Week 1: Aoba's Date, Part 2

Aoba and Aífe had been scrolling through the streaming options for several minutes by the time Erica joined them.

“Oh, hey.” Aoba turned to greet her. “Any preferences on what we watch?”

“Hmm… can’t say I know anything about anime, so no.” Erica shrugged. “I caught an episode of that Titan show, or whatever, but I had no idea what was going on. Something about plugging a hole in a wall? I don’t know—my friend was just watching whichever episode had just come out.”

“No wonder you were confused,” Aífe sighed and shook her head, “that’s like halfway through season 1.” She continued scrolling. “Okay, so AoT’s out… any genre you want? Action? Comedy? Romance? They even have sports anime.”

“As weird and interesting as watching drawings play sports sounds, I think I’m in the mood for action.”

“Ooh, I just had an idea!” Aoba perked up. “Do you think she’d like Gurren Lagann?”

“That depends. Erica, do you think a show about people piloting giant robots with drills to fight ape men piloting other giant robots sounds fun?” Aífe asked flatly.

“What? There’s a show about that?” Erica raised an eyebrow.

“Also, the main soundtrack that plays during intense moments is half rap and half Italian opera.” Aífe added.

“That sounds sick as hell.” Erica said with a serious expression on her face. “What are you waiting for? I’m down to watch it if you guys are!” Not seeing any point in discussing the options further, they pulled up the show and started episode 1. The three of them snuggled close on one of the couches as a series of explosions filled the screen.

As the three of them began their marathon, Mallory and Diona made their way to the locker room to get ready for their workout (stopping by their rooms beforehand to grab workout clothes, of course). Changing in awkward silence, Diona decided to try and break the ice.

“So, how’s rooming with Miss Model?”

“Oh, Nat?” Mallory smiled as she thought of her roommate. “She’s wonderful. I was worried at first because she always looks like she’s irritated, but she’s so sweet and considerate.”

“I noticed you two have gotten pretty close. You’re already using nicknames.” A sly grin crept onto Diona’s face. “You get a peek at her titties, yet?”

“What?! Of course, not! I’m not gonna peep on my roommate!”

“Oh, come on, you’re both women. Don’t tell me the two of you are prudes about that kind of thing.” Diona teased. “Or is it ‘cuz you know you’d get caught? She’s got that exhibitionist TF, after all. She’d be able to feel you staring at her.”

“No, I’m just not going to invade someone’s privacy like that.” Mallory frowned. “Is that what you’ve been doing? Peeping on Elise?”

“Is it peeping to talk to her while we’re both changing, and getting a glimpse when she turns to talk back?” Diona cocked her head to the side, genuinely not knowing. “She’s got a really nice body, btw. Girl’s kept herself in great shape. Her boobs are really nice, too. I can see why Bountiful Mother almost won—I already want to bury my face in them, so I’d absolutely be down for them to get bigger.”

“Geez, is that all you think about?” Having finished changing, Mallory stormed off to the gym, Diona following close behind her.

“We’re on a supernatural sex show.” Diona pointed out. “If anything, it’s everyone else who should be thinking about it more.” She joined Mallory in doing some light warmups. The conversation mostly died down as the two focused on maintaining their breathing while they ran on the treadmills, Mallory failing to notice the hint of a sweet-smelling fragrance that steadily filled the room.

After getting a good run in, Mallory fanned herself as she got off the treadmill—she felt unusually flushed.

“I mentioned Elise earlier, but I’d say you’ve got a pretty great body, too.” Diona wiped the sweat from her own brow as she admired Mallory’s glistening body.

“Oh—um… thanks.” Mallory averted her gaze, unused to the attention. “You look really good, too. Though, I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you that.”

“Oh, I know it. In the six months since I turned 21, I’ve never paid for my own drinks. These puppies probably have as much buying power as Miss Rich Girl’s AmEx.” Diona lifted her cleavage to illustrate her point. “So, anything else? Or was the run enough for you?”

“Phew, normally I’d do a bit more, but it feels really warm in here.” Mallory continued panting. “I think I just want to go cool off in the pool.”

“Sounds good to me.”

They returned to the locker room and changed out of their workout clothes, Mallory donning her one-piece. She made a small noise in surprise as she saw Diona walking to the door, naked, only for the shortstack to turn and point at the sign allowing nudity, a grin on her face. Sighing in defeat, she followed Diona through the door and over to the showers. As the cool water rinsed off their sweat, Mallory felt her face cool, but the warmth in her chest and abdomen remained.

“So, do you think the three of them did anything while they were in the hot tub, yesterday?” Diona mused as she let the water run down her front.

“What?”

“Aoba gave us the basic rundown of yesterday’s date when we were all at dinner. Weren’t you paying attention?” Diona started rambling. “I guess we’d know from the scores if they fooled around in the hot tub—Aoba’s score would be closer to Miss Bun Bun’s.”

“You know, you called me out earlier for using nicknames with Nat, but you use nicknames for most of us. Except me, Aoba, and Aria, I think.” Mallory shot Diona a quizzical look.

“Meh, I go back and forth. Aoba is Miss Oni, and Aria is Miss Alien—not too creative, I know.” Diona shrugged. “Haven’t really though of one for you, yet. Hmm… how about Miss Pervy Pants?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Mallory crossed her arms defensively, looking concerned.

“It means that, after me, you’re probably the most perverted one here.” Diona smirked. “Though Aoba also strikes me as the ‘meek in the streets, freak in the sheets’ type.”

“And what makes you think I’m such a pervert, huh?!”

“Because I saw how you reacted the other night when you got that TF. You might have fooled the others into thinking you were tired and stressed, but I know horny when I see it, and you were so worked up you were almost vibrating.” Diona prodded. “I bet the real reason you skipped dinner wasn’t ‘cuz you weren’t feeling well. You stayed behind to schlick yourself silly, didn’t you?”

“Wha—I…” Mallory stammered.

“Now, you could’ve just been aroused from seeing our Mistress obviously thirsting after you in that sexy getup, but I know it wasn’t just that.” Diona pressed her advantage. “I don’t know if the others noticed, but I definitely caught your slip earlier—you were about to call it your bodystocking. So, I’m guessing that wasn’t something Sera poofed up out of thin air, but rather something from your closet. And I bet that one wasn’t the only one you have.” It was truly terrifying, the ferocity with which Diona broke down Mallory’s defense—like a Miles Edgeworth of fetishes. Mallory trembled before the onslaught, before turning and running away—slipping on the tile floor and landing on her ass, fortunately unhurt due to the benefits of her transformation. She got back up and dashed out, only briefly stopping to dry the minimum amount needed to not slip again before throwing on her shoes and running back to her room.

“Nice fucking job, Diona.” The gremlin berated herself as she leaned back against the wall and slid down. “You just had to run your stupid mouth and end up pushing her too far.” After a couple minutes of wallowing in her regret, Diona got up and turned the water off. I’ll have to apologize to her later. But, for now, I should probably give her some time to cool off.

“KAMINAAAAA!!” Erica cried out, tears streaming down her face. “Why, dammit?! He was the best character in the show!”

“There, there.” Aífe spoke gently as she and Aoba comforted the crying bunny. “It’ll be okay. Aoba and I went through this, too.”

“Why don’t we go get some lunch?” Aoba suggested. “It’s already past noon, and I’m sure eating will help you feel better.” After another minute or so spent getting Erica to stop crying, they headed back to the dining hall to grab lunch, where they sat at one of the smaller side tables to avoid bothering anyone who happened to get there while they talked about the show.

“So, what do you think of your first anime?” Aoba asked excitedly.

“Even though episode 8 was bullshit—and episode 4 was super weird, the show is crazy awesome.” Erica had finally calmed down enough to chat about the show. “And the soundtrack kicks ass.”

“Yeah, maybe next time we should pick a show where nobody dies.” Aífe chuckled. “I know! We should watch Haikyuu!!—it’s one of my all-time favorites. It’s a volleyball anime.”

“People seriously watch an anime about volleyball?” Erica seemed skeptical.

“Not only do people watch it and read the manga, it was actually popular enough that Japan saw a major uptick in high school students joining their schools’ teams after it came out.”

“Well, damn, I’m willing to give it a shot if you like it that much.” Erica said as she absentmindedly munched on a slice of pizza. “So, what’s the plan for the rest of the afternoon? Are we going back to watch this volleyball anime, or do you have something else in mind, Aoba?”

“Actually…” Aoba fidgeted in her seat as she built up the courage to continue. “Um… I was kind of hoping that the next part of the date could be just me and Aífe… if that’s ok.” She blushed and looked down nervously.

“Ooh, how scandalous.” Erica teased lightly. “Well, I guess I’ll let you two have your privacy, then. I think I’ll go for a jog outside to work off that pizza. Thanks for letting me tag along until now!” She leaned over to give Aífe a kiss goodbye before getting up to leave. “I’ll see you both tomorrow. Don’t wear my girlfriend out too much, Aoba!” She winked and left the other two blushing in awkward silence.

After finishing lunch, Aoba stopped to whisper her dinner order to Ember before leading Aífe out to the set of magic doors, crossing through to a hallway with one door labeled “Music Room” and the other labeled “Art Room.” It wasn’t particularly difficult for Aífe to figure out which room the oni was leading her to. They entered to find a room that looked straight out of one of the many slice of life anime they’d both seen throughout the years—easels, canvases, and paint along with clay and kilns for sculpting, as well as various other materials needed for different art mediums.

“Y’know, this place really stretches the definition of a bed & breakfast.” Aífe remarked wryly. “But hey, they have beds and they serve breakfast, so I guess they technically still fit the definition.” She looked to the side to see Aoba setting her bag down next to a small sofa, motioning for her to sit. Doing as she was directed to, Aífe asked, “So, what did you want to bring me to the art room for? Are you gonna draw me like one of your French girls?”

“Well, I had originally planned on just drawing you on my tablet,” Aoba fidgeted with her fingers as she explained, “but then I realized that we don’t really need the art room for that. Sure, it would give us a nice atmosphere, but I wanted to do something a bit more…” She trailed off before handing Aífe a strip of cloth. “I’ll need you to cover your eyes… it’s um… a surprise, so I… wouldn’t want to spoil the big reveal.”

“Okay, whatever you say.” Aífe complied, curiosity eating at her as she tied the cloth around her eyes. Once she was blindfolded, she heard the scraping of metal against the floor, as well as the flapping of fabric. A couple moments passed before she heard the rustling of more fabric, the clatter of several small objects, and a determined puff of breath from Aoba. The time passed at a crawl, feeling like an eternity for the redhead, fidgeting as she waited in suspense. The only bits that she could perceive of what Aoba was doing were a couple brief gasps, the occasional grunt of effort or annoyance, and a few instances of what sounded like some kind of liquid hitting the floor. After an unknowable amount of time, Aoba was ready for the big reveal.

“Okay… you can take off the blindfold.” She said hesitantly. Aífe removed the strip of cloth from her eyes to see Aoba standing in front of her, blushing—whether from nervousness, arousal, or some mixture of the two, Aífe couldn’t be certain. Instead of the simple t-shirt and skirt she had worn on the first half of the date, Aoba was now naked—or rather, basically naked. The only “clothes” adorning her, if you could call them that, were a red t-shirt and black shorts that were quite literally painted on. “So… what do you think?”

“Aoba, I—I mean—you look—um, wow!” Aífe was truly at a loss for words, blushing nearly as much as the oni standing in front of her. “What I mean to say is you look great! But, um… I just really wasn’t expecting this. What was… or, I guess what made you decide to do this?”

“You saw how that vote went for my TFs.” Aoba clutched her hands in front of her chest, looking down. “The audience wanted that bodypaint one just as much as the **** one, so it’s basically a tossup which one I’ll get next… I figured it’d be good to practice, in case worse comes to worst.” She paused as she built up the courage to move her hands back down to her sides, exposing her whole body to Aífe. “I also figured that—if you and I are going to be the only ones who know that I’m going to be dressed like this… I should probably get used to you looking at me in this state. It’s funny—you’d think that being naked around you yesterday would be more nerve-wracking, but this is way worse.”

“Aoba, I… thank you for showing this to me.” Aífe got up and reached out to hold Aoba’s hands. “I know that you must have been really anxious about this, so…” She thought for a moment before letting go of Aoba to grab the hem of her own shirt. “So, let me return the favor.”

“Wait—what are you doing?!” Aoba stepped back in shock.

“Simple. You said you needed practice, right?” Aífe said as she disrobed completely. “So, practice on me. Sure, it won’t be a perfect one-to-one, skill-wise, but it should at least help you work on holding the brush steadier.”

“Wow… thank you, Aífe! I promise I’ll do my best!” Aoba had Aífe move onto the cloth tarp she had spread out earlier before grabbing her brush to get to work. “Just to let you know, it’s really cold at first. This isn’t the special paint that Sera had talked about.” She warned as she brought the brush closer and closer to Aífe’s skin. The redhead gasped as soon as the paint touched her—the warning not doing much to help.

Quite a while passed as the artist got to work on her new, much curvier canvas, making sure to take a break every so often so that Aífe could move around to keep from getting stiff. It was quite the struggle for Aífe not to flinch as the brush dragged along her body—she somehow managed to stay still as the brush caressed her nipples, as well as her lower lips—only allowing the occasional small gasp to slip out. When Aoba was finished, Aífe was “dressed” in a black competition-style swimsuit with red trim—Aoba electing to go for a simpler design compared to her faux t-shirt and shorts. Aífe blushed, smiling nervously as Aoba stepped back to admire her work. “So, am I your latest masterpiece?”

Miscellaneous fetish play (bodypainting)! +2 VP
First time bonus! +2 VP
Current score: 14 VP

“You look amazing, Aífe.” Aoba gleefully grabbed Aífe’s hands just as the redhead did to her earlier. “Seeing you like this, a part of me definitely understands why the audience voted for that TF. Thank you so much for doing this with me!” She would have hugged her if it weren’t for the fact that the paint on Aífe’s front was still wet.

“It was only right. After you had the courage to bare yourself to me like that, how could I not offer to do the same?”

“Thank you, anyway. You made me really glad that I managed to convince myself to do this.” Aoba let go as she walked toward her bag to grab something from the clothes she’d taken off. “Still, as hot as it is to hang out in here dressed like this, we should probably wash off and put on our normal clothes.” She grabbed her watch. “We’ve been in here for quite a while, I wonder how late it’s gott—” She checked the watch to see it show the time as 5:58. “SHIT! We have to go—it’s only two minutes until we’re supposed to be in your suite!” She frantically started shoving both of their clothes into her bag.

“Don’t we at least have time to put on actual clothes?!” Aífe panicked.

“You saw what Umbra did to me and Aria when we were late for breakfast! What makes you think she won’t just teleport us into the middle of the dining hall with everyone watching?!”

“FUCK!” Aífe yelled as they both dashed out of the art room, running to the door leading back to the lobby. Aoba checked her watch again—only a minute left! They paused to peek through and make sure the lobby was clear before sprinting to the elevator. It felt like an eternity for the door to slide open, and they heard the sound of footsteps walking down the main staircase. With only seconds to spare, the door opened, and Aífe grabbed Aoba before diving into the elevator, the door sliding shut just as the set of footsteps reached the lobby.