Week 1: Diona's Date, Part 5

Having cooled down, washed, toweled off, and gotten dressed again, Aífe and Erica were now sitting awkwardly across from each other on the benches in the locker room. After a long, uncomfortable silence, Aífe was finally the first to speak.

“I hate to sound like a poorly-written millennial,” The redhead sighed, “but that was certainly a thing that happened.”

“Ouch. I’ve never received that rough of a review before.” Erica tried to ease the tension with a joke. “Not the first time you’d hoped for?”

“You know that’s not what I meant, Erica.” Aífe pinched the bridge of her nose as she stressed over the situation she was in. “Yeah, that felt great, but we’ve got a bit of a mess to deal with now.” She peeked up at the bunny across from her. “So, what’s the damage? I know it’s wildly unrealistic and a bit selfish, but I’m hoping you only got 10 or 20 VP—that’d at least be an amount that we could bluff our way out of if push came to shove.”

They gulped as they looked down at Erica’s watch, holding their breath as she tapped it to light up the display. Their hopes of an easy way out were quickly dashed as the number 99 stared back at them, cold and unforgiving.

“Yeah, hate to break it to you, ‘Shove,’ but ‘Push’ came a lot.” Erica leaned back and grimaced, both from soreness and the thought of being left to the metaphorical wolves while Aífe was off in her suite with the person she was actually scheduled to be getting hot and heavy with. “What’d I have before, 19 or something? Shit. 80 definitely isn’t a point gain that they’ll just let me brush off. They’re gonna want an explanation.”

“At least none of them have a reason to take it personally.” Aífe groaned as she thought about her actual date. She’d already been anxious about what awaited her tonight, and this certainly didn’t help things. “I have no idea how Diona’s going to react when she finds out I was sleeping with another woman just a couple hours before our date.”

“I’d say 50/50 on angry vs horny.” Erica wagered. “Maybe 40/60. Though I think it’s a bit late to be concerned about what she’ll think.”

“I got caught up in the moment, okay?” Aífe crossed her arms defensively. “I seem to recall that there was a woman in front of me who was hot, wet, naked, and begging me to fuck her. Don’t pretend that you wouldn’t have done the same thing if the roles were reversed.”

“Hey, it’s not like I was blaming you, or anything.” Erica shrugged. “Just pointing out that we’re a bit past the point of concern. Also, what’s with the ‘roles were reversed’ comment? You calling yourself hot? Careful, wouldn’t want Cecilia’s vanity transferred along with her tits.”

“Oh, please, let a girl have a little bit of vanity every now and then. And besides, don’t think I haven’t noticed you sneaking peaks at my boobs while I’m running.” Aífe teased back. “Believe it or not, I’m just as aware of how big they are, if not more. That tends to be the case when you suddenly go up several cup sizes.” They both chuckled for a moment before Erica started to look like she was feeling a bit awkward again.

“Joking aside,” the bunny cast her glance to the side, nervously, “how was it? Your first time, I mean. I know that you probably didn’t want it to go like that—especially since I brushed you off when you tried to warn me earlier…” Her voice trailed off.

“Well, I was definitely imagining something more romantic than rutting like wild rabbits in a shower at the pool.” Aífe let her statement hang there for a couple moments to torment Erica a tiny bit. After all, she did want her girlfriend to fully process that, while fun, what had just happened between them had not been what was supposed to go down. She quickly relented, though. “That said, I’m sure it was a lot better than most girls’ first times. While the circumstances were less than ideal, it’s definitely not anything either of us should regret. Plus, we both came—that’s not something that every couple can say.”

“That’s true.” Erica brightened up. “I’m not sure how you managed to do so well. I figured I’d be doing all the work when I popped your cherry. No offense, though, I just didn’t expect that much when you’re inexperienced.”

“Chalk it up to playing on easy mode.” Aífe shrugged. “With how tightly wound you were, a stiff breeze probably could’ve done it.” She thought for a moment. “Though, now that you mention it, Aoba said something similar the other morning… and I also just remembered something Aria and I were talking about yesterday. Aoba and I were just as surprised the morning after we messed around a bit, and yesterday, Aria and I ended up talking about muscle memory with regards to my new body.”

“Are you saying that your body knows how to eat a girl out even though you’d never done it before?” Erica was a bit skeptical, but it made about as much sense as any other explanation.

“I know how to walk around in this body without accidentally knocking my tits into everything,” Aífe pointed out, echoing what Aria had commented on the previous day, “and I got used to bras pretty immediately, too. We had thought that it was just balance and spatial awareness, but maybe Sera included muscle memory too, at least for certain activities.”

“Yeah, pretty obvious that sex would be high on the list of her priorities, then.” With a groan, Erica stood up, her muscles still feeling like lead from her earlier stupidity. Aífe also stood; it was almost time for her to head to her suite and face Diona. “Y’know, I am only one point away from 100… do you think there’s something we could do to get me that last point before you head up?”

“Not happening.” Aífe shot her down. “We’re already dealing with enough as it is, and I wouldn’t put it past Sera to make a big hoopla out of someone hitting a hundred. She’d probably teleport us and everyone else to the dining hall while we’re still in the act. There might even be fireworks.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Erica conceded. “I’ve got more than enough to be safe for the challenge, anyway. I can just take my victory lap during our date next week.” When they got to the lobby, she gave Aífe a mock salute as the Mistress got in the elevator. “Good luck, soldier.”

“Thanks.” Aífe’s response was sarcastic, but she at least gave a mock salute back. “Here’s hoping I don’t need it.” With that, the door to the elevator closed, and Aífe ascended to the top floor, entering her suite to find… nothing out of the ordinary in her suite at all. She looked around somewhat confused, having half-expected to come back to find her living quarters turned into a sex dungeon. She checked her watch to find that it was, in fact, 5 o’clock, meaning that Diona should either already be here or be suddenly appearing courtesy of Sera or Umbra.

With nothing else to do but wait for her date to appear, Aífe headed to her room to change her clothes and possibly see about hiding the dildo drawer, only to discover where it was that Diona had been hiding. Laying there, adorned in nothing but a red silk ribbon, Diona was trembling with pleasure and drenched in sweat. A buzzing sound caught Aífe’s attention, and her eyes wandered down, past Diona’s giant breasts that were rising and falling in time with her panting, all the way to her slit, where a thin pink cord trailed from inside her glistening lips to a small remote strapped to her thigh.

Diona showed the Mistress her boobs! +2 VP

First time bonus! +2 VP

Diona showed the Mistress her pussy! +3 VP

First time bonus! +3 VP

Current Score: 12 VP

“Heyyyyy~” Diona called out in a dreamy voice as she looked at Aífe through glassy eyes. “It’s about time. I was beginning to think you’d never come and find me, hehe. What are you waiting for? I got myself nice and ready, so come on~”

It was at that moment that the smell finally hit Aífe—the overwhelming scent of fruit, almost cloying in its sweetness. The scent, combined with the sight of Diona’s bound, trembling form, ignited a fire in Aífe’s core. It was only through great strength of will that she managed to slam the door closed, cutting herself off from the airborne aphrodisiac. The only reason she’d managed to keep her composure was that she’d already been pretty thoroughly satisfied by her tryst with Erica earlier.

“What the actual fuck, Diona?!” Aífe shouted at the shortstack through the door as she struggled to get her heart rate back under control.

“That’s what I should be asking!” Diona’s muffled voice shouted back. “Why the hell aren’t you fucking me senseless right now?! Come ooooon, I neeeeed iiiiiit!”

“Take care of yourself, dammit!” Aífe could hear the desperation in Diona’s drawn out words, but she was too frazzled to care right now. “What even was your plan, here?!”

“Shouldn’t that be pretty fucking obvious?! My plan was that you’d find a tan hottie all wet and needy and begging for it, and you’d come to my rescue by eating me out until I saw stars!” Diona’s summary was an almost exact play-by-play of what had happened in the shower earlier, and it annoyed Aífe that it was clearly a sound strategy to use against her. “Come on! Please just help me! I set this thing to ‘edge’ and I can’t get my arms out of this ribbon!”

Aífe gritted her teeth, pulled her shirt up to cover her mouth and nose and made her way back into her room. Braving the thick cloud of aphrodisiac, she turned the dial on the vibrator until it was off, then found where the ribbon was tied and pulled it undone. She could feel herself getting hotter from touching the sweat-soaked sheets and ribbon, and she quickly stormed back out, closing the door behind her. A few moments later, Diona emerged, still naked and dripping. Aífe frantically slammed her bedroom door shut again to prevent the spread of the cherry-scented miasma.

“When I asked for help, I was hoping it would include you helping me finish.” Diona panted, disgruntled by the lack of enthusiasm from her date. “So, what’s the big deal, huh?”

“What do you mean?” Aífe asked cautiously.

“I mean why the hell aren’t you fucking me right now?!” Diona pouted, her thighs rubbing together as she stood there, unsatisfied. “I served myself up for you on a silver platter! I edged myself for three hours so that I’d be putty in your hands! God, I knew you were a virgin, but seriously?!”

“Hey! I’m not—” Aífe stopped herself before she could accidentally spill the beans on her lost V-card. She felt guilty for hiding it, but she felt that that particular revelation was the last thing that this conversation needed. “Maybe I’m just not in the mood, okay?”

“BS!” Diona called Aífe’s bluff. “I know horny when I see it, and you’re obviously worked up from my TF, so I’ll ask again—Why. Aren’t. You. Fucking. Me?”

“Because I don’t even know you!” Aífe shouted. “We’ve spent a week here, and I don’t know anything about you except that you are quite possibly the horniest person I’ve ever met! Seriously, my libido was never that high, and I spent puberty as a dude!”

“So, what? Are you like Aria? Do we need to be besties before we can bone?” Diona was getting more worked up. “Sorry I’m not your long-lost childhood friend. Would we be banging right now if I was Erica?”

“What? N-no…” Aífe balked at the mention of Erica. “Look, we don’t need to be that close, Diona, but please just respect the fact that I’m not the type to have sex with someone who’s basically a stranger!”

“Fine, I’ll let it slide if you can answer this honestly.” Diona scowled. “If it was you and Nat in this situation right now, would you fuck her? She’s basically a stranger, right?”

“I can honestly say no, I wouldn’t sleep with her in this situation.” Aífe sighed and crossed her arms. “Not that this would’ve ever happened. After all, I doubt the girl who’s so socially anxious that she constructed a secret identity would ever throw herself at me like that.”

“Fine.” The shortstack sighed in response, reaching for the remote to the vibrator that was still inside her.

“What are you doing?” Aífe’s eyes widened as she watched Diona fiddle with the dial.

“I didn’t edge myself for 3 hours just to get denied like this.” She trembled as she turned the dial all the way up, a loud buzzing noise now coming from her abdomen. A few moments later, she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as she rode out her climax, her body tensing and shaking. She opened her eyes and took out the vibrator. “I’m still mad at you, so you don’t get to see my O-face. You can see it when you’ve earned it.”

Diona masturbated for the Mistress! +3 VP!

First time bonus! +3 VP

Diona came! +1 VP

Current Score: 19 VP