Winter Date 1, Part 1: Reservations and Roadmaps

Winter

The first bit of date planning didn’t involve all that much. Winter calls in a reservation at a Drow District restaurant that serves authentic Underdark cuisine. A romantic candlelit dinner is a good start; sending Summer with the rogue’s coin purse to pre-pay is even better. Summer, while not exactly happy with Mona for asking for that tie, is in a better mood now that the vote has passed without that option winning.

The second step is securing some options for after dinner. These plans are, by definition, a little more nebulous. It depends on how Mona responds over the meal.

The third step is preparing for bedroom eventualities. Winter knows that the drow is earning a statue tonight; the sooner the rogue seals the deal, the better off their relationship will be. She needs to see that I want her and not just view her as a means to an end.

Ah, old reliable. Winter lubes up a favorite anal plug. The drow presumes that Mona is assuming that pegging is the way this night ends. Winter has no problem with that; Kevin felt so good inside the drow’s colon. Winter teases the back entrance to the Underdark and, after a few moments, is open enough to start inserting the toy. The way it grinds into the P-spot drives the drow wild.

Winter measures the subsequent erection with no small amount of interest. This is the first time the drow has been alone long enough to take the results of the transformation into account. Damn, I am hung! Three whole inches, approximately! I’ll need the extra large elven condoms.

Reluctantly, Winter pulls up the drow’s pants and heads downstairs for the rest of the agenda. First, a trip to the Kang-oo’s for said condoms. Bella teases, but Winter doesn’t mind. They fit into the inventory easily enough.

Next is a trip to Mama Tina. Winter waits for the angry archer to finish, giving the harem-sister a little wave as she leaves, then pops in.

“Hey, Mama Tina.”

“Oh, hey, cutie! I am so happy for you! Now, what can Mama Tina do for you?”

“I am here for an upgrade and, assuming I got enough BP, a pathway change.”

“Oooooh. Someone knows what they want. Only eligible transformation you can upgrade is the Test one. What would you like?”

“Something along the lines of ‘People cannot conceive of Winter using gendered language without permission.’ I figure that Mona and Kevin would like to talk normally with me.”

“Done. 40 BP and that upgrade is yours.”

Winter thanks the drow’s bunny-mother and feels the effects. I grant myself permission to think about myself as I am.

Winter: -40 BP

A Gilding of A Gift – People cannot conceive of Winter using gendered language without permission from either the drow directly or from Mona. This permission can be withdrawn. Mona automatically is granted permission and her permission cannot be revoked (???).

Tina smiles, “Got something to say to me, my precious little cutie?”

“Thanks, Mama. Oh, and you can think of me as a jwzDw,” Winter exclaims, only to get smooshed into Mama Tina’s cleavage. Winter sputters into the bunny-mother’s chest until Tina finally lets go. After a few deep breaths, Winter adds, this time quite loudly, “And Show-runner, you now have permission to stop it with the awkward English to fit the transformation. I am a boy!”

“What’s next, cutie?” Tina asks.

Winter turns back to his bunny-mother. “I understand if the pathway change is out of my price range, but I want to switch A Host’s Child for something else. I love Mama Skye and Mama Tyalangan, but I don’t want to be made into a bad copy of either of them. I am my own man.”

“We can prepare some options, but that takes Mona’s permission, sweetie. She will either have to buy it herself for you or be here to authorize that purchase.”

Winter nods, accepting that answer. I don’t likely need it until near the end of the round. I mean, how likely is it that an audience member buys me an extra transformation vote?

“Thanks for at least starting the process for me.”

“You are so welcome, cutie!”

Winter waves as he leaves his bunny-mother’s store. He starts sending out permission texts as he returns to his room. Alright, time to get myself just right for Mona. I’m going to knock her panties off tonight.

Mona

When Mona exits the bedroom, dressed casually for what she assumes is going to be a hangout with Kevin and Winter, Ophie orders her to go change into something nicer. C’mon, we are probably just hanging around the arcade or something. When Mona tries Minor Illusion to fake a fancier outfit, Ophie drags her by the ear and pulls out an outfit for her to change into herself.

“Okay, Ophie, I get it. You are looking out for your sibling.”

“One, I would do this for any contestant who clears a date that requires a specific dress code and Two, brother. Winter is my brother.”

Wait, Ophie just called Winter her brother. When did he... wait, I can think of him as my cute subby boy! Yay! That probably makes life less awkward for Kevin!

So, it is with a little more excitement that Mona slips on her corset dress and some heeled boots that Ophie recommended. A bit of makeup touching up and Mona is ready to go with minutes to spare.

Mona: Daily tasks complete! Follow Diet Plan (Before the Date) +10 BP

Mona: Daily tasks complete! Fully Prepare for Your Date +20 BP

Mona uses Thaumaturgy to open the door after she hears the single hard rap of knuckles to door. The doors swing in and Mona drinks in Winter, hand on hip and smirking, standing in front of the entrance. He is wearing a silk shirt, a couple of buttons undone to show off a smooth expanse of lilac skin. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and Mona likes the subtle musculature of his forearms. Tight black leather pants, tucked into a pair of matching thigh-high boots, don’t leave much to her imagination; a small bulge is visible. The only thing that keeps Mona from thinking that this is a completely different person is Winter’s makeup and expression are the same as last night.

“Ready to head out, Mistress?”

“Ahhh... where’s Kevin?” Mona asks, trying her best not to drool.

“Not joining us tonight. Just you and me. Ready?” Like a gentleman, Winter offers his arm. Mona slips into it. Then, they start walking down the stairs. The drow continues, “You look lovely tonight, Mistress, absolutely ravishing.”

Winter: +1 XP (Complimented Mistress’s Appearance)

Mona finds herself blushing. “Ah, thank you.” She then notices that they kept descending the stairs past the amenities floor. “Where are we going?”

“To take in some local culture. A surprise.” Winter murmurs up into her ear. It’s weird to be a little bit taller than a boy. I kind of like it.

So, Winter escorts her out of the Hotel. Then, out of the castle. The late afternoon sun makes Winter squint; he pulls out a pair of sunglasses from his inventory. They seem to be going the opposite direction from the gym. They take a curvy s-shaped street with flowering bushes on either side, heading down towards the shore.

“Wow, it’s so pretty out here! I don’t know why Tyalangan stays cooped up in the castle all day...”

“Queen Mama doesn’t. It’s just that her free time is limited to very early morning. To be fair, she has two full-time jobs, a dozen haremettes, and about 50 school age girls who all need some attention.”

Oh. Wow. That’s going to be my life at some point, huh? Mona shudders, despite herself.

Winter is very observant. He reassures, “Hey, you are doing fine, Mistress. Don’t stress out too much about what happens after. Plenty of Masters don’t just jump into governance. The vast majority don’t even think about Hosting. Most end up with a fun job that doesn’t involve a lot of personal attention so they have time for other priorities, like spouses and kids. And I highly doubt that the bunch of us will be dealing with that many kids any time soon. We can navigate this whole harem situation at your own pace.”

The conversation is interrupted by a gatehouse. Mona mulls over that as Winter provides ID and an approximate return time. They walk further down the path as Mona continues to think. They seem to be slowly moving towards another hillside.

The people here are less fancy than the ones by the castle. Many look the medieval porn equivalent of the middle class. Shops are starting to close, taverns slowly filling. Guards on patrol, looking out for troublemakers. Winter is content to let Mona people-watch. She does the best she can to avoid drooling at the sexy people in skimpy clothes.

The next guardhouse seems to lead INTO the hillside?

“Ah, where are we going?”

“Drow District. Don’t worry; you are completely safe with me.”

The guards are both pretty elves with lilac skin in basically bikini armor. Winter does the same check-in, with the same result. Past the gate is something that blows Mona away. Bioluminescent lichens line the path, with flickering lamplights positioned with care illuminating the surrounding landscape. The air smells of campfires and rich, loamy earth. The houses are basically the same as those outside the hill, but there is this giant stone carving of a tree dominating the space in the background. They keep walking, Winter’s sunglasses already slipped back into his inventory.

“So, is this where you grew up?”

Winter chuckles, “Oh, I grew up in the castle, same as all of my sisters. But, the family would come down here often enough, especially for Full Moon Festivals. My Mama Skye is very religious.”

“Like, mean judgy religious?”

If Winter is offended, he isn’t showing it. He answers plainly, “I am not going to say that she mellowed out, but she learned more about Eilistraee once they moved here. Lady Silverhair prefers people join the dance with joy and not fear, if you get my drift.”

Mona considers that idea. The restaurant smells really, really good. The hostess that seats them at a reserved table in the front corner is wearing nothing but a sheer silver nightie. The waitress, who starts by pouring water and introducing herself, is dressed the same. Again, it takes effort not to drool.

Mona picks up the menu. It’s in this weird swooshy script; the gamer girl can’t make heads or tails of it. This may be more difficult than I thought.

Tegan

Dinner is lively, for once. Everyone seems to coalesce on the canteen and most everyone decides to eat together. Craig walks in, orders something he can eat while walking, and leaves as soon as his food is delivered. Tegan had to be dragged over to the others, but she relents. She needs to supervise Gaia and Mineko. The former is grumpy about another carnivorous form and the latter seems to be incredibly picky, in a strange way.

The purple skinned naked freak is standing, pen and pad in hand, collecting orders. Tegan belays Mineko’s order of “my ration of slave gruel, please” for something less insulting.

Sounds like some of them had productive days. Mona spent time with her precious Kevin, who mentioned that Mona wanted some help with some minor quests; remembering the fiasco of her quest last time, Tegan resolves to provide good feedback. She wants a quest that isn’t pervy.

Her roommates and Jenny went shopping. Tegan is pointedly not looking at how attractive Jenny looks in her new clothes. Definitely not. Mineko does look cute in her little maid outfit; as the girl with the most respectful breasts in the harem, it is fine for Tegan to admire Mineko’s form. Tegan is also pointedly not looking at her own overinflated breasts. Even shrunk down by using her magic, they are too disgustingly big.

Andromeda, Ootah, and Tessa all went into the pervy mermaid freak’s dungeon. The idea of getting more power is intriguing (and it sounds like a good way to earn BP without the perverted bounties), but Tegan needs to overcome the star-eyed freak’s challenge to get light armor proficiency first. That should be tonight’s efforts.

Then, it’s Tegan’s turn to share. She growls about the shop, ending with “And they had the nerve to price the transformation I need to even temporarily fix this Shar curse so expensively! It’s not fair!”

“You know that you could just accept being big-breasted, Tegan,” the orc declares as if it’s an easy thing, “I think Mona likes big breasts, among other big things. Most Masters do, to be honest.”

“Well, when you are cursed with giant things like these and they mess up your dumb axe swing, I get to say ‘I told you so.’”

Tessa, ever the diplomat, insists, “Stop fighting. We got a few hours before curfew. What’s everyone’s plan?”

Gaia pips up, “Tessa, if you don’t mind, can you teach Mineko some more Common. I’d do it, but you are the actual English teacher and all...”

Mineko nods, “Oh, the sea elf is a trainer slave. Thank you for clearing up my misconceptions. Your orders, ma’am?”

“If you want to learn some English, I can teach you. The rest of you?”

“I have an odd request, if you’d like to help me, Gaia,” Kevin asks, “after we go back to the shop and price that Great Stat Unification transformation for you.”

“Sure, Kevin, but why? Shouldn’t I go get the fun aphrodisiac one instead?”

“If you want it, you can get it AFTER the boring stat one. Your strengths being predictable is a good thing. What if you can’t take a really good feat because sometimes the stat it boosts is sometimes a +3?”

Gaia shrugs.

“Well, I’m going to hit the gym and then bed,” Ootah declares.

Jenny declares, with a bit less conviction, “I’m going to spend some time with Tina and learn some things about magic.” Andromeda rolls her eyes a little at the prospect. Tegan agrees. The fucking blonde bimbo is the last person to learn anything from, other than being a skank.

Jenny: -20 BP

“After nearly dying from a couple of crossbow bolts, I’d like to learn some armor proficiency. My integrated protection feature prevents me from using Mage Armor. I’d could use some company, if you’re interested Tegan.”

I am already planning to learn how to wear perverted armor for that embarrassing chest guard. “That is acceptable. If my fiancée is to be with all of you, I should spend some time supervising everyone.”

Andromeda: -20 BP

Tegan: -20 BP

Mineko starts to whisper, “Oh, we have...” only for Gaia’s petting to turn off her brain. Weird cat-girl.