Gaia Date 2, Part 4: Riding a Roadrunner

Craig

Finally, something has gone right.

Craig found a PP on display and is disgusted by it. An astronomical, anatomically accurate dildo, twitching slightly. Still he knows what he’s looking for now. The bunny drone slut at the arcade prize counter is paying attention to her nails instead of him, at least until he starts to hop over the glass.

“Sir, staff only behind the counter,” the slut exclaims, not even bothering to look up.

Craig stops mid-hop, landing back on his feet. “I just wanted a closer look at that PP prize. Can I hold it for a bit?”

The skank has the nerve to laugh. She then says, “You can hold it when you buy it. Ten thousand tickets, please.”

Tickets? Not BP? Craig smiles, “Alright, how do I get these tickets?”

“Play the games well. 5 BP a pop, unless you want to buy a pass for your date night. You and your Mistress would get 4 hours of free play for 50 BP, if you want to repeat Kevin’s date night from last week.”

Of course, another impossible money sink. Fucking dyke bitches. Craig decides that he is done being polite. He hops over the counter for real then. The gnoll makes two steps towards the high shelf where the PP sits before his body completely locks up. He can hear her shout out and it terrifies him to the core.

“MOMMY!”

The blue dyke is suddenly filling his vision. He can’t feel her arm wrapping around his throat or see the fingers curl under his jaw, but it’s certainly implied.

“You can drop concentration, sweetheart.”

Then Craig feels those fingers, squeezing almost hard enough to cut off his circulation. He’s getting a little bit dizzy.

“You and I are due for another conversation, Craig.”

Then, suddenly, they are back in the cell she dragged him into after the fat Asian chick failed to cum on his cock like the good little whore she’s supposed to be. Last time, he was weak; this time, he actually has some power to lean on.

When he went into bloodlust at the ratfink nest, he felt powerful and manly; this time, with his cock ordered permanently flaccid, he feels less so. Still, he decides to kick the dyke in her lesbo cooch.

The dyke doesn’t flinch. She instead shoved him out of her grip, saying, “This is overkill, but Craig, CHILL the fuck down.”

Craig: Warning! Non-sexy violence in unauthorized areas is not permitted!

When he comes to, he’s tied up in one of those bondage cross things. His struggles against them are just as pitiful as last time.

“Well, my niece will get to enjoy the bed alone tonight,” the dyke declares, a slight smile that doesn’t reach her eyes smeared on her face, “So, about that little chat...”

“Unless you are giving me permission to speak freely without reprisals, go fuck yourself you...” Craig silently snarls as he feels his voice taken away.

“I have wives for that. No matter. This chat is mostly a ‘I talk, you listen’ kind of affair. I know what you are doing; I want that to be made abundantly clear. Congratulations, you found a couple of gooning ratfinks with delusions of grandeur in their tiny little porn nest. You might be able to find enough PP to pay them. They might be able to get you a mind control item to use on Mona. You know what happens if all of those dominoes line up? You are stopped, by Mona or Ophie or myself. You are punished, if not eliminated. And, should you survive the immediate consequences, you will have burned yourself out of any kind of reconciliation. When that happens, elimination is inevitable. Understand?”

Craig just glares, and not just because he is muted. This fucking dyke bitch thinks that she can stop me? I had plenty of time to think about countermeasures and shit while looking for those dumb fucking PP things. The fatass’s place is beneath my feet. This bitch’s place is being reamed by those disgusting rat freaks while I watch and laugh. I will see both of those things through.

The fake smile disappeared. Her tone gets more judgy as she notes, “So, Craig, you have three days until your date this week. If you want a third, here is what I would recommend you do. Decide to earn Mona’s forgiveness right now. Apologize to her and mean it tomorrow. 8d6 XP will likely help get you out of your hole enough to get back in the race, even if you low-roll like last time. Then beg Gaia and Jenny to let you go on a delve with them. Beg them to wait to level until you get to Level 3; you only need 13 XP for that, which your quest will almost certainly provide. Then, start using your winnings from a delve or two to pay for an appropriate apology date. Take this opportunity to think carefully about it. Understand?”

As the dyke bitch turns away, closing the cell door behind her, Craig feels his voice return. He yells, “Fuck you, you cunt-gargling dyke bitch whore!”

Craig: -1 XP (Stop it with the slurs, already!)

The point loss ding doesn’t even phase him. Like it fucking matters. Either Mona submits like a good little cock-sleeve or the dyke will fuck me. One point doesn’t fucking matter.

The illusion summoned before him is in plain unadorned English. He snarls at it:

“Oh, so I should just start reducing the size of your cock instead? Or see if the dirigible enthusiasts in the audience would be interested in seeing you grow some chest balloons? Either of those CAN be arranged.”

Fuck you, dyke bitch.

Just before the illusion fades, it shifts to: “You could add some variety to your slur thoughts. Repetition weaken the effect, you know...”

Fuck you, dyke bitch!

Mona

Mona is so glad that she rode the clawfoot side saddle like the staff guy recommended. The ones that rode them “normal” are walking funny and she suspects that she would NOT enjoy feeling like that during bedroom fun times. Mona’s butt is still a little sore, but the stroll through the flying dinosaur aviary should help her stretch it out.

The aviary is beautiful and HUGE! The whole thing is designed like a giant caged cliff side, with plenty of nooks to allow for nests. The entrance is on ground level and there is a large walkway that slowly winds its way up to the top. The dinosaurs are swooping around, grabbing food from carefully positioned feeding areas. The actual walkway is well hidden, between foliage and special one way glass. Mona watches as a heliopterus tears apart a goat, fascinated. This dinosaur has a beak like mouth filled with sharp teeth and fluffy orange feathered wings. It tears off a chunk of flesh as it pins the now dead goat with its feet.

Gaia looks a little bit green.

“Hey, Gaia, you okay?”

“Yeah, just enjoying nature,” the hippie roadrunner-girl replies, sounding awfully queasy.

Mona takes Gaia’s leash and moves on. She doesn’t want to make her date uncomfortable. Instead, she tries to change the subject, “So, how are you handling all of the craziness back at the Hotel?”

Gaia, looking happy that she has something other than giant carnivorous flying lizards to think about, regales Mona with all of the fun stuff she’s gotten into since their last date. While Mona remembers the gardening lesson, she gets pretty excited as Gaia describes lashing an angel dressed only in bondage gear to learn how to whip like Feline Lady. That sounds HAWT! Gaia also looking out for Mineko and Jenny is also sweet; Mona is happy that the harem is watching out for each other. By the time they get to the top of the aviary, Gaia looks much better.

CUUUUTE!!!!!!!!!!!

There is a nest of baby heliopteri right on the other end of the aviary viewing platform. The baby dinosaurs are cheeping like chicks, waiting for a parent to regurgitate food in their mouths. They both watch the babies, at least until an adult heliopterus lands on the edge of the nest and looms over it. Mona quickly turns Gaia around so the temporary bird-girl doesn’t see.

“So, Gaia, we going to ride the elevator down and see what else we can get done before Tyalangan picks us up or...”

“Actually,” the Host declares, “I am already here.”

Mona turns around. She notices Tyalangan’s eyes and stares a bit. She is very tired and a little frustrated. “You okay?”

“Long day, but it’s almost done. You two have fun?”

Both Mona and Gaia agree.

“Well, that’s what matters. Time to get back to the Suite. Ready?”

Mona is a little reluctant, at least until Gaia purrs in her ear, “I have such fun bedroom ideas for tonight, Mistress.” That gets Mona going.

A snap of the fingers, and the threesome find themselves at the Suite’s living room area. Tyalangan teleports away with a small bow. Mona and the former terrorist grin at each other, then scramble for the bedroom.

Gaia, already naked save for her leash and collar, is practically dripping between her thighs. She sits on the edge of the bed, groaning, “Being led around on a leash all evening has been so arousing, Mistress. That pet play transformation I got has been running wild. It took me everything I had not to jump you in public.”

“You probably could have,” Mona replies, tripping over herself to be just as bare, “there were ‘pets’ getting used at the park.”

“Oh, Mistress,” Gaia moans, “don’t remind me. Come. Sit in your pet’s lap. She has a treat for you.”

Mona is excited; she thinks she knows what is about to happen and she can’t wait. She wraps her legs around Gaia’s waist and nuzzle into her milky mammaries.

“Mistress wants a little pre-sex pick-me-up? Go ahead. We’ll both enjoy it.”

Mona doesn’t need further invitation; she latches onto one of Gaia’s nipples, already pebbled to prominence by the persistent pet play at the preserve, and starts to suckle. She feels Gaia go wild under her, desperately seeking something stiff to grind against as friction. Sooo sweet! I don’t care that this is cheating on my diet! And Gaia is enjoying it too!

The temporary bird-girl whimpers, “Please, don’t stop,” as Mona pulls off of the breast she drained.

“Just evening you out, pet,” Mona coos, then latches onto the other. This time, she lays a hand on top of Gaia’s bird’s nest, and the former terrorist happily grinds against it. It takes no time at all for Gaia to start squeezing onto Mona’s fingers, pulling her in deeper, refusing to let go. Mona does not know exactly how to get Gaia to climax, but it does not seem to matter; the girl is doing most of the work on her own. Mona swallows mouthfuls of delicious milk and feels Gaia’s insistent clinging. Then, with a howl, Mona’s face is pressed into Gaia’s breast tightly; Gaia’s whole body vibrates, then goes half slack. Mona has to catch her one-handed to keep her from falling.

Gaia: +2 XP (Mistress brought her to orgasm [Nipplegasm])

Gaia rests her head on Mona’s shoulder, panting.

“Okay, the boob transformation is pretty awesome,” Gaia finally exclaims, voice husky with residual lust, “Now, what can I do for you, Mistress?”

Gaia

Gaia has never been one for sex toys, as they are too environmentally unfriendly. The plastic and silicone and most lubricants not being biodegradable really sours the mood when someone mentions them. But, Mona wanted more practice being dicked down and Gaia is otherwise not properly equipped.

Ophie came in clutch. Soon, Gaia is securing a strap-on harness with an admittedly strange dildo. It is the stalk and cap of a specialty mushroom that drow have cultivated for pegging. Sturdy enough construction to keep it together for a session, yet spongy enough to not hurt like a wooden one could. It even can secrete a thin coat of aphrodisiac slime to serve as lubricant for a couple of hours after being plucked. Now this might be something I want to learn how to grow!

Gaia gives the mushroom dildo a couple of long, slow strokes to get the slime secreting, then returns to the bedroom. Mona is resting her back on the headboard, eyes wide. The girl stammers, “That thing is so big?!?!?!”

The slime on her hands is already starting to work. Gaia notes, “It’s only eight inches, Mistress. Ootah is, what, twice as big?

“Please be gentle? Winter felt really good, but he’s like, less than half as big as that.”

“Want to try cowgirl? You get most of the control that way.”

Mona nods, then Gaia gets into position. She lays down on the bed, head resting on a pillow. Mona straddles Gaia’s tummy, looking down at the temporary bird-girl. “Okay, what’s first?”

“Rub a little bit of the slime around your entrance. It’ll make you feel good.”

Mona does so and shivers, love juices already flowing. “Aphrodisiacs again?” she pants.

“Natural aphrodisiac lube, actually. These mushrooms rock!”

Mona giggles, then gives the dildo a couple of strokes before lining up its head with her love canal. “Well, let’s see if your Mistress approves of the whole experience...”

Even with the horny courage, Mona hesitates before lowering herself onto the dick shaped mushroom. The base of the stem presses into Gaia’s birds-nest, squirting slime onto it; the tingling sensation of the aphrodisiac causes both women to moan. Oooh, that’s fun! I am soooo totally going to learn how to grow these!

Gaia watches with lidded eyes as the cap spreads Mona’s lower lips wide. Gaia can see a reason to use a toy on a girl now; watching that sight while not being distracted by more immediate needs to give her partner pleasure is a very arousing thing. Mona’s eyes roll back as she groans in pleasure and just a hint of discomfort.

“You... okay... Mistress?” Gaia pants, hoping the girl starts bouncing soon.

“Just... getting used to it. It’s thicker than Winter...”

Mona’s hips sink down excruciatingly slow. Gaia forces herself not to thrust, as much as her body is screaming for friction. Mona only gets about halfway down before she pants, “Can’t... get any more... in... Too... much...”

Gaia scoots back so she can sit up. She grabs onto Mona’s quivering thighs to give her some more support. She looks into Mona’s eyes, reading how disappointed the Mistress is in herself, then tuts, “None of that, Mistress. You’re doing just fine. You might get more in once you start to move, too. Ready to try?”

Mona nods, then slowly rises up. She hesitates again when the cap is nearly out, then drops her hips again. Gaia makes sure to catch her when she gets low enough, squeezing thighs or butt cheeks, so she doesn’t slam herself onto the top of the dildo too hard. She gets a little faster, a little less scared, with every cycle. Soon, she is laughing, panting, squeeing with glee at the sensation.

“Sooo stuffed!”

The increased pace makes Gaia feel better, too. The base of the mushroom stalk grinds into her love button, soaking her in aphrodisiac slime.

The gamer girl suddenly goes rigid, as the mushroom seems to squirt all of the slime inside it in every direction. The sight is enough to push Gaia over the edge, too.

Mona goes boneless, leaning forward to rest her head on Gaia’s shoulder, panting slowly. The cap bounces out of the Mistress with an audible “Pop!” which causes both of them to giggle.

Gaia: +10 XP (Vaginal Sex with Mistress)

Mona: Weekly Task Update: Have Penetrative Sex with At Least Half of the Contestants (2/5)

Gaia can barely see the shriveled mushroom limply lying down. “Was that good for you, Mistress?”

“Mmmhmm...”

Gaia strokes Mona’s hair. The gamer girl makes some happy burbling noises, then snuggles in tighter. Yeah, I can get used to using toys like this.