Have Mi pitch your plan to her subordinates

Mi gave Tally a little scrap of parchment and a quill pen to write notes for her on things he wanted her to say, since he wouldn’t be able to feed her lines directly without being seen and slaughtered. When they had both thoroughly gone over the points Mi was to touch on, she left Tally in the safety of her personal tent and went outside to address her warriors. Tally heard a bell ringing outside, which was Mi calling everyone for an impromptu announcement.

When Mi had about three quarters of the outpost gathered before her, she decided it was enough to begin. There were only four or five missing, and they were busy back in the village, menacing its citizens. “Alright, everyone,” Mi projected loudly, “listen up! I’m about to make an executive decision. Show of hands, how many of you hate the queen’s guts, if you’re honest?” Most hands went up.

“Follow-up question: How many of you feel like she’s overstepped our alliance?” Again, most hands went up- not all of them the same, interestingly enough, but still a clear majority.

“Right then. I think most of you will be pleased to know that I’ve decided… we’re going rogue! It’s time to teach that human bitch a lesson!” Much to Mi’s delight, she got several exclamations of “fuck yeah!” and “Why not!” and even one particularly enthusiastic “Woop-de-doop-de-woop-woop!”

“All opposed?” Mi offered. Four hands. “Right, the rest of you grab them and tie them up. No place for discussion in a mutiny.” Almost immediately, hands were thrown, as the warriors in favor of the mutiny fought to subdue the four unfortunates who had remained loyal to the queen.

Infighting and sedition was not an uncommon occurrence in Mi Iau’s culture. She came from a race of alphas, always competing with each other. Of course there were going to be some questionable shenanigans every now and then, especially this far away from the prying eyes of the higher-ups back in their native dimension. Mi herself had been involved in two mutinies before in her career, but only as a low-ranking grunt, safe in the knowledge that the blame would fall on someone else. Being a general now, this was quite a ballsy move- although, Mi reflected as she watched the ensuing brawl in front of her, this time she had a better reason than she ever had before: Tally had asked her to.

The purists were heavily outmatched, so it did not take long before all four of them were restrained by both arms and resorting to merely shouting **** in protest. “Tie their hands and feet, gag them, and send them into my tent,” Mi ordered. “We’ll see if we can come to some kind of arrangement.”

Tally was lying on Mi’s cheap little straw bed when he heard the sound of the buttons to the tent flap being opened from outside. Panicked, Tally resorted to the only thing he could think of: roll off the bed onto the ground and pretend to be dead again.

“Tally, wake up,” said Mi in an excited whisper as she closed the flap behind her. Tally looked up. “Tally, could you hear what happened from in here?”

“I heard fighting,” said Tally.

“Yes! That was the pro-rebels getting the others under control. I’ve got you eleven warriors ready to de-throne the queen, they didn’t even need any convincing!”

“And the ‘others’?”

“They’re being tied up now,” Mi replied. “I’m having them brought in here, so you can use your magic tingly-hand thing on them like you did to me. But you’d better get hidden before that happens.” Mi invited Tally to hide in her big supplies chest. It wasn’t the most comfortable place in the world given Tally’s armor, but at least he fit. Mi gingerly closed the lid, but didn’t latch it, leaving Tally a narrow slit of view out the top. Once closed in, Tally became aware of the fact that the clothes that were all around him were all probably unwashed, judging by the smell. Mi Iau’s concentrated body odor engulfed him like a tidal wave over a sand castle, and he fought the urge to immediately jump back out of the box for air. “Cozy in here, huh?” said Brim, who was apparently inside the box with him, invisible. “Look, here come your next recruits.”

Four women bunnyhopped into the tent, bound and gagged. One of them wobbled on the spot, threatening to fall over from her tied-together legs. The warrior who had shoved them waved in acknowledgement to Mi Iau, who was waiting on her bed. Mi waited until the grunt was gone, then immediately hopped out of bed and tiptoed over to the tent flap- closed it, then addressed the four captives lined up in front of her.

“So, you are the four that raised your hands when I asked you if you were against my mutiny. Seriously, what did you expect to happen? Tialan, I’m surprised you fell for it… Vectal, you too… Ance and Quelm on the other hand, I’m not surprised at all. This is very you.” There was a muffled grunt of indignation from one of them. The others remained silent. “So, to business,” Mi carried on. “I’m not going to have you killed or anything like that, don’t worry. No, I’m going to persuade you to change your minds. Allow me to introduce you to my good friend Tally.” Mi began drawing closer to the box Tally was hidden in, walking slowly for dramatic effect. “I’ve known him for about two hours now, and so far he’s already the most important person in my life. And I’m confident that in a few minutes, you’ll feel the same way.” At that, Mi flipped open the lid of the trunk with a flourish, and Tally awkwardly clambered to his feet. Even from the inside, he could tell it wasn’t as imposing an entrance as Mi had been trying to set up for him. In fact, she looked rather embarrassed to be associated with him.

Tally stumbled out of the box, tossing dirty socks off of himself, and removed his helmet. “Hi,” he said impressively. The four captive warriors looked at him, incredibly confused. “Are you ready, Tally?” asked Brim, who had appeared peeking out from behind Mi. Tally could already begin to feel a familiar tingle building up in his hand as Brim prepared to pour her magic into the next person that hand touched.

Tally went down the line from left to right, placing a finger on each of their foreheads and holding it there until they orgasmed. Because of the way the magic worked, Tally was able to get a measure of each of their strength of will by how long it took for them to succumb to the brainwashing. The woman on the far left, who Mi had referred to as Tialan, took about twenty seconds of continuous physical contact before she came. It was almost nothing compared to how long Mi had taken, but that was because Mi only had a quick moment of contact before she broke away.

The next one, Vectal, took roughly fifteen seconds. And the last two, Ance and Quelm, were near-instantaneous, five seconds each. It would appear these two were not quite as smart, nor as stubborn.

Even before their gags were taken out, the change in behavior was apparent. The four warriors were obviously smiling through the cloth over their mouths, and looking at Tally with a strange sort of confused reverence. Mi went around and undid the knots for each of them, freeing them to take off their gags and massage their wrists.

“So, do you still disagree with my plan to overthrow the queen?” Mi asked them all. It took them several moments to register her question, needing to tear their eyes away from Tally. “Huh?” Quelm asked, and so Mi repeated the question. All four of them said that yes, they still were against the mutiny.

“Ah,” Mi said, “but what if I told you that it was Tally’s idea, and not mine?” There was much blinking as the four warriors processed this information.

“Well, when you put it like that…”

“On second thought…”

“Actually, mutiny doesn’t sound so bad…”

“Wait, is it too late to change my answer?”

Mi laughed at their 180 responses. “I think they’re all yours, Tally,” she said happily. As if to confirm this, Brim paced around between the four of them, looking them up and down, nodding with approval. “The first five members of your harem, Tally. Aren’t you excited? Come on, show a little celebration.” There was a pause, before she elaborated: “What I mean is, please have a fivesome with them or something, I’m begging you. Your release is my release; I’m losing my mind over here.”