Impromptu New Girl Date, Part 1: Aftermath

Harper

Ariel seems to relax a little, sighing, “Whew, that is stressful. I’m going to go play with my grandbabies for a bit. Tote bags for the new girls are at the stairs. Phone, rulebook, commemorative T-shirt of the old host’s face for you to burn, a couple of changes of clothes. Your stuff will be formally moved in once rooms are assigned after transformation time tomorrow. The rest of the day is yours. Good night!”

Then with a splash, she dives into a hole in the stage and uses a staff tube built into the saltwater tank underneath.

“Aelene, Mattie, if you are okay with it, I’d like the two of you to spend the night with me in the Master Suite. I want to make sure you understand what you were **** into and definitely want to learn about you slash catch up, respectively. If you’d rather shack up with the others, Josie is missing a roommate and I’m sure someone would volunteer to be upstairs with me if neither of you want to take me up on that offer.”

Mattie, for her part, gives Harper a wink. “Sarge, I am totally going to rock your world tonight.”

I never knew Mattie to be so forward. Maybe being an attractive woman was all it would have taken to try this for real so long ago.

“While I am not planning on anything like that this night, I am amenable to spending time with you.”

Little worried about her. Don’t screw this up, Harper. Don’t fail her like you failed Vix.

“Great. Looking forward to it. Just meet me at the bottom of the stairs to the suite in, say, half an hour? I have a Daphne situation to resolve first. Daph, come back.”

The mermaid already was trying to sneak out. She mopes as she trudges back, “Beloved, do we have to do this now? It can surely wait ‘til after the show is over?”

“Nope. At least you can sit with me in the Jacuzzi for this. That sound fun?”

Daphne is already splashing into the churning salt water, having stripped off her T-shirt (which now fits her like a sun dress) as soon as she heard the word “sit”. Everyone else leaves, save one. Scarlet sighs, then pockets the outer layer of clothes into her inventory. She gently sits herself in the Jacuzzi beside the throne.

“Scarlet, is this...”

Instead of letting Harper finish, Scarlet firmly states, “Daph, you have my permission. Tell her.”

Harper sits on her throne. Instead of answering the question she knows is coming, Daphne gives Harper the big dogfish eyes routine. “Not gonna work this time, Beloved. Ariel gave me express permission to deal with this. So, I’m dealing with this now. I watched what you did. You want to get back in the frenzy’s good graces, you are going to have to take a punishment. I’ll be as soft hearted and gentle as possible.”

“Fine. I erased some footage from my shop the day before the first challenge.”

“I know. I’ve been told. Why?”

“Um... Can you just punish me without knowing why?”

Scarlet, frustrated, just blurts out, “She erased the tapes to protect me. When Tina and I did that first delve and got our asses kicked by those turkeys, Daphne tied us up to those sex things and I lost my cool and I tried to chop her head off! It was stupid of me and I appreciate you trying to protect me, Daph. There. Out in the open.”

Harper sighs, “Beloved, that true?”

Daphne slowly nods.

“Out of the hot tub, both of you. Assume the position.”

Scarlet, already guessing what’s coming, rests her hands on the edge of the Jacuzzi as she presents her ass. Daphne needs time for her legs to reform, so Harper starts with the redhead.

“Scarlet, how many you think you deserve?”

“Look, Harper, is this you pulling a power play thing here? If I say ‘One’, you say ‘Not enough’ or...”

Harper doesn’t want to hear it. “No, I’m serious. If you think you deserve one swat for trying to kill Daphne, that’s what you’ll get. If it wasn’t for the fact that the show is going to insist on either elimination or a sexy punishment for naughty girls, I’d...”

Scarlet’s turn to interrupt, “Ten. Make ‘em good.”

“Count them out. Mess up and I’ll start over.” Harper puts a hand on the small of Scarlet’s back and uses the other to pop Scarlet’s panties into the sea elf’s inventory. Then, with a gentle caress, she pulls back and starts to spank. “One.” Another. “Two.” Another. “Three. Fuck, that one hurt.”

“You told me to make them good.” Another. “Four.” Another. Harper winces inside as Scarlet starts to tear up a little. “Five.” Harper’s hand starts to hurt. Another. “Six.” Another 4 in rapid succession. “Seven, eight, nine, and ten. Fuck.”

Scarlet: +0 VP (Spank Session x0 penalty [actual punishment, not a funishment])

Daphne, wobbly legged, has put herself into the same position. Harper gently pulls Scarlet up and gives her a big kiss on the lips. “Sorry. Doing that hurt me too.”

“I can tell. I got off light. We saw what Beckie would have done if she found out. Now, it’s settled. Right, Ms. Producer?”

Prudence pops into the Media Room for a quick thumbs up, then disappears again. Harper shakes her head. Turning to Daphne, she asks, “Daph, how many?”

“Twenty?”

“Ten. Count them out.”

Daphne is bawling by the time Harper is done. “I’m sooo sorry. I was just trying to protect her. I didn’t want to make you sad.”

Daphne: +0 VP (Spank Session x0 penalty [actual punishment, not a funishment])

Harper’s eye makeup is starting to run, the waterproofing finally giving way from all of the salt water from the day and the tears she shed. She wraps her mermaid up in a big hug. “I know. I know. You did the right thing. But doing the right thing doesn’t get you out of the consequences.” She just silently rubs the small of Daphne’s back as the two cry a little longer. Scarlet soon joins in. Too soon after that, the big group hug breaks up.

“Well, Missy, you have 2 girls waiting for you soon and I gotta go strip at the bar. My panties?”

Popping them out of her inventory, Harper notes, “I wasn’t planning on keeping them.”

“I know,” Scarlet replies with a kiss on the cheek, “See you tomorrow, love. Bye.” Scarlet walks out the room, spinning her panties on her finger. Harper both misses her already and enjoys watching her leave.

Daphne blocks the view right as Scarlet opens the door. “What now?” the mermaid pleads.

“You’re forgiven. Go say ‘Hi’ to Calypso for me. Maybe invite her to the bar? Maybe some of your sisters too? How many sisters do you have now?”

Daphne strains against her new reality. “Umm... I mean, I guess they were always my sisters, I just didn’t have an actual sisterly relationship with them before? Dozens. Good idea. Thanks, Beloved. I should text them!” Daphne scurries up the steps surprisingly well, leaving her T-shirt. Harper sighs and grabs it for her. Well, that’s one problem down.

Aelene

Aelene is standing under the most amazing showerhead. Apparently, this strange hotel has a large bathhouse room with an attached shower room. A fortnight of mud, blood, and grime washes off of her. Her shoulder still feels a little stiff, but the drow patched her up nicely. She suds herself up to get the remnants of being under siege off.

As she scrubs, she looks at the human she is to share this Harper with tonight. Her scars are both much fewer than Aelene’s and... strange. All of them look like perfect circles. What kind of weapon leaves only that kind of scar?

“Hey, like what you see?”

Aelene stammers, “Sorry for staring. I was looking at your scars. One can learn a lot about a warrior from her scars. Yours confuse me.”

“Bullet wounds. What kind of soldier hasn’t been shot?”

“Sorry, but what are bullets? I have been shot, this one is from a crossbow bolt. Got me in between my arm plates.” Aelene points at a jagged oval shaped scar on her left elbow.

The woman looks contemplative for a moment. “Oof, that had to hurt. What do you think about Harper’s scar? Not the most shocking change, but she didn’t have that last I saw her.”

“I’d have to examine it closer, but magical piercing weapon, probably from a lethal wound. There is a story to that one. I am more shocked that she only has the one scar. A warrior of her Level should be as riddled with scars as me.” The final bits of soap rinsed off, Aelene turns off the shower. No need to waste water. She then summons a towel to wrap herself in from her inventory.

“How did you do that?”

Aelene is confused. “I just pulled a towel out of my inventory. Is that strange?”

“Yes!”

Huh. How does she survive without an inventory? Aelene heads to the dressing room beside the showers and slips into a simple bliaut with a ceinture cinching it tight. Her sister would wear something more daring, but Aelene dresses conservatively when possible. Lacing up some leather boots, she feels ready. She takes a few moments to brush her copper hair. Do I wear it up in a bun or loose? Bun is for business, loose is for relaxing. Which mood is this Harper wanting tonight?

In the reflection of the mirror, she watches the human pull clothing and a small bag out from a rectangular metal box on the wall. Aelene was wondering what purpose those boxes have. The human stands by the adjacent mirror, starting to apply some lipstick. “Brave girl, going on a date without makeup.”

“Never been much for such things. You know the old saying. ‘Putting lipstick on a Nalfeshnee’?”

“Can’t say I have, exactly. Look, take it from me; this nightmare game will chew you up and spit you out if you give into that attitude. Sarge is going to love you, if you let her. So, let her. And hair down.”

Mattie

This girl is so lost. I mean, I haven’t done a lot of dating myself, keeping the world from descending into madness took priority, but still...

Mattie is standing in the lobby of this hotel. The fountain in the middle is interesting. Mermaids eating oysters, maybe? Stairs going up between another statue’s legs. Glass tubes of water criss-crossing the marble floor. Aquarium tanks teeming with marine life.

“Hey, you two weren’t waiting for me too long?”

Mattie turns to see Harper walk in. She can see a little bit of her old militia drill sergeant in the kind of fishy woman’s face. Harper always had a strangely beautiful face. The strange girl speaks first, “No, dear lady. We’ve been here for only a few minutes.”

“Good. If you’ll follow me upstairs, please? Ignore the statues on the left.”

The strange girl looks scared of the stairwell, but, when Harper offers her right arm, she takes it. Mattie follows behind. Harper’s ass is pretty good, too. Damn, I need to get laid. Hopefully the girl isn’t going to be too much of a wet blanket. Being told to ignore some statues made Mattie have to note them. The first one is of a more masculine unscarred Harper fucking that redhead standing. She looks completely ashamed as the redhead looks to be putting on a brave face. The second is an even more masculine unscarred Harper getting pegged by that wolf-girl. She looks in pain as the wolf-girl seems to be enjoying the pounding she’s delivering.

The other girl followed directions. It probably helped that Harper was in her way. “Dear lady, is that statue necessary? It seems so indecent.”

Indecent statue? Fair enough. Mattie checks it out. Happy scarred Harper grinding against purple girl, prone on her back. “It’s a pretty common trope for this game. They didn’t do it for my old season, but we’ve watched enough of other seasons to see it pretty frequently. I’m sure there is a story there. Go purple girl.”

The Master Suite is interesting. The rooms glow a bio-luminescent green from the walls and ceiling (more aquarium walls) until Harper clicks the lights on. Open floor plan, with little nooks radiating off a central point. Noises are blasting from one of the nooks. “Did you want a tour or can I go get dressed?”

“I’m happy to wander around a bit. But, didn’t you become a casual nudist, Sarge?”

“Nudist with purpose, I guess? I’ll be quick.”

Harper heads to where she intends to go. The strange girl is paralyzed in fear.

“Hey, you okay?”

“No. It’s embarrassing.”

Mattie tentatively gives the strange girl a light pat on the small of her back. “Trust me, the game will embarrass you a lot. Sometimes sharing helps.”

“I can’t swim and all of this water around me...”

“I’m sure you can learn. Might be a fun bonding activity. Want to wander with me?”

When Mattie offers an arm, the girl takes it. Mattie would have spent more time in the pirate ship sex room, but it seems to freak the girl out. Gotta grab some toys to use on Harper later. The pool room is nice, but also freaks the girl out. Reading nook is fine. Bathroom looks big enough for us to use it together. Gym needs a press bench or two. Game room has a fox trying to play video games on a computer. Wait. Fox?!?!? Shit. They took my weapons. Need something.

“Be right back!”

The girl looks confused as Mattie goes to grab a five pound free weight. Harper, now dressed in a cute camisole tank top and skirt, grabs her before she gets back to crush that fox’s skull. Mattie vibrates in anger.

“Whoa, Mattie. You okay?”

“Need to kill the fox.”

“Wait, Vix? Please don’t because it’s just going to trigger a compulsion in me. You really want me to spend an hour re-summoning her?”

“Need to kill the fox.”

Harper snaps her fingers and the fox is on her shoulder. Seeing Mattie’s rage, it scurries up on top of Harper’s head. Just out of reach.

“She’s part of the reason you’re here. If you can’t stand her after we talk, I’ll metaphysically crate her when you’re around. Fair?”

The strange girl yells, “Why was that fox playing something so perverted?!?!?”

Josie

“Pleasure doing business with you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I got a family get-together at the strip club. Gonna laugh at the tiny titty dancer.”

Josie: -50 BP

Josie growls at the (now admittedly much hotter) alchemist mermaid, “That dancer is my girlfriend.”

“Oh. Sorry. Didn’t mean to insult you. And she did make Mom cum her brains out on stage, so it’s not going to be all small booby humiliation.”

Josie, desperately wanting to control her anger, just turns around and walks out. She got what she came for: a selection of alchemy materials she can work with for a bit. She walks to her makeshift alchemy lab area in the cafeteria, making herself a protein shake as she goes. Still tastes like Skye. Still can’t quite identify the taste. Less jarring in a shake than Tina flavored.

She starts pulling out her alchemy equipment, grinding some dried flowers with mortar and pestle. She sees Dinah trudges out of her room, stuffed kitty in her clutches, and mechanically grabs one of the gross corn dogs that the set continues to make, even if none of them have been eating the carny food. That’s a bad sign.

“Hey, Dinah, wanna talk about it?”

The de-aged doctor sighs, “No. No I don’t.”

“Wanna help me prep some potions?”

“Using magic once today has cursed the only thing that truly loves me. Why would I want to use it again?”

Josie’s getting frustrated. “Then what can I do to help?”

“Can I have your room tonight, alone? I’m not wanting to deal with anyone right now.”

“You know what? I don’t mind sleeping with my girlfriend and the fish. You got it. But I’m dragging you out if you aren’t out and about by breakfast. Don’t make me do that.”

As Dinah trudges to Josie’s room, the wolf-girl sighs. She spiraling. Maybe Scarlet can drag her out of it? Dinah and I both need to get our shit together. I’ll talk to her when they get back.