Tegan Date 2, Part 1: Time For Drugs!?!?!?!?!?

Tegan

Tegan has had a busy day, between dealing with that accursed goblin’s affliction of itchiness and planning for a date. She at least took Winter’s criticism of her last date to heart. I need to pick something that shows Mona that I am all she should want, not the homewrecker or her precious Kevin or any of the others. Or, at the very least, I shouldn’t be thrown away...

Her trip to the tourism board was... frustrating. None of the offerings really spoke to her. Why would she take Mona to some place as perverse as a brothel? Or as degenerate as a bar? The Royal Art Gallery might have been nice if Tegan knew anything about art, but, alas, she doesn’t care about it. The dinosaur preserve wasn’t Tegan’s thing either (and would be a repeat of Gaia’s date anyways).

A person more inclined to introspection would reflect that her interests may be too narrow. Tegan avoids navel gazing as much as possible and she did not have time regardless. She asked the perverted elves for recommendations. What Tegan wanted isn’t in the borders of the Queendom. She snarled, then demanded that the sluts tell her where she could find what she was looking for. A more tactful person would have gotten better service; a more intuitive person would have taken their recommendation with a grain of salt. Tegan is neither tactful nor intuitive. She stomped out of the board, itching all the while.

On her way back, she texted her date demands to the kidnappers. The blue-skinned freak had the nerve to suggest that Tegan pick somewhere else. Tegan stood her ground. She saw the order confirmation hit her phone and BP withdrawn from her account.

Tegan: -50 BP

Then, she thought about what she would need to wear. Cursing that goblin freak again, she rapidly texted Gaia. The corgi-girl was already collecting stuff for her vengeance; what’s one more favor?

Tegan went to the range to train while she waits. The sensations of firing arrow after arrow at her tormentors soothed her soul.

The sun is starting to set when Gaia arrives with her potion. Tegan launches one final arrow into that vampire freak statue’s eye before putting her things away and nodding at her roommate.

“I got your aphrodisiac made. It was a quick job, so it’ll only last a couple of hours. Hopefully, that’s good enough?” Gaia explains, holding out a glass vial of swirling purple liquid.

Tegan snatches it, then, after a pause a few too many seconds long, mutters, “Thank you.”

“Can we talk about the other thing? It seems really mean to...”

Tegan interrupts with quite the brazen lie, “That goblin freak bragged about kicking puppies when he was explaining what I could do to get this blasted itching curse off of me.”

“Uhm... okay... I’ll have it ready for you after the meeting tomorrow. And Tegan?”

“Yeah?”

“Treat my girlfriend right, okay?”

Tegan bristles as Gaia heads back toward the Hotel. The nerve! Mona is MY fiancée, not her girlfriend! She takes a few moments to compose herself before making her way to the perverted clothing store on her way to the Mistress Suite. No need to get too mad at Gaia; at least she’s useful. Not like that homewrecker.

Gaia

Gaia walks into the canteen for dinner and sees the new waitstaff. A mermaid sits in a tank by the door, acting like the lady that checks people in. She has pretty big tits and the water dripping off them are slightly distracting. A bunny-guy in a maid’s dress leads her to the table with everyone else. And, finally, a hu-cow girl with bodacious boobs and a little crown on her head offers through gritted teeth, “Would you like some milk before your meal?”

Gaia glances down the table. Mineko has a big glass of milk and she is happily drinking it. The rest do not. The corgi-girl turns to the hu-cow to ask, “Is it vegan milk?”

The hu-cow sputters, “What kind of hippie nonsense is ‘vegan milk?’”

Mineko finishes her glass, then raises her hand. “May I have more milk please? Or is that being bad?”

The hu-cow sighs and rolls her eyes. She heads over to Mineko, muttering the whole time, and snags the glass out of the nekomata’s hand. She thereupon grabs one of her tits and squeezes. Milk erupts from the tit and fills up the glass. The hu-cow hands it back, declaring, “Enjoy the privilege of drinking the milk of Moorcie, Empress of the Storm Empire.”

Oh, that makes the question MORE relevant...

“So, is your milk vegan? Because I got a lactation transformation, and I was wondering if drinking my milk would be vegan. I know cow milk isn’t vegan, but, since the milker can consent to being milked, our milk may not be exploitative...”

“As if your peasant milk is in any way comparative to mine,” this Moorcie scoffs.

Skye shouts from the kitchen, “Moorcie, Customer Service!”

The bunny-guy takes orders and heads to the kitchen, pulling the hu-cow along. Gaia gets a couple of empty glasses and milks herself into them. She slides one over to Mineko, who is chanting, “Milk! Milk! Milk! Milk!”

Gaia stares at the other glass. “So, what do the rest of you think?”

New guy shrugs. Kevin and Ootah does, too. Andromeda offers, “Your logic is sound.” with Tessa nodding in agreement. Winter teases, “Go ahead and try it.” Jenny offers, “I mean, are you, like, vegan because animal products are, like, totally bad for you or for, like, animal ethics or whatever? ‘Cause my answer would, like, change, depending.” Finally, Mineko is chanting “Milk!”

Gaia sips her milk. Sweet! She happily drinks some more.

Her (vegan) meal arrives, as do the others’ (not-vegan) meals. The group talks about evening plans as they eat. Harith wants to go level and do a delve. He gathers a party and they’ll head over to Dungeons for Damsels after dinner. Ootah pointedly doesn’t volunteer to join them; she’s planning on hitting the gym to “blow off some steam” instead. Andromeda will go level to get more spell scrolls to scribe, but plans on relaxing instead; Winter is going to join her. As much fun as joining the delve would be, Gaia still has her promise to Tegan (that she is feeling less and less good about) to finish up. So, she’s going to go to that tonight instead.

So, after dinner, Gaia heads to her makeshift lab in the backyard area. She stares at her materials to make Tegan’s vengeance “gift.”

The stuff she feels the best about, the Blueball Bells, are easy enough. She grinds them into a fine powder, then adds them to the bottle of gin Tegan got. An aphrodisiac that stops you from cumming until after it wears off is a funny thing to use for a prank. Gaia approves. The alcohol in the gin is enough to get the aphrodisiac to dissolve into the liquid and be available for use. There, the comfortable part done.

The pile of poison ivy, on the other hand, feels mean. Again, Gaia gets it. The goblin guy made Tegan itchy, so making him itchy is fair game. But Tegan wants the urushiol dissolved IN the booze; she aims to get the goblin to drink it. The corgi-girl veeeery carefully uses her Poisoner’s Kit to extract the itch-inducing oil from the pile of leaves, then pours it into the gin.

The vegetable refuse from the kitchen is, ironically, the really bad stuff. Potato and tomato plant leaves. Tegan wants her to extract the solanine in them. While it’s not as deadly as Tegan thinks it is (Gaia distinctly remembers Tegan assume that, since they are nightshades, the poison in them is as bad as the nightshade people think about when they think about poisons), it can still cause a painful, painful death when it’s concentrated enough. Again, the corgi-girl is careful. Again, she adds the resulting extract to the bottle.

Finally, the capstone: the bottle label. Tegan wrote it with her own hand:

{letter}

Dear Samson,

I have learned my lesson and had a wonderful date with Winter. It did not go wrong at all! As a thank you for you removing your awful itching curse on me, please enjoy this delicious bottle of herbaceous gin I procured especially for you and your loved ones.

Death to the kidnappers,

Tegan

{endletter}

Gaia made the thing. She’ll feel bad if it hurts the goblin (assuming, of course, Tegan lied to her as easily as she lied to the goblin in the note). So, she does what she can. She writes in Druidic pictographs all along the edge of the label, repeating the message as she goes:

MAYBE DON’T DRINK THIS; IT IS FULL OF POISON! LOVE, GAIA

There. I assume goblins can read Druidic. Or that someone will translate it for him. Or something.

Popping the bottle of very poisonous gin into her Inventory, Gaia begins to carefully clean up her mess. Hopefully, Tegan has a good date and decides to be nice instead!

Mona

Between dealing with what happened with Harith and spending way more time than she should have reading porn books with Andromeda, Mona is running more than a little late.

She squeezed in a 30 minute jog on the Suite treadmill with maybe a total of 40 minutes before she expected Tegan. Before she was kidnapped by the show, a jog of half that time would have resulted in her collapsed on the ground, begging for death. Now, she felt it, but it wasn’t enough to stop her from getting the rest of her pre-date tasks done.

No time for a shower! Magic to the rescue! Mona cast Prestidigitation on herself a bunch to remove her exercise sweat and stank. Then, Ophie laid out a skiing suit? Mona struggled to get it all on in time. Loud thuds land on the front door as Mona gets the last boot tied.

“Just a second!!!!” Mona shouts, hoping her Thaumaturgy enhanced voice is enough to be heard from the outside of the Suite.

Mona jogs to the door, then uses Thaumaturgy to slam it open. She’s stunned by what she saw on the other side.

Mona: Daily task complete! Walk for 30 minutes +5 BP

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

Mona: Daily tasks complete! Done Basic Hygiene and Dressed Nice For Your Date +10 BP

Tegan is standing there, naked save a collar, one arm covering her boobs, the other clutching a piece of paper and a vial of purple stuff. Her tails are wrapped around her waist, hiding her crotch.

“Stop staring!” Tegan growls.

Mona finds a very interesting statue of her being plowed by Ootah to focus on. If I stare hard enough, I can see the curvature of Tegan’s butt through the reflection! Tegan growls again once she notices.

“So, what’s the occasion?” Mona quips while staring at the ceiling, trying her best to balance the various aspects of Tegan’s discomfort.

“I paid for the date and then realized that, due to that goblin freak, there was no way I could do it without perverted magic, since I can’t be dressed appropriately. Here.”

Tegan shoves the piece of paper at the mistress, handing the bottle over to her boob-holding hand. Curious, Mona unfolds it. At a glance, it is a note that seems to have some orders. Some very weird orders.

“So, this potion is supposed to make me aroused and VERY suggestible. Suggestible enough to where I will be able to follow those orders. Can I trust you not to abuse my state if I drink it? If so, I will drink, you’ll order me, then we can have fun, hopefully. If not, I wasted BP, Gaia’s time, and my dignity for nothing, and we stay here. Choice is yours, Mona.”

Mona looks at the list of orders more closely. Okay, so ordering Tegan to not feel or be damaged by the cold is sensible, if we are going somewhere that requires me to be this bundled up. Ordering her not to be bothered about being naked is also fine. More than fine, in fact. Ordering her to be unable to perceive anyone other than me must be a safety thing, but that could be dangerous? What if she needs to hear about an avalanche or something?

“If I modify some of these for good reason, would that be okay?”

“I WILL remember everything. This is already taking more trust than I normally have, Mona. You could order me to do anything. Anything.”

I mean, if this is what she wants to do... “Okay, Tegan. I will follow your rules as best I can.”

“You better.” Then Tegan tips the potion back and drinks it. The effects are subtle, at least at first. Tegan’s fox ears droop slightly. Her tongue lolls out. Then, the swirly purple eyes start and Tegan smiles. She CAN smile! Sooooo cute!

Tegan: +8 XP (Dose Herself With An Aphrodisiac For Mistress, x4 bonus [First Time Both Participants])

“Tegan, can you hear me?”

“Yeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhh...”

“Uhm... you can’t feel cold. Or, ah, cold doesn’t bother you anyhow?”

“Oooooookaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy...”

“And being naked doesn’t bother you either.”

“Oooooookaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy...” Tegan drops her arm and tails. She’s still smiling. Oh, I wish she was like this more often. It’s too bad that it takes her drugging herself...

“Oh, and I am the only one that can command you. You can hear other people warn you about danger or whatever, but you only need to follow my directions.”

“Oooooookaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy...”

First command not on the list. I hope it’ll be okay... “Can you act more... normal?”

“Oooooookaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy... Ready to go?”

Nodding, Mona takes Tegan’s hand and they walk down to the teleportation room together. Tyalangan was waiting.

“You sure you want to go through with this date, you two?”

Tegan looks at Mona, expectedly. The dynamic here is new and kind of exciting. I have to be responsible here... “Yes, Tegan went through the effort to plan this, so we should do it. I am sure we’ll have a good time.”

The Host nods, “Alright, same deal as the other field trip dates. You’ll have a few hours over there. Try to stay out of trouble.”

And then, they are off.