Tegan Date 2, Part 2: Time To Ski!?!?!?!?!?!?

Tegan

The two of them find themselves in the lobby of the ski lodge. A buxom bunny-girl stands at the reception desk. Like Tegan, the bunny is wearing a collar; unlike Tegan, the collar is made of heavy iron. The bunny girl has several piercings as well, including a pair of nipple rings connected to the desk by a short chain. The girl has to lean forward, showing off her cleavage, just to keep the chain from tugging on her too hard. Her arms are bound behind her in a painful looking leather cone?

The bunny-girl addresses Mona, “Welcome, honored guest, to Snow Bunny’s, Gwlad y Bwystfilod’s finest ski resort. Should this one find a place to store your slave while you are here or do you wish for it to accompany you?”

Tegan again looks to Mona. The sensation of being under the hypnoslutulip’s influence is... interesting. She knows that she would be throwing a fit about so much of this: her nudity, the bunny’s nudity, the size of the bunny’s tits, Mona enjoying the bunny’s tits, how the bunny referred to both of them. She just can’t find the will to do so right now. She is too busy focusing on Mona’s commands: the cold doesn’t bother you, your nudity doesn’t bother you, listen only to Mona’s commands, be more normal. The more she follows the commands, the more the warm tingling feeling in her guts stimulates her. She basks in that feeling. Being more normal is especially hard for her to follow, since this is soooo far out of her comfort zone. But, satisfying Mona’s wishes means rewards. So, satisfy them she must.

Mona answers, “She’s not my slave, she’s my fiancée. Apologize.”

The bunny-girl bows lower. Tegan stares more deeply at her cleavage. The apology comes out wrong, “This one apologizes. It will not interfere with your role-play. Shall this one direct you to the sex dungeon? Or would you rather hit the slopes?”

Mona answers, endearingly uncertain, “Slopes, please.”

The bunny-girl chained to the desk bops her nose into a bell and a different bunny-girl, chained up in a similar way, appears. Both Mona and Tegan are enraptured by the sight of those tremendous tits trembling as she walks. They follow her.

Once Mona is able to get her mind off of the bunny’s ass, she notes, “Tegan, this place is kinda weird. Hawt, but weird. Why did you pick it?”

Tegan shrugs, “They had the best rating for ski lodges in this perverted world’s equivalent of Trip Advisor, at least according to those perverted skanks at the Tourism Board?”

Mona nods. They continue following the bunny-girl. Tegan arches her back to try to get Mona to look at her. The effort is successful. The warmth in her belly increases.

A big lion-man, mane glowing purple and spined cock jutting up proudly, gets them set up with skis. Tegan should not appreciate how the man refers to her, but the hypnoslutulip’s effects just makes it too difficult. Seeing Mona bristle at them does work wonders in her belly. She feels a dribble of love juices flow down her leg.

Tegan is more than half-tempted to call the skiing portion of the date off to let Mona slake both of their appetites, but they find themselves on the ski lift before she can find the will to suggest it. Oh, well. Plenty of time for that once we get to the bottom...

Harith

Harith, already in his gear, is making his way towards the Dungeons for Damsels’ entrance at a bit of a dawdling pace. He needs to talk to his sword, who is stiffly following him, as she had all day. He turns his head back to ask, “Hey, Alanis, I’m going to have some points to spend on you soon. What are you thinking about first?”

The sword shrugs. “I have no context for what is appropriate. I have only had sentience for less than a day.”

My girl needs a knowledge dump, maybe a personality boost. He sees the warforged girl exit the store. The arcanist android nods. Alanis nods back.

“Hey, how’d the leveling thing go?” he asks.

Andromeda shrugs, “Fine. I got Fly and Pulse Wave to scribe on myself, plus my power surge feature. I can gain bonus damage to my magic connected to my ability to counter spells.”

Harith nods along. It sounds useful. Alanis asks, “What would be appropriate to pick first for my cosmetic changes?”

Harith winces a little at the tactlessness but Andromeda was unfazed. The warforged answers, “Mona really likes boobs.”

Hotel Masters usually do. Alanis nods at both sets of advice, then asks, “How big would Mona like me?”

Harith laughs out loud as Andromeda holds her hands out well beyond her own (voluptuous) breasts. Alanis nods, then asks, “Do you know how many points it will take for me to get that big?”

The incubus stops laughing, as his baby sounds serious. He takes his sword into the storefront before she gets any other ideas. I mean, we’ll need some balance. And it’ll take a bit. Let’s see how freely those points flow before we min/max your cup size, okay?

Alanis nods, then a mermaid behind a counter cheerfully rattles off a greeting, “Hello, adventures! I am your fun-loving and super sexy Dungeon Mermaid, Daphne! Welcome to Dungeons for Damsels! I sell a bunch of fun transformations and items to help you explore the depths of playfulness and perversity we have designed for you all to enjoy! Prizes await, waiting to be found: XP, BP, and even the super rare PP! How can I get you started today?”

PP? Harith shakes his head at that. The others that agreed to the delve have already arrived: the nekomata, the dryad, the sea elf, and Kevin. They take his appearance in with various levels of shock and arousal. The sea elf snorts, giving him only the barest of glances before returning to the dryad. The dryad stares at his crotch, some fear in her eyes, some lust appearing as a blush on her cheeks. The nekomata barely reacts at all. And Kevin stares quite hard. “Just how big are you, Harith?”

“Apparently, 17 and 3/16th inches?”

“And I thought my transformation was excessive,” Kevin snarks.

“Transformation? I was born this big.”

That shuts Kevin up. The sea elf tries to steer this back to the delve, “So, what level are we shooting for? Jenny only has enough XP to get to Level 5.”

“Do I?”

The mermaid chirps, “Yep! Who’s leveling first?”

The sea elf goes to the counter and handles her level. She takes Dispel Magic as her spell for the level and her Bardic Inspiration feature increased in power. One of her scimitars flared in thunderous sound, which causes the nekomata to scurry over and start ritually cast Identify.

The dryad goes next. She is also a warlock. Level 5 means her pact spell level increases to 3, more expanded spells for free (Create Food and Water and Meld into Stone), a new picked spell (Erupting Earth, which is not a normal spell for warlocks), a new invocation (Lance of Lethargy, which grants her eldritch blast a movement speed debuff), and another eldritch blast beam. Her focus also reacts, so the cat-girl shifts over to Identify what happened.

Finally, it is Harith’s turn. The idea of hopping two levels in the span of a few minutes conversation is ridiculous. But he feels it happen. For his feat, he grabs Slasher, boosting his strength. That will make his hexblade’s curse more devastating and he can go buy a transformation to grab Charm Mastery. He also grabbed Sword Burst as an emergency “I am surrounded” attack, Misty Step and Vampiric Touch as chosen spells, and the mandatory Thirsting Blade invocation to get double attack actions. His expanded spells, Elemental Weapon and Blink, aren’t the best, but he never knows.

Harith: Weekly Task Complete! Reach Level 5 +25 BP

Jenny: Weekly Task Complete! Reach Level 5 +25 BP

Mona Weekly Task Complete! Ensure Everyone Reaches Level 5 +150 BP

Tessa: Weekly Task Complete! Reach Level 5 +25 BP

The gang gets ready in the ready room and Harith takes some time to consider them. The sea elf slips on some eelskin scaled armor and a couple of scimitars; she has a really nice ass, if Harith says so. Must be a melee focused bard? The nekomata already has her Battle Maid equipped, so she is obviously a defender of some sort. The dryad clutches her arcane focus. And Kevin shifts himself into a drow female? Damn, she’s cute.

The sea elf arches an eyebrow. “Caoimhe, why did you switch?”

“I should practice being a cleric in combat? Also, I don’t feel comfortable being the primary healer as a paladin and we don’t need four melee fighters.”

The sea elf nods. “Okay. We all ready to go?”

Mona

PIZZA SLICE!!!! PIZZA SLICE!!!!!

Mona is surprised just how physical skiing actually is in practice. She thought it was just like riding on of those scooters, where gravity does all the work and she just gets to enjoy the sensation of sliding down a hillside. It is not. She needs to hold her stance just so. She needs to control the angle of the skis. She needs the stick thingies to help catch her and stabilize her. She needs to stop herself before she smacks into the tree. Again.

She almost manages it. Good thing she has a helmet on.

“You’re doing... acceptably... for a first-timer!” Tegan shouts in... encouragement?

“Thanks?”

“You’re welcome!”

Mona notices how Tegan glances longingly at the triple massive penetration route before turning back and smiling. At least the drug is still working. Outside of pebbled nipples and a sexy amount of goosebumps on the vicious vixen’s skin, she is unaffected by the cold. It doesn’t even seem like the frozen love juices on her inner thighs are doing any damage. Mona stares a bit too long at Tegan’s bare thighs and gets smacked in the face with a tree branch. Luckily, it was a small enough branch that she barely felt it through the safety gear.

Tegan rubs her thighs together as she chastises, “Mona, pay attention to ALL of your surroundings and not just me!”

This time, there is a bit of sarcasm in her response. “Thanks.”

Tegan, still smiling, answers, “You’re welcome!”

Mona manages to stop herself before crashing into the Olympic archery biathlete. “I’m sorry that I am not up for the scary advanced slope stuff.”

Tegan sighs, “It’s okay. I should have anticipated that. There is always next time. You feel brave enough to challenge the baby bunny slope?”

The sign for the beginners’ section features a bunny-girl with her legs spread wide and a tiny little rabbit vibe held to her clit. Mona tries her hardest not to stare too long at it, though she does wonder if they have that picture on a T-shirt. Tegan coughs. Mona blinks, then turns to gaze at Tegan’s bare nipples.

“Sorry. We can try it, slowly?”

Nodding, Tegan shoves off and Mona awkwardly follows. The slopes are peaceful, a wide open space with no trees or rocks or whatever to avoid. Mona has plenty of runway to make mistakes and not crash. Tegan skis wide, lazy circles around her. It is obvious that the foxy girl is bored. A slope like this must barely even count as a workout; she skis miles cross-country on a regular basis.

“Hey, Tegan,” Mona asks when the aroused archer gets close, “how mad would you be if I asked you to be honest about some questions?”

Tegan thinks, then answers, “Depends on the questions, I suppose. Why do you ask?”

“Because we have some unresolved stuff and I don’t want to overstep. If you want me to wait until the magic suggestion stuff wears off, I will, but...”

Tegan seems to think over a couple of lazy loops after Mona trailed off. When she finally answers, it is not as forgiving as Mona would have liked, “It you must. Your precious Kevin used some truth magic on me; I suppose letting you do the same is fair.”

Mona nods, biting her lower lip. She gave me permission... “Please be honest with me during this chat.”

“Oooooookaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy...”

“How do you feel about me?”

Tegan looks puzzled, “That you are mine. I thought I made that obvious?”

Mona sits on that answer for longer than what she would normally be comfortable with. That is a different answer than what she usually gives. No ‘I am yours;’ just ‘you are mine...’

“What does that mean?”

Tegan’s puzzlement deepens, “That you are the one to love and care for me?”

Again, one-sided. Why is it one-sided? I mean, I can’t ask THAT, but... “Why me?”

“You were the only one to ever volunteer?”

“We were pre-schoolers, Tegan. Surely, someone else must have done something to warrant that kind of feeling?”

Tegan looks irritated even through the drug. She snarls, “No. No one else asked me to marry them. No one else asked me out. No one has ever even said ‘I love you’ to me. Not a courter. Not a boyfriend. Not a parent. I...”

Mona feels that in her bones. If she could, she would wrap up her precious fox-waifu in a big hug. She can’t, as she is currently sliding down a hillside and has, maybe 40% control of her body right now. That’s soooo sad. Her parents never said that they loved her? My parents still say it, even if they stopped meaning it by the time I got out of middle school and it was obvious that I would never measure up to Wincent, but... Mona sniffles, and not just from the cold.

“I really hate to ask, but why do you think your parents never said that?”

Tegan blinks, as if the question never occurred to her before. Being forced to answer it completely honestly on the fly takes some doing. “My parents valued deeds, not emotions. Feelings were a weakness, something that stop you from achieving great things. So, they would only praise accomplishments. In fact, they would increase our punishment for doing wrong or poorly if we cried. And, they disowned my older brother for flunking out of basic training, so they are willing to throw me aside, too.” The girl looks ashamed that she is so affected right now. It breaks Mona’s heart all over again.

Mona manages through her snotty nose, “So, that’s why you haven’t told me you love me? You don’t know how.”

Tegan blurts out before she has a chance to think, “Oh, I don’t love you. While I find you extremely attractive, I am only obsessed with you. I am probably incapable of loving anyone.”

Tegan blushes, then covers her mouth. She doesn’t love me? I mean, I might have suspected, but... FRENCH FRIES!!!! FRENCH FRIES!!!!

Tegan: -2 XP (Upset the Mistress, x0.5 bonus [mind-controlled])

Mona zooms down the hill, faster than she ever practiced at the top of the hill. Faster than, frankly, she should. She skids off the trail. The snow gets rougher. The skis bounce slightly off of barely visible rocks and branches. A tree is coming up.

PIZZA SLICE!!!! PIZZA SLICE!!!!!

She skids to a halt, a few inches before the trunk. Mona sighs in relief. She doesn’t see the anvil coming.

BONK!!!!