The Heroic Thing

The three other women stared puzzled at Night Knight and obviously wanted an explanation. “Another little part of that Odin collar around her neck that I didn’t mention earlier. Remember it was originally a wild wolf? Remember it was a feisty one that loved to fight stronger creatures? Unfortunately this also meant it’s ability to behave itself and avoid attacking some people or animals that it shouldn’t, was a bit of an issue at times. So the person that enchanted the collar also put an emergency sleep spell into it. Nothing dangerous or too deep. Even if I don’t use the counter, she’ll wake up on her own in an hour or two.”

Everyone around the table had a similar reaction to Night Knight’s play. High Tech looked at her with a disapproving scowl. Hard Time looked uncertain, unable to decide if she wanted to support Night, or stand up to her in defense of Foxtrot. The poor girl had the look of a child that saw mom and dad fighting and didn’t know who to side with. Blaze was unambiguously upset and for once she overrode the part of her programming that made her tongue stick out as she was staring daggers at Night. Night expected that though and had spent most of the time since identifying Foxtrot’s necklace what she was going to say. Everyone was going to think that Night did this just to increase her chances of winning which wasn’t actually true.

“Look, distracting me and taking advantage of my, proclivities, is fair play. If I hadn’t let my passions override my attention span, I could have taken a thousandth of a second in the middle of rubbing myself, picked the die up, and let it fly. I forgot though. It was a dirty trick but ultimately the fact that it worked for High Tech was ultimately my fault. This feels more like you’re attacking the girl. And cheating. That’s just a bit too far and I just can’t allow that.”

Night looked back at Blaze with her best attempt at a defiant face. Despite all her perversions and what the game did to her, she still admired the hell out of the more Blaze for her experience as a heroine and morally upstanding human being. In fact thanks to the game giving her romantic desires for all of the ladies in the room, her desires to win her approval had increase which meant standing up to Blaze was even harder for her. But those feelings of love were also part of the reason that she felt so strong in her conviction. For a moment she even felt the confusion field that hit them every time they rolled begin to weaken and it was as if their old lives began to poke through with a clarity she hadn’t felt in a while.

“I won’t wake her up until after her turn ends and I’m doing it for her own good. At least I think I am.” When Blaze gave a scoffing noise, Night doubled down and continued, “Remember what this game did to me? It gave me a crush on you and her. Casting the sleep spell on Foxtrot, tore me up inside a little bit but I felt I had to do it. Remember there is some sort of penalty this game gives if anybody chickens out? We don’t know what it is but I have enough magical protection to remember that we were told. And whatever it was, was fucking terrible. One thing this game has done is make us want to keep playing it. Doing things to make us want each other and to have fun, as if it’s deliberately trying to keep us away from the penalty.

You’re a pervert and a lot of the things it does are sexually orientated which makes you too turned on to quit right? It made Hard Time into a serving girl that just wants to please us and follow us so she isn’t going to leave so long as we stay in. High Tech wants to align and work with it so she’s going to stay in too am I right?”

They looked over at High Tech who just nodded so Night could continue.

“I’ve been quiet most of the night, trying my best to figure out what’s going on and sense whatever hints I could get from the auras around us. Every once in a while, I can sense an emotional presence coming from somewhere other than us and as far as I can tell whatever this game’s thoughts are, they aren’t malicious. Lots of lust as you probably guessed but appreciation, amusement, and even a little respect once in a while. I get the impression that the game, or whatever **** is behind it, doesn’t want to hurt us and maybe is even kind of trying to protect us in a weird way.”

Blaze listened to what Night said and softened her expression a little bit. It at least appeared that Night’s heart might be in the right place. Blaze still wasn’t sure. Night wasn’t finished defending herself though.

“That golden necklace she is wearing, that magical artifact isn’t astoundingly powerful, but combined with its lineage and age, if we’re just talking about combined value of all physical assets High Tech probably isn’t the richest one in this room anymore. That thing she’s wearing is beyond value. Do you have any idea how few there are in this world that would even be able to recognize the thing let alone trigger the sleep spell? The only reason I know it, is my mom’s Scandinavian heritage encouraged me to deep dive into Norse folklore during my studies. It had been missing for thousands of years and just happens to show up again right before Foxtrot could have opted to chicken out? She was thinking about it too. Had she landed on a mind alteration, she was actually planning to in order to keep her judgment intact to save the rest of us if need be. I think the game gave her this artifact knowing that I would know what to do. Expecting me to do what I did to protect her. To protect all of us.”

It was obvious that Blaze was still not pleased with what Night did which made Night Knight want to swear louder than Foxtrot had during their initial arrival. It was the woman’s resolute integrity and honesty that had made her so beloved worldwide. It was one of the things that Night Knight admired about her as well but this time it was working against her. Then again that’s what being moral and having principles was about; you stick to them even when inconvenient. The fact that Blaze would be incredibly upset about Night ‘attacking’ one of the other women in their group in an effort to cheat was a thing that she was never going to accept as a good thing without an incredibly good reason even if the stakes were relatively minor. But Night wasn’t done making her sales pitch. And even if she wasn’t able to convince Blaze, she still only needed to kill about another minute-and-a-half or so talking to make the time limit expire anyway. Either way she wasn’t going to wake up Foxtrot from her sleep unless **** to through tortuous methods that Night knew her mentor wasn’t capable of.

“Think about what this game has done compared to what it could have done. Hard Time came here just wanting to be accepted and help us out as best she could. She was given knowledge that’ll let her do that while increasing her need for our approval. You want to be a mentor and when it gave you a sexual fetish, it made you want to be the mommy taking care of her horny little adult children and giving you an extra super power that a lot of non-supers would kill for. Giving you bigger boobs also helps your mommy role and play the MILF thing up a little bit too. Tech, she got a desire to increase her business opportunities and magic hands that’ll make her life and job performance much easier and a fetish that plays into her job of being a lady in charge of a big company. Foxtrot is an orphan after her parents were killed by that insane fucking doctor before he got around to experimenting on her and she craves some sort of parent in her life. She probably wasn’t expecting it to ever be a sex-thing on top of it but the game is actually encouraging us to also accept things that some of us might actually need. You wanted us to come together and it just seems to be using an extra definition of the word come. It doesn’t really seem to be insidious or trying to change us all that much. It’s keeping our real selves in tact and just becoming hornier, sexier, bolder versions of our original lives.”

As she stood there Night felt a tear leak out of the corner of her eye and Blaze didn’t need magical emotion sensors to know that the girl was beyond terrified. “I respected the hell out of Foxtrot before meeting her tonight and this game and this game only made me care for her more. Sure it’s artificial and magical but it’s still there. I don’t think I want to marry her or anything but I do love her. You wanted me here because I could help you deal with magical enemies and forces which is what we’re up against. Please, let me do the job you gave to me. I have never been more certain of anything in my life that letting Foxtrot’s time run out and enter that red square is the single most important thing we can do to protect her. And I will take any punishment you want to give me afterwards but this is something that we need to do.”

Night Knight looked over at the sleeping fox woman and smiled a warm and affectionate smile at her. As she did that Blaze gave in, stepped forward, and wrapped her arms around Night in a warm hug and giving the girl a light, motherly kiss on the forehead. “If you’re that sure, I will trust you. Not that we have much choice at this point.” Just as she said that the limit expired and Foxtrot’s pink token slowly slid forward one square and a new change was given to her.

RED: MENTAL

From youth to adult, you have spent your time all alone,

Most not your fault, but your isolation has shown.

Now that you’re free and your friendships have grown,

It’s time to relax for a while and bone.

Everyone reading the message saw that it seemed pretty straight forward. Apparently with Foxtrot asleep the game was doing nothing to hide what it was all about and making her just want to have a lot of sex. So she would probably now be a lot more open to, and accepting of, all of the horny things that it wanted to do going forward. Hopefully it was enough to keep Foxtrot from chickening out and acquiring the penalty that was in store for any of the women from here on out.

Once again Night said something in the old, extinct language she had before which broke the spell. Foxtrot didn’t wake up immediately but her breath became noticeably more shallow and she subcousiously moved her arms under her head so she wasn’t lying face-first on the table. Before anybody could wake her up the pink inlays of the board began flashing between red and black for several seconds before a new bit of poetry appeared.

PENALTY

While your motives were pure and your desires were sweet,

Using that spell was an unforgiveable cheat.

We’ll let the roll slide and leave the changes complete,

For the next three turns though, this will be Night’s treat.

As everyone watched the board, out of nowhere appeared a second die. When she picked it up Night Knight noticed that it was different than the other one. The one that Night was supposed to roll for the next couple turns apparently didn’t have a 4,5, or 6 on it. Just two of each of the lower numbers. A little odd that the die didn’t have dots like the other and instead had the numbers printed on the sides. She was going to put it down and accept her punishment but noticed it looked a little odd. Upon closer inspection she thought that the little flag sticking out of the top of the 1 kind of looked like it could have been a thumbs up. Was the game trying to tell her that she had guessed right? Well, she didn’t really care about having her rolls reduced for a couple of turns if it meant protecting Foxtrot. She just smiled as Blaze leaned over to wake her.

Thanks to the roleplay fetish as she woke up, Blaze was unable to resist leaning into it a little and seeing if Foxtrot would reciprocate. As Foxtrot slowly lifted her head off the table and asked what happened Blaze just smiled down at her, “It turns out my sweet little girl fell asleep at the table and you missed your turn. I’m sorry I didn’t wake you in time but I was too busy arguing with your sisters.”

It didn’t take Foxtrot long to wake up but she was a bit confused having missed what went down when she was asleep. “Sisters?”

“Yes, your sister Night Knight was acting up a little bit. I thought she was being naughty but she was just trying to protect her big sister. You know she loves you right?”

Foxtrot looked over at Night Knight who was smiling sweetly at her. She wasn’t sure entirely what was going on but the one thing she did know as she quickly became fully aware again was that she was horny. Really fucking horny and having Blaze acting motherly and remaining bent over, leaving her chest right in her face wasn’t calming her down. It didn’t take Blaze long to notice where Foxtrot’s eyes were focused and she decided to fully embrace the mommy role.

She pulled down a corner of her singlet to let her left titty pop out before grabbing and presenting it to her, “Would my little baby like a suckle?”

Having the breast presented like that with Blaze’s sweet words was well beyond what Foxtrot could resist and the leaned forward to take the presented nipple into her mouth and started sucking on it. Both Foxtrot and Blaze took about half a minute to revel in the feeling and the moment as they began to connect with one another on a sexual level for the first time. As Foxtrot did her best to pleasure her mommy’s nipple, she began to realize how much they were both getting off to this. They both knew this time wouldn’t be the last. Blaze also realized that the rest of the room was a bit preoccupied on the ongoing titty play going on. With ease that surprised the others in the room, Blaze carried her daughter over to her own chair and then slowly sat down and let Foxtrot continue to nurse while sitting on her lap.

She did pull away for a moment to lament the fact that Blaze didn’t actually have any milk because that would have made this moment so much sexier. To that Blaze agreed, “Well, who’s to say it won’t happen? Hard Time, I believe it’s your turn. How about you roll your die and see if we can eventually get some milk in these things?”