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Day 53, Friday
Chastity couldn't sleep. Her mind whirled with the possibilities that
tomorrow presented. General Manager? Too good to be true? How many men
would she have to generally manage?
Fuck.
She tried buzzing herself with a vibrator. That worked. Mostly. She did
fall asleep but the dreams were a replay of last weekend. Each of the
faces and dicks morphed into Brennan's.
Exhausting. She was all too familiar with Brennan's dick. She couldn't
wish it away. Much as she wanted.
In the dreams, though, she wanted it all.
Brennan's face changed to Jorry. She felt his knot, working her like
anal beads.
Orgasm. Release. Peace.
It didn't last. She rolled into another dream of Brennan-fucking. She
was in Tasanee's body taking it doggy-style. Both holes. She was crying.
She was also on the verge of an orgasm.
She and Linda were sharing a cock orally, giving head to Brennan.
Giving. Ya, right. Probably not a gift. Neither of them could take their
lips off of Brennan except to kiss.
Linda was getting fucked doggy-style, too. Tasanee looked back for a
moment, giving Chastity and the rest of the viewing world a view of
fucking machines, working both holes in both women.
Was this a dream? Mem2? AVS?
A title came up. Wife Swap 2. This was a feelie that Chastity had
avoided playing until now.
Someone leaned on Tasanee's Bridewell. Brennan. He showed her the
controller. Neuro-electric stimulation. Did Tasanee know what was about
to happen? Chastity did. Orgasm would be violent, seizure activity in
several locations of her spine, her gut, her brain. Once the cascade
started - it was well underway now - orgasm was nearly inevitable.
Severe pain could block the orgasm, in theory. In practice, Chastity had
never seen one blocked - even while getting spanked. Even with leg
cramps. The orgasm could be and would be ruined if they stepped away
from her and didn't let her touch herself. This was annoying, but
effective punishment. The effects of NESTed orgasms were dehumanizing.
Chastity hated them almost as much as she loathed dart-and-freeze
orgasms.
Or rat fuckings.
Brennan pointed the Bridewell at Linda. He pressed a button.
'Good,' Chastity thought, wondering if these thoughts were her own.
'He'll be done soon.' The Bridewell hit her again, cranking up the
inevitable. An orgasm loomed bright and nasty.
Linda gasped. She called out, "Cumming!" Then she shook with pleasure.
Her hand froze for a moment while pumping Brennan's dick. She rested her
face against his leg.
Tasanee glanced at Linda but concentrated on pleasuring Brennan. A
moment later, she felt the Bridewell hit her again. She climaxed
instantly. The head Brennan's dick twitched in her mouth.
Linda moaned. She looked up at Brennan.
And then Brennan came. For the camera. Chastity wondered idly. Does he
have a prostate spider? Something similar? Does he get off on forcing
orgasms?
In a moment of clarity. Chastity realized it was about power, a
dominance display. Rape, blackmail, murder - they were just means to an
end.
Tasanee collected all of Brennan's cum in her mouth. She pushed a drop
of his cum in with her finger. There wasn't much to show the cameras.
But she did, with a smile that didn't seem fake.
Then she shared her 'reward' in a kiss with Linda.
Stage assistants pulled both women off the machines.
This wasn't part of the feelie. Was it? Was this a 'making of' feelie?
It was an extras reel. With comments.
Okay.
Tasanee and Linda both got fucked by stand-ins until they both came
again with the taste of Brennan's git in their mouths. Brennan wouldn't
let anyone use the Bridewell on either girl. Universal View was
restricted. The men weren't shown, except for the money shots.
Three men finished inside of Tasanee and she still hadn't climaxed. She
was told repeatedly to look up, look into the cameras. Move hair from
her face. Look like you're enjoying it. Make some noise. Let your tits
swing, honey. Look sexy. Smile. Push out cum for the cameras. That's a
girl. Make a baby.
Chastity could almost feel Tasanee's frustration, as she tried to will
herself to an orgasm. She could see the woman's efforts to ignore the
world and concentrate on sensations. Finally, Tasanee sighed with
pleasure and relief. She met Brennan's gaze and bucked happily through a
quick and unsatisfactory orgasm. "Whew," she said. "Sorry that took so
long."
Brennan looked annoyed. Chastity felt a twinge of fear. Fear for
Tasanee, long dead. Fear for Linda, still alive. Fear for herself, even
though she'd climaxed twice while grinding, and a third time, echoing
Tasanee's pleasure.
Linda came some time after that. Brennan was positively glowering by
then. She didn't apologize. She stood up, dripped for the cameras and
made an announcement. "I gotta take a dookie." She belched. "Hideous.
Oysters and man-mayo." She patted her belly. "Are the cameras still on?"
The view switched. A sixty-nine. With Tasanee. Chastity was wearing
Linda's body now. She heard someone say, "Husband, you're up!" Oh, fuck.
Chastity thought she knew what would happen next. It would be Lebar's
turn for a double-oral. Or for a straight-up fucking.
She didn't want either experience. Chastity willed herself awake.
She still felt Tasanee's lips in AVS. She had Tasanee's taste on her
mouth, mixed with the taste of semen. Lots of semen. And the chemical
taste of nonoxynol-9.
Chastity bucked through an orgasm that she did not want, and didn't
understand.
She heard Brennan's voice, comments in the Director's Notes. "The real
husband was away with his girls. Grand Canyon by bus. Taz surprised us.
She gave us her own Grand Canyon experience. A real work-out, actors,
actresses, camera crew." He chuckled. "Even the bus driver. She
discovered a beast inside. It shows in her later flicks. Most of her
orgasms were real, au naturel, less than eight percent feed." He
laughed. "Ten days of shooting. I couldn't touch my dick for a week.
Thought I had the clap, but it was just chafing."
Chastity rested for a moment, enduring the sensations of getting fucked
in AVS. Then she found it on her Mem2 and switched it off.
Lebar.
It wasn't Lebar.
Not in this feelie, at any rate.
That was one thing to be thankful for, at ... 3:15 in the morning.
Chastity groaned. She groped around on the night table for her specs.
The plant handed them to her. "Thanks." She put on her specs and stroked
the plant. Female. It was the nicest of the three. But also the most
aggressive. It always fed first. It butted in on the others,
interrupting feedings or attention.
She watched a movie, The Residentialist, and wished she hadn't.
Inanimate objects with evil intent? Ayup. Just what she needed while
sleeping in a supposedly haunted room. Chastity rolled to the floor. She
let the monsters find and feed from her breasts - relieving a little
pressure there. She showered. The new hair dried quickly. It was easy to
style. She blew herself kisses in the mirror, annoyed at the thrill her
trainers juiced her with for this behavior. She touched the mirror.
"Where were you when I was single?" Another blast from her trainers
brought a dreamy smile. "Do you fuck?" She laughed at her own behavior.
Induced? Probably. Did she care? Not.
She examined her nipples. She missed the baby. But she didn't miss the
bruising, infected milk ducts or cracked nipples. Two o'clock feedings?
She sighed. Not worse than pornos while she slept.
Chastity felt a familiar warmth down there. Her wraiths buzzed her once.
It was their way of reminding her. She'd be horny all day. Unless she
fucked somebody.
Chastity looked at the ceiling. She thought about Joi. "Meh." No
gotniks. She glanced towards her mom's house. Roy would be up for sex.
But her mom? Chastity groaned. She couldn't face her mom right now. Not
after that feelie.
She dressed in her Debbie uniform. She found bottles and camel's milk
and popped four bottles into the warmer.
While the milk heated, she programmed the maker. She watched as her
fingers tapped out items to manufacture. Condoms, test strips, a yoga
pad.
Fav. Her trainers were preparing her for ... Ragnacock. Armanageddon.
Forty-eight condoms? A hundred test strips? Yeesh.
Another day, another wtf.
The monsters outside were not happy with camel's milk. They kept pulling
at her blouse.
"I'm out of boob juice, guys. Give up. No, hey." She pushed away a
thorny tendril - a planter, from look of it. "Don't rip my uniform
blouse." She wagged the bottle at the monster. "I'm not feeding you in
public even if I was bow-strung." She pushed the baby bottle into its
tulip. "Do you want something warm and sweet? Or not?"
It ate. After a while it relaxed, became torpid, languid. Sleepy.
"Wish I could sleep like that," Chastity said.
Mrs. Mac spoke from behind Chastity. "Try some of your own medicine."
She cackled in a way that revealed her age. "Warm milk, a little vodka -
knocks you flat back."
"Morning, Evil. You're up early."
"The older you get, the less sleep you want. I'm off to market. Minds to
blow, old ladies in walkers to heckle at."
"How is Reginald? Drake?"
"Still in a coma and still chasing twitch." Mrs. Mac smiled.
"Which mom is he chasing?" Chastity asked. She pulled another bottle
from her insulated bag.
"Oh, he moved on. He's after the doctor now. Cute thing. Not my type."
"Seismic." She fed another colony of insistent plants. "Enjoy your
heckling."
"I will. Watch that monster, Princess. It's under your dress."
********
Chastity took Telegraph Road out to County Road 616 and followed the
canal up to Two Lisa. On the way, she passed the public school, Ancho
Dairy, and Bull's Dairy.
That was a summer job that had gone badly. She still dreamed about that
bull. It was a nightmare she hadn't mentioned to anyone. She didn't want
her wraiths to use it on her.
Minotaurs were bad enough.
When she passed the Center for Small Studies and a cluster of government
buildings, she knew she was close. A few kilometers of forest. North
slope of the Coyotes. She passed a ruined lock. The canal was dry here,
not even a trickle of water today.
Farmland ended. The trees began. These were relict trees from the last
ice age. Some very strange spiders lived here. They would be active in
warmer weather.
********
For a ghost town, Two Lisa was an amazing knot of activity. Brennan was
spending real coin here - or calling in favors.
Probably both. Chastity parked her bike in the employee's parking lot,
behind the Jasper and Jollux car wash. She locked her helmet to the bike
and her snow suit in the underseat compartment.
Chastity pulled a Debbie Does Sausage cart out from a shiny new growler
bay. She pat the grumbler on its head. "Ready one?"
The grumbler stood on its hind legs. It touched her forehead.
"Respects."
********
Every food vendor from the tri-counties had a pushcart here. Chastity
set up between the Wild Coffee cart and the Nosh and Grind. She smiled
and traded fist bumps with the Wild Coffee girl.
"Doro," the woman said. She was quite a stunner.
A few weeks ago, Kinny would have been unable to speak to her without
shuffling his feet and stuttering. Chastity smiled and named herself,
"Kinny, I mean Debbie. I'm Chastity when I'm off work." She turned to
greet the woman at the Nosh and Grind. The first thing she noticed about
this woman was the red hat. Stout. Ageless. "Morning, Mrs. Booker." She
bowed, remembering that this woman didn't like handshakes.
"Jules, please." The woman nodded in return. "Or Munch. Everyone calls
me Munch. Do I know you?"
"Years back, I ran away to Umimatsu's. I wanted to be a fisherman."
"I remember. Thought you were a boy."
"Me, too." Chastity turned and smiled for her first customer. "Hi, I'm
Debbie. What can I get you?"
********
Most of their customers were construction workers. Debbie's breakfast
sausage was a hit. So was the coffee. It surprised Chastity that very
few of these men asked for a cold drink. But it was blustery and wet and
six degrees C. Without the heated stay-ups and the down vest, Chastity
would have been chattery cold. It did help to hold a mug of coffee and
breathe onto it. Or hold it between her breasts.
Brennan showed up at seven and introduced Chastity to her new
supervisor. "Joey, this is Princess. She's your new gofer. Trash
collection, security, plumbing, electrical. All the dirty jobs. Get her
started on the new machines. She has experience with fabs and home
makers." Brennan put his arm around Chastity. His hand groped her boob
as he squeezed her in a one-armed hug. "Isn't she gorgeous?" He smiled.
"She'll be your boss some day. In the meantime, use her and abuse her
like family."
Chastity sighed.
Joey said, "Ten til four. You're mine, Buttercup."
"What, no overtime?" Chastity smiled wryly.
Joey traded glances with Brennan. They laughed. Joey said, "Not on the
first day. Gotta break you in right."
After they left, Munch said, "You have a bright day ahead of you. And as
many names as I have."
"Maybe I should get a hat. Dipped in the blood of my enemies."
Munch laughed. "Terrible for the hair. Can't recommend it."
********
It slowed down after eight. During the lull, Munch amused a collection
of pushcart vendors with magic tricks. She pulled a Runflat coffee from
Chastity's brew meister. She pulled a bicerin from the Flatjacks brew
machine. She pulled Doro's bra off without disturbing the half-tee.
"No fair," Doro said. "Give that back." Her nipples were stony points
and quite visible behind the Wild Coffee logo. She crossed her arms in
front of her boobs.
Munch smiled. "You look better without it. Anybody here want to see
Debbie's panties?"
"Hey," Chastity said. "No." She tugged at her skirt, holding it in place
with one hand. Her other hand held a coffee.
Munch said, "She's not wearing any."
"I am, too."
"Not."
"Am, too."
"Prove it."
Chastity laughed. "I'm not lifting my skirt to show you my panties."
"Right. That would be a hypnotist's trick, not magic." Munch tapped the
hem on Chastity's skirt. Then she grabbed Chastity's wrist.
"Not happening," Chastity said. She held tightly to her skirt.
"Don't let the wind blow." Munch smiled and moved her hand to Chastity's
forehead. She chanted, "Doho, doho, shaha, boho!" Chastity felt a
breeze. It felt unusually cold down there. Munch announced, "Dodo-sha-
bo!" She pulled her hand away triumphantly. Hanging from one finger was
a lacy red thong. It looked ... familiar. Very familiar.
"How did you?" Chastity reached for the panties. As her hand pulled away
from the hem of her skirt, her wrist clung to her skirt. The skirt came
up - almost to her hips.
"And there they are. Get an eyeful, folks. This trick only works once."
Munch clapped.
The audience clapped also. The Cob Nobbler vendor whistled. He pointed a
roasted corncob at Chastity.
Chastity pulled her skirt down. She blushed. She rolled the little tab
of - chewing gum? - from her wrist and her skirt. She dropped the gum to
the muddy boardwalk. "Those are not mine," she said, pointing to the red
thong in Munch's hand.
"They are now." Munch put the panties in Chastity's tip jar.
Business picked up after that. The tip jar filled quickly.
********
Joey almost disappointed her. He treated her fairly. He called her
Debbie, which was annoying, and made her work in her Debbie uniform. But
Debbie was better than Princess and she could wash the uniform - or make
a new one.
He perved on her whenever she climbed a ladder. She climbed a lot of
ladders.
Lights, PA speakers, four-spectrum scan heads. As she installed these,
she noted the coverage.
Joey pulled her into the generator room. He pushed her to the wall and
felt up under her skirt.
"A little me time," he said. "Time for your break, anyway."
"I get a break?" Chastity asked. "But I have to fuck?"
"Be happy I'm not calling the guys." He pulled at her thong. "A little
help, please?"
Chastity sighed. She dropped to her knees. She pulled a test strip from
her bag. "Let's keep this simple," she said and tested him. She pumped
him with her hand as she waited.
"I won't settle for a blowie." He pulled her to her feet. He tapped her
specs. A sum of money rang up on her SWID account.
Fuck.
"I don't want to get pregnant," Chastity said. "You're positive for
motility. Did you forget your pill again?" She thought about her IUD.
How reliable were they?
Her specs provided statistics but Joey turned her around, face to the
wall and her specs blanked. Joey tugged at her skirt.
She handed him a condom and some lube. She dropped her thong and pulled
her arse cheeks apart.
"You sure like boy-fucking," Joey said, as he unrolled the condom.
"Used to be one."
At least it was warm in here.
********
After that, Joey sent her for coffee. Chastity walked to the town
square, where most of the food vendors were still hawking their wares.
She waved to Noel at the Wild Coffee cart and did a double-take when she
got to the Debbie Does Sausage cart.
"You?" Chastity asked. "Why are you a Debbie today?"
"Filling in for my daughter," Linda said. "Two Debs called. I was up
here anyway."
"I hope those are heated stay-ups."
"No. Is that your secret? It's fucking freezing out here." She rubbed
her arms. Her boobs bounced as she did this. Was she bigger in the chest
department now?
Chastity tore her gaze from her mom's boobs. She said, "That and heated
boots. A knit cap. I have full run of the fabs. I'll make you some."
"Appreciate it."
"Brennan will charge you."
Linda grunted.
Noel asked, "Who is Brennan?"
"Mr. Smoke. He owns this place."
"Can I have the same? I can pay."
Chastity nodded. "Don't tell the crowd. I have to order maker stock as
it is. Oh. A double-double for Joey. I'll have a bicerin."
********
They let her off at four. Chastity had expected trouble. It didn't come.
She drove home in the flurries. Her specs reminded her she had a
doctor's appointment at the Clinic. Time for her weekly girl-check. The
life of a sex worker.
She locked her bike in the bike box. Her mind was on other things. She
didn't notice her surroundings.
She sat next to her mom, waiting in the common room. Linda was also
still dressed as a Debbie. "What are you doing here?" Chastity asked.
"Someone get hurt? Noel?"
Darleen leaned out the door. "Princess!"
Chastity got up. She walked to the door. Her mom walked with her.
"That Princess." Darleen pointed to Linda.
"Mom?"
Linda shrugged. She walked through the door. It clicked behind her.
********
"I'm fucking Huggi," Linda told Chastity. "I'm supposed to keep him
happy. Not bored. And glam him up. Her." She crossed her arms. "It's a
little confusing."
Chastity snorted. "Ya think?"
Linda rolled her eyes. "Our mutual benefactor insists." She motioned
around. "I have a SWID again. I expect it'll get some use." She bit her
lip. "Um. Don't be a hero. Don't try to save me. I won't try to save
you."
"Is that how you raised me?"
"No. But this is special. He'll use us, one against the other."
Chastity crossed her arms. "He's already doing that."
"It'll get worse."
"Ayuh. You think it's coincidence that I'm here with you with
appointments at the same time?"
"It is worse." Linda played with her hair. "Jazz thought you were me.
You lucky dog."
"Did you just call me a bitch?"
Linda nodded.
"You didn't kiss her, did you?"
"I'm not into girls. Don't know how you can do that. I mean,
technically, I'm good at it." She blushed. "I've been told. But." She
made a face. "Ew. Ewww." She shuddered.
"He's going to put us in bed together. You know that, right?"
"I'll do what I can to avoid that."
"What about not being a hero?"
Linda shrugged. "Questions. About Huggi."
"Ask the doc."
"I ... can't."
"Oh. It'll fall off. Probably inside you. It bleeds. If he's
hemorrhaging, bad, call Brennan. Or call Clyde. Or you can feed his
carcass to devil plant. No one will miss him except Brennan. Oh, shit.
Do you know about Knutsford devil?"
"I've seen it. I avoid it."
"Don't trust it. It can uproot, go fully mobile."
"Not in the snow. Unless it's starving. That colony is well-fed. Deer
skulls, all around."
"Bureau 34 was supposed to burn it out."
"Who?"
"Government agency. Does it matter to you if Huggi gets pregnant?"
"No."
"Have fun, then. Test him for motility, though. Because he might care. I
don't know what to do if he's fertile, though."
Jazz called through the window. "Princess! The other Princess." She
pointed to Chastity.
Chastity sighed. "My turn. Who's your social worker, Mom?"
"Kleia. She bought tickets to Brazil. I explained the folly of that."
********
Jazz closed the door behind her. She checked the door to the other room.
She said, "This is unprofessional, but your family is fucked up. Even by
my fucked-up family's standards."
Chastity smiled. "We're perfectly normal. The rest of you fuckers are
skewed."
"Screwed?"
"As long as I don't have to screw 'em. Hi, Jazz."
"Hi, yourself."
Chastity patted Jazz's belly. "How are Jasper and Jollux?"
"You already named them?"
Chastity nodded.
"First, my name is Jazelle, not Jasper. And I'm not fat. I'm pregnant."
Oh. Not entirely rational, either. Chastity tried, and failed, to keep a
poker face.
"Is this funny? You did this to me."
"No, this is my serious face." Chastity looked away. She smirked.
"The doc gave me meds to speed things along. I'm out this weekend for
ass-blasting lapweed planting and I am so not in the mood. Give me your
arm."
********
Nullruff the dwarf shut the door he had just opened. His eyes were wide.
"What do ye call a barn chocked with cockatrices?"
Maus Wag shrugged. "A target-rich environment?"
Wechuge said, "A cockalorum, a cockalorum of cockatrices."
"Where do you learn this goofy shit?" Flinders asked.
"Scepters and Stones." Wechuge counted on her fingers. "A choir of
sirens, a confloption of mermaids, a cockalorum of cockatrices."
Flinders asked, "It's not a school of mermaids?"
"If they're swimming, it's a school or a nation. On land, they're a
confloption or a nest. Sunkers are the same."
"Why the difference?"
"I suppose it depends. Are you a mountain orc or a slough orc?"
A notice appeared on Harmony's specs. 'Intelligence, +1. Experience
points, minus 50. Non-orcish display of the arcane. Mana, + 15. Do you
want to study magic?'
"Hang it," Wechuge said. "I just got dinged for acting out of
character." She nixed the magical studies.
'Lore +20.'
Wechuge asked the dwarf, "How many cocks in the barn?"
Nullruff shook his head. "Dinna count them. Five or more."
"Blood and glory! Let's kill 'em and fuck 'em and take their treasures."
"Are ye beef-witted?" the dwarf asked. "They can turn ye to stone."
"I've seen your beef. Pretty sure that's the only part they'll turn to
stone." Wechuge shook her head. "You won't hurt nothin.'"
"Did ye just insult me manhood?"
"Ah-yuh." Wechuge nodded. "No more insulted than me, though." She shook
her head. "Five coppers."
"Are ye still on about that? Here's a silver, lass. Stop yeer gob."
Wechuge caught the silver piece. She swallowed it. "Let's kill 'em and
fuck 'em. Or fuck 'em and eat 'em."
'+15 experience points. Acting in character.'
Flinders made a face, "The day I see you spend that silver is the last
day you cook."
"Don't know why you guys trust an orc to cook, anyway."
"Because yeer a gell," the dwarf said.
Wechuge smiled, "Victory points, fucking, and loot." She loaded a stone
into her sling. "Dwarf. You with me?"
********
"Bloody cunts!" The dwarf dropped her axe and spit.
"Ayuh," Wechuge said. "Once a month. It's not so bad in VR."
"I can't believe I let ye talk me inna that. Blood and glory! My blood
and their glory."
"I warned you about accepting a level-five quest with level-three
party."
"I'm never following an orc into combat again."
"Some shield maiden you are. Bat your eyes when you say that, Fluff-
Fluff."
"Me name is Nullruff."
"You need a girl name now. You're sooo cute!" Wechuge pinched Fluff-
Fluff's cheek. "Charisma fifteen. I'd fuck you. Let's go back and get
your dick."
"What?" Maus Wag stopped examining her chest and asked, "We can get our
dicks back?"
"Two things you should know." Wechuge held up one claw. "My lore window
is open. A spell is available. Does anyone here want a level-zero mage
attempting a level-five spell?"
They all shouted, "No!"
"Then I should probably pass the lore to the druid. It will require
song."
"Oh, hells," Flinders said. "I've heard you sing. It had better be worth
it."
"The spell is called Warrior Dance. It restores honor and manhood at the
cost of experience points. My lore window says it can raise a dick on a
coconut. Pretty sure it can give Fluffy her dick back."
"What's the hangment?" The dwarf picked up her axe and swung it. She
could use it two-handed but no longer could use it and the shield at the
same time. She slung the shield on her back.
"We have to find the right dick. It means killing all of the cockatrices
and field-stripping their baculums - for the ranger I'll explain. It's
the penis bone."
Maus Wag said, "I know what a baculum is. I have a lore window, too."
Nullruff asked, "What happens if we get the wrong baculum?"
"You get a dick. It won't be yours. Some side effects noted. If you get
an orc's dick ... I don't think it would turn you to an orc. Maybe a
troll. Dwarfs and elf magic? Expect a twist."
Maus Wag looked skeptical. "Elf magic or orc magic?"
"It's all the same song. Orcs are just an improvement on the elf song."
'Minus 50 xp. Non-orcish display of the arcane. +20 Lore.'
Flinders said, "Orcs are an abomination. Your song should never have
been sung."
"You're just jealous. Some of my best friends are abominations. My song
is beautiful. It can crack stone."
'+10 xp. Defends her heritage.'
"So the caterwauling might not work on a dwarf," Nullruff said.
"Right. Worst case, you get pregnant. You have a baby boy. And there's
your dick."
"Sing yeer bloody song."
"First we finish your ill-advised quest. No point in casting the spell
if we don't have spell components."
Maus Wag said, "You said there were two things."
"Oh, yuh." Wechuge held up a second claw. "The offer expires at sun-up."
"If we lose again?"
"We get fucked. We lose more treasure and whatnot. But I keep my silver
because I swallowed it. The good news? My spirit guide says - one time
of six, we can win with pure dumb luck."
"We need a better plan." Maus Wag looked up at the loft.
Flinders looked around the corner. "Yeah, cuz charging in through the
front door worked so well."
Wechuge held up a third claw. "We can use the element of surprise.
They'll never expect us to try the same frontal attack five times in a
row."
"Wechuge, what's your wisdom?"
"Eight." Wechuge counted fingers on her hand. "Yuh. Eight. Anyone else
level up? I leveled up even though we lost the fight."
Flinders said, "Put it on wisdom."
"I'm putting it on agility." Wechuge swung an empty sling. "It would be
nice to hit something besides the dwarf."
Flinders said, "We are soooo fucked."
"Copy that. Blood and glory?" Wechuge picked up a rock for her sling.
She used it to sharpen the point on her spear. "Hang one," Wechuge said.
She touched her temple, miming the actions that Harmony used when she
tapped her specs. Wechuge checked her lore window again. "Hey, Elf
Lips."
"Yeah?"
"Lore says that weasels are the natural enemy of the cockatrice. Can you
turn us into weasels?"
"I can call one."
"Never thought I'd ask someone to weasel."
The others in the party groaned.
'+1 experience point. Pun.'
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