Bac in the Game

All characters are over 18

Kya

Jason raised his arm to Mrs. Donaldson, Susan, as she turned out of the parking lot to head home. He watched her go out of sight before turning to head to Kya's car, only to find her standing in his path, staring at him. She was only an inch or so shorter than him, with a lean, athletic build. Her reddish brown hair was finally filling in after more than a year of keeping it shaved. She didn't look angry, but stern.

"I can't help but wonder what it's like for her." Kya said slowly. "Seeing us. Being reminded."

Jason took a deep breath and exhaled. "If she's anything like me, it's bitter sweet. It stings, but I like to be reminded. Possible I'm a masochist."

"You're not." Kya sighed. "Well, maybe you are. But then so am l." She continued to meet his gaze. "So now that she's out of earshot, how are you doing? And if you say fine, I will punch you in the face."

"Guess I'm not fine then." Jason replied. "I am..." He paused. "Getting by. Under threat of physical violence, I will admit to still feeling a little lost. Just... not sure what to do with myself besides work and sleep."

"Kya exhaled. "What about that group you were talking about?"

"Ah, that..." he said. "I went to... three sessions."

Kya raised her eyebrows. "Just three?"

Jason sighed. "Yeah. Wasn't for me. Bunch of dps bros. I talked to the GM and the other players were happy to see me go. Too much with the talking and use of environment, not enough fireballs."

"Well, I've never actually seen you as a player, but I can imagine." replied Kya. "Bros, huh? Possible running for us girls has spoiled you."

"More than possible." said Jason with a straight face. "Right past likely. I'd go as high as probably."

"You need to get out more." said Kya.

"Do I?"

Kya set her jaw. "She... made me promise to keep an eye on you."

"And she said the same thing to me about you." He let his eyes drop. "I'm just... not feeling it... yet."

"So, then, you have some free time?" Kya went on.

"Nothing but."

"Great." Kya said. "I was talking to Caitlyn. We want you to run a game for us."

"Just you two?" Jason said, raising his eyes again.

"And at least two others." Kya replied. "Cait's girlfriend and another girl I met at work."

"Oh, Caity's got a girlfriend now?" said Jason. "She's moved past theoretical? Good for her."

"Yep. Met her a couple of times." said Kya. "She's pretty cool. I think you'll like her. She and Farrah, that's the other girl, have never played before, so it might be a slow start."

Jason shrugged. "Shouldn't be a problem. So what kind of game are you looking for?"

"The usual." Kya said. "Just like you used to run for..." She took a steadying breath, "me and Maise."

"Ah." He said, before taking a few breaths himself. "Well, I know Caitlyn's is a pervert, but what about the other two?"

"Sasha's dating Cait, so that should tell you something." Kya grinned. "Farrah is a little more reserved but she's interested."

"Ok." Jason said. "I'll want to meet them before we start. Get a sense of how it'll go." He paused again. "How... do you want it to go?"

"We were re-telling the thing with the throne the other day. Like that."

"Ah." Jason grinned in spite of himself. "That... was not all me."

* * *

"Look at this!" exclaimed Kya. "This doesn't look like an audience chamber, and we're pretty deep, but there's a giant throne over here." Kya walked over to a high backed stone chair that seemed a little to large for the average human. Or half elf in Kya's case. "This looks more like a dungeon. Or torture chamber."

"Maybe the king liked to watch people get tortured." put in Maisey walking up next to her. "Dinner and a show?"

"Or queen." grinned Kya. "She turned and lowered herself into the seat. She leaned against the back, though the seat was to wide to comfortably put her arms on the arm rests so she rested her hands next to her hips. "Don't kill them too fast." she commanded in an imperious voice. "And don't splatter blood on my new robe."

Maisey rolled her eyes but snickered, before turning away to investigate more of the ruin. "Oh, yes your majesty!"

Kya laughed as well before trying to rise and follow. But she could not. She couldn't move. "Uh." He body seemed locked in place. "Uh!" She tensed her limbs but anything touching her seat was frozen to the stone. "Maise! I'm stuck!"

"What?" Maisey turned back to her companion and watched her squirm uselessly for a moment, before stepping over and grabbing the front of her friends leathers, giving them a pull. "Huh. So you are. Guess this chair was for the queen after all."

"Yeah, very funny!" Kya growled. "Get me out of this!"

Maisey's eyes twinkled and the corners of her lips quirked upward. "Well, if you're sure..." She reached forward and popped a catch on the front of Kya's leather tunic. She pulled it open and adjusted the cloth underneath until Kya's breasts were fully free and exposed to the cool dungeon air. "Best i can do I think, while you're sitting on your pants."

"Not what I fucking meant and you know it."said Kya, failing to suppress a chuckle. She rocked her body in a failed attempt to put her girls away. "Maisey, help me!"

"I will. Not that I have any idea how." Maisey turned her back to the throne and looked seductively over her shoulder. "You're the trap finder. Your should have known better than to sit in a strange chair." Maisey flipped a few of her own catches, and began working the top half of her armor free.

"Damn it, Maise!" Kya groaned "This isn't the time for... this."

"Oh? And why not?" Her back still to Kya, Maisey dropped her upper armor with a clang before peeling off the padding that had been underneath. "We have the place to ourselves. You can't move. Your tits are out." Her upper body now bare, Maisey started to slide out of her boots. "Seems like the perfect time to me."

"They're out because you got them out!"

Maisey kicked her boots aside and started on her belt. "And you didn't stop me."

"I can't move!" shouted Kya, though they was an audible giggle under the annoyance.

"Like I said, the perfect time." Maisey dropped her belt and slid her pants down along with whatever was underneath them. Stepping out of the garments, she turned to Kya, and, now fully nude, began to stalk towards her.

Kya fought her predicament as Maisey sized her up. She could still wiggle her toes, but that was about it. Even her head was held in place, stuck facing forward and watching her naked companion's predatory approach. "What if there are still monsters creeping around? I'm stuck. You're naked. We'd be in serious trouble."

"Yeah we would." agreed Maisey. "But we double checked everything on the way in." She lifted her right knee and set it on the throne next to Kya's hip. "I think we'll be fine. Besides... "She reached her left hand forward to grab the back of the chair for balance while she levered her other knee into place. "This is too good to pass up. You sayin' you want me to stop?" She leaned forward, hovering her breasts in front of Kya's immobile face, while her right hand moved down to work on her companions belt.

"Maise..." Kya groaned not really declining the advances.

"That's what I thought." whispered Maisey, as she brought her lips down to meet Kya's. Her hand finished with the belt, and proceeded to open the front of her prisoner's pants.

Kya returned the kiss. It was all she could do with her head locked in place. She was at Maisey's mercy. She felt her friend's hand slide into the front of her leathers and moaned her consent.

Maisey gave a muffled chuckle and continued her assault, squirming to adjust her position. "Mmn?" She grunted. "Hmnph." Then she broke the kiss. "Huh."

"What?" Kya panted.

"Well, um..." began Maisey. "The good news is, I still have one hand free."

"One..." Kya's eyes widened. "Do not tell me you're stuck too."

"Uh, how about I show you?" Maisey leaned back pulling on her arm and rocked her hips back and forth. Everything touching the throne stayed firmly in place.

"Gods damn it Maise!" Groaned Kya. "What the fuck are we going to do now?"

"Seems obvious." Grinned Maisey, flexing the fingers on her right hand. "I said I have a hand free."

"Gods, Maisey." Sighed Kya. "Bet you wish you'd have kept your panties on."

"Oh, not even a little."

Caitlyn

"Jason!"

He was walking home from work when he heard his name. Looking up from the sidewalk, he saw a short, curvy, familiar girl jogging toward him. He let a smile spread on his face. "Caitlyn."

"Hey!" Caitlyn arrived, immediately wrapping her arms around him in an enthusiastic hug. "It's been too long! Haven't seen you since the funeral."

"Ah." Jason retuned the embrace. "Kya tell you to say that? Good to see you."

"No, that was improvised." Caitlyn released him with a grin. "She said to tell you to get out more. I'd ask how you're doing, but she keeps me updated."

"Nice to be concerned over, I suppose." replied Jason. "And you? I hear you have a new partner."

"Oh, yeah." Caitlyn's cheek colored and she twirled one finger in her long brown hair. "It's pretty great. And she's awesome. Maisey would say I'm overachieving."

Jason kept his smile locked for a moment. "I'm happy for you." He paused. "What do your parents say?"

"Ah, well..." Caitlyn said. "They are... less than happy. But they haven't disowned me. I think resigned would be a good description."

"Could have been worse then." Said Jason, sympathetically. "Speaking of, though, I'm surprised you didn't bring your partner along. I assume you tracked me down to talk about the game you guys want to start. I do want to get her thoughts before we get going."

"She says she wants to meet you without me so I don't bias her opinion." Caitlyn said with a half grin. "So advanced warning: you will be judged. But yes. I wanted to talk about the game. I know I've played with you guys before, but I wanted to run a few things by you."

"Awesome." He gestured in the direction of home. "Walk with me." He waited as she fell into step beside him. "So what are you thinking?"

"Well first, I want to be a tiefling, if that's ok."

"Sure." replied Jason. "I'll ask for a basic description. Skin color. What kind of horns if any. Hooves or feet. Tail. That kind of thing. I won't run any racial issues unless you want prejudice baked into your back story or something. Might run across a few people with a demi-human fetish if that's all right."

"You mean people will want to fuck me because I'm purple and horny?" Caitlyn snickered. "I can live with that. The... other thing is a little trickier. I want to do what you do."

"Ah." He said. "Then what do you need me for?"

"I mean..." Caitlyn said, whacking him on the arm, "I want to play a wizard who causes problems. Screws stuff up. Turns people into things. Make clothes disappear. Accidentally traps people. Traps myself. I want to do crazy kinky stuff with magic."

"I see." He said. "Sounds like fun. In that case, I would suggest a wild magic sorcerer as opposed to a wizard. You'll have the power but not necessarily the knowledge. And with a high charisma, you'd be able to talk people into being your guinea pigs and smooth over any mishaps. We can adjust the wild magic table to add a few kinky things too."

"That sounds great!" Agreed Caitlyn. "But I would also like your help to come up with scenarios. Stuff that happens when I screw up. And I don't want to be too irritating but I want to cause a few problems for the others too."

"We can roll for targeting." Said Jason. "With a slightly higher chance to hit you. As for scenarios, we'll have to see what spells you pick, but off the top of my head..."

* * *

Caitlyn flipped through the old spell book, stopping on the page with the ritual she wanted. She went over it again, checking the notes. She had the symbology figured out, and she knew what it was supposed to do. Well, she knew what the diagrams on the page showed it doing. A humanoid figure was popping his arm off. Then, in a second image, and Caitlyn felt this was very important, putting it back on.

The book was quite complex, but several of the complicated spells had notes scrawled around them. This one had the most, which was why Caitlyn had decided to try it. It was still going to be tricky, but with the text in front of her, she felt she could manage.

She was wearing a robe, tied loosely around her hips that showed off a lot of her indigo skin. Her hair, a dark bluish black, was pulled back into a ponytail for convenience, though truth be told, the small, spiraling ram-like horns on either side of her head generally kept her shoulder length locks out of her face.

Making a final circuit of her room, she made sure the door was barred, all the candles were lit, and all her casting materials were in order. Her hooves clicked lightly on the stone floor as she moved around. She was not stealthy, but did her best not to be a clod. Returning to the table, she sat to begin the spell, carefully arranging her tail though the back of the chair as she did so.

"Okay, here we go..." she murmured to her self. This was not going to be a typical cast for her. Most of her spells, she just pushed through with her own innate magic. That would make this possible, but the hard part would be the control. Hence, this would be more like a ritual than a spell. Just as well. The middle of a fight would be a bad time for your arm to come off.

With one last deep breath, she began the casting process. The length and complexity taxed her abilities. Gah, how did wizards to this? But her preparations paid off. When the ritual was done there was a pop of air and a green glow briefly washed through Caitlyn's body.

The tiefling sat stock still for a moment, trying to feel for any differences. After a moment, she resolved to test her left arm, the target of the spell. Twisting a little, it became clear that her arm would not move. Well, that wasn't true. It was moving even as she turned toward it. Sliding off of the table, out of her sleeve and onto the floor.

With a start, Caitlyn tried to catch it with her right arm, but as she twisted to bring it around, she felt friction at the base of her neck and her loose robe slid down to pool around her hips, exposing her bare breast to the candle light. She tried to catch that too, with her right arm, when she noticed she didn't have one!

"The fuck!?" Caitlyn squawked. Looking frantically around, she quickly spotted it, lying on the floor on her other side. That was the cause of her wardrobe malfunction. The robe had been essentially hanging from her shoulders which were now lying on the floor. "Whoops! Must have put in a little to much 'oomph' when I cast. But never mind that! It worked!" She looked to the area where her right shoulder used to be. There was no gaping wound; just smooth, slightly glowing skin. "Awesome!" A glance to her disembodied arm show something very similar where it apparently had come loose.

"Okay, then. Now to put them back." Caitlyn went to reach fore the spell book. When nothing happen for a second, she went to facepalm herself but that didn't happen either. Giggling, she leaned forward, squashing her bare breasts on the table and hooking the book with her chin. Dragging it closer, she re-read the reattachment procedure. "Okay, pick up the limb and place it in proper position and say..." Caitlyn turned to her right, then left. "Pick up the... Uh... Uh oh. This could be a problem."

The problem, of course, being that the limbs she needed to pick up and return her limbs were currently on the floor. Well shit. She blinked a few time. What the hell was she going to do now?

Sighing, she stood from her chair. As she did, her loosely tied robe slid off her hips and down to the floor to join her arms. "Huh. Guess I should have tied that better. And maybe worn something under it. Whatever. Not my biggest problem." Caitlyn verbally mulled her options. "So how am i going to do this? Mage hand? No, I heed my hands to cast that. Tail? Not grippy enough. I'm gonna have to go get help. Naked. Great." She turned to the room's portal and stopped. "I barred the door. I'm stuck in here. Well, one thing for it then." She took a deep breath and shouted, "HELP!"

* * *

"That was great!" laughed Caitlyn. She was leaning on him, her arm linked in his. She was drawing a few stares, but neither one cared. "I especially like how my robe came off with no shoulders. That is exactly the kind of thing I'm talking about."

"I'm glad you approve." replied Jason. "I'll see what else i can come up with. We'l have to talk once in a while to trade ideas. I assume you want to keep things a surprise"

"Yes, please." said Caitlyn. She was silent for a moment. "Could I make my tail grippy? What's the word..? Prehensile."

"Hmn. Might be a feat for it." He answered. "I'll have to look it up. We can work something out, I'm sure. But since I have homework, I'm giving some to you. Figure out a way to get your arms back one, assuming no one comes to your rescue. I already have one figured"

"You're on!" grinned Caitlyn.

Sasha

"You Jason?"

"l have that dubious distinction." Jason responded to the shadow that stretched across his picnic table. "Are you Sasha?" He raised his eyes to the tall girl who'd approached him. And kept raising them. She was very tall. And while she was not bulky, she was fit. He could see the muscles cut into her bare shoulders, abdomen and legs. It was all topped by a head of short, spiky, blond hair.

"Yeah, that's me." Sasha shook his offered hand. "Caity said you wanted to talk to me about that Game thing."

"Correct." Jason replied. "Good to get a feel for the players before we play. Have a seat. Kya says you've never played?"

"Nope." Said Sasha. "Barely heard of it before I got with Caity. She makes it sound like fun though." Sasha folded her limbs into the picnic table across from Jason. "It's basically interactive storytelling, yeah?"

"Exactly. That's why I wanted to at least meet you." Jason confirmed. "So I can add stuff to help you stay interested to my part of the story. Make it fun for everyone. Did you and Cait talk about characters at all?"

"A little." Replied Sasha. "She told me to keep it simple to start. A melee class. I think she said 'fighter' or 'barbarian' til I get more of a hang of things. Sounds good to me. And kind of badass."

"Not bad advice." Agreed Jason. "And I can give plenty of opportunity to be a badass if your dice will cooperate. No problem. The other thing we have to discuss... well, Caitlyn and Kya specifically asked me to make it 'R-rated'. Any requests or topics to avoid?"

"Ah... yeah, that." Sasha dropped her eye to the table, fidgeting slightly. "Well, Caity says I'm an exhibitionist... which she says is different that a nudist. Exhibitionists get off on showing off she says, and she's... not wrong I guess. About me, anyway." She bit her lip, avoiding his gaze. "So there's that."

"Simple enough." Said Jason. "Monks and barbarians can both fight pretty good naked, FYI."

"I'll keep that in mind." Sasha smirked, but only for a moment before her expression became more serious. "Then there's..." she paused. "Well, it's..." Sash's sagged a little and let out a breath. "Caity says you're cool?" It came out as more of a question.

"And who am I to argue?" Jason's face maintained the mood she set. "Caitlyn is good friend, and you would get some of that good will by association, if that helps."

"Right..." Sasha let out a breath before apparently coming to a decision. "Ok, here it is. If you know Caity, you know she's... adventurous? Yeah, adventurous is a good word for her. Since we've been together, she's always wanting to try things, right? Like she wanted to, uh spank me, so I let her and it was fun. She likes costumes and role-playing. I'm down with that. Even the butt plug wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Uh..." Her cheeks colored. "That wasTMI, maybe. The point is, I like to try things with her. But..." She paused again. "Then she starts taking about tying me up, and handcuffs and bondage and... I get all... claustrophobic and start to freak out a little. I think my reaction might have freaked her out a little too." She looked up, meeting his eyes again. "So maybe, in the game..?"