“Sera’s Twat!”, Kylie suddenly shouted with a grin.
“Oh, don’t you dare,” Heather warned, as a confirmation pop-up appeared before the two of them.
Do you want to name this Dungeon: “Sera’s Twat?”
(Majority approval from the party that discovered this dungeon to be accepted.)
“Yes!”, Kylie shouted.
“No.”, Heather vetoed the option. “She’ll kill you and me both if she ever found out about such a silly name.” A new window popped up as soon as she declared her vote.
The name “Sera’s Twat" was rejected. It did not meet majority approval from the party.
What would you like to call this dungeon?
Pouting, Kylie simply stared at Heather. “Then you pick a name, if you don’t like mine.”
Thinking for a moment, Heather finally nodded. “Idiot’s Paradise,” she finally answered, and the confirmation window popped up again.
Do you want to name this Dungeon: “Idiot’s Paradise?”
(Majority approval from the party that discovered this dungeon to be accepted.)
“Fine,” Kylie shrugged and then nodded. “I approve, but I still like my choice more,” she pouted.
“Yes,” Heather confirmed. “It’s ‘Idiot’s Paradise.” Once again, the popup window disappeared and another one took its place once the voting was done.
Congratulations! You have successfully named this dungeon, ‘Idiot’s Paradise’.
For someone to alter this name, they must successful conquer the dungeon core and claim ownership of this dungeon.
Idiot’s Paradise is currently an unowned dungeon.
“An unowned dungeon?” Kylie asked, shocked. “Does that mean if we conquer the dungeon core – whatever that is – that we become the owners of this dungeon?”
“That’s what it certainly sounds like,” Heather agreed. “What do you say? Want to go inside and check it out? Wouldn’t it be something if we could take the dungeon ourselves! Let’s give it a shot!”
“Sure!” Kylie readily agreed. “But I’d like to take a little while on the inside to see about repairing our stuff a bit, and maybe make some extra armor from all the things that just fell, before we trying going in too much deeper.”
“Sounds like a plan then,” Heather agreed. “We’ll go in just far enough to peek around a bit, find somewhere safe, and let you do some patchwork and armor making. Usually, most dungeons in games have a safe spot somewhere near the entrance so people can prepare to gather their group and go in deeper. I don’t see why Winter’s Tale doesn’t do similar.”
“Well, I wouldn’t completely rely on that. Winter’s Tale doesn’t seem to follow half the rules of the rest of the games I’ve ever played,” Kylie warned. “Let’s just go in, take it slow and easy, and see if there’s someplace safe to work. With the way we got swarmed out here, I don’t think I want to just stand around at the entrance all day long and wait for that to happen once more.”
Without saying anything else, Heather pushed past and slowly started to make her way down the darkened tunnel. After a bit, she disappeared out of sight and Kylie rushed to catch up with her. There was a moment where Kylie was afraid she might be stuck in the dark forever, but then it quickly passed and a dimly lit cave opened up in front of her.
“I was thinking it might be like this,” Heather said, smirking. “A lot of games have ‘zones’ where you transition from one playing field to another. That dark entrance seems to be the ‘zone in’ for this dungeon. I was a little worried that the whole place might be dark and require us to either make torches or use magic to see, but I’m glad that’s not the case. And, I’m glad to see that we can use the same tunnel for the ‘zone out’. Some games have a one-way entrance, with you having to go through the whole place before finding the exit,” Heather stated, knowledgeably.
Glancing around, the entry room was nothing more than a simple cave with a few tunnels leading off in different directions. The floors and ceiling were dirt, with a strange stone intermingled throughout that gave off an eerily greenish-yellow illumination. It was dark in the cave, but not unbearably so. Kylie could make out things nearby in the cavern, but the dim light quickly swallowed her sight if she tried to peer deeply down a tunnel. It was a lot like having dim candles scattered at irregular intervals – enough to see by, but not so much light that you didn’t feel the looming presence of the dark all around either.
“Over here looks like it might be a safe spot to rest,” Heather pointed to one of the tunnels. “It looks like a little alcove in there, and we could probably use it to get away from the entrance a bit, in case anything tries to wander in and out of here like some of those squirrels from up top.”
“Sounds good,” Kylie agreed, as she slowly walked into the tunnel Heather had pointed out. “Apparently your eyes are a lot better in here than mine are,” she told Heather. “So, I’m going to rely on you to be the lookout in here for me. I don’t think the elven sub-race I chose has a natural night vision ability like yours does.”
“That’s OK,” Heather said as she followed into the small chamber she’d pointed out. “I’ll keep an eye out for any sign of trouble while you do the armorwork for us. It’ll be nice in a way to have something constructive I can do, besides just blast things to pieces.”
“Not that blasting things isn’t important too,” Kylie informed her as she slowly stripped out of her micro-skirt and slid into her spare. “Without you killing the things and getting the drops for us, I wouldn’t have the items to make armor or to repair it. Blasting things is quite important, if you ask me.”
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“Well…” Heather shrugged slightly, as she began to strip off her own tattered skirt and shawl. “I just feel like I should be doing more sometimes, you know?” Tossing the two items over to Kylie to catch, Heather pulled her spare skirt out and pulled it up. “You’re fighting. You’re healing. You’re identifying things, making armor, and now even making jewelry. All I’m doing is blasting things to pieces and picking up loot. Sometimes it just doesn’t feel like I’m pulling my weight.”
“Pish-posh,” Kylie laughed. “If you look at it like that, all I’m doing is sitting around and playing with fur and claws, and trying to stitch them together. You’re out fighting everything, getting injured and hurt, and gathering all the loot, while I’m just leeching experience and items off you. Thinking like that, I’m worthless and not pulling my weight, and that line of thought’s all wrong too. We’re working together, doing what we can to support each other, and working together as a group – and that’s what we should be doing.
“You’re pulling your weight just fine,” Kylie reaffirmed. “Now quit moping about not doing enough and keep watch while I play with the furs and claws for a bit! Sheesh!”
Laughing, Heather walked over and ruffled Kylie’s hair gently. Laughing a second time, she suddenly leaned down and grabbed both of Kylie’s breasts in her hands and squeezed them firmly. Slowly, she let her hands lightly slide away, lingering on the nipples for a moment, before lightly pinching and tugging them once before letting go and then turning to walk over where she could sit and watch out the tunnel and keep an eye out for any trouble which might approach.
Kylie smiled at the head rubbing, and then stiffed and turned bright red as Heather groped her breasts and tugged on her nipples. Blushing, she stared down at her own chest wordlessly and blinked at the stiffened nipples, as if they had somehow betrayed her. Bewildered, she had to admit -- It was hard to be a girl around Heather!
For several long moments, Kylie simply sat and tried to sort out the confused emotions that she was feeling, before finally giving up and pushing them to the side. Heather was… complicated to say the least, to be around. Playing a female, while being a male, was just as complicated. Trying to sort out the way she felt about both right now was simply impossible, so instead she decided to focus on her crafting.
For several hours, Kylie sat and stitched pieces of leather together like she had before. The more she practiced the process, the faster she was getting, and with the addition of stronger, sharper claws to use, she made much better time than before.
As the in-game time limit was rapidly approaching for their evening session, Kylie finally motioned for Heather. “Heather, come on over here and give this a try and see what you think. I think I’ve got most of a leather suit crafted for you now.”
“A suit?” Heather asked, as she slowly got up and walked over.
“Well…” Kylie blushed and then shrugged slightly. “Not quite. You’ll see,” she said as she pointed to a small stack of items nearby.
Looking a little puzzled, Heather leaned down and picked up the first item – her shawl – and slide it over her head like before, to let it rest above her breasts. The next item she picked up was a single piece of leather with holes sewn in either side of it. Puzzled, she looked at Kylie with an eyebrow raised, uncertain what it was for.
“That’s a bracer,” Kylie clarified. “Wrap it around your lower arm, and lace it up like you did the sides of the skirt. It’ll help protect your arms a little better.” Blushing, Kylie laughed lightly. “I’m afraid that I don’t have a clue how to make a shirt, or anything like that. I’ve never stitched a lick in the real world, so this is all a new experience for me.
“Besides,” she explained, “the more items I have to stitch together, the greater the chance for failure is. I was thinking piecemeal armor might be the best way to go for now. There’s similar bracers for the upper arms, upper and lower legs, and a basic wrap around girdle for the stomach.”
“Oh, so no bra or top, you pervert?” Heather said, cocking an eyebrow slightly.
“Umm….” Blushing, Kylie stared at her hands and twiddled her fingers together nervously. “I… I’m afraid not. I don’t know how the heck to make anything like that, yet.”
“Good!” Heather laughed all at once and then leaned down and repeated groping Kylie again. “Then these won’t be getting away from me for a while longer, at least!”
“Uhh… umm…” Kylie was trying to think of a comeback to say to that, when the screen went black and her character slowly nodded over – she’d exceeded the four hours a character was allowed to play and was now in forced sleep mode.
‘Phew!’, Kylie thought; she’d never been so happy to be forced asleep before! “Looks like my time is up for now,” she told Heather through the friend chat channel. “Are you going to be around tomorrow? I know we’re not all getting together like we did last weekend, but that still doesn’t mean we can’t set a time to log in together and try and explore this place some.”
“How’s eight sound?” Heather asked. “Then we can play from eight till noon, and take a two-hour break for lunch. Then we can log back in and play till six, take a break till eight, and then log back in one last time until midnight. We’ve only got seventy-two hours to enjoy the item and experience drops from the bonus for finding this place. Let’s take advantage of that as much as we can, since it’s the weekend.”
“That sounds excellent to me,” Kylie confirmed. “For now, I’m going to log on out and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Awww.. You don’t have to go,” Heather teased. “I was just having soooo much fun with your helpless, angelic-looking self as you lay here sleeping.”
Half shivering imagining what Heather might be doing to her, Kylie commanded, “Log Out!”