My very first wet-and-messy story, originally written in November 2015. In a fantasy/sci-fi universe populated only by girls, an explorer gets captured in a muddy cave. Will she get rescued before her interrogator gets crucial information out of her?
Jouette, explorer of the Great Skyship, awoke in the filthiest room she’d ever been in. Of course, they had a slime room and a mud room on the Skyship but those were sterile rooms, meant for training, with the substances being maintained and regularly changed by giant pumps. This room, on the other hand, was small, dark, damp and its floor and walls were covered entirely in some foul-smelling mud.
Jouette tried to get up but couldn’t. She looked at herself to find that she was bound to some sort of a table in the middle of the room. The greatarmor she had started the mission with was torn to shreds and the only functioning clothing she had remaining were her simple panties and bra. Those would hardly protect her from anything.
She shook her arms and legs but the binds were strong. She would not escape on her own. After a while, she stopped trying and just waited. Somebody had to show up eventually – either her captors or Daina, the explorer she had started the mission with and who was now surely trying to get her free.
Unfortunately, the captors arrived first – only minutes later, the door to Jouette’s prison room opened and in came a dark-skinned girl clothed in a black jumpsuit, a cruel smile on her face.
“What is the Skyship entry code?” asked the girl.
Okay, so Jouette was a prisoner to be interrogated. That was not good. Jouette knew she would break soon under even minimal torture but she also knew she was not allowed to divulge the entry code. That would be a betrayal of the entire community living aboard the Great Skyship. Could she stall, perhaps?
“Who are you?” Jouette asked instead.
“My name is Seela,” said the girl, “and you’re not allowed to ask any more questions.”
“Okay, um, sorry,” Jouette blushed. No, she could not stall. She was brave in the wild, exploring unknown parts of the world, but in talking with other girls, she was very timid.
Seela, however, didn’t wait for anything and grabbed some of the mud from the floor and smeared it over Jouette’s cheeks. It was the stinkiest mud Jouette had ever touched and it made her want to throw up – and she had trained to withstand exactly such situations!
“This is darkmud,” said Seela, “it is impossible to rub it off and very hard to get rid of the smell. Even in the best of showers, it will take hours to clean just your face.” Even as she spoke, she grabbed more of the mud and began to spread it over Jouette’s chest. “But, tell me the entry code, and you will be free to go.”
That was inconvenient, but Jouette could endure this. The Skyship was the center of her nation and a few days spent in the shower were a small enough sacrifice to keep it safe. Only when her chest and both legs were covered in darkmud did Seela understand that this would not be enough.
“Very well, then,” she said and pulled open Jouette’s panties. Then she filled them with darkmud, released them and squeezed them several times to make sure the darkmud spread all over inside.
“Oh no,” gasped Jouette, “please do not do this. I’m -” no, she shouldn’t really be saying to her interrogator that she is especially vulnerable there and easily excited – much more so than others of her nation.
“Then will you tell me the entry code?”
“No, but -”
Seela clapped her hands and a nimbus of brown light surrounded Jouette’s panties. Jouette immediately felt the darkmud moving about inside. What was the stuff? Seela could control it mentally? Waves of pleasure already pulsed through Jouette’s body and she knew they would not subside. If the darkmud continued to massage her crotch, she would climax in a few moments.
“So this is working,” said Seela and put a few more handfuls of darkmud in Jouette’s crotch. The new darkmud started swirling just like what was already there. And the pleasure throbbing through her soon became unbearable and Jouette let out a moan and shuddered as she climaxed and became Exhausted.
Climaxing is the worst thing that can happen to a girl on a mission. It brings about Exhaustion and while a girl is Exhausted, she can’t move easily, is clumsy and, most importantly, her senses – including pain and smell – are heightened. Now she felt the full odor of the darkmud spread over her entire body and could not bear it.
“Okay, I’ll give you the code,” she shouted, “just get me out of this mud!”
Seela got a water hose mounted on one of the walls, “With pleasure. What is the entry code?”
“It’s -”
And at that point, the door burst open again and revealed Daina, Jouette’s shipmate. She was getting rescued! Daina was still clean and clothed in her bright yellow shining swimsuit. Daina was a spellcaster and would probably be able to defeat this dark girl, especially with the element of surprise on her side.
Indeed, she immediately let forth several swerving rays of light that hit Seela. This forced her to drop the hose and rub the spots where the rays hit. It must have been Daina’s itching spell. When her next ray hit Seela’s jumpsuit, it disintegrated. Seela lost balance and fell on the darkmud floor face first, her naked body now submerged in the mud.
Daina’s moment of surprise was over but she hadn’t won yet. She still needed to make Seela climax so she could not pursue them. Luckily, every girl had a vulnerability. As Seela stood up from the mud, Daina kicked her in her exposed crotch and Seela cried out and fell over. From the spasms they saw, they knew she had hit her climax. Just as Jouette was especially susceptible to substance, so was Seela susceptible to pain.
“Are you injured?” asked Daina while unstrapping Jouette from the table.
“I am Exhausted, and I smell bad, but no, not injured.”
“Good, I’ll carry you,” said Daina, “we’re actually quite near the surface. There should be no opposition left.”
When she undid the last strap, she took Jouette on her shoulders and walked out of the room. They emerged in a dark corridor with daylight at its end. Jouette now remembered what happened. She and Daina were sent to explore a newly discovered cave system but they got separated and Jouette triggered some kind of trap that forced her unconscious. But now they were back near the entrance again.
When they were outside, Jouette groaned. “Uh, before we get back to the ship, you must… um…”
“What?”
“… strip me.”
“Why would I do that?” said Daina but complied. She lay Jouette on the grass outside the cave and removed her panties. The darkmud inside no longer moved but was as smelly as before.
Daina smiled, “It would have kept you climaxing again and again, right?”
Jouette nodded. This vulnerability of hers was no mystery, especially not to her shipmate. When they returned to the small skyship they had used to travel here, Daina opened the main door and helped Jouette in the showers. The Exhaustion was beginning to wear off and she could stand on her own now but she could still use the help. So they both removed all clothing and spent quite some time in the ship’s showers room.
Daina tried to rub as much of the darkmud as she could off Jouette but it was just not possible. And if she tried to remove the darkmud from Jouette’s crotch, she would make her climax again. Which she might do at some point but not while they still had a mission to complete.
“I guess for now, you’ll just have to smell bad.”
“You don’t mind?” asked Jouette.
“Hey, with you, I wouldn’t mind if you stank all the time,” she smiled. “Okay, I’ll start up the engines and be back soon.”
Jouette sighed when Daina left the room. Of course, they had to report back to the Great Skyship. The caves they were sent to explore turned out to be inhabited, and by some kind of hostile dark-skinned girls they had never encountered before. How powerful were these if they were interested in the code? Were they planning an attack?
The Skyship would need to send additional teams to these caves, perhaps attack teams instead of exploration pairs. But that’s for the future. Jouette felt the engines start up and the their ship took off. The journey would take several hours.
Daina returned to the showers room and when she did, Jouette embraced her and hugged her tightly. “Thank you for rescuing me.”
Daina jumped a bit when their breasts came in contact but then relaxed in Jouette’s embrace.
They would stand there for quite a while under the active showers and then they would perhaps sleep there, hoping that the darkmud would wash off them before they had to present their findings at the Skyship.
There is also an interactive story happening in the same location as this story.
“The Hot Pool Outpost is sending out a distress signal,” said Alrae, pilot of the skyship sent to the caves. “The message reads, ‘a group of dark-skinned girls attacks us with mud; we are falling back; requesting battle support’.”
Daina nodded, “change course – move directly towards the Hot Pool. Tell me when we have information on how many there are.”
Daina was the leader of their current battle group. Jouette technically didn’t have the qualifications to be in a battle group, her expertise consisting solely of exploration, but given that she and Daina were the only ones who came in contact with the enemy, she was sent anyway. Alrae was a pure fighter. She specialized in forest magic, binding the enemy in entangling roots and opening pits of quicksand beneath them. The fourth group member was Aila, a generative spellcaster. She could fight with various forms of magic but preferred mostly food-based projectiles.
Hot Pool Outpost was their nation’s settlement nearest to the cave system. It was very small, just a couple of treehouses in a forest surrounding a natural hot spring.
“I have a reading,” said Alrae, “the Hot Pool was entirely evacuated. The ship estimates four enemy fighters and no enemy vessel. They must have come on foot.”
“Let’s prepare for battle,” said Daina, “set the ship right next to the pool, we’ll use it as cover. On my mark, prepare -”
Suddenly the ship shook violently. Daina, Aila and Jouette collapsed together on one pile in the room. Lights started blinking around the vessel, and through the windows, they saw they were falling.
“They’ve already installed artillery!” exclaimed Alrae, “brace for impact!”
But they were flying too low. They did not even have time to untangle themselves from each other when the ship hit the ground near the pool. Some of its walls dropped down, and everyone except for Alrae was bruised. This was not a good way to start a mission.
“Take cover!”
The girls scrambled into action. What remained of the ship’s hull still protected from the shots of their enemies. Their clothing was worse off. Daina’s swimsuit disintegrated completely. Aila’s jumpsuit lived but there were holes at various places. Only Jouette and Alrae had their clothing intact – they were wearing greatarmor – a clothing set consisting of panties, a bra, a long-sleeved tightly fitting shirt, leggings and socks. Except for the face, they were completely protected.
“I see one of them crouching behind rocks near the Pool!”
“Two of them have climbed into the treehouses!”
“The fourth one is manipulating some sort of artillery weapon.”
It seemed the dark-skinned girls were adept tacticians as well. The ones on the top were obviously snipers and the one near the contraption shot down their ship.
And before they had time to make a plan, the girl near the artillery weapon fired again. Jouette saw a giant blast of mud heading their way. It was too fast, they could not evade.
The mud crashed through the wall near Jouette and hit her squarely in the chest. She was sent flying. Before she got separated from the others, she saw that they fared somewhat better and were already returning fire.
Jouette hit the forest floor moments later. She was only lightly covered with mud, but the force of the blast was painful. She looked around and saw that she landed next to the girl hiding behind the rock. Jouette wasted no time and used her own generative magic, sending a spray of green slime directly in her opponent’s face. It worked, she got her by surprise. The opponent was disoriented and tried to get the slime off so she could see.
But Jouette was already casting her next spell, conjuring a bucket of white glue-like gunge over her opponent and then upending it. The gunge flowed down her head and shoulders and stuck all over her skin. It glued one of her arms to her chest, restraining her movement. But by then, the girl had opened her eyes and ran at Jouette, slapping Jouette on the cheek with her free hand. As her hand approached Jouette’s cheek, darkmud formed just ahead of it and when the slap came, the formed mud splashed over Jouette’s face and into her eyes. “That’s what it’s like,” she said.
While Jouette was confused, the girl knocked her down on the ground again. Jouette opened her eyes just in time to see a big ball of mud falling down on her chest where it splashed apart. Great, she had barely succeeded in getting rid of the smell from the exploration mission and she was covered in darkmud again.
She tried to get up but couldn’t. The girl was already sitting on her chest, getting ready to tear apart her greatarmor.
Then she was suddenly pulled away and splashed down into the Pool. Jouette looked up and saw Alrae retracting the vines she used to pull this off.
Jouette made a quick survey of the battlefield. Aila and Daina were locked in close range combat with the artillery girl. The artillery gun itself was destroyed and the girl already covered with pies and cream but she was still dodging the brunt of their combined attacks. Jouette’s opponent was flailing around in the Pool. It must be a shock for her, the Pool is very hot compared to the air and the slime Jouette had covered her with. One of the snipers got pulled down from the treehouse and was already naked and beaten. The other one hid herself in one of the treehouses.
The skirmish seemed to be going well. None of their battle group were seriously injured, two enemies were out, one was getting overwhelmed. Only one remained. Jouette found a ladder leading to the fourth girl’s hideout and started climbing. But when she was almost to the top, the dark girl emerged with a bucket of blue gunge and dropped it over Jouette. She recognized it even before it touched her – it was a defensive tool for the treehouses, designed for exactly this purpose – to prevent attackers from climbing up. It was freezing cold and stuck to the skin.
Jouette squaked out as the gunge covered her hair and her arms. She immediately let go of the ladder and started falling. The impact from the fall was painful and sufficed to destroy what scraps remained of Jouette’s greatarmor.
A naked girl was a vulnerable girl, easily beaten or brought to a climax, and thus removed from battle. She would now have to take additional care for her own defense. She crept to the base of the tree, looking up, ready to dodge if another bucket of gunge came down.
A few seconds later, she was joined by Alrae. Alrae was the best off from all of them. Her greatarmor had only a single hole where a sniper’s mud bullet tore through it and her face was now also rather black from all the mud, but it was still only a thin layer.
Alrae summoned climbing vines on a side of the large tree and both of them started climbing. It worked. The girl was at the other side of the treehouse, trying to shoot down Daina and Aila. Simultaneously, Jouette and Alrea attacked.
A small mass of tentacles grew from the tree and grabbed the girl from behind, pinning her to the trunk. At the same time, Jouette caused a massive block of red gunge to form in the air and when it was large enough, sent it at the girl. It covered her completely, several times over. Her jumpsuit cracked immediately. She yelped a few times,first from surprise and then from the cold of the gunge. She was beaten.
Jouette looked over at the rest of their crew and saw only Daina standing over two unconscious bodies – of the artillery girl and of Aila. The opponent was strong but the battle was won.
Minutes later, all four opponents were handcuffed and tied down together with a strong rope. This would not suffice, of course. Every girl – no matter her magic – had the capacity to return home by teleporting. But there two problems with this ability – one, that it cost their nation a lot of energy to use it, and two, that it took eight hours from the capacity’s activation until it took effect. Even if their enemies already called home, it would still leave them eight hours until they were gone.
All of them still dripped with mud from the skirmish, but they could have a bath later, perhaps in the Hot Pool.
“Who are you, girls?” asked Daina.
The artillery girl, who looked the most powerful and was probably their leader, readily answered: “I am Searle, one of the Clerics of the Darkmud Temple. We have come to conquer your nation, and after that, your world.”
“This is the first time I hear of a temple.”
“Yes,” Searle nodded, “our nation was hidden for a long time. But now, we are strong enough to join the battles. First we will take over the Great Skyship and then move on to all the other nations. You may have beaten us here, but we will return, in greater numbers.”
“You live in the caves?”
“In a great underground system, yes,” said Searle, “but we will emerge on the surface soon. You should also probably be aware that we can use some magic without free hands.” Even as she finished her sentence, a ball of watery mud formed in front of her, sped out and hit Daina in the face. The force of the mud pushed her back and she lost balance and fell in the Hot Pool.
Immediately the girls reacted and retaliated. Jouette sent rays of solid gunge at the Clerics to block their sight. Alrea spawned gags on all of them so they couldn’t speak. In the meantime, Aila was casting a long spell that slowly created a giant cake over them. The cake had multiple levels and was several feet wide. When she finished and the cake fell down on the Clerics, they were absolutely beaten, covered in the various food items comprising the cake. Only their heads were somewhat free. They would pose no further danger and would disappear in eight hours.
Aila turned towards Daina, “I think we’re done here, but we should probably stand guard for the next eight hours. Can we join you in the Pool?”
“Of course,” said Daina, reached out and pulled Aila by the ankle. Aila squeaked as she fell in the hot water. The other girls soon joined them. When they got used to the temperature, it was relaxing and healing. It wouldn’t fix their clothing – well, only Alrae had any clothing left, anyway – but it would heal their bruises and wash away some of the darkmud smell.
Jouette had taken the most hits, having fallen to the ground several times. Daina noticed this, came over to her and started to massage her back. Jouette let out a sigh of pleasure. Yes, she and Daina made for an excellent pair. She was very glad to be assigned to her.
“So,” said Jouette, “how are we going to get back to the Great Skyship?”
“Our skyship is obviously beyond repair,” nodded Alrae, “we could walk on foot.”
“But everyone except you is now naked, tired and barefoot and we’re miles away from the nearest settlement.”
“It’s not my fault you can’t avoid attacks.”
“Well, we’re not all pure fighters as you are.”
“I am,” said Aila, “and you can see my breasts, too. I think it’s because Alrae concentrated on self-defense and cared more about her clothing than about the rest of us.” Jouette smiled. Friendly arguments like these were common among Skyship battle groups.
“That’s so not fair,” Alrae stood up to demonstrate her point, “I’ll have you know I helped Jouette defeat two of the Clerics and stripped and defeated one of the snipers single-handedly.”
“Yeah, you picked the easiest opponents because you were scared of fighting Searle.”
“Guys,” said Jouette, “I don’t want to go home on foot. Perhaps we can activate the distress signal again and wait for another skyship to take us aboard?”
“Yeah, okay,” nodded Aila, smiling, “right after we drown Alrae for abandoning us in the fight.”
“You know that’s not true -” said Alrae but she was already being pushed underwater. They played in the water of the Hot Pool for hours until they finally got around to activating the signal. After several more hours, the Clerics indeed teleported back to their Temple and finally, in the middle of the night, a skyship arrived to take them back home. Fortunately, the nights are warm in these parts.
Tomorrow, they would debrief and decide what to do next. Their new enemy was powerful and the Skyship would maybe need allies in this war.
Princess Noe of the Great Skyship, the high commander of the Skyship military, entered the hall and her eyes very nearly came out.
The hall was packed. This was supposed to be a routine briefing for the high ranks of the military but it looked like half of the nation’s forces were here. But of course, the war caught everyone’s attention.
Noe slowly descended the stairs to the speaker’s table, a royal blue cloak trailing behind her. Such was the traditional garb of the nation’s princess: blue panties, bra and a cloak with the icon of the Skyship.
“Um,” said Noe, “…I admit I did not expect such attendance. I don’t really know what to say…”
“Just go with what you have prepared,” said Daina from the first row, “you don’t need to make a speech, just give the briefing.”
“Oh, …okay.” She could do this. She was the high commander, after all, and it was shameful that she feared giving public appearances more than she feared actual combat. “Well, as you all know, we encountered a new nation and we immediately became enemies. They call themselves Clerics of the Darkmud Temple, and we’ll use the shorthand Clerics to refer to them.
“They do possess some magical power, most notably every one of them is able to manipulate mud at distance, especially their own foul variant of it, which they call darkmud.
“I see black stains left by this darkmud on many of your faces. You may be pleased to learn that, despite my advice, the Senate allocated a large portion of our scientific research to, quote, invent a way to get rid of this stinky ****, endquote.
“The Clerics are adept fighters. They have taken several of our fringe outposts already, but of course we’re planning to take them back. And we finally locked on the location of one of the elusive Artifacts: the Staff of Stripping.”
Murmurs broke out in the hall at the mention of this. There were only seven Artifacts in the world, and most of them were lost. To claim even one of them would represent a great victory for the Skyship.
“It is located in an underground cave so we will be sending an exploration team, led by Jouette, to recover it. If she succeeds, we will deploy the Staff immediately in the war against the Clerics.
“Do you have any questions?”
Daina stood up.
“Yes, Daina?”
“Not a question. I just wanted to say: Do it now.”
Noe raised her eyebrows, “do what?”
“Oh, and I wasn’t talking to you,” Daina said and pointed above Noe’s head. Noe looked up just in time to catch a stream of green gunge straight in her face. The gunge was sticky yet fast and enveloped her entire body in a matter of seconds. It was almost glue-like, joining with her body and the floor and trapping her where she stood. One of Aila’s best streams yet, Noe thought, as she struggled to remove at least some gunge from her eyes to see.
Then she looked up and, as expected, saw Aila panting on the upper level, exhausted from generating such a powerful gunge stream and then she looked at the auditorium and saw all of the girls smiling and giggling.
Of course they hadn’t come because of the war. They just wanted to see their princess gunged.
Jouette, Daina and Aila, the exploration group sent to recover the Staff of Stripping, exited their flying vessel and took positions around the cave entrance. They were at the very border of Skyship-controlled space, a territory that was slowly dwindling in the face of the Clerics’ attacks. They would need to be careful.
“Daina, take point,” commanded Jouette, “I’ll hold the lantern; Aila watches our backs.”
Daina nodded and entered the cave mouth. Immediately she submerged up to her knees in brown sludge. “Eww, that’s gross.”
“Is it dangerous?”
Daina moved a few steps forward. “No, the floor is thick mud and the sledge feels oily but you can move through it rather easily. Slowly, but it won’t hurt you.”
“We’re on the frontier,” chimed in Aila, “they don’t have water filtration in natural caves. My guess is that it is perfectly natural, not a trap.”
“Then let’s go on.”
Jouette summoned up a lantern and they all went into the cave, proceeding quickly but carefully. They were all clad in two-piece swimsuits. They had expected there would be water in the cave and the swimsuit protects from water damage far better than a greatarmor, although it leaves one vulnerable to more conventional attacks.
The sludge grew deeper. As they moved on, the floor slowly descended and now they were now up to their waist in it. Their swimsuits purified the sludge, though, so the water that got through to their crotch was mostly pure. In any case, it wouldn’t be a problem except in very specific combat situations. It was just a little… tingling.
Then Daina stopped so abruptly that Jouette bumped into her. “Hey!”
“Quiet!”
They all retained their balance, despite standing on muddy floor.
“I think I heard spiders.”
Jouette thought for a moment, “are you sure?”
“It’s likelier than not.”
“Okay, then. Daina, move to the back, I’ll go first, Aila takes the lantern. Daina is the only one here who can easily cut spider webs so in case of an ambush, we’ll want her to be free.”
The girls quickly shuffled around and then went on, but no spiders appeared. Instead, the corridor they went through soon came to a stop and opened to an empty small room. The level of the sludge diminished again, now only reaching to the girls’ knees. In the back of the room stood a thick tree, seemingly growing from the mud in the cave floor. The tree itself was glowing with a faint green light, illuminating the entire room. In the center was a stone slab, and atop it laid a shimmering staff – the artifact they were after!
Jouette made a step forward…
…and heard a startled yelp from Daina behind her. She turned around.
Daina was no longer with them, she was pinned by a spidersilk web to the nearby wall, her arms and legs tied to the wall, feet a few inches above the sludge level, mud slowly dripping from her legs. The spiders had ambushed them!
Jouette looked on the other wall to see a two-feet-large spider preparing his next shot of spider web. If the spider takes them all, it’s over. But it got worse. When Jouette looked around, she saw three more spiders scuttling towards them from their hidden holes.
“We’ll fight!”
Jouette summoned a sphere of gunge and threw it at the largest spider.
“What the hell are you doing?” shouted Aila as she summoned a dozen small pies and sent them off flying in the general direction of the scuttling spiders.
“Fighting the greatest menace before it traps another one of us, of course!” Jouette sent another blast of gunge just in the right time to strike the spider’s new web in mid-air and turning it back. The spider was knocked over and fell over into the sludge. “And it seems to work!”
“Yeah, and when they get a good shot at us, we’re done,” countered Aila, “in case you’ve forgotten, I’m a generative spellcaster. I can’t do nothing about the web so would you please hurry up and free Daina so we have backup?”
Jouette turned and moved towards Daina. She had no spells to cut webs but she was an explorer, a master of many trades. She had enough physical power to tear the web apart.
The other spiders did not wait and sent a barrage of lesser webs at them. Some missed but one of them wrapped itself around Aila’s eyes, blinding her, and another one around her chest, destabilizing her. That wouldn’t normally be a problem except that they were still knee-deep in the sludge with another layer of mud underneath. Aila slipped and submerged almost completely, just her face remaining untouched by the muddy water. She tried to get back up but the mud under her wasn’t thick and gave way when she tried to push against it.
Jouette tore through Daina’s web and when she freed Daina’s hand, she used it to cast a spell that would destroy the rest. And fell down into the mud.
The spiders were already at close range and in fact, one of them was climbing onto Aila’s body. “Get it away from me!”
Jouette sent out another stream of slime but hit a different spider. The one on Aila was now tearing apart her swimsuit, most likely to replace it with a web of its own. The other spider spit out a green blob of sludge at Jouette, covering her face and chest with it, but it didn’t cause her any harm. Now, with Daina, they could fight back.
And indeed Daina showed them why she is one of the best fighters in the Skyship military. She nimbly got back on her feet and didn’t even waste time clearing mud from her face as she cast two accurate rays of light against the spiders.
“Um, guys? This water is… weird,” said Aila as she stood up. She was still blindfolded and had a web wrapped around her chest – and the spider had succeeded in fully destroying the lower part of her swimsuit. “It was… doing stuff in my crotch. I guess it’s not so harmless after all and only the swimsuits’ filters were protecting us.”
“Indeed,” said a light voice. The girls all turned towards the tree in the back of the room. And they now saw a translucent girl walk on the muddy water and come towards them. She didn’t wear any clothes, but had a grey-green skin color and a smile on her face. It was a dryad! “The excitation poison in the water is my own creation. Now strip! All of you!”
Dryads were a formidable enemy. They possessed the ability to issue commands. A girl could always disobey a command but whenever she disobeyed, there was a chance she would get disoriented or blinded or stunned or struck by any number of random effects. In battle, unless the dryad’s command was absolutely unreasonable, disobeying was often not worth the risk.
So Daina and Jouette complied, taking off both parts of their swimsuit and dropping them in the water. But on Aila, the command had no effect – she was already partially naked and was physically unable to access the upper part under the spider’s web. She was still blind, though, so she chose to summon a storm of small pies flying from random directions around the dryad. It worked: the dryad got hit in several spots. The pie that landed on her bum especially seemed to throw her off. But two of the pies also struck Jouette in the chest and her now exposed crotch.
“Watch it, Aila!”
“Hey! I can’t see anything!”
Jouette felt a small surge of pleasure hit her when the pie landed but she was safe for now. She broke into a run and started to summon a great ball of red gunge to cover the dryad in.
“Stop,” commanded the dryad, “instead lie down in the mud!”
“Refuse that command!” shouted Jouette, “attack her!” That was not a command they could afford to obey.
Chance was with them. Daina cast several swerving itching rays at the dryad. Tbe dryad started panicking as she didn’t know what to do about the itching. This was probably the first time she had ever faced trained enemies. Jouette was also unaffected by the command and finished summoning her gunge which fell all over the dryad. It was thick and covered her so completely that one could not longer recognize she was a dryad. Then Jouette rammed into her which sent them both into the sludge. Aila was worse off, she got a hit by a random effect for disobeying – a freezing one. She was now shivering, trying to cover her most vulnerable parts to no effect, because the cold did not come from the outside.
When Jouette opened her eyes, she saw she was in the mud alone – the dryad took so much damage that she disappeared, as monsters do. They had won. She quickly got up – she didn’t want to be in the poisoned sludge naked – and went to search for her swimsuit. Daina was already in an intimate embrace with Aila, trying to supply her some warmth until the freezing effect subsides. Jouette smiled. They were all good friends on the Skyship, but their little group, along with Alrae, they really cared for each other.
Minutes later, Daina and Jouette were back again in their swimsuits, although their bodies were still covered in mud pretty much everywhere, and Aila was free of her blindfold and webs, her skin showing off only where the spider’s web prevented the sludge from covering her.
Daina was inspecting the staff on the stone slab.
“So,” said Jouette, “this is the artifact we’re looking for?”
“I don’t know,” answered Daina, “it could be a decoy.”
“Oh, right.”
“Well, there is a way to find out,” said Daina, pointed the staff at Jouette and summoned its magic. Immediately the staff let out a burst of light and Jouette’s swimsuit cracked into a thousand little pieces, gently falling on the ground. “I’d say this Staff of Stripping is the real deal!”
“WHAT! Now how am I going to get back to the ship?!”
“I didn’t know it would tear the clothes apart. I thought maybe it would just, uh, make them fall down?”
“Well maybe you should have thought twice before using an ancient weapon against a teammate!”
“Uh, maybe I should have,” Daina smirked, “but the battle is over and this way it’s going to be more fun! And you can bond with Aila over walking naked through the water on the way.”
Aila smiled.
But it would not be so. When they came to the part of the corridor where the sludge rose above waist level, Aila was fine, feeling only lesser pleasant sensations in her crotch whereas Jouette was moaning from the excitation the poison caused her. “I thought… you knew… I’m vulnerable…”
“Oh, I knew,” Daina smiled as Jouette came to a climax, “but I also know you like the feeling and I don’t mind carrying an Exhausted Jouette back to the ship.”
Indeed, the climax brought Jouette to a state of exhaustion and she would have drowned in the water if Daina didn’t grab her and carry her the rest of the way.
When they came out of the cave, Daina and Aila stopped in their tracks. Their vessel and the cave mouth were surrounded by two dozen of the Darkmud Clerics. Jouette recognized the girl leading them.
“Welcome back to the surface, ladies,” said Seela. “I assume you won’t be trying to fight us?”
Jouette activated her recall beacon immediately, as she knew the others would, but that would still leave them at the Clerics’ mercy for eight full hours.
“Oh,” said Seela, “and I’ll be taking the Staff as well, of course.”
The Clerics quickly stripped Daina of her swimsuit and then restrained the entire Skyship team. They used a strong vine rope to bind Jouette’s hands behind her, to prevent her from casting any spell, gagged her with a piece of tape and blindfolded her. Her breasts were left exposed to the cool outside air. Then they left her. After a while, she could hear Daina’s muffled moans. Clearly they had gagged her as well and were… yes, of course, they were probably doing something stimulating to her, perhaps moving that darkmud of theirs near her crotch. Clearly, they were taking no chances. It is a sound strategy to make your captives climax right after capture.
Soon Jouette heard a high-pitched moan and knew Daina was done. A girl who climaxes becomes Exhausted and will become unable to defend herself or offer any resistance. The Clerics would have to carry them. When they drove Alrae to Exhaustion, too, Jouette was lifted off the ground and heaved over the shoulders of a girl. Then they walked.
They did not enter the team’s vessel, instead they walked on foot. After a while, the terrain changed. Jouette now heard the girls make splashing noises whenever they made a step. They were walking through shallow water. Probably they went into another cave of this mountain range, one that hid one of their outposts perhaps?
As they went on, there were fewer and fewer footsteps. They were being separated. Eventually, Jouette heard only one set, those of her own captor. Soon after that, she was suddenly thrown down and fell on her face in darkmud. Not just her face, too. The entire floor was probably covered with the stuff. It would take ages to clean her whole body off.
“You can remove your gag and blindfold now, girl,” said a voice.
Jouette tried to move her hand and found that strength was now slowly returning to her body. The Exhaustion was leaving her. That was good for several reasons: she had a better chance of escape, but mostly her senses went back to their original sensitivity and the darkmud stopped smelling so awful. She tore the gag and blindfold off her face but even then saw almost nothing. The room they were in was dark, much like the room she had woken in earlier this week.
She rolled around on her back and immediately regretted it. Now all parts of her body were covered in mud. But she could see the room more clearly. It was a small interrogation cell, with a single door and a single table for strapping down prisoners. Her captor was a girl in a black jumpsuit who Jouette recognized. It was Seela again.
“I looked up some information on you,” said Seela, “your name is Jouette, you work as an explorer for the so-called Great Skyship. Am I right?”
Jouette lifted herself off down the ground and sat. Which was a second mistake. The mud was apparently deeper and less thick than it seemed. The weight of her body pushed her bum deeper in the darkmud, and – since her swimsuit had been destroyed by Daina earlier – the mud reached her private parts, spiking her excitement again. She winced. She can’t climax again, not at the very start of an interrogation, can she? “I.. I would have told you that, if you asked. That’s just basic courtesy.”
“Courtesy?” Seela raised her eyebrows, “we’re at war.”
“We’re playing a game,” shook her head Jouette, “yeah, it causes discomfort to some, it uses up resources and borders shift a bit, but in the end, we’re just having fun.”
At this, Seela erupted into laughter. “What?! Is that what you’re still thinking aboard the Skyship?! Heh. Heh! We’re not playing a game! The Princess of the Darkmud Temple aims to be in control of the entire world, including the Sacred Temple of the Ancients! We’re not fighting to play, we’re fighting to win!”
The shock of what Seela just said competely numbed what pleasure the darkmud was causing inside her. The Darkmud Clerics wanted to invade the Sacred Temple of the Ancients, the eternal building at the very center of the world, filled with people who don’t want to participate in wars, who have their own pursuits and who take care of the world. Each and every nation had taken the most serious of vows never to do battle in the Sacred Temple and to always protect its neutrality and its security. If Jouette can prove that indeed the Clerics aim to invade the Sacred Temple, then the Great Skyship will have no trouble at all finding allies. Everyone will gladly join to defeat the Clerics. “Would you be willing to provide that in writing?”
Seela chuckled. “Climb up on the table, we’ll begin the procedure.”
“Uh, no,” said Jouette, “I think I’m good here on the ground.”
No sooner had she finished that sentence when a thick ball of mud struck directly in her face. She barely had time to close her eyes and mouth but the force of the impact still knocked her prone and the mud spread all over. And it was painful. “Fine, …sorry, I’ll get on the table.”
Jouette positioned herself on the table, chest up. “You know, this is just my second time getting interrogated. …I’m kind of looking forward to it.”
“Interrogating?” said Seela, “no, you’re not getting interrogated. We ask questions of your other team members, you’re here only for my enjoyment –”
Jouette blushed.
“– well, that, and there’s a certain experiment I wish to perform on you but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Let’s begin.” Seela somehow found a cabinet embedded in the walls and opened it. Inside was a storage of various substances, as could be expected. Each girl was sensitive to a different kind of punishment. The first part of an interrogation usually consisted of covering the subject in various substances to see what she might react to. But… this was supposed to be something other than an interrogation.
Seela pushed two colorful fruit pies on both of Jouette’s cheeks. Jouette felt the mashed fruits mix with the mud and cover her head. No big deal. They did this for fun with the girls back at the Skyship. In fact, she should probably ask Seela for a recipe to prepare these pies. This felt even better than the pies the team prepared.
“As I expected, that did nothing. No energy loss whatsoever,” remarked Seela, “now let’s just do one more test before we move on.”
Jouette cleared enough of the pie from her eyes just in time to see Seela upend a bucket over her chest. Black slime poured out on her breasts and then flowed down her chest to her crotch and from there on the table. Jouette closed her eyes again and breathed heavily. The slime was inert but heavy and stimulating. Its contact with Jouette’s skin reawakened the pleasure spikes. Nope, Jouette was not good at resisting interrogation.
“Effective but you’re holding, good,” said Seela, “now we’ll proceed to the real experiment. Do you know the monster race known as the Eryii?”
Jouette shook her head, sending some of the mashed fruit on the ground and some into her hair.
“They are girls, but they don’t form a true nation and are not very numerous. Most importantly, they have a peculiar physical trait. Normally, as you know, when you climax, you get Exhausted. Your senses get more acute, you’re severely weakened and you’re unable to feel primal pleasure or excitement for some half an hour. That’s the way it’s with all of us. Except – not for the Eryii.
“When an Eryi girl reaches a climax, it tires her, but not to the point of Exhaustion. In addition, she can reach additional climaxes almost immediately. Yeah – I was surprised to learn this, too. Turns out, the Eryi record is four climaxes in the space of a single minute. Fascinating research. But the real takeaway is that we identified what causes this in the Eryii and can transfer this property to other girls.”
Jouette looked up to see Seela with another bucket. Seela reached into it and produced from it a fistful of thick yellow substance that she then started to rub on Jouette’s breasts. The substance was thick and unyielding, it took quite some effort from Seela to make sure a sufficient amount was spread over Jouette’s chest. Then she moved to other places.
“This substance uses a pheromone produced by the Eryii. We think it may confer some of their abilities on whoever is embalmed with it. Now, you’re our first test subject.”
“I don’t understand,” said Jouette, “this Eryi ability, it seems quite useful. Why don’t you use it on your own warriors rather than on me?”
“We considered that,” said Seela as she rubbed the yellow substance into Jouette’s long hair, “but it comes with a downside as well. Even as you are protected from Exhaustion, you are rendered more sensitive. You get primal pleasure out of nearly every touch, every contact of your skin with substances or with other girls, especially in the minutes after a climax. In battle, this may cause you to climax way earlier than you normally would. Granted, a climax won’t completely eliminate you from combat as it usually does, but it still weakens you and with the Eryi ability, you remain vulnerable to additional stimulation.
“Which reminds me that you’re probably recovering from your earlier climax, aren’t you? Well, we can fix that real quick.” Seela made a gesture and a stream of mud generated from her hands hit Jouette’s crotch, already entirely covered by the Eryi substance. Jouette was always sensitive and regardless of whether the Eryi substance already worked, she couldn’t hold up. She immediately started to moan and climaxed after only a few seconds. When the pleasure from the climax cleared, the sense of smell kicked in and reminded her that underneath all the yellow gunge, she is still covered with darkmud.
“So, in conclusion,” said Seela, “we’re not yet sure if it’s beneficial so we’re not risking it on our girls. Unfortunately for us, we don’t even know whether the Eryi substance works and if it does, it won’t take effect for eight hours, at which time, I assume, you’ll be returning home. No matter. We’ll see it when we next meet in battle. Now I’m going to turn you around.”
Her frontal parts covered, Jouette was flipped over and Seela spread the yellow substance over her back. “After I’m done with this, we’ll bind you to the table and leave you here until you teleport to the Skyship.”
“That’s… uh… nice of you.”
“I think so, too,” nodded Seela.
“Wait,” said Jouette, “this Eryi thing… how long does it last?”
“We don’t really know, but we suspect it’s permanent.”
“PERMANENT?! You mean, I’ll be so susceptible, …, so sensitive for the rest of my life?!”
“Oh, loosen up, Jouette,” said Seela as she massaged the yellow gunge on Jouette’s bum, “it won’t be so bad.”
“YOU DON’T CAUSE PERMANENT CHANGES! It’s… it’s forbidden!”
“You’re still thinking in terms of your game with other nations. We’re not playing a game. We’re doing war. But you shouldn’t be scared. We have a reversal substance as well. So if you want to get rid of your new ability, just come to us, and after a few dozen climaxes, we’ll change you back.”
“…a few dozen climaxes?”
“Well, we do have to get data from this experiment. And… we’re done. Now we’ll just lock you up to the table and… I wish you a good six or so hours. Say hello to your Princess for me.”
As Seela said, she did. She turned Jouette face up again, locked her arms and legs with the table’s instruments to prevent her from moving about, then she turned off all lights and left.
And so, Jouette remained in the dark, silent room, feeling the weight of the yellow gunge on her body. At first, it was not doing anything. But then she felt its weight decrease. Some of the gunge was moving off her body, some of it was somehow evaporating and some of it… well, some of it was merging into her skin. She felt like her breasts’ size increased slightly but that might just be imagination. She couldn’t see them, at any rate.
When her Exhaustion fell off, she tried to get out of the table’s manacles but failed. No, she would not be escaping. And given how many Clerics captured them, it was unlikely she would get rescued before her recall beacon triggered.
As the eighth hour approached, Jouette felt arousal rise within her again. Why? She… she was naked in a dark room, her body covered with mud, pies and gunge, yes, that could account for it, but perhaps, perhaps the Eryi substance really worked? That would be a disaster, Jouette was already too sensitive before, she could not afford to be even more vulnerable, especially not when she worked on the front lines. She would need to do something about it. An expedition to retrieve the anti-substance? Too risky. Acquiesce to Seela’s tests? Brrr… and there was no guarantee she would keep her word. Perhaps the scientists at the Skyship will help. In any case, she’ll be back home. She deserves some rest after this.
In some senses of the word, anyway. The mission she had led failed utterly. Not only did they not recover the Staff of Stripping, but they delivered it to their enemy, lost a flying vessel, sensitivized Jouette and the enemy got some six hours of interrogation out of the other team members. The Princess was rather kind, perhaps she would forget Jouette and not punish her…
…oh no. No, no, no, no. …They really shouldn’t have played that gunging prank on her. Well damn.
Eight hours elapsed, the beacon activated and Jouette disappeared from the dark room in a blinding flash of light.
(originally posted on Christmas of 2015)
The year ends and a Ceasefire spell prevents any real battles from taking place. It’s time for the heroes of the Skyship to stay at home, relax, have some fun and tell stories of their most embarrassing exploits.
The Great Skyship was whirring softly, floating over the snow-covered forests of its domain. It was the time of the Winterbreak, a weeklong celebration at the end of each year when each nation allowed their girls to have fun, in whatever way they wanted. There were no duties for anybody during the Winterbreak.
Even though the nations, and especially the Darkmud Clerics, might want to use this to gain advantage in battle, this was not possible. At the beginning of each Winterbreak, the mages of the Sacred Temple cast a powerful spell, “Ceasefire”, that prevented all girls from using their attacks against other nations’ girls or to penetrate in their territory. It was a time of relaxation.
Jouette entered Daina’s apartment aboard the Great Skyship and immediately received a large cake in her face. It split into pieces, some of them slowly dripping off her face and chest. She felt a hand gently grab some of the cake from her face and push it into her one-piece swimsuit. When the hand moved several such pieces, it moved over her chest, spreading the cake all over inside the swimsuit. Thankfully, she didn’t put it all the way to Jouette’s crotch. They were still unsure about the extents of the workings of the Eryii skin. “What are you doing, Daina?”
“I’m punishing you. Aila and Alrae have already arrived. You are late.”
“I’m two minutes late! And it’s not like we have a military briefing or something, we’re just having a slumber party!”
“I guess you’re right… I just had this cake ready and wanted to do something with it… can you forgive me?”
“Of course, Daina –”
“Cool. I also have this mudcake ready!”
“A mudcake –?” Jouette did not even start to remove the cake from her face when another hit her. Its thick mud stuck to her skin, and Daina chose to also massage it into Jouette’s hair and spread it over her neck and shoulders. Jouette smiled. It was a slumber party with her best friends. What else should she have expected?
She wiped the cake and mud from her eyes and mouth and followed Daina into her living quarters. Daina was one of the highest ranking girls in the Skyship military and could afford a spacious appartment. The living quarters were simple, a floor covered with artificial grass, some closed cabinets and a controller console set in the wall. Aila and Alrae were also wearing swimsuits, albeit two-piece ones. Alrae, of course, wore a green one. She never changes color. Daina wore only her very simple underwear, white knickers and a bra.
Jouette smiled at her teammates and sat down in the grass. It felt nice. Jouette couldn’t afford grass for herself and only had metal tiles. “So,” she said as she started to remove the food and mud from her face, “what are we going to do today?”
“I was thinking,” said Aila, “that we could go to the Skyship’s training circuit. We can get quite dirty there and it’s fun!”
“No,” said Alrae, “we can go use the training circuit in our work time. We should do something less common, more leisurely.”
“How about a group nude shower? Granted, there’s not a lot of mess, but I bet it could be quite fun.”
“No. Again, too common. Though I’m liking the idea. We’ll have this group shower sometime, say, next week?”
Jouette nodded, “sounds good to me. But what do we do now?”
“We could put Alrae in the stocks and finally punish her for how she abandoned us at the Hot Pool.”
“Oh please,” said Alrae, “mess up a girl in the stocks? What original activity are you going to come up with next? Maybe we should participate in a TV show with messy forfeits? Start up a swimming club that secretly performs gungings every week? Lock two girls in a storage room of a food store?”
“Yeah, that was a bad idea, I guess…”
“We should play the Best Friends Challenge,” Daina joined the conversation.
“The Best Friends Challenge? Did you not just hear what I said about originality?”
“It may be common in other nations and beyond the world, perhaps, but you do know that we’ve never played it here on the Skyship. The rules are like this: a person asks the others a question, usually about her past. Everybody who knows the answer raises her hand. Whoever doesn’t know the answer gets messy. Whoever raises her hand, is chosen, but answers incorrectly, gets very messy and we tear down her clothes.”
Jouette washed herself completely, to be on equal footing with the other girls and soon they were ready to begin. She was the least experienced of them all so they let her begin. “During my first battle against a Swampgirl,” Jouette asked, “what caused me to lose?”
Daina’s hand was the only one to shoot up, “you tripped over a root and fell into a puddle of mud. It surprised you so much that the emotional damage was enough to make your clothes disappear. The Swampgirl then piled up a hill of mud in your crotch which was somehow sufficient to make you climax. If I remember correctly, the Swampgirl then played bongo on your buttocks for another twenty minutes before a teammate rescued you.”
Jouette blushed, “…yeah, but it was one of my first fights!” She went over to the cupboards and brought out two jars of baked beans which she then emptied into the two girls’ panties. Alrae squealed and sit still, so as to make the beans move about as little as possible. Aila, however, just giggled and pushed the beans around her crotch herself, enjoying the sensations as she distributed them evenly around the space in her panties.
“Now it’s my turn,” said Aila, “what color is my favourite and why?”
Jouette and Daina raised their hands, albeit slowly. “I pick Jouette.”
“Your favourite color is… blue, I think? Because there was this one battle a few years ago where the rest of your team was already Broken or Exhausted and you were tired already, too, so you just summoned magic at random and a blue stream of gunge fired from your hands directly in the enemy’s crotch and broke her in one hit. I think you even got some kind of official reward for that?”
“Yep,” nodded Aila, “the Medal for a Lucky Shot.” Aila got up, some of the beans from her swimsuit dropping down. She came over to the window and opened it. Immediately the cool winter air entered the room. “What are you doing, Aila? We’re hundreds of meters off the ground.”
“Oh,” she answered when she closed the window, “I was just grabbing some snow to put in your swimsuit.”
“S… snow?” Alrae stumbled, “that’s not in any of the cupboards… not really what we agreed on it, is it? You can’t -”
“Quiet, Alrae, sit,” commanded Aila and pulled her panties away from her body. The beans were still pooled together in one place. Aila dropped the snowball she recovered from the windowsill into the pool of beans, then let go of the panties and gave them a few squeezes, mixing the materials and spreading them around. Alrae squirmed, “aah. It’s hot and cold at the same time!”
“Yes, well, we have to enjoy winter while it lasts, no?” said Aila, “but I suppose snow doesn’t really count as mess, does it? I’ll remedy that.” And she generated two cream pies which she smashed on Alrae’s cheeks and then smeared over her face.
“It’s not my fault you don’t share you old stories with me,” she whimpered, “but now it’s my turn!”
Alrae wiped the cream from her eyes and mouth and asked her question, “When a dryad issues a command and you disobey, what factors determine the probability with which you will be punished?”
“That’s not a personal question!” complained Aila, “that’s a knowledge question. Not all of us are such nerds to learn pointless trivia.”
“Then…” she blushed, “… what happened during my first encounter with a dryad?”
All three raised their hands. “Does everyone know?!”
“Well, it is a funny story.”
“Fine, I choose Daina. Just say it… non-embarrassingly.”
Daina smiled, “you triggered a minor quicksand trap set by a dryad during a routine exploration. You were just about to escape when the dryad commanded you to stop. Back then, you did not pay much attention to studying theory and your knowledge of monsters came often from superstitions of civilians. You thought, I think, that a girl who disobeys a dryad’s command will Break? No, no, it was worse. You thought disobeying caused some form of permanent change, perhaps that you would lose your hair, or stink forever or would be discharged from the military, something like that. So you told yourself that you would obey all commands to be safe. And the dryad figured this out and started to give more and more absurd commands.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“I’m not done! So first she had you submerge in the quicksand completely, then she watched you as you slowly struggled out. When you finally escaped, you had to jump into a pool of freezing water. While you were shivering, you dropped all items of clothing you were wearing so you were glad when the dryad ordered you to jump back in to the warmth of the quicksand. In fact, when the dryad told you to struggle out again, that’s the first time at which you contemplated refusing a command because you were enjoying the mud that much.”
“I had been in freezing water!”
“Yes, I’m sure that was it. The quicksand moving around your open crotch and breasts surely had nothing at all to do with you wanting to stay there…”
“Daina!”
“Okay, moving on. The dryad summoned a few pies and placed them on her own bum. She then told you to lick them off which you did, and it seems you were enjoying it, even –”
“OKAY! That’s enough. I told you to say it non-embarrassingly. Let’s move on to the next round!”
“I’m curious,” said Jouette, “how did you get rescued in the end?”
“I… didn’t,” mumbled Alrae, “eventually the dryad just started laughing and told me to go home. I looked it up then, that greater commands (that are more difficult to obey) carry a lesser chance of punishment. And all the punishments are light, in any case…”
“Now it’s my turn,” said Daina, “How did I earn my first promotion in the Skyship military?”
“Oh, I know this one!” shouted Jouette, even before letting others raise their hands, “it’s when you came to help me at the pools of the Travertines. It was my first training mission but it went wrong. The Wetgirls had hidden in the Travertines that we normally use as an obstacle circuit and ambushed me. But then you came at them from behind and after a brief skirmish, all the Wetgirls were involuntarily bathing in the gluey white substance which they obviously couldn’t get out of. I remember we then sat at the edge of the white pool, teasing them for the whole 8 hours they took to recall. It was actually there that I first met you.”
“Close, Jouette, but no, I actually received my second promotion for that act.”
“Wait, what? No!” said Jouette, “that can’t be… I can’t have answered incorrectly!”
“Oh yes, you have. I earned my first promotion by scoring high on a written test,” Daina smiled, “you have answered incorrectly. So let’s get this swimsuit off you.”
Jouette held on to her swimsuit but of course that was futile. The girls had no need to pry it off her body. The rules allowed them to get Jouette as messy as they wanted and eventually, the damage from the substances would destroy the swimsuit on its own. And so they started.
Alrae picked a plate with a dozen pies and pushed then on Jouette – in her face, on her hair, on her back and she smeared some of the pies even over her legs. The location did not matter much. Damage was cumulative and they did want to give Jouette a lot of coverage. Daina brought a tub of mud from another room but did not just let it fall on Jouette. Instead, she took it slow. She grabbed a handful of mud from the tub, slapped it on Jouette’s neck and moved it around. Then another handful, and another, and another.
By this time, Jouette was openly giggling. It’s one thing to be hit by mud and pies during battle where damage comes from girls you don’t know at all, and where failure has consequences. It’s quite another to let oneself get covered in the stuff by friends. With each new ball of mud on her shoulders and each new pie in her face, Jouette felt she was losing energy. But she didn’t care. This was awesome. Her friends weren’t punishing her, not really. They were playing with her, they were caring for her.
Jouette looked up and saw that Aila had used this time to generate some extraordinary food items. A tall pink cake in the shape of a heart. A jar of something that looked like honey but was slowly moving on its own. And many other smaller items. But Aila’s greatest conjuration was a rectangular piece of ice cream, two feet on every side, including height.
“Wow,” said Jouette, “you can do that?”
“I wasn’t sure,” blushed Aila, “and it’s difficult. I was saving it for a special occasion. …Would you consider moving yourself into it?”
“But of course,” Jouette giggled and jumped into the ice cream. That was the turning point. The ice cream splashed around and covered Jouette’s skin all over and dealt enough damage for Jouette’s clothes to finally crack. Her one-piece swimsuit disintegrated and Jouette gasped as she felt the ice cream envelop her breasts.
And then gasped again as she felt the substances touch her crotch. Her abnormal sensitivity would make this bad enough but now she had some form of the Eryii ability as well, and was covered in a triple layer of pies, mud and ice cream.
She came immediately.
Curiously, though, she didn’t feel Exhausted. She tried getting up and indeed, she was able to stand.
“You’re actually quite pretty now, Jouette,” said Daina, “you know, when the mud and such hides away most of your body.”
“Hey!” Jouette jumped on Daina but she evaded and pushed Jouette in the grass. Then Daina proceeded to sit on the Jouette’s crotch. Jouette squirmed and moaned and within seconds, she spasmed again and achieved her second climax.
“What’s happening to you?” asked Aila. “You should be asleep right about now.”
“It’s the Eryii ability… I’ll need to return to the Darkmud Clerics… so they can turn me back.”
“Are you kidding? This is awesome! You’re still feeling very happy when climaxing, even with this Eryii thing, right?”
“Yes…?”
And Aila sent her heart-shaped cake on Jouette where it splashed, parts flying onto her breats, parts bouncing off on Daina. “We can give you as much pleasure as we want, without having to wait!” Then Daina stood up and put Aila’s self-moving honey on Jouette’s most sensitive parts. This caused a reaction immediately.
Jouette was smiling even as the third climax ran through her body, causing within her untold pleasure. She had never before felt as good as this, covered in tons of substances, surrounded by her best friends and having just passed three consecutive climaxes. She was finally Exhausted. She didn’t top the record set by the Eryii but this was enough.
She looked at Aila who was now building a castle out of cakes on Jouette’s chest. She chuckled. Aila was so fun to be around sometimes. And she was right, it was actually kind of nice to have this ability during slumber parties. But – Jouette was a warrior and in battle, the Eryii skin was mostly a vulnerability.
“Jouette, I have a piece of good news for you, it’s good news for everyone, I think,” said Daina.
“What is it?”
“Just prior to Winterbreak, our teams have scouted out a location of another artifact. It’s just outside our territory so we can’t access it now but the Princess will order you to lead an expedition there once the Ceasefire ends.”
“Will I get to choose the members of the expedition?”
“It will be the four of us.”
Jouette smiled, “that’s what I would have chosen anyway. What is this artifact, though?”
“That’s the best part!” said Daina, “it’s the Regeneration Chamber, a box capable of healing damage, clearing substance, restoring clothes and most importantly… reversing permanent conditions!”
That was a concern for next week, however. This day, the girls would continue to enjoy their slumber party, playing through the night. It was the Winterbreak and the Ceasefire was guaranteeing peace. When it ended, they would need to return to battle, to do war, and to save the world from the menace of the Darkmud Temple.
But for now, they could just be having fun.
“Incoming grenade!” shouted Jouette and ducked behind the cover of a tree. The grenade exploded, throwing heaps of foam all around. Jouette’s cover was enough, only a few blobs of the foam fell on her legs, something she didn’t even feel. The Skyship girl behind the nearest tree didn’t end up so lucky, though. Jouette couldn’t even see her through all the foam. The grenade was absolutely full, it must have Broken the girl outright.
Jouette made a survey of the battlefield. It was just after the Winterbreak and a thin layer of snow covered the ground. Twelve Skyship girls, including her own group, were on the ground, mostly hiding behind trees, generating a gunge stream here and there. Two of them had already Broken. Against them, near the entrance to the cave with the artifact, were four Darkmud Clerics, hiding behind rocks. It was a slow combat, neither side willing to expose themselves to enemy fire. The Skyship team had an advantage: they had two flying vessels floating just above the forest canopy, but their weapons, albeit strong, were difficult to aim. So far, all attacks had missed.
The Clerics probably weren’t alone, either. These were likely only protectors, guarding the cave mouth while a Cleric exploration group captured the artifact inside. Every second wasted here was another second the Cleric team had to find the artifact and get away. It’s time to end this.
Jouette ran out of the tree cover, summoned gunge in her hand and struck the nearest Cleric girl in the face. That surprised her alright. The girl stopped fighting immediately, blinded by the gunge covering her face. She reached up to clear her eyes. Jouette was aready one step ahead, summoning two pies on the girl’s breasts. Her jumpsuit held on, however, and protected her. The pies did not even touch her skin. Jouette started summoning additional substances but by this time, her enemies recovered from the shock and aimed at her. Immediately Jouette felt darkmud flowing onto her from all direction. Locked in a struggle against the girl, she couldn’t defend herself from the three others. Jouette had not expected to meet the Darkmud Clerics here, and was poorly equipped for the situation, wearing a bright blue two-piece swimsuit – perfect for exploring flooded caves but useless for fighting mud.
Mud struck her on the chest and in the back and on her hair. It was forceful, too, and sprang off and dark stains soon appeared all over her body. Jouette’s swimsuit held but provided her no protection from the smell. She was disoriented and her opponent noticed that. She finally cleared the gunge from her eyes and with a sweeping motion grabbed at Jouette’s swimsuit and tore down its upper piece. Already weakened from the mud, it shredded and left Jouette half-naked. The dark girl smiled and jumped at Jouette, throwing her on the snow and sat on her. Jouette gasped as the cold snow enveloped her bare back. Then the girl started summoning more material.
Meantime, Jouette’s friends from the Skyship used the opportunity. When the Clerics were focused on Jouette, they could not pay attention to the others, and the Skyship still had numerical advantage. So they rained fire upon the Clerics, each girl using whatever substance she was most comfortable with. A hail of mud, gunge and food descended on the Clerics, covering them substanstially before they assumed cover again. Two of them, however, could no longer return to cover. They were already Broken, lying on the snow covered with heaps of cakes and pies.
Then one of their flying vessels got its first successful hit – the ship emitted a heavy stream of clay and hit the girl sitting on Jouette, straight in her back. The impact imbalanced her and she fell over on Jouette, their faces touching. Jouette knew what she had to do. She put her hands around the Cleric and pulled her in, pushing her into her own body. And then she kissed her, not letting go. Cold immediately left her body and was replaced by a pleasant warmth.
A kiss is hard to break. It evokes very pleasant sensations and even clever girls – who can put victory in battle above their own feelings – are hard-pressed to break it immediately. The Cleric girl was clearly shocked and disoriented. One moment, she was sitting on her victim, just about to Break her, and the next she is covered in mud, immobilized and kissing her.
Disoriented for just long enough for the flying vessel to align another strike and fire another stream of clay, this time less forceful and more mushy. It hit the girl again and covered her completely, the flowing mud moving everywhere on her skin. Jouette, on the other hand, was completely shielded by the girl and only minimal amount touched her body.
It was enough. The girl’s swimsuit exploded into pieces and she closed her eyes, Broken. Jouette broke the kiss, but the pleasant feeling did not stop. Quite the opposite, actually, the pleasure throbbing through her body gained in intensity. She looked down. Of course, Jouette’s breasts were now touching those of her enemy’s directly, both pairs unprotected by any clothing. And Jouette was covered in darkmud, lying in snow and more mud was dripping on her from her opponent’s body but she was strong. She should have been able to handle this.
She moaned, trying to shrug the pleasure aside. she pushed the girl aside and stood up, only to fall on her bum again. She could not evade this. She lay down and moaned again and then the spasms came.
But… she did not feel Exhausted. Of course. I still have the Eryii ability. It was actually kind of useful here. She could enjoy the pleasure of a climax without the shame of failing in battle. She stood up and saw that they had won. All four Clerics were Broken and her teammates were already tying them up to the trees. The Broken girls – all four Clerics and two on the Skyship side – would recover in half an hour, and then the Clerics will probably recall home.
“Well done, everyone,” said Jouette, “you did a good job.”
“We won thanks to your sacrifice, leader,” said Alrae, smiling, “here’s a spare bra for you.”
“Oh, thanks,” Jouette blushed and put it on after clearing the worst of the mud from her chest. “So here’s the plan. I, Aila, Alrae and Daina will enter the cave, quietly, and do two things: find and beat the Cleric exploration team, and find and acquire the artifact we’re looking for. The rest of you will wait here and guard the entrance just like the Clerics did. But be more careful. We’re in the middle of a forest so you could be ambushed at any time. Maintain vigilance. Any questions?”
The girls all understood very well and scattered, preparing defenses. Some of them were clearing the snow from around the cave, creating stocks of snowballs, others were generating stockpiles of food and some were washing mud and foam off the Broken girls.
Jouette and her group entered the cave.
Jouette moved forward, cautiously. As they walked on, the cave floor gave way to shallow stale water with a soft muddy floor. That was fortunate. They were all barefoot and the water and mud would muffle their steps. The Clerics won’t hear them approach, especially if they’re walking through water themselves. But Clerics were not what awaited them. Instead, the corridor ended in a stone door on which hung a silver plaque.
“What does it say?”
“It reads,” said Jouette, “to obtain that which is hidden here, you must pass the tests of water, of earth, and of memory.”
“There will be tests? Have any of you encountered this before?”
“It’s actually quite common,” said Daina, “I even helped construct a riddle dungeon aboard the Skyship. You should try it out sometime. It’s quite fun.”
Aila smirked, “for the player or for the spectators?”
“Both,” said Daina, “especially if you answer incorrectly. But you can choose to prevent spectators from seeing the more embarrassing parts of your punishment if you want to…”
“Okay,” said Jouette, “let’s get quiet again and move on. We must find the Clerics before they get to the artifact.”
She opened the doors. The corridor extended beyond them but how far, they couldn’t see, because the rain blocked their sight. Water droplets, fast and densely packed, dropped from the ceiling into the pooling water at their feet. It was very noisy – the Clerics didn’t stand a chance of hearing them now. The artificial rain was as heavy as a thunderstorm.
“I suppose we’re starting with the test of water.”
“It shouldn’t be much of a problem,” said Jouette, “we’re wearing swimsuits, and at least it will wash down some of the darkmud on my skin.”
Then she made a step, squeaked and quickly came back. “It’s cold!!”
“None of us can really provide any heating, Jouette.”
“…I know… okay…”
Jouette broke into a run. Goosebumps appeared on her skin immediately as the mud was washed away. She felt the other girls run behind her. The corridor twisted, as if to make this more difficult and the cave floor descended as they walked on, slowing their run and forcing them to spend longer in the rain. Just as Jouette was about to give up and turn back, she spotted the end of the corridor and a door. By the time they reached it, they were already up to their waist in water, and ankle-deep in the muddy floor. Jouette pushed the door open and climbed into it quickly without paying special attention. In the room beyond the door, it wasn’t raining.
“That’s worse than punishment from an ice dryad,” Aila shuddered as she climbed out of the water, “do we have time for a group huddle?”
The girls came together and interlocked their bodies, pushing themselves as much towards each other as they could, hugging tightly, until they were like a blob of flesh in the middle of the room. The warmth from their bodies multiplied and they started to feel better as the icy feeling slowly abandonded them.
A little too much better, Jouette thought. Then her eyes opened wide and she quickly disentangled herself from the girls. She fell on muddy ground and squirmed, suppressing the urge to climax. She turned her thoughts quickly to tactics, to strategy, to their upcoming test, to anything except for the beautiful bodies of her teammates hugging intimately. And she succeeded.
“We’ll get there, soon, Jouette,” said Daina, “and once you get rid of the Eryii skin, you’ll be able to enjoy yourself even in dangerous situations again.”
That was the crux of it. One might think that being more easily excitable would be pleasurable – and in private, maybe so – but in battle, a climax was always accompanied with the guilt of failure, the pleasure it caused only a prize of consolation.
“Let’s… move on,” Jouette whispered. They could see the next door from where they stood already but a giant field of mud of maybe a hundred feet blocked their way. The mud moved around, albeit slowly. That indicated there were undercurrents and for Jouette, this meant that if she dropped in, she would climax on the spot. “Ideas?”
“The Clerics had to get across somehow,” said Daina, “and in a way that doesn’t leave evidence.”
Alrae said, “I think I might be strong enough to set up a rope bridge between here and the platform with the next door.”
Jouette nodded and Alrae generated a few vine ropes extending all the way across the swamp. The ropes locked onto irregularities in the cave walls and a simple rope bridge was created. Alrae went first, walking barefoot on a low rope and holding a high rope with her hands. Step by step she moved across the mud. In the middle, the low rope nearly touched the surface but it held and Alrae jumped off at the other side. “Okay, come on.”
Jouette went second. When she was in the middle of the bridge, however, the low rope submerged a bit below the surface and a layer of mud covered Jouette’s feet up to ankles. Apparently Jouette was heavier than Alrae, or perhaps some of the mud from the battle still held on to her. She moved on anyway and arrived at the other side safely.
Aila went third. She, however, did not reach even the middle. As she approached the third of the way, a spider appeared out of nowhere and shot a full web at her. The girls cried out but Aila couldn’t understand them. Concentrating on balance, she did not even see the web coming. When it hit her, it wrapped around her multiple times, binding her arms and legs with her body together. She let out a scream as she fell into the mud face first.
Alrae and Jouette fired upon the spider immediately and destroyed it but the damage had been done. Aila had fallen, her arms restrained, and she was sinking into the mud. The field had a consistency of quicksand, if that – it would take little time for her to submerge beyond rescue. If they didn’t do enough anything fast, she would drown and thus would be instantly teleported into the Skyship’s Recovery Room, severely exhausted, as though she had used a recall beacon. The mission would have to continue without her.
“Stay where you are!” shouted Daina at the two other girls and jumped headfirst into the muddy field. She had guessed right, it was easier to swim through it than to attempt walk or wade. The mud moved and clung to her body but she made good speed and was able to reach Aila just after she submerged. She raised her head back above the surface and then quickly cleared the worst of the mud from Aila’s mouth, allowing her to breathe in.
“Thank you,” whispered Aila.
“Not just yet. We still have to reach the other side!”
Daina tried to tear down the web wrapped around Aila but she had no success. The mud was deep and she couldn’t give it her full effort without adequate support. So she flipped around on her back, put her hands around Aila’s chin and with careful strokes swam towards the other side of the room. At this point, they were both covered in mud entirely. Fortunately, it was safe, warm and pleasant to the touch. They reached the shore without further incidents and there Jouette and Alrae helped them climb up.
Once on solid ground, the girls tore apart the spider’s web. They also cleared the worst of the mud. Aila was still left with a black muddy skin but the weight of the mud on her was now imperceptible. They also remarked that Aila was now naked. The mud acted on her for long enough and she was unable to move, restrained by the web, which amplified the damage.
“We have no replacement clothing with us, I’m afraid.”
“It’s okay,” said Aila, “when it comes to combat, I’ll stay at a distance. We can move on to the next test.”
The girls walked the cave corridor for a little while only when they came to another room. It had the form of a semi-circle, with a dozen tall chambers lining the walls and a single elevated platform in the middle. On the platform was a stone throne and in front of it a table with many buttons, each annotated with several icons and a small screen.
The chambers were transparent, each contained a chair suspended over a pit of green slime. And over each chair was a container with a multitude of small openings concentrated over the top of the chair.
“Are these… gunge tanks?”
“Apparently yes,” Daina nodded, “combined with dunk tanks, no less. My guess is that we must each climb into one of the tanks, except for one girl who sits on the throne. The girl then solves a problem – if she fails, we get dunked; if she succeeds, we move on.”
“You’re probably right,” said Jouette as she examined the throne, “there’s instructions engraved here – look: Place your friends in the chambers, explorer! Then watch carefully what they experience. Know that all things are best experienced twice, so make sure they get them again, but the very same things and in the same order. And know that the more friends you place in the chambers, the easier the sequences will be and the less rounds you will need to play...”
“Sounds straightfoward. So who will sit in the throne?”
“I’m already fully covered and also nude,” said Aila, “and getting gunged more could hurt; I should probably get in the throne.”
“Yeah,” said Alrae, “but if Jouette gets gunged, I’m pretty sure we’ll hear her moaning throughout the entire test. And if we lose, it would surely Exhaust her.”
“Oh… yeah, you’re right. Okay, then, I’ll take the gunge, too.”
Each girl climbed into one of the chairs and closed the tank doors behind her. Jouette sat in the throne and pushed the start button. The screen in front of her lit to life and indicated that the first round of three would now begin.
She had just enough time to read it when the container above Aila opened and a yellow cube fell down, cracking against her head and covering her muddy hair and breasts with sticky gunge. Then a similar container opened above Alrae and another cube fell down but Alrae moved forward and the cube’s gunge splashed harmlessly against her back. Finally it was Daina’s turn and four jets of dark blue slime fired on her – from the back, from the front and from the sides. Her face turned from black to blue as the slime formed another layer of material on her cheeks.
The screen blinked and indicated it was Jouette’s turn to act. For each tank there was a series of buttons, each annotated with the type of attack and kind of substance. It was rather clear, actually. First Jouette pressed the “overhead cube” and “yellow slime” buttons on the set of buttons that controlled Aila’s tank. The screen confirmed her choice was correct and another yellow cube splashed onto Aila’s hair. Jouette remembered everything. Soon Alrae’s back got another layer of yellow and Daina was even more blue than before.
“This is strange, girls,” said Aila, “I don’t feel damaged at all.”
“You’re right,” nodded Daina as she wiped the blue slime from her face, “it seems this gunge is treated especially to have no effect. Which means we can get covered as much as we can and not feel weaker because of it.”
“That means I can stop evading it and… well, enjoy it?” asked Alrae.
“Yeah.”
“Okay, Jouette! Let’s start the second round!”
It was fortunate that the gunge was not damaging because the very first act of the second round was a heavy rainfall of red slime onto Alrae. She might have been totally clean before before but now one couldn’t recognize what her original skin color was. And the round continued. All kinds of gunge fell on the three girls, in various shapes and from various positions. Once a jet of slime fired from the pit below directly on the girls’ bums. This was especially hard on Aila who no longer had a swimsuit. The slime moved in her crotch and stayed there, stimulating her for the rest of the round.
Overall, the round consisted of eighteen actions split evenly among the three girls. They were all quite covered but excited and not acting at all like the dangerous situation they were in. Alrae was openly laughing, playing with the gunge on her body. Aila was squirming, trying to move slime away from her sensitive parts without accidentally triggering them herself. Only Daina just sat there, smiling. “Okay, Jouette, did you remember all of it?”
“…um, no…?”
“It’s okay, I think I did. First there was a full red shower on Alrae -”
“Yay!” shouted Alrae, extended her hands, closed her eyes and looked up at the dispenser. Daina’s memory was perfect, and the girls were all soon double-covered. Only Aila sat on her hands this time, to block the jet from below.
Jouette chuckled. She could hardly recognize the colorful blobs sitting in the tanks anymore. She pushed a button to start the final round. This time, however, the screen immediately showed her the third round was over, and that Jouette had won the game. An icon of an unlocked door appeared on screen, indicating the riddle was solved. Solved? But how? There were supposed to be three rounds…
Then Jouette heard three shrieks and looked up from the screen. The chairs had all retracted into walls, plunging all three girls into their pits below. Daina was wrong, after all. The pits weren’t a punishment for failing, they were the third round!
It’s a rather strong trap, Aila thought as she struggled to get out of the pit. The floor was a few feet deep under the surface. Even when she finally succeeded in standing up in the pit, she was still in up to her waist. She tried to climb out of the tank but it wouldn’t be easy. The green slime pulled her down. It was also warm and Aila enjoyed its touch against her legs very much. It wouldn’t be so bad if I stayed her a bit longer, would it? But then all the dispensors of the tank fired at once, spraying more slime everywhere. Aila shrieked and fell down again, submerging completely. When she got up, she did not hesitate anymore. She pulled with all her strength and fought to climb out of the slime and succeeded.
She was the last one out. The other girls were already shedding the green off their bodies. But the gunge wasn’t damaging, thought Aila, I think I’ll leave it on for now.
In a few minutes, they were ready to move on. A clean Jouette, two girls with a very colorful skin, and Aila, who looked now more like a monster than a girl.
They opened the door.
In the next room, they saw all they were looking for: The Regeneration Chamber, a portable box with a transparent window, just large enough to hold a single girl. Inside, a dark-skinned girl was bathing in otherworldly light. Besides the Chamber sat two more Clerics, one of them heavily covered in gunge and both of them muddy and nude.
Jouette smiled. There were three of them, in total, in a worse condition than Jouette’s group was, one of them was locked in the artifact, and Jouette had the element of surprise. “Attack,” she whispered.
It wasn’t even close to a fair fight. It took the girls only seconds to surprise and overpower the Clerics, extract the third one from the Chamber and smother her with overwhelming firepower. The chamber had indeed cleared all the mud off her but it did not confer any kind of shield. When Alrae tied them all together, the girl was already plastered in mud and pies once again.
“Get in there right now, Jouette,” said Daina, “it should not take more than half an hour. We’ll stand guard.”
Jouette climbed into the Chamber and closed the door. Immediately a bright light washed over her and she closed her eyes. She felt the water droplets on her body evaporate and what little spots of mud or slime there disappeared. She relaxed. Then she felt tingling all over herself. From her feet to her hair something was happening to her skin. Her swimsuit ruptured. Its cloth disintegrated. A new kind of warmth came over Jouette and she felt as though all of her ailments, no matter how minor, were cured. Then the light faded and Jouette opened her eyes again. She felt relaxed and full of energy.
“Hello, Jouette,” said Aila, “how do you feel? You were there for thirty minutes.”
“Thirty minutes?!”
“Yeah. Do you think it worked?”
“I think so. I feel better than ever before and I am totally clean so -”
“Let’s find out, then!” said Aila and picked up two cakes with intricate patterns of colorful frosting.
“You were supposed to be guarding the room, not cooking!”
Aila shrugged, “Daina and Alrae were doing a pretty god job. I thought you would be happy I made a cake for you. Look, there’s even a depiction of the Skyship in the frosting!”
“There is?”
“No,” said Aila and smashed the two cakes onto Jouette’s buttocks, spreading the material about. “I generated it thirty seconds ago. But the purpose of the cake was just to test the Eryii skin, anyway, …so?”
Jouette introspected for a moment, then smiled, “It feels good but… not too good! I think the Chamber worked!”
“Great!” said Aila, “that means I can finally hug you properly!”
Jouette was out of the Regeneration Chamber for mere minutes and now she was fully covered again. Aila hadn’t found the time or will to rid herself of all the gunge from the last test, perhaps waiting for this very opportunity. Jouette hugged her back. Finally, she could once again enjoy physical intimacy without going into overdrive within seconds.
And she was looking forward to the hot shower awaiting her back at the Great Skyship. Because now, she would again be able to get wet, without getting wet the other way.
Princess Noe of the Great Skyship entered the discussion chamber and all the spotlights turned on her immediately. She came last. Again. I really should work on my punctuality.
The representatives from the other nations were unimpressed. The Nymph chuckled — she always did — and the Succubus smirked, but the rest of them wore frowns. Noe looked at her watch again. Damn. She was late a full hour.
She attempted a weak smile in apology.
A deluge of black slime over her head was her answer. The slime covered her hair and flowed down her pristine chest and over her cloak. Noe’s ceremonial navy blue underwear repelled the slime, but her body was tarnished, her belly black and her cloak soiled. But that’s fine, I can recover from this.
She made to start speaking when another bucket of slime turned overhead, sending down blood-red slime on the back of her neck. It forced the collar of her ceremonial Skyship cloak to pull apart and the cloak dropped on the floor, exposing her back. The slime then colored Noe’s body dark red.
“I will forgive this… punishment,” Noe said, keep it together, “and I apologize to all of you for making you wait. I promise this will never happen in the future again.” Yeah, right. I wish.
She stepped up to the Skyship chair and sat on it. Curiously, she found it wasn’t booby-trapped in any way and relaxed.
Eight girls now sat around the table, each in a chair of a unique design matching the style of that girl’s nation. Noe’s chair was a sturdy metallic construct, well polished, tough and yet light, engraved with scenes of the nation’s victories and achievements.
The other seven girls just looked at her and did nothing. What? She raised eyebrows. What do you want? I did come. I did apologize. The Kissborn tapped on the table and a cream pie materialized and hit Noe in the face.
The cream penetrated into her nose and ears and she felt only the sweet fragrance of the food, her sight and hearing suppressed.
She pushed the pie out of her face and opened her eyes but the girls were still just looking at her.
Oh, right. I’m the only one who didn’t role call.
Noe stood up and uttered the expected line. “I, Princess Noe of the Great Skyship, official representative of the Skygirls of the Great Skyship, with the approval of the Administrative Council and the Heroines’ Court, stand ready to discuss and determine at this Council.”
She sat and the Kissborn rose to begin the meeting. Her name was Aurora and she was Noe’s arch-nemesis on this council. A pink-skinned girl dressed only in intricate knickers and a beautiful bra, as Kissborn were prone to do, but this one wore glasses, had short hair, and no breasts to speak of. When Noe first met her, she was surprised that a Kissborn that flat-chested even existed.
If only Aurora’s lack of chest size was her defining feature. No, that would be the fact that she was such an absolutely insufferable jerk and bully, especially to me. Both girls had long since forgotten what made them angry at each other in the first place, but it was a feud they’ve been at for years.
“Now that our princess finally deigned to grace us with her… terrible figure, this unscheduled Great Planetary Council of Jouette can commence,” said the Kissborn, “I thank representatives from all nations for coming here. The true war between the Great Skyship and the Darkmud Temple concerns us all, not just our ever-late friend, the fate of the Regeneration Chamber needs to be determined and I suspect that some of us have additional items they wish to present.” You bet. Such as “why would we even consider giving you the Chamber”, “could you all just send military help yesterday” and, most importantly, “why is it always me who gets gunged”.
“But before that,” the Kissborn said, “let me offer a welcome gift to all of you, a token of friendship from the Kissborn: moist cakes, expertly prepared by the most accomplished artisans of our nation.”
As she spoke, eight small black cakes appeared on the table before the girls, along with utensils. She wasn’t wrong, the cake did look enticing. Noe sniffed it, imagining how it will taste in her mouth. Deliciously. She made to pick up her fork but a hand came upon her head from behind her and pushed her into the cake.
Noe crushed it with her face and the hand further made Noe’s head roll around the cake until she managed to resist and clear her eyes. It was the Succubus. And she just sat there, next to Noe, devilish smirk on her face, acting as though nothing was wrong. Stupid Succubus. Her faceplant provoked more giggling from the Nymph, sitting in her wooden leafchair, clothed in a skirt and shirt of green leaves, wearing a leaf crown, with her frigging leaf-green skin, acting like an idiot. Stupid Nymph.
Noe picked up the Succubus’s cake with magic and stuffed it inside her shirt. Surprised, the Succubus placed her hands over her shirt which just crushed the cake and must have spread it all over her chest. Noe smirked, but then saw the Kissborn chuckle, too. I’ll give it to her. Noe took the Kissborn’s cake and smashed it right between her diminutive breasts.
“Please, stop this violence!” said the Wet Girl, standing up in her swimsuit from the inflatable pool that she had in place of a chair. “Lady Aurora of the Kissborn is the chairgirl for this Council, it is her turn to act, and it is the responsibility of all of us, including you, Princess of the Great Skyship, and you, Highness of the Shrouded Forest, to remain silent and passive when it’s not your turn to speak.”
Noe lowered her eyes and mumbled an apology. The Wet Girl was her favourite on this Council. She was the only one who actively stood against bullying her and she always presented reasonable arguments. Even if she wanted the Regeneration Chamber for herself. The Succubus, however, didn’t even acknowledge the Wet Girl at all. Stupid girl.
The Kissborn composed herself, flinging the cake from chest, “Well, Noe, I hope you’re looking forward to what happens to you during recess.” Noe gulped. “But, I thank the Wet Academy for their intervention and we shall continue.
She read from a paper, “The first item is the war between the Great Skyship and the Darkmud Temple. Princess Noe will present and then we will discuss and take decisions.
“The second item is the finding of the Regeneration Chamber by explorers of the Great Skyship. Princess Wie of the Wet Academy believes that the Skyship should give it up to the world as a common good and will present. Then we will discuss and take decisions.
“If any of you have any additional items they wish to add to the agenda, please do so now.
“The Kissborn have no items to add.”
The other girls around the table rose and spoke, one by one.
“The Wet Girls of the Wet Academy have no items to add.”
“The Nymphs of the Eternal Grove have no items to add, but we’d like to invite you all to the party we’re throwing next week. Oh, and the week after that. Oh, and it’s going to be a —”
Another girl cut her off and the Nymph sat down, slightly dejected. “The Mudborn have no items to add.”
“The Succubi of the Shrouded Forest have no items to add.”
Silence. Oh, it’s my turn.
Noe thought, but in light of the items already on the agenda and under the piercing gaze of the other girls, the thought of bringing up a topic such as “please stop gunging me” suddenly didn’t seem as enticing.
“The Skygirls of the Great Skyship… have no items to add.”
“The Swimmers of the Azure River have no items to add.”
“The Mermaids of the Blessed Rivers have no items to add.”
“Thank you,” the Kissborn said. “Now let’s beginning with the first item — the ongoing war.”
Again, all eyes on Noe. But this time, that was to be expected and she was ready. She had this speech memorized. I can do this.
“Thank you, dear friends,” Noe said from memory, “for agreeing to listen to me. Seven months ago, one of our explorers was captured in the Twilight Mud Mountain Range by a black-skinned girl of a nation we have since come to know as the Darkmud Clerics.
“This marked the beginning of our war with them, a true war. Don’t mistake it for the fun and play we all enjoy in our skirmishes. I look forward to the next All-Nations Festival and to the Nymphs’ famous mock battles during their parties as you do. But this is different. The Clerics do not abide by our rules. They break them.
“The Clerics violate the rules of war. They attack without declarations, they attack settlements that are meant to be safe spaces, they use traps and heavy weaponry, even against civilians. They don’t return territories, but drive people out and occupy them. Our negotiations with them fail.
“The Clerics violate the rules of safety. They applied the Eryii skin treatment on our explorers, causing permanent changes, they attack girls still protected by a Child Sanctity Barrier, and they use unknown ammunitions with long-lasting effects on the body.
“Most importantly, the Clerics keep expanding their territory and influence and keep gathering information about the world. Seven months ago, nobody even knew they existed. Now, they control half of the Skyship domain and encroach on domains of other nations. We have reason to believe that they wish to not only control the world but also conquer the Sacred Temple of the Ancients and possibly, even alter or annul the Playful Wars and FriendshipTreaty.
“For these reasons, we ask all nations of Jouette to come to our aid and join this true war, and I ask this Council to unanimously declare the Darkmud Temple as the enemy of the world of Jouette. Thank you.” Phew, I made it. Noe sat down, hoping to cover her trembling legs and nervousness. She looked at the girls. The Wet Girl applauded. The Nymph yawned. The Succubus kept her unnerving smile. But all the other girls looked pensive, even the Kissborn. Maybe Jouette was convincing, after all.
“I open the debate on this item,” said the Kissborn. “And I’ll begin. Noe, you said that ‘you have reason to believe’ the Clerics will attack the Sacred Temple. I admit that I’m very happy that you’re getting your ass kicked, but if the Sacred Temple is in danger, then we’d have to join the war. So, what is this reason? Why do you think the Clerics will attack the Sacred Temple?”
“I’d rather not tell,” said Noe, “but I don’t lie, you know that! Trust me!”
“Lady of the Kissborn speaks well,” said the Wet Girl, “this allegation that the Clerics plan to attack the Sacred Temple and even mess with the Playful Wars Treaty, the foundation stone of our Council and of our world, is extremely serious.
“The Wet Academy understands that the Skyship considers the war to be true and not playful, but, Princess of the Skyship, you realize that many of the infractions you listed are not prohibited by that Treaty. Attacking civilians and children, with heavy weaponry even, certainly is not nice and is not done among the Council nations, but only the Playful Wars Treaty applies to all girls in the world, and that treaty wouln’t be broken by that behaviour.
“This planned attack, however, would. But we should know for certain before acting. How do you know that the attack is going to happen?”
“Well, you see,” said Noe, “I could tell you but I was really hoping I wouldn’t need to.”
“Aaaand now you have to!” said the Nymph cheerfully. “Ooh, I know, I’ll make you a deal.”
The Nymph stood up and moved behind Noe’s chair, then placed her hands inside Noe’s bra and squeezed her breasts. “You tell us the reason and I stop playing with your boobies!”
“What are you doi— gah!” screamed Noe. The Nymph was massaging her breasts at incredible speed. And not just massage, either. Dirt, even mud, seemed to condensate around her hands, and was already spreading around Noe’s chest from within her bra. Stupid Nymph abilities.
“But, you know,” said the Nymph, “this is more fun than the Council anyway, so by all means keep your secret. She pulled one hand from Noe’s bra and put it in her panties and went on stimulate her crotch. Noe knew it wouldn’t take long before mud started to accumulate in there as well. Hold it together. She’s just a Nymph. She’s stupid. She doesn’t know any better. Enjoy the groping, close your eyes…
“That is enough, Princess of the Eternal Grove,” said the Wet Girl, “it is true that we would like to learn how the Great Skyship came to possess this vital information but the Princess does not speak falsehoods. Her word is enough for the Wet Academy.”
“Not enough for us,” said the Succubus. “I want to know this very much. In fact, I think Noe ows it to us to tell us.”
“Yeah!” giggled the Nymph. Noe’s chest was now covered in a rather thick layer of mud so the Nymph tore down her bra. Nobody would see she was nude now, anyway. Except the Nymph, of course, who returned her full attention to Noe’s pert nipples. She even started suckling on them, not minding the dirt at all. Noe blushed severely. The Kissborn seemed to enjoy her humiliation. Oh, I will get you for this. I will get all of you for this. But she already knew she’d have to show them. She wouldn’t convince the Kissborn otherwise and she needed their support.
So when the Nymph put her fingers inside Noe, she relented. “I will tell you!”
“Aww,” the Nymph withdrew her fingers, “and I was having so much fun.” She gave each of Noe’s breasts a final kiss and then sat back on her chair, a frown on her face for the first time in the day. That won’t work, Nymph. I won’t feel bad for you. No. Won’t.
“The reason we have this information,” said Noe, “the reason is… We know because a former Cleric told us. One of our exploration groups became friends with a particular Darkmud Cleric who changed allegiance. Our information comes from her. May I present to you, Saya of the Great Skyship.”
A girl entered the discussion chamber. The ceremonial navy blue Skyship dress she wore didn’t mesh well with her brownish-black skin. Her hair was messy and pitch black, her body seeming to exude darkness. But her face showed she was not a terrible enemy. She was just a girl, like all of them, embarrassed and apprehensive.
“Um, hi everyone,” Saya said, “so, I used to be a Cleric, but then I met these skygirls and—”
The Kissborn, once past the initial shock, stood up so promptly that the table shook. “Seize her!” she said, “immobilize her and disable her! Guards!”
Two girls dressed in simple black greatarmor, up to now standing idly by the door, sprang into action. One of them kicked Saya on the butt and made her fall on the floor on her face. The other sat on her back and pinned her arms.
Rings of golden energy appeared around Saya’s legs and chest. One guard pulled her arms together behind her back and more golden rings appeared around her wrists and elbows. Then the rings grew smaller, binding Saya’s arms and legs together and constricting her chest. The other guard made Saya’s ceremonial robes disappear in a flash of energy and then tore apart her underwear. The golden rings around her chest made her breasts even more prominent now.
The guards then pushed a black pie in Saya’s face to blind her, picked her back up and stepped away, but they remained in battle stances, ready to attack Saya on any suspicious move.
“No!” said Noe, “what are you doing? She’s my friend!” Exactly what I was afraid of. Oh, I hope Saya will forgive me.
“You brought the enemy into our most important Council?!” said the Kissborn.
“She’s no longer an enemy. She’s a Skygirl.”
“Yeah, because giving someone a new title is all that you need to make her an ally.” the Kissborn quipped.
“So this is how information was leaked,” said the Succubus softly, nodding.
Noe thought she could hear Saya’s sobs under the black pie on her face. She couldn’t even cover her breasts or her crotch, her hands tied behind her back.
“Apologize, Aurora!” said Noe.
“I will when she proves she’s not a traitor.” said the Kissborn.
“Oooh, exciting,” said the Nymph, “can I play with this one, too?”
“Everyone, calm down, please” said the Wet Girl, “Lady of the Kissborn, this overreaction was unnecessary. A single girl is not a threat to this Council, even if she were still a Darkmud Cleric.
“That said, Noe, are you absolutely certain that the girl is no longer loyal to the Darkmud Temple?”
Noe now clearly heard Saya’s sobs. How dare they treat her like this. “YES!” she shouted. “I mean, yes, Princess Wie. Saya has been with us for two months now and she is already very good friends with several skygirls. She has my full confidence.”
“I’m still not buying it,” said the Kissborn. “Noe, I mean, you trust everybody. Whenever I tell you that I want to make peace with you, you always let me lead you straight into a humiliating trap. Face it, you’re not good at knowing who to trust.”
“Well, that’s different, Aurora!”
“If it’s that different,” said the Succubus, still with her evil smile, “then why are these chambers under attack from the Darkmud Temple right now?”
“What?” said Noe and the Kissborn.
“I can feel the battle raging just outside. They’ve already taken out most of the guards. It’s obvious, isn’t it? The Cleric tricked you and you let all of us be trapped by the Clerics’ attack. Or worse, maybe you’re in league with them.”
“You’re what?” said the Kissborn.
“No! You have it all wrong,” said Noe, “Saya wouldn’t do anything like that, she’s a good friend to us!”
The door opened and sounds of flying pies and balls of mud reached the chamber. A guard stood in the door. “Girls!” she said, “the building is under attack. You must evacuate immediately!”
Then she was hit from behind by a stream of heavy spheres of darkmud sprayed across her body. Her clothing disintegrated and she fell down on the floor. More doors opened, and this time, it wasn’t the guards. Dozens of black-skinned Darkmud Clerics poured into the room.
Many of them wore shoulder-mounted heavy weapons.They sprayed darkmud across the chamber, hitting every representative many times. Some girls attempted to fight back, but they were too surprised and the enemy was too numerous.
The representatives’ hits were parried, their substances dodged. In return, each girl was soon overburdened with stinking mud. The girls’ clothes vanished and they dropped on the floor one-by-one. The invading Clerics then took them to Climax: three Clerics per girl, touching them in the most private places, forcing them to come faster than they ever had. The Clerics didn’t want the girls to enjoy it, they wanted them disabled, perhaps even faster than they could activate a recall beacon.
Noe was lying on the floor next to the Wet Girl. They were both naked, covered in mud and several Clerics vigorously touched their breasts and had fingers inside them.
“Noe…” the Wet Girl whispered, “how could you…”
Noe couldn’t manage but a shake of her head. In a corner of her eye, she saw Saya suffer the same treatment as her, her sobs suppressed by her screams of discontent. Getting captured by the Clerics would be even worse for her, a traitor to the Clerics, than for the princesses.
In league with them. No, the Skyship wasn’t in league with the Clerics, and Saya didn’t betray the Skyship. But then, how did the Clerics learn about the Council?
Noe finally Climaxed.
Shudders of pleasure mixed with an acute sense of humiliation spread through her body and she knew she would soon pass out.
The last scene she saw, the Succubus was lying on the floor, naked and muddy like the rest of them, but awake and no Cleric attending to her, and still with that damn wry smile on her face.
I stopped writing the story of the Darkmud Incursion at this point, but I have many more stories taking place in the same world, with the same characters. You can find them on my index page.