Location: Persica's Castle 2
High Score: 3,180,015
Top High Score: 3,333,360
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A sunny day illuminated the beautiful, blocky kingdom of Chanterelle. Persica's Castle 2 sat on the edge of a vast lake, and oversaw the newly constructed village below. New homes in various shapes were organized haphazardly in front of the castle. The new real estates were made for Persica and Lord Shellie's allies to live in harmony. Some worked tirelessly near the mines, and wore adorable little headlight safety helmets. Others set up little competitions in response to Gamer's moniker.
All of the Lord Shellies' people integrated into the mix. Shellies and potentas helped the shroomans and yosauri anyway they could. Bobs and billies worked mainly in the mines, chumps used their muscles for carpentry, and sniffers busied themselves inside the castle. Even free-roaming babas and mollies turned up.
A new dawn of peace and prosperity was upon Chanterelle. The bulk of the population spread out on missions across Chanterelle, to inform the rest of the land of the successful marriage.
Persica leisurely made her way out the front castle doors. The raging sun glinted across her majesty. She wore a pink halter top that hugged her boobs up, as well as a flowing skirt that tickled her sandaled feet. Her bangles and bracelets, as well as the beads and accessories in her dreads, rattled with each step.
"Good morning, Queen Persica!" every shrooman yelped as she passed by. A few yosauri and shellies waved, and a small number of babas spiraled out of buildings or the ground to do the same. She bowed her head elegantly at all of them, but her mind was fixated on one thing.
Persica rounded the castle grounds and started down the stony path towards the lake. Samanthus's spaceship sat upon the beach. The shroomans brought scaffolding and springs to help Sam's maintenance work. Persica used one scaffolding ramp to reach the hatch into the ship.
The hatch swirled open and the inner platform raised up for her. She took it down and entered the cockpit. The monitors, readings, and sounds were all but quiet upon Persica's arrival. The only noise being made was Samanthus, who sat in the captain's chair. She tapped on a handheld tablet. She opted out of her battle armor, and instead wore a bright blue bodysuit that hugged her every curve and covered most of her skin.
When Persica lowered in, Sam beamed at her, "Good morn, Persica. What a pleasant beginning to a day."
"The pleasure is all mine, Sam. How are things coming along?" Persica stepped closer.
"All fueled up and repaired. Thanks to the resources from Lord Shellie's network, preparations were made simple. All we need to do is repurpose the lower deck to accommodate Gamer and his friends, and we can leave on your command," Sam laid the tablet down.
Persica settled into the passenger seat slightly behind Samanthus, "And you? I realize we have yet to spend quality time together since your return. Times are busy."
Persica offered a hand to hold. Sam took the hand, and their fingers hooked together. The bounty hunter said, "Optimistic, but tired. I can't recall the last time I slept properly."
"You can't be pushing yourself, Sam. Your body and spirit both need restitution. It always catches up to you."
"It's quite alright. I thought you may be spending a honeymoon with Lord Shellie. I'm surprised you found some free time to visit little ol' me."
"Gamer needed to speak with Lord Shellie this morning. It freed me up to come over. I wished to spend time with you," Persica cracked a smile. She traced her fingers around in Sam's hand. Both women stared into each other's eyes. A longing lingered.
"You sound like you missed me."
"I missed you."
"Is your husband okay with such heartfelt words shared?"
Persica rolled her eyes with sass, "We share Gamer, and previously, I spent nights with Marco. My desire for those I love is expressed physically. Lord Shellie understands that, and with Gamer's help, I think he is coming around to accepting it."
"Is that why Gamer's with him now?" Sam saw the common denominator.
"Probably," Persica playfully scrunched her nose.
"Well, I know I've missed this..." Sam brought Persica's hand up and laid her lips on the fingers. Their eyes stayed locked, gazing into each other's souls, as Sam bestowed the queen with a wave of goosebumps. And like a blackhole in space, they gravitated their lips together. The first embrace, warm and passionate, lasted the longest. A gesture of baited absence. Sam framed her hands across Persica's face and increased the kiss count. Their lips danced and parted with delicate passion.
Persica moved from one seat to another; she straddled Sam and weighed her body into the bounty hunter's. The two women explored their fiery adoration with cinched hands and breathy moans. The zipper on the front of Sam's bodysuit lowered more and more with Persica's feverish exploration. Her breasts were on the verge of exiting the suit's atmosphere.
A knock came from the top hatch, and spooked both women out of their oral orientation. They waited a minute before another knock came. Sam weighed the importance of answering and the firm grasp she had on Persica's hips, "How about we ignore it? We are busy working, after all."
Persica denied with exasperation, "No, we should answer. If it's Gamer, and he comes in on his own while we're in the throes of divine experience, he'll do everything in his power to join us."
"But he knows my preferences," Sam noted as if it were a deterrent. She allowed the central platform to raise up and let in whoever it was.
Persica made a doubtful expression, "Trust me, he doesn't care. He's quite persistent...and persuasive."
The platform lowered and allowed in the visitor. Indeed it was Gamer, but he wore the exact same bikini top and skirt outfit Persica had on. He also changed his hair to match hers, but kept everything else about himself the same. He wore an overconfident expression and spoke with a New Yorker accent, "Aye, yo, it's me, the friggin' princess!"
The platform lowered all the way and he came face-to-face with a bewildered Persica, "Gamer..."
He broke character, "What are you doing here?!"
"Why are you wearing my clothes?!" Persica asked a more important question.
"I'm feeling sexy," Gamer turned it around and hit 'em with an e-girl pose and face.
Persica gripped the bridge of her nose, but Sam busted out laughing. Even her laugh was sexy, "How flattering."
Gamer picked up on Sam's loosened bodysuit, the flustered queen, and the sexual tension between all of them. He read the room, "Ah, I interrupted. My apologies."
To Persica's surprise, the crossdresser tapped on the platform and prepared to go up. The queen held a hand up to stop him, and asked, "I thought you were spending the morning with Lord Shellie. Whatever happened to that?"
"Ah, that...I wanted to find out from the dictator if there were any big hunts we could go on before speeding off into space. He seemed to have plenty of connections with other baddies. However, in the middle of me convincing him while on my knees, child care showed up," Gamer removed the fake dreads and pointed a thumb at the window.
The girls peered out to see a roaming band of molly mounds. Mandy popped up every so often, but due to blindness, couldn't see a thing. She and her gang continued like sharks in the water.
Persica gave him pity, "A genuine response, if not a bit irresponsible."
Sam saw it differently, "You are quite popular, Gamer. You have given so much time to so many on Chanterelle."
"I can allocate some extra time for us..." Gamer wiggled his eyebrows.
"Your ventures for Sam's affection will end only in disappointment," Persica reinforced. She and Gamer fought one another with glares of envy. Persica childishly mouthed, "I'mma down on her."
"Actually, Persica, I don't mind spending some time with Gamer..." Sam smiled sweetly.
"Audible gasp!" Persica gawked and deflated.
Gamer remained lax, casually sniffed, and asked for a moment. He got the platform to raise him out of the ship. The ladies heard a resounding 'YEEES' echo across the blocky land. When the platform lowered back in, he struck a pose with cool demeanor. He nodded, "Let's do this."
Sam raised up from her seat and sauntered over to Gamer. He prepared for the galactic lips to touchdown on his. He puckered, but only felt air blow by. Sam walked past him and headed for a workbench with schematics. She tapped on the surface, "I'd like to get our hero's opinion on some changes we need to make. Nothing sexual, of course."
Gamer tipped over like a checkmated king, and Persica giggled at her friend's tease. The queen helped the fallen king up, and Sam clarified, "You've seen what the dark recesses of space produce. Ripley was a notorious force, who wrangled the worst scum of the cosmos together. Terrifyingly enough, there are plenty more horrors out there."
"I just need anything that packs a serious punch. Not Gamindorf levels of hard, but Marco-tier challenges," Gamer provided her his baseline. "I'm close to meeting the Total High Score. Technically, anything will really do."
"That helps me narrow options," the spacefarer checked charters and maps. She covered up or marked out a few systems and planets. When Gamer showed interest in any of them, she warned, "We will not be the only ones on the spaceways. There are those who could destroy my spaceship in a matter of seconds."
"Are they giant robotic cuttlefish, by any chance?"
"I'm more concerned about an eldritch entity of pink color and infinite hunger. That Which Consumes is a planet-destroyer. Like I said, we need to choose wisely."
"Oooh, pink," Persica's eyes flashed with interest.
"How about I just trust you with the navigation? I'll go with the flow and adapt. You're the expert," Gamer shrugged and absolved himself from the exploration part of the game.
Sam's smile warmed their hearts with maternal security, "Very well. I'll take care of you."
"Mommy! Mommy!" Gamer immediately made himself and his voice smaller and cuter for a moment. He flailed his short arms up like a child needing attention. Persica tugged on his shirt to keep him from smudging her friend with his lecherous mittens.
"You really are persistent. Maybe I should indulge your desire..." Sam abandoned the maps and strutted over to a shuttered wall display.
"Audible gasp!" Gamer and Persica twinned, one with hope and the other with shock.
Sam flipped a switch on the side of the shutters and they opened. The shutters slid up to reveal a wall mount of various sex toys. Alien dildos, nebulous living tongues, and funky strap-ons were lined up like a gun collectors' walls. Sam removed a container of lube from the side and held it up. It sparkled like a disco dance floor, "As long as you continue calling me mommy."
"Say no more," Gamer and Persica twinned again, one with absolution and the other with surrender.
"Gamer!" a gruff, draconic voice boomed from above the ship.
The central platform raised up and brought down an infuriated Lord Shellie. The dragon lowered in with crossed arms and a cross expression. Flames angrily stewed in the corners of his mouth, while his muscular body pressed against the spiky straps and bands. Seeing her husband distraught, Persica rushed over to check on him, "What's the matter, pookie bear?"
"Gamer! That's what! Where is he?" Lord Shellie growled through his maw. They all checked the previous spot Gamer was in, but he no longer resided in the ship. Instead, a Gamer-shaped hole was made in the hull of the ship. Gamer had escaped. While the damage to her ship distracted Sam, who could only ask the analytic question of how the fuck, Lord Shellie stomped, "That bastard! He led me outside saying that he had plans for a casino layout, and then the next thing I know, mollies are popping up everywhere demanding I give Gamer back. It took me forever to shake those naked mole rats off! I'll kick his ass!"
"No, seriously, how did Gamer do this? I'm...I'm so confused..." Sam needed answers. The hole went against the laws of physics.
"I'll take him to bed and make him pay!" Lord Shellie stomped about in a fury.
Persica watched in contemplative silence. The way Gamer riled them up reminded her of their first meeting, Gamer's victory over Marco, the chaotic chase with Asterion, and the crazy events in the mollie's forest and Ouija's mansion. The man had an effect on people, and it caused the queen to cover her face with a hand. It slowly came, but try as she might, she couldn't prevent it. She started to laugh. She busted a gut, and it caught the other two's attention.
"What's so funny?" Lord Shellie asked. Persica's reaction completely removed him and Sam from their current state of mind.
Persica reined in the gut-wrenching, and then sighed with a smile, "I do believe it is his love language. A mischievous spirit with a heart of gold. In these times, it is best to relax and punish him later."
"How am I supposed to relax?" Lord Shellie harumphed.
Persica stepped over to the sex toy display and removed one dildo and one strap-on. She swiveled around with the most Gamer leer either NPC had ever seen on the queen. Sam, still horny from the make out, smiled with perverse intent at the lord. A nervous, but curious smile spawned on Lord Shellie's reddened face.