A Mile in Her Slippers Pt 21
by Neoraichu
This story is rated 'M' for Gratuitous Kink. Timmy/Tina(?) X Vicky (18 year old). Wanda X Cosmo too. There's someone else, too. Love is complicated, no?
WARNING: This is a strange tale, so READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
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And thus did the world become schooled in the Fairyworld of Fairycraft, and did they groove upon the game world that was imposed upon them. The world changed as no one really perished, nor did anyone really starve. Millions of people were simply transported to a 'graveyard' upon their demise, and then suffered a small period of resurrection 'sickness'. War became pointless as no one could truly win any longer, as no one could do more than defeat the enemy for 'points'. Furthermore, the scourge of poverty was eliminated as anyone could become wealthy by simply performing 'quests', and there was no more disabled people, as that was not allowed for. Of course, only those who purchased all of the expansion sets could truly achieve power in the world, as they could achieve the highest levels and the best equipment. So as in the game, there was tiers and groups of elites who felt they were better than everyone else. No one's perfect.
While the fairies were distraught at the unnatural nature of the new world, the anti-fairies were more used to the endless parade of pointless violence in the name of advancement and accumulation of wealth and power. They seemed to understand that the anti-fairy monster were simply constructs that re-spawned with alarming regularity and could appear virtually anywhere on the Earth regardless of their level of power and the danger they represented. The real anti-fairies were pleased that the anti-fairy monsters also existed to attack any 'goody-two-shoe' who happened to come by regardless of whether or not they had any chance of winning.
The people in the know lined up to enter DUNGEONS, where one battle epic monsters and BOSSES for the greatest and most valued treasures. DUNGEONS were grouped by increments of 10, and the lowest level DUNGEONS would not allow anyone less than 20th level to even begin to enter them. And even then, groups were required so that no less than 3 went it. Severe preparations were required if anyone seriously hoped to succeed in a DUNGEON. A million people trained harshly and with great dedication as they waited for their chance to enter the nearest DUNGEON instance.
Thus so we come upon Timmy and Cosmo, who were looking to form a Delving Party so that they too could exploit the nearest DUNGEON Instance in search of treasure and better equipment.
"Darn," said Timmy, "It looks like Chester and AJ are already in delving parties. Who else do I know?"
"Well," mused Cosmo in his droning tone, "We know Wanda and Vicky and Tootie and Timmy's Mom and Timmy's Dad and Jorgen and Mister Crocker and..."
"Wow, that's a lot of people I don't want to know. Well, Jorgen wants me to talk to my other half, Tina Turner. A dungeon party sounds as good an excuse as any. I only half expect a reply, though." Timmy opened the Social Interface and sent a Delving Party invite to Tina Turner.
"That's a good idea, Timmy."
Much to his surprise, the invite was accepted in a matter of seconds.
"Well, that's surprising," admitted Timmy.
Then she teleported to Timmy along with...
"Vicky the evil babysitter," muttered Timmy under his breath.
"Well if it isn't Timmy, the little twerp," muttered Vicky back, "Do we have to group with these losers, Tina love?"
"They're the best players we know," replied Tina, "so they're our best chance of succeeding."
"I hate it when you're right," replied Vicky.
"Try not to slow us down, Vicky," gloated Timmy, "and I shouldn't have to tell you that you ain't no baby sitter here." Timmy giggled at Vicky, making her growl. "And we're not in a Player-versus-Player Zone either, so don't even think about attacking us."
"Twerp," muttered Vicky.
"Sticks and stones," said Timmy.
"I got your sticks and stones right here," she replied.
"We haven't got all the time in the world," interrupted Tina. This made Vicky suddenly fall quiet.
"Now who else can we add?" asked Timmy.
"I can't believe it," said a voice from nearby, "I thought I was going crazy sensing two Timmys, but this is just beyond nuts."
"Tootie..." said Timmy and Tina as one.
It was the older Tootie to be exact. The one who Frenched Tina earlier in the dressing room and attempted to cop a feel in the process.
"TOOTIE?" asked Vicky with a scowl, "Was that really you back in the store?"
"It was," she answered, "I have my own anti-fairy, and she granted me a more mature, sexier, and older body. Now I can compete with you for Tina and Timmy, the two sides of my true love."
"What are you babbling about, you little twerp?" growled Vicky.
"If you can't figure that much on your own, why should I lift a finger to explain it to you?"
"TOOTIE!"
"Sticks and stones, big sister."
"You wanna be in our delving party?" asked Timmy.
"Wild asses couldn't keep me away," she replied with a smile.
So Timmy added Tootie to their delving party in spite of the stink eye from Vicky.
"I can see that Tina is a Priestess and Vicky is a Scoundrel," observed Timmy, "So what are you, Tootie?"
"I'm a Beast Lord," replied Tootie proudly.
"Wow," said Cosmo, "There's not many of them around."
"It's a hard class to master," explained Timmy.
"And I can see that Timmy is a Warrior and Cosmo is a Wizard," mused Tina.
"I guess that makes us a pretty well balanced team," observed Tootie.
"I wish Wanda and Poof were here with us," said Cosmo with a slight pained tone in his voice.
"Well that's easy to fix," said Timmy, "I wish that Wanda and Poof were here in our team."
"You got it, Timmy!" cried Cosmo happily as he raised his wand. *POOF – join group*
"Cosmo!" cried a surprised Wanda, "What are we doing here?"
"Timmy wished you here, sweetie pie... D'uh!"
"It looks like our Delving Party is full now," added Timmy, "We could even form a clan if we wanted to. We'd just exceed the minimum number of members by one."
"I'd never join a clan of twerps," scowled Vicky.
"Well I would," said Tina evenly.
"TINA!" shouted Vicky, doing her best to sound wounded.
"Well it's true. Timmy is the most experienced player we know."
"That doesn't mean we have to get along," replied Vicky.
"I wish you would try," begged Tina.
"Oh..." moaned Vicky, "You're not playing fair, Tina Turner! I'd do anything for you and you know it."
"Sometimes you have to play along to get along, sweet Vicky."
"Still not fair."
"Oh, I'm sure we'll survive."
"I feel odd," said Wanda, "like I'm not pregnant."
"No one's pregnant in a game," said Timmy, "but I think that must mean your pregnant form, as it were, must be in some computer's memory somewhere."
"That's good," she replied, "because I can't think of how distraught I'd be if I thought for a second that I've lost my new baby."
"Me too," said Cosmo.