14xx/08/10 Johannes Calendar
100 days since arrival….
100 days.
Oh god. It has been 100 days since I fell into this hedonistic hell hole. Never has a few months sounded so ominous before. At least back in Gensokyo I managed to return back to the good old U-S-Fucking-A within two weeks.
Man, if it was anybody else, that person would've already be dead or lost hope already. If you get kidnapped with 24 hours, our kits switched from rescue op into recovery duty. I know that Hito survived hell long without me around, but the fear is still there. Never a day passed without me praying for him to be alive and well. If not, intact enough for collection. He deserves to be buried home at least.
I shouldn't worry about him. He was the one holding the bulk of our medicines. He's a grown man, he'll figure it out. But I just cannot shake off the feeling of impending doom, like a hint of dark in the clear open sky. The Rabbit may hold the knowledge I crave, but that dastardly woman is nowhere in sight. I should prepare a few more questions if we manage to meet again.
Well, back to topic. It has been the 100 days now, so there's gotta be some kind of celebration, right? Well…caught in a whim of fancy, the Captain decided to lend me his bunk for a few hours or so, winking with mirthful glee at the implication thicker than a bowl of oatmeal.
Just as I was about to enjoy my time with Sophie, the door opened again to reveal Kael and Latina. Latina strode in while carrying Kael with her arms, and then force him to make more polymorph juice, in exchange for her working her 'golden magic' on his little wand. I was surprised to see Kael following her orders timidly, that is until I saw him plead for my help with a silent breath and fear in his eyes as he went to work on the chemistry set.
I know what must be done.
So with a heavy heart, I grabbed a potion of virility from Latina, and ordered her to face me in bed, right after she got her polymorph juice, of course.
After her transformation to her voluptuous human form, the two women in my group pounced on me like a pair of hungry lionesses.
Holy fucking shit, if I have to write down how many times I broke my goddamn hips because Latina doesn't understand the meaning of 'safe words' and Sophie being so jealous that she would throttle me while she was on top, I would've been richer than fucking Rockefeller!
And crazy part is, the Captain left us with a bootleg bondage instructions. Being tied up like a fucking pinata while the ship was rocking me to and fro awakens something in me that I rather not have. Cuz once you have a taste of the forbidden fruit, the mundane meal tastes bland in comparison.
After that was aftercare; a nice meal of chicken and cornmeal which to my great shame that I requested seconds. Those potions gave you energy to keep cumming, but they make you hungrier than a cannibal in an obese group therapy.
And that was it. We just fucked, and went to sleep. I just can't figure out any meaningful way of celebrating this day other than fucking or a nice feast. Feasting would take away resources we needed for the voyage, so I took the former options. After all, it has been a while since I've had intercourse with my colleagues, so our little horizontal tango possesses a flair of distinctiveness over our usual romp in the hay.
So that's how I conclude my 100th day in this cursed land of skeet worshippers and semen demons.