Milfquest; Getting Festive

Came out bigger than planned, but starting to finally dig into the patreon stuff for real. The ladies go through their usual mix of goofy action, humiliation and not getting how video games work. I mess with the idea of stats in their games but I didn’t want to get as heavy on them like I sometimes do with Wrestle Kingdom. They don’t deal with text boxes and tend to act like themselves, but the twist helped with their competing in the games for what I just labeled a “humiliation circle.”

By the end, I was pretty happy to mention and ditch another obvious plot hook. It was a gag I used early on and gladly brought it back for more moms not knowing how games work.

The mothers watched impatiently as the fairy merchant rolled out his wares. A large leather bundle unfurled across the table with rings, belts and other trinkets fastened inside. The women had changed back into their original clothes, which at least were more covering than the higher level armor they’d been offered.

“Here you are! Armor-enhancing weapons, spell rings, revive crystals… take your pick!” Tuck offered as he fluttered over the goods.

“Oh I wouldn’t feel right wearing someone else’s ring,” Hanako said. The curvy cleric folded her arms across her plump chest, pausing to look at her bare fingers.

“I wear my husband’s wedding ring and no others.”

Mitsuki reached right past her. The Necromilfer snatched up one of the rings and studied it.

“Yea, well I never got married. What’s it do?”

“Ah, the Seer’s Ring!” the fairy chimed. “It allows you to identify the use of magic items.”

The mage pointed the cat’s eye-like gem at one of the belts and a small, glowing box of text appeared.

“Sounds pretty handy since we’ve all got no idea what’s going on,” Mitsuki admitted, tossing it like a coin in her hand. “What else we lookin’ at?”

“How about a shirt?” Kyoko asked hopefully. “I’ll even take some pants and a cloak if we need to.”

The fairy waved a tiny glowing hand at the suits of armor. “Not my type of goods, I’m afraid. Try a tailor. I understand they have quite the character customization.”

“Or how about a gun? Do you have any of those?” Izumi asked as she awkwardly adjusted her armored bikini.

“I don’t know what that is,” Tuck replied dryly.

“Then what about a car?” she tried again.

“Again, not sure…”

“A tank?”

“Why are you getting even MORE advanced as you go?” Kyoko asked her.

“All I can say is if you’re looking for better defenses and not willing to match the local style…”

“By which you mean walking around with half our goods hanging out,” Hanako huffed.

“Then these are the best I can offer you. A belt of defense, a scarf of armor, the fortress bracelet… accessories that won’t interfere with your current look.”

“Which we’re not in love with either,” Kyoko added sheepishly. “But it’s the best we’re going to do, huh?”

“Unless I could interest you in a finer sword, my lady!” the pixie offered. He floated around Izumi and pulled back a curtain to show a rack of long blades.

“Why would I? I already have one,” the tan and athletic fighter shrugged, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

“Because… they do more damage,” Puck emphasized. “What better way to dispatch your enemies than a swordsman with a magic blade rather than your standard one?”

“Listen, no offense,” Izumi said with a roll of her eyes.

“But a sword is a sword. I can’t stab someone more than I already stabbed them. Nice try, but we’ll take the belts and things.”

“Are you sure I can’t tempt you with the Midnight Blade?”

Puck lifted a massive sword with spiked, onyx edges.

“Designed by an exotic bladesmith and promised to be ‘bigger and blacker’ than any…”

“No. Absolutely not. Just the accessories.”

“Finally. Something I can accessorize with,” Kyoko sighed.

She picked up the scarf and started fiddling with how to wear it best. Unfortunately for her, she couldn’t get it in a stable position where it covered up her freckled cleavage.

---

With a chunk of their gold and sellable loot gone, they returned to Captain Havan and shared some lunch while talking over their next course of action.

“I can’t say I advise it,” the muscular bandit queen warned.

“But if you’re headed to Lord Uliok’s castle, you’re wasting your time if you head right there. He’s had his fortress protected by two of his second in commands; Bartok the Mad and Venomia the Sorceress. Each holds a key to upholding the magical barrier around the lord’s kingdom. So you’re at a bit of a crossroad, since you’ll need to kill them both.”

“Or… hear me out,” their dwarven amazon added. “We ask them nicely and convince them to drop it.”

Captain Havan stared at her blankly.

“Sure… now I can’t say you’re fit to fight them as you are, but with a bit of leveling, you might be up for it.”

“Right!” Hanako said with sarcastic optimism. “More killing and fighting. The damn currency of this place…”

Havan itched her head with the back of her dagger.

“Well if that’s your concern… there’s always Goodharbor.”

“What’s that?” Izumi pried.

“It’s on the way to Bartok the Mad’s castle. A peaceful but lively town that should be holding a festival sometime soon.”

“Really? How soon?” the yoga mom pressed.

Havan stared at her blankly again. “About a day’s travel.”

“That’s distance though. Do they have a date for it? Or a season or something?”

“It’s…” The dark knight furrowed her brow, thinking hard. “Whenever you get there. I don’t know.”

“Video games!” Mitsuki said, snapping her fingers in realization. “Time here’s fuckin’ fake. They wouldn’t have a big important event when we weren’t there, would they? Cuz we’re the players. We’re all that matters.”

“I don’t follow…” Kyoko muttered.

“Did you ever hear of Schrodinger’s cat?” Izumi tried. “That what you can’t see is sort of… everything at once until you see it?”

“More of a tree falls in the forest,” Havan corrected. They’ll be ready when you get there. And I think you’ll find just what you need down there.”

---

Havan traveled with them a short way, letting them past patrols and ensuring their route was safe. She offered to let the moms kill a few of them for practice but they firmly refused. The captain let them on their way at last, and by the next evening, just as she said, the marked road led them to Goodharbor.

They could hear the place before they could see it. Down a hillside road, there was a town of more wood than stone but practically aglow with lights. Trumpets, drums and other instruments made a wild cacophony that flew through the nights with a jazzy tune, coming from the town and the numerous boats that were packed in around the pier. Sweet and spicy flavors attacked their noses with tempting scents, and even after Hanako’s stirfry and the captain’s monster meat, they felt their mouths ready to water. Stands, floats and decorations kept the rather sleepy little town packed to the brim with celebration.

“Wow. Seems like more than just a festival to me,” Izumi noted as they started walking closer.

“Probably some wicked pagan thing,” Hanako grumbled. “I swear if I hear about a harvest god or human sacrifices…”

“C’mon, Hana,” Mitsuki scoffed. “When in Rome, yea?”

“You know what they did in Rome? They killed Jesus Christ!” Hanako snapped.

“Hey, hey. Everyone,” Izumi calmed them down.

“Havan said we’d find what we need here. She wouldn’t give us all this help just to steer us wrong now. We just need to visit the city and see… whatever it is she meant.”

“Probably could have cleared that up, huh?” Kyoko said as they crossed into the town properly.

A large, scaly man seemed to burst in from out of nowhere, resembling a spikey, humanoid alligator in overalls and a large straw hat.

“Well HOWDY, ladies! Come on down to our li’l ol’ town for our Tide Day Festival?!” he gushed in a loud and heavily accented voice.

Izumi’s eyes darted towards the others before going back to him.

“Absolutely. It’s like… it was waiting for us,” she emphasized as she gave the ladies another glance.

“Well glad to have ya! I’m Gumbo, and I’d be glad to show ya the sights. At least some of ‘em, or I’d be with ya all night! As much a pleasure as that might be! HAWHAW!”

“This fuckin’ cartoon,” Mitsuki sighed as she lit up her pipe to cope with the noisy character.

“Well there’s all the food and drink you could want right down the street here! All you can eat and drink for a gold apiece!”

“Ooooh,” Kyoko cooed softly as her eyes went wide, staring over the assorted snacks, meats and fruits being offered by various creatures.

“Plenty of shops around for any of your shoppin’ needs. We got supplies at the markethouse, but if I may say…”

Gumbo pulled on his overalls and let the straps snap back into place.

“We are a town that prides ourselves on our sense of fashion.”

“YOU MEAN LIKE CLOTHES!?” Hanako blurted eagerly. “Like real, regular human clothes like that?!”

She pointed to a woman walking by, giggling and drinking with an elven man in a frilly dress and hat.

“Of course. Human, ogre, dwarf… all kinds of sizes for all kindsa folk. And what kinda guide would I be if I didn’t point out the real gem of the festival?”

He pointed a claw at the far side of the town where a few large, colorful tents were set up.

“We host our games and shows down there. Everyone’s free to compete, and winners get prizes from cash to a special token worth a question to our all-knowing river-serpent.”

“The what?” Hanako asked.

“Yea, maybe lead with ‘we have a sea serpent,’ next time,” Mitsuki added impatiently.

“Ah he’s a sleepy old fellah. Stays tucked away in the marsh til festival time. Besides, win or lose, the games are quite the EXP.”

“The what? Did you mean to say quite the experience?” Izumi corrected.

“That’s what I said. The EXP.”

“No you’re just… ohhhh.”

“To level up!” Kyoko gasped in realization. “Havan sent us here to get some experience points without having to kill people!”

“Probably the magic sea serpent too, guys,” Izumi reminded them.

“River serpent,” Gumbo corrected.

“Yea, right. Thanks, jumbo, but we got it.”

“Well if that’s all, it was a pleasure to be your exposition dump!”

Gumbo tilted his hat politely and strode off.

“This world is bullshit, right?” Mitsuki asked them. “And now this place is extra bullshit. Like they took the bullshit and went over it with a highlighter.”

“But Zumi,” Kyoko urged gently. “This is maybe the only place you’re going to get all the booze and smoking you want for a dollar.”

The gruff Necromilfer’s frown softened a little.

“Yea…”

“And pants,” Hanako added. “So let’s just… freshen up, get a bit to eat, then look into those competitions. I’m sure at least one of us can win a pie eating contest or go goldfish fishing or whatever their fair does.”

---

The ladies picked up some fair food with their spare gold before heading to the main tent. Inside were a variety of stands, booths, tables and even a pit for the various games. Villagers were all around, watching or competing in one contest or another. As awkward as the women were about their appearances, the people were either used to wandering adventurers or too caught up in their river festival.

They made their rounds and regrouped in the middle of the massive tent. They’d agreed to scout things out and spend their time as responsibly as possible as only a team of mothers could.

“So what are we looking at?” Izumi asked the rest, clapping her hands readily.

“Well there’s not a lot we can steal or con out of them,” Mitsuki noted first, getting a sour look from Hanako.

“But they got an arm wrestling booth. I can probably sucker a few wins out there like when I used to hit the bars in the old days.”

She flexed her fingers with a smirk. The sketchy background of the single mom didn’t leave much room to doubt the idea.

“Well, they had some kind of drinking contest going on in one of the corners. I had some PRET-ty wild times back in college, so I could probably hold my own in one of those. Granted, it’s been a while… but maybe it’s soda or whatever elves and goblins drink.”

Kyoko grimaced.

“I was never much of a drinker. Even the wine my honey would get for our anniversaries would get me a little silly. I guess… I could try the card table. It looked pretty simple, and I’m the household champ at Go Fish!” she noted proudly.

“Well if we’re splitting up,” Hanako muttered, folding her arms over her poorly covered chest.

“I suppose there’s the obstacle course. Better than a lot of the sinful filth they have going on around here, and I should be able to outmaneuver some drunken hillbillies.”

“Ahh, you’d be surprise,” Kyoko sighed. “I remember some county fairs where… you know, let’s just get a move on.”

---

Izumi stepped up to a wide barrel that went up to her waist. A pair of empty mugs sat atop it as a random, generic-looking man sat on the other side from her.

“Both drink at once. First to fall out of their chair’s the loser. Winner gets the gold. Did you want to do a practice round?” a tall and round man directed them.

“Thank you, sir, but I know how to drink out of a cup,” Izumi assured him confidently.

Two drinks in and she was slumping over the table. Izumi was a giggling mess, taking some sloppy sips from her mug. Her breasts squashed against the table, some of her trickling mead pooling between them.

“You know you’re supposed to drink that, right?” the other man asked as he finished his third.

“Heehee~! I’m not in any hurry. I went t’college, y’know,” Izumi explained listlessly.

She flashed him a crooked grin.

“I was pretty wild back then. Got a degree to teach yoga classes. Do you guys have yoga here? Y’should try it. It takes a lot of work to keep my body looking this young, but it’s worth it. Really, though. If I weren’t a married lady, I could do some wild stuff in the bedroom. Ten years of learning and teaching people how to get reallllly flexible. You might have goblins and horses and stuff here, but you ever had a mom who can ride your face while she bends over backwards and sucks… your… dick… off? Heeheeee~”

Izumi leaned her head on her hand, which wasn’t where she was expecting it to be. She just flopped out of her seat and flat on the floor.

“Mason wins! Next challenger!” the host announced.

Not far from her, Kyoko was blushing at her card table. She was missing her boots and leggings, which had vanished after she lost each of the last two hands. She squirmed as she looked over her cards.

“I… I uh… I’ll bet three…” she muttered awkwardly.

“Four,” one of the bearded dwarves beside her cut in quickly, tossing in his chips.

“Eight,” the fiery elemental across from her eagerly wadered.

“That’s… wow, that’s a lot,” Kyoko squeaked.

“Ten,” the last player added.

Kyoko flinched, quickly getting bullied out of the round. She tossed out her cards, slumping into her seat.

“I’ve got garbage. I’m out,” she sighed dejectedly.

The other players chuckled as her coins were pulled into the middle. “Lady, you can’t bluff to save your life,” the fire man laughed.

With another cartoonish pop, the first out punishment made Kyoko’s top disappear. Her freckled boobs bounced out onto the table. Her eyes went wide as she bolted out of her seat, clutching her arms around her shortstacked tits. Her stubby and chubby new body meant she could barely cover her nipples.

“NOPE! Nope, I’m done! I forgot how pervertedly cruel this world can beeee~!” she squealed, blushing between her freckles.

Mitsuki pulled up a stool at the arm wrestling table. She swept back her cloak as she slammed her elbow down.

“Alright, bring it on. Bunch of malnourished peasants ain’t beatin’ me,” the necromilfer challenged.

A thin-looking sailor sat across from her and grabbed her hand in the same position.

“I’ll be your first, little missy. Don’t go cryin’ when you lose.”

“Don’t bitch when you’re beat by a girl too,” Mitsuki scoffed.

The judge grabbed both of their hands, steadying them in place before she stepped back. “Annnd go!” she declared.

Mitsuki’s hand was slammed down to the table in an instant. She stared in disbelief as she realized what had happened.

“What the fuck?! I’ve beaten guys twice your size at this!” she snapped. “Do over!”

The results were the same. The sailor beat her again, followed by a farmer, a gnome, and a fairy. Mitsuki fumed as a vein bulged in her forehead. After the last one, she got up and flipped the table.

“THAT strong enough for you bitches!?” she snarled before she stormed off again.

She quickly found the retreating others. Kyoko’s clothes poofed back into existence once she was far enough away from the card game, now hiding her face behind a mug as she nursed a drink. Izumi was looking hung over while, lurching back to them with her limbs hanging limply.

“No luck either, huh?” Mitsuki grunted.

“I’m starting to think these games are more than just luck,” Kyoko muttered meekly.

“I don’t get it. I can handle way more than just two beers. Am I just getting that old?” Izumi moaned miserably.

“Oh for the love of….! Let me get…! I hate this place so damn much!!” Hanako’s voice shouted from nearby.

The ladies looked over to the obstacle course; a series of shallow pits, balance beams and ropes and chords hanging around to block their way. Their cleric had somehow ended up entangled in the ropes so badly she was dangling upside down, her tits flopping out of her robes while the lower half had flipped up to flash her skimpy panties and chubby thighs. With her breasts wrapped up in particular by the chords, she looked like she was in a bondage video.

“How the frick!? Get me out!”

“Guess things went just as well for her,” Kyoko sighed before taking another gulp from her mug.

A whistle blew as the first racer reached the finish line. Hanako was teleported back to the sidelines, where she huffed and shoved her skirts back down. She looked between the other women and saw their matching disappointment.

“It’s not MY fault this is a bunch of games for younger people,” Hanako scoffed.

“Drinking, card games, races meant for people with impossible to maintain figures…”

“I guess we’re not as wild as we used to be,” Izumi sighed, rubbing her temples to ease her headache.

“That’s some bullshit,” Mitsuki cut in.

“I knocked out Miss Hagawa with one punch when she called my kid a ‘bad influence.’ I beat a goobo or hogob or whatever the fuck with a book! Why can’t I beat some hillbillies in arm wrestling!?”

“I guess things are just different in this place. Who knows how this world works?”

Kyoko downed the last of her cup and held it over her head at a passing catgirl worker.

“Hey, could I get a refill on this? I’m a sucker for apple juice,” the ranger asked politely.

“Sure thing, hon. But this isn’t apple juice. That’s century-aged dwarven wine,” the server answered politely.

She passed a fresh mug to Kyoko, who stared at her blankly.

“Oh gosh, it tastes so sweet though. That sounds expensive.”

“Not for Tide Day it’s not. Just don’t let your friends have them or it’ll put them on their ass. Humans, right?”

The elf winked at her as she walked away. The other moms stared at Kyoko as she took another awkward sip.

“Kind of forgot I was a dwarf,” she muttered. “Like the magic kind of dwarf, not the medical kind.”

“She has a point, though,” Izumi realized.

“Remember what Havan was saying about the numbers in this game? I think we’re looking at these in the wrong way. The game cares about what we became more than what we really are.”

“Show me another Miss Hagawa and I’ll show this game who’s a scrawny wizard,” Mitsuki grumbled.

“That’s it, though. The game thinks we’re wizards and swordsfighters. So let’s give it what it wants for now.”

Izumi clasped her hands and pointed to Kyoko.

“Let’s look at Kyoko-san. What do we see when we look at her?”

“Oh gosh, I’m not ready for this kind of attention,” she muttered, taking another sip of her drink.

“She looks like a tiny wild woman,” Hanako offered. “Which we know you’re not, dear. I’m just saying…”

Izumi nodded. “Which I’m willing to bet aren’t great at bluffing their cards in this game. But if being a dwarf makes her put away drinks like they’re water…”

She snapped her fingers and pointed a thumb at herself.

“Okay! Me next. What do I look like I’d be doing here?”

Their cleric frowned cautiously. “If you really want to know…”

---

A bell rang and a shouting, busty redhead in her underwear came charging across the pit. Her feet stomped splashed in the shallow mud beneath her as she barreled towards Izumi. The fighter took a deep breath and suddenly shifted her feet.

“Okay… chair pose… dash of tree stance…” she talked to herself before she pivoted aside, catching the incoming woman by her hair and arm.

Izumi slid around her and hurled her face-first into the mud, sitting down on her back and pushing her further into the muck. The red-haired woman was bigger than she was, but even as she struggled she couldn’t get Izumi to budge.

“1! 2! 3!” a voice overhead counted.

A bell rang, followed by the jingling sound of coins.

“Oh wow. That was surprisingly easy WOOP!”

She yelped as the woman disappeared beneath her. Izumi backed off and got to her feet, just for a short, black-haired dwarven woman in some plain underwear tackled into her knees. The warrior milf stumbled over into the dirt as her skimpy armor bikini flopped out of place.

“Oh gosh. It’s like a gauntlet or something I guess?!” Izumi grunted as the dwarf girl started climbing on top of her.

The tan teacher leaned back and grunted as she pushed back with her legs. The short woman was heavy, but went flying much further than Izumi had expected. The dwarf’s back hit the wall and Izumi scrambled up, looking at her muddy hands and feet in disbelief.

“Not going to ask,” she told herself as she rushed in.

She grabbed the dwarf by the hair and hurled her, sending her flying through the air another few feet. The crowd above her cheered as they landed in a muddy splash.

“Okay! Finally some actual use out of this warrior strength, I guess!”

She found herself getting excited and ran after her again, jumping up and landing an elbow drop on the dwarf’s broad bosom. She huffed and flopped in place before laying out flat. Another three seconds and she vanished from the pit.

“Woo! Think I’m getting the hang of this!” Izumi found herself laughing.

She hopped up and pumped her fists overhead for the roaring fans. A large, green-skinned woman another foot taller than she was appeared in front of her in nothing but a loincloth and a pair of large nipple rings. Izumi was ready to flinch away but steeled herself with the one thing she’d learned since she came to this strange world.

“Nothing makes sense. Nothing makes sense,” she told herself under her breath.

As the orc came charging at her with a roar, she returned the favor. Her cry was more of a scream than a bellow but it seemed to have the same effect. Once they were a few feet away Izumi leapt into a full front flip and wrapped her legs around the bigger woman’s neck. The orcess gagged and staggered, pulling at the tightly clinging legs while Izumi sat on the back of her neck.

“Here goes nothing,” she grunted as she leaned sharply to one side.

To both fighters’ surprise, Izumi spun them completely around with her airborne headscissor. She lifted the bigger monstergirl completely off her feet and slammed her back into the mud, sending a huge splash of it over them both. The audience cheered louder than ever as she landed sitting on the stunned orc’s face. Izumi blushed as it put said face under her armored loincloth for the duration of the pinfall.

“That was a little fun,” Izumi said with a breathless smile. “Probably would have been more fun if I was wearing underwear though…”

---

Nearby, the others were doing just as well with their redirected goals. Mitsuki approached the dart-throwing game stretching out her fingers.

“Want to play? Three throws to hit the bullseye. Just can’t leaning past the counter,” a garishly dressed man with a snake for a body greeted her automatically.

“Is that all? I’m in,” the gruff mom agreed.

She set down her money and picked up her first dart. She eyed up the board, making her best guess. She’d thrown a bottle or a bat at people in her younger days before she’d settled down, but she’d never gotten into darts. From what Kyoko had suggested, it wouldn’t be a problem.

“Groper’s Protective Tendril,” Mitsuki hissed while she was still taking aim.

A thick tentacle of black slime arose from behind the booth worker. It lingered just in front of the board so when Mitzuki threw her dart, it snatched it out of the air before it could hit anything. The clerk stared wide-eyed at the sight.

“Right in the middle there, big guy,” the sorceress requested.

It daintily lifted and jabbed the dart into the center. It repeated the same move twice more for a perfect score.

“There. And I’m still behind the line,” Mitsuki said, smirking as she leaned over the counter.

“Prize me, buster. And gimme another set of darts.”

Mitsuki ignored the heavy thud from a few yards behind her. Another partier fell off his seat, groaning and coughing out her last struggling mouthful of beer. The two ladies sitting on either side of him kept drinking but they were struggling to empty their mugs without choking. Kyoko sat across from them, the crowd chanting behind her as she downed a whole mug in a couple seconds before immediately reaching for another.

“Why didn’t anybody tell me alcohol could taste so good?” Kyoko chimed as she tipped a mug back completely.

With a few noisy chugs it was all gone and she was three mugs ahead of the other girls. The shortstack milf smiled as she leaned over the table to smile at them, resting her huge freckled jugs on the surface.

“You girls doing ok? I thought you youngsters were supposed to be pros at this,” she giggled playfully in a rare show of confidence for the flustered redhead.

The girls just groaned and set down their unfinished mugs. One tumbled over backward and dropped out immediately, landing with a ditzy giggle and a loud burp. The other landed face-first in Kyoko’s warm cleavage, using it as a pillow as she drooled and snored on it. Kyoko smiled and patted her head before poking her in the forehead with her finger. The girl dropped right back with the rest.

“YEAAA! LITTLE MOM! LITTLE MOM!” the audience chanted for her, making her blush worse than the booze ever could.

“Oh shucks. You guys are too nice. I didn’t… oh!”

There was a chiming dinging sound over her head. “That’s weird. I was just drinking, so why do I feel like I can speak bird now?”

---

Hanako stepped out onto the stage in front of a trio of judges. “Talent Show” was scrawled off in a banner over her head. She cleared her throat and made sure the other moms weren’t watching. Mitsuki still was, barely even trying to aim as she tossed her darts over her shoulder to her tentacle. The priestess sighed and folded her hands in forced patience.

“Alright, you know the rules. Prepare however you want, but you can’t use magic in the performance. Ready when you are,” the minotaur in the middle instructed her.

“Thank you for having me,” Hanako started in a terse tone.

“I WAS thinking of performing my church choir’s rendition of Our God Is An Awesome God, but upon the advisory of my comrades, I thought I’d find a performance that was more to the… local flavor. Water.”

She raised a finger as she triggered her spell. A large bucketful of water dropped out of the sky and landed squarely on her plump chest, making her light-colored robes cling to her tits and make the fabric nearly translucent. The judges immediately went wide-eyed at the bold display of her motherly milkers. Hanako folded her arms beneath them, boosting them up even more as she bent over.

“Oh I’m sorry. I thought this was the wet t-shirt contest,” she cooed as seductively as she could.

She wasn’t the best at it, but she’d found that putting her singing voice behind it without using any real rhythm was close enough. Her nipples immediately got hard as the cool water stimulated them to their thick peaks. A light wiggle of her shoulders bobbed her braless breasts around for them while flicking bits of water at the judges from the stage’s edge.

“But I’m sure you smart and handsome judges can see where my REAL talents lie.”

The judges eyes followed the wet and jiggling orbs like they were hypnotized. The short red judge threw up a card reading 10, giving her the top score. She smiled wider, seeing she had them wrapped around her finger. Or some other part of her body.

“But for those of you who can’t see, I can certainly help show you more…” Hanako purred.

She pulled down on the collar of her robes, exposing more and more until her areolas were exposed. One of her hard nipples finally popped out as she blew a kiss at the petrified judges.

“Got milk?” she intoned before lifting her plump breast up.

She squeezed the base of her nipple and spurted a thin but visible streak of milk into her own mouth. The remaining judges threw up their 10 scores just before they passed out, falling over backward.

“You got it, miss! You win!” the imp declared excitedly.

“You get the grand prize! You have your choice of the top two items in the whole festival!”

He held up a large silver ticket and a glowing golden orb.

“You can take this token and redeem it for the guidance of the all-knowing river serpent, said to have guided ancient heroes to great destinies in the past. Or you can take this coupon for a free clothing shopping spree at Ferna’s Fashions.”

“CLOTHES!” Hanako blurted without a second thought.

The others were already rushing towards the stage, shouting much of the same.

“Get the pants! Get me pants!”
“HANA! Clothes!”

“I do not CARE about what a fuckin’ snake has to say!”

---

The hot spring had been a huge relief to the ladies, but nothing was as big a relief as their clothes shopping. The friendly demon running the store had a variety of dresses, but even jeans, sweaters and shirts and a variety of surprisingly modern clothes that the moms desired. The women were more comfortable than they’d been since they arrived as they left wearing clothes that didn’t look like a stripper at a renaissance fair.

“I have never missed underwear this much before,” Izumi sighed, almost doubling over from relaxation as they walked out of the shop.

“And a bra!” Hanako blurted, wiggling her shoulders around. She watched with a deep sense of satisfaction as her tits barely jiggled at all.

“I’m sorry for every time I complained about you being too tight.”

“Some of us more than others,” Mitsuki admitted as she dug into her pocket.

She couldn’t believe her luck to find that the place not only sold a leather jacket but had her brand of cigarettes at the counter. She shrugged a shoulder, straightening up the bag that carried her spellbook and her original costume in case they needed it.

“Well I’m not as tall as I used to be, but I’m feeling much better,” Kyoko agreed.

“So let’s go beat this Bartok guy’s butt already. Mom style, right?!”

“Yea!” they all happily agreed.

As soon as they set foot outside of Goodharbor, they heard a negative buzzing sound. Their clothes vanished for a moment, swapping back into their sexy battle outfits as their bags became stuffed with their new outfits. They stared down in disbelief as they were stuck back the way they’d started. They seemed stuck in the slutty armor in the end. A passing old woman glanced up at them from an information booth near the edge of town.

“Oh, first time wearing civilian clothes, heroes? When you enter an area infested with monsters and danger, you’ll automatically switch into your clothes that would be most useful in battle. Pretty handy, huh?”

“NO!!!” they all shouted at various levels of frustration, anger and despair.