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Beltane: A Lottie LaBlanc (SMUT!!) Story, Part One

Cast List: 

Lottie LaBlanc - she/ae/aer - faegender lesbian - demi-human wild sorcerer-wizard

The Goddess - she/they/it - a cat-like humanoid eldritch being - Kat’s oc

Oragrace Olivaunt - they/she - slimegirl swordswoman

Daisy Riverbed - she/her - minotaur farmer

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Lottie LaBlanc was an ace wizard. Her innate connection to magic through her mother made her a powerful spellcaster; her ability to spellcraft on the fly made her a dangerous one. She was content to spend as much of her time as she could in her tower, studying the artifact. Being able to afford research material, however, meant she frequently had to leave her tower in order to take on different jobs for different patrons. Usually this meant dealing with some kind of supernatural pest that had decided to take up residence in someone’s guest house, and was refusing to respond to the eviction notices. 

Sometimes, though, they meant actual, real quests where she got to go to amazing places and see amazing things. One time she visited an Otherworld that was exactly like regular Earth, except Dragons ruled the world, and all the people were kobolds. You haven’t seen strange until you’ve seen a two and a half foot tall skinny crocodile furiously scrolling on a Blackberry. Lottie has seen some strange. 

The bustling place before her was not so strange. It looked like a mostly average Romantic styled Otherworld, with a grand castle standing in the distance. There were decorations across the grounds with a festival fully underway. Lottie had been expecting this, since she wasn’t an idiot and knew what day it was: Beltane. A celebratory holy-day that focused on and empowered sex magic. That’s not exactly why she was here, though; she was simply using the festival as a distraction. 

The Goddess of this particular Otherworld was unlike any goddess that Lottie knew about. It not only ruled this wild forest full of beasts, it also led a sex cult within the castle’s walls. That was the rumor, at least. Details about this “cult” were few, partially because most who entered this cult did not leave it. Lottie wasn’t sure if that was because there was not actually a cult, or because it was an incredibly deadly cult. She hoped it was the former. 

Today’s job was simple: get into the grounds; gain access to the greenhouse; steal the target. The target for this quest was a plant, a radish. According to the Patron for this quest, it's a strain of radish that's been extinct for 300 years, and has magical properties that, according to the writings of a mad wizard, can unlock a wizard’s hidden potential. Whatever that means. Lottie thinks it's a load of shit, but the pay for the job makes it worth it. Hopefully. 

The Goddess was well known to be a collector. She collected monsters, magic in various forms, and young women. The young women were always maids, and Lottie couldn’t help but think that the Goddess had good taste in collections. A collector this powerful would be able to collect some very rare assets, and her Patron was convinced that inside of the Goddess’s greenhouse was one of these such radishes. Lottie had made sure to add a Good Will clause to her normal contract, so that just in case their Patron was wrong, she still got paid. 

Lottie pulled out a mirror, and checked her face paint. For ease of moving through the crowded festival, Lottie had devised a cleverly hidden Look-Away charm that blended in with festival appropriate face paint. To almost anyone who tried to look directly at Lottie, the charm gently nudged their attention elsewhere. To anyone who was either unaffected or determined enough to look at Lottie’s face, she looked like there were green painted vines on either side of her face, with a couple of small pink flowers dotting her cheeks. She adjusted her septum piercing, then stood up and stretched her back. She felt that old familiar pang in her knee, and rubbed either side of it, and applied a quick support charm to the joint. This might go sideways, and she couldn’t rely on her cane if she needed to run. Her hair was pulled up into two messy buns on either side of her head, and her dyed platinum ear-tails curled down just past her jaw. She licked her teeth in anticipation. The slightly longer canines were magically sharpened, and she enjoyed the almost metallic taste it gave her incisors. 

As she stepped out of the shadows of the trees towards the entrance to the festival, the soft sunlight revealed the rest of Lottie’s features. She was somewhat fair skinned, with a speckling of freckles across her arms and face. She wore a flowy flowery shawl over a black cotton and silver silk crop top, with spider web patterns across the shoulders. Her bottoms were a black mid-thigh skirt with a belt of pearls around her middle. Her thick gothic boots crunched over the path towards a handful of open air tents where it looked like magical items, mounts, vehicles, and something that looked like a solid cloud were being checked in and left outside the festival. 

After being lightly patted down, it was determined that Lottie was not hiding any magical items in aer clothes, and was allowed entry into the festival. On her way through the gates, she noticed a sign with a pretty obvious enchantment on it ensuring any who saw it could read it. It looked to be mostly just rules for the festival, some parameters for behavior, and in slightly larger letters at the bottom:

BY ENTERING THIS FESTIVAL, YOU ARE CONSENTING TO THE SEXUAL ACTS COMMITTED WITHIN

Lottie felt her pulse quicken and her bulge twitch at reading that last part. She had a mission, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t stop and fuck a few roses. Metaphorically. Probably. There was also smaller text explaining that there was a massive enchantment over the whole festival to ensure that members who would consent to spontaneously fucking each other are drawn to each other and encouraged to do so. Lottie also noted the magical prophylactics and health protections woven into the enchantment. Safety is important, nice! 

She entered the festival grounds, and could see her first target up ahead: the entrance to the Castle’s Courtyard. Ae would need to gain entrance to the inner courtyard, that was where the Greenhouse was located. She was in no rush, so started in that direction, but tried to enjoy the festival along the way. This area seemed to be focused on small shops. There were some art shops, artisan stalls selling handmade sex toys, erotic foods enchanted to make you horny, porn stars doing meet and greets, and even some bands playing sets on small stages. She mostly drifted past these, but did stop for a glass of Fresh Squeezed Lemon Elemental Testicles. When mixed properly, it imbued the drinker with a seemingly never ending well of endurance, and lasted for about eight hours. Useful. 

As ae drifted closer to the castle, the shops and stands became less frequent, and more frequent became soft spaces, some public and some a bit more private. Here, a tree with thick foliage so that it umbrella’d over the area and cast a deep shadow on luscious beds of moss. There, a carpeted tent, with cushions and beds strewn about. Another still, a large mushroom supported a raised platform with what looked to be a hookah set up in the middle. Everywhere Lottie looked, littered amongst the scenery, were lovers of so many countless shapes, sizes, and species. There were couples, threesomes, larger groups, and even some singles. It was a veritable smorgasbord of sexual fantasy and perversion, and Lottie had hungry eyes.