Chapter Two: Daddy’s Little Girl

Five minutes later, the whole family assembled in Dom’s mindspace, where he continued to console the creature, her cutout still damp with metaphorical tears.

“I am so, so sorry Donna. It was totally thoughtless - you didn’t deserve any of that.”

“It’s ok, Mr Vasquez. We were all freaking out. I’m all better now.”

He turned as the others appeared. “Everybody, this is Margot’s daughter. She’s the one that bumped into me a few years ago. She’d like us to call her Donna.” He gestured to the others.  “Donna, meet my family. This is Lola, my wife, and her girlfriend Violet. You’ve already met my other wife Zoey.”

“I prefer the term ‘sex slave,’ Mr Vasquez - but thank you for calling me family.” Violet turned to the floating girl-thing. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Donna. Ms Vasquez said you’re in trouble - what can we do to help?”

“I…” Donna shuffled her tentacles, deeply embarrassed. “I might’ve kinda sorta lost dad’s Reconfig-a-Mabob… and his Deconfig-a-Mabob.”

They all exchanged a look. Lola held one of Donna’s tentacles. “You better tell us everything, hon.”

Donna waved her cutout in agreement. “Dad’s out of town for a business conference, so I’ve had the house to myself...”

Lola nodded, understanding. “You threw a big party and someone stole them.”

There was an awkward pause. “No. I don’t really have a ton of friends. Mostly I’ve been taking the time to make some… Do you know TikTok? Well, we’ve got a kind of TikTok…”

“We get it,” the family said in unison.

“Ok, cool… Anyway, I’ve been trying to pump up my followers - I’m almost to triple digits - and the fourth dimension is really big right now. I figured, dad’s making 4D content, and all his stuff is here, and he’s not using it…”

Dominick pinched the bridge of his nose. “Social media - stupid in every dimension.” He looked up. “Sorry Donna, go on.”

“So, I grab the stuff, hop in the car and drive down here. I heard there’s a thing called ‘college’ in your dimension where 4D young people hang out, so I found one of those. There’s a little screaming and begging for death as I poked around - the normal stuff - but then I found this totally cool human!”

Donna pointed at Zoey. “They looked more like Ms Zoey than you, Mr Vasquez. They had those round things on the front. Not so old, though - no offense.”

“I’m not old…” Zoey mumbled.

“They were super sweet,” Donna continued. “We just chilled for a while and talked. They asked lots of questions, about me and the ninth dimension and the Reconfig-a-Mabob. Lots and lots of questions about that, actually - technical stuff I wasn’t really sure about. So I uploaded the manual into their mind.”

Lola winced and sucked air in through her teeth. “Whoops.”

“When I started prepping for the video, they were so helpful. We did lights, greenscreen - that sort of thing.” The girl visibly sagged. “I started messing with my tablet, and I asked them to hold the Reconfig-a-Mabob. Then I looked up, and they were gone.”

“It’s ok, hon.” Lola patted her tentacle. “We all get hustled sometimes.”

“Alright, this girl got the Reconfig-a-Mabob.” Dominick rubbed at his chin. “But how did she then get the Deconfig-a-Mabob? How did you get it? You need a license for that - you’d be in deep shit if the cops in your dimension caught you with it.”

Zoey gave him a baffled look. “You don’t need a license for a Reconfig-a-Mabob? How does that make sense?”

“It’s not nearly as effective higher up the curve,” Dom explained, “and frankly most Citizens don’t really care what happens down here, as long as the law is obeyed. It’s the reason the Hot Girl ride is still running. If 4D people want to become beautiful women, more power to them. If they’re forced to, that’s a crime.”

“But a Deconfig-a-Mabob doesn’t need consent to reverse most changes - informed consent is impossible if someone’s been brainwashed or whatever. It’s just point and shoot.” He turned back to Donna. “Which is why your dad’s unit should have been secured.”

“It was… But dad never changed the default combination on the safe. So I snagged it.” Donna put two tentacles up defensively at Dom’s expression. “I was worried the human was gonna do something crazy! I figured I’d just find them quick, then fix anything they’d messed up!”

“I went back to the college place and looked around. I found them spraying themselves with water in a big room, so I appeared to try and talk some sense into them.” 

“Only it wasn’t them! I would swear it was the same human - I’m getting pretty good at telling you apart - but when I tried to make contact they freaked out like they’d never seen me before! Ran out screaming, all wet. I followed them, tried to explain, but that just made it worse!”

“I got scared that I was gonna hurt them, so I backed off.” Donna sagged. “It was only later that I realized I’d dropped the Deconfig-a-Mabob during all the craziness. Now I’ve lost both gizmos, and when Dad gets home from the conference he’s gonna ground me forever!”

“Please, you gotta help me!”

Zoey put a reassuring hand on Donna’s side. “We’ll help you, sweetie. It’s kind of our thing- and anyway, we owe you.”

Dom wrapped an arm around his wife. “Your car crash brought us all together.”

Donna did the floating horror equivalent of shuffling her feet. “Um, speaking of cars… would it be ok if I stayed with you for a bit? I forgot to fill the car before I came back, and there’s nowhere to buy more pseudo-quantum antiprotons in this dimension. Sorry.”

“That’s fine, Donna.” Zoey gave the girl-thing her most reassuring smile. “We’ve got a suit you can wear when you’re hanging out in realspace.”

Donna gave a sigh of deep relief. “Thank you, Ms Zoey. I promise I won’t be a bother.”

Lola and Zoey watched with fascination as the mascot costume slowly filled with Donna’s multi-dimensional form. They’d bought a spare from Bacchanal Bay - a cartoon version of a goth chick that was meant to represent Persephone - so Margot could hang out on movie night without driving them mad. 

They’d tried a more realistic costume once, a latex human bodysuit, but the writhing tentacles beneath had been so upsetting that Lola had puked.

“Woah…” The plastic eyes blinked and the lips moved as Donna stared at her felt hands. “This is so weird.” They spent a few minutes acclimating her to the basics - gravity, linear time, bipedal locomotion - then all three moved to the kitchen, where Dominick and Violet were making breakfast.

“Ooh, is that food!?” Donna leaned over the pan of scrambled eggs. “I’ve seen a bunch of videos about food - how does it work?”

Violet discreetly moved Donna’s hand back from the flame. “We put food inside our bodies, where various chemical processes extract useful energy from it. There is also a concept called ‘flavor,’ wherein we experience pleasure when eating certain foods.”

“Cool…” She watched with rapt attention as the food was cooked and served. She stood awkwardly for a moment next to the table when everyone else sat or knelt, before Zoey helped her to a chair.

“Okay Donna, what can you tell us about the college you visited? Do you remember any details?”

“Not much, Ms Zoey. I’ve been learning a lot from YouTube, but sometimes it’s kind of a blur. I knew that was gonna happen, though, so I took pictures! Look!” A tentacle shot out from a seam in the mascot’s neck, directly towards Zoey’s mouth - but Dominick intercepted, putting a hand up to catch it.

He closed his eyes, looking at images inside his mind. “Grant and Sherman University, in Walla Walla. Lola, Zoey and I drove there a few times to hang out with friends from high school.”

Violet looked askance at Dom. “I only know the name ‘Walla Walla, Washington’ from Looney Tunes. It’s strange to think it’s a real place.”

“It’s nothing special.” Zoey took a bite of breakfast, then continued. “Seen one college town, seen ‘em all. It’s about five hours away, so let’s not waste time. I say we eat, pack, and hit the road.”

“Hi Lorraine!” Zoey waved at the woman on Lola’s laptop screen.

“Zoey! Lola! So good to see you! How’s it going?”

Lola waved her hand indifferently. “Eh, so-so. We’ve got more multi-dimensional nonsense to sort out. Gonna need to borrow your boyfriend.”

Lorraine spoke off-screen, and after a minute Dave appeared, sighing theatrically as he sat down. “You couldn’t have waited until after my vacation to save the world?”

“Cram it, dork. This isn’t anything crazy, just a misplaced Reconfig-a-Mabob. We even know where it is, roughly. I just want some extra eyes on the CHECKSUM data.”

“You know, for a perpetually horny sex slave, you can be a real cockblock sometimes.”

“Now, be nice Dave - she’s doing important work. You take a minute to help and then…” Lorraine whispered into Dave’s ear, giggling. His eyes went wide and he blushed fiercely.

“Ok Lola, let’s do this - quickly.”

The pair poured over the data for several minutes, Violet taking notes as they went. In the meanwhile Zoey and Dom answered Donna’s questions as they drove down I-90.

“So the trees don’t move? How do they shop for food? Is it delivered?”

“They make their own food,” Dominick explained.

Donna nodded. “Like Violet. Where’s the kitchen?”

The streets of Campustown were thick with students as the family arrived, boys and girls heading to their Friday afternoon classes. Donna pressed her felt face to the window, drinking in the scene. “Oh my Elder Gods! Look at all the humans! This is a million times better than YouTube videos!”

Zoey let her gawk, turning back to Lola. “Did you and Dave find anything? Is there some teenage billionaire running around? I can’t think of one offhand.”

Lola shook her head. “No, nothing so obvious. A spike like that we would have spotted before Donna ever materialized. But CHECKSUM is a lot more sensitive now than it was two years ago.”

“Narrowing the search down to Walla Walla shows a fuckton of markers - dozens and dozens of low level disruptions in the past 72 hours, all centered around the Greek scene. So our wish thief is probably a sorority girl.”

“That should make it easy, right? This is a pretty small school.” Zoey said it with hope in her voice, but sagged when Lola shook her head again.

“There’s about six thousand students, four thousand of which are in a frat or sorority. It’s the highest ratio of any school in the US. More than fifty groups altogether.”

“Wait.” Dom turned back at the stop light. “Dozens and dozens?”

“Must’ve wished for a magic gizmo, Master. It’s allowed - it’s still gotta follow the consent rules, but like you said, they don’t really care what goes on down here.”

Dom considered. “I suppose we can’t point fingers - we’ve got the ride running - but using world-altering interdimensional technologies for college shenanigans seems deeply petty.”

They spent a while getting checked into the campus hotel, stretching and freshening up, then left to start the search. Zoey considered the group as they filed out the revolving door. She and Dom would blend in without much trouble - probably too old to pass as students, but otherwise anonymous.

However, Lola was naked, Violet was all latex and rope, and Donna was… just a whole thing. They had the subtlety and nuance of a rusty chainsaw.

“Alright, we’ve got a lot of ground to cover. Probably best if we split up.”

Lola grabbed Dom’s arm. “Dibs on Master!”

“Um…” Zoey was caught off guard, and tried to find a diplomatic way to object.

“In that case, I will join Ms Vasquez, Mistress.” Violet moved to her side. “Best if we travel in pairs in case of trouble.”

Donna moved to Zoey as well, plastic eyes full of excitement. “I want to be in your pair, Ms. Zoey! Please?”

“Of course you can come with, only…”

“Alright, cool. Good plan Zoey.” Dom considered. “Lola and I will search west of Davis Street, you three can search east. I’m guessing one of us will find a lead before too long. Send anything weird to the group chat and stay safe.”

“Yeah… thanks Nicky… you too.” Zoey stood stunned as he kissed her goodbye, Lola waving as they walked off. She turned back to Violet and Donna, eagerly awaiting her orders. After a moment, she shook off her indecision. If this is how things were going to play out, she should at least be good at it.

“Ok girls, let’s do this.”

“Try and palm me off to the B-team…” Lola mumbled to herself as they wandered the streets, taking in blocks of shabby apartments, interspersed Greek houses already blasting party music from open windows.

“What’d you say, Lola?”

“Nothing, Master.” She pointed at the nearest frat house. “Do you notice anything odd about all these kids?”

Dom considered the dozen frat guys, fucking around outside the chapterhouse while EDM blared. “I dunno. They’re shirtless and drinking at 4pm. That’s normal, isn’t it?”

“I was thinking more about their appearance - like, how they’re all Abercrombie models with washboard abs? Not a single fat party animal.”

He looked again, then turned back to her, shocked. “Christ, you’re right. Looks like a troupe of male strippers - not a follicle of body hair between them. All they're missing is the baby oil.”

“It’s not just them either.” Lola waved her hand as they walked down the street. “A lot of girls in that last sorority could be pole dancing their way through college. A house full of supermodels and porn stars.”

“Surely they aren’t all in on it?” Dom turned, taking in all the huge Greek houses up and down Davis Street. “In 72 hours? You said there are like 50 of them!”

“I doubt it, Master. Probably our thief shared with their sorority sisters, someone spilled the secret to their boyfriend, yadda yadda. It’ll spread like wildfire over the weekend, though.”

Dom considered. “They can go nuts, I suppose - as long as we get Margot’s stuff back in time. I don’t want Donna to get in any trouble.” He shook his head, annoyed. “I feel like a complete asshole for attacking her.”

Lola responded with a huge hug, squeezing Dom tight, his tension unwinding in her embrace.

“You jumped in to save Zoey, then immediately apologized when you were wrong. Top shelf spouse material all around. Donna’s fine; Hell, she’s having a blast in our dimension.” She pecked him on the cheek. “You’re a good man, Charlie Brown.”

He gave her a lopsided grin. “I knew there was a reason I married you.” Dom moved a hand behind Lola’s neck and kissed her deeply, lips parting. She pressed herself into him, gripping his ass and soon started gently grinding against his growing erection.

There was a bright light, then loud hooting and catcalling spoiled their moment. Lola turned furious eyes towards the noise, ready to spit fire. A porch full of frat guys cheered and whistled when she looked. A tall blonde lowered a chunky-looking camera, old-timey flash bulb still glowing amber. “Blow him!” somebody shouted.

“I was gonna until you assholes ruined the mood!” She stomped towards them, naked tits jiggling with righteous indignation. “Don’t any of you fuckless wonders know how to treat a sex slave with respect?”

The insult didn’t land the way Lola hoped - in hindsight, their experience with sex slaves probably was very limited. They cheered and hooted again, several of them high fiving each other.

The blonde stepped forward.. “Forgive my ignorant friends, miss. They mostly deal with college girls - they don’t know how to treat a woman.”

Lola raised an eyebrow, not at all impressed. “What do you know about women, kid?”

“More than you’d think.” He turned back to the others. “Haven’t you idiots ever seen a naked supermodel walking down the street before? Get back to work - the party starts in three hours!”

They scrambled back inside at his command, several of them returning to some abandoned work at the entrance. Minions dispatched, he turned back to Lola, offering her a handshake and a cocky smile. “Alex Bishop, Head of Hospitality at Beta Upsilon Delta.”

Still scowling, Lola took his hand. She also raised her left fist, showing off her wedding ring while also making it clear she’d fucking sock him if he tried anything. “Mrs. Lola Russell-Vasquez.” She pointed to Dom. “That’s my husband and master, Dominick Vasquez.”

Alex stared at Dom, eyes wide. “Dominick Vasquez? ‘Mr Hedgehog’ Dominick Vasquez?”

Dom put his hands up, confounded. “How does everyone in the multiverse know me? Yeah, I make Mr Hedgehog.”

“DUDE!” Alex darted past Lola to shake Dom’s hand, then rolled up his left sleeve, revealing an ornate tattoo of Mr Hedgehog characters. “I’m such a huge fan! I’ve been reading since junior high! I’ve still got my Edna Echidna plushie at Mom’s house!”

He shook Alex’s hand in return, misgivings brushed aside for now. “I think I’ve seen that sleeve on the subreddit! Great to meet you.”

“Listen Mr Vasquez, you and your wife have to come to the party! It’s gonna be wilder than you can possibly imagine!” Alex fished a pair of cards out of his pocket and pressed them into Dom’s hand.

ΒΥΔ Presents The 1st Annual Hot Girls Weekend

April 25-27th, 2025

Admit One
Hot Girls Only!

“I appreciate the thought, Alex, but I’m here in a group of five - and only three of us are hot girls.” Dom tried to give them back, but Alex just pulled more from his pocket.

“You’re all invited - any friend of Dominick Vasquez is a friend of the Deltas! And don’t worry, you’ll fit right in tonight… I promise.” After a moment, Alex added a bunch of blue paper to the pile of cards. “Drink tickets. I’ll get you and your crew as many as you need. It’s the least I can do.”

After a moment, Dom nodded. “Eh, fuck it. I’ve never been to a proper frat party. Sounds like fun. We’ll see you at eight, Alex.”

“See you then man!” Alex headed back, bubbling with excitement. He waved vaguely at Lola on the way inside, no longer interested in flirting. With a shrug, she returned to Dom.

“Looks like you made a friend, Master. I’m not sure whether to be relieved or insulted that he stopped hitting on me.”

“He’s just starstruck. He’ll come to his senses in a minute.” Dom stuffed all the junk in his pocket and took Lola’s hand. “So, they’ve got a gizmo, right?”

“Obviously.” Lola looked back at the frat house and rolled her eyes. “You’ll fit right in - dramatic pause - I promise.”

She sighed. “I wonder who he got it from. His girlfriend I assume. No doubt she’ll show at some point. If we can figure out how to sneak Donna in, we should have this all sorted in time for bed.”

“Alright Master, let’s call Beanpole and the rest of them, grab a bite and strategize. I saw a gyro place on the main drag that looked good.”

“In a minute.” He jerked a thumb down the street. “I need to find something at the university library real quick.”

They headed inside, Dom deflecting Lola’s questions as they moved through the stacks. After a minute, he found a small study room in a distant corner and went in.

“Master, would you please tell me what you’re looking for!?”

“Privacy.” Dom turned back to Lola with the Devil in his eyes. “You called me husband first. That deserves a treat.” He started unbuckling his belt and Lola locked the door.

“I knew there was a reason I married you, Master.”

He smirked, pants falling to the floor. “I assumed you married me to get at my vast webcomic fortune. Jokes on you though - you’ll have to split it with Zoey once you get all the arsenic in my coffee.”

She pulled his shirt off then put a hand down his boxers. “Would you please shut up and order me to fuck you?”

“On your knees, slave.”

Lola eagerly obeyed, moaning with pleasure as she wrapped her lips around Dom’s cock. He tangled his fingers in her long black hair and began to thrust. She sank two fingers into her pussy as she worked, supporting herself against Dom’s thigh with the other hand.

They worked, breathing hard, smiling at each other. “God, you’re beautiful,” Dom whispered, then pulled Lola up and laid her on the worn study table.

She stared up at him, flushed, glorious body slick with sweat. “Use me, Master. My only purpose is to serve you.” Her breathy voice was a promise, a prayer. 

He tilted his head at that. “And yet, you won’t do the dishes when I command…”

Lola stuck her tongue out, laughing - then gasped when he thrust, cock sliding into her wetness. They fucked urgently, Dom pumping into Lola as they huffed and groaned, whispering dirty talk and grinning like fools as the pleasure rose.

BANG! BANG! “Hello? Anyone in there?” A young woman spoke from beyond the locked door.

The pair looked at each other, eyes wide, struggling not to laugh out loud at the interruption. Dominick hushed Lola, still thrusting, and spoke up. “Yeah, what’s up?”

A guy spoke next. “We’ve got this room reserved, dude. Gotta clear out.”

Lola gripped the end of the table and pushed, rocking against him for all she was worth. “No, we’ve got the room until six. Are you sure you’re in the right place? Study room five?”

“Yeah, that’s our reservation.” The girl jiggled the handle. “Five to seven.”

Dom closed his eyes as he came, Lola’s back arching as her own orgasm ripped through her. “Maybe… maybe you should go ask the librarian? We’ll pack… (huff) our bags just in case.”

“Yeah, alright dude.” Dom and Lola heard the pair walk off, and they both snorted with laughter. Dom scrambled back into his clothes as Lola cleaned up the cum, then they darted into the stacks giggling.

The two students watched them leave from an alcove, then went in behind them. “That was weird,” the girl commented. “I wonder how it got double booked?”

“Nice of them to clear out so quick,” the guy commented. Then he locked the door and kissed the girl deeply, hands moving to her breasts.

Zoey felt like the grandmaster of a very small, very silly parade as she led Violet and Donna down First Street. All eyes were on them as they made their way towards the dormitories, the college kids pointing and whispering.

“Ms Vasquez, you seem uneasy.”

“Sorry Violet, It’s just… everyone is staring at us. It’s making my skin crawl - how do you deal with it?”

“You have to embrace it, ma’am. Live your truth without fear and people are going to stare. Let them; I have nothing to hide anymore.”

“That’s so deep, Ms Violet, no cap…” Donna turned back to look at her, filled with admiration. “You could put it on a shirt or something!”

The idea made Zoey laugh, and some of her tension drained away. Violet smiled at the sentiment. “That’s a lovely thought, Donna. Thank you.” 

“But let’s focus on the practical. You saw your mysterious girl ‘spraying themselves in a big room’. That suggests a student housing center.” 

Violet gestured as they entered the courtyard, a large green space surrounded on three sides by dorms and other student buildings. Several dozen students lounged in the grass or at benches and tables at the sculpture garden in the center. Most of the kids turned to gawk at the strange group. Several started taking pictures.

Zoey put a hand on Donna’s felt shoulder. “Does any of this look familiar?” The girl-thing considered, walking towards the center and slowly spinning to take in the space. After a moment, her plastic eyes lit up. She ran towards the sculptures and slapped a felt hand on an abstract mass of concrete and stainless steel.

“This! I remember this! It looks just like -” Then she spoke a ninth-dimensional word, a burst of chaotic pseudo-sound that set the inner ear on fire. Zoey and Violet both staggered, vertigo hitting them like an ocean wave. A nearby boy fell onto the gravel, hands gripping his head.

Donna noticed none of this. “That’s my pet -” Another word came out, making Zoey grab the nearest bench. The stricken boy groaned and made retching noises, while the other kids stumbled away.

“Donna, stop!” Violet shouted the command, eyes closed, and the girl-thing cringed back from her, pulling her suit tight in embarrassment as she realized what she’d done.

“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” She pounded her cloth hands on her thighs. “Oh I’m screwing this up, I’m getting everyone in trouble…”

“Sweetie, sweetie!” Zoey moved to her on unsteady legs and hugged her tight, trying mightily not to feel the writhing tentacles beneath the suit. “Shh… It’s ok. Small mistake, no big deal. Everyone’s fine. You recognized the sculpture, that’s the important thing.”

Donna wiped a lint tear from her plastic eye and tried to compose herself. “Thanks Ms Zoey. Sorry Ms Zoey, you’re right.” She took a moment, orienting, then pointed. “I think that building is the one I entered from here.”

The three of them headed towards the building, Zoey still comforting Donna as they moved. She and Violet delicately pressed the girl-thing for details. This was somewhat tricky - time and space questions required a lot of translation - but they stumbled through.

“Um, Ms Zoey, I have a question.” Donna paused, searching for the right words. “Is it normal for some humans to not have faces?”

Zoey stopped dead. “Why do you ask, Donna?”

“Well, like…” The girl-thing shuffled her feet. “It’s just… I’ve been looking at the other buildings, and I keep seeing humans in the windows who don’t have a face. There’s just kind of a black space where the face would be. Is that normal? I swear I’m not trying to be rude to faceless humans - I’m sure they’re very nice!”

Both Zoey and Violet’s heads jerked up, scanning the windows. Zoey saw blinds pulled closed shut on the third floor of one building, but caught sight of the person for a moment. They were wearing a bright blue school hoodie, and beneath the hood there was no face - only black cloth.

“I saw one straight ahead,” Zoey whispered. “And I saw two in the building on our left,” Violet whispered back. “Donna, how many did you see?”

“I dunno - maybe four? Five? I didn’t want to be rude and stare.”

“Ok, we’re leaving. Now.” Zoey turned and marched out of the courtyard, the others following behind. She did not run, she did not look back. As casually as possible, she made a beeline for the safety of First Street. “Violet, please text Nicky and Lola, let them know what we saw. It’s time to regroup.”