A Very Special Episode

The hypnotic stobes of the commercials come to and end, and audiences all around the multiverse, brains now packed with new products to add to their shopping lists, move on to the next show. The casual observers of late night erotic content, move on with their programming, but the hardcore hotel heads, stayed tuned, for the wrap up!

The set is a casual setting, that almost looks like a studio apartment in new york. There’s a bar off to the side, a big window to show a city skyline, and a few comfy but not expensive looking chairs sat in a semi circle.

A painfully handsome man jogs out on stage, in causal grey jeans, and cool looking plaid shirt. He’s got jelled up hair, and a unfortunate soul patch, but other than that glaring mistake, is a perfect human specimen. “Slaves and Mistresses, welcome back to Hotel Talk, the only program giving you the news and blues, of the Harem Hotel Series, I’m your host Trent, let’s get to the news.”

The audience roar, and welcomed their host to the stage.

“A new spinoff has hit the waves, this of course happening in the middle of many series getting canceled or abandoned, so a new show is welcome, am I right?”

“Wooooo!”

“Yeah, big fans of Harem Hotel out there, who would have thought.” He gives a good nature giggle at his own joke. “This new series, called Harem Beach, features one hundred contestants, ten different harems, and a lion man as it’s host. Answering a long held question on many viewer’s minds, ‘What if Harem Hotel was a bit too much?’”

The audience rolled at that.

“The geniuses behind this project are lead by Sampson, who fans will be familiar from Harem Hotel: Dolphin Dimension, which answered a question I always had. ‘What if harem hotel had less hair and more holes.” He smiles at the camera and waits for the giggling to quiet down. “In all seriousness it’s proven to be a very funny, and exciting set up, and we’re all looking forward to more.”

The image up on screen, a Lion Man holding up a sea shell, transitions to two beautifully dark beauties, sandwiching a white male, in a spacious looking bell. “Over to our flag ship project, Farra had her night with Jake, to roaring applause from the audience. Of course unbeknownst to the master, during the wild ride one of Farra’s bodies made out with a page of cheat codes from one of the contenders. Well, you know what they say ‘If you sleep with twins… you’re going to lose your wallet.’ The exceedingly popular Farra preceded this victory by a string of wins all across the island, proving that two brains and bodies are apparently better than the other 11.”

He keeps his electric smile, on and faces a new camera. “We’re going to cut to a quick commercial break, and when we get back we’re going to treat you to an panel with the Host of Living in sin, to talk about her recent, explosive episode, we’ll talk to you then!”

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“We’re back, and we are beautiful ladies and gentlemen.” Trent sat in his icon host chair, his biceps bulging against the tight sleeves of his shirt, plenty of eye candy. With him sat four eye-catching individuals.

Farthest away from him was a blonde woman with bright blue eyes. She was wearing a large puffy, pink fur half jacket, that went down to her ribs. Under it was a shirt that read “Baby Slut”, no pants other than a fur pair of pink panties, and further down a pair of uggs covered her feet. Pink furry pom poms dangled from her ears, while peach coloring covered her lips. The same color marked her eyes, thickly, spreading out to the side of her temple like war paint.

“We’re joined here tonight by Skylar, host of Harem Hotel: Living in Sin, thanks for joining us today Skylar.”

“Always a pleasure Trent.” She hugged her big furry coat, rubbing her cheek against it fondly. “So nice to be back in my body, with proper clothing.”

“Well I think your beauty shines through, no matter your form, but that’s just me.” The camera panned to Skylar’s right, to another handsome-looking fucker. He was a blonde to Trent’s brunette. He was a muscular fellow with short short short, shorts, that clung to his thighs like a needy dog. His white polo clung to his body with equal need, and his outfit was topped off with a captain’s hat. “We’re also joined by Skipper, host of Harem Hotel: Love Boat.”

“Ahoy.”

The Camera moves over to his right to reveal a white woman with red dreads. She’s wearing goggles on top of her head, fishnets, spikes, big ol’ latex boots, she looks like a rave exploded on her. “We’ve also got Skylar’s Ex-Partner, Mistress Eloise Van BloodMoon, host of Harem Hotel: Portland.”

This vampire in leather and zippers squinted harshly at Skylar. “Hello, Skylar.”

“Karen.” Skylar returned the nasty glance, with equal vigor and hatred.

Trent smiled and moved on, the only thing better than seeing contestants squirm was seeing hosts squirm. “And of course in our celebrity chair we have Hayden Brockovich, thanks for joining us today Hayden.”

A chocolate-skinned beauty, who looked like she was the distillation of everything sweet and good in the world gave a bright smile. “Thanks, Trent, I’m a big fan.” She gestured to hosts. “Of everyone here really.”

Skylar looks around, surprised. “Weren’t…. Weren’t you just on Supermarket Sluts?”

“Oh that’s all filmed ahead of time…”

“Right…” Skylar blushed and sunk into her chair. “Big fan…”

Hayden snickered. “Oh I heard what you were saying about me.” She raised the skirt of her dressed, and posed her leg for the audience. “Do you guys really think Mary’s legs were better than mine?”

The audience roars, and declares their never dying love for Hayden.

Skylar cleared her throat. "I'm really sorry If I said anything rude, I think you're just wonderful."

The star gave Skylar a knowing wink, and passed the momentum of the show back over to it's proper owner.

Trent leaned forward in his chair, and the whole multiverse got the sense that they were going to privy to a conversation between Trent and his best friends. “Can we just talk about that episode guys? I mean wow, I was blown away.”

“Skylar’s never been one to back way from going big. If there’s a whale in the water, she’s going to get her harpoon.” Said Skipper, obviously.

Mistress Eloise Bloodmoon rolled her eyes. “Ugh, you guys liked it? I thought it was a bloated and confusing mess. Where was the pacing?”

Hayden nodded. “If anything I feel like it went by too fast. I would have loved to dig in deeper to all those transformations, I feel like we were just zipping through them. I mean Nzinga and Diaochan were contestants and they just kind of kind lumped in for the rest. I would have liked to see the relationships with the other contestants at least resolve.”

“Mmm.” Skylar nodded, her pom poms jumping around as she did. “I get that. It was definitely an intimidating episode to produce. So many girls to corral, I think I was trying to get a good balance of all the content at our fingers, and making sure the audience wasn’t getting bored.”

“Well it had me on the edge of my seat.” Trent tapped his note cards on his knees. “I don’t know about you guys.” He faced the audience. “I had the same reactions as the girls. I mean, all of them on the edge of elimination. That’s a bold move Skylar. What were your expectations? Did you think your girls were all going to make it, or were you expecting the opponents to take over the show?”

The pink-clad woman, was buzzing with excitement, she loved talking about this stuff, that much was clear. She always made a good guest on the show. “Well I think the key to my success is that I only pick possibilities I’d be happy with to give the audience all the freedom they want. That’s why I use so few vetos, unlike some hosts.” She shot Bloodmoon a nasty stare. “I don’t steer the show for the audience, I let them take the wheel. So I really was trying to make this competitive. I thought Marie Antionette would give Erica a run for her money, but in the end she got her lunch money taken by our fan favorite."

“Do you have a favorite?” Skipper crossed a leg. “Personally I’m fond of that Olympias, but I need a mistress as harsh as the sea.”

“Oh that’s hard.” Skylar giggles. “I’m a fan of all of them, really. I think I would be happy if any of the make it.”

“Are you sure you don’t have a favorite?” Trent held up a card. On it was printed a image of Skylar's host body hungrily sucking down thick-looking milk from the teat of an annoyed Eve.”

“Oh!” Skylar blushed. “My love of big breasts is well documented, haha” She could still taste that sweet nectar on her tongue. “Eve’s a lot of fun but I would have to seriously remodel her personality for her to fit my tastes.”

“Fair enough, she does seem a little thorny around you. Such is the life of a host, eh?”

“Did you feel like you were losing control out there today?” Mistresses Eloise Bloodmoon cut in, cattily.”I couldn’t help but notice your panic face pop up at a few moments.”

Skylar steeled herself on this one. “We’ll no host will say an episode went completely as planned, and dealing with 16 or so girls was a little challenging, but overall I think things went well. I mean it’s not like I became a contestant like a certain host. Hahaha!” She gave a cute little laugh.

The entire multiverse, or at least those watching burst into laughter right along with her. Of course they laughter with the cruel knowledge of what was yet blocked from her mind.

“Oh, baby.” Mistress Eloise Bloodmoon showed Skylar a moment of Contemptuous pity.

“Yeah, Skylar you might want to dig around your brain for a moment there…”

The blonde knitted her brows together. “What are you… oh, ooooooh, oh no, oh nonononono, dang that’s good television." The blonde looked both devastated, and embarrassed. She let out a dramatic sigh, and buried herself in her big fur coat. "I guess I’m not here to talk about the eliminations, am I?”

“Your master is lost at sea!” Skipper cried.

“Noooooooooooo!” Skylar cried back. “Twice in one show?”

Hayden smiled “I thought you made a great cheerleader.”

“Leave it to Skylar to bite off more than she can chew.” Mistress Eloise Bloodmoon laughed, throatily. “She wanted Satan, and Morgan in a single setting.”

Skylar rolled her eyes. “Karen’s pitch of the show was 8 satanists, plus Satan, I’m yawning over here just talking about.”

“Ooh shots off starboard.” Skipper loved a good girl fight.

“Now now.” Trent spike calmly, hoping to lower the tension. “Let’s not get nasty, how are you going to fix your show Skylar? We have no idea where the master is, a witch is filling that role, and we haven’t gotten a single footjob this season.”

“Okay.” Hayden leaned forward. “I’m glad someone brought this up. Skylar I’m loving the season so far, but the only foot action we got is in the dream of a contestant? What’s going?”

“Believe me, I know!” Skylar shook her head. “They’re just not going for it, it’s driving me nuts.”

“It’s a very common fetish, Skylar.”

“Believe me, I've been reading the Reddit posts. I've usually at least got a girl pleasuring herself with her high heels by this point, but these ladies are pretty tough. As evidence by one of them stealing my entire show, and probably ending my life... Sigh, any way, yeah I’m probably doomed as far as the Master thing is concerned. I’ll have to notice reality has changed inside of the show." She burst into a nervous giggle. "And I'm not very bright!"

The audience laughed along with this modest joke, modesty was a lovely trait.

“We’ll I hope you find some solution, otherwise you’re in danger of not finishing the season.”

“Oh wow.” Hayden leaned forward. “A season has never not finished before.”

“No.” Trent whispered, it’s happened once before.” He along with the rest of the hosts, stared off into the middle distance like shell shocked veterans of Verdun.”

“Colt.” Skipper whispered moving his hat over his heart.

"Oh..." Hayden looked around awkwardly. "... Well I'm sure you'll do okay, Skylar, I mean you already seem suspicious something is up in the show."

Skylar was snapped out of her PTSD flashback. "Yeah, but I think it's Boudica, which is crazy because she's a moron. I hope all the sin references get's me suspicious, I mean having the devil on the show was my idea..."

"Pffft." Mistress Eloise BloodMoon, blew raspberries at that assertion.

Trent smiled, and brought his feet up onto his chair. "Do you have something to say Eloise?"

"Well some of the mistakes I've seen Skylar make this season, make a lot more sense now that I know she has brain damage."

"Oooooooooh!" The audience hissed hungrily as the drama began to erupt.

Skylar rolled her dazzling blue eyes. "What are you talking about Karen?"

"You know god-damn well I suggested having the devil as a master during Harem Warehouse: Until Party Do Us Part. "

"Pffft." Skylar waved her off. "You also suggested vibrating toothbrushes for horses, something you called The Big Big Mac, and those reverse heels, that ended with a contestant breaking their ankles."

Hayden cocked an eyebrow. "What did those look like?"

Skylar gave her a look. "Oh they were super cute, but, again, broken ankles. The point is people high on acid for half a season, say lots of thing people don't pay attention to."

BloodMoon snorted and crossed her arms. "Yet you remember the Big Big Mac."

"Because it's stupid."

"Because it would change the food industry!"

Skipper looked between the two awkwardly. "Harem Hotel: Love Boat, we just believe in sticking to the basics, not rocking the boat too much, as it were."

"Shut up Skipper!" Both Skylar and BloodMoon snarled.

"Aye Aye." Skipper sunk back into his seat.

"I'm confused." Trent rested his head on his knees. "I thought the show was suggested by a producer."

Both BloodMoon, and Skylar looked a little embarrassed. "Well I mean..."

".... yeah, like define suggested."

"...Yeah I mean, if a patron hires a painter...

"... did he inspire the painting, or was it the artist?"

"Yeah, so maybe The Producers say, you know...

"...Hey it's Satan's birthday soon, let's make a show for him to celebrate."

"...That's so wide open, it's like not even a suggestion."

"...Yeah I mean, what kind of show, right?"

"...And what do you mean by FOR him right? For him to watch?"

"...Or for him to participate in, which is genius and my idea."

"...No! Harem Warehouse: Until Party Do Us Part, I've got on lizard skin jeans, I snort crack off a contestant's ass, become one with the universe, and say to you 'We should have a show with Satan as the master,' and you say..."

"...You're a **** addict and need to go to rehab."

"You just can't admit that I was always the idea person."

"I won the pitch!" Skylar griped.

"Yuki's got these bitches, doing four-dimensional future puzzles, and your big challenge was a costume contest?"

"Yuki didn't win the pitch!" Skylar looked to the other three for help, but all of them had sunk into their seats with secondhand embarrassment. A good and proper response to seeing people argue around you.

"Well um..." Trent cleared his throat. "I think that might be a good point to cut to commercials."

"I agree." Hayden sat up in her chair.

"Okay." Trent tossed his note cars over his shoulder and smiled at a camera. "We're going to cut to a quick commercial break, but when we get back each of our hosts is going to take a crack at giving Hayden a new transformation in a little game we like to call Two Reward and a Punishment, you don't want to miss it."

The celebrity looked over to the hosts on her left. "Wait... what!?!"