Alison's' Council (""Date"" Pt 3)

Sophia Maoulin

“NEED DICK! No dick in me in so long,” Nora howled, writhing against her bindings. “Fuck me! FUCK ME! Going crazy! GAAHHHHH!”

"Uh-huh," Sophia said from across the hallway, trying to maintain her distance from the wolf's pheromones, but still feeling a tingling sensation throughout her body.

'Is this what I was like when I was in heat?' Sophia wondered. 'Or was it even worse?' She took the moment to appreciate how nippy the empty hallway was.

"Ok, we're back," Elena announced. Sophia turned to the voice, only for her eyes to nearly pop out of their socket.

Elena stood tall, wearing a shimmering crown atop her head and a flowing cape that draped elegantly down her back. Large tufts of fur rested on her shoulders, further enhancing her already imposing silhouette. Her wrists were encased in metal bracers, leaving the rest of her muscular arms bare and highlighting her strength.

The regal ensemble, however, was starkly contrasted by the attire beneath. She wore only a sparkling chainmail bikini top and a richly decorated thong, leaving the rest of her body on full display.

"That... your... outfit, huh?" Sophia asked, mouth suddenly filled with drool. Meanwhile, Nora let out literal wolf whistles.

"Yes, observe the princesses' royal armor!" a fairy announced.

"Armor? You expect me to go into battle like this?" Elena scoffed.

"Of course. It allows for maximum mobility," the sprite said proudly.

"My stomach is totally exposed!" Elena countered.

"As if any blade could ever pierce your abs of steel," the fairy offered.

"Yeah... you're all just horny. Got it," Elena sighed.

“I don’t think you need to worry about armor at all. It’s not like anyone could take you,” Tomoko said with a reassuring smile, as she stepped out from behind her.

She wore an exquisite pink ballgown that flowed gracefully to the floor, its delicate fabric shimmering like satin. It was strapless and bared the Asian America's generous cleavage, to which it was only due to literal magic that they didn't pop out. Sophia felt a rush of warmth spread across her cheeks, her face flushing deeper as she admired Tomoko's magnificence in that outfit.

"You look beautiful," Sophia said before she could stop herself.

"The dress was supposed to be for her majesty," a fairy said spitefully, clearly unhappy that it was being worn by someone else. "We had to resize it."

"Yeah, my boobs were too big," Tomoko laughed.

"ARE YOU CALLING OUR PRINCESSES' CHEST SMALL!" the fairy roared, flying in Tomoko's face.

"Cut it out," Elena announced. "Come on, help me move Nora."

"Oh, please carry me in those arms," Nora panted. "Crush me! Anything! I'm so defenseless! F-fuck!"

"Can you levitate her, or something?" Elena asked the fairies, ignoring the howls.

"Of course, your majesty."

"Sorry, Mrs. Wolf," Tomoko said sadly, looking at the suffering, horny beast. "Hey, you think we can at least give her a vibrator or..."

"NO!" Elena snapped, having had enough of this trip. "Let's just go back to the ship."

"Wait, before you go, we had one final gift for you, princess," the fairy wearing glasses, whom Elena had spoken with previously, said. "However, we would prefer to give it to you alone."

"Fine," Elena sighed, gesturing to the others. "You all go ahead."

The rest of the group nodded. The other fairies lifted their hands, causing the writhing and lust-crazed beast to levitate after them.

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Elena Mendez

The princess waited until the other contestants were gone and out of earshot before turning to the lone remaining fairy.

"Ok, what do you want?" Elena asked when the other contestants and fairies were gone.

"Just a moment," the bespectacled fairy requested before flying into another room, then emerging once more, causing two vials to float after her, each the size of her. One vial was filled with red liquid, and the other with blue.

"What are these?" Elena asked, taking them, both small enough to fit into her palm.

"The red one is a powerful love potion," The fairy explained, winking. "To help you with your competition."

"I'm not using that!" Elena snapped back.

The fairy was taken aback, clearly hurt that her gift wasn't appreciated. Elena couldn't help but feel a little bad as she saw the heartbreak and rephrased. "I mean, I would rather win his heart with my own charms," she improvised.

"Ah, you are so noble," the pixie cheered. "Forgive us, we should have known you were too honorable to resort to such tricks."

"And the other vial?" Elena asked, looking at the blue.

"It causes vaginal dysfunction," the sprite explained. "Guaranteed to limit lubrication and block orgasm for weeks."

"Why the hell would I..."

"For your enemies," the fairy said cheerfully. "To make them less desirable to the boy."

"Yeah, I'm not doing that," Elena said, handing the vials back to her.

"Because of your honor?"

"Uh, sure. Let's go with that."

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Lauren Peterson

“Not bad,” Lauren said, admiring her reflection in the locker room mirror. She had transformed her look, swapping out her pastel goth attire for a striking goth lolita ensemble. The new outfit featured a black lace dress adorned with intricate details, puffed sleeves, and a full skirt that fell just above her knees.

Upon adorning the new garments, her hair adjusted itself to match the rest of her ensemble. The pink and blue dyes faded from the hair, leaving it solid black. The hair then wrapped itself into ringlets, performing hours of hair routine in mere seconds.

'That's handy. Finally, one of these transformations useful for something?' Lauren observed, fully accepting that she liked goth outfits now, due to her transformation.

'I'm very happy for you,' Nineteen expressed, feigning interest. 'However, could you please tell me your plan for Olivia? You said you had an idea to eliminate her?' she asked, doubting Lauren's abilities.

'Yes, so I figure who better to tell Olivia about Jezebel than Jezebel himself? Or should I say, John?'

'What?'

'We break John free and have him tell her,' Lauren rephrased.

It took Nineteen a great deal of willpower not to laugh and even more not to let loose a barrage of insults. 'What makes you think that's even possible?'

'You did,' Lauren replied. 'When we first met, I asked you if you could break Katelyn free.'

'I also said doing so could permanently damage her brain,' Nineteen reminded her. 'It's very risky to try and break such mind control. Who knows what could happen?'

'Exactly,' Lauren nodded. 'Which is why we'll test it on John, not sis.'

'He's still your classmate,' Nineteen interjected, not liking where this plan was going. 'You could destroy his mind.'

'He's an asshole, who gives a shit?' Lauren asserted. 'Besides, we only need enough of him to tell his sister who he is. The rest of his brain can fry for all I care.'

Nineteen couldn't help but be impressed by this ruthlessness, but kept it to herself. 'What if Azure finds out?'

'You yourself said Azure sleeps from 2 - 5 AM. We'll do it then,' Lauren countered.

'But what about...'

'Why are you fighting me on this?' Lauren snapped. 'Was all that stuff you told me a lie?'

Nineteen paused for the briefest moment. 'I wouldn't lie to you.'

'Then what's the holdup?' Lauren sneered. 'Can you not do it? Is Azure just too strong for you?'

'AZURE IS NOT STRONGER THAN ME!'

Lauren seized up, feeling Nineteen's rage flare through her body. It only lasted a moment, though, as Nineteen, realizing her mistake, regained her composure.

'My apologies, dear,' she said sweetly. 'If this is truly what you think, I will try my best.'

'Good, glad to hear it.'

'But as you say, let us wait for now. Until Azure is in deepest slumber.'

'Of course we will. I'm not an idiot.'

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Levi Summers

Levi pummeled his pillow again and again, his shouts of frustration echoing through the empty room. Alone, he seethed while Ji-Woo remained somewhere below, still in the theater.

Scenes from the alternate life the DVDs revealed looped endlessly in his mind, refusing to let him rest.

“It’s still her fault! She still did it!” He shouted repeatedly into thin air. “And besides, it was still better when she stayed away. I got to stay with Elena, and…”

He blushed, remembering the images of his intimate encounter in Elena’s dorm. The life they shared. He gulped, the feeling unfamiliar. Even with Elena a contestant on this show, he always thought of her as a friend. Yet seeing her looking at him so lovingly, seeing a world where they were more than friends…

He shook his head. He would think about that later. What mattered was Ji-Woo. ‘This isn’t how it was supposed to go,’ he thought. ‘She was supposed to be the one who caused it. I’m not supposed to feel sorry for… feel sorry for…’

Levi threw his battered pillow across the room. “Alison!” he shouted.

“You called, Master?” the maid asked, materializing in front of him.

“What’s the real world like right now?” Levi barked, sitting up in his bed. “Ji-Woo doesn’t exist, so did my dad still cheat with her?”

Alison hesitated a moment. “It is true we rewrote many people's history to accommodate their removal from existence. Though we attempted to minimize changes to your own history to avoid inconveniencing you.”

"Inconveniencing?" Levi let out a cold laugh.

"Right now, we’re using a placeholder history. He’s divorced, but no one remembers or questions why," Alison explained. "The producers will fill in the details once they know which contestants need their pasts restored."

“Wonderful,” Levi sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Does this displease you?” Alison asked. “Such history rewrites regarding the master's parental infidelity is a relatively new scenario, so those involved are open to feedback.”

“Will you stop acting like you actually care about me!” Levi snapped, getting to his feet. “It’s not funny.”

“I was not attempting humor,” Alison replied. “As Master, your happiness is our priority.”

“Is that supposed to be a joke? Ever since I arrived, all you’ve done is torture me.”

Alison stood motionless for several long seconds. Then, to Levi’s astonishment, she dropped to her knees and bowed low.

“Please accept our most humble apologies.”

“Wh-wha?” Levi asked, taken aback.

“Your experience has been unusual compared to most Harem Hotel masters. The show aims to fulfill your primal desires and provide the freedom you lacked in your previous life.”

“Freedom?” Levi repeated, stepping towards her. “How am I free? I’m Azure's slave, forced to do what she says if I want to give the other hostages points.”

“My apologies, but you seem to misunderstand,” Alison said, shaking her head. “Azure is incapable of awarding points.”

“Then who…”

“You do,” Alison said. “The algorithm may apply certain modifications and bonuses to gamify the results, but the VP is derived from your approval.”

Levi narrowed his eyes, but said nothing.

Alison slowly stood up. "Is this surprising? You must have noticed that the rate of VP has increased as you’ve become more comfortable as a Master. Or that the same action from different contestants gave different rewards. Compare the flirtations you received from Tomoko Nakaya versus Ji-Woo Summers."

Levi thought back to Ji-Woo's constant attempts to show her body off for him early in the show, and the discomfort it gave him. 'Were the points different? I wasn't paying attention to the score.'

"Do you desire another example?" Alison asked, noticing Levi's internal contemplation. "Consider your recent stripping of Ji-Woo Summers and using her as your sushi plate. Would the same points be awarded had you used Ms. Mendez instead?"

"I would never do that to her!" Levi cried.

"Correct," Alison agreed. "Ji-Woo was rewarded because it was something only she could do."

Levi raised a finger, having a realization. "Oh, I get it. Azure sent you, didn't she? You’re her good cop, right?"

Alison shook her head. “No, though if Azure were a better host, she would have.”

"What’s that supposed to mean?" he asked.

Alison hesitated a moment. "Is it your desire that I express an opinion?"

Levi found this request odd, given the unsolicited snark he had seen the maid give Azure. "Go ahead."

Alison nodded. "It’s typical for the Master to struggle with the ethics their job. The host is supposed to help them through this period." Alison tilted her head. "They are not required to do so nicely, of course, but whatever their method, their goal should be to train you to appreciate the blessing you have been given."

She narrowed her eyes. "Has Azure ever actually encouraged you?"

"She reminds me how everyone's lives are at stake," Levi said bitterly, recalling his earliest conversations with her.

"That is not the same," Alison disputed.

"What's the difference?" Levi asked.

"Is it your desire that I express an opinion?" Alison repeated.

Levi let out a loud groan. "Yes."

Alison gave another nod. "That is a threat, not encouragement. You should be partaking in your women because you want to, not out of moral obligation."

Levi leaned forward. "So what, you're saying Azure's breaking the rules by treating the girls like this?"

"That is not remotely what I am saying," Alison corrected. "In many cases it is perfectly appropriate to torment them, especially if it provides the Master amusement."

Levi rolled his eyes. "Fine, then how would you do it?"

Alison remained silent for several seconds. "Please clarify your question."

"How would you host a show?"

"I would detest such tedium," Alison said.

"But if you had to," Levi insisted, wanting very much to know what Harem Hotel without Azure could even be like.

Alison took for a moment to process, her eyes twitching slightly as if she were doing calculations in her head. "If I were to host a season, from scratch..." She paused a moment, then spoke without any delay or hesitation.

"I would utilize the transformations, using them for your benefit instead of Azure's. I would take your harem and strip away all elements that you disliked, while enhancing the features that play into your ideal fantasies. I would help you learn to be honest with your desires. Ensure you do not feel guilt in your role as Master, only knowing the delights of your gifts. I would punish those who deserved it for their past transgressions, or current disrespect, while encouraging their worship. Above all else, I would ensure the contestants' every act is made, not out of fear of elimination, but because they fully understand that their body, soul, and futures belong utterly and solely to you."

Levi stared at the maid, his eyes wide and frozen. Alison glanced away. "Forgive me, I overshared. Such speculation during a running season is unprofessional."

"Whatever, it's not like it matters," Levi muttered, still shaken. "Fine, that's all. You can go away, Alison."

Alison nodded, but hesitated a moment.

"What?" Levi asked, noting that she wasn't leaving.

"Is it your desire that I express..."

"Just say it!" Levi snapped.

"Regarding what you saw in that video," Alison said slowly. "You need not be conflicted. If hating Ji-Woo gives you joy, then as Master, that is justification enough."

Levi rolled his eyes again. "You know, Alison, Azure's going to be mad that you're badmouthing her."

"Oh, that is of no issue," Alison replied. "None of this was on camera. She did leave me in charge of the castle until she returned, after all."

Before Levi could reply, Alison was gone.

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Authors Note: Trying out shorter chapters, more frequently. Hope you enjoy.