And party every day

Morgana looked out upon the most lovely sight she had ever seen. It was a library! A beautiful, gorgeous library, the kind that always dominated her fantasies. Books upon books upon books were stacked in rows miles and miles long, stretching out into eternity, and yet somehow she could feel they were all right at her fingertips. She sucked in a breath of air and softly exhaled, taking a slight step forward as her fingers twitched towards the nearest shelf, itching to take one of the books for her own.

And then it just… flew right into her hands, like it was always there, or no… like it had spent an eternity waiting for Morgana to arrive, and now that she was here, it could finally fulfill the purpose it was created for.

She flipped open the book, her heart pounding in her chest.

…And not a word could be read.

“Eh?!” Morgana’s eyes widened, and she turned page after page, trying to read the text, but it was all scrawls of gibberish that was indecipherable to the human eye.

All the knowledge at her fingertips, and she couldn’t read any of it!? It was like a sick joke! Morgana wanted to cry.

But she woke up, instead.

“Eh!?” Her gasp in real life mimicked her gasp in her dream, as she sprung up from her bed, eyes wide in shock. She looked around the dimly-lit Luxury Suite, and realized that was her first dream of the round.

She couldn’t communicate it to anyone- but she could still speculate about what it would entail.

“So it’s a library,” she muttered to herself as she climbed out of bed, tiptoeing towards the bathroom to freshen up for the morning. As she passed her nightstand, she saw the witch hat resting beside her bed, and her sleep-clouded brain realized the meaning of her dream instantly.

“…A magic library,” she whispered, her heart pounding with delight.

Nick wanted her to find a magical library? To amplify her new transformation? That’s what would make him happy? Or at least, what Dakota thought would make him happy?

How convenient- Morgana wanted to do that herself!

She had a mission for today, at least, and so she went to go wash up and get ready for it.

When she stepped out of the bathroom a few minutes later, she was confronted by her roommate. Amelia stood in the center of the room with a cold expression on her slightly-flushed face. Her hair was tied up in a perfect bun, and she looked flawless as always- if not irate.

Her piercing green eyes nearly made Morgana crumble on the spot.

“Um… good… good morning,” the goth girl said with a shaky smile, waving a trembling hand at the older woman. “Sleep well?”

She desperately tried to remember the fantasy she’d written in her diary last night- the one Amelia had volunteered to take. At least, that had been Morgana’s assumption, anyway.

Morgana was quickly realizing that maybe she’d gotten something wrong.

“We need to talk,” Amelia said coldly.

Morgana gulped, and nodded.

“You… did you like the dream?” She asked hopefully. “I thought it would be a good fit for you… um… you and Nick… together…”

“In a classroom. Yes. It was… thorough,” Amelia interrupted her. Her eye twitched. “I did not consent to you writing my name down in your diary last night.”

Morgana paled. “I-I thought…”

Amelia sighed. “That was my mistake,” she said, her voice softening slightly. She approached Morgana and extended her hand, caressing the goth girl’s cheek. Morgana looked surprised by the delicate gesture, and the equally-delicate expression on the other woman’s face.

“I did not properly convey my intentions last night,” Amelia clarified. “I meant that I would assist you in finding a willing volunteer. But you interpreted my words to mean that I was volunteering myself, correct?”

“…Yeah,” Morgana squeaked out.

“Do not mistake me. I am not upset.” Amelia felt the need to explain that clearly, so Morgana wouldn’t misunderstand. “The content of the dream was not what I intended. But it was my fault that the misunderstanding occurred. I would be remiss to hold it against you. Do not be alarmed.”

“So… we’re good?” Morgana asked hopefully, looking up at Amelia with shiny eyes.

“There are no issues between us,” Amelia assured her with a nod. “Now- onto the matter at hand.”

Morgana blinked. “…Huh?”

Amelia narrowed her eyes. “There were several details in your fantasy that were incorrect. If you wish to capture the verisimilitude of a private school supplementary lesson, your education on that topic is unfortunately inadequate. But this concern can be remedied with minimal effort. We shall begin right away.”

Morgana’s eyes bulged out of her skull and her face turned even paler than before.

Kim awoke, frustrated and with stringy black hair tangled in her mouth.

“Blegh, ugh, uck,” she mumbled, crawling out from under Gina, and nearly falling out of the candy-covered sheets.

She was in a room loaded with sugar and filled with delicacies, and wouldn’t you know it, she woke up tasting hair in the morning. What a fucking surprise.

“Good morning!” Dakota chirped, tossing a bucket of water onto the bed. Kim just barely managed to scramble out of the way before the wave of water washed over Gina.

“Waaaaaah!” Gina leapt out of bed like a drowned cat, scrambling and flailing about in confusion. “What the fuck!?” She looked around frantically, and her eyes landed on a smiling Dakota.

“Dakota?!”

“Good morning!” Dakota repeated, waving at Gina with an innocent smile on her face. “Just fulfilling our agreement. Remember? You said you wanted me to wake you up with a bucket of water in the morning?”

“I didn’t agree to that!”

“Maybe I agreed for both of us, then. No matter, it’s time to move on!” Dakota turned to the two girls with shiny golden eyes- aimed predatorily at Kim.

Kim bristled.

“Let me guess…” she groaned, sensing what the host was going to say before she even said it.

Dakota smirked.

“That’s right,” she purred. “It’s time for your Sick Day!”

Yesterday afternoon, just as Kim had feared, she had arrived at work too late, and thus, had not been able to fully complete her shift.

Per her agreement with Dakota, that meant Kim would have to work today, and take a Sick Day punishment transformation at the same time.

Might as well face the music.

“So what’s it going to be?” Kim asked, brushing herself off and standing up. “It better not be something ridiculous.”

“Why, I would never!” Dakota held her hand over her mouth, looking aghast. “Ridiculous? Certainly not!”

She shook her head.

Kim rolled her eyes. “Just get it over with,” she grunted.

Dakota flashed a toothy smile and flicked her cane about. “I’d be just happy to!” She replied, and struck Kim with her next punishment transformation.

• Mild Mannered: It is important to display proper courtesy and etiquette as an employee. With this transformation, Kim will now be compelled to use polite language when interacting with others. That means using “Sir” or “Ma’am” whenever appropriate, to show proper deference, among other things. (Punishment)

Kim recoiled a little from the transformation, and looked at Dakota in surprise. “Wait, that… is that really it?” She asked suspiciously, doubting that anything could really be so convenient. “I just have to use polite language when addressing other people, ma’am?”

Dakota smirked. “Not so bad at all, is it?”

Kim gasped, and realized that she’d just done exactly that. She scowled.

Gina, who had been following along silently in the corner, now found herself quite intrigued by this prospect. “So wait, you’ve got to get to work now, isn’t that right?” She asked Kim, hopping into the conversation.

“Yes, ma’am,” Kim said automatically. Her eyes widened as she saw Gina laugh her ass off. It took Kim a moment to consider the implications of this particular transformation.

“I think you can see where this is going,” Dakota said, smiling at the look of dawning realization on the other woman’s face. “Now, let’s get to work soon! You don’t want to be late, after all!”

“Of course you would pick the one where I need to be polite on the one day I get a Sick Day punishment while still going to work, ma’am,” Kim groaned, rolling her eyes. At least this transformation didn’t seem to affect how she spoke to others THAT much. It just made her have to use specific terms when addressing other people.

If she’d had to change her dialogue to completely match someone like Octavia? That would be a whole different story.

“Well, better get to work then,” Gina said, holding her hands over her mouth to keep from doubling over laughing.

Kim shot her a look. “Don’t you need to go dry off?” She asked, indicating to Gina’s soaked clothing.

Gina shrugged. Kim raised a good point.

The two headed off to their individual obligations, but first, Kim went down to go get breakfast. Unlike yesterday, there was no chance of her coming in late to work, after all.

When Kim got to the Banquet Hall, she was relieved to see that she’d arrived early enough that not very many people were here. Vivian had been her main point of concern. If the heiress had caught wind of her punishment transformation, she would absolutely have a field day taking advantage of it and driving Kim crazy, and that was the last thing she wanted.

No, the only person down here at the moment was Dawn.

“Good morning, ma’am,” Kim greeted the short girl as she sat down across from her. Dawn’s ears rose in surprise and she gave Kim a quizzical look.

“…Okay, what’s going on here?” She asked suspiciously, narrowing her eyes. “What happened?”

Kim sighed. “It’s this punishment transformation I got, because I couldn’t finish my shift last night,” she grumbled, shaking her head. “I’ve got to refer to everyone politely. So you and Gina and the other members of the harem I need to address as ‘ma’am’. And I’m assuming if I run into Nick today, I’m going to have to say ‘sir’ or whatever.”

She rolled her eyes to show the ridiculousness of that, while Dawn sipped her morning tea thoughtfully.

“Well, if you want to commiserate, at least you got a good night’s sleep yesterday, and didn’t have your roommate keeping you up all night.”

Considering Kim’s roommate was Gina, that was saying a lot.

“I did get woken up with a mouthful of hair,” Kim pointed out. She noted the bags under the cat girl’s eyes. “But what happened between you and Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin? Was she really that bad of a roommate? She didn’t keep you up all night playing arcade games, did she?” That had certainly been one of Kim’s concerns for Dawn’s sanity.

Dawn grimaced and shook her head. “Worse,” she muttered. “Much, much worse. See, in order to keep her from staying up all night dancing, I tempted her with some stories about Nick from elementary school. You know, the kind of stuff we did together when we were kids. And she wanted more. And more. And more.”

The assassin had kept her up well into the night insisting Dawn share more stories.

It had been fun right up until Dawn’s voice started to go out. Sharing a conversation with someone who couldn’t actually share a conversation wasn’t how Dawn liked to spend her time.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that, ma’am,” Kim apologized. She winced. “Hopefully things won’t be so bad? I don’t know, maybe I could talk to her or something?”

“Well, I thought she was coming down here for breakfast,” Dawn said, looking around. “She was gone when I woke up this morning.”

“I’m surprised you woke up so early!” Kim’s eyes were wide. “After what you described, I’d probably be sleeping in if I could!” She ate a spoonful of her yogurt. “I mean, staying up that late… But don’t worry, you still look great, ma’am!”

A murky shadow crossed Dawn’s face and she shook her head grimly. “Yeah, no,” she muttered. “The way things are? No. Just… no.”

Well, that was colorful.

Dawn sat up straight in her seat, and stretched out a yawn.

“I spent the whole last round staying in late…” she mumbled out, her eyes fluttering tiredly. “I **** myself out of bed this morning…”

Kim had a fun thought. Maybe it was a bad one, but she was feeling a little playful.

She held up her hands and sent a burst of water out that soaked Dawn’s clothes.

The result was instantaneous. With a squawk, Dawn leapt up into the air, her eyes wide with disbelief. She scrambled to right herself, her tail flicking behind her back, and she glared at Kim.

“Kim-!?” She exclaimed in disbelief, not sure what to make of what had just happened. “Are you crazy?! Why did you-!?”

“Woke you up, didn’t it?” Kim pointed out. “You’re quite welcome, ma’am!”

“But now my clothes are soaked!” Dawn screeched at her.

“I can fix that!” Kim held up her hands again, and drew the water out of Dawn’s clothes, drying them off completely. It was like she’d never been soaked in the first place. “There, you see? Totally fine!”

Dawn wasn’t amused.

“…I suppose I should thank you,” she begrudgingly stated, crossing her arms over her chest. “But I really don’t like it.”

Kim shrugged, and flashed a grin at the other girl. “Just trying to help. But I’m concerned about Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin… whenever she just goes off on her own to wander around, it’s never a good sign. Did you hear about her game of tag with Nick?”

Dawn shrugged and adjusted her glasses. Thankfully, Kim hadn’t drenched them in water. “Not my problem,” she replied. “And thanks for your offer… but I don’t think she’s going to be that easy to reason with.”

Kim winced.

“Sorry ma’am… I just thought, well, maybe she’d listen to me.”

Dawn nodded. “She is attached to you… but I couldn’t ask you to do that. I’ll think of some way to handle her. Or, worst comes to worst, I’ll use my BP and pay to swap rooms with you.”

“But then you’d be rooming with Gina again,” Kim pointed out. “Maybe swap rooms with her, instead, pair those two up together!”

Dawn’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. “Wouldn’t that be cruel?”

“…To who?” Kim pondered which woman would actually be harder to room with. She had half a mind to follow through with the crazy idea just for the shenanigans that would ensue- but she didn’t want to push her luck.

With a shake of her head, Dawn dismissed the idea. “I can manage,” she said again. “But thanks for the offer.”

“You don’t have to, ma’am,” Kim said gently. “That’s my point.”

She and Dawn weren’t that close- this was one of the longest conversations she’d had with the other woman uninterrupted. But she knew that Dawn was the kind of person who worked hard and shouldered burdens onto herself all the time.

Kim was the same way, she knew all the signs.

“Well… there is one more thing I wanted to talk to you about,” Dawn said, her tail standing on end in a way that made her look rather worried, much to Kim’s curiosity.

“Oh?” Kim raised her eyebrow.

Dawn nodded. “See… it’s about… well… my transformation.”

Kim blinked. “Your transformation?” She asked. “What about it?” She didn’t remember Dawn’s transformation all that well.

Dawn was quick to pull it up for her, though.

• The New Thing All the Kids Are Into: At the beginning of each round, Dawn will have a vision of a specific sexual act. (Blowjob, handjob, etc.) She will feel more strongly compelled to do that act than any other form of sex, and urge other girls to do the same, aspiring to show that she can do it better than they can. Each time Dawn “wins” against another girl in this competition, as determined honestly by Nick, she will receive a small sum of VP as a prize. (Competitive)

“…Oh, right, that one.” Kim winced as she considered the implications. “So you got your vision, then? In a dream like Morgana, I’m guessing?”

Dawn tightened her lips into a thin line and nodded slowly. “That’s right,” she grumbled, rubbing her temples. “A vision. That’s a good way to put it, I guess. What it actually was, was a sex dream with Nick.”

Kim shrugged. “Is that so bad?” She asked. “I mean, you guys have had sex plenty of times before, right ma’am?”

“Right, but this one was a little… different.” Dawn’s cheeks turned pink as she recalled it. There was more than one reason she’d had a rough night’s sleep last night.

“Please do tell me,” Kim said, leaning in close. “I want to hear. Maybe I can be of some help, ma’am.” It still felt weird, calling Dawn “ma’am” like that. But at the same time, it made Kim feel strangely close to the other woman.

Dawn sighed. “It was… a sex contest,” she said, her ears flattening on her skull. “I had to compete with the other girls in Nick’s harem… and we were all doing the same exact thing, only I was trying to do it better than any of you.”

“But I was pretty good at it, right?” Kim joked. She noted a distinct lack of specifics, which was unusual for someone who was usually so thorough. “So what exactly was this sex act, then? Stop beating around the bush and just tell me! Was it a threesome?”

Dawn shook her head. “No, it wasn’t that. It was… um… my… my b-butt.”

Kim stared blankly at the other girl.

“…What, like anal sex?”

“NO!” Dawn exclaimed, her tail going wild. Her eyes widened and she shook her head frantically. “Not… I wasn’t putting it in… down there!”

“So what, you were rubbing your butt against him or something? Like a lap dance?”

Dawn cringed, and she looked like she wanted to melt into a puddle of goo like Marley.

She timidly nodded her head.

“I… I had him put his… member, between my buttcheeks, and… bring him to completion that way.”

Kim let out a long, low whistle.

“That’s quite a fantasy. So… how are you planning to fulfill that particular fetish for him, ma’am?”

Dawn glared daggers at Kim. But before she could spit a scathing answer at the other girl, the door to the Banquet Hall opened, and Rose sauntered in with a big grin on her face, giving no care at all to the present tension in the room.

“Good morning!” She tittered, waving to the girls, completely ignorant of what had just transpired. “Have a good rest last evening?”

Dawn sighed and rubbed her temples in frustration. Where to even start with this?