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Mona

Mona wakes up with Tegan, cuddling her own tail, snoozing beside her. The consequences from last night are still rattling around in the gamer girl’s head. She got to meet another Master, or, at least a Master still stuck in his version of the game. She thinks she reconciled with Tegan. And, most importantly, she gave someone else an orgasm! And they didn’t recoil in horror! She wants to shout about it from a mountaintop; she’ll settle for bragging about it to Ophelia.

Mona gives Tegan a kiss on the forehead before crawling out of bed. The fox-girl murmurs slightly (Sooooo cute!) then settles back down in sleep. Ophelia is already working on breakfast.

“I did sooooo good last night, Ophie! Did you see?”

The snarky elf sasses, “I saw. Pretty standard asking a beastkin girl out move. Little tame for a first date, but you’ll get there.”

Mona pouts, “I was hoping that you would be proud of me.”

Ophelia shakes her head, “Hey, you did good, Mona. What you want for breakfast?”

Before she can answer, a vicious vixen stomps her way into the kitchen, growling, “Flirting with the help, Mona?” Her ears are on high alert, her tail rigid with rage.

Mona bristles a little, “No, bragging about my cute fiancée to my friend, Tegan.”

Tegan deflates, her voice barely a whisper, “Oh. Sorry.”

Mona goes to hold her fox-waifu’s hand. “I am serious, Tegan. I don’t want to hurt you again. You are free to flirt with the others and I will try my best to not flirt with anyone outside of the harem. I am a giant degenerate pervert, so I will probably fail repeatedly at it, but...”

“Remember that you are mine and I am yours,” the angry archer snarls.

“You two kids are cute and all, but I have work to do. Breakfast orders, then go clean up for the morning.”

Tegan orders the same egg dish Mona had for breakfast for both of them, then half drags Mona out of the kitchen. She insists on separate showers, much to Mona’s disappointment. Guess it’ll take more than one night for us to really work things out. But, by the time they are both showered and dressed, breakfast is ready.

Tegan starts to shovel in her spinach and egg whites like the act of eating is a chore, not a thing to be savored. Mona adds some gochujang to her eggs and eats slowly. Tegan’s plate is empty before Mona is halfway through hers; the vicious vixen asks for a little more. Ophelia gets up from her eggs and heads back towards the kitchen.

“So, Tegan, what’s your plan for today?”

“Training. I’m going to need to figure out how to get more BP, too. The bounties that remain are disgusting. You?”

“I want to confront Tyalangan about a couple of things; I meant to yesterday, but she was unavailable. I also need to spend some private time with Gaia and,” shuddering for a second, “Craig. Then it’s Kevin’s turn tonight.”

Tegan looks like Mona struck her when Kevin was mentioned. Mona quickly tries to change the subject, “For the BP thing, I can give you a minor quest? You can earn BP for doing it.”

Tegan’s eyes narrow, her ears pressing back against her head. “What kind of quest?”

“I was thinking something about you making friends?”

Then, before Tegan can object, the quest was generated:

Tegan’s Week 1 Quest – Make friends with her harem-brothers and -sisters

Reward: 1d12 BP for each friend made, with an additional 1d12 BP for each friendship she seals with a sex act.

Tegan snarls at the quest reward, “I wanted something not perverted.”

“I don’t get to assign rewards. That’s on Tyalangan.”

“Fucking blue freak,” Tegan grumbles.

Ophelia returns, sliding Tegan’s seconds to her a bit more rudely than normal, noting, “That is my mother you are insulting, Fox.” The sea elf sits down and continues to eat, staring at Tegan as if she’s expecting the archer to cause more trouble.

Tegan, for her part, mutters, “Sorry. I’m still not happy about being kidnapped and turned into this. That a fair reason to not exactly like your mom?”

Ophelia shrugs, back to eating her eggs. The tension isn’t exactly relieved. Everyone finishes breakfast in silence. Tegan makes a tactical retreat as soon as she is done.

Mona sighs, “You okay, Ophie?”

“You know I... don’t hate The Queen. I don’t like people insulting her. And, before you say otherwise, I know Tegan meant the curse a whole lot more than the apology. I’ll do my job, but I am not going to be happy about it for those who hate my mom, you know?”

Mona nods, “I get it. Give Tegan some time? And Craig, too? I’m sure that, by the end, we’ll all be glad about being dreamnapped.” She offers a side hug, which the surly maid begrudgingly accepts.

Ophelia points out, “Meeting is soon. You should get downstairs.”

“Did you want to come with me to talk with your mom?”

Ophelia shakes her head, “I can talk with The Queen without you, Mona. Shoo.”

Nodding, Mona starts to head to her throne room, legs groaning at her. Ugh, leg day sucks!

Gaia

Gaia is nuzzling into Tessa’s bare breast. After last night, the two decided to sleep naked. Gaia appreciates how voluptuous Tessa is. She purrs herself awake. Purrs?

Gaia looks up into the mirror. Cat ears! Ooooh, I’m a kitty today! She smiles, seeing pointy teeth. Her heavy muscles from the last couple of days are gone, but there are dark brown splotches on her skin and hair. She has a short, stubby tail. She snuggles into Tessa’s breast and purrs again.

“Ready to get up for the day, Gaia?”

“You think Mona will like me as a kitty?”

“Probably. Mona seems open to a lot of this stuff. Still, I’ve been laying here for a couple of hours waiting for you to wake up. Sooo, ready?”

Gaia bounces up. “Ah, Tessa! You didn’t have to stay in bed for me!”

“I didn’t mind. Gave me some time to think. I have a date to plan for tomorrow. Shower, then breakfast?”

She drags Tessa out of bed and towards the showers. We can’t waste water by showering separately. Gaia hops into the spraying water and scrubs down her body as quickly as she can. She feels that her ears and tail are extra sensitive, just like when she was a bear-girl. As soon as she gets the last bits of dried sex fluids off of her, Gaia starts to turn off the water, only for Tessa to stop her.

“I’m not done yet.”

“We can’t waste water!”

“Call it a health concern. I feel a little dry from not being in water since yesterday. Give me a couple more minutes.”

Gaia grumbles and stares at the sea elf. Tessa does look pretty good in that shower, I have to admit. Gaia gets dressed in her date outfit and Tessa in her magical girl uniform. They head down to breakfast together. Caoimhe is sitting there with Andromeda. Caoimhe is eating innocent baby chickens and pig bits; Andromeda isn’t eating anything. The two wave them over; Tessa and Gaia sit, just in time for the nice blasphemer Skye to come out to get orders. Tessa decides to eat more baby chickens and some innocent salmon. Gaia asks for her usual vegan breakfast (plus some catnip, because why not?), only to be warned, “I’m not sure about that, Gaia. Pretty sure that cats are obligate carnivores.”

“Well, I’m a vegan, so...”

Skye bites her lip, but nods.

Tessa starts up the conversation with the kids, “So, Caoimhe, I’m surprised you are in drow form.”

Caoimhe shrugs, “Craig is an asshole and we’re fighting about the bed. He won’t share it with male me and female me really wants to gut him for being an uppity male, so it’s a problem. He got the bed last night for... reasons, so I went Caoimhe so I could go into reverie on the loveseat. It wasn’t that bad. Just had to resist murdering him in his sleep.”

Andromeda notes, “The decreased need for proper sleep is quite the boon. You should consider staying in Caoimhe form every night.”

Caoimhe shrugs again, “Maybe next week, if I have a roommate that is worthy of touching me like this.”

Tessa asks, “How’s the spell scribing going, Andromeda?”

“I just have Witch Bolt left to scribe from my free spells. I’ll get Level 3 and those spell scrolls today. My sense of touch is slowly returning. I can feel as if my hands are encased in extremely thick gloves right now, which is a vast improvement.”

Breakfast arrives. Tessa starts consuming innocent animals as if it’s no big deal and it churns her stomach. The temporary cat-girl starts to eat her vegan overnight oats. It tastes off. Very off. Gaia makes a face. She keeps trying to eat, but it’s just gets worse and worse. She starts to gag, then rushes to the canteen bathroom. The temporary cat-girl hurls in the toilet; she’s lucky she got the toilet bowl lid flipped up before she spewed. She’s also lucky the bidet didn’t blast her in the face when she flushes.

Heading to the sink, Gaia washes her face, getting the last bits of oat vomit off of her face. A voice reverberates in the bathroom, declaring, “Even when you are a predator, you think like PREY!”

Gaia’s heart is threatening to burst out of her chest. She doesn’t recognize the voice, but it rocks her to the core. The fuck was that?

Craig

Craig’s back is a lot less aching this morning. The bed in the Winter Room is super nice; this was the best night of sleep he had in ages. Certainly the best night since he was kidnapped. Granted, being molested by a tentacle statue all night and cramming myself in a too small loveseat does not provide much competition, but still...

He hits the shower, gets dressed, and heads downstairs for breakfast. He has maybe half and hour to eat and get down to the throne. He hasn’t seen the other contestants in the canteen. A steaming mound of eggs and breakfast meats is delivered once he gets his order in. He gorges himself on it. It’s so good. He grabs a couple fistfuls of extra sausage on his way out the door. Devouring them as he walks down the stairs, he sees the others in position.

The blue bitch appears, in a less hectic mood than last time. She smiles, then starts her spiel, “Good morning Mona, contestants, and perverts from around the multiverse. Welcome back to Harem Hotel. Three dates down, three more to go before our first Major Quest. Gaia currently has a demanding lead in our little contest, but I am sure that at least one of our next three date nights will shake things up.”

“One accounting mistake on my end,” the Host notes, “While we gave credit to Mona for Tegan’s level up bounty, we did not give Tegan her reward. Let me fix that very quickly and then we can check out the leaderboard? My bonny bunny?”

The bunny bimbo appears and waves her illusionary leaderboard up in the air:

Mistress Mona currently has 100 BP! Good job!

• Gaia Level 3 52 XP +24 BP
• Kevin Level 3 13 XP +85 BP
• Tessa Level 3 10 XP +95 BP
• Andromeda Level 2 33 XP +105 BP
• Tegan Level 1 13 XP +45 BP
• Craig 0 XP -10 BP

“As you can calculate,” the bitch declares, “Tegan has now joined the others in qualifying for our first Major Quest through her efforts on her date last night, even if she hasn’t leveled up yet. I presume both her and Andromeda will do so sometime today? Still, some questions abound. Will Gaia keep her lead? Will Craig earn enough XP to qualify for the Quest? How many of Mona’s weekly bounties will be cashed in? Tune in to find out!”

Tyalangan

Right as she ends the contestant portion of the meeting, Tyalangan freezes the room with a snap. She has an announcement just for the audience. She smirks and moves towards the middle of the throne room. The Host draws her sword and spins it around like a cane (in a classic Host move). Resting the point into the plush runner, she leans and greets, “Well, perverts, we should do a little audience participation update, too. After it spent so much time making a shop, our show-runner is so disappointed in the lack of purchases so far. So, it asked for me to reach out and make some special offers. Tina?”

“Yeah, cutie?” her bonny bunny asks, hopping to squish her breasts into Tyalangan’s upper arm.

“Present our special offers.”

“Will do, cutie!”

The illusion updates with a little ad:

Announcing The Week One Fan-Mail Specials!!!!

• Send Fan-Mail to Mona and All Six Contestants – Receive a 20% off coupon (up to a 1000 BP value!)
• Send Tyalangan Fan-Mail, Too – Coupon will be upgraded to 25% off (up to a 1250 BP value!)
• Hardric writes to Daphne – 1000 BP to Hardric, 200 BP for everyone else that has at least 100 BP by the time Fan-Mail is published.

“That’s right, we are announcing that the Fan-Mail spigot is now officially open! Other seasons writing in are welcome. Or, you can be an Hardric and write as a reader. Write to Mona, to contestants, to staff, to random citizens in town if you’d like.”

Tina quips, “I’d like some gifts, too!”

Tyalangan shakes her head, but pushes on, “In brief, in addition to the BP you’ll earn for the letters themselves, you give Mona and all six contestants a letter each, you’ll get a 20% off coupon for one item in the audience store. If you want to tell me what I’m doing wrong, I’ll listen and bump you up to a 25% off coupon. These coupons will expire at the beginning of the Major Quest, so you’ll need to use them quickly!”

“In addition, my mermaid-wife Daphne is still waiting for a letter from Hardric; she really wants to be pen pals. She’s had a frame up basically since she got sucked into the harem, waiting for that first letter. A century of hanging up an empty frame, waiting for her potential pen pal to write to her makes my heart ache. So, Hardric writes in, I’ll give him 1000 BP for that Daphne letter. And 200 BP to everyone else that has at least 100 BP by the time Fan-Mail is published.”

“Fan-mail will be published the morning of Day 6, so, if you’ll get them to us by the time the evening of Day 5 airs in your dimension, it would be appreciated.”

Tina pipes up, “And don’t forget to subscribe to TinaTitanofTrickery on Insta-Thot for all your Hot Tina Action needs!”