Awakenings, Much Less Rude.

Tina

Tina once again finds herself in Vinny’s disgusting office, this time strapped to some kind of weird box thing? All Tina really knows is that the pointy bit of it is spreading her lower lips apart and is causing a dull pain. She tries to stand up, only to not be strong enough to break the bonds. She grunts in pain as she slams down on the lip of the box thing.

Vinny appears, many contracts in hand, “Yo, Toots, Jack was very happy wif yer performance today. He’s offering a long-term contract, but I told him dat’ll have to wait until yer show’s over. Cum Guzzlers was happy wif yer blowjob too. Glad yoo are startin’ to get wif the program. I got some more fer yoo. Soooo many people were interested in sponsorin’ part of yer date. Let’s get started signing dese contracts.”

Noo! Please, no! I just want a normal date! Ms. E, if you care, help me!

Suddenly, both Tina and Vinny find themselves in an underground forest. Weird. She gives a glance towards her devilish agent, who is freaking out, partially due to the fact that he’s locked in some kind of solid chastity device. Good. Tina beams as she sees Vinny cower in fear.

“Good evening, Ms. Campbell. Are you sleeping well?” the giant silver rabbit greets.

“Outside of my visits to this asshole, yeah.”

“Speaking of your agent, I know it’s generally rude to speak in a foreign language like this, but some things need to be said in private.” The rabbit begins to address Vinny in an awful sounding language. It almost seems antithetical to Ms. E’s whole thing to use it. Vinny cowers more and more as it goes on. In fact, Tina smells sulfur by the end. Eww.

“Toots, please take dese contracts to her.”

Shrugging, Tina takes the papers and spreads them around in front of the bunny. She can’t help but pet the bunny as it reads. So soft.

More antithetical language. More cowering. Vinny and his contracts disappear.

“What was all of that?” Tina asks, continuing to pat the bunny.

“Oh, Ms. Campbell, sorry about all of that. I did what I could. None of those contracts were acceptable and I told him so. He also promised not to mess with your self-determination during your date. Sorry for not doing more. I will warn you that my ability to stop him as a producer is limited to arguments based on our ratings. The fact that you having a bad date would be bad for ratings only works for date night. I will be able to do less on normal days, where your contract fulfillment is ‘comic relief’ or cross-promotion advertising. If you want a fast solution to that particular problem, ask your Ms. Kimura. She’ll know what to do.”

She gives the bunny a few more pets and suddenly appears, fully awake, in the Master’s Suite. Josie is still asleep. Tina leans over and gives her a peck on the cheek. She then checks her phone. 4:38 AM. Damn. That’s early.

Grabbing the rest of her stuff and plopping them in her inventory, she starts to sneak out. Her phone goes off. A text from Francis: “Wait.”

Oh. He’s up. I should at least say good-bye.

“Mornin’, Francis. I wanted to get my date planning stuff done before the meeting. Sooo, if you don’t mind...”

Francis is sitting in a dark corner of his reading nook, his phone the only source of light. He points to his phone, then starts typing. Another series of text message: “I’ll let you go shortly. Sorry.” “The other voice has complete control of my thoughts and speaking. At least in English.” “It’s fucking weird to rely on translating your native language from one you had no idea existed a couple of weeks ago.”

Fuuuuck. That’s bad. “I’m so sorry. Guess I’ll need to learn another language, quickly.”

Another set of texts: “How much did I disappoint you last night?” “Producer solve your agent problem?” “Can you summarize your contracts, so I know anything else to expect?” “Need anything before you go?”

“Francis, you were great last night. Don’t let the voice tear you down. Producer did what she could, but Vinny is still going to be a problem. Yesterday’s contract was a one-time guest appearance on a different game show. As much as I love the Magic Frappuccino, no more Bobcafe for me. The contestant got tricked by his boss to go on the show to prep for a promotion. He won like a thousand dollars and was turned into a brain-dead secretary with tits bigger than his head that constantly needs to rub his little clitty. Fuck them. The Cum Guzzler one is still going. You saw the worst of it, as far as I know. Can I have a hug?”

He stands up and gives her a side-hug.

“A real hug?”

He shifts over to give a real hug. She nuzzles his budding breasts a little and he strokes her ears ever so slightly. Mmmm. Suddenly, she pushes him off. “As much as I want you to hug me to orgasm, we got a dungeon to delve. See you soon, cutie.” A quick peck on the cheek, and she bounds down the stairs. I got a date to plan.

Scarlet

Scarlet wakes up in Daphne’s iron grip, the mermaid’s lips firmly locked on Scarlet’s breast. She enjoys the sensation of Daphne’s suckling. Good thing I slept in the middle.

Daphne: +1 VP (Nipple play)

She looks over to her other bedmate. Dinah is curled up in a ball facing the wall. That relationship is still strained. It will take quite a while for it to heal. The mermaid stirs.

“Morning, Fish.”

“Morning, Human.”

Checking to see that Dinah is still asleep, she turns to ask, “It’s been a couple of days. We never talked about what happened. I’m...”

“Don’t apologize. And definitely don’t talk about it while the cameras are rolling. Just know that I’m happy to be in my Beloved’s harem and can’t wait until we’re all one big orgy throwing family.” The mermaid shows off her teeth with her smile. Why did they have to leave the shark teeth when they made her human?

“How can you be so nonchalant about this?”

“My people are pretty simple when it comes down to it. We want to eat, sleep, grow eggs, implant eggs. Most things we like doing lead to one of those goals. Honestly, they probably would consider me weird for even wanting to be loved. Oh, I think I get the name now. Gee, my Beloved is clever.”

“And the enslavement and the rest of the show garbage?”

“I’ve watched enough season finales and did enough research to know that my Beloved isn’t going to turn into a monster and that the bad show stuff is temporary. How you holding up? I still feel like I haven’t made it up to you. If you need anything...”

“You have more than paid your debt to me. If anything, I owe you so much. What can I do for you?”

“Outside of that orgasm you still owe me? Help me help my Beloved.”

She’s not going to let that go, huh? “Maybe during the Master Suite portion of my date, I can give both you and Francis a private lesson in enjoying your new anatomy.”

The fish leans in to give Scarlet a peck on the cheek. “I’d like that. Now, here’s hoping Skye was nice enough to make me some fish for breakfast.”

Indigo

Once Indigo sees Daphne and Scarlet head over to breakfast, she approaches their dorm door and performs the programmed knock. A comatose Dinah opens the door and lets her in. Dinah finds the milker that she hid while **** and hooks herself up to the machine. It whirls to life and starts extracting milk. Indigo giggles with malicious glee.

Once it looks like she has enough milk, she pours some into Dinah’s mouth. Time to add some more programming! This is so fun. It’s like building my own video game, but it’s someone’s life.

“Alright, Dinah, tell me everything that has happened since I last feed you.”

Dinah mindlessly drones through her day yesterday. Hmm...

“So, Dinah, you feel incredibly guilty for feeding Scarlet. So guilty that you need my permission to feed someone again. When you feed, you will always add whatever I tell you to add when you get permission. Understand?”

“Yes, super smexy future mistress”

“You will pay me... 40 BP and then forget you had it. Understand?”

“Yes, super smexy future mistress.” Dinah pulls out her phone and transfers 40 BP.

Dinah: -40 BP

Indigo: +40 BP

“Finally, until I am your mistress, you will be feeling like something important is missing in your life. A soulmate. Until you find her, you will be incredibly depressed. And none of the other girls can fill that void, no matter how hard you try. Do you know who will?”

“You will, my super smexy future mistress.”

The storage tank is full, so Indigo summons a big ol’ thermos from her inventory. She collects as much milk as she can, then drinks the rest, settling into the milky high. Sooo good.

Josie

Josie wakes up a little later than normal. Still, Francis is laying beside her, make-up already done, hair combed and re-braided, gently smiling. The smile struggles to reach his eyes.

“Hey, old lady. You sore from last night?”

He points to his phone, then starts typing. Josie reads the messages. Fuck.

“Might answer my question at least.”

He types; she reads: “A little.” “You?”

“Ready for pancakes, old lady. After sex pancakes is a tradition.”

He just shakes his head and sits up. He texts as he walks: “Did you want to break fast up here or head downstairs?” “Not sure if I’m ready to face everyone like this.”

“I’ll keep you company, old lady.”

Breakfast pancakes have already been placed for Josie, with a glass of water, a cup of black coffee, and her morning supplements on the side. Francis has his usual breakfast waiting at his throne. He slides it over to another chair and waits for her to sit. Breakfast is quiet. Francis is putting on a brave face, but seems to be on the verge of tears the entire time. Josie ends up wrapping an arm around him.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I pushed you too hard.”

He types his response, sighing: “Not that. Enjoyed most of it.” “Just not sure how long I can deal with the aftermath.”

“I’m sure Tina’s gonna want to smash some skulls as part of your date. I bet that’ll relieve some stress. Til then, ready to face the day?”

He nods. The two walk, hand in hand, towards the bathhouse. He gives her the closest thing to a smile she seen since she’s gotten up. Then, both freeze in their tracks on the stairwell. The aquarium wall changed overnight. Near the top of the stairwell, a golden frame has been hung on the glass wall, framing a golden statue placed within the aquarium proper. A statue of Josie plowing Francis in the ass. He looks... uncomfortable. I look exultant. And damn, the expanded girls look good in gold. On both of us.

Francis is blushing. Josie gives him a reassuring back rub. He turns to look at her. This time, he actually is crying. He says something in... whale? Might as well be whale, for all she understood.

“Hey, Francis, you are so important to me. You’re my best friend. If I was to be sucked into this situation, there is no one I would rather have by my side. We will get you through this. Okay? Nod if you understand.”

He nods, tears still streaming. His eye make-up is in ruins. He can’t bring himself to look at the statue again. But he puts one foot in front of the other and walks down the stairs. Josie follows. If he would’ve only held out a little longer when Tina and I were tag-teaming him. But the moment passed. Next time. Next time, I better be able to tell her.

Skye

Skye is feeling pretty good right now. She was able to reassure Ms. Tina, who was worrying about some devil ruining her life and that Francis is broken. More reasons to get magic. Ms. Daphne is slowly starting to use silverware, slicing her breakfast fish into almost reasonable bites. Ms. Tina and Ms. Daphne is assembling a brief plan for the bonny bunny’s date today.

Ms. Scarlet has a question for the table, once a lull in the conversation arises, “So, I had a therapy session with Francis yesterday. Something that may help him overcome his Identity, Interrupted transformation is that we all need to put in more effort to treat him as a woman. Can you all please help me help him?”

Ms. Tina blurts out, ears drooping, “Josie and I kinda broke him last night. We maxed the transformation out, I think? It’s bad.”

“How bad?”

Ms. Tina summarizes her experience with Francis this morning.

“Not a problem, Tina. Skye and I both know Elvish. I also know Aquan. Either of us can translate, if it comes down to it. And all we need to do is get my Beloved to believe he’s a lady. We just need to nudge him along the rest of the way.”

Everyone’s phone fires off a notification. It’s Ms. Josie: “We’re incoming. Francis is pretty fragile right now. Everyone be nice.”

Soon enough, Josie and Francis join the breakfast table. He looks sad. Ms. Daphne, lacking tact, “Hey, Beloved! Wow! You started growing egg sacs! Or, breasts, I guess I should call yours. Wait a sec... I was going to buy that transformation.”

“Daph, you wanted our girlfriend to need a size Q bra cup.”

“She’d look so hot!”

“<You okay, Francis?>” Skye asks in Elvish.

“<I’ll manage.>”

“<You eat?>”

“<Yeah. Lesser problem, but I’m feeling a little bloated. Think I ate too much yesterday. Dropping 30 or so pounds at once is going to need a pretty dramatic change in my diet.>”

Ms. Scarlet needs to hold back Ms. Daphne. The mermaid is very interested in making Francis’ breasts bigger. Francis responds by giving her a gentle headbutt and making whale noises. Ms. Daphne makes whale noises back then sits on her hands. Ms. Scarlet does not let go of the mermaid.

Ms. Josie speaks up, “Anybody else weirded out by the whale songs?”

Ms. Scarlet replies, “I presume it’s Aquan. Daphne offered to translate it for us.” Ms. Scarlet gives Ms. Daphne a squeeze.

That gets the mermaid to focus, “Oh, sorry. Distracted by my Beloved’s egg sacs. So excited by them. My Beloved was asking how I handled sleeping downstairs and told me about his inner Karen taking control of his remnant human brain. I complained that no one wanted to show me how to use my not-cloaca and told him that I love him, even if he’s haunted by an evil hag-voice. I miss anything, Beloved?”

He shakes his head ‘no’. Breakfast is quickly finished and the group heads towards the bathhouse. Indigo is sitting in a corner, playing on her phone. Wait, where’s Ms. Dinah?

The mean lady starts hovering over the bath. She starts her cackling, “Well, I haven’t had to do this in a while, folks! Somebody’s late!”

Suddenly, Dinah is splashing down into the warm bath water. She starts to panic. Francis dives in and fishes her out. As he assists her in getting to the edge of the pool, it looks like Dinah has been crying for hours.

Dinah: -2 VP (Missed Morning Meeting)

“Ooooh, that’s fun. I love torturing dumb sluts. Speaking of dumb sluts, let’s look at the leaderboard!”

The display refreshes with an updated leaderboard:

• Josie 71 VP 45 BP

• Tina 64 VP 175 BP

• Daphne 39 VP 26 BP

• Dinah 36 VP 15 BP

• Scarlet 31 VP 326 BP

• Skye 20 VP 20 BP

• Indigo 6 VP 50 BP

Wait, how did Ms. Dinah’s BP get so low? And how did Indigo’s get so high? Something weird is going on.

“As you can see,” the mean lady continues, “gym slut did very good on her date last night. Glad you took my advice! It’s bunny slut’s turn tonight. Will she reclaim her first place slot? Keep watching to find out! Breeding slut and cyber slut, you two really need to try harder. Everyone else made a least some decent progress since the last update. So, stop being lame and dumb and lame. And, I think, with that, we’re done. Go be super slutty for your Master now. Toodles.”

The mean lady doesn’t even stick around for her to be rated poorly. Francis checks his (her? Ms. Scarlet did ask for us to consider her a her, even if she’s not quite there yet...) phone; she must have had a notification about her BP allowance.

Beckie: (Brain) Pop Survey Progress: +1

Francis: +40 BP (+20 BP earmarked for contestant modification)

Ms. Dinah is sobbing; she seems soaked to the bone. Skye bends down to give her a hug. Ms. Scarlet offers the de-aged doctor a hand, saying, “Hey, sorry about everything last night. I should have checked up with you when you didn’t come for breakfast. If you want the VP, I’m sure Daphne and I can spot you.”

“I’m a disgusting old maid and nobody can love me…” Ms. Dinah cries, between blubbering. Skye just hugs her tighter. Please, My Lady, help me help her.