And the blue lights shining with a heavenly grace, help you right on by

The beach was silent for only a moment as the women in Nick’s harem waited to see what would occur with their “master’s” disappearance.

Nick, and the four new women in his life, all reappeared in a flash. The girls all stumbled, processing their new memories, but Nick… Nick got the worst of it.

He had four dreams’ worth of memories flooding into his mind all at once. And it overwhelmed him. He let out a yelp and stumbled back, landing on his ass in the sand as he remembered breakfast with Amelia, shopping with Cinder and Ella, riding with Vivian, and ice cream with the Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin.

Of the four women, she was the most overwhelmed. The assassin nearly pitched over like Nick, but her balance allowed her to prevent her fall, and she leaned on her umbrella like a cane. Her normally playful expression shifted to a look of frustration instead.

“That was… an experience,” Amelia breathed, shaking her head. She looked down and saw that she was no longer wearing an apron; he clothes had reverted back to normal.

“You can say that again, Teach!” Vivian chortled, stretching her arms. “Looks like my clothes didn’t actually change! How rad… ‘cept, these are like, so last dream,” she noted, pulling at the collar of her vest.

“Mierda…” Cinder cursed, tugging at her jumpsuit in frustration. Then she turned and saw Nick lying in the sand.

Nick accepted the hand stretched out to him, though he couldn’t see who it belonged to in the intense sunlight. When he stood, he felt nails dig sharply into his wrist, and he blinked.

Then he gasped.

“C-Cinder…” Nick pulled his hand away and Cinder leaned forward, flashing a wicked smile.

“Just trying to be… helpful,” she purred. “It’s what Ella would do…”

Nick felt the hairs on the back of his neck spring up. Her words were pleasant, and her tone wasn’t even that menacing. But there was a malice in her eyes that he couldn’t ignore, and when he remembered what had happened to her stepfamily…

Fortunately, or perhaps not, Nick wasn’t the only one to detect the hostility coming from the murderous latina. Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin dashed through the sand at high speed, and swung her umbrella at the other girl.

“Ah!” Cinder leapt backwards, just barely avoiding the strike. She raised her arms to protect herself, but saw quickly the futility of it. The assassin’s downward swing split a valley into the beach, kicking up sand in every direction.

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin narrowed her eyes and flicked her wrist, spinning her umbrella until the tip of it was pointed at the other woman’s chest. She flicked the switch and opened it into a makeshift shield, flinging the sand particles off, but that wasn’t the switch Nick was worried about.

Her finger was resting on the trigger. He’d seen what that bizarre umbrella gun could do before.

“H-hey! Cut it out, you guys!” Dani shouted, being the first one of Nick’s original harem to regain her bearings.

“Dani’s right, stop it!” Dawn sharply admonished the others. “What are you two doing?”

“Dani, Dawn, are you two crazy?!” Rose squeaked. “That woman is an assassin!”

“Don’t pick on Ella!” Morgana cried. “She’s a-”

“I’ll rip that umbrella out of your hands, and shove it down your throat!” Cinder spat in frustration.

“…Nice person?” Morgana stared blankly at the fuming latina, struggling to process the drastic shift in her attitude.

“Okay, I-I think we all need to calm down here…” Mary stammered.

“Mary’s right,” Carly nodded in agreement. “You two both need to chill.”

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin cast a dismissive glance towards the other girls, and rolled her eyes. Then she returned her focus to Cinder, and squeezed her hand down on the trigger.

Nothing happened.

The assassin’s eyes widened in shock, and she pulled the trigger a few more times, shaking her umbrella for good measure. But when nothing came out, she whirled around and directed her ire towards another source.

“Oh?” Dakota mused with a smirk.

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin pulled her lips back into a snarl and turned her umbrella on the host. She demanded with her eyes that Dakota let her take care of the threat to Nick’s life, but Dakota wasn’t having it.

“No, no, no, I don’t think you get how this works,” she said, shaking her head and spinning her cane. “****? On this show? Perish the thought! No, I think you’ll find yourself quite set back in that regard.”

Her cane flashed, and Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin’s umbrella disappeared. Stunned, the brunette fumbled for it in the air for a few seconds before processing that her weapon had been banished to parts unknown.

“…Don’t worry,” Dakota said, walking over and petting the shorter girl on the head like a patronizing pet owner. “You’ll get it back when I’m convinced you won’t break out into a fit of jealous rage. Is that alright with you?”

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin’s eyes narrowed into slits. She brought her thumb up to her neck and slowly dragged it across the skin, miming slitting Dakota’s throat.

Dakota was mildly amused.

“My, so violent,” she scoffed, shaking her head and sighing. “Whatever are we going to do with you… oh, I know! Why not have you go first?”

She turned to the other girls in Nick’s harem with a broad grin, baring her back to the assassin without care. After all, there was nothing the augmented girl could do to her so long as she had the powers of a host.

“Now ladies, I’m sure you must have been just DYING with anticipation, to know what was going on in those dreams. Unfortunately… I’m not going to tell,” Dakota chirped. “No, it’s more fun if you get to know your new haremettes for yourselves! In the meantime, though, I can tell you ONE thing that will happen. These new girls, they’re going to need some transformations!”

“But, Mary was eliminated with, like, six transformations,” Kim pointed out. “You’re not seriously going to give them all six, are you?”

Dakota shook her head. “No… though believe me, I was certainly tempted! No, I thought that six transformations might have been a bridge too far. So instead, I decided to break them up! Now, our lovely ladies will be getting three transformations today, and the other three transformations at the end of the round, after the next challenge! Doesn’t that sound just delightful? Time to get adjusted to the changes, without being overwhelmed by them! That way, you’ll get to know these girls before the real fun starts…”

She punctuated her promise with an ominous chuckle.

“So, wait, does that mean they’ll be getting four transformations next round, then?” Dawn questioned. “Three for this round, then three for the next, but also the normal round’s transformation, right?”

Dakota rolled her eyes. “Don’t make everything so complicated, little kitty-cat,” she scowled. “Three transformations are enough. Consider it an act of generosity on my part! …Which reminds me…”

She held up her cane, and it flashed. A wave of black light washed over the other girls.

“…Now that this round has come to an end, I thought it best to end all your boons,” she stated. “Sound fair?”

Dawn looked down as her chest shrunk away to almost nothing. It was clear how much Dakota relished flaunting her authority over the rest of them, so she remained quiet.

“At least my clothes fit me now,” Rose sighed as her dress slackened around her. The other girls appreciated their boons vanishing too, especially Morgana.

The only person who wasn’t sure about this outcome was Marley. She eyed Dakota warily, wondering when her “reward” would be coming.

A date with Nick. She’d nearly forgotten it, before the host brought the boons back into their mind.

“Now then!” Dakota clapped her hands together. “We must get a move on. Transformations await!”

“But wait, if they’re not getting the next round’s transformations, then why are they participating in the challenge?” Dawn asked, confused. “Whether they win or lose the next challenge, that wouldn’t really matter for them, since they can’t get immunity from a transformation anyway…”

Dakota turned and gave Dawn a look. It was a look she had gotten many times before over the course of her life, the look that said “stop being a brainiac and ruining our fun”.

It wasn’t a look she liked arguing with.

“Are we done? Can we get to the fun part now?” Dakota asked, sounding a little impatient. In the meantime, Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin continued to leer at her, and-

“You fucking bitch, if you try and transform me, I’m gonna-!” Cinder spat out, grabbing a handful of sand and flinging it uselessly at Dakota.

Dakota rolled her eyes and tapped her cane. “Go to sleep, you.”

A flash of light shot out of her cane and hit Cinder in the chest, knocking her off her feet. The latina stumbled back and landed on her ass, her hair getting all messed up. When she scrambled to her feet…

She wasn’t Cinder anymore. Nick could see the change instantly.

“Ah…” Ella’s right eye was revealed again, and her left was covered. But both eyes were wide behind her bangs as she processed the fact that she was in control of her body again. She glanced at Nick, and saw the look on his face.

It nearly brought her to tears.

“I-I’m sorry…” She stammered, her hands trembling. She took a step back. “I didn’t mean… I mean… Cinder, she… I…”

She had no idea what she was apologizing for. Cinder’s memories were never more than a blur. But she knew her alternate self well enough to know what she was capable of, and judging by the looks everyone was giving her, the rage-beast inside her had been busy.

Then she turned to Dakota.

“You… you made her go to sleep?” She stammered in confusion.

“The ball was over,” Dakota diplomatically replied. “Time to turn our princess back into a little pumpkin. Or however that old story went.”

Ella just stared in awe at Dakota- or, more specifically, her cane.

She’d been trying to suppress her violent half for so long… and Dakota had done it so easily.

“C-can I-” She stammered, reaching for the cane out of reflex.

“NO.” Dakota’s rebuttal was sharp, precise, and it cut deep into the other girl. Ella dropped her arm and stepped back, sufficiently cowed.

Dakota cleared her throat and turned her attention back to the Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin.

“Now then,” she declared, brandishing her cane. “There’s no longer a need for interruptions! Are you ready to see what our audience as made of you?”

The assassin narrowed her eyes, and turned her middle finger up towards Dakota.

“Hey! She does know sign language!” Nick gasped.

Dakota had to smile when she saw that.

“The first transformation? Well… that was quite a stumper! The audience was really warring over that one! But it appears they came to a conclusion! And the winner is… Nanomachines, Son!”

Her cane flashed, and the light from its head washed over Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin, focusing on her chest.

• Nanomachines, Son!: Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin’s body will be installed with special self-modifying nanomachines that are stored in her breasts. As the round proceeds, her breasts will expand moderately as they fill with nanomachines. She can use these nanomachines to make slight changes to her body, such as increasing her strength or recovery speed, but in doing so her breast size will decrease. [NOTE: Each round, her nanomachines will purge themselves from her system, returning her breasts to their natural size.] (Body Modification)

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin’s eyes widened in surprise. She looked down at her chest, and saw… nothing happen.

“That’s right,” Dakota nodded, tapping her cane. “Normally, your body consists of several nanomachines to maintain your daily function. We’ve repurposed those slightly, and developed a new storage system for them! Now, your nanomachines will be stored in your breasts! As you accumulate them over the round, they’ll begin to inflate, readying your body to make any minor adjustments needed. But use it or lose it! If you don’t spend those nanomachines during the round on modifications, they’ll power down and become inert, and get purged from your system,” the host explained. She shrugged.

“What can I say? The audience sure is a fan of breast expansion, even in a temporary sense! Of course, you can always ask Mary what that’s like!” She cackled, pointing her cane at the cowgirl.

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin looked at Mary for a fraction of a second before turning her glare back on Dakota. She raised her hands and cupped her modest chest, stomping her foot in the sand.

“…Hmm? Well, you JUST got the transformation,” Dakota scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You can’t really be expecting to inflate your chest so rapidly so soon, can you? Even you have your limits. Don’t be so impatient!”

…

The assassin stared at Dakota like a sulking child and crossed her arms over her chest. Dakota sure was right about the impatient part.

Not that she was one to talk. Even if she was the only one between the two of them who could.

“Well then, moving on, let’s discuss your next transformation, shall we?” Dakota sneered, tapping her cane on the ground. “There were a few interesting transformations that I would have liked you to acquire, especially with a nice pink coloring to contrast with all that black.”

She gave an exaggerated sigh and shrugged. “What can I say? It seems that you girls are just so **** to copy my style.”

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin rolled her eyes and scoffed a silent grunt.

Dakota rolled her eyes right back. “However, the transformation that actually emerged as a success was one that I didn’t see coming- but perhaps, a very good one for you?”

She tapped her chin, and sneered. “And that’s Tear Away!”

Her cane flashed again, and this time the light from it wrapped around the assassin’s clothes. Her leather jumpsuit seemed to change in a way Nick couldn’t quite pinpoint, but he knew what the transformation did.

• Tear Away: Dancing isn’t just a sensual act, sometimes the purpose is to tease and titillate. Like any good stripper, Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin’s clothes are now all tear away garments. Whenever a piece of clothing is stripped off her, her sexual arousal increases along with her agility and her strength and endurance. (Dancer)

“Now, those clothes of yours will be so easy to tear apart,” Dakota cooed. “You should be happy! It’ll make it so much easier for your master to get his hands on you! And whenever your clothes are stripped off, you’ll be just filled with arousal! Isn’t that nice?”

This time, the assassin smiled, and nodded in agreement with Dakota’s assessment. It seemed that she was fully onboard with THIS transformation, at least.

Nick didn’t mind it either. Out of the three of them, it was the one he supported most.

“Now, it’s time for the final transformation for our little Assassin Barbie,” Dakota mused. “Though, a pity, the Bimbo category hasn’t really been winning the audience over like I thought… what a tragedy.”

She shrugged, and her shoulders slumped. “But what are you gonna do? Can’t have everything you want, right?” Dakota pointed out. “But this next one is one that I definitely didn’t see coming! Not that I’m complaining, of course. I’ve always been a fan of elves and the fae.”

Her cane flashed, and it took Nick a second to realize which transformation Dakota was talking about. He gasped and turned to her.

“Wait, do you mean-”

“All the Better to Hear You With, of course!” Dakota chortled.

• All the Better to Hear You With: Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin’s ears will change to resemble the more graceful, pointed features of an elf. Along with this, her hearing will improve, so that she can take orders better; hearing Nick’s voice will cause her arousal to slowly increase during the day. [NOTE: Resets back to base with an orgasm.] (Body Modification)

For the first time, Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin’s body transformed in a way that could be tangibly observed. The tips of her ears extended out into points, like those of an elf.

“What do you think?” Dakota asked, summoning a mirror for the assassin to get a good look at her new ears. “Your hearing’s improved quite considerably, and not only that, whenever you hear Nick’s voice, your arousal will slowly increase until you’re practically orgasming just by him saying your name!”

Then she paused.

“…Well, if you have one, anyway.”

The nameless assassin gave Dakota a dirty look, but then returned to checking her appearance out in the mirror. What she saw brought a smile to her face.

“There you go! I knew we could get you onboard with these transformations!” Dakota smiled. “As for the others, well… I don’t know if they’ll feel the same way.”

She turned her attention to the other girls.

Ella shivered. “T-transformations?” She stammered. “What, um… what are you talking about?”

Dakota gave her a sneer in response. “You’ll see,” she said cryptically, and turned to Vivian. “Since we did our little assassin first, it only makes sense we choose a member from Team Order to go next, don’t you think?”

Vivian shrugged, and cracked a grin. “Well… I suppose I might as well, right? Some of those I’m not so thrilled with, but on the whole, there are some good ones, I think.”

Dakota stared at her with an amused grin. “We’ll see about that. Sadly, Vivian, the audience didn’t want to give you as much authority over the other girls as I would have liked; so instead, they gave you someone else you could have authority over.”

Vivian blinked. Then she actually looked a little stunned, turning pale. “Wait, so… I got…”

“That’s right! Your first transformation, voted in by quite a majority, is Lady in Waiting!” Dakota grinned, twirling her cane.

Reality shifted and twisted, and then to everyone’s amazement, another woman popped into existence right beside Vivian.

• Lady in Waiting: It’s not easy to run a harem, especially not when someone is all on their own, in a hotel full of strangers. To help Vivian manage things, she’ll now get a familiar face to assist her. Her trusted butler Octavia will continue her service with Vivian on the island, and serve as her second-in-command. Any respect or authority the other members of the harem feel towards Vivian will be shared (in a lesser sense) with Octavia. [NOTE: Octavia is an independent agent. The master has no authority over her, and she is not obligated to follow his orders or serve him sexually.] (Harem Manager)

“Octavia, ugh…” Vivian groaned, taking off her sunglasses and rubbing the bridge of her nose. “Like Teach wasn’t bad enough…”

The masculine woman rose to her feet and dusted the sand off her clothes. She scanned the crowd with a note of confusion, as much as could be seen on her stern countenance, then turned to Vivian. “…Lady Carrington.”

Vivian had an expression like she had sucked on a lemon. Then her lips curled up into a devious smile.

“Hey, wait a minute… she has to listen to what I say, right?” Vivian asked. “I mean, it says that she doesn’t have to listen to Nick, but doesn’t that mean she has to listen to me?”

Dakota blinked. Then a devious smile of her own crossed her lips. “…I think that’s a fair interpretation of the transformation, yes.”

“…Well, alright then,” Vivian said, rubbing her hands together gleefully. “Octavia, you hear that? You’ve gotta follow my orders now, not dad’s!”

Octavia didn’t even blink. She placed her hand over her chest and lowered her head in a nod. “As you wish, Lady Carrington.” She still didn’t seem totally sure where she was, which made sense. Nobody had explained anything to her. But she didn’t speak up. She kept her mouth shut tight while Vivian preened, as a good servicewoman should.

Dakota cleared her throat. “Sorry to interrupt your little stint on Downton Abbey, but I believe you still have two more transformations to get through.”

Vivian blinked behind her sunglasses. “…Oh, right! Yeah, I totally forgot about that. Sure thing, bring it on!”

“Well, I’m glad to hear you’re so excited,” Dakota grinned. “Like your first transformation, this one also received a very comfortable majority of the votes. New Style!”

• New Style: Vivian is an excellent designer with an eye for all the chic styles. Each day, she can either copy someone else’s clothing transformation for herself, or temporarily negate someone else’s clothing transformation, allowing them to wear whatever outfit she picks out, instead. She may use both effects on the same person in the same round once each, but she may not use the same effect on the same person twice in one round. [NOTE: Both these effects last for 24 hours.] (Fashionista)

“Oh, hey! So does that mean I can take other styles, huh?” Vivian asked. “And I can **** people to wear the clothes I want them to?”

“Only if they have a prior clothing restriction,” Dakota pointed out. “That’s what you can interact with, just so we’re clear.”

Vivian shrugged. “Eh. Good enough for me,” she agreed. “Sounds like a plan!” She flashed a thumbs-up to Dakota. “So what’s the third one, then?”

That’s when Dakota’s devious smile turned truly wicked.

“…I was hoping you’d ask that,” she purred.

If Vivian had any awareness, the smile on her face would have fallen.

“You got two great transformations from the audience by comfortable majorities,” Dakota continued. “It turns out, you’re really popular, Vivian! Now, though… that popularity might backfire.”

“Huh?” Vivian tilted her head to the side and crossed her arms over her chest in confusion as she cocked her hip. “What are you talking about, Dakota?”

“What I mean is… your third transformation, with a massive share of the votes… is Higher Breeding, of course!”

• Higher Breeding: In the world of the rich and powerful nobility, blue bloods like Vivian are obligated to continue the family lineage. In spite of her prior rebellious spirit, Vivian will feel a compelling urge to begin producing heirs for the Carrington line, and develop a breeding fetish. (Heiress)

“Eh? Wait! Oh, bullocks!” Vivian groaned. “That was the one I didn’t want! Seriously?!”

Octavia sighed and rubbed her forehead.

“Let’s do this, then,” Dakota said, before Vivian could respond. “Sorry about this, Viv! Hope you enjoy getting preggers!”

With a cackle, the light from Dakota’s cane spun around Vivian, and settled down over her. She was dazed for a moment, and then snapped out of it, confused.

“Wait, but I… I don’t feel any different…” Vivian said rather timidly. She took care not to even look in Nick’s direction.

“Oh… just give it time,” Dakota purred, licking her lips. “Now then… where do we go from here, I wonder?” She mused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “Oh, I know! Let’s get to the other member of Team Chaos… sweet little Ella!”

“M-me?!” Ella squeaked, backing up.

“That’s not fair, Dakota, she doesn’t even know about the transformations!” Nick protested.

“That may be the case, but I think it’s even more amusing that way,” Dakota responded, cutting down his protest with a sharp look. “What do you think, Ella? Are you ready for some transformations?”

“I-I don’t know…” Ella mumbled. “You said before… that I would be getting transformed, or something, when you first brought me here, but… what does that even mean?”

She remembered the way Dawn’s boobs shrunk, and how the other girl in black leather, how her ears sharpened… was that going to happen to her?!

Ella swallowed, looking terrified.

Dakota gave her a smile that actually looked gentle.

“Don’t worry… it won’t be such a problem for you,” Dakota assured her. “In fact, it will be rather familiar! You may not like it, however... a reminder of worse days.”

She wiggled her eyebrows and Ella blanched.

“Because your first transformation is, of course… Putting the ‘Sweet’ in Suite!”

• Putting the “Sweet” in Suite: Cinder and Ella are the master’s new maids. Every day, in preparation for the master’s night with another contestant, they must arrive one hour in advance to clean the Master’s Suite, wearing a maid costume. They may not remove this outfit until the housekeeping is completed. While cleaning, the master has the right to sexually harass them at his leisure. [NOTE: Only actions that have already been done consensually with one of the personas are permitted.] (Maid)

Before Ella could fully process what she was seeing, Dakota hit her in the chest with a blast of light from her cane.

As the light faded, she nearly fell over in shock. “Wh-what!? I-I have to…”

Her eyes landed on Nick and she cringed. “B-but… I thought that we…”

“Hey, don’t think about it that way!” Nick said quickly as she started hyperventilating. “I would never do anything like that!”

“Oh? Are you so sure?” Dakota smirked. “Shall we ask your current maid, how she feels about her master’s treatment?”

Dakota gestured to Holly, who had a sour look in her eye. “A new maid!? What?! That… that-!”

A giant smile spread across her face. “That’s so fucking hot!” She squealed, falling to her knees and clenching her legs together. “Even as a maid… even as your maid-! I’m still inferior!”

Nick groaned and hung his head. He should have expected a reaction like that.

But while Ella was panicking about the transformation Dakota had inflicted on her, there were a few sharp-eyed girls watching the screen, and looking at the text of the transformation.

“Wait… Ella and Cinder?” Dawn frowned, squinting at the words. “What does that mean? Who’s Cinder?”

“Cinder Fall?” Carly couldn’t help but grin, glancing at the Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin. “Well, we already have Neopolitan…”

The assassin shot her a cold look.

Meanwhile, Ella was shaking like a leaf. She grabbed the rubber band on her wrist, and snapped it. She needed to fight back the overwhelming feelings. “B-but… please… I just…”

“I don’t get it, who’s Cinder?” Kim demanded. “Why is she involved in this, huh?” She looked around for the new face, but didn’t see anybody.

“Dakota, spill!” Gina called.

But Dakota just smirked. “Oh… I’ll leave that up to you girls,” she purred, shaking her head. “You’ll find out soon enough. Moving on…”

She turned her eyes onto Ella, who stiffened up. “Uhuaa…” She gagged, shaking her head.

“We’re just getting started!” Dakota crowed. “This next one? This should be quite the kicker! Take a look at this! We’ve got Passenger Seat for you!”

• Passenger Seat: Contrary to popular depictions of DID, Cinder and Ella are not present in their mind at the same time, and do not associate things that happened to the other persona as happening to them. For the purposes of sexual activity, that is no longer the case. Now, whenever Cinder or Ella experience sexual pleasure, the other persona will feel as though they were given the same pleasure, and knowledge of that will carry over the next time they take over. [NOTE: The persona will still not be present in the moment, this will only affect what they remember of the events.] (Switch)

Ella blinked, ignoring the light that flashed over her. Even though her mind was changing, and she knew it was changing, she could almost breathe easily again.

Because… this one wasn’t so bad, right? She didn’t see much of a problem with it. The shrink told me I needed to work on reintegrating Cinder… this is part of that, maybe?

A sigh of relief escaped her lips, before someone said something that made her heart stop.

“Wait… present in their mind at the same time?” Dawn was still putting the pieces together, and hadn’t taken her eyes off of Ella. “Could it be…”

“N-NO!” Ella shouted, grabbing her head with both hands. She fell to her knees, and began snapping her rubber band frantically. She could feel her emotions running wild. Cinder was struggling to assert control, but she couldn’t let her… she couldn’t!

THWAP! THWAP!

Every time the rubber struck her skin, she could feel her heart calm down slightly. She struggled to breathe easier… but it was hard.

“She… must be possessed by a demon!” Mary exclaimed. “That’s the only possibility!”

Everyone but Ella turned and gave her a look.

“…What?” Mary mumbled, looking down at the sand and digging her shoe in. “It could be the case…”

Ella just shivered and fought back her worried tears.

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Dakota cooed. She knelt down next to the girl, and stroked her chin. “You see… I have some good news for you, my dear.”

“R-really?” Ella looked up at Dakota with amazement in her eyes.

“Of course!” The dark-haired girl crooned. “You can think of me as your faerie godmother… here to grant your dearest wish… Your Happily Ever After!”

Ella’s eyes widened, and she let out a cry as a blast of light engulfed her.

• Happily Ever After: Cinder and Ella have always longed for a happy ending. Now, they’ll be able to earn one for themselves! Every time the master gives them an orgasm, their fondness for him will increase slightly, even to the point of falling in love. The effect of this will build with subsequent orgasms, but if left orgasm-free for long enough, their feelings will revert to their baseline. (Faerie Tale)

Ella fell back on her ass and scooted away from Dakota, panting. “That… I…”

“Ella!” Nick ran over to her, but stopped. His memory of Cinder gave him pause. Could he really get close to her, knowing what could happen?

That hesitation was enough for Dakota to seize an advantage. She straightened up and turned her cane on him, flashing a smirk.

“What’s the matter Nick? You aren’t scared of your maid, are you? If I were you… I would treat her well…”

She stepped aside, and that was enough of a kick in the pants for Nick to approach the girl. Whether she was Cinder or Ella at this point, did that matter?

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked, holding out his hand to her.

“Uhum… uh… y-yeah, thanks,” Ella stammered, her face reddening. She took his hand and helped herself to her feet. Smiling shyly at him, she averted her eyes.

Then she gasped.

“N-no, it’s fine!” She mumbled to herself (or, more accurately, to Cinder) and snapped her rubber band again.

Nick winced. This was hard to watch. But he didn’t want to back down and upset her, either.

All he could do was wait for Dakota to move on with the show.

Unfortunately, the last woman to get her transformations?

That would be his stepmother.

“Amelia…” Nick turned to the no-nonsense blonde as she crossed her arms over her chest and cocked her hip defiantly, staring Dakota down.

“Well?” She calmly asked the girl she’d known since she was a child. “I’m waiting.”

Dakota’s smile faded for a moment. Then it returned in full ****.

“So bold of you, Amelia,” she chuckled, stroking her chin. “You were always so fierce and defiant… I really like that about you.”

Amelia shrugged. “Well, I suppose I should thank you for your kind words,” she replied. “Although, they ring somewhat hollow, given what I suspect you’re about to do to me.”

Dakota sagged a little, and sighed. “Come on, Amelia… I know you’re not the kind of woman to get all emotional and freak out, but could you at least put on a show for the cameras?” She asked, waving at the sky. “You’re making Dawn look like Morgana!”

“HEY!” Dawn and Morgana exclaimed simultaneously. Then they looked at each other and shared an awkward laugh.

Amelia just raised her eyebrow.

“…Fine. Let’s see if your feelings change after this first transformation, shall we?” Dakota proposed, raising her cane. “This first one was very, very close, but the winner is…”

“The lactation one?” Amelia cut her off. “That would be my guess, anyway.”

Dakota gave her a sour look.

“…No, actually,” she sighed, shaking her head. “It was very close, yes, but apparently, lactation without the breast expansion isn’t what the fans want! And your existing size is rather meager, as it is,” she mused, looking at Amelia’s modest chest.

“…I have no interest in presenting my breasts for some show,” Amelia scoffed, holding her chest out with pride. Her boobs were certainly not the largest around; they were fairly average for a woman her age. But because of her slender frame, they looked bigger than their actual size would suggest.

“Interesting. Well… fortunately, your first transformation will be something that will let you take advantage of more than just showing them off,” Dakota smirked. “You’ll be able to take full advantage of their supple softness… so long as you’re not too Frigid, of course!”

• Frigid: Amelia is not very interested in sexual intercourse with any of the people in the harem. Let’s change that! She might be a bit of an ice queen, but the more sexual contact a person gives her, the more she will start to heat up. Her pleasure levels will increase the longer the sexual contact lasts, until her icy exterior finally “melts”. [NOTE: This means an orgasm- and a very wet one.] (Ice Queen)

It took Amelia a second to process what Dakota was saying. Then she realized the wordplay and her eyes slid to the screen just as the light washed over her, transforming her.

“From now on, whenever someone touches you in a sexual manner, that body of yours will start to heat up,” Dakota purred, slinking towards the older woman. She extended her hand, and brushed her finger against Amelia’s breast, making it bounce slightly.

Nick squinted, but he couldn’t see his stepmother show any signs of what Dakota was suggesting. No flushed complexion or shortness of breath, she didn’t even wince. Her face was a perfect, impenetrable mask.

“What next?” Amelia asked boldly.

“Whoa!” Dani’s eyes widened in surprise. “She’s so cool!”

“She’s amazing!” Sylvia squealed. “Acting like those transformations are nothing!”

“I knew you wouldn’t respond to just that,” Dakota said, lowering her hand. “But this next one… now that’s gonna be fun. It’s a neat little combination the audience has set up for you, ice queen.”

“Dakota, just stop it,” Nick pleaded. “This is Amelia we’re talking about here. Do you really have to torment her?”

A shadow crossed Dakota’s face. She took a deep breath and then exhaled, and turned to look at Nick.

“I’m not tormenting her,” she said firmly. “I’m setting her free. This is for her sake, as much as it is yours.”

Nick wasn’t sure if he could believe that.

But Dakota didn’t look like she was lying. She wasn’t smiling, she was-

Okay, wait, no, NOW she was smiling.

The host turned back to Amelia and twirled her cane. “Sexual contact will start to get you all warm and toasty inside,” she cooed, pressing the head of her cane into Amelia’s breast. “And now… your second transformation… is Let’s Get Physical!”

• Let’s Get Physical: Amelia has always had a difficult time expressing herself with her words. In order to prevent further misunderstandings with her loved ones, her counselor has encouraged her to be more physically affectionate. Now her natural impulse will be to express her affection for other people through physical contact, which will escalate depending on the level of affection. [NOTE: Can range from handshakes, headpats, hugs, kisses on the cheek, to anything shy of actual sexual intercourse.] (Ice Queen)

Dark light spread from the head of the cane, across Amelia’s whole body. She sucked in air and let out a gasp, and staggered back.

“Now that’s a reaction,” Dakota smirked. “Just what I wanted to see!”

But the shift in Amelia’s attitude lasted only a second. She recovered her composure and aimed a steely look at the host, gritting her teeth.

“So that’s your game, then?” Amelia asked, sounding remarkably calm. “You’re compelling me to interact with others physically, while at the same time making it so that physical contact results in me getting aroused? I can see how that’s something your audience would be after. Trying to set up a feedback loop so that Nicholas and I will have intercourse?”

“Amelia!” Nick gasped, his face turning red.

Dakota cackled. “Oh, you really ARE unshakable! I love it! Then you probably won’t respond to this next transformation, either… it’s not quite as tantalizing as the last two, but it should make for some interesting interactions. Now then! Shall we see what your Maternal Instincts have to say, when all of Nick’s partners become just like family to you?”

• Maternal Instinct: Amelia views Nick as her son, even if they aren’t related by blood. And therefore, the women in Nick’s harem are a part of her family as well. She will now feel a motherly sense of affection towards any woman who is currently sexually active with Nick, and regard them as if they are also her own children. (Mother)

“Wait, Dakota!” Nick turned pale. That was definitely one he didn’t want!

Amelia didn’t have time to respond, either. Dakota had already sent out the burst of energy that transformed her, and when the dust settled she was altered… not physically, but mentally.

It took her a moment to process it. She stirred in discomfort, now obviously affected, and took a deep breath.

She let it out in a sigh and adjusted her glasses.

“…Is that all?” She taunted Dakota.

Nick winced, expecting Dakota to respond poorly to that. But the dark-haired girl just laughed and shook her head.

“No… that’s far from all,” she assured the other woman. “The rest? That will come next time, as you all get to know the new women in your harem!”

She cracked a sly grim. “I’m looking forward to it, myself,” she said, her eyes skipping from the assassin to the heiress to the psychopath, and then, finally, landing on the woman who had raised her better than her own mother ever did.

“Yes, I’m looking forward to it indeed…”