Breakfasts, Served Three Ways

Winter

Winter saunters into the Mistress Suite kitchen, feeling like a million gold. He feels like he had an excellent date and left Mona so satisfied that she couldn’t speak. The drow sees his (technically half) sister just about ready to start meal prep for Mona. Now, that won’t do...

“Hey, sis, mind if I handle cooking for Mona this morning?”

“One, knock yourself out. Two, thank you for permission to ignore your weird transformation. Three, wanna put on some pants first?”

Winter smirks, waggling his hips, “Don’t you want to see your little brother being hale and hearty?”

“Not in my kitchen.”

“Well, making naked breakfast might be worth points. Prepping Mona a special breakfast sauce is definitely worth points, so...”

Ophelia rolls her eyes and walks back to her room. Winter gets to work. He starts by hand grinding some cockatrice breasts and seasoning it to make some delicious “chicken” sausage. While that rests in the fridge, he works on making some fresh whole grain corn tortillas, cooking them on a griddle to get them ready. Out comes the sausage and they hit the griddle. He cracks eggs, seasoning and scrambling them until they are mostly done. Mixing the eggs and sausage together, he portions them out and rolls them in the tortillas to make enchiladas. A sprinkle of cojita later, and they are held in a warming cabinet.

Meanwhile he makes some special gravy, using some more sausage, flour, heavy cream, salt, pepper, and the secret ingredient that Mona should expect. He makes a roux with sausage fat and flour, then slowly stirs in the cream. He seasons the gravy traditionally, then seasons it the Harem Hotel way.

He grabs Mona’s energy drink and places it on a “breakfast in bed” tray, then starts plating. He assembles enough enchiladas to meet her dietary requirements, a side of gravy (with an extra dollop of drow gravy), some fruit to finish her carbs requirement, and a small bowl of breakfast salad. He places her tray into his inventory to keep it fresh, then plates up (and stores) a tray of his own. By the time he returns to the bedroom, Mona is starting to stir. He contemplates whether spooning her until she is awake is the better play. She looks too close to awake for that, unfortunately. Instead, he greets, “Good morning, Mistress. Have you ever had breakfast in bed?”

“Wha? Huh? Breakfast? What time is it?”

Holding the tray up, he answers, “Late enough in the morning to drive an elf batty to still be in bed. Breakfast? Made it for you myself.”

“Aww... that is sooo sweet! Ophie could have...”

“I mean, if you really want all my hard work to be discarded, I can go get my sister to make you something...”

With that, Mona sits fully up. Winter places the tray down and the gamer girl gladly digs in. Winter sits down, ignoring the point notification dings, then pulls his own tray out. Mona checks, then snarks, “You keep putting cum in my food and that’s just asking for a transformation along those lines...”

Winter: +4 XP (Make Breakfast in Bed for Mistress [x2 bonus, first time mistress participant])

Winter: +2 XP (Feed Mistress Your Cum)

Winter keeps eating. “Is it good at least?”

“Breakfast is pretty great. I don’t know where you put the cum in...”

Now, that is a disappointment. “Hmm... where would the handsome, dashing, and clever Winter add his white, creamy goodness?” He makes a flourishing effort to dip a chunk of enchilada in his gravy.

Mona takes the hint and makes an effort to pour his gravy enhanced gravy onto her breakfast salad. The gamer girl seems to enjoy the idea of gravy as salad dressing after a few bites. She then replies, deadpan, “Don’t forget modest, Winter.”

“Touché, Mistress,” Winter concedes, “So, couples’ shower after breakfast?”

Mona, mouth full, nods in agreement. This has turned out to be a lovely morning.

Gaia

Gaia wakes up with a cat-girl latched to her nipple. Mineko is suckling on her in her sleep. Ooooh, that feels soooo goooood! Letting Mona do this to me is on the itinerary for tonight!

The sensation of the nekomata draining one of her milky breasts is distracting enough that Gaia doesn’t remember to check what cool animal she rolled today. Then, Tegan wakes up to provide a different distraction.

“Can you please stop being perverted right by me? It’s bad enough that you two slept naked like degenerates...”

Gaia strokes Mineko’s hair as she looks directly at the fox-girl. “Hey, it made her more comfortable. You wanna try my other tit?”

Tegan snarls, then jerks out of bed. Her huge rockin’ tits wobble from the sudden movement, which causes the angry archer to stumble. She recovers well enough to stomp her way to the bathroom.

A still sleepy Mineko murmurs, “Why is Slave Trainer Tegan so grumpy? Did I displease her with purr-vert-ed things?”

Gaia tuts, “You did nothing wrong, Mineko. Tegan is just having a bad time of it. Did you want to drain my other tit?”

“Milk, milk, milk, milk!” The cat-girl pounces on Gaia and starts to suckle again. Gaia is finally able to somewhat focus on her daily shift. Somewhat.

She has feathers sticking out of her hair. Unlike the quail feathers drooping forward, it looks more like a mottled mohawk. It feels like her tail feathers are very long and she has flat, splayed birdie feet. So, some kind of birdie. Neat!

Mineko finishes up just before pushing Gaia over the edge, which is a mild disappointment. The cat-girl gets up to get her armor on; Gaia reluctantly stands as well, slipping on her pet collar and her one outfit from her date last week. By the time her expanded breasts are secured, Tegan exits the bathroom in that Dawn T-shirt as deflated as she dares.

“So, wanna come to breakfast with us, Tegan?”

“Yes, Slave Trainer Tegan,” Mineko adds, “please join us! I want to understand what is purr-vert-ed so I can do better to avoid it for you.”

Sweet kid. Poor sweet kid.

Tegan sighs. “Okay. I need to be better about getting along with everyone. If you are sincere about that, I will try.”

The cat-girl pounces onto the fox-girl, rubbing her cheek into Tegan’s breast and purring. And so, the three of them go downstairs together.

Andromeda

Andromeda feels heavier when she exits stand-by mode. Her body is shinier? It seems strange.

Tessa, awake yet gently holding Jenny, also notices. She whispers, “Good morning. I suppose you have an explanation?”

“I bought some armor from Mattie and applied it before checking it. I was expecting something less obvious. I should Identify it and see how insistent I will be for a refund.”

Andromeda’s leylines glow as she ritually casts Identify on herself. The results are interesting and relatively inoffensive:

Molten Bronzer Armor – Medium Armor. 2 Armor. This liquid metal armor binds to the skin of the wearer, providing protection without interference. In addition, it provides a lovely tanned skin tone for those fairer skin and the subtle sheen of being lightly covered in tanning oil. Perfect for accentuating a buxom beach bod.

I suppose I am too dark for the tanning effect to work and the shininess is not too strong. The idea of my armor just being there is too good to ignore. “Do I feel any different?”

Tessa reaches over a lightly brushes Andromeda’s arm, shrugging, “Feels the same. Going to try for a refund?”

“I think I am fine with it. Might help me catch Mona’s eye. Shall the three of us head down together?”

Tessa nods, “Once Jenny is ready.”

Okay, Andromeda, remember – no more self isolation.

Ootah

Ootah arrives in the canteen five minutes after it opens, expecting to be the only one there. Caoimhe is sitting with a cup of coffee, a book, and quite a bit more food than an elf would normally eat. She nods at Ootah, then returns to reading.

Ootah sits across from her. She gives the elf time to complain. Hearing none after a while, she asks, “Whatcha reading?”

“Book on feminine sexuality I found in the Hotel library,” she answers, not looking up, “I’m trying to get used to sometimes being like this in that context.”

“Fair enough,” Ootah acknowledges. Auntie Skye did an excellent job at predicting Ootah’s breakfast arrival and order, as she drops it off without coming over to take it.

“Thanks, Auntie!”

Ootah digs in. It’s good. Food at the castle is always good. The orc suspects part of it has to do with interdimensional shopping trips; when a number of her aunts can magically visit other worlds, why would they settle on just what the locals can produce?

“What you got planned for today, Caoimhe?”

“Get my ass handed to me for the last bit of broadsword expertise training. I also owe Gaia some date BP to get her to buy the sensible transformation from her list. You?”

“Think you are going to lose that badly?” Ootah can’t help but tease.

“Sparring with Tyalangan? Yeah, I am going to lose.”

“Wait... Queen Aunt is actually open to sparring? Mind if I watch? Mind if I try to join in?”

The drow is stunned. “You want to fight her?”

“A true warrior seeks the biggest challenge she can to test her mettle. Also, it’s a spar on Harem Hotel. It’ll be fine.”

Caoimhe shows Ootah how to book a training session and they both sign up.

Kevin: -20 BP

Ootah: -20 BP

They have a lovely breakfast after that. Her cousins were all so lucky to get to fight the Queen so readily. Now, she gets a turn soon.

Tyalangan

“Welcome back, ladies, gentlemen, and perverts of all stripes to Harem Hotel. First thing is first. Let’s check out the new and improved leaderboard! Tina, my lovely lagomorph?”

Tina does her illusion magic thing and the leaderboard is displayed:

Name (Level) -------------------- XP Given ------------------XP Reserved -----------------BP

Kevin (Level 4) ----------------------- 0 ---------------------------- 104 --------------------- 125

Andromeda (Level 4) --------------- 0 ------------------------------ 78 --------------------- 240

Tessa (Level 4) ----------------------- 0 ----------------------------- 66 --------------------- 145

Ootah (Level 4) ---------------------- 0 ----------------------------- 11 --------------------- 285

Gaia (Level 3) ------------------------ 0 ----------------------------- 82 --------------------- 109

Winter (Level 3) -------------------- 0 ----------------------------- 55 ---------------------- 190

Tegan (Level 3) --------------------- 0 ----------------------------- 40 ---------------------- 130

Mineko (Level 3) ------------------- 0 ----------------------------- 21 ---------------------- 110

Jenny (Level 3) --------------------- 0 ------------------------------ 9 ---------------------- 210

Craig (Level 1) --------------------- 0 ------------------------------ 4 ------------------------ 0

“This leaderboard is sponsored by Shar!” Tina exclaims, “She has a special message and a special gift for a special girl! Here you go, cutie!”

Tegan glares at the ravishing rabbit, then snatches the letter. Mona nervously asks, “What’s it say?”

Tegan reads:

Dear Tegan,

You didn't seem to appreciate my last gift, though I do hope you come to appreciate it in time, so to make up for it I bought you something that might help. I have bought your Amazon TF down to where you can easily afford it. Taller and more muscular won't actually make your breasts smaller, but they will seem that way. Either way this is bound to make you more sexy for your fiancee and help in the final battle for your world.

Love,

Shar

P.S. The servants have still not managed to get the smell of Sunny D out of my office. I quite like it though, so thank you.

Mona is, of course, drooling a little, “Ooooh, taller, musclier Tegan does sound pretty sexy...”

Jenny wonders aloud, “Why is this Shar thanking you for making her office smell like Sunny D?”

Because Tegan thought that it would count as liquid sunshine in a feeble attempt to kill her. Tyalangan does not share the thought, but instead provides some color commentary on the leaderboard update, “As you can see, Gaia dropped considerably on the leaderboard, as she hasn’t bothered to go level up. Ootah hopped up pretty dramatically, as she did go level up. Winter, my sweet child, did very well last night and this morning. And Craig is still far behind in last place.”

“Actually,” Craig interrupts, “I’d like to give Mona 1 XP. That would put me in first place, right?”

“That would. Seems like a waste, given how far behind you are.”

“Well, someone abused my fucking punishment transformation last night and I just need to outrank her.”

Tyalangan shakes her head, “Very well. Any other donations before Tina updates the leaderboard?”

His plan backfires, as everyone other than Jenny and Mineko donates 5 XP; frankly, the other two should have, too. Tina updates the leaderboard:

Name (Level) -------------------- XP Given ------------------XP Reserved -----------------BP

Kevin (Level 4) ---------------------- 5 ----------------------------- 99 ---------------------- 125

Andromeda (Level 4) --------------- 5 ----------------------------- 73 --------------------- 240

Tessa (Level 4) ---------------------- 5 ----------------------------- 61 ---------------------- 145

Ootah (Level 4) --------------------- 5 ----------------------------- 6 ----------------------- 285

Gaia (Level 3) ----------------------- 5 ----------------------------- 77 ---------------------- 109

Winter (Level 3) ------------------- 5 ----------------------------- 50 ----------------------- 190

Tegan (Level 3) -------------------- 5 ----------------------------- 35 ----------------------- 130

Craig (Level 1) --------------------- 1 ----------------------------- 3 -------------------------- 0

Mineko (Level 3) ------------------ 0 ---------------------------- 21 ------------------------ 110

Jenny (Level 3) -------------------- 0 ---------------------------- 9 -------------------------- 210

“With that, tonight is Gaia’s date. Shall our temporary roadrunner-girl beep, beep her way into Mona’s heart tonight? We’ll find out soon. Stay tuned.”