Event Planning

Winter

“Afternoon, my sexy bull.”

Winter arranged a little get together with Kevin after the former human finished up with Mama Daphne. The drow knows that such visits with the dungeon mermaid are important for the game, so patience is warranted. Still, the drow arranged tea and bunnies at the bistro while Kevin took his time. The little bunny in Winter’s lap is cute.

“Where do we begin with all of this?” Kevin asks, sighing as he sits. He pets his bunny and takes a careful sip from his cuppa.

“Where would you like to, my sexy bull?”

“Are we going too fast?” Kevin questions, “I mean, I get that the game is making me go much faster than I would like. But, are WE going too fast? You...”

“...made a decision to join the harem. Yeah. And I would do it again.”

The next question hits like a sledgehammer. Winter bears it anyways, as Kevin asks, “Why?”

Winter tries not to cry. “You want the personal reason of the more general cultural one?”

Kevin blinks, a little perplexed. He sips at his tea to buy a little time. Winter lets him. The sexy bull needs it. “Whatever will help me make sense of it.”

“You heard me say that I would never find happiness with someone here, right?”

Kevin shakes his head ‘no.’ He looks like he is about to object. Winter doesn’t let him. The drow plows through, “Elves here have **** difficulty with reproduction. It’s not just a whole thing with ‘elves doing things like gestation slower’ either, though that is true. About one in five live drow births will be male, and the other elven subspecies have it worse. The usual way things go for male elves is that they are given to a church to an elven deity at a young age. They are raised by the church to serve as holy breeding studs. They can’t have relationships, really, as they are taken from town to town to breed with female elves living their lives. And, if the male is found to be infertile...”

Kevin, aghast, guesses, “They kill them?”

“No. Well, not usually. The Spider and her ilk would probably support getting rid of them, but they’d likely go with a drider’s curse. They are reduced to fluffers, dancing bois for the entertainment of the waiting females, things like that. And no one will love them. Pity them, yes, love them, no. Mama Queen protected me from all of that, but, if I pursued someone from here...”

“They would expect you to be at a church of Eilistraee, serving Her in that fashion. Okay. I get it. I’m sorry you had to deal with all that.”

Winter gets up and moves the drow’s cuppa to Kevin’s side of the table. The drow scoops up Kevin’s bunny and carefully lets it hop away. Sitting in the sexy bull’s lap, Winter murmurs in his ear, “But, now that I am Mona’s, I don’t have to worry about that. I do need to worry about us and about me and her, but that’s comparatively easy. So, my sexy bull, next topic?”

“I need to understand your family tree at some point...” Kevin answers nervously.

“Not my more immediate concern, but we’ll have that pillow talk soon.”

“Your immediate concern?” Kevin asks.

Winter feels a tightening under the drow’s skirt. It is both distracting and slightly uncomfortable. Oh, yeah. I work down there. I hope whoever is in charge of my one-time clothing adjustment gets it done soon. Kevin notices. Winter gets him to focus, “We need to talk strategy and it may get a little awkward.”

Kevin gives Winter a look that conveys “How can this get more awkward?”

“So, our relationship is in very early days and all, but we need to talk about how open we are going to be in it. Bare minimum, I will be having a sexual and romantic relationship with Mona, separate from you. That bit is non-negotiable; I may not survive the game if I am ONLY seen as your partner. I may want to have a sexual relationship with some of the other people in the harem. I may want romance with some of them. But, I don’t want to hurt you. So, how open are we going to be?”

Kevin stammers, “Winter, I am still trying to wrap my head around being your boyfriend. And, this ‘open relationship’ seems real one-sided.”

“At the moment, yeah it is, unfortunately. I do like women and there are a couple of cuties I would rather like to at least try in bed, eventually. Your other options, at least within the harem, are Craig and maybe my cousin, depending on how you feel about orcs.” Winter isn’t sure about how Kevin feels about Ootah. On the one hand, orcs are feminine presenting; on the other hand, her cock is huge.

“Fuck Craig. And I am not attracted to Ootah.”

“Like I said, slim pickings for you currently. But, I would like to point out that you didn’t see the auditionees that didn’t make it. A couple of them were quite yummy looking guys. The split is now 6-4 between puss and cock. Mama Queen is still going to be encouraged to attempt to bring in more guys.”

Kevin sighs, deep in thought. He eventually concedes, “Ground rules. You ask before you pursue someone that way. I do the same. Other partner says ‘No,’ that is the end of it. You have permission to pursue Mona however you like. You seriously think that the audience will punish you if you are just my partner?”

“Believe it or not, but the audience are not just horn dogs. They want to see relationships between contestants and Mona. You already have one as her friend. I need to develop one with her on my own. That’s why you won’t be joining me on my date with her tomorrow.”

Kevin blinks again and considers that for a moment. He looks cute when he’s thinking. “So, when you asked me to pick a date towards the end of the round...”

“...I was asking you to help me get a date with her on my own first so I can establish a start to a relationship with Mona.”

Kevin realizes just how manipulative I can be. I hope that I just didn’t ruin this. The fact that the sometimes bull doesn’t push Winter off is a good sign. The drow nuzzles into the bull’s chest.

“Look, Winter,” Kevin finally decides, “I really, really like you. You don’t have to be so conniving. We can talk through this like adults.”

Into Kevin’s chest, Winter murmurs, “And, when there is time, that is what I want. There wasn’t during the ceremony. I am sorry if I hurt you regardless. So, other than my family, which is a loooooong conversation, what else do you want to talk about?”

The two of them start to work things out together until Mona sends them both a text. Hmm… interesting…

Mona

That Harith guy is even sexier in person!

Mona feels like she had a successful little meeting with the prisoner. He seems on-board with the proposal, even having some suggestions on how to make it better! This would be the first time Mona would be doing something like this, so she is happy for the help.

Speaking of help, a nice soldier is escorting Mona out of the castle prison. He has a really cute butt but Mona tries her best not to stare. She made a promise to her fiancée, after all.

Exiting the prison, Mona heads to the hallway where Tyalangan’s office should be. She has a fresh batch of requests. Oooh, someone learned Thaumaturgy! These effects sound fun!

Mona layers the spell, giving herself fun, glowing eyes, then causing the ground to harmlessly shake, then magically bellowing out, “TYALANGAN!!!”

The Host appears behind her, muttering, “I am starting to see why that annoys Cass so much.”

“Who’s Cass?” Mona can’t help but ask.

“Different Host. Her current season’s Master has phone anxiety and he had the habit of shouting instead of texting.”

Oh, I guess I have been just assuming she’d drop everything and deal with me... “How much of me not getting what I wanted was due to you being annoyed?”

“In brief, none of it. Do you mind if we deal with your requests quickly? It’s been a long day and my lungs are starting to yell at me.”

Mona arches an eyebrow. “Your lungs are yelling at you?”

“Limited air tolerance. I am outside of saltwater for long enough and my lungs decide to quit on me. I had to skip pool time to finalize some things with the challenge. Tessa has the same issue; haven’t you noticed that she usually spends a couple hours in the pool everyday?”

Oooh, yeah! I remember. “I guess I need to figure out a way to help with that. Still, if it’s not too much trouble, I have new requests. Is that okay?”

After a nod, Mona goes for her pettiest request first; she noticed this while waiting for Harith and it demands an explanation. She pulls out her phone and opens the on-line transformation shop page.

“What the fuck is up with this?”

Her phone displays the Toss Out That Spare Tire purchase page. 3800 BP for getting my sexy body is insane!

The Host smirks, “The audience, in their wisdom, said in no uncertain terms that they want you to EARN your sexy body. A hundred BP per pound you try to cheat seems like a reasonable price, given the mandate. And Delayed Gratification, Accelerated will help get you there sooner than you think. Price stands, though it will go down as you get closer to the weight the transformation would put you at.”

“Fine,” Mona is **** to accept, “Next request. I want to throw a party for everyone. Something so that everyone can get together and celebrate the whole ‘we survived a week of being dreamnapped to porn land’ thing. How do I set that up?”

“That is a nice gesture and a reasonable request. What were you thinking?”

Mona is in good cheer as she describes her idea. Tyalangan smiles and nods along. When Mona concludes, the Host replies, “Let’s say 50 BP for the mechanical stuff and I’ll handle the rest?”

Mona beams and agrees. Tyalangan sends Stanley out to deal with the nitty gritty of it. The stapler-guy seems conflicted but nice? That is a weird thought.

Mona: -50 BP (Party Services)

“Last thing for now, though I suspect that you will say ‘No.’ About Harith. I don’t get exactly what he did wrong, but can he, I don’t know, get a proper room instead of a prison cell? And have access to his hands?”

With that, Tyalangan pulls out that tablet she has kept put up. She does swiping actions and watches the screen as she asks, “He put you up to this?”

“No, but it seems mean to lock him up like that?”

“You understand just how hard it is to house spellcasting criminals, right?”

“No. You telling me that those mittens are necessary?”

“Mittens prevent somatic components from spells and stop him from taking off his pants. I could switch the mittens out for a gag and a locked chastity belt over his pants, but those are less comfortable for long-term wear.”

Oh, they are using the whole nudity requirement for magic use thing to keep him from magicking an escape? Huh. “Okay, I guess he did a bad thing that I don’t understand. Even if he is a flight risk... wait? Can he fly? Still, he couldn’t be kept in a comfy room somewhere in the castle?”

“He’s not strong enough to fly, but... I will tell you what. I will bump up his treatment from ‘convicted felon’ to ‘accused noble awaiting trial,’ provided that you take responsibility for his actions. Should he do something that warrants punishment under the law, he goes back to his cell and you pay a penalty. That sounds fair?”

Mona nods. I am helping a sexy boy! Go me!

“It will be done, then. I suspect you need some time to get ready. If you don’t mind, I am going to supervise the party setup in my pool. See ya!”

The Host dissipates into mist and Mona starts the long trudge back to her room. Five flights of stairs are already much less daunting than they were at the beginning of last week. She’s even texting out invitations as she climbs! The door feels less heavy, too! Once inside, she shouts out, “Hey, Ophie! Wanna join the fun party I got planned?”

The sea elf maid shouts back, “What? I am updating your bounty board!”

Oh, yeah. Lets see what we get to do this time… Mona meanders her way into the living room just as Ophelia is dusting off her hands. Mona reads the new bounties. Once again, she starts with the dailies:

• 10 BP – Follow your diet plan
• +10 BP – ...even during your date
• 5 BP – Take a 30 minute walk
• +5 BP – ...and hit 5000 steps
• +10 BP – ...and always take the stairs instead of teleporting around like a bum
• 5 BP – Follow basic hygiene rules
• +5 BP – ...and dress nice for your date
• +10 BP – …and do your hair and makeup

“Hey, these didn’t change!”

“What? It works, right? I would have swapped some of them out for some other stuff if Toss Out That Spare Tire won.”

“Yeah, yeah. Hey, most of the weeklies are the same, too! Are you just being lazy, Ophie?”

“I will admit that several of them are similar, but, if you pay attention, you will see the nuance.”

Mona double checks. Three of them are at least a little bit different:

• 100 BP – Spend one-on-one time with every contestant outside of your dates
• 100 BP – Make sure every contestant successfully completes a dungeon delve
• 150 BP – Make sure every contestant successfully reaches Level 5
• 150 BP – Do not have an orgasm without another contestant there to participate or witness it.
• 200 BP — Have penetrative sex with at least 5 different contestants.

The video game one is gone, but that was barely a problem. I didn’t have time to sit and play a bunch on my own the whole week. The training session one says dungeon delve, so that one is different. They need to hit Level 5; Craig is probably going to ruin both of those for me, huh? And that last one...

“How am I supposed to do that last one?”

“Giving or receiving counts, as long as you are a participant. Strap-ons count for the ladies or if you want to peg Winter tomorrow. You can do it.”

Okay, peg Winter, try a strap on with Gaia, try to ride Ootah, make loving fiancée dildo sex with Tegan, then sexy times with Tessa or Mineko or Andromeda? I guess at least five is doable, if most of them are on board...

“Anyways, I am throwing a party downstairs. Wanna come?”

“Maybe? Do I have to wear the maid’s dress or do I get to be off-duty for it?”

“You haven’t had a night off all week? Wow, I feel bad…”

Ophie shrugs. Mona declares, “You have the night off. Mistress says so! And, if you would rather do something else than come to my party, that’s okay, too!”

Mona feels good as she heads to the shower for party prep. I should try to get Ophie more time for herself. She’s my friend and I shouldn’t take advantage of her.