Fan-Mail Replies, Part 1: Morning Meeting

The Show-runner

A rare interruption to the narrative here for citations. Once again, thanks for legolus, Mothneb, and XarHD for letting me send some fan-mail. Their fan-mail sections start here (Mothneb, XarHD, and legolus) for those of you that would like some context. Special thanks for XarHD for sending actual reply letters. Not only is it unique, it's polite. I dig it.

And there is some actual plot going on here and not just replying to replies. I guess I'm weird, but I have this weird compulsion to do this. I guess this is my equivalent of a thank you note?

Tina

After their (mostly chaste) shower, Tina and Josie return to the bedroom. Tina picks out a cute t-shirt and a skirt, then starts to slip on some relatively comfortable underwear. Josie quickly dons her usual sports bra and thong bikini bottom combo. The wolf-girl’s stomach grumbles. Tina is too feminine to have a gurgly tummy, but Josie’s hunger noises resonated off hers.

Two trays appear on the bed. Ooooh, breakfast in bed. That makes up for locking us in here, I guess. For now. Tina slinks into the sheets, her whipped cream covered waffles (and fancy latte) ready to be dug into. Josie settles in for her pancakes, meat, black coffee, and pills?

“What are the pills for, Josie?”

“Supplements.” Tina’s eye glaze over as Josie describes her supplement regiment. I regret asking already.

Aelene

Aelene got Lady Skye in position to eat. She tried her best to get her ready for her date. She really did. I really should have made her tie me up last night. Ugh. That sounds wrong.

Aelene settles in to the bed on her side. She alternates feeding herself and her budding love.

“Hey,” the voice of Ariel comes from above, “is this thing-a-ma-bob on?” The voice pauses. “Okay, welcome back, sluts, to Harem Hotel. Apologies for the treatment. I understand several of you have gotten used to leaving your rooms after you wake up, despite how unreasonably early that is. We had issues last night that we are still in the process of cleaning up. While the staff gets on with that, this time shall serve as our morning meeting.”

Skye raises her hand, “This one would like to know how this one’s Mistress is? This one is to serve her sexually all day.”

Apparently, Ariel heard her, “You already locked in your date itinerary, slut. Your Mistress is fine, more or less, but got in extremely late last night. She is still doing the Elvish equivalent of sleeping. Your date will not be affected. Anyways, try your best to make your date better than the utter shitshow we saw last night.”

A voice shouts (the good oread Scarlet, from the sound of it): “Shitshow? Is Dinah okay? What the fuck did you do to them?”

“We didn’t do anything. She decided to try and escape. Nearly died. And Ms. E and that Arabella skank rewarded her for it by jettisoning Dinah from the harem. Frankly, the exit transformation they wrote was waaaaay too kind. We had a much more appropriate one lined up for when she was dragged back. Still, the suffering Harper is going through somewhat makes up for it. Serves her right for having too soft of a hand for you sluts. Maybe having a chunk of her soul ripped out of her body will make her accept how a Mistress is supposed to act.”

Lady Skye, resisting the rope transformation, gives Aelene a hug, starting to tear up, “This one hopes Mistress Harper is okay.”

“I’m sure she will be, Lady Skye. I’m sure she will be.”

Scarlet

Daphne is panicking, but Scarlet is too enraged to care. The entire room is burning, quite literally, with her wrath. The sprinkler system has turned on, the room slowly filling with water. It’s already up to her ankles. The pain of that is nothing compared to the pain in her heart. I tried so hard to help them. I really did. The woman I admire is gone; the woman I love is suffering for it. And they are keeping me from them!?!?!?!?!

That fucking cat pops out from nowhere, hoses Scarlet down with a pair of fire extinguishers, and reverses all of the damage to the room. Scarlet, trapped in fire retardant foam, is still trying to seethe. The ones who hurt them need to BURN!

“Ms. Smythe, this is going to be a hard morning for you, but let me assure you that Ms. Doctor Hornblower is fine. Healing. I’m sorry that we couldn’t help her here. Please calm down. Ms. O’Connor is going to need you today to help her through it. And you’re scaring your new girlfriend behind you.”

At the mention of Daphne, Scarlet tries her best to turn her head around while encased in the hardening foam. Daphne looks terrified. Scarlet collapses into a seated position. “Sorry for being a fire monster, Daphne.”

A pair of webbed arms wrap around Scarlet’s torso. “Stop it. Seriously. Stop it. You are no more of a monster than I am. If you didn’t react so quickly, I might have done the same. Ms. E, can we go see Harper now?”

“Not now, Ms. Daphne. You still have fan-mail replies to respond to.”

The sound of fan mail replies perked Daphne up. Scarlet, however, is dreading this. Given what I was just told, this is so going to suck, isn’t it?

Mattie

Fuck Ariel. Bitch.

The mermaid continues, “So, last bit of work for the meeting. We have fan-mail replies to react to. So, let’s get started! Iris, sweetie, start your deliveries!”

Mattie and Sparkles sits and waits for a bit. Soon enough, a mermaid pops out of a staff tube, declaring, “We have mail! Mail time! Iris delivers the mail at the perfect time!” Dropping off some reaction vids, the mermaid slinks away.

“We are going to do something about Ariel disrespecting us, right?”

“Ask MY MtF Goddess! I do not wish to annoy her by getting you or especially ME a punishment transformation.”

Nice to see that I counted somewhere in that, I guess. “I guess we need to watch the reactions, then?”

The first video is of two women sharing an umbrella, reading letters on the beach. Mattie smiles. She watches that hottie Hazel read her letter. She watches them comment on the audience watching them, which is a fun little mental loop to run through. They like the gun. Sweet.

“Hey, assuming you get this, thanks for thinking I’m fun! Don’t worry, I’ve had the audience perving on me and my sexual escapades, too. I find it’s best to just ignore them. Unless, of course, your little hot tamale there has an exhibitionist fetish. Then remind her about it a lot.”

“Sorry. I forgot you’re an Air **** gal. I’m Army, not Navy, but the Army doesn’t have a handgun with style. I frankly used my personal Taurus Judge more often than my actual standard issue sidearm before the show. You got to tell me how it fires. Oh, and, hey, my Mistress is an archery nerd if y’all want to go shooting together sometime. We can even bring your guy, if you want.”

Second vid shows some dude? Mattie usually doesn’t pay attention to scenes with dudes in it. He’s reading a couple of letters from Sparkles? Ooooh, that’s Mary’s other form. Gotcha.

Sparkles is super angry. Like, purple energy radiating off of her angry. “How dare you deny your destiny as an MtF goddess like that! You must embrace being a sexy woman all the time! You must! Anything else is unacceptable! And I worked so hard on all of those promotional items and you didn’t put one on! Jerk! Devil! Gross Boy!”

“Whoa, Sparkles, calm down. Would plowing me with your tail help you forget about that dork?”

Sparkles pauses, then nods, “Yes, yes, it would.”

Mattie unzips the crotch of her catsuit as Sparkles applies some lube to the tip of her tail. Tail tip inserted, Mattie starts to bounce as the third vid plays. The other sexy military hottie reading her letter.

“BOOOOOO! Peace-bound! Stupid Cass, what’s the point in having a gun if you can’t shoot it! Still, glad you like the... shininess? Honestly, Hazel seemed to dig her gun as an actual gun more.”

“Oh, that dragon that needs to fix her MtF denying devil owner of her gross boy form totally has her dragon instincts for treasure kicking in. Kinda hot to see that, actually. Good for her. Now fix your gross boy!”

Skye

“For purposes of fan-mail, I am temporarily suspending your rope transformation. Enjoy.” Ariel snarks.

Skye feels like herself again. For the moment. Lady Aelene is beside her, “Are you okay, Lady Skye?”

“I really won’t be until I know my lady love is okay. Both of them.”

Aelene blushes, “I’m fine, Lady Skye, outside of being worried for my betrothed and you.”

Iris delivers the mail as the elves embrace in a hug. Skye watches her first message delivered. A six-armed woman, reacting with wonder at the stationary she chose. The girl reads, looking embarrassed. Fumbling for presents. Not saying a word.

Words are provided instead with a reply letter. Skye reads intently:

Skye,

That's a beautiful name. Are you pretty like the sky? I'm afraid I don't know much about you or your lady, but you seem like a very sweet person. The medallion is very beautiful, thank you so much for it. I like the rope, too. It's very silky and I like to stroke it. The book was very interesting, and I will think of your suggestions. Do you tie your wife up often?

I don't know why you don't like spiders, however. They are beautiful creatures. Did you know that they keep your house clean from mosquitoes and flies? Mosquitoes now, those are evil. If I had only four arms, you could see it's an omen of the Mosquito, and I would understand. Either way, you sound like a nice person, although I do not understand quite why you refer to men as 'males'. Andy is a great guy, but I don't know if he sees me romantically. I hope so. Or at least that he can do so, one day. I wondered if my arms would freak him out, but I don't think so. He seems to enjoy them. And... can I tell you a secret? I'm starting to really enjoy them too.

If I don't get eliminated, write me back? I'm attaching an illustration I made of how I imagine you to be. Sorry, I don't have a visual reference, so this is just based on what I think you are, based on your letter. I hope it's not offensive?

Love,

Emi

A fairy, with tree branches like horns and butterfly wings, stares back at Skye. She smiles. Not quite right, but beautiful. I should make a frame for it, later. Hang it up.

“Thank you for the picture. It’s so pretty. My wife thinks I’m lovely, but I often don’t feel like I am. I am hoping that my wife ties me up tonight. It’s our first date night since I got this transformation and I hope she will enjoy it.”

“Most of my harem-sisters think I am strange sometimes, so I can understand your confusion. Mundane spiders are fine. The Spider, the evil one that led my people into the darkness, is not. All creatures are a part of nature and should be respected for the part they do. Did you know that mosquitoes are pollinators? Only female mosquitoes bite, and they only do so when pregnant. My upbringing is apparently odd. I assume your unsupervised male is nice. I still need to get used to the idea that males are ‘men.’”

“I’m glad you are adjusting to the arms. I adjusted to my new drow heritage. The rope thing is a little more difficult, but I’m hoping the upgrade I got for it works. Otherwise, my date is going to go poorly. Wish me luck!”

Feeling like she made a new friend, Skye moves on to the next video. This one seems to be for Lady Aelene. Funnily enough, a fairy is having some unsupervised male read a letter. Then the male talks to the fairy about eliminations and trouble-making.

Aelene speaks up, hoping she is staring at the camera. “I am so sorry if I offended you, good fae Sadie. I did not realize that you would have changed from when I wrote that letter. That was quite fast. I am glad to hear that my admonitions may not have been necessary. Enjoy the book.”

A third video pops up, a blonde wolf-girl reading a letter Skye wrote. She snorts at her first bit. She snarks at the second. She’s dismissive. Rude.

“Again, I understand my customs may seem strange, but you should not dismiss them so readily. There are great powers and great evils in this multiverse. The ones that have captured us for their amusement are some of them. The Lady of the Dance will save my lady love and I from the worst of it. Will your weird to me customs do the same for you?”

Feeling like she did not make a new friend, Skye turns on the final video. The Goddess of Desire seems to be a very athletic looking blonde woman. She has a twin. Did I mess up? Oh, they seem to be joking about me. Well, I suppose that’s fine. The thoughts of divinity are beyond us mortals.

Josie

Josie and Tina react to their shared Flora video message.

Josie growls, “So, Prudence totally didn’t edit that vid, did she?”

“Maybe she was busy with the whole Dinah escaping thing? What was Dinah thinking?”

“I dunno, maybe that she kept shitting the bed on her relationship with the old lady and running was her best option. Hope that bitch Ariel wasn’t lying.”

“Yeah. Hope so. Any way for us to check?”

“Dunno. Anyways, Flora, glad you liked... the stick? Did the old lady not understand exactly what to give her?”