How To Score A Quest

Mona

Mona wakes up alone. It’s mildly disappointing, but Mona can (kind of) get it. Kevin wouldn’t want to snuggle with her more than he had to. Winter joining them in bed was nice, but the maid probably had to get back to work. Kevin must have gotten up with Winter to see the drow off.

So, she is surprised to see everyone still up in the Suite. Caoimhe is in lady mode, still in that goth outfit she bought the first day. Winter is wearing an oversized T-shirt that declares: “Save a Horse, Ride a Cow-boy!” with Kevin’s face on it. The maid is sitting in Caoimhe’s lap, looking smug. Ophelia is rolling her eyes.

“Morning, Mona,” Caoimhe greets, “I got something to cuddle from our date last night, too.” The sometimes drow squeezes Winter around the maid’s waist.

“Please, Mona, make them stop,” Ophelia sardonically pleads, “I am surely going to die of secondhand cute if you don’t.”

Winter plops out of Caoimhe’s lap and pulls the sometimes drow to her feet, “Mistress, go take care of your Mistress. I will assist my sister in making breakfast.”

The two of them get shooed back into the bedroom. Mona pouts, “Caoimhe, why aren’t you doting on me like that?”

Caoimhe nudges Mona with her elbow, “We’re friends, Mona. I care for you like a bud. So, who’s showering first?”

“Together. It’s big enough.”

“Mona, I am very, very... straight right now? Wow, that sounds weird.”

“Platonic friendship shower? You need to tell me why you went girl.”

Caoimhe shrugs and starts to strip. Mona gets out of her sleepwear, too. Soon, both are in the shower. Mona tries her best not to ogle her (right now female) best friend; she fails, of course, but Caoimhe is hot, so who can blame her?

Kevin: +8 XP (Full Frontal Mistress Nudity)

“So, why are you in Caoimhe mode?”

Caoimhe arches an eyebrow. “Well, reverie is a super useful thing. Four hours of it counts as a full night’s rest. And those four hours are in kind of a shared dreamscape with all other nearby elves. I wanted to really talk to Winter about what we did and what we are going to be. I swapped to Caoimhe so I could do that.”

“And Winter called you Mistress?”

“Well, obviously I am Winter’s Mistress. Kevin is Winter’s tentative boyfriend.”

Mona feels confused. Then she remembers that the two have slightly different tastes.

“So, Kevin and Winter are going to date? And you are just going to domme?”

“If things work out, yeah. You still okay with that?”

Mona nods, smiling. She’s glad that Kevin may have found someone. “You going to share your sub, Caoimhe?”

“If Winter is up to it, yeah.”

Ooh, I bet that the next Kevin date is going to be more fun!

Breakfast is ready by the time Mona and Caoimhe are out, dry, and redressed. And Mona is quite excited about both it and the presentation. Overnight Oats again! Yay! And Ophie got me a Sumiku boobie cup, too! Mona barely feels annoyed by the presence of breakfast salad or about Caoimhe’s pancake breakfast. Barely annoyed.

Mona plays with the jiggly boobies on her oats cup as she suffers her way through the breakfast salad weeds. Caoimhe eats her pancakes as Winter jokes about feeding her. Ophelia is rolling her eyes extra hard this morning as she eats her breakfast. When Mona digs into her oats, they taste different from last time. A little saltier? Still pretty darn good. She happily devours it after an initial pause.

Kevin: +4 XP (Mistress Ate Your Cum, x2 bonus [First Time Mona Participant])

“Why did I just hear a notification ding?” both Mona and Caoimhe ask at the same time. Ophelia and Winter both snickering hints at a prank.

Caoimhe grabs Winter’s chin firmly and stares down the maid. “Tell me. Now.”

“Yes, Mistress. Of course. We used some of your milk for Mona’s breakfast. Milk from your time with a particular toy.”

Caoimhe blushes. Her cheeks look like blueberries. She scurries back to the bedroom so fast that Winter bounces on the floor.

“Toy?”

“Kevin delivered my letter to you in exchange for a lesson in anal toys.”

The pieces snap into place. Mona has the biggest, stupidest grin on her face. When Kevin emerges, Mona offers, “That was the tastiest milk I’ve ever had Kevin. I like that it was a bit salty!”

Kevin just sits down and devours his breakfast, still blushing furiously. Winter tries to sit in Kevin’s lap, only for the bull to plop the drow next to him on the table bench; the lilac-skinned maid then cuddles into Kevin’s massive arm. Winter whispers something into Kevin’s ear and Kevin calms down a little. He still walks to supervise Ophelia making him seconds (with a lot more meat).

Mona is left with Winter for a bit, “You two okay?”

“Yeah, Mistress. Early days for a relationship, but I’m glad that Kevin accepts me.”

Mona pauses, happy for them. Her next question is asked more earnestly than some would think, “Can I get more of Kevin’s milk?”

Winter gives Mona a wide smile and a wink, “I’ll make sure you can get the occasional taste but his milk IS generally against your diet.”

Mona pouts as Kevin returns. As Kevin finishes breakfast, the four chit-chat. Almost time for the meeting.

Gaia

Gaia is really starting to enjoy this whole bed sharing arrangement. She never slept in the same bed as her ex, as their sexual escapades were more secluded park benches and bar bathrooms than proper fucking in bed, so having someone warm and comfortable to cuddle with has been nice. While she would prefer a guy, Teach is not a bad substitute. I wonder if I can convince Summer to sleep in our bed while Tessa is out on her date?

Tessa is laughing uncontrollably underneath her. “Please... please stop! I’m going to pee myself! Please!”

Gaia lifts her head, only to see a puff of plumage sticking out of her forehead. Huh?

Tessa squirms out of her grasp, giggling like a madwoman, until she can escape to the bathroom. This gives Gaia a chance to check out her daily animal transformation. It’s some kind of bird. Her arms are covered in brown and white mottled feathers. The tail for today is a lot larger than the stubby kitty tail of yesterday. Larger and feathered. Gaia blows at the tuft of forehead feathers drooping down. They basically stay in place. So, good news, bad news. Bad news, these feathers are going to be annoying and this one is less exciting as being a kitty. Good news, I likely can eat what I want! Most birdies are vegetarians. No innocent animals have to die to feed me today!

So, Gaia gets up and gets dressed. Since the sleeves on her dress shirt tickle her temporary arm feathers, she goes with her magical girl outfit. Hooray sleeveless magic dress! Time for breakfast!

Tyalangan

The contestants gathered, Mona is on her throne, Tina is preening in preparation for the camera. Showtime!

“Good morning Mona, contestants, and perverts from around the multiverse. Day 5 of Harem Hotel: Woo the Girl, Save the World has begun. Less than 48 hours until our first Major Quest. Let’s talk a bit about it after, of course, checking up on the leaderboard. My bonny bunny?”

Tina perks up at her nickname. Pouting a little that her wife started the meeting before she was completely ready, she waves her illusionary leaderboard up in the air:

Mistress Mona currently has 390 BP! Good job!

• Gaia Level 3 53 XP +44 BP
• Kevin Level 3 42 XP +40 BP
• Andromeda Level 3 28 XP +85 BP
• Tegan Level 3 12 XP +78 BP
• Tessa Level 3 10 XP +95 BP
• Craig Level 1 2 XP +45 BP

“As you can see, Kevin did very well on his date with our dear Mistress, narrowing the gap between first and second considerably. Our date for the night, Tessa, dropped a couple of ranks. And Craig has finally gotten to Level 1 and into positive BP territory.”

Tegan growls, “How did Kevin get so many points? He must have cheated!”

“He was willing to go further, in his own way, than you did, Tegan. There is always next week. Or, you could always pull Mona aside during the day and grind for more points.”

Tegan blushes and sputters. Tyalangan snorts.

“Moving on, let’s talk a bit about the Major Quest, specifically, the scoring for it. While the Quest will be cooperative, each contestant will be ranked individually based on XP rewards earned during the quest. There are three parts to the Quest Scoring. First, there are direct sources of XP in the quest. There will be foes to overcome, and kills will give whoever delivered the last hit an appropriate amount of XP. Second, there will be an audience poll of your performance. Now, audience, this poll is not supposed to be a popularity contest; it’s to reward team play that doesn’t lead to direct XP gains. So, if someone pulls off a clutch heal or bit of crowd control, this is your way to reward it. The rewards are set based on the poll rank. My lovely lagomorph?”

Tina looks confused, “Ah, cutie, what’s a lagomorph?”

“Another nerdy way of saying rabbit. Trying to mix it up.”

“Oh, okay. Here you go!”

The scoreboard illusion is changed to display the score:

• First 10 XP
• Second 7 XP
• Third 5 XP
• Fourth 3 XP
• Fifth 1 XP
• Sixth 0 XP

“The final XP source is going to be based on how the group performs. Three categories. The quest will be considered a Full Success if the party achieves the objective on their own. A Mixed Success will occur if the party fails, but does enough to allow the staff member escort to achieve the objective for them. A Failure will be declared if the party does so poorly that the staff member escort can’t achieve the objective.”

Andromeda’s hand goes up. Tyalangan nods and the arcanist android speaks, “What is the objective?”

“Something you’ll find out about the day of the challenge.”

The hand stays up, “And the staff member escort?”

“The audience will be selecting an escort to get you to and from the challenge. Depending on who they pick, the staff member may be able to solo the challenge if you fail. Others may have difficulty.”

Tyalangan continues, “We will add the first two categories together, which determines your rank in the challenge, then apply the appropriate group performance adjustment. My ravishing rabbit?”

“Oooh, I get that one!” Tina beams, then adjusts the illusion:

First XP column is Full Success, second XP column is Mixed Success, third XP column is Failure

• First ------- 20 XP ------ 0 XP ------- 0 XP
• Second ---- 10 XP ------ -5 XP ------ -10 XP
• Third ------ 5 XP ------- -10 XP ----- -20 XP
• Fourth ----- 0 XP ------- -15 XP ----- -30 XP
• Fifth ------- -5 XP ------ -20 XP ----- -40 XP
• Sixth ------ -10 XP ----- -25 XP ----- -50 XP

That, as expected, causes a minor uproar. Andromeda speaks up again, not waiting for a raised hand acknowledgment, “So, no matter what, the final two places are going to lose XP and if we don’t succeed on our own, most of us are going to lose XP. That seems harsh.”

Tyalangan scans the assembled harem members, asking, “That a good summation of everyone’s complaints?”

Most nod. Craig flips the bird. Tyalangan continues, “Do note that the first two categories pretty much guarantee some XP, provided you participate. And XP is plentiful before the challenge. All but one of you can currently eat that last place full success adjustment already. Half of you could do the same for the last place mixed success adjustment right now. I’m also giving you essentially two days advanced notice, if you want to pad your scores. Do with that as you will, ladies and gentlemen.”

Craig erupts, “And if you don’t fucking qualify for the Quest, dyke?”

“Zero plus zero plus a negative value means you lose a minimum of ten XP. And you better hope they fully succeed. Otherwise, you’ll lose more XP than what you needed to qualify in the first place. Perhaps you should be spending time working to qualify instead of watching the exploits of a certain tall vampire lady. While I’m addressing your behavior, your attitude is getting tiresome. I’m adding an XP penalty for sexual slurs. Learn to be respectful, Craig.”

Craig freezes up. Good. Now he knows that I know what he’s up to. Time to conclude the meeting. “And with that, ladies and gentlemen, I bid you good day.”