Introductions

“Each of you have saved Laura’s life, and supported her in the past. Specifically you’ve all commissioned art from her. Most of you know her as RaTf . For years she has catered to your sexual interests, and has made a career out of it thanks to you.”

Jacob leaned over. “Your username was “Rat-f?”

Laura grumbled. “It’s Ra like the god, like LauRA TransFormations. I didn’t notice until I already made the account.” She looked around the circle. “So you’re all my… customers?”

Sky nodded. “Customers, fans, patrons, supporters. You all thought you were strangers, but in truth you’re all deeply sexually connected, you know eachothers kinks more than some of your partners.”

Deacon scoffed. “I’ve never even bought art before why am I…” He felt Derrick shrink away. “Oh great, I’m in this because of him, how unusual,” the Sarcam hit like a brick.

Jacob spoke next. “I haven’t even bought smut from her.”

Sky held up a finger. “But you have commissioned art. Thousands of dollars worth.”

“Because she won’t just take the money.”

“Sorry to say the criteria is still met. You’re on the hook for being a good bro.”

“Good for me.” He sunk into his chair.

“I don’t know what to say.” Laura had her sweat pants bundled up in her hands. “This is real?”

Sky nodded. “Real as the mornin’. Now thanks to Laura here ya’ll get to live out some of your most fantastic desires. Ain’t that sweet of her?”

“She’s not doing this you are.” Jacob stood up.

Sky rubbed the back of her head. He’d seen her do it twice now. It was the benign gesture of a simpleton, affected or not. “Well sure, but I cain’t hardly be your mistress can I?”

Chance caught that. “Mistress, what happened to Soulmate?”

Sky blushed. “Oh well… okay I’ll come clean to ya’ll that was a little white lie. This whole process is kind of scary for ya, so we said that, to give it a better spin. But truth be told we are here for the sex and sex adjacent content primarily.”

“Sex with her?” Gwendolyn scoffed, indelicately, but there was a murmur of agreement across the circle. She was not anyone’s first choice for anything.

Jacob noticed her sink into her chair miserably. That was not a nice thing to hear. Or say, but still… he wasn’t exactly chomping at the bit to prove them wrong.

“Stranger things have happened.” Sky gave another vacant smile. “The name of the game is Harem Hotel. But you’re all contestants on Harem Hotel: Life is a Highway!”

She spread her arms and all the vintage cars came to life, and roared like the cheering of an audience. This caused many of the contestants to flinch.

“This ain’t no free lunch, not this time, no sir!” Sky was stomping her cowboy boots, and clapping her hands. “We are here in Windy Chicago Illinois because it is the birthplace of The Mother Road! That’s right ladies and gentlemen Route 66!”

The screen behind her came to life with a map of America. There was a red dot indicating Chicago. Established 1926 this historic route runs for 2,448 miles, that’s 3940 km for the rest of the universes. This beauty passes through nine states, the map began to show a rout slinking south and then west. “Until she reaches her terminus at the Santa Monic Pier!”

“We’ve all seen cars.” Horacio snarked. “Why the history lesson?”

“Because Mr. Chavez, this season is a race.”

The biker smiled.

“This race has got eight legs. Each leg eliminates a contestant, until we have one person left on that pier.”

“Not much of a harem.” Gwendolyn observed.

“Well just because you’re eliminated, don’t mean you’re out of the harem. First place becomes the head hancho of the harem, and wins the grand prize. Everyone… less exciting fates.”

“So there’s no throwing the game to get out?” Chance asked.

“I wouldn’t.” The sooner you’re eliminated the harsher the punishment.”

“Punishment?” Abendigo looked up for the first time.

“Wow!” Sky was beaming. “I’m doing great these topics are just leading one into the other. Ya get rewards for passing a leg, and punishments for failing or coming in last. Now some of ya’ll might have noticed that I’m magic. So these rewards aren’t free tokens at the arcade they’ll be stuff that will make life under Laura’s rule easier to swallow.” She raised her hands. “We gotta get all of ya’ll interested in ladies first of all!”

“I don’t want this!” Laura jumped out of her seat. “I know I said I did, but that was before you brought everyone out. I can’t do this, it’s evil.”

The circle relaxed. That was that,

“Oh Mistress Miles, I’m sorry to hear that, but it ain’t true. You want it. I made dang sure before I chose you, you’re just feeling pressured by having all these folks here, and because none of them want you, yet. But they will. You just have to be patient and take hold of your harem, in your own way.”

“I said I don’t want it. I do not consent to this. I want out, let them go, let me go.”

Sky huffed. “Are ya’ll proud of yourselves? You got her head so turned round she don’t know what she wants. She ain’t never once judged any of yew fer wantin a picture of a lady with feet for hands, or for a comic of Abendigo turning into a cat girl. No ma’am she took the money and did her job. And ya’ll sure as heck had her page bookmarked refreshing the page every dang gm day so you could see the art she put in there for free. Ya’ll would rather snuggle up with a dorse than give this good girl some lovin, because she’s wearing sweat pants? Well that ain’t right!” She took a deep breath. “Jacob excluded of course you’ve always been very supportive of her, and Deacon this is really just unfair as far as yer concerned and I do apologize for that.”

The circle was just stunned into silence.

Lana looked to Gwendolyn on her right. “Did she just try to guilt trip us into being sex slaves?”

“Sounds like it.”

Sky smiled to Laura. “Mistress Miles you just go on and have a seat, you don’t have to prove anything to these people.”

Laura’s anxiety was seriously flairing up. Her chest felt like a gaping wound. “I can’t do this!” She sprinted for the edge of the stage and jumped off.

“The race ain’t started yet!” Sky spat, and a ringing sound echoed in their ears. Laura who once was plummeting to the ground was now back in her throne.

“Magic!” Laura cursed.

Sky nodded. “Yes ma’am yes ma’am. I don’t like to brag, but…” she looked behind her. “Ya know what? I gave myself an hour to acclimate ya’ll to the situation, so let’s vote. Those of you who want to just stay here and talk everything out stay in your seats. Those of you who want to try and escape, we got a lot full of cars right behind you!” She nodded her head. “What do you guys think?”

“Cheese it!” Horacio screamed at the top of his lungs.

*** One Hour Later ****

“And we’re back folks!” Sky smiled. The camera pans to show the contestants in their chairs exhausted and red faced.

“I was halfway to Canada!” Gwendolyn lamented.

“I told you we should have taken the car.” Deacon said to his brother,

“Yeah because no one else tried that!” His brother barked.

Sky raised her hand for their attention. “Ya’ll went eight different directions in eight different ways. Yet here we are back at the beginning. How do we feel about that?”

“Pissed off.” Offered the biker.

“Scared.” Gwendolyn answered honestly.

“Resigned.” Chance said.

“Bingo.” Sky winked at him. “This is happenin’ now it’s just a matter of if you win or lose.”

The finality of this statement brought them all to silence.

“Mr. Stone.” Sky flashed a smile to the biker. “We’re going to start with you, okay?”

The biker, just rolled his eyes.

“Good.” Sky gestured to the screen behind her. The image in his motorcycle appeared onscreen. A bad looking bunny leaning up against an equally bad looking hog.” This is the art you commissioned from Laura.” There was a snicker from Lana. “What spoke to you about this image.”

“This is stupid.” He leaned back on his bike. “My shop is next to a rabbit rescue, so I took a stupid rabbit as my mascot, okay?” He was blushing, and that answer was far too defensive to be the whole of it.

“Perfect.” The screen behind Sky lit up with three lines of text.

Bunny Boy - Matt has a soft spot for rabbits. Laura knows Matt as BadBunny420, and to better align him with her perception of him he’ll be given cute bunny ears, and a fluffy tail, as well as ticklish feet. (Bad Bunny)

Strong Silent Type - Is he cool or just dumb? Matt always keeps his thoughts to himself, to help him keep his persona opaque, Matt will only be able to speak in one word sentences. (Bad Boy)

Biker Chick - Matt will be given the body he would have had, if he were born a woman. These changes are purely physical. (Bad Girl)

Matt clicked her tongue. “What am I looking at?”

Horacio shook his head. “You bought art from RaTf. You can figure it out.”

“They’re transformation.” Abendigo said, all too familiar with his god’s body of work.

Matt lowered his head. “What the fuck?”

Sky gave him a moment to process. “Each of you is going to get one every leg of the trip. The higher you score the better you get. These are your starting transformations, the audience is going to decide one for you. Do you have a preference?”

“What do you mean transformations?” Lana asked.

Sky squirmed, clearly hoping she could have just breezed past this part. “We’ll you’ve seen her art…”

“So it’s going to be like one of those three image sequences where a guy turns into a girl?”

“Yes! Exactly like that. The audience chooses an archetype they want you to follow. Then each challenge they pic a transformation that has to do with that archetype. For instance maid is always a popular choice. In any given round the audience will be give the option to make it to where you can only wear a maid uniform, or you get… um… reved up by cleaning, or you’ll develop a French accent.”

Chance had his chin resting on a fist. “How will you enforce these decisions?”

“Magic.”

“Of course.”

Sky turned back to Matt. “So, which do you prefer?”

“Fuck.” He shook his head, a chuckle escaping him, despite himself he smiled. “You know I was never much of a talker to start with.”

“You’re alright with only speaking one word sentence for the rest of you life?”

“Bet.”

That made Skylar smile. “Very well, big bro you’re up next.” Another piece of art appeared. It was a self portrait of Laura, she’d done it was vibrant neon colors. It was a stunning piece, must of all, in how she captured the sadness in her own eyes. It was not an image created of ego, but hatred. “Why this piece?”

All eyes were on him, this was so personal, and to share it with strangers. “She always draws these very curvy women… she hates her body so I asked her to draw herself. She’s an amazing artists so I knew she could make something beautiful, and I just wanted her to feel that way.”

“I notice her body isn’t in the picture.”

“No.”

Laura was curled up in her seat hiding her face. She was crying. Jacob got up and knelt beside her. The boom mic operators strained to get the audio, but got nothing l. Their words were a secret, kept in their hearts.

Behind Sky, Jacob’s three options appeared.

Big Bro: Jacob has always taken care of his little sister, and we’re going to make it easier. Jacob will grow taller and more muscular to protect his sister on the road. (Big Brother)

Little Bro: Roles are reversed. Laura is the big sister now, with Jacob being her eighteen year old little brother who looks to her for advice. (Little Brother)

Self Portrait: Jacob’s body is transformed into an exact copy of his sister’s. Now he can show her how beautiful she is! (Clone)

“He’s the shota?” Laura cried out.

“I would like the muscle one.” Jacob said without prompting.

Skylar grinned. “I bet. See Folks? we’re here to enhance your lives! These changes are an exciting opportunity to…to… to live!”

“Yeah clam down.” Jacob waved her away. “One out of three is not good.”

Sky was wiggling in her spot. “I love this whole linear storytelling thang! I wish I could jump you to the end so you could see how much yer gonna love each!”

Jacob shook his head. “What’s happening?”

“What’s happening, is we’re moving over to Horacio.”

Horacio looked over to Matt and Jacob. “I pity your innocence.”

Sky produced a new picture. There was a anthropomorphic lion guy with a beer gut, shoving an equally beer gutty donkey dude into his armpit, and judging by the amount of jizz each guy had seeping through their pants the whole thing was consensual. “Mind explaining?”

Horacio gulped. “Well… um. Toby and Red have a relationship where they enjoy just being… big fat furry slobs with eachother… obviously.”

“You’re Red!” Laura cried out like she was meeting a celebrity. “Oh my god! You are the hottest person I’ve ever rp’d with I swear. You are so dirty.”

Jacob looked aghast at the image on the screen. “You two dated?”

“No!” Laura shot him the look he always got when got an anime character wrong. “We rp.” She pointed to the armpit huffing donkey. “That’s me!”

“That’s you???” Jacob looked to the others for support but most were averting their eyes from him in shame. “Oh no… oh no no no. Please tell me you guys aren’t… oh no.” He pinched his nose. “Why is your character an over weight donkey man?”

Gwendolyn was all too happy to answer that. “Well she started as a meek scholar, but transformed into the donkey character after drinking a can of slob soda. Then she meets Red and the two of the have a very fulfilling relationship that helps her embrace her new life and desires.”

Laura shot her a finger gun to Gwendolyn. “It’s as my fan said.”

“I love Red by the way.” Gwendolyn twiddled her fingers at Horacio.

“Thank you.” Horacio was burning red himself. Having his art on a screen next to his face clearly wasn’t something he’d ever wanted.

Sky was either oblivious of his embarrassment, or prepared for it to the point of apathy. “Why’d you ask for this piece?”

Horacio threw his hands up. “What do you want from me? I’m a big fat guy, I like other fat guys, I sweat, and I’d like a partner who can accept that about me.” He paused and looked over to the circle. “Okay and I see the skinnies out there telling me to just shower. I shower, m’kay? More than you.”

Sky nodded along. “Maybe one of these here transformations can help you out with that.”

Method Acting - Horacio will feel the pleasure his character Red feels in any RP he does with other members of the harem. (Role Player)

Manly Musk - Horacio smells like hard work, mowed lawns, and having a catch on sundays. Men who catch a whiff of Horacio’s scent will find themselves aroused by the smell. (Big Handsome Man)

Goblin Gal - Horacio’s body is changed to what it would have been were he born female. (Goblin)

Horacio shrugged, most of those sounded… kind of fun. “I get the first two… why the goblin one.”

“Because they’re filthy creatures like you.” Sky said sweetly.

“Fair enough.”

“Your preference?”

He thought about it. “The second one is certainly what I wished for, but now that it’s in front of me it seems a little rapey. I’ll go with the rp one, that’s fully consensual and doesn’t do anything negative to anybody, especially me.”

“Noted!” Sky turned to the red head. “Gwendolyn.” A series of images began to appear on the screen. “You commissioned this 244 page comic where your OC Tabitha the horse dicked cat girl transforms a high school made exclusively of 18 year old women, into ‘Bimbo Academy.’

Laura nodded to herself slowly putting the usernames to the faces.

‘Why were you willing to spend so much to have Laura express this idea.”

Gwendolyn was rich, and more importantly she was old money. These are the type of people for whom shame was breeded out long ago. “RaTf is the first person to draw Tabitha, and honestly she got it right on the first go. So it was a little brand loyalty, and I knew she was the only one with talent to match my vision.”

“Tell us about your vision. Why this collection of elements?”

Gwendolyn looked around the circle. “Oh well… I like school uniforms, I like bimbos… and I like longer stories.” Maybe not entirely immune to shame. These were her inner desires she was sharing.

“Well I just love that.” Sky beamed. “Ya hear that Laura you had a trustworthy brand. Let’s take a look at where that drops ya Gwendolyn.”

Bimbo Academy: Gwendolyn graduated college, just not Yale. Her memories are rewritten to where she remembers attending Bimbo Academy, and studying for classes like Giggling 101, and Advanced Nail Painting. This does not reduce her intelligence, only switches the knowledge learned from college. Bimbos Bimbos Ra Ra Ra! (Bimbo)

Head, shoulders, ears and tail - Laura is transformed to better match her online Persona. She’s gifted a functional set of cat ears and a tail. Nyah! (Cat Girl)

Right Tool for The Job: Gwendolyn will grow a penis so she has more in common with the males in the harem. It’ll be fully functional. (Futa)

“Wait.” Laura raised her hand. “What type of Futa?”

Sky blinked. “Um… human. I know her OC is hung like a horse but that path is kind of her getting to that point.”

“No no.” Gwen stood up. “She means am I going to have balls or not.”

“Yeah!”

“Oh.” Sky blushed. “Um, y-yes. Your anatomy would have um… testicles.”

Gwen nodded. “Gotcha so I’d loose my pussy, gain cock and balls. Makes sense.”

Sky waved her hands. “No no, you’d still have your female anatomy.”

Laura sat back. “Interesting. So that’s.” She gestured to her crotch. “Cock,” she pumped an imaginary shaft. “Balls…” she moved down and fondled invisible balls. “… then tucked behind the balls is a vagina, and then asshole.”

Gwen crossed her arms. “That’s pretty crowded.”

Laura shook her head. “No it could work.”

Sky looked out of her depth. “That does sound like a tight fit…”

Laura raised her hand. “Let me draw a few options out for you.”

The host seemed to like this idea. The coffee tweaker ran from backstage with a tablet and stylist.

Laura went to work. The screen behind Sky was soon covered with genitals. “Let’s start with the basics. Barbie smooth, that’s no sex parts at all. Next we have a penis, and we have a vagina.”

Jacob and Sky were both seemingly hiding their faces from embarrassment.

“Then we got a penis with just a shaft and head, and then we have just balls. Here’s what I’m thinking for the cock, ball, vagina orientation. See how it’s kind of lines up with the seam of the balls? You’ll probably have to have sex from behind, but I dunno, maybe your guy can lift up your balls and fuck you that way.”

“Oh no.” Gwendolyn waved her had. “No guys.”

“Even better! Fingers can do whatever. Then if you have a girl eating you out you can rest your balls on her face while she does, that’s pretty hot.”

Gwen nodded excitedly. “Yeah that’s pretty good, so dominating!”

Sky was squirming and shaking her head. “No no no, I don’t like the testicles, that’s so vulgar.”

Gwen looked to Laura. “What about where the cock is where the clit is?”

“Yeah!” Laura drew another amalgamation of the sexes. This time it was a vagina, but instead of a clit a full length penis was growing from the hood.

“Yeah yeah that’s good.” Sky cast the image the barest of glances. “That’s what it will look like.”

“Perfect!” Gwen shouted. “I’ll take the bimbo one.”

“After all that?” Chance sighed.

Gwen scowled. “ I need to make an informed decision. All of that being said, becoming a brainless sex obsessed bimbo, is a total dream. Now if this was my harem, I would want the futa upgrade, but only if you all were bimbos. Otherwise I’d still stick with the bimbo option, because a bimbo dom is just iconic.”

“You guys are actually enjoying this.” Matt shook his head.

“Yeah, not really.” Lana growled. “Can we get to mine? I’m having an anxiety attack waiting for mine!”

“No yer not.” Sky guffawed

“Well I should be. It’s that damn air freshener. I feel like I’m on Klonapin.”

“Okay okay.” Sky raised her gloves. “We’ll move on. Lana.” The screen behind Sky now featured Gwendolyn’s theoretical genitalia wearing a top hat while also fighting off Godzilla. “Um… we’re gonna go to the next image now…”

Goodbye penis, hello Lana. A cartoony version of the girl in the mask appeared. It was a cutesy logo of a raven haired beauty, with her brand name prominently displaced. That character had tattoos which was the only feature any of them could discern thanks to the mask.

“This one is easy.” Lana said. “I needed an icon for my brand, just like bunny boy. I’m the product of my business so that’s what I paid her to draw.”

“Okay!” Sky smiled. “Let’s see what we have for you!”

Fur the love of God - Svetlana’s is a proud Russian woman, and will only dress in the finest of furs. She’ll have negative reactions when wearing other fabrics, while fur itself will be comforting for her. (Mother Russia)

Rubber Hose Animation - Just like a cartoon character Lana becomes as flexible as rubber, and it becomes seriously questionable if she even has bones. (Cartoon Character)

DirtyDay - Lana’s social media presence will be replaced with her male counterparts. Any pictures, videos, messages, audio, or texts she sends will be changed to be from her male Persona, DirtyDay. (Leather Daddy.)

The adult actress winced. “No comments about that last one Horacio.”

The Hispanic man rolled his eyes. “Rude.”

“What do you think?” Sky fluttered her eyes.

Lana reread everything. “Well I think my great grandparents fled Russia to escape the purges, so I’m not stoked about that one. Slava Ukrani. I also don’t love that last one, so I guess the middle one. It’ll at least make my cam shows more interesting.”

“Perfect!” Sky turned to Chance. “Tall dark and handsome, ya ready to go?”

He was as far back in his chair as he could go. “Can we skip me?”

“Sure!” Sky smiled and turned to the twins who jumped to attention. “We’ll get you last. Derrick, Deacon?”

They looked at eachother. “Yyyyyeah, skip us too.”

“You got it! Abendigo?”

The blonde guy nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be skipping.”

“Cool beans,” sky gestured to the screen. “Back to Chance. Here’s the picture.”

How to describe…. How to describe…

Well… it’s a dorse.

Lemicus on DeviantArt describes a Dorse thusly:

“Dorse stands for "Dick/Horse". its a Hentai comic about a magical Chalice that holds a very interesting curse on warrior like women. Women who are unfortunate enough to find this item are given a Dick that grows to attention and rips through their under garments, and becomes erect in the open air. The cursed chalice entices the female to ejaculate into this cup causing a number of strange transformations. They're body shrinks down in a hunched over look as their bodies convert from the neck to hind legs into a horse. As they try to remain upright the chalice increases the transformation faster, making it incredibly hard to remain standing on two legs. Once the unbearable spine bending becomes too much they are **** on all fours. from hind legs to neck they a hairless horse, as they try to move their heads, their neck starts to grow into an erect, veiny penis shaft. The female head remains unharmed except for they're face regarding the mouth which stretches 2 feet from their face, making their tongue stick out. The unfortunate Female starts to feel a strange fog start to fill the brain causing forgetfulness to others and self, and focuses on one thing that seems to be the only reason to live: Pleasure.

Upon falling on all fours the back legs get very muscular, and the underbelly in most cases grows their male genitalia to horse proportions, but still remaining mostly human looking, also its always fully erect (like Viagra in an infinite never ending loop). Their Ass becomes constantly stimulated, because a heirloom transforms into a constantly vibrating butt plug that gets permanently lodged into their ass. Completing the irreversible transformation. (if cum gets on you, whether you're male or female, it will **** you to become like her. Men will transform into a female dorse. Highly contagious if it comes within contact of skin)“

So yeah, Dorse.

“Fuck.” Chance buried his face in his hands.

Gwen reached over and gave him a comforting pat. “It’s okay, everyone here knows what a Dorse is, woman hater.”

“Actually no.” He said . “I’ve noticed there’s a few people here who don’t.”

Everyone turned to Jacob. “Yeah I don’t know I guess I was following a different account.”

Laura nodded. “You had my family and friends account. But you should have been able to see all of this on my Patreon.

He cringed. “I never subscribed.”

“What?” She gasped.

“I’m not made of money.”

“Not like Chance, who asked for one of these done for ever female character in Naruto.” Sky said, sounding proud of him. “What got you so fixed of these heifers huh?”

He looked around the circle like a condemned man. All he could do was laugh nervously and throw his hands up. “I dunno!”

That amused sky. She placed her hands in her hips as if to say ‘you scamp!’ “That’s okay, let’s see what the board has in stall for you.”

I can’t be seen without my glasses! - Chance is a glasses 10 no-glasses 1. While he’ll have incredible appeal with his glasses on, without them… yikes! (The Smart One)

Diamond Hands - Hodl gang don’t let go. Chance can’t have any traits or rewards stolen from him by other effects. In addition this guy comes hella good a hand stuff. Jerking, fingering, he’s got magic fingers.

Mare - Chance’s body is changed to reflect what it would have been if he were born female. The first step on his road to corruption. (Dorse)

“What do you think?”

He looked faint. “Not Dorse, dear sweet god, not dorse, I’ll take either of the other, they both sound great.”

“Okie dokie, twins you’re up next.”

“I can’t wait to see this.” Deacon chuckled.

“It’s not that bad.” Derrick said glad for the cover Chance had thrown him.

“Let’s see!” Sky brought up the next image.

There was a picture of a clown girl riding a unicycle and juggling balls. The twist was of course that she had big clown feet for hands, which honestly makes the juggling that much more impressive.

“I like clowns! There, I said it.” Derrick smiled, that was a weight off his chest.

“I think it’s the feet that have us confused.” Matt sighed.

Derrick rolled his eyes. “That’s like the most common fetish.”

“Yeah, when they’re on the legs.”

Derrick beamed. “I guess I have vision then!”

“I get it.” Gwendolyn offered. Everyone was starting to suspect she got everything.

“Clowns, plus feet, plus twins, this is going to be a tight selection.” Sky looked at the board.

Jolly Cooperation - The Twins have their team work enhanced at the cost of their individual skills. They’ll find it much easier to do tasks, and come up with plans with their brother. (Allies)

Stiff Competition - The Twins become fiercely opposed to eachother. They will no longer be scored as a single competitor, rather their placement will be equal to the average of both their placements in the race. (Rivals)

Sister Act - The Twins will gain the bodies they would have had had they both been born female. (Clown Act)

Chance rubbed his chin. “For that second skill, would it rounding up or down?”

Sky looked confused. “Um…we round up, we are anll about giving you the most pleasure at Harem Hotel.”

Chance chuckled. “Well congrats.” He said nothing more, but this question shocked the room. There was someone who was taking this game seriously.

"What do ya'll think?" Sky asked the twins.

"The Allies one, obviously." Deacon sighed.

"The clown one!" Derrick spoke over his brother.

"Fuck me." Deacon sighed, and shook his head. "What happens if we can't agree?"

Sky smiled. "Oh don't worry cutie, you guys aren't choosing which one you're getting. You're just letting the audience know which you would prefer.

Horacio looked out into the crowd. "They'll choose?"

"Oh not them." Skylar blushed. "There's a whole mess of people in other universes watchin' the show as we speak."

"Oh..." Horacio nodded slowly, his brain was fizzling from the enormity of that statement.

"I guess it's my turn huh?" Abendigo gave a good natured laugh. "I guess the good news is that they can't do anything to me that they haven't already done."

"That's true." Sky gave him a warm smile. "Now you didn't commission any art from Laura, but plenty of people have hired her to change you in one way or another. And we're going to be picking from that theme in our show as well. Instead of giving options for the audience to choose from, we're going to have them suggest changes for you, and we'll pick whichever we like the most! Isn't that fun?"

Abendigo shrugged, more at ease with his fate than most. "Doesn't make a difference to me! I usually end up a horny moster by the end of the third panel anyway, so I'm sure I'll be happy with whatever I get."

"Great attitude." Sky beamed. “Those are our initial transformations, not too bad huh?”

Jacob crossed his arms, “ you mean besides alternating all our genders, changing my age, turning Matt into a rabbit, giving Lana an allergy to all fabrics but fur, erasing Gwynn’s education, and ruining a pair of brothers relationship?”

“Wow!” Sky smiled. “That was almost everyone’s name!”

“He forgot ours.” Derrick snickered to his brother.

Jacob sighed. “Derrick and Dean.”

“Oh, so close!”

Sky spoke up. “They’re not THAT bad. I once seen a lady split into two parts on here.” She waved wistfully like all of this was horse play. “Any who, Thems the breaks. Okay let’s take a little break, while I get a poll set up for the audience. In the mean time feel free to mingle , we got bbq back stage, and ice cold lemonade! Oh, and um, some clothes for you Lana!”

There was a collective sound of Rumbling guts. Dimensional travel tends to stir an appetite, and this was just the first step on their journey.