Kind of a Beach Episode.

Tina

“Ladies and future lady, we have much mischief to cause this merry night. For we stared into the abyss that is the soulless beige eyes of evil and we have survived! Thrived, maybe? We definitely gotten closer. Had a lot of laughs. Had many, many mind blowing orgasms. And now we burn away her evil visage as a celebration of our achievements. Whoo!”

Tina summons up the power of Prestidigitation to make a small flame on her finger. Poking into the vodka-soaked Beckie T-shirt from Daphne’s tote bag, the accelerator starts the driftwood fire the team assembled, using the remaining banner and most of the challenge costumes as kindling. She then looks at the assembled harem and smiles. Just about everyone dressed for an evening at the beach. Dinah slipped on her swimsuit from the opening ceremony, with a sarong tied around her waist. Scarlet has a sweater and a denim skirt over her swimsuit. Daphne, the dork, borrowed a nerdy T-shirt a couple of sizes too big for her from Francis with some goofy wizard yelling “Fireball! Always Fireball!” on it; Tina can tell she is wearing nothing else and, frankly, looks like she hasn’t adjusted to wearing clothes yet. Josie has a top she borrowed from Scarlet, a thong swimsuit bottom, and her collar on (why she wants to wear it, I don’t get). Of course, Francis is naked for Skye’s sake, looking way more uncomfortable about it than he did this morning. Skye has on some cool shades and a smile.

Hopefully this next bit goes okay.

Skye does her part easily enough, “Francis, my future lady love, can you help me cook? We can have that talk, if you’re ready for it.”

He gives a nod and the two of them head into the dark, out of eye- (and, hopefully, ear-) shot.

Tina takes a seat by Daphne. Dinah opens up this little polycule meeting, “So, Daphne, we need to talk.”

“Of course, Dr. Hornblower. I want to do everything in my power to ensure we all succeed. Whatever you need me to do to prove my devotion to our harem sisterhood, I’m willing to do.”

“Ok,” Josie exclaims, getting up, “With that, Daphne has convinced me she is just too weird not to fit in. We’re cool. I’m gonna help the old man with dinner.” The wolf-girl walks away.

“Daphne, I was ready to forgive you before the whole ‘you being presented to Francis half-dead as a new member of his harem’ thing happened,” Scarlet notes, “I want you to know that you aren’t in trouble. And you can call her Dinah.”

Dinah rolls her eyes, “After what she did...”

“You don’t know the whole story.”

“Yeah,” Tina adds, “The sex dungeon was fun.”

Dinah glares at Tina, “I am willing to give her a chance. If I truly thought she would be bad for team unity, I’d pounce on her and have her milk me.” Dinah shivers, then continues, “But, we need to know. Daphne, what are your feelings towards Francis?”

The mermaid slumps her shoulders, “It’s... complicated. And it’s gotten more complicated since this morning.”

Tina puts a hand on Daphne’s knee and gives it a squeeze. “I think we all have complicated feelings about this. Dinah’s just being Team Mom, trying to protect all of us. We’re buds, right? You explain what you can and we’ll be there to help.”

“So, before they made me human with these weird legs, I had two sharks nipping at each other in my head. Shark One is a feeling of pure... hunger. Master is the only source we have to grow babies here and I just can’t stop wanting to feed off of him. Shark Two is harder for me to explain. It’s like I have a bunch of live minnows swimming in my tummy whenever I am around him, I guess? He makes me feel important. Like I matter. Sorry; my kind isn’t great with feelings. I’ll work on it.”

Scarlet scoots to the opposite side of Daphne and gives her a side-hug, “You’re doing fine. Even if I can’t get my brain back from that fucking student loan transformation, I’ll help however I can. So, 1 part hunger, 1 part love. Anything else?” Dinah feels some concern, especially at the face Daphne made at the mention of love. Maybe it’s not a concept for them? That’s sad.

Daphne breathes in deeply, then continues, “Then being made human threw a tiger and an aardvark into the mix. Aardvarks are scary, right? I don’t know land animals as well as I probably should. Anyways, the tiger is revulsion, I guess? When I’m a mermaid, I see him physically like one of those corn dog thingies you made me eat for lunch, you know, as a food source; now on land, I guess I also see him physically like one of those corn dog thingies ‘cause it was gross. How can you eat those things? The aardvark is vulnerability. I feel so helpless like this. I can’t move around on my own right now, not really. At least as a mermaid, I had the tail musculature to thrust myself around on land when I absolutely needed to. And my jerk sisters cut off my access to the water tubes we would use to really get around. He makes me feel safe in his arms. Just wish he wasn’t so icky. But, in the water, the tiger and aardvark drown and I’m left with the 2 sharks nipping at each other. I think that explains everything going on in my head about Master.”

“You can call him Francis, you know,” Dinah sardonically notes.

“I know. Until he’s ready to give me a better title for him, I choose to call him Master. Really wish Shark Two eats the other animals in my head. And maybe the minnows in my tummy.”

Tina declares, “Well, Dinah, I think Daphne here is now a junior member of our polycule in good standing. Hey, Daph, wanna go swim in the ocean a bit? Help clear your head before dinner? No corn dogs tonight.”

She smiles, showing off her super scary teeth, and nods. It takes a bit of doing, but Scarlet and Tina help carry Daphne to the water’s edge. Daphne happily takes off her T-shirt and drags herself into the surf. Just to slide on top of it.

Indigo

“Konnichi-rawr, Firestarters. It’s the ultimate sexpot of the Monstergirl Menagerie here, Inferno Vixen!”

Indigo is certainly feels super smexy. Her new floofy tail (so soft!) wags as she shimmies. Irene is moderating chat. Man, chat is so mean here. And I somehow lost subscribers yesterday? It’s almost as if they WANT me to submit to the veijito. Ugh.

But Indigo is a professional pervert. She puts on her biggest, smexiest smile.

“So, tonight, I figure we can watch a movie together. Man, the hotel has sooo many smexy movies, it took me a while to pick one. I’ve settled on ‘Bikini Jones and the Temple of Eros’. It’s got bad CGI dinosaurs, so you know it’s gonna be fun to watch. Now, normally, I have to tell you to time starting your version of the movie because of dumb copyright laws, but Harem Hotel apparently doesn’t care. So I can just stream the movie and speak over it! So convenient. Anyways, go get your toys, chat. We can chat while Irene gets everything set up. How’s it going, Irene?”

The pokeyfish mermaid speaks up, “I’m doing okay, Infi. Um, are you sure you wanna chat with... chat?”

“Por supuesto, Irene. They are my fans. I’m happy to interact with them.”

“Oh, you actually got a preemo chat.”

Indigo scans chat, professionally ignoring all the hate, until she finds the preemo chat. Her first one streaming on this platform.

‘xXx9FootFoxCockxXx: Konnichi-rawr, Infi. Read this out loud: Oh Fox-sama, please shove your 9 foot cock up my virgin lesbo asshole. I wanna taste my guts as you shove your cockhead out of my mouth!’

Indigo: +1 BP

Eww.

Now, Indigo does recognize the handle. Nine (she doesn’t refer to Nine with the whole handle, for obvious reasons) was one of her elusive pay whales. He(?) rarely watched her live-streams, but, whenever he did, he’d always drop a preemo chat for several hundred dollars. Usually, he’d just say ‘Konnichi-rawr’. He’s never been so gross.

“Um, hi Nine. How’s it going? Thanks for the BP.”

It takes a beat for Nine to respond. Delays in chat and all. She finds his answer.

‘xXx9FootFoxCockxXx: Was 1 BP not enough for you, Infi? Perhaps this will get your attention. You know what to do if you want me to fix it.’

Indigo’s phone notification goes off. Her phone glitches, displaying a large fox penis? After the glitch disappears, she can read the notification message.

Indigo: -6969 VP (Made xXx9FootFoxCockxXx Very Angry)

Indigo goes bug-eyed. The fuck? That puts me impossibly behind!

Nine sends another chat. ‘xXx9FootFoxCockxXx: Say it. My offer to restore your VP goes away once I get bored and leave.’

Carajo, the fox-girl thinks, then gives in, hamming up the line as much as she possibly can, “Oh Fox-sama, please shove your 9 foot cock up my virgin lesbo asshole. I wanna taste my guts as you shove your cockhead out of my mouth!” She even gives him the ahegao face any good perversion connoisseur would expect from such a filthy line.

Chat, for the first time on this service, goes crazy. Once it slows down, Nine sends a final message. ‘xXx9FootFoxCockxXx: Good girl. Rewarding you now. Ahi nos vemos.’

Indigo’s phone glitches again. Same gross fox penis. The glitch again resolves itself, displaying another notification.

Indigo: +6970 VP (Good Girl *Pats Head*)

Despite her professionalism, Indigo shudders. That was scary. But, hey, I was right. There ARE ways to earn VP streaming.

Skye

Wow. This island is so pretty.

With only minimal lighting from a charcoal grill, Skye is enjoying her new eyesight for the first time. She can see so far in the dark with such detail. She’s a little distracted and...

Francis grabs her knife, “Careful. Focus.” She looks down to see her fingers in the way of her blade. The dark hides her blush.

He checks the butterflied chickens and gives them a flip using 2 tongs. “So, how badly did I mess up this morning?”

He still feels like he failed. How can I convince him, my Lady? Skye hums a quick prayer, feeling her loins catch fire briefly. Just like during Evensong. Kind of glad he got distracted by helping get food for the party that he didn’t make it down in time. Noticing he’s about to speak again, she answers, “You saved me, Francis. You gave my goddess back to me. I feel more connected to her than ever before. And now I’m about average height for my species. I feel like I failed you, more than anything.” Skye goes back to cutting onions in half to toss on the grill.

“You didn’t...”

“I read the transformation I gave you.”

“Oh. It wasn’t the... worst one I got today. In fact, by the time this show is over, I bet we are all happy about it. No worries. Anything else I can do for you?”

Before Skye has a chance to assure him that she is fine, Josie walks up, leash in hand, “Take me for walksies?”

“Francis, I got this. Flip the chickens every 5 minutes, right?” At Skye’s question, Francis nods. Skye asks one final question as the two gym buddies walk towards the beach, “Hey, what color are my eyes now? I haven’t had a chance to check yet.”

“A very pretty shade of violet.”

Josie

Josie and Francis walks along the beach in silence. The unfamiliar waxing quarter moon, with it’s alien craters, illuminate the beach. Francis begrudgingly holds the handle of the leash, but he’s humoring her. He’s waiting for her to start.

“I don’t want you to upgrade my hair trigger abs,” she bluntly states.

“Was that what you wanted to say when you scooped me up this afternoon?”

“I almost asked you to join me in the shower.”

“Huh.”

That’s all he got to say? Huh? Josie thinks.

Before she gets a chance to really dig into him, he starts up a different topic. “Hey, Josie, are you feeling okay? You’ve done a couple of things that just aren’t you today, one of which is this,” he says, holding up the leash handle, “and another is this,” pointing at her collar, “and, the coup de grace, these.” pointing at her ears.

“Hey, I kicked your ass in the gym today, too. Or are you claiming that’s normal, old man.”

He chuckles. “It happened often enough for it to be normal, whipper-snapper. I guess how you utterly embarrassed me isn’t you, if you insist.”

“Call me impulsive, but I made my decision. If this all works out the way we want, you are going to have 7 women, some extremely horny, all bound to you in some crazy sex way. You think I’m bad? You need to see Tina when she gets randy. You need us to be able to take care of each other’s needs at least some of the time. And playing with her ears just... did something for me. Wanted that for myself, almost as much as I want to be able to bench press a car. I’m so gonna rock your world once you got a cunt for me to munch on.”

Francis stops.

“I shoved a foot up my mouth again, huh?”

“It’s fine. Painful thought popped up. Best not to dwell on it. Hey, Josie, if you really want to lean on the walksies thing, shouldn’t you be on all fours and walking in front of me?”

“You just want to check out my ass, old man?”

Francis waits a bit too long, but sheepishly answers, “Yes.”

Josie bends down on hands and knees, wiggling her tail and laughing. She knows that the thong she wears leaves little to the imagination. She gives one of her bare cheeks a good smack, then starts to crawl forward as fast as she can in the sand. He struggles to keep up. Her collar chokes her a couple of times. But both of them are having a good time with this ridiculous role play. Yup. Tina definitely turned him into a furry.