Lost in the Shuffle

All of you lay there, your chests heaving with your orgasms. Each a picture of a vastly different reality. Sephora looks satisfied, like the whole world just fell in her lap, a simple sort of happiness. Rebecca soon sits up, her smile returning as she looks at you, your cock still stained with the juices of your new lover. If she was jealous, she didn't show it.

Erica has gone from merely hiding the fact that she tried to play with her breasts to help her own orgasm, to a posture of closed shame. But her collar glows with submission, as does Sephora's and Rebecca's with humiliation and love. The only one immune is Olivia, but considering her position, trying to shut out the world, that only makes sense.

As your breaths settle, as your bodies grow to relax, you wonder what next, only to be met by a beep. The ritual is over for the morning, but there are still some announcements to make. As the majority of you now have collars, we will begin to host activities. Not all bound subjects will take place in every activity. Non-bound subjects will not be able to take part in activities normally. The first activity will begin in 10 minutes and will be attended by Rebecca, Sephora, and Olivia in the gym. If you are late, punishment will be applied. We hope you can contribute to the house.

And with that, the phone goes silent. You know what you want to do. You stand up, walking over to Rebecca. As you do, you can't help but feel a slight feeling of euphoria, as the pain that had lingered in your balls seems to have fully abated. You had filled your roommate with all of that cum after all. But as you walk toward Rebecca, on her knees, with her legs spread, you don't even think of your past conquest, your attention fully on her.

"I'm sorr..." "So, how was she?" The two of you try to talk at once, only to stumble into awkward silence. She is the one who continues first, continuing in a whisper. "It's ok. She wanted it, I wanted it. I... I'm ok with polyamory. I actually find it pretty hot. So there's nothing to apologize for. If anything, I should apologize to you."

You'd heard of polyamory before, but you'd never really considered it. Looking back on your history, you were lucky to have one girlfriend at a time. But still, as the shock wears off at the words, you ask, "What do you have to apologize for?"

She looks down, blushing. "Oh, well, you know, I didn't want you to think that I was a slut, so I didn't bring up how I find other women hot sometimes. How I found Sephora hot. So if Sephora is joining our relationship, I don't really mind. In fact, I'm actually really excited."

You don't know what to think of all of this. You certainly didn't expect it to go this well, that the one with the hangup would be you. "Oh, well, I don't think you need to apologize for that. I mean, I guess if you're into it, then it's not really a problem. It might take some getting used to..." You are surprised by the feelings of breasts on your back, as Sephora hugs you from behind.

"What are the two of you talking about? Is it little old me? I didn't mean to play homewrecker, but I sort of needed to get some, if you know what I mean." She plays it off as a joke, but there is a tension, an acknowledgement that this isn't how she saw this playing out either only a few days ago. Rebecca shakes her head, looking fully at Sephora, her face a picture of happiness, "It's fine, I don't mind sharing. Especially if you're willing to share yourself." Sephora looks surprised, before laughing. "Well, I didn't know you were quite that kinky there, Becs. Man, I should've invited you to a few things. That one orgy at the very least..." "Oh, well they were mostly just fantasies. And you know how Rex is, I think if you'd invited him, he'd have had an aneurysm. Though I can imagine that would've been really hot." "Eh, you'd be surprised just how complicated this stuff gets, how a couple people want your number, but then never call..."

The two talk, slowly growing used to the new dynamic. You are between the two, Sephora's breasts still rubbing against your back, Rebecca still in front of you kneeling in the present posture. As they talk, you can't help but feel like things are going smoothly, too smoothly. Your mind tries to figure out how the app will fuck you over next.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but don't the two of you have to go to the gym?" You know the phone gave them 10 minutes, but was that 10 minutes to get there or 10 minutes to begin their journey? After the smack to their thighs earlier, you thought that there was no reason to cause pain unnecessarily. And that was even assuming that the crop was the punishment they'd be given. Would you have to impose such punishment at night?

"Oh yeah, you're right. We should really head over there. Who knows, maybe it might even be fun, lord only knows I was getting bored." Rebecca laughs as Sephora leaves your back and offers her hand to help her stand up. Only for Rebecca to wave it off as she has to crawl to the stairs, prompting a laugh from Sephora. You had sort of expected a slapfight, but now as the two stand there, you can see Rebecca looking at Sephora's body, not with jealousy, but with lust. The two walk, almost intimate now in their body language, like sharing your dick was the first step in a beautiful new relationship.

You look around. Erica stares at you wearily, but quickly looks away when you catch her staring. And Olivia remains in the position she was in before, not having moved. You could leave her there, let the app do whatever it was going to do. It'd serve her right, right? You sigh. You look at Erica, then point to Olivia, then to the retreating pair of girls who climb the stairs. Erica catches your meaning, standing up.

She shakes Olivia's shoulder, which breaks her from her isolation. A few mumbled whispers from Erica, then a few angry hisses from Olivia, only for a few more mumbled whimpering whispers from Erica, but soon, Olivia stands. She wastes no time in throwing you an absolutely scathing look, like you just murdered her pet rabbit and ate it in front of her, only to begin moving toward the stairs, giving you a wide arc, making sure the mark on her ass is never visible to you.

You look at Erica as Olivia leaves the room. What now, for the two of you? She looks like she wants to say something, but as she turns away from you, you can't help but want to give her some privacy. Her timidness only inspires a desire to give her space, to not push her. It was really sort of shocking just how your relationship had changed. From active antagonism to this almost deferential silence. And that's not even thinking about the fact that she had been one of the orgasms that had flooded this room.

So without really thinking about it, you climb up the stairs. Olivia seems to quicken her pace as she hears you a floor behind her. You intend to move upstairs to watch the gym, to make sure there is no foolishness with the Body Workout you'd chosen this morning, because that's probably what the first activity was right? There was that, the rest period and one more. Maybe the roleplaying or mantra meditation would be fitting for the gym as well?

It takes you longer than you expect, as the stairs seem to have gotten longer. You also cross another door built into the wall where there was none before, but you don't check it out quite yet. Once you reach the top of the stairs, you are met by a solid obsidian wall.

Activity (Training) in Progress: Body Workout

Access is Denied, Presence of the Master is Not Selected

Secondary Perspective in ****

Like when Erica had gone through the cow training, along the bottom are the various drawn representations of Olivia, Rebecca, and Sephora, this time going through an expression of happy, sighing, and a flushed face. Well, that leaves a whole lot to your overly active imagination.

Your hand rests against the smooth volcanic glass, and you can sort of hear the girls through it. They seem to be talking. You guess that it's a good sign that there is not immediate screaming. You sigh, before heading downstairs.

You open the door you had passed, thinking now was a good time to explore. The new room seemed to be a dining room, a long table with 3 chairs and a pad underneath the table. You can only hope you don't understand where that is going and actively move forward as your mind starts to paint the picture in it's amazing vivid detail, as you continue forward, seeing a black mist door. You don't cross the threshold of that room, but you look in, seeing a kitchen. Erica had been assigned to make the meals from now on...

You don't enter the room. The black mist had changed your clothes for the gym. You didn't see the point in going in to explore the kitchen further. It looked like a kitchen, although there was some odd indent on the counter.

Walking back out, the next door on your way down is the one to the apartment. The door is locked. Fuck, well the girls probably teleported to the bedroom last night. You could break down the door. Maybe you would later. But would that give away your strength? No, people broke down doors all the time. Still, that was a decision to make together. If you broke down the door the second you could, maybe it would only justify their fears that you were turning into some hulking barbarian with a big swinging dick and a rapacious libido. Though maybe, they're not far off.

You decide to leave it, only to go downstairs. It was the bedroom, the master bedroom is they called it. You could wait here certainly. But then you hear something.

"...Rex..."

You strain to hear the sound, just barely audible. Then a chill goes down your spine as you hear another word barely.

"...help..."

(Hey, I know this is out of character for me, but I'd like to take this time to thank you guys for reading. I'm also writing another branch on a story, Harem Hotel, and I'd appreciate it if you could check it out and vote in the chapter to determine transformations. I have literally no idea where that story is going, so it's a nice change of pace, it helps break me from the ruts I get into while writing. That and you can actually vote! Spiral has a predetermined path, so I can't really do that here, but I will over there. And yes, my branch is very much of my style, which I guess some people dig sometimes, and sometimes don't. Anyways, thanks for reading, hope to see a few more votes over there. Bye.)