Mineko Date 1, Part 1: Plan! Plan! Plan! Plan!

Mineko

Mineko wandered the Hotel most of the day, looking for “fun” things to do with Owner-Mona. Gaia wanted to help, but was sent away pretty early after the meeting when the staff noticed how Mineko was just accepting Gaia’s suggestions as orders on what she should do. Mineko’s little cat-girl head spun from the smorgasbord of options. She felt paralyzed. So, she looked for the nearest authority figure to tell her what to pick.

Everyone declined to order her. They just asked questions instead. Every question, Mineko would respond with “Whatever Mona would like.” Every time, the answer she received was, essentially, “You should pick.” Mineko is frustrated. She remembered what the others suggested, but they all seemed too above her station. She wanted to have “fun” with Owner-Mona, but she also wanted to show how good of a maid slave she is.

So, slumped in a corner of the love seat in the Summer Room, tails twisted around in anxiety, Mineko frets. What do I do? There are sooooo many options. I don’t know what Owner-Mona wants me to like. She feels some gentle pets on her scalp, but does not seem to sink into bliss like she normally would. She looks up to see the Host-lady. She is doing something to stop my good kitty thoughts...

“Got me an answer yet, Mineko? It’s nearly time.” Host-lady asks.

“How do I make a decision?” the cat-girl asks, still curled up in a ball.

“Well, we can break it down. What’s the first thing you want to do?”

“Cook and clean and sexually service Owner-Mona!”

Host-lady makes a face, briefly, then asks, “Okay, what do you want to cook?”

“Whatever Owner-Mona would like.”

“Ah,” Host-lady exclaims, “but, what if Mona said she wanted your favorite thing. What would you pick?”

“Fish, fish, fish, fish!”

“Okay, cook fish. Then what? Would you like to read a book with Mona? Or go catch some bugs? Or get a massage?”

“Would Owner-Mona want to do any of those things?”

“With you, yes. She definitely wants to do things you like to do with you.”

“Then, whichever one Owner-Mona would like.”

“Again, what if Mona said she wanted to do your favorite thing. What would you pick?”

Mineko sits and thinks. Host-lady is nice! She’s helping! Soon, Mineko has an i-ten-er-air-y for her date with Owner-Mona. She needs to get dressed for it!

Tegan

The itchiness continues. If anything, it is getting worse. Tegan scratches in frustration at a little two-seater table, out of the way, in the canteen. She is NOT in the mood to put up with anyone, after that near fight she had with her fiancée.

That homewrecker walks in with Tessa and Gaia. The former gives Tegan a look of disdain, her now gigantic tits uncovered like a skank. Tegan is definitely not staring at them. Nope. Perfectly straight. Tessa just arches an eyebrow and sits at the big table. Gaia looks torn, but turns to drag Tegan towards the big table. The vicious vixen growls, but Gaia roars, “C’mon, Tegan, we need to be a sexy pride of lions, not a bunch of lone wolves. Sit with us!”

Ootah: +6 XP (Bare One’s Ogle-Worthy Boobs for other contestants [6 instances])

Tegan grumbles and scratches herself in frustration. She doesn’t move until the homewrecker taunts, “If Miss ‘Only-My-Unspoken-Feelings-About-Mona-Matters’ wants to sulk in private, let her.”

Tegan snarls as she sits, still scratching. The rest take their seats as they walk in, Jenny giving Tegan and the homewrecker a wary look and a wide berth. Tessa leans in to check in on the dryad.

Andromeda speaks up after dinner orders are made, “So, Jenny and I had a good afternoon in the garden and at the bunny bistro. What did everyone else do?”

The homewrecker brags about her axe skills and disgusting purchase, courtesy of Shar. Kevin brings up some implications of his Hotel research. Winter nips the obvious panic at the bud, replacing it with another, “Nope. No hidden clauses in transformations here. Queen Mama generally wants to be upfront. Not all the implications of a transformation will be spelled out, but you’re given enough to figure them out, if you hit the library.”

Tegan mumbles, “Bullshit.”

Kevin sounds willing to push back a little, “Are you sure, Winter? Tyalangan could have done something like that and we may not be able to tell...”

“Closest thing to hidden nonsense in the design doc were the room effects. Most of you were warned about them during the tour and, unlike most seasons, they require an audience purchase.”

Room effects? I forgot about that bit of perversion. Is that...

“Room effects?” Jenny squeaks, interrupting Tegan’s chain of thought.

“Were they a thing on your old season?” Kevin asks.

Jenny shakes her head no. Tessa offers the dryad a shoulder squeeze. Skye starts delivering dinner. Tegan scratches harder as she starts to eat. Jenny sips some water, stammering, “Would they tell us if someone buys us a room effect?”

“If you ask your room maid nicely, sure. But, I wouldn’t bother unless you notice something unexpected happening.”

Tegan’s eyes narrow. So, Shar is tormenting me more? I will get my revenge against her yet!

Mona

Mona is in a bit of a mood after dealing with Tegan. She had half a mind to tell the vicious vixen to call off the (eventual) wedding until she’s ready to be honest. But, dwelling on that now wouldn’t be fair to Mineko. I get to be my precious cat-girl maid’s first ever date! I need to be extra good for her tonight!

So, Mona uses the routine of date preparation as a way to calm down. The shower feels good, as per usual, after a good chunk of afternoon running through the woods, occasionally trying to shoot Mattie with a paintball gun. Sure, she never hit the astral elf, but she had a lot of fun.

She has made noticeable strides towards losing weight too. Her arms and legs have the faintest definition of muscle tone instead of just being fatty blobs. Her pudgy belly is less... pudgy. While she doesn’t have a scale in the bathroom (not that she thinks she could force herself to use it if she had), there is always checking the cost of the instant sexy body transformation. One phone summoning from her inventory later, and she finds it. Price is down to 2800 BP! I have lost 10 pounds of fat since the round started? Wow! I know the transformation helps a bunch, but I did that...

Mona rides that feeling of accomplishment as she finishes getting ready. She slips on a dress and does a cute cat’s eye makeup routine. Ophie gives Mona a nod of approval and they play some Mugen while they wait for Mineko. Ooo, looks like they added a couple new moves for Ora! She can break four and a half cinder blocks? Fancy!

Mona: Daily tasks complete! Follow Diet Plan (Before the Date) +10 BP

Mona: Daily tasks complete! Fully Prepare for Your Date +20 BP

Mona hears the knock on her door and uses Thaumaturgy to open it. A startled Mineko is on the other side. She is just in her collar and a cute pink frilly apron that barely covers her crotch. Mona stares at the nekomata’s cute tushie as she scrambles behind the Gaia statue, looking a little frazzled.

Mineko: +4 XP (Dress-Up in Fetishwear for Mistress, x4 bonus [first time both participants])

Mona rushes over to soothe her precious cat-girl. She scoops Mineko up into a hug, gently stroking her bare back. The cat-girl soon hugs back, nuzzling into Mona’s boobie and mewing. Mineko’s purrs, delivered straight into her ear, does funny things to Mona’s heart.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, Mineko. It’s just that magicking the door open is so much easier.”

“T-t-that’s okay, O-Mona. R-r-ready?”

Mona gives Mineko one final squeeze, then proceeds to let go. Mona beams, “Yes, ma’am! Lead the way!”

Mineko’s tails wiggle wildly, then she starts darting down the stairs. Mona follows along in a trot. Okay, Mona, time to have fun with Mineko! Just need to make sure I don’t spook her like that again!

Tessa

While most of the others head towards what might be a contentious delve, Jenny is being brave in a different way. She holds tight onto the loveseat armrest in the Media Room. Tessa offers a hand for the dryad to take, should she need it. To be honest, Tessa might need reassurance after the last time she watched Harem Hotel episodes.

Caoimhe has a station for taking notes ready at another loveseat. She looks to Bonnie, the Media Room staff member, and asks, “What is the least dramatic, stress inducing season on the Mona wedding list?”

Wedding?

“Well, if you want to be bored out of your skull, there is always Haunted Castle. That Shar lady only believes in drama when it’s on other seasons. Queen Mama even made a censored version, if you are such babies. Now, if you want to watch a real fun season, may I recommend Harem Hotel: Sorority Sleepaway Camp instead?”

“No thank you,” Caoimhe walks over to both of them on the couch. “You two sure about this?”

Jenny shakes her head, “Not really, but I need to try.”

Tessa risks a light pat on Jenny’s thigh, near the knee. “Don’t worry. We’re here for you.”

Caoimhe checks a tablet. “Looks like only a few censored scenes, most of which are dream sequences in Week 2? Considering that it took most of the afternoon to get through one week of the other season I watched, I doubt we’d even get there.”

Jenny nods, “I wouldn’t mind the censored version then? That’s not going to mess up your research, is it?”

“Shouldn’t. I can always go back and watch the uncut version if I need the context. I do appreciate the extra eyes. It helps to have someone to bounce ideas off of.” With that, Caoimhe returns to her little impromptu work area and starts the season. The screen lights up and they all begin to watch.

A mid twenty-something woman in a charcoal grey and wine red power suit sits behind a desk, visibly agitated. Tessa thinks that the woman is a workaholic, based on how the executive carries herself. Her spartan office is filled with awards instead of family photos. Her desk chair is designed for using a dozen hours straight. A tension is held in her jaw as an absolute slob comes in to hand something off. Weirdly enough, Tessa thinks the woman reminds her a bit of Francis, before the show stole him away; granted, the woman has much more career success than Francis ever did, but that sense she picks up of “personal life doesn’t matter” from the woman gives her that impression.

Or she can just be projecting what she wants to read into a first impression.

Tessa glances over to Jenny. The dryad looks confused; the terror is slowly seeping out of her, though. Okay, Jenny is not panicking. That’s good. She can handle this. And I will help her if she needs someone.

Mineko

Mineko is running through the amenities floor, looking for the special arrows Host-lady put up to remind the nekomata where she was told the first part of the date will occur. She missed them a couple of times, which resulted in her doubling back. Owner-Mona is keeping up.

As they get closer, the nekomata smells fish, which gets her stomach rumbling. She skids to a halt when the arrow finally points to inside a room. The cat-girl tries to sound out the words on the sign, “Sky-e-s Cook-ing S-ch-ool?”

“Oh?” Owner-Mona asks as she catches up, “Weird way to pronounce that. We’re doing a cooking lesson? That sounds like fun. You think I will get to wear the Chef Boyardee hat?”

“What is that, Ow-Mona?”

Owner-Mona talks as they walk into the cooking school. The hat is apparently shaped kind of like broccoli? Mineko does not really get it. The cooking school vaguely reminds her of her time at the Battle-Maid Academy: a series of small kitchen workstations facing a larger demonstration station for the Slave Trainer. There are differences, of course. No tables for the Academy staff to sit and eat at. No blood encrusted floggers hanging on the wall to punish every failure.

“Hello, Mineko and Mona. Come in, come in! I am so excited to teach both of you this evening,” the drow-lady greets. “And good for Mineko for dressing properly for the occasion! Mona, if you will get decently nude and put on a safety cooking apron, we can begin!”

“Ah, what?” Mona asks.

“O-Mona is just supposed to watch me cook for her,” Mineko squeaks in protest.

“Now, Mineko, this part of your date is all about learning about each other by cooking a meal together. It is quite sweet. My wife often cooks dinner for me during our date nights, but she sometimes lets me help. I enjoy spending time with her in the kitchen. It is a good bonding experience. So, chop-chop, Mona!”

Mineko would have objected further, but her mistress is undressing for the lesson. The nekomata drools at the sight of her owner displaying herself. Her tails thrash behind her in excitement. Mona stand there naked soon enough, hands on her hips, and asks, “Do I at least get a cool hat?”

The drow-lady hands Mona an apron, sighing, “I will see about a safety chef’s hat. For now, put this on so we can begin.”

Mona slips on the apron, tying the waist straps over her bare hips. It covers up her front reasonably well, but ample side boob is visible as is all of Mona’s backside. Owner-Mona dressing like a kitchen slave to spend time with me? Mineko purrs, but doesn’t realize why.

Mineko: +8 XP (Mistress Dresses-Up in Fetishwear, x4 bonus [first time both participants])

Skye digs out a couple of toque chef hats. She hands the taller one to Mona, then asks, “Would you like a safety hat, too, Mineko?”

“You would let me wear one? Hats aren’t for...”

The drow-lady places the hat on Mineko’s head without another word. It even has a couple of slits to let her ears stick out properly. Mineko starts to tear up a little bit. I get to wear one? But...

Mona squishes Mineko’s face into her apron-covered cleavage. “Awwww, Mineko, you look so cute!”

Mineko’s world shrinks down to the feel of her face against Mona and the rumbling of her purrs. Gooooood kitty...