Mona Cummings, 20 year old NEET

Behind the Scenes

Forward Operating Base Stockholm

Dark Side of the Moon Orbiting Earth-8720130

Three Weeks Until The Prison Break Armageddon (Earth-8720130 time)

Tyalangan pulls out of her latest cast of Dream, visibly frustrated. She chugs another SP restoring potion. As beautiful as this place is, this glass dome keeping the vacuum of space from crushing them, the reason why they are here continues to elude her. The soon to be Host stares up into the void, taking a moment to rest. The sky here is so alien; it’s been so long since she has been under these stars that she barely recognizes the constellations. Granted, some of it is the lack of atmosphere and the different angles between the Moon and my old home on the Rio Grande, but still…

Mattie, Tyalangan’s sixth wife, is sitting at a computer. She is typing, not looking up. The astral elf dryly asks, “Sarge, I’m guessing we’re moving on to the next one on the list?”

Tyalangan groans, then replies, “Yup. What’s this set going to require, if the primary target agrees?”

“Most of the contestant targets should be reachable via the Dream spell. Blondie is ready to contact your special project, as per every batch. Teeth and I might need to jail break one of them. That’ll be fun. Better than just sitting around here.”

Tyalangan, rolling her eyes at Mattie’s continued quirk of bad nicknames, pulls up the next primary target on a tablet, scanning through the relevant details. As the sea elf has gone through this process, over and over again, the heroic qualities of the primary target has diminished, but the perversion has increased. This one is the least likely savior of the world yet, by a pretty wide margin. The soon to be Host contemplates, Maybe it would be better for the show? The perverts sometimes like to see one of their fellows elevated.

The Host settles in to cast Dream again. The joys of insisting that the participants of the show offer some sort of buy-in before the kidnappings commence. Maybe this one will be the final one? One can only hope.

Mona Cummings

The sun is shining on a bright January morning. The birds are singing, still being heard over the sounds of traffic and the space heaters in Mona’s apartment through the too thin windows. Mona yawns and stretches, finally getting up from her computer. She spent all night playing Magical Cuties Go Go, a heavily hentai influenced MMORPG. She’s nearly at the level cap for her tank alt character. Just a few more grinding sessions, and, with a quick character swap, she can play any role in a raid party.

She turns her phone off mute and glares at the notifications. Her parents are asking for her grades before they pay her rent again. She’ll need to fake another transcript sometime from the Canadian College of the Internet soon. The landlord sent another noise complaint from the downstairs neighbor. Mona’s subwoofer is needed to make sure she doesn’t miss the raid sound cues! Finally, her weekly grocery delivery is going to be a few hours late, due to road conditions.

The woman pads her way to the pantry to grab herself a cup of noodles before going to sleep. She fills the cup up to the line with water, then shoves it in the microwave. She stares at her reflection as she watches the container slowly spin. Pudgy face. Bags under her eyes from poor sleeping habits. Acne still on her face. Greasy, unkempt hair. Her chocolate brown eyes are bloodshot. She has really let herself go since she moved to Vancouver.

The microwave dings. Mona gets a set of chopsticks to stir the cheap noodles, then adds about half a sujeo worth of gochujang to go with the powdered bouillon stuff that comes with the cup. While Mona would prefer only using plastic cutlery (so she doesn’t have to wash anything), her parents sent her a few place settings of stainless steel Korean style chopsticks (with accompanying sujeos) and she’s expected to use them. The noodles, at least, are cheap, filling, and come with a disposable bowl. She tosses the chopsticks and sujeo into the sink, planning on washing them eventually.

Mona closes her blackout curtains. She sets an alarm for 5 PM, which gives her an hour to wake up, grab her groceries from the porch (maybe, if she’s lucky, getting a look at the neighbor’s massive cock), and eat another cup of noodles before her Cutie Clan starts to do raids. She flops into her bed, in the same ratty tank top and pajama pants she’s worn all week, and tries to get some sleep.

Mona (Dreamscape)

Mona is playing Magical Cuties Go Go in her palatial manor. Sexy catgirl maids have prepared her cup of noddles and her energy drinks, just as she likes them. They giggle when Mona checks that they aren’t wearing panties. Mona loves her life as a professional Magical Cuties Go Go player.

Her team is raiding Tentacle Goddess Cuddles and Mona is on her main, a DPS cutie that focuses on riding the line of the game’s corruption mechanic. Mona tries to position her character into the path of the tentacle attacks. The tentacle hopefully grabs her character, then starts to pump in and out of her character’s puss. When the corruption stat hits the right point, her character can activate her ultimate, which deals massive damage. Of course, too much corruption results in instant ****, so it’s a high risk/high reward playstyle. This build also requires a good healer raid player to keep Mona alive through the fight, but it’s super fun. Especially since it allows Mona to watch the sexy tentacle corruption animations.

The fight is progressing as expected. The healer cutie keeps Mona up and taking that tentacle up the cunt. Mona is trying to position herself to avoid the non-tentacle attacks. The tentacles kind of hold her in position, but she gets enough maneuverability to get just out of range of the other attacks. A second tentacle attack pops up, and Mona pushes herself to take that tentacle, too. Her character starts getting double teamed: a tentacle starts to plow her character’s mouth. HAWT!

Her ult is ready, and she fires it. I got the last hit! I got the last hit! Last hit gives the player an extra roll for loot. Mona checks the loot drops. I got the Tentacle Rod! The ultimate weapon for my build! Fuck yeah! Mona issues the move-loot command to get the rod. Only for her computer to shut down right before her character got there. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then, an Undine cosplayer from Neathstory crawls out of the computer, which is super weird. She pulls herself out of the screen face first. Unlike Undine, this cosplayer is a super hottie, even if she got a lot of the costume wrong. Her hair, braided like a sexy viking, is sea foam green and flowing. Skipping the eyepatch, her eyes are sky blue. Pointy elf ears. Her face is like a super model, with subtle make-up the highlight her best features.

Of course, Mona isn’t staring at her face for very long. The cosplayer’s cleavage is quite visible as she crawls forward. Royal blue coat with silver thread. Green vest with a silver shirt, unbuttoned to show off the cosplayer’s breasts. A sword on her hip. Green pants that look panted on, highlighting a bubblelicious ass. Damn. I wanna play with dat ass and dose titties.

The cosplayer performs a handstand, then rotates to sit on the desk in front of Mona. The cosplayer stares, waiting for Mona to say something.

Mona is happy to comply, “Hey, cutie, wanna fuck?”

The cosplayer laughs, a melodious tone that makes Mona’s nethers tingle. “No. No. I want to offer you a chance of a lifetime. You play the heroine on your silly game; I have a chance to let you play heroine in real life. Interested?”

Wait... What? Hotties always wanna fuck when they show up to my manor. “Uhhhh, I’m just a girl. How am I supposed to be a hero? Shouldn’t you be going for like some super soldier guy or something?”

The cosplayer giggles and shakes her head, “Oh, don’t worry about your lack of power right now. I have ways of empowering you. And, while it will be hard, for nothing worth doing is easy, you’ll have a lot of fun.”

“What do I have to do?”

“Simple. You’ll be the prize in a little game; all you have to do is be seduced. Contestants will be competing for your love and affection. As they compete, you’ll be able to get stronger. Then, at the end of the game, you come back here and save the world. You’ll be a heroine. What do you say?”

Wait? She’s promising me that I will get laid a bunch? “Is this some lame soldier training thing or do I get to be a magical girl, with the transformation and sexy costume and everything?”

“If you want the magical girl experience, that can be arranged.”

Fuck yeah! I’m going to be so hot!

The Broadcast

The camera zooms through the cobblestone streets, zipping by a town blending old world medieval charm with some modern touches. The streets have elves and beastkin living in harmony. Zooming through wall gates, the camera travels upwards, into the ritzier districts. Entering a castle, the camera banks into a hallway and enters a mini throne room, pink and purple tapestries hanging on the walls, a purple runner heading towards an ornate throne. The embroidery on the throne depicts a kinetic scene of sexy magical girls playing among rolling pink hills.

The only occupant of the room is not sitting on the throne but standing beside it. A certain bonny blonde bunny in her signature “suit of diamonds” themed inverse bunny sorceress outfit. She beams at the camera, giving it a little shimmy.

After a final wink, the bunny-girl speaks, “Ladies and miscellaneous! It’s that time again! Everyone’s favorite reality altering interdimensional smut show is back for another titillating season! I’m your assistant host, Tina, Titan of Trickery…”

The blonde bunny pauses for the pre-recorded stinger (Tina huskily purring, “Follow me on Insta-Thot for Hot… Tina… Action!”), then proceeds, “…and we have a great show for you! Brand new set, brand new (if still familiar) Host, brand new rule tweaks for our fresh faced cast of characters! I am sure that, by the time the season is done, we’ll have laughed and cried and jilled off repeatedly. So, let’s get this opening ceremony started! Introducing the Host of our season, the one and only Tyalangan, 48th Queen of the Copse-Wood Throne!”

Tyalangan teleports into the throne room with minimal fanfare. She dips Tina, then brings the bunny-girl up for a passionate kiss, with little lip nibbles and quite a bit of tongue. Tina giggles, then gives her sea elf wife a long, affectionate lick across her cheek.

Tyalangan, still holding on to her bonny bunny, addresses the main invisible camera, “Hello, perverts, and welcome to Harem Hotel: Woo the Girl, Save the World Edition. As my bunny-wife, Tina…”

The Insta-Thot advertising stringer interrupts. Rolling her eyes, Tyalangan sardonically notes, “Remember not to use my bonny bunny’s name during ceremony time.” Then, after half a beat, the sea elf continues, “As my assistant said, we have an excellent gimmick for our season. But, of course, what season gets started without first introducing the Mistress, the titular girl of Woo the Girl, Save the World? A season run by a hack, of course. So, dear viewer, let me introduce you to the newest member of our little Harem Hotel family, Mona Cummings!”

Mona

Don’t stare at dem badonkadonks. Don’t stare at dem badonkadonks. Don’t stare at dem badonkadonks. Oh, no, they are looking at me! Damn, that bunny girl has some rocking tits.

Mona has no clue where she is or how she got here. She definitely would’ve remembered if they made that bunny girl’s outfit legal; the bunny girl looks familiar, but Mona can’t quite figure out why. The other lady looks vaguely familiar, like something out of a dream? The girl, sitting on a throne almost out of a medieval castle picture book, decides to wait and see. She should be panicking; she knows this intellectually. Why am I not freaking out now?

The blue one speaks first, “Welcome, Mistress Mona, to Harem Hotel: Woo the Girl, Save the World! Throne comfy? The room to your liking? We aim to please, after all.”

Mona needs a moment for her mouth to catch up with her brain, but she manages to squeak out, “What am I doing here?”

“Oh, Mona, we talked about this already, Remember?”

A vision appears before Mona, of a dream she had. “That dream was REAL?!?!?!?!”

“Yup. That it was. Thank you for subconsciously volunteering. Over the course of the game, contestants of various degrees of loveliness will be competing for the top spot in your harem, Mona.”

The bunny adds, “And, when the game is done, you will all be returned to your world to stop a big baddie with cosmic consequences should you fail. So, you’ll get to live out your magical girl dreams soon enough!”

That dream was real? OMG, I am sooooo screwed.

The fishy elf girl then says, “Mona, I think it’s about time for you to introduce yourself to the audience. I’d prefer not to do the whole compelled speech thing, so age? Sexuality? Body measurements? Last time you got laid? Job? Things like that?”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait. Compelled speech? You can just **** me to answer those embarrassing questions? How?”

“Simple. Magic.”

Mona sighs, utterly exasperated by this strange turn of events. Why did my horny dream self agree to this? She starts to blurt out a rambling answer as she feels the compulsion to speak start to arise, “Hi! I’m Mona. I’m 20 years old and I live in Vancouver. I am a student at the Canadian College of the Internet…”

“Which is an imaginary institution Mona created to scam her parents into supporting her crippling video game addiction.” the blue one interjects.

“Wow. Way to put me on blast. I am a feminine preferring pansexual. 40F-46-42. And I am a virgin. Wait? How did I know my measurements?”

Mona waits for an answer, wanting to curl up and die from embarrassment.

“I was nice enough to plug that information into your head. And, before you ask how, the answer is magic. The answer will usually be magic.”

“Is this always going to be this frustrating?” Mona moans.

“Hopefully not. So, there is our Mistress. Let’s start to introduce the contestants. A history of Mona’s love life.”

Oh gawd, could this get anymore embarrassing?

The blue one smirks a little, “Now, now, Mona, I haven’t even announced the first contestant yet. And, yes, I can read your thoughts. Mona has been quick to fall in love, quick to ask someone out. In fact, she got engaged when she was 4 years old. The two lovebirds have since drifted apart, but they never officially called off the wedding. So, introducing the fiancée, Tegan Fletcher!”

As Mona hears the name, a sense of panic and dread overwhelms the supernatural calm that has kept her from feeling deathly afraid of the situation she finds herself in. No, not HER!