Party 1, Part 4: Then You Take The Pizza And You Bake It, You Bake It

Ootah

So, this season is doing the statue thing? Mona didn’t looked like she enjoyed earning the only one she got so far. Craig, you fuckin’ bastard...

Ootah is before the Mistress Suite, once again taking the rearguard. Mona and Andromeda are both chatting up front, with Mineko stalking behind them.

“Careful about the tentacle statues when we’re inside?” Mona exclaims as she slightly struggles to open the door.

Tentacle statues?

The nekomata pulls out cleaning supplies as soon as she enters the Suite, noting, “Oh, this place is majestic enough for O-own-Mona.”

“Mineko, please, relax. You don’t need to clean. Come on!”

The cat-girl plops her supplies back in her inventory and crawls over to Mona. The purrs are very cute as she gets head pats. “So,” Mona asks, less suggestively than Ootah would expect, “I am not quite ready for bed. Any ideas?”

“I have a few, if you wish to amuse me,” Andromeda offers, “We could watch that challenge we played through in the arcade; it might help us find some clues about our endgame foe. Also, Winter mentioned a curious fact about Skye; she apparently planned most of her wedding?”

Ootah keeps the question about the endgame in mind for later, instead focusing on the more immediate one, “Which one?”

While the cat continues to, well, be a cat, the other two look at Ootah. The orc sheepishly rubs the back of her neck, “Aunt Skye technically had two weddings. One on the show to Aunt Tyalangan, one after the show to rededicate to Aunt Tyalangan and also marry Aunt Aelenetheria.”

Mona blinks, eye twitching a little. Mineko purrs at the Mistress’s feet. Andromeda asks, “Just how complicated is their harem relationship?”

“Complicated enough that I would need a whiteboard and some color coded dry erase markers.”

Mona finally stammers, “How many weddings did Tyalangan have?”

“Seven, I think? All of them happened before my mother was born, so I would have to double check...”

It’s like that part of the harem concept hit Mona all at once. The girl looks like she is about to panic, stammering, “I’m going to be married to a whole bunch of you at some point, aren’t I?”

Ootah shrugs, “I mean, you don’t have to marry all of us. Tyalangan still hasn’t married four of her harem ‘companions,’ if you get my drift.”

Mona looks like she can breathe with that. “Okay. No wedding watching tonight. Something light and fun, maybe?”

Ootah strains to remember what has happened on seasons recently. She doesn’t watch the show that much. “Ahh, Pompadour’s crew just finished a mini-challenge to avoid being attacked by sharks? Reynolds’ crew are in the middle of a maze challenge, but it’s surprisingly harrowing. Hmm... Ward’s season is too dark. Black’s season is about to start an orgy date, but that seems to not be worth checking out until the orgy is really going. Cooper’s in probable last week date mode, but those are generally more poignant than ‘fun.’ Ahh, Van and Cassie went on a date to Hibachi Dino?”

Andromeda arches an eyebrow, “Hibachi Dino?”

“A dinosaur themed hibachi restaurant?”

“Okay! That sounds great! Cute boy going to a cute themed restaurant to impress a girl is exactly what the doctor ordered! Snuggles while we watch?” Mona tries to pull Mineko onto the couch; Ootah is actually able to lift her, armor and all, and place the nekomata between the two of them. Andromeda leans in on the other side of the Mistress and Mona warms up the projector screen to start the episode.

What do you know? He IS pretty cute.

Gaia

“Hey, Tegan, are you okay in there?”

Gaia is admittedly concerned for her fox friend, as she has been all day, when the quest and Mineko helping wasn’t distracting her. She’s barely played with her new boobs. Summer is wiping up the milk she squeezed out onto the floor. Gaia apologized and offered the elf to drink some of her milk, which the drow declined. Maybe my milk isn’t vegan? Wait... I should listen for Tegan.

Tegan walks out of the bathroom, looking smaller in the chest and squeezing her thighs together. She’s now just a hair larger than Gaia in the chest department. The kitty-girl shirt she bought almost looks like a sleep shirt now. The vicious vixen stalks towards her wardrobe, then pouts, “None of my tops are going to fit, are they?”

“I mean, I haven’t tried my prison jumpsuits, but probably not. They said the clothes adjustment was a one-time thing. The three of us could go clothes shopping tomorrow, if you like? You know, you, me, and Mineko. She needs clothes too.”

“Why does the cat need clothes?”

Gaia opens up the kitty-girl’s wardrobe and displays the bondage gear that is the rest of Mineko’s “clothes.” Tegan blinks a few times, processing, then says, “Oh... I guess she does need clothes...”

Gaia removes her clothes then starts to crawl into bed. Tegan sighs and gets to bed with her, trying her best to curl up without looking at the kangaroo-girl. Up close, Gaia can smell her arousal. Gaia strokes Tegan’s soft floofy fox-tail, asking, “So, why’d your boobies get smaller?”

“Because I broke down and used my magic in the shower. Cast Speak with Animals, wrap myself in a towel to turn off the magic, repeat until I got down to 1 SP. And I’m going to keep doing it for a while, every morning. The blue freak may have **** these curses on me, but I’m not giving the audience the giant fucking cow tits they desire ‘cause fuck them. Mona matters, but they don’t. Now, please stop playing with my tail. The consequences of staying at 1 SP is getting to me.”

Consequences? Gaia has been feeling a little horny for most of the afternoon, but that’s kind of her normal. “Anything I can do to help?”

“No,” Tegan snarls, squeezing her thighs tighter, “Did you not read your fucking character sheet perversion yet? We are probably in the same boat.”

Gaia pulls out her phone and reads her druid sheet thingy out loud, eventually getting to what Tegan was hinting at, “‘As she – that’s me! – spends spell points, her primal desire to mate will increase. If all of her spell points are spent, she will immediately fall into a state of animal heat upon the resolution of the spell. Gaia will be unable to regain spell points until she is bred.’ So, you really want to have sex right now? I can...”

“You are NOT my mate. Mona is.”

Gaia feels a little hurt, but holds it in. She knows how prickly her fox friend is. She resists stroking the soft tail and stares into the mirror in the canopy. She likes her new boobs; they look nice under the invisible sheets. The angry archer’s breathing slows, her body slackens. Gaia relaxes too. Soon, both of them are asleep.

Mona

Mona is typing some requests to Tyalangan on her phone as Andromeda and Ootah get ready for bed. Mineko was quite affectionate, once she decided that she was allowed on the furniture. The cat-girl is nuzzling into Mona’s breast.

The message gets a reply, “Fine. Your requested merch will be delivered in the morning. Verena may appreciate the cross-promotion anyways.”

“Thnx! K ZZZZs”

“Night, you weirdo.”

Mineko sleepily speaking into Mona’s breast directs her attention to her cat-girl maid. “Owner-Mona, Mineko is sleepy. Where are you chaining me for the night?”

Mona strokes her cat-girl, “No chains. You get to sleep in a bed, from now on. And just call me Mona. Do you have comfy clothes to sleep in?”

“Clothes... to sleep in?”

Andromeda comes out in a pair of sleep shorts and a baggy T-shirt. Ootah is laughing loudly. The arcanist android sits beside Mona and states, perfectly deadpan, “Apparently, pajamas are only worn by children in orc culture.”

A nude Ootah walks into the living room, her semi-hard futacock halfway to her knee. Mona is staring at it and it grows a little larger and stiffer. She saunters over to the other side of Mineko, chuckling, “Actually, for most cultures here. Platypals are nevernudes, but otherwise... Does Mistress wish to get dressed for bed, too?”

Ootah: +4 XP (Full Frontal Nudity for Mistress)

Ootah: +4 XP (Full Frontal Nudity for Another Contestant [Andromeda, Mineko])

Hawt! Boobs and sexy abs and big dick! Mona’s brain goes on a vacation. “Aaaaaaahhhhhhh...”

Mineko paws at Mona’s T-shirt, “Mona need to get ready for bed.”

Andromeda pulls Mona out from Mineko’s cuddles. The nekomata pouts, then crawls off the couch and kneels on the floor. The arcanist android pulls Mona into the bathroom, saying, “You don’t have to give in to peer pressure, Mona.”

Mona starts brushing her teeth. She tries talking anyways, “I oh. I anna be ool anyays. An me bein aed is orh oins.”

Andromeda says, “What? Try that again please.” Then she brushes her teeth.

Mona spits and notes, “I know. I want to be cool anyways. And me being naked is worth points.”

“Come to bed, Mistress,” Ootah teases, “your kitty and I are lonely.”

Mona scrambles out of her clothes. Andromeda sighs and does the same. The two see Ootah calmly petting Mineko, who is naked save her collar. The small cavalcade of point notifications fire off.

Andromeda: +4 XP (Full Frontal Nudity for Another Contestant [Mineko, Ootah])

Mineko: +4 XP (Full Frontal Nudity for Another Contestant [Andromeda, Ootah])

Mineko: +4 XP (Full Frontal Nudity for Mistress)

Mona happily squeezes herself between the orc and the nekomata. She rests her head on Ootah’s breast and squeezes the big orc futacock between her thighs. Mineko snuggles into Mona’s breast and the Mistress wraps her cat-girl maid in with a spooning hug. Mineko also squeezes Ootah between her thighs, grinding into the top of her shaft.

Ootah: +1 XP (Spoon the Mistress)

Andromeda is a bit more hesitant, but she finds her spot in the bed, not quite in cuddle range. The big orc yawns, “Everyone cozy?”

Mona happily murmurs, already half asleep. You know, sleeping naked between a cute cat-girl and a sexy orc is surprisingly comfy.

Winter

Winter removes the little black dress as soon as the drow has entered the Winter Room. Winter feels Kevin’s eyes upon the rogue’s body; the sensation of growing stiff and erect at the thought of the sexy bull enjoying the view sends shivers down Winter’s spine.

“Are you up to doing anything tonight, my sexy bull?” Winter asks, looking over a shoulder with a smoldering glance.

Kevin, still standing in the doorframe with the cutest look of confusion on his face, sighs, “It has been a long day, Winter.”

“Cuddles in bed is fine,” Winter concedes, “Couples’ shower first, or are we saving that for the morning?”

“In the morning, I think.”

Winter bends down at the waist to peel off the drow’s panties. The rogue spins them on a finger as Winter saunters over to the bathroom. “So, just getting ready for bed, then? You gonna stand in the doorway or come in, stud?”

Kevin does step in and shut the door at that, stammering, “Ah, Winter, don’t you have pajamas or something to sleep in?”

Winter turns around, letting Kevin get a good look at the drow’s repaired body. “Do I look like a Platypal?”

Winter: +2 XP (Full Frontal Nudity for Another Contestant [Kevin])

“A Platypal? Also...”

“Oh, platypus-people. Nevernudes. And, yes, my new and improved body is spectacular. You are sooo lucky that I’m yours.”

Winter slips into the bathroom to brush some teeth and remove some light makeup. The drow marvels at the reflection in the mirror. The face is still elven, but a bit more rugged. Winter now has noticeable biceps and abs, wiry muscled like Skye. The drow is especially happy about the part jutting out from between the rogue’s thighs. I’m like I always should have been.

Caoimhe is in sleepwear by the time Winter gets out. Winter decides not to tease the rogue’s mistress. Or, rather, the mistress in the room. Instead, Winter kneels before her like a good sub; the rogue has been bratty enough today and Caoimhe doesn’t seem to be in the mood.

“You going to be a good sub, or do I need to see if they adjusted your cage?”

“I’ll be good, Mistress Caoimhe, and they definitely adjusted my cages. I have several.”

Caoimhe arches an eyebrow, but Winter sees the pleasure in her eyes. She lightly places her heel on Winter’s erection, noting, “This is quite lovely. Be a shame to lock it away because you can’t control yourself.”

Winter smiles, “I said I will behave, Mistress.”

Caoimhe leans down, smirking. “I know, my cute little sub. I know.” She pauses long enough for a quick peck on the lips. “Now, to bed with us. You promised some pillow talk.”

Tessa

Jenny is still buzzing from the party. The former coffee table’s joy brings a smile to Tessa’s face. Then, Jenny sees the bed and stops, shuddering. The dryad hugs her Tina plush tightly.

Tessa puts a hand on her shoulder. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Last time I slept was the night before I was turned. And it was a bed in a contestant’s room. What if I wake up tomorrow and find out that all of this was a dream? That I am trapped as a table again?”

Tessa squeezes the girl’s shoulder. Jenny’s skin feels like supple wood. It is an odd sensation. “Does this feel like a dream?”

Jenny sighs, “No. Just because the fear is irrational doesn’t make it not real to me, though.”

Tessa gives Jenny one more shoulder squeeze, then lets out a long breath. “That is true. What can I do to help?”

Jenny plays with a stuffed Tina ear, then places it on the bed. The dryad flops onto the bed beside it. When she looks up, a little scared, a little hopeful, she finally replies, “I don’t know, other than keep reminding me until the fear doesn’t feel real to me anymore.”

Tessa sits on the bed, body angled some that her knee lightly touches Jenny’s thigh. “You got it.”

“And I had nightmares about Bob towards the end of my time on last season. I might have them again.”

“Whatever you need, I will try my best to provide it.”

Jenny lays back onto the bed, sighing, “Thank you.”

“You going to be okay while I get ready for bed?”

Seeing Jenny nod in response, Tessa grabs some sleepwear from her wardrobe and heads to the bathroom. Change clothes. Brush teeth. Brush hair. Wash face. Pee. Wash hands. The usual routine.

Jenny is playing with her Tina plushie, humming the chorus to Bye, Bye, Bye, when Tessa returns. The dryad heads to the bathroom to do her bedtime routine. Tessa pulls out the plushie of her sister, placing it in the arms of the Tina plushie. They are cute together.

“Awww, like, that’s sooo cute!” Jenny coos when she exits, faster than Tessa expected. She then grabs her Tina doll and makes her play-kiss the Tyalangan one.

“Don’t let them know I got that.”

Jenny grins, “Secret is safe with me!”

The two tuck themselves into bed, the plushies between them. Jenny smiles, whispering, “Thanks for helping with the mess that’s my life now.”

“We’re in this together, Jenny.”

“In this together...” Tessa keeps watch over the sleeping dryad for a few moments, just in case. Then, she starts her own reverie.