Pretty Mary Sunlight, she's alright with me, Pretty Mary Sunlight, she's everything I need

The sunlight hurt Nick’s eyes. He squinted and sat up, and for a second his memories were a blur. Then he turned and saw the vision of loveliness lying beside him, and it all came flooding back.

“Mary…” He whispered, and his finger burned. He looked down at the wedding band he wore, and his heart skipped a beat.

A wedding band. He was married now. To the woman he loved. And the marriage itself… well, to say it had been consummated would be an understatement.

After the first fuck on the bed in front of all the witnesses, things had quickly devolved. Nick and Mary hadn’t even gotten to taste the wedding cake or toss the bouquet, or any of the other countless wedding traditions Nick assumed would take place at a regular ceremony. No first dance, no best woman speeches, no toast.

Just making love. Fucking. Mating. Any of those words would be an adequate description of what had transpired after Nick and Mary said “I do.”

Sylvia whisked them off to the Master’s Suite almost immediately after the two had come back to their senses. While the rest of Nick’s harem had presumably enjoyed the lovely feast, Nick and Mary spent the night making up for lost time.

Vigorously, and in more positions than he could count. The woman was insatiable! All of the pent-up desires she’d been holding back had been released upon his body, and he’d taken it as best he could. He thought Carly and Gina were hard to satisfy, but Mary…

She fucked like fucking was an Olympic sport and she was trying to win the gold.

“Ungh…”

He flinched and turned to see his lovely wife start to stir. Her sleeping face beamed with contentment and his heart ached with joy.

“Mary…” He whispered, reaching out and stroking her cheek.

Her emerald eyes fluttered open and she gazed up at him longingly for a few delicious, tender moments. She smiled.

“Good morning…” She whispered, propping herself up on her elbows. His blushing bride was resplendent in her repose, like a statue carved to suit his deepest desires. He’d tasted every inch of her body last night, in the heat of their passion, but now he could take some time to truly enjoy it.

She looked like a fertility goddess. Mary had always been curvy down below, even before her transformations, with round hips and a bubble butt. But not only had those curves been reinforced with a few extra pounds, she’d gotten a massive upgrade up top to go with them. Her chest was considerably smaller than it had been when she walked down the aisle thanks to the copious milkings he’d given her last night, but they were still sizeable and lovely.

Master Touched Her Boobs! +2 VP

“Last night… that was… wow…” Mary murmured. She still looked like she was in a bit of a daze. Her hand danced over her womb, and as she caressed her belly a whimsical smile broke out over her face. She stared off into the distance, contemplating her future. “We really… wow. It was so much better than I ever dreamed it could be.”

“I’m… glad you liked it,” Nick said, blushing. Somehow, compliments from Mary about his sexual prowess seemed to strike him in a different way than with the other girls. With people like Carly and Gina, the praise was flattering; after all, they were very experienced, so to hear that he was satisfying them made him feel proud.

But with Mary, it was something else entirely. Like Dakota, Dawn, and Marley, she’d been a virgin when they made love. And while all three of those women had been special and meaningful in their own ways, there was something about having sex with your bride that felt so much more deliciously wholesome.

No, not just sex. Breeding.

He remembered those pills Dakota had shoved down Mary’s throat. There were so many of them. And she’d said something about the pills helping her conceive… fertility boosters, of some sort? He wouldn’t put it past Sylvia to hand those out to Mary like candy.

Nick’s eyes drifted down to her womb. She still hadn’t taken her hand off it. What had he done? He knew that there was a chance that Mary would get pregnant. No, not just a chance, she was begging him for it! And instead of doing the responsible thing and pulling out, like he said he would start doing, the knowledge that he might knock up his bride had only gotten him hotter!

Carly’s going to kill me. And then Kim’s going to kill me again.

Both women had made it very clear that Nick should NOT be cumming inside the women he was sleeping with. Not unless he was willing to risk having a little surprise in nine months’ time.

Nine months… will we even be back home by then?

“Is everything okay?” Mary’s voice broke a little and her content expression took on a note of worry. “I… was I… it was good for you, right?”

Anxiety seeped into every word. And with good reason. For Mary, Nick had been her first and her only. He had rocked her world more times than she could remember last night (and well into this morning).

But as for Nick… he’d slept with so many women. Mary was just one of several. And it had been her first time. She’d loved the sex when it happened, but now that she was waking up and coming down from the high of their wedding night, she was beginning to doubt herself.

“Of course you were!” Nick blurted out, shocked that Mary would even question that. “Mary, you were amazing! Last night was perfect!”

Every word eased the ache in Mary’s chest a little. She smiled, fluttering her eyelashes as her face lit up. “I-I see… I’m glad…”

“It’s just… I’m concerned,” Nick said, turning serious. “About our future together. After all, that stuff you said last night… about having a baby with me…”

“You don’t regret it, do you?” Mary started to panic. “I’m your wife, Nick! Having a child together isn’t only natural, it’s right! We were put on earth to be fruitful and multiply, after all, and having a child is just the same as enjoying the fruits of our labor!”

Nick wondered if the pun completely sailed over Mary’s head. Her gaze was adamant and firm.

Then she softened. “Unless… you didn’t want that?” She asked in a small voice, her gaze vacant and fixed upon her husband. What if she had completely misunderstood last night? What if she’d been the only one who thought that having a child was the most wonderful part of making love?

“No, it’s not that I don’t want it!” Nick exclaimed, once against quashing her worries without a second thought. “But… don’t you think it’s a little too soon? I mean, you still live with your parents, and I haven’t had a steady job in like… ever. Raising a child together, that’s just…”

“We don’t have to worry about that,” Mary said insistently. “I know it’s important to think about those things, I do. But it’s also important to love one another. And our baby… they’ll be the fruit of that love. I know it’s bad to bring a child into this world without the proper means of caring for it… but then, we won’t be alone, will we?”

Nick stared into the seas of green that were Mary’s glistening eyeballs. Her cheeks flushed as she smiled up at him.

“Kim… Holly… all the other girls in your harem… we’ll all be together,” she murmured, tenderly stroking her belly. “My child… our children… they’ll have so many people to care for them and look after them. If we all work together to take care of one another, then I’m certain the lord will provide.”

Nick hesitated, but he knew that Mary wasn’t going to back down on this. And it wasn’t like she was wrong, either. The two of them weren’t going to face the world alone. They had all their friends and loved ones who would lend a hand as well. Nick imagined his house back on earth filled to the brim with the laughter and voices of all the women he’d come to love in his time here, getting along and enjoying themselves just like they did in the hotel.

The image of that brought a smile to his face.

“Mary… you’re completely right,” he nodded. He placed his hand over hers, feeling the warmth of her belly for himself, and the child that just might be growing inside there. “If we do have a baby, he won’t be alone. He’ll have everyone to look out for him.”

“He?” Mary’s face twisted up into a pout. “And just what makes you think our child is going to be a boy, hmm?”

“N-nothing!” Nick stammered, caught off-guard by the sudden fire in his wife’s eyes. “I just had a feeling, that’s all…”

Mary laughed and touched him on the arm. “I’m just teasing… honey.” She tried it out for the first time, but it didn’t sound quite right. “Dear?” No, that wasn’t it either. She’d have to keep looking for a pet name to call him. “Whether our child is a boy or a girl, or one of each… it doesn’t matter. I know we’ll give them all the love we can.”

Wow.

What did Nick do to deserve such a wonderful wife?

“You know… I’m honestly coming around on the idea,” he admitted, imagining Mary’s belly starting to swell. He’d already seen what she looked like leaking milk, but now that image was supplanted by a vision of her round with his child, staying back home and cooking meals while he went out to work. It was an incredibly superficial image of patriarchal norms that called back to a time in human society over half a century ago, but he couldn’t help himself. The image still got him really hot.

“I’m glad,” Mary laughed. “Because it’s a little too late to be having second thoughts now!”

Nick gave her a crooked smile in return. “Well… you never know,” he said softly, leaning in and pressing his lips against hers. “Maybe last night didn’t take.”

Mary stared up at him incredulously, finding it hard to believe he actually thought that. After everything they did together, was he seriously saying that he thought they hadn’t…

Oh.

OH.

She got it.

“Well,” she giggled, batting her eyelashes coquettishly, looking far more like Carly or Rose than the pure angel he’d married, “if you’re concerned about that… I suppose we’ll just have to make sure, won’t we?”

With a wild grin Nick grabbed her by the hips and tossed her down onto the bed as she giggled with delight. He climbed on top of her as they made out passionately, and he entered her for what must have been the thousandth time since last night.

As for the rest of the wedding party, things were settling down in a very strange way. Holly had been barred from the Master’s Suite temporarily so that the happy couple could have their time together, and had ended up in Team Femininity’s room of all places, sandwiched between the two curvaceous beauties.

She woke up with a yawn, shocked to be sleeping in a bed two nights in a row.

It would take a bit of doing to get used to her cage again.

Rose and Dani were still fast asleep. Which made a bit of sense. After all, last night had been quite a party. It made sense that everyone would take a while to wake up.

What Holly didn’t realize for a moment was that the three of them weren’t alone in the room.

“Oh… it’s you…” She muttered, sitting up and staring at Sylvia through dreary eyes. The blonde had a frown on her face, which was rare. And it seemed especially strange today, given that they’d just come back from a successful wedding. “What’s up?”

“What’s ‘up’ is that I need everyone back in the Banquet Hall,” Sylvia said, getting cross. “It’s an important day, you know! Or have you forgotten?!”

Holly stared blankly at her and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“Um…”

“The Popularity Poll results!?” Sylvia reminded her. “Geez, I know you were booted from the show, Holly, but I thought you’d at least remember something like that!”

“Oh… yeah… see, I always got near the bottom with those, so I didn’t really care…” She yawned, and rubbed her eyes. “Okay… fine… so what do you want from me?”

“I want you to go wake everybody up,” Sylvia scowled. “It’s not my fault you humans can’t take a bit of partying. …Oh, but you can skip the Master’s Suite. Nick’s still having a bit of fun with his beautiful bride.”

She chuckled at that, and Holly grinned. The fact that Nick and Mary were STILL fucking after the whirlwind consummation they’d had made her feel all kinds of warm and juicy between her legs and in her heart.

Holly was thrilled. “Okay,” she nodded, hopping out of bed. She rubbed her hands together. “Time to wake everybody up!”

Dani and Rose were first, of course. The tomboy was stark naked, meaning that Mary’s transformation had probably already worn off. That was neat.

Holly smacked her a few times. Then, unable to resist herself, she touched one of Dani’s boobs. The tan skin was springy, and in spite of its give, it bounced back immediately, wobbling across the tomboy’s chest.

Holly touched her own breasts, and found them quite lacking in comparison.

Rose was next. Her boobs were a little smaller, but much perkier, sitting high and firm on her chest. Holly remembered being so jealous of the other woman during the brief time they were on the show together, and when Rose had joined Holly for her final “night” with her master.

Dang, what’s taking Nick so long? I know he’s got Mary now, but this body needs some loving too! Holly thought, thinking hard about how she could best appeal the french beauty to her master. She would need to work hard on this one.

Holly found Rose’s boobs to be a little more firm than Dani’s. But that didn’t make them any less fun to play with. She put herself in the mind of Nick, imagining how he would feel to be touching the two of them, and palmed one tit with each hand.

“What are you doing?”

Holly’s eyes snapped open to see Dani looking up at her.

She wasn’t amused.

“Um… free breast exam?” Holly offered cheekily, quickly withdrawing her hands.

Dani sat up in bed, leveling a glare at the little collared sex ****.

“Sylvia has rules about using **** on the contestants,” Dani said plainly. “I’m pretty sure it doesn’t apply to people who have been eliminated.”

There was no anger in her voice, just the matter-of-fact tone of someone who was making a very firm point.

“…Right, yes, sorry,” Holly said, bowing her head furiously. “But… Sylvia requested that I wake you all up to go down to the Banquet Hall, so…”

“So you thought a bit of groping was in order?” Dani sighed in exasperation. She wasn’t even mad, really, Holly was just that kind of person. “…I suppose it was effective, anyway. Can’t imagine many women can sleep through a grubby little fondling spree like yours.”

Holly cleared her throat and pointed at Rose, who was still snoring away like a baby.

Dani turned her over and cupped her hands over her mouth. “WAKE UP!”

“Yow! Sacré bleu!” Rose sputtered in french, jolting out of bed. “Dani! What the hell?!”

“Wake up,” Dani barked gruffly. “Holly says we’re needed in the Banquet Hall.”

Holly took the opportunity to quickly excuse herself from the room, heading to the next door. Carly, Marley, and Dawn were next on the list, and to Holly’s relief, Dawn was already wide awake and getting ready for the day.

“Oh, good! You’re up!” Holly grinned.

“Of course I’m up,” Dawn scowled, her face flustered. “I didn’t have a drop of liquor last night. Didn’t exactly have a good night’s sleep, either. I never would have thought dreams like… that… would get me so worked up, but…” Dawn had watched Nick and Mary fuck countless times in her dream. But it wasn’t satisfying.

Her nose was twitching for some reason. Holly decided not to press the issue.

“Well, good! You can wake up the twins, then! Sylvia wants us all in the Banquet Hall for the popularity poll!”

Before Dawn could get a word in, Holly had already slipped out the door and headed for the next room.

As anticipated, Gina’s room was a bit of a mess. The party girl had practically kicked Morgana out of the bed, and the two dark-haired women had ended up half-naked inside their twisted sheets.

Holly sighed and went to go wake them both up. That’s when she noticed that Gina’s tattoos were partially-exposed- the sleeve on her right arm had been rolled up slightly.

Well… I’ve been really good, so maybe just a peek! Holly glanced at the lines of text etched in Gina’s skin, describing the debauched things she wanted done to her. Given the fact that she was asleep, it might have even been communicating the punk girl’s dreams.

Holly’s mind lit up with images of…

Gina dressed in white. Walking down the aisle of a church. Gazing longingly up into Nick’s eyes. Saying “I do.”

And then they kissed.

They didn’t even fuck in front of the witnesses like Nick and Mary.

Talk about a boring fantasy.

Holly snapped out of it and shook them both awake. Well, she shook Morgana awake. She’d heard enough horror stories from Dawn to understand that Gina woke up when she was good and ready, and until then she could sleep through a nuclear blast.

The curvy goth awoke with a flushed expression, and her wild eyes met Holly’s. She didn’t know what to say. After all, she’d had a particularly sumptuous dream, one that she’d shared with Mary.

“Um…” Morgana’s hand shot to her belly, just to make sure. It was still flat and trim. No… no baby bump.

She wasn’t sure if she was happy or sad about that.

“Get up,” Holly said, shaking her again. Just because the goth girl was upright, that didn’t necessarily mean she was awake.

“O-oh,” Morgana stammered, blushing. “What’s up?”

“Banquet Hall. Now. It’s time to see how you’re doing in the polls.” Holly was a little more direct with Morgana. She really wanted to hammer home just how important today was.

After all… this could be Morgana’s last day in the harem.

And it definitely WOULD be someone else’s.

While Morgana processed that, Holly went to the last room, Kim and Dakota’s. She still wasn’t sure why it had fallen on her to carry this out, but she did so anyway. She opened the door, only to see that both women were awake.

“Good morning,” Dakota said, flashing Holly a bright smile. She was standing in the doorway, staring down at Holly with her imposing figure. “Let me guess. Come to wake us up?”

“Hey Holly,” Kim said, waving at the other girl. She yawned, half-asleep.

“I was, yeah,” Holly said, nodding. “Sylvia said-”

“I’m sure,” Dakota cut her off. “But you don’t need to worry about us. After all, I woke up bright and early this morning… I was excited to see just how much the audience liked last night’s little… performance.”

Holly gulped.

The three of them had been an intimate part of Nick and Mary coming together the way they did. Holly and Dakota particularly. And while Holly was used to being treated as a tool, that was the most active she’d been in a long time helping Nick have sex. And seeing the two of them brought all kinds of thoughts to the forefront of her mind.

“Let me ask you something, Holly, are you really satisfied?” Dakota leaned against the doorframe with a conspiratorial smirk on her face. “Always being the bridesmaid, never the bride? Not ever knowing the touch of your master on your body?”

She traced her finger down Holly’s cheek, towards her chest.

Holly gulped.

“Um… j-just come to the Banquet Hall, please!” Holly stammered, breaking away from Dakota and running off down the hallway. Her mind was spinning. She knew there was someone she was probably forgetting, someone very important, but for the life of her she couldn’t remember who that was.

Amelia popped into existence back in her classroom. Her thoughts were a blur, and it took her a second to remember where she was and what she was supposed to be doing.

“Th-that’s right… detention…” Reflexively, Amelia’s eyes shot to Vivian.

Or at least to where Vivian had been sitting.

The rebellious young heiress had long-since made a break for it.

Amelia’s eye twitched. “Vivian…” She growled, her memories of where she’d vanished off to simmering just below the surface of her consciousness.

Sylvia watched the woman storm off from her seat in her bedroom, monitoring the situation on earth.

Now then, she thought, time for the popularity poll!

https://strawpoll.com/NMnQ5jOMdn6