Scarlet Date Night 1, Part 2: Netflix and Chill, Harem Hotel Edition

Indigo

Even after so many hours, Indigo is still cleaning her room. She skipped meals, and she never skips meals. How could I make this room such a mess so quickly? Snack food wrappers, empty energy drink cans, a half-eaten gas station pizza, and so many used sex toys. How did I get so many sex toys? Why did I get so many sex toys? ‘Cause I’m a horny little gremlin that nobody wants to touch.

It was so embarrassing to admit that some unknown **** tied her up when she left her sex toys strewn about. How it left a snarky note in a little bowl filled with sand. While the evil hag doesn’t seem to really care about what happens, something did. Something that can hog-tie you while you sleep.

Only another dozen toys to clean and put up and we’re done.

Scarlet

“Did you show Josie any of the episodes?”

“No, we were too busy trying to either avoid or work our way through some feelings.”

“Well, I can’t recall learning about inter-dimensional **** reality TV shows in college.”

“You sure you want to watch it? It doesn’t exactly make for lighthearted entertainment.”

“I mean, it can’t be that bad. Put it on.”

Francis turns on the TV and then immediately starts to blush. Scarlet looks at the screen to see a kind of boyish looking short girl kneeling awkwardly in front of... her?

“That’s me from undergrad,” she gasps, “What am I doing on that show? And who’s the shortie?”

“That universe’s you was kidnapped to be a part of your roommate Heidi’s harem. The shortie is that universe’s version of... me.”

Something clicked in Scarlet’s brain there. One of her roommates from Rutgers freshman year did a summer semester at her local community college in south Texas with some hardass of a professor. She called him Frack-face Francis. Listening to Heidi, who at one point was an extremely important woman to Scarlet, complain about that A&P I professor convinced Scarlet to change majors from a pre-med focused on biology to psychology. This man changed her life without ever meeting her.

She thinks about teasing him about ogling her alternate self, but holds off. He has never seen Scarlet before, so he wouldn’t have known. It certainly didn’t help that Scarlet went a little crazy with the fake tan and cheap Jersey glitz when she first got out of the family town-home; granted, she never dyed her hair blonde.

“Restart that episode, I want to watch it. There enough context from what you watched for me to get what's going on here?”

He gulps. “I think so.”

They sit down on the couch as he restarts the episode. Scarlet pulls out her phone and starts looking through the amenities for purchase menu. She has an idea for the date.

The Broadcast

A chyron appears at the bottom of the screen, constantly scrolling: “Episode 5 of the ‘Harem Hotel: Hotties in Space’ season is available for purchase either as an individual episode or part of the complete season purchase. Extra commentary provided by the Master and one of his sluts.”

A barrel-chested man in a dorky 1950’s era TV spacesuit stands beside a girl-next-door type. 12 contestants are lined up, **** to stand “at-ease” in formation.

“Hello, all you beautiful entities! I’m Captain Vance DaLance and welcome back to Harem Hotel: Hotties in Space!!!!!! We’re starting this episode with everybody’s favorite part of the show: the transformations!”

The screen pauses on Captain Vance DaLance’s slightly distorted mug as Scarlet watches the contestants, noting, “I only know about a third of those people, I think? Do you mind if we fast forward through everyone but ‘us’? I’ve already experienced the whole transformation thing and don’t want to watch more of it than necessary.”

“Sure. The ‘you’ on the show is fourth.”

The screen fast-forwards to where the episode’s Scarlet is standing by Captain Vance, then play resumes as normal.

“Now, Scarlet, I know you really wanted the empathy transformation, but the audience disagrees strenuously; that transformation only got 12% of the vote. In fact, the transformation that won got a whopping 74% of the vote; would you like to guess what it is?”

The on-screen Scarlet says, “Please not the...”

“That’s right! You’re gonna be a Were-Slut!”

“No!”

The on-screen Scarlet gasps as the transformation takes hold. Her skin pales as her clothes shift into something a lot more professional. The gaudy jewelry she was wearing disappears. The bright red hair dye fades to her more natural auburn tone.

“From now on, you are professional asexual, aromantic Scarlet by day and super-slutty, super horny stripper girl by night. I think that personality should be called Cayenne, ‘cause she’s gonna be spicy. What do you think?”

“I feel so... empty now.”

“Next up...”

The screen pauses again, this time focused on the tears running down the other Scarlet’s cheeks. Francis speaks up, “And this version of me got last place, again. That Heidi really hates me.” More fast-forwarding until Francis stands by the host, then play resumes.

“Now, Mr. Adjunct, you got last place. Again. You’re now on the elimination bubble. Again. And you used up all of your mini-challenge tokens, so you are going to have to step it up if you don’t want elimination. I know you hated all of the options, but you didn’t say which one you hated the least. Care to share now?”

The Francis on screen just stares at the host, daggers in his eyes.

“Well, let’s find out how you’re spending your last week in the competition then, shall we. It was a pretty close race for you, but ultimately, the usual suspect won. Sorry, twink and sissy lovers, maybe you’ll get your chance next time; with 38% of the vote, Little Subby-Wubby won!”

The on-screen Francis closes his eyes and balls his fists. He shrinks down another 6 inches from his first transformation (which made ‘him’ androgynous, Francis speaks over the broadcast) as small A-cup breasts and a little more fat along the hips and thighs materialize. His clitty (again, from the first transformation, Francis notes over the broadcast) slurps inside of him as a pussy is formed on her inguinal area. Apparently, some of this transformation is mental, as on-screen Francis’ shoulders start to slouch and her fist relax into a nervous ball.

“Congratulations, Francine, you’re now all woman, or at least all girl. You’ll also find that you are incredibly submissive to people taller than you, which includes basically everybody as you are barely 4 foot tall now. I’m sure Heidi will be willing to forgive a fragile little flower like you on your date this week. Maybe she’ll even deign to let you eat her out. Would you like that, little Francine?”

Looking utterly defeated, she meekly responds, “No, sir.”

The screen is paused once again.

“Wow,” Scarlet exclaims, “He, no she, looks so broken.”

“From what I watched, that is typically the point of the game.”

“Anything else I’d need to watch before that sexy-looking scene?”

“Just one little bit. I’ll cue it up.”

“Great. I ordered something for us. It should be in the entryway. Let me go get it. Don’t start the show without me!”

Scarlet: -10 BP

The screen fast-forwards through several confessionals and a couple of roommate interaction scenes as a picture-in-picture shows live Scarlet getting a box from the Master Suite entryway. She returns, the picture-in-picture fades away, and the show resumes.

Now in their shared bedroom, Francine and Scarlet are just staring at each other, unsure of what to say. Francine is fidgeting, almost as if she is waiting for an order from the taller redhead. The on-screen Scarlet speaks first, “Are you okay, Francis?”

Francine barely speaks louder than a whisper, “No, Ms. Scarlet, no I’m not. The last one was bad enough. This, this thing that was done to me is life-destroying. Old me was already too passive; I can already feel that I’m only ever going to feel safe when someone tells me what to do. Even assuming Mistress Heidi can learn to tolerate me, I can’t teach like this. My voice is too weak; I feel too short. And, worst of all, I’m still a virgin. How can I please Mistress Heidi with my tiny, pathetic body if I don’t even know what I’m doing?”

Scarlet sits by the frightened girl and puts an arm around her, “I’m afraid too. I can feel the monster they turned me into in the back of my mind, desperately trying to claw it’s way out. It’s the only thing I can feel right now. They warped my brain to where I’m pure ‘ego’ right now, if you want to listen to Freud. At night, I expect to be pure ‘id’. It’s horrifying. I’m very afraid of what that monster will do to you.”

Francine presses her face into Scarlet’s breast, “It’s fine. I consent, as much as this transformation allows. Anything to feel safe. Anything to feel useful. I love you, Ms. Scarlet.”

Tina

Tina sits and reads her new book, kind of regretting not buying the “The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Being a Sorcerer”. This book is very in-depth and assumes some basic knowledge of magic that she just doesn’t have. Her tail and ears jolt as she hears a knock on the door frame.

“Ms. Tina, can I sleep here tonight? Indigo is still trying to clean up and I need some quiet.”

“You okay that I’m in pajamas?”

“At least until bedtime. I’m getting pretty good at looking away, but touching clothes still gives me the heeby-jeebies.”

The two talk for a while. Tina probes the younger naturist for what she knows of magic from her faith. Skye seems both more unsure and more confident while she talks. It does help a little, though some of the answers Tina receives are frustrating.

“So, since I’m a sorceress, I can’t just learn magic from a book?”

“If Gygax’s records are true, no. Sorcery comes from within. Understanding magic theory should help you control what you can do, but will not help you do new things.”

“In other words, I’m going to need transformations to get more magic.”

“Unless you can become strong enough for new magic to arise in you naturally, that’s probably the case.”

“Well poop,” Tina exclaims while stripping out of her pajamas, “My brain is now officially mush. Ready for bed?”