Scenes from Day 3

Francis

Francis wakes up with a large white button dangerously close to his eye. He feels his bare chest pressed into the stomach of a pajama-clad girl. Man, this girl’s got a grip on her. He struggles to worm his way out from her vise-like bear hug without having to resort to ****. Unfortunately, the results are a hardening case of morning wood and little else.

“5 more minutes,” the redhead moans, “Just 5 more minutes, Tina.”

Francis speaks as deeply as he can, “Tina’s not here. And, if you don’t let go right now, we are going to have a mermaid ram herself into this struggle cuddle to lap at the resulting eruption.”

That got her attention. “Ew. Gross. Really? Why are boys so gross?”

“Basically happened yesterday. I met the staff when one of them decided to crawl in bed after Josie left and licked at my...”

“Got it. Got it. Can’t sleep anymore. I’m getting up.” The groggy Scarlet lets go and sits up. Free at last, Francis cracks his back and hits the shower. Hair still wet, but finally dressed, he leaves the shower to see Scarlet sitting at the dining area table, breakfast pastry and a sugary coffee flavored milk drink from Bobcafe in hand. He also notices his usual breakfast is placed in front of his dining table throne. Scooting his breakfast to one of the other chairs, he starts to dig in. Anticipating the question, he answers, “They want me to lord myself over the lot of you. I’ll play the parts of the game that you all need me to, but I’m not going to give them anything else.”

The two engage in some light conversation as they finish breakfast. Francis teases Scarlet for her choice of caffeine, maybe a smidgen too bitterly when he points out where she theoretically got it from. She fires back at his cold brew being soooo boring. Eventually, the meal is complete. Scarlet wraps up the breakfast banter with, “Thanks.”

“What for?”

“Last night went lot better than I thought it was going to go. The transformation they cursed me with just felt so debilitating. You made it almost okay. Even went out on a limb for me, out of your comfort zone. I did promise a hair care lesson. Let’s fix those tangles before your hair dries.”

Scarlet shows Francis how to deal with his new, increasingly excessive hair length. Use a good comb to detangle the strands, then pat dry with a soft towel, then brush again. She shows him how to use barrettes to pin his bangs out of his eyes. I have to admit, the hair looks a lot better. Just going to have to get used to this.

He escorts her to the entryway door, a slight smile across his face. She yells while going down the stairs, “Don’t forget to brush it again tonight before putting on that sleeping cap.” The door slams and locks up.

Turning around to his now empty cell, the thought of watching more Harem Hotel just makes him sick to this stomach. You know what, I should work on something else. Read a book or something between workout sessions. Since he finished the mermaid text, he heads to the small library in his reading nook and picks out something nice and light. Feeling ironic, he grabs a copy of Ovid’s “Metamorphosis”. Solving the game can wait; he should just keep the good mood going until his next date.

Indigo

Indigo panics as she wakes up, only to see that she wasn’t trussed up like a sexy fox last night. Breathing a sigh of relief, she looks into the weird bowl to see the message changed:

“Keep it up, slut. I’m still not going to be your Mom.”

Sufficiently scared at the moment, Indigo lightly jogs to breakfast. More food on sticks. Even she is getting tired of the carnival fare. Need to head back to the Kang-oo’s soon to restock on snacks. Looks like everyone but Scarlet is sitting for breakfast, making plans for the day.

“Good. Glad I won’t have to fish you out of the water,” a grumpy looking Josie comments. She appears to be typing something out on her phone.

“Good morning to you too, Ms. Grouchy-pants.”

“After the meeting, I’m going to go plan for my date. While I appreciate everyone’s advice, this is something I have to do alone. Enjoy the day.” Skye heads to the bathhouse.

Josie stretches as she stands up, “I really need to hit the gym after the meeting. If any of you ladies want to get toned up, come find me there. Hey, wait, Skye, I got a quick favor to ask you!” Josie jogs off.

“Well, I want to try and apply some things I read in that book I got yesterday. Dinah, do you want to help me?”

“I don’t know, Tina. Do you need a babysitter?”

“No. Just want to hang out with a friend. Maybe try to flavor her lip gloss to taste like bacon. You know, girl stuff.”

“Girl, you are so weird.” Dinah smiles at Tina. She turns to look at Indigo and her smile fades into a small scowl.

And, suddenly, Indigo is eating breakfast alone. She finishes just in time for her phone alarm to go off. Meeting time.

She enters just as the old crone appears above the water. Scarlet gets there just in time, too.

“Good morning, slut slaves. It is I, Beckie Peteresen, the best host of the best season of Harem Hotel. Stripper slut did an excellent job on her date last night, climbing from last place to first! Way to not suck! After two dates, here are the standings!” The show-runner has learned names (and figured out the nickname convenience); he uses them on his display:

• Scarlet 11 VP 0 BP

• Dinah 10 VP 50 BP

• Tina 5 VP 10 BP

• Josie 0 VP 0 BP

• Skye 0 VP 0 BP

• Indigo -2 VP 24 BP

“It’s certainly nice to see some of you spend that BP, even though more BP has been spent on dumb books than things that would actually be useful in seducing your Master. Some of you, cyber slut and breeding slut, should get on the ball to spend that BP. And, don’t worry, 4 of you still have your dates to improve your scores. To help encourage some spending, and since the Producers have been complaining about how I’m running this fantastic experiment, we are going to have an optional pop-up challenge during the naked slut’s date tonight. The more sluts participate, the more potential BP to be earned. And, don’t worry, naked slut would have probably instantly failed the challenge, so it doesn’t matter she’s going to be otherwise occupied. Meet most all of you in Room 17B tonight! It’ll be almost as good of a time as watching Matlock, which I should be doing right now! Toodles!”

As the evil harpy disappears to watch syndicated television (yet again), Indigo stands up. “Before everyone leaves, I need to apologize. I’ve been selfish and rude. I’m just a horny little gremlin that doesn’t know how to live with people. Can somebody please be my friend?”

The room goes quiet. Tina sneaks out to get several layers of clothes.

Josie is the first to speak, “Indi, have you done anything to befriend any of us? From what I can tell, all you’ve done since you’ve gotten here is masturbate and annoy others. I know I’m one to talk, but at least I tried to help Scarlet. And I kept you from drowning. Words are one thing. Actions another. Show us you’re sorry and maybe we’ll start to listen. I’m hitting the gym. Scarlet, wanna come punch some stuff? Maybe talk about your date?”

“Let me get dressed for it. Meet you there.”

“Cool.” Josie and Scarlet leave the room, going in opposite directions. Dinah just shakes her head and goes to meet Tina. Only Skye and Indigo remain.

“Indigo, I’m very used to the quiet life on the farm. I never had to share a bed with anyone other than my sister. I’ve never been touched in a way like you did to me that first night. It made me uncomfortable. I’m sorry I couldn’t just talk with you about it. My birth mother always said I am too much of a shrinking violet. Maybe tomorrow after my date we can work this out, but I need to go plan for it alone. I hope you understand. I’ll pray for you.”

And, with that, Indigo is once again alone.

Dinah

Tina actually successfully made Dinah’s lip gloss taste like bacon. Or at least imitation bacon. It only cost the bunny girl 4 or 5 attempts and several slashes of dissolved clothes. Both women are smiling.

“You know, if I wanted my lips to taste like bacon bits, I’d have kept the tube of the official Bako-Bits Lip Balm one of my patient’s husband brought me for Christmas,” Dinah teased.

“Wait, it was supposed to be real bacon. It can’t be... Well, one way to double check, sorry not sorry, doc.” Tina gives Dinah a big smooch on the mouth, rubbing her tongue along the doctor’s lips as she did so, “Huh, that’s disappointing. Why do I keep flavoring things with artificial flavors? This is like the fifth time I tried to flavor something natural and just got the fake version instead.”

Dinah is still a little stunned by how forward the blonde bunny is.

“Maybe the magic doesn’t want you to be better than nature, Tina,” replies Dinah. A notification from her phone interrupts her thoughts. “Hey, check your phone. This is the first time I’m seeing one of these.” Dinah points to the notification: “You would’ve gotten some points if you have done that with your Master first, slut.”

“Oh, yeah. I just clear those out when I see them.”

“Don’t you think that we figure out what’s triggering these notifications so we have ideas on how to get VP from the professor?”

“I haven’t done anything both sexual enough to trigger a notification and weird enough that I couldn’t figure out what triggered it.”

Tina opens the VP Notify app on her phone, “See, I can tell you exactly what triggered every one of these.” She scrolls through the notices, “That one was for being seen naked, that’s from sexting Scarlet, all of these are also for being seen naked, all of these were from when I had sex with Scarlet the other day...”

“Everyone could hear you two go at it, you know.”

“That one was from tasting Scarlet’s nipple the next morning, more nudity, and then, lastly, kissing you. See, everything accounted for.”

“Guess at some point, we’ll need to compare notes.”

“Guess so. What if we try flavoring your lip gloss to taste like ear wax? No one in their right mind would make artificial ear wax flavor.”

Should I tell her? muses Dinah, One would think the magician girl would know about those jelly beans they made for… Oh, ugh. She nailed fake ear wax flavor on her first try.

Francis

Francis just finishes his second round of kickboxing exercises to see Ariel crawling along the floor.

“Need some help there?” he asks, mildly afraid of the answer.

“Sure. Use those weird human leg thingies to bring your delicious cum closer.”

The sight is rather ridiculous once he gets there. Ariel is carefully positioning a tiny toy piano in a resealable plastic baggie to the side of the Master Suite living area.

“I am going to regret asking, but what’s with the toy piano?”

“It’s not a toy. It’s a very expensive grand piano that we magically shrunk to deliver here. Your date tonight wanted a piano. Was willing to pay for it on loan, too. Now, the bitch is probably too lazy to check that there’s now a piano in the suite, but we already filled out the ‘paperwork’ saying that you made the request just in case. All we need from you is, one, pull the piano out of the baggie and place it where we tell you, and two, for you to give me and my sister from the music store each a dose of your delicious egg stimulation batter. Do that, and your slut’s debt is paid for.”

Francis sighs and carefully positions the piano as directed, then pulls out his cock and starts stroking. He asks, “Where’s your sister?”

“Erato! He’s going feed us!”

“Sweet!” The pattern of Erato’s scales reminds him of a clownfish as she crawls out of a different water tube and shimmies her way to him. While he blows the first load into Erato’s open mouth, Ariel magics the piano to grow back to full-size.

What is my life right now? Why are the hotel staff more interested in me than the girls that are supposed to be seducing me?

Josie

This gym is not as nice as the one Francis has, Josie thinks as she waits on Scarlet, it’s mostly generic gym stuff: the exercise ellipticals, the free weights, some weight machines, a single yoga ball. The more specialized stuff is a little strange. A naked hot yoga room. Those exercise bikes in the spin class have dildos sticking out of the seats. And, like, why is there a gym class room with metal poles going from floor to ceiling? Weird.

Scarlet sneaks up on Josie as she stares in the weird pole room. She leans in real close to the gym girl’s ear and whispers, “If you spin around it and take off your clothes, they will come.”

“Gah!!!”

“Sorry. Couldn’t resist. Never taken a pole dancing class at a gym before?”

“Nope. Seems more like a way to have creepy guys perv on you than a way to get exercise.”

“Wrong on both counts. I had creepy gals perv on me at work and the pole can be a hard core workout.”

Josie pauses, then asks, “Why do I keep sticking my foot in my mouth?”

“It’s okay. I don’t like advertising my side hustle. Want me to prove it to you?” Scarlet walks over to a pole, “We are going to hop up on a pole, wrap our legs around the top, grip tight enough to prevent sliding down, and do some sit-ups. First one to quit loses. Loser owes the winner a back massage once we get back to the bathhouse. Deal?”

Josie attempts to flip her legs up, but is distracted by the redhead’s grace and bumps her head slightly on the safety mat. Scarlet smiles, already in position, her leg muscles flexing, “C’mon. You can do it. We ain’t stopping until you quit.”

Josie tries again; she gets her legs up to the top, but can’t seem to grip it right. She starts sliding down as Scarlet starts counting sit-up reps. Scarlet gets to 20 before Josie finally got herself to hold on correctly. Blood rushing to her head, she tries to get the first sit-up in, but gravity feels all wrong like this. She loses focus and lands harder on the mat.

“24... 25... 26”

“Okay, you win. Double or nothing? I bet I can hold a plank longer than you.”