More Rude Awakenings

Francis

For the first morning after a date, Francis awakens to an empty bed. He hears noises coming from the kitchen, so he expects Skye is still up in the suite. He heads to the bathroom and takes a quick cold shower. Gotta get the morning wood down somehow...

He walks into the dining area and shifts over his breakfast from in front of the gaudy dining room table throne. He notices a number of things: his fruit has been replaced with a slice of chocolate cake, Skye has assembled the traditional giant American breakfast that looks like more calories than he eats in a day (with a slice of chocolate cake) for herself, and the girl is fidgeting with her phone anxiously. She is blushing, as red as a tomato, and refusing to make eye contact.

“Mornin’, Skye. You okay?”

The girl somehow blushes even harder and, still not making eye contact, blurts, “I didn’t mean to stimulate your copulation organ. I don’t even know what I did; the phone hasn’t given me a notification since I waxed you. I’m so confused and so sorry! Don’t think I’m some kind of wanton slattern, please!”

“Whoa. Calm down. What?”

Skye explains how she woke up at her usual “crack of dawn” time and found herself resting her head on Francis’ chest, much to her embarrassment. She saw his copulation organ fully erect and panicked. Francis takes what feels like way too long during breakfast explaining nocturnal penile tumescence to the frightened farmhand. She doesn’t look like she believes him until her phone’s text messaging notification goes off. She reads the text and calms down a little.

“Care to share?,” Francis asks, taking a bite of the cake and immediately regretting it, “Also, I know I promised to try some of this and the name you gave it was very apt. It’s way too much chocolate.” He pushes the rest to her.

She huffs at his rejection of the cake. “Ms. Scarlet confirmed that your copulation organ is supposed to do that. Males are weird.”

“Y’all have a version of it too. Just less obvious.”

“Anyways, I need to get back soon. I hope everyone isn’t too worried about me. Or the morning meeting. Some things may have happened from that optional challenge the mean lady ran while we were up here. I texted you the info for the prayerbook; your contact info got unblocked, I guess? This is my first cell phone, so I barely know how this stuff all works. And I had Josie write you an apology letter; I put it on the piano. If you want to read it and write a quick response while I clean up breakfast, I’d be happy to deliver it.”

“You don’t need to do any of that; I’ll clean up and get the message to Josie on my own. Let me know what I can do to help with the fallout from that meeting,” Francis pauses, “Wait. I have a phone?”

A few minutes of having Skye call his phone, and Francis finds it neatly sitting on some sex swing thing in the pirate sex dungeon. There was even a note bowl by it. He quickly grabs it and runs out before Skye gets tempted to follow him. He helps her collects her date things and politely escorts her to the foyer. By the time he gets back to the dining room table, the mess is cleaned up. He grabs an apple from the kitchen to finish his breakfast and starts to explore his phone. Seems like he can call or text the girls he has had a date with already (plus the hotel staff). There are 3 blocked contacts; he assumes those would be for the other three. He has several dozen text messages waiting for him to answer, mostly from Ariel, but all of them from various hotel staff members asking him to cum somewhere. He fires off a quick “New phone. Who dis?” text at Ariel just to see what would happen. No immediate response.

There is also an app for tracking VP scores among the contestants. It provides just enough detail that, with a third party observer, he might be able to figure out the point system well enough to exploit it, but the possibility to do so will be several weeks away (once he is in a body acceptable to the others). At the very least, he can see what actions are triggering point changes. Some, like being seen naked, are expected. Some of them are, frankly, kind of weird (even the one he experienced with Scarlet): Hairgasms? Eargasms? Tummy Rubs? And, with most of the notifications, the words “Didn’t get points because the slut hasn’t done this with The Master yet” keeps popping up.

There is an extensive shop app that, frankly, looks poorly cobbled together; half of the tooltips are still written in Greek and it prices things in number of cum feedings upon delivery. He suspects that Ariel had someone assemble this app after they forged their agreement. Francis spends some time looking through the “library” section and orders both a copy of Skye’s prayerbook and a book on basic Elvish grammar. Both books plus “shipping” cost him only a single dose of baby batter, so he submits the order. He flips around between the shop app and the hotel map app to figure what’s available and where it’s located, assuming he will be allowed to leave the Master Suite at some point. Weird how there are dozens of rooms each sharing the same door.

Satisfied for now, he sits down to read Josie’s note. After parsing out her terrible handwriting (Man, she makes doctors’ handwriting look like calligraphy), he resolves to give her a call. She’s bound to be up by now. It’s 8 AM.

Dinah

While Francis arrives at his dining area table, it’s Dinah’s turn to wake up half-strangled by the sleeping Scarlet. Between getting to bed late and dealing with the ironclad snuggle from Scarlet, she did not sleep well. She sees Scarlet’s clothes from the game last night materialize and fall on the sleeping redhead’s face with a wet splat.

“Fine! I’m up! Happy!” the redhead shouts at no one in particular. The two of them start getting ready for the day.

Scarlet answers a quick (but weird) text from Skye as the de-aged doctor and the redhead head to breakfast.

Josie

Both Josie and Tina get rudely woken up by an uncomfortable sensation, but it’s a full-volume blasting of the chorus from t.A.T.u.’s “All the Things She Said”. Josie, recognizing that someone pranked her by changing her phone’s ringtone to that in college and, since no one actually uses their phone as a phone anymore, she never bothered to change it to something more respectable, rolls over the annoyed bunny beauty to turn it off.

Standing on two feet, she grabs her phone off the desk to see that Francis was calling. Of course, the old man wants to talk instead of texting like someone from this century. She answers, “Mornin’.”

“You sound... tired. Long run this morning?”

The sound of a wet set of clothes splats on the bed, followed by a large dry heap of clothes. Tina acts like she is suffocating.

“No. Long night last night. There a reason this couldn’t be done by text?”

Francis slips into his annoying old prospector accent, “You whipper-snappers with your textings and your pogs! Back in my day, we had to walk 5 miles in the snow, uphill both ways, to have a conversation.”

“What’s a pog, old man?”

“It’s a game piece from a game that’s kinda like tiddlywinks, but designed by destructive babies from the 90’s.”

“You are up way too early, old man. I’m going to hang up now.”

“Wait. I got your letter. I didn’t know about your transformation and I’m sorry that I accidentally set it off. While I would have preferred talking about it over breakfast that day, I just wanted to make sure you are okay.”

Tina has dug herself out from under her giant pile of clothes, just for her tiny top hat to land on one of her ears. She moans a little as the hat squishes the top portion of that ear’s pinna.

“I’m... adjusting. I’m not going to say that I’m exactly okay, but I’m trying to get there. Sexy new friends help.” She winks at the blonde. Tina, not privy to the conversation, just shrugs, then winks back.

“Well, you still have a unsexy old friend up here that wants to help too.”

“I’m sorry I let my emotions get the better of me that night. Please forgive me. I know I don’t...”

“Already done. And, unless you are somehow getting less action than I am, you are not allowed to self-depreciate. In this harem, I’m the only one allowed to wallow in self-pity. And even that’s only until the game makes me presentable to y’all.”

Josie laughs out loud at that. Tina, already trying to fold her clothes from yesterday in her wardrobe, awkwardly chuckles. Josie answers, “Fine, old man. Next date, I’ll bring a bra, some stuffing for it, a bunch of wax...”

“Nope. No wax. Not doing that again. Not after last night. Looks like a transformation to permanently remove my body hair is only going cost one of y’all like 10 BP.”

“Gotcha. No wax.”

“Good.”

“Good. I’ll text you some stuff later. Unless you rather find a snowy hillside for us to walk to first.”

Josie hangs up. Tina has a mischievous grin on her face, asking, “That The Master? Anything juicy?”

“Skye might have waxed my gym buddy last night.”

They both laugh at that. Time for breakfast.

The bunnies (both gym and magic) greet Dinah and Scarlet at the breakfast table. They are all super tired of the suggestive food on a stick genre, but it’s literally the only thing being served. So, everyone is really happy to see Skye come to breakfast a few minutes later with most of a chocolate cake.

“The Master didn’t like it. I spent a good 2 hours on it yesterday, and The Master said it has too much chocolate in it,” Skye pouts, “Do we need to drag Indigo out of bed again? I want to make sure everyone can get a slice.”

“Ah, Skye, you kind of missed a lot on your date. About Indi...”