Meetings

Skye

Skye also did not sleep well. The room was cold and Indigo never came back to the room. Shivering, she tried to sleep. A couple next room over having extremely loud sex late at night did not help. So, she drags herself to breakfast.

Ms. Tina and Ms. Josie are already there, eating pie. Skye cuts herself a slice and sits down. The three of them eat in silence. Ms. Scarlet walks in, zombie-like, from the bathhouse. Another slice of pie is cut. Not much left.

Someone needs to break the silence. Skye brings herself to ask, “Where were all of you? No one came to dinner last night.”

3 blushing faces.

“I’m not quite sure. Last thing I remember with any clarity is getting unlocked from that chastity belt. The rest of the night is just a blur. I’m soooo sore.”

“Same, except I was the moron who unlocked her. You really have a problem, Tina.”

Scarlet, looking away, simply says, “No comment.”

Tina, mouth stuffed with apple pie, adds, “This pie is so good.”

“Thank you, Ms. Tina. I baked it yesterday. Did you all see the message Francis sent last night?”

Everyone is momentarily shocked.

“Wait, we can say Francis? Huh. Guess so. Neat,” Tina cuts herself another slice of pie, “Anyways, what was that about a message?”

Scarlet pips up, “In the group text. Video text from Dinah. How bad is this going to be?”

Scarlet plays the video, grabbing the last of the pie as the three of them watch it. Josie puts the probable sentiment of the other three women crudely, “Francis, you dumbass. What the fuck did you agree to?”

“I’m sorry. Did I mess up?” Skye asks, “Was I too indecisive? Too trusting?”

“Skye, you did nothing wrong. We messed up by being distracted by other things last night,” Scarlet comforts. The redhead looks guilty. And a little aroused.

“We don’t blame you, dork. Nor do I blame Dinah or my dumbass gym buddy. I blame the fucking game.”

“Speaking of the game, we got our morning meeting in like 5 minutes. Everyone ready?”

The 4 women walk into the bathhouse, just to see a group of 3 come in from the hall. Francis, Dinah, and one of the mermaids. Weird. Her name was Daphne, right?

Josie: +3 VP (Seen Master’s Glorious Cock)

Scarlet: +2 VP (Seen Master’s Glorious Cock – Diminished Returns)

Skye: +2 VP (Seen Master’s Glorious Cock – Diminished Returns)

Tina: +2 VP (Seen Master’s Glorious Cock – Diminished Returns)

Ms. Josie stomps up to the other group, with the rest coming up behind her. “Francis, what the fuck did you agree to last night? You aren’t gonna turn into some brain-dead bimbo or anything, right?” Turning to Daphne, the gym girl continues, “And you! I guess you were the one to tie them up in that fucking basement. You have some nerve to show up here.”

The gym girl steps up, looking like she’s about to take a swing at the mermaid cowering behind the properly naked male, when Ms. Scarlet grabs her shoulder. “You don’t want to do that Josie. It’s fine. We worked it out last night.”

Instead of immediately answering, Francis just gives Ms. Josie a hug. It takes her a moment to hug back, saying, “You dummy, you could’ve waited.”

Josie: +1 VP (Hugs for Master!)

“Josie, I missed you. Sorry if this is being too forward. I’m fine. Dinah and I talked through everything very thoroughly. I poured through the descriptions. I’m fine.”

“Old man, you can be such a jerk sometimes.”

“Right back at ’cha, whipper snapper.”

The two let go at the same time.

“Sooo, cutie, what cool things did Dinah get you?” Ms. Tina bounds up to ask.

Tina: +3 VP (Displayed Almost Naked Slut Body to Master – Diminished Returns)

“As much as I am enjoying you sluts taking an interest in your Master, we have a show to run. Busy day and all that. If you’ll all gather, we should begin!”

Beckie Petersen

Beckie is just about ready to pull the cyber slut to the meeting, but she slips in the bathhouse with seconds to spare. Drat.

Indigo: +6 VP (Seen Master’s Glorious Cock x2 Bonus [first time contestant participant])

Dinah: +2 VP (Seen Master’s Glorious Cock – Diminished Returns)

“Well, well, breeding slut. Your investments in your Master’s appearance paid off pretty well. No good enough to get you the lead, but pretty well. A quick reminder: VP earning opportunities reset at the morning meeting. Shall we take a peek at the leader board before our first challenge?”

The display materializes, with the updated rankings:

• Tina 45 VP 0 BP

• Dinah 33 VP 0 BP

• Skye 26 VP 0 BP

• Indigo 15 VP 4 BP

• Scarlet 13 VP 5 BP

• Josie 12 VP 5 BP

“Oooh, I’m so happy about how much BP has been spent. Are you ready for another opportunity to earn some more, slut slaves? Well, it’s time for our first ‘Best Girl’ poll, where the audience votes for the Best Girl. The poll will be up during our first challenge. Let’s show you what you can win!”

The display changes to reflect the placement prizes:

• 1st 115 BP +a special prize!

• 2nd 100 BP

• 3rd 85 BP

• 4th 60 BP

• 5th 45 BP

• 6th 30 BP

• 7th 15 BP

• 8th 0 BP +a special punishment

“Um, Ms. Petersen, why are there 8 places in the poll? There are only 6 of us? Is Francis also in the poll?”

“Of course not, naked slut. He’s not a girl yet. I am in the poll, as I am obviously the best girl on this season. I was only expecting 7 positions, though. Let me get on the horn with the hotel bean counter, shall I?”

Said bean counter shimmies her way out of the water tubes. “Ma’am, as representative of the production crew, we have placed the hotel staff into the options, as we are obviously the best girl. And the poll is already running, so you can’t do a thing about it.”

“Fine. Why would the audience vote for you stanky skanky fish girls over me? No harm, I suppose. Now about a twisty-turny twist! For the top winner, (that will be me, by the way) there is an additional special prize. The winner will choose between 3 options: double the BP, a free transformation of the winner’s choice for the Master, or a free upgrade to one of the winner’s current transformations. For the bottom of the barrel, there is an additional punishment. Your Master will be **** to choose between 3 options: subtract half of your current VP, the loser getting both the first and second place transformations from this transformation round, or an intensity increase to one of the loser’s current transformations. What fun!”

The bunny slut blurts out, “What happens if the staff wins the contest?”

“Like that’ll happen. They get to choose between the 3 options. Granted, they have no transformations and no need for BP, so they really only have 1 good choice.”

The gym slut speaks up, “And what happens when you get last place?”

Beckie snorts, “Obviously, that wouldn’t happen, slut. But, on the off chance the staff gets last place, the Master will have to make the same choice. If he wants to be boring, he could choose to subtract half of their 0 VP or increase the intensity of a non-existent transformation. If he wants to be fun, he can pick the extra transformation; he’ll just get to pick a second place one from the complete list of options to apply to them.”

“I would like to point out that the actual poll operation is handled by our contracted community management service. Neither Ms. Peteresen nor the rest of the hotel staff are able to manipulate or alter the poll results,” the bean counting mermaid points out. She then slips back into the staff water tubes.

“I think, with that, I’m going to go watch some Golden Girls while I wait for the challenge to begin. It’s in Room 45R. Be there in an hour if you don’t want to be late. Toodles!”

Before the hag can disappear, the brat Master finally speaks up. 4 words, said with such biting **** that it can’t be ignored. “You. Me. Words. Now.”

Beckie relents, “Fine. If you think you are more important than a re-run of Golden Girls, I suppose we can have a discussion in the challenge room. If you’d follow me, Master.”

Daphne

With Francis and Beckie walking away, Daphne is starting to get nervous. She shimmies in front of the assembled future harem, dragging a package she brought behind her, like one awaiting judgment.

Funnily enough, the one she thought would be most angry at her is the friendliest. Tina, who looks like she is also missing a good night’s sleep, not quite bounds up to her, “Hey, Daphne, what are you doing outside the dungeon. Oooh! Are you giving out free samples? Do you have more of those buzzing toys? They were...”

“Tina!” Josie bellows, “Not now!” The bunny girl’s ears droop. The gym bunny still glares at the mermaid. It looks like she is holding back more for the other girls’ sakes than because she is forgiven.

Daphne notices the scowl Dinah had on since the mermaid’s confession lessened dramatically upon hearing the redhead’s declaration before the meeting; not gone, but lessened. A small victory.

Scarlet looks tense. Calm, but tense. Maybe a touch worried?

The small egg sac girl sits warily, away from the others, but is staring directly at Daphne. Her look is not necessarily one of anger, just general uneasiness and exhaustion.

And, finally, the tussed-up girl looks actively annoyed, but not at Daphne in particular.

Daphne pushes herself up to her full height, or as full of her height as her exhaustion and current terrestrial state would allow, and addresses the assembled group, “Hi. For those of you I haven’t met yet, my name is Daphne and I am the hotel’s dungeon mermaid. Yesterday, a group of you came to experience my dungeon for the first time and I made several grave mistakes. I hurt some of you unnecessarily and for that I apologize. While I hope my efforts last night have served as at least a portion of my penance for one of you, I do intend to attempt to make it up with everyone I hurt after the challenge. In the meantime, I also hurt the harem overall. I hope this small token will show my intentions to make amends. There is one for each of you.”

Daphne opens the package she brought, revealing 6 vials of liquid, black as pitch and almost as thick. Tina, hopefully recognizing it and not just spontaneously grabbing something because it’s magic, instantly snags her’s and downs it, much to the chagrin of the others. Tina makes an unhappy face and smacks her lips, exclaiming, “The flavor is still gross.”

“I can bring dolphin blood flavor for next time if you’d prefer.”

“Um, no,” Tina replies, “Could you do, I don’t know, cotton candy flavor instead? Thanks, Daphne. You’re a doll.” The bonny bunny pinches Daphne on the cheek and turns to walk away. As she heads towards the dorm rooms, she looks over her shoulder, “And, for the record, I had fun in the sex dungeon.”

Three faces of disappointment, one face of shock, and one of glee turn towards the mermaid. Daphne sighs, “I was hoping to be vague for the group apology. Sorry. I left a design from the old season in the current dungeon spec and I really shouldn’t have. While it’s important to have some isolated time for the dungeon revive functions to work properly, it doesn’t have to be done with the failed delvers strapped to sex dungeon devices. When I’m done here, I’m going to finish fixing the recovery room and get a couple of other tweaks in place before finally going to bed. Any other questions?”

Indigo, still not quite filled with tact, asks, “If I go to your sex dungeon, will you give me the sex?”

Dinah speaks up, “Ignore her. A better question, what did Tina just drink?”

“Oh, a Potion of Long Rest. It’s a magical liquid that instantaneously gives you the effects equivalent to a full night of solid, restorative sleep. I favored it with squid ink. Since you have the challenge in like half an hour, I figure that those who suffered a bad night’s rest last night would appreciate being at their best. Keep it if you don’t need it now.”

Scarlet is next to grab a vial. “I’m going to trust you on this, fish,” she notes, before pulling the stopper. The redhead takes a sniff, then hesitatingly drinks it. She makes a face like she’s about to vomit. “Good news, I feel much better. Bad news, it’s like drinking an entire bottle of soy sauce, reduced to a thick syrup. Gotta find something to wash it down.” She sprints towards the cafeteria.

“I think I’ll take this near the water fountain first, just to be safe,” Skye notes as she gingerly picks up a vial. She holds it like it’s a sea mine about to go off as she scurries away.

Josie looks at her bedmate. “Want to put something down that I can handle that stuff better than you?”

Dinah notes sardonically, “Does everything have to be a competition with you?”

Josie already got her vial ready to drink. “Nope. But I think it’s the only way to get you to drink this stuff. You look like shit this morning. Francis pound you too hard last night?”

Dinah’s glare turns toward her bedmate. “You and your big mouth. Fine. Loser has to masturbate in front of the girls during dinner tonight. Or are you too chicken?” She pulls the stopper on her vial for emphasis.

“Deal. 3, 2, 1, go.”

2 downed vials of oozing black liquid. 2 sputtering coughs. 2 very unhappy faces. 2 voices shouting simultaneously, “I won!”

Daphne starts to inch back towards the nearest staff tube. She wants to stay out of this. As she heads to her next destination, she hears Indigo ask, “If it’s a tie, do you both have to do it? If so, I vote a tie!”