So, Reintroductions Are In Order

Scarlet

Scarlet wakes up with one less woman resting her head on her than she expected. Daphne is happily sucking on her breast, still asleep. Harper is nowhere to be seen. Daphne grunts as Scarlet removes the mermaid’s lips from her nipple, but stays asleep. Slipping out of bed, she searches for her love. I didn’t even realize I fell for her until I said I have. My solemn little elf. Why wasn’t she in bed this morning?

“You’re up earlier than I expected. Sorry for not heading back to bed,” Harper wraps her arms around Scarlet’s waist from behind and kisses her lightly on the neck. “Morning, love.”

“Morning. Why...”

“Oh, sorry. Should of explained it. Only need like 4 hours of reverie. I’ve been wide awake for 3 hours. Daphne up yet? Need her help with something.”

“Still excessively apologizing?”

“Yeah. I get that it’s a habit I developed from the depression, but those bad habits are still there. I’m sure my sexy therapist will help me get out of them sooner or later.” She kisses Scarlet’s neck again.

“You sure I can’t help?”

“I’m sure. One of the things I did this morning was check the Francis forums and Frankie entitled her Tina date episode summary thread as ‘Sis Sucks Schlong.’ Based on how I felt about mouth-fucking the PP, I checked myself and found that a supposedly temporary transformation wasn’t cleared from me properly, probably due to a rush job.”

“Ah. Magic nonsense.” Scarlet pauses for a bit, enjoying her little elf’s warmth. She then notes, “I suppose you had some quiet time to process last night. Did I push you too hard?”

Instead of just answering with words, Harper spins her around and presses her into a deep kiss. “You were perfect. Thank you for everything. Even the rough bit in the afternoon.”

The two are startled by a whale songy bellow from the bedroom nook. Harper heads over. Several minutes later, she carries her mermaid in her arms to the couches. Scarlet sits down beside them.

The mermaid sighs. “I guess I’ve put this off long enough. Here’s what happened with Dinah yesterday…”

Indigo: -5 VP (Made Mistress Very Angry)

Skye

Ms. Dinah looks peaceful in her sleep. Skye, feeling obligated to protect the de-aged doctor, stayed in her bedroom after waking up from her reverie. She doesn’t exactly know what to do with the time. Her morning devotional would definitely waken Ms. Dinah. Her hobbies would be just as noisy and requires equipment she doesn’t have in the room. She eventually settles on reading one of Ms. Dinah’s books the size of a silverware drawer. The subject matter is somewhat interesting, but it is a very dull read.

So, she is somewhat glad to have a distraction via a couple of text messages. The first hit the big group chat: “Hey, can everyone join us for breakfast? We need to discuss the Añil situation. Thanks, Harper”

Who’s Harper?

The other is from her chat with her lady future love: “Skye, can Scarlet and I help you cook breakfast? We want to discuss something with you from our date. Thanks, Harper.”

Oh. Did something happen?

Skye texts back to the private chat. She’s still a little slow with the texting, but she is getting better: “What happened?” “Haven’t started breakfast yet.” “Busy protecting Dinah right now.” “She’s still asleep.” “Should I wake her?”

While waiting for a reply, the lamp on the end table flips on. A grumpy looking Ms. Dinah glares at her phone, mumbling, “Who’s Harper? Did they add another girl in the middle of the week?”

“Morning, Ms. Dinah.”

“Ahh! How long were you just sitting here in the dark?”

Checking the time on her phone, Skye replies, “Oh, about 5 hours. You slept a long time.”

“Why?”

“You needed the sleep, I suppose.”

“No, I mean, why sit in the dark?”

“Honestly, I’m more comfortable in the dark. My eyes, remember?”

“Oh. I forget that I’m the not the only one who’s suffered from this nightmare. You all seem to take to this better than me.” Ms. Dinah is still not in the best of moods. One sleep was not long enough time for her to forgive, I guess.

“Ready to start the day?”

Ms. Dinah borrows the room’s shower and cleans herself up. As the de-aged doctor makes herself indecent with some fresh clothes, Skye brushes her hair. Ms. Dinah takes a seat to finish her preening, so Skye takes a quick peek into the cafeteria area, estoc in hand. The room is empty. Ms. Dinah touches Skye’s shoulder, asking, “Am I in danger? Is she there?”

“Not that I can tell. I’m going to start on breakfast for everyone now. Can you text my lady future love and let her know that we’re in the kitchen? She wanted to help.”

Skye gives the area a once over as she leads Ms. Dinah to the kitchen. Still empty. She then pokes her head into the kitchen, before escorting Ms. Dinah into it.

“Would you like to help me, too? Otherwise, I’m sure when my lady future love comes down, Ms. Daphne can entertain you for a bit.”

“I’ve burnt water before, Skye. You don’t want my help.”

Not quite sure if that was a joke, Skye gives her an awkward chuckle. She then starts chopping vegetables. Soon enough, Ms. Scarlet and Ms. Daphne walk in.

Ms. Scarlet speaks first after the morning greeting pleasantries, “So, we wanted to warn you real quick. Francis is not Francis anymore.” Skye must have let her worry show too much, because Ms. Scarlet assures, “She’s better. We resolved the Identity, Interrupted transformation. Just, be aware that she’s different.”

Ms. Daphne pops her head out of the kitchen, “Hey, Beloved, you ready to come in? Show off your bigger egg sacs?”

The woman who walks in can no longer be confused for a male. Skye can’t help herself and gives her a long ogling. Her breasts are about as big as mine now. Her tummy is flat and toned. Her crotch is cute and completely lacking the copulation organ. And, as she turns to give Ms. Dinah a hug, Skye enjoys the curvature of her butt.

Her lady future love’s voice comes out of the woman, in English, “I’m so sorry, Dinah. I should have done more for you. Please, tell me how I can make it up to you.”

Skye is distracted from Ms. Dinah’s answer, as Ms. Scarlet slides up to say, “Skye, you’re drooling. I know she’s pretty, in a Plain Jane kind of way. It’s exciting that she’s only going to get hotter. But, keep it together girl.”

Skye blushes and stammers, “I wasn’t drooling. I was admiring your work?”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

Ms. Dinah and Ms. Daphne head out to the cafeteria area and her lady future love walks up. Switching to Elvish, she greets, “<Hey, Skye. Morning. Harper. Pleasure to meet you again.>”

Harper

“<Um, Morning, my lady future love. You look... well. Did you use the spell you used on Ms. Tina on Ms. Scarlet? Otherwise, it is a little rude to...>”

“<I can speak Elvish, Skye. How I’m able to is what I wanted to talk with you about.>”

Harper watches the drow farmhand as Scarlet describes her experience with the divine. Skye rubs her thighs together, desperately trying to resist touching herself. Harper wants to give her relief, as she does whenever the consequences of her veto rises up. She still feels guilty about it.

Scarlet offers an aside, “Skye, it’s just us girls here if you want to provide The Lady some worship.”

Skye’s purple toned blush is so cute. “Um, in the kitchen, Ms. Scarlet? That’s unhygienic.”

“We could move to your bedroom instead.”

“I would rather us get back on topic and back to work. We have a family to feed.” Skye then, mostly holding her composure, starts directing her volunteer assistants on some prep work tasks. Based on what Harper can observe, Scarlet starts to feel an urge to touch herself; I assume some things Skye asks her to do were things she learned cooking for herself in college. Harper swaps some tasks around to make it easier on the redhead. Scarlet asking questions of Skye gets the drow aroused, too. Maybe doing this during meal prep was a bad idea?

Luckily, Skye chose to make a breakfast casserole dish, so, once the chopping and assembling is done, all the cooking is done in the oven. After Skye excuses herself to “freshen up.” Scarlet turns to ask, “So, what should I do?”

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“One the one hand, I kind of resent being **** into this situation and don’t want to start worshiping her just because she was the first one to ask for it. On the other hand, that glaive is really nice and Skye looked really excited that I may serve her admittedly sexy goddess. I don’t want to disappoint her.”

“Take your time. Don’t decide based on gifts or on how others will approve your decision. Decide based on believing in what Eilistraee represents. I’ll pull out breakfast when it’s time. Go flirt with your other girlfriends. They may need some prep for the new me too.”

Tina

“C’mon, Daphne. Come edge me to get my tummy jewel powered up.”

“Sorry, Tina. I needed to use Remove Curse on my Beloved this morning. Something about a temporary transformation she got on your date that didn’t get removed properly?”

Uh oh. That fucking Vinny causing trouble from beyond the grave...

“You at least removed it, right? Francis okay?”

Scarlet exits the kitchen to say, “Harper is fine. She’s a little annoyed that someone kept it from her, but she’s fine now.” She sits in Tina’s lap.

Josie gives Scarlet a morning kiss, then asks, “So, the old lady went coo-coo or did something happen?”

“Daphne and I fixed Harper’s Identity, Interrupted transformation. Took her deep-throating a PP to painfully invert her genitals, but she’s 100% a woman now. She needs to learn how to be a woman still, and probably going to always be on the tomboy side, but a woman. So, be nice. I want all 3 of my girlfriends to get along.”

Josie leans in, saying “I want the same. I just want to know that the old lady is okay. It was scary having to talk through text like that.” Then, the wolf-girl lets out a wolf-whistle. Scarlet turns her head to see Harper carrying the casserole.

“Like what you see, whipper-snapper?” Harper flirts, setting the dish down and pulling out a knife to slice.

“Eh, you’re the seventh or eighth hottest girl in the room, old lady, but you’re passable.”

“High praise, considering there are only seven people here, Josie.”

“I stand by my statement,” Josie curtly says, standing up. She walks over to Harper and leans in for a kiss. The wolf-girl stops inches from Harper’s lips, almost as if she was waiting for permission. Harper looks like her brain shut down. Josie does have that effect on me. I get it.

With a smirk, she gives Harper a long lick across her face instead. Tina notices the look of disappointment on both of their faces wash over them for a moment as Josie turns away. Tina bites her lower lip a little. It’s like those two need to be chained together for them to be honest with their feelings.

Skye returns from her bedroom, still looking a little flushed, to sit down and declare, “Thank you for your help, my lady future love. It looks delicious. Glad to see I’m not the only one in this family that can cook.”

“Just followed your recipe, Skye.” Harper continues to serve these eggy cheesy potatoey things.

“Where’s the fish?” Daphne asks.

“Sit. Eat. That’s an order.”

Daphne sniffs, “Yes, ma’am.” Daphne starts to pick up her breakfast thing.

“Silverware.”

Daphne sniffs again, whining, “But Beloved, the tiny trident is so lame.” Then she awkwardly starts stabbing at it with her fork.

Everyone else already eating, Harper cuts herself a thing and sits down. They all bask in the relative silence for a bit. Clinking of forks providing some background noise. Eventually, the eating settles down to the point that Harper is ready to broach an awkward subject. “So, what should I do about Añil?”

“Disembowel her.” Josie growls.

Whoa, babe, that’s dark.

Indigo

“Whoa! Limited Edition Ranch Blasted Rat Leavings. Alright!”

Indigo munches on the various Kang-oo’s sample snack packs in the Dungeon recovery room. The latest is the chocolate covered corn pop snack she discovered in the store, only with ranch dressing flavor mixed into the chocolate. They’re pretty good. She woke up on a surprisingly comfortable couch, with free food galore sitting on various coffee tables and whatnot. Feeling pretty full, she checks the phone lock screen. Nearly time for our meeting.

Indigo starts to feel uneasy as she enters the bathhouse. Her future hottie sluts are all staring daggers at her. Somethings off. Three things happen at once. Beckie starts to loom over the bath, waving “Hi” at her. Josie, wearing a collar and leash (which is being held by some strange new obtainable hottie), hauls Dinah over her shoulder into the bath house. Dinah sees Indigo and starts to try to grab at the smexy fox girl from across the room. Third, and most annoying of all, Anilla triggers. The pervy rope squeezes tight, completely immobilizing her, and attaches itself to the ceiling. Indigo barely pays attention to the gross old lady.

“Well, aren’t we all so lively this morning! Welcome back, sluts and Mistress, to Harem Hotel. Stripper slut had a productive evening last night, being only 1 point shy of getting second place! More importantly, my grand theory is being proven correct, as that little weirdo is now a modestly hot girl. She’ll help you sluts through the hard times. You know, the kind of only sorta hot that won’t mess around with any guys. She’s forever your girl.” Beckie punctuates her kind of inane rambling with jazz hands.

“Anyways, it’s been a bit since we’ve seen the old leaderboard, so let’s see the update.”

The screen pops up, displaying the current scores:

• Tina 80 VP 90 BP

• Josie 73 VP 115 BP

• Scarlet 72 VP 300 BP

• Daphne 64 VP 90 BP

• Dinah 36 VP 65 BP

• Skye 21 VP 50 BP

• Indigo 1 VP 20 BP

Wait, I somehow LOST points? When the fuck did that happen?

“Clearly, dates this round have been very productive in proving my theory, as the big losers right now are breeder slut, naked slut, and the super smexy cyber slut, none of which have had their dates yet. Collectively, these three lost this many points!” Beckie holds up 4 fingers.

“Tonight is breeder slut’s turn. Will she actually try to offer her slut body to her modestly hot mistress? Or just keep thinking she’s too good to be a **** slut? Tune in to find out. Toodles!”

Beckie: (Brain) Pop Survey Progress: +1

Harper: +40 BP (+20 BP earmarked for contestant modification)