An Elimination

Josie

You know, Harper did a good job with that make-up lesson. Surprised how well I was able to make the new skin tone work. Almost as impressive as that fact that I was the one to show her that waterproof make-up exists. Josie is princess carrying Harper down to the meeting. Harper is still not at 100% after last night and drowsily leans into the wolf-girl’s shoulder. Breakfast made her logy. She’s smiling at least.

Josie: +4 VP (Brought Mistress to Orgasm [Make-Up Lesson] x2 [first time contestant participant])

One of the mermaids meets them at the base of the stairs. “Hey, Mistress and sluts. Your usual morning meeting is being held in the Media Room. Get to it. We’re on a pretty tight time crunch today. Challenge days are always super busy.”

Daphne leads the way to the media room. The front portion of the theater has a make-shift stage built on top of a salt water tank. A medium sized Jacuzzi is placed on one side of the stage, with the dumb Mistress throne built into it. Opposite the Jacuzzi is a row of folding chairs (kind of like the ones one finds in a cheap company break room). Way too many folding chairs for the 6 of us.

The resonate voice of the producer vibrates the room slightly, “Good morning, all. Ms. O’Connor, you look a little tired. If Ms. Wulf would be so kind as to let her rest in the Jacuzzi and the rest of you take a seat in the chairs, we can begin.”

“Maybe one of us should sit in the Jacuzzi with her, you know, to make sure she doesn’t fall asleep?”

“Ms. Daphne, that won’t be necessary. Have a seat.”

Josie pours Harper into the Jacuzzi, who settles into the salt water to the point where the surface of the water barely is below her eyes. Josie sees Harper is still smiling. She bobs up just long enough to say, “Thank you. Water feels good,” then slips back to where she was. Josie walks over to the empty chair between Tina and Scarlet. The gym girl sits down.

“Before we begin the meeting proper, I can tell that most of you did not sleep well enough. With your permission, I wish to use a spell similar to the Potions of Long Rest you’ve used previously. I want all of you at your best. Any objections?”

Josie starts to feel drowsy. She sees Harper slip completely in the water, then feel Tina nuzzle into her breast. Josie struggles to stay awake. She doesn’t resist for very long.

Harper

Harper wakes up warm and comfortable in a Jacuzzi. She wants to stay in the churning saltwater and not think about what’s about to happen. Then, she feels a kitten’s paw yank her head out of the water. The producer, in talking cat mode, simply says, “<It’s time, Ms. O’Connor. If you would be so kind as to sit in your chair, we can begin.>”

“Boo! Bring back the producer bunny!”

“Ms. Campbell, I’m sorry, but more of Ms. O’Connor’s future wives prefer me in this form. I can’t please everyone all the time. Speaking of not being able to please everyone...”

So, everyone looks better with that quick nap. Everyone except Indigo, who has suddenly appeared wrapped up in that foul smelling rope. Scarlet holds Josie back, just in case.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Harem Hotel. For those degenerates that are missing Ms. Peteresen, she has been reassigned to some specific tasks that we will talk about later. I will have a new Host hired to handle being the face of this season shortly. For now, the show must go on and I am your humble producer.”

The cat, standing on top of a podium, pauses for effect. My girls look pleasantly surprised. Hard to see how Añil is taking this. Not that it will matter for long, unfortunately.

“We have an exciting day for you lovely audience members today. Our second challenge is before us. But first, we have some business to handle from last night and some audience participation polls to introduce. Ms. O’Connor, do you have a preference on the order of our agenda this morning?”

Añil actually shuffles around to be able to glare at Harper for that pause. She looks like the staff tortured her immensely last night. Harper sighs. “<Let’s end her suffering first.>”

“English, Ms. O’Connor, but understood. Ms. Rodriguez, what you did on your date last night was completely unacceptable. You lost 8 VP, ignoring your final act of the game, bringing your final VP total to -15 VP. Of course, your final act would earn you an elimination all on it’s own. Any last words before your final judgment?”

“Vete al infierno, puto gato que vomita inmundicia. Déjame ir!”

“English, Ms. Rodriguez, but understood. Defiant to the end. Well, a small mercy shall be given anyways. Ms. O’Connor wrote this one. She said, I paraphrase, ‘My failure, my responsibility.’ So, this could have been much worse.”

The screen materializes to display the elimination transformation:

De Maga a Mascota – What kind of wizard does not have a familiar? Harper learns the spell Find Familiar as described in the Sacred Texts of Gygax. She can cast it without Spell Points or material components. The familiar in question shall be Añil. Harper cannot use the Find Familiar spell to dismiss Añil from her service and she must cast it to return her to the Material Plane as soon as it is safe to do so if Añil falls. Añil’s default form shall be a fey fire-fox, but Harper can use the Find Familiar spell to temporarily change Añil’s form; Añil will return to her default mode after 1 hour (unless it would be dangerous for her to do so). While Añil shall retain aspects of her personality that makes sense for her new form, her mind is simplified to a state of a particularly cunning fox. Do note that Añil is INCAPABLE of being used for any sexual activity of any sort. All other transformations are removed from Añil (Elimination Transformation).

“Nooooo! My tails!” The transformation begins, working backwards. The first visible transformation to be removed is the fox-girl one. The rope soon unravels and disappears, leaving Añil naked. It was strange watching her expand into her former pudgy form, just to shrink back down again. Then keep shrinking, bones audibly cracking into new shapes. Soon enough, what once was a Cubana girl is now a red furred fox with two floofy tails. She bounds over to Harper.

“You okay in there?”

The fox cocks her head to the side and mentally projects “<Hungry. Tired. Angry.>”

“Well, we can fix some of that. Ms. E, would you please get me something for Vix here to eat?”

A pizza, bigger than Vix’s new fox form, manifests on the edge of the Jacuzzi. The fox happily picks up a slice and starts munching away. Pineapple and anchovies? While Vix eats, Harper checks the fox’s stats. 1 HP, but, given how Find Familiar works, HP doesn’t matter. 5 ft burrowing speed in addition to the usual walk speed. Fire resistance. Can innately cast Faerie Fire at will and Scorching Ray once per day. Harper gently pets one of the tails. So soft.

“How about now?”

“<Still Tired. Happy. More Pizza!>”

“Finish that one first, then we’ll see.”

The fox glares at Harper. “<More Pizza!>”

Harper glares back. The fox droops it’s head and continues to eat. A scritch behind the ears perks Vix up. Harper looks at her girls across the way. None of them look exactly hurt by Añil’s fate, not even her kindhearted wife. In fact, Josie looks like she thinks Harper was too forgiving. She doesn’t have to live with the results like I do.

“If you are done settling down your new familiar, Ms. O’Connor, there are consequences for that particular transformation. But first, we have a couple of things to handle. Let’s start by checking the final leaderboard scores before the challenge. Ms. Irene, if you please.”

The screen updates with the new leaderboard. Añil has already been removed:

• Tina 88 VP 110 BP

• Skye 83 VP 10 BP

• Scarlet 82 VP 251 BP

• Josie 81 VP 115 BP

• Daphne 80 VP 148 BP

• Dinah 59 VP 65 BP

Wow. I need to work things out with Dinah. Wait, did Ms. E just say consequences?

“We also have a couple of polls for our lovely contestants to earn some more BP. First, it’s time for our next ‘Best Girl’ poll, where the audience votes for the Best Girl. The poll will be up during our upcoming challenge. The prizes are the same as last time, but, to remind the audience.”

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

“I have been informed that Ms. Petersen is still in the poll options; she apparently thought that the audience will correct the ‘error’ they made last time. Ms. Daphne has taken the place of the hotel staff. And, of course, since Ms. O’Connor is now a Girl, she is eligible to be in the poll. Check the poll survey page for further details. For this round, we are also holding a Best Date poll. Ms. Irene, if you would be so kind as to display the prizes.”

“Wait, why should I be in the poll? I don’t want to hurt the other girl’s earnings.”

“Ms. O’Connor, if I removed you from the poll, we would be removing the current first place prize and moving the special prize to the current second place prize. So, your inclusion improves all of the girl’s earnings that score above you by 15 BP. With that in mind, do you still want to be removed?”

“Oh, that’s fine then, Ms. E.”

“Very well, Ms. Irene, if you please?”

Some numbers change and the bottom two lines are removed for this update:

• 1st 75 BP

• 2nd 60 BP

• 3rd 45 BP

• 4th 30 BP

• 5th 15 BP

• 6th 0 BP

That’s nice, I guess. Give the girls more opportunities to get some more BP.

“Two more polls for the audience and we can give our contestants some time to prepare for the challenge. The elimination Ms. O’Connor wrote is a little problematic for the nature of the show. Usually, the elimination transformation turns the former contestant into an object of sexual gratification for the Mistress and Ms. O’Connor created an elimination that specifically forbids that sort of thing. While 6 contestants is the minimum for a season, 6 wives seem too few for a final harem. So, I have a number of potential contestants selected for the audience’s consideration. Some introductory B-roll film of these potential contestants will play while everyone finishes preparations for the challenge. The first poll will determine how many of these potential contestants are added; the second poll will determine who will be added. Again, see the poll survey page for further details.”

The room erupts into a mild bedlam at that particular announcement. Harper has to cast a Resilient Sphere around the producer cat just to make sure that the surging Josie doesn’t do anything too dumb.

“I had that handled, Ms. O’Connor.”

“I note you didn’t counter my effort to protect them and you. Explain.”

“I will, to you, Ms. O’Connor. The rest of you are dismissed. Be back here in an hour.”

And, with a swipe of her paw, the bubble pops and Harper’s girls disappear.

Beckie: (Brain) Pop Survey Progress: +1

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

Harper: +20 BP (Indigo Elimination Transfer)

Harper: Gains Merch Master 9001 (Indigo Elimination Transfer)

“You remember our conversation last night, Ms. O’Connor?”

“Yes. You wish to turn this nightmare as close to good as possible. How is bringing in more people into this bending the show towards good?”

“There are 6 potential contestants. Of them, one is a person that, frankly, if Ms. Petersen did a better job at casting, would be here already; she faces a fate worse than **** and would be rescued by being brought here. Two of them are people important to others here; one exists in a state worse than **** and being brought here would both save her from it and give her a chance to join the light. The remaining three are ways to connect you and your wives to the world I am sending you. Without your intervention, at least 2 of them will die, along with thousands of innocents. So, yes, when chosen correctly, bringing more people into your stock of future wives can do more good than harm.”

“What about the last one?”

“The last one?”

“You’ve implied at least 5 of them would be better off here. What about the sixth?”

“Oh, some combination of ‘the research was already done’ and ‘the executive producer likes the drama she may introduce.’”

So, that must be Spearmint Rayne. I’m not sure I would want to deal with another VStreamer, given what just happened.

“Given how close most of my current girls are to triggering the final week, how is it fair to bring new ones on?”

“I am planning on giving them some ways for them to catch-up. While you will not be able to meet them until afterwards, they will be participating in the challenge. If they do well enough, they may not need all that much help in catching up. Despite what the game may demand, I do not wish to cause you or yours ill, Ms. O’Connor.”

Harper sighs. She knows she can trust who is behind the producer facade, but there are things here that still feel wrong. Harper just wishes that she could get somewhere to solve those problems.

“One more thing about last night. Why am I blue now?”

“Your Ms. Daphne had the right guess. You weren’t quite a sea elf until Skye’s goddess cast Magic Jar on your body. Your residual humanity was purged then. To be honest, you probably should have started to suffocate before they all tried to sleep last night, given how close to dying again you were.”

“So, how long can I be on the surface? It isn’t fair to my terrestrial girls if I have to spend most of my time underwater.”

“It depends on your stress levels, general health, humidity, and a couple of other factors. In the ideal scenario, you’ll be able to handle somewhere between 2-3 days without submerging. Given the stresses this show puts on you, it’ll be closer to 30 hours. An hour submerged in salt water will reset the clock; more time underwater will help you last longer on the surface, of course.”

“I can work with that. Thank you.”

Vix starts yipping. Harper turns around as sees that the fox ate that entire pizza. “<More Pizza!>” she telepathically projects.

“Is it healthy to feed a fox pizza? It can’t be healthy to feed a fox pizza.”

The producer cat giggles. “She’s a feywild creature, Ms. O’Connor. Food from the Material Plane has literally no effect on her, outside of being something for her to taste, smell, and feel go down her throat. She can eat as much junk food as she wants.”

Harper sighs. “Alright, Vix. Let’s go get you another pizza.” It’s the least I can do.