It's Not a Rerun If It's New To Me!

Glitterdust

So, bad news, good news. Bad news, MY catch-up watch party has hit another snag! Good news, MY new not cloaca is being properly worshiped!

Harem Hotel Hereafter is set to play the Tina foursome scene on a loop, as, by the time they got there, both Glitterdust and Mattie were too horny to continue without taking the edge off somehow. Mattie is in between Glitterdust’s elvenoid legs, lapping away. It took some doing, but Glitterdust convinced Mattie to let her plunge some dragon tail up some elven snatch. The dragon doesn’t know what feels better, the tongue on her now external clit or her tail up soldier puss. When Mattie starts to rock her hips, the dragon makes up her mind.

“THANK YOU MY GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Mattie rubs her ear once Glitterdust comes back from orgasmic bliss. She smirks, “Wow, Sparkles, nice to hear you refer to me that way.”

“But, but, but, you aren’t MY goddess! MY goddess is MY goddess!”

“Well, just little ol’ me in here right now. My parts rubbing against yours. Hop up. My turn to watch our harem-sisters fuck with you between my knees.”

Glitterdust is still sputtering as the soldier takes a seat, legs spread wide. Getting in position, she murmurs, “MY goddess gave ME the transformation that brought ME to bliss, though.”

Gently pressing dragon-girl face into her slit, Mattie replies, “Sarge doesn’t like you calling her ‘MY goddess’ like that. And you’ll hurt my feelings shouting another girl’s name while I get you to cum. So, next round, shout out something flattering to me. Otherwise, I’ll just assume that I joined your pantheon of worship and treat you accordingly.” She then squeezes her thighs around Glitterdust’s head and holds onto her horns. She starts gently grinding, murmuring, “Oooh, still a little sensitive from your tail, Sparkles. Good call on using it. I’ll totally ride that tail again if you’ll let me. Or I order you to let me as your goddess. Whichever.”

The arrogance! Now I see how some of MY bardic lovers were getting on about! Am I the bad dragon?

Mattie: +2 VP (Brought to Orgasm by Another Slut [Lick Lower Lips to Leaking])

Daphne

Daphne’s date continues. Scarlet has brought her back to the One-Shot Room, but to a different scene. Now, it’s a gilded bar, all gold and black and silver. A large dance floor, lightly filled with NPCs, dominates the space. A big band is playing some jaunty tune that Daphne doesn’t recognize. Scarlet holds the mermaid’s hand and leads her to the center of the throng.

Daphne is confused, “What’s all this?”

“A fake New Years Eve party. I wanted to do a little ballroom dancing.”

Five minutes later, Scarlet reverts to the basic box step dance and Daphne has still stomped on the oread’s foot twice. Stupid weird human legs. At least this feels kind of nice, like a really long hug. Daphne rests her head on Scarlet’s shoulder, letting out a contented sigh. Then accidentally stomps on Scarlet’s foot again.

Scarlet sighs, a little more exasperated, “How can you be so bad at this? Didn’t you upgrade a transformation to help you figure out how to walk?”

“Aaaah... I’m a bit of a klutz.”

The NPCs start to countdown. 10... 9... 8... Scarlet lifts Daphne’s head up so she’s looking up at the oread. The lights frame her head. 7... 6... 5... “I think I love you, ya klutz. Just watch your feet.” 3... 2... 1... Scarlet lean down and gives Daphne a long kiss as noisemakers go off.

“I think I love you too.”

Aelene

Aelene feels conflicted as she crawls beside her Mistress Skye. Willing this one’s self not to cum was strange. This one’s breasts are bigger, though. This one saw Mistress Harper greedily watch the process. She enjoyed it. But, she also cared about this one, more than Mistress Skye right now. This one understands that Mistress Skye is affected by her transformation right now, so this one knows that it’s not her real feelings. The whole thing is confusing.

Mistress Skye is walking into the Production Assistant’s office. She is on the phone with someone, so both elves patiently wait.

“Ugh, stupid Insta-Thot customer support. I get that the double currency exchange is annoying, but still. Oh, Skye, hello. What can I do for you? Would you like anything? Water? Tea? Ropes to bind me tightly?”

“Ropes please, slut. No. Sorry. I’m fine, Ms. Prudence. I’m here to make arrangements for my date tomorrow?”

Prudence turned to grab some rope, just to sigh when Mistress Skye reasserts control from the transformation. “Of course, Skye. Let’s work through that.”

Aelene sits on her knees, listening to Mistress Skye and the Production Assistant make arrangements for the drow’s date tomorrow. Her mind continues to wrack, trying to figure out her shifting feelings. Noting that Mistress Skye is mildly perturbed, Aelene starts to edge herself, hoping her embarrassment will help her Mistress calm down.

Aelene: 2 Orgasms Stored (Orgasm Tanks)

It doesn’t work, but at least it distracted her from her muddled feelings. The sensation of her breasts growing continues to feel odd. It tingles.

As they leave, Dinah walks in. Aelene hears the Production Assistant sound exasperated, “Finally, I was about to have to hunt you down. It’s 4:59 PM. C’mon, you got an hour to get your date started. What do you want?”

“C’mon, Aelene. Let’s give Ms. Dinah some space.”

The two walk away. Mistress Skye wants to make dinner for everyone. This one hopes she can sort through this one’s feelings once this one is this one’s self again.

Mattie

Sparkles is freaking out now that our little 2 chick viewing party hit where she’s getting to watch new stuff. Mattie is freaking out for a different reason. The old set. Sarge and Mrs. Skye walking through the rice paddies. Fuck.

“Hey, Glitterdust, pause for a bit.”

Sarge? Here? She feels the sea elf wrap her in a hug before she really sees her. She feels her breath on her neck. Her warmth radiating off of her. The faint smell of sea spray and sex on her.

Sarge pulls back and smiles, “I was wanting to check on you. Been a few days. How you getting along with everyone?”

“Some of the girls are slowly warmin’ up to me, Sarge. You know me; I grow on ya like a lichen.”

Sarge sits right beside Mattie. Sparkles takes the time to switch to sitting in Sarge’s lap. “You sure you’re up for watching this particular bit, Mattie? Glitterdust can always skip to the next scene.”

Sparkles starts to talk, only for Sarge to cover her mouth. Mattie sighs, “I’ll try. But can you have the pause button handy if I freak out too much?”

Sarge let’s go of Sparkles mouth, who immediately starts to complain, “But MY Harper, I can’t miss a second of your ascension! How can you ask ME to...”

Sarge covers her mouth again and simply states, “That’s Mattie’s old set. She was a contestant on a different season before being brought here.”

Sparkles is trying to probe into Mattie’s head. It feels odd. She stops after a moment. “Okay, MY Harper, I will be vigilant of MY pause button. May I please start the show?”

They watch together. Harper and Skye walking, the setting sun behind their silhouettes. A freak with 2 fox tails intercepting them. Harper causally smacking her down. HIM, her tormentor, speaking, HIS voice still resonating in her head. Harper moves to hold Mattie’s hand; the soldier is appreciative, giving her a white-knuckle squeeze. HIM smacking Sarge into the dirt with HIS flaming cock, giving her another cock-smacking for good measure. HIM doing something to Skye, the freak, and some crew, only for it to be interrupted by a floating lollipop being shoved in HIS mouth. Harper’s body rising, turning blue, still looking dead. HER, her savior, speaking through Harper, joking, encouraging, sashaying like she owns the place, making Sailor Moon references. Kicking HIS ass. Shrinking HIS cock to basically nothing. Cutting HIS fuckin’ head off. Helping everyone there escape.

It’s one thing to know that Harper saved her. It’s quite another to see it. By the time the scene (and, therefore, the episode) is over, she sees Harper shaking.

“You okay, Sarge?”

“It’s one thing to know you died. It’s quite another to see it. Glitter, next bit is them patching me up. If you don’t mind, I’m going to pop out. I’ll watch the challenge with both of you if you’d like. Just not going to be able to handle the aftermath of that.”

Sparkles gets off of Harper and the sea elf heads out. Mattie catches up. When both are in the hallway, the astral elf asks, “Seriously, Sarge, you okay?”

“I am. Or, rather, I will be. Again, seeing your **** broadcast on inter-dimensional smut TV is a little soul-rattling. Could use something to take my mind off of it. Not sexy, preferably.”

“I got enough XP to level?”

Harper summons her DM tablet and pulls up the options. Sarge left the choice to Mattie after explaining the 2 basic choices: more infusions and tool expertise via Artificer or a feat via Rogue. Mattie goes with the first choice because it sounded like more stuff. She gets a couple of spells (being told Lesser Restoration can cure hangovers sold it), a way to gain a little more SP, and a way to keep Concentration (eventually, when she has something worth concentrating on). By the time they’re done, Sparkles mentally reaches out to let them know she got past the elimination and paused in time to see the potential new girls.

When they both walk back, Sparkles rushes over to give Harper a hug so hard she knocks the sea elf on her butt. “Oh, MY Harper, I’M so happy you got through all of that. I hope you have more competent healers now. MY magic isn’t focused on that, but I can always try.”

“Hey, It’s okay. Scarlet has more ki to spare for that kind of thing. Tina picked up some healing spells, plus Skye has gotten some more as she worked on more Ranger levels. Plus, Mattie can always heal in a pinch, right?”

“Tina? You’d trust Tina to heal you over ME?”

“Yes. Now let’s see who I avoided getting.”