Week One Wrap-Up, Part 1: Results and Recruits

Tyalangan

Tyalangan times her appearance at the throne room just after Skye finished setting out the sandwich bar. Embarrassed Clothed Female makes her a bit awkward to work around; unfortunately, suppressing that TF just for convenience is too far beyond the pale, according to the Host policy handbook. She sighs as she thinks about her first wife. She loves Skye so much; she wishes she did more to help her during her time playing the game.

Shaking off the distractions, Tyalangan poses and busts out the Host voice, “What an exciting first dungeon delve for our intrepid heroes! Sandwiches are over there, should you wish to eat as we go through a rather long meeting. So, grab a sandwich and we can get started.”

Mona, sitting on her throne, raises her hand. “Can I have a sandwich? Like, a real one with bread and everything?”

“Whole grain bread, but sure.”

The gamer girl looks happy as she scrambles towards the sandwiches. The others take a little more time. Then again, they are probably worried about the transformations coming up. Soon enough, everyone (save her) is munching, including Tina, and the Host is ready to begin.

“Let us start with the results of the challenge. My bonny bunny, swallow and pull up the results.”

Tina messily chews then, with a gulp, clears her throat enough to cast her illusory leaderboard:

• Kevin 31 XP
• Andromeda 20 XP
• Tessa 20 XP
• Gaia 5 XP
• Tegan -4 XP
• Craig -10 XP

“For those interested in number crunching, each regular orc was worth a third of an XP, but we rounded up, as appropriate. The boss orc killed by Tessa was worth 4 XP. The rankings in the teamwork poll was Kevin, Andromeda, Tessa, Gaia, Tegan, and Craig, in that order. It just so happens that the boss kill gave Tessa enough points to tie Andromeda for second. All in all, an excellent performance by 4 of you.”

Tegan gives the sea elf a dirty look, which is pointedly ignored.

“With the end of the challenge, a couple of Mona’s weekly quests have been successfully completed, so we’ll add that and the results of the challenge to the leaderboard. Ready to change the display, my ravishing rabbit?”

Tina, cheeks full of sandwich, waves her arms and the screen updates:

Mistress Mona currently has 795 BP! Good job!

• Kevin Level 3 102 XP +5 BP
• Gaia Level 3 76 XP +14 BP
• Andromeda Level 3 74 XP +135 BP
• Tessa Level 3 69 XP +5 BP
• Tegan Level 3 35 XP +105 BP
• Craig Level 1 2 XP +20 BP

“With that, we have a new clear first place, with Kevin hitting triple digits on his XP at the moment. I did goof and failed to award Andromeda points for seeing Mona naked, despite giving her points for undressing her, so that place swap should’ve happened this morning. Tegan should really be thanking Shar, as she got just as many points from her new breasts than what she lost from her poor performance during the challenge. Finally, we can see that Craig is almost back on the elimination bubble.”

“You mean the poor performance during the challenge caused by these giant cow-tits?” Tegan snarls.

The Host rolls her eyes before declaring, “And your overconfidence in your stealth skill had nothing to do with your failure. Anyways, the minimal level to qualify for challenge 2 is Level 6. From Level 3, that would be 27 XP, which, congratulations, 5 of you had before we even started the challenge. From Level 1, that would be 40 XP, which Craig is well away from. I’m curious to see how many points you all are going to bank for Mona this round. Speaking of the Mistress,” Tyalangan pauses to turn to Mona, “we have a couple of polls, transformations, and new contestants to introduce. What sounds least interesting?”

The contestants look extra nervous. I suppose none of them have seen extra contestants walk in before. To be fair, Craig is the only one who watched multiple weeks of a season, and Shar’s season as a contestant did not have add-ons. Though the crew that watched the challenge hint should have figured it out by comparing the members in Andy’s harem between the introduction and the challenge they watched.

Mona is excited, at least until she realized what the question was. “The polls?” she asks.

“Very well. First, the Best Girl (or Guy) and Best Date polls. Both have some interesting results and some predictable ones. Tina?”

Tina performs the first of many, many illusory updates and the results are displayed:

• Andromeda (Last Week: 1) +150 BP (and a special prize!)
• Gaia (Last Week: 5) +120 BP
• Kevin (Last Week: 3) +120 BP
• Tessa (Last Week: 2) +60 BP
• Tegan (Last Week 4) +30 BP
• Craig (Last Week: 6) +0 BP

“In the predictable category, Andromeda continues to be the darling of the contestants and Craig did not earn a single point in the poll. Kevin and Gaia improved their standings with the audience by tying for second. Tessa and Tegan both fell in the audience’s estimation. How much of that was Gaia chilling out versus my dear sister or our angry archer being less interesting or less committed to the harem than they initially seemed to be? Some things to consider.”

Andromeda raises her hand, “What is this about a special prize?”

“Oh, you get a little extra choice, Andromeda: a free magic item, a free ASI or feat, or a free upgrade to one of your current transformations. You’ll need to make a decision quickly; you have until I get to your transformation for this round. Our other poll for you all is Best Date. It pays less, but hopefully makes up for the BP you spent on your dates.”

Another update from her ravishing rabbit, and the poll results are displayed:

• Gaia +75 BP
• Tegan +60 BP
• Tessa +60 BP
• Andromeda +30 BP
• Kevin +30 BP
• Craig +0 BP

“These results were... interesting. The clear winner was Gaia. Tegan and Tessa tied for second. Andromeda and Kevin tied for fourth. All four of your votes were incredibly close, which probably means the audience is satisfied how things went. Craig once again did not earn a single point in the poll. And, hey, Vizzy, if you’re watching, be sure to give Cammy something special; she’s the reason Tegan didn’t crash and burn on her date.”

The vicious vixen snarls. The Host merely smirks, then turns to Mona, “So, new contestants? Or should I save them for after I introduce the transformations for all of you here right now?”

Mona actually thinks about it, before excitedly blurting out, “I want to meet the new people!”

Tyalangan nods and smiles, “So, let’s talk about the auditionee polls. The most contentious poll for this challenge so far concerned how many new contestants to add. All four of the poll options had votes and it was quite tight. Still, we have a winner, namely, 4 new contestants, with 37.5% of the vote. So, 2 of the new contestants have to be in the ‘penis want-to-keeper’ category. It just so happens that two of them happen to beat one of the girls in the poll, so the top 4 are coming in. Shall we start with number 4?”

“I think you should, cutie!” Tina exclaims.

“Well, happy wife, happy life. In fourth place,...”

The Nekomata

“...the cat.”

The nekomata hears the words, then proceeds to burst into the throne room and pounces into her new owner’s lap. She presents her belly like a good **** as she rubs her scent into her owner, twin tails whipping about. I have an owner! Yay! Must please her!

“Wow, you are really affectionate!” her owner coos, rubbing the nekomata’s belly through her translucent latex armor. The cat-girl purrs and wraps her tails around her owner’s calf. “And... heavy! Do you mind if...”

Oh, no! The weight of my armor displeases her! The nekomata scurries down and kneels before her owner, ears flattened in repentance. “I’m sorry, Owner. I was so excited to be your **** that I was presumptuous. I await your punishment.”

Her owner looks a little guilty. That’s not right. I was the one in the wrong. The human nervously exclaims, “Whoa, uh, what’s your name?”

“Whatever you wish to name me, Owner! It is your right to name me!”

“Is that a weird submission thing or have you literally spent your entire life to this point without a name?”

The nekomata cocks her head in confusion, “Both, I guess? Slaves only need names so their Owner can call for them. But it’s not weird for me to submit to my owner.”

Her owner looks to the Host-lady, who offers an explanation, “The nekomata are found on the other continent, where monstrous species run rampant and slavery of less monstrous species is the norm. This one was born and raised in a **** training academy as a Battle Maid, which is a combination maid and bodyguard. Nekomatas tend to form intense connections with their owners, similar to an extremely affectionate house cat. You will need to get her used to the idea that she is more than just a **** pet to you.”

My owner is scritching my ears so good! If this is how she will punish me, I should be presumptuous more often! The nekomata purrs affectionately. She ignores the feeling of her... thing stiffening under her skirt. Soon, it’ll be gone and I will be perfect for my new owner!

The nekomata pulls out her cute collar from her inventory. Pink leather with the cutest little jingle bell at the front, hiding the latch for the leash. She presents it to her owner. “Are you ready to make it official, Owner?”

Her owner squees, which is a sound so beautiful that the cat’s... thing nearly squirts in response. Then, her owner seems to **** herself to calm down. “Please, call me Mona. Tyalangan, is it okay?”

The Host-lady answers, “It is alright; some of mine wear collars. It will take some time for her to understand that you may not exactly want the same dynamic as she was raised to expect. The collar will help in the meantime. I will note that, typically, you’d want to have a name picked out first.”

“Oh. Ah, good point?” her owner replies, “Uh, do you have a good idea for what you want your name to be?”

“As a ****, my opinions don’t matter.”

“I want you to be happy. What name will make you happy?”

Again, the cat is confused. “Whatever name will make you happy, Owner-Mona.”

“Ah, that’s a lot of responsibility. Help?” Her owner looks to the Host-lady.

“Audience, give Mona some suggestions. We can do the naming and collaring as part of the nekomata’s transformations.”

Her owner looks relieved. The Host-lady speaks again, “If you would join the others, we have more new contestants to introduce.”

For the first time, the nekomata notices the other slaves. They look quite uppity, standing before their Owner without permission. She crawls on hands and knees towards the kitsune. As a new **** for her owner’s household, she should report to the training ****; it is so nice that her owner has one! She resumes a kneeling position beside her.

“Hello, fellow ****!” she greets the kitsune.

The kitsune bristles. Ooh, she’s a prickly one.

The Host-lady speaks again with a bit of a sigh, “And there is the cat. In third place,...”

Ootah

“...Ootah Heart-Taker.”

The orc is much more comfortable walking into Mona’s throne room than her aunt’s. She is in the expected plate armor of a proper orcish warrior, her torso bare, save for a few wraps of cloth around her breasts and a loincloth that does little to hide her semi-hard futacock. A basic greataxe is strapped to her back. Her forest green hair, arranged into a basic ponytail, tickles her shoulder blades as it swishes.

She notices the other contestants eyeing her suspiciously. It makes some sense, it irks Ootah to admit. They just got finished fighting some representations of the uncivilized version of her people. Ootah does note that most seem to give her bulge some attention. The angry kitsune and the gnoll that was not seen during the challenge (the dreadful Craig) are staring at her breasts instead. Only the drow (that was a male hu-cow for most of the challenge) maintains eye contact.

Ootah genuflects before the throne, bowing towards the human she is now bound to.

“I would like to start by saying that my clan is much more civilized than the fake orcs you saw in the challenge. I have never nor would ever implant my eggs into anyone without permission.”

The kneeling cat shrugs. The gnoll looks surprised. The kitsune looks disgusted. The others are somewhere between distrust and relief. The joys of too many thinking that all orcs are monsters.

Her aunt pulls out her Host voice, “As one of my nieces, Ootah is a respected family member. Please give her a chance to prove that she means what she says.”

Mona leans forward, “So I did hear that right. Welcome, Ootah! You can stand, if you like? Or is this going to be another weird culture thing?”

Ootah stands, her futacock noticeably more erect due to the appreciative ogling Mona has been giving her. “I may be yours, Mona, but I am no ****. I knelt out of respect. As long as you respect me as a warrior and an eventual lover, I will continue to offer you the same.”

Mona nods, smiling, “Good to hear, Ootah. I’m glad to have you. I look forward to learning about you and your species culture stuff. Eggs, huh?”

“Humans do not hatch from eggs? You work like elves then, I presume?”

Mona looks confused. Aunt Tyalangan answers, “Much shorter gestation period, but yes.”

Ootah bows towards her aunt briefly, “My thanks, my liege.”

“You two can continue this after the ceremony. If you will join the other contestants, Ootah, I have two more to introduce.”

Ootah steps up to the others. She makes a point to stand beside Craig. She growls just loud enough for him to hear, “You hurt that girl again, I will rip off your arms and legs, then beat you half to **** with them. Then, with her permission, I will use you as an egg incubator for the rest of your miserable existence. Do you understand me?”

“Well, fuck you, too, tranny.”

Craig: -1 XP (Stop it with the Slurs Already)

Ootah doesn’t know exactly what that means, but infers that it was said maliciously. The ding from his phone confirms it, as the gnoll starts to mutter out curses carefully. The other contestants are too soft. The only way to handle a rabid dog is to put it down.

Aunt Tyalangan speaks again, “In second place, we have...”