Mammary Morning

Mona

Gaia: Weekly Task Complete! Wear Only a Collar on your date +50 BP

When Mona wakes up, sticky with residual dried sweat and slime and other fluids, she has a face full of milky tit to contend with. On the one hand, Gaia’s milk tasted really good last night. On the other, she knows that drinking it would be cheating on her diet. It certainly doesn’t help that some fuzzy paws are squeezing her head into those milk dotted areolae. Mona mumbles, “Morning,” into those mammaries.

“No morning milking from Mistress?” Gaia mock-pouts, somewhere north of breast town.

“Sorry, I love your milk, but it’s not worth delaying me earning my sexy body. Are you in pain? I can try to milk you in the more... petplay way.”

“It doesn’t hurt. Thanks though, Mistress.” Gaia loosens her grip on Mona’s head. Relieved, the Mistress lifts up to peer at the former terrorist through her cleavage. Fuzzy little blonde round kitty ears with black stripes wiggle on top of Gaia’s head. Mona feels a long kitty tail wrap around her calf. Needless to say, Gaia’s shift distracts Mona from her milking fantasy. She coos, “Cuuuuuuute! I think you rolled tiger today?”

Gaia is excited, “You mean like that sexy cereal mascot Tonetta the Tigress!?!? This I gotta see!”

Mona nearly falls out of bed from Gaia’s exuberant escape towards the bathroom. The girlish squee that reverberates from the bathroom confirms that she is satisfied with the look. Mona crawls over to the edge of the bed, just to get yanked into the shower. The shower turns into a bit of a confusing mess: washing themselves and each other and making out and some teasing and Mona thinks Gaia gave her a love nip on the nipple? Regardless, the two exit the shower technically cleaner than they entered, Mona thinks.

Gaia: +2 XP (Give Your Mistress a Love Mark)

Breakfast is excellent as usual, thanks to Ophie. Mona devours her whole meal without feeling uncomfortably full, which Ophie says is a good sign. Gaia munches down on her all meat breakfast with minimal grumbling, only noting, “I should really get around to fixing the no-vegan meals for carnivores thing with Tina.”

“Do you need me to get that for you?”

Gaia answers between bites, “Nah, I probably got the money for it.”

“Okay,” Mona replies, “Sooo, this is awkward, but... what are we?”

Gaia’s tail curls into a question mark as she looks at Mona. The gamer girl continues, “I mean, Tegan is my fiancée and Kevin is my platonic bud. I get those relationships. But... this? I don’t know how to describe what we are...”

Gaia muses for a bit, chewing breakfast meats all the while. She swallows to say, “Well, kid, if you want to label this, what would you like the label to be?”

Mona wants a label, but is not quite sure what that label should be herself. She verbally shrugs, “Girlfriends?”

Gaia nods, looking much surer about it than Mona, “Girlfriends it is.”

Gaia: +10 XP (Romantically commit to the Mistress, x2 bonus [first time Mistress participant])

They both hear the ding. They both check their phone. Gaia speaks first, “Huh. That was some easy points.”

Mona, a little stunned by this whole conversation, sniffles, “You really meant it?”

Gaia looks a bit offended, “Course I meant it, kid. Remember, I’m honest to a fault. You’re fun to be around and I like you well enough. Why wouldn’t I want to be your girlfriend?”

“Because I’m fat and weird and...”

Gaia flicks a chunk of gristle at Mona, which hits her square in the forehead. “Nope. None of that. My girlfriend doesn’t get bullied while I’m around, not even by herself.”

Mona blinks as the refuse rolls down her face and into her lap. When she realizes what just happened, she starts giggling like a manic schoolgirl. That sets Gaia off. Mona tries her best not to stare at her girlfriend’s jiggly breasts that much. I have a girlfriend! Eeeeeeeeeeeeh!

Tegan

My chest shouldn’t feel THIS heavy in the morning!

Tegan opens an eye to see three bulges under her Dawn shirt instead of the expected two. One of the bulges is moving, nuzzling into her giant breasts. Once the vicious vixen puts the clues together, she growls, “Mineko, why are you inside my shirt!?!?!?!?”

The nekomata purrs and nuzzles more.

“Out! Stop being a pervert!”

The battle maid complies instantly, hugging the fish toy. Mineko sniffs at it, a little bit glassy-eyed.

“Well?” Tegan snaps.

“Well... what... Tegan...?” Mineko purrs, head bobbing slightly.

“Why were you in my shirt?”

“Oh... ah... in the slave pits..., we would... always cuddle... for warmth... It feels... wrong to sleep... not touching... another’s skin...”

Tegan’s ears flatten. The fuck? Don’t be angry at the pervert. She doesn’t know better. Be angry at the blue freak for the pervert’s weird ass situation.

“Hold fish... Feel better...”

The cat-girl is offering her fish toy. Tegan takes it just to humor her. The effect is instant. She feels floaty, like she’s sitting on a cloud of happiness. Horny, horny happiness. Oh, if Mona would only breed me, fill me with her fox kits...

The feeling comes crashing down as the toy is suddenly gone. Tegan snarls, “Why’d you take it away?”

“Sorry, Slave Trainer Tegan, but it’s a little more dangerous than I thought. I was under its effects while I held it, so I couldn’t think to cast Identify. Here, the description.”

Tegan reads:

Magical Catnip Toy – When held, this toy induces the feelings of catnip consumption in beastkin. Males become more aggressive. Females become more relaxed. All become more willing to breed and cannot cast spells or maintain concentration. After letting go, the beastkin is immune to the toy’s effects for 2 hours. Non habit forming. Probably.

The meek maid’s ears are flat and her tails still, “It smelled good, so I grabbed it without thinking last night. You may punish me...”

Tegan sighs. That explains why Mineko was so loopy last night before bed. Again, this is the freaks’ faults, not hers. “I don’t blame you. It did make me feel better. Thank you.”

Mineko purrs and rubs her face into Tegan’s stretched out shirt. In a sign that maybe Tegan is growing as a person, she doesn’t immediately snap. She shifts out of bed well before Mineko was done, but she doesn’t yell at her. Instead, she pulls off the stretched-out shirt, covering her chest as best as she can, then flings it at the cat. “Fix my shirt while I wash your drool off me.”

The cat-girl responds automatically, “Yes, Slave Trainer Tegan! Right away!”

Tegan uncovers her chest after closing the bathroom door. These things are ridiculous. Her breasts, currently H-cups, look bigger than her head at this angle. She ruminates over her grotesque appearance as she showers. If I am ever going to be able to afford ways of getting them permanently smaller, I have to delve. That means I need my magic. The Hail of Thorns that I used on that giant pig probably saved the delve. I hate having to live with these... things. But I guess I have to.

Mineko has both dressed in a scandalously short maid’s outfit and repaired the T-shirt when Tegan exits. The image of the cat-girl with respectable breasts on it is again obscenely stretched over her overinflated bazongas. She thanks the nekomata, and starts to head downstairs for breakfast. Tegan hears the pitter-patter of Mineko’s paws behind her. Maybe it’s residual effects of the drug toy, maybe it’s finally getting used to the game, but Tegan is not exactly angry at everything right now. Maybe I can live with some of the rest of this nightmare too.

Tessa

Jenny is shivering in Tessa’s arms from under the invisible covers. The dryad must be having nightmares again. After yesterday, Tessa can truly understand why. She has calmed down since watching all of those seasons, but the memory of them are still in her head.

“There, there,” Tessa murmurs into the dryad’s ear, just as much for herself as for the frightened girl in her arms, “you’re safe. Mona isn’t going to be like that. She cares too much about us and my sister is watching her carefully.”

Andromeda lurches up, blinking. “Do you need help, Tessa? I can watch her a while, if you need a break.”

Tessa shakes her head no. “I have it.”

The arcanist android accepts Tessa at face value and gets up. She heads to her wardrobe to get dressed. Jenny stirs in Tessa’s arms. The dryad turns and looks into Tessa’s eyes, asking, “Morning. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine now. You?”

“Need some sunlight, I think? Still feel a little worn down.”

Andromeda offers, “Maybe we can take a brief walk outside before breakfast? It would do both of you some good.”

Jenny stumbles out of bed to get dressed herself. Tessa follows. The dryad nods as she slips on a blouse. Tessa concurs, “That sounds lovely.”

The trio head out, still working on getting ready for the day.

Tyalangan

Tyalangan is moving towards the throne room via the staff tunnels, a behind the scenes camera following her. Misty Step is only a 30 foot teleport, so, to pull the disappearing Host act with it (instead of just tapping into the Host magic) she needs nearby out-of-sight places to teleport to. While she moves, she’s on the phone.

“Yeah, he’s likely to come visit today, maybe tomorrow if he is dumb enough to try to steal them from the amenities floor.”

Since she doesn’t ruin the surprise, Tyalangan keeps the other side of the conversation from the audience. Still, she listens to the excitement on the line.

“NOTHING PERMANENT, you understand me? If I have to waste the show’s budget to reverse your actions, I will NOT be a happy Host. Understand?”

The disappointment on the other side of the call is immense. Tyalangan doesn’t care.

“Hey, I’m at least allowing you to indulge a little. No complaints.”

A pouty noise is heard and acknowledged.

“I need to get to the morning meeting. I... want what’s best for you.”

She waits a beat to hear the reply, then hangs up. Putting her phone into her inventory, she Misty Steps into the throne room and the sight of the main camera. Everyone is in attendance. Mona on her throne, looking healthier than she did when she got here; a week of taking care of herself has done quite a bit of good. Most of the contestants are doing better, too. Kevin and Winter are holding hands, the latter giving her a smirking nod. Tessa, recovered from watching nightmare seasons, is soothing Jenny; Tyalangan can’t exactly force the nightmares to go away without a transformation. She may need to send Jenny Scarlet’s way if they get unmanageable. Andromeda is talking with Gaia and Ootah, already trying (but not quite succeeding) to plan something fun with her harem-siblings. Tegan looks less angry; hopefully, the muscle girl transformation she’s going to buy will make her less annoyed about the BE. Mineko is clutching that fish toy, a little loopy from the catnip; it’s still important that she is starting to understand that she can want things.

Craig is still standing alone, aloof. He was dropped off from the brig, still resolved to be an asshole. Tyalangan shakes her head at that.

She starts the morning meeting spiel, “Ladies, gentleman, Mistress, contestants, and everyone else, welcome back to Harem Hotel. It’s double digit day. Congrats, all of you, for surviving so long. Tonight, we have Ootah on date duty. Shall our orcish daughter of a duchess do well? We’ll see. A quick check on the leaderboard, and we can send our contestants on their merry ways. My bonny bunny?”

“You know, Tyalangan,” Tina exclaims while posing dramatically, “I haven’t had a chance to play my stinger in several days! Prudence has been getting on my cottontail about it. Soooo, what’s my name, cutie?”

The Host sighs, seeing the expectant bunny eyes in her ravishing rabbit. “It’s Tina, Titan of Trickery.”

The stinger (“Follow me on Insta-Thot for Hot... Tina... Action!”) blares. The bunny gives her wife a lick on the cheek. The illusion materializes:

Mona has 825 BP. Good job!

Name (Level) -------------------- XP Given ------------------XP Reserved -----------------BP

Kevin (Level 5) ---------------------- 5 ----------------------------- 99 ---------------------- 170

Andromeda (Level 5) -------------- 5 ----------------------------- 64 ----------------------- 265

Winter (Level 5) -------------------- 5 ----------------------------- 40 ----------------------- 235

Tegan (Level 5) --------------------- 5 ----------------------------- 28 ----------------------- 285

Ootah (Level 5) -------------------- 5 ------------------------------- 7 ----------------------- 410

Tessa (Level 4) --------------------- 5 ------------------------------ 61 ---------------------- 145

Gaia (Level 3) ---------------------- 5 ------------------------------ 91 ---------------------- 179

Craig (Level 1) --------------------- 1 ------------------------------ 2 ------------------------ 0

Mineko (Level 5) ------------------ 0 ------------------------------ 9 ----------------------- 245

Jenny (Level 3) -------------------- 0 ----------------------------- 12 ----------------------- 190

“Just like early last week, most of our leaderboard place shifts are due to leveling decisions, not dates. I’m sure that, like last week, once most of our contestants hit Level 6, the date performance will show up better. If Gaia bothered to level, she’d be right up there in second place after a good date last night. I’m sure we will see a bunch of Level 6 players soon. Anything to add, my bonny bunny?”

“Aaaah... follow me on Insta-Thot? I have a really sexy photoshoot coming up!”

“Anything to add about the show?”

“Oooh! Please write to my wolf-girlfriend and tell her to let me have ice cream again!”

Tyalangan rolls her eyes and gives her wife a side hug. She waves as both of them disappear, stating, “See you next meeting folks!”