Emotions Flare

Mona

Tegan looks itchy and very, very mad. “YOU PROPOSED TO HER!!!!!! I’M YOUR FIANCEÉ! AM I NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU?”

“Hey, Tegan, we can share Mona. That’s the whole point of the whole harem thing?” Ootah points out, standing between the gamer girl and the angry archer.

“GET OUTTA MY WAY, HOMEWRECKER!”

“Tegan, calm down and tell me why you are actually angry.” Mona tries to make her voice firmer. It might have worked.

Through gritted teeth, Tegan snarls, “You are mine and I am yours. I thought you understood that?”

“Yes. I do. But I am also Ootah’s and Gaia’s and everyone else’s, too. I can’t just deny them their feelings about me. That would be just as cruel as I was to you when I didn’t understand what I meant to you.”

Tegan is smoldering in rage. Mona doesn’t need her emotion vision to see that. She is also scratching herself more than normal. The gamer girl gets off of her throne and moves to give the vicious vixen a hug. “Look, Tegan, I love you and I want what’s best for you and everyone else here. You and me are going to hang out today. We can talk some more, go shooting, whatever you want. I’ll even pay, if you’d like.”

Tegan twitches in the hug, then leans into it. Mona happy nuzzles into Tegan’s new big boobies (her height gain puts Mona’s head right at Tegan’s tatas!). Ootah looks a little disappointed? The orc musses with Mona’s hair, then heads upstairs. Most of the others follow.

Kevin stays behind. “Hey, Mona, before you go, can I ask for my minor quest? Winter and I were talking, and I’d like to summarize other seasons for you? I’m looking for something.”

“Oh, uh, sure?”

Kevin’s Week 2 Minor Quest: Provide Mona with Summaries of other Hotel seasons

Reward: Variable, depending on the quantity and quality of the summaries.

“Thanks, Mona. Glad to help. I’ll leave you to your date.”

Mona offers her arm to Tegan, which feels a little weird, given that Tegan is a lot taller and musclier than the Mistress. The two set out. Okay, time to defuse this situation. Maybe Tegan will want to be honest about how she feels by the end of this?

Jenny

Andromeda must have noticed that Jenny panicked out of the throne room when Tegan started exploding. The arcanist android caught up with her. “Wait, Jenny, slow down.”

Jenny steps out into the walled outdoor grounds. The sun beaming down on her makes her feel more alive. It’s something she noticed. Either she is going to need a greenhouse with an array of sun lamps or they are going to need to move somewhere sunny and warm if they ever get back home.

Andromeda stands by her awkwardly. “How can I help?”

Jenny is still hyperventilating slightly as she apologizes, “Sorry... Scenes like that... happened all the time... in the old season. People fighting... for position. I’m...”

Andromeda awkwardly places a hand on her lower back. She’s trying to calm me down. She just doesn’t know how. Okay, Jenny. Breathe.

“Tegan is just an irrational mess. Approach this logically.”

Jenny laughs, then responds, “There is nothing logical about the show. The whole point of it is to generate drama for the audience’s amusement. Haven’t you ever watched The Real World?”

“No. What is that?”

“A reality show on MTV? A bunch of twenty-somethings thrown into a mansion to live together and be filmed?”

Andromeda shrugs, “What’s MTV?”

Oh. Wow. At least one of us is so out of touch. “Do you have a reality show you could reference that is analogous to this?”

Andromeda shrugs again, “I do not watch a lot of television. I watch Leylines Cyberspace livestreams?”

“Livestreams? What is that?”

“People broadcasting their gameplay over the Internet?”

“Video? From the Internet? How long does it take to get the video to load? I didn’t use the world-wide web very often, but I imagine that would take forever.”

Andromeda blinks. Instead of continuing the confusion conversation, she changes the subject, “So, what are you wanting to do today? We should hangout.”

So, the two start planning to spend some time together, which lets Jenny calm down. I’m sure we can figure out something that we can both enjoy.

Ootah

Ootah is fuming as she plows towards Auntie Tina’s shop. That little fox bitch thinks she soooo great, huh? She thinks she deserves Mona’s affections just because she asked for a wedding when neither of them were old enough to understand what that means? And that the rest of us should just be eunuchs? Fuck her! She should have stayed as flat and scrawny as she was when she got here. I had to beg with the audience to keep my body as it is and she was just gifted those tits? What kind of justice is that?

“Whoa, Ootah, calm down. You look like you want to rip my head off!”

Ootah stares at her aunt and sees the fear in her eyes. She forces herself to breathe. Control, Ootah. Practice control. Don’t let your orcish instincts get the better of you. Slowly, Ootah’s heart rate drops and Auntie Tina starts to smile.

“Sorry, Auntie,” the orc mutters.

Tina has already returned to her usual cheery self, dismissing the apology with a compliment, “Hey, cute ring, cutie! Congratulations!”

Ootah blushes slightly and nods, “Thanks.”

“So, here for Shar’s little surprise?”

Hoping that this Shar spent whatever the audience spends to help pay for Render, Ootah nods. It was not for Render. Instead, it was half-off for something she didn’t exactly want: a modified version of one of those horrid transformations that lost to Rite of Succession:

Warrior Glow-up – While Ootah did not want Rite of Initiation, she will admit that some parts of it may be of interest. Her muscles expand slightly, her breasts increase to G-cups, her height and futacock both increase by 6 inches. This transformation will have no effect on her stats (Orc). - 80 BP

Ootah stares at the text, reconsidering it in the new context. I did feel inadequate with Mona in the chest department. Bigger boobs would be fun, maybe? A little more muscle wouldn’t hurt. The height would be nice; Tegan being almost as tall as me feels wrong. The cock increase probably won’t matter by the end and may help me suck myself off if I need the BP? Still, knowing where it came from...

“This isn’t going to make me look like a mindless grunt, is it?”

“No face reconstruction or hair color changes or anything like that. Just the bigger boobs and muscles Shar likes and everything else it says on the tin.”

Ootah doesn’t hesitate, stripping out of her armor so she can redress once her body proportions change. True warriors don’t hesitate. I’ll beat that fox at her own game.

“Very well. Ring me up for that and Render Unto Mistress, Auntie.”

Ootah: -240 BP

Tina beams as she declares, “By the power vested in me by my cutie pie of a wife, I declare that you get a Warrior Glow-up to Render Unto Mistress, whatever that means!”

Tina adds the other purchased transformation to the illusion describing the first for the audience:

Render Unto Mistress – Ootah gains a magical greataxe named Render. The axe starts with 3 charges, regaining charges when it is used to bring herself to orgasm. Ootah can spend a charge to reduce the armor of the target by 1 for the rest of combat. The power of the greataxe will increase as Ootah increases in tier and better attunes to it. Ootah will feel sexual arousal when slaying Mona’s foes with this weapon (Rune Knight).

Ootah’s muscles, meanwhile, bulge as she feels the magic set in. Auntie Tina was already a little short, but the extra height brings it into further contrast. Her cock, always at least a bit turgid, lengthens. Of course, the fact that her breasts more than doubled in size took the cake. The orc gives one of her nipples a gentle pinch. Feels just as sensitive as this morning in the shower. That’s good. An axe appears and the orc takes it.

Tina pulls a book out of her hat and starts to ritually cast Identify on Render. Since Ootah is already at Level 5, Render is at the second tier:

Render [Tier 2] – Greataxe. [+1] to hit. 1d12 slashing, [1] acid damage. Heavy. Two-handed. The axe starts with 3 charges, regaining charges when it is used to bring herself to orgasm. Ootah can spend a charge to reduce the armor of the target by [2] for the rest of combat. This effect will also occur if Ootah deals a critical hit with this weapon without spending a charge. The power of the greataxe will increase as Ootah increases in tier and better attunes to it. Next tier level bonus unlocks at Level 10.

“Well, that is neat! Anything you want to say, Ootah?”

Ootah looks in a direction she hopes is directly into camera. She offers a slight bow, showing off her new cleavage nicely. She replies, “Thank you, Lady Shar, for your kind patronage. I will use this gift of yours well.”

Ootah begins the arduous process of redonning her armor. The actual plate mail for her limbs isn’t too far off; the straps end up being loose enough to leave wider gaps than she’d like, but it is fine for now. Ootah is not looking forward to spend the resources needed to resize her armor. Given the conversion rate, that’s likely 50, maybe 100 BP, depending on what all the Hotel armorer thinks needs to be done. The same could be said for her loincloth. It’s a little tight on her womanhood, but manageable. Fortunately, that should be pretty cheap to fix; just need some extra leather at the crotch. The breast wraps aren’t going to work anymore. The material just isn’t long enough to give her effective protection, after the size increase to her breasts and the muscles underneath.

Well, it is best to make a statement if Mona sees me again today. Ootah struts out of the shop topless, letting her newly improved girls breathe. Now let’s see what kind of trouble I can get into today.

Gaia

“Hey, Kevin, wait up?”

The hu-cow bull turns to see Gaia jogging towards him. He stands and waits as he replies, “What’s up?”

“Oh, I was trying to help Mineko plan for her date, only to be told in no uncertain terms by the staff that I need to butt out. Then everyone else has seemed to already scatter. I was hoping that you would want to do something?”

“I was going to sit and review some other seasons, if you want to join me.”

That strikes Gaia as odd and wasteful. “Why?”

Kevin looks a little cagey with his intentionally vague response, “Winter and I were talking about some show stuff last night and I wanted to see how other groups handled it. And I wanted to not really share with the group until I had more than some speculation.”

“Oh. So you don’t want to hang out?”

“You can join me, if you want. I get that we haven’t exactly spent a lot of one-on-one time, so I understand if you don’t...”

Gaia tries to tug the heavy bull towards the Media Room to little avail. Then, Kevin starts walking towards it. Gaia follows along, humming yet another 50+ year old theme song that neither of them have any business recognizing, but they do anyways (this time, the theme to that Tarantino film Five Rooms).

When they enter, they see Bonnie apparently already preparing a playlist. Gaia, assuming that Kevin has already made his request, finds a seat on a couch. Tyalangan appears before them instead, “Bonnie, you got customers. Stop plotting against Craig for a moment.”

Gaia shrugs at the mention of Craig. Does he really even matter anymore? Kevin looks like he wants to object, only for the Host to speak up again, “I have a list of seasons for you to consider watching, Kevin. Something a little more immediately useful than what you are looking for.”

Kevin stammers, “How do you...”

“I watch the footage for scene edit approvals. Yes, watching some scenes have been very awkward. Let’s dwell on the task at hand. Mona is slated to attend a wedding on another set as a guest and it may help her to have some notes about the represented seasons in attendance.”

Gaia blurts out, “Oooh, a wedding! Fun! I hope they have vegan meals!”

“I will make sure all wedding guests from this season are taken care of.”

Kevin moves to sit with Gaia, shifting to Caoimhe as she moves. “Any of those seasons completed?”

“None you can watch down here, but Reynolds’ season really should have ended by now.”

Tyalangan hands Caoimhe a tablet. The drow gives the screen a dirty look. “That many hours of footage?!?! There is no way I am sitting through that much... Is this Nick guy at least hot?”

“I’m not the best judge of that sort of thing, but... eh? Nick is kinda mid.”

“Definitely mid, at best!” Bonnie shouts from the concession stand, “Now Malgor is a hottie!”

“He’s also not going to be at the wedding, thankfully.”

Gaia glances over the tablet screen. Wow, that is a lot of hours for Nick’s season. And Andy’s, but we watched a bit of it already. There is a Matt and a Laura and a Felix and a Van and oh, a Kevin!

“Hey, wanna see if that Kevin is a different version of you or something weird like that?”

“As good of a start as any, I suppose.”

They settle down as Caoimhe loads up the first episode. A kind of nerdy looking middle aged man, a little too thick around the midsection for someone of his age, is staring out of a scene straight out of a generic fantasy movie, stammering, “It’s—no, it can’t be–”

A cheesecake model in a chainmail bikini and little bat wings is smirking behind him. She purrs out, “Oh, but it can be, Kevin Burgmeyer.”

Caoimhe is already jotting down notes. Gaia lays back and stares at this Lily’s thighs. She seems fun!