Proposals and Permutations

Ootah

Ootah wakes up to a wonderful sensation. Her mistress is squeezing the orc’s stiff cock between her thighs, amateurishly grinding along the top of it. Mona is coating the top of it with her juices; the entirety of it shimmers in the morning sunlight shining through the windows. Mona’s thighs hug the sides so tightly.

“May I start helping, Mistress?” the orc murmurs in Mona’s ear.

“Morning Ootah! I’m doing a good job?”

Ootah starts thrusting between those lovely thighs. “An excellent job.”

Mona squirms in glee as they continue. Ootah’s hips slap into Mona’s plush ass as they both pick up the pace. The sound is music to their ears. Ootah continues to pour sultry words in Mona’s ear as she picks up the pace, “You are so amazing, Mistress. Imagine how it will feel once you take my whole cock inside you? I bet our next date will be even better.”

Mona’s climax hits suddenly. A burst of her love juices coats Ootah’s cock and Mona’s thighs. The extra lubricant means more speed. Ootah speeds up the pace, elongating Mona’s pleasure as she seeks her own. Mona moans. Ootah won’t resist for much longer. The blast of orc cum makes a huge puddle on the sheets. Both women pant to catch their breaths.

Ootah: +8 XP (Mistress Brought Contestant to Orgasm [Thigh Job], x4 bonus [first time both participants])

The couples shower after that wake-up fun is amazing. Ootah is still awed by how liberal the castle is with water and this “shampoo” stuff. Mona still doesn’t make eye contact the whole time, which amuses Ootah to no end; she makes a bit of a game of seeing which body part she could get Mona to pay attention to. A flex of her abs, a bulging of her biceps, a slap on her own ass, a bobbing of her cock, a shimmy of her breasts. It is so easy to get Mona to look on her. Still, despite her breasts being at Mona’s eye level, that’s what she pays the least amount of attention to, which is a little disappointing.

They get dressed (Mona in a Luigina T-shirt and giant foam shark hat that must have been delivered from downstairs last night, Ootah in her usual armor) and sit down for breakfast. A very annoyed cousin serves them. Meat and eggs (and some vegetables for Mona), piled high on the plate, are placed before them with some attitude.

“Morning, cousin, and thanks.”

Ophelia grouses, “You know I don’t have magic and will have to clean up the disaster that is Mona’s bed by hand, right?”

“Eh, get cousin Bella to do it. She’s probably just been slacking off for most of the week.”

Ophelia blinks, then smirks, “Good idea.” The sea elf disappears back towards the kitchen, presumably to do just that.

Ootah looks at her mistress, wolfing down breakfast and only making flitting eye contact. The girl is nervous. Well, there is one way to break the tension.

Ootah busts out an imperial tone of voice, “Well, Mistress, what do you have to say for yourself?”

Mona gulps, nearly shooting energy drink out of her nose. “Uhm... what?”

Ootah’s continues her teasing via mock-indignation, “What do you have to say for yourself, deflowering this fair young maiden before you? Aren’t you going to take responsibility for your actions? Aren’t you supposed to propose to me now?”

Ootah: +5 XP (Romantically commit to the Mistress)

They hear the dings. Mona blushes and squeakily stammers, “You’re serious, despite how you said it?”

Ootah, having blindsided herself, thinks about it. Well, I know it would be inevitable when I joined the harem that I would marry her in her own tradition at some point. I guess last night let me see that I am happy to do so? Huh. Ootah turns serious as she answers, “Yeah, I guess I am. But, I am not a Tegan, treating the promise of a clueless child as binding. I expect a proper proposal. So, Mistress, what are you going to do?”

Mona has a panicked look on her face. She makes eye contact for a long time, probably reading Ootah’s emotions. The orc eats, letting the girl process.

“Is this the show or do you all move so fast?”

Ootah shrugs, “Marriage is not an orcish tradition. We tend to just mate without the emotional attachment. I know it is for you, though, and I want it.”

Mona gulps again, then puts on a brave face. She grabs a fistful of peppercorns from the pepper mill on the table and does some magic. The pepper sprouts, weaving itself into a ring. The girl stands, moves to the side of the table where Ootah sits, and gets on one knee. Mona holds the makeshift ring up and stammers, sounding nervous as all get out, “I will get you a better one later but will you marry me... eventually... when the whole idea doesn’t terrify me?”

Ootah smiles, a little confused by the whole rigmarole. The orc answers, “Yes, my betrothed. I will.” The ring slips on Ootah’s finger. A bit fragile, but it will do, assuming a ring is part of Mona’s traditions. Mona’s smile warms Ootah’s heart.

“I guess we’re engaged now?”

“I suppose so.”

“I hope Tegan doesn’t get too mad,” Mona mutters to herself.

“Don’t worry, my betrothed, I will defend you from my fellow fiancée,” Ootah gets back to teasing. Mona gulps again, then they both end up giggling. You know what? Not a bad first date, all things considered...

Tegan

Tegan wakes up feeling... off. Like something is... fundamentally wrong. She’s itchy, like she feels just after cutting her hair at the Olympics team dorm room before she showered. It feels like the remnants of her hair has fallen inside of her Dawn T-shirt (which Mineko used her magic to repair again, using strips of her other T-shirts to enlarge it) and her too tight panties (which feels especially strange).

She turns to see Mineko and Gaia, both naked, the later now a lion-girl, snuggling with each other. Like last time, that perverted Highway Woman transformation starts to kick in; she wants to find a little hiding place and touch herself to the twosome. But, she’s better than that. She is loyal to Mona; she won’t cheat on her future wife by pleasuring herself to the sight of the sleeping animal girls. Nope. She’s a good girl. And perfectly straight.

Instead, she slips out of bed and heads to the shower. The itching stops when she loses her clothes to start washing the night sweat off. Her tails take up more space than she’d want. The water shrivels up the floofiness. She spends more time washing between her legs than usual. She is just cleaning herself. Certainly not seeking friction on her love button. Nope. Perfectly straight.

Tegan redresses, and the itchiness returns. A slight discomfort. It intensifies and spreads as she puts on some now too tight trackpants. It’s like her body is revolting against her clothes. Surely this is just a figment of her imagination?

She light scratches her shoulder as she heads down to breakfast. Maybe some protein will help clear her mind?

Tyalangan

Tyalangan is in her office, handing some final touches before the morning meeting. She has some Host correspondence via the intranetwork communication channels, asking for advice from her, of all people. She is amused and very flattered:

Dear Lady Tyalangan,

I have come seeking counsel for myself as a host as well as a master who might soon have a fire elemental in his harem. The master got a transformation that allowed him to see elementals as his first one, and immediately ended up contracting one.

I have seen some of your in-laws (Sybil of Daphne’s frenzy) in the comments of my season, so they might have caught you up. I have been following you since you started your own season, and since looked back at the season in which you were a mistress. You did great. I wouldn’t have expected many to accomplish half of what you did.

I also know you are a significantly greater expert on humanoid, elemental or at least elemental adjacent relationships than me. My crew is mostly elementals and fey. One of the elementals thought it might be fun to make a contract with the master of my season. I should not solely blame the man. They are now called Ember. The master simply shortened their name, but it was enough to form said contract. My producer is already hounding me to include them. It wouldn’t be much effort to do so since the little ball of fire is already bound in a similar manner to the contestants. This worries me because once again literal ball of fire, and none of my contestants can see them. They are so young, both of them. This impulsive decision, I pray, does not end up turning against them.

I have come seeking counsel. Is there a good way to make sure their needs are met? The social ones as well as the physical ones. Normally speaking, we would have a vote of random transformations within the paths before them; now, however, it has already been decided that one will be fully focused on solving this issue when we include Ember. We have decided to include a bunch of elementals who are capable of being corporeal, as well as regulating their fiery nature, as a basis for said transformations.

The master is also worried about this whole situation. Any advice for him is also appreciated. I have no idea when in your busy schedule this will find you, but any guidance is welcome, both for them and for me.

Sincerely yours,

Sylveth Melferianstehrana, Hostess of Harem Hotel: Goes Camping

On behalf of and undersigned by Christopher Philips and Ember.

PS. I didn’t want Christopher to read this. I will make sure none of my staff touches any packages you might send along.

She will find the time to write a more thoughtful response after the meeting, but it is worth giving a few words on camera. “Syl, thank you for the compliment and the opportunity to help. I will urge so caution to adding the little ball of fire in too soon. The actual incorporation will be easy enough, but taking a staff member and moving them into the harem when they have no chance to succeed is only going to cause pain to both this Chris and [Ember]. Approach the decision carefully.”

Also on the intranetwork communication channels is a number of messages from Shar complaining about Ootah’s lack of BE in her Tina shop offerings. I suppose I owe her for letting Tegan send that glitterbomb. And I should send Evelyn an apology basket. That girl looked traumatized. The adjustments to the original transformations did not take that long. Strip out the body modification to the full blown state changes, leaving the cosmetic bits. Tyalangan posts the results and sees Shar’s immediate submission for the discount and the ad.

Arabella forwarded a brief request from Andy. Oh, that is good. She sends her permission, then sees the results manifest in a certain someone’s biography.

Oh, and someone actually bought a room effect activation? And the advanced one, too. Hmm... Tyalangan presses on her earpiece, paging, “Summer, report to my office, please.”

Her daughter walks in, waving at the show-runner, and sits at the chair before the desk, legs crossed at the ankles like a good girl, knees spread far apart, showing off quite a bit of bare lilac thigh, like a naughty one. The Host arches an eyebrow, “You really think that’s appropriate, dear?”

“Trying to seduce a sexy guy in the audience, Mama. Now remember, boys, I’m a literal princess; I’m not just looking for anybody...”

“Summer,” Tyalangan interrupts, pinching the bridge of her nose, “stop making your mother cringe and tell me you turned on the room’s effect for Tegan.”

“Of course, Mother. I’m no Bella. As soon as the order came in, I got the fox squared away. I was quite pleased with what I came up with this week.”

Tyalangan reads the room effect, formatted to become a transformation for the vicious vixen, should she give into temptation. Her illusions lack the pizzazz of her performing partner, but will do in a pinch. The transformation is displayed for the audience:

Shedding – Animals often shed excessive fur in their coats over the spring and summer to cool down. Why shouldn’t animal girls like Tegan do the same? Tegan will experience subtle irritation when wearing enough clothes to prevent spellcasting. The more covered and the longer she is covered, the more irritating it becomes (Kitsune).

This transformation becomes permanent if Tegan intentionally destroys 3 articles of clothing in an attempt to find relief. Progress 0/3

Tyalangan again arches an eyebrow. Summer smirks, noting, “It doesn’t prevent the girl from wearing clothes, just makes her a bit uncomfortable. And, to avoid it being permanent, all she has to do is not break anything. It’s not like you are planning on giving her more body altering transformations that rip her clothes apart, right?”

“Not currently. Very well. We’ll see how it goes. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting to run.”

Summer is already walking out the office door, rolling her hips just so. She turns around to wink at the camera, cooing, “If you think you’re good enough, boys, send a headshot and resume to Stanley. If I think you’re cute enough, I’ll let you know. Mwah!”

Mona

Mona surveys her harem from her throne this morning, a little more nervous than usual. She looks at the easy ones first. Kevin is a little pensive looking? That does not bode well. Winter seems fine though, so it might be something different from relationship troubles. Jenny looks okay, as does Tessa and Andromeda. Gaia (Eeeeeeh, I have a girlfriend!) looks sexy and fierce as a lion-girl today. Mineko looks very nervous, which makes a certain amount of sense; Mona hopes her precious cat-girl maid comes up with something good for tonight. Fianceé Ootah looks happy, teasing the boys with her peppercorn engagement ring. Fianceé Tegan looks extra bristly this morning, which gets measurably worse once she notices the ring. And Craig looks tired, very tired.

Tyalangan and Tina both appear, the former out of mist, the latter out of silver bunnies. The Host begins, “Welcome back, everyone, to Harem Hotel. Day 11 is here and we have our lovely contestants here, raring to go!”

Tina poses and quips, “And we have our equally beautiful bunny-girl assistant here too!”

“That’s right, my ravishing rabbit. The leaderboard?”

Tina winks, “After the stinger, cutie!”

“Fine, Tina. Play the stinger.”

I wonder if Tyalangan would let my subscribe to hot Tina action? She’s giving me a look. I better not.

Tina beams as her advertisement plays and she summons forth the leaderboard:

Mona has 635 BP. Good job!

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

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

Andromeda (Level 5) ----------- 5 ------------------------ 72 ------------------- 245

Winter (Level 5) ---------------- 5 ------------------------ 49 -------------------- 215

Ootah (Level 5) ----------------- 5 ------------------------ 44 ------------------- 410

Tegan (Level 5) ----------------- 5 ------------------------ 39 -------------------- 100

Gaia (Level 4) ------------------- 5 ------------------------ 98 ------------------- 279

Tessa (Level 4) ------------------ 5 ------------------------ 68 ------------------- 245

Craig (Level 1) ------------------ 1 ------------------------- 2 -------------------- 20

Mineko (Level 5) --------------- 0 ------------------------- 13 -------------------- 225

Jenny (Level 4) ----------------- 0 ------------------------- 7 -------------------- 250

“As you can see, Ootah moves up a spot for a good date. Gaia moves up a spot for actually leveling. That’s about it for the leaderboard changes.”

“Oooh, cutie, you forgot! This leaderboard is brought to you, once again, by Shar, everyone’s favorite tall vampire lady Host! She has a special message for Ootah. She bought a discount for you at the shop. Come see me to check it out. Knowing her, it’ll certainly be... expansive!”

“I didn’t forget,” Tyalangan teases, “I just wanted my luscious lagomorph to handle the ad. We do have one more thing to do. Mona, your choices to pick from for Winter’s new transformation pathway.”

Tina changes the illusion to display the options:

The Audience’s suggestions:

• Bad Idea Squared
• Casanova
• Frozen Over
• Prince in Waiting

Mona leans forward. “That’s all the information I am getting?” Her foam shark head hat slips down over her eyes for a second, then she pushes it back up.

“Do any of these speak to you as more appealing than leaving A Host’s Child be?”

Mona makes a thinking noise, watching Winter all the while. I mean, a bad idea squared is probably a worse idea, not a good one? Bad times bad makes more bad! Casanova is... fine, I guess? Is one of the other two better? Frozen Over is probably a bunch of cold puns? Hmm, do I like cold puns enough? Better question, does Winter like cold puns enough? What does a prince wait for? A throne? A role? A suitor? What is the goal of these pathways, anyways?

Tyalangan mentally answers, “They give us a theme to build transformations around, to better customize the experience for the contestant. Ideally, they are all things that both of you would enjoy together.”

Mona thinks really hard, hoping Tyalangan answers. What should I pick?

Another mental answer, “Not Bad Idea Squared, as that just screams lose-lose situations. Casanova if you like Winter trying to seduce you harder, with side effects of being even more mercurial and polyamorous than he already is. Frozen Over if you like temperature play, with some cold combat powers and hypothermic side effects. Prince in Waiting if you like Winter in more of an advisory wingman role, with some flirting, denial, and shipping tendencies.”

He still gets to be Kevin’s and my sub, right?

Tyalangan rolls her eyes instead of answering. Mona nods. “I think I want... Frozen Over?”

Winter looks momentarily stunned, then shrugs, “Might be fun? Okay.”

“And, what that,” Tyalangan notes, “I believe it is the end of our meeting. Enjoy your day!”