Scenes From A Destination Wedding Weekend, Part 12: Propositions and Perversions

Summer Copse-Wood

{reveal "Author Citation"} Van is the Master of Harem Hotel: Genesis Response. {endreveal}

Summer is a bit disappointed by the reception. Sure, she likes parties and she likes girls. But, partying with her moms’ friends is not exactly a good time and she wants to be wooed by a sexy husbando, not just be a one-time hook up for a waifu.

She plays with the hem of her dress. She wishes she could have worn a more casual one; this one is too prudish for her tastes. Royal blue, embroidered with the family heraldic crest in emeralds, the dress is only backless to about the bottom of her ribs. The dress goes all the way down to mid thigh. The neckline only gives a hint of nipple from her voluptuous C-cup breasts, too.

She keeps scanning the crowd for someone interesting. Her white shoulder length hair is in wavy curls, a stark contrast to her lilac skin.

When she sees the guy on the edge of the hall, nervously watching the exits, she gives him a good look. Tall, dark hair in a messy cut, warm brown eyes, broad shoulders. Cute. Very cute. He’ll do, either as Mister Right or Mister Right-Now.

She starts to stalk her way over to him, blending with the crowd, just like her mom taught her. As she looks for the right angle, she sees Winter sneaking his way to the same destination. The ranger is irked. C’mon, Winter. You have a boyfriend! Let me have this one!

She glares at him as the two basically appear together before the cute boy. Winter’s violet eyes sparkle with mischief. The boy is, of course, startled at their sudden presence.

Winter, wearing the same dress as Summer (though he doesn’t have any breasts to hold back, so it sits on him a little differently), holds his hand out just so, beckoning the boy to kiss it. Smirking, he greets, “Hey, big man. Helchrive Copse-Wood, seventh in line to the Copse-Wood Throne. My boyfriend and I were wondering if you’d like to join us for a private dance?”

The boy stutters, quite cutely, “A-a private dance?”

Winter runs a finger lightly down the boy’s sternum as he goads, “Oh, yes. We do a little lockpicking to get into an empty hotel room, one with a big bed. You and I lay side by side. My boyfriend plows me and my sister here, the lovely Urinlaire Copse-Wood, sixth in line to the Copse-Wood Throne, pegs you. I am sure she has the appropriately sized dildo for that purpose, even if it would be your first time. We can maybe make out to help spur them on?”

Ah, what a sweet brother I have! Trying to be a good wingman for me? Awww!

Mona

{reveal "Author Citation"} Cammy is a contestant on Harem Hotel: Bunkered Together. {endreveal}

“HOW DO YOU DANCE TO THIS?!?!?!” Mona shouts at the top of her lungs over the heavy metal guitar and lute music (which is a super weird combination, if Mona was honest about it).

“NO IDEA!!!” her dance partner, Cammy, shouts back. Felix wanted a break from dancing and Mona was happy to take over.

So, the two girls try to dance to heavy bardcore and have fun failing at it. A cat-girl with a robot arm grabs a handful of Mona’s boob as she moshes between them, cackling like a maniac. That must be Tracy!

The song ends and both girls are pooped. They find a relatively quiet table and slump into a couple of chairs. Yesterday, at the spa, they perved on the ladies; this time it seems like Cammy wants to perv on the guys.

“Hunks to the extreme like Kevin aren’t normally my thing, but he makes a great exception,” Cammy spoke like a schoolgirl discussing crushes. “Of course, he’s gay, but he still makes a nice display.”

Mona nods, “He really does. You should have seen him last week’s date! Watching those muscles work as he dicked Winter down so good... I came all over that Josie plushy he got me!”

“That does sound hot,” Cammy replies. “Otherwise, I saw you brought in a new guy during your last date? That tattooed guy who has a swimmer build like my Felix?"

“Oh, yeah, Harith!” Mona chirps, starting to drool a little, “He was soooooo good! Like, he filled me so utterly! I kind of felt inadequate that I couldn’t take much of him in. And he made sure that I was ready the whole time. Best sex of my life!”

Mona squeezes her thighs together, then continues, “Oh, and that bod! Rawr! Strong enough to carry me around, but not so big that I couldn’t wrap my legs around his waist. And those abs? So hawt!”

“Now that does sound very, very hot,” Cammy concurs, “Kind of reminds me of Felix’s build honestly, as he’s this perfect mid point between slim versus jacked.”

Cammy openly stares at Felix while she says that and winks at him when he noticed her. She then makes a very dirty blowjob motion with her mouth for later, which makes him blush. Mona giggles.

“He’s so cute when he’s embarrassed,” Cammy says, “It doesn’t happen as much in the bunker, because... well, everything is super horny, or super emotional. It’s hard to feel anything after you’ve been blindfolded and had to listen to the voices of everyone you’re with tear you apart...”

Mona grins, trying to comfort the cute boy as she shouts, “It’s okay, Felix. I got tied up during my harem’s first challenge too! Your girls will rescue you if it happens again, I am sure of it!”

They both laugh over it, as Felix goes back to talking to the guy next to him. Cammy says, “We’re going to be stuck together soon, let the poor boy hang out with the guys for a bit.”

Mona nods, taking a moment to drink in his physique, then adds to Cammy, “And someone should have told me that he was allowed to wear shorts for the wedding. I think that some of the others would have gone topless in solidarity if I suggested that instead. Ooh, you think that anyone stripped down anyways? Who has the biggest cock? Inquiring minds want to know...”

“Felix gets away with shorts because he has a transformation that requires the harem to approve what he wears,” Cammy replies. “It’s really like all the people you see forced to be naked. So alas, I think only he gets to get away with just cargo shorts.”

“That’s a shame. It’s really a nice dick to look at. I bet Kevin would have liked to see it.”

“As for dick size, in my experience, past a certain size it just kind of gets painful,” Cammy said. “Felix’s dick got increased to a relatively standard porn size, and I think the main reason it doesn’t hurt is because of some help I got from the demon. You blame yourself, but honestly, I think Harith just sounds oversized to the extreme. There’s a difference between a dick on display versus a dick that’s actually fun, as it were.”

Mona is confused by the concept of too much of a good thing. She shakes it off, for a different pervy fancy strikes her, “Hey, look at that guy in the suit. He looks like the type that would know how to handle us in the bedroom. I mean, he’s a little thin, but that confident grin? Confidence is it’s own kind of sexy. The girl on his arm is really sexy too. I wonder what a threeway with them would be like...”

“Eh, he’s too much of a wife guy for that,” Cammy says dismissively. “Felix was telling me he kind of struggles with this whole harem thing in part because he isn’t used to the idea of fucking people he isn’t in a romantic relationship with. I’m sure that will change, but he’s got a bit before he can do the threesome thing I think. I get what you mean though, he does come off as the right kind of lustful for that sort of thing.”

“Oh, that’s his wife?! Good for him! I’m sure they’ll get into the whole harem lifestyle soon!”

“How else have you been?” Cammy’s tone becomes a little more serious. “Deal with that dickhead Craig?”

That is a conversation Mona doesn’t want to have right now. She has done her best not to think about those few vague words. Everything that happened. Frankly, if she dwells on it, she will probably speculate so negatively about it that she’ll start crying, which is a total party foul. So, Mona scans the room, looking for a new sexy guy to perv on as she answers, “I don’t know. The part of his date night that he planned really sucked. I hoped the romance lesson from Harith sticks. I guess I will find out in the morning? Ooh, what about that guy?”

Cammy could take a hint, and decides to let sleeping dogs lie, although she suspects that Craig has been eliminated, or otherwise removed. Assholes like that never learned their lesson, something she had learned the hard way from her college years.

“Oh, it’s Van!” Cammy replies. “Damn, that guy has really been through some shit. He honestly kind of needs a harem of superheroes given the threats that seem to come his way.”

“Yeah, and he needs to wear that speedo more. Rawr!”

Mona would have kept going, but then she sees it. A couple of drow twins aggressively flirting with cute boy Master Van. She’s seemingly the only one who notices Van stunned, sweating bullets and overwhelmed by the situation. I need to save him!

“Sorry, Cammy, but duty calls. I have a sub to get back in line! Talk to you in a bit?”

Mona doesn’t wait for a reply. Instead, she points to Summer and uses Message to whisper, “Summer, don’t make me find whichever of your moms will be most annoyed by what you two are doing.”

The return message is a whine, “But he’s a cute boy and there aren’t many here!”

Muttering, “Summer,” under her breath, Mona starts making her way to the trio, grabbing her plate of cookies for energy and moral support. She barely notices the two-headed girl watching her move past (that’s a weird transformation!). While she moves, she fires off a Message to Winter, “What are you two doing?!”

“I am being a good wingman for my sister. I wasn’t going to do anything with him without your and Kevin’s go ahead.”

By the time she processed that, she is already at the group. A quick emotion check on Van lets her know that he’s flustered and a little overwhelmed. Time to help a cute boy! Mona feels so adult when she starts to diffuse the situation, “Ok. Van needs a bit of a party break right now. Try Felix?”

A pair of mischievous grins cross the twins’ faces. Winter looks around and sees the other cute boy Master and nudges his sister. They stalk away quickly and quietly. Van still looks stunned.

“Hi, Van! Wanna cookie? They are so good and I have had so many!”

Mona offers him her plate of cookies. He grabs one, numbly and randomly. The chocolate and sugar does its magic. Van slowly starts to breathe again. Mona is glad she got some experience leading bigger people as she gently directs Van towards a little alcove in the hall.

The first words out of his mouth is, “That is quite the outfit.”

Mona beams, “I know, right! And the giant naked purple lady agreed, so you got good taste!”

They both risk a look at the towering woman, laughing at some joke from a weirdo in a set of maintenance job overalls. She winks at them.

They both make the responsible decision of looking at Mona’s T-shirt instead. Mona slipped out of her dress and into something more casual for the reception, despite Tyalangan’s insistence she should “dress the part” of a respectable mistress: a Wai-Fu Quest T-shirt (this time with Van on it!), her Hibachi Dino foam T-Rex hat, a ruffled skirt, pantyhose, and some sneakers. It is a very good look!

Mona breaks the silence. “Oh, thank you for the letter. I thought a lot about it. I even sent a reply!”

It takes a few moments for things to click for Van. He blushes a little (Soooo cute!), then mutters, “I thought that was just a weird dream...” He coughs, saying a little louder, “You must be Mona.”

Mona smiles so wide. A cute boy knows my name! Wait, bad Mona. You need to be friends with Van, not a pervert, right now. She pushes her cookie plate to Van if he wants another.

“So, how you holding up, Van? With the show and everything?”

“Oh, me?” He looks away towards the crowd like he wants to find someone to give him permission to speak openly. “I suppose overwhelmed is the only word that fits everything.”

He idly toys with the remains of his cookie, eyes searching Mona’s outfit. “I thought my world was crazy before all of this. Now? I don’t even know where to start.”

Van’s gaze travels across her merch, a crinkle forming at the corner of his eyes at the foam dinosaur head. “Everyone here has such an amazing story to tell, you included. I think maybe I’ll be okay too.”

Eeeh! A cute boy said I have an amazing story! No, bad Mona. Focus.

“I’m not going to act like I got it figured out or anything, but I think I have found a groove that works for me. I need to be better for them and, I guess, for myself. I don’t know how much help I can actually be, but, if you need it, I will try. I am sure that Mr. Cooper or Tyalangan can give you much better advice than I can.”

Mona grabs a cookie off of the plate and takes a bite, to give herself a little time to think. “I had a... run-in with Banshee yesterday. She reminds me so much of one of my fiancées, Tegan. Tomorrow is my date night with her for the round and I am kind of bracing myself for a disaster. She’s so... angry. Angry at the show. Angry at the audience. Angry at herself, specifically at her desires that she vehemently denies at almost every opportunity. I am afraid that she is going to self-destruct before she can sort through her mess of emotions. Banshee is the same. One conversation and it just... kind of blew up in my face?”

“I... didn’t know. I’m...”

“Van, it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t hers, either. Not really. One of my transformations lets me read people’s emotions and I saw hers and I called her out on some things she might not even be aware of. I was mad; she gave me the ‘I am socially obliged to be polite to you’ look that my parents use on me all the time... Wait... sorry about bringing up parents. That might be a touchy subject... I’d be happy to apologize for my part if she’s willing to accept it. But there is something dark and deep seated in there.”

“I’m no expert at this sort of thing.” He twists his hands together, shoulder tense. “I’m... I’m still working on something myself. Fiona is stronger than me when it comes to these things, but in a way I worry it makes her brittle.”

He smiles in a tired way, “Oh, she’d hate me for that one. But, I don’t know what the best approach would be. What I’m doing doesn’t seem to work.” He pauses to shrug, “Or maybe it does and I can’t see it yet because she’s so prickly.”

“I know this though,” his tone turns serious. “She would run into a fire to save you without thinking. Her anger, misplaced or misunderstood, doesn’t get in the way of who she is at her core.”

He takes a deep breath and stands, “Thank you for helping me. I know you didn’t have to step in and some people would have let me squirm. Your letter meant a lot to me as well, even though I thought it was a weird dream at the time.” He lets out a small laugh, “Maybe that’s a good way to describe you in general, a weird dream that means a lot to people.” A rare boyish grin loosened something in his face. “I’ll pass on your apology to Fiona, and your well wishes. I think it will help.”

Okay, Mona, seriously, stop. Think about how cute Winter is! Mona takes a few seconds to press down her horny urges, then adds, “And, if she won’t confront it, let her know that the audience loves to mess with the obstinate ones. The things they have done to Tegan... okay, not going to lie, I find them hawt, but I am a horny little gremlin. Your audience has less ability to mess with your girls than mine does, but, if Verena puts a transformation on Fiona’s vote that would put her in a place to force her to comply, they’d likely vote for it to win.”

The cookie peps Mona up after that downbeat. “Anyways, enough bummer talk, this is a party! Do you want to platonically dance? Or, ooh, that lifting contest thing I proposed yesterday during the lunch speech thingy! Do you want to do that?”

Van thanks her and moves to re-join the crowded room, but pauses at the edge to take a deep breath like a swimmer preparing for rough seas. Just before taking the plunge, he half turns. “I’ll see if they can send you any more Wai-Fu Quest stuff they have. Apparently there’s a video game and I heard someone say something about booster packs? Maybe I’ll be a collectible one day.”

Mona points at her T-shirt, “Oh, we already are!” She watches Van blend back into the crowd, chewing a little on her lower lip. I hate to see him go, but I love to watch him leave. Bad Mona!

The Show-Runner

A brief, temporary note: Next week’s publication push will be a few days later than normal. The last few collab chapters require some specific timing with the mainline story. I’m guessing 19 Oct? We will see exactly when the trigger event happens.