So The Game Begins Properly

Tyalangan

Tyalangan knows she should probably start getting to work. It’s almost 3 AM. But, her cute little drow is right here in bed and needs to satisfy her. So, she savors the lavender sweetness of her wife on her tongue as she curls a finger inside her. Skye, still in her reverie, squirms a little under her wife’s ministrations.

Her other wife in her bed for the night (Aelene) brushes some of Tyalangan’s hair out of her face. The Host shivers at the sensation as the high elf asks, “Are you just going to keep teasing our wife, Tari Tyalangan? You do have work to do.”

The sea elf slips a second finger in Skye and picks up the pace of her circuitous licks around the drow’s little purple button. Skye moans out, “This one needs your touch, Mistress!” as she bucks her hips, seeking more friction.

Tyalangan works her magic. Even without the transformation assistance, she has had a lot of practice at this. It still makes her heart swell to see her wives fall apart. She feels Skye tighten on her fingers, and the Host focuses on Skye’s clit. A few more moments, and the drow shudders in climax.

Tyalangan beckons Aelene over and lets the high elf taste their wife on the Host’s lips. The three of them smile as the kiss ends. Sucking on her fingers, the sea elf creeps out of bed and dives into the saltwater pool around it. A waterproof tablet summoned from her inventory, the Host checks on both the show and her schedule while resting her lungs. Initial feedback is interesting. She wants to do a good job and was frankly surprised that there is a hunger for some male contestants that don’t have to go through what she did on her time on the show. Some of the vote results are also surprising. Some contestants will NOT be happy, but Mona generally will be. She sees she’ll need to use her veto and mulls over exactly how to handle it. The situation is tricky this go around, especially as she is following the more traditional veto rules for this season.

She hops into Vix’s perspective for a moment (not that she can’t check in by watching the camera feeds, but Vix’s perspective is more natural), seeing Mona sleeping, content in her bed. The girl needs a chance to grow up, to discover herself. The gamer reminds her a little of Añil; maybe she can make up for some of her mistakes from the last season. Hopefully, heavy on the carrot, light on the stick will encourage the girl to care for the others?

Tyalangan sees her wives standing at the edge of the pool; she pushes herself up to the point where her eyes and ears are above the water line. Aelene declares, “Lady Silmerana and I are about to head out. You check the Hotel security report from Mattie yet?”

Tyalangan shakes her head no.

“Do it, Tari Tyalangan. You have a situation to handle.”

The sea elf gives a thumbs up symbol as she watches her wives head towards the showers. She enjoys the view, then sinks back into the water. Flicking her way to security, she rolls her eyes. Of course. He had to be an asshole.

Into the staff water tubes Tyalangan slips. Time to deal with the mess in the Brig.

Mona

Mona awakes to the sensation of toe beans being smacked into her cheek. Mona snorts, brushing the fae fox aside. Vix yips to avoid Mona’s groggy movements.

“Mona, get up. You should be heading down for the meeting in about half an hour,” Ophelia shouts from somewhere closer to the entrance to the Suite.

Mona groans and trudges her way out of bed. She is too used to sleeping the day away. Ophelia looks waaaaay too chipper this morning. Laid out for her is... breakfast. Two plates of a very weird looking breakfast. Mona sits down in front of one of them and pokes at her plate with a fork.

“Why are my scrambled eggs white with green stuff in it? Scrambled eggs are yellow.”

Ophelia sits to another plate of the same. “No yolks mean the egg whites stay white. Sauteed spinach mixed in for some veggies in breakfast. Got a small apple for you as a carb source. You want coffee, some tea, or an energy drink, in addition to water?”

Asking for an energy drink, Ophelia pops out one from a brand she hasn’t seen before with a masturbating bunny-girl logo. Ophelia answers, “Locally sourced. Sugar-free. A slightly different mix of extras than you are used to, mostly stuff to help burn fat and increase muscle recovery after exercise. This is all the caffeine you’re getting today on the diet, so enjoy.”

Mona slurps the can. At least it tastes good. She starts to eat her eggs, after adding a little gochujang to it for flavor. This is the first time she felt “too full” on a diet. As much as she likes the apple, she struggles to finish the whole thing after the eggs. This diet is weird.

Ophelia hands Mona a big travel mug of water, a shakey bottle of some powder, and makes sure Mona puts on her fitness tracker watch. “Can I ask why this diet is so weird?” Mona asks as she plops the water and bottle in her inventory (I have an inventory!).

“You can, but bug Mama Josie. She’ll expect you in the gym sometime today. As for the rest of your pre-lunch directions, drink all that water before lunch. Refill it with more water, if you need to, but drink all of it. If you get hungry, add water to the shakey bottle. That is your snack.”

Yummy abs wolf Wulf? Oh, yeah. Hot. Wait? I get a snack on this diet and it’s weird powder? Really? Ophelia gently pushes the Mistress out of her Suite as her mind wanders. So, it is with some irritation that Mona trudges her way down the stairs. Andromeda is waiting for Mona in the common area of the fourth floor, humming along to the old people music as if she knows the tune. Mona can’t help but notice that Andromeda looks... tired. Very tired.

The gamer girl greets Mona with, “Still in your pajamas, Mona?”

Mona looks down and moans. “Why didn’t Ophelia tell me?”

“You look... presentable at least.”

“Thanks, Andromeda. That’s what I wanted to hear.”

The two walk down the spiral stairwell, continuing to chat. Andromeda asks, “I suppose Ophelia is your personal maid? The one assigned to the room I get the pleasure of sharing with Tegan is interesting.”

“Oh, that’s nice. Everyone has a maid to help with stuff. How is yours interesting?”

“Tina’s daughter. Made really good cookies. She’s really friendly and... forward.”

Mona thinks back to spending hours masturbating alongside Ophelia. “When you say forward...”

“You’ll probably see. For now, I suppose we have the morning meeting to look forward to.”

The twosome is at the bottom of the stairwell and enter into a mild riot. Craig is strapped to a bondage cross fully dressed, struggling against his bindings, and several of the others are demanding answers. The Host acts like the complaints are beneath her, resting her hand on the pommel of her sword and arching an eyebrow at Mona. Tina nervously ushers Mona to take a seat on her throne. The Mistress feels just as nervous, but sits, stammering, “Uh, hi guys. What’s going on?”

“Good morning, Mona,” the Host greets, as if Craig being lashed to a sexy toy is no big deal, “I hope you slept well. Shall we get our morning production meeting started?”

Mona looks at her harem (I have a harem!), taking in the other’s state of mind. Andromeda looks shocked and confused (That’s not normal). Tegan looks furious (That’s very normal) and a little weird, since she’s basically bald right now. B looks somewhere between amused and annoyed. Kevin somewhere between relieved and terrified. Ms. O’Connor-Peters looks angrier than Mona could ever recall. And Craig has **** in his eyes.

Mona stammers again, “Uh, can I get that explanation first?”

Tyalangan merely replies, “That can be the first item on the itinerary. Shall we?”

Mona nods, so the Host opens the meeting with a presenters voice laced spiel, “Greetings, Mistress, contestants, and my dear perverts from across the multiverse. Welcome back to Harem Hotel. We all learned some things about our contestants last night, did we not? Well, we will start with the Craig situation.”

Mona leans forward on her throne, curious about what justifies locking Craig up.

“Your contestants, dear Mona, were given time to explore and interact yesterday. Just about everyone did something at least benign, if not exactly productive. Tegan visited the range to practice archery. Kevin researched about the class mechanics. Gaia explored the gardens. Tessa went to the gym to ask some rather pointed personal questions. Andromeda visited the Hotel library for research purposes. Mr. Dougie, on the other hand, went out to the Royal Quarter to get laid. He would have cheated on the harem bond multiple times if it were not for a law I passed in anticipation of this season. In fact, he was about two or three rounds of drinks away from getting a threesome with a couple of my great granddaughters before he was caught breaking curfew. He also skipped out on his bar tab he owed another one of my great granddaughters.”

WHAT?!?!?!?!? Eww, gross! I didn’t sign up for NTR! Mona internally rages but tries to keep it together. Craig looks like he wants to punch someone. She notices that the others look a lot less angry at Craig’s situation.

Craig: XP Penalty Overridden by Host Punishment (Made Mistress very upset)

Andromeda asks a less than relevant question, but one Mona is interested in nonetheless, “You have adult great grandchildren? Really?”

Mona gets up out of her throne as Tyalangan replies, “Between my harem has had well over 800 bunny-daughters over the century we have been here and subsequent intermingling, a solid 60% of the adult hoppalong population in town is related to Tina in some capacity.”

The Host does not stop the Mistress as Mona approaches the bondage cross. She tries to phrase this nicely; she thinks she nailed it, “I get you didn’t choose this Craig, but we are going to be together for a long time. I am responsible for you. You need to realize that. And this? This is MINE!”

Craig still looks murderously angry. Mona grabs Craig’s crotch anyways. No notification ding? It feels weirdly unyielding. And cold, even through his pants. She flicks Craig’s crotch and it tinks. Wha?

Tyalangan answers the unasked question, holding up a key on a cord, “Mr. Dougie owes a debt to the Crown. Between the bar tab and the fine, about 40 BP worth. He is to wear that cage until he earns enough BP to pay me back. Now, he can’t be trusted with the key. Do you wish to hold onto it, Mona, or would you rather his room’s maid hold it?”

Gaia finds the punishment hilarious and is making no effort to hide it. The others, either taking it more seriously or being better at subtlety, don’t visibly react. Mona feels like she shows off a lot of eloquence with her response, “Gimme!”

The Host hands off the key. Mona saunters back to the throne, key jangling between her breasts inside her pajama top. MINE! His cock is mine!

“Next on the agenda, poll announcements and the implications thereof. Let’s start with the popularity poll. My bonny bunny, if you will please present the results?”

“You got it, cutie!” Tina, with a wiggle and a wink, casts a Major Image to display the results:

• Andromeda +100 BP
• Tessa +80 BP
• Kevin +60 BP
• Tegan +40 BP
• Gaia +20 BP
• Craig +0 BP

The Host then addresses the room, “There we have it. So, as it is generally advantageous to have the later dates of a week, given trends from previous seasons, dates this week are scheduled in reverse poll placement order. So Craig over there has his date tonight and Andromeda’s date will be the night before our first major quest. A brief reminder of the rules: The date must begin at 6 PM. The contestant will be reporting to the Mistress Suite to begin said date. Hotel staff are available to assist in procuring what the contestant needs for their date plan. Ask. The date can consist of anything within the realm of reasonableness, provided it does not break another game rule. Finally, the contestant must sleep, or do their new species’ equivalent of sleep, in the same bed as the Mistress. No hanky-panky is required. I’d recommend getting to know each other first. That make sense?”

Mona holds Craig’s key through her pajama top as she sees the man scowl. Good. A chance for him to apologize properly, once he’s had a little time to cool off. Then we can learn to like each other well enough to fuck. I’m so getting laid tonight! Eeeeeeeh!

“A couple of quick notes before the big event. One, every contestant, save Craig, will have the opportunity to get a free training session in with our trainers some time after lunch. Since it is Craig’s date night and he should devote this time today planning for it, he can have a free session tomorrow. The appropriate trainers will be present at the canteen during lunch to collect you for your pre-scheduled sessions, but you can also sign up at Dungeons for Damsels after our meeting, if you’d prefer. Two, at the end of the week is our first major quest. The minimum level requirement is Level 3, which will take 18 XP to earn. Keep that in mind.”

“Three, dear perverts, mostly due to some of the transformations that won, we have a few new items in the shop. Take them a look, when you are ready. Some of you have enough points to buy some stuff by now. Maybe we’ll have our first purchases by tomorrow.”

A snap of the fingers, and what looks like a little room vaguely the size of an ADA compliant port-a-potty appears. “Finally, the thing everyone tunes in for: the transformations. One at a time, you will be called up to enter the provided fitting room to experience your first of many changes the game will thrust upon you. We will, of course, present the full text for both the species and background transformations. The class unlock will merely get a mention, as it doesn’t have a real effect until the contestant earns their first level. Oh, and my bonny bunny, can you display ‘The Standard Package’ again? It has been a couple of weeks for our dear perverts in the audience.”

Tina does some finger-guns at the illusion and it updates:

The Standard Package – To best assist our (for now) human friends in integrating with their temporary home, they gain the following:

• A personal pocket dimension for storing small items. See a description of a Bag of Holding for complete details. Storing living matter inside of the pocket dimension will be considered non-sexy ****. The volume of the pocket dimension will increase as the participant levels.
• Access to the ability to scry certain personal details of another person (range: touch). An unwilling target can attempt to resist the scry with a successful Intelligence save. The level of advantage to resist opposing scry attempts and the level of disadvantage for the target to resist a scry attempt from the human both increase as the participant levels.
• A general health boost for the participant, repairing severe injuries and diseases.

Andromeda raises her hand and is called upon, “Did you say a couple of weeks?”

“Oh, yes. Time dilation. This dimension is operating on a different second than the ones our audience reside in. I prefer to at least let you experience the time difference as something less discombobulating than a mere few seconds for the entire voting period. You are welcome.”

My head hurts.

The Host continues after a pause. “We will call you up based on how popular your winning vote was, from most to least decisive. First up, Tessa.”