Some Time Alone

After opening up with each other, the Karalis could relax more as a family, and Veronica even admitted she had a lovely time. The cooking was literally divine, as the servants made the best Greek chicken and rice the mortals had ever tasted. Hector put the World Series game on in the background. While enjoying his favorite sport was a refreshing change of pace, anticipating who wins now felt weirdly unimportant compared to the new stakes of his life. Hector realized he cared more about the mystery of whatever tomorrow's challenge would be and hoping all the harem members get along. As Veronica and Penelope were leaving, he had a request for them.

"Could you please do me a favor: get the other six to join us for breakfast. I want to clear the air, and tomorrow morning gives everyone a chance to settle a bit but before being transformed any more. I know you don't know everyone, but knock on their door and ask. It might come over better from someone in the same position as them."

Penelope could sense his genuine concern, and Veronica didn't need any powers to know when her son really cared about something.

"Yeah, sure thing."

"Of course, sweetheart."

They turned to each other to figure out a plan. "We can obviously talk to our own roommates, and I'll ask Molly and Alexis. Alexis always sticks by me, and Molly probably won't need much convincing, anyway," Penelope began logically.

Veronica went along with that. "Yeah, I can talk to the other room. I don't know Michelle or Sophie, but they seem reasonable, so that should go well enough. Maybe this will get me on Kristie's good side."

****

As the night wore on, Kristie realized three things: her roommate, Veronica, was going to be out for a while, Veronica or anyone else was not having sex with Hector, and she needed to find some food on her own. Nothing in the guest room offered even a hint of being edible. There was no kitchen or microwave or even a cabinet with snacks. There was no bell to obnoxiously summon servants. And there was no map of the mountain that would show places to eat like at a mall. Kristie thought really hard about what food she wanted, but that didn't make a filet mignon appear in front of her. So, with a sigh, she left her room and knocked on the one next door, hoping someone else had a clue.

After a minute of waiting, Carla answered the door. She wore a baby blue bathrobe and had a frustrated look on her face. Her features calmed somewhat upon seeing Kristie, expecting another servant to whisk her away somewhere. She could work with the slender red head. "Can I help you, dear?"

Seeing that Carla looked ready for bed, Kristie suddenly felt a little embarrassed and out of place. "Umm, do you have any idea where we get food here?"

Carla was amused but still frustrated. She had her own appetite, but not for food. "No I do not, and come to think of it, I have not felt hungry since arriving here."

"Weeeell, would you like to look for some together? We could get to know each other."

The second part sounded more appealing to Carla. "Why don't you come take a gander in here. I have an idea."

Kristie shrugged and walked in. She asked for Carla's help, so she might as well follow her directions. When she saw the room was identical to her own, she sat on the bed. Carla seemed to be holding her hands in front of her, which didn't quite seem natural. The current host called out to the host of the show. "Oh, Amelia!"

In the exact same get up as earlier, Amelia popped into the room. "Yes, Carla, you called?"

Kristie slapped her own forehead. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Amelia, would you be so kind as to bring some nourishment for my guest here? And a bottle of reds."

The servant, in her professional capacity, had a feeling where this was going. Even if she was wrong, there was no reason to deny such a simple request. "Of course, right away, Carla. I am glad to see harem members bonding." She snapped her fingers, and lo and behold, a tray with a plate appeared on Kristie's lap. There was indeed a steak and a side of mashed potatoes. A glass of Dionysian wine floated right next to her, and Carla had one in her hand while her left stayed by her thigh. "Enjoy, Kristie! You need only ask." Amelia popped away in the next instant.

As Kristie ate ravenously, Carla stood over her, sipping the exquisite wine. "So, you are also a classmate of Hector's? He must be quite fond of you for you to wind up here."

Kristie looked up. "I could say the same."

"Touché. But only one of us wants a piece of that boy, and he knows only one of us is attainable. How does it feel to be wanted?"

"I mean, it's pretty satisfying when it's someone I like. I'd been thinking of asking him out for a couple weeks, now I can just let things come to me."

Carla smirked at the unknown implications of what Kristie said. "Hmm...tell me, Kristie. Do you consider yourself an open-minded person?"

Kristie put her plate down as she finished her food. "Yeah, I guess so. I'm curious what other people have to say."

"What about what other people have to show you?" With some pizazz, Carla whipped open her bathrobe, revealing her brand-new strap on and nothing else. The device jutted straight out right in front of Kristie's eyes, giving her an up-close view at a likely future. The straps on the legs blended in with Carla's skin tone, and her shapely, fairly large breasts stood proudly. She looked ready to go all night long.

+1 VP for Kristie! Saw a harem member's naked body!

Kristie, though, turned her head away. "Uhhh, no thanks. I'm not really in the mood."

"You don't want to try it out before taking the real one for a ride?"

"No, I think I'll just go. Thanks for dinner." Kristie promptly walked out of the room. She was offended that someone would try that on her so soon. And, walking the few meters back to her own room, she understood why Veronica got mad at her earlier.

Carla huffed, more frustrated at being rejected than being interrupted earlier. She would have been better off continuing to pose in the mirror than answer the door. "Since when do the birds turn me down twice in one day?"

****

Despite feeling relieved and reassured by spending the evening with his family, Hector was happy to have the night by himself, knowing that won't happen again once the dates start. And, now that he has a female form, Hector wants to get to know Erica.

The young woman approached the full-length mirror next to her armoire. She admired her own pretty face, one she had never seen before but looked so familiar. Wait, I look like Penelope. Erica was already planning to feel out her body, but now she had something top of mind to think about. She stripped out of her ill-fitting clothes and examined every inch of herself. Her skin was so pleasantly smooth, and the lack of hair on her chest was refreshing. She raised her arms and massaged her legs, noting that hair remained but shortened in both places. That didn't bother Erica, and she hoped it wouldn't bother anyone else in her harem. This must be how Penelope feels all the time. No wonder she draws so much attention.

Erica turned around and grabbed two handfuls. Her ass was also perfectly smooth and looked more delicate. She tested out a light slap. "Haaah!" Apparently it was more sensitive, too. She slapped herself a couple more times, enjoying the small amount of pain. Maybe Alexis can will take her anger out on me in a more enjoyable way. Erica turned back around and cupped her breasts, getting to do what every man dreams about at some point. She pinched her nipples and let out a small moan. "Hnnnnn." Soon enough Mom's boobs will be flowing with milk again. Maybe the Professor's still are.

Erica pinched and tweaked her nipples for a few more minutes and brought the right one to her mouth, sucking what she could. Better yet, I'll have milk of my own. Her arousal, already high, spiked at that thought. She lowered her right hand to her pussy and felt around. In the mirror, she saw brown hair neatly framing the labia. She rubbed her lips and found her fingers were slick with desire. Erica eagerly brought her hand to her mouth and sucked each finger for all they're worth. I'll drink the juices of all eight of them and breed each of them. Someone will breed me. While enjoying her own taste, Erica stuck her left index finger in and moaned. I don't know how, but it will happen. Maybe Carla's toy really works in every way. She rubbed herself faster, letting her imagination go where it wants to. Erica knows her fantasies really could become reality.

I bet one will grow a huge dick. Molly and her perfect body could rail me from behind while Sophie eats me out. Erica stuck three fingers in and moved her right hand around back. Or we could have the most delectable sandwich. Kristie could pound my ass while I blow my load in my sister. She poked her pointer finger right through the ring and felt around her own asshole as she got closer to climax. Erica moaned louder, uncaring if anyone heard while she finger blasted herself. Oh, we'll have the hottest twincest! Erica cummed on her hand, feeling her juices pour over herself while staring at her own body.

As Erica calmed down and sucked on all her fingers, she admitted something to herself she had only partially noticed before.

I want to fuck them all. And I want them all to fuck me.