The Reunion Episode, Part 1: Morning Filming

Harper

Harper rouses out of her reverie with Scarlet and Alex in her bed, the former giving the queen one of her patent pending **** grip bear hugs, the later snuggling into the crook of the queen’s shoulder, grabby in her own, less suffocating way. The sea elf kisses her third and fifth wife in turn, then Misty Steps out of their grip. She has extra work to do today. Filming a “Day in the Life” for the epilogue. And, just like every other day, Harper has a busy itinerary.

“Hey, love,” Scarlet murmurs, still staying in bed, turning her grip onto their beloved valkyrie, “where you off to? We got a party tonight.”

Harper walks back to stroke Scarlet’s hair. “I know we do, but I still have a Queendom to run. And other duties today, like coordinating with Ms. E for our little trip. You did want to see how Marissa is getting along.”

Harper keeps the fact that the sea elf is handling all the Host magic functions for the three of them necessary for their trip to herself (save for Arabella’s offer to repress some transformations). She still needs to coordinate, but that will be a quick text exchange. Still, as much as she hates lying to her companions, she doesn’t want to face them about the deal she made with Eilistraee yet. The queen and mistress is afraid of the chaos that will arise, once the secret is out. Maybe when the set wing is complete.

Scarlet narrows her eyes, but nods. She knows I’m hiding something. “I’ll see you at breakfast then, love?”

“Unless you wanna join us at the gym in about 45 minutes.”

Alex murmurs, “5 more minutes, mommy,” then snuggles into Scarlet deeper.

Harper gives Scarlet another kiss, then moves to the balcony, where a cool water slide down to the main pool awaits. Probably the most dramatic opening shot she can get, at the moment. She preforms some Prestidigitation to make a light effect and jumps into the slide, making sure the Hotel camera is following behind. The first time Harper used the slide, she didn’t see the loop and was pleasantly surprised. Daphne really, really loves her water slides. Splashing down, she directs the camera to watch the sea elf rise to the surface from the side. Cresting, hair automatically pushing the water out of her face, dripping water down her bare breasts, her six pack abs.

Time to address the camera. It’s nice to direct my own reunion episode. It’ll be some good practice. Harper winks at the camera, and starts a little monologue, “Good morning, perverts! Hope you enjoyed the show. Welcome to Nimlith Grove, a lovely little seaside Queendom on the iconic Mithril Coast of our new land. It’s been a couple of years, by our perspective. Time dilation effects and all that. I’m sure that our final episode has played for the basic Harem Hotel Hereafter subscribers by now, so it is time for you little voyeurs to see how we’ve been doing since we killed a particular hag. Come on and join me for a little ‘Day in the Life’ action. It’ll be a trip.”

Skye

Skye wakes up from both her reverie and her rope transformation like she almost always does, with her lady love Harper in between her legs, providing some aftercare licks to help Skye come down from her orgasm.

Aelene is beside her, also coming out of reverie. The two elves give each other a good morning kiss. Harper watches while giving Skye a final few strokes with her tongue, “So, what’s the plan for you two today?”

Aelene answers first, as she often does, “Well, with the party tonight, I was planning on supervising the elven children in their lessons, after completing my military duties.”

Skye pouts a little, “I so rarely get to watch Mama Aelene in action. Would Andy be disappointed if I stay behind?”

“Probably not, but Emi might.”

“Oh, that reminds me!” Skye hops out of bed. I need to bring the origami cat I made for her. Skye grabs the mithril cat and sticks it in her inventory. “I need to get a cute little rope ribbon for Ms. Cat-ppurr. A project for after her morning duties. Shall either of my lovely wives join me in making breakfast for our family?”

“Sorry, Skye, but I need to check on some other things before breakfast. Aelene might.” Harper waves as she heads out the door.

“Well, Mama Silmerana, shall we get started on breakfast?”

Honey

Honey is present in her pre-dawn quiescence. While her body is just as frozen stiff as other elvenoids when they slumber, Honey’s eyes are open, watching her nest, her mind active. In fact, she is reading a treaty proposal as she “stands guard.” One of the reasons she was able to graduate from law school so quickly was that she could do her reading assignments while her fellow students slept.

It is a night like any other. Honey knows her body will warm and she will be able to move again in a few hours. The hatchery, her nest, is quiet, save for the sound of her children feeding on spider monster flesh. None of the wasp children have shown Honey’s hyper intelligence yet, but Honey knows that it is a matter of time. Tina’s low key addiction to hatching bunny-girls alone will ensure that Honey’s exit transformation will pay off eventually. It’s as inevitable as cat-girls.

So, it is of some surprise that her Mate would enter the hatchery so early. She approaches and asks, “How’s my favorite lawyer?”

Speaking is difficult while in quiescence, but Honey manages, “Adequate, Mate.”

“Good.”

Honey follows Harper with her eyes as the sea elf surveys the room, checking on wasp-girl larvae and eggs yet to be hatched alike. She pauses in front of Tina’s most recently fertilized egg.

“Whose is this?” Harper asks, her pheromones smelling like she already knows the answer.

“Ms. Campbell was very generous with fertilizing more of my eggs in exchange for one of her own.”

A waft of annoyance, mixed with a strong smell of a sense that those children will also have Harper’s love and affection. Harper sighs, “So, bunny daughters 39 to 42 or 43. She’s giving it the old college try to keep pace with you, huh?”

“Actually, Ms. Campbell is slightly behind the average hoppalong child count, for someone of her age, sex, and time here. A hoppalong female with five years of sexual activity would typically have approximately 60 children.”

A hint of surprise. “Huh. Anticipating me barring her from the room or something?”

“A lawyer always needs to prepare counters to opposing arguments.”

Harper walks over to gently hold Honey’s neck, stroking her in the one spot where her head plate meets her neck that makes Honey’s heart go pitter-patter in her abdomen. “Are you okay, love? You spend a lot of time down here alone.”

“I am fine, Mate. The children need a guardian, and I am compelled to offer it.”

Harper again emits a blast of surprised pheromones. “Hmm… Maybe you are slowly figuring out emotions after all. I love you, Mate.”

And, knowing that Honey still doesn’t know how to respond to that, Harper gives her a kiss between her eyes and teleports away. I want to understand, Mate. I just can’t right now.

Josie

“Alright ladies, 30 second dance break!”

Josie can hear the old lady roll her eyes, like she always does at the dance break active rest calls; Harper likes to dance but, when she’s at the gym, she wants to be suffering. Tina’s bouncy dance is always distracting; the bonny bunny beams during these breaks. Her sweet tooth keeps Tina from getting completely toned, but Josie appreciates the softness her bunny-girlfriend has anyways. Alex, every day a little closer to her dream of looking like a babe on the cover of a heavy metal album, shakes her booty by Tina, laughing. And, of course, the dozen or so other class participants dance to the beat from the gym speakers.

“C’mon, my liege, live a little!” a particularly whimsical noblewoman exclaims. The old lady huffs as she just continues to do crunches, waiting for the next bag round “being productive.”

I guess I will give her what she wants for the last round. “Alright, ladies. Last round…”

“…Best round!” everyone but Harper cheers.

“Jab, cross, check jab, jab, cross, right roundhouse, left side kick, left roundhouse, right side kick, 8-count burpee. Go!”

Most of Josie’s class groans; a long combo with a burpee at the end is both rough and expected for the last bag round. Harper, still stubbornly holding onto her defensively terrible fighting stance, just gets to work. Josie wanders around the mat, giving little pointers to those that want it, repeating the combo to those that need it.

The bell gongs and so many of her class members collapse into the mat, with various levels of drama. Harper just does the post-workout stretches and cleans up after herself. She pokes Tina after the hoppalong whines from the effort, “You okay, my bonny bunny?”

“Dying!!!!!!” the melodramatic rabbit groans.

Harper scoops the bunny up and puts her in a fireman’s carry. This is a pretty common occurrence, post training session. Alex cleans up for Tina, booping the bunny on the nose. Josie, having finished up with the others, jogs over.

“Joining us for breakfast, Josie, or do you have to teach the next class?” Harper asks.

One of Josie’s employees is already starting the pre-class spiels. Josie smirks, “I suppose I can grace you with my presence, old lady. Not everyday you get to be seen with such a celebrity.”

Alex lets out a stretching grunt, “Yup, I am a pretty big deal.”

Tina just groans like a grumpy little baby, still laid out across Harper’s shoulders. Everyone else giggles a little, then the three of them walk back to the castle.

Josie is happy and has been for a long time. She has a job she loves: running the gym, helping people stay strong and sexy, is much more rewarding than peddling prescriptions from unscrupulous doctors. Her staff is great. Her clients are generally good. Her Insta-thot account is a surprisingly fun place to advertise.

Josie’s home life is pretty great, too. Between Tina and Nyadia and the occasional special guest, Josie never sleeps alone. She has like a solid half dozen girlfriends to lean on. And most of her other harem-sisters are like actual sisters.

She turns to look at Harper’s face. She thinks back to how Harper was at the beginning; the sea elf grew so much. She’s quite happy to have her as her best friend (with benefits). Life is good.

Tina

Harper carries Tina all the way to the entrance of the castle’s private harem wing: the locker room. Since everyone goes naked in the harem wing (the harem kiddos all living in the nursery wing instead), it makes sense to have a room for dressing and undressing first thing. That way, the staff can wash clothes and return them at one convenient place.

Once Harper squats to let Tina down, the bonny bunny pouts, “You know, you didn’t have to carry me around like that, cutie.”

Harper smirks and nibbles on one of Tina’s drooping bunny ears, “But I wanted to hold my bonny bunny close.”

“But princess carry...”

“...is much harder to do for an entire city block like the old lady just lugged you around, Rabbit.”

Tina turns her pout towards her wolf-girlfriend, who picks up the now nude bunny in a princess carry. Tina gives Josie an affectionate lick along the collarbone. Alex gives Harper a light hip check, and the four of them head to breakfast.

And, breakfast, as usual, is quite a nice spread. Between the harem, their dozens of children, and various other guests and dignitaries, Skye physically can’t cook for everyone. She still helps make things, but spends quite a bit of time supervising servants as the Royal Steward. Harper sits at the head of the table, says a quick prayer to Tina’s witchy boss, and starts going through morning reports while using her hair to feed herself. Josie pours the bunny into her chair and sits beside her, rubbing her hands at the breakfast meats. Nyadia yawns her way to Tina’s other side and just grabs her portion of meats without much fuss. The others slowly meander in: Skye from the kitchen with the last bits of breakfast, Aelene from the locker room, Scarlet from the royal bedchamber, most of the others from the harem girl bedrooms above. Soon enough, everyone but the pool-bound Daphne is eating at the table.

“So,” Harper begins, “itinerary for the day. Scarlet, Skye, and I have a birthday party to attend, so I’m only doing a half-day of court, then the three of us are going to get ready. Aelene already volunteered to handle the elven children this afternoon. Tina, feel like being responsible mom today for Skye?”

Gulp!

“Ah, sure, cutie. I can try to be a good mom!” Tina answers out loud, then whisper-shouts to her girlfriends around her, “HELP!”

“Got the gym to run, Rabbit. Sorry.”

“I will assist. Be nice to spend some time with Mewlan and Meonica. Along with all of the bunnies.”

Left unsaid, the fact that there are 38 harem bunny-babies. And some of them are starting to become teenagers!

“And I am sure that the others will help, too. Also, Arabella made another fan-mail call and I plan on dropping off our mail while we are there. So, if you all can try to make sure everyone gets something, I’d appreciate it. Can someone tell Daph? I’m needed in court pretty soon.”

Scarlet’s already halfway out the door, carrying Daphne’s breakfast bucket of raw fish. “I’m on it, love.”

“Great. Any other news or things for the good of the harem?”

Hearing none, the sea elf stands and heads to prepare for a morning of probably boring meetings. Tina doesn’t know how Harper can stand it. Well, at least she won’t have her ears pulled by grabby toddler children. Probably.

Mattie

Sarge looks a little bored, sitting on her throne. The sea elf is dealing with the petty civil squabbles of court life purely out of obligation. After listening to a pair of noblewomen from one of Nimlith Grove’s vassal states bring another set of whining complaints to the queen (the third time these nobles have besought the throne to resolve their dispute this week), she rolls her eyes and nudges a couple of guards over to her. Drawing both guards’ backup swords from their sheathes, she tosses them at the grumbling nobles. “Either work out your frustrations with a swordfight or a good finger fucking. I don’t particularly care which.”

The nobles look shocked, aghast that a queen would not just politely sit through their bullshit. The locals are not, though Nerves is shaking her head in the back of the court. Sarge has gotten a reputation of not tolerating whining, seeing it not befitting nobility. Mattie supposes she needs her agents to spread the word around a little better amongst the crown’s allies and vassals.

Sarge points at the swords, then at them. Both start apologizing to the other at the same time. Then they start arguing about who is being more gracious. Sarge clears her throat; they apologize again and scurry out of the throne room, leaving what little dignity they had left behind.

Blue buzzes in next to present a series of adjustments and edits to the treaty with the neighboring queendom she has been working on. Funnily enough, the biggest sticking point is that Sarge is not wanting another wife. Alliances are, like in medieval times, mostly sealed via political marriages. Sarge is not wanting to expand the harem for a potentially temporary alliance. It makes sense, but the idea of using guarantees other than spouses for international diplomacy is radical for this world.

Mattie espies an agent for said potential ally, making observations. She nods in the spy’s direction, expecting one of her agents to counterspy.

A few more petty cases, and Sarge is done with the public portion of her half-day at court. The sea elf takes her leave to her private office behind the throne, waiting for reports from her subordinates, like Mattie. Mattie follows the crowd leaving the court, keeping half an eye on the opposing spy. Once she’s sure the spy has either left or cast Invisibility, Mattie doubles back, slipping into Sarge’s office.

Nerves and Polly are both there, Nerves at attention like a good soldier, Polly lazing in an overstuffed chair like a cocky pirate. Sarge is sitting at her desk, seeing Mattie walk in. “You catch the Drelagara Meadow spy in the crowd, my royal spymaster?”

“I saw ‘em. Got one of mine tailing.”

Sarge smiles and nods, “Good. Just make sure we don’t start an international incident.”

“Fair enough, Sarge.”

Sarge turns to Nerves. “Any news from our troops, my lovely Knight-Commander?”

Polly squawks, “BORED!” A chain grows from Polly’s chain, ending in arm’s reach of Sarge. The siren smirks as the sea elf grabs the chain and tugs. Polly stumbles out of the chair.

“Alright, my bratty birdie, under the desk. We both know you want to.”

Polly crawls under the desk and starts to kiss in between Sarge’s thighs, shaking her head feathers to tickle and tease. The queen strokes Polly’s head, and looks up to Nerves again (who is, of course, very annoyed). “Well, my lovely Knight-Commander, now that my Admiral has something to do, any news from our troops?”

Sarge tries to pay attention as Polly eats her out; the sea elf does a pretty decent job. Most of her report is bog standard, but Nerves reports a little dissatisfaction from some troops at a particular outpost. Despite Sarge being rather generous with pay increases, they want more. Mattie offers to send an agent, but Sarge turns her down. “Send word that I will listen to their complaints, but remind them that they are being paid significantly better than the troops from other queendoms. They may not get what they want.”

“Since my Admiral’s mouth is occupied, my Royal Spymaster, what do you have for me?”

Mattie submits her compilation of her latest reports. Sarge listens, grinding on Polly’s face. Her agents generally given “all’s good” accounts. A couple of potential spotty submissions were made, mostly on the other continent. Sarge nods, expecting something like that. She directs Nerves and Polly to coordinate, come up with some tentative plans to intervene, if necessary. Better safe than sorry.

Then Sarge shudders as she cums from Polly’s ministrations. When she returns from the heights of her orgasm, the sea elf pulls Polly up to eye level via the ring on her collar. They kiss, Polly cumming in return. “Now, my bratty birdie, report.”

Polly’s anti-piracy campaign is going well. The Nimlith Grove navy repelled several pirate attacks. One was flying the colors of Siiluth Beach, which is mildly disturbing. Privateering could be a real problem. Mattie is already plotting out orders to the agents she has stationed there. With a final teasing feather tickle, Polly sashays to the other side of the desk. Sarge gives her a swat right below the tail feathers right before the siren gets out of reach. Polly giggles and winks and Sarge rolls her eyes again.

“Anything else, ladies?”

Nerves salutes, only for Sarge to stand up and give her wife a kiss before she leaves. Polly just sashays away, having gotten what she wanted. Mattie hesitates, but takes her goodbye kiss and skedaddles. She knows Sarge is hiding something. That third wing has some disturbing tech installed; Mattie has sneaked her way in and out of there enough to see it. But, she doesn’t see the point in confronting her about it now. Sarge will come clean sooner or later. Hopefully, she does before whatever she has secret blows up in her face.