The Wedding

Round 4 - Tuesday - Day of Trinity’s Date

Eric looked at himself in the mirror, he looked pretty good if he did say so himself. The bathhouse had been a perfect way to relax, and then a nice haircut, and even the manicure and pedicure made him feel like a million bucks.

He’d just put on the tuxedo that Valerrie had custom made for him. He’d worn tailored suits before, but never anything like that. He couldn’t help but turn to the side, back and forth to admire his reflection. Valerie might have her flaws, but fashion wasn’t one of them.

He was a little ashamed to admit it, but he didn’t actually know how to tie his bowtie. Marcos had promised to do it for him so he headed out to find him. He knocked on the room beside his, “Marcos, you decent?”

“Ya, come in.” Came the reply. Eric opened the door and entered, and was shocked by what he saw. Marcos was wearing a suit, or at least pants and a jacket. He didn’t know that his E-Girl style let him, but apparently it was ok in its current state. Eric could clearly see that underneath the suit jacket he wore nothing else and it was held together by a single button at his belly button. Marcos was actually wearing heels on his feet, voluntarily it seemed. Not just token heels, but 3” stilettos. Finally the most shocking thing about his appearance was his hair, that’s what he’d been doing this morning. He’d dyed it in a red-to-black ombre and had it curled with a braided crown.

“Wow, Marcos you look…” Eric didn’t even know what to say.

“Hot right?” Marcos looked at himself in the mirror briefly, “Oh ya, if I were still a man I’d definitely fuck me.”

“Still a man? Does that mean you…” Again Eric was at a loss for words.

Marcos shrugged, “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. About gender, sexuality. Who I am, who I want to be,” Marcos turned to look straight into Eric’s eye, “And I’ve come to the conclusion that man/woman, gay/straight, I don’t really care anymore. I’m Marcos. I’m in love with Beatriz. When strangers see me they are always going to assume I am a woman, everyone in the Harem thinks of me as a man. The truth is I’m probably both, and neither, and it doesn’t matter. I’m keeping my name, I’ll always be Marcos, but I’ve decided to embrace my body just the way it is. If people want to call me SHE and HER, that’s ok. I won’t be offended. If you want to call me HE and HIM, that’s great, I’ll respond just the same.

There is no use putting all my energy into fighting these transformations. I don’t want to waste my time on that. So I’m leaning in. Ya, I’m totally fucking hot. Ya, I’ve got this funky E-Girl aesthetic. And ya, I’ve got these massive tits that Beatriz can’t keep her hands off.” To emphasize his point Marcos grabbed her breasts and squeezed. Eric was a little ashamed as his dick swelled in his pants, just for a second before he used his power to calm it down. "And thats ok. Thats who I am, and I am choosing to be happy with who that is."

“Wow, Marcos. I’m happy for you. You are totally right, you do look great. No matter how you look on the outside, you’ll always be my bro. I’ll use whatever name or pronoun you want, I’m with you 100%.”

Marcos smiled, “And I’m with you 100%. Come on, let’s get you married. Don’t forget what I told you about the rings.”

Eric patted his jacket pocket, “Don’t worry. I’ve got the right one, I won’t mess this up.”

“Right, let’s go check on the others.” Marcos stepped past Eric into the hall and knocked on another door, “You girls almost ready? Can we come in?”

“Come in.” Came the reply. Marcos opened the door and stepped inside, Eric followed him. Inside he saw the girls just finishing their makeup. Marcos’ outfit didn’t seem as unusual here. Valerie was dressed in a similar fashion, in a black pilot’s jacket, held closed with a single button. Instead of pants Valerie wore a tiny black skirt and she had on the same pair of 3” stilettos.

Jenny couldn’t wear any kind of suit of course, so she had opted for a black one piece, with the same heels as everyone else. Jenny’s hair was beautifully curled and braided, it was almost hard to imagine it went all the way past her waist when she let it down.

Even Mali was dressed. Identical to Marcos except for her collar, she looked very uncomfortable but clearly wasn’t about to disobey an order.

Stephanie had no such clothing restrictions so she could have worn a dress, or a tuxedo like Eric. Instead she’d chosen to wear a suit jacket with nothing underneath and…nothing else. Eric considered asking her why she decided to forgo pants, but figured it didn’t matter.If people could accept the large panel gag on her face, they’d accept her without any pants too.

“Is everyone ready?” Eric asked.

Valerie answered for them, “We just need a few more minutes with our makeup. Marcos, come here, you did a pretty good job, but can I touch it up for you?”

“Sure red, coming.” Marcos made his way over there.

“Ok, I’ll just wait outside. Meet me by the entrance.” Eric waved and left. Outside, he walked around the grounds of the venue. They had a beautiful garden with a fountain in the middle. He stopped and stared at the fountain. He was getting married. It wasn’t like he had thought it would be, but he was so pleased with how everything had turned out. In just a little bit he’d be married to the most wonderful woman he’d ever met.

He hadn’t heard her approach, but suddenly there was someone beside him. “Hello Eric.”

He jumped at the voice. She was tall, with red hair, “Who are you?” He asked.

“The producers sent me, you can just call me Felicia.” She smiled, but it seemed fake to him, “Don’t worry. I’m just here to give you a wedding present.”

“Somehow I doubt your intentions.” Eric replied coldly.

“Smart kid. Still, I have my orders. The gift is a transformation, I will give you three choices. You get to pick.”

“And if I refuse?” Eric sighed, he really didn’t want this, not today.

“Then you get all four. How fun. Ok, let’s begin.”

Master & Commander - None of the Harem Members can disobey Eric ever again.

Right of ownership - All of the Harem will become property of Eric as far as anyone is concerned. They will require his permission to change their hair, get a tattoo, get married, take a job etc . Additionally they won’t be able to own property of their own, Eric will be responsible for managing all their property and finances.

Picking Favourites - Eric will have to declare a favourite member of his Harem (who is not eliminated). This person gains the power to command the others and loses her inhibitions towards doing so. Eric must also pick a least favourite, who will obey anyone and desperately try to please him. He may change favourite and least favourite at any time.

Room for one more - Eric currently has 11 people in his Harem. He really should have an even dozen. Eric gets to pick one more person to his Harem, who will undergo 4 audience transformation votes to catch them up to the others. Eric’s pick does not have to consent. To give them a chance to avoid elimination they will gain 90 VP immediately.

“These are horrible, how is this a present?” Eric really didn’t want to have to pick, how could he? Any option would hurt the girls he had come to love.

“Are you kidding? Who doesn’t want to be all powerful, having 11 women at his beck and call. Or make it 12, I’m sure you can think of another girl to add. What about those cute law students, Nia and Riley, they seemed pretty into playing with your Harem. Or pick a celebrity, ooh get the real Alexandra Daddrio.”

“I couldn’t do that to someone. That wouldn’t be right. How would you feel if I picked you huh?”

The woman was shocked, “Me? Huh, what. But you couldn’t…oh. You could. Well, why would you want to do that?”

Eric sighed, “I don’t. I was just illustrating my point. How wrong it is.”

“Ah well. Too bad, so sad, don’t care. Now then you do have to make a decision, but I can wait until after the ceremony. Say, 6pm. I’ll come find you then for your decision.” The woman turned around and walked away. Frustrated Eric pounded his fists together.

He’d have to talk to the others about this, no way was he going to make this decision on his own. Still, he didn’t want to ruin his wedding. He saw the girls coming out of the venue and he went over to join them.

Beatriz thought Trinity looked gorgeous. That wedding dress, those heels, her hair, everything. She looked radiant. It almost made her sad, she didn’t know if she’d be able to wear a dress like that at her own wedding. Mainly because Trinity’s breasts were covered. Not that the dress was modest, it was anything but. Despite being floor length and having long sleeves you could see almost every inch of Trinity’s body. The entire dress was filled with transparent lace sections, and it sparked with diamonds sewn everywhere. In fact since Trinity wasn’t wearing any underwear there were times when Beatriz could catch a glimpse of her vulva or a tiny bit of nipple as she moved.

Still, she wouldn’t dwell on her own wardrobe, or lack thereof. Transformations or not she felt no shame in showing off the girls. She knew she’d find a great dress to wear, it would just have to be modified to be slightly under bust. Like the dress she was wearing now, originally a strapless dress it had been modified to go tight just under her breasts. The other girls were wearing something similar. Isla wore the same dress, without the modification. For some reason she had her wrists chained to her belt, giving her the same restriction of movement she had during her punishment. Yaz’ dress had a cut out to expose her midriff, but was otherwise the same. Sarah’s dress was unmodified, except it was all black, contrasting the green dresses everyone else wore. Alexandra of course, was naked.

Poor Alexandra had a new law too. Beatriz didn’t know who’d proposed it, it had happened right around the time of their massages. She thought it was a bit cruel, but somehow hadn’t been able to stop herself from voting in favour of it. It had actually passed unanimously. It required her to crawl even when she was wearing boots. She was allowed to stand up, but couldn’t take any steps without falling to her knees.

Beatriz approached Trinity, “Are you ready?” She asked her.

Trinity nodded, “Yes. Everything is set. Sarah’s got the flowers, Alexandra has my veil. Valerie confirmed that Jenny is ready with her camera and Yaz and Mali are ready with the music. Just waiting now.”

Beatriz lowered her voice, “And you are sure about Isla? I don’t mind taking over you know.”

Trinity shook her head, “Thank you. I know it might seem weird. She **** me. Trained me to be part of this show. She didn’t really show me love or affection until after she ended up human. Still, she’s more of a parent to me than anyone else. For better or worse she’s the one that raised me. I wouldn’t be here if not for her.”

“OK, if that's what you want then we all support you.” Beatriz touched her friend's shoulder, surprising herself that she managed to resist a quick boob grab and went to check on Alexandra.

She found Alexandra on her knees talking to Marcos. The sight of him nearly took her breath away, “Marcos…” She said, staring at him. He was gorgeous. She'd seen him with makeup on before, courtesy of Mali, but he'd never seemed comfortable in his own body. It wasn't that he was beautiful, it was that he was acting like he knew it, “Marcos wow. You look amazing. Is Eric ready or do you want to go have a quickie?”

Marcos smiled and her heart melted, he stepped up and kissed her. As she closed her eyes she felt him squeeze her chest. She moaned into his mouth. Marcos pulled back, “I'd love to my love, but we are here for our friends today. Everything is ready. I just came to get things started.”

Beatriz pouted, but it was just for show. Despite her real desire to have sex right now she also was really looking forward to the wedding. “Ok I'll go find my seat,” she turned back to Trinity and blew her a kiss, “It's going to be great, love you Trinity.”

Beatriz left the room and headed down to the beach. They had a ballroom at a hotel for a reception, and rooms to get ready in, but the actual ceremony was going to be on the beach. It was just a short walk down some stone steps to where they were set up.

Mali was sitting at a grand piano that someone had managed to place on the beach. Turns out she was a pretty good pianist. Yaz stood nearby, she'd offered to sing. Beatriz didn't know how that would go, she'd been orgasming all morning after all, but Yaz insisted she was ‘like tots good’.

Eric smiled as he waved at her. He looked fantastic. She briefly entertained a fantasy of him and Marcos together, fuck that would be amazing. She shook her head, not the time for that Beatriz.

Ciela stood beside Eric, she was officiating after all. Dressed in an immaculate suit with shiny black shoes and her hair in a bun she looked very professional, but also quite fuckable if Beatriz was honest.

She saw a flash and turned to see Jenny snapping photos. She'd volunteered to be the photographer, saying she had enough experience in front of a camera to be behind it. She was walking around taking photos of everything right now. Only Valerie and Stephanie were actually seated right now.

Beatriz moved to sit down too. Sarah joined her after a few minutes and they made small talk while they waited. Then Beatriz turned her head towards the venue as Mali began to play. She saw Marcos and Alexandra walking down the path arm in arm. Both were stunning, but they moved slowly since Alexandra was **** to crawl.

When they reached the front Marcos helped Alexandra stand and then took his place beside Eric. Then Mali switched up the classical wedding March to something very different. Yaz stood there staring until Mali slapped her ass. That seemed to refocus her and she began to sing.

It turns out Yaz does have a beautiful singing voice and some talent. The song she was singing though was a bit unusual for a wedding. It certainly wasn't a typical wedding song, or even a romantic one. Instead Trinity had insisted they learn music from the Matrix Trilogy (pretending the 4th one doesn't exist). Yaz was currently singing Sleeping Awake by P.O.D.

Beatriz smiled, Trinity really didn't care about conventions. She was happy to try traditions like the white dress and the walking down the aisle, but ultimately she did things that made her happy. They all stood up as they saw Trinity and Isla appear at the top of the hill, the wedding was about to start.

Trinity held Isla's hand as they walked down the slope towards the beach. She knew the others were all watching her, but she only had eyes for Eric.

He looked so handsome, so well put together. Soon to be her husband, her Master. She'd never felt so happy.

Growing up she never even had the opportunity to fantasize about a future wedding. It just wasn't part of her childhood. Since her ‘awakening’ as she likes to think of it she had rapidly consumed human culture, or at least American culture. She understood the significance of the whole wedding ceremony but didn't have a lifetime of adherence to the culture that gave it meaning. Instead the meaning of this wedding was entirely wrapped up in what it meant for her and Eric. Beyond being part of his Harem, which had been her choice, they are choosing each other, to love each other unconditionally, forever.

She was so happy she nearly cried, but she had promised herself she wouldn't. Finally they reached Eric and she turned to face Isla. Isla lifted her veil and smiled at her. Trinity smiled back, “Isla…,” she had thought carefully about what she wanted to say, but now was afraid of hurting the other woman. Still she wanted to get it off her chest, now, before the elimination, “Isla you, more than anyone else, raised me. You **** me from my home, from friends, from people who wanted the best for me. You raised me with those golems, depriving me of contact with my own species. You kept my worldview small, and trained me only to be your assistant. It was callous, and awful of you,” she could see the sadness in Isla's eyes, it hurt her to say it, but it was the truth, her truth, “and yet…I asked you to guide me down the Isla today because I've come to realize how you cared for me all those years, in your own way.

I remember everything now. I remember playing hide and seek with the golems, reading books on the deck, staring into the endless ocean.

I remember playing chess with you. I remember you braiding my hair. I remember you opening my door to check on me, but pretending you weren't. I don't know why you struggle to show affection, but I can see it now. You might have pretended to be above it all. Relentless in pursuit of your dreams. But even then you had a heart.

And now? Now I see it, now I see all of you. You aren't perfect, but you are trying so hard. Trying to be better, to be compassionate, kind, and thoughtful. I only wish you had been this way when I was still a child.

I may never call you Mom, but that doesn't mean I don't love you. No matter what happens after I put on that ring, don't stop trying.” Trinity felt a tear rolling down her cheek. Oh no, she had promised she wouldn't do that. She went to wipe it away but Isla beat her to it.

“Oh Trinity, despite everything I did…” Isla was crying too now, tears slowly welling up, “Trinity you are so pure, so kind, so forgiving. How did you ever turn out this way? I did care for you, but not as a Mother should care for her daughter. I was trying then too, but trying for all the wrong things.

I promise that I won't stop trying to improve myself, to make up for my past, no matter what.” Isla turned to face Eric, “Eric. Magic or no magic there is no easy way out of your obligations as a husband. She may not get upset if you let her down, but the rest of us will never let you forget it. Trinity is special, to you, to me, to all of us. Love her, respect her, give her the life she deserves. I wish you both every joy and happiness.”

Trinity hugged Isla, and as she let her go Isla bowed her head and took her seat. Trinity turned to face Eric and Ciela and gave them both a smile.

“Welcome Eric and Trinity, and all our guests. We have come here today to join these two in matrimony.” Ceila began, “I have only known these two for a short while, but I am certain that they are made for each other.

Eric, like my sister said, Trinity is special. She's full of wonder, hope and adventure. She isn't afraid to speak her mind, try something new, or make a mistake. Keep the spark of her love in your heart. Let it warm your soul and carry your both to new experiences.

Trinity, Eric is one of a kind. He is able to balance dominance and kindness. Compassion and passion. Love and lust. From the moment he arrived here you intrigued him most. All the women vying for your attention, but it was you he wanted all along. He pushed you to learn about his world and in turn you pulled him into new ways of seeing it.

Together you two are an unstoppable team. It gives me great pleasure to ask you this,

Eric, do you take Trinity to be your wife, to love and respect her, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till **** do us part?”

Eric smiled at her, and she melted. “I do.” he said.

Ciela turned to Trinity, “Trinity, do you take Eric to be your husband, to love and respect him, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till **** do us part?”

Trinity felt another tear rolling down her face, she smiled at him, “I do.”

Ciela smiled, “Then give your partner a symbol of your unending love. Take the ring and wear it as a token of a bond that cannot be broken.”

Trinity turned to Alexandra who handed her Eric's wedding band. Facing Eric again she saw him pull the ring from his pocket. She slipped the ring on his finger first, smiling the whole time.

She saw him move towards her slowly, “I'm ready Eric.” She reassured him. She held out her hand. Eric grabbed it gently and slowly slid the ring onto her finger. It seemed to take forever as he slid it all the way on. At first nothing happened, then suddenly, she changed.

Letting go of her hand Eric watched as the transformation took place. Her dress was the first change he noticed. The transparent sections filled in making it a much more modest dress, although it didn't extend above her chest any and still showed ample cleavage. A pearl necklace appeared on her neck, but otherwise nothing else seemed to change.

Before he could ask her how she was, Ciela continued, “I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride.” Eric pulled her in for a deep, long kiss. When he finally released her she was blushing. She waved a hand in front of her face and grinned.

“Wow, save some of that for later. We are going to be fucking all night, you need to keep your strength up.” She winked at him.

“Trinity…are you…?” He didn’t know how to ask the question without hurting her.

“Am I what? Still me? Still sexy? Still horny as fuck? Yes to all three actually. I don't feel any different really, except for the overwhelming feeling of happiness. But I'm pretty sure that's a newlywed thing and not a magical transformation thing.” Her smile was the same as ever. There was always a little mischief in it. He sighed in relief, and then allowed himself to feel the same overwhelming happiness she did. He kissed her again.

“I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Stuart!” He heard Ciela say it and heard the others clapping, but all he wanted was to hold her and kiss her. So he ignored them and took in the moment with his bride.

Marcos was washing his hands in the bathroom sink when the door opened. It was the red haired woman from earlier, “What do you want?” He groaned.

She winked at him, “Just to take that ring back. Unless you want to keep it?”

He fished it out of his pocket and tossed it at her, “No way here.”

She smiled, “Thank you for keeping it safe. I knew you could do it.” Before he could ask her what she meant she disappeared out the door again. He followed but she was nowhere to be found. He shrugged and headed back to the table.

Jenny snapped a photo of Eric and Trinity giving each other doe eyes and then set her camera down. She was getting hungry after all her running around.

The meal before her was…interesting to say the least. Trinity's choice obviously. Waffles, covered in whipped cream and candy, with a side of stir fry noodles. Trinity had mixed everything together on her plate but Jenny made sure to keep hers separate. The noodles were good as long as they stayed out of the whipped cream and the waffles were good without any soy sauce.

The candy, well, candy was always great. She looked over at Sarah beside her. Sarah had decided to just go for it and eat everything all at once. “Ew Sarah, how can you eat that?”

Sarah swallowed and grinned, “What? Soy sauce goes on everything. And smarties on waffles? Genius. Maybe now that she's in charge of the household we get more meals like this.”

Jenny laughed, “Oh God, I hope not,” Jenny turned to face Stephanie on the other side of her, “You don't have any compulsion to obey her do you?”

Stephanie shrugged and grabbed her tablet, “Don't. Know. Yet.”

“Fair enough. Well if possible do not listen to her food and drink suggestions. Normal people don't eat like this.”

“Understood. Listen. To. Trinity.” Stephanie teased.

“No…argh, fine. I guess I'll have to get used to making my own meals.” Jenny grinned and took another sip of wine. She saw Yaz and Mali talking about their performance. “Yaz you did a great job, so much for your stage fright.” She called. Yaz had originally agreed to sing but had later confessed to Jenny that she was a little afraid of the performance. Jenny had no issues being on display so to speak, so she'd tried to give her some advice. It must have worked because Yaz really nailed it.

“Fright? Huh? Ya like I kinda forgot you were even watching. I uh…oh God,” Yaz shook as another orgasm rocked her, “Fuck me. What was I saying?”

Jenny laughed, “Nevermind. I got it.” Jenny figured Yaz had just shut off enough of her brain to get over her worries. Maybe the audience challenge was a blessing in disguise. Sarah poked her and Jenny looked over at her fiancee, “Yes Sarah?”

Sarah smiled, “Meet me in the bathroom in a minute. It's not fair that Yaz is the only one cumming, right?” Sarah winked and left the table.

Jenny didn't really care about being subtle, not with this group. She waited about 10 seconds and got up and followed her. Jenny locked the bathroom door behind her, they didn't need any company for what came next.

Eric was a little concerned by what he'd discovered. It turns out the red headed woman had visited Marcos, Yaz, Isla and Alexandra too, and messed with everyone. Apparently Ciela was powerless to stop her.

At least Marcos was able to get away scot free, Yaz didn't seem to bothered and was getting a ton of BP for it. Isla said she was actually happier with the bondage, and had the key this time. Alexandra insisted she was happy on her knees. It was like despite the ‘interference’ everybody was actually happy.

Everyone except him. Of course he was very happy to be married to the most amazing woman ever, but he felt this ‘gift’ as a sword hanging above his neck. He kept waiting to bring it up but it never seemed like the right time.

Ciela had stepped away from the table with no explanation earlier and wasn't back yet. Trinity had wanted to wait to serve the cake for her, but was getting antsy. Trinity had a special surprise for everyone who ate it.

“I'm calling it, let's serve it now.” she said to him. Eric nodded and waved Lili over. Lili brought the cake out, a beautiful 3 tiered cake with a custom cake topper. Figurines of Eric and Trinity dressed as Neo and Trinity from the Matrix.

Eric and Trinity cut the cake together and took the first slices, then Lili and the other golems served everyone. Before anyone ate Trinity wanted to make a speech, “Thank you everyone for your support, today and since the beginning of this season. I can feel the love at this table and it is truly a powerful thing. Together I'm sure we will all reach a climax of love and understanding. I'm so glad we could all cum together like this. I also want to thank the golems for their wonderful, practical orgasmic cooking…” She seemed like she intended to keep going but Valerie cut her off.

“It's magic cake isn't it, it's going to make us orgasm?” She said.

Trinity blushed, “Well…I mean…fuck. Ok, for me? Everyone take a bite at the same time.”

Valerie grumbled but everyone listened. Trinity counted them down and everyone took a bite together. All of them except Eric began to moan and shake as they experienced a powerful orgasm. Trinity said it was only coded for women so it wouldn't affect him.

“Fucking fantastic.” Trinity moaned.

“Ya. Awesome cake.” Beatriz agreed.

“Fuuuck.” Yaz slumped down for a moment before shaking it off. “That was amaze.”

To Eric it was just a good piece of cake. Well, with everyone in a good mood, he decided to strike, “I agree with Trinity, I really want to thank you all. It means so much to me for all of us to come together like this, like a family.

Before we continue the party I have some bad news. I was approached by someone from the show, they offered me a gift in the form of a transformation…” Eric proceeded to describe the options presented to him, “...she said she's coming at 6 for my response. I didn't want to make a decision like this without consulting everyone here.”

Trinity was the first to speak, “Take the first one. I trust you. We all do. You won't **** that power.”

He saw Mali nodding along. Of course it wouldn't affect her at all.

“Add someone else. Riley from New York. She was hot and I think she'd be into this.” Beatriz suggested. Eric immediately discounted that choice. He wouldn't pick someone else, absolutely not.

“The ownership one.” Marcos suggested. Alexandra immediately echoed it but Valerie shook her head.

“No way. I don't want to give that up. Eric just pick favourites. You can change it up and it doesn't hurt any of us for too long.”

“Sarah and I vote for the obedience one. Sarah is wet just thinking about it, and like Trinity said I trust you.” Jenny added in.

“Me too.” Isla said, “I mean, vote for it. I’m not wet. Don't give me that look Stephanie, I'm not.”

The girls started talking back and forth and the volume got louder. Eric was about to call for silence when Ciela suddenly reappeared in the room. She hurried towards him, and everyone stopped talking to watch. As she reached him she touched her finger to his forehead and suddenly the whole world faded away.

As Eric opened his eyes he saw Ciela standing in front of him. It was like they were floating in an endless void of white. “Eric,” she said seriously, “we need to talk.”