The woes of a shapeshifter

“Watch out!”

“Ouch!”

“Hey! Be careful!”

A woman sprinted desperately through the shopping district, bumping and shoving everyone in her way. She had short brown hair cut in a bob, pristine white skin and big, incredibly blue eyes. And pointy elf ears.

“Harley! Where are you?” Her screams cut through the noise of the crowd.

A bunch of people tried to distance themselves from the agitated woman as she ran around shouting, but one person was not fast enough. The woman grabbed a man with dark skin and golden eyes by the scruff of his shirt, brought his face right up to hers and demanded in an angry tone:

“Tell me where Harley Quinn is!” He could see her eyes held anger, but also desperation.

As confused as everyone around him, the man suddenly felt a familiar compulsion envelop his soul, the compulsion to do whatever this unknown woman asked, because she was superior to him. Because she was a contestant.

“She got into that store and demanded everyone leave the changing rooms. She’s been locked in there for 40 minutes now.”

“Thank. The. Gods.” She shoved him off and barged into the store like a woman possessed. “No one disturb us while we’re in those changing rooms! Better yet, just get out of here, now.” she shouted and marched in.

The few groups that were in the small clothing store just stopped what they were doing and walked outside, weirded out by this sudden show of power by this unknown person. The black man watched this all happen, straightened his clothes and walked off, getting away from the scene as fast as he could. He didn’t know what was going on, but he sure as hell didn’t want to get stuck in a contestant’s craziness.

As the pointy eared woman got to the changing booths, she closed the door that separated that section from the rest of the store, leaned her weight against it, closed her eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief. Her appearance started morphing once again, her hair lengthening down to her waist, turning a deep shade of red, her skin taking greener tones, her figure getting curvier, and her eyes, once she opened them, had now become a very dark moss green. Her elf ears remained.

She walked down the hall of empty booths in the direction of the only sound she could hear, the tapping of a phone’s keyboard. She arrived at a closed changing room door that had a number of sex toys spewing from below it on the floor. The woman slowly pushed the unlocked door open and the strong smell that usually accompanies sex toys hit her hard as well.

Harley was slumped down against a wall furiously typing on her phone, one of her hands clearly stickier than the other, but both still covered in woman’s juice. She had the bottoms of her suit pulled down to her ankles and a dildo hanging from her dripping pussy. The clown lifted her hazy eyes to look at her interruptor and managed a weak smile as she saw her roommate.

“Hey Valleyr, what brings ya here?”

“Wha— Harley, what are you doing?!” said the elf, too stunned by the sight to even remember what she was there to do.

“Oh this?” Her unfocused eyes motioned to the small pile of sex toys that surrounded her. “I’ve just been trying to buy stuff from the store that could make me cum, but nothing’s working!” The clown half wined half moaned in her hazy state.

“Ah, that. No, I have something more important to talk about with you.” Valleyr got back to her point, not without some effort.

“Oh… and what’s that?” Harley tried getting up, but her legs were still trembling, so she went right back into the ground, with a squishy sound of something breaking her fall. “Opsie, hehe…”

“Gods, it’s really weird seeing you doped out with pleasure like that…” Vallyer waited for some kind of answer, she didn’t know how to proceed. But Harley just went back to her phone, back to searching for some kind of Harem Hotel item that could help her. Valleyr felt sorry for the woman,reduced to such a state by something she thought was genuinely her idea. The elf decided to throw her a bone.

“Ok, I’ll help you if you help me out first, undoing the mess YOU made.”

“Huh, what did I do?”

“You made me think buying a transformation that makes me look like this was a good idea!” She gestured to her green and voluptuous body.

“What… you look hot.”

“That’s the problem! I look hot to everyone around me, but I have no control over what I look like anymore. My body is changing all the time, it hurts.” Valleyr was exasperated.

“Well, I was looking at your upgrade tree (that’s something I can do now) and if you buy the next upgrade for that transformation, it’s gonna let ya control your appearance based on who’s around ya, even yourself.”

[HH Editor crew note

What Harley means when she says she can do that now: The eyes of the Oracle (Upgrade) + Harley can now see all upgrades available to any contestant.

Happy reading and happy fapping ;) ]

“I didn’t get half the stuff you just said, but there’s a way I can control it?!” A smile threatened to cross the elf’s lips.

“Yeah, just upgrade it. It’s, like, 40 BP.”

“Great!” She got excited. Then she hesitated for a second. “I’m a little short on funds right now, do you wanna help me with this? Since you caused it and all?”

“Sorry roomie, but we’re on the same boat on this one.” Harley gestured to the sex toy treasure trove that surrounded her. “I’m quite spent after my shopping spree at the moment.”

“Ok, never mind, I’ll figure out how to do this, bye!” The excited elf burst out running just as fast as she’d come in. She felt her body changing yet again, but she didn’t care this time, she had a way to fix it!

“Wait, roomie! How do I get to cum again?” A more than frustrated Harley asked from the dressing room floor, but her roommate was already too far away, along with any answers she might have had.

***

Hyppolita had slept like a baby and felt like a million bucks! Her eyes were closed in a serene mask of peace, her body was comfortably wrapped in a thick layer of fur and she felt almost rejuvenated from such a good night. Still with her eyes closed, she moved the blanket out of the way so she could stretch her sleepy arms. The woman laughed as the cold air pricked her skin. She felt so good today.

Until her skin pricked in a far more intimate area. She felt the cold air hit her breasts the same as it was hitting everything else. The redhead instinctively opened her eyes and crossed her arms over herself, and then she remembered everything.

A blush rose upon her face as she remembered the reason why she was feeling so damn good today and how she had humiliated herself in front of Lin the night before. Hyppolita looked around, she didn’t know if to apologize to him or to hide, given her undressed state. But he was nowhere to be found. That’s when she saw her bikini top neatly put upon the center table, as well as a couple of blankets and a pillow thrown over another chair across from her.

“Would you look at that… the little shit slept next to me. And he got me a blanket too.” Against her better judgment, a smile crept its way up on her lips. Either the kid was a voyeur, or he had been worried about her, and she was inclined to believe it was the latter option.

They really did have a fun night though, until it was interrupted by her transformation. “Awfully convenient time for something so random” she thought to herself. Hyppolita considered herself a good judge of character, and Lin hadn’t seemed like a bad kid. Definitely has potential to be corrupted by this place, but for now he seemed clean. Oh well, if she wasn’t going to do anything against him at the moment, it was time to skip from step A to step C of her plan. And no time like the present.

She quickly put her top back on and, after making sure Lin had already left for the day, Hyppolita made her way to his suite’s phone.

“Hi, is this from Harem Hotel?”

“Yes ma'am, this is the front desk, how may we help you?” It was the voice of an eager young man, he had a cute accent she couldn’t quite place.

“Hi, this is Hyppolita speaking. Is it true you people can get us anything we ask for?”

“Well, it depends.” The boy became hesitant, then spouted his prepared speech for the situation. “If it is of a sexual nature, or if it could give you some kind of advantage in the show, I would have to ask you to check our stores, both physical and digital. Would you like for me to send you a link? Or maybe someone to guide you to our shopping district?”

“That won’t be necessary.” Hyppolita couldn’t help but have a devilish smile on her lips. “I can guarantee you the stuff I’m about to ask of you isn’t any of those things.”

“O-Ok…” The young man could feel the smile through the phone. He wasn’t liking this interaction. “What would you like for us to deliver?”

“A candlestick.”

“A candlestick?”

“Yes, more specifically a candlestick made of gold and inlaid with many diamonds worth hundreds of gold coins each. Is that something you are capable of doing?”

“I… yes ma’am? It… y-yeah, it can be done.” Why did he feel so afraid of this woman when all she was asking was for a decorative piece? Oh god, she’s not gonna **** someone with it is she?

“Great! Drop it off in my room when it’s ready. I. Can’t. Wait.”

***

Ariadne liked her little discovery of this place. These halls were isolated, quiet and, most importantly, absolutely no one bothered her here. The young rogue bumped shoulders with a couple employees in the tight gray corridor. She had no desire to interact with anyone right now, so she just mumbled a quick “sorry” and carried on, and they did the smart thing and didn’t interact with a contestant while in the backstage at all. This place looked remarkably simple, yet was deceptively interesting. An interconnected web of gray and bland hallways that led to many different corners of the space station that the cast and crew used to get around faster. Ariadne was used to finding secret paths and exploiting them, it was usually the very first thing she did in any substantial new environment, it was what she’d been trained to do ever since her start in the Thieves Guild. If anything, she had taken entirely too long to do it this time.

The corridors all looked functionally the same, featureless silver walls and floors, with pipes and the occasional valves and electric panels dotting the place. And, of course, the doors. Many plain and boring-looking doors to take you to every corner of this gigantic TV show set, all intentionally made not to call any attention to the colorful environments that surrounded them. Most people would never pay attention to a drab blue door on a random corner of a shopping center, but a trained infiltrator would. And that’s how she discovered this place. Ariadne had exactly zero idea how to traverse it, but that was something she was channeling all her anger and frustration into learning.

Ariadne had her hands in her pockets and a frown on her face. Her situation wasn't as bad as the first day, but it wasn’t looking any better either. She had increased her popularity with the audience, that much was true, but she was still very much in the middle of the pack. Not to mention she was dead last in the competition itself, the only contestant with points in the single digits, and the only one with less than 15 points at all, with her meager 3 VP.

Whenever she thought of that difference, it made her blood boil. Not that she actually cared for this competition at all, or of what Lin thought of her or even if he liked her to begin with. What that abysmal difference meant to her was how far away she was from getting home again, how far away she was from seeing her brother, from saving him. And it hurt. Not being able to do anything. Being **** to fancy the person who told her he’d be taking him away from her for the sake of entertainment.

She tried to clear her mind, focus on navigating these halls, finding her own path. If she focused on perfecting her skills, she wouldn’t have to think about… him. His ****. How much she missed him. How much it hurt.

“Fuck!” That’s it! She was too frustrated. Too angry. She wasn’t focusing enough. She saw a drab brown door ahead. “Fucking hell, if I did this right, I’m gonna be in the observatory in two good for nothing seconds!”

She moved to the door and kicked it off with her boot. It slammed into a trio of girlfriends passing by, all green skinned with different hair colors.

“I’m fucking sorry, ok!” Ariadne looked around to see where she was and lo and behold, she was wrong, of course she was. She was somewhere in the shopping district. “How’s someone going to defeat an interdimensional traveling bimbo and save her fucking brother if she can’t even navigate a shit web of fucking hallways!”

She grabbed a decorative display vase and smashed it into the floor with **** and hate. Then she turned around and did even worse to the wood stand that held it, she smashed it off and kept hitting the ground until there was nothing to hold onto but splinters.

Ariadne exhaled out a long, drawn-out breath of frustration and pent-up emotion. She heard a commotion brewing from somewhere behind her, some voice coming closer and closer by the second. She didn’t care what was going on, she picked herself up from the ground, brushed off any dirt from her clothes, and prepared to go back to her day as if nothing had ever happened. These people were all NPCs after all.

That, unfortunately for the rogue, was not what happened. Ariadne hadn’t taken two steps away from the broken vase when her sense of balance came crumbling down, and a certain sensation graced her face, a sensation that was becoming more familiar by the day. Warm, supple flesh. Boobs.

Someone had crushed into her this time, she herself wasn’t running. But it seems her stupid transformation didn’t care who caused the accident as long as it looked sexy for the cameras, it seemed. And it also seemed to be very uncreative, as all her “sexy accidents” always involved some kind of falling into someone’s private parts, not that original if you asked the pissed off girl. Ariadne was laid out on the floor, face up, it being engulfed in someone’s boobs.

“Will you get off of me?!” she asked, already moving to push off whoever it was that hit her.

“My bad, I just have this really important thing I have to…” The other woman trailed off as she was sitting up. Ariadne was confused and disoriented.

“Well, next time watch where you’re going, you fucking… Va… Valleyr?” It was her. The elf who had entered this competition alongside her, but something was different. Her appearance had changed, as she said it would because of a new transformation, but it was something else. Both women sat there, stunned on the shopping floor, looking into each other's eyes, searching for a reason as to why they felt so… strongly towards the other. Until tears began rolling from Ariadne’s eyes, and she didn’t care anymore.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” The young woman launched herself into the elf, tears running down her face as she cried inconsolably into her shoulder.

Valleyr at first didn’t know what to do, she had never comforted someone in such an intimate manner before. But it soon came to her, like it was second nature, a wish to protect this girl from any and all harm.

“Shh, it’s ok, I’m here now.” She brushed her hand against the girl’s long hair. “Let… big sis take care of you, ok?” These words felt foreign, yet natural. Anything to protect this girl, anything to make her feel better.

“Thanks.” Ariadne sniffed and raised her head. She dried off the tears from her reddening eyes. “Everything is just so much! I can’t do it on my own, I just found out that my brother is about to die, that I have to win a competition to even get a chance to save him. And now I’m in last place, I’ll never be able to do it alone, it's just too much, it’s…”

And the girl trailed on, laying out all her fears and worries for Valleyr to hear. Ariadne didn’t know what compelled her to act this way, but being around the elf just felt so good, so familiar, like something she didn’t know was missing until she found it. Being in her arms felt like a warm embrace after a long day, it felt like home.

“Come on little girl, let’s get you someplace comfortable.” Valleyr whispered into her ear. The elf silently thanked whoever had given her a muscular body this time, then propped the young girl onto her arms and carried her off to somewhere she would feel better. As Ariadne trailed on, she began crying again and leaned her head against the elf once more. Valleyr hugged her as tight as she could, almost as if holding her in her arms would protect the girl from the evil world around them. Valleyr didn’t know where this wish had come from, but for a second she wished she could.

***

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