Tina Gets The Day Off!

Mona

Mona awakes with a nekomata motorboating her. Her giggles don’t seem to immediately wake Mineko up, so she just watches the girl nuzzle and paw at her as the sun slowly brightens the room. Mona encourages her with pets, which results in rumbling purrs. Mona’s giggles from watching and feeling her breasts vibrate lead to a cute little blue kitty eye opening, rapidly followed by the little green one.

Mineko: +2 XP (Breastplay with Mistress)

Mineko lurches up, gripping tightly on Mona’s breasts. Her toe beans on her forepaws still feel weird (A good weird, but weird!). The nekomata blurts, “I overslept again! I am sorry, O-... no, stop that Mineko, Mona.”

Mona gives her precious cat-girl maid a few ear scritches. She watches Mineko melt under her touch. She stops, waits until the nekomata returns to herself, then murmurs into the cat-girl’s forehead, “None of that. I am happy to find you waking up in my arms. Ophie has breakfast handled.”

Mineko pouts at the mention of her sea elf maid rival. Mona responds with a kiss to the nekomata’s forehead. Mona smirks slightly at the sight of a pair of cat tails whipping in excitement. The mistress asks, “Shower?”

The shower is amazing, as per usual. The experience is very different than yesterday. This time, Mona is the taller one. Mineko is putty in Mona’s hands as the gamer girl scrubs and shampoos her. The purrs reverberating off of the shower blend with the sound of the shower spray into a rhythmic song. Mona loves to dote on the cat-girl.

They exit the shower and dress: Mona in another Wai-Fu Quest t-shirt and jeans, Mineko in a cute maid outfit. Breakfast is already laid out for them: overnight oats in her Sumiku mug (plus breakfast salad) for the mistress, fish for Mineko. Mineko, the goof, sits in front of Mona’s breakfast.

“Did you want some overnight oats, too?”

The cat-girl looks confused, her head cocked to the side, “You mean the fish is for me?”

Mona grabs her mug, playing with the little boobies as she moves the fish plate in front of the maid. If Mineko wants to eat my breakfast salad, she can. “Yes, my precious Mineko.”

“Fish! Fish! Fish! Fish!”

Mona smiles as the cat-girl starts to dig into the fish. The mistress eats her oats happily. Ophie brings out another mug of oats for Mineko, admonishing, “Mona, eat your salad.”

It’s Mona’s turn to pout about Ophie. A cast of Prestidigitation to flavor salad as ice cream later and she digs in. Mineko takes a bite of her oats, tails waggling behind her.

“Thank you, Mona,” the nekomata finally says, face and forepaws covered in the remnants of breakfast, “for your patience. I want to be better.”

Another cast of Prestidigitation to clean Mineko and one final hug for the morning are delivered. Mona replies, “You already are, my precious cat-girl. You already are.”

Tyalangan

Tyalangan moved the morning meeting to the Media Room for a couple of reasons. For one, Tina is busy in the Hatchery. Her latest batch of baby bunnies literally burst through one of Honey’s wasp eggs last night and, as is tradition, Tina is busy cooing over the tiny newborns. Tyalangan visited to check on them (and help with bunny baby diaper duty) already. Five little bundles of joy all at once is both a lot and utterly routine. Magically inducing lactation for mommy/baby feeding time to get a batch or two of colostrum in is always a fun time for Tina, too. She’ll be a little more busty for a few days. The dirigible enthusiasts in the audience will be pleased, once Tina gets herself back on camera.

The other reason is for an optional harem activity after the announcements portion of the meeting.

So, Tyalangan stands in front of the screen in the Media Room. The harem is all on love seats throughout the room. The pairings are interesting. Kevin and Winter are obvious, the latter sitting in Kevin’s lap and playing with his hair. Ootah and Gaia (today sporting the fun little ears and giant nose horn of a rhino) sit on a couch; is that a show of solidarity for Team Let’s All Get Along against the irrational Tegan or the start of something more? Jenny and Andromeda are sitting together, the former trying her best not to make eye contact with Tessa. Tessa, on the other hand, is sitting alone, trying to sneak glances at the dryad. Craig is in the far corner, looking way too smug on this, his likely last day on the show.

Finally, Tegan is in the Host’s face, screeching,“Fix the indignity of this itchiness, you harlot!”

“Have you considered asking nicely?”

The vicious vixen scratches her ample chest through her Dawn T-shirt. “FIX. IT.”

“The itchiness only occurs when you aren’t able to cast magic. Oh, and the buyer sent me a note, at your request. Here. That’s all the help I’m giving you. Go have a seat.”

Tegan, note crumpled in her hand, stomps to sit beside Mona, who has Mineko curled up in her lap. The angry archer snaps, “You betray me too, cat?”

Mineko flattens her ears, her tails curling around Mona’s arm like a lifeline. It looks like Tegan was planning on laying more into the nekomata, if it wasn’t for Mona giving her a death glare. Tyalangan needs her earpiece to hear the mistress’s faint whisper, “What do I mean to you, Tegan?”

It was loud enough for Tegan to hear. It shuts the loudmouth up. Good. Time to get started.

“Ladies, gentlemen, Mona, contestants, and everyone in-between, welcome back to Harem Hotel. Day 11 is in the books and Day 12 is upon us. Tonight is the mid-point for the round, with Craig’s... date.”

Tyalangan can hear Mona think, “Why did she say it that way? Is it just because of my plan?”

The Host mentally assures Mona, It will be fine. Just don’t go too crazy. She then picks up the narrative. “My bonny bunny is busy with bundles of babies, so we have the big theater screen for our leaderboard. Unless anyone wishes to donate some XP, let’s have a look!”

Mona whispers into Mineko’s ear. The nekomata nods and asks to donate first all of her XP, then a much more reasonable 5 XP, in a pretty quick order. Tyalangan is happy to comply. One more girl ranked in a proper place. It is really too bad that Jenny is still a little low on the XP pool. Still, if things go as I expect them, he’ll not be a problem by the morning.

Mona has 675 BP. Good job!

Name (Level) --------------- XP Given -------------XP Reserved ---------------BP

Andromeda (Level 5) ----------- 5 ----------------------- 110 ------------------ 240

Kevin (Level 5) ------------------ 5 ------------------------ 99 ------------------- 170

Gaia (Level 5) ------------------- 5 ------------------------ 93 ------------------- 304

Ootah (Level 5) ----------------- 5 ------------------------ 61 ------------------- 150

Winter (Level 5) ---------------- 5 ------------------------ 59 -------------------- 185

Tegan (Level 5) ----------------- 5 ------------------------ 53 -------------------- 100

Mineko (Level 5) --------------- 5 ------------------------- 42 -------------------- 225

Tessa (Level 4) ------------------ 5 ------------------------ 72 -------------------- 225

Craig (Level 1) ------------------ 1 ------------------------- 1 --------------------- 40

Jenny (Level 4) ----------------- 0 ------------------------- 11 -------------------- 250

“We have a new head of the leaderboard after Andromeda’s stellar performance during last night’s delve. Gaia hops up dramatically now that she has caught up with everyone on the level parameter. Ootah hopscotches over Winter. Mineko did a good job on her date and has moved herself up a few spots with a XP donation. Don’t worry, Tessa, Craig, and Jenny. You all still have your dates to use to catapult some XP gains. In Tessa’s case, a quick trip to Daphne would help you climb up the ranks significantly on its own. Plenty of time left in the round and in the game.”

Tyalangan pauses, letting the words sink in. She then poses, “Any questions?”

Andromeda, as expected, has a hand up, “Several, ma’am, if that is allowed. Any new information on our foe? What is this about a wedding? And, about my prize from last night: how is that to work?”

“Oooh, a number of questions. As far as your foe is concerned, we will provide you with all the information we have when one of you triggers the endgame state. Are you or Kevin interested in doing that right now? I will warn you, the higher your levels, the more likely you are all to survive said endgame and the more likely you all will save your world.”

Andromeda and Kevin both adamantly shake their heads no.

“So, that information will have to wait. The longer you give us, the more we should have. As far as the wedding is concerned, Mona has been invited to a wedding on another set. I have already handled the RSVPs with her wishes at the time in mind. For the rest of you, it’ll be like time doesn’t pass, once she is away.”

“And your prize will depend on Shar, especially since Daphne decided to spring that on me without checking in with Shar first. She could send over a correspondence course, give you an invite to the Castle, or even cause me the tremendous headache of having a certain cyber ninja cat-girl dropping by. You’ll have to wait to find out. I doubt she will squeeze you in before the wedding, regardless.”

“If Shar comes over, can I kill her?” Tegan (the bloodthirsty nutjob) asks.

“Shar will not be visiting personally and no. Assuming no other questions, the official part of the meeting is over. Stick around for a special request.”

Kevin

As their Host requested, most of the harem sticks around in the Media Room after the meeting. Craig, of course, didn’t. Kevin wonders if he should volunteer to “supervise” the date tonight.

“So,” Tyalangan begins, “if you recall, you received words of encouragement, words of warning, and other bits of learned wisdom before your first challenge. I am asking you to consider paying the favor forward. Another season is approaching their first challenge and the call for such things has arrived. We have prepared a brief supercut for you. Watch, then write. It’s funny how seasons end up rhyming.”

The Host disappears. Bonnie the concession stand bunny starts this supercut. This one begins with a boy about their age, broad shouldered, messy dark hair in a boy cut. Winter is drooling at the boy on screen as he snuggles into Kevin’s arms a little deeper and Kevin has to agree. He is handsome.

The boy seems to be in a shoddy efficiency apartment in one moment, then in a Hotel designed by a committee of soulless conference center architects. The Host, which looks like the head of said committee, merely intones in an unhurried, smooth voice, “Please stand, Master Van.”

Given what I watched so far, he’s probably not gay.

“Oh, a boy can dream,” Winter wistfully muses, guessing at Kevin’s thoughts.

“We should focus.”

And focus they did. The supercut was... interesting. It provided just enough information to maybe be able to write a decent letter to the others. Unfortunately for Kevin, he didn’t feel like he had much to offer those super heroines. What can he say to the other contestants about appealing to that (admittedly cute) guy? Kevin wouldn’t send a letter just to flirt with the guy; he has both a boyfriend and a sense of decency. I should dig in deeper. Maybe there is something to gleam. They need to save their world, just like we do. If there is a season for us to see how to do it, it’s this one.

Everyone gathers quickly for a “team” meeting after. Mona asks them to each write a letter and get with the staff to send “something nice.” She shows a text that says the show has a budget for fan-mail presents, so they don’t need to tap into their own BP for it, which is a pleasant surprise. There is also a text about a harem communal treasure pile with Daphne? Then comes a discussion of what everyone is doing.

Ootah lightly hip checks Mona. “I’d like some fiancée time today. Tegan got some yesterday. Fair is fair.”

Tegan grumbles, but doesn’t complain. Interesting. Mona gives Ootah a peck on the ribs. “I’d love that, Ootah. You got bigger!”

Kevin hands over his two reports to Mona. “Here are my findings for a couple of season Week Ones that are supposed to be at the wedding. I’ll have more, assuming you aren’t pulled away for it soon.”

Jenny pops up, “Uh, Andromeda, you wanted to teach me about your card game thing?” Jenny grabs Andromeda by the wrist and starts to pull her out of the Media Room.

“We can do that,” Andromeda answers, eyebrow arched, “if you’d like. Winter, we going to try to grind some matches for our quest?”

Winter shrugs, hopping out of Kevin’s lap. “Sure, I’m game. Esme’s in a bit? See if she’ll get some of my moms to meet us there so we have some opponents?”

Tessa, looking a bit disappointed, pipes up with some maybe false cheeriness, “I should help Mineko with her letter.”

The cat-girl bounds over, “Thank you, Tessa! I want to be good at writing letters for Mona!”

Gaia gives the nekomata a hair mussing before she starts to walk out the room, “I might join you two, after I get some Tina store shopping done.”

Tessa and Mineko leave, the latter asking about if they can play on the swings. Mona smiles as she watches them leave, then accepts Ootah’s arm. “I guess I’ll see you later?”

Kevin waves, then moves to his love seat for watching a more complete version of this season. Surprisingly enough, Tegan sits beside him.

“You need something, Tegan?”

“I was wanting to watch more. There may be something here that I can use to get my vengeance.”

On the one hand, that shit (as well as a lot of Tegan’s other shit) needs to be stopped. On the other hand, we need to meet her halfway if any of us are going to get along with her. Kevin sighs, “Fine. But we are talking about some things after. That fair?”

Tegan pulls out pen and paper, too. “Fair. We can talk. I need you on my side against the homewrecker any ways.”

Speaking of things needing to be stopped... Kevin loads up the season, noting that they are also on the wedding list. The actual season begins the same way the super cut did, but things slow down. Kevin settles in with his notes, getting prepared for hopefully a bunch of lessons on how to kill an eldritch horror. Here’s hoping something here is useful.