Tour Part 2: Teleportation, Maid Service, Bedrooms

Tegan

Lunch was acceptable, though Tegan did not appreciate the naked lilac-skinned freak supervising her to ensure she ate everything. Tegan can’t afford to get fat. It’s bad for competition.

So, uncomfortably full, the Olympian joins the others to continue the farce of a tour. At least Tegan is getting her steps in as they go up another flight of stairs. Tegan considers the others. The wimp that stole the big-tittied cow’s affection. The criminal. The teacher that is also apparently an Internet slut. The skank that took the big-tittied cow to prom. And Craig, cursing like a sailor as he struggles with more stairs. Aren’t Canadians supposed to be polite?

The next floor looks a lot smaller. A singular room, with a series of doors and a kiosk in the middle?

The brain dead bunny begins, “Welcome, cuties and Kevin and Craig, to the Fast Travel Hub, the third floor of the hotel. You will notice that there are a number of doors in this room. There is one for each of you. To use the Hub, you must first select a destination on the kiosk from the list provided. Once you made your choice, open the door and you will be transported there. Give it a try! Go select ‘Fourth Floor Lobby’ and walk through your assigned door. That way, my little bunny ears won’t burn from the constant Canadian cussing!”

Some people chuckle at the joke. Not Tegan. She stomps her way to the kiosk and scans through the options. “Where is the biathlon practice range?”

The bunny cocks her head. “The what?”

“The biathlon practice range? For my sport?”

“Oooooh, that. There isn’t one. Nearest snowy mountain is a several hundred miles away. Weeks of travel to get there.”

Tegan snarls, like she has repeatedly done since being kidnapped by these freaks, and punches in the Fourth Floor Lobby. She finds her door, opens it, and steps through.

The lobby has several different couches, a small bit of modern art statuary with trickling water cascading down some rocks, and a nice coffee table. There seems to be four rooms, from looking at the doors. Some classical music of some sort is being pipped into the lobby. The delectable smell of chocolate chip cookies (the foul temptations!) fills the air. The morsels of fattening evil sit on the coffee table, waiting to further ruin Tegan’s aspirations.

“Would you like a cookie, new friend?”

Great. More freaks. Three girls in skimpy maid costumes. A big-tittied bunny. A big-tittied lilac elf. And another lilac elf with reasonably sized breasts. The bunny was the one that offered a cookie.

“You trying to make me a lard ass, you bimbo skank?”

The e-thot teacher snaps as she appears, “Rude, Ms. Fletcher. I would love a cookie, miss. Did you make them yourself?”

Tegan ignores the resulting conversation. Not like it is important. Nor does she particularly pay attention to the others arriving. The other bimbo bunny being out of breath as she climbs the stairs is amusing, at least.

“And that... cuties and Kevin and Craig... is how that works. The doors will remain visible to you while you are in the same room, but will disappear if you leave. So, a little less teleportation spam than what I am told is the usual fast travel system, but still helpful.”

“MOMMY!!!!!”

The bimbo bunnies bound together to hug. “Oh, my sweet little Bella! You look so professional in your little uniform! Give Mama a spin!”

The younger bimbo, Bella, breaks the hug and spins around. The skirt barely hides the bunny’s panties. That’s professional?

The elder bimbo starts another spiel, “Okay, ladies and Kevin and Craig, this is the fourth floor, the bedrooms! Now, you may have noticed that there are six of you and only four rooms. That’s because you will have a roommate! It’s like a sleepover, only with less kissing, at least initially. The rooms are themed after the seasons. Don’t worry; unlike other sets that do the theme room thing, none of these rooms have sneaky little effects on the occupants... yet. Maybe the audience will turn one of the rooms on? Who knows! Each room also comes with a cutie maid, to help do maid stuff! Say ‘Hi,’ cuties!”

The young bimbo, bouncing her disgustingly huge hooters almost to the point where they fall out from her uniform, goes first. “Hi, I’m Bella Hwestatúlieyantaséri Copse-Wood-Campbell. I am the maid for the Spring Room! We’re going to have so much fun together! I am looking forward to being friends with you all!”

The big tittied purple elf goes second. “Greetings! It is I, Summer Copse-Wood, and I am the maid for the Summer Room, as you would expect. I look forward to some merry mischief, hopefully not at my expense.”

The reasonable breasted elf goes last. She seems a little surly. “And I am Winter Copse-Wood. I assume you can figure out the rest.”

“C’mon, Winter, give it a little bit more enthusiasm.”

“Sis, lay off. I wanted to do something less camera forward, like, I don’t know, running wires for Mama Mattie.”

The big bimbo interrupts, “Ok, thanks kids! Now, room assignments. If you don’t like your roommate, be aware that things will be shuffled around next week. So, best room goes to Tegan and Andromeda. You get the Spring Room with Bella!”

Great. More bimbo talk. Tegan stomps towards the room and yanks the door open. She nearly slams it shut, but the bimbo stands in the way. The cow dating skank also walks in.

The room is beautiful and infuriating. On one side is a lovely four-poster bed, king sized, with latticework like vines climbing up and over the bed. It looks like a mirror is suspended in the vines hovering over the bed like a roof. The room smells of bright, fragrant flowers. Two wardrobes, each with a name, stands to the side, with a makeup vanity in between. There is a loveseat facing a fireplace. Across from the bed, a door is left ajar; from the brief peek Tegan’s vantage affords, that is a bathroom.

“Why is there only one bed?” Tegan growls.

“So you and your roomie can snuggle together!” the bimbo blurts out. The look Tegan shares with the cow-dating skank indicates that neither of them are looking forward to snuggling.

“And where are you sleeping?” the skank asks.

“Oh, uh, my own room, unless you two want me to join you. But, if you need me during the night, ring the bell over by the bed and I’ll hear it. I’ll be here lickity-split!”

Not going to need the bell, obviously.

The skank goes over to her wardrobe and pulls out an outfit. “If neither of you two mind. I’m going to go change in the bathroom.”

“I mean, you don’t HAVE to go change in the bathroom. We’re all adults here! Sexy adults!”

Tegan ignores the leering pervert as she slips into some casual team travel clothes. She’s heading downstairs to fully scope out the destination kiosk. Surely there is something she can do to keep her skills up. Preferably something that will also lead to her killing that Host skank for the humiliation she has heaped upon the Olympian. That whore needs to suffer.

Gaia

Gaia watches the angry and nerdy girls go into the Spring Room with the bunny-girl maid. Not great choices left. Am I getting paired up with the old bitty, the hick giving me the stink-eye, or the grumpy gimp? Not super excited, no matter how this works out. At least this is much better than prison.

The answer turns out to be the old bitty. “Next pairing,” the bunny assistant with the rocking tits declares, “Is Gaia and Tessa in the Summer Room!”

Gaia shrugs and walks in. She makes a bee-line to the wardrobe with her name, hoping for some real clothes. The criminal opens it to see only another orange jumpsuit hanging. My disappointment is immeasurable.

The bustier of the purple maids seems to sense the problem as she enters, commiserating, “Ooh, sorry. Once you have some BP, you can buy some more clothes and stuff? You don’t want to buy stuff til after the transformation happens anyways. From what Mom tells us, your measurements might change, especially if the Shifter option wins.”

The old bitty grabs some sensible clothes and heads to what Gaia presumes is the bathroom to change.

The whole room smells of grass, freshly mauled by evil lawnmowers for the crime of not being perfectly compliant with humanity’s disgusting urge to civilize everything. Despite the implications, Gaia likes the scent.

The bed looks comfortable, so Gaia bounces into it, sinking into the plush softness. Sooo much better than the plastic garbage mat the prison had. This place is not that bad. Not that bad at all.

The old bitty exits the bathroom, dressed like a sensible old lady. “That bathroom is ridiculous. It must have cost a fortune.”

“Pretty standard bathroom by my estimation, Auntie,” purple maid quips, “but I am a princess, so what do I know about commoner bathrooms? Anyways, as I said before, I am Summer and I am your maid for the week! Please don’t leave too much of a mess for me. I am sure most of the things here are pretty self-explanatory. The bidet might be tricky. The main thing needing explaining would be the bounty board. Let’s take a look!”

There, hanging on the inside door of the room is a poster, decorated with stickers and doodles. The poster reads “Summer’s Summer Room Bounties!” Underneath is listed first a set of bounties labeled “Daily (Exclusive ;-P)”:

• 5 BP – Teach a youngster a sexual skill
• +5 BP – ...if they cum during your lesson
• +10 BP – ...if you both cum during your lesson

Then a second list labeled “Week 1 Bounties”:

• 20 BP – Successfully complete your first training session.
• 25 BP – Earn Level 1
• 50 BP – (Exclusive!!!) Have a student earn XP with your Mistress using a skill from a sex lesson!

The old bitty looks scandalized. “You expect me to have sex with my former students?”

“I mean, you don’t HAVE to, Auntie; the first two Week 1 bounties are boringly basic and there are other ways for you to earn BP,” the purple maids seems points out, “For example, you should be getting some BP tomorrow morning for your placement in the Best Girl (or Guy) Poll. Think of the board as little rewards for doing what you should already be doing.”

“Great. Great.” the bitty looks irritated. The idea of getting points for sex doesn’t bother Gaia all that much. Sex is just biology in motion, a return to a primal state. Perhaps Malar will bless me with enough power to wipe humanity off the face of my world if I do well enough in this game?

“So, what now?” Gaia asks.

“Well, the rest of the day is yours. Explore the hotel. Make friends with your harem-sisters and -brothers. Don’t forget about dinner tonight. Curfew is 10 PM. I’m here if you got questions.”

“Thanks, toots!” Gaia bounds off the bed and starts to meander her way out of the Summer Room. She wants to go check out the Botanical Gardens. It’s been so long since she’s been able to enjoy a nice stroll through the sunshine and sight see some natural beauty. I think I like it here.

Craig

Craig’s disappointment is palpable as he discovers that his roommate is the other guy. He would be **** to admit that it makes sense, but still a disappointment. And they got stuck with the twig maid, too. Even the angry twig from the Spring Room has more curves than this Winter.

He hobbles into the Winter Room, air smelling of a brisk Vancouver morning, and takes the furniture as a punch in the gut. Only one bed? A makeup vanity? Do they think we’re fags? At least they have his old man rub available. He hobbles over and sits down to massage more pain relief into his aching knee. The other guy gets some more reasonable clothes from a wardrobe and heads to the other room to change.

Craig catches the twig maid staring towards his crotch, barely covered by the robe. “Like what you see? Maybe, if you’re a good twig, I will let you suck it. You look way too fragile for a pounding.”

The twig blushes and turns away. Craig smirks. Still got it.

Other guy walks back in, looking a lot less like a cowboy and a lot more like an American from the other side of the B.C. / Washington border, which he sounds like.

“Sooo, other guy, you like hockey? Rugby? Football? Or that wimpy American football?”

“Of those options, soccer, I guess? Not much of one for sports.”

Fag.

Hearing the awkward pause, Winter starts to fill it, pointing at furniture as the twig maid goes, “Hello, again, gentlemen, I am Winter and I am serving as your maid this week. Make yourself at home, Kevin. Craig, don’t be a slob. Bed, wardrobes, sitting area with a nice fire, bathroom. Ask if you don’t know how to operate the bidet. Last thing I want to deal with is mopping fecal matter off of the floor. Bounty board, for your consideration, behind me. If you need anything, ask. Ring the bell over there if I’m not here. I’ll let you read.”

A plain poster hangs with “Bounty Board” in block letters. It’s split into daily and Week 1 sections. The daily is first:

Chastity Cage: Wear a locked chastity cage from before the morning meeting until curfew. BP reward based on keyholder-

• 5 BP – Hold your own key
• 10 BP – Mistress holds your key
• 20 BP – Winter holds your key

Craig is disgusted by that. Why the fuck would I want to lock up my cock like that?

The “Week 1 Bounties” section second:

• 20 BP – Successfully complete your first training session.
• 25 BP – Earn Level 1
• 50 BP – Cum from anal penetration while locked up in chastity.

And why THE FUCK would I do that?

Craig slips off the robe (The twig definitely checked out my cock.) and starts to get dressed. He slips on his heavy duty brace so he can walk further. He needs some air. He knocks into the twig maid as he leaves, just to watch Winter squirm.