Transformations on the Beach: Pt. 3

Levi Summers

The votes trickled in, the numbers climbing on the screen with a deliberately suspenseful slowness. Levi brushed the sweat out of his face, his forehead perspiring from the suspense and blazing sun above.

But when the final count was revealed, it became clear that the outcome was far from close.

1. Seal Collector: 49.5%
2. Your Body Knows, Too: 19.7%
3. Ideal Partner: 15.7%
4. Mark of Viewers' Choice: 15.2%

"With almost half the votes, Seal Collector stomps the competition," Azure announced, her voice bright.

• Seal Collector: When Levi first marks a contestant, he may negate the usual effect to gain instead a boon that matches the best characteristics of that contestant. In other words, he may soon have the best virtues of each of his conquests*. [Masters Seal+]
• * Note: For contestants who have already received a seal, should options 3 or 4 be taken, they call keep their current effects for the time being. The next time Levi has sex with them will be considered the new “first time” regarding activating this modifier.

As Levi reread the words, he went through a range of emotions First relief vanished, then slowly replaced by pulse of anxiety. He clenched his fists, uncertain of how to feel.

"So, this is good?" Tomoko asked.

“It’s... the best of the worst,” Olivia nodded, trying to act nonchalant. However, she couldn’t hide her immense relief, a smile emerging on her face and breaking through her tough exterior. 'Thank god.'

Ji-Woo's eye twitched, her jaw tightening as she barely contained a scream of frustration. 'You mean if I'd just waited a few more hours, I wouldn't be his **** right now?' she thought, blinking back fury. She squeezed her fist. 'No, remember why you did it. So he would trust me.'

Azure flashed a wicked grin. "Good news, all of you. All of you can serve your master in ways you've barely imagined. Your wombs are now gifts for him to unwrap. You know, more than they were before."

A ripple of irritation spread. Azure, true to form, soured the moment with a sly insult. She raised her chin, voice crisp. "You will each be vessels for his next stage of evolution. Your best traits—yours to surrender."

"What traits?" Levi asked. "This is so vague."

"Let me spell it out," Azure said, eyes glinting. "Pretend Sophia was a world famous chef. To be clear, she’s not. She sucks at cooking. Like, she could torch water, honestly. But this is just an example."

Sophia frowned. 'You didn't need to add that.'

Azure continued. "So, when if you were to have sex with Sophia, you would instantly acquire all of her culinary knowledge and cooking abilities, becoming a world-class chef. Similarly, with any other contestant, you will obtain their top skill or trait when he FIRST have sex with them."

She wagged her finger playfully. “In other words, each time you claim their virtue, you will gain, well, their virtues.”

"So, what are our virtues?" Tomoko asked.

Azure winked. "You'll just have to do the devil's tango and find out."

"Do they lose their skills? Like, would Sophia stop being a chef?" Levi asked.

"Again, she's not a chef. She can't even make eggs without creating a biohazard."

'Please stop,' Sophia thought.

Levi rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean. Would they lose what makes them special ?"

Azure smirked. "No, they won’t lose anything special. We wouldn’t take away your concubines' best qualities."

The crowd exhaled as one. Shoulders eased, and worried eyes softened, the anxiety that had hung over them ever since Levi received his old seal finally dissipating.

"That being said, we'll make sure that whatever you copy, you'll be a bit better at it. Wouldn't want you to get shown up by a girl."

"Fuck you," Olivia shot back, though unable to hide that she was still grinning in relief.

“Of course, if you prefer the old, pussy-shock version of the tattoo, you are free to apply that instead when you first brand them,” Azure added. “It’s your call.”

Olivia’s eyes flared, the smile finally evaporating. ‘Don’t you fucking think about it!’

“Levi wouldn’t do that,” Tomoko said, defensively.

Levi’s eyes briefly flicked over to Ji-Woo, but then immediately averted them.

“Still, the best way to answer your questions is to give it a try,” Azure offered. “So, Levi, want to fuck a bitch for us? Start your evolution to godhood?”

“Ooh! Are we fucking? I wanna!” Jezebel cheered, perking up only at the mention of sex.

Levi wiped his face. Azure's words of ‘evolution’ echoed in his head. “No,” he said.

Azure nodded. “Fine by me. Points are suspended while we’re handing out TF’s anyway.”

“Do we still have to call him master?” Lauren asked, gritting her teeth.

Azure’s smile was razor-thin. “Absolutely. That rule’s carved in stone.”

“That’s fine,” Sophia said. “It’s just a word.”

“No one asked you, freak!” Lauren snapped. The goth was the only one not relieved by the result, viewing the idea that Levi would continue to benefit while they suffered as the ultimate injustice.

“So, we’re not fucking?” Jezebel asked, disappointed.

“No, but it is your turn for a transformation, Jezebel, so let’s see how the audience chose to fuck you!” Azure laughed.

Jezebel grew even more excited. “I’m fucking an audience?”

“No, it was a pun.”

Jezebel's smile faded. “I don't get it.”

Jezebel

The monitor appeared in front of Jezebel as the options populated. However, the blonde had already lost interest, instead looking at Levi, and thinking about what his junk looked like under those trunks. John let out another silent cry of anguish as he felt Jezebel tingle in excitement at the thought of how deep his dick could go down her throat.

It was only when the chime of a calculated vote rang out that her attention was brought back to the screen.

1. Sensible Clothing: 28.8%
2. Eloquence in Rhetoric: 28.3%
3. Twice Daily: 27.8%
4. Brunette Bun: 15.2%

Azure put both hands on her head. “Incredible! All but one are within 1.5% of each other. For the first time this season, we have a three-way tie.”

1. Sensible Clothing: Jezebel will only be allowed to wear skimpy outfits in places or situations where it is societally appropriate. Otherwise, she must cover herself a moderate amount.
2. Twice Daily: Jezebel can only climax twice a day. Once from stimulating herself, and once from a partner. She’d better make them count.
3. Eloquence in Rhetoric: Jezebel will always speak in perfectly constructed sentences and intelligent words. She will often not understand what she just said. Furthermore, all sexual slang will be changed to clinical or medical terminology.

Jezebel's big, stupid grin fell away to one of absolute horror. The heart beating beneath her giant knockers nearly entered a heart attack, as the entire world collapsed around her as she read.

“Only... twice?” she whispered in horror, transfixed on the middle option as if she was reading her own **** warrant.

“Let’s not waste any time and apply these bad boys,” Azure grinned, snapping her fingers.

Jezebel shook her head in **** disbelief. “This is unacceptable. A daily limit of two pleasurable vaginal contractions is far too limited to be reasonable.”

Jezebel blinked in confusion; the strange words from her mouth might as well have been in another language. Olivia burst out laughing. Elena and Tomoko couldn’t help but snicker as well, despite their sympathy for her.

“How am I supposed to choose a single self-stimulation activity?” Jezebel continued to complain, still not understanding what she was saying. “Yesterday I reached the highest point of sexual excitement three separate times!”

'Five times,' John thought miserably.

"Even in those instances, it was too few," Jezebel whined. "How can I ever be sufficiently sexually satisfied with two?"

“You're free to edge all you like,” Azure offered. “You’ll only be able to cum once from masturbation, and once from sex per day.”

“You tyrant,” Jezebels cried, tears flowing down her face. She raised her anguished eyes to the board to read the first option again, before bringing them down to her outfit. “And look at what you’ve done to my outfit! You’ve dressed me like a prude.”

“You look exactly the same,” Azure groaned, pointing to her skimpy swimwear. “The beach is a place where it’s fine to look like a slut, so your bikini is fine.”

“God forbid you have to wear a shirt indoors," Lauren taunted, feeling a vindictive thrill at seeing the blond blubber.

“A shirt?” Jezebel gasped. “But such garments would conceal my mammaries.”

“This is so damn stupid,” Ji-Woo sighed, shaking her head.

“At least it’s funny,” Olivia admitted, still in a good mood from Levi’s results. John couldn't help but feel an extra sting of humiliation at seeing his sister get amusement from his fate.

“I think we should give Jezebel a moment to mourn what her life has become,” Azure chuckled, watching the blonde bimbo begin to blubber.

Lauren Peterson

“Next up is our fastest winner, Lauren Peterson.” Azure teleported across to Lauren, wrapping her arm around her familiarly. “Anything you’re rooting for.”

“Bit me, bitch!” Lauren snapped, shoving Azure's arm off of her. “Just get on with it.”

“You got it, winner girl.” Azure winked.

The votes were tallied, but the victor was clear from the first moments, winning in a landslide.

1. Goth Spectrum: 44.4%
2. Help for the Help: 25.3%
3. I’ll Do It Myself: 24.7%
4. Rocker Goth: 5.6%

Goth Spectrum: Lauren will now be able to dress in the full spectrum of goth subcultures. For example: Punk Goth, Pastel Goth, Goth Lolita, etc. She will also be given knowledge and appreciation of these subcultures and their fashion. [Dark and Gothic+]

“Let’s get you changed,” Azure said, snapping her fingers in her now familiar way.

The goth attire surrounding Lauren began to dissolve into vapor off her skin. Black smoke came off of her body, drifting upwards before being whisked away by the brisk beach wind.

Lauren yelped as her naked body was exposed to everyone. "You better not be ogling me, Sophia!" she shouted, covering her crotch.

"Like I would want to," the catgirl muttered.

New fabrics began to emerge and drape over Lauren's naked body. Bright pink intermingled with deep, inky black. Leather chokers and gloves contrast with hot-pink skirts.

Hair dye splashed and spread among her locks. Her hair became immediately divided into left and right halves, turning bright blue on one side and pink on the other. A white, midriff-bearing top snugly hugged her bosom, while a thong with visible straps protected her modesty beneath her skirt.

Lauren looked at herself, her classic goth attire now that of pastel goth.

"It looks terrible," Lauren said, though she was surprised by the uncertainty in her voice. The fact was, she didn't hate it. The longer she looked, the more she considered alternative combinations. From the dark elegance of Victorian goth to the edgy aesthetics of punk goth. Decades worth of fashion options were at the forefront of her mind.

'Oh God, why? Why do I know all this?' Lauren thought in dismay, regretting that she could distinguish between Trad Goth and Deathrock, and that these subcultures even existed. Worst of all, she hated that she didn't dislike them on principle, especially after years spent putting down the 'emo goth kids.'

She cleared her throat. “It’s trash,” she lied.

“Of course it is, honey,” Azure winked.

‘Things could have been worse,’ Nineteen offered.

‘If you tell me to look on the bright side, I’m going to shove those wings up your ass.’

Nineteen suppressed a chuckle.

Sophia Maoulin

The catgirl gulped as Azure turned to her. “That leads to our final transformation. Once again, our biggest loser was Sophia Maoulin.”

Levi placed a hand on hers. “It’s not your fault. It was just bad luck,” he offered.

Sophia shrugged. “Doesn’t change it though,” she sighed.

The final polling data sprang to life, calculating her fate. Sophia could only hope that the same audience that had elected her as the best girl before, and had granted her the chance at avoiding elimination, would show her mercy this time.

1. Heat: 29.3%
2. Trope Fetish: 24.2%
3. Kitty Crawl: 24.2%
4. Lucky Letcher Lure: 22.2%

“A close match, but we have our winner!” Azure announced.

Heat: When Sophia is especially hot, she might find herself going into heat. This will have the effect you would expect. [Kemonomimi Nyan Nyan-]

Sophia turned pale, pressing her lips together. “I... see...” She cleared her throat. “So, in that case, are you going to actually explain how this works?”

“Oh, I don't think an explanation will be needed,” Azure replied cryptically, looking up to the sky. Sophia followed suit, seeing the scorching sun overhead, bearing down on them.

Sophia’s heart dropped as she realized why Azure had saved her for last: to keep her in the sun as long as possible, letting her bake until the moment was right to...

“I need to swim!” Sophia shouted in a panic, taking off for the waves. However, she didn’t make it halfway before it hit her.

A powerful surge of hormones coursed through her veins, sending shockwaves of intensity surging from her core. Overwhelmed by the rush, she collapsed to her knees, a sharp cry escaping her lips.

"Sophia!" a chorus of people cried. "Are you alright?" Levi asked.

The girl spun around on the ground, remaining on all fours. As she caught sight of Levi, she became utterly frozen. She could not look away from him. Or more accurately, what was between his legs. She drooled as she grew increasingly transfixed on the outline of his dick.

Suddenly, the fact that he was the only male around became impossible to ignore.

The longer she stared, the more her mind went blank, replaced by primal endorphins. "M-m-mast... ster... ahhh... AHHHH...." Her eyes glazed over, her body trembling with an anguished need. "Help... me... need... NEED..."

"You sick fuck!" Olivia shouted at Azure... "What have you done to her?!"

"Levi, do something!" Tomoko insisted.

"Sophia! Can you hear me?" Levi asked, panicking. However, his male voice only drove her wilder. The last rational thought left her head, leaving her incapable of anything but panting.

She instinctively clawed at her top, slicing the strap and letting it fall off her chest, bearing her breasts for the males' approval. Her body began to moisten, her every instinct to get herself ready for him, dripping her fluids onto her discarded top.

"Sophia?" Levi asked once more, slowly approaching her, careful not to startle her with any sudden movements. However, his hesitation was the last thing she needed. Her body responded without waiting for him to act; the cat was now in full estrus.

She wailed in need and lunged forward, a surge of frantic energy propelling her, but her mind was too gone to move with any grace or coordination. She tumbled forward, falling helplessly onto her back.

"SOPHIA!" Levi shouted, his voice filled with urgency as he sprinted toward her. He knelt beside her, looking down at the chaotic heap that was Sophia.

There was no trace of the intelligent, analytical girl he had come to know. Her every thought had been replaced by raw, overwhelming desperation. She tore apart her bikini bottom, revealing her soaking entrance for him, her pussy beseeching him to enter her.

"Awhhag! AwaAAGGG!" she screamed, raising her hand pleadingly towards him, unable to do anything but make beg. Every second that passed without his seed in her pushed her to new heights of hysterics. "AAWGGHAH AAAHHHH!"

In that moment, Levi understood. The fact that everyone, friend and enemy alike, was watching him no longer mattered. Sophia needed him. Her very mind was at stake.

He knew what he had to do.

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