Week 1: Aria's Date, Part 3

Arriving at a self-service counter for their prizes, Aria simply had to hold her watch up to the screen and it spat out a voucher for her to take to the TF shop whenever she wanted to cash in her prize. As for the abundance of tickets that they’d accumulated, most of them went to a shark plush as a gift for Aífe, and the remaining were spent on a few boxes of candy for them to share later. Seeing that there was still a little bit of time left before lunch, they wandered the arcade looking for ways to kill time.

“I feel kinda bad.” Aria commented. “We spent most of our time here just focused on me trying to get that high score—you didn’t get to play any games.”

“It’s not that big of a deal.” Aífe shrugged. “It was still fun watching you rage against the machines—it was kinda like watching one of your streams. Besides, there’s always next time.”

“Or there’s time now.” Aria stubbornly asserted. Then, a lightbulb lit up in her mind, an idea having formed. “I just thought of a way to make it worth your while.”

“Oh?” Aífe was intrigued. “Do tell.”

“We’ll make a bet. Pick any video game in here—we’ll go head to head, and if you can beat me, I’ll show you my boobs.”

“Really? That’s a bit out of left field. Are you sure about this?” Aífe was taken aback. She expected this kind of behavior from the other shortstack in her harem, but not Aria. What’s her deal? Is she just that sure she’s going to win?

“Yeah, I figure it’s probably the easiest way for me to earn some points, and I want a safety net before the challenge in a few days.” Aria confirmed. “It’s not like you’d be the first girl to see my boobs—even as they currently are. Aoba’s seen them, so it’s not much different from that. Not to mention, these still don’t even really feel like my boobs, if that makes sense. Like, I’ve got memories of having these pretty much as soon as I hit puberty, but those memories still don’t feel that real to me, I guess.”

“Sure, that makes sense.” Aífe nodded along. She pondered on which game would give her the best chance of beating Aria. While it’s true that the streamer was known for being bad at a lot of the games she played, that didn’t seem to extend to the arcade. While Aria was no pro, she could definitely hold her own better than Aífe could.

“What’s the matter?” Aria playfully taunted. “Giving up because you know you can’t beat me?” As Aífe cast an annoyed glance her way, the redhead noticed something about her date that gave her a devious idea.

“DDR.” Aífe confidently announced.

“Seriously? DDR?” Aria looked skeptical. “I know you’ve seen my streams, so I know that you know that rhythm games are my best genre. Don’t tell me your secretly some DDR shark.”

“I’m not bad.” Aífe was only slightly bluffing. “I think I’ll be fine. Unless you’ve been spending the last few days getting used to dancing with those proportions.”

“So that’s your angle, huh?” Aria sized up her opponent. “Like you’re one to talk. I was too drunk to remember what you looked like before, but I know that you’re no more used to dancing with big boobs than I am.”

“Then prove it.” Aífe put on her best smirk as they both made their way to the DDR machine. She scrolled through the songs, listening to snippets of each one until she found one that matched what she was looking for—a decently long song with a medium-fast tempo. The perky J-pop blared its intro as they both started dancing. It wasn’t until about 30 seconds in that Aífe’s suspicions were confirmed. I knew it! She’s not wearing a bra!

The music continued with Aria’s score outpacing Aífe’s by a decent margin for the first 90 seconds, after which Aria began having more and more difficulty keeping up with the song—the weight of her ample bosom draining her stamina plus the uncomfortable sensation of her nipples rubbing against her shirt caused her dancing to get worse and worse. The gap had been gradually narrowing until the last 30 seconds, when Aria had had enough, sinking to her knees and letting Aífe’s score overtake her own.

“That… was… pretty underhanded.” Aria panted once the song was over. “I can respect it, though.” Aífe took a few moments to catch her own breath before responding.

“You fell victim to one of the classic blunders! The most famous of which is, ‘never get involved in a land war in Asia,’ but only slightly less well-known is this: ‘Never go in against a lesbian when boobs are on the line!’” The redhead playfully stuck her tongue out. “When I saw your BP, I figured you hadn’t bought a new bra, yet. Neither of us is used to moving around in our current bodies, but I was better dressed for the occasion.”

“Nice reference.” Aria conceded. She stood back up and stretched—her back was going to pay for her hubris later. “Well, a deal’s a deal.” Without any ceremony, she yanked up her hoodie and shirt, showing off her sizable breasts.

Showed the Mistress her breasts! +2 VP
First time bonus! +2 VP
Current score: 4 VP

“Huh.” Aífe blankly commented as she stared at the first pair of alien titties she’d ever seen (outside of hentai, at least).

“‘Huh?’” Aria quipped. “A girl shows you her boobs and all you can think to say is ‘huh?’”

“No, no, it’s just that I was thinking that I wasn’t sure what color I expected your nipples to be.” Aífe answered bluntly. “I didn’t know if they’d be pink or if they’d be some shade of blue like the rest of your skin. I’ve seen it both ways in hentai, so I wasn’t sure which one Ao—your character designer went with.” She caught herself before accidentally revealing the identity of Aria’s character designer, knowing it was a bit of a touchy subject at the moment.

“You know, I’m really not sure if I should consider that racist or not.” Aria chuckled, not expecting that response. “Whatever, let’s just go get lunch. DDR burned the last of my breakfast, and our candy isn’t gonna cut it.” They made their way to the exit, only to be greeted by Umbra.

“Good, you’re done.” The maid remarked. “Sera wants everyone in the dining hall. Now.”

When Aífe and Aria arrived in the dining hall for whatever it was that Sera had planned, they were alarmed to find Erica and Cecilia both tied to chairs, sitting back to back, Erica looking nervous and Cecilia furious. The other members of the harem stood anxiously to the side, as if waiting for something to happen.

“Hey, Aífe.” Erica weakly greeted, a bead of sweat forming at her temple. “I might’ve messed up.” Cecilia, meanwhile, could only growl angrily through the duct tape that someone (Umbra) had placed over her mouth.

“What the hell’s going on?!” Aífe shouted, rushing over to she if she could untie them while Aria cautiously went to stand with the others. “Why are you both tied up?!

“LET THE TRIAL OF MISS ERICA ANDREWS AND MISS CECILIA PINE COMMENCE!” Sera’s voice echoed through the room, startling those present. The doors swung open, and she stepped through wearing a stern expression.

“Hold on, what trial?!” Aífe looked between Erica and Cecilia, panicking. “Did something happen? You two didn’t actually fight each other, did you?”

“No, there was no **** involved.” Sera answered, walking across the room to stand on the far side of the defendants. “Allow me to read the charges—Miss Pine, you are accused of entering a restricted area and attempting to read classified documents, while you, Miss Erica, are accused of assisting another contestant in breaking the rules. I’d ask how you both plea, but we already have your whole plan on tape. Hmm… perhaps ‘trial’ is the wrong word—it’s actually your sentencing that’s about to commence.”

“Whoa, hold on, they did what?!” Aífe was dumbfounded. She’d expected something like this from Cecilia, but she hadn’t imagined that Erica would be her accomplice. After a moment, though, her surprise faded somewhat, realizing that she probably twisted Erica’s metaphorical arm until she agreed to help.

“Miss Pine entered a private room in my office, clearly labeled ‘Employees only’, before searching through the documents on my desk as well as some of my personal possessions.” Sera explained. “As for her sentence, hmm…” She thought for a few seconds until her face lit up with an idea. “I know the perfect thing! If Miss Pine is so eager to access employee only spaces, then she can work here as an employee.”

“Wait, Sera, you’re not… eliminating her are you?” Elise chimed in from the side, and Cecilia’s eyes shot wide open in fear once elimination was mentioned.

“Oh, heavens, no.” Sera waved her hand, dismissing the idea. “No, she’ll be given a part-time job running the church.”

“We have a church?” Erica asked, the question mirrored in Cecilia’s eyes now that the looming threat of elimination was off the table.

“We will in time for her shift tomorrow morning.” Sera smiled. “You’ll work there for four hours each day, with a 1 hour lunch break. Your shift will be 10 AM to 3 PM, with 2 days off per week—the day of your date and the day of the challenge. Your primary duties will be to keep things clean, take confessions, and offer advice or counsel to any who need it.” Truly, if the air in the room weren’t so filled with tension, a few would of them would be chuckling at the thought of Cecilia offering advice.

“You should be thankful that that’s all you’re getting, Cecilia.” Aífe scolded the other redhead, out of both frustration and concern. “This could’ve ended up way worse for you, not to mention that you dragged someone else along with you. I get wanting to get out of here, but you’ve gotta be more careful.”

“You’re half-right, Lady Aífe.” Sera corrected. “While your words of warning are certainly warranted, I never said that I was finished passing down her sentence.” Cecilia gave Aífe a look of irritation at the Mistress having spoken too soon. “I’m giving her a job that she desperately lacks the qualification for—something that should really be rectified. Luckily, she already has a transformation waiting in the wings that would make her the perfect fit for the job.”

“You mean—“ Aífe interjected.

“Exactly.” Sera nodded before using her magic to display the relevant TF on the wall mirror.

Testament of Sister New Bitch: Cecilia won’t be needing anything from the dusty old Bible in her room that she never reads because she’s got a new God(dess) now! All of her memories relating to the Christian Bible will now be replaced with the Bible of Aífe, a holy scripture detailing all of her Goddess’ holes, how best to pleasure each of them, and various other rules and duties that a devout worshipper should follow and observe. (Pastor’s Daughter) (Reward)

“Now, you might be thinking, ‘but Sera, she broke the rules. Why is she getting a reward transformation? Shouldn’t you give her a punishment one, instead?’” Sera posed a rhetorical question. “To which I say that I am a firm believer in the power of rehabilitation. Why do something that would only continue the cycle of criminal activity, when I can reform her into a responsible, productive member of the harem.”

Cecilia rolled her eyes. While she couldn’t speak, her expression clearly said, “ugh, just fucking get on with it, already.”

“This won’t be a particularly noticeable transformation, so I’ll have to use another method to demonstrate it.” Sera said, ignoring the furious glare from Cecilia. “Now then, Miss Pine, I’ll remove your tape so you can answer the question I’m about to ask.” The tape vanished with a wave of her hand. “What is the first commandment?”

“‘I am the Lord your God. Thou shalt worship no other god before me.’” Cecilia answered immediately. Not going to tell them I only remember that because of The West Wing. She thought to herself as the words played in her mind through Martin Sheen’s voice.

“Excellent. Now—“ Sera snapped her fingers, an imperceptible change sweeping over Cecilia. “I’ll ask again: What is the first commandment?” Her question was met with silence as the defendant blushed a deep crimson. “Well? Go on. Do remember that I can **** your answer if I need to.”

“U-um…” Cecilia stuttered. The others were both curious and worried at how bad it must be to put her in this state. “Lady Aífe… Lady Aífe is your Goddess. You shall willingly devote your body and soul to her.”

“I’m not about to get smote, am I?” Aífe nervously looked to Sera for confirmation.

“No, of course not.” Sera assured her. “Harem Hotel has non-aggression contracts with most human deities, including the Abrahamic God. You’re fine as long as you don’t go around murdering people or destroying churches when you get back home. Besides, I’m the one judging sins right now, and there’s one more sinner left to deal with. What say you in your defense, Miss Erica?”

“Umm…” Erica gulped as she thought of a response. “She made me do it.”

“True, I saw how you were ****.” Sera nodded thoughtfully. “That being said, couldn’t you have simply waited until we were talking in the TF shop and then revealed her plan to me?”

“Uh…” Erica was backed into a corner on that one—she was silently kicking herself for not thinking of that at the time.

“What’s more, you acted so enthusiastically—I thought someone was finally showing a genuine interest in my shop.” Sera dramatically dabbed a handkerchief at the corner of her noticeably tearless eyes. “Fortunately for you, though, the rules don’t make mention of a Host’s hurt feelings, nor am I one to hold a grudge for that sort of thing, anyway.”

“Phew…” Erica audibly breathed a sigh of relief.

“Unfortunately, however, I do still have to punish you.” Sera dashed the bunny’s hopes. “While you didn’t break any rules, yourself, you did still knowingly and willingly assisted another contestant who did so. As for what it will be, hmm… as thanks for one of your suggestions while we were in the shop, I think I’ll give you a freebie of it right now!” She turned to the others. “You see, she actually came up with quite a good idea while she was floundering for ways to keep me occupied—that perhaps contestants would be more likely to purchase the path removal option available in the shop if they could choose what path would replace the old one.”

“Huh?” Erica thought back. “Oh, yeah. I did suggest that, didn’t I?”

“Indeed. So now—“ Sera changed the mirror display to a helpful infographic, “contestants will be able to purchase the standard path removal for 2500 BP, or the premium version for 5000 BP. The premium version will give you two replacement paths to choose from. So, Miss Erica, which path would you like removed?”

“Oh! Uh…” Erica drew a blank and simply said the first one that came to her mind. “The Submissive path, I guess? Uh… yeah. That one just isn’t really me, and the bunny stuff ended up being not too bad.”

“Understandable.” Sera nodded. “Though I do hope you’re able to reconsider your stance on submission eventually. I’m sure the viewers—and Lady Aífe—wouldn’t mind seeing you on your knees from time to time. As for your replacement path, these are your options.”

(Army Brat)
(Athlete)

“Athlete.” Erica answered after thinking for a moment. “It’s easier to think of what that one might have, compared to Army Brat.”

“Good choice.” Sera smiled, before changing the screen to show new options. “Now, our contestants won’t usually have this when they purchase the path removal, but this is a special instance! We’ll give our audience a chance to choose your first transformation on this new path!”

Clitorade: It’s important to maintain your electrolytes when working out. Whenever she finishes a workout, Erica will have to get her electrolytes by eating out another woman. Failure to do so can lead to mild, but still unpleasant cramps. On the bright side, her new post-workout drink will prove highly effective at relieving soreness and restoring energy. (Athlete) (Neutral)

Internal Combustion: Erica no longer sweats or gets hot when working out (beyond a light sheen to look sexy), building up a different kind of heat, instead. Whenever she finishes a workout, she’ll get hit with a wave of arousal proportionate to how much she exerted herself. To avoid a feedback loop, this transformation is inactive for 30 minutes after the arousal hits. (Athlete) (Neutral)

“So, which would you prefer, Miss Erica?” Sera prompted. Erica, meanwhile, was still mulling them both over—there were pros and cons to both.

“The second one.” She finally answered. “Neither one is awful, but this one at least lets me choose how I want to deal with it when it hits—sure, it would be nice to recover faster from a workout just by eating pussy, but I don’t want to risk turning something I enjoy into a chore, y’know?”

“A well reasoned response.” Sera replied before addressing the audience. “But it’s ultimately up to our viewers! We’ll let you know their response tomorrow morning, but in the meantime, let’s open the poll!”

(The poll is now closed. Thank you to all who voted.)