Week 1: Cecilia's Date, Part 1

Cecilia woke up anxious—the knowledge of what she had to do that day weighing on her mind. She hadn’t put any thought into what she might do on her compulsory date with Aífe, having instead wasted all of her time over the past 2 days futilely searching for a way to escape the (admittedly quite nice) prison she and the others were trapped in, and then sulking when her search failed. Now she was faced with a task she was woefully unprepared for—especially given the fact that she was fairly certain the last thing that Aífe would want to do is go on a date with her. As Cecilia stressed over her date, Erica moved slightly in her sleep—the feel of silky fabric rubbing against the small of Cecilia’s back where there was a gap between her pajama top and bottoms reminded her of another source of unease. She flashed back to the events of the previous evening.

Cecilia had retired to the Rose Suite earlier than the others, not exactly in the mood to interact with anyone. As she sat at her vanity, simply whiling away the time having already finished her nighttime routine, wishing she’d stopped by the library to grab a book, Erica came in and began her own preparations for bedtime. All was proceeding normally until Erica started changing into her sleepwear. When she reached for the pink onesie, she found her hand stopping about an inch away from it.

“What the hell?” Erica tried to move her hand closer, but it was as if her hand refused to obey her will. Out of curiosity, she reached for the same lingerie she wore in bed with Aífe the previous night (already washed and returned to her wardrobe), and found that she could grab it without issue. “Okay, seriously. What is going on?”

“Problem?” Cecilia asked, clearly more concerned with the noise Erica was making than whatever Erica was struggling with.

“It’s really fucking weird—for some reason, I can’t put on the stupid bunny onesie.” Erica furrowed her brow.

“Wow. Didn’t realize that you were that attached to it. Or do you just really like looking like a lunatic?” Cecilia taunted.

“Oh, shove it up your ass!” Erica snapped. “I just don’t exactly have… a lot of good options.” Erica turned away, hiding her reddening cheeks.

“You went shopping yesterday, didn’t you?” Cecilia crossed her arms. “Don’t tell me you didn’t think to buy anything to wear at night.” She face-palmed when she received a timid nod in response. “Okay, so why don’t you just wear your workout clothes. It’s not like either of us want you sleeping in the buff.”

“They’re all in my locker at the gym.” Erica groaned. “And I can’t just go get them; it’s already past curfew.”

“Does it have something to do with your upgrade?” Cecilia finally decided to be helpful, even if it was just so they could be done with this dilemma. “We’re able to check stuff about our transformations in our vanities, right? So, pull it up.” Erica activated the screen in her vanity mirror, navigating to a menu listing transformations, where they found the exact text of her upgraded transformation.

Mistress Doesn’t Dream of Bunny Girl Osananajimi: As a dutiful casino worker, Erica can now only dress in sexy playboy bunny outfits. Once per week, she can challenge another contestant to a game, wagering up to 500 BP. Both players must agree on the amount wagered and the game that will be played. (Bunny Girl) (Minor Punishment) Upgrade: You know, if you think about it, any outfit that a sexy bunny girl wears is technically a sexy bunny girl outfit. This upgrade will make that true for Erica by making her a real bunny girl. She can now wear any outfit she thinks she’d look good in, but will find that her original playboy bunny outfits are by far the most comfortable thing she could wear.

They both scanned the text for any clues as to the reason for Erica’s current predicament. A moment later, a lightbulb flickered on in Cecilia’s brain.

“I bet it’s this line—‘She can now wear any outfit she thinks she’d look good in.’” Cecilia pointed to the line in question. “Since you don’t think you’d look good in that—and I can’t blame you, that thing is hideous—you can’t wear it.”

“Shit. Of course, there had to be a catch.” Erica rubbed her temples. Cecilia looked at her, about to make a snarky comment about the fact Erica didn’t catch this last night, but held off once that train of thought **** her to consider the likely reason for that—the fact that she didn’t attempt to wear the bunny onesie when she was in bed with Aífe, and what that implied. She blushed slightly. Erica weighed her options before scratching her head in frustration and giving up, passing the choice to her roommate. “Okay, look. We have two options, and they both absolutely suck for me, so I’m leaving it up to you—I have… some lingerie that was provided with my initial TF, so it’s either that or I sleep naked. Your choice.” Erica blushed and scowled.

“So, you had underwear you could have gone with?” Cecilia scoffed. “Then what was the point of all this panic over what you’re wearing? A bra and panties are better than me being woken up by a nipple poking me in the eye—who cares if they’re a bit lacier than normal?”

“It’s not just a—” Erica began to protest before stopping. “You know what? Fine. I did leave it up to you.” They both turned away from each other as they finished getting ready for bed. When they turned back around, Cecilia was left dumbstruck, not having thought of the possibility that it was something more daring than a set of bra and panties. She couldn’t help but think of the fact that that was most likely what Erica had worn in bed with Aífe the previous night, and also couldn’t stop herself from imagining the scene of the bunny and their Mistress in bed together. She shook those thoughts out before storming toward her side of the bed, pointedly looking away.

“Whatever, just stay facing toward your side tonight, got it?” Cecilia huffed, laying down throwing the covers over herself.

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock, that was the plan.” Erica, likewise, stormed over and laid down, grabbing her own share of the blankets. They both laid there, silently fuming for awhile before eventually drifting off to sleep.

Now wide awake, Cecilia’s body was struggling to summon the motivation to move from its current, very comfortable position as the little spoon—Erica having turned over in her sleep, and both of them having scooched toward the other source of heat in the bed. Conflicting sensations assailed Cecilia—the comforting weight of Erica’s arm wrapped around her was trying to **** her into a state of relaxation, but the silky feeling of Erica’s lingerie rubbing against her back paired with the warm tickle of Erica’s breath against her neck were driving her heart rate up. Eventually working up the energy to overcome the inertia of comfort, she carefully moved Erica’s arm to avoid waking her up. Now freed, she got up, quietly dressed herself, then left to take a walk in hopes of clearing her head, leaving Erica still snoozing.

Also waking up in the arms of another, it took a moment for Aoba to remember where she was and whose arms she had been sleeping in, the realization causing her to silently freak out. Holy crap, that’s right! I’m in Aífe’s room—I… slept with her. She was certain that the drumming of her heartbeat would be loud enough to wake the sleeping redhead, and she blushed as she thought back to the events from last night. Did we actually do all of that stuff? That wasn’t just a dream? She grinned dreamily as she fondly recalled how Aífe’s touch had felt before cringing as she remembered the things she had said in bed. What the hell came over me?! Those lines would have been cringy coming from someone sexy like Erica or Natalie, let alone a scrawny shrimp like me! Aoba’s silent beratement of herself was abruptly ended by a set of fingers brushing her hair aside and a pair of lips gently kissing her on the cheek.

“Good morning, Aoba.” Aífe lovingly greeted her second (God, it would take her a while to get used to having one, let alone multiple) girlfriend. “Hope you slept well; you were really worn out after what we did last night.” Her words caused Aoba to blush an even brighter shade of red.

“Yeah, I um… wait, that’s right!” Aoba sat up before turning to Aífe and bowing her head in apology. “I’m sorry that I fell asleep as soon as I came! I promise I wanted to make you feel good, too!”

“Relax, Aoba.” Aífe sat up as well, lightly patting the oni on her head. “I had a great time with you last night, and I’m just glad that you seemed to enjoy yourself.”

“About that, actually…” Aoba peeked up. “I know I have no room to talk, but are you sure you were a virgin? Because you were way better than I expected you to be. No offense.”

“Um, no, I was definitely a virgin before that.” Aífe scratched her head and looked away, embarrassed. “I just… did some of the things that I’d always fantasized about somebody doing to me if I had a female body. I had no idea if it’d actually feel good or not. Aside from that, I just measured your reactions.”

“Then, I guess we have similar fantasies, at least as far as that was concerned.” Aoba chuckled. A moment later, she lightly sniffed the air, distracted by something. Curious as to what Aoba was smelling, Aífe also took a tentative sniff. They both recoiled, just now realizing that they were completely coated in sweat (and a bit of Aoba’s juices). Looking down, they could see that the sheets were also fairly damp.

“Let’s go ahead and grab a shower before we head down.” Aífe suggested. “We don’t want to go to breakfast smelling like this.” Aoba nodded in agreement and they both headed to Aífe’s shower. Now that they had done much more with each other, they were far less hesitant to touch each other while in there, taking the opportunity to wash each other and occasionally cop a feel.

Aoba groped the Mistress’ breasts! +2 VP
First time bonus! +2 VP
Aoba groped the Mistress’ butt! +2 VP
First time bonus! +2 VP
The Mistress groped Aoba’s butt! +2 VP
First time bonus! +2 VP
Current score: 34 VP

Arriving at the dining hall around the same time as some of the stragglers, Aífe and Aoba were greeted by several curious stares. They were confused for a moment before they thought to look over at the scoreboard, seeing Aoba with a sizable lead over everyone else, having almost twice as much VP as Erica.

“Quite impressive, indeed!” Sera spoke from behind everyone, causing them all to jump in alarm. “Who knew you were such a go-getter, Miss Aoba? You’re already a third of the way to having the 100 points necessary to secure your spot in Lady Aífe’s harem!” Sera clapped softly, Umbra unenthusiastically joining in while she stood behind the Host. “And just think—you’ve managed to earn such a large number of points, and you haven’t even had sex, yet!”

“Wait, we haven’t? But what about all of that stuff we did last ni…” Aoba trailed off when she remembered she was in front of a rather large crowd to be talking about what she thought had been the moment she lost her virginity.

“While that was a wonderful experience you shared with Lady Aífe—tender, sensual, and very erotic, it doesn’t actually meet the requirements to be considered sex, as laid out in the rulebook for this season.” Sera changed the display to show a rule entry. “Here we are—Article 3, Section 70: The Definition of Sex as It Relates to a Primarily or Entirely Sapphic Harem.”

Two or more individuals are considered to have had sex if any of the following conditions are met with the consent of both parties: A) A toy or body part of one individual fully penetrates the vagina or anus of another individual; B) Two or more individuals make direct, genital-to-genital contact for the purpose of sexual stimulation; or C) Two or more individuals engage in more than two different lesser sexual acts in a single session.

"Wow." Aria said flatly. "I'm honestly surprised it's not Section 69."

“Of course not, Section 69 details the act of 69ing. I would think that much would be obvious." Sera chided the alien for her lack of thinking. "Anyways, I'm sorry to rain on your parade, Miss Aoba, but you have to understand—we must maintain strict requirements due to the need to reliably and accurately assign VP. Especially since we’re not dealing with anything as simple as ‘penis enters vagina.’” Sera said as she walked over to Aoba and patted her on the shoulder. “Don’t let this dash your spirits. If anything, this is a boon. You have another chance to offer your first time to Lady Aífe, a chance to truly make it a moment the two of you will remember for the rest of your lives.” Aoba nodded, still somewhat discouraged, and she and the rest of the stragglers filled their plates and sat down to eat.

“Excellent.” Sera turned to address the person scheduled for Aífe’s next date. “As you’re no doubt aware, Miss Pine, today is your turn to take Lady Aífe on a date. I do hope you have something more enjoyable planned for her than searching for an escape that does not exist.” Cecilia rolled her eyes before turning her gaze to Aífe, looking her up and down. She frowned in disapproval as she tapped her chin.

“Yeah, I know where I’m taking her.” She sipped the last of her coffee, having already finished eating by the time Aífe and Aoba had arrived. “Eat your breakfast, then follow me.”