Week 1 Wrap-Up, Part 2: Fayophilia, Tabophilia

Winter

“...Winter Copse-Wood.”

Winter rushes in, but not to Mona first. The drow leaps into Caoimhe’s arms, wrapping legs around her waist, plants a kiss on her lips, then holds on until the stunned Mistress recovers from the shock.

Kevin: +1 XP (Kiss another contestant)

Winter: +1 XP (Kiss another contestant)

“W-winter, you...?”

Winter hops out of the all limb hug and finishes the thought, “...offered myself up to Mona so we can be together? Yes. And I would do it again.”

Winter adds a little more hip sway as the drow approaches the other Mistress. The maid, in proper uniform, stops and offers a curtsy, “Mistress Mona.”

Winter does not look to Queen Mama. The conflict is radiating off of her intensely. Instead, the maid focuses on Mona. The gamer girl smiles, “Winter, I’m happy for you. I hope you weren’t lying when you said that you were okay with being with me?”

Instead of answering with words, Winter covers the rest of the distance to the throne and gives the maid’s new mistress a kiss. This one is less intense than the one given to Caoimhe, but just as heartfelt. The maid murmurs into Mona’s mouth, “You gave me someone who will love me, despite my condition. I am forever grateful. Don’t doubt my sincerity, Mistress Mona.”

Winter: +2 XP (Kiss the Girl)

Winter returns to the proper position as Mona recovers. When she does, her smile widens. She nods.

“Oh, and I am also a competent scout and combatant. Unlike a certain fox-girl, I would have gotten away if I somehow screwed up a stealth mission.”

Tegan snarls. Mona pouts a little, “Don’t tease my fiancée; she tried.”

“Mistress, I am a bit of a brat. I kid. If it gets too much, you can always spank me. Or peg me. Whichever one strikes your fancy.”

Mona blushes a little and squirms on her throne. With a wink, Winter heads back to Caoimhe and wraps her up in a side hug. “You and me, Mistress,” Winter whispers, “We are going to succeed together.”

Ootah leans over, asking, “This doesn’t look like a Kevin, cousin.”

Winter doesn’t budge as the maid feels her Mistress blushing a little. “We both saw Kevin swap to this form, Ootah. Don’t say that my sexy bull is unworthy.”

Caoimhe mutters, “We are going to need to talk about your family tree, Winter.”

“Sure. Sounds like lovely pillow talk.” Winter feels Caoimhe’s blush deepen.

The Queen clears her throat, “My child, ladies, gentlemen, and others in the audience. Last contestant to introduce remains. Mona, care to guess who it’ll be?”

Winter is curious about that, too. The maid, still clinging to Caoimhe, leans in.

Mona answers, “I am kind of torn. The horny gremlin in me wants it to be Harith. He’s soooo sexy. The responsible Mistress that I want to be really wants Jenny. I know she’ll have a hard time with it, at least initially, but I want her to be able to live again.”

“Well, one part of you is going to be satisfied. Our final contestant from this audition is...”

Jenny

“...Jenny Ackley!”

Jenny hears her name. Daphne gently touches the smooth surface of her body and Teleports them both into a room Jenny has never been in before. The ceiling is nice, I guess.

Jenny hears a voice growl from her right, “A coffee table?!?! What kind of sick degenerate perverts want Mona to fuck a coffee table?”

Mona barks from past her feet, “Tegan, you don’t know the whole story! She’s an eliminated contestant from another season.”

There seem to be multiple people to her right as several voices murmur. One laughs. Well, when that asshole gets MtF’ed, it’ll serve him right.

Daphne gently brushes her webbed hands across Jenny’s surface. The mermaid must have telepathically checked in; she does that. Tyalangan speaks up, off-center towards the left, past her feet, “For this next bit, we should bring in a special guest. We are about to do something rarely done. Ms. E?”

Panic rises in Jenny’s unbeating wooden heart. A Producer? Here? I’m dead. I’m dead. Daphne keeps providing soothing touches on her surface.

And, suddenly, little paws are resting on her surface, too.

“Boo! No kitty form, Ms. E!” Tina bemoans by where Tyalangan should be.

Equally as suddenly, a cat’s face dominates Jenny’s view of the ceiling. The eyes are glowing a blueish silver. The fur is silver, shimmering with moonlight. The voice, a lyrical soprano that makes Tyalangan’s magically compelling voice sound like gravelly garbage, speaks, “Afternoon, Ms. Ackley. You cannot believe the bureaucratic nightmare I and my lawyer went through for you. Soooo many meetings with Executive Producers. Even with your original Host being dead and your old season being rolled over to my portfolio when your original Producer ‘mysteriously disappeared,’ so many nosy Nancies thought that the cruelty inflicted upon you should remain.”

The cat hops out of Jenny’s view. That gives the coffee table a moment to think. Binky is dead? And the Producer behind him is gone?

Daphne mentally responds, “Ms. E killed Binky herself, way back during our season. And we should not talk about what happened to Mr. C while the cameras roll. Needless to say, he won’t object to us doing this.”

If Jenny could shiver, she would. I thought Producers were invincible. Daphne doesn’t respond.

Jenny missed some Producer grandstanding, but starts to pay attention as the cat moves back into view, “So, my dear Ms. Ackley, are you ready?”

Yes!

The cat hops off again and Jenny starts to feel the change set in. It starts with hair; she feels it grow out of her wooden scalp and drape down to the floor. She strains her eyes to try and see it, only to feel them move inside her sockets. Wooden eyelids cover them for what feels like an eternity. I can blink! I CAN BLINK!

“I CAN, LIKE, TOTALLY BLINK!” Jenny’s jaw moves, and she shouts before she even realized she could, “AND I CAN TOTALLY TALK!” Then her neck feels less rigid; she slowly lifts her head to see a cute little bonsai tree, straight out of The Judo Junior, growing out of her rapidly inflating breast. The little tree has sprouted numerous little pink flowers, which is really pretty. Her arms and legs, no longer frozen stiff, give out. Jenny finds herself flat on the floor. “Like, owie!”

The cat is sitting on her breast. Specifically, the one that doesn’t have a bonsai tree growing out of it. “You okay?”

“Like, why am I, like, still talking like this?”

“Your original transformation is still active. Your elimination canceled out the troublesome ‘You are as pretty as people find conversation with you interesting’ transformation, but...”

“The, like, ‘I talk like a stereotypical Valley girl bimbo when horny’ thing is still totally going? Gag me with a spoon. Being constantly frozen on edge, like, totally sucked. Like, give me a minute to, like, cool down.”

Mona, who looks cute in that outfit, blurts out, “Um, Miss Producer cat? Why does Jenny have a tree growing out of her boob?”

A nice pot of dirt appears beside Jenny. The cat waves a paw, and the bonsai tree crawls out of Jenny and into the pot. The cat responds as the pot floats towards Mona, “Oh, Jenny is a dryad now. This little one is the tree her soul is connected to. Take good care of it!”

Wait... what? My soul is connected to a tree?

Mona is at least taking it reasonably well. “Ah, okay? How do I take care of a bonsai tree?”

The kangaroo-girl (Oh, gawd, this season is on the weirder end, isn’t it?) blurts out, “Oooh, I know!” She’s bouncing up and down.

“Great! Thanks, Gaia! I will take good care of your soul tree? At least it’s portable.”

Okay. Kangaroo-girl is Gaia. I can learn about the others. I can make this work. A rapid-fire dinging knocks Jenny out of her train of thought.

Jenny: +4 XP (Full frontal nudity for mistress)

Jenny: +18 XP (Full frontal nudity for another contestant [9 instances])

The cat this time struts off of her and moseys over to Tyalangan. “I think that was some pretty good work on my end. I believe you have the rest?”

The cat fades away as the sea elf nods. She addresses Tina first, “My bonny bunny, please display what we just did.”

“So excited to, cutie!” Tina declares with a flourish. She displays the transformation Jenny just went through:

From Table to Tree – Jenny becomes a Dryad. Mona is given a potted Katade-mochi bonsai tree that Jenny’s soul is now bound to. Jenny can enter and exit this bonsai tree, despite being of Tiny size. While Jenny cannot be too far away from the tree, as long as the bonsai tree is taken care of, Jenny will be happy and healthy (Dryad – Partial Elimination Reversal).

Huh.

After reading the transformation, Jenny struggles to stand up. It’s been so long. Feels weird. Tina bounds up and offers Jenny a buxom body to press into. Tina is a good friend. Tyalangan summons a full body mirror.

Jenny looks into it and is surprised. One, her body is still made of wood. She can flex joints as if she was still made of flesh, but her skin is the same untreated cherry wood her coffee table body was made up of. Her hair is the same mahogany shade, just as straight and thick as she remembers from before her elimination. Eyebrows and a small tuft of pubic hair match. Her nipples are still there, but they are green, as are her irises, tongue, and lips, both upper and lower. Her fingers end in almost thorn-like points.

Tina whispers, “You’re okay, Jenny. You’re okay.”

“Would you like details?” Tyalangan asks.

“Like, totally.”

“Okay, so you are still made of wood, like you were as a table, but the wood is living and spiritually infused. So, once you get used to being able to move again, you won’t notice any huge differences from how your human body worked. You will be able to survive on water, sunlight, and mineral supplements, should you wish, but you can eat and drink other things. Careful to not consume too much table salt. You will feel yourself wither if you get too far away from the bonsai tree. I can’t give you an exact distance, as it is influenced by your level and some other health considerations. The poorer you are doing, you closer you’ll need to be. I would avoid trying to leave the Hotel without Mona carrying the bonsai tree until you get much stronger. If the tree is doing poorly, you will need to be closer and may start to lose your mind. So, again, take care of it.”

“But, I can, like, live?”

“Yeah, Jenny. You can live. Tina, mind helping Jenny get settled with the others while I introduce transformation time?”

As Tina helps her walk over to the others, Jenny shudders. Oh, yeah. Transformations. I hope they aren’t as bad as what that demon Binky came up with.