Your life will change

Valleyr walked around the crowded halls of the space station. Ever since she had awakened today, the elf had been wandering around the place, seeing new faces and new sights, the wanderlust had always made her feel good. She had gone to the recreational district, spent the first half of the day swimming in the pools, with either legs or tails, running on the different tracks and playing in all the courts there too. She had worn a hotel provided bathing suit, and now was rocking a sports bra, booty shorts and running shoes. They were not her usual clothes, of course, but she had to admit, they were far better for the kinds of activities she liked.

After a quick stop at the food court for a rather meaty lunch, the druid now found herself exploring the entertainment center with the various attractions and activities it had to offer. She had always loved some aimless wandering, it always managed to calm her down. Seeing new faces, exploring amazing places, navigating maze-like streets, or in this case corridors. Even though it was sort of weird seeing only humans around, these corridors were all so interesting, with always a new attraction waiting around every corner, that she didn’t mind the little weirdness of the place.

The elf was now walking through a small corridor, it was narrow and simple looking, like a lowkey alley between two unassuming buildings, when suddenly a door she hadn’t noticed before went ajar and a strong voice screamed from the inside:

“And don’t you come back!” And with the impact of that shout, Harley Quinn of all people was thrown out of the door like a common thug. She was holding a giant brown bag filled with poker chips, which she used to absorb the impact of the fall, some chips flying out of it in the process. Sprawled on top of the bag and on the ground, the clown remarked, surprised:

“Hey Pointy. Didn’t see you there.”

“I told you not to call me that.” Valley said as she helped the woman to her feet. “What was that all about?”

“Oh, that little incident? I just got kicked out of another casino.” The jester tried to make a triumphant pose while fixing her hair from the fall at the same time. She wasn’t that successful.

“Why are you saying it like it’s some great thing? And why did you get kicked out? You look like you are doing well.” The elf pointed to the cartoonishly big bag of casino chips on the ground. Then a realization hit her. “Wait, you said this wasn’t your first time. Were the other times just today?!”

“Third expulsion in a day, baby!” Her pose got even more intense. Now Valleyr understood why that was impressive.

“Why the hell would you do this to yourself?”

“Oh, it all happened because I was totally cheating.” The clown answered while grabbing all the spilled chips from the ground.

“I didn’t peg you for one to know that much about card games.” The elf said, with a genuine look of surprise on her face. “You really are full of surprises.”

“I had a boyfriend once whose whole deal was cards and he also had a close friend who owned an underground casino, so I picked up a couple tricks along the way. And now I’m putting them to good use.”

“But you still haven’t answered me, why are you doing this?”

The jester grabbed her bag, threw it over her shoulder and turned to face her roommate.

“Because,” Harley’s smile went from fun to mischievous as she lowered her voice, “I have hoarded a small fortune along the way.”

She showed Valleyr her phone screen. It contained all the transformations she had managed to get up to this point.

Like a cat - She gains superhuman flexibility. Perfect for whatever position the Master wants to try.

The Red on her lips - Her kisses will bring pleasure to those she kisses, and her saliva will be a powerful aphrodisiac. The Master can choose to be immune to this whenever he wants to.

The eyes of the Oracle (Boon) - She can see all the upgrades available for all transformations accessible to her.

“Holy shit, you got it!” The druid was now beyond impressed, she had begun to buy into the larger than life idea the woman in front of her always tried to convey. After all, she had managed to, in a single morning, get a transformation she was dead set on from the start, not to mention a completely separate boon as well. Just who is this woman?

“You betcha! And it didn’t come cheap either. The Red one cost me 50 chips, and the Oracle one 15.” Harley was starting to enjoy the looks of admiration the elf was throwing her way, she could get used to this. Which just happened to give her an idea…

“And what about that bag? How much money did you actually make?!” Valleyr continued with her questions.

“Oh this? There isn’t really that much left in there.” Harley got a bit bashful as she explained. “I feel sorta nostalgic when I rob a place and run out with a big bag of cash, just makes me feel good, ya know?”

“No, not really, but you do you I guess.”

_Damn, this girl can be dense sometimes. _The clown remarked to herself.

“They are all 1 point chips.” Harley then took a small pause, inhaled and exhaled hard, like she was getting ready to share a secret she wasn’t sure should be shared. This is the hard part, I have to sell it well. “Ya know, I can cash you in on this, if you want.”

“Me, getting more BP? Why don’t you keep doing what you're doing? It seems to be working.”

“Well, I have been kicked out of three casinos today already. This ship is big, but there aren’t that many left.” She tried to play it sympathetically, like she was being deprived of something good. “You, on the other hand, can go in and out of them as you please. I can teach you how to cheat and, in exchange, you share your profits with me. How does that sound?”

“And why would I want to do that? Sure more points sound nice, but it’s not like there’s something specific I’d want to buy.” The druid was more confused than ever now.

There, I got her. Harley thought.

“But there is.” The clown princess of crime adopted her best saleswoman voice. “You see, while I was browsing the online store searching for things to buy, I found this one transformation on Hyppolita’s section that I think you might like.” She quickly searched up the item on her phone and showed it to the elf.

Beauty is in the eyes of the Beholder (50 BP) - Whenever this contestant is in a room with someone, they will embody that person’s ideal of the perfect beauty. If there is more than one person, one is chosen randomly.

Without allowing Valleyr much time for thought, Harley continued her pitch:

“Imagine how much people would lust over you with this, imagine how much they would love to have your body pressed against theirs simply from looking at you, one glance, a single move from you could have them squirming in their pants from pent up lust.” Then she went for the killing blow. “Imagine how they would worship your body. Because you would be perfection.”

Valleyr was wide eyed, she was watering at the mouth. And at other places too. She would be worshiped, adored, all for the price of a single transformation. This was not a discussion anymore, she HAD to have this.

“Ok. Ok. I’ll do it, just give me that. Buy it for me right now! I will pay you later, I’ll let you enjoy my amazing body first hand, just give it to me.” She was lurching over Harley at this point.

“Woah, calm your pants there cowboy. I don’t think you noticed, but we don’t have the funds for such a purchase right now.” Harley pointed at the screen, showing her total of 22 BP and the transformation’s price of 50 BP. “But there’s something you can do to get us there.” She said suggestively.

“Ok, I normally wouldn’t share this, but there's an even faster way for me to learn the tricks of the games.” The shapeshifter was breathing heavily, trying and failing to calm herself down as a new idea popped into her mind. “Elves, where I come from, have the ability to gain another person’s knowledge by eating a part of them, from a limb to a piece of hair.”

At the mention of eating a limb, fear ran through Harley’s spine. Maybe she had unknowingly crossed a line here, maybe she’d taken one step too far. “Hey, let’s not get too drastic here, I’m sure we can work something else out.”

“Don’t worry, this ability works with liquids too, though sweat works really slowly in my experience.” The elf explained, hastily pacing back and forth in the tight alley.

“I suppose m-my saliva would work too, or… you’re not gonna drink my blood, are ya?” Harley unwillingly ran a hand over her neck. She had overstepped way beyond on this one.

Valleyr seemed to almost not be listening anymore, but she suddenly turned her head, eyed the clown up and down with manic glee in her eyes, and hungrily licked her lips.

Shit. I fucked up.

***

Lin had spent the entire day in his room. He’d experimented with changing the appearance and vibe of the space station and the people there, had taken a look at some of the titles available to watch, but mostly he’d spent the day on a couch with a laptop. He could go online just fine, but the network prevented him from logging in or from leaving a comment anywhere, he guessed it was to stop him or anyone else from talking to the outside world about the hotel and the show.

Whatever, he couldn’t go into his google docs, so he just created a new word document offline and began typing. He’d written a couple chapters of Bianca’s story, where she came back to her friends from an interdimensional rift and they enjoyed a day together, as well as finished Ariadne’s story on chapter 7, where the main villain was defeated in act 1 and no one had to die to get there. It was all poorly paced and filled with grammatical errors, but it was all he could do right now.

He didn’t know if this could change anything, he wasn’t altering the original document. He didn’t know if even that would help, but still, this was all he could do.

After countless minutes of silent contemplation and self loathing, he heard a knock on his door. He set the laptop down on the chair, went over to open it and saw a couple people he didn’t recognise standing outside. The one on the front, and the one who addressed him, was an asian girl of about his height with dark blue hair in a neat pixie cut, she wore a blue short dress, with a couple frills on the tips and black stockings, and held a couple of cleaning supplies in her hands.

“Hello Master! My name is May, I’m with the cleaning crew. We saw you hadn’t left your room all day, so we took the liberty of coming here to tidy it up while you were still inside anyway.” Lin looked behind her and sure enough, the other three women all had similar uniforms and supplies. He noticed they were all from different ethnicities, there was even a pink woman. "I hope we are not intruding, we can return later, or not come here at all today, if you wish so.”

“No, hum, come in.” Lin said, unsure of himself. The women entered and began cleaning the many environments of his suite very effectively.

He felt a bit weird having all these people around, so he retreated to his room with the laptop. After about five minutes of staring at the last paragraph of Ariadne’s rewritten story, May knocked on his door frame, asking if she could clean up his room. He let her do so and resumed his staring while sitting on a chair, but the woman interrupted his thoughts.

“Ya know, it can’t be healthy for you to be held up alone in here all day. Why don’t you go out for a bit?”

“I don’t think there’s anything for me to do out there. Maybe I could help by doing this.” He pointed at his screen.

“Oh, don’t give me that. This is a literal space station! A magical hotel only possible in people’s dreams and you’re telling me there’s nothing to do in it?!” Her voice was full of intensity, but also had a playful energy to it. Lin couldn’t help but to feel her contagious joy rub off on him a bit.

“It’s just that what I’m doing here is…”

“Na-na-ni-na-no, you are the guest of honor in this whole starfairing paradise, you can’t just ignore it and wallow alone!” She grabbed his hand, dragged him out of the chair and threw the laptop on the bed as she brought him out of the room. Lin tried to resist, but May basically pushed him outside even as he dug his heels on the (unfortunately) smooth floor of his room.

When they reached the door, she pushed him out and blocked the opening with her, admittedly, small frame. As he regained his balance, she quickly added:

“Us being here is the perfect opportunity for you to go out and explore! There’s only a couple hours until the challenge tonight, so go see the sights, be impressed and, before you know it, it will be time to go anyway!” Without waiting for an answer, she hastily closed the door on his face.

Once he adjusted to whatever the hell was happening in this chaotic interaction, Lin went back to the door and unlocked it with his card, but it didn't open. Not because of the lock, but because something was propped up against it, something heavy. He heard May’s voice from inside:

“Go out! You will thank me later!” He also heard some giggling and high fives from the girls inside.

Where the hell did Chrissi find these people?! He was almost sure those girls had been sent specifically to get him out of his room and into the hotel.

Without much of a choice at the moment, he walked the small hallway and pressed the button for the elevator.

***

Two women sat at a romantic dining table. One of them was a blonde with a sexy bunny outfit, the other, a raven-haired beauty with a dominatrix getup. They seemed to be getting quite close, the blonde laughed at the dominatrix’s jokes and the dominatrix kept giving her sweet looks in return. The whole situation came to a head when one of them knocked a glass out of the table and, as they bent over to get it, both women's hands grazed each other. They both recoiled instinctively at the touch. Then the scene changed to a brunette being fucked doggy style, while being held by her ponytails, and moaning like a whore. So Bianca just closed the TV.

“Ok, that’s enough dehumanizing women for the day.”

“Wait, no, put it back!” Hyppolita cried out. “The date was going great. We can skip the sex scene and get back to that!”

“I’m honestly just tired of it for now. We have been watching that weirdo Magnum’s season for hours now and I can’t take any more of this show.” Bianca ran a hand across her face, as if it would clear the disgust she was feeling. “And we still have our own episode to be a part of tonight, so I at least want a break from it.” She went to the bedroom’s door and turned back to Hyppolita as she opened it. “I’m gonna go grab something to drink, do you want anything?”

“Yeah, grab me a beer.”

“You wanna drink beer with popcorn?! How haven't you finished that bucket yet, anyway?”

“It’s endlessly refueling for 24 hours. Bought it at the food court for a single point. Best purchase I ever made.”

“I– ” Bianca just gave up on the topic and went to the common area. She went to one of the fridges and brought a cold bottle of beer and another of water back to the room.

“Yeah, that’s refreshing stuff.” The cleric exclaimed happily as she drank. “So, what do you want to watch now?”

“My head is too tired from this binge, I would rather just hang out for a bit if you don’t mind.” The black woman answered as she sprawled on the bed with her water bottle.

“Ok, want to talk for a bit?”

“Sure.”

“What do you want to talk about?”

The cop looked back at her with an inquisitive look. What _did _she want to talk about? Her gaze was drawn to the necklace, a miniature closed metal gauntlet, that hung right between the redhead’s breasts. That sure was an interesting position for it to dangle on, and she couldn’t deny she stared at those for a bit longer than necessary, but _that _wasn’t going to be in her line of questioning.

“That necklace of yours, what’s it about?”

“It’s the symbol of my god, Tyr, god of war, fair combat, fair challenges and bets, and the crippled.” The cleric answered as she took the small metal gauntlet and examined it herself. “It is supposed to represent an unwavering belief in justice, your convictions, and in helping those who need it.” Then she took a somber tone. “Some good cleric I was, didn’t manage to follow them.”

“What happened?” Bianca asked, genuinely concerned.

“I got cocky. Decided Tyr wasn’t appreciating me enough and left my post to go fight in the frontlines.” Her look was distant and painful, as if those memories were coming back with the same **** they had when they were formed. “As a result, some of his sacred artifacts were stolen, and I was cast down, sent alone on a mission to retrieve them.”

After a pause, Bianca added:

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t. I brought this upon myself, and onto him. He didn’t deserve to have his power diminished because of an insubordinate underling.” She was rolling her beer solemnly on her hands, popcorn entirely forgotten.

“And… have you found any of the artifacts?”

“Just one. I was sent into a pocket dimension ruled by a despotic vampire, there I found Tyr’s sword and slayed the vampire alongside other heroes.” She was deep in thought, beer in hand. “Come to think of it, it isn’t that different from where we are now. Wonder what artifact I’m supposed to find here…”

It wasn’t obvious, but Bianca could spot the redhead was beginning to spiral into a guilt trip, so she asked the first thing that popped into her mind.

“Did you say he was a god of the crippled?”

“Yeah, Tyr himself lost a hand in a bet.” Not waiting for additional questions, Hyppolita continued explaining. “He was friends with a monster, a giant wolf, but the other gods feared it. He was willing to bet his entire life for his friend and to show the other gods he was peaceful. The problem was, they tricked Tyr into leading the wolf into a trap so they could keep him locked up until the end of time. The monster was not very happy and felt betrayed, so he lashed out and ended up biting off one of Tyr’s hands in the process.

“The thing is, he never stopped trusting people, even after that. And, of course, it sometimes comes back to bite him.” She pointed at herself and lowered her head, staring into the ground.

Shit, that didn’t work, Bianca thought.

“Alright.” She rose from the bed, forcing Hyppolita to lift her gaze from the ground to look at her. “I asked you something, now you get to ask me something back. Anything you want. Shoot.”

The cleric sighed before really considering the offer. She spent a good few seconds in thought before finally deciding on the question.

“Do you really have an owner? What’s this even about?”

“Well… yeah. Once, on a drunken night out, I ordered a Certificate of Ownership online and decided to jokingly put my name on the object part. One day I met this random guy and he has the exact same name as the one on the certificate, so I decided to humor him. He was a bit of a perv at first, but turns out he was lonely and just wanted some friends. That was kinda cute of him, so I felt like I couldn’t say no.” She felt a blush rise up to her cheeks. “He also had a couple other girls as his property, I don’t know how so many people managed to have the same idea as me, but we had a lot of fun together.”

“Yeah, I can see what kind of _fun _you had, based on your face right now.” Hyppolita said with a smirk.

“Stop it!” Bianca said, uncharacteristically bashful.

“So what, you came because he was cute and stayed for the sex?”

“I… I don’t know, this is all too new to me, it only happened a couple days ago.”

“Sorry, sorry, I wasn’t aware you had lost your virginity this week.”

“I’m not talking about the sex! I meant the Certificate, you… you… are joking, of course.” The cop closed her eyes, pinched the bridge of her nose, and sighed.

Hyppolita was laughing out loud, slapping her knee and cackling on the bed. “You should see your face right now. Priceless!”

At least I managed to make her laugh. That's something. The black woman thought to herself.

“And how much of a ‘good girl’ are you to this owner?” Hyppolita asked playfully.

“Well, he _is _my owner, so I should obey him at all times. It’s only fair, right?” The cop explained, like this was the most normal thing in the world. The half-angel threw her a suspicious look, but didn’t press any further.

“Well I won’t stand here and do nothing about this slander!” Bianca said playfully. “Wanna go grab a bite? It’s almost challenge time and I haven’t eaten anything in a while.”

Hyppolita held her popcorn bucket in Bianca’s direction and raised her eyebrows suggestively. To which the woman responded:

“Oh, hell no! I’m getting some real food before this challenge, who knows what we may face there. I’m gonna go to the food court, are you coming with?”

“Yeah, stretching my legs will do me some good. I’ve been sitting down all day.” The cleric got up from bed to follow her friend and, before they even got to the elevator, was already stuffing her mouth with popcorn again.

***

“Ahhh! Your tongue… is so… goOD! RIGHt there, don’t stop!” Harley Quinn screamed as she convulsed on her bed.

“Yes mistress.” Valleyr raised her head from between Harley’s thighs just to answer her, then dove back in.

The elf had been drinking that woman’s pussy juices for the better part of the afternoon, trying to gather as much information as she possibly could. The problem was that… hang on, Harley’s arching her back, that means she’s close. Valleyr expertly moved her hand from the jester’s leg onto a very specific point in her spine and applied a very exact amount of pressure to it. The woman’s uncontrollable moans then became full incoherent cries of pleasure, as that pressure point was all she needed to go over the edge and cum in the elf’s mouth again.

Anyway, the problem was that most of the information she had been able to gather had been related to the lower regions of her body, since that’s where she was eating from. So basically she had become a sexual expert on anything related to Harley Quinn and her body, but had gotten hardly any information on how to cheat at card games reliably. The good news is that Valleyr was making her cum faster and faster each time, so at least there was a chance she could do it before tonight.

As the elf began her ministrations once again, the anti-heroine pleaded:

“W-Wait, we’re going too fast! Can’t ya give me a little break here?”

“Sorry mistress, but our time is running out if we want to do this by the game tonight. Not to mention, I REALLY need your cum inside me right now.” And without another word, Valleyr went back to licking.

“Wait, s-stooo… ooooh no.” Harley moaned as her eyes rolled back in her head and she was consumed by the elf’s delightful tongue once again. Trapped in a prison of pleasure of her own making.

Down to clown town - 5 VP

First! (Lesbian sex) - 5 VP

Cunnilingus - 3 VP

First! - 3 VP