Week One Wrap-Up, Part 6: Transformation Results, Part II

Ootah

Ootah strides to the appropriate position. “I will take the earliest spot left. I’m no coward.”

“Understood, Ootah. Day 3 it is.”

“Now, tell me my fate, my liege.”

“Very well. Rite of Succession, with two-thirds of the vote, wins the first option and In the Heat of Battle squeaks by with 41.67% of the vote in a relatively contentious slugfest. Tina, if you will remind the audience.”

Aunt Tina does her magic and the results are displayed:

Rite of Succession – Ootah’s body is now locked in her current state. Her offspring will not inherit the orc body morphing curse. In exchange, her fertility is now in Mona’s complete control. Mona will decide when Ootah’s eggs are fertilized and where she can implant them (Noble).

In the Heat of Battle – Ootah gains both the Relentless Endurance and Savage Attacks traits, granting her the ability to survive a hit that reduces her hit points to zero (but not kill her outright) and deal triple damage on a melee weapon attack critical success instead of double damage. In addition, her sexual endurance increases dramatically and her refractory period is removed (Orc).

The Queen snaps her fingers and Ootah feels the transformations set in. Three conflicting feelings wash over the orc. One is a sense of stability she has never felt before. She feels like her body is solid. The second, a sense of lost control; she know with absolute certainty that Mona now commands her reproduction. The third feeling is very familiar; it’s been with her all of her adult life, just not to this extent. Her cock throbs and twitches in her loincloth as she feels Mona’s eyes on her. Her cock wants to plunge into the girl’s warm, wet folds for hours on end. Control, Ootah. Control.

“Thank you, audience, for the gifts. I will use them well for Mona.”

Ootah catches a glimpse of Mona staring at the tent in her loincloth. She throbs again as a result. Half of the harem are also staring. At least I will have plenty of interest. The warrior walks back to the others.

The Queen states, “And the pattern breaks. Cat, your turn.”

The Nekomata

The cat crawls on hands and knees again. She kneels on the spot, watching her new owner.

“Okay, cat, what day would you like for your date? Don’t say whatever day Mona wants.”

The nekomata pauses. Not just because she was told not to say the answer she wants to give, but she doesn’t understand the question. “Host-lady, what is a date?”

Owner-Mona answers excitedly, “Oh, a date is where you plan an evening for us where we have a good time and get to know each other and maybe have some bedroom fun at the end, if you want?”

Owner-Mona wants to have ‘bedroom fun’ with me? I don’t know what that means, exactly, but it sounds like it would please her. “As soon as possible. I need to please my O-o-Mona.”

“Day 4 recorded. If Tina will load up your winnings...”

Helper-lady does her magic to display the winning options:

A Proper Peach – The nekomata is dissatisfied with the... unfortunate situation between her legs. It is arguably the only real opinion she has about herself. Maybe by fixing it, she will learn that she is allowed to want things? The nekomata’s genitalia is replaced with a set appropriate for an adult female of her species (A Proper Maid).

Fury Swipes – Given the Thunder Gauntlets are on both of the cat’s arms, would it not make sense for the nekomata to be able to throw a half-way decent punch combo? The nekomata gains the Duel Wielder feat and the Two-Weapon Fighting style. There we go. Fixed (Artificer).

“...with around 91% of the vote going to A Proper Peach, and 54.55% of the vote going to Fury Swipes, we have two clear winners. Fury Swipes won’t have an obvious effect, unless you want to throw a couple of combos right now, but you will notice that your gauntlets seem a little lighter. For the other one...”

The nekomata squirms as the Host-lady touches her... down there. She feels the... thing shrinking, reshaping, reforming. The Host-lady sinks deeper into the nekomata as the... thing down there changes. When it feels like the Host-lady is a couple of finger joints deep, the cat-girl unties her skirt. She scrambles over to Owner-Mona. “Am... am I perfect for you, O-ow-Mona?”

Owner-Mona lightly touches her pussy through her latex armor and the nekomata squirms in glee, tails whipping around. She grinds into Owner-Mona’s hand, purring. Owner-Mona whispers, “Beautiful.”

“Ahem. You two can do that later. I assume you wanted Mona to collar you now?”

Oh, yes! Owner-Mona needs to make it official! The nekomata springs into action, summoning her super cute pink collar for Mona to use on her. She presents her neck, one hand groping her non-existent breast, the other teasing her pussy, her snaggletooth pinching down her lower lip. “Please, claim me.”

Owner-Mona gives the nekomata such lovely ear scritches. The cat-girls hands move faster. She feels the collar go around her neck and she stops. Mona strokes her chin, “My beautiful Mineko.”

Owner-Mona owns me! Mineko purrs contentedly. She then remembers, “Oh, O-o-Mona, here.”

Owner-Mona takes the pink leash, trying to understand. Mona whispers into her collar, “This way, you can always call me when you need me.”

Owner-Mona hears her through the leash, then smiles. She whispers back, “Oh, cool! Thanks, Mineko!”

Mineko crawls back to the others, tails waving on high.

“Our final contestant that earned some points in the polls. Tegan, your turn.”

Tegan

Tegan has been having a very bad day and she’s ready to find a corner somewhere and cry. She wraps herself in the blanket tighter and stomps over to the spot.

“Did they give me Breast Deflation?” she asks, demandingly.

“First thing is first, Tegan. Day 5 or 6 for your next date with your fiancée? You probably won’t be bailed out, so you’ll need to actually plan something.”

Tegan’s ears flatten as her tail bristles. Oh, right. I need to come up with something so Mona will not toss me aside. “Day 6?” she squeaks.

“Understood, Tegan. Now to your transformation vote”

“Um, Ms. Copse-Wood!” declares some dweeb, panting as he runs into the throne room, “Little Miss has a letter for you to deliver!”

“One moment, Tegan. Stanley, this is not the best time for...” the blue freak says, sighing, as she walks over to the dweeb. She takes the letter, then, seeing the envelope, raises an eyebrow. She pulls out a penknife, opens the letter, then gives it a glance. “Never mind. Thank you, Stanley. Good job.”

As the dweeb leaves, the freak returns and hands her the open letter, “Special delivery.”

Tegan growls, “You read our mail? How dare...”

The freak mutes her, then says, “Considering that someone tried to **** one of my co-workers via the mail system recently, it’s a sensible security measure. Now, share with the class.”

Tegan finds herself able to speak again, then **** to read her mail aloud:

Dear Tegan,

That was a truly impressive eclectic collection of 'anti-vampire' items, all the more so for being completely ineffective against me. I hope it didn't cost you too much. It did however, make a very impressive mess in my office, and my servants would like me to pass on a thank you. They do so love a challenge. Perhaps my gift will teach you not to slander those more gifted than yourself. At the very least, it should come in useful on your quest. Either way, I hope you have grown used to them by the time the second phase of my gift starts.

P.S. You should be aware that Susan is not in fact eliminated, but in second place not very far behind her girlfriend. Be very glad it was I who responded and not her, as Tracy would have done her best to make you regret the day Susan's name ever left your mouth in disparagement. I have no doubt she would have somehow found a way onto your host's set; she's managed half a dozen so far.

Regards,

Shar

Mona speaks before the vicious vixen’s voice is completely returned to her control. One word, laced with disappointment, “Tegan.”

The vicious vixen was about to let out another tirade, then turns to face her fiancée. Mona looks just as disappointed as she sounded. “Shar gave you a nice present and you tried to kill her with ‘anti-vampire’ items? That seems mean and also a bad plan.”

“But, the vampire freak cursed me with these disgusting things. A-and she just said that I’m not gifted! I was very gifted, at least before she cursed me!”

Mona blinks, not realizing that Shar is a vampire freak, she turns to the blue freak, “I-i-is Shar a vampire? Is she okay?”

“Yes. Got turned that way by the show. And probably okay. I imagine I would need to be chasing a cat-girl around if she wasn’t.”

Mineko shudders, “I am sorry, Host-lady.”

“Not you, Mineko, Tracy. One the one hand, this Hotel is warded out the wazoo. On the other, the girl has shown to be quite good at translating magic into computer code and hacking it in... interesting ways. But we are getting off-topic.”

“Yes, the topic is the cruelty that Shar monster did to Susan. And the cruelty you plan to do to me,” Tegan snarls.

“Susan is happy. You could be happy with this, too, if you gave it a chance. Speaking of, time for your results. Tina?”

The blonde cow-tittied bunny does her update thing. The results infuriate the vicious vixen:

I Was a Highway(wo)man – Tegan’s Ranger archetype is, of course, based on Robin Hood. Let’s get Tegan some skills to make her blend in with the Merry Men better. Tegan gains the following proficiencies: Deception, Stealth, Thieves’ Tools, and Daggers. She will find herself now really enjoying the acts of hiding and watching others perform erotic acts (Ranger).

How Tegan Gets Her Tails Back – Because Tegan is a Ranger (which only gets to Level 5 spells), she will find it impossible to get to all 9 tails a proper kitsune should have. Let’s fix that glaring error. Tegan will no longer be allowed to multi-class into a non-caster class (Barbarian, Fighter, Monk, Rogue) or the pact-caster class (Warlock). At the levels where a warlock normally unlocks / improves the Mystic Arcanum feature, Tegan can select a spell off of the Druid list to cast for free once per day (a sixth level spell at Level 11, a seventh level spell at Level 13, an eighth level spell at Level 15, and a ninth level spell at Level 17). For each of these milestones, she will gain an additional tail (Kitsune).

“WHERE IS MY BREAST DEFLATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Tegan bellows as she feels the curses start to set in.

“Yeah, basically no one voted for it. I frankly doubt that anything from that transformation path will ever win a vote. People gave it to you as a side effect of fox-girl, not because they like the other BE.”

“Then why do I have BOTH?!?!?!”

“Well, I Was a Highway(wo)man won, with 50% of the vote. How Tegan Gets Her Tails Back got second place with 41.67% of the vote. I decided to use a veto so you get both.”

“WHY?!?!?!?!?!”

“So you don’t self-sabotage yourself trying to avoid your gifts, like you did this morning. Now, either you adapt or...”

“FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!” Tegan snarls as she stomps back into place, trying her best to ignore the flood of information and limitations rushing into her head. How do I figure out who all to add to my vengeance list? The blue freak and the audience all need to pay for this!

Craig

Craig is as pissed off as the now no longer flat fox. He finds himself compelled to move. He rigidly stands at attention on his spot.

“By process of elimination, Craig’s date is on Day 5.”

Five days. I have five days to come up with a real plan and be able to execute it. I fucking hope whatever unfair bitch thing the audience voted on isn’t too debilitating.

He hears the fucking dyke bore a thought in his head, “Or, you could, you know, get with the program and try to make up with Mona?”

He only dignifies that with a rumbling growl.

“Let’s see what your bad behavior has earned you, Craig.”

The blonde bunny bimbo does her thing. And the terrible option is displayed:

Big Controllable Cock – Craig is no longer in control of his cock, in a literal sense. Anyone in the harem that is ranked higher than him can issue commands that his cock will automatically obey. These orders will remain until canceled by another order. Orders will not damage his cock, so he can be ordered to have an erection lasting longer than 4 hours with no consequences. The higher ranked commander overrides contradictory orders; Mona’s commands override any others. This control affects every aspect of him: size, shape, hardness, sensation, et cetera. Enjoy (Big Canadian Cock – Punishment)!

“With 58.33% of the vote, the winner is Big Controllable Cock. Yeah, and I’m not touching you.”

The blue dyke snaps her fingers. He feels... numb down there. Fuck.

“Care to demonstrate, Mona? You’ll need to unlock him.”

“Oh, yeah. Fun!” The chubby Asian skank hops down from her throne and stands before Craig, holding up that blasted key he’s been wanting all week. “Craig, stand so they can’t see you and whip it out. That’s an order.”

The gnoll growl, but complies. Mona gets on her knees, as is right and proper, and unlocks him. Finally. The gamer slut coos. “Nice. Though it is a little smaller than advertised.”

Craig: +2 XP (Show Crotch to Mistress)

Craig snarls, pissed off at the insult. Mona smirks, “Now, grow 3 foot erect and throbbing so hard it hurts.”

The girl giggles as his cock suddenly complies. His cock springs forth, stupid large. The tip of it goes in his mouth and it tastes awful. He coughs.

The blue dyke shouts, “Anyone want to offer a contradictory order?”

“No need,” Mona declares, “I’m satisfied. Now, Craig. I want you soft. And you will stay completely flaccid until you apologize and mean it.”

Fuck you, you fat-ass skank! Craig watches as he shrinks down to a bit smaller than his normal size, flaccid. She smiles and hands him the key, noting, “Well, I don’t need this anymore. You can have it back. In case you want to lock yourself up again. It looked... good on you.”

He shoves his flaccid cock into his pants, zips up, and walks back to the others, daring them to laugh. Definitely need a way to beat that skank in her own command game. I got five days. Shit.

“Finally, it is Mona’s turn.”

Mona

Sexy body transformation, here I come!

“Ready, Tyalangan!”

“You know,” the Host begins, “both of your polls were surprisingly even. Anything You Can Do... won the first poll with 54.55% of the vote. The second’s poll winner is Delayed Gratification, Accelerated with 45.45% of the audience.”

“But... but sexy body!” Mona whines.

“Yeah, the instant sexy body transformation got last place, with the least number of votes in either poll. The audience, for once, generally wants the Master to earn it. I’m proud of them. Usually, they go for the usual looks upgrade or ‘be good at sex’ transformation as soon as it is offered.”

Mona starts to nervously tent her hands, asking, “I can’t convince you to use that last veto to give me the sexy body?”

“Sorry. I’m using the veto to give you a different transformation.”

Tina displays the final screen update of the day:

Anything You Can Do... – ...Mona can do better. As soon as a member of her harem learns a non-combat cantrip, Mona instantly masters it. All cantrips learned this way count as Sorceress spells for Mona. Charisma is the modifier Mona uses to cast spells. This transformation will work retroactively, instantly granting it’s effect for all applicable cantrips (currently: Dancing Lights, Druidcraft, Guidance, Mage Hand, Mending, Message, Prestidigitation, Spare the Dying).

Delayed Gratification, Accelerated – Mona wants a quick way to a sexy body, but there is something to be said about earning it properly. Here’s a boon to encourage that. The positive health effects of proper diet and exercise is dramatically increased for Mona. In addition, whenever Mona follows her diet and exercise regiment well, her pleasure during sex increases.

The Windows of the Soul – Mona often feels a little unsure about how to handle the situation. Let us give her a tool to cope. She now has limited empathic abilities. When she stares into the eyes of another person, she can innately understand what they are feeling at the moment.

Tyalangan presses her finger into the pouting Mona’s forehead and a rush of knowledge blasts through her mind. Mona feels giddy. She summons balls of golden light and they start to bob around her as she laughs. I have magic! This is so cool!

She fires off a Message to Andromeda: “I have magic! It’s so cool! Why don’t you use magic all the time!”

Andromeda answers back, “There are limits.”

Boo!

Mona is just about to drop concentration on Dancing Lights to try out Mage Hand, only for Tyalangan to ask, “Hey, you can play with your spells later. Delayed Gratification, Accelerated doesn’t have a visible effect, but Windows of the Soul is worth a demonstration. Care to read someone?”

Mona scans the harem, seeing who is looking at her and who is looking away. She settles on her fiancée. Mona looks into the angry archer’s eyes and is nearly overwhelmed by the swirl of emotions in Tegan. Fear. Anger. Shame. Denial. Delusion. Lust. And soooo much of all of them. I need to help her sort through all of this out. Okay. This is worth more than sexy body and I probably wouldn’t have gotten it on my own. Maybe I can pick up the sexy body transformation in the shop?