What's Coming Next?

The First Transformation Vote

“With that entertaining distraction out of the way, we can finally move on to the transformation ceremony,” Scarlet said with a gleeful grin, “Ready to get things started, Master?”

“Do I have a choice?” Matt asked with a sigh, resting his chin in his hands.

“Glad to hear it,” she continued cheerfully and obliviously, “As a reminder, you’ll be presented with three transformations for the Audience to vote on, with the winning transformation being applied, second place rolling over to the next round, and third place going to the shop. One of the transformations will follow your personal theme and one will be a wildcard, and the remaining one can be either. But what is your theme though?”

There was an awkward pause of several seconds and the Host stared at the Master, blinking innocently as though awaiting a response. Matt squinted back at her, his brow furrowing in confusion.

“I don’t-” he began.

“The theming for this season will be a matter very close to my heart,” Scarlet interrupted, turning away from the Master and towards the Audience, pressing her hands to her chest through the opening in her red leather jacket, “The Master and each of the Contestants will have a transformation path based around a mythical creature. One that speaks to their personal story, and maybe a little something to do with that second chance they’re trying to earn. So what myth would be appropriate for our Master, hmm? What manner of beast befits a man with a career based on hoarding money, who is almost-pathologically overprotective and has a crippling fear of letting go?”

Matt flinched as his flaws were spoken out loud, but the question triggered a memory of when he had entered the room and he twisted around in the throne to look over his shoulder. The massive stained glass window was still there, exactly as he had ed it. A pile of golden treasure, and a regal-looking red dragon curled jealously around it.

“I could hazard a guess,” he said, making eye with the scaled monster.

“Right you are!” Scarlet beamed, drawing his attention back to her, “Our Master for this season is the almighty dragon, and these are his first batch of possible transformations...”

The giant dragon flashed, its leaded muscles seeming to shift below its glass scales, then Host gestured to the screen. The scoreboard faded away to be replaced by three options.

Dragon’s Strength: Dragons are among the most physically powerful of myths. The Master’s body is transformed to the peak of physical health and fitness, and then granted supernatural strength on top of that. He is easily capable of lifting any of his harem onehanded - or pinning them against a wall.
Dragon’s Greed: Dragons always want more. The Master’s libido and stamina are substantially increased, and his refractory period substantially decreased. No single woman will be able to fully sate his sexual appetites, so it’s lucky that he has a harem now!
Consent Checker: The Master has always held himself back from what he wants to do out of consideration for his partner. To make it easier for him to cut loose a little, he can know with absolute certainty if his partner is into what they’re talking about or doing with simple eye .

“Two themed transformations and one wildcard for everyone this round, though that won’t always be the case. I think it should be pretty obvious which TFs are the themed ones and which one is the wildcard,” Scarlet said as everyone read through the list, “What do you think, Master? This is your chance to try and sway the Audience to which one you’d like, and which one you’d really rather avoid.”

“Consent Checker, if I have to choose one,” Matt said, after a short pause, “It seems the most benign. Dragon’s Strength seems fine too, I guess. Not the...” he cleared his throat nervously and blushed, “Not the greed one. That seems dangerous, and unnecessary.”

“And what does wifey think? Any preferences?” Scarlet turned towards the Contestants, skipping back down the steps of the throne and coming to a stop at the first seat with an inquisitive smile.

Sarah bit her lip, the idea of the transformations suddenly seeming very real. “I agree with Matt. He doesn’t need any more libido, but the last one seems harmless.”

“Way to live the stereotype, girl, trying to keep your husband’s sex drive down now that he’s put a ring on it,” Scarlet rolled her eyes dramatically, then took a sideways step, “Maxine?”

“Dragon’s Greed, definitely,” Max replied instantly, with a lecherous grin.

“You’ll regret that, if it wins,” Emma commented with a shake of her head, glancing sideways at Chrissy as the bully narrowed her eyes again. Sarah frowned to herself, annoyed at being in agreement with the person she hated most.

“I know what I’m about,” the punk shrugged.

“Elly?” Scarlet stepped down the line again, “What transformation would you give the man who’s inevitably going to take your virginity?”

Eleanor blushed and scowled simultaneously. “The muscles, I guess. He’s too skinny.”

“Emma? What would it take to get you back with your ex?”

“I’d also vote for Dragon’s Strength,” she itted, “Not for the looks, though. I just expect he hasn’t been taking care of himself, and it says it improves his health and fitness.”

“Poppy?”

“Dragon’s Greed,” Poppy said with a quick nod.

“Interesting,” Scarlet raised an eyebrow, “Grace?”

“Hold up, what?” Max sat forward and peered closely at the short girl, “Don’t just brush past that. Much as I appreciate another vote for what I want, why the hell does a lesbian want Matt to have a higher libido?”

Poppy blinked slowly as everyone except a blushing Emma turned to look at her, then gave a small shrug. “It just seemed like the most entertaining one.”

“A girl after my own heart,” Scarlet smiled, then playfully ruffled Poppy’s hair, “Now Grace? I bet I know your answer already, but I’ll let you say it.”

“Consent Checker,” Grace said, her voice flat and firm, and her expression hard.

“Moving on,” the Host stepped down the line again, “April? Do you want the Master to be able to toss you around like a rag doll, or fuck you into a coma?”

April swallowed nervously, digging her fingers into her thighs but keeping her head up and maintaining eye . “Consent Checker,” she said, with a slight tremor in her voice.

“Now that’s somehow more surprising than Poppy,” Scarlet mused, “Unless, perhaps, you’re hoping it will be useful in convincing the Master that you really do mean it when you tell him how you want to be treated?”

April drew in a sharp breath, but said nothing in response.

Scarlet smiled, having got her answer even without any words, then very slowly turned her head to the last woman in the line, “And finally...?”

“I’m not answering that,” Chrissy huffed, crossing her arms and scowling.

“Oh yes you are, one way or another,” the Host threatened, brandishing her quill. Chrissy grit her teeth, watching the tip of the feather like it was a dangerous weapon.

“Fine. The muscles then. Eleanor’s right, he’s a weedy twig.”

“And there we have it,” the Host backed off, spreading her arms wide in celebration, “You’ve heard the opinions here, now cast your votes for the Master’s first transformation before the poll closes on the 19th of May.”

Matt TF Vote

Scarlet skipped back down to the start of the line of Contestants, humming merrily to herself on the way, then bent over at the waist to come face-to-face with Sarah again.

“So, our first Contestant. The Master’s wife. What myth would suit a woman like you, eh?” Sarah’s eyes dropped to the floor, and she gave a weak shrug. Scarlet smiled, as if that was what she was expecting, and looked up at Matt. “What about you, Master? Any ideas?”

Matt looked down at his wife as she tried to fold in on herself, shrinking under the attention of the Host. He knew Sarah better than anyone; what she was like, her hopes and her dreams. He knew what she meant to him, even if she seemed to struggle to see it herself.

“An angel?” he guessed.

Max mimed gagging at the sickly-sweet sentiment. Chrissy rolled her eyes. Poppy took on an expression like she was watching kittens playing in a flowerbed. Sarah just kept looking at the ground.

“So close, yet so far,” Scarlet chuckled, “No, the woman who has spent most of the last decade driving you to lustful distraction can only be a succubus.”

That got a reaction from Sarah at last, her head snapping up with a look of shock on her face, but the Host had already spun away to bring the new transformations up on the big screen. On one of the side walls of the throne room, a window flashed; a stained glass demon with perfect feminine curves, small horns and a thin tail, winking as an abnormally long tongue teasingly twirled around a clawed finger.

Lust Link: A succubus’s lusts are intertwined with those of their prey. Sarah feels the same pleasure as any of the other Contestants while they are with the Master.
Body Built for Sin: Succubae are made to tempt and entice. Sarah’s body is transformed into her ideal self - taller, thinner, and tighter - with her wardrobe automatically updating to show it all off.
The Good Wife: A good wife serves her husband. Sarah will experience intense discomfort when disobeying any direct order from the Master, and **** pleasure when she obeys. She finds increased satisfaction in cooking, cleaning, and general homemaking for him.

“The second one,” Sarah said quickly, not even waiting to be asked. She reached out, grabbing a hold of Scarlet’s sleeve in desperation. “Please, I’m begging you. If you’re going to use your veto on anything, use it to give me that one.”

“I’ll consider it,” Scarlet said sweetly, patting the top of Sarah’s head, then she yanked her sleeve free and stepped away, “But does the Master agree?”

“The first one,” Matt said apologetically, addressing Sarah and Sarah alone, “If I’m going to... if anything happens, then I’d want it to feel good for you too, and if you don’t want me to do anything then it will prove to you that I’m not. I know you want the second one but you really don’t need it, and the third one is just awful.”

Sarah met his eyes for a moment, then nodded uncomfortably and looked back at the floor.

“I don’t think she likes that answer, Matty,” Scarlet said in a stage whisper, “But which of you does the Audience agree with?”

Sarah TF Vote

“My turn now?” Max asked, grinning widely, “What do I get? Vampire? Werewolf? Syren?”

“Zombie,” the Host said casually.

A window flashed. A surprisingly attractive undead woman, tattered clothes hanging off her gaunt but well-preserved frame, reached out with grasping fingers as though she could claw her way into the room.

Max blinked in surprise, then her jaw clenched and her lip curled in an angry snarl. “A fucking zombie? She gets to be a sex demon and I’m a fucking corpse?! What the hell are you trying to say about me?” She stood up with her final words, almost pressing her face into Scarlet's as she squared up against the Host.

“Watch yourself, Maxine. Causing physical harm is against the rules, unless it's in a kinky way, and I wouldn't want to have to punish someone already,” she warned with a humourless laugh, not even a little scared of the furious punk, “As for the zombie, what else fits better for an angry, hedonistic, dead-inside cog-in-the-machine like you? Besides, I’d hold your judgement until you’ve seen the TFs.”

Undead Resilience: No matter how much you try to hurt a zombie, it just keeps on going. Max becomes much physically tougher - her skin can be reddened and bruised but not easily broken beyond a surface scratch, and will heal by morning. She will still feel pain, but be able to endure it better.
Undead Hunger: Zombies consume the living. Max gains a hunger that can only be sated by sexual fluids, rather than brains, and can have a powerful orgasm from swallowing enough of it. Any kind of fluid will do, but the Master’s always tastes the best.
Counter Culture: Appearances can be deceptive. Every time Max is rude or insulting, she will lose a part of her punk aesthetic and get closer to a stereotypical good girl appearance. She can reverse the effect by being genuinely kind to other of the harem, becoming more punk again the more pleasantly she behaves.

“Well, shit,” Max muttered, sitting back down as she read through the list, “The first two aren't bad, actually. Hell, they actually sound kinda fun. Maybe not the hunger one, depending on how bad it gets. That third one can get fucked though.”

“Master?” the Host cocked her head.

“The first one,” he said, still looking at his wife who was in turn still looking at the floor, “It sounds like it’s all upside. Won’t affect her life unless she wants it to.”

“How considerate,” she replied with a patronising smile, “Very thoughtful of you to recommend the TF that lets you slap her around as much as you like without feeling guilty about it.”

Max TF Vote

“Now I wonder what myth we could be picking for our resident goth from the parasite class, dressing in dark clothes and living off the blood, sweat and tears of the proletariat?”

“I get to be a vampire?” Eleanor asked hopefully, her eyes going wide. She either didn’t notice the insult, or was too excited to care.

“Well, you get vampire-themed transformations,” Scarlet corrected her, “But close enough. I’m sure you can expect a letter from Shar at some point.”

The stained glass vampire pulsed with light, biting her lip with one long fang as blood dripped down her chin. She was silhouetted against a dramatic skyline, with a castle rising from the mountains in front of the pale silver moon.

Love Bites: What good is a vampire without fangs? Eleanor gains short fangs, and a bite from them acts as a potent aphrodisiac.
Creature of the Night: Everyone knows that vampires don’t go out in sunlight. Eleanor’s skin becomes even paler, her eyes turn a natural red, and exposure to direct sunlight will make her burn up (with arousal).
Daddy Issues: Eleanor needs a good male role model in her life, and she’s certainly not related to any of those. She can only refer to the Master as Daddy when she tries to use his name.

“I don’t have daddy issues!” Eleanor protested as she finished reading the final option.

The room went silent as everyone considered those words, and one-by-one they all decided they didn’t believe them. Even Eleanor. Scarlet cleared her throat.

“I assume that means you don’t want the Daddy Issues transformation, then?”

“No,” the rich girl sulked, “The second one might be nice, I guess. The foundation takes ages to do right, and the lenses get itchy sometimes.”

The Host just looked at Matt, not even bothering to ask him this time.

“The fangs,” he sighed, “Again, it's the one where it's her choice whether it does anything.”

"I'm sure the wife will love it when you come home covered in bite marks from your teenage girlfriend..." she teased.

Eleanor TF Vote

“Let me guess, I’m a werewolf?” Emma said as Scarlet sauntered up in front of her, “Or a barbarian, if that counts as a myth. Something about my muscles.”

“Werewolf could have worked,” she itted, “But not because of your washboard abs. No, we went with a different myth that represents your two-faced nature, you little hypocrite.”

Another window flickered with light beyond the golden sunset glow. A mass of long necks intertwined with each other in an oddly erotic writhing knot. Reptilian heads looked in all directions, two of them sensually licking each other with long forked tongues.

Hydra’s Head: Hydras are mainly known for their head(s). Emma gains an extra-long tongue, expert skills in oral sex, and a strong desire to perform it.
Multiplicity: Out of one, many. While the hydra had one body with multiple heads, Emma will have one head with multiple bodies. Emma is able to split herself into two forms at once - one mind controlling both - for up to 4 hours per round.
Sun’s Out, Guns Out: Emma is proud of her fitness, so why not show it off? Her entire wardrobe, and any clothes she buys or borrows, are transformed to a version which avoids covering her arms, legs, or stomach. To stop her from getting cold she will always feel like it’s a pleasantly warm and sunny day, regardless of what the weather is actually like.

Emma grimaced, but didn't dispute the accusation. She put on a neutral expression as she looked at her transformations.

“I don’t like the idea of not being able to wear what I want, but Multiplicity sounds like it could be fun,” she said eventually, glancing up at Matt.

“Sure,” he agreed, “It’s not like you ever needed any help with the first one anyway.”

“Matt!” Sarah gasped, her head snapping up again as Max cackled beside her.

Emma blinked in surprise and blushed slightly. A small smile fought its way onto her lips for a moment, then she glanced over at Sarah and her face fell.

“Em gives better head than the queer girl, what a surprise,” Chrissy snarked, rolling her eyes.

“I never said she was better, actually, but sorry. That just kind of slipped out.” Matt said, flashing a guilty look at both Emma and his scandalised wife. It had been a monumentally stupid reflex to try and flirt with his ex, in front of both her girlfriend and his own wife, but oddly Sarah seemed less upset by that than she had been by the poll results, and Poppy just seemed to be stifling a giggle.

“Whatever. I bet you were just grateful anyone was paying your pathetic little dick any attention at all,” Chrissy spat back.

Insulted the Master: -1VP (He doesn’t care! x0 bonus = -0VP)

“You really haven’t changed at all, have you?” he sighed, looking down at the bully with a sad smile.

“You know you don't need that transformation to get a threesome, Master?” Scarlet commented, “You have a whole harem now, after all.”

Emma TF Vote

“Now, Poppy,” the Host continued down the line, bending over in front of the small woman and resting a sympathetic hand on her shoulder, “I have bad news for you. I’m afraid you’ll probably get some well-meaning but misguided advice letters from Shar, because you’re a lesbian, and possibly some overexcited letters from Sylvia’s season, because you’re a fairy.”

The glass fairy was so small compared to the other creatures in the windows that it would have been easy to miss its tiny light as it flitted from one colourful flower to another. The butterfly wings shone like gemstones, and a hint of buttcheek was just barely visible below the hem of its short, leafy dress.

Small Folk: The fae come in many sizes, but the stereotypical fairy is tiny. Poppy is shrunk down to only three feet tall. She keeps her current adult proportions, but will be just barely stretchy enough to accommodate the Master’s cock even with her reduced stature.
Fae Promises: A fae’s word is binding. Poppy is unable to deliberately lie, and will do whatever possible to keep her promises.
Daydream Believer: Poppy spends a lot of time with her head in the clouds. Her daydreams are now more intense, and more sexual. Anyone else who features in her daydreams will feel a warm tingle of arousal while she fantasises about them.

Poppy’s eyes flicked up and she scanned through the transformations, then back to Scarlet. “Sorry, I think I might not have been paying attention when you explained who those people are that are sending me letters.”

“She hasn’t,” Grace noted, her lips pressed into a thin line, “Why are strangers sending in letters anyway? And why specifically send them to Eleanor and Poppy?”

“Shar is a gay vampire who can’t keep her nose out of other seasons, Sylvia and one of her contestants have a complex about fairies,” she explained, “They might be watching this season. Maybe. I hope. Anyway, do you have any preference for which transformation you’d like, Poppy?”

Poppy glanced over the options again, then shrugged. “Being even smaller sounds inconvenient.”

“Don’t want to have to ask for help to get stuff off the middle shelf as well as the top shelf, huh? Which one of the other two would you like instead then?”

“Fae Promises,” she nodded, “I don’t like lying anyway.”

“They do say opposites attract,” Scarlet smirked, giving Emma a wink, “What about your preference, Master?”

Matt read through the transformations again, then again, with a guilty expression on his face.

“I think Small Folk is the least harmful, ignoring the last part of the effect. I get that it might make things more difficult, but even if you don’t like lying you could get yourself in serious trouble with the other one. Doing ‘whatever possible’ to keep a promise could be really dangerous if you make a promise you don’t really mean, or without fully understanding the situation.”

“Got it, you want to see the stomach bulge when you eventually get your cock inside the tiny lesbian,” Scarlet nodded approvingly. Poppy pulled an uncomfortable face and Matt went pale, but when he tried to argue back at the Host he found he couldn't make a single sound as she magically enforced her final word on the subject.

Poppy TF Vote

“What have you got for me then?” Grace asked testily, “Poppy gets a fairy because she’s small. Do I get a phoenix, or something like that, because I’m ginger?”

“Good guess,” Scarlet laughed, flicking out her own fiery red locks with one hand, “But no. You, lucky girl, are our only myth named after a specific individual rather than a general category. You’re Medusa.”

Another window illuminated, highlighting a woman with a serpentine lower body and a nest of snakes for hair. Her beautiful face was curled into a nasty snarl, but the hypnotic eyes were almost impossible to look away from. Grace’s own eyes narrowed as she tried to spot the connection, then went wide as she figured it out.

“Oh fuck you,” she hissed at the Host in a furious whisper.

Scarlet giggled innocently, then gestured to the screen.

Living Hair: The most famous aspect of Medusa is her head full of snakes. Grace’s hair grows to ankle length and comes to life, and reacts to her mood. It will lash out when she’s angry, protect her when she’s scared, and restrain her when she’s horny.
Priestess of Athena: Before becoming a monster, Medusa was a priestess of a virgin goddess. Grace can no longer express explicit consent for any sexual acts, though that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want them.
Burning Bush: Grace is no exception to the hotheaded redhead stereotype, and the carpet matches the drapes. Her pubic hair burns with a heat only the Master’s cum can quench, constantly arousing her with the effect growing stronger the more of it she has. She can get rid of it if she doesn’t want to keep soaking through her underwear, though it will regrow quickly overnight if the area doesn’t get drenched before she goes to sleep.

“Which one would you like?” the Host asked the seething Contestant, who folded her arms and kept her mouth firmly closed.

“Does the Priestess one stop her from saying ‘no’ as well?” Matt asked. He might not be able to say anything about Poppy, but he could apparently at least draw attention away from Grace while she clearly didn’t want to respond.

“It doesn't,” Scarlet confirmed, still looking intently at Grace despite the attempted distraction, “She can also still shake her head, use a safe word, or knee you in the balls, as long as you don’t decide with her in advance that not doing those things inherently means that she consents.”

“That’s still cruel,” he said in a disappointed voice, “I guess it might not be so bad if I get Consent Checker, but the obvious choice is the last one, assuming she doesn’t mind... dealing with it.” He trailed off awkwardly, avoiding eye as he tried not to picture his long-distance friend’s personal grooming habits.

“Sure,” Grace agreed, unclenching her jaw but not looking any less angry, “So I’ll need to shave. So what?”

“Don’t be so quick to decide on that,” Scarlet scolded, “There are advantages to being permanently wet and ready on this show, you know.”

Grace TF Vote

“You know, you were the easiest one to assign a myth to by far,” the Host said, sidestepping to stand in front of April, “In fact, I’d decided on yours before I even knew who you were.”

“How?” April asked, slightly confused but mostly trying to hide her nervous anticipation.

“Stereotypes,” she itted, looking genuinely guilty for the first time, “Just from your demographic it was pretty good odds that you’d have a headset with cat ears if you hadn’t fallen to the recent rise of the puppygirl, or ended up as a fox or something. You, April, are the bakeneko - a feline trickster spirit.”

Within the neko’s window was a mirror, though it wasn’t fully clear which side was meant to be real and which was the reflection. On the left side, a pretty woman stood in a seductive stance, while on the right side a tabby cat sat in a regal pose. Both were looking out into the throne room with mischief in their eyes.

Catgirls are Inevitable: A very warm welcome to this season’s obligatory catgirl! Much like the neko she represents, April gains cat ears and a tail, and maybe some other feline characteristics and mannerisms as well.
Shapechanger: The yōkai wear many forms. April is able to copy the appearance of another Contestant for one day per round, though not their transformations.
Collared: A good pet should know their place. April is fitted with an unremovable collar and a leash, and is compelled to follow and obey anyone who holds the leash. Yes, we know that’s more for dogs than cats. That’s why it’s a wildcard.

April’s eyes went wide and her bottom lip trembled slightly as she read through the transformations.

“I could turn into a-” she started, then stopped herself after a quick glance at Chrissy. She continued more quietly, almost whispering, “I could shapeshift into any of these... women?”

“A perfect copy, including everything under their clothes,” Scarlet grinned, “Aside from any transformations of course, so don’t expect to fool anyone if you’re a 5-feet-tall copy of a 3-feet-tall Poppy, or a version of Eleanor without any fangs. Is that the one you want, then?”

April nodded shyly, fighting back an excited smile. Scarlet turned around to face the throne and raised an eyebrow.

“I’d be worried about that one causing some mistrust,” Matt said thoughtfully, “Even if you don’t use it maliciously there would always be some suspicion, and it feels like an invasion of privacy to have access to someone else’s body like that. The collar seems really dangerous, so not that one. I’d go for the catgirl one, assuming April doesn’t mind the idea. ”

“That would be alright, I guess,” April shrugged nonchalantly, but couldn’t stop herself blushing and smiling.

“Just make sure to double-check what you’re holding before you try and pull on her tail,” Scarlet quipped.

April TF Vote

“Last, and most definitely least, we come to Chrissy. Any ideas as to what you might be?”

“Fuck you,” Chrissy scowled, slumping low in her chair.

“No, fuck him,” Scarlet corrected her, gesturing over her shoulder at Matt on his throne, “If you want to earn any points at least. Anyway, with the screechy voice, inability to act civilised, and terrible impulse control - you could only be the harpy.”

The final window flashed. A nude woman with wings instead of arms swooped down from above. Feathers covered her from the waist down, her clawed feet were extended as though ready to snatch something up, and her mouth was open in a soundless shriek.

Scavenger: The vultures of the mythological world, harpies steal and scavenge to survive. Chrissy finds the Master’s cum mouth-wateringly delicious and tempting when it comes from on or in the body of another Contestant.
Wild Woman: Traditional depictions of harpies always have their tits out. Chrissy is unable to cover her breasts, and specifically her nipples, whether with clothes, hands, or anything else opaque.
Untamed Brat: Some people act out just to get attention. Chrissy will receive a burst of pleasure from disobeying instructions and experience the annoyance of others as arousal, but she’ll also be compelled to accept punishments from the Master for her misdeeds. Spanking her will reverse the effect for one hour per spank, giving her pleasure from obedience and arousal from approval with a compulsion to accept rewards.

“Fuck off, you fucking freak,” Chrissy snarled, “I’m not going anywhere near his disgusting cum, I won’t get my tits out, and nobody is spanking me.”

Insulted the Master’s cum: -2VP (He doesn’t care! x0 bonus = -0VP)

“Oh yes they are, if the Audience wants it,” Scarlet said with a confident smirk, “The more you fight this, the worse it gets for you. So which one do you want?”

“None of them, pervert,” she snapped, shoving the Host backwards as she surged to her feet.

“Careful, Chrissy,” Emma said, looking on anxiously, ing the warning Max had been given.

“No need to compliment me,” Scarlet giggled, stepping back but keeping her smirk firmly plastered on her face, “What’ll it be, girly? Do you want to savour every drop of the Master’s delicious cum as you lick it all out of his wife’s pussy?”

“I said fuck off,” the bully shoved her again, “I’m not a ####.”

“Protesting a bit too strongly there, I think. Maybe you’re a bit of an exhibitionist instead though. Maybe you’d prefer those lovely titties to be put on display, for everyone, all the time.”

“Fuck off!” she shoved the Host again, and she backed up another step in response.

“Perhaps not,” Scarlet itted, then raised an eyebrow, “It should be obvious really. We all know you’re acting out like this just to tempt someone into putting you in your place, and spanking you until your cheeks are red.”

The loud slap came out of nowhere, catching Scarlet full on in the face and knocking her head to one side. Her yellow eyes went wide. She stumbled another step backwards, and her heel caught on the bottom step of the throne. She tripped. She flailed. She fell.

The sickening crack of the Host’s skull hitting the stone steps seemed even louder than the slap. Everything went deathly still. Even Chrissy froze, her hand still hanging in the air. The orange quill fell from Scarlet’s limp fingers.

After a moment’s pause, Matt and Emma both exploded into motion at the exact same time, running towards the limp body on the steps. Matt tilted her head, staring into her blank eyes, then crouched lower so his cheek was in front of her mouth. Emma knelt over her, pressing two fingers into her neck and a palm to her chest. They both held their positions for several seconds.

“She’s not breathing,” Matt said, feeling no motion of air flowing in and out of the Host’s mouth against his skin. He tilted her chin to one side, wincing at the wound he saw through her messy, bloodstained hair.

“No pulse,” Emma confirmed, meeting his eyes with an unreadable expression, “Do we do R?”

Matt shook his head. He was no doctor, but he’d done a first aid course at one point. Chest compressions were a way to buy time, not a magic tool to restart a stopped heart. “For a head injury? With no medical help on the way? There wouldn't be any point.”

“She’s dead?” Chrissy asked in shock, then let out a disbelieving laugh, “She’s dead? I killed... We’re free? We’re free!” She let out a noise that was part laughter, part scream, and part cheer, then punched a fist into the air. Nobody else ed in with her celebration.

“You idiot,” Grace said from behind her, lips thin and jaw tight, “We have no idea where we are or how we got here. She might have been our only way home.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Chrissy said with irrational confidence, “Just because you didn’t think to do anything about it.”

“That didn’t look like something you thought about,” April commented, then flinched as she realised she’d drawn attention to herself.

“Not all of us were excited to fuck the geek, you pervert.”

Insulted the Master: -1VP (He doesn’t care! x0 bonus = -0VP)
Insulted the Master’s friend: -5VP (We’re all perverts here! x0 bonus = -0VP)

“Get some new insults, you infantile moron,” Max growled from the other end of the row, “We all saw what happened. You freaked out because you’re sexually repressed, and now we might all starve to **** in a fancy castle we don’t know how to leave.”

Matt sat back heavily onto the stone steps, staring off blankly into the distance as the argument continued and escalated. A few steps lower and off to one side, Emma did the same. She glanced over her shoulder, and they didn’t quite make eye with each other. Neither of them had expected to have to deal with a dead body when they’d woken up that morning. Somehow the fact that they were sitting next to one now was more shocking than being kidnapped for an interdimensional erotic gameshow. A faint smell of smoke tickled Matt’s nostrils as he tried to process everything.

Scarlet coughed. The small noise and lick of flame that ed between her lips went unnoticed by everyone except Matt and Emma, who both flinched away and tensed. It didn’t go unnoticed by anyone when the Host suddenly arched her back, contorting off the steps with a low groan, then pushed off with her hands and leapt to her feet. The back of her head smouldered for a moment where it had struck the step, the blood burned away like oil, then it sputtered out and was left entirely intact and unharmed.

“Well that sucked,” Scarlet said brightly, heedless of the shocked stares as she came back from the dead. The Host extended a hand and snapped her fingers, and the orange quill shot up from the floor in response, flying through the air with a trail of flame to land neatly in her grip. She stalked over to Chrissy with an apologetic smile on her face. “No hard feelings, of course, but I do have to punish you now. Rules are rules.”

“I... but... no, I...” Chrissy stammered, going ghostly white beneath her heavy makeup and backing away until the back of her knees bumped into her chair.

“Good news for you though,” Scarlet said, closing the gap with a relentless but unhurried pace, “I’m in a forgiving mood, so no elimination even though I’d be well within my rights. Even more good news as well: there’s no need to decide which TF you prefer, and no need to worry about the Audience vote either, because you get all three.”

Chrissy screamed as Scarlet swept out with the quill, and a smokeless golden fire enveloped her body in an instant. More screams sounded. Everyone near Chrissy, except for the Host, backed away. Matt stepped forward, one hand outstretched, but before he could even think about what he was trying to do the fire had vanished.

In the wake of the flames, Chrissy stood there with her tits out. Shocked but unharmed, aside from a large rip down the middle of her blue t-shirt uniform which was pulled to the sides to expose her moderately-sized breasts. She stood there for a moment, panting with adrenaline, her eyes darting side to side, then she realised what everyone was staring at and looked down.

Showed the Master her boobs: +3VP (First! x2 bonus = +6VP)

With a panicked shriek, Chrissy grabbed the sides of her ruined top and tried to pull them inwards, but no matter how hard she tugged she just couldn’t seem to bring the fabric over her breasts. Giving up, she tried instead to shield herself with her hands, only to find her fingers parting either side of her small, pink nipples, so it looked more like she was hefting them suggestively rather than trying to preserve her modesty.

Scarlet took a step back and to the side, making sure Matt had a clear view, still wearing a pleasant smile. The movement caught Chrissy’s eye, and her expression turned from panic to rage as she glared at the Host. She took a step after her and raised a fist, but Matt quickly closed the distance and caught her wrist before she could lash out.

“Chrissy, stop,” he ordered in a calm but authoritative voice, “Don’t make it worse.”

“Get off me,” she yelped, stepping back and yanking her hand free, “I bet you’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Freak.”

Insulted the Master: -1VP (He doesn’t care! x0 bonus = -0VP)

“I’m really not,” he said honestly, shaking his head, “I’d rather you not be here at all, but if you’re stuck here then I don’t want you to get yourself turned into a sex toy just because you haven’t learned any self control in the last decade.”

“Oh, so my tits aren’t good enough for you now?” she shouted angrily, getting up close with his unimpressed face.

“Do you want Matt to look or not?” Grace snapped, “You can’t have it both ways, and this isn’t his fault anyway.”

“Well why don’t you get yours out and let him slobber all over them then?” Chrissy spat, rounding on Grace before Matt could stop her, “Open your legs for him too while you’re at it, you worn-out back-alley whore!”

Insulted the Master’s friend: -5VP (She looks really hurt! x2 bonus = -10VP)

“Chrissy,” Matt growled in warning, grabbing her arm and forcefully spinning her back around to face him, “Leave her out of this. I get that you’re upset, but don’t take it out on people who don’t deserve it.”

“I’ll take it out on whoever the fuck I want,” she tore her arm free of his grip then punched him in the chest, making her bare breasts jiggle, but her angle was terrible and it had almost no **** so he barely moved, “I don’t care if the others are all ready to fuck you for imaginary points, I’m not! You’re a disgusting freak and I don’t want anything to do with you!”

Insulted the Master: -1VP (He doesn’t care! x0 bonus = -0VP)
Attacked the Master: -5VP (Ineffective! x0 bonus = -0VP)

“Leave him alone!” Sarah demanded, suddenly on her feet and striding over with a purposeful expression.

“Sarah, stay out of this,” Matt said, putting himself between Chrissy and his wife.

“Of course you want her to stay out of this,” Chrissy punched him again, to no more effect than the first time, “You’ll fuck anyone but her, right? That’s why we’re all here. You got sick of the fat #### so now you’re drooling over my tits instead of her saggy sacks.”

Attacked the Master: -5VP (Ineffective! x0 bonus = -0VP)
Insulted the Master’s wife: -10VP (Touched a nerve! x2 bonus = -20VP)

“Just stop,” he snarled through clenched teeth, his hands curling into fists then loosening again and again by his sides.

“No, I won't stop!” she hit him yet again, “I’ll do what I fucking-”

“Look at the fucking scoreboard, Chrissy!” he roared into her face, suddenly grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her.

Chrissy’s eyes widened in shock at the attack, then narrowed in rage, then flicked over to glance at the scoreboard. She screamed.

Scoreboard

Poppy: 0 VP / 15 BP
Grace: 0 VP / 15 BP
April: 0 VP / 14 BP
Max: 0 VP / 14 BP
Eleanor: 0 VP / 14 BP
Sarah: 0 VP / 14 BP
Emma: 0 VP / 13 BP
Chrissy: -24 VP / 4 BP

“Oof, that’s gonna be hard to come back from,” Scarlet commented disionately as the bully pulled herself away from her ex-victim and curled herself into a ball beside her chair, hiding her face but somehow not her breasts. “Starting out the round with such a big negative score will be almost as much of a handicap as her personality. Anyway, polls for everyone except Chrissy are open now and will run until the 19th of May - so get voting, Audience!”