Dream Intermission End

Plans for the challenge were in place. Evelynn was more than capable of taking care of the final details. Everyone was in bed. It was time.

Shar entered her private lab with a sense of purpose. Tonight was the night. Taking an empty vial from the rack of spares she walked down the line of samples taken from other hosts over the years. A drop of fluid or a pinch of dust from each was added. When she was done she walked to the few left of the ink black vials and poured half of one into the mixed contents she held in her other hand.

The mixture boiled until it gleamed a brilliant silver. Ignoring her burned hand she walked back to the small Moongate heading to her room. Tonight!

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Again I stood by the chairs where we had been judged for ten long weeks. Only four of us were left. Agnes and Tonya were both back in the master suite, Nimue saw no reason they should be here.

Steven sat on his throne trying to look triumphant, but I knew better. He had started this show a weak man, but no worse than many. Now he was a monster.

He no longer had to **** the others to do unspeakable acts, they had been remade to crave them. He still claimed to value my advice though, even as he only followed it when I watched. I was still the mother he wished he could have always had. Even better, as I was now immortal he'd never have to watch me die as he had her.

But I found a way out. Thanks to Nimue I'd learned secrets of the hosts and their Producers.

And now I'd won the Wish.

"A truly remarkable run. More challenge wins than I've ever seen a contestant achieve. Not to mention more victory points from sexual encounters without once touching the master than I thought possible." Nimue was really playing things up for the audience. She'd gotten fantastic ratings this season she'd told me.

She waved me up to the podium that she'd brought out for the occasion. She wanted me up on the raised section of floor, to set me above the others who were left.

Maria, wearing the mockery of a nun's habit that did nothing to hide the lewd lingerie she wore. She knelt, kissing the golden phallus about her neck again and again.

Lucia, massively pregnant with Steven's child and quite naked. Though that was difficult to tell as she was covered in lewd tattoos. She knelt as well stroking her milky breasts.

And finally Camilla. The albino dog girl did more than kneel, she groveled at my feel as I walked past. She whined and begged, hoping that I'd remove the massive toy wedged up her ass.

I walked past ignoring her too.

Let Steven have his depraved toys, I was about to be free.

"This is it, my love, you have won your wish. What will it be?"

"Make it a good one!" Steven stood shouting, even now cheering me on despite knowing what I thought of him inside. Some **** part of him clinging to the shred of good he thought I brought out in him.

No longer my problem.

"Thank you." I stood by the podium, and looked deep into her emerald eyes. I whispered for her ears only. "Forgive me, my love."

Then I looked out on the audience that loved me, that I despised. The creatures that had made me a monster and stolen my humanity. That I would have to entertain.

"I wish to become a host of Harem Hotel, with my own set and season."

Nimue only shook her head sadly. "Oh Sharron, what have you done?"

Then I felt the hold on me break. I was a host and now free of the chains binding me to this harem, to this pathetic monster.

"I don't get it? A host Sharron? What does that mean?"

"It means I'm free of you Steven. That I'll never have to see your face again. Good bye."

"What?! You can't do that! You're mine! You can't leave me alone, not again! I won't let you go!" He started to rush me then froze.

Everyone froze.

Except me, and the shadow of a man who was now standing next to me.

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Shar felt a sudden lurching as if the dream was wrenched in a unfamiliar direction and memory came flooding back to her.

"We don't really need to watch this sad scene play out again, do we?" Asked the shadowy figure.

"It doesn't matter. He's long dead." Shar replied. So close, so damn close.

The shadowy figure raised a finger and waged it back and forth. "Ah ah, don't go jumping to conclusions. I'm not here to stop you. No, this has made wonderful theater. I did promise not to interfere after all. You did ask for Evelyn after all."

"I did." Shar replied grimly.

"And you can hardly call broadcasting your dreams interference now can you? The audience loved them, every tear jerking moment. How is Tonya doing by the way?"

Shar gritted her teeth. "Still sane, no thanks to you."

Somehow Shar knew he smiled. Then he walked around to the frozen Nimue. "You know she's just a copy, like your pretty elf. yes?"

"It doesn't matter. She's still real, however she was made."

His roar of laughter shook the dreamscape. "She's just a dream scattered across the cosmos. Dust in the wind. You think you can bring her back? Remake what was unmade?"

Gleaming silver tears fell from Shar's eyes, burning channels in her pristine skin. "I will."

He nodded. "Perhaps you will at that. She will be your responsibility, same as the elf. Same as any other rag tag renegade you draw into your web. Understood?"

"Understood." The dream lurched again and he was gone.

It was time. Shar's blood burned in her veins as she walked towards the frozen dream form of Nimue. The woman she loved, and condemned to ****. To worse than ****.

Silver runes burned themselves into Shar's arms as she raised them to the pale blue skinned figure. She breathed out smoke as her eyes glowed with silver fire.

All the scattered threads that had been dispersed she called to her. She reached for the pure power of the Producers and made it hers. If only for a moment.

"Be reborn" Shar whispered with all her will as she hugged the dream vision of the other woman to her breast.

And she burned.

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Shar woke in more pain than she could remember in a Very long time. "Oww." She rasped out of seared vocal cords.

"Shhhh" A voice called out in the darkness. "Don't try to talk, you are badly hurt."

"Nimue?" She rasped out anyways.

Musical laughter danced out of the darkness. "Now who else would I be?"