Fake Trish's POV

The fuck. I was... my head was kind of fuzzy actually. I was... studying with Chrissy or heading there. Looking around.... Fuck me sideways! Emily! She looked, like a slut for one. She was wearing some kind of porno basketball getup. That... was going into the vault. Wait...

"Carpet muncher!! What is going on!" I shouted. Why was my heart pounding? I never wanted to flick it to her before. Even that was kind of weird. Like, yeah sure, she was kind of dense. I get it. Girl dense enough to be a.... something. But she was always so beautiful.

"Trish!" Emily said. "Why her? She didn't do anything wrong!"

She was defending me? Emily? I don't exactly know what I am being accused of here. Emily was so dense she didn't seem to realize my title as the one star med student was a joke at me being a lesbian slut. It was the only reason I didn't think she fucked her way into college. That and I had never seen her with a guy.

"Ha! Oh, she has been a bad girl. But, you get that side," Someone said. I turned and looked. Holy shit.

She was like... An amazon? This girl queen was like six inches taller than me? Same slutty basket ball outfit. Huge dommy mommy energy. Wait, did she have a tail? It was too small to be moving like that? Was I high? Was this a dream? If someone slipped me LCD. So help me...

"Side?" Emily asked. "But don't we all have to be together for this twisted game of yours!"

"..." What was that noise? It kind of sounded like... a fax machine? Or maybe TV snow? "Here is trial two Emily! You are an excellent female lover, right! Time to prove it!" The Amazon said. The fuck? Fire seemed to rise around the basketball court. It wasn't warm though? As much as I knew I shouldn't at this point I just needed to see if I was high or dreaming. The fire acted more like a wall. I was pinned inside a circle about nine feet wide. Fuck.

"Fuuck," Emily moaned. That was... erotic. I mean, I was the med student slut. I could tell a moan from a a scream well enough. The Amazon was on the other side though? What was going on?

"No artificial sensitivity from **** nerds. This time, let me show you what a truly skilled lesbian can do," Miss Amazon blew a kiss. Wait, she was saying she did it? So magic? Was this a hentai or some doujin? No, wait. Amazon? Basketball, Emily is basically a bimbo. Oh fuck is this Chyoa?

Emily marched towards the flame wall dividing all three of us. "You expect me to make Trish orgasm, but that's not right! She's a lesbian! And I'm," She just stared at the amazon.

"That.. is hilarious," the amazon said laughing. Seriously this girl could make wonder woman wanna put on a sweater. Like, fuck me. No seriously, I am a slut and two hot bitches are in the room. I am kind of getting horny.

"I agreed to play! I didn't agree to hurt anyone else," Emily shouted.

The amazon giggled. "Oh? Go on, this should be great. How are you hurting her exactly? Tell her!"

"That's not fair! Your telling me to do something you physically won't let me!" Emily said stomping her foot..

My fucking heart. Emily. Was this really Emily? My Emily? The one had always been a moron that had been a lesbian but has basically no lady friends except the ones she was currently fucking? Except for me. She had no female instinct, constantly hung out with the football team. Studied like you'd expect her to get a 1.7GPA, she so poor she had needed a scholarship. So she wasn't buying her 3.3GPA. She didn't seem to be a slut. She was a real fucking mystery. She once called eating her girlfriend out being a team player. Like, the fuck. It was how I came to start calling her my fellow carpet muncher.

But this Emily? This Emily was defending my honor? Because someone a fucking hot amazon wanted me to make me moan in soprano? Like... Officially upgrading Emily from Chrissy's GF I deal with to friend I ride and die with. Fuck. I hope this isn't a dream. I don't know what this whole, she can't tell me thing is? I mean. I guess maybe she did know I wasn't that into her? But... I really couldn't explain why? Maybe it was jealous? I mean Chrissy was a fucking angel, and Emily was... like, fuck I mean she was defending my honor she just looked like a fucking angel now too!

It really isn't fair. If all the best girls get with each other. Who is left for the rest of us! Like I know I wasn't a fucking angel. But I was a decent catch! If this Amazon was threatening my new angel I might have to stab a bitch.

The Amazon rubbed her chin. "Fine, fine. Trish, if it will untwist everyone's panties. I am the Satan. We won't hurt you, me and Emily here are only having an orgasm race with you as one of the ones we plan to make cum. What fair compensation would you request for consenting to play? I shall grant any fair request."

Satan... Devil... that... I am kind of still okay with this actually. Okay. Think Trish. Emily is fighting Satan at lesbian orgasms... fuck she is at a disadvantage. I don't know the full rules. Satan, known for lies? No, none of that mattered. Ask questions? No, I don't know how far granting fair requests extended. Information might bite me here. Plus if she is a liar it wouldn't help much. I thought back to this one night a long time ago. Emily was freakin wasted. Talking nonsense. Saying she could eat pussy as good as any lesbo. Like she wasn't a freaking lesbian herself.

She told a story about a girl that she eat out, made her cum twice in under a minute. The girl left right after. Fucking dumbass I remember thinking. She was so proud of that story, like she was this expert lover. Like, I wondered how she didn't know? Like had she never lied about an orgasm to lie someone's place she didn't like? Must be nice. But, I mean, look at her. That same innocence is fighting for me! It just... Fuck Chrissy. I guess I get now.

I know, the smart move. Wish for some kind of magic, I could use it for an easier life. Maybe Emily would scold me. But I just can't help it right now girl. Your in a cum race with the devil. You once said you made a girl cum in under a minute. Alright! Then lets see what you can do with two!

"I... I want you to give Emily, my friend a two minute head start in which you cannot move," I said pointing at the devil.

"Wait what!" she said! "But!"

"You said, you'd grant any reasonable request!" I said. Come on bitch! Either you expose yourself a liar or you give Emily a chance!

The Devil clicked her tongue. "Fine," she snapped her fingers. "..."

A timer appeared on the scoreboard with two minutes.... oh fuck... we have an audience. I didn't even notice that part. Uh... I mean. I didn't have a rep to lose. Shit. Well. Nothing I could do about that.

"When you touch one of those dolls, I will freeze and the timer will start. Let none say that I did not give you a fair challenge, and that all parties consented. Any other concerns?" The Devil Asked.

Emily shook her head. I did the same. I looked at Emily, she was clearly focusing hard. I don't know what caused all this, or why this was happening. But she looked different. Like she was taking things seriously. I don't understand. I just saw her this morning, but, this Emily was worth sacrificing a wish for. Even a chance to save her was worth it.

She looked at me in the eyes. What? She was doing it! I could feel what she was thinking. The gratitude was clear. She knew I could have asked for more personal things. Later, I just want to know when you stopped being so dense. "Trish, thank you."

She just gave a thumbs up. For once, this wasn't in mocking, not in jest. Not a yeah, whatever you say girl. No. This time. Goodluck girl. Kick her fucking ass. Or I guess if it is an orgasm race. Make her fucking cum her brains out! I believe in you!

Author Note: Deadend. I am not doing 3 way split! I just wanted to comment on how the real Trish Speculated that her copy was a simp, and I thought that reading was a bit... unkind. Becoming a Demon Lord did change Trish. So I thought there was something valuable here. But of course. Enjoy continueing her route if you desire.