Good End

Erica looked to the host, and then to her fellow contestants. At long last it was over. All that was left was the wishing.

It was something she’d been considering for a while, but Helen had really inspired her to see it through.

“I wish that instead of being sins, me and the rest of the harem were virtues.” Erica took a bite out of the fruit and let herself and the world be consumed by a blinding white light.

Then the light simply was.

Erica was within the light, and it stretched in forever. Besides her, there was but one other.

“That was a dirty trick.” Satan smiled at the young lady.

Erica smiled back, taking a step closer to him. “We’d been planning that one for a while.”

He snorted and gazed off to this distance. “Clever little girl. I can already feel it affecting me. All those virtues rewriting my being.”

Erica shrugged, but still felt flush at the praise. “It looked like Elizabeth already did it there at the end. You were really going to let us go?”

“Maybe… or maybe that’s just what I wanted you to believe, have you abandon the wish, and end up in hell anyway.”

Erica surprised herself by finding that charming. “You’re not going to make this easy, are you?”

“I’m not a complete pushover yet.”

The two stood there, kind of basking in each-other’s presence. Each enthralled with the other. “This is so weird.” Erica said cracking a smile. “You usually make my skin crawl.”

“Same.” He ran his hands along her exposed skin. She was naked since Joan’s attack. He felt her shiver under his touch, the good kind. “Now I just want to protect you, love you.”

Erica blushed. “You’re my daddy.”

He smirked. “Now that you’ve ruined me, I find that term somewhat problematic.”

Erica took his hand, feeling warm and safe. “We’ll do what real couples do. We’ll talk, and negotiate, and find something that works for us both.”

He led her off into the light. “Sounds like we’ll have to work diligently. I’ll start, now that lust has been transformed into Chasity, I’m strictly monogamous, and I expect you to be too.”

Erica hissed and playfully punched him. “Ooooh, yeah I don’t think that’s going to work for me, or your harem.”

“Alright.” He shrugged. “I’m willing to negotiate.”

———

One Year Later

——-

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Erica punched the clock of the third beep, fully conscious, no time lost. She was a machine! Like clockwork she wormed under the cover, and began to suck Daddy’s dick. He groaned, appreciative but annoyed. “It’s too early Baby.”

“It’s the day!” She giggled excitedly under the covers, her lips throbbing with oral pleasure. “Lots to do!” He didn’t stand a chance. She milked him as naturally as a farm girl milking a cow, with the same, inevitable shot of cream. An energizing orgasm excited her body, the pleasure from her lips, her daddy’s moans it was all so perfect. “Thanks for breakfast!” She smooched his stomach and jumped out of bed.

She was dressed and gone before his cock was soft.

“Mmm.” Eve murmured, snuggling up to him. “What just happened?”

Lucifer groaned, out of breath and nearly **** from the light-speed-blow job. “Our daughter is excited for the reunion.”

——-

WELCOME HAREM HOTEL ALUMNI!

“Little bit, higher! Little bit higher!”

Olympias stretched to her tip toes, before Erica was finally satisfied. She couldn’t believe they were back at the lodge. In her opinion this place getting nuked by a t.v god was the best thing to ever happen to it. Though she supposed it wasn’t the same lodge, this was the real one. Despite that the whole place just seemed off, none of the art depicted sex, and she didn’t have a camera crew following her around. “There.”

“Perfect!” Erica admired the banner.

“Anything else Princess?” Olympias asked, she was wearing a simple blouse and jeans.

Erica looked around the lobby. The place had been streamered to ****. “Nope, looks good! You hung up the disco ball?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay.” Erica gave her a smile. “You’re done then. The spa is open if you want to relax, the one here don’t finger you as part of the package.”

Olympias grew a little bashful. “We’ll um… to tell you the truth I think I’m going to just stay in my room tonight.”

“What?” Erica was in shock. The exact reaction Olympias was hoping to avoid.

“It’s not a big deal, I’m not exactly the life of the party, so you really want me there?”

“Of course!” Erica skipped over to her and grabbed her hand. “It’s a celebration of all we’ve done and been through! Everyone is going to be there!”

Olympias scoffed. “I’m the mistress, you can’t make me go.” She pulled her hand free, and crossed her arms.

“But I’ll cry!” Erica whined playfully. She fkashed her brown puppy dog eyes and waited for the giant’s will to crumble.

It crumbled with a grumbled. Olympias swore under her breath. “You are such a brat. Fine, anything to make the princess happy.”

Erica feigned a swoon. “You’d do that for me? Oh that is so humble of you.”

“That’s it.” Olympias growled, still smiling. She grabbed Erica and stowed her under her arm. Erica’s precious brown buns came into view. “You’re getting punished.” Olympias playfully spanked Erica’s bottom a few times as she carried her off.

“Noooo! Hahaha!” Erica giggled. “I have so much work to do, you can’t!”

——-

“I’ve got all day Princess, you know what I want.”

A red faced Erica shook her head defiantly. She was locked up in stocks, her bare feet on display for her tormentor. “It really doesn’t bother me.” She winced.

Mary, her red skinned, behorned maid, grinned. “That’s okay little girl.” She grinned with a mouth full of sharp teeth, as she traced a feather along her queens bare feet. “I’m hella patient.”

——-

The guests were starting to roll in. Twenty years of slaves and masters from both Skylar’s and Karen’s show had arrived for the reunion. In another world Helen would have envied them, able to live free from their harem, to retake their own lives, but that wasn’t her anyone. She was a virtue and had nothing but joy for these people. After all she’d already lived her life, theirs was still in front of them.

“Welcome welcome! Make yourselves at home, if you have any questions about the schedule or your rooms, just ask a Molly and she’ll help you out!” She grinned and shook hands and kissed her extended trauma family. “You look so cute! Thanks for coming! Oh I love those shoes.”

Stan approached her, white shirt translucent from sweat, a bow tie unsuccessfully knitted around his neck. “Have you seen Cleopatra?”

“Sunbathing on the balcony, have you seen a towel?”

Stan nervously wiped his brow.”I’m nervous for my date.”

“Oooooooh, Stan’s got a daaaaaaate.” Helen teased. “Who is the mystery girl, Cleopatra has been uncharacteristically… uncharitable with the gossip.”

“It’s a surprise, but I met her working with mom.”

Helen swooned. “Oh! former master, meets former **** girl? That’s so romantic, is she here?”

“Fashionably late.” Stan reached out to shake someone’s hand as they passed by. “Good to see you.”

“Well, since I helped you with Cleo, have you seen Boudica? She was supposed to help me greet everyone.”

Stand frowned.”Boudica as a greeter, that sounds like a fundamental misread of her character.”

“Setting tables didn’t seem like a good fit either. Have you seen her?”

He smiled I’m am embarrassed way. “Well where else would Chastity be?”

——-

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Oooooooh fuck me you beast!”

——-

“You’re sunbathing? It’s the middle of winter!” Stan gawked at Cleopatra’s nude body laid out on the balcony. Her tainted tailoring usually left her skin so exposed she couldn’t afford any tan lines.

The queen opened up a coy eye, and closed it again. “I’ve gotten used to the snow. Ever since we became virtues, there been a lot of cold days in hell.”

“Yeah and this is one of them.” He gestured to his sweaty clothing. “I’ve got a date, and I’m freaking out. I have no idea what to wear.”

Cleopatra sighed. “Didn’t we make you fashionable?”

“Must have gotten lost with my Australia accent.”

“Yeah, that didn’t stick around long.”

He shrugged. “Have you heard Skylar do a British accent? I’m not sure she knew how to give me one.”

Made sense. “I supposed the same goes for your fashion sense, poor baby.”

He put his hands in his hips. “You’re not going to help me are you?”

“I still need to get dressed myself.”

“Come on, you promised. This is really important to me. This is my first date, outside of the harem. I want this to go well.”

Cleopatra groaned, and sat up. “Damn my, pure divine heart, why am I so perfect? Fine I’ll help.” She let him lift her to her feet. “Who’s a bigger charity case than you?”

Stan beamed. “Exactly!”

——-

“Come on ladies, we have four hundred hungry guests pick up the pace!”

“Yes Chef!” Shouted the small legion of Mollies helping her out in the kitchen.

“I need a refresh on those appetizers, let’s get on that.”

“Yes Chef!”

There was the sound of a platter clatter off to the ground. “I swear next one of you to drop something is getting a whipping!”

“We don’t consent to that Chef!”

Elizabeth growled, visibly deflated by the push back. “Fine, but I only have five minutes before I switch, so let’s get things finalized!”

“Yes Chef!”

“And one of you come over here and spank me, so I can taste this sauce!”

“Yes Chef!”

“Hands!”

——-

“Hahahahahahaha! I can’t take it anymore.” Erica squirmed and bucked under Mary’s awful touch.

“Say it.” The demon growled, her tailed flicked eagerly.

“I’m a brat!”Erica guffawed. “I’m a brat!”

“There.” Mary lowered her feather. “Was that so hard?”

Erica huffed, and waited to be unlocked. “It demeans me to give up without a fight.”

“That’s why we get along Princess. I love the struggle.” She proceeded to liberate Erica from her bindings. Her movements hinted that she was handling something holy.

“Oh shoot!” Erica checked the time. “The guests are already here! The ball is about to start!” She glared at Mary. “You are sooooo getting punished for this.”

Mary smiled, and gave a submissive curtesy. “I can’t wait.”

——-

“Come on, just choose one. She’s going to be here any minute.”

“Don’t rush perfection.” Cleopatra sorted through a collection of ties.”

“Come on Cleo what’s up? You’re being a mope.”

“I’m jealous you can wear clothing that doesn’t expose your nipple.” She snarked, finally chooseing a green tie inlaid with gold flowers.

Stan wasn’t having it. “I know you too well, what’s up?”

“I’m fucking jealous okay?” She playfully started strangling him with the tie.

“You’re jealous I have a date?” He couldn’t believe it. “You have two husbands!”

“I know!” She turned her skills with the tie away from killing and towards getting him ready. “That’s why I’m so embarrassed. I shouldn’t be jealous, but who could be better for you than me?”

“Well you can’t keep an immortal bachelor waiting forever, no matter how perfect you are.”

She pouted, fully aware of how ridiculous her feelings were and pleased he wasn’t treating her too harshly. “Sure, but Mark Anthony waited two thousand years for me. You giving me up so soon screams of a weak spirit.”

He shrugged. “Attention spans are shorter these days.”

Not quite pleased with where things were Cleopatra mother hened him for a bit, until she wouldn’t be the only jealous eye on him tonight. “I really do love you Stan, I’m sorry things aren’t right for us. Erica’s wish didn’t work on me, I’m still so greedy, and want you too.”

He look her hands. “Maybe you just have a lot of love to give. And it’s okay, you and Mark Anthony are one of the legendary loves, and what am I?”

She kissed his cheek. “A good guy, who’s going to make someone very happy.”

“So you’ll meet her?” Besides the romance, he’d always considered Cleo one of his closest friends.

“Of course, I have to pass judgement on whatever strumpet you’re using to replace me.”

“Don’t just her too harshly. I couldn’t find a girl with your big nose.”

——-

The King’s Buck Lodge was crowded for the big reunion. Some four hundred slaves and masters crowded the Colorado lodge for a week of leisure.

It was a bizarre event for everyone. Slaves long held under the hypnotic sway of their masters were now free. Victims who’d thought their suffering so unique, now had a whole room of survivors with which to commiserate.

There was a lot of healing in their air, lives snatched back from they abyss and ready to be lived.

“GODDESS!” Erica squealed and ran through the lobby to give the thick Latina a hug. “You made it!”

The Queen of the club rolled her eyes and returned the hug, a nice long one. “I told you, call me Gloria.”

Erica smiled. “You’ll always be GODDESS to me.”

GODDESS sighed, and put a hand on her juicy hip. “I just ran into a girl named Cum Rag who felt the same way about her name.”

Erica grinned conspiratorially. “Isn’t it crazy that some girls chose to keep the changes?”

“Not too crazy.” Master peaks said, sliding his hand around GODDESSES’ waist. “Some asses are just too good to go without.” The older man looked great in his black suit, and purple shirt. He looked not ten, but maybe five years younger, and most strikingly…

“Holy shit, a smile from Peaks!” Erica would have punched the old wife beater, but there was a baby nearby.

Bar Bae… or rather Barbara was holding a fussy little baby. Tragedy of tragedy she’d chosen to do away with her Skylar endorsed breasts and had gone back to her ant hills. She had however wisely chosen to keep her buzzed haircut, which looked oh so in place on her skinny frame. “He’s been doing that lately, we’re all getting a little worried.” The baby whined and kicked her feet in apocalyptic distress. “Sorry about her.”

“Oh she just wants her mama.” GODDESS cooed, taking the child into hands. Annoyingly she was right, the child deflated and instantly went into content babbling.

Barbra flipped the baby a middle finger, and wrapped an arm around Peaks. “Thanks for the invite, by the way.”

Erica wiggled the baby girls foot between her thumb and index finger. “Wouldn’t be a party without you guys!”

“No more parties here.” Peaks smiled again. “We sold the club.”

“Yep.” GODDESS sighed. “No more fun for us.”

“I think the baby is fun.” Barbara said coyly.

“She’s the only thing that keeps me going!” GODDESS nuzzled her face into the giggling baby.

“How many decided to stay?” Erica looked between Peaks’ wives. “Only you two?”

“Just five.” Peaks answered. “These two included.”

“Just five.” Erica rolled her eyes and finally gave him the punch he deserved to his chest. “Who can blame them, huh?”

He laughed. “Hey, it’s a big step down for me. Besides, I was talking to a master a bit ago who had everyone leave, at least I’m not that big of an asshole.”

Erica smiled. “And somehow Satan kept them all.”

——-

“Come on, one more time!” Boudica mewed, and posed herself on the bed, letting her freckles do the rest of the talking.

“No, no, no.” Randy whined, and buttoned his shirt up. “The party is starting, you have to be there.”

“I’ll be late.” Boudica hefted one of her breasts, with a free hand. “I’m not Diligence.”

“No.” He tossed a flowy white dress at her. “You are Chastity though. Being late because you’re horny won’t be a good look.”

She tossed the dress away, returning her naked form. “Horny for my brave knight, my sworn lover. I’d say us being late for the enjoyment we find in eachother’s bodies is more than chaste, it’s fuckin’ romantic!”

——-

“Hmmhmhmahmm.” Mary hummer to herself as she cleaned up around the lodge. The cleaning was exquisite! Lots of people, lots of messes, she just couldn’t be happier. The harem was a lot less slobby now that they were virtues, and she didn’t have nearly enough work to keep her busy.

But this, was fun!

She spotted some spilled punch, and agilely stage slide over to it was a rag in hand, only to collide with another maid who was eagerly going after the same spill.

“Oh, so sorry miss!” The other maid said, with a thick Hispanic accent. She rubbed her head, thick black locks spilled everywhere.

“No, no it was my fault.” Mary said, all her old fire and fury replaced with a boundless sea of patience. “I was just trying to get to it before it got sticky.”

“Oh, yes.” The maid nodded, and started working in the spill with a sponge. “I just hate sticky messes, they get me so worked up.”

Mary nodded, and started on the other half. “I know what you mean, they take so much work to scrape away, I always build up a sweat…”

Their hands collided, making each gasp and look up.

The Latina maid looked up at Mary with bright brown eyes. “Why do you use a rag? Sponges are so much better…”

Mary gulped. “I uh… I like wringing it…”

The maid moaned, and shuffled close, lust hovering over the spill now. “I see, I’ve always liked squeezing my sponges.” To give an example she squeezed the yellow thing, letting suds run down her firearm and drip on her generous brown tits.

Mary stared down at her generous melons, and smirked.”

“What is it?”

Mary gently removed the crucifix from between the woman’s chest. “You’re Catholic!”

——-

“Looking sharp.” Cleopatra grinned, and goosed her husband as they walked down the grand staircase together.

“Presenting Mr. and Mrs. Charity!” Announced the herald as they joined the ball. A small army of current and former perverts clapped and wooped for them as they came down. They all must have heard about their good work.

“The gold suit isn’t too much” mark Anthony asked.

“Not at all.” She squeezed his hand. “When people see us, I want them to see that we have a lot to give.”

“I’ve got a lot to give you, when we get back to our room.”

She giggled in response. “Better make this quick then. We’ll brag about world hunger being cut in half, and then sneak off.”

“I love it when you talk dirty.”

She grinned and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Who knew corrupting corporations could be so hot?”

——-

Elizabeth threw her arm out, using a bit of supernatural strength to stop Stan right in his tracks. The handsome man grunted as he hit the brick wall. “Where do you think you’re going? The party is that way.”

Stan gave a cool smile. “I gotta pick up my date.”

She looked him over, critical as a crow. “Okay, but you better be on time, you know how important this is to Erica.”

“Yes chef.” He dunked under her arm, and jogged off.

“That boy.” She gave a **** smile, and shook her head.

Vernec squeezed her arm. “Were you such a kill joy before you became Temperance?”

She pecked his cheek. “Yes, I believe I was. I don’t like him dating outside the harem to begin with, and I certainly don’t approve of that woman he’s with.”

“It wouldn’t be young love if a couple of old grouches like us approved.”

“I suppose not…” she wrapped her arms around herself. “It feels so strange to be back here.”

Vernec nodded along. “It was good, and well wrecked when we were done with it.”

“I feel like at any moments the walls are going to fall down, and Skylar will take our lives from us again.”

“Maybe not Skylar, but the network is still out there. It’s like being mortal again, where any day could be our last… which really only leaves us with a few courses of action.”

She grinned at her husband, and nesteled in a little closer. “Eat, drink and be merry!”

——-

The Wraths milled beautifully by the snack table, looking out at a field of prey. “Him.” Yang pointed a perfect nail towards a man sharing a laugh among a few women.

Diaochan cocked an eyebrow and smiled. The four were dressed in matching red dresses. “You think him still having a harem will stop me?”

Yang shrugged. “It’ll slow you down at least.”

The beauty smiled. “Done.” She then pointed towards Master Peaks and his little family. “You may have the club owner.”

“Okay.” Xi Shi smiled. “We all know our targets. First one to seduce a master wins!”

Wang smiled gently as the four beauties went their separate ways. “It’s good to be back!”

——-

“Ooooh, Oly you’ve got to come out! There are some tasty treats out here, and I’m not talking about the whore’devours.” Atossa let out a nassaly laugh and fished for her friends’ arm.

Olympias was hiding behind a curtain. Hard for a seven foot Amazon to be sneaky, and it wasn’t long before the milf of Persia pulled her prey loose, and out into the open.

It was Olympias as we’ve never seen her, maybe a little younger, by virtue of Erica ruling the harem, but scantily clad. She was wearing a short toga that barely covered her brawny buns. It slung off of one shoulder and gave the world a great view of the big woman. Her face was bright red. “You are so embarrassing!” When whined, and tugged down the hem of her toga.

“Who needs a humiliation fetish, when you have me, huh?” Atossa grinned and knocked her friend with her big booty. “Why are you blushing, girl?”

Olympias scoffed. “I’m humility. I shouldn’t be showing myself off like this.”

Atossa scoffed, and pulled her friend deeper into the ballroom. “You don’t show off when you’re pride, you don’t show off when you’re humility. When do you become fun?”

Olympias groused. The stares of people around the room were already heating her up. “I’m plenty of fun. This is just the first time a lot of people are meeting the new me, I want to make a good impression.”

“Well I know just how you can do that!” Atossa shoved Olympias and sent the giant spinning onto the dance floor where a group of gyrating women opened up to make room for her.

“Wooooo!” A few of them shouted, the clapped along with the beat, and waited for her to maker her big move.

“Oh gods.” Olympias held her face in her hands, and ran out of the room blushing.

——-

“The dog days are over, the dog days are gone! The horses are coming, so you better run!” Helen belted out the lyrics and danced to the music pounding through the hotel. DJ Dj was the MC for the event, and looking very chilly without a coat of grey fur to keep him warm.

Helen became what she’d always been, the virtue of kindness. She danced with Zheng, Nzinga, and her one time opponent Wu. The dregs of the harem, of course found a good friend and companion in Helen.

All three bounced a wooped along with her, smiles as wide and bright as a star strewn sky. The queen of Kindness may not have had any subjects or a harem at her command, but she had plenty of friends.

“Who’s up for shots?” Helen belted mid-song.

“Wooooohoooooo!”

——-

“You’re late.” Stan said, half smiling, half scowling as the basement doors opened up.

The two toned, host formerly known as Skylar and Karen smiled. “A host is never late, she arrives precisely when she means.”

Stan gave into a full smile. “You’re looking good mom.”

The host smiled and spun about in her pink and black ball gown. “Just a little something I threw on. And you can’t blame me for being late, we had to drag Marie out of her weed pocket dimension. The atmosphere is like Venus in there, I swear.”

Hitting her mark Marie came stumbling out of the void, in a giant poofy pink dress, her blonde hair permed out into that of an 80’s prom queen. She looked awful. “Don’t laugh.” She chewed out, the outfit was an affront to even her cool demeanor.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Stan lied. “How’s the island?”

“Dank. How’s Hell?”

“Getting better.”

The host nudged Marie. “Don’t hog him. He wants to see his date.”

Marie rolled her eyes. “See? Even you’re ashamed to have me seen in this thing.”

“You look cute.” The host gave a counter eye roll and scooted Marie out of the portal so the final figure could take shape.

A skinny little frapper, in a red dress and high heels stepped on out. Thin as a rail, and pale as you like. She nervously stepped out of the void but once she caught Stan gawking at her smiled confidently. She struck a pose, put her hand on her hip and winked. “Face it tiger, you just hit the jackpot!”

Stan had to wade through a swamp of rapidly firing neurons, but he eventually managed to find something witty to say. “Cha-Ching!”

——-

“There’s my nerd!” Marie said, bringing Erica in for a hug. The Queen of hell vanished in a jungle of pink folds, and tafida.

Erica struggled for air, and pulled herself free. She looked her frilly friend over. “What are you wearing?” She was able to say this confidently, in her own Victorian prom dress, that looked very handsome indeed.

“Ugh, don’t get me started.” She looked her friend over false memories flashing through her mind. She knew they were false, but who needed to be queen of France anyway? Marie the stoner had never hurt a soul. “I missed you.” She punched Erica’s shoulder. “You don’t call?”

“I’ve been busy!” Erica laughed. “What about you? I know you’re not doing anything.”

Marie snorted. “Please that hotel would crumble without me, the staff is a bunch of potheads.”

“Sounds like paradise! Your paradise at least.”

Marie made a face that’s hard to describe, but was clearly intended to mean she was well satisfied with her lot in life. “Where’s Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly…”

“They’re off exploring the multiverse, playing creation’s biggest game if soccer…”

“You guys broke up?” Marie was a little shocked. “She snuck into the studio for you bitch!”

Erica sighed. There was pain there. “I know, I didn’t want her to leave. But her being attracted to me was all just part of her program she and the other million Mollies wanted to figure out who they really were, outside of the show.”

“That’s sad.” Marie frown.

“I know, and each one wanted closure with me. Have you ever been dumped a million times?” It didn’t help that a few had volunteered to help with the reunion. But Molly Prime was not among them.

Marie lit up a joint and dragged on it. “Who would dump me? I’m a queen.” She breathed a cloud of skunk weed onto Erica’s face, making the girl grin and take the joint for herself. “She’ll be back.”

Erica sucked a burning cloud into her lungs. “You think?”

“Nah, she’s probably going to find a soccer ball shaped space station out there and be drawn to it like a moth to flame. Poor fuck.”

Erica coughed, and crossed herself in Molly’s memory. “Good thing I’m married.”

——-

“Hey where the fuck do you think you’re going!” Like an attack dog, Boudica bounded after and tackled Olympias to the ground as she made a sprint for the front door, dress be damned.

Of course tackling Olympias was no easy feet. The redhead latched on like a backpack to her foe and tried to use her weight to wrestle her to the ground. “Parties aren’t for me, I just need to get some air!” She said this while ramming Boudica into a wood support beam repeatedly.

“You worship the party god! I swear that fact has completely been ignored thus far!” She wrapped her arms around Olympias’s neck and started **** her out.

Randy came down the stairs, looking embarrassed to the people hanging around the lobby. “Boudica you promised you wouldn’t get into a fight!”

“If I’ve got to go to this party so does she!”

Olympias responded by grabbing Boudica by her head, and flipping her up over herself, and slamming her through the front desk. Boudica cough. She may have been immortal, but her dress was in shreds. She stared up at the panting Olympias. “You good?”

The amazon scowled down at her harem sister, crossing her arms in an angry way. Then shrugged. “Yeah.” She lifted the redhead out of her crater.

“Cute dress.”

“Thanks, Atossa picked it out.”

“Should’ve know.”

Randy shook his head. “You two have the worst friendship.”

Boudica scoffed and looped her arms with Olympias and Randy. “Yer just jealous you can’t throw me through desks like that.”

——-

“Wow, look at him dance.”

“Did you know he could dance?”

“He’s like, the perfect man. Of course he can dance.”

“Who’s the arm candy?”

“Stan!” Helen stood on her tip toes and waved her hand. “Come over here! Pet the puppy!”

Stan smiled, and maneuvered his date through the dance floor. When her arrived her brushed his hand behind Helen’s ear, making her sigh. “Ladies, I’d like to introduce Babette.”

The Betty boop girl, had a winning smile. “Nice to meet you.”

“Former host?” Helen asked feeling a bit of supernatural energy spark off the girl.

“You could say that…” Babbette smiled coyly and took a step behind Stan to hide herself.

Helen knew Stan was helping his mom restore as many hosts as they could from the producers. Then it hit her. “Stan, no! Babs?”

“Hey.” Stan said firmly, but calmly, a man who very nearly had a harem of his own. “I thought second chances was our whole thing now?”

“She was the worst one! Now she’s your little girlfriend?”

“Isn’t wonderful?” Cleopatra asked throwing her arms around Babette and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Evil corporate tool, cum omnipotent girl next door! Ugh it’s so sexy!” She looked to Stan. “Stan as my second choice, I just want to say that I approve of her being your’s! A suitable substitute for myself!”

Babbette sighed, and snapped her finger. Cleopatra appeared where the disco ball had been. The lights shone off her sparkly gold dress, proving to be a suitable replacement all while dangling from her panties.

“This is an outrage! I’m a virtue! I can’t be treated like this!” She cried as she slowly rotated about.

“She deserved that.” Helen grinned and patted Stan on the shoulder. “I approve.”

Stan pulled in Babbette for a hug. “Well if the dog likes you, I like you.”

Babbette favored him with a cherry red smile, and planted a kiss in his cheeks, marking him as hers for the rest of the night. “I like you too.”

——-

“Cleopatra’s dangling from the ceiling.” Satan observed, as he came into the ballroom.

Eve was on his arm, smiling at what she saw. “Now it’s a party!”

Lucifer gave Eve a peck on the cheek. He turned his attention to the crowd. How far he’d fallen, addressing a room full of mortals and not a mention of their doom in sight. Oh well, it made the girls happy. “Attention worms!”

“Guests.” Eve hissed, elbowing him in the ribs.

“Ah, sorry! **** of habit. Attention guests and welcome to my harem. You know me, Lucifer first Angel, last master. Hate to love me, love to hate me. Some would argue that I’m the reason you’re all free, but I’m too humble to entertain such thoughts.”

“I thought you guys fixed him.” Barbara whispered to Erica.

She sighed, like any eternal teenager embarrassed by their immortal dad. “Unfortunately being a jackass isn’t a sin, no wishing that away.”

“Shame.”

“Instead I’m here to honor the person who’s done all the legwork getting you here, your host and mine, Jamie!”

The host emerged with a bright smile on her face. She was hopeful that the people gathered here would at the very least not hate her for what her seperate parts had done. She wanted them to understand that she was just as much of a victim as them, and her hopes were well rewarded.

Applause met her arrival, and it was enough to make a demigod cry. She’d spent the last year tracking down her former harems. She worked with each victim, doing the hard work to get their lives back. Harem Hotel made it so the girls were easy to rip out if their lives, putting them back on was a hell of a lot harder. There were husbands who’d moved on, parents who’d died, children who’d grown.

“Thank you for that warm welcome everyone! When I was a host the applause of a crowd would turn me on, now I’m just grateful. Really grateful that you’re all here to give eachother support, and to celebrate! We got our lives back!” Whoops erupted around the room. “Now as you all know, I got a little ambitious with my last season.” That brought on some laughter. Tried my hand at making some demons for the devils harem. And of course they turned the table on me, and ended up saving the world, just like they said they would. I hope it’s not too much to ask, but can we give them some applause?”

The crowd gratefully obeyed. Had they known about Skylar’s final season, had they been able to watch it, they all would have been white-knuckled screaming at the T.V. They would have been cheering for their success and in a way their hearts did.

To many of the harems it simply felt like they’d awoken from a wet dream. Jamie was there, smiling, wincing, apologizing. They were broken from the bonds of their masters, their compulsions, their punishments. None of them knew the war being waged in their name, none knew that the dawn was just about to rise.

“This is the first time we’re all meeting in one place, so please take advantage of it. Share stories, provide support, make some friends, you’ve got a week, and you’re finally getting that vacation I promised!”

There was laughter and the music started back up.

“Well that was modest.” Babbette said as Jamie made it down into the floor. “You’re not going to brag about bringing them all back?”

Jamie shrugged. “It’s the least I could do, after what I did to them.”

Babette felt a sting, guilt of her own. She had her own vast web of human debris cast aside by her tenure as a host, and she counted Jamie among that number. “It’s not your fault, it wasn’t you.”

Jamie gave her sidekick a sad smile. “I know.” She squeezed Babette’s hand, and pulled her forward. She didn’t want Babette to suffer for what Babs had done, she wouldn’t have healed her if **** is what she wanted. Jamie supposed she should show herself the same grace. “Come on, our crusade against the producers is on hold. Let’s just dance for tonight!”

Babbette giggled and followed along. “I’ve been dancing!”

Jamie smiled. “Yeah? And how is my son treating you?”

On queue, Stan held his hand to Babette who took it with a smile. “Oh he’s been a perfect gentleman.”

“Wonder where he got that from.”

Jamie felt a tingle run up her neck, she was surrounded by friends, and the first few bites of the final song became clear. She giggled, convinced now that all of this wasn’t some kind of trick. They really did have their happy ending, and were sailing off to eternity.

“What’s so funny?” Helen moved close, along with the rest of the harem.

“It’s just… you can’t get out of hell without crossing the STYX!”

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They all gave her a look, more than a little concerned for her sanity, until… “I'm sailing away!” She pointed a finger at Erica. “Set an open course for the Virgin Sea.”

Erica grinned. “'Cause I've got to be free!”

Marie drunkenly stumbled into her friend. “Free to face the life that's ahead of me.”

“On board, I'm the captain…” Stan and Satan both volunteered themselves for that line.

They were bother knicked aside so Cleopatra could have the light. “So climb aboard, We'll search for tomorrow…”

Helen hip checked her, and leaned into her friend. “On every shore, And I'll try, oh Lord, I'll try…”

Than the both of them. “To carry on!”

There was a lot of giggling and shuffling to get into position after that. Lovers and friends pressing their bodies right to get in on the song. The crowd was whooping and belting along with the harem.

A mic was thrown at Baudica who miraculously had perfect pitch. “I look to the sea, reflections in the waves, spark muh memory…”

Mary’s tail whipped the microphone out of her hand and shoved it in Mary’s face. “I don’t even know this song! What the duck am…Some happy, some sad. I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had…”

Giggling Eve snatched the microphone. “We lived happily forever, sk the story goes…”

She tossed it to Elizabeth, who eagerly filled in. “But somehow we missed out, on the pot of gold…”

The whole harem, the whole crowed, the whole universe leaned in. “But we'll try, best that we can…”

There was only one option left, one singer left to sing. They all turned to the cringing giant. “Come on Olympias! You know it!”

The giant shook her head, and plugged her ears.

“Olympias! Olympias! Olympias!” The harem and then the crowed began to pick up the chant. Each word, each sound piled on the giants shoulders. “Olympias! Olympias! Olympias!” Until at long last they broke the party girl down.

Rolling her eyes, Olympias snatched the microphone and picked up the song. “…To caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarry on!”

Boom!

The music kicked in!

Bar bar bar rum rum!

A bright golden light, burst forth in the room. Now I’m on the dance floor there was a cloud strewn stair case, shining into the room!”

“A gathering of angels, appeared above my head!”

Joan of Arc walked down those stairs, and thought she was the only form. The golden light behind her felt like the mass of humanity was with her.

She was smiling, radiant, perfect as ever. Gone was her armor, the crude work of war was over, and she was a peasant girl once more.

“They sang to me this song of hope, and this is what they said”

No words were needed. With a small smile, Joan held out her hand to Erica.

“They said come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me, lads!”

The queen of hell grinned, what could be up those stairs? She took a step up, closer to finding out. Joan grinned, and nodded. The queen could feel her subjects behind her… right behind her.

“Come sail away, come sail away Come sail away with me.”

That felt good. Whether it’s a harem, or relationship, masters or friends, if you’re going somewhere, surround yourself with people who will go with.

“Come sail away, come sail away. Come sail away with me, baby.”

She was grinning, running laughing up those steps. Nothing could be worth all that trauma, all the guilt. The damaged was dealt, and she aches daily. In truth Erica didn’t think any of them could truly be healed, not all the way.

But they could heal, were healing, and would continue to heal… together.

They were a harem,

And it was finally time for their vacation.

“Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me!”