Good End

“Oh shit.” Elizabeth grumbled once Mary seized the fruit. There was no way this was going well for her.

Mary licked her lips as she felt the weight of the wish I’m her hand. “I’ve actually grown kind of fond of these bitches, and that was a hell of a fight. So I won’t do anything that will make their lives too unbearable.” Her eyes glanced back to the pinned down producer. “Him on the other hand…”

——-

Roar stumbled out of an Alley, his powers just barely saving him from Skylar and that damn wish from swallowing him whole. He didn’t reconize the reality he was walking into. Checking his pockets he had no phone either. “Damn.”

He walked out into the street, judging by the Statue of Liberty holding a circle and hammer, he estimated he was in New York. “Commies…” he grumbled looking about streets. Hopefully they’d connected with the multiverse so he could put a call through. “Hey Sugar Tits!” He said flagging down a passing jogger. “Ever heard of Harem Hotel?”

The jogger scoffed. “Fuck off asshole.”

She brushed past him, but Roar grabbed her wrist and pulled her into him like a dancer. As he did her life exploded out before him a whole universe of emotions and history. He cleaved branches off of it, family, hobbies, everything that wasn’t sex really. Her clothing exploded in the same way. Her tights and sports bra now electric blue lingerie, fishnets and and high heels replaced her trainers. Her dirty blonde hair tripled in thickness and volume, darkening into a delicious chocolate brown, tied in pigtails. Chocolate sauce was dripping from her nipples and armpits leaving brown steaks down her tan skin. A donut sat happily on each newly fat tit, both of which were sprinkled with powdered sugar. “Weeeeeeee!” She giggled, falling into him with a sticky hug.

“What was your name again?”

The girl giggled, her pruned mind not finding many distractions on the way to the answer. “Sugar Tits!”

He grinned and kissed her, she happily returned it. “Tell me Titty, have you seen Harem Hotel?”

“What’s that Boss?” She asked, sugar crystals flapping on her long eyelashes.

He sighed and pressed her flat against a nearby by window, smearing it with chocolate. The store within turned into a retro T.V store, and all the channels were turned to Harem Hotel.

“Wooks hawt.” She moaned, face squished into the glass.

He sighed. Well fuck, looks like he was going to have to start from scratch in this place. Oh well they’d pick him up eventually. Might as well have fun while here.

After all reality was what he made it.

Suddenly he caught a red face in the reflection grinning at him. Primordial shock drew him back, heart pounding. A moment later the image was gone, and his shock faded away, it was only the T.V’s inside showing Mary’s victory.

He laughed, abashed that someone with as much power as him would be jumping at shadows. “Just my imagination…”

——-

“And that’s how comrade Thomas Payne got the Communist-itution signed!”

“Fascinating.” Roar said, snapping that bit of information from his victim’s mind the moment she spoke it. What a vibrant history these people had.

Sugar Tits was hard at work rubbing her sticky jugs tits along his junk, while he reduced a professor he met in the lobby into a mess and less impressive member of her field.

His hotel room had been converted to a vast palacial space, where a young French maid was on her maiden voyage of cleaning the place, and loving every minute of it.

“Keep going, this is good stuff.” Roar encouraged to professor to continue to lecture, though every intellectual step forward she took in her lecture caused the fourfold behind her to crumble and vanish.

As he had his way with his two slaves, the maid came over to him, handcuffed him to the bed with a fuzzy pair of handcuffs. He didn’t remember including those in her kit, but ultimately thought very little of it. He liked a little bondage, and having his new sluts have free rein to please him, sounded fun.

So he let it happen.

It was only once he was secured to the bed that he started to worry.

The lights began to flicker. In the moments of darkness his sluts seemed to vanish, leaving him alone with the maid. Only she wasn’t the maid, she was a red skinned, horned demon!

Realizing the trap Roar began to struggle but his new talent just giggled and continued to play with him. He tried to exert his power over them, the cuffs, the maid, something to get him free, but it was no use, no good.

Then the power went out completely. With a downward derrrrrrrrrrrn type of moan the light died. Roar’s sweet bimbos were gone, all he had for company was a smiling Mary.

“Oh shit…”

“Face it tiger,” she beamed stepping up into the bed. “You just hit the jackpot!” She started shaking out her apron pockets, whips, and knives, and bone saws fell heavily on the bed.

“You can’t scare me.” Roar said defiantly. Reality bending powers have a way of building one’s confidence. “Any weapons you touch are just going to end up as sex toys, and you’re going to have to use them on yourself first.”

Mary grinned, and slipped down on top of him. Still naked, but his boner had died down. “That’s a good point, but I have a feeling some on these are going to have an easier job going up my hole, than yours! Either way sounds hot to me. The two of use playing with our toys together.”

He squirmed and kicked. “No, no, no you can’t do this. Please, I’ll make you famous, I’ll give you anything you want.”

Mary purred, already extremely happy with her wish. “You can tell me where I can find the other producers. So I can give them a visit too.”

He scoffed. “Don’t be stupid, they’d make my life worse than you ever could if I have them up.”

Mary’s tail grabbed a bone saw, transforming it into a knitted robe that she began to pull through her sex. “Oh I don’t think you believe that…”

“Why didn’t you wish for that, if it’s what you wanted?”

“Hey,” Mary grinned, “why by the cow when you can get the milk for free? It’s much more fun to get that information this way.” To his surprise, her nails suddenly jutted out of her fingers. Each one a sharp sinister spike. She grinned at him, and then the music started. “Cut my life into pieces. This is my last resort. Suffocation, no breathing. Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding!”

Roar’s reaction was the only logical response when someone start singing Papa Roach. He screamed, and screamed, and screamed.

——-

Roar stumbled out of an Alley way, already his heart was returning to its cool and collected pump. His powers had gotten him away from that demon, and just in time too.

He was still in one piece, though some strange part of him had the sense, or maybe it was a fear that he’d been flensed.

Oh well, no need to worry about that. She’d wasted her shot at him. There was no following him when he randomly jumped the way he had. He hoped she like communism because she was stuck in that world without her harem or prize.

He wandered out into the streets of a New Orleans apparently stuck in the Georgian period, as far as fashion goes. It was going to take some effort to get titties to pop out of those high necked dresses, but Roar was willing to put in the work.

He hadn’t thought to question why he was wearing clothes when he had been naked. Nor did her care to notice the red faces leering at him from every reflective surface.

Why should he be worried?

Reality was his, to remake as he desired.