Good End

“Gaaaaaaaaah!” Boudica growled and rapped her head with her knuckles! “I had a good wish I swear I did!”

“I knew it.” Cleopatra scoffed. “She doesn’t even have a wish.”

“I do too!” Boudica barked and made to throw the fruit at Cleopatra’s head, only just stopping herself. “I just forgot it, when i bimbofied myself.” She was looking particularly bouncy.

Helen sighed. “Do you want to use mine?”

Boudica stomped her foot, it looked far more childish than it normally did. “No! I can think up a good one all on my own.”

“I can’t believe I lost to her.” Olympias slouched in her chair.

“It’s okay Boudica take your time.” Eve soothed.

“Yeah.” Mary crossed her arms. “She’s a bimbo with the power of a god right now, don’t **** her. Or we might all end up with self lubing asses.”

“Hmmm.” Boudica thought about it, then thought better. “Aren’t we like, going to try and save the world anyway?”

“It’d be easier with the wish.” Cleo said.

“I’ve never been good at easy.” Some people have to aim for Rome. She faced Erica and her guardian Angel. “Then I know what I want. I want Joan to take Erica’s spot. I want it so Erica never joined this dang show.”

“Boudica!” Erica got up on her feet. “You can’t!”

The Host thought about it. It is technically Joan’s slot. Erica is just the host.”

“I accept.” Joan stepped forward. “It would always have been this way if I was allowed a body in this world.”

“No!” Erica gripped her chest. “You can’t, you have to save the world. Don’t waste it on me that’s worse than failing.”

“We will save it.” Boudica said, with an airhead smile. “We’ll work really hard to reform daddy’s place and the sins.”

“Oui.” Joan to a spot next to Boudica. “Leave this to the adults.”

“I’m 21!” Erica yelled. “I’m not a kid.”

“Some of us are over twenty one hundred, you’re a kid to us.” Olympias said.

“Please.” Erica was crying. “Everyone wants to save the world, but we actually have the chance. Can’t you see I’ll never forgive you do this?”

Boudica hugged her friend. Her plush form was so comforting and warm. “Can’t you see this is only possible because of you? You showed us the difference we could make playing this game.” She shrugged. “You at least showed me, and I’m queen now, so I’ll make dang sure everyone else sees too.”

That made Erica smile, though Boudica’s stubbornness had rubbed off on her. She looked for Satan. “Daddy talk her out of it, I don’t want to go.”

He waved her off cruel as ever. “I get the saint out of this deal, so long baby girl.” He waved her away with a flick of his hand.

The rejection from her own father stung, but he was in his own way being kind.

Boudica pulled her attention back. “You’re being the selfish one. I want this more than anything, and you’re saying no.”

You can’t mean that.”

“I love you, Erica.” Boudica kissed her on the cheek. “I want you to be happy, and more than that I want you to have a life. More than what I got, more than what my daughters got.”

It was a dirty trick, but Erica had **** but to give in. She hugged Boudica back and let herself sob for a moment or two. Her bimbo friend had not found the peace she was seeking in her **** against Nero. Of course it came with giving another young girl her life back. The world needed less warriors, and more lesbians. “Okay, you win. But I’m going to miss you.”

Now, invincible Boudica began to tear up. “Oh little girl, I’m going to miss you so bad, I think I’ll die!”

“Well if my aunt is right, I’m going to hell anyway. So I guess I’ll see you then.”

Boudica sobbed and hugged her a little tighter. “See you then. I’m going to make so many girls mad with lust for you, Heaven won’t touch you with a ten foot pole.”

“Ahem.” Joan gave the two a disapproving look, then offered her own arms open for a hug.

Erica sniffed, and accepted it. “I guess I’m no Joan of Arc.”

Joan made a purely French kind of grunt. “Even I didn’t want to be Joan of Arc, there is no shame in turning away.”

“I feel like I failed you.”

“When I ordered my men to charge the walls of Paris, they refused. Had they attacked we would have won, God showed me. But non, I failed them. I didn’t make them see.”

“I saw.” Erica buried her face in the saints shoulder. “You asked if I could go on, and I said no!”

Joan smiled. “Then maybe you are like me. Even at the end, I singed their confession.” She brushed Erica’s bangs. “Even I failed to be perfect.” She sighed dramatically. “And even I didn’t get to see France saved, when the time came they needed no Joan of Arc.”

“And you guys don’t need me, right?”

“Oui.” The saint smiled and finally let her charge go. “Being a maiden is quite the curse no? To inspire those with visions we’ll never get to see?”

Erica nodded, but held defiant. “I’d do it again.”

“As would I, Mon cur.” She patted Erica once more. “Live a good life, and I’ll bring you to heaven myself.”

Erica was then stolen from Joan by Eve, who wrapped the girl up in a hug. Unwelcomed since it caused Erica’s outfit to come to life. At least this this time Joan didn’t stab her.

The two had no words for eachother, just a long soft hug, one that spoke of battles fought, and fun shared. “You’re the best roommate I’ve ever had!”

Maybe just a few words…

But they were the last words. Before the young woman could put up more of a fight, Boudica made her wish.

——-

“Pika? Pika. Pika-CHUUUUUUU!” Erica’s alarm sounded off, and awoke Erica from her dream.

She gasped and sat up, and they were gone. She looked around and saw her childhood room. She smacked her alarm on the head, and put it to sleep. She noticed snow on the ground outside. “Not enough to Ski on…”

“Whuh?” There was a stirring besides her. Erica nearly jumped out of her skin. Molly popped her head up and yawned. “We’re going skiing?”

Erica shot out of her bed. “Molly you can’t be here, my mom will kill me! Probably at the stake.”

“What are you talking about?” Molly sat up to revealing a collar, as well as cuffs and a harness.

“Ah!” Erica recoiled a second time. “What are you wearing?”

Molly looked down at her bound hands. “My pajamas Mistress… did this **** displease you?”

“No um…” A wave of vertigo swept over her. She felt sick but, calmer.

Molly and her were visiting her parents for Christmas. “Sorry, I just had a weird dream. You’re beautiful, ****. But change into something modest, my parents are prudes alright?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Erica gave her a look and Molly smiled. “Yes, girlfriend.”

“Better.” Erica blew her a kiss, and exited her room, cautiously. There was French toast on the oven and it was calling her name. She came in, in time to see her dad give her mom a gentle spank at the oven. It was cute to see them still touchy like that. “Morning.”

“Morning mija.” Her dad grinned. “Coffee?”

“Black, black, black.” Erica sat next to the third adult in the room. She was seated at the counter, in a fuzzy pink robe, tits out. Erica read from her newspaper for about three minutes before her head shot up. “Who are you?”

The older woman laughed ackwardly. “Glad to see I made an impression. “I’m the girlfriend.”

Erica nearly spit her coffee. “Whose?”

“Your parents?”

That can’t be right… her parents had only started dating Cindy when she left for college. Erica was only 18… No that was dream. “Oh right, sorry still a little tired from the drive.”

Cindy laughed. “Well then I gotta apologize, I had your mom howling last night.”

“Cindy!” Erica’s mom blushed, and slid a plate before both women. “That’s private.”

Erica shuddered, not from vertigo this time. Just the average human’s reaction to thinking of their parent as a sexual entity. “I guess I wasn’t any more considerate with Molly.”

“Who doesn’t appreciate Molly enough?” Asked Molly as she entered the kitchen.

“Certainly not me.” Erica winked.

“Molly, what are you wearing?” Erica’s mom gestured a spatula to the thick turtleneck, and dull length denim skirt Molly was wearing. “Where’s your collar?”

Molly grinned and sat on the stool next to Erica. “My nun of a girlfriend wanted me wearing something conservative for you today.”

Her parents laughed. “Oh she’s always been so embarrassed when bringing her girlfriends over.” Erica’s mom gave Molly a warm smile. “Please forgive her.”

“Yeah, don’t worry about us.” Her dad chimed in. “If our daughter collared you, then you’re part of the family as far as we’re concerned.”

Erica blushed and looked about her family.

It was good to be home.

“Did Marie make it back home?”

Erica handed a fork to Molly and they both began to dig into the toast. “She couldn’t even bother packing.”

Her mom frowned. “You mean she’s going to be alone for Christmas?”

“It’s a self inflicted wound.”

“Nuh uh.” That won’t do.” Her mom was already getting her purse ready. “Ya’ll finish that up, we’re going to go get that girl.”

“Mom it’s her own fault.”

“Nuh uh mija, you are not letting your friend rot away in an empty house. Be a good Christian girl now.”

Erica groaned and lDanes back in her chair. “Si, mama.”

——-

As you can imagine there was much tumult in hell at the change of direction. To use, and direct sin for the betterment of mankind? It went against everything hell stood for.

The boss was useless. He was so hot for his new queen, and so in love with gluttony that he was putty in their hands. Lust drove his every decision and his harem had his full attention.

So the demons rebelled, as was their nature. If Satan was too weak to resist the new sins, then they would.

Woe to the traitor.

Woe to any who would stand against the goddess of war at the zenith of her power. Ruling hell was a boring and confusing affair for our bimbo queen but war was another case. Many a demonic horde scattered at the sight of her cackling advance, her mane of blazing red hair.

And at her side was Joan of Arc who splintered the armies of hell with her divine magnificence. Her own army enjoyed deep and long periods of respite between battles.

The two became fast friends, bonding in the fires of strife. Each understood the other, and knew the urgency of the task before them. Hell had to be remade, so Erica would have a better world to live in. It was the least they could do for her.

Behind their armies was Mary and her legion of wrathful maids who cleaned up and rebuilt the battle with all the zeal and fury of righteous crusaders. **** pits and maggot pools were replaced with housing and schools for damned souls. All built by frothing and horny maids.

Cleopatra saw to the operating of these rebuilt lands. Greedily she packed them with services and amenities, bountiful rewards and easy living for souls and demons who chose to embrace the new hell.

Eve tended to the damned souls. Still their mother through and through, she was all too eager to work rehabilitating the worst of her children. It didn’t take much to convince the souls that eternal **** was not the right way to live, but having a powerful inspiration like Eve helped… so long as she didn’t touch their clothes.

The whole project was overseen by Helen, the heart of it all. It was she who conceived of the sins being used to drive positive change. So she worked away assigning roles to demons great and small alike, showing them how they could tempt humans into being better. How even now they could corrupt humans away from their true monkey natures, into divine beings. In a universe destined to decay, ruled by entropy, what was more rebellious than a virtuous society?

Anyone who resisted, was sent to negotiate with Olympias. They’d usually find Helen to be a much more reasonable sin to work with after that.

And while they worked to occupy and reshape hell, Elizabeth had the hardest job of all. Reshaping Satan. Elizabeth had tempted him, intrigued him into considering love, but a true awakening of his heart was a long a treacherous path. Thanks to Boudica he was easily bribed with sex, but that could only go so far. He had eons of evil to overcome, and Elizabeth had her own evil to overcome.

But they made it work. When Good Elizabeth was out they’d try for love and care, and when and Evil Elizabeth fronted it was evil and Mayhem. Surprisingly this went a long way to curb his behavior. Her evil have satisfied his need to corrupt Elizabeth, her her good half satisfied other needs.

It wasn’t perfect, but he could be managed. If he flew into a rage a few days with his harem could soothe him for a long while. And besides anyone who would rebel against him deserved to be destroyed. If that meant turning their butcher cities into parks, and gardens, all the better for the sorrow it would bring his enemies.

Throughout all of it, Boudica proved to be a good ruler. A beast on the battlefield, her army would accept surrendering enemies into their ranks with long joyous orgies.

Generals lusted for her, leaders wanted her for their own, assassins would find themselves unable to harm such a beautiful creature. The lust she inspired in her enemies was often more dangerous than her spear. Everyone wanted to please her, to feel her touch, to earn her smile.

Her public speaking skills remained as ill as ever, but they were often punctuated with cheers, which got the crowd excited and moved even if the main part of her speech was lost in translation.

As her rule over hell took shape, the succubi and Incubi flourished. They began to spawn more frequently, when more dangerous demons were slain by Boudica, their essence would return to hell and when reconstituted would be infected with her essence.

The succubi took after their queen. Buxom, blonde and dumb, and now of course infected with Boudica’s special brand of cluelessness. Beings made of sex, who were completely embarrassed by it, and with only the barest ideas of how to do it, and almost no knowledge of kink.

“You should should like… touch my boobies.” They’d whisper to dreamers as they slept. “Oh wow, your joytoy is getting hard! Haha omg, I have to go! Sorry, sorry, I have other dreams to visit!”

“Whip you? Wouldn’t that hurt?”

“Yeah that’s right, you want to cuddle with me, and watch horny Scottish historical dramas sooooo hard don’t you?”

Many a man would wake up, embarrassed, and blue balled.

The Incubi were no more adept at their job.

“Don’t put that in your mouth! I pee out of there.”

“Daddy? We’re not even related.”

“Hahaha! Stop licking my six pack that tickles!”

These hot, stupid golden retriever boys, and bedroom bunnies soon became the majority population of hell. They had been low in population before, but now with their ranks swollen most people on earth had their own sex demon visiting them at night. Too clueless to corrupt anyone they became guardian angels if sort, fawning over and tending to their mortals, providing companionship and well meaning but vapid advice.

If anything it was Earth corrupting the demons. Many of the succubi would come back from their night time romps blushing and chittering excitedly with their covens the things they’d done with the humans. Many would squee and hide their faces too embarrassed to try something so bold for themselves.

And what could be done from there?

Hell had fallen to the red headed beast. Its ranks swelled with bubbly morons fascinated and infatuated with humanity. The crueler more dangerous demons found themselves outnumbered and those who tried to **** these giggly demons found they resembled their queen in more than one way, and would become cursing red headed beasts when threatened.

So Boudica ruled, faltering, fucking, and occasionally failing. Ever and always she got back up, untamed. Total victory, and eternal reward would have bored her. She might have retreated into her bimbo nature, found bliss in the bedroom, never to emerge.

The perfect wish, the right wish, would have destroyed her. Instead she was kept busy. It was no simple task to beat back the dark desire of man and demon. There would always be a foe to fight, a friend to fuck, and some outrage to scream about, and in that constant strife she was happy.

She never stopped missing Erica. The fruit had ensorceled her heart, and it forever belonged to its owner. She never let these feeling turn dark.

Afterall, Erica was still a member of The Save The World Society, she was just doing her part from the other side.