Post Show Negotiations Part 2

The Landscape outside The King Buck’s Lodge was still as a painting. The setting, sun washed the white landscape a sparkling pink wonderland. A sweet-looking strawberry dessert, it would have looked perfect in a cup. Olympias leaned against a wooden railing and looked out upon the world. She was having a hard time processing the reality of her situation. She was indomitable, and hadn’t flinched before a contestant once during the entire competition. Yet her power over the contestants, and their fear of her had not translated into victory. It didn’t make sense to her. This strange concept of demoncracy was an Athenian perversion and did not sit well with the witches and tyrants of her homeland.

Though she was drawn from her stupor by a pair of hands wrapping around her firm midsection. “How dare…” She broke the embrace and turned around to see Helen smiling up at her. “Oh… Helen.”

“Hey Mistress…” Helen made a sour face. “Mistress… Mistress?”

Olympias smiled. “One of my new traits.” She explained.

“Hmm, well…” Was this to be every encounter for the rest of eternity? Weird rules, and reminders that their free will was gone? “Anyway… I just wanted to thank you. You saaaaved me last week, and that’s awesome. I know it’s all the trait, but… I dunno.”

A small smile began to creep across Olympias’ face. “You’re a sweet girl.” She held Helen’s hand, gentle as a baby bird. The softness with which she handled Helen’s porcilian hand, was surprising. “I want us both to win this thing. I’ll do everything I can to get you across that line Helen.”

Helen blushed, not sexually excited, but emberassed by the sinserity of that statement. “Thank you Olympias.” She gave a bitter laugh despite herself. “It’s funny, at the start of all this I was scared stiff of you, and thought Cleopatra and I would be besties, and now it’s the opposite.”

Olympias nodded, she was glad that disappointment had become fixated on Erica, since Olympias should have been the true object of her Ire. So she was pleased to stay out of her way, until Olympias knew how to handle her. “I won’t turn on you.”

“Thanks.”

“I have a question for you.”

“Shoot.”

“I’m thinking about upgrading our trait with the points I received. The level 2 upgrade, was pretty helpful, and I think upgrading it further might be even better… I just want your permission before I do this.”

Helen cocked her head, her whispy bangs sliding along with her. “Why do you need my permission? Those are your points.”

“True… but…” She grimaced, like in pain. For emotional honesty was painful for this witch. “It’s our relationship.” She said softly, almost ****.

“You’re worried, this might change it?”

Olympias nodded. “I’m worried it might make me, attracted to you.”

“Well everyone else is.” Helen joked. “Except the audience…”

“I’m serious, you’re like a daughter to me. I don’t want to ruin things between us.”

And there it was, the heart within this giant cruel woman. Helen smiled, and felt like she was seeing the woman for the first time. Behind the cruelty, and power, and naked ambition, was a woman, and this was her love. Helen grabbed Olympias’ hands, and held them to her chest. “If it will help us win, then I’m in. If it changes our relationship, then so be it. We’ll change with it. You may be a being of stone, but I am the queen of swans, I am air. Where so the winds blows, there I will be.”

“Precious girl.” Olympias smiled, and ran her hand along Helen’s cheek, adoringly. “Very well, you have given me the strength. I will do it, when alone.” She turned to leave, but Heln grabbed her wrist.

“No, do it here with me, don’t hide.”

“Hide, hmph.” Olympias felt that thorn in her pride, but Helen was right. “Very well.” She pulled out her phone, and brought up her Trait page.

Upgrade!

Precious++

Pride will no longer be able to resist spoiling and adoring the object of their affection Furthermore if Pride's object of affection scores below her in a challenge, Pride can choose to switch the severity of their transformations. Pride's reward would become a punishment, and her object of affection's punishment would instead become a reward.

Olympias showed Helen the text. "Ah well, I suppose this wasn't a reward to begin with."

Helen nodded. "You would have been better off upgrading that entrance thing.”

"Oh well, you'll make me more points, I'm sure."

Helen smiled at that. "Do you feel any different at least?"

"No." Olympias brush a hair out of Helen's face, and true to her trait could not resist a smile of her own. "You're just as perfect as you've always been."

Helen blushed. "Speaking of points... we could earn some together... ever VP you give me is a BP for you..."

"No." Olympias frowned. "Hmm denying you is... unpleasant. Let me rephrase, please don't ask that of me. This love I feel for you, is not carnal. It's a care, you understand? To sleep with you, seems vulgar to me, wrong."

"Hmm." Helen felt her eyes water. Then hid her tears with a laugh. "I never knew a person could care for me and it not be carnal." Though maybe her laugh was a bitter thing. "I understand" There was an awkward pause between the two of them, so many emotions stretched out before them, and neither knew how to herd them all into working order. "Well... I've got to get ready for my date with Morgan, so hopefully, I earn you enough points for that other upgrade."

Olympias nodded, thankful for the exit, this girl made her feel like she had a big gaping wound that all the world could see. "Make me proud."

"Of course." Helen pecked her on the cheek. "I'm your pride and joy."

—--

Cleopatra had gathered herself a bit. The blow Mark Anthony had dealt her heart, still throbbed and ached. To think she’d become something so disgusting to him, that he’d run away. How frightfully erotic. She still sat on her couch, and browsed through her phone lazily. Though now she wasn’t drooling over the changes she could enact on Erica, now she was just browsing clothing and other minor upgrades on the shop… should she get a nose job? Though she could no longer think of punishments as such, it was clear that everyone else dreaded them, and their changes. A bit of empathy let her realize that maybe she shouldn’t go after the other contestants the way she had been planning on. She already had Mark Anthony, and that’s all she wanted. There was no sense in making enemies now. She just had to survive four more rounds, and win or lose she’d be happy.

She browsed sandals, and snowboots, she saw Erica and Boudica both rounding the corner. ‘Look like they’ve made up.’ She observed, ever a keen spectator to human relationships. Then it became clear they were heading her way, and Cleopatra figured Erica had recruited a little muscle for this confrontation. The red haired, woman didn’t look it, but Cleo saw the way she handled Diaochan’s minions. The girl could scrap.

With a humble sigh, Cleopatra closed her eyes, and formulated the apology she theorized Erica was owed. She could see how some adults would find the idea of being the devil’s age play slut, repugnant.

“Cleopatra.” Erica announced, standing above the goddess with her hands on her hips. “We need to talk.”

Cleo sighed. “I agree. I just talked with Mark Anthony…”

“We want you to upgrade a trait.” Boudica cut in.

“I… you do?”

“Yes.” Erica nodded. “We’ve been thinking about it, and just think it would be sooooo hot if we could see another trait upgraded to level three.”

“I…w-what trait?” Cleopatra couldn’t deny a little thrill that went up her spine.”

“Yours.” Boudica sat down next to the goddess, and put her lips very near to her ear. “I want it all.” Her breath sent goosebumps up Cleopatra’s neck.

“M-my own trait?”

“That’s right.” Erica nodded. “You’re already so, crazy, slutty, horny, it’d be so hot to see what level three would do to you. It might make you into a real monster.”

“N-no.” Cleopatra stood up. “You’re just trying to get me to use, my points. I’m not…”

“Calm down.” Boudica, grabbed Cleopatra and pulled her back down onto the couch. “Yer tellin’ us you’re not a little curious to see what it could be? I just think it would be so nasty to do that to yourself. I’d probably cream my skirt if I saw it.”

“Aaah.” Cleopatra whined, feeling quite wet all of the sudden. “I’m not going to upgrade your trait Erica, I don’t want…”

“You’re right.” Erica took her foot and pressed it against Cleopatra’s crotch, her sneakers roughly stimulating the queen’s mond. Cleo moaned, and arched her back. “You’re upgrading yours, remember?”

“Oooooooh.” Cleopatra bit her lip, and started rubbing her cunt against Erica’s shoe. “I don’t want to be a freak. Mark Anthony will hate me…” She whined, high pitch and neeeeeedy.

Erica gave a concerned look to the redhead… was she telling the truth? She took her foot off Cleo’s crotch. “Um… you really weren’t going to use it on me?”

“Noooooo.” Cleopatra whined, but it wasn’t clear who she was saying that to. To both of them, she sounded more upset that Erica wasn’t stimulating her pussy anymore because she immediately started rubbing it herself.

“She’s just playing you.” Boudica assured. “You have to remember who these meanies are Erica.” Boudica cleared her throat. “Why would he hate you Cleopatra?”

“Traits *pant pant* making me a freak.”

“Noo, that can’t be true. The traits can’t hurt us can they?”

“N… no?”

“No. Traits are good, sexy, that’s what you’re always saying.”

“N-no, I’m… I’m dirty… corrupt.”

“But you could be moooore.” Boudica whispered.

“Ooooooooh!” Cleopatra screeched, either orgasming, or damn close. “N-not enough points. Need more, oh fuck ooh.”

“What do you mean? You had 10 exactly.” Erica squinted, sensing a trap.

“Spent… oh fuck… pent some already. I’ll just… upgrade Erica instead… so hot, so hot you’ll see.”

That splashed over Erica like a cold bucket of what. However gross this all felt, Erica imagined herself like this, pathetic and horny for Morgan, it made her sick. “Don’t worry about points.” Erica pulled out her phone. “How many do you need?”

“Oh… oh oh oh! 6!”

“Fine.” Erica loaded up the amount.

“Wait.” Boudica held up her hand.

“If she only has four BP she can’t touch you at all… you lying foofie.” She grabbed Cleopatra and shook her. “How many points do ye have?”

“Ffffffour.” She hissed, pumping her fingers in and out of her cunt.

Erica grabbed her wrist and pulled it back behind Cleo’s head. “Tell the truth. How many do you need to upgrade yourself?”

“Six!” She lied again, bucking her hips for sensation.

“Snuggle this.” Boudica hacked, and and stood up. “She can’t touch us with four points.”

“She could…” But Erica caught the look on Boudica’s face and nodded. “You’re right.” She cleared her throat, and gave Cleopatra a pittying look, which didn’t take that much effort. “You could have been a real freak, but I guess you blew it.”

She and Boudica began to walk away, but Cleo cried out for them. She fell forward on her knees. “Nooooo! No! No! No! I was lying, I’m lying I’m sorry. I just need one point, just one. Please give it to me, I want to see what my trait does.” She shoved a free hand back into her cunt. “I bet it’s sooo hot.”

Boudica gave her young ward a wink and turned about. “Just one?”

“I have nine.” Cleo confessed.

"Done." Erica tapped her screen and held her breath. It was out of her hands now, if Cleopatra turned on her, this game was over.

Let go, and let God.

Upgrade!