Boudica Vs. Morgan

Boudica had no interest in winning this competition, and was really just biding her time until she had a chance to finish Lucifer off for good. That being said she hadn’t been in the top three yet, and she wanted to win something god dammit!

“Alright perverts, I gave you what you wanted so snugglin’ remeber that when you’re votin’ fer me tonight.” She stomped her foot. “Alright foofie, give me my opponent; so I can slap that meanie down!”

Skylar giggled. “Your wish is my command, this next one is my favorite. Do your thing Mark Anthony.”

The General was happy to do his part, and cleared his throat. “Coming to us from the mists of legend, the queen of goblins, and venomous sisters.”

A crow cawed and flew on stage. In its talons was gripped a black velvet cloak. It dropped it to the ground and flew up into the catwalk where hundreds of others were waiting.

“The most powerful enchantress to ever live, tutored by Merlin himself!”

The cloak was lifted off the ground some darkness seeped inside like a wind blowing a cloth. This darkness, inky in texture filled the sleeves, and body of the cloak.

“She who destroyed, the perfect kingdom, and reduced the dreams of faries to ruin, Morgan Le Fey!”

The crows cawed loudly, flapping their wings and sprinkling the auditorium with their feathers. They were subjects announcing the arrival of their lord, their queen, their god. The darkness soon became a woman. Dark of hair and pale of skin. She was a tall thing, and with a wave of her hand, the cloak was gone, replaced with a regal purple dress, inlined with gold, and purple jewels. It hugged her body tight. A crown sat in her hat, and she gave the auditorium a smile, like this was a familiar scene she’d revisited for the sake of Nostalgia.

She looked at Boudica and smilde. “Quiver, Quiver yon blushing rose, thou opponent art Morgan Le Fey, a gardener known for pulling weeds up by the roots.”

“Morgan!” Satan boomed. “Good to see your face unfrozen, how are you?”

“Warmer climates bring a sense of vacation to we treacherous souls. Why need thee resort to silly tricks in the pursuit of my Ardor? The heat of your body would have been enough to earn my seduction, were the chance presented.”

Satan nodded. “Alas, this was not my idea, you have Skylar to thank for all of this.”

Morgan bowed. “My own frostbitten toes extend their thanks to thee, pierced-titted creature.”

During that time Boudica was shaking in her boots. “Yer a witch!” She cried out in terror. Roman, legions no problem. Satan himself, child play. A reality altering extra-dimensional creature, tough, but fair. But a w-w-w-witch?

“Thou hast landed upon the truth, unbowed queen. Though thine opponent doth prefer enchantress, alas witch will do. Fear thee not I wisheth upon thee no ill will. Amongst my horde of magical treasure was thine own corpse. Indeed, yes. Mummified and shriveled as a date from Egypt. Yet thine hair, red as the setting sun, unmarrred, uncracked, ungreyed. Tied in a funeral braid it was, and a fetching thing to find on a corpse. Pluck from thy scalp I would, a single blazing stand and in a potion, it would go. Thine spite, and ill fate would bestow upon mine enemies the most dreadful of hexes.”

“Heh, cool.” Boudica was quivering, raised with a healthy fear of witches, this was just about the worst thing for her right now. She could have stood brave against any tyrant, but a witch?

“Hitheregard, let’s migrate to the main event, cheerleader, was it not, host?”

Skylar checked her notes. “Um, yes?”

Morgan waves her hand and and a purplish smoke wafted from her sleves, and enveloped the red head. It swallowed her whole for a moment, and then like the mists of avalon faded away. Boudica was in a greenish cheerleading outfit, her long hair tied up in pigtails. She was standing on a pyramid of five other Boudicas waving her Pom poms around gayly. “Go eagles, woooo!” She shouted, and then suddenly looked about. “Wait, just one snugglin’ second, what did you do?” Her other bodies which made up the pyramid looked equally freaked, and were trying and failing to curse their frustrations and confusions out into the world.

Skylar was on her feet. “Morgan stop, contestants can’t use magic.” She brought her hand up, but before she could snap her fingers she found them encased in mittens.

“What a queer rule.” Morgan laughed. “To have me, but no magic. Did you think you could separate the two? Neigh.” She turned towards the pyramid of Boudica's. “Remarkable queen, I dare not compete against thee. But I would not rob victory from thou either, I shall give thee another opponent, and bid thee farewell.” She waved her hands a bit and was swallowed by darkness. This darkness surrounded her like an egg, and when it cracked, Morgan was gone. Instead, there was a bright, slightly thicc blonde staring down at herself and her pink dress.

Skylar beamed and look down at herself the. Felt up her unpierced tits. “Hey, I’m me!” Our host gasped on stage and looked out towards the judges table where she had been.

Morgan was sitting there casually. She was still in her dress, and hair and looked as she had. Though suddenly she had an authority about her that hadn't been there a moment ago. This was now her show, and they all knew it.

"Uh oh." Lucifer grinned, and leaned back in his chair. This was all going so wrong. Of all the people Skylar thought she could control, Morgan Le Fey made the list?

“Wait a second, you can’t do that, I’m the host!” She napped her fingers, but to no avail. “Oh no…” Her powers were gone! Disconnect at least.

Morgan tutted. “Races must not be between those who can run, and those who can fly.”

“That’s exactly why you shouldn’t have your magic, you have to undo this right now, you have no idea the consequences of this.”

Morgan yawned. “Skylar, if thine heart be not in this, thou mayest choose to forfeit. Doth thou object Boudica?”

The half-dozen Red Heads managed to break apart, and we’re now standing on solid ground. They gave Skylar a glorious vengeful snarl and shook their heads. “No, that’s alright with us!”

“Wait, no!” Skylar held her hands out. This must have been her real body because all the expressions on her face seemed so much more natural on this cute doll. Even fear. “I’ll compete, but you have to give me the same fifteen minutes as everyone else.”

“Morgan nodded. “I am queen of fairness.” She waved her off. “Begone.” She waved her hand and returned Boudica to a singular body. “Thou go as well, impress our audience red-headed warrior, take your ****.”

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Skylar

Host

“What the heck? I’m facing the wrong way, I’m supposed to be on that side.”

“This is the host’s chair be thee not a rude guest, and break the rules of hospitality. Now, why doth thou compete in this fair game?”

“I’m not, I’m the host, I should be interviewing you. Those are my note cards! How did I mess up? Satan, and Mary can’t use their magic *sniff sniffle* this is awful.”

“Yon, they weep, and cry, and beg. Banish thy sorrow and be of good cheer. Thy show is in good hands. I shall treat it as I would my own child.”

“Please, the producers…”

“Little lamb, though art being cagey about thine designs. Your host suggests thou be more forthcoming, lest I be **** to motivate thee.”

“Much less fun being on this side of things. Okay… Hey fans! It’s Skylar your host! You probably don’t recognize me because I’m cute, and well dressed, and have hair! That’s because this is my real form, cute huh? I’m a contestant now, and I hope you vote for me to beat Boudica! Look at my panties! Not a skull in sight. Now everyone at home please call the studio and let them know I’m being held hostage, I…”

“Little lamb, thine reason?”

“Oh um, I just love being around people. So being in a loving relationship with a man and sevenother women is perfect for me.”

“Ah though simply wisheth to be in the harem. Charming little animal. Hark ye, how whilst though defeat Boudica she is much lived by fans,”

“So am I! Fans love me, and I’ll actually play the game. Boudica is dumb as heck, you know. I’d be a much better player, I’d win, and not just because I designed this season. That’s the problem when the host is dragged into the show, the host always wins…”

——-

A poppy little song started playing over the speaker, and Boudica came waddling out in a pink cheerleader’s outfit. Her bra must have been stuffed, because it looked bigger, bigger even that it usually was.her hair was still tied back in this pig tails and just looked so pullable.

She looked like she could you a massage. Her shoulders were stiff and her teeth were grinding against one another. She did not look like a peppy preppy teenage dream. She looked like some farm hard animal got dressed up as cute outfit and was paraded out in front of the farm as a joke. "This is so stupid." She sighed, and shook her head, before taking a deep breath, and faking a smile. "At least It's not a clown, though it might as well be."

She jumped in the air, and waved her pom poms. "Wooooo! Go team! Go Joytoy Go! Give us a show! Look at my boobies and grow grow grow!" She lifted her top up and flashed her breasts. Those massive knockers jiggled and shook for a moment, before she ripped her top back down, and dropped the smile. "I'm cheerin' for your joytoy do you get it you whoreson?"

Satan chuckled. "Yeah I got it. Can't wait to see you do it for real. That'd be a treat."

"Yeah snuggle you." Boudica dropped her pom poms and stomped out into the audience.

"Boudica what are you doing?" Erica whispered harshly, "you could be eliminated, you have to give them something more than that."

"Are you kiddin' me, what's the point? Skylar just got sucked into the game, it's all a farce, nothin’s real, and nothin’ matters. Turn me into a slug, blow-up doll I don't care. This is all stupid."

Erica

Host of Joan of Arc

"She's got a point, with this witch in control of things... why are we doing this? She's got no reason to keep things going like Skylar does.

"Oui, my love. If this continues we pull out. There is no point in putting you at risk like this. Not when this game imploding seems so probable."

Cleopatra

Queen of The Nile

"I can still win the prize, right?"

Olympias

Mother of Alexander The Great

"Well, this ruins everything."

Bloody Mary

Queen of England

“this bitch has got to go.

Skylar had often wondered how she would react if she ended up on a season of Harem Hotel. The fabled Host Edition had been floating around the writers room forever, but Skylar had always though Yuki winning that seemed like a sure thing. Maybe it would be good to get some practice in before that hit. She was sure the producers were in a conference call at this very moment to sort out this Morgan problem, and thinking up a punishment for her. After that whole 'Turing the master into colors for a whole week' debacle, she was standing on thin ice, and this probably wasn't going to help her case. Oh well, it beat getting eliminated from the show. Sorry Boudica.

Skylar, did about four cartwheels and back flips before she landed center stage. With a dramatic sigh, she wiped her brow with the back of her hand and scent a spray of sweat into the front row of the audience. Boys came, the contestants grimaced. "Woooooow guys." She spoke and her voice finally sounded like it was coming out of the right mouth, big pink suckers, always in a smile. "That game was so great, I'm all beat from cheering the team on like I was, and so sooooo horny! Uuuuugh those boys are such teases! Their hunky bodies, running, and moving and crashing into each other like big sweaty beasts mmmmhmmm! My panties were soaked the whole game, and not with sweat." She giggled girlishly and pulled down the them of her skirt.

She too was wearing a pink cheerleading outfit, though her's was impratically lined with fluffy white first, while pink fluffy pompoms dangled from her ears. She slowly lowered her skirt down around her ankles and made a show of putting her hand down her pink panties. "And I mean, I can only suck so many of them off during half time... I wish I could do more." She started rubbing herself. "Maybe if I let one of the... make love to me, while I suck the other one off, I could do twice as as many, ooooooooh, and and and." She bit her lips closed her eyes and really started to give it to herself. "Maybe if one wanted to play with my butt I could do three. Yeah, three of those hunks in me. Gosh, I'd be such a whore just like my mom! Ohhhhh fuuck, I'd be mommy's little girl." She was grunting as she fingered herself. "Just trailer park, fucking trash, oh oh ooooh fuuuuck!"

Okay, we’ll it looked like this character she was playing had some lore to her…

“Everyone thinks I’m a cute preppy cheerleader but I’m just a trailer park whore like my mom!”

Oh, okay there we go.

She eventually brought herself to an orgasm, in that humiliating pants around the ankles stance, and stood there shuddering and gasping.

Once it was done, Satan was shaking head. “See this is unfair, you’re the only girl here I don’t know. What’s your deal Skylar?”

Skylar rocked from her heels to the tip of her toes looks as comfortable in a cheerleading outfit as others world be in pajamas. “I’d be happy to tell you on our date this week, master. I can tell you all about the world I came from.”

He chuckled. “You’re going to Arabian nights me, huh? Okay, okay.” She really did know how to play. The thought of her getting eliminated without him ever getting to **** her was unbearable. “Why should you be lust, huh?”

Skylar batted her eyes. “Harem Hotel isn’t just a job to me. It’s my passion. All the things you’ve enjoyed so far has been my doing. From the traits to the contest, and I’ve done it all because this show makes me soooo horny! So I’m the perfect candidate for lust, because this entire show is a monument to my desires!”

“Good point.”

Morgan waved her hand and looked at the audience. “Merry views, look thee now to thine screen screen make the choice. Shall Boudica continue as our **** sin, or will a new star raise to eclipse her?”

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