Rome is Burning

Voting Complete
Trent: 85%
Boudica: 15%

"Are you Kidding me?" Trent threw his hands out. "They can't end the vote now! I still had votes coming in. This is rigged! It's rigged." He turned to Boudica. "Do you hear me you cunt? You didn't win, this was stolen! I demand a recount."

Skylar chuckled. "Don't be silly Trent, we don't do recounts of Harem Hotel." She got to her feet, still clutching her stomach. "I gotta say, I'm real bummed about getting canceled, but I'm glad we're going to through it together. It's like the buddy system!" The worst part about Skylar is that she meant it.

"Canceled?" Trent turned his rage on Skylar. "They can't cancel me! I'm not like you, or that loser Colt. I'm a winner."

Boudica tucked her phone in her pocket, and got up to her feet. She felt electricity jump between her finger tips. A smirk crossed her face. She could feel more than just electricity, like there was a presence inside of her. It gave her a jolt of power and more to come if she...“I think your bosses are offering me your job…”

“A human?” Trent laughed. “They would never.”

Skylar shrugged. “They have Chrissi doing a show, they’re coming for our jobs!” She giggled, being on **** row was actually kind of freeing.

Boudica looked down at her hand. “Is this the part where I decide how I cast my spells.” She lifted her hand up in the shape of a gun, and aimed it a Trent. A light seemed to gather at the tip of her finger. “Bang.”

“Very funny.” Trent faked a laugh. “This is all hilarious, but if you thhhhhhhhink thhhhpth changeth anythhhhing you’re wrong.” His lips fluttered wetly. “They’ll juth wath your brain, and put you in my chair. I’ll be back, when they’re done with you it’ll be me in your body! Hath youth pfflepth the Owtheb pft tfp puh!”

As Trent spoke his lips shrink horizontally and grew vertical. His nose and cheekbones disappeared. His face seemed to pad out a bit. His now vertical lips became loose and flapper, and a thick white too began to put out if his toothless mouth. This transformation was topped off with a cute pink clit growing out from where his nose had been.

Where once there had been Trent’s handsome mug, there was now an oversized cunt, perfect in every way other than its location and the pair of eyes sitting over it.

“Who‘s the cunt now?” Boudica cackled, overwhelmed with the same joy she'd felt destroying Rome.

Trent fell to his knees, trying to scream but managing nothing more than a few wet queefs. The sweet sound of defeat.

Boudica turned to the bouncers who were holding Randy down. “The boss wants you two to bring Trent to his office.”

Without objection, they nodded and pulled the queefing drooling cuntface off to meet his maker. Boudica could already sense an otherworldly intelligence’s plan to install Trent in some kind of public use device. Pleasing fans even in defeat.

“Boudica?” Randy rose to his feet. Their moment of victory was beginning to slip from their hands. Something was happening to the queen.

“He thinks I have what it takes.” She smiled. “I have Star power, the it factor…”

Skylar rubbed her stomach. “I can’t tell if I should drag you back home… or jf you’re my boss now.”

Boudica looked in her direction, but her eyes were distant. She did not see the blonde in front of her, or her servant to her side. “He’s leaving that up to your boss… my guy runs a tighter ship… this must be what Joan felt like when god called on her.” Her eyes were distant she was peering into something a human was never meant to understand.

“Boudica don’t!” Randy shook her. “Remember why we came here. You’re a destroyer! And this is the biggest evil there is!”

Boudica grinned. “He’s telling me I don’t have to be… I can create something… he just has to… fix me a bit…”

“Grind you down you mean!”

“Just…” her eyes fluttered. “Polish me rough edges. Give me a makeover… make me t.v ready… make me…”

“A host!” Randy shook her. “They’ll kill you Boudica, there won’t be anything left!” He was crying. “You’ll be just like Skylar, a monster!”

“I am a monster… you should have seen the things I did to those cities… the things I did in hell… he can make it go away…”

Randy turned to Skylar. “Stop her! You can’t let them do this to her.”

Skylar’s eyes were wide. “I’m not getting in the way of a Producer!”

“They’re going to cancel you, and you’re still on their side?” He stepped towards her.

In fright she pushed him away. “Stop! I’m loyal! I believe in the show, in bringing people together.”

“You hate the show!” Randy grabbed her. “You know it’s wrong, that’s why you want to change it!”

“No!” She squirmed and screamed in his grip. “I don’t! I don’t! I just want us to be nice! Everyone on the network is so mean!”

Randy had been ready to die. But losing Boudica in the show was worse than any of that. She was his queen! “I saw your room Skylar, I saw the memories.”

“That’s private!”

At first Randy had thought Skylar kept the as a prize, the dull and human memories of her victims. Like some kind of Hyena gnawing on discarded bones. Now after seeing her fight with Eloise… “I know you keep them because you feel guilty, because you know what you did to them is wrong. Because you want there to be some part of their old selves that exists in the universe.”

“How could you know that?” She whispered.

“It’s the same reason I kept my victims’ panties.” He said with all the tenderness a man could.

“Gross.”

“I fucking knew it!” Boudica yelled aiming her finger at him.

He smiled happy to take the magic bullet if it broke her connection with the producer. Skylar did not feel the same way. She yelped and ducked behind him. “Make her stop!”

Randy had no fear of Boudica. He turned back around on Skylar. “I know you want to be a good person Skylar, help her.”

“I can’t!” She cried. Then in a collapsing moment of weakness she gripped her heart. “I’m trapped. I can’t be the host I want to be. I have to be who they say I am.”

“No.” He held her gently. She’d done so much for him, and he finally he had the chance to repay her. He could set her free. “We are who we choose to be.”