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Please imagine the following scene scored to:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qUEl4v-zuMw&pp=ygUWdGltZXMgdXAgY2hlYXAgcGVyZnVtZQ%3D%3D

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Stan, Molly and Cleopatra went screaming through the void. Cleopatra was still **** and hanging off of Stan’s back. He was leading the way through the Darkness, but it did not take long for their landscape to change.

In a moment they were on the deck of a ship. They landed on their backs, well molly and Cleo did. Stan landed on Cleopatra. They hit the deck of the ship at a horizontal level, and so skipped off the well waxed floorboards and went sailing down the length of the ship like so many shuffle board pucks. Women in swimsuits and bikinis screamed and jumped out of their way.

“Love Boooooooooooat!” Molly screamed, as a one piece appeared on her body. “Amanda, Tammy, Tawni, Bridgeeeeeeete!” She babbled as they passed a gaggle of this season’s contestants.

“We need to stop!” Stand shouted. “We’re about to go overboard. They were sailing right towards the other side of the ship, until a man in short white shorts, a sailor’s shirt, and a captain’s had steped in front of them, his legs in a wide stance.

“Foreign Vessel Halt, these are soverign waters!” The captain barked.

“Who the hell?” Stan asked.

“That’s the host, Skipper!”

Stan roared and use his momentum to throw a punch into Skipper’s dick. “Fuck you Skipper!” He slipped right between the captain’s legs, and off the side of the ship.

“Fuck you Skipper!” Molly repeated, only as she sliped beneath Skipper she reached out and grabbed both of his ankles. Her momentum was more than enough to yank him off of his feet. He hit the deck with a loud thump, and went where Molly’s momentum commanded. He was yanked right off the ship with Stan and Molly, and plunged into the drink.

They sunk into the ocean, like it was pulling them to it’s floor. No amount of stroking, or kicking could brunt the magnificent pull of the tide. Everyone clamped their mouths shut, **** to keep whatever gas they had inside their bodies, until at last Stan touched the bottom of the pool…

The water was gone, and everyone found themselves hurdling through another ocean of blue. The great expansive sky.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

They spun uncontrollably as the water around them was gone. They were completely disoriented, but had one point of reference they could count on. The Kansas cornfileds they were very rapidly falling towards.

They weren’t the only ones screaming. A dozen naked women and a single man were also hurdling through the skies. Their screams were equally panicked.

Then a man with a parachute on his back landed in the middle of everyone, his voice carrying over the roar of the winds. “Alright ladies!” He said with the voice of a classic shock jockey. “For today’s challenge you all have to make it safely to the ground. No parachutes? No problem. Just find a partner and get hot and heavy! The nastier you are, the quicky their parachute will weave itself. And by the way Master Andy’s chute can fit two babes! Begin!”

The screaming woman all cried, and tried to manuvering themselvers through the air to a partner or two. There were near misses, couples would come together only for momentum to fling them apart. A couple would form up, only for a thrid to try and break it up for herself.

Skipper had to admit it was great television.

“Harem Hotel: **** Edition! With Spike as it’s host!”

“This is a shitty fucking challenge Spike!” Stan cried, tackling Molly mid air. “I’m sorry about…”

Molly lunged her face forward to start making out with Stan. Sure enough strings started to appear around their bodies, intermingling into what would soon become a parachute.

“Four to a lifeboat!” Skipper cried, tackling the couple and getting his own tongue on on ther coversation.

Molly growled and made a fist. “This is a taco burrito coversation! Nachos!” She walloped Skipper in the face, but the maritime molester was a hard bug to crush.

“Wuuuh?”Cleopatra stirred to conciousness. “What’s happening did Skylar…AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” Fear took her over for just a moment, enough time to send her flying off of Stand and into oblivion.

“CLEEEEEEOOOOOOOO!” Stan cried and threw his hand out to catch her, missing her by a mile.

“I got her!” Molly said, disentangling herself with Stan. “You keep Skipper entertained.”

“You sure?”

“Oh yeah.” Molly grinned. “In this world I’m a bad ass!” She kicked off of Skipper’s chest and went hurdling towards Cleopatra like a rocket. “Hold onto me!” She yelled at the queen as she snatched the flailing beauty out of the sky.

“Man was not meant to fly!” Cleopatra clung onto Molly like a cat on a tree.

“We have to makeout!”

“What?” Cleopatra squirmed in protest.

“We’re in a challenge! We have to…”

Say no more, a challenge meant there was a prize, and a prize meant that Cleopatra was all in. Her tongue began to dance about Molly’s mouth, surprising the young lesbian was her enthusiasm. Her persona in this world quite liked making out during freefall, and the adredaline of it all was getting her reved up. In response threads began to from about their bodies, ever so slowly their fall as a chute appeared above them, until as always a host ruined it.

Spike appeared next to them. “Sorry babes, chutes are for contestants only!” He stuck his tongue out, and crossed his arms into an X. “****!” A red X flew at them, and when it hit, their parachute vanished. “I’ll let you two figure it out from here!”

“Asshole!” Before spike had the chance to weasel away Stan collided in with him. He grabbed onto the straps of Spike’s parachute and the two spun in a **** spiral. “You have an odd number of participants!” Stan screamed, unbuckling a clip from the parachute. “All your girls can pair up, and leave your master to fall to his ****!”

Spike sobered. “Oh shit, I didn’t think of that…”

Stan unbuckled the last strap on the chute, and used their spinning momentum to torque his body, and sling Spike out of the parachute. With the unerring aim of the Devil, Spike collided with Skipper mid air and the two of them clutched onto eachother for dear life. “I’ll let you two figure it out from there!”

Molly and Cleopatra each managed to get on his level, and grab a hand. “We’re still not in Colorado!” Molly said, she closed her eyes. “The exit is a long way from here, it’d take days to get back to their hotel on foot.”

Cleopatra smiled, aclimating to the enviorment at last. “Or we could make our own.” She winked at Stan. “Stay close.” With that she pressed her feet to his chest, and used him as a kickoff so she could join Skipper and Spike’s makeout session. Molly was good but Cleopatra had been navigating the jetsreansvif hell for two thousand years. Watch how one dies it wit finesse.

She inserted herself like a knife between a clam shell, and pried skipper loose sending him into a tail spin.

The parachute the two had been knitting fell to shreds, and at this point there just wasn’t enough time to recover. The cornfields were getting awfully big and detailed.

Cleopatra grabbed spike by the hair, and reteched him around so he could facing his up coming doom. “Make an exit!” She screamed.

“I can’t!”

“Make an exit!”

“They’ll cancel me!”

She could sense Stan hovering just over her, ready to scoop her up and activate the chute if this went wrong. “Take that up with the ground.” Poor guy didn’t realize it was already far too late pull the chord and survive the collision with this world.

“Aaaaaaaaaah!” Spike closed his eyes and formed an X with his arm “Extreeeemeeeeee!” He wept, he shot a red X at the ground, which at first just seemed to indicate where the five of them were going to die, but in a moment the world opened up revealing the familiar dullness of the void.

“Now!” Cleopatra kicked off of the host, sending him into that dark oblivious, Stan and molly grabbed onto her, and the last signs of them in that world was their parachute unraveling.

It bloomed to its full volume in the next world where the air was thin and crisp. A vast range of mountains seemed to stretch on forever and a day.

“It’s Mount Everest!” Molly the helpful Sherpa said.

Stan guided the parachute along the slope of the mountain search for a place to touchdown.

Skipper and Spike both rocketed into the mountainside. Each bounced off the rock face and began to roll down the slope.

“There’s more people down there!” Cleopatra pointed to the stage on the side of the mountain.

“That’s Harem Hotel: World Religions. What happens when you get a contestant from the twelve most popular religious sects and make their master an Atheist?” Molly repeated the elevator pitch for the season.

Behind them a certain rumbling became impossible to ignore. Spike and Skipper had knocked an ice shelf free, and now it was an…

“Avalanche!” Molly cried.

“Shit shit shit!” Stan pulled on the chords of the chute. “It’s slowing us down too much!” Their salvation now dooming them to a **** under the snow.

Cleopatra watched Spike and Skipper slide down the mountain aside. “Drop me, I have an idea!”

——-

Ten-Sin the faux monk of this season looking to the shivering naked women and men on the stage. They were on their hands and knees each fighting for the chance to get their master’s dick in their mouth, like pigs during feeding time.

“Yes!” The band monk intoned with religious fervor. “Only through your master will you find warmth. Only through him will you find salvation! Only…”

“Hiiiiiiyeah!” Cleopatra fell out if the sky like a cannon ball. Just before she made contact with Ten-Sin she uncoiled her legs. One foot hit him in the head, another in his chest. She sent him flying off the edge of the sage. The camera crew couldn’t help but record it all in glorious slow-mo.

Cleopatra hit the ground with Ten-Sin under her feet. With him as her board she began to shred down the side of the mountain, outrunning the avalanche with ease and style. All that time in Colorado wasn’t for nothing.

Molly and Stan followed her example, Molly landing on Skipper and Stan on Spike. The two high fives at the high radicalness if the situation and began to rip up some Everest powder.

Ten-sin has been right. As the avalanche was over the stage the master’s hot dick managed to melt a circle of protection around the harem.

“We gotta find somewhere to rest, things have gotten out of control!” Stan yelled over the falling mountain.

“After the avalanche!” Molly and Cleopatra were of one mind. They swerved around s rocks, and dangerous embankments.

Then a pink beam of energy zipped past them. It hit a tree and transformed the majesty of nature into a big wooden ass.

“Skylar!” They turned around to face their pursuers.

Nope!

Fifteen minors hosts from various Harem Hotel podcasts, web series, talk shows, and those clips shows that play before the commercials start during a movie, were all shredding down the mountain after them. They were a motley crew of fetish garb wearing freaks, from an elegantly dressed man in a suit all the way to a lady in a leopard-dragon fursuit.

The theme for these goons is: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=NtTlTsKoKEY&pp=ygUebmljZSBuaWNlIGRhemV5IGFuZCB0aGUgc2NvdXRz

“Cleopatra! You’re going to love being my assistant!” Guffawed a man in overalls as he came down the mountain. “After I capture yew they’re gonna give me muh own show! Harem Hotel: Country Livin! Together we’ll show city slickers the joy of farm life! Ouiet living, ****, and polygamy of course! Imma plump you up like a hog, and set you to permanently pregnant! Your tattoos are gonna look so hot all stretched out. Yeeeeehaw!”

Cleopatra rolled her eyes. She spun herself around so she was going down the mountain backwards. She saw this small army of freaks behind her and knew they were many times more dangerous than the collapsing mountain. Many were skiing or snowboarding after them, but some just flew. Still they excited her more than the avalanche ever could. Their Greed and desperation were delicious. “You all think I’m a prize?” Her eyes flashed gold.

Up the mountain there was a roar of agreement. Many of the minor hosts said what they’d do with her, and what their own hypothetical season of television would look like. It all melted into one perverted mass of noise.

“That’s what I like to hear!” She screamed back her challenge and spun around. “Seize me if you dare!”

Just in time for…

“It’s a jump!”

The three escapees found themselves faced with a ramp, and recognized it as another exit. All three steered their hosts towards the ramp and with all their non stop momentum returned to the sky!

All three members of course did a sick ariel as they were transported across the sky.

They floated there for a second in zero gravity before the cool of the i was replaced with the blasting heat of the desert.

The mountainside in front of them was replaced with a new mountain of metal and glass.

“The Burj Khalifa! Home to Harem Hotel: Blood Money!”

——-

Rayyanah looked proudly to the 32 veiled reporters bowing at the feet of Ibrahim. Even he had to admit that this endeavor had been a more pleasant way to silence dissent against his despotic rulers than he usually employed.

Rayyanah looked to the thug, now master with a Smokey smile. “From the Washington Post to Al Jazeer none of these reporters will ever form a word displeasing to you again, but first you must decide, who will be your wife?”

Shattered glass interrupted the ceremony as three trouble makers burst through the windows sliding in on the **** forms of three hosts.

Next Song starts up:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=4_9NGhctOmQ&pp=ygUkaXQncyBva2F5IHRvIHB1bmNoIGJ5IGNoZWFwIHBlcmZ1bWUg

“Her!” Shouted the shortest one sprinting towards Rayyanah. Rayyanah recognized her as one of her backgrounders, what was she doing?

“What is the meaning of this? We’re filming the final selection ceremony.” She summoned her flog, prepared to banish the intruders, when other unwelcome guests came falling through her other windows. She could sense her whole set come under attack as hosts with less impressive aim crashed through floors above and below them. “What is this meaning of this?!?” She asked again.

The first host to land after the fleeing contestant jerks was Chemhead, a bald barely-toothed man who’d been created to pioneer a 90’s gross out season that was shelved for obvious reasons. He crashed through the window and loaded up a gun with a green goo filled syringe.

Guns and Syringes both being way-cool in the 90’s.

He short the syringe into the ass of one of Rayyanah‘a contestants. Immediately the woman hulked out, lost most her hair except a messy purple Mohawk, and was suddenly clothed in spiked biker fetish wear with lots of spikes and chains, and started drooling green smile. As people do in 90’s nuclear wastecore circles.

The hulked out woman roared, and charged towards Molly. Like one of the tackle people in football to one of the running people. (Notice me sports dad.)

“How dare you!” Rayyanah Blustered. “I worked hard on that!” She snapped her flog and returned the raging contestant back to her original form… well what Rayyanah had made of it at least. Just in time for Molly to tackle her. The two stumbled back. “What is going on?” She raised her whip to hit Molly with a docile **** girl Transformation, but in came Cleopatra!

Leaping into the air threw her body at Rayyanah‘a weapon, knocking it to the ground. Both she and Molly grabbed an arm and wrenched them behind the host, using her for cover.

They looked over, and Stan was doing the same with the master who was now a shapeless mound of sexual fantasies.

“Exit now!” Cleopatra demanded.

“Ow!” A shot hit Rayyanah, blowing one of her tits up to a k-cup. “Ow ow!” A a cow horn grew from her forehead. “The ground! The ground! The divine must not touch the ground, that’ll get you out!”

“Bold of you to assume we’re not trying it out on you first!” Cleo grunted. She spun the host around and rammed her towards the nearest shattered window.”

“There’s an elevatoooooooor!” She scream as Cleopatra jumped out with her.

“Stan!” As Molly made her own way to the exit, she kicked the glowing fog towards Stan. He’d become pinned down by the torrent of host magic.

“Got it!” He lunged towards the weapon just snatching it out of the grasp of a greedy bruiser who’d seen his chance to gain another host’s power. Stan danced around the bulky man and let him absorb a few shots from the hosts.

“Once I get my hands on that little bitch I’m going to bring the erotic joys of exercise and healthy eating to America! I’m gonna…” Stan slapped him with the flog. “…do whatever you want master.” Said the tan skinned, blacked haired four foot tall **** girl garbed in rags.

“That’s so hot.” Stan drool. ”Woah!” He just barley dodged a magic arrow. “Um… ATTACK!”

Immediately the little woman turned around and roared. “Raaaaaaaah!” She ran into the fire of the other guests with surprising speed and power.

Stan sprinted towards the window his friends had gone out. Mid step he noticed a beam of enery heading for his gut, a blow he just could not dodge. Desperately he flung his hand, and the flog deflected the shot right into the ceiling. A pair of balls the size of VW bugs descended from above. “I’m a fucking Jedi!” Stan cheered and dexterously deflected two more shots before making the final leap towards the window.

He shoulder checked Chemhead and sent the man’s gun falling ahead of himself. Stan and Chemhead both dove after it. But a good kick to the stomach, and Stand had the weapon. He aimed it at Chemhead’s chest, and fired a point blank shot.

A syringe stuck out of the hosts’s chest. Rapidly he expanded growing to four time’s Stan’s size. But the little devil had a plan for that. As the man transformed Stan grabbed onto the back of the man’s sex harness and planted his feet in the small of the mutant’s back. He twisted their bodies and aimed the mutant at the sky and himself at the ground.

Now as the remaining hosts jumped from the building after them, Chemhead took all the shots meant for Stan.

“When did Stan get so hot?” Molly panted.

“Always has been.” Cleo smiled.

“I lied!” Rayyanah Was flailing to get her arms free.

Cleopatra gave her an icey look. “Pardon?”

“The ground isn’t the exit! It’s the picture frame!” She gestured to a large square waste of money off in the Dubai skyline.

“That’s hilarious.” Cleopatra sighed. The Queen looked up at Stan a few dozen feet above them. “Stan we need her flog!”

“Busy!” Stan growled trying to maintain control of his meatshield. Chemhead was going through every transformation on Deviantart and twice as many from furraffinity.

“Oooh, we’re dead dead.” Cleopatra laughed. She ground her knee into Rayyanah‘s back. “Don’t worry, hells not that bad, I’m sure you don’t have anyone they can use to **** you… do you smell that?”

Rayyanah sobbed. “I’m already dying! Please don’t humiliate me further by pointing it out!”

“No not… eww!” Cleopatra released the host so she could piss herself in peace. “This whole city smells like slavery…”

“Yeah, the entire city was pretty much made by slaves…”

“The ultimate greed.” Cleopatra grinned, her eyes turning gold. “This whole city is a monument to thoughtlessness wealth and human greed!”

She could feel the great sins of this place calling out to her, it’s queen. She was nearly a full demon, nay no mere demon, one of the seven deadly sins.

It was nothing for Isis to spread her golden wings the length of a football filed and glide over that wretched paradise. She shot her arms out and golden glitter seemed to spill from her sleeves. She collected all the human misery and despair used to construct Dubai and compelled it to keep her aloft. That cloud of golden glitter the solidified into a pair of falcon wings, golden, transparent, and indestructible, and inevitable as destructive ambition.

“Aaah!” Stan grunted as he landed on the golden projection of energy spilling out from cleopatra’s arm. And again when the half-ton mutant fell on top of him only to bounce off to his doom. “You’re flying!”

"Don's sound so suprirised." Cleopatra chuckled. "Who ever doubted that I was a goddess?"

Molly pointed back at the sky. "Um, they don't seem too impressed!" All the hosts were flying towards them, in their own special snow flake ways. Flying was not a very impressive trick to these reality bending beings.

Stan deflected a few magical bolts as they rained down. "There's too many of them!"

"We'll never make it!"

"Who are you people?" Rayyanah cried. Cleo had regripped the host and arrested her fall once she was able to take flight.

Cleopatra looked down at the host still dangling from her arms. "Hmm, why haven't I dropped you yet?" She shrugged. "I suppose I do grow tired of this pursuit. It's clear that none of these pretenders are worthy of seizing their prize. Hang tight."

"Tight to, whaaaaaaat?" Stan flopped horizontal and squeezed one of her her delicious brown legs as she corkcrewed and faced the sky so she could take aim at her pursuers. "What are you going to do, shook a fireball?"

Cleopatra smiled. "I am goddess of magic." She glared at her pursuers. "I declare you all wanting!" Her judgment thundered across the desert. "Scatter your ashes across the Nile!" She brought her wings forward and a burst of golden energy leapt from her great wings. The animation budget of this scene in incredible. Out from the burst of energy emerges the roaring visage of Bast, the cat goddess. This great lion opens her mouth and unleashes itself upon the sky to inflict holy retribution upon all who would dare to Claim Cleopatra as their own.

With wide eyes Stan and Molly watched as the giant lion opened it's maw to inhale all their enemies on one go. "Holy crap." Was all the two of them could manage as a pair. "That's the craziest thing I've ever..."

Nope scratch that.

Our last song of the day:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=D818z-7BzuA&pp=ygUOSW0ganVzdCBhIGdpcmw%3D

Off in the distance at they very back of the pack pursuing them, there's a flash of pink light, and the mask of an angry housecat many times larger than the lion takes up the sky over Dubai. The camera does a dramatic steady came zoom in, revealing our first glimpse of Skylar, crazed and wild eyes as when we last saw her. "Mrrrrrrrooooooooooow!" The collasal pink cat hissed, before launching its self forward. It attacked the image of Bast head on and tore through it like it was nothing. The image collapsed reducing the whole thing to a wave of pink energy which swept cleopatra up, and sent her and the rest of the gang corkscrewing forward quite out of control.

"It's skylar!" Cried one of the would be hosts. Their whole **** was battered and spinning mid air.

"No one said she'd be here!" Lamented another.

"Skylar! We thought you were canceled. We would never have gone after your property if we knew..."

"OUT OF MY WAY PRETENDERS!" Skylar screamed. She projected two massive cat claws from her arms, Their claws dug into the very walls of this reality and once so dug in, she pulled and launched herself forward faster than a bullet. The reality behind her was torn to shreds like a couch at the mercy of a randy cat. The hosts who remained, those who survived her attack all floated in the disintegrating sky, overcome with dread.

That was a host.

"Fuck!" Rayyanah sobbed. "You guys belong to Skylar? I don't want any part of this! Put me done, I don't want to be here when she catches you!"

Cleopatra looked at Molly, and the two shrugged. "Okay." Cleopatra let go of the host.

"Wait wait wait, I meant set me dooooooooooown!"

Like that was an option, the three outcast were whirling through the sky with no control over their path. Skylar's attack had done what any cat would do and tore the wings right off of the bird. It was sheer dumb luck that the **** of her attack provided enough momentum to get them through the picture frame and into the next world.

——-

They skipped upon the white sands of a beach for several dozen yards, before their bodies finally found traction in the grit, and plowed and wonderful trench through the seashore. "Don't worry." Stan grunted. "I took the brunt of that."

Molly got up, and helped pick him to his feet. "Are you indestructible?"

"Doesn't feel like it."

"What trickery is this? Empress Eliza, is this your doing?" The three picked themselves up and noticed that they were between two groups of people. Each a rag tag collection of men and women in bathings suits. All of whom had clearly gotten the Harem Hotel makeover; into studs and babes. Behind them was a frat boy looking dude, with a blonde haircut and aviators.

In front of them, was a sorority looking woman who was being carried on a throne held up by four hunks in zipper masks. She must have had twice the people behind her as the man on the beach. "I don't need dirty tricks to beat you lot. The time of the freemen is at an end. You will all submit, and worship me by the time the tide recedes."

the fratboy lifted a glowing dildo above his head. "Neeever!"

"Excuse me." Cleopatra stepped between the two armies. "This is fascinating, but is there an exit. To this place?" Both sides pointed to a little red door at the end of the beach. "Oh... thanks for much, we'll just be getting out of your hair.”

Three hosts came stumbling up the beach, appearing from thin air. Two still had some balls on them and charged towards the gang. Their third was whimpering on his phone. "Get my agent on the phone! This is not what I signed up for, there's an actual host coming after..." A massive catpaw appeared out of nowhere, and squished him into the sand.

"Ruuuuuun"! Molly screamed.

"Charge!"

"Charge!"

Responded the commanders on the beach. On each side many a harem member raised a dildo, and banner and charged forward to seduce the other side into blubbering piles of cum. Panties were shot across the medium like missiles. Skilled champions did battle removing garment, and reservations alike, each trying to earn a soul for the master of their harem.

"Fuck!" Stan ducked under a pair of panties flying towards him. "What the hell is this?"

"Harem Beach." Molly said fending off a grope from both sides. "One hundred springbreakers on a beach fight to form their own harems. I think their host abandoned them and just left them here. They appear to have formed their own civilization, and political ecosystem. It's actually quite a complex... look out!"

"Titty Grope, maximum power!" Shouted a man charging towards Cleopatra.

"Don't let him touch you!" Molly screamed.

"Please." Cleopatra slapped the man across the face before he could lay a finger on her. "Grow up." She trudged off towards the door, holding little patience for the chaotic battle on the beach, until a whisp of energy shot over her shoulder, and a girl to her side was suddenly in a frog theme fursuit. "Shit they're still after us."

"I thought Skylar took care of them all." Molly panted, this was getting exhausting.

"A few got blown in with us.”

Stan slid under a dildo bat. “I saw the furry. But where is the other?”

As he asked this Cleopatra collided off a man and fell to the sand. “Closer than you think.” The man said with a grin. He was immaculately dressed, Stan was jealous of the fit, a slick suit, nice watch, pocket square, even gloves.

A naked beach goer ran at him with her tits and hand prepared to smother him to ****, but he simply grabbed her by the face. Clothing exploded onto her. In a moment she looked like Audrey Hepburn, the pearls, the beehive, the white gloves. She wobbled away awfully confused.

The host held out his hand to Cleopatra. “Come along Cleo, it’s time we brought some class to this show, don’t you think?”

“Hold it right there…” the muffled voice of a woman growled just a few feet away. It was the woman in the leopard suit. She had some kind of ray gun looking toy in her hand.

“I got here first.” The suit wearing man glared. He leaned in to Cleo.

“One more inch, and you’re going to need your suits refitted for a hippopotamus.” The furry moves the dial on her toy.

The man stepped away. “Don’t be a fool, Skylar is right behind us. Let’s partner up, or else we’ll both lose out.”

“Meow a fool?” The furry scoffed. “Furries have been laughed at and ridiculed for too long, it’s time we get our own show!”

The gang was pressed up against each other, muscles coiled in uncertainty.

“Fine, then I’ll just take them myself!” The suit wearing man lunged forward.

“Mmmmmrrrrrrow!” The furry raised her ray gun.

“Now!” Cleopatra and the others rolled in Opposite directions.

The Suit wearing man was hit by the furry’s beam of energy. He was now encased in lynx fursuit, though still dapperly dressed. He tripped over his big dumb paws and fell forward onto his rival. Suddenly she was dressed in an elegant evening dress, the thick furry legs of her suit now adorned with stockings, her paws jingled with pearls.

“Wooooow.” The both drooled from inside their mascot heads. They were laying on top of eachother a classic meet cute.

“I’ve never noticed how big your eyes are.” Said the furry, practically melting into the sand.

“And I’ve never met a host with such refined taste. Are those Wolford stockings?”

“Falke actually…”

The male of the species purred. “You stylish little minx…”

And they yiffed.

The gang made the last final sprint to the door and threw it open.

——-

They emerged in a dark place cluttered with boxes. Light eked the bottom of a heavy velvet curtain. There was the rumble of a laughing crowd behind it.

Stan and Cleo turned to their guide to the multiverse, and gasped at what they saw.

Molly’s face was awash with white grease paint. She had two roses circles painted on her cheeks, and her lips were a vibrant purple. Her pony tail was a voluminous plume of lavender curls. She had a ruffle collar around her neck, and was wearing a scandalous pair of shorts and suspenders with narry a top in sight.

“Molly what the hell?” Stan gasped.

The young woman was shaking, eyes filled with terror. “We’re on Harem Hotel: Oops All Clowns!”

The two looked at eachother and screamed. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!

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