Take what you want what you need what you love to keep me on your line

Sylvia returned to the hotel to see Dakota perched on a large rock overlooking the sea. She sat with her legs crossed and a pensive expression on her face, as if she was contemplating something.

Forcing a smile to her lips, Sylvia walked up to the contestant.

“Waiting for your night with the master, then?” She chirped.

Dakota gave her a passing glance, then returned her attention to the sea. “It’s not something you need to be concerned with.”

Sylvia scowled. “You realize I’m the host, right? I believe I’ve made that abundantly clear.” She turned the head of her cane towards Dakota, who couldn’t even be bothered to feign interest.

“Is that all you have? **** to **** your own way?”

“…This is Harem Hotel,” Sylvia pointed out.

Dakota responded with a grunt.

“Your eyes are red,” she finally said. “You’ve been crying. Is that really supposed to elicit fear in someone like me?”

Sylvia flinched. “Emotions are a normal thing for people, Dakota. You might want to try it sometime.”

Dakota turned to her, her eyes cold. “But you aren’t people.”

“That’s…” Sylvia narrowed her eyes into a glare and her grip on her cane tightened. She lifted it again. “Dakota…”

Dakota shook her head. “**** again. Fine. What shall you do me? What punishment shall you grant me, o glorious host, for daring to impugn your judgment?”

The two shared a tense glare-off and finally Sylvia yielded. It would be one thing if Dakota had broken the rules, but she wasn’t allowed to use her powers over something as petty as this.

“…I lost my daughter yesterday, you know,” she whispered. “I thought you of all people would be able to empathize.”

“Why should I?” Dakota’s words came out with a cold detachment that made even a monster like Sylvia shiver.

“Because-!”

“I’m not a mother,” she put it bluntly. “Although, neither are you, really.”

Sylvia felt like she’d been slapped across the face.

“I raised her from a seed!” She spat. “And as for you-!”

“Of course, when it comes to my future children with Nick, of course I’ll cherish them,” Dakota continued. “But that has nothing to do with you. Our business is our own, and your business is none of mine.”

She hopped off the rock, staring down Sylvia with a calm expression. “In the end you have no one to blame but yourself. You were the one who transformed Mimi. If you’re really as human as you claim, how about you do the human thing and start accepting some responsibility for your actions?”

Sylvia couldn’t reply. She could only tremble with rage.

Dakota shook her head. “Oh, but you can’t. You’ve got to follow the rules, isn’t that right? It’s all just part of the show.”

She patted the blonde on the shoulder and walked past her, heading into the hotel. Sylvia held in her rage and pain, refusing to give Dakota the satisfaction of seeing her break down.

“What’s the matter, Mary?” Gina asked, taking note of her buddy’s sad expression. “What’s got you so down?”

Mary didn’t reply. She just continued putting her new purchases away on the bookshelf.

Normally, that would have been enough to drop the topic. But Gina felt an itch inside that wouldn’t let her. It had come out when Mary had thanked her earlier and she’d nearly cum on the spot. That was a bit of an exaggeration, of course, but the pleasure was real.

She wanted more of that. And since Mary gave out compliments so readily, she was the perfect person to farm for praise. So although Gina was the kind of woman who didn’t get invested in other people’s problems, she was still willing to lend a helping hand- or at least an ear.

So she decided to goad Mary into talking.

“Well, when I’m feeling down, I go down to the bar to have a drink. Sound good?”

“What!?” Mary sputtered, taking the bait completely. “No! I don’t drink!”

“Oh please, I’m from a church family too,” Gina snorted. “How do you think I got to where I am today? Our priest had a bit of a heavy pour when it came to the blood of the savior, if you know what I mean.”

Mary made a disgusted expression and rolled her eyes.

“I’m kidding!” She laughed. “But come on, it’s not like you to be this down.”

“How do you know? Before we became buddies the two of us barely even spoke!” Mary pointed out.

Hmm. Fair point.

“Okay, yeah, for all I know you’re just a gloomy sort,” Gina admitted. “But still, you’re really upset. So come on, lay it on me.”

Mary sighed. Most of the time, her feelings of guilt could be resolved through the confessional. But the last time she’d tried something like that, it hadn’t gone that well.

“It’s… about Morgana.”

“Yeah, figured. You were pretty harsh with her today.”

“Well, what do you expect?” She snapped. “The girl worships the devil! You expect me to give her a warm welcome? This is how the serpent invaded the Garden of Eden!”

Gina thought that was a little bit much.

“Look, Morgana’s just a messed up kid,” Gina said. “Trust me, I know, because I was a messed up kid myself. All this talk about Satan and witchcraft, I’m certain that’s just a way for her to feel important and special.”

Mary frowned. “Yeah, I… I know. But Gina, even if it’s just pretend to her, she’s still invoking real forces of darkness. There’s evil in just speaking his name. Any worship, even in jest, leads your soul away from the path of righteousness.”

Damn. Maybe we should have stopped by the bar. Gina doubted she could get through much more of this without a stiff drink.

“You really believe that stuff, huh?” She was actually a little amazed.

Mary scowled.

“Hey, look, no offense intended,” Gina quickly clarified. “Actually, I think it’s impressive.”

“You… you do?” The redhead blinked in surprise.

“Yeah. Look, I told you, I used to do the whole church thing, right? My parents were real big on it. But after Dakota… I just felt ‘what was the point’ you know?” Gina sighed. She’d gone into this hoping to get Mary to talk about her problems, but somehow the other girl had turned the conversation towards herself. “I mean, if God exists…”

“He does,” Mary cut her off with a firm stare.

“…Fine. So why would he do something like that, then? What’s the point?”

Mary, of course, had an answer prepared. “The lord works-”

A pillow hitting her face cut her off.

“If you say ‘mysterious ways’ then the next thing I throw won’t be a pillow,” Gina threatened. “That’s such a bullshit answer! …But whatever. That’s not my point. I don’t want to fight. I’m honestly impressed with you, Mary. Most of the ‘Good Christians’ I’ve met were anything but.”

“What do you mean?” Mary came over to sit beside her on the bed.

“Well, I used to hang out around raves and clubs and the like, really seedy places, and there would always be these guys hanging around passing out flyers, talking about how girls like me were ‘unclean’ and that we needed to repent our wrongdoings and find Jesus or some bullshit like that.” She rolled her eyes. “But believe me, the way those fellas looked at some of us girls? They wanted to get something polished and it sure as hell wasn’t the church organ.”

Mary turned red. “Th-that…”

“So yeah. Most of the religious types I met were all wrath and thunder and judgment until you gave ‘em the nod, and then they’d be all down and ready to sin the fuck up when the lights went out. So yeah, never took too kindly to that whole mess.” Gina turned to Mary and looked her in the eyes. “So what about you?”

“M-me?” She looked taken aback.

“I know you must not think to highly of me,” Gina said, stretching out across the bed. “What, with my sinful lifestyle and all that.” She batted her eyelashes. “But then, didn’t Jesus forgive prostitutes and adulterers too?”

Mary sighed. She absentmindedly fingered the cross sitting atop her pendulous breasts.

“My faith… has given me the strength to make it this far,” she quietly admitted. “But even I am guilty of lustful thoughts. Not one among us is a perfect human being. But we can get closer to that perfection every day with the power of God’s love.”

“…Nah, I think ‘Welcome to the Black Parade’ is about as close as we can get to perfect,” Gina replied.

Mary gave her a vacant stare.

“…It’s a song? By My Chemical Romance?”

Blank eyes answered back.

“Whatever. Fucking hell…” So much for lightening the mood.

“Gina, I can understand your hatred of the hypocrites and the liars who preach the word of heaven while living sinful lives,” Mary said, her eyes glistening with resolution. “And in truth… I can’t consider myself to be different from them. I know that your feelings for Nick are real, but… once I condemned Carly for not feeling the same.”

She hung her head. “I have had to consider many things in my time here. And as I’ve seen different people love in different ways, I’ve begun to realize… perhaps I may not have truly accepted the lord into my heart.”

Mary placed her hand over her chest, clutching her crucifix. “The passages that those people quote, condemning those who they refuse to accept, they pale in comparison to the real message Jesus gave to us. To love one another with understanding and compassion. When the day comes for you to be judged, it will be Him who appraises your character, not me. I should not be so judgmental of those who show a different love than mine.”

Her eyes were wet with tears but her voice remained firm.

“…So maybe you can show some of that to Morgana, then?” Gina asked.

Mary winced. “You must understand, when it comes to her… that is different. To worship evil… tolerating that…”

“She’s a child,” Gina reminded her. “She’ll grow out of it. It’s just harmless fantasizing.”

“But it isn’t!” Mary exclaimed. “With all the things we’ve seen in our time here? Magic, the raising of the dead, manipulations of time, sentient slime molds, with all of that, can you really say for certain that the devil does not exist?”

Gina considered that carefully. “You’re right, I suppose,” she admitted. “I suppose in a universe where a crazy show like this exists, it would be hard to deny the possibility that the devil is real. But hey, who knows? Maybe he’s as miserable as the rest of us!”

Mary actually laughed. The thought of Satan himself being trapped in a hotel? Held prisoner like the rest of them? It was an amusing distraction.

She quickly sobered up, though. “You’re not wrong… I was very hostile to Morgana today,” she admitted. “That’s why I’m so down. I know that even if I don’t support her beliefs, I didn’t have to be so… confrontational about it. I was in a really bad mood today, and I took it out on her. And that’s wrong of me.” Mary had no idea how she should apologize for her behavior.

“Because of your dream?” Gina asked. She’d actually liked the fantasy Morgana had given her, but Mary obviously didn’t. But the redhead shook her head, surprisingly.

“It’s… not that.” Her cheeks were flushed. “All day… no, ever since my transformation, I’ve felt… well…”

She cradled her breasts gingerly, like she was afraid to touch them. Gina’s eyes widened.

“Wait, are you…”

“It’s so irritating!” Mary wailed. “They’re so heavy, and so sensitive, it’s like my shirt is made out of sandpaper!”

“Well, I mean… have you ever tried, well…” There wasn’t a tactful way of putting it, so Gina just made a milking motion with her hand.

That seemed to REALLY set Mary off.

“H-How could you suggest such a thing?!” Mary exclaimed. “That would be… p-pleasuring myself! How wicked!”

Gina thought there were a few steps missing there to explain how milking oneself translated into masturbating, but those issues were for Mary to deal with.

“Well… what if I help?”

“…Hanh?” Mary grunted, her jaw dropping.

Gina shrugged. “Look, if you’ve got some issue with doing it yourself, I can always lend a hand. It’s better than you going around being cranky with sore boobs, right?”

“I-I…” Mary didn’t know if that would be better or worse. Gina stared at her expectantly, while her boobs just ached.

Eventually she had to accept that she didn’t really have a choice. They had already grown bigger than they were yesterday; she had no idea how big they would actually get. So in the end, she could only nod, and take Gina up on her offer.

The two women went to the shower, where hopefully the evidence could be easily disposed of. Mary untied her shirt, letting her huge milk-filled breasts flop free- not that they weren’t basically already like that, given how pitiful of a job the soaked flannel was doing in supporting her.

“Okay, so… I’m going to be honest here,” Gina admitted. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“I-I’ve… I have,” Mary said, flushing scarlet.

“WHAT?”

“On cows!” The farm girl hastily clarified. “I milked cows! Not… what you’re thinking!”

“Okay, got it. Is it the same thing then?”

“How am I supposed to know?!”

“Geez, I’m just trying to help! I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that just going honka-honka ain’t gonna cut it!”

Mary took a few deep breaths to calm down. Then her eyes bugged out.

“Why are you getting naked?!” She exclaimed, covering her eyes.

“Uh… because I don’t want to get milk on my jacket?” Gina said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She stripped off her clothes, which led to a whole other host of problems, namely the sleeve of tattoos covering her arm.

Mary was bombarded with images of Gina and Nick screwing each other. She **** her eyes shut even as her loins heated up. Her libido was practically uncontrollable ever since her last transformation, and it was everything she could do to keep from touching herself down there.

“Okay… pinch… pinch my nipples, with your thumb and forefinger.”

“Got it.”

“OW! That hurt! I said your forefinger!” Mary exclaimed.

“I am using four!” Gina protested. “It’s not my fault your nipples are too small to get them all on!”

“Not… that’s not what I mean! The pointer finger!” The redhead wailed. “Just use your thumb and pointer finger to pinch!”

“Oh, uh, whoops.” Gina repositioned her hands over Mary’s teats. “So… like this.”

“That… yeah.” It still stung, but the pain wasn’t quite as bad. It actually felt kind of good, in a scary sort of way.

“Okay, what next?” Gina tried not to sound too eager. She didn’t consider herself a lesbian, but she had to admit that touching Mary like this was kind of hot. It turned her on in a taboo way.

“Next… you… ungh…” Mary was having a bit of trouble thinking. Just the extra pressure on her nipples were causing them to leak, and the sensation was a liquid reminder that she was fertile and ready to be bred.

“Next… next… press the down with your other fingers into the flesh. Give it a bit of a squeeze, and then release. Can you do that?” Mary’s voice shook as she made her request. Gina was happy to oblige. As she put pressure on the redhead’s breasts, the trickle of milk increased into a constant flow, and soon the stuff was practically spurting out like a squeeze bottle.

Gina had to circle around Mary to keep from getting sprayed. She practically hosed down the side of the shower as she felt the other girl’s breasts start to shrink. Mary moaned in her arms, practically shaking in orgasm as the pressure that had been building up inside of her was finally alleviated.

Yeah… I’m not a mom, but something tells me this isn’t how regular lactation is supposed to work. Gina figured there’d be a lot more paper towel sales if every human sprayed milk like a gardening hose. She guessed this was probably just something on Sylvia’s part to make it even more sexualized.

Luckily, it only lasted for a few seconds. Mary’s breasts shrank, coming down in size somewhere between smaller than Carly and bigger than Gina.

The shower was a mess, and so were Mary’s shorts. Apparently she’d start leaking from more than just her nipples.

Having no strength left to stand, Mary slumped back against Gina, resting her head against the other girl’s own sizeable rack as she basked in her orgasmic afterglow.

“Thank you for helping me, Gina, you were great,” Mary mumbled.

Gina twitched, and tried to stifle her moan. But the sensations overwhelmed her as well and she joined Mary in orgasm, the two girls onto the shower floor.

While two of Nick’s women pleasured themselves, the harem’s master himself was preparing for a night with a very sensual black-haired tomboy.

“Hello there,” Dakota purred, strolling into the Master’s Suite. Nick did a double-take when he saw her outfit. On their last night together, she’d come in big overalls and played up their past as childhood friends. But now she wore a slinky black dress, the kind he never would have imagined seeing her in before. Did seeing Morgana make her feel challenged as a fellow dark beauty? Or was this an effort to differentiate herself from the tomboy Kim? He didn’t know for sure, but he liked what he saw.

“You look amazing,” Nick said. He still couldn’t believe he got to have sex with someone so lovely.

“Thank you,” she smiled, coming close to him. She reached down and cupped his pants. “Tell me… am I going to be the first one to take that new dick of yours for a spin?”

“Oh? I thought you were already a perfect fit for me?” Nick grinned. “Are you sure you’ll be able to tell the difference?”

She narrowed her eyes. “I’ll certainly do my best,” she purred, stepping past him and into the bedroom.

Dakota ignored Holly and the dinner she’d prepared. There was only one thing she wanted, and she made that very clear as she leaned back on the bed, inviting him closer with her seductive pose. Nick was happy to oblige. He shucked off his clothes and climbed on top of her, pressing his lips against hers. Then he kissed her on the cheek, then the neck, and began working his way down.

“Wait-!” Dakota’s voice hitched. He pulled back, looking down at her in surprise.

“Wh-what? What is it?” He asked worriedly.

“Before we start… please, answer something for me?” Dakota almost looked… scared. Which wasn’t something he was used to.

“Of course. Anything.”

The dark-haired girl glanced at Holly for a moment and then turned back to him. She leaned up and whispered so that only he could hear.

“If I… was a monster… a terrible person… if I’d done bad things… what would you do?” She asked.

Nick didn’t know what to say. Was this because of the way she acted towards the other contestants?

“…I don’t know,” he admitted, causing her to grow tense. He didn’t like the look she made, as if he was rejecting to her. To soothe her worries, he kissed her, and didn’t stop kissing her until she relaxed in his arms. Then he brought his lips to her ear and whispered back, “but I would still love you.”

Dakota moaned and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him on top of her.

Morgana fidgeted in bed. She was getting antsy, anyone could tell that. Even an exhausted Kim.

“Hey, are you okay?” Kim asked, sitting down next to her. “I know you spent the day with Mary and Gina, were they mean to you?”

She had a bit of a soft spot for the curvy goth. Kim knew all about being an outcast in school. And while she’d channeled that into her work, it was clear that the other girl had found a different escape.

“It’s nothing, it’s not them,” Morgana said, shaking her head. “It’s… I just… I can’t take it anymore… I know I said I wouldn’t write in my diary, but… but I have to!”

Her hands shook. Kim didn’t know what to say.

“Morgana…”

“I-I know… it’s wrong to make them see those things…” Morgana’s head was spinning. It was like Kim was trying to have a conversation with someone who wasn’t even there. “But it’s like… it’s… I can’t hold it back!”

Before Kim could stop her, the other girl fled into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.