I know things are looking up but soon they'll take us down

“This tastes so good!” Morgana’s face flushed with bliss as she had a taste of her coffee. As a goth, she ordered hers the only acceptable way. Black. She added about a dozen packets of sugar, but that didn’t matter.

“Yeah, the coffee here is really good,” Nick agreed, taking a far more moderate drink for himself. “So you’ve really never come to a place like this?”

A shadow crossed her face and she looked down.

“My parents didn’t let me drink coffee,” she said, shaking her head. “They said that caffeine was bad for me. They were afraid that if I had any, it would be a gateway to harder ****.”

“I can… kind of see that reasoning…” Nick **** a smile to his face. “I mean… no, they’re completely wrong, that’s stupid!”

“Right?!” Morgana sighed. “You totally get me, master…” She swooned.

“Um, please, you don’t need to call me that,” Nick begged. “You can just call me Nick.”

“R-really?!” Morgana’s face lit up.

“Yeah, please, I already have one woman who I can’t stop from calling me master, I don’t need another one,” he said.

“O-okay, then…” Morgana felt a little strange referring to him by his name. But if that’s what her master wanted, then as his loyal goth mistress, she would give it to him.

Clearly it’s a testament of his feelings for me! The more she thought that, the bigger her ego swelled. He knows that I’m the one for him, so he wants me to call him by his name! Gosh, it’s almost like we’re husband and wife! This is so exciting!

“I’m glad we got to spend some time together today,” Nick confessed. “We haven’t really had any time to get to know each other these last few days.” Even though Morgana fawned over him almost as much as Holly did, it was nice talk to her as a person.

“I’m happy too!” Morgana gushed. She gazed at him with starry-eyed admiration. “You’re just so amazing, Nick! You totally get me, you know?”

“Uh… I do?” They didn’t have a lot in common, unsurprisingly; she liked heavy metal and punk music, while he preferred more classical rock, she liked pulpy, dark romance YA fiction while he preferred to read things with a bit more depth and weight to them, but they still got along okay.

I suppose it can’t be helped. We have almost 10 years of age difference. Nick already had a hard time connecting with people as it was, having spent the last few years of his life in isolation, but connecting to a girl fresh out of high school?

I really am getting old, he thought.

“Duh, of course?” Morgana rolled her eyes. “Adults always try to control me, they want me to do things I don’t want to do. My parental units are the worst! But you’re different, you don’t make me do anything! Because you know my soul!”

Nick wasn’t sure how that all connected. The reason he didn’t “make” Morgana do anything was because he had no idea of what he would even be trying to make her do. She seemed to do anything he wanted without question, even if he hadn’t really pushed her in any way.

That’s… a pretty convenient interpretation. She wasn’t even looking at him at this point; her eyes had glazed over completely as she fantasized about some Nick she’d made up in her mind that didn’t even exist.

He cleared his throat. “Morgana?”

“Oh! Sorry!” She blushed and scratched her head sheepishly. “I was just fantasizing… err… ahem. I was envisioning our future together!” She blustered, puffing her sizeable chest out. “The two of us, in control of your harem together, living out our sexual fantasies while the other women worshipped the ground we walked on!”

Nick winced. “Morgana… those girls are my friends. I care about them, I don’t want to… lord over them or anything like that.”

…Well, maybe Gina. But only because she would probably like it.

“I-I see,” Morgana mumbled, turning red. “I guess… I just thought… w-well, it doesn’t matter! We can address that later! In the meantime, um…”

She began tugging nervously at the hem of her skirt. She fumbled open a sugar packet and stirred it in with her straw (she didn’t want to sip directly in case she burned herself, after all!) before finally looking up shyly at Nick.

“I was wondering if you could maybe… give me some advice?” She asked. “I need some help, and… since you know me so well, I just know that you’re the perfect person to ask!”

Her eyes watered with desperation, appealing to Nick’s weaknesses.

“Sure,” he nodded, happy to help someone in need. “I don’t know how helpful my advice will be, but I’ll be happy to help. What do you need?”

“I’m, uh… I don’t know how to make friends,” she mumbled, pushing her fingers against each other. “I want to make friends with the other girls, but… I’m not very good at it. I watched anime with Carly and Marley last night, and Kim was nice, but the others…”

Nick stared at her. “Maybe the reason you have trouble making friends is because you keep thinking of ruling over the other women here as sex slaves in my harem!” He wanted to say, but he resisted his urge.

“That’s… quite a predicament.”

“I know!” Morgana exclaimed. “I just want to show them how great of a goth waifu I am, and how we’re meant to be together, so that they’ll pick me to be their buddy and help me become the winner! But it just doesn’t seem to work…”

Nick winced. Morgana sounded even more entitled than Dakota.

“What do I do?!” She wailed. “I want to become friends with- err, I mean, I want to get them to see just how great I am!”

What a mess. Nick rubbed his temples and sighed. “Look, Morgana, you said you had fun last night with Carly and Marley, right?”

The goth girl nodded.

“Well… can’t you just do what you did there, then? Bond over mutual interests?” He suggested.

Morgana shook her head. “It wasn’t mutual though… they’d never seen the show before, so I introduced it to them.” Then she had an idea. “Oh! Maybe I could get everybody else to watch it? Then we’d all be friends, bonding over a great show like High School D&D!”

Okay, well, Dani’s definitely not going to go for that one. And Mary? Forget about it. Nick suppressed a pained expression. “But… what if they don’t like it, though? Or they don’t want to watch it?” He asked. “You’re not going to just **** something onto them, right?”

Morgana tilted her head to the side, confused. “Well… why not? I mean, that’s how you make friends, right? Bonding over mutual interests. And if someone you want to be friends with doesn’t like the things you like, it only makes sense to push it onto them, that way they’ll like it! Then you can have conversations about it together!”

Geez, this girl! Nick shook his head. “Look, Morgana, friendship is a two-way street. You can’t just shove your interests onto another person to make them be your friend, people don’t like that.”

“But then if we don’t have any mutual interests, what am I supposed to do?!” She wailed.

“Well… if you don’t have any mutual interests, you can try to take an interest in something they like, and do it with them? That way you can both bond over something while getting to know each other?” He suggested. It sounded like fairly simple advice, but Morgana looked completely flabbergasted.

“Whoa!” She exclaimed, her eyes widening. “You’re so smart! I never would have even thought of that! So instead of forcing the things I like on other people, I should try out the things they like? That’s genius! I should have known someone as amazing as you would come up with such a brilliant idea!”

Genius? No, I think that’s pretty ordinary… Nick swallowed his tongue and **** a shaky smile to his face. “Well… it’s just a suggestion…”

“No, you’re completely right!” Morgana said, nodding. “If I want to make friends- err, that is, if I want the other women on this island to accept my greatness, then I must be benevolent and make an attempt at understanding the things occupying their meager brains, just as you suggested!”

Nick blinked. “Uh… I don’t think I said-”

“I’ll collect more friends than anyone else here!” Morgana stood up and threw back her head, and started laughing maniacally. “Then all my friends will happily service you as members of your harem!”

And of course it comes back to that.

“Excuse me!”

Morgana flinched, turning still as a statue. Her pale skin lightened even further as she shakily glanced over her shoulder to see Mary approaching the café.

“Remember,” Nick urged her. “Try to make friends.”

Morgana nodded and gave him a thumbs up, and then turned to face the incoming redhead.

“You, farm girl!” Morgana boomed, staring down imperiously from the patio with her arms crossed over her chest. “What business do you have with me, interrupting my precious time with my master? I assume such disrespectful attitude against a witch of my caliber can be explained? Don’t think your god will save you, you know!”

Nick sighed and slumped over in his seat. Yeah. …Or you can do that. Because of fucking course.

Mary stewed, glaring up at Morgana. But something inside her seemed to change, and she took a deep breath, then exhaled.

“Morgana, I have something to ask you.”

“Ah! You want to ask if I’ll be your friend?” Morgana smirked, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “Well, it’s your lucky day, because-”

“No, not that.”

Morgana slumped over and her eyes started to water. “Y-you don’t…?” She whimpered.

What? No, you worship the devil, why would I want to be friends with a sinner like you? Mary thought. But she knew better than to say such rude things to someone she wanted to ask a favor from. She remembered what Gina told her last time. Morgana was just a kid in comparison. She didn’t mean half of what she said, she was just trying to put on airs.

Mary was the grownup here, and she needed to act like it.

“This isn’t about friendship,” she said. “I came here to ask a favor from you.”

“…Well, I only do favors for my friends,” Morgana huffed, turning up her nose and crossing her arms under her chest. “So you can forget it.”

“You don’t even know what I’m gonna ask!” Mary sputtered. She glanced desperately at Nick, then back to Morgana. Was she really about to ask Morgana in front of him?

Sylvia watched the exchange with a smirk on her face, and that just pissed Mary off. Screw it.

“I want to go on a date with Nick tomorrow!” She declared. “I’m going to spend the whole day with him, and that’s that!”

Morgana’s eyes widened and Mary gasped. She quickly turned to Nick.

“I-I mean, if you’re okay with it, of course!” She sputtered. “I already got permission from everybody else to ask, so… if you want to, I mean… but if you don’t that’s okay, too…”

She started to flounder, but then **** herself past it. Her expression became adamant again.

“Nick! Go on a date with me!” She shouted. “It’s important!”

Nick swallowed and nodded. “Um… okay?” He’d never seen Mary this forceful about something before. She seemed adamant, like she’d worked up her resolve for something important.

Then he remembered the last challenge. “I’m ready,” she’d whispered into his ear.

Holy shit… she’s going to propose, isn’t she? It was the only reason he could imagine her taking something like a date this seriously. Then again, she takes everything seriously… but this… it feels so… real.

And he’d already agreed to it. No backing out now… but then, wouldn’t backing out of a date like this be exactly what the old him would have done? Backed out and hid in his room to avoid thinking about something serious?

He’d resolved to be a more proactive person when it came to interacting with the other girls. That meant being direct and upfront with Mary about something serious like this. If she wanted to propose to him, then he couldn’t run from something like that. He would let her say her piece, and then…

Well, he didn’t really know what would happen then.

Meanwhile, Morgana watched this exchange with an open mouth. “W-wait a minute! Didn’t you just say you were going to ask for my permission?! And then you just asked him out anyway, so you were lying?!”

Mary flinched under the accusation. “N-no, it’s not like that!” She shouted. “I just, well, I mean…”

In the heat of the moment, she’d tried to assert herself, and had inadvertently ignored Morgana’s feelings in favor of Nick’s. And certainly Nick’s feelings were the most important ones in regard to this, and anyone else would have probably told Morgana to piss off.

Mary was sadly too nice to stand her ground on that, though.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, lowering her head. “But I’m going out with Nick tomorrow. Everyone else said I could, and Nick agreed himself. Are you really going to fight me on it?”

“Well, I…” Morgana could do a lot of things. She could **** her way onto the date, for starters, and mess up Mary’s plans. Or she could write down some severe fantasies and direct them at Mary to psyche her out, and maybe get her to call the whole thing off. Or she could even try crying and pleading with Nick to take it back.

She didn’t do any of those things, though, because she was aware of her position. Everyone seemed to really like Mary. Even Nick liked her. She didn’t understand why. The girl was so sanctimonious with her beliefs! Accusing Morgana of being some devil worshipper, just because she worshipped the devil!? Who did she think she was?!

Whatever the reason, she wasn’t here to pick fights. If she antagonized Mary, that might just turn Nick and the rest of the girls against her, and she didn’t want that. She wanted to be their friends. She wanted to rule over them in her harem!

…Nick’s harem.

Whatever. Same thing.

Then she noticed something. Is it just me? Or are Mary’s boobs smaller than they were before? She wondered. She got down from the patio to get a closer look, and Mary took a step back, unnerved by the goth suddenly invading her personal space.

“…What is it?” She asked warily. “If it’s about me going out with Nick…”

“Why are your breasts smaller?” She demanded.

“Um, Morgana, you shouldn’t ask people stuff like that,” Nick warned. Especially not when those people were Mary.

Mary’s face turned red, and she quickly covered her exposed cleavage with her arms. She averted her eyes, shrinking under Morgana’s accusatory gaze.

“Well?” Morgana pressed.

“I-I mean…” She mumbled shyly.

“Morgana, don’t pressure her,” Nick urged. “Just leave her alone, okay? Please?”

He couldn’t help but admit he was a little curious too. Her breasts had looked like balloons this morning, and now they were almost back to their original (enhanced) size.

And judging by the flustered way Mary stared loyally at the ground, there was definitely a reason for it.

Mary began shaking. It was too much. Being stared at by Morgana and Nick, feeling both of them studying her, after all the stress and pressure she was under, she couldn’t take it anymore. She just kind of snapped.

“It… it’s because… because I got milked, okay?!” Mary wailed. “There, are you happy!? Rose milked me! I was filled with milk and my breasts were getting too big, and so I… I had to be milked!”

She turned to Nick, and tears filled her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “I let other people touch my boobs… I didn’t want to, but…”

Nick felt hard as a rock right now. And yet he felt something else, too. An overwhelming urge to hug Mary and hold her close, and tell her it would all be okay.

“Mary, I’m not upset,” he said, rushing over to her. “I mean it, I’m not.”

The erection in his pants made that pretty damn clear.

Sylvia cleared her throat and pointed at his crotch. Mary and Morgana both looked down, and their eyes widened.

Then Morgana’s eyes shot up to Mary, and studied the redhead’s expression. And the last piece of the puzzle slotted into place.

Wait… she’s incredibly religious… but she also gets milked?! And she liked it... Not only that, the way she’s looking at him, it’s like she’s overflowing with desire! I was completely wrong! I can’t believe it! Morgana had assumed that Mary was some boring fuddy-duddy who didn’t like any fun, like a younger a version of her mom. Just obsessed with church and being a good person.

But the way she was looking at Nick, like she wanted to push him down and mount him right here…

She’s a pervert! She acts all chaste but deep down inside, she’s completely repressed! She’s… she’s-! Morgana could see it now. Mary, slavishly worshipping Nick’s cock in a cow print bikini with hearts in her eyes, leaking milk everywhere while heavily pregnant. And with Morgana sitting next to him, rubbing that red hair of hers, just as devoted to his happiness as she was… It was so vivid it couldn’t be denied.

SHE’S PERFECT!

Yes, Mary was the ideal **** for Nick’s harem. Loving and doting on the surface, but once you got her to the bedroom, she would be his perfect slampiece, his broody breeder, letting out all of that sexual desire repressed by years of worship. Nick already had Holly… but Mary, she was even better!

Morgana couldn’t let her slip through her fingers.

“Mary!” She grabbed the other girl’s hands tightly, startling her.

“Wh-what?!”

“Permission! I give you complete and total permission! Take Nick and do whatever you want with him!” Morgana’s cheeks were flushed and she was starting to drool. “Also, be my best friend! I want us to serve Nick together! Side by side! It’s perfect!”

Morgana could take or leave the other girls. Carly and Marley were necessary for the twin fetish, and Mary needed to be the standard “good girl” of the harem that Nick allowed to wallow in corruption. It was just like a hentai!

She would make sure of it.

“Hah… hah…” Smoke was coming out of Morgana’s ears as she started panting with desire, already envisioning a future where she and Mary gave into their dark desires and she dragged the “innocent” Christian into a life of sin and debauchery.

“Come on, Mary, please?!”

“I-I… I don’t understand!” Mary whimpered, her head starting to short-circuit as she looked at the goth in confusion. She looked to Nick next, but he seemed just as confused.

She’d gotten permission, though, so that had to count for something?