Round 2 Begins

Gabe

“Your highness!” The human congregation stormed into the throne room, The High Philosopher had Daisy pinched on one of her big ears and was dragging her forward.

“Ow, ow, ow!”

“What’s going on?” I patted Precious so she would get off my lap, but she didn’t take the hint.

“What’s going on, is we found this thing molesting my daughter on the walkway.” The Grand Philosopher threw Daisy in front of me, and crossed her arms.

The empress testified to the same thing, but she didn’t need to. Daisy’s face was guilt personified. The thing is politician’s actually aren’t good liars, we just choose to believe them.

It seemed like an open and shut case, until Lana spoke up. She was a disheveled mess. Her clothing was torn, her hair was messy, but she didn’t look how you’d expect a person who just got attacked by a goblin would look. She had a steeliness about her. Tough, I would say. “As I told my over protective mother, Daisy didn’t attack me… well she did, but she only did what any goblin would have done in her situation. Someone else attacked me.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know, but I would sure like to find out so I can put my foot up their butt.”

Looks like Daisy’s sex toy trait was already paying off. “Daisy,” I tried to sound authoritative. “Did you see what happened?”

“No, no.” She shook her head too and fro her large ears flapped around with her. “I didn’t see anything.”

I rubbed my chin. “Who would even want to hurt Lana?” Maybe Hilda? But that didn’t make sense to me. Not after I’d made Hilda lust after Lana. I didn’t think either the human or elf I knew her as would hurt anyone.

“Mayhaps the forces of darkness encroach upon this castle already.” Skye appeared in the chamber, filling the atmosphere with her billowing dress and hair.

Despite her beauty and the awe I felt looking at her, I couldn’t trust her. I understood Jasmine’s wariness of me now. How can you focus on your job, when you can’t trust the person above you? “Do you know something?”

“I do.” She smiled. “But I shall keep that hidden until we are all assembled.”

I felt a wave of heat rush through me. “No more secrets, you tell us what’s going on right now! If there’s something out there hurting my team, I have to know.”

She glared at me, all at once her motherly facade slipped and was gone. “No i don’t think I will, princeling.”

We all gulped, sensing the scorned fury of a goddess upon us. Everyone had more to say. We wanted answers, mercy, justice, ****, but no one dared say anything in her presence now.

Slowly the room filled up. Skye’s anger faded, but those who witnessed it were still stunned to silence.

What was going on in this place?

Inevitably the other girls came in. Precious was obviously a concerning ornament for them. Everyone eyed her before looking to me with a raised eyebrow. Hilda blushed, Jasmine looked jealous, and neither Night or Vera bothered to looked at me at all.

I still had a long way to go before this was a harem.

“My lord.” Balthazar nodded his head and took his place by my side. Weird ass wizard fuck, I still don’t know what I was supposed to do with him. Maybe he offered magical buffs or something.

“Looks like that’s everyone.” Skye said, now the picture of serenity. “Prince! The day of the quest is upon you.” Trumpets blared all around the court.

I saw many of my teammates change posture, like the trumpet blare tiger their fantasy selves to the surface.

“You’ve gained a measure of your princesses, and now it’s time to put them to use. The first darkness is on the move, and must be met face to face.”

More anxiety. This was really happening. They were going to fight monsters, and I was going to lead them. “What darkness?”

Then… I shit you not… Balthazar starts cackling to my side like he’s a ghost in a haunted house.

“Oh no!” Skye gasped, “it can’t be!”

“But it can!” Balthazar pulled at his robes pulled them free and reaveal… a uniform? His flamboyant robes were gone, he was wearing slacks a jacket, and a cap. He even looked different, like a forty year old man with a healthy beer gut.

Now Lana gasped. “The bus driver!”

What the fuck?

“What’s happening right now? Balthazar is the bus driver?”

“Of course!” Skye nodded her head. “The ritual pulled both of you into the world as potential masters, a dark side of your potential.”

I was aghast. “What the hell, you told me I was special! You said only I had the will to dominate the team.”

“She what?” Precious glared at me.

Skye gesticulated confusion. “I mean look at this guy! Tell me he doesn’t look like he dreams of dominating a bunch of girls half his age.”

In her defense The Bus Driver did fit the bill of a woman hating trump voter. I mean… I don’t know what’s in his heart, but god gave us eyes for a reason. “Fair.”

“Anyway!” The Bus Driver walked out into the middle of the court. “None of you thought to even ask about me, whether I was alive or not. Well it’s time for me to take what’s mine.”

Uh oh.

I stood up. “Dude calm down. We’re sorry we didn’t think about you, but we had a lot on our minds. Listen there’s this quest…”

“I know what’s going on.” He cut me off. “And I’m here to lead my own harem on The Quest.”

Skye sighed, her whole body slumped. “Very well…”

“Just tell us what’s happening!” Jasmine yelled.

Skye nodded. “The Ritual to save your life has appointed two masters to the task. This means you’ll be split into two harems each tasked with conquering the great evil that haunts our land.”

“Pass.” Ana huffed.

“Yeah, fuck that.” Night crossed her arms. “Gabe is a dirt bag, but he’s our dirtbag, and he’s our age at least.”

“Yeah I would never turn my back on my master.” Daisy fluttered her eyes at me.

“Sorry bud.” Lana laughed. “I guess you’ll have to touch yourself instead, no one is going with you.”

Sky bowed her head. “I’m sorry, but I must abide by the rules of the ritual. If you’ll not go with him willing…” she waved her hand, and an ornate staff appeared in the bus driver’s hand.

“Oh shit he is Jafar!” I fell back into my chair.

Precious tilted her head. “Is that a mind control staff?”

Skye nodded. “With four charges.”

“This is bullshit!” Vera threw her hands up. “We were on a bus with this guy for ten minutes! We don’t owe him anything. In fact it’s his fault we died!”

“Yeah!” Ana stomped her foot. “You had one job dude!”

To her credit Skye looked legitimately mortified this was how things were playing out… but hadn’t she known? “I’m sorry this is the way it must be. Now in the interest of fairness we’ll be having a draft, and because Gabe is the prince he’ll decide who makes the first pick.”

“A fucking draft? You planned this you bitch!” I got up again. “You’re fucking with us! You’re lying! I’m not doing this anymore!”

My sense of gravity suddenly shifted to my left, I found myself bumping into Vera’s soft human body. Her head bounced off the glass window and ricocheted into mine.

Screams were all around me. The bus crunched against the ground and my gravity shifted again.

“Oooookay!” I screamed as glass and limp teammates flew through the air with me. “I’ll do it!”

I landed on the throne room floor, still screaming. The girls did too. We were all panting, panicking, terrified.

I looked up at Skye, tears in my eyes. She looked like a disappointed mother. Her face said it all, ‘look at what you made me do.’

“I’ll do it.” I said again, grounding the words out. I thought maybe whatever fate awaited us was better than that rolling **** trap.

“Then decide your fate. The rules of the draft are simple. The first person to go gets one pick. The second gets two picks. Then it goes back to the first who picks two more, then the second who picks his last two, with the one remaining girl going to whoever went first.”

There was some chittering amongst my team. This is what we were made for. Time to come up with a team comp.

The fist choices were obvious Jasmine or Daisy. Each of the green girls offered a lot of potential Jasmine of course winning the entire tournament with Daisy coming in second. Even so Daisy was still the highest level character.

I had to think of which one I wanted, because the other would surely get snatched up.

That thought sickened me, the idea I’d be losing either to this swerving asshole.

Besides them being strong units on their own I had to consider what a team composition would look like with each.

One a physical monster, the other a mental threat.

Fuck before I could start think of any I needed to decide who would get the first pick.

Option A: First Pick, fourth pick, fith pick, eighth pick.

Or

Option B: Second Pick, third pick, sixth pick, seventh pick.

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