A surprising show of solidarity

While Klotho and her new (temporary) best friend Eggbert were hatching secret schemes in her boudoir, another goddess was working through a personality shift just as pronounced as that of the goddess of timelines. One of the benefits that had long kept Extre a happy guest at Clockwork Eden was that she didn't have to do any work. She shrugged off her godly responsibilities to come to this place, while still reaping many of the benefits a person of her power level ought to, thanks to the very helpful and conscientious butlers and maids that staffed the place. She lounged around daily, eating great food, having fun, and finding nothing to complain of but boredom and the occasional lack of an outlet for her sexual cravings.

With Klotho no longer having her powers available to her, Extre found that the work as goddess of the house temporarily fell to her. And it was not fun.

She'd never quite understood what it was that Klotho did on the day-to-day, besides primping up for interviews and entertaining guests, but Extre was being **** to learn on the fly. The union members now filling the house were all mortals-- not the kind of people who could manage god-to-god affairs, no matter how stately and professionally they carried themselves. That meant, as the only god in residence, it fell to her to pick up her old friend's workload. It turned out that the main thing Klotho did to make money for all of her luxury cars and her mansion and all that stuff was consultation. Gods who wanted to stream-line their day-to-day affairs or optimize their realms would often come to her to make all sorts of tweaks to their timelines. Extre had no such ability, resulting in a lot of disappointments.

A figure in full black armor stared back at her, expressionless, from the other side of her two-way communication mirror in Klotho's old office. The woman was surrounded by hellfire and the clanking of stone and metal, giving Extre the impression she was a very dangerous sort of person. Her helmet-muffled voice didn't sound any more cheerful than her surroundings looked. "I'll explain again. This is not a request. We paid up front to have you conduct a consultation today. I have a quota to meet. If you do not provide the consultation, then I-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. You'll be **** to request a refund," Extre sighed, knowing the drill by now. She'd handed out so many refunds by now that she was pretty sure she was going to have to start selling off the union's muscle cars.

"No. You do not understand. If you do not provide the consultation, I will fall short of my delivery quota for arms and armor. You'll bring the supply chain to a halt. Several very powerful gods are going to be furious. You will provide the consultation or else they will likely destroy this place."

"Yes, but-"

"And they may destroy our upstream suppliers as well. They are not known for their moderation."

"... I don't suppose you could like... Put me on the phone with them personally, could you?"

"I cannot. You must provide the consultation."

"Aaaah uh oh! Oh no! You're breaking up! Hello? Are you still there? Helloooo?" Extre asked, while grabbing the mirror and hoisting it off of the wall by prying her hands behind it. The mirror fell to the floor and shattered with a teeth-rattling smash of glass and silver, leaving a huge mess for the servants to clean up. Only... there were no servants now. There was the union. They'd do it. Right? She wasn't sure she could actually order them to do it any more under the current contract. Well, Klotho would do it. The fact that no one had come running to check the source of that loud noise proved that either they were really serious about not doing their work right now or there was so much stuff being broken throughout the house that it didn't register.

At any rate, she wasn't too worried about the consultations. If anyone showed up here and tried to torch the place, she'd simply turn their dials and make them see reason. What she really needed was something to take the edge off. A few huge glugs of wine later and she decided what she really really needed was to go to bed early. "This work shit is exhausting... No wonder I stopped being a goddess," she groaned, climbing into bed and slowly, miraculously making her way out of her dress by sliding forward on her belly, inch by inch so that she came out through the hem of her bodice. Now in her sexy lingerie, but not feeling sexy at all, she scooched a few belly-slides further to rest her chin on the pillow. "I've got to think of what to... *hic*... do," she grumbled to herself. Klotho still needed to be punished, but she needed Klotho handling this consultation stuff again ASAP, or else, this whole place really would fall apart. "I mean... It probably should fall apart? It's like a uh... like a uuuuuuh... like a monument to the vanity of a twisted woman. But like... I don't want it to. It's also the place where I sleep and keep all my cool stuff..."

She needed to think hard about a way to teach Klotho a lesson while also putting her back in the driver's seat. Think, Extre, think! Think... Thiiiink...

Zzzzzz...

---

As night rolled around, the union found that, unsurprisingly, they were not ready to change the course. Klotho's addled plan to win them over by going the extra mile had the opposite effect, if anything. They had no good reason not to see what sort of bizarre shenanigans she would get into the following day. Plus, almost all of them were getting to shirk their daily work. For someone like Doyl, that might feel wrong, but to most of the others who lacked his work ethic, it was like taking a staycation.

Recognizing that the lady of the house might have some tricks up her sleeves-- not that she was getting to wear sleeves very often these days-- they stationed a few union guards outside of her room, to make sure they didn't sneak off. Doyl was especially wary and made a full patrol of all of her favorite rooms, ensuring she had no opportunity to break curfew or do anything that might release Extre's hold on her. On that note, the one place that wasn't really being guarded was Extre's room. They had ever reason to think that she, the goddess in residence, didn't need a bunch of mortals looking out for her.

This made it very, very easy for the mansion's accountant, Eggbert, to sneak into her unlocked room and find her passed out on her bed, ass-up, in her underwear, drunk and drooling.

"What a mess," he grumbled under his breath, noting the huge pile of broken glass on the floor and avoiding it by extending one long leg past the wreckage. He attempted to tip-toe quietly, but it wasn't easy while wearing shiny, squeaky loafers. "This place is almost as much of a mess as our books. I didn't think it was possible to ruin one entity's financials as thoroughly as this woman managed, but she's proven me wrong! Refunds?! Nonsense! I guess the goddess of whims never had to think about money, did she?" he scoffed, surveying her prone form with a dubious expression. "She'll have us all living on the street in a matter of weeks. I know what financial ruin looks like."

Despite the fact that the man was very noisily complaining out loud to himself, the de facto leader of the house looked no closer to waking up. She was out like a light, KO'd by heavy drinking.

This made it very, very easy for the accountant to reach what he was looking for: the big, crystalline pink disc that she wore as a ponytail holder. The dials were rather intuitive to use, by some magic or another, and this one was coded to her. All he needed to do was give it a little spin and she'd wake up with the bright idea that Klotho had done enough time and was ready to be released from servitude. Then, the mistress of the house would be free to use her magic again, she'd rewind time, she'd right all the ships and make everything run smoothly again... and then, she'd give him his just reward...

That's right: his own cubicle, right here in her office, where he could assist directly with her day-to-day affairs. That must be what she meant when she said they'd be together. A woman like Klotho was far too proud and chaste to have offered him sexual companionship in return for his role in this. He rubbed his hands together, grinning at the thought of his imminent career boost. Finally, he'd prove his business savvy in a way that no one could ignore! He'd prove that the financial disaster that happened to his company back on earth was just a fluke! He...

... was having a very hard time finding the right setting for the dial. It was almost as though it was resisting his attempt to turn it, clicking in place like a rusty safe knob right as he thought he was getting to the right setting. "What gives?" he asked no one in particular, gritting his teeth while working his lackluster muscles. For her part, the woman just kept on snoozing, seeming like she didn't even feel him trying to yank the ponytail off her head. "There is no setting! Has she really not even considered releasing her best friend?! Of course... If this was her plan all along, she'd have long since thrown away her hesitation and basic human decency. Not that she is human."

As he was musing about how to pivot into a useful plan, he noticed something: on her leg, there was a garter belt, holding another little dial. This one was blue, like the one he'd seen at Ms. Klotho's neck. She'd called it a "Whim-Me-Not" and said it was a device intended to restrict certain actions. "... Eureka!" Eggbert exclaimed, grinning and pressing one hand to her plump thigh while using the other to snatch the garter belt off. It seemed this one didn't have the same protection as the one on Klotho's choker, probably because it didn't need to. He smashed it in his hand gleefully, then scattered the blue dust at the bed-side and kicked it under with his foot. "Now, let's try again... Aaah, so you did feel remorse, hm? No wonder. It was quite an evil thing you did to her."

He paused for a moment. Should he actually just take this whole dial out of her hair? That way, he could continue to control her whims whenever he needed to. It struck him that Extre had really relaxed her guard since coming to Clockwork Eden-- there was no way that other goddesses left in such easy grasp such convenient means of controlling their actions. Surely.

At any rate, he decided best not to tempt fate by taking the dial with him. If he just gave it a little turn right now, nothing could ever be traced back to him, even the broken blue dial he'd kicked under the bedframe. If he stuck it in his pocket, it might very well come back to him. He honestly didn't know what would happen, but she'd probably be pretty furious. It was worth remembering that she was actually a much stronger goddess than Klotho, in terms of her breadth of classic goddess powers (destructive ****, etc). Besides, in possession of the dial or not, it wouldn't matter anyway, once Klotho's punishment was reversed and she rewound time to its proper state.

With no further nonsense, he turned the dial to "remorse." There. That was what he'd been asked to do. In the morning, she'd regret her actions, then she'd surely release the lady of the house, who could then return everything to tip-top shape. Feeling as though he was finally coming into his destined role as favorite servant, Eggbert walked proudly towards the exit and straight into a shitload of glass. "GEEEEEEE-" he started, then slapped both of his hands over his mouth to avoid shouting. Even if he did, he was pretty sure he wouldn't wake up Extre, but he might very well alert guards in another room. He tip-toed the rest of the way in his butchered loafers. It was unfortunately a bit too late to report his good work to Klotho, but she'd see the effect in the morning, surely.

---

The goddess of timelines awoke with a stiff feeling in all of her joints-- not the good kind you get in your hips and knees when you've been truly doing it up dirty just out of view of your servants, but rather, an unfamiliar, dull kind of pain with no good memories associated. "A hangover? No... Oh, no. That's right. Menial labor," she reminded herself. The one thing above all else that she'd devoted herself to never having to do in this wonderful paradise of Clockwork Eden. After her little rendezvous with that suspicious looking servant, Eggbert, she'd been **** to go back out and tend to more rooms across the household. She couldn't even remember them all. This wasn't just her trying to repress the embarrassing memories; rather, she'd so often approached a door, only for somebody to appear around a corner and sneakily turn a dial so that she walked into another door instead, that she literally couldn't keep track of where all in the mansion she'd been taken.

She'd known that Extre and Doyl's plan to punish her was unjust and misguided, but she'd never pictured just how ruinous it would actually turn out to be. The servants, emboldened by the power trip of having full control over a higher being and perhaps thinking that any day now, this reality was just going to slip through their fingers, were turning into less of a disgruntled union and more of a lawless mob. Votes didn't seem to be happening any more, nor, increasingly, were rules being followed. They couldn't control each other's actions, but that didn't stop them from hiding around corners and popping out like they were playing a game of laser tag, sniping her attention away from one asinine thing and turning it onto another. "And mortals wonder why we gods keep them on such tight leashes," she sighed sadly. All of this would just be a bad dream soon, hopefully.

... Speaking of which, she happened to notice that her powers didn't seem to be back, even though she'd given Eggbert crystal clear instructions on how to restore them. There was no crying, weeping Extre in her room, begging for forgiveness, asking if they could be best friends again if she'd only put all this behind her. "Eggbert... I'll crack that head of his with a serving spoon," she murmured to herself, glowering at her own terrible visage in the mirror. Well, objectively, it wasn't terrible. If she could just make herself smile, she was still rather cute. She badly needed makeup to hide the new presence of growing dark bags under her eyes-- and those ever-pesky freckles that were finding a way to pop out. Before she could rely on make-up, however, she needed to take a bath.

Luckily, she didn't need to use the communal bathroom... she wasn't sure she could bathe in there, perfectly adequate though it was, with the thought of how she'd rubbed her butt all over the tiles still playing in her head. Instead, she'd head towards her own private bathroom. She could use this time to clear her head, gather her thoughts, and turn herself back into the goddess she wanted to be. The way there was actually all clear, to her surprise. Carrying her toiletry bag in one hand, with shampoo and soap, she used the other to nudge open the door and step inside. At first glance, it appeared to be empty. As it should be! Doyl was allowed to come in here and clean, but the other servants had no reason to come near this place. It was her little sanctuary, a lovely, spacious room where she could take a luxurious bubble bath and forget all of the stress of being a goddess. A paradise even beyond paradise.

Now that she thought about it, it was a bit eerily spacious. Despite the glow of golden sunlight coming through the high window and the tweeting of birds outside, something felt off. However, she decided there was no reason to look inside the laundry hamper, behind the bathroom door she'd just opened inward, or even inside the slatted walk-in closet door that someone might peer through. What good was this relaxing private bathroom if she didn't relax, right? There'd be plenty to worry about today without being paranoid right now.

Klotho shed her monogrammed bathrobe, hanging it neatly upon a nearby hanger and sticking out her pleasant caboose towards whoever might be towards the entrance of the bathroom that she felt absolutely zero compulsion to turn towards and check. She turned her eyes downward, noticing with rank frustration that she was wearing the remnants from some other costume under the bathrobe: a gold-sequined, red silk loincloth with peacock feathers on the ass. Her whole body below the neck was covered with gold glitter and it was pretty clear there had been more peacock feathers protruding from this thing that somebody had plucked out. "Oh, all this tasteless color! They know my signature is black and white-- and they love it! They love my characteristic monotone! Oh, they all used to be so dear and fashion forward!" she pouted, now plucking out the last few peacock feathers in anger and exposing the rest of her bottom in the process. Doyl could clean these up later. Or, better yet, he wouldn't have to, if she just reset the timeline. "I know! When my powers are restored, I shall go back in time and instill an acute phobia associated with the color gold into all of my servants, then dye the blond hair of everyone in the house to be some other color. Then work on the reds and greens... Yes! That's right. All visitors coming into the house can just wear black and white, or at least pale colors. Muted, powder-tones. How splendid!"

The goddess shed the remaining piece of the costume, dropping the loincloth to the floor, then stepped towards the shower, bare. Whoops! Cancel that, she needed to use the toilet first-

"You idiot! She's going to look back here and oh shit-!"

Klotho realized that servants must surely be assembling outside of her bathroom door, pressing their ears against the door to hear her morning routine. How shameless! But she couldn't exactly chase them off for just that, not looking like she was. She decided that she should be happy they weren't barging in and interrupting her. Somewhere nearby, it sounded like someone was wrestling another person into a headlock after being **** to correct his mistakes in a panic, but she couldn't place the source.

At any rate, Klotho decided not to use the toilet and went for the shower instead, as she'd planned all along. Despite her earlier daydreaming, there was no time to run a bubble-bath. A hot shower was what today called for. The goddess turned the elegant little knob of her shower and was pleased to see that even if everything else here in Clockwork Eden was falling apart, at least her reliable plumbing and hot water heater were still on her side. She stepped inside, facing the shower-head and running her hands through her red hair with a newfound sense of peace. The gold glitter and the remnants of her ruined make-up were washed away, leaving her looking like a decent person again, even if everyone now knew that she wasn't.

The woman grabbed the head of the shower on its extendable tube and got her back and shoulder-blades thoroughly. Refreshed and reinvigorated, she suddenly had a revelation: this might be her last private moment today to get her jollies before she was turned into everyone's pet again.

One of the union members camping out at the doorway watched his dial in confusion. He'd been planning to turn it to "masturbate," but it seemed she'd already decided to do that herself.

With a tentative grin on her face, allowing herself to be happy for the first time in a while, Klotho pulled the shower-head downward and began to spray it down from her belly towards her hairless puss, enjoying the feeling of slowly teasing herself. One of her hands grabbed hold of her moist breast and began massaging it-- just kneading the underside-- while she moved the jetstream lower, now going from the shaven spot where her pubes would be right to the lips. Enjoying the feeling of the warm water hitting there, she now allowed herself to tweak her nipple, biting her lip at the familiar feeling and closing her eyes. All of those other things-- wearing a crab over her slit, stripping on top of a car, waxing the bathroom wall with her bare tits-- those were ridiculous actions that were inspired by those dials, no doubt. This was comfortable, familiar, and instinctive. Yes, it was okay for her to get aroused by this sort of thing. She didn't need an audience for this, other than herself.

But she did have an audience. The butlers watching from the entrance, closet, and laundry hamper all decided to get some masturbation of their own in, as out of sight of one another as they could manage. One aimed for the toilet, another used the discarded loincloth, and still another grabbed an unused washcloth, each using their chosen item as a soon-to-be deposit for their jizz. As the head of the household-- the idolized goddess who they'd always known to be a bastion of purity and taste-- was pinching at her tits, spraying her clit with the water jet, and moaning softly with such arousal and familiarity, it was clear she'd done this every day of her life in private. Then, if you believed Doyl's story, she went up to her study and masturbated some more later in the day! None of that even touching what kind of sexual exploits she got up to all the other times she disappeared. They were freaks, yes, but so was she. There was no need to feel bad about shooting spunk all over her bathroom while spying on her.

Feeling especially inspired, one of the former gentlemen crept closer to the shower for a better view. To his delight, Klotho unconsciously slid backward, pressing her bottom against the steamy shower glass so that it appeared, dark and pancaked against the surface. The glass reverberated as she drew her hips back and forth in a slow arc, getting every angle of her intimate area with the shower's jet while unconsciously wiping away the fog from the glass.

Without even worrying about clean-up, the man just outside the door released his jizz right there, blasting the glass over her buttocks while trying to repress his own groan of satisfaction. Thankfully, Klotho was hitting her own climax, crying out softly as her fluids joined those rushing down the shower drain. Her own action hid his well enough.

Oh yes. That private time had really hit the spot. A dignified, lady-like dip into the shower for well-earned alone time. That was how a composed and elegant goddess conducted herself.

With a sigh of satisfaction, Klotho turned off her shower. It sounded like something in the pipes was rattling-- or else, somebody nearby was scampering away. "A-Are there rodents in my pipes? No! That cannot be! I can't have a rat infestation in Clockwork Eden just from a single day of neglect!" she reassured herself, feeling her heart hammering in her chest. Newly panicked, she jumped out of the shower, quickly toweling off--

--albeit with a brief detour to really scrub between her legs by holding the towel's ends in each fist and flossing it back and forth between her legs, rubbing down her pussy like she'd decided she was going to double-down on her masturbation time--

-- and throwing on her plush, white bathrobe. Now just a bit to do her braid... her makeup...

The butlers looked at one another with impatient frowns. They'd forgotten how long this part would take. The one in the laundry hamper lost feeling in his legs after another quarter hour passed.

"And voila!" she spoke to herself, putting on her most charming grin. With her eye-shadow, lashes, lipstick, and hair all back in place, she was feeling like a winner once again. Back on top, baby.

---

Doyl was waiting for Klotho outside the bathroom door; she nearly jumped when she spotted him. The gargantuan former-detective, now former-butler, and current union member was standing in a stately way with one fist crossed at his expansive chest. "Ms. Klotho. There is something you must attend to urgently. It's come to my attention that the de facto lady of the house, Ms. Extre, has something important to discuss with you. We shall not keep her waiting. I ask that you accompany me so that I may explain the situation to any of the other union members who might try to... divert you," he coughed into one fist.

"They are beasts, are they not?" Klotho asked, trying to hide the smile on her face at seeing Doyl's "power to the people" slogan backfire so spectacularly. This so-called union of his was like a motley bunch of highwaymen.

"Yes, well, they would be something quite different entirely if allowed to live their natural lives," the head butler retorted. "You cannot steal their lives from them, **** them into work-focused lives with no time or allowance for sexual proclivities, and then complain when they make you the outlet for all of that frustration."

"I can and I will. Their brutish behavior is most un-groovy," his former mistress complained, crossing her arms and pouting. "I'm still in my bathrobe, by the by. Can't this little dance with Extre wait until I put on some clothes?"

"Ms. Klotho, you're more clothed than I've seen you in some time. That will suffice."

She decided not to protest further. Actually, she was quite looking forward to seeing the look on Extre's face. What sort of expression would she make now, wracked with remorse after Eggbert's role in that rebellious scheme? Actually... had Eggbert even done his part? She hadn't seen him all morning and saw no evidence that any of her powers had returned. She supposed she would know soon enough. Patience, Klotho, patience...

And there. Patience is rewarded.

Upon walking into the first floor dining hall, devoid of servants, she spotted Extre. The woman was not herself; upon spotting her best friend, she lunged forward and collapsed into a pitiable pile. It was clear she'd been drinking heavily and it was questionable if she'd had the good sense to take a shower yet, seeing as she was still dressed in a showy red sleeping gown. Extre cut a delicious figure in the gown, which showed off the tops of her breasts with its spaghetti straps and frilled hem and did little to hide any of the legs besides what lay beyond the upper thigh. It would be a pretty good look, if she was otherwise not so pathetic, crawling across the carpet with watery eyes. "K-K... KLOEEEEEY!" she wailed, grabbing hold of the other woman's leg and nearly yanking her bathrobe off.

Klotho was so alarmed by the sudden outburst of unsightly emotion that she nearly allowed that to happen. "My word! What's gotten into you?" The alarm went away and turned to smug satisfaction. "As if I didn't know."

"I-I'm... I'm... I'M A BAD FRIIIIEND!" she wailed, tugging so hard on the bathrobe that this time, it did come off of her shoulders and chest. Her tits bounced in the open air for a bit, looking perky and revitalized from a nice shower.

Klotho quickly corrected that wardrobe malfunction while Doyl respectfully averted his eyes. "Well, I won't say you've been the cream of the crop lately, but in general, you are a very, very good friend! A temporary lapse in judgment, that's all it was. You are an ex-goddess of whims, are you not? This was simply another of those whims. Shhh, shhh... There there," she consoled the much more mature looking goddess, stroking Extre's blond hair like she was a little child. "It's alright. Wisdom wins in the end."

"B-But... I... I abandoned you!"

"You did, but so did Doyl and all the others. I know you didn't mean it. I'm ready to forgive."

"Madame!" Doyl protested, now approaching tentatively. This was going in a bad direction... but could he even stop it? Physically strong as he was, he was no god and had no magic, unlike these two.

"Please. Extre and I are having a tender moment," Klotho clicked her teeth, hugging her kneeling friend's head closer and shooting her unwanted head butler an impatient glare. "Now, Ms. Extre... I know you're ready to make amends."

"Yes..." Extre sniffled, then wiped her eyes and nose on Klotho's bathrobe after a big, honking blow of her nose. "We'll make this right together!"

"Exactly right! As such, you will restore my powers-"

"Oh, no. No, we've got a lot of work to do making everything up to the Clockwork Eden Guest's Union," Extre sighed, standing upright and drying away the rest of her tears. "What I meant was: I realize that it was... uncool of me to make you do all of the apologizing yourself. The truth of the matter is, I enabled you. Without me, you wouldn't have been able to like... screw everybody over so badly. Furthermore, you can see that I was totally thinking with my vag in all of those tapes. No, I'm just as complicit in all this crap as you are. So that's why, today, I'm going to accompany you on day 2 of Clockwork Eden Employee Apprecation Day... Two? I already said that."

Klotho stepped back, steadying herself on the high-backed chair at the end of the dinner table. "Hold on. So... You're not giving me my powers back?"

"No way! We both still have a ton of apologizing to do. It's up to the union to decide when we've done enough. Don't worry: I've already given everybody a dial that will allow them to change my whims, so we can really show them how sorry we are!"

"Y-You're saying that... that all of those gentlemen out there now have a dial that can control you, the ex-goddess of whims?"

"Yep! Well, except Doyl here. There you go!" she finished, pulling the one free from her braid and handing it over to the shocked butler with a pleasant smile. "So if you want me to do any of the stupid stuff Kloey's been doing, like, I dunno... get on the table and start doing a hula dance with my boobs out. You can do that now!"

"No... no no no no no no no. Noooo, this is very bad. Eggbert has screwed this up horribly. Oh, I-I'm going to.... ooooooh, I'm going to strangle that man," Klotho muttered to herself, clutching at her own hair in horror.

"Eggbert, ma'am?" Doyl questioned, straightening his monocle. "The accountant?"

"Ah, um. Forget him, ha ha ha," Klotho laughed, not wanting to lose her one remaining true ally.

"Excuse me... Ms. Extre. Since you insisted, I'm going to use that dial right away."

"Oh no, not you too, Doyl!" the lady of the house groaned, clutching her hands to her cheeks while Extre readied herself for whatever was about to come.

The big butler turned the undersized-looking dial to a 90 degree position and locked it into place.

When he finished, the other goddess blinked with a stupid frown, which rapidly transformed into a wide-eyed look of terror. Doyl had undone the sense of remorse controlling her, and now, all she was left with was the terrible realization. "Ooooh my gosh... Okay, so like... Nobody freak out, but I have... kind of... sort of... baaaasically turned every horny union guy in this mansion into a mini-god. Like, they can control you, me... they can even control me to control Doyl now!"

"Why?! Why in the name of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air would you decide to do such a thing?!" Klotho questioned, grabbing her friend by the hem of her nightie and shaking her back and forth urgently. With Extre's ponytail holder out, her long, blond hair flapped around wildly.

"I literally have zero idea!" Extre complained, pushing off and reaching up to her hair, which she'd just taken the dial out of. "I never take this thing off! Never! That is the most important dial there is!" she reaffirmed. "Doyl, I... Uh... On second thought, hold onto that."

"Milady?"

"I just realized that the union bozos are probably going to be dialing me and Klotho left and right, but they'll probably leave you alone. If I do anything super weird, I need you to use that dial to correct me," she explained, breathing hard to stop herself from hyperventilating. Deep breaths. Deeeep breaths. Her big boobs rose and fell as she breathed in and out, fanning herself with her hands in a useless gesture. "Okay so, like... we have got to get those things back from everybody. Doyl, can you make them hand them all back over?"

Doyl stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Some would concede. Others, likely, would resist. I'm afraid my authority over them is waning. It is... well, I must say, it is quite mad out there."

"There is an answer, you know." Klotho put on a cute smile and crossed her hands behind her back, wiggling back and forth while batting her eyelashes.

"Absolute not."

"Oh, but with one little blink, I could bring us all back to safety and security! No one would know anything about any nasty tapes. You, Doyl, would be looking forward to cleaning the chandeliers, while you, Extre, would be relishing the opportunity to join me for bocce ball down at the beach, if you so choose. None of this chaos, none of this madness, none of this rampant deviancy!"

"You'd still be a rampant fucking deviant," Extre butted in, crossing her arms and glaring. "Not in like, the fun way, in a fuck up Doyl's life kind of way and then fuck him and then fap to the sex tape kind of way."

"But do you have a choice?" Klotho questioned, matching the gesture by crossing her own arms and getting up in her friend's face. Neither one of them were in their heels right now, but Extre was a good bit taller. "Is this really the timeline you want to live in?"

"Look. Let's give it a try, okay? Those guys out there-- they're still human! I actually did a nice thing for them, saving them from you and then giving them all dials. That's actually, like... super nice! Maybe we're overthinking this whole thing? I'll bet most of them are kind of chill and stuff. Once I explain what happened, they'll give the dials back, then we get back to your punishment regiment we had planned. I mean... I wasn't totally lying. I do feel kind of bad about my role in all of it. But not 'let guys **** me to wipe up the floor with my bare naked ass' bad."

"I knew it! That was one of the dials, wasn't it?! There's no far eastern culture that does that!"

"Girl, it's actually kind of problematic that you had a suspicion there was."

---

Doyl moved ahead of the others, scouting out each room ahead of Klotho and Extre to make sure nobody was waiting to ambush them. The place was a mess. It was no longer recognizable as the perfect haven of decency and taste that was known as Clockwork Eden. Half the butlers seemed to think that a reset was imminent and were living out their wildest fantasies, while the other half got into fistfights trying to stop them from doing that. The end result was that every glass window seemed to have had something thrown through it, every tabletop seemed to have had someone dragged across it, and every room looked like a whirlwind had hit it. In a single day, they'd reversed centuries of cleaning.

"I'm going to faint," Klotho warned her friend.

"Do not leave me alone in this place," Extre protested, shaking Klotho silly.

Somewhere, in the distance, the sound of another fistfight carried down the hall, causing both girls to clutch together in terror. They were understanding the reality of the situation: the little oopsie of giving everyone a dial that can control the goddess of whims had cranked this up to DEFCON-5. These weren't just disgruntled workers getting one over on their bosses anymore-- they were demigods. With the potential to take Extre and Klotho under their control, they could do anything.

"Just follow Doyl for now... D-Doyl?"

The man had vanished. There was a nearby sound like something heavy being dragged upon the carpet, perhaps after having been gagged or knocked out.

"I'm so fucking scared, this is horror movie shit. Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod, they're probably killing and eating that Myth Magazine guy-" Extre babbled, before Klotho grabbed her and slapped her cheeks.

"Get a hold of yourself! You just need to- eep!"

Klotho clenched her teeth and held still as a statue, as her friend pushed her aside and produced a pink dial from thin air. She spun it in her fingers, quickly forcing two approaching union members to drop their dials and start apologizing. She ignored their words, raising the dial high into the air as another man in a disheveled butler suit dove out from behind a nearby column, trying to grab it from her. "This is Planet of the Fucking Apes! What the hell is wrong with all of you?! It has been one fricking day! -Ugh!"

She grunted as a dart struck the dial she was holding out of her hand. It was not-so-chill Willy! That bastard had knocked the dial out of her hands with a dart! "You son of a bitch! I thought you were chill!"

"Yeah, well, I wanna go back to college 8 years ago, sorry, not sorry," Will shrugged in half apology while preparing another set of darts.

"Dude, I am trying so hard right now not to freakin' kill you by throwing a big pink crystal disc through your gut that cuts you in half like this is a Quintin Tarantino film. You know I can do that, right?"

Ignoring all the pop culture references (although it was difficult, she loved movies), Klotho grabbed Extre's shoulders and spun her, looking her square in the eyes. "It's over. Reverse it. Free me!" Klotho begged.

"Okay, okay, I am fucking freeing you!" Extre reached out and grabbed the blue stone embedded in her friend's choker, crushing it easily in her fist. "There, reverse reverse reverse!"

"Ladies... Wait..."

Doyl's voice wheezed from the hallway leading towards the front exit where he'd been dragged. A dart was sticking out of his shoulder. It... didn't look very deep, but for whatever reason, he was pale-faced and evidently dying.

"Before I go... one last request... from this foolish old man..."

Klotho nodded, feeling tears well up in her eyes. How had it gotten so bad? Her most loyal friend, injured, all because of her! Her most faithful companion, on the edge of ****(?) because of her terrible selfishness. "Anything, old friend. Tell me before I destroy this timeline." She knelt down and let him whisper into her ear with a solemn expression. Over forty years of history together, all culminating at this point. The butler, who asked for nothing, whispered his final wish into her ear.

A small frown came to her face. "There really isn't time for that."

"Please... Ms. Klotho, please... I spent all night thinking of it..."

"You know that when I return to the past, even though you'll have forgotten you told me to do this, I'll still remember that you told me to do it, right?"

"Yes... that's... some other Doyl's problem... not mine. Please... final request... dart's... bloody killed me..."

Klotho motioned for Extre to approach. She quickly explained the details to her friend.

"Well damn, you old bastard! I actually wanted to do that! When you were, like, not dying!"

"...Please... Dying... Not much time left..."

With a massive, mutual sigh, each girl got down next to the fallen frame of their faithful head butler and slowly unzipped his pants, bringing out an amazingly girthy and healthy engorged cock, not at all that of a man his age nor of a person lying on his deathbed. With a look that said she was glad nobody else was going to remember this, Klotho stuck her pink tongue out through the slot of her red lips, then began to slowly drag it up and down the old man's dick. Extre joined her on the other side, pushing her hair back over her ear with a notably practiced gesture and pursing her lips over the head, closing her eyes as she bobbed her head up and down. The red-head worked the base and balls while the blond expertly handled the shaft and tip.

"You've got such a big dick, Doyl. Biggest dick in the world-"

"Roleplay... acting... need it... please..."

Another big sigh. Klotho rolled her white eyes and tried again. "You've got such a big dick, Daddy. You've got the biggest dick in the world, Daddy." She spoke the words with as much composure as she could manage while lolling her tongue out of her mouth, lapping at his balls.

"It actually is pretty huge," Extre complimented him, moving her lips up for just a moment to do so.

"... Thank you...."

"You got it big guy!"

"Now... kiss..."

"You're asking for the moon, Doyl!"

"The man's dying, Klotho!" Extre reminded her friend, before taking the goddess's lips in a deep French kiss, similar to the one they'd shared earlier. The blond bisexual opened her purple eyes a half-shade, watching her friend's face with rapt curiosity at close range while pumping the old man's dick with her free hand. She could feel him cumming in her grasp and saying a few more parts of his dying words, but she ignored them, instead choosing to focus on the pretty, feminine features of Klotho. She'd been so mad at her. She'd thought Klotho was unforgivable. And she was, yes. But...

... She still loved her. She kissed Klotho deeply and passionately, eagerly rolling her tongue over the other girl's tongue and letting her lips collect the red lipstick from around her mouth. Klotho's hair still smelled of her pleasant, floral shampoo and her skin was perfectly soft from fresh skincare. It was everything she wanted a kiss with the elegant goddess of time to be: clean yet dirty at the same time. Their lips smacked together noisily and soft purrs of pleasure escaped Extre's throat as more of Doyl's semen covered her hand.

"... Now... Urgh... sixty-nine her..."

"You heard the man," Extre agreed, already beginning to shrug off her nightie.

As her luscious double-Ds spilled out, ready for action, she saw the spiderwebs darken Klotho's eyes.

"Oh, damn. That's it, huh? Hit it and quit it?" the ex-goddess of whims joked, feeling morose as she realized what was about to happen. Her fling with Klotho, both in the recent days and recorded on the tape, was going to vanish. She'd go back to being just a friend-- something less passionate than either the girlfriend she wanted to be or the rival she'd become in the last few days. In a crazy way, she thought she was going to miss all of this. The chaos, the unpredictability, the excitement, even the fear. All of that vivid color would be like an illusion, replaced by the white and gray and black of Clockwork Eden, the perfect paradise where nothing bad ever happens and nobody ever stumbles into a secret sex chamber full of dirty VHS tapes. With that thought on her mind, she brought out her dial one more time. She was about to disappear... but maybe the Extre on the other timeline could enjoy a little bit of spice in her life, with a little encouragement from Klotho.

In all of this, she'd never actually done it. Doyl was disappearing now with no regrets. Maybe she should too.

Her pink eyes welled with tears as she spat out the taste of the old man's cock and wiped her lips with her arm, smearing a bit of the lipstick she'd stolen from Klotho. "Hey, Kloey, you ginger freak, I love

---

Tck tck tck tck-- click!

Klotho blinked her black eyes as they slowly faded back to their usual white. The goddess of timelines was smiling like a supermodel as she posed on her chez lounge on the parlor, dressed immaculately in suspenders and a smart, half-cropped coat while holding a long cigarette holder in one hand. The voice of the Myth Magazine guy brought her back to reality. "Ma'am, I can only imagine what it's like to live a life like this, with all of your wants and needs taken care of. Do you ever get bored? Do you ever just crave doing something... you know... stupid?" he asked.

"Stupid..."

She'd seen enough of that for a lifetime. What she needed to do was return to regularity now. Cut back on the masturbation. Focus on security. For God's sake, take that key away from Doyl before that whole business could play out again. "Sorry, so sorry. Interview's over!" she giggled, jumping up from her seat and holding her fists to her suspenders, leaving the cigarette holder discarded on the sofa. As the man yelled after her, she rushed towards the dining room where she knew Extre and Doyl were currently plotting to visit her secret study. When she got there, she reached her hands straight into the butler's pocket, alarming him.

"Madam, goodness! What's gotten into you?"

Klotho thought to herself, knowing what she knew now, that having her hand suddenly thrust into his pants was probably making the guy happy, despite his protest. Ignoring that, she grabbed out the key, then placed it back into her own pocket. "Ahem. My study is off limits. Very, very off limits."

"Oh, you heard us ribbing about that, did you? All in good fun, ha ha ha! It's just... your guest, Ms. Extre... she has been feeling terribly droll and wanted a little excitement."

"Yes... Excitement... Stupidity," Klotho agreed. The words sounded strange on her tongue, like they weren't her own, but... This was the perfect timeline again. No one could be manipulating her thoughts. The idea suddenly playing in her brain was the exact opposite of the safety and security she was envisioning just a moment ago, carrying the distinct shape of danger. Not just danger, however-- opportunity. "Ms. Extre, have you ever thought about... Going into business together? Mutually, I mean."

Extre looked surprised, but intrigued. She leaned one arm on Doyl's shoulder, using him as a column to rest on, while swirling her wine with her other hand. "Well, you know I don't like work, but I guess I do need something to do. What kind of business, your consultation stuff with the gods? All those big-shots? Ugh, I wouldn't have to be a god again, would I? I don't do the management stuff. Or the labor stuff. Or, like... work in general."

"Oh no, no work at all. I use my time threads, you simply turn your little dials and we'd... well..."

Klotho paused, smiling prettily before pulling Extre away from the open ears of her loyal butler. Loyal as he was, humans didn't need to be privvy to this scheme of hers. This was god business.

"We'd have it all, to share. Lately, I've been thinking about fortunes and how they tend to reverse. What if you and I were to... reverse some fortunes ourselves? Specifically, reverse those fortunes into our own coffers? For our mutual benefit?"

Extre's purple eyes lit up and widened. "Ooo, now that's crazy talk!" she gasped, then grinned wolfishly. "You're dreaming big!"

"Always, darling. Always!" Klotho rubbed her hands together excitedly. No fake promise this time, no secrets from Extre. She had here a perfectly willing and supernaturally gifted accomplice who might be even more loyal than Doyl with the right motivation. "As long as you can keep a secret, dear, I think we can have a lot of fun on a little vacation, touring the heavens. Doyl would be happy to house-sit for us. We could conduct a few on-site consultations... Make a few cherished memories. Maybe record a few videos."

"And you're just going to rewind time when you're done with that, right?" Extre responded, suddenly pouting. "I'll bet you do crazy stuff like this all the time and cut me out of it, huh?"

"Not this time. This is the start of something new, something fresh. A paradise that you and I will never want to leave-- one that will redefine luxury as we know it. A Clockwork Eden spanning multiple realities. We can have it all: thrills, wealth, and power-- in an elegant, humane way of course, without hurting a single soul! It's going to be 'all that and a bag of chips,' baby."