I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go

“I still CAN’T believe you threw me on the ground like some… some kind of… ground-throwy thing!” Marley exclaimed as the three women stepped out of the elevator. “There, do you see how mad you’ve made me?! I can’t even find the right words to describe how mad I am!”

“It was the best way we could get away from her!” Carly protested. “I didn’t want to do it! But I only did it because I knew you would be fine!”

“Oh, this is JUST like at the pool party back in ninth grade!” Marley scowled.

“Well, Bobby Carnavoli wasn’t getting the hint that I wasn’t interested, and you were a really good distraction,” Carly replied. “Besides, you were so petrified about being around other people you might have just trembled yourself right into the water anyway if I’d left you alone.”

“I had JUST bought that outfit!” Marley exclaimed.

“Yeah, well, I got a lot more mileage out of that thing than you ever did,” Carly said with a shrug.

“HOW can you think that’s the appropriate response to this situation?” Marley asked, shaking her head incredulously. “Were you just dropped on your head when you were born or something?”

“Oh, yeah, exactly, the doctor took one look at your face when you popped out and dropped me out of shock,” Carly snickered.

“Same face, we have the same! Face!” Marley reminded her twin.

“…Also, you technically weren’t born that way,” Sylvia pointed out.

The twins shot her matching glares.

“…Right, not my fight, staying out of it.” As socially imperceptive as she was, even Sylvia had a decent survival instinct now that she was human.

Carly sighed. “Okay, sis, I’m sorry. It was wrong to push you and use you as an obstacle to get rid of Morgana. I was kind of ****, and I just did the first dumb thing that came to my mind. I’m really sorry.”

“Thank you,” Marley sniffed. Then her expression softened. “And… okay, yeah, it sucked, but it did work,” she admitted. “So maybe it wasn’t the worst plan. Just don’t do that again, okay?”

“Aww! It’s so nice to see you making up!” Sylvia gushed, throwing an arm around each of them. “Group hug!”

“Not the time,” Carly pointed out, shoving the blonde away. She glanced back at the elevators. “No telling how long it’s going to take Morgana to catch up to us.”

“Not a problem!” Sylvia smirked, holding her head up high. “This hotel has an uncountable number of rooms, and I know them all by heart!”

She walked over to the nearest door and threw it open.

A wave of lotion crashed into her like a geyser eruption, bathing her face and clothes in sticky goop.

Unamused, she slowly closed the door. “…Okay. So Dakota made a few changes after taking over. Got it.”

Carly and Marley couldn’t help themselves. They doubled over laughing, holding onto each other’s shoulders to keep from collapsing.

“Oh my gosh! You should take a look at yourself!” Carly cackled. “You look just like Marley did back when she was slimy!”

“Yeah!” Marley laughed. “You look just like- hey! Let’s not bring that up!”

Before the twins could get into another feud, Sylvia took a shaky, sticky step in between them.

“Okay… we… we need to get out of here,” she said, trembling a little. “This lotion, it’s… gosh, how do you humans deal with… oh… ooooh…”

A tremor ran through her as the aphrodisiac effects of the lotion began to sink in. Her skin felt like it was on fire, as if every cell in her body had turned into a clitoris. Which, while an arousing concept in theory, still had the tiny little problem where too much pressure on an erogenous zone could be as painful as it was orgasmic.

Sylvia really needed to wash this stuff off and fast, before she fell over.

Carly and Marley looked at each other. Their best bet was probably the hot spring, but that was back the way they came, in the shopping district. Which would mean going through Morgana. No way. They’d managed to wear off from her arousal already, but if Sylvia went back out there and heard her voice again, she’d probably throw herself at the goth dom’s feet.

She wasn’t exactly known for standing up for herself against imposing, pale-skinned brunettes dressed in black.

“Our bedroom has a shower,” Marley remembered.

“Right,” Carly nodded. “Back to the-”

“Oooaaaaaaahnnnn!” A loud moan drowned out her statement, and the black-haired woman whirled around. Her eyes widened when she saw what was coming.

“Ahn… yes… please…”

Dani staggered around the corner, her clothes soaked in sweat and partially torn open. Her face was more red than tan at this point, and her long hair curled in matted tangles like it had been stuck in a wet tornado.

She had a blissful expression on her glazy-eyed face, a crooked smile cutting her gorgeous features in half.

“D-Dani?” Carly stammered, taking a cautious step forward.

“Oh! Look who it is!” A voice purred as Dawn sauntered into the elevator lobby with a seductive gait, her hands on her low-rider pants-covered hips. “Two girls for the price of one!”

She smiled even wider and glanced down. “…And a third who seems to have gotten started all on her own.” Her eyes landed on Sylvia, who had collapsed to the ground by this point, digging her fingers into the delta between her legs. It wasn’t the first time she had masturbated; for some reason, Dakota had created her with sexual desires (probably for a reason related to Nick) but just like with eating food, masturbation felt so much different when she was a real person.

Either way, she wasn’t going to be much help here.

“Dawn, what happened to you?” Marley gasped. “…Wait. Let me guess. You went to the Hall of Mirrors too, didn’t you?”

Dawn’s tail twitched around her in response and her eyes twinkled. “And people say I’m the smart one! Right on the money! …But you said ‘too’ so let me guess… you found Morgana, didn’t you? Or Gina, perhaps? Let me guess, busy lapping away like the little submissive puppy she is?”

“Something like that,” Carly muttered, feeling a little light-headed. She couldn’t quite think straight, as if there was a fog hanging over her head.

A fog doused in sexual arousal.

“Well, I suppose I’ll have to deal with her later, then,” Dawn said, stretching her arms over her head. “After all, can’t have her mucking about and being all controlling and dominant when us girls are so much better-suited at being Nick’s cute little pets.”

She stepped closer to the two of them. “You’d like that, right? Being Nick’s pets? Maybe put on some cat ears of your own, eh? Then you could take turns serving him. I bet he’d be happy… and he’d make you both feel so good…”

Her words were intoxicating, and Carly found her eyes glazing over as she pictured it. Being Nick’s docile little house pet, that sure sounded pretty good…

“…Wait, no!” She quickly shook herself free of that haze. “Hold your horses there! I might like to get it on, but I’m not gonna be some kept woman! Nick and I have fun, and fun’s fun, but being his pet?” She shook her head. “No, thanks.”

“Well how about mine then?” Dawn practically threw herself into Carly’s arms, pressing her chest into the other woman’s. Dawn may have gotten quite a bit of a size upgrade, but she still couldn’t compare to the melons on Carly’s chest. And yet, even losing out in size, she still asserted herself so fiercely that Carly felt herself backing down first.

“What’s the matter?” Dawn reached over and stroked Carly’s cheek. The cosplayer purred in spite of herself and sunk into her hand for a moment. “You don’t like girls?”

“I…” Carly’s eyes shot to Dani, who still held a glassy-eyed stare, completely drunk on Dawn’s pheromones. It left Carly without a clear thought to lean on.

“I made Dani feel so good,” Dawn whispered, her lips inches from Carly’s. “I can make you feel good, too. So, so good… you remember my transformation, right? My fingers and tongue will be the best you’ve ever felt…”

She reached down and ran her fingers along Carly’s hip, leaving trails of heat wherever she touched. Carly stifled a moan, feeling her own arousal shooting up with every passing second.

“No, this… this is wrong…” She managed to get out. “I… I don’t… I… No!”

She grabbed Dawn by the arms and pushed her back, sending the startled cat girl stumbling into Dani. Dawn stared at her in amazement, shocked that the other woman had been able to fend off her pheromones.

“You… wow, not even Kim managed to push me off by ****!” Dawn said, amazed. The schoolgirl had only stopped serving Dawn because of her compulsion to work, but Carly managed to do it through pure willpower.

“Sorry,” Carly said, scowling. “But I’m not into girls that way.”

A sultry smile crossed Dawn’s lips as she slowly rose to her feet. “Oh, is that right…?”

“Y-yes!” Even as Carly was speaking with the other girl, her eyes were looking around for something to latch onto, someone who could help her out of this mess. But Marley was standing slack-jawed like she’d been hypnotized, and Sylvia.

“Please! Just a little more! I’m so close!”

…Had her hands full at the moment.

“I see, so… you don’t like women. I just want you to be very, very clear about that,” Dawn said, her voice firming. “Because I’ve had my suspicions. We did share a room together for a whole week, if you remember. And your hands, well…”

“That… I’m just very affectionate in my sleep!” Carly huffed, turning red more from shame than arousal at this point. “That doesn’t mean that I… that I’m attracted to women! I just…”

Dawn narrowed her eyes. “You just what?”

Carly’s gaze flickered over to Dani for a fraction of a second, but for someone of Dawn’s capabilities that was enough of a tell. She didn’t miss much.

A twisted smile turned up the corners of her lips.

“…Oh, I see… then, if you don’t like women, I suppose you wouldn’t mind if I indulged myself a little, then?” Dawn purred, crouching down beside Dani, who was too dazed with arousal to even bother standing.

Dawn began digging her fingers into Dani’s soaked honeypot, using her talented touch to draw a melody of moans from the tomboy’s lips like a talented musician playing an instrument.

“Let… let go of her!” Carly’s voice hitched in her throat as her eyes widened. “This… stop it!”

“What’s the matter?” Dawn looked up. “You’re not feeling jealous, are you?”

“N-no!” She exclaimed. “Why would I be jealous of her?! It’s just… this is ****, you know!”

“I didn’t mean jealous of her,” Dawn said, narrowing her eyes. “Come on, Carly. You can fess up. There’s no one around. Nick’s off with Rose in Paris I’d bet, while your sister and her mom are too out of it to pay attention. And as for Dani here, well…”

Dawn gave the girl’s throbbing clit a half-twist, drawing out a moan that nearly deafened both girls.

“…I don’t think she’ll be remembering much of anything, do you?”

“That’s… I don’t…” Carly wasn’t stupid, she knew what Dawn was driving at. But the other woman was completely wrong! Dani… Dani was…

“I’ve seen how you look at her recently,” Dawn said. “I can play the scenes back in my mind like a picture book. You’ve got the itch, girl. You just have to admit it, and then the two of us can have a little fun with her. A nice little bonding project. Maybe even get your sister and Sylvia in on it, too? An orgy in the hallway sounds like the perfect way to get to know each other better.”

“I-I don’t like her that way!” Carly exclaimed, shaking her head adamantly. She took in the sight of Dani’s sweat-glistened, moaning figure, the way her beautiful green eyes rolled up into her head and how every soft curve seemed to jiggle with each orgasm. Even seeing the tomboy in one of the most erotic states imaginable, Carly didn’t feel aroused in the slightest.

So… so she couldn’t be into Dani!

…Right?

Then why does it hurt, seeing her with another woman like this? Every beat of Carly’s heart felt like a dagger stabbing her in the chest. Seeing Dani being brought to orgasm by Dawn’s skilled fingers was unbearable, even though she was certain that she didn’t have any desire to have sex with the other woman herself.

How twisted did Carly have to be, to feel this way about someone she wasn’t even attracted to herself?

No! I’m just upset because this is sick and wrong! It has nothing to do with jealousy! Carly **** herself to think.

“Yesh! Pleash! I don’d eben cawe if ish wong or nod, jusht don’d stob!” Dani’s moans filled the corridor, nearly drawing Carly to tears.

Not seeing any other way to stop Dawn from doing what she was doing, Carly did the only thing she could think of.

“Uraaah!” She flung herself at the other woman, diving right into the cloud of pheromones surrounding the cat girl. She tilted her head down and tucked in her shoulder, driving into Dawn’s side and knocking her off poor, orgasming Dani.

The two women landed on the ground, but unfortunately for Carly, cats always land on their feet. Dawn sprung up and leapt atop her, straddling the goth-dressed girl with a manic grin on her face.

“When I saw Morgana all gussied up like a witch, the first thing I wanted to do was throw myself beneath that black dress,” Dawn said, licking her lips. “But I’m not that stupid. Morgana doesn’t share pleasure, she just takes it all herself, with ****. Can’t do that. But with you, dressed like this… I’m going to have some fun indeed…”

“Get… get off…” Carly tried to push the cat girl off her, but she found the strength leaving her body. The more she felt the other girl’s weight pressing down on her stomach, just over her womb, the more she found herself questioning why she was really fighting that hard.

Sure, she wasn’t attracted to Dawn in the slightest. But whatever the cat girl was going to do, it would definitely feel pretty good. Carly had had sex with more than a few guys who she didn’t care one whit about, just because they could bring her pleasure.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so wrong to just give in and let the cat girl have her way for a little bit… Yeah, that could work! Let Dawn bring her to orgasm a dozen times or so, just to work off this unbearable heat between her legs, and then Carly could push her off and turn the tables.

That was the thin premise Carly used to justify surrendering to Dawn’s grabby hands as they reached for her collar to strip her down.

“Oh? What do we have here, then? Someone playing with my toys?”

Dawn’s ears snapped up and her tail straightened out something fierce, growing bushy. She hopped off Carly and stood defensively in front of her, raising her fingers and hissing. Carly saw the girl’s fingernails slowly extend into claws.

The person who elicited this defensive response from Dawn? Well, that was obvious.

Morgana stepped out of the elevator with a bemused smirk on her face, scanning the room. She stifled a chuckle with her hand and shook her head.

“Oh, now this is really something,” she said, admiring Dawn’s handiwork. Well, “admiring” might be a bit of a stretch. “You did all this yourself?”

“…I’ve been busy,” Dawn said, rising to her feet. She eyed the statuesque goth, feeling her mouth start to water. Morgana’s voice had a way of eliciting thirst. “Have to make do with what’s at my disposal.”

“I can tell,” Morgana replied, the derision plain to hear in her tone. “You’re rather sloppy, getting them all worked up like this.”

She swatted Marley on the ass, finally breaking the confused girl out of her stupor. She collapsed on the ground, shaking, and looked up at the goth witch with fear in her eyes.

Morgana didn’t seem very pleased about being tripped up before.

Fortunately for Marley, though, her ire was currently being aimed at the cat girl a few feet away, and not at the twins.

“Don’t you know that pleasure isn’t something you spread around all willy-nilly?” Morgana scoffed, shaking her head. “It must first be denied. That way, you can use it as leverage to get your pets to follow your orders.”

Dawn only offered a crooked smile in return. “Where’s the fun in that?” She said, nodding to Gina, who was still simpering at Morgana’s feet. “Don’t get me wrong, obedient pets are the whole point, but I much prefer when everyone’s united together in orgasmic bliss.”

She shrugged. “It’s a lot more enjoyable for all parties involved, I assure you.”

Morgana sniffed, and crossed her arms over her chest. She didn’t like admitting it, but she could feel an itch start to swell between her legs. Maybe she didn’t have as iron a grip on her impulses as she liked to believe. But that was impossible!

“The duty of a pet is to pleasure those who stand above them,” Morgana asserted, taking a few sharp strides forward. “But if you please them yourself, then they’ll start to get it into their heads that they’re equal to you. And that’s simply a recipe for chaos, not control.”

“So why not let chaos reign?” Dawn asked with a shrug. “Because that’s where you and I differ. You haven’t realized it yet, but you’re just as much of a pet as the rest of us… all obedient little puppies and kitties for our master’s pleasure.”

A distasteful frown crossed Morgana’s lips. The thought of that just sickened her.

“You can’t be serious,” she scowled, shaking her head. “Nick? You would really do all this for him? He’s just a man.”

“Oh, you bet he is…” Dawn licked her lips, her eyes glassing over. “I can imagine his hands running all over me right now…”

“Pitiful,” Morgana spat, shaking her head. “You’re little more than a foul beast in rut. A harem designed to your specifications would collapse into a hollow flesh orgy. You lack the elegance and vision to truly take the world and make it your own!”

Dawn shrugged. That was very true.

So what?

“You’ll see for yourself,” Dawn grinned, upping the amount of pheromones flooding the room. Her instincts were in overdrive, and her heat grew with every word that left Morgana’s lips.

“No… but I’ll make you see that you belong at the feet of your betters,” Morgana promised, narrowing her eyes.

The two women threw themselves at each other.