Angelica and Tyra

Angelica looked over herself in the mirror as Tyra lied in bed. Both had found their closets stashed with plenty of clothes and got dressed immediately. The pair were quite tired of being naked for so long. Angelica wore a red and white dress she found in the closet. She looked over herself in the mirror. There was no mistaking it. This was the same dress that she used to wear in her village. It was simply sized up now that she had grown up. The soft fabric touched her skin in an eerily nostalgic way. It was certainly a strange feeling, perfectly wearing an outfit she knew she had grown out of. She sighed as she gazed at her reflection and then looked around her.

The place they were staying in wasn't bad at all. They were decently sized rooms that they entered into at the base of the castle as if they were built into the main structure. The inside was completely different from the dark exterior. The walls were warm wooden beams and there were small windows that let rays of sunlight in. It was oddly cozy for a room in the palace of the dark lord himself. Or at least the imitation that Helga had built. There were also plenty of amenities including a desk, plenty of comfortable chairs and couches, a shelf of books from her world, and there was even a trapdoor that led to a larder full of preserved food. She essentially wouldn't want for anything.

On the wall of the room hung a smaller version of the television screen that was hung over the castle gates. It proudly displayed what it did there, the scores of everyone including the last few VP gains and losses that had happened. Angelica gulped, knowing that whatever shameful things were done would be put up for all to easily see in their own rooms.

The wardrobe that housed the dress she wore also contained many other clothes. Many were simply more of the same outfit, but there was also a fancy dress she would expect to wear to a ball and a small red bikini. She assumed this would be for the beach. Despite all of her needs being looked after, she refused to feel comfortable. These clothes she wore, this place she stayed in at the foot of the dark lord's home, all of it was made so that these strange game masters would exert total control over her. Them and Malgor. She was certain that he was behind this all despite how confused he acted. Perhaps in the abyss he reached out to powers even Lila and her wizards knew nothing about, striking a bargain to inflict pain and humiliation on his enemies.

"Damn it all!" she said out loud, "After everything I did to beat him is this what I get?"

Tyra ignored her cries of anguish. She simply lounged in her own bed, a copy of Angelica's own living quarters mirrored on the other side of the room. She wore her normal pirate clothes that she found in the closet, conveniently sized for her new breasts and butt. She took note of how her outfit essentially hadn't changed while Angelica received something completely new. She assumed it was to get rid of her armor and make her feel weaker. Less protected. Since Tyra's own clothes seemed harmless enough, perhaps that's why they let her keep them.

Even as she tried to remain stoic in the face of Angelica's restlessness, Tyra couldn't help but shift herself over and over again on the sheets. Simply lying on her back pressed the mattress into her newly sensitive ass and made her feel ticklish. Turning around wouldn't help either, as she would have the same problem with her breasts. There was no way to lie down without feeling this stimulation. She closed her eyes and gave out a frustrated groan.

"I can't get used to this," she said, "How am I supposed to sleep when my fucking tits get excited at the slightest touch?"

Angelica looked at Tyra. Tyra continued to ignore her. After they exchanged harsh words on the beach neither of them wished to give the other leeway to speak. But they were alone together in this room and an awkward silence would fill the air otherwise. Angelica paced through the room, looking more closely at each part of it to occupy herself. In doing so, she noticed a small cupboard near the bed. She opened it and was immediately taken aback. Inside were several sex toys including a butt plug and a large dildo. The dildo in particular looked very detailed, almost as if modeled after a real penis. Angelica looked over to Tyra's side of the room and immediately saw that she had a matching cupboard near her bed.

"What's this?" said Angelica, "I knew these fiends were perverse but this is insane!"

"They are a bit sex obsessed, aren't they?" said Tyra, "That camera's still in the room with us. They probably want us to play with those toys for everyone to see."

"Play with them?" said Angelica, "What... but... I mean... how do you fit that..."

"It is quite big, isn't it?" said Tyra, "And rather lifelike. Perhaps it's modeled after Malgor's real dick. They want us to get used to having it in us."

Angelica was rendered speechless. She didn't want to even think about the implications of such a thing. She closed the cupboard and sat down on her own bed, kicking her legs and trying to pass the time. Silence filled the room once more. She hummed and turned her had from side to side anxiously before finally having enough and speaking up.

"Did you mean it when you said you'd do anything to win?" said Angelica.

"I said I'd do anything to survive," said Tyra, "And if that means winning, then I will win at any cost. You should too if you value your life."

"But I don't understand!" said Angelica, "We survived so much together! Fought against so many impossible odds! And all to defeat him! I know I was paying you to help us but I thought you still wanted to see him vanquished deep in your heart of hearts! You can't just turn around and start doing anything to please him after that!"

"I wanted him gone because it helped me," said Tyra, "You think the dark lord made my life as a pirate easier? He rules with an iron fist. Had he won, he would've come down on me and all other thieves and vagabonds with all of his might. I would've been either killed or scattered to the wind without a solitary coin to my name."

"None of that has changed," said Angelica, "I may not have high opinions of most pirates, but they're your people! If Malgor returns to our world after all of this, he'll still do exactly as you say!"

"You think I ever cared about other pirates?" said Tyra, "We aren't part of some 'pirate club' together! We don't sing shanties and share drinks, calling each other the best of chums! It's just a lot you get in life. I wouldn't expect you to understand, seeing as fate literally handed everything to you on a silver platter."

"What are you implying?" said Angelica, "You saw me work and fight to achieve my quest! I wasn't handed that! And I never asked to be apart of the prophecy!"

"And that's really tearing you up inside, is it?" said Tyra, "Poor girl was destined to save the world and be loved by all. How tragic."

"You... I..." Angelica said before her anger turned to sorrow and she sunk back into her bed, "I didn't save the world. He's still here after everything. And once this game is over he'll go back and continue his conquests like nothing happened. I failed."

Tyra looked over to her, seeing her too sullen to even lift her head.

"The point is, I have to look after myself," said Tyra, "The scene has changed and nothing is as it was. You either adapt or you die. Actually, I suppose it'll be much worse than dying in this case. Gods, I can't imagine having no control of my body for the rest of my life. Being made to strip was enough control for a lifetime."

Angelica laid down on the sheets, staring blankly up at the ceiling. Even with the space to think, she still couldn't quite comprehend it all or even accept that it was true. She was so sure that her future was secured, that nothing but fortune and glory would await her from here on out. She was sure of that since the day she heard the prophecy. But not anymore.

"What am I going to do?" asked Angelica, "I'm not like you. I can't just let him win."

"Sometimes the bad guys win," said Tyra, "You have to accept that."

"No, that can't be true!" said Angelica, "Prophecy exists! Fate exists! Even if evil takes the world, the world will send the forces of good to retaliate! That's the only reason I'm here! Because the universe wishes for evil to die! So, somehow, we have to get out of this! It's our destiny to overcome this, right?"

"I don't know," said Tyra, "I never held much trust in destiny, and that certainly won't change now."

"Destiny will come for us yet," said Angelica, "All of this will be vindicated when that happens. And if you act in evil's favor, destiny may not favor you when it arrives, Tyra!"

"Nothing changes then," said Tyra, "I won't sway you, but I'd prefer not to see you end up as a sniveling ****."

Tyra turned away from Angelica, facing the wall while lying down. Angelica simply pouted and continued to stare at the ceiling, finding some solace in her own words.

"We can still beat him," she whispered to herself, "Somehow we have to."

Malgor stroked his chin as he witnessed all of this through his crystal ball. He set the tray aside on a table and climbed into his bed, still holding the orb. As he laid down and relaxed, he let his thoughts shift the ball's view to that of Christina and Athalia. He settled in a for an afternoon of eavesdropping.