Damage Control

I took a deep breath as everyone began to get up. Looking at all the women, I realized that I'd definitely have to go talk to all of them and apologize for my role in all this.

Starting with the girl in my lap.

"Hazel, do you think you can walk to your room?" I asked.

"My butt is so sore, I can barely move," Hazel admitted. "If you or someone else could carry me to my House, I'd appreciate it."

"It's no problem," I said, picking her up and carrying her koala bear style. "How do we find your House?"

"It's thisss way," Medusa said. "There are sssigns every now and then about directionsss."

Sure enough, I noticed a sign showing directions.

Medusa guided us, and after a few minutes, we arrived at a building that looked like a mini-Yancy.

"Well, they sure got the sign right," I said as Medusa opened the door for me.

The inside was almost like a larger version of my dorm room back in Yancy. Two beds, a desk, and a door to a bathroom. The only thing different was that this desk had a monitor open, showing the same screens as the meeting room the Fates took us to.

I set Hazel down on the right bed, ignoring her wince as she felt the pressure on her asshole.

After I covered Hazel up with the blanket, I noticed that Medusa left us alone, having gone to the bathroom.

There were a million things running around my head to say to her. Maybe I'd say that we made it through a lot worse, maybe sorry, anything.

"You know I saw you die," was what I blurted out instead.

She looked at me in confusion. "How? You were already dead by then, weren't you?"

"I didn't die, Hazel," I explained. "Tartarus kidnapped me, because he wanted to show me how he'd **** and kill all of you guys. He succeeded, and from there, I got brought here."

"What about the Fates?" Hazel asked.

"They were here before me, I assume that they were part of the deal Ananke and Chronos made with Khaos."

It was silent for a moment, then Hazel spoke up in shaky voice. "How're we going to get out of this, Percy?"

"I don't know Hazel, I wish I did," I said. "I'm sorry that I dragged all of you into this."

Hazel tried for a smile. "Better this than dead, right?"

I just kissed her on the forehead then left.

Unfortunately, as soon as I left the House, my troubles weren't to be over.

"What's going on between you and Hazel?" Annabeth asked, arms crossed.

"Nothing, Annabeth," I said. "You saw how everything went down." I looped my arm around hers. "There's about 40 minutes left before curfew, how about you take me to your House?"

Annabeth grumbled, but I could see the corner of her mouth lift up.

"How are you feeling, Percy?" Annabeth asked.

"With all this, obviously not great," I said. "Everything is fucking out of my control though, so I just have to roll with it for now."

"But do you really want to have to have sex over here or something?" Annabeth asked.

"No, of course not!" I exclaimed. "You're my one and only, Annabeth."

I gave her a deep kiss, then a ping came from our wrists.

We looked, and we saw that we now had digital watches on our wrists that matched our aesthetics; blue for me and gray for her. The watches had a message for us.

Annabeth Chase has a French Kiss with the Master (+1 Charis(-1 Charis Romantic relationship was pre existent))

"Fuck!" Annabeth exclaimed. "The game is against me now?"

"We'll work through this Annabeth, we always do," I said reassuringly, but she didn't respond and we walked in silence

"There's no point, Percy," Annabeth said sadly as we arrived at Cabin 3. "We just have to game the system and hope we don't get fucked."

"We'll beat the system together then," I said.

"Just like we always did," Annabeth said, kissing my cheek. "Well, Zoë should already be inside, so I'll see you tomorrow."

"Sweet dreams, Wise Girl," I said as she walked into her House.

"Sweet dreams, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth said, closing the door.

I looked at my watch and saw I had 30 minutes till curfew, so I decided to check out the place.

I already saw the swimming pool area, so I decided to head in the opposite direction. I saw a dining room attached to a rather large kitchen, there was a movie theater, a game room, a full size basketball court, and a soccer field.

All of it just helped getting me angry. They called this Elysium Island, but from what I could tell, no one was getting their happiness here except for the mysterious "Audience," if they were even real. It's been only one day, but I can already tell that this is just another way for the Fates to get their perverse amusement out of our pain.

I brought myself out of my thoughts as soon as I arrived at my house, the one they called the Master House. I thought that when they called it the Master House they just meant that it was for me to live in, or that it was just a little larger.

They gave me a fucking bungalow.

When I say it was huge as shit, I mean it was fucking humongous. There was a walled backyard/frontyard, and the house was sitting on a large beautiful garden with a fountain pathway similar to Taj Mahal. The mansion itself was a beautiful glassed house that I'd probably imagine as a dream vacation house.

"Goddamn," I whispered to myself as I entered the house.

Mom and Estelle were waiting for me inside. "How're you feeling, Percy?" Mom asked me as she hugged me.

"Obviously not great," I grumbled. "The rest of our world is gone, and we're stuck in this perverted shithole of a world which barely makes any sense."

"Language, Percy," Mom said. "Let's take a seat and gather ourselves, then we can talk about a way to make things work."

Mom walked away, guiding me through my new house, and I tried my best to ignore how she had nothing covering her bottom half.

I took a seat across from a topless Estelle who had her arms crossed to cover her tits. I could swear I saw a little bit of liquid dripping down her tits but I wasn't sure. "Estelle, how are you..."

"Alive?" She asked. "Here? This old?"

I sighed. "Let's go with all of the above."

"I remember how things really went," Estelle explained. "With you disappearing the week after the Sky fell, and monsters coming to our house the next day. But I also remember an alternate reality of sorts. I remember a timeline where the Sky never fell, where Tartarus never got angry. You got married to Annabeth when I was 8, but you two didn't have any kids yet, but I'm pretty sure there was a story there. Jason died during Apollo's quest, and well, life was mostly normal, although it was fake. I guess because I can only remember that life, I couldn't really tell it was fake, but now that I'm here, I can feel the difference."

"So, your memories are just a reconstruction of what was essentially supposed to happen if the whole war with Tartarus never happened?" I asked.

"Yeah," Estelle said. "Now, I know we need to make some plans, but can we please get changed into some proper clothes or something?"

"Of course, where are your clothes anyways, they said it'd be here?" I asked.

Mom spoke up. "We got a message on our watches. Our clothes are placed in the closet in your bedroom, which can only be opened by you, and we can't be in there unless you're there as well."

"Of course, they just wanted you to be in this... Outfit for longer," I realized angrily, getting up. "Where is my room?"

Estelle stood up and walked ahead of me. "Here, follow me."

I followed Estelle as Mom walked behind me to avoid her bare butt be in my view. We walked up a winding staircase that led to a indoor balcony with a double door.

"Here you go," Estelle said, giving me space to move and open the door.

My bedroom was like a lavish room you'd imagine from a hillside villa. Three of the walls were just straight glass overlooking the rest of the Island, and the last wall was the door to the bathroom and a large walk-in closet.

Mom went to open the closet but the door wasn't budging.

"I guess this door can only be opened by me as well," I said, opening the door to the closet.

Mom and Estelle immediately went in, and I closed the door behind them.

As I waited for them, I looked through the glass windows. Honestly, this place would've been beyond my dreams if it wasn't so perverse, I wish I was here under better circumstances.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the closet door, and I turned around and opened the closet.

Mom was wearing a grey oversized shirt which stretched over her tits and white briefs, while Estelle wore a black bra and black sweatpants.

"Was there nothing else to wear?" I asked after a moment.

"This was the best we could make do," Estelle admitted as she sat on my full-size bed. "I literally can't wear a bra if she's wearing one, and she can't wear one if I'm wearing one."

I immediately understood the problem. "It's what they meant by saying you were the same person."

Mom nodded. "No person would wear two of the same clothing."

"But what about one of you wears an undershirt and the other wears a polo?" I asked.

"It didn't work, we tried," Estelle said.

I sat on a beanie bag. "How far does this Transformation go?"

Mom got up, and I ignored the wetness of her shirt around her tits. "That's... A great question we really need the answer for. Percy, can you open the bathroom for us?"

I opened and closed the door for them, then I waited till they knocked, and I opened the door.

"So, if one of us chooses to take a piss, the other will uncontrollably piss at the same time," Estelle said embarrassedly as she sat down again. "I'd assume that goes for things like arousal and pain because the Fates are freaks like that."

"Estelle, they're probably listening right now..." I warned softly. "Not that you're wrong, but right now let's calm down with the vitriol until we get a little more settled. Do you guys have the same Charis and Drachma level as well?"

"Yup," Estelle said. "As far as anything is concerned, we're basically a 2-in-1 package."

I shuddered at the perverseness of the Fates. No wonder the Greeks kept it in the family the way they did, the Fates probably rigged it against them.

"We're going to fix this," I said determinedly.

"How?" Mom asked. "And Percy, honey, I'm not asking because I don't have hope, I'm asking because you need a game plan. You saw what happened to Hazel, and that was just off of luck. If we're going to get out of this alive, you're going to need to play to win."

I thought about it for a moment. I understood what Mom was saying, she was telling me that I'd have to show favoritism to the people I trusted the most to keep the future safe.

"You're right, Mom," I said after a moment of deep thought. "After all, even though I'm not going to have sex with the people I want to win, the 6 'winners' and I will essentially be the next Olympian Council."

"You'll shape the world in your image, with you and them as the heads of it," Estelle agreed. "You have to think long term."

"Obviously, you'll be first, Mom," I said. "You too as well, Estelle, though I guess you two are a single Contestant."

"I'm guessing you want Annabeth second?" Mom asked.

"Definitely," I said. "There's no one I trust more."

"Percy..." Mom began. "I'm going to say this nicely. There's a reason the Fates made one of her options to be jealous of everyone around you. She is a great woman, but especially now, you have to be aware of her flaws. I wouldn't be surprised if she's making plans for all of us to have negative Charis so that she's the only winner."

"So are you saying to kick her off the list?" I asked with a hint of anger.

"Oh, never," Mom said. "I'm just telling you to not mention the list around her, she might target anyone else on the list so as to be your only Queen."

"Alright," I acquiesced. "What do you think about Hazel?"

"I don't know her well, but from what I can tell she is a good friend of yours?" Mom asked.

"Hazel and Perce are great friends," Estelle said. "In my timeline I remember they had a nice sibling dynamic going, and Mom I think you let her babysit me when I was a kid."

"I can trust Hazel to do the right thing," I said. "Even at the cost of her own life."

"If the two of you and my alternate timeline likes her, Hazel's good for me," Mom said. "Rachel is definitely good, especially with her perk helping us out."

"I agree," I said. "I think Clarisse is a good next pick. She's trustworthy, and she'll bring the abrasiveness a new Olympian Council would need."

We all took a moment to ponder the absurdity of that statement.

"A demigod and two mortals deciding the roster for the next Olympian Council," I laughed. "Zeus would throw a fit."

Mom shook her head at my thoughts while hiding a grin herself.

"I can't think of anyone from the remaining four I'd love to pick as the 6th," I admitted. "Zoë is the most appetizing, but I also understand that she has a very... Anti-male outlook on life that might be just straight up misandric. Medusa might be a good pick but I'd have to get a new vibe on her without the Curse. Hermes might be a good pick, but again, I need to get a vibe off of him. Hera is just straight up not the move."

"Before we go to sleep," Mom said as she yawned. "Percy, how do you plan on helping us win?"

"I don't know, I'll make things easier for you somehow?" I said-asked. "I'll **** the Fates to change the rules or something, I'll find a way."

"Percy," Mom admonished. "They're the fucking Morai. You can't browbeat them into submission just like that, I'm not sure that's even possible. You have to trick the game."

I looked at her in confusion. "Are you telling me to- to have... sex with you?"

"No!" Mom exclaimed, appalled. "I'm saying that we've seen it's possible to gain Charis without going all the way, Hazel proved it, and that's great. Hazel is one of the people you want to see up. Game the system, Percy."

"Like right now, I'm going to game the system," Estelle said, reaching behind her. "Look at my tatas, Percy."

In a flourish, she unclipped her bra and threw it to the floor uncaringly, presenting her tits slowly dripping milk.

The TV in the room lit up.

Sally or Estelle Blofis-Jackson voluntarily showed her breasts to The Master (+1 Charis (+1 for ****))

"You shouldn't have done it so bluntly, Estelle," Mom admonished. "But she's right, Percy. We won't have sex, but we need to get ahead, and we need to do it now."

She took her shirt off, and once again, the TV lit up.

Sally or Estelle Blofis-Jackson voluntarily showed her breasts to The Master (+1 Charis (+1 for ****))

"T-t-you're my mom and sister!" I exclaimed. "Why are you showing me your- your tits like this?"

"Do you think we particularly want to?" Mom asked. "We have to, Percy! If we don't, the fucking exhibitionist slut Hera can just walk around naked and get ahead of us, and if we hold onto too many morals in this fucked up place we'll just get fucked like Gabrielle! Do you want us to be like Gabrielle? I don't care for that asshole but right now she's sleeping in a little room next to the communal kitchen, and she's going to wake up bright and early and prepare food for everyone while wearing a slutty maid dress and being available for anyone else on this perverted Island to use for their own personal pleasure! If you want us to become slutty versions of ourselves that have no agency whatsoever beyond being your slaves, then sure, I'll wear my shirt again!"

Mom angrily grabbed her shirt and was about to slide it back on when I stopped her.

"I'm sorry, Mom," I said. "You're - well, you're right, but I'm angry that you're right. It's just that I want us to come out of this bullshit week whole and in a new world which works the way we want to make it work, but I don't want to do it the way this Island wants us to do it."

"I'm right there with you, Percy," Mom said, damn near sobs. "Just give me one way, one way, that we can do this without bending our morals."

"I wish I knew one," I said, giving her a hug.

I ignored her milk and tears soaking my shirt so I could comfort her, and after a moment, Estelle joined in on the hug.

"Let's make new rules as a family," Mom said as she broke the hug and wiped her eyes. "We can all go topless around each other, ok?"

"Yes, Mom," Estelle and I said.

"Secondly, I want you to start drinking our milk, Percy," Mom said, and she rushed through my rebuttal. "Yes, I know, that's just straight inappropriate, and I shouldn't have to do that, but I have some counterpoints. Firstly, with how Estelle and I can't both wear bras at the same time, our milk is just dripping down our bodies. Sure, whichever one of us that's wearing a bra has some extra time, but I know that if you pick up the bra Estelle was wearing is drenched right now."

I sighed. "Your next point?"

"We'll need the Charis," Sally said. "Right now, we have 4 Charis, which isn't great if we want this done as fast as possible. Especially with how taking our tops off is most definitely not a repeatable gain."

"Fine," I agreed. "I'll do it. Why are you even... Lactating anyways?"

"Our Transformation," Estelle said. "We're going to lactate around anyone that we think would be a great dad, that doesn't necessarily need to be about our own kids."

"Oh," I said. "That makes sense."

Mom layed down on the bed. "Come, Percy, let's just go to bed now, and you can drink some from the both of us."

"I'll sleep on the floor," I volunteered. "You two can make use of the bed, and I'll... Drink from you tomorrow."

Suddenly, there was a ding on Mom's and Estelle's watches.

"If Contestant(s) do not sleep in the same bed as The Master on their night, Contestant(s) may be liable to a Punishment Transformation, or a Transformation Upgrade." Mom read from her watch.

Estelle jumped onto the bed, facing Mom and leaving space for me in between them. "Percy, get on the damn bed."

I reluctantly took my spot and hesitantly gave Mom's nipple a little lick. Her milk was slightly sweet, with a nice creamy texture and just the nicest amount of warmth that almost made me want to just fall asleep.

There was a ding as the TV lit up, and I looked up at it.

Sally or Estelle Blofis-Jackson is breastfeeding The Master (+0.5 Charis/hr (+1 for ****)(-1 for Maternal basis))

Mom sighed. "And here I was apprehensive that my nights of falling asleep while one of my babies drank my milk was over."

I looked at her in confusion. "Why apprehensive?"

Mom smiled. "Being the mother to the two of you is my greatest achievement, every single step was a blessing. But beyond that I think it's also my Transformation making me want more kids." She shook her thoughts away. "Anyways, continue drinking, it's a nice feeling to sleep to."

I tentatively licked another drop of milk of her nipple.

"Oh, gods, just go all in, you were never this hesitant as a child," Mom groaned, then she pushed my head into her tit, and Estelle immediately pushed forward, squishing me. "C'mon, Percy."

I started sucking earnestly but calmly, and Mom sighed happily.

"Goodnight, Estelle and Percy," she said as she slowly fell asleep.

I mumbled my goodnight back.

"Goodnight, Mom," Estelle responded. "Don't feel shy to turn around in the middle of the night and drink some of my milk, I wanna see how it feels. Goodnight, Percy."

I decided to just turn around and start drinking from her, and slowly, the three of us fell asleep.

POST CREDIT SCENE

The Three Fates sat around in the jacuzzi and looked straight at the camera.

"Quite the day, right?" Lachesis asked the audience. "It'll only get crazier from here."

"But before we get into tomorrow," Clotho said.

"We'll have to see how the rest of the Contestants spent the last few hours of the night."