Endgame, Part 7: The Prestige

Behind the Scenes, Some Time Ago

Mortimer enters into his Vegas penthouse, his final show for the evening done. He enjoys the final show of every evening the most of all. That is the adults only performance, the one where he gets to bang his assistants on stage.

He heads to the showers, to wash the stink of the show sweat and cum off of him; a couple of his sluts (the names don’t matter) join him, wash him down, worship his cock like he deserves. Then he face-fucks them, as he deserves. He drags them out of the shower when he’s clean and done. They dry him, dressing him in a comfortable robe. They remain nude, being the eye candy he deserves.

His dinner is set before him before his throne. He sits and one of his sluts (again, the name doesn’t matter) strokes his cock from under the table. His steak is perfectly medium rare. Delicious.

And then his evening is ruined by the appearance of that bitch that dragged him out of that one party.

“I’m not interested.”

The mermaid bitch starts to speak, only to be cut off again, “I said I’m not interested.”

Mortimer tries to speak again, only to feel the tell-tale silencing magic used by the Hotel. The mermaid smiles, then tries again, “Hi, I’m Beckie Petersen, the most talented and beautiful Host Harem Hotel has ever seen. I assume the dumb fish whose body this is did something to you when you were guest judging our first challenge? Doesn’t matter. I’m here to offer you an opportunity. A second chance at those tits you were admiring at the event. Interested?”

Finding he can speak again, he considers the offer. Tina’s tits are wasted on Birdbrain. “Sure. What do I have to do?”

Mystical Mortimer, Master of the Magical Arts, Now

Mortimer has all of his equipment set up. His psyop magician assistant is busy demoralizing Tina before the contest even begins. And the crowd of people jaded by “real magic” is already gathered. Mortimer will get his second chance at fucking those tits without the bird head soon.

Tina

“No, you don’t eat my soul, you feathered devil!”

“No, you don’t eat my soul, your long-eared demon!”

Tina finally, finally, waves her hands, tired of this argument. “Ok, agree to disagree. What’s going on?”

“Oh, okay. I’m Birdbrain. I used to have a real-person name, back when I was a real person, but I’ve forgotten it. I can only remember like 5 things at once! Anyways, Master is challenging you to a magic-off. A stage magic-off. No real magic. We go until you give up! Then Master gets to own you! Maybe he’ll purge you of being an evil rabbit demon. Uh, can you tell me how to get to the magician’s changing room? I’ve forgotten.”

After giving Birdbrain directions, Tina surveys what she has to work with. Unfortunately, all she has is the same half-broken junk from the Silver Dollar Theatre. She at least knows how to get around the junk, being **** to use it for so long before the show. She needs an assistant for any of them. Kind of hard to activate the devices while inside them.

Birdbrain squawks on the backstage P.A. system “Five minutes until the first round!”

And I don’t have time to find one. Cutie, I’m gonna need some help here. Tina grabs a deck of cards, hoping her prestidigitation skills haven’t gotten too rusty. And that Harper will be there soon.

Birdbrain

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Llamas and Gnus, put your hands together for Mystical Mortimer, Master of the Magical Arts!”

“Thank you Birdbrain. Aren’t her tits fantastic folks? Seriously, prepare to be amazed as I pull a magnificent magnitude of miracles! Behold!”

Squeeeeee! Master praised my tits! They’re all I’m good for! Birdbrain thrusts her tits forward to show them off more. Master is so strong and sexy and someone I am totally into. He tells me so, so it must be true!

“Well, it seems my assistant is too enamored by me to pay attention. I said, Birdbrain, that I need you to fetch my magic hat!”

Oh, stupid me! I need to fetch Master’s hat! Birdbrain finds the magic hat in the magic bag (giving the audience a good look at her tuchus) and hands it to Master. Master rewards her with a tit groping. Master puts his magic hat on the magic table and pulls out a number of red feathered doves from it. Why do those doves look so familiar?

Tina

Oh, gawd! It’s that flock of Francis! Whyyyyyyyy?

Tina just has a deck of cards and a dream right now. But, if there is one thing she can act like a professional at, it’s shitty magic show gigs. “Ladies and miscellaneous, hello! I’m Tina, Titan of Trickery! Follow me on Insta-Thot for hot Tina action! For my first trick, I need a volunteer from the audience! You, sir. You look like a personable chap. Care to lend a cutie like me a helpful hand?”

The man walks up to the stage and Tina leans down, her bare breasts hanging over the stage, as she presents the man a fanned out deck of playing cards. “Pick a card, any card. Show the audience what cha grabbed. If you can keep your eyes off of me long enough, that is.” Tina gives the man a wink.

The man selects his card and shows the audience. Tina watches where the man puts it back in the deck. She starts shuffling, counting riffles and watching her work. Soon, she distracted the crowd enough and got the card to the very bottom of the deck. She squeezes the deck, popping the cards up in the air until one remains.

“Is this your card?”

“Excellent body. Good showmanship. Trick is a little... pedestrian. Is that truly the best you can do?”

Morty taunts from his end of the stage, “Just give up, you dumb slut. You’ll never out-perform me!”

I got this. I just need an assistant. “I’ve only just begun to magic!”

Mortimer

This has been so frustrating. The dumb slut is too dumb to know that she’s been beaten. While I am performing amazing tricks, she’s playing with sleight of hand and card tricks like an amateur. Yet she still persists. After dozens of rounds. I’m running out of stuff in my act. Why doesn’t she just give up?

“You, Birdbrain, give me a hand job. You remember how to do that, right?”

Harper

“Very impressive, Mistress.”

Harper sighs. Today has been long, and we still have more to go. “Thank you, Nyadia. How’s Tina and Scarlet doing?”

“Ms. Smythe continues to converse with the screen. Ms. Campbell continues to intermittently perform maintenance on some equipment, stepping out to perform some other task.” Honey drones.

“And the others, any sign of Daph or Mattie or Aelene or Josie or Skye?”

“No. But they should be adequate. You have already successfully assisted them. I presume you are trying to hold us in reserve for as long as possible?”

“Yeah, Honey. That’s the plan. You three doing okay for now?”

“Bored.” Glitterdust moans.

The other two are more helpful, at least. Nyadia states, “Hoping to show you how I can serve, Mistress.” While Honey buzzes, “I am content, Mate.”

“Stay frosty. I’m going to check on Tina, I guess?”

Harper hops over to Tina’s door as Honey asks, “What does ‘Stay Frosty’ mean, Mate? You are not excreting pheromones indicating that you are experiencing cold...”

Then, Harper is in a smoky smelling room, watching Tina try to fix a magician’s box thing? The sea elf doesn’t know much about the practicalities of stage magic. “Ahem.”

Tina turns around and hops up. “Oh, hey, cutie. ‘Bout time you showed up. I need an assistant!” Tina explains the scenario. Huh. That challenge makes a lot of sense.

Mortimer

What’s this? The dumb slut found some help? She’s almost as stacked as the dumb slut is. Too bad she’s blue.

“Surely, the audience is ready for the show to be over, dumb slut. Care to surrender before you embarrass yourself with yet another card trick?”

“Actually, Morty, we got a real trick. A doozy. You gonna start repeating?” the dumb slut taunts.

“Of course not, I have plenty of tricks left in the bank.” Monty lies through his teeth. He really only has one more; he’s burned through his entire repertoire while the dumb slut played card tricks. “For example, I shall now make Birdbrain here levitate!”

Tina

While Morty does his levitation trick, Tina mentally runs Harper through the feat they are about to pull. Tina is quite happy that Harper ritually cast Telepathic Bond while they were alone backstage; it helps for things like this. “Okay, cutie, I’m gonna vamp for a bit, then load you up into the guillotine rig. Drape your coat over the shell. Once you are set in, I’m gonna spin the guillotine so they can see the shell. Then I pull the lever; the blade drops, as does the trap door under you. You’ll need to crawl under the set to position yourself under the trick table there. I vamp some more with the fake severed head in the bag, then I place it on the table. You need to catch the head and put your head in the bag. Once you look ready, I remove the bag, and you scream. Got it?”

Harper nods. “Got it.”

Morty is done. The audience politely claps. They have slowly warmed up to Tina’s charms and cooled on Morty’s misogyny.

“Hello, folks! Tina, Titan of Trickery, here with a special act. We have discovered the secrets of immortality! My Mistress here is basically a super sexy goddess! Say Hi, cutie!”

Tina rolls her eyes at Harper saying “Hi, Cutie!”

“To prove it, I got this here guillotine! C’mon, cutie, into the deadly, deadly implement.”

Tina barely keeps it together as the two of them improv Harper not wanting to go into the trick execution device. Harper lets Tina “catch” her before they took it too far. Her fake struggles are pretty good too (I should film some Insta-Thot videos with her when we are done).

“It’s okay, cutie! We’ll glue your head back on and you’ll be as good as new! Ready?” Tina slips on the sack mask.

“No?!?!?!” Harper mumbles through the mask.

Tina sees Harper is ready to be spun, so the device is spun. Then, Tina puts it to the crowd, “Well, audience, should I pull the lever?”

“Pull the lever” the crowd, plus Birdbrain, cheer. So, the lever is pulled. The chunky blade falls, as does Harper. And the fake head.

Tina gently, lovingly picks up the head. “Oh, cutie, you are doing so good. Just gotta let the blood restabilize. Let me go set you down.” Tina winks at the fake head once she’s at the table, seeing Harper in the hole underneath. Harper catches the fake head and sits up.

“Okay cutie, I think your blood’s done sloshing. Ready to greet your adoring fans?”

Harper’s scream is so good. She’s a natural at this. The crowd and Birdbrain give Tina a standing ovation. Tina takes a bow. The curtain falls.

Birdbrain

“Wow! You are amazing, you long-eared devil! That was the best performance I have ever seen, I think! I forget a lot of stuff, since I can only remember, like 5 things. Master, you should take lessons on how to magic from Tina!”

Birdbrain doesn’t understand why Master is so mad at her. She’s only trying to help. Master yanks her face so he can stare her down, then yells at her, “You stupid, worthless bird brain! We’re trying to beat her, not praise her! If you can’t be helpful, shut your trap.”

Birdbrain shakes her head against his grip, wanting Master to understand that she will be a good girl. By the time he lets go, Tina glued her Mistress’s head back on. It’s super impressive. Birdbrain can’t even see the seam.

Harper

Before Tina heads back to prep another trick, Harper stops this Mortimer character, “May I have a word, sir?”

“What do you want?”

“I was hoping to talk you into conceding.”

Mortimer laughs. Really, truly laughs. “And why would I want to give up getting those tits over there for myself?”

“I love Tina with as much of my heart as I can, with it split 10 ways. From what I’ve seen from you, you are incapable of treating her right. I’ve just got back from killing two Masters in this challenge. You take Tina from me? I will come for you to get her back. And it will NOT be pretty for you.”

The man laughs in Harper’s face again. Then, he suddenly turned ashen. Mortimer’s Tina squawks, “Oh, wow! That’s scary.”

Harper glances over her shoulder. It looks like someone is showing film of her fights with Frances and evil Skye. “You... you... you... you really did that? You killed them?” Mortimer stammers.

“Aye. I’ll do whatever it takes to save me and mine.” What little blood left in Mortimer’s face drains.

Mortimer barks, “Birdbrain, with me. We’re leaving.” The two turn to exit as the room turns white.

“And one more thing, Mortimer. Your harem members are people, not sex objects. If you keep treating them as less than people, I’ll be making a visit. Fare thee well.”

The two disappear as Ms. E, in bunny form, awaits. “You meant that, Ms. O’Connor?”

“You know I do.”

“Very well, I’ll let you know when Mortimer needs a visit. Not if, when. For now, Ms. Campbell needs an exit. Are you going to spare some XP to get Tina up to the level cap, Ms. O’Connor?”

Harper pulls out her DM tablet and gives Tina 24 XP, then grants her a final witch level. Tina gets a little more HP, the Banishment spell as her final spell pick, and the Elemental Adept feat for Fire damage. Harper holds out for taking her level, seeing as she’s currently topped up and may want to use the level-up as a full restore after Scarlet’s challenge. With a final kiss, she heads back to the hub room.

Tina

“So, what can I do for my exit?” Tina muses aloud.

Tina listens to the rules, the idea that she gets to make anything she’d want, within reason. Obviously, Tina’s first ideas were all too ****. Apparently, being the world’s best stage magician is too big a change for an exit transformation. Well, there is always the wish...

They settle on a final change eventually:

Do You Believe in Magic? – In a young bunny’s heart? Tina can make her illusions into semi-reality. When she casts an illusion spell of 1st Level or higher, she can use her bonus action to choose one inanimate, nonmagical object that is part of the illusion and make that object solid. The object remains solid for up to 1 hour (even past the length of the spell), depending on how erotic and sexual the object is. So, completely mundane objects last a minute, but a sex object like a Sybian will last the hour. The object can’t deal damage or otherwise directly harm anyone. It can and should be used to get someone off (Sorceress – Exit Transformation)

Tina hops onto a manifested couch and pets the producer bunny. I wonder who’s left...