Results

As soon as Zoë exited the stage, the one-way glass dropped, and I was able to see everyone again.

True to my expectations, Annabeth, Lucia, and Juno were angry, Sadie was slightly upset, and everyone else seemed pretty neutral.

"Let's begin!" Lachesis said. "Because my sisters did all the managing for the Game itself, I'll be the one doing all this. Now, let's explain how we'll get to the results. Percy here will judge each of your lap dances based on Objectivity and Subjectivity, from 0-10. Obviously, that doesn't make a lot of sense, so lemme explain it simply. The first is how much Percy's little head liked your lap dance, and the second is how much his big head liked your lap dance. If you want an explanation as to why you have been given your grade, you can ask after he grades you. Percy, how would you rate Annie's lap dance?"

I lost control of my mouth, and it started speaking. "Objectively, 6. Subjectively, 8."

"What?" Annabeth asked. "Why didn't I get full marks for Subjective!? And what was wrong with my lap dance?"

I winced as my mouth spoke on my behalf. "First, I was feeling slightly uncomfortable with how you were talking, especially after we had sex the other day. Second, your lap dance was good, especially with the twist the tail brought, however, your attitude and roughness lowered my enjoyment."

"Ooh, shots fired," Lachesis said. "Will there be trouble in the lovers' paradise? Either way, it's time to move onto Sally! Honestly, I'm so disappointed in the fact that you got suuuuch a nice dress, and you won't even be able to grind on Percy until he paints that dress white. Regardless, you didn't do anything, so you won't get a rating. Percy, let's talk about Amphitrite's spicy lap dance, how'd you like it?"

"Objectively, 10. Subjectively, 4," I winced as my voice damned me.

"Why the fuck is her Subjectivity so high!?" Annabeth asked.

"I agree on that Objectivity grade," Lachesis said. "Amphy was killing it out there. And if you're not the Contestant who just got graded, don't speak. If you do, I'll get mad at you. Anywho, we've got Clarisse next. What have you got to say about Clarisse, Percy?"

"Objectively, 6. Subjectively, 3."

Clarisse winced as I gave my robotic answer.

"Ooh, that answer must've hurt," Lachesis said. "Either way, the show goes on, and our next Contestant is Rachel! Percy, say your truth!"

"Objectively, 10. Subjectively, 6."

"That's not a score that'll go well with everyone," Lachesis said. "Looking at you, Annie. But, I do understand why Rachel got all that, she was pulling all the strings on that stage! Unfortunately, the next Contestant is Juno, and vapid bitch that she is, she just left without getting on his lap. So fuck her, and according to Percy here, fuck Lucia too, her eyes look too much like Kronos'. Sadie here was NOT a good doggy, and she didn't participate either. Lastly, we have Zoë, with her tender loving lap dance. Percy, the floor is yours."

"Objectively, 9. Subjectively, 8," I shook my head as I finally regained control over my tongue. "Fuck you, Lachesis."

"What a score," Lachesis ignored me. "With that, let's look at everyone's results!"

Game 2 Results

1) Zoë Nightshade (17/20)(+12 Charis)(+300 Drachma)(+1 TF)

2) Rachel Elizabeth Dare (16/20)(+9 Charis)(+300 Drachma)

3) Annabeth Chase (14/20)(+6 Charis)(+300 Drachma)

3) Amphitrite (14/20)(+6 Charis)(+300 Drachma)

4) Clarisse LaRue (9/20)(+3 Charis)(+200 Drachma)

9) Sally Jackson (0/20)(-12 Charis)(+100 Drachma)(+1 PTF)

9) Juno (0/20)(-12 Charis)(+100 Drachma)(+1 PTF)

9) Lucia Castellan (0/20)(-12 Charis)(+100 Drachma)(+1 PTF)

9) Sadie Kane (0/20)(-12 Charis)(+100 Drachma)(+1 PTF)

"The first Transformation shall be assigned," Atropos said. "Zoë Nightshade, this is your Transformation."

I Am The Stars: When Zoë Nightshade died, she joined the stars. As a star, Zoë can now turn her anger or lust into an aura around her, effecting anyone near her.

Zoë looked down at herself in astonishment as she changed slightly.

"This is astonishing," Zoë said slowly.

"Enjoy seeing the world from the skies," Lachesis said. "Sally, your turn."

No Fucking Option: Sally Jackson must be fucked without her permission by Perseus once a day, or lose 4 Charis.

Mom looked away from everyone, blushing deeply.

"Moving on from the horny mother," Lachesis rolled her eyes. "Juno, your PTF today will absolutely demolish you."

Phantom Pleasure 2.0: A ghostly copy of Perseus' dick will always be in Juno's anus. For every orgasm the phantom brings her to, she'll lose 10 Charis.

"Uh!" Juno moaned in a cross of pain and pleasure as her ass was spread, and she glared at all of us. "If you even think about having sex, Perseus..."

"Your end as an Olympian Goddess nears," Atropos said. "Lucia, here is your PTF."

Puppet: Towards the end, Lucia's body was controlled by Kronos. Every morning, someone will wake up with a voodoo doll of Lucia, for them to use as they want throughout the day.

"So, anyone can control me?" Lucia asked, fright in her voice.

"No, only whoever has your doll," Clotho said unconcernedly. "Sadie, may this PTF help you to new beginnings."

Breeding Bitch: One day per Season, Sadie will fall into heat, during which she'll have a 100% chance of conception.

"Help me to new beginnings?" Sadie asked. "Are you fucking serious?"

"What you do with the Transformations offered is not our concern," Clotho said. "Giving you what you need is our only concern."

Having said that, the Fates flashed away.

I sighed. "I think we can all agree that it's been a long day, can't we? Let's all just go back, maybe have some dinner, then sleep."

"I want to talk about what happened first," Annabeth glared at Rachel, Zoë, Amphitrite, and I. "There's been one set of rules here, why can't you guys follow it?"

"You know what?" Clarisse asked. "I'm sick and tired of your bullshit, Chase. I'm not the only one, everyone here is just absolutely tired of the same bullshit you keep on peddling."

"Is it bullshit, arf?" Annabeth asked angrily. "Cuz, to me, it seems like you're aiming at my boyfriend, WOOF!"

"So what?" Rachel asked. "You know the rules have changed, accept it, girl!"

"No!" Annabeth exclaimed with a bark. "He's mine, he's always been mine! Only mine, I'm not sharing him with you fuckers! WOOF!"

"Sally's new PTF means that if she goes without Perseus for a day, she risks Demotion," Amphitrite said. "Would you deny Sally her daughter?"

"Aunt Sally isn't you guys," Annabeth said, her jaw tight. "If she wants him, she can have him, arf."

"What about me?" Clarisse asked. "I've missed Silena for so long, and this is my once chance to get her back. Or Amphitrite, who dropped to her knees for her daughters? A goddess! On her knees! What about Zoë, she wants Artemis? What about Percy, who wants all of us back?"

"You want to know what, arf?" Annabeth asked, leaning forward. "I'm being edged, and I can't cum, unless someone fucks Perseus, arf! I'd rather not orgasm again rather than let one of you hussies that want Percy even touch him again, WOOF!"

"Annabeth, I'm sorry, but you're going too far," Mom said, and Annabeth spun to look at her in surprise. "If you demanded your position above everyone else and let everything else play out, I would've agreed with you. Instead, you chose to work against everyone, you chose to make Perseus do things he didn't want to, you chose to attempt to benefit from the love I have for you, you're doing too much!"

Annabeth looked at all of us, then she left the building in a huff, and I chased after her.

"Annabeth!" I called out as I started walking next to her. "Talk to me, Wise Girl."

"What, you didn't wanna spend some time with your hoes?" Annabeth asked with an angry yip.

"Who do you want to bring here?" I asked, choosing not to rise to her bait.

"... Thalia and Athena," Annabeth admitted.

I winced internally at her wanting to bring Athena, but I didn't argue about that, and we walked slowly. "I understand why you don't want them to touch me, you know?"

"Then why did you have all those tender moments with them, arf?" Annabeth asked in a calmer tone.

"I care for them, I really do," I admitted. "Sure, if you had a different opinion, that care would probably be romantic, but right now, I simply care for them a lot. I know you remember how traumatized we were after getting away from the Pit."

"Of course, but why does that matter?" Annabeth asked.

"Everyone on this Island is a tie to the life I had before the Pit tortured me for years," I said simply. "I know you guys thought I was dead, but the truth is far worse. Those years, Wise Girl. Gods, they were..."

I wiped a tear away. "Everyone in this Island, I saw them die. Even fucking Juno. I've seen my father die, I've seen Athena die, I've seen Hades die, I've even seen Dionysus die. Do you know why Juno hates me?"

"No," Annabeth said in a small voice.

"After each god died in the upper world, they reincarnated from the Pit's skin," I explained. "They came out in their Greek forms, and the Pit took me to watch each of their deaths. Juno doesn't remember, but just like everyone else except for a few gods, they thought I was working with the Pit. I saw the Pit kill each of them, then throw their bodies into the Chaos, to make sure they wouldn't resurrect. So, yes, I have tender moments with them, because I miss who I was before I saw them die."

"I don't think any of us remember how we died, Percy," Annabeth said softly. "I know I don't."

I sighed. "What's your last memory?"

"Arf, I was on the way back from New Rome," Annabeth said. "Nico was busy, so I was about to hitch a ride on Blackjack, yip."

"That was a week before your ****," I said tightly. "If Clarisse and you remembered that week, neither of you would treat the other this way."

"Are you saying I would've let her sleep with you, arf?" Annabeth asked incredulously.

"I'm saying you would've offered," I said, and Annabeth's jaw dropped. "And she would've rejected it unless it was necessary, which it very nearly is now."

Annabeth's face settled back into a frown. "I'm not doing that, Percy. I can't, arf. I don't care what you know, that's just not something I can do, arf!"

I sighed. "I won't tell you what to do, Annabeth. I just hope you understand."

"I do," Annabeth said.

I started walking away.

"Oh, and Percy?" Annabeth called, and I turned to look at her. "I'm thankful you made it out of the Pit."

I walked away without telling her the truth.

If it was only about me, I would've rather died.