The Book of Air

Today's Out of This World Chapter is Brought to You and Written by Skar4114

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"Great, we're not back yet! Where the fuck are we?" Asked a pissed off Cleopatra.

"It seems we are in some kind of arcade." Said Stan, in a more controlled tone.

Indeed, they were instantly surrounded by light and bombarded by sound as an incredible number of machines ringed and blinked and an even greater number of people played games in a humongous indoors arcade. Floor and walls made of smooth metal, a futuristic grey dominated the background as colorful lights assaulted their senses.

"Who cares, we have to get moving before Skylar catches up to us! Where's Molly?" Cleo answered as they both looked around for their companion, quickly finding yet again a completely different person. With a silver futuristic dress, green hair and light purple skin, the NPC looked back at them with a customer service smile.

"Welcome to Harem Hotel, how may I... what... shit, not again!" The young woman said as she looked down at herself to see all of the changes she'd gone through. The girl started cursing as she picked up a nearby bench and drove it in on the closest pinball machine.

"I know you're pissed at getting your own body transformed against your will." Cleo said, gesturing to herself. "I get it, I do, but we got more pressing problems at the moment, like the crazy goth god coming after us, so let's go!"

The Queen of the Nile grabbed both her companions' hands and sprinted off into the crowd. As they left a trail of confused or pissed off hotel NPCs in their wake, the group dashed as far away from their pursuer as possible.

That is, until they were all quite literally thrown off their feet and sent tumbling up into the ceiling.

"What in the hell..."

As Cleo got to her bearings, she saw a middle eastern girl standing on a basketball court, impatiently waiting for them to move. She had sun kissed skin, similar to Cleopatra, dark intense eyes and a slim but fit physique. The girl's ebony hair was held in a braid, a braid which was hanging upside down as the four of them were standing on the ceiling.

"Do you mind?! I'm trying to play some solo games of zero-G basketball here."

"Who do you think you are, insolent brat?" Cleo barked, standing back up... ehr... down, shit this is confusing. "I am Cleopatra, queen of Egypt, and I will be talked down by no one!"

"I am Ariadne, professional street rat, and I answer to no king or queen." The girl answered defiantly.

"Ok girls, that's quite enough, don't you think?" Stan stepped in before things got ugly, as both women stared each other down intently. "We're fleeing from our show's host, so if you could just point us to an exit, we'll be on our way."

"You're fleeing from Chrissi?"

"No we're running from Skylar." Molly piped up.

"Who's Skylar?"

"Our season's host." The girl answered.

Ariadne arched an eyebrow.

"Look, we were meddling on some secret places we technically shouldn't be in, trying to get some information to..." Cleo began her half-hearted explanation.

"I'm in." Ariadne said.

"...what?"

"You're saying I get a chance to piss off a host? I'm in. I've been craving doing that again since day one." She had a sadistic smile on.

"Oh, I like her..." the queen remarked with a smirk.

"You two were almost at each other's throats." Molly said, incredulously.

"Waters and bridges." Cleo said dismissively.

"Alright, you go through the back there to the food court." The self-proclaimed street rat began telling them what to do. "Look for the blonde in pink and ask her for help. She'll help no matter what. Then find the lame green doors, you should be able to escape through them."

"What?" All three dimension hoppers asked at once.

But Stan, noticing a commotion brewing behind them, quickly took the girls by the arms. "Thank you very much, young lady. We gotta go now."

Ariadne only responded with a smirk. As they were leaving, she looked like she'd just remembered something important and extended her hand to the fleeing Cleopatra, grazing the woman's hand with her own.

"You taste like drinking cinnamon coffee in the sun. And it's fucking strong!" Ariadne said. And just like that, a confused Cleopatra darted around a corner and disappeared.

Ariadne turned around and braced herself, as she felt the power cursing in her veins.

Just a few seconds later, a short, punk-rock, blue haired woman rushed through the crowd and jumped into the court, doing a perfect ballerina landing.

"Ey, ey, ey, don't let those intruders escape, contestant girl!"

"Skylar, I presume?" Ariadne stared the woman down, as lewd tattoos began appearing all over the girl's dark skin.

"The one and only! And you're gonna let me pass because you're such a big fan, right?" She flashed a white smile and bat her eyelashes.

"Not a chance in hell." Ariadne felt her need to win grow incredibly. Though she couldn't be sure if it was because of the rare opportunity to kick another host's ass, or something else.

"You have no idea how much that is applicable right now. And you're gonna move. Or I'll make this very sexy, and very not worth your while."

"I'd like to see you try." Ariadne sprinted towards the host. The bluenette let out a war cry as she braced to be tackled by the young woman, until the unexpected happened: Ariadne's shoe laces went loose, she tripped all over herself, and landed on top of Skyler, with her boobs right on the host's face. "Gotcha!" The rogue exclaimed, as both their clothes came alive with tentacles and penetrated both women in every lewd orifice imaginable.

"Oh FUCK, this IS fucking strong!"

***

The trio quickly arrived at the food court, but just as soon found themselves confused and lost yet again. A multitude of people of all different colors and races, some that weren't even human, populated the place, which was also filled with holograms with advertisements for the court's foods as well as Harem Hotel sponsored products.

"How are we even supposed to find a blonde in this crowd?!" Cleo asked angrily.

"Wait, look over there!" Molly pointed over the queen's shoulder. She was pointing to a beautiful black woman with an afro of dyed blond hair, with bubblegum pink lipstick and eye makeup. She was easily noticeable over most of the crowd, so she was either very tall, or was wearing heels.

"It couldn't be that easy... could it?" Stan asked, incredulous.

"Sometimes you gotta have a little faith, Stan. Let's go ask her." Cleo said as she charged forward.

"Is that a little bit of Erica I see rubbing off on you, Cleo?" Stan asked her, but the woman miraculously stayed quiet.

When they reached her, the blond woman was just sitting down to have her meal. She was indeed wearing heels, as well as a form fitting bright pink dress over her well built body.

"Hey, are you the blonde in pink that Ariadne told us about?" Cleo approached her, upfront. The blonde looked at them with confusion and suspicion as the queen continued. "She said you would help us if we asked for help? We're fleeing from our season's host and we wanna get back home before she catches up to us."

"Damn, why did it have to be Hyppolita's night today? She'd be perfect for this. Are you running from—"

"No, we're not running from Chrissi, we're running from Skyler." Molly clarified. "Different seasons, different hosts too."

As she got this new information, the woman entered what the trio could only describe as "mission mode."

"Ok, this is a huge room, so it has a couple exits, including emergency exits. Where did you come from and where are you trying to go?" She listed off, getting up and looking around. Then, like an afterthought, she added: "Oh, and my name is Bianca, by the way."

"Hi, Cleopatra, queen of Egypt." As they shook hands, Bianca looked surprised, then incredulous. "We came from over there and we are trying to find some green door, apparently."

"Green door? Is that to somewhere specific?" The pink bimbo asked, going back to mission mode.

"We don't know either!"

"Wait, that's it!" Molly suddenly exclaimed. "The plain green doors on the food court, they are an entrance to the backstage." She climbed over the table and looked around. "They're over there, there, there and there!"

"How do you know that, Molly?" Stan asked.

"I'm... not sure. I think it's essential knowledge for this hotel's staff, so I know it too. The doors are in a dull green color, so they never call attention while surrounded by all these bright stores and advertisements."

Bianca was impressed. She had never caught on to this trend in the hotel layout, and yet, now that it had been pointed out to her, she could see that the purple girl was right.

Then they all heard a shout over the noise of the crowd.

"Oh Cleo, let's go back home to being one big happy harem, please! You better come willingly or getting turned on from transformations will be the least of your worries!"

"That's her, we gotta go!"

Bianca didn't wait another second, she immediately snatched Molly by the legs and darted towards the nearest green door, with Cleopatra and Stan close behind.

They got to one of those green doors and Bianca put Molly down. The young girl immediately began trying to open it as Bianca stood in front of the trio, preparing herself, not knowing what to expect from this other host. And then she was startled by a high pitched voice right next to her ear:

"Heyyy, Bae-Bi! Whatcha doin'?"

"Gah! Harley, you almost gave me a heart attack!"

At the mention of the name, Molly zoomed around.

"Wait, you're Harley Quinn? THE Harley Quinn?!"

"Who?" Cleo and Stan asked simultaneously in confusion.

"At your pleasure, love." Harleen Quinzel bowed to the young girl, wearing a shit eating grin and her iconic red and black leotard in all of her glory.

"Back to the door Molly!" Cleo shouted.

"Oh, right!"

"Harley, we don't have time to talk," Bianca began, "these people are being chased by a different show's host and we need you to distract her."

"Oh I don't know, Bibi. That didn't go so well for you girls the last time." The clown princess of crime said in a mocking rejection. She's at least willing to negotiate, Bianca thought.

"What about a deal? If you help us, I'll get rid of your condition, what do you say?"

"Condition? What do you mean?" Harley asked, genuinely confused.

"Oh right, you think it was all your idea." Bianca whispered under her breath. Then she said in normal volume, "What I mean is, I'll show you how to start cumming again."

"You got yourself a deal!" The anti-heroine hastily and theatrically shook the bimbo's hand. "But only if I get to do it in your mouth!"

"We'll see about the specifics later, just hurry!"

"Ok, ok, what am I looking for?"

Cleopatra turned to the jester

"She's short, full of piercings, blue hair."

"Gotcha!"

Harley ran off. She jumped and somersaulted over chairs and tables until she saw her mark. She aimed carefully and, with a twirl, she landed her feet right on the chin of the girl with blue hair and tattered clothes.

"What the hell?!"

"Halt right there, evil doer! I will not let you land a hand on those innocent people. Isn't that the line?"

"What the— Harley Quinn?!"

"The one and only!" The clown said, with a wink.

"Get out of my way! Or I'm gonna have to throw a transformation your way to make you move." Skylar threatened.

"You are that **** to see me cum hard, huh? You really can't wait to fuck me?" She said it in an obviously joking tone, but that was the first thing on this chase to give Skylar genuine pause.

"Fuck... Harley Quinn? Fuck an honest to goodness clown? Genuinely fuck one of the sexiest clowns to ever exist?!"

"Oh honey, I'm flattered." Harley winked theatrically.

"No, I must resist temptation..." Despite her refusal, the bluennette was shaking in anticipation. "But, if I did... would you be my mommy?"

"I'll be whatever you want, sugah." Harley ran her hands over her body, her skin-tight clothing leaving very little to the imagination.

"No, no... if you were a host, maybe, but you're just a contestant. I can't stop and give everything away just for sex with a contestant!" Skylar was already horny from the encounter with Ariadne earlier, ardent with need. She wasn't sure she could say no to this obvious dream come true for much longer.

"Who knows, if I ever leave this show and give up my heroic pursuits, maybe I'll come back as a host?" Harley contemplated it for a second, but soon came back to it and turned her charms up to 11. "But that is all future talk, cutie bun, why don't you come to mama and...

Then she fell asleep on the ground as Skylar snapped her fingers.

"I-I'm sorry! I'll comeback and fuck you later, maybe! But this is too important!" The punk host began her chase yet again, then she made a quick turn, took out her phone, and snapped a pic of Harley's ass up in the air in her sleeping form. "For later use."

Then she took off running.

***

The green door led them to the literal backstage of this hotel. Grey walls, pipes and valves lined the atmosphere. The gang encountered several NPCs of the hotel, wearing varying amounts of futuristic clothing, or lack thereof. Their reactions ranged from curious to confused, but they knew better than to approach a contestant on the backstage.

Meanwhile Molly wandered the halls confused.

"I... I think it's this way? I'm sorry, I know it's here somewhere , but I don't have the actual location."

"It's ok Molly," Stan tried to calm her down, "we'll just have to look around until we find it." He began opening the few doors he could find, but they just led them to other areas of the hotel.

"Let's stop wasting time here. I'll just ask someone and they'll tell us." Cleopatra said, clearly impatient. "I'm a contestant, the staff has to obey us. Hey, you, little girl in pink, tell me where the exit to the real backstage is so we can get out of this hotel."

When Bianca and Molly saw who Cleopatra was talking to, their blood froze.

"H-Hey, Cleo..." Molly began

"Hang on Molly, I'm talking to this girl with the weird rollerblades here."

"Cleopatra... she's the stage assistant for this season..." Bianca explained, slowly.

"So?"

"She's Chrissi's right hand woman. Second only to a host."

Cleo carefully turned back to the girl, really taking a look at her for the first time. "Oh..."

The girl was small. Also cute. Barely looked a day over 18, but wore a very infantilizing pink dress, and her red hair was in pigtails. She had big green eyes and freckles, and also wore a waitress apron. But beside all that, the most impressive part of her figure was the fact she was maintaining perfect balance atop a pair of pink rollerblades.

"I... didn't actually mean to say your shoes were weird." Cleo tried to course correct. "They are actually... very cute." She petted the girl.

An awkward silence hung in the hall.

"Susie," Bianca addressed the pink stage assistant. "these people are fleeing from their host and trying to find a way back to their hotel, can you help them?"

Susie considered the idea, turning her head a bit but never letting Cleo leave her gaze.

"... she's not gonna infantilize me and then turn me into a sex doll, is she?"

"No, what kind of crazy shit is that?!" Bianca asked incredulously, too stunned by the random example to actually consider what Susie might do.

"We actually saw it happen." Stan said.

"Multiple times." Then Molly.

"To different people." And Cleo.

"What?! This Skylar is insane!" Bianca exclaimed.

"That's something we can agree on." Susie finally spoke. Her voice was cutesy and tiny, but annoyed at the thought of Skylar. "Chrissi adores her, she's one of her idols in almost every way. I just think she's tacky. All that pink everywhere, all style and no substance, it's weird. I at least change my colors every few days. Now the producers have made her change her style, but she just looks like Eloise now. Don't tell anyone, but to me that says they have a favorite."

"Oh... so you don't like her." Cleopatra said, daring to be hopeful. "That means you're going to help us!"

"Hang on, I didn't say that."

"But you have to help us!" The queen was growing saddened and ****. "We have information that can bring her down, we can finish her show once and for all, and then I will..."

She felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Let me try." Stan said. Everyone else was stunned by the situation, so no one objected. He knelt down to Susie's level and said, "She's not like other hosts. She's not a host at all. Think about it, every host we have met, Skylar, Eloise Bloodmoon, Skipper, Spike, Trevor, as diverse in appearance and style as they may have been, they all had one thing in common: they loved to flaunt their power over us. Contestants, masters, staff, it doesn't matter, no one on the Hotels were safe, and that is because they were all rotten in their core, even the ones that weren't born in a vat.

And Susie here is just doing her thing. Admittedly a very weird thing, a borderline jail baiting thing, but she hasn't hurt anyone. We've seen what a power hungry infantilized woman can look like, after all. I can see it in her eyes. I don't think she was created to be evil. Like me."

"Stan... are you sure?" Cleo whispered. "Our lives depend on this."

"No Cleo, I'm not sure." He looked back at her. "But, sometimes you gotta have a little faith, right?"

Susie let out a little laugh.

"I like you, handsome man. You know, we may have more than that one thing in common, after all."

"Oh yeah, and what's that?"

Without taking her eyes off of his, Susie answered.

"You have beautiful green eyes." Then she lifted a foot and tapped on a spot in the wall three times. A secret door opened, leading to a corridor covered in darkness. "You can go through here, it will lead you where you need to go."

"Thank you." Stan said, simply. He then got up and walked into the darkness confidently.

"Is it just me, or did something weird just happen?" Molly whispered.

"No, that was definitely... something." Bianca whispered back. "I just have no fucking clue what said something was."

Cleopatra quickly followed Stan into the dark corridor and Molly followed suit. She turned back to wave goodbye to the people who helped her, and the last thing she saw was a collapsed Bianca on the ground and Susie frantically trying to close the door before Skylar could get to it. And then her vision was swallowed by darkness.