The Other Racers

“My brother?” Laura sighed, and the harem had started so promising with Mr. Stone there. “Annoying, but to be expected, I suppose." They had the bad boy, so of course they needed the nii-san. She was so not looking forward to the shota.

The Cowgirl gave another of her dopey smiles. “I heard ya’ll were real close. So here we go!”

“The sister, I presume.” Jacob could see the resemblance with Sands.

“Guilty.” The cowgirl blushed. “I’m Sky, yer host!” Her accent butchered the word into ‘S-kuh-eye’

Jacob grimaced, a million comebacks came and died on his tongue.

Game show, aliens.

Harem, sister.

“Oh boy.” He passed up the cowgirl and took a seat next to Laura, who was perched on a throne like a skeleton in an RPG.

“Sup.” She gave him a casual nod.

“Did you do this?”

“I don’t even know what this is, dude.” She shrugged. “It’s like a manga I read one time.”

“Did they do magic to you?”

“Oh yeah, big time.”

“What the fuck?”

“‘’Scuse me,” Sky said sweetly. “I love the brother-sister talk, but I got six more to get through, and we do that and then wag our tongues at each other?”

For some goddamn reason, Jacob felt chastised by that. “Sorry.” He and Laura both sunk into their seats. The Miles siblings, everyone.

“Thank you so much.” Sky gave a big ol grin. She had bright white teeth and a gap between her front two that you could put a coin through.

‘She’s gorgeous.’ Jacob drooled. His dick agreed. She was a plump little country girl with plenty of curves to hold and treasure as he fucked her raw. ‘Why couldn’t it be her?’

He looked over to his sister. It was in that way we all do every few months when we know a person. Just checking to make sure his mental image was correct.

She was a skinny little greenette. Her metabolism was roughly that of a rocket ship. Despite a lifestyle that could best be described as rock-like, she didn’t have an ounce of fat on her. This effect was enhanced thanks to her height 6"same as her brother. To his shame or her glory, they couldn’t decide. Her green hair was tied up in a ponytail, limp and tired.

Her face was pretty but tired. Sleep deprived, with an oily sheen.

He loved her, which he supposed would be a plus. Her biggest turn-off, besides her cleaning habits, had to be the fact that SHE WAS HIS SISTER!

“You weren’t my pick either!” She hissed at him, noticing his gaze.

“… and he’s a great guy, too, Horacio Cortez!” Sky clapped her hands happily.

Onto the stage with the same bewildered look Jacob was sure he’d worn came a portly Hispanic man. He was wearing cargo shorts, and an open blue and green button-up, over a white shirt. His Adidas were yellow 80’s campus style and looked very cool. His face was stumbled with dark hairs decorating his double chin. His dark black hair was gelled into a good-looking mess.

He took a moment to look around and noticeably slouched. “I’m guess my soulmate is the girl on the throne?”

“Yes sir!” Sky chirped. “Pretty as a meadowlark, ain’t she?”

Horacio sighed. “Kind of the wrong guy to ask there.” He **** a smile on his face. “At least the guys are cute enough.”

‘Oh no.’ Jacob heart hurt. “Why are you guys even doing this? He’s gay, I’m her brother…” he hooked a thumb over to the biker. “Does he even have a dick?”

Sky giggled and rubbed the back of her head. “Yeah, some of ya’ll are a harder pull than the others, but ya’ll meet the criteria.”

“Which is what?” Asked the biker.

Sky smiled. “That goes back to the group discussion thing. We’ll talk about it once the whole posse is here. Mind takin’ a seat Mr. Cortez?”

He shrugged and walked towards a seat on the end of the semi-circle. “Can someone call the cops?” He asked the assembled crowd.

A few clapped and whooped, but no calls were made.

“Number 4 is a bit of a shakeup. She comes from Old Chicago money, best breeding, best private schools, Yale graduate, it’s Gwendolyn Palmer!”

Out from the curtain emerged a tall woman in a white pantsuit. She had long red hair, and a large pair of sunglasses.

Both Jacob and the biker leaned forward to watch her pose.

“Charmed everyone.” She gave them all a nice enough smile. High society had trained her well. She took her sunglasses off, and chewed on the end of them as she looked at Laura. “Aren’t you a cute little thing?” She chuckled throatily.

“L-Laura! I’m Laura!” The star of the show panted like a dog in heat. A blush crossed her nose and cheeks.

‘Oh God she’s into it!’ Jacob lamented.

“Mmhm.” Gwendolyn gave a musical chuckle and found herself a chair.

Sky looked out upon the assembled harem. “This is shaping up nicely! We’re halfway done folks, so just hold onto them questions and outbursts until the end!” She turned towards the curtain. “Contestant number 5 is another familiar face to Laura, she knows her as NaughtyNight from Onlyfans, but we’ll call her by her Christian name Lana Karenina.”

“Shiiit!” A woman stumbled on stage. She was wearing a pair of panties that had small chains dangling from the waistband, a latex hood that completely obscured her face, and a spiked dog collar.

Jacob and the biker both yelled and looked away for the sake of her modesty.

“Are you kidding me?” The woman grumbled. “You couldn’t let me get dressed first?”

Sky blushed, and lifted her hands to cover her eyes. “Real sorry ‘bout that. We’ll get you something during the commercial break. Um fir now would you mind removing the mask, so the mistress can get a look at yer purddy face?”

“Fuck no.” Lana spat. “You can see my face when I get some clothes.”

“Haha okay…” Sky cooed. “Why don’t you have a seat then? We’ll get ya situated during the break.”

Lana stomped over to a seat and sat down. Jacob would never have looked, but if he had, he would have been titillated by her nipple piercings, and tattoos, especially the one over her belly button that read ‘horny.’

“Three to go!” Sky started up right away, even as the whole room side-eyed the mystery woman. “I think three ladies is all this harem can handle, don’t want to distract these horn dogs too much! Our next contestant is rich! Chance Cooper, is the perfect name for him. Bitcoin, into GameStop into, Dogecoin, this investment has made his pile, then lost most of it, Diamon Hands and all that. But he’s running a successful investment channel on YouTube, give it up!”

Chance has been blessed in a way Lana hadn’t. He had clothes. This smooth motherfucker came out in his maroon pants, blue button up and tie. He had a sharp pair of glasses and a Swiss watch whose name the assemblage before him could only hope to pronounce. He was dark-skinned, and kept his hair short.

“Soulmate spotted.” He said with a wide white grin. Damn even his voice was cool.

“Glasses boy.” Laura said dreamily.

“Down girl.” Jacob pulled her back into her seat.

“You are the worst part of this dream.” She grumbled and crossed her arms.

“Contestant seven is… we’ll best to just bring them out.”

Given the diversity of people who didn’t want to sleep with Laura on display, Jacob had assumed the next contestant would be non-binary.

Nope!

“Derrick and Deacon Blackburn!”

Two redheads came out on stage. One was dressed in basketball shorts, and the other was wearing a uniform from Chili’s. At first Jacob thought they were holding hands, but soon realized they were handcuffed together.

“We don’t get our own slots?” Asked Basketball shorts.

“We only got eight slots, sorry boys.”

Each sighed and looked at the other. “Together again.” Chili’s put on a brave face.

“Yep.” Shorts looked over to Laura. “I’ll be your wingman on this one.”

Chili’s laughed and the two went for opposite seats only for their handcuffs to bring them back together. They looked around asking for someone to free up a seat, but when no one offered, they were stuck both standing.

Sky hopped up and down; two guests looked away, but the other six stared on in wonder as her breasts bounced. “This last guy is a special one. Like I told you Laura we’re going to be transformin’ these cow pokes to make ‘em better for you, but this final guy is already used to you messing with his body and mind, presenting Abendigo! Laura's OC!”

Laura chirped excitedly as the 5’10 blonde guy came out on stage whistling. He was wearing brown shoes, red shorts and a white shirt. Easy to draw, and fun to rip, shred, or stretch into whatever new form Laura was feeling. Though this guy wasn’t a bunch of pixels or twenty layers on her tablet, he was flesh and blood.

“Hey guys!” He gave a sideways smile, just like how Laura drew it. “Happy to be here!”

“He sounds just like how I imagined!” Laura was out of her chair, and circling around the man like a predator. “This is crazy.”

Sky looked quite proud of herself.

“Wait a second…” Horacio leaned forward in his chair. “I recognize him.”

“Fuck.” Chance smiled sourly.

“Abendigo huh?” Gwendolyn smiled too. “Now I get it.”

“What?” Jacob looked around.

Sky noticed the commotion and smiled warmly. “Yup, I think it’s bout time we talk about why ya’ll are here.”