The Three Queens

One month later…

Three queens stood on the balcony gazing at the gorgeous sunset and the impossible patchwork skyline. Upon the horizon, one after the other, was the Hollywood sign, the Empire State Building, the Eiffel Tower, the Roman Coliseum, the pyramids of Egypt, the Taj Mahal, the Shibuya Scramble Crossing, and dozens of other iconic landmarks, all stitched together and all illuminated by a stunning gradient of dusky orange, vivid rosy pink, and rich, deep midnight blue.

Zatanna Zatara, Wanda Maximoff, and Mary Jane Watson stood together, united by their power and their love, raising wine glasses to salute the impossible skyline before taking a celebratory drink. Rob’s wishes and their powers meant they and their children were wholly immune to the effects of Fetal **** Syndrome, and good thing too, seeing as how both Zatanna and Wanda were well along in their truncated gestation period.

Beneath the sheer slips of a dress they wore - Zatanna in purple, Wanda in red, MJ in gold - the former two’s baby bumps were as clear as day, the lighty, gauzy fabric of their attire wrapping around their figure in a tight embrace, to accentuate their curves. MJ’s bump was no less impressive, but she had altered her physique for the sake of symmetry. If the three of them kept to schedule - and that was a big if with the temptation of omnipotence - then Zatanna and Wanda would be due in less than a month, while MJ still had eight to nine weeks to go.

Motes of lights danced around MJ’s fingertips, representative of the Infinity Stones she was now bonded with. To a gal with the power of her cosmos at her literal fingertips, a month could mean both a blink of an eye and an eternity, but even she with all her knowledge and power could not get over the fact that it had only been a month since her life had changed forever. Since she found the man she loved. Since she learned she was a fictional character brought to life. Since she was given apotheosis, taken from being a mundane girl and risen to the status of godhood.

And yet, something was still bothering her. Annoying her. Needling at her psyche. An itch even she couldn’t scratch.

“Tell me girls.” MJ began, casual as could be, after taking another sip of her wine. Tonight’s vintage was the awe-inspiring aural power of a symphony blended with the combined skill and labour that went into creating Neuschwanstein Castle, distilled into liquid form. It tastes of coffee and chocolate with a deep woodiness beneath it. “Now that we’re a trio of literal goddesses with all the power in the universe at your disposal, what have you been doing with your powers?”

MJ’s question came as a mild surprise to her two fellow sisters, who took a moment to look inward and consider.

“I’ll go first.” MJ quickly added to fill the void of conversation. “I’ll fully admit, the old party girl has come out again and is back with a vengeance. I’ve been using my dominion over space, time, minds, and souls to have lots and lots of sex. Just the other night I had an orgy with Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, Catherine the Great, and a dozen other historical women.”

“And? How was it?” Zatanna asked with sincere curiosity.

“Oh, you know, pretty good.” MJ then took a sip of wine to mask her smirk, before saying, “But I think she should really be calling herself ‘Catherine the So-So’!” MJ burst into uproarious laughter while he two equals only offered her a few polite chuckles. “But seriously, I grew a horsecock and fucked her half to ****.”

That got a round of laughter that was more than polite.

As the sun fully set and the starry night unveiled itself in all of it’s majesty, Wanda waved her hand against the horizon, as if she were washing a window. In an instant, she wiped away the valley of monuments before them, the iconic landmarks replaced by statues of the three of them, wrought from glittering gold.

“I have taken to playing around with the timestream.” Wanda said, admiring her work from afar. “Just yesterday I took Rob - well, a Rob - back to the Roman Empire, installed him as Emperor, and ensured the Empire did not fall, his rule stretching all the way to the modern day.”

“And how did that turn out?” Zatanna asked again, getting a shrug in response.

“Okay. Not as fun as I was expecting. Better than when I made the Egyptians believe he was Ra reincarnated. Not nearly as exciting as when I made him the sole founding father of America.” Wanda then gazed upon the horizon, eyes going distant, as her finger traced the rim of her glass, absent-mindedly. “Ah! I just sent him back further to be King of Greece with the Olympian goddesses as his harem. Much better! A history defined and a land ruled by debaucherous demigods!”

“Hmm, I never even considered that.” MJ thought aloud, chewing on Wanda’s words. “I mean, I’m not religious or spiritual or anything, but we can create or control any god or goddess we want, can’t we?”

“Indeed we can.” Wanda concurred with a sharp nod. “Athena, Isis, Freya, Lakshmi, Winonah, Amaterasu, Brigid, Chang’e, Mictecacihuatl - any goddess from any pantheon, real or fictional, for whatever value you put in whether the divine are real or not.” Wanda quickly added an addition to the trio of statues off in the distance, as likenesses of the goddesses she had mentioned now appeared, kneeling and in chains before the trio of golden statues. “Of course, all of them are mere pretenders. The only true god is Rob and the only true goddesses are the three of us.”

MJ suddenly felt quite embarrassed, quickly changing the subject as she turned to Zatanna. “What about you, Zee? What have you been doing with these powers?”

Dark, mysterious eyes sparkling, Zatanna wore an equally mysterious smile. “Mostly, I have been imagining what our next tasks will be. What our next goals will be. What Rob desires next and who he desires next. You know better than any of us, MJ, who he lusts after and who his major targets are - the Justice League, the Avengers, the Disney Princesses. Young girls to stock up in the Academy. Women from Mortal Kombat, Genshin Impact, and League of Legends that he isn’t quite sure where they’ll end in this patchwork world of reality and fiction. So, I have been imagining the scenarios in which he claims them and playing them out in my head. What happens when he does claim this and that, her and her. What he does with them. What comes next.”

Zatanna trailed off, taking a long, slow sip of her wine, MJ leaning forward expectantly, waiting for a definitive answer from all of these realities Zatanna had played out in her head. “Yes? And? What happens?”

“Many things.” Zatanna said, coolly and cryptically, not even bothering to hide her smirk. “What?” She said when she saw MJ’s stricken, disappointed face. “I’ve played out hundreds of scenarios that have endless decision points. Trillions of choices and paths. It is entirely correct to say that ‘many things’ do happen.” That did nothing to satisfy MJ, leading to Wanda swooping in.

“Oh, don’t tease her, Zee.” Wanda put a hand on both of their shoulders. “She has every right to be curious, as do I.” Zatanna relented with an easy smile, her gaze drifting out onto the horizon.

“Well, Rob always wins. He was destined to win before, but now he has us. He cannot possibly lose. Sometimes, he raises other women to our level, but usually it’s just the three of us as his hands, his jewels, his queens, his everything. There’s lots of sex, lots of children. He usually sticks to the shadows and keeps his harem and antics as private as possible, but sometimes he says ‘fuck it’ and conquers the Earth. Or another planet. Or another galaxy.” Zatanna swirled the remains of her wine in it’s glass, the sounds of the brass section roaring from the sloshing liquid. “I saw many things. Everything and anything you could imagine. His victory is assured, the only question is how does he claim it?”

“Or, how do we claim it for him?” Wanda added, sidling up to Zatanna at the edge of the balcony, taking the magician’s hand in her own. She turned to look over her shoulder, silently inviting MJ to join, but the other redhead shook her head, looking oddly gloomy.

“That’s the thing, that’s what’s bothering me.” She said, emerald eyes downcast. “We’ve had endless, infinite power for a month, but outside of that first night, Rob has done nothing with it. I could literally snap my fingers and all of the hundreds of women he lusts for would appear on our front lawn, bowing before him and begging to be his slaves. I just… I don’t understand…”

Despite her refusal, MJ felt herself being pulled to the edge of the balcony against her will, now standing in between her two equals. And, if she was being honest, she did not feel the least bit equal to either Zatanna or Wanda. They wielded great power before Rob imbued them with infinity. They were crucial parts of his harem and his conquest long before her. They had done so much for Rob and given him even more. She was just the girl next door, who had done little and given nothing.

Still, with their glasses now held frozen in the air, Zatanna and Wanda held onto MJ’s hands, welcoming the girl as always, offering consoling kisses on her cheek, her heart and mind open to read with the greatest of ease.

“Darling, you have nothing to feel so small about.” Wanda cooed, stroking MJ’s hand. “Rob loves you and that’s all that matters. His love has elevated all of us and made us better women than we were before.”

“As for being of use to him, well… I think that Rob, too, is intimidated by the enormity of this situation and is trying to grapple with what to do next.” Zatanna added. “I don’t think he ever wanted an ‘I win’ button to end things all. He wants to keep progressing at his own pace, but is unsure of how to do that.

“As for what we can do… well, whatever we want!” Zatanna stated it with such ease it took MJ by surprise. “If we screw up, we can fix it with a thought. So, I’m going to keep planning things out and playing manager in the background of the harem. There are a few things that I think need my guiding hand.”

“And I will keep viewing alternate timelines and scenarios for pleasure and inspiration.” Wanda said, before her hands fell to her baby bump. “But also, if you think I’m going to stop at one child, or only children by Rob, you’re mistaken. He’s not the only one with a breeding fetish, the only difference is, he’s a stud while I’m the mare!”

MJ, still unsure of her place in all of this, managed a smile nonetheless, bolstered by the faith her sisters had in her. “Then I guess I’m the party goddess in this trio. I have the powers, I have a bunch of new friends and, god damn it, I want to fuck as many hot sluts as I can get my hands on.” Her smile continued to grow, MJ’s confidence brimming as she spoke. “But, what I really want is to be with Rob when he goes out conquering. I want to see women break before him, bow before him, struggle and fight before pledging themselves to him, offering their bodies and minds to the one true master - ah! Yeah, that sounds great…”

“I’m sure before long, Rob will get the itch to personally enslave his next batch of beauties.” Zatanna said. “And I am certain he would love to have you along for the ride, MJ.”

The three saluted and celebrated once more, clinking their glasses filled with nebulous, impossible fluids. The handler, the dreamer, and the partyer. The guiding hand, the holy mother, and the hedonist. Rob’s three queens, with all their power, dedicated to him in one way or another.

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We're gonna start out exploring our three hands here, their powers, and their philosophies regarding them and their role in the harem.

As stated, Zatanna is the handler and manager - she sees to Rob's needs and plans with a subtle guiding hand - Wanda is the schemer and the dreamer - she too is involved in Rob's plans but is more overt in her manipulations, and she had her own dream as well - while MJ is the neophyte and the party girl - the baby of the bunch, new to the harem, new to her powers, new to powers in general. She's going to explore and have fun until she is satisfied. Much like with Zatanna and Wanda earlier, I do have an arc planned where MJ is in the field with Rob, getting down and dirty and picking up some sluts, but we'll get to that when we get to it.