I'm here tryna pull you through, you just gotta be strong

Mary was in a bit of a huff as she walked down the hall, wondering where everyone was. Hearing the sound of people’s voices and shouts echoing from just past the turn in the corridor emboldened her, and she picked up the pace, heading to see what all the commotion was with Holly right on her heels.

Both girls were caught a bit off-guard by what they saw when they turned the corner.

It looked like the middle of a war zone. The first thing Mary saw was Dani, splayed out on the ground and twitching. Carly was shaking as well, her face flushed with arousal and her eyes glued to the skirmish in the middle of the room, along with Sylvia, Marley, and a blonde girl that looked an awful lot like Gina.

Dawn and Morgana, or at least, people who looked like Dawn and Morgana, were wrestling with each other for dominance. One woman was a tall and leggy girl with feline features and the other was a mature goth, but somehow Mary knew it was the both of them. They were tearing at each other’s clothes and moaning uncontrollably, but it was obvious that neither was actually keen on pleasuring their opponent.

Pleasure was just a natural outcome resulting from this.

“Oh, man!” Holly groaned as she surveyed the damage. “Seriously!? The first orgy of the harem, and I don’t get an invitation?! Not even to watch?!”

“Holly!” Mary exclaimed, her face turning scarlet. Her friend’s inappropriate remarks had completely snapped her out of her stupor, and now she had control of her faculties again. She ignored the aroused feeling welling up inside of her.

“Well, I mean…” Holly stuck out her lip in a pathetic whine.

Mary had already turned her attention away from the shorter girl and back to the mess in front of her. “What’s going on here?!” She demanded, using her best “loud angry mom” voice.

It didn’t have much impact. All it did was shake Carly and a few of the other girls loose from their locked gazes on the struggle in the center of the hall.

“Ah!” Carly’s eyes widened in surprise. No longer swayed by the pheromones flooding the room, she was able to think clearly again, and the moment she could, she turned her attention towards the person who was currently in the roughest shape.

“Dani!” Carly rushed over to the tomboy’s side and helped her sit up. Dani was still twitching, going through the aftereffects of her orgasm, which made Carly nervous. She shook her friend slightly to try and wake her up. “Dani, are you okay?”

“I… I… what?” Dani blinked, her head clearing slightly. She looked up and saw that Carly was staring down at her with a concerned expression. The only other thing she was able to process at the moment was the massive amount of pleasure running through her.

That brought a smile to her lips.

“Oh good!” She said, reaching up and embracing the other woman. “Finally, a good dream… with no Nick around…”

“Whoa, hey, Dani, no, not a dream!” Carly exclaimed as the curvy woman pulled her into a big hug, burying Carly into her chest.

It took a few seconds of Carly’s struggling for Dani to realize what was going on- and when she figured out that this wasn’t a dream, this was reality, she didn’t exactly take it well.

“Kyaah!” Dani let go of Carly and scooted back, her eyes wide and her face crimson. “Carly!? I just… I… I mean…”

She couldn’t believe she’d done something so reckless and stupid! She’d just grabbed Carly like it was nothing, even though they didn’t have a relationship like that! How could she be so crazy!?

While Dani’s mind spun up all new reasons why she was an incompetent wretch who should never have just grabbed Carly like that, she looked down at herself and realized the condition of her state of dress. Or rather, the lack of dress.

Carly could already tell this was about to be a huge problem. “Hey, Dani, calm down…”

“My… my clothes! Oh man, I totally forgot! What have I been doing?!” Dani exclaimed, clenching her legs shut tightly and holding her hands over her crotch. “This… this isn’t what it looks like, I wasn’t thinking clearly, I just…”

“Hey, hey, hey, calm down!” Carly rushed over to her and touched her on the cheek, giving her a light slap to get some sense back into her. “It’s fine. You don’t need to worry about anything, okay? I’m right here.”

“B-but…” Dani looked up at Carly with watery eyes. “I did all sorts of stuff… I knew that Dawn wasn’t in her right mind, and I still let her… and then, I grabbed you, and I just…”

Carly shook her head. She looked over her shoulder at where Morgana currently had her legs wrapped around Dawn’s throat, trying to **** out the cat girl. Apparently, given the fact that Dawn’s face was buried in Morgana’s crotch, it was sexy enough to not trigger the “no **** between contestants” rule.

“…I think nobody’s in their right mind right now,” Carly admitted. “Dawn, she… she almost got to me, too. I think she’s got these weird pheromones or hormones or whatever you call ‘em, you know, like what Rose almost got? They’re making us act all crazy.”

“R-really?” Dani looked up at Carly in amazement. Now that it was pointed out to her, she did remember smelling something strange…

“Yeah, so it’s okay, you have nothing to feel guilty about,” Carly assured her. “We’re all just being played around with by those two… and they’re being manipulated themselves.”

A bitter expression crossed her face. Carly wasn’t thrilled about these mirrors and how they transformed people.

And it was obvious to her, at least, that Dakota was the one behind it.

Carly could tolerate a lot of stuff if it happened to her. She was the kind of girl who let bygones be bygones. But when it came to the people she cared about, well… no mercy, then.

Before she could step in and say anything, though, someone else took the opportunity to make their presence known.

“Okay! That’s enough!” Mary exclaimed, storming towards the two feuding women. She didn’t have the faintest idea what was going on here, but she wasn’t about to stand back and let two people that she cared about (assuming they really were Dawn and Morgana) tear each other apart like this.

Neither woman was paying attention to her, though. The tables had turned once more, and Dawn had taken advantage over the position Morgana had put her in to lean in close and dig her mouth into the other girl’s snatch, licking away at her through her torn dress in order to draw out an orgasm from the goth witch. That caused Morgana to release the headlock her thighs had put Dawn into, and from there the nimble cat girl could do as she liked. She tore through the witch’s robes and tasted her nectar directly from the source, flooding her with pheromones as she did so in order to overpower the witch, who was usually so dominant (at least in the fiction that the mirrors had conjured up.)

Mary’s eye twitched. She hated being ignored.

“What’s the matter with you two?!” She redhead demanded. While not used to getting physical, her temper got the better of her, and she went for the most **** target she could find.

“Nyaaaaaooowwww!” Dawn ripped her lips from Morgana’s pussy as her back bent at an almost 90 degree angle from her moaning orgasm. Pleasure shot through her, courtesy of Mary’s firm grip wrapped around her tail. She twitched and her eyes rolled back into her skull. Now that Morgana had time to breathe and get her bearings, it was time for her to get some vengeance!

“You filthy feline,” she snarled. “Cats are supposed to be subservient to witches!”

Morgana lunged at Dawn, who was incapacitated by Mary’s handling of her tail.

“Hey! Cut it out!” Mary tried to push Morgana back, and she succeeded, for the most part, given the other woman’s shaky condition from her prior orgasm. She let Dawn go and stood over the two weakened women with a troubled look on her face.

“What are you two doing? You’re supposed to be friends!” Mary exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Friends don’t treat each other like this! And why do you look like that, anyway? Someone tell me what’s going on!”

Silence filled the hall.

“I mean it! I’m putting my foot down!” Mary exclaimed. “I’m Nick’s wife! That doesn’t mean you have to obey me or anything, but you should at least both respect that! I deserve to know why two people my husband cares about are fighting like this! Wouldn’t it be better for everyone if we all just got along as friends?” She pleaded.

Morgana and Dawn both looked at each other, then they turned to Mary.

The redhead was on the ground before she could blink.

“H-hey!” Mary exclaimed as she realized that Dawn had her pinned. “Let me go! What are you two doing?!”

“Hehe… oh, Mary… Mary, Mary, Mary…” Dawn purred, her panting voice coming out in little gasps of hot air. She perched herself on Mary’s stomach and leaned over her large breasts to look the other girl in the eye. Grabbing both of her freckled cheeks, she smooshed the farm girl’s face together. “I really need to thank you for that orgasm you gave me just now… it really hit the spot! What say I return the favor?”

“D-Dawn?” Mary stammered, going a strange mix of pale and pink from horror and shame, as well as utter confusion.

“Indeed,” Morgana seethed, pacing around the pinned redhead with a cold gleam in her eye, circling her like a vulture. “To actually put her hands on me, of all people? Do you think that just because you have his ring on your finger, you’re actually deserving of respect and deferential treatment? Oh, now that won’t do at all,” she said, shaking her head and clicking her tongue. “It’s time we show you what your position in the harem really is.”

The cat girl nodded in agreement. The two feuding rivals had reached a mutual understanding, finally having a shared opponent- both could agree that they wanted to see Mary submit.

“You can say that again!” Dawn cackled, lowering her hands from Mary’s face. She had somewhere a lot softer to grab. Each hand dove into Mary’s open shirt, and took a firm grip of one of her massive mammaries, giving them each a nice squeeze.

Mary stiffened like a board and a tiny squeak escaped her lips as two dark, wet spots began to form on the front of her shirt.

“My old self was very curious about your milk, Mary,” Dawn purred, licking her lips. “She wasn’t sure if your newest transformation made your milk turn girls into what THEY viewed as Nick’s ideal wife, or what YOU viewed as Nick’s ideal wife. But she was far too respectful of your privacy to put her theories to the test.”

The cat girl rolled her slitted eyes.

“Talk about boring, am I right?” She chortled. “It’s better to just take it in hand and find out for yourself!”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Morgana nodded in agreement. She snapped her fingers. “Pet?”

“Yes, mistress!” Gina scurried over, gazing adoringly up at Morgana.

“Would you like to become the perfect wife for Nick? I’m sure you would, wouldn’t you?” Morgana smirked, staring down at her with a dismissive look in her eye. “Just think, you could become his ideal… isn’t that what you’ve wanted?”

“Oh, mistress, that would be just perfect!” Gina gushed, her eyes shining with desire. She could already picture herself now.

“N-no!” Mary stammered, struggling to get free. But Morgana pinned her arms to the ground, leaving her helpless as Dawn slowly untied her shirt to free those milky mountains trapped inside. “Someone, help me! Please!”

“But Mary, we’re just giving you what you want,” Morgana sneered at her. “Your transformation makes you long to turn the other girls in your husband’s harem into their perfect selves… and that’s what I want, too. Nice, perfect, obedient pets, just what a real man deserves. Assuming Nick is a real man, of course… but that’s fine. If he’s not up to the job, then I’ll be happy to train him as much as needed until he is.”

Mary turned pale. She shook her head frantically, finally understanding the depth of the issue that she’d recklessly waded into.

“Please don’t…” She whispered.

That seemed to only excite Morgana more.

While this struggle took place, the other girls just watched with horror.

“We… we have to do something…” Marley stammered.

“Agreed,” Sylvia nodded. “I don’t think Daddy would be very pleased if he came back and saw that his beloved wife had been violated.”

Marley turned to look at her.

“And it’s also the right thing to do!” She exclaimed.

“…Oh, that’s right, yes, and it’s also the right thing to do, of course,” Sylvia said, quickly nodding in agreement.

Marley sighed and rolled her eyes. She loved her mom, she really did, and Sylvia was incredibly caring and devoted when she wanted to be. Was it too much to ask that she share some of that caring and devotion with the other women in her life?

“Please!” Mary cried out. Sylvia, in spite of what her daughter said, didn’t do anything to aid her. What was she supposed to do, anyway? She was a bit too weak in this scrawny body, and had been relying on her powers for far too long.

“Mary!” Holly wailed, feeling helpless herself. She turned to Carly and Dani, the two people closest to her. “Come on, guys, we have to do something! Please!”

Holly might have had a **** fantasy or two, but they never involved seeing the people she loved getting assaulted.

Carly had a grim expression on her face. “Those two are like a maelstrom of mind-altering substances,” she said bitterly. “If we intervene recklessly, then we’ll just end up getting swept up in whatever’s got Mary moaning right now.”

Indeed, the center of the room was like a tornado of eroticism, and the air was slowly filling with Morgana’s sickeningly sweet words and Dawn’s pheromones. Mary didn’t have a lot of time left before the two put her to proper use.

But Carly wasn’t wrong, either. They needed to think things through carefully to avoid any more casualties. And while no one there was ruthless enough to say it, it crossed a few people’s minds that maybe the best move for everyone was to sacrifice Mary to the whims of those two and make a hasty retreat.

Dani’s mind was not one of those minds.

“Uraah! Get off of her!” She exclaimed, charging at the mountain of flesh in front of her. She tackled Dawn and pinned her to the ground, startling and dazing the cat girl. Morgana’s attention snapped up when she saw that, and she barely had time to react before she was pinned to the ground by Dani’s curvy form.

“Get… get off me you meathead!” She roared, kicking helplessly as Dani held her down.

“Mistress!” Gina wailed, flailing about.

“Gina-!” Morgana gasped out. “Do something! Get her off of me!”

“B-but using **** is bad!” Gina wailed.

Worthless pet! Morgana mentally cursed.

Dawn, lightheaded and dizzy, slowly stood up.

“You… Dani, ugh… you can’t just… it’s not going to work like that…” Her genius-level intellect was too busy swimming in a chemical concoction brought on by her arousal. She wanted to say something about how Dani couldn’t hope to overcome them with ****, but before she could get anything out, Carly took over where Mary had left off, and grabbed her by the tail.

“NYAAAHNNN!” Dawn moaned, slumping over onto the other girl like molasses. Her legs twitched and her pheromones went wild, and Carly had to dig her teeth into her lip just to keep from joining her in an orgasm.

“You-! Get off me, you! Get off!” Morgana demanded. In spite of her burning temper, she didn’t raise her voice. She kept her tone nice and even, digging it into Dani’s ear with all the **** she could muster.

Dani had fallen victim to Morgana’s voice before, and she hadn’t been a fan of it then, either. But in spite of the goth’s struggles, she didn’t have the physicality to push the tomboy off of her. No, as long as Dani could keep her wits about her, then she could win.

She just had to shut the other woman up.

And with both her hands pinned, she knew just the way to do it.

“Sorry, but this is kind of your fault, too!” Dani exclaimed, practically headbutting Morgana into submission. But instead of forehead striking face, lips met lips and she locked the other woman in a steamy kiss that made Morgana wretch.

She wasn’t attracted to women. She was aroused by dominating them, yes, but being kissed by one? Absolutely not!

Unfortunately for Morgana, though, Dawn’s orgasms kept pumping more pheromones into the room, and before long it didn’t matter whether she liked it or not- she was kissing Dani back as her body reacted physically to the other girl’s, leaving her a trembling mess of desire.

The current Morgana was designed by the mirror to be the ultimate dom, but being held down and kissed like this felt pretty good, too.

And since she couldn’t fight back, she might as well enjoy it, right?

“Mistress, what should I do?!” Gina wailed, **** for someone to give her instructions. Being the good girl that she was, she wasn’t about to get violent or confrontational. And she also didn’t know whether her mistress wanted help anymore, given how passionately Morgana was making out with Dani now.

“This… this is really…” Marley didn’t have the words to describe what she was seeing. Her sister was pleasuring a cat girl by stroking her tail like a penis, while a big, curvy tomboy pinned an equally-curvy MILFy witch to the floor and made out with her.

“Seems pretty normal to me,” Sylvia said, nonplussed. “I mean, it’s Harem Hotel, what do you really expect?”

She shrugged.

Marley stared at her mother and shook her head. Sometimes, this woman...

“Mary!” Holly rushed over to the dazed Mary and helped her up to her feet. Mary wrapped her hands over her chest as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“I couldn’t do anything,” she sniffled. “I’m Nick’s wife, but I couldn’t do anything…”

Holly sadly patted the redhead on the back and sighed. “It’s okay,” she urged her. “It’s going to be okay now…”