It'll be about sex for as long as the characters want it to be

"Well, this is awkward," Emilia said as she and Safiya walked into the strip club, nobody caring about their complete nudity just as Safiya had decreed.

"How so?" the genie asked.

"I've spent my entire life bound to a wheelchair, except for those brief moments when I could muster the strength to stand, and you've spent most of that same time at my side or doing errands on my behalf. It's not like either of us has had much of a chance to have a social life, never mind find a date or even a fuck buddy."

Safiya shrugged. "When in doubt, cheat," she said and, after the two sat in a suspiciously unoccupied and roomy booth that didn't quite seem to fit in the club's interior space or fit its general aesthetic, duplicated herself repeatedly and sent each body toward different areas of the establishment.

"Don't tell me you're just going to use mind control to **** someone to have sex with us," Emilia said. "I'm feeling damn horny but I'm not that horny, that's just a turnoff."

"Juno wouldn't let me get away with it anyway, with a few specific exceptions," Safiya pointed out. "Which is a bit rich coming from her, but she's trying."

"Very trying," Emilia muttered.

"So mind control, no, that's out, don't worry. Unless someone consents first, of course. But telepathy? You know that I've always had just a bit too much intuition when it comes to what you need, Emilia; it should come as no surprise to you that I've been reading your mind practically your entire life. So this is just an extension of that; I'm reading minds to ensure that whoever I approach will be receptive to my, frankly, awkward advances regardless."

"You mean who'll be too horny seeing a tall woman with hard muscles, massive boobs and a titanic ass and will just be thinking 'sit on my face mommy' regardless of what you say."

"There are a few people here like that," Safiya said, chuckling.

A waitress with a modest chest came up to the booth. "Hi! I'm Rose, I'll be your server tonight, just give me a wave. Can I start you with anything?"

"Two beers, greasy fries and a huge plate of wings," Safiya said, giving Emilia a mental nudge as she did.

"And once you've brought those," Emilia added, trying to project a confidence she didn't feel at all, "I'd like it if you stayed here, crawled under the table, and ate me out."

"Sure!" Rose agreed. "I'll be right back with that, and I can't wait to have my head between your thighs." She said it matter-of-factly, as if it weren't at all unusual for a customer to request cunnilingus with their meal as they watched the show.

"That was mind control," Emilia accused.

"If it was, it was Juno's doing. The aftereffects of what she's done have made everything much more sex-positive, and that effect is especially strong around those closest to her. Which you are, considering that you were there at her ascension, for all that you'd never met before, and which Kazumi and I also are, since our abilities directly derive from her now."

"Why hasn't she undone it?"

"Because she's also interminably horny and figures that making it really, really easy for you to get laid is another way in which she can say sorry."

"Just how many people here are you talking to anyway, Safiya?" Emilia asked, looking around for all of Safiya's various bodies.

"Twenty or so," Safiya said. "All of them quite willing, frankly, to be just about anything you and I want them to be if it means getting to fuck us every now and then. There's more people than you'd think, especially after what Juno's done, who'd be perfectly happy being what amounts to a toy for a pair of hot rich women and would be overjoyed at the thought of having everything about them reshaped through irresistible magic to suit said couple's whims."

"I really hope we're not in a story," Emilia said, putting her head in her hands again.

"Why?"

"Because if we are, that means that not only is our writer letting their sex drive dictate what pretends to be a plot, they're turning me into a goddamn harem protagonist and showing a complete lack of imagination."

"Well that's not quite true," Safiya said.

"How so?"

"You're not the protagonist," the genie noted. "We're just interesting side characters."

"You always know how to make me feel better, Safiya."

The show began not long after Rose delivered their food and started eating Emilia out, coming with Hayley, another server, who did the same service for Safiya, evidently unprompted. Emilia soon realised that they were going to be two of the members of her nascent harem when she suddenly felt Rose's tongue get substantially longer and more dextrous.

Safiya gestured toward the bar. "Her as well," she said, and Emilia saw that the bartender sported a pair of breasts that put her own to shame, manoeuvring them expertly regardless in order to get them into position to fill mugs with whatever beverages were being ordered.

Safiya's various bodies winked out of existence as everyone's attention turned toward the stage, the performers not only stripping naked but pleasuring themselves as they did. There were apparently quite a lot of people willing to strut their stuff, as pairs and larger groups came out, more often than not ending with explicit sex, met with appreciation by the guests. On more than one occasion a particularly attractive member of the crowd was invited onto the stage to join in the debauchery on display, and each time Safiya indicated that the person invited up was someone who would be going home with them, as would the performers whom they joined.

"This is truly ridiculous," Emilia said after Hayley brought her to another orgasm, the two servers having switched places multiple times. "You know the King mansion doesn't have enough rooms for that many people to live there, right?"

"For one," Safiya said, "you know you could just wish for it to be bigger, right? But for another, you're assuming that your family's mansion is the only place we have to live." She tapped her glasses.

"That small room? That was intimate even with just the two of us."

"Do you really think that's all there is in there? When I was just an ordinary genie, sure, but once I became Empress it got quite a bit larger. I've already shifted the King mansion in there, Emilia, and that's where I'd like to spend the rest of time with you, and our numerous partners. Hala is already there, as well, and it's the second-safest place to be in existence."

"Second?" Emilia asked. "You're talking about a place that's literally inaccessible by anyone except you, Juno, and I assume Kazumi, and it's only second?"

"Could be third, if Kazumi ever decides to make a private little dimension for herself," Safiya said. "Probably inside that ring--which, incidentally, she could pull inside itself just as I can with my own talisman. But second right now."

"What's first?"

"Where else, the interior of Juno's exosuit, the fusion of Zoe and Tina. Not even Kazumi could get in there if Juno doesn't want her to."

"The pecking order of godhood, I guess."

Safiya shrugged. "If Juno or Kazumi ever pay a visit, it'll be to chat or to fuck. It's quite literally impossible to do anything that would get Juno mad enough for her to decide that whoever did it just shouldn't exist any more."

"Add 'unabashed power fantasy' to the list of overdone genres this story falls into," Emilia said. "There's no consequences for our actions since we couldn't even do anything that would result in meaningful consequences in the first place!"

"Are you really complaining about that while getting your pussy eaten?" Safiya said after a pause to let another climax rush through her.

"If this is real, then frankly it raises a whole host of ethical questions that give me a headache just to start to try to contemplate," Emilia said. "But if this is a story, then that means I'm being made to think these things, even down to thinking about how if this is a story I'm being made to think about the implications of its being a story, and even all the way to my enjoyment of it not being something that I can choose or that is a natural consequence of what is happening, but because I am being written to enjoy it and literally cannot do otherwise." She paused and moaned lightly as Rose brought her to orgasm once more. "I was even written to have and enjoy that orgasm I just had." She narrowed her eyes at Safiya. "It seems to me that all I can do is speculate, but if anyone should actually know one way or another, it'd be the characters who are written to be ridiculously powerful."

"Maybe Juno, Kazumi and I are being written so that we simply can't tell you," Safiya said. "If this is a story. But if this is reality, then I can assure you, nothing is happening to which those participating would not enthusiastically consent." She snapped her fingers and let Emilia see a bolt of magic rush toward the stage, where a male performer and a male audience member were both naked, kissing and frotting. The magic briefly enveloped both of them, leaving them substantially more toned and with enhanced genitalia, the two eagerly redoubling their efforts at mutual pleasure as they found themselves with substantially more sensitive penises. Shortly thereafter, the audience member left the stage and returned to his girlfriend, who promptly took off her top and--after another blast of magic from Safiya--started pleasuring his long, thick shaft with her newly expanded boobs.

"I couldn't do any of that if they wouldn't consent if asked," Safiya noted.

"But you're not asking."

"Telepathy. It's a simple matter to know what they would say if they were asked, therefore there's no need to ask."

Emilia rubbed her temples again. "This would be a lot easier if I just went with it, wouldn't it."

"It probably would," Safiya agreed. "I guess that if this is a story, the fact that you're complaining indicates that the author at least has some minimal awareness of their own shortcomings and knows full well that what they're writing is more of a masturbatory fantasy than anything intended to be thought-provoking."

"If this is supposed to be a masturbatory fantasy, then wouldn't all these deconstructive asides just get in the way of getting off?"

"There's probably some people out there who get off to seeing their porn analyse itself. Maybe our hypothetical author is attempting to capture the intersection of the 'self-critical fiction' and 'erotic consensual power fantasy' readerships."

"Probably has an audience of one," Emilia said. "They probably gave up on the notion that they could produce anything decent if they were trying to please anyone else."

Safiya visibly relaxed as she and Emilia each came to one last, simultaneous orgasm just as the final performance, where a chesty woman on staff pegged another man from the audience with a large strap-on, wrapped up, and gestured for Rose and Hayley to join them on the semicircular bench. "How would you two like to have bodies like ours?" she asked. Emilia knew that Safiya knew that she was keeping a scowl off of her face, since Safiya was clearly only asking to make a point to Emilia about how people would enthusiastically consent to such things when asked.

As indeed the two other women did, both of them accepting the offer eagerly before Safiya's magic enveloped them, vanishing shortly thereafter to reveal bodies that were essentially Emilia's and Safiya's, only a little smaller, and then promptly got sucked into Safiya's glasses. Alone or in small groups, every single person Safiya had identified as being interested in joining them came up to the booth, got their bodies transformed to be something they and Emilia both found extremely attractive, and then vanished into the genie's personal realm.

Eventually the club was empty except for Emilia and Safiya.

"Ready to get acquainted with your life from now on, Miss Harem Not-A-Protagonist?" Safiya asked.

"Do I have a choice?"

"If this is a story, no. If this is reality? Yes... but is there any other choice you'd want to make? I wasn't excluding you when talking about knowing what people would consent to with enthusiasm."

This time Emilia just gave a rueful grin. "It feels selfish, I guess. I failed to stop Juno's ascension the way I was supposed to, because I was a coward... but now it's like I'm being rewarded for it. If I'd prevented it, I'd still be saddled with that curse. It's like a 'what if' scenario where they show that things end badly if other choices were made, except that that's not what's happened, not this time. I failed... but because I failed, I get to live for eternity with endless pleasure a single wish away."

"Or maybe this is what was meant to happen all along," Safiya said. "Maybe that was how the curse was supposed to be broken. Maybe everything was intended to culminate in Juno's ascension. Maybe you were meant to have boundless happiness, Emilia. Don't deny yourself what you want out of a misplaced sense of guilt. You've suffered enough, more than any person should ever suffer. Don't add to it now." The genie took off her glasses and put them on the table. "You deserve this, Emilia. If you believe nothing else about this, believe that. You're a good person who was dealt a horrible hand in life. If anyone's earned an eternity of bliss, it's you."

"Now I know this is a story," Emilia said. "I've lived long enough to know that good things happening to good people is the most unrealistic ending."

She touched the glasses, and the club was empty a moment later.

--

"So, did you enjoy that?" Kazumi asked as your back muscles moved against her enormous tits while her hair played over your entire body, lightly caressing you in exactly the right spots.

"The act itself? Not especially," you said. "Not as much as you and Tori did, anyway."

"Oh." Kazumi's face fell. "I hope you won't mind if Tori and I--"

You interrupted her. "I didn't say I wouldn't do it again. I didn't enjoy the act itself all that much, though it was pleasurable as a purely carnal affair, but I enjoy doing things that make you happy, and I could tell that it made you very happy. So yes, I'd do it again, and whenever you want."

You wiggled your butt against Kazumi's crotch, even that small motion more than enough to add to the constant stream of orgasms rushing through your perpetually hypersensitive bodies.

Kazumi refrained from altering her genitalia again.

"You should probably unpause the universe at some point, you know," Kazumi pointed out. "I want to know what Emilia will get up to with her new harem."

"Not you too," you complained. "I didn't intend for Safiya to go out and find fifty-some people all of whom would be eager to be, let's face it, Emilia's fucktoys!"

"But you didn't prevent it, either," Kazumi observed.

"Of course not. Everyone's willing and happy and frankly Emilia deserves it. Safiya should go out and find every last person like them and bring them in. She'd be happy, Emilia'd be happy, they'd all be happy."

"Leave some for me," Kazumi muttered.

"You want a harem of your own, too?"

"It's the principle of the thing. And anyway you know I could just take them away if I wanted to."

"And so could I, but neither of us will, because, well, it'd be pretty rude, and anyway they've already got more than enough that they wouldn't be eager to share."

"Let me jump ahead and say that I thought you had no interest in having sex with Emilia King," Kazumi said.

"That was then, this is now. A few millennia subjective changes a woman, you know?"

"But is she interested in having sex with you?" Kazumi pressed.

You finally let time flow again and immediately you and Kazumi both began looking in on Safiya's personal world, only to see Emilia and Safiya looking right back. Emilia waved; Kazumi waved back.

Then Emilia gave you kissy faces and started lightly stroking her labia.

"I'd say that's a yes," you said, chuckling. Safiya broke down laughing.

"What about Tori, and Kelly, and Hideki?" Kazumi asked.

"What about them? I can just bring them all along, well, Tori, Kelly, Brynn and Wren anyway. I left notes about the bandages in Hideki's computers. It'll be enough to get the basic ones replicated perfectly."

"So you're just planning to take your leave of this place? Bring all your friends along to the deity-powered orgy?"

"Why not? Being a Director at Hideki is a good cover, but I don't need to be there that often, just enough to nudge them along. But it's kinda boring. I'd rather be where I can really cut loose, with people who know me and what I can do, what you can do, who want us to do it. I have to hide here, and I will when I have to, but only when I have to. I don't want to hide any more, Kazumi."

"Maybe that's the next step, then," she said. "And I support you all the way, Juno. But I hope you'll be willing to have some alone time every now and then. Just a question of your place or mine." She chuckled as she held up her ring, and you let her briefly glimpse inside you to see that you'd shifted your cottage into your own inner realm.

Kazumi scooped up the apartment building's floor and shunted it, along with herself, you and Tori, into the new space she'd created inside her ring.

Reaching back into the outer universe, you made sure to latch onto Kelly Lancer, wrapped in a skinsuit and controlled by a slime, and shifted the four of you over to a pair of glasses. You left Tori and Kelly in their apartments, now located in a private dimension inside a private dimension.

Did you love Emilia King? No, not in the way you loved Kazumi. But did you desire her? Most certainly. Emilia's love was given to Safiya, and Safiya's to Emilia, just as yours was given to Kazumi and hers to you. But...

"I've been waiting for you, Juno," Emilia said.

"And I'm glad to be here at least, Emilia."

You smiled. Friendship was a love all its own, of course, and if that's what Emilia and Safiya wanted to have with you and Kazumi, you would have been more than happy to leave it at that. But all of you wanted more than that.

"So, fuck buddies?" you said.

"Fuck buddies," Emilia, Safiya and Kazumi agreed in unison.

Hala quietly continued showing the new occupants of the extradimensional King mansion to their various luxurious bedrooms.

Kissing Emilia would ordinarily have been awkward, given how sexually exaggerated your bodies were. Thankfully, you didn't have to care about things like that any more.

Kazumi raised an eyebrow as she felt both your and Emilia's lips on her own. Safiya did the same. Even Hala, who had settled perfectly into her new role of the demure, subservient maid, started slightly at the sensation.

"I hope you can forgive me, some day," you said in a low voice that nonetheless carried to all of the other four.

"There's nothing to forgive," Emilia replied. "This is what was meant to be. This is the happiness we all deserve. This is the eternal reprieve from temporary suffering."

Hala returned to the foyer. "The master bedroom is ready for four," she said.

You broke off your embrace and turned to her. "Five, Hala." You manifested her lamp and gave it to her, allowing power to rush back into her, leaving her only slightly beneath Safiya, and free to do as she would.

"All of us want you as part of this," Kazumi added, Emilia and Safiya nodding in confirmation.

"You had to see your entire purpose torn away from you," Safiya said. "You've earned this, too."

"Then I suppose I should slip into something more comfortable." Hala's maid outfit vanished as her body grew, until she was every bit as stacked and built as you, just as the others were. Her lamp vanished, and you knew that she'd secreted it inside itself, something you'd decided to allow her to do.

All five of you stood there awkwardly until you broke the silence. "It's your mansion, Emilia. Lead the way."

Emilia attempted to gather to herself the dignity befitting the sole heiress to her family's business empire, but her hard nipples and moist pussy completely ruined the effect. "Last one there's eating the others out first!" she said instead.

Nobody moved.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Kazumi pointed out, stroking a finger along her labia, smirking as the rest of you all felt the same.

"This is off to a great start already," Safiya said.

"Well someone has to do something or we'll never get anywhere," you said, and a moment later you were all in Emilia's private bedroom. Out of deference to Safiya, you'd teleported ordinarily, rather than cause what she'd created to temporarily cease to exist.

"Well who's gonna eat whom out now?" Emilia complained. "None of us got here last."

"Does it matter?" you said, lightly shoving the woman onto her bed and eagerly applying your tongue to her twat.

"No," Emilia said, her body shuddering in orgasm. "No, it doesn't."