Dreams die hard and we watch them erode

Echo watched the night with a gleeful smile on her face. Her hollow eyes were hot with excitement, and she licked her lips.

This was going even better than she’d anticipated! Nick wasn’t just giving into his desires- the other women in his harem were giving into them, as well!

It was the right move, talking to that bleeding heart about Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin, Echo thought, turning her attention to Mary. Given the proper impetus, she would reach out to that lonely girl, and give her the push she needed to start asserting herself again. And, once that happened, there’s no way that she would stand by, or that Nick would say no to her. He isn’t assertive enough for that. He wants to please everybody. And that includes Carly and Morgana. Both of them are so nice and open-minded… of course they would agree.

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin had no restraint. She would keep pushing the envelope, doing whatever she needed to do in order to get what she wanted. She’d been more accommodating recently, but, at her core, she was the kind of woman who pursued what she wanted.

Carly is open-minded, Morgana is prone to fantasizing, Mary is too nice, and has a breeding fetish as well… there’s hardly anyone there with the wherewithal to put their foot down and say “Enough is enough!” when they’re intimate.

Given that…

The likelihood of “something” happening and one of the girls making a mistake, or even better, Nick making a mistake, was pretty high.

“Fufufu… and when that happens… when the first domino falls… the next will fall in short order.”

Echo threw back her head and laughed hysterically.

As long as somebody gave in and crossed a line, it should be an easy matter for Nick’s resolve to shatter. Then Echo could pick up the pieces, and sculpt him into whatever form she desired.

Her heart pounded in her chest.

And, best of all, it’s really fucking hot! She thought, watching Nick alternate between Carly and Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin with glee.

It was a stroke of luck when Carly kissed Mary. And even more fortuitous that the fetish she’d picked up was Mary’s breeding fetish. The stars were aligning perfectly in favor of Echo’s vision. If Nick gets Carly pregnant… or even if they have a little slip and he just cums inside of her… he’ll get addicted to it. He won’t be able to stop. He might even cum inside all three of them!

Echo couldn’t wait for that to happen.

She rubbed her thighs together tightly and licked her lips. Heat burned in her chest and sweat rolled down her brow. She wiped her forehead and let out a tiny sigh.

“Amazing…” she moaned. “I can’t wait… this is going to be amazing.”

She hadn’t anticipated that Nick’s temptation would come in the form of impregnation. She’d known that the powderkeg of Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin, Carly, and Morgana would lead to a twisted, corrupting path of Nick losing his restraint, but this?

Echo wanted it. She wanted it so badly!

“Yes,” she breathed, trying not to moan. She had to keep a cool head. “Get them all pregnant… all of them… yes…”

…A mostly cool head.

Echo watched her other self squirming out of the corner of her eye, and smirked. She knew what Mary had to be feeling right now. Even though they’d diverged so severely at this point that they could no longer be considered the same person, she was well aware that Mary’s wave of transformations hadn’t made her LESS interested in the idea of Nick getting women pregnant.

On this, and this alone, the two of them were of one mind. At least, Echo figured that should be the case.

“Give in, Nick…” Echo extended a gloved hand outwards, imagining that she was pressing down on his back, pushing him forward, spurring him on to do more, more, more! She couldn’t desire it stronger if she tried.

“Just give in to what you want… and then… you’ll see… the delicious feeling of chasing your pure desires… there’s nothing else like it!”

Echo wasn’t like Sylvia or Dakota. Whatever feelings she may have had for Nick, they weren’t going to twist her motives or make her weak and malleable. She wasn’t going to be a host who cowed for the master.

What Echo understood, more than anything, was the weight of Nick’s desire.

It was what made him a perfect master… or it would, once she was done with him.

“Echo!”

The ecstatic host’s eyes snapped open and she shot up straight, clenching her thighs together tightly and locking her hips in place. A tiny little “squish” sound could be heard coming from her chair, but she’d be damned if anybody overheard that!

“Wh-what is it!?” Echo slammed her hands down on the table, because it was the only place she could put them where she trusted them not to do something… questionable. She narrowed her eyes as the door to the office swung open and Nola rushed in.

Nola. Why was she bothering her now, of all times?!

“I-!” Nola took a second to catch her breath. There was desperation in her eyes. “I got a message from the producers!” She blurted out.

Echo froze. “What?! The producers?! Already!?”

She’d barely been host for a day! What the fuck did the producers want with her now!?

Echo clenched her teeth, took a deep breath, and calmed down. She could work through this. She could work with this. Everything was going according to plan. She hadn’t made any mistakes, none that she could think of. Dakota was still a prisoner, Nick was falling just as she hoped…

What could the producers have issue with?

“…What’s the message?” She asked finally once she calmed down completely, leering warily at the uneasy leprechaun.

Nola gulped. She shifted awkwardly on the balls of her feet and her eyes danced from side to side as she struggled not to look the impatient host in the eye.

“They said, um… ‘K-keep up the good work’,” Nola reported, swallowing. She forced a shaky smile to her face. “Isn’t that great? You’re doing such a good job, Echo!”

Echo stared at Nola for a long time. Uncomfortable silence wrapped around the uneasy leprechaun as she wilted under the cold stare of her boss.

“…Get out.”

“Ex-excuse me?” Nola squeaked, looking at Echo in surprise.

“Get out!” Echo chucked a wadded-up ball of paper at the leprechaun. “Thank you for the message, now get lost!”

“Okay! Geez! Sorry! I just wanted to share the good news, like I was told!” Nola groaned, scurrying out of the study.

Echo sighed and slumped back into her chair. She couldn’t believe that Nola had interrupted such a delicate, important time with something that inane. Couldn’t she have delivered her congratulations without making it sound like the world was collapsing!?

“Whatever,” Echo muttered, shaking her head. “It’s not like it matters, anyway. Back to the point at hand…”

Nick was getting closer. Echo turned her attention back to the scene, and smiled. Yeah, that was what she wanted to see.

Normally, Echo would have had no qualms about openly masturbating. She had very few vices as a result of her transformation. But just because Echo was the sort of person who was happy to give into her desires when she pleased, that didn’t mean she wanted to start schlicking right here in the middle of her study.

She still had her own standards. And besides- the real ecstasy was in absorbing the information before her in its totality. If she just went at herself like some feral animal, what would that say about her? It would be rather crass.

Echo wasn’t just a deranged host who wanted to watch everyone succumb to temptation, give in, and become corrupted- she wanted those things but also wanted to prove to the producers just how competent she was.

So… no. Her pleasure could wait until the night was over.

And she wasn’t the only one denying herself.

What’s the matter, Mary? She thought as she watched her other self. The pigtailed girl was enraptured by the sight of her husband pleasing two women at once, and Echo knew that she had to be frightfully jealous that she wasn’t one of them. I know you want to give in and take pleasure in what you’re seeing right now. I thought we were done playing the prude? You can do better than this, I’m sure of it, my sweet girl… oh, yes.

Echo licked her lips and quivered with excitement. As she watched Nick alternate between Carly and Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin, she could feel the end coming close, and she knew- just a little bit more, and he’d give in, and cum inside one of them.

She hoped it would be Carly. And judging by the cries Carly was making, Carly hoped it would be Carly, too.

Once upon a time, in another life, Echo had been the kind of sappy sweetheart who would do anything if it would make somebody else happy.

And while that side of herself had long since withered and died, she could admit- making people happy wasn’t the worst feeling in the world.

She could do something nice for Carly. As a treat. Not that she needed to tip her hand. It was pleasure enough for her, to see Nick taking pleasure in their bodies, to see the both of them taking pleasure from him… to see all of them, pushing each other right to the edge… right past the point of no return… until… until finally…

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin fell first. That was fine. Echo had anticipated that. Ultimately, the mute girl had just been a pawn, a tool to get the temperature in the room ratcheted up and reduce the inhibitions of everyone involved.

As she watched the assassin collapse on top of Carly and Nick pull out of her and thrust into the other woman, Echo felt a shiver of delight. Yes, this was exactly what she hoped to see, the two of them taking pleasure in one another with nothing to stand in their way.

She could hear Carly’s passioned moans, her desperate pleas to have a baby put into her, to be knocked up and become a mommy.

Do it, Echo silently urged him. Do it. Make her pregnant. Give in, Nick! Give in! You know you want to! Do it!

At this point, any sense of decorum had long since fled her office. Echo rubbed her thighs together so hard she might have gotten friction burns, and she didn’t even care. Her gloved hand plunged down between her legs and she began digging inside of her pussy, feeling the sopping wet squishiness of her virgin hole.

To Echo, who had never actually tasted the pleasure of sex before, and who had only recently had her first kiss, this was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. Two people obsessed with devouring each other’s bodies running towards parenthood without any restraint. Pushing themselves to their absolute sexual limit, not caring about what happened or what desires they gave into.

As long as they could have a brief moment of perfect pleasure, then the consequences didn’t matter. That was the anthem of the sexual congress happening in the Master’s Suite tonight, and Echo couldn’t be happier about it.

Just a little more… just a little more, and you’ll be all mine… yes… yes! Echo felt her body tingle with electric pleasure as she touched herself, delighting in the future she saw right before her eyes. The future where Nick didn’t just stop with Carly.

She could picture it perfectly. After knocking her up, he’d go back and shoot the rest of his load inside of Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin. Could the augmented assassin even get pregnant? Echo had no idea, but in her fantasy, she absolutely could. And then, with those two nice and up the spout, he’d move on, to the only warm pussy in the room left to seed, Morgana.

Would she put up a fight? Would she tell him that she was too young to be a mother? Would she be able to keep her common sense in the face of such bald and bold sexual heat?

Echo couldn’t be sure. But she bet that the answer was “no”. Morgana, as much progress as she may have made on the dominant front, was possibly the woman in Nick’s harem who was most susceptible to pressure.

If Nick knocked up two women right in front of her and pushed her down and demanded she be the third, the eager-to-please little goth bitch would have no choice but lie back, spread her legs, and take Nick’s seed however the fuck he wanted her to-

“WHAT?!” Echo roared. Her eyes snapped open and a quiver of aggravation shot through her body as she watched in disbelief and horror as Nick pulled himself out of the orgasming Carly, and sprayed his load all over the women’s enhanced backsides.

Echo couldn’t believe her eyes.

“He… he didn’t go through with it?” She squeaked. Her hands fell uselessly to her sides and she slowly shook her head. “How!? HOW!?”

Echo slammed her palms on the table and rose to her feet, nearly falling over from how unsteady her steps were. She shook her head again.

It didn’t make sense. None of this made any sense! Her heart pounded with agitation in her chest and she began to grind her teeth together as she dug her nails into the hard wood of her desk.

“What is the matter with him!?” She roared. “That was the perfect opportunity! PERFECT! It was supposed to be perfect!”

“Rough night? Shishishishi…”

Echo jumped and whirled towards the door. Lynette was standing there with a crooked grin on her face and a dim glow in her eyes. She seemed to be delighted by Echo’s frustration, which only served to aggravate her boss even further.

“…Lynette,” she spat, sinking back down into her ruined chair. “And what do YOU want?”

“Shishishishi… just stopping by, to see if you had any use for me,” Lynette cackled, slowly drifting into the room. Her footsteps didn’t make a sound. “I’m done saying hello to mommy… but you’re still my boss, aren’t you? Aren’t you? Aren’t you? Aren’t you?”

“That’s right,” Echo said, willing her body to calm down. “And you’re right, too, Lynette.”

“Oh?” The scraggy-haired blonde raised a curious eyebrow. “Right about what? That you’re having a bad time?”

Echo looked sharply at her. “No- that I’m your boss,” she coldly replied.

“…Oh.” Lynette was still smiling, but now it was the sort of smile that suggested Echo might be getting stabbed soon.

Well, Echo didn’t need to care about that.

“I’m just glad I don’t have a nose,” Lynette said, waving her hand in front of her very much nose-having face. “Otherwise, I might be smelling quite a scent right now, hmm?”

Echo’s eye twitched. “Excuse me?” She growled at the doll girl. “Is that supposed to be a joke?”

“More a comment on your study’s air quality,” Lynette cackled. “Shishishishi…”

She gave an exaggerated sniff to prove her point.

“And where did something like you learn about the word ‘quality’?” Echo demanded. “…Never mind, I don’t really care. I’ve just had my night spoiled for me, so if you’d like to take an order, I’d be happy to give you one.”

Lynette grabbed the hem of her skirt and gave a broken curtsy. “Your wish is my command,” she giggled. “Mistress.”

“Don’t call me that,” Echo immediately replied.

Just the insinuation of that word made her shiver in disdain. Disgusted, she shook her head and looked towards the window at the night sky beyond.

“I have a few ideas that I want you to enact.”

With that settled, she told Lynette what she needed her to do, and then shooed the doll girl away. Lynette walked away with a gleeful expression on her face. She stopped in the doorway and turned around.

“I’ll close the door, don’t worry,” she crooned, earning her a glare from her boss.

Unfortunately, Echo didn’t have any other papers to crumple up and throw. She did have a stapler, though. Luckily, Lynette had already closed the door by the time the idea occurred to the demented host.

Irritated and her evening ruined, Echo returned to viewing the night in the Master’s Suite. Nick had disappointed her by resisting the temptation to cum inside of Carly, somehow, through means she couldn’t possibly understand.

What was even left, at this point?

Vanilla sex with Morgana?

Please.

And yet, when Echo returned to viewing the night in the Master’s Suite, she found herself pleasantly surprised.

“Oh. Well, that sure wasn’t what I expected,” she said aloud, leaning back in her seat.

Morgana was certainly having the time of her life. She looked like she was enjoying herself even more than Carly had been, and for once, she was the one riding on top.

A lightbulb flipped on in Echo’s mind.

Well… if Morgana is on top, and she’s feeling this much pleasure… then doesn’t that mean there’s a chance that she won’t be able to get off him in time? She reasoned thoughtfully.

Nick was really giving this his all. She was impressed that he had the stamina to be with three women at once, especially without any supportive transformations to aid him.

But even Echo could see that he couldn’t maintain this pace forever. His body was starting to weaken, and that… worked out just fine for Echo. She licked her lips and grinned, imagining what he was doing, and how it was going.

He doesn’t have it in him! She realized. He doesn’t have the strength to push her off of him, and she doesn’t have the sense to get off of him, either! Not with all the pleasure she’s feeling right now! This is perfect!

Forget about Carly and Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin! Right now, Morgana was all set to become a mother without anyone being able to stop her!

Echo watched in gleeful excitement as Morgana pushed Nick right up to the edge- any second now, and they’d both go over, and the deed would be done.

Maybe this night could be salvaged after all…