You learn that is nothing good

After a couple of hours of cuddling, Stacey changed you back and you put Olivia, still transformed into a sex doll, into the closet for safe-keeping. After that, life started to go back to normal. You covered for Olivia, saying she was terribly sick or dealing with a **** in the family when people called about her, while Stacey took some time off work and sulked.

You divided your time between working on your web comic, your part time job and trying to keep an eye on Stacey. You had never seen her like this before. She was angry in a way you didn't know she could be. She barely said anything to you, except to complain loudly about some minor thing. Other then that, she refused to acknowledge her feelings.

You also figured out that whenever she got horny, she would use the marker on herself and go use Olivia to relieve her pent-up frustrations. At first, this didn't bother you. But after almost a week of no progress, you felt a sickening weight in your stomach every time you heard the sound of the closet door being moved.

Finally, you decided you had to tell her. "Stacey, I have something to say." You glanced up at her over your food. You were eating spaghetti at the dinner table together. She glanced up from her noodles and set her fork aside, a look of trepidation on her face. "If this is about Olivia," she trailed off. "I'm not changing her back." You frowned. "Stacey, please. That's no life for a human, even if she did hurt you." Stacey glared at you. "She hurt us. Not just me, us! She hurt you even more- she **** you and used the marker to make you like it!"

You nodded. "I know. But it's not right what we're doing." Stacey sighed. "Finn, I can't. She, she betrayed me. Olivia was my friend. That relationship we had, I don't think it will ever be the same." You nodded. "I understand. Maybe it won't. I'm not even saying you have to like her. But you can't keep hating her." Stacey took another bite of spaghetti, thinking hard about what you said. "Okay, fine. But I have my conditions."

Stacey wrote "Telekinetic" on herself, then handed the marker to you. You took Olivia out of the closet and placed her on the couch in the living room. Then you wrote, "Clean of all Marker Writing" on her. Instantly, Olivia's translucent green flesh transformed back into pale skin over a well-padded body. Olivia suddenly lay there, naked as the day she was born, on the couch.

She sat up, blinking at you two, covering her chest. You suddenly realized you were staring and quickly retreated into your room. You retrieved a spare blanket and brought it back out, draping it over her shoulders. "Sorry, I didn't think of that." Olivia just gave Stacey, then you, a blank look. "I," she began. "I have no excuse for what I did. It was wrong. I'm sorry about that."

You nodded. "Thank you, Olivia. We just wanted to free you, because it was wrong to hold you like that." You cleared your throat. "And also," you gestured to Stacey. Stacey grit her teeth. "We," she stopped. Then, after squaring her shoulders, she continued, "We wanted to forgive you for what you did." Her expression remained fierce. "Don't think we've forgotten though- we haven't."

Olivia nodded. "That's, more than I deserve. It doesn't justify what I did, but I, once I gave myself that cock, I was so much hornier than I had ever been. That, along with the understanding that I could do whatever I wanted to you guys, fulfill my every fantasy, it was intoxicating. That doesn't excuse me, but that's why it happened." Olivia cleared her throat. If you guys want, I can move out. I swear, I'll never tell anyone about what happened, or the marker."

Stacey looked over at you. You nodded, then began. "Actually, Olivia, we had a different idea." You continued as Stacey stopped. "You see, as we see it, we might need you. In a way, you were right. We were selfish, using the marker for only ourselves. But I don't think that either me or Stacey are smart enough to use the marker to its full potential. So to have you here to advise us, it might really help." Stacey nodded, though it clearly pained her. "Besides, we can't really trust you not to not tell anyone EVER, so the only other option is to erase your memories, which I don't feel is a good idea. So basically, I don't know if you can leave." Olivia wrapped the blanket around herself. "So, what does that entail?"

You gestured for Stacey to sit down. "We're going to make a pact between ourselves- we can enforce it with the marker, if you two want. This will be a solemn promise that you can't ever break. We all swear that we won't use the marker to dominate the others or anyone who doesn't want to be, we won't use the marker to change the world without asking the approval of the others, and obviously we won't tell anyone about the marker. Those are the three rules that we will now abide by." You looked at Olivia, then over to Stacey. "Does that sound fair?"

Olivia nodded. "That's more than fair. I'll agree to that." Stacey nodded. "As will I." You put your hand on your heart. "On my honor, I swear I will." Stacey then spoke up. "However Liv, don't think you're getting off that easy. There's still the matter of restitution." Olivia paled a little. "Restitution?"

You and Stacey both looked at her. "You're going to pay us back for what you did to us." Olivia looked down at the carpet. "Alright, I guess I can. But shouldn't I get time served for draining Stacey's balls for a week?" You frowned at Stacey, who blushed a little. "Alright, alright, we'll be merciful," she conceded. You turned back to Olivia. "So the first one is obvious. You're not allowed to touch or use the marker for 1 year, or until we decide you can. And we will be enforcing that with the marker."

Olivia cleared her throat. "That's understandable. And secondly?" Stacey flashed her a hungry grin. "Well, Finn has always wanted kids, so I was thinking," she trailed off. Olivia blushed beet-red. "Wait, kids? You want me to be your surrogate?" She looked between the two of you. "Wait a minute, you two aren't even married! Doesn't that come first?" You shrug. "Well, Stacey hasn't been ready for that for a while now." Stacey glared at you. "Hey, I just wanted to enjoy my life for a while. Besides, we never had enough money or were in a good place with our careers," you gesture to her. "Mistress of excuses, this one."

Stacey stuck her tongue out at you. "Buzz off, mister. It's not my fault your comic only made peanuts and you're still working for 9 bucks an hour the rest of the time." You smile cockily. "Actually it's 11 dollars an hour." Stacey rolls her eyes. "You know what I mean. My point is, we never had the time or money or whatever." Stacey then produced the marker. "But now, that's all changed. Now we can do whatever we want. We'll never have to worry about time or money or anything."

You nod in agreement, then look over at Olivia. "And we're willing to share that with you. We'll be family. Together, forever. Till **** do us part. So what do you say?" Olivia smiled nervously. "Sure. I, I'd like that. If you'll have me." You smiled. "Of course we'll have you!" Then you glanced over at Stacey. "Well," she sighed. "I guess."