Goddess Collector: Every Hole is a Goal

Title: Bedtime Tales

"What next?" Felicia inquired while hogging the entire three-person couch. She laid on the surface on her side and had her head supported over her bent arm as her loose white locks fell over the armrest. Mary sat on the other sofa with Anna squeezed in on the seat while the others, extremely dissatisfied, sat on the carpet around the table while looking at Jennifer. She really took a shine to her mutated form and even took the chance to gain fame the moment she returned.

Jennifer clearly knew that Nik's stay in this world is a short one and her dream of opening her law firm cannot be accomplished in this world. Instead, she decided to make good use of her time. Trying to stop crime and help others now that she knew that the only way to escape torture after death is to feel good about oneself. Quite a strange way of judgment but on a deeper level, a fitting one. After all, what best a punishment set by oneself in a situation of great pain?

"And then—"

"I'm sorry," Ava interjected. She had her dark hair tied back and wore a loose hoody and sweatpants, "I just don't know why we gave an entire couch to that thief," she looked towards Felicia and matched her glimmering green pupils with her dark orbs.

"Because rock beats scissor. Too bad I'm not racist, or I would have plenty more comments," Felicia smiled, her plump lips stretching wider.

"That's plenty racist already," Mj noted as she sat next to Ava with Gwen by her side and Cindy flanking Ava from the other. Tigra and Vertigo still remained in the Paradise, or otherwise known as the Savage Land, and Janet was not present either with her professional work demanding her attention.

"Give it a rest," Natasha scoffed, sitting on a chair, "What happened next?" She inquired.

"Next... it was a strange scene. Like Nik was growing out of Ice. And the ice looked like water..." Jennifer continued while Gwen, who seemed to twitch every now and then for obvious reasons showed a wry expression once again.

"What did she say now?"

Jennifer huffed in anger.

"She... said that you're, uhm, well, she meant that you're a little lacking in storytelling."

"Come on, Poole! I can't see you but you can see me, right? Stop interrupting already. Or, you can tell describe the scene and Gwen can just speak after you. Word to word," Anna groaned and hugged Mary as the short-haired redhead sighed and kissed the top of Anna's head.

"That would be interesting," Natasha shrugged before realizing something and matching Jennifer's glare, "Oh, come on. You're good in front of a court but right now, you're clearly struggling. Raise of hand to change the speaker," she called out and raised her hand.

Mj, Cindy, Felicia, and Natasha were the ones who raised their hands.

Gwen, Ava, Anna, and Mary were the ones to refute the argument.

"Um... if we need to break the tie then Poole and Spider have raised their hands," Gwen admitted with a blush.

"Hell, yeah!" Poole cheered, not that anybody could see her with Nik gone except for this world's Gwen.

Soon, Gwen stood up and Jennifer sat down, making others shift a little.

"Remember," Felicia cooed, "We want a word-to-word description. That ghost of yours claimed to be a better storyteller after all."

Gwen flinched. When standing in front of all of them, she felt a little unnerved but the most intimidating of all, Angela, wasn't present, much to Gwen's relief.

"Fine," she nodded, "Poole says to prepare popcorn. This is a wild one."

"We're out of it, sorry," Mary coughed, "We had movie night yesterday."

"Yup! The mummy series!" Anna grinned.

"It wasn't that good," Natasha mumbled.

"Wow... you guys have movie nights... maybe you should be my parents," Cindy whimpered while leaning against Ava.

"Ehm," Gwen cleared her throat, making others stop from changing the subject altogether, "That was Poole clearing her throat. Hm? Oh... alright. From now, I'll stop using the statement— That's what Poole said— and replace Poole with 'She.'"

"So... that's what she said?" Jennifer frowned, "That's so immature."

"Nobody likes a jealous cunt," Gwen blushed while saying this but at least, there wasn't anyone else to hear her, "That's what she said..."

"Pfft!" Felicia giggled.

"That was a good one," Natasha smirked.

"Ehm," Gwen cleared her throat once again, "So, the story begins from the appearance in an arctic hell. A brave man led a group of a few girls and two strong Phantoms of the world yet unknown to all. Destroyed by a push of a red button. The Man, a charmer, had a simple objective— the Palace of Hel. He was determined to conquer the dead! Not for some floozy of a goddess, but for his own ambitions. For they were symbolized by one Goddess of Death."

Gwen clearly struggled. She had her fists clenched and knowing that Poole wouldn't be seen by others, she felt subjected to the amusement of other girls. Even Mj had a slight smirk and recalling how she herself had... well, how she came over Mj's entire performance, Gwen only felt that a Karmic retribution had decided to fuck her at this moment in the form of a stubborn and adorable phantom.

"She's right. Much better storytelling," Ava mumbled.

"Whatever," Jennifer mumbled, her shoulders slumping.

"The group crossed the Frozen Hell. They came across the tree of the world, they surpassed the most poisonous of snakes and spiders and finally they met the speaker of Hel— The Queen herself! A woman of great height and equal arrogance. She did not meet this Hero's eye and sent him on a terrible quest of collecting Ghostly Valkyries, the Vanquish of a Great Evil and... ehm, just the two."

"He completed his tasks, with the help of his friends. The bee helped in creating a pleasant mood. The two Phantoms provided the greatest pieces of advice. The Goddess of Mischief acted like a harlot she is and the two boors, what might be expected of them?"

Jennifer clenched her fist at this point.

"Invited into the palace, the group was ambushed! The Queen demanded the two amazing phantoms for herself but the thought of the deprivation of their existence, the leader took charge in defeating the Queen of the Dead. She was strong, but not enough. Her flames were completely isolated with ice and frost so cold that the frozen hell of... Hel... felt warmer!

Then, the leader finally declared his love for the two Phantoms. He took them to his chamber and celebrated his victory in a night of—"

"Yeah, now this became ridiculous. I was even enjoying this version," Natasha sat up and sighed.

"Agree," Felicia sighed deeply, "I didn't enjoy the broken description but at least, Jennifer had details... and why didn't you start with the scene of the room?" She looked towards the green-skinned woman with a blaming look.

"Ok, I'm not saying that," Gwen glared at the glass table and she sat down.

"No, I'm not talking after you. You liar, if Nik really had sex with you... you'd know the difference by now," Gwen's words made everyone else nod.

"Fine, then I'll tell whatever's left!" Jennifer quickly stood up gleefully.

As she began to describe the untold orgy and the use of various tools later down the night and the extremely arousing punishment marked over the Goddess of Death, everyone quickly dispersed. They wanted to return to their homes and jump into their beds for extremely obvious reasons.