Story: UY Destiny Temps

 

Does it not seem strange to anyone else? How can an entire organisation devoted to maintaining destiny spring up out of nowhere? One hates to use the blind watchmaker argument, but in this case there's something to it. How can such a thing appear organically? Someone must have uncovered the means to control or manipulate future events, and then made it into an interface that would be easy for humans... Or humanoid rabbits to make full use of. In particular, the fact that it uses doors recognisable to human eyes in terms of use and purpose is impossible to call coincidence. This could not have sprung up out of nowhere. Not in this form. It's... not impossible, but the odds against it are astronomical. 

Thus one must inevitably ask 'who made it then?' For much the same reason that any organisation must have a founder, or founders, so too much this one. A head honcho. The one that hires people. Fires them. Pays them. Makes the decisions on a top down basis.

In this case that entity usually slumbered. The company took care of things itself. Still, there were times where it had to rouse... and by rouse, I mean take physical form. For what else could organise and maintain a company that maintained destiny, than Destiny itself? 

"Okay, who screwed things up?" a sleep figure rose, stretching out limbs. Making that kind of sleepy blinking expression of the person that's not a morning person at all but still has to be up to do stuff today whether they like it or not. She rubbed at her eyes further, then rolled over to her feet. "I swear if it's the Mendos again, I'm finding a loophole in that deal and I'm... Huh?"

She stopped, opened one eye a creak and then patted down her body. Those were boobs. Pretty big boobs too. A nice slender waist, wide hips, a full ass and those thighs were lethal weapons.

"Why am I a chick?" she asked. Destiny scooted along to a mirror to take a look, and saw... a kinda doofy looking face. Brown hair. Big stupid looking eyes. Kinda average looking. Couldn't quite see her mouth though what with this translucent veil in the way. "And why am I dressed up like some slutty belly dancer?!"

Sure enough, that's exactly what she was dressed up as. A rainbow themed belly dancer. Silk top wrapped around the chest, hanging from a chain around the neck. Sleeveless, exposed waistline. Translucent rainbow silk trousers that barely did anything to conceal the legs, and very skimpy underwear underneath those.

She tugged the veil down and stared into the face of... Ataru Moroboshi, if he was a girl.

"Of course," she said to herself, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Of course it's Moroboshi. What, I toss a super cute and affectionate alien at you, and you're not content? Do you have any idea how many guys you personally know are jealous you get to spend so much time with her? You want a harem? You wouldn't know what to do with a harem if you had one!"

This was bad. She'd only take a form like this if, somehow, the plans for the future had somehow centred around 'Ataru gets a harem'. There was no other logical explanation. Which meant she had to work quickly to assess the damage, and - 

"Everyone's off sick? What?!" she yelled. "Oh, that explains what happened. They must've let Moroboshi in unsupervised to help out!" Which was either dumb or desperate, and often there's little real difference between the two. Either way, she was storming downstairs to give an earful to whoever was responsible for this mess. Then maybe set about cleaning up after it all by herself if she had to - 

Except that it was worse than she'd realised.

"Oh, hell..." she groused, flicking through the various possible futures. "What a mess. What a total pig's ear he's made of it! This could easily make reality shatter in two!" Fixing it at this point might not even be possible to start with. Maybe if it had been caught sooner, but now...?

Lum was into it. Benten was into it. So was Oyuki. Sakura. Ryoko. Asuka. Shinobu and Ryuunosuke were still trying to fight their futures, but it was all but a lost cause. Ran was... borderline in a different way. Hell, at this very moment Ataru was having a foursome with Lum, Benten and Oyuki! The whole mess was pretty much self-sustaining at this point. Even if Moroboshi himself did literally nothing, the girls that were already into it were in the act of recruiting more and more girls anyway.

"Urgh! I should have woken up, like, a day ago! Why the hell did I sleep in?!" she yelled, clutching at the side of her head in abject, total panic. "Oh, right. That movie marathon wiped me out. How was I supposed to say no to sci-fi schlock...? Ah, to think that sci-fi schlock and a horny idiot would destroy the world through their combined efforts!"

Hold on, now. Hold on. It's fine, it's cool, it's okay. She could fix this. She could fix this. Somehow. Not by using the doors. They could only create possible futures, and those already under the influence were way too fucking deep under the influence to be snapped out of it by random chance. The second she created a door that had Ataru not having a harem, the others would descend upon it like locusts and rip it to shreds.

Which meant she'd have to go out there, into the world at large, and create a possibility herself that was big enough to let her make a door. Which was difficult. Very risky. Looking at herself like this made it clear how dangerous the situation could be. If she carelessly ran into Moroboshi or any of the girls under his thrall already, there was a tremendous risk that blowback from their altered destinies could, in turn, bring <i>her</i> into his harem as well, which .

Shudder. It didn't bear thinking about.

That being the case she had to find someone that had not yet been influenced by the altered destiny. At least in the present. That would be a tall ask, as anyone worth contacting for help was probably about an hour away from making his dick wet. Which severely limited her options - 

Until she found Kurama.

Aha! Perfect. Kurama, the crow princess. A pretty hot babe in her own right. From a culture that supposedly had its Princesses marry the first man to kiss them as they slept, only for it to turn out to be for asinine reasons. Which explained more traditions than people realise. The others actually were started for practical reasons but were often kept going long after technology made those practical reasons obsolete. Tradition is a powerful drug.

"Hrm... You know, I can probably get Tsubame into this as well, now that he's no longer a thing for Sakura..." Destiny mused. "Oh, and Nagisa too! He's not even met Ryuunosuke yet! Kukuku, perfect! With the three of them working together, they could surely set things back along the right path!

That is, assuming they weren't following the same path laid out by the very system that Destiny had created. Perhaps even Destiny itself could wind up a sleeping slave.