The Harem on the Hill (Part XL) (Patreon)

You rush from Anastasia's dimly lit chamber into the divine light of your garden courtyard.  Shielding your eyes from the midday sun, you serpentine the sandy path, one of eight that wind from the octagonal outer walls to meet at the circular gazebo that marks the courtyard's center.  From above, the gazebo and its radiating paths evoke the bloodshot eye of a monster (at least it did on the architectural blueprints you approved), which seems appropriate considering it's the one spot on your estate where the devilish activities of your harem can be witnessed from a God's eye view.

There isn't much to see right now, however.  Debbie stands alone beneath the gazebo's shaded canopy and there's no trace of Tabitha or Tina.  As you emerge from the foliage, Debbie cups her hands over her nose and mouth like she just sneezed.  Between her guilty expression and delightfully cherubic figure, she reminds you of a child who broke a lamp and knows she'll be punished when Dad gets home.

"What the hell is going on?"

The question is answered before it leaves your lips.  Rolling around on the gazebo floor is a Daliesque ball of hair and appendages that looks vaguely human--kind of like the creature in The Thing caught mid-transformation or The Blob as it assimilates its victims.  You see a foot here, a grimacing face there, but mostly you just see a mass of quivering flesh.  Between Tina and Tabitha there's nearly five-hundred pounds of flab convulsing atop the wood-slat deck.

"At ease, ladies!"

It's difficult to tell who has the upper hand in their literal tangle, but it's obvious neither is prepared to admit defeat.  So much for the discipline you've worked so hard to instill.  You point your phone towards the girls like a phaser, knowing you should end this not-so-little dust-up, but part of you, especially the part below the waist, is curious how it will play-out.

What do you do?