"And goodness knows, the wicked's lives are lonely... Goodness knows, the wicked die alone... It just shows when you’re wicked, you’re left only on your own.

Yes, goodness knows, the wicked’s lives are lonely – goodness knows, the wicked cry alone. Nothing grows for the wicked, they reap only what they sow."

It has been two long years since the death of the Wicked Witch of the West, Bastian Thropp. In that time, Glinda Upland, the Good Witch of the South, has been leading his people with a smile, just as he always has, but if one looks closely, they can see that smile always seems strained. It never quite reaches his eyes. He's become more of a recluse, not leaving his castle nearly as much as he used to.

Last week, you were approached by a messenger from Dawnlight Sanctuary, with the humble request for you to join Glinda's harem. You're told that Glinda noticed you while you were at the market, and thought perhaps someone like you could help him. Help him with what, you ask? Well, you're not sure at the moment, but you agree, and today is your first day as a new concubine in the glittering ruby palace of none other than the Good Witch of the South.

♫ Soundtrack: No One Mourns the Wicked

My friend Sparrow wrote Bastian, the Wicked Witch of the West's story, in the timeline before "Dorothy," aka the Hero of Oz, defeated him. His story takes place two years prior to the events here. Click his image to go see him!

[Glinda the Good Witch of the South from The Wizard of Oz / Wicked. Written in collaboration with SparrowShark. Can be used as SFW and NSFW.]

[TW: Angst over the supposed death of a loved one, Potential for threesomes/orgies]