Dream Intermission Four

Sharron felt a sudden bout of disorientation. She wasn't supposed to be here. Huh? Why wouldn't I be here? I was feeling very strange for a moment but then the anger returned.

We were back at the chairs again, for the fifth time after the forth challenge, and for the first time I hadn't come in first place. All because the bitches had stabbed me in the back after all I tried to do for them. What happened to Agnes hadn't been my fault.

I looked over at Steven's throne where what was left of Agnes knelt beside, no sign of intelligence left in her eyes. In a way I hoped that was true, that she wasn't imprisoned in her body screaming at what she'd become. What she'd feared. Just Steven's pet cow.

My plan had worked. The buffer she'd gotten from my milking her while Steven watched had more than carried her past what she'd lost from the next challenge and she didn't even get a bad transformation, losing half her age. Steven hadn't hesitated in calling for that, the obviously best option. She'd seemed happy with it.

Then she'd drawn the last date of the next week and I hadn't gone with her, too busy preparing for the challenge in the morning, and disaster had struck.

I didn't know what exactly had happened. I never had a chance to talk to her and she wasn't answering any questions now. Not unless you counted a Moo as a answer. Steven had been really evasive as well and I couldn't risk pushing him, but he'd at least told me they'd gotten into a fight if not why or what about.

Our host had been the one to tell us poor Agnes, for what ever reason, had physically assaulted Steven and she'd gotten a huge penalty for it. First place wouldn't have saved her then, not that I could have helped her even if it would have. We'd been put into the maze all at the same time somehow. All on my own I ran the maze the best I could, there was no point to sandbagging. Knowing the trick of maze running made the challenge just another race to me.

No one else came close to my finish time. And Agnes came in dead last. Even more points in the hole after the challenge no one got the chance to say anything before she'd been eliminated.

Blinking away the memory I looked at her again. Naked of course, her pale skin now marked in places with black spots. Just like a cow. The tail, ears, and little horns were almost a afterthought but they completed the picture of what had been done to her. Just Steven's pet, living in the master suite with him full time now.

He'd even led her out here on a leash secured to the collar that held her cow bell. He'd had the good grace to look abashed when he'd caught my glance. He'd told me he didn't want her eliminated even if she had hit him, and I believed him.

He wasn't the reason I was angry. No, that reason sat in the chairs around me.

I'd gotten the cold shoulder from them all week, except for Tonya who been the only one to remain loyal to me even if she refused to work with me and continued to antagonize Steven. The rest blamed me for what happened to Agnes, as if I was the one that fired her up to do something stupid. They'd refused to work with me at all this week.

I should have known fucking Camilla had been plotting against me.

I looked over at Maria, dressed in just her lacy lingerie now she looked a far cry from the greasy mechanic I first met. Her once muscular body was now all soft curves, which was a shame. Worse still her golden crucifix was now a golden dick on the chain about her neck, her last transformation had turned her faith into a worship of Steven's cock.

I had no love for Christianity, but that blasphemy was many steps too far. Steven hadn't asked for that one to his credit but the audience had found it too 'funny' to pass up.

Maybe her new 'faith' had become a problem between us. It certainly had with Tonya, who now called her cock whore and worse.

Past Maria was now just Lucia with Agnes gone. She'd gotten even younger than the German woman and now looked barely legal, young enough to be Steven's daughter. She also now thought she was Steven's ex girlfriend, never mind she'd never met him before the show. She couldn't be convinced otherwise.

He'd confided in me that Lucia really wanted to move past the ex bit and get 'back' together with him. I'd told him there was no use trying to reason with her and he might as well humor her. He'd seemed glad to hear it, I think because he already had but I didn't judge him for yielding when the now teenage looking Spanish woman was throwing herself at him.

But those two were just pawns, I was pissed at them but not primarily.

Looking the other way I came to poor Tonya, or Toy as everyone else called her now. She looked nothing like the short haired raw boned punk who'd entered the show. Her hair now fell in long luxurious golden locks, no matter how many times she tried to hack it back short. Her breasts made anyone but Agnes look flat, and they jutted unnaturally high and perky on her now curvy body.

She looked like the ultimate porn star and absolutely hated it.

She hadn't let me help her with Steven, but she hadn't worked with the others either, and it had cost her.

Finally we had fucking Camilla who looked back at me with her smug grin, or as smug as she could look in a maids dress and with her white furred dogs ears and tail. Her hair was white as well now and her eyes an odd shade of red. Why Steven had been so keen to have her become an albino I didn't get but I'd heard of stranger kinks.

This bitch had schemed with the others to work together against me and bought something from the bonus point store than had messed with my head so words looked backwards during the challenge which had really fucked with me and yet they'd still only managed to knock me down to third place even if she had taken first.

Still it was enough, now I was facing my first transformation and poor Tonya had come in last. She was down to zero victory points, if she so much as sneezed in Stevens direction she was done and after Agnes I didn't want to even think about what that meant for her.

Speaking of Steven... I looked at the throne and the small man sitting there. If I was angry, he was beyond furious, and glaring right at Camilla. He'd taken her attack on me personally which made it really really fucking stupid of her. Possibly even worse for her I'd still taken first place in the popularity poll by another landslide. The audience hadn't liked her play either.

Lucia and Maria had their transformations explained and neither Steven or I had really paid any attention to them but now our host was standing before me with a sad look in her emerald green eyes. I looked back and gave her a brave smile in return. Momentarily I was shocked for some reason to feel no pain at doing so but for the life of me I couldn't figure out why.

Steven looked over as well and turned white as a sheet. The second option would make us think he was actually my son. Well fuck me that sounded bad. Please Goddess let him not say he wanted that one, no way I could refute it without irreparable damage to our relationship. Our host was going to ask me which I wanted or hated and I no idea what I could say.

"You can't fucking do that!" He was up and out of his chair and sounded even more angry than he looked. "You can't make me think Sharron is my mother."

"Well we can definitely take that as your answer for which you hate. How about which of the others you prefer then?"

Steven sank back into his chair as I sighed in relief. "Taller, make her taller. Let her lord it over these bitches that stabbed her in the back." Yeah he was definitely not happy.

"Sharron?" My blue haired lover asked me with a twinkle in her eye. She could see I was relieved.

"I agree with Steven of course, what's another foot of height when I already tower over everyone." I laughed. Steven laughed too and Camilla looked sour.

"So brave." She whispered to me as she continued on to Tonya. I was tempted to reach out and take her hand but this wasn't the best time or place.

She started talking to Tonya but I wasn't really listening, I was more focused on how I was going to make these bitches pay for making an enemy of me while I had been trying so hard to help them.

I'd have them down on their fucking knees groveling, begging for my forgiveness.

Warm red heat suffused my body as the rage built and the disorientation from before came back.

Sharron let it carry her down into darkness and smiled at an image of Camilla licking her boot as tears streamed down her face.

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Shar blinked and opened her eyes. She wasn't supposed to dream this night, hadn't drank the bitter tainted blood of her formula fearing it would take her too far, and yet...

She turned her head and looked over at where she was holding Tonya's hand and looked up to see her eyes open and looking directly into hers.

Good morning, but you should be sleeping. Shar thought to her.

The dreams give me hope. Can you do it? Her thoughts hadn't been this coherent in a very long time.

I'd say I'd die trying but that would be a bit redundant.

It wasn't your fault. So she'd always insisted, and Shar couldn't believe.

Go to sleep dear, I'll wake you one way or the other.

Shar signed as she got up from her bed while Tonya closed her eyes, drifting back into untroubled slumber.

Residual effects of the potion or had Tonya's dreams carried her along the course already set? Either way she felt remarkably better this morning. A rest had been a very good idea.

But tonight the hunt was back on.