Susan's Date: End

Anna was sitting in the bar being amused by the antics of the others. The musicians were celebrating their successful date and were well past sloshed at this point. Gabriella and Misty had their ability to wear clothes back and had joined in though Misty didn't seem quite as gone as her lightweight friend.

Tracy was still sober and working on her laptop, she looked well pleased about something so it must have been going well. Anna herself was just nursing a beer enjoying the company.

That came to an abrupt end as Candy slammed into the room a tearstained mess. The winged girl ran straight into Anna and launched into a incoherent ramble while wetting down Anna's shirt with fresh tears.

"You catch any of that?" Anna asked Tracy who was sitting across the table and now had a very unTracylike look on her face.

"She said she killed Stacy." Tracy said deadpan. Anna had never seen the shorter woman so serious, or heard her voice so devoid of emotion.

"Well that can't be right." Anna took ahold of Candy by her shoulders and held her back some. "Candy, what's going on?"

Between the crying and hyperventilating Anna was still having a hard time understanding the distraught blonde but got the gist that she'd been caught in a trap and that Candy blamed herself for it. Tracy seemed to be getting more information, Anna guessed she was fluent in panicked blonde or something.

"Candy, take us to Stacy. Now." Tracy said deadly serious.

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"Wow." Anna said seeing the portrait room for the first time. That was an awful lot of Shar to take in all at once. Her attention was quickly diverted to the small white statue though, both as it stood out in the otherwise empty room and in that the still crying Candy pointed to it with fresh hysterics.

Approaching it she could see this was very clearly Stacy, only now white marble. She looked like she had just taken something from the painting in front of her, and sure enough the fan of cards in the painting of Shar's hands was missing two.

"You took a card?" Tracy asked Candy who nodded. "Then she took a card?" More nodding "And then this happened?" Candy wailed and swept up Tracy with a hug crying into her hair. Tracy looked up at Anna "Well she likely isn't dead at least."

"She isn't." Shar said from behind them.

The women, who weren't stone, whirled to face the tall redhead. "What the hell is this shit Shar?" Anna demanded.

Unruffled Shar glanced around the room. "Lots of wasted hours." She then walked over to the petrified Stacy. "Or if you mean this, obviously the results of a trap card. And again she is not dead. None of my traps kill, what would be the point of that?"

"How. Long." Tracy grated out still encumbered by Candy.

"Oh she got quite lucky really. Well and quite unlucky at the same time I suppose. Medusa's Wrath is one of my nastier traps but the time was set quite low on this one and should last for merely six hours."

Candy took this as a sign to switch bodies and rushed over to cry into Shar's bosom this time. "She's not dead?" She asked, muffled by Shar's body.

Shar sighed. "No, she's not dead. Though I'm sure she's quite gratified to hear the commotion you all are making in thinking so."

"Wait, she's still aware like this?" Anna asked in horror.

"Yes and no. Aware of her surroundings to a point yes, but not really in a thinking manor. No, I wouldn't leave someone in full awareness of their situation like that. That could be quite damaging to the psyche if it had ended up say lasting a week."

"This could have lasted a week? But what about the challenge?" Tracy asked.

"Well obviously she couldn't have competed like this so she'd have defaulted to last place. As I said she got very lucky. Even only twenty four hours would have put a serious dent in her date."

"And Laura would have pitched a major fit when your dropped the statue of our sister off in the morning."

"Yes, quite."

"Well I guess I'll put her in our room then." Anna said hefting the marble statue. Quite heavy even for Stacy's small size but she managed.

Tracy having calmed down now she knew Stacy wasn't in danger had started looking around the room in earnest while Anna left and Shar still comforting Candy watched her.

"You did these?" Tracy asked having caught the comment about wasted hours.

"Oh no, I don't paint. I modeled for them while the servants did."

"The same servants that don't do anything while you're watching?"

"While you're paying attention. As you very well know they will work about you when you are not."

"Interesting." Tracy was now looking at the large painting of Shar on the recliner. "Any way I could get this one moved to my room?" She asked.

"It will be done." Shar said with a smirk and was gone.

"Come on Candy, lets get you to your room as well. You probably need a good lie down." Tracy took the taller blonde by the hand before she latched onto her whole arm and led her out.

No one had been tempted to touch the remaining cards in the painting.

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Laura was lying in bed snuggling Susan while staring into the crackling flames in the large fireplace. The room had had a bit of a chill to it this evening but the curvy woman's body was nice and warm.

"So have you thought much about what we're going to do when we get back?" Laura asked.

"Not really." Susan replied. "Obviously there are going to have to be adjustments. We're something of a polycule now I suppose. If we became official you could inherit the company from me and probably do a much better job of running it than I would. Dad might throw a fit about me marrying another woman but what can he do about it?"

"I hadn't thought of it that way but I guess a group marriage would smooth over some legal ramifications."

"If we even need to. The rest of us have to buy things like Reality Adjustments but Shar said you had no need for bonus points, the whole harem thing might get an adjustment for you to seem normal."

"Probably too soon to even think about, we have another nine weeks to go and no telling what will happen. You'd really be okay with me running your company?"

"Honestly, yes. I don't want it. Maybe you'll get the preg transformation next time and I can stay home and raise babies."

"God! Don't even joke about that. You have any idea what a pain in the ass it would be to have to be careful about where my sexual fluids end up? I might end up with all eight of you pregnant by the end of the show."

"Well dad would love it I'm sure, having the next heir to the family fortune already on the way. And I bet you'd give me beautiful babies."

"I thought I told you not to joke about that?" Laura asked puzzled.

"I wasn't joking." Susan smiled.

Laura shook her head and tried to drift off to sleep absent mindedly stroking the curvy woman stomach while Susan wondered how much pregnancy would effect her already too large breasts.

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Everyone else was probably in bed at this point Tracy thought, but she was so close to a breakthrough she couldn't quit just yet. Sitting on a table in the bar she worked furiously on her laptop trying yet again to break the encryption on Shar's profile. She'd finally gotten the mustache to stick on Stacy's picture, and the work arounds needed had given her some ideas to try here.

And then suddenly there it was. She had access. "Fuck yeah!" She cheered then opened up the folder.

Name: Sharron Rose Cassidy

Age: 5073

Job: Show Host

Height: 7'6"

Genre: Vampire Goth

Relationship to Laura: Great-Aunt

Transformations: Legs for Days: Sharron's height increased by 1'

Queen of the Night: Sharron is now a Vampire gaining powers in theme with time and upgrades.

Upgrade: Power of the Mind: Telekinesis and Telepathy added.

Upgrade: Eye of the Storm: Weather Control added.

Unholy Power: Sharron's physical strength and resilience are further upgraded.

Victory Wish: Sharron is now a Harem Hotel host freed from her master.

Just the first page was a minefield of oh shits.

"What the fuck..." Shar was over 5000 fucking years old and somehow also their grand aunt? She had transformations and had won a fucking wish? She'd been a contestant?! And these transformations! Wait, only four transformations? If this season had had the same number of challenges she'd have had to have won six of them. Fuck, no wonder she'd won the wish.

Tracy felt a strange shift in the air and looking around realized Shar was standing next to the table watching her. "Oh fuck."

"Indeed." Shar sighed. "What did I say about not doing something stupid?"

"I triggered a trap card?"

Shar gestured behind Tracy and the short woman looked back to see a rectangular shape floating there. She also noticed the flames in the fireplace weren't moving.

"What's going on?" She asked.

"I decided you deserved some sort of explanation before the trap hits so I isolated the two of us in time for a while."

"Shit. Is the trap bad?"

Shar shrugged. "It's permanent."

"Okay I guess I'll start with, What The Fuck?! You're my fucking great-aunt?"

"Your father's, mother's, sister yes."

"And no one remembers you? How are you over five thousand years old? Your a fucking Vampire?"

Shar sighed again. "The memory of me was erased when I was taken for the show. One of the first seasons of Harem Hotel. But I didn't forget my family, and I kept track."

"And fucking kidnapped us!"

"Yes. I had hoped for the better seeing how your lives were going."

"Okay. Lets table that for the moment. Tell me about your show, you apparently kicked ass."

Shar grimaced. "I suppose I did. The season I was pulled for was for a group of confident dominant women with a spineless weasel of a man for master. He was a weakling that quickly let the power go to his head and delighted in tormenting us. Laura isn't the only woman in our family to be tall, I was 6'6" then and quite muscular, and that's not wearing my boots." Tracy nodded noting the thick heel and sole of Shar's strappy black leather boots. "I was also quite a bit smarter than most of my fellow candidates and so won the first three challenges easy. I was also quite lucky in that one of the others was a rather outspoken militant feminist and not quiet about how she felt about being a lesbian in a man's harem. The audience and the master, Steven, did not take well to her attitude. Things went rather poorly for her."

"Wow. Yeah that sounds all kinds of fucked up."

"Yes. But her bad example taught me to keep quiet about my sexuality and instead I played up my style. By the time I only came in third on the fourth challenge the audience seemed to have accepted Goth Queen as my archetype. I dominated my fellow contestants and served them up for our master's pleasure manipulating him the whole time. He never so much a touched me, pleased to use the others I made grovel for him. It was not my proudest moment but I did what I had to."

"I don't blame you." Tracy said with some awe in her voice. "Survival trumps morals. So what happened with the other lesbian?"

"I'm sure you noticed a file named Toy." Tracy nodded. "That was an early transformation, everyone including her forgot her real name and that is all even now I can think of her as."

"Shit."

"And that was a mild one. In the end she was eliminated, and her final transformation made her a living sex doll. Aware but unable to move and installed in the master suite for his enjoyment. He often neglected his dates just to slake his lust on her to show them what they had in store if they displeased him."

"Wait, but if her profile is here is she too?"

"I'll get to that. In the end I won. My transformations only made it easier. The audience loved me." Shar said the last as if it made her sick. "Our host tried to be as kind as she could. She was just doing her job, she had **** as worse than **** awaited her failure. And to further my cause I seduced her as well. The audience loved that too. She let slip information about how the hosts and Producers worked and in the end I used that when I made my wish. Back then hosts had protections keeping them from being effected by masters and contestants. Even my vampiric powers couldn't touch her. So when I wished to be a host Steven's hold on me was broken. I was free. He didn't take that very well..."

"Yeah no shit. What happened?"

"He lost it, went completely insane and attacked me during the final ceremony. I didn't even have a chance to think before my instincts kicked in and what was left of him covered me, the podium, and our host. That's when the Producers stepped in."

"Holy shit!"

"Our host was 'erased' for her incompetence. No one remembers her name or even what she looked like. All I have left of her is the memory of her last sad smile as she faded away. The Producers shifted the rest of the contestants to other seasons or otherwise disposed of them but they honored my wish and I was given a set in theme, this castle, and exiled here. I begged them to let me take Toy with me and apparently they thought that a fitting punishment as well so she is here bound to the castle as I am unable to leave. Then the final part of my punishment went into effect and my set was put in **** time dilation so that 5000 years passed me by here while you only saw two generations."

"That's horrible. But you're out now right?"

"Yes. I'm stilled exiled to my set but time is normal here now. Well it is when I'm not keeping it at a crawl so your 10 weeks takes no real time. And they even gave me the go ahead to do my own season. So here you all are."

"That's a lot to take in."

"Yes, and you'll need to take it in alone. Part of the punishment you are about to get will cost you 15 VP the first eight times you try to tell anyone about this information. The ninth time you will be automatically eliminated."

"Well fuck. Wait, nine lives? Fuck me, I'm getting a fucking cat transformation aren't I?"

"Well guessed. Ready?"

"I can still talk about this stuff with you right? Cause you already know it?"

"Yes, but you'll have to be very careful because if anyone even accidently overhears that will count."

"Shit. Fine hit me with your best shot auntie Sharron."

Time flowed again and Tracy saw it.

Curiosity Killed the Cat: Gain cat ears and tail permanently. VP loss for classified information sharing x8, Elimination on ninth.