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Chapter 66 by Wrynn Wrynn

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Week 2 Misty's Date: Part Four

Candy was having a blast flying in the snow storm. She was a little cold, should be a whole lot more cold, but it never felt more than a bit brisk to her. The dark stone of the castle made it easy to make out between the flurries so she was never really in danger of losing her position as well.

She was just starting to think that it must be close to lunch time when the snowfall just stopped. Cut off like a switch had been thrown.

Candy looked about at the white draped landscape in the suddenly clear air in wonder. The lake must have been frozen over as it was just a flat sheet of snow. Looking out over the top of the castle she noted a huge set of sky lights that had swiftly melted off the snow covering them, and more amazingly still the rose garden was still a riot of color, like none of the snow there had managed to gain a hold.

She wondered if this was a good or bad sign for their hosts mood while diving towards the front doors. Clear weather had to mean good right? Then why was the cold so much worse now? A cold she didn't realize was more than just physical.

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Stacy appeared next to her twin on a Moongate about half the size of usual in what seemed to be a small domed room carved out of solid rock. She noted that a small hall led off from a open archway that also looked carved from the surrounding stone that was the same dark hue the castle stone seemed made of. It was also she realized a lot warmer than she'd gotten used to.

"Are you hot?" She asked Tracy, who'd walked off to examine one of the rock walls.

"Uh yeah, have you looked in a mirror lately?" Tracy quipped while running a hand across the smooth stone.

Stacy crossed her arms under her chest and glared. "I meant the temperature dumbass."

"Yeah I know." Tracy had walked back to her and held out a wet hand. "The walls are damp. Steam."

"Do you think we're under the fucking castle? I thought a grotto was supposed to be a fake cave."

"Didn't use to mean. The old Greeks would use the word for either, especially if there was water." Tracy's eye's gleamed and for a second Stacy thought her pupils were slit like a cats. Stacy blinked in shock and they were normal, just her imagination then.

"Well steam probably means a hot tub at least, that's good news for you."

"After you my pretty canary." Tracy gestured towards the hall with her chrome arm.

Stacy snorted and started forwards, a deal was a deal. The floor was a lot smoother than the walls she noted as the hall curved around to the right then opened up into a much larger cavern. Here the floor raised up in spots to make short walls surrounding pools of steaming water. "It's a hot springs, right under the fucking castle."

She started forward again looking to the left where a waterfall arced down into a shallow pool that wasn't steaming with a shallow stream that lead the water off along the wall. She stepped forward to hold a hand in the stream wanting to test it's temperature when something flashed in front of her.

Briefly she saw a -50 VP and took a sharp breath in before a red X obscured the card in her vision and faded out. "Jesus fucking Christ!"

"What was that? Something juicy?"

Stacy turned back to her sister and resumed her earlier glare. "That would have been fifty fucking victory points off of my score without this charm!" Stacy held up her bracelet and noted a single stripe looked to have burnt across the silver charm on it.

"Holy fuck! That would have put you negative! Lucky us you got that charm, and with a trap that nasty this place must be fab indeed!"

"There better be some equivalent treasure too." Continuing on Stacy placed her hand in the fall of cold clean water. "I think this is meant to be a shower to rinse off before heading in or out."

"Good call. Oh hey I wonder." Stacy watched her sister run back towards the room with the Moongate. Shortly after she padded back in the nude.

"Seriously?"

"There's a section of wall that looked like you could pull sections out and they're totally lockers built into the rock."

Stacy walked back with her sister taking her own clothes off on the way. "I don't suppose one has towels in it?" Tracy opened the first one to show how they were hidden and that indeed it was full of fluffy black towels. "Good." She put her own clothes in another of the hidden lockers before they headed back into the larger room together.

Right about to dip a foot in the first pool of water she stopped and looked around. "Where is the light coming from?"

Tracy looked about for a bit. "I think the water?"

Stacy stepped back. "Well you try it then."

"You're the trap monkey!"

"Trap cards nimrod! Not glowing water!"

"Gods you're such a baby. You'd think I was trying to give you a B A T H or something."

Stacy growled and rushed forward pushing her sister into the pool but Tracy with a grin latched onto her wrist with a metal grip like iron as she fell pulling Stacy in after.

SPLASH!

"I hope you're happy." Groused Stacy.

"Ecstatic." Her twin replied.

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Anna had been very careful to go back to her old weight limits while working out with Susan. She was having a lot of fun working out with her, though she still watched the huge amount of weight the heiress was extatically lifting with some envy. Just a few more days and that would be her again she thought, shaking her head.

"I still can't get over how shredded you are now." It had taken Anna years of dedication to build and maintain her physique, that Susan had gotten overnight.

Susan carefully racked the bar and sat up practically glowing as she grabbed her towel. "Me either! I don't think I've lifted a single weight in my life and now I'm lifting more than I weigh, your transformation is amazing!"

Anna grinned, the tall woman's enthusiasm was infectious. "Yours isn't half bad either. Have you seen the way Laura stares at these puppies?"

"I'm not obsessed with breasts!" Susan grumped in a passable impression of Anna's girlfriend and they both burst into a gale of laughter. "You should really consider upgrading your breasts after we swap back. You know she'd like it."

Anna looked a bit pensive. "I've thought about it a lot since I borrowed your transformation. But if I buy it then I'd have to upgrade the other one at a hundred victory points."

Susan nodded. "And no telling what that will do. Maybe stronger, maybe even taller."

"Right, and seven foot's already a lot as you now know."

"Well you're at about fifty right now." Susan gestured to the bracelet on Anna wrist. "You might not get a hundred till next week, and you can't win all the contests."

Anna laughed and threw her own towel at the busty giant who caught it before they both stood and headed to the showers done with their workout.

"You want me to milk you while we rinse off?" Susan offered, glad she could look the other woman in the eye.

"That would be great!"

Anna breastfed contestant +2 VP

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Shar felt cold inside, colder than usual. Why did these shows keep turning good people into monsters? Not her girls, not yet, but you could never tell when the corruption might seep in. She took the Moongate network to her private lab.

Stepping off of the small disk, barely large enough for one person, that was keyed to her and her alone she looked at the dregs of a project long abandoned.

Vials of liquid and dust, preserved samples taken aware or not from a variety of hosts, lined one shelf. Very useful in delving into the nature of just what made a host, and a list of names not including the one she sought labeled them. Never a sign of the name she sought. Each linked into the network that tied them all together.

The power of the Producers.

And what that power gripped it never let go, not even the shreds of one who was no longer there. Still it had been impossible to find those threads before.

But now they'd delivered Evelyn into her hands, and the patterns of her thoughts revealed so much. Shar was certain the one she sought had matched.

Memories full of holes, like Toy's, like Shar's own.

Shar lifted a very different vial of liquid from the next shelf. Blacker than pitch. Blacker than her soul.

Holes could be filled, if you knew where to dig.

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