Moontouched 2

As the dancers came in one by one, Gwen let her tiny store of power flow to change them.  Each time she did, she could feel a trickle of power from Donna.  She smiled at her sweetie each time she felt it.

The first few dancers had giant bras they wanted to fill, but the fourth was already wearing a top that fit.  Gwen looked at her curiously, then over at Donna.

Donna spoke up first.  “Do you want something other than a size boost?”

The girl startled, and shook her head.  “I... um, this is my favourite top.  Neysa said you could grow it, too?”

“Sure,” said Donna.

Gwen leaned closer to her and whispered, “I don’t know how to do that.”

Donna whispered back, “Just do them together.  You can do it!”

Gwen looked up at  the dancer.  “OK.  Vanessa, was it?”  The dancer nodded.  “How big do you want to get?”

Vanessa held her hands about six inches in front of her modest breasts.  “About here?”  Gwen concentrated for a moment, and felt the greater share of her power drain away into the effort.  She smiled gratefully at Donna as she felt more power radiate from her friend, restoring her reserves.

Vanessa giggled happily as her breasts swelled, and her top grew with them.  She danced around the room until the growth had stopped, then skipped out to let the next one in.

The next two dancers just wanted to be grown to fit cavernous bras.  Donna watched their expressions, not their slowly inflating chests.  After the second had left, she admitted to Gwen that the smiles they were getting were worth something.  Gwen grinned back.  “Don’t forget their tips will be worth something, too.”

The next dancer wanted two pairs of breasts, egged on by Kate’s success.  Several others followed with the same request.  One even was so daring as to want five, three above two.  Donna helped with that one, as it stretched Gwen’s reserves to the limit.

Neysa was the last.  The slim, arabian girl waved at Donna cheerfully.  “I’m glad you’re back.  Can we do something more creative tonight?”

Donna grinned at her.  “Finally!  I was hoping somebody would ask.  What did you have in mind?”

“Well, I’d like to go with the belly-boob again, but...  Sort of more all-over.”

Donna frowned.  “I’m not sure I follow.  You want us to turn your entire body into a breast?”

Neysa shook her head.  She started into her belly-dancing routine.  “Belly dancers are supposed to wiggle, and I’ve been at this so long I’m too well toned.  I want my arms and especially my legs to have a little more jiggle to them.”

Gwen looked over at Donna as Neysa came to rest in front of them once more.  “I can’t do an all body change.”

“Try it one limb at a time,” Donna suggested.

Gwen frowned cutely at Neysa for a while, but nothing changed.  “Can’t even do an arm.”

“Aww,” said Neysa.  “You can’t change me?”

Gwen slumped back in her chair, defeated.  “I wish I could.”

“Oops,” said Donna as she felt the magic flow.

Gwen looked over at her in alarm.  “What did you do?”

Donna just pointed to Neysa, who was slowly getting smaller in front of them, shrinking out of her dancing silks.  The dusky-skinned dancer was grinning.  “Making a laptop dancer of me?”  As her height dropped past three feet she scrambled up onto a chair, and from there onto the makeup counter that ran along the side wall of the room.  At about a foot and a half tall, she stopped shrinking.  Neysa started dancing naked in front of the mirror and giggling.

Gwen stared at the tiny dancer.  “Why?”

“You wished.  This way... you can change her all at once.  Then we grow her back.”

Gwen nodded, concentrating intently.  Neysa continued to dance in front of the mirror, and cheered when her body started to wiggle and jiggle as she’d requested.  If she was full size, she’d have gained about ten pounds.  At her current height, it was more like ten ounces.

Donna studied her closely, and nodded.  “Nice work.  You should be able to grow her back up yourself.”

“Aww,” called out Neysa.  “Do I have to?”

“You’re... OK with the fact that I shrunk you more or less by accident?” asked Donna, amazed.

Neysa nodded, and smiled up at her.  “It’s wild, and a little scary.  But seeing the world like this... it’s fun!  I want to do table dances like this.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” fretted Donna.  “You might get hurt.  Or taken.”

“Oh fine, grow me back then.  But not all the way.”  Before long, Neysa was sitting on the makeup counter, swinging her legs in the air.  Gwen stopped growing her at about four and a half feet tall.  Neysa grinned up at both of them, hopped off the counter, and dug through the silks to find something she could improvise into a dancing outfit.

Donna watched her work, marvelling at how cheerful she was.  Everyone seemed so happy to have all these strange things happening to them...

Once Neysa had left, Gwen turned to Donna. “So if I wanted to change all of you, I could just...”

“Careful!” warned Donna, but it was too late.  She was shrinking, much much faster than Neysa had.  Before she’d finished her warning she was passing three feet tall.  The world expanded around her, faster and faster as her height plummeted through feet and down through inches.  Four inches, two...  The world blurred away into darkness.

Donna tried not to panic.  She took a few moments to take stock of the situation.  No vision, no hearing, no touch.  She couldn’t even feel her body.  And yet... she still existed, and could think.  The presence of the Moon was as clear as always, and nearer to hand she could feel a smaller pool of that power.  Gwen.  Donna reached out toward Gwen and her awareness expanded.  Donna could feel all around her the things she could change.  It was as if she could sense the entire room, and every object within it, as glowing three-dimensional projections.

Donna’s point of view changed as she found herself focusing on Gwen’s face.  Suddenly it was as if she was only inches away from it.  From her expression, she was in some distress, staring down at where Donna had been and saying something over and over.  Donna couldn’t turn the air’s vibrations into something sensible, so she just sent Gwen a reassuring pulse of power.

Gwen’s gaze snapped to her, and a lick of power washed out.  Suddenly, Donna could see once again, had a body once again.  She had a momentary view of Gwen’s crossed eyes, large as billboards, before she started to fall.

Donna landed in softness and warmth, buried in Gwen’s cleavage.  She wasn’t there for long enough to enjoy it, as she was expanding as rapidly as she’d shrunk.  Once she was a foot tall, she tumbled from her cozy perch and landed in Gwen’s lap.  A few seconds later she was as large as Gwen.

Gwen hugged Donna tight, crying “I was so worried!”  Before Donna could answer, she grew out of Gwen’s embrace.

Six feet, seven feet, eight feet tall.  Donna scrambled back from Gwen, lest she hurt the smaller girl.  Nine feet, ten, eleven.  Her back was against the wall, and still her feet were beside her friend.  They grew longer and longer, until she had to fold them up to keep her foot from smashing through the door.  Thankfully, her growth stopped just as her hair started to brush the ceiling.

Gwen stared up at her friend in awe.  “You’re huge!  I guess I don’t know my own strength.”  She giggled hysterically.

Donna carefully reached out to touch Gwen, her hand almost big enough to cover the smaller girl’s back.  Moving carefully so as not to damage anything in the room, she lifted Gwen into her lap.  “I am a little easier to change than the others.”

“A little?  You’re so much easier to change it isn’t funny!”

Donna sighed softly, her breath ruffling Gwen’s hair.  “Yeah, I know.  Every time I channel the Moon, I get more... malleable, I guess.  It’s easier to change my entire body than it is to change someone’s bra.  Well, when I’m normal sized, anyway.  When I’m fifteen feet tall, perhaps not.”

Gwen leaned against Donna’s torso.  Most of her own chest got lost in Donna’s cleavage, but her head rode above it, and rested against Donna’s Moon-mark.  “Mmm.  This is nice.  I wish...”

“Careful.”

Gwen chuckled softly.  “I know.  But this is nice.  I feel like I’m in the presence of a goddess.”  She brushed her hand over the glowing Moon-shaped mark on Donna’s chest.  “You need to go back to normal, but I want to stay like this...”

“As you wish,” murmured Donna.  She carefully imagined her desired size, and Gwen’s as well.  Donna rapidly shrunk back to her original stature, leaving her hugging a Gwen that was slowly dwindling out of her clothes.  As Gwen’s head dropped past Donna’s chest, Donna put a hand under the shrinking girl’s rump, and lifted her up so they could be face to face.

Gwen stopped at about two feet tall, looked at her surroundings, and grinned.  “This works.  Mostly.”  Donna felt Gwen’s power stir, and her diminutive friend dwindled further.  As Donna watched in fascination, Gwen scrambled out of her hands and up onto the curve of her magically endowed chest.  Gwen curled up on it as she continued to shrink, eventually settling at perhaps four inches tall.  Curled up into a ball, she was barely bigger than Donna’s Moon-mark.  A tiny hand reached out to touch the mark, then Gwen looked up at Donna in wonder.  “I really don’t know my own strength.”

Donna giggled, sending Gwen bouncing.  She wrapped her arms around her breasts, lifting them up to form a larger platform for the tiny girl.  “You’re more malleable, too.  Visualize your desired size, don’t just think shrink, or grow.”

“You look so incredible like this.  Can’t I just stay here?”  Gwen’s tiny voice asked.

“I’d be afraid of losing you when I danced.”

Gwen grinned up at her friend.  “You’re going to dance?  Can we dance together, please?  I’ve missed you so.”

Donna nodded.  “I’ve missed it too.  Seeing you dancing up there tonight... ah, it nearly broke my heart.”

“Yay!”  Gwen started expanding, and slipped down through Donna’s cleavage to end up back in a hug with her.  Once she was normal sized again, Gwen picked out a bright purple outfit.  “Can you adjust your top to match your hair?”

Donna laughed.  “Of course.  Or vice versa.”

Gwen stroked a hand through the long purple locks she’d given Donna earlier.  “Definitely keep it like this.  You’ll get lots of attention.”

They marched out of the room hand in hand, smiles on their faces.  Standing just outside the door was Zoey, and she did not look happy.

Donna’s hands went to her mouth.  “Oh.  My.  G...  I left you as a breast implant.  I can’t believe I forgot about you!”

Zoey’s hands clenched.  “That’s not why I’m... those were the two best weeks of my life!  Until Liana bobbled the silver, and I started changing back into... this.”  She gestured at her body, with venom in her voice.

“Oh.  I...”  Donna had no idea what to say, so she shut up and let Zoey rant.

“The only thing that kept me together for the next two weeks was knowing that I’d see you, that you could fix it.  Then you didn’t show up.  Not in July, not in August.”  Zoey crumpled to her knees and started crying.  “I couldn’t take it.  I... I waited until Liana was here, dancing.  I drew a warm bath, found a razor...”

Donna fell to her knees in front of the other girl.  “No!”  She grabbed Zoey’s wrists, turned them over... no scars.

“And that’s why I couldn’t.  I remembered how you looked at me.  What you did for me.   I tried a dozen times, and every time I saw my wrists... I just couldn’t do it.  And it would have hurt Liana so to find me there.  She doesn’t know.”

Liana said softly from behind Zoey.  “I knew.”  She crouched behind the weeping girl.  “You didn’t put the razor away.  God, seeing it lying there beside the tub scared me so, but I had to be strong for you.”

Zoey turned back to look at her, aghast.  “I never wanted to hurt you.  I just can’t go on like this.”  She turned back to Donna, fists beating uselessly against Donna’s chest in rage.  “WHY DID YOU LEAVE?  WHY?”

Donna changed herself so she could absorb Zoey’s blows harmlessly, and let the girl scream herself out.  Once it was quiet again in the room, she took Zoey’s wrists once more.

“I...”  Donna looked up at Gwen, blinked away tears, and went on.  “I did something really... really crazy.  Later that night.  I know now it wasn’t entirely my fault but... I let go, used my power irresponsibly.  Dangerously.  I nearly destroyed two people, one of whom I love.  When I realized what I had done, I was terrified of what I had become, and what I could do.  I’d seen it in all your eyes that night, playing cards.  I scared you, too, when I tried to merge you into Neysa’s breast.”

Incongruously, Zoey smiled.  “I... I was, yes.  But you stopped.  And merged yourself into the chair instead.”  She giggled with a hysterical tinge.  “That was kind of funny.”

Donna smiled at the memory, looking up at Gwen again.  “Being a thing, being used by someone that I love... that was actually really, really nice.”

Zoey whispered softly.  “I know.  I was, too.  Please?  You know what I’m supposed to be.  Change me, I beg you.”

Donna looked up at Liana.  “What should I do?”

Liana kneeled beside Zoey, and pulled the weeping girl into an awkward hug.  “Shh, love.  It’ll all be OK.  Donna won’t abandon you again.”  She shot Donna a withering glare.  “Will you?”

Donna rocked back on her heels, letting go of Zoey’s wrists.  “I...”  She looked up at Gwen, who smiled encouragingly.  “No.  Whatever comes, I’ll do what I can.”

Donna closed her eyes and let out the breath she’d been holding.  As her breath exhaled, so did her power, wrapping around Zoey and shrinking her smaller, smaller.  Once she was a foot tall, her body grew glossy and translucent, then melted into a soft, pink spheroid.  The only constant was Zoey’s huge grin.

“Thank you, Donna,” murmured Zoey.  Liana’s hands cupped her lifting her up against her chest, and Zoey purred happily.  “Home.”

Liana peered down at the glistening form of Zoey appraisingly.  “She’s a bit small.  I bought some bigger inserts while you were away.  I mostly use them for the ‘big’ week after the full moon.”

Donna looked Liana over.  The half-asian girl was indeed bigger than Donna had remembered.  Breasts that big didn’t really suit her frame, but everyone else was sporting outsized breasts as well, thanks to Donna and Gwen’s earlier efforts.  “Do you want her bigger... or able to change size?”

“You could do that?” asked Liana and Zoey in unison.

“Let’s find out,” Donna said with a grin.  She stared at Zoey for a time, but nothing seemed to happen.  “OK.  Give that a shot.”

“Give what a shot?” asked Zoey.

“I don’t know... think about getting bigger.  There are little organelles inside you that will swell up when you want them to.  I think.”

Zoey was silent as everyone stared at her.  Then a little bubble formed inside her, followed by another and another.  Soon dozens were swelling up, pressing out against her skin.  “Uh...  This feels weird.”

Gwen laughed.  “Just being a living breast implant isn’t weird enough for you?”

Liana squeezed Zoey gently, and shook her head.  “Feels weird too.  Kind of like a bag of marbles, not soft and squishy like she should be.  This isn’t working.”

Zoey let out a long sigh as her form returned to its normal soft glossy contours.  “Well, it was worth a try.”

“Sorry.”

“Eh,” shrugged Liana.  “I’ll figure something out.  Maybe if I put her and one of my old ones in, it’ll come out to about the right size for the new ones.  They’re double the volume, after all.”

Gwen looked over at Donna, and saw a matching gleam in her eye.  “So if Zoey could swallow one of them...”

“Done,” said Donna.  “Give it a try.”

Liana fetched one of her smaller implants, and set it in front of Zoey.  “There you go.”

“There I go where?” asked Zoey.  “I can’t see, remember?”

Two eyes appeared above her mouth.  “How about now?” asked Donna.

“Cool!”  Zoey squirmed forward, set her lips against the other implant, and sucked.  With a squelching noise, the implant vanished inside her.  Zoey’s grin nearly split her in half as Liana picked her up again.

“She’s perfect,” Liana gushed.  A moment’s concentration set the nipple of her left breast expanding like a mutant flower, and a large breast implant oozed out from within.  Soon Zoey was in its place, and the last thing any of them saw of her was her smile.

Liana looked around at the others, all staring at her with expressions of wonder or disgust.  “What?  She’s happy like this, she really is.  We talked and talked when we weren’t dancing.”

Donna shook her head in wonder.  “You’re really sure?  This, doing something this extreme to her, it feels crazy, like I’m on the verge of spinning out of control again.”

Liana hugged Donna softly.   Donna could feel the occupied breast squirm.  “Ooh!  That was a good one.  She’s happy as a kitten in a yarn factory.  Really.”

As Liana headed off to dance, Donna sighed, and sat down.  “I really hope that we’re through the weirdest bit.”

Gwen cuddled up beside her.  “Aww, sweetie, we’ve done well.  What’s a couple of accidental shrinkings between friends?  I admit, you had me worried for a bit when you moved and I lost track of you.  No harm done, right?”

Donna chuckled weakly.  “No harm done.  Yet.  Just be careful how you think of me, or... better not give you ideas.”

Gwen giggled.  “C’mon, Liana should be done soon.  Let’s go dance.”

Donna bounced to her feet.  “Just like that?  Isn’t there a schedule?”

“Jenna’s good at improvising.  Come on!”

Moments later they were next up on the list, and waiting at the base of the stairs to the stage.  Donna clutched Gwen’s hand tight.

“Nervous?”

“A little.  Haven’t done this in months.”

But when the beat started, Donna strutted up on stage beside Gwen.  Her body knew what to do, and the cheering from the crowd made her grin.  She had worried that four months away would leave her rusty, but her Moon-sculpted body still had all its strength and flexibility.  So she let the worries go, and the music took her away.

After the first song, Donna took a moment to catch her breath.  Something was different, but she couldn’t put her paw on it.  She let her tail curl against Gwen’s hip, then the next song started and the dance consumed her once more.

When their set ended, Gwen put her hand on the ruff of fur at Donna’s neck, tangling her fingers in it.  Donna looked up at her, blinked her great golden eyes at her lazily, then followed Gwen’s lead down the stairs, her four paws landing heavily on each step, making them creak.

As they entered the green room, Rowan took a look at them and shook her head.  “What am I going to do with the two of you?  If anyone complains about us keeping endangered animals...”

“Rrowr?” asked Donna.  She looked up at Gwen, then back at herself.

Gwen giggled at Donna.  “Who’s a pretty kitty!  You didn’t even notice me changing you.  Just kept dancing.  The audience loved it.”  She looked back to Rowan and with pleading eyes said, “It followed me home, can I keep it?”

“No.  Look at the others, they’re terrified.”

“I’m not!” called Kate, but she still kept a safe distance from the tiger at Gwen’s side.

“Fine, fine.  What if I turned her into a tiger kitten?  Um, oops.”  Gwen looked guiltily down at Donna as she dwindled from ten feet long to ten inches.  Gwen crouched down in front of the tiger she’d just reduced, and scooped it up in her hands.  “Look!  She’s so cute like this!”  She petted the kitten, who purred a rumbly purr and closed her eyes contentedly.

Rowan sighed.  “Better.  But the fantasy requests are piling up.  They started with Kate, but after what you just did we’ve already received two requests for Jasmine and Rajah, and I expect more are being written as we speak.”

“So?  That works.  Donna can be the tiger, and Neysa can be Jasmine.  Line ‘em up.”

Neysa sighed wistfully when she saw the harem outfit.  “Do I have to?”

Gwen blinked in surprise.  “But I thought you liked being Jasmine.”

Neysa danced around Gwen, wiggling in all the right places.  “But I like being like this more.  I haven’t been able to belly-dance properly for years now, I don’t want to give it up just yet.  Can someone else play Jasmine this once?” She gave Gwen an imploring look.  “Please?  She’s your tiger, after all.”

Gwen laughed, and nodded, cuddling the tiger cub against her chest.  “She is at that.  C’mon, Donna.  Let’s go make fantasies happen.”

Donna’s answer was an affirmative yowl that her tiny body turned into a cute squeak.
Gwen giggled, kissed the tiger kitten on the forehead, then picked up the Jasmine silks and headed into the Changing Room.  Once the door was closed, she put Donna on the makeup counter, and did a little strip-tease out of her current outfit.  The kitten watched intently, and its wide-eyed expression made Gwen grin.  

As Gwen wriggled into the blue harem outfit, she felt her body start to change.  Once she had it on, she checked herself in the mirror.  Not quite the right look, but it was close enough that nobody should complain.  She danced up to the tiger kitten, and posed.  “How do I look?”

“Mowr!”

Gwen chuckled.  “Already in character.  C’mere, you.”  Donna hopped into her arms, and they headed off to the largest private room, number three, where their first customer was waiting.

The slim young man looked up as they entered, and grinned at the sight of them.  “That’s an awfully small tiger you have there, miss.”

Gwen chuckled.  “You’re right, that’s not a tiger.  This is a tiger!”  She nudged the tiniest bit of power at Donna, trying not to overdo the growth.  At least, not too much.  The kitten in her arms expanded rapidly, and lept to the floor gracefully before Gwen’s strength gave out.

The growing tiger prowled up to the young man.  He held his ground at first, but as Donna continued to grow past her original size on stage, he began to look alarmed.  She stopped when she was face to face with him, over five feet tall at the shoulder.  She grinned, showing off teeth the size of daggers, and he skittered back against the wall.  Donna snorted, then padded heavily to the other wall and lay down against it.  Her body was longer than the wall, so she turned her head and forelegs into the room to fit.

Gwen danced up to the young man.  “Better?”

“Is...” his voice broke, “Is she tame?”

“No.”

He gulped, audibly.  A low rumbly chuckle came from the tiger.  Gwen took that as a cue to start dancing, using what was left of the space in the room.  Donna held her pose regally, even when Gwen used her as a prop for the dance.  Her tail lashed in time to the music in Gwen’s head.

When time was up, the nervous young man scooted out of the room without looking back.  Gwen and Donna laughed out loud, and were still chuckling when their next request came in.  His response to Donna’s huge, lazy grin was much the same, at first.

As Gwen danced, he started to relax, and asked if he could sit on the tiger.  Donna fixed him with her feline gaze, and when he didn’t flinch from it, she nodded.  She barely noticed his weight, but his hands ruffling through her fur felt nice and she started to purr.

“She’s just a big ol’ kitty, isn’t she?”

Gwen giggled.  “You have no idea.  So what would you like for a finale?”

The man let go of the tail that had been draped across his lap.  “Could you, uh... use this as a dance pole?”

Gwen licked her lips.  “Let’s see...”  Under her gaze, the tail grew from five feet long to nearly ten, and Donna flicked it around her friend before positioning it vertically in the room.  Gwen grinned, and began to dance.

When time was up, their client applauded loudly.  “What a show.  You two should do that up on stage.”

Gwen grinned. “We might just, at that.  C’mon, kitty, up you go.”

Donna had to squeeze to make it through the door to the green room.  The girls there skittered back from her, until Kate was brave enough to walk up to Donna and stroke the tiger’s fur with her tentacles.  Donna purred resonantly, and nuzzled the big dodeca-breasted dancer.  “See?”  Kate said.  “She’s not going to hurt us.”

Rowan brought a sheaf of fantasy requests to Donna, who just looked over at Gwen.  There were the usual celebrity imitation requests, and Gwen picked a few likely ones.  Nissa as usual was willing to be any bombshell going, though she was disappointed that nobody was asking for Marilyn Monroe that night.

“Hmm,” mused Gwen.  “Can anyone here sing well?  We’ve got some people wanting singers.”

Everyone looked around.  Nissa shrugged. “I’m not bad, but...”

One of the other girls raised her hand.  “I used to sing in the choir back home, and I’m a quick study...”

Gwen fanned out three slips in front of the petite brunette.  “It’s your lucky day then, Vanessa.  Which of these do you think you can pull off?”

Vanessa grinned and pointed to one.  “Oooh, I love her music.  So he wants me to... wait, look like her, too?”  Her grin got even bigger and she bounced up and down.  “Really?”

“Yup,” said Gwen.  “Assuming we can get this lazy kitty to change you.  Come on sweetie, I can’t do changes this big without shrinking her... oh come on!”  She watched the petite Vanessa drop through junior petite and on through to doll-sized.

Vanessa stared up at the towering tiger, frozen with fear.  Instead of trying to explain, Gwen just started changing Vanessa into a tiny copy of her chosen singer.  At least Donna was still feeding her power, which let her grow Vanessa back up to about the right height.

“There we go, all done,” said Gwen placatingly.  

Vanessa continued to stare at the tiger for several moments, then shook herself and went to look in the mirror.  “Eeee!  I look like her... but I sound like me.”

“Sorry,” apologized Gwen.  “Lazybones here is the one that does voices.  She hasn’t taught me that trick.  Yet.”  She gave the tiger a significant look.

Donna grinned back at her, and turned her massive head to look at Vanessa, who was still staring at herself in the mirror.  “I still can’t... Oh!  Oh, this is so weird, hearing her, seeing her...”  She pulled Gwen and Donna’s head into a hug.  “Thank you both.”

Donna did relent and change Nissa instead of just shrinking her.  Once the two fantasies were set up, Gwen dragged Donna up to the stage to dance.  The audience gasped as the massive tiger emerged onto the stage.  Gwen waved from her perch on Donna’s back, then lept down to the stage to start dancing.  Too many of the eyes weren’t on her, though.  Everyone seemed awed by the tiger swaying behind her.

Gwen grinned impishly.  She could fix that, make Donna a... she felt the power flow before she’d finished the thought.  The audience gasped again as Donna rapidly changed, and Gwen’s grin just grew wider.  She pranced up to the tiger-striped pole, and spent the rest of the next dance grinding up against it or sliding and spinning down it.

Gwen missed dancing with Donna, and as the next song started, that desire manifested itself in the tiger-stripe pole growing breasts, then arms, legs, a body...  A tiger-striped woman emerged, and the two of them danced with abandon to the cheers of the crowd.

As Gwen and Donna scampered back to the green room, Gwen asked, “How long would you have stayed a tiger, anyway?”

Donna chuckled softly.  “As long as you kept me.  I loved being something that didn’t come from my own imagination.”

“So we can do that again?”

“We’re still doing it,” chuckled Donna.  “Though I might have to make you the pole next time.  That was... something else.”  She fanned herself with her off hand, the other was still holding Gwen’s.

“Promises, promises.”

Liana came up to them in the green room.  “Oh!  Good, you’re human again.”  She looked up and down Donna’s striped body, from the flicking triangular ears to the swishing tail.  “Well, mostly.  Close enough.”

“For what?”

“Someone wanted to meet you and Zoey.”

Donna shrugged, and followed Liana to private room two.  Gwen tagged along behind.  Between the three dancers and the two people already in the room, it was cozy, verging on cramped.

Donna stared at the couple sitting on the room’s two chairs.  They were well dressed, looking like professionals.  The man had his hair pulled back into a severe braid, and something about the face seemed familiar.

“Arwen?”