Gongshow – Part VI by TeraS

It is Halloween today, and so Tina’s story takes a bit of a turn in the direction of tricks rather than treats. After all, when yellow-tails are involved, things can become a little bit twisted. They can lead to moments when you really aren’t sure about what’s coming around the corner. It might, after all, be a …

Gongshow – Part VI
By TeraS

For Justin, for always…

Tina loved comic books, almost as much as she did hockey. She’d noticed that the villains in the story were always over-the-top and generally were kind of just so stereotypical that it was hard to take them seriously.

The Wicked One, in her mind with capitals on each word, was that, but she was also that much more dangerous, being a silver-tailed member of the Succubi. Still, there was something about her that seemed really familiar, but the mask hid her appearance, her voice was all evil-wicked in tone, and her ranting just distracted Tina.

She’d been going on for at least an hour about plotting, planning, and tempting before the Wicked One took them both by the hand and marched them from her gaudy throne room to the depths of the castle and the dungeon that awaited them: “You yellow-tails! All sweetness and nicety!” Tina expected a gloomy room somewhere in a dark corner of the castle, a place where they’d rot away until their captor decided she had need of one or both of them. Their captor obviously had something in mind: “I’ll fix that! Just you wait!”

It turned out that the dungeon was one, but the room really wasn’t that bad, all things considered. Mind you, everything being silver was a bit overpowering, and the tacky level was at least a twelve. After being tossed inside, the silver-tail made a show of standing at the door, pointing a finger at them and proclaiming: “You’ll get what’s coming to you!”

That smile was really starting to get on Tina’s nerves. She taunted: “Oh yeah? Whatcha gonna … murf.”

Miriam’s hand covering the rest of Tina’s retort was probably a good thing considering the way their captor was rubbing her hands in glee: “You aren’t going anywhere and, when I’m done, you’ll be mine, my pretties!”

The door being slammed shut had a definite note of finality to it as the yellow-tails looked around. Tina couldn’t help herself: “At least it isn’t all pink.”

Miriam sighed: “True, but this isn’t a lot better.”

After spending some time looking around the room, they came to the conclusion that, while it wasn’t exactly a dungeon in looks, a gilded cage was still a cage. Tina was lying on one of the silver-sheeted beds when Miriam stood up and started pulling on her skirt; her now purple skirt; her now very short and very not like her cousin’s skirt. Sighing, Miriam walked over to a nearby silver, of course, mirror and looked at herself: “This isn’t good.”

Confused, Tina asked: “What’s that all about anyway?”

“Remember I said that I made a really bad mistake once?”

“Yeah?”

Miriam waved her hands at the boots and skirt: “This was part of it.”

Tina took the path of least questions: “Wanna tell me what you did?”

Miriam had a very wistful smile in return: “I … sort of painted my tail red with rouge.”

Tina’s voice couldn’t hide her shock: “You did what?” She knew how sensitive her own tail was and the idea of rubbing it and changing the colour made her brain hurt.

Wiggling a purple boot in Tina’s direction, Miriam explained: “It was something I was going to do for Halloween once. ‘Course, I had to test it. Kinda went … full on seductress.”

“Which means?”

“The purple boots, the skirt, and soon enough, I’m sure, the rest of it will appear … along with my tail changing colour.”

Looking at her own silver shoes, Tina understood what that silver-tail wanted from her, and she didn’t like that much.

Waving her tail in the direction of where their captor had gone, Miriam continued: “Worse than her, I think. Can’t really remember everything that happened.”

Tina fumed at that thought. The brightest yellow-tails in a hundred years not being yellow anymore? That was … wrong … so many kinds of wrong. She was still looking at her silver shoes when Miriam stood up, gave a tug on her purple skirt and walked over to the door, taking a long look at it before crouching down and fiddling with the lock.

The blue-haired yellow-tail asked: “Whatcha’ up to?” Miriam didn’t answer, but after a couple of minutes there was a click and she pushed the door open slightly. Tina couldn’t help but be impressed: “How did you …?”

Taking a peek outside, Miriam whispered: “Ask your Auntie when you see her.”

Getting over the fact that Miriam opened the door, and that Auntie had something to do with that, Tina peeked out the door in the opposite direction: “What are you talking about?”

The yellow-tailed librarian tugged on her far too short skirt and sighed: “I’m staying and you’re going.”

Tina didn’t like that plan much: “Not going without ya’.”

“Our … host … is focused on me. That means, I hope, you can find help.”

Pushing Tina out the door, Miriam continued: “She’s got to be here somewhere. Remember, this isn’t our Tera, but she’s still the best choice we have. Find her as quick as you can.”

Looking both ways, the young and quite frighted yellow-tail moaned: “Where am I going to find her?”

Turning her yellow-tailed cousin about, Miriam looked at her eye-to-eye: “This entire thing is a giant cliche. Remember your fairy tales, that’s the clue to finding her.”

Tina hugged Miriam extra-tight before letting go: “I’ll be back.”

Miriam smiled at the movie reference: “You better be.”

The two shared a pinkie-swear and Tina crept away, sneaking through the eerily quiet castle, not seeing anyone, but hearing the sound of silver heels elsewhere in the castle. She’d managed to get from the dungeons to the hallway where they’d entered this funhouse, finding the door locked. She was still tugging on the blue door handle when the voice of a very familiar hockey puck shaped pain in the tail called out from behind her: “Always me first when you cross the blue line!”

Being a bit miffed at him, Tina wasn’t exactly gentle when she slapped him with the tip of her tail, bouncing him all over the hallway and finally catching him on the fourth rebound. Jamming him against the lock she grumbled: “Wanna’ be first? Fine.”

To her surprise, the door unlocked and Tina stared at the hockey puck in disbelief. At least she did until a loud creak announced the door at the other end of the corridor opening, which made the young yellow-tail yank the door open and rush off in the opposite direction, her heels click-clacking on the stones beneath her.

She didn’t dare to look behind when that evil silver tail cried out in amusement: “Run little one! Quick as you can!”

As the laughter from the wicked silver-tail chased Tina down the silver path from the castle, her eyes became wide as saucers as a thought came to her: “They’ll come home, bringing their tails behind them!”

She hoped that Auntie wasn’t quite as cliche as everything else was.

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