Color - Minerva & Rachel, The Bet

"Wow, this tower is impressive!" said Minerva as she looked skyward.

The 6'10” mutant Amazon gazed ecstatically at the new Port Solei lookout tower. It was nearly 300 feet tall located in Lincoln Park, on the highest hill in the city, overlooking the surrounding hills.

"Hmm, it’s not THAT impressive," said Rachel. "I've seen much higher towers. Hell, I could be taller than this tower if I wanted to." Rachel looked like any other normal girl, short with nice curves, but what wasn't obvious is that her mutation made her body rubber-like and nearly indestructible. She could stretch her torso to incredible lengths.

Minerva was starkly the opposite. No one could mistake her for anything but a mutant. It was impossible to miss her four arms and four breasts, and her pointed ears stuck out prominently from behind her hair. There was also the large bulge between her legs, but if you somehow managed that her three fingered hands and three toed feet were also a dead giveaway. "You're being smug again! You can't stretch that much," Minerva said.

"Oh really? I accept that challenge!” Rachel shouted enthusiastically, “If I win, you will be my slave,” she gestured towards the bulge in Minerva's pants as she spoke.

"Ok ok, but if I win, you will be MY slave for the weekend, and I will be able to use your body however I please," Minerva shot back.

"DEAL!" Rachel said before moving beside the tower. She firmly planted her feet on the ground, lifted her arms, and began stretching out her torso as much as possible. "I'll let you know what time to be at my place."

Minerva was always impressed by how far her friend could stretch. "Shit, I think she can really make it." Minerva was both fascinated and annoyed at the same time, fascinated in her friend's abilities, but annoyed she'd lose the bet. Though a weekend being Rachel’s slave wouldn’t be too bad.

Rachel was already over 100 feet and feeling pretty confident she could make it. Her body was like a strange mix of rubber and silly putty, and it allowed her to do all sorts of things. She looked at it like a super power of sorts. But even super powers have weaknesses and limitations, and as she neared the hallway point a powerful wind picked up, threatening to knock her off balance. Still she pressed on.

"I didn't count on the wind," she thought. It was already really hard to keep stretching and the wind was only getting stronger the taller she got. She was losing her footing fast. It was only a matter of time before she lost her balance entirely.

Minerva watched as her friend's legs began to falter. She tried to grab onto Rachel to steady her, but her friend being so long and rubbery there wasn't much she could do. Rachel fell backwards, landing amid trees in the nearby park.

"Oh God!", Minerva yelped in shock. "I hope she didn't fall on someone." There were few people in the park that day, but if someone had been in Rachel's path they could have been seriously injured.

Minerva found Rachel unable to move her legs. She pulled out the pocket knife she always carried with her and separated Rachel's legs from her extended torso. It drew no blood, her putty like body simply flowing around the knife. Then, carrying her friends legs like they were some sort of briefcase, she began to roll up her friends torso. It took quite a while for her to reach Rachel's chest. Luckily no one was injured in the fall… well… except for Rachel.

"Ooouuchhhh," Rachel's crushed mass said plaintively, "I think that's the hardest I've ever fallen. This hurt even more than when I got hit by a truck."

“You’re a mess. Do you think you can get back into shape?” Minerva asked.

"I think so," Rachel said as she pushed herself up on her elbows. The roll of meat slurped and reshaped, compressing to form Rachel's torso again. Minerva placed Rachel's legs at the end of her friend's torso, and without much effort the two parts of Rachel reattached to each other. Rachel stood up and took a few steps to shake off the aftermath of the fall. She couldn't help noticing the smirk Minerva had her face, the smile of satisfaction. "What?"

"Oh I'm just daydreaming about all the things I'm going to make you do as my slave," Minerva said with a laugh.

"Hey, wait a minute, that's not fair! If it hadn't been for the wind I could have made it to the top," Rachel protested.

"The bet was to get to the top and you didn't. Therefore I won," Minerva said crossing her four arms. "Come on! Let's go to the top of the lookout like normal people do."

"Okaaay… let’s go," Rachel said with a sigh. It's true she didn't quite reach the top, but she really wanted Minerva to be her slave. "So what exactly are you going to have me do anyway?"

"Oh, I don't know," said Minerva. There was a teasing note in her voice. She clearly had some ideas, but she wasn't telling. "Don't worry. It'll be a pleasurable time for both of us," she said as both friends headed to the tower.