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Something There That Wasn’t There Before [Blurugirl & Tobie Peril]

The Beast could feel his curious nature getting a hold of him as she mentioned the closet. He knew that whatever was hiding in there must have some kind of value to it if what Fifi said was true. Then, his attention was turned to the three girls who were stirring out of bed.

At the sound of their names, the Beast recalled some of Belle's stories from the village. Part of him wanted to appear ferocious, almost like getting revenge for the way they treated Belle. However, he took a moment to pause. First, he took note of how they seemed to have added to the liveliness that was in the castle. Second, he noticed their bodies; they were as well shaped as Fifi's. A sense of unconscious lust was taking over him. Something within him was growing warm and stiff.

"Well, if you're okay with it Belle, they are more than welcome here," The Beast said, not breaking his focus from the girls. "I hope you have enjoyed your stay thus far. I hope to see more of you as the days go on."
 
"Of course, Highness," the blondes said in chorus.

As if Belle were reading Beast's mind, she asked Fifi, "I don't mean to interrupt your sleep, but would you mind showing us where this attic is?"

"Of course," Fifi smiled, walking to where the lantern was hanging on the wall.

"Can we come along?" Paulette asked. The other two triplets looked on hopefully.
 
"Of course," The Beast said instantly.

He then looked to Belle, making sure that she gave her silent consent to their tagging along. What had started as an adventure for two turned into a group expedition.

The Beast followed closely behind Fifi, staring at her backside the way he did with Belle before. While Belle had her own charm, he couldn't deny that Fifi's voluptuous figure was only accented by the tight gown she was wearing. As they walked, he held Belle close to him, making sure that she felt loved and cared for.
 
Belle snuggled into Beast's protective arm as Fifi lead the way, the triplets behind her.

Belle looked over her shoulder and asked the triplets, "How are you settling in?"

"Oh, life here is amazing!" enthused Claudette.

"Everything is so beautiful and magical!" Laurette added cheerfully.

"And the people can be much nicer than they were in the village," Paulette finished. "And it's easier to be nicer," she added. There was an apologetic tone to her voice, and an apologetic look on her face, one shared by the two other triplets. Belle left Beast's side and gave the triplets a hug, which they returned enthusiastically.

"Highness," Fifi said, bringing Beast's to the front. "Do you want to take the lead?" she asked hopefully. Fifi had led the group into the linen closet, and the light of the lantern showed a set of stone stairs along the wall that led upwards to a trap door on the ceiling.
 
"Of course," The Beast said, moving forward.

He took the lantern out of Fifi's hand, giving her a reassuring tap on her shoulder. This was when he got a real good look at her, gently placing a paw on her chin. He recalled what she appeared as before, being stuck as a dustmop for several years because of the curse. Now, he got a real good look at her human face, relieved that she was happy and free. Sure, he was still stuck in his monstrous form, but he knew at that moment that there were other things to be happy about.

The Beast took the lead as he led them up the stone stairs. With every couple of steps, he would take a look back at the parade of girls walking behind him. Sometimes when he looked, he could see bits of cleavage from the girls. Finally, he had reached the top of the stairs, placing a hand on the trap door above him.

"You guys ready," The Beast asked excitedly.

With one strong push, he opened up the trap door and led the girls inside.
 
A cloud of dust bellowed from the attic, making all the women cough. When the dust settled, an amazing sight was in the attic.

Behind the spider webs and layers of dust were bolts of cloth, ancient dresses on mannequins, and trunks.

Lots and lots of trunks. Trunks of all different sizes, all different materials and all different colors.

The five girls were stuck behind Beast, unable to see around him.

"What do you see in there?" Belle asked her friend.
 
The Beast was taken aback by the sight. All the dresses and garments that were in the attic seemed to be in good condition, despite the webs and dust that caked them. He lifted the lantern high into the room, placing it on the floor.

"See for yourself," The Beast told the girls in an excited tone.

The Beast took a couple of steps aside. He first grabbed Belle, lifting her up into the room majestically. He then did the same to Fifi and the triplets. He held onto each tightly, making sure they were safe and secure as he lifted. With all the girls in the attic, he peaked his head over, awaiting their reactions.

"What do you think," The Beast asked.

As he looked up at them, he was caught by surprise! His eyesight was in the perfect vicinity to look right up the nightgown of Paulette!
 
Of course Paulette, like her sisters and Fifi, was wearing proper pantaloons that went all the way to her knees and a little past. Between that and how the floor length gown draped itself over the buxom blonde's body, there was no opportunity for the Beast to see any private parts. Still, he could see Paulette, like the other girls, possessed healthy, shapely limbs,

The girls moved up to the attic, oohing and aahing at everything they found. They would fondle the bolts if material and run their fingers lightly over the dresses.

The trunks, though, were what really made the girls excited. Each one was a mystery to be uncovered, and in the dim light provided by the lantern, they split up and began opening up different ones. There was one full of books that Belle planted herself in front of, another with stoles, a third with maps of distant lands...each trunk representing a whole new world.

Only one trunk would not open move. It was a huge trunk set on one end against the wall, so that it was flush with the wall. The trunk was taller than Beast himself, and three times as wide. Even acting in unison, the girls could not open the trunk. And the trunk seemed fastened to the wall somehow, so that it would not budge.

Five sets of plaintive eyes turned as one to Beast to come assist them with this last trunk.
 
The Beast watched as the party of girls explored the rooms, digging through the various trunks to find their treasures. He enjoyed the spectacle; it made him think of those stories where pirates went on a deserted island in search of hidden treasure. And then there was the final trunk that was fastened to the wall: the ultimate boon. He enjoyed himself as he watched the girls try to force it open using their shared force. Finally, he took their looks as a plea for help.

"Get ready," The Beast teased.

His first attempt at opening the trunk wasn't so good. It was clear that whatever secrets lied in there were not to be obtained easily. He pulled again, this time with a bit more use of his strength. However, it didn't seem to move.

With his third attempt, The Beast used all the strength that he could muster. He pulled at the trunk, letting out a mighty growl. The lock on the trunk finally came loose and he was able to get it open for the girls to see what secrets were inside.
 
"I think we found our secret passage," Belle remarked.

The trunk, bolted to the wall, concealed a flight of stairs descending downwards.

"Do you want to lead the way again, Highness?" Fifi asked.
 
Seeing the new stairway, The Beast let out a heavy sigh. There was still so much mystery to this castle that he wasn't expecting. It's clear that whatever these secrets were for, they were only truly accessible for a chosen few. He went over to grab the lantern, returning to the mouth of the doorway.

"It looks steep," The Beast said as he looked down. "Be careful."

The Beast wasn't looking as he reached out for the hand that was nearest him. He wanted to keep Belle close to him. As he began his descent, he took a look back to see that it was Fifi who he was holding onto. As they moved, he could sense how the stairway snaked itself around the tower.
 
Fifi grabbed Belle's hand, who grabbed the hand of one of the triplets. Soon Beast was leading a daisy chain of pretty young women down the flight of stairs.

The flight seemed to go on forever, but eventually they found themselves at the bottom of the stairs. The light shown out on a vast underground lake that looked as if it was icy cold. Belle dipped a finger in the water and confirmed the temperature of the water is frigid.

"So do we head back up the stairs, that way up the shore, or the other way?" Belle asked. "Either way, it's been an adventure straight out a book!"
 
The Beast was mesmerized as he looked at the lake, gazing at how the light bounced off the ice crystals in the water. He didn't want this adventure to end; even if their path was to lead to nothing exciting. The Beast did take note of the temperature. While his fur kept him warm, he could tell that the girls in their thin nightgowns would probably feel some kind of chill.

"I say we keep exploring," The Beast emplored. He grabbed ahold of Claudette, spinning her around as if she was dancing. He placed her against his body, sharing his heat. "If you ladies are cold, I'll gladly keep you warm."
 
Claudette laughed and giggled as Beast set her down, though Belle gave him a disapproving look and a raised eyebrow.

"I think there is only so much of you to go around, Highness," Belle observed, with a hint of an icy accent on the pronunciation of Beast's title.

"I think," Fifi interrupted, pointing in one direction, "That if I am not disoriented, that way will lead to under the laundry room. There's always steam rising from the vents, so it should be warmer that way. If you will lead the way, Highness?"
 
The Beast felt a small bit of shame as Belle referred to his title. Sure, he may have been having a bit of fun with the women of the castle, but he didn't want to make her feel left out. He paid attention to where Fifi was pointing.

"Just stay close everyone," The Beast said, reaching out to Belle.

As he walked down the lake, he could feel a gradual rising in temperature.

"Very good observation Fifi," he said, praising the maid.
 
The lake side path start gradually rising until it led upwards into a tunnel. Steam would occasionally emerge from side tunnels of the main tunnels.

"You know," Paulette observed, "In the Nordic countries, there is a tradition of sitting in a steam to open up your pores, then diving into ice cold water immediately thereafter."

All the women shivered at the thought of doing so, there faces showing they were clearly against such a regime.

"I guess we've discovered where the steam for the laundry room comes from," Belle observed. "Should we press on until it gets too hot, or start making our way back?"

Again, five pairs of feminine eyes turned to Beast to make the decision.
 
The Beast rather liked Paulette's idea of sitting in the steam. It would be a great way for him to relax and he was sure it would be something that the girls would appreciate.

"Let's keep pushing forward," The Beast said to the girls.

As he led the way further, he could feel the temperature rising even higher. The Beast noted that his fur was becoming matted and damp as it interacted with the steam. Still, he pushed through, not wanting to disappoint his present company.
 
"Look over here!" Claudette exclaimed. One of the rooms branching off the main tunnel held a pool of water. Small wisps of steams could be seen coming off of it. On the far side of the pool was a small waterfall, just a little taller than the young women.

Fifi knelt down and dipped her hand in the water. "Absolutely perfect temperature."
 
The Beast felt a sense of relief when he saw the pool of water. It was just then that he noticed his body was aching, especially his legs and feet. He thought about how he enjoyed soaking his feet in hot water, but this was something much more extravagant. Taking several careful steps, the Beast went into the water, allowing the warmth to wash over his body.

"Belle, get into the water; this is fantastic," The Beast said, submerging himself. "I can see why the builders kept this place secret. It's like paradise."
 
Belle remained still and silent. Surprisingly, so did the triplets.

Fifi finally answered for the five women.

"With respect, Highness," Fifi began, exchanging looks with the other women, "I don't think any of us would want to traipse around the castle in wet clothing once we get finished emerging ourselves in the water."

"And we're all wearing white," Belle added. Even Belle, who wore a blue dress, had only layers of white underneath that single layer of blue. "And white becomes translucent when damp."

"What did she say?" Paulette asked.

"She means white clothing becomes see through when it gets wet," Fifi explained.

A look of understanding became clear on the triplets' face, and they all blushed prettily. The steam in the tunnel had made all the women's clothing clingy, but it hadn't made it transparent. Yet.
 
There was a small feeling of disappointment in the Beast's chest as the women explained the predicament with their attire. He surely did not want to embarrass them when they were back in the castle. It would also cause a lot of unnecessary questions amongst the staff. Still, he wished for them to enjoy this natural hot spring as much as he was.

"Well, then I would suggest you just sit on the bank here," The Beast said as he reached for one of Fifi's ankles. He used his wet paw to give her a light massage. "Just take a quick soak of your feet before we head back. You can still leave feeling refreshed while ensuring your modesty."
 
"Highness!" Fifi said, making a sound that was half giggle, half shriek as she snatched her feet away from Beast's grasp. The triplets laughed as well, though Belle looked truly miffed as she crossed her arms and gave Beast "a look."
 
The Beast could feel daggers in his back when Belle looked at him. Feeling guilty, he climbed out of the pool, his wet fur dripping in water. He went over to the girl, lightly brushing the hair out of her face.

"You've done so much to help me," The Beast said to her. "You deserve a chance to relax. Just like my castle, this place is very much yours as it is mine."
 
Belle sighed. Perhaps she didn't approve of her friend's friskiness with the other women, but he had been so cut off for most of his life, could she really blame him? He had been so friendless and alone, and now he found himself surrounded by people acting friendly to him.

"It's okay," she told her dear friend, reaching out and caressing his cheek. "Though perhaps we should get you back to your room so you can get out of those clothes and into something warm and dry."

"Well, there is another possibility," Laurette began. "The room that pool is in isn't that well lit, as long as you keep the lantern out of it, and as long as everyone keeps their distance, you can't actually see anything, so..."

"Laurette!" Fifi exclaimed, clearly scandalized. "Surely you cannot be suggesting..."

"Well, the Prince we'll be the only one who will be with us, and His Highness won't spread gossip if we go skinny dipping with him," Paulette added, "And as Laurette explained, as long as we keep our distance and keep the lantern out of the room, nobody will see anything. Our clothes will stay dry, and his Highness' clothes will remain dry as well.

As the triplets and Fifi argued/discussed the matter, Belle remained perfectly still. She gave Beast occasional side glances, but refused to look at him directly.
 
The Beast pondered Paulette's proposal. He felt that he had struck a nerve with Belle. The last thing he wanted her to think was that she wasn't special. Quite the contrary; he owed his very life to her. That said, the present adventure he had with these ladies had been the most fun he'd had in years, and he didn't want it to end. He would hope Belle would understand.

"It shouldn't be a problem," The Beast said. "I promise I won't say anything. The only ones who will know of this place will be us, so it is in all of our best interest to keep quiet about this place. I'll even look away when we're in the room. How does that sound?"
 
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