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HypnoTV: Pacific Blue (mc,ff)
by MS4EVER321@aol.com


     Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave
now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you
feel like trying this at home, seek help. 


     It was a cooler afternoon than usual in Southern California.
Fewer people were on the boardwalks than there usually were, no
doubt due to the setting sun. That was good news for Cory
McNamara and Chris Kelly. The two were bike cops, patrolling the
beachfront. They were riding department issued ten speeds that
allowed for punishment and high speed jumps. Cory was a brunette
with a large chest and pensive features. Chris had her long blond
hair tied in a ponytail and wore sunglasses which did little to
hide her beautiful face. They both wore the same uniform: a black
helmet, black shorts and white shirts. "So, anything else left
before we go home?" Chris said. 
     "A follow-up on that jewel theft the other day," Cory said.
"Lieutenant wants us to check up, get the list of what was stolen
from the owner for the records." 
     "Oh, geez, is that where I think it is?"
     "Old Witch Wanda's."
     "Great." 
     Witch Wanda had a reputation as being eccentric, even by
California standards. She firmly believed in witchcraft as well
as what she called "the true path of the spirit." A sometime
fortune teller, she believed that there was only one soul mate
for each person and that any interference with that destiny was
to tempt fate too much. 
     Wanda's store was a was a New Age buff's delight. It was
dark and yet exuded energy. Enya welcomed the two as they came
in, making their way past the tables and carts of trinkets,
crystals, candles and numerous other items meant to bring
spiritual enlightenment. "Wanda?" Cory called. Wanda was the only
name she used and the only one she answered to. "Are you here?" 
     "Back here," came the reply from the far end of the shop.
Cory and Chris walked into the back, past a beaded curtain and
into a small room. It had a circular table in it, with a glass
globe on top. Sitting at the table, humming, was Wanda. She
appeared to be in her fifties, with dark hair underneath a
turban. She wore a sequined robe that glittered in the dim light
coming from a single bulb. 
     "Oh, lord," Chris muttered under her breath as they walked
in. "Wanda, we're police officers, we were sent to pick up that
list." 
     Wanda's eyes snapped open and she looked at the two. "Sit,"
she said in a hard tone. 
     "Well, we just wanted to pick up--"
     "SIT." Cory and Chris sat, taken aback by the tone of voice
the older woman was using. Wanda gazed at them and smiled. "I was
hoping you'd come. I needed to talk to you, to prepare you for
your journey." 
     "Journey?" Cory said, giving Chris a quick odd look. 
     "Down the path of life, together. Both of you." 
     "Could you be a tad more specific?" Chris asked. 
     Wanda smiled. "You two are soulmates. It is your destiny to
be together, through thick and thin. You're bonded in love and
this bond will keep you until you die." 
     "Uh-huh," Chris said, her face clearly saying she thought
Wanda was nuts.
     "Um, look, we hate to disappoint you, but we're just
friends,
that's all. We don't even go that way, really." 
     "But it's your destiny, I've seen it," Wanda said, frowning.
"It was evident the first time I met you. You cannot deny your
fate. To do so will bring dire consequences." 
     "Look, Wanda, we just want the report," Chris said. "We're
cops, we risk our lives every day, we can handle consequences."
     "Not like these," Wanda said. "I can show you you're meant
for each other. Look into the ball." 
     "You can't be serious," Cory said. 
     "I am. Look into it." 
     "If we do, will you give us the report?" Chris asked. 
     "Yes. Look into it." Dubious, Cory and Chris looked into the
ball. Wanda pushed a button and the ball began to glow, a light
green strobe flashing. "Look into the ball," Wanda said in a
soothing voice. "Just look deeply into it. Just watch it glow,
watch the patterns of light form in it. Watch the patterns shift
and move, watch them as they collide and merge and then drift off
into other patterns. Keep looking, deeper into the ball, deeper
inside. It pulls you in, makes you keep watching. You want to go
in deeper and deeper, towards the center of the globe, just keep
watching. As you watch and as you keep going, deeper and deeper
into the globe, you feel relaxed. Very relaxed. Just keep
watching those patterns, watch the colors slide and shift and you
feel so relaxed and so calm. You go deeper and deeper and you
feel more and more relaxed. The colors pass by as you go deeper
and it's so relaxing, so soothing, just to go deeper into the
globe. Just go deeper and deeper and let the colors cover you,
let them warm you, let them calm you and relax you as you finally
find the center. The nice, wonderful center. It feels so good and
you feel more calm and relaxed than you've ever felt. Just stare
at the center and listen to my voice. Listen to me and trust me." 
     Wanda gazed at the two officers. Their facial muscles were
relaxed, their eyes sleepily focused on the glowing ball. Wanda
smiled. These two were meant for each other, she knew that.
Sometimes fate needed a little push.

     "I hate talking to that woman," Cory said as she and Chris
walked into the locker room at the station. "It makes my head
hurt." 
     "I'm with you on that," Chris said as she stripped off her
shirt. "I'm glad we don't have a night shift. I need some rest
tonight." 
     "You doing anything?" Cory asked as she slid her pants off. 
     "No, just bum around the apartment, I guess." 
     "How about we check out the boardwalk? Grab a hot dog, go on
the ferris wheel? Nice, quiet night out?"
     Chris looked over at her partner. Cory was nude and Chris
once again took notice of how gorgeous she was. "Why not? It's a
date." Slipping off her panties, Chris headed into the shower,
Cory behind her. 
     As Chris felt the warm water fall down on her, she once
again noticed Cory. It was strange, but she felt something
staring at her. An attraction beyond friendship. She had to fight
not to stare at her breasts, so much bigger than her own. That
knockout body was hard to ignore as well. Chris turned her gaze
away and began to soap down. This was taking a weird direction.
     Cory gazed at Chris. She enjoyed the way the water fell down
her back, sliding down her long blonde hair and to that shapely
ass. Her gaze continued downward, taking in those long and
shapely legs. She didn't know why Chris sometimes agonized over
her appearance. As far as Cory was concerned, she was beautiful.
Real beautiful. The kind of woman she'd take as a girlfriend.
That is, if she felt that way.

     The boardwalk wasn't too crowded as Cory and Chris walked
down it. Cory wore a peach-colored dress with straps on her
shoulders. Chris had on a pair of jeans and a simple shirt. The
two were sharing a giant cotton candy, a treat fresh off the
ferris wheel. "God, I feel like I'm 12 again," Chris said,
laughing. "I haven't had cotton candy in years." 
     "Relax, you'll burn off the calories tomorrow," Cory said.
"I'm glad we did this. I've had a lot of fun." 
     "Me, too," Chris answered. She looked at the remains of the
cotton candy. "One bite left. Who gets it?" 
     "On three?" 
     "One, two, three." Cory and Chris dived in at once, each
trying to bite the remaining clump of candy. They smashed the
cotton in, their lips touching through a thin coat of the candy.
They paused for a moment in surprise, then broke apart, staring
at one another, neither sure what to say. 
     A gunshot broke the mood between them. Glancing over, they
saw a man running towards them, a purse in one hand, a gun in the
other. He shoved Cory down and grabbed Chris, holding the gun to
her chin. "Come on," he said. 
     "Back off!" Cory yelled, standing up and pulling out her
gun. "We're police officers, pal, give it up!" 
     "You back off or I kill her!" The thief looked like he was
high on coke. Cory knew he could fly off the handle any minute
and shoot Chris. "You kill her, I kill you. That's a no-win
situation, pal. Just put it down and let us take you in." 
     "Hell, no," the man muttered, thrusting his gun into Chris'
chin. Instead of tensing in fear, Chris thrust her elbow into the
man's gut and thrust the pistol down. Caught off-guard, the thief
fired, but Chris already had the pistol pointed at the ground,
the bullets chewing into the wooding. She spun out of the man's
grasp, keeping her hand on the gun. Distracted, the thief was
easy prey for Cory, who moved in and belted him in the face,
sending him down. Cory and Chris quickly embraced. "You okay?"
Cory asked. 
     "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Chris answered. Another awkward
pause followed, broken when a uniformed officer ran up to the
two.
     It took an hour for them to settle things and head back to
their beachside apartment. Cory got a couple of cups of coffee
and joined Chris on the couch. They sipped their drinks quietly,
both of them lost in thought. "When he had you," Cory said. "I
was scared. I really didn't want you to get hurt."
     "Thanks. I would have hated hurting you." 
     "Really?" Cory said, raising her eyebrows. 
     "Yeah," Chris said, putting her cup on the table. Cory did
the same. She brushed a strand of blond hair off Chris' face. "I
haven't felt like this. Ever." 
     "Me, neither," Chris replied. She leaned in and kissed Cory.
It was hesitant, their lips briefly touching, then pushing
together as the two felt an thrill run through them. They broke
away, staring at each other. 
     "You sure you want to do this?" Cory said. 
     "I'm sure." 
     "It's just, there's department rules about partners being
involved. And same sex partners-"
     "I don't care. I want you." 
     "Same here." They kissed again, embracing as they did. Still
hugging, they got to their feet, Chris directing them to her
room. They began pawing at each other as they moved, Chris taking
off her shirt. Cory let her dress fall off, stumbling over it as
she went. She and Chris kicked off their shoes and then fell on
the bed together. The two women rolled around on the bed,
kissing, Chris coming on top. She unhooked Cory's bra, letting
her sizable tits go free. She buried her head in between the
breasts and showered them with kisses, taking her time to suckle
one nipple, then the other, tightening them with the touch of her
lips. Cory unsnapped Chris' bra and immediately began massaging
the round breasts. The two were turned on as they felt each
other's hands on their most tender areas.
     As Chris licked at her breasts, Cory's hand drifted down her
partner's smooth body until it came to the unbuttoned jeans. She
stuck her hand inside, brushing past the white panties and let
her fingers feel the lips in between her legs. She slowly began
massaging Chris' pussy, her fingers brushing through the blond
hair, the middle finger sliding in and out of the clit. Chris
moaned as she suckled one of Cory's nipples, her moans continuing
as she felt the brunette finger her. "God, yeah," she whispered.
Her pelvis moved in slow response as Cory's fingers plunged in
and out. She came, spilling onto Cory's fingers, eliciting a
surprised gasp. 
     Topless, Chris wiggled out of her stained pants and panties
and moved down Cory's body. She pulled off the dark panties and
exposed Cory's clit. Cory lay back with her feet propped flat on
the bed. Chris took a look at those inviting lips and dived in.
She started licking with agonizing slowness, Cory moaning both
from impatience and the slow erotic feeling coming over her as
Chris' tongue stabbed into her pussy. Chris' hands moved up and
down Cory's well-built thighs as she ate her out, pinching the
tiny fat on them. Cory withered on the bed as Chris' tongue began
to produce cum, the sweet taste driving her on. Cory's legs
clamped together on Chris' head as she came, trapping Chris'
mouth by the pussy. They stayed clamped together until Chris had
lapped away all the juices and then released so Chris could give
her partner another giant kiss. 
     Later, they lay together in bed, arms wrapped around one
another. "So, is this a one-night thing?" Chris asked. 
     "Not to me, it's not," Cory answered. 
     "Good." 
     "Soulmates forever?"
     "Soulmates forever."
     And in her shop a few miles away, Wanda watched her globe
and smiled. Fate always had her way. With a little help, of
course.