Chapter #36Shapeshifters Do It for a Change by: imaj   Steve Patterson has a, well, a reputation in the school: A bit of a womaniser, a love-them-and-leave-them type. He’s never seen with the same girl for long. Despite this, despite all the warnings and the fact that everyone knows exactly what he’s like, he seems to have no problems leaving a trail of abandoned girls behind him. Some of them even come round for seconds and thirds, somehow thinking that this time, it will all be different.
It never is.
Steve is, unsurprisingly, not exactly Kim’s type. Letting yourself sink into Kim’s personality makes what you are about to do feel unpleasant, rather than abhorrent. What Steve is, is here and apparently interested. He makes no attempt to disguise his staring as you inexpertly sway your way across the library.
“Hi Steve,” you say, brushing some hair behind your ear with your hand and staring deep into his hooded eyes. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“I was just checking something out,” he grunts monosyllabically.
You titter dutifully at the pun, but when Steve stares at you blankly, you realise it was unintentional. Oops.
“Did you find what you were looking for,” you ask, winding a strand of your hair round one of your fingers. A little stray Kim thought tells you that playing with your hair is such a cliché. It is followed moments later by another one that says maybe that’s all Steve understands.
“Maybe,” he replies, making great play of looking you up and down.
“Maybe you should have come looking for it sooner,” you say playfully.
“I’m here now,” he rumbles.
“Mmm, so you are,” you say, moaning slightly. You pull his head down so you can whisper in his ear. “The question is, where will you be later?”
“The gym loft,” he blurts prematurely. “The gym loft at lunchtime. Maybe I’ll help you find what you’re looking for too.”
“Yesss, the gym loft,” you say softly as you pull back from him. That’s what you say anyway, what you think is: Aha, the Fuck Room.
The Fuck Room, and it merits those capital letters, is the loft space above the school gym. Given over to the stars of he sports teams by one of the coaches. In some ways it’s like your old den back at the abandoned elementary school. Except with more sex. A lot more sex, in fact. If you’ve been invited there, well it’s clear what Steve wants.
“I’ll see you there,” you say, planting a small peck on his cheek. You walk off to your first class, putting an exaggerated swing in your hips as you go.
You are genuinely surprised that worked…
*****
“So,” says Steve as he leans over you in the door frame. “What do you think?”
The Fuck Room is laid out before you. It's piled high with boxes and crates and gym detritus. A couple of old gym mats are spread on the floor, they are rumpled and stained. The room stinks of stale sweat and beer and... You wrinkle your nose in disgust.
Of course, you mention none of this to Steve.
“Nice,” is your response. “Very cosy. In fact I think I could get very comfortable in here. Very comfortable.”
You walk into the centre of the room and turn back to face him. Placing one hand on your hip you give him Kim’s best come hither smile.
“You said you were going to help me find what I was looking for,” you say innocently.
“Baby,” he says walking over to you. You stifle a laugh, at the sheer corniness of his words. “I got it right here.”
He holds you by the arms as he lowers you to the floor. He disrobes you with a gentleness you had not expected, even as your own attempts to remove his clothes are more fumbling and clumsy. Then he pins you he old gym mat as he slowly, rhythmically, starts to grind against you. He is thorough, attentive and brings matters to a mutually satisfactory conclusion several minutes later.
As you bask in the afterglow, understanding now why some girls keep going back to Steve two things occur to you. Firstly, that you probably owe Keith an apology and secondly that it would be good to keep Steve in your pocket. Good for your plans, of course. Anything else would just be a fringe benefit.
Using Kim’s intelligence you start to form a plan. You roll over and straddle Steve at the hips. You came across the spell you are about to use whilst researching hexes. The sigil should really be drawn in the targets own blood. Of course, with your understanding of magic you could substitute any bodily fluid…
“Ready to go again,” you say, smiling as you reach down and give his cock a squeeze. A last little bit of liquid dribbles out and onto your hand.
“You’ll wear me out,” he protests. “In a minute.”
“For you,” you dimple. “I can wait.”
You start to trace out the intricate patterns of the sigil onto Steve’s chest. The fluid is warm and sticky, so you distract him by talking.
“You know, I never thought you’d be interested in me of all people,” you say. That much is true as Kim’s slim figure is very different from those of the girls he’s normally seen with. “I’m glad you were though.”
“I have hidden depths,” he says. You try not to snicker as you continue drawing.
“I’ll bet you do,” you say instead. “Maybe we could explore them together.”
“Maybe,” he says, shifting uncomfortably beneath you.
“I know what your thinking,” you interrupt, starting to draw faster. “But I think can show you something. Something that will change your mind. Something wonderful.”
“You’ve already shown me something wonderful,” he says, grey eyes narrowing.
“This is much better,” you explain. “But before I tell you, you have to promise me something. Promise you’ll never tell another person about what goes on between us in private.”
“Sure,” he mumbles, almost convincingly.
“Swear it,” you say, placing your right hand over his heart.
“I swear,” he says.
“Say the whole thing,” you plead. “Swear you’ll tell another person about what goes on between us in private.”
“I swear,” he says slowly and deliberately. “That I will never tell another person about what goes on between us in private.”
The sigil glows white for a moment as the geas settles around him. It is often unreliable to control someone using magic, so the Blackwell golem said, but the geas gets around that. It simply makes an oath binding and inescapable. Usually it requires a willing subject, but as you’ve just shown, there are ways round that.
Steve will now simply be unable to tell anyone else about what you do with him. A normal geas, with a blood sigil, apparently makes its subject’s blood boil if they even try. It should be fun watching what happens if he tries given the source material of the sigil you used.
“What was that,” he says, trying to get up.
“Easy now,” you say, pinning him in place between your legs. “Let me tell you my first secret: I’m a witch.”
“No, no” says Steve confusedly. “Everyone says how nice you are Kim.”
“No silly,” you laugh. He looks angry for a moment. “I mean witch, like with a pointy hat and magic.”
“Now you’re just laughing at me,” he says unhappily, starting to push you off.
“I’m not,” you say. “And I’ll show you. You see Steve, I know what you like. We all know what you like. You move from one girl to the next, discarding each one like a used tissue. I can offer you something better.”
You place both your hands in front of your face. The you draw them back and around your head, activating the chameleon spell as you do.
“I can be the next girl,” you say as Morgana.
Steve falls back to the floor, stunned. You repeat the process.
“And the girl after that,” you say as Michelle.
“What are you,” he says accusingly, but you feel his member stirring beneath you.
You wave your hands across your face one more time.
“I told you silly,” you say as Jessica. “I’m a witch, and I can be any girl you want. Any girl that’s unattainable. Any girl that won’t do it raw and unprotected the way you like it. Just let me know and your fantasies will come alive.”
“This is too fucking weird,” he practically shouts.
“Your mouth says one thing,” you coo. “But I can feel a different answer down here. Who do you want Steve?”
“Fuck. Give me the first girl, the freak,” says Steve. He is rock hard now, harder than he was the first time.
You place your hands to your face again, resuming Morgana’s face and sinking into her personality. If the first time was good, the second time is spectacular.
*****
You leave the Fuck Room a discreet five minutes after Steve, feeling optimistic that he’s now in your pocket. For a while at least, and you can always use a golem later if you need too. You’ll hold off on that though, as this way has some interesting possibilities for screwing Steve over (in the other sense) later on.
Smiling to yourself inanely, you are suddenly brought back to the ground with a bump when Chelsea pulls herself away from a wall and confronts you. She dismisses a flunkey with a wave of her hand.
“Did you enjoy yourself Kim,” she leers. “We need to talk about a few things.”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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