
"Excuse me, I think that's my seat," the pitch woman said in a
musical soprano. Richard's body had been stiff with tension from
the moment he detected the faint scent of pine pitch and earthy
magic in the air. The pitch woman wore the face of a tall college age
Asian woman with a flawlessly beautiful face. Her elegant neck and thin
wrists made her seem quite slender, but it was hard to tell with
her bulky trench coat. Even through the coat it was apparent that
the poor woman who this pitch person had replaced had been quite
well endowed before she met her grisly fate.

"Oh, let me make some space for you then." He said, getting up
and sliding into the aisle. After he did so, she paused for a
second, visibly checking him out. At 6'6" and 270 pounds of
burly muscle, Richard was used to that kind of reaction and normally
he loved it, but a pitch woman doing it made him feel like a cow being
sized up by the butcher. She was making no effort to conceal her
scent as pitch people normally did, which in Richard's experience
meant she was aiming to instill terror in anyone who knew what
that scent meant.

"Thanks!" She gave a brilliant smile before sliding past him
close enough that her hair brushed against his face and he got
another strong wiff of that distinctive terrifying smell.

He was about to turn to walk towards the front of the plane and
leave. At over a thousand years old, Richard had long ago learned
that it was better to look silly and live to tell about it than
maintain one's dignity and die. The pitch woman prevented his
escape by taking off her trench coat.

Richard had noticed her beauty before and might even have been distracted
by it if it weren't for his mastery of his own mind, but even his autohypnosis
couldn't suppress the surge of lust that rose up as she slid the tan fabric
of her coat back over her delicate shoulders. Beneath the coat she wore a
black pencil skirt and red turtle neck, so she wasn't showing much skin, but
the tight fabric did nothing to conceal the shape of her body. Each of her
breasts must have been the size of soccer balls, and they stretched the red
fabric of her shirt so thin that Richard could make out the shape of her
bra under it. The rest of the pitch woman's torso was as slim as Richard
had guessed from the size of her wrists, though her waist pinched in even
further before flaring out into hips every bit as impressive as her massive
chest.

She bent over to tuck her folded coat against the wall, thrusting an
absolutely stupendous ass towards Richard. It looked like the butt of
a much larger woman had been grafted onto the slender beauty before
him. After she turned and slid into her seat she raised the arm between
their two seats, "Sorry, do you mind if I leave this up? I'm not sure
I would fit otherwise." She said.

"Sure."

"Thanks!" She lowered her bulging butt, and Richard could see that she
hadn't been exaggerating. Even in first class, that incredible booty
filled the seat to overflowing. The pitch woman even seemed to be sitting
eight inches to a foot higher than Richard normally would have expected
due to the extra cushioning.

Lucy looked up at the handsome stranger through her long eyelashes and felt
a thrill of pride at the way he froze for a moment as she slid her coat
down to pool at her back. She ran her eyes over his bulging arms and chest
greedily, allowing herself a smile when she saw his lack of a wedding ring.
She breathed in through her nose, sampling the air like the huntress she was.
There was the familiar scent of lust, but also a note of fear? Why would he
be afraid of her? Any red blooded male should be thoroughly fixated on her
body after being initially exposed to it. In Lucy's experience, men needed
at least a few hours after they had first gotten exposed to her up close before
they could stop thinking about sex.

When he continued to stand there giving off that confusing mix of scents,
she said "Umm, I think there are some people trying to get past.
Come on, don't be scared. I don't bite. Promise." She gave him a flirtatious
smile.

Richard sat back down, his pulse hammering. Her warm hip and thigh pressed up
against his own, and he realized that though he was a head taller than her
standing up, her eyes were nearly level with his own once they were both
sitting due to the boost her butt gave her. He couldn't get the pitch woman's
body out of his mind. Was it influencing his mind somehow? No, pitch people
didn't have that kind of magic. Its last victim had just been a very very
attractive young woman, that was all. It would probably be ok, he rationalized.
This pitch woman seemed to understand human mannerisms better than most. It
was probably an old one. It was probably smart enough to realize that killing
on a plane would not end well for it. But then why wouldn't it be concealing
it's scent? He prepared to shatter the window it was sitting next to with his
telekinesis and try to shove it out if it made any move.

Richard turned to face forward and pulled out his phone in the hopes that
the monster beside him would leave him alone for the rest of the flight.
As he scrolled without reading, all of his psychic senses were focused on
detecting an attack. His breathing slowed, as he entered a light battle
trance.

Lucy felt herself growing increasingly annoyed. Was a man actually ignoring
her? She couldn't remember the last time that had happened. She had been
the hottest girl in the room pretty much continuously since her junior year
of high school, and since college she had found it pretty much effortless
to wrap any boy she wanted around her finger. She had once gotten 17 marriage
proposals in one year. A not insignificant number of her lovers had confessed
her her that until they met her they had thought themselves 100% gay. Even at
41 years old, she knew she was ever bit as hot as she had been in college,
hotter in fact. Yet still, the blond hunk next to her was ignoring her, and
he was afraid of her! She thought about pumping out more pheromones, but decided
it was cheating. Lucy fumed about it silently for a moment, a part of
her growing amused at her own petulance. Why was he afraid of her? Could he
know something about her?

Lucy had realized she was not entirely human when she lifted up the
back end of the family car while her father let her watch him change a
tire when she was 5 years old. Her father had told her not to tell anyone,
so Lucy had kept it a secret, teaching herself to modulate her strength,
avoid letting on that a bit of starlight was almost as good as the noon
sun for her or that she could hear whispers from three rooms away, and
keeping mum about the incredible world of smells that she lived in.
When she realized she could control the pheromones she released in
college, she had kept quiet about that too. She had always wanted to
understand why she was the way she was, but she had never been able to
find out. As far as she knew, she was the only person like her in the world.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" she asked the taciturn hunk sitting next to
her.

Richard turned at the question, and was once more struck by the beauty of the
pitch woman's flawless face. "I don't think so."

"Oh. It's just, there was a look in your face when I first walked up. Like you
recognized me from somewhere." She pressed in that musical voice of hers.

"Oh, no." Richard replied. He should have left it at that, but now his curiosity
was peaked. How often did one get a chance to talk to a pitch person when they
were not trying to chew your head off or trapped in a box. "I must have just
been struck by the sight of you."

She smiled at that, "'Struck by the sight of me', I like the sound of that.
What about me was is striking?" She flipped her hair back flirtatiously and
turned her body to face him, putting herself on display. "It's ok, take your
time deciding. I don't mind," she grinned impishly.

Richard felt his eyes getting sucked down as if by a gravitational force to
the twin red swells she was pointing towards him. His large dick stiffened
in his pants. *My god, she's incredible* he though before dragging his eyes
back up to meet heres with an effort of will. "All of you." He said truthfully.

"Oh, what a cop-out!" she giggled and leaned forward, laying one elegant hand
on his large bicep and playfully swatting him on the shoulder, "I'll let you
get away with it this time though." The smile died on her face when she saw
the way he flinched away from her. "Sorry, sorry." She said pulling back
in shock. No man had ever reacted to her that way before.

Richard eased back into position. Jesus, he was jumpy. He had nearly just
hammered the window open with his mind. He had been sure that the voluptuous
pitch woman's elegant fingers were about to flow and turn into claws that
slashed into him when she touched his arm. Instead, they had remained ordinary,
if remarkably beautiful, fingers. He cleared his throat, "No, it's fine. You
just scared me is all."

"I guess you don't like being touched. Believe me, I understand. I was out of
line. Forgive me?" Lucy looked down and clasped her hands by her waist, forcing
her boobs together with her elbows and she looked up at him through her long
eyelashes.

"Yeah. It's nothing."

She smiled in relief. "Let's start over. I'm Lucy Park, it's lovely to meet
you."

Richard smiled back, a little hesitantly, "I'm Richard Smith. Likewise." He
took her offered hand, though every one of his instincts was screaming at him
not to. It failed to morph into a shark's mouth and take his hand off at the
wrist. Lucy's skin was silky smooth in his hand, as flawless as the rest of
her. It didn't feel like the hand of a monster.

Lucy held his hand for longer than was entirely necessary, appreciating the
hard muscles in the callused palm that enveloped her own smaller hand as she
looked into his pale gray eyes. His eyes, she thought, were like wafers of
flint, just thin enough that light could peek though. The skin of her neck
and breasts warmed as she customized her pheromone profile to target him
exclusively. Lucy didn't know how she could do it, but after making skin-to
skin contact she could tailor fit her enthralling pheromones to a person,
which was convenient when she wanted to seduce someone without starting an
orgy.

"So what do you do for work Richard?" she asked, withdrawing her hand.

"These days, not to much. I sit on the board of a few companies and manage
some land."

"A little vague, but I'll let you have your secrets. What do you think I do?"

"Umm," Richard had never heard of a pitch person carrying out this long of
a conversation. They usually didn't do much more than kill and scream about
the destruction of the forest.

"Come on, just give a guess. What do I look like?" Lucy once again turned her
torso towards Richard and gestured towards her body with a sweeping motion
of her hands.

"A student?" He guessed.

She giggled, "Nope. How old do you think I am?"

"I try never to guess a ladies age."

"I promise I won't be offended. Just guess!" She said with a playful twinkle
in her eye.

"You look maybe 22, though I'm going to speculate that that's not true."

"Good guess," she giggled, "I'm actually 41!"

"No!" for a moment Richard forgot he was talking to a monster wearing the
face of a woman. "You can't be older than 25 tops."

"I hear that a lot, but it's true. I'm really 41. Here, I have proof." She
reached into the stylish purse she had set by her feet and fished out her
phone.

"My college girlfriends and I like to recreate this one photo every new years."
She opened up her photo gallery and leaned over to show Richard the screen.
Richard eyed the phone a little warily. He had one of course, but technology
invented after the steel plow always made him a little uncomfortable for the
first 50 years of its existence or so.

The photo showed a grinning Lucy posing next to 3 other young women in matching
red bikinis. There was a pool behind them and a paper sign that said 1996
hanging overhead. Lucy stood four inches taller than the second tallest member
of the group and her incredible curves stood out all the more because they were
juxtaposed against the much more normal proportions of her friends. Richard did
notice that Lucy's breasts only seemed to be the size of large grapefruits in
the photo, rather than the soccer ball sized monsters that were currently
stretching out her turtleneck. Her hips seemed narrower as well, and Richard
doubted that the girl in the photo would have needed to raise the dividing arm
between airline seats in order to sit down. Aside from her smaller curves
though, the Lucy in the photograph looked exactly the same as the one leaning
towards him.

"This is Jessica," Lucy said pointing towards a short Asian girl standing to
her left in the photo, "and this is Amber and Beth." She said pointing to two
brunettes to her right.

"And here we are the next year," Lucy flipped to the next photo, which looked
nearly identical except that the sign now said 1997 and the Lucy in the photo
had gotten significantly curvier.

Lucy adjusted herself and leaned closer. Richard could feel the heat of her
body now and the side of her left breast was starting to press into his bicep.
He felt his dick stiffen in his pants. She flipped to the next photo. The
change in Lucy's curves was not as pronounced between the 1997 and 1998 photos,
but it was still obvious that she was bigger.

As Lucy flipped, Richard started to notice changes besides the sign and Lucy's
growing body. The other girls in the photo lost their youthful glow and their
faces shifted subtlety as they grew older. By contrast, Lucy's face looked
exactly as it had in the first photo. As her friends aged, Lucy's curves
continued to swell, a process made even more apparent by the fact that she
wore the same bikini in every shot. The red bikini had started out fairly
modest, but as Lucy's body changed more and more of her pale breast flesh
showed. By 2010 there was flesh spilling out on all sides and the red triangles
of fabric were looking throughly overwhelmed. Her bikini bottoms had turned
into an overwhelmed thong, bunched up between her swollen ass cheeks.

"This is also what I show people when they accuse me of having fake boobs."
She giggled. "Ohmygod, you're turning as red as a tomato. I'm sorry,
I'm being a bad girl."

Richard cleared his throat and focused inward for a second, exercising his
control over his own body and mind to chase the blood from his face.
"Does it end there?"

"What? Oh, no, here lemme show you." Lucy leaned back, coming even closer
this time, her chest folding around Richard's arm. She continued to flip
through the photos and Richard watched as the girl in the photos swelled
even larger while her friends aged. In this last batch of photos Amber's
gut really started to expand. In the 2012 photo, Jessica was massively
pregnant and they had abandoned their standard poses to crowd around
her belly bent over with their hands outstretched like worshipers. He
could see the laughter on their faces. By the time they reached 2018,
the Lucy in the photo had nearly identical proportions to the one
leaning her weight against him, and she was standing next to three
noticeably older women, their skin beginning to sag.

"Ok, wow, I believe you. That's incredible. You don't seem to age at all."
Richard said. She must have used her shapeshifting powers to avoid aging.
That couldn't be right though. A pitch person would never wear a face for
20 years. Would they?

"Well, I did gain a bit of weight." Lucy said, pulling back.

"It looks good on you though,"

"Oh that's sweet of you to say, but I know I've got a bit too much junk in the
trunk." she sighed, "I try to lose the weight, but nothing I do seems to work.
Oh well, I guess that's just what getting older is like."

"That is the truth." Richard said.

"Oh, what do you know about aging. You can't be over 35."

Richard smiled, "I'm quite a bit older than that."

"What are you? 40?" when Lucy saw Richard's smirk she went higher, "45?
50?"

Richard chuckled, "This is a rather absurd conversation isn't it? Both of
us sitting here pretending to be shocked at one another's inhuman agelessness.
Both of us look this way because we choose to."

"W-what do you mean?" Lucy looked surprised and almost hurt.

"Oh come on, you're going to keep up the act?"

"I honestly don't understand what you are saying." She said, "Are you saying
I had plastic surgery? Are you saying *you* had plastic surgery?"

Richard cocked his head. Was it possible that this pitch woman genuinely
didn't realize what she was? No. Such a thing had never happened. She was
just an incredible actress. Still, even that was incredible. Pitch people
were cunning, but they usually had fairly inflexible minds. This one had
a depth to it that he found shocking.

"Can I just say," he said after a long pause, "that I have never met one
of your people like you. Despite myself, I find that I want to know everything
about how you came to be who you are."

Lucy pulled back, "'One of my people?' What is that supposed to mean? Korean?"

"I think we both know that you're not Korean." Richard sighed.

Lucy scoffed in offense, "I know no such thing."

"If you insist." Richard sighed. When he had first sensed the pitch woman he
had been worried she was going to rip his face off, but now he was no longer
afraid even as the flirtatious looks she had been giving him turned to looks
of annoyance. He just couldn't imagine a pitch woman who could work herself
up into annoyance at perceived racism behaving like the inhuman monster that
she ought to be. Perhaps she was still an all too human monster, but he should
at least be safe in such a crowded place.

Lucy turned away from Richard fuming. She completely cut off the flow of her
pheromones. She was quite uninterested in seducing the infuriating lug beside
her now. He seemed totally nonplussed, and even a little amused, which just
made her madder. Lucy normally didn't go in for the full social justice
agenda, but she suddenly perceived the privilege her neighbor must have
felt to make a statement like that. It wasn't until the plane started to
angle down towards Logan Airport that she realized Richard might have been
talking about something else. By that point, she felt too awkward to say
anything.

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Even before Lucy left Tufts Medical Center where she worked as a radiologist,
she was already flaring her nostrils to sample the air. In the last three months
she had learned more about what her incredible nose could detect than she had
in her entire life to date. Before, she was always tried to ignore her inhuman
abilities, trying to pretend that she was an ordinary woman. That had gotten
harder after the encounter she had had on her flight back from her hunting trip
last year. Within days of getting off the plane she had become convinced that
Richard knew something about what she was. She had been furious with herself for
letting an opportunity to find out about herself slip through her fingers.

She had just started to forget about it, when she had caught a wiff of Richard's
scent as she walked across Boston Common one day. She had gone out looking for
him nearly every day since. She had stopped pretending that she needed sleep,
wandering the city all night. She hardly ate anything, which seemed to have
finally stopped the inexorable expansion of her curves. By right she should have
been a haunted skeleton of a woman, but she continued to look as vigorous and
healthy as ever. She didn't think her colleagues had noticed a change in her at
all.

Tonight she was heading back to the airport for the second week straight. She
had caught Richard's scent in several scattered places around town, but the
fragments of scent trails she had been able to follow, none newer than a few
weeks old, never lead anywhere. She had practiced tracking other people to
help herself understand the clues he left behind. It had helped her learn to
filter out a specific scent from the background of gas fumes and the chorus of
competing human scents. She had realized that her nose was even more sensitive
than the best bloodhounds, or maybe it was just the way she could process the
data as it came in. She had learned to distinguish between someone who
actually lived in the city and someone who just came in for work, or visited
the occasional restaurant. Richard didn't live in Boston, but he did seem to
come in fairly frequently, and based on the multiple times she had detected his
scent around the outside of Logan airport, she was pretty sure he often flew
in and out of the city.

Yesterday, she had caught a strong wiff of him outside Terminal B on the
departures level in the wee hours of the morning. She didn't think he would
be back so soon, but she still felt thrilled at having found such a lead.
She had bought an extremely overpriced parking pass when she had decided to
commit to her strategy of airport surveillance a week ago, so she pulled into
the parking lot and drove in an upward spiral until she found a parking spot.
Before she got out of the car, she swapped her fitted slacks for some shapeless
gray sweatpants and pulled a loose knit baggy brown shawl over her blouse. The
cloths did a decent job of concealing her figure, though her curves still made
themselves apparent as if indignant that their glory was being concealed.

Lucy got out of the car and started to walk slowly through the parking lot,
pausing frequently to close her eyes and inhale. The stink of the parking
structure flooded in, and her well trained nose quickly sorted everything
around her into categories. She could smell each of the different petrol
products that had dripped onto the cement beneath her feet. She could detect
the rubber, metal, rust, and plastics of the cars around her. She could sense
where someone had vomited onto the concrete a long time ago, and where a dog
had urinated.

It was when she had walked through two thirds of the multi-layered parking lot
that she smelled him. His scent was very fresh compared with what she had
picked up around the city. She parted her lips and pulled the air over
her tongue as she slowly wagged her head back and forth to help herself
zero in on the source. She quickly identified which car was his and took
out her phone to snap a few pictures of its license plate. Before she started
going out every night to hunt for Richard, she might have tried to get a name
and address from the license plate by seducing someone with access to the
RMV database, but she had changed. The nights spent wandering the city had
brought out a predatory almost lizardlike state of mind in her. It was something
that she had skimmed the surface of when she went on trips to hunt deer and wild
hogs, but going out every night for three months straight had allowed her to
delve deeper into it.

Instead of retreating to follow up with the aid of her feminine charms, Lucy
walked over to a corner opposite Richard's car and settled in to wait. If she
could have seen herself, she would have noticed that her pale and healthy skin
slowly took on a pallid gray to match the concrete behind her. When a family
walked over and got into one of the cars near her two hours later, Lucy slipped
away and brought her car around to take their spot. She got into the drivers
seat and settled in to watch. After another few hours passed she emailed her
boss, apologizing for the late notice but saying that she was feeling suddenly
sick.

She stayed like that for the next three days, alert and watching, not feeling
hungry or tired or even uncomfortable. She only moved when the security guard
made his rounds late at night, not wanting him to wonder why the same woman was
sitting in her car day after day.

When her vigil was finally interrupted, it wasn't by Richard walking back to
his car. Instead, a powerful force grabbed her and pulled her through her
windshield, making the glass shatter like sugar crystals around her face.
The trunk of Richard's car popped open and three glowing green vials arced
through the air to take up positions around her. Lucy thrashed against the
force gripping her, but despite her strength she couldn't do anything. It
held her in places where she didn't have any leverage.

"This is alchemists fire. If you move an inch, I'll burn you to nothing."
Richard said, walking into view. There was a strange looking blade dangling
from his right hand.

"What's happening? How are you doing this?" Lucy asked, terror in her voice.

"Drop the act, pitch woman. Why have you been hunting me?" He said coldly.

"I-I've been looking for you because you're the only person I've ever
met who seems to have any idea what I am."

Richard stared at her for a long moment. The vials of alchemists fire
floated back to his trunk. "You really don't know what you are?"

"You called me a pitch woman a moment ago. What does that mean? Is
that what I am? Is that why I can smell the place where you walked
a week later? Is that why I stopped aging in college? Is that why
I don't sleep?" Once the questions started coming, they came in a
torrent. Lucy's chest was heaving with emotion, "I know you're scared
of me for some reason, but please. What am I?"

Lucy floated gently to the ground. The invisible force that had been
holding her aloft remained in place, but it allowed her to stand on
her own legs. "You really don't know?"

"I really don't know. Please."

Richard looked at her and chewed his lip. "I'll answer your questions,
but I'd like to do it with a little distance between us if it's all
the same to you. Let's exchange numbers."

Lucy told him her number and felt her phone buzz as he texted her
so she would have his number. "That's the first time someone has
asked for my number after threatening to burn me to death. I guess
chivalry isn't dead." She giggled nervously. "Sorry, bad joke."

Richard's lips twitched. "What can I say, maybe it was just hard to
pluck up the courage to be so forward with such a beautiful woman."
Lucy could hear a bubble of laughter just below the surface of his
voice. "I'll call you in 15 minutes." He told her as he walked over
and got into his car.

The force holding her in place disappeared just before his car turned.
Lucy walked back over to her own car and began picking glass fragments
off the hood. In all the excitement she had forgotten about the damage.
It was only now that things had calmed down that she realized that going
through the glass had not left a scratch on her flesh, though her clothes
hand been scratched up in a few places. She wondered if she should give the
safety glass or her inhuman nature more credit.

True to his word, Richard called her 15 minutes later, "You had some questions."

"Umm, yeah, mostly just the one. What am I?"

"You're a pitch person. An evil avatar of a dark pine forest, unleashed to take
vengeance on humanity."

"Are you sure? If so, I've been doing a pretty bad job of it."

"You never get the urge to rip people to shreds?"

"Well there was this one landlord I had in college, but my roommates wanted to
kill him too." She said, a little hesitantly, "although, now that you mention
it, they might have been joking. I think I might have really done it."

"You don't feel any particular animosity towards druids, lumberjacks, or
scientific forestry professors?"

"Whats a druid? I've hooked up with a few lumberjacks, and I've never particularly
thought about scientific forestry professors before."

Lucy could hear Richard sigh, "Well, it sounds like your mind is nothing like
that of an ordinary pitch person, but I guess I already knew that from the way
you've never tried to kill me."

"So if I don't think like a pitch person, what makes you so sure I am one?"

"You smell like one. You smell of pine and magic. It's a very distinctive smell
once you've met a pitch person," he told her, "actually, I thought it was odd
when I first met you. Most pitch people conceal their scent, so I assumed you
were trying to scare off anyone who knew what you are."

"Magic has a smell?"

"Yes, magic has a smell."

There was a lull in the conversation before Lucy broke it, "well, why don't you
tell me what else you know about pitch people, and I can see what matched up
with me."

"Sure, that sounds like a good idea. I don't know everything about pitch
people. They are very rare. I've only ever encountered two. They are shape
shifters who kill and replace humans or livestock, rather like skinwalkers,
except that they can take on the shape of anyone they have killed in the past.
They are very strong and fast, and nearly impossible to kill without magical
fire of some sort. They can speak, but they don't often do so. When they
attack, they dispense with their human form and turn into a ball of whirling
bone and sinew. It looks rather like a tumbleweed actually, only one with
teeth and claws and far too many eyes."

"That sounds horrifying. Jeez."

"So any of that sound familiar?"

"Well, I am strong. Like, the only reason I call a tow truck instead of hauling
my car myself is to avoid the funny looks. I guess I'm pretty fast too. I
haven't tried shooting myself or anything like that, but there have been a few
times I thought I cut myself pretty bad but the wound healed before I could even
really take a look at it. I've also never turned into a death tumbleweed, but
now I kinda want to try."

"Huh. I guess that makes sense if you're a pitch person but you don't know it."

"Do pitch people look any different from ordinary humans on the inside?"

"Actually, I don't know. Why?"

"I was just thinking, I might be able to look for anomalies in my xrays.
I'm a radiologist. My group plays a little game where when someone new
joins we take an xray of their chest and then we try to guess if they
were ever a smoker and how athletic they are and whatnot." Lucy was proud
of those xrays because they had made it perfectly clear to any experienced
radiologist that her boobs were entirely natural. It hadn't taken long for
the rumors to spread beyond the radiology department, so the entire hospital
knew that Dr. Park's incredible curves were entirely god given.

"That's a good idea. Is there anything weird about your xrays?"

"Not really. My lungs look a little funny. They had all the other radiologists
confused, but we decided it was just interference from my breasts. At the
time I didn't even notice it until they pointed it out to me, since spotting
variations in soft tissue in an xray is really hard and I didn't have the
experience yet."

There was something in what she had just said, but Richard couldn't quite figure
out what it was. "Hmmmmm. Probably unrelated."

"Yeah, probably." There was a long pause before Lucy spoke up, "Well, this is a
lot to digest. I'm some sort of evil magical monster. I guess I need to get
a whole new look." She giggled a bit manically, "Black right?"

"You're definitely no ordinary pitch person. For what it's worth, I like you
much better this way."

"That's sweet," she laughed, "at least I'm better than a body snatching murder
ball."

"Ok, well, I hope that answers your questions."

"It does. Ummmm, Richard?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I call you again? If I have more questions?" Lucy wanted to add, "Or if
I just want to talk to someone who knows what I am?" But she didn't.

"Of course."

"'Kay. Umm, I guess, bye then."

"Bye Lucy."

"You remembered my name."

"Of course I did, you're a very memorable woman Lucy Park."

"Oh yeah? Play your cards right and I might give you something to
really remember Richard Smith."

At the sensual promise suddenly in her voice, Richard found himself
stiffening, "I'm rubbish at cards. Maybe you can give me some tips
though."

Lucy giggled, "Bye for real Richard."

"Bye for real Lucy."

They stayed on the line for another five seconds not saying anything before
Richard finally hung up.

Lucy grinned and pumped her hand in the air. All in all, that had gone amazingly
well. Sure, Richard had almost killed her, but now she knew what she was, and
with a little luck she would be able to seduce the handsome psychic as she had
planned to when she first saw him on the plane. She was already starting to
think of excuses to contact him again as she pulled out her phone and started
looking for 24 hour auto glass repair services.

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It ended up being Richard who called Lucy a day later. She was at work at the
time, catching up on what she had missed while out "sick", so she just picked
up quickly and promised to call him back after work.

When she got home she sent him a video call link and straightened her hair
while looking into her web cam. After a moments hesitation, she popped a
few buttons on her blouse and tugged it down so that three or four inches
of pale cleavage peeked out.

Richard's face came into view, "How much do you weigh?"

"Wow, not afraid to get personal I see."

"Sorry, I just found a book with a section on pitch people, and it says that
they incorporate stones into their bodies when in human form because they are
usually only about 20 pounds of pitch. You said there were no stones in your
xray right? Then you should weigh like 20 pounds." Richard said.

"Oh, well, I'm not super light. The opposite in fact. I weigh 220 pounds,
which at my height technically makes me obese." She winced.

"Really?"

"I know, I used to tell myself it wasn't that bad since I don't actually have
that much body fat, but I guess I actually don't have any, just a ton of
magic pine pitch." Lucy smiled.

"That's very strange though. This book is very insistent that pitch people have
just enough pitch to fill a large bucket. I think I need to talk to an expert."

"Should I come to talk to them too?"

Richard winced, "Probably best not. The man I have in mind might start
flinging fire at you on sight, unless you've learned how to suppress your
scent."

"Ah, ok. In that case, can you tell me about it afterwards?"

"Of course."

Lucy decided to press her luck, "Over dinner?" when Richard seemed
to hesitate, she added, "Somewhere public? My treat?"

"Sure, yes, that sounds lovely." Richard's tone shifted until
he was agreeing with more firmness.

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"Hi, Richard!" Lucy waved as she walked towards him, her 2" heels clicking
on the sidewalk as she approached. Richard had noticed her when she came
into range of the telekinetic feelers he constantly had deployed, but
had pretended not to out of habit. Now he let his eyes focus on her.
She wore the same trench coat she had been wearing when he first saw her,
and he found himself desperately curious about what she had on underneath
it. He did notice that no cloth dangled out below the bottom of the long
coat, leaving most of her long legs bare.

"Hi Lucy." He smiled. He stiffened up a bit when she moved in to give
him a hug of greeting, wrapper her arms around his neck and going up on
her tip-toes, but the tension bled away as his body registered her hyper
feminine form pressed up against his.

"Relax, I don't bite," she whispered in his ear. She could feel a very
impressive erection pressing up against the side of her thigh. She pressed
her body into his for a few more moments before pulling back. Richard's
flint gray eyes were dilated with visible desire when she looked up at
him.

Richard cleared his throat, "Right, shall we go in?"

"Yes, lets!" Lucy grabbed Richard's meaty arm and hugged it to
herself, squeezing her boobs around it for a moment before pulling
back and looping her arm through Richard's elbow and smiling up at
him.

The wiser part of Richard, the one that had helped him survive nearly 1000
years of life, had been hoping that this meeting would be all business.
That part of him was no longer in charge. Instead he found himself wanting
to do whatever it took to get the sensual beauty on his arm to press herself
against him once again.

"I have a reservation under the name Park," Lucy said once they entered.

"It'll just be five more minutes. You can wait there," the server said.

They walked over to the bench that he had indicated and sat down. Lucy
sat down close enough that her thigh was pressing up against Richards.
"You look great by the way," she purred, reaching up to fiddle with
his collar, "very handsome." When she was done, she let her hands slide
down his chest slowly, regretful at having to give up her hold on him.

"Thanks, you too. You're very beautiful."

"I may be a monster, but at least I'm a beautiful monster." She smiled,
"I've always thought if I was a movie monster, I would want to be a
vampire for that reason."

"I'm glad you're not one." He said, "I have a feeling you would be very
dangerous as a vampire."

"Wait, vampires are a thing? Of course vampires are a thing. If weird pine
pitch monsters and unreasonably hot xmen or whatever you are exist, I guess
vampires do too."

"Unfortunately, they do." He cocked his head, "Did you just call me an xman?"

"I also called you hot." She grinned impishly at him and squeezed his bicep.
"Hey, you're not flinching when I touch you anymore. That's progress!"
Richard's face turned red with embarrassment. "Sorry, sorry. I'm being a
bad girl. You can punish me later if you want."

Richard cleared his throat. His heart was thumping and his dick had swollen
to form an obvious bulge along the inside of his right thigh. He cleared
his throat again, "I'm not an xman." He finally managed.

"Well, what are you then?"

Before he could answer, the server called out "Ms. Park? Your table is ready."

"Oh, great!" Lucy got up and followed him deeper into the restaurant. He led
to a cozy booth against the brick wall near the kitchen. To Lucy's surprise,
Richard smoothly pulled her chair out for her. "Thanks," she said, then began
to loosen the belt of her trench coat.

Lucy smirked when she saw the way Richard's eyes bugged out as her coat slid
down off of her shoulders. The tight black dress had been revealing when she
bought it 10 years ago, and her steadily expanding bust line meant that the
deep V of its neckline which slashed down nearly to her navel now yawned so
wide that the fabric only covered her aureole by in inch. It was a full frontal
assault of seduction, and it seemed to be having the desired effect on her
dinner partner. "You like?" She asked, giving him a slow spin that displayed
the way the short skirt of the dress clung to her huge ass, while the garment
still hugged her 24" waist tightly enough make it abundantly clear that it was
less than half the size of her wide hips. When she stopped she looked down
at his crotch and finally noticed the rail spike he was sporting. *Oh my god,
that's huge!* She thought. She felt herself flushing as a wave of desire washed
over her. She locked eyes with him for a pregnant moment.

"Umm, yes, wow, yes, very much," Richard said, his eyes skittering up and down
over Lucy's incredible curves, unsure were to look.

"Good," she purred and walked over to take her seat. Richard couldn't help but
take the opportunity to stare down the top of her dress.

"So, you were telling me about how you aren't an xman?" Lucy said once Richard
had taken his seat.

"I'm a failed wizard." He said.

"What? How can you be a failure? You can move things with you mind! That's so
cool!"

"When I was a boy, a witch found me and noticed that I had significant magical
talent. She took me from my home to train me, but my power was as wild as it
was powerful, and by the time I had grown into a man, she had despaired of
ever teaching me. She took me to a great alchemist in Florence, and he brewed
a potion which focused my power. It cauterized my magic, preventing me from
casting most free form spells, but allowing me to cast a select few in a
controlled way. There are some advantages, the spells I can cast are more
powerful, and they are instinctive. I don't need words or gestures or
rituals to cast them. One of my spells even allows me to be effectively
ageless. There aren't many like me. Some call us psychics, but lately that
word has been used to describe hedge witches and wizards. There are fewer
and fewer of my kind every century. The wizard who created us is long dead,
and no one else has been able to replicate his work." Richard explained.

"Where exactly did you grow up? And when?" Lucy asked.

"I was born somewhere between 1034 and 1037 in Coventry." He said.

"Wow, that's amazing! You must have so many stories from watching the world
transform. There's so much I want to ask. I don't know where to start!" Lucy
said excitedly.

"Ask away."

"What spells can you cast?" She asked.

"Well, you've already experienced my telekinesis. I can also see the next
two or three seconds of the future, though that one is a bit dodgy and it
takes a lot of effort. Finally, I can reshape my own flesh. It's
not instant, but it means I can heal most injuries pretty quickly.
I have a little bit of free magical ability left over as well. About as
much as a hedge." He explained.

"What's a hedge?"

"It's just a word for a particularly weak witch or wizard. They can make
minor charms, brew some potions, do a little alchemy if they have the
training, which most don't."

Lucy was about to ask another question, when a waitress walked up, "Hi,
I'm Emma, I'm going to be your server today. Are you guys ready to order?"

"Could we have a few more minutes?" Lucy asked.

"Sure," Emma replied, before slipping away.

"Oops, we should probably take a look at these." Lucy said, picking up her menu.

"Any recommendations?"

"All the curries are great, but I'm particularly partial to their crispy duck.
Can you handle spice?" She asked.

"I grew up in England in the dark ages. I'm afraid my pallet has remained a bit
bland, though I've gone through some phases of liking spicy things."

Lucy narrowed her eyes. She sighed dramatically, "I guess I'll just have to keep
looking for the perfect man." She grinned at him, "Kidding of course, it's just
something I'll have to fix. For now though, I definitely recommend the noodles."

Richard looked over the indicated section for a few moments before closing the
menu. "I'm ready when you are," he said.

"I'm ready too. While we wait for her to come back, can you tell me what you
learned about pitch people."

"Well, I didn't learn all that much more that could shed light on your
situation. You don't sleep by any chance do you?"

"No, I don't. Never have."

"Interesting. Sounds useful."

She grinned, "It was the best in college. I could party constantly and then
pull all nighters all the time to catch up. It's annoying to have to pretend
to sleep though."

"Well, that's the only thing I really wanted to check with you about. The
expert I talked to does want to meet you though. In public. He's promised
not to incinerate you," he told her.

"That's nice of him. You can tell him I promise not to rip his face off,
not that I know how I would go about doing that. That seems like something
I should learn. I don't know much about pitch people but, I want to at
least be capable of being on brand," she joked.

"I much prefer the human branded Lucy Park to a pitch person branded Lucy
Park." He said with a chuckle. There was a nervous edge to his laugh.

"I was just joking." She said, leaning over to take his hand and rub her
thumb along the skin between his thumb and forefinger. The motion smoshed
her boobs against the surface of the table, forcing them up towards her
chin in a surge of feminine flesh that Richard found extremely
distracting.

"Are you guys ready now?" Their server said, sliding into the lull
that had developed in their conversation.

Lucy pulled back, "Yes! I'd like the crispy duck, and Richard..."

"...would like the pad see ew," he finished for her.

"Great! It should be ready in 20 minutes or so." Their server said.

"So do you think this expert of yours will be able to figure out why
I am the way I am?" Lucy asked after the server had left.

"I don't know. You are a true mystery. He's studied magical creatures
for a long time though, so if anyone can figure it out it is him. He
seemed very interested in your earliest memories."

"My earliest memories are pretty ordinary. I'm not sure which one is first
really, but I think I mostly remember the shape of the rooms in the house
I grew up in. Does that mean anything?"

Richard looked pensive. "I don't know. We'll have to ask him."

"I guess so." She smiled, "Well, then. I guess that's all I'll learn about
pitch people for the night. I'll just have to console myself with the all
stories you're going to tell me. What was the blitz like? I've always wondered
what it must have been like to live through it." She clasped her hands together
in her lap and felt a buzz of feline satisfaction at the way Richard's eyes were
drawn by the way the motion pressed her boobs together.

Richard fought to drag his eyes up to meet Lucy's flawless face, "Ummmm, sorry
to disappoint, but I don't know. The last time I lived in England was
the 1300s. I've been in America since 1848."

Lucy's eyes gleamed, "That's an interesting date. Where you involved a
revolution gone bad by any chance?"

"I'm afraid so. I was living in Germany at the time, and it felt as if things
were finally changing all across Europe. I knew I shouldn't have gotten
involved, but I have a bit of an idealistic streak that I've never been
able to beat out of myself. After that I swore off politics for the next
century." He sighed, "Of course that only lasted a few years and then I
was helping Sherman burn Atlanta to the ground."

"I can't imagine what that must have been like."

"I guess by that point in my life it didn't make much of an impression
on me. After I failed as a wizard, I joined the armies marching south
to defend Christendom from the Muslims, or so I thought at the time.
I spent the next hundred years pillaging in the Levant before I grew
disgusted with the whole affair. I grew up in a far more brutal time
than the one we live in now. By the time I was wearing Union blues I
had seen the sack of hundreds of cities. Many I'd participated in."
Richard didn't quite know why he was opening up to Lucy this much.
He hardly knew her, but even though she was a terrifying magical
monster he felt comfortable around her.

Richard sighed, "There is a monster at this table, but I'm not sure
that it is you."

Lucy looked at him with soft eyes, "I don't know everything that you've
seen and done, but I can say that you seem like a good man. It sounds
like you've been trying to make the world a better place for at least
the last couple of centuries. You're trying to help me even though you
thought I was a terrifying murder ball when we first met." She leaned
forward and clasped bother her hands around his. "We don't have to talk
about the past if you don't want to."

"No," he gave a faint smile, "it's nice to talk about it with you. This
isn't something I talk about often."

"Well, then thank you for sharing it with me."

Richard smiled, "I have many more stories to tell, but I think I'll keep
some in reserve. Did you grow up in the Boston area?"

"In Manchester New Hampshire actually. I miss the mountains now that I
live in the city, but it's not too hard to get back up there on weekends.
My folks still live up there too."

"Oh, funny coincidence, I live in New Hampshire." He said.

"Oh cool!"

They were interrupted when their waitress swooped in with delicious looking
plates. They stopped talking for a few minutes while digging in to appreciate
the food. "This never gets old, even after 1000 years, good food makes life
worth living. Some people say they don't want to live forever because it would
get boring, but I'd live another million years if I can keep eating."

"I agree. I love food. Maybe a little too much. At the rate I'm gaining weight
if I where to live to a thousand, I would be heavier than my car." She giggle,
"at least so far it has gone to all the right places." She said placing her
hands on either side of her magnificent chest and giving it a squeeze that
mashed her cleavage together and shooting him a saucy wink. She smirked when
she saw the way the motion had riveted Richard's attention on her boobs. Given
the pheromones she had been flooding him with, she was actually kind of impressed
with his self control.

With a visible degree of effort, Richard dragged his eyes up to meet Lucy's
smoldering gaze. "Yeah, I'll say," he gave an awkward chuckle.

Lucy suddenly brought her hand to her plump pink lips as her mouth opened to
form an O of surprise. "Wait, I always thought that I just got lucky when it
came to genetics, but that's obviously not true. I mean do pitch people even
have genes?"

"Ummm, I don't think so."

"Then, could it be my choice somehow? Like obviously I didn't choose to gain
weight like this consciously, but maybe subconsciously?"

"Well, I don't really know, but it certainly seems possible. It's pretty common
for shapeshifters to enhance their appearance. I should probably confess that
I've done a bit of that myself, and I can definitely see why you would want
to look the way you do," Richard said.

"Oh yeah? Like what about me makes you say that?" Lucy fluttered her eyelashes
at him and took another bite.

Richard grinned, "Someone's fishing for compliments." Lucy just nodded as she
chewed and made a "go on" gesture in the air with her hands, "Ok, well, I have
to say that your hair is utterly gorgeous. It's just so shiny and full, and
there's never a hair out of place. I mean the only time I think I've seen
something like it is in shampoo commercials that have a ton of post-processing
tricks. When I first saw you I assumed you had some sort of really intense
regime for keeping it looking that good, but now I bet you don't. I bet you
just use any old shampoo and hardly pay any attention to it."

"Mmmm, yeah, that's true. Wow. I should have realized that it was weird that
I basically never brush it or do anything to it and it always looks this good.
I think my mom puts more effort into my hair than I do. She always cuts it,
does a pretty good job too."

"Hmmmm, I feel like there is something there, but I don't-"

"Hey, Richard, you can speculate on my odd nature on your own time, you were
in the middle of complimenting me,"

"Wow, so demanding," he laughed.

"Mmm, guilty. What about my eyes?" she asked, fluttering her lashes at him
again.

"Well, your eyes are like, umm, two pools of, umm. Look, they're really
pretty ok?"

"Hmm, somehow I expected a thousand year old warrior to be a little more
poetic."

Richard reddened, "I'm sorry, it's just that it's so hard to focus when
there is such a beautiful woman sitting in front of me."

Lucy smiled, "good recovery."

They continued to eat and flirt. Lucy tried several more times to get Richard
to open up about his past, but he remained cagey, giving her light anecdotes
but not really opening up about what had brought him to the places where the
anecdotes occurred in the first place. He kept bringing the conversation back
to Lucy, and asked her about details of her work. He probed her with some
surprisingly insightful medical questions, and they talked about her martial
arts hobby a bit. She managed to extract a promise from him to teach her
some of the traditional European martial arts practiced by armored knights
that had been pretty much lost during the transition to modernity. The
whole time an undercurrent of sexual tension built stronger and stronger
like sinew being wound, ready to spring. Eventually, they finished the
meal, satisfied by both the food and the conversation.

After she paid, they walked out the restaurant and Lucy led Richard
about half a block away, pulling him by the hand. She suddenly stopped and
whirled to face him, stepping closer to press her body against his and
standing up on her tip toes to press her lips to his. "My apartment is
just a few blocks away. Walk me home?"

Richard followed her in a daze of lust. He had totally forgotten that
this date was supposed to be safe due to its public nature. If he had
been thinking more clearly, he would have said good night, but instead
he trailed after the voluptuous temptress, watching as her massive
ass swayed back and forth hypnotically with every step. She hadn't put
her coat back on after they left the restaurant, so every inch of her
mouthwatering curves was on display.

When they got to her apartment building, Lucy lead him up a couple of
flights of stairs before fiddling with her keys and opening the door.
"This is me." She said gesturing around. "Do you want the long tour
or the short tour?"

"What's the dif-"

"Never mind, I'm giving you the short tour." She cut him off, grabbing
his hand and towing him to her bed room. "So, this is the bedroom. There
are some other rooms, which you can see in the morning." She put her hands
on his chest and shoved him backwards hard. Surprised, he half stumbled half
flew back before slamming down on the bed. Lucy leapt across the room, breaking
her habit of concealing her inhuman strength in her haste. She landed atop him
with surprising grace, settling her hips on top of his and looking down at
Richard with a very satisfied look on her face.

Richard could feel the intense heat of her crotch as she ground against him
through his pants, sliding herself against the erection lying against his
abdomen. "My god, is that all for me?" She asked, voice husky as she pawed
at her breasts, mashing them together. She leaned down and kissed him
fiercely. As her lips pressed into his, her hands reached down and
desperately fumbled at his belt until it sprang open and she could
move on to attacking his button and zipper. Once she succeeded, she
sat back up and jerked his pants down roughly. Her face flushed with
desire, she breathed, "I need you inside me."

Richard placed his hands on either side of her waist and marveled
at how tiny it was, especially compared with her hips which were
wider than his own. He struggled to kick off his shoes, and slid
one hand up to grab her heavy breast. At his touch, she let out a
feminine moan of delight. He slid his thumb over her nipple and
felt a silicone pad that was preventing it from denting her dress.
Once his boots fell to the floor, he sat up and leaned in close to
kiss her, wrapping his arm around her waist so that he could pull
her to the side and roll on top of her. His pants were tangled around
his legs, so he kicked out of them and then stood up so he could slip
his hands under the hem of her dress and slide her panties down her
her long, smooth legs.

The smell of her pussy filled his nostrils, and Richard wanted her
as much as he had every wanted anything. He grunted and pulled her
towards him, manhandling her like a ragdoll. Lucy may have been 220
pounds, but Richard had used his ability to reshape flesh to make
himself significantly stronger than an ordinary man of his size.
Lucy bit her lip and gasped up at him, then brought her hand up
to paw at her boobs. She liked the way she looked as she gained
weight, but it had made finding guys who could toss her around
harder to find. "I need you inside me Richard," she whined, making
pleading eyes up at him.

Richard didn't need any more encouragement than that. He lined up
is 10" cock and pressed it into Lucy's tight pussy. At first he
thought he might have a hard time entering, but though it felt
small at first, her wet snatch stretched as he pressed into her.
She gasped and moaned as the bulbous head of his cock entered her,
"Stop, stop, stay still! I'm cumming!" She gasped, her pussy convulsing
around the tip of his shaft. "Oh god, you're so huge!" She gasped.
Little aftershocks rippled through her body for a few moments before
dying away slightly, "Ok, more."

Richard thrust into her, his dick sliding in about six inches before
Lucy's renewed trembling and moaning made him pause, "You're so fucking
big," she gasped, then, "don't stop!" Richard was more than happy to
oblige, and he thrust into her with his full strength. It might have
hurt an ordinary woman, but Lucy's pine pitch flesh could easily handle
his power. Her orgasm seemed to soar to new heights, but she kept gasping
for Richard to keep going, so he began pumping hard into her as she
clutched the sheets and moaned through an unending series of orgasms.
Her dress was bunched up around her waist, but it still clung to her
breasts, somehow still covering them as they violently jiggled and
quaked atop her chest.

After a few minutes, the display became too much for Richard, and he
too came, splattering his seed all over the inside of her womb. His
large balls produced significant quantities of the stuff, and some of
it squeezed out around the edges of his iron hard cock. He stood there
bucking into her for a few moments, and she took advantage of the lull
in the action to wrap her legs around his back and sit up to reach up
and start unbuttoning his shirt. With each button she popped open, she
planted a kiss on one of his collar bones, switching back and forth between
sides until his shirt fell away. She shook her hair back and wrapped her
arms around his neck. His dick remained stiff as a rod as the full swell
of her bosom flatted against his naked chest.

She planted a kiss on his lips and began rhythmically squeezing his dick with
her pussy, sending powerful milking motions rippling from the base of his shaft
to the tip. She straitened her legs and jerked them to the side, using the
momentum to spin him onto the bed and straddle him. She leaned down and slowly
dragged her boobs up his chest until she could completely bury his head in
her cleavage. Each of her breasts was larger than his head and the scent of
pine and magic flooded his nostrils as her flesh enveloped his face. It was
still a scent that sent a thrill of fear through him, but somehow that only
made the curvaceous Asian beauty on top of him even more alluring.

Lucy planted her hands on the bed above Richard's head and began pumping her
hips up and down, slamming them down to repeatedly impale herself on Richard
huge dick. With each thrust, she came, her body trembling shuddering as she
gasped in delight. "Oh god," she gasped as she sat up after one particularly
intense orgasm. She slid her hands under her dress and pulled it up over
her head, letting her huge boobs bounce free. Her nipples were still concealed
by the little flesh colored pads, so she unstuck those and leaned over to
place them on her bedside table, in the process sliding Richard's monster
cock out of her pussy and sliding back down it as she returned to her original
position.

Richard grabbed her convulsively and bucked his hips powerfully up into her,
shooting another load into her, "Oh my god, they're perfect." He mumbled,
staring up at Lucy's heavy teardrop shaped tits. Lucy grinned, she had waited
until now to take her dress off because the sight of her naked breasts tended
to destroy the sexual stamina of any men she took to bed. She didn't mind if
they came before touching her because no man had been able to go soft while
inside her since she was 30, but men tended to have fragile egos about stuff
like that.

"Suck." She commanded, leaning down and slipping one of her swelling nipples
into his mouth. He obeyed and Lucy started slamming her hips down around his
still-hard cock a moment later. She came again and again as he pawed and
licked at her boobs while she enthusiastically rode him. Eventually though,
she rolled over, pulling him on top of her and then throwing one long leg
in front of his face so that she could turn around and let him thrust into
her dogie style.

Richard grabbed her hips and shuffled backwards, pulling her off the bed so
that her feet were standing on the floor and Richard could thrust into her
even more forcefully. He grunted as he slammed his dick into the moaning
black haired beauty, sending tremors through the firm flesh of her bulbous
ass with each powerful thrust. After a few more minutes of this, he couldn't
take it anymore and came into her once again, this time coming up dry.

As the final spasms of his dick died away, Lucy's body relaxed and she
spun around on his dick to face him once again. She locked her ankles
behind his back and grinned up at him. "Wow," she sighed, basking in
the afterglow, "can you carry me to the shower?" she pointed towards
the master bathroom.

"Of course." He wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her up, once
more glad of his enhanced muscles.

"Wait, put me down. I still have my heels on," she said with a grin.
After he dropped her back onto the bed she pulled her legs in and
pointed her feet at Richard so that he could pull the shoes off of
her. Her feet, Richard noted, were every bit as perfect as the rest
of her. Once he was done, he scooped her up by the waist once again.

"I love having a man who can toss me around like I still have a girlish
figure." She giggled, kissing him on the cheek.

Richard stepped into the shower and turned the water on. He was expecting
Lucy to stand up and clean off, but instead she leaned forward and nibbled
on his ear before saying, "fuck me against the wall." He grunted grabbed her
under her ass, tossing her up half a food and then slamming her back against
the wall. Her pussy spasmed around his shaft continually as he rutted against
her. The hot water streamed down over their skin, pooling in the deep valley
formed between Lucy's breasts and Richard's chest.

Richard shuddered and came for the fourth time, his dick spasming without
producing any more cum. Lucy squeezed him tightly with her legs and reached
out to squeeze a bead of shampoo into her hand. She smeared it in his hair,
and started working it in, "I hope you don't mind smelling like honeysuckle,"
she said as she massaged his scalp.

Richard placed his hands on the wall on either side of her and took a few
big gulping breaths of air. "How are you doing this to me?" he asked.

"Doing what?" she giggled and fluttered her eyelashes at him, making a
face of mock innocence as she began rapidly milking his dick with her
inner muscles.

"Oh, god," he grunted, drawing another girlish giggle from the pitch woman
wrapped around his cock.

"Can, you help me with something?" Lucy asked, grabbing one of this hands and
squeezing bead of body wash into it. "I have a problem. I need to clean off
my boobs, but they are just *sooo big*. Look how small my hands look when I
try to hold them." She demonstrated by placing her hands on either side of
her breasts and mashing them together, letting the breast flesh spill through
her spread fingers. The motion sent a flood of water spilling over the top of
her breasts and sliding down their wet bodies. Lucy leaned back against the
wall and pushed Richard back a step with her hips so that there was enough
space for him to grab her boobs. "Really give them a good hard scrubbing,
ok? I'm worried they won't get clean enough if you don't get a little rough
with them."

Richard did as she asked, sliding his hands up and down, lubricated by the
soap and steam. It wasn't long before his pawing had Lucy cumming again,
her eyes rolling around wildly and little whines of pleasure escaping
her lips. The whole time she kept telling him to be rougher until he
was grabbing at her with enough force that it would probably have caused
internal bleeding in an ordinary woman. Lucy's magical flesh seemed to
only feel pleasure from this rough treatment. At no point had Lucy stopped
milking Richard's dick and before long another dry orgasm rippled through
him. At this, Lucy started using her powerful legs to slam Richard's hips
back and forth into her own, expertly using him to fuck herself silly.

There was a brief lull after their climaxes died down. Richard thought Lucy
might have been done with him, but she still seemed to want more. She flipped
back her hair and leaned her head back into the stream of water, letting it
wash over her face before leaning back up and saying, "Ok, now can you do
my back?" She unlocked her ankles and placed one foot on the ground, keeping
her hips cocked at an angle so that his dick remained firmly lodged within
her. Displaying balance that a gymnast might be envious of, she threw her other
leg between them and then spun around, thrusting her ass back against Richard
and placing her hands on the wall.

Richard could clearly see her boobs from behind, so he reached forward
slid his arms under her so that he could heft them up. They dangled down
like huge udders and he could feel Lucy's legs tremble as he kneaded
them together. "I guess you're not one to leave a job unfinished,"
she giggled, "or maybe it's just that you're addicted to my big,
juicy, tits. Is that it? Are you addicted?"

Richard thrust into her, "Oh god, yes, fuck, yes, to all of you. Jesus."
He grunted and slid his hands back to grab her by the hips so he could
slam into her with his full strength. "How are you doing this to me?"
He asked again as she came with each of his thrusts. He was forced to
stop when his balls spasmed yet again. His whole body was trembling.
He felt wrung out. "Please Lucy, mercy. I can't take any more of this."

She stood up and leaned back to kiss him, "Awww, poor baby, did I wear
you out?" She smirked and slid off of him, letting out a gasp and then
pouting up at him as his dick left her.

"Do-do you always cum that much?" He asked.

"Mmmmm, no. I've never cum like that before. I am really sensitive so I
usually cum five or ten times, but never that much," she replied.
"Now, I think you forgot to scrub my back," she said lifting up a loofah
and squeezing some body wash into it.

They washed each other off and then toweled off. Lucy put on a tiny red
thong, but remained topless. "You want to stay the night?" She asked.

"I might as well. If you were going to kill me I suppose you would have
done it by now."

She giggled, "Yeah it was pretty dumb of you to walk right into the monster's
lair. I guess you had one or two other things on your mind though, huh?" She
bounced her boobs suggestively at him.

"You could definitely say that. I don't think I ever had a chance." He said
ruefully.

At that, she gave him a Cheshire cat grin and pulled him back to bed. "I
thought you didn't sleep," he said.

"I don't, but I still like to snuggle," she slid under the covers and
wriggled over to give him room to lie down. She pressed her body up against
his, throwing one leg over his hips and laying her head on his chest. "Mmmm,
you feel nice," she sighed in contentment and closed her eyes.

Richard looked down at her perfect face, his gaze lingering on her long
eyelashes and full pink lips. She wasn't wearing any makeup at all, he realized.
In that moment, he started to wonder if Lucy was able to look as good as she
did because of her shape shifting abilities. He had certainly used his own
abilities to make himself look good. He leaned down and kissed her on the
top of her head before reaching up to turn off the light. She made a soft
noise of contentment and snuggled closer, sliding her hand up to trace
the swell of his pectoral muscle and bicep. "Just so you know, I'm keeping you,"
she said hugging him tighter. Richard, found that he didn't mind the idea of
that at all.

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When he woke up, Lucy was gone. There was a note on the bedside table informing
him that she had to go to work and inviting him to help himself to anything in
her fridge and asking him to lock up with a key that had been folded in
the note when he left. In place of a signature, there was a bright red set of
lip prints. She must had applied lipstick just to make it since she didn't
seem to wear any normally. The scent of pine and earthy magic still hung in
the air, and Richard found that it along with the outline of Lucy's lips
sent blood surging down to his cock. Before he got dressed, he walked to
the bathroom and jerked off to his memories of the night before. Even
then his dick seemed reluctant to soften as he got dressed.

After he made it to route 2 and didn't have to worry as much about the
aggressive Boston drivers, he pulled out his phone and called Vishal Banerjee.
"Hello, Richard my friend," a Tamil accented voice said as soon as he connected.
"Do you have the pitch person?"

"She's agreed to meet with you to try to help figure her out."

"It is with you now, yes?" Vishal asked.

"No, she's not with me." Richard found himself annoyed at the way Vishal called
Lucy an 'it', even though he would have done the same before meeting her.

"Then it is nearby," he declared, "do not joke with me Richard. I can smell
it near you."

Richard sighed. Of course Vishal was throwing his senses down the phone line.
He wouldn't be able to look around, just see Richard's face, but he would be
able to smell him just fine. "She's not with me, I probably just smell like
that since I, well," he cleared his throat and reddened a bit, "I spent the
night with her."

"Oh, that was a very very stupid thing to do. We do not understand this pitch
person, so it could still be very dangerous!"

"I know it was dumb, but I think she's pretty safe. Lucy is not at all like an
ordinary pitch person. She thought she was human until I told her what she is.
As far as I can tell, she can't use any of her abilities except her strength and
speed, at least not consciously. Also, she's not an 'it', Vishal. She's a
person."

There was a pause on the line. Richard could imagine Vishal weighing his words.
In the world of monsters and mages that they lived in, declaring that something
was a "person" meant that it had a roughly human mind, both in terms of
intelligence and intelligibility to other people. Some of the ancient horrors
from the time before existence were clearly very intelligent, but their thoughts
and goals were so alien that they were not widely considered people, though
some of more progressive young mages had started to contest the point.
"I apologize my friend, I had not realized. I must confess, I now want to meet
this Lucy all the more. A pitch person who is truly a person. What a wonderful
thought."

"She is pretty remarkable." Richard thought, his mind drifting back to the
moment when she slid off her trench coat. "I'll bring her up to the zoo this
weekend. Sound good?"


A few hours after he got home, his phone buzzed. It was a text from
Lucy, "Do you like hiking?"

"Yeah,"

She replied with multiple texts, "Great :)", "Let's go on a hike tonight",
"What's your address?", "I'll pick you up around 8,"

"Isn't that a bit late to start a hike?" he asked.

"It'll be fine. I do this all the time, so don't worry about getting lost.
You should take a nap though, we'll probably go kinda late."

"Sounds like fun! I'll do that." Richard was feeling a bit anxious about
the idea. It was sounding like something his old Knight Commander would
have put him through when he was a squire. Still, the prospect of seeing
Lucy again, already had his dick ramrod stiff. He jerked off to relieve
the pressure, but his dick remained a stubborn semi-chub despite his climax.

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Richard's blood started pumping and his pants grew tight as soon as he heard
the sound of tires crunching on gravel. *Jesus, one night with this woman and
I'm like one of Pavlov's dogs.* He thought. His arousal spiked even more when
he actually saw her. She wore a pair of tiny spandex shorts and a skin tight
stretchy green synthetic shirt that stopped a few inches above her navel. The
fabric was opaque in most places, but over her stupendous breasts, it had been
stretched thin enough that he could make out the outline of her black sports
bra.

She closed her car door and sauntered over to him, hips swaying. She didn't
pause as she got close, continuing until her body was pressed to his and she
could stand up on tiptoe to give him a long, slow kiss. One of her hands crept
down and found the bulge in her crotch. "Someone's excited to see me," she said
with a smirk.

"You're a pretty exciting person," he said with a grin.

"I'm glad you think so," she massaged his dick through his pants, "I better take
care of this before we head out though. It's just so *big*, I'm worried it will
chafe. You don't mind do you?"

Richard cleared his throat, "N-no." Jesus, this woman was all over him
immediately. Before he could do anything else, she had unbuckled his belt and
slid his pants halfway down his thighs before sinking to her knees right there
on the driveway. Richard's cabin was a mile from the road, so there was little
chance of them being seen, but he was still shocked by her boldness.

Lucy smiled up at Richard and then took the head of his cock in her mouth,
letting out a humming moan of pleasure as the head passed through her lips.
She slowly slid her lips down his shaft, taking more and more of Richard's
girthy 10" wang. He thought she might not be able to take anymore when she
got the first half in her mouth, but she just tilted her head to line up her
throat and kept sliding him deeper. Her tongue and indeed the entirety of her
mouth and throat rippled around his dick, milking it much as her pussy had the
night before. She looked up at him with her dark almond shaped eyes, and
began to pump her mouth up and down along his dick. Evidently it was just as
pleasurable for her as it was from him because she was moaning around the
man meat filling her mouth to overflowing. She slipped one hand into her
shorts and started fingering herself while the other played with her
nipples through her shirt.

Richard felt like he was going to burst at any moment. He had to rely on
the meditation techniques he had learned as part of his art to avoid
exploding embarrassingly early. He was pushed over the edge when Lucy
herself seemed to cum, her moans reaching a desperate crescendo and
her hips bucking in the air. His orgasm just seemed to drive her to
new heights of pleasure. As he came she slid her lips all the way to
the base of his shaft and gulped repeatedly, to consume his large load.
When he finished she slowly slid his shaft out of her mouth, looking up
at him and visibly swallowing the last of his seed.

"That was amazing. How did you breath?" He asked, realizing that she hadn't
come up for air at all.

"Oh, I realized that I don't actually have to breath when I was 12. It's
totally optional for me. Same with my gag reflex. Don't worry I didn't
figure that out when I was 12."

"Wow, it's like you are designed for sex."

"Mmmm, yeah, pretty great huh?" she giggled. "I know it's disappointing that
I'm not the murder monster you thought I was at first, but maybe I can make
it up to you by being a sex monster?"

Richard chuckled, "That's a tradeoff that I'm more than willing to make."

Lucy smirked, "Good, because you haven't seen anything yet."

Richard gulped, "I was actually hoping to live another few years. I don't know
how much more my heart can take."

"Oh don't be a baby, you'll be fine." She reached around and squeezed one of his
firm ass cheeks with a decidedly possessive air. "Now, we are supposed to be
going on a hike. You have some sort of weird spidy sense, right?"

Richard coughed, "Well, that's not exact-"

"Good!" she cut him off with a smile, "no headlamps then. Nothing ruins a good
night hike like too much light."

"I think it's probably a good idea to bring one anyway." He said.

She sighed, "You're such a boyscout. Fine, be prepared. So, I was thinking
of doing the pemi loop, you down?"

"How long are you planning to be out there? That's like 30 miles!" He protested.

"I dunno, most of the night. We don't have to go if you don't think you can
keep up." She gave him a cheeky grin.

Richard glared at her. "Let's go." He said, walking back to his porch to
scoop up a day pack and coming over to get into the passenger side of Lucy's
station wagon.

"It's so nice to finally meet someone who can keep up with me. I've been
pretending to be human for so long, and I didn't think I minded, but
it feels really freeing to be able to just let it all hang out a bit."
Lucy smiled over at him as she turned around to drive out of his long
driveway. "I've never done this type of hike with anyone else before."

Richard was starting to feel a little nervous about the pace she was
likely to set, "I'm still human, you know. A bit enhanced, but still
human."

She looked over at him from the corner of her eyes,
"I'll keep that in mind."

The drive to the trail head was about an hour, and Lucy filled
the time by interrogating Richard about when he had moved to the
area. She had been hoping for some old stories, but he had apparently
moved in only 30 years ago. Before that he had lived in New York and
Philadelphia. She noticed Richard being a little cagey about what
he did for work in those places. She got the sense that he lived
off of some investments that had grown pretty large over the years,
but it sounded like he also traveled for work a fair bit more than
she would expect from a member of the idle rich. She was a little
annoyed by it, but everyone has their secrets and she suspected that
anyone who lived for a millennium would have more than their fair share.

When they got to the parking lot, they got out and Richard shouldered
his pack. "You're really not going to bring anything?"

"I've done this trail before and my phone has a GPS if we do get lost."

"No, I mean, shouldn't you bring some water or something?"

"When I was stalking, I mean looking for you in a totally non-creepy way,
I noticed that I don't actually need food and water. At first I was hungry,
but I didn't loose any weight. At a certain point I sort of, I dunno, decided
not to be hungry or thirsty anymore. It's kinda weird, but it must be a pitch
person thing." Lucy shrugged, a motion that Richard couldn't help notice gave
her chest a little bounce.

"So then why did you eat when we went to dinner?"

Lucy rolled her eyes, "Well, we were on a dinner date. It would have been pretty
weird not to eat. Do you think I should stop eating?" Her eyes suddenly took on
a predatory gleam.

"Noooooo?" Richard seemed uncertain about what the right answer.

Lucy chuckled, "Heh, I'll bet you don't. You know whatever I eat ends up here,"
she giggled and slapped her huge bubble butt before strutting up to him and
placing his hands on her boobs, "and here." She leaned up to plant a slow
kiss on his surprised lips while grabbing his dick through his pants. "Looks
like I've given you something to think about on the hike," she giggled, then
spun and headed towards the trail head. Richard quickly adjusted himself to
better hide his bulge and then followed after her. The pair of hikers putting
their gear back into their trunk at the opposite end of the parking lot hadn't
noticed Lucy's behavior, had they? Richard shook his head. He hoped they hadn't.

Evidently, Lucy didn't want to wait around because she set a blistering pace,
blasting right past the ranger station and heading for the trail. As
she walked, she reached up and deftly braided the thick silky black hair that
hung to the small of her back into a single braid nearly as thick as her bicep.
She did it casually and was finished in under thirty seconds despite walking
at a pace that was nearly a run, her fingers flying down her sleek hair so fast
that Richard thought she was just straitening it out at first. She dropped a
hand down the front of her shirt and drew it back holding a hair band which
she used to quickly tie off the braid.

Unfortunately for Richard, the erection that Lucy had given him in the parking
lot had little hope of softening when he was walking behind her. Her huge,
perfectly formed ass swayed rhythmically back and forth beneath her tiny waist
and Richard felt as if his eyes were bolted onto her perfect curves. He could
even see the way her heavy breasts bounced with every big step she took, their
mass showing itself clearly in the gaps between her arms and torso and even
peaking out past her arms a little bit. The tight braid she had woven swayed
back and forth with each step, dancing with the depression of her spine.
Richard, adjusted himself again and then put on a burst of speed to try to
catch up.

The trail turned up, becoming a jumble of rocks and attacking the mountain
at an aggressive angle. Switchbacks had not been in fashion when the trails
of the Whites were laid down, and normally Richard loved them for it, but
Lucy hadn't slowed at all as the trail changed. In fact, he thought she
might be taking even larger steps! Despite his best efforts, she was starting
to pull away from him, and he had to break into a little run to catch up.

After two miles or so, she stopped and turned to him with a broad smile,
"Need a break?" she cocked her head and fluttered her eyelashes at him.
She was breathing heavily, though Richard suspected from the way her
diaphragm wasn't engaged at all that she was just pretending to
be winded so that she could see if he would be distracted by her heaving
chest. "Richard?"

"Sorry," he brought his eyes up to meet hers and saw that she was smirking,
"Yes, unlike you, I do need to drink."

"You want me to carry that pack for you?" She asked.

Richard glowered back at her, "I'm fine."

"Awww, is your masculinity threatened?" She giggled, "After last night it
shouldn't be. I think you demonstrated it to very good effect, but if you're
worried, I'll let you demonstrate it again when we get back."

Richard's dick throbbed at the suggestion, "Jesus, is sex all you think about?"

"Looks like I'm not the only one," she giggled as she grabbed his shaft through
his pants.

"Oh, god," he muttered.

"I bet hiking with that boner is pretty hard, huh?" she stepped closer to press
her boobs into his chest.

"How do you know I was hiking with it?" he slid his hands down to cup her ass
and lift her halfway off her feet so he could kiss her.

"Mmmmmm, I know what I look like," she said arrogantly before giving him a
cheeky grin and another kiss. "Hey, I have an idea. Since little Richard is
giving such a _hard_ time, why don't we sneak off trail a bit and I'll see
what I can do to help you out." At the word 'hard', she gave his dick a
meaningful squeeze.

"What, like right here? What if someone comes?"

"No one is going to come this late, and besides, we'll go deep in the woods."
She rose up on her tip-toes and nibbled his ear, "come on."

Richard allowed himself to be lead off the trail. He had long ago learned to
modify his own eyes to see better in the dark, so the moon and starlight
filtering down through the gaps in the canopy was enough for him to see
by, though Lucy had mostly been reduced to a silhouette. It was still plenty
of light for him to be hypnotized by the swaying of her muscular ass as she
wove through the trees. After leading him over a small hillock that would
shield them from view, Lucy turned back to him and gave him a hungry grin.
She stalked up to him and pressed herself to his body, giving him long, slow
kiss before turning around so that her back was to him. She slid her hands over
his and brought them up to cup her breasts from behind, making a soft coo of
pleasure at his touch. She wiggled her hips to position his bulging dick in
the crack between her ass cheeks and then began to squeeze the powerful muscles
together. Richard sunk his fingers into the pliant flesh of her chest and was
rewarded by a soft moan.

Lucy turned back to give him a glance out of the corners of her almond shaped
eyes before slipping her thumbs under the waistband of her short shorts and
sliding them down over her bulbous butt. Richard used his telekinesis to
unbuckle his pants and drop them down around his ankles. He wasted no time
in lining up his straining cock and slamming it home. The Korean temptress
in front of him was already sopping wet, so his dick sank in to the hilt
immediately. His sudden entry sent an orgasm crashing through Lucy, her
legs trembling as she tried, with limited success, to bite back a gasping
moan.

Lucy reached out to grab a tree for support as Richard began hammering away
at her, making her climax again and again with each thrust. Just as she thought
it couldn't get any more intense, she felt Richard's dick start to swell inside
of her. "Oh, baby, you're so fucking big. Are you getting bigger?"

"S-sorry," Richard realized that he had been thinking about his dick and the
way Lucy seemed to love the feeling of it. He must have been accidentally
reshaping his flesh.

"Why," Lucy paused to try to stifle another moan, "why sorry? Make it
mmmmmmfffff, make it bigger." She grabbed the tree so hard her fingers
started to sink in and gave a series of short desperate gasps as another
orgasm ripped through her, "bigger, baby," she gasped when she could
speak again, "split me in half!" Richard gave an atavistic grunt and
did as she commanded, making his cock grow within her as he rutted into
her with all his force.

After just four minutes or so, Richard came, blasting Lucy's womb with
his hot seed. She shuddered and came once again at his eruption. Eventually,
they both stopped convulsing against one another and Lucy slowly slid herself
off of Richard's shaft. She wanted to turn around and demand round two, but
she knew she shouldn't tire him out too much. "Oh, shoot." She said, seeing
the cum dribbling down the inside of her thighs. She was about to pick up
a leaf to clean herself off, when the spunk was pulled away from her by
an invisible force. Move soon came out of her pussy to follow it, leaving
her feeling almost as clean as if she had just taken a shower. "Wow, that's
pretty useful."

"Holy, shit, my dick is huge." Richard said, looking down in shock now that
he could see it fully. Fully 14 inches long and as thick around as a 2x4 is
wide, he had no idea how his lover had been able to take it. If she was an
ordinary human, she would have been torn apart. Instead, her pussy lips
looked as tight as after. "I should shrink this down," he muttered, but Lucy
stopped him, grabbing his shaft near the base with a hand that didn't
even go halfway around its incredible girth.

"Don't. I like the idea of you having a penis only I can handle."

"Lucy, I don't think this is going to fit in my pants," he pointed out.

"You can make it smaller when flaccid."

Richard chuckled, "around you, that would mean an approximately 200% change
of ripping my pants."

At that, she pouted up at him and sighed, "Fine. But promise to make it
that big whenever you're naked?"

"I promise."

"Mmmmm. Good. Ok then, agreed." She offered him her hand in a handshake.
He took it and gave it a single solid pump. Lucy pulled up her panties
and shorts and Richard buckled up, then they went back to the trail.


A couple of hours later, they had already put 13 miles behind them. They
stopped infrequently so that Richard to drink and munch on some snacks,
but otherwise spoke little. The forest and mountains at night were beautiful
and a little alien, and it was pleasant to just take them in as they moved
rapidly through.

Suddenly, Lucy stopped, "Richard, I think we are being followed."

"By what? How can you tell?"

"I dunno, mostly just a feeling, but I keep catching this weird scent. Like
fresh blood and something else. I think I've been hearing stuff too. Little
noises like someone is trying to be quiet."

Richard's pack flew open and ten or so vials of different substances floated
into the air around him. His voice turned deadly serious, "Point me in the
direction you think they are."

Lucy wagged her head from side to side and closed her eyes, listening intently
and breathing in slowly to sample the air. "That way," she pointed.

Richard closed his eyes for a few long moments. Suddenly, all but two of the
vials returned to his bag. The ones that remained had a silvery sheen, and
as Lucy watched a third vial of slivery liquid joined them. "Vampires. Fuck."
He muttered. Three blades that looked like throwing knifes floated out of
his bag and landed in his hand. On closer inspection, Lucy noticed that they
didn't have handles. They were sharp on both ends.

"Vampires exist?"

"Unfortunately, yes, and these ones want to kill me."

"Why?"

"If I'm right about who they are, probably because I assassinated their
sire a month ago. I can fill you in if we make it out of this. For now,
I need you keep going the way we had planned. Finish the hike, and meet
me back at the car."

Lucy looked mulish, "I'm not going to abandon you to a pack of angry
vampires."

"Nest actually," he said absently, "Look, Lucy, we don't have time for this.
I'm 1000 years old, and I've been in situations like this for all of those
years. The only reason I'm really worried is because something might happen
to you. You're not trained to fight this sort of fight, so if you come, you'll
just be getting in my way. I promise you that it is safer for me if you just
do as I ask."

Lucy looked mulish, but she finally nodded in acquiescence, "I guess that makes
sense."

Richard watched her turn to leave, then rose into the air and whizzed back down
the trail the way they had come so fast that he left dust in his wake.

Lucy turned around to watch Richard disappear before turning to continue walking
away from him. After a few seconds, she broke into a dead sprint, feet flying
over the rocks as she moved far faster than any ordinary human could. She would
do as Richard said, but if he wasn't there when she got to the parking lot, she
was coming after him, and she didn't care if that meant she had to learn how to
do a little vampire slaying.

Lucy didn't get far before she starting noticing the scent that she had come to
realize indicated Vampires getting stronger. She paused and tried to listen.
The blood pounding in her ears made it hard to pick anything out. She realized
her pounding heart and deep breaths were just a leftover charade from pretending
to be human. Her heart stopped, and her breath followed soon after. Amid her
newfound internal stillness, she heard a new group of vampires moving rapidly
into a circle surrounding her. They had either abandoned stealth or they thought
she was human and wouldn't be able to hear them.

Panic set in for a moment. She had no idea what to do in a situation like this.
She tried to calm down. She had been doing martial arts for years, so she
was pretty good in a fight. She didn't actually have blood for them to suck,
just pretend pine-pitch blood. At the thought, all of the veins in her body
disappeared. And Richard was terrified of her when they had first met. Pitch
people were scary in a way that a gang of vampires apparently wasn't.

Lucy was almost starting to feel confident, when the vampires surged forward
faster than she thought anything could move and surrounded her in a tight
ring. "You're Richard's bitch," one of them said, her skin impossibly pale
even in murkiness of the forest. "I can smell him on you."

Lucy shivered looking into the ring of red eyes that surrounded her, "Leave
me alone. I don't want to hurt you. Don't you know what I am?"

"A hedge witch pretending to be a pitch person," one of the vampires behind
her said, letting out an eerie laugh. Lucy whirled to face him, the fear
building in her. What did she know of this world. "I'm going to make you
my thrall." The vampire who had spoken purred. He gave her a lusty grin and
ran his eyes up and down her body greedily, "Yes, you will make an excellent
plaything."

Two vampires on either side of her darted forward to seize her arms. Their
nails dug into her flesh like claws. "Get the fuck off of me!" Lucy jerked
her shoulders back and forth, surprising her attackers with her strength.
She grabbed one by the back of its neck and pulled it down so she could
drive her knee into its solar plexus. The blow crunched through a few of
its ribs and knocked it back a few feet. She turned and threw a hard left
cross at her other assailant, but she moved back too fast and Lucy missed.

Before she knew what was happening, a clawed hand reached out and severed
her throat. Lucy stumbled back, clutching at her throat in shock. She
just stood there for a moment before she realized that there was no hot
blood spurting out of the wound. Blood was a habit she had just broken.
She gave a feral grin. A throat was just a habit. She let her hands drop
to her sides. The flesh of her throat had been rapidly knitting itself
back together, but it stopped when she dropped her hands. Why repair
something that wasn't needed? It was just a piece of her costume.

More claws flashed out, rending her flesh from all sides faster than Lucy
could track. She tried striking out at her attackers, but they were far too
fast for her and she kept coming up empty. One of them slashed her Achilles
tendons, and she fell to the ground. It jumped on top of her, straddling
her body and rapidly slashing up her face. She ignored it. Pain was just a
habit. Instead, she lifted her legs and hooked them under its armpits. Instead
of throwing it off of her, she just squeezed, and was rewarded by the feeling
of bones shattering between her legs. Soon, only its spine remained. She
squeezed harder, but her soft thighs could not make any headway. She wanted
to rend his flesh, to tear him to shreds. By some long buried instinct a
jagged row of teeth formed on the inside of her thighs, each one as big as
her palm and razor sharp. Like the jaws of some ancient beast, her legs
closed, severing the vampire in two and slashing into her own flesh. Lucy
hardly noticed the way the teeth slashed into her thighs. Pain was a habit
she was fast loosing.

She threw the body of the vampire off of herself. She didn't know if it was
actually dead, but it at least seemed incapable of causing more trouble for
the next few minutes. Its brethren hissed and snarled at her in rage, slashing
at her with lightning fast claws, tearing off chunks of her flesh. Lucy tried
to keep up, but it was useless. Then, by the same instinct that had produced
the teeth, she did something to her muscles. Her next punch landed like a
hammer blow on one of the vampires, shattering bones. The lightning fast
attacks of the bloodsuckers were easier to anticipate now, and Lucy started
dodging a couple. She still wasn't fast enough, so she did the same thing to
her muscles, then she did it again. She shifted to the side then slammed one
of her assailants back into a tree with a flawless front kick. Before the
vampires could react, she had spun and slammed a spinning back kick into
another, hitting so hard that it was nearly torn in half.

Her hands became long claws and she tore into the remaining vampires like
a demon. Before they had realized how the tables had turned, she had ripped
all but two to shreds. They both turned to run, but Lucy wasn't in the mood
for it. She raised her hands and her arms exploded into bundles of thin pine
pitch cords, each half a centimeter wide. They shot out as if they were launched
from a gun, wrapping around the fleeing vampires and sinking bony spurs that
formed at the end of the whips into their flesh. Lucy yanked them back to
her and held them suspended in the air above her. Her pitch whips tightened
so they were cutting into the vampires flesh. "Are there any more besides
the group that was following us?" she demanded.

"No!" one of them yelled. "Please, mercy."

"Oh, why did I even ask. I have no way to be able to trust you." she said.
Her pitch whips tightened rapidly, slicing through their flesh and leaving
them in pieces on the ground. Lucy wasn't feeling particularly merciful.

She looked down and noticed that a few of the hunks of flesh that the vampires
had torn off had formed little feet and were running rapidly towards her. When
they got close enough, they leapt up and suck to the skin of her legs, rapidly
merging back in with the rest of her body. She must not have noticed the other
parts of herself rejoining the whole during the fight because she was sure
they had torn off more than that.

Lucy looked down at herself. Her top was in tatters and her shorts had been
torn up pretty bad by her stunt with the teeth, though they were still
just barely on. She was covered in blood, and one of her shoes had somehow
managed to get ripped nearly in half. She pulled the remains of her shirt
and sports bra off and briefly manifested some more giant teeth on the outside
of her hips in order to finish the job on her shorts. She kicked off her shoes
and stood naked on the trail. One of the vampires was still moving, so she
formed her hand into a claw and ripped out his heart, not bothering to walk
over to him, just stretching her arm the 10 feet it took to get to him. She
cocked her head and watched the body for a few more minutes to see if she had
just finished the job. A part of her was horrified at what she had just done,
but the long buried predator within her gloried in it.

She turned abruptly to face back down the trail the way she had come. Something
was coming, zipping along at 80 miles an hour just above the ground. A moment
later, Richard rounded the bend. He looked just like he had when he went off
to face their vampire stalkers, except that two of the knives in his hands now
dripped red with blood.

"Lucy? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. A monster, but fine." she said.

It was only then that Richard looked down and saw the bodies scattered around
her and really noticed the blood covering her from head to toe. "Jesus, what
happened?"

"There was another group. They surrounded me, and then, and then," she broke
off and stuffed a knuckle in her mouth as the thrill of battle died away and
the enormity of what she had done crashed in on her. "I killed them all,"
she whispered forlornly. "You were right to be afraid of me."

"Don't say that Lucy, you were defending yourself." He dropped to the
ground and walked up to her. As he approached, the blood covering her
sheeted off of her body, pushed by invisible squeegees. "I'll clean
this up in no time. You just wait here." The bodies all around them
floated up into the air and Richard rose with them, floating off into
the woods. Curious, Lucy trailed after him and watched as he tore a huge
hole in the earth with his telekinesis. In moments, there was a hole
twenty feet deep and 8 feet or so in diameter. The body parts all went
into the bottom, but Lucy noticed that Richard inspected them on the way
down. He seemed to be making sure that all the heads were severed from the
necks, because twice he hurled one of his knives through the neck of one
of the corpses. "Beheading or piercing the heart is the best way to make
sure a vampire stays dead. Fire usually works too," he explained, apparently
having noticed that she had followed him rather than stay behind.

"Come on, Lucy, let's get out of here. We'll go back to my house and I'll
make you a nice cup of tea. I promise you'll feel better." He smiled
at her encouragingly and curled his big hands around her biceps. "Here,
take this." He started to take off his shirt.

"No, I don't need it." Lucy stopped him. Her body flowed and suddenly she was
wearing an outfit that looked exactly like the one she had worn to get on
the trail. Turning her feet into boots felt weird though, so she turned
them back into normal feet.

"Handy." Richard said.

"Yeah. I learned some stuff about myself when they were tearing chunks off
of me." Lucy realized that she still wasn't breathing, and she still didn't
have a circulatory system. A moment later, her body was restored to be the
more faithful mimic of human physiology she had started the day with. Breathing
might be a useless habit for her, but doing it made her feel less like a
monster, less like someone who would enjoy pulling vampires apart like bugs.

"I'll bet you did." Richard put his arm around her, "let me take you home."
He slid his arm around her shoulders and gave her a squeeze. "It'll be alright."
He said gently as he lead her back to the trail. When they got to the trail,
Lucy was lifted into the air by gentle invisible hands, and they shot back
in the direction of the car. Lucy just let the wind blow through her hair,
which had come loose some time during the fight, and tried not to think.


"Umm, Richard." Lucy said when he set her down next to the car.

"Yeah?"

"Can you drive?"

"Of course. Keys?"

"Oh, right." She said. Somehow, the handful of items she had stuffed in
her bra at the start of the hike had stayed in place through it all. Her
body must have held onto them instinctively. Normally, she would have tried
to tease Richard a bit while fishing them out, but now she was too emotionally
drained, so she just stuffed her hand down to rapidly pull them out and toss
them to him.

Richard reached over and took her hand as they pulled out of the parking lot.
"I'm sorry you got caught up in my fight. I'll understand if you don't want
to see me anymore after this."

The thought of not seeing Richard again sent a spike of panic through Lucy,
"No! I-I don't want that." She said. "If you don't want to hang around with
a pitch person-"

"Forget that. Lucy, you're not a monster. You were defending yourself, defending
me. You have nothing to apologies for, and I would never abandon you because of
what you are." He looked over at her and gave her hand a squeeze, "That's a
promise." A bloom of warmth began to push back the numbness that had engulfed
Lucy.

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"It is good to see you, my friend!" Vishal called out as Richard stepped out
of his car. The 80 year old wizard looked like a man half his age thanks
to his magic, but his face was still a tapestry of laugh lines.

"Hi Vishal! Sorry I couldn't bring Lucy, we ran into some trouble last night
and she wanted to head back to Boston to try to calm down a bit."

"A shame," Vishal said sadly, "what happened?"

"Some minor red coven soldiers went after me. Just the dregs of Andrea's
gang. I took care of the first half, but seven more jumped her as she
was trying to get away, and she, well, did what you would expect a pitch
person to do to seven fresh vampires." Richard pursed his lips, "I think
it was her first time killing a person though, so she's pretty shook up."

"A pitch person getting rattled after killing. I never thought to hear of
such a thing," the Indian-American wizard said. "So, she really thought she
was human until now? And she acts just like a normal person?"

"Normal isn't a word I would use to describe Lucy, but basically yes. She
knew she wasn't human, but she just knew she was stronger and faster than
usual and didn't have to sleep. She didn't know what she was."

Vishal thought for a moment. "I've been trying to come up with a theory about
how Lucy could be a person. I'm not sure, but I can speculate a bit. Pitch
people take on the habits and mannerisms of those they replace. The process
of consumption seems to transfer at least some of the memories of their victim
to them. I'm wondering if somehow, a pitch person took over the original human
Lucy, but its mind was completely replaced by that of the human it had just
killed. In a way, it was as if the original Lucy replaced the pitch person
instead of the other way around."

Vishal started leading Richard deeper into the zoo. "I did a bunch of reading
about pitch people. Mangus Fang studied this memory effect in depth. He trained
dogs to go through a maze and then let various different pitch people replace
them, and they were all able to complete the maze just as well as the dogs had.
There is more though. The pitch dogs seems to prefer the same toys that the dogs
they had replaced used to like. When it came to the toys, though some of the
pitch dogs seemed to prefer the same toys more strongly. He didn't have an
explanation for that, but I think it might be related to the age of the pitch
person. Bjorn Jameson recorded seeing a formless pitch person replace his
neighbors dog in 1683, and the thing went right on herding the neighbor's
sheep until the battle witch he had written to about it showed up to put
it down a month later. It did attack when she threatened it, but until then
it had been playing the faithful dog far more closely than we expect
from a pitch person."

"Why does that make you think their ability to absorb memories is age related?"
Richard asked.

"Well, not their ability to absorb memories since all the pitch dogs completed
the mazes, but their susceptibility to being influenced by those memories. We
don't have any great way to gage the age of a pitch person, but we do know that
when they first emerge from the tree that births them, they are just a puddle
of animate pitch, formless. A formless pitch person is basically their
equivalent of a newborn."

"Huh, so you think a formless pitch person replaced Lucy, and its mind was
entirely replaced by the human mind of its victim." Richard rubbed his chin
and looked off in the distance thoughtfully, "Interesting. Wait, but in
that case how come there aren't a ton of people like Lucy. Humans are usually
pitch people's first victims."

"That is the problem with my theory." Vishal acknowledged. "What I really want
to do is test to see if formless pitch people behave differently when taking
over adult humans and lower animals. My bet is that they take on the roll of
the animals more faithfully. If their mind is following the pattern of the
brain they find, there is more room for their pitch person personality to
exist within a complex mind like that of an adult human. Of course such an
experiment would be entirely unethical and require access to a bunch of
formless pitch people."

"You've kept saying 'adult human'," Richard noticed. "You think that Lucy
replaced a child, don't you."

"That is my best guess. A very very young child. Probably an infant. Of
course, you must remember that this is on very thin epistemic ice. The
final leap has no evidence to back it up, I just can't think of another
explanation."

Richard nodded, "understood. Well, I'm sure that Lucy will still be happy
to hear that there is some possible explanation for her existence."

They walked through the zoo for a few minutes before Vishal said, "Let's
go back to the house for some tea and then you can help me put in a
new fence, yes?"

Richard smiled, "Sounds great!" His telekinesis made him a very effective
construction worker, and Vishal never hesitated to take advantage of it.
He had probably built half the enclosures in the zoo.

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"Hi Beth, come in," Lucy opened the door to her apartment and ushered her
friend in. She wore tight jeans and an oversized t-shirt, and her hair
was drawn back in a ponytail.

Beth came over and gave her a long hug, squeezing herself tight to the
taller woman. As always when she hugged Lucy, she was amazed by the other
woman's body pressing into her, but after knowing the incredibly curvy woman
for 20 years she no longer made a big deal of it. "How you doing L? You said
you have something you want to talk about?"

"Yeah, something happened last night. There's this guy," she moved into the
kitchen.

Beth's eyes were snapping with anger, "Oh my god, did he do something to you?"
She had always been worried that something like that would happen to her friend.
Lucy wasn't exactly careful about who she went home with, and no matter how
athletic she was, she was still a woman.

"What?" Lucy asked, "no, nothing like that. He didn't do anything to me. At
least nothing I didn't ask him to do. He was great actually, really great."

Beth reached up and fished some loose black tea out of Lucy's pantry while
Lucy put a kettle of water on. She had come over to Lucy's place for tea
and a chat so often that they had long since established a habit. "Oo-kay.
Then why do you look like someone just stole your homework right before
a deadline?"

"We were on a hike when some people attacked us," Lucy sighed.

"Oh my god! That's horrible! Why? Where? Who?" Beth was shocked.

"I think they were trying to kill Richard, that's his name by the way."

"Why?" Beth asked again.

"I-I don't really know, but I think it was retaliation for something he
did to them."

"Lucy, this guy sounds like bad news. Time to cut him loose."

Lucy chewed her lip, "I know. But, I don't want to. I like him Beth, like,
a lot. Like *a lot*."

"It sounds like he is some sort of gangster. You don't need to get mixed up
with that, no matter how much you like him." Beth said firmly. It was odd,
normally Lucy was more than willing to cut a man free. She didn't like to
get pinned down in a relationship for more than two or three months.

"It's just that." Lucy broke off and looked around the room, trying to
think of the right way to phrase what she wanted to say, "It's just that
he understands me on a level that I didn't even understand myself, you
know? Like, you know that I'm not really normal, right? Like you remember
that time Dan and I were putting the boat in the water and it fell right
on my foot and you both thought for sure that it would be broken but it
wasn't?"

Beth looked confused at the apparent non sequitur, "Umm, yeah."

"And the time I stayed up for three days straight during finals sophomore
year?"

"Umm, yeah, that was really weird. What does this have to do with you dating
a gangster though?"

Lucy looked a little irritated, "He's not a gangster."

"Ok, sorry, not a gangster." Beth agreed making small placating motions with
her hands.

Lucy smiled at her apologetically, "Sorry, I guess I'm a bit snappish. But he
had explanations for those things, so I feel like I want to learn more about
myself."

Beth reached out and gave Lucy's hand a squeeze, "Ok, you're a big girl. Just
be careful. I don't want you to get hurt."

"That's not what I'm worried about." Lucy said, "The people that attacked us.
They didn't hurt me, I hurt them. Badly. That's what I'm worried about."

"Lucy, if they attacked you, you did nothing wrong. There is nothing wrong
with defending yourself against actual attempted murders." Beth gave her
hand another squeeze.

"I enjoyed it though. I enjoyed it the way I enjoy MMA, only I was really
hurting them. I'm. I'm really good at hurting people Beth. It's what I am
on a level that I'm just starting to understand." She took a deep breath,
"I'm supposed to be a healer."

Beth pulled her hand back slowly, "Lucy, there is nothing wrong with feeling
angry in that kind of situation. I can even understand enjoying hurting people
who attacked you. You're not a monster."

*But I am,* Lucy thought to herself, *I loved tearing them to shreds. Even now,
I don't actually feel guilty. This concern I feel, this guilt I'm displaying is
all an act. I'm just doing it out of habit. Just like everything else about me.
It's just habit.* After a long moment she sighed, "I want you to be right."

"I'm always right," Beth laughed. The tea kettle started to shriek. "Oh, tea's
ready," she observed, and poured for the both of them.

They drank in silence for a few minutes before Lucy spoke up, "Beth?"

"Yeah?"

"I realllly like him," she said.

"He has a big dick, doesn't he?" Beth laughed.

Lucy grinned, "Massive. I thought he was going to split me in half." She
held her hands out in front of her roughly a foot apart.

Beth nearly choked on her tea, "No!" Lucy just nodded.

"But I went after him with my usual skanky tricks," she sighed, "now he must
think I'm easy."

Beth laughed, "Lucy, you are easy."

"I *know*, but I don't want him to know that!" Lucy sighed theatrically.

Beth laughed again, "Lucy, I don't think you should worry about that. He's
not going to care about stuff like that as long as you keep giving him the
snu snu. You're Lucy Park remember! Boys don't get bored of you. How many
proposals have you turned down? This is the last thing you should be
worried about."

Lucy perked up a bit, "I hope you're right."

"Jeez, this guy must be something special if he's turned you back into a
shrinking school girl. Does he realize you're a cougar yet?"

"He's, umm, actually older than me." Lucy said with a slight smile.

"Nice, girl! This is your first age appropriate boyfriend in, what, 10
years?" Beth punched Lucy affectionately in the arm.

"Hey, shut up!" Lucy said with a smile, *It's actually probably the least
age appropriate relationship I've had, just in the opposite direction from
usual,* she thought to herself.

They drank their tea slowly, chatting about other things. Beth's husband, Dan,
who worked as a city planner, had been running into political drama as usual,
so the details of that took an hour or so for Beth to explain.

"Oh, look at the time. I gotta go pick Corey up from his soccer practice. Wanna
ride along? You know he loves his aunt Lucy."

Lucy laughed, "He is such a cutie." Corey had grown up with her, but lately his
behavior towards her had changed as he entered puberty. Lucy found it a little
amusing.

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Richard's dreams were filled with lurid images of Lucy. Her body and the way she
moved it was all he could think about as he slept. When he eventually started to
wake, he realized that the lips that were moving against his in his dream were
really there. He opened his eyes, "Morning, stud." Lucy said with a smile. Her
hand snaked under the sheets so that he could grab his morning wood by the root,
her hand feeling tiny on the enlarged dick he had grown at her insistence the
night before. She slid her whole body under the sheets and straddled him with
her hips above his chest.

"I got everything ready to make crepes for breakfast." She told him, sliding
her body down his in a motion that dragged her heavy boobs over his face and
nestled his rod in her ass crack. Despite the size of his dick, her huge butt
was able to swallow it up with no problem. "Do you want to get up and do that?"
she gave him a mischievous grin, "or do you want to do something else?" At the
phrase "something else" she squeezed her muscular butt cheeks together, pressing
the layer of padding over the hard core of inner muscle in to completely engulf
his monster cock.

Richard groaned, "You're insatiable."

Lucy giggled, "It's your fault for being so yummy." She gave him another
squeeze. "You just make me sooooo wet," she squirmed her smooth pussy against
him as if to prove her words.

"So," she smirked down at him and gave him a kiss, "what'll it be? Crepes or
cooche?" she raised her hips to place her snatch directly on his cock head,
putting just enough pressure to hold it in place but not enough to engulf
him.

Richard grunted and grabbed her by the hips. He tried to slam them down,
but Lucy was a lot stronger than him and they remained right where they
were, "Not yet. Tell me your choice. Tell me what you want."

Richard's hips rose up to try to press himself into her, but she just
moved with him, "I want you Lucy. Mmmmmm, god, I want you."

"Mmmm, I like the sound of that, how much do you want me?" she giggled,
still not giving in.

"A lot." Richard said with audible frustration, "Why are you teasing me
like this Lucy? It's driving me mad. All I want is you ok? You're a goddess,
you're the perfect woman. Just let me in!" He tried to pull her down onto him
again without success.

"Mmmmm, I like the sound of that," she giggled and leaned down to nibble on
his ear, "what's the magic word?"

"Please, Lucy, god why are you making me beg, I just need you so much right
now. Please."

"Hmmmm," Lucy put her finger in her mouth and pretended to think about it.
"Ok," she said with a cheeky grin after a few seconds.

"Ohthankgod," Richard pulled down on Lucy's wide hips and this time he
met no resistance. The curvy Asian on top of him immediately let out a
whimpering moan as the first orgasm crashed through her when his dick
plunged in.

"Ohhh, you're so, fucking- mmmmmm" she flushed and pumped her hips up
and down over his, "so, fucking big!" Lost in pleasure, Richard could
only continue bucking his hips up against her in reply.

Lucy came again and again, filling Richard's house with the throaty
sounds of her pleasure, and within a few minutes, Richard to was cumming,
jettisoning his seed up into his insatiable lover. When he finally stopped
convulsing, Lucy sat up and pulled her hair back, giving him a satisfied
grin. Richard remained just as hard as ever as Lucy began to milk his dick
with her inner muscles. As she did so, she reached down and pulled his hands
up to place them on her pale breasts, cooing in delight as her feminine flesh
spilled out through the gaps between his fingers. They stayed like that, for
a few more minutes, Lucy flushing prettily and moaning as Richard kneaded her
bosom and Richard fighting a loosing battle against Lucy's relentless pussy.
Finally, they reached simultaneous orgasm, Lucy's fingers digging into Richard's
pectoral muscles as she clutched at him in passion and Richard shuddering
uncontrollably up into the goddess on top of him.

"Do you want me to carry you to the shower?" He asked when they could both speak
again.

"Mmmmm, not yet. Can you just clean me up with your professor X powers?" Lucy
said, as she slowly pulled herself off his dick.

"You do know that professor X has telepathy, not telekinesis, right?" Richard
said.

"Whatever, *nerrd*!" Lucy laughed as she imitated a stereotypical high school
bully's voice.

"Nah, I'm not a nerd," Richard gave her butt a squeeze, "my girlfriend is way
too hot for that."

"Girlfriend?" They hadn't discussed labeling for what they were yet, and Lucy
normally broke things off before they got to that point. Normally when a boy
said something like that to her, she started to consider him past his sell by
date.

"What? I know we-"

Lucy cut him off with a kiss, "no, I like that sound of that."

Richard grinned and pulled her down for another kiss, "Good!"

"Now, come on, let me feed you!" she said with a smile, getting fully out of
bed. When he got up she reached out and grabbed his dick, using it to lead
him towards the kitchen. "Hey, this makes a great handle!" She grinned, giving
his still-hard member a playful squeeze. "It is a bit thick for my little hand
though."

"God, Lucy, you're relentless."

She just giggled and led him to the kitchen. Once there, she turned on the gas
beneath a cast iron skillet that was already waiting on the stove before turning
around to press her body against Richard's and give him another kiss. "What do
you want on your crepe? I made some whipped cream, you need vanilla by the way,
there are some strawberries to go with it. I also found some nuttella, and
cinnamon sugar is always good."

"Strawberries and cream sounds great," he replied.

She smiled, "Good!"

The pan had heated up enough, so she buttered it and poured a thin layer of
batter in to coat the bottom of it. Richard leaned against the counter and
watched her work, his eyes roaming over every inch of her flawless body.
Before long, Lucy was scooping the crepe onto a cutting board and filling
it with strawberries and whipped cream.

"Sit there," she commanded, pointing to one of Richard's kitchen chairs.
After he did as she said, she walked over and straddled him, holding the
crepe on the cutting board. She took a moment to nestle his log of a cock
between her bulbous butt cheeks before, she looked down at him, "I had a
little trouble finding the plates-"

"Oh they are right over-" Richard interjected, only to be cut on himself
when Lucy pressed a finger to his lips.

"Ahhem." She cleared her throat ad gave him a severe look, "As I was saying,
I had a little trouble finding the plates, so we're going to have to improvise."
She declared pressing her boobs into Richard's upper chest and neck so that her
cleavage formed a large funnel leading towards his mouth. She slid the crepe
off the cutting board and into this funnel, "eat up."

Richard laughed, "I'm throwing out my plates. This is way better." He leaned
forward and began rooting around in her cleavage with his face like a pig
looking for truffles. Pretty soon, he had brought his hands up to cup the
outside of Lucy's titanic tits so that he could try to push the crepe towards
himself to better get paces of it. Lucy seemed to be enjoying it even more
than he was. She was flushed with pleasure, and there was an expression of bliss
on her face as she let out cute mewling noises at Richard's ministrations.
By the time the crepe and all the strawberries were gone, Lucy's boobs were
covered in whipped cream. She leaned back and started to lick herself clean like
a cat, heaving up her heavy breasts in a motion that dragged her erect nipples
back and forth over his face. "Oh god, Richard, I need you inside me," she
panted desperately, raising her hips to position them against the erection that
had persisted since Richard woke up.

She lowered herself down, pausing to convulsively pull him tight to her bosom
as his apple sized cock head entered her, stretching out her small, tight pussy
to multiple times its normal size. A normal woman would have been seriously
injured, but Lucy was anything but normal. Instead, she just exploded with
pleasure, rubbing her cream covered boobs all over Richard's face as she
did so. When she lowered herself fully, she had cum two more times and she
could feel that Richard was on the brink himself. "Cum for me, baby, fill me
up with your hot seed!" she commanded, milking his massive schlong as she
bounced on top of him. In a few seconds, Richard did so, his already depleted
balls only able to produce a little bit of cum.

"Another?" Richard asked a few moments later as a second crepe floated through
the air towards Lucy's cleavage.

"Mmmmmm, yes please," she grinned, "I could definitely get used to having a
magic boyfriend. I didn't even notice you cooking that."


Richard reluctantly pulled out an hour later after Lucy had spent all of
breakfast and most of their subsequent shower impaled on his enormous rod.
They finished cleaning themselves off and then toweled off. Richard focused
for a few moments so that he could shrink his dick down to a more reasonable
size, which drew significant protest from Lucy, but he persisted despite
her very persuasive puppy dog eyes. They got dressed together, Richard
floating clothes up so that Lucy just had to hold her arms out and Lucy
fiddling with Richard's buttons and hair.

"Ok, let me call my mom and tell her we are headed over," Lucy said.

She picked up her phone and spoke in Korean, "Mom, we're about to head
over, so we should be there in about 30 minutes. Does that sound good?"

"Yes, we will be here. Your father and I are so glad that you're finally
bringing one of your boyfriends home. Does this mean I have a chance of
being a grandma after all?"

"Oh my god mom, don't even think about that. And no stories of my skanky
ways ok, I like this guy."

"It's not exactly a secret."

"Mom!" Lucy said in protest.

"I love you, Lucy."

Lucy smiled, "Love you too, mom."

"Ok, they should be ready." She said, slipping her phone back into the pocket
of her tight jeans.

"Skanky ways, huh?" Richard said in Korean.

Lucy froze. "You speak Korean?"

Richard laughed, "I spent half a lifetime in Chosun. After I abandoned
the crusades, I wandered the world, including a lot of Asia."

"Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed." Lucy said.

"Don't worry about it," he pulled her into a hug, "I really don't mind."

"You sure? I kinda thought someone born in the dark ages might have a thing
for virginal purity."

"I promise I don't mind whatever past you've had."

She let him hold her for a few more seconds, "Well, at least my parents are
guaranteed to love you."


"Hi Lucy!"

"Hi mom! Hi dad!" Lucy said, coming forward to pull her mother into a gentle
hug. Amanda Park was not as young as she had once been, so Lucy was careful not
to stress her increasingly brittle bones. In truth, she looked more like
Lucy's grandmother than her mother, and Richard was reminded of the way
his own parents had aged in front of his eyes as he remained as youthful
and vigorous as ever. Adding to the contrast between the two women was
their height. Mrs. Park looked like she was only a little more than 5'
tall, while Lucy stood 5'10" in the flats she had on. It meant that Amanda's
face was buried in her daughter's chest when they hugged. When she switched
to hugging her father, their height difference was less pronounced, but she
was still taller than him by a good 3 inches.

Lucy switched to Korean, "Mom, dad, this is my boyfriend, Richard. Richard, this
is my mother, Park Young-Jae. Her English name is Amanda. And, this is my
father, Park Yeo. His English name is Thomas."

"It's an honor to meet you." Richard replied, extending his hand to give each
of them a shake. "You have a remarkable daughter."

"Thank you. Lucy didn't mention that you spoke such good Korean."

Lucy could tell that her mother was going to make a joke at her expense and
narrowed her eyes. She wasn't sure if her mother had picked up on her expression
because she said, "I can tell that she really likes you. You must be
pretty remarkable yourself to hold her attention."

Richard chuckled. "You're too kind."

Lucy's parents led them inside where they sat around the dining room table.
Her parents had laid out a couple of bowls and some mandarin oranges, so the
four of them shelled and ate the succulent fruit as they talked. Lucy could
tell that they were very happy that she had brought Richard to visit them,
and realized that even though they had come here for a specific purpose, the
visit was bound to be interpreted as an indication of the seriousness of
their relationship. Her mother had been adamant that she not date at
all in her early teens, and find a "nice, Christian, Korean boy" as she
was nearing the end of high school and entering college. By the time she
had graduated college and started to realize the realities of Lucy's
extremely active sex life, she had started to crack and declared that
she would settle for two out of three. Now, twenty years on, she just
wanted her daughter to stick with the same man for long enough to consider
herself dating him. Lucy imagined her mother was already fantasizing about
a wedding.

After they made small talk about the weather and Thomas probed Richard's
knowledge of and enthusiasm for the Celtics for a little while, Lucy decided
that this meet-the-parents ritual had gone quite far enough and it was time
to get to the point of the visit, "So, dad, you remember when I was little
and you were changing a tire?"

Mr. and Mrs. Park suddenly became serious, "Yes, Lucy, I remember. Do you
remember what I told you afterwards?" He said meaningfully, glancing towards
Richard.

"It's ok Dad. Richard already knows about it. He's actually been able to help
me understand it better than I ever had before." She reached out and took
Richard's hand.

Lucy's parents looked at one another. Finally, her mom spoke up, "I take it
you have some questions about your differences."

"Do you know what I am?" It hadn't been what Lucy had been planning to ask,
but for her whole life she had had a vague suspicion that her parents knew
more than they were saying about her.

"You're our daughter, Lucy," her father said firmly, "that's what matters."

Lucy felt herself tearing up a little bit, and hurriedly pulled the tears
into her skin with her shape shifting power, reminding herself that tears
were just a habit. "I know dad," she said around the lump that had suddenly
formed in her throat, "I know, but I'm also not human. You guys know that,
right?"

"You have always been different, but we've always thought you were human,
just a little special," her mother said.

"Well, I'm not. I'm-" she paused, "I'm what's called a pitch person, a-
a monster."

"Lucy, you're not a monster," Richard cut in. He turned to her parents,
"Most pitch people are monsters though, I'll spare you the details, but
suffice it to say that they are very very dangerous killers. Lucy isn't
like that at all though, and we want to find out why."

"What are you talking about?"

"Look," Lucy held out her hand and a rose rapidly sprouted from her palm,
it's petals unfurling like a time laps video.

Her parents gasped, "How did you do that?"

Lucy brought her hand closer so they could smell its fragrance, "I'm not
made of flesh and bone. I'm pine pitch, through and through, and I can
reshape myself into anything I can think of. I only learned how very
recently." She plucked the rose from her palm and it pulled together
into a yellowish blob of resin that flowed into the hand holding it
before disappearing into her skin. At the display, her parents gasped
again.

"What I'd like to know, is was I always like this?" Lucy said, finally
getting to the question she had been meaning to ask in the first place.

"I-I don't know, Lucy," her mother said. "I think you were. You were always
very strong, even as a baby, even when you should have had trouble keeping
your head steady. When you were 8 months old, you broke my finger in your
little hand. That was when Yeo and I decided that we had to keep what you
could do a secret. We thought we were like like Mr. and Mrs. Kent for a
little while there, but then we decided that it was best if we just raised
you to be as human as possible. Life isn't a comic book."

"So I was this way from the moment I was born?" Lucy asked. "What about when
you were pregnant with me? Did I hurt you when I kicked?"

Amanda's brow furrowed in confusion, "No. No I didn't notice anything strange
then. Why are you asking this? Is there some reason you think you got your
abilities at a later time?"

"It's just that normally, pitch people aren't born to human parents, and we
are trying to figure out why I am the way I am." Lucy explained, "actually,
I may have, umm, this is so horrible to say," she paused and took a deep
breath, "I may have, umm, replaced you original daughter at some point."

"Replaced? What does that mean?" her dad asked.

"When- when pitch people kill, they normally take on the shape of their victims
for a little bit. That's probably what happened with me, but somehow, we think
my mind was replaced by the mind of your original daughter. Actually, maybe it
would be better to think of myself as your original daughter who inadvertently
killed the monster trying to replace me."

Lucy's parents were looking at her in horror, "Lucy, I know you're a little
strange, but this story is-"

Lucy held up her hand, which morphed into the head of a cobra briefly before
turning back into her hand, "believe me, it was a lot for me to take in too,
but it's true."

They sat in silence for a few long moments. "What about my sleep patterns?
Did you notice anything funny about them when I was little? I don't actually
sleep. I just pretended to when I was a kid."

After a moment Amanda spoke up, "There was one point when it seemed like you
stopped sleeping for a month straight. You must have been 8 months old."

"Oh I remember that. It was awful. I think that's when we decided you were
going to be an only child." Thomas laughed, "It was right after we took that
trip over to visit your grandmother in Vermont."

"Did your grandmother live in the woods? Maybe a pine forest?" Richard asked
Lucy.

"Yeah. Yeah, she did."

They were silent for a moment, "Then I guess we have a pretty good guess as to
when it happened."

"Yeah," Lucy looked up, "sorry guys, I know it's probably pretty weird to learn
that your daughter is made out of enchanted pine pitch. It's probably kind of
a shock. I promise I'm still the same person you raised though."

Amanda Park laughed, "Honey, you could tell us you are a secretly a super smart
cockroach in a human shaped robot and we wouldn't mind," she glanced at Richard,
"especially if it means you finally decide to settle down."

Lucy blushed, "Mom!" Both her parents laughed at her obvious discomfort, before
her father stood up and asked Richard if he wanted to see the metal shop in the
basement. Watching them disappear down the stairs Lucy smiled. In the end, her
parents seemed to care more about her new boyfriend than the nature of her being
and the questions of identity that where filling her mind.

"Honey, you look like you need another hug," her mom said. The two women came
together and held one another for a few long moments.

"Thanks mom," Lucy said when they pulled back, "I- I really needed that. It
helps me feel like I'm not a freak," she smirked, "well, I mean obviously I'm
a freak, but not that kind of freak."

"Lucy, if I didn't want to hear about it when you were in high school, I don't
want to hear about it now!" her mother said with mock sternness.

Lucy gave an evil laugh, "Are you sure mom? There are a lot of juicy details!"

"How can you say that to your own mother!" Amanda protested, "honestly, some
people's children!" She grinned at her daughter, "come on, help me get the
table ready for lunch. I put together a little something when you told me
you were coming."

Lucy followed her mother to help, already salivating. Lucy was a pretty good
cook, but Amanda had forgotten more things about food than Lucy had ever known
and if Lucy's experience was any guide "a little something" would turn out to
be a gourmet meal, especially considering that she was bringing home a man for
the first time in years.

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"So I've been thinking about how I'm made of solid pine pitch rather than a mix
of pitch, air and stones." Lucy said as they drove back from her parents house.

"Yeah? That is pretty weird."

"I think I have a theory about why."

"Let's hear it," Richard said as Lucy guided her station wagon around a curve
in the road.

"Most of my transformations are instinctive. I want my body to do something and
it does. I understand on a decently deep level how the human body works since
I'm a doctor, but no doctor could create a human body from the ground up like
an engineer would make a car, and besides I looked completely human before
hand. That might be related to something that happened when I replaced the
original Lucy Park, but it also applies to the other transformations I've
learned to do recently." To underscore her words, she made a flower bloom
in her hair. "Like, I'm not a botanist, so how am I doing this?"

"I think my body is able to take on the form of anything I want it to. Actually,
it's more like I have a model of what my body looks like that I can change, and
it really changes to match that model. I think most tween girls have some
insecurity about their bodies, and I was certainly one of them. I was honestly
borderline anorexic, constantly worrying about gaining weight, and convinced
that I was. Even if it is really hard for a pitch person to learn how to digest
food into more enchanted pine pitch, I've been convinced that my body just
inevitably gains weight for most of my life. Of course," she smirked, "now, I
don't exactly mind the process," she cupped her heavy breasts to emphasize
the point and glanced over at her boyfriend from the corners of her almond
shaped eyes. His eyes were riveted to her prodigious rack, so she sat up a
little straighter to thrust out her chest and began releasing pheromones
tailor made for the psychic warrior sitting beside her.

"Of course, I was also constantly noticing imperfections about myself and
wishing that they would go away or improve. Now that I know what was going
on, I can actually remember wishing that the fat on my tummy had gone to
my boobs instead and waking up with a flatter tummy and tighter bra. By the
time I was 13 I think I was wearing a D-cup." She glanced over to see his
reaction to this information, smirking at the bulge in his pants. "When I
walked into high school for the first time, I was already wearing a 30F-cup
and my body image issues were a thing of the past. I was still convinced I
was gaining weight, but now I like it. I think I gained about a cup size a
year until the end of high school. I was really filling out my cheer leading
uniform by the time I graduated."

"You," he swallowed, his mind suddenly filled with the vivid image of Lucy
in a cheer leading outfit, "you were a cheerleader?"

Lucy grinned, "Yeah, I still know all the cheers!" She took her hands off
the wheel and pressed her knee up against the bottom of the wheel so she
could guide the car as she rapidly ran through a few cheers, pumping her
arms and bouncing in her seat in a motion that set her boobs to bouncing
and jiggling. She finished with a grin that turned into a smirk when she
saw where her boyfriend was looking. "You like that huh?"

"God yes."

"Mmmm, I think I still have my uniform somewhere. Want to help me see if
it still fits?"

Richard's dick twitched in his pants, "God, Lucy, have a little mercy."

She giggled, "What? I haven't even touched you!"

"You don't have to."

She chuckled, "Awww, poor baby. Did hearing me talk about my big boobies
make you hard? I haven't even finished explaining my theory to you!"

"Go on," Richard said with a grunt as he adjusting himself.

"Well, towards the ends of high school, my friends started
joking about what I would look like after the freshman 15,
and I, well, I guess I liked the idea of it. I was already
soooo curvy," she glanced at Richard whose breathing had
started to get a little ragged, "but I started to get into
the idea of what would happen if I gained all that weight
quickly. By that time, I was pretty confident that any weight
I gained would go to all the right places. What was I? A J-cup
back then? God, it sounds so tiny now, but I was definitely
way bigger than all the other girls in my school, and to be honest
I loved it. It seems kinda shallow, but I honestly couldn't wait
to get bigger."

Richard was visibly struggling to contain his arousal, and Lucy
wasn't helping matters by flooding the small interior of her
station wagon with her pheromones, "Anyway, I ate like a pig
my freshman year and gained like, 20 pounds. It all went exactly
where you would expect. None of my pants fit by my first finals
season. I think I gained like, four cup sizes that year?" she
giggled, "How ya doing over there buddy?"

Richard groaned, "Mercy baby!"

Lucy gave an evil chuckle and pretended no to hear him, "That was
when it got, like really hard to find bras that fit. I basically
stopped wearing bras all throughout college. I think I would only
ever buy one right before I interviewed for internships." she
giggled, "custom bras are super expensive, so it's actually only
been since I started making doctor money that I began wearing them
on the reg again. You would think that that would be uncomfortable.
I know even girls with little D cups often find it uncomfortable to
go without one, but no matter how big the girls get they always stay
perfectly perky," she bragged. "Probably another perk of being a pitch
woman."

"Can you imagine that Richard? Imagine you went to college with me.
Imagine watching me walk into the dining hall and stuff my face with
two plates of food. After a month or two you would have realized where
it was all going." Her voice was low and husky, "Can you imagine taking
a class with me, noticing the way the exact same tight V-neck t-shirts
I wore were showing more and more cleavage as the semester wore on? Sitting
right behind me in class so you could see the way my yoga pants got thinner
and thinner as my butt swelled up so it was swallowing the little chairs
that they made us sit in?" She turned to face him completely, her eyes
locking his own as his breath hitched, "Can you imagine sitting in class
on the first day I grew out of all my bras and I wore a tank top, some
skin tight jeans and nothing else?" She took a deep breath to simulate
her breasts growing, only she didn't breath out, just kept breathing
in. Richard realized that her curves were slowly swelling, giving
truth to her words. Her breasts were spilling over the tops of her
bra, giving her an impressive case of quad boob.

"God- nnnnnggg- Lucy, fuck," Richard came in his pants, his cum flooding
out to cover his inner thigh. His breath came in ragged gasps and his
hips bucked up and down.

Lucy giggled, "Awww, did my big sexy boyfriend jiz in his pants just 'cause
I was telling him a little story?" She gave him a playful pout.

"Lucy, how are you doing this to me? God, you're so fucking hot."

"Would you believe me if I said that when I learned about pheromones in 11th
grade biology, boys started getting way more attracted to me?" She looked over
at him, "I don't remember exactly when, but at some point I realized that I
could tailor my pheromones to someone after I touched them."

"Have you been doing that to me?"

"Mmmmmaaaybe," she smirked, "I mean now that you're my *boyfriend* I gotta make
sure those eyes don't wander. Gotta hold your attention."

"If that's your goal, you're bringing way too much overkill. Like using a
flamethrower to light a birthday cake level of overkill."

"I'll keep that in mind. Still, better safe than sorry!" She said in a sing-song
voice. "Now, before you interrupted because you couldn't control yourself around
my big, sexy tits, I was telling a story." She cleared her throat and gave him a
severe look.

"After freshman year, I stopped growing as fast, again because I think my
perceptions of how my body ought to be changing had shifted. I still filled
out steadily though. The bra I bought for med school interviews was a 30Q I
think. Since then, my attitude towards my expanding curves has been that I
really ought to try to avoid gaining more weight, but it's a bit of a losing
battle. I think that has caused me to grow a lot slower. This guy is a
30T-cup, custom made of course," she said, sliding her hand over the bra she
was spilling out of. Richard's dick, which had made a short-lived attempt to
soften, perked right back up at Lucy's words.

"S-so your theory is that you've been subconsciously controlling how fast you
gain weight. Makes sense."

"Yeah, so all I have to do to stop is to just will myself to stop gaining
weight. I can stop eating like a health freak and start pigging out like
I did as a freshman again. Well, maybe not like that. That was kinda gross
now that I think about it." She shook back her hair and let her expanded curves
shrink back down to their normal size, "I gotta say, being a pitch person is
kinda awesome."

"Dating a pitch person is kinda awesome," Richard said, drawing a laugh from
Lucy.

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"Hey babe, check this out!"

"What?" Richard went out side and looked up at Lucy, who was perched at the top
of a tall pine tree with giant eagle wings folded at her back like an angel. She
had been trying to get the hang of flight for the last few weekends, without too
much success, though she was making progress. It had been a month and a half
since they first started dating, and Lucy had been spending just about all of
her free time at Richard's house, seeming to endlessly delight in distracting
him with her incredible body. If she kept it up, the year would end up being
one of Richard's least productive when it came to alchemy. Her flight practice,
had given him enough breathing room to start to make some progress again. Of
course, she tended to whisper promises calculated to keep him distracted in
his ear right before she went out to try to fly around. "Did you do it?"

"Umm, no, something else!" A large unfamiliar dog bounded up to him.

"Whoa, who's this?" He said, bending over to get ready to give it a pat, but
also preparing to hurl it away if it displayed a hint of aggression. In
Richard's world, things were not always as they seemed.

"It's me!" Lucy's voice came out of the dog's throat, though it was a little
distorted by the canine pallet.

"What?"

The dog laughed, "I was trying to figure out how to get rid of some of my pitch
to make flying easier, but it just kept running back to me and merging up
whenever I detached it. But when I tore off my whole arm, I was able to control
it. I think there needs to be enough pitch to form a pitch person in order for
it to be able to act independently. Probably impossible before me, but I'm such
a fatty that I can make, like, 14 different bodies. Anything more than three is
pretty hard to control at the same time though."

"This is pretty trippy," Richard said.

"Said the 1000 year old psychic," the dog replied with a laugh. "How do you even
know a word like 'trippy' grandpa?"

"Come down here and I'll show you whose a grandpa! Also, it's called keeping up
with youth culture. It's a very important skill for an immortal. In fact, I've
noticed that you act a bit old compared with how you look. I'll have to give
you some pointers on how to fit in with the hip crowd."

The dog made some sputtering noises of indignation, but Lucy decided not to
mention that she had picked up plenty of youth culture from her recent lovers,
most of whom had been young enough to be her sons. Instead she said, "I refuse
to dignify that with a response," from the dog's mouth and, "Bonsai!!!!" from
her angelform body before launching herself in the air. Her wings unfurled
into a majestic 30 foot span and the pumped downward powerfully, sending her
rising into the air. Richard thought she had gotten the hang of it for a
second, but then she twisted and began to tumble to the ground, landing with
a thud that would have been bone-snapping for an ordinary human.

"Ow!" Lucy said, rising to her feet and shaking her wings out. "Pretend you
didn't see that!"

"Yes ma'am," Richard said with a grin.

Lucy's wings merged back into her back and she walked over to Richard and her
dog body, maintaining an air of artificial dignity. When she reached them,
she reached out as if to pet the dog, but when her fingers touched its head,
her arm swelled rapidly and the dog was sucked up into her body. Within seconds,
her body had settled, returning to normal. "Of course, this discovery raises
some very very serious questions," she said in a somber tone.

"It does? Like what?" Richard asked. It was a cool ability, but he wasn't sure
what she was talking about.

"Like," Lucy stepped sideways, except half of her didn't. In a moment, two
identical women stood in front of him, "have you ever wanted to do it with
twins?" her two bodies finished simultaneously. The yoga pants and sports
bra she had been wearing shifted on both of her bodies, becoming copies of
her high school cheer leading uniform, an outfit that Lucy had established
that Richard loved through rigorous experimentation. Of course, these uniforms
did have some alterations from the original, like the fact that the tops
actually fit or the five inch heels Lucy had chosen to pair them with, but
otherwise they were pretty faithful to the original, right down to the way
the standard issue skirt only managed to cover less than half of her bulging
ass. Richard watched as those two perfect butts swayed back and forth as the
two Lucys turned and walked over to bend over at the barrel of ball bearings
that she used to adjust her weight when she wanted to shift to a body larger
than her normal one. She bent down further than was entirely needed, keeping
her knees straight. Especially given her platform heels, the pose made it
abundantly clear that both of Lucy's pussies were wet and ready for Richard.

"Decisions..." said the Lucy on the left, wiggling her butt at her boyfriend,
"...decisions," finished the Lucy on the right with a wiggle of her own.

Richard's clothes flew off, aided by his telekinesis. It was a move he had
been perfecting since Lucy came into his life. His dick was already in the
jumbo sized mode that Lucy insisted upon whenever they were home together,
and he rushed forward and slammed his 14" erection into the right Lucy's
sopping snatch. Both copies of his girlfriend moaned in unison, apparently
sharing orgasms in the same way that they shared a mind.

"Aww, you didn't pick me," pouted the left Lucy, tilting her pig-tailed head
and pouting at him, "oh, well, I have a way you can make it up to me,"
she declared, placing one heeled foot on the other Lucy's arched back and
stepping confidently up. She easily held her feet despite the way her
other half was continuing to thrust back against Richard, but she
didn't stick around long. She pressed her wet pussy against Richard's
mouth and threw her legs over his shoulders, grabbing his head and
grinding it into the hot wetness between her legs. Richard thrust the
six inch long tongue that he had grown at Lucy's suggestion into her,
eliciting more desperate moans from the two mouths of his girlfriend.

Richard cupped Lucy's ass to his face like he was holding two watermelons.
He found the musky scent and taste of her intoxicating, addicting even.
If he went for much longer than a day without going down on his enchanting
girlfriend, he started to get unreasonably horny, thinking more and more
about her perfect pussy. Fortunately, she generally made sure he had plenty
of opportunity to satisfy his addiction. He suspected she had done something
to her pussy juice in the same way she had altered her pheromones, but he
hadn't asked her about it. It resulted in a pretty big imbalance of oral
sex, especially because Lucy couldn't fit his penis in her mouth when it was
in jumbo mode, but Richard didn't mind, he loved eating Lucy out, in fact
he usually came when he did so.

The stimulation of feeling Lucy's two perfect pussies wrapped around him,
one around his massive cock and one around his probing tongue, soon had
him blowing his load into her. The two Lucys hadn't stopped cumming since
his monster cock entered the one was fucking from behind, but they moaned
even louder as he spasmed, delighting in his pleasure. The one with her
feet still on the floor spun around his log of a dick and pushed her hips
forward, block his ankles with one leg so that he tripped and fell back to
the ground.

The two Lucys sat like that, one grinding her snatch hard into his mouth
and the other slamming her hips up and down to ride his baseball bat of
a cock. Richard's hands roamed back and forth between four massive breasts,
tweaking nipples and kneading powerfully at Lucy's soft feminine flesh.
"God, baby, this is incredible," gasped one Lucy, "it's like getting fucked,"
the other picked up the sentence, "twice at the same time," they finished
together. Richard's only response was to find her g-spot with his tongue and
drill away at it. He was rewarded by convulsions of pleasure constricting both
his tongue and his dick, and pretty soon his balls were spasming in sympathy
with Lucy's climax.

In the end, Richard came four more times before Lucy had her fill of him and
the two halves of her got off him. He was nearly worn out enough that he wasn't
up to the inevitable follow-up shower sex, but the sight of two copies of Lucy
pressing their soapy boobs together as they washed one another off managed to
get him going again pretty soon and he rallied enough to fuck one copy against
the wall while the other pressed her body into him from behind and moaned into
his ear.

After they toweled off, Lucy merged back together and manifested a pair of
panties and a skin tight t-shirt which bore the distorted declaration, "I'm
not a MONSTER, just a FREAK." That seemed to be all she was planning on
wearing, and Richard suspected that she wasn't done with him for the evening.

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As soon as Lucy got off the T and walked back to her apartment, she stripped off
her clothes and collapsed in bed. Splitting her body had made commuting as easy
as letting one body go dormant when she went to work and another go dormant when
she came home. As soon as she closed her eyes in Boston, her long lashes
fluttered in Richard's house and she slipped out of bed. She only wore a tiny
black G-string to bed, but she didn't don or manifest any other clothing,
instead she just walked down to Richard's alchemy workshop. He didn't seem to
be doing anything too delicate, so she walked up behind him and slipped
her arms around his waist, pressing her body to his and snuggling her face
into his back. "Mmmmmm, 'evening baby," she purred.

Richard turned to face her and pulled her up into a long slow kiss. After four
months of living with Lucy, he was like one of Pavlov's dogs, and he had gone
ramrod stiff at the sound of her soft footsteps. One of his calloused hands
roamed down to squeeze her massive pale breast, making her part her soft pink
lips and coo with pleasure. He slid his hands down the curve of her back,
marveling at just how tiny her 24 inch waist was compared with the rest of
her before reaching down to cup her ass. He heaved and lifted her up to plunk
her on a clear spot on his workbench before sliding her panties down over her
long, silky legs.

Lucy spread her legs and her musky scent drifted up to dominate her pussy junkie
of a boyfriend. She smirked at his enthralled expression and pulled his face
down to her crotch, kicking her feet up so that they rested against his back
and lying back on the bench. She moaned in delight as his long tongue thrust
into her, going right for her g-spot. She wove the fingers of one hand through
his blond hair, pressing his head into her crotch. Richard's hands roamed over
her body as he went to town on her hot snatch, sliding over her flat tummy or
joining her other hand in kneading at her breasts and tweaking her nipples.

Lucy smirked when she heard the sound of Richard's zipper coming undone and
felt him twitching into her a few seconds later. His hands had remained on
her the whole time, so he had achieved orgasm without touching himself once.
"Did my perfect pussy made you cum again baby?" She squeezed her thick thighs
together around his head and moaned as yet another orgasm of her own crashed
through her. Richard continued working his tongue to pleasure the black
haired beauty spread out on his workbench.

"God, Richard, you're incredible," Lucy managed to gasp during one of the
ebbs in her rolling climax. "Mmmm, flip me over!" she commanded. Richard
obeyed, spinning her around so that her butt was on the edge of the work
bench and her breasts were pressed hard against the wood, pooling out in
large swells that were very visible below her slender back. Richard lined
up his 4" thick dick and pressed it into his girlfriend's wet and ready
snatch.

"Oh, god, Richard, you're so fucking huge. You'd think I'd- mmmuggggg-
I'd- ohhhhh- I'd get used to it, but every time, it's like- like- damn!"
Lucy said as Richard grabbed her wide hips and began fucking her into
the bench with all the force his enhanced musculature could muster. If
the bench had not been bolted to the floor and strengthened with alchemical
wood stain, he might have done some real damage. Instead, all that happened
was that his relentlessly horny girlfriend demanded, "Harder baby! Destroy
my tight little pussy! Oh, god, you feel so gooooooooooooood!" Richard came
again, jetting a cup of seed deep into Lucy's womb. A few days after realizing
how her metabolism worked, she had demanded that he swell his balls and start
producing massive loads as well as make himself recover faster. Since then,
instead of letting it dribble out of her, her body gobbled up his cum,
turning it into more pine pitch.

"Oh, yeah baby, give it all to me!" Lucy crowed triumphantly, "Hey, what
about the first load. Put it on my back!" The cum Richard had carefully
caught with his telekinesis floated over and he began rubbing it into
Lucy's back. Her skin absorbed it rapidly, and as it did he could see her
massive ass swelling even larger. Of course, she was really mostly swelling it
up with little bubbles of air, but Richard still couldn't help but feel like
it was his seed making her booty grow even larger.

"Taking a break already?" Lucy looked back over her shoulder at her boyfriend,
who was just standing there with his huge dick engulfed. "That's ok, you don't
have to move," her pussy started rippling along his dick rapidly, milking it
with powerful contractions. "Just stand there, relax, and let me make you cum,"
she looked back at him and grinned, "wow, you're doing-"

Richard cut her off by bucking into her and grunting as he clutched at her hips,
"-oooops, jinxed it," Lucy giggled. She spun around on Richard's dick to face
him and sat up, sliding her fingers through his blond hair and pulling him down
to suck on her boobs. Her pussy continued relentlessly milking his dick. "Do
you think you can last longer this time?" she whispered in his ear, "Even with
my big sexy tits in your-" Richard came again, "guess not!" Lucy giggled.

In the end, Richard came six times before his girlfriend had mercy on him and
she slid off of his dick, "Thanks for dinner babe!" she said with a grin,
manifesting some underwear, a pair of skin tight jeans and a fitted white
t-shirt.

"'welcome," Richard in reply. He felt wrung out and dehydrated, as he usually
did after sex with Lucy.

"Here," she said, walking over and grabbing a Gatorade from the storage room
next door. "You look like you could use it," she said, leaning up and giving
him a kiss. She could still taste herself on his lips.

Richard greedily chugged the whole thing in one go. As he did so, Lucy walked
over to the small bin of ball bearings on his workbench and held out her hand.
A shower of steel spheres fell out of her palm, representing the weight in
cum he had just added to her body. She wasn't finished digesting it into pine
pitch, but she would have converted about half of it within a few hours, with
the rest becoming waste. "Last one!" Lucy declared happily, "what should I do
with the weight I gain now? I already have four dogs and two human bodies."

"Ummm, why don't you make rocks?"

"Rocks?" Lucy asked

"Yeah, you could make a rock body and bury it deep underground as an insurance
policy."

"Why do I need an insurance policy? I'm a terrifying murder monster and my
boyfriend can throw a car with his mind."

Richard chuckled, "You might be a monster, but you're a sex monster not a murder
monster, and for beings like us it never hurts to be prepared." He capped the
Gatorade and another floated into his hand. "Actually speaking of that, I have
some presents for you. I just got them when you were asleep." Even though Lucy
hadn't really been sleeping, they had both taken to referring to her dormant
bodies as sleeping.

Richard lead her upstairs to his office and took out a small wooden box, which
he handed to her.

"What is it?"

He smiled, "Open it up."

Lucy opened up the box to find three steel balls each only a little bigger
than the ball bearings she used to adjust her weight. "Babe, this is
probably super sweet, but I have no idea what I'm looking at," she confessed.

He floated them up in the air, "They contain counters to all the different
kinds of magical fire that I could think of. Using them should make you
pretty much immortal."

"Wow, that's incredible, I don't know what to say. Did you make these?"

Richard shook his head, "No, I did some of the design work, but Lilly did
all of the enchanting and really put the finishing touches on the spell
work."

"How do I even use these anyway?" she asked.

"Just incorporate them into your body like a ball bearing."

"Wow, this is one of the nicest gifts I've ever received. My very own magical
items!" Lucy reached out and took the balls out of the air. After rolling them
around in her hand for a few seconds, they sank beneath the skin of her palm
and moved unseen up her arm. "Well, I guess I'm fireproof now." Lucy smiled.
She held up her other hand with the palm facing inward and a watch face
briefly surfaced in the center of her hand, "oh, shoot, babe, we gotta get
ready. Lilly and Issac are gonna be here soon."

"We've still got more than an hour," Richard replied.

"Yeah, but we gotta prep!" Lucy said, grabbing his hand and dragging him to
the kitchen.


They were just pulling out the first batch of naan that would go with the curry
they had simmering on the top of the stove when the doorbell rang. "I'll
get it!" Lucy said. As she walked to the door her clothes flowed and shifted,
turning from tight jeans and a t-shirt to a black pencil skirt cinched at the
waist by a thin black belt and a red turtleneck, Lucy's go-to semi-formal
outfit. The outfit didn't show much skin, but it still clung to her body.
She also switched her pheromone production to attenuate sexual attraction
and jealousy, though she amped up her Richard-specific pheromones to compensate.
She didn't want to give her boyfriend a break just because she was trying
to avoid influencing their guests.

"Hi guys, welcome!" Lucy said, ushering the two mages who stood on their
doorstep in.

Lilly smiled and came in for a hug, "I take it Richard gave you the things?"

"Yeah! Thank you so much! I feel way safer now!" She said turning to give
Issac a brief hug. "I actually haven't tested them yet. Do you guys
want to give it a try?"

"Let's not burn the house down," Richard said, walking out from the kitchen.

"I'll be ready with the counter spell." Issac assured him, "Let's go outside."

The four of them spilled out onto the lawn. Lucy formed a 10 foot long
tendril of resin which she held straight out from her. "Ok, just go after
the tip."

"Ye of little faith," Lilly threw a ball of green fire at the tendril. When
it touched Lucy's pitch, it just slid off like water off a ducks back. Lilly
followed up with a series of different fireballs. They were all different
colors and moved in different ways, but the enchanted balls nestled within
the pitch of Lucy's torso defended her against them all.

"Wow, that's pretty cool." Lucy said. "Let's just hope an ordinary pitch
person never gets its hands on these balls."

Issac grimaced, "Now there's a nasty thought."

"As much fun as it is to watch Lucy get blasted with mage fire, we've got
some naan in the oven that needs attending. Let's go eat." Richard said.
At his words, the two couples went back into the house.

They chatted about the enchanted balls that Lilly and Richard had dreamed
up for Lucy for a little bit. Lucy walked her two canine bodies over to
hand off her extra fireproofing balls. The conversation turned to the
Morelands' son, Kevin.

"He told us he wants to go to college." Lilly said with a disapproving
shake of her head.

"Isn't that pretty normal?" Lucy asked.

"Well, yeah, but he wants to go to MIT or Stanford, not Salim or Grithent.
He doesn't even want to hear about apprenticing with his Uncle Ted." Issac
said with a sigh.

"It's the damn robotics club," Lilly said, "any time I offer to teach him
how to make a real automaton he tells me that magic is cheating."

"Maybe you should let him get it out of his system. Lots of wizards live
as duns for years before coming back to the Art. I know I've spent plenty
of time hardly using my abilities." Richard said.

"Maybe you're right," Issac sighed again, "but still, I got a premonition
that Kevin was in danger last night, and I can't help but worry that this
might have something to do with it. Kevin is a powerful mage, and ignoring
your magic can be dangerous."

Lilly nodded, "MIT would be one thing, but Stanford is in Red Coven
territory. He doesn't want to hear about it, but an east coast wizardling
going to school there is just so dangerous."

"Especially these days," Richard said softly, thinking of the
incompetent death squad that had gone after him and Lucy six months before
and the retaliation he had carried out for vampires crossing the rockies
that had sparked the attack. Relations between mages and vampires in
Europe were rapidly deteriorating as well.

"Why? Are things worse than usual?" Lucy asked.

"Well, the Russians just failed to show up for a summit with the
United Coven, and there's been a bit of a proxy war going on in
Italy," Issac said. "Both fey courts are rattling swords, but the
were-dragons haven't taken an interest. So, not much worse than
usual, but it could get bad."

"The magical world is kinda violent," Lucy said.

Richard smiled grimly, "ordinary humans are just as violent, but
the empires of man have grown so large that most people live in
the safe interior. There aren't enough of us in the magical world
to afford that luxury."

"On top of that, the fey are designed to be constantly at each other's
throats, so they have to get involved with every war." Lilly said.

"It's kind of a mess," Issac said, "one we don't want our son stumbling
into. He may want nothing to do with it, but the vampires will want
something to do with him."

"Well, hopefully he either comes around or gets into an east coast school
then. It's not like there aren't plenty of schools in Boston." Lucy said.

The conversation turned back to lighter matters, and Lucy had just gotten
up to go get dessert when she paused, "there is someone coming. A lot
of someones. They are right at the edge of the wards." She habitually
left one of her dog bodies near road at the end of Richard's mile long
driveway. "I'm checking if there is anyone coming from other directions,"
she said, sending her other dog body rocketing away from the house and
into the woods at 80 miles an hour.

Issac spread his hands in front of him and *pulled* open a tear in the air.
An image bloomed between his fingers, and Lilly poked her head over to take
a look. After a minute or so of magical surveillance it became clear that
four different groups of Red Coven vampires were approaching the house from
all sides. The largest group, a caravan of four SUVs, was the one at the road,
but the three in the woods had about five vampires a piece. All of them were
pressed up against the wards on Richard's house.

As Lucy watched through the eyes of her dog body, the vampires by the road
dragged a young human boy out of the back of one of their cars and brought
him right up to the edge of the wards. In a single brutal motion, one of
them ripped out his throat and four of the vampires began chanting in unison,
tapping into the swell of blood magic his death was releasing.

Back in the house, a dial on the wall began to rapidly fall, "they are burning
through the wards," Richard announced. "We don't have much time, let's go."
He lead them out of the house and then paused, extending his psychic senses
out to rapidly scan the woods around his house, turning back and forth so he
could pinpoint the location of two of the smaller groups approaching from
the back. Using his telekinesis, he lifted them all up and brought them all
gliding off into the woods at an angle that put them between the two groups.
"wards are down," he said quietly after a minute.

When they reached the edge of Richard's property, he paused, setting them down
below a large pine tree. "What now?" Lilly asked.

"Just making sure they get a little present I left for them." He pulled out his
phone and opened up a camera app. They stood there, peering over his shoulder
for a few minutes. It wasn't long before vampires started to appear, first on
the lawns around the house, then within the house itself. They tore the place
apart, throwing things all over the place. After a few moments of their
ransacking, Richard reached out an grabbed a little black remote from the
air. Lucy hadn't noticed him taking it as they rushed out the door, but he
must have grabbed it along with the handful of important possessions that
she now noticed was floating above them. Richard pressed the button and
the camera feeds froze up. A few seconds later, the shockwave reached them,
making itself felt as a thump in their chests.

"Stay here," Richard said before turning and rocketing back towards the crater
where his house used to be. Lucy didn't hesitate, she immediately took off
sprinting after him. In mid stride, her body shifted and became catlike as
she dropped to all fours to redouble her speed.

By the time Lucy's first dog body reached the crater, all three of Richard's
throwing knives were covered in gore. He ducked and dodged nimbly as a gaggle
of still healing vampires swiped at him. One of them pointed its clawed hands
at him and conjured a handful of sickly purple balls of flame. They shot at
Richard, who dodged them all, except for one which struck him in the thigh,
drawing a scream from the psychic warrior. The flame stuck to him like glue,
but though it seemed as if it was going to continue to burn, it soon guttered
out, defeated by one of the amulets he was wearing.

Lucy's dog body struck the vampire mage from behind, its jaws sinking into the
vampire's neck and its feet growing big talons to sink into the vampire's flesh.
Lucy bore it to the ground, then slid her tongue all the way around its neck
like a snake and squeezed, letting her tongue grow thin enough to cut and
slicing straight through its spine. She immediately turned to find another
victim, and before long her second dog body had arrived. The remaining vampires
fought back viciously, but they were suffering from blood loss after being blown
to bits and few were fully healed. Richard was merciless in taking advantage
of their disoriented state, and Lucy's inner predator gloried in the vicious
violence she was meeting out. By the time her human body arrived, there was
only one vampire left for her to rip to shreds with it.

"I thought I told you to stay put," Richard said, there was a strange gurgle
in his voice and he was holding a hand to his throat. Blood ran down the
front of his shirt like he had spilled an entire glass of it while trying
to drink.

"Richard! Your throat!" Lucy said, running towards him.

"I'm fine," he sank to his knees, "just a little scratch," he slumped over
to lean on the ground.

"Let me look at you," Lucy said, prying his hand away from his throat. Blood
pulsed thickly from the ragged ends of a wound that was already starting to
close. Lucy rapidly brought her hand up to cover the wound, reshaping her
flesh to hold his skin together and prevent more blood from escaping. She
could feel that his wind pipe had been pierced, so she formed little hollow
tendrils and poked them into the wound, sucking up the blood that was sliding
down into his lungs wherever she could feel it.

"Lilly, I'm fine, really, I've had worse," Richard said. It was true, she could
feel his wound was closing. They stayed like that for a few more minutes. Lucy
slowly withdrew the tendrils and flesh binding as Richard's own flesh flowed
back together.

"What happens if you fall unconscious? Would you still heal?" Lucy asked.

"The use of my abilities has become so instinctive that I do heal, even then. It
was not always so." Richard said.

"Still, no more getting your throat cut, ok?" She said, smiling down at him.
"I was really worried about you for a moment there," she leaned down and gave
him a kiss. Her dog bodies stood on either side of them, alert to the
possibility of any more danger. He put his hand on the back of her head and
kissed her back.

Issac and Lilly emerged from the trees, "this is going to be a hell of a
cleanup." Issac said.

As they walked over, Lilly's phone rang. The blood drained from her face,
"Listen to me baby, I need you to go the basement and get in the safe
room. You remember the incantation to activate it right? Hurry, just-
No! No! No!" her voice turned into a scream of rage, and the phone
dropped from her fingers. Without hesitation, she reached into her pouch
and pulled out a series of what looked like model rockets.

"Honey, what just happened," Issac said, grabbing her arm, "let's think
about this."

"He's dead! Issac, he's dead! Our boy is dead!" she turned to the rockets
lying on the ground in front of her and began to gesture, causing them to
rise into the air.

Issac tore the air, looking through the hole, "Honey, he's not dead. They're-
they're turning him."

Lilly broke off her spell, letting out a wordless bellow of rage. "I'm going
to burn every last one of them to ashes." She said. "How the fuck did they
get through my wards?"

"I don't know baby, but we'll find out, and then we'll get our son back.
I swear to you," Issac said, pulling her close.

Lucy turned away, feeling as if she was invading a private moment. Richard had
explained to her that the magical world was dangerous and violent, but even
after that first attack, it hadn't really sunk home. She had seen Kevin Moreland
just a month ago, when she and Richard visited the Morelands at their home.
She'd been wearing a baggy sweatshirt and a long flowing skirt that hid her
legs, but he had still displayed an adorable nervousness around her. Now he
would become a soldier for people who had just tried to kill them all.

"I guess the cold war is very much over," Richard sighed.

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"David? Could we talk for a moment?" Lucy said, grabbing her boss in the
hallway.

"Sure, Lucy, what's up?" her boss replied, leading her into his office.

"I've had a sudden personal emergency, and I'm not sure exactly how long
it's going to take to resolve. I, umm, I'm giving my two weeks notice."

David's face fell, "I'm really sorry to hear that Lucy. Is there anything
at all I can do to help? Do you need to leave sooner?"

Lucy shook her head, "No, it won't- I have a bit of time before-"

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," he said.

She looked up at him and smiled, "Thanks David. I feel really bad about this,
it's just that I know I won't be able to be fully here while I'm resolving
this."

"It's such a shame to see you go, you do really good work. I can talk to
Melinda to see if we can work out some sort of sabbatical or part time
arrangement if that would be something you want to do."

"Really? Actually, that does sound pretty good. I-I don't know when-"

David cut her off, "when you're ready, you can reach out to me and I'll
see what I can do. I can't make any promises, but I can promise
I'll go to bat for you."

Lucy smiled, "Thanks David. This means a lot to me," she said.

================================================================================

Lucy's heels clicked on the grimy concrete as she followed Lilly deeper into
the warren of tunnels. Lilly had assured her that Ike was a very reputable
vendor, as much as an illegal arms dealer could be, but the neighborhood was
definitely on the seedier side, and Lucy couldn't quite shake the unease at
being in unfamiliar surroundings. Lilly stopped outside a thick steel door
and rapped hard, causing an echo within. A few moments later the door
swung open.

"Lilly! Always good to see you!" Ike said with an oily grin. "And you've brought
a guest! I'm delighted to meet you!"

He held out a slim hand, which Lucy noted only had three fingers opposite the
thumb, though she could see no sign that he had ever possessed a fourth. She
took it and gave him a shake. "Likewise." His teeth were pointed like a shark's
when he smiled.

"Come in, come in. Can I get you ladies anything to drink?"

"I'm afraid we don't have time to dawdle. Just business today." Lilly shook
her head.

"You witches are too serious, there's always time to relax!"

Lilly just smiled tightly, and Ike, ever the businessman, nodded, "are you
looking for mundane or magical today?"

"Mostly mundane, but if you have anything magical that would be particularly
useful against vampires, we'll take a look at that," Lilly said. There was
no real point in hiding the fact that they were planning on going up against
the Red Coven. At this point the whole magical world was just waiting for
the east coast wizards to respond to the recent attack.

"This way," Ike lead them deeper into his apartment and unlocked a thick
looking door. Stepping into the closet he gestured to a wide arrangement of
guns.

Lucy immediately stepped forward. She had spent a good amount of time behind
a gun, but had mostly worked with precise bolt action hunting rifles and
shotguns. She wanted something with the kind of range she was used to, but
before looking at sniper rifles she picked up a select fire assault rifle
and hefted it. She had never held a fully automatic weapon before and she
was reminded of the illegality of what she was doing for a moment. She
untied her trench coat to reveal a low cut cocktail dress and lowered the
weapon into her cleavage, pulling it into her body until it disappeared.
As soon as her flesh began to flow in the manner distinctive of a pitch
person, she smelled a spike of fear from the arms dealer standing behind
her.

"You have a pitch person? How are you controlling it?" Ike hissed to Lilly
nervously.

Lucy turned to him and grinned, "that's the neat thing, she isn't!"

"Why isn't it trying to kill us?"

"I'm a little different than most pitch people, don't worry, I won't hurt
you," Lucy tried to strike a reassuring tone. "Can I get back to shopping
now?"

"Ummmm, yeah, yeah sure," Ike said warily.

Lucy found a rack of machine pistols and sucked six into her body.
She picked up a few more assault rifles and then stopped in front of
a heavy .50 caliber sniper rifle. She picked it up and smiled.
Lilly had also been busy and the other woman had a large array of
older style weapons laid out in front of her. Lever action rifles,
revolvers, and even what looked like a flint lock musket were
neatly arranged on the table she had been using to pile up her
finds. In response to Lucy's cocked eyebrow she explained, "older
guns take magic better."

"Ah," Lucy nodded. She grabbed a couple of long barreled revolvers
for herself.

"Might I direct your attention to this protective medallion? It slows
things down as they rapidly approach the wearer. It may help prevent
a vampire from closing from you quickly," Ike offered. Vampire's speed
was one of their main advantages over wizards and witches.

Lilly picked it up and spent a few moments probing it with magic before
placing it on the table.

"Can we test fire our selection?"

"Of course. Why don't you grab some ammo and follow me," Ike gestured to
a large chest full of cardboard ammunition boxes. Lucy rapidly tore
several boxes open over her chest, letting the cartridges plop into
her pale bosom like rocks falling into a pool of molasses.

Ike lead them to another door and they stepped out into a landscape
lit with the ruddy glow of flame pouring out of the cracked earth.
The air was hot and dry and the scent of brimstone and sulfur filled
their nostrils. A slow motion asteroid shower sent rocks tumbling through
space horizontally in front of them. It made no sense to Lucy's sense
of how physics ought to work.

Lilly muttered a quick charm to protect her hearing, then lifted one of
her lever action rifles and took aim at one of the slow moving rocks.
The report of her rifle coincided with the rock exploding in a shower
of dust.

Lucy watched as she did the same for another rock, then decided to join
in the fun. In a sudden burst, her body came apart into the jagged tumbleweed
form she instinctively used for combat. A dozen eyes formed in perfect
positions to use the various sighting apparatuses of her weapons and she
made full use of the multitasking skills she had gained through using
multiple bodies to track a separate target with each gun. Less than
a second after she had come apart, her targets were exploding and she
was already moving on to find new targets. When she stopped and reformed
her body, Lilly looked at her with annoyance, "Jeez, leave some for me,"
she complained. The sky was now empty, though new rocks were slowly floating
into place. Ike had a look of naked fear on his face.

"We'll take everything," Lilly told Ike.

===================================================================================

"We've already discussed plan A, now let's talk about what happens if things
go sideways. Lilly and Issac, you set up on this roof here. You're further away so
they don't pick up on Issac's divination. Issac your main job is to let us know
if there are any unexpected reinforcements coming to the club. Lucy, you can set
up with your two extra bodies here and here," Jacob indicated two buildings closer
to the club than where he had placed Lilly and Issac. "If the leeches make a run
for it, knock 'em down with bullets before going down to mop up. Richard and I
will be in the club."

"You should stay outside, you can't shapeshift like us and the vamps definitely
know your face," Richard said. Instead of his normal blond hair, Richard's hair
was black and his face had changed entirely.

"I know how to be discrete,"

"I'd rather both of you stay out of the club so I'm less likely to get made.
Even if they do kill me, it's just one body," Lucy spoke from the mouth of
the body she had given blond hair and green eyes. All three of her bodies
sitting around the hotel room they were using to plan the attack had shifted
features. The two she intended to hold back, the blond she had spoken with
and a brunette, had muscular, athletic builds with only limited curves.
The third body was hardly changed at all, and only had an altered, though
equally striking, face. The changed faces were mostly to avoid trouble
with any mundane law enforcement. The Red Coven would know who had attacked them
the moment she turned into a ball of whirling pine pitch.

"I think she's right Jacob. We should let her have a chance to do this on
her own. We've all agreed she has a good chance of catching them unaware
and taking them all out without a real fight." The protective boyfriend
in Richard wanted to be there to help Lucy, but the 1000 year old warrior
knew that it was best to give her a chance to put the incredible infiltration
talents of a pitch person to use.

==================================================================================

Lucy's platform heels clicked on the pavement as she walked up to the club.
The bouncer's eyes locked helplessly onto her chest as he was hit with a full
strength blast of her pheromones. He didn't even ask for id as he let her
in. The music pounded and people bounced to the beat as she headed for the
dance floor. Lucy danced and gyrated, allowing her pheromones to flood out
and fill the space. Soon a circle had formed around her as people turned to
watch the incredibly sexy Asian writhe. She scanned the crowd for a target,
but everyone around her was a mundane.

She was about to go looking for the vampires, when she recognized one of the
mundane women in the crowd. Christina was a blood thrall of the leader of
the Albuquerque chapter of the Red Coven, a hanger on who did chores for the
vampires in the hopes of being turned. She looked at Lucy's gyrating form
with the same undisguised lust evident on the faces of the men in the crowd.
Lucy strutted up to her and trailed her fingers of the smaller woman before
walking deeper into the club. When Christina didn't immediately follow her
she turned back around and gave her a questioning look. It was enough for
Christina to realize the sexy stranger wanted her to follow.
