Jaycee's Blog - Sun, May 16 (Patreon)

So...last night, Brooke showed up unexpectedly, wanting to see how things were since the faeries had been liberated from the Coterie. She let herself in since I wasn't answering the door and she has a key. When she saw what I was wearing (slingshot bikini, remember?) and what the faeries had done with the place, she let out an appreciative whistle. She noticed that my bathing suit (if you can call it that) was a bit wedged down below and, in a gesture that was meant to be helpful, she tugged at it to un-wedge it.

Needless to say, I came like a crashing comet and flopped frantically on the floor. She instantly guessed what had happened (when you've been on the receiving end of faerie curses, you catch on quickly).

"Sorry!" she shouted.

My screaming climax attracted the attention of the faeries, who soon flocked around us. I was about to introduce them when Attitude cut in, naming each faerie in turn. Then, she leaned into Grief's ear and whispered something, pointing at Brooke. Grief's eyes flashed in righteous anger.

"A pick-up artist, huh?" she said. "I know the type. Love 'em, leave 'em."

Again, Brooke felt the tide turn and backed away slowly, hands in the air.

"Hey," she said, "I'm a chick now, I've learned my lesson."

I knew this was largely a lie, and it didn't fool Grief. Even if Brooke has been a woman for several years now, she's still using all the tricks of the trade to pick up chicks and sleep with them at will. With a flick of the wrist, Grief cast a spell at her, but nothing happened. Brooke looked at me, puzzled.

"Did it work? I'm not feeling anything."

Grief flashed a wicked grin. "Nothing's happened yet," she said. "But you'll find out soon."

"Guys," I protested, "we did help you escape from your kidnappers. Doesn't that buy us a little break?"

Attitude stared back in contempt, arms crossed over her chest. "This is nothing compared to what we'd like to do to you."

I swallowed and decided it was best to shut up.

--Jaycee