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  “You are so damn hot,” she breathed, glancing at the mirror. “We look so damn hot together…”

  Then before Terez could move, Knight planted one good one on her, right on the lips.

  Terez’s eyes widened as she felt Knight’s tongue part her lips and dive inside.

  Knight could not believe she was doing this! She was kissing another woman, and she liked it! Terez’s lips were the softest things she’d ever felt, and her mouth was so sweet. Knight inhaled the scent, so similar to hers, and moaned, letting all of her desire show in her lips.

  Then Terez pulled back, looking bewildered at Knight. Still high on the new her, Knight exploded from her seat and did a quick spin. Never had she felt this happy!

  And now, it had nothing to do with the new look or the piercing. She must be gay. Just the relief of knowing took a weight off of her shoulders.

  She had to get laid and decide what to do about her old job, but that was all minor now. She had never known the question of her own sexuality weighed so heavily on her mind until the issue was resolved.

  “Thank you, Terez,” she repeated, standing tall and sticking out her chest. “I know, thanks to you, what I am. I am gay and I am proud. Now I am going to get laid so you can earn your money and buy your daughter more Japanese animation!”

  Nodding, she turned and blazed a trail through the beaded curtain and made her way toward the exit through a flock of the bird people, a bewildered Were, and an Elf wanting to get her natural purple highlights back.

  Not looking back, Knight Sayburn stormed out into the heat and humidity of Chimera Island. “New clothes, and then I get a woman and fuck her into the nearest mattress… Um, if I can find a pamphlet or something explaining lesbian sex. I am going to be a good, no, great lover!”

  Back in the shop, Terez pressed her fingers to her damp lips, a smile making her dimples show and her horns peek out of her cropped hair.

  “She thinks she is gay because she is attracted to you,” Nicole pointed out.

  “That is true.” Terez still looked bemused and somehow sated.

  “But you never told her you were a Succubus, Mom,” Nicole sighed. “She really isn’t gay, you know. I could feel it, and I’m sure that you felt it from the minute she walked into this shop.”

  “That is also true.” Terez reached around to pick up her tail, swinging it in gentle circles as she tilted her head toward her daughter. “But it was such a delightful meal, was it not?”

  “Hell,” Nicole snickered, her own horns peeking out, though her tail was confined in the material of her jeans. “I won’t need to eat for a week after that. It’s good to be Succubae.” Then she turned her attention back to her animation, leaving her mother to orchestrate more sexual conquests.

  “Besides,” Terez added as she exited the Seventh Level. “Her tongue ring will guide her to her destiny tonight. So no worries on that front.”

  Chapter Eight

  The first place Tal stopped was called the Staggered Stag.

  Odd name, he thought, watching both male and female creatures frolic and dance, but a wonderful atmosphere. It almost reminded him of Fae Days practiced on the island, where any and all types of Fae gathered to celebrate the uniqueness of their existence. He recalled many a fun night spent dancing in the moon with an Elf or a Drow, Fal at his side encouraging him to join in the fun.

  As a First Son of the House of Aggression, much of his life had been spent in practice, training, and warfare, but Fal, his Fal, always made sure there was some light in his eyes. Walking into the bar, he recalled the first time Fal had taken an informal meal with his family.

  All the women had outdone themselves, building a canopy on the ground for feasting, and chopping wood for the bonfire that would explode into magical mosquito repelling flame for later that night. Even if they were on an enchanted island, they still had to deal with humanity and its issues, like boats crashing into their invisible docks and sinking. That was the main reason they’d shifted from Bermuda to the South Pacific. And they couldn’t get away from some Human insects; the damn things seemed to be immune to magic. There were plagues of ants and mosquitoes in the cooler, moister air of the night. But they had found ways to spell natural elements, like smoke, to keep them away.

  He’d chuckled to himself as his fathers took over the huge communal kitchen, cooking and baking and roasting from the early morning hours to late in the evening, creating all kinds of tummy tempting delicacies.

  Tal remembered being right in the thick of things, getting a cooking lesson as well as lessons in housekeeping and laundry. Human music, called disco and alternative, filled the air as his two fathers and his several brothers raced around getting the house in tiptop shape.

  When the women had poured in, complaining about all the hard work they had to accomplish, the men quickly hushed them by letting them sample the fare and drowning them in ale.

  “Excuse me.”

  The voice behind him pulled Tal from his memories of the good old days. “Yes?” he questioned, carefully keeping his wings furled as he looked around for the voice’s owner.

  “I just have to say, I find you stunningly attractive, and I wanted to know if I could buy you a drink.”

  “What?” Tal’s forehead wrinkled in confusion as he continued to look around for the speaker.

  “Here.”

  He looked down toward the bar and saw, of all things, a small bee sitting on the edge of a tall glass of some fruity concoction, reclining under a drink umbrella.

  “Um…” What did one do with a talking bee? “That is nice of you,” Tal ventured. Shrugging his shoulders, he bellied up to the bar and took a seat directly in front of the bee. “So, if you don’t mind my asking, what exactly are you?”

  “Me?” The small insect chuckled, then flew upwards so Tal could get a good look at him.

  This creature was, in fact, a very large bee. He was about the size of one of the many butterflies that seemed to populate this island. There was magic about him, large magic that Tal was Fae enough to feel, but he had never seen a creature like this one. Tal could make out a small masculine face and a buffed humanoid body; a body that was black and gold striped and had a delicate set of clear wings attached to its back. “I am a Were Bee.”

  “I have never heard of a Were Bee.” Tal smiled as he realized this very handsome creature was coming on to him.

  “We are rare.” The bee smiled, then motioned to the bartender by sending a zap of speckled powdery energy in his direction. He nodded to his drink and then pointed to Tal.

  Another fruity drink quickly appeared before the Fae, and he cautiously took a sip.

  “I thought we Elemental Fae were rare. I have never heard of your kind. This is good though,” he added, nodding to the drink and relaxing.

  “Not too many hear of us, and we like it that way,” the bee said. “My name is Bixtal.”

  “I am Talcor.” Tal introduced himself with a nod, fluttering his feathers a bit.

  “Now that the pleasantries are over, how about it?” Bixtal purred. “You, me, and a bottle of fruit nectar. How about it, baby? I have something of a hair fetish and I would love to get lost in yours.”

  Tal blinked. Was this creature for real? He had never been propositioned so quickly before. And the size difference! “Um, Bixtal,” Tal began, “you do know that my height alone would make several hundred of you?”

  “It’s all in the stinger,” Bixtal chuckled. “You interested?”

  “Curious, maybe,” Tal allowed. “But I’m here on a mission.”

  “Oh, this sounds intriguing,” Bix chuckled. “Dish.”

  “Well,” Tal said, feeling that damnable blush spread across his cheeks again. “I am here to prove my sexuality. I am here to screw some male into the mattress so I can go home to my promised mate and prove that I am not straight. Does that sound odd?”

  “Well, at least you’re honest.” Bix smiled. “And you are straightforward so none of your tricks will
expect flowers, or a morning after complete with bonding rings. But no, it doesn’t sound odd, Talcor. If you have doubts about something, you gather as much information as you can find, and then you make a conscious decision. Very mature.”

  “Thank you.” Tal smiled and took a big sip of his drink. There was something alcoholic there that was beginning to spread a lively heat through his body.

  “So, wanna go fuck?”

  Tal sprayed the whole bar as his sip of the drink tried to go down his throat and his shock sent it right back where it came from. “Excuse me,” he offered a few pissed off looking creatures who’d taken the brunt of the soaking. With a wave of his hand, he cleaned them all up and returned the bar to its pristine condition.

  Then, turning to Bixtal, he hissed, “What?”

  “Wanna go and fuck? This may prove if you’re gay or not.”

  “But we would never fit!” Tal shook his head at this circus of the absurd he had entered into. “Remember the size thing?” Tal tried to let the small bee person down gently, but Bixtal chuckled.

  “It’s the size of the stinger that counts, boy.”

  “Huh?” Truly confused, Tal wrinkled up his forehead and stared at the small creature as if the answers would fall from his lips and end this farce. “The stinger?”

  Snapping his finger, Bixtal sent up a powerful wave of magic, concealing them in a small circle blocked by his powdery energy. Once they were completely alone, Bixtal winked at Tal and let the small black shorts he wore fall to his knees.

  It hit the table… leaving the Were Bee flying three feet above it.

  “What the fuck…” Tal sat there, stupefied at the thick uncut cock that had landed next to Bixtal’s drink. The Were Bee had great aim -- he’d missed tipping his glass, and his dick had landed neatly on the cocktail napkin beside it.

  “It’s all in the stinger, young man.”

  “How the fuck did all that fit in there?” Tal was stupefied and stared in fascinated horror at the cock this Were wanted him to… Hey! He was the top in this venture! His virgin ass was saved for his mate-to-be!

  “Spandex,” Bixtal chuckled, waggling his cock enticingly. “And it ain’t even all hard yet.”

  As Tal watched, the… the thing pulsed at him and grew a little thicker. And it was already the thickness of an ale bottle!

  “How does it attach, I mean, connect to your body?”

  Tal moved in closer to get a better look and damn if it didn’t start tiny for the first millimeter. Then it just exploded into growth!

  “Your breath feels real good,” Bix purred. “Why don’t you get closer and give it a little kiss. It likes you.”

  Tal blanched and jumped back, staring incredulously at the Were.

  “You have got to be kidding!”

  “It’s good for getting at those hard to reach places.” Bix winked and made his cock lift about an inch off the bar and wave at Tal.

  “You know,” Tal stuttered as he backed up, drink forgotten, mission forgotten, all forgotten in the quest to get the hell away from that crazy, tiny Were with the huge endowment, “I have to go. I just remembered I have to be somewhere else.”

  “Where?” Bix asked, trying not to let his disappointment show.

  Anywhere where that monster cock is not trying to get into my tight ass! “Thank you for the drinks. I don’t think you are what I need at this point in my life. You, my good Were, need to come with training cocks or at least instructions.”

  “Your loss, kid.” Hand over hand, Bix rolled his cock back into a thick bulge which disappeared into the shorts in an area that Tal decided to call spandex-space, as there had to be a magical void in the crotch to contain all that cock.

  “Thank you for the drinks, and I wish you happy hunting,” Tal managed. He snapped his fingers, destroying the powdery barrier Bixtal had produced.

  “Thanks, kid,” Bix called, settling back on the rim of his drink and pulling the small straw over toward him for a refreshing sip. “Good luck to you.”

  Tal wasted no time vacating the premises. He decided he would not frequent any more bars, pubs, or clubs with a well endowed animal in the name. It was just asking for trouble.

  “Well,” Bix comforted himself as he watched the very tight ass of the Fae disappear through the front door. “If the kid is actually gay, which I doubt, at least we know he is not a size queen.”

  Chapter Nine

  “Time to shop!”

  Knight made her way cheerfully into the first clothing store she entered, then turned around and walked back out.

  Who were these people fooling? There was no way she was going to squeeze her overly large ass into any of the barely-there clothing they were urging her to buy!

  Bikini tops were fine -- she managed to have ample cleavage for the effort -- but there was no way she was going to wear a thong! Those things stuck in people’s asses, exposing every dirty little secret. Like the stretch marks that had magically appeared at the tops of her thighs after that Krispy Kreme Brand Donuts craze a few years ago. The treadmill gave her great legs, but it didn’t do so well for her slightly soft stomach. No way she was wearing a belly blouse, even if her now denuded skin was all pretty and shiny.

  Leather was out -- it was too hot -- linen was too wrinkly, and the clothing she’d brought with her was too formal for a beach setting.

  She was about to leave yet another store when something caught her eye.

  Hanging in a shop window were, of all things, Saris!

  Oh, the blessedly wonderfully body enveloping long swaths of material that would cover every oopsie and mistake on her body! And they had wonderful long shells in coordinating colors! They even had sandals that would show off her pedicured tootsies to perfection.

  Being the smart shopper she was, Knight immediately purchased one of every color, changing into the silver one before she exited the shop, after making arrangements for the rest to be delivered to her rooms.

  Now, on to the lesbian bars, she decided as she power walked down the street.

  The first bar, The Lapp Dance, was a cute little frilly place, sure to have the feminine sort of female a butch bitch master like herself would require. She stormed in the front door, eyeing up the prospects, and almost turned tail and ran.

  There were women, lesbian women to be sure, but they were all so… so perky!

  “Hi-ya!” A tall, thin woman dressed in pink bounced over to her, grinning as she clasped her hands in front of her. “Welcome! It’s so great to see you!” She bounced in place and Knight could almost see the excitement within her. It made her slightly dizzy and quite a bit nauseated.

  “Oh, um, I’m just looking around.”

  “Wonderful,” the woman chirped, pink lipstick shining in the dim lighting of the small bar.

  There were round tables set up haphazardly around the room, with pink cushioned ladder backed chairs. Flowers decorated every window, doilies sat on the table, and damned if there wasn’t a woman carrying a tray with a teapot comfortably nestled in a tea cozy.

  It looked like Martha Stewart’s fantasy place.

  “I think maybe this isn’t the right place for me.” Knight tried to back out the door.

  “Nonsense,” the female chirped again. “My name is Caressa and you have to at least come in and have a drink.”

  Deciding to give this place a chance -- God knew she needed the practice if she was going to catch a good housewife -- Knight allowed herself to be led to a table surrounded by a group of similarly blonde, fashion doll types, all wearing pink and smiling like Valium had been on half off special and they all had coupons.

  “This is Vanessa,” the first woman said, pointing to her darker blonde twin, “and Pubessa, and Loressa.”

  “Hi-ee!” they all sang, and Knight started having flashbacks to the Get Your Groove On Salon.

  “Um, so,” Knight stammered for a moment, then got her feet back underneath her. This was going to be like a business deal, right? Finding the best product, t
he body, checking it over for defects, then making the owner of that body give her what she wanted at low cost and minimal hassle. That was how she would play this. It was very logical. “Hi. My name is Knight Sayburn and I am looking for a lover.”

  “Ohhh!” Caressa purred. “She is so forceful. And much better looking than that ass of a man I was with.”

  “No competition.” Pubessa’s white-blonde ponytail bounced as she nodded in agreement. “Forceful personalities are good.”

  “I’m glad you see it that way.” Knight smiled. This was almost too easy. “I need someone who can cope with my forceful personality. I have a stressful job, and I need my life to flow easily.”

  “You need a schedule.” Loressa nodded. Her blonde-streaked hair lay in corkscrew curls. “We can do that. Post one up so you can see it and keep to it. Plan out your meals, your lunches, and your activities at least a month in advance. That way, you can’t go wrong.”

  “Wonderful thinking.” Knight created a mental score card and put Loressa at the top of the list.

  “But cooking is important as well,” Vanessa added. She wore her medium blonde hair in a bob. “It’s all well and good to plan a meal, but you must take the time to season it to perfection.” She leaned toward Knight, her voice dropping an octave. “You do like spice, Knight?” She bit off the “t” in Knight’s name as if it were some succulent fruit that dared to be sampled.

  Knight blushed at this blatant come on, but wondered why she didn’t get the same tingle she’d gotten when Terez smiled at her.

  “You are such a slut,” Pubessa snorted, rolling her eyes at Vanessa, who was now making cow eyes at Knight. “Sex isn’t everything! That is why I left my sixth husband and my third partner.”

  “You need to give loving care and attention to your mate,” Caressa pointed out. “It encompasses all of these things and more.”

  “Right.” Knight nodded, giving a point to Caressa. “I think I’m looking for a woman who encompasses each of these traits. What is the ‘more’ you are speaking of?” Knight grinned at Caressa. “Tell me more.”