Page 38 of Wishing Upon a Monster
I stripped the rest of the way, throwing out my underwear and tossing my pants into the basket. Chances were those would be tossed out as well, but that wasn’t my call, and I didn’t want to be docked for doing it myself.
The showers at the reserve enforcer headquarters had excellent pressure, and while the glittery dust would just smear around my body, I could at least enjoy the pounding pressure against my muscles.
“I really wonder if this is a fucking fight ring,” Rocio said from her stall.
“Why is that?” Vickie asked, floating above our heads but facing the ceiling to give us privacy.
“Well, the red caps to start, the goblins a few days after that, that group of haints last week—they never travel in packs— then the tailypo...” Rocio explained, “All these creatures operate at night and aren’t very intelligent. They are small, and it would be easy to pen them up and watch them shred each other to pieces. We keep finding them loose, so either they are left over from that ring we broke up a while back and have been released because we didn’t catch everyone involved, or... Maybe it’s an amateur group who doesn’t know how to contain their monsters, and they are breaking free.”
“I mean, it could be,” Isla said from her stall, “but have we had any reports of intelligent beings being hurt?”
“Why would that matter?” Vickie asked from the ceiling.
“If they are amateurs, then the beasts are busting out because their captors aren’t being careful and don't know whatthey are doing. We’d have an uptick of monsters needing medical attention, wouldn’t we?”
“What if they are like vampires?” Vickie pointed out. “They heal fast and wouldn't need to chug a potion to heal up.”
“But the pixies, Vickie. Who fights pixies?” Isla argued.
“I dunno, they are kind of assholes. We rescued them from that abandoned shack, and instead of being grateful, they dive bombed us!” I grumbled, pumping out a third round of shampoo. “I get they didn't understand we weren’t trying to capture them to harvest their dust, but we had all the doors and windows open so they could just leave.”
“Oh, so all of this was over vengeance!” Vickie chortled.
“Vengeance against the wrong people!” I said before rinsing my head under the shower’s spray.
We scrubbed in silence, all of us thinking, no doubt, of the sparkly assholes that got us in here in the first place.
Vickie floated off, letting us reluctantly dress in our pixie-dust-free clothes, probably ruining them forever. We walked as a group out of the locker rooms and out to the lobby. Olan, as usual, waited for me outside.
“Min skat, what is this?” he asked, looking me over, his amusement apparent through our bond.
“We rescued a bunch of pixies, and this is how they repaid the kindness.” I gestured to myself and the group.
He chuckled, waving a hand of glittering black smokey shadows over us. The shadows rippled across our bodies, leaving blessedly pixie-dust-free skin, scales, and clothes behind.
“That was so hot,” Isla said, rotating her wrist in the early morning light and looking at the lack of dust.
Olan snorted, a brash metallic bang that made me laugh. I jumped at him, fully expecting him to catch me, and he did,letting me wrap my legs around his natural waist. I gave him a peck on the cheek. “Thank you,skygge farmand.”
Olan looked down at me, mischief and lust in his eyes."Skygge farmand? Should I be yourfarmand, and bend you over my knee, paddling that ass until each cheek matches cherry red?”
I swallowed, feeling my face turning cherry red instead, and my clit pulsed all on its own.
New kink unlocked. I want to be spanked by my shadow daddy. A whole ass sentence I never imagined I would think.
“Well, maybe we should go home then?”I asked, hiding my face in the crook of his neck.
“Farvel damer,” he said aloud, walking us briskly to the well.
“That wasn’t even in English,”I ribbed.
“I don’t care,”he said, leaping into the well.
“Sashimi, come on!”I hissed.
She closed her blue eyes at me, burrowing closer to Olan later that afternoon. “You get him all night. Let me have him during the day!”
She stretched her perfectly fluffy paws with light pink toe beans, her little jaw wide, and her tongue curled as she yawned. She lay in my spot, as stretched out as she could be. After a week of sleeping in his room, I offered for Olan to move into my room. I ordered new whimsical sheets to fit the new monster mattress, and he bewitched my ceiling to reflect the stars of his home galaxy and accented my cottage-core bedroom with gold.Real gold, I suspect.
