The four Fae wobbled and opened their eyes to re at the woman on the bench.
“What happened?” Marisa asked as Queen Mab watched with interest.
Joren spoke for them. “You were correct regarding the level of magic for this one. It will only take three mages to protect a fourth who does the work of imnting and binding the mor. However, her will is abnormally strong. She must allow us in toplete this work!”
Tish snorted. “Dayshia? Strong-willed?”
The woman in question fixed an eye on her friend. “Hush you! They just caught me off-guard. Now that I know what to expect I should be ok.”
Joren traded a look with the Queen but received no sympathy from her. He nodded and gestured to the three others who would be his protection. He fixed a stern eye on his patient. “You must workwithus, notagainstus.”
Marisa leaned over her slightly with a gentle smile. “Remember they are giving you what you want and need. Concentrate on the photo and soak in all of the details,” she coached. Dayshia nodded shakily then lifted the snapshot Sandy had taken of their group at their previous year’s office Christmas party. They all looked incredibly happy in the photo! She smiled and nodded to Joren having fixed in her mind how she looked in the picture. The Fae nodded stiffly, and the group prepared themselves once more.
Dayshia was surprised again by the sudden impression ofothernessinside, but this time she forced herself to let it happen. This became harder and harder to do as that otherness slipped deeper into her mind. Their presence was adding a grating vibration, discordant and unsettling, like nails on a chalkboard, squealing door hinges and cold fingers down the spinebined. The deeper they went, the harder it became to endure. She was about to scream when she felt a calming presence next to her. Marisa?!? An image shed through her mind of the gorgeous blonde between Sandy’s/her legs, and she felt Marisa’s surprise and amusement. That made her feel better. Marisa’s calm was an oasis.
They followed the mage’s minds deep into her core, and while it didn’t get easier, Marisa’s presence made it bearable. They reached the bottom, and Joren’s voice sounded like it came from all around. “I begin. Prepare to imprint the image.”
A shudder ran through her body but Marisa held her in a warm hug, and she rxed a little.
The actual binding was a pain almost beyond her ability to endure. Dayshia screamed in her mind, her throat paralyzed at the moment, and clung to Marisa who whispered soothing sounds to her, protecting her from slipping into madness.
“Now,” Joren said, pain evident in his tone as well.
Dayshia thrust the image of her joy filled face and happy dance at the nk outline the Fae prepared for her and felt it sink into ce.
“This is your activation trigger,” the Fae indicated and once he was assured Dayshia had it memorized he and the others fled from Dayshia’s mind. The vacuum they left with their abrupt departure left Dayshia dazed. After a moment, she probed the trigger and was surprised to see a second one. She felt a gentle pressure from Marisa to avoid that one. Then the woman slipped away as well.
Dayshia opened her eyes and saw the pretty blonde smiling down at her. She raised an eyebrow at the woman for the secret they shared, but Marisa just shook her head minimally.Text ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.
“Thank you for the assist,” Joren said to Marisa. “Are you up to helping with the others?”
The Subus nodded with a smile. “Then I’m going to need a few hours of sleep.”
Dayshia discovered she was exhausted and didn’t have the energy to stand. She was barely able to keep her eyes open.
“I know, it takes a lot out of you. It’s ok. You can take a little nap to recuperate,” Marisa told her. Echoes of the pain rolled through her muscles.
“Please activate the mor,” Joren instructed. “You have to activate and deactivate it manually while conscious. If you suddenly be unconscious or expire it will activate automatically,” he exined.
“Expire!?! The mor activates if I die?” Dayshia gasped.
Joren looked at her in surprise. “Of course!”
Dayshia still looked a little disturbed, but she reached for and touched the trigger.
The change was instantaneous. Resting back on the bench was an entirely human appearing Dayshia.
Sandy and Tish squealed with excitement as Joren handed Marisa arge mirror for Dayshia to see her new mor. Marisa held it above her so she could see the change. Stunned, she ced her hands on her cheeks and stared at her reflection in delight.
“It’s me! I’m back!” she gushed in relief.
The Fae mage frowned. “It’s only an ovey. Your true self is beneath the surface of this illusion.”
“If her mor’s nature follows mine, it might have a more physical presence than a normal Fae mor,” Henry suggested.
Dayshia gave Henry a confused look when she tore her eyes away from the mirror.
“A Fae mor would only hide your nowrger eyes under theimageof human-sized eyes. Touch your eyelid, and you’d be poking yourself in the eye. Tell me what you feel if you touch your eyelid now,” he exined.
Dayshia cautiously raised a fingertip to touch the delicate skin of her lid. She rxed with a smile as she felt only skin. No difort from a poke in the eye.
Henry returned Dashia’s smile and looked to Joren. “It’s an augmented mor. Don’t ask me how it works. It messes with thews of physics.”
“Henry, that’s science! This is magic! You just have tobelieve!” Tish giggled in delight.
Her smile was infectious, and he found himself sharing her joy. Then he noted Queen Mab was watching him closely with an enigmatic smile on her lips. He looked away quickly.
“Dayshia, close your eyes and get some rest. We’ll keep watch over you,” Marisa said gently, and the woman gratefully smiled as she let her exhaustion take her.
“Who’s next?” Joren asked.
Sandy stepped forward and nced nervously at Dayshia who was snoring softly. She plucked the photo from the bench as it was her memory aid as well. The petite blonde moved to the second bench and rested back on it. Kesini wrapped herself around Sandy in a hug.
A fresh group of four mages took their positions. The lead mage in the group presented himself to Marisa.
“I am Russvenn. I will bind the mor. You will keep the subject calm and receptive.”
Marisa blinked at the Fae’s emotionless, almost mechanical delivery.
“Isn’thethe life of the party,” Sandy snorted, and Marisa began to giggle.
Sandy smiled and took her hand. “Does it hurt?” she asked in a little girl voice, and Marisa saw how frightened she was.
“I’ll be with you and so will Kesini. Speaking of which,” She took hold of a strand of blond locks. “You mustn’t hurt any of these Fae as they help give Sandy her mor. Take your lead from me. Comfort Sandy. Is that understood?”
Marisa felt reluctance but Sandy’s support came through their connection with Kesini, and they sensed the hair agree begrudgingly.
“We will do the initial test insertion,” Russvenn indicated and nodded to the others.
Sandy closed her eyes and squeezed Marisa’s hand.
Alien minds dipped into hers starting a loud scraping buzz. They immediately fled.
Marisa watched the unsettled expressions on the Mage’s faces. “We need additional reinforcements. The Wild Magic is too strong,” Russvennined. He looked to the waiting mages and gestured for an additional six to join them.
To distract herself, Sandy looked at the photo and smiled as she wasughing merrily at the photographer. She couldn’t recall who took it, but it had been a fun party. She examined the details of how she looked and nodded. Once more ready, the Fae wasted no further time but plunged into Sandy’s mind. She gasped and pinched her eyes tightly closed in pain. Kesini began to rise to strike back, but Marisa’s sudden presence swept in and gathered the two in a tight hug. Kesini settled down and turned her focus on Sandy who clung to her and Marisa, whimpering slightly inside.
She cried out when the Fae stopped at her core. Marisa thought maybe ten Fae was more than what was required, but she focused on soothing the frightened blonde. The rough vibration was intense, and Marisa could feel the Fae’s desperation to leave.
“Prepare the image,” Russvenn’s voice snapped.
Secondster the searing pain of the binding swept through Sandy’s mind, and she screamed internally, her body frozen as Dayshia’s had been. Marisa whispered to her, and she felt Kesini straining to attack the Fae, but Sandy was holding her too tightly.
“Now!” Russvenn’s voice rasped.
Sandy mmed the image of herughing at the party into the nk, and there was a loud groan from the Fae who buckled under the force. Sandy pulled back and the image bonded to the nk.
“Trigger here.” Russvenn blurted then the Fae were gone.
Sandy gasped once more, but this time it was in relief. She sluggishly examined the trigger and saw the second one. Marisa’s exhausted mind pushed her away from that one then slipped away.
When Sandy opened her eyes, she saw Henry, in Satyr form now and wearing only a kilt, carrying Marisa away in his arms.
“What?” she mumbled.
Cam moved to her side and epted the mirror from Joren.
“It’s ok. Marisa just needs to rest. She told mest night that she was going to do this, but I wasn’t sure she’d be able to. Subi only skim the mind’s surface with the shallowest dives. Her talent allows her to go deeper, but it seems to take a great deal of energy.” She saw Sandy’s eyes were struggling to stay open. “Before you sleep, trigger your mor to test it.”
Sandy touched the trigger in her mind, and Kesini vanished to be reced by normal blonde hair to mid-back. Most startling was itsck of animation. It was just hair.
Sandy’s eyes went wide. “Kesini!” she squeaked and sat up. She felt her presence in her mind and her warm hug around her body, but she couldn’t see the glowing blonde locks at all. “Oh! You’re invisible!”
Cam nodded. “That makes sense. The only difference for you is your lovely new hair. OH!” Cam’s eyes flew wide as something squeezed and lifted her tits.
“KESINI!” Sandy gasped, her face glowing with embarrassment. The hair released the tits making them bounce in Cam’s dress. “I’msosorry!” Sandy moaned pitifully.
Cam shook her head with a small smile. “You’ll want to teach Kesini to keep to herself when you’re in disguise to not give away her presence. She has to assist the disguise.”
“Yes! I mean, I will!” Sandy blurted. She sank to the surface of the bench as the little burst of adrenaline ran out and her strength with it. “I just need…” Her eyelids drooped, and she was out.