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TALES FROM THE SORCERY PATROL:
CASE #9714285: THE STAKEOUT
by
Roy Del Frink
(Author's note: The Sorcery Patrol (TM) and characters of Mark and
Emily are the creation of C. M. Ellis, and are being used with
permission. All others belong to the author.)
It was another day on the force. Emily and I had just come back from a
difficult case involving a demon. Drawing pentagrams in blood is tricky
when you faint at the sight of the stuff, and your partner only has a cup
in her entire body. HQ had summoned us for a meeting. When you get
ordered to HQ, man, you go to HQ if you don't want to spend the next
two
weeks eating flies. So I drove us to the Chief's office. Once there,
the chief told us about our next case.
"Mark, Emily, we're on the lookout for a rapist. Seems he's been sighted
in town, and our intelligence says he should strike in the Riteabaer Arms
tonight."
Emily scoffed, "So why do they call US? This is a case for the regular
police."
"That's not the kind of guy he is, Emily. This fellow has magic powers.
He turns his victims into swine, since they've defiled themselves. The
Chauvinistic Pig Rapist, as we've come to call him, has never been seen
closely, so we don't know what he looks like. All we know of him came
from a cop who watched him sexually assault another victim from a
distance while working on another crime. And we've had a hundred
sightings of pigs roaming the streets in the past week, unusually high
since the only two in the city are safe in their cages at the zoo.
Anyhow, that was at the Riteabaer Arms on Friday night two weeks ago.
One week later, at the same time, the same cop saw him in action, and
confirmed the change to a pig after hearing several cries for help,
followed by squeals for help. We're going under the assumption that he
strikes at the Riteabaer, which is the swankiest part of town, once a
week. Since it's Friday tonight, we'll need you two to catch him and
bring him to justice. And we want to catch him in the act, since we have
no motive."
Furious, Emily flew all over the place, then yelled at the chief as
loudly as her tiny lungs will let her, "NO WAY AM I SACRIFICING
MY FRIDAY
NIGHT, NOT TO MENTION MY OWN BODY, JUST TO CATCH A
CROOK!"
"Absolutely correct, Emily. You don't have the, erm, inner workings to
be raped, since pixies are reproduced asexually. Further, department
regulation 45, code 3, section B forbids me from making you big enough
to
become his next victim. Mark will be the bait."
"What?!" I couldn't help saying.
"That's correct, Mark. You'll be turned into an attractive female, then
placed alone in the street in the middle of the night. As any woman can
tell you, that's the best place to go if you're gonna get raped.
Besides, we need the arresting officer to be undercover, and Emily can
hide much better than you can because of her small size. And even
though
Mark will become totally female, he'll retain all of his masculine
strength. We want a victim who can easily overpower the rapist."
"That's it, you ... human! One more knock at my size and I'm turning
you
into a frog!" Emily wasn't afraid to threaten people who call her short.
"Cool it, Emily. You want to lose your job?"
"Sorry, Mark." Emily took a few deep breaths, then calmed down. She
flew back onto my shoulder, as the chief resumed the details.
"Now, Emily, Mark, you two are to report to the magic chambers at
11PM
tonight, sharp. When you're in your female guise, just stand outside the
Riteabaer building, and wait for our unknown fellow to strike. If he
turns you into a creature of species porcine, Emily is to come out of the
shadows and arrest this fellow. Got it?"
"Understood, Chief," Emily and I replied in unison.
"Very well, then. Good night, and good luck." The meeting adjourned
then, and nothing much happened until 11. Until then, I was worried
about what would happen to Emily, and myself. What if he turns me
into a
pig, and nobody can change me back? What if the Chauvinistic Pig
Rapist
doesn't show? What if Emily blows my cover? It was a long night, but
somehow I got through it and reached the magic chambers on time.
Inside, Emily and I met Dr. Hermann, who handed me a couple of issues
of
People. "Mark, flip through this magazine and find a lady whose form
you'd like to assume."
"But Doc, it wouldn't be right for me to assume the identity of Cindy
Crawford, Lisa Kudrow, or any of dozens of other famous women the
Rapist
is bound to recognize."
"Of course not. We've gone to court over that sort of things too many
times to allow it anymore. You're going to be one of the ladies in the
background." As I skimmed the magazines, I found a photo of a
beautiful
blonde lady that looked perfect. She was about five foot ten, rather
tall for a lady. Her breasts, legs, face, and everything else about her
suggested she could easily have posed for Playboy, even if we could
only
see her left side. The woman was also wearing a gorgeous red strapless
nightgown with matching purse and pumps.
I pointed at her, then told Dr. Hermann, "I want to look just like that.
And even though we can't see her right side, please try to make my right
half an exact mirror image of my left." He gave me a nod, then changed
me as I requested. Staring at Emily, I asked her, in my new lilting
alto, if she liked the "new" me.
She flew closer to me, examined every crevasse of my body in a quick
seconds-long flight, then said, "Excellent! I can't think of a better
pearl to attract that swine."
"Good. I'm glad you agree. Mark, you'd better call yourself ?Marcie'
while in this body. How confused do you think folks would be if Emily
called this stunning beauty by a man's name?"
"Good point, Dr. Hermann. Emily, let's roll."
My partner flew onto my now-bare shoulder, and I took us into the car.
As I drove to the Riteabaer Arms, I teased Emily. "Are you jealous of
my
beauty?"
She gave me a polite slap on my cheek (which I hardly felt at all, due to
the size of Emily's pixie hand) and replied, "Of course not! I've seen
pixies that look twice as beautiful as you do. And even if I am much
smaller than you, I don't think a lady with areolae wider than my waist
and breasts that stick out further than I am tall look very pretty. More
like very slutty."
I grinned at her. "Emily, Emily, Emily. I know that, but slutty is what
I was going for. Our Chauvinistic Pig Rapist wouldn't be very likely to
assault a total dog."
"Hmmm. I guess you have a point there. Well, there it is." Emily
pointed out the swanky apartment building I was looking for. We parked
in the lot, and took our positions. I just walked back and forth in
front of the place, while Emily flew onto a nearby tree branch and stayed
hidden.
The next hour was pretty uneventful, but shortly after the witching hour
began, I saw a man in black and gray walk towards me. His mask and
cap,
along with his striped shirt, reminded me of a classic burglar. I was a
little bothered by his getup; assuming this is the Rapist, why is he
drawing attention to himself with his clothes? Don't most criminals try
to blend into the crowd? Anyhow, the man walked towards me and
asked,
"You come here often?"
"No, usually just whenever Kwanza approaches," I joked.
"Seriously, do you work?"
"Naah, my roommate supports the both of us."
"When I'm done with you, you'll be the one bringing home the bacon."
After some sinister laughter, he pulled his pants down. Just the sight
of my gorgeous body was enough to give him an erection. Then he
grabbed
me, very rough, and pulled down my dress. No doubt about it; this
gentleman must be the Chauvinist Pig Rapist. I fought him as well as I
could, but he was stronger than I. Although I've acquired the strength
of ten men, he must have had the strength of twenty. Also no question
this Rapist has magic powers.
I struggled to keep him from violating me, but in vain. The Rapist got
my outfit all the way off, after tearing it to shreds. Starting at my
voluptuous nude form, he forces an illegal entry. As I fight off any
possible sexual pleasure flowing through my body, I feel some strange
feelings flowing inside. It's a weird combination of sexual passion and
frantic anger. I screamed, "Emily! Save me!" as loud as my lungs would
allow. Then I saw he flying to the rescue.
"Say your prayers, you dumb human!" she yelled. Her fingers sparked
with
magical energy as she cast a spell on my attacker. I knew it well; it
was one that turned men into sex-crazed women. But something went
wrong,
as the energy just bounced off of him and raced headlong towards Emily.
Instantly, she turns into a full-sized human female, complete with the
sexual organs she lacked. However, she retained her pointed ears and
wings.
"I'm rubber and you're glue. Any spell you cast on me, bounces off and
sticks to you!" the Rapist taunted. With one final gesture, he turned
me into a male pig and ran off. I could only grunt in an annoyed manner
as Emily looks at me. In her state, she could be turned on by watching
paint dry.
"This little piggy looks like fun," she told me. In her state of
spell-induced lust, she mounted me and prepared to screw me for all I
was
worth. Although I didn't like this a bit, I could only oink the sexual
satisfaction I was getting out of this.
****************************************
After a weekend of practically nonstop sex with Emily I'd rather forget
about, the Sorcery Patrol learned of our fate when HQ heard reports of a
giant fairy woman humping a pig. The Chief put two and two together,
and
by Monday afternoon, Emily and I were ourselves again. I spent all of
Tuesday recovering from that horrific rape in therapy. It was tough, but
by Wednesday, I was ready to go back on the job with Emily. She was
as
repulsed by our weird weekend as I was, and gave me the cold shoulder
by
refusing to sit on mine as we went back on the job.
"Look, Emily, I --" I tried to reassure her.
"SHUT UP!" she bellowed as loudly as possible. "I just spent the last
two days in an extended orgy with you as a dirty stinky pig, and defiled
myself in the process. Pixies are supposed to be chaste and clean, you
know."
"I know exactly how you feel," I reminded her. "I didn't enjoy getting
raped by a total stranger, and my wife isn't going to be pleased that I
messed around with my co-worker, either. But I'm not upset at you. It's
not your fault. It's not my fault, either. Unfortunate things like that
ordeal are one of the risks that come with the Patrol. If I got upset
every time I had sex with someone else while transformed, I wouldn't
have
agreed to pose as the lure. And besides, it was our Chauvinist Pig
Rapist who raped me, made me a boar, and turned you into an
unnaturally
horny woman. Now calm down, Emily, and we'll catch that guy yet."
"I ? I'm sorry, Mark. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. I
forgive you for all that. But now," Emily added, shaking a tiny fist in
the air, "I wanna get that Rapist. I want him bad."
"So do I, Emily dear. But we can't do anything until the Chief gives us
another lead. Face it, Friday was our chance, and we blew it. Let's
just do our jobs and worry about the rapist later, okay?"
****************************************
On Thursday evening, after a couple days back to normal, the Chief
called
us to his desk. "Mark, Emily, I've just found another hot tip on that
Chauvinist Pig Rapist of ours."
"YEEEEHA! Now we can nab his sorry ass!" Emily jumped off my
shoulder,
and flew around in a spurt of vengeful happiness.
"Sit down, Emily!" She returned to my shoulder as the Chief resumed.
"Now, it seems he's gonna strike again at midnight tomorrow at the
Triplet Towers. Once again, Mark will be turned into bait, and just to
be sure, let's make him genuine ?jailbait', so that we can add sex with a
minor to his offenses. Emily, you're going to hide out in the bushes,
and cover Mark. When we found you, erhm, with Mark," (the Chief
twitched
in an uncomfortable manner while saying that) "we found residues of the
Rapist's magic signature. So now, when you do your counter-spell,
Emily,
you'll be able to penetrate his anti-magic force-field. Now we know
we're up against a powerful wizard, so be careful."
"Will do, Chief." I left with Emily, and the following night we returned
to Dr. Hermann's lab. Remembering the Chief's demands, I agreed to
become an under-age version of my previous disguise. I was a
not-so-sweet (more like sultry) 16-year-old. Hardly a man alive would
want to resist my charms. As on the previous Friday, I strolled around
the front of the Triplet Towers as Emily hid in the nearby shrubs.
As midnight approached, I couldn't help staring at my pretty jewel-
coated
watch. Finally, I saw our man coming from the distance, dressed exactly
as the previous weekend. He couldn't help but notice my sultry form
leaning against a lamp post. My beautiful body just screamed "fuck me"
as I stared at my manicured fingernails. After a couple minutes, he
poked me in the back and said, "Hey gorgeous. Wanna get it on?"
"Of course not. I'm under age, and I'm saving myself for the right man."
The Rapist giggled and replied, "Well, I'm the man, sweetie." He broke
out in an annoying sinister laugh and pulled his pants down. Here we go
again, I thought. Then he broke my hymen. As I felt the blood pouring
onto my dress, I heard a faint shout from the distance.
"Eat pixie dust, jerkwad!" It was Emily, flying to my rescue. She shot
a magnificent display of sparks from her fingertips. "Now we'll see what
you REALLY look like." They landed at our Chauvinist Pig Rapist, who
turned into an ugly old hag, like a stereotypical witch.
"What the - what's going on?" she asked in a deep, hoarse voice.
"The arrest of you, by the Sorcery Patrol, Witch Ewashee!" Emily
yelled.
She read our hag her rights, as I slapped a special set of magical
handcuffs around her wrists.
I transformed myself back into my normal form. I was quite a sight, a
middle-aged male in an outfit appropriate for a wealthy sixteen-year-old
socialite girl. As I presented her with the warrant we'd acquired at HQ,
she informed us, "Okay, I admit it. It was me. I wanted to have a child
for years, but I've been robbed of that ability as a result of one of my
past magical crimes. So after I was released from prison two weeks ago,
I decided to take my revenge on all human women. If I couldn't have
human babies, neither could they. So I gave them one last fuck - as a
man, of course - and turned them into pigs. But how'd you do figure out
it was me? After all, I took on that easy-to-identify male form to avoid
suspicion."
"But you made one big mistake," I replied. "When you spelled my
partner
and myself last week - yes, that was ME at the Riteabaer Arms - you left
traces of your magical signature on Emily. Since the Sorcery Patrol has
the magical signature of all known magic-users on file, it was just a
matter of looking for the right one." (A magical signature, by the way,
is similar to the fingerprints or DNA of an ordinary human. No matter
how many spells are cast on a magic-user, he or she will always give off
the same signature.)
"You won't be able to stop me forever, you hear? I'll break out of your
jail, and then the Rapist will strike again!" As Ewashee continued her
rant, we pulled her into the paddy wagon and returned to HQ. Another
case closed for the Sorcery Patrol.
THE END
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