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Episode 16; 2363 words
Icky got seasick. The imps grew bored.
Jas entertained imps in the same way she had entertained red caps.
It passed the time.
She studied magic and manufactured pylon parts.
Her first two attempts at remaking the bow failed.
"Fold me in," Icky pleaded. She was leaning over the rail, dry-heaving
over the side.
"I can't. I don't want to make it easy for that bastard to find me."
Icky showed her fangs. "I will get you for this."
"Try some more ginger."
They avoided traffic and passed old oil platforms, rusting in the salt
air. Drones investigated the ship three times. A high-speed Coast Guard
vessel pulled alongside. Actual humans boarded her.
They didn't smell like red caps, so Jas greeted them warmly.
The Coast Guard wanted to know why she wasn't answering on Channel 16.
Jas showed them her passport, radio certificate, registration and
certificates of inspection.
Glamoured receipts from fuel docks.
She explained that the radio was down for repairs and showed them a pile
of radio parts on the galley table.
Ginger root and a bottle of soy sauce. More glamour.
A butterbar lieutenant explained that they could impound the boat.
"Destination? Purpose?"
Anywhere but here? Jas smiled briefly. She picked a place on her chart
console. "Grand Cayman. I'm meeting family. We're emigrating to the
Moon."
"You won the lottery. Quito? Or one of the other beanstalks?"
"Quito is closer."
"This looks suspicious, ma'am. A river barge in open ocean. We need to
open all your hatches."
"One at a time, please. It's a long swim."
They were done in twenty minutes. Jas was surprised at how little fresh
water was left in the tanks.
The boat had filled up with river water once they'd entered deep river.
They were riding high now.
After the coasties left, Icky reappeared by Jas's side. "Maybe you should
make a radio? Life jackets? All the things they asked about."
"You're looking better."
"The ginger helped. Thanks. I think the boat's sick."
"Sick?"
"I don't think it likes saltwater. It's a living thing. It's excreting
salt on every surface."
Jas ran a systems check. "We need water."
"Magic up a membrane and some daemons. Or make them in your maker. Have
you read the owner's manual? It's quite possible the ship can grow a
water-maker."
Jas looked at Icky blandly. She groaned. Jas pulled up files for this
vessel.
The table of contents, alone, was fifteen pages.
"Gimme that," Icky said. She ported the manual to whatever device a demon
uses to read computer files. "You work on the radio. I'll work on the
things that can kill us."
Jas ginned up a marine radio set. It met minimum standards. She also made
life jackets and survival suits for the four of them. She studied the
owner's manual. At the end of the day, the ship was growing a mast for a
radar set, a lightning rod and antennas. It grew strainers so it could
eat small fish, squid, and shrimp. It was growing twelve de-sal units and
a lifeboat. Icky reinforced the bow and the stern, and began the process
of extending each and reshaping them. She started construction of an
awning that would weather a super-typhoon.
"Is the shower bigger now?" Jas asked. She needed to shower twice a day
now. Sex with demons was just as messy as sex with red caps.
The demons smelled better, though. Tasted better, too. Sulfurous, but you
got used to it.
"Haven't changed the shower yet," Icky said. "Next on my list, after a
real bed."
"I think it's bigger now. Are you cooking something?"
"Squick is."
"We don't have a galley."
"We do now. We need a name for this vessel."
"Fool's Errand. That's the name I told the Coast Guard."
"Adding the name to our stern. What's our home port?"
"April City."
"Is this food or dog vomit?"
"It's curry. Eat it."
Tentacles first appeared in the shower. High-efficiency water dispensers.
Soap dispensers. Scrubby fingers.
Orgasm guaranteed!
As the rames for the awning grew, Jas noticed buds for tentacles.
"Cargo handling equipment," Icky said.
"Of course they are." Jas sighed. There were tentacle buds in the bed,
too. Life was going to get interesting, soon.
They stopped at Grand Cayman for fuel, fresh water and stores. Jas used a
passport that Yara provided, Amoy Panis. She paid for things with a real
credit spike, using actual real electronic money.
Progress.
They weathered a storm in the harbor there. Tropical Depression A. Four
days cooped up in that harbor. Jas bought food and supplies from the
bumboats that came around. She also bought spices.
She manufactured a bow and tested it. It was an improvement on the old
design. She set the ship to growing arrows for her. She practiced with
the bow, firing at a target in the weather shield that now stood at the
front end of the cargo deck.
She couldn't match Sheena for rapid-fire precise shots, but she did well
enough for an SCA demo.
The second night they were there, the ship woke them at two in the
morning. Jas untangled herself from the dogpile of demons, boobs, and
tentacles. She glamoured up clothes and padded outside, sword in hand.
A noise above her made her look up.
"Lights," she said. Lights came on around her.
The cargo-handling tentacles had caught an intruder.
Good Tom glared down at her. He bit the one of the tentacles that held
him.
Jas stabbed his foot.
He yelped.
"Knock that off," Jas said.
"No spells. Put your weapon down. Let me down right now."
"Do you see slave glyphs on me?"
Good Tom grew still.
The demons came out of the cabin.
Jas said. "Squick, love, fetch me my hat," She curtsied. "Please."
Squick said, "On it." He returned with her hat.
Jas stabbed Good Tom again. She drew blood this time. She wiped the blood
on her hat and grinned. "He's wicked fast," she said. "Strong as a
baboon."
Icky said, "Kill him. Feed him to the recycler."
"Ew," Jas said. "I don't want his body parts in my next bowl of
hausfruit."
"It's dodgy to throw his body in the harbor. Someone will find it."
Good Tom said, "A soft heart. You won't kill me."
"The fuck I won't." Jas smiled. "Baby killer. Did you beat your wife to
death?"
"She lives. The babies live, too."
"Don't fuckin' lie to me." Jas stabbed him again. She looked around.
"Where there's one red cap, there's others."
"I'm alone," Good Tom said. He did something with his fingers.
"Gag him," Jas told the tentacles. "Bind his hands. Break them if you
have to. Watch him. He's a tricky bastard. Mind control and glamour."
Jas used her Viz1 to check the ship systems. She found a plastic kayak
and paddle floating nearby. No heat signatures. Nothing on T-wave. Fish
on the fish sonar.
She had the cargo tentacles pass him, tentacle to tentacle and dropped
him on the saddle that Icky used to entertain herself and Jas. She had
the ship bugger him and rape his mouth with a tentacle appliance.
"Bath," she said. She used a fire hose. "Soap him up. Remove his body
hair. All of it. Shave his head."
Jas went inside for a moment. She came out with a box of dermal patches.
She started applying them on Good Tom's body. "This will cure your
warts," she said. "This makes your bones smaller." She applied patches to
his chest. "This makes the milk come in. Anxiolytic so you stop
struggling."
He struggled and grew wide-eyed.
*Yara!* Jas yelled internally.
*What?*
*I need help.*
*Nuh-uh.*
*I've learned a lot about genetic coding in the last week. But you know
more than I do.*
*What do you want?*
*I want to remake him.*
*Kill him. It's simpler.*
*Taller. Bigger.*
*You want a stronger monster?*
*Female. Can you give him your DNA? Make it look like he tried to change
his identity with Green magic?*
*That is not easy. What if he escapes? What if the demons take his side?*
*We can turn him in for your bounty.*
Yara considered that. *Knock him out,* she said. *It's visually
disturbing, raping a man like that.*
*They raped you. Me. Us. Visually disturbing?*
*You've established dominance. Now exert control.*
*I've never rooted around in a mind before.* Not seriously. She'd touched
minds to glamour them.
*Oh for fuck's sake.* Yara minded her own body. She nodded to the demons.
She touched a finger to Good Tom's forehead. She recoiled in disgust.
*Gaan,* she said to Jas. *You owe me.*
She put Good Tom a coma. Then she disconnected his mind from his body.
*If he's ever done this to someone else,* she said, *he'll know how to
undo it. Shackles. Five-point restraint. Cover his eyes. Bind his
fingers. Gag him. If he vomits, he dies.*
Jas called up ship systems on the Viz1. She started manufacturing items
in the maker. Then she started construction of a vertical sleeping pod
with special restraints.
Yara placed inhibitors on every voluntary muscle. One by one. She
regulated his breathing so that if he struggled, he would run out of air.
*When did you learn how to do this?* Jas asked.
*It's what they do when they capture me.*
Jas called up research papers filed by Dr. Quintana T. Longstockings. She
found relevant articles and saved them.
Yara stopped. *It might be easier to place you in this body. Displace his
mind entirely. You want a male body? This one is male.*
*Ew. Oh, gods, no.*
*Stop thinking like a girl.*
*The demons plan to collect the bounty on your body.*
*I wasn't aware.* Yara made a decision. She hunted around for her specs.
*Use the Audio2.*
*I'm making a phone call.*
*Audio2.* Jas activated it.
*When did we get brain mods?*
*Fuck if I know.*
Yara made the call.
"Hi. This is your Monday patient, telling you that all is well and the
mods are settling in beautifully. Sorry for the two a.m. call. I need
more patches. Can you ship them overnight to this address?" Yara looked
around. *Where are we?*
*Grand Caymans. At anchor. The Fool's Errand.*
"Grand Caymans. Payment as before. Ah. Reconstruct my baseline, please. I
also need, ah, soma changes. Male to female. Relevant articles attached.
Is this purely speculative or are these commercially available? Please
reply soonest. Tel-ID attached."
She disconnected the call. "I just told everyone where we are. Bureau 13,
anyone who's listening."
*They already know. The Coast Guard boarded us. We haven't lost telecom
coverage. Anyone in the gov could trace our signal, track our progress.*
"Oh, fuck me," Yara said. "What's the point of running if we can't hide?"
*Trying to avoid this sod.* Jas pointed with Yara's nose towards Good
Tom.
Icky said, "Princess? You're gracing us with your conscience?"
Yara grunted.
"What's the royal plan?"
"You wish to collect a bounty? For returning me?"
Icky nodded.
Yara nodded at Good Tom. "There I am. Some reconstruction pending."
Icky laughed. "Why would I agree to that?"
Yara sighed.
"You're asking me to break my word as a demon. To lie, cheat and
deceive." She swooned.
Yara rolled her eyes. "Gold or favors?"
"Neither." Icky tapped Yara above one boob. "Vocational training, per my
contract. You can do most of it on-line, like college studies. The boy
can mind your body in the real world."
"The whole point of body swapping was to avoid certain indignities."
"Typical royal mind rot. The common people can pay for my sins." Icky
swooned again.
"I didn't earn this."
"And he did? No, not that wart. Tommy Boy has more than earned his trip
down under." She fondled Good Tom under his loincloth. "Your champion.
Did he earn any of this?"
"I had hoped the war wouldn't find him."
"Bah. I'm training three unlucky souls but I get paid for one. I am the
font of charity."
Yara blinked slowly.
"But I do enjoy a joke. Let me check that one tiny box on my task
tracker. In return, I will amend the reports. All contracts are squared.
No blood debt, no vendetta, no future payback lurking in your future."
"Who decides when I'm done?"
"I do. We do." She hugged both imps. "Satisfaction, or double the
dicking."
"Doesn't sound appealing."
"I love it when they try to bargain. Here's the deal. You train your
stand-in. We'll help, but only as you request."
"Requesting help from demons."
"Yeah. It's never free, but it's freely available. The Red Chancellor can
judge. You walk in, minding the body you choose and pass Hygiene Boy off
as you. If that succeeds, we're square."
"There are so many ways you can sabotage this."
Icky nodded.
Yara tapped her teeth.
"What's the worst can happen?" Icky asked. "Thirty years of service? A
hundred?"
"Complete and total mindwipe."
"Only if you're bad. I recommend you prime this arsenaut with dreams of
escape. Get him wiped early and hard. Then no one will ever know to look
for you."
"You will know."
Icky smiled.
"These two will know. My champion will know."
"Worried about blackmail?" Icky asked. She touched a finger to her lips
and twisted like a schoolgirl.
"Worried about secrets." Yara asked Jas, *Who is Good Tom? What family
will I owe blood debt to?*
*He's a red cap. I don't know much about his ancestry. He has a brother,
Bad Tom. Several wives.*
*We should kill him. Simpler.*
Jas gave up. *I saw an opportunity. Thought you might agree.*
Yara sighed. *You did well. I'm just ... I thought I'd outsmarted them.*
*You did outsmart them. They were righteously annoyed.*
*But then I woke up and put my head in the noose again.*
*You can thank your mom for that.*
Yara stood. "I'm in. Conditional on a proper transformation that I think
might work." She pointed to Good Tom.
"Sugar tits, you were in from the moment I rediscovered you. Now we're
discussing style points. Art. Minor ephemera."
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