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The Harvest Megan Roman The building had not yet been completed when the first security guards showed up. Some kids had been getting into the construction site at night and tagging the inner walls. The company that was planning to use the building as its headquarters wanted that shit to stop, so they hired a security contractor to watch it. It was Tommy Brower's first job out of college, and he was a little nervous. All he had to defend himself with as he wandered the dark, unfinished halls of the skyscraper in the small hours of the morning was a flashlight and a radio. The only working elevator was the slow-as-hell freight elevator, so if he had to run, he'd have to hoof it. His boss had tried to reassure him that the only thing he could possibly encounter were kids spray-painting a wall, or smoking pot, or doing something else stupid. They were harmless. And that was the only thing he could possibly come across in those dark, unfinished halls. That's what Tommy's boss told him. On his third night on the job, while doing a sweep of the 28th floor, Tommy heard something that wasn't a kid. "Hey, boss," Tommy whispered into his radio as he stood stark still. He could hear a man's voice clearly, somewhere on the floor above him. The man was reciting something in a monotone. "There's someone else up here. Get the cops on the phone." He waited for his boss to respond, but there was no answer. "Boss!" he hissed into the radio. Twenty-eight floors below him, Tommy's 68-year- old manager, a man dogged by insomnia on any other night, dozed peacefully in a chair that he hadn't expected to be so comfortable while his own radio made noise. Tommy grimaced and stuck the radio back in his belt -- it took him a couple tries, since his hands were shaking. He went into a crouch and snuck up the stairs toward the source of the voice. *** On a Thursday afternoon that seemed like any other, the creature prepared to claim its next victim. It had waited for weeks, allowing its prey to grow happy and complacent. It had not hungered too badly in that time -- it was able to feed on others, just a little bit at a time, so little they didn't even notice it was feeding on them. They knew it was there. They saw it every day, in the same place at the same time, without ever realizing what it was doing, without comprehending the eldritch nature of the creature that stood before them. They called it "Scarlett." To all who saw her, Scarlett Bonneville appeared to be a lithe, attractive woman with dark brown hair and pale skin. Her makeup was typically a little heavy on the eyeshadow, but not so much as to not be presentable. She was going for businesswoman, not goth. She was a popular, if somewhat authoritarian, branch manager. She'd take her staff out for the occasional drink. She signed expense reports and birthday cards alike. She called for weekly meetings, and checked quarterly earnings, and called other offices to compare numbers. She was not human. Not even close. That Thursday, after everyone else had gone home, and all of the janitorial staff were on distant floors, she prepared to strike. Her hunting gear was a stylish jumpsuit, with a sleeveless, lacey white top and a drab gray bottom. She had tied a colorful silk scarf around her throat because she felt festive. This would be a good meal. "Chloe," she called out into the cubicles, to a pretty little woman sitting at one of the desks, "could I see you in my office?" *** There was a light coming from the doorway to the 29th floor. It was, at that time, one floor short of the highest floor in the building. Without windows or outer walls, its sides were open to the night air. The night was cloudless, and a tremendous moon hung overhead. The light was a cool red that was diffused into the gentle, chilly wind. Tommy shivered hard, even though he wasn't that cold. His most basic instincts told him to run. His most steady paycheck told him to stay. He walked up to the doorway and peeked through it. *** "Yes, ma'am?" Chloe Tysse asked as she walked into Scarlett's office. "You wanted to see me?" Scarlett sat on the edge of her desk and eyeballed the girl. She was young, having graduated from college with a degree in accounting only six months before. Her long chestnut brown hair tumbled over her thin shoulders in wavy locks, framing her round face and pale blue eyes. Her fingers nervously kneaded the hem of her blouse, which hung out over her plaid skirt. Scarlett cracked a sly grin. "Take it easy, Chloe," she said. "You're not in trouble. Come, sit. I want to discuss your future with you." Chloe nodded, then immediately walked over and sat in front of Scarlett's desk. Scarlett sauntered to her office chair and placed herself into it demurely. "You've been performing very well recently," she said. "Your numbers are always accurate. You're my hardest worker today." She folded her hands in front of her. "I think we should discuss more responsibilities. Does that sound favorable to you?" "Ehn... thank you, ma'am, but-" "-Don't decide just yet. I know you have a boyfriend you live with, and I can guess you're worried you won't see as much of him. However, it would come with more pay." Scarlett raised her eyebrows. "Much, much more. How does that sound?" Chloe smiled. "Okay, ma'am. I'll consider it!" The creature could taste her already. The joy. The pride. The desire for more. It had built up so much in this girl in such a short time. "Very good," Scarlett said. "There's just one small caveat. You work late. Very late. I confess, I'm concerned you may be putting yourself under too much stress." "O-oh, it's okay, ma'am. I get out on weekends." "No, no, that's not enough. You need to learn how to relax." She smiled broadly, showing off rows of brilliantly white teeth. "Let me teach you a hypnosis technique." "...Hypnosis?" *** There were men in the middle of the floor. Not stupid kids tagging the walls. Actual men -- six of them in crimson robes, gathered around... something... painted on the floor, and surrounded by candles. Lots and lots of candles. Tall and short, fat and skinny, scented and unscented, mostly melted and brand-new -- dozens and dozens of candles, all emitting enough heat to raise the temperature of the open floor by at least a couple degrees. Holy damn, Tommy told himself, that's a lot of candles. The hoods of their robes were pulled up and over their heads, so Tommy couldn't see their faces. They were chanting in such low tones, Tommy couldn't understand what they were saying. He crouched low to the floor and snuck around the outside of the ring of candlelight and tried to listen in. They were speaking in a strange language that- -Jesus, Tommy thought, is that... is that blood?! *** With her arms crossed, Chloe stared into the circular vanity mirror Scarlett had placed in front of her. Scarlett thought she looked a little bemused. "Look into the mirror," she told her worker. "Really look into it." "Hmmm," Chloe hummed, probably staring at some feature of her face she didn't like. "Don't speak," Scarlett said. "And don't think. Clear your mind. Look into your eyes..." She leaned forward. "And listen... to the sound of my voice." "Understood. Oop!" Chloe went silent. "Calm down, and listen." Scarlett took a deep breath. "Imagine you are lying in a bathtub filled with warm water," she said in a slow, calm voice. "Feel the warmth of the water around you. Feel it between your toes... over your legs... over your stomach, and chest, and shoulders..." Within seconds, Chloe relaxed her shoulders. "That's right. Now... the faucet on the tub has not been closed all the way. Droplets are falling out of it, one after the other, onto the water's surface. Listen to it. Hear it drip... drip... drip..." Chloe's gaze went hazy and unfocused. "Feel the ripples against the water's surface with each drip... drip... drip... A gentle push with every drip... drip... drip..." Chloe's mouth hung open, and her breathing became shallow. Now, the creature thought! *** There was a hideous, bloody lump of flesh laying on the floor next to the circle, with a knife stuck in it, and bloody clothes next to it. Blood trailed off into the circle... Dear god, Tommy thought, it is the circle!! It's blood!! All of it, blood!! He retched. "Hoh!!" cried one of the men in cloaks, on the far end of the bloody circle, facing him... pointing at him!! *** "Someone is talking to you," Scarlett said, her voice suddenly becoming more stern and commanding as she stood up. "Who is talking to you? It is me. Your master!" Chloe shuddered in her seat, her gaze not leaving the mirror. "You feel sublime around her," Scarlett continued. "She gives you peace. She gives you pleasure." Chloe's hands drifted absently up to the collar of her blouse. "You feel the need to be near her. Listen to her. Obey her." Scarlett took another deep breath. "Take off your clothes, Chloe." "Yes, master," the half-awake Chloe squeaked, and lifted her blouse up and over her head, exposing her white bra. With both hands, she reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, then shrugged it off her shoulders. Chloe's small, bare chest was wide open to Scarlett. "Yes, very good Chloe!" Scarlett said. "Take off all of your clothes! Let me see your body!" Chloe lifted her legs and pulled off her skirt and panties... ...Giving Scarlett a perfect view of the younger woman's snatch. "Beautiful," Scarlett purred as Chloe removed her shoes and socks. "You have a lovely body, Chloe. It belongs to me now." She pulled at her scarf with one hand, undoing the knot and tossing it away. With her other hand, she unbuttoned the collar of her jumpsuit and pulled the top of it away from her chest. Scarlett had taken off her bra before summoning Chloe to her office, and her breasts, which were larger than Chloe's, hung freely. She tugged the rest of her jumpsuit down her legs and off her body. "...Wh... what's going on," Chloe mumbled. "Come to me, Chloe," the naked Scarlett said, beckoning over the younger woman. "Come to your master." *** The men in cloaks were on top of Tommy before he knew it. They were inhumanly fast and had seized his wrists and ankles before he could fight back. He thrashed and yelled as they carried him back to their circle and threw him into the middle of it. He hit the floor hard and moaned, then tried to stand up... ...But he couldn't. To his shock, he realized that in the middle of the glowing circle, his arms and legs didn't work. He couldn't even move his mouth. It was like he knew what he wanted -- to open and close his mouth -- but the signal wasn't going through. He had forgotten how. He didn't know. He was scared out of his mind as the men in cloaks gathered around him and started chanting in that strange language. *** "...Master?" Chloe warbled. "Yes, Chloe," Scarlett hissed, pushing her hands beneath the younger woman's hair and holding onto the sides of her head. "I am your master. You came to me when I called you, and then you removed your clothes when I told you." Chloe uncertainly put her hands to Scarlett's sides as the two women pressed their naked bodies together. "That's because I control you completely. Remember?" Chloe was taking shallow breaths. Her eyes looked glazed and lost. "...I... remember..." Scarlett's lips came within inches of Chloe's. "Why else would we be naked right now? It's because you want this. You long for this." Chloe's head bobbed. "Yes, master... I remember... I want this..." "Good. Now, kiss me." With that order, Chloe leaned in and softly kissed Scarlett. *** The circle glowed brighter and brighter. The men's chanting became louder and louder. Tommy felt his body start to shake involuntarily. Suddenly, the feeling of the floor against his back wasn't there anymore. He was looking straight up at the ceiling, and he could see it getting closer... no, he was getting closer! He was floating almost a foot above the circle- *** Scarlett held Chloe's hips and pulled her in as she hungrily sucked her lips. Chloe, for her part, reciprocated by pushing her body into Scarlett's and wrapping her arms around her manager's shoulders. Soon, however, things began to change. Chloe stopped moving as much. Her eyes went glassy and she stood still as Scarlett did all the work of fondling, kissing, and sucking. Scarlett didn't seem to mind; indeed, she was enjoying this. Relishing it, even. The girl was delicious. Scarlett's body began to change, beginning with her hair. Streaks of bright red, orange, and yellow washed through lock after lock of her dark brown hair, painting it the color of wildfire. As this was happening, her pale skin darkened as shades of cyan, both dark and light, seemed to leak from her pores. Where two differing shades of cyan met on her body, they merged and turned into shimmering, reflective gold. Scarlett pushed Chloe to the carpeted floor. Chloe, her eyes still glassy and her breathing shallow, began fondling her own snatch. "...Want...," she breathed, panting, "...want..." Scarlett stood above her, hands on her hips and eyes closed... ...As the final transformation took place. Her fingernails turned black and grew from her fingers an extra inch. Blood-red horns sprouted from her forehead and curled up around her scalp. Her lips were the darkest cyan color, and when she opened her eyes, her irises were unnaturally large and bright yellow, framing pupils that were the darkest black. She smiled. "You want this, my servant?" the thing called Scarlett said, in a voice that reverberated off the office walls. "...Want!" Chloe wheezed, rubbing herself harder. "Then eat," Scarlett said. *** An unseen force lifted Tommy up as the chanting around him grew into a maniacal cry. The words the cultists chanted sounded foul, like the language itself wasn't just dead, but rotting, as it assaulted Tommy's ears. As he floated up, he felt a pull on his legs, which brought them back down... but not too far back down. Soon, he was floating vertically, staring in horror at the cultists in the robes. The glow from the circle was blinding, and the chant was deafening, and the heat was unbearable. *** Scarlett sat on the edge of her desk and held Chloe's head as the younger woman greedily suckled her pussy. "Yeesss!!" Scarlett hissed. "Yeeeeessss!! Excellent!!" She could feel Chloe's pride, Chloe's excitement, Chloe's horniness, growing and swirling around in her. "Very good, Chloe!! Very good!! Mmmm!!" Chloe's emotions were peaking. She would be ready soon. Very soon. Scarlett felt her own excitement peak, and she was soon enjoying a serene orgasm. Chloe lapped up the creature's juices as Scarlett came down. "That was superb, Chloe. Now, lie on your stomach." Chloe complied. Scarlett crawled on top of her, holding the girl's right wrist in one hand and her neck in the other. "Tell me, Chloe," she hissed... ...As something grew in her crotch. Scarlett's cyan skin bulged out, then grew long, and grew hard, into the shape of something resembling a penis. "Do you feel..." Scarlett plugged the pseudo-penis straight into Chloe's vagina, causing her to yelp. "This?!" *** Something appeared in the middle of the glowing circle, something like... hair? Red hair? Tommy was suffering in the immense heat, and he couldn't turn his head down to look, but something was rising out of the circle. The cultists cried something in surprised elation, but continued their chanting, as the something rose up, slowly, slowly, out of the glowing circle... ...And it had a horns! And oh god, it had a face! Its form blackened in inexplicable shadow, with a neck, shoulders, arms... and breasts?! Tommy was far more terrified than titillated, because those arms ended in clawed hands, and he was standing right in front of this... this thing, as it rose out of some unseen reality. *** The creature plowed Chloe's tight snatch, thrusting rhythmically as it listened to Chloe's yelps and moans. The younger woman, with her ass in the air and her chest on the floor, clawed at the carpet. Scarlett could feel her ecstasy bubbling to the surface. She could feel Chloe's orgasms before Chloe could feel them. She didn't shoot any sperm and there was no risk of impregnation, but that wasn't why Scarlett was there. She was there to feed. And with her emotions at their utmost pinnacle, Chloe was ready. The creature pulled out, and her pseudo-penis disappeared beneath her cyan skin. She flipped the gasping Chloe onto her back, put her lips to the younger woman's pussy, and began to suck. "...Want!" Chloe cried, her eyes wide open and her words choking as she ran out of breath. The creature continued to suck. "Wa-ah-ah-ah-!" Chloe's words faded to a squeak. The creature continued to suck. Chloe's eyes rolled back into her head. The creature continued to suck. Chloe's eyes, teeth, and tongue fell away into her head and vanished into nothing. Her face remained pointed up toward the ceiling as she twitched and sank into the carpet, her body relaxing completely... then relaxing too much, as her body began to sag. The creature continued to suck. Chloe's pert breasts flattened. Her chest caved in, followed by her stomach. Her arms, held out to her sides, sagged as her biceps seemed to deflate, with her forearms and hands collapsing as well. Her hips and thighs were drained of everything in them. The creature, being the only thing holding the girl's skin up, continued to suck on Chloe's pussy as Chloe's lower legs were drained as well. The creature continued to suck. And suck. And suck. She sucked out every last drop of that precious fluid, that most raw and rare of elements- *** "Life force!" crackled the lead cultist to the creature that now stood before Tommy in the glowing circle. "Drain it from this pathetic vessel, oh great Lady Dorothraxia, Mistress of the Pit!!" Tommy wanted to scream, but he couldn't. The creature's eyes snapped open, revealing a glowing yellow that he could feel pierce his soul. "Drain him, and gain power in the mortal realm!!" The lead cultist thrust his arms into the air. "We herald the dawn of a new age!! An age of ultimate power and unlimited fury!! An age of our rise, a rise of demons..." The creature's eyes grew brighter as the cultist took a deep breath and shouted, "And the fall of the pathetic race of humanity!!" *** For a few minutes, the creature didn't move. It detached its fangs from Chloe's empty skin-husk, sat up... ...And basked in the feeling of satiation. "Ahhh... that was excellent," she chuckled, licking her lips. Her horns retracted into her head. "This one is much more rich in life force than Scarlett. Mmmm..." She took the empty Chloe-skin by the vaginal lips, stretched it open... ...Then stuck her head inside. She sniffed. "Mmm! What a nice smell." She pointed her hands up and into Chloe's vagina, and in they plunged. Without needing to grip or even hold onto Chloe's skin, Scarlett plunged her arms, and shoulders, and chest all the way into her former employee's empty, prone shell. Chloe's skin stretched elastically to accommodate the creature that had consumed her, and soon it was all the way up to its waist inside her. Scarlett rubbed her face with her hand. "This scent really is amazing," she said. Chloe's life force had left a thin film on the inside of her skin, which Scarlett could feel rubbing off on her. She would soon absorb this, too. "I'm going to enjoy this." Scarlett pulled herself the rest of the way into Chloe's skin, getting her waist and legs all the way inside her. Soon, there was nothing in the office but Scarlett's furniture, Chloe and Scarlett's clothing, and Chloe's skin on the floor. The skin twitched and rustled as the creature inside of it moved around and positioned itself, plunging its legs into her legs, its arms into her arms. Her fingers moved, and her hands opened and closed. Her right arm flopped onto her chest as her breasts re-inflated. Chloe's face, which had retained its original shape even as the rest of her body deflated, contorted briefly, then popped back into its usual shape. Chloe's arms flew out to her sides. Her skin turned the same swirling cyan color with gold highlights as the creature. Her mouth opened, revealing rows of fangs, as she took a deep breath in. Her eyes opened, revealing the yellow eyes of the creature called Scarlett, which now lurked behind her beautiful face. Her eyes closed again. Her skin color returned to its typical Caucasian hue. Her hair, her skin, her breasts -- everything was as it had been before. When her eyes opened again, they were once again blue. Chloe sat up. "Mmm," she said, putting one foot to the floor, then the other, as she stood and adjusted herself in her new body. "It's tight..." She smiled, revealing the creature's fangs. "But it's mine!" Later that night, Chloe's car pulled up to Chloe's small two-story townhouse. Chloe's keys jingled. Chloe's front door opened. Chloe's bag was dropped on Chloe's floor. Chloe's shoes were left by Chloe's coat closet. Chloe's kitchen lay at the other end of Chloe's hall. In the brightly- lit kitchen, Chloe's boyfriend was cooking a meal using Chloe's food while watching a show on Chloe's TV. A shadowed figure walked by Chloe's fern and Chloe's pictures, emerging into Chloe's kitchen. Chloe's eyes were bright yellow. Chloe's mouth was full of sharp fangs, which she held open and on display. Chloe's body walked up to the back of Chloe's boyfriend, who turned and faced her- *** The cyan creature standing before Tommy opened its mouth, revealing rows of fangs- *** -And pecked her on the nose. "Hi, honey," Tommy said. "How was work?" *** "-Uuweeh?!" the creature suddenly blurted, and blinked. In an instant, something changed. The creature's face was no longer covered in unholy shadow. Its mouth was full of fangs, and its skin was cyan, and its eyes were a strange yellow... Tommy saw she was beautiful. Stunningly, exotically beautiful. Tommy also she was confused. Stunningly, deeply confused. "Who are you?!" she asked. "...Aaaagy?" Tommy said, unable to move his mouth. "What?! What are..." She looked down and saw the circle, the light of which was rapidly fading to nothing. "Where...?" She looked behind her and saw the cultists. "Fuck!!" she cried, and ran away. For a few seconds, nobody said anything. Then, one of the cultists spoke: "What just happened?" "...The demon ran... over there," another cultist pointed in the general direction the creature had run. The leader looked to his left. He looked to his right. He looked to his left again and shouted, "Well, someone go get her!!" "...But... she ran away, and-" "-I don't care if she ran away!!" the lead cultist shrieked. "Someone go get the demon so she can eat this guy and give us powers!!" "The hell's goin' on up here?" came the voice of a much older man from the other side of the room. The cultists turned and faced this newest interloper. Tommy could see his boss, scratching his crotch, lope into view. "You fellas can't be here. This is private property." "Back off, old man!" the lead cultist growled, producing a dagger from his robes. "This isn't your business!" "Hey, what'cha got there?" The boss spied Tommy, still hovering several inches in the air, and he saw the robes. He sighed. "Aw hell, don't tell me another of you damn cults are settin' up here again! I had one last week already, an' another one-" With a scream, the lead cultist charged the boss, dagger ready to strike. The old man looked befuddled. The old man looked tired. With the lead cultist bearing down on him, the old man turned his torso slightly and, with a jab so quick Tommy's eyes couldn't track it, punched the lead cultist square on the nose. The lead cultist let out a cry of pain as he stumbled backwards. With two steps, the old man was on him again, delivering a punishing knee straight into his solar plexus, and another blow to his left temple. The lead cultist fell to the floor, moaning and gasping for air as he held onto his midsection. The old man wasn't even breathing very hard, though he still looked a little tired. Tommy thought that was just the way he always looked. The old man shrugged off his security jacket, then uncuffed his shirt sleeves. "Hey, Tommy," he called out, "you okay there, kiddo?" "Ap-ah..." Tommy felt control of his mouth return to him as his toes met the floor. "Nah..." "Are you bleeding?" Tommy paused. "Uh-uh." "Then you're okay. As for you fellas..." The boss pulled up his shirt sleeves, revealing biceps that were larger than some of their heads. "I figure I oughta teach you a little lesson 'bout... respectin' private property..." After Tommy was checked by an EMT and the cultists were hauled away in the back of a police van, Tommy was asked to give a statement. He told them that dark magic was used, and that they were trying to summon a demon. He wasn't sure why he didn't tell them they were successful. The use of magic was unusual, but not unheard of. The Heroes League was called to let them know that potentially dangerous dark magical items were at the site. Given it was after 2 am and there wasn't anyone at the local Heroes League HQ who could handle magical items, they decided to sit on it until daylight. The boss said it was okay, and Tommy could keep an eye on it to make sure nobody else decided to mess with it. And that was that. The cops left. The boss sat back in his chair and dozed. Tommy was back on the 29th floor, staring at a circle of blood on the floor. Pig blood, to be exact, the kind that butcher shops throw out. The flesh was from a chicken, from the same butcher shop. The police had been up there and had searched the whole floor, but hadn't found a sign of the demon... if there was a demon. Tommy wasn't sure exactly what happened. He was beginning to think that the cultists' dark magic had somehow messed with his head when he heard a voice come from a distant corner of the floor. "...There," he heard someone whisper. He turned on his flashlight and pointed it in the direction he had heard it come from. "Shh," he heard, very softly. He walked toward the noise. "Want-no, shut up!! Shh-shh! Want-shut!" It sounded like... two voices? He followed the sounds, and they led him to a wall of wire spools. "Shh-no!" He saw a movement to his left. He swung the flashlight that way- -And there was a naked lady. She wasn't the demon -- she was a blonde woman with a bodacious rack and thick hips. "Can we have sex?" she asked politely. Tommy was speechless. "I'm supposed to have lots of sex-" "-Nah-ahhhh!!" another naked woman suddenly rushed out from behind the pile of wire spools. This time, it was the demon. She grabbed the naked woman and tried to pull her back, but it was too late. She saw that Tommy saw. "...This isn't what it looks like!" she cried. "-Wh-" "-I'm not a monster! I'm not evil!" The demon-girl hid behind the naked lady. "I'm not gonna eat anyone so please please please don't kill me I know humans are really super-good at killing magical creatures so please- !!" "-Whoa, hold on," Tommy said. "Stop. Who... what... are you?" "M-me? I-I-I'm a fairy... sir." "...A... fairy?" The strange demon/fairy-girl nodded. "I-I know, with the horns, it's weird, and I don't have wings, and that spell those cultist guys were doing? It was supposed to summon a demon, but they must have screwed it up completely because I swear, I'm a fairy, like in Shakespeare!" Tommy was lost. "A Midsummer Night's Dream? Is that still around? King Oberon, Queen Titania...?" "Are we gonna have sex?" the naked lady asked again. Tommy was thoroughly confused. He was going to need to sit down at some point, and soon. "Just... please, tell me who you are." *** "Dorothra," Tommy said, kissing the hissing monster-Chloe on the cheek. "How was your day?" Chloe closed her mouth and looked sullen. "You could try to act scared," she pouted. "You're just too cute when you try to be scary, Dee," Tommy chuckled. "Hey, I made marinara for spaghetti. Do you have any room after...?" He pointed to Chloe's whole body and waved his hand around. Chloe shrugged. "I'm fine. I'm only eating accumulated life force." She took the spoon and tasted it. "I'm not actually wearing a person, after all. Needs more oregano." "I know," Tommy replied, "not about the oregano, about the... you-not- killing anyone thing." He tasted it himself, then took a shaker of oregano and popped the top off. "These suits you use, what are they made of again?" "Magicitic rubber," Chloe replied, putting her hands to her mouth and stretching it out, pulling it up and over her head. The real head of the fairy girl Dorothra emerged from Chloe's skin. Her real skin sparkled under the kitchen lights. "If you know the right spells, you can create a human-shaped shell with it, fill it with a wild spirit, hypnotize it into believing it's human, then send it into the world to gather life force from the environment." She eyeballed Tommy up and down. "Humans spray out life force whenever they experience strong emotions. Spirits, however, draw it in. Happiness, frustration, pride..." She reached around him and put her hands down his pants. "Lust..." "Whoa! Hey, hold up," Tommy chuckled, "I've got something on the stove right now. After dinner?" He turned and saw her head was poking out of "Chloe's" body. "You want me to wash the Scarlett suit later?" "I'll do it," she replied, kissing his neck. "Don't the... what are they again? Wild spirits? Don't they mind you eating them?" Dorothra rested her head on his shoulders. "You're making meatballs with the marinara. Don't the cows and pigs and whatever mind?" She kissed him again. "They're wild, Tommy. Plus, wild spirits don't usually live long anyway. They exist two, three weeks before disappearing into the aether." She paused. "Also, keep in mind: they'd eat you, given the chance." "Man... wild spirits, huh?" He stirred the pot of boiling water as he threw the spaghetti in. "What does life force taste like, anyway?" "Like nothing, actually," Dorothra said as she pulled a couple plates out of the cabinet, along with two forks and two knives. "But I need it to live, and I don't know the spells to get back home, so..." She put the plates on the table. She stood there, in silence, for several seconds before Tommy realized something was amiss. "Hey, whoa," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "Don't feel bad, Dee. I'm here." "...Do you think...," she sniffled, "anyone in Queen Titania's court... even notices I'm missing?" "I'm sure they're going crazy looking for you," Tommy replied. Dorothra turned and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's shoulders. There, in the privacy of their home, she could be herself. There, she could be honest and truthful 100% of the time, instead of lurking in her homemade, and typically animated, costumes. So she didn't feel too bad by telling him, "They probably aren't!" The next morning, Chloe arrived at the office early, before anyone else arrived. The old security guard was napping in his chair behind the desk. Tommy had been there until recently, when he was re-assigned by the security company he worked for to a different building. She rode the elevator up to the 29th floor, where her life on Earth began, and where it continued. Once she got there, she looked around. Seeing nobody, she snuck into her manager Ms. Bonneville's office, locking the door behind her. No evidence of the feeding from the night before was left over, and nobody had seen Ms. Bonneville's car leave. Chloe reached into her bag and pulled out Scarlett's magicitic rubber skin, then unfurled it on the floor. She followed that with Scarlett's clothing from yesterday, which she laid next to the skin. "O-kay," she said, lowering herself to her knees, then hovering over Scarlett's empty face before giving the empty lips a kiss. There was no mass behind the face and nothing to kiss her back. As Chloe crouched there with her lips to the mask, she chanted something softly, too soft to be heard from even a short distance away. Slowly, volume began to return to the Scarlett skin. Her head, then her chest and breasts, then her arms and hands, then her stomach, hips, and legs, all started to inflate as Chloe sat crouched over her. A pair of eyes rolled forward into her sockets, and within moments, Scarlett laid whole, and wholly naked, against the carpeted floor of her office. Chloe quickly corrected that: she slipped a bra over Scarlett's breasts, and panties over her snatch; she rolled Scarlett's legs up as she pulled on her stylish jumpsuit with the drab gray bottom and sleeveless, lacey white top; she slipped her pumps back on her feet, and tied a colorful silk scarf around her neck. Scarlett was now fully dressed and lying on the floor of her office. She blinked, then turned her head to Chloe, who sighed. "Your name is Scarlett Bonneville," Chloe said. "You work as a financial services branch manager for ASTRALCorp's Information Services sector, Northeastern Division." She held out her hand and helped the silent Scarlett to her feet. "I've given you everything you need to know about how to do this job, who works here, and where you go when you're not in the office. For the next two weeks..." She took a deep breath. "Live. Do... everything. Anything. Take up a hobby and be shitty at it. Go to a bar, go home with a guy there, and fuck him hard. Get in a fight with someone. Take up a totally different hobby and be great. Start an exercise regimen, do it for a couple days, then ignore it. Make friends. Lose friends. Et cetera, et cetera." Scarlett blinked. "Now," Chloe said, taking a few steps out of the office, "I'm going to count down from three, and you're going to turn around and sit at your desk. When I reach zero, you're going to remember everything I just told you, but you're going to forget that I told you. When it's time for you to remember again, I'll talk to you about the drips. Drip... drip... drip. Then you'll remember. Do you understand?" Scarlett nodded. "Good. Now... three." Scarlett turned and walked to her desk. Chloe walked a short distance to her own cubicle, where she set her bag on her desk next to her computer. "Two." Scarlett sat at her desk as Chloe watched her from around the corner. "One." Scarlett sat upright at her desk, looking ahead. "Zero." Scarlett blinked. *** "Are you going to be here all night, boss?" Chloe asked, and Scarlett looked up from her work. "It's already 7:30. I was about to leave." Scarlett looked slightly lost... ...Until she wasn't. She grinned and chuckled. "I know, I shouldn't work so late." She leaned back in her chair and rubbed her eyes. "I've just been feeling so frustrated with some of these reports. I send in the quarterly projections, and my reviewers send them back with all these ridiculous corrections. Honestly, it seems like they derive pleasure from making me upset." Chloe was leaning against the doorframe. "Isn't it sad how some people are like that?" "It is sad," Scarlett nodded. "But you still feel proud that you can do the job, right? I mean, they want you to fail, but you can keep up with them." Scarlett laughed and nodded. "Yeah! It's a lot of emotion, all right." Chloe smiled. "You need to learn how to relax," Chloe said, closing the door behind her. "Let me teach you a hypnosis technique." Happy Halloween :)