Lynx
‘Hey Rin-Tin-Tin, I smell you in your den.’ Laughing at my joke of how I can smell my urine coming from the harpies room. I watch as Rez enters our dorm with the guys following her in, but that’s not my goal right now. I’m on a mission at the moment, and walk over to the bitch crew’s door.Why are these harpies going after my Rezzi-Bear so hard?I have a gut feeling it’s not because they are jealous. Yes, Rez is hot, funny, and overall a good person, but something just isn’t sitting right with me. Plus I’m nosey as hell. What else is there for me to do? Ever since I came to be with my Rezzi, I’ve been watching over her. It’s my job, it’s in my DNA to be there for her—to be her everything. Her best friend, her cheerleader, her confidant, even provide her the angst that she needs in her life at times.
‘Hey Willow. What’s happening?’At least her name was better than Knots.
‘Hey, little fur baby. How’s it purring?’Willow, the door knight, rolls her R’s, and I swear it’s so sexy. I wish Rez knew how to roll them. I bet if I taught her, then we could role-play all night long. Now that is a visual that can last me a lifetime.
‘I was hoping you could help me out, sugar tree. I feel things are about to heat up, and I need some intel that only you can provide.’
Willow laughs, and I’m so glad she doesn’t have a deep connection to the funky chickens behind this door, so they can’t hear her.
‘You’re such a sweet talker. That Rez of yours is a lucky lady. Knots talks about her all the time. How about this, since I can’t stand those—what is it that Rez calls them? Herpes?’
‘Harpies,’I answer.
‘Yes! Since I can’t stand those harpies and they don’t respect me at all, I’ll let you in if you agree to bring Rez over so I can meet her.’
Holy hairy fox balls! She’s actually going to let me in?
Willow has been a plethora of knowledge around here. I learned very quickly that Door Knights have an internal communication network between them. They all talk, and if you’re on their good side, just talking to them, you can learn a lot. That’s been my route so far, but this… WOW.
Door Knights are fierce protectors. They don’t let anyone in that doesn’t belong. Their tales were told to me as a child before I left home to find Rez. My father outdates Methuselah and I used to listen to those stories as a child while he was trying to get me to sleep. As you can imagine, I wasn’t an easy child to force into bed, so the stories captivated me until I fell asleep. Hell, according to my species, I still am a child. But I’m being allowed entrance by one, so either this is my lucky day, or the harpies really did a number on Willow. However you look at it, my gain.
‘You got yourself a deal.’
Since my powers were slowly coming back, I had regained one of my nifty tricks. With a thought, I feel myself change into my ferret form and pray my illusion works. It’s been seven years, so I’m a little rusty with holding an illusion, so hopefully this holds during my trip. Ready to test it out, I step back and stand front and center of Willow.
‘Can you see me?’
‘No, your glamour is on point, and I’ll help if I notice them start having suspicions,’she says, cracking the door open for me to slide in.
‘Thanks.’I feel the door close behind me, and I start to walk down the hallway when a thought hits me.‘Oh, and any idea where I should look first for their evil deeds?’I ask, since I have no clue how this place is set up, and knowing Rez, she won’t stay in that shower forever. I don’t want her worrying about me. Then again, I should be able to hear her if she calls. I’m not that far away.
‘They don’t have a gym like you do. They did something to the room that feels ‘off’ to me, so just be careful. Oh, and the entire gang is in there.’
‘Thanks, Willow.’
I slink on down the hall with soft paws. Thank god my claws are trimmed. Sure enough, their living room is hopping with perky, preppy, Pepto-Bismol bimbos. Try to say that five times. It’s like the show "Legally Blonde" blew up in here and covered the place in pink. Even their clothes, which most aren’t even wearing.
Hey now, what’s this? I’m here to get intel, right? So, it only makes sense to get closer and eavesdrop. I don’t want to mishear anything from being so far away. Racing over, I tunnel underneath the nearest sofa. Music’s playing some upbeat pop song in the background, and I peek over the shag carpet, to see legs spread open with a pink shag carpet blanketing a deflated balloon between them as someone is licking. Talk about the carpet matching the drapes.
Hearing moans, I look up higher, and there she is, the Queen of the Harpies being serviced by none other than her barbie sidekick. Well then, I guess she’s not that cock-hungry. She throws her head forward and grabs the blonde she-devil, grinding her balloon into her face. Eww. Please tell me that it actually smells better than it looks. If I had an erection, this would be the place to lose it. Disgusted, I take a step back to return to my mission, and that’s when I notice her ears.
They look perfect, like nothing was ever done to them. Wasn’t she in the cafeteria with blood speckling her bandages? Hmm, something smells fishy… and it’s not the fish woman in the corner doing shots.
Wanting to get out of here as soon as possible, I run out from under the couch and down the hallway where I assume would be Moni’s room if this were our dorm. The first door I look into isn’t the office or the laundry room. It’s more like a library room, but there’s a desk in there, so I creep inside.
It’s too risky to change forms to search through the desk drawers, but I do notice a crack in one of the openings. Crawling up the chair, I reach over and slide into the desk drawer. Finding a thick letter, I pull it out with my teeth towards the opening to see better. I can only read half of it because the top half has either black ink spilled across it or it’s spelled so that I am unable to read it.Dang it!
I don’t care how you do it, but take care of her. She cannot be here. Our alliance is riding on this. It’s either this or your freedom, dearest Daughter, your choice. By any means necessary, I will back you in this. But she cannot stay here.
Of course, the fucking letter isn’t signed or dated.Damnit, this person could be talking about anyone, but my instincts tell me it’s about my Rezzi-Bear. Frustrated, I still have to check the room Willow spoke about. If anything, I can give her a heads up on what it is. Pushing the letter back in the drawer, I crawl off the chair and make my way out the door. Back down the hallway, I can see that it’s turned into a massive orgy now. Wrinkling my nose at the sight, I silently snort.Gross. No thank you.Even the shifter mating in the hallway was more appealing, and they did some crazy ass knotting sex. Hmm, then again, at least it provides me a good distraction.
I shudder when I hear another moan, and continue down the hall where I come to the next room on the right. It’s cracked open, so I carefully squeeze through without touching the door and freeze. Smack dab in the middle of the open space is a pentagram. Surprised by my find, I take in a sniff of the room. That’s definitely blood. My family is skilled in spotting magic, but my ability has been fucked with ever since Rez’s mother died. I’m at a disadvantage here.
A sudden bout of homesickness hits me, and it’s the first one I’ve had in 20 years. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t trade the life I have with Rez for anything, but right now I’m missing my family more than anything. I haven’t talked to them in about eight years and it hurts not being able to easily reach them like I used to. I swear everything changed for me that day in Indiana. Even at the lowest, when I found myself unable to comfort Rez, I didn’t miss home as much as I do now.‘Dad, I wish you were here.’He would know how to fix this mess or be able to tell me what kind of magic was still lingering in this room. Whatever it is, the effects have the little hairs on my back standing up like static cling. I’m out of my element here. I creep around the side of the room, making sure not to touch the pentagram. If touched, I could pick up the residual spell, or it could even allow them to track who has touched it.
A Grimoire standing on a desk in the back draws my attention, and I slowly make my way over to take a look. I climb up and peer over the first page, and it’s a cloaking spell for dark blood magic. Shit. It doesn’t mean that they’ve done anything yet, but I know I need to see what the ingredients are first. This way, it will give me an idea of how powerful the spell is and how dangerous these girls can be.
