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| There Ain't No Justice |
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| #127 |
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Morphology
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by Ace Lightning
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"She changes everything She touches, and everything She touches changes..."
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"Change is...touch is...touch is... change is...
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Change us! Touch us! Touch us! Change us!"
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"We are the changers; everything we touch can change..."
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- contrapuntal lines of a popular Neo-Pagan chant.
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The envelope from Australia contained a six-page letter and an airline
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ticket. The letter began, "Someone actually BOUGHT some of my stories. If
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I'm not careful, I'll become a Famous Author. Anyway, I paid for your
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ticket with some of my ill-gotten gains." Ace knew better than to dispute
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her good fortune; and besides, she'd been wanting to visit Arifel for
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*years*.
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* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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She trudged through the arrivals gate at the airport in Melbourne,
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scanning the crowd for only an instant before spotting the faintly
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disreputable-looking character in black jeans and a Skinny Puppy T-shirt.
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He saw her at the same moment; an overweight middle-aged woman in a
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brilliant purple tunic outfit, metallic-purple toenail polish gleaming on
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her sandalled feet. They dashed towards each other and collided in a
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vigorous welcoming hug. They chattered and laughed all through the process
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of collecting baggage, finding a taxi, and giving directions to Arifel's
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place. By the time they got there, they were finishing each other's
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sentences.
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They might have talked all night, not stopping even during dinner, but
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Ace's internal clock had been utterly disrupted by the long flight and the
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16-hour time differential. Arifel teased her gently about yawning in the
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middle of nearly every word. "Er, you take the bed, of course. I'll just go
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arrange the sofa cushions in the bathtub... it's quite comfortable,
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really..."
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"Don't be silly. You know I'll sleep in your bed, with you. And all I
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want to do right now is *sleep*. My body doesn't know whether it's bedtime
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or the middle of next week!" Without a trace of self-consciousness, she
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stripped off her clothes and slipped into bed.
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Arifel was unsure about how to respond. The sight of Ace's naked body -
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sagging neck, drooping breasts, midriff roll, pouched belly, fleshy thighs
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and upper arms, flabby buttocks - was far from arousing. But they'd been
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friends, and more than friends, for a long time, with a deeply felt mutual
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affection. Finally, with a mental shrug, he undressed and got ready for
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bed. When he slid in beside Ace, she was already asleep.
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* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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It might have been daylight outside when Ace awoke, but the thick black
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curtains kept the room gothically dark. She got out of bed as quietly as
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possible and headed for the toilet. When she was done, she tried to get
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back into bed quietly, so as not to wake Arifel.
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"Don't worry; I'm awake."
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"Sorry. We can go back to sleep. I just had to pee."
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"It's okay. I'm awake now anyway. Want some breakfast?"
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"I'm not hungry yet." Under the covers, she took his hand. "It's just so
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*wonderful* being here with you! I haven't even properly thanked you for
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sending me the plane ticket." She gave him an enthusiastic kiss, and they
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slid together into a friendly, full-out hug.
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They were both naked, and Arifel had just woken up; his morning erection
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bumped against her thigh, and he said "Oops..."
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"We *could* do something about that, you know..." she said, looking him
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straight in the eye. The unvoiced question hung in the air between them for
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a long moment. Then he pulled her closer to him and kissed her, gently but
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with intense passion; by way of answer, she opened her mouth and began
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questing softly with her tongue.
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Considering all the cybersexual adventures they'd shared, their actual
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lovemaking was hesitant at first. She badly wanted to stroke his penis, but
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confined herself to tweaking his nipples lightly. He gasped, and she felt
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his erection twitch and harden against her leg. In turn, he caressed her
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time-ravaged body with unbearable gentleness. He marveled at her
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responsiveness; her nipples had stiffened at his merest touch, and when he
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nibbled one lightly she trembled and began to writhe. He reached down to
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finger her clitoris; she whimpered faintly, thrusting herself against his
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hand, and ran her fingernail along the underside of his penis from base to
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tip. Then their hands and mouths were all over each other, stimulating and
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titillating every erogenous zone. Ace wondered dimly how his fingers seemed
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to be teasing both nipples *and* her clitoris at the same time; but she was
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too aroused to think very clearly. When he kissed the tiny "signature"
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tattoo between her breasts, she moaned and opened her legs, arching her
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pelvis against him to receive his thrusting, throbbing penis inside her. A
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few minutes of the ancient dance, and they reached orgasm simultaneously,
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which surprised them both.
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* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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They lay in each other's arms for a while, enjoying the afterglow, until
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Arifel's left arm grew numb. He shifted position, and she looked
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questioningly at him. He seemed to want to say something, but not know
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quite how to begin. Finally he spoke.
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"Ace... you know those metamorph stories of mine? Well, they're true,
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sort of..."
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"What do you mean, 'sort of'?"
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"Well, I really can change my body's shape to a limited degree. I can't
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negate gravity, or excrete weapons-grade plutonium, but I *can* change the
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basic form of my body. I, er, grew myself some extra fingers just now..."
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"I noticed. I didn't know *how* you were doing it, but it felt so good I
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wasn't going to ask questions!"
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"Tricks like that. Fairly simple shape-shifting. I'm afraid that the
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stories aren't completely true about being able to make one other person a
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metamorph. I can't make you a metamorph. I'm still sort of a beginner
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myself. Maybe when my powers are more mature, I can change someone
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permanently. What I *can* do, though, is sort of 'loan' you the ability
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temporarily. It'll hurt like hell for a few hours, and then you'll be able
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to change just like a full metamorph for about a day and a half. Then it'll
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hurt some more when the ability goes away. If it's any consolation, it'll
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hurt me too when I give it to you, although not nearly as much. Would you
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want to try it?" he asked almost shyly.
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"Wau. Yes, I think I *do* want to try it. How many times can I be a
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temporary metamorph?"
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"Just one. As far as I know, everyone who's tried it twice has died in
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horrible agony. The human body just can't take the overload. I *think* you
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would survive if you were permanently transformed... but I can't do that
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for you."
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"I'll take the temporary conversion, definitely. Breakfast first,
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though. Am I right in assuming it takes a fair amount of fuel for our
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bodies to do this?"
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"You're right. Breakfast first."
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After an enormous meal, Arifel explained a bit more of the metamorph
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process to Ace. He showed her some of what he could do. He made his hair
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waist-length and bright purple; he grew a third eye in the middle of his
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forehead, then playfully transformed it into a miniature penis. "I'm not
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going to do a full-body transformation right now, though, because that
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takes a fair bit of energy, and I want to have that energy available for
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triggering your temporary change."
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"Just exactly how will that work?"
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"It's awkward to explain in words, but it's like magick, in a way. I
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make physical contact with you," - they both smiled at that - "and I just
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*will* your body to become changeable. It's an energy drain on me, and I
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feel an echo of the pain of my own, um, 'metamorphosis'. But you, my dear,
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will feel almost as much pain as in a complete transformation. The only
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consolation is that it only lasts a few hours, instead of days."
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"I'm ready. We might as well do it now. Would it help if I put myself in
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trance first?"
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"Hmmm, I never thought of that. Yes. It might just make it easier for me
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to trigger the process in you."
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They clasped hands. Ace closed her eyes, and her lips moved slightly.
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Arifel knew she was repeating some sort of hypnotic mantra. Her body
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relaxed subtly, and when she finally spoke, her voice seemed to be coming
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from very far away.
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"Now..."
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Still holding Ace's hands in his own, Arifel leaned toward her and once
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again kissed the tattoo over her heart. As he did so, he concentrated all
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his will into giving her the ability to shape-shift. Her trance state did
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seem to make the process easier, but his breathing grew ragged and a fine
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sweat broke out on his face as he poured all his energy into her. He knew
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he had succeeded when he felt the familiar burning sensation beginning on
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the deepest cellular level. He sat back and let go of her hands, and let
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the painful ecstasy take him...
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Deep in trance, Ace felt the energy Arifel was sending into her as a
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tingling sensation, almost like a mild electrical shock. This merged with a
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strange burning, as if each individual cell in her body were responding
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simultaneously to cold and heat. At first it was almost pleasurable,
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especially with the unmistakable "feel" of Arifel's mind behind it. But
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then his presence dropped out, and the burning and tingling intensified
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rapidly. It soon grew so painful that she snapped out of trance, into a
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hyper-aware state composed entirely of bone-deep pain. She could feel
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herself breaking out in a sweat, and each individual droplet burned like
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acid. The stink of her own sweat was the foulest stench imaginable. Her
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eyes were open, and even in the dimness of the black-curtained room, all
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colors were too bright. The sound of her own labored breathing was an
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intolerable din. She wanted to scream, but she found that her body was
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unable to move or respond. She could only lie there, helpless and in pain,
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while her cells strove to adapt themselves to alien functions. Dimly she
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remembered the time she'd tried to trip on baby woodrose seeds without
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burning off the strychnine-containing seed coat. This was several orders of
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magnitude worse.
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Time passed. Her bones were red-hot metal, her skin was bathed in liquid
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nitrogen. Sounds and colors and textures and smells assaulted her, until a
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kind of synesthesia of pain set in, and she heard pressure and tasted
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light... and ALL of it was unbearable. In the tiny corner of her mind that
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always remained rational, she wondered how much worse it had been for
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Arifel, becoming a full metamorph.
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Arifel felt his pain ebbing; each time he gave someone temporary
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metamorph powers, his own agony seemed to get shorter and shorter. He felt
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that he'd actually miss it if it ever completely stopped being painful. He
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blinked and stretched, and looked at Ace lying rigid and semi-conscious
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before him. She still had hours of torment to go, and she needed what
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little help he could give her.
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He got some ice water, and carefully moistened her feverish lips with
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it. He spoke to her, in the softest of whispers, knowing that even his
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attempts to relieve her pain would be painful.
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"I'm sorry. It's not like in the stories. I can't take away some of the
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pain by touching you. The only consolation is that it'll be all over in a
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few hours."
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The ice water scalded her lips. His words were a cacophony that
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assaulted her ears, but carried no meaning. Her brain was a pitifully
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fragile meat-thing, sizzling and shriveling in a pool of glowing magma...
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Something had changed. She didn't hurt any more! Although her senses
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were still heightened, Ace found that the stimuli were merely intense, not
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agonizing. Arifel's arm was behind her shoulders, helping her sit up, while
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he held a glass of cool water to her mouth. She drank gratefully, savoring
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the feeling of the refreshing liquid as she swallowed it.
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::Take it easy, Ace. You're all right now. You're a metamorph... at
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least for a while.::
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::Wau. Hey, I actually feel *good!* Now how do I.... ARIFEL! I'VE GOT MY
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TELEPATHY BACK!::
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::Yes. That's one of the things in the stories that *is* true.::
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::Do you think it'll stay when I change back?::
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::I don't know. This is the first time I've ever changed someone with
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your particular history. People who weren't telepaths to begin with don't
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keep the ability when they change back. But we'll just have to see what
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happens.::
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::Wau again. Um, now, how do I do it? Just think about it?::
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::Basically, yes. But let me show you how it's done. I can spare the
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energy now for full transformations.::
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His features began rearranging themselves, bones shifting beneath the
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skin, shapes twisting and sliding. It was almost nauseating to watch, but
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at the same time weirdly fascinating. The transformation was quick. The
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figure before her had waxy, corpse-pale skin, divided into precise squares
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by many bloodless straight-line cuts. At each intersection of the lines, a
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metal spike protruded. ::The ultimate Pinhead mask...:: Arifel thought.
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::Impressive. I know that's one of your favorites. But can you change
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into something a little less ...intimidating?::
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::Your wish is my command, my dear...:: Again that shifting and
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twisting. Her friend now wore the semblance of a barely pubescent girl of
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about fourteen, with short, pale-blonde hair and too much eye makeup; she
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looked like a cross between a goth, a punk, and an early-60's "mod". Even
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the mental "voice" had changed. With a delighted cry of recognition, Ace
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spoke aloud. "DAVA!"
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::In the flesh, so to speak.::
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::I never thought about how convenient it would be for someone with
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multiple personalities to be a metamorph. Now each of you can have your
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proper body! Dava, love, you look *exactly* the way I thought you would!"
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Dava's black tank top and leather jeans went away. ::D'you like what you
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see, then?::
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::Um, actually, well, yes...::
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Dava leaned over and gave Ace a wet, sloppy kiss, with plenty of tongue.
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If she expected to shock the older woman, though, she was disappointed. Ace
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returned the kiss with enthusiasm, then bent her head to suck the girl's
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petite pink nipples. Dava's fingers (nails painted iridescent black and
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severely bitten) went to Ace's crotch, causing her to squirm closer and
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plunge her own fingers into Dava's pale-furred slit. Their bodies tangled
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and writhed on the bed, and Dava nibbled aggressively at Ace's breasts.
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Somehow the sinuous young girl maneuvered herself into a "69" position
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relative to Ace, and they found themselves eagerly tonguing each other's
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genitalia.
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::It's been a *long* time since I made love to a woman,:: Ace
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apologized.
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::You're - ooh! - doing okay so - mmmmnh - far!::
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::You're not too - uuuuhhh - bad yourself...::
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Dava plunged her tongue deep inside Ace, using it like a prehensile
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phallus, and Ace lost her own rhythm on Dava's clitoris as she suddenly
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came. It took a few moments for her to regain enough composure to finish
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the younger woman off the same way.
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::Sorry; I told you I was out of practice.::
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::Not to worry.:: came Arifel's mental "voice", and with another vision-
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twisting shift, the body beside her on the bed became male again. ::But YOU
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haven't morphed at all yet.::
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::I've been busy...:: she giggled. She concentrated hard on her new
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bodily awareness, and began to transform herself. At first the process kept
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getting away from her, and one feature would drift back to its original
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form when she paid attention to another. But soon she got the hang of it,
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and smoothly changed her body to an idealized version of her self-image.
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The new body was younger-looking, slimmer, taller, and had longer hair, but
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was still recognizable as Ace.
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::Very good, for a first effort.:: said Arifel. ::But you ought to try a
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few other forms too.::
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::Won't I lose the ability sooner if I use it a lot?:: she asked.
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::No; actually, the more you morph, the *longer* you keep the ability.
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But when you do change back, the process will be more painful.::
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She shuddered, thinking of the agony she'd just endured. ::But I think
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it's worth it, if I can keep these powers a bit longer.:: She concentrated
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again, and became a reasonable simulacrum of Madonna. When Arifel smiled at
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this, she exaggerated the resemblance, caricaturing the pop star's pointed
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breast-cups and bleached-blonde hair. A sudden inspiration struck her, and
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she continued the transformation through Jean Harlowe, Jayne Mansfield, and
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Marilyn Monroe. As Arifel began to laugh, she ended the sequence with
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RuPaul, cracking him up completely.
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::Whew! That's hard work!:: she commented.
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::It gets easier with practice. Now try something less familiar, like a
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male form. RuPaul doesn't count.::
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::Okay. But this is going to take a bit more imagination.:: Slowly, and
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with a number of "erasures" and false starts, she transformed her body into
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a remarkably handsome young man. "He" was slim, but well-muscled, with
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light brown hair, amber eyes, and a sweetly curved butt. The genitals were
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the last part to transform, but when they were done, "he" was remarkably
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well hung. The mental voice remained unchanged, though - female, and
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unmistakably Ace's.
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Arifel stared appreciatively at the young "man's" impressive equipment.
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Ace caught the stare, and enlarged the penis to half a meter long. As
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Arifel's eyes widened, she made it tie itself in a knot. They both giggled,
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and she reduced it to proportions nearer the average human male's.
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::I always wondered what it felt like to have a cock...:: she thought.
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::'Fascinating':: ...and she added the suggestion of tilted eyebrows and
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pointed ears.
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Arifel's response was to kneel in front of this young Vulcanoid Adonis
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and take the head of the penis into his mouth. The fact that the
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personality radiating from the figure was still that of a middle-aged woman
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didn't seem to bother him. He squeezed the testicles gently, while pressing
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hard on the spot behind them.
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::Wau. So that's what it feels like. No wonder men like blowjobs so
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much!::
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::You like this, hm?:: he said, running his tongue around the tip. Ace's
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male body shivered, and "his" erection swelled and grew more taut with
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every flick of Arifel's tongue. Suddenly Arifel drew away, leaving Ace
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aching with lust. ::I think you'll like this too...::
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Arifel quickly morphed into a copy of Ace's idealized female body. ::Now
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you *can* fuck yourself!:: Ace's mind was totally blown. She was in a
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beautiful masculine body, extremely aroused, making love to what looked
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like her own body, now inhabited by her dear friend Arifel. She quickly
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brought the female body to a matching state of arousal, and entered "her"
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deeply. All coherent thought fled in a state of complete gender and
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identity confusion. Arifel's female body, with her own responses, reached
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orgasm in a few moments; the internal muscular spasms triggered the
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beginnings of her male body's own orgasm. But as "he" began to ejaculate -
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another new experience for Ace! - the orifice surrounding it turned into a
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rectum, as Arifel resumed his normal bodily form. When the final spasms
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subsided, she reverted to her own form as well. They lay in each other's
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arms, as Ace tried to sort out the bewildering series of sexual experiences
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she'd just been through.
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::Sshh. Everything's okay. Was that a little too much for you?::
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::Not really... I just never thought about some of these things before.
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Oh, I thought about them in an abstract way, I suppose, but I never thought
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I'd *experience* them personally. Thank you!::
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They simply cuddled for a while, without verbal or mental speech,
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content just to be together. Then Arifel sent, ::You know, this *does* take
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a lot of fuel. I think we'd better get something to eat again soon.::
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::I think you're right. All this morphing is depleting my energy. And
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we've been fucking like bunnyrabbits as well. Speaking of which...::
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Morphing was getting easier and easier. It took relatively little effort
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for her to assume the form of a sleek grey rabbit, long ears, wiggly nose,
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fluffy tail, and all. Not a humanoid rabbit like "Harvey" in the old Jimmy
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Stewart movie; simply a pretty grey bunny the size of a human being. ::Hey,
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now I can wiggle my nose!::
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As they laughed, she returned to her preferred human form.
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* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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They passed the entire afternoon and night, and all of the next day,
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morphing into various forms, occasionally finding new sexual permutations
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in the process. Ace learned how to transform herself into everything from
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graceful winged things to furniture. Arifel was patient with her,
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encouraging her to try the most improbable shapes, and showing her some of
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his own more exotic variations. In the constant semi-darkness, they lost
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track of the passage of time.
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Ace was attempting to assume the form of a miniature Lear Jet when she
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realized it wasn't working. Her body reverted to its everyday form,
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complete with cellulite and wrinkles. Then the deep icy burn began to
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attack from within. ::Uh-oh...::
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* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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It really was worse this time. She was being electrocuted, frozen to
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death, flayed, and drowned in boiling acid. There was not even enough
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consciousness left for synesthesia; only relentless pain. Arifel felt no
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pain himself this time. He sat beside her, knowing better than to touch her
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or make any sound, but also knowing that his presence was a comfort to her.
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::It'll be over soon, dear Ace. I hope it was worth it for you.::
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Time passed. She was being compressed, constricted, boiled down to a
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mere fraction of herself. Her mind was being forced back into its cramped
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box of bone. All senses were being reduced to one, and that sense was pain.
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She longed for the power to weep, but once more her body refused to
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respond.
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Eventually it was over. Arifel was helping her sit up, comforting her.
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He held a mug of tea to her lips this time; somehow the warm, fragrant
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steam helped her ground herself in the here-and-now.
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"Arifel?"
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"I'm here. You're fine; just take it easy for a bit."
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::Arifel?::
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::Arifel...??::
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Nothing.
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She collapsed against him, sobbing....
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* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was written as a conscious attempt to fit a story of
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my own into Arifel's science-fiction universe, in direct response to the
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"Metamorph" story recently serialized as several TANJ files. There is a
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joyous irony in it, however: not long after I wrote it, Arifel actually
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DID (to his own great surprise) help me get my telepathy back!
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-- Ace Lightning
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