Vol.4 Ch.8 – The Price Of A Name VIII

Chapter 8: The Price Of A Name VIII

Elaine's squad was pinned down. Fucking Taliban. Broken up and scattered, the media had said. Fucking bullshit.

Their squad was hunkered down in the shittiest little hovel in this shitty little slum, surrounded by enemies, all of them armed to the teeth. Judging by the explosion that had sent them scampering for this dump at least one of those guns was a fucking RPG.

Of course, there was a way for them to make it out of this bullshit but it involved doing something Elaine had done her best not to in front of her squad mates. She'd have to use her magic.

“I'll go out first,” she said.

“Then you die first, Caldwell,” the loudmouth said.

“I won't,” she said. “I just need y'all to trust me.” She paused, then added: “And don't freak out.”

“Caldwell's gone done lost it,” one of the soldiers muttered.

Elaine rolled her eyes. She didn't have time for this shit. Instead she reached for the Winds of Magic around her. There were a lot, attracted by a heady cocktail of fear and resignation. Half the squad thought they weren't going to make it out alive. Ironically, their pessimism had attracted enough of the Winds to let her make it untrue.

Bit by bit she assembled a shield of hexagonal crystal chips that slotted together into a half dome shape.

“What the fuck, Caldwell?” one of them stammered.

“Am I seeing shit?” another asked.

When she was done she created three little crystal daggers. They weren't quite swords but they would suffice.

“You guys ready?” she asked.

“A fucking magic lesbian,” the loudmouth said but he was grinning ear to ear. “Alright Caldwell, let's fuck their shit up.”

“Finally you're speaking my language,” Elaine said, then turned towards the only exit.

Instead of kicking the door down she nodded over at Collins, who was carrying the fat breaching shotgun everyone had told him would be overkill on this mission and Collins diligently pointed it at the door, then blasted it off its hinges.

Before the dust had a chance to clear Elaine charged out of the door, already feeling the impact of bullets against her shield. But that was okay. That's what it had been designed for. So long as none of them got cute and tried aiming for her feet she'd be fine. And they didn't. Center mass shot after center mass shot. Either they didn't believe their own eyes or they thought they could overload her shield. And they wouldn't, unless that guy with the RPG got involved. Speaking of.

She saw the big, bulky weapon being leveled at her, waited until the moment the guy was about to pull the trigger, and then sent one of her crystal daggers at him.

The RPG had only just been fired by the time the dagger struck the projectile, causing the grenade to explode right in the guy's face, killing him and blowing his gun into uselessness.

“Now,” she shouted, “go, go, go!”

**

“What happened to her afterwards?” Mare asked.

“They made it out alive, obviously,” Typhon said.

“I figured that by the fact that Elaine is still around,” Mare said. “But what about the aftermath? In her position I would have been worried the government would try to dissect me for having magic.”

Typhon snorted. “Elaine was worried about that as well. Thankfully none of her squad mates made any mention of magic during the debrief.”

“Not even the loudmouth?”

“Especially not him,” he confirmed. “Now, come on, next one.”

Mare was starting to wonder what this was about. She could have avoided all these memories and clearly she didn't need to watch these. She was starting to wonder if Typhon was acting like a proud father, showing off his daughter's accomplishments. And then, of course, Typhon showed her something that no proud father would ever show off.

**

Elaine looked down at the sweetheart she'd met at the club and felt a predatory grin spread across her lips at the sight.

The girl was tied down to the bed with Elaine sitting astride her, the girl's face almost melted into a mask of ecstasy. She was cute and eager, just the way Elaine liked her lovers, and right now she was rolling her hips against Elaine's fingers working in and out of her pussy. The girl was soaking wet, almost in tears with the need to come, the filthiest squelching sounds filling the bedroom.

The angle was a little awkward, with Elaine leaned back so her hand could reach the girl's pussy, but it was worth it for the amazing sight of the girl practically losing her mind with pleasure.

“Please... please...”

“Please what?” Elaine teased, her fingers slowing down to give the girl time to answer.

“Please...”

“You have to tell me what you want, kitten,” Elaine purred, running her thumb gently around the girl's clit, far too gently to let her come.

“Please let me come, mistress...” the girl whimpered and Elaine shuddered in delight. She hadn't even told the girl to call her that but she certainly appreciated the title.

“Sure, kitten,” Elaine purred, then scooted forward a little until her soaking wet pussy was right above the girl's face. “If you can make me come.”

“Yes, mistress,” the girl whimpered, opening her mouth wide and reaching out with her tongue as far as it would go.

Elaine gave the girl a soft smile, then sat down on her face as she started really working the girl's pussy.

**

Mare was very glad she hadn't straddled Elaine on her bed because she was pretty sure her real pussy was soaked with her juices right about now.

“Why show me this?” she asked.

“Isn't that exactly the kind of thing you were hoping to see?” he replied.

She didn't have anything to say about that. Thankfully Typhon didn't expect a reply as he continued:

“I told you. I want you to know what kind of person Elaine is. Watch the next memory and you'll know why this one was relevant.”

Mare didn't argue. She simply shrugged and reached for the memory Typhon was indicating.

**

No no no no no, this can't be happening. This is real life, not some kind of hentai bullshit. This shit doesn't just happen.

Elaine was currently freaking out.

She'd had the most wonderful dream, waking up to find herself with a big, sturdy 10-inch cock where her pussy should have been and of course, knowing that she would soon wake up and go back to her perfectly normal pussy, had decided to try and see just how realistic her dream was. By jerking off like a lunatic.

So confident had she been of the fact that she was dreaming that she hadn't even considered where her cum was going to go. And so when it had fountained upward, barely missed the ceiling and then splattered down onto her nightie she had assumed she would be waking up momentarily and that the resulting mess, well, wouldn't.

Except she was now beginning to realize that she was perfectly awake, that the fat cock between her legs was entirely real and that, furthermore, so were the globs of pearly-white cum all over her nightshirt.

And so she had done what she felt any person would have done when their own body image was so thoroughly upended. She'd screamed.

Once she was done screaming she started pacing up and down in her room, wondering what the fuck she was supposed to do about it. The fretting had continued right up until the first glob of semen had dripped down onto the floor, reminding her that she was still soaked in the stuff. She had spent the last seven years keeping well away from that particular fluid and so that stain on the floor, finally, was what made her snap out of it.

She cleaned up, showered and then went to find the Professor. If anyone could tell her why she suddenly had a cock where her cunt should have been, he would know.

As she began changing into her uniform she had a moment of profound panic. What if someone saw the bulge? This thing was massive and absolutely unnatural. Real life wasn't hentai, where futas could just run around with big, obvious bulges and nobody would bat an eye. And so she found herself the tightest pair of boxer briefs she had and a bandage to tie it down. She had sworn to herself long ago that she would never, for any reason, bind down her impressive breasts but this thing? No, this had to go.

Although it had felt pretty g— No. She snapped herself out of it before her mind could go down that path. In real life this made her a freak, nothing more. She had to get this examined. Stat.

**

“She seems pretty fine with it now,” Mare said.

“She does,” Typhon agreed. “Having four partners who don't see an issue with it helped.”

Mare bit her lip. Okay, she understood what Typhon was trying to tell her. If she wanted to get with Elaine not only did she have to be okay with the bitchbreaker she carried between her legs, Mare also had to make sure not to treat her like a freak for it. And quite frankly Mare felt a little offended by that. Did she sometimes come off as rude because of the way she acted in her own body? Yes, but that didn't mean she needed coaching to know not to make fun of Elaine for this, especially because she very much saw it as something to be impressed rather than disgusted by.

But she didn't say anything about it. She simply let Typhon lead her to the final memory he wanted to show her. And now that she stood before it she could tell this was the one. An almost imperceptible hum emanated from the memory. This was what she had come here for, she knew it.

**

Knowledge slammed into Mare. This wasn't like the other memories. This wasn't a nice little anecdote to teach her about this person she was inside of. This was nothing more and nothing less than the memory of Elaine learning... no, not learning. There was no learning process here. This was knowledge being downloaded directly into the brain. No context, no emotions, just magical theory being crammed into her skull almost faster than she could absorb.

Now she knew what Elaine had meant. This was orders of magnitude more complicated than any spell she'd ever woven. It hadn't looked like much, other than the fact that it was clearly highly effective, but in truth it was staggeringly complicated. The actual acid wasn't the difficult part either but the rest of it was. The spell was practically alive, equipped with its own algorithms, changing its behavior dependent on several different virtual sensory inputs, changing viscosity and molecular movement in accordance to a thousand factors.

The acid itself was incredibly strong but also somewhat slow-acting, requiring the spell to constantly swirl and cycle to quickly erase layer after layer of what it was stuck to and just letting it do that while keeping it viscous enough to cling was a magic trick in and of itself.

But that wasn't a problem for Mare. She didn't need to sit down and study this spell. She just needed to weather the tidal wave of knowledge long enough to simply know it.

**

When Elaine came to she was lying on her side, face to face with Mariana. The girl was staring straight ahead and a trickle of blood was running out her nose.

“Hey, you okay?” Elaine asked, pressing a hand to the girl's cheek.

Mariana blinked a couple of times, as if drawing herself back to reality. “You look like you've seen a ghost,” the girl said. Her voice was as halting as it had been before but there was nothing out of the ordinary about it.

Elaine gave her a soft smile, then pulled out a tissue and wiped the blood away from under Mare's nose.

“What are— oh.”

“Yeah,” Elaine said. “So, you okay?”

“Yeah,” Mare said. “That was just... a lot.”