Noticing, Day 3“Hurry up, Ash!” Laurie said from outside the bathroom. I woulda said something back, but whatever I had eaten the night before had given me a diarrhea fit something awful. I wasn’t outright groaning, but nothing about this was comfortable.
When I was done, I almost wanted to step on the scale and weigh myself to see if I’d lost a visible amount of weight. It felt like I had, that was for sure. I decided against it, though. I had to get ready for school and Laurie needed her shower. I just splashed a little water on my face and then left the bathroom.
I walked into my room and grabbed my phone. There was a text from Grant.
Sck, wont be at scool, he said. He was probably shitting himself stupid, just like I was. Made me wonder what he’d eaten last night. Great, now I had scripts to get to him and no way to get them to him until I type them up after school. Maybe I could get them typed up in a free period.
I pulled off my sleep shorts an
Noticing, Day 2I smacked my alarm clock to shut it off and sleep in a little bit more. Since when did I set an alarm clock? I generally woke up on time regardless. Meh. I must have been concerned I wouldn’t. I didn’t even want to open my eyes. I’d been having a weird dream that I sorta wanted to get back to because I wanted to remember it. I wanted to use it as the basis for a part of our webcomic. The damn birds were chirping again. Stupid birds.
After 20 minutes of not sleeping in, I slid out of bed and onto my floor. Yancy, our dog, walked into my room and started licking my face. It tickled a little, but I got to petting him and he calmed down some. I hurried him out of the room so that I could go take a shower.
As the water ran down my body I went to grab my razor and shaving cream. I didn't know why, because I usually shaved in front of the mirror. That didn't change, either. All I shaved in the shower was my legs. I felt better afterward, but I still couldn't figure ou
Noticing, Day 1I woke up to the sounds of birds chirping and an annoying reminder that I had to get ready for school manifested in the form of my twin sister banging on my door and yelling at me to get my ass out of bed. I sat up and yawned, then fell right back down and closed my eyes. “Go away, Laurie!” I shouted through the door. It didn’t take long for her to open the door and stand there, cross armed, with a glare on her face. “Go away,” I said more calmly.
“Dad’s been trying to get you up for ten minutes now, the bus is gonna be here any second!”
I covered my head with a pillow. “I went to school yesterday, why wasn’t that good enough?”
I heard her walk over to something in my room, pick it up, and then drop it on me. I found out seconds later that it was my bookbag. “Get up and get dressed. Like four minutes to bus.”
I let the bookbag hit the floor and pulled myself out of bed. I was still tired, but it was the hango
The Unfortunate Experiences of Mike Cross, Part 2I looked at the clock for about the billionth time. Twenty minutes had passed since I texted Terry, and still he was nowhere to be seen. The asshole only lived three houses away from me. I couldn’t stand just sitting on my bed waiting for something to happen, I had to go do something.
It occurred to me that I hadn’t really taken a look at myself since I woke up. Sure, I knew what I looked like, but I hadn’t really taken a look at myself. I walked over to the mirror on my closet door and took a good, long look at the girl I’d become.
Had I been a guy, a girl that looked like I did now would have probably given me the hardest boner I could imagine. I had the curviest figure possible for a sixteen year old girl, wide hips and huge boobs. If they weren’t D cups, I’d be amazed. My hair had been brown before, and it was fiery red now. My face, though obviously Eve’s, looked somewhat like my mother’s. I wondered if Eve had d
The Unfortunate Experiences of Mike Cross, Part 16“How the fuck am I doing this?!” Eve screeched.
“How the fuck is she doing that?!” I screeched in pretty much the exact same tone of voice.
It took Allie a second to compose herself, but she finally asked, “Um… Is… Can she do that just because this realm is connected to the human world and the mansion is manipulated by magical girl energy?”
Lilith shook her head. “No, these realms, though connected, can’t interact like that. Abigail or I couldn’t walk out into the human world without hosts, succubi are nothing but energy in a way. We have no true physical form, only what form the magicks give us when we’re not possessing anyone.” To demonstrate, she put her arm through the doorway between worlds. For a moment, it was as if her arm had been cleanly severed at elbow level, it looked disturbing and painful, even though I didn’t think she actually felt pain because of it (I really didn’t know).
The Unfortunate Experiences of Mike Cross, Part 15Mom stepped into view in her standard, succubus realm form: a dark red dress and matching heels, her hair a similar shade and falling in waves down her back. Short Hair, Redhead and Bethany all looked some mixture of relieved and surprised, though they couldn’t possibly know that the woman who’d just entered the garden/room/thing was the succubus queen they would want to kill. Allie and I were the only ones relieved because there was a reason to be relieved.
But now I was even more confused. Mom couldn’t hold her real form outside the succubus realm. But this couldn’t be the succubus realm, because I would have been able to feel it if it was. Nothing about this was making much sense except for the fact that Mom was actually about to come to my rescue. Holy shit, maybe we were actually more of a family than I thought.
“Abigail, undo your aunt’s hold on Allison and your sister,” Mom said. I hadn’t even heard Abbie there. After
The Unfortunate Experiences of Mike Cross, Part 14“Now, remember,” Allie said, “they don’t like accepting people in who aren’t already members of the Order. You’ll have some clout because of me, but the others will be looking at you like some kind of abomination.”
I finished tying my hair into a ponytail and glared at her. “You’re kidding, right? Abomination?”
“I wish I was, but Kathy Dufresne’s sister came by last week to bring Kathy her lunch, and Mistress Bethany had me erase the last six months of her life to make her forget Kathy was ever a magical girl.”
Okay, that was concerning. “They wouldn't do that to me, would that?”
She took a deep breath, then exhaled. “There is a slight possibility of a yes.”
“So I could wake up tomorrow having forgotten everything about my life for some time?”
“We should try to avoid Mistress Bethany at all costs, yes.”
Wow, this seemed like a much better id
The Unfortunate Experiences of Mike Cross, Part 13Of course the mall was full of a shitton of people which made me a thousand percent more nervous so nervous in fact that I couldn’t really think in complete sentences I could only think in one giant jumbled mess that only aided me in drawing my attention to the massive amount of people who could at any point in time accidentally come upon a conversation being had by three succubi including the succubus queen as well as the magical girl who was just fighting to help her sister and the hot guy just trying to get his girlfriend back and
Eve, Evie, Eeeeeeeeeeve… Calm down, Mike said. You’re making it hard for the audience to follow.
Bite me, I’m practicing for when this turns into a reality show.
Why are you calm right now?
Because you’re freaking out enough for both of us.
Thank you so much for telling me that.
“You doing okay?” Terry asked, ever th
The Unfortunate Experiences of Mike Cross, Part 12Loki groaned first. “Oh, for chrissakes. I’m not getting into another family spat between you two.”
Terry asked, “Another?”
My eyes never left Abbie’s smiling face. I wanted to strangle her. To drag her back to Mom and demand the two of them leave my life alone. She had no right to do this to Mike or me. It’s like she went out of her way to make sure she screwed with my life.
Of course, she probably did, and going to Mom and demanding them out of my life would be more trouble than it would ever be worth. I couldn’t blame Loki for not wanting to be in the middle of this. I didn’t want to be in the middle of this.
“Oh, my dear, sweet little sister,” Abbie said, reaching for Terry’s food tray and taking some french fries, “you really think I was fooled by the whole host thing? You didn’t register her, you had a motive that you didn't want Mom or I to find out about.”
The Unfortunate Experiences of Mike Cross, Part 11The girl stood there with her hands on her hips and just kept smiling. I didn't recognize her in the slightest, so why she called me “little sister”, I couldn't figure out. Was she delusional? How had she gotten in my house? Who the hell was she?!
She wasn't talking to you, she was talking to me, Eve said. Can I have control for a second?
You have a sister?!
We’re not biologically related. I’m the only kid my mom has had, but Abigail was raised by my mom. We're as close as you and Allie, though. Lemme take over, okay?
This being only the second time I’d taken complete control of Mike’s body (not counting times she was asleep so that I could masturbate physically, of course), I was a tiny bit disoriented, but that didn't last long as I focused on Abigail.
Just based on the shirt she was wearing, I could tell she’d modified her host’s bust size. She was wearing a skirt, so I couldn't outright tell if s
The Unfortunate Experiences of Mike Cross, Part 10Terry kissed me, his tongue submerged in my mouth. His hands were all over, pinching my nipples and squeezing whatever he could. I clung to him, incapable of going anywhere else, and not wanting to anyway. I was exactly where I needed to be. I wrapped my legs around his waist and did everything I could to feel his monster near my pussy.
One of his hands slid to my ass and squeezed, gently at first but then tighter. It almost made me yelp in pain, but that was quickly replaced by maddening arousal. His body was slippery with sweat, as was mine. I couldn’t wait for him to take me.
That was when I had a thought. I rolled us over, moving on top of him. I raised my body until I was positioning myself directly over his cock. I broke off the kiss and sat up straight, then began to lower myself onto his throbbing member. His hands reached for my breasts, and mine joined them.
It took no time for me to encase his cock inside me, and I felt wonderful doing it. I slid my fingers between his
The Unfortunate Experiences of Mike Cross, Part 9Gerry stood there, looking at me holding my phone, hearing that ringtone that he knew was his, looking at his phone knowing he was calling me, likely to find out if I was gonna come to the lake party. If I was lucky, he wouldn’t put two and two together and connect me with me.
But since when had I ever been lucky in the last week?
“Mindy?” he asked as he approached us. She perked up somewhat, likely because she and Gerry had been practically inseparable back when we were younger. If not for Mindy being into girls, I would have assumed they were dating back then. “Whaddya got Mike’s phone for?” Had he really not put it together?
As if participating in a surprise strip poker game wasn't bad enough, Mindy had to go and blow my cover. “Because she left it with me. I’ve got a purse, and - obviously - she has no pockets.”
I smacked myself in the face. “Thank you, Mindy. Thank you so much.”
The Unfortunate Experiences of Mike Cross, Part 8“Get up, girl!” Mindy shouted at me. When did she get in the house and why was she screaming at me? I rolled over and covered my head with my blanket. I didn’t want to get up, I wanted to sleep. Hopefully a dreamless sleep because another dream about wild Terry sex would drive me insane.
Oh, you love him and you love the dreams, you know you do, Eve said. The way she said it, I imagined she was sitting on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other.
“Mikey, get. Up. C’mon, you’re gonna love this!” Mindy was being very determined.
I rolled onto my back - Keep your mouth shut, Eve. - and uncovered my head. “What?”
Mindy was smiling. “Get your best white shirt on, we’re going to the Anderson Twins’ lake party.”
I groaned. “Why? There's almost no reason to do that except to let boys see me in a wet tee-shirt.” And then my brain started working. “That’s also why
I Live With A Witch (Chapter 28)
I don’t know how long I stood in the room. The clock on the wall was busted and the night was still keeping the room in darkness. I simply stared at my sleeping father, and I thought. I thought about what he had told me, thought about all the pain in his voice and in his eyes. Then I thought about how I had felt coming to see him, and how I had snarled and roared at him like an animal. I tensed up as I thought about how much rage I had felt when I had walked into the room, and how that had changed in such an outstanding way.
I felt an odd pain in my chest. I tried to push it aside, but the more I pushed against it, the more it seemed to hurt me. I turned my face away from my father and looked at the window outside. There was a small sliver of light over the horizon as the sun was beginning its rise. As I watched the shade of light begin to paint the sky I couldn’t help but feel my eyes begin to water again. I wanted to be a child again, like I had been with Eva only the oth
I Live With A Witch (Chapter 24)
We were all back at the cabin. I was still a neko toddler, sitting in Eva's lap. She was sitted at the table and staring at the wooden surface lost in her thoughts. I leaned back to try and make eye contact, but she didn't seem to notice me. Eva's mother was darting around the kitchen, making tea from the looks of it. She didn't speak and she didn't look at us. I felt nervous. I had met Eva's father, and I knew what he was like...but what was Eva's mother like? What would she think of me? How would she respond?
After what felt like an hour, she turned and sat down at the table. She placed a cup of tea in front of Eva and herself. She then pulled out a small glass of milk and placed it in my little hands. I was going to explain that I could drink tea as well...but the kitten in me was too excited by the milk. I began sipping away happily, blushing a little in embarrassment. While I drank my milk, Eva and her mom didn't touch their tea.
"So, when were you going to tell me about him?" Eva
I Live With A Witch (Chapter 31)
The shopping trip, while long and strenuous, was almost a mere glance by as we finally made our way to my old home…my mothers house. Unlike the hospital where dad had been, my house was only about 40 miles from the cottage, and only about 5 miles from town. It took no time to reach there after we were done shopping for potion ingredients. The whole time, I barely said a word…I didn’t want to. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. My mind ran with variables and possible things I would say. It felt so similar to when I was going to visit my father. Then, as well as now, I had longed to scream and cuss at my parent…to tell them just what loathsome monsters they were…but unlike with my father, I knew my mother too well to even suspect she would be repentant.
Eva knew I was feeling uneasy and she did everything she could to cheer me up. She spoke comforting words to me…tried using her magic to cheer me up…but nothing she did eased my anger.
I Live With A Witch (Chapter 30)
For about a week, things proceeded as normally as could be expected…with Eva around of course. Talk resumed as it normally did and the thoughts of my father became less and less prevalent on my mind. I read in the paper about 4 days after meeting him that he had passed away. Though I was saddened, I had gotten the closure I so desperately needed, and I wasn’t nearly as distressed as I expected to be. Eva said this was a good thing…and maybe it was. However, it wasn’t until Saturday, a little over a week after that whole incident that Eva and I were eating supper and Eva said something shocking.
“I’d like you to talk to your mom too.”
This was not what I had expected to hear.
“WHAT?!” I practically spit out the potato that was in my mouth. “You want me to meet her again!?”
“Why not?” Eva asked. “You met your Dad and things worked out fine with him, didn’t they?”
“Dad was different. Mom
I Live With A Witch (Chapter 29)
“Christian, wake up please!” I rolled over in my sleep, trying to block out the noise…I didn’t want to get up. I wanted sleep. I’d been up all night. “Christian, get UP please!!”
“Eva, let me sleep.”
“But it’s morning you sleepy head!” Eva argued.
“Yes, and I was up all night, remember?” I asked. We had gotten home from the hospital and Eva had kept me as a kitten until we got to my room. She had tucked me in my bed and turned me back, leaving me to sleep for a while. I wanted to sleep longer. I opened my eyes slightly and saw a sliver of light. It was still morning…I needed sleep badly. “Go away for now. Wake me at noon please.”
“It’s eleven thirty.” Eva laughed.
“Then I get thirty minutes of sleep left.” I quickly covered my head with the pillow.
“But I made a surprise for you!” Eva moaned. “I made you breakfast in bed!” My head
I Live With A Witch (Chapter 27)
I sat in the living room, waiting on Eva to return from the backyard. She had wanted to go and grab some peaches…which I first found odd because the only fruit trees she had were apple trees…but she simply winked at me and told me “that’s not an issue.” I took her word for it and let her go. I lay back in the chair and sighed. Things had really improved since that day at the park…and things had gotten a lot better between Eva and I. It was like we’d torn down a barrier between us that day…a barrier I didn’t even know existed.
“I’m back!” I looked up to see Eva walking through the door. In her arms was a basket of peaches and a newspaper on top of the fruit. She set the basket down and grabbed a peach. She quickly washed it in the sink and took a bite. The juices dripped down the sides of her mouth and she giggled. “Tasty!”
“Can I see the paper?” I asked. Eva nodded and handed it to me. E
I Live With A Witch (Chapter 26)
I can’t say that things went back to normal after that night with Eva’s mom and that punishment. Eva’s mom had left and Eva and I had the house to ourselves again. Eva tried to smile and act like nothing had changed, and though I desperately wanted that to be the case…I knew it wasn’t. The truth was that I hadn’t smiled once since that night. Though it was all an illusion and none of it had been real…it seemed so frighteningly real. My fists still remember the blood on them…and my mouth still remembers the taste of that blood.
More than anything though…I remember the rage…that anger. I felt the adrenaline….the fury in my heart. I wanted to destroy and to kill. I wanted to inflict as much pain as I could and when I finally did get to…I was relishing it. It was just like the old days when I fought for a living. It took me back. I hated that feeling. The worst part was that I just couldn’t forget it. No
I Live With A Witch (Chapter 25)
When all had cleared, I looked around me. The place I stood seemed so oddly familiar. I knew it well…but I couldn’t place it off the top of my head. The houses surrounding me were big and upper class, but the buildings not far away looked much less inviting. There was a cold nip in the air, and the sky was just as dark and empty as when I had left.
“Do you know this place, Christian?” Eva’s mother asked me. I nodded, slowly starting to remember.
“This was my old neighborhood…My old home…I thought that I’d left it behind, a long time ago.” I answered. She nodded and walked next to me.
“Do you know why I brought you here?” She asked. I shook my head this time.
“It’s part of my punishment right?” She sighed and turned me to face her.
“Christian, you need to learn the consequences of your actions…and you need to understand what will happen if Eva ever is discovered to be a witch.
(NEW) I Live With A Witch (Chapter 1)
There was a ringing in my ears…and my head felt like it was pounding wildly. I wanted to rub my forehead and temples to settle the throbbing, but my arms didn’t want to listen to what I wanted. Why was it so dark? It couldn’t be night out, right? I groggily opened my eyes and the darkness was split apart by the dim light pouring into a strange room I hadn’t seen before. The ceiling above me was wooden and rustic looking. I turned my head slightly and the surface my head rested on rustled slightly. There was a large window to my right which had bright sunlight pouring in through it, illuminating the room and allowing me to make out the setting I now found myself in. There was a chest of drawers across the room from the bed I was now in. The bed, which I now realized was rather large and soft, had white sheets, and the pillow my head was resting on must’ve been filled with feathers, because it had the softness yet slight rustling pinch that came from thousan
Wishful Thinking (Chapter 5)
“Master?” Amber spoke up, turning her attention to me. “I request that you pay close attention. I shall demonstrate the power that I wield…and how you can incorporate it in future instances.”
“S-sure!” I stammered.
“Oh screw it, let’s waste this bitch!” One of the punks made a move towards her. Amber raised her hand and brushed the punch to the side as she did a beautiful spin on the ball of her barefoot, allowing him to pass right by her as she brought the back of her hand back and crashed it into his head. He tumbled over and crashed, his face hitting pavement.
“OW! THAT STUPID C-AAAAAA!”
“I won’t have you using such language in front of my master.” She sneered. “Now you will apologize at once.” Suddenly Miguel ran at her and grabbed her wrist sharply, yanking her backwards. Just as he did though, Amber’s face shifted into a grin. Miguel screamed in pain as he let go of Amber i
Wishful Thinking (Chapter 2)
I walked inside and saw that the kitchen was empty. A sure sign that Mom and Dad were both away at work. It was a vacation day for students, so I didn’t need to go into school today, but Mom and Dad still had work. This bought me some time to think about how I expose Amber to them. After all, what could I possibly say to them about her? How does one explain that he’s made a blood bond with a djinn? I hurried to the kitchen and set the bottle down and opened it up once more.
“Okay…come on out.” I ordered. The bottle released the same flames and smoke that Amber rose up from and leaped out of, bowing low. I smiled in spite of myself…Ambers sure knew how to make an entrance.
“How may I serve you?” She asked.
“I could use some answers for a start.” I muttered. “I don’t know anything about djinns or blood oaths or anything.”
“I can answer any question you ask, master.” She assured me. I groaned, rubbin
Wishful Thinking (Chapter 1)
Wayne Newton once said “Fate is made up of choice, not chance.” I never bought into fate so much. I never really cared. To me I thought Newton was correct…nothing happens by chance. You make the choice and you determine your destiny. If that’s true though, I’d sometimes have to ask myself if I’ve been making the right choices in life. I never really wanted much out of life. I wanted some quiet though maybe…but that was impossible around my house. Mom was a lawyer who was constantly in and out and working with clients. Dad was a professor of biology at the local college so he sometimes had students in and out to talk with him. I was still just a high school student, getting moderate grades in everything, but my real passion was something mom and dad could never fathom.
Dad always wanted me to pursue something science related or medical! He wanted me to influence and benefit others. He wanted me to go on to medical school or something. Mom wanted
Wishful Thinking (Chapter 7)
“Finding Gale was a really weird affair.” Julia said calmly. The two of us were sitting in the dug out of the baseball field in the park, watching the stars twinkle overhead. Both Amber and Gale were out on the field, Amber with her arms crossed and looking rather put off and Gale trying desperately to get her to lighten up. I didn’t know what had happened between those two before, but Amber certainly wasn’t fond of him.
“He’s quite a powerful djinn.” I offered.
“He is. He was trapped inside a bottle…and when I freed him he promised me that he’d help me and serve me for as long as I lived. He started teaching me how to use his magic and how to fight with it quickly.”
“Why though? Is he expecting trouble?” I asked.
“He said something about a new war brewing…but it was all kind of vague.” Julia shrugged. “That’s part of the reason I wanted to spar with you…I wanted to test my
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