It had been a week since the big argument with Jane. They'd had spats before, but usually Bev or Jane reached out to the other within two to three days to make up. Bev had tried calling after the fourth day, and when she received no response, she e-mailed on day five. Still nothing.
So now it was time to see what was going on. This argument had been more intense than the ones previous - Bev had once again tried to convince Jane to let her back and ass hair grow naturally instead of having Jane's son Larry shave it, and Jane erupted and said this was the final straw. But Jane had said it was the final straw the last dozen or so times too, and it hadn't been.
Bev had a key to get into the spacious house Jane shared with her partner Jeff. Jeff was, as usual, not at home - either at work or at the gym. But Jane wasn't home either, which was unusual. Bev walked up and down each floor and in every room to make absolutely sure.
Bev finally sat on the leather couch in the living room, wondering if there had been an emergency or if, perhaps, Jane was so annoyed with her that she left town for a week or two and didn't tell her. Either way, the distance wasn't good. Their powers were stronger together, and a rift in their relationship wasn't just personally painful but Sauron would be most displeased that His "power couple" was not "doing the Great Work".
Bev went back upstairs to Jane's bedroom. It was time to resort to a spell to speed along the reconciliation. But she needed a personal affect of Jane's to do it. Bev went through Jane's laundry hamper and it was empty - no used knickers. And then, in Jane's bathroom, Bev found something promising.
Jane had been to see Madame Gunnhild, a powerful witch, and the witch had given her a bottle of Florida Water, which Bev knew Jane had been using as magical perfume. There was still some in the bottle. Bev stripped naked, liberally doused her body with the Florida Water, and smiled at her mole-covered tits, glistening in the mirror. Then she dressed, and took a whiff of the scent on her wrist. She frowned - usually there was a strong but pleasant spicy floral scent. This, however, smelled a bit like swamp water.
"Oh well. At least I have a link to Jane," Bev chortled, and then she took off.
Back at her own house, Bev once again undressed, to perform the spell skyclad at her altar. The swamp water smell was rancid now, and Bev almost gagged at the overpowering odor. But still, that couldn't get in the way of the magick. She lit two female-shaped wax candles and bound them together. "Help Jane and I find our way back to each other," she said, raising her arms. "Help me find her again. Let me transform into the person Jane needs me to be -"
Suddenly, the hair on Bev's titty moles began to grow at a rapid, alarming pace. Bev froze as she felt the hair sprouting, tickling her skin, at first afraid of what was happening... then she embraced it. The magick was working.
The hair from her titty moles quickly enveloped her entire body, like fur, and she felt herself shrinking, shrinking, smaller and smaller. Then her tits began flapping together like a pair of wings.
Soon she was in the air, flying. Bev Debussy had transmogrified into a bat.
Bats are not, in fact, blind - they don't have the clear and colorful vision of humans, but their vision is strong enough to see in pitch black darkness, which humans cannot. Bev began to fly around the southern Indiana countryside, using a combination of her inborn powers and bat sensitivity to look for Jane.
She didn't find Jane, but once she approached the northeast corner of Indiana she did spot Jane's son Larry's Bentley, on I-69. Bev flew towards the Bentley, and decided to alert Larry it was her in the only way she knew how. She shat onto the windshield of his car, using her magick to squirt the bat guano into the shapes of letters: PULL OVER.
Larry took the next exit, and drove all the way to a truck stop. He and a fortysomething man wearing a blue button-down shirt, black chinos and a darker blue tie stepped out of the Bentley and Bev descended onto the hood, then mustered all her magickal strength for a mighty push to transform back into a human, naked on the hood of the Bentley as if she were a washed-up 80s supermodel in a washed-up glam metal band video.
"Hello, boys," Bev purred.
"Bev, thou art nakedest." Larry grimaced and the man he was with turned away. "Thou couldst gettest in troubleth with the policeth for indecentest exposureth."
Bev waved a hand dismissively. "Whatever." She knew she could just transform back into a bat and fly away. "Have you seen your mother lately? I'm looking for her."
"I artest lookingeth for somethingeth morest importantest," Larry said. "Jim Bankseth hath lost his penisest. We musteth findest it."
Bev raised an eyebrow. Jim Bankseth? Oh, Jim Banks. Bev racked her brain for a moment to try to remember who this was - the name sounded familiar - and then she had it. He was a Congressman, a Republican. One of Sauron's servants, but lower on the "food chain" than she and Jane. A pawn. Although, for Sauron's son to be helping him, that strongly suggested this Banks was higher-up than the usual. He was either very strategically important, or he was going to become a sacrifice. Indeed, he would need to be fully intact if he was to be sacrificed. Either way...
Bev realized there was an opportunity here. A way for her to endear herself even more to Sauron, if she helped save the day with this poor idiot's lost penis... and a way for her to finally have her way with the delectable, tantalizing Larry. Those magnificent eyebrows. The cascading raven tresses that danced upon the wind and piercing amethyst orbs that gleamed like precious jewels.
"I can help you look for it. My bat form gives me an advantage with flying over more territory and seeing in dark places."
"Thanketh thee," Larry said with a small bow. "Thou art too kindest for helpingeth us -"
"Oh, it's not wholly unselfish. It's going to cost you." Bev didn't know if this Jim Banks was supposed to be untouched or not, but she was sure Sauron would make an exception for her. She was special, after all. She was Chosen.
Larry swallowed hard. Bev had a feeling Larry knew what she was asking for, but he inquired anyway. "Whatteth art thou pricest?"
Bev reached for a lock of Larry's exquisite mane of hair cascading down his back like an onyx river and her tits began flapping together with excitement. So aroused was she that she began to transform into a bat again, but she managed to get a hold of herself just enough so she was only half-bat, half-human. Now her tits were covered with twice as many leathery, hairy moles as they flapped together.
"Come to Mama," she said, and turned to Jim Banks and smiled. "Both of you."
"He hath no penisest," Larry said, even as he took a step back, his eyes shifting from grey-violet to a sickly green.
"He has fingers and a tongue, right?" Bev stepped forward, tits smacking together wildly. "Mama has needs."
"NOOOOOOOOOOO," Banks called out, and then his cry was silenced by Bev shoving a hairy nipple into his mouth.
-FIN-