Red was armed, angry, and in a public place. In his worst moments, he thought people gave him superior looks upon seeing him working in the deli of a big box store. It was madness that they would even offer that some thought while shopping. He remembered having a sales persona once. People stared as they approached, ignored the signs above him, and asked for the prices. It would be so easy to cause violence.
Over the speakers, he heard an advertisement play, the same one played every time a customer approached as if they had the attention spans of goldfish.
"Attention, Psionic Awakened!" a voice blared from the old rattling speaker above his head. The screen did not display menu items overhead and flashed with psionics flying in military gear. Red glanced up to see the latest government recruitment ad flashing across the screen. "Join our specialized task force to serve your country! Protect our nation from threats foreign and domestic!"
Red was one of the domestic threats the ad spoke of. He was an awakened psionic who didn't rush to join the government's task force.
He was getting tired. A light winked above his head, and phantom pains from an old chronic injury convinced him to shift his hip as a brunette approached. He struggled to apply a fake smile; it was the bare minimum the job required.
She had a bowlegged walk and jumped when the ad came on. Maybe the ad's function was to surprise psionics into using enough energy to engage the silent alarm at the entrance.
Red reluctantly served in the deli of one of the big box stores. People needed to eat while they shopped; how else would they hide chicken bones in the book section? It paid the rent, kept the lights on, and the toilets flushing.
The brunette stared at the video flashing images of people in sleek black uniforms, their eyes glowing faintly as they demonstrated their abilities—telekinesis, pyrokinesis, aerokinesis—all looking like superhuman soldiers in a shiny government-sanctioned force.
"Is any of that real?"
They most likely had their training programs and expectations. Red wasn't about to fight a military-trained psionic. He preferred to stay under the radar and practice.
Red followed the adage that wars are only fought over money and power. Anyone who thought otherwise was only fooled by the propaganda. Psionics weren't hired except for those same reasons. They didn't want people who could read minds and turn people inside out to roam free. It was like gun laws all over again, only worse. No one needed a tank until they did. Fortunately, from what he could tell, there were goblins in the forest fast-tracking through the industrial age thanks to internet access and money from selling meth.
Ever since the asteroid hit, things hadn't felt natural. As much as psionics had changed the world, Red's life had remained maddeningly the same. He'd seen videos online of people hurling cars with a flick of their wrists, of psychics predicting stock market crashes like that was a mystery, and some even claimed to talk to the dead. And what did Red do with his powers? He made boxes float in the cooler without cameras and sometimes peeked into his customers' heads for kicks.
He detached a cord made of psionic energy with a little broad head at the end, officially called a jack. No one would be able to see it even if they were also psionic. Red had altered its visibility in a way that tricked even his mind into ignoring it. Some people could do that with their whole bodies, which didn't interest him.
Red could read the minds of his customers undetected. Mind reading was one of the techniques that cost next to no psionic energy and was easy to hide.
Red jammed his little jack into her noggin as she started ordering and the feelings and information was intense. Reading the minds of women was always an alien experience, but he was getting better at translating THOT into English.
The woman ordering chicken in front of him was wearing a buttplug. He knew it the for the same reason he knew she was allergic to latex and was desperate to keep her big dicked boyfriend. They were both cheating on each other, but she couldn't lose the status that being with a college basketball player brought her. He might go pro, and since poking holes in hid condoms failed to get her pregnant, she had another devious plan. She leaned to the side as he pressed on the machine, trying desperately to get her away. Red had enough experience to push at emotions to bring up the context he needed rapidly. Sometimes, he had to trigger smells to bring up the memories.
Psionics weren't unheard of; they were rare and mainly under the federal government's payroll. Red was one of the lucky ones who managed to fly under the radar and suppress his psionic energy. All he had when he started learning was a VPN and a dream, and here he was, feeling some slut's anxiety as she walked around with a buttplug, uncomfortably stretching her colon. All he did was quickly examine why her resting pitch face had taken a turn. He got more than he was bargaining for.
Red thought about using his power to shift her anxiety and turn her away from her transactional ways, but he had discovered that it was female nature or at least the nature of the teenage bitch to think that way. Money, power, and status determined their interest in the men around them. Telepathy ripped the veil from his eyes, and some nights, he desperately wanted to go back.
He thought he would get to be somebody when he finally had power. No, that wasn't how the world worked. Gaining power had only added to his problems and responsibilities. He wasn't like that commie bitch Sasha. She had the right ideology, and rumor had enough subs on only fans to sacrifice a person every day ritualistically.
The uncomfortable phantom twitched up his ass and snapped him back to reality. His body moved independently, even when typing the numbers for the order. She raised her nose at him as he smiled at her before she walked away with the chicken. He looked away moments before she looked back to see if he was looking. No, she wasn't interested in him. She only wanted to catch him looking to smirk at his desire. She liked the idea of being wanted but untouched.
He threw off the connection and shivered as the phantom sensations blessedly left him alone. Red checked his time before turning on Morrow's podcast. Morrow was one of the libertarians. They were a group of psionics who taught the basics of their techniques to the public. More advanced knowledge required purchases on their subscribe star pages for hundreds of dollars.
He tossed the fly that tried to enter the hotbox with the chicken away with telekinesis and adjusted his earbuds. Then, he tuned out the store's noise and tapped into his usual escape: psionic lectures. Dr. Morrow was alive today, his voice calm and composed as he delved into another lesson on psionic energy control practices, healing, and rants on his hatred of Keynesian economics.
Morrow droned on about the basics of energy cycling to clear cholesterol from arteries and other useful exercises. His voice was the kind that could put a man in a 50-year comma from full alertness. The information was excellent, and it was easy to get the practice down.
"You can't spend or print your way out of inflation. These people are only an excuse for the government to spend more money." Red didn't care for the political angle, but the techniques were good, and that's what mattered.
Red-spotted a gaggle of girls coming over in the booty shorts with midriffs exposed; God, he was happy it was summer. College-age girls had never looked sluttier with their crop tops and shorts that almost revealed their butts.
"Excuse me, I would like to order." Red smiled, adopting the hat of his customer service persona. He jacked into the girl speaking. The lot of them could be 16 or 20. It was hard to tell with young women. All he knew was they were too young to pull at his advanced age of 35 and entry-level job. They were too pretty to be interested in him.
Oh, he had options. Psionic users weren't so widespread, no matter what religious nuts claimed. Red could go to a 3rd world country, a fixer-upper, and live like a king until the CIA tracked him down and tossed his ass into a hole until he agreed to work for them.
He plastered a smile, and the young girls stared blankly at him. She pointed at what she wanted, and her friends giggled. "Are you into younger girls?"
"Control is the foundation," Morrow explained. "We can tap into the body's natural regenerative functions, but the key is precision. You must first feel the smallest components of your body—the cells, the tissues—and then direct your psionic energy to heal them, one by one. Only when you've practiced this technique a thousand times can you hope to heal yourself passively."
Morrow was flexing how talented he truly was. It took Red nearly 10,000 tries of any technique to get it down passively.
"What would you like to order?"
Red said absentmindedly as he focused on the good shit that poured from the girl's head. This bitch was crazy as hell, and he loved it. Juicy stories are the best.
She was 15, not 16 or in college. She was a local, but with the new load of college-age people in town, she jumped on the rotation of a Chad. The guy was Brian Donald, and he was living the life. He was a software engineer who did well during the AI bubble. He cashed out, bought some real estate, and made money hand over fist. Lucky guy Red felt envious but wasn't willing to put in the hours to get as good as Brian. This girl, let's call her Rebecca Art, was a 15-year-old girl who lied about her age and used her sister's information on Tinder to contact him. His rotation is with all the women he has sex with throughout the week. This little troublemaker is planning on baby-trapping him and is here to pick up some pregnancy tests. All the other girls agreed to go on the pill, and Rebecca, as the ultimate victim according to the law in this situation, planned to take this software engineer and real estate tycoon to the cleaners.
Oh, but before all that, she and her friends planned to join some other kids in the woods out of town for an unknown reason. The thought was more of an order and covered in a psionic signature that felt rank to his senses. He ejected from her mind and shivered at the feeling of vast, overflowing emotions and a scheming teenager who planned to leave him. There were used car salesmen who felt cleaner than this girl.
"I'm eating for two, so can I have an extra chicken tender." He opened the hotbox and pulled one out for her. If he was going to have to pull her ass out of the fire, he was going to be so pissed. "Thanks, you're not bad. You look like a DILF, LOL."
He wasn't interested in Brian's sloppy seconds. She also wasn't interested in him she wanted attention because he ignored her. Feeling her pure, undiluted desire for Brian to creampie her again made him want to hurl. Empathy wasn't a power he should have gone all in for, but women were a mystery without it. It was the raw emotion that often told the rest of the story.
When the sudden rush of customers finally dried up, he let his shoulders sag.
Red closed his eyes for a moment, leaning on the door to the backroom as he focused on his body. He could feel his blood flow, sense the arteries where the cholesterol had built up over the years, and visualize the psionic energy breaking it down, dissolving it.
The lecture ended as he cleared more damage from fast food from his circulatory system. It was almost as hard as breaking down fat. Even with psionic energy, it was a chore, but it was so worth it to be beach body-ready if he ever went out.
Red felt stuck only learning more and practicing to keep himself sane in his dead-end job.
Morrow's lectures weren't the only thing Red listened to. His playlist was entirely of other, less academic voices. One of his favorites was Gregor Nash, a libertarian psionic who ran an underground podcast. Gregor's libertarianism didn't mesh perfectly with Red's life, but something about his fiery speeches was oddly compelling.
"Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?" Gregor ranted through Red's earbuds, the image of a bald eagle flickering on Red's phone screen. "We live in a system that taxes you into oblivion, and what do we get? A corrupt government that wants to control every aspect of our lives—especially us psionics! There is no minority more publicly controlled than us. They make tools for us, my brothers and sisters. They know we are superior."
Red smirked, imagining Gregor pacing back and forth in his bunker-like studio. Sure, Gregor made some excellent points. The government was clamping down on psionics, trying to regulate everything. The whole "no taxes" shtick resonated well with someone who lived paycheck to paycheck. He also wanted to dissolve the government entirely with nothing to replace it. There were too many problems to count with that idea.
Without a government to fund a military what would defend their country, Heroes didn't win wars; armies did.
Maybe he was overthinking it.
Still, one idea had caught Red's interest. The notion that psionics should govern themselves. Why let non-psionics, who had no idea what it felt like to wield such power, make the rules? Why not let psionics form their councils and police themselves? It was an idea that seemed to float in the back of his mind, something to chew on during the monotony of his workday. It came from another podcast that had been taken down recently. The Pigstink podcast lasted while it could.
The town of Deerbrook, Mississippi, where Red lived, had been largely forgotten in the chaos that followed the asteroid. Law enforcement barely bothered with psionic-related crimes unless something significant happened, and the local cops? They mostly pretended that none of this was their problem. The larger cities had enough trouble as it was, so the rural areas like Deerbrook were left to fend for themselves.
That suited Red just fine. He didn't need anyone breathing down his neck while he practiced. He wasn't looking to become a psychic vigilante or anything—he just wanted to be left alone and figure things out at his own pace.
But that peace wouldn't last for long.
…
Red liked to people-watch or, in his case, read the lives of every woman who crossed his path, like a weird voyeur or a deranged stalker. He was bored with the power to dive into the thoughts of women at his fingertips. It was hardly the worst thing he could have done.
The worst examples were, unfortunately, walking openly or, in the case of the most recent example, rolling in a mobility scooter.
He heard the guy snorting like someone had brought in a hog again. Red looked up at a guy who weighed around 500 lbs on a scooter with a gaggle of college girls from the local sorority following behind him. They were a part of the Panhellenic Sorority. The man turned his head and smiled, revealing the single black tooth remaining in his head, and spat a wad of skoal on the floor.
He had also run over some grapes and was busy streaking black lines over the freshly waxed concrete floors.
"Clean that up, won't you, darling."
This guy was going to bring the heat down on all of them. He couldn't be subtle, not even a little bit. Oh, and the poor bitches too. But seriously, would it kill the fool not to be so blatant?
The girl, a little Japanese thing wearing a short skirt, bent over, showing off her toned butt and sexy white panties. He saw the edges of her dark labia, only enough to tease him and get his heart pumping.
A guy whispered and pointed at them. They knew something was up, but no one wanted to deal with a psionic who could control multiple people.
Red didn't want the heat this guy's actions were bringing down on people. There was a slang term for it called thralling. Normally masters were subtle enough to go through the motions of using tender or another app to bring girls to him and rotating them. If every psionic were like that, the public would think they were myths like global warming and the moon landing. Mind-controlling some poor girl wasn't even hard, and Red never practiced it to avoid the temptation. The guy hadn't bothered to cover his jacks to a psionic; they were visible.
Thank God they weren't children. It was the only silver lining he could think of after the Master just blatantly paraded his rape victims.
Master was the term for a psionic that openly mind-controlled people.
Red used a little telekinesis to snap a wire on the scooter's batter, and it stopped completely. He turned his attention to one of the poor bitches the guy mastered. "Black one, go get me another scooter right now!"
Riley stepped out of the backroom to see what was going on. Like the girls enthralled by the screeching man, she was a teen.
"Red, I think that man might be a master."
"No, it couldn't be. He has so much natural frizz." Red said.
Riley was going for a two-year nursing degree. She would come out making 90k a year or more, which was good for her. "If he isn't mind-controlling them, do you think he's rich, and they are all escorts?"
"Maybe he's a famous rapper, black tooth from the streets," Red said.
"Why is that one flashing you?"
"The guy hasn't ordered her to rise yet. He wants all the other guys to know he has five girls while we are maidenless."
The black bitch with purple lipstick, a blue wig, and what Red was sure was a fox tail butt plug drove another scooter. Red let the scooter come close to the guy and shorted that one out as well.
"Someone is out to get me. Villains show yourself, so I, the great Wizard Todd the white, can show you who is the strongest. I'll use my sexy vampire waifu, too. "Get up, Moka, and show off your kunfu."
Red glanced at Riley, who closed her mouth slowly. People were calling the police, but they weren't coming. This was the PTF's problem.
The Japanese girl threw a few impressive high kicks, flashing her panties each time. They were gloriously white, and her flexibility was impressive. She must have been a gymnast before Todd the Great and Terrible got his grubby Cheeto-stained hands on her.
With so many eyes on the situation, Red wasn't about to expose himself. The guy was making a scene, so how was he not picked up by the black vans already?
Another girl brought a third scooter, and Red let that one go, and it ran out of battery. Red turned his gaze to Riley as the slight glow of her eyes dimmed. Neither of them had told the other they were psionic.
They wisely moved to the backroom.
"Riley, eat lunch with me. We're going to be let go soon."
"I don't know. I have a boyfriend, and aren't you a little old for me." She was such a bitch. He had been in the minds of enough girls to know what she meant. Red was beneath her standards. Both her parents were engineers, and she worked because they wanted her to gain real job experience. "My friend is single, and Josh should be off work. We could all go out, and I could introduce you to her."
Amy was her fat friend. Riley used to make herself feel prettier.
"No, I've met your friend before. She isn't my type."
"Maybe your standards are too high," Riley said.
Red snorted. Josh Michel was from a wealthy family and stood to inherit a lot of wealth. He was also about to enter medical school. Could he blame her for locking a guy like that down?
He opened a new podcast, Elena Li, a Chinese woman who treated psionics more like cultivation, but she had some excellent techniques. Telekinesis was her bread and butter; she knew what she was doing. Or that would be true if she wasn't just the master's face and voice. Elena Li was not psionic. He didn't know how he knew Red just did.
The middle manager came in through the back and gave them the go-ahead to leave. Once the guy was gone, Red relaxed.
This guy wasn't going to get away with his crime. If the police or FBI didn't do anything, Red planned to visit him. The guy was going to bring down the heat sooner or later.
He had earlier met a few gazes in the crowd with similar thoughts. Red turned on his camera to record a video but kept his phone hidden. Riley's phone was safely in her pocket.
"I need to fuck." Red muttered under his breath.
"The double date with Amy is still on the table." Telekinetic sound manipulation was almost automatic for most psionics. Doing it without being detected took some work. He was impressed Red hadn't felt anything from her.
"Excuse me for having standards." Red leaned against a wall, keeping the camera focused on Riley. Try to keep your psionic energy suppressed. We'll have FEDs and their PTF pets crawling here soon," Red said.
Riley's eyes widened before they narrowed. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Red picked up an old dish towel and flung it at her. She threw it away with telekinesis and blasted his face with a gentle breeze.
"That was sloppy."
Fortunately, the backroom had no cameras, and the psionic energy detectors were only at the store's entrances. The Deep South was always the last to get anything new, and everyone knew the detectors stopped at the registers.
"You have no proof." Red calmly stopped his footage and then showed her the video. "So I'm a psionic. Do you think I won't erase your memories and delete the video myself?"
"Do it if you can?"
Her jack struck like a snake and bounced off his defenses. It happened quickly as a flash and ended with Red, no worse for wear. "You," Riley said.
"Me," Red said.
"So how about that lunch date, just the two of us? I'm sure we have loads to talk about." Red said.
He might have been using his confirmation bias and the alternate site information.
Red wasn't about to expose her to the FEDs, but she didn't need to know that. It wasn't because he would feel sorry for her if he did so. Riley would probably thrive among them. After all, he could tell female psionics had a little more leeway than men. After all, the US was still a democracy, and women made up 51% of the vote. Combine that with an in-group preference with men having an out-group preference, and really, it was no wonder why women were untouchable.
He was the underdog in this situation, a victim of the world that was rigged from the start.
…
Red brushed his mustache away from his face in his truck before stepping out into the blinding summer sun. They got a table and sat across from each other. She glared at him and stayed quiet.
He shifted the air around them to ensure no sound left their table, and then he calmly closed her hidden camera.
"I'm not sleeping with you."
"Have you heard reports about the monsters in the woods?" Red asked.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Why else do you think I wanted a private conversation? Talking over message boards with FEDs lurking and waiting to collect another data point to triangulate my location is too dangerous. You're also psionic. We could talk about our shared race."
"I'm not a white supremacist."
"Neither am I, but we have sightings of green-skinned humanoids stealing animals only for the owners to find piles of bones later. My neighbor's cat went missing yesterday, and I saw some small footprints that looked human, only they had clawed toes."
She held up a hand. "Let me get this straight you're blackmailing me into having someone to talk to about weird conspiracy shit. I saw a troll under the bridge going over the waterway, and no one believed me. My friend Sasha keeps talking about dreams of going to the woods 3 hours away in this place called black zion road over in Pontotoc."
"What did the troll look like?" Riley's eyes widened.
"Like 8 feet tall, green skin, female, and huge boobs."
"Now I'm interested. So what should we name her death by snoo snoo?" Red asked.
"You guys are all the same. The moment you find out she has big green tits with dark green areola and inverted nipples, you are all ears."
"I'm sure if I told you about a troll that drove a Rolls-Royce, has a 15-inch dick, and only wanted a human woman who liked her hair pulled, you would be very interested too."
"It's called having standards. How long have you been working at the store waiting for life to happen to you?"
"Too long," They ordered drinks, and Red made plans to track down the goblins near his home before taking care of Todd. "How much practice do you have with energy suppression? What exercises do you use?"
"I use the ones from Omnifans. Many psionics hide their techniques there to protect them from internet scrubbers. For practice, I use a distiller visualization technique. It also helps make my energy more potent and responsive." That was more advanced than his technique. In a sense, he altered the appearance of his energy, making it impossible to sense. It was why his jacks were undetectable. "What about you?"
"My suppression technique is all about blending my psionic energy with the environment until it's unnoticeable. Your exercise sounds complimentary. Would you mind sending me a link? We haven't exchanged numbers before," Red said.
"So you aren't blackmailing me for sex," Riley said.
She was disappointed. He felt it in waves. So long as she could get away with it, she would cheat on Josh in a heartbeat. Rily was 18 and so full of hormones she could hardly stand it. They swapped numbers, and Red found this Asian girl who was utterly his type before he saw the page of the guy showing off his technique.
It was a visualization exercise all about watching pure water drop through a filter from filthy pond water. Thanks to his experience with other psionic techniques, seeing it once was enough to burn it in his brain. He simulated it and focused on the visualization. It was suppression in a far different manner than he was used to. It would make his psionic energy more responsive, purify it, and drastically increase his control over it. Higher frequency energy made it undetectable to the old scanners used in their town.
"Well, we still have 4 hours until we normally get off work. You can always say I'm blackmailing you if you get caught." Josh wasn't a psionic, and Red was jealous of him. He also hadn't gotten laid in years and not with a girl as hot as Riley. Giving Riley excuses to cheat didn't even make him feel bad. Riley had a pensive look on her face. She was always going to cheat on Josh. She was more powerful than him, and unless he became a psionic soon, she may turn him into an ATM. "We could go to my place, and I can show you the footprints," Red said.
…
They left her Mustang in the store's parking lot and left it in his immaculately clean truck. She still took an air freshener from her care and hung it on his rearview mirror. It dangled next to his little Gatomon, his favorite cat of all time, and Octavia, the best owl demon.
His .30-06 was in its case in his half cab just in case they did see some unfriendly monsters. Red didn't know if they were dangerous but didn't plan to let them get the drop on them.
"So fantasy creatures are real," Red said.
"Are you asking me a question or making a statement?"
"A little of both. I know the virus is making some people psionic while others are immune, but where did the monsters come from, and why do they speak the language of whatever country they're found in?" Red asked.
"That's one of the big mysteries. No one knows if they are popping out from somewhere or if there is some power that someone has that makes them." Riley said.
"I thought since you listened to different media than me, you might have a different answer. But no, I heard that one before. Some people are saying it's us. We psionics are dreaming about them, and that energy makes them real."
"Are you saying there is a portal to rule 34 somewhere?" Riley asked.
"Yes," Red said.
They parked outside his trailer, and he saw a dark shape moving behind a curtain. He connected to it and felt it spin around. Red blinked and disconnected as the intense emotions blasted him with absolute terror. He thought about getting his gun but decided not to.
He locked the backdoor with telekinesis as the goblin locked his door before running to the back. She jiggled the handle as he unlocked the front door, which prevented her from unlocking it.
"Do you know how to use remote viewing?" Red asked.
"How many techniques do you know?" Riley asked.
Red snorted. "What do you think I do all day, cook and serve food?"
He couldn't remotely view any location, but his home was different. Red closed his left eye, and the scene within his trailer appeared. A goblin, light green-skinned with adorable yellow eyes and a mane of dark green hair, was pulling on the door handle. She had a sack on her back with various appliances held within by their absence on counters. He felt like he should be pissed off, but she looked terrified.
Red opened the door, and she charged. She jumped off his coffee table, snapping one of his legs and aiming a knee for Red's face. He grabbed her knee, swung her down, and wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Wish you hadn't broken that," Red said.
He moved to let Riley in, who stared at the goblin girl in his pants, which were stretched and cut into Daisy Dukes. The orange hoodie was also his, and it swallowed her completely. He found the remnants of his favorite pair of pants in the trash.
"I can explain." The goblin said.
He slapped a jack into her head. She didn't seem to sense it, which was interesting. Thoughts and emotions alien to him fired off in a confusing mix he couldn't quite get through. That was okay; it was his first time dealing with monsters.
Red pulled a pair of handcuffs out from a drawer and cuffed her before tossing her on his couch. "Do you want some tea? I have some in the fridge?"
"Why do you have handcuffs?"
"I needed practice getting out of them in case I was ever found out."
"Doesn't your brother work for the government as a Psionic?" Ryley asked.
"My uncle and grandfather as well. That doesn't mean I want to join them in service. The only other option than service is prison. After all, we're all armed and dangerous, with enough training."
Riley decided to change the subject. "What are we going to do about her."
"I didn't do anything wrong; I was checking your security."
"Have you heard about the monster fighting ring?" Red asked.
"No, you aren't considering forcing her to fight other monsters. They aren't Pokemon."
"No, I'm asking if you think she's a runaway from their poaching," Red said.
Riley looked the goblin over. Because that's the name he plucked from her thoughts, Jinx glared at them with amber eyes even when her mind yelled at her to put on some charm and convince them to spare her. Being psychic was such a cheat.
"I don't know. Are you reading her mind now?"
"Monsters are so alien from us. It's hard to trigger smells, sounds, and images to bring up the memories I want."
"I'm Jinx, and I'm a sorceress of great power. If you don't free me, I'll use my magic on you."
"You're a virgin that read every romance novel from here to Beijing," Red said.
That did trigger some old memories of a world where steel was so plentiful that people built everything from it. Forges poured so much smog in the air that people lived underground and constantly fought the elves, who struggled to save the surface life from the goblin forges. How she arrived was a little crazy. Someone disturbed a dragon's hibernation, ending their world rather effectively with an eruption from a massive supervolcano.
She was also an apprentice sorceress for about 4 out of a 10-year course of her training, which meant she had a good grounding in the basics. Jinx had access to a wide variety of magic with almost no experience using it because the first four years were theory. She was like a classically trained painter who never held a brush. Goblins were about ensuring their students were fully invested before teaching them the cool stuff.
"I don't get the reference."
"Cast a spell. Give it your best shot."
"I can't in shackles."
"Red, don't be so mean. Maybe she's bad at practicals. Like tests that show what she knows."
"I can do magic, but I've only done one spell before, and it's not something I would do with strangers."
He saw it from her thoughts and broke down laughing. Riley raised an eyebrow, and they connected to her just long enough to send the image of the spell Jinx could do.
"That is adorable."
Jinx blushed, and Red chuckled before standing over the goblin girl on his couch. "Do you want to stay with me? I could use a roommate."
"I just tried to rob you."
"If you had managed it, this would be a very different conversation. Maybe it's because you're adorable in my hoodie, and those gold piercings are to die for, but I think I want you around."
"I'm not a pet," Jinx said.
"You had best find a way to make money and fix your hearing problem because I said, roommate. That means you're covering some of the rent. I have faith in you. Goblins are good with money."
"My father and brothers were bankers," Jinx said.
"This place is the home of your kind. How will I learn the laws, talk to people, and find out whom I need to bribe?"
Red glanced at his computer. We'll find a way first, though. We came here for a reason.
"What if she tries to run away?"
Red locked the door and made sure all the blinds were closed. Then he took off his pants. "What the hell? You're just taking them off, not building up or warning."
Red raised an eyebrow, jacked into Riley, and shared his arousal with her. Her face flushed. "What are you doing to me?"
"Telepathy can be used with an empathic specialization. It takes practice to jack into people and sense the emotions behind their thoughts. We can send each other our emotions or block them out. It's great when you're depressed, and some happy teenagers walk up to you."
Riley's face flushed. "So you can just make people horny."
Jinx rubbed her green thighs together like she was trying to start a fire. He walked over to an open window and closed the blind before locking the door. Red was practically shaking.
"Why not just do everything with telekinesis?" Riley asked.
He glanced at the redhead and smirked. "You shouldn't lose touch with your body. Do things yourself when you can, or you'll get caught sooner or later."
Riley licked her lips while Jinx stood up on the couch. "I can't take it anymore," Jinx said.
She jumped, and he caught her as she wrapped her thick green thighs around his ribs. Jinx pulled her hoodie up, and her massive green breasts fell out, revealing thick dark green areolas with inverted nipples. They bounced before the goblin grabbed them, massaging the nipples until they started rising. Each was much thicker than he expected, and he wanted them badly.
Riley moved behind Jinx. "I've never wanted to suck a cock as bad as I do now." That was it; wasn't it his empathy at work bringing her over to his level of horniness. He pushed his feelings out as he felt theirs, connecting them and adding their sensations through the connection.
This was either going to be a horrible mistake or the best experience. She popped the button on his jeans off and pulled them down, revealing his cock in the open air. He felt her breath hotly tickle it before she kissed it.
Red groaned and sucked on Jinx's titties as Riley got to work on him. She bobbed her head slowly, fully committing to cheating so long as there was no way for her boyfriend to catch them. He felt her slide him deeper behind her lips before she pulled back and licked the head of his cock. He could feel phantom sensations even as she targeted where he felt the best while Jinx humped his chest.
It was an incredible experience. Who knew psionic powers could be used for something so lewd? What's next? Would he develop telekinetic dildos?
Red swirled his tongue around Jinx's nipples, pressing against them as they hardened, and both girls squirmed while Riley pressed her face harder against his cock. She slurped more of him and moaned with every inch of cock she took. It created a lust-filled feedback loop that drove the three of them into a frenzy.
Before he knew it, he was buried balls deep in her throat, and she was determined to fight through the discomfort. She was reluctant when he pulled away and released Jinx's nipples.
This might be considered another form of mind control. He wasn't controlling their minds, only letting them feel what he felt and taking advantage of their horniness.
Women don't think they feel. It was an old saying from before the internet. Maybe there was some truth to it after all.
Red led them to his bedroom around the whiteboard, which he carefully stored in the closet. He wasn't done with it and wouldn't be for some time. Some things couldn't be trusted online.
After the door to the closet was locked, he watched Jinx give them both a strip tease. She entirely removed her hoods and wiggled her butt as she pulled off the Daisy Dukes she had made with some scissors.
She bent low after tossing her pants off the bed bent down and showed off her lime green slit and dark wrinkled green asshole. Both looked beautiful.
"I can't decide," Red said.
"I want to try something," Riley said.
Red watched as Riley practically flung off her clothes, even unstrapping her bra with kinesis, before Jinx looked back and smiled as her three gold piercings on each ear glimmered from the ceiling light. He stroked himself as he watched Riley stick out her tongue before giving Jinx's sweet green asshole a long wet lick.
Pleasure blurred as he moved in close and grabbed Riley's buttcheek, and spread her for his viewing pleasure. She was in a relationship, and for both of them, that made it all the sweater as he lined himself up. The connection between them possessed all three of them as each lick exploded with the pleasure of a thousand suns. Jinx loved the attention, and as Riley licked deeper, she practically bathed in the sensation.
Red lined himself up and pressed against Riley's dripping slit, covered in well-groomed red hair. He pressed into her tight heat and slammed in. That was all she needed to push her tongue a little further and bury it in Jinx's tight goblin ass.
He smacked Riely's but found that far less exciting to her than moving his thumb to her pleasure-slick asshole and pressing in with his thumb. She moaned as he slipped inside. It felt forbidden to explore her depths with a finger. Anal sex was one thing. What he was doing was so much more. His thumb entered her to the knuckle, and he moaned in delight at the sensation of absolute pleasure.
Red pulled out and rammed back home. She clenched around him as they pleased one another.
"I want you to come over here and cum on Jinx's butthole so I can lick your cum out of it."
That made him feel a little uncomfortable. Riley was much dirtier than he thought. That was both admirable and concerning. He pulled out of Riley slowly before slamming back into her. Red pulled his thumb out and rammed it back like she liked before pulling out with a loud pop. Rely shivered from the sound. She liked it because she was hot as hell and loved her body.
Red stepped on the bed. As Riley pulled away, he was struggling to hold his load back and pressed the head of his cock against the pit of Jinx's butthole. He came hard, sending spurts of cream deep into the goblin girl. Riley used her tongue to dive in for her treat lapping at Jinx's very clean green asshole.
Moments after his load, he was back in action. Psionic enhancement meant he had a low refractory period. Red laid down and slipped under Jinx. The goblin girl shoved her massive green titties in his face as his cock slapped her hard green clit. Fireworks went off through their link, and he heard Rily cream herself. She shivered but adamantly lapped at Jinx's asshole.
"Who would have thought the Doctor Dating Riley was such a dirty girl?"
"Not Josh and I want to keep it that way." He pressed his cock against Jinx's hot goblin cunt and felt a small barrier. Jinx slammed her hips down, parting it and taking him to the base in a single motion.
"Did I just," There was no pain through the link.
"We goblins are stretchy. It will take more than that to break my hymen." Jinx said.
She raised her big green glorious ass and slammed it down with a single great blow. Jinx smirked and raised it until his cock barely kissed her entrance before slamming it down again. He groaned as more of his pleasure slipped through their link.
"We're going to have so much fun together," Jinx said.
Her ass moved faster as she drenched him while she slammed her big goblin booty down. She raised and clenched, holding the head of his cock. She shimmied slowly, inching him deeper before pulling back, keeping him from blowing his load inside her.
Red narrowed his eyes and placed both hands on her firm green rear. Riley backed away as he moved to a sitting position, still buried inside Jinx. He stood up and parted her rear, displaying their tight green goblin backdoor to the adoring Riley. They both could feel it. Riley wanted to feel her tongue slip into Jinx's darkest tunnel with Red's cock buried inside Jinx's pussy.
In a move Red hadn't expected, Riley pushed two fingers inside. All three of them moaned as Red slammed into Jinx like an animal until he felt himself approach the edge.
"I'm going to knock you up," Red said.
"Do it if you can," Jinx said.
Red slammed hard into her and started cumming. "Don't stop," Jinx said, and he slammed back into her hard. When he pulled away, he heard a pop, like the unstoppable sound of a cork. He yanked a towel from his bathroom and caught the mess just in time before it could dirty his bed.
…
"So what was on the whiteboard," Jinx asked while playing one of the latest DBZ fighting games.
Despite being from a magical world, Jinx seemed to adapt relatively well to it. Red thought she still looked adorable in his orange hoodie but needed a bra. No, she needed a lot of bras and her own clothes if he was going to take care of her. He especially loved the way her big, sexy body looked in her Daisy Dukes. Unfortunately, he wanted to buy all sorts of stuff for her but was poor.
He needed a way of making money that wouldn't make him a dog of the government.
"Are you there, Red?"
"Yeah, the whiteboard isn't much; it's just my plans to reach ten mind partitions. I got the idea from a game where they thought adding eyes to the inside of their skulls was something literal. I'm going to use remote viewing as a jumping-off point. It'll be great." Red said.
"Won't that cause multipersonality disorder?" Riley asked.
…
"It could," Red said.
He was more interested in finding a way to make more money to dress up his new goblin girl than the dangers of potentially splitting his mind into ten pieces instead of doing ten things at once.
It was all about the steps. He would lose his mind if he tried to do it all at once, but if he went about it slowly, maybe it would work out.
A volley of gunshots filled the air too close for comfort. Red opened the blind and saw men in a white pickup truck with what looked like a Gatling gun mounted on the bed. Three men were dead, and a bunch of bold guys with sunglasses piled up the bodies while another poured gasoline on them. They were fast, efficient even, and then they set them ablaze.
One took a cigar out of his chest pocket and lit it with the flames burning the bodies.
Red couldn't believe his eyes. In his state, not his country, a bunch of skinheads had just murdered a family of 5.
He closed the blind and used remote viewing to get an eye on them. Five men in their early twenties dressed like thugs.
"Be careful you don't want to catch something from those poor fuckers. So what did the boss say? Find the goblin. Don't let anything stand in our way. Too bad they didn't know anything."
"They were hiding something."
"Did you see their empty mouths? They were probably hiding in a meth lab. Ours now, I guess."
"We aren't selling meth. We're supposed to be better than that. A new pure human, or that's what Lord Asmodeus said."
"Lord, you would suck his cock if he asked."
"You would, too. He gave us power. Did you see the way they cowered before Fred lit them up?"
Red pulled his attention away. It was both better and worse than he thought. They were dealing with violent idiots who worshipped someone calling himself Asmodeus. So, they were not exactly a sane guy, but they were also dealing with some guys who just killed five people and lit them on fire in broad daylight.
He didn't hear a single siren, and no one had called the police or was coming. That's right, the police didn't involve themselves with Psionic affairs, but this hardly counted. These thugs weren't psionic. But if he were a betting man, he would say their boss was.
"What's going on?"
"A group of thugs are looking for Jinx."
He turned his attention to the goblin girl. "Why did a bunch of thugs just kill five people looking for you?"
"I arrived here with other students." Red dialed, but the line was busy.
Smoke rose steadily in the air, black as pitch. The five men drove down the long gravel driveway in their direction, slow and steady, aiming their minigun at any houses that seemed suspicious. It appeared that they knew where they were going. Red sensed it, then, as they drew closer, one of them was a psionic.
"What's going on?"
He flashed the images of what happened to Riley before returning to the problem. His little barrier wouldn't do anything against small arms fire, much less a .50 cal. Red might be able to take one of them down, but the moment the other psionic noticed something, they would probably send a hail of bullets his way. So, back to the problem at hand. What was he going to do?
Red had numerous little techniques he's worked on toward his ultimate goal of metaphorically lining his skull of eyes. He could detect the movement of photons and control them at will with photokinesis, sprout seeds with biokinesis, and perfectly cook a steak with pyrokinesis. He had no idea what he would need at some point, so while he reached for his ultimate goal, something that would snowball all his goals forward, he picked up every little trick he could. From locking and unlocking doors to clearing the cholesterol buildup in his arteries, he learned fundamental functional skills.
The truck pulled up in his driveway, and he used remote viewing to view them without lifting the blinds. From what he could tell, remote viewing was undetectable.
He heard the minigun's cylinder spin before they unloaded round after round into the side of his truck. The gas tank ignited, blowing the side of his truck open. Bits of metal hit his trailer, and he heard one of his windows shatter.
"I'll go out there," Jinx said with tears running down her face.
Red shook his head. He decided to take a risk and closed his eyes. After half a year of working and remotely viewing his phone to listen to podcasts and blinking when he wanted to interact with it, Red had developed a pseudo partition. While his eyes were closed, he could remote view and interact from the perspective he was viewing at the same time while standing.
That's how he jammed a jack in the back of the gunner's head and learned he was not the psionic.
Red had never taken over another person, and this skill took time and practice to perfect. Red was good at sensing emotions and using them to bring up memories and gather information. So when he felt the hate bubbling beneath the surface of his victim, he did the only rational thing.
He directed it at the psionic, who had received all the special treatment, and the guys backing him up instead of Frank. The cylinder spun, and Frank pointed the weapon down at the truck's cab.
"I'll become Lord Asmodeus's new favorite." Red disconnected his jack.
"You fool," a voice yelled from within the cab, and a lance of pure force tore through the glass and Frank's head.
Red moved his POV closer to the .50 cal, which was still firing, and used a minor telekinesis to turn it. Bullets ate into a hastily made barrier made of numerous demonic symbols. Bullets bounced off and hit the metal skirting of the trailer, making Red grit his teeth.
These guys had no respect for his home.
The minigun clicked empty as Red moved his POV further until he gained a full view of the barrier. The psionic sacrificed coverage for increased defense. It held an arm up, forming a tower shield instead of a full-body barrier. It also used strange symbols to increase its defense further.
Red grasped a piece of broken glass with telekinesis and flung it at the psionic's neck.
He felt another presence grasp the glass, and they fought for control. Red felt himself slump to the ground as he invested more of his attention in the battle. The psionic swung his shield and shattered the glass, ending the battle.
"Psionic in the trailer. I know you're there. Come out and give yourself up, and I promise to make your death quick. Continue fighting me like a coward, and we'll take it slow." The man smirked and puffed on his cigar. "It's your choice."
The more Red looked at the shield, it appeared to be a real piece of wood with symbols carved into it. That was very interesting. It meant that psionic techniques could be boosted with gear. It was a good tactic.
"Stay here. I'm going out there," Red said.
"No, please leave out the back. I'll go out the front, and he'll forget about you," Jinx said.
Red rubbed her shaggy green hair. "We'll need to all have a nice shower after this."
He narrowed his eyes at the guy. When he lost control of his body, he felt a second partition of his thoughts, which was still there, parallel to his own. It was strange feeling his psionic power double in an instant. What he could control before was only half of his new limit.
Red stepped out the door, wearing an expression of defeat. He needed to be closer.
"Look at you. I wasn't expecting much, and here I am, not surprised. I can barely feel any psionic power from you. I guess your only talent is telekinesis. It was rather weak, to be honest. A shard of glass wouldn't have even damaged my skin." The man smirked and puffed on his cigar. "I said I would make it quick, but that doesn't mean it can't be painful. I think I will bash you to death with my shield."
The tires on his truck moved as it was suddenly in neutral. He watched the man's muscles tense too late as the car shot forward in sudden acceleration. It hit him in the hip, and 2000lbs of truck and years of Taco Bell wrappers. He rolled on the ground but managed to hang onto his shield.
Red waved his hand, gathering the air into a wind tunnel, hoovering up the broken glass, and spinning the current to gain some acceleration and momentum before aiming the wind tunnel at the psionic demon cultist's exposed face. The man screamed as broken glass peppered him.
It was almost as terrifying as seeing the other people burn. Red watched the man's face wear away until all that was left was bone and muscle. The man gurgled something fierce on the ground; he was not dead yet, but his psionics were hard to kill.
Red had a solution.
He raised his hand and waved it, sending his half-blown-up truck back around for one final collision. Red watched his energy; he was running on fumes. Telekinesis wasn't expensive until something like lifting cars entered the equation. The technique he used wasn't the best for it, either.
The truck slammed bumper first into the psionic, flinging both doors open. Red heard the battery slam into the hood. He felt the psionic die and release a burst of energy.
He stared at the shield on the ground, thinking about claiming it for himself until it caught fire as a few runes etched into the wood glowed. Of course, it wouldn't be easy to get gear.
Red glanced over at Riley and Jinx.
"Why do you think he lost?" Red asked.
Riley blinked, and Jinx had a calculating look on her face.
"You countered them with stealth and underhanded tactics. You would have had a more difficult time if he had come alone." Jinx said.
"Maybe, Riley, why do you think they lost."
"They attacked expecting that there were no psionics that could counter them."
"Maybe, but I have a different opinion. It has to do with the goblin-made gear he was using." Red said.
Jinx turned her head to the side. "I didn't sense any traps or curses."
"Equipment is heavy psionic energy sinks. To use his shield effectively, he needed to keep it powered and devote a little focus to it. With only one stream of thought, he was distracted, like someone was texting and driving."
"Millinial," Riley said.
Red spread his hands out. "You got me." He kicked the ash where the shield had been. "Then there is the energy required to keep the shield active and use its enchantments. That kind of power isn't really at just any psionic's disposal. Until someone makes a technique to increase the efficiency or amount of energy rapidly, enchanted gear is going to be a gamble."
"How many psionic fights have you been in?" Riley asked.
"Just this one, but it pays to pay attention."
"So you don't want me to get my goblin booty to work on an enchanted sword."
Red shot over to the steps and took Jinx's hands in his. "I would love you forever if you made one for me." He raised his hand and felt it shake. "I need a technique to boost my psionic energy reserves and another partition."
"Or you can make your power do more with less."
Sensing Riley made him aware that her energy was around 1.75 times his potency. It was like comparing a red sun to a yellow one. The quality of light was vastly different.
Of course, there was the fact he had just killed someone to take into account. He was certain tonight would be full of nightmares. Even if he only killed a bunch of bastards, that didn't mean he liked the idea of it. Red cut deli meat for a living and served people chicken in a big box store.
He took their wallets and phones, those that survived. There were many reasons why people were uncomfortable with psionics. Red used remote viewing to boot up a podcast and looked at how to break into a phone and steal credit card information with psionics.
Red stumbled through electrokinesis, something he had no experience with, and muddled through it with empathy. He combined the very energy-intensive active skill with his passive empathy to find the passwords of the phones' original owners.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm robbing our attackers before someone finds out they're dead and cleans out their accounts." Red exchanged the money in their accounts with some gold-backed crypto in his name. By the time he was finished, he was $15,000 richer. It wasn't a lot, but it would pay for rent or anything else he might need. "Alright, I'm done. Let's throw these guys in a pile and burn them. How good is your pyrokinesis?"
"I've never needed to light things on fire before. Can you teach me?"
Red raised a thumb and ignited the air above it by gathering and concentrating heat around them. The flame hovered there, neither growing nor shrinking content to feed off the oxygen Red forced into it.
"You need to start learning techniques; you never know when one will be useful."
"Pyromancy is in the psychokinesis category, the control and manipulation of energies."
Red nodded and turned his thumb in a slow circle. An orange ring of flame rose, circulating and hovering. He expanded it before raising a peace sign within the ring and letting small bolts of electricity pass between his fingers.
"Anyone can do this; it's just practice. I will also practice the water filtration meditation and any other technique I can find." His second partition was already picturing the filtration even as he spoke. His sudden ability to use multiple techniques at once was not an accident. Two partitions, electrokinesis, and pyrokinesis, were used for child's play. "So important question: How are we getting you home?"
Riley pointed, and Red saw the faded yellow Chevy camera in their dead neighbor's driveway, untouched by their deaths. This was the way of things: the living robbed the graves of the dead to survive a little longer.
There were no sirens, which was a bad sign for the state of their country. Red didn't like that the police weren't getting involved. He nodded to the bodies and went to work on the minigun. Despite the fight, it was still undamaged, just out of ammunition.
Red poured the rest of the gas can on the bodies and lit them up. Black smoke filled the air as the grass browned around the rising flame. He concentrated the fire on the bodies, feeding more oxygen into the greedy flames as they broke them down. Terrifying didn't cover the sight.
Riley ran while he focused on the flames, more than comfortable controlling a large fire. It was, after all, good practice. With his direction, soon enough, the bodies were burned to the bones, and even those were reduced to ash.
With a wave of his hand, the ash was scattered as he sucked the heat from the spot and dispersed it. Once the ground was cool, he vibrated it until the soil was ready for planting.
All he had left to do was fully burn the bodies of his neighbors and do something with the two ruined trucks. Red stared at his hands, and they shook no matter how much he tried to hold them steady.
He used remote viewing on his cellphone and ordered a few boxes of 50cal ammunition, hoping they would be delivered in a few days. Maybe it would have been better to go to the distributor directly. Would the mail even run for much longer?
With people like Asmodeus calling themselves lord, how long before there is a civil war over territory in the US? People with real power won't care about the laws of dead men.
Bits of old paint peeled off and clinked against the windshield as they pulled into the big box store's parking lot. It was around the time they would have generally gotten off work. Red dropped her off at her car, hopefully with her boyfriend, who was none the wiser.
Well, even if he did learn she could alter his memories or mind-control him, it felt odd to think that way as he turned the engine off. The Camero, while filled with enough cigarettes to buy anything in prison, wasn't in the best shape. He could practically feel the sludge that used to be oil slither through the engine. The check engine light was on, and he was sure there was a rattling thump from the transmission.
He debated whether to buy a bike in the parking lot since the store was back open. Driving a stolen Camera was probably not the most excellent idea.
"Red, you know we can't do this again. I don't care about the video. I won't cheat on Josh again. This was a one-time thing."
"We'll see; I will take the next few days off. There is a lot I need to practice." Red said.
"Never again," Riley said.
Red started the engine and saw a black trail of smog following behind him. "Hey, can we stop and get something to eat?"
After leaving a taco stand with enough food to feed several people and Jinx munching away, they returned home. Instead of burning the remaining bodies to ash, he threw a tarp over them. It was lazy, but what else could he do?
While he didn't have any plans for a one-man war against the guy calling himself Asmodeus, he might not have had a choice. The guy had more goblins, probably cute goblin girls, in his clutches. Red would do whatever it took to save and dress them all in cosplay.
He glanced at Jinx, imagining dressing her up in some sexy dark magician girl cosplay. That would be awesome if he knew it, and what would be even more astonishing was enough for goblins to do a kickass Harry Potter cosplay.
Red shook his head, and the goofy thoughts kept him sane.
He paid close attention to his partition. It was him; there was no divide between his will and the will of the other. There were two voices in his mind, but not quite multiple personalities. This partition was acting as a filter for his energy. All it did was visualize a vast filter and let the energy drip-free, running the rest back through.
Red searched for any hint of the rampancy of thoughts of betraying him and taking over his body. That wasn't possible. He was aware of the memories formed from concentrating on the filter. In real-time, he was experiencing being wary of himself, buckling down, and working on a long-term project, halving his ability in the process.
To filter his energy correctly, he had to devote a whole partition. If he developed more, every patrician would increase what he could do, and with more effective energy, that would increase further.
Red opened his notebook app on his phone.
Red
Attributes
Partitions: 2
Energy: 1
Impact: 1
Body: 1
Techniques:
Telepathy
Empathy
Telekinesis
Psychokinesis
Divination
It was rather bare for a status sheet. Red didn't have screens or an actual system. But he could write down what he knew or thought he knew. Adding numbers to his attributes made sense. He had two partitions; the rest was just what any other baseline psionic would have. Increasing his energy levels would be difficult, but he still worked on the enhancement basics to raise his body. That would have something to do with telekinesis or psychokinesis, specifically biokinesis. Only the only biokinesis he could find that wasn't insane had a boring voice. If he wanted real techniques in the field, he would have to bite the bullet and listen to an insane person talk about techniques. Maybe he should edit her videos into technique guides. If he could develop a third partition, it would be a viable option.
He was already using remote viewing when he tried to open another eye and felt blinding pain. Red clutched at his face as blood dripped down his nose. He overused his powers. It would be a few hours before he could do anything strenuous. Maybe he should let his mind settle before jumping to begin the process of creating a third partition.
Red popped an Alieve and hoped that the Asmodius guy wasn't planning to send an army of thugs and psionics against him. In a few hours, Red knew his psionic energy would be even more vital after the workout he had given it. The more their power was used, the more energy they developed. It was like working a muscle. He had a workout like no other.
He had just sat in his favorite chair and relaxed when Jinx turned back to him. Somehow, he had blinked, and an hour had already zoomed by. Some of his energy was back, but it would be a while before he could use it without causing more pain. Where had he failed? Was it his body or mind?
"Couples do things to help each other out, right?" Jinx asked.
"Well, I would like to order a dildo." Red nodded his head. "Hey, this is for both of us. When I suck your dick, I want something to bounce on. Or maybe when I'm riding you, I want to suck on something. It's essential." He rested his elbow on the arm of his chair and stared at the phone in her hand. She must have seen him open it and figured she would help herself to his search history.
"Alright, what kind of toy are you interested in?" He felt his head pound and wished to have this conversation later or never. She showed it to him. "Can that even fit?"
She narrowed her amber eyes. "Goblins are stretchy and can breed with nearly any species," Jinx said.
He sucked in a breath. "Are you," Red started.
She waved her clawed hands up in protest, dropping his phone. "I used a contraception spell. It was the first spell we learn."
"Fine," he liked his sex toys, so he wasn't about to deny her. "How will you use the masterbators, or are those for me?"
Jinx gave him the most deadpanned expression he had ever seen. "I can grow a cock with transformation magic. I like to be filled while my cock gets special treatment." Jinx said.
Maybe it was the throbbing in his head, but he was curious.
"Show me," Red said.
Jinx raised an eyebrow. "It's a big dark green cock large enough to make anyone jealous. It's juicy and veiny, and my balls are huge. Are you sure you want to see me with that?"
"It's only temporary, right?" Red asked.
"Of course, I can return to normal anytime so long as I have enough energy." She used the term, but it sounded more like a substitute. Maybe they had mana or sacrifices. He wanted to see how magic altered flesh like biokinesis in a controlled manner. "Are you sure it's turned off guys before?"
"The based side has many degenerate fetishes that most would find disconcerting," Red said.
He struggled to his feet and locked the door before checking outside to make sure he wasn't about to get raided by a Swatt team or Asmodius's gang. With nothing but sunshine and birds singing, he relaxed.
Jinx tossed her hoody off, letting her perky green titties bounce. This, too, seemed incredibly important. Bouncing green goblin titties were the best. His head pounded as he sat back down. It would be at least another hour before he was somewhat recovered. Honestly, if it wasn't permanent, then he didn't care if she wanted to use a dick when she masturbated.
He also wanted to see her use actual magic.
Red watched her speak a magical series of fraises while green energy gathered visible only to his psionic vision, another technique well in the divination category.
Red would have to update his journal. It wasn't a big deal, only a technique he made passive early on. It was what allowed all psionics to see Jack, and it was how he made his invisible through photokinesis.
She continued to sing her spell, slowly filling out the syllables as they flashed green and gathered around her crotch. It was a long spell, with every word spoken in a rhythm like a song, but it was never repeated.
Jinx stripped off her shorts, revealing a shift in the flesh above her vagina. It started with a dark green bulbous head before it suddenly rose out of her, complete with massive wrinkled green balls. She was already fully erect. She smiled mischievously.
The goblin sorceress turned around and bent low, grabbing her butt and spreading her cheeks. Her lime green pussy drooled open, revealing its hidden pink interior. Most of the pounding was gone when he stood up and approached her.
Her little magic trick only took 15 minutes. Red could see her pussy pulse in anticipation as he stripped and lined himself up with her.
"So why go through all this trouble." Jinx's cock throbbed as he slammed into her. Her tight goblin pussy squeezed tighter than ever as her massive balls touched his own.
Most guys would cringe away, but after seeing the magic, he considered them nothing more than a toy like a dildo. He wasn't going to shy away from a piece of silicon. It was the same thing, sort of.
She reached down and rubbed her balls, squeezing down on him even tighter. "We need a permanent third girl. I want you to fuck me while someone sucks me off and licks my asshole. Why does Riley have to be with that guy?" Jinx asked.
Red smashed into her and stood. "What are you doing?"
"We're going to the tub, you aren't cumming all over my TV."
"But we can see our reflections in it. Don't you find that hot?" Jinx asked.
He took a step, and she clenched tighter. "I'm going to blow."
Red reached up and grabbed her cock, squeezing so nothing leaked out. "You're not cumming on my stuff."
"That's so mean." She clenched down like a vice. "I knew I would get you to touch it."
"Yeah, it was all part of your plan," Red muttered as he raced through his kitchen to the bathroom. Halfway to his bedroom, he remembered the bathroom behind him was closer. "I have a toy you can use if you hold back longer," Red said.
Her pussy clenched impossibly tight as he balanced her on his body as he grabbed his favorite pocketpussy and lube. He just hoped she wasn't allergic to latex.
Somehow he made it to the tub and slathered lube on her cock before she blew. He tried handing her the toy, but she shook her head. Drool leaked down from her tongue as she struggled to keep her orgasm at bay.
"It's better when someone else does it."
He ground his teeth, struggling to keep his orgasm at bay, and slid the toy over her uncut cock.
"It's so tight," Jinx said as he pounded into her while using the toy on her. She reached down when they were both at their peaks. "I want to feel us cumming together," Jinx said as he unloaded inside her. Thick, hot goblin cream blasted out of the end of the toy into the tub.
As she sighed in relief as his cum dripped from her entrance Red watched the transformation end.
Slowly the cock slipped back inside her until it vanished behind smooth skin. Jinx winked at him. "It only lasts for a specified time. How is your headache?"
"Better," Red said and checked the time. It was nearly time for the new podcast from one of his favorites, Gregor Nash, The Shield. He was a libertarian who believed in self-reliance and little if any, government interference in people's lives. He taught mental shielding and barrier craft. With the money he gained, he decided to splurge a little and purchase some of the paywalled classes from the guy. New techniques were always good, and they only cost him around $200 for each video.