Jaycee's Blog - Sat, Jan 21

As predicted, my return to my original body was a very temporary thing. About a day later, I was back in Brooke's body (the one I've been "wearing" for about a year) and under Tarantina's control.

It's been very hard to think, let alone to write this blog. I can only do it when I'm absolutely sure that Tarantina isn't around which is exceedingly rare. It's pretty easy to know when she's here: she's constantly casting various (and highly obscene) spells on us and enjoying the results. It's only when she's gone that we have a break. Sort of. We still have residual impulses and an insanely high sex drive, so it's hard to stop having non-stop sex.

Something else you should know: Tarantina's made it very clear that once she's grown bored with us, she'll kill us.

Which would be terrifying if we weren't so mindlessly horny all the time. Even now, what I really want to do is to jam my foot-long tool into any and all of my roommates's various orifices (with a preference for Mandy's mouth, if I'm honest—but I digress).

Well, talk about wishes coming true. While I was writing, Mandy crawled under the desk and started giving me head. It's making writing this blog a bit more difficult (I have to do a lot of backspacing). I'm trying to stop her, but she's insatiable. Better let her finish...

Anyway. I didn't get a chance to finish what I started last time. Attitude mentioned that Tarantina was her mother. It's not clear to me how faeries are created, but from the moment they emerge from their egg, there's a faerie that raises them until they're adults. That's their definition of motherhood, and it's as good a definition as any other. Tarantina had another name at the time, which she changed when she embraced her full hatred and loathing for humankind. Her downfall seems to have happened when a medieval sorcerer literally bit off her own mother's head to gain magical powers.

With that kind of history, I can appreciate her dislike of humans, even if I'm on the receiving end of it.

There's something else I can't write here, but I'm hoping to live long enough to write another few blog entries. In a couple of weeks, I will either have some good news or there'll be no more news because we'll all be gone.

And with that said (written?), I have to go. Mandy's done with her part and she's covered in white goo that I have an urge to lick until she's squeaky clean.

We'll talk again. Maybe.

--Jaycee