[Mkguild] Between Us Girls (mkguild at lists.integral.org)

[christian okane]

A good story! I really shows that not everyone is happy with what the curse
did to them. Like most people Malisa is struggling along with life ans doing
the best she can. You really got into her feelings and emotions!

 

 

Chris

The Lurking Fox

 

 

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Between Us Girls

This takes place after a story that I have not yet completed, enjoy Keepers.

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Between Us Girls by Hawl Enroygall aka Jessica Jean Nichols-Vernon

Malisa Hassan looked in the mirror of her bedroom and saw the same face she
had seen for nine of the worst years of her life, the only nine where it was
HER life. It was a face that she truly despised, the face of the woman who
murdered a handsome and diligent young prince named Matthew Hassan.
"Everyone's gotten over what Nasoj did to us, embraced it and made it a part
of themselves, but not you." she said to herself with a sigh. It was true,
everyone embraced the curse and became a person that they embraced with a
loving passion. Misha Brightleaf accepted his silly vulpine nature, her own
adopted father Thomas Hassan used symbolism of the stallion in royal affairs
and even enjoyed grazing, his advisor did the same with the symbol of the
alligator, several of the knights who had become women had even started
wearing iron plated skirts instead of leggings. It seemed like everyone had
just completely embraced their new selves, but Malisa did not, would not,
and most depressing for her could not. Malisa in too many ways still felt
like Matthew, but he did not look like him anymore, have his respect, or
even his power. No, day in, day out, Malisa barely grasped at Matthew,
losing herself in her work trying to avoid anything related to her gender in
the slightest. To make matters worse, the bright strapping young lad Matthew
was applauded for his actions, Malisa did not get the same respect, all
because she was doing the same actions as a princess instead of a prince.
She did not even want the name Malisa, there was just too much political
pressure to behave as a woman should, to be named as a woman should, she
complied, but only so much. Sometimes she wished she was still a commoner,
had she been a female commoner and not the princess, maybe she could get
away with being a little more male than she looked. 

Malisa was in her undergarments, male ones covering her sex and a bra
covering her breasts. Only for support, she always wore male clothes
whenever it could be done. It wasn't enough that Nasoj took Matthew away
from her, but he also had to make her absolutely stunning. Malisa unhooked
her bra, as if she still did not believe what was under there, two big soft
round breasts that she cupped, as if making sure for the umpteenth time that
she was not stuck in a nightmare. There was nothing to say really, they were
large, well rounded, perfectly shaped breasts bigger than those of her now
deceased biological mother. Absolutely stunning, especially with her
curvaceous figure and widened hips, and that was just the body. Her long
raven hair that seemed to grow back too quickly and her adorable face with
its perfect kissable lips. Any woman would kill to have a body like this,
but it is no way for a man to look. "Beautiful, like a princess in a fairy
tale...." she sighed to herself. "Why did I expect anything different?" as
she remembered the day when most people, even herself just flat out accepted
that they couldn't undo the curse. It was even worse than the day she was
cursed. Back then it was just a queer spell that gave her a questionable
body that at first was like a novelty, something she laughed at. Metamor had
the finest mages and the richest magical nexus, she'd be back to her manly
self in no time, or so she thought as laughter turned into despair,
especially when she found that people just did not see her the same way as
they did that strapping young lad.

Malisa looked down at her male undergarments, the last article of clothing
she was wearing. "You know what's under there, you know what it is for, and
you know how it feels to your touch." The hapless princess slid them off,
revealing to herself where babies come from. "...Okay.. this is your body,
it has been for a long time, and it will likely be till death. This is what
you are now." Malisa chanted to herself as she breathed deeply, looking over
her body. It was her morning ritual, to strip in front of a mirror and fully
accept what she saw as herself, surprisingly there was some comfort in it.
It took out any delusions that Malisa would be something other than a
crossdressing princess. She was not a prince, she was not a man, and nothing
could make her that way again, she had stopped this practice for awhile, but
after the lunatic Hawl promised her manhood and could not deliver, she
needed to continue and re-accept that this was truly herself.

The boy turned tomboy could not do this very long, she was built to be a
perfect wife, a giant slap to the face to her old dream of starting a family
one day as a father, a strong man of the household. "You've seen enough..."
she said and redressed, still having Sargosa's insistence for her to dress
female on the brain. Briefly, by being a little girl's fantasy for a
troubled child, she saw at least one enjoyable thing about her curse, but
the only. It was however quite the nice step in the right direction as
Malisa, an expert at trying to bottle her own emotions, was overdue to
speaking with the only person in her father's staff that could give her some
advice to finally try and put these bad feelings behind her. Someone who
also used to be a man, would keep anything she said between herself and this
person, and someone in the royal staff to minimize any rumors or signs of
weakness.

Walking through the halls of the castle, Malisa thought about Pascal's Lab
as hard as she could to get there in the smallest amount of time as Kyia
would bring her to that location with the power of her variable geography.
Finding the door in record time she knocked, this was probably a
conversation to have much earlier, but it was better late than never.
"Pascal, are you busy?" Malisa asked through the door.

Shortly after it flung open and the smiling multi-breasted rainbow zebra
striped porcupine in her alchemist's unfirom curtseyed before her Duke's
only daughter. "Malisa! I haven't seen you in my lab in a long time. To what
do I owe the pleasure?"

"Pascal.... is your assistant here?" Malisa asked, a lump forming in her
throat.

"No, I sent Xhyz out to the forest to pick up some fresh reagents. Why, did
you need him for something?" Pascal asked, as she gestured for Malisa to
come in. "I've made a fresh patch of tea if you want to come in to wait for
him."

Malisa walked in, looking at the floor, wanting to keep this bottled in.
Many knew, but it wasn't something she talked about often so much as tried
her best to ignore by burying her face in chores. "I'd like to talk to
alone, just you and me, something I want you to keep secret."

"Aww Malisy, you've finally come around for some girl talk? Well that's
always fun!" Pascal cheered as she poured both her and her princess some
tea. "Don't worry, it's not spiked with anything or gonna explode or
anything like that." The porcupine giggled as she sat down at a chair,
Malisa doing the same.

"...I don't like to talk about my curse a lot, quite frankly not a day goes
by where the last portions of who I used to be, sealed within my heart..."
Malisa put her hand to her chest and closed her eyes and she gathered her
words. "...Cry out in agony, for a cure, for the chance to be Matthew again,
and of course for Nasoj's head on a platter!"

Pascal frowned, being filled with the rare emotion of disappointment,
misunderstanding where her guest was going. "Your highness, you know that I
can't cure you. I couldn't even cure myself if I wanted too. I'm very sorry.
I can offer you some nice hair dye, or a morph ring, but nothing I have or
can do is going to bring Matthew back."

"I know, that's not why I'm here. If I thought you could do that Pascal I'd
pull every string I had to make you a princess yourself even for just one
more day." Malisa said. "You used to be a man too, I still remember what you
were before you were the Mistress Of The Brew. You made your new sex
something positive, it seems everyone does that with their curse, but all I
can have is a curse. I can't do anything to give a light to.... being
Malisa." The hapless princess gestured to her eye-catching, head turning
body, though it was well hidden by her usual boyish garb. Malisa was very
lucky to know spells for the refitting of clothing.

"Hmm, I remember him too, that Pascal was just the court alchemist." Pascal
remembered, thinking back to her previous body. "But that's not who I am
anymore, and I don't want to be because it was fun to become something new,
and this something new is rather fun."

"That's just it, there's nothing fun about being a man's heart trapped in
the insultingly pretty guise of a woman. I don't bond with anyone how I used
too, I don't have friends anymore, I'm just a princess. I know my dad and I
are still close, but not as much as when we were father and son." Malisa was
usually more calm than this, but here, with just Pascal she had a lot to let
off her chest. "How is it that you don't miss being a man yourself, you
don't regret that you're not just a porcupine-man? I never got that about
you, you have literally lost all of your manhood and with it a good degree
of honor and you are in a sex that betrays all your natural drives, and you
can just be okay with that?"

"But Malisa, that's so easy. I'm not a man anymore, so I can enjoy the whole
other side of life, I can see the good things about being a woman and I
can't go back. So I made the best of it and I found that there are so many
things about being a she, that make me not even begin missing being a he."
Pascal cheered, smiling at her princess, hoping she could get her to
understand. "Have you ever tried being a Princess? You might like it, I mean
I guess I was a little upset that this was forever, but I wouldn't get rid
of any of the spells on me, so maybe if you give it a chance..." Pascal's
face perked up, as she thought of Malisa getting in touch with her feminine
side.

"But how can I give it a shot, if my insides ache so painfully for Matthew?"
Malisa asked, closing her eyes she felt the full force of this, all of that
sorrow at once. Knowing how she should be aligned, in the darkness of her
eyelids she saw him. The magnificent Prince Hassan of Metamor, standing tall
and handsome, his eyes tempered by battle, his muscles expansive and sword
holstered on his back as he stood triumphant, smiling at his father. "Yes
father, our relations with Marigund are improving greatly, and even some
cities in the Giantsdowns, I guess they don't want any of this." Dream
Matthew reported as he flexed his well-toned buffage, for Jenn.

"Because you're still holding onto him! You can't pull him back to you, he's
too heavy!" Pascal objected, raising her voice at Malisa. It was rare for
Pascal to be mad at another person, normally when she was upset it was
because she was flustered with her own mistakes. People generally went out
of their way to avoid upsetting the alchemist, the porcupine wasn't sure if
this was because of the curse making her look so flattering or if people
just know better than to screw with an alchemist who can change their fur to
have pretty pink bow patterns in it by spiking their ale.

"Matthew's arms were bigger..." Malisa complained, her mind frozen on the
fantasy of her old self. "I'm sorry Pascal... I'm wasting your time, there's
no." The princess said as she rose heading for the door. 

Pascal ran up the princess, patting her on the shoulder. "No no, you've just
had to restrain all this for so long, just lay on my couch.." the
porcupine-woman comforted, understanding the need to work out difficult
emotions. Pascal wasn't sure why, but the essence of woman seemed to
exaggerate the natural spice of life whether the flavor was enjoyed or not.
Men do not partake in such spices, the broth is just too much. Thus the
essence of man did not have this qualitym it just wouldn't work. It was
wonderful for the constantly playful Pascal, but Malisa needed to relax and
let her spices cool off.

Malisa did come out to Pascal for her advice and she was going to take it.
"Alright then..." Malisa agreed, as she marched her way towards a small red
couch built comfortably for three and built of the finest quality. "There's
nothing about this couch I should know about is there? I don't mean to sound
rude, but you are known for..." The princess inquired, patting the couch on
the part that leaked cleanest.

"Oh no, that couch is for guests and customers, no booby traps and no
personal fun. That's in a more private part of my lab." Pascal bit her
finger for a second. "Hehehe, but that's not what you're here for." the
porcupine got one of her brews from a nearby cabinet and poured the right
amount in the royal's mouth who drank up trusting her judgment.

"What's this?" Malisa asked, looking at the liquid Pascal had which although
was a warm refreshing liquid, seemed to have the texture and appearance of
ice. "Mmmm..." Malisa gave out a slightly delighted near-purr. "I feel like
we can actually talk now..about anything..."

"It's Warm Frost, it cools your worries to warm your focus. Why did you open
up about this all of a sudden?" Pascal asked, taking a glug herself. "Try to
work with the formula, not against it. Let your worries be frozen for now,
even if they can't be cured, we're just freezing them for now."

Malisa smiled, letting it just happen as Pascal said, her concerns put on
hold as she gathered her thoughts on a more clear talk about the events.
"Well, I've always tried to hold onto the rest of my masculinity. I look up
to my father and take pride in my role as a defender and provider for the
people of Metamor Keep. It's very often I wish I could have been a stallion
like him." the princess burst into laughter focusing on pleasant thought. "I
often have this dream where we're both wild stallions, and we graze together
and race together. It's my favorite! What happened recently just threw me
for a loop."

Pascal spun around and grinned, almost forgetting how energetic the formula
made her. No longer could the spiky rodent sit still, yet despite her
beginning to dance around in her room to an invisible band she was still
completely focused on Malisa. "What did happen recently?"

Malisa gave out a small cry of pleasure. "My head hasn't felt this good in
so long. It's like my head is completely empty and I love it! Oh Pascal how
long have you had such a wonderful formula... oh right, your question.
Sorry, but... woah, my head. It's like my thoughts are going at a much
higher speed than I thought was possible and yet I can keep up better than
the normal speed."

"Yes your highness, that's the magic of the potion! But, what happened?"
Pascal asked again, not getting frustrated with Malisa. She could feel what
her highness was feeling, she understood perfectly.

"Oh, right. Well, a raccoon child requested to spend some time in my
company, a humble request in addition to an interesting one. And once we did
she started berating me for not acting like a real princess. From an adult I
would have just been given the ultimate insult, but how can I deny the wish
of a child, and this one had just seen her auntie die." Malisa said, Pascal
nodding with a deep interest. "So I got out that girly dress sent from
Wales, put it on and somehow. Just by pretending to be a true princess for a
little girl's fantasies made me feel something click about being Malisa, yet
I have no idea if I liked it or not. Yet I know that I won't be happy again
unless I became Matthew once more, so how could I be happy about anything? I
won't be anything of the real me if I accept being a princess. Then all the
things about being a woman making me weaker come true."

"You had a moment of guilty pleasure, it doesn't have to mean anything.
There's nothing wrong with a little guilty pleasure every now and then."
Pascal explained with a release of relief. "You've just been working too
hard, when was the last time you took a second off from your constant
workload?"

"When Jenn and I were together." Malisa answered, focusing on less stressful
days, the days when she was able to date a wonderful maiden. The curse had
been a perfect excuse for two women to be able to share themselves with one
another without anyone taking too much of an issue. It wasn't that it was
completely acceptable, but people didn't shudder as much at the sight as the
curse was forcing others into similar situations. "The years we spent
together, we were even going to be married. Jenn didn't miss the old her,
like I miss the old me so I was her man and she was my woman. I haven't even
gone to visit her since we were broken up by Father Hough's insistence that
we were performing a grand misdeed. I don't even understand how, can Eli not
see the masculinity of my soul?"

"Well here's your problem Malisa, you need to lighten up and just let
yourself cut loose a little." Pascal began petting Malisa's hair like she
was some kind of dog. "You're burning yourself out and it's making you go
bonkers."

"That's the ultimate irony of it isn't it Pascal?" Malisa spoke sadly,
latching onto her reluctance source. "If I do that I give up all the
hardwork I've been putting forth to be taken seriously again. To be treated
like I was when I was a Prince, but no one's going to be honored by one such
as myself save for perhaps my appearance at a few royal events and holiday
ceremonies."

Almost immediately, Xhyz came into the room with a couple of satchels of
ingredients, some bought and some picked from Metamor Valley. "I'm back
mistress, with everything you asked... oh my..." Xhyz gasped, putting
Pascal's reagents on a nearby title and inspite of this never took his eyes
off of Princess Malisa, eyes that were wide and aglow with amazement.

"Xhyz, me and Malisa are having a girl-time, maybe you could give us a few
seconds." Pascal insisted as she opened the bags to look through Xhyz'
finds. "Nice work, I'll send for you when we're done."

"Alright, but first..." Xhyz's grin could not be any wider as he fell upon
one knee. "Prince Matthew, it is an honor to meet such a great man who has
given so much for our Kingdom of Metamor. If there is anything that I can do
for you, please do not hesitate to ask."

Malisa stared at Xhyz for a second with a look on her face as though she had
been given a grievous insult, in actuality she was more confused. "Are you
making fun of me?" Malisa demanded to know, wondering if someone actually
had the gall to insult her to her face.

"Not at all Brother Two-Spirit, I've heard about you in my month here and I
find it incredibly honorable that you would offer yourself so fully to the
well-being of your allies." Xhyz assured, still kneeling. "There have been
several chiefs of various tribes who take leadership roles under a great
plight at great personal sacrifice and pain to themselves and for no other
reward other than helping their people when they needed them. They have been
considered the greatest leaders of my land, their spirits are highly revered
for this."

"Fan Shoar sounds like a place of high values." Malisa stated, not knowing
much about Fan Shoar herself to comment much on it. "And you have some of
the best manners I've seen in years. Rise Xhyz, you do me more honor than I
am worth." Malisa said, being humble and sincere, this was something she had
needed to hear for quite some time and with it being told to her she found
some strength which when added with the remaining effects of Pascal's
formula she could continue for one more day. "Pascal, I think we're out of
time anyway. Today's going to be far busier than yesterday, especially with
news of Hawl's escape." Malisa said as she went to continue with her daily
work, satisfied that at least one person understood.

Pascal curtseyed and Xhyz bowed one more time. "Come back whenever you like,
we're both friendly to our Prince." Pascal cheered, deciding to use the word
prince from Malisa's positive reaction to it.

Xhyz received a big hug from his mistress, his face smooshed into the open
part of her lab outfit, the red panda having gotten used to this from his
time with Pascal Q. Porcupine. "Well, he seemed nice. So, what are we
working on today?"

"Hehehe.. that's why your grocery list was so big, today I want you to make
a potion based only on what your instincts tell you. A good alchemist always
thinks on his or her hindpaws." Pascal tasked Xhyz as she presented an empty
cauldron to her assistant, taking him out of the hug. "No books, no outside
help and you'll be tasting it yourself."

Xhyz seemed a little worried about this, tugging on the collar of his shirt.
"Mistress, you have taught me well, but what if I make a poison?"

Pascal grinned "You've been my apprentice for a few weeks now, if you
accidentally poison yourself in this little exam you aren't a worthy
student, besides we have an infirmary... In Metamor Keep, some distance away
from my tower." Xhyz looked a little scared of this test, but she did say
this wouldn't be easy. Pascal patted Xhyz on the back with a laugh. "Don't
worry, like I said, I have faith in you."

-That Night-

Malisa was asleep in her room as she was every night. Dressed in masculine
undergarments and a shirt fitted for males as she dreamed her wonderful
little recurring dream of two stallions grazing and running together. No
words could be shared between the two, and no words needed to be. Father and
son were galloping together in enjoyment of their company. This continued
until it was suddenly abruptly ended by Matthew The Stallion, Grey, similar
to his dad's black fur, ended up turning into his, no, her human self.
Malisa looked around confused, the dream suddenly becoming almost entirely
lucid as the air turned cold and walls built up around her sealing her in
what looked like some kind of church. "What sorcery is this? How am I awake
in my dream. I am trapped by the hand of another. Whoever is controlling
this show yourself!" Malisa demanded, unsheathing a sword she summoned from
air taking the whole lucid dream thing to its advantage.

"Don't worry my liege." calmly spoke the voice of Xhyz, that red panda
apprentice of Pascal's who spoke such kind words to her this morning. He
stepped forward, wearing a thick green cloak that concealed all except for
his muzzle. "I only want to help you, among my people I was a shaman. It was
my job to heal the problems of the people in my tribe who suffer, and
Metamor is my tribe now. So I have shown in your dream to comfort you."

"This old temple you have sealed us in is of no comfort, but if you seek to
heal me better mages have tried." Malisa promised Xhyz, not wanting him to
act in vain. "I am curious of this power you have demonstrated, you have
walked into my dream with no effort. How are you doing this?

Xhyz answered Malisa with no hint of menace or horror in his voice, instead
he was trying to be as comforting as he could be. "There are many magics
that are known to Fan Shoar that Galendor has no record of, and vice versa,
that is part of why I traveled to learn from Metamor. I don't have any spell
to undo what Nasoj has done, but I can grant you the knowledge that I know
what you are going through. I know how it feels to be in the female sex,
it's not an experience that everyone is able to handle."

Malisa doubted Xhyz "How could you know what it feels like to be...." she
was about to say before a mural of Xhyz as a female of his species appeared
on the wall. In this mural she was standing over a broken bottle of pink
liquids with Pascal pointing at the female Xhyz in laughter.

"Pascal is a bit of a prankster, this was just two days ago. It wore off an
hour later, but what an hour." Xhyz reminded as he removed his cloak
revealing himself to be a female under her garb. "I would take all of your
curse from you, and have it myself to see you not suffer. If only I could."
Xhyz promised, her voice watching what her gender was shown to be.

Malisa looked down at herself, amazed and nearly tearing up. What the
dreamer saw in place of her cursed woman's body, was the male body he had
before the Battle of Three Gates where he had been forever altered. "You...
I....." Matthew had no words, this is what he had always wanted, the return
of his glorious masculinity, and in this dream where he felt awake it was
like having his old body back. "...This won't last will it? It's too good
for me to keep..." Matthew said biting his lip, wishing he would never wake.
Not ever, he couldn't face losing himself again.

"It's only a dream my Prince." Xhyz curtseyed, she had been wearing a small
blue dress under her robe. Though her fur covered her naughty bits, it made
it far easier to curtsey if she was wearing a dress. "A temporary gift to
you, to show you that there is someone who cares, very temporary I'm afraid.
I came too late into this dream, the sun will rise soon. But, please, feel
better for me my prince."

Matthew shook his head as he screamed out in pure terror. "Please, no, keep
me comatose for a month. I can't lose myself again!"

"Your kingdom needs you another day. I just want you to know that I care..."
Xhyz said with a smile. "Good morning Matthew."

Malisa woke up, returned to the waking world where an unbreakable curse kept
her in a maiden's body and she still had no idea how to deal with it. Xhyz's
comments providing only a temporary relief and Pascal's potion worn off.
"...At least I'm not alone.." Malisa said to herself, trying to think of her
visitor. The Princess got up to do her morning routine and dress herself,
before she went through with this routine she turned back to her bed. Her
soft, warm, comfortable bed, which now seemed even more tantalizing than the
allure of five more minutes usually is. She could study the spells needed,
she could go into an irreversible coma and dream her impossible desire for
all eternity, never knowing her burden again. "....My people need me...."
Malisa said, dismissing the thought immediately. "There are no excuses that
will fly, a princess' work is never done.. Not while blood runs in my veins
and I draw breath... Not while my father's Kingdom has anything that needs
accomplishing." Malisa gave a pep talk to psych herself up as she dressed
herself, skipping her morning routine. There was no time to dwell on the
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