Transfer Of Power [FICTOID]

Why did I choose this? the sorceress asked herself.  There must’ve been a dozen better options!

She currently resided inside a coconut.  She got inside the coconut by magically transforming herself into a lime to escape a mortal enemy who vowed to kill her, forgetting she’d need hands to make the necessary magical gestures to transform herself back (she picked a lime as a perfect disguise simply because it was so obviously stupid).

As a lime she got plucked, taken to market, sold, then sliced in half and squeezed in a juicer, the juice then being poured into a coco nut for a tourist’s drink.

The sorceress needed to think fast.  She transferred her core identity, her spiritual essence out of the lime’s pulp and into its juice as soon as she realized what lay in store for her.

While she could take physical possession of the tourist, she refrained.  Messy moral and ethical problems, she thought.  I’ve got enough on my hands -- or would if I had hands.

Instead she read his mind -- ///Light reading///, she thought -- and once she realized he was on his honeymoon opted to move down to his testicles.

To her dismay, later that evening she heard her host request for sodomy be added to the nightly menu.

Not wanting to wind up in his bride’s mouth or anus, she used her magical power to redirect his focus to her vulva.

As her host enjoyed another romantic / erotic evening with his bride, she metaphorically elbowed her way past a pack of sperm.

“One side, fellas!” she said, sneaking out ahead of them to overpower the rudimentary birth control her new host used, successfully impregnating her.

Once she departed her male host’s body, she released her control over his mind.  As a reward for his assistance in escaping lime form, she influenced his bride to be a bit more adventurous that evening and allow her groom to -- in the words of the starship Enterprise -- “boldly go where no man has gone before.”

She’d need to wait nine months to be born in a new physical body, and then another ten to twenty to mature enough to use her sorcerous powers, but she could wait.

Time, after all, was on her side.

© Buzz Dixon