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Case 4: The Favor

Part 2

By XP Author

The sound of the docks was not very loud out by the old abandoned warehouses. The only people that were around were homeless bums or junkies. Though it was possible there were some thugs from one of the various crime families hanging around somewhere. It was a poorly kept secret that the various organized crime groups used the old buildings for their own uses. It was also thought that the reason the old places still existed was because of various payoffs to officials to keep the area vacant. Corruption that high up was way beyond Tag's pay grade to deal with, even when he was a cop.

He and Ginny walked down the long stretch of concrete parking that connected the various old buildings. "Alright. We should probably split up and start searching around. We can cover more ground that way. But be careful. The mob like to use these places. We're not here for them, so try to just behave yourself while we're he- where are you going?" He turned as he explained, only to see the rat walking away, sniffing the air as she moved with purpose. "Ginny?"

She held up a hand, then pointed up. "I smell blood."

He sighed. "Yeah, I'm not surprised. I just said that the mob like to use these places." He couldn't smell anything but salt water and garbage. But he also wasn't an undead killer. It wouldn't surprise him that she had a keen sense for blood specifically.

She shook her head. "It's feline. And fresh... two days old. Maybe three."

That got his attention, his tone serious. "Can you follow it to the source?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Follow me. And be careful, the mob like to use this place." He rolled his eyes, following his partner as she followed her nose. She paused and sniffed when they got close to one of the warehouse entryways, then shook her head. "Nope, not this one. But we're closer." She did the same at the next, but again shook her head. "Nope, just a bunch of drugs in there. Cocaine, I think." He pulled out his notepad, jotting down that to report later, then followed as she was already moving on.

When they got to the next warehouse she barely sniffed before she nodded. "Oh yeah, this is it. Strong scent of blood here."

He nodded. "Yeah... I'm starting to smell it, too." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his revolver. After a quick check it was fully loaded, he nodded to her again. "You're the fighter here, so I'll follow you on this one."

She gave him a big, toothy, unnerving grin, clearly excited by the prospect of actually fighting someone this time. When they got to the metal door, she just gave it a solid kick. One so hard that the thing was ripped off its hinges, clattering somewhere inside. She bolted in after it. He sighed. "Subtle." He followed behind her, gun at the ready. The warehouse was one large, empty room. A catwalk ringed the edge of the second floor, wires and cables hanging loose from the ceiling from where old equipment used to be. It was also quiet, the only sound the echoing of the ocean, as the place was within viewing distance of the docks.

Ginny's ears twitched and swiveled as she listened. She relaxed her posture a moment later. "There's no one here."

"Alright." He still kept his gun at the ready anyway. "That smell of blood is stronger, too..." He already had a sinking feeling before they got here. Now he was pretty much certain they weren't going to find Jan alive.

The rat motioned for him to follow. "C'mon. It's strongest this way." She moved in the direction of where the warehouse's offices would be. Testing the door, she found it unlocked. When she opened it, she stepped in, then called out. "Oh... I think we found where the lamia lives."

He braced himself and followed. "Oh... fuck." The offices had been converted into something of a bedroom. A mattress sat against one wall, covered in a blue tarp. The walls had road signs attached at random spots. The window was covered by sheet metal, blocking the view out to the rest of the warehouse. And absolutely everything was covered in bloodstains. "Yeah, we found something alright. This must be her lair." He crouched down to look at the bloodstains on the floor. "Some of these look older than others."

"Yeah. I'm picking up fox, deer, and wolf in the mix now. Cat is definitely the freshest." Ginny looked around. "Something else, too..."

"What?"

The rat shook her head, unsure. She still tried to follow the scent, though with so much of it filling the air, it was hard to pick out just one. She moved to the bed, then around to the side. "Ah... it's hers." She reached down to grab something.

Tag yelped. "Hey! Don't go just grabbing stuff at a crime scene!"

She scoffed. "Trust me, you'll want to touch this, too." She walked over and held out what she found. In the palm of her hand was a batch of scales, splashes of dried blood along one side. "It's her scales. I think that's her blood on it, too. Smells reptilian."

He let out a sigh as he looked at the scales. "Yeah, okay." He cast his eyes around the room. "Let's head out into the main area. I don't want to end up possibly passing out into a pool of blood." He headed out the door, the rat following him close by. Once they were out in the main warehouse, he took several deep breaths. "Alright. Here we go." He reached out and took hold of the scales. The moment his fingers touched them and the blood on them, he grit his teeth as the vision took over his very being in an assault of information.

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The creature was old. Incredibly old. It was impossible to tell by how much, as it had no concept of time. Not like what he knew. It was a creature of the sea, hatched under the waters deep in the ocean. It knew nothing of family, fighting to survive the moment it was alive. As a serpent, it could grasp its prey, squeezing the life out of it before feeding. It started on the fish, but larger fish were always a threat. It grew in size rapidly, but there were always other threats. It wanted safety as much as food.

It followed prey up, where the water grew lighter, with less pressure. As it rose, it found it could become bigger and bigger, using the water and some kind of magic to make itself bigger. It was the threat now. It started to hunt bigger prey. Sharks were the most fun. They fought back, or tried to, but they always died to its crushing tail in the end. It did this for a long time, but eventually started to find itself growing lonely. It knew not what it was called, as it had no language, but it had never seen another like it. As it reached its sexual maturity, he learned that this lamia was hermaphroditic. It seemed normal to the creature, who still thought of herself as a she. He wondered if they all were like this. He would have to ask later.

Something was above. A huge shadow, unlike any creature she had seen. It floated on the shining edge of the world above. She had never risked going there, afraid she might pass that edge and vanish. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she finally braved the crossing. She emerged to find the air, though she had no concept of it. It was like a void to her, yet she could breathe in it, using her lungs for the first time rather than her gills. There was no pressure, either, and it felt like she would expand into oblivion, yet instead found herself shrinking without the water around her. It was a very disorienting feeling.

She found the creature that made the shadow. It was the strangest thing she had ever seen. He knew it was a boat, wood with sails. A shipping vessel, with people running around on the deck. More creatures she had never seen. They moved like nothing she knew, using legs like crabs, but only the two. They were covered in so many colors, from the fuzzy browns and oranges she would learn was fur, to the blues, greens, whites, and reds she would learn was clothing. As she drew closer, she heard the smaller things making noises. She had no concept of language yet, but he recognized it, even if he could not speak it. It was Portuguese. He also recognized their style of clothing. Merchant fleets, crossing to 'the new world' to trade goods during the golden age of sailing and piracy. That made this somewhere between the early 16th to late 18th century.

Again and again, she found these strange creatures on their strange craft. She heard other languages, too. Spanish, French, English, and Dutch. She started to learn the languages, especially loving when they sang. She found she could sing back with them, her voice carrying somehow better out of the water than in. These sailors would start looking frantically for her. She learned later they thought she was a mermaid. She had eaten a few of those. They were afraid of her.

She also found her voice could command them if she used their language in her songs. She convinced one to leap from the deck to join her. She would later learn he was something called a fox. He was desperate for the company of a woman, easy to control. Easy to squeeze. Even dying and drowning as she dragged him under, she felt him trying to mate with her. She let him, never experiencing this feeling before. She loved it. She loved how he tasted, too, devouring him in several large bites. She would later learn to remove the clothes to improve the taste. He was quite filling, almost as large as she was out of the water.

She existed like this for a long time, luring sailors into the water to mate and eat. She learned all the languages during this time, noting how their ships changed almost as much as their language. Wood was replaced by metal, then eventually they could travel under the water in their metal tubes. She hated those submarines. She grew to hate soldiers, too. They were just as easy to control, but they also started to attack, using things that fired metal at her with loud bangs. The submarines fired their torpedoes. It was becoming harder to eat in peace.

Then war happened. The surface became very unfriendly, ships on fire, metal birds screaming overhead, raining noise and more fire upon the ships. The soldiers that were in the water were dead, already torn to pieces. It did not appeal to her. She liked her food fresh. She went deeper again, staying there and terrorizing the mermaids and fish for a time. It was impossible to tell just how long. When she tried the surface again, the fighting was done. There were also a lot fewer of the metal ships around. She found herself growing upset as her favorite source of food and fun was getting so limited.

She decided to follow one of the ships this time. She had followed one once before, discovering what land was and that she could move around on it, though unlike in the water, her size was limited on land. It was not her favorite place, but she was starting to grow desperate. Finally, it was somewhere he recognized. The docks at Alta Ferro. Ships would come and go with more frequency here. Despite the water not being as deep, she found a nice underwater alcove to make her new lair. She would hunt from here.

As time passed, the number of ships continued to dwindle. She would have to go onto land if she wanted to keep finding her prey. So she did that. She found the warehouse. Some homeless wolf had claimed it as her home. He was her first meal that didn't come off a boat or out of the water. She was even easier to cast her song on, getting her to stay still until she was wrapped around her naked body, crushing her. It made quite a mess without water around her, but she felt strong on land.

She hunted others that would come, but they were so few. She started to make her way out into the city itself. She found one of her prey could use magic to disguise himself. She used her song to force him to teach her how. As a reward for his gift, she let him live, but sang to forget he ever met her. Now with a new trick, she could venture further into the city and not stand out as much. Anyone that did see her, she could sing to forget her.

He let the vision pick up speed again, skipping as she hunted prey after prey, looking for the tiger. Finally, he found it. He got to see her singing at the tiger to follow, the possum behind the counter to forget. She led Jan back to the warehouse, into the room she had claimed as her land-lair from the homeless wolf. She sang at Jan again. "Remove your clothes, get them off. Throw them to the ground, your covering you doff." The tiger complied, stripping herself down completely. Tag could see why Jason had a thing for her. She was athletic and toned, her abs showing some definition, as well as her arms and legs. Her chest was a good size as well. The lamia always found breasts fascinating, since, as a reptile, she possessed none.

The lamia also stripped herself of the clothing she wore to blend in. It was little more than a baggy black t-shirt and a pleated skirt, both she had stolen from one of her previous victims. She drew closer, singing again. "Stand there and be still, while I give you a hug. Let me feel you close, though this will be snug." She started to wrap her tail around the feline. Tag tried to let this part skip ahead, but the vision refused to go any faster. He would have to endure watching and experiencing the violation and death of the innocent tiger in full.

The lamia pressed close, her cock having emerged in full from the slit below her torso. She slid it close, then pressed it up into the tiger's slit, gasping. Jan also gasped, though also winced as the long shaft pierced up deep into her. The pain seemed to start bringing her out of the hypnosis, but it was too late. The snake tail had coiled around her body. She blinked several times, then cried out in pain as the lamia started to thrust. "Back to the real world, you seem to have come. Too late to fight back, to me you will succumb."

Jan still tried to fight, squirming and thrashing as the tail coiled harder around her. She managed to scratch at her with claws, flaking off several scales, but it was hardly enough to make the lamia stop. She screamed, but it was weak as she could barely fill her lungs. The snake continued to hump deep, moaning as she forced the whole length into Jan's tight tunnel. The lamia moaned loud, squeezing harder as she grew closer to the edge, doing nothing to hold back her pleasure. Jan's already weak cries devolved into wheezes and groans. Soon, the sound of bones snapping and cracking filled the room, and blood started to drool out of the tiger's mouth.

More bones snapped and cracked, another gush of blood from Jan's mouth. Then her head lulled forward, eyes staring vacantly at the ground. The lamia cried out, humping harder at the quivering form in her grasp. A moment later, she was pumping her seed into her, filling her to the brim and more, much of it drooling out against her tail. She licked her lips, leaning forward to lick the blood from the fox's lips. "Mmm... you will be a treat." Mice and rats were her favorite meal by far, but she liked felines quite a bit, too.

The snake lady opened her mouth wide, leaning down and fitting not only Jan's head, but her shoulders into her mouth. She snapped down hard, biting into the feline's flesh. Blood started to drool out around her lips. Unlike other snakes, she did not eat her prey whole. Instead, she gripped tight and ripped upwards while biting down. Soon, the weakened flesh tore, and she pulled the woman's upper half clean away at the shoulders in a mess of gore and blood. She swallowed this first, head, arms, and tits all in one go. It slid down her throat and filled her belly, the taste incredibly satisfying. She bit into the torso next, ripping it free of the hips, savoring this even more. The last was the hips and legs, tasting her own seed within her as she finished her messy meal.

The snake fell to the floor once she was done, patting her blood-covered belly. "Ah... another satisfying meal, and my fun for the day. You were very tasty, and a lovely lay." She let herself lounge for a while, so full she could not easily move. It was the downside of gorging herself as she did. When she could move, she sluggishly slithered off, taking all the discarded clothing with her. She moved into water, where she could move more freely. She made her way down to her underwater lair, coiling up and resting. Meals like these meant she would remain satisfied for several days, so she would rest until she grew hungry again. The vision started to fade with her still there, sleeping in her alcove underwater. But the hunger was starting to come back. She would need to emerge and feed again soon.

* * *

Tag opened his eyes as his mind returned to his own body. For once, it was not a shocking experience, as the vision had ended in resting. Though he still groaned. He found himself on the floor, staring up at the hanging wires dangling from the ceiling above. He just lay there a moment, processing everything he just experienced. "That must have been a fun vision..." He looked to the side, seeing Ginny sitting beside him cross-legged.

"Why do you say that?" He pushed himself up a little, propping himself up on his elbows.

She pointed at him. "Because you're sporting a pretty good boner."

He looked down, and sure enough, the front of his pants was tented visibly. He sighed, sitting up a little more to try and hide it as best he could. "Ah... sorry. I had to experience someone having a pretty intense orgasm. That can happen..." He hadn't found any of what he experienced arousing, but his body reacted the same as if he had been there. Thankfully, he hadn't finished. "More importantly, I can say that Jan is most definitely dead, and we're definitely hunting a snake lady that can sing. Well... snake hermaphrodite."

Ginny nodded. "Ah. She get eaten?" He nodded. "Ah well." The rat stood up. "So. You know where she is now so we can go kill her right back?"

He nodded. "Yes, but we're not doing that."

She gave him a disappointed look. "What!? Why not?"

Tag hooked a thumb over his shoulder, pointing in the direction of the water beyond the warehouses. "Because she's a sea creature currently sleeping in an alcove deep underwater. I'm sure with your... condition... you can survive under there, but I doubt you can fight well. Plus, she can change size in the water, becoming big enough to crush a great white. And even you might have some problems if you get eaten."

She glared for a moment, then just sighed. "Yeah... okay, fine." She let out a heavy, disappointed sigh. Then she gave him a mischievous look. "So, what now then? You gonna go take care of your 'reaction' first?"

He ignored the last part. "First, I'm going to tell Jason that Jan's not coming back. I'll try and think of some excuse." He accepted the offered hand to help him back to his feet. "Then, we're going to stake this place out. The lamia's starting to get hungry again, so she'll emerge within the next day or two."

"THEN can we kill her?"

He reached out and pat the rat's shoulder. "Yes. Then you can go to town on her. She's sapient, but she's still a monster by nature, and very dangerous. She could survive on fish, but she hunts people because they are her favorite. She kills for pleasure as much as food. I think putting her down might be the only option."

Ginny giggled giddily, clearly happy she gets to actually fight someone this time. "Alright!" She cleared her throat, but did not hide her excitement. "Well, I'll call this into HQ and let them know what's happening. You go talk to your ex-partner."

Tag groaned. "He's not going to be happy about this..." He turned with a sigh. "Like he needs any more reasons to hate me."

She frowned at his back. "You still need to tell me about that sometime."

He nodded. "Yeah." He started to walk away. "Maybe once you tell me about the grudge that kept you here." She frowned harder at him, but let him walk away.

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