User blog:Gnomehunter/Monster Girl Fusion-Holstaur Ranch

  A man and a woman sit next to each other on a couch, in the frame of a camera. “Good afternoon, viewers! My name is Clair Clark and today I have a very exciting interview with a couple of humble origins and rapid success! Allow me to introduce Damian and Hannah Townbend!” The man smiles and waves at the camera.

“Thank you Clair, but it’s really a bit misleading to call us a couple. I mean, we are a couple, but not exactly just a couple, if you catch my meaning?”

“Of course, Damian! For our viewers at home, allow me to elaborate. While these two are quite happily married, Hannah is not merely a single individual!” She gestured to the doorway behind her, and out walked Hannah. From the waist up, she had the appearance of a normal owl mage, with thick brown fluff and wings, but looking carefully below her waist, one could see that her legs were the same white and black spotted pattern of a holstaur, and ended in large, sturdy hooves. Her breasts were of the expected proportion, and she had horns on her head. She swayed across the floor and plopped down on the couch next to Damian. “Now Hannah, could you explain to our viewers exactly how you came to be in this situation?” Hannah nodded and gave an answer with more words than one might expect to hear from an owl mage in a year.

“Well, I was in Damian’s house for a visit when he and his wife Minerva offered me a drink and when I tried it I felt all strange and warm and when I woke up I found my body had fused with Minerva’s and now we’re 2 monsters in 1 body!”

“So that means Minerva is with you too?”

“That’s right, we’re entirely inseparable”.

“Talk about difficult roommate situations”, Clair said with a grin. “Is it possible to hear from Minerva right now?”

“I’m afraid not, she’s fast asleep right now”.

“Ah, that makes sense. Well let me fill you in on how I came across these remarkable trio. In my travels, I caught wind of a minotaur who’s breasts had the same milk-producing capacity as a holstaur. Well when I heard about that I simply had to find out about how she’d done it. She referred me to this exact location and when I finally made my way out here, I discovered that there was an entire holstaur ranch, devoted entirely to creating more fusions of monster girls with holstaurs! So here I am now, with a boatload of questions. I’d like to shed as much light on your process as you’re willing! And perhaps we can help others decide if this process is right for them”.

“Right then. Maybe I could start with explaining how we go about pairing holstaurs with visiting monsters?

“Please do”.

“Well the most important part of the process is that the actual combination happens here on the ranch. We want to do everything we can to help mamono adapt to their new bodies. We have a steady stream of visitors, both human, holstaur and other mamono. The numbers of available holstaur, mamono, or potions that we have to give to visitors is almost never even, so we typically need to ask mamono to wait until we can brew more potions”.

“So then Minerva must be working pretty hard to make enough?”

“Well, often, but not always. Sometimes there aren’t enough visitors, so she takes the time to make extras. We’ve actually gotten offers of assistance from a few locals to make more batches”.

“And what is it like actually making a pair?”

“That’s handled on a case by case basis. Sometimes the arrival is a single mamono, in which case all she needs to do is speak to the available holstaurs to find one who is interested in pairing with her. It’s absolutely crucial that the pair is compatible with each other. Imagine searching for a roommate for life, except that there’s almost no sense of privacy from them. Then, sometimes a married mamono comes with her husband. Then they have to find a holstaur who likes both of them”.

“And could you describe what the actual transformation is like?”

“I can speak to that”, Hannah spoke up. “So, both mamono have to drink their part of the potion. Then all I remember is passing out. I’ve spoken to a lot of others after their transformation. Minerva believes it might be a beneficial side effect, to protect mamono from potential harm as their bodies are changed and combined. When I became conscious, I remember it was like I was in a vast empty dark space. But I saw Minerva too. I heard Damian’s voice calling for us, and I tried to respond. But it was like he didn’t hear us. I summoned up all my desire to see him and I suddenly found myself back in the real world. I had all my senses back. But I had this feeling that there was someone else with me. It was like I could feel Minerva’s presence in the back of my mind. We had a lot of problems we had to work out at first. But In the end we were able to figure out how both of us could have our needs met”.

“The way you speak, it sounds like you couldn’t both occupy the body at the same time?”

“No, we’ve tried. We think of the body sort of like a suit that only one person can wear at a time. Or course, the one who’s not in the suit can still be aware of all the sensations of their partner. But we have to take turns”.

“Hmm, that paints a bit of a frightening picture, doesn’t it? That one of you is living in a normal body, while the other is left in literal darkness? Made to go along with everything without having any say in the matter?”

“I suppose. But we do make sure everyone involved is prepared as much as they can be. And that both mamono partners are in agreement before the transformation. Besides, it’s not impossible to furnish our… uh, headspace? Minerva was able to make a bed for us. I’ve seen some stronger mamono visit and I’ve heard some creating entire environments. It all depends on what both of them need”.

“Well, I guess there’s only so much you can do to prepare a couple. Is there anything you can tell us about how the bodies of the mamono combine? Are there any expectations you can have for the appearance of that mamono?”

“Yep. Of course any mamono gets enoooooormous mommy milkers”, Hannah said with a smirk, and Damian turned away from the camera to mask his snickering. “Other than that, they typically get hooves, horns, and the holstaur pattern of white with black spots. But the exact specifics depend on the other species”.

“Could you elaborate? Who were your first clients when word got around?”

“Succubi. They were some of the most simple combinations, and they were practically giddy to have another means to attract a man. They kept all their body parts like wings and tail, but now they have all the holstaur features I mentioned. But we also saw lamias and harpies early on. The harpies looked just like you’d expect, except they had hooves instead of talons. Oh, and a word of warning. There’s no way you’re flying after transformation. Minerva had to learn that after the fact”.

“And how were lamias affected? They look human from the waist up”.

“Well in that case they retained the body of a holstaur waist up, but they kept the lamia tail. That’s sort of...the main charm point of the lamia family, so they kept it”.

“So only a few types of mamono were able to get here at first”.

“Oh, there were two more. We had several dark mages, they wanted to see what potential there was for holstaur milk. But we also got a visit from a sabbath delegation”.

“Why would they be so interested in having bigger breasts?”

“Well, they wanted our magic formula. But Minerva didn’t want to give it up so easily, so they sent a group of witches to obtain data”.

“And how did that go? Witches are kind of at the opposite end of the spectrum of holstaurs yes?” Hannah chuckled.

“You’d have to see it to believe it. They ended up with the same bodies as a witch, except one half of their chest was totally flat like normal, and one half was this giant boob that looked the size of their head”. Clair sat there, speechless, as if she was trying to imagine what the resulting monsters looked like. “They had to be carried out”, Hannah added. “But we heard back that the new mamono were well received, and we’ve gotten more sabbath visitors since then”.

“Well, that’s just the segue I needed. Do you have time to talk about some more examples of mamono that have sought your services?”

“Of course”, Damian answered, having collected himself.

“Could you take care of things from here?” Hannah asked softly. “I think I’ve had enough time in the spotlight”.

“Of course”, he said, giving her a quick kiss”. Hannah rose, leaving the room and when she was out of view of the camera, let out a big sigh of relief”.

“Alright Damian. I’d like to hear about some of the most interesting cases of visitors you’ve received. I believe Hannah’s descriptions were enough for many mamono to get an idea of how they would be affected. What about the less expected outcomes?”

“Alright. I think that goes to the slime. We’ve gotten almost every type of slime visiting our ranch, whether they were coming here on purpose or wandered in by accident. When a holstaur and slime combine, you get a slimetaur, for whatever type of slime it is. It’s like a holstaur, except she has the same appearance and feel of a normal slime. And because she’s transparent, you can see the insides of her breasts that are holding the milk. You can even see it as it’s being consumed or made”.

“And can you communicate all this to slimes when they visit?”

“Well, it’s not so accurate to say that we inform them. More than a few times we’ve had a holstaur take matters into her own hands and make the transformation. But it doesn’t seem to be a problem for slimes. Gives them a lot of advantages in trying to find someone. The other mamono I have to talk about is the automaton”.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of those myself. Can they really combine without any issues?”

“We had one visit once. The result was a sort of mecha holstaur, with the body of the holstaur covered in all the same metallic parts. Besides, I heard from them later that it was beneficial in opening the automaton up to becoming more emotional”.

“So it seems that some mamono may benefit from being partnered with a holstaur?”

“Oh certainly. I have a number of them in mind”.

“Go on”.

“We’ve had a few married alraune make their way here”.

“And how does that work with regard to their nectar?”

“There’s two ways I’ve seen this play out. The one way was for the holstaur to take shape in the flower besides the alraune. This is one exception to mamono having to share a body. In that case, both mamono could communicate separately. The other way gave the girl a sort of alraune looking holstaur, totally mobile but she had green skin and plant parts attached to her body. One side holds milk, the other holds nectar”.

“How do you know what the result will be?”

“You don’t. In the second case, the alraune expressed an interest in travel, so maybe that’s what affected their change. So next I have to talk about the Onis that traveled all the way from Zipangu. Two words. Alcoholic milk”.

“My, that must be quite the ordeal for whichever men they find”.

“Sure will be. Do you still have time?”

“Carry on!” Clair answered. They were past the allotted time. She waved the crew out. I’ll pack everything up and carry it back myself. The girls in the editing booth can figure out how to put this all together later. I have to hear more stories.

“Well let’s see…”

---

A knock on the door. Damian opened it to see a young man, a rather ragged woman dangling limply over his shoulders.

“Hello there sir. Did you come here looking for our ranch?”

“Yes”, the man answered, rather dejectedly. “I’d have been happy with about any holstaur, but I ran into her”, he gestured to the zombie, who took his finger into her mouth.

“Quite the encounter”.

“I’m just glad there was only one. I can’t just leave this girl, but I was hoping maybe you’d have a holstaur who was willing to join with a zombie?”

“Well why don’t we go talk to them. We’ve never had an undead mamono visit us before”. When they reached the barn, the single girls stepped up to greet them. “Ladies, we have this fellow here, he wants to know if any of you would like to join up with his new wife? How would you like to partner with this lovely zombie!” Damian made the final announcement with as much enthusiasm as he could muster, but many of them shied away at the mention of a zombie.

“Sorry sir”, one of them said. “I don’t think anyone likes the thought of producing spoiled milk”.

“I thought so”, he answered sadly.

“You could stay in the area if you’d like. Eventually there will be more holstaurs”.

The next morning, the man prepared to stop by the ranch before returning home. He didn’t have that much time to wait. When he arrived, one of them was waiting for him.

“Oh! I”m glad you haven’t left. Are you still looking for one of us?”

“Yes, I thought maybe I’d try again before leaving”.

“Then would you accept me? I thought, zombies aren’t any worse off than most mamono, so maybe it would be ok if we did combine”.

“Sweetie, I promise if your milk is somehow no longer good, I’ll help you deal with it”.

“Wonderful! And this is the one?” She pointed to the zombie. She groaned.

“I don’t think she has any problems with it”.

The two drank the potions, and when they came to, there was a holstaur, her skin the same shade of gray as a zombie. She walked with a slouch, and struggled to maintain her posture, but was otherwise unaffected.

“How does it feel?”

“It’s going to take some getting used to. But that other girl, hmm, we need to come up with a name for her. She seemed fine. Now could you see if my milk is ok?” He nodded and went for a sip. Cautiously, he swallowed.

“An acquired taste, but it’s fine”. She broke out in a smile.

“Before you go, would it be possible to give us some of that milk? Then we might have a better idea of the effects on combining with a zombie”.

“Is that ok dear?”

“That’s fine. It will give me some relief before we go home”.

---

“Well? How about it? Imagine, the pleasure of having complete power over him, making him beg for your touch, imagine demanding him to drink every drop of your milk, and he’d be happy to obey!” The visitor began to breathe more heavily, leaning up against the holstaur’s body in a brazen lack of regard for her personal space. She cupped the girl’s cheek, preparing to go in for a kiss,

“Ma’am, please give our girls a little space”, Damian spoke up. She glared at him but complied.

“I’d rather have my husband milk me out of love”, one of the holstaurs said, and the others agreed”.

“Oh, it’s not like you have to hurt him”, the lady answered, holding up her whip. “These are just tools to provide different types of pleasure. If there’s anything you don’t want to do, we can talk”.

“Could we really make him do anything?” One of the girls asked from the back. She’d become spellbound by the visitor’s speech and had grown aroused.

“Of course, my dear”, she said, seizing the opportunity.

“Then consider me interested”.

The dark elf admired her new appearance. Hooves, horns, and a chest that was about to tear through her jacket.

“Oh my queen...imagine what we could do with these hooves”.

“Hey! You’re not going to hurt anyone right?” She heard her partner’s voice. She sat down beside a tree. She relinquished control in order to speak face to face with the girl.

“There are many ways to give pleasure to someone, and I hope you’ll come to discover all the ways I can give it to a man. But we’ll decide if there’s anything you want to avoid”.

“Thank goodness”, she said, relaxing.

“But first you must take a look at your new appearance”.

The girl nodded and followed her partner’s instructions, snapping into proper consciousness. Taking in her surroundings and squinting at the bright light, she looked down at her body. She gasped at the sight of the lovely shade of brown her skin jhad become. She looked at the tight leather gear she was dressed in.

“Might be good at holding these babies up”.

---

As the sun began to set, Hannah was closing up the sleeping quarters for the holstaurs when she spotted someone approaching their home. As they got nearer she could see it was a short stature succubus, with all the standard features but one. A noticeably boyish face.

“Ma’am, could you please help me?” They asked in a voice that sounded almost like a young man. They were holding their arms against their chest and looked mortified at the thought of even being seen.

“Are you perhaps an alp?” Hannah asked gently.

“Yes”, they answered, almost in tears. “I couldn’t face my family after I changed, so I just ran. I’ve been trying to avoid people but lately I’ve found any man I see is starting to make me feel things I never thought I would. I hoped maybe another mamono would help me”.

“You know, I might have just the thing to help you. But first, I have a few holstaurs that might like to meet you”. She turned and opened the barn, the girls looking up in confusion.

“You got another visitor, Hannah?” One asked sleepily.

“girls, I’m sorry to bother you so late. But we have this young one here, they’ve recently become an alp and they’re still not quite complete with transition. I thought maybe you’d be able to help?”

“And what’s your name, sugar?”

“Jason. Or it was. I don’t know anymore”.

“Jason we can figure that out later but right now I’d like to give you a hug”. Henrietta opened her arms, beckoning the alp to join her. They approached cautiously, before embracing her and bursting into tears, the other holstaurs joining the two and pouring sympathy onto them. Hannah left to fetch a potion, returning after telling Damian that there was a visitor who wished to remain anonymous.

The next morning, Jason woke up sprawled out with the other holstaurs. They blushed at the thought of what they’d done the previous night, and checked their appearance to find that they had shed the last vestiges of outward facing masculinity.

After greeting the two partners, Hannah gave them their potions.

“Are you sure this is what you want, sugar?” Henrietta asked. Jason nodded. When their transformation was finished, Henriette stood up and looked at her body. It was the same, with short wings, tail, and horns that looked more devil than cow. “I wonder if these will continue to grow?”

Several days after transformation, Henrietta was well on her way to the next city. As she rested for the night, she took the chance to speak to jason. “Jason, sugar, are you sure you don’t want to come out for a bit of fresh air?”

“It’s fine. Now that you’re in control I never want to show my face again, they replied, skulking in as much of a corner as they could manage.

“I think you may eventually change your mind. Besides, I don’t want you feeling miserable forever. Maybe we can make you more comfortable”. She picked up the lightweight succubus and lay down on the surface, planting a soft kiss on Jason’s lips. They squirmed as their more skillful partner began to probe their weak spots.

---

Minerva opened the door, the knock was much too late for her liking, she’d just gotten comfortable perched on Damain’s lap. Opening the door, she was prepared to tell the visitor very brusquely to come back the following day, when she jumped in surprise, ruffling her feathers. In the doorframe was a tall and bulky woman, staring down at her silently. The two stared for no short amount of time, Minerva taking in the sight of her plush limbs, the light from inside shining in on the stitching on her legs and what appeared to be stuffing spilling out. The visitor still refused to speak a word.

“Honey, is someone there?” Damian asked, coming in on the face off. The visitor looked over at him.

“Apologies sir, I was hoping to seek your services?”

“Could you wait until tomorrow? It’s rather late”.

“Begging your pardon. Of course”. She turned and practically vanished into the darkness.

So who’s this new girl?” A holstaur asked, looking at the visitor the next day.

“I’m a bogey. My kind wishes to help people who are sad and lonely, and unable to find love”.

“Like a big teddy bear”, she said, hugging the visitor’s arm.

“And what would you do if you found a man who needed your help?”

“I would embrace him, and hold him while he cried. I would pour love into him until his sadness was banished, then I would reward him”.

“What about a woman?”

“I would embrace her just the same, whisper words of comfort until she felt better. Perhaps, she would even wish to become like me, and search for other humans who need comfort”.

“What do you think of children?”

“The most precious of them all. I would find a child who had not been given the care they needed and I would give it to them myself. Until they were old enough. Then I might even be able to give them my love”.

“How lovely”, the girl replied. “I think milk might be just the thing someone could use to feel better”.

“That was what I thought”

“Then we’re in agreement!”

The transformation resulted in the same plush body of the bogey, now with sturdy hooves. Her chest swelled and the two set off in search of whoever needed them.

---

“And I hope that that’s enough stories to satisfy your curiosity”, Damian said, checking the time to see that it was approaching 7 pm”.

“Yes! My apologies for keeping you so long. But, if I can ask one more thing?”

“Alright, but I really do need to wrap this up by 8”.

“You told me that you managed to make a combination of a holstaur and a zombie? Have you had any other experiences with undead type mamono?”

“Ah yes, I’ve had two of them since then”.

---

It was midday when Hannah, walking along the grounds on her return from the fields, stumbled upon a strange girl. She was entirely human but for her limbs being made entirely of bone, as well as parts of her ribcage, pelvis and skull being entirely exposed. The girl lurched over to Hannah and presented her a piece of worn out parchment. She stared intently at Hannah until she took the paper and unfolded it to see there was a note.

‘To whom it may concern,

I have heard of your exploits in combining the bodies of various mamono with holstaurs. I wish to test this magic on a batch of skeletons. My messenger will wait on the grounds near your residence and I will arrive the following evening with 7 more skeletons. Do not worry about supplying enough potions for all the transformations’.

Hannah looked puzzled, but thanked the skeleton, who started to plod away from the house towards the fields, far away from their residence. “Wait!” Hannah  called. The skeleton turned around. “Why don’t you come with me to the barn? It might help for some of the girls to meet you”. She took the skeleton by the hand and led her to the barn where she slid the door open. At the time, there was an exceptionally large number of holstaurs residing there compared to the number of potential mamono visitors. “Girls, I’d like you all to meet a potential  visitor”.

The group took one look at the skeleton and many balked at the thought.

“Another undead girl?”

“I don’t know, there was one who fused with a zombie once right?”

“I know you might not all like the idea, but I got a message that there will be someone else arriving tomorrow evening with even more skeletons. Eight in total. This could be the chance for a lot of you to find someone, if you’re willing to take the chance”.

“Leave her with us, Hannah”, one of them said. “We might get the chance to know her better by tomorrow”.

After informing Damian of the arrival, the couple waited until the following day, wondering who might have sent the note. That evening, as the sun was setting, a dark figure appeared on the grounds near the barn. It appeared to be a person shrouded in a dark cloak. As it neared the couple, it lowered the hood to reveal a woman’s face, skin as gray as the skeleton’s before her.

“Good evening sir and madam. I have come as I informed you yesterday”.

“You told us that you would be bringing some more skeletons with you?”

“Yes, I will call them when I have seen the holstaurs”.

“And why did you want to bring so many?” Damian asked.

“For research purposes. It’s useful to have a variety of data”. She stared blankly at the couple. “If you prefer not to answer my request, then I will take my messenger and leave”.

“No, that skeleton you sent has been staying with the girls since she arrived. I think you might have a few who are interested”. They led the visitor to the barn. Inside the holstaurs were milling about, taking notice when the door opened. The woman entered as soon as she saw one of the holstaurs sitting on the ground, holding the skeleton in her lap.

“Hello ma’am, you must be the one who sent this little girl over to us the other day”.

“I am. You seem to have taken quite the interest in my messenger?”

“Well she’s such a cute little thing”. She patted the skeleton’s head, prompting what looked nearly like a smile from the small mamono.

“Am I to assume that you have taken interest in joining with this one then?”

“That’s right. I’ve been here and back again for a while now. I think I’m tired of waiting for the right mamono or guy to come along. And this little one seems like a fine partner to me”.

“Then are you ready?” Hannah asked.

“Sure am”. The holstaur took the potion, and after coaxing the skeleton to drink it, she downed the other one.

Later, the mamono woke up and she looked at her new form. She was every bit holstaur, but for the large, dense bones that made up her legs, attached to hooves. Her arms were made of equally strong bones, and a part of her face seemed to have fallen away to reveal her skull. But as she stood up, the most noticeable change was her massive chest contained by an interlocking structure of bones, like a big plate attached to her chest. “Oh this is nice”, she said.

“Are you ok?” The other holstaurs asked, looking at her half exposed skull.

“It’s nothing to worry about. Besides, these bones are the perfect way to hold my chest up”. Nearby, the visitor was scribbling down notes about the new skeletaur.

“Well then, are there any others interested?” She asked of the crowd. Eventually, seven more holstaurs spoke up, so she summoned the rest of her skeletons. “They are simpleminded, so there shouldn’t be an issue with getting to know them”. The necessary potions were handed to the new partners, and soon the rest of the skeletaurs were made.

“Now girls, just make sure you don’t go ignoring your partner. Just because she doesn’t have much of a personality now, doesn’t mean you can take the body all to yourself”. The first skeletaur said. The visitor stood up.

“Thank you for your cooperation. I believe I have enough notes about the resulting transformations. But before I take my leave, there is one more request I’d like to make. Would any of you like to come back with me? It could be helpful in finding more data on your transformations. Of course if you do, I can only provide limited accommodations”.

“What is your home like?” One asked.

“It is a rather dreary looking forest populated primarily by whichever mamono who are able to live there. The forest has a reputation as being haunted for the nearby city, so chances are slim of finding any man unless travelers get lost there or you join a raid”. Many were hesitant, but at last two skeletaurs agreed. She thanked the denizens of the ranch, and vanished her companions, before vanishing herself.

---

“So did you have any idea who that was?” Clair asked.

“I think it must have been a lich. That was one of the undead I mentioned. The other was a ghost who visited us with her husband”.

“How did that go?”

“Ah they turned into basically a ghostly looking holstaur. A ghostaur if you will. Transparent and floating like a ghost, but looking just like a holstaur. And just like a slime, she was transparent, so you could see all the milk in her chest. The kicker is that she was just as light and able to float as a ghost”.

“So did she produce less milk?”

“No, just as much as any holstaur. It was all real. Just didn’t weigh her down”.

“That doesn’t make any sense!” Damian shrugged. “Well, Mr. Townbend, I can’t thank you enough for all the time you gave to telling me about your ranch”. She stuck out her hand. Damian smiled and shook it.

“My pleasure. Will you be able to get all of this to your car?”

“I’ll manage”.

At last he was able to relax. It was 7:45. Damian left the room when he saw Hannah at the door, appearing to talk to a visitor. He peered around the corner and Hannah waved to him.

“I'll handle this one honey”. Damian smiled and nodded to the guest, seemed to be some sort of slime.

Now alone, Hannah stood face to face with the visitor. She sat on a slimy looking base, but much of her body had the appearance of a human woman dressed in maid attire. She also bore the most unnerving smile on her face, one that suggested friendliness, but also a warning. Watching her every move. Tendrils stretched out from her sides, almost as if assessing Hannah.

“I appreciate your willingness to assist me. I was afraid I might be too late, and need to return another time. But my master was so eager to utilize your service that I couldn’t deny the chance of trying now. Hannah felt a sense of dread sink into her heart, but she stepped outside and closed the door.

“I’ll show you to the girls now. But I can’t promise you any will be willing. It’s entirely up to them to decide who they partner with”.

“Of course. I would only hope that they join out of a willingness to serve my master”. The visitor slid slowly after Hannah, and when they reached the barn, she presented the visitor.

“Girls, I believe we have one more visitor for the night”. They took one look at her and shrank back.

“Shoggoth”, one muttered.

“I don’t care what anyone says, I’m not coming near her”. The woman seemed unperturbed by her poor reception. But finally, one stepped forward.

“What is your master like?” She approached the visitor, ignoring the warnings of the rest of the group.

“Oh well he’s the most wonderful man I’ve ever met. I suppose it’s difficult to inform you of the type of person he is. But if you accepted my offer, you would soon see for yourself”.

“I haven’t been here for very long, but I think I’d like to partner with someone who is already married”. She said shyly, continuing to ignore the other girls’ muffled protests.

“This pleases me. You’ll soon realize how great a decision this was”. Her smile grew wider, a little too wide, but they both took the potions.

Not long after, the visitor departed with barely a word of thanks. Her form hadn’t changed one bit. Hannah watched her leave, but as she traveled further from the light stretching out from the bar, the strange, alien visitor quite literally vanished into the darkness.