What in the Nine Hells did we do last night? I crack an unwilling eye open and spy my clothes scattered around a disheveled room. There's a single pair of black lacey panties hanging off of a chair that I don't ever remember wearing at any point in my life. I mean, if it gave good stat boosts or it was part of a Legendary set I would probably consider it.

Wait.

The Succubis last night didn't wear underwear…

I'm still squinting as I force myself up. Or, at least I would if I could. The manacles are just tight enough that I can't wiggle my hand through even with all the sweat. I don't need to cast Arcane Sight to know that these aren't plain manacles binding my wrists and ankles to this bed. This bed?

This bed is my bed.

This is my room. That means these are my Enchanted Manacles. That means someone went through my Chest! But only I can open and go through my Chest! I force my brain to remember anything about last night.

I remember working a night I wouldn't normally work. I remember a dwarf tossing? The married Succubus. Come on, Brain. I know I don't often treat you right, but- Hey! I don't have that stupid headache anymore! The only other thing I can recall is leaving the bar at six in the morning with Zuuna, several hours after the end of my shift.

I'm frantically searching the room for any other clues besides the panties and trying to remember the stupid encantation for the manacles. Why did I make it so difficult? I've only got three chances or they're gonna freeze for eight hours before I can try again.

"Swordfish."

Nothing. Damn, the one item I don't use that phrase for. I better save the other two just in case. I look down to assess my personal situation. Yup. Naked. All the old scars are still there, but nothing new that i can see. The Arcane Blast scar across my left set of ribs that looks like splattered paint is my favorite. Islands of light blue and bright purple on my tan skin. They're so vibrant against my white sheets.

And bloody? There's dried blood all over the sheets and not a scratch on me. Where have I seen that before? Did Zuuna do some crazy ritual on me and it didn't work? No. There's no candles. Does she need candles? Crap, this just made it more confusing.

I don't bother trying to break the bed posts, since I bought the bed with a similar situation in mind. Do I have either of my Storage Rings? Yes! Okay, which one is it? I access the menu with my thoughts. Crap. Its the one I call Pantry, since its half filled with food and drinks. My stomach growls while reading the contents. I summon some Boar Jerky and try to toss it into my mouth.

A blur of fur and teeth leaps over me and the bed, snatching the meat out of the air, "What the hells?!"

A petite canine type female lands on the other side of the bed, growling as she tears into the dried chunk of flesh. Her fur is a honey blonde with streaks of silver, but it's only in large patches with pale skin in between. The trouble with identifying these types is you don't want to get it wrong. Sometimes they're werewolves that got a racial trait to be partial. Sometimes they're regular Dog or Wolf Half-Faunus, bestial people who aren't under some kind of curse. Boy, do they froth at the mouth when you call them the "W" word. Rarely, they're experiments or accidents from an Alchemy Lab. "Hey, pup," I call out to get her attention. Depending on her reaction I can usually tell which of the three she is.

She stops chewing, cocking her head at me. Werewolf. "I got more food for you, but you gotta do me a favor." My eyes shoot down at my naked body. She looks back at me with large saucer eyes, and I whince. "No, I need you to cover me up first. I don't know who you are or where you came from, but I don't want there to be any confusion in case someone's looking for you."

It took her a minute to grab a towel from my bathroom and cover my goods with it. I toss her another piece of jerky and she jumps up on the bed, directly on my towel. "No no no no no!" That's when the door opens to my bedroom and a certain blue Infernus walks right in.

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I don't even try to explain my situation to her, just peek behind the werewolf's lithe frame. To my suprise, Zuuna is supressing a laugh and carrying a canvas bag with a yellow mortar and pestle on it.

"I'm guessing you already know what's going on?"

She stifles a few giggles and manages a few words, "Oh man, you really gotta stop free basing fairy dust. You do some really weird shit!"

"Very funny. Care to explain the really weird shit to me then?"

"Be a good boy, and just wait right here first," she commands as she tries to lead the werewolf out of the room. She licks my face and I'm left alone, still shackled to my bed posts. I felt somthing stir when she did that and I forced the memory of the time some mage hit me with a Frost Breath right in the junk, "Don't you dare, little Puck."

"Funny, doesn't look little to me," Zuuna almost whispers in a coquettish way while leaning against the doorway. Oh, no! Frost Breath, Corpse Eater, Zombie Dragon, the time the Halfling circus came to town...

She spies the panties on the chair and looks back at me, "I was wondering where you threw those." Her hips sway side to side in the most deliciously seductive way as she steps carefully towards me. Her fingers are tracing the manacles, "What do you say we finish what we started this morning?" She reaches into the canvas bag she was holding earlier. I swear, if she pulls out a little blue triangle bottle I won't be held responsible for both of us calling out this week.

Instead, she withdraws a small vial of shimmering silver liquid and tells me to open my mouth. She sits on my stomach, inches away from Puck Jr and rests her pointy hand on my chest, the other holding the glowing tincture. With an eyebrow raised, I comply.

The moment the liquid hits the back of my throat my entire body siezes with pain and the manacles audibly groan while restraining me. This is worse than a Shocking Touch! This is the degenerate child of a Shocking Touch and a Fireball! I start growling and snarling and roaring in pain as each second goes by. There's the sound of a volcano erupting in my ears, but through it I can hear Zuuna hooting and hollering. She sounds like she's trying to break in a horse.

My eyes shoot open, but one of her hands covers them back up, "Not yet! Not yet!" The pain is starting to recede, being replaced by minor annoyance. She sounds like she's having a great time, but I know the towel is right where it was in the beginning.

Zuuna finally uncovers my as eyes as she slips off of me. The Infernus looks at me with a mischievous smile, "So, you want the short story or the-" she glances at the towel, "-long story?"

"I wanna get out of these chains!" I'm still breathing hard after the ordeal.

She ignores my demand for assistance and goes on to explain how drunk we got at the bar until about six in the morning. I nod my head and roll my eyes for her to keep going. Then, we found the lost werewolf girl roaming the street. Zuuna had conviced me to bring her back to my apartment since I didn't live too far and we could ask around to see if anyone was looking for her.

Well, it turns out she actually has a rare Feat called Curse Now, Wait Later that would give the effects of her cursed form, werewolf, instantaneously for an hour and then reset like normal. We found out the hard way when she bit my hand after we got home and I was trying to make a sandwich.

Then it became a race to restrain myself and for Zuuna to get a vial of Plan Silver B, a cure for the effects of a bite from a werewolf, vampire, or zombie as long as you drink it within 24 hours of the incident. That explains the blood on the sheets, the Change isn't an elegant or clean process and it's one of the things that turns the Faunus off about being called Were.

She tosses some clothes from my "wearable" pile on me, "By the way? Sunstone." The manacles release and I get dressed.

"Thanks."

"Hey, don't thank me yet. You owe me two gold."

"What? What for?"

She holds up the empty vial, "This stuff isn't cheap, you know?"

I reach into my pocket and put on the ring I left in there. Why I kept the Pantry ring, I'll never know. I drop three gold coins into her hand and she grins. I look past her into the rest of my apartment, "Where's the girl? She still here?"

She snorts a quick laugh, "Her name's Aviva and she's actually, like, a hundred and seventy years old, Puck. Didn't know you were into that kinda thing. She's got great-grand kids older than you. Besides, she lives a few doors down. Her Half-Were daughter was looking for her so at least you know that Aviva has a thing for Humans." She teasingly jabs me in the ribs.

"Well, if I ever hate my bedsheets I'll know who to invite over. Wait, why were your panties on the chair?"

She's laughing hard, "I put them there just to mess with you! Come on, Puck. Some of us aren't into fur." She winks at me, slips on her underwear, and suggests lunch, "Let's go to Grendel's. They have all day breakfast."

"Good enough for me, but let's go to the one on Red Griffin Street. They got better servers and it's not that much farther."

"You paying for the carriage ride? I'm not walking that far, I haven't even slept yet."

I check my Pantry ring, "You want me to just make you something? You can crash here after? You've been up for a while."

Her tail tickles my chin, "What a gentleman. You mind if just use your couch though?" She glances over at the bloody sheets and manacles on the bed.

"I wouldn't blame you. Cockatrice egg omelet?"

"Mmmmm…"