Road Trip

As I’ve said before, I’m not the only magic user around. We’re all over. I decided the other day that Ezmeralda, my new apprentice, should meet one of them.

A while back my good friend Circe borrowed some outfits from me, and I thought it was about time to get them back. I asked Ez to go and collect them. I gave her the keys to my car and activated the spell on it so that is would go right to Circe’s place regardless of location nor distance. I think she’s in New York right now. Ez gladly hoped into my red Corvair Convertible and peeled out of my driveway with her horrible music blaring out the windows.

Even with the magic it would take her a while to get there and back. It was morning now and she wouldn’t be back till night. So I had the whole day to myself.

I relaxed all morning and later in the afternoon I turned on my television to see the news. I know it’s just over hyped gossip, but I like gossip. No sooner had I changed the channel then I saw that there was a multi state high speed chase going on live. I like excitement, so I sat back to enjoy the show. It didn’t take me long to realize that the car being chased was mine.

Apparently the police had tried to pull over the car because its license plate had expired over 40 years ago. I knew I’d forgotten something. The driver in the car however had speed on refusing to stop. Considering that Ez was on her way back from Circe’s I had an idea why, but she had the roof up so I couldn’t confirm my suspicions.

The chase was impressive, all along interstate 95 outside of Richmond, Ez swerving this way and that, driving in the dirt to avoid road blocks, zooming into oncoming traffic. I hoped she knew that magic wouldn’t save her from a head on with a big rig. Finally Ez managed to find an open stretch of road and built up enough speed for the spell to take effect again and her car faded out. She would be home soon.

An hour later I hear the car pull into my driveway. The front door opens and I smirk as I see why Ez didn’t want to talk to the cops. Aside from the roll of clothing she carried under her arm she was totally nude. Her skin was very pale with dark splotches here and there. Her face was the same aside from much longer ears and small horns peaking out of her hair. Her legs were bent differently, and had hooves, and she had a long tail with a tuft of hair on its tip the same shade of purple as her hair. Her hands only had two thick fingers and a thumb each, and right under a new leather collar and bell she sported four rather impressive breasts, two on top two below.

“So, how was Circe?”

“Moo!” she said as she tossed the clothing at me and stomped down the hall to her room, her tail slashing the air behind her.

It should take her some time to undo that spell, I knew I could trust Circe to leave an impression on my apprentice. At least we’ll have fresh milk for a while now.