Page 71 of A Cock and Bull Story
“Let's just concentrate on getting out of here; ok, love?”
Suddenly, Jude stiffens.
“Quick—shift!” he commands. “Someone’s coming!”
I change instantly, without question, because I trust Jude implicitly. He and Arthur also shift. On a stroke of genius, Belle rushes over and slops some puke on each of us.
The clever woman not only has masked our scent, but she’s helped hydrate me—even if it is minging1.
Not a moment too soon, Jude buzzes off, and Arthur hops into hiding. Belle steps in front of me. Hopefully, whoever it is leaves soon because I need air.
Stat.
The door opens and two Tertiaries stroll into the room.
Instantly, Belle straightens up.
“Dean Hardwick let me up. He demands that I refresh myself—he wants a filthy whore only metaphorically.”
The Tershes don’t even question her lie.
“Here, we brought you some towels. Clean yourself up,” the one shifter snaps at Belle, tossing her some cloths.
“Ewwww, gross! I'm not just wiping this off of me—I want a shower!” she snaps right back.
“We don’t have time for this,” the other shifter decrees. “Dean Hardwick—”
“I don't givea fuckabout Dean Hardwick!” Belle interrupts. “I might be some American whore to you, but I have principles—and one of them is that I don't screwcovered in puke. So, either you arrange a shower for me with the shampoo that I need for my hair to make sure that the color doesn't fade, or else I'm not spreading these legs willingly.”
“Who says it has to be willingly?” the first shifter asks.
I see red at this transparent threat to rape Belle.
My intense rage makes me lose focus, and I accidentally shift back into a human. Instantly, the two men change into their animal forms—a black mamba and Komodo dragon.
I panic and shift back into a fish—which is probably the dumbest thing I could ever have done because now I'm just a sitting duck, er, flopping fish, waiting to die.
The black mamba races forward, stretches out, and strikes with its fangs protruding. I lurch into the air helplessly, and Belle screams. With a preternatural speed, she grabs a nearby folding chair, darts forward, and bashes the snake out of the way with it.
“Nobody eats my slippery dick!” she screams.
Over and over, Belle smacks the snake with her weapon of choice.
The other shifter seems stunned at what's going on. He advances upon her cautiously—but doesn't attack—and I realize that she must be an asset Dean Hardwick is not willing to lose.
When the black mamba stops moving, Belle rounds on the Komodo dragon. He gives her a feral snarl, but doesn't do much more.
Belle, on the other hand, does.
She chases after the giant lizard all around the room. I quickly shift back into my human form and glance around the room. It’s lined with counters, littered with scrap yard2. I quickly grab a bag, throw it around the snake, and tie it as tightly as I can.
There's a good chance if the Tersh shifts back into a human, he’ll break the bag. The black mamba writhes inside angrily as I stuff the bag into an open trash can and drop the lid back on—that should hold him a little better.
Jude and Arthur have since shifted back into their human forms, but the tertiary pays none of us any attention as he's too busy dealing with Belle.
The Komodo dragon darts toward the door and transforms halfway into a human to open it, but Belle advances upon him with an animalistic ferocity. She screams something about being with WWE and smacks him over the head soundly.
A sickening crunch echoes around the room and the Tersh drops to the ground. Unconscious, his body fully takes on his human form. Satisfied with herself, Belle tosses the folding chair down and fluffs her hair.
