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You stand up and... almost before you've registered that she's not facing away - she's facing you, a small, sharp pain stings your chest. You look down, a blue feather, the same as the one you were going to throw sticks out in front of you - the liquid already draining into you. Going, going, gone.

You will your arm to jerk - to throw the feather that you're holding at her even though she got you - but this shit's fast. Your arms fall limp to your sides and your legs buckle. You fold like a paper-doll and slump to the floor.

Paralyzed - it must have been a stronger sort of nerve agent, you guess. But it's a miracle of medicine, because while your arms and legs are slack and useless, you're still perfectly awake and can feel and see everything. You're going to have a bruise from where your shoulder bumped a desk on the way down, that's for sure.

Lying, looking up at the ceiling helplessly, you see Felicity, the chemist, come around the desk and look down at you.

"Did you even know what those feathers did?" She raises an eyebrow admonishingly.

"No," you wheeze, surprised to find you can talk. Paralzed from the neck down then pretty much.

"You could've been about to kill me then, for all you knew!"

"You said..." you pant, "nothing fatal..."

"Oh, of course I did." She moves a little closer, and for a split second you find you can peer up her light, linen summer-dress. Fuck, she isn't wearing panties. You catch a glimpse of a pretty pink pussy and a trimmed tangle of chestnut curls before she steps away tutting. "Watch where you're looking, naughty," You wonder about your cock, how that's responding to the ****, since your senses are still working but you can't really feel it.

"Not my fault... you're showing off..."

"I was not! I just forget sometimes when men slump at my feet all the time like that. Besides..." she's moving away now, but you quickly realise she going around a table so that she can stand by your feet. "It's not like I'm going to let you put that dirty prick of yours inside me now, is it?"