Learn The Truth.

"First, allow me to apologize," she says with a sad sigh. "I would have helped sooner but my power is still recovering from last night. I gathered my strength as quietly as I could, lest I tip off the creature, and waited for the right moment to strike. I was, however, confident that you would present me with this opportunity, Rebecca."

"How do you know my name?" you find yourself asking. Somehow, her familiar tone is the thing that bugs you the most right now, even more than your nudity.

Thankfully, Ms. Reacher is of more sound mind and quickly finds both your clothes off to the side of the circle. She brings you yours and you both get dressed while the woman continues.

"Well, I am your cat, after all," she says, arms crossed. "I am the same Nala you've know for a few years now. But in truth, I am a justicar, a sort of witch who punishes what you might think of as 'supernatural criminals'."

"You're a witch?" asks Ms. Reacher. "Like, full on Hermione Granger?"

Nala laughs, "Yes and no. There's a bit more to it than being born to the right parents and flicking a wand. But yes, magic is very much real. And so, people like me are needed to keep the more dangerous elements in check. Last night, Rebecca, you encountered one of these elements."

You gulp, "That man?"

Nala's brow furrows, "It was only in the shape of a man. Call it an entity, a being, a monster. This thing feeds on the terror and domination of others. On your way through the woods it attacked you. I tried to protect you but it was too powerful." She starts to laugh, "That is, until you kicked him right in the twig and berries. He was weakened from our duel. I think we both assumed you had fled. But right when I thought he had me, you appeared and sent him keeling over."

"I-I did?"

She nods, "You were very brave. However, the creature was extremely powerful. All I managed to do was siphon away some of its power while it was weakened before it took off into the night. Which is where your new acquisition comes in."

She points towards the very noticeable bulge in your pants. You never got to finish and it was actually difficult to contain it, vaguely, inside your pants and underwear.

"I don't understand?"

Nala considers for a moment then says, "Magic is all about energy. Energy takes shape into physical manifestations. I held some of the creature's power, his most prized source of energy. But I could only hold it for so long. Within a few minutes it would have been released and then within days it would have recovered what I'd taken. After I explained this you offered to act as a vessel for the energy to prevent it from return to its original owner. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to properly explain everything that entailed."

"Let me get this straight," you say, starting to get annoyed. "That thing's power takes the form of a dick? And you didn't tell me that I'd grow one if I agreed to help?"

"I'm afraid it's a bit more than that. The true form of the power is that of domination and wanton lust. The power would make you more durable, stronger, but at a cost. No doubt you've been tempted to ravish people around you, to attack them against their will. I've been watching you today and gauging your responses to these impulses. You've done rather well."

You fume, "'Rather well'?! You tricked me into becoming some kind of sex monster!"

She holds up her hands defensively, "I warned you of the danger as best I could. You were adamant that we prevent the monster from recovering."

"And my memory? Was that you too? Is that why I don't remember any of this?"

Nala shrugs and says, "That I cannot lay claim to. My guess is that the combination of the trauma of your ****, the sudden realization of what you'd agreed to, running off into the night, and getting very, very intoxicated while still adjusting to the power probably all played a role in your memory loss. I tried to explain but you were...distraught. When you ran off I thought the best thing was to maintain a respectable distance."

Your anger starts to ebb but you still bark, "Well, why didn't you just, you know, use yourself to seal up the power, or whatever?"

With a sad shake of her head she says, "I couldn't. In layman's terms, I have too much of my own power surging within me. It would have interacted violently with the creature's."

"...And the reason I was naked in my bed?"

Nala smiles coyly, "You were distraught and fighting against the urges. I arrived and...helped."

You blush and quickly change the subject, "Okay. So, what happens now? Can you take this thing away now that he's dead?"

She frowns and says, "Not dead. Only contained. It's like he's in prison. But he is powerful. Should his power return to him too quickly, he will escape. I'm sorry but I cannot allow that to happen."

You heart sinks. You were never really sure if being "cured" was an option. But all this talk of magic had given you hope that you could return to your normal life. Then again, a part of you, a much bigger part than you're willing to admit, is glad that you'll get to feel this way for longer, hopefully forever. Not just the pleasure but the power that you still feel coursing through you. Maybe you could even learn how to use it on purpose rather than by reflex.

"I can relieve you of your duty, however," says Nala, breaking you from your thoughts. "The power can be transferred to another. I will not risk placing it into a male, the synergistic energies would cause their urges to be far more potent and violent than what you have experienced. But any woman you choose, I will relocate the power to them, should you so choose."

"I'll do it."

You both turn in shock to Ms. Reacher, silent up until now.

"Ms. Reacher..." You try to find the right words, "You have no idea how hard it is. The urges are more intense than anything I've ever felt. It could turn you into a monster."

Nala nods her agreement but Ms. Reacher only smiles and puts her hands into your shoulders.

"Your still just a kid," she says. "You should get to live your life. It's my job to keep you safe and happy."

"Ultimately," says Nala. "It is Rebecca's decision. The law is clear on this point. As steward to this dark power it is her will that will guide its path."

They both look at you expectantly, waiting patiently for your decision.