Dark Magick

The week passed slowly—and agonizingly—for Ash. Despite taking Advil, showers as hot as he could stand them, and almost constant use of his heating pad, his cramps were almost unbearable. For the first three days after his period started, he could barely get up and move so he could go to the bathroom, and when he did, he walked with a slight limp. Hayley said that was perfectly normal, though she still felt sorry for him.

As the week drew to a close and his period came closer to an end, the bassist finally started feeling better. He was still in a bit of pain, but it was easier to ignore, even when he didn’t take any Advil, he wasn’t nearly as fatigued, and he was just happier overall. Still, he had to either come clean to the fans about his sudden change, or go on the down-low.

Jinxx thought it might be better if he went into hiding for a while, just until he got fully used to being a woman, before telling the fans. Jake somewhat agreed, but he also said that CC had a point in saying it might be better to just go ahead and get it over with. After all, they had no idea how long he’d stay female, so they really weren’t sure when the best time to tell them would be. Through it all, though, Andy kept his mouth shut and never said a word about it, which made him suspicious.

“Andy, can I talk to you for a minute?” he asked once the rest of the guys had headed to the stage Black Veil Brides was playing on.

“Sure, Ash. What’s up?” the frontman countered.

“I’ve noticed how you don’t really seem to have an opinion of me being a woman—if only temporarily—or when to tell the fans about what happened,” he said.

“Why should I? Whether you’ve got the body of a man or woman, you’re still my best friend and the same ol’ pervert we know and love mentally,” Andy said, his expression turning confused. “Although I’ve gotta admit, you look really, and I mean really, hot with wide, curvy hips and those big ol’ knockers.”

“Th-thanks,” the bassist stuttered, blushing madly. “It’s just…your silence keeps making me wonder if you had something to do with this.”

His best friend stared at him for a moment, no emotion really displayed on his face.

“I mean, I don’t really care if you did; being a woman might not be all it’s cracked up to be, but it’s not as bad as I thought it’d be, either,” Ash told him. “If you did have something to do with it, though, I just wanna know why.”

Still, the younger man said nothing, but instead turned back to the mirror to finish his makeup and war paint.

“Well? I’m just curious, Andy,” he told him.

Without warning, his best friend started to speak, but the words that drifted out of his mouth weren’t in any language that he knew.

“Mmm? Mmm!” he hummed, unable to open his mouth now.

“You want answers? Well, you’re gonna keep your mouth shut if you want ’em bad enough,” Andy chuckled. “Honestly, Jinxx ain’t the only one on this bus with strong magick.”

Curious, but unable to voice his thoughts for the moment, he cocked a brow.

“If I start speaking Gaelic, it’s usually a spell. How do you think I sealed your lips shut just now so I could talk without being interrupted.”

Enlightenment dawned in his eyes, which widened in shock.

“Yes, I turned you into a woman last week while you were asleep,” the younger man continued, still working on his makeup and war paint. “Why? Because I got sick of hearing your whining and complaints about trivial shit, like your hair not behaving or having trouble with your makeup. I figure the easiest way to teach you that that shit’s trivial and not worth complaining about is to give you a reason to be thankful that’s all you’ve gotta deal with.”

Ash knew he was right, but was a bit pissed he’d chosen this manner to teach him a lesson, seeing as how it’d changed his life.

“Don’t worry, though; once I feel you’ve learned the lesson well enough, I can break the spell and you’ll go back to normal,” his best friend assured him. “In the meantime…get used to having periods and wearing bras.”

Without another word on the subject, Andy began chanting in what he now knew was Gaelic again, and his lips came unsealed.

Too pissed to say anything else to him, the bassist locked himself in the back room so he could be alone for a bit. He’d never realized he complained about such trivial matters so much, enough to make his best friend this mad at him. But still, even if it was the best way to teach him a lesson, did it really warrant turning him into a woman?

Sighing softly, he laid down in his bunk to collect his thoughts, barely registering when Andy left the bus to head to the stage. Now that he was alone and his period was over, the inability to get off for over a week was starting to catch up with him. He found that even the slightest of sexual thoughts set him to throbbing between his thighs in a manner that wasn’t quite normal to him. Knowing how he could be when sexually frustrated under normal circumstances, he decided to take care of it while he was alone.

Ash quickly shed his clothes, figuring that it would be easier if he was fully nude since he couldn’t quite reach what he needed to like he could as a man. Running his hands down his body, the skin of which was softer than he was used to, made him gasp softly because of his unusually high sensitivity. Barely pinching his nipples elicited another, slightly louder gasp and a soft moan from him, and he now saw why women he’d slept with reacted thus. It was incredible just how sensitive a woman’s nipples were.

Still his hands continued to travel downward until his fingers came into contact with slightly coarse curls at the apex between his thighs. He was a bit apprehensive about wanting to touch himself, not because he thought he’d hurt himself or anything, but because he wasn’t sure what to expect. However, Ash took a deep breath and slid his fingers through his folds, gasping softly at how wet he already was. His fingers drifted their way back up, coming into contact with a small nub that made him cry out softly as he rubbed it, his hips arching up off the bed.

“O-oh, m-my G-Godsmack!” he cried, squeezing his eyes shut.

He took the fingers of his opposite hand and plunged them into his channel, wincing slightly when he pushed too deep. Taking the hint, he didn’t push them in quite as deep as he fingered himself, his eyes flying open again as he brushed a certain spot that was like Heaven to him. His moans and cries got louder and his hips arched off the bed even more, his muscles tightening around his fingers.

It wasn’t long after beginning to finger himself that his muscles became impossibly, almost painfully tight. Ash worked his fingers against that swollen, throbbing nub harder, trying to reach the peak he’d reached only as a man. Within moments, he clamped down on his fingers one last time before finding release with a wild cry of abandon.

“Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhh!” he cried, his cries dying on a long moan.

His body went limp on his bed, his hands falling away from his crotch as his legs fell open even further than they already were. If he’d been on the bus with the guys, no matter how lethargic he felt after getting his rocks off, he’d have moved to get dressed again already. But right now, he simply felt too fatigued to even bother reaching over the edge of the bed for his panties, much less anything else.

When he finally came down from his high a few minutes later, which included waiting for several aftershocks to fade away, Ash finally pushed himself upright. His knees still felt a little weak, but that was something he was accustomed to as a guy. Granted, the orgasm had felt quite a bit different in the body of a woman than it did in the body of a man, but weak knees were nothing he couldn’t deal with. As he grabbed some clean clothes and headed to the bathroom to shower, he couldn’t help but think that he might actually avoid sex altogether while in this state.

Hayley’d been worried when she took him out shopping for the feminine essentials about him possibly getting pregnant, but he had other concerns. Unless he was mistaken, he’d stabbed his fingers into his cherry, which wasn’t popped, while jilling off, and he was far from being a masochist. He hated pain and avoided it when he could.

Therefore, it made sense to him, even as sex-addicted as he usually was, to steer clear of guys—in a sexual sense—and sex until he was back to normal. He didn’t think he could handle the pain of having his cherry popped, even by someone he knew and trusted, if it meant he’d feel like he was being split in two. That was the only description he’d ever heard from the few virgins he’d slept with over the years, and if that was how they felt, there was no doubt in his mind that it would be the same for him.

“Ash! We’re back!” CC called a few hours later.

“In the back room!” he answered from his bunk.

“Hiding from the world or something, dude?” the drummer asked.

“Kinda, but not exactly,” Ash answered. “I’m not quite ready to tell the world what happened to me, but if I have to, I will.”

“Ah, I see,” his partner-in-crime said thoughtfully. “I’m gonna go jump in the shower before anyone else has a chance.”

“Good luck with that, Ceese,” the bassist chuckled.

Chuckling, CC rose from where he’d perched on the edge of his bunk, grabbed his clothes, and left the back room. He heard a shout of triumph from him as the bathroom door slammed shut, and several responding groans, which made him chuckle softly. The guys hated when he or the drummer got into the bathroom first when they weren’t staying in a hotel because they took the longest.

Since he was already showered and feeling a bit lonely due to his more or less self-imposed isolation, Ash headed out to the living area. He didn’t give a damn if the guys all smelled like a donkey’s carcass from having just gotten off stage; he needed some kind of social interaction or he’d go insane, and not in a good way.

“Well, well, well. I see Ash has decided to bestir…um, herself,” Jake said, grinning at him.

“Very funny, Jake,” he sighed, shaking his head.

“I know you’re still the same Ash we know and love,” he said, hugging him, despite being sweaty and smelly. “But it just doesn’t feel right to call you a ‘him’ while you’re in a woman’s body.”

“I guess that’s true enough,” the bassist agreed reluctantly. Thank Andy for that one.

The frontman’s head shot up at that thought and he glared at him, making him wonder what was wrong.

Don’t let thoughts like that cross your mind, Ashie. You never know who can hear them.

Ash gasped softly as he heard the young man’s voice in his mind, but he hadn’t seen his lips move in the slightest.

“You all right, Ash?” Jinxx asked, a brow cocked at him curiously.

“Yeah, I’m fine… Let’s go to the bunk room for a minute…” he said, refusing to say anything in front of the culprit.

Worried but curious, the multi-instrumentalist followed him and closed the door behind them. “What’s up, Ash?”

“I wanna see if you can read my mind, like literally hear my thoughts as if I said them out loud,” the bassist answered.

“O…kay…”

“I’ll tell you why once we find out if you can or not.”

Nodding, his friend stood there patiently.

I know exactly who cast that spell to turn me into a woman, and apparently they can hear my thoughts as if they were spoken aloud.

“Really, now?” Jinxx asked.

“You heard what I thought?” he countered.

“Loud and clear, just like if you’d actually spoken,” he answered, nodding. “So who turned you into a woman?”

“I’m not sure if they’ll try kicking my ass for this or not, but…it was Andy,” Ash told him.

“What? How’d he manage to do that?”

“Apparently you’re not the only one on this bus with strong magick.” He growled while frowning at the door. “He even sealed my lips shut before he explained what he did and why earlier this evening.”

“So that’s why he was almost late getting on stage,” the multi-instrumentalist said thoughtfully.

“I suppose so. I hope Gaelic doesn’t affect you,” he said worriedly.

“That’s what I speak when casting my own spells,” Jinxx told him. “Not only that, but because I’m such a strong D’Anu witch, I’m pretty sure I can handle that little brat.”

“Just watch out around him. If you hear him speaking Gaelic, you know he’s casting a spell,” Ash warned him.

“Duly noted, Ash. Now that CC’s done in the bathroom, I’m gonna take my chance to go shower,” he said, hugging him. “I’ll find a way to get Andy back for you since you have no magick. In the meantime…just watch your own back.”

It was about an hour later, after Jinxx’d gone to bed, CC’d started drinking in the living area, and Jake’d headed to the bathroom for his own shower, that he was startled out of his mind. The door to the back room opened and closed almost soundlessly, but he still heard it, and sat up. Rubbing his eyes sleepily since he’d been on the verge of falling asleep, he looked toward the doorway to see who’d entered.

Considering that the person hadn’t been very loud, he knew it wasn’t his partner-in-crime; that man was too loud to make an almost silent entrance anywhere. He yelped softly when the person suddenly pinned him to his bed, his eyes flying wide open. Startled too badly to speak, he laid stock-still, only squeaking when the person began to kiss his throat.

“You shouldn’t have told Jinxx it was me, Ashie,” the person said, and he realized it was Andy. “I’m gonna have to punish you for that one, but you’ll enjoy it.”

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