Lucan Vs Pash

Lucan can barely think straight as he stares into Pash's beautiful eyes.
"You promise you'll meet to discuss some things when I wake?" He asks hazily, before cuddling up to her

"*giggle* Why of course, and for the record, it is absolutely sweet how much you want to have a chat with me, even right after being buried under my skirt."

Pash then leaned forward to kiss him. Very deeply. Pash felt her body getting lighter, more stable, and her thinking getting clearer. A minute later, she cut herself off. While she could have made herself stronger and swifter if she kept going, she cut herself off once she felt Lucan drift off into sleep. Even with out completely overloading a boy, she was always at her best right after one of these kisses. This little window of time where she did not have a whole not of excess energy messing with her system gave her a control over her powers that she only used once just to try it, but there was something comforting in knowing that should she ever want to become the baddest bitch around, she had a fairly easy way of doing it.

She stood back up, and as if on cue Misty entered the room behind her with two staff members carrying a stretcher.

"You have a, heh, unique way of dealing with boys," said Misty as the two staff members started putting Lucan on the stretcher. "Usually our kind just goes for outright seduction or domination, but you take the harder route of making them so infatuated with you that they just let you take advantage of them."

"Haha," Pash laughed, more of a sigh than anything. "Yeah, you are right there, but I don't think taking advantage is entirely accurate, although at the end of the day, that is what girls like us end up doing to these boys."

"Well, judging by the goofy smile on his face, perhaps that was a poor choice of words, but you know what I mean."

"Yeah," replied Pash as she watched them take Lucan out of the room. "Only too well."

"Well then, are you ready for your upgrade to our best room, complete with an all expenses paid weekend for all of our facilities thanks to our mutual friend?"

"Before that, I got to ask, did you know how this was going to play out when you invited me in?"

"Haha, as much I pride myself at being good at this job, I'm afraid I'm going to have to say no. My strategy is simply to increase the probability of things working out in my favor. Sometimes I invite a girl and nothing comes of it, every now and then it works out perfectly like just now."

"Ah, casino always wins in the end I guess."

"Well, lets not forget the good management part," she retorted with a chuckle.

"I won't deny it. Anyways, please leave a note by his bed saying that..."

"Already ahead of you girl, I'll do you one better and have my staff sent up a meeting between you two in the lounge once we see him leave his room."

"Oh...well, thanks."

Three days later, Pash received a knock on the door. A staff member had showed up to informer her that her presence was requested in the lounge. She thanked him. Changed into a little black dress, thought about doing her hair but the decided to just leave it as it. It now had waves in it thanks to a visit to the salon. She then made her way down to the lounge.

Lucan was sat on a large recliner in the Casino's lounge, it didn't take long for him to notice Pash enter, after all, she wasn't someone you easily forgot. He caught her eye and gave a polite wave

Pash waved at him with her usual smile before walking over the the recliner next to his and plopping herself down onto it. She then fumbled around a bit for the mechanism that would raise the footrest.

"Ah! There it is," she said as she suddenly went horizontal. "Alright, I kept my word. I'm here. What it is you would like to talk about?"

"Oh wait! How rude of me. How are you? Yeah, that is what I should ask first. You feel rested? Any pain of discomfort?"

"no discomfort at all, best sleep I've had in weeks honestly, I trust Misty was thankful for your victory?" Lucan said with a smile. "And I was wondering if you'd be willing to answer a couple of questions about your powers, might help me understand more about benevolent Midara"

"*giggle* not as thankful as I was, I can promise you that one. I did my best not to go too crazy with it though."

"Oh yeah, no problem. Ask away. As you will soon find, I'm *giggle* quite bad at keeping secrets."

Pash, lying horizontally on the recliner, now crossed her ankles and closed her eyes as she waited for the questions to come. It was a really comfy chair.

"Ah, you enjoyed your weekend then I presume? Sorry, it was rude of me not to ask" Lucan says with a smile

"Oh yes, very much so. It is not often I get to get pampered like that. Having chicken nuggets brought to me while I relax in a bubble bath will always be a fond memory for me from here on out."

"So come on now, let's hear these questions of yours. I imagine you must have a lot of them. Never have I met someone so determined for an interview with me."

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed." Lucan said with a smile "I guess the first question would have to be, what exactly did you do to me. Your way of sending a guy to sleep felt very different to how most Midara would do it, normally you wake up feeling exceptionally drained, but this was almost the opposite"

"Oh, well that one is pretty straight forward. I don't drain boys. I dump energy into them. I guess the easiest way to think of it is I have this crazy reactor inside of me that just can't stop. It keeps making this energy non stop. Now in small doses it is really nice for *giggle* boys like you. It spreads pleasure throughout you, it makes your thoughts all woozy and lovey dovey, but there comes a point where it is just too much pleasure and woozyness and the boy kinda just goes blank..."

"...for a few days. Unfortunate, but necessary for me because if I don't, well, energy dump, I guess, that is what you would call it... if I don't energy dump every so often, the energy starts becoming too much and starts hurting me. Like, my body just can't keep it all in, and the reactor keeps pumping out more. It's not fun I assure you."

"Now, kissing is the simplest way for me to do this. Peck on the cheek won't really transfer a significant amount, but if I hold the kiss for a bit, it starts flowing. I make sure to stop right when the boy difts off to sleep. Anything less and I might as well have not even bothered, anything more..."

"...well, then you get into the potential for me going from getting a boy to help me out to straight up using the boy. If I were to keep going after you fell asleep, so much of my energy would go into you that the opposite would happen. You would wake back up. Well, it would not really be you at that point. Yes and no... You see, you would, well, for lack of a better word, be enthralled with me. You would want to do nothing but obey what ever it is I said, and I do mean whatever I say."

"Not permanent mind you. If I were to walk away from you while that happened, you would just go back to your normal thoughts, but as soon as I'm nearby and you can see me and hear my voice, your thoughts are no longer your own. The longer I stay away form you the quicker it wears off, but yeah, I have to be responsible with that."

"interesting" Lucan remarks, trying not to blush at the thought "it must take a good heart to not want to abuse those powers"

"*giggle* That or babysitting you silly boys gets old after a while."

"But in all seriousness, yes, I don't quite have it in me to go around building up an army of thralls to do my bidding. I mean, what would I even do?"

"Alight thralls, I command you to all start cooking me all the chicken nuggets in the world," she said as she raised her fist in the air with authority before letting it fall back down while giggling.

"I mean, a girl can only eat so many chicken nuggets you know?"

"Chicken nuggets eh? Can't say that's what I'd do if I had a limitless number of thralls, but to each their own i guess" Lucan chuckled

"Well, I know what I like and I like what I like," she giggled in response. If you don't think that is an acceptable thing to want, then I must ask, what would be the appropriate thing for me to do with an army of lovesick boys at my command, hmmmm?" she asked as she narrowed her eyes playfully at him.

"Hey, there's no shame in knowing what you like, not what I was trying to say at all." Lucan said defensively, knowing he was being teased. "Honestly I can't think of many situations where I'd need to know what to do with lovesick boots really" he laughed

"Eh, I assure you that finding yourself in such a situation is not a fun as it sounds. Especially after the first hour or so."

"So where are the questions? I was under the impression that you had a lot of them."

"I do, don't worry, the next couple are a bit more...personal thigh, so if you don't want to answer that's fine." Lucan said politely, "Would I be right to guess that you are different entirely in nature to other Midara? Its not just your magic?"

"Hmmm, you are going to have to be a little more specific than that. That could mean anything *giggle*, but I think I know what you are getting at so I will give it a try. Tell me if this is not what you had in mind."

"So yeah, I suppose at the most basic level, I'm not like most other midara. Maybe even all midara as far as I know. I was not born a midara, nor did I become a midara in the usual way, which is being, eh, I guess 'infected' is a good word. Yeah, I was not infected by another midara that can turn girls into one of them."

"I became a midara by a total freak accident. Long story short, a witch did this to me, but get this. She did not set out to make me a midara. Oh no. Her goal was the make herself a midara. Needless to say, her plan did not work."

"Oh wait, I guess it is not as obvious now that I say it out loud. What I'm trying to get at is that she died in the process, and somehow I ended up becoming one when the exact opposite was supposed to happen."

"you...became one?" Lucan asked, it sounded far fetched but outside the realms of possibility, plus it didn't seem like Pash was lying. "I'm... Sorry if I just brought up bad memories, but that would explain why you're magic works in such a unique way..."

"Yeah, I became one. Makes me pretty unique among midara, so I'm not sure how much you can learn about midara by talking to me *giggle*."

"Nah, don't worry about being sensitive for the sake of talking to a *giggle* lady of classiness such as myself. I'm fully capable of telling you when I don't want to talk about something."

"My magic works uniquely? Eh? What do you mean by that? I thought it was pretty standard stuff for midara. Make boys feel all woozy inside and gain an *giggle* advantage."

"I just meant what you told me about how your magic gives energy to those you kiss, rather than taking it as you said" Lucan thought back to their sparring match. "But I guess you're right, it's pretty functionally similar"

"Haha, that is horseshoe theory for you. Things being so different they end up being the same. It's not just kisses though technically. All my projectiles are pretty much the same thing. A bit of my energy branching off of me and when it makes contact with someone, the energy goes through their bodies and makes them feel all woozy inside."

"I guess the one difference would be that my *giggle* victims don't feel weaker after being on the, well, *giggle* receiving end."

"My best guess has to do with the way I came to be a midara. To make herself a midara, the witch needed someway of having that midara like energy in her, so she had to make it artificially. Be it bad design on her part or the freak accident messing things up, the energy source she ended up creating was just way too active. It just keeps making this energy and does not seem to want to stop any time soon."

"So it has made me quite, well, powerful. It's also done wonders for my looks. The energy has a way of making my hair so thick and full of volume and bounce. My legs got a little longer. Hip to waist ratio increased. And believe it or not, while I don't have that much of a chest, I used to be even flatter. The magic gave me a little more there and made them, well, *giggle* perkier."

"Oh yes, that and I seem just naturally have a perfumed smell to me now. What ever this midara magic it, all I know is that girls everywhere would kill for this if they could get it."

(I cannot believe I forgot to reply to this I'm legit so sorry)

Lucan leant back in his chair "well, you definitely seem to have been through a lot, sorry if any of what I've asked brought back painful memories." He paused for a second, having been changed like that, regardless the 'benefits' couldn't be easy to live down. Trying to lighten the mood slightly he continued "Well, I certainly can't deny you aren't wrong about the effects... You're really..." And the gambler suddenly found he'd begun to turn red, "you know" he'd meant to call her beautiful, but exceptionally vivid memories of their fight had made that somewhat hard for the wannabe ladykiller

"Ugh, stop apologizing. I already told you, if you bring up something I don't want to talk about, I won't talk about it. It's exhausting you know? Every time I try to chat with someone, it's always 'sorry this' and 'sorry that'" Heavens knows I'm old enough to not need pampering when it comes to a conversation *giggle*"

Pash was only too aware of Lucan blushing.

"Oh? I know? I'm not sure I follow," said Pash with a stupid smug look on her face. "I'm afraid you are going to have to elaborate."

Lucan saw her messing with him, she clearly knew what he'd meant to say, and probably knew why he wasn't able to say it. It was time to either double down or deal with Pash teasing him about it for the rest of their talk

"You're beautiful, Pash" he said decisively, forcing the memories to the back of his mind as best he could, though he could feel himself still blushing.

"Though I'm sure you hear that even more then the apologies" he tried to deflect with something witty to distract from how red he must be turning