The Saga of the Nymphs

Joey and Bretta were just finishing unpacking the kitchen when George bounced into the house, applications rolled into a tight bundle in one hand. They looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Bretta, you gotta do me a favor!" George was practically bursting with glee.

"Who is it now?" They had been through this at the last 3 assigned towns. George went out to get applications for jobs, so the humans didn't get suspicious, and ran into a cute woman, and came home to ask Bretta to turn her gay.

"Don't look at me like that!" George twisted her face into a frown and tried to summon tears. "You KNOW I have to have someone to have fun with, since Joey's being a jerk face." Joey tried to stifle a laugh but couldn't, and George shot him dirty looks until his hysterics died down.

"Oh, so following the rules is a bad thing?"

"Yes, it is!! Just this ONE person, please? I won't ask again in this town, promise!"

"Fine, but just so you'll shut up." Bretta took the scrap of paper and stormed out the door.

"Thank you!!!" George yelled, but Bretta was already out the door.

Bretta, George and Joey were Nymphs, sent out into the world beyond the glade with a mission. Each of them had a special power and they made a pretty good team when the focused on their goal. Bretta had the most precious power, and was technically the leader (But since she was so distractible, Joey assumed that role). Bretta had the power to turn people gay, or bi, with a kiss, a bite, or a fuck. She was tall with candy pink hair. Joey had the power to shift between genders, which was surprisingly useful. He was tall with flaming red hair and lots of muscles, and at the moment was the picture of androgyny. George was able to change her physical appearance, but not her color. While Bretta and Joey were human colored, George was blue. No one knew why, exactly, and the humans never seemed to notice. She was Bretta's cousin, which helped influence them being on a team together. Their mission was to correct the overwhelming population of straight people. Joey and George would go out and scout good candidates, and Bretta would turn them. Usually kissing or biting them worked, but sometimes she would have to screw them gay. They had an unlimited cash supply, and a quota per town, so many turned gay, so many turned bi. Usually they turned single people, but sometimes they would turn a couple or two bi, just for fun.

Bretta walked back in the door and threw a shoe at George.

"Did you know she had a husband? He's gay now, by the way, so you can have your fun with her. Why on Earth did you send me after a married woman??"

"She's SO hot." Joey laughed.

"Are you sure you don't have a penis you've been hiding form us, Georgie? You seem to be thinking with one." George made a face at Joey and turned to Bretta.

"That's one less man you have to turn. You should be thanking me for making your job easier." Bretta launched herself at George, and soon was chasing he through the house and out the back door. Joey grabbed Bretta and locked the doors so George was locked outside.

"Don't you think you should be resting? Tomorrow we go scouting for people to convert." Bretta nodded and went upstairs to bed. Joey let George in the back door, where she was growing and shrinking her boobs. Simple minds. "Go to bed. We have a hard day ahead of us tomorrow."

"Will you be joining me?" George leered at Joey, who snorted and shook his head.

"Even if I wanted to, you freaking nympho, it's not allowed. You know that. Now go to bed."

"Can't"

"WHY?!"

"Movers broke it, remember? My bed is the couch." George stuck her tongue out at Joey and bounced into the living room to arrange her millions of blankets and pillows into a bed. Joey sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. These two were going to send him to an early retirement. Granted, Nymphs lived for hundreds of years, so retirement was a long way off for any of them. He decided to heed his own advice and went down the hall to his room to bed.

The next morning saw a cranky Bretta cooking eggs and bacon and a grinning Joey sitting at the table. George walked in and made a face. Since Bretta was cooking, and Joey was grinning, she must have the job she liked least. Cleaning. Ugh. They ate breakfast with the usual first day chatter, where they should apply for work and if they should all apply at the same place. Bretta wanted to work at the strip club, but Joey and George agreed that it would be bad if Bretta turned all the strippers gay. Finally they came to a compromise. Joey and George would apply to be bouncers, and Bretta would apply to work the bar. After they all ate George did the dishes and Joey got the car keys, since his job was driving. In the car, it started.

"What do you think of him?"

"Too pretty, probably already gay. How about her?"

"Ew, no! I'm NOT touching that woman!" Said woman was a walking skeleton in canary yellow spandex. Finally they selected a target, an attractive woman shopping expensive boutiques. Joey shifted into a more male persona and approached her.

"Excuse me, Miss, I think you dropped something."

"Oh, did I? I'm so clumsy!" The woman bent to pick up the package she dropped, being sure to show off her curvy butt. "Thank you SO much! What's your name again?"

"I'm Joey, ma'am. Would you care to get a cup of coffee?"

"Sure! You're so polite." Joey blushed and shuffled his feet, luring her in further.

"It's just this way, ma'am." They walked down the street and the woman didn't object when Joey led them down an alley and down another, darker alley. She shrieked when George stepped out of the shadows and wrapped her now muscle bound arms around her.

"Now, just hold still and this won't hurt a bit, little miss." George turned her to face the doorway where Bretta was waiting. This was her favorite part. The woman stood, transfixed at what she saw. Bretta walked slowly toward her, her eyes a swirling vortex of rainbow. Bretta stopped half a foot from the woman and simply stood looking into her eyes, getting a feel for how far she would have to take this. After a minute she tilted the woman's head to the side and closed her eyes as her fangs ran out. WIthout ceremony, she bit the woman's neck, being sure to inject her venom deeply into the artery. After Bretta stepped back, the woman was still for a minute, then shook herself out of the daze.

"Where am I? And who are you, cutie?" She purred at Bretta. Bretta nodded at George and sat down on the curb. Converting people always took a lot out of her. George quickly shrank 3 inches and grew her hair out.

"You got lost, lady. Please, the street's this way."

"Oh, thank you. You're kind of cute." George giggled.

"Thank you, let's get you out of this smelly alley." As George led the woman away Joey knelt near Bretta.

"You ok?" He handed her a bottle of ice water.

"Thanks. I'll be ok in a minute. Let's pick someone a little easier next time, ok?" Bretta took a long drink of the water and handed it back to Joey. George walked back into the alley folding a piece of paper then put it in her back pocket.

"You did NOT get her number." George beamed. "You did. Fucking PERV."

"Hey, I 'm not going to insult a client. I know you get numbers too, Mr Person Head." Bretta burst out laughing.

"You guys are so GAY!! Get over yourselves and let's go turn some men gay!" It was like this after almost every conversion, it helped ease the tension. When you turned people gay for a living, you had to have a sense of humor.

The next 'client' was a middle aged business man. George approached this one, shifting into a young looking girl with long curly hair.

" 'Scuse me, mister. I lost my cell phone and I need to call my sister for a ride home. Can I use yours?"

"Why, certainly, miss. Here." The man held out his phone and George called Bretta and pretended to set up a place to be picked up.

"Thank you so much, sir, but could I ask you to wait with me? My sister wants to pick me up in that parking garage, and it looks scary."

"Of course! I wouldn't dream of leaving a young lady to fend for herself. Lead the way, my dear." George led him to a dark corner of the parking garage, where Bretta stepped out from behind a support beam and Joey immobilized him. Bretta looked him over and grinned. This was her favorite kind of job. She walked up to him and caught his lips in a searing kiss. After a moment he wrenched his head away and spat.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, girl? You've got the wrong parts for me!" While he was talking Joey had released him and stepped into view. "Now you, you've got the right bits. What's your name, sugar?"

"Sir, I think you bumped your head. You've been wandering around and fainted. My friend was trying to give you mouth to mouth. Let me help you to your car." Joey led the man away and tactfully ignored his advances.

The rest of the day went pretty much like that., they converted 5 more men and 10 women. After supper George got a call on her phone and left pretty quickly, Bretta figured the woman she had converted yesterday had called her for a date. Joey thought it was just for sex. They decided to put a game in the x-box and were in the middle of a match when the doorbell rang. Bretta opened it to find two attractive young women standing there.

"Hi, we're the welcoming committee! We saw your friend left, so we thought we'd come keep you two company." The brunette winked at Joey and giggled.

"Hey, aren't you Katherine??" Joey's eyes kind of glazed over.

"Yep! Now why don't you show me around?" Joey led his crush away, a silly grin on his face.

"Took you long enough to show up, Lindsay!" Bretta wrapped her arms around the tall redhead and nuzzled her face into the older woman's neck. They had begun dating about 4 towns ago after Bretta turned her bi. Bretta knew it was against the rules, but she had told Lindsay everything and the redhead had followed them to every town since. They disappeared into the house.

[Use your pervy imagination to fill in the blanks. Pervs :P]

The next morning Joey and Bretta were slumped over their coffee when George bounced in happily, covered in bites and pulling a human woman after her. She had long black hair and warm brown eyes.

"Guys, meeting in the den. Wash my blankets, please, Bretta." Bretta flushed bright red. George turned toward the woman and offered her coffee and assured her she would be right back. In the den George waited until Bretta and Joey had settled into the huge love seat.

"Joey, remember what we were talking about before we moved to this town?" Joey nodded. "The floor is yours." Joey stood up and George sat down in his place.

"Bretta, we know about Lindsay. We've known since you started seeing her. It's not fair. If you get a human pet, we should too." Human pets were what Nymphs called the lovers their kind took on occasion.

"How did you know?" George snorted.

"I've known you for almost a hundred years. We grew up together. We're not stupid."

"I never said you were stupid." Bretta sulked.

"Back to the issue at hand! I thought we left all the shiny objects at the glade." Bretta and George's tendency to be distracted by shiny objects was well known.

"Don't think I didn't see the little human woman still in YOUR bed, Joey." George grinned at him. Joey made a face.

"That's not the point! Well, Bretta, as our leader are you going to allow us the same privileges you have, or do we need to consult the council?" The council generally frowned upon teams having human pets, taking the issue to them could cause Bretta to lose Lindsay.

"Fine. But only one human pet per Nymph. And don't forget what happened last time a pet was let go without a memory wipe." Joey and George squee'd over the beginning and didn't hear the last part.

And so the three Nymphs traveled the world with their human pets and after ten years had to let them go, as they were aging and the Nymphs weren't. There were many tearful goodbyes followed by memory wipes. Bretta, Joey and George finished their mission after a hundred and twenty years, and the world finally knew peace, since what was causing all the conflict was sexual tension between the top political powers' leaders. One day, back at the glade, Joey was relaxing with a book when he heard a noise that disturbed the peaceful morning.

"You did WHAT????"

"I swear, I didn't know!" George came running past amazingly fast. "Help me, Joey!" Bretta followed close behind, her hair no longer pink. It was... brown?

"No one can help you! I'm going to KILL you!" And so began another day at the glade. That evening Joey walked past the cousin's house to see George tied upside down to a tree, and Bretta spray painting her bright purple. He thanked the stars that he didn't have to live with them anymore. He'd been traumatized enough while they worked together.

Thus the three Nymphs lived crazily ever after. The end.