Grimm (TV Series SI)

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Cutting across the park on my way back from the pizza place with a large pie, for me and my daughter for dinner as this is one of my rare weekends with her, when I feel an intense, sharp, burning hot pain in my chest and hear the sound of a gunshot echoing throughout the park. 

'I'm sorry Sophia…I was a pretty shit father.' I think as I start choking on my own blood my vision fills with spots, I start to feel weightless as an encroaching darkness starts at the corners of my eyes. 

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[Hello, This is an automated message for policy holder number: #68-580-03207221996, Your life has ended, but thankfully you purchased a Death Insurance policy through Isekai Insurance Corporation (Isekai Insurance Corp, has no affiliation with Truck-kun, nor Truck-Kun industries.) and have been approved for for a new life in any of the worlds listed below:

-Game of Thrones 

-House of The Dragon

-Shameless

-Terra Nova

-Jurassic Park 

-Underworld

-Almost Human

-Fast and Furious

-Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

-Grimm

-Andromeda

-Buffy The Vampire Slayer]

'Huh, even R.O.B's use automated systems…too bad I can't combine…worlds because I can think of some combinations that would be pretty cool…' I think and pick Grimm because of Rosalie Calvert because she's a sexy furry.

[World Chosen, Grimm, Your policy comes with a randomly generated boon system, your boons will be listed below: 

- Increase/Decrease: add up to or remove up to 2cm to anything, can be used three times per day, to increase or decrease something just imagine the target that you want to increase, be specific in a general sense or the target won't be affected. (For example, if increasing penis size, then think of length and girth separately. For breast size just imagine them growing larger.)

-Deadpool's Healing Factor (No fugly visage because you don't have cancer.)

-Inventory: An inventory of 12 slots, (Think of Minecraft quick bar.) can store living beings, no size limit on things stored, can not store yourself, Items will appear in your hand or in front of you within a meter and on the ground. 

-Finger Guns: 

 By making finger guns and saying or thinking "bang" you shoot bullets of the following types: Invisible energy bullets, with the stopping power of a 44. Magnum. Knockout bullets that not only knock out people, animals but also electronics, to use knockout bullets think or say Pew while making finger guns. ("You feeling lucky, Punk? Yeah, go ahead make my day!")

Case of Magical Potions. These are some unique potions, some effects only last for 12 hours and some only work just once per twenty four hours. The potions vials will refill themselves after 24 Hs of being drunk. If the potion vials are lost/stolen they will reappear in their case the next time you wake up, the potions can only be drunk by you and those with your permission.

Wealth Potion: When you drink this potion you will receive $1,000 of any currency you desire, the money will be completely legal, tax free and adjusted for inflation, the money can either appear in either a wallet, bank account, pocket, or purse of your desire, upon drinking the potion. (One daily use)

Fortune Potion: When you drink this potion you will receive a Luck Boost, you will win more often in games of chance, from poker to slot machines, your winnings will almost always outstrip what you paid in by a significant margin. This will also affect your daily life: you will naturally avoid danger, become a magnet for opportunity, and just have fortunate coincidences.(Last for 12HS)

Intelligence Potion: When you drink this potion you will receive an IQ of 250 and have expanded Brainpower and Memory. (Last for 12HS)

Strength Potion: When you drink this potion you will receive a boost in your Strength by 200%, have incredible dexterity and hand-eye coordination and have incredible stamina and endurance.(Last for 12 Hs)

Invisibility Potion: When you drink this potion your body and clothes will be completely invisible and indetectable by any means, can't be detected by smell, thermal vision, sound, etc.(Last for 12HS) 

Speed Potion: When you drink this potion you will be able to run 200% faster, with stamina and reaction time to match up. (Last for 12 Hs)

Size Potion: When you drink this potion it will allow you to consciously change size, from 6 inches (15.24 Cm) to 10 Feet (304.8 Cm)in height at will. The rest of the body and clothes adjust proportionally to the new height.(Last for 12 Hs)

Nullifying Potion: Nullifies, Potions, curses, poisons/venoms, drugs, alcohol, etc etc just think of what you want to Nullify before drinking and or feeding this potion to someone. (One Daily Use)

Locator Potion: Drink this potion while holding onto something belonging to someone to find their location. (One Daily Use.)

Healing Potion: When you drink this potion all bodily ailments will be cured (but no mental ones). It will for example defeat cancer, reform malformed or lost limbs, close wounds, purge Aids, and more. It will not reverse or affect aging. (One Daily Use)

Mental Health Potion: when you drink this potion all mental ailments/problems will be cured, schizophrenia, depression, delusions, etc this will get rid of it. This will not affect your personality beyond a serious problem. (One Daily Use) 

Teleportation Potion: By drinking this potion you will be able to teleport once. You may be able to teleport to any spot you've seen with your eyes, on a map or in pictures. (One Daily Use)

Love Potion: The next person you touch after you drink this potion will fall madly in love with you and will be absolutely loyal to you and your ideals, you can dispel this effect at will, Alternatively, you can make the person, unsatiable, submissive/dominant (your choice) lust for you. (Effects Permanent, Unless dispelled, One Daily Use)

All potions will be contained inside of an apothecary bag that can be summoned to you at will. 

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I look over the list of gifted powers/items and feel happy with them, my vision starts to spin and grow dark, I wake up and find myself laying on a bed in what seems like an RV, a door in the back of my mind opens up and memories of my current self pour into my brain, and fuse with the already existing memories.

"So my name's Mason Town, I live in an RV traveling across America, no criminal record…graduated high school with high honor roll no further education and am twenty-one years old…not bad…kinda feel jipped coming into a new life already in my twenties…but I can live with it." An old clock starts going off the kind my grandmother used to have in her house and Eli Terry designed a shelf clock, but I can tell that it's off either the springs are worn out or one of the wooden gears is out of whack.

'I'm in the universe of Grimm…and I'm in Portland Oregon at a Camp Site near Portland city.' I think as I extend my hand towards the night stand near my large queen of king-sized bed and grab my iPhone 4s Space Grey of course. 

Unlocking the phone tapping on Safari, "Oh my fucking God, Fuck you 3G!" I groan as it's going on thirty seconds now and Safari still hasn't fully opened a webpage. 

"Fucking Finally, Fuck!" I curse as the phone finally loads a googles search page, typing in Monroe and Clock maker Clock repair, and hitting search. 

And loading…still loading…and loading some more…and, "Finally, okay I might just have to get myself shot again so I can go to a world with faster Internet." I grumble out a complaint and Monroe's Custom Clocks and Clock Repair pops up with his telephone number and address listed. 

"Cool, same address as in the show." I cheer softly, and click on the phone number which speedily opens my phone app and dials the number in. 

Hitting the dial button the phone rings twice before it is answered, "Hello, this is Monroe's clock repair, how may I help you today?" Monroe's familiar voice comes from the speakers. 

"Hi, I presume I am speaking with Monroe, of Monroe's clock repair?" 

"Yes, that would be correct."

"So I have an old Eli Terry design column shelf clock. I think one of the springs might be over stretched or one of the wooden gears or sprockets are out of whack, from the way the chine sounded." 

"Hmm, strange they are usually pretty sturdy clocks, what kind of environment is the clock in?" 

"An RV so it gets jostled around often…" 

"Hmm, I have some time, clear this afternoon, you can bring it in and I'll give it a quick inspection, do you need my address or can you get it offline?" 

"I can get it online, and thank you for taking me in so soon Monroe." 

"You're welcome, please feel free to stop by between two and six pm."

"Alright thanks again, I'll see you this afternoon, bye." I say and hang up releasing a sigh, the time right now is eleven thirty in the morning. 

'Neat…I think that I should summon the potions and drink the wealth potion and the good fortune potion, and then go hit some casinos, but better not win too much at any one place, though." I think, and think about my potions case appearing, a nice leather carrying case appears on my abdomen I open it, the bottles aren't uniform in size, but they are labeled, strength has a red color and a label with a curled arm and bulging bicep, speed is a light yellow with Hermes's feathered shoes, love potion is a swirling pink and purple with a hearth bound in black chains, Intelligence Potion is clear and has a brain with lightning bolts arching off of it. 

"Alright, you can look over this stuff later." I say to myself and test out using the "Increase" ability to add 1 centimeter to my penis length and 1 to girth and a second centimeter to girth. 

I feel a little light headed for a few seconds after using the ability, 'Maybe because of the new blood flow…?' I wonder but the dizziness goes away rather quickly so I shrug it off. 

And look down at my naked body. I'm rather fit and athletic looking, with not quite a full six pack but I have defined abs. 

My dick sadly is a grower not a shower, so after a bit of encouragement I find that I'm about a healthy seven inches and my thumb and index finger can't touch. 

'Heh, well endowed check.' I think rather happily about the way my body looks. Hopefully my face is…holding up my phone and hitting the lock/power button to turn the screen off to see my reflection, I find the face of a twenty something Tom Welling that looks like he's on the set of Smallville. 

"Shit yeah!" I cheer happily at my own appearance, 'Seducing Rosalie should be a lot easier looking like this…then again she did end up with Monroe she's probably not all that picky about looks…' I think as I get out of bed and start searching the RV finding clothes, nothing expensive or flashy just enough clothes to get through a week. 

An Infinity 1911, a couple spare magazines, a couple boxes of ammo, and two US 1918 Trench Knife with brass knuckles with a Kabar style blade. 

'At least whoever sent me here didn't want me without something to protect myself with…' I think as I check the blades over for sharpness finding them to be just that, sharp! 

Taking apart the gun, checking over the parts, finding no visible serial numbers, putting it back together testing the actions, finding that everything slides the way it should and doesn't slide if it shouldn't, fitting a full magazine in and putting one in the chamber I put it back in it's holder and set it beside the bed as I put on a pair of boxes briefs, a pair of socks, basketball pants and a T-shirt. 

Exiting the sectioned off bedroom with an attached and rather large bathroom with a full-sized toilet something pretty rare for an RV.

Checking the cupboards and fridge, finding them bare. 'Gonna have to get some food.' I think but suddenly hear someone lean against my RV crying, going over the window that they are near. It's a slide open type that's partially open. 

Looking out the window it's an attractive Asian woman dressed in a provocative outfit…that would be at home on a prostitute or an Onlyfans performer. 

Looking down I see that her chest is at most an A cup, "Hey…is everything alright?" I ask her as I slide the window open a little further and poke my head outside, the woman maybe of twenty looks up at me with a tear streaked face consideringly for a moment. 

"My tits are too tiny, none of my customers want me!" She cries out and her voice carries a definite accent, 'When opportunity knocks…too bad I used my three daily uses of my ability on my dick…have to tell her to come back tomorrow.' 

"I can help you with that, come back here tomorrow, I warn you it is a slow process but there's no down time or dangerous chemicals-" I start to explain to her and she gives me a dirty look, "Me have no money, can't keep customers!" She cries out. 

"I understand that you'll be my advertiser for other girls in the biz, cheap non invasive breast and ass size increase or decrease jobs." 

The Asian woman hums while staring at me, "You handsome with, kind heart, me…be back tomorrow." 

"Okay see you tomorrow, what's your name by the way?" 

"Ngoc Lee…bye bye Uncle." She says to me and then struts away, 'At least she has a nice tight little ass…' I think objectively and without bias. 

Summoning my potions to me, I grab out the wealth potion, pull the cork stopper and knock it back while willing the money to appear on the booth table across from me, the potion kinda tastes like a copper penny, but ten one hundred dollar, domination bills appear on the table, picking up the crisp clean hundred dollar bills, I fold them in half and stuff then in my right pocket. 

'Sweet…this is definitely broken since I can receive 365k a year…if I keep myself disciplined on drinking the potion every day…don't even really need to do redneck powered plastic surgeries to make money with this kinda hack.' I think as I grab my phone from my left pocket and click on Monroe's address, which opens maps…slowly…seeing that Monroe lives about an hour away from me I set my phone down on the table slide my feet into a pair of slide on shoes next to the door in a plastic shoe tray and head outside disconnecting houses for brown water, electric and clean water. 

Removing the tire chucks storing them in external storage I re-enter my home on wheels take off the shoes and put them where they go, slip into a pair of slippers and then move up the cabin into the driver's seat, now the driver's is one of those big super comfortable chairs that rotate, into the RV's living space.

Spinning into place so that I can drive I turn the key that is in the ignition, a smile coming to my face as I grab the column shifter and put the home on wheels into drive.

'World here I come!' I think as I drive out of the gates of the campground and pull out onto the road. 

'Portland is really beautiful, nature wise…at least from the road.' I think but start to enter more modern civilization dominated nature entering a suburban area. 

"Your destination is five hundred feet ahead." 

"Your destination is on the right." pushing the break petal a little too hard I come to a dead stop out in front of Monroe's house. 

Looking at the time seeing that it is just about two o'clock, I grab my phone from the center console, opening the recent calls list, I click on the phone number belonging to Monroe. 

The phone rings once before it is answered, "Hello, this is Monroe's clock repair, how may I help you today?" Monroe's familiar voice comes from the speakers. 

"Hi Monroe, it's Mason Town, I'm here I just was calling so you didn't get weirded out by a guy in an RV out front of your house. 

Monroe laughs, "I fix and make clocks, a guy in an RV is pretty tame compared to some of my customers." 

"Feel free to come on in, the front door is unlocked…do you need help carrying the clock?" Monroe says while sounding amused but quickly turns slightly concerned as he asks if I need help. 

"Nah, I should be able to handle it, without issue." 

"Alright I'll let you go now." 

"Yup, bye." I say as Monroe hangs up I walk to where the clock is mounted above the sink.

Removing the clock from it's mount a metal object falls to the ground, squatting down to look at it, I see that the object looks a lot like one of the keys that unlock the box with the stick in it, 'Why…would I have one of these?' I wonder but kick it out of my way. 

"Things to worry about in the future I guess." I hum as I finagle the door open, while balancing the twenty pound clock. 

Making my way out of my RV getting the door shut with the use of my shoulder, I walk up to Monroe's front door and as I'm about to knock the door swings open Monroe has that headband magnifying glasses thing on and a cup of coffee in his hand. 

"That's a bigger one than I thought it would be, are you sure you don't need a hand?" Monroe expresses before asking. 

"No, I got it but thank you for the offer, point me to your work bench though, please. And should I take my shoes off? This is your home after all." 

Monroe laughs and shrugs and points down at the slippers he's wearing, "Don't worry about it, I wear these throughout the house." Monroe says and motions for me to follow him. 

I set the clock down on a cleared matted area of a large table, and Monroe sits down very interested in my antique clock. 

"Hmm, I don't think that this clock is an Eli Terry, it seems older and more detailed…do you think you could have had a clock maker ancestor?" 

"I mean it's possible my grandmother told me this clock was passed down in her family to her…her grandmother passed before she could tell the kids of her generation the story behind it and Grandma's mother had long since forgotten it." 

"Hmm, I see…" Monroe trails off as he opens up the little windows to the guts of the clock, and freezes as he sees something he slowly turns around and stares into my eyes while lifting up the magnifying glass lenses, the way he moves his head reminds me of the way he would move when he wogged. 

'Well, guess I don't have the sight.' 

"Something wrong?" I ask him curiously, "Uhh-N-no, nothing, it's just this maker's mark here behind this cog…it belonged to a…family…rather notorious for… umm violent tendencies." Monroe's voice trembles slightly before he manages to compensate for it and re orientate himself. 

I arch an eyebrow at him, at my look the Monroe develops a bit of an embarrassed expression, "It's nothing just strange seeing such a rare historically important piece of art and I do mean that this clock is a piece of art, everything is beautifully crafted, and the hand carved designs." I find myself smiling as Monroe rambles on, my Grandmother would have really liked him; she was into oil lamps and antique time pieces. 

'The key, and now Monroe's reaction, to a maker's mark inside of the clock, Am I a descendant of a Grimm bloodline?' I wonder but don't put much stock in that train of thought. 

"Would you be willing to sell this clock to me?" Monroe suddenly asks, 'I don't see why not to me it's just a chunk of decorative wood.' "I don't know, how much are you offering?" 

"For a piece like this with so much detail, I could do three thousand for it, or I could put you into contact with a buyer/collector who would probably buy it from you for six thousand." Monroe offers, 'Seems kinda low for a historical piece of art…' 

"I think I'll hold onto it for now given that you can fix it, but if I ever decide to sell it you'll be my first call." I offer and Monroe looks reluctantly for a moment before smiling, "It's already fixed, when I was in there all it took was putting a spring hook back fully in place, you must have overwound the springs at some point no big deal happens all the time with old wind up clocks." Monroe starts talking and you can see he really does love clocks and if it wasn't enough proof the forty or so he has spread around his house drive if home. 

"Really, that's all it took?" I ask him and he nods while smiling, "Yup it's amazing how little most old clocks actually need, want to have a brew or something I was thinking about making so veggie hotdogs?" 

"Uh, yeah I could eat…as long as it's not an inconvenience?" 

"No, not at all…it's nice having some company…besides clocks and you haven't looked at me like I'm a nut job yet so I figure you're a decent guy." Monroe says and honestly I think the guy just wants to try and make me more perceptible to him buying the antique clock but I chuckle and nod and follow the man into his kitchen he reaches into the fridge and pulls out a beer with a blue moon label and hands it to me and I sit down at his kitchen table. 

As Monroe puts the veggie dogs in the pan he turns towards me, "So what do you do Mason?" Monroe asks out of genuine curiosity. 

I chuckle a bit, "Not much really… besides traveling the country in my RV, I find work whenever I need money, I do some amateur photography and below mediocre fanfiction writing to keep myself flush, when I struggle to find under the table work…but for the most part being orphaned I live an unencumbered lifestyle filled with travel." I admit and Monroe doesn't judge or at least he doesn't look like he's judging me. 

"Do you ever get tired of it, do you ever wish you just stayed in one place and set down roots?" Monroe's question seems genuine enough. 

"So far no, but the more time I spend in or around Portland the more I feel like I wouldn't mind staying awhile longer as it was I had meant to move on a week ago but the nature, the fresh air here has kept me entranced." I say and Monroe smiles genuinely before chucking, "Yeah, Portland can seem magical even for someone who grew up here, do you spend a lot of time out in the woods?" 

"Quite a bit they always make me feel at peace but also alert at the same time…maybe that's weird." 

"No…I get what you're saying, and I don't think that it's weird." 

'Of course you don't, you're a Blutbad.' I think but find myself relaxing around the genuine cool dude Monroe is, 'Maybe I won't try to steal Rosalie out from under your nose.' 

Monroe and I continued to talk about inconsequential things over lunch, and when it started to get dark outside I brought the night to a close with a farewell and a promise to get in touch to hang out again soon. 

Returning to the RV gro

unds, re-hooking up my RV to the water and waste water system and electrical power, offered by the grounds. I lock up, strip out of my clothes and head to bed. 

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R-18 from here down↓

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An incessant knocking on my door wakes me up, not paying attention, I release a tired sleepy groan, and walk to the front door without getting dressed.

Half asleep I barely register the Asian faced woman as I push the door open, "Okay Uncle, sexy time then you make my boobs bigger." I barely register her words through her thick accented broken English, and flinch at the same time I feel her soft hands taking hold of my morning wood, she gives me a few strokes eliciting a groan out of me.

"Hey." I start to say but am silenced as her lips wrap around my engorged head, the warm wet slipperiness making a grunt burst out of me as Ngoc Lee slides as far along my shaft as she can in this position.

Her hands working my shaft that isn't in her mouth and working me over fast as her left hand cups my balls.

"Fuck, you're awesome Auntie." I groan using the Asian family honorific thing like my one Thai ex liked, that makes her work her head back and forth along my shaft faster and deeper, resting my hands on the sides of her head the resulting outcome is both of her cheeks hollowing out as she turns up the vacuum she's assaulting my shaft with.

Looking down at the pretty tiny tittied oriental enjoying the sight of the tiny little tears collecting in the corners of her eyes as she works to take my cock deeper, "Sorry Auntie, but I can't wait any longer." I groan apologetically but I feel anything but apologetic, as I thrust my hips forward while holding her head in place forcing my length all the way into her throat.

"Fff-uuu-cckkk, your customers should love your tiny little Asian throat." I groan, while leaning forward, Ngoc's hands land on my upper thighs, squeezing my large, firm quad muscles, and with them acting as a stand she is able to

suck me off with even more energy, soon her moist throat is beating against the tip of my cock, but she's just not quite getting it done.

So I grab fistfuls of her hair and begin slamming in and out of Ngoc Lee's throat the feeling of my cock battering the sensitive flesh of her throat as I fuck her face overwhelms me.

I grunt as I feel the first rope of my cum exit my cock but I continue to fuck Ngoc's face at an impressive speed even with considering how much I'm filling her mouth.

She doesn't even graze my cock with her teeth while I throat fuck her and she gags around me, choking on my cum, feeling my release taper off, I let go of the sides of Ngoc's head.

My balls ache done an absolutely massive release, that has been stored up over weeks, Ngoc pulls her hands off of my thighs and her head off of my cock, her hands cupped underneath her mouth as a white waterfall cascades out as she coughs, those small moist spots at the edges of her eyes having grown into full-blown tears, while she works to get her breath back.

"Swallow it" I command my voice coming out cold and harsh, luckily she isn't in my RV so any cum she drops will drip onto the grass outside but I don't want a mess in my home.

Ngoc's eyes widen, but she bows her head, "Yes, Uncle." Ngoc intones with a raw voice respectfully with a bit of awkwardness, as she brings her cupped hands, still filled with a pool of mh semen, up to her lips, tilting her head back. A bit of it misses her mouth, dribbling down her cheek, off her chin, and landing on the halter top covering her right breast.

The rest goes straight into her mouth, and down her throat, her throat flexes with every swallow, I watch raptly and by the time she is done doing as I told her to I'm hard as steel with an aching erection once more.

"Uncle is very vigorous." Ngoc murmurs, making me smirk, "Come on inside Auntie." I say with a smile as soon as she takes the first step up into the RV I pull her in the rest of the way, spin her around and bend her over the kitchen counter and proceed to violently push down her tight black leggings, 'No underwear and look at how wet she is.'

Her body is remarkably pale beneath her clothes, reaching down, running

two fingers between the puffy lips of her womanhood.

"Fill my little pussy up, Uncle!" Ngoc begs, and I ignore her for now in favor of ripping open her shirt, no bra of course, "Yes, Uncle Touch Me!" Ngoc gasps while thrusting her ass back and grinding the nice cute little bubble butt along my shaft.

'Not going to ignore an offer like that.' I think and grab her tiny breasts as eagerly as if they were large ones, my fingers grope her with all the strength my new body possesses.

Her ring little bulges of flesh bulge between my fingers, Ngoc tilts her head back, mouth falling open, a moan peeling out of her, "Yes Yes Uncle, just like that!" Ngoc moans her encouragement loudly even though they are tiny, her breasts are still perky little play things tipped with hard little areolas.

Activating my ability, putting all my daily allotment of size to increase her breasts, now larger but still small handfuls…still much more to play with, Ngoc's moans to sheer cries of pleasure.

"Uncle Please!" Ngoc cries out enthusiastically as her hip movements become more aggressive, but I don't slide into her just yet, I start sliding my hands down along her body around her sides to her tight bum, built up beautifully by whatever she's been doing over the years.

'Even with her larger titties this is her best feature.' I think as I grab her ass my fingers sink into the pliant flesh, I pull her cheeks apart exposing her little dark skinned starfish, my cock slots in between her firm but soft buns and I squeeze her cheeks tightly together, my playing with her rough and harsh enough to leave angry red handprints on her asset.

"Oh-uncle please…!" Ngoc begs and I take half a step back grab my cock and move it to her drooling puffy lips, "Yes Yes Uncle, Fuck Me with your Big White American Cock!" Ngoc loudly expresses, as she trembles from the sensation of my cock head probing her puffy lips.

My hips clap against her sinful ass with one great thrust, my cock disappears inside her in an instant, and she screams so loudly that I'm sure someone is going to call the cops.

'Let them come!' I think as I plow into Ngoc's cunt from behind, as I thrust in and out of her I notice something peculiar happening.

Ngoc's hair begins lengthening and shortening, her skin would become darker almost like reptilian scales before returning to lighter fair skin again the next.

Her ass even became a bit petite for a moment, then returned to normal,

"UNCLE, I'm cummmminnnnnnnng!" Ngoc wails and a sweeping change washes over her body black horns spout from her head while a tail sprouts from her lower back her hair turns to spikes, I reach around with my right hand and grab her by her chin and pull her head back to get a better look at her.

'God she's gorgeous, she kinda looks like a Dämonfeuer.' I think finding her frightened but blissed our crimson red eyes rather endearing.

The wesen shudders and trembles,

and although I can't tell if it is from the surprise of exposing her second nature or the shockwaves of her

orgasm, or if it's my cock still deep inside of her.

"Hello there, what are you?" I greet Ngoc playfully.

"Oops, Uncle shouldn't have seen me!" Ngoc expresses and starts to try and move away from me.

"Nught-uhh, my beautiful black dragon lady Auntie, uncle hasn't cummed yet." I murmur as I pull her back further, until her whole body is in the shape of a crescent, her tail wraps around my waist as I take full control of the oriental wesen.

Feeling a little playful as I slowly fuck her, "So do you like the feeling of my cock, auntie?"

"I loooove it, uncle!" Ngoc moans honestly.

"Then be a good dragon girl... and take it!" I grunt as I rear my hips back and thrust smash into her deeply again, Ngoc's moans start back up her insides of her pussy…seem to shift and become custom-fitted to my cock.

"Fuck, you are the best fuck ever!" I grunt as I beat my pelvis against her backside, knowing that this gorgeous Oriental is a sexy dragon lady adds a whole new level of pleasure and eroticism to this interaction.

'I want to ruin this girl in a way that she…that her body will never be able to forget.' I think as my right hand leaves her chin and grasps her right breast.

They are triple the size they had been, at the start of this engagement and now they are possibly in the best shape humanly possible for a woman of her build.

Ngoc goes to kiss me but I lean out of the way, "Not until you brush your teeth, and gurgle mouth wash." I deny and offer with a grunt my breathing coming in gasps now as my balls ache with pending release, the tip of Ngoc's tail brushes against my anus making me explode inside of her, and I spew a load at least the same size as the first one all over again painting her insides white.

I lean against her back as her back pressing her against the counter as full body spasms rock her body, and she squeals, as she squirts.

When my release comes to and I pull out of her, she falls into her knees and off of the counter and I fall back into the booth my sweaty back feels good against the cool wall, Ngoc falls to the side and she lays there unresponsively, while my semen leaks from her snatch.

"So…how many times more do you think this is gonna happen till your new tits are paid off?" I ask with a grin, "and how soon before you start bringing your coworkers here for their treatments?" I ask while continuing to grin.

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R-18 End ←

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Ngoc recovers enough to pull her leggings up and feel her new boobs, "They, much bigger now uncle." Ngoc says as she shakily gets to her feet and turns to face me squeezing her new enlarged tits, I notice she looks a bit like the actress who played as Kono on Hawaii Five O, but of fairer skin.

"Thank you Uncle…you very good both at fucking and making boobs bigger, me go talk to friends and get you more customers, uncle…keep secret what you saw…and we do this again once a week?" Ngoc says and asks as she looks at me cautiously.

"I'll keep it secret Auntie…I think you're a very sexy dragon lady though…maybe next time we fuck you look like dragon whole time?" I ask her and realize I'm starting to talk like her.

Ngoc giggles, "Hehe, uncle crazy…but me, do it next time the way uncle like." She says and tries to wrap her top around her chest but there is a lot more to cover now than before even if they are in the A cup range still.

"Sounds good, hold on, you can borrow one of my shirts…do you have money to buy a sexy outfit to show off new boobs?" I ask her.

Ngoc shakes her head no, "No, me borrow clothes from friend, until me start making money, thank you Uncle…you good heart…and vigorous…me kiss you if mouth clean." Ngoc says and I start to develop a headache by the way she talks, "Ngoc, don't take this the wrong way…but once you start earning you should attend some English classes or at least practice speaking English with more experienced speakers." I say to her and she smiles at me and nods her head.

"Uncle is right…" I just couldn't talk to her anymore so I walk into my room, head to the dresser and grab out a plain white t-shirt and walk back to her and hand her the shirt.

"Thank you, bye bye." Ngoc says as she puts on my shirt and leaves with the remains of her halter top.

'I'll probably never see her again…' I think and feel a little reluctant to let such a beauty return to the streets.

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Feeling like I need a shower and a shot of penicillin, I summon my potions to me and grab out a blood red one that has a raised label of a cross with a heart superimposed over it, on the other side there is a label Healing potion.

'This will take care of any STD's…hopefully.' I think and

remove the cork from the vial, and knock back the potion, the taste is like the best most delicious desert I've ever eaten but don't know the name of, a sigh burst out of me, then I grab out the wealth potion and knock it back the taste of copper not mixing well with the health potion at all.

But when a grand in fresh hundred dollar bills land on the table, the taste is pushed from my mind, grabbing the money I move it into my inventory with only a thought. One of the slots of my twelve slot inventory appears in my peripheral vision with a green piece of paper in the shape of a dollar inside of it, with 100 written across the length of the object and 10 in the bottom right corner of the slot.

Walking over it the door I lock it, while willing my potions to return to where they are stored when I don't have them summoned.

I head into the bathroom and enter the shower. The water isn't quite hot enough for me but it's enough to feel clean when mixed with the soap.

It's a quick shower and then I'm out, towel wrapped around my waist I walk over to where my phone is in my pants on the floor picking them up I send the money into my inventory making it turn the number in the bottom right corner of the slot to twenty.

I sit down on the edge of the bed, phone in my hand, I let go of my pants and let them drop to the floor.

'Right, Monroe and I spent so much time just hanging out, a I forgot to ask him how much, for taking a look at that clock…I really should just sell it to him but if it has ties to the Grimm's it could be putting him in even more danger than his future association with Nick will.' I think and open up my contacts and click on Monroe's contact and hit the call button.

"Hello this is-" Monroe starts to say his spiel for his business but I cut him off.

"Hey Monroe it's Mason."

"Oh, hey man what's up?" Monroe sounds surprised but also happy to get my call.

"Umm…I saw something…something I can't quite explain…but just need someone to talk to about it…I know we just met but I felt like I made a real friend in you last night…if this is asking too mu-"

"No…I feel the same way, if you don't feel like driving I can come to you." Monroe says and he's definitely a loyal friend and a great bro, it almost makes me regret planning to steal Rosalie…almost.

"Uhh…driving will help me organize my thoughts…be there in about an hour…" I offer my answer.

"Sounds good…should I have a few cold brews ready or coffee?" Monroe asks.

"Irish Coffee…very very strong Irish Coffee." I say back without even a thought as now that the sex is over, the fact that I've had my first encounter with a real fucking wesen wogged out is sinking the fuck in…and it's a little terrifying.

'Wait…don't I have a healing factor…Deadpool's to be specific?! Fuck me I wasted a healing potion…for fucking nothing!' I groan and Monroe's short bout of laughter cuts off.

"Mason?" Monroe asks with concern clear in his voice.

"I'm okay…I think just realized I did something really fucking stupid…alright I'm gonna hang up now and head your way…and Monroe…thanks…" I say and hang up after trailing off.

Throwing the phone behind me lightly so that it lands in the bed I stand up and get dressed in the clothes from yesterday, leaving my phone in the bedroom I walk out to the living area, fluids from the sex mar's the linoleum…luckily it's not carpeted in this section.

Shaking my head, 'I'll clean it later.' I think as I slip on my shoes, unlock my door, walk outside, unhook the hook ups and store the hoses, 'I need to get a vehicle for cruising around.' I think, as unhooking and re-hooking these hoses is a bit of an annoyance especially if I'm going to be traveling a lot around Portland.

Back inside, locking the door behind me, switching over to a pair of slippers, I enter the driver's seat and begin my short journey to Monroe's house.

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Monroe pulls his door open as I pull up out front, putting my shifter in park I get out of the driver's seat and leave my RV and walk inside a warm mug is thrust into my hand, I immediately bring it to my lips and start drinking, 'Monroe is a heavy pourer…good.' I think as I drink my whiskey enriched coffee, Monroe is waiting patiently for me to get a few hearty sips in.

Swallowing my final big sip I raise my index finger, "Let me finish before saying anything and please don't call me crazy I know what I saw…please don't treat me like I'm crazy." I say to him and Monroe looks really concerned now but leads me to his kitchen.

"Okay so this all started yesterday right after I called you, you see there was a thump against my RV and a woman crying so I poked my head out…it was a prostitute upset because she believes she is undesirable because of her so tiny as to almost be non-existent tits so I offer her my help and tell her to come back today." I get out and Monroe is looking at me a little weirded out but not judgemental about my interaction with a prostitute.

"So anyways she woke me up, well…mostly I was still half asleep I rolled out of bed and opened the door which lead to some amazing head and the fucking great sex…I was hitting her from behind and…and she started to change Monroe, I mean literally fucking change into a black scaled dragon lady with horns and a tail as she cummed her fucking brains out!" My voice grows louder as everything just tumbles out and I'm starting to hyperventilate, as yes I picked Grimm but knowing about Wesen isn't the same as seeing one fucking one right up close in person…totally not the fucking same.

Monroe looks at me in consideration before sighing and putting his coffee mug down on the table.

"Mason, you're not crazy…but what you saw today…you can't tell anyone else about…people will either think you are crazy or they'll kill you." Monroe doesn't sugar coat things he gives it to me straight.

"Kill me?!" I ask him, and Monroe nods, "What you saw today sounds like a Dämonfeuer…a wessen, look I don't really know that much about them…there's not really all that many of them around anymore…they're kind of a throwback to the days of yore, you know? Knights in shining armor, from my understanding they come from a dragon-like lineage."

"Wait, dragons are real? I thought they were mythological." I ask Monroe who gives me an, "are you stupid" look.

"Dragons are, Dämonfeuer's aren't." Monroe says to me and I'm a little thrown, "Excuse me, which ones are a myth? because I was just balls deep in a very real, very tight Asian dragon lady's pussy!" I say and groan as Monroe gives me a smirk of a smile but doesn't answer my question.

"How are you so cool about this?" I ask Monroe, annoyed.

Monroe looks a bit pensive while considering something, but then a ripple washes over him and in his place is his Blütbad visage, I am ashamed to admit I did jump in my chair a little.

Monroe looks a little hurt but also understanding at the same time, it takes a minute for my brain to process what it is seeing Monroe looks a little more…wolfish then in the show and it's actually a really good mix of human and wolf.

"Whoa…that's awesome!" I finally express and now it's Monroe's turn to look surprised.

"Really…you're not afraid?" Monroe asks me in surprise as he sniffs the air his expression becomes even more surprised, "You're really not afraid." Monroe murmurs softly to himself.

"No, why would I be? you're friend Monroe, sure you might have grown sharper teeth, red eyes and a bit of a muzzle and some fur…but you're still my friend." I say and Monroe smiles while letting out a relief filled breath of air.

[2]

After just being able to get that all off of my chest I feel much more at ease, and so does Monroe, though he seems a little weirded out that I'm not trying to force more information out of him.

"Are you sure you don't want to learn more about Wesen?" Monroe asks me for the dozenth time.

"Nah man, just knowing I'm not crazy, and that there are people out there like you and Ngoc is enough for me…it's not gonna change how I see people, everyone wears a mask you guys…Wesen I mean, just literally have two visages." I wave Monroe off and he looks at me a little weirdly before smiling, and letting out a sigh of relief.

"Honestly it feels good to share this with a normal person…" At Monroe's exclamation I feel a little guilty.

"Monroe, since you were honest with me…I think I should be honest with you. Part of the reason I live on the road is because I'm not normal…" I say and Monroe's mouth moves to ask me what I mean by that when I make the coffee mug I'm nursing some Irish Coffee from, disappears from my hands and into my inventory.

"Uhh, did you just make my favorite mug disappear?" Monroe asks while glaring at my now empty but cupped together like I was holding a coffee mug in my hands.

"Yup." I say back to him with a small bit of amusement in my voice, before willing it back into my hands, making Monroe flinch in his chair a bit.

"That's not stage magic…right?" Monroe asks me and I shake my head no.

"No it's not I can do other things too…like when I was a kid…maybe you did the same but you'd make finger guns and play cops and robbers or Cowboys and Indians."

"Yeah, my cousins's and I would play like that…" Monroe admits and takes a heavy draft of his coffee, I look around and I see the metal coffee can on his counter the lid is on so I point my finger at it and say, "Bang!" Monroe jumps as the can flies up into the air and impacts the wall, a through and through bullet hole, right in the center of the can, the few coffee grounds left inside of it painting the counter as if they were blood.

"HOlY HELL, You just…pointed your finger and went bang…" Monroe exclaims while skidding the chair back across the tile floor as he gets up quickly and runs over to inspect.

"Man that's cool, but you put a hole on my wall…which is not cool man, not cool." Monroe says and I fold in on myself a bit.

"Sorry…I've never been able to lower the penetrative power of it…only other thing I can do is knock things out with it, like people, animals and electrics…the people and animals wake up completely fine after about an hour…but it only works when I consciously think about knocking someone out otherwise it's no different than being shot by an actual bullet." I mutter while looking down into my mug.

"It's alright…you're paying to fix it though." Monroe says and he sounds more amused and stunned than angry.

"You know I'm starting to feel like the normal one here." Monroe says as he sits back down at the table, and I don't know why but it makes me laugh, "Okay Dogboy." I joke and Monroe laughs, "Excuse me it's Dogman, Dogman." He jokes back and starts laughing as well, and I look up from my mug, these new abilities and my new living situation. It all seemed a lot easier to handle with a friend like Monroe around.

"So I'm almost afraid to ask…but can you do anything else cool?" Monroe asks me making me smirk, "Well you see, I can make this these magic potions once every twenty four hours, they vary in effects but one will see you ending with a grand finding it's way to you…either your account or in person, another makes you lucky, another can make you smarter for a temporary time almost like that NZT drug in that movie I can't remember it's name, another increase your strength to superhuman levels only temporarily of course, there's a speed potion that makes you superhumanly fast, a nullifying potion that can nullify pretty much anything as far as I know…haven't really tried it out yet, a potion that can locate someone or something as long as I have something that belongs to them or is a part of the greater thing. A healing potion that can heal anything and cure anything except mental issues and natural aging of the body… a mental health potion that picks up the slack or the healing potion…and a potion that supposedly will make me appear in another place…" I say and notice that Monroe has turned pale at my explanation of what else I can do.

"You really are a descendant of that family…the alchemists…I thought you guys were made up…like the Grimms…" Monroe murmurs while trailing off every few seconds before continuing.

'Alchemists…I don't remember anything about them from the show…'

"Grimm's?" I ask Monroe, while keeping my voice soft and it pulls him out of his frightened state, he smiles an uneasy but recovering smile.

"Grimm's, the boogymen for Wesen children, they hunt us…and if you're really an Alchemist…then your ancestors used to help the Grimms, the stories go that the Alchemists

made potions for the Grimm's that made them stronger, faster, potions that could cure any physical wound except death…and so on…I didn't really believe them until now." Monroe murmurs, while I also feel a chill run down my spine

'Is this a repercussion of the boon did it have to write this into the universe to balance me out? Am I going to be hunted for what I can do? Am I going to be forced into aligning with a faction just to stay alive?' I wonder, the pleasant feelings I had from just hanging out with my friend, chilling are almost completely driven from me, replaced by cold worry.

"Look, I don't know if any of what I just said is real or not. It's just a carry over from bedtime stories my mother would tell me to scare me into being good, so take it all with a grain of salt…do you think I could see you make a potion sometime? It sounds really cool." Monroe says wanting to change the atmosphere that has fallen over both of us.

"I uhh wouldn't mind but it usually takes about twenty four hours of extreme concentration…I don't really remember much of what happens…it's kinda like my body just does what it needs on its own with the ingredients." I mix some truth and lies together and Monroe nods consideringly.

"You know you could also be part Zauberbiest…what you can do almost sounds like Zaubertränke…" Monroe mumbles half-heartedly

"Zauberbiest?" I ask Monroe and he smirks at me.

"Thought you didn't need to learn anymore about Wesen?" Monroe jokes making me roll my eyes at him.

"They're pretty strong…super speed, super strength, telekinesis, magic, illusions and so on them and Hexenbiests the female version of Zauberbiests, are real nasty Wesen best to stay away from them especially if you're a descendant with such a diluted bloodline that you don't woge…or else you'll end up an ingredient in one of their rituals or…potions."

"Great…I kinda wish we never started this conversation now…can I go back to being naive about all of this?" I ask Monroe half joking half serious Monroe looks at me a little guiltily but shakes his head no.

"No, you know now…you can't unknow it." He tells me patiently like I'm a small child.

"Dick." I joke and Monroe laughs.

"Sorry, we all have to grow up sometime." Monroe jokes back and I point a finger gun at him without any intent to actually shoot and Monror plays along and makes to move like he's going to dive onto the table.

We both break out into laughter at that. We both sigh as our laughter tapers off, "Well, thanks for this Monroe, I should probably let you get back to work." I thank him genuinely for being here for me and now I'm feeling better, even if my situation seems even more tempestuous than before with the knowledge of the Alchemists.

"I should, you can…you should hang out here, you can stay as long as you'd like…you probably should crash here, I put enough whiskey in our mugs that you definitely shouldn't be driving…even though you don't seem to be affected by it all that much." Monroe says showing even more how much of a true friend he is.

"You sure I won't be in the way?" I ask him and he just chuckles.

"Nah, make yourself at home…just don't eat all my Oreos…and use a coaster when putting a drink down on the coffee table, I'm heading back to work." He says to me as he gets up from the table and goes to his home office and begins working.

"Oreos hmm…" I hum as I get up and start rummaging through the cupboards and find a family sized mega stuffed package of Oreos.

"Time to be a fat kid." I say while smirking and I can swear I hear Monroe sighing and muttering there goes my Oreo's.

[3]

Sitting down on Monroe's couch an amber alert pops up for Robin Howell eleven years old has disappeared on her way home from school.

"Damn." I mutter softly.

"Some people, man, deserve to be eaten…" Monroe says and I look over my shoulder at him his eyes are glowing red.

"Yeah people who fuck with kids deserve to get killed…with that said some kids are fucking psycho…" I trail off and Monroe nods as he goes outside.

"Monroe!" I call out as Monroe runs in through his front door and is tackled onto the stairs by Nick.

"Where's the girl?!" Nick shouts and I go over to them, "Get off my friend you fucking psycho!" I shout and pull Nick off Monroe.

Only to be tackled by Hank, "You are under arrest for assaulting a police officer!" Hank says as he forces my hands behind my back, "Neither you or your friend identified yourselves as police officers, I want your fucking badge numbers you stupid fucking pig!" I growl as Hank elbows the back of my head.

"Yeah well you'll just have to wait." He grunts as he tightens the handcuffs.

I find myself being shoved into the back of a patrol car, no less than three uniformed officers take my statement including Lieutenant Wu.

Nick is glaring at Monroe and I, while Hank has the decency to at least look apologetic as he walks over to me, "Look, I'm sorry about my partner and I was a little rougher than I had to be, I'm sorry about that man…we've got a little girl missing." Hank says and I know he's a decent guy at heart but police work like this led to innocent friends of mine getting killed in the past.

"Right and your partner…chased a man into his home and assaulted him without identifying himself as an officer of the law…over him wearing boots that can be bought at almost any supermarket…while getting his mail, tell me something detective are you going to chase down and assault the postman, it looked like he wears similar boots, to Monroe? I doubt Monroe will bring charges against you and Detective Burkhart, but I will be suing both of you and your department." I say to him and Hank lets out an angry breath and walks away flourishing his arms in the air as he does so.

The cops leave. I look at my RV, surprisingly they didn't do all that thorough of a search but maybe my statement and my rather loud protests led to that, Monroe's house is an absolute mess.

'They didn't find my knives or gun…Monroe looks pretty shaken…' I think as I store the weapons in my inventory, and exit my RV and return to Monroe's house, Monroe is sitting on a stool in his workspace.

"Monroe…you okay?" I ask him while patting his shoulder.

"I saw one…a Grimm…a real life Grimm…" Monroe mutters in a mix of fear and awe.

"Heh, seems like a let down to me if he's supposed to be some big bag boogyman." I joke but keep it light and Monroe cracks a grin at that.

"He'll be back tonight…I can tell." I offer a little future knowledge to Monroe, Monroe nods, "Not that I'm trying to make you leave but maybe it'd be best if you weren't here when he did." Monroe says reluctantly and I stare at him for a solid minute before slapping him upside the head.

"I'm not going to leave you here alone with some psychopathic cop/Grimm has a hard on for you." I shoot him down and he rubs the back of his head while staring at me, "Ow!" Monroe says in an overly dramatic way, making me chuckle.

"Mason…"

"Yeah Monroe?"

"Thanks."

"That's what friends are for."

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"Gotta umm…mark the territory." Monroe says to me with a bit of a nervous and embarrassed expression on his face as he scratches the back of his head.

"Cool, don't pee on my RV!" I joke as I really find this weird. I had two pet dogs after all… 'That's a horrible comparison…'

Monroe comes back inside, looking perplexed, "You were right…get ready for another attack." Monroe says and I get up and help him turn off the lights…I can't see anything but Monroe growls suddenly and jumps through a window, there's a grunt and I can tell that he landed on top of Nick.

"You shouldn't have come back." Monroe snarls, before he speaks normally, my Infinity 1911 is in my hands raised towards the window Monroe jumped through, "Okay, okay, okay. Lighten up…no reason to point a gun at me I'm just making a point. Come on. Let's grab a brew. And, by the way, you're paying for that window."

Not hearing a gunshot I relax a little bit and flick the light switches back on that I'm standing next too.

'Why did I grab the gun when I have finger guns?' I internally question and groan at my own stupidity and return the 1911 to my inventory as Monroe and Nick enter the house.

"You know, like I was telling Mason this morning I've never seen one of you before, I mean I heard about you guys all my life…we all do, never thought I'd see one up close. A Grimm. Ha! What do you know?!" Monroe expresses and it's almost like he is fangirling a little bit.

"You know about me?" Nick asks in surprise, he glances at me but puts his attention back on Monroe when I don't woge.

"Are you kidding? My folks used to tell me stories about you guys. Scared the hell out of me when I was a kid. How long you been at this?...cause you seem kind of new." Monroe expresses before asking tactlessly about Nick's inexperience.

Nick, seemingly overwhelmed, turns to me, "Who are you? Are you like him?" he asks me accusingly.

"Wow, you are new at this. What, someone in your family just die?" Monroe snorts in amusement making Nick round on him which makes me chuckle.

"I'm not quite sure what I am…I don't think I'm like Monroe or even you…I do have certain abilities though." Nick looks at me consideringly for a moment before answering Monroe's question about a family member dying.

"My aunt's in a coma." Nick says and you can tell it just really takes it out of him, the three of us walk into the kitchen and I immediately go to the fridge and grab out three beers.

"Sorry about your aunt." I say to Nick as I hand him his beer and Monroe looks like he's trying to remember something.

"Ahh, yeah that explains it…if I remember the stories right, What's her name, your aunt's name?" Monroe exclaims before asking about Aunt Marie.

"Marie Kessler."

"Oh, yeah. I heard of her. Look, I don't want any more trouble, okay? I'm not that kind of Blutbad. I don't kill anymore. I haven't in years." Monroe says and I face palm, 'Bro…you used to kill people and you just drop that…god Monroe how do you survive till the end of the series?!'

"Wait, what did you say you were?"

"Blutbad, vulgarized by your ancestors as the big bad wolf. What, did you just get the books tonight?

"You know about the books?" Nick asks and his surprise at this is clear.

"Of course I know about the books. We all know about the books. You people started profiling us over 200 years ago. But, as you can see, I'm not that big, and I am done with the bad thing." Monroe grows a little defensive and snarky.

"Well, how do you…"

"How do I stay good? Through a strict regimen of diet, drugs, pilates…and good friends, I'm a reformed Blutbad. A Wieder Blutbad. It's a different church altogether."

"Wait, you guys go to church?"

"Sure, don't you?"

"I don't, never really been one to put much stock in religious texts written by men colored by their own interpretations and used as justification for some of, if not most of the most heinous deeds committed throughout history."

Monroe nods in understanding, but Nick just waves me off, as he looks to Monroe in desperation,

"…What she said is…it's really happening to me…I have to stop it. How do I stop it?"

"Stop it? You can't stop it. It's who you are. So if you just got into this, you must be seeing some pretty strange things." Monroe says and honestly he's way more cool about all of this than he should be.

"Yeah. I am." Nick admits disbelievingly.

"I guess that's why you're here?" Monroe says and though it's not worded as a question it is one.

"No, I'm here because of the little girl." Nick's voice starts to gain a bit of aggression to it.

"Still haven't found her yet?"

"No, we haven't!" Nick grunts out aggressively and I step between them.

"You've already assaulted him once, you do it again and I'll put you down, hard." I warn Nick, and he takes a half a step forward.

"Woah woah, lets bring the testosterone down a few notches guys, look we all want the little girl to be found…and brought home alive and safe." Monroe, always the voice of reason says and I sigh.

"He's right…we all want to help the girl get home safe…do you have something belonging to the girl?" I ask Nick and he looks at me strangely.

"Look, we're wasting time, I can track her if I have something belonging to her…" I say Nick looks at me strangely then looks behind me to Monroe.

"We have her backpack in evidence back at the station…what are you a psychic?" Nick says and I shrug before being a smartass, "I'm something." Monroe sighs and I know that he's looking at the broken window.

"Can you go get the backpack and come back here?" I ask Nick and he nods.

"I'll be back soon…" Nick says and he leaves Monroe's.

Once he's gone Monroe releases a sigh, "Are you sure…you want to get involved in all this?" Monroe asks me and it's my turn to sigh, "No...not really, But he's not going to leave you alone unless we prove that you had nothing to do with this…plus it might be a good thing to make peace with a cop who's also a Grimm." I say to Monroe who hums in agreement.

Nick returns after about twenty minutes to half an hour, with a pink and purple backpack in a large clear plastic bag that has evidence written in in big bold blue lettering, and a white square with a case number written down inside of it.

"Alright let's take my RV, it'll be easier to do this on the go." I say and though Nick looks reluctant he accepts, "Monroe you drive…please. Keys are in the ignition." I say as I lead the men out of the house and enter my RV sitting in the passenger seat, summoning my potions to me I find the locator potion that has like a radar thing on its label, knocking it back and then grabbing hold of the back pack.

I feel a pressure behind my eyes closing them, I start calling out directions as Monroe takes the driver's seat.

"So how many of you Blutbads are there?" Nick asks, causing me some slight annoyance as images flash in front of my eyes, "I can see her…she's in some kind of furnished root cellar…it's rustic." I mutter and tell Monroe to turn left. Monroe waits for me to go quiet before replying to Nick's question.

"First off, the plural is Blutbaden. And I don't know. We don't socialize much. Bad things happen when we get into a pack. Especially when we see red."

"So all those things I've been seeing…?" Nick asks questioningly and being a bit speciesist.

"We're not things. Look, I'm a clockmaker, for God's sake. I don't go around abducting little girls."

"Okay…but tonight in the backyard, you were marking your territory."

"I wasn't pissing on my fence for kicks." Monroe snarks and I chuckle.

"Then there are more of you around here. Look, you may not know where she is, but you've got a pretty good idea who's got her." Nick says with a little too much enthusiasm.

"I don't bother the other Blutbaden, they don't bother me."

"Guess what, pal? I'm not a Blutbaden. I'm a cop. And if you know who's got her, you had better tell me right now." Nick shouts threateningly.

"Please don't threaten me…I'm driving."

"Both of you shut the fuck up or my link to her is going to slip away! Monroe, turn right, Now!" I shout at the two and Monroe does as he is told, making my RV ride on two wheels for a bit.

As Monroe drives my rv he suddenly lowers the drivers side window, I can tell because of the air hitting me, and the fact that the RV starts swerving making it that much harder for me to continue tracking the girl.

Though I understand that he's sticking his head out the window because he's caught a scent.

"I really think I should be the one to drive." Nick groans and sounds like he's in a little bit of pain and uncomfortable as hell.

"No, I'm good."

"No cop is driving my home, you're lucky enough to be inside of it." I grunt as it's becoming harder to hold onto my connection to Robin Howell.

"Yeah I feel lucky." Nick utters, "If this is the same Blutbad that killed that woman in the woods…"

"Well, assuming it is, he…fed yesterday, he'll be good for a week, maybe ten days, tops…unless he's a voracious eater, which he probably isn't because most Blutbads that are go feral and live deep in the wild…He'll probably just use the time between feedings to fatten her up." Monroe explains and my connection slips away, "We're close, it's a little cottage nestled in the woods, it's got moss growing on the roof and a stone chimney." I groan as I suddenly get hit with a mind numbing headache.

"Whoa, I got a hit. We're definitely close!" Monroe expresses but it sounds like someone turned two 12 inch subs mounted on either side of my head to max volume.

"Please talk softly, fuck this hurts." I bag the two as I unsteadily stumble out of the passenger seat opening my eyes. Everything is blurry as I stumble my way to the bathroom as my stomach rolls.

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3RD or is it General POV

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"Is he going to be okay? Did you really smell him?!" Nick asks Monroe while sliding into the passenger seat while watching the guy stumble his way into a bathroom the sounds of him puking hit both men's ears Monroe looks over his shoulder in concern.

"Dude, I have no idea…what Mason did to lead us here is very powerful magic…and this guy's scent now that I have it is potent…even with Mason throwing up in the back." Monroe says as he puts the RV into park and opens the driver's side door, in front of a bridge.

"Okay, this is as far as we drive." Monroe mutters and he and Nick get out of the RV.

"He's over there?" Nick asks and points in the direction of a building barely illuminated by moonlight revealing a moss covered rough with a stone chimney, "Serious question Monroe, do you think Mason is an accomplice in this kidnapping?" Nick suddenly asks Monroe as he remembers the way Mason described the cottage.

"What no! Mason might be a little strange but he's a good dude. You're a Grimm you're seeing strange things you can't quite explain. Is it so hard for you to open your mind to the fact that there are other types of special people out there with abilities that are different from Wesen or Grimms? Now if you're done asking stupid questions, he's close…real close." Monroe says, making Nick's face warp with consideration before he looks at Monroe who is rubbing something on himself.

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3RD or is it General POV End

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'Woah, that sucked ass.' I think as I stand up and gurgle mouthwash, and spit it out trying to get rid of the taste of vomit.

Checking my shirt to make sure I didn't get sick on it, I wash my face and hands, turn off the faucet, leave the bathroom and exit my rv walking towards the front to meet up with Nick and Monroe where they are standing in front of my rv.

"What's that?" Nick asks Monroe, and both men turn to look at me as a twig snaps underneath my foot.

"Wolfsbane, so he won't sense us…you alright Mason? You look a little pale." Monroe says to me and I shrug. "I think I'm fine…I'm pretty resilient. I think it's because I tried to prolong the effect while being distracted by you guys that made me react so negatively." I say to Monroe pulling an excuse out of my ass.

"You're sure this is the place? And Wolfsbane, you're kidding me, right?" Nick asks me and then Monroe.

"Not if you want to stay alive." Monroe says in a matter of fact way, "I'm not one hundred percent sure…it was my first time using that ability but…trust Monroe's instincts if he believes we're on the right trail so do I." I say and show my confidence in Monroe to both of them. Monroe looks a little embarrassed but he cracks a smile, "Thanks Mason…" Monroe says and I give him a thumbs up while Nick holds out his hand for the wolfsbane, which Monroe hands him, Nick rubs the Wolfsbane on himself and starts walking like he's going to walk across the bridge.

"What are you doing?" Monroe hisses at Nick with no small amount of urgency in his voice.

"You guys both agree he's over there." Nick says while pointing and I can just barely make out the cottage, through small patches of moonlight.

"Why don't you just call him, tell him you're coming? We go this way…" Monroe says and they start to go down the little bank but stop and look at me, "Aren't you coming?" Nick asks me and I shake my head no." "No…I'm not very good at walking through the woods…used to scare all the deer away when I'd go hunting." I say to the two and Monroe chuckles and Nick gives me a distrustful glare but doesn't say anything else as he and Nick disappear down the bank. I can hear them sloshing through the stream underneath the bridge though.

Monroe arrives back, slowing down from a run, "Where's the girl?" I ask Monroe and he shakes his head, "I can't…his scent it's getting to me combined with the moonlight and pack instincts…I can't guarantee what'll happen if I get any closer...to him than I already have…it's too dangerous…I might be on Nick's side…or I might be on the Blutbad's side…hell, I might even go after the girl myself…I want to help but there's nothing more I can do…he's calling his partner…we should get out of here." Monroe rambles a bit and I can tell being this close to a hunting killing Blutbad is really shaking him up.

"You're right, let the Grimm/cop do his job, we're just some normal guys way in over our heads." I admit somewhat self-deprecatingly to Monroe and he nods in agreement as he looks in the direction of the bridge longingly.

We don't say anything more as we get back into my RV and turn around leaving Nick behind.

The whole ride back to Monroe's place is in total silence with me driving and Monroe sitting in the passenger seat with a forlorn expression on his face.

"Monroe, you did good tonight, we did good tonight…that little girl will be home safe with her parents by morning because we helped Detective Nick Burkhart out, we didn't help a Grimm we helped a cop so cheer up man…or else I'll feed you a McDonald's McDouble." I start off reassuring but then turn to a joking threatening tone.

Monroe laughs and relaxes back into his seat, "I actually know a vegetarian fast food place…" Monroe says and trails off suggestively.

"Sure why not." I shrug with a smile on my face and let Monroe give me directions to a fast food vegetarian joint, which I didn't even know was possible.