Tales of Carrion Mansion

Chapter 26

The Gargoyle and the Dancing WereMouse

by Skytower

 If anyone happened to be looking at the corner of Sour Simon lane and Le Morte Ave they would not have seen anything special. The type of teleportation system Jeremy and Helga Carrion used caused no flash of light nor any multicolored sprinkle or outline. One moment no one was there, the next moment someone was. This lack of fanfare didn't mean it was a smooth trip.

Elvira Peterson sat down on the curb and closed her eyes. She buried her face in her hands feeling the ice cold numbness of her body slowly fade. For a few minutes she took deep breaths in through her nose and out through her mouth. Soon the ringing in her ears stopped and Elvira's body stopped trembling. Then she stood again. Carefully she felt her body, checking to make sure everything was still there. If Elvira had been in a car the trip wouldn't have been so bad, the more mass to teleport, the easier the trip.

"I hate that." Elvira whispered. "I hate it, I hate it, I hate it."

Elvira Peterson was five feet five inches tall, neither fat nor thin, beautiful or unattractive. She had brown hair and brown eyes and a face that age had yet to make truly round or square. To sum it up, Elvira was a fairly normal looking teenager. She was wearing a pair of jeans, sneakers and a dark long sleeve sweater. Her only ornamentation was a black choker with three gems set into it. To anyone who happened to see her, perhaps by glancing out a window or driving by in a car, Elvira looked as normal as the mailbox she was standing by.

At least I hope they think that way, Elvira thought as she started down the street. If they knew I was on a mission to save a weremouse and a fairy from some loony teacher and a mutated family of elves they'd… Hell what would they do?

Elvira laughed out loud as the extraordinary situation revealed itself to her mind.

The houses on Sour Simon lane were a mixture of architectural styles from 1900 to 1960. It was a typical suburban neighborhood, with some houses well kept and others in need of repair. The street was well lit by streetlights but it was cold as well. A chill breeze rustled the late autumn leaves on both the ground and the trees. There were no birds, no insects to disturb the stillness. In the windows of some houses the harsh glare of a television left on in a dark room flickered. The street was one of the few perfectly straight ones in the town of Le Corvus. It branched off from Le Morte Ave and ended at DragonsDeath Street. Elvira passed by number 16, looking at it carefully out of the corner of her eye. Mindy's last message to Carrion Mansion had been that she was in that house. It was a two-story house with a broad porch on the second floor. Elvira saw a broken pane of glass in one of the windows on the second floor. It had been hastily repaired with duct tape and a newspaper. The house was dull grey in color with a trim that might have been white once, but was now indistinguishable from the grey. All of the windows were dark and there was no car in the driveway. Calliope the weremouse had sent a message saying that Mindy had some how escaped, but before Calliope could say much else her message had been cut off.

I should never have sent her, Elvira thought passing by the house and walking down the street. Mindy was a fairy, but she wasn't a fairy all the time. In fact she wasn't supposed to be a fairy at all, not anymore anyway. Helga had assured them all that Mindy was cured. But then Helga didn't know at the time that a weremouse had bitten Mindy, and there was no way to know that her fairy potion and Calliope's bite would interact. Struck by the light of a full moon Mindy had changed into a fairy. At about 13 inches tall Mindy had wings and she could fly, but beyond that she was terribly vulnerable. None of that had occurred to Elvira when she had grabbed her friend by the legs and tossed her into the air, ordering her to take an urgent message to Carrion Mansion. It hadn't occurred to Elvira at the time that Mindy's fairy body wouldn't have the strength to fly all the way across town.

But I was about to have sex (sort of) and grow to 25 feet to fight a giant robot, Elvira protested to her self. And I was in a lot of pain that night. I couldn't think of everything! And Calliope took off on her own. Hell I already rescued her once that night.

The protest did not make her feel any better. Nor did the thought of Mindy and Calliope being caught by the Troll. Elvira's blood boiled as she remembered the last time he had had any power over them.

Mindy was nervous about public speaking. She was self-conscious about her body and especially her large breasts. But she loved science and to maintain an A+ average she had to give an oral report. So she researched, practiced and got up the nerve to stand up infront of the entire class. After fumbling with her papers for a minute Mindy took a deep breath and started to speak.

"Just give the report Miss McConnel." Mr. Castleworth had said from his desk. He maintained a well practiced tone of tolerant boredom but his eyes never left her. "Don’t try to impress everyone with your chest."

"I…" Mindy had stumbled out of the starting gate and her face turned bright red at his words. Starting to panic she looked at her notes but took a few seconds too long and he interrupted her again.

"Do you actually have a report Miss McConnel or did you plan on just standing there and breathing? If so please take your shirt off so that we may at least have a pleasant time."

The rest of the class started to laugh. A few of the boys hooted and shouted at Mindy to follow his instructions. Elvira decided enough was enough. In the two months she and Mindy had been in his class "The Troll" as Elvira named him, seldom took his eyes of Mindy's chest. He was petty, arrogant and boring. So far no student, no female student anyway, had gotten through her report without being teased, interrupted and in many cases humiliated.

"Hey ease up on her Troll." Elvira said coldly the tone of her voice silencing everyone. "You've got bigger tits than she does and we don't ask you to take your shirt off."

If Mindy had turned red Mr. Castleworth turned crimson. He stood up from his desk as if preparing to come toward her and Elvira stood up as well. The kids around her moved their desks back quickly as Elvira's reputation came to their minds. If a fight were to come it wouldn't be the first time she'd taken on a teacher. Elvira gripped her chair as if prepared to throw it.

"Miss Peterson!" Mr. Castleworth growled staying where he was. "Go to the principles office and stay there."

"No problem." Elvira said, picking up her books. "Come on Mindy."

"Miss McConnel will stay here." Mr. Castleworth growled.

"Why? So you can make cracks about her chest?" Elvira grabbed Mindy's books and walked up to her. "Come on Mindy."

"Stop!" Mr. Castleworth shouted walking toward them.

Elvira turned toward him actually growling and he stopped.

"Come on Mindy, we got a sexual harassment suit to file." Still shocked and embarrassed Mindy followed her.

It never came to a lawsuit, though that was barely avoided. What the situation came to was a shouting match between the Principle, Mr. Castleworth, Elvira and Mindy and later Elvira's and Mindy's mothers. Elvira laid her case and Mindy backed her up. The end result was a transfer out of Mr. Castleworth's class and yet another visit to Karloff highschool by the police when Elvira had threatened to drag the Troll to the metal shop and castrate him. She had actually taken a few steps in his direction while grabbing a pair of scissors off of the principle's desk. He had panicked hiding in a closet and using his cell phone to summon them. Not being in a good mood that day Elvira had nearly gotten into it with the police as well. Only the fact that Mindy hand gagged Elvira and dragged her from the principles office had saved her. From the safety of the two officers the Troll had sworn vengeance.

If he's hurt either of them I am going to castrate him, Elvira swore silently. What the Troll would do to a tiny naked Mindy caused chills to run down her spine. She reached the end of the street and crossed to the other side. So far Elvira hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary.

But what the hell am I looking for, Elvira asked herself as she walked. Tinkerbell and Gadget Hackwrench? Elvira winced inwardly as the nicknames she used for Calliope and Mindy came to her mind. They didn't like her calling them that and suddenly all the arguments she had ever had with both of them came to her mind. They could be anywhere with anyone. Helpless.

Elvira slowed suddenly as she passed number 17 and looked across the street at the house just behind number 16. It was a two story structure with two windows flanking a central chimney. To Elvira it looked like the house in the "Amytivile Horror story" It was painted white with blue trim and looked well kept up. In the window of the left side a large letter "E" was backlit.

"Ok, so everything in life isn't hard." Elvira muttered. "Why couldn't they be on the first floo

20 minutes later Elvira knelt down beside the front porch of 14 Candy Street. After spotting the letter in the window she had gone down a few more houses and crossed the street. Carefully avoiding most of the motion sensor lights in backyards the young woman had crossed into the backyard of the house. The first floor windows were locked, as was the back door. The front door was on a porch and well lit. That left only the cellar and the first three cellar windows were locked. Elvira knelt by the front porch and took hold of the latticework on the side. The porch was a recent addition to the house or at least that was what Elvira concluded. Under it she could see an old cracked cellar window. If it was cracked it might be open. But the latticework was proving stubborn. Her knees were damp and cold from the ground and her hands felt like ice. Frustration was growing in Elvira and she was just about to pull the wood with all her might and the noise be damned when she heard a car door slam shut.

Elvira's head whipped up and she flattened her self against the ground a second later. A police car had stopped infront of the house and two officers stepped out. The first officer was medium sized and well built. Advancing toward the house he carried a large flashlight. The second officer hung by the car holding another flashlight. She was just as tall, but slimmer.

This could not get any worse, Elvira thought as she recognized the officers. Ann Dickenson and Earl Holliman had been called to Karloff highschool more than once because of Elvira. The school was their regular beat and Mr. Castleworth was not the only teacher who thought her a menace.

As the flashlight beam came ever closer Elvira ran through the options. She could stand up and talk to them, which would get her arrested, she could hide and hope they wouldn't find her, which wouldn't work, she could fight them and knock them out, which might work but be unproductive in the long run.

Or I can do this, Elvira thought reaching up to her throat she triggered the gems on her collar. There was a flash of light in her eyes, an enormous pressure on her body, an orgasm rushed through her being nearly causing her to cry out.

Then it was over and Elvira was struggling out of her suddenly too-big cloths and through the holes in the latticework. They were a bit tight even for her now 12 inch tall body and she cursed silently as a few splinters found there way into her but. Ignoring the pain she pulled herself through and fell on her face into the dirt and dust. Above her the door opened and she heard the officers walk up the steps. Elvira pulled out splinters while she listened.

"We have searched and found nothing Mistress." Ann said.

"Mistress?" Elvira whispered.

"There was someone here." A well cultured English voice replied sternly. It was a woman's voice, soft and hard at the same time. "How long until you both get off duty?"

"Forty five minutes O great one." Earl said.

"When you are done report to me here for guard duty and servicing."

"Yes mistress." They both said.

Elvira listened as the door closed and both officers walked down the steps and got into their cruiser. She was just worming her way out of the latticework as they drove off.

"Mistress? Great one? How come they're never that polite to me?"

Elvira climbed out from under the porch and walked over to her jeans. Luckily she seemed to have exhausted the woods supply of splinters on the way in. The ground under her feet was soft but frigid and the night air raised goose bumps all over her tiny nude body. Quickly she dug into the pocket and pulled out the costume her sister Guenivere had made for her. It would be an hour before she could grow again and Elvira didn't want to creep around naked.

A little later Elvira looked up at the chimney of the house, sighed and started climbing. She had seldom felt sillier in her life. When Jeremy Carrion had sent Elvira's little sister Guenivere some fabric made from unstable molecules she'd used the fabric to make Elvira some cloths. This would at least save Elvira from walking around naked when she shrank or grew. Unfortunately Guenivere thought of her sister as a superhero, so she naturally designed Elvira a super hero type outfit. The black halter top with silver shoulder pads left her midriff bare. Guen had crafted a pair of black short shorts with a golden belt with the initials "GtW" (Giant Tiny Woman, her sister explained) and a pair of gold boots and gloves. The only part of the outfit Elvira liked was the hood-like mask, at least no one would recognize her.

Despite her embarrassment Elvira did have to admit the fabric was comfortable. It was light and it moved as she moved with none of the tightness of standard cloth. Her sister had done an excellent job with the stitching so that Elvira didn't even feel the seams, something she usually felt when she wore doll cloths.

"Now if I only didn't look like some comic book wannabe…" Elvira growled.

The climb was not as easy at it first looked. Elvira at 12 inches tall was the right size to climb the bricks. Her fingers and toes easily found places in the worn mortar to hold. But she was 12 inches tall, which meant the climb took time. As she climbed Elvira thought about the scene at the front door. It was obvious the officers had been hypnotized or something, but who was the lady with the English accent? Elvira knew a good many people in town were into mind control, she had babysat a few of their children and been hypnotized more than once. It could be dangerous at times, like the time she had woken to found herself dancing naked on a roof, but it could also be lucrative as most parents paid well to keep her quiet. Another advantage was that after the first four times Elvira had developed a good resistance to hypnosis. Though once she had played along with being Sailor Moon when she needed a quick amount of cash. But Elvira was fully aware of how dangerous mind control could be.

And here I am walking right into it, Elvira thought. She had reached the level of the two windows and now climbed over to the one with the letter in it. The windowsill was slightly slanted and freshly painted, making it hard to stay on it. But Elvira dug her hands into the putty around the edge of the glass and looked in.

The letter was formed by masking tape. Beyond a small flashlight Elvira could see a small room with nearly a dozen bird cages. There were toys scattered about as well, limbs from many Malibu Stacy dolls, exotic doll clothing, a workbench and an imac computer. Elvira looked closely and saw that at least three of the cages held small figures. Women.

"Great, more shrunken women to rescue." Elvira whispered. She watched for a few minutes, looking at the women closely. One was a buxom woman with deeply tanned skin. The next was a black woman who was just as buxom but not as tall. The third was an Asian who looked the most doll-like. Each of them sat on small chairs and talked, but no sound could breach the glass. All were nude. They seemed calm and in no danger.

Elvira climbed back onto the chimney and worked her way across to the other side. Again she dug her fingers into the putty to gain a good grip.

This room was different. It was a cross between a pagan temple and a sex palace. Arcane symbols were painted on the walls, a mirror hung above the round bed. The floor was a deep black carpet and multiple candles lighted the place. A woman was on the bed. She was beautiful in a way that matched the room. Her stark white hair stood out so much against the black bed sheets it seemed almost to float. Her face was strong with high cheekbones, a strong jaw and finely arched white eyebrows. Her lips were full and black. She wore a sheer dark blue robe that was laced with small gems and did very little to cover her nude body. It was quite a body. She must have stood above six feet tall and her breasts at least bordered on an F cup size. Though tall her body was slender, bordering on skinny. Her skin was a deep purple in color, of a shade that Elvira had never seen before. The large nipples on her breast were a slightly brighter shade of the same color. The huge triangle of hair between her legs was even whiter than the hair on her head. Her ears were pointed, her eyes silver. Elvira watched as a Mr. Castleworth dressed in a dark robe placed Calliope on the woman's stomach.

Calliope McCoy as a weremouse normally looked like the closest thing to a Disney character come to life. She stood a little shorter than Elvira's current 12 inches. Her face was a mix of mouse and humans, with slightly slanted eyes and a cute little nose on a mouse's snout. Her body was covered in tan colored fur though her tail was black. In this instance though Calliope looked a bit different. An arrow-like end had been added to her tail, two bat-like wings came out from between her shoulder blades and went twice the width of her arms. Her fur was now all red. As Elvira watched she stood waiting on the woman's stomach while the Troll fixed the woman to the bed with bright metal chains. When her arms and legs were stretched out he stepped back and picked up a camera. At some signal Elvira couldn't hear Calliope started to dance up and down the woman's body. It was a strange dance, until Elvira realized that Calliope was copying a Haccowy war dance from F-Troop. On the bed the woman struggled and screamed as if trying to get free.

When the dance was done Calliope produced a whip from inside her wings and began to thrash the woman's breast. The woman writhed convincingly and the man moved around to get all the action.

The action absorbed Elvira's mind. She watched as Calliope used the whip on the woman's breasts, her lips and face causing the woman to writhe even harder and cry out for mercy. Then Calliope moved to her stomach and hopped down between her legs and started to use the whip violently against the woman's vagina.

The whole scene was turning Elvira on, despite her best efforts to resist it. Her stomach felt hollow, her breast stiffened and Elvira could feel a dampness between her legs. Part of the shrinking condition Jeremy had never even bothered to try and cure was an increased sexual appetite. Elvira usually ignored it, but in this case the surge of lust was un-expected and intense. If the gargoyle hadn't attacked Elvira probably would have tapped on the window and asked to join in.

In contrast to their last battle the gargoyle was more cunning. There was no sound as he glided down along the house and slashed at Elvira's back with the tip of his wing. It stung like a hot iron on the small of her back and Elvira gasped in pain. She spun around nearly loosing her grip on the windowsill and finding no sign of her attacker. She had no idea what had attacked her until the gargoyle flew past once more. This time the tip of his wing caught her in the chin and spun her around. Dizzy Elvira felt herself falling and dove sideways to the chimney. She pressed her back to the stone ignoring the pain of wounded skin against rough cold stone. Elvira sank to her knees and huddled close against the stone as the gargoyle attacked once more. He missed and Elvira watched as he swung around for another dive. When he got close enough the young woman leaped off of the windowsill and hit the miniature monster full in the stomach. The gargoyle faltered in mid-air as the air was driven from its lungs. Elvira encircled its waist with her arms and pulled with all her might, not letting it breath in. They started to fall, the gargoyle beating desperately on Elvira's back with its fist. The blows hurt but Elvira gritted her teeth and held on. Suddenly the gargoyle's knee shot up into Elvira's stomach. She gasped from the sudden pain and her grip loosed. Able to breathe again the gargoyle flapped its wings to gain altitude even as it kept hitting Elvira in the stomach. Elvira felt them moving upward and let go of her grip. Freed from the sudden weight the gargoyle shot upward for a moment, only to falter again as Elvira grabbed hold of its legs. She hung there as the creature strove for altitude.

Elvira twisted abruptly, letting go of one of his legs she grabbed the fiend's ankle and spun herself around. Her momentum gave Elvira the extra leverage she needed and the creature howled in pain as its ankle was twisted. It bent down to reach for her and Elvira brought her foot up into its face. Once again they began to fall but both combatants ignored the ground rushing toward them. Elvira let loose with blow after blow, literally climbing the gargoyles body to get to its head. In return it clawed and bit at her viciously. Neither of them could gain any sort of advantage, until Elvira, about to loose her grip on the gargoyle's wing, grabbed its penis. It howled in pain and grabbed her arm. With her free arm Elvira poked the thing in the eyes and then punched it in the throat. They were flying wildly now, the gargoyle flailing about in all directions. Out of the corner of her eye Elvira saw they were heading into the house. She shifted her weight around so that the gargoyle would take the brunt of the impact. But her shifting changed their line of flight. Elvira and the gargoyle crashed through the window across the room and into the wall. Stunned they both fell to the bed. The last sight Elvira had before she lost consciousness was the Troll reaching for her.

…To be continued.

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