"Wow," Bridgette said, blinking. "Wow. There is so much I want to say right now, but ... where to begin."

  "Can I see your boobs again?," Erika asked. "I mean, in the most polite and respectful manner, I was kind of distracted before and angry and I feel like I kind of didn't get a good look, and they were just so magnificent that they really deserve to be properly ogled and worshipped and captured in my memory for, uh, ter reference, definitely not masturbation. And since I already saw them once, even briefly, it's not that big of a deal to show me them again, right?"

  "What in the absolute fucking hell, do you have even a single goddamn manner in that brainless head of yours?," Alice shouted, leaning across the table and spping Erika across the face, a red hand print left behind on her pale skin. The sp opened the nearly-clotted wound on Erika's face, blood once more running freely and dripping on the table. "Are you fucking kidding me? Asking my girlfriend to fsh you her tits? While I'm sitting right here?"

  "Would it be better or worse if you weren't sitting here? We could wait until you leave," Erika asked, rubbing at her cheek and smearing the blood around. "And by all means, Raven, show me yours too. I know I didn't get a good look at them but that top is nearly at its limit." This time, Bridgette leaned across the table and spped the witch, nearly making her fall out of her chair. "Okay, I'm going to just assume that's a no on both," she said grumpily. "Hey Raven, you know you have pink lipstick tattoos all the way up your leg? I saw them under the table just now. Do they go up to your pussy, too? That would be hot. Can I see?"

  "Yea, fuck that," Alice said while crossing her arms across her chest, trying to conceal her breasts from the pink-haired woman's ogling, though the skin-tight crop top made that a challenge. "Can we focus on your story? I have no idea who Victor is, but we've heard of Xavier a few times. Total fucking creep, he and his buddies nearly killed a friend of ours, we know of a few other shady folks working with him, and he was behind a group of svers abducting women down in Kansas a few months ago. But you said something that made me think. What was it that Victor said that ritual was going to do?"

  "Said it would take him to Xavier so he could grow in power," Erika shrugged.

  "No, the first time you said something else," Alice pointed out. "Something about destiny?"

  "Oh, yea. I think he said it would take him to where he could fulfill his destiny. Which was going to be to Xavier."

  "So I wonder," Alice began, tapping her chin and leaning back, thinking. Bridgette gnced between the two women, shrugging as Alice pondered. Erika did her best to sneak gnces at the two beauties, hopefully not too obviously staring at their breasts. "We'd need to ask Colin for sure, although honestly without seeing the ritual itself it would be hard to know with absolute certainty, but what I'm thinking is that the ritual was probably a generic one. Something like Get the person or persons inside the ritual to where they need to be to fulfill their destiny and Victor just knew or assumed that his destiny was to get to Xavier. Not a custom ritual designed to take him to Xavier."

  "Okay, so?," Erika wondered. "Who cares?"

  "Well, the point is that if it triggered on you as well, then it would take you to where you need to be to fulfill your destiny. You see, I'm an Acolyte of Aphrodite and Bridgette is a Lusty Barbarian of Ares. We've both met Fi a few times now, and she told me to find the others she blessed and work with them to protect the world. So I'm guessing it's your destiny to join with us and help us?"

  "Ah yes," Erika began, templing her fingers in front of her face and staring at the two women with an enigmatic expression on her face. She pitched her voice to sound like a wise, ancient movie wizard. "I must fulfill my destiny and take my pce underneath you. Or on top of you. I can go switch, no biggie."

  "Fuck off with a splintered broomstick," Alice snapped. "Not happening. Now, would you like me to heal that cut on your face before you bleed all over my table or should I have Bridgette throw you out into the barnyard where you can just rub some dirt on it?"

  Erika blushed, realizing she might have gone a little too far. "Sorry, I have trouble with my mouth sometimes. It gets me in trouble. Honestly, I get in the least amount of trouble when it's just stuffed, ideally with something big and throbbing. That way I can't talk. But yes, please, I would appreciate the healing. It's been a long day, I'm kind of a fucking wreck watching Yuki die in front of me, and I can barely think straight."

  "I am truly sorry about your friend," Bridgette said. "That sounds horrible to witness, being so helpless and watching one you love die like that."

  "Well, love is a strong word," Erika said, "We knew each other for like ... six hours. But we spent about five of those fucking, so you could say we were pretty close."

  Alice closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, praying to Fi for some patience. She stood and walked around the table, then perched herself on the edge next to where Erika sat, looking down at the witch. Erika gazed up at her, curious to see what the healing would entail and also curious if Alice's top would let a nipple slip in the process.

  "To get the best heal, I'm going to touch your face and cast the spell, okay? I'll be gentle when I do it," Alice said.

  "You don't have to be gentle when you do me," Erika wisecracked. Alice's face twisted in a snarl, and she roughly shoved her hand onto the witch's injured face, causing Erika to yelp in surprise. Alice murmured a word, her hand glowing pink as the healing energy flowed from her down into Erika. The witch twitched as if struck by a bolt of lightning, her skin instantly flushing from head to toe as a loud moan ripped free of her mouth. Her eyes fluttered back up into her head, and she slumped, limply falling from the chair, cracking her skull on the wood pnks of the dining room floor. She didn't move. Alice paused, counting to ten in her head while staring at the prone figure.

  "Uhm, babe," Alice said, gncing back over her shoulder at Bridgette who had leaped to her feet in surprise. "I don't want to touch her again, but that didn't seem normal. I mean, not like this fucking idiot appears to be anything even remotely near normal. What was Fi thinking, asking a pervert like this to be one of her helpers?"

  Laughing and shaking her head, Bridgette got to her feet and walked around to where Erika y, leaning down and picking up the prone woman. Bridgette pced her on the kitchen table as Alice scooted out of the way and the two leaned over, quickly checking vital signs. "She's got a strong heartbeat, and she's breathing at least," Alice said. "But I don't know what the hell that was."

  Bridgette opened her mouth to answer, but turned as she heard a frantic knocking sound from the front door. She trotted over, opening it to find Deirdre and Colin standing at the front door. Colin quickly blurted out, "Guys are you okay? We were walking by and heard a loud screaming noise that didn't sound like either of you." He peeked inside the house, gncing around, then stopped as he saw the strange woman ying on the table.

  "You know what, never mind," he said. "Why you have a strange woman on your table with no underwear is not my business, and I'm getting the fuck out of here. Sorry, bye, have a nice life," and he turned and fled. Deirdre gnced at Bridgette inquisitively, then poked her head in and looked around the dining room, blushing as she too fled after Colin.

  "No underwear?," Alice asked, gncing down at Erika's body. Alice had to admit that Bridgette had pced, purely by coincidence, Erika so that her legs were facing the door. Alice tentatively reached down and grasped the bottom edge of Erika's skirt, intending to tug it into pce so nobody else walking into her house would get an eyeful of naked witch. It was a very short skirt, but she could at least try to ensure this woman was modest, even if that didn't appear to be a word in Erika's vocabury.

  Right as Alice began to tug the skirt, Erika sat straight upright with a gasping breath, her chest heaving with a panicked expression on her face, babbling out loud. "I'm so fucking sorry, Fi, I'll do better! I promise!" She gnced around, suddenly realizing she was sitting on a table and that Alice was standing there with her hand between Erika's legs. "Oh fuck yea, gonna py with my pussy while I'm unconscious? I kind of figured you for my kind of perv, Raven. You want to join in, too, Red? I just knew my destiny was meant for great things." Alice spped Erika as hard as she could, another red welt across the witch's face as the mortified healer ran from the room with a shriek of despair.