Emily Allen and the strange case of the beast-women

Monday afternoon, 14:30

-Here's your drink, miss.-.

-Oh, thanks.-.

You lightly retract from the table, allowing the gracious waitress to place the spritzer you requested. Nothing better for a warm day like this, for which you are consistently dressed in a light, striped T-shirt, denim shorts and a large summer hat. Sitting in the shade of the coffe pavilion, you can also enjoy the gentle breeze that relieves your mind after an intense morning of study.

You check the hour on your phone.

"They should arrive in a... oh, here they are!".

-Hey!- You gesture your two visitors, namely Heather Russel and Cindy Hope, who, in this way, head towards you. You stand up and greet them with friendly pecks.

-Hi girls, smack smack, nice to see you!-.

-Likewise, Emily!- Cindy answers with a bright smile.

-I took the liberty of ordering your drinks.- And in fact here they arrive, one bright green and one orange, which thus stage up a pleasing composition of colors with your intense red one. Heather timidly thanks you, and you sit down to toast.

-So- You begin with nimbleness after you all have taken a sip: -to what do I owe the occasion?-.

The two brunettes exchange a somewhat nervous look that makes you frown. Sure, you didn't expect such an invitation so last minute and from the two of them, but you thought there and then that they just wanted to have a lighthearted chat with you. Instead, it seems that the discussion will be a tad more... tantalizing.

-We're a little worried about Kim and Tina.- Cindy explains: -Today they were acting a bit... strange?-.

-Strange?- You repeat: -Like what?-.

-Well... it's a bit hard to describe...-.

Another uncertain glance, then they continue.

-I guess it all started two days ago...-.

---

Saturday evening, 20:00

-FUCK YEAH! GIRLS NIGHT OUT, WHOOOOOO!!!-.

There are two girls in the Harris' garden: one, a cute blondie with blue eyes, is spinning around in euphoria, while the other, an equally cute brunette, shows more abashment than jubilation.

-T-Tina, calm down please!-.

Tina lowers her outstretched arms and stops her circling, yet losing no trace of her exhuberance.

-But Heather, I'm soooo excited! We'll take a ride downtown, we'll go for a drink somewhere, we'll meet some nice guys and then we...-.

-You will be ready and sober no later than two in the morning.-.

Tina puffs at that unwelcomed intervention and turns to face her mother who just walked out of the door. Jessica Harris is watching them with her hands on her hips and an eyebrow-lifted, haughty smirk.

-Ohh, come on Mom!-.

-Tina, we have that family meeting tomorrow morning. It was hard enough to convince your father to let you out.-.

-But you had just to suck his dick!- Her third child childly pouts, crossing her arms.

-Tina...-.

-Tina, your mother is right.- Heather kindly intervenes: -And Mrs. Harris, thank you again for taking us back.-.

-Oh, nonsense sweetheart! Thank you too for keeping an eye on Tina: you know what she's like!-.

They both giggle at Tina's manifest discomfort, but then the honk of a car overturns her mood once again.

-Kim's here! Wiiiiiiiiii!!! I can't wait anymore!!! Let's go Heath!!!- She basically drags her friend on the road, where the convertible brakes with a garish screech.

-Remember, take it easy girls!- Jessica advised them again.

-Yes Mrs. Har-

-Yeah yeah, sure mommy! Now hurry up I wanna fuck someone!-.

-Who was driving?- You interrupt the story, sucking the straw.

-Uh... just this guy, friend of Cindy.- Heather vaguely replies. Cindy, you notice, is blushing.

---

Friday evening, 19:14

-Oh fuck!!! OH FUCK, FUCK ME FUCK MEEE!!!!-.

Cindy's body trembles as it's rocked out by an explosive orgasm. A wild cry of pleasure escapes her lips and she rolls her eyes up their sockets, overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure she's feeling.

The guy who was shagging from behind groans and blasts an immense quantity of seed inside her pussy, clasping his fingers on the girl's asscheeks and releasing them, panting, after the climax has been consumed.

-Oh... God... Jesus... Christ...- Cindy shivers as his dick pops out of her vagina and the sticky white liquid begins to pour down.

-Woah girl, you... anf... you're really tight!-.

Still huffing, Cindy attempts to smile, but a PING coming from the phone on the night table diverts her attention.

-F-Forgive me a sec.-.

There's a new message on the phone, coming from her best friend, Kim Harris.

"GRLS NGHT OUT TMW.

NEED A PSSG."

Cindy gasps and bats her eyelids a few times, fighting the afterglow, and then turns toward her partner.

-You... you were saying you'd go downtown tomorrow, right?-.

---

-...yes, just a friend.- Cindy confirms. You let the issue drop.

-So we, uhm, we drove around for a bit, then we went to some local and... w-well, I guess we let ourselves get carried away a little.- Heather's voice falters out as she ends the sentence. The awkwardness that characterizes her personality, which survived even after the event that has made all of you a family, is undoubtedly part of her naive church-girl charm, but it's now concealing details that are evidently far more important than she doesn't want to admit.

-She means that we were so wasted that we can't remember the last part of the night.- Cindy translates, presumably more used to certain events than Heather, who in confirmation sheepishly hides her face.

-But we both woke up the next morning at our homes, so we suppose that your aunt brought us there. At a certain point.-.

-And what about Tina and Kim?- You question.

-We saw them only this morning, at school.- She answers after, again, a mysterious moment of hesitation: -And they were... different.-.

-What do you mean by "different"?-.

---

Twenty minutes later

-Tina! Tina, don't run please!-.

The first thing that you hear once the door is opened is Tom's voice, followed by a quick trampling and the noises of many collisions. However, if you are quite taken aback by such a mess, your two companions seem more resigned than surprised and they step in. When you follow them, you realize that the sonorous confusion was nothing compared to the physical one.

-Holy cow! What happened?-.

A tornado seems to have passed in the living room: pillows scattered around, one even torn with all the feathers on the ground; the sofa sharply tilted to the side, the overturned coffee table, the dangerously swinging chandelier, and the TV... oh no, it has cost your (former parents, now) aunt and uncle the wages of a month!

While you're assessing the continuously increasing damages, your cousin Tom pipes out of the kitchen, with the same exhaustion as someone who has just run the marathon.

-Girls, thank God you're here! You have to help me, she's out of control!-.

-Out of co-

Right then someone darts down the stairs and the living room's door is yanked open.

-GIRLS!!!-.

"What the f-" You have barely time to process her arrival that Tina, her hands wiggling in the air and a nearly-psychotic expression on her face, literally jumps on you, almost making you fall.

-Emily!!! Emily I'm so happy that you're here!!! Emily!!!- She has hugged you around your waist and is sinking her face under your breasts, pressing harder and harder with quick tugs.

-Woah! T-Tina, I'm happy too, but calm down!-.

-Play play play I wanna play!- She ignores you, looking up at you with a crazy energy in her eyes.

-Cousin I'm so horny, can we play sex? Uh! What's that?- She abruptly turns toward some random point in the air, where you can guarantee there's nothing at all. Then she looks at you again, arousing in you something that, if it is not fear, is not that far from it.

-Play play let's play together Emily! I want to be your friend!-.

-B-B-But...-.

-Tina!- Heather's voice gently calls her. She has moved toward the stairs and is clapping her hands on her knees. Tina's visage lights up in renewed joy.

-Heather! Heather I love you so much let's play!-.

-Yes, of course we will play! But we have to do it in your room, can you wait for me here?-.

Tina blinks her eyes a few times, then jumps on the spot.

-Yes! Yes Heather I'll wait!!!- She rushes up the first floor, rapid as she arrived.

You need half a minute to regain some lucidity.

-Ok, what the hell was that?-.

-Believe me, I would really like to know.- Tom sighs drained both physically than, you imagine, mentally: -She's been doing this all yesterday, she stops only to eat and sleep.-.

-And to go to the bathroom.- Cindy adds. But he shakes his head.

-No. Only to eat and sleep.-.

...

-But, I mean, didn't you have a family date yesterday?- You ask. Tom sighs again, this time in depression.

-Yes, yes we did. And it's been a disaster! I couldn't get her to sit up, she practically made our grandparents run away. Dad is still with them.-.

Grandparents? Oh, Robert's parents. Yes, from time to time they come to visit his family; Heather and Cindy have tried with you because they thought of Jessica's lineage, instead it was Robert's.

-It's been difficult at school too.- Heather confirms, looking uneasily at the stairs that her friend has just run up.

-She was quivering in her chair, and when the professor dropped the chalk she, she literally flung herself on it. I had to invent that she had to go to the infirmary to avoid her getting suspended!-.

-And how did you handle her during the break?-.

-I didn't. She just throttled around a tree in the garden, the most difficult part was to send people away. I took the longest path to come home with her not to pass through the park, just in case; but she has tried to... I don't know, escape? Many times.-.

-So you're telling me that my cousin is, like, in a caffeine overdose.- Yours is more an affirmation than a question, and their nods are therefore redundant.

-And she's not even the weirdest.- Tom loads, much to your confusion. He guides you upstairs, where you can hear Tina still running inside of her room. However, you can also distinguish another noise, much more graceful, which comes from your parents' room instead. The door is opened, and he brings you right here.

-...Aunt Jessica?- You exclaim surprised. Your aunt is alternating between singing and warbling, standing right next to the window and looking outside like in poetic inspiration. She's wearing some tacky dress with fake feathers, an elaborated hat, and silk gloves. She seems ready to go to the opera, only that as both the spectator and the performer.

-She doesn't stop singing or intoning.- Tom explains: -And she doesn't seem to care about what Tina does. Or anyone else, for what it matters.-.

-Aunt Jess?- You try to communicate, stepping in. As you do so, she wheels toward you, making you startle.

-♪ Ah-ah-ahh! Hello my dear niece! What a love to see your face! Why do you look like a dace? ♪-.

"A dace?".

Her head mechanically twitches with her neck side-contracting like a gear; then she straightens it up again, like for a tic.

-Erm... do you feel fine?-.

-Fine?- She repeats with an ostentatious falsetto, and then she proudly swells her chest: -♪ Ah-ah-ahh! I'm more than fine! Like the Sun here I shine! Ah-ahh! Are you staying to dine? ♪-.

Right now, to say the truth, you're contemplating the idea of running away from this place.

-...I have to decline ♪ A-ehm, no thank you, auntie.- You answer stepping back.

She inclines her head again. While the open-mouthed grin of Tina seemed like the one of a demoniac, her lips-thinned one remembers you the one of a dissociated serial killer.

-We didn't know about this.- Cindy comments.

-She was too a real hell to handle.- Explains Tom: -She had this thing of always wanting to stand up in the chair to sing.-.

-And what about Ki-OHMYFAG!!!- You jump in fright when, turned around, you see Kim standing next to the stairs while silently staring at you with a judging, disdainful expression. You haven't heard her, at all.

-H-Hey cousin, what's up?- You try to start a discussion, but to no avail.

-Oh no, not again.- Tom soughs: -She seems fixated with Mom.-.

-Uh-uh.- Cindy agrees: -At University she was even worse. She decided to sit on my spot, out of nothing, over me I mean! And then she just exited the classroom and reentered without any reason. She hasn't uttered a single word all morning!-.

-Say also all Sunday.-.

Suddenly Tina's door is burst open, and the blonde girl leaps into the corridor.

-Sister!!!-.

Kim spins around, and Tina boggles as scared; then, she grinds her teeth while Kim spreads her arms threateningly.

-Wait, are they gonna fight?- You panic.

-Nope nope nope!- Tom puts himself in the between. Then, looking at you:

-Girls, I don't know what is going on, but please! Find a solution!-.

---

Five minutes later

-Ok, so, let's try to retrace your steps.- You propose, walking outside that new-formed asylum that was once your house. Heather and Cindy nod. The riddle that has appeared before you seems rather strange, but you are sure that with the scientific method and keeping a cool head you'll solve it. In the end, everything has an explanation.

-Let's start with the guy who was driving. What about him?-.

-Uhm... I'm not sure, I mean, he left quite immediately.-.

-Yeah, Heather is right. Once we arrived, Kim had no use for him anymore so she cooled him down and sent him away.-.

-That's really...- "Kim being herself", you don't need to say loudly.

-But anyway, it's a try. He's your friend, what's his name?-.

Cindy winces at your and Heather's expectant looks, and she opens and closes her mouth a few times.

-...Bill? Or, or Biff. Something starting with "B" for sure.-.

---

Another fifteen minutes later

-My name is Ben.- The skinny guy blurts out, and for the third time in a row, he attempts to close his door in your face. Behind you, Cindy indulges in a little "hurray", while you manage to stop him again. Luckily she at least remembered the address: "It's this one, 90% sure. 80. 85, an abundant 85.".

-Wait wait, please Ben just another minute!-.

-Why?-.

-I know that my cousin may be a bit, ehm, rough, but we are really worried about her.- You try to reason: -So if you know anything that can help us...-.

-Are you accusing me of something?-.

-No! No, of course not! Just... please? Can you help us?- You sketch a smile and sensually move a lock of hair behind your ears. Heather and Cindy, catching the signal, beam the same.

Ben's eyes dart between you for some seconds, then: -Fine, what do you need?-.

-Just tell us if you noticed something weird with Kim or Tina. I don't know, they said something in your car...-.

-Nope. Listen girl, I don't know what your friends told you, but your cousin Kim barely talked with me for the entire trip, and the dumber one was busy flirting with your companion here. After that, they dropped me out without even a thank. I mean, come on, I'm not a fucking cabman! I deserved at least a blowjob from one of you!- He ends up addressing Cindy and Heather.

-Oh, uh, well we can arrange something if...- Mutters the first.

-I-I'm sorry, I just don't swing that way...- Says contemporarily the second.

Ben rolls his eyes and finally slams the door. You close yours and take a deep breath.

-Ok, you were right, red herring.- You sadly admit while walking back to your car: -Where did he drop you?-.

-If I remember correctly that house party...-.

-No Cindy, that was after the concert in the disco...-.

-Yes, but before we were...-.

Their faces light up and they exclaim together: -Catty's!-.

-Catty's?- You repeat perplexed. You've never heard of it.

-Yeah, it's a new place and Kim wanted...-.

-No, it was Tina that suggested it and then Kim had said that...-.

-Girls, focus on the important things! Where is this local?-.

---

Saturday evening, 20:25

The posse of the four lovely girls advances quickly on the sidewalk, making their way among the various pedestrians who, accordingly to their schedule, are already enjoying their night out, sporting red blushing on their cheeks, or they're only ready to do that, moving with eager steps towards undefined destinations. Not a few of them stop to take a look at such beautiful specimens that are passing by; and, of course, there are also boring people who are just going back home or living their dull life. But, differently from any of them, the four ladies have a more precise destination than simple "partying somewhere and binge drinking", and it happens to be just around the corner.

-Weren't we too rude to that boy?- Asks a concerned Heather, the most backward of them. Kim, who's leading, doesn't retain her scruple being worthy of the time to turn around, and so she keeps walking when answering.

-Nope. I recognized him, Krissy dated that fucker. She said that he's all babbling and poor substance, the worst sex of her life: a jerk that cums easily and then says to friends that he makes girls beg in bed. Only a low-grade slut with enormous self-estimation problems would even simply hang out with him. Plus... well, trust me, I made all of you a favor.-.

-But-oh! Hey, Cindy, are you ok?- Heather detaches her friend who, having abruptly stopped, has caused their bump.

-Yes, yes, I'm sorry. I stumbled over something.-.

-Well, we can stop thinking about that guy! Here's the place!- Tina rejoices, raising her hands. The pink oval sign with the neon mark "Catty's" and a cat drawn alongside it overlooks an equally eye-catching venue, being twice as wide as the previous ones and with the sidewalk in front of luxurious black color, an indication of a recent cementing, covered by a red carpet. Indeed, there is a steady stream of people entering and exiting the building. A waitress with the club uniform is politely welcoming the customers, a bright smile on her pretty face.

-I'm so excited! Let's go in!- Tina takes the lead and slings in, followed by Cindy and Heather. Only Kim hesitates for a bit.

-I hate cats...- She groans.

---

Monday afternoon, 15:30

-Greetings human masters-nya! What can I bring you-nya?- A very young girl wearing a French waitress gown but with a bright pink wig and two cat ears on her head has stopped in front of your table, holding a notebook for your orders.

-...a coffee would be great.- You answer after recovering from the surprise. Cindy and Heather make similar requests, and the waitress is dismissed.

You had no idea that a cat maid cafe had opened in town, and you've never tried to go into such a place even if Tom has always wished to. Well, it's more or less like he imagined. The large place is filled with tables for four people and is entirely decored in a fairytale and childish style, and obviously with a cat theme: napkin holders with feline silhouettes, tapered cups with an engraved face; and also on the walls and ceiling, decorations and images of cats. Even the notebook of the waitress, from the brief glimpse you had, had the graphic of a feline on the cover.

-Tina was so enthusiastic!- Heather grins at the memory, then saddens a bit: -I mean, not like today's enthusiasm.-.

-Hey, don't worry, we will solve this.- You reassure her. Seeing such a dismal pout on her face, it makes you want to cuddle her, just like a kitten.

-So, what have you talked about?-.

The two girls strive to remember, and suddenly Heather becomes quite red.

-Uh, first we gabbed a bit- Cindy answers in her place: -and then...-.

---

Saturday evening, 20:38

-Nya! May I take your order, masters?- The waitress exclaims with a bright face.

-Nya! Milkshakes for everyone!- Tina echoes her. Kim hides her face in shame, while Cindy and Heather simply chuckle.

-Why have I agreed to this?- The eldest Harris sister complains after the neko-girl has left.

-Because it's sooo fun to pretend to be cats! Speaking of which, tell me Cindy, how big is the biggest fish you've ever caught?-.

Cindy looks puzzled at the question, before decrypting it thanks to the devious smirk on Tina's face.

-My God 'sis, what is wrong with you?- Kim snaps.

-What? I thought girls chatted during these occasions!-.

-Yeah, but not about... dicks.- Kim lowers her voice, not to be heard by anyone. Tina still seems perplexed, not understanding why one of the greatest Nature's inventions should be taboo, especially between them. Cindy, in the meantime, has straightened her indexes and has placed them at a distance that could include approximately a banana, or something less.

-Really? I thought longer.-.

-Longer? Oh, wait, this was the circumference. Three, four times that-.

-WHAT??- When Tina's voice is raised, all those present turns to the girls. Heather makes her sit again and Kim shakes disconsolate her head.

-Shit, you have to introduce me to him!-.

-Sure, he was my... uhm, he was... well, what about yours?-.

-Diameter? Like- Her span is not quite long, but not that much far: -And length like- she departs her fingers of some centimeters more.

-And you Kim?- Cindy dares to ask. Kim's conceited glare tells more than the answer she would have given instead.

-...Heather?-.

The last girl winces, surprised to have been included in the count.

-N-No, I haven't...-.

-Really? You're still a virgin?-.

Heather turns red, while Tina feels compelled to rescue her friend: -She's not a virgin! We did it together, me and her!-.

-For fuck sake, don't scream!- Kim scolds her.

-Uh, yes, but I meant... the old stuff way.- Cindy finds this periphrasis after some hesitance.

-It's just... H-Heather was a lesbian and Tom a straight male, s-so I've never...-.

The 21 years old babe, however, doesn't intend to let the discussion drop, and Tina begins to feel irritated by that.

-But aren't you curious? Maybe if you try you'd like it.-.

-Hey! This is pretty bigot to say!-.

-No, I was simply noting that... ok, sorry if I've been indiscreet.-.

Heather shakes her head, her brunette mane floating like flaps of a skirt.

-Don't worry.-.

The atmosphere seems to have become tense, but right then a familiar cat-eared silhouette returns with a full tray.

-Nya! Here's your milkshake masters!-.

---

Monday afternoon, 15:36

-Here's your coffees, masters-nya!-.

The waitress's arrival interrupts the report, which is again delayed by Cindy as you're alone again.

-I'm sorry Heath, that wasn't cool from me to say.-.

-You were just...- Just what? Even her reassuring nature is struggling with the knowledge that Cindy has simply been inopportune.

-You had your sense. In fact...-.

You frown at her renewed discomfort, knowing that an explanation is ready to come.

---

Saturday evening, 21:47

-Oww! So cute!!!-.

Tina is admiring ecstatic the handful of adorable kitties wandering around inside the fence, where their bunks alongside lots of cushions and cat toys have been placed.

-Look, Heather! Here it says that they leave them free to roam around the club! Oh, I'd love to stay here and see it! Hey, you alright?-.

Once the bill has been paid, Cindy and Kim have exited, the second of them invoking a nervous breakdown for all those cats, while Tina has insisted to remain in for some minutes more since "she loves pussies". Obviously, Heather is with her, yet she's clearly lost in thoughts.

-Yes. I was just thinking about before.-.

Tina snorts annoyed, but Heather is ready to explain herself: -I mean, she wasn't entirely wrong. Tina, you love those, erm, those things, it's no secret! And the others, they do it too! So I was thinking that maybe I should give them a try.-.

-But you don't have to feel **** just because of us.- Tina points out.

-I'm not. Really, I'm curious; even only to, you know, exclude them once and for all. It's just, uh, I'm not sure I can do it.-.

The blondie hums thoughtful, rubbing her chin.

-Maybe I can help you with that. I think I can share some of my sexual orientation with you, enough to give you the right... push. But promise me that you won't push yourself where you don't want to. And if anyone gets strange ideas, let me know, and we'll see how long they last!-.

-Yes, I promise, Tina. I know that you're always there for me. Then... l-let's do this.- Heather offers her hands, which are cupped by her friend's. After a moment of concentration, she shudders and lowers them.

-Has it worked?-.

-I guess?- Right then, Cindy comes to call them, since according to Kim they have apparently spent too longer than expected in that place; therefore, they followed her outside and they have to postpone further discussions.

---

Monday afternoon, 15:48

-Up to now, everything seems normal.- You constate while you're exiting Catty's. Cindy and Heather nod, and you unlock your car. But, as you open the door...

-Surprise!-.

-Ahh!!!- You're thrown back as a blonde-haired mass leaps at you, wriggling and wrapping around your chest. Only with your friends' help you avoid falling.

-T-Tina, did you follow us here?-.

-Aye!-.

-By walking?- Cindy adds.

-Aye! Cousin, let's play children conceiving! I'm the conceiving and you the conceiver!-.

-Y-Yes, of course, but first let's get in... girls, help me!-.

You manage to push her onto the back seat, where Heather offers to seat too. Cindy takes the shotgun but is transfixed by the show behind her, with Tina trying to **** Heather being restricted only by the belt, and her coping with the duty to calm her down.

-Bestie! Bestie bestie, we are friends right?-.

Heather gives you a "I can handle this" look, and you hit the gas.

-Cindy? Cindy, snap out! Where to now?-.

-Uh! Yes, erm, next there was...-.

---

Saturday night, 22:30

-Now we're talking!- Kim exclaims with a smile plastered on her face, admiring the dance club in front of her in all its overabundantly illuminated splendor. Tina is much less happy.

-Uff, I wanted to play with those cats!-.

-And look at the queue.- Heather comments, pointing to the myriad of people waiting to enter. Kim, however, is everything but worried.

-Tsch! Those are poor peasants, we are VIPs my bitches.- She leads the others along the VIP entrance corridor, this one completely clear, attracting the resentful glances of the "poor peasants" in line. When the bouncer steps in front of them, Kim whispers something in his ear, and he immediately steps aside.

-Gosh, I love these powers.- Cindy chuckles, followed by a renewed cheerful Tina. Only Heather hesitates for a moment, looking guiltily at the bypassed people, but is then dragged in.

Kim takes her time to admire the tide of convulsing bodies filling the local, feeling the thrill of excitement run down her spine. Yes, this is her environment. She then turns to the others: -I'll see you on the dance floor!- and throws herself in.

-Hey, that's my ex! Harold!- Cindy says as she notices an average-looking dude talking with his pals.

Heather and Tina remain alone and the second addresses the first, who is looking around in uncertainty.

-Ok girl, now I'll teach you how to be a slut!-.

---

Monday afternoon, 15:54

-...then my memories become quite foggy. Let's hope that the place unlocks something.-.

The car is creaking under the tugs of Tina, who is kissing Heather's neck in spite of her protests, which are however barely distinguishable between her giggles. Normally you would be moved from such a display of affection, but right now you are too worried about the strangeness of a story that, the more it goes on, the fewer answers it provides. So, it's with a bit of discouragement that you announce that you've arrived.

You dismount, leaving Tina in, but anyway you have immediately the impression that you won't stay there for long.

-Closed. Opens tomorrow evening.- You read on the main door. Plus, too many people around to slip in with your powers.

"Unless...".

You spit a piece of goo on your hand, you kneel down and you push it under the door. Cindy and Heather catch the hint and do the same. You now focus on the goo crawling on the floor, leaving your main Emily's body in stasis, and when adequately inside you reshape back into your Emily's form.

You scoop around. The place is desert, but it's already been cleaned and reordered: no track of the party of two days ago.

-Recalling anything?- You ask. Cindy and Heather start to wander in quandary, trying to retrace their steps.

-I've talked with Andrew for a bit.- Cindy begins. Wait, does she mean Harold?

-Drank too, and then...-.

-I, uh, I tried to flirt with a couple of guys.- Heather fits into her silence.

-But it wasn't working.-.

-What about Kim?- You question to press their memories.

-...the bathroom.- Heather answers: -I saw her in the bathroom. But why was I there?-.

-Not for the urge?- Cindy asks.

-No. And she was... angry. Why? Not with me. There was another person...-.

-Another person? Who?-.

You receive no answer.

-I haven't seen Kim for a while.- Cindy resumes. She then has some kind of epiphany.

-But I saw Tina. With Heather. She was right there, where you're standing now.- She points at you.

-Good. So, let's say I'm Tina and it's Saturday evening. We're partying, there are people dancing and drinking. Why do you want to talk to me? Did something happen? Are you happy or sad?-.

Cindy saunters over to you.

-Sad. I'm ****, because...- Her face breaks into discomfort, and then into tears. Before you can ask, she continues: -Edgar has dumped me!!!-.

---

Saturday night, 23:02

-Well??- Tina looks expectantly at Heather who, drink in her hand, quietly shakes her head. Music is blasting loud, so they have to scream even if they are a centimeter distant.

-Why?? You were talking with him, and he was really cute!-.

-I'm sorry! I don't know what happened! When I asked him to see us tomorrow in the parish he pulled back!-.

-What?? The par... Heather, come on! We're here to have fun, not for a lecture on religion!-.

-B-But it's important for me! Shouldn't I show them who I am? Or should I hide it?-.

-Yes!!! Wait, wait, no! Put the cross pendant around your neck and act like when I flirt with you! Boys don't like catechists, they like nuns! Now go, go!- She gently pushes her toward a group of guys chatting between themselves, even though between the bright flashes and the people passing you can't really confirm that they are attractive; but they seem so. However, she has no chance to see how it ends, since Cindy emerges from the crow, crying and sobbing.

-Cindy! What happened??-.

-T-Tina!!! I w-was talking with Henry w-when Edwin sent a text to me and he, he dumped me!!!- She abandons herself in her arms, burying her face in her shoulder. Taken a little off guard but genuinely sorry, Tina gently pats her back.

-Oh, Cindy! How could he??-.

...but who is Henry again?

Sob sob: -He discovered that I slept with Burt yesterday! But it's not my fault! I didn't remember I had a boyfriend!!!- sniff sniff: -I'm not a slut, right??-.

-Oh, no no no, don't even think about that! Cindy, you know that boys can be so stupid sometimes!- She consoles her, hugging her tightly but frowning in astonishment. And damn, she thinks, if even her is dumbfounded...

-Ehm, come on, let's sip something.-.

---

Monday afternoon, 16:02

-Edward broke my heart! Why was he so cruel? I thought he loved me!!!- Cindy whines, sniffling. Since you don't even know where to start to feel speechless, you just give her an empathic hug.

-After that- She prosecutes once calmed down: -I started getting drunk and I just remember that, at some point, we all got together to leave. And...- she scowls.

-Heather kissed me? I think. And I felt goo, like, going down my throat.-.

What? What's the meaning of this last part? You scan around to see where Heather went, and you find her in the bathroom. She's looking around in some sort of distress.

-Heather, are you sure this is the place?-.

-Yes. Why?-.

-Because it's the boys' room.- You answer pointing at the sign on the door. She frowns.

-Do you remember what happened when Kim arrived?-.

-...-.

---

Saturday night, 23:55

-No way dude, she was with me!-.

You subtly smirk, admiring from the distance the security which is intervening at the counter to separate the two young men who, at this point, are on the verge of a fight. You suck the straw of your glass, rethinking how easy it was to put them against each other: all you had to do was flirt with the first guy on the dance floor, promise him you'd be back with two full glasses, flirt with a random fellow positioned at the bar, and then, when that other guy came over to check where you were, make a little scene of the like: "hey, leave me alone!". Yep, good ol' "two-camps-lady" never fails.

You move a lock of hair behind your ear, a gesture you used a lot during this last half an hour, while the two suitors are escorted outside. Poor fuckers: they both thought they have hit the jackpot with you, and now they'll have to go blank for the night, maybe jerking hard while cursing that beautiful brunette that has toyed with them, and yet unable not to fantasy about her.

Well, you can't help it. You love fooling males, and it's not your fault if they make it this funny and simple. When you're almost done with the cocktail, however, you hear a comment behind you that catches your attention.

-Bro, there's a chick blowing this guy in a bathroom stall! Man, she's so wasted, they're gonna do it raw!-.

You sigh and you move to the men's room. It takes you a moment to locate the cubicle in question, and you yank open the door.

-Ok Tina, time's up... HEATHER???-.

The girl in question pulls away from the cock she was sucking. Indeed, it's not your younger sister who, kneeled down on the floor, is staring at you in a drunken stupor, but her best friend. And, looking up at the man...

-You... you fucker!-.

---

Monday afternoon, 16:33

You knock on the door incessantly, and when you see that it doesn't work, you press and hold the bell. You won't get fined probably five times because of speeding and going through red lights just to be left dry right now. Eventually, Ben opens up, even more pissed off than before (and this before recognizing you).

-Oh shit, you again! What do you want??-.

Heather nervously hides her face, while you take him by the collar and spit on his face: -Tell me what happened Saturday night, you fucking pig!-.

-I told you, you psycho! They used me as a taxi!- In his intentions, this is his exit sentence, but he finds your grip stronger than he expected.

-Not that, later! In the bathroom!-.

An expression of realization lightens up his visage.

-Oh, that part! Well, you haven't asked me before about that!-.

-Spill the truth. Now!- You threaten, tugging him.

-Ok, ok, calm down! Well, I was minding my business in the club, trying to... you know, metabolize the trauma, when your friend here- He raises his hand toward Heather: -bumped into me. And well, I just underlined in her presence the bad joke your other friend here- he now points at Cindy: -has played on me, seducing me and then discharging me like that. And she was so kind to offer herself as a substitute, right sugar?-.

Heather turns around in shame, Cindy putting a hand on her shoulder. You grunt and lift him from the ground, and he starts to realize that you're not exactly the fragile wallflower he believed.

-And it is a coincidence that Heather remembers feeling weird while she was talking with you??-.

He falters for a second, but you give no sign of fatigue even if he weighs more than you.

-W-Well, I may have given her something to... relax a little. I mean, I just wanted to put herself at ease.-.

-You **** her!!!-.

-No!-.

You tighten your grip.

-...well, from a purely technical point of view, yes, I did.-.

---

Sunday morning, 00:01

-Hiiii Kiiiim, dddddddo you want to jjjjjoin us?- Heather blurts, now sitting on the floor.

-You son of a bitch, what have you done to her??- Kim roars. Ben zips up his trousers, grinning like an idiot.

-Nothing she didn't want.-.

-It's tttttrueeeee.- Heather giggles like a child, shocking Kim even more: -He was jjjjjjust teaching meeee!-.

-Oh my God, let me help you.- Kim aids her to get up, but Heather staggers and giggles like she's drunk like a skunk. Kim looks at her reddened eyes and sniffs her breath. It's not that intoxicated.

-You **** her!-.

-Me? No! Maybe?- Ben swiftly searches for an escape, but Kim and Heather are blocking the only way out of the stall. Therefore, he can just stand still as Kim covers the distance between them and kicks him in the family jewels. His eyes pop out of their sockets and he kneels down, emitting a sound halfway between a regurgitation and an exhalation.

-Krissy told me you were an asshole, you need to **** them to make them have sex with you, right?-.

Constating that he's now lying on the floor, she realizes it's no use to continue and turns to her friend who's randomly teetering out of the booth.

-Hey, wait!- She blocks her by the shoulders: -Slow down, how do you feel?-.

-I feel... ihihih! Thrilling!-.

-Heath, you need to go back home.-.

-Wuuuuat? Nnnnnoooo!- Heather moans with her head dangling: -I'm having soooo much fuuun!-.

-Heather, you...- Kim's protests are abruptly interrupted when her lips are covered by Heather's, and her throat is flooded by a sticky goo pouring from her mouth. She pulls her away, but her head begins to spin and a tingling sensation spreads over her body.

-L-Let's find the others.- She says, grabbing Heather's hand and dragging her outside the restroom.

---

Monday afternoon, 16:40

-And that's all! I swear!-.

Ben is now panicking, since no ordinary human can keep him like this for that long. Plus, he continuously peeks at a point in the garden, like expecting something to happen. A quick check informs you that he's staring at a kennel, but it looks empty.

-Leave me or I'll call the police!-.

-Yeah? Who's your lawyer? Mine is Trish Martinez, ever heard of her?-.

By the look on his face, he does. You eventually put him down, but he has no time to rejoice as you smash his balls like your cousin has done, if not even stronger. He almost pukes from the blow and collapses on the ground, holding in pain his broken manhood.

-So good luck explaining why your testicles are up in your stomach. ****.- You spit, and all three go back to the car. Heather has recovered a bit, but still looks miserable.

"Take advantage of her good heart...!!! He better hope that he never meets me again!".

"Anyhow, that explains the memory gap, and based on what Cindy said they probably have shared highness each other through the goo. But only two of them are still acting strange! ...We're getting closer, I feel it!".

You instead have reached your car, where Tina is still squirming to exit. Actually, when you arrived she started wiggling even more; but suddenly her face contracts in anger, staring at something behind you.

-Uh? OHGOD!!!- For the second time in a day, you almost have a heart attack of the unexpected appearance of your cousin Kim, still that dissociated look in her eyes.

-Kim, is that true? We've been ****?- Cindy asks, obtaining only a cold glare from her. She then surpasses you silently, opening the door next to the driver and sitting there. You have the sensation that you won't unpin her that easily.

-...I guess we're taking her too.-.

Some minutes later, you're driving to the next destination, and probably the last one: a mansion of some rich stud, who two days ago set a big house party. Apparently, Kim had chosen it since the beginning as the last place after the disco, and in their intoxicated state they must have decided not to hold back. You hope.

Kim herself is sitting next to you, mute as a rock. Instead, behind, Tina is harassing the depressed Heather, while Cindy is merely mulling over something.

-Heather! Heather! Why are you sad? Do you want to play?-.

-It's nothing, Tina, really.-.

-Ohhh... I don't want you to be sad! I'm sad too now! Can we be happy instead? Heather, Heather, let's be happy together!-.

A timid smile ripples her blue expression, yielding under the insistence and the rubbing cheek-to-cheek of her best friend.

-Yes... I'd love to, Tina.-.

-Yay!!!-.

You finally reach the gates of the manor, who of course are closed.

-We do as before?- Cindy asks. You notice a guard standing nearby, and prepare a little piece of goo.

-First, let's try something else.-.

Once pulled up, you open the finer and throw the red spit, that hits his nose and crawls up. The energumen shivers and then falls into your control.

-Hello there, can we go in?-.

The man peers at you from behind his eyeglasses, and his answer troubles you.

-What do you mean, "they are wanted"?-.

-Your friends are suspected to have freed the collection of birds of my employers. Please, wait there while I alert them.-.

-No! Don't do that!- He stops and you turn to the only two occupants of your car who can give you an explanation. Except that, they apparently can't, having no clue what he's talking about. Surprisingly, instead, the answers come from the girl between them.

-Uhh! Yes, I remember birdies!!!-.

-What? Really? What happened?-.

---

Sunday morning, 00:48

Kim, Tina, Heather and Cindy gathered in a corner, not too different from the many other small groups scattered around the house, having subtracted a bottle from a table and chasing away whoever steps too close.

-Ahahah! Look at that... dork!- Kim bursts out in laughs, referring to the last unfortunate guy who has just been badly sent away.

-He said, "hello girls are you alone?"- She says lowering her voice to parrot him: -Ahahah! He just wanted to feel my boobies!-.

-Your boobies? Sis, he wanted to feel MY boobies!- Tina shakes her chest, making her prosperous tits bounce.

-Brrr! I feel so giddy! Look, look!- Cindy pats her own arm, whose skin turns to red jelly for the time of the contact.

-Ooohh!-.

-May I try?-.

-Girls, girls, listen up!- Heather exclaims: -This guy holds many beautiful birds in cages on the other side of the villa!-.

A chorus of displeasure hovers from the trio.

-How do you know it?-.

-You know this guy?-.

-You blew him?-.

-Giiirls!!!- She stamps her feet in annoyance: -We have to help those poor animals!-.

A moment of silence, then a common: -Yes!!!-.

With their powers and their aptitude for diversions, it's indeed quite easy to introduce themselves in the large hall filled with cages.

-Uhh!!! Look, look, a chicken!- Tina points at a colored bird with a big and curved beak, who is peacefully sleeping like the rest of the specimens.

-That's not a chicken, dummy!- Heather scolds her: -It's the one of the pirates! It's a... a shark!-.

-Ohh! A shark! You're so clever Heather!-.

-Girls, we have a mission!- Kim recaptures their attention: -A-m-i-s...uh... let's free them!-.

-Aye!-.

Five minutes later, the girls kick open the party room door and a flock of feathered animals storms over the place, sowing panic among revelers who flee away.

-Ahahah! Fly, fly away you free spirits!- Cindy stretches wide her arms, but then something hits her nape.

-Ouch! Oh nose! Tweety Pie!- She collects the poor canary from the floor, but then Kim nudges her pointing at a pair of gorillas coming their way.

-Uh uh, girls, time to go!!!-.

---

Monday afternoon, 16:50

-...and so we run away and then we... uh... I don't remember actually.- Tina ends her story, looking at Heather as to expect compliments for her memory. Instead, both her and Cindy are in shock, staring at the void before them.

You, in the meanwhile, have decided it was time to bring Kim and Tina back home, but it's more an excuse not to think about all the chaos unveiled during these last two hours. You begin to feel ashamed of your previous arrogance, when you thought it would be like playing detective; and now, everyone expects the solution from you, but every step forward seems to be back to square one instead! "Getting closer", what a crap!

-Girls...- You say ruefully: -I really don't-Hey, be careful!!!- Kim has suddenly agitated, having turned toward the backseat and arousing Tina's anger again. The two jump towards each other, one growling and the other hissing, held in place by their seat belts, but as they do so the car starts to wince and Kim bumps against you several times.

-Stop it already!!! Why are you behaving like dog and ca-

SCREEEEEEECH

You all are thrown forward and then fall back, slamming into the seats. The maneuver stuns Kim and Tina, while Cindy and Heather peep in between the seats, worried about the rash braking.

-What happened? We had a crash?-.

-I get it.- You murmur, staring at the empty road outside the windscreen.

-I know what's going on!-.

Without giving them any other explanations, you hit the ground running.

---

Finally, ten minutes later

All five of them are sitting on the couch. Kim and Tina at opposite ends, still glaring at each other; Aunt Jess in the middle, a dumb grin on her plain face, and Heather and Cindy next to their respective friend. Tom was so tired that, as soon as you told him you would have solved this, he went up to his room. You put your hands on your hips, smiling smugly.

-Now I will explain to you all the truth that I was able to reconstruct with my brilliant detective skills.- You announce with drama, actually gaining only Heather and Cindy's attention.

-But first, as a confirmation! Kim, take this!- You create a wool ball in your hand and throw it at your cousin. Kim's eyes shine like Christmas lights as she catches it and begins biting and toying with it, leaving Cindy and Heather agape.

-Oh my God! Is she behaving like... a cat??-.

-But then...- Heather turns towards Tina, who tilts her head and sticks out her tongue.

-I don't understand!-.

-Well, it wasn't easy to sort out.- You cross your arms upon your chest.

-Therefore, let's summarize. Friday evening...- You stop; perhaps it's not the case to brag that much.

-Well, Kim had a plan for the night, minute-by-minute timed. But thanks to Ben's intervention, the house party ended up sooner than expected, and so you found yourselves drunk, high and without anything to do. So, one of you must have thought...-.

---

Sunday morning, 00:57

-Hey girls!- Exclaims Kim, now at a safe distance from the villa.

-What?- They ask.

-Why don't we steal a car and Cindy brings us to that loser's house, and we make him pay for what he did to Heather?-.

-Uuhhhh... yeah!!!-.

---

-...and once there, you weren't sure what to do, but you noticed one detail in his garden...-.

---

Sunday morning, 01:11

-Girls! Look at that! Let's take his dog!-.

-Yes!!!-.

---

-...but even after the ****, you still had time...-.

---

Sunday morning, 01:21

-Go go go!!!- They throw themselves and the stunned dog in, and Cindy hits the gas.

-In your face, deepshit! So you learn to cum that soon!!!- Taunts the driver.

-Oohh!- Rises from the rear seats, followed by laughs.

-I knew it!!!-.

-Cindy, you're a whoooore!!!-.

-Shhhut up, you lizzie slut!-.

-Aww! But I wanted to kiss you!-.

-Aww! Me too!-.

-Girls, girls, can we go back to Catty's?-.

-Bleagh! Tina, I hate cats!-.

-Nah, you don't!-.

-...Nah, I don't! Eheheh!-.

---

-...thus you sneak in and spend, let's say, the last half an hour you had.- You're a bit shoot blindly with time, but Heather and Cindy are literally hanging from your lips, and it's not that important.

-And when the time was up and Aunt Jessica arrived, well, you got a stowaway on board.-.

---

Sunday morning, 2:05

Jessica Harris dismounts from her car, looking bewildered at the four girls who are currently exiting a club that looks like it has been closed for hours. Plus, they're lolling and chatting like heavily ****, and Tina is holding a sleeping dog in her hands.

-Girls? How much have you drunk?-.

-Pff! Not so much, Mom!- Kim titters, faking to act dumb.

-We'll talk about that later.- Sighs Jessica: -Now come on, let's go back home.-.

The four scurry inside, not noticing a cat creeping in between their legs.

-Why do you have a dog with you?- Mrs. Harris questions Heather, sitting shotgun; but even she is in that altered state.

-Noooot just a dooog, we have also a hawwwk!-.

Out of the corner of her eye, Jessica sees that Cindy is holding some yellow puff, while Kim is lifting her legs in disgust complaining about a cat being there. However, she decides she'll deal with all those animals the day later, and drives to Cindy's.

---

-Ok, I may remember some pets, now that you say it.- Cindy admits unsure: -But where are they? Why are they important?-.

-They are important because of where they are.- You answer cryptically, then gesturing at the couch: -Don't you see it, Cindy? Then, imagine this scene: you and Heater are safe at home, with a good night of sleep you'll wake up fresh and refreshed; but while Aunt Jess is driving with her two hyped daughters and three animals in her car, something happens; I don't know, the dog wakes up suddenly for example, or someone crosses the road in the dark. Aunt Jess hits the brakes as I did before, and the pets collide, each with one of them. From what I understood, whatever **** Ben used has made your bodies more malleable, and so it's like, uhm, a fly splashing in a jar of honey.-.

-And no fly can free himself from a jar without someone helping him.-.

-Wait!- They both jump up, now fully realizing what you were suggesting all this time.

-Are you saying that there's an animal inside of them?-.

You nod.

-A cat.- You point at Kim, still playing heedless of everything: -A dog.- Tina, who has just taken a glimpse of her blonde locks and is now spinning around, as to get them: -And last... auntie, may I put my hands inside of you?-.

-♪ Ah-ah-ah, sure honey! ♪- She (literally) chirps. You cautiously sink your hands into her chest, moving them around until you feel something dense, which you extract.

-...a canary.-.

The little bird pipes up his head and takes flight. Cindy and Heather are staring at it as they would do with a UFO. Aunt Jess, instead, shakes her head, groaning. Finally, you feel like you're holding a trophy more than a confused bird.

-Well girls, do you help me with the other two?-.

---

Epilogue, Monday afternoon, 17:30

-Tea is ready.- You announce, bringing the cups to your cousins who actually look like they need something much more intense. Nonetheless, they mutter thanks, before slamming their foreheads onto the table in a hoarse gasp.

-You were right, Emily dear.- Aunt Jess takes her cup. She's handling it a little better, but she's clearly tested too.

-They tackled me from behind and kissed me while I was driving, and they puked something in my mouth. Then I felt like my mind had been blown away, and something hit me.-.

A smile of triumph lifts the corner of your lips; you hide it, however, especially when you turn to a mortified Heather, who is being consoled by Cindy in a corner of the kitchen.

-It's all my fault!-.

-No, Heather, it's all fault of that pervert Bob!-.

-Argh!- Kim groans from the table: -My reputation is ruined! I hate cats!!!-.

-Urgh... oh oh, I think I've pissed on my bed...- Moans Tina.

-Well, my work here is done!- You declare in resolution, even though no one is really listening to you. But you feel proud of yourself enough for everyone in the room.

-Thank you, Emily. Now excuse me, I have to check on Robert and his parents. Damn, I think I stole his mother's hat.- Your aunt gets up and marches out of the room, but stops right before that.

-Oh, and girls, you two are grounded.-.

-What???- They raise their heads in unison, making you laugh. They may be different like day and night, yet they can be pretty similar under the right circumstances!

Well, maybe it has to do with the fact that you are all the same person, deep down. Anyway, you turn to the two companions of this mad adventure, finding them no different from seconds ago.

-...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have insisted at Catty's! It's my fault, not yours!- Cindy is protesting. Heather shakes her head in reassurance, but they both still evidently feel guilty to certain degrees.

-Come on, girls, cheer up! If I'm not mistaken, we agreed on a happy hour for today, and it's not dinner time yet. So...- You offer them your arms, folded like a goose wing.

-...shall we go?-.

They are perplexed at first; then, they look at each other, shrug, and accept your offer. All together, you three get out of your cousins' house, aiming for the nearest bar.

All that investigating has made you thirsty; and, in the end, it's still a nice, warm day.