Isabelle Vargas-Holt, Discovering New Worlds

The night has turned crisp by the time you and Isabelle slip out of the rainbow coroneted barn, the sort of early Autumn evening that never comes around often enough. Your girlfriend's house is on a rather expansive stretch of land far from the lights of the city proper, allowing the stars to cast their light from a particularly inky black sky over a scene of tranquil countryside idyll. You want nothing more to build a bonfire, and then bang your hot girlfriend by that fire. A poet probably would have left that last part out of the description, but that's on poets, not you.

Isabelle's smiling at you, and even now that makes your innards threaten to become your outards. God, what this girl does to you. You've gained control over real-deal no joke magic, and you're still powerless before the realization that Isabelle is happy and you're the one who made her happy. Better tease her a little, or things are going to get sappy way too quick. "It's so nuts that an Ask Jeeves rip-off paid for all of this."

Your girlfriend gives you a poke in the shoulder, sticking her tongue out at you. "How was it a rip-off?"

"Well, one was a search engine where you asked a butler from a nerdy book to find you nude celebrity photos--"

Isabelle cuts in. "--And the other was a search engine where you asked a wizard from a nerdy book to find you nude celebrity photos. See? So different." You can't help laughing at that, Isabelle poking you again for good measure. "Dad framed a copy of himself on the cover of Wired? He was like a little older than us, and he's got this big floppy wizard's hat on, and he's just standing there with his arms crossed thinking he looks so cool. It's the worst and the best."

You release Isabelle's hand to leap forward in a impromptu twirl, throwing your arms out as you spin around giddily. "Behold! The Realm of the Wizard!"

Isabelle giggles at that, trying to swat at you as whirl away from her. "God, don't let him hear you call it that. He's absolutely still got that hat somewhere."

You do your best to halt your spin, realizing too late that the combination of momentum and your enormous boobs have essentially turned you into a human hammer throw. Your feet actually lift up off the ground for a second before you tumble to the ground, half grunting and half laughing hysterically as you tumble down the grassy incline of Isabelle's hilly estate. You catch a glimpse of Isabelle dropping to slide down after you, a vision in green and neon pink as she catches up speed to slam into you. The hurl-burly of giggling girl skids to a halt with her on top of you, hands locking your wrists to ground as the two of you pant for breath and grin at one another. At length, her cheeks begin to flush and her smile widens, the girl craning her head down whisper. "Got you."

Oh God you love it when she takes charge. You give her your most defiant look, shifting to rub your thigh between her legs as you whisper back. "Do you~?"

Isabelle growls low in her throat, trapping your questing leg between hers. "Shush now." You gasp as she pulls your arms above your head, pinning them there with one hand as she slinks down to kiss your neck, her other hand slowly tracing its way down the side of one quivering breast. Your nipples are almost painful they're so hard, pulsating angrily through the light material of your crop top. You writhe and squirm in her grasp, nearly breaking free only to gleefully relent when she gives you a commanding squeeze of her legs or nip of her teeth. Jesus, you've never had the shivers quite like this before.

....Actually wait, this isn't the right kind of shivers. "Uh, hey, Isabelle?"

"Shush." Your girlfriend gives another growl in response, mashing her hand onto your giant tit to squish it against your chest. You whimper in pleasure as your throbbing bud screams at you to just shut up and ignore the pins and needles running down your spine. It takes a will of goddamn iron, but you try again.

"Isabelle seriously, I think that--!!" That thought cuts off with a hiss as Isabelle catches your needy nipple between two fingers. Jesus Fucking Christ, you seriously regret now that you've never established a safe word. Oh, actually, there's a thought--"Um, safe word!"

Isabelle stares down at you a moment, breath shallow and cheeks still flushed with excitement. Then her eyes widen and she releases your arms, her thick eyebrows knitted with concern as she straightens up. "Omigod, I'm sorry; I just, I thought we were playing, and you liked it, and I just--"

You throw up your hands to quiet the stammering girl. "It's not that, it's...don't you feel that?"

The girl blinks, tilting her head to one side as she considers that. Then she suddenly shivers, clutching her arms as she furrows her brow. "Oh shit, yeah. I do." She frowns in concern, shifting her head to inspect your surroundings. "What do you think it..."

She trails off, looking as if she's spotted something. "Isabelle? What is it?" She quietly points, and you contort around to see what she's found. "Is it...behind the mushroom?"

"No, Ash, look."

She twirls her finger around, and you suddenly realize what she's showing you: it's not just one. When you came tumbling down the hill, you came to rest in the middle of a perfect circle of mushrooms. Fuck, there's that shiver again. "That feels so weird..."

Isabelle nods slowly, starting to lift up off of you. "Yeah...I think we'd better--"

Whatever Isabelle was going to suggest is lost to the vagaries of time, because in that moment two things happen. First, the rainbow aurora around the barn explodes in a light show of prismatic energy, the Saturday Night Ritual coming to its orgasmic crescendo. And second, you and Isabelle plummet through the door of keening opalescence that appears beneath you. Down and down you tumble through a sea of lightning hues and sentient color, too shocked to scream and too dazzled to shut your overloaded eyes. Down you tumble, until suddenly up you tumble, and then you tumble inwards for a while and eventually in directions you simply don't have the words to describe. You're so discombobulated that you don't realize you've actually stopped tumbling entirely until Isabelle grabs you by the shoulders and gives you a shake. "Ash! Jesus Christ, Ashley!"

You had no idea you'd closed your eyes, but when you **** them open they're heavy and gunky as if you've been in a particularly deep sleep. Isabelle is saying something else now, but you can't hear it as you let her help you wobble up to your feet. As you dazedly look around, your immediate and quite stupid thought is that the flowers are wrong. They're wrong! Flowers don't come in a green that vibrant, and they aren't supposed to be taller than a grown man. That's two ways those flowers are wrong. By now your brain has begun to catch up with its thoughts, and you boggle at the realization that you've left behind the Vargas-Holt compound and perhaps The Fucking Earth entirely, instead finding yourself in a old-growth forest so over grown that the tops of the trees are far beyond your sight. You swallow dryly, then glance Isabelle's way. "You see this too, right?"

Isabelle nods slowly. "Yeah...where are we?"

You shake your head, twisting around to take in more of your otherworldly surroundings. "I have no fucking idea. But wherever we are, we'd better..." You trail off, squinting at first in confusion, then in annoyed resignation as a new mystery reveals itself to you. "...Is that a fucking Taco Bell?"

Isabelle blinks, then follows your gaze. "...yes. That is a Taco Bell."