Twin tickle transports Susan till she wets herself

Susan's bedroom, as a Prefect in House Beavertail, is a monument to her devotions. The light wood paneling fairly glows with polishing and oil-rubbing. Her robes are hung just so in a little wardrobe, and her shoes, slippers, and bathing sandals are carefully arranged in cubbies underneath. Her study desk is carefully arranged, with books, papers, and implements just so.

Susan's magical worktable, by contrast, seems an afterthought. The magic circle inscribed upon the top is just a tiny bit off. There are grains of salt scattered on the surface, a carelessly incomplete tidy-up. While you're hardly the tightest-arsed witch about these things this feels sloppy. It grates on you. Never would have passed in Minerval. You're surprised to find it in Beavertail, the House of Diligence. Perhaps Susan has been just too busy to do it right. Yet she's clearly a prefect, and young for it, as a second-year. Perhaps they've had to fill an empty role, and Susan was the most willing? Sheepdog, that's the sort of Prefect she'd be. Right down among the incautious junior witches, cheering them on, seeing the best in them, shaking her untidy mane of brassy tresses out of her eyes.

There's a giggle that turns into a hiccoughing horselaugh. Tess has pounced and is tickling Prefect Quaffle into a frenzy.

"Stop, stop!" Susan cries out, but Tess is relentless. "Eeeheeheeheehee!" Susan giggles. "Oh! Miss Lectura! Stop, I'm going to wet myself!"

"Good," Tess says. "Come help, Fay."

You give Tess a wink, lick your lips, and raise your wand, tracing out a swirling little net, casting it over Susan Quaffle. You tug at the strands, catching Susan's aura, and flick up your wand in little jerks to pluck the taut magical strands. Tingles run back up your arm from the wand. You chuckle under your breath. Yes.

"Oh oh oh!" Susan cries out. "EeeheeheeHAHAHAHAHA!" Susan convulses, her arms flopping high while her feet beat a rapid tattoo on the floor. Tess wraps her arms tightly round, keeping Susan from falling arse over noggin to the floor. Susan shrieks with laughter, shaking in Tess' embrace. "Ooooh! OOOHHH! EEEEEEH!" she squeals.

You jiggle your wand, sending tremors through the insubstantial net that enwraps Susan. Her laughter rolls on, wild and maniacal. A dark blotch appears on the front of Susan's brown House Beavertail robe. A little puddle glistens on the polished wood floor, spreading from between her feet. Susan's face is flushed bright pink from brow to collar, and her ears are positively red.

Tess coughs. Susan flops about in Tess' arms, an electrified rag doll. "Now you've done it, Fay," Tess says, chuckling. "She's pissed herself. Do it more."

Susan gasps and squeals. "No-ooooh-oh! EeeheeheeheeheeheeAH!" With her height and erratic, jerky motions, she nearly pulls Tess off her feet.

"I think she's far enough gone," you tell Tess. "So. Safeword." With a twitch and a flourish of wand strokes, you banish the net of tingling strands that were heightening Susan's skin sensations. "Hands back, Tess." You hold your wand poised. When Tess opens her arms, you cast ECDYSIA, ending with an upward yank like a fishing rod. Susan's robe flips up from the bottom hem and peels itself up off her body, landing in a heap atop the little puddle. Another quick spell summons a warm, moist whirlwind that swirls away the droplets of urine clinging like dew to Susan's bush, and leaves a faint scent of flowers and summer rain.

Susan lets you and Tess guide her back to her bed to lie down, and let the two of you feast upon the glories of her trembling, naked person. After all the tickling, it's hardly a minute before Tess's kissing, sucking, and nipple-tweaking combine with your attentions to the soft wet lips between Susan's legs to bring Susan to a bellowing, hip-thrashing orgasm that culminates with a climactic thigh-lock snapping shut over your head and squeezing down hard over your ears.

A scene explodes into your mind as Susan grinds her hot, wet, swollen sex hard against your face with your head imprisoned between her clenched thighs.

Susan, is that really YOU?

On a 7-9, when you HAVE SEX with Tess and Susan, you have a fine time together. Gain +1 XP. Susan Quaffle gets infatuated with you. Gain Susan as a HANGER-ON. Use MIND MELD via your connection with Tess to discover a secret from Susan.

You have Ambition +2, Bravery -1, Cunning +2, Diligence +0, and 5 XP.
Your FRIEND is Morgan Woodbine, true love, subversively soppy romantic hedge-witch.

You know the Forbidden Spell, LUST.

Miss Hemstitch wants to talk with about your bold action to save Golondrina. Susan may insist on being present.

Describe what you learn about Susan Quaffle, the unaccountably sloppy witch and rather junior second-year Prefect in House Beavertail. Choose INDULGE, PUT OFF, or DISCOURAGE and roll +AMBITION at -1 (+1 total) to DEAL WITH YOUR HANGER-ON, then roll +DILIGENCE(+0) (modified by how you deal with Susan) to ENCOUNTER Miss Hemstitch, Tutor of House Beavertail, to discuss your actions to save Golondrina.