And it's called black magic

“So what now?” Rose bit her lip as she contemplated what to do with her newly-enhanced assets. She couldn’t actually check herself out that well, but she figured she probably looked amazing with a bigger butt. Amazing enough that Morgana had been unable to resist her, at least. And that was something, wasn’t it?

…She may have been getting caught up in things.

Ella looked even more embarrassed than usual; she had practically shut down. And Morgana was sniffing herself over and over, worried that she suddenly had an “odor” of some kind.

This was not resolving the way Rose had hoped.

Aagh, stupid Dawn! Why did it have to be today of all days that you went on your date with Nick, huh!? Rose wanted to scream, but she held her tongue. She knew that Dawn deserved her time with Nick, and as much as she wanted to track the vet down and have her figure out what to do, she had to respect the privacy of the other women when they were on their dates.

After all- how would she like it if she was on a date with Nick, and someone came to her asking her for advice?

…Advice on what? Shut up! People respected Rose’s opinions on things!

“Aargh, what a mess!” The blonde groaned, mussing up her short hair in frustration, causing both of the withdrawn girls to jump. Temporarily shaken out of their individual pits of concern, Ella and Morgana both looked at Rose in surprise.

“Rose?” Morgana asked.

“What’s the matter?” Ella stammered, biting her lip.

“Nothing, it’s nothing,” Rose muttered, shaking her head. A bitter expression danced across her face for a second before she pushed it aside. “Look, I just…”

She took a deep breath and let out a long sigh.

“…This is going to go away, right?” She could almost see the emphasized curve of her butt if she turned around. “I mean, I definitely don’t mind having a little more back there, you know?” She cracked a grin and wiggled her eyebrows at a flustered Morgana. “But like… I prefer my usual look, you know?”

Morgana turned pale. She honestly had no idea.

“There has to be some way you could reverse it, right?” Ella was starting to panic. She hadn’t even thought of that, but Rose was completely right! What if she never went back to normal!? What if she had this huge butt for the rest of her life?! Or what if this warm feeling, this desire, what if she never went back to normal?!

…What if Cinder took over while she was experiencing these hot flashes? That thought right there was sobering enough to leave Ella petrified, and her eyes widened in fear as she contemplated just what her alter would do if she were aware of what had become of Ella’s body.

That needed to be prevented. This was no laughing matter!

“Maybe… maybe the third spell could do something!” Morgana flipped open the book again, **** for answers.

“No!” Ella let out a tiny cry and scurried behind her rock again. The last thing she wanted was to be involved with any other spells! She’d already been affected by two, and until she knew for sure they were going away, Morgana should keep that book as far away from her as possible!

Morgana herself wasn’t even fully convinced. She looked warily at Rose, trying to figure out what she should do. And Rose seemed a little shaken as well.

Both women shared a tense look, and for once, the two of them, who had very different perspectives and viewpoints on practically everything, were in mutual agreement.

This was risky. This was dangerous. To whit; this was not a good idea.

But Rose was the one who pushed forward, because her strength of will was simply that much more formidable than Morgana’s.

“We have to do it,” she said seriously. “That was the goal of today, right? To figure out what your spells do? Well, we’ve got two of them. The magic heat fire, and the peach aroma that makes our asses bigger. We might as well figure out what the last one does, right? That way, there won’t be any surprises.”

She sounded reasonable. Almost Dawn-like in her assessment of the situation! But Morgana would be far more reassured if Dawn herself had made that suggestion. She just wasn’t comfortable trusting Rose’s judgment, as mean as that might have been to think.

After all, the two of them barely interacted. They weren’t exactly close.

Rose doesn’t like me all that much, I don’t think. That was Morgana’s thoughts on the blonde, even though she wished that wasn’t the case.

“Rose…”

“What?” Rose flinched, getting slightly defensive. “You don’t think it’s a good idea, or something?”

Morgana winced. “No, I… I just wanted to say, um… you, you’re… well…”

She fumbled for words as she tried to express herself, but nothing was coming out all that clear. She looked tensely at the other woman, and then glanced down at the ground.

“…Thank you?”

Rose didn’t know how to respond to that for a second. She wasn’t used to being sincerely thanked by others.

“…Uh… what?”

Morgana timidly looked up at her. “For… for helping me out like this… with my magic. I know you’re doing it for ulterior motives… so you can use it yourself later… but it still means a lot to have your help, since… you don’t like me.”

“Oh, Morgana…” Rose’s voice softened and she scratched her head. “Who said I don’t like you?”

“Um… you did.”

“…Okay, but I say a lot of things!” Rose recalled several of her conversations with the goth in the past that weren’t the friendliest ever. It wasn’t really Morgana’s fault for thinking they didn’t have the best relationship. Still though… “Look, I mean, I’m a competitive girl, what are you going to do?” Rose shrugged. “I play to win, and that’s why I always come out on top!”

“But Mary is-”

“Shut up about Mary. Who has the most VP, again? That’s right, it’s me.”

“Okay…”

“Look, my point is that I’ve been a little… rough around the edges, I know. I haven’t exactly been the glamorous and sweet movie starlet I mean to be,” Rose said, tucking an errant strand of hair behind her ear and preening for Morgana’s gaze. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”

Morgana’s eyes widened in surprise and her mouth fell open. For a moment, any thoughts about the book, or her magic in general, completely disappeared.

…For Morgana, that was something to take note of.

“You… you want… to be my friend?” It almost didn’t sound real. Rose represented everything about other women that Morgana had come to despise as a result of her long and painful life in high school. She was blonde, snooty, self-important, and she tended to treat Morgana like she was less than dirt. Morgana would be quite happy to despise her, if not for all the times she’d seen Rose also be sweet, nice, and considerate.

It was a conundrum in her personality that left the goth girl stranded adrift, floating in the waves of confusion as she searched for some kind of signal what to do. But now all that confusion had been blown away by just the idea that Rose might be open to being friends with her- Something Morgana wanted quite a lot.

Not because Rose was special or anything. But Morgana wanted to be friends with everyone.

…

Why was it taking Rose so long to answer her question?

The blonde girl looked like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, and her eyes had a somewhat vacant stare in them.

She cleared her throat loudly.

“Um… friends. Well, let’s not… get ahead of ourselves or anything,” Rose said, clearing her throat. “It was a figure of speech, you know?”

Morgana’s face immediately fell. “So… you don’t want to be my friend?” Dreams of sleepovers and talking of boys (Nick, mainly) while braiding each other’s hair (Morgana’s, mainly) were immediately dashed.

“Urgh…” Rose felt a little queasy. She wasn’t very good at this sort of thing herself, after all!

“We don’t have to put labels on it or anything!” She said, blushing a little. Rose stubbornly pushed past her indecision and doubt with her usual brashness and placed her hands on her hips. She held her head up high. “I think we’re getting along just fine the way things are, why do we have to use words like ‘friends’ or anything like that, huh!?”

“Um… because words mean things?” Morgana was more confused than anything now. Did Rose want to be her friend or not?

“Yes! Words mean things! Like… um… what’s the word… …Harem, yes, that’s it! We’re in the same harem together!” Rose declared, dodging the issue of whether or not she and Morgana could actually be considered friends. That was a question she wasn’t entirely sure she knew the answer to at this point. “I’d say that means we’re quite close, don’t you?”

“Close… like friends?”

“Agh, stop it with the friends!” Rose grumbled. “Yes! Okay! Fine! We can be friends! Are you happy now?!”

“Really!?” Morgana’s face lit up. She clasped her hands together. “Oh, yay!”

“Uugh… don’t look at me like that…” Rose had to avert her eyes, overwhelmed by the beaming positivity radiating from the goth girl. Why was she so cheerful!? Why couldn’t she be more gloomy, like a goth was supposed to be!? …But then, she wouldn’t be Morgana then, would she?

“Listen, just because we’re friends or whatever, that’s nothing special,” Rose said, poking one of Morgana’s breasts. “We’re both members of Nick’s harem, so it stands to reason that we become friends! That’s it!”

Morgana’s face fell. “So… does that mean you don’t like me?”

Rose didn’t like the bluntness of the witch girl’s questions. It was like all the subtleties and nuance where the actress lived her life were being stripped away from her, and she was being **** to answer questions in a context she wasn’t comfortable with.

That was a good way of describing Rose’s entire experience with life, now that she thought about it.

“…I think we’re getting off-track!” Rose said, completely dodging the question with the subtlety of a hammer smashed through a brick window. “We need to focus on what we’re doing right now, you know? The magic? Your spells?”

“Oh gosh!” Morgana’s eyes practically jumped out of their sockets. “I totally forgot, oh no, you’re right! The spells, we need to find a way to reverse them! But we can’t use the third one, that would just make things even worse…”

“No, we should use that one,” Rose said, reminding Morgana why they had come here in the first place. “If we don’t learn more about your magic, then we won’t know the extent of your capabilities. So give it a try.”

Morgana looked doubtful. “Are you sure?” She asked hesitantly. “Because I don’t think…”

“It’s the best way to go about this,” Rose said firmly. She nodded and glanced over at Ella, who was still peeking out from behind the rock. She glared jealously at Morgana, almost like she was envious of the girl’s gushing about friendship, but if she was, she kept those feelings to herself. “…Ella, you’re gonna want to stay far back. You know, just to be safe.”

“Yeah,” Ella mumbled, rolling her eyes. “That was the plan.”

“Don’t you get all snooty with me,” Rose huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Whatever, it’s fine. Morgana?”

“Hmm?” Morgana had drifted back into la-la land, but Rose (her FRIEND!) had brought her back down. “What?”

“The third spell. Or, well, I guess it’s the first one? Do you want to try it out?” Rose was tacitly volunteering to be a test subject, and Morgana really appreciated it.

“Are you sure?” She asked, nervous about the possibilities that might transpire. But Rose looked prepared, at least.

“Yeah, go for it,” she said, shrugging. “I mean, if this stuff can’t be reversed, well, we’re going to have a whole mess of other problems anyway. And if it can, well, then no harm, no foul, right?”

“…You won’t get mad, though?” Morgana was still hesitant. “You’re not going to say you won’t be my friend or anything, right?”

“No, I won’t,” Rose groaned, rolling her eyes in exasperation. “Come on, hit me with it already!”

“R-right.” Morgana swallowed her doubts and opened to the page with the woman. Taking a deep breath, she placed her hand down on the picture, and it began to glow.

“Waaah!” As soon as the glowing stopped, Morgana felt a massive gust of wind run between her legs. Out of instinct, she dropped the book and reached down to cover a skirt that wasn’t there. She was wearing her usual set of black jeans, after all.

Rose wasn’t so lucky.

“Hey!” Turning red, Rose flung her hands down to keep her skirt from lifting up into the air, carried by the wind. For a moment she just thought it was a passing gust, but as her skirt hem continued to hover around her, she realized that this was something else entirely.

“The spell!” Morgana retrieved the book and opened it up again, looking at the picture of the woman in a fancy dress. “So that’s what it is!”

“What!?”

“You know how in like anime and stuff, there’s always that gust of wind that lifts up skirts so people can see panties?” Morgana asked.

“No, I don’t watch that stuff!” Rose said, shaking her head

Morgana’s mouth fell open. She couldn’t believe her best friend could betray her like this! It was like a stab in the heart.

“But… anime are so amazing…”

“Morgana! Get! To! The! Point!” Rose had a feeling she knew where Morgana was going with this “gust of wind” theory but the more time the goth girl spent defending the merits of a medium Rose couldn’t care less about, the less time she spent actually fixing the problem.

“…Right, um, so I think this spell creates wind around me, maybe,” Morgana said, observing the effects of Rose’s skirt fluttering in the breeze in spite of her attempts to keep it down. “So maybe that’s it.”

“Well in that case, I think I have an easy fix,” Rose said, walking away from the goth in an awkward bowlegged posture while keeping her hands pinned down to cover her crotch. Once she got about ten feet away from the other girl, her skirt fluttered back down.

Morgana’s eyes widened. “Hey! It worked!” She gasped, rushing over to Rose.

As soon as she got close, though, the wind picked back up again, and with it came Rose’s skirt. The blonde let out another cry and covered herself again.

“Hey! Don’t come over here!” Rose snapped.

Morgana looked like she was about to cry from the other girl’s harsh words. “B-but…”

“Your spell is creating wind around you, and it’s lifting up my skirt!” Rose explained, moving away from Morgana until her clothes could fix themselves again. “That’s what it is, right?”

Morgana nodded glumly. That had been her theory as well. “So then… I can’t go near you anymore?”

“Not while I’m wearing a skirt, you can.” Rose might have leggings on underneath, but she wanted to preserve her modesty all the same.

“Okay… yeah, you’re right,” Morgana admitted, hanging her head in resignation. “I’m sorry, Rose.”

Rose’s face softened. “Hey, I mean… we can still find out what’s going on and fix it, though, right?” No way was Dakota going to give Morgana irreversible spells. That would just not make any sense. “Ella? What do you think?”

Ella poked her head out from behind her rock, and took one look at Rose’s frantic attempts to cover herself.

She slowly shook her head.

“…I think I’m going to stay behind here,” she replied bluntly. The last thing she needed to do was show the rest of the island her newly-expanded assets. She tugged down on her skirt again, just to be safe.

Morgana looked like she was about to cry. This wasn’t like with the peach aroma, where the magic had already taken effect. This spell gave her friends an incentive to stay far away from her- and she didn’t like it one bit!

“Dakota!” She wailed. “Fix this! Pleeeeaaaase! You gotta!”

“Ugh, with the shouting…” As if on cue, Dakota popped up in the middle of the clearing, startling the three girls.

Thanks to her penchant for long dresses, she made sure to keep at least ten feet away from the goth witch. And she was wearing a nose plug to boot, showing just how aware she was of the effects of Morgana’s other spells.

Morgana looked at Dakota with wide eyes, and her lip quivered hopefully.

“Dakota… can you… can you fix this?” She begged. “Undo all these spells? Or at least the last one, if you can?”

“No, undo the previous one!” Rose grumbled, tugging at her skirt again. It had become tight again, even though the growing had stopped- whenever it settled down after she got out of range of Morgana’s wind, she was reminded of how uncomfortable it was to have it like this.

Meanwhile, Dakota was trying not to laugh.

“My apologies,” she said with a sneer, covering her mouth. “But it’s not like I can just snap my fingers and undo a spell, you know.”

“…Because they’re on a time deadline?” Morgana asked hopefully. “And they’ll wear off naturally?”

Dakota stared at Morgana.

“…Well, the wind one will die down at some point,” she said. “As for the other ones…”

“You mean I’m stuck with this!?” Rose gasped.

“What!?” Ella looked like she was about to cry.

“Don’t worry, all your spells have ways to reverse them,” Dakota assured the girls, wearing an amused sneer that said they had every reason to worry. “Morgana, if you want to stop smelling like peaches, you just need to take a shower.”

Morgana blinked. “…Oh, and that will undo it?”

“…Well, no,” Dakota admitted, shaking her head. “But it will stop it from working on other people.”

“How do we undo it then?” Rose demanded.

“And what about mine?” Ella was nearly in tears. “I’m so hot, I just…”

“Well, the third spell showed a house burning to the ground, right?” Dakota pointed out. “That should have been a pretty big hint.”

Ella’s eyes bulged out in fright. “But how-!?”

“How do you put out a burning building?” Dakota asked with a shrug. “You need to get it wet.”

Ella still didn’t fully understand- but she hoped she did. “You mean… I can fix this one with a shower, too?”

Dakota held her sides, and started to laugh. “Oh, yes, exactly!” She crowed. “A nice, long, cold shower. One that will get you all nice and wet.”

Ella had no sense for euphemisms, so she didn’t understand what Dakota was driving at.

Rose was happy to fill her in. “Masturbate, she means you need to masturbate.”

The latina’s jaw dropped and she stared at Rose in shock.

“WHAT?!”

“Not necessarily!” Dakota shook her head. “Just, you know, achieve release. That should quench her desires nicely.”

Ella felt the island spinning around her as she contemplated the meaning of Dakota’s words. Cinder was pushing even more insistently, her rage practically spilling out as the latina fumbled for her rubber-band.

“THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!”

But Ella’s dilemma went ignored by Rose. She had more important things to think about.

Like the spell affecting HER!

“How do I make my butt go back to normal!?” She demanded.

Dakota curled her lips up in an even wider smirk, and her golden eyes twinkled.

“I was hoping you would ask that.”