Bonnie's split caused the Holy Pole to malfunction

Behind Broomie, Bonnie had made it all the way to near the top of the pole. It was very tall, actually taller than most stripper poles running from stage to ceiling, so she had really accomplished quite a feat. Enjoying the breeze against her the sweating of her hot, freckled flesh, the lady put on a chipper smile and shielded her eyes from the sunlight. It was a beautiful day... maybe that was a sign that Geod was pleased?

At any rate, her work wasn't done yet. Now it was time for the most embarrassing part of all... the splits. The other girls had stopped watching her. Maybe she could get them over with without anyone noticing? Or would they chastise her again? Would Broomi swat her bum again...? "That daughter of mine is really naughty..." she spoke to herself, still glowing red at the memory of Broomi's mischief.

Deciding there was no time like the pleasant, the widowed Miss Jean-Bromide spun so that her pigtails faced towards the ground and lifted her legs above her plump, curvy legs above her like a gymnast might raise their slender ones. With her toes pointed, she gradually parted her legs, feeling herself becoming aroused at this outlandish show of public eroticism. Well, not public... the pole was still doing its magic trick... but still, Geod could surely see. If he really was in heaven, Geod was watching her present her pussy and asshole to him now, as she parted her legs and presented herself to the pretty morning sky. "I wonder if... this is too much?" she thought to herself in a breathy voice, finding that the exertion was beginning to take it out of her.

As she worried about that aspect, she suddenly felt a throbbing in her foot. "Ow!" Then, she noticed something worse. "Oh my Geod, Broomi, look oooout!" she cried.

At the last second, the daughter jumped forward, running into Clara so that they ended up with their bodies pressed together... more accurately, her face was buried in the high priestess' enormous bosom. Rather than worrying about that, she thanked Geod she'd dodged in time. The angelic bust that had topped the pole landed with a thud in the garden from where her mother had kicked it off its perch. With the depicted man's nose half-buried in mud, the visible eye that watched her seemed somehow disapproving. "Are you alright, Mom?"

"I'm alright, Sweetie!" Bonnie called from high in the air.

"Phew... I guess we're all safe then," Broomi sighed.

"None of us are safe! Quickly, Broomi, run inside the house!" the priestess panicked, practically shoving Broomi away. "I'll help Bonnie!"

"What? What?!" Broomi complained, stepping back towards the pole. "What's happening?"

"Th-The illusion... it's..." Clara gasped, feeling her lips tremble. Without that bust topping the pole, the small area-of-effect illusion prayer was surely fading. It was a miracle the drill inside the earth was still keeping it upright. Clara hugged the pole, intending to help support it. "Bonnie! You have to come down!!" As she cried that, Broomi ran to the other side, supporting that side with her inconsiderable weight.

"What's happening?!" the woman cried, abandoning her split pose to wrap around the pole as tightly as she could manage. She didn't understand the loss of the illusion, but no one could mistake the feeling of the pole starting to shift.

"The illusion is wearing off!" Clara explained urgently, noting her own state of dress and growing red-faced. The position the Jean-Bromide family had been left in was much, much worse. It was pretty lucky that Broomi's brother, Brocken, was occupied somewhere... Clara hated to think how awkward it would be for him to have to face his sister and mother in such peril. At the same time... she also had to admit it would be pretty useful to have the strapping young man to help support this wavering pole. Neither she nor Broomi were strong enough to keep it upright!

And so...