Elizabeth grabs her and they hide in a closet before being noticed!

(chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

Suddenly, Fuuka felt a strong hand clamp around her arm. Before she quite knew what was happening Elizabeth was pushing her into a large metal cabinet at the back of the room whose's door was fortunately ajar.

"Just what do you think your-" Fuuka was cut off by Elizabeth's lips on her own. Her surprise was muffled by Elizabeth's eager tongue, as both her hands were fully occupied with pleasuring herself downstairs.

"My apologies. Your spell has left me with fewer free hands than I am used." Elizabeth said, her face burning. "But we must avoid making ourselves known here. It would alter the course of events, and that...would have unpleasant consequences."

"I...You..." Fuuka said, flustered as hell. "Look here! I have your book! I'm the one-"

"Yes, you are very powerful and hold all my respect and fear. Now please do as I say so reality doesn't get jostled by a paradox!"

"I reversed time so that no one would remember me doing this! You can't make me relive it!" Fuuka snapped.

"I was going to remove their memories of the event! YOU are the one who interfered and used my book without knowing how to do it properly!" Elizabeth said in an angry whisper. "So yes, we are going to wait, then I will make them forget when the past catches up with the present!"

Shocked gasps and murmurs made it clear the past was already on its way to doing so.

"No. I'm correcting this my way, right now..." Fuuka said.

"Give me that book!" Elizabeth growled.

"Absolutely not. Who knows what you'll do to me next?" Fuuka said, crossing her arms.

"I would be more concerned to what I've already done to you." Elizabeth said. "I only paused the magic. Without further instruction from me, its due to resume in about..."

Fuuka's eyes widened one of her hands quite on its own snuck down below her skirt.

"Now." Elizabeth said, making a grab for the book.

What followed was perhaps the most ridiculous fight either had ever been in in all their lives. Both girls were trying to be quiet and simultaneously **** the other to relinquish their volume. And masturbate. The whole display was embarrassing to both of them.

"Enough!" Elizabeth said, her free hand switching targets and grasping the young girl's uniform.

"Don't you dare!" Fuuka cried as the fabric ripped away. Even without her power Elizabeth was stronger than a human of her size and build. It was easy to tear away the clothes.

"If you are going down, I am as well!" Elizabeth said, badly mangling the human metaphor.

"That's it! I'm...I'm turning you into a toad! Or something!" Fuuka said, grasping the book in her left hand.

Elizabeth again lunged forward, her free hand sliding along Fuuka's belly.

"EEK!" Fuuka squeeled with laughter, an outburst thankfully muffled by her past self's own unrestrained climax.

"Hmmm...touching certain spots seems to elicit an interesting reaction from you." Elizabeth said. "I have the advantage here."

Fuuka found herself cornered in the closet, being mercilessly tickled by her (recent) arch nemesis. When she seemed distracted, Elizabeth made a lunge for the book. Only...