Buzz and Guy, Fated and Faithless

The first question slips unbidden from your lips is, admittedly, not a very smart one. "I thought his name was Guy?"

Buzz shakes her head. "That's just a nickname...it's William. Well, Guillaume; his family's from Quebec."

Oh, right. Nicknames. Those are things that exist. Fuck. Sure enough, 'William Tremblay' is one of the names on Aisha's list of underlings, the same list of underlings you apparently did a shit job of investigating. Though everything is clicking into place now: you spent so much time checking for signs of magical spying, but how many times did you just out and out discuss your secrets inside this very barn? You trusted that even if any of the delivery people you bused in to service the Woo Girls somehow managed to wrench themselves away from their nonstop fuck festivals long enough to eavesdrop, the enchantments on this place would scrub the details from their mind as soon as they left.

But not for Guy. Guy is Buzz's boyfriend. He needed to be able to remember, or Buzz would be sad. God Dammit.

The punky girl's face is scrunched in confusion as Isabelle carefully steps out from behind the desk. "Why is your name on this, Guy?"

The tall young man's face is a picture of confusion, but you don't miss the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "I don't know? I don't even know what that is?"

Your girlfriend lifts the paper from the desk with a crack of her wrist, sharp enough to make Guy flinch. "It's a list of people working with the Others, Guy. The people trying to hurt us."

Buzz's eyes go very wide at that. "What?"

"Babe, you know I wouldn't do that!" He reaches for his supposed girlfriend, his hand freezing when you step between them.

"You weren't here Friday. That was the day that trash monster Gal came to kill the Great Mother. You've been almost every single day for weeks, but not Friday. Why was that, again?"

"I mean, I do have to work still; I was slammed with orders and--"

"No you weren't." Guy's head doesn't move, but his eyes dart directly towards Buzz as the girl quietly raises her voice. "You told me you were with your parents. You said you wanted me to meet them."

"I did! I mean, I was!" The young man's voice is starting to audibly strain. "I was busy but I also was going to meet them later, I promise! Babe, I don't even know who Aisha--"

"Who?" Guy shrinks back at Isabelle's sharp, ice-cold question. "Who don't you know, Guy?" When he doesn't respond, Isabelle takes off her glasses to carefully set them down on the table. "You're the one who's been telling the Others our plans. You're the one who told them about our rituals. You're even the one who drove Gal here the night she planted a bomb at my house. Aren't you?"

The room is very still for a moment, and then Guy takes a final desperation swing. "Buzz, they're lying. I don't know why but you know I would never--"

Buzz all but recoils from him, outrage fighting heartbreak for control of her normally sweet features. "Don't say that! How dare you?!" Guy's eyes go flat as the girl rages at him. "They would never lie to me, but you've done nothing but lie! Did you ever like me?! Was it ever true?!"

Guy stares at her, his tongue briefly flicking onto his lower lip. Then, he makes his decision. "I love Aisha; you aren't even a fucking person."

Oh that is fucking it. Guy turns to run, only to discover Jenny has already taken the opportunity to slip behind him and lock the door. His mistake. Then, the wild-eyed man tries to whirl back around to face you and Isabelle as you advance on him, turning his back on the aforementioned Jenny. Again, mistake. He almost manages to say something, a particularly vile swear judging by his expression, but that shifts rapidly to shock and then fear as she grabs him by the arm and swings him straight into the wall. He slams into it hard, pictures crashing down as he staggers back in a vain attempt to find solid ground. He can only manage something between a yelp and a groan when Jenny grabs him by the back of the collar and flings him ass over elbows onto the sofa. By the time he has any idea what's going on, Jenny is already sitting on his stomach while Isabelle deftly duct tapes his wrists together. You pick up your bag, turning towards Buzz. "You don't have to be here for this."

The girl quickly shakes her head, tears streaming down her cheeks but her eyes firmly resolved. "Yes I do."

You frown sadly at Buzz, reaching out to give her shoulder a comforting caress. "You're the best, Buzz. You don't deserve this." The Woo Girl simply sniffs back another wave of tears, and you call back to your friends behind you. "Is he secured?"

Isabelle finishes a final layer of tape for good measure. "Yes."

"Good." You pull a small crystal vial out of your bag, milk shimmering in dark pastels inside of it. "Don't bother covering his mouth."

The sight of the bottle snaps Guy out of his daze, the man baring his teeth as he feebly attempts to thrash his way out of his bindings. Jenny has no trouble holding him securely, however, her eyes glowing as you approach. "He has been enchanted by Aisha, right? I can't see it, but I'm pretty bad at this stuff."

"Let me take a look. Donna's been giving me some pointers." Isabelle plucks her glasses up from the desk, a similar glow filling her gaze as she inspects the wriggling Guy. "Hm. Well, it's there, but the reason you couldn't see it is because it's barely there. She hasn't got him under any more of an enchantment than she's got on us."

Spittle flies from Guy's mouth as he snarls back at Isabelle. "I love Aisha. I've always loved Aisha."

Jenny sneers. "Oh sure. You love her so much that you were here every night, pretending to date another girl and porno railing a half dozen more."

"It's what she wanted! So we could be together! It's real love! No one in your herd of sluts and dykes has any fucking idea what that means! All of you are going to--!"

The pop! of your bottle being uncorked causes his rant to die in the back of his throat. "That's an interesting theory, Guy. Let's test it out." You glance towards Isabelle. "Hold his nose."

"No!" Guy makes a last-ditch effort to squirm his way free, but with Jenny pinning him down there is simply no escape. He manages to take in a giant gasp of air before Isabelle pinches his nose shut, but that's no matter. You can be patient. You simply tap your foot, the bottle of milk glimmering the most menacing pink and purple possible as you lock eyes with Guy. He holds on for as long as he can, desperation filling his blood shot eyes as you stare down with your own dispassionate gray ones. Eventually, he has **** but to release his breath in a huge gasp, and the moment he does you've emptied the bottle into it.

He sputters in vain as the milk fills his mouth, futilely attempting to spit it back out. But he's merely a man, and he just can't help himself. His eyes have practically rolled back into his head as he helplessly swallows the magical liquid, bliss trickling into his despairing moan. Beaten, Guy allows himself to go limp as he simply submits to his fate, staring at the ceiling in defeat as he waits for the changes to begin.

Only, they never come.

Guy furrows his brow, his eyes flitting towards you as break the silence. "Well, Isabelle?"

She nods thoughtfully, her eyes glowing again. "It worked. There was hardly anything to begin with, but it's gone."

Okay. Good. At least you managed to wring something useful out of this goddamn tragedy. Though you'd trade back any value you've just gained in a heartbeat if it meant you never had to watch Buzz's heart shatter again.

As you mull over the ramifications of your successful test, Guy cautiously clears his throat. You lower your eyebrows as you peer down at the man, not missing the bit of hope that has begun to seep into his features. "I...can I go, then? Back to Aisha? That was it?"

You only take long enough to glance towards Isabelle and then Jenny, noting their silent approval. Then, you cock an eyebrow. "Oh. You thought we were done?" You slip a hand down into your bag once more, coming up with a much more familiar rainbow-hued vial. "We're not done."

Guy tries to thrash again as you pop open the bottle, Isabelle pinching his nose closed once more. You're just about to tip the prismatic milk into his mouth when a voice cries out from behind you. "Wait!"

You freeze, turning your head back to peer at Buzz. "Are you sure?"

Relief blooms across Guy's face as he goes limp again, letting out his held breath. He's so relieved that it takes him a moment to register the lollipop ring that strikes him in the forehead. "Now do it."

By the time that moment has passed, however, it's too late. The milk is already flowing down his throat and his restraints are no longer necessary, Jenny slipping off of Guy's stomach as the boy grunts and moans his way through a full body shudder. His colossal dick pokes out of the bottom of his shorts even as it lifts up, pitching the one of the most obscene tents you've ever seen. Momentarily, at least, because it's already begun to quiver and shrink even as it floods his shorts with blissful cum. God, that's going to take a long time to fully vanish, isn't it? And his chest has already started to bubble up with what promises to be a particularly ripe pair of tits. By the time your milk finishes feasting on his magically enhanced manhood, you suspect that what's left behind will be a particularly cartoonish display of femininity.

You turn back towards Buzz, unable to decide what the right thing to say would be. It probably doesn't even exist. "Buzz, I'm so sorry this happened to you."

She lets out a shuddering breath, reaching out to grab your hand. "I know. I am, too."

You squeeze her hand back, then raise your voice to be heard over the increasingly girlish sounds of Guy cumming. "It seems we have something of Aisha's. Let's meet up and have a chat with her about that. Sound good?"

The others nod, and you reach for the Others' phone. You are going to cram this straight down Aisha's throat, and your only hope is that she chokes on it.