Ro3: A Third Twin and a New Guest

"STOP."

Rick glared at the three girls, momentarily frozen more out of shock than by his powers. He took the opportunity to close the distance between himself and Robin, putting a cautionary hand over her mouth as he wiggled the ring from her finger, "Hey!" Shannon grabbed for it and he batted her away.

"Hey what, Shannon?" She wilted under his gaze, untangling herself from Robin and sulking at the bottom of the stairs. Robin pouted, sprawled on her back across the floor, semi-hard cock and balls fully visible beneath her flipped skirt. Didi's hungry gaze flicked back and forth between the three before settling on Rick, his brief's tightly clinging to his muscular anatomy.

Rick sized up the newest bimbo appreciatively before giving himself a shake. Dominant or not, he was still a young man with a sex drive to match. If he wasn't careful he'd end up just as sex crazed as the girls.

"You idiots want to tell me why this shit happens every time I leave the room? Don't answer that." He sighed, rubbing his head and holding a hand out to halt Didi's advance. She'd been sidling closer, the blatant heat in her eyes making her intentions obvious. Rick's outstretched hand did nothing to dissuade her and she wrapped her lips around his pointer finger with a giggle.

He raised an eyebrow, half in irritation and half in bemusement, his briefs abruptly tightening, "Wow, you are a Good Little Floozy aren't you?" The ring in Rick's other hand flashed green and Didi's outfit shifted slightly, the revelatory and outright slutty garb taking on a more innocent and pure look while still showcasing her incredible body. The skirt lengthened, the cleavage receded to something borderline decent with a small gold crucifix nestled in the valley of her chest, and Didi's makeup became downright modest.

Rick stared at the innocent looking bombshell sucking on his finger, "...Fuck."

Shannon guffawed from the stairs and Robin made an outraged cheerleader scoff from the back of her throat. Didi pulled back after a moment, eyes dropping to the floor demurely, "S-sorry Rick, I don't know what came over me, your finger was just right there and you're really hot and naked- Oh! I mean... um..." Rick patted her on the shoulder to quiet her, stepping back to a small end table and setting the ring down before speaking.

"Ok. So. I realize how easy it is to make weird shit happen with this ring but that's all the more reason we shouldn't have it getting passed around like Robin at a frat party." Robin giggled and Shannon rolled her eyes, "Bu-" "SHHH. No talking or moving till I explain some things."

Shannon's mouth closed with a growl. Didi took a seat, still enamored with Rick's bulge even if she wasn't actively pursuing it, "3 changes and then it's over, remember? We have to be super careful or we might A. create a monster and B. get them stuck that way. Actually, Robin, what did you say to... uh...?" "Didi!" "To Didi to make her that way?"

Robin looked like a schoolgirl who'd been called on by the teacher mid-daydream, "Uh... I think... Umm... Something-Bimbo-Friend?" Rick took a deep breath, beyond irritated that 'bimbo' was even a term in the english language. Robin was veering dangerously close to 'too dumb to live'. He distracted himself by examining Didi: he'd said 'Good Little Floozy' which seemed to have been interpreted as 'innocent young woman'. She still had assets that rivaled Robin's but they were more hidden. To know more about how bimbo and floozy had combined he'd have to get up close and personal... focus Rick.

He cleared his throat, "Ok look, I talked with Jim. He says he got the ring from this woman calling herself Nepea out of some random store, who sold it to him for $50 and an invitation to this party." He let that sink in for a moment but of course Shannon was the only one who got the significance.

"If she's some kind of witch... and she needed an invitation... and she's coming here... Fuck."

"That's about what I was thinking too. We need to know more, Jim doesn't remember anything about her except that she was 'bodacious' and intimidating."

Jim trotted out of the kitchen, licking his lips, "I did not use 'bodacious'-!"

"If you were still human you would have."

"-and she also gave me a business card!"

"Which is why we need to get that card."

Rick picked up the ring and pointed silently to the stairs, following his Canine companion and leaving the three girls downstairs. Shannon glanced at the two airheaded bimbos and got up to follow.

"I told you Jim's clothes dissolved when he changed!" Rick peered under the hallway dresser, cursing under his breath, "Then we have nothing to go on. Fucking damn it Jim, why couldn't you-" He silenced himself after a panicked look from the dog and realizing he was still holding the ring. He carefully set it down on a shelf in clear view.

Shannon narrowed her eyes at her sisters door, the sounds of orgasm resounding behind it, "It should be me in there..." Rick and Jim ignored her.

"I'm sorry, my memories aren't as clear from when I was a human! I was just a normal dog for a few seconds before Shannon changed me into a smart dog! Everything's even more blurry than usual!"

"Ok man but you gotta give me something, we can't fight something we don't understand!"

"Do you have some great insight into sorcery Rick? Because I don't! Even if we knew this woman's daily schedule I still wouldn't know how to counter her magic!"

Rick turned, pacing down the hallway, "Alright, fine. I get what you're saying but if she's just straight up a vampire then maybe we can, I don't know, uninvite her or something?"

"You think we'll know after a google search exactly how to counter some magical witch who has a ring that can alter reality at will?"

"Dammit Jim, I'm a jock not a magician!" He took a deep breath, calming his thoughts to try and reason his way through this. A solution came to him almost immediately but he didn't like it.

"Alright Jim... tell me if I'm crazy but can we just use the ring to make someone an expert in sorcery?"

The white dog paced alongside him, nodding after a moment, "Yes. It stands to reason we could. Maybe that's what Nepea did, to make herself stronger. How do we know it won't just make us evil?"

"What?"

"I mean, if the ring can just change someone like that, maybe that's its purpose? Maybe it's made to recreate its original creator? You ask to be the greatest sorcerer ever, or something, and it turns you into its maker?"

"...like some kind of weird immortality."

"Exactly."

"Fuck man... I didn't sign on for all this goddamned magic shit."

"Hey you don't have to tell me, I'm a dog."

On the other end of the hallway, mere feet away, Shannon picked up the ring. Turning to the mirror, she considered her words carefully. She knew she was prettier than Sharon, if only by a tiny amount, she still had a warm glow when her mom referred to her as 'mommy's lovely slut' but obviously that wasn't enough. She had to be better than Sharon, she needed it, felt it in her core. But she also wanted her Mom, wanted to be with her in every sense of the word... except romantic. That would be gross. If she could do it all in just one change, then all the better. She knew she'd always felt like this about her mom but both Jim and Rick insisted she'd been effected by the ring. Better not to risk it so she had to assume she had two changes left. Three, if she included the safety clause. Better than Sharon, more attractive to Mom, three words.

"Better... Lover... than Sharon." Nothing happened.

"Shit, This Is Ha-" she choked back her words, the ring glimmering for a moment but not flashing. She didn't even want to know what that would have done to her.

"Ok keeping it simple... Better... Sexy... Twin." The ring flashed and Shannon staggered, feeling like every molecule of her body was ripping itself in two. It wasn't painful so much as it was... wrong. She crumpled to the floor as the sensation overwhelmed her.

"Dammit Shannon!" Rick and Jim were kneeling beside her when she regained her senses, Rick snatching the ring from her hands.

"I just... I just wanted to be..."

"Shannon!"

She looked up to see a perfect copy of herself, staring down at her with a shocked expression. A perfect copy in the most literal sense: V managed to look exactly like herself and Sharon only better in every way: her hair was more glossy, more full, her body curved in ways that shouldn't be possible with her near-supermodel figure, and her eyes shone like amber where Shannon and Sharon's were simply brown.

Her sisters superiority hardly stopped there, she was a straight-A student who barely tried, always seemed to know exactly how to fit in to any crowd, Shannon had lost count of how many boyfriends she'd had...

"Uh... who're you?"

V gave Rick a disbelieving look, "I'm V! Shiva McCormick? We go to school together, I'm Sharon and Shannon's sister?" She looked back to Shannon, lying on the ground, "What were you going to do with the ring Shannon?"

Shannon couldn't look her sister in the eye, "You're so much... better than me V. Sharon's got her cock, you've got everything, and I... I'm just a girl. I wanted to be the favorite for once! To be Mom's favorite and everyone else's!"

V gave her a pitying look, both sisters eyes beginning to tear up, "Shannon... we talked about this, I'm not 'better' than you. And we can't think those things about our own mother, that's why we left remember? We were trying to talk Sharon into coming with us, finding other outlets for her aggression so we didn't end up with nieces or nephews for siblings!"

Rick rubbed his face and Jim huffed, glancing between the two newly made sisters worriedly, "This is getting out of hand."

V cleared her throat, stepping away from her crying sister, "Why? I mean-" She glanced back at the moans permeating the hall from her mother's room, "I agree but what makes you say that?"

Rick eyed her up. Well, Shannon had been fairly reasonable before the ring had gotten to her, he supposed he should give her ethically-improved clone the benefit of the doubt, "Well... we probably have a witch on the way, who we know nothing about, and we can't find the only clue." V made a 'no shit' face but seemed to take the words at face value.

Jim gave him a sidelong look.

"I know this sounds crazy... but have you checked Jim?" Rick frowned, looking up at the newly made McCormick triplet, "What?" "Have you checked Jim? Like his body?"

Rick raised an eyebrow but leaned over to give the dog a pat down. Jim wagged his tail. Rick was having trouble not laughing at himself and the entire situation until his hand brushed across something in a knot of fur over the dogs haunch, "You have got to be fucking kidding me."

With some work, he was able to pull a small business card free of the knot and stared at it bewilderedly. Jim, V, and even Shannon leaned in close to get a look, "Not sure what I was expecting..." The card held only one word, in heavily slanted and curling letters: Nepea.

Rick sighed disappointedly, allowing V to take the card without resistance. She studied it closely, even as the door at the far end of the hall creaked open and two damp, very happy looking girls stepped out and froze at the sight of the gathering in the hall. The four glanced up but otherwise ignored the relatively benign sight, sans Charisma's massive rack, "Hey guys... Oh, Sharon, you look so nice!" "I'm not Sha-" "Listen, we've been having a really weird day and we don't want to bring it down on you guys so we thought we'd just head out ok?"

The two were already out of sight by the time Charisma finished talking.

"Probably for the best. Two less people we have to worry about." Rick idly spun the ring in his fingers before remembering how dangerous it was and clenching his hand around it. V shook her head absent mindedly, still studying the card, "We'll have to fix Charisma eventually."

Rick scratched Jim behind the ear, feeling drained, "Maybe we should go with them? Better to avoid this thing until we know more?" V didn't answer and after a moment he glanced up at her, "V?"

She shook her head, "I can't really tell... but I swear there are too many letters on this card."

"What?"

"Here, tell me how many letters are in Nepea."

"Uh... like 5?"

"Right, that's what I figure. Now tell me how many letters are on the card."

Rick took the card back, scrutinizing it more closely, "Woah... way more than 5. How the fuck is that even..." He counted but couldn't seem to keep his eyes focused, he felt like he kept going cross eyed even though it was a flat sheet of paper. He rubbed his strained eyes, "There's like 10 letters or something, I don't get it?"

Jim and Shannon tried with similar results. Rick was getting a little uneasy: was this what magic looked like? "What if we take a picture of it?" V, being the most clothed, produced a phone from her pocket and snapped a picture of the card. The phone abruptly turned off and refused to be revived.

"Well that's fucking ominous."

"Maybe try holding it up to the mirror? Keep scratching my ear though. Oh yeah..."

"What if we just start writing down what we think we see and decipher it from there?"

Joan peeked out from her hiding place in the cellar, her fear of Sharon finally overcome by her fear of the dark. Robin and a girl she didn't recognize were sitting at the foot of the stairs, talking to one another, "Can we move now?""He didn't say we could move, I can still hear him talking up there."

"Well he also said no talking till he was done 'splainin, so we're already doin it wrong."

"Eep!" The more conservatively dressed blonde went rigid and stopped talking while Robin leaned into the stairwell, "Hey Rick, can we talk and move now?" She pouted, sitting back down and leaning to try and look up the other girls skirt, "Fuck, I wanna be able to move! I really wanna fuck you Didi..."

Joan licked her lips as Robin's massive cock peeked out from under her little skirt, revealing her balls hanging loosely against her thigh. Her own little peep pulsed to full mast, tenting her skirt almost unnoticeably. More noticeably, her ass tingled with desire. She really wanted someone to fill it... but Robin's tool was too big. Rick's had felt amazing: just barely able to fit into her tight little derriere. She should track him down again, he would keep her safe from Sharon and Suzanne.

Just as she was about to muster the courage to leave her hiding place, two other girls descended the stairs. Joan immediately recognized Charisma with her newly enhanced breasts and Zoe trailing after but the two seemed... different together. Not antagonistic or shy, more like excited and... Joan shook her head, she must not be reading that right. Unless the ring had done something. She groaned, just wishing the little artifact had never come to her house. But then she'd never have met the new and improved Rick...

"Ugh, Robin can you please cover that thing up? Gawd, you're such a slut, I can't believe they let you onto the cheer team with that gross dick of yours." Joan couldn't help but agree with Robin's defiant raspberry in response: Charisma was in no shape to judge, what with her titanic chest jiggling about. Charisma barely gave the two a backwards glance but Zoe bit her lip at the more demure 'Didi' who returned the expression, albeit more shyly.

They'd be cute together, Joan thought, idly picturing the two shrinking violets making out. She realized one of her hands was groping her balls and cock, both fitting into her grip at the same time rather easily, and reluctantly stopped herself. She had to stay alert, lest she get jumped by her amorous relatives. She looked to the ceiling in anguish, muttering under her breath, "Shit I have one fucked up family..."

Charisma threw the door open and stopped dead. Joan swore she could feel a cold wind push past her into the basement as a sanguine voice spoke out from the door, "Why hello lovelies, I see things are already in full swing. Would you mind finding one of the house residents to invite me in?"