The Devil Went Down to Pound-Town

If there is anyone in the current iteration of existence who should know not to judge a book by its cover, it's you. Hell, a couple of books kicking around there actually have covers only you can even remember anymore, let alone judge. This is all to say that you really shouldn't try to classify Ms. Hayden by your immediate impressions. Still, you're fairly certain that she's a classic case of someone not realizing they were hot until it was too late for them to have learned how to do much about it.

Like, you're a thousand percent certain that if Emilia Hayden was your age, she'd have some robustly popular Twitch channel where she dresses up like Sexy Link or whatever and basks in the adulation of tens of thousands. She's certainly got the looks for it. Her heart-shaped face is button-nosed and full-lipped, with a seriously nice smile that you suspect was the result of some seriously gnarly dental gear. Your guess would be that she was a late bloomer rather than someone who lost a significant amount of weight, her figure giving the impression of having filled out into her shapely legs and rounded hips rather than having been whittled down to them. Not to mention the fact that she clearly relishes the womanly heft of her substantial breasts, bigger than Jenny even without any magical cheating to give her a leg up.

She might not even realize that about herself, actually, but to an eye that is as keenly attuned to both fashion and boobs as yours, it's as clear as day. Nearly everything about her day to day get up is the perfect picture of a demure librarian, from the modest skirts to the sensible shoes to the owlish glasses framing her sharp blue eyes to the chunky dangling earrings that just scream librarian or wacky aunt, or maybe both. But Emilia Hayden's a sweater girl, and those sweaters are always juust tight enough to reveal much she fills them out. She's a lady who's got plenty to show off, and whether it's conscious or not she absolutely does.

Unfortunately, though, Ms. Hayden isn't your age. She's somewhere in her mid to late thirties, and had the misfortune of growing up nerdy when that wasn't so hot for anyone, let alone a girl. And so here she is: an awkward dork and a no-joke smokeshow all at once, bingeing on Jane Austin and Star Trek slash fiction every night as she tries to figure out how she's supposed to properly bring her sexiness to bear with the only witnesses to her plight a pair of disinterested cats named Peregrin and Meriadoc.

Okay, it's possible that you're being a bit overindulgent in your speculation. What matters is that Ms. Hayden is a good-looking woman, and what's more she's just straight up a good woman as well. You used to spend a lot of time in the library as Old Ash, on those days when you just couldn't bear the idea of twisting away the hours trapped in your aunt's pool house. She always had a smile for you, and a kind word, and there were definitely days that you had needed that more than anything else. So now that you've got the chance to pay it forward, you're absolutely going to take it. "Ms. Hayden?"

The woman looks up from her papers, blowing a lose strand of long, silvered brown hair out of her face before favoring you and your two friends with that warm smile you remember so well. "Yes, Ashley? Can I help you girls with something?"

"This is for you, isn't it?"

You extend the folded note to the librarian, who reaches out with an interested look. The moment her fingers take hold of the paper it radiates a rainbow shimmer, Ms. Hayden letting out a little gasp that she doesn't seem to even notice. The enchanted note rustles in a contented sigh that the woman mirrors, a slow smile spreading across her face as her eyes begin to daze. She abruptly shakes herself out of it, offering the three of you a somewhat sheepish grin as she clutches the note protectively to her sweater-clad bosom. "Oh, this...um, this is from Frank? I mean, Mr. York?"

Whoa, it's really working. Isabelle gives Ms. Hayden an affirming nod, murmuring to her in a soft voice. "Yes, Ms. Hayden. Very much so."

The librarian takes a slow, deep breath at that, her eyelids drooping as she seems to bask in the note's aura. The rounded woolen swell of her sweater-clad chest is sporting two chunky dents by the time she finally opens the note and starts to read, eyes dilating as they work their way down the page. She has to stop every now and then to screw her eyes shut and take in another shuddering breath, the hand that had been clutched to her heart gradually starting to mash more and more of one large boob into her chest. You can only assume she's finished the magical note when she hunches over and gives a small whine, thighs clenching together as she lightly pinches a throbbing bud between her middle and ring finger. Then she lets out her breath in a resolved huff, rising to her feet with a gleam in her sparkling blue eyes. "Girls, I need to go. To, um, the bathroom. It's about books. Books in the bathroom. I'm going now."

Jenny raises her eyebrows at you and Isabelle as Ms. Hayden turns on her heels and scurries towards the exit, all but lifting up her skirts and sprinting out of the library. "Well that worked. We should follow her, right?"

Isabelle seems a bit stunned by how effective the note seemed to be herself, but she still manages to absently nod. "Um, yes. Oh, but one of us should make stay behind? To see what happens with Ash's sigil."

Oh, right. You'd sort of forgotten that that was the excuse for all of this. As much as you want to see what happens, it should probably be you then, right? You're a moment away from volunteering when Jenny jumps in. "I'll stay; you two go check it out."

Uh, that's unexpected. Isabelle seems surprised, too. "Really?"

"Yes, really! Now shoo!" Jenny impatiently waves the two of you on. "I'm expecting you to FaceTime me in on anything cute, so you'd better hurry and catch up!"

You catch Isabelle's eye, who offers a somewhat helpless shrug before starting off to follow Ms. Hayden. Well fuck, you don't want to miss anything cute either. Better leg it.

"So isn't there going to be trouble when she finds Mr. York? I mean, whatever was in that note, he didn't write it. Right?"

Isabelle has to think about that before responding, the two of you working your way through the mostly abandoned late afternoon halls of your school. "Actually, I think he sort of did write it."

"You're gonna have to explain that one to me, Isabelle."

"I mean, I wouldn't mind an explanation myself." The girl sighs, then tries to put her thoughts into words. "It's so weird thinking about now, but it all made so much sense in the moment. It was sort of like I offered the basic idea of Ms. Hayden out to the world around us? Or something? And invited an essence that was really connected to it to...I don't know, fill that idea with its connection to her? This shit is so confusing, I swear to God."

You sort of get it. "It's like you gave Mr. York's soul a writing prompt on Ms. Hayden, and then the magic just copied down what it wrote. It comes from such a true place inside of him that even if he didn't technically jot it down himself, he would immediate recognize it as coming from him."

Isabelle's eyes light up as she turns to you, reaching out to grab your shoulder in excitement. "Oh my God, Ash, that is exactly it!"

She smiles at you, and you're smiling back, and by the time either of you realizes that you're more or less just staring into each other's eyes it's a little too late to play it off. Isabelle's smile has started to waver a bit when she suddenly gasps, your awkward moment averted by the girl noticing something over your shoulder. "Oh! Oh, Ash, that's them!"

You whirl around and sure enough, there they are, visible through the glass window fitted into the classroom door: Ms. Hayden and Mr. York, the former sliding the latter's large hand up her side to firmly take hold of one of her big breasts as they entwine in a deeply passionate kiss. Isabelle gives a little cheer from where the two of you are hunkered down, her grin renewed to its dazzling brightness. "Oh, hooray! That is so great!"

She's already started dialing up Jenny as you take a quick scan of the hallway. You'd feel entirely responsible if you hooked up the two teachers, only for them to get caught during their first kiss. The place should be empty at this time of day, but...oh! Oh, shit! Here comes someone now! "Isabelle!" you hiss, urgently tapping your friend's back. "Someone's coming!"

Isabelle gives a little huff of annoyance, craning her head around to peer at the two boys idly chattering as they head in your direction. It seems all but certain that they are going to pass by the two of you and the adorable tryst going on in the nearby empy classroom when they suddenly stop in their tracks, a pulse of rainbow energy spiraling across their faces. The boys stand and blink for a moment, then completely turn around and start walking away without missing another beat, continuing their conversation as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Isabelle gives a low whistle. "Was that you, or me?"

"Um, me I think." You just wanted them to walk away so badly, and then suddenly they did. You're not sure how you did it, but you are very certain that you did. The thought is simultaneously unsettling and deeply exhilarating, which is also sort of unsettling. Isabelle doesn't seem to mind, though, the girl bumping her side into yours as she favors you with that heart-fizzling smile. Goddammit she's cute.

An impatient voice pipes up from the phone Isabelle holds at her side. "Lift the phone up; I want to see the cuteness already!"

"Ah, sorry!" Isabelle offers contritely as she slips her phone up just high enough to have a clear sight of the classroom. "Can you see? It's cute, right?!"

Neither you nor Isabelle expected Jenny's immediate burst of laughter. "Ahaha, whooa! That is definitely cute, but I'm not sure that's the first word I'd use to describe it."

Isabelle tilts her head to the side, giving you a confused look. "Huh?" Then you both pop your heads up to peek into the room, and Isabelle has to **** back her squeak of surprise. Oh! Oh, um, okay. Yeah, this is still cute, but a bit more of an advanced cuteness than you'd left things. Because instead of a delightful session of smooches and heavy petting, Ms. Hayden is now sprawled out on the desk with her arms flung over her face, her skirt tugged up around her waist and Mr. York's face buried deep between her thighs. The librarian's heavy breasts wobble and strain against the confines of her snug sweater with every quavering, deeply pleasured heave of her chest, urging the track coach on as he works her grateful pussy with what is either expert skill or a savant-like enthusiasm.

"Wow. Jesus. He's really getting in there, isn't it?"

"Fuck yeah he is." Jenny can't seem to stop cackling in impish delight. "Who knew Mr. York was so giving? Good on you, dude."

Isabelle slowly swallows, carefully pulling her eyes away from Ms. Hayden's shuddering rack. "So I guess this was your part of the note, then."

"Yeah, pretty much. Though it wasn't, like, a magical sex **** or anything. I basically just suggested that they should do what they wanted to do. And it looks like Mr. York wanted to dine the fuck out today."

You clear your throat, indicating the scene inside to the two conversing girls. "It looks like he's moving on to the main course, now." Sure enough, Mr. York has lifted himself up from his place of honor at Ms. Hayden's womanhood, the librarian reaching up to tenderly cup his cheek as he pants and smiles down at the woman. He leans in as she sits up, the two meeting for a brief kiss before Mr. York produces a condom from somewhere on the desk,

"That was also me. Magical sex should also be safe sex, kids!"

He carefully tears open the package, starting to pull out the prophylactic when Ms. Hayden lays her hand over his. The man looks curiously down at her as she says something to him that you can't make out through the thick door, both teachers blushing more and more red. A moment later he nods, unadulterated affection and deep embarrassment flooding both of their faces as Ms. Hayden carefully takes the condom out of Mr. York's hand and tosses it aside.

All three of you let out a collective 'Aww!' Is it weird that you think your adorably dorky teachers agreeing to raw dog is cute? Well too bad, because you do.

Jenny certainly agrees. "Ugh they are the best. Hold on a sec; I gotta do something nice for them."

Mr. York has already slipped into Ms Hayden, pulling them both upright as she straddles his lap and starts to slowly bounce, arms draped over his broad shoulders as the two pepper each other with what look to be particularly giggly kisses. A reverberating snap ringing from Isabelle's phone draws you away from the happy scene, familiar looking waves of visible energy radiating out from the device as Ms. Hayden's eyes shoot open, the librarian letting out a squeal that you can hear even through the door before she starts to hump against Mr. York's lap with even greater relish. The fuck?

Isabelle figured it out a moment before you. "Jenny, did you seriously make his dick bigger?"

The voice from the phone sounds intensely pleased. "Only like an inch. Maaaybe two. It's my gift to them!"

"Yeah, well, I'll just get them a quilt or something." Isabelle grumbles in vaguely exasperated good-humor, turning around to lean against the door and give them a bit of privacy.

You think she's trying to say something to you, but whatever it might have be is lost to the sands of time. Because somehow, without you ever noticing that it was happening, everything around you has faded away to blackness. You're no longer in the hallway, or in your school. Or maybe you're in the same place, and it's the school that's vanished. You're not entirely sure you even exist anymore. You can't speak, or see, or feel, or even really think. Everything is simply darkness now, and you can only listen.

Having fun, you naughty girl?

Everything is darkness, and you can only listen.

That is all well and good. Such a fascinating girl. Such talents, such potential...so much more than those hangers-on

Everything is darkness, and you can only listen.

Do you crave true power, girl? Because you will not find it here, with these petty dalliances and these silly children. Find me, girl. Find me at the place of power, when the moon has waned. Find me, and I shall show you your true path

Everything is darkness, and you can only listen.

Good girl. This is our secret now; those two grasping children could never understand your gifts, understand what you are. So hush, my girl. Hush, until we meet at last
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It's the sudden realization that there is breath in your lungs that proves to you that yes, you do in fact exist again. That was...fuck, that was. You knew there had to be other people out there, other people or beings or something that had powers too. Well now you know for sure, and a freaky voice inside a pitch black pudding nightmare wants to be your secret bestie. You have no idea what that voice wants, what that voice is, or what that voice has planned. All you know is one thing: you aren't going to keep it a secret. Fuck mysterious voices.

You quickly turn to face Isabelle, eyes squeezed shut as you launch into the best explanation of the offer you just received that you can manage. But to your surprise, Isabelle has done the exact same thing, you and your friend trying to urgently whisper over one another your descriptions of the haunting visitation you apparently both experienced. After a moment of cross talk, you both fall silent to simple stare at one another.

Isabelle breaks the impasse first. "...did a scary as fuck voice just tell you that it wanted you to be its secret friend, too?"

You nod slowly, eyebrows furrowed. "Yeah. And it went real heavy on the whole 'you're the most special, fuck your friends' deal."

Jenny's voice crackles urgently from Isabelle's phone. "Are you guys listening to me?! Some Cruella de Vil sounding motherfucker is trying to get me to go all The Craft on your guys' asses!"

Your friends are obviously shaken by this, and you obviously are as well, but you can only laugh at the immediate three-way clearing of the air. So okay, updating the situation. Yes, you've been contacted by some mysterious power that clearly wants to shatter both the friendships and Oaths you've made. But it's trying to do so by pulling you aside individually to talk shit, which is a real Basic Bitch move if you've ever seen one. Mysterious Powers, sure, that might be scary.

But you're Ashley Goddamn Price, and if there is one thing you are absolutely not afraid of it's a Basic Bitch.