The Fantasy Fetish Festival

“The Kay Zetas have mixed feelings about this matter, sir,” said Millicent. “On the one hand, they deserve everything you’ve suggested and more for irresponsible spell-casting and the outright theft...not to mention the chaos on campus they caused.”

“True,” said the Dean.

“On the other hand, they also showed initiative, strength and planning...valuable traits for potential witches.”

“Also true,” said the Dean.

“Strong punishment is required, but perhaps it can be customized to our purposes. Okay, customized to our entertainment is probably more accurate.”

“I’m listening,” said the Dean.

“The Fantasy Fetish Festival is being held this weekend,” said Millicent. “I think that would be an adequate punishment, sir.”

“Hmmmm,” said the Dean. “I think you’re right. Well done, Millicent.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Millicent.

Me and Alice looked at each other anxiously. The Fantasy Fetish Festival?

Millicent turned to us. “Okay, here’s the deal,” she said. “Every year, a festival is held that can best be described as a celebration of fetishes. This includes all aspects of fetishes, and much of it is magical or mystical in nature.”

We nodded

Millicent continued. “You guys are being given a choice,” she said. “Expulsion and possible criminal charges...or attend the Fantasy Fetish Festival as hostesses on our behalf.”

There was silence. Then I said, “What’s the catch?”

“No catch,” said Millicent. “You attend the Festival from 6pm Friday night to 6am Saturday morning. You do that, then all is forgiven. We’ll even extend invitations for all four of you to join the Kay Zetas and retract any potential criminal charges for you, John.”

Tara narrowed her eyes. “That’s all we have to do?”

Millicent looked at Tara. “Yes, that’s it,” she said, “but don’t underestimate the Festival. We are not responsible for what happens at the Festival. You may end up wishing you had taken the sanctions instead.”

That hardly sounded likely. I preferred to avoid getting kicked out of college and possibly going to jail, so I didn’t wait for the others. I just said, “I’m in.”

Tara agreed immediately as well, as did Bit and John. Alice looked thoughtful, but finally nodded.

“It’s decided then, sir,” said Millicent, speaking to the Dean. “They’ll attend the Festival. Assuming they show up and stay until 6am, they’ll be pardoned.”

The Dean actually laughed. “You’re right, Millicent,” he said. “This will be fun.”

I wasn’t sure what would be so funny, but I wasn’t going to risk asking him questions, either.

“All right,” he said. “That’s settled. Now clear out of my office.”

We looked at each other. Alice and I had huge, oversensitive boobs, embarrassing hair and were dressed in horrible slut outfits. Tara and Bit had embarrassing hair and were naked. Finally, we looked back at Millicent.

“Could we...umm...can we...” I said, “get...ummm...you know...fixed...?”