The Mysterious Voice, Part Two

It was not a dark and stormy night. The air was a bit brisk, certainly, in that early Autumn sort of way, and for this time of night it would have been dark if not for the meddling of modern electrical lighting. But there wasn't a rolling fog, or crash of lightning, or even the lonesome howl of a starving wolf echoing in the distance to properly set the stage for the face-to-face that was about to take place. The Dean certainly didn't let that stop her from going full-bore, however. She traded out her usual tasteful pant suit for a gown of black silk and diaphanous web-like lace, a mantle of sable wrapped around her back and long, thick pins of what look alarmingly like bone holding her long cornflower hair in a complex knot. Her handsome features are unchanged and yet transformed through a combination of make-up and intent, creating the impression not of an affable administrator but rather a woman who has killed before and prefers to be well dressed while doing it. Her wide, curling mouth is very red, as red as her inescapable eyes.

Which probably accounts for her entirely nonplussed expression at seeing you making your way towards her position at the Dead Tree in the center of the campus quad in your black cut-offs and GYM+GOTH shirt.

The Dean frowns deeply as you approach her, eyeing your entirely visible sports bra and utter lack of anything like a skull or big splatter of blood to mark you as a neophyte preparing to join an unholy black magic cult. "We are going to have a long talk about dress codes, Girl."

You glance down at yourself as you stop directly in front of the woman, then shrug. "Oh. Sorry? I figured, you know, dress for comfort?"

Scoffing, the Dean shakes her head. "You young witches have no sense of--" She cuts off as a chill wind picks up through the buildings of the quad, suddenly shivering as she pulls her mantle tightly around her shoulders. The woman gives you a sour look, then releases a breath of annoyance. "...Whatever. Fine. We'll just skip the pomp and circumstance. Where are those other two? I don't believe for a second that you've killed them. And if you think you can just hide them somewhere-"

You raise your hand, cutting that thought off at the pass. "No, no; I'm not hiding them. They're headed this way now."

"Oh?" A look of concentration crosses the woman's face. "I don't sense them."

"Well yeah, they still have my ward on them. I assume you couldn't sense me either."

The Dean gives you a look that seems to vacillate between bemused and dangerous until she decides she is, in fact, entertained by your cheek. "Girl, do you honestly think I can't pierce through your paltry shields? We aren't playing around anymore. I am a master, and you are a dilettante at best."

Shrugging, you spin a finger in the air to indicate your surroundings. "Okay. Show me, then."

Now the look has turned decidedly towards dangerous. Still, rather than blasting you into nothingness, she lets her eyes take on an unfocused gaze as she quietly mutters to herself. After a few moments, those eyes flash in smug triumph. "Ahhh, there you are, my little uhh~" The Dean suddenly sways, a disoriented look crossing her diabolical features. "What in the..."

Your breath catches in your throat, but you dare not let up now. "What, you give up already? My wards are probably a bit too tough for you, but I can teach you how to make them if you like. One day."

The woman shakes away her dizziness, all but spitting as she hisses at you. "You teach me? Oh, Girl, you have no idea how dangerous the ground beneath you is."

"Oh, sorry. Either way, here they are."

The Dean straightens, glancing over to spot Isabelle and Jenny swiftly advancing on your position. "Fine, so there they..." She trails off, then tilts her head to one side in a look of disbelief. "Are those baseball bats?" Whatever she was going to say next is lost in a gust of breath and a grunt of surprise as you surge forward, shoving the woman off of her feet to tumble to the ground. She shrieks in incredulous rage at your impertinence, then throws up her hands to shield herself as you quickly level a savage kick at her midsection. Literally shield herself, it turns out, as your foot bounces harmlessly off of a glowing aura of energy. "You dumb fucking bitch! How can THIS be your plan?!"

She tries to scramble to her feet but is sent collapsing back to the dirt as Jenny aims an overhead swing directly at her head, the impact from the bat hitting her energy shield knocking her off her feet once more. You raise your foot and start stomping on the incensed woman, your own voice cracking in a **** yell as your blows rebound again and again off of her magical protection. "Don't let up!"

The enigmatic, immaculate woman who radiated power and **** so recently is gone now, replaced by a screaming, writhing mass of limbs and threats as you and your friends lay into her with boots and bats. "YOU GODDAMN CUNTS!" the Dean bellows, spittle flying from her lipstick-smeared mouth to rebound off of the inner side of her shield and splatter back across her ruined dress. "I'M GOING TO BURN YOUR HOUSES DOWN! I'M GOING TO SKIN YOUR FUCKING MOTHERS! I'M GOING TO EAT YOUR FUCKING DOG! I'M--!!!"

The woman's ultimatums die in her throat as she abruptly chokes, her shield faltering. The unadulterated rage in her red eyes tinges with confusion, only for her yelp in pain when one of your kicks makes it through her stuttering defenses to catch her sharply in the side. She throws up her hands again, her shield reinforced as Jenny and Isabelle's bats bounce harmlessly off of it once again, but now rather than screeching her outrage she's groaning in exertion and another emotion you know all too well. The red in her eyes has completely drained away as they go wide, the Dean clenching her thighs together and clapping a hand over her gaping mouth before whipping it back out just in time to send Jenny's bat safely recoiling. She's mumbling now as you let up your own barrage. "I, I don't, what...what is...?"

You wipe the sweat from your brow, the light burn in your thighs making you very glad you never skip Leg Day. "Okay. I think that's probably enough."

The Dean blinks in confusion as Jenny and Isabelle let their bats drop to their sides, panting in exertion as they eye the very confused woman with a mixture of triumph and anticipation. The Mysterious Voice cautiously pushes herself up into a seated position, brow furrowed as she takes in your smug expression. Then she hisses in pure hatred, jabbing her hands towards you like daggers. "Kill you!"

The sparks that sizzle from the woman's fingertips send you back a cautious step, but you needn't have bothered. The Dean's spell dies before it can go about its deadly business, her would-be instruments of **** instead shooting back to clutch at her chest as her eyes bulge from her skull. The Mysterious Voice pants in frantic confusion, then growls and spears her hands towards Jenny to try again. This time, with her killing spell not directed towards you, its effects do not go unnoticed.

The spell fizzles and shudders around the Dean's hands again, and before your eyes her body shifts. Her meager chest bubbles out, her wide mouth plumps up ever so slightly, even her face begins to lose its lines of mature authority. Again she shudders back to clutch at her minutely expanded breasts, what had previously been a breathless noise of sensual confusion now a squeal of unbearable lust. She starts scrabbling to her feet, dress slipping off of shoulders that are just slightly slimmer. "Why isn't this, like, working?!

Jenny's eyes, screwed shut as the Dean tried to aim her magics her way, fly open at that particular word, gleaming in glee. "Holy shit, did we do it?!

The Dean pants as she flicks her eyes between Jenny and Isabelle, the latter balling up her fists and battering them against your shoulder as she bounces in glee. "We did! We fucking did it!"

The woman absentmindedly licks her larger lips, bleary eyes turning to you with a tired, questioning look that is met with a shit-eating grin. "Figure it out, Mistress." That answer, as expected, utterly infuriates the woman as she tries to disintegrate you once again, only to groan in mindless pleasure when rather than you exploding into dust her hips and breasts inexorably swell out once again.

The Mysterious Voice's wail of delight melts into a despairing shriek as she throws her head back, clutching two handfuls of her golden hair as she screams as much to the sky as to you.

"What did you DO TO ME?!"