The Variolactation Method

Aisha very nearly manages to disguise her smirk as a smile as she inspects the Bad Starbucks, tossing her button-festooned jacket onto a nearby table. She eases herself down into a seat before leaning back and popping her boots up, looking for all the world like a monarch holding court. "This is nice, Ashley. Nicer than I thought it'd be. Isn't this supposed to be the Bad Starbucks?"

You shrug, inwardly impressed by your own ability to present an air of dispassionate detachment as you sink down into the chair beside her. "Everyone says that. We've been sprucing the place up."

"I'll say." Aisha waggles her eyebrows at Olivia as she passes by, eyefucking the bookish bombshell so thoroughly that you can't help wondering if the girl's on birth control. "A meeting on your turf this time, though! How intimidating. Our cease-fire was in good faith, right?"

Jenny flips her hair back in annoyance, lips pursed and indignation flaring from her eyes. "Of course it was. We agreed to an official one-day truce, just like last time. We keep our word."

"How boring. I've never realized you were the boring one, Jenny. Isabelle is going to be thrilled." The Isabelle in question starts to respond to that, only to bite her tongue when Aisha's phone beeps and she holds up a finger. "Wait a tick, darling; I've got to take this."

Isabelle twists her head around to stare at you in disbelief as the dark-haired girl makes a big show of carefully reading through her texts. "Is she fucking serious?"

You sigh. "Of course she is, Isabelle. She sucks."

"Ha!" Aisha is clearly amused by whatever she's reading, something that looks close to a legitimate grin spreading across her face as she rattles out a response on her phone. "Oh, Max. That fucking guy. He's cancelling our plans tonight, and he's being super cagey about why. The dude's withholding intimacy. It's like he's just Googled 'Emotional **** Ten Easy Steps' and ran with the first result. Pretty goddamn cute, huh?"

Isabelle is not quite as apt at projecting emotional detachment as you are. "Fucking adorable."

"Right?" Aisha carelessly tosses her phone onto the table, leaning back again with a deeply pleased smile. "So anyways. What's all this about?"

Jenny folds her arms under her chest. "We brought you here to--"

Aisha interrupts with a pssh of amusement, bordering on scorn. "Oh, you brought me here? That's hilarious."

The cheerleader raises her eyebrows at the mocking girl. "We did."

"Oh sure. Of course you did. It was aaaaall your idea. Didn't I tell you that you'd be unable to resist meeting with me again? That'd you'd be compelled to find some excuse to bask in my presence just one more time? And now you've even brought me into one of your sanctums, which I'm sure you thought was so smart, but you have to realize was basically the stupidest thing you bimbos could have done." She leans forward, a decidedly nasty cast to her sideways grin. "What was the plan here? To bind yourselves deeper in my webs, and get all of your little minions bound up at the same time? Real good work, guys." She goes so far as to offer a mocking golf clap. "Real A-Plus Witch Shit. You fucking id--"

"Your breath stinks."

The girl's clap slows to a halt as her eyebrows furrow, Aisha taking a moment to consider that. At length, she decides she must have misheard. "What was that?"

You lean forward. "Your breath. It stinks. You've got the worst cigarette breath I've ever smelled. Try brushing your teeth sometime, you gross asshole."

Aisha flinches back at that, her cheeks turning red as her face scrunches slightly. "That's some shallow bullshit, Ashley. You don't have any right to--"

Isabelle slips down to the table as well, adjusting her glasses as she peers critically at Aisha's nose. "You've got some serious blackheads going on there. It's almost impressive that you've figured out how to have the skin of a thirteen year old girl and a seventy year old woman all at once."

Aisha sputters in fury, unable to **** out a defense of herself before Jenny drops into the chair beside her. "How would you describe your particular style? Because I think 'Offbrand Harley Quinn Costume' does the trick. Seriously, are you headed to the most basic White Girl Sorority Halloween Party ever or something? You look dumpy as fuck, girl."

Aisha's chair clatters against the ground as she bolts upright, deep maroon and seething as she snatches for her jacket. "Oh you fucking bitches. How dare you talk to me like that?! No one has had the balls to talk shit about how I look since--" She cuts short mid diatribe, still huffing with outrage even as a slow realization trickles into her eyes. "...No one has talked about me like this since...since I..."

You indulgently plop your elbows down on the table, wishing you had set up a camera or something to capture this moment forever. "Since when? Since you started mind controlling people? It's funny you mention that, because frankly I hadn't even noticed your breath before. Oh sure, I insulted your absolutely shit personality plenty, but your looks? I'm being completely honest when I say that until very recently, I thought you were maybe the hottest girl in the world. Now that I've cleared out all of your webs, though?" You pause, taking a moment to look Aisha up and down. She stiffens under your critical gaze, the color rushing out of her previously beet-red face when all you can manage is a shrug. "Eh. Not so much. You're okay."

"Bull. Shit." Aisha seems to be trying to convince herself as much as you. "I don't fucking buy it, Ashley. I burned myself into your brain. You need me."

"Nah." You shrug again. "Not since I found my purple and pale peach sunset."

Aisha blinks at you for a long moment. "...I don't know what that fucking means."

"It means that I found something that boiled you straight out of my veins, Aisha. That was the hard part. After that, it was simple to inoculate everyone else. We just had to figure out the supply issue, and that took care of itself nicely."

"Everyone else?" Aisha's eyes dart to Isabelle and Jenny, then over to where Olivia's bubble butt merrily sways as she sweeps up. "You mean...everyone?"

"Yes. Everyone."

Aisha hisses at you with all the rage of a trod-upon snake. "You fucking liar. You're obsessed with me." She raises her voice as she whips her arm around in a circle, wildly indicating the three of you and all of the mildly confused looking girls working the store. "You're all obsessed with me!"

Jenny rolls her eyes, motioning for an eager looking Isabelle to take the lead. "Actually, Aisha, there is one person here who still thinks you're pretty great." Your girlfriend twists around in her chair, calling out to Olivia. "Would you please get Billie for us?"

The owlish girl nods, hurrying off to the back as Aisha glares at Isabelle. "Who the fuck is Billie?"

"It's a new nickname. 'Guy' didn't really fit anymore." Isabelle indulges in a dark smile as the high-pitched sound of girlish whining echoes out from the back. "For obvious reasons."

Olivia returns before Aisha can work out a response, leading a protesting girl out from the backroom. She's short and sweet, shaggy bangs nearly obscuring her button nose and kissable lips. You'd been quite surprised at first that such a tall man would wind up as such a petite girl, but all of that height and all of that dick had to go somewhere, and that somewhere is the utterly obscene pair of breasts that Olivia has unsuccessfully attempted to cram into an XXXL t-shirt. The best she could manage was to shove in one enormously fat tit, which has already soaked the shirt clean through with shimmering milk. The girl has its twin gathered up ponderously in her arm, one small hand absently tugging at her massive teat. She pouts beautifully as Olivia attempts to wrangle her, either unaware or unphased by her audience. "I'm still so full though! I, like, need the milkers, 'Livia!"

Aisha silently mouths the word 'Billie?', then gasps as recognition dawns on her. "...William?"

Guy, or William, or Billie if you like, looks up at that, squealing in delight as she spots Aisha. "Omigod! Aisha! I'm soooo happy to see you! Are you gonna get milked, too?"

Isabelle raises a hand invitingly. "Offer's open, Aisha."

The Other ignores Isabelle, eyes still locked on the girl that had until very recently been her cat's paw. "...so. I guess the idiot got himself caught, then. I knew I should have put him under a deeper control. I knew it."

Jenny raises an eyebrow. "Sure you did. But you couldn't. He actually loved you, didn't he? Even without any of this mind control bullshit. Did you know each other before you got your powers or something? Were you unwilling to lose someone who was following you because they wanted to? Because we asked Billie, but she's not so great at details anymore."

Aisha flinches at that, then does her best to pivot towards nonchalance. "Whatever. I'm down one minion. That doesn't change anything."

Time to drop the hammer. "Oh, it changes everything, Aisha. Because Guy was the first person I inoculated. And now Billie is the one who handles our pesky supply issues. She's goddamn productive; she's already given us more than enough to spike all of the dairy at the Mocha Bean. The girls hit up your other haunts while we were setting up this meeting, too. Not a bad effort for her first day as a girl slash cow."

Jenny's eyes have nothing to offer but contempt for Aisha. "We'll have it in the water supply itself before long. Then all you'll be to everyone you meet is just another random girl. Nothing special. Less than that."

Isabelle pops her own shoes up on the table, perfectly mirroring Aisha's previously commanding posture. "It will be fascinating to see what happens when the inoculation gets into you, Aisha. Unless it already has, that is. I wonder: were you the first person you mind controlled into liking You? Because that seems like the only way you'd be able to do the things you've done and stay so smug about it. With that safety net gone, Aisha, I wonder how you'll sleep at night?"

Aisha has gone very pale as she slowly shakes her head. "No. That didn't happen. You haven't. You're just trying to mind screw me. I invented that shit; you can't pull it on me."

Isabelle leans forward, clearly enjoying herself. "Maybe you're right! Maybe it's a trick! OOooooooo~!"

Aisha impotently stomps her foot, eyes glistening as she yells out to the overburdened Billie. "Let's get the fuck out of here, William!"

You keep your voice conversational as you call back to the girl in question. "You can go with her if you want, Billie. Of course you can. But then you won't get milked anymore."

Billie quails at that. "Oh shit! Okay, um, then I choose getting milked. Can I go back to the milkers?" You wave your hand magnanimously, and the girl squeaks in delight. "Omigod yesss!" She manages to call back over her shoulder as Olivia ushers her into the back again. "Bye Aisha~! Come get milked with me soon, m'kay?"

With that, all three of you turn back to face Aisha, who in this moment looks very, very lost. You clear your throat and she jumps, eyes wide as she stares down at you. "That was for Buzz, you asshole. But be grateful: we've left you Max." With that, you shift away, turning your back to the dark-haired girl as you glance towards Jenny. "You've made the arrangements for tonight, right? Because we've definitely got business to take care of, but I really want to make as much of tonight as possible about cheering up Buzz. I thought maybe we'd..."

You turn back around with a raised eyebrow, glancing over the stock-still Aisha. "Oh. You're still here. You may go now."

The sound of Aisha shuffling out the door is the sweetest music you've ever heard. You can't quite call this two down, not yet. But why rain on your own parade? You're all officially one day Aisha-Free, and it feels fucking great.