The sisters plot

Nicole lay asleep on the bed, naked body strewn atop the rather rumpled covers. The enchanted underwear was... somewhere. Waverly eyed her girlfriend, thoughtful.

It had been a couple of weeks since this whole... thing had started. Some crazed Purgatory cult had declared Nicole a chosen one, which seemed to have no ill-effects beyond making Nicole unable to wear anything that wasn't one very particular enchanted outfit - bright pink, revealing bra and panties, elbow-length gloves, knee-high boots.

It wasn't something that was particularly suited for wearing in public. Even less so, given some side-effect to the enchantment, being that it was some holy garment for the cult's weird sex goddess, was making Nicole even more breathtaking attractive than she already was.

There was a reason Nicole was naked and exhausted on the bed, Waverly reflected, a slight blush rising in her cheeks. It had been a good few weeks. They'd manage to shake up the homestead to be a suitable home for Calamity Jane, Nicole's cat, and made the move - which really seemed to drive home for Nicole that this state of affairs was going to last.

Wynonna extricated herself from under the sheets, carefully not disturbing Nicole. Waverly watched her, still slightly disbelieving.

Right, that was the other part of this whole new arrangement. Nicole being attractive when she had on the cult's garment wasn't exclusive to Waverly, and it was hard to object to much of anything when under its spell. Waverly supposed she should've had more of a reaction to sharing her girlfriend with her sister - she, like Wynonna, would firmly blame that on the garment, and would firmly ignore the fact that it had happened several times with the underwear in a different room.

Waverly still stared fondly at the sleeping redhead, as Wynonna came up beside her.

"God, you're sappy," Wynonna said.

"Says the cuddler," Waverly said.

"We won't talk about that," Wynonna said.

She cleared her throat.

"You know she still thinks we're searching for a solution to this?" Wynonna said.

"Yeah," Waverly said. Her voice went up in pitch a little. "I don't like lying to her. But how are we meant to tell her we gave up? There's probably no hope."

"Probably," Wynonna said. She paused. "Y'know, we could say that for certain if we'd ever tried."

Waverly blushed. "I didn't really want to."

"Me neither," Wynonna admitted. She looked back into the bedroom. "Is nice. In a few ways."

Waverly went red again.

She was naked too, for the time being - an informal dress code had been set up around the homestead, officially to make Nicole feel more comfortable, unofficially because it made other things much easier. The simple fact of being seen naked wasn't so embarrassing when it was just the three of them, especially given she dressed whenever she headed out.

It was the latter prospect that seemed to bother Nicole the most - she could appreciate the upsides of the situation like any of them, but she was a little upset at being confined to the homestead lest the whole town see her naked.

"Do you think it's the spell making us think that?" Waverly said.

Wynonna coughed.

"Wynonna?" Waverly said.

"Okay, full disclosure, I did do a bit of digging," Wynonna said.

Waverly gasped.

"Not to undo it!" Wynonna said quickly. "Just curiosity, if... this is down to it."

She gestured to the two of them. Waverly bit her lip.

"And?" Waverly said.

"The cult's whole thing is having the chosen one be nude, or in that sacred garment mojo," Wynonna said. "So, yeah, people that have been whammied are strongly urged to not get the chosen one any clothes. So, no, we physically couldn't help her, even if we wanted to."

"And the... rest?" Waverly said.

"No mention," Wynonna said. Her cheeks coloured slightly. "This is all us. So hey, I guess some things run in the family."

Waverly quickly looked away, not wanting to meet Wynonna's eyes. Nicole shifted in her sleep.

"Really, you're too shy to look at me now?" Wynonna said. "Kinda late."

Waverly bit her lip. She looked back, a little hesitant.

"Did mention one other thing," Wynonna said. "When it comes to the chosen one's, ahem, partners, not only won't we want to help her get dressed, but... look, the book put it in this pretentious 'share Huraine's light' phrasing so I've only got my best guess."

"I don't want to share her!" Waverly said quickly. She blushed. "Well, not with everyone."

"I don't think it means like that," Wynonna said. "I figure we'd have felt the urge to by now if it was. But... I'm going to be a sap for a moment and I'm swearing you to silence."

"Pinky promise," Waverly said playfully, offering her finger. Wynonna rolled her eyes.

"Sure. Whatever," Wynonna said. She breathed out. "She's kinda hot."

"That's you being a sap?" Waverly said.

"I was gonna say gorgeous," Wynonna said. "Chickened out."

Waverly's attention drifted again. She mumbled an agreement, staring at Nicole. Gorgeous was the word, especially when she was naked.

"Doesn't it feel a bit wrong to keep that view to ourselves?" Wynonna said. "Sure, her in that magic bikini-whatever, that's all ours, but her like that? Honest-to-god chosen one, hot-as-anything Haught. That view, acting like it's all ours, it's like we've got the end to world hunger in here and we're keeping it locked up."

At the back of Waverly's brain, gears turned, comparing the concepts of ending world hunger to seeing her girlfriend's boobs. It seemed about the same, she decided.

"So you think we should share that?" Waverly said.

"Don't you?" Wynonna said.

"I... think it's fair," Waverly said. She smiled fondly. "She'd be glad to get out the homestead, eventually."

"So instead of fussing over how to get her wearing anything normal," Wynonna said, "We focus on getting a way to get her outside and share the sight of her with the town?"

"I like that plan," Waverly said. She beamed as she said it. "Wow, something really kinda felt incomplete until we decided on that. Or is it just me?"

"Nah, I know what you mean," Wynonna said. She sighed. "If it's creepy curse stuff, at least it's not making us do anything bad."

On the bed, Nicole stirred. She murmured something; the two Earp sisters looked at each other.

"Tomorrow?" Waverly said quickly. Wynonna chuckled.

"Sure baby girl, tomorrow," Wynonna said.

And together, they went back to bed.