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Chapter 11
by SchlockTheMonkey
Is that What Willow and Tara are getting at?
Well, not exactly...
"So I'll be frigid." The phrase hung in the air like a zepplin just before some idiot ignores the "No Smoking" sign.
"Well... not exactly," Willow said. Tara shrugged.
"Okay, then what, 'exactly?'" Amy asked.
Tara looked contrite. "All that sexual energy doesn't just dissipate. It has to go somewhere," she said.
Amy looked confused for a moment, but it didn't take long for the metaphorical hamster in her head to work up enough RPMs in her brain to catch on. "You're going to turn me into a dyke!" she shouted, a look of outrage on her face. Then remembering who she was talking to, not to mention how much she needed them right now, she winced. "Sorry," said the brunette.
"I wish there was another way--" began Tara.
"--but... rush job," finished Willow. "We don't really have time to research alternatives." She suddenly got her inspired face, which was not at all like her determined face but arguably even cuter. Tara and Xander had actually had a drunken argument on the subject just the week before, in fact. "Unless..." Amy looked hopeful. "...we tie you up in the basement, good and tight so you don't hurt yourself going through withdrawl, and gag you so you can't do any spells, while we research a better solution!" Seeing the horrified looks on the other witches' faces, Willow's own fell. "No?"
"No," said Tara firmly.
Amy sighed. "Well, anything's better than being the sex-**** of that piece of shit," Amy said. "Except the basement," she added quickly. Steeling herself like a man facing a firing squad in a 1930s adventure movie, Amy nodded once, fiercely. "Do it."
The two witches nodded, stripped down, and began jilling off furiously. Amy blushed and looked away, treasuring her last moments of heterosexuality and the gay panic that went with it. Soon Willow and Tara came simultaneously (something much easier to achieve during spell casting, in case you were wondering), and held out their hands, dripping with juices. "Suck," Tara commanded. Amy obeyed reluctantly, taking two fingers from each girl into his mouth and sucking for all she was worth. "Just pretend it's a cock," she thought to herself. "A really funny shaped, weird tasting cock."
"Potestate Sapphonis impleatur!" Tara chanted.
"Cupidinis virum liberer!" added Willow.
"Necessitatem seminis Warrenis liberer!" continued Tara.
"Necessitatem Warrenis liberer! Willow clarified.
"Catenas servitutis perpetuo removear!" shouted Tara.
"Catenas servitutis in aeternum removear!" agreed Willow.
"Voluptatem supra voluptate sciat!" they shouted together.
Anya felt a chill through her body running from her mouth to every extremity, then a sharp pain, then a warmth suffusing through her being, driving out the cold, the hurt. She suddenly felt very dizzy, falling to one knee. Slowly she shook her head, trying to clear it.
"So," Willow asked. "Are you... hungry?"
Amy considered. "I could really go for an organic salad," she finally said.
"She's cured," said Tara.
Now that Amy's as free as a three dollar bill, what do the witches plan next?
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