Ashley Price, Spooky Girl

Five minutes later you're in the backseat of an Uber with Donna, frantically dialing delivery services. You have maybe three hours left to get your shields back up to their previous strength, and there's really only one way to do that: the Saturday Ritual. Obviously, that presents some problems. One, it isn't Saturday, so the Woo Girls won't have refrained from milking themselves. Two, the ritual needs to start as soon as possible to build up enough power, and you're the only one currently available to perform a spell that you've always done as a trio. And three, trying to get anyone to deliver the dicks required for the ritual to take effect out to the boonies this late on a Friday night is proving to be an exercise in futility. It's almost a good thing that magic is mostly ineffective on elves, because otherwise there's doubt that you'd have broken down and begged Rhys to take one for the team.

Speaking of which, it looks like Donna finally got a text back from her brother. "Well?"

She responds as she furiously rattles out her reply to the prince. "Jenny and Isabelle know; they'll get away as soon as they can without raising suspicion. But it might not be until halftime."

"Fuck." Well fine, you're going to have to pull on your big girl pants and get things rolling yourself. This is like the first time ever you've been annoyed that Boy Ash wasn't available; unlike you, he was equipped for the part of the ritual you most dearly lack. As things stand, you're going to hope that this driver is down to clown. You pop your head over the passenger side seat, sizing up the stocky young man. "So hey, weird question: are you single?"

The river reacts the way literally any straight man would react to that question from you, namely to turn bright red and begin babbling. "I, um, yes? I've never-I mean, not never but well, uh, sorta never, I mean it's just-"

You cut him off before he accidentally swallows his own tongue and spins the car out. Getting into a fatal accident due to sloppy use of your own sexiness would be fitting capstone to the night, but one you'd rather avoid. "Okay cool. Want to stick round when you drop us off? You can even keep the meter running!"

He immediately nods as quickly as he can, the car picking up speed as you race down the empty road towards the Vargas-Holt compound. Ugh, this is definitely going to be the most money ever spent to get a regular guy to fuck a bunch of smoking hot babes in the history of the world. At least you won't have to bribe him to drive faster.

"Um, hey?"

You shoot a glance back at the driver, the heavy-set boy nervously fiddling with his hat as you briskly lead him towards the Vargas-Holt barn. "Yeah?"

"This isn't, uh...some sort of **** plot, is it? You guys aren't gonna chop me up or whatever, right?"

Oh God he's right this is absolutely how **** plots go down. You're pretty sure your mom chopped up some guys in a scene exactly like this in Face Taker 2. Luckily Donna is at hand help him relax with her infectious cheer. She immediately gives the young man a friendly clap on the back, favoring him with a peppy wink. "No way, dude! We promise!"

Okay, well there was no reason for that to work as well as it did, but you are absolutely not going to complain about a low-effort success right now. And any lingering doubts the driver may have had are blasted clear out of his head when you throw open the doors to reveal that Nirvana that awaits him. He nearly chokes as he takes in the sight of the Woo Girls lounging about in their sleepwear, a veritable feast of giggling girl and pillowy cleavage laid out before him. You let him boggle and stammer for the moment, scanning room as you try to to figure out how this is going to work. You're gonna have to assign as many girls as possible to milking duty, just to get close to the amount of power you need. But how the hell are you going to produce the fuel for all of those cows with just one dude? You'd hoped that maybe today's delivery guys would still be here, but it looks like the girls did brunch today. They fucking love brunch, and it may wind up being your doom.

Then, salvation appears. You let out a hiss of triumph; that's fucking right! Buzz had her date tonight! And the two lovebirds are still here, snuggled up on on the couch indulging in a bit of smooching. That's exactly the stroke of luck you needed; maybe you'll be able to get through this after all. You urgently wave them over, the punky girl and her giant-dicked boyfriend hurrying to join the crowd that's gathered around you. "Girls, I know this is very sudden, but we've got a big problem and we really need your help."

The Woo Girls murmur in concern, Curls nervously twisting her hair. "What's wrong?"

"There's no time; I'll have to fill you in later. Right now we need to start an emergency Ritual; do you girls think you can handle that?"

That starts them chattering anew, though the ever-dependable Ringlets raises her voice above the din. "Um, Hime and me haven't milked ourselves since this morning! We were saving up for tomorrow, but we should still have plenty for tonight instead!"

Bless those wonderfully milky angels. "Okay, I need Bangs, Buzz, the Twins and the boys to stay here. Donna, give me your phone and then go help the other girls get set up in their stations!" The elf gives you a determined salute passing her device off and hurrying away, the girls already stripping off their pajama tops and massaging their plump breasts to try and stimulate a bit of extra production. You take a steadying breath, then turn back to the skeleton crew that leaves you with. "Buzz, this is going to take a lot more magic than I normally have, so I need you to help keep me topped off. Okay?"

The girl balls up her fists and nods resolutely. "Of course!"

You point to Twin One and Twin Also One, motioning them towards Buzz's boyfriend. "You two go with him; you always produce more fuel when you do the whole twin thing."

The lanky delivery guy hesitates slightly as he glances at Buzz, though judging by the way he's already tenting his incredibly loose sweatpants he's not entirely opposed to the idea. "Is that okay?"

Buzz gives him an incredulous look, shooing him on. "What? Yes, of course! Go help! Go fuck my friends!"

That just leaves Bangs and the Uber guy. You draw the two of them close, the husky man so blindsided by all of this insanity that he's one hundred percent rolling with it at this point. "Bangs. You know that for the usual Ritual, it takes six couples to produce the fuel for six cows, right?" The slinky girl nods, a serious look in her normally mischievous eyes. "Well tonight, we need two and a half couples to somehow produce enough fuel for nine cows, and still somehow wind up with as good a result. And that is why I specifically asked for you to stay. Because, and trust me when I say this, you are the single best person at fucking that I have ever met." Bangs takes in a deep breath at that, and you're confident that if in that moment you'd asked her to jump into a volcano, she'd have done so without a moment's thought. "Bangs, this is..." You glance back at the driver. "Uh, what was your name?"

"Um, Doug."

"This is Doug. I need you to fuck him better than anyone has ever been fucked in the history of fucking. Can you do it?"

The woo girl grabs her giddy-looking partner's hand and marches off without another word, the driver's cry as he's dragged away to a heaven on Earth trailing after him. "Thank you so muuuuuch...!"

With everything in place, you allow yourself a moment to rub at your throbbing temple. This has been a trying goddamn night. You let out a short breath when Buzz lightly begins to massage your shoulders, softly murmuring to you in concern. "Will you be okay, Ashley?"

She's such a fucking sweetheart. You nod, gratefully slipping a hand over hers before offering her an apologetic smile. "Yes, definitely. I'm so sorry I interrupted your date."

Buzz smiles back. "Don't be. Friends help each other."

What more can you say to that? You give her hand a squeeze, then flip open Donna's phone. Thankfully you'd already worked out the trickiest part. Namely, how to complete a ritual that requires three separate tones with only one voice. You take in a deep breath, then hit record on the phone and begin to chant. Immediately you feel the power being drawn through your body from the ends of your toes and out through your mouth, though with just one voice the rumbling intonation merely echoes through the barn. You keep recording Isabelle's tone as long as you can, forcing out the chant until you've squeezed every last drop of your power. Then you break off with a gasp, woozily hit stop on the recording, and turn back to Buzz.

The punky Woo Girl has already pulled up her fishnet top and freed her huge, pale breasts from her sports bra, droplets of ivory milk beading off of her throbbing nipples. No time for decorum, you're on a clock here. You quickly wrap an arm around Buzz's waist and draw her close, bending over to catch a needy teat in your mouth and suckle with everything you've got. You're immediately rewarded with a gush of Buzz's magical milk, shivering as she coos softly to you and gently rubs your back. Oh God she tastes so fucking good, lightly sweet and floral and revitalizing. She tastes like how you feel when you watch a video of a big old dog and a kitten who are best friends. You gulp down mouthful after mouthful of the girl's enchanted nectar, your fatigue washing away as you feel yourself gradually refilling with power. Eventually you're completely recharged, and you release her nipple with a gasp. Then, taking only a moment to give yourself a full body shake, you pull out your phone and begin recording another chant.

This time, after a few moments of intonation, you shift your pitch up to Jenny's note. You again hold on to the chant for as long as you have power to spend, reeling from the effort of it when you finally run dry. Christ, this is fucking tough. You've got no time to feel sorry for yourself though, immediately bending down to latch on to Buzz's other breast. You cringe even as you slurp down the girl's rejuvenating milk, your whole body stressed and strained as you **** yourself full of magic yet again. Fuuuck, this feels like trying to get through a workout without the proper stretches. You wobble briefly when you finally drain Buzz and straighten back up, the girl steadying you with concern in her eyes. Somehow you manage to give her a disarming smile before pulling out the two phones, hitting play on both recordings, and then starting up your chant for a third time.

Now, as the two phones drone out Isabelle and Jenny's parts, you modulate your pitch down to your usual tone. And to your deep relief, the magical words immediately flow out of your mouth and the recordings to form the mystical tapestry of the Saturday Ritual. Your shoulders slump in relief as you surrender to the power pouring out of you, letting Buzz worry about keeping you upright as you simply focus on finishing the chant. At length the final tone slips out to flutter away, completely emptying you of magic as the power gathers at the roof of the barn to continue circulating throughout the room.

You can already hear the blissful grunts and moos coming from the milking room, so it's at least somewhat working. You blearily shift your head towards the couples; they must be getting things done then, right? Sure enough, the Twins have Buzz's boyfriend's bigger than ever cock squeezed between their marshmellowy boobs, a fountain of fuck energy pouring off of them as they give him the titfuck of a lifetime. And Bangs, good God Bangs. You've never seen someone shift through so many positions, so fluidly and so sensually. One moment she's sprawled out on the ground, breasts wobbling and back arched in ecstasy as the driver pounds into her with wild abandon. And then you blink and she's flipped him over, the thick young man gasping in disbelieving pleasure as she holds one of his legs between her arms and straddles herself over his obviously enlarged dick, using him like a living dildo. She really is the Goddess of Fucking.

And you...are really goddamn tired. You smile dizzily at Buzz, the worried girl putting a cooling hand to your cheek as she says something you don't quite hear. Better say something reassuring to her; this all went as well as it possibly could have and she was no small part of that.

Whoops, scratch that. You're gonna pass out instead. Your last thoughts as you slip forward, Buzz catching you in time for your face to smoosh into her soft bosom, is that she really is a sweet girl, and how glad you are you have friends who help each other.

You have no idea how much later it is when you wake up, though judging by the chorus of sex noises and moo-cow squeals still warbling in the background it can't have been much more than an hour or two. You're momentarily surprised to find your head has been shifted from the welcoming embrace of Buzz's breasts to the soft pillow of someone's lap. You weakly rub at your eyes, the smiling face of Isabelle soon coming into focus above you. "Hey. It seems like you've been busy."

Carefully swallowing, you try to sit upright, only for Isabelle's concerned shushes and your own screaming limbs to veto that decision. You swallow again, then manage to mumble something out. "Sorry I had to suck on Buzz's tiddy. Was the only way."

To your relief, your girlfriend seems to find your admission terribly amusing. "Yes, I know. She already told me. She made me a card."

You have to laugh at that, finally feeling up to struggling into a seated position. Now that your vision has fully settled, it's clear that Buzz and Donna must have moved you to the back office. You still lean heavily against Isabelle, who wraps her arms around you and holds you as tightly as you ever remember her having done so before. "Well now that it's done, I can admit that I am really, really surprised that this worked."

"No kidding." Jenny steps through the doorway, cracking open a sports drink for you. You accept it gratefully, though judging by her stern expression she isn't about to be as gentle with you as Isabelle was. "You can't make unilateral decisions like this, Ash. What if something happened to you? Or the girls?"

You sheepishly sip from the bottle as Isabelle runs her fingers through your hair, her tone much softer but no less reproachful. "She's right, Ash. When we got here, and saw that you were ****, we were afraid the worst had happened."

They're right. You lower your bottle, meeting Jenny's admonitory glare with sincerity. "I'm sorry. I won't try to run off on my own again; I swear it."

Jenny's eyes soften, and then she sniffs and tries to hide her glistening eyes by rubbing her arm across them. Then she visibly steels herself again and sits down beside you and Isabelle. "Okay. Do we have any idea why this happened? Why did your runes get weaker?"

You've had absolutely zero time to think about it, but luckily it seems that your brilliant girlfriend has the matter well in hand. "I think I do. It's Totemic."

"The football team is?"

Isabelle nods. "Yes, think about it. The school is completely covered by Ash's runes, right? In effect, it's our territory. And that makes the school's football team our football team."

Jenny furrows her brow, slowly nodding. "Okay...so, you're saying what? The football team's victories and losses are symbolically our victories and losses? If that were true, why wouldn't the runes have fluctuated during any of the other school sporting events? The cross country team is doing pretty well. And Sophie Von Groff won that big statewide tennis tournament, didn't she?"

"Sure, and maybe they did a little? But none of those events are as ceremonial as the football games, are they? Think about it: two teams facing off head to head on a battlefield, the whole school gathering in a big screaming crowd, you and I and the other cheerleaders leading them through a hundred rituals designed to somehow bolster the home team...we literally have a guy dressed up as our totemic animal, cavorting around to whip the mob into a frenzy. I don't think there is any other way of looking at it.

"So you're saying that every week, Quinn Foley is going to go out there and get sacked, over and over. And every single time we're going to get weaker." Isabelle nods, and Jenny presses a hand to her forehead. "Fuck."

"It's not just his fault, you know. Our offensive line is useless this year. They crumble like paper." You only vaguely understand what an offensive line is, but you still nod along in support of your girlfriend. "I get that Quinn has absolutely zero confidence out there, but maybe if he wasn't constantly being blitzed he'd be able to pull himself together. And what's up with David Wright? I know for a fact that I healed his sprained ankle."

"I can answer that one." Donna appears leaning against the doorframe, waggling the phone she retrieved while you were blacked out at you. "I was texting Kara Donovan who'd heard from Joanna Morales who's broken up with but still talks to Jordan Pugh who's best friends with Jamal Malcolm? Jamal says that David has already agreed to help with lighting stuff for the fall play. Isn't he dating Leslie Dickinson now? I'd bet anything he's faking his injury to get out of playing football."

Oh shit, that sort of makes sense. You definitely knew that David was always somewhat ambivalent towards being on the team, and had no intention of continuing on with it after graduation. It wouldn't surprise you at all to learn that he'd only stuck with it due to the pressure of being the 'star player'. Of not letting down the people who hoped he could carry the team on his shoulders, even if he'd rather be doing something else. Plus, he's absolutely head over heels for Leslie. This 'injury' might have struck him as the perfect opportunity to spend his senior year in a manner of his choosing, rather than the one others wanted for him.

Jenny isn't fully convinced yet. "But if he's faking a season-ending injury, wouldn't he need a doctor to go along with it?"

Well you've got the answer to that one. "David's mom is a doctor, and she has never been thrilled about him playing football. I'm absolutely certain that if he asked her, she'd go along with this."

That's finally enough for Jenny. "Well, I don't think we can **** him to play if he really doesn't want to. So our only options are to find a way to improve Quinn and the offensive line, or figure out how to buffer against their loses every single week?" She thinks about it for a moment, chewing on her lower lip. "I think I may have an idea for the offensive line, but with the girls tapped for this week I couldn't manage it until next Saturday at the earliest. Does any one have any thoughts on Quinn?"

You nod over another sip of your drink. "I'll talk to him as soon as I can; we've got a pretty solid rapport. Maybe I can figure it out. But in the meantime, we've got to find a way to bolster our defenses. I'd suggest just unwarding a big section of the town, we're at war now. Anywhere we're unshielded is a place so we can expect constant attack. And I have no doubts that Gal is going to keep testing our defenses, to see how weak we've become. I'd guess that unless we can generate at least two Ritual's worth of power every week, she's going to blast through the runes before very long."

Isabelle seems to have anticipated that, a resolved look in her eyes. "I agree. We can't survive with the resources we currently have. That's why I think we should use the List. Immediately." Jenny starts at that, clearly not expecting this from Isabelle. But when you both share a glance, you silently come to the same conclusion: if Isabelle is making this suggestion, then she's clearly thought about it long and hard and come to the conclusion that there truly is no other option. So you both just nod, and she seems grateful for your support. "Just...let me handle the details, okay? We'll get started first thing tomorrow."

Well now you really do need to get your rest tonight. Because if you are cracking open the List tomorrow? Then there is no chance things are going to get any more restful from here on out.