Interlude III: L.A. Life Coven On The Case.

11:35am Sunny Day Mall. 3rd Floor. Flexible Conference Room Space. Suites 19-27

Sunny Day Mothers' and Fathers' Pregnant Yoga Society Annual Meeting.

Within the sprawling expanse of Sunny Day Mall, a set of conference rooms sat unassumingly amongst the other commercial offerings, hiding in plain sight. A notice outside read, "Sunny Day Mothers' and Fathers' Pregnant Yoga Society Annual Meeting," it was a simple but effective guise for the true gathering hidden within.

These rooms would typically be staged with corporate greys and the sterile click of PowerPoint presentations, but today, they witnessed a more ancient form of assembly. The space was now a sanctuary for the mystical arts, measuring each breath with the cadence of otherworldly intent.

Today, far removed from the shoppers' idle curiosity though intimately involving them, the L.A Life Coven of Life Witches and Wizards convened to continue their Breeding Day ritual.

Eight pregnant witches, members of the Life Coven, clothed in white robes, sat cross legged in the centre of the main room; their eyes closed in deep concentration. They formed an unbreakable circle, their joined hands creating a vessel to collect the ambient Life Energy seeping through the walls. A profound stillness cocooned them as they absorbed the energies of the mall into their pregnant wombs.

In the centre of the ring there were dozens and dozens of Breeding Day Passes.

On the outside the circle around this maternal nexus and positioned with precision at the cardinal directions, four Life Wizards, Ritual Baby-Daddys, sat cross-legged and naked.

Each of the four men had two additional pregnant Life Witches, their favourite baby-mommas also naked, attending to them. Large, healthy breasts brushed the Baby-Daddys backs, and arms and cheeks. Each of the baby-mommas was lovingly and expertly stroking their baby-daddy's penises, fingers and thumbs working rhythmically over erect cocks while whispering sweet nothings into their mens' ears, distracting them from the intensity of the moment. Periodically one of the men would moan in pleasure as they were brought to climax, his seed spilling onto a match-stick minature representation of a quarter of the Sunny Day Mall. The North section, in front of the Babby-Daddy that sat at the North part of the circle, the East section of the minature in front of the Baby-Daddy sitting at the East and so on.

The East and West Baby-Daddys were there to ensure the outer male circle was complete but they had no specific role. But the North and South Baby-Daddys had ritual tasks to complete.

To the North, the Ritual Baby-Daddy was assigned the position of Ritual Overseer. His task was to quietly monitor the flows of magic adulterating the commercial air, his earnest gaze fixed upon his section of the scale model of the mall.

The South was held by the Ascertainer, a wizard well-versed in the subtleties of mystical troubleshooting. He waited with patience, ready to address any anomalies that might rise, surveying his quarter of the miniaturized shopping complex, synthesizing the energies of boutiques and eateries into the grand fabric of their spellwork.

The ritual had been going on since dawn and by now the matchstick miniatures of the four quarters of the mall were absolutely dripping with semen.

Strictly speaking the miniatures were not necessary for the ritual, they were part of an older rite. But High Life Coven Witch, Glinda respected the old ways. Heavily pregnant she was sublime in her maternal form. She stood outside of the ritual circle and was directing the choreography of this hidden symphony.

In this sacred confluence of the old and the new, the witches and wizards of the L.A. Life Coven wove their enchantment, and believed their intentions pure and fiercely bright. As the magic stirred, it infused the mall's very structure, inciting unseen bonds and fanning the kindling of attraction, being felt by all within its wide embrace.

Despite the power and experience of these seasoned practioners of Life Magic, a Breeding Day ritual was not immune to the fickle threads of chaos that often accompany grand designs. Things were not going entirely smoothly.

The Overseer sitting on the North point took a deep breath as his two baby-mommas, beautiful and pleasantly chubby Tongan ladies that he had been devoted to for a decade, massaged his balls and his cock’s helmet.

“High Witch, we have an issue. A massive concentration of Life Energy is building on the 6th Floor of the Mall. It is building faster than this ritual or our members out in the mall can absorb.”

Glinda pursed her lips. By itself such a build up of energy wasn’t a problem, a few independent sorcerers and sorceresses, would be created, and the L.A Life Coven could absorb the energy over the course of the day. But it was always a little dangerous to have an accumulation of raw magical power left hanging. Who knew what other less benign magic users could use it to their advantage?

“I thought the 6th floor was due to be virtually empty on the weekend?” she enquired,"it is general office space, not retail?”

“It would appear that there are dozens, perhaps a couple of hundred, mortals in that area and most of them are fertile and of child breeding age.”

Glinda glanced towards the South point of the ritual circle, her expression one of askance.

At the South point, the Ritual Ascertainer indicated for one of his baby-momma’s to hand him his phone. The lovely strawberry blonde woman gave him the device not once ceasing from her-intimate attentions. A second later he was browsing the Internet for details. The Ascertainer had around him all kinds of helpful magical items that could aid him in answering any question, a silver scrying bowl, a crystal ball and a note pad that gave true answers to any question written in it. But sometimes Google just did it better. The Ascertainer enhanced his natural enquiry with a few cantrips that made it easier for him to gather information from any source.

“Wet “N” Antics. Aquatic leisure and lifestyle manufacturer and supplier. Japanese company, blah da blah…Hmmm…There’s some articles in the FT and WSJ….,” he muttered, “cross referencing with Sunny Day Mall records….Oh dear.” the Ascertainer said with a frown.

“What?” said Glinda sharply.

“It appears that Wet "N" Antics transferred a large cohort of young female staff from Japan to the US two years ago. Some bright idea about cultural integration by the owner Hiroshi Nakamura. It appears they will soon be transferred back, but in the meantime from what I can gather from some internal Sunny Day Mall records, the company is using the office every weekend for the next two months.”

Glinda frowned slightly. This could turn from an issue into a problem.

Breeding Day rituals were normally carried out in large open spaces with plenty of people who were strangers. This allowed for the unwitting members of the public to focus merely on the act of making babies based on who they found attractive. Corporate offices were not generally favoured by Life Covens. The concentration of competitive energy in such proximity began to warp the soft tendrils of the charm. Rivalrous banter was amplified to feverish pitches, and the playful jostling for rank soon bordered on the aggressive, spurred on by the unseen **** that the ritual had intended to be tender, uniting and anonymous.

“I apologise for overlooking this during the ritual preparation High Witch...” the Ascertainer began.

Glinda smiled, “don’t worry Nigel,” she said not unkindly. “I suspect some potentially magical shenanigans have occurred to distract us from this detail, this reeks of Trickster Breeder Witch or Wizard doing.”

“Those slutty interlopers”, Glinda thought with irritation. “Almost definitely.” No doubt they were already in the mall and cloaked in the guise of innocent Saturday strollers. They had likely manipulated things to ensure the LA Life Coven conveniently forgot to check that the 6th floor was going to be empty. And then they could create the perfect opportunity to engineer an unexpected surge of magic and descend upon it, siphoning its threads for their own mischievous intents.

Glinda could live with this piggy-backing off her own ritual. Trickster Breeder Witches and Wizards were still Life Mages after all (albeit with different ways of manipulating Life Energy). Still, Glinda made a mental note that she would have to ensure she caught a couple and have one of her baby-daddy’s get them nice and pregnant as a lesson not to meddle.

She smirked remembering seven years ago, the last time she had caught a Trickster Breeder Witch trying to pull one of her stunts in the L.A. Life Coven territory. Glinda had been only a few weeks pregnant with a baby at that time so could be somewhat more athletic in teaching the interloper a lesson.

They’d then bred her and inducted the meddling prankster into Glinda’s favourite baby-daddy’s harem, converting her from Trickster Breeder Witch to the true path of Life Coven Witch.

“There is something else High Witch,” the Overseer said. Glinda sighed. When it rained it poured.

“Yes?” she asked.

“I can sense the skeins of fate and magic within the 6th floor. I sense that a couple of hours ago, a Prude, self-appointed guardian of moral sanctity, seized one of the Breeding Passes, and cut it in half in an attempt to impose control and stop the Breeding. She was unsuccessful and has been bred.”

Glinda said nothing but her expression hardened. The ritual desecration, no matter how unwittingly, of a Breeding Pass had the potential to open a rift in the magical fabric the L.A Life Coven had woven. Where once there was merely the energy of life and attraction, there now loomed the potential for darker, more volatile magic. A magic that could birth obsessions and sow a lust not for sex but for domination.

High Witch Glinda, reached out with her mind, magically riding the Overseer’s train of thought, sensing what he sensed.

Yes, there it was…

Her pregnant body tensed, the life within her kicking. Glinda felt the subtle tremors of aberration ripple through the enchanted threads they had cast. Her eyes shot open, a piercing gaze sweeping the room as she sought to locate the source of the disturbance.

"Protect the spell!" her voice boomed, commanding those within to rally their forces and shore up the enchantment's foundation.

The pregnant witches in the circle channelling their energies in unison to mend the frayed edges of their magic. Meanwhile the Baby-Daddy wizards, each aligned with the cardinal points, scrambled to reassess their quadrants of the mall's scale model. They worked frantically to harmonize the energies, their hands deftly rearranging the pieces of the diorama, their incantations **** to restore balance, whilst their baby-mommas worked hard to jack them off and feed the additional magic needed.

Glinda realised she might need to become more directly involved with the ongoings of Sunny Day Mall than she had intended when she had selected it for a Breeding Day.