Spoiled Magic

Following the streets and alleys, you and your sister made your way from The Extra Ordinary down to the coast of Vulzesh. Passing along the ports, you see ships having freshly arrived over night already unloading their wares, or other ships taking on goods to prepare to make weigh. You smiled at the Sailors that took a glance you way. While many of them weren't attractive in the face, they had strong frames and proportions that made up the difference. These men were vital to the city, and to your line of work. You think quietly of the young Ensign you escorted to bed last night, and the sex you had while you were there. There's a sort of thrill for you with first-timers like him. He couldn't perform well, but there was a thrill for you in that everything felt good to him. He'd be chasing that feeling for a long time, until he can get better. You hope he's able to get back to his ship quickly, whichever it is, and that he doesn't face any scrutiny for his absence. After all, his more senior officers put him up to it, and compensated you for the trouble. These Sailors were vital to the city, and to the wellbeing of you and your boss Harlihn.

As you walked by the boats, looking for some fresh fruit for breakfast, you heard the distinctive whistling of a catcaller. You turned to hear the hoots and hollars of other men ahead of you, unsure who started the commotion. Playfully, you nudged your sister.

"Must be calling out for you" you joked

"Hardly. They all already know you." She smiled back.

"Well, what do you say to upping the stakes a bit, giving them more to see?"

"This early in the day?" Bethany asked in fake outrage "Of course"

Raising your hands, you use your latent energy to cast a spell, that of a sorcerer. As blue tendrils quickly swirl around you both, your attire dissipates entirely. You can still feel it on you, but it vanished, leaving nothing of you or your sister Bethany's body to imagination. Seeing you and your twin in the nude raised the attention to an outright uproar of men of all types clamoring to get a view and make their approval known. As the calls rose in volume, you went even one step further, grabbing your plump tits and playing with them for their amusement. Some of the rowdier sailors tried returning the favor, removing their members from their pants for your delight. As you passed by one particularly large ship, you had even seen a few trying to gundeck their tasks and leave their ship in order to pursue you further. They were detained by their officers, and it was quickly becoming evident that the situation needed to be controlled for work to still be done.

Proud of the ruckus you made, the two of you continued along, reaching the sandy beach of the city. As you two were out of earshot, Bethany slightly cajoled you.

"Not exactly the behavior of a Pathfinder or great hero, using magic like that"

"Oh come on" You had a slight case of irritance in your voice "Don't be like that. It's all in good fun. You know I never asked for any of this."

"Ya, I know" Beth looked behind you both for a moment "and you know that I did, once. And that there's a lot of other people who would trade places with you, and use whatever magic it is you have to better use than rousing a bunch of horny men."

"you're starting to sound like dad, you know? It's never bothered you before. You've gained from it as much as I have. Having a sister with magic helped keep the bullies back."

"I know" Beth relented "I don't know what's gotten into me. It's just, I wonder some times, how long are we going to let ourselves be this way?"

"Surely we can survive one more day, right?"

"Ya, you're right Tiffany. Forget I mentioned it" As you both walked along the sandy beach, her words had caused you to reflect a little on your past. Bethany was of course right to a point. It had been a long time since you used your sorcerous magic to actually productive ends, or tried to expand your knowledge of it. You had been able to cast spells since a teenager, doing it accidentally to fend you and Bethany off from an attacker with bigoted hatred against Tieflings like you two. Since than, it's come in handy frequently, though often for you and her to cause mischief; typically harmless. Many would use your powers to go be an adventurer and help people. You're sure that just as many would use their powers for more selfish, even destructive means. You're not hurting anyone, other than the rare person who attacks you or a friend and has it coming to them, so you've been able to justify your behavior to yourself, and to most others. Your dad was a different story. Thankfully, he wasn't here.

You heard a loud call from behind you, which snapped you out of your introspection. It was your sister's boyfriend, Allanathras, and a friend of his, whose name you couldn't recall.

"Hey, Beth, Tiff" he called "fancy seeing you two here" the two of you stopped, allowing them to both catch up "Was wondering if it would be okay if we joined you two ladies on such a nice, romantic morning"

Quietly, you knew exactly what he was alluding to. The bulge in his trousers made that clear. You didn't particularly care for him, but it wasn't your call to make.