Intermission - Fernanda’s thoughts.

Fernanda wasn’t lying when she told Oliver that she wasn’t sure if she was feeling anything at all after he told her about the magic stuff. It was an idea so out there that she wasn’t sure what to think, or if to even believe it.

How likely was it that everyone was in on it and they were just pranking her? Oliver showed her that thing with the door, but there had to be normal ways to prevent a door from closing or magicians pulling rabbits out of their hats would hold all the power in the world. No, somehow those six girls were better proof that something more supernatural was happening.

Fernanda got home, threw herself on her bed and groaned into a pillow.

Okay, so of course polyamorous relationships exist. They might not be common, but they exist and to each their own. That said… Six women and a single man? Not to mention… she hadn’t really questioned it a lot until now. At most she wondered how they made it work, but no more than that. Only now she was realizing that, yeah, it wasn’t normal. Was that magic, too?

Honestly, Fernanda’s mind drifted to the inner workings of the magic, if such a thing really existed. Did it have rules? What was it field by? Did people cast spells or was it just something magic users did on a whim? Oliver had written something that looked like runes, so was that how it worked or was that only one system? If magic existed, then were there more people who could use magic? Likely. As an enthusiast of fantasy stories, she couldn’t help but ask herself these questions.

But because she had read and watched plenty of fantasy stories with lots of magic, she really did have to ask herself… Was any sort of mind control involved here?

Oliver said his powers were mostly sexual in nature. What did that mean, exactly? her brain said it was a dangerous question, but… Fernanda wanted to know. What could he do with those powers? Could he… make his thing grow to a ridiculous size? Could he make a woman’s chest grow? Or maybe it was just something as simple as making sex feel really good?

He said his powers may or may not have had something to do with the other girls being willing to share a boyfriend. So maybe there WAS some sort of mind-play at work?

Fernanda quickly sat up on her bed, eyes wide. Was she under some sort of spell, then!? Was that why she didn’t feel put off by all this stuff?

“...”

She couldn’t bring herself to believe it. Really, she couldn’t imagine it. The way the girls talked didn’t give any hints that that was the case. Thomas and Isabelle also knew, as did Oliver’s mom. And the way he told her about it was so nonchalant, too. She couldn’t bring herself to believe Oliver was the type to do this sort of thing, but it wasn’t like she knew him all that well.

Fernanda got off the bed and took off her party clothes. Then, as she stood in her underwear, she looked at herself in the full-body mirror. She grimaced and pursed her lips as she ran her hands up her curves.

She was… attractive, right? Fernanda cupped her chest. Her boobs were big, too. If she compared herself to the other girls, she had a very similar body type. She was shorter than Diana but taller than the others. Oliver said he liked her, but was it only because he liked her body? It had been like that with other guys, and… it wasn’t like there were many other reasons to like her.

She clicked her tongue and shook her head hard, making her long hair fly all over the place. Her doctor had advised to avoid thinking like that. He said he understood it was hard, but that going down that road was a spiral pit.

How about… looking at it another way? Oliver liked her. He liked her because… because she was hot. Yes. Fernanda was hot. She liked her own body, that much she could say. She had a nice figure that she worked hard to keep, watching what she ate and exercising regularly. That consistency and diligence over the years that also bled into her drawing practice was the one thing she was genuinely proud of. So… was it really so terrible if someone liked her for her body? Maybe it wasn’t… so long as it wasn’t the only thing.

Fernanda narrowed her eyes and saw the shift in the mirror. She decided to ask yet another question. Why did she like Oliver? He was cute, yes. He had a strong body, too. And the way he played guitar, especially with his cat at his side… it made her heart throb. But above everything else was the short time they worked together at the coffee shop.

For a long time, Fernanda looked up to Oliver for being everything she wanted to be. Competent, reliable, skilled in the arts, good with people. Then, when they started working together, she worried she’d get in his way or that he’d look down on her for being terrible at everything. Instead of that, he helped her. No, he didn’t just simply help her. He… gave her time, advice and hints so she could develop her own skills and grow into her role at work. In doing that, Fernanda was now able to continue her work there, even after he was gone. He gave her the tools to stand on her own two feet, and that was just…

Okay, fine. She liked him. She liked him A LOT. If she imagined herself with him… Wait. Imagining herself… with him?

With Oliver?

Powers… sexual in nature?

…

She saw her own eyes shooting wide open in her own reflection as well as her face changing colors from the sudden heat.

Fernanda… in his arms… below him… his eyes locked on hers…

Her heart thundered, her ears burned and her crotch…! God, that such a thing could even be a possibility! And a real one. He said he wanted to talk again when she had thought things through. Fernanda… needed to sleep on this. Her ideas were still all over the place. And also… she wanted to ask him if there was any way for him to prove that he wasn’t using whatever powers he had in… evil ways. She doubted he could, really, but if she could at least hear what he would say…

Yes, Fernanda had to sleep on this. But before that, she needed a pencil. The images in her mind were WAY too clear and explicit, and she needed to put them in paper.

…

Then hide them very, VERY well.

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