Reflections in a Bathroom Mirror

You do your best to hold in your whine of ecstasy when your fingers hit gold deep within your squelching pussy, eyes screwed tight and abs clenched as you muffle your relieved gasp with one hand and gush all over your other. You already knew that you've been hornier as Girl Ash than you ever were as Boy Ash. And sure, you were very aware of the fact that you'd been especially pent up the last few days, with more than one intended self-pleasure session interrupted by various sorts of magical nonsense. Even so, you had at least thought you'd be able to make it home after school before you were compelled to delve into your throbbing cunny. But no. What you hadn't counted on was that giving the goat girls access to a few tablets meant that they were going to send you naughty messages all day.

It's seriously out of hand. Sure, some of it is more cute and/or annoying rather than explicitly sexual. Hime Cut, for example, keeps sending you increasingly cryptic strings of emoji that you'd have been certain were from her plopping her rounded butt onto the touch screen, except she always follows it with giddy demands on whether you'd gotten her message. And Pig Tails has gone from asking you if you've been watching Cheer to checking in on the hour every hour about whether or not you've started watching Cheer yet. But Ringlets and Buns keep sending video messages that would be otherwise innocent questions if the camera wasn't absentmindedly centered squarely on their big boobs plumply squished side by side, and Bangs is...Jesus Fucking Christ, goddamn Bangs.

Look, you pride yourself on being a very sex positive lady? But Bangs is a fucking slut. At first she was trying to play it what you can only imagine was meant to be subtle, asking you with faux innocence whether this or that was appropriate for Instagram as she forwarded you video after video of her buried deep in one of the Twins' thighs or giving Pixie Cut a lap dance. Before too long she gave up the ghost entirely and just started sending you snippets of her sucking on her own tit or playing with her dripping pussy, smoldering eyes somehow finding yours through the video every single time. So fuck it, while you're absolutely going to have to put a tamper down on this, right then and there the only feasible solution was to take care of your downstairs business. Fuck magic is complicated.

Still, you have to admit as you wriggle back into your tight shorts, it's not without its perks. No matter how quiet you were being, you wouldn't normally like your chances of being able to have the bathroom all to yourself. But by this point more or less the entire school is under your ward of protection, and it was relatively simple to nudge anyone who might wander by towards one of the other restrooms until you'd finished up. You feel like you're all but inviting some sort of enchanted cat or whatever to bust in and lecture you on using your powers wastefully? Which in all honesty might work out to be a good thing; at this point you would absolutely accept being harangued by a snarky animal if it meant someone was going to tell you what exactly you're supposed to be doing about these powers, and the woo girls, and the Mysterious Voice, and fucking everything. Maybe if you keep using magic wastefully, you can **** one into appearing.

When the door to the bathroom opens, unfortunately, it isn't a sophisticated feline familiar that walks in, but rather your cousin Jessie. Classic. She gives you a 'tsk' that you absolutely reciprocate as she moves up to the mirror, fiddling with some lip gloss as you retouch your eyeliner. You suppose you should feel a degree of gratitude for your cousin; she's still your steadiest source for refueling your power. The part of her mind that is a docile cow has been very diligent all this week, lulling Jessie into a comfortable haze a few times a day so that she can milk herself without the part of her mind that is a fucking piece of shit ever knowing about it. It probably doesn't hurt that she clearly enjoys it; the rapturous grunts that echo out from the pool house during her moo sessions are hard to miss, and now and then you've spotted her hand start to absently drift towards one of her prominent nipples when she's focused on other things. Whether she knows it or not, Jessie is very pleased to be such a milky girl.

Though she's currently acting sort of weird. The two of you have been standing next to one another for almost a minute now, quietly minding your own business, and besides the brief bit of shade she tossed you as a greeting she hasn't said 'boo' since. What fresh hell is this going to wind up being? You're not particularly keen on finding out, frankly. So you finish up in the mirror and pop your eyeliner back into a pocket, hoping you can slip out of the restroom before whatever shoe Jessie is preparing to drop, drops. As you turn to leave, however, Jessie turns as well, your cousin leaning up against the sink as she folds her arms beneath her heavy breasts and gives you a meaningful look. "Hey, Ashley."

Uh, okay. "....Yeah?"

Jessie purses her lips for a moment, tapping one expertly manicured nail against her arm as she gathers her thoughts. Which is fucking wild, because you've never known Jessie or Jesse to gather anything close to a thought. "So, I saw David Wright earlier."

Jesus, this again? Fuck. At least she got the right guy this time. You hold back your eye roll but can't contain your sigh as you meet Jessie's stare, hoping to get this over with as quickly as possible. "Yeah?"

"He was talking to Leslie Dickinson. That theater girl? She was being pretty flirty, actually."

You furrow your brow. This isn't exactly what you were expecting. "Uh, yeah?"

Jessie nods, eyebrows raised. "Yeah. He looked pretty into it. You should probably handle that."

This is so, so not what you were expecting. "Oh. I don't really mind that, though? I mean, I'm actually trying to set them up, sorta."

Jessie blinks at that. "What, really? I thought he was your boyfriend?"

"I'm certain I've told you a hundred times that he is not my boyfriend."

Jessie waves her hand dismissively. "Jesus, fine, he's your fuck buddy or your lover or whatever weirdo sex hippie word you want to use. The point is that he's yours, isn't he?"

"No, Jessie, he's really not." You shrug at your cousin's disbelieving look. "Like I've already said, we fooled around some, and it was a lot of fun, but that's it. If he found something good with someone else, I'd be super happy about it."

"Huh." Jessie considers that for a moment, a curious look on her face. Then she abruptly lets out a 'pssh', an expression of annoyance you're much more familiar with crossing her visage. "Well fuck, Ashley, thanks a lot for giving your only cousin a heads up. I mean, Leslie Dickinson? She's, like, a B cup!"

"Hm, pretty sure she's a solid C."

"Oh boy, what a fuckin' difference! David Wright's had Price Girl titties,"--Jessie thrusts out her expansive bust, a move that more or less compels you to stick out your own notably larger chest--"Who could go back to a flattie after that?!"

You lean back against the restroom wall, making a show of considering that. "Hm. You might have a point there, Jessie."

Your cousin thrusts her chest out even further at that, all but bursting with pride. "I totally do, right?"

"If you're really that **** for boys, I guess I can start letting you have my scraps. If you can't have the best tits in town anymore, the fourth best might do as a consolation prize."

"Exactly!" Jessie's eyes flicker as she gets around to actually parsing through what you just said. "Hey! Fucking fourth best, fuck that! Second best!" She catches herself again, sputtering in irritation. "First! First best! My boobs are the fucking best and everyone knows it."

"I know, let's get an outside opinion. How about David Wright?"

Jessie glares at you for a moment, then sniffs and flicks her hair over her shoulder as she starts out of the bathroom. "Fuck you, Ashley."

"Fuck you, too, Jessie."

You have to take a moment to consider that exchange as your cousin haughtily stomps out of the restroom. You actually sort of enjoyed that? And was she really trying to look out for your interests? It seems like Jessie draws a line between her sleeping with your presumed boyfriend and someone else sleeping with your presumed boyfriend. That's...well, it's something. Something weird, but something.

The conundrum that is Jessie has to be put on hold for the moment, though, because your phone is buzzing again. Goddammit Bangs, do you ever let up? You unlock your phone, and are simultaneously relieved and a little disappointed to discover a message from Jenny rather than another selection for your growing collection of curated goat girl porn.

Ash, we got the video.

You start to reply, then freeze as another message pops up.
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We know who the Mysterious Voice is.

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