Epilogue Two: The Mysterious Voice, Part Four

"Then we all felt it?"

The other two nod, either ignoring or uncaring of the sharp wind pulling at their hooded cloaks. The shorter gives a nonplussed snort as she gazes up into the boughs of the Dead Tree, twisting a finger around a dangling lock of fiery red hair. "I thought for sure she'd be here. I mean, only a Hunter could have taken Mistress out. Right?"

The taller of the two shrugs, yellow eyes gleaming within the abyss of her hood as they search intently for something in dirt below. "Clearly not, or she'd still be dangling. I bet this is another fucking test." Her glowing eyes flare as she points to the base of the Dead Tree, where black and red sparks had begun to sparkle and fizz into a vaguely human shape. "That's the last appearance of her magic."

As the three hooded figures watch, the woman-shaped cloud of murderous energy writhes on the ground for a moment, then the blood-colored sparkles begin to fade away. The shorter figure hums, distractedly drumming her fingers against the taut swell of her lightly bugling belly as the red vanishes entirely. "It's like some part of her power was...drained away or something. How is that even possible?"

The first voice motions for the taller figure's attention. "See if there's another magical signature."

The taller girl balks at that. "Seriously? Another coven?"

"Why not?"

"Because it would be war. Even if they found some way to break Mistress, it would mean fucking war. Everywhere."

The first figure waves her hand airly. "Let's not waste time clutching pearls, okay?" The taller girl doesn't respond immediately, but before long her her eyes flare golden again, the black and red shape of the Mistress reforming even as a silhouette in shimmering rainbow appears standing above it. The first voice lets out a hiss of air at the sight, taking a step towards the multicolored form that stands defiantly over the cloud of blood and darkness at its feet. "There she is. No doubt about it."

The taller girl seems concerned. "I've never seen an aura like that before. Is that even witchcraft? It doesn't look particularly strong..."

The shorter figure lets out a gasp, pointing down at the black and red energies. "Oh shit, look!" With all magical signatures revealed, it becomes clear that the red energy is not actually draining away. Rather, it's slowly being stained a bright, bubbly pink. The three hooded girls stare in disbelief at the increasingly pink and black cloud, only to stumble back in shock as a blinding flare of pure bubblegum explodes throughout the quad, the building walls all but scorched by the all-powerful pastel energy. The shorter girl shrieks for the taller to shut off the vision, the golden-eyed girl clutching her head in an attempt to block out the multi-toned bimbo giggling that drones louder and louder, even as the first stares utterly dumbfounded at the outrageously curved figure that is barely visible at the core of the nuclear reactor-like potency. After what seems like an eternity the energy collapses in on itself and vanishes, leaving the taller and shorter girls gasping for air as the first stares at the only energy remaining: three shimmering rainbow shapes, locked in poses of what could only be victory. At length, the shorter girl catches her breath enough to stammer something out. "What the fuck?!"

The first voice pulls a phone from her pocket. "That was ****."

Whatever the shorter girl expected to hear, it clearly wasn't that. "Are you serious? How?"

"I have no idea. But she sent me something before I got here, and I think I finally understand it."

The taller girl gives a start. "**** texted you? Since when is she allowed to do that?"

The first girl 'tsks', shoving her smart phone towards the other two. "Just shut up and watch this already, okay?"

Pausing long enough to share a look, the other two huddle together to watch the video that's already begun to play. The shorter one gives a startled laugh to find herself staring at what looks to be the shoot of a slutty school girl porn gone somewhat awry. There's the older gentleman in what comes close enough for porn to a professor's outfit, and sure enough his got his cock shoved all the way down the throat of the sluttiest looking coed to have ever send in a college application. But pounding away at her lushly padded rear is what can only be the cameraman, still wearing his baseball cap and headphones as he thrusts again and again into the teen bimbo's loudly squelching pussy. She's got one hand jacking off the director and the other jerking what looks to be an actual non-porno UPS delivery man, while a half dozen men furiously masturbate to the scene. The only person not actively engaged in the shoot-disrupting orgy seems to be whoever is currently filming, the only clue to her identity the rich, sensual chuckle of sexually-charged malice she seems to be unable to hold back. The shorter girl snatches the phone away, unabashedly wriggling a hand down her shorts to finger herself as the taller turns to the first, her tone terse. "**** sent you a fucking PornHub link. Why?"

The shorter girl grunts, having already gushed to a sloppy orgasm as she chimes in. "Seriously! This is wasted on your dry-ass box; she should have sent this to me!"

The first girl ignores the masturbating girl for the moment, folding her arms beneath her pert breasts as she gives the taller girl a look of imperious disappointment. "You honestly don't get it? Disappointing. But not surprising." With a hiss of annoyance, the taller girl takes a step towards her lordly companion, only to be halted when she raises her hands in a disarming gesture. "Fine, fine; I'll tell you." She takes a long moment to carefully rearrange her cloak before starting over to where the shorter girl is rubbing yet another one out to the wild behind the scenes fuck fest. "She sent it to me because this,"--She clicks one elegant finger against the phone's screen, indicating the barely legal pigtailed bimbo--"Is Mistress."

The other two fall silent at that, the shorter girl even allowing her frenzied jilling off to taper down. At length, the taller one hums a quiet murmur. "...It is, isn't it."

The shorter girl lets out a squealing laugh, shuddering in a mixture of spiteful glee and orgasmic delight as she starts the video over and attacks her pussy with renewed ferver. "Omigod, it absolutely is! Oh fuck this is the hottest thing ever."

For a while, the taller girl simply watches the shorter one pleasure herself, her expression calculating. Then she straightens, turning her gaze to the first girl. "So she isn't dead. But...she's gone."

The first girl gives a haughty nod. "Very much so."

The taller girl considers that again. "Then when our bindings fell, it wasn't a test. She simply can't hold them anymore."

A devilish smile begins to spread across the first girl's face. "Uh-huh~"

"Without her around, there's no one to enforce her rules." The taller girl stiffens, something suddenly occurring to her. "There are no more rules. It's the law of the fucking jungle. It's finally our time. Everyone who could get in our way is either in the ground,"--she gestures back to where the shorter girl is still indulging in Mistress's new career as a cum dump--"or getting fucked brainless."

The first girl's smile seems to curl at the ends. "Almost." She turns around, raising her chin defiantly as she casts a scornful look at the three rainbow silhouettes still celebrating in blissful ignorance what they thought to be victory.

"Almost."