What a Witch

by Nuit du Loup

This is a story I wrote a while ago and dug up after a reader's email reminded me of it. So thank you.

The crisp, fall air was decidedly on the cool side tonight. But the sky was completely clear of any cloud cover and the gibbous moon, heading towards full, provided plenty of ghostly, silver illumination to see by. The night gloom shrouded the oak trees along the worn road, heavily in need of a repaving, and they were already half-skeletal from a near freeze two nights past. The sidewalks and lawns were covered in a coldly damp, leafy blanket that gave the air a distinctive but not wholly unpleasant smell. In short, it was just a typical late-October evening.

Caitrin Ceallaigh closed her brownish-hazel eyes, stopping her long-legged stride along the old, cracked sidewalk, and breathed in deep to savor it all. She loved weather like tonight, especially when she could enjoy it all by herself like this. It was really peaceful and soothing to her soul. She loved nighttime in general, but the fall was the best time to enjoy it. During this time of the year, there was just enough bite in the air to make you really feel it and there were so many smells and natural sights to take in.

Smiling contently, her breath streamed out in a misty white veil that shimmered slightly in the yellowish light coming from a nearby streetlamp. A very small breeze carried the mist away to her right and into the darkness. A little more light came from the infrequently lit windows of some of the houses along the small suburban street she had been walking down, but at this late hour that number was tiny. Most folk were warm and deep in their beds.

Caitrin was dressed comfortably for the occasion. Her long, muscled, but not unattractive legs were kept warm by a comfortable pair of dark-blue jeans. Her boots were old and worn from heavy use, but they held her feet like a familiar lover. She kept her black windbreaker jacket unzipped with the hood laid back and beneath that could be seen a heavy button-up work shirt over a white t-shirt. Her frame was a bit on the stocky side, but she very far from fat. She worked out daily and it was mostly lean muscle. From the top of her v-neck t-shirt could be seen a hint of smooth, swarthy-skinned cleavage from her firm, decent-sized breasts that she'd inherited from her mother's side. Long, naturally wavy, red-brown hair cascaded over the large, heavy-duty backpack she was wearing and also down over her front. She also wore a sturdy leather belt and from each hip hung three, forward angled, black-anodized knives in dark sheaths. Their hilts showed signs of frequent use.

She resumed walking at a steady rate that ate up distance. Her destination wasn't far and she wanted to get the night's work done with. She heard the sound of flapping leathery wings. Looking up as she picked up her pace even more, several dark forms flew by overhead, momentarily occluding the star field as they passed. Sights like these were getting much more common these days, so much so that people hardly seemed to bat an eye if they saw three tiny dragon-like things flying around. Not like seventy-four years ago.

At first magic, and the strange creatures with it, came into the world slowly, like a child testing the waters at a beach. But things would happen openly in front of dozens or hundreds of people and cameras, so no one could really deny them. Like when Central Park in New York suddenly turned overnight into a dark and creepy forest that somehow took four days to cross once you entered. In Scotland, her own parents' original homeland, hunters for the Loch Ness monster were surprised when their research vessel was suddenly attacked and destroyed by a monstrously huge leviathan that was over two hundred feet of sinuous length. The oceans were even more hazardous to travel than ever before. Now there really were monsters at the edge of the map. And Africa, the former Dark Continent, became a very unhealthy place to visit away from the northern coast.

And that wasn't the end of it. People began to change too. They could do things that once only took place in stories. Some used these new abilities to commit horrible atrocities and others to do what once would have been a miracle. Some just changed visibly. She knew of one girl whose hair glowed with an internal florescent light, it was really pretty. It all depended on the person.

The first reaction was a worldwide panic that actually toppled several governments. The rules that made the world run were changing and no one knew what to do. Some of the highest technologies started to fail at unexpected moments. Suddenly things that ran on electricity were unreliable in certain locations and during random 'pulses' of magic that swept over everything. Cell phones worked infrequently. Televisions still worked most of the time, but the broadcast stream was another matter. There were riots in a number of cities and governments everywhere called in soldiers to restore order and sanity.

But not without some truly terrible incidents, though some of these were caused by the new additions to the world and not the soldiers themselves. In Los Angeles for instance, a ten-square-mile area of some of the worst gang neighborhoods in America suddenly burned to the ground, killing everyone inside. The next day fire crews and soldiers moved in and found that a massive, black and red scaled dragon had made the place its home. Not knowing what else to do, the soldiers attacked. After heavy casualties were incurred they eventually succeeded in killing it. The corpse of that creature out of nightmare fantasy truly clinched things for a lot of people that the deaths of thousands of low income gang-bangers and druggies couldn't.

It was a lot worse in some areas than it was in others. There were entire swaths in Europe, Africa and Asia where all electronic devices completely useless and the wild took over. Nothing more complicated than quartz powered clocks worked anymore. This of course led to food production and distribution problems which then led to massive starvation. The worst case of this was in India, where the cities became charnel pits. It was estimated that over 2.6 billion people died in the first couple of years. Further population declines occurred and now the world was almost half as full as it used to be. But eventually people started to sort things out.

People being people, they eventually accepted that this world was the new normal. It was no longer frightening to see a girl with glowing blue hair sitting next to you on a bus. If the new creatures made nuisances of themselves, you called one of the new exterminator companies or local government agencies. People ignored the unpleasant fact that no matter where you went, the world seemed to be getting wilder and weirder, even if they woke up one morning to find that their nice green lawn was now filled with fully grown oak trees. Avoiding increasingly frequent areas where electrically based technology failed entirely was just a part of planning your day. Some even made a living selling maps of such areas.

At least that was the way for most people. But Caitrin was different. She was deeply a part of the new world. She was living in it.

She turned the last corner when she reached it and smiled in satisfaction. A hundred feet down the access road from her was her destination; the large, open, and moonlit campus of her High School. It consisted of several very modern buildings of various sizes to hold the impressive student population in the area. Breezeways connected a few of them. Caitrin angled herself toward one of the biggest buildings, the one surrounded by a parking lot that was eerily empty for the night. It was the Athletics & Recreation building that contained things like the gyms, weight room, wrestling room, the pool, etc.

Carefully she made her way around to one side of the big building until she came to a utilitarian metal door, painted to match the unassuming red of the cinder block wall. The door was very plain except for a handle and a sturdy lock. Caitrin raised her hand and pointed her index finger dead straight at that lock. She summoned up a trickled of power to herself and in her mind she formed it, in all taking less than a second. She twisted her wrist as if turning a key and as her pointer finger turned, so did the lock until she heard a dull click come from inside. Dropping her hand, she pulled the door open and slipped inside.

She stood in a small storage room and behind her, above the door from which she had entered was a sign glowing with the words 'fire exit.' Looking around, all she saw was carefully stowed gymnastics equipment. In the dark it looked to her like something from one of those Japanese bondage animes she'd seen on the internet when looking at porn, on the random days when her laptop and the internet decided they would both function. Those clips were always really unpleasant to watch, so the room gave her the willies.

On her way out into the hallway that would lead her to the gym, she touched a hand against the plate of a light switch and formed a larger chunk of power together and released the burst magic. The emergency sign went black and she heard the distant hum of a furnace fan spinning down. With all the power in the building suppressed from her curse, it was absolutely silent and impenetrably black. But her disabling of all electrical devices will have also shut down all the cameras and motion detectors that her employers wanted her to avoid for several prickly reasons.

Since she already knew where the main gym was, she didn't really need any light to get to the doors. When she passed through those, there was enough moon and star light leaking in through high windows to either side, to see clearly in the cavernous space. The roll-out bleachers were all nested into big, plastic walls to either side of the chamber and the basketball hoops cast strange shadows on everything.

Caitrin walked to the center of the gym floor, her footsteps echoing in a creepy way, and un-slung her backpack to set it carefully onto the recently polished wood floor. Beneath her was a picture of a bearded man, fiercely crushing a length of wood into jagged splinters in his bare hands with a victorious grin on his face. It was the Rail-Splitter mascot of the school. Opening her backpack up, she fished for a moment and then pulled out a small, blue, paperboard box. Flipping open its tabbed lid, she drew out a long piece of white chalk from the dozen within.

With the accuracy of long practice and innate talent, she began to draw on the floor. First was a series of concentric circles. Along the inside of each of these she sketched very precise runes that matched the curve of the circle as if she had a guiding line. She moved then around the room, placing more circles with more runes and other symbols of power on the floor and on the walls. Of course, those runes and symbols had power and meaning only for her. They were different depending on the magic user and her training.

When the prep-work for the forced-summoning was done she crossed back to her bag, careful not to disturb any of her forms, and returned the chalk to its box. She then sat herself cross legged next to the large inner series of circles and calmed her mind. Touching her fingers to the outermost of the circles she let power flow out of her, drawing it up and out from the earth beneath her and the air around her.

Sounds poured out of her mouth, but to anyone but her they would be nonsense. She understood though and felt the magic responding to her will. One by one, all the circles and forms around the vast chamber began to glow with a soft, bluish light. With her right hand, she pulled out one of her throwing knives, pricked her left forefinger with the tip and pressed the blood to the chalk outer circle and barked once in her magical private language. Like a rock being thrown into a pond, power rolled away from the building and into the surrounding campus. Then she felt it.

Her magic rippled back from something interesting and like a fisherman she yanked her metaphysical line in. Motes of light flickered in front of her and then there was a soft pop. Out from the lights dropped a small form and it hit the floor with a soft but indignant "oooh!" of pain. All the lights from the outer spellforms blanked to nothing and the power all flooded into the inner circles, trapping her prey inside a glowing cylinder of humming power that could have withstood a bomb blast.

"Hey!" a tiny voice squawked.

Caitrin looked down curiously at what she had caught. The Greater-Michigan Coven of Witches had given her this job because this was her school and she was intimately familiar with it. She'd been asked by the school administration to remove some kind of unknown thing that was pestering and frightening girls, seemingly at random. But what she saw before her was unexpected. On the floor lay a pair of heavily crotch-stained pink panties.

"Panties?" she asked the air in confusion. "Haunted panties maybe?"

"What's going on?!" Something wriggled inside the panties and Caitrin watched interestedly as a tiny, yet still humanoid figure crawled out from inside those panties. When it stood, Caitrin stared at a six inch tall, absolutely naked girl with vibrant red hair, two tiny horns that came out at the temples and curled back along a head of short black hair, and a lengthy black tail that had a long and thin bulge at the tip. Her chest had two miniscule, upward pointing bumps for breasts and there was a wet sheen between and down her legs. The tiny face with its luminescent, cat-like eyes frowned up at her unhappily.

"What did you wake me up for?" the tiny girl complained with a big yawn. "I thought you humans didn't come around at night." The girl looked around and saw the barrier Caitrin had trapped her inside. Her tiny face scrunched in confusion and she propped her hands on her hips in a way that lewdly displayed her nudity. "A witch! Why did you trap me?!" she said in a voice that sounded much more baffled than angry.

"Are you the one that's been pestering all the girls, stealing underwear and causing mischief?" Caitrin asked with arched brows. She had seen weirder things than tiny naked girls. But at least she was dealing with a person instead of some strange creature, and she was really cute.

"So what if I am?" the girl sounded proud of herself. She adjusted her tiny arms on her hips into a defiant gesture.

"Look," Caitrin said in slight annoyance. "You can't be doing that. It's really bothering people. I'm here to ask you to leave or to make you."

"What?! No way!" the tiny girl stamped her foot in fearful anger. "I like it here!"

"What is it about the school that you like so much? Maybe I can find you another place like it that won't bother other people?" Caitrin tried to at least be nice about this. Witches didn't kill sentient creatures if they had any say in the matter and though she could forcibly evict this little person, it would be a huge pain to put up specific wards against its return or to place a full binding on her. She hated bindings.

"Huh? You of all people should understand what I like about this place," the girl said in clear amusement. Her eyes looked at Caitrin as if she recognized and knew her now and they shared confidences. "It's the girls!"

"Why me?" Caitrin asked in confusion.

"Duh! Because one; you're a witch, and all witches like girls," well, the girl had her number on that one. Caitrin was indeed a lesbian and very attracted to some of the girls in her school. And it was also true that almost all witches were the same as far as she knew, though a small few also had husbands as well as female lovers. "And two, you carry some of the same blood as me!"

"I don't even know what you are!" Caitrin said and the ragged edge of patience. "But I'm a human witch and nothing like you at all."

"Are you now?" the girl said with an amused, knowing smirk. "As for what I am, I don't really care what human labels people use, but some would probably call me a demon of sorts, though without all that Christian baggage. But that doesn't matter. I like it here. I can watch all the girls I want and take the soiled panties of the really pretty ones to enjoy later. You see, there's this cute cheerleader who's naughty and likes to masturbate after fourth hour and her panties always smell so good afterwards, so I take them. These ones here are hers, you should take a whiff."

"There are plenty of places you could go to look at girls," Caitrin said, her annoyance growing. "Isn't there any way I can convince you to leave peaceably?"

"No!" again the girl stomped her foot. Caitrin was just on the verge of constructing the spell to force the little demon girl out when she suddenly sniffed and looked at Caitrin curiously.

"What? Think of something?" Caitrin asked, sounding hopeful.

"Maybe...since you're like me..." the little demon girl looked up at Caitrin in a contemplative manner, her tiny eyes scanning. Then they lit up with eagerness and hope. "Yes! I did think of something!"

"Good, what is it?" Caitrin asked, wanting to get this over with. She wanted to get home and into bed, she had plans for later in the day and she wanted to be rested. She had a Saturday night to enjoy.

"Nothing much," the demon girl grinned in open glee. "I just want you!"

"Me?" Caitrin said, stunned. "What about me?"

"Yes!" the girl did a little naked circle dance of happiness. "I get to look at girls all day long, but I've never gotten to touch them or taste them or anything like that. If I showed myself and asked, they'd just freak out and scream. I never get a chance to talk to them at all. So I will agree to leave and not return if you agree to do these things with me!"

Caitrin sighed. This was turning into such a bizarre night. She'd only agreed to pick up this job because it had sounded easy and the money would be very good. The good-girl points with the Coven were always nice too. But now she was being propositioned by a mini demon girl as the price to have her leave with no trouble. Caitrin again readied her magic.

"Wait!" cried the girl plaintively with what looked like real tears in her eyes, apparently seeing Caitrin's resolve. "I promise it will feel good! Don't use the magic on me! Not on one of your own kind! It will feel a lot better than when you played with yourself earlier!"

"How do you even know I did that?" Caitrin asked in shocked mortification. She was a lesbian, it was true, but she had yet to find an actual girlfriend. That was unfortunate because she was blessed with an incredibly high sex drive that had her at least a little horny during most hours of the day. She masturbated at least four times most days and she had just partaken before coming out on this job as a stress reliever.

"I am a demon," the girl said as if that was obvious. "My senses are different than yours are right now. Besides, sex is what I love! I'm tired of just playing with myself while watching the girls from afar; at least once I want the real thing. Please let me do it with you? I really like you so far, you're interesting!"

Caitrin leaned forward to get a better look at the tiny person. The demon was very cute in the body department, but she didn't see how her small form would allow for anything like what she was asking for. They were completely different sizes, she'd hurt the girl. Then Caitrin stopped and shook her head in amazement. Was she really contemplating giving into the girl's demand for sex?

Her desire for real sex with another person had been almost painful lately, just like the demon girl had said she felt. So she understood that. Her pussy practically throbbed all the time for it, and changing during gym was almost painful because there were a few particularly good looking girls in her class. She didn't know how normal that was for other people, or even other lesbians and witches, but Caitrin was almost desperate to experience the real thing too. But she didn't just want the sex; she wanted a true lover and someone she could hold in her arms.

She had also figured out that her lack of a partner was what was keeping the Coven from accepting her into one of its circles. Each circle was made up of thirteen pairs or triples of women. Every time Caitrin petitioned for formal entry into the Coven and rise above her current probationer status, they would say. "You are not yet whole, come back when you have found it."

At first she had thought that she had to find another single witch like her and join together as a couple. But she had wormed out of an older friend of hers that was already a full witch with a girlfriend that she had to find a girl of her own. She would probably have to train that girl in magic and make her both a witch and her lover, a wife in any other terms. Some girls even had to find two other girls instead on one, which made things even worse if that was the case for her. That had thrown her way off balance for a while, the idea of taking anyone as wife as a teenager seemed silly, but those were the rules and she had yet to find anyone to fulfill it.

Most of the girls at school knew she was a lesbian, it wasn't really a secret. But none of those she had been interested in had responded favorably. She had thought she had found a girl last summer, they'd even gone out a couple times, but then she panicked when they were about to kiss for the first time and ran off. Now the girl wouldn't look her in the face. So without a girlfriend, she made do with her hands to satisfy her frequent and powerful urges.

Would it really be so bad to allow herself to be pleasured by the demon girl? It might actually be fun and enjoyable and she was most definitely starting to get into the right physical mood for it. She could already feel her body responding just to the idea of real sex, even from this person. Could she have a tiny demon girl as a partner? Her body said yes.

"You would promise to do no harm to me?" she asked cautiously.

"Of course! Why would I even want to?" the demon placed her hands on the ward wall. "I promise to do you no harm and to leave these grounds, never to return without your leave if my wish to have sex with you is granted. Will that do?"

Caitrin knew the girl would have no choice but to keep her promise now. Saying an oath against a witch's wards like that would bind that promise to her irrevocably. Despite herself, she felt herself growing even moister in her panties at the thought of the possible pleasure to come. If she didn't do something soon she would quickly make a wet spot in her jeans again.

"Oh hell, why the fuck not, it might actually be fun!" Caitrin said aloud with a conceding smile. She placed her own hand against the wards. "I, Caitrin Ceallaigh, agree to your bargain." She dropped her hand. "What do I call you?"

The little demon girl let out a cry of pure glee. "Finally! You're awesome! But one of my names is Danea-Letoverotoch."

"I'll just call you Danea for now," Caitrin stood, reached out a foot and smeared the chalk of her warding circles. The ward fell with the soft crackle of dissipating energies. The demon immediately gave a cheerful little hop, and then she vanished, only to reappear at once on Caitrin's shoulder. Caitrin shivered when she felt the girl give her neck a naked hug, she could actually feel a hint of hot wetness when the demon rubbed her soaked crotch sensually on her skin

"Danea works for me!" the demon girl laughed happily. "Oh thank you so much ah...what is your name?"

"Caitrin."

"Yes, thank you Caitrin, you're really awesome," Danea giggled. "Let's go! I know of a really good place!"

Caitrin sighed, but she was starting to feel a little excited too. Maybe this would actually be really good. She let Danea, riding naked and freely leaking her juices like a tiny pussy-juice faucet onto her shoulder, guide her back out of the gym. She frowned nervously when Danea pointed her back into the creepy gymnastic storage room.

"I know it looks bad," Danea said in agreement, "but it's really not once you take a better look. Can you make a small light?" It only took Caitrin half a thought to create a small, glowing sphere of light. It floated up into the air and cast harsh shadows all around.

"Over there!" Danea pointed toward a corner. Caitrin walked over with her light following like an obedient dog and her eyes opened wider. Stacked about five feet high were foam-filled, plastic mats. "See?" Danea giggled. "It's just like a bed, except slippery."

"I think I do see," Caitrin agreed. The mats would be fairly comfortable to lie on. She suddenly felt a little nervous again. "What exactly did you have in mind Danea?"

Danea leaped inhumanly far from her shoulder to the top of the mats. When she landed Caitrin saw she started to stroke herself absently between her tiny legs with her tail-tip. "Just get naked!" Danea said cheerfully, gesturing at her own nude form.

After making sure the doors were blocked, just in case, Caitrin returned to the mats, took a deep breath and shrugged out of her jacket. She just held firm in her mind that this was no different than when she masturbated. It was just at school, in the night, with a tiny demon girl to help make things more fun. No biggie. She'd had a crush on a girl on the gymnastics team once. Her name had been Celeste. Then she shook her head as those random thoughts tried to surface.

She took off her button-up over-shirt and laid it folded onto a nearby vault horse. Her t-shirt followed and the sight of her curvy, sports bra covered breasts brought a crow of delight from an excited Danea. Despite herself, Caitrin grinned at the compliment. It was always nice to be appreciated by someone and she worked hard to have the body she did. She undid her boots, and set them aside with her socks, next went her jeans which exposed her purple bikini-style panties. A small wet spot sat in a lighter ring that showed where she'd stained them during her earlier play. When she pulled off her bra, her full, firm breasts only moved slightly thanks to her young age and a good helping of genetics from her mother's side of the family, bless them. Her long nipples that made wearing a bra when in public necessary, were already hard and they stood up proud in her quarter sized areola.

"Very nice! You look really good, just like I thought, Caitrin!" Danea said appreciatively. She licked her lips and stared lustily. Caitrin smirked at her. She really was starting to like the little demon girl. No other girls she knew of had looked at her this way and it felt good to hear those words.

The last piece to go was her panties. She dropped them down her legs and used a foot to hook and lift them to her hand. Then, getting into what she was doing, she turned all the way around, showing Danea her ass and recently shaved pussy in turns. Then she stood patiently and let the demon girl get a good look at everything. It was really fun.

"Oooh, quick! Climb up here with me!" Danea bent and slapped the mat with her hand invitingly. As Caitrin moved to comply, she saw wonderingly, that there was a small thread of fluid coming from between the tiny girl's legs and running down onto the mat, forming a miniscule puddle. It had to be magic of some kind because there was no way someone so small could produce such a ridiculous amount of pussy juice and not dehydrate into a husk. Then she thought about her own copious ability in that area and shrugged it aside. Caitrin was careful to avoid crushing Danea, and sat on the mat pile's edge.

"Move all the way on and lay down please," Danea requested, standing again now to show off her glistening legs. Caitrin stared for a moment when she realized Danea was pumping her tail into her own pussy with tiny humping motions. But she scooted her butt backwards and lay down flat onto her back. The plastic was a little cold, but it felt nice and it was soft. Danea walked over and at her prompting, Caitrin helped lift her onto her stomach with one hand.

Danea stepped onto her firm, well exercised belly and walked toward her left breast. She curled her toes as she moved and it kind of tickled in pleasant way. Caitrin liked the sensation a lot, it was like an odd massage and she loved those with a passion.

"You really have nice ones!" Danea said in an almost awed tone as she hugged herself into the soft and yet firm flesh of her left breast. The tiny girl used her whole, warm body to caress and squeeze it. Then she humped herself against it for several minutes. It felt nice; but Danea climbed up her breast to her rock hard nipple. "Time for some fun!" the little person cried out in full sexual glee. Caitrin watch in amazement and extreme arousal as Danea spread her little pussy lips with her fingers and sat herself down onto Caitrin's nipple and used her legs to hold herself in place.

"Oooh! So good!" Danea hissed loudly. Caitrin agreed with her emphatically. Hot warmth enveloped her nipple and she could feel strong vaginal muscles inside the girl squeezing it like milking fingers or a sucking mouth. Danea began to hunch her hips, fucking herself with Caitrin's nub. An unbelievable amount of fluid poured from the girl and coated her breast in a sticky hotness as she rode. Caitrin, growing powerfully aroused herself, pinched her other nipple hard and used one hand to taste the flowing juices coming from Danea. It was hot and sweet in her mouth. A tingle grew between her legs and on her breasts. She was going to cum already and it had only just started!

Danea rode with wild abandon while turned towards Caitrin's face. The sight of her nipple penetrating the girl aroused Caitrin even further if that was possible. She slipped her hand, coated now in Danea's juices between her legs and thrust a finger into herself. She cried out in pleasure and began to frig herself in time to Danea's eager hip thrusts. Together they rose, one crying loudly and the other squeaking, and they came together, hard. Juices squirted and flowed out of Danea and only a slightly smaller amount coated Caitrin's roving finger.

Danea slowly got off of her just fucked nipple and juices sluiced down Caitrin's breast from between those tiny legs. Danea looked totally blissed-out, but also like she was ready to go for a round two. Caitrin was ready for it too.

"Wait!" Caitrin reached up a hand and carefully picked up the girl between two fingers and a thumb. She lifted Danea so that she straddled across her lips. Danea got the idea quickly, grinned and then cried out in pure pleasure as Caitrin's tongue slid out and all over her tiny body. Caitrin paid special attention to the tasty juice factory that was Danea's tiny pussy. Caitrin loved both the taste and the feel of the wriggling tiny person on her tongue. She made Danea cum hard twice more, each time flooding her mouth with more fluids, before the girl crawled off and slid down to the mat, panting wildly for breath on her back.

"So good!" Danea giggled with her body curling up and shivering, seemingly oblivious to all of Caitrin's saliva and her own sex fluids coating her tiny body from head to toe. Even her hair was soaked with them. "But now it's your turn, Caitrin!"

Caitrin wondered what she was going to do but complied when Danea gestured for her to lift a leg to let her get between them. She leaned on her elbows to look down and watch what Danea was going to do. Danea simply walked up to her soaked pussy and shoved herself up against it. Caitrin moaned at the contact on her lower lips and then moaned again, louder, as Danea rubbed her entire body against her soaked slit.

Caitrin was forced her lay her head back down and just enjoy what Danea was doing down there. She was so engulfed in the pleasure that it took her by surprise when she felt something slim shove into her pussy and start moving around. This was followed by something a little bigger at her entrance. Both filled her with more pleasure and when she looked down again, she gasped in near orgasm as she saw that Danea had shoved an entire arm and her face inside her pussy. Every couple of minutes Danea would pull her pussy soaked head out to breathe, but then she would just shove it right back in. Her other hand was using her clit as a hand hold, which also felt amazing. Her orgasm slammed through her body and for a moment she thought her squeezing vaginal muscles would crush her tiny playmate. But Danea pulled her head back out and grinned up at her like an idiot. Pussy juices dripped down Danea's body and onto the mat.

"That was awesome Danea," Caitrin said rasped, breathing hard. She no longer felt bad at all about doing this. As prices went, this was very acceptable. She hadn't felt this good in months, back when she'd devoted an entire day to masturbating and that had taken planning. This was just spontaneous fun.

"I enjoyed it too, you taste so very good!" Danea grinned and licked her arm in a way that was reminiscent of a cat. "But I've got one last thing I can finally try, now that I've drank from you like this. I'm all charged up so I can change my form back to normal."

Danea stepped to the edge of the mat, and Caitrin let out a shocked gasp as she turned around and promptly did a back flip off the side. She had started to rise to see if Danea was okay when there was a flash of light. When it went away, Caitrin blinked. Standing on the floor between her legs, was a full-size Danea.

Danea looked the same as before, but now she was like the ten-year-old she had kind of resembled before. Caitrin could see her curled horns on her head and she was still coated in various fluids, and her playful grin was wide with joy. Danea quickly climbed back up the mats and toward of the surprised Caitrin.

"Y-you're big," Caitrin said unnecessarily.

"Ah-huh," Danea crawled fully on top of her, laid her naked body down, smearing hot juices over them both and kissed Caitrin full on the mouth with passion. It was the best kiss Caitrin had ever had, not that she'd had many before, but somehow she knew Danea meant this. She wrapped her arms around Danea and the feeling of finally having someone to do this with, almost made her cry. It all sent tingles through her body before Danea let her lips go. "I just needed a little of you to make the change easier, but both forms are still me. Now we can have some more fun!"

At first a part of Caitrin's mind quailed in reflex at the thought of having sex with a child so young, but then she remembered that she already had, and that Danea probably wasn't a child anyways. She just looked like one. Danea quickened her resolve by taking her hand and putting it between her soaked legs. Caitrin smiled and gladly trust two long fingers up and into the vice tight girl.

"Oof, finally, someone is touching me!" Danea cried out, closing her eyes tight for a moment as if savoring the feeling. Then she kissed Caitrin hard again. Caitrin opened her mouth and willingly accepted Danea's overly long and thin tongue. It was actually a pretty emotion filled kiss, and not just with lust, something else was starting to grow there as well. All the while Caitrin pumped into Danea's tightly squeezing pussy and she marveled with arousal at the feel of the strong muscles sucking on her digits. She felt something at her own entrance and then that slightly thick something slid smoothly into her well lubricated pussy and began to fuck her hard.

"Is that?" she gasped out, barely able to speak from the incredible feelings coming from all over her body. She rocked with every thrust into her. After a few moments she managed to match the timing almost perfectly.

"My tail!" Danea confirmed after a long moan. "It's fun...right?"

Caitrin couldn't answer that, she was too far gone into what was physically going on. She came first this time and her cry was shockingly loud. Her pussy clamped hard onto Danea's tail, holding it in place. Wanting to help finish Danea off too, she pushed the girl up a little and nibbled on a small pink nipple atop a tiny breast. Danea cried out in a wail and Caitrin felt a monstrous amount of wetness coming out onto her fingers and the mats. Their legs were coated in it, but she didn't care.

Then there was a soft popping noise, and with a blink of light, Danea lay panting and tiny again between her breasts. Caitrin was too out of it to really notice and a silly, sexually satisfied smile creased her lips. She had finally had sex with a girl! It was with a strange child-looking demon girl, but it still counted. She was no longer a virgin and it had been more wonderful than she had ever expected her first time to be. This was the best job she had ever taken!

After a short time she heard a tiny sound and looked down to see that Danea had fallen asleep between the valley her breasts. She smiled very affectionately at the tiny demon girl and carefully lifted her off and onto a dry part of the mat where she curled up with a tiny naked groan. Caitrin swung off of the stack and stretched to loosen her muscles. She picked up her panties from the pile of her clothes and used them to clean as much of the wetness off her body as she could. There would be no hiding the powerful smell of sex coming from her, but she didn't think she would encounter anyone else tonight. She set the soaked panties aside on the mat and pulled her jeans on commando-style. They were very uncomfortable on her sensitive, just tail-fucked pussy lips, but she could put up with it for a very short time.

After she finished getting dressed she turned to check on Danea and saw that the girl was gone. Caitrin just smiled. Danea would be forced to keep up her side of the agreement, so she wasn't worried. But her humor came from the fact that her soaked panties were also gone. Danea had taken a prize with her. Caitrin was alright with that; Danea had been really good to her and she deserved the reward. Besides, she had plenty more pairs at home.

She gathered her stuff back up, cleaned up her chalk circles from the gym with a minor bit of magic, and let herself back out of the building just as carefully as she had entered. Checking her watch, she saw it was just past 2AM. She'd spent a just under an hour having sex with the demon girl, but it had been well worth it. The walk back home through the night shrouded streets was just as uneventful as it had been coming.

She grinned when she saw the bulk of her home in the distance. Caitrin was an orphan and a ward of the Great Reformed State of Michigan. Her mother had died shortly after she was born due to an infection and a weak heart; her father had just disappeared when she was ten. Since then she'd been in a few of foster homes in the county and things like that at first, but she'd been here for most of her life. The building ahead was the Huron Valley Group Home for Girls. In its last life it had been an off campus dorm for the nearby university. But the county had bought it two years ago for cheap. Now it housed fifteen young girls of all ages under the care of the two kindly women that lived in the small house connected to it by an added-on corridor. It was financed from a generous trust fund that the government couldn't legally touch in any way.

As she got closer she made out more of its big, blocky shape. It was two stories of red brick in a large rectangle. On this side it fronted against the street, but on the other side was a leftover parking lot and utility shed. Rectangular halls ran inside it, making for rooms on both sides of that hall, and in the middle of the top floor, inside the frame of dorm rooms, was a large social space with couches and tables, games, and a big, sometimes functional TV. One was held their collective book collection. The downstairs middle space was the kitchen and dining room. The girls all kept the place clean by doing chores and the older ones, about half, were on rotation for cooking the meals. Being the current oldest, Caitrin was one of those.

All the entrances were key-carded and had cameras, plenty of light bathed the surroundings, and all of it was left over from its dorm days. But the security made the girls feel a little safer. Caitrin felt safe because she had also warded it all. So she took out her own little plastic card from her pocket and swiped it on the reader next to the rear and lesser used entrance that was against a wooded lot. It gave a soft beep and a light blinked green. She pulled the door open quietly, and stealthily went to the stairwell nearby. Once on the second floor she made her way to a set of rooms near the corner on the back-side of the building. Withdrawing keys with their fat portions wrapped in silencing electrical tape from her pocket, she slid the one with red tape into her door lock and let herself inside. Once the door was shut she let out a long, relieved sigh.

She would probably be in huge trouble if she was caught out after curfew without prior permission. She was home free though once she made it to her room because she had neither a roommate nor any suitemates in the room connected to hers via a large shared bathroom and shower facility. The other room had been empty since the older girl that had lived there two years ago graduated and went off to college somewhere; so all that space was hers for now.

Most of the older girls shared a room with a younger girl to whom they were supposed to watch over and mentor. This sisterly arrangement was supposed to engender a closer rapport between the residents and to help teach a sense of responsibility to the older girls. Again, like with the Coven, Caitrin had no roommate to mentor and take care of. She figured Fate was against her because she really wanted one. But it did make any nocturnal jobs easier to perform.

She set her bag down onto her bed, and practically threw her clothes off of her body. She let them fall messily onto the floor, only setting down her knives carefully on her desk, and went into the bathroom and turned on one of the two side-by-side showerheads. A long, hot shower washed the film of sweat and the smell of sex from her athletically toned body and it refreshed her immensely. She was toweling off and walking back into her room through the still open door, completely naked as she liked to be when she slept, when she stopped. Danea was lying dead center in her bed, using her freshly soaked panties like a sleeping bag. A glance at her backpack showed that the zipper was now undone.

"Danea why did you stowaway in my bag?" she asked, keeping her voice low so as not to wake anyone. She knelt beside the bed to make herself level with the smaller person. Danea yawned hugely and stretched her pretty nakedness. Then she rolled toward her.

"I thought living with you would be a lot more fun than wandering around trying not to be eaten by cats or getting screamed at because of what I am," Danea said with a lazy, tired smile, not even opening her eyes. She yawned wide again and Caitrin saw she had tiny fangs. "Besides, I can tell, there are a whole bunch of girls here."

Caitrin stiffened at that. She felt a flash of an unusual emotion.

"Oooh, jealous?" Danea said with a grin, eyes now opening and happy. "Fine, it'll be just you and me, I was just teasing. You were fun and I really like you. You're very special."

Caitrin suddenly felt tremendously tired; too tired to be dealing with her sneaky little demon sexpot again. Groaning at her luck, she decided to deal with it in the morning when she could think clearly and her brain wasn't so clouded. She just wanted sleep. "Whatever," she mumbled.

Removing her backpack, she climbed into to the bed and surprisingly, Danea scampered to one side to let her get in. Then once she was settled onto her back under the sheets, Danea dove under them. Caitrin felt Danea climb over her arms and onto her belly to again make her way to lie between her breasts. She felt the small, warm weight of the girl laying there and it was oddly comforting. Closing her own eyes, she slipped into a contented sleep.

******

Morning arrived with the annoying clamor of an old mechanical alarm clock. Caitrin moaned in protest at the sound and flicked her hand in its general direction. The pulse of angry magic flashed across the room and then splashed with a crackle into nothing against a shimmering golden web that spun up protectively over the clock.

"Ahhh!" Caitrin moaned in morning despair. She always forgot that she had warded the clock specifically so that she couldn't do what she'd just tried. She always did badly in the morning and waking up was never easy, but she had to. She made to sit up, but a soft, mumbled protest coming from near her breasts and under the sheets stopped her. She'd forgotten all about Danea.

She lifted up the sheet and smiled with renewed affection when she saw the cute little demon girl curled up there. Very carefully, so as not to wake her from her peaceful slumber, Caitrin lifted Danea from her chest and set her against the bedspread. The girl mumbled another complaint but Caitrin grabbed the now mostly dry, but still very smelly, pair of panties from the night before from where they lay near the foot of the bed and covered Danea with them. Danea cuddled with a murmur and smiled in her sleep.

"She really is very cute," Caitrin said softly and licked her lips as her body remembered how Danea had felt. She wondered what she could do with the girl. Could she really keep her here in her room? Danea was a person, not a pet, so the idea of locking her up was offensive and illegal. But she could foresee a bored Danea running amuck in this big home full of girls. Maybe she could take Danea around with her, like a tiny partner or something and as a roommate. It was a very pleasing idea because she found she was becoming attached to the girl already. Maybe sex does that?

She moved into the middle of her room. It was fairly spacious since it was just her in it. She'd taken the other bunk apart and put it in the adjoining room until or if she got a roommate. She had two huge bookcases on one wall and a leftover dorm desk next the window that looked out on the small creek that ran behind the dorm's backyard before you hit the woods. Right now, the faint sun of 6AM was coming in. She reached an arm across her body and began her morning stretches.

Once she felt loose, she sat on the floor, locked her feet onto a rung of her desk, and began her first set of sit-ups. Then she switched to pushups, and then several other exercises. After a solid forty-five minutes of hard work and repetition, she had a layer of sweat and a good feeling running through her body. The endorphins of exercise always got her turned on and excited. She was a self-professed exercise junky and proud of it.

She crossed over to her heavy, oak dresser and pulled out a pair of lycra shorts, running shorts, a fresh sports bra and t-shirt that only went down to her bellybutton. Once she was dressed and had put her socks and running shoes on, and grabbed her music player, she started to head to the door. But she stopped when she heard a tiny questioning groan from the bed.

"Caitrin?" said a small, confused sounding voice.

She crossed back to the bed and knelt with an amused smile. "Morning Danea," she said, oddly pleased she had someone to say that to. "You don't have to wake up yet. I'm just going out for my morning run."

Danea smiled sleepily and turned on her side, showing Caitrin her nude front. "mmm'kay," she mumbled.

Caitrin laughed and stood back up in good cheer. Maybe having Danea as a roommate would make things less lonely in here at night. A twinge from her pussy reminded her of other things that would be nice if Danea was around.

"You behave," Caitrin admonished her body silently. She went out into the hall of the dorm and locked the door behind her. She slipped her keys and keycard into her pocket. She put her ear buds in and flipped through the screen on her player until she found a song she felt like listening to and then set the thing on shuffle. Music players were a rare commodity these days, but she loved hers and would use it until it died. No one else got up this early on a weekend, so Caitrin didn't meet anyone else on her way out the main door.

Caitrin had several different routes she used on her runs and knew the approximate time it would take her to complete any one of them. She felt really good today, so she went for one of her longer ones. She passed a number of other morning runners, joggers and power walkers as she went. She recognized many of them because they were the usual crowd at this time of day. They never ever talked, but polite nods in passing were the norm. Caitrin often thought it was like being in one of those silent monasteries where no one ever spoke, but you could communicate anyways with your fellow members. After an hour, the sun had fully risen and she returned to the dorm feeling loose and good.

"Caitrin!" she smiled widely as she entered the front door and a slightly younger looking teenager met her with a fierce hug despite the sweat all over her body. The girl was Millie, and she was barely a year younger than Caitrin. They were pretty much best friends. Millie knew everything about her including all about her crushes and stupid things like that.

"Morning Millie," Caitrin said with wide grin. Millie's skinny frame was only dressed in a pair of loose shorts and a baby-t. Her cute feet were bare. Most people agreed that she was pleasantly cute because she had mousy brown hair and an adorable sprinkling of freckles. Caitrin had never considered her as a love interest because she liked their relationship the way it was and Millie had never asked either. "Where's Meredith?"

Meredith was her seven-year-old roommate. The child was a quiet one and preferred reading in their room with Millie to hanging out or roughhousing or just goofing off. But she was very nice and Caitrin knew the girl had one hell of a brain in her little head. Caitrin was always happy to help whenever she needed help on her ambitious school work.

"She's still asleep," Mille answered, still hanging onto Caitrin's arm in a comfortably friendly manner and looking up into her eyes. Millie's were a warm brown. "I have cooking duty this morning so I let her sleep in. We stayed up kind of late last night reading, so she's probably tired."

"Millie!" a scowling, skinny, red-head in an apron stepped out of the door into the kitchens, just a little ways down the hall. "You're supposed to be helping me make the scrambled eggs and now you're gonna be all sweaty from hugging Cait!"

"Morning to you too, Lizzy," Caitrin said smiling despite the other girl's tone. Lizzy was fourteen and fit the cliché about fiery redheads to a T. But Caitrin liked her a lot too. Lizzy was also the best cook out of all the girls.

"Morning Cait," Lizzy responded in a more genial tone. She liked to shorten the names of people she liked or bestowed nicknames. "Sorry, didn't mean to yell at you, but I really need Millie."

Caitrin have Millie a playful swat on the behind and a gentle push toward Lizzy, "go on then," she told her smiling friend. "Just make sure to wash your hands please."

"I can guarantee that!" Lizzy grinned and then dragged the laughing Millie back into the kitchen by the hand.

Caitrin chuckled as she made her way back upstairs. The household was large with fifteen girls all living together, but Caitrin liked most of them. Their personalities were interesting and diverse. She wondered what would happen if they maxed out the place with the full twenty-six it could hold at two to a room. When she re-entered her room, Danea was laying spread eagle on the bed, cheerfully humming a song she vaguely recognized. The little demon rolled up into a sitting position as she walked in further. Her beautiful cat-like eyes followed her and the tail was twitching.

"You smell kind of good!" Danea said in a laughing tone.

"I'm all sweaty," Caitrin protested with a smile as she pulled off her sweat soaked clothes. Danea had already seen her naked and it aroused her when she saw the open appreciation of her body in Danea's tiny eyes. Once she was just sweaty and naked, she gathered her dirty clothes from last night and this morning and chucked them all into her hamper in the bathroom. "Wanna shower with me?" she offered the demon when she went back.

"Awesome! I've never bathed with another girl before!" Danea made a giggling run to the edge of the bed and leaped. She vanished in midair to appear as expected on Caitrin's shoulder. She sat sideways and rubbed herself on the shoulder bone as Caitrin walked them both into the bathroom. Caitrin wondered idly as she went, if Danea could only do that teleporting thing when she was tiny.

"Can you switch to your other size?" Caitrin asked. "It'll be hard to wash you if you're so small. I don't want to hurt or accidentally drown you."

"Sure!" Danea did a dive of from her shoulder and with a ripple of light; she was in her full size child-like form. Caitrin's pussy moistened at the sight.

"Which form is your real one?" Caitrin asked; trying not to groan as Danea rubbed along the length of her left leg with her tail. That tail was amazing, but she reached out and turned on both shower nozzles this time, and then waited for them to warm up.

"This one," Danea answered promptly, grinning and doing a graceful spin to show off. At this size she had a mischievous look to her, but her skinny, immature body still turned Caitrin on like crazy. "The little one is just a lot more convenient most of the time for hiding and stuff like I was doing at the school. It also feels really nice to sleep on you like I did last night between your lovely breasts. It just takes a lot of energy for me to make the switch. But this is the one I was naturally born with."

When the shower was finally hot enough, Caitrin pulled the happy demon into the showers with her. Once Danea was wet, she pulled the girl into the gap between sprays and soaped up her hands with the body wash. She started with Danea's smooth back and the girl really seemed to like her strong hands massaging back there. As she knelt and enjoyed cleaning Danea's little round ass, she noticed the girl didn't have a single hair on her body below her head.

"You're so nice and smooth," she said, running her hand between the girl's legs for a second before washing them. Now that she had a real girl under her fingers, Caitrin thought she could really get addicted to this. "How old are you Danea?"

"My age?" Danea groaned. "I just turned eleven a couple weeks ago, why?"

Caitrin's hands stopped for a moment. Eleven! Danea really was a child and she'd had sex with her! Her mind raced to deal with the revelation. She had thought that maybe Danea was like some demon people she'd heard of that never aged at all past a certain point. They just kept a single form. But Danea wasn't like that at all!

"If you're worried about my age, don't," Danea turned around so that Caitrin could wash her front but she was still smiling. "I knew exactly what I was doing when I asked for you to have sex with me last night. Besides, sex is an important part of who and what I am and I was glad you were my first one. You're my special person Caitrin!"

"But you'll grow into an adult?" Caitrin asked, inwardly overjoyed that she had also been Danea's first and that Danea thought so much of her already. She finished with Danea's legs and rose to clean her torso. Danea was soft and warm under her fingers. It was a sensation she had longed for and dreamed about since she had first realized she liked girls, back when she was seven. She had developed a little earlier than many of her peers and she had gotten in trouble a couple of times because of that; mostly for masturbating in inappropriate places or staring too long.

"Sure I will," Danea smiled. "Ooooh," she leaned into Caitrin's fingers when she played with girl's tiny nipples. They were hard and apparently very sensitive. She gave them pinched tugs and Danea cooed nicely. She released one nipple and gently washed the girl's face while still playing with the other. Once that was done she dropped the washing hand between Danea's slim legs. Danea spread them obligingly and Caitrin wormed a finger deep inside. She thrust that finger in and out and rubbed against Danea's little clit. She grinned when Danea suddenly cried out and something even hotter than the shower poured out onto her hand and strong muscles milked at her finger. Caitrin pulled out and quickly tasted her fingers for the sweetness on them. She guessed having sex with Danea really wasn't going to be a problem; she loved this and Danea too much already. She didn't want to stop.

"My turn now," Danea panted.

They switched places and Danea insisted on doing it in the same order. So she turned her back on the girl and sighed as small soapy hands rubbed her back. Danea seemed to really like her ass because she spent a great deal of time washing there and running her fingers inside her crack and other nice places down there. But them she felt something long, warm and wet push on her freshly cleaned anus and slip in past her tight, muscled ring.

"Danea?!" she asked. "Oh my god, what the fuck is that?" She turned her head as far as she could and it looked like Danea had her face in her ass. No way! Caitrin shivered and trembled as Danea's long tongue worked some wonderful magic inside her. She didn't know how Danea could stand to do that, even if her little fingers had just cleaned her there pretty thoroughly. A finger touched its tip onto her clit and rubbed in a fast circle. An orgasm like nothing she had ever felt before ripped through her body from her clit and ass and she had to close her mouth tightly to keep from shouting at the top of her lungs.

As her body tremors subsided, she felt small hands gently washing her belly. Then they each grabbed a breast and massaged them. It was a soothing feeling after what had just transpired. Danea seemed to recognize her need to recover because she just gently finished the washing with no more strong stimulations. After they both washed the others hair, a task they both greatly enjoyed doing, they just sat down on the white tile floor in the hot spray for a bit. Danea sat down sideways Caitrin's her lap and laid her head on one breast with her eyes closed.

"Whew!" Caitrin finally said. "That was really something else, Danea."

"I've always wanted to try that, and you have a nice butt," Danea giggled. She reached out a finger to playfully tweak the hard nipple on the opposite side from which she was resting her head. It was already hard so it just felt good. "You're the first person I've done anything with other than myself."

"Really?!" Caitrin was honestly surprised even though Danea had said this earlier too. "But you seem to know what to do so well."

"Comes with being what I am I guess," Danea shrugged, "instinct and all that."

"Well, it feels amazing," Caitrin smiled. "And it makes me wonder if I was any good at all."

"Oh, it was plenty good!" Danea said earnestly. "Your strong hands are really nice, plus, your instincts are the same as mine."

"Thanks," Caitrin kissed the demon girl on her forehead. Then she said what she was now almost afraid to say. "Can I ask how long you are going to stay with me? Don't you have parents?"

"Yeah, I did." Danea said, sounding incredibly sad. The arousal in her eyes dimmed. "But my dad disappeared five years ago and my mom vanished two months ago. Then some bad people and things started moving around our home. So I left there to hide."

"Right about when people started complaining at school," Caitrin smiled. But then it went away as she realized Danea was pretty much in the same boat as her. "What about the other question?"

"Can't I just live here with you?" Danea asked pleadingly, her eyes watering. "You're really nice and you let me do sex stuff with you. You feel really good too and you're already special to me. In my other form I don't even take up much room! Don't you like me too? I really want to stay with you and do other stuff together too!" Caitrin used a finger to stop the flood of words.

"I don't run this place, Danea. But I do seem to like you too," Caitrin said with a sigh as she gently hooked some stray hair and moved it out of Danea's pretty eyes. She wondered how one girl could have her so hooked in just their one night and morning of acquaintance. But she found that she trusted Danea and wanted to have her around. She too was starting to feel there was something between them. "Maybe we can talk to the two Mothers and see if you can get in as a resident. You are homeless after all."

She paused at that. If Danea did get approved, than she would be the girl's roommate because she was the only one without, so Danea would stay with her permanently. Would it even be right of her to try for that? But in that regard, it was already too late wasn't it? She'd already had sex with the girl twice and without any remorse at all. She'd tossed the age thing aside at the very first argument against it. Maybe she was the one that was abnormal.

"Will that work?" Danea asked.

"Won't know until we try at least," Caitrin shrugged. "Come on, the water is going to get cold soon. Well get dressed and get some food. Then we'll ask."

"Clothes!" Danea gave her a pout.

"Yes, you have to wear clothes when you meet everyone, at least when you're this size." Caitrin smiled. "Otherwise I might be too distracted to talk. I'd be too busy thinking about doing things to you."

"I suppose," Danea said in grudging agreement. "But before, my family just went around as we are. I like being naked."

They got out of the showers and Caitrin turned them off. They took turns drying the other and Danea's spirits picked right back up when she got to feel Caitrin up again. She giggled delightedly when Caitrin had to pull her away from sucking on her nipples. Caitrin knew that if the girl kept that up for long, they'd end up going at it again and there were things to do if Danea was going to live anywhere. But it had felt pretty damn good.

Caitrin found that very little of her clothes, made for her taller and more developed figure, would fit the girl. So Danea went without any underwear, wearing a pair of soccer shorts with the drawstring pulled tight to keep them on her. Caitrin's t-shirt was also pretty huge on her since on Caitrin's body they had to fit over her breasts. For comfort's sake, she used one of her knives to cut a tail hole in the shorts and the long tail gave added support to keeping the garment in place.

Caitrin wore what she usually wore on a Saturday; a loose sleeveless shirt and yet another pair of cotton athletic shorts. On her the shorts were tight and showed off her athletic legs which Danea liked a lot. What she didn't like was Caitrin putting on a cotton bra and panties. Danea was of the opinion that Caitrin should show off more for her.

"I can't go around flashing people what I've got," Caitrin pointed out when they were dressed. "Yeah, it's a house full of girls and all of them know I'm a lesbian, but that doesn't mean I can just shove myself in their faces."

"I wouldn't mind you doing that!" Danea said, most unhelpfully.

"Maybe not, but they would, now come on. Do you remember the story?"

"Yep!" Danea gave a mock salute as she wandered aimlessly around the room. Caitrin wondered if it was just in her nature to never be fully still when she was on her feet. "You saw me sneaking around outside last night and invited me in to have a bed to sleep in; which is almost entirely true, even if it's worded a bit differently."

"Telling the truth works the best because then you don't have to worry about keeping a fictional story straight if you have to retell it more than once." Caitrin said, pleased. "And remember, nothing sexual with any of them. They aren't like me."

"That's fine, I have you now anyways," Danea agreed quickly which made Caitrin's cheeks warm a little.

They were running a little late due to the clothing problems, so the hallways were empty all the way to the big dining room. She was glad for this because it would mean giving only one explanation for Danea being here to the whole group. They'd had friends of some of the girls visiting here occasionally as guests, so hopefully they wouldn't make too big a deal out of it until she could talk to the two dorm mothers who were in charge of them all.

The clatter of silverware on plates and the chatter of many young girls filled the air as they approached the open double-doors of the dining room. They crossed the doorway and it took a moment for someone to notice them. Thankfully it was Cheska that noticed first.

"So cute!" Cheska was a twelve-year-old girl with white-blonde hair kept back in a long, messy tail. She was almost always cheerful and extremely energetic. She drove her roommate lovingly nuts. But she was about the friendliest person on the entire planet and her favorite things were cute things and since Danea apparently fit in that category.

Cheska ran up to them and threw her skinny arms around the profoundly befuddled Danea, who returned the greeting with a questioning look toward Caitrin. Then Cheska let her go and gave Caitrin the same treatment, Caitrin grinned and ruffled the other girl's hair playfully. She loved Cheska as her own little sister and the younger girl was the most frequent visitor to her room other than Millie. They got along great.

"Caitrin! Who is she? Is she your friend?" Caitrin stopped Cheska's rapid-fire curiosity with an upraised hand. All the others, including the graying Ms. Tonlin who was one of the Mothers, were starting to come and see what was going on. Visitors at meals were an infrequent event these days so they naturally wanted to be in on things. Caitrin waited until all who wanted to hear had gotten close enough to be able to.

Caitrin gestured at Danea with one hand. "Everyone, this girl is Danea. I found her last night and she didn't have a place to stay, so I let her have a place to sleep for the night in my room.

"Uh, hi'ya!" Danea said in greeting, smiling pleasantly. Her long tail was twitching in eager curiosity at the people around her. If she got near anything made of glass at the moment, she was a walking disaster.

"Are those horns real?" asked Katrina, Cheska's more peaceable roommate. She was fourteen, brown-haired, and a bit on the short side for her age. She had a very gentle nature and was a bit shy around loud people. "The tail too?"

"Sure they're real, see? Danea whipped her long tail around and held it out. All the girls reached out an eager hand to give it a good feel. Caitrin was the only one who saw the aroused look on Danea's face from the attention to the limb. But a raised eyebrow at the girl let her know to hide that and she did.

"It's fuzzy!" said four-year-old Kana. She was the youngest and newest in the dorm. Everyone doted on her and she was adorably sweet. She was everyone's kid sister. For a while, everyone was jealous of her roommate.

Millie came up alongside them and reached out to run her fingers along one of Danea's curved horns. The horn was a smooth white with black tip that curled upwards and from Millie's surprised expression, equipped with a sharp point. The others also wanted to feel them so Danea obliged by turning her head to give them better access. Caitrin was just glad she was being so patient and friendly. Danea actually seemed to be enjoying it all.

Then a set of hands clapped loudly. "Girls!" Ms. Tonlin said in her voice of authority. She and Mrs. Sakamoto had raised and taken care of all of them for years and there wasn't a girl in the room who didn't care for and respect them. There had been a couple of severe problem cases two years ago, but they had been quietly moved elsewhere to receive help. "Girls," she continued. "Let her have a moment to breathe. You'll smother her at this rate."

"I'm alright," Danea said with a wide smile on her face. She stepped back and leaned affectionately and possessively backwards into Caitrin. "I didn't mind."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Danea," Ms. Tonlin smiled back. "Millie and Lizzy," she paused to grin at the name combination, "made plenty of good food. Please have a seat and eat some."

"Thank you," Danea said politely.

"Well!" Ms. Tonlin looked right at Caitrin with that particular look of hers. "Come and see me when you're through and we'll talk about it."

"Sure thing," Caitrin agreed, not that there was any question that she would do otherwise.

The room was set up with just enough of those folding-style tables to hold the number girls they had plus a small one off to one side of the big room for the Mothers when they ate with them. The limited seating, four to each side of a table, was kept that way so that no one would sit off alone and to encourage them to socialize. It seemed to work fairly well most of the time.

Caitrin grabbed an extra folding chair from the rolling rack of them against one wall and set it up next to her empty chair. Her customary place was at a corner of the third table into the room from the door, and next to her was always Millie. This put Danea out on the end, which was normally kept empty at all the tables. If Danea stayed on, then the order, which was pretty fluid anyways, would change.

One more table was set up by the swinging doors to the kitchen. On it was a buffet-style setup of breakfast foods. Breakfast and lunch were almost always done this way since sometimes people were rushing through on their way to school and things like that. On the weekends it was just easier this way since it made for fewer dishes to clean.

Before Caitrin could even move to get a plate and silverware set for Danea, Millie was already bringing them for her. Danea thanked Millie in a delighted manner, then she and Caitrin both went and filled their plates with eggs, toast and hash browns. Caitrin also grabbed a couple fast food jelly packets because toast always needed jelly.

All the girls at their table were curious of course about Danea, but they were polite enough to keep the interrogation light so as not to pressure her too much and let her eat. The conversation was upbeat and soon everyone was giggling and laughing. Danea's playful personality fit right into the group and she was a hit with some of her tales about her non-panty and cheerleader related exploits. It seemed that in the short time she was alone she got up to quite a bit of mischief. As promised, she kept away from her love of sex. No one broached the absolutely taboo topic of where her parents were. That question was forbidden here because someone would always start crying when old pain was dredged up.

When they were finished, she was pleasantly shocked when Danea tried to volunteer to help clean. "No way!" Katrina said in pleasant denial. She was on cleaning duty this morning with another girl. "Right now you're a guest and it's against the rules for you to clean."

"She's right," Lizzy seconded with a firm nod. "It's not too bad back there anyways. We have a heavy-duty commercial dishwasher for the plates and stuff. Plus, Millie and I already cleaned the egg pans because those are a pain if they sit for any length of time."

"Alright, I guess," Danea actually seemed a little let down that she wasn't allowed to help. Caitrin guessed that she just wanted to feel like she belonged here. She would feel differently when the bi-weekly scrub down of the dorm happened. That was real work, but necessary in a building this large.

"Come on," Caitrin said, putting her arm around the smaller girl and leading her out of the room. Ms. Tomlin had already left so they would need to meet her over at the house. She would be there with Mrs. Sakamoto going over the official stuff that kept the group home running. The government, even in these times of massive changes, still required an annoying amount of paperwork to make a place like this function and Mrs. Sakamoto was even older than Ms. Tonlin. She couldn't do it all herself these days.

Danea gave her a hopeful look as they walked down a hallway to the long corridor that had been built to connect the dorm to the house. "If I stay here and live with you, will I cook and clean and stuff? Just like all the other girls?"

"Of course, it's part of living here," Caitrin answered cheerily. "The mothers are much too old to be taking care of over a dozen girls without help from us. We do all the labor, thankfully, as the exchange for the roof and community they have provided for us. It's also makes it a much nicer place to live."

"I think I would like that," Danea mused with a pleased smile. "But, with this many girls, don't they fight sometimes?"

"Oh, sure," Caitrin laughed. "You can't have a big place like this full of girls and not end up with the occasional disagreement. But our large number also lets us self-police things. Most arguments are petty anyways and between all of us we can usually get the two that are fighting to settle down. We've all learned almost everything about each other by this point so we know who will be upset by what, most of the time."

"Like Lizzy for example," she continued, turning them down the connecting hall. She saw a couple of younger girls were following them out of curiosity. "Everyone, including her, knows she has a fussing personality. She doesn't insult people but she can get a little heated when she gets really excited or stressed. But she will always apologize and make good, and she's very loving when you get to know her. If you need help, she's always the first to volunteer."

"So it's kind of like having one huge family?"

"Sort of," Caitrin replied. "I'm closer to some than I am others, and we all have our own lives, but we like to keep our sense of togetherness. I know that I can go to any of the girls here with a problem and they'll want to help me, and vice versa. The closest ties are mostly between those that are roommates and suitemates."

"You never had a roommate?" Danea asked.

"No," she said a little sadly. "I've always wanted one, but they said that since I was the oldest, I would be reserved to help any new girls we took in. But you would be the first we've had since Kana came to us, two years ago."

Caitrin opened the sturdy, insulated door to the mothers' house and let them both in. Inside was the familiar smell of cinnamon air freshener and a bewildering collection of antique furniture. Danea looked at the variety of interesting curios and clenched her hands as if she was restraining herself from touching everything, and this was only a small study. Caitrin was sure she'd go nuts if they went down into the basement where there was stuff stacked everywhere to the ceiling. She understood the girl's curiosity. She had the occasion urge to explore too and she had a few favorite pieces she liked to look at.

Caitrin led them through a similarly appointed living room and then into the back office. Desks sat facing each other on either side of the room and each had both a computer and a typewriter. Neatly stacked piles of paper sat on the left desk, in front of a 72 year-old woman of Japanese ancestry. On the right side, where Ms. Tomlin sat, was a desk covered in various knickknacks. Each had come from somewhere she had traveled to when she was younger. Most of the antiques were hers.

"Ah, thanks for coming so promptly," Mrs. Sakamoto said with a pleased smile. Caitrin wasn't fooled by that. You only got called in here when you were probably in trouble. They used the split room as a method to keep the girl being chastened from focusing too much on just one of the women if she got upset.

"Ms. Tomlin made it sound like it was imported," she replied.

"We'll see," the old woman answered. Then she looked at Danea who unconsciously moved closer to Caitrin and under her arm at that stare. "So this is the stray kitty you took in?"

"Yes, this is Danea," Caitrin said, putting her hand on the girl's shoulder to move her back into view. "I don't know her last name. But considering what she is, she may not have one."

"No, I don't," Danea agreed politely.

"How exactly did she come to be here again?" Ms. Tomlin asked.

Caitrin retold the constructed story. Since it used only a few fabrications mixed in with the full truth, she thought it would hold up well. But her hopes fell when Mrs. Sakamoto gave her a sharp look as she ran down.

"Don't spin me tales, Caitrin," Mrs. Sakamoto said with a bite to her tone. "We saw that you went out on another job last night." Caitrin twitched at that. "Yes, we saw you leave and walk down the street. Not all old ladies go to bed early every night."

"You know how we feel about these night jobs Caitrin," Ms. Tomlin said in exasperation. "You shouldn't be out there at night by yourself. If something happened to you, who would be able to help you? It was bad enough with that twisted ankle two months ago. But what if something really dangerous comes along? The other girls would be devastated if you were injured. You're their oldest sister."

"I wouldn't mind a partner," Caitrin replied agreeably. "But I need to keep in the good graces of the senior Coven members if I'm ever to fully join. By doing the tough jobs and volunteering myself, I make a good impression. I just haven't found my other half yet and they keep giving me jobs like the one last night, safe and unimportant."

"All this stuff about magic and Covens and monsters from stories," Mrs. Sakamoto shook her head. "The world was so much simpler when the only inhuman monsters in existence were the ones we voted into office for government. If that Coven really cares, they should help you find your partner."

"It's not a dating service," Ms. Tomlin chuckled. "I think Caitrin will manage that without others butting in. But with that bit out of the way, let's talk about you, Danea. Where are your parents?"

"Dead or disappeared," Danea replied. She frowned deeply. "I've been living on the streets and then in the school for a while. It was safe there."

"So that's where you really met her?" Ms. Tomlin asked, looking at Caitrin.

"Yes, I was hired to remove some sort of pest from the school. Turned out it was just Danea using a miniature form that she can assume. Then she followed me home and by then I was too tired to argue. This morning I found out that she's just an orphan like me and this is a home for them. I don't have a roommate or any suitemates, so I figured she could just stay with me in my room."

"Hmmm," Mrs. Sakamoto peered at Danea and the young girl leaned even more into Caitrin and wrapped her tail around her leg. "But since she has lived on the streets and is clearly not a human or wholly human at least, the State may fuss about it. She won't have any papers to declare her identity and if her parents weren't human either, then who knows. I'd have to talk to a lawyer and find out."

Caitrin felt a glimmer of hope from the direction the old woman had gone. "But if it was all okayed, she'd be able to stay?"

"I don't really see why not, as long as she's willing to follow the rules and get along with the others. Taking in homeless girls is the whole point of this place after all. Until we talk to Russell Bareman, our lawyer, I think it would be safe enough to let her stay with you since we can't just toss her back out into the wild dark after we just got done telling you how dangerous it is outside at night."

"I can stay!" Danea did a little hop of glee and then flung herself up into Caitrin's surprised arms, wrapping her surprisingly strong legs around to hold herself up, and nuzzled her face into Caitrin's neck with wet smooching. Caitrin giggled from the girl's kisses on her neck and returned the embrace.

"Excitable young thing isn't she!" Mrs. Sakamoto said with a soft laugh. Then she noticed that Danea's borrowed shorts were sliding down dangerously, despite the tail's help holding them in place, and her butt was hanging out. "Good lord! Did she have to borrow your clothes Caitrin?"

"Yeah, I was thinking of going out after this to buy her some things. She needs pretty much everything since in her small form she doesn't keep the clothes she happens to be wearing at the time. So when I found her she had nothing."

"Borrow some more publicly decent items from one of the younger girl before you go," Ms. Tomlin commanded. "The way she is now, she'll lose those shorts before too long."

"Awww, do I have to?" Danea complained, still clinging tightly to Caitrin, though somehow she had twisted around so that she was now piggyback. Caitrin felt her grinding herself against her back. "If I have to wear clothes, can't I just wear yours Caitrin; they smell nice, like you."

"We can't have you running around indecently clad," Mrs. Tomlin chided. "And you must agree to the rules to live here."

"Poo," Danea said in resigned complaint. Caitrin felt the girl's tail, still on her leg, and realized that the limb was squeezing and massaging her in a way that was making her excited again. Danea sighed and laid her chin on Caitrin's shoulder from behind so that their cheeks touched. "Alright, I'll wear the clothes. As long as I'm with Caitrin I guess I don't mind."

"Good girl," Mrs. Sakamoto said approvingly. "You can be however you like in your own room, but running around like you are in public might bother the others. Caitrin, go ahead and go back. It'll probably take a couple of days before we can get any kind of official word. Bring the receipts for the clothes you buy and we'll reimburse you."

After that, Caitrin and Danea left the office and started to head back into the dorm. Danea stayed on her back perch as they walked and she squirmed and giggled happily. Caitrin was very aware that Danea's crossed arms had lowered down over her breasts and her nipples were rubbing against them nicely. She was almost wishing Danea would just reach a little and give them a proper feeling up, but they were in public and that would be bad.

Then she smiled as they entered again into the connecting corridor. She'd had sex twice this morning and she was already gearing up for another go. It was a lot better than her frequent masturbation sessions and it was really pushing her already hyperactive libido into overdrive. She was pretty sure she could go upstairs right now and spend the entire day with Danea and keep on going. Then she felt something with smooth, short fur worm up the leg of her shorts and panties to rub at her wet entrance.

"Danea!" she moaned in denial. "We can't do that here." She supposed she should have said 'we can't do it at all', but her hormones and wet pussy were suggesting strongly otherwise.

"You're so wet still," Danea giggled and kissed her cheek. Now she did reach down, laying her weight onto Caitrin's back, and took a breast in each hand to pinch at her nipples playfully

"Danea! Please wait until we're somewhere else, I'm gonna make a mess," Caitrin groaned. Then she almost gasped in disappointment when Danea let her go and slipped back down to the floor. She had to stop walking for a second then because Danea had left her just a hair from having a very strong orgasm as they walked and her legs were feeling unsteady.

When she had calmed a little and they resumed walking, Danea clung possessively onto her arm. She also made sure that arm rubbed once over one of her own hard nipples to show that she too wanted some attention. That made Caitrin grin again. Living with a girl who was just as constantly horny as she was could be really fun as long as they behaved while they were in the open.

When they entered the dorm's ground level hallway, three of the girls were waiting in a small clump against the wall. It consisted of Lizzy, Millie and Cheska, her closest friends. They locked their eyes onto her and Danea and they all smiled wide. All five of them met and formed into a circle.

"So she's staying on here with us?" Lizzy asked, jerking a thumb towards the clinging Danea. She now had her red, fuzzy hair tied back in a tail and her freckled cheeks dimpled with her smile.

"At least for a couple days," Caitrin agreed. "We still have to wait for approval from the State on whether or not she can be a permanent resident. But for now, she's my new roommate."

"Congrats!" Millie laughed. "We all know how much you've wanted one. But don't forget about all of us now that she's around."

"I won't let her forget," Danea interjected, grinning mischievously. She hugged Millie in a leaping stride and then giggled as she rubbed their cheeks together. "So soft!"

"Thank you, I think," Millie said with a confused, but friendly smile when Danea let her go. "I guess you like to touch people?"

"I do!" Danea agreed, now she was moving to Lizzy. Since she knew what was coming now, Lizzy just calmly accepted the hug and rub. Caitrin noticed she seemed to actually like the embrace. Cheska, having already hugged Danea earlier, was more than happy to do it again, and the two young girls giggled happily together.

"Hey Cheska," Caitrin said once they had parted. "Would it be possible to borrow some clothes for Danea so we can go shopping and buy some stuff of her own to wear?"

"Sure, I don't mind," Cheska aid. "Come on, Danea, I've got some cute stuff!"

They all followed Cheska down the hall and into her first floor room. The inside was filled with a profusion of color. Cheska was always into things being colorful and her side of the room was sometimes a visual shock. There were pillows, posters, blankets, stuffed animals and god only knows what else. Katrina's side of the room was much more normal.

"Is Katrina helping down at the library again today?" Lizzy asked as they all filed in and sat in a line on Cheska's soft bed. The girl in question was leading the ever curious Danea over to a dresser which didn't have a single centimeter of empty space on its flat top. It was covered in things Cheska found cute.

"Yeah, she said they're short today because of some big football game down at the University," Cheska smiled. As odd a match as they were, Cheska and Katrina loved each other deeply and looked out for each other. Cheska pulled out a pair of pink panties, a pair of jeans, a white spaghetti-strap top and a stylish, pink sweater that buttoned up the front. "Put it on!" she cheered at Danea.

Then Caitrin laughed aloud at the stunned looks everyone else got on their faces as Danea simply stripped off Caitrin's clothes right where she was standing instead of going into the bathroom. Caitrin also noticed that Danea was enjoying being naked again and that she was making sure Caitrin was getting a good look. But she picked up the panties and drew them on, tucking her tail down through a leg hole

"They pinch at my tail," Danea complained.

Cheska looked at the jeans in her hand. Then she muttered something and placed them back into the dresser and removed a denim skirt instead. Danea put it on as well as the shirt and sweater. When she was done, Caitrin smiled amusedly at Cheska's happy mewling sounds from seeing Danea dressed this way. Cheska even found a spare pair of shoes from somewhere in her shared closet.

"It's so cute!" Cheska said, turning the confused but entertained Danea every which way so she could look from every direction. Caitrin had to agree with her. Danea looked positively adorable. "It's too bad I don't have anything with a tail-hole."

"Are you going to be able to find anything like that in stores anyways?" Lizzy asked with a laugh.

"Don't worry, I'm still pretty handy with a sewing machine," Caitrin told them. "I'll make the tail holes myself if I have too. So what do you think, Danea?"

"Maybe clothes can be nice sometimes," Danea mumbled as she looked down at herself. "I don't like my tail pinching, but it does look very good on me. Cheska is a lot of fun!" Cheska nearly tackled Danea in her happiness from the compliment and Caitrin was certain these two would be best friends before too long.

"When are you going shopping?" Millie asked. "Can I come; I don't have anything to do today?"

"I was going to leave as soon as I went up to grab my wallet and stuff. I don't mind you coming at all. You can help us pick things out. Danea?"

"Huh?" she turned from where Cheska was eagerly showing off her entire drawer full of cute panties and bras. Caitrin grinned at that too. Trust Danea to find a fellow panty fiend. She wondered if Cheska was into girls too. If she was, Danea would probably get her naked eventually. She would have to warn her against doing that. "Oh, I don't mind either."

"I'll stay here with Cheska," Lizzy smiled. "She promised to trim my hair today."

"Cool," Caitrin nodded. Despite her age, Cheska was already very adept at doing girls' hair. She had a natural talent for those kinds of things. So almost all the girls asked Cheska to do theirs and the girl was more than happy to get her little hands on them. That part further reinforced Caitrin's theory that Cheska liked girls. That or it was just part of her cuteness obsession.

"Danea, I'm gonna grab my stuff from my room."

"Let me come too!" Danea giggled and joined her at the door.

"She's practically attached to you Cait," Lizzy laughed. She looked at Millie, "wanna just wait here with us since it's on the way out the door?" Millie nodded.

"Be right back then!"

With Danea walking happily beside her, Caitrin took them back upstairs to what was now their room. Almost as soon as the door shut behind them Danea broke into a fit of giggles and hugged her again, pushing her face into her breasts. Her tail returned to probing up Caitrin's shorts.

"So that was your reason for tagging along?" Caitrin laughed as she felt her body eagerly responding to the renewed attention. She reached down and held onto Danea's cute butt.

"Yes it was," Danea admitted. She eagerly pulled up Caitrin's shirt, shoved the bra aside and clamped her small mouth on a nipple that had yet to soften since their earlier antics. Caitrin moaned at the feeling and stroked her fingers of one hand through Danea's hair. Danea wasn't the only one that was still aroused.

"Better take those shorts and panties off, Cheska won't want your juices all over them," Caitrin groaned out. She let out a pleased hiss as Danea gave her nipple a harder nibble. The tail retracted for a moment and the sounds of the borrowed clothes hitting the floor followed. Then small hands were at her shorts, tugging them and the panties beneath down as well.

"You're really dripping!" Danea giggled as she wiggled a finger into Caitrin's fast-flooding hole. Then she took it back out and tasted the wetness on it. "Yummy."

Laughing, Caitrin picked Danea up in her arms and dumped her onto the bed. Danea giggled some more as she landed with a bounce and even continued when Caitrin kissed her hard and stuck her own finger into the younger, vice-tight pussy. "It's not just me that's wet," she said teasingly. "But we need to be quick this time."

She slid down Danea's skinny body and clamped her mouth onto the freely leaking pussy that was already gripping her finger tight. Danea thrust her hips in time to Caitrin's finger thrusts and made tiny grunts of pleasure. Caitrin loved all the tastes, sounds and feelings of making love to Danea. It excited her like nothing ever had, not even her wildest masturbation fantasies.

She felt something on her own entrance, so she widened her legs to give it easier access. The long, flexible tail slid deep into her, much more than her first experience with it and she felt so full inside. Since she was pretty much a virgin to anything other than her own fingers, the tail felt huge. It felt wonderful.

She felt Danea cumming on her finger and mouth and the girl thrashed on the bed. Caitrin gladly drank down as much of the girl's sweetness as she could even as some leaked out and down onto the sheets. But Danea never slowed with the vigorous pumping of her tail.

Slowly, Danea moved up on the bed a little so that she could angle the tail's entry into her womanhood so that it rubbed hard against her clit with its furry texture. Danea also reclaimed a bare breast and suckled hard on the nipple while reaching over to pinch and twist at the other one.

"Oh shit Danea! I'm..." Caitrin's orgasm slammed home and she arched herself up from the extreme pleasure. But Danea didn't stop. The tail kept fucking her even harder. The next orgasm followed the first and dwarfed it. As all her senses blanked out, she was vaguely aware of the tail being yanked out and lips replacing it.

When she reopened her eyes and panted for breath, she saw Danea was still between her legs gently and lovingly licking her pussy lips clean. When she noticed Caitrin looking at her, she sat up and grinned as she pointed down. Caitrin lifted up to look between her legs again and gaped at the massive wet spot that spread out on her comforter.

"Did I make that?" she asked.

"Yep, I knew I could make you cum really hard," Danea answered. "My wet spot is over there." She pointed beside Caitrin and sure enough, there was an even bigger wet spot there. She also saw a newer one was growing again from the fresh dripping now coming from the girl. Caitrin reached down and scooped some from Danea and slurped it down.

"Good thing we took our pants off," Caitrin laughed. "But we need to head back down; we've already taken too long."

"Okay!" Danea clambered off the bed and into the bathroom. She returned with two torn off wads of toilet paper and they dried the other off as best they could. Then Danea walked back and threw them into the toilet. Once they were dressed again and Caitrin had gotten as much of the 'we just had great sex' look off of them and she'd grabbed her wallet and keys, they were ready. When they got back to the others, they were asked what took so long, but no one seemed concerned. Caitrin knew she still smelled like Danea's pussy, but no one noticed that either. Instead Millie just followed them out of the dorm, seeming none the wiser.

As they went down to the bus stop, Caitrin couldn't help smiling at the good fortune she'd had today in finding Danea. She even hoped that maybe Danea might be her other half because their love-making, frenetic as it was, felt natural already. Danea seemed to be a natural compliment to her own monstrous libido and despite their short acquaintance; she was coming to care for the strange demon.

But there was no reason to hurry things along. For now they would just enjoy a shopping trip to the mall. She always liked shopping with Millie and she was sure Danea would have a good time too. Everything else would either happen or it wouldn't.