The Player Witch Augment 4: Hocus, Poke Us

	Another day, another dollhouse.
	Katrina was sure she got that phrase wrong this time. She stayed up too long playing games and didn't get that much sleep. More often than not, this was the reason for her wearing her 'war' paint; to either draw attention away from or to cover up the little bags under her eyes.
	Getting old wasn't easy. Though she looked to be about twenty, in reality... she was in her late twenties. The declining years. She'd spent a little magical energies making sure her breasts stayed perky and her tummy stayed flat. Male wizards didn't have to worry about that. They didn't even have to shave, growing long white beards as soon as they are able. Younger wizards probably colored their beards with correction fluid.
	The only hair Katrina had, outside of her eyelashes and eyebrows, was her large and tangled mane of dark brown hair. Not as long as a wizard's beard, but maybe it would be if she ever brushed it. But that would take forever, and no matter how little business the shop had, she never could find the time to start.
	Katrina bathed in her magical basin, quickly this time, not nearly so dirty from the work of yesterday. She chose another purple dress that might not look different to the untrained eye, but it totally was and OK, shut up, she really wasn't wearing the same dress two days in a row.
	Katina opened the shop at whenever-the-fuck-o'-clock sharp and waited for customers as she ate an apple for breakfast, some of the only food she had left in the shop... except for that watermelon...
	As the American expression went, maybe it was too early to eat cold jizz out of a watermelon. She should put that thing in the freezer and make a freezer pop out of it. Maybe later.
	From a low shelf, always in reach from her chair, she got out her crystal ball, set into a pewter dragon's hand and ornate bronze base. She touched it, electricity and clouds stirring inside the ball. The channels opened within the crystal network... and she opened CurseBook.
	She swiped her finger against the globe, scrolling down to see if anything interesting happened recently. She bypassed lots of baby pictures and funny images of familiars doing silly things. Apparently, some player on the Washington Actual Wizards was thrown out of the league for illegal performance-enhancing spells. The only 'performance-enhancing spells' she was interested in... she already knew, and they didn't help you play basketball.
	The witching world's leading producer of toad powder was issuing a recall, as the released powders might have accidentally been adulterated with frog powder. Anyone allergic to frog was advised not to use the toad powder. Maybe it would be a long time before she could get a resupply.
	And of course, there were the poor souls who had their crystal balls cursed and taken control by an unscrupulous magician. This meant a few people on her Fiend List were now posting pictures of cheap Ray-Ban sunglasses and some natural enhancement drug called Vigorex. Most of these “enhancement products” slyly invoked the name of Viagra, apparently forgetting that Viagra doesn't make your dick bigger. Well, not permanently.
	The door jingled. She closed out of her ball and looked up. It was Ross.
	“Heeey!” She jumped up and hugged him. “You here to make up for yesterday and fuck me twice?”
	Ross sheepishly pulled out his Playstation controller.
	“A rematch?”
	“No, I just wanted to play something. Maybe not another fighting game, though.”
	“Ahh, you want to retire as champ, huh?”
	“No, I have a blister on my thumb.”
	Katrina blew a raspberry and took his hand in hers. She found the blister, not even a centimeter across. She placed her palm over the blister, said a single word and the blister vanished.
	Ross checked his hand. “You can heal?”
	“Can't have witches with blisters and boils in the modern world, can we? We all have to be beautiful in this era.” Ross looked like he wanted to ask something. It certainly wasn't, “can we fuck?” because the answer to that was well-known and documented. “Something on your mind, tiger?”
	Ross shook his head unconvincingly. “No. Thanks for healing that. But... let's still play something that's not a fighting game.”
	The next hour was spent playing the only co-operative game Katrina had. The main player was a super cute flying witch, dodging spells from all directions with the help of a little pumpkin that floated around and obstructed shots for her. Of course, Ross was stuck playing the pumpkin.
	Someone entered the store. Katrina paused the game. “Welcome to Mystical Solutions. We Do Everything, And More! What can I do for you?”
	The man left the doorway and stepped forward. Katrina felt a chill on her bare neck. If Ted was atypical for her clientele, this man was downright unusual. Not that a tailored suit and sunglasses were unusual in any other circumstance. The man took his sunglasses off and tucked them into his pocket. 
	“Hello, are you the proprietor of this establishment?”
	Katrina had hardly felt such a cold chill when she was starting down her Dark Arts and Crafts teacher, telling her that her dog really had eaten her homework. That's why she liked cats more now, like any good witch.
	“I am.” Katrina brought herself around the desk. “Who are you?”
	“I represent a firm from a nearby company. I was wondering if you'd be willing to tell me what exactly you do here.”
	“Oh, you know...” Katrina said. “Usual magical stuff. Spells, curses, hexes... love potions. The usual.”
	“Do you perform body modification here?”
	Goddamn, Katrina cursed in her mind, probably creating a swarm of bats somewhere far away. What was up with the creepy guys asking about their dicks all of a sudden? How cute Ross' shyness seemed in retrospect. How normalized the ways of the unendowed men, be they geek, nerd or whatever else. What was it about this guy that bothered her so?
	“I can turn people into frogs.” Katrina said. “But I'll bet that's not what you're talking about.”
	“No.” The man said curtly. “Let's say I wanted to be able to run very fast without getting tired. How would you do that?”
	“Oh, there's tons of ways to do that.” She said. “I could make it that the muscles in your legs will wear out far less slowly, or I could set your walk to a permanent fast-forward effect sort of... thing, so you'd be faster. I mean... that's not HOW I do it. That's the effect. If you don't know magic, it's like explaining electricity to a caveman. It just won't make sense.”
	“So... what if I wanted to be a better lover to my wife?” The man asked. She just realized he'd never introduced himself, but it was too late to stop for that.
	“Dark chocolate, red wine and listen to her.” Katrina answered, folding her arms. “There's no magic required there.”
	“I think you know what I'm driving at.” The man stepped forward. “Can you help me or not?”	
	“No, I can't.” Katrina answered.
	“Really? You said you do everything.”
	“Not literally everything. But if you can find someone who can do everything, you feel free to go to them. Meanwhile, I'll be here, sitting on my cosmically powerful, essentially omnipotent butt.”
	“I find it hard to believe that, if magic has existed this long, that nobody has summoned the solution to the oldest problem.” He said.
	“Ross, can you come up here, please?”
	Ross froze a second. He'd zoned out during the conversation. He stood up and went to Katrina's side. “This is my boyfriend Ross. Ross, honey, show him your dick.”
	“What?” Ross gasped.
	“Please, just show him your dick.”
	Ross looked between them, his head rocking back and forth like he was sat center at Wimbledon. He groaned a bit, unzipped his fly and scooped out his soft penis, the same size he remembered it being before Katrina's enhancement.
	“Oof.” The man groaned, with the same revulsion he would have from a severed limb. That's what his old dick was, Ross thought. As useless as a amputated body part. It was like his dick didn't even have to show up, like the bassist at a death metal concert.
	“Would I take this miniature specimen every night if I could make him bigger?” Katrina asked, gesturing to it like a Price Is Right Barker Beauty. “Of course not. I'd give him a good ten inches and let him rip me in half every night. But it doesn't matter...” Katrina hopped up to her feet and hugged Ross from the side, cradling his head in both hands. “Because Ross is the sweetest guy I've ever been with, he's the best, and I love, love, love him. Mmwah.” Ross pulled himself back inside his clothes before that kiss got him hard and ruined the charade.
	“And besides... he eats pussy like a dog catcher.” Katrina said. “If you wanted, I could make a potion that makes your mind make pussy taste like something you enjoy, if that helps your marriage. But dick size... like death, that is permanent.”
	The man blinked. “If you say so.” He walked up to Ross and patted his shoulder.	A business card came from nowhere and he put it in Ross' breast pocket. “Call me.” He left.
	Ross was still a little stunned. “Am I really your boyfriend?”
	“If you have to ask, then maybe not.” Katrina said. “But that word just leads to trouble. If you mean, 'two people that have sex,' that will be us in as long as it takes you to get an erection.”
	Ross didn't respond. He removed the business card from the pocket and read it. “You might want to see this.” He passed her the card.
	It was not as long as normal business cards, with a novelty ruler printed on the side that read only three inches. The text under it said, “Shorter than this business card? That sucks! But we can help!”
	The card had the name Randy Abercrombie, a salesman who specializes in Vigorex.
	“What's Vigorex?” Asked Ross.
	“It's a male enhancement drug.” Katrina said grimly. “I'm starting to get very suspicious. He's the second funny character to show up in two days, asking about getting a bigger dick...”
	In her mind, it all finally came together. “without being awkward about it.”
	That was what they had in common. That's what was different about Ted and Randy. They were asking about enhancement with no self-awarenesss, no shyness about confessing their inadequacy to the beautiful witch (if Katrina could be so bold as to assess herself such). Ted even showed himself off with the obvious pride of someone who thought he had it pretty good.
	“Maybe the word's getting out about what you do here.” Ross suggested.
	“No, I don't think so.” Katrina reasoned. “Guys don't go telling anyone they got their dicks enlarged. They all just pretend they always had it. Did you tell any of your guy friends about this?”
	“No, but...” Ross looked away. “I don't have a ton of friends.”
	“Anyway, my business does not spread by word-of-mouth. That's why those emails are effective, because most people filter them out.” Katrina shrugged. “I need to look into who those two were, but... later. Why don't we finally play a two-player game where you get to be in control?”
	Katrina's hand slipped like an eel into Ross' pants and took hold of his still-miniature wiener. He started at the touch, and the cock started to grow hotter and harder, swelling and growing with each beat of his heart. He undid his fly to avoid breaking it, as he was sure his fully operational erection could do. He watched it grow to its complete length, standing off his body like a flagpole.
	Maybe it was a blessing in disguise to still be small when he was soft. If it was a proportional flaccid cock, maybe he wouldn't appreciate how much he really had changed. Now, he got to appreciate it every time.
	Katrina coaxed him over to the desk and rolled herself onto it, pushing the controllers aside. Ross was on top of her, moving his face towards hers hesitantly.
	“You can kiss me if you want.” Katrina said permissively. Ross went for it, and they kissed a few times before she broke off again. “What is this, junior prom?” Katrina pulled his mouth open and slid her tongue inside. They continued this for about a minute before Katrina got bored and pushed him off. “All right, let's... what's the American phrase... let's get this party begun.”
	Ross stepped back. Wow! He had to take a step back now to actually get inside! Never has a single step back felt so good. Then again, the next step forward would surely feel better still.
	Gently, a little too gently for Katrina's liking, Ross pressed himself in until he ran out of cock. He looked down to make sure he hadn't hurt her, but Katrina was just smiling.
	“You won't hurt me, Tyrannosaurus Ross, but you might hurt my feelings if you don't give me all you've got.”
	“Are you going to fake it this time?”
	“I don't think I'll have to.”
	Ross drew himself out and in, over and over, resting his hands on her thighs. He wasn't used to having to move this far when doing this. Katrina threw off her dress, revealing the rest of her naked body to Ross. His right hand went up and landed on her breast, gathering the soft flesh in his palm. He accelerated his thrusts gently, knowing his old equipment would have surrendered long ago.
	“This doesn't hurt?”
	“Shut up and let me have it.” Katrina ordered. “If you hurt me, which you won't, then I'll heal.”
	Ross pressed in as far as he could go, drew out, and repeated. Missionary position sex was as boring to explain as it was fucking awesome when it was a cute witch thrashing and moaning at the end of your broadsword. He fantasized about a sudden rainstorm at the moment of her orgasm.
	The door opened. Katrina looked out towards it, her head hanging upside down. A man entered, wearing a t-shirt under a flannel and jeans. He stopped once he saw the two of them locked in sexual embrace.
	“I'll be with you in a minute.” Katrina pointed up with one finger. She looked back to Ross, who had stopped. She reached around and patted him on the butt, the way you coax a stalling horse around.
	Ross looked down, trying to block out the presence of the stranger, and he continued. He kept his focus on the beautiful woman he was entangled with.
	“I'll bet you came here looking for a bigger cock, huh?” Katina addressed the stranger. “Well, you've come to the right place.”
	Ross closed his eyes and tried to block out her talking. Maybe if he fucked her harder, he wouldn't be able to hear her. Ross turned up the gas.
	“ThAT's riGHT, a hUGE cock LIKE this could BEEE youRS!” Katrina's voice jumped with every pump of Ross' cock. “Not SURe if YOU can tELL, buT HE's a full thirTEEN inCHES! ThaT's RIGht, the BIGgest COck you've EVEr seen OUTside of the ZOOO. We'RE BIGger than PORN. And it COULD be YO-O-OURSS...”
	Katrina's legs rose and shook involuntarily. Her arms grabbed fistfuls of tablecloth and all her muscles tensed. Her head rolled onto her shoulder and she cried out in entirely sincere ecstasy.
	“See that?” Katrina panted. “And he's STILL goING. No more PREmatURE eJACu-LATION prOBLEms, no SIR.” Katrina pinched her nipples for a moment. “He's LIKe the tERMINator. He won't STOP until the JOB is DONE.”
	Ross sped up, still taking full strokes, the room filling with the sound of his heavy breathing and  the musical clap of coitus. Katrina raised her voice, now constantly quavering from the force of the fucking. “If YoU tHiNk ThIrTeEn InChEs WoN't Be EnOugh FoR yOuR lOvEd OnE, wE cAn Go LoNgEr. I PeRsOnAlLy HaVe BuIlT CoCks Up To FiFTeEn InChEs. ThAT's JuSt A LiTtLe BiG, eVeN fOr A sIzE qUeEn LiKe Me, So ThAt's WhY i GaVe hIm ThIs OnE, BeCaUsE hE's sUcH a SwEeThEaRt!”
	Ross groaned and came inside her, the hot come making Katrina climax again. Ross wanted to collapse and let his seed flow into her, but Katirna had another idea. She pulled him out and jacked his slick cock, spraying onto her naked form. Ross took over the wanking and slung ropes of ejaculate all over her body and face.
	Katrina sat up uneasily, the gelatinous come trickling warmly down her sweaty body. She held her hand against her reddened, exhausted pussy. She was wrong before: it did hurt a bit. But pain fades much slower than the afterglow of two great orgasms. She stood up from the desk and walked over to the stranger. Her stance was just broad enough that a little dollop of come slipped from between her legs before she could bring them together again.
	“So... are you interested?” She asked, entirely shameless.
	The stranger had his hands over a spot on his jeans. He shook his head. “No, sorry.” He said weakly.
	“Don't be ashamed if you came in your pants.” Katrina said with her characteristic carelessness that always made men squirm cutely under her gaze. “I'll clean you up and get you a new one.”
	The man started to leave. Once his back was turned, he took his flannel off and tied the sleeves around his waist, the sleeve covering the spot on his jeans. Katrina kept on him. “I'll do it for free! Free huge cock, today only! Just say you want to replace your tiny and clearly much too sensitive weenie and I'll do it! You can even do me wherever you want! Mouth, ass... in between the elbows--”
	He left.
	Katrina huffed, a strand of come hanging from her eyebrow briefly propelled into the air. Ross took the floor, having put himself back in his pants. “I think you scared him off.”
	“Am I scary?” Katrina asked, a hand innocently coming up to her chest.
	Ross froze. “Do... you... want to be?”
	Katrina shrugged.

	Ross left after his private session, insisting he had somewhere to be at one. This left Katrina alone for the afternoon. And alone she most certainly was, as she didn't have a single customer step through her door, not even weird douches who don't seem to want or need her services. How uninformed they were. Every man needed what she was providing. She could never hope to fix them all, but she could try.
	When five o'clock came around, Katrina had enough video games and waiting for this day. She locked up the shop and went into the back. One corner of her back room had a jewelry box with lots of small trinkets and charms. In the third drawer on the top row was a key chain shaped like a totem pole with three heads.
	Katrina whispered an incantation, and she felt the totem face grow in her hand until it was larger than her hand, and then larger still. She was very familiar with this sensation when feeling dicks grow stiff in her hand.
	The lights dimmed, and gravity loosened its grip on her. The totem pole grew larger until it was the only thing she could see. The next thing she felt was the warm breeze and the sand under her feet. The totem keychain was now full-size, buried into the sandy beach in a small alcove of an underused foot path. The chain hadn't grown, nor had she shrunk. She simply went from holding her totem back in Washington to holding this one in Hawaii.
	Some might be amazed to travel twenty seven hundred in a few seconds. But to Katrina, it was, what was the American expression, like child's playing.
	The heat of this tropical paradise suddenly hitting her, Katrina realized she was still dressed in... well, a dress. She dismissed her dress, briefly standing there nude as she summoned a bikini and semisheer sarong. Both purple, of course.
	She checked herself in her pocket compact mirror. Maybe the war paint was a little much for this environment, so she wiped it off with a summoned handkerchief. She needed a slightly classier look for where she was going.
	Black lipstick. That's the ticket to the train, as the American expression went. She retrieved her lipstick. She enchanted all her makeup products to never melt or get goopy in the hot weather. Once it was on here, if it melted off from hot fucksweat... well, even magic makeup could only do so much.
	From the totem, it was a two minute walk to her favorite bar. It was right on the beach, with a decorative thatched roof held up on four great fake palm trees, permanent hula music playing from the only speaker that still worked  and bar “stools” carved out of logs.
	Nobody else was around, at this, probably the hottest part of the day. Somehow, this place was never too crowded, which shocked her, because this place made some great drinks.
	The bartender was leaning on her elbow, surely in violation of the 'if you can lean, you can clean' rule. She turned as she heart Katrina approach.
	“Hey, Katrina!” She waved her hand over her head.
	“Hey, Lily.” Katrina said. “It's been a while.”
	Lily was a Hawaiian woman dressed in such an obvious hula-girl outfit, it probably made the ghosts of her ancestors unhappy. Long dark hair with a big red flower in it, a few leis hanging from her neck and a grass skirt that Katrina suspected was real grass, because it was more hay-colored than green. A few strands of grass seemed to fall out every time she moved.
	Katrina sat at her favorite stool, dead center on the bar, and ordered, “One Shirley Temple.” As a witch, she was highly resistant to almost all kinds of poison, so drinking was pointless.
	“You got it, sweetheart.” She turned around to summon the ingredients, her skirt fluttering out as she spun.
	Katrina thought she saw something that made her heart flutter a bit, but it couldn't be. But while Lily's back was turned, and her hair fell off her back as she bent over... Katrina noticed there was no strap running across Lily's back. She was normally sporting a bikini top or the sporty coconut bra, but they had to find some large coconuts to hide her bosom within.
	“Did you know...” Lily talked with her back turned. “The Shirley Temple was invented here in Honolulu?”
	“I did. You've told me that before.” Katrina said, continuing to eye Lily from behind. “Was it at this bar?”
	“No, the Shirley Temple wasn't invented at this tiny neglected bar my uncle opened four years ago as a tax dodge.” Lily answered, knowing Katrina knew this.
	“Uh-huh.” Katrina said dreamily, looking further down. The grass hung off her hips and parted just enough that she could see the cleft of her rear end.
	Lily twirled again and delivered the drink, and Katrina saw Lily's nude undercarriage for a split second. Her heart started to pound, and she looked down to her drink. It was perfectly made, the cherry floating in the drink like the island they were on, but much sweeter.
	Katrina raised the glass and took a sip. It was excellent, as always, but she would savor this for a while. Such a small drink didn't cool down the whole body, and she was feeling hotter and hotter, even under the roof.
	“So what's up, girl?” Lily asked. “It's been a while.”
	“Not much.” Katrina answered. “How's the bar?”
	“Terrible.” Lily said. “We're completely vacant most of the time. I swear, my uncle wants to keep business as low as possible to get tax rebates or something. I swear, I caught him watering down the booze once. Not a lot, but just enough to make the cocktails all suck and send people to some other bar.” She sighed. “How's the shop?”
	“It's doing OK.” Katrina tipped her head uncertainly.
	“How is it only doing OK? You make giant cocks for a living!”
	“I don't charge a lot. Most of the people don't have a lot of money, and those who have a lot of money... well, they don't need me.” She took another sip. “You still with whats-his-name?”
	“Oh, no.” Lily shook her head. “We broke up like a month ago.”
	“See?” Katrina pointed. “And that's why I didn't give him a big dick. Because he already WAS a big dick. You just didn't see it.”
	“Well, I'm taking a break from men for a while.” Lily said. “I'm going to try to get my own stuff organized first.”
	“Uh-huh.” Katrina's attention drifted as she looked at Lily's breasts. Her top really just consisted of two flower leis hung around her neck and positioned in front of her nipples. How did they stay there? Was this a new uniform enforced by her uncle?
	Lily reached out and touched Katrina's chin with one finger and pushed her head up, back up to eye-contact level. “Are you OK?” She smiled.
	“Sorry, I'm just...” Katrina shook her head, but the lust hadn't left her heart. “Why... aren't you wearing a bikini under that?”
	Lily's hands went to her crotch, even though the grass skirt was hiding everything underneath. “I forgot it today. I can't go home and get it, so I just... taped these leis to my breasts with scotch tape.”
	“Do you want mine?” Katrina slid her thumb under the spaghetti strap of her top and pulled it upward.
	“No, don't be silly.” Lily said. “What, are you going to sit here naked?”
	“I sure am.” Katrina pulled her top off over her head and setting it on the bar. Lily looked around to see if there were any bystanders around. As was typical, nobody was around. Katrina stood up and stepped out of her bottoms and her sarong.
	Katrina returned to her seat and looked at Lily, taking another sip of her drink. Lily stared at her nervously, and Katrina reached out her powerful hand and brought up her gaze with an outstretched finger.
	“I'm up here, Lily.” She said with a smile. “You want to join me? It's really quite liberating.”
	“I don't know.” Lily looked away, still not seeing anyone around, not even out on the beach.
	“Come on. I've pretty much seen the goods anyway, so who are you hiding it from?”
	Lily swallowed, feeling a gentle blush appear on her cheeks. She pulled the leis off her shoulders and removed the loops of tape that had preserved her dignity. She shed the grass skirt and was now standing behind the bar nude except for her flip-flops and the single flower in her hair.
	“See? Isn't this so much better?” Katrina opened her hands, now glancing at Lily's lovely figure.
	“All this time I've known you, I didn't you you were... interested in me.”
	Katrina stopped for just a moment, thoughts firing in her mind. Why WAS she so enchanted with Lily? Sure, she's always been beautiful, but she had never been sexually attracted to her. She only just realized she wasn't wielding her cock, which acted as the catalyst for attraction for Lenore. Maybe that broke the door down and she was now a legitimate bisexual.
	Anyone seeing her carrying her amazing cock would get a new appreciation for that word, certainly.
	“It's a recent thing, I guess.” Katrina confessed. “It's not as if you suddenly got any more beautiful.” She finished her drink, leaving the cherry at the bottom of the glass. “Are you going to ply me with more free drinks, or are you ready to make your move?”
	Lily dipped in and kissed Katrina. Katrina climbed over the bar and landed on Lily as they fell to the floor of the bar and rolled  around, kissing and grabbing at each other. Katrina left a series of black lip prints on Lily's body, from her breast to her stomach to her thighs, like rabbit tracks left behind in the snow.
	Katrina's mouth descended on Lily's pussy, gently licking at it, flicking her tongue and kissing it in alternate motions. She teased it for a bit, Lily weaving her hand into the tangled nest that was Katrina's hair. Lily brought her up from her perch and kissed her again, almost unable to extricate her hand from her tangled hair.
	“Why don't you let me brush your hair?” Lily asked.
	“Because we're fucking right now.” Katrina answered, planting a few more black lipstick marks on Lily's neck.
	“You want to know a secret?” Lily whispered into Katrina's ear. “Sometimes, when it's really slow, and there's nobody around... I do this.”
	Lily inched back against the wall of the bar and took a bottle of imported vodka from the shelf. It had a long slender neck that was sealed with a cap and a plastic seal. She brought the bottle to the floor and gently slid the neck of the bottle into her pussy. She slipped it out and in, holding the bottle by the bottom and playing with herself as comfortably as any toy designed for such a purpose.
	Katrina had never seen this one. Could she have been sneaking one out craftily while they talked innocently during one of their visits? Lily bit her lip and moaned musically as she pushed the neck of the bottle inside her, the air bubble inside making sloshing noises as she did it.
	Lily looked out and saw Katrina staring at this spectacle. Lily's cheeks lit up and lust flamed in her heart like jet fuel. “Oh my God, I can't believe I'm doing this in front of you. I'm so embarrassed, but I really can't stop. You're going to watch me come...”
	“No.” Katrina's hand dropped onto the end of the bottle and stopped it. Lily looked up. “I'm going to make you come.” Katrina pointed the bottom of the bottle at the opening of her pussy.
	“You can't do that!” Lily almost pulled the bottle away. “You'll hurt yourself.”
	“I know my limits, Lily.” Katrina pressed it in. It went in... with slight difficulty at first. The cocks she designed were about this long, but not always this wide. For a bit, she felt like she was trying to sit on a concrete traffic bollard, but she exhaled and it went in, all the way until they were in proper tribbing posture.
	“I told you.” Katrina stole a kiss from Lily's shocked expression. “Now we can really have fun.”
	Katrina and Lily rocked back and forth, Katrina 'fucking' her with the end and Lily pushing the bottle against Katrina's inside. They clapped their clams together eagerly, no longer concerned if anyone found them in such a ridiculous embrace. They might even make the 10 o'clock news with this adventure if anyone found out.
	Lily grabbed Katrina's hands and squealed, and Katrina came not soon after. Lily inched away from the bottle, and Katrina gently pulled it out. Holding the nectar-soaked bottle, she wrapped her lips around the neck of the bottle. Lily leaned forward and licked the moisture from the bottom, their tongues eventually joining to wrestle in each other's mouths.
	Katrina could admit it to herself. She was starting to like the taste of pussy.
	“Whoo...” Lily relaxed, unable to summon the strength to even fan the sweat off her face. “That was great.”
	“You know...” Katrina looked at the bottle. “I've always wanted to try something.”
	“What?” Lily asked. Katrina removed the plastic wrap and cap from the bottle. She looked at the clear substance within. She then stood up and put the throat of the bottle into her ass.
	Before Lily could object, Katrina bent over, ass in the air. Lily watched in horror as the clear liquid slowly drained from the bottle and into Katrina, as easily and readily as upturning the bottle into the sink.
	As she felt the bottle empty, Katrina stood up and removed it. Lily was on her at once. “Are you trying to commit suicide?!” She shouted.
	“What? What's the big deal? Poisons don't work on me.”
	“You don't feel drunk or sick?”
	“Not at all. Your uncle must really be watering them down.”
	“He can't water down alcohol with the seal still on it.” Lily said. “Did you do some sort of trick, to turn it into water like Bizarro World Jesus or something?”
	“No, ma'am.” Katrina said.
	“Well, I'm going to keep my eye on you in case you start to feel sick.” Lily placed her hand on Katrina's shoulder. “You can't throw up alcohol that doesn't go into your stomach.”
	“I didn't realize you loved me that much.” Katina hummed, stepping forward for a kiss. “See? And no whiskey breath.”
	“That was vodka.”
	“Even better.” Another quick kiss. “Since you need to watch me, you want to get out of here and find some semi-privacy out on the beach somewhere?”
	Lily looked at Katrina. She was an expert at detecting when people were drunk, especially people who were pretending not to be drunk. Katrina was solid as a rock, her feet firmly planted on the ground, her posture strong and upright, her eyes bright and beautiful, her tits plump and welcoming... Lily forgot what she was looking for.
	“I think I can take a break.” Lily found a sign that said “Back in 15 minutes” and set it on the bar, where surely nobody would ever see it. Lily went to pick up her grass skirt, but Katrina made it vanish before she could reach it.
	“We don't need any of that.” Katrina smirked. She recited another spell and the sign changed to “Back in two hours.”
	Lily looked at the sign sideways, wondering what exactly Katrina had planned. They knitted their hands together and walked off nude, out towards the deserted beach. They were about a hundred feet from the bar when Katrina let out an involuntary hiccup.
	Lily swooped around and stared at Katrina, who looked more embarrassed at the hiccup than being completely naked at this non-clothing optional beach. “That was a coincidence.” Katrina insisted. “I am completely sober. I don't need to be even one percent drunk to want to fuck you on some rocky outcropping on this beach.”
	Relaxing a bit, Lily said, “Let's find it, then.”
	Katrina's heart burned with unchecked lust, even now. She wasn't sure she even wanted to summon assistance from her newfound magical member. How uncontrollable she might be then?
	Then again... what a shame would it be to keep such a thing from a longtime friend.