Witching Hours

Witching Hours
Chapter 4
By Gunwild

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Standing still in the middle of winds and rain was hard. Orube could do it, but not for as long as the people in the comic books they had at the library. Basically only long enough to catch her breath and think. She thought about moving again, mostly.

*Can’t jump with the wind at my back. Move too fast. Can’t jump without knowing where it will come from. Can’t jump with the wind against me. Can’t jump on a normal-sized car, that’s too short. I’m over-thinking this. Where is my opening? I need to be going. I can’t just- ah.”

It was always easier for Orube to be moving. After a lifetime of training, it wasn’t second nature – it came firmly first. Falling through the air as fast as the raindrops, springing off the roof of a city bus, then finding a handgrip on Hay Lin’s window, all of the minute corrections calculated spontaneously. No thought required.

Jackknifing hard even let her balance her bare toes on the stone windowsill, and lift it open without help from inside.

“Dah!” Hay Lin wheezed, hiding her face behind the pillow she had been hugging. The girl’s voice was ragged and she immediately looked like making any noise at all had hurt her throat. Nevertheless, she squeaked out a nervous something that sounded like “Who?!”

“It’s only me.” Orube removed her white and pink mask, glad that she hadn’t bought a cheap paper one that the rain would have ruined. To spare her friend the pain of talking to ask, she added, “I have a life here, too. I need to keep who I am a secret. And I can’t be invisible all the time, or I’ll forget what I look like.” It made Hay Lin smile.

Being sick, she hadn’t gotten to see a lot of her friends, and even if Hay Lin had seen them it would have been hard to say anything. So she wasn’t sure why Orube had bothered coming all this way in the rain to visit her, though it was worth a laugh when she got the water off of herself by shaking quickly from head to toes. It tickled Hay Lin’s nose with a very fine spray. For someone old enough to be in college, Orube had a lot of childlike qualities, or at least animal ones that made her seem younger.

“I heard you were sick,” Orube went on, “And no one had come to see you. Don’t feel ashamed. It can be awkward among friends.”

Hay Lin wasn’t completely sure why she would have to be ashamed about being contagious, but it was a nice sentiment. Still, did didn’t explain why Orube had decided it was so important to-

“I will help you with your sweating.”

Wait, what?

All in the span of the time it took for Hay Lin to put up her hand in protest, Orube had cast off her loose blouse and begun unsnapping her bra.

Hay Lin had heard of sweating the ill before, of course, but it was an old practice. And it didn’t involve nudity. Her intention was to say “Oh my God, what are you doing?!” but her sore throat choked that into “Oummugluhwhh!”

“I have only done this a few times,” the older girl went on. By now she was snaking out of her pants – Hay Lin started when she didn’t see any underwear on her friend’s hips. “So excuse my clumsiness. But at least I brought the right tool.”

Orube visibly tensed, gave a scarcely-heard groan and then from just between her legs, something clear but shiny poked out.

Hay Lin had just been thinking that compared to Orube’s breasts, long legs and pubic hair she herself looked underdeveloped, but this stunt went to a whole new level of sexual maturity. Especially when, after it had been forced all of the way out, the glistening-wet sex toy appeared to be more than ten inches long. And bumpy. Extremely bumpy.

“This one is my favorite,” Orube noted, holding up the ‘tool’ to be seen better. It flopped a bit when she moved it, being made of soft vinyl. “Your world has such an exotic selection, but I knew it would be better if I kept it warm.”

At the thought of her teammate coming all this way with that giant *thing* inside of her, Hay Lin had two simultaneous opinions. One was that Orube had clearly and completely become a lunatic. The other was that it was really impressive. Even Hay Lin, who prided herself on being a free spirit and loved to play with herself, had never done anything so… well, the only word she could think of for it was ‘hardcore.’

But that didn’t make the situation much less scary, so the speechless girl shut her eyes and, with no idea what else to do, tried to hide her head behind her pillow again.

“Good, cover yourself up. You’ll sweat a bit more once we get started, that way.”

*Oh, crap.* She actually intended to… well, do *something* to Hay Lin. Something involving that beast in her hand, and being naked. There were plenty of tracks Hay Lin’s mind was on, asking itself such questions as ‘Orube’s gay? I didn’t know that! Why didn’t I know that?’ and ‘Why would she think this would make me feel better?’ and ‘I’ve never put anything in there but my fingers, what would that feel like?’ and of course ‘Wait, I don’t like girls or anything, do I? Why does she think that?’

“I can’t take too long,” Orube warned while gracefully rolling her pliant body into the bed. Somehow, she was immediately wrapped in tight with Hay Lin, who couldn’t get away at all. “Don’t fidget, please. I have to hurry, Taranee is having her first dance recital since she started getting so much more flexible.”

Hay Lin squirmed, but Orube casually reached inside her pajamas and placed a hand on one barely-rounded breast. The nipple hardened immediately under her palm, and she pinched it between her first two fingers. Hay Lin had to shut her eyes tight. It was different from doing it alone, and it certainly didn’t tickle unobtrusively like when the doctor did it.

“Hm. You have softer skin than me,” said Orube. She spoke in a completely conversational way, as though she wasn’t fondling anyone at all. “I never know which lotion to buy. The expensive ones all smell funny.”

Now with two hands on her chest and her heart banging against her ribs, poor Hay Lin could barely breathe. *I’m being molested by a cat-woman from an alternate reality… and my nose is stuffed up, too!* When she finally got her hands on Orube to try and push her off, they flattened themselves right on her breasts.

“Ah!” Orube winced. “Too hard!” But then she raised one thin eyebrow. “Unless it would help? You don’t seem to be heating up much. Well, we can try.”

Without any time for Hay Lin to try and stop it, she was unexpectedly put into a bear hug. Their unclothed middles were pressing together and Orube’s skin felt warm. Hot, really, even though she had been out in the rain. Something about the feeling made the inside of Hay Lin’s belly tingle.

*But I don’t even like girls. I never have.* Which was perfectly true. *But…* she thought, her arms not quite trying to push Orube away anymore, even though that was what she meant to do, *… I do like this… a little…*

Then she was being kissed on the cheek, and then the neck, and Hay Lin’s whole body felt like her head had when she’d accidentally taken too much cold medicine a few days before. Swimmy. But unlike then, she was also starting to feel a heat in the bottom of her belly. “Ahh, ah…” she breathed out, but she was having trouble breathing back in.

Now that she’d stopped moving around so much, it was easier for Orube to take off the rest of the clothes. She didn’t blame Hay Lin for being shy. It was always hard to do these things for your health, but if you didn’t burn out the disease it probably wouldn’t go anywhere. “Do you want me to pull your hair? Do you like that, too?” It was harder to do this without actually being told what would help the most. She took the weak wobble of Hay Lin’s head to mean that it was worth a try, and gripped one of those long black braids. Then she forced her friend’s head forward so that she could run her teeth over the back of her neck.

*This hurts,* Hay Lin grieved. *This hurts but it’s only getting me more worked up. That’s not how it’s supposed to be! I knew I was different from everybody else, but not like this… is that her hand…?*

It was only with someone probing down there that Hay Lin actually realized how sticky and wet her thighs had gotten. Orube’s aim was clear.

*No, please, no, no, no.* Of course, while Hay Lin felt sure that she didn’t want to have any woman touch her down there, she also knew it would be intolerable to be left in the lurch right now. Really, what did she want?

She never got to make up her own mind, Orube having already decided what would come next. There was, in rapid succession, one finger inside Hay Lin, then two, then two and a thumb circling around the fold of skin at the top of her opening. She moaned so hard that her aching throat pulsed in time with her throbbing heart.

“There, you’re really heating up now. I can put some of this in…”

*Uh-oh.* Hay Lin felt Orube repositioning her legs and tugging on her panties to make room for the toy she’d brought along. *I could hit her. I could force her to stop with my powers, even. But… I always wondered what it would feel like to…* The rounded plastic head was rubbing against her mons now. *Well… it might feel good, if she’s gentle.*

It did feel good, but Orube was not gentle. There was at least half the length of the sex toy inside Hay Lin straight off, and that hurt. She was new at this, and tight, and the way the studded surface felt going in caught her by surprise. Her legs jolted from it, but that only made things rawer as Orube went on. “Oh, don’t you use these? I like them. Some girls prefer those strands of beads, but I have no idea how they’re supposed to…”

Orube had to shut up as Hay Lin clumsily forced their mouths together. It stopped her in mid-thrust of her ‘tool,’ preventing her brain from working. This was supposed to be a sweating, not… well, whatever it was when two girls kissed on the mouth, and the like. She hadn’t really heard much about that. It just wasn’t the way things were in Basiliade.

But Hay Lin was kissing her, and intensely, and it seemed like it would be rude to stop her. It even felt rather good. *Earth girls have very smooth tongues. Hers is a lot less flat than mine. I think I like it. I just wish she would stop moving it around so much so I could get a proper taste… hmmn. There. Oh, yes. Can’t forget about that. I’m getting so thoughtless.*

The dildo twisted around in her hands, being turned like a screw and causing Hay Lin to shake, shudder and forget how to kiss at all. She prodded back and forth a little bit as it went in more, to tease – Hay Lin was already plenty wet all over, but it never hurt to play it safe with these things. She turned and pushed it for several minutes before it was even really in deep.

*I think I’m going to die,* thought Hay Lin. *I think if she moves it fast enough I’ll come so hard I die. And I never got married or had kids or fell in love, either…*

“I think you’re ready. Hold on to something.”

Hay Lin decided to hold on to Orube. It was maddening to hear her giggle as she began jerking the toy back and forth, in and out, entirely too forcefully to bear. Hay Lin couldn’t keep herself from wrapping her legs around the other girl and trying to hold things steady, but Orube was a little bigger and a lot stronger. But at least it kept her from losing herself totally when she came and came and came, only to fall from that awareness into a heavy sleep while Orube stroked her sweaty back.

She woke up from a gust of cold air that Orube let through the open window as she climbed into the frame. After a few coughs, Hay Lin found that she could speak, after a fashion. Maybe all that exertion had done her some good. It still hurt to breathe, but there was something she had to say. “Wait!”

“Yes?” Orube asked, looking as aloof as usual, though her face was still a bit red from the vigorous work.

“I, it…” if only she knew how to say this. “Thank you. That felt very good.” *Oh, I am an idiot. What do you expect that she’ll leap into your arms? That was just treatment to her, all of it, even though it was your first time having… doing…*

“I was happy to do it. I have to hurry, now, I’m expected.”

“Um,” Hay Lin tried to clear her voice up for this. “When I kissed you, I didn’t mean to bother you.”

“It did not bother me.”

Hay Lin poked her fingers together, unable to make eye contact. *Isn’t there some delicate way to ask this?* “What did you think of it?”

“I thought nothing.”

“Oh.” Was this what it felt like to be shot down, or what it felt like to be utterly confused?

But Orube’s face had somehow turned even redder. “I do like thinking nothing, sometimes. So it was sort of like jumping.” The briefest flash of a smile was the last Hay Lin saw of her before she leapt out into the street to be on her way.

TO BE CONTINUED

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(Ah, yes, finally, more of that. Originally this chapter was a lot longer, but the setup was too rambling so I replaced it. This had the possibly unfortunate side-effect of making it into something a bit less consensual. Well, at least at the start. Orube doesn’t do foreplay, she kicks too much ass. I think the ending came out pretty cute, though. What do you think? I think I’m far from satisfied, but the truth is that I don’t know enough about these two characters. No one does! Well, later on I suppose it would be nice to make up stuff about them. Drop me a review if you have some ideas, and I promise the next chapter will be paced slower. This fanfiction was not produced for profit, and without the permission of Disney, its subsidiaries or other authorities of W.I.T.C.H. trademarks and indicia. Apologies to Ms. Gnome. [Gunwild@mail2world.com])