Witching Hours

Witching Hours
Chapter 1
By Gunwild

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Today Will was at home, and so was her mother. This didn't happen often; even though Susan worked in software she had to be at the office almost all the time to make pitches and troubleshoot for less talented employees. And the truth was that Will avoided her mother these days. Her complicated life was nothing to bother her mom about, and she didn't always feel comfortable alone with her. There were some sore reasons for that, but with all the time she spent being a Guardian and saving worlds, Will had sort of pushed the issue to the back of her mind. It was probably just her imagination, anyway. It really had to be, for both their sakes.

The little urges that Will felt were like a warm tugging underneath her stomach. They were uncomfortable, but she coveted them at the same time as she hated them. Of course she felt ashamed. She'd *always* felt ashamed about almost all of her crushes. Not all the boys, maybe, but definitely the girls, and now she wanted to bury her head in her blankets and scream every time her thoughts went somewhere she didn't want them to, because her pretty mother was always smiling at her from the corners of her mind.

She liked to cry about it, but sometimes she'd have to stop because her throat hurt, and she would think a mantra of *Why me, why do I have to be different, why do I have to think like this, what's wrong with me,* on and on and on for hours. Will knew she was depressed, but it wasn't for some decent reason she could share with anybody. She couldn't tell her friends, a psychiatrist, a teacher, not anybody. She didn't even want to tell her pet dormouse. Saying it aloud would mean it was real and inside her, and if it was, she couldn’t let it out.

So today, when they were alone in the house together, Will kept quiet and stayed by herself, but on the inside she was screaming. And it wasn't always admonishments.

Right now, for example, she was terribly conflicted. Curled up on the couch in the living room, trying to watch some TV movie about a sphinx and a prince, she should have been nice and distracted. But as if trying to foil her scheme, her mother had entered the room in her workout clothes and started exercising.

Heatherfield had plenty of places to jog, and places to do the swimming Will loved, but Susan's main form of training was laying herself out on the floor and doing the endless pushups and sit-ups of a serious, health-conscious woman. Up until a year ago or so Will had never known how fit her mother was compared to other moms. Susan didn't have some naturally perky form, but she kept herself in nice shape, which to Will was a huge part of the problem. Her mom looked like *she* wanted to look. Maybe this was all a matter of jealousy. Maybe she'd gotten herself the wrong idea through over-thinking things.

Well, she might have been able to tell herself that if her mother had been wearing more than a sports bra and shorts. Every time her mom turned over Will had to force herself to look at the TV and not that toned, high ass. *I'm a monster.* The girl actually bit her lip and forced herself to stare straight ahead. *I really wish I didn't have the day off. School is better than this. Fighting evil is better than this. Maybe I should just lie down and die.*

When a half-dozen sets had passed Susan pulled the hair tie off of her head and undid her ponytail. She crossed her legs to stretch. Putting her arms over her head lifted her breasts and exposed her neck, which her black hair fell around in long waves.

*I'm not looking,* Will reminded herself, although if you'd asked her what was going on in her television program she couldn't have told you. *I'm not looking I'm not I'm not.*

Now Will's mom had finished up her whole routine and laid on her back, lifting her legs up high. She gave a quiet, satisfied groan as her tendons uncoiled themselves, and even though her one-girl audience hadn't had her eyes on the scene the sound didn't help.

Will stood up so fast it made her catch her foot on the rug. "I think I'm going to go to the kitchen and get..."

Will fell over. She wasn't entirely graceless, but at times like these she was never in proper control of herself. As she tripped, she thrust out her hands in front of her, shut her eyes and heard her mind grumbling to itself. *So, you're learning to protect the center of the universe, huh? What is it, a special education class?*

*You're lucky there are always people around to pick up your slack, stupid girl.*

It would have been impossible for anyone in Susan's position to grab Will completely, but she did quite well, considering. Though she didn't have, say, extraordinary magical speed, she did have hard-earned strong arms and used one to pull Will towards herself, catching her more or less squarely on her lap.

"You must be really eager to get to the kitchen," Susan laughed.

The red-faced Will stared up at her, nodding with pursed lips, and sat up to be on her way. "Thanks..."

"Hey," said Susan, sitting all the way up herself. Will felt her breath catch, and then realized it was because she was being hugged from behind. Her mother had pressed her whole chest against Will's back. And why shouldn't she? They were family, they were both women, and there shouldn't be a problem with it. But there was. *Oh, let me go. Please.* "Something up with you? You don't have to tell me what, but I can help."

Will tried to laugh it off, but her voice cracked horribly. She pried her mom's arm from around her midsection. "Uh, eh, nothing a bunch of cookies won't fix, you know how it is."

Sitting up, she felt the soft heat of those big breasts leave contact with her, and then she hurried away, breathing hard and leaving one confused mother in her wake. *I'll be okay, just need to start thinking of other things.* She grabbed a mixing bowl out of the dish drainer so fast that she almost knocked it over. *Butter, eggs, milk, vanilla...* Of course, this barely helped. But it was better than nothing. *No chocolate. Have to use sugar.* This was only a step away from science, which usually took her mind off of more elaborate daily problems. It was procedural and there was a right way to do it, unlike getting excited by your attractive parent.

Not too long later there was the sound of water running, and the door to her mother's room being shut. Good. She was taking a shower, she'd be getting dressed again, things would be alright. Will became more focused on what she was doing, and her poor stressed heart was able to relax. *You know, I could make this a cookie cake. I just need to use spices and add a little water for size, but not too much. I'm not sure how much to use, but I know I'll get it when I see it.* She carefully edged the bowl into the sink and turned the faucet on, measuring how much the level of the dough rose and wondering if using the sink might not change the temperature of her mother's shower.

She didn't want to overheat her mom after all that exercise. If she was like Will, she liked cold water after exertion. Or maybe it wasn't such a good idea, when you hadn't been swimming? You'd need to soap yourself up, and it wasn't the same in your home shower as at the gym. You might, like Susan, have a fancy bath sponge. You might wash more thoroughly, even in private places. You might accidentally excite yourself and have to lather extra-hard on your crotch. Will had herself lain down in that tub and let the water rain down on her while she played hell with herself, maybe her mom did the same thing. Maybe they had that in common. Maybe it was one of those activities they could share...

*Oh, poop.* Will had gotten off track and put far too much water in her mix.

She had to busy herself with recalculating how much of each ingredient she needed in the dough, which she was actually thankful for. There was little like math to get your mind off of anything stimulating. *Extra quarter-cup, six drops of extract, certainly needs more sugar if it's not going to taste bland, have to mix it to spread the water uniformly, where's the spatula?*

The way she stabbed and twisted with the plastic spoon she ended up using, an observer might have thought she was trying to murder her incipient baked good. If nothing else, one could tell that she was angry and trying to work it out. In fact, she was so engaged in this that she didn't keep account of anything else, and so at first didn't notice when her mom entered the kitchen.

"Will, honey... that's bad for the bowl."

Susan was looking at her daughter with some amusement, and Will returned with a wide-eyed stare before turning away as soon as she thought of it. "Why are you dressed like that?"

She didn't mean it in a bad way. Far from it. Susan has donned some clothes Will hadn't seen her wear in years. There were those costume bangles that had been so popular back in the day, hoop earrings that were black instead of her usual gold, a cut-down T-shirt bearing the likeness of some artist she used to collect, and those ‘lucky jeans’ from before she was born.

Will had never borrowed the lucky jeans because she didn't think she had the hips for them. Her mom certainly did. The rips and old-fashioned flared cups might not be stylish, but they were worn very well by someone like Susan. She wasn't wearing a belt, but they caught right above her underwear, and one of the longest runs in the denim revealed a thrilling amount of inner thigh.

Susan rolled her eyes. "Do I look dumb? Well, whatever, it's my day off, but I'll go change."

"You don't hafta," Will muttered quietly, though it would probably best if she did.

Susan cocked her head. Her freshly blow-dried hair bounced and Will felt very self-conscious. She was barely dressed, wearing a cheap hoodie; she'd kicked off her socks. She was nothing like her glamorous mother. This was pathetic.

"Are you really okay?"

Will nodded in a slow, unconvincing way. She felt her mom walk toward her and wondered how long it would take to drown herself in the deepest part of the plastic bowl.

"I'm going to have to say I don't believe you, missy," said Susan, and there was a touch of shared sadness in her voice. *She's such a good mom.* Susan put her hands on the teen's narrow shoulders. "Look, quit stirring and eat some of the cookie dough. I know you want to."

"I don't really-"

"Will, you've been sneaking spoonfuls of it since you learned to eat solid food. You only like one flavor of ice cream. Sometimes you hide a tube of it at the back of the fridge so you can have it when I'm not home. Eat the frickin' cookie dough."

Will put the end of the spoon in her own mouth, biting it to keep her focus. Her mother still had those lovely hands pressed on her shoulders. She could barely swallow the too-thin mixture and didn’t even enjoy the sweet flavor. *I think I'm gonna throw up.*

"See? And forget what your dad used to say. Raw eggs are good for you. If I got to work out more often I'd probably eat some." She scooped out a little with one long finger and licked it off, patting Will's back with the other hand. "Look, I know I'm being nosy, but something's under your skin, and if I can help I will, even if it's just by listening. You don't even need to give me the specifics."

"I like somebody I'm not supposed to," Will blurted, resuming her churning with the now bite-marked spoon.

"Oh. Try not to feel too bad. You're not in control of that." She gave her daughter a reassuring one-armed hug. "If it's one of your friends' boyfriends - hey, even if it's one of your friends, it doesn't make you a bad person just to want something."

This wasn't the first sign Will's mom had ever given that she knew her daughter wasn't totally straight, but it was the most overt. And it wasn't mean or judgmental, it was caring and kind and it broke Will's heart with feelings of unworthiness. She wanted to cry, but held it back as hard as she could. "Okay, mom. Whatever you say."

"Hang on," Susan chuckled, "You've got a little..."

Will felt sweet-smelling breath on her face, and then her mom had nibbled the fleck of cookie dough off of her cheek in an instant and backed away. Her teeth nearly chattered from the longing and ache of it all. "M-mom..."

"Oh, Will..." Susan put a gentle palm on the girl's cheek while leaning back against the counter. "You're going to realize one day that you're a good girl and your only problem is that you second-guess yourself too much."

This was the hardest moment. That cruel rope tied around her soul was drawing her in plenty of directions. It wanted her to fall to her knees and cry, or to drop the bowl and run, and or to go towards her own mother and do something unknown and terrifying. So she froze up, looked at her mother and said, "Thank you."

Although it hadn't happened in a long time, Susan wasn't totally shocked when her daughter lifted her face up and kissed her on the mouth. It was something mothers and daughters did when they were feeling particularly close. In fact, the kiss was on the chaste side, with tight lips and open eyes, and no other body contact accompanying it.

But it lasted, perhaps, a conspicuously long time. And that was when she, too, felt a tugging at the base of her soul, and started to feel the truth of the matter. Or perhaps she had known it before.

That was why she didn't push Will off. It wasn't a divorcee’s desperation or a mother's compassion, but an odd lack of alarm. She simply didn't feel wrong. When finally Will stopped kissing her to go back to baking, Susan dropped her eyes for a moment, thought, and then extended a hand.

She put it firmly around Will's middle.

"C'mere, you," she breathed, and then kissed her daughter on the mouth again.

Will might have fainted, but she stayed aware largely out of total and complete confusion. This must be some kind of mistake. Certainly, she was getting a deep thrill out of feeling her mom's lips on her own, of shutting her eyes and savoring the closeness, but that couldn't be going both ways. She must be interpreting something wrong.

When Susan's bare foot edged its way next to hers and rubbed her just above the ankle, she began to think that her fantasy might be possible, though.

Will's mom pulled their faces apart and bent her neck to smell her child's hair. This was the first time Will had ever been interacted with this way. She was understandably nervous. "Mom, ah, you don’t need to..."

"Like I said, baby. No second-guessing."

Will nodded and looked up. They kissed again, and Will found it in herself to put her naked foot on her mom's and rub. *Oh, god. I'm really doing this,* she told herself. She was, indeed. And it felt great.

As a grown woman, one who'd been married, gotten a good education and lived a healthy adult life, Ms. Vandom had a good share of experience. She'd been with men, done the deed in a few kinky ways and places, and at one point gone down the road of 'experimenting' with a girlfriend. None of it, though, gave her the same pleasure as gently sliding her tongue into her daughter's mouth. *I know she's kissed that boy from school. Don't think she knows how get all the way to first base, though.* Will was eagerly returning the action, but without any expertise. Susan gave her a fast peck and pulled away with half-lidded eyes. *I can't believe it. I'm giving my daughter the 'sexy look.'* She wasn't sure how far this was going to go, but she did know that she couldn't stop herself from being turned on by Will's blush and pining expression.

"Put down the bowl. Let me show you how I really like to kiss," Susan said in her softest, breathiest voice. She reached out and placed the spoon on the counter. Will clumsily dropped the bowl down next to it.

She caught her daughter up in both arms and kissed soft and shallow a few times, then deeper, once. Will got the idea and hugged back, trembling but still in the act, kissing back and finally reaching up to touch that soft, shiny hair. To show her how to do it better, Susan put her manicured fingers in Will's hair and rubbed the scalp. That earned her the first muffled 'Mmmmm' into her mouth. She liked it. *Good girl.*

The full-on touching brought Will into the game. She tried kissing back harder, even emulating her mother's tongue-action. She was a bit too direct about it, sticking her tongue in straight and expecting it to feel good. Susan had taught a bad kisser or two in her time, however.

"No, baby," she whispered into the girl's ear, petting her head. "Too much. You have to be gentle. You have to..." She got a wicked smile on her face. "Here."

At first Will didn't know why she was reaching into the cooking bowl, but she scooped out a finger full of dough. "Take this from me." She didn't just lick it; she actually rolled it onto her stuck-out tongue for Will to see. Will nodded again, closed her eyes, hugged her mom so closely that her big breasts rested on Will's smaller ones, and dipped her tongue to extract the bit of cookie dough.

Before she could get it all the way out, Will's mom was deftly pulling it back, and Will chased it. Soon they were in a duel, and Will was losing, but it didn't really feel like losing would be so bad. After it got away from her they still had each other to chase between their mouths, and now her mom was slowly rubbing her back. *I never, ever thought this would happen when the morning started. I am so glad I'm wrong all the time.*

On her end Susan now knew she was not going to be content with mere making out. Oh, there was a great deal of self-doubt involved with that decision, but she took her own advice and brushed it aside. There were dangers involved, certainly - that she would hurt her daughter either physically or mentally, or it would turn out not to be so much fun, but right now she doubted all of those things. She was not a wild party girl, and never had been, but this was surely the best bad time she'd ever had. "Come on," she instructed, pulling Will by the wrist and grabbing the bowl, trying not to giggle like a girl half her age. "Let's go sit down."

"Um, okay!" Will squeeked, chasing after. They returned to the living room, where now the TV was singing gibberish about eyeless ness. Will hiccupped out an "Oh!" when her mom nearly threw her down back-first on the couch, then climbed bodily on top of her to sear her face with another not-so-motherly kiss. "Mmmmmnnmmm..."

This time Will was the one who broke off the play, and stopped herself from squeezing her mother tightly on top of her. "Mom, you don't have to do anything just because-"

"Will, honey," Susan assured her, "I want to do a lot of things to you right now, and the only thing that can stop me is you saying 'no.'"

Susan could have laughed with delight. Will had the cutest liquid brown eyes, and the answer was already in them. "Well, yes, then?"

"Thanks." Susan licked her lips, arched her back and gave her daughter her first-ever kiss on the neck. Will had the predictable response. She started hard, curled her feet and clutched at Susan's lower back, groaning happily into her shoulder. To get a feel of it herself she planted her mouth on the side of her mother's long, gorgeous neck and sucked. They were now pressed so close together that Will could feel her mother's excited nipples through the shirt. There was no bra in the way. Will tentatively touched one with the merest hint of a pinch.

"Ooo." Susan pushed her hand onto Will's chest and raised herself up. "That's a dirty thing to do, dear."

Wondering if she'd done something wrong, the girl felt her jaws motor as she tried to concoct an apology, but it didn't work. Susan laughed, threw her arms up as she had earlier to stretch, and gripped the collar of her own shirt. It pulled off with one motion, was cast aside, and now Will Vandom had a hot, horny and topless grown woman crouching on her crotch.

For a moment Susan gripped her hands in one another, which caused her breasts to push together and heave, and luxuriated in the sensation of being naked. Will couldn't help licking her lips. Susan clucked her tongue and reached out for Will's clothing, too. "You first, baby."

It was actually easier for her mom to get the top off than for Will to do it herself. There followed a rather impressive one-handed releasing of the hooks and loops on her bra, and Will was left bare-chested, her nipples excited and wishing she had a rack that was anything like her mother's. The hands that came to her uncovered body didn't start right on the breasts, but rather from lower down. She almost couldn't stay sitting up from the anticipation. "You're so pretty, mom..."

"Shush," Susan told her, and began kneading her daughter's small bosom. Will actually whimpered from her enjoyment, then gasped when Susan pushed their chests together. "If you enjoy that so much, I don't know what you'll do about the next part."

It was best that they get on their sides, Susan decided, because of their height difference. She couldn't stop herself from licking her lips, too, and painted a line of kisses down the middle of her daughter's chest. Her heart was beating at such a high speed it fluttered visibly. "You're going to be much more beautiful than me, honey."

"Oh, moooommmmm..." Will murmured as she started having her breasts licked and bitten. It was very light play, but more than enough to overload somebody who was so inexperienced. "Th-that feels really good..."

Susan was thorough but taunting. She liked to squeeze hard, then pet gently, and only used the edges of her teeth to prevent causing pain. She went on with it for so long she thought Will must be getting bored, but when she tried to slow down she found an aggressive hand pushing her back into the task. *This is my daughter's first sex, and I'm having it with her.* Susan kept licking while wearing a grin. *Why does that make me feel so satisfied?*

But it did, and she was glad for it. She had to draw the line when Will started making the whining noises that she knew were really cries for more. And yet, as a good mother she had to be a teacher, too. "C'mere, Will. Now you have to do this."

Susan laid herself back at the other end of the long couch and Will pursued in a crawl, breasts shining with saliva and pink from excitement. Susan's thrown-apart legs showed that she was nursing a damp spot for her daughter, and beneath her own pants Will had the same. Will's mom gave a big wink. "Hand me the bowl, would you?"

Will used both hands to keep from dropping it. This time instead of a twirling finger, she scooped with a twiddling set of them, and then with a look of supreme satisfaction, she pasted each of her breasts with the sweet substance. They wiggled as she touched them, and Will felt her face grow even hotter.

"You have, um, teeth now," Susan admitted, "So I want you to be very gentle, understand? Try to focus on getting this off of me, not on what you're touching. Then you'll now how to suck."

*Think of it as regular cookie dough,* Will decided. *It just has your mom under it. And your mom is half-naked and you're going to be getting it off of her tits with your mouth, and when it's all gone oh god...* Will started, and had to begin rubbing herself through her pants a bit. As she removed more and more of the sweetness in a big, circular lick on the large right breast, she came to realize that her mother's hand was riding the inside of her thigh. Soon they were caressing her mound together. *Oh my god, that feels so good.*

"Finish up," Susan told her, finally reaching inside the pants all the way so that she was skin-to-skin with Will's private bits. "And I'll fix this for you." One of her fingers pulled with agonizing laziness along the length of her slit. It was so wet when it came out that she wiped it on a cushion, laughing more.

So Will licked harder, and sucked firmly when she had done with that. The loving, bonding sensation for Susan was a bit like breastfeeding had been, but at the same time there was the fun of being turned all the way on. There was more to do. "Will. Honey. Pants off."

The girl had gone past the point where she would hesitate to fulfill the command. She undid them so fast the zipper snapped, didn't care about that, and then watched her mother yank the underwear down. As they curved around her calves, Susan pulled them off, noted that Will had truly watered the little rose on the front today, and flicked them at her daughter with a grin. "Take mine off for me, will you?"

Will's lack of experience pulling someone else's pants off, combined with her total nervousness, made it difficult. Susan simply laid back and smiled, coiling her black hair around one wet finger, then the next. "Come on baby, you have to do it if you want to go on."

*My mother's a freak,* Will realized with a mix of trepidation and outright joy. The tight pants came loose with a final pull on both legs, and Will's breathing went shallower than ever. Her mom wasn't wearing underwear. She had instead a bare crotch except for some dense curls of hair, glistening in places with fresh fluids. "You ready, Will?"

"Uh-huh," Will managed to get out, though she was not entirely certain.

"Don't worry, you'll like this." Susan reached out to her daughter, gripping her hand firmly. "I don't have short enough nails to take care of you down there without hurting you, but... well, lie back."

Even though she wanted badly to throw herself on her mother's nude body and grind like mad, Will denied herself that and arranged herself at the other side of the couch. Susan stretched up one of her shapely legs into the air like she'd done after the push-ups, then pointed it all the way back down at Will so that the foot was almost in her face. "You too, baby."

Will got the idea, albeit slowly. She had to bend her knee to get it over her mom's larger thigh, and she was so excited that she bashed their cruxes together too fast, which stunned her. But soon her dear mother had begun a gentle rocking while hugging her leg, and Will was grunting with each shake that passed between their bodies. She hugged the leg back with one arm and reached out to her mom - their fingers locked together, and then both of them pulled.

It was like an earthquake started every time they heaved together. There was the first major tremor, then the shifting and shaking - sometimes it was frantic and sometimes it was smooth - and sometimes Will's mom would play the trick of pulling away when the girl pushed. This subsided once Susan felt her own pleasure grow to near its peak point. Instead she made driving strikes with her pelvis, and Will and she found that the way they best fit together was front-to-front but sitting partway up, still holding hands but unable to look at each other from having their faces out of control.

"M-mom, I'm gonna, I'm gonna!" Will didn't need to elaborate on that.

"Me too, babe." Susan tried to pace her breathing and not moan too loudly. "Wait for me, just wait."

Will would try, but she was shaking her head frantically, teeth so tight against each other that she couldn't breathe through them.

The slick, bumpy grinding came to a head when their legs slipped out of sync. For Susan this meant a fun ride on Will's thigh, just where the narrow strip of muscle from all that kicking came from, and for Will it was the push of her hard clit against the bottom of her mother's rigid buttock. Will quivered and came, but Susan hurried herself back into place so that the fluid Will was making warmed her own crack, and kept on with the intense rubbing throughout the girl's climax.

It would be futile to tell the story of each time they repeated the process - suffice it to say, they were at it a while. At last, when Will was just starting to feel raw pain from the sex, her mother finally drew an audibly ragged breath. The exhausted girl sat up and made herself keep grinding with tired muscles, feeling a long arm reach out to grab her.

"Oh Will, you know I love you..."

Will might have cried, but was too busy getting close to yet another orgasm. "I love you too, mom."

Susan made the move that got them to come together at last. It was a twist of the hips that made her pubic hair tickle Will's snatch, and her own as well. Will cried out, Susan screamed, and both fell silent in each other's arms, hugging hard.

"*Oh Thebes, Thebes! Would that my lungs could no longer breathe, my heart no longer beat, that my failure to resist evil be as an illness to render me cold and in the house of the dead! No king am I but the lowliest of beggars, who stand not-*"

Susan reached out an arm for the remote control and pounded the power button. The TV’s gibbering died away. "Will, where'd you put that blanket?"

"Mm?" Will was completely tired out, but still reached to the end of the sofa to pull it to them. "Here."

"Lie down with me. Lie down, let's eat some cookie dough." Susan sighed. "You know, time was I'd have had a cigarette after something that good."

"Don't smoke, mom," Will asked of her, though she didn't think that was going to happen at all. "I mean... really, don't."

She smiled softly. "You smoke enough for the both of us. I didn't know you had such a sweet body under there. I should've spied you in your suit more often; maybe I'd have wanted to do… something like this sooner."

Will cocked her head in a way that was very like her mother, hair shifting to one side. "Hey, are you coming on to me? I’m your kid!"

"Sure am," she responded, hugging her daughter. "I hope it gets me somewhere."

Feeling that soft, mature body pressed against hers, and breathing in the lovely scent of her mother's hair, Will made up her mind to get out of school more often in the future. "Hey, mom?"

"Hm?"

"Can I tell you about me and my friends a little more?"

TO BE CONTINUED

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: (This story did not come about in my normal way – drinking soda until the carbon loosens my brain enough that evil spirits can possess me and set me to their tasks. No, it was something much more insidious. The spirits who caught me were the mad denizens of 4chan, who have done me favors and were owed a favor in return. In that sense I consider it a commission, though of course I didn’t exactly complain about doing it. I can only hope that this is not a sign that I will wander one day into the mirage-spotted wastes of 4chan’s /co/, never seen again, but sometimes heard in the distance to scream ‘Tekili-li! Tekili-li!’ Yes that was a Lovecraft reference. Yeah, I know he took it from Poe. No, it doesn’t make me clever. And you’d all best pray I don’t screw up the next chapter. 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])