4.14 – Wand I
Looking around at Liz’s room, Natalie couldn’t quite keep the smile from her face.
“What?”
“It’s very you,” Natalie said diplomatically.
“Huh?” Liz looked around, then pouted. “What are you saying?”
“Nothing. Just that you really like the color pink, apparently. And fluffy things.”
“Who doesn’t?” She plopped down onto her bed and continued to pout.
Natalie was mostly teasing, though Liz had definitely put a lot more effort into decorating than she had—and was more ‘girlish’ by several degrees, with pink bedsheets and a mountain of pillows, and even a few stuffed animals. Having only had the room for a day, she must have made it a priority to customize her room. Other than the bed, though, it was fairly standard—a in desk, drawers, closet, and mostly unadorned walls. But Natalie suspected that was because Liz hadn’t gotten to the rest of it.
Natalie sat next to Liz and fell backward, stretching wide with a groan. It’d been a long day, like most days at T—even if they hadn’t gone delving.
“So. Think Johanna’s suspicious of anything?” Natalie asked.
“Sorry? Suspicious?”
“You know. Us. Alone, in your bedroom.”
Liz’s eyes widened, and she let out a singleugh, incredulous rather than embarrassed. “No, no chance. She knows I like girls, but hooking up with one while she’s here? And someone I’ve only known a few weeks? Like I said, she sees me as her innocent little sister. It wouldn’t even cross her mind.”
“So we can get away with whatever we want. She’ll stay oblivious.”
“What?” Liz protested. “That’s not why you’re here.” She hesitated, then corrected herself, “Well, kind of.”
“Kind of?” That was a promising rifier.
“We <em>do </em>need to talk about, you know, all of that.”
“I figured.”
Liz rubbed her knee, not quite able to look at Natalie, who was stillying on her bed, rolled to the side with her head propped up on one hand. Liz stared down at herp, cheeks quickly darkening.
“I can use [Illusion] to make sound barriers,” Natalie said. “Just by the way. You want me to?”
“You can?”
“Recent discovery.”
“Um. Yeah, then. That’s probably for the best.”
Natalie did so.
“Not that I think Johanna would listen in,” Natalie rified.
“It’s done?”
Natalie nodded.
“Then yeah,” Liz said. “She wouldn’t, but it’s still nice to have.”
“And it’s helpful for if we get too loud.” Natalie waggled her eyebrows.
Liz huffed. “You’re frisky tonight, aren’t you?”
“Teasing you is just fun. You’re too cute about all this.”
Liz pouted for the third time that night, which didn’t help her case. “Anyway,” she said, “you’re right that the major topic is <em>that stuff</em>. Specifically my wand. I’ve been, um, thinking about it.”
“The special ability?”
Liz shifted in ce, her gaze returning to herp and her cheeks burning even hotter. “Yeah. The special ability. Someone needs to use it on me to find out what the effect is, and … I guess … well, maybe if you want to be the one?”
“Do I <em>want </em>to?” Natalie pushed herself up, then shuffled over and climbed onto Liz’sp. She pushed the smaller girl down. Liz scooted up on the bed, and her eyes widened, as if shocked at Natalie’s boldness. Really, what had she thought Natalie would do?
“I more than <em>want</em> to,” Natalie said. “I’ve been waiting patiently.”
“R-Really?”
“Obviously. Because, I mean, the effect could be <em>anything</em>. I’m so curious. I’ve been dying to find out.”
Liz stared at her, mouth hanging open, then she frowned and crossed her arms. “Stop teasing! It’s mean.”
“You want the truth, then?” Natale leaned forward, bringing her face close to the other girl, breathing hot air onto her, their lips tantalizingly close. “Fine, Liz. I’ll be honest. I don’t care what the effect is. I just want to have you squirming and moaning. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
Natalie might have pushed a little too hard, because Liz just stared at her for a long moment, turning a brilliant shade of red, then covered her face with both hands.
Laughing, Natalie sat up. “Okay, okay. I’ll go easy on you.” She was afraid Liz might literally melt if she didn’t.
“This is practical weapon testing for the sake of being better delvers,” Liz pronounced loudly, the words muffled as she still hid her face. “Okay? We’re not just having fun.”
“If you say so.”
“I do!” the insistence came.
Natalie pried Liz’s hands away, then savored the beet-red face for a moment. “So, where is it?”
“My wand?”
“Or whatever other toys you want to y with.”
“Natalie!”
Natalieughed. It really was too easy.
“It’s in my dresser,” Liz huffed. “Top drawer.”
“Your drawer? It’s a weapon, not a dildo.”
“It’s a weapon that turns <em>into</em> a dildo,” Liz growled. “So yes, of course I’m going to hide it.”
“It’s <em>your </em>weapon. It shouldn’t even work for someone else.”
“Still.”
Shaking her head in amusement, Natalie climbed off her healer, then went to the dresser. Rummaging around in the top drawer, she found the thin, smooth wand with a gold cap, then brought it back to Liz.
“Go ahead,” Natalie said, handing it to her.
Liz transformed the weapon, and soon, a flexible dildo—far thicker, but the same length, about twelve inches—rested in her hand.
“It’s <em>so </em>embarrassing,” Liz said.
“I think it’s kind of cool.” She took the toy from Liz and turned into over. “And fancy looking. Kind of gaudy.” Sheughed. “Seriously. A gold tip. Guess that’s fitting for a member of the royal family.”
“Sh-shut up.”
Natalie ced the dildo against Liz’s stomach, lining it up so the base was at her crotch. At twelve inches long, it obviously stuck a long way up—especially because Liz was a tiny, petite woman.
“Not sure if you can handle it,” Natalie murmured. “But I’ll have fun testing it out. Testing <em>you </em>out. Now, let’s get you out of those clothes, yeah? We have a magic wand to experiment with.”