Time seemed to stand still for Melissa as that last sentence rolled around in her head: "...both if she wanted to."
Time was not standing still for Pink, who had resumed whaling away at Melissa, bitch-slapping her face to a deep red blush. The Louisiana softie was screaming, tears were forming in her face, and the first sign of a sob was present in her hysterical voice.
Melissa knew she had to stop this. But she also was daydreaming about what great... chemistry there was between Pink and Brit. Maybe if Pink didn't see Brit as a rival, but a lover, she wouldn't be so tense. The buff Philadelphiette and the sweet-but-trying-to-be-a-bad-girl would make such a beautiful butch-femme pair, both serving the object of their adoration... Melissa, of course.
Mel scratched the back of her brain, rummaging through the spells she picked up to make her halfway credible in her TV role. She couldn't come up with the one she needed. She had to improvise.
"Stop this girlfight, for witches' sake... "Make Pink hungry... for Cherry Cake!"
Pink was rearing back to deliver another devastating, head-spinning slap to Britney's face when she... stop and drew in her breath. Her face flushed and her pupils dilated. Her breathing got more rapid and she felt a rush of embarrassment for what she was feeling. Since she couldn't put it into words, she decided just to go with her feelings.
Pink kneeled down in front of Britney, grabbed one ankle in each hand, then stood up, pulling the pop princess off her feet. Britney's back caught the carpeted floor of the bedroom, and her legs were held as high in the air as the still-bigger Pink could get them. Pink was trying to pull Britney off the floor entirely, not to hurt her, but so that she could satisfy the strange longing that she had just acquired to dine in the nether regions of the woman who until a moment ago had been her hated, conniving rival.
At that moment, Melissa crept up behind Pink, with what to her was a foot-long eyedropper full of shrinking water. Melissa began to drip the water onto Pink's hair, one drop at a time. Her feeling of arousal at being so close to Britney's womanhood intensified as the shrinking sensations kicked in. In an instant, Pink was no longer holding Britney's legs by the ankles. Instead, they were draped over her shoulders, and the musky muff between them was close enough to taste.
Britney saw Pink's sudden reduction as a chance to even the score. Melissa could tell she was getting ready to strike when Melissa improvised another spell:
"What you wished for me, to yourself reset/ I give you the desire to be two women's pet!"
Waves of submissiveness filled the most famous female singer in the world. She could only think of giving herself over totally to the hard, bony fingers that cradled her bubbly bottom and the rough tongue that was having her way with her womanhood. Britney's legs locked hard on Pink's head as it dove for deeper and deeper targets.
Finally, Britney came with a start. Exhausted by their acrobatic encounter, the two women pulled apart. Britney bent forward, hands nervously covering her breasts and privates. Even though all three women were naked, she was the only one feeling self-conscious about it, feeling vulnerable, feeling taken.
To her left, Pink stood upright, just seven and a half inches tall. Her muscular arms reached out and pulled the anxious Britney into a passionate embrace that left no room for fear or doubt.
"How absolutely precious!" Melissa mused. Now to get to the second part of her newfound dream, to dress both her new pets in lace and cradle them both in her arms as they satisfied their new passions... andhers...
Thu Aug 15 15:31:20 2002