As if by magic, which it occurred to Jillian it actually was, Zoe's penis blurred and seemed to move and then was gone. Zoe gave the older girl a look that was a mixture of embarassment and challenge. "You like it good enough last night."
Jillian pursed her lips. She was scared about where all this was going, where it had already been, but this was her in with Zoe. She had to see it through, "It's still night time. I still like it." Jillian inched back toward Zoe, submissively laid her head on the goth girl's big snow-white breast, ran one hand across the smoothness of her belly, teased the dark tuft of pubic hair with its stripe of midnight blue. "I still like you too."
Zoe grinned though the other girl couldn't see it. God, Jillian was such a little slut! Was this what it felt like for guys? She had returned her genitals to their previous, comfortably familiar state, but she could still feel this sort of stirring inside her. Zoe felt strong, powerful. Possessive.
Jillian belonged to her now if she decided to keep her. The girl was hooked.
"I want to be like you," Jillian, face nestled against Zoe's boob, nipple hard against the tip of her nose, sought for a way to come close to the stone without mentioning it, "Teach me how. Is it magic? Will you show me?"
"I can," Zoe replied after a long, thoughtful silence, "But you have to listen to me and obey my every command."
"Oh, I will! I'll do whatever you want!" Jillian breathed happily, little realizing how seriously Zoe took that statement.
"Good," Zoe gave her pet's shoulder a strong squeeze. Not enough to hurt, but enough to draw a tiny mew from those dark, pouty lips, "You will be third in my coven. You will serve me and your new sister, my first apprentice."
"Yes, Zoe," Jillian happily nuzzled Zoe's tit, covering it with feathery little kisses, and the hand on her shoulder relaxed, "Anything!"
"Your old life is over," Zoe sat up a little, her tone bussinesslike, Jillian shifted her head to lay in the younger girl's lap, "You'll have to give up your old friends - - and your clothes. I don't want or need wannabe cheerleaders."
"What about Mike?" Jillian asked without really meaning to. Why in the hell was she thinking about Moose? If he got anywhere near the stone she would probably never get back to normal.
"Who?" Zoe arched one dark eyebrow, distracted, her thoughts on the future.
"Um, Moose," Jillian hesitated, not sure how much was common knowledge around the high school. Besides, she might still need Moose to pull this caper off, "My - - uh, boyfriend? He's super possessive and kind of scary."
"Oh, him," Zoe smirked, chuckling, "Well, who was better. Me or him?"
"You," Jillian said without hesitation. After all, she hadn't slept with Moose - - and now she might not have to, "Definitely."
"Hah! Really?" Zoe asked eagerly, her mask of coolness slipping.
"God, yes," Jillian said breathily, deliberately stoking Zoe's ego, "I never knew it could be like that! Mike is a typical guy. He just grunts and shoves and gives these big sloppy kisses. If he knew what it was like for a girl he be better."
"Well, don't worry about Moose," Zoe smiled and Jillian felt a brief thrill at her next words, "I have an idea of how to get him out of the way. He might even learn something."
Jillian was pretty sure Zoe had taken the bait. Whatever happened, it would serve Moose right.
