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It was why Elizabeth found it annoying to associate with non-magic users. "I do think you should keep an open mind, Bianca," she said, her toes curling in frustration under the diner table. "You know, I could show you one of these days, I--"

Bianca, the buxom silver fox, shook her head. "An open mind? That's how your brain falls out." She took one last sour cream-dipped French fry into her mouth. "Eli, hun, that's what happened to you. Your brain fell out. Never to be seen again. We finished college. Next thing I know, you've screwed off to the woods to live like the Unabomber or some shit."

Elizabeth swallowed back another pang of anger. "I didn't 'screw off' to the woods, all right? It was a calling."

The vulpine chuckled. "Look, I get it. City life is a drag. You don't have to give me this 'calling' crap." She scooted away from the window, bubble butt squeaking against fifty-year-old leather. "And magic does not exist, all right? It's all in your head." She got up and strutted towards the ladies' room. "Nothing you can do to convince me otherwise. Be back in a bit, babe." Bianca smirked. As she turned to blow the tanuki a kiss, a cheetah carrying mugs of beer and plates of steaming pasta on a round serving tray emerged from behind the counter. Bianca barely avoided crashing into her. The fox scowled at the waitress and said, "Jeez, watch where you're going!" to the disconcerted cat.

Elizabeth sat back, arms crossed, and seethed. The tanuki rolled her eyes and mimicked Bianca's arrogant yammering. As her eyes settled back on the table, she saw it. The fox's phone--she'd left it there. Elizabeth looked around stealthily; the waitress was too busy arguing with a wino who demanded he be served another glass of lukewarm "sherry." She held out her arms in a T-shape, and a burst of invisible energy shot out of her to unlock Bianca's phone. The tanuki grabbed it and, after closing a notification sent by herself, tapped to the planner app. "Let's see what Her Royal Highness is up to tonight." Her thumb claw clicked against the Gorilla Glass as she scrolled down the list. Elizabeth gasped. "Oh, is _that_right, my cute little foxy? A whole week?" The swish of a toilet flushing penetrated the din of the diner, and Elizabeth's ears shot up. She quickly locked the phone and put it back where it was.

"You know, it's been nice catching up," said Elizabeth, voice all saccharine, as the two paid for their food. "Did you have anything else to do tonight? We could hang out in the woods for a while before you drive back to the city."

Bianca raised an eyebrow. "You and your obsession with the forest. I suppose we could do that. Might be a while since we see each other again."

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A fifteen-minute drive later, the duo found themselves strolling through Gylden Woods, mulch crunching under their bare feet, the light of the full moon their only guide.

"Not gonna lie," said Bianca, arms crossed and pushed against her breasts. "Place is sort of creepy. I mean, I guess I can understand why you like hanging out here, but it's weird."

"Aw, come on, old gal." Elizabeth balled her hand up into a fist and playfully tapped Bianca's shoulder. "It isn't so bad. Tell you what, why don't we go this way? There's a clearing where I like to chill and hang out and let my mind wander. Should help you get rid of the heebie-jeebies."

Elizabeth turned left, and Bianca followed her through a path flanked by drooping branches that was just wide enough to not cause claustrophobia. "Got a bunch of vines and crap here," said the fox, scowling, brushing away tendrils that threatened to get in her eyes.

"Yeah, I forgot to tell you. They're all over the place in this part of the forest."

The two emerged into the clearing--giant oak trees stood guard around a slab of granite; hundreds of green, snakelike vines clung to the trunks of the forest behemoths, giving the impression that they were made not of wood, but of shiny, slippery coils of grass.

"Eli, this place is making my skin crawl. Like, what is that?" asked Bianca, a hitch in her voice, finger pointing crookedly at the hunk of polished rock.

Elizabeth smirked and ran the palm of her hand over the cool stone, her black claws catching on a fissure every now and then with a click. She giggled and turned to face the fox. "Why, my dear Bianca, this is called an altar."

"An altar?" Bianca's knitted brow relaxed, and the bumptious tone returned. "Again with the magic bullshit!" she yelled, her voice drowning out the chirping woodland critters. "You know what, Eli, screw you! I should have ghosted you like everyone else did. They all think you went crazy." She huffed and, as she turned to leave, she stomped a tendril under her paw, accidentally skewering it with one of her toe claws.

"Oh, don't be that way," said Elizabeth, hopping onto the altar. "Don't you want to stick around to meet my friends?"

"Don't make me laugh. Who'd want to be friends with a crazy-ass bitch like you?" said Bianca with a sneer.

Elizabeth tutted. "Don't say that." She stripped her top off; her bare breasts jiggled in the moonlight as she tossed the unneeded item of clothing behind her. "You'll hurt their feelings," she said, spreading her arms like a raptor about to take flight, an evil smirk on her face. "After all, they're all around you."

"What the hell are you doing? Jeez, put your clothes back on, I--WHAT THE FUCK!" Bianca shrieked as the tendrils began to unfurl. "Fuck this place!" Before she could take a step, a dozen vines, imbued with dark magic emanating from the tanuki, made a beeline for Bianca and wrapped themselves around her. "ELI! HELP! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" She screamed bloody murder as she was hoisted into the air.

Elizabeth chuckled under her breath. "They're just saying hello! Come on, old gal, don't you wanna greet them back?" She tutted and crossed her legs. "You've always been so rude. So inconsiderate, Bianca."

The silver fox hyperventilated. "The fuck are you on about? Is this real? What is this, animatronics?" She wriggled and squirmed as the slimy intruders coiled around her torso, her ankles, her wrists. "NO!" she yelled when she realized a couple were tearing her clothes off. "ELI! MAKE IT STOP!"

The vines flung the tattered remains of her top, shorts, and undergarments out of the clearing into the dark abyss beyond; one of the tendrils, however, had grabbed hold of Bianca's phone. "Aw, thank you, darling!" said Elizabeth. She wiggled her nose as the snapping maw of the tendril let go, and the phone floated in place, midair, and unlocked.

"Is, is that my phone?" Bianca's muscles and tendons clenched under gray fur as the possessed plants maneuvered her into position--right in front of the smirking witch, so that she was upright, her exposed sex inches away from Elizabeth's face. "Eli, I don't know what's going on here, but I'm real scared!"

Elizabeth nodded. "I hope you don't mind." The tanuki, arms still extended, used her eyes to scroll down the planner app. "A week, huh?" She locked eyes with the fox. "Was someone gonna have fun tonight after seven whole days of edging?" She burst into laughter. "You literally wrote you had a date night with your vibrator."

Bianca's fingers clasped. "That's private information, you can't--"

"Can't what? Go through your phone? I already did before, silly. I already know someone's really, really horny."

"You freak!" she yelled over the slithering of the vines, baring her teeth. "I knew I couldn't trust you! I--OH!" Her fit of anger was cut short by a couple of tendrils that had decided to coil up around her areolas to tease and tickle her brown nipples. "Oh, shiiiit . . ." She bit her lip and began to sway in her plantlike bondage. Bianca's white-tipped tail arched in tandem with her back, frizzing out.

Elizabeth giggled, lips parted in a wide, diabolical grin. "Feels good, doesn't it? I can't blame you. It wouldn't be the first time that I've snuck away from my coven for a bit of downtime, if you catch my drift."

Bianca scowled, fighting the arousal. "Clam it. I am not OK with you going through my things, all right? Get me out of this shit."

"But the rest of my friends haven't joined the party yet!" chirped Elizabeth. "I mean, you're kind of wet down there. Don't you want someone to deal with that?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at Bianca's pussy--by now, the pink lips glistened in the light of the midnight moon thanks to a thin but very obvious coating of her own juices.

Two other tendrils fidgeted; one snaked its way into her sex, and the other, aided by its own slimy lubrication, found her butthole and pushed past the cheeks of her round ass. Bianca gasped. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she squealed as the first vine tickled her cervix and pushed against her G-spot; the one in her butt rocked back and forth. Bianca gulped and looked down. She closed her eyes, focusing on her nipples. On her pussy. On her ass. No. She needed that one thing.

Elizabeth, surrounded by an aura of centuries-old black magic, read her mind. "Not enough, right? Need it right where it feels the best, huh?"

A ground vine, surrounded by mulch, squeaked and shook. Its tip angled up, and, like a charmed snake, it undulated and climbed the air, finding Bianca's engorged clit within seconds.

Bianca's toes splayed, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. "Ahhhhh, yesssss! Mmmm, right there." The tendril scritched at the sensitive bump as the fox's rump began to rock back and forth.

Elizabeth squealed in glee. "We're all here now. We're all having a party."

The silver fox huffed. "I, I don't know what any of this is, but it feels so good." She looked up at the moon and closed her eyes.

"To think I had a crush on you freshman year," said Elizabeth, eyeing the stark naked fox from head to curled toes as the vines had their way with her. "But, you know, I kind of got over it eventually. Especially after we worked on that assignment together and you sent the prof an email to get all the credit."

"Oh, Eli," said Bianca, eyes still half-closed in sexual bliss. "I'm so sorry. I, I needed a good GPA. My dad threatened to stop paying if it dipped below 3.2. I--" She gasped as the tendril at her clit switched it up, now prodding and poking at the hypersensitive flesh.

Elizabeth shook her head. "'Cause who wants to wait tables, right? I saw you being an absolute bitch to that waitress back at the diner." She watched a drop of Bianca's pussy juice snake its way down the tendril that was kneading her G-spot. "Those are tough jobs, Bianca. You need to treat those people with respect."

"It's a dumb, stu-stupid habit," said Bianca amidst pants. "I'm sorry."

"And 'woodland weirdo'? Seriously? That's your contact name for li'l old me?" Elizabeth sighed. "Honestly, Bianca, I was infatuated."

"I, I didn't give you that name, OK? After . . . Oh, shit." She gulped, toned stomach heaving. "After you left, some girls in our senior class started calling you that, and, and it just sorta stuck. Eli, please, I know I haven't been a perfect friend." The cheeky tendril in her snatch discovered the little cervix hole that led to her womb, and it took delight in nudging and poking at it. "Fuck, yes!"

A hard smile appeared on Elizabeth's face. "It's a laundry list. Every single time we went out, you were prettier, flashier, better-looking than me. And that time I got an A in that psychology class? You blew it off. Told me you could get an A+ with the help of a couple of blowies."

Bianca took a couple of seconds to respond, too caught up in the pleasure. "Eli, this is all old news, it's--" Her eyes opened wide. "Can, can we talk about this later? I'm close."

Elizabeth cooed. "Aw, gonna have your orgasm?"

The fox smiled and nodded. "Mhm. I'm gonna cum!" Her cunny clamped down on the vine wedged deep inside; it kept caressing her cervix and massaging her G-spot. Every single erogenous zone was aflame with pre-climatic fire.

"Is poor Bianca all pent up? Gonna release all that tension after a whole week of merciless edging?"

Bianca's toes pointed, and her hands balled up into tight fists. "Yes! It's, it's--!" Her puffy nipples, her quivering pussy, her pink-brown butthole, her teardrop-shaped clitty all conspired to orgasm together after seven days of teeth-gnashing denial. "YES!" Bianca's fluffy tail wagged up a storm. "Oh, I--I'M GONNA CU--"

The tendril at her clit stopped right before Bianca could go over the edge; it shook its tip as if to say no and descended back to the ground.

The hapless fox let out an ear-piercing shriek. "NO, NO! WHY DID IT STOP! DON'T FUCKING STOP!"

Elizabeth licked her lips and cocked her head, swiveling an ear in the direction of the cruel vine that had denied Bianca release. "Oh! No! Bianca, babe, he's telling me you stepped on him before. When you were about to leave. Those claws hurt, little missy."

The saucy little tendril, surrounded by forest debris again, waved its tip up and down, agreeing with Elizabeth.

"WHAT! I DIDN'T MEAN TO! I'M SO CLOSE! ELI, PLEASE, PLEASE! MAKE IT COME BACK, ELI!" Bianca's butt thrust forward with all her might, hoping to catch on anything, even an errant speck of forest pollen--that would have been enough to trigger climax.

The vine collapsed, dead, devoid of all magic.

"Aw, Bianca, honey, you pissed him off."

"Get another one to do it! Make, make another one come out! There's a bunch of 'em all around us that aren't moving! Use your magic on one of them! Please!"

Elizabeth, who'd been sitting on the altar with her arms held up in the shape of a T ever since the vines descended upon Bianca, lowered her chin. She fixed her gaze on the fox's wide, pleading eyes. "Use my what on them?" she asked, her voice a choir of variegated tones, all of them dark. "Magic? I thought you said magic doesn't exist."

Bianca frantically shook her head for dear life. "No, no, NO! I believe it! Eli, I believe it's real! Please! Just one little vine, a couple touches, it's, it's all I'm asking for!" The other tendrils carried on their rhythmic to-and-fro--as good as it felt to have her ass drilled, to have her pussy ravaged and to have her nipples tweaked, it was not enough for poor, helpless Bianca to cum.

Elizabeth's eyes turned a deadly shade of black. "You said I couldn't do anything at all to convince you. Don't you remember? So I don't expect an itsy-bitsy little plant to change your mind," she said, voice still distorted by dark spirits. Bianca's phone dropped into Elizabeth's outstretched hand, and she whispered an incantation. "There. That should keep the cycle in place without me having to wear myself out." She brought her arms down and hopped off the altar, her breasts bouncing as her feet landed on the crunchy forest floor.

"WHAT! No, no, no, no! Eli, please, please, please! I'm begging you! I, I'll do anything! Anything! Just please let me CUM!" A deluge of juice dribbled down the pussy tendril; she bucked and thrashed. "I'll go back and apologize to that waitress! I, I'll speak to the college and retake that course!" Bianca's desperate yells were interspersed with squishing noises from the vines as they fucked each of her holes. "You, you said you had a crush on me? We can try stuff! I'll eat you out, Eli! I will!"

Elizabeth pocketed the fox's phone. "I'm not quite sure what you're saying." The tanuki's voice and eyes were back to normal. She looked up cutely at the red-faced, frustrated fox. "You know," said Elizabeth, hands behind her back, her feet together. "'Cause my brain fell out." The witch hummed and strolled towards the path that led back to the main forest trail.

"WHAT! ELI! NO, I DIDN'T MEAN IT! DON'T LEAVE! PLEASE, DON'T DO THIS TO ME! I NEED TO CUM SO BAD! ELIZABETH! ELIIIIIIII!"

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A mile away, Bianca's maniacal, orgasm-deprived caterwauling was as loud as ever.

Elizabeth, sitting on a moss-covered tree stump, scrolled through Bianca's phone. Something stirred under the mulch; Elizabeth yelped and burst into laughter, pulling her feet away. "Aw, hey there, little fellow." She reached over and pet the snaking tendril. "Can't be sneaking up on people with ticklish feet like that."

Her ears swiveled as the vine communicated.

"I know. She was a mean old fox," she said. The tendril creeped up her arm, and she examined its underside. "Oh, no. Her claws really did a number on you, didn't they? Poor baby!" Elizabeth held out her arms in a T-shape for a second--as soon as she did, the vine's scratched up surface was restored to pristine, dew-covered health. "There, all better." She kissed the tendril and continued thumbing down the list of sent messages. "Gimme a sec. I gotta create a shitlist of everyone who's ever called me a 'woodland weirdo,'" said Elizabeth, eyes beginning to turn black. She spoke, voice tinged again with the malice of a thousand demons. "Revenge will be mi-hahahaha!"

The dastardly tendril slithered under her feet, pining for her attention.

"Stop that, you little jerk! Stay away from my feet."