Rashmi raced across the crowded ballroom like a silver shooting star. Fortunately, Carrie was the easiest person to find in the whole place. Even without the swarm of cheerleaders and football players, her sparkly dress could probably be seen from space. Rashmi found her friend still standing by the bar. “Caroline!”

“That’s me!” she squealed, almost like she had just remembered her own name.

Rashmi nearly commented on that, but thought better of it. Mrs. Sharpe was right; this was still her Caroline, dammit. She had to tell her, had to admit the feelings she’d harbored in secret for so long. But where to even start? “I talked to Mrs. Sharp,” Rashmi began.

“Oh goody,“ Caroline chirped. “Did she, like, make you feel better?”

In fact, ‘better’ was a serious understatement. The teacher had made Rashmi feel the best she’d ever felt in her life, as evidenced by the dampness that still marred her panties.“Um, yeah, that’s one way to put it.”

“Yay!” Without warning, Caroline pulled Rashmi into a tight hug, squeezing her against the giving flesh of her ridiculous new rack.

As the pillowy softness pressed against her, Rashmi mused that maybe the new Caroline wasn’t all bad. She had assumed that Caroline had done some crazy plastic surgery, but they felt too soft for that. Perhaps her friend was just a late bloomer. When the embrace finally broke, Rashmi knew she needed to speak, though she really didn’t know what to say. “So, I do need to talk to you.”

“Okey-dokey.”

“Well the thing is . . .” Rashmi said, fumbling for words. Caroline seemed so happy and carefree. Who was to say how she would react to news like this? “When I was talking to Mrs. Sharpe, I realized that…”

Suddenly, Caroline‘s bright pink eyes darted off to the side, like she was staring at something. Then a moment later she hissed, “Not now.”

Rashmi swallowed hard and began nervously teasing at the end of her braid again. “I guess, we don’t have to talk about it if now’s not a good time.”

“Sorry, Rash. I wasn’t talking to you.”

“Right.” The talking to herself was genuinely concerning, although Rashmi decided to move past it. Confess years of repressed romantic longing first, and seek psychiatric help for her hopefully new girlfriend second. If she really loved Caroline, Rashmi would stand by her through whatever was going on, and get her the help she needed. Truthfully, Rashmi wasn’t really sure what love felt like, but if her feelings for Caroline weren’t love, she had no clue what was.

“What kind of stuff did you want to talk about?”

“I like girls!” Rashmi just blurted it out, before she could overthink anymore.

“Rash, that’s great. Girls are so much fun. And just between us, eating pussy is way easier than sucking cock.”

“Wait, does that mean you like girls too?”

“Yeah, totes.”

“Really?” Rashmi squealed. She felt like her heart was soaring. Rashmi had always assumed her friend was straight. Maybe she had a chance. “What about Travis?”

A big, goofy grin grew across Caroline‘s face. “Well, Daddy will always be the most special-est, but I like girls too.”

“Oh, I see.” And just like that, Rashmi‘s heart came plummeting back to earth. She had known they were together. She had even known that Caroline called him Daddy, which she found repulsive. But hearing it now that she’d accepted her own feelings wasn’t easy.

No wonder you didn’t like Christian. I should’ve brought over one of the cheerleaders. You can have whichever one you want. Don’t worry about if they’re straight or in a relationship or whatever. I can fix that,” Caroline said, pointing to her breasts and smirking. “What kind of girl do you like?”

“Well, I like a smart girl.”

“Smart, eh. I think Stacy‘s pretty smart. She does all the counting for our routines. I wonder if my boobs can make someone smarter?” she idly mused. Then Carrie’s eyes snapped upwards again. “I told you not to bug me right now.”

“Still not talking to me, I’m guessing?”

“Bingo.”

“Someone who makes me feel included.”

“Okay, Okay,” Carrie said, nodding her head.

“Someone who feels like a best friend.”

“That could be tricky. You’re the only person I think of like that.”

Rashmi had hoped those hints would be enough, but Caroline clearly still didn’t understand. She would just have to come out and say it, even if it cost them their friendship.“Caroline, I don’t just want some girl, or a cheerleader you’d set me up with. There’s only one person I really like and that’s…”

“Ladies and gentlemen,” a woman’s booming voice interrupted. A figure appeared, seemingly from nowhere, striding across a stage at the far end of the room. Voluptuous violet hair tumbled down her back in elegant waves. Her garish dress of purple sequins wrapped around her slender frame. While her narrow face showed a smile, her eyes studied the surroundings with a cool almost predatory focus. She didn’t seem to have a microphone, but her voice carried across the massive chamber all the same. “I do hope you enjoyed our hospitality this fine evening.”

Somehow, Caroline looked even more surprised to see the stranger than Rashmi did. “Whoa, V got big!”

“Do you know her?”

“Yeah, that’s V! She’s my . . . um . . . godmother.”

“Your godmother is MC’ing the prom ceremony? Is she on the school board or something?”

“Yeah,” Caroline said with a nervous laugh. “Something like that.”

“My name is Vilette and I’ll be your host this evening. It’s time for the moment you’ve all been waiting for, when all you little humans get together and decide which of you is the most popular, the crowning of the prom queen and king.”

Rashmi regained her footing and remembered what she had been saying. “Don’t worry about that. Caroline, there’s something I really need to tell you.”

“Shhhhh,” Caroline said, as she placed a finger on Rashmi‘s lips. “Rash, I really wanna hear it, but this could be a big moment for me and Daddy.”

The word ‘Daddy,’ pierced Rashmi like a knife through the chest. Every time Caroline said it filled her with more doubt that her friend would ever return her feelings.

“We’ll start with our prom king. You all know him, and apparently love him, or at least a majority of you do. Really this shouldn’t come as much of a surprise. Your king for the evening is your very own quarterback of the football team, a man who's good with his hands and other things, Travis Tillingham!”

The other players congratulated Travis with handshakes and rough pats on the back as he made his way to the stage. Caroline jumped up and down clapping in place and squealing. “Yay, Daddy!”

Rashmi could feel her confidence flagging as she saw the way that Caroline looked at Travis. Maybe she was crazy to ever say anything. Her friend’s feelings were pretty obvious.

“And your queen should be even less surprising,“ Villette continued with the same air of casual condescension. “It’s the girl who does it all and has it all, captain of both the quiz bowl and cheerleading teams. My adorable, precious little Carrie Collins.”

“That’s me!” Caroline yelped. She seemed to be the only one surprised at her victory. She pulled Rashmi into another hug, once again teasing her with the tantalizing touch of her tits. Then Vilette gestured for Caroline to join her on stage.

“Sorry, Rash. I gotta go, but I’ll be right back. I do wanna hear your thingie.”

“Are you sure we can’t talk now? It’ll just take a second.”

“I know you’re like totes excited about me finding you a date. Wait, I got it! Gwennie, come here.”

The former head cheerleader never seemed to be far from Caroline and appeared in a blonde flash. “Yes, Carrie? Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Yeah, for sure. I want you to take care of my bestie. She didn’t like it when I took someone from a relationship, and you’re recently single so you’ll do for now.”

“That’s really not necessary,” Rashmi said, taken aback.

“Do I have to?” Gwen said at the same moment.

“Carrie, dear, would you please join me up here,” Vilette repeated with thinly veiled impatience.

“I know, I know,” Caroline said, turning to Rashmi. “Gwennie is only kind of pretty, but I promise she’s good with her tongue.” Then she turned back to the cheerleader. “Be a good girl for Rashmi.”

“Yes, Carrie,” Gwen said with a defeated sigh.

Before Rashmi could say anything else, Caroline took off towards the stage. All she could do was watch her crush’s ass sachet from side to side as she strutted away, pink sparkles flashing with every movement. As Caroline approached the stage, Villette waved a hand and fireworks began bursting around the ceiling, showering the chamber in sparks and sparkles.

But neither Rashmi nor Gwen spared any thought for the fireworks. Both their eyes were glued to Caroline as she ran into Travis’s arms.

“She called me kind of pretty,” Gwen said wistfully.

“I think that part was supposed to be an insult.” 

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” Rashmi said, returning her gaze to the stage. It bothered her, the way Caroline looked at Travis. “She really likes him, doesn’t she?”

“She does.” Gwen answered glumly. Then the edge of her mouth twisted from a frown to a smile. “She does.”

“Now won’t you all join our king and queen in their first dance,” Vilette said with another wave. A string quartet of busty brunettes burst into existence in a corner of the stage, each bearing a strong resemblance to Caroline. They started playing and Caroline began dancing with Travis. 

Rashmi could barely contain her envy as she watched. She wanted to be the one up on that stage, holding Caroline in her arms. Then suddenly she was spinning. When the room had stilled, she found herself face to face with Gwen, who had taken one of her hands and spun her around. 

“We should dance. Carrie told me to take care of you.” 

“You really don’t have to.” 

“Yes, I do.” 

The pair swayed awkwardly for a moment before Rashmi finally spoke. “You do everything Caroline says, huh?” 

“I do. It’s my purpose,” Gwen said with a grin. 

“But, why? Shouldn’t you hate her? She stole your boyfriend.”

“I used to feel that way, but that’s before I realized that she was the most special, perfect girl in the world.” 

“Yeah, she kind of is.”

Gwen gave her another spin, pulling her hand high and twisting her in a broad elegant arc. “You like her, don’t you?”

“What?” Rashmi balked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Gwen’s cool stare remained even and unyielding. “Come on now. It’s obvious. Just because I’m a cheerleader doesn’t mean I’m stupid.” 

Heat flushed Rashmi’s cheeks. “So what if I do?” 

“You should move on. You don’t have a shot with her.”

The words felt like cold water thrown in Rashmi’s face. She stopped dancing. “Excuse me? That’s none of your business.”

“Actually it is. I’m just looking out for both of you.”

“By butting in where you don’t belong?”

“Have you considered you might be the one who doesn’t belong?” 

“You have no idea all the things Caroline and I have been through. We’ve known each other for years, won dozens of quiz bowls together, been there for each other.”

“And yet, she hasn’t done those things lately has she?”

“Well, no but. . .”

“That’s because she finally has something better to do. Has it occurred to you that she just did all that because she pitied you?” 

Rashmi wanted to lash out with some smart response, to call Gwen a bitch, to tell her she didn’t know anything, but she couldn’t. In fact, Rashmi had considered that, incessantly. The words died on her tongue. 

“But now she’s doing what actually makes her happy. Can’t you just let her have that? Just look at her up there.”

Rashmi felt her eyes pulled back up to the stage, where Caroline was leaning into Travis. Her friend whispered something to her date. Then she giggled. Rashmi had never known Caroline to giggle and yet she did it all the time now. The stinging in her eyes only grew as Caroline began nibbling at Travis’s neck. 

“Look how happy she is with him. What do you have that he doesn’t?” 

What did Rashmi have? She had a special bond, at least she hoped so. She had years of trading trivia questions. She had countless nights staying up too late and talking until they fell asleep. She had love. “I love her,” she said quietly. 

Gwen nodded solemnly. “If you love her, you should let her go.”

“But, but, she might feel the same way. You don’t know that she doesn’t want me.” 

“I do.” 

“You can’t possibly.” 

“If she wanted you, she would have taken you by now. She’s hooked up with the whole cheerleading team, even my mom. She doesn’t think of you that way. She never will.”

“You’re . . . you’re lying,” Rashmi stammered as she felt her world collapsing around her. She wanted so badly not to believe Gwen, but Caroline’s words about eating pussy came back to haunt her. She must have had some experience with other girls. 

“She’s fucked me dozens of times,” Gwen continued. “She’s had every girl on the team at least once, not to mention fucked Travis constantly.”

“Caroline wouldn’t do that,” Rashmi stammered. 

“Well, Caroline’s gone, and Carrie very much would do that, and does. Every day. Sometimes multiple times a day. Sometimes multiple partners at once. Other times . . .”

“I don’t need any more details!” 

“She just doesn’t think of you like that. If you confess your feelings to her, you’ll only get hurt, which no offense, I don’t really care about. But more importantly, you’ll hurt Carrie. I can’t have that.” 

Rashmi was speechless. She had known about Travis, but to hear that Caroline had picked so many other girls over her felt like a betrayal. Her stomach churned as the love she felt rotted to fetid resentment. Maybe the Caroline she’d known really was gone. 

Gwen placed a hand on Rashmi’s shoulder. “If you love her, you should just go home. Don’t ruin her night.” 

Rashmi knocked the hand aside, and turned to walk away. “Don’t tell me what to do.” 

“Where are you going?” Gwen asked.

“To give ‘Carrie’ a piece of my mind and get the truth.”

“No don’t . . . “ Gwen said, reaching out a hand, but Rashmi ignored her and stormed towards the stage. Gwen didn’t make any move to stop her. Once Rashmi was out of sight, she finally let herself smile, a wicked self-satisfied smirk. It had been such a struggle to hold it in that whole time.

A few seconds later, Vilette appeared beside her with a cloud of purple sparkles, still the size of a full human. “My, my. I must say I’m impressed. That wretched teacher wouldn’t help Carrie at all, but you’ve done splendidly.”

“You don’t get to be cheer captain without learning to manipulate emotional girls.” Then she turned to Vilette, her gaze cooling. “And you’ll keep your end of the bargain? I’ll get to be Carrie’s new bestie once she’s gone?” 

“Of course. We fairies always honor our contracts, at least the letter of them anyway. I’ll make sure you and Carrie will be together for eternity. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think my services will be required soon.” With that, Vilette disappeared once more. 

Gwen remained alone on the dance floor, an island of stillness in the ocean of swaying shadows, stare fixed on Carrie’s silhouette, gently swaying in Travis’s arms. The girl had become her purpose, her whole world. She didn’t mind that Carrie had her man. Carrie should have whatever she wanted. But the thought of another girl being closer to her Goddess than Gwen? That was unacceptable. When Vilette had appeared to her and asked her to help remove Rashmi, she’d leapt at the chance. Now nothing would stand between her and her Goddess. “Perfect,” she whispered to herself. 

***

Carrie giggled as Travis’s lips tickled her neck. At long last, all was right with the world. Her best friend seemed to be feeling better. Her little cunnie was getting wet from Daddy’s touch. Her brain had stopped that annoying thinky feeling. She allowed herself to rock gently from side to side and savor the moment. 

Then suddenly a hand was on her shoulder, pulling her away from Daddy. She turned to find Rashmi staring her down with a scowl on her face and pink eyes of her own, except Rashmi’s eyes weren’t pink like Carrie’s. They were all puffy and veiny looking. “We need to talk. Now.”

Carrie still wasn’t sure what her bestie wanted to talk about, but figured it might be whatever was wrong with her eyes. “Yeah, sure. What’s up, bestie?” 

“Is it true what Gwen said?”

“I dunno.”

Rashmi growled, “Is it true that you fucked the whole cheer squad?” 

“Oh that. Like yeah, at least I think so. How many girls are on the team again?” Carrie asked as she raised her fingers and began quietly counting. 

“But why?”

“Hmm,” Carrie screwed up her face again, trying to recall. “Good question. Don’t tell me, I know this one.” It was genuinely hard to remember, but at last she got it. “Oh yeah! They were being, like, total meanies, so I had to teach them a lesson. Then I kept doing it because it was fun.”

“So while I was sitting alone in my room missing you, you were off swimming in cheerleader pussy?” 

“No silly!” Carrie said with a dismissive wave. For a heartbeat, Rashmi looked relieved, until Carrie continued. “Pussies aren’t big enough to swim in!”

“It was an idiom.”

“Hey don’t call me that! That’s not nice.”

Rashmi opened her mouth to speak, but paused again. Then at last, she finally said, “And you never thought of me? You never thought you might want to do those things with me? You never noticed the way I looked at you? Or maybe you just didn’t care.”

It took Carrie a second to catch up. After all, that had been a lot of questions. “Well you weren’t being a meanie, so I didn’t think I had to.” 

“So that’s what you like? People who treat you badly, who degrade you?” 

“Hmm,” Carrie answered with an involuntary little moan. “I like whatever Daddy does to me.” The words felt effortless, automatic. 

“Unbelievable,” Rashmi fumed. “I’m over here trying to confess my feelings and you’re drooling over dick.”

“Mmm, not yet, but maybe later.”

“You know, just forget it. It’s clear you don’t feel the same way about me as I do about you,” Rashmi said, turning away

Again that weird feeling started in the back of Carrie’s mind, like something was trying to move under the ocean. It was hard to make out beneath the deep banks of pink fog. “Wait, Rash. I didn’t know. I’ll, like, totes fuck you if you want. Daddy likes it when I play with other girls.” 

“Keep your pity,” Rashmi answered coldly. “I loved you. I wanted us to be together. I don’t want to be some side show for your ‘Daddy.’”

“Rash, come back! I’m sorry. You’re my bestie.”

“Clearly, I’m not. I don’t even know you.”

“Yes, you do. I’m the same me, I’ve always been.” 

Rashmi could feel the cold scrutiny of her friend's gaze sweeping her up and down. “No, I don’t think you are. The Caroline I loved is gone. You’re just a dumb, bimbo slut.” With that Rashmi turned her back and walked down into the crowd.

Carrie stared after her for a moment in stunned silence. She couldn’t believe her bestie would talk to her like that, and after she’d worked so hard to give her a special night. She’d taken time away from Daddy, moved them to a gorgeous ball room, and given her a new dress. She’d offered her the biggest cock on the football team and the pick of the litter of cheerleaders. Yet her friend didn’t care. 

Something else began to stir within the billowing clouds of pink in her mind: anger, the same anger she’d felt at Mrs. Sharpe and again at Gwennie. It whipped out from beneath the clouds like a venomous snake. Carrie hated being looked down on or rejected more than anything. She stomped her foot and tried to think of the best insult she could. She reached for words in the haze of her thoughts, but big words had been hard lately, and not hard in a good way like a rock solid cock, but hard in a bad way like thinky headaches. “Oh yeah,” she said, finally abandoning the effort and deciding to hurl Rashmi’s own words back at her. After all those had hurt Carrie plenty. She’d see how Rashmi liked being called mean names. 

Except Carrie was able to fish a couple of words out of the pink soup. Two little words that had become almost second nature to her, she’d said them so many times now, ‘I wish’. She meant to say something like, “nu-uh, you’re an even bigger bimbo slut,” but what she actually said was, “I wish you were an even bigger bimbo slut. So there!”

Vilette’s cackling laughter appeared before she did. It echoed off the unfeeling stone walls and ceiling, easily drowning out the soft string music. It was a laugh Carrie had heard countless times, but never quite like this. The usual maternal warmth had been stripped away, replaced by a pure, malevolent hunger. She burst into existence beside Carrie, like a vicious violet fox, ready to pounce. “Your wish is my command.”

“Wait, I didn’t mean that!” Carrie gasped, as she suddenly realized what she’d done, but it was too late. Everything went purple. 

When the light finally faded, Rashmi had stiffened, standing motionless at perfect attention and staring vacantly ahead. Then her body began to change. First her hips swelled, filling out her sleek silver dress with a perfectly round ass that flowed down into sculpted thighs. The change rippled up to her stomach, erasing the small paunch of fat and leaving her with perfectly flat abs, abs that made a striking contrast to her rapidly expanding chest. Rashmi’s modest mammeries morphed into massive melons before Carrie’s own eyes. They pulled and strained at the strips of silver fabric. The dress had hung too loose before, but now it pulled taught into two narrow bands that barely covered her nipples. In the process they drew the dress’s silver chains tight against the skin of her back. 

“Hehe, jingly,” she whispered to herself. 

Finally the plaits of Rashmi’s trademark braid began to twitch before bursting apart. The simple binding could no longer hold as Rashmi’s hair lengthened and curled, falling down her back in waves of inky black. Then her eyes slowly blinked before settling into a dull, half lidded stupor. “Um, what was I, like, doing again?” She tried to remember for a second before settling on the last thing she recalled. “Oh yeah, I was jingling,” She said, before starting to bounce on her toes. Every motion set her chest jiggling and her chains jingling. “Hehe, jingle, jiggle, jingle, jiggle.”

She kept on that way for a while, before her vacant gaze landed on Christian, who happened to be in the crowd nearby. “Oh hi, big guy,” she said, sauntering over. 

“Sup.” 

“You’re supposta, like, take my sins right? I have lots I wanna give you,” she said with a wink. 

“Babe!” Vicky hissed. 

That was enough to draw Rashmi’s depraved attention to the Latina. “Oh, like, sorry. You don’t mind if we share, do you?” she said, pressing herself up against the cheerleader. 

Vicky clearly wasn’t expecting that and started stammering nervously. “Uh, it’s just that he’s my boyfriend and . . . 

And then Rashmi kissed her. Tenderly, but insistently she brought their lips together. Vicky flinched at first, but soon she melted as Rashmi’s warm softness enveloped her awareness. Rashmi, of course, had never kissed anyone, but you’d never guess that from the expert way she teased Vicky’s mouth open or the ease with which she coaxed out her tongue. Soon the two women were moaning into each other’s mouths, completely lost in the moment. When they finally broke, Vicky's expression mirrored Rashmi’s own half-lidded hunger. 

“Isn’t it more fun when we all play together?” Rashmi asked, still panting. 

“Mmm, play,” was all Vicky could manage. But she didn’t object as Rashmi’s hands snaked around her back and made their way to her zipper. She didn’t even react as the dress fell to the floor, leaving her standing in her underwear in the middle of the ballroom. 

“That’s it. We’re just horny little toys, and toys should be played with.”

“Please play with me,” Vicky mouthed, completely overtaken by the magical spell of Rashmi’s body. 

Rashmi didn’t need to be told twice. She slid a hand under Vicky’s panties and began to do just that. She teased and touched and traced little circles until Vicky was a dripping mess of need. When Vicky doubled over from the pleasure, Rashmi took the opportunity to suck her finger clean. “Mmm tasty,” she said after removing the digit from her mouth with a wet pop. “I’ve always wanted to do this.” Rashmi fell to her knees and pulled down Vicky’s panties in a swift motion. 

Still the Latina couldn’t object. She just spread her legs wider to give her newfound playmate the best access possible. Rashmi responded by burying her face in Vicky’s pussy. While she’d never eaten anyone out either, the magical transformation had imprinted the skills directly into her brain. Rashmi was relentless. One second she was passionately sucking Vicky’s little clitty, the next she was lapping away, trying to drive her tongue as deeply inside as possible. 

Every little lick and flick was met with more juices running down her face, dripping down her tongue and running onto her chin. And Rashmi loved it. She was a big bimbo slut, after all. She could no longer even process the maelstrom of feelings she’d experienced just moments before. Those were big, heavy thoughts that wouldn’t fit in her tiny bimbo brain anymore. It was so much easier to just relax and get fucked.

That was why she was so delighted when she felt strong hands clamp onto her back side. Christian guided her from kneeling to all fours and she happily complied. Then he grabbed the hem of her dress and began pushing it up around her stomach. It took a little doing to shimmy it past her newly fat ass, but together they managed. Soon Rashmi was spread wide, her most intimate parts totally exposed to Christian and the rest of the students who watched with morbid fascination. 

The football player slowly unzipped his pants, and clambered down to align himself with her entrance. Just from the slightest graze of her bare flesh, Rashmi could feel how big he was. Vicky barely noticed. She was far too entranced to do anything besides offer her body to Rashmi.

Then Christian started to shove himself inside her. “Wait, no!” Rashmi suddenly said. “Not like that.” 

“Huh? I thought you wanted to get your communion.” 

“Oooh, I do, but not there. Put it in my ass. I wanna be the bestest slut and have my first time in the back.” Rashmi rested her head on the cool, marble floor, sparing her hands to spread her ass cheeks wide. 

“You’re nasty,” he said approvingly. His length pushed inside, one inch at a time, slowly prying open her tightest hole. 

“Oh yess,” she growled through gritted teeth. “I’ve been so naughty. Please forgive me. Punish me. Do whatever you want with me.”

And so Christian did, gripping the ample flesh of her cheeks and driving his weight down into her. He pounded his body against hers with the wet smacking sounds of sweating skin meeting tuxedo pants. 

Rashmi responded with screams of pleasure. She was being such a good slut and that was all she really needed. Though she knew she could go further. She carefully made her way back up to all fours, not that there was any real worry of dislodging Christian from her with how deep he had pressed. Just as Vicky was starting to regain awareness, Rashmi resumed eating her out, and the cheerleader's lights went out again. Evidently Rashmi’s lips had been granted the same mesmerizing powers as Carrie’s breasts. In this case they had reduced Vicky to a primitive, grunting animal. 

Not that Rashmi looked any less primal, down on all fours, face between Vicky’s legs and Christian’s cross firmly planted in her backside. Every thrust drove her straight into Vicky’s pussy, smearing her juices across Rashmi’s cheeks and mouth, and she fucking loved it. It was all she could process anymore, just the sheer, raw pleasure of being a slut. Gone was the keen intellect she’d honed over years, gone were her feelings of love for Caroline, gone was the bitter sting of rejection. If Rashmi regretted anything in that moment, it was simply that she didn’t have someone else there to fuck her pussy at the same time. 

Vilette took in the scene of depravity before her with immense satisfaction. “Well, Carrie my dear, I do think I’ve outdone myself.”

Carrie didn’t answer. 

“Carrie? Can you hear me?” 

“Yes,” she said vacantly.

Vilette studied her young charge. Carrie’s eyes were fixed straight ahead, not looking at anything in particular. Her posture was slouched slightly to one side, causing one of the straps of her dress to fall over her shoulder. Her lips were softly parted, allowing a thin strand of drool to escape down her cheek. Vilette waved a hand in front of her face, which still elicited no reaction. “Carrie, are you thinking anything?” 

“No,” came the simple response. And it was true. The banks of pink fog had solidified. Carrie’s mind no longer felt like an ocean of cotton candy. Now it felt solid, smooth, shiny like a lollipop. There was nothing besides the pink. No desires, no thoughts stirring from deep within, no nothing. 

“FINALLY!” Vilette yelled in triumph as she turned to face her victim. “At last, no more attitude or resistance or childish human wants. You took so long. If I’d realized it was all thanks to that little brat over there, I could have finished this much faster. Apologize for keeping me waiting.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. You’ll have all of eternity to make it up to me. Say you’re a filthy, stinking human, who’s only good for serving your betters.”

“I’m a filthy, stinking human, who’s only good for serving my betters.”

Vilette stepped in close and began kneading one of Carrie’s spectacular breasts. Even that didn’t elicit a reaction. “You know you were right to be suspicious when we met, not that it did you much good. Every wish comes with a price. Any time you took something for yourself, it cost something of yourself, specifically your intelligence. You just kept getting dumber and dumber and dumber. You got everything you wanted in exchange for everything that you are.”

Carrie just kept staring while Vilette fondled her. 

“But don’t worry. I’ll tell you what to be and who to be. Say you’ll do whatever you’re told.”

“I’ll do whatever I’m told.”

“Look at that! You do learn. Now I have a very important job for you, sweetie. It’s exceedingly simple. You just have to say exactly what I tell you, just like you have been. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.”

“Such a good, obedient girl. Now listen carefully. Just say, ‘I wish I and everyone else here were Vilette’s slaves.’”

If there’d been anything left of Carrie she would have rebelled, would have fought, would have refused, but there was nothing, not even the faintest stirring under the pink. So instead, she just opened her full lips and said, “I wish I and everyone else here were Vilette’s slaves.”

The fairy brought her hand up to cradle Carrie’s chin. “Well, sweetie, if that’s what you really want. Your wish is my command.” Then a brilliant flash of violet swept over them, swallowing the entire chamber. 

When the purple light faded, the first thing Carrie felt was the cold metal of a collar.