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This story is brought to you by two authors who are known as the Wicked Witches of the East and West. The story is told from two narrators points of view, Elphaba and Galinda. Elphaba's writing will be in bold, whilst Galinda's is normal. This was originally a rp thread, as will all of our stories be, so the format is a little odd. If you would like more information on this please do visit our main page.

This story had trigger warnings of rape so please do not proceed any further if you have issues with this.

Sincerely, The Wicked Witches

Elphaba looked up over the top of her book as her blonde roommate huffed dramatically and dug for something in the back of her closet. The green witch sighed and rolled her eyes as she heard the blonde mutter something under her breath and was about to ask her what was the matter when the blonde leaned all the way forward and Elphaba's breath caught in her throat as she caught a view she would have never thought she would catch. The blonde's elated shout as she found whatever she was looking for and stood brought Elphaba back to herself. Had she really just seen that? She stood and moved to stand behind the blonde, not making a sound until she spoke.

"Bend over." She didn't even care she sounded crude, she had to be sure.

"I beg your pardon" Glinda exclaimed, blushing deeply. She turned around to see Elphaba staring at her intensely.

"Why in Oz do you want me to do that?"

"I- I" Elphaba stammered for a reply , realising she didn't have a reason that didn't imply something indecent to say the least, so she decided to turn the tables and pin the implications on someone else. "Uh- Ama Clutch asked me to keep an eye on you and as she is not back from her outing yet I have to ensure that you are decent before class, lest you try to give the males on campus any ideas I'm sure they've already had."

"You what?" Glinda replied, trying to appear innocent, but her blush showing through all the same. She really hoped Elphaba hadn't seen and was just being Elphaba. She had a bad feeling about it though…

"I simply do not know what you are implyifying."

Elphaba flashed the smaller girl a wicked grin, telling by the bright pink blush spreading from the blonde's ears down her neck that she had in fact regained the upper hand.

"Oh you know very well what I'm 'implyifying', Miss Galinda, or am I to assume I am about stumble upon a surprise for Master Fiyero?"

"There is no surprise Miss Elphaba" Galinda stuttered, shrinking backwards only to find her back hit a wall. Drat. "I am afraid whatever it is you believe you have discovered, you are mistaken in."

"Well in that case there should be no problem in complying with my wishes and allowing me the mercy of leaving for class with the peace of mind knowing that I will not have disappointed our dear Ama, if she ever decides to return from her night out."

Elphaba was now equally enjoying watching the blonde retreat and still trying to confirm she had seen correctly. Meanwhile Galinda was panicking, having no idea how to get out of this mess. She had never been a fast thinker in these situations.

"Well, it is just a positively rude position" She squealed, trying to sound offended. "I will not put myself into it. It is so demeanerating."

"Would you rather I have you turn to the wall and lift your skirts instead? So you are spared the humiliation of the position." Elphaba's wicked grin grew as she stepped closer to the blonde.

"You wouldn't dare" She squeaked, trying to seem un-bothered, rather unconvincingly.

Elphaba was blocking all her escape routes, she couldn't get away. Still, she took the tiniest step backwards, now well and truly trapped against the wall, as Elphaba advanced.

Elphaba stopped just a few inches from Galinda and could feel the body heat coming from the blonde.

She dropped her voice "Are you sure you want to test that theory my sweet?"

She would not be intimidated by her. She just wouldn't. Her reply came purely out of her own stubbornness, and she wished to retract it once it had been released.

"Yes I would."

Elphaba looked Galinda in the eye as she moved her hands to the fabric of the blonde's pink skirts. Moving them just enough to know the blonde would feel the movement but slowly enough to give her time to respond.

Glinda's eyes flicked downwards, she wasn't really going to… Oh Oz she was!

"No!" She screeched, slapping Elphaba's face, hard.