A Mothers Love

by That Turtle Guy

After an accident gives Medusa amnesia, Crona's Life is changed for the weirdly better, but how long will it be before things get out of hand? Summery supplied by jax-naut2.0 (ADOPTED BY AcadianWitch)

10. Chapter 10

Downtown Little Wood was rather lively more than one would anticipate being there for the first time. They walked from the apartment, Blair changing from her usual witch like get-up for a purple long dress that was tight against her curves with a black hairband that had slits in the ears so Blair could push her feline ones through to wear comfortably while maintaining the illusion that they were part of the hairband, Crona wearing baggy jeans and a simple black hoodie, and Medusa wearing a white long skirt with a green sweater, for twenty minutes until they reached downtown and there was a lot called The Valley, and within it were the main two buildings they needed: The super market and the laundry mat. The laundry mat came up immediately on their turn to the lot, being the first building in the long line of them, and three more buildings down past a shoe store, a pet store, and a Chinese restaurant was the market they needed to go.

"I-if you do the l-laundry, I'll d-do the shopping." Crona offered.

"Okay!" Medusa took the laundry basket from his arms while he turned away to head to the store. "Wait, Crona!"

He turned back with a furrowed brow. Medusa smiled and leaned forward. "A little kiss?"

Crona looked left and right to see if anybody was watching while they were in front of the laundry mat. Most of the cars were parked in front of the market on that Saturday, and no one was in the laundry mat itself, so Crona thought it safe to show a little affection. He leaned forward and placed his lips on Medusa's. They shared a momentary lovers kiss, slide of tongue with audible smacking. They pulled away from each other after a moment. Medusa smiled at him while Crona returned it with a shy one.

Crona then looked over to Blair, his expression unsure. He wasn't sure if it'd be impolite to ask, or if maybe Blair just wanted to go over to him first. He was used to Medusa always asking, but Crona wasn't sure about taking the initiative.

Blair saw the struggle on the boy's face, knowing what was going through his head. She glanced over at Medusa who was already going inside the laundry mat with a hum. Blair looked back at Crona and smiled at him and walked forward. She leaned forward and caressed his face before going in for the kiss, both of them giving each other the same enthusiasm as Medusa had with him a moment ago.

Blair pulled away and let her hands rest on his shoulders. She had a small look of uncertainty in her eyes that Crona caught and he immediately became concerned for her.

"What's wrong?" Crona asked her.

Blair looked at Crona, then back at Medusa in the building getting coins from the change machine. The change flew out faster than expected and coins flew into her stomach, making Medusa jump, causing an involuntary Vector Arrow to appear from under her shoes and slam into the vending machine next to it, going right through the side of it out the other end, skewing the machine before momentarily fading away. A bag of chips fell from inside the machine into the dispense slot. Medusa clapped in joy of the free snack.

Blair paled a little looking back at Crona. "Is your mom a... Vengeful person?"

Crona frowned. "Wh-what do you mean?"

"If someone were to, say, do Medusa wrong, would she have reacted badly?"

Blair didn't know how to ask Crona outright if his mom would kill her with one of her freaky arrows out of revenge for sleeping with her lover/son. Crona seemed ignorant of the situation at hand and accepting of a lot of weird things, and she wasn't entirely sure if would understand that his mother was with a large magical group of manipulators, killers, and whatever they needed to be to meet their own ends. Asking directly may hurt the boy more than Blair would imagine, and she definitely didn't want that.

Crona, on the other hand, took the question as her trying to get to know Medusa on a personal level. Though it escaped him to mention the amnesia given that the way Medusa is now being a dead giveaway that she was no longer a normal witch, he would have thought that it would have been rather obvious with how different she is than most. Crona thought that Blair would want to try to get along better with Medusa. Mizune had always told him to go out and get to know people when he gets to school, this was probably how they did it.

Crona nodded. "Oh, y-yeah, no one would be able to e-escape the things Medusa w-would have planned for th-them."

Blair's eyes widened. "I-is that so?"

Crona nodded again. "Uh-huh. Whenever M-Medusa would t-take me with her on e-errands and someone w-would t-try to a-ask more than the s-set price, or wh-when they'd try to k-kill her after she gave th-them the money, or if s-someone would r-really disrespect h-her, she'd usually u-use her magic to k-kill them. M-mostly her s-snake magic stuff."

A thought came to Blair, making her heart sink. "You said Medusa can turn into snakes?"

Crona scratched the back of his head with a nervous laugh. "W-well, kind of. Her p-power revolves around s-snakes. They're her symbol o-of power. S-she can turn the t-tattoos on her a-arms into t-two large anacondas, and she h-has th-thousands of snakes in h-her body at her d-disposal."

Blair's pupils shrank and her ears flattened against her head. A small moan came from her mouth. "Thousands...?" She whispered.

"Yeah. Th-they came move really f-fast." When he saw Blair frozen with a weird look on her face her grew concerned again. "A-are you o-okay?"

All Blair could do was squeak.

Ragnarok began to laugh hysterically inside of Crona much to the boy's confusion. It was rather loud too.

It was then that the digital watch on Crona's wrist went off, telling him it was eight A.M. Crona's eyes widened. He needed to get inside the store quick to try and get the weekend early bird discount on the groceries he needed to get.

"I-I-I have t-to go q-quick!" He gave the frozen magical cat a quick peck on the cheek before he turned and ran toward the store. "I'll s-see you a-and Medusa later!"

Blair was at a complete loss for words. Though Medusa was distracted with laundry. Perhaps she could make a fast one and head back to her pumpkin house in Nevada?

"He's such a sweet boy, isn't he?"

Blair jumped with a loud yelp, her tail and ears up straight and fluffed up. She heard Medusa talk from right behind her, suddenly standing at Blair's back.

"I have some chips. Want some?"

...

Eruka and Mizune had made it to the castle in record time. After reaching half-way they had decided to ditch their civilian clothes and went back to their witch attire, sitting on their brooms with the wind rushing past them as they were finally able to see Gorgon castle through the swampy fog with their suitcases fluttering on the ends of their brooms.

Eruka had almost made it to the front door, hoping to navigate the hallways from the inside back to where Medusa's lab was, but Mizune had informed her that she had found Medusa's bedroom last time she was there to give Medusa the book they required at the time. Eruka quickly followed suit and trailed behind Mizune as she tried to locate the bedroom window. After three failed tries (Two of which were just hallways and another was a trap window that had almost eaten them by extending itself out of the wall and forming the brick into teeth) they had found what they were looking for on the fourth try.

They floted through the window slowly one at a time, both of them hoping off their broom when they were in. Eruka had expected the room to be a basic one with an oversized bed, and true to her expectations it was such. Mizune, however, remembered the discarded clothes on the floor and the trash can full of condoms and the dirty sheets, all of which had been cleaned on Medusa and Crona's exit, but as far as cleaning around the castle went while they were there the bedroom was the least of their worries, always just wanting to have sex as soon as they got in there. Mizune smiled at the thought.

"Why does one person need a bed that big?" Eruka complained when she let her gaze fall on the bed. "The only thing I have to sleep on back at my apartment is my couch."

"Jealous much?" Mizune teased. Eruka didn't answer. She turned her head to look at Mizune over her shoulder.

"Do you know how to get to the lab from here?" Eruka asked.

Mizune's good humor faded, replaced with a resigned expression and a sigh. "I'd have to retrace my steps."

"Hopefully we don't get eaten..." Eruka muttered.

Mizune led the way, letting a quick and sharp whistle through the corner of her mouth and her broom rose to attention and dashed to hover right above her head as she walked with Eruka following behind. They were lucky this time to not trigger anything, though it could have been because Crona either forgot to turn the traps on or didn't know how, and there was no way Medusa would have remembered.

As they walked Mizune slowed down to look at a large picture hung on a wall as they ventured through, something she didn't see that night. A picture with a very uncomfortable Crona and a plain but dangerous expression on Medusa's, with the rest of the picture torn away. There was a hand on Crona's other shoulder but the rest of it was torn away. Mizune frowned. Eruka stopped when Mizune did and followed her gaze, seeing the portrait as well. She remembered when she had first gone to the castle and saw the picture as she followed Crona.

"I wonder who the father was?" Mizune wondered aloud.

"Whoever he was, he's probably dead."

Mizune would have put this with Eruka and her line of thinking recently, but with how Medusa was before, Eruka was more than likely right. All Mizune could do was nod and kept walking. Soon enough they got were they intended to go and had come to the destroyed lab. Everything was left the way it was since the explosion, a layer of dust on everything in the room. Mizune took the first step in, kicking a rock forward into a discarded stack of books and sending a waft of dust up in Mizune's face. Her face contorted and she let out a squeak of a sneeze.

Eruka walked around her and began gazing over the area. "Well, were do we look first?"

"How the hell should I know?"

Eruka shrugged to herself. "I guess we should start cleaning. Try and uncover anything hidden."

Mizune groaned. "We're going to do chores now?"

"I seem to recall someone forcing their way with me and offering to cover ground?"

Eruka went to one of the fallen bookshelves to and set it back up, setting the least damaged books back on the shelf, glancing over them to see if any of them were by the Gorgon family as she went.

Mizune sighed. She extended her hand and the broom flew into her palm. She began to sweep dust to the side. "This is going to be a long day..."

...

Richy was standing with his back against a tall tree, not too far from Rodney's backyard. He had his weapon in hand and a bead of sweat went down his head as he waited for his attacker to come. He held his grip tight around his gun, trying to keep his breathing under control and keeping himself from shifting his feet in fear of giving away his position.

Jared was already down. There was no turning back for him. He saw him gunned down by that mad man as he laughed in childlike glee, and all Jared could do was take it until he had fallen.

No. There was no going back for Jared. He was long gone.

But Richy could most certainly avenge him.

Richy stuck close to the tree and turned off all of his senses except his hearing, keeping his eyes closed and holding his breath momentarily to try and hear. Some of the leaves were rustling with the constant breezes, a pinecone had grown to the point where the pine tree had to let it go, falling down to the ground and gaining momentum before landing on the ground with a loud thud, and he even heard a bird or two pick through the ground for worms to feed to their young. He heard all of these things, but he was most concerned with finding one noise: The sound of footsteps and possibly leaves crunching under feet.

He stood there and held his breath for maybe fifteen seconds when he finally heard tentative steps coming not too far behind him. From the position he heard it coming from, the pursuer shouldn't be able to see him. Though as a safety measure he changed his position slightly to keep the tree between him and who was fallowing him as much as possible. He opened his eyes and he could clearly hear the footsteps still coming for a moment longer, possibly 40 - 50 feet away.

Then they just stopped.

Ricky's brows furrowed in confusion and he closed his eyes again and tried to see if maybe the pursuer had just found better footing to be silent, but to no avail. He couldn't hear anything coming from behind him. Had he stopped to just stand there? Maybe he saw Richy move? No, if he saw Richy, surely he would have gone full on pursuit. No, perhaps the pursuer had mistaken one of the sounds of the woods for Richy and was keeping some kind of watch. This would be the perfect moment for Richy then. All he had to do was step from behind the tree as swiftly and smoothly as he could, aim him gun a bit higher and centered to at least get a hit on his target, and go for the kill from there.

Yes. It should work.

It had to work.

Richy took a deep breath and turned his head to the side, prepared to turn his whole body to get the best footing for his shot. He took a quick breath before holding it and preparing to move.

Only to feel something cold and smooth press against the back of his head. Richy closed his eyes and his lips curled in frustration. "Shit!"

"Any last words before I blow your face out of the back of your head?" His pursuer said with confidence.

Richy turned to look at his hunter in the eyes, giving him the best glare he could muster. The weapon rose to aim at his forehead. "Just shoot me, you son of a bitch."

The hunter shrugged. "As you wish."

He pulled the trigger.

A nerf darts suction cup had placed itself firmly in the center of Richy's forehead. Richy sighed. "Dude, I was being super stealthy and shit, too. Like, ninja status."

"When you moved earlier, you stepped on a leaf and I could see your elbow after you shifted.

"Rodney, how the fuck did you move without making a sound?"

Rodney, one of Richy's friends, stood before him with a smirk on his face and his bowl cut red hair covering his eyes, a nerf magnum in one hand, and his socks and shoes in the other. Richy looked down in surprise as Rodney wiggled his toes for emphasis. "I figured that I'd be more quiet bare foot than with rubber soles. I was right."

"Well, shit. Good game." Richy plucked the dart off of his forehead with a pop! "What did Jared go off to do?"

"He got pissy after I got him again and went to watch TV in my living room." Rodney informed Richy as he put his shoes back on. "I can stick some pop tarts in the toaster and we can watch some anime. Found a cool ecchi one yesterday you guys might like."

"Like, just clevage status stuff, or is it a 'Private time' kind of ecchi?"

"Nothing too out there."

Richy shrugged. "Sure."

After Rodney had gotten his shoes back on they ventured through the foods back to Rodney's backyard. They went through the sliding door and into the kitchen where Rodney offered to heat up the food while Richy watched TV with Jared. Richy went to the living room and saw Jared sitting down with his arms crossed as he was emerged with whatever he was watching. Jared had short-cut brown hair and was wearing a tan jacket. He turned to look at Richy coming in, pushing his fingers on the bridge of his nose to put his glasses into place.

"Rodney won?" Jared asked.

"Yup."

"That fucker." He sulked.

"'Ain't my fault that you suck!" Rodney called back from the kitchen. Jared muttered to himself.

"So, since we're obviously done with Nerf," Richy pressed. "What's the next plan?"

Rodney then came into the room with pop tarts on a plate for each of them. "After some anime, we could take the bus to Rosenfield and hang out at the mall."

"I mean, we could," Jared said. "But all we really do is eat some fast food and then go see a movie, and there's really nothing good there to watch that we haven't already seen."

"We could-" Richy was saying as he reached for his plate, only to have a poor grasp and drop it letting it fall to ground. "Shit."

As he bent down to pick it up, Jared noticed that there was a knife in Richy's pocket, the little slider for placing it in the pocket had the inscription Mad Dog on it. Richy had already told them both the story before of what happened when he had his wallet taken. "Do you still really keep that thing?"

"What?" Richy asked as he brushed off the dirt from his food before eating it anyway.

"'Mad Dog', there." Jared reached and grabbed the knife from Richy's pocket.

"Dude!" Richy yelled. He swiped the knife out of Jared's hand then shoved the entire knife into his pocket. "Not cool!"

"Why the hell did you even keep that thing with you?" Jared asked. "A momentum of when you almost got your ass stabbed?"

"Bite me." Richy said darkly.

"Actually, and I know Jared is being an ass about it," Rodney supplied. Jared let out an offended Hey! which was promptly ignored. "He does have a point in some regard. You're literally carrying a knife from a fight you would have lost."

"Yeah, until your knight in a hoodie showed up."

Richy was regretting telling them about that night. "Why I'm keeping this thing isn't any of your guys' business. And I would have been able to to at least have done something if I had caught by breath."

"Okay," Rodney said in a reasonable tone. "There's a fine line between standing up for yourself and walking into a fight you can't win. And all you do when someone starts shit is escalating it and head dick-first into a fucking fight."

Richy threw his hands in the air. "So I'm just supposed to take the bullshit and act like it's the right thing to do?"

"Hey, it's not like it will be like this forever." Jared pointed out. "Once we get out of High School, college should be better."

"I'd rather not live with the fact that I would have had to smile and present my ass just to get that far."

"That's fucking stupid." Jared said flatly

"Guy's..." Rodney tried to interject, but to no avail.

Richy clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. "Jared, back in fourth grade, did you have any lunch that year, or was it taken from you by Marcus?"

Jared narrowed his eyes. "You didn't either!"

Richy jabbed his finger in Jared's direction. "Exactly! No matter what would have happened, I would have gotten shit, but at least I can try and take the punch instead of sitting down and letting it happen." Richy pointed to his pocket with the weapon. "And that guy was able to give the punches, which is something I wish I could do, and hopefully one day someone as scrawny as me will be able to fight like someone that was scrawny, too. That's what I keep the knife to remind me of."

"To be fair," Rodney supplied, hoping to deject the conversations' hostility. "That dude did have a pipe to beat them off with. That played a big factor."

Richy shook his head. "You'd had to have been there. The way that dude moved... He knew how to fight, but he used the pipe because it was probably familiar in some way. It was like he was fighting with..." He thought it over for a moment before shrugging to himself then nodding. "Like he was fighting with a sword."

"Your knight in a hoodie, like I said." Jared jarred.

Richy chose to ignore that comment. "Wish I could have at least gotten his name."

"He's probably long gone by now." Rodney suggested with a shrug. "If he was as good of a fighter as you said he was, then he's probably long gone by now. Someone that good wouldn't stick around in a crummy place like Little Wood."

Richy sighed and leaned back into the couch. "More than likely, yeah."

...

Crona looked over the grocery list again and went to get eggs, only to see that they were out of the large dozens. He wondered if he should get one medium instead or two because of everyone's appetite. He looked at the price and trying to do the math in his head and see if they could budget it for the month, though it was hard to concentrate with Ragnarok still laughing inside of his head, though after a while it became a smoker's wheeze.

Oh! Oh, my gods! This is the best shit!

Perhaps now would finally be a good time to ask what was so funny, and Crona did so through the mental link.

Ragnarok coughed and tried to compose himself. That... That shit you did earlier. Scaring the ever-living-FUCK out of the purple pussy. That was just priceless.

Scare her? Crona thought back in surprise. A realization hit him. Is that why she looked at me like that?

There was a pause between them.

Ragnarok began to laugh even harder than before, to the point where Crona was sure his teeth were rattling.

THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER!

B-but I th-thought she just w-wanted t-to hear the t-truth! I-I-I th-thought she wanted to kn-know more about M-Medusa!

Ragnarok took a deep breath in an attempt to compose himself, his voice coming out in a jittery scramble.

The purple cat wanted to know if Medusa is fuckin' territorial, not her fuckin' life story, you retard.

T-territorial?

Ragnarok sighed in Crona's head. Crona, whenever we went on missions and would come across alley cats, how often do you see them get along?

Crona remembered when Medusa had wanted Crona to practice his stealth and had him stalk people of interest before going in for the kill, and to hide most of those times he would usually be in ally's, usually in the presence of cats. Sometimes they would come to him for food or attention which he had sometimes delivered, but per Medusa's demands he would often leave them alone very quickly. Though most of the time he had seen cats fight each other violently with one being victorious and staying to eat whatever discarded food he had while the other had to either run or limp away, sometimes very bloodied. Assuming the loser came out alive.

I-I guess, b-but Blair's a h-house c-cat-

A house pet is one that never leaves on their own without their fucking owner, like you. Even then keeping your territory is an animal instinct built into them like their fucking bones. And everything you told her said that any kind of conflict with Medusa is a loss no matter what.

M-Medusa wouldn't h-h-hurt anyone a-anymore, th-though!

The only thing she's been seeing is Medusa slicing through everything like butter. I've been eating breakfast and I noticed that shit. And as far as Blair being concerned with Medusa just acting, that kind of shit isn't exactly unfounded. Anyway, Blair probably sees Medusa as this big obstacle, the Alpha in charge. She's in the dog house.

Crona's eyes widened. He needed to clear things up with Blair. I h-have to tell h-her sh-she has n-nothing to w-worry about!

Crona was able to make a full 180 turn until he felt something jab his stomach from the inside. Crona grunted and fell to his knees and held his gut in discomfort, nearly dropping his shopping basket.

AFTER you finish grocery shopping. Ragnarok demanded. My three meals per breakfast ain't cheap, and the sale won't last long. Also I want more of them little cake things.

B-but Ragnarok-

Another jab and Crona leaned forward. He winced.

Not my problem. It's more of a you problem.

Crona probably wouldn't even make it past the cash registers with Ragnaroks constant jabbing. He'd just have to shop quick. The store had a no running policy, so all Crona could do was walk faster and grab everything quickly. He grabbed two medium eggs and went as fast as he could.

...

Blair fidgeted in her seat right next to Medusa. They had been there for the better part of maybe fifteen minutes and the washer was halfway done with the load Medusa had put in there. Blair had been quiet and watching Medusa through the corner of her eyes to see if the blonde witch would make any kind of movement that would show some kind of intent to use magic but the entire time all Medusa was doing was looking through one of the magazines on the table, looking through the pages until a neat picture caught her eye and she would take that as a sign to read whatever article they had for it. She would always hum some tune while she did anything, much to Blair's discomfort.

Medusa wondered why Blair was so quiet during the whole ordeal. She kept waiting until Blair would say something in hopes that maybe they could talk about anything, but the magical cat just sat there and would sometimes shift in her seat almost uncomfortably. Medusa couldn't blame her for that. The plastic chairs were a little uncomfortable and after a while it made her butt feel sore.

Medusa frowned. She remembered yesterday that she had promised to let Crona do anal with her again, and she had yet to fulfill this promise. Perhaps later that night would be the best, after Medusa had a shower again. She used a wash rag to get the immediate dirt off of her face and a quick one over of her body, but a long shower would be ideal before they did that.

Blair looked at Medusa's hands as she flipped through the pages of her magazine, and she could see the tattoo on the back of her hand going up her wrist. Those must've been the tattoos Crona had informed Blair about earlier. They had an unusual triangular and ball like shapes that she no doubt would have looked like a coiling snake had Medusa worn something that didn't have long sleeves.

"This is neat!" Suddenly exclaimed. Blair jumped again. She settled in her seat trying to get her heart rate back down. She hated being so on edge. "It says here that honey has a natural detoxing and bacteria that can help heal the body."

"Th-that's pretty neat." Blair agreed timidly. "Y-yup."

Medusa nodded and went back to reading. The silence remained between them for another fifteen minutes when the washer had made a loud buzzing noise to indicate that the washer was done. Medusa put the magazine down and went to change the washed clothes over to the dryer. Blair looked over at the clock. Crona had been in that store for over half-an-hour, and Blair was very uncomfortable being alone.

Where the hell was he!?

...

Crona stood in front of the selection of packaged snack cakes inside of boxes. Crona kept bending his knees up and down in a hurried manner as he waited for Ragnarok to try and make the decision of what he wanted. Ever since they were allowed free access to the outside world with the current Medusa Ragnarok had taken a liking to sweet foods and had become very picky about what he exactly wanted after trying all of the different kinds from the same brand.

The oatmeal cream pies or the fudge rounds...? Ragnarok pondered. It's morning so oatmeal seems like the right after breakfast kind of snack, but fudge rounds are nice and chocolatey, though a little on the dry side.

"Ragnarok!" Crona whispered through his lips, only to be heard by Ragnarok. "W-we really n-need to hurry this u-up!"

Hey, this is a really tough choice for me right now! A little silence while I decide would be nice, you asshole! And with that, Ragnarok hummed in though. Actually, what about the Swiss rolls...?

Crona would have screamed internally if he were able to do it without Ragnarok hearing it.

...

Eruka had almost cleaned up the entire lab. It had gone from a simple try-and-fine job, but much to Mizune's annoyance Eruka had quickly picked up on her habits to get the job done and had turned from digging any dirt on Medusa to cleaning it up. The mess scattered in the center of the room and been cleared up, excluding the split open cauldron. Whatever pieces of the castle floor that was blown apart was now inside of a trash can they had gotten from the kitchen, all of the books that were in pieces were placed on a work table in individual piles that were what Eruka thought to be individual books themselves, and Mizune had went from sweeping the piles of dirt into a dustpan and into the trash can had turned into mopping.

Mopping.

Mizune had tightened the grip on the broom in frustration.

"When the hell did I become a maid?" Mizune asked Eruka. "I'm a witch for the god's sake, not a caretaker!"

"Trying to put things back in the order they were, the way Medusa had it, will help us figure out where she possibly had anything hidden." Eruka told Mizune as she placed more pages of a book in what looked like the proper place.

"Like a secret bookshelf or something? That's just tacky."

"With how big this castle is, and with how many booby traps there are outside, there has to be something she's trying to hide."

"Maybe she had security because what witch wouldn't? I wouldn't want some random human to come across my hideout and find the shit I have."

"And steal all your cup ramen?" Eruka shot back. "Hieracy!"

"Oh, ha-ha! I keep my food back at the apartment. I wouldn't them to touch my own research books, my cute Micky Mouse lamp, or my Playgirl." Eruka turned her head to Mizune and looked at her with a blank expression. Mizune caught her look and rolled her eyes. "Oh, please, men aren't the only people who have needs. And if you really want to be full-on witch that bad, you better tune up on your seducing skills."

Eruka blushed and turned back to her work at a faster pace. "Hey! I may not have bazongas as big as yours, but I know how to work a guy!"

"So far the last guy you talked to was Crona, and having made him run off with his manhood dragging behind him like a sad poodle says a lot about your seducing game, and your people skills."

Mizune held her hand up behind her head, and a large piece of book landed right in her palm, catching it before it hit her head. "Alright, I'll lay off!" Mizune relented.

"Why don't you go down and get another cauldron!" Eruka yelled. "We can replace this rusty piece of crap."

"Where the hell am I supposed to find a cauldron here?" Mizune rose her hands to indicate the whole castle.

"I saw a few in the kitchen. Go grab one."

"Why didn't you grab one while you got the trash can?" Mizune complained, but still turned to the door to walk out, setting the mop in a corner. Her broom fallowed behind her as she went.

Eruka huffed and placed the last chunk of book in her head down on the table before storming over to the cauldron. She tentatively grabbed the jagged edges to keep from cutting herself.

"Stupid Mizune!" Eruka muttered to herself. "It's not my fault I wasn't I born with all of the womanly charms like most of the other witches! I have to work with what I freakin' got, and if I can't turn every man's head, screw it! At least I know when to mind my own business!" She dragged the cauldron to the side, a bit of dust making a trail from it. "So what if I have a plan to kill Medusa with the sixth Mizune? There are plenty of witches who kill for less then why we want to kill her! All we're doing is looking out, but guess what? One of the most seductive witches in all of the witch's world, a freakin' mouse totem pole of a person, judges me for-!"

Eruka stopped talking when she saw a tile that was shifted out of place from the ground around it, a darkness inside almost seemingly looking back at her. She scooted the cauldron more to the side until she could clearly see the tile itself which she scooted out of the way with her foot, revealing a metal box within.

Eruka quickly dropped to her knees and with shaky hands pulled the box out of the hole. It was a metal box that was partially banged up from the explosion, whatever lock that was on it long since destroyed, though the box itself was almost neatly intact. A scrap of it was in the bottom of the hole and the position of the sunlight made it glare. Eruka tried to open the little pad on the front but her shakey fingers slipped off of it three times. On the fourth time she took a deep inhale before trying again and forced her hands to calm before she undid the broken latch. With a satisfying click she lifted the lid backwards on its hinges.

Sitting there in the box was a leather bound book, a decent sized hand written one. Eruka reached out and grabbed the book, bringing it once again into open air. On the cover read Black Blood Project in perfect black letters. Though curiously under those letters was written something else in red ink and with poor hand writing: Meany Medusa's Stupid Book.

Eruka gulped and she could feel sweat form from the brim of her hat. This may be just the thing she was looking for.

"Why the hell did they make these things so big!?" Mizune complained from down the hall.

Eruka froze. Mizune had been so hell bent on trying to make Medusa seem like she wasn't any kind of bad guy here and she couldn't risk Mizune knowing that she had found something. Hell, there's a chance she could tell Crona for all Eruka knew. She had to keep this to herself for the time being. She couldn't risk it.

Eruka quickly stuffed the book inside of her large hat and then grabbed a couple of the large slabs of rock and concrete and stuffed them inside the hole and followed it with little piles of more rock and concrete by the handful. Mizune couldn't have been more than fifty feet away from the door. Eruka acted quickly and hovered her hand over the filled hold and muttered her incantation. She said the last word again in a loud whisper and under her hand the concrete hand melted to fill up the hole with the box inside. It was maybe a 1/4 an inch left to fill, but it wouldn't have been noticeable, Eruka thought. The concrete hardened itself back into shape and Eruka jolted back up and pretended to go back to organizing the books just as Mizune had appeared back in the doorway.

"Y'know, these things aren't heavy," Mizune said as she walked in. Without checking anything she set the new cauldron where the old one was. "But they are really bulky and awkward to carry. Next time, though, you're doing it."

"Yeah, yeah." Eruka said as savvy as she could. The excitement that she may have her answers under her hat was making her breathing hard to control, but she was able to manage. "Thanks for getting it. After we're done cleaning up here, we'll go back. Call it a day."

"Cool." Mizune said pleasantly. She saw that Eruka was looking a bit disheveled and that there was a bit of sweat running down her head. Her brow furrowed in concern. "Are you okay?"

Mizune thought she saw Eruka's hands go still for a fraction of a second. It was momentary, but Eruka's expression stayed the same. "What do you mean?"

"You're sweating a bit. And you look flushed." Mizune pointed out. She walked over to stand next to Eruka.

"I've been feeling kind of under the weather lately." Eruka lied. "That's the only reason why I'm willing to go back after a bit. If you want to come with me again and help me do more 'Chores' while we're at it, you can be my guest."

Eruka hoped that elongating her bit with a small jab would convince Mizune, but she only stared at her for a bit longer, eying the blue haired witch up and down.

Eventually Mizune had let out a sigh. "Yeah, I probably will. It's not like I had much to do anyway. But you're going to get some soup when we get back. I don't want to catch whatever you have going on, so we'll nip it at the bud."

Eruka let out a mental sigh of relief. Mizune went grab the mop and began to clean up around where the new cauldron is now, mopping around where the hold used to be. Eruka went back to grabbing book pieces and trying to put them together like a puzzle, but the act seemed a bit pointless. She had found what she needed.

And possibly whatever Medusa has planned might involve Crona. Looks she doesn't have a choice but to see if she can get some information out of him.

...

Blair felt so unsafe that it caused the fur on her tail and the tip of her ears to constantly stay on end. For the thirty minutes the clothes were in the dryer Medusa had been constantly using her weird arrows at random, and the infrequency was putting Blair on edge. At one-point Medusa had sneezed yet again and it had caused a Vector Arrow to shoot out and hit one of the tables for folding. There was another time when Vector Arrows leaked from Medusa's fingers onto the magazine she was reading and were spreading all over the cover in weird patterns. It got to the point where as Medusa was reading the magazine began to push from her hands and extend away from her, much to Blair and Medusa's surprise. And then Medusa decided to go to the snack machine again, and with some control over her arrows, she was able to have the arrows go through the machine dispense slot and grab another back of chips with a few cuts on its surface, but in her attempt at this one arrow shot toward Medusa and narrowly missed her head, though she seemed unfazed from the arrow causing her harm. Blair wondered if she can even hurt herself with those.

Blair's part in all of this seemed to play so little, but she had never felt so much like the center of attention to Medusa. The dryer beeped in signal that it was done drying the clothes. Medusa stood up.

"Would you help me fold the laundry?" Medusa asked Blair. Blair nodded with timid reluctance and joined Medusa. Medusa opened the dryer, grabbed the clothes, and plopped them all on the folding table, unaware of the small hole from her Vector Arrow from earlier.

Blair wasn't exactly sure how doing laundry went. Most of her clothes that she had hidden for her magic power to poof up were either constantly new and the old ones were dropped off somewhere where someone else could take them for themselves, but the ones she had kept as a keep sake were usually hand washed by using her magic at her pumpkin house in Death City, or there at Grandma Ellie's she would sometimes sneak her clothes into the wash with Grandma Ellie non-the-wiser. She had a good idea of how to hand wash them, but the machines were almost a mystery to her. She never bothered to learn how to use them, and she would hang all of her clothes. She saw Medusa and how she folded each individual clothing and Blair did her best to copy Medusa's movement in that regard.

They kept folding in silence, Medusa still humming whatever tune she usually was singing.

Blair frowned. Medusa would constantly hum something throughout the days of when Blair was spying on them, and she had that day as well. Blair opened her mouth to ask, but then closed it after a thought. So far Medusa had been trying constant scare tactics on Blair for reasons Blair was sure there was more than one of, but for there were times when Medusa would keep trying to goad Blair to say something for any kind of conversation, which Blair had constantly declined. Blair wasn't sure what Medusa had planned, but Blair was very curious.

"Medusa." Blair said. Medusa stopped humming and looked at Blair with that smile on her face. Medusa hummed in acknowledgement. "That song you keep humming. What are they?"

Medusa's eyes lit up a bit. "Oh, just some songs that I keep thinking about that we heard on the radio. There was one we had for a few days after the accident and we used it a lot until it fell and broke. Crona didn't care too much for the music, but I sure liked it." Medusa stopped folding and began to count using her fingers. "Take on me, Careless Whisper, We Didn't Start the Fire, and I am the Walrus." Medusa giggled to herself as she went back to folding. "That last one really confused Crona, but I thought it was silly and fun, so I like it, and it's hard for me to remember the second one so I just hum the rhythm, but there's this one that's been really stuck in my head lately."

And with that, Medusa went back to her humming, but with a bit more enthusiasm than before. Medusa kept it like that for a moment so Blair assumed that was the end of that conversation and went back to folding herself.

But then Medusa had actually begun to sing.

"Welcome to your life!" She sang aloud. Her voice came out smooth and in tune with the song. "There's no turning back!

"Even while we sleep

"We will find you

"Acting-on-your-best-behavior

"Turn-your-back-on-mother-nature

"Everybody wants to rule the world!"

The lyrics Blair had found somewhat unnerving themselves, but the soft way Medusa sang it was rather soothing. Blair had a few iffy things to say about Medusa, but she had to admit that Medusa could really sing. The way Medusa's face became so serene and relaxed as she sang her words, her body swaying with her own rhythm. To say her movement with it could be like that of a snake with its own slithering grace could come off as sounding sinister, but for someone to actually see if for themselves, such as Blair, one could say it was actually beautiful.

Blair realized then that she was staring at Medusa moving and she quickly went back to what she was doing with a blush on her face and shaking her head. She scolded herself for gawking at the snake witch. Blair had to remember that Medusa would be ready to turn at her at any moment, like a snake preparing and hunting its prey before attacking. She had to stay alert and ready for it, and she had to tone out Medusa's serene voice to do it.

That was when Blair had felt something slither on her arm. she gazed down and what she saw horrified her. The tattoo on Medusa's hand and up her sleeve was gone and instead there, stretching Medusa's sweater to the point of bursting, was an anaconda that was twice as this as Blair's arms.

Her power revolves around snakes. Crona had told her. They're her symbol of power. She can turn the tattoos on her arms into two large anacondas.

The anaconda had brushed its large head against her arm again and its tongue slithered out of its mouth to smell the air. Blair let go of clothes in her hand and her hands trembled. Fear went all through her like someone poured a bucket of water over her. The anaconda turned its attention to Blair's arm again, and after another tongue flick, its jaws opened wide in preparation to strike.

Blair couldn't take it anymore. She shrieked and turned into a cloud of smoke back into a cat, chancing making a mad dash to get out of there. The shriek had startled Medusa out of singing and she turned to look at Blair in surprise and worry to see what was wrong only for the cloud to be inhaled and Medusa began to cough. Through the purple smoke she saw a figure dash through the smoke and looked down to see what it was only to see for herself what was wrong. She lifted her arms up and saw the very large anacondas slithering in her sweater holes, one of them just smelling the air and the one next to Blair hissing in agitation.

Medusa paled. "W-what in the world...?"

"BLAIR!" Medusa heard Crona yell from outside.

...

Crona rushed to the laundry mat with a total of four grocery bags, two in each hand. The line in the grocery store had gotten longer than Crona had anticipated, Ragnarok taking his time with his choice on some snack had taken a whole 300 seconds, a full 5 minutes, and the elderly lady in front of him at the line when it came her turn had decided to pay in her loose change from around the house (All thirty dollars' worth), and when Crona had offered to just pay for her purchase along with his to speed things up (It would have hurt their budget a little, but Crona thought that Blair must've been losing her mind with fear at that point), and had rejected the offer humbly saying An old woman like myself can pay for her own things, son. Though Crona still got inner jabbed for carelessly trying to spend their money on some old hag, as Ragnarok put it.

As soon as the cashier had given Crona his change he grabbed the bags and rushed out of there ASAP, almost running through the automatic doors before they opened.

Crona had ran toward the laundry mat, and when he was fifty feet away from the door, he yelled for Blair hoping to be heard from that distance, explain to her as fast as he could the misunderstanding.

"BLAIR!" He had yelled as he closed the distance. "W-W-WE NEED T-TO T-TALK-!"

When Crona had gotten to the door it had swung open right into his face. The world had turned white as the world became a weirdly numb surprise, but then followed the pain of having his nose, forehead, and teeth smacked into by the metal framing of a door. He fell backwards, his head colliding with the concrete, but this didn't hurt as much since Ragnarok was able to harden that blood around there in time.

"NYAAA!" He heard a small body scream as it faded in the distance.

"Crona!" Medusa shouted from inside the building, hurried footsteps fast approaching. He felt someone kneel beside them. He heard Medusa whispering fiercely, begging for something to go back inside of her, whatever that meant, but after a moment he felt familiar warm hands lift him up. He felt a soft hand finger away some blood that was now dribbling from his nose. "Are you okay, Crona?!"

Crona could only groan weakly in response. He was used to taking blows that were dampened by Ragnarok hardening around his blood, sometimes when Ragnarok couldn't he had still taken body blows, but he always avoided getting hit in the face.

Because it really, really hurt.

Okay, Ragnarok said. I know I should have hardened before you had a metal facial, but my reflexes ain't that good anymore because we haven't fought anything in a while. My bad there.

BUT, Ragnarok said this with oozing passion. I could really use one of those Oatmeal things NOW.

...

"M-Mizune!" Eruka squeaked. "Don't you feel this just to be a little inappropriate?"

They stood there in the conjoining room between Medusa's bedroom and her private bath. It had been quite a few hours since they're cleaning session, going from around eight in the morning to four-thirty in the afternoon. Eruka, despite having her find, still had to keep up the charade that they were still searching so after literally checking every inch of the destroyed lab (Which was now fixed, thanks to Eruka, excluding the still destroyed books), and then after that checked every inch of Crona's room just in case (A very plain room that Mizune insisted didn't require searching which Eruka silently agreed to but searched anyway), which then led to Medusa's bedroom, though this one Eruka decided to actually check out just in case. Though with Mizune's search on her behalf she found, in her words, a kick-ass bath. After Eruka had declared she was done and that they could go home Mizune practically dragged the frog witch into the conjoining room.

Though Mizune had taken off all of her clothes the instant she let go of Eruka while in there, standing there as naked as the day she was born with a blushing Eruka. She turned to Eruka and placed a hand on her bare hip, her butt thrusting to the side and her breasts jiggling with the movement as she eyed Eruka with a raised brow. Her fingers almost aligned with her mouse whiskers tattoos on her stomach. "Hmm?"

"How can you just get naked in someone else's home?" Eruka asked bewildered. "Do you actually plan on using the bath here?"

"You bet your nice ass I will!" Mizune turned to face Eruka directly. She crossed her arms, her breasts poking over her forearms. "After the freaking maid service we provided here and the search we did through all that dust? I think a shower or bath in their is more than deserved."

Eruka gulped. Yes, they were pretty dirty after the search, and Eruka's clothes were covered in gray splotches, and Mizune's bare stomach and the bottom of her breasts were now a shade darker than the rest of her, but still...

"Well, fine!" Eruka resigned. She turned to leave only to have her wrist grabbed unexpectedly, making her Gecko! in surprise.

"Oh, don't be a baby!" Mizune chided. "We're both adults, we've known each other for years, and I want to be out of here as soon as we're clean." She grabbed the tip of Eruka's hat and plucket it right off of her head, placing it right next to Mizune's own discarded clothes. "Strip."

"H-hey!" Eruka struggled in Mizune's grasp. "Mizune, seriously, let me go!"

"Eruka..." Mizune lunged forward and wrapped her arms around Eruka, crossing her arms around Eruka's chest from the back and, much to Eruka's shock, Mizune had grabbed both of Eruka's breasts on opposite sides and taking playful squeezes. "Either you strip down voluntarily, or I'll take your clothes off in such a way that would leave men drooling and make you feel awkward for days." Mizune brought her mouth sensually next to Eruka's ear while slowly reaching down for the hem of Eruka's dress and whispered with hot breath: "Bet?"

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT!" Eruka yelled quickly, jerking forward out of Mizune's weakened grip. "I'LL GET THE HELL IN THERE, JUST... STOP DOING THAT!"

"That-a girl!" Mizune cheered and gave Eruka a strong pat on the back. "I'll get the head start. If I don't see you in five minutes, remember my promise."

Eruka heard Mizune's feet patter across the linoleum floor with a door opening and more pattering following. Eruka sighed to herself uncomfortably. There were plenty of witch bath houses and she has had to use them from time-to-time, but she always made sure that she would be the only one there when she got in them. Most of the time she would just go out of her way to go all the way back to wherever she was living and just bathe there. She couldn't recall the last time she had to bathe with someone as an adult, though as a kid it didn't matter to her then. She remembered bathing with the Mizune's all the time then, but now...

She heard the water turn on. Eruka begrudgingly began to strip herself slowly, neatly folding her clothing one by one as she did next to Mizune's recklessly tossed bundle of clothing. Eruka finally placed her bra on top of the pile, next followed with her thin, white panties like icing on a cake. Eruka blushed as her naked body was exposed to open air. She eyed her breasts and a small frown and whine escaped her lips. She shyly blocked her breasts with her arm and used her other hand to cover her... Dignity.

"The water's nice and hot!" Mizune called from the shower/bath room.

Eruka took a step forward and saw next to the sink on the conjoined room was a towel. She quickly grabbed it and was disappointed that it was rather small, but it did enough to cover her breasts and vagina. Though she did use the other hand to cover her butt.

She walked in the room and saw Mizune under one of the shower heads her ass planted on one of the stools and taking the water in her body. "This is the good shit..." Eruka planted herself next to Eruka and turned the nozzle warm/hot. Mizune looked over and made a sound at the towel. "Really? Lame."

"Shut up." Eruka replied while trying to one handedly shampoo her long blue hair. "I'm in here, aren't I?"

After that they just spent the next few minutes washing themselves off, Mizune rubbing the soap and water over herself with gusto and joy while Eruka methodically cleaned herself.

"Want me to wash your back?" Mizune offered Eruka.

"I'm fine, thank you."

"Oh, come on, we did it for each other all the time when we were kids, it's not that different now."

"You'll just do something weird if I keep saying no. Go ahead."

"Now you're getting it." Mizune joked as she got up to get behind Eruka, getting on her knees with her shower nozzle in hand. She poured some soap on her wash cloth and after lathering it in her hands she began to wash Eruka's back. Eruka shivered a little at first of having someone else doing this for her, but she got used to it quickly. With hot water coming from the nozzle down on her and from behind her while getting a thorough cleaning of her back, she had to admit that it was actually quite nice. She told Mizune so.

"See? And you wanted out on this. And I haven't even done anything weird in the last five minutes."

"Just be sure to not get any more handsy than you need to be."

"I make absolutely no promises." Mizune quickly flicked Eruka on her bare buttocks. Eruka jumped and growled, causing Mizune to giggle.

A moment later, Mizune clicked her tongue. "It doesn't feel too different from when we were kids, does it? Just being nice and helping each other with hard to reach places." Eruka hummed in a vague agreement. Mizune continued. "I remember back when we were kids you had a super big crush on this human guy that wrote one of your favorite books. You carried that thing everywhere with you and you kept a pencil drawn profile of him on you all the time."

Mizune was worried that the conversation would become one sided, but Eruka snorted. "I thought just because he knew how to tell a story that it made him some kind of hunk."

"Didn't Ravena almost have her hands on that thing?"

"Yeah. I accidently left it by the pond after we left, and when I found out I rushed back out there to get it. It was behind a rock not even three feet from her and she hadn't noticed it because she was skipping rocks with her magic as practice."

Mizune laughed to herself. "You forced me to try and captivate her in some kind of conversation while you sneaked to grab the damn thing right behind her."

"When I lost my footing in the mud and skidded, I thought I was done for." Eruka began to giggle. "And then you... you..."

"'Ravena, I love you!'." Mizune smiled. "She looked so awkward, and she bolted in the other direction. She didn't even know how to react to that!"

They both had a good laugh over it.

"Gods, did anyone else know you had that drawing?" Mizune inquired.

"You were the only one I was comfortable with knowing about it. We basically told each other everything."

"Yeah." Mizune hands stopped moving and her tone dropped a notch. "Used to."

The silence had returned between them. Mizune sighed.

"Look, I won't hold it against you. We're different now. All grown up, I guess. We're bound to eventually start hiding stuff, but I guess..." Mizune shrugged with a sad smile. Eruka still didn't look at her. "I guess I just miss the way things used to be. Staying up all night talking or studying magic, taking on missions together, or even just doing stupid shit like you helping me pull off my pranks. I just hope that you remember that, no matter what, I'm always here for you."

Eruka had remained silent for a moment before she relented and gave a resigned and tired sigh. "Do you remember how we first met, Mizune?"

Mizune nodded out of reflex, but since Eruka's back was toward her she instead voiced her confirmation. "Yeah, of course. You were hiding away from the human's world in some cabin. Back when I was all six of us all the time. We found you there."

Eruka nodded. "I could have died or been caught if I stayed there. When you found me, you took me back to the witch's world. They gave me a home. I was..." Eruka paused and thought it over then nodded to herself. "Accepted is the only word I can think of. Yeah, accepted. I owe them for it: The elder's, the others, and especially you." She turned to look Mizune in the face. Her expression was blank and she kept silent, but her eyes told Eruka to go on. Eruka took a breath and so she did. "So... Well, everyone can agree that there is something up with Medusa. Infiltrating the DWMA, the one place that hunts witch's as a training exercise, making a Demon Weapon of her own, the same weapons made by one of the most notorious witch's in all of history whom she's was sister's with, and then showing off that weapon and dragging him along wherever she goes... A weapon that will need a witch's soul after he's had enough human souls... It's all too weird."

"It was my sister's idea, wasn't it?" Mizune asked quietly. "With all due respect, Eruka... You wouldn't make a plan like this. Not on your own."

Eruka turned to look at Mizune, eyes pleading for understanding. "But isn't she right to? It all makes sense! If someone doesn't do something about it, who knows what Medusa will do!"

"Do you honestly think she would do anything like that as she is-?"

"You and I both know that could change at any time!" Eruka nearly wailed. "Mizune, I need to do this, with your sister. All I've done ever is recon missions, infiltration, information gathering, everything from afar. I'm tired of... " Eruka's voice broke at the last sentence. She stopped and looked down, the water running over her blue hair turning it into a mopped mess of strands to cover her face. "I'm tired of being afraid of doing things indirectly."

Mizune mouth was slightly agape at Eruka's response. Her brow furrowed and she closed her mouth. "Eruka." She murmured. "Look at me."

Eruka didn't move. A statue under hot water she was.

"Eruka." Mizune murmured again, a little firmer. "Hun, look at me."

After a pregnant pause she slowly brought her head back up to look at Mizune, waving her fingers through her hair to clear it away from her face. Eruka did everything she could to keep her expression from being anything but a lack of emotion, but the small twinges in her mouth and eyes showed Mizune that Eruka was trying to keep from crying in front of her, but at least in Eruka's benefit with the shower water Mizune couldn't tell if any tears leaked out or if that was just the water from the shower head. Eruka's hands shook to the point that the towel in her grip had weakened and the towel had slipped to the ground, but Eruka didn't seem to notice. Mizune pretended she didn't.

"You're talking a big game here." Mizune said softly. "But if you were planning such a thing, then why did you help Crona and Medusa in the first place?"

"I don't know!" Eruka nearly yelled, clearly at a loss of her own. "I just... I..."

"I'll tell you why." Mizune reached her hand out and cupped Eruka's cheek in her palm. Eruka felt calmed by the warm and gentle touch. "It's because that is who you are. Yes, we've hurt people before, that comes with the territory when you're a witch, but everything you've done for the witch's world, going out and pretending to be a human, getting a job among them, establishing your human identity... You did all that not just because you're good at it, but because helping is what you do best. It's in your nature. And as much as you hate to admit, Eruka, you're a nice person at heart. It's hard to find your leeway with being nice, but you will."

"Your sister..." Eruka gently removed Mizune's hand from her face. "Just before we left to the human world last night, your sister met up with me and demanded to know what was going on, why we had Medusa with us in the first place. She didn't want to ask you because she was sure you'd lie your way out of answering, but she saw right through me, and she was furious. She told me that I have to ditch whatever kindness I have left if I want to survive the witch's world, and that it was idiotic of me to stick my neck out for Medusa of all people in the first place." She swallowed hard, her hands clenching into fists. "She said that good witches don't exist."

Mizune's expression turned serious, determination in her eyes. "Dummy. Of course there are good witch's." Eruka looked doubtful at Mizune, but Mizune's kept on:

"Haven't you watched the Wizard of Oz?"

Eruka's eyes widened, caught off guard at Mizune's words. Then Eruka had bellowed one of the loudest laugh's Mizune had come from Eruka in ages. It was so unexpected of Mizune that Eruka couldn't help but fall into a sincere laugh. It was so nice for Mizune to see Eruka actually enjoying anything that Mizune had followed suit and went into a laugh of their own. Mizune had to hold onto Eruka's bare shoulder just to keep herself from falling to the ground while Eruka was holding her sides and leaned over. Their laughter had turned into a giddy like sound and then had finally died down to giggling.

It was a good sound to both of them.

"Oh my gods!" Eruka said with a wheeze. "That joke was just... Just so bad!"

"You laughed your ass off more than I did." Mizune was able to compose herself for the most part, but a tiny giggle escaped here and there. Mizune would have liked to press more onto what her sister had told her, and maybe details of their plan of the whole Medusa thing, but had she kept pressing while Eruka was already looking so down she was sure that Eruka would have shut Mizune out altogether. She didn't expect the little joke to go so well with Eruka, but it at least had lightened up Eruka quite a bit. Mizune thought that Eruka could use a real laugh. For right now, she heard the root of the problem, and she sure as shit going to talk to her sister about what she was doing to her their friends head, but for right now it was nice to have her Eruka back after the weeks of glum.

"I like your smile more than your frown." Mizune said. "If you keep those lips downturned for so long, those black spots might just get bigger."

"Bite me." Eruka shot back, but not unkindly. "They add to my charm."

"Like my whiskers." Mizune brushed her knuckles against her stomach tattoos. Mizune though a question over for a second. Maybe with a lighter hearted Eruka, now would be the perfect time to ask. "Hey, I have a legitimate question."

Eruka looked eyed Mizune cautiously. "What's that?"

"What's your deal with Crona? I mean, yeah, if he was still all the way out here I'd understand not wanting to make the long trip, but he's literally right next door. You did that favor for him, I figured you'd want to at least check in and see if he's still breathing."

Eruka shrugged. "I mean, I am still a little miffed about spending two weeks' worth of my sanity to try and find that damn book and learn that it was all done for nothing, but I got a favor out of it. That was the deal in the first place. So I'm not really mad."

"Then what is it?"

Eruka shrugged again. "With how Medusa is, for now, the kid seems like he's content. There's really no point for me to go in the first place. You can bet I'm going to make full use of that when the time comes, though."

"Awww!" Mizune laced her fingers together and leaned her head into them. "You're happy for him!"

Eruka blushed and turned away from Mizune, washing her hair fiercely. "Don't twist my words like that! I could care less for him and his happy-go-lucky ditz of a mother. If they're happy the way they're are, it's no concern of mine! AT ALL!"

Mizune put her hands to her mouth in surprise and amusement at the realization of Eruka's phrasing. "Oh. My. Gods! You're jealous of Medusa, aren't you!"

Eruka froze for a fraction of a second before turning to face Mizune directly, her face a deep crimson red and expression of borderline fury. "LIKE HELL I AM!"

"That's so precious!" Mizune tittered in delight."

"Mizune...!" Eruka growled through gritted teeth.

Mizune let out another small giggle before she surprised Eruka by leaning forward and wrapping her arms around Eruka in an embrace. Mizune rested her chin on Eruka's shoulder. Eruka stopped growling. "I love you, you know." Mizune said in Eruka's ear.

The anger drained out of the frog witch and she sighed through her nose and meeting Mizune with the hug and wrapping her arms around Mizune. "Yeah, yeah, I love you too. Despite how difficult you make it."

"Where's the fun if there's no challenge?" Mizune asked, making Eruka groan. Mizune smiled. "By the by, your tits are coming in nicely."

Eruka was very confused by Mizune's statement, but her eyes went wide with realization.

They were hugging each other naked, Eruka's towel discarded at her feet. She felt Mizune's breasts press against hers, squishing them together with their nipples in exact alignment, down to the tip. Mizune shifted a little in her position and one of her boobs had slipped, their nipples scrapping against each other as Mizune's breast slid downward against Eruka's. The friction sent shivers down Eruka's body. Weird tingled went to her womanhood.

"Mizune!" Eruka yelled in shock, trying to weasel out of Mizune's grip. "Let me go!"

"Nope. Too late." Mizune said matter-of-factly, still having Eruka tight in her grip. "This is happening."

"Mizune, seriously!" Eruka gripped on Mizune's shoulders to try and push her away, but to no avail. "LET. ME. GO!"

"Accept my affection, Eruka!" Mizune said as dramatically as she could, gripping Eruka tighter. "Embrace it!"

"Mizu-!" Eruka shook her entire body and had slipped the stool from under her. She tried to catch herself and keep her footing, but with Mizune's weight and the wet floor, it was a losing fight. She descended downward to the ground with Mizune in tow.

"TIM-BERRR!" Mizune yelled as they landed to the floor.

...

Medusa waited in their bedroom back in their apartment, naked with her hands folded on her lap and her back to the wall with a pillow placed on the small of her back for support while the sun settled in the distance, letting in an orange a purple twilight in the room. After Blair had run off and Crona had been slammed into the laundry room door Medusa had helped Crona back to the house while they somehow managed to get the laundry and the groceries with them (Mostly thanks to Medusa's inhuman strength). Crona had been sporting a bad headache since and had tried to help Medusa despite that, but Medusa had insisted she could carry it on her own (While trying to keep her leaking power in check).

After they got home Crona's headache turned into a migraine so Medusa had placed the laundry and the groceries on the kitchen floor to be dealt with later. Medusa had helped Crona undress in his state to make him comfortable with Medusa doing the same and she gave him some aspirin, placed a rag over his eyes to keep out the light as he laid in bed with her, Medusa next to him the entire time with her arm across his chest, Crona's head between her breasts.

Medusa wanted to offer any sexual activities to help try and relieve Crona's pain, but after consideration with the fact that Crona couldn't even let light into his eyes without feeling nausea, she put that on the back-burner until Crona felt up to it.

After an hour of just fingering Crona's hair while he relaxed Medusa finally heard Crona's breathing pattern become his sleeping one with deep inhales and exhales. Medusa sighed in relief and cupped his face with one hand while stroking his cheek with her thumb when she noticed a small water drop appear from under the rag and onto Crona's cheek.

A lone tear.

Medusa's heart ached at the sight. She kissed the tear away on his face with a quick and gentle peck of his lips, being sure not to awake him as she did this.

After some time when the sun was setting Crona had stirred awake from his sleep. Medusa noticed that his eyes were slightly squinted and his expression was a little more downcast then his usual default expression. Medusa kissed his cheek and placed his arm between her breasts as she asked him if wanted to do it. Crona had declined and said he was going to take a shower and have the hot water try and ease the rest of the pain away. Medusa nodded and said nothing and simply waited for him. She wanted to join him, but with how he is now she thought me probably just wanted to be alone with his thoughts.

Medusa bumped the back of her head against the wall and sighed deeply through her nose. Crona was obviously upset about Blair, and Medusa was sure she was at fault for her running off the way she did. Blair was either back upstairs or far away wherever she had her home in Death City. Medusa rose her arms and looked deeply at her tattoos on her arms. Mizune had told Medusa that witch's get powers related to the symbol of their animal, but she had no idea that her tattoos could do... That.

Right after Mizune was back from wherever she went to (She left a note for Medusa and Crona saying that she had business to take care of with Eruka and should be back later that day) Medusa would be over immediately to see if there's anything she could possibly do. Until then Medusa was able to keep her powers in check and had been without incident since the laundry mat. Medusa wanted to go upstairs just to see if Blair was there at all, navigate through Ms. Ellie and try to find the cat with the big hat (Not the one from the books had read to Medusa), and just talk to the cat woman. Tell her-

Medusa was snapped out of her thoughts by a light tapping at their window. She turned her head with a frown toward the source and saw nothing but the sun going down with an exhausted laugh and tired face, the grinning moon sure to take over in about an hour or two. Medusa was about to leave as just the wind shaking the plane glass, but the tap came again. For a moment Medusa was a small round shape appear to do the tapping and Medusa was sure without a doubt that what she saw was a cat's paw.

She quietly got out of bed and walked lightly to the window and undid the latch, letting the glass panel open itself. A cat's head popped inside and looked ahead, to the left, but the cat looked right and froze.

Medusa frowned. Purple fur, yellow eyes, a giant hat...

"Blair?" Medusa asked the little creature with her arms crossed under her exposed bosom.

The cat gulped and nodded. Blair quickly jumped inside of the room, landing on her feet with grace, with a curious object wrapped with a white cloth tied around her back. As soon as she connected with the floor she transformed into her human form with the purple smoke cloud coming and going as it always did when Blair transformed.

Standing now before the naked Medusa was Blair in her witch-like outfit. An expression on her face of fear, discomfort, yet determination was able to somehow appear behind these emotions and feelings. It looked as if Blair was about to stand up for something.

This confused Medusa. She shook it off. Medusa took a deep inhale, causing Blair to flinch, but Blair was there now. Medusa won't have a better chance to tell Blair what she thought. "Blair. Look, I..."

Blair dropped to the floor at neck-break speed. She bowed before Medusa, hands placed firmly on the ground finger tips together, forehead slammed against her hands, tiptoes and knees on the floor with her butt raised high in the high, her skirt open showing anyone that would have been behind and seeing her purple thong. The wrapped package she had slid gracefully to the side next to her. "I'M SO SORRY I WRONGED YOU!" Blair yelled.

Medusa was befuddled. Her mouth gaped slightly. "Wait, what?"

"I know Crona was yours!" Blair yelled in a pleading tone. "I-I know that you guys were together, but Crona was seemed like a really interesting human, so I m-messed around with him! It was wrong, but I didn't want Crona to get hurt! Please let me apologize to him!"

Medusa blinked. This was not how she expected this to go. "Um... He's in the shower... Right now... Hot water for... Migraine..." Medusa scratched the back of her head. "Blair, I think you're-"

"I just want to apologize and I promise I'll leave forever!" Blair nearly wailed from her spot on the floor. "The arrows and snakes were messages enough, and you have my word!"

Medusa had gotten even more confused, but then the realization dawned on her. Her powers had been out of whack since that morning. Medusa gulped. "M-messages, huh...?"

"The messages! At breakfast..."

"The pepper... The hole in the kitchen table..." Medusa muttered to herself, as she began to sweat.

"The snack machine..."

"The coins scaring me..." Medusa began to droop.

"The folding-laundry table..."

"Sneezed... Again..." Medusa lowered herself even more.

"A-and then the really big snakes!"

"I only wanted to sing to..." Medusa couldn't even finish her sentence as she dropped to her knees. She swallowed hard and the nervous sweat ran down from her head to her shoulders. "Oh, dear... No..."

"S-so!" Blair rose from her position to her knees and grabbed the package from next to her and held it out in front of Medusa, almost like a shield. "If y-you can take this instead of shooting me with your ar-!"

Blair opened her eyes and saw Medusa on her hands and knees in the same position as she was just in. Blair's eyes widened.

"I'M SO SORRY, BLAIR!" Medusa yelled as Blair did.

"W-wha...?"

"I swear to you it wasn't like that at all! It was all just an accident! I didn't have any intentions to hurt you, my magic's just been acting up on its own!" Medusa tried to explain quickly and with urgency. "So, I'm sorry!"

Blair felt the energy inside of her drain away and her arms fell to the side, the package clunking in her hand as it thumped against the ground. "Accident...?" Blair echoed unbelievingly. "You almost killed me... On accident...?"

Medusa rose and looked Blair in her yellow-moon lit eyes with her amber ones with sincere confusion. "Why would I want to do anything to you when you made Crona so happy?"

Blair's mouth dropped open. She had heard a lot of things from other women, but this was entirely new to her. She tried to say something to Medusa but it only came out in a failing moan. Medusa saw Blair's confusion. Medusa should have known better. She knew that people had a different way about relationships, as Mizune called it, and that the one she had with Crona was very odd, and Blair must be in the know about it as everyone else who was normal did. Medusa went to her knees to face Blair as she explained.

"Blair, I don't know how long you've... Known about us..." Medusa said, remembering the things Crona told her about how Blair had been watching them from their window when they had breakfast, and how Blair had been watching almost as long as they had been there. And what Crona did with Blair. "B-but if anyone has wronged Crona, it's me." Medusa looked down guilty with her between her legs where she kneeled. "I can't remember any of it... There was an accident, but Blair I've really hurt him, and I don't want him to hurt anymore. I love him too much to do that to him again." Medusa's shoulders began to shake. As she spoke again her voice shook. "And I honestly don't know if I will again, but if there's anything I know I want right now, the thing I want most in this world, is I want that sweet little boy to be happy. I want him to smile more often." She looked up at Blair. Medusa's eyes were watery and a lone tear went down her face. Blair's ears drooped at the sight. "And Blair, you made him smile. And I guess it hurt a little when I saw you both in bed, but Crona still loves me too. He's got a big heart like that.

"So, Blair," Medusa reached forward and grabbed Blair's hands and held both of them tight in hers. "Will you please help me keep him that way? I know I'm asking a lot, but I've seen the way you look at him, too."

Blair allowed herself to smile. "He sure is different from other I've... Met. He's pretty gentle for someone his age, and for a human." Medusa nodded with a small smile of her own. Blair frowned at her in thought. "But I've never actually been in a relationship before. Everything has only been a onetime deal. I don't know how to go about something long term."

Medusa had surprised Blair but laughing. "I'm far from an expert on relationships, and on top of that I'm in one of the most bizarre kind and somehow we make it work. I have no idea what I'm doing, but in a way..." Medusa shrugged. "It's kind of fun because it's new to me and Crona. All it takes is a chance."

Blair thought over what Medusa was telling her. She thought about the smile Crona gave her when she was in her cat form, and how it was warm and sincere on the fragile looking boy. Blair remembered the kiss they shared in front of the laundry mat and how Blair was concerned with Blair's wellbeing and not just keeping her in his presence, her lips tingling recalling. Blair remembered when she seduced Crona to have sex with her with such emotion in it that Blair couldn't think of any of her previous partners that had satisfied her as much as Crona did.

Medusa was staring at Blair with patient eyes while Blair thought about these things. Finally, Blair's ears rose as did the corner of her lips. Medusa smiled hopefully at Blair's own smile.

"Well," Blair squeezed Medusa's hands gently. "We cats are curious. If you'll have me here, I'll give it a shot."

Medusa shot forward and pulled Blair into an embrace. "Thank you."

Blair was surprised but not displeased by Medusa's affection. She hugged her back with a giggle. "Just try not to kill me again." She teased.

Medusa pulled away from Blair with a curious smile. "Well, what do we do now?"

Blair's ear flicked in the direction of the bathroom, still hearing the shower running. She flashed a Cheshire toothy grin. "I have an idea. There are certain details, though."

Medusa tilted her head and gave a curious hum.

Blair licked her lips.

...

Crona let the water run over his forehead, standing face first into the facet to let the hot water soak in and help ease away the headache. Aspirin helped, but the hot water did wonders for him and he felt his entire body relax and loosen.

Crona would have thumped his head against the wall if he weren't currently trying to nurse his head pains, the thought of Blair's scared expression and her audible fear filled scream as she ran away from a Medusa that wasn't around anymore making Crona feel awful. Crona wished he could take it all back, try and comfort the cat, tell her it was all different now then it was before, but there was no way that Crona would be able to face her after that.

To borrow one of Ragnarok's favorite phrases, Crona felt like a twaddle-fuck.

Oh, god! Ragnarok groaned. Are you seriously going to beat yourself up over this?

"I-I-I drove her a-away..." Crona muttered.

Hey! I'll give you this much: Blair was a nice looking piece of ass when she was in her human form, but did you really think that she was going to stick around?

"I don't kn-know..." Crona whimpered, grabbing his arm uncomfortably.

Cats tent to do whatever the fuck they want, and in your case, she fucked whatever she wanted: You. I'd accept your good graces with stride and confidence, and learn to move the fuck on.

Crona fidgeted and began to rub his arm in a nervous gesture. "M-maybe M-Medusa and I could s-see if she's upstairs, an-."

'And', what? Ragnarok deadpanned. Thing's will just be alright, and Blair will come back to you?

"I j-just want t-to make things r-right!" Crona defended. "E-even if wh-what Blair and I-I did was a o-one time th-thing, she at l-least deserves th-that respect!"

That Pussy didn't come looking for 'Respect'! Ragnarok shot back heatedly. She was looking for a one night stand with a boy-toy!

"Ragnarok!" Crona whined, but Ragnarok refused to relent.

Crona, you seem to have some expectation that you'll get the chance! Even if you got to, what do you think she'd say to you? Crona didn't answer. Ragnarok continued. It was the funniest fuck-up I had ever seen, but it was still bad. Do you think the day will end with some kind of threesome with you, Medusa, and the Purple Pussy? That shit only happens in porno and bad fanfiction.

Crona stayed silent for a moment. He swallowed and stood firm. "I-I o-owe her an a-apolog-gy, R-R-R-R-Ragnarok." He said with a violent sputter, but had somehow kept his resolve in his tone. "E-even if sh-she d-d-doesn't accept i-it, I-I-I can at l-least d-do th-that m-much."

Do you have any kind of idea what mindfield you're setting yourself up to walk through!? First-!

The door to the bathroom opened up. Ragnarok stopped in mid-rant while Crona turned his face to the shower curtain (With dolphins swimming in dark blue puddle all over it), then he heard the sound of bare footsteps on the tile floor, followed by the door closing.

"M-Medusa?" Crona asked aloud.

"It's me." Medusa confirmed.

Crona nodded to himself, feeling a little dumb for asking.

"And me!" Another voice joined in.

Before Crona could react, someone entered the shower with him, from behind him and from the front. Immediately hands wrapped around him from behind and the arms had familiar snake tattoos, Crona feeling her soft breasts pressing against his back. She quickly leaned her head onto his shoulder and placed a loud smack on the corner of his lips. And from the front Crona was met with yellow eyes looking into his light-sky-blue ones and a head of purple hair getting wet from the shower faucet, and Crona quickly realized it was Blair with a smile on her face. As rubbed her front against him from his stomach up to his chest as Blair squeezed her tits against his pelvis all the way to his chest. Crona could feel her nipples pressing into his, causing his flaccid penis begin to harden.

"Medusa!?" Crona gawked in surprise at the suddeness of them both. "B-Blair!?"

"Heya, Crona/Coco!" Blair and Medusa greeted in unison.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? Ragnarok yelled before he raged inside of Crona until Ragnarok's presence couldn't be felt by Crona.

"H-how long h-h-have y-you-!?" Crona began to ask, but was silenced when Blair pressed her lips to his and shoved her tongue into his mouth.

"She came in not too long ago through our bedroom window." Medusa murmured into Crona's ear while he frenched Blair. Medusa wrapped her hand around Crona's half-hard member and began to slowly stroke him up and down goading him into full hardness. "Blair and I had a bit of a heart to heart, and Blair-we came to a decision."

Blair let go of Crona's mouth, sucking and pulling on his tongue as she went. Blair looked at her handiwork and saw a still surprised but very relaxed Crona, his face hot from the blood rush. His mouth was his own only for a moment until Medusa let go of Crona's cock and gripped his chin, guiding him to be face-to-face with her and she took over for Blair to French Crona. Blair reached down with her hand and took Medusa's place of gripping his cock and jerking him off, Blair making sure the tip of his penis kept brushing against her entrance, making him moan from the warm, wet heat. Crona was at full salute now.

"And Medusa convinced me that I should give being with you guys a go." Blair stopped half-way on Crona's dick in her hand and gave a squeeze and lightly rolled it in her grasp. Crona moaned in Medusa's mouth. Medusa responded by grabbing Crona's head with her other hand and pushing him into her mouth, Medusa making the kiss as deep as possible. "And to show that we're serious..."

Medusa pulled away, a string of saliva between them before it disconnected itself. Crona was getting used to having sex long at that point and he was able to keep his conscience while he was in the moment, but he mistook for the red on Medusa's face for the flush of kissing when she was actually a little embarrassed. Blair gave Medusa a smile and nodded.

A-are you sure about this is the way to go about it? Medusa had asked her unsure. I know how to do this with Crona, but-

Don't worry. Blair had placed a hand on Medusa's shoulder for comfort as they stood naked outside of the bathroom door where Crona resided. I've done it with girls a few times, and Crona probably won't know why, but he'll enjoy seeing it. She winked at Medusa. I'll be gentle.

Blair uttered a spell and waved a hand at the shower wall opposite of the one with the shower curtain in the shower/bathtub, and the walls began to expand. The shower they had in the apartment that doubled as a bath was a simple 6x2 shower, but with a spell (That caused Blair to sweat a little from the complication of the casting) she had turned the bathroom shower/bathtub to a 7x7. Medusa was too concerned with what was to come to really ask, Crona's had seen too much of magic in his life and its complexities too really care to question it anymore, but Blair's spacial magic was quite a complicated spell to pull off and most witches were only able to pull off the range that Blair just had (Some less), but once it was done the spell would take hold. The bathroom extending will last for maybe the next two or three hours, and the change will only be physically noticeable from inside the bathroom alone, but Blair only needed it to be up long enough to have some decent leg space for them all.

Blair gently but firmly pushed Crona to the side to keep him from being between her and the fidgeting Medusa. Blair stepped forward and placed one hand one Medusa's shoulder and the other on the side of her neck, traveling her hand up and sliding her fingers into Medusa's hair. Medusa gulped, but she placed her hands on Blair's hips, one hand a little lower and her fingers brushed against Blair's ass. Blair closed the distance and she pressed her naked body against Medusa, their breasts squishing against each other right to the nipples.

Blair placed her mouth on Medusa's and pulled her into a deep kiss.

Blair had pressed her tongue against Medusa's lips, asking for entrance, and with a little reluctance she allowed Blair to. Blair and Medusa and kissed each other as they had Crona. Blair had simply let herself melt into the kiss, used to doing this with many people before and had just decided to enjoy herself while Crona watched and enjoyed himself.

Medusa didn't know what to think, really. Since her memory didn't go back far, and she had only been with Crona, and the stories they read and the music they heard always seemed to talk about male and female partners in that pair specifically, the concept of two girls together was alien to her. She did have to admit that Blair was really soft to the touch, and her lips did feel really good against hers. Medusa could feel her nethers tingle in excitement as she made out with the cat, so maybe she could say that she actually was enjoying this.

Blair shifted her position and her nipples scraped against Medusa's and she let out a surprised squeak at the sensation. Blair pushed herself deeper in Medusa's mouth, the hand on Medusa's shoulder now going around her back while Blair cupped the back of Medusa's head.

The feeling of Blair's soft parts sliding against his made Medusa feel a new excitement that her body reacted kindly to. Those nipple scrapes they had done had made Medusa's womanhood spark up with new life. Medusa explored Blair by pressing themselves closer to each other, Medusa seemingly trying to prevent so much as air between them, and Blair's softness rubbing against Medusa made her eyes open wide with excitement, her breathing through her nose becoming erratic. Medusa reached down from Blair's hips until she was gripping both of Blair's ass cheeks in her hands, giving appreciative and excited squeezes, loving the softness of Blair in her grasp. Medusa played and squeezed Blair's buttocks repeatedly, but being sure not be painful. Blair moaned in content at Medusa's hands and initiative, and Medusa's eyes fluttered shut as she copied Blair and had forced her mouth against hers.

Blair laughed lightly at Medusa's newfound excitement in this and let Medusa explore Blair's body. Blair was enjoying herself as well, so she let this all happen with stride and had a new appreciation in Medusa.

Crona had only stood by and watched as they had become very intimate with one another, but Crona's cock was throbbing so hard that pre-cum was leaking out of his urethra. At first Crona was just very surprised that Blair and Medusa had done to each other what Crona had done to them, but as they held each other closer, as Medusa was getting very handsy with Blair, exploring their bodies together...

Crona had no idea why, but this had turned him on almost severely, and his penis demanded stimulation for such a beautiful sight to behold. Crona didn't want to interrupt so he just watched them as he stroked himself fast. He wasn't the best at touching his penis himself (He didn't learn how to masturbate until after about the first week of him and the new Medusa were in the castle, and Medusa had helped him learn how from what she did. Most of the time Medusa ended up doing it for him), but he could feel the stimulation building despite his clumsy efforts.

After some time, Blair had stopped the kiss between her and Medusa, much to the latter's annoyance, letting out a childish groan while both were red in the face, but it had been long enough and she wanted to know how Crona was reacting now. Medusa saw that Blair was checking on Crona, so she looked to see how the pinkette was doing. The boy was looking at them shyly while at the same time shamelessly jerking himself off, but when he saw they noticed what he was doing he looked downward and stopped immediately, looking guilty while his cock throbbed for attention.

Blair grinned to herself that it was working, while Medusa felt bad that Crona felt that it was wrong for him to continue, but she was still having half of her mind keep coming back to Blair's touch and her physical softness. Blair leaned forward and whispered in Medusa's ear. Medusa had a raised eyebrow while Blair whispered her instructions and at the end of it, Medusa smiled in Crona's direction.

Blair and Medusa had changed each other hand positions to match the opposite of each other, with Blair's hands now squeezing Medusa's ass. Medusa's blush deepened, but her smile remained, liking the attention Blair was giving her.

"Crona!" Blair said a little loud to catch his attention. He still looked embarrassed but he turned his eyes up from his position to look at them.

Medusa had taken a few steps backwards before leaning forward and placing her head between Blair's breasts while sticking her butt out, shaking it a little when Crona looked up. Crona perked up at the sight.

"Mommy wants to give you attention!" Blair declared, spreading Medusa's cheeks, Medusa giggling at the touch.

Without question Crona waddled over behind Medusa and had gripped her hips with urgency and was positioning himself to go into whatever of Medusa's holes would have him, but Blair reached from under Medusa and used her hand to block off access to her pussy and asshole. Crona looked up in confusion and shy-like impatience, with Medusa looking confused as well.

"Put your cock against her ass." Blair instructed. "The crack."

Medusa was at a loss but didn't question her, and Crona didn't think he had room to argue since he still owed her an apology. Blair once again spreaded Medusa and Crona did as instructed and let his penis flop into his mother's ass-crack. Blair grabbed a bottle of body wash from the carrier hanging on the shower head and had squirted the soap from the top of Medusa's downward, onto Crona's penis.

"Oh!" Medusa lit up with realization. "I get it!"

When the soap had gone down as far as it needed, Blair had squished Medusa's ass back together and her butt cheeks consumed Crona's cock. Crona moaned in delight and Medusa was impressed with this idea.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Blair asked Crona with a wink. "Knock yourself out. I'll hold them down for you."

Crona smiled at Blair and he thrusted his hips. The tip of his penis protruded out of the top of Medusa's ass, then Crona pulled his pelvis back to have his penis eaten by Medusa's cheeks, then he trusted forward to have his little grey head peak-a-boo open air again, and storm of bubbles forming from their activity. Crona gripped firmly on Medusa's waist and kept thrusting while Medusa kissed the side of Blair's breast and while the cat woman did as she promised and held Medusa's butt where it needed to be for Crona to pleasure himself.

Medusa's ass wasn't as hot as she was inside, but the friction was nice, Medusa's butt was soft and warm around his dick, but Crona loved how slippery it was for him to just glide on Medusa, and he could feel himself getting to his climax, and fast.

Crona wanted this to last longer, but with two women there to pleasure him at the same time, his threshold was meeting something new to him, but he loved every minute of it. Crona sped up.

"You're twitching so much, coco!" Medusa commented as Crona's speed was increasing. "Are you going to cum?"

"We have a lot to do for the rest of the day!" Blair informed Crona. "Go ahead and cum. We're not going anywhere anytime soon."

Crona did as they said and he didn't hold back. Crona hit his climax, but he kept thrusting as he shot it out. Inside and out of Medusa's butt cheeks he came, Medusa feeling Crona shoot "Inside" of her butt, and a few strands hitting up her back when he pushed his pelvis against hers. Crona kept it like this until the last few strands made their way out of him.

"Ohhh..." Crona groaned in delight, rubbing Medusa's sides comfortingly now that he didn't need her for the support. "That felt good..."

Blair let go of Medusa so she could stand up. Cum leaked out of Medusa's ass cheeks and fell to the ground to be washed away down the drain, followed by a few suds. Medusa turned around and gave Crona a peck on the lips, then on his nose.

Medusa felt Blair grab her wrist and she looked to see her goading Medusa to come to the floor. Medusa nodded and they both got to their knees in front of Crona. Crona's dick was all sudsy, so Blair cupped her hands with water from behind her and continually washed off Crona's penis until it was bare of their last session, with Medusa following suit when she caught onto Blair.

When Crona was clean, he simply looked between them, wondering who would be first to do it, since he knew well enough what was coming. Blair looked to Medusa with a raised eyebrow, but Medusa smiled and shook her head politely, waving at Blair to urge her to go on. Blair nodded and turned to Crona's cock and taking his tip in her mouth.

Crona moaned as Blair took a moment to suck on his head before she rubbed her tongue in circles on the open organ, she gave one fiercer suck before she used the tip of her tongue to play with Crona's urethra, making Crona gasp and spasm, thrusting into Blair's mouth in response. Crona's dick went in half-way Blair's mouth and she closed her eyes and began bobbing her head back and forth on Crona's shaft as she sucked on him like a popsicle. Crona's penis had fully hardened again inside of Blair's mouth and he began to breath heavily as he could feel pressure building up inside of him.

Blair rubbed Medusa's arm lightly, a signal they agreed earlier to switch. Medusa closed in as Blair let Crona's penis fall out of her mouth and it wasn't in open air for even a second when Medusa had taken over for Blair to suck Crona's penis. While Medusa went for a gentler approach with Crona's penis Blair took initiative and brushed her cheek against Medusa's as Blair dug in on one of Crona's testicles, giving it a light suck before she lapped her tongue over it his sack. The sensation made Crona's knees buckle, but he had somehow stood.

Medusa kept at it, rubbing her tongue all around his cock while he was inside her mouth, the twitching slowly becoming more frequent. Medusa rubbed Blair's arm. Flop out of Medusa's mouth, Blair swoops in immediately. Medusa then did what Blair had done and lapped her tongue over the other testicle, making the same movements as Blair.

Crona looked down in bewilderment and awe at the sight. As one was sucking his cock, the other was fondling his balls, a different experience then he was used to with Medusa. Crona felt Blair's left hand grip his right thigh Medusa's right hand grip his left thigh. Medusa rubbed it slowly and assuring while Blair had gently squeezed Crona's right thigh as she did her work. They switched back and forth from blowing him and fondling him, with one doing the other, and Crona's build up was spiking up, but he wanted this to last as long as possible.

Next thing to happen was Blair (When it was her turn to suck) had let Crona flop out of his mouth, instead of Medusa taking over, they had both now decided to lick Crona's cock up and down from tip to base, Medusa taking the left while Blair took the right. Crona began to groan aloud at this point, his hands tightening into fists, but he kept them to his sides. While they each gripped a thigh, they used their free hands to lock fingers with each other, holding each other's hand tight as they lapped on his penis, their tongues occasionally taking a moment to lap over each other.

The met each other at the tip and had given each other a kiss on the lips with Crona's tip still between their mouths as they did so, making Crona shudder with a very slight trail of come shooting between their mouths, feeling like he was about to burst.

Blair felt a bit of it go on her nose while some of it hit the corner of Medusa's mouth. They separated from the penis and looked up at Crona with very sensual eyes.

"Looks like someone is ready to finish up round two." Blair commented.

"It would seem that way." Medusa agreed.

"I w-w-want..." Crona swallowed, his head hot and heavy with excitement and blood rush. "I want t-to..."

"We know." Medusa assured.

Blair kneed across the ground closer to Crona and she grabbed her breasts and wrapped them around Crona's member. With the shower water running over them, and with the natural lubricant over Crona's member, he slid between her tits with ease. Blair squeezed them around him, moving them up and down between her hands as she made Crona have sex with her chest, and by the wobble in his legs and the twitching picking up with gusto, Blair assumed she was doing a good job, smiling at her work.

Blair tilted her head to the side to allow Medusa room to bring her head in. Crona's tip would keep popping out between her tits with every thrust inward, and with Medusa now back in this, every time Crona's head protruded, Medusa would like the arriving organ, and would give it a quick suck when able. Blair gave Medusa an affectionate kiss on the back if her head.

After a few moment's Crona couldn't take it anymore. The sensation became too much to hold in and he let his orgasm go. The first string had gotten all over Blair's breasts, but Medusa stepped in and when Crona thrusted inward, his pelvis smashed against Blair's cleavage as he orgasmed, Medusa took the rest of Crona in her mouth, unloading the rest there.

Crona kept cumming until his body finally calmed and he gasped at the ferocity of the orgasm. Crona couldn't stand anymore and his legs gave out on him momentarily, now on his knees trying to catch his breath.

Crona's cum still swooshed in Medusa's mouth as Blair wiped Crona's cum of her tits with her finger and scooping in into her mouth. When Blair had gotten the last of it, never swallowing, she reached her hand out and grip Medusa's chin and guiding her to face Blair. Blair leaned and kissed Medusa deeply, sloshing Crona's cum between them as their tongues danced around the white mess.

Crona watched and gulped as he saw this, his cum occasionally leaking a bit from out of their entwined mouths and falling on their chests before it gets washed away. The times they would have their mouths momentarily separated, Crona saw their tongues coated in white as they danced in each other's mouths. Eventually they stopped moving but kept their mouths together. Crona would hear the sound of gulping, his member standing alert when he realized they were swallowing his semen from each other's mouths.

They parted with a small saliva and semen trail between them. They both turned to Crona with a blissful, happy look on their faces, locking fingers with Blair leaning her head in Medusa's neck while Medusa leaned her head in Blair's purple hair, her soft ear under Medusa's cheek, but Blair didn't care. She grew to like Medusa.

"Care to move this to the bedroom?" Blair asked Crona.

"It'd be more comfortable there." Medusa supplied.

Crona nodded eagerly.

They turned off the water, quickly grabbed whatever towels available to give themselves a quick dry off, then left to the bedroom, the shower fixing itself soon enough.

Blair took Medusa's hand and led her to the bed before Crona could get there and whispered in her ear a reminder of what was to happen next and Medusa nodded and assured Blair she remembered the plan. Medusa was the first to get on the bed, landed on her back with a floof! with Blair following her right after. Blair climbed on top of Medusa, trailing her tongue from Medusa's belly button, taking a second to give the flesh between Medusa's breasts a lapping, making Medusa shiver, then met Medusa's mouth with a quick kiss. They pressed against each other tightly, their clits rubbing as their vagina's leveled with each other.

Crona was turning off the light in the bathroom while they did this and when he came into the room, he saw two beautiful women lining up on their bed. Blair looked over her shoulder at Crona while Medusa wrapped her arms around Blair to help elevate herself to look at Crona over Blair's shoulder.

"Well, don't keep us waiting!" Blair shook her ass while still pressed against Medusa, their clits rubbing together as a result. Medusa gasped and her legs twitched from under Blair at the sudden jolt that ran through her from the contact. "We'd like some attention, too!"

Crona obeyed and crawled on the bed with them. Blair continually jiggled her butt until Crona had set his hands on her hips and went to position himself, but had found himself in a bit of a conundrum.

Which one should he pick first?

Crona then had an idea, letting himself have a small smile for being clever.

Crona didn't need much foreplay with either of them since they were still considerably wet from the shower, so he simply rubbed his penis against Blair's pussy to make sure it could go in easily enough. Crona's tip was able to protrude easily enough without discomforting Blair any, so Crona shoved himself inside of Blair. Crona sighed in pleasure as he felt Blair's walls tighten around Crona in welcome. Blair sighed in content and relaxed against Medusa as Crona began to thrust in and out of Blair.

"Lucky girl!" Medusa kissed Blair on the cheek while she was getting fucked on top of her. The added weight didn't bother Medusa at all.

Blair moaned as Crona held tight on her waist as he repeatedly rammed himself inside of her, tightening around him as he went as her own pleasure built up, white lights flashing in the corner of her vision with each inward thrust, while Medusa kept placing light kisses on her face, her soft body feeling great against hers.

Crona then pulled out of Blair entirely and went lower to ram inside of Medusa, causing her to cry out in shock at the sudden impact. Medusa used Blair's shoulder to cover her mouth and muffle her loud noises. Blair looked over her shoulder and gave Crona an impressed look as Medusa moaned from under her. "Well, aren't we being cheeky?"

"I want t-to make sure you b-both f-f-feel good." Crona told her as he kept ramming Medusa, making her hands tighten around Blair as she was reaching her own raising arousal.

Blair smiled, leaning up to give the boy a peck on the lips before Medusa's weight brought her back to her original position. "You're such a good boy."

Crona pulled out of Medusa, allowing her to catch her breath, then he went back inside of Medusa, making Blair mewl in appreciation and she settled herself on Medusa while Crona fucked-

No, made love to both of them.

Crona would keep having sex with one, pull out, then have his way with the other, and kept altering between the two. Crona kept up the pace, holding back his own orgasm to make sure Medusa and Blair would get their fair share of love, using their increasing moans to assess how close they were.

"I'm close...!" Medusa announced as Crona pulled out of Blair and into Medusa again.

"Me too!" Blair mewled, her pussy tingling with delight.

Crona kept thrusting into Medusa with a faster pace to try and time the orgasms right. He kept going as he heard Medusa moaning louder, and her walls squeezing him tighter and sporadically.

Medusa finally had reached her peak and she yelled when she reached her climax, vicing Crona tightly as her body tingled with the orgasm going through her body. She felt him shoot inside of her, cumming all the way into her womb.

Crona was still shooting when he forced himself to pull out of Medusa, and rammed himself into Blair and immediately went at the manic pace as he still climaxed inside of Blair. Blair moaned at the feeling of his cum spreading all inside of her, and with the manic thrust she had reached her peak quickly, letting out a loud Nya! as she came.

Crona held himself in Blair for the remainder of his orgasm until his body calmed down enough to stop shooting. He pulled out of Blair with an audible pop, the cum quickly dripping out. Crona got on his knees and saw that both Blair and Medusa were tired, but very happy, Medusa holding Blair and Blair with her arms around Medusa's neck, both twitching while Crona's cum leaked out of both of them.

"W-wow..." Crona marveled. He never though he'd ever be able to get to do this with two people at the same time. Crona's cock still throbbed in appreciation, and while the girls were still breathing hard after that session, his cock still wanted more. He gulped and sat patiently for them.

Medusa saw Crona sitting there with his cock still hard, just waiting on them to have their rest. Medusa herself was spent, and Blair barely had the energy to hold herself up, using Medusa as cushion (Not that she minded). Medusa grinned as an idea formed in her head.

Medusa gave Crona a wink, causing him to furrow his brow in confusion. Medusa stuck two of her fingers in her mouth, coating them in her saliva, then lifted Blair's head gently and pressed their mouths together, making out again. Blair cooed, but she didn't have the energy to go all out with it like before, so Medusa made sure to be gentle with her. Blair was unsuspecting of Medusa as they kissed, when Medusa was actually keeping her distracted while Medusa's spit covered hand travelled down Blair's back all the way down to her butt. She used her pinky to travel a bit, find out where everything was while being light to keep Blair from noticing, until her pinky brushed up against Blair's second hole.

Medusa used her two fingers and pressed them against Blair's asshole, testing the waters by barely pressing against it. It was very tight, and would take some effort to enter. Blair's eyes shot wide open and she moaned in Medusa's mouth in surprise. She broke apart the kiss. "W-what are y-?"

Medusa shoved her fingers inside of Blair's ass. Blair's gasped, made a choking sound, completely unused to having anything there before.

"M-Medusa, stop!" Blair pleaded. "I've never done it there before!"

"Then now's a perfect time!" Medusa said sweetly, digging in deeper, twisting her fingers around inside in a clockwise motion. Blair gripped Medusa tightly, the fingers hot inside of there, too alien and a little painful. "Aren't cats curious, anyway?"

Crona watched as Medusa continued to finger Blair's ass, gently pulling her fingers in and out and still doing clock motions inside, Blair groaning the entire time and too weak to do anything but hold Medusa while she was forced to accept what was happening, but at least for Blair it started to hurt less and less, and was just a weird feeling (Though it did cause some excitement).

Medusa finally pulled her fingers out slowly, an innocent smile on her face. "See? That wasn't so bad!"

"Meanie..." Blair pouted. She could feel her asshole partly gaped, and trying to seal itself back up.

"You better get in before it closes up, Coco!"

"Wait, what!?" Blair looked over at the pinkette in horror. She didn't see any malicious intent in Crona's eyes. He was aroused, she could see that much, but he looked uncomfortable. He obviously wanted to put it in there, but he wouldn't do it if Blair didn't want to.

Crona gulped. "Do you w-want to, B-Blair?" He asked timidly. His lost puppy-like look made Blair's heart flutter.

Blair silently damned Medusa for forcing her into this. Blair sighed shakily and turned to face Medusa with a light glare. Medusa met this by sticking out her tongue with a wink.

"Just be very gentle, okay?" Blair said quickly. "I've never done it there before, not like Medusa obviously has."

"It's fun when you get used to it. I promise." Medusa informed Blair.

"O-okay..." Crona placed his hands on Blair's hips again, though this time he positioned himself in front of Blair's butt instead. Blair's tail wrapped around Crona's waist to try and keep out of the way while keeping Crona in place. Blair blushed when she felt Crona's tip tap against the gaping hole, and she swallowed hard. "Here I go."

Crona slowly shoved his penis inside of Blair's butt. Blair made an awkward choking sound while gasping as she felt Crona's cock spread her asshole. He went in slowly, already feeling himself become too excited as Blair's ridiculously tight hole squeeze the day lights out of him, but he made sure to not ram in one go, otherwise he could really hurt Blair. He gritted his teeth and resisted, still going slow until he reached the base.

"Good girl!" Medusa cheered for Blair, who was still uncomfortable.

"It feels really weird." Blair complained, almost whined.

"When you get settled, and Crona gets moving, I think you'll like it really quick."

"Y-yeah..." Crona agreed, Blair's spasms making him flinch and tighten against her. Gods, this felt amazing. "I'll s-stay just like th-this until y-your r-r-ready." He kissed her ear.

Blair stayed like that, with Crona inside of her, obviously struggling not to go all out, and Medusa grabbing Blair's hand and whispering in her ear that it will get better quickly.

Blair waited until Crona's cock didn't feel like an intruder in a very wrong place, and her ass shaped to him. She let out a shaky exhale. "I think I'm ready."

Crona immediately began to pull out slowly, Blair wincing but not unpleasantly painful to her. Crona pulled out until his cock was out again and he looked at the larger gaping hole with a nod. Blair should be fine now. He aimed his dick to her ass again and entered, still tight but easier to enter than last time. Blair inhaled sharply but didn't react badly.

Crona began to have real sex with the hole. He'd pulled out until 3/4 of him was out then went all the way to the base, setting a slow pace until Blair got used to it. Crona was loving this so much and kept thrusting with a content look on his face.

It stopped being painful for Blair, but it was a bizarre experience, but not unpleasant. She could feel every inch of Crona's penis like she could with her pussy, and she could feel Crona's excitement and resistance to go out, which Blair appreciated. Anyone who had sex with Blair before usually only cared about pleasuring themselves, but Crona was being so gentle with her...

Crona's thrusting sped up some and the feeling gradually stopped feeling less alien, and was actually rather nice. Her vagina tingled and moistened with the progression until Blair was actually moaning in pleasure.

"I told you so!" Medusa cheered when Blair's discomforting sounds were pleasant ones. "See, I told you you'd like it!"

"It's different." Blair noted with a grunt. "B-but-AH! -it's growing on me."

"How much?" Medusa asked as her other hand traveled between them, sliding around until she felt Blair's pussy in her palm, making Blair moan louder. It was practically gushing in Medusa's grasp. "You're soaking."

"Ah!" Crona moaned out. "Th-this is i-incredible, B-Blair! It's so t-tight!"

Blair let out another quick gush at Crona's praise. Medusa giggled and decided to make Blair really enjoy the experience.

As Crona continued to fuck Blair's ass Medusa began rubbing the entrance of Blair's pussy, her fingers trailing the surface and would occasionally stop to rub Blair's clit a little.

Blair cried out in ecstasy at the pleasure from two areas, making Crona let out a gasp as Blair suddenly tightened so hard Crona almost couldn't move. Medusa let a bright smile spread on her face at her Coco looking so happy and with her new friend enjoying them both as intimately as she is herself with Crona. Medusa kissed Blair deeply, with Blair too weak to do anything but Medusa didn't mind doing the work for her, while Medusa continually rubbed Blair's pussy, the magical cat on cloud nine from the sensation. Then Medusa shoved her fingers in Blair.

Blair nearly screamed in Medusa's mouth, getting it in the ass and fingered from the front bringing Blair pleasure in ways she didn't think possible, as Crona intimately anal fucked and while Medusa comforted Blair with a kiss.

I'm going to go insane! Blair shouted in her head as she was nearing climax at lightning speed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as the only thing she could think of was cumming.

Blair weakly yelled in Medusa's as she kept kissing and fingering her, and Crona was hammering in Blair's ass when Blair had shown that she had gotten very used to it. Blair's yelling was met with Medusa moaning back, goading her to cum whenever she wanted as Crona rammed into her with familiar speed of him going to climax on his own.

The world went white as her entire core had the best orgasm she was sure she'd ever have in her life. A waterfall had gone over Medusa's fingers and hand, with Medusa speeding up her hand while she continued to kiss, and while Crona still thrusted like his life depended on it as he gritted his teeth as he was about to go over his own edge.

Crona had one of his bigger orgasms then. He went balls deep to have his orgasm, but after his fourth shot in Blair a stream of Crona's cum had shot past the underside of Crona's dick out of Blair's ass, and a stream shot out with each of Crona's own shot. The cum had gone all over the bed between their feet in long streams.

Blair had gasped loudly when her orgasm finally calmed and she was exhausted, her mouth unlatching from Medusa's with a rather impressive stream of drool falling on Medusa's chest as Blair whimpered with the severity of her climax. Medusa held Blair and brushed her fingers through her hair, and kissed her forehead. "You did a good job,Blair." Medusa murmured proudly.

Crona pulled out and his cum gushed out of Blair's ass and onto her own pussy as well as Medusa's from under her. Crona finally lost his strength and fell to the side, going into a half-Fido position as he twitched from the lingering climax, his head getting sweat into the pillow. Blair followed the same course and rolled off Medusa to take the other side of the bed. Medusa held them both close to her, hugging their heads in each one of her arms. Medusa was tired too, but she couldn't have been happier.

"B-Blair...?" Crona asked, his voice slightly dry. He would get a drink of water when he felt up to it.

"Hmm?"

"I'm s-sorry about today. I d-didn't m-mean t-t-t-."

Crona felt Blair reach over and take his hand in hers, lacing their fingers together. "I know. And it's okay. I'll take everything up to the shower as an apology, so we're even."

Crona sighed in relief. "O-okay."

"You worry too much." Blair said in amusement.

Medusa fingered their hair in delight. "After a long break, I say we go back to business. Does that sound good."

Blair and Crona agreed wholeheartedly. With three people in play, there was plenty of variety in what they all could do.

Blair eyes lit up and she smiled. "That reminds me! I have something for you Medusa."

"Really?" Medusa asked in surprise.

"Yeah." Blair was too weak to move herself, so she used her tail to feel around on her side of the bed. She had it earlier when she first arrived, and she knew she set it around there somewhere...

Blair's tail wrapped around the white package she brought earlier and she let out a pleased ah! when she came across it. She brought it up for them to see. It was a square object. "It's nothing pristine, but it works! Grandma Ellie had a spare one in her closet, so I don't think she'll miss it."

"Miss w-what?" Crona asked.

Blair unraveled the sheet and what Medusa looked at made her eyes light up with joy and excitement.

A simple black radio was wrapped around her tail, the power cord dangling in the air.

"Is that really for us!?" Medusa was overjoyed.

"Yup, yup!" Blair assured.

"Oh, y-yeah." Crona recalled. "The o-old one b-broke."

Blair set up the radio on the nightstand next to them, using her tail to find an outlet and plug the thing in, then turned on the power and messed with the knob until she found the right station.

"Kzzt! - elcome to your life!" The radio sang. "There's no turning back!

"Even while we sleep...!"

Medusa began to sing with the song on the radio. Crona was smiling at Medusa's joy, settling himself to snuggle against Medusa's breast, while mouthing a thank you to Blair. Blair blushed and mouthed you're welcome back to him, doing the same with the other breast.

"We will find you!

"Acting on your best behavior!

"Turn your back on mother nature!

Blair thought she was definitely going to like it there from now on.

...

Hopefully you guys will like the chapter. I know it's a little earlier than I anticipated, but unfortunately things are taking a weird turn on my end. I can't go into detail since I'm going to be pressed for time just to get this out as a just in case, but it looks like luck has beef with me. Just know that I'll do what I can to stay fine for the time being, and I'll update when I can.

Good Morning, Good Evening, and Goodnight.

- Turtyrus