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Alice busted her way into my room, all but kicking the door down. "Evan! Evan! I need you!"

I had to quickly shove my cock back into my pants, close my browser window, and cover myself with my shirt, all in one practiced motion - I'd just been about to bust a nut myself, and of course that's when my younger sister barged right in here and interrupted me! Alice was a very pretty red fox, but she was not the kind of fox I was trying to fantasize about. Honestly how pretty she was only made it weirder for her to walk in on me like this. Hadn't she ever heard of knocking?

Before I could even finish saying, "What do you want?" Alice grabbed my sleeve and started pulling me toward the door. And she was pretty successful about it, too. I couldn't do much to stop her, since my desk chair was on wheels. She was able to drag me along pretty good. "Hey!" I said. "Hey! What the heck are you doing?"

"There's no time to explain! We're already late!"

Alice had always been kind of like this. Weird. Different. Eccentric, maybe? And always a little bit scatter-brained. So this wasn't exactly an out of the ordinary kind of behavior for her. Even more so after she'd started getting involved with this 'coven' of hers. The elaborate hat and weird purplish dress she was wearing suggested that this probably had something to do with that. It didn't mean I had to go along with it, though. I dug in my heels and clung to my bed as she pulled my chair almost all the way to the bedroom door. That finally stopped her. "What's going on?" I insisted. "Where are you dragging me?"

She didn't stop pulling - she pulled even harder. "It's for my initiation ritual! Come on! We're gonna be late!"

Reluctantly, I got up out of my chair, allowing her to drag me down the hall at a more reasonable pace. This witchy stuff of hers was nothing but some weird kind of play-acting hobby, but I knew it _was_really important to her for some reason, even though it all seemed pretty silly and childish to me. "Wasn't Greg supposed to go with you? I thought you had it all figured out already."

"He was supposed to, and I waited and waited, but he totally flaked. So now I need you to go with me ... like right now kind of now. You're the only other guy I know I can get on short notice. Now come on! We're late!"

I let her drag me onward a bit faster, wishing now that I'd had time to change clothes first. Pajama pants and an old T-shirt wouldn't be making a very good impression on anybody. And why she have to bring a guy with her? This was starting to feel a bit weird. Even weirder than her witchy stuff normally was. "Uh... What's this going to involve, anyway?" I guess I should have known better than to expect an answer. Alice just pulled me into the garage and toward her car.

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"Is this the place?" I asked as she pulled into a tree-covered driveway in front of a rickety old wooden house. Even as I said it, I realized it was kind of a dumb question. Of course this was the place. Why else would Alice be taking me here? Despite how abandoned and neglected the place looked, there were tons of cars parked around the edge of the driveway, under trees, and in the grass.

Alice wedged her little car into the last remaining little space that was left, quickly threw it in park and shut it off. That was answer enough to my stupid question, I guess.

Before I could get out, she grabbed my sleeve and stopped me, staring over at me with an uncharacteristically serious look in her eyes. "Remember, my only name here is Azami Scarletwound. You _have_to call me by my witch name. And don't talk to any of the other sisters. They won't say anything to you anyway. You're supposed to be my 'thrall', so you only talk to me."

"Yeah yeah." I brushed her hand off of me. She'd already been over this like ten times on the drive over. "I got it, alright?"

I was ahead of her heading to the old house, but she quickly ran up and got in front of me, even as she struggled to keep that big ridiculous witch's hat on her head. "And stay behind me! You're supposed to just be doing whatever I tell you and following me around - you're not supposed to be doing stuff on your own!"

All these rules, sheesh. This 'coven' was taking all of this stuff _way_too seriously. Let them have their fun and games and all, sure ... but didn't they realize how weird this all was? It was bordering on creepy, really. Especially that big weather-worn wooden house looming up in front of me. It looked like it was haunted, even in the daytime. I liked video games and even tabletop roleplaying games sometimes, so I could appreciate a good fantasy. But wasn't this taking it a bit too far? Who even owned this crappy old place? Was it owned by one of these 'witches' or was it truly abandoned?

Still, I was really close with Alice - no, Azami for now - and she'd sure helped me out of some tough binds before. One time, when I was about to fail my algebra class, she'd even 'talked' to my professor for me and somehow gotten him to give me a bunch of easy extra credit assignments to scrape my way up to a C. She hadn't said what she did with him - I didn't ask. But if she needed me to pretend to be her 'thrall' for an hour or two to advance in this weird witch game of hers ... well, it was the least I could do.

The doors of the house creaked open as we approached, leading into a surprisingly spacious entryway. I expected to see someone right behind them who'd done the opening, but nobody was there. Even after we went in and the doors creaked closed behind us, I still couldn't see anybody. It was dark inside, but not that dark. Sheesh ... what kind of person would put power-operated automatic doors on a shitty old house like this?

For my sister, it was apparently nothing out of the ordinary. She didn't even pause to look ... which meant I had to hurry a bit to catch up with her because I had stopped to look. Though it was in the middle of summer and really hot outside, it was actually pleasantly cool inside the house, even a bit chilly. Weird. It really didn't look like the kind of place that would have a good air conditioning system. Then again, given the clothes I was wearing, who was I to judge on appearances? I hoped Alice's coven wouldn't judge me by appearances. I kind of looked like a slob right now.

It was only a moment later when I found myself in a big open room, facing a whole row of very different women all dressed the same as my sister. And I could tell by the looks on their faces that they were definitely_judging me by my appearance. Yikes. Being the only guy in a whole big room full of ladies should have been a fun time ... but it wasn't. These ladies were _scary.

"This is your thrall, Scarletwound?" the oldest-looking of them said, her dry voice creaking.

Alice said nothing. She just dragged me along, right past the line of other weird girls. And that's when I saw it. This big empty room probably used to be the house's living room. It wasn't as empty as I thought, though. There actually was one piece of 'furniture' in here, if you could call it that. Just one. It was sort of like a dentist's chair, maybe? But standing vertical, and all made with worn leather and wood that was so dark it looked black. The buckles and straps at the headrest, the armrests, and the legs especially didn't seem to be a good sign. It was just looming there, obviously waiting for me in the middle of a chalked-in circle on the wooden floor.

"Uh, Alice?" I whispered.

"Azami Scarletwound!" she seethed back at me.

Right. Of course. Because this was totally time to stay in this stupid role-playing character, right? I shook my head. "I'm not so sure about this..."

No matter how much I dug in my heels, though, she kept pulling me onward. She was surprisingly strong when she put her mind to it. And she had definitely_already made up her mind about this. "Shut your mouth," she whispered back. "It's just one ritual. You'll be fine, I promise. The Circle of the Sacred Flame has a _very strict policy about not killing anyone."

"Um... What about maiming, though? And this had better not be tickle torture or something..."

"Shut up." She pushed me against the contraption with a palm flat against my chest.

The moment my back was against it, the straps came out of nowhere, wrapping around me as if moving all on their own. For all I could see, they were_moving all on their own, because the strap on my forehead tightened first, locking me in place and preventing me from looking down at the other straps. Surely somebody had been hiding behind this thing and now _they were the ones tightening the straps down and fastening the buckles, right? _Right?_Straps didn't move on their own. That was just stupid. "What the fuck?" I said loudly, starting to struggle, but it was already too late - I couldn't move even an inch.

"Silence your thrall, Scarletwound," another of the women said. "We should not need to remind you of this."

"Of course, of course!" Alice said nervously. She clamped a hand on my muzzle, then leaned in close and whispered to me, "I'm supposed to use a spell to control you, but we don't have time for that. So, I'm just going to give you this one warning: if you say one more word, anything at all, I'm going to send your browser history to everybody in your contact list. Got it?"

She wouldn't dare! But this day was already crazy enough. Who was to say she wouldn't be that crazy? As much as I could with her hand still around my muzzle and a strap around my head, I nodded.

Alice released her grip and turned to the other ladies in their weird robe-like dresses. "My thrall is ready, Sisterhood. Let the ritual begin."

"And none too soon," the older woman said, leering at Alice, then at me. Grey whiskers bristled from her badgery face. "I will have you know that the Circle of the Sacred Flame expects greater punctuality out of full members than it does out of novices. Even members of only the first level. Do I make myself clear, Azami Scarletwound?"

"Yes, Sister Thornheart," Alice said with a meek nod. I'd never heard that sincere of an apology from my sister the whole time I'd known her - since I was only two years old. Wow. She took this game really seriously, didn't she?

The old badger woman seemed satisfied with that. "Yet the Sisterhood also recognizes that there are sometimes circumstances outside one's control. And besides, until the successful completion of this ritual, you are still a novice, Sister Scarletwound."

Alice's gaze popped back upward the moment she heard the word 'sister'. Was it the first time anybody here had called her that? Was this something special for her? It shouldn't be. If she wanted somebody to call her 'sister', I could have done that from home. She'd always be my sister ... so why was she so keen on being theirs? This whole thing was starting to sound pretty cult-like, and I was beginning to wonder if I was really doing the right thing by encouraging her and enabling her... Maybe instead it would be better for Alice if I convinced her to give up all this weird stuff and find a more normal hobby or something.

"Very well," the old badger said. "Let us not waste any more time. Sister Angelsin, ignite the circle if you please."

Another woman, a very tall horse with a _very_flowing dress/robe thing, stepped forward and knelt down by the chalk circle on the floor. She held a lighter to it, which I could just barely see from the corner of my eye. Just an ordinary lighter - the kind people would light candles with! What the heck? They were obviously trying to build atmosphere here, right? So couldn't they _at least_light it with a spooky-looking candle or something? How could my sister get so involved with this whole group if they were half-assing things like this?

The impression of half-assery quickly faded, though, as the circle burst into green flame. Wow, okay. Now _that_wasn't half-ass. It burned high and bright green, but didn't seem to even singe the wooden floor beneath it. Totally changed the atmosphere of the room with all that flickering green light. I'd have to see if I could ask them later what chemical they were using, because that _definitely_wasn't chalk like I'd originally thought. I racked my brain, trying to remember details from the chemistry class I'd taken last semester ... some metal had to be in it, right? Like silver or copper or something... And wow, it just kept burning and burning, it didn't die down in the slightest.

"Now, Sister Azami Scarletwound!" The badger's voice boomed unnaturally loud over the rush of the flames. "Now begins the ritual of the circle's first level. You shall lie with your thrall and take his seed within you! The seed shall take root and become both demonspawn and demonsbane, and the Sacred Flame will burn in perfect balance within your womb! Your place within the circle will be assured at the very moment of conception!"

Alice gasped a little, her eyes darting to me. I stared at her. Did that mean what I think it did? Because it had better not...

She turned back to me and came right up to my face. Her hands touched my hips, not letting go even when I tried to squirm away. "Sorry," she whispered. "I had no idea the ritual would involve impregnation! If I knew that, I never would have asked you to volunteer. But come on! You're the only guy I could get, and If I back out now, the whole coven is going to think I'm a total flake! They'll never let me join if I mess this up!"

Her thumbs hooked into the waistband of my pajama pants. I shook my head vehemently 'no!' ... while still remembering her threat about the browser history. No matter what happened today, I couldn't let that happen!

"Sorry," she said again ... and then she yanked downward, pulling down both my pajamas and my underwear, leaving my sheath and balls to flop free right in front of everybody, in front of all these women I'd never met before!

I squirmed, but of course that didn't help. If anything, it only made things flop and jiggle more. I could feel them staring! I could _see_them staring! Some of them seemed bored, some dismissive ... others licked their lips at the sight of me. Including - I shuddered - the old badger herself.

Alice casually reached down and started playing with my sheath, stroking it and squeezing it between her fingers. "Come on, Evan," she said, "give me something to work with here..."

I stared down at her, my eyes straining downward to do so since my head was held in place. My own sister was ... was touching me in _very_wrong places. Oh yiff, what had I done to deserve this? Even worse, it was working. I could feel it. I wasn't poking out of my sheath yet, but the sheath was getting a little thicker, a little heavier. Alice had to be feeling that too. It would come out any moment now, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. And then I'd have done the unforgivable - I'd have officially gotten a boner from my sister's touch.

She wasn't satisfied yet, though, not by a long shot. With a little twist, she turned her dress to the side. Now the slit that had_gone up the side of her leg was going right up the front instead. And I could see all the way up, right up to her pussy lips, covered in her velvety white belly fur ... and _dripping. What the yiff! Why wasn't she wearing any panties? I was not supposed to be seeing this! I'm her brother!

Another of the witches came up to us, walking right through the green flames as if they were nothing. The same tall horse who'd lit the fire. "Need some assistance with your thrall, Sister Scarletwound?"

"Just a little more time," Alice said. "See?" She pointed down at my sheath, where the pointed red tip of my cock was just starting to emerge. "I'm almost there!"

The horse leaned in close to Alice's ear, but I could still hear what she said: "We have already been waiting more than long enough, Sister. Allow me..."

I'd thought - feared ... and hoped? - that this horse witch would come over and help Alice out, maybe give me a handjob or even a blowjob. But no. Nothing that fun. Nothing to take my mind off of what was apparently about to happen between me and my sister. Instead, the other witch pulled a vial from her belt. Alice had a belt just like it, holding a few vials full of weird-colored liquids. The horse witch popped the cork off of the top, revealing the deep, deep red contents within. I was worried she was going to try and make me drink it, but all she did was waft it under my nose.

It smelled nice actually. Really sweet. Like the scent of cotton candy almost. But as I breathed in that smell ... something changed within me. It was like a fire was suddenly bursting to life in my lungs ... and then my belly. I gasped! What the yiff was in that stuff? I moaned... I just couldn't help it. If I'd opened my mouth, it might have ended up as more of a growl, even. And the burning spread through my whole body, making my limbs jerk against the restraints. Involuntarily, I thrusted my hips outward toward my sister, and as I did so, my cock rocketed_out of my sheath. One second it was barely peeking out of my sheath, the next second, it was jutting up at full mast, knot already swelling at the base and everything. I _groaned, tugging at the straps, no room in my head for anything but bestial need. If I wasn't tied down, I probably would have already ripped Alice's clothes off, pinned her down, and shoved my cock into any hole I could find. I just couldn't control myself! What the yiff was in that vial? Super-viagra or something?

"There," the horse said smugly, "_much_better." She corked her little vial again and put it back in her belt. "If you ever need any help, just ask. It's what sisters are for."

Thanks to that strange scent coursing through my brain, I was suddenly having very different ideas about what sisters were for... I could still see Alice's pussy through the slit in her dress. The way my vision was narrowing, that was just about the only thing I could see. It was all my eyes could process.

As the horse witch left, Alice once again came up close to me. She looked a little nervous this time ... especially nervous about getting close to my angrily throbbing - and already dripping - cock. "It's okay," she said. Her trembling hand touched my shaft, holding me gently. "Don't worry. Just, um, try to pretend that I'm somebody else, okay?"

She must not have known the effects that red juice was having on me. I didn't care anymore that she was my sister. I didn't care who she was. Everything within me was simply screaming_to BREED her. Nothing else mattered. I strained against the straps, thrusting my cock through her hand, rubbing myself against her fingers. Already I felt as if I was close. So close... So close to that needy, willing, supple, vulnerable, _fertile pussy of hers... If only I could reach her, if only I could ram my cock into her and fill her and claim her as mine forever! 'Turn around and bend over!' I wanted to scream at her ... but it only came out as a strained growl. There was no more room in my head for speech, for words ... no more room for anything but pumping this vixen in front of me full of the most potent cum my body could give.

Alice didn't turn around, and she didn't bend over. Instead, she came closer while still facing me, still holding my cock in her hand. Her other hand came up and brushed my cheek. "Okay," she said, her voice quivering. "I'm ... I'm going to do it now."

Yes! Do it! Do it now! Do it right now! She should have done it ages ago! Why the yiff wasn't my cock inside my sister's pussy yet? I had to take her! I had to breed her! I had to ruin her! The straps around my limbs creaked under the strain of my basest instincts.

And then it happened. The unholy miracle. Alice stood up on her tip-toes for a moment, pressing even closer to me ... and I felt the hot slickness of her wet pussy lips against my tip.

Instantly_I pushed my hips upward with every ounce of strength I had. There wasn't much to give - I'd already been straining toward her as hard as I could. But that one extra push was _just a bit more. It let me get just a bit closer. And it let me push just the tip of my cock inside her.

Alice gasped. For a brief moment - just a flash - I could see through the red haze in my brain. I could see the sun-kissed orange fur of my sister's face, the sparkling of her green eyes, all the more accentuated by the light of the green flames. She was staring at me so innocently, and yet so lustfully. She looked surprised to feel the tip of my cock inside her, perhaps even slightly betrayed ... but there was also a deep, underlying need. She wanted it ... she wanted me. And she ... she hadn't sniffed any of that red stuff. Oh yiff! Was Alice ... was Alice into me?

That flash faded as fast as the fire flickered though. The moment she let a little more of my cock slip inside her, the moment I felt my shaft sliding against the heat of her inner walls, the beast was back. The whole fixture holding me in place jolted slightly as I renewed my efforts to jam my cock as deep inside my sister's pussy as I could get it.

Not very deep, actually. I'd already been straining at the limits. That heroic effort only brought me the slightest smidgen deeper inside her ... but it still felt incredible.

And it was affecting her, too. Even through just the tip of my cock, I could feel the way her body shuddered. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment. I felt her hands running up underneath my shirt to feel my belly and my chest as she slowly - carefully - slid closer.

It was agonizing, having that burning primal need inside me and yet having to wait as she only gradually_let my cock enter her body. And the tantalizing tickles of her fingertips under my shirt didn't help either. It was as if she was tracing searing-hot lines in there. Every part of me _yearned_for her touch and yet, strangely, I couldn't bear the feeling of her touching me. Of her holding power over me. I was supposed to be grabbing her, bending her, _breeding her! This waiting, this slow gentleness ... it was unbearable!

Thankfully, though, Alice _was_drawing closer. The agony of waiting grew more bearable as more of my shaft slipped inside her, as more of her inner warmth hugged me. Until, finally, her pussy lips rested against the bulge of my knot.

"Evan," she whispered, her body shaking against me. "I... I didn't know it would feel like this." Her eyes opened, gazing deep into mine. "Do you... Do you think that we--?"

She didn't get to finish her question. The beast had gotten an idea. Now that she'd come this close to me, I could pull back - to the little extent these straps would allow - without actually pulling out of her. And pulling back would mean I could thrust back in. Not even slightly in control of myself, I acted on that thought before it was even fully formed, yanking my cock back and brutally thrusting it back in.

Alice's whole body jolted upward from the force of me slamming back inside her. She yelped! Her hands dug into my chest fur!

Again and again I pounded into her, not caring in the slightest how she might feel about it. All I cared about was more! Harder! Deeper! Faster! Fill her! Breed her! Break her! My teeth locked into an ugly snarl and sweat broke out on my body. I was definitely going to be sore later from using all these unaccustomed muscles so yiffing hard, but it didn't matter in the moment. In that moment, I felt like I had superpowers, like I could do this for days on end and knock up a hundred girls without the slightest pause in between, with my sister first and foremost on the list.

She wasn't taking it well. Her body was a shuddering wreck, pulsing in tune with every savage thrust inside her. She could barely hold herself up. Her face fell down against my shoulder; I could feel her drool soaking through my pajama shirt.

And as she collapsed against me, that only gave me more ability to have my way with her. My tightly swollen knot battered_against her entrance, trying over and over to ram its way in. She was too tight for that. Much too tight. It was only supposed to swell _after I was inside her. But that didn't stop the beast. The beast inside me knew that if he just tried hard enough...

With a shuddering cry, Alice came. It was just too much for her. Maybe I would have seen it coming if the beast had been paying any attention to how she felt, how she was tensing up... But in the moment, it came to me as a surprise to feel the pulses of her pussy squeezing around my shaft, to feel her body shuddering, to feel her warm wetness squirting against my crotch. I breathed in the scent of her orgasm, exhaling in almost a roar with another powerful thrust that only served to give her another little aftershock orgasm.

But now that she'd gotten off, now that her pussy had relaxed a little ... now was my chance. And the red raging beast in my head liked nothing better than seizing chances...

With every last possible reserve of strength I had left, I gave one last massive thrust. And this time, my knot squeezed into her with a tangible pop.

Alice screamed_when it happened, but there was no going back now. She was too weak - still shaking from her orgasm. I pushed myself deeper inside her, even though I had nothing left to give. It lifted her off the ground slightly. My own orgasm was close. _Very close. That tightly squeezing heat around my knot was driving me to orgasm faster than I'd ever thought possible, triggering breeding instincts that had nothing to do with that witch's brew...

Just barely beginning to recover, Alice lifted her head and looked into my eyes. "Evan, I... I never told you ... but I--"

My visceral, open-mouthed roar drowned out whatever she was trying to say. It was like every ounce of strength in my body suddenly flowed inward, sucking in toward my belly, then downward. The pressure was unbearable. My eyes locked onto my sister's, and I suddenly didn't need to hear what she said. I could tell just by looking at her. When I came inside her, I came like I never had before in my life. The throbbing of my cock made her whole body shake. I could feel my cum gushing into her like a geyser and filling her to the brim. But that wasn't good enough. It would _never_be enough. It kept coming, each long, streaming pulse producing more than any whole orgasm I'd ever had before, over and over again.

And with her entrance tightly bound against my knot, there was nowhere for it to go. I felt a savage joy as I felt her belly start to swell against mine. It was as if she was already pregnant, already showing! The beast inside me surged with joy at such visceral proof of the deed being done ... and that came with one extra-huge surge of cum, overfilling my already-overfilled sister even more.

And then ... then the beast was gone, as if it had flowed out of me with that last stream of cum. No more red rage. No more unbearable urge to breed. Now it was just me again. Me ... and my cock, still knotted inside my sister.

I stared down at her, my eyes suddenly going wide. "Oh shit! Alice! I didn't--"

Her hand clamped down on my muzzle. "Ssh!" But her eyes met mine ... with that unmistakable 'we'll talk about this later' look of hers.

So, for now, I just tried to relax and let the restraints hold me up. I was grateful for the support. It felt as if my whole body was made of jelly. If they unbuckled the straps, I'd probably wobble for a moment and then fall flat onto the floor ... flat as a puddle ... it might feel good to be a puddle right about now ... nice warm rippling puddle...

"Sister Angelsin," the old badger's scratchy voice said, "administer the test."

The tall horse witch was beside us again suddenly. I couldn't muster any energy to care about the way she looked down at my sister's swelling belly ... or about the view she must be getting of the base of my cock embedded inside my sister's pussy. I kind of felt like I should be embarrassed about it ... but being embarrassed just seemed like way too much effort right now...

The horse knelt down and touched a strangely faceted crystal against the swell of Alice's belly. The crystal started glowing blue. Was that a good sign?

"Yes, Sister Thornheart," the witch said. "The field is fertile, and the seed will take root. Sister Scarletwound is ready."

I couldn't see the badger, not from my limited direction of view, but the approval was very evident in her voice. "Excellent. Excellent. Come, Sister Scarletwound. Come and join your sisters. Claim your rightful place among the Circle of the Sacred Flame."

Alice tried to move. But she couldn't. My knot was still holding tightly inside her, locking in the obscenely huge load of cum. She tugged, but still didn't come free. Sheepishly, she looked behind her. "I, um... I might need just a minute. You know ... canid anatomy."

There were a few badly shushed snickers and giggles around the room, but overall they sounded pretty understanding. And, thankfully, now that the raging red beast was gone from inside me, it didn't seem like it would take too long. Luckily, the intensity of me knotting my sister was nowhere near the intensity of that insane orgasm. Even while my head was still spinning, my cock began to soften.

The moment it had subsided even in the slightest, Alice strained again, pulling upward. And this time it worked. With a sudden jolt, she popped free.

Cum _poured_out under her dress, but she completely ignored it. She barely even took time to straighten the dress so that the side slit was on the side again before masterfully striding over to the old badger ... leaving a splattered white trail as she walked.

For my own part, I was left there, still strapped in, my messy and still mostly-hard cock on full display for a room full of witches, since my pajama pants were still pulled down around my thighs. I couldn't bring myself to care. After what they'd just seen what did it matter, being exposed like this? Let them see my cock slowly drooping as my cum and my sister's juices drizzled off of it. And some of them were looking. A few of them were looking very appreciatively. Whatever. At the moment, it felt like it would be years before I ever got horny again. If ever. It was like all of my sex drive had already been completely drained out of me.

"I humbly accept the burden of the Sacred Flame," Alice said, kneeling and holding her hands out toward the old badger.

But the badger just pushed her hands away and pulled her back upright. "No. The Sacred Flame can never be given. If the seed of demons and the seed of demon's bane have truly taken root inside you, then the Flame already lives within you. Call it forth, Sister Scarletwound. You have already been taught the way. Now show the coven that you are worthy!"

Alice stood up. Took a deep breath. Raised her hands toward the ceiling...

In a flash, a swell of green flame appeared in her hands, floating just above her fingertips. She lowered it, holding it in front of herself, showing it off to all the other witches.

I stared. How could I not? So that was like ... like real_magic then, right? Because I sure didn't know any kind of pyrotechnics that could make a flame like that. Her hands should have been burnt to a crisp already ... but it didn't seem to hurt her at all. _I could feel the heat of her flame all the way from here. Holy shit ... was this ... was all of this real? I did not have the energy to deal with something like that right now!

Alice glanced back at me with a little bit of a grimace, still holding her flame. Yeah ... we were definitely going to have to talk about this later.

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