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Witches' Flight
a Dariarotica fic
by
Mr. Bigglesworth
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Daria adjusted the hat again, frowned at herself in the mirror, paused, tried adjusting it again, and stuck her tongue out at herself. It wasn't much of a Halloween costume, she thought: basically just her high school graduation gown and a dime-store witch's hat. Jane had talked her into it though -- attending a Halloween party at BFAC, supposedly in matching costumes. She'd have to get going soon, though, if she was going to meet her friend on time...
Much to Daria's relief, no one much paid attention to one more "witch" on the busride across town. As she knocked on the door to Jane's dorm room she wondered whether her friend had done her costume the same way. Not even close, she realized, as Jane opened the door.
"I should've known," said Daria, stepping inside.
"That I'd be putting a bit of...effort...into my costume, amiga? Think of the competition I've got here at BFAC -- have to retain my artistic reputation, you know," replied Jane, closing the door behind her.
"Uh, I suppose you could put it that way," said Daria, running her eyes up and down Jane's figure, taking-in the details of her costume.
To put it mildly, Jane's costume was somewhat nontraditional. And unlike Daria's somewhat cobbled-together approach, she obviously had put a good deal of time and effort into it. From the short skirt to the shoulders, the black dress Jane was wearing hugged her figure like a second skin, contrasting with the sheer, billowing long sleeves. The dress dipped low in the front, accentuating Jane's cleavage (such of it as she had, thought Daria), with several cutouts running down the front, the lowest opening out just above Jane's navel and closing down....must've gone in for bikini waxing, thought Daria. There were slits up the side of the dress' skirt, and Jane was wearing a pair of high, black, high-heeled boots. Oh, and of course there was the pointy hat to go with it...about the only thing that makes it even nominally a witch costume, Daria thought.
"It's...quite an outfit, Jane," Daria finally finished.
"Oh, it's not done yet," Jane replied.
Daria watched without comment as Jane walked over to the dresser, got out a small container of something and...did something to the front of herself. Daria frowned, trying to tell from the back what Jane was doing.
"That looks about right," said Jane finally. "Voila, amiga!" she continued, spinning around to face Daria.
"Is this an example of that 'fair warning' concept of which I sometimes hear?" asked Daria. Jane had body-painted a bright red hourglass between her bellybutton and the not-quite-indecently low bottom edge of her dress' lowest cutout. Jane snickered at the comment.
"Well, guess that's it...ready to brave some social interaction?" asked Jane. "Wait, almost forgot!" she added, ducking down and pulling something out from under her bed. A long, thin something...with bristles at one end....
"A broom?" asked Daria. Not just any broom, she realized, looking more closely, a plastic toy replica of a broom from a certain movie...based on a certain series of books...
"Also known in some circles as a prop," Jane interrupted Daria's train of thought. "Besides, every witch needs a good broom to stir her cauldron with."
Daria got the feeling there was some kind of double meaning there, but she didn't have time to pursue the thought as Jane opened the door and led her out of the room and outside.
Daria frowned as they left Jane's dorm. "Sure you don't want to take a coat?" she asked. The late autumn New England evening was more than a little brisk...she didn't feel it, much, but then she was wearing the same outfit she always did beneath her old graduation gown. That thing Jane was wearing, though...
"Oh, Daria, what kind of artist would I be if I weren't willing to suffer for my art?" retorted Jane. "Besides, the cold'll help complete the effect."
Daria was about to ask what effect Jane was talking about when she noticed, along with the gooseflesh that must have been arising over most of her friend's body, Jane's nipples suddenly showing very clearly through the thin, tight fabric of her dress. Daria shook her head and muttered something Jane didn't catch, or ask about.
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The party didn't go nearly as badly as Daria had feared it might: not only did she actually speak to a few people, rather than spending the entire time off in a corner commenting to herself on others, she barely felt resentful at all of the much higher level of interest Jane attracted. After all, Daria reasoned, most of the people there were already friends of Jane's, Jane had more experience in social situations, and, well, there was also the matter of her costume...
Back at Jane's dorm room, they talked-over how the evening had gone, how classes were at their respective schools, the fact that Jane's roommate was away for the weekend, all sorts of things to try and extend their time together. Since they were at different schools, even though it was in the same city, they weren't able to see each other nearly as often as either of them would've liked. Eventually, the topic of conversation turned to their costumes.
"How did you get all that together, anyway Jane?" asked Daria, gesturing at Jane's outfit. "I have to admit I was kind of expecting something more along the lines of...well...uh..." Daria sort of looked down at herself.
"Hey, that's not bad, Daria," Jane reassured her. "Especially given that I only sprang the matching themes idea on you a few days ago. So you saved your graduation robe too?"
"Yeah, don't really know why, though," responded Daria. "It's not like Lawndale High's something I carry a lot of fond memories of."
"Well, at least it came in handy for something," said Jane. "To answer your original question, though, I'm pretty sure the hat's from the same rack at Drugs 'n' Stuff yours came from. Rented the boots from a costume shop, and the main feature--" Jane made a sweeping gesture down her body, taking in the dress -- such of it as there was -- "I cut and sewed from a little black dress that used to belong to Summer. Good thing I was able to stay awake through DeMartino's home economics class. Oh, and the body paint was courtesy of a Theater Arts class I'm taking. Sortof a last-minute improvisation."
"What about your prop and, uh, cauldron-stirrer?" asked Daria, gesturing at the plastic toy broom lying next to her on the bed.
To Daria's surprise, Jane actually colored a little, and averted her gaze as she said "yeah, that's, um, mine."
"Aren't you a little old to be playing with toy witches' brooms?" asked Daria.
"As opposed to dressing up in a witch costume?" asked Jane, raising an eyebrow.
"Touché," Daria replied. "How much did something like that set you back, anyway?"
"About thirty bucks," Jane admitted. "Not all that cheap, really."
"You could say that," said Daria, "especially for something you're only going to be using once a year, if that."
"Oh, it's got other uses--" Jane began, then hastily cut herself off, blushing slightly again.
Then, suddenly, something seemed to occur to Jane, as her expression changed to a sly sort of smile. She leaned over and picked the broom up off the bed. "Care to go for a spin?" she asked.
"Are you crazy?" asked Daria.
"Of course I am," retorted Jane. "And you know you're supposed to humor crazy people when they're standing between you and the only exit, so why not climb aboard?" Jane swung one leg over the handle of the broom and stood astride it, holding onto it by the sort of knob at the end of the handle. Most of the broom was projecting out behind her, plenty of room for a passenger there...
For a long moment, Daria continued to sit on the edge of the bed, while Jane stood astride the broom, looking at her expectantly. Finally, Daria stood, arranged to robe of her costume, and said "in the interest of broadening my horizons, I have decided to participate in the witches' traditional broomstick flight on All Hallow's Eve."
Daria then crossed the room to where Jane stood, adjusted her gown, swung a leg over the broom and stood there astride it, arms at her sides.
"Whee," she said in a flat monotone.
"Better hang onto me," said Jane. "Wouldn't want you falling off."
A little reluctantly, and somewhat stiffly, Daria wrapped her arms around Jane's midsection as if she were riding behind her on a motorbike, or horseback.
"And we'd better make sure the ride's properly adjusted," added Jane, reaching behind herself, and beginning to fiddle with Daria's costume.
"Uh, Jane..." began Daria uncertainly.
"Let me guess," said Jane, a look of concentration on her face, "you wore your usual outfit under your robe."
"Of course I did, Jane, it was cold out and besides, why wouldn't I-- gaah!"
Without further explanation, Jane finished adjusting the way Daria's gown and, beneath it, skirt hung, then reached behind Daria, took hold of the broom and pulled it sharply upward, so that its handle was in firm contact with both their bodies. Because of the way Jane had arranged Daria's costume, it rode right up both the "witch's robe" and Daria's skirt, ending up pressed firmly against her flesh through...thin enough fabric to make it readily evident to Daria that the plastic was rather cold.
"Uh, Jane, what do you think you're doing?" she asked.
By way of response, Jane glanced back over her shoulder, smirked a little, and said "hang on tight, amiga! Up, up and awaaay!"
Daria frowned, and was in the process of trying to come up with a suitably pithy response when Jane...did something to the broom and it began to vibrate, thrumming with a surprisingly powerful buzz between both girls' legs.
"Eep!" squeaked Daria, reflexively clutching Jane tighter. Jane chuckled softly.
Daria suddenly realized this particular broom might have other uses than as a Halloween costume prop. While no prude, she'd never used a vibrator before, and was surprised by how intense the sensations were. Even as part of her all but shouted for her to leap off of the broom and run, that she ought to be completely freaked out by what was going on, a combination of inertia and curiosity held her in place. That, and the fact that she could already feel her body beginning to respond -- a realization that had the little internal voice shouting all the louder, though still she remained in place.
And Daria wasn't the only one responding to the vibration. The first couple of times she felt Jane press back against her, Daria thought it was her imagination, or maybe just random shifts of her body in maintaining balance. As it kept happening, in fact acquired a rhythm, Daria realized Jane was moving back and forth along the segment of the broom's handle she was riding...was actually...grinding on it.
Once again Daria almost leapt off the broom and ran for it, but instead, slowly, carefully, trying her best to be subtle about it, she...tried something. Daria was sitting on the rear part of the broom's handle, where it dipped down into a curve that formed sort of a saddle. Shifting her own body around so that the vibrating broom handle was pressed against a particularly sensitive spot, Daria slowly pushed herself forward, so that the sharp bend at the front of the "saddle" pressed into that spot, trying to ignore her friend's butt pushing back against her more and more rapidly...Daria caught her breath as she pressed herself against the source of the vibrations, felt the sensations from them strengthen. She tried backing the pressure off a little, then pressed forward again, teasing herself...
Suddenly, Jane ceased her by now quite rapid back-and-forth rocking on one of the forward strokes, and her body stiffened as if she were straining towards something. Jane gave a sharp lurch, as if she'd lost her balance and caught herself, her breath going out in a long, deep exhalation as she did, then bent forwards a little bit, and took a series of deep ragged breaths that ended with a last sudden little twitch or jerk, followed by a long sigh.
With a start, Daria realized what had just happened. Once more the little internal voice told her to freak out and throw herself off the broom. This time it was drowned out almost completely by...well...Daria was, herself, more than slightly close. In fact, by the time Jane had climaxed Daria was grinding herself against the vibrating broom with nearly as much gusto as her friend had mustered, and, presently, her hands clutched reflexively (with the accidental effect of pulling Jane tightly against her) as her own body stiffened. A sudden reflexive bucking of her hips sent Daria bending sharply forward.
"Mnnf!" she exclaimed, muffling her vocalization into Jane's shoulder. Shivering, panting as if she'd just run a marathon, Daria took a moment to recover -- then suddenly let go of Jane and pushed herself backwards off of the broom, blushing deeply, trying to catch her breath...
"Oh God. Oh my God. I just...we just...did we just have sex? Oh my God, I just had sex with my best friend. Oh my God," said Daria, standing in the middle of the floor of Jane's room in something like a state of shock.
Jane removed the broom from the "riding" position, switching off its vibrating element as she did, and leaned it against her desk. She started towards Daria, intending to physically comfort her, but realized that might not be the best way to head off her friend's incipient freakout...though she wasn't quite sure what would be the best way...
At about that point, Daria recovered enough of her composure to put to rest the worst of Jane's worries. Frowning deeply, Daria said "not a word of this to anyone, Jane -- ever!"
"Oh, Daria, relax," said Jane. "I'm not exactly inclined to run out and tell everyone I know about what just now happened." She smiled mischievously. "And in the unlikely event it ever does come up in conversation, I'll just tell the plain, unvarnished truth about what happened."
Daria glared daggers at Jane.
"I'll say I let you borrow my vibrator," Jane finished, her smile broadening as she saw Daria relax visibly.
"Uh, thanks, Jane," Daria finally said. She paused, then added, "um, how much did you say those brooms went for, again?"
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FIN
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Disclaimers: Daria and all ancilliary characters are the property of MTV/Viacom. I just borrow them every so often for strictly non-profit purposes
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