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There's a Bad Bloom On the Rise	By : jackrabbit Category: +S through Z > W.I.T.C.H. Views: 6168 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 5 --- Bungee Love

Bloom grinned. “I live to serve.” She said the incantation and the dong appeared. Irma took it in her mouth and Bloom laid back and enjoyed the feel of Irma’s lips and tongue. As she looked up at the ceiling she noticed a silvery object attached to it.
She poked Irma and pointed. “What’s that? It looks like a hook is supposed to go there.”
“That’s what it’s for. The person who had this room before we moved here was an invalid of some kind. Old or handicapped, I don’t know. But in any case the former owners had that put in for a pulley or something to help get the person in or out of bed. Dad said it’s strong, because it’s in a jost.”
“Jost? What’s that?”
“Oh, wait, that’s not right. It’s called joist. I don’t know what that means, except that it can hold a lot of weight. Enough for both of us together, I think.”
“Oh, really?” Bloom thought about it for a few seconds. “That sounds like it could be useful.”
“Leave it to your perverted mind to think of using it for sex.” Irma grinned at her. “Fortunately, my perverted mind already thought of it.” She got up from the bed and went to her dresser. Rummaging around in the bottom of a drawer, she pulled out a bungee cord with a handle on one end and a hook on the other. Then she went to the closet and retrieved something that looked like a plastic pole.
“This is used to change light bulbs without a ladder, but I found another use for it.” She extended the bulb-changer, attached the hook to the end, and carefully lifted it up to the eye in the ceiling. With the ease of long practice, she got the hook into the eye on the first try, leaving a bungee cord, complete with grip, hanging over the bed.
Irma dropped the rod onto the floor and made a theatrical “how do you like that?” sort of gesture.
Bloom was duly impressed. “I applaud your ability to pervert ordinary household items for sex.”
“Well, they won’t let me into an adult store to buy sex toys. So I have to make my own.”
Irma returned to the task of giving Bloom a hardon.
“Turn around and let me do you too,” Bloom said between moans. “I’m guessing you don’t want to be dry-humped.”
“I’m already pretty wet, but I never turn down a good licking.” She returned the dick to her mouth, then turned her body around on it to give Bloom access to her happy place.
It took virtually no time before Bloom was hard. Irma popped the dick out and started slow licks the entire length of the shaft. Given the size of the thing, it was a fair amount of head movement. Then she sucked the balls while lightly jerking.
On the other end, Bloom gave Irma long licks as well, while gently rubbing the clit with one hand. The other hand had two fingers inside, one in each orifice.
Both girls moaned while stimulating the other. Periodically one had to stop for a few seconds and just enjoy the sensations flowing through her lower body.
Finally Bloom stoppped, gasping. “Unless you want us to cum this way, I think it’s time for your acrobat routine.”
“Well, there’s nothing wrong with cumming from a sixty-nine, but I guess if I went to the trouble of setting up the bungee, I might as well use it.”
Irma sat on Bloom’s dick, slowly working it into herself. She hadn’t had one this size since Alfea. The Phallic Guardian equipment was almost as big, but not quite. She bounced up and down on it the normal way first, establishing the rhythm and noting how far she was moving in either direction. Then she reached up to the grip for the bungee cord, which was big enough for both of her hands. She didn’t put her weight on it right off, just held it at first, then gradually transitioned to it, shifting her weight from her legs to her arms. Using the bungee to enhance the bouncing allowed her to slam down on Bloom a lot harder and faster with no more effort on her part.
Bloom of course noticed the difference as Irma landed on her with more force, reacting to every stoke. “Uh! Uh! Uh! Ohhhhhh. This is awesome!”
After a few more strokes, Irma did something that surprised her even more. As Irma hit the bottom and started to bounce back up, she pushed sideways with her leg, causing her to rotate around her vertical axis and spin around the dick while she was at the top of the stroke. Her back had been to Bloom, but when she came down she had reversed the direction she was facing and was now looking at the fairy, grinning at the astonished look on her face.
After a few stokes in the facing position, Irma did another midair reversal and had her back to Bloom again, still not breaking her rhythm. She changed her facing direction several more times, forward, backward, and sideways, always careful not to hit Bloom with her feet.
“Wow,” Bloom said in awe. “You’ve done this a lot!”
“And I almost never kick anyone in the face.”
“Well, that’s comforting to know. I think.”
“Hay Lin especially loves this stunt. We never do anything else when she sleeps over.”
The hard bouncing was doing a number on Bloom’s dick. “I don’t think I’m going to last long this way. You’ve got my dong on overdrive.”
“That’s okay. I won’t either. It’s pretty intense for me too.”
After a few more minutes of pounding and wild reversals, Bloom realized that it was just about over. “I’m gonna cum!”
“That’s okay,” Irma panted. “Go ahead, I’m right behind ya. You’ll stay hard long enough for me.”
Bloom gave in to the demands of her balls and groaned as the dick started gushing cum into Irma. Since Irma was upright and was pretty much filled up by it, much of the goo poured back out of her and ran down the full length of the shaft.
Irma went only a few more strokes before her own orgasm hit. “Nnnngahhhhh.” She stopped actively bouncing, but of course the bungee went a few strokes on its own until the momentum ran out. Then Irma just hung there, gasping for breath. She happened to finish in a facing position, so she let go of the grip and fell forward onto Bloom.
The two girls laid there in each other’s arms for a little while, wiped out. Then they stirred.
Bloom grinned at Irma. “Well, what now? Do you have a trapeze too? Do you want to fire me out of a cannon?”
“You already fired your cannon.”
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Irma and Bloom sat in the car waiting for Tom to take them over to Corny’s.
“So how did you guys figure out how to get dongs?” Bloom asked curiously. “At Alfea you couldn’t do that.”
“Will asked the guys at Kandrakar. They told her to use a different phrase when we transformed, but they didn’t know what it should be. The last bunch of Guardians didn’t hang around with sex-crazed fairies and had never asked for dongs. So we had to experiment with different likely phrases. We came up in some really weird states until we found the right one, which was ‘phallic guardians’.”
“Weird states? Like what?”
“Well, the first attempt was ‘male guardians’. You can guess what happened that time. We came up as actual guys. Problem was, we still had the same girly costumes, and looked like we had stepped off a float in a Gay Pride parade. I wanted to light a couple of farts in celebration of our masculinity, but Will changed us back to normal right away. At least I got a chance to look in a mirror first. It was fucking bizarre seeing myself as a guy.”
Bloom giggled. “You should have taken a picture. I would like to have seen that.”
“The next try was even stranger. This time Will tried ‘shemale guardians’. Only thing is, the Heart is just a thing and doesn’t understand English well enough for slang terms. It knew we were to be a mixture of male and female, but didn’t know exactly how. So it was backwards. Instead of girls with dicks, we were guys with pussies. And again with the costumes. That was too weird even for me, so I didn’t object to being changed back that time.”
“Sounds like quite an experience. I’m glad you finally figured it out.”
They had to drop the conversation about magical dong quests as Frank open the door and plopped into the driver’s seat. “Sorry you girls had to wait so long to visit your friends. I was pretty wiped out.”
“It’s okay, Dad, ” Irma said. “We understand you had a rough night. Thanks for taking us now.”
“Do they know anything about the rapists yet, Mr. Lair?” Bloom asked on the way to Corny’s place. “Descriptions? How many? Anything?”
“I don’t know. I wasn’t involved with the questioning of the victims. I spent most of the night driving them from the crime scene down to the station. And to the hospital. Usually when I saw them it was right after the assault occurred and they were in no condition to be talking to anyone. I’ve never encountered so many hysterical women in such a short period of time. I won’t know much more than you about the details until I go back to the station.”
In front of Cornelia’s house, Irma and Bloom were surprised when Tom turned off the ignition and prepared to open his door.
“You don’t have to escort us to the door, Dad,” Irma protested. “It’s only a few yards. Just watch us until we go in.”
“It’s not just that. I want to talk to the Hales.”
Cornelia’s dad answered the door. “Hello, Tom, girls. Nice to see you. C’mon in. Everybody’s watching the news in the living room.”
“Hi, Howard. Yeah, I don’t doubt last night is all over the local news.”
“Networks too. The weird aspects of these cases gave them national attention.”
“Weird aspects?” Tom echoed. “You mean the number of cases?”
Howard looked at Tom curiously. “The cases are weird by themselves. You’re on the force and you didn’t know?”
“I didn’t get details last night and I’ve been asleep since then.”
“Okay. Well, it’s easier to just watch it rather than explain. We have Headline News on and they repeat every half hour. It’s almost that now. Stay and watch if you like.”
“Thanks, I’ll do that. By the way, I wanted to tell you and Elizabeth how sorry I am about this and I want to assure you that the department will do everything in its power to track down the man who hurt Cornelia.”
“I appreciate that, Tom. Though I’m not sure if ‘man’ is the right word.”
“Huh?”
But Howard had already turned away and was leading them toward the family room.
Everyone was gathered around the TV, including the Guardians, Flora, and Cornelia’s mom. The sound was off because sports news was on at the moment.
Bloom plopped down beside Flora, who was sitting on a pillow on the floor, and held her hand. “How are you doing? I haven’t seen you since it happened.”
“Okay, I guess. I was really tired from the police station, but I feel better after a good night’s sleep.” She did seem in better spirits. “There’s something strange going on with these other rapes, though. I’m kinda worried about that, starting to get a weird vibe.”
“Strange how? Mr. Hale said that too.”
Will butted in. “They are saying on the news that the rapists are transsexuals. The victims have been pretty incoherent, but consistent in saying that the attackers appeared to be women. At least those who saw the attackers at all. Yet they also claimed that the attackers were not using strapons or dildos to rape them, but actual living dicks. And of course transsexuals are the only kind of women with dicks that they know about.”
Bloom gave her a wild-eyed look at this bizarre news. Yet she was not so stunned that she didn’t catch the nuance of Will’s words when she said “that they know about” instead of “that exist.”
Before she could ask anything else, the sports shit was over and the real news resumed. Somebody turned the sound back on.
“Now back to our lead story,” the anchor said, “the overnight wave of rapes in Heatherfield. CNN has received new information from the authorities in the beleaguered city, details that make the story stranger than ever. The victims are consistently claiming that both of the rapists wear costumes instead of regular clothes, leading authorities to believe that this may be some sort of cult. These costumes are skimpy, and while they are different in design, they are similar in some ways. Both have peculiar sparkle effects, as if the costume contains tiny embedded lights that flash in a random pattern. These attacks took place at night, making color difficult to determine, but most of the victims are certain the costumes are black in the first place.”
Bloom gasped and exchanged horrified glances with Flora. She whispered in her friend’s ear. “Oh, my fucking god. They’re wearing black.”
Flora had gone pale. “Yeah. We know what that means. But it explains why they are out raping people.”
The news anchor went on. “But according to the testimony, the strangest part of all is that the costumes have wings attached to them. These wings are not long and fluffy like those associated with angels, but short and gossamer such as those on a dragonfly. In fact, they are reminiscent of the wings of a certain Disney character. Because of this resemblance, these perpetrators have already been dubbed the Tinker Bell Rapists.”
The anchor continued, talking about the efforts of the police to apprehend these deranged assailants and about their appeals to the women of Heatherfield to use caution when going out, especially at night.
Will poked Bloom in the ribs. “Do we need to talk?”
Bloom nodded, and the two of them got up from the floor, motioning to the other girls that they should come along. “We’re going up to my room,” Cornelia told the adults. “I have a TV up there.”
“Just remember what the police said,” her father responded. “None of you is to go out without an adult male. Don’t try to leave the house without telling us.”
“Got it, Dad.”
In Corny’s room, the seven girls lounged on the bed and whatever other free space they could find.
“Okay,” Will said. “I’m getting the impression we’re responsible for all this and the fairies seem to know more than we do about it.”
Bloom sighed. “Yeah, we are getting a pretty good idea who the rapists are now, we just don’t know the details. I’m sure that you noticed that the descriptions sound like us. Especially the skimpy costumes and wings. And the fact that their costumes are black pretty much tells us who we are dealing with.”
As always, Irma had a quip. “Fashion sense determines whether you are a rapist or not?”
“In this case, it’s a way to identify someone who is capable of pretty much anything. Flora, you explain it. I remember most of it, but I was kinda too close to the situation to have perspective.”
“All right, sweetie,” Flora said. “A few months ago we were fighting this guy named Lord Darkar. Seriously bad dude, wanted to take over everything like they always do, but this one came close to it. I’m not sure how he did it, but he managed to turn Bloom evil, and we wound up having to fight her. You know what kind of power she has, so we had a bitch of a time just surviving, much less defeating her. But finally Sky managed to turn her back to normal. And once we had Bloom back on our side, we were able to kick Darkar’s ass. Strangely enough, the witches helped, because Darkar fucked them over too.”
“But what about the black?” Cornelia persisted.
“When Bloom went Dark, her costume changed with her. Same style, but it went solid black. And her wings changed too. The shape was harsher, sharper, more like a winged demon or something. Her hair and face was about the same. Well, except for the constant sneer.”
Bloom took over again. “So it appears Dark Bloom is back, and it has to be because of the accident yesterday. It’s too much of a coincidence otherwise. And I’m guessing we have a Dark Flora now too, which is new. That didn’t happen the first time.”
“So you guys did create astral drops yesterday,” Hay Lin said. “The malfunction fucked them up. Then after they attacked Flora and Corny they just took off before we woke up and they went on a rampage later.”
“It looks that way,” Bloom conceded unhappily. “The only other explanation is that there were no drops and Flora and I ourselves went Dark last night, did all that, and then came back and returned to normal.”
“I doubt it,” Flora objected. “It took a hell of an effort for Darkar to turn you and for Sky to turn you back. It wasn’t something you could flip like a switch.”
“Besides,” Irma said, “Bloom was with me all night. I’m a light sleeper. If she had taken off in the middle of the night I would have known.”
“I agree,” Corny said. “I woke up about 2AM, and Flora was still there. It would take all night for even fairies to rape 10 women each.”
Taranee put in her bit. “And without drops, there’s no explanation for what happened to Flora and Corny, unless Bloom raped Flora, Flora raped Corny, then they went undark and laid there with the rest of us. That’s too nonsensical for words.”
Will drew up her legs and put her arms around them. “Okay, we’re dealing with Dark Drops. Now the question is: what in the hell do we do about this? This mess is our fault. We have to clean it up.” She noticed Taranee’s raised eyebrow. “Okay, it’s the fault of some of us. Since it’s not your fault, you don’t have to help.”
“Of course I will help,” Taranee said. “I guess it is kinda my fault. I should have objected harder.”
Bloom threw up her hands. “What are we gonna do? Say we go out there and catch them. What are we going to do with them? What kind of earth jail can hold a powerful magical creature? Somehow I doubt giving them a spanking and asking them to be nice is gonna work.”
“Maybe we can just say ‘astral drop’ and they will go away,” Hay Lin said hopefully. “You know, the way we normally get rid of them.”
“Get them reindeer off my roof,” Irma said. “There ain’t no Santy Clause. Sure we can try that, but do you really think it will work? There is nothing normal about this scene.”
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. The girls heard Elizabeth’s voice. “Girls?”
“Come on in, Mom,” Corny invited.
Elizabeth pushed the door open and stood there with a strange look on her face. “Girls, you better turn on the TV. They have composite sketches of the rapists.” Then she left.
The girls looked at each other in alarm. “Oh, shit, here we go.”
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