"What do you think Norma has planned for this year's Samhain ritual?" Kira asked innocently enough, huffing and puffing slightly. The little doe was a tad out of breath, trying to keep up with the long-legged heron woman through the hotel's hallways. They'd gotten lost several times already, and were close to being late.
"Trying to sleep with Lily, most likely," Wyn's dead-pan delivery made Kira pause to giggle.
"Oh you're awful! It's true though, that warty ol' gal is getting desperate..." The gossipy doe paused for a moment, before whispering, "Promise not to tell?"
Wyn barely nodded in affirmation, before Kira gushed, "A few months ago, must've been like... 2 AM? I get a text in the middle of a night. It was a booty call, from Norma! Misspelled and raunchy, I think she was drunk."
Wyn clucked in affirmation, "It's hard for salamander girls out there, I hear. All a hot little lizard has to do, is polish her scales like a hussy, and there will be a group on her like she was bitch in heat... but a squat, aging salamander lesbian? Poor thing."
"Well, maybe it's a perfect match, then. I've heard things about Lily too... Word is, she's got a drug habit, which is why she's always looking for a place to crash. If she's not careful, Norma may be volunteering to play 'mother' for a fluffy, little junkie," Kira mused, her voice growing more excited as she spoke.
Wyn stared at the deer woman a moment, indignantly squawking, "Jesus, Kira, do you talk about me like that when I'm not around? You know we're about to go hang out with them, right? How am I supposed to stay chill after hearing you talking all this shit? Fuck, now these weird rumors are all I'll be thinking of during the party. If there isn't enough booze, I get your share."
"Wait a second now, I-- Oh wait, we're here, room 598! Jeez, can you believe Norma paid for the Honeymoon suite?" Kira said, noticing that they'd arrived. Norma had been polite enough to schedule extra keys for all the ritual guests at the front desk, so they swiped the lock and let themselves inside, hearing voices murmuring ahead.
"Mmm, yes, that's like, totally fascinating," the cheetah woman purred, her tongue lapping into a large glass of wine.
Their salamander friend was sitting on a stool at the suite's impressive kitchenette, going on candidly, "Right, so I find you can use lots of household objects to dowse for energy ley-lines. Coat hangers, pipe cleaners, even bendable straws! I would advise you to check if you're sleeping on a ley-line, as that can cause-- Kiki! Wynnie! You're here, oh this is going to be such a special solstice!" Norma's bumpy checks were flushed, and her words had a very slight slur, indicating she'd been tying one on for some time before their arrival.
Wyn felt a bit creeped out by the pet names, but stayed positive, "Hey there... Normie! Wow, this place is amazing! This'll be a Samhain to remember, am I right?"
Norma wobbled off her stool, and waddled into a big group hug with the tall heron and petite Key deer. Lily just sat back, and continued busily licking up red wine.
After greetings were made, pleasantries said, wine uncorked, and latest events were caught up on, the quintet of anthro women broached the night's main event.
Kira got into it first, her energy-levels rising as the wine bottles emptied. The chirpy deer woman asked in a gush of words, "So, Norma, what've you got planned for us!? You said this was going to be a big one, biggest yet, right? Did you just mean the room? I love the room! How much did it cost? Oh, but that was improper to ask! What's the cauldron for?" The little Key deer pointed to the large, imposing cast-iron cauldron dominating the center of the luxuriant Honeymoon suite.
Norma's croaking, raspy voice was feverish with excitement and alcohol as she replied, "Oh, just you wait, Kira. In an hour we can start the ritual. This is going to be so much fun! You girls have no idea what you're in for, I've finally found it. After all these decades of research... the actual thing! Real, powerful magic!" While she spoke, Norma trundled off and returned with a huge leather-bound book, the small salamander gal almost struggling with the weighty tome. Kira and Wyn were squealing and clucking with excitement, but Lily looked reserved.
"Awh, but... the World Series is coming on then! I was hoping we could all see it together. I like watching everybody scurry around, chasing the ball..." Lily was so drunk at this point, her purring voice was almost garbled.
Rather than looking dismayed, Norma was emboldened, "Perfect! Perfect, my dear. We can do just that, watch the World Series-- In person!" The salamander struck a triumphant pose, bent wrists placed at her wide hips, smiling wide and eyes closed in satisfaction, before continuing, "Astral Projection, my dears! I've already tested it on my own, and I can vouch for the spell, it actually works! With all of us together, channeling our powers on this sacred day, the benediction should be even more powerful! Oh, I'm so excited!" Even Lily got into it at this point, clapping her paws and laughing like a giddy school-kitten.
After their roles and incantations were rehearsed, and the auspicious hour reached, Norma set up with the other witch girls around her prepared cauldron. To everyone's great pleasure, the wine did not run dry, and Norma had to quiet down her giggling companions to speak, "Right so, um, I didn't get into this part, but... we'll all have to get naked for our subtle bodies to properly detach and go out to explore. Don't worry, it'll be tight, but the the cauldron's big enough for all of us."
Wyn looked into the cauldron, and felt a bit intimidated about sharing the space with three other naked women. Despite their girlish shenanigans, Wyn wasn't interested in anything too extreme, she was a devout Wiccan, looking for fellows to express her beliefs with. She gave a little squawk of protest, "B-But, can't I just keep my panties on, or something? Are you bullshitting us, Norma? I've never heard about... naked astral projection!"
The salamander calmly waved away her good friend's concerns, replying, "Trust me, this is real magic, Wyn, you don't want to mess with the rules of the spell. I solemnly pledge that none of you will doubt me after we're done, if you'll just follow my instructions!" Norma's voice rose near the end of her sentence, the alcohol loosening her roiling emotions. "Now, strip, all of you! I've got to focus on getting the ingredients right, they have to be prepared and added to the cauldron properly!"
Lily's loose slip dress was off before Norma had barely finished, and the women couldn't help but notice the feline beauty wasn't wearing undergarments of any kind, her fluffy form displayed in its full, uninhibited glory. Kira felt both challenged and emboldened by the other girl, and nearly spilled over kicking off her short-shorts. Wyn was the last to comply, her feathered hands plaintively clutching at her breast modestly as he glanced at the other naked women. She felt like this was about to turn into some kind of lesbian orgy, and Wyn wasn't cool with that. She'd always secretly been worrying everyone at the coven were just a bunch of old, lonely, dykes trying to groom her into sex. But she trusted Kira... somewhat. After careful deliberation, and incessant cajoling from the inebriated cheetah, the heron began trepidatiously undoing the complex folds of her Thera dress.
The lanky heron was so nervous as she disrobed in front of the other girls, she accidentally plucked a feather out undoing her bra clasp. Eventually though, the four witch women were as naked as the various animals they had evolved from. Norma had finished dicing and pestling the cauldron's ingredients. Blessedly, none of the spell components were offensively smelly or slimy, considering the four women would be steeping in the brew, tightly huddled together. "Right girls, it's showtime! Lily tells me the Soccer game is just about to begin, so cardinal directions, everyone!" Norma was in her element, calling out ritual directions to her coven-sisters before cackling with profound glee.
Norma was quick to offer a helping hand to each of the nude ladies clambering up into the cast-iron cauldron, but Wyn was happy to do it unaided. They heard Norma reading the final invocation words from her 'book of spells', and then the bumpy-skinned salamander finally clambered in with them, a happy sparkle in Norma's big eyes as she settled in up close next to Lily. Kira tried to not look down at the yucky muck at her dainty hooves, noticing one of Wyn's downy plumes floating on the dark surface. Kira felt Wyn's wing trembling at her side, and the petite doe realized her friend was legitimately scared. Kira thought it was cute, considering this was probably just some audacious excuse of Norma's to get naked together. Lily was just hoping there was something narcotic in the brew, so they'd actually be going on an 'astral projection' trip.
None of the women, save Norma, were prepared for the glowing colors to begin erupting from the dark pool of magical witch's concoction at their feet. Norma was cackling with glee, rocking back and forth as Wyn clutched up to Kira tight. Lily's amber eyes opened wide, wondering if Norma had slipped her something, of if the psychedelic was just floating in the 'brew'. Suddenly, the water around them formed a perfectly reflective surface, the shimmering images of their various underboobs visible in the water before it materialized into a birds-eye view of a green, grassy field. Squawks and squeals of joy rang out from the cauldron's rim, as the four women realized they were looking at a Soccer game taking place, the colors of the team jerseys signifying it was Germany vs Brazil, the World Series match!
The four were gaping at the ongoing game below them, the view about twenty or so feet above the field. "Wait, you guys are seeing this too? This is so cool!" Lily yowled happily, gawking at the muscular players darting around underneath their bodies on the liquid's surface. Soon, they even heard the roaring of the stands and echoing of the announcer's speakers. The image began glowing, getting brighter and brighter, until Kira swore she could even smell the fresh-cut grass of the field underneath.
Even Norma seemed mystified now, remarking, "Wow, the ritually really is more powerful with your help! This is a much clearer image than I had before, and the sound's coming in too! It's so real I--Uaaahhh!" The scared salamander joined the chorus of worried yelps and squawks as gravity seemingly let out under them. Downward momentum suddenly gripped their cauldron, as the image flickered out and dimmed, the murky water no longer bearing any magical emanations. Their shared vessel slammed down with great force. Luckily, they were so tightly placed against the inner walls it just knocked the wind from their lungs and drenched them all completely wet. Norma finally spoke up, the other anthro women too scared to speak, "Huh, that was weird. Spell must of... overloaded or something. At least we're all okay... wait, do you guys still hear the Soccer game?"
All four of their heads looked up simultaneously, to see a dark night sky above their heads, surrounded by the glare of numerous nearby lights. Lily was the first to crest her dripping head above the cauldron's lip, looking around before quickly darting down with the other three girls. "Uh, gals, maybe one of you better go check, I saw... Norma, what did you slip us? I know this isn't LSD... DMT?"
Norma was starting to look worried, replying "N-No! I would never do something like that without telling you first, vision questing is a sacred shamanic rite that I deeply respect!" But after finishing her defense, the salamander popped up over the rim, before darting back down, her rough amphibian skin now looking deathly pale. "W-W-W-We're.... We're at the game, like, for real. Security is escorting the players off the field..."
Just as the head witch confirmed all of their wildest suspicions, the stadium's intercom boomed out, the announcer's voice sounding noticeably shocked, "Ladies and gentlemen, please remain calm. Authorities are investigating the... the incident. Staff are arriving to help clear the stands, everyone has to leave now, but please do it slowly and safely. I'm being told the game is being postponed until we can determine what's going on. Please, everyone, leave the stadium stands in an orderly manner!"
There was an eruption of cries, boos, and other startled yelling from all around. The four witches sank down against the interior of the pot. Each woman was desperately willing their inexplicable circumstances to return to the mundane, to return to Norma's expensive Honeymoon hotel suite, but the sound of angry sports fans shouting in confusion continued unabated from all directions. The four could make out the words, 'alien', 'appearance' and 'magic' being screamed out amidst the angry din. "What do we do? Norma, what the fuck do we do? Can you reverse the spell? Send us back!" Wyn's voice was hysteric, her delicate plumes still beaded with the kettle's watery contents.
Norma's throaty voice was strained with worry, "Do I look like I have the damn spellbook with me? I... I didn't want it to get wet!"
Just then, they heard a loud, angry voice yell from outside, "Exit the... vehicle immediately, with your hands up!"
Kira was feeling increasingly claustrophobic and panicked as the situation dawned on her, and couldn't help but pop her head up to investigate. The short doe had to grip the rim to lift herself up slightly, before she anxiously barked down, "It's security, or police or something... They're pointing guns at us! N-Norma, they can't see us, right? This is like in the movies, we're invisible or something, r-right? Please tell me we're invisible."
Norma just wordlessly groaned in response, as the surrounding uniformed men's shouts continued, "Doe! Raise your hands up and exit the metal pot immediately, you are... trespassing on an international game and causing an incident!" The authorities seemed almost as confused about the circumstances as them. Kira's wide eyes scanned between the surrounding officers, her small body otherwise paralyzed by the terrifying sight of their pistols all pointed at her. She looked around and noticed the stands were half-emptied of people, though tens of thousands still milled about, refusing the intercom's insistent orders to disperse and exit the bleachers. Most people were trying to get camera footage of the unexplained metal apparition amidst the Soccer field, making Kira feel even more self-conscious as she realized her face would be all over the news even if they somehow teleported away scot-free.
"Girls? What do we do? I think they're serious--" Kira's fraught voice was overwhelmed by a gunshot blast. One of the surrounding security guards had accidentally squeezed off a warning shot in the tense moment, Kira noticing the tuft of grass kicking up as the shot landed within yards of their location. The little Key deer collapsed back into the thick pot's safety, her heart liable to explode as it battered her chest. "OHMYGODTHE'YRESHOOTINGATUSWHATDOWEDOIDON'TWANNADIENORMAHELP!" Kira impressively exhaled in a single, squeaking breath. Everyone else in the claustrophobic confines were babbling back in equally frantic response, as a muscled arm descended from above, and grabbed Lily up by her neck scruff. The cheetah gave the cauldron's edge and impressively tight grip with her paw-like hands, before another set of arms had her heaved out into the open air, naked with her fur matted and dripping wet with witch's brew.
After their bravest had fished out the scared, nude cheetah girl, the other officers were emboldened, and soon had all four women unceremoniously hoisted from the pot. Wyn still didn't entirely understand what was going on. It was all too much for her frazzled, drunk mind, and she didn't know how to react when a rough arm wrenched her shoulder roughly while grabbing her out from the container interior. She saw the bright flash of phone cameras from on high, all around. Security and police were everywhere, trying to divert approaching news vans and the multitudes of sports fans that still angrily milled on the bleacher aisles or stayed in their seats. The earlier gunshot had prompted a small stampede in several areas, which had even more officers diverted from the chaotic scene as they tried to prevent an escalating incident.
Norma made an indignant growling noise deep in her throat as the jackal cop dug his knee into her back, struggling to cuff her stubby, inflexible arms and slick skin. "D-Don't tell them anything girls! ACAB! ACAB!", Norma yelled out angrily, realizing just how many eyes were on them now. A part of her felt proud, showing the world what magic was capable of, what she and her sisters were capable of. Kira was too lost in her panic attack to notice much of her circumstances, hyperventilating with her unfocused eyes gazing out. Lily had several officers wrestling her down, as she squirmed angrily under their rough hands.
Somehow, the scene grew into an even greater bedlam of unprecedented proportions. A wing of armored military helicopters roared in from overhead, before settling down on the grassy World Cup stadium field in formation. Armed camouflaged soldiers, mostly of canine genetic origin, fanned out across the field and went about to help local enforcement control the angry crowds. Wyn started realizing just how much trouble they were in, when several more Chinook helicopters came in, towing a square prefabricated building on wires. Suddenly, people in hazmat suits were assembling plastic medical tents from packages, right on the middle of the field. Soon, several plastic-suited scientists escorted by soldiers took custody of the four bewildered, naked women, leading them towards the hastily erected tents.
Kira was loudly sobbing at this point, trembling violently as a breeze chilled her damp fur. Her mind was racing between embarrassment at all the phones and videocameras recording everything, and fear over her jeopardized future. Wyn and Lily were just as despondent, though Norma was fiery and outspoken throughout the abduction. It took two grunting hazmat men to overpower her feisty struggles, despite the petite salamander's small stature. The field was a cacophony of shouts and the roar of helicopter rotors, roars of protest ringing all around as the authorities struggled to control the remaining, increasingly surly crowds. At this point, the four witchy anthropomorphic women were separated into different compartmentalized rooms in the tent structure. Each wing contained a rapidly assembled medical examination table and scurrying doctors, all wearing respiratory equipment and heavy plastic protective clothes as they prepared various pieces of equipment, with more coming in as further rotor-craft ported equipment and personnel in.
Wyn felt like everything was moving in slow motion as the scientists strapped her down to the cold, metal table. The delicate heron was barely aware of the litany of explanations and pleas she was chirping out, but her captors were equally unheeding. They treated the scared woman like she was a dangerous piece of meat, securely tying her down before poking and prodding into her every nook and cranny with various medical apparatuses. Wyn desperately looked around, noticing one of her tormentors held a camera up, recording everything that took place as her nude frame was manhandled. The scared avian overheard one of them speaking into a bulky satellite phone, "No, we haven't discovered anything, sir. They came completely unequipped I-- yes, of course, we'll conduct a full examination. To the back of their teeth, as you say."
Soon, another outfitted man came up near the bottom of where Wyn lay prone on the restraint table, holding something ominous in his paw. The doctor approached her table clutching a corded wand-like device, tipped with a clear, brightly illuminated glass bead. Wyn didn't understand that she was staring at an endoscope camera, until it was too late. "What are you--HWAAAWRK!" Wyn let out a whooping squawk of indignation as the recording device's cold tip was crudely jammed into her clenched cloaca hole. Even worse, she couldn't help but glance at the nearby display monitor, cringing at the sight of her own moist, pink cloacal walls. Wyn's beaked face turned in the other direction, as she heard a mournful yowl signalling Lily was in the room nearby. She could even see the outline of her yellowy-gold fur through the opaque plastic tarp walls of the medical tent, dark figures moving around her.
"No! Please, I promise I don't have anything in my butt! S-stooop it! I have riiights!" came her feline mewling, Lily's reproachful cries echoing through the flimsy material. Wyn thought she might've heard Kira and Norma's voice from farther away, but it was difficult to tell with everything going on, considering the medical device jammed up into her avian vent. As she strained to hear, a looming commotion tipped the scared heron off to the fact that the havoc was somehow managing to compound further.
"We wanna see the aliens! We wanna see the aliens!" the unified chant repeated, echoing from nearly all around the plastic tent. There must of been hundreds of people screaming it, overpowering the angry yells of the military personnel around them. Wyn clenched down on the endoscope hard when she heard several gunshots ring out, a nearby soldier screaming, "Stay back! We will open fire if you try to storm the premise, do not test us!"
Kira's sensitive deer ears were still ringing from the loud rifle shots, as the soldiers fired into the air to ward away the approaching rioters. This scared away many of them, but the Soccer fans had formed such a pressing mass at this point, the scared people in the front could hardly turn around and stop the pressing mass of thousands that marched forward unperturbed. They were emboldened by the drunken hooligans among them, who had the nerve to press forward under the violent threat, phones raised up high recording everything. Suddenly, a different soldier ran into her tent, disturbing the scientist's violating exploration of her tight vaginal canal. The fatigued husky barked, "Unstrap the doe, we have direct orders to evacuate the Targets off-site immediately, the situation is untenable!" Perfectly emphasizing his words, numerous disparate paws, claws and hands had crept up under the plastic wall's thin rim. Lifting the tarp up, numerous random people began scrabbling into the hastily-fashioned examination space, phones outstretched and recording as they shouted about aliens.
Kira's examining scientist just ran off immediately, leaving the endoscope painfully dangling from her sore labial lips. The military husky hit the first approaching rioter in the head with his gunbutt, but backed off into the nearby hallway as several people began wrestling it from him. Kira looked around in confused panic, the nearby rioters appearing just as mystified as they shot footage of the wet, naked, trembling little Key deer strapped to the medical table, with a corded endoscope hanging from her pussy. "P-Please, could one of you just... pull this stupid thing out?...And stop recording me, give a girl some fucking privacy!"
One of the Soccer fans-turned-rioter approached up to Kira's side, still filming her with his cheap smartphone. The balding wombat man asked in a thick British accent, "Are you an alien?"