[Story] The Fly Over (Patreon)

The witch's hands tightened around the old wooden broom as she kicked off the ground. She had to fly a few towns over to meet a friend, but her new broom was at the shop getting it's mana-oil changed. She would have to use this cheap junk for now.

It spuddered like an old engine and rose lazily into the air. With a magic word the witch was off. The broom ran like an old moped - which is to say slowly. It vibrated like mad and felt like it was going to explode. She had insurance for this kind of thing though.

A million things were running through the witch's mind. What kind of toad was the best reagent for the lighting evocation she was going to cast next week for Witchmas? Is a ginger bread man tastier if it's sentient? How sentient? Should she prepare the felflame candles or the chromatic array candles? What is this warm feeling?

Her mind snapped back into the present as her hips bucked forward. She held on for dear life as her quivering womanhood answered her question.