"Hold still Ava", joked Skylar as she viciously rubbed the custard pie into the pretty twenty-year-old's vexatious face. "Its about time you got your just deserts", the golden blonde continued, as she splattered the thin pastry into the circus ringmaster's cheeks. Dressed in a red tuxedo, white blouse and matching black bow-tie, tight shorts and knee length boots, Ava looked ravishing as her backside wiggled feebly in the air. For the youngster, with short, neck length, dark brown hair had inexplicably volunteered to spend the evening locked in the pillory and was thus being pied mercilessly by her friends.

Minaciously throwing a cream pie at Ava's forehead, Jessica mused, "Ava, I don't know what on earth possessed you", as the pie splattered against her friend's despairing face. "But I never even volunteered", Ava insisted, her voice rising in both desperation and despair. "Ava stop complaining, everyone heard you, you practically insisted", Skylar remarked, as she tiptoed around the back of the pillory and splattered a shaving cream pie against Ava's radiant backside. "Guys, seriously I don't remember agreeing to any of this", Ava wailed as the viscid cream dribbled down her svelte, yet toned legs. Jessica meanwhile cracked two eggs above the brunette's forehead before fussily rubbing them into her scalp. Massaging the yolk against her pale skin, the redhead cawed, "Maybe you shouldn't drink so much then silly", before tossing the empty egg shells aside.

"Hmm, perhaps we should release her", Rowan suggested, trying to be kind. "She's done her turn and you two are being a little mean now", the teenager gallantly insisted. "No chance, unless you want to volunteer to replace her", Skylar remarked to the pretty brunette, as she began to fill Ava's velvet top hat with full cream milk. "No way! On second thoughts, Jessica give me a pie", Rowan replied doltishly. "Okay, as you wish", Jessica joked, before slapping a custard pie into the cute brunette's cheeks. Twisting the cake tin around her friend's face, Jessica made sure to muffle Rowan's growing complaints. Lifting the pie tin away from her nose, she then swiftly pushed it back into her face, before depositing it over the top of her head.

"Hey, that's not what I meant!" Rowan implored, before picking up a cherry pie and stepping purposefully forwards in retaliation. But the redhead was far too quick and simply pushed the pie back against Rowan's own graceful face. Startled, the teenager screamed as the cherry and cream exploded against her dainty chin, nose and neck. Struck dumb, she shivered as the cherries splattered down her shoulders and inside the front of her yellow skater dress. "Here, help me wash you off", Skylar joked, as she upended Ava's top hat over Rowan's head. Possessing a far smaller head than the ringmaster, Rowan's world turned to darkness, as the top hat blocked out the fading sunlight, splattering the milk all down her face. Shrieking, Rowan quivered as the creamy, pale liquid soaked her ponytail, sloshed down over her cheeks and seeped inside her expensive dress.

Laughing at her daft friend's misfortune, Ava was herself caught by surprise, as a water bomb, thrown by Jessica, exploded all over her cheeks. Smirking, the redhead reminded her, "I don't know why you're laughing, you've got another two hours inside there yet." Rowan meanwhile, lifted the top hat off her fringe and placed it over Ava, who responded by blowing a raspberry in her face. Relieved that she wasn't wearing and thus hadn't ruined a bra, Rowan then opened up the front of her skimpy yellow dress. Her pert, supple breasts, stained with cherry and milk, peeked out from underneath the flimsy polyester and briefly caught Jessica's admiring eye, encouraging her to smash an egg against Rowan's youthful bosom in jest. Squealing as egg yolk exploded over her nipples, Rowan lost her footing. Stumbling forward, she barged headfirst into Ava, who's nose suddenly became lodged between Rowan's cleavage, as the brunette's bosom smothered her charming face. Unable to resist the temptation, Ava cheekily licked the mixture of cherry and cream off the brunette's left boob, before teasingly braying, "Mmm, yummy, truly scrumptious breasts."

As Rowan squirmed away in disgust, a suddenly irritable Skylar irascibly pushed her silver bangle up and down her itchy right wrist. A small peculiar rash, consisting of three perfect red circles, had mysteriously developed over the course of the vexatious evening. Now, hours later, their stinging, stabbing pain felt greater than even her most excruciating period. It was probably just from a particularly sharp nettle, she couldn't remember exactly how it happened, but it was causing her to be even more grouchy and cantankerous than usual. Not wanting to admit that she was feeling a little under the weather, Skylar couldn't deny the fact that she was absolutely starving. "Come on, I'm famished, lets go grab a hotdog", she suggested, as Jessica cracked two more eggs over Rowan's forehead. Patting her friend on the back, Jessica then rubbed the yolk into her delicate ponytail, before tenderly kissing her on the back of the neck. Cheerfully, the pair bade farewell to Ava, before running to catch up with their impatient friend.

In truth, aside from pieing up both Rowan and Ava, Skylar and Jessica had both been in an awful mood so far today. Dressed up, they had been under the impression that the guys were inviting them out to a wine bar, not the crummy local fayre. Instead, they found themselves bored and abandoned, as the boys had all run off to crash into each other on the dodgems, which they seemed to prefer to hanging out with girls. Half an hour later and they had completely disappeared, Skylar couldn't find them anywhere. Furthermore, a light drizzle, just returned, had been coming and going all evening. Hence, the three teenagers now huddled under the awning of the hot dog stand, which unsurprisingly, due to its exorbitant prices and foul, acrid stench, had proven to be exceedingly unpopular the entire fayre.

Very much the leader of the trio, nineteen-year-old, five-foot-eight, chest length, golden blonde Skylar, looked exquisitely glamorous in her Mamacita, red, halter, skater dress. In fact, her outfit clung so tightly around her chest that she had trouble breathing. Hence, she was more than a little tempted to pull her hidden zipper down at the back, but only if the boys, if they ever returned, wouldn't notice, for that would be a far worse fate than not being able to breathe. Though the halter neckline maintained her modesty, the curvy shape of her breasts was seductively evident beneath the rouge polyester of her dress. Brash and conceited, the teenager was used to having everything exactly her own precise way. Unfortunately, however, Rowan had recently begun going out with Joe, an old crush of Skylar's, who she hadn't seen for almost five years. To her horror, Rowan and Joe, who had recently only just returned to the area, had become instantly smitten with one another. They were practically inseparable, save for Joe's bizarre love of dodgems at the fayre.

Sweet and bubbly Rowan meanwhile, tried to remain upbeat as she shivered in the cold night air. The nineteen-year-old, five-foot-six stunner, boasted divinely silky, hip length, medium golden-brown hair, which she tied behind in a ponytail with a sky-blue ribbon, making Skylar mockingly tease her that she looked like she was twelve. In truth, Rowan's youthful charm and demeanour did make her appear a couple of years younger than her real age. Constantly being challenged for ID, Rowan was often treated like a baby by her friends.

Bearing more than a passing resemblance to Belle from 'Beauty and the Beast', she was oblivious to Skylar's rising jealousy towards her. In truth, she never had a nasty word to say about anybody, whatever they might do and say. Encouraged by Joe's inability to keep his hands off, the nineteen-year-old was no longer worried about keeping her small 32b breasts hidden inside her dress. In fact, this very evening, they were unmistakeably, eye-catchingly on display. Wearing a 'Meet Cute', yellow skater dress, with a revealing V neckline, Rowan was evidently not wearing a bra. Her dress, like Skylar's, barely even reached down below her waist. This made bending over rather treacherous, which she had already found out to her costs once so far today. Having moved to the area herself only a couple of years ago, she had no knowledge of Skylar's old crush on her current boyfriend. Hence, she was blissfully unaware of the growing friction between them and put Skylar's foul mood to not being able to snag a boyfriend for herself.

The sullen, moody Jessica meanwhile, was having a terrible time of late. Having grown bored of her immature, embarrassing boyfriend, she only stayed with Luke out of fear of being single herself. Scared of feeling lonely, Jessica clung onto Skylar and obeyed her every word, no matter how cruel and sadistic the blonde could be. Nevertheless, Jessica noticed her old confidant's cooling towards Rowan, ever since Joe reappeared on the scene. Naturally, she felt trapped in her divided loyalty towards her two closest friends, making her resentful and ambivalent towards who side she should take. Nevertheless, the nineteen-year-old, five-foot-four chest length redhead, had far more pressing matters. For, she hated the very nature of being outdoors, let alone standing around idly in the middle of a cold, muddy field. Though she loved the power, thrill and control that came with making her friends, especially Rowan, very mucky, she hated the very prospect of getting messy herself. Hence, whilst wearing a 'Hello world', dark green midi dress, with a shallow v neckline, she would rather be anywhere else.

By now absolutely starving, Skylar put aside her continual worries about her figure and decided to order a hot dog, extra-large. Manning the till, as a favour to her uncle, twenty-two-year-old, five-foot-seven Bess, wore a tight fighting yellow waitress dress, with a bright blue apron tied around her waist. Startlingly, her apron matched the colour of her chest length hair, which was dyed light blue with pink and purple highlights in her choppy fringe. Her pale white skin was offset by her light red lipstick and striking blue eyeliner that adorned her face. In truth, her appearance made her fit in perfectly well at the circus, despite her derision for such a place. Staring as she shivered, Rowan couldn't help but notice that she too was constantly itching at her right wrist like Skylar had for the past twenty minutes. The peevish, elegant beauty looked up from her fashion magazine as Skylar approached her, before tutting and scowling, "Hurry up, I haven't got all evening mate."

Mildly offended, Skylar replied, "I'd like to buy a hotdog thank you", in a rather off handed way. Maintaining her air of torpid, indolence, Bess handed Skylar a hot dog, which had already been standing around, getting cold, for almost ten minutes. Shocked by Skylar's greedy grab, Bess murmured under her breath, as the steely blonde stole the hot dog from her grasp and took a mighty bite without even paying. "That will be eight pounds", Bess grumbled as Skylar swiftly scoffed the entire hot dog into her cheeks. "Eight pounds! You must be joking", exclaimed the blonde, once she had finished, in compete shock at the exorbitant expense of her dinner. "No, its says it right there", Bess replied, pointing to a chalk board, which had seen its prices washed off by the rain. "Oh, well, its eight pounds anyway", Bess continued, having made herself look exceedingly foolish by the second. Staring menacingly, Skylar sneered, "I'm, not paying that much!" as Rowan and Jessica looked on awkwardly, exchanging glances of despair.

"But you've already eaten it, you have to pay", Bess countered. Feeling outnumbered, the older woman looked for some support from her colleagues, but they had both gone off on their twentieth cigarette break. "No chance", Skylar scoffed, growing in confidence. Meanwhile, a small, nosey crowd began to gather around them. "Look here you little brat, I'll call security on you, then we'll see who's laughing", Bess countered, suddenly losing her patience. Smirking, Bess's smile soon faded, as Skylar picked up a bottle of ketchup and squirted it all over her face. Laughing, Skylar chortled, "Well I'm certainly laughing", as she continued to spray the tomato sauce all over Bess's cheeks and forehead, causing the unfortunate waitress to squeal like a pig.

Joining in, Jessica picked up a bottle of mustard and aimed it at Bess's voluptuous chest. Obliterated by the constant barrage, Bess fell over onto her backside and cursed colourfully. As Skylar and Jessica high fived, Bess picked up a second bottle of ketchup and sprang up, ready to squirt it all over her oblivious assailant. But the blonde, sensing the attack, was too quick for her and darted just out of her range. So instead, Bess squirted the tomato sauce all over the innocent Rowan, who had stepped forwards, in desperation, to try to stop her two friends from ganging up on the poor waitress.

Sputtering as she felt the ketchup splatter against her face, Rowan murmured, "Hey, I was trying to help you" before being cut off as Bess sprayed the condiment directly into her mouth, much to the great amusement of everyone else. The growing crowd began cheering Bess on, imploring her to continue humiliating the pretty brunette. Now standing between her two friends, Rowan was thus helpless as Jessica and Skylar took inspiration from the crowd and turned their attention away from Bess to spray their mate instead. Stupefied, as she was being attacked from three sides, Rowan stood motionlessly as Jessica sprayed her mustard all down the back of her hair. Then, Skylar cruelly opened up the front of her dress and began to spray the ketchup all over her bare, supple breasts. Turning around to avoid Skylar's attentions, Rowan shrieked as she turned head first into the mustard onslaught which splattered against her eyes, blinding her instantly, before Jessica shot a globule of mustard up her nose instead.

Bess meanwhile, sneakily prepared a large bucket of mayonnaise to tip over Jessica who was standing closest to her base. But, noticing Skylar take a few hurried steps backwards, Jessica darted to her right, leaving only Rowan within range. Shrugging her shoulders, Bess picked up the bucket and tipped it directly over the oblivious brunette's head. Shrieking, Rowan felt humiliated as the mayonnaise oozed down inside her dress and over her shuddering, quivering breasts. The food fight having drawn a crowd of about thirty onlookers, Rowan cringed in embarrassment, as the bucket settled down over her fringe and mucoid forehead. Humiliatingly, she felt the mayonnaise ooze down inside her knickers and desperately tried not to flinch as it stimulated her womanhood in front of all the men.

Suddenly yelping in pain and clasping at her right wrist, Bess jumped up over the counter and took flight from the scene. Barging straight into Jessica, the waitress knocked the redhead sideways into Rowan, causing the two pretty teens to crash to the muddy ground, much to the amusement of everyone else.

Her fall broken by Rowan, Jessica was mightily relieved to find not a single speck of mud upon her dress. Rowan however, as ever, was not so lucky. Having fallen, face first, into a large muddy puddle, the brunette had been pushed deeper down into the quagmire by the force of her friend. Her face and chest absolutely plastered with mud, Rowan was completely unrecognisable and looked more like a swamp monster than a pretty teen.

Skylar, meanwhile, in all the melee, felt the rash on her wrist tingle sharply once again. Biting her bottom lip, she took out her camera and began to take some comedy action photos of her bedraggled friend. Having been helped back up by Jessica, Rowan sighed upon realising that her phone had fallen out of her handbag once again. Scrunching up her nose, she bent forward to retrieve her cell. But at that very moment, a powerful gust of wind blew through the park, causing the brunette's skirt to rise up, exposing her white knickers to the crowd of onlookers, who wolf whistled in appreciation at her unfortunate fate. Completely oblivious, Rowan continued to search for her phone as Skylar cruelly took a snap of her friend's delightful bum, without feeling the slightest bit guilty in any way. Striding forwards, Skylar then slapped the brunette on her rear, surprising her and causing her to plunge head first into the muddy puddle, much to the crowd's enjoyment, once again.

Picking herself up, Rowan, ever suspicious of her friend's cruel, sadistic behaviour, sat down in the centre of the puddle, deflated. Sulking, she cried, "Come on, what's happened? What are you guys not telling me?" Then, suddenly, Jessica, standing behind her, scooped up a huge heap of mud in the empty bucket and poured it all over the unfortunate teen. Skylar then took another few snaps with her camera, before finally, fleetingly, feeling pity for her friend. Clearing her throat, she asked the crowd, "Hey guys, does anyone know where Rowan could get cleaned up?" "In the purple tent to your left", replied a mysterious voice, which Skylar couldn't place. Confused, the golden blonde looked over at Jessica and shrugged her shoulders. Equally bemused, Jessica helped Rowan back up from off the ground and the trio headed over towards the violet tent to help clean the mucky brunette.

Stepping inside, the girls quickly realised that they had in fact entered the psychic's tent. But it didn't belong to an old witch, for they came face to face with an extremely attractive five-foot-nine, twenty-five-year-old instead. Both radiant and stunning, she possessed immaculate, armpit length, wavy light blonde hair. She didn't look anything like a psychic, at least not like one that Skylar had ever seen. Whispering to Jessica, Skylar scoffed "This whole tent looks tacky as hell, she looks like a stripper for goodness sake." "Still, Rowan needs a shower, so let's not be too hasty", Jessica replied loudly, catching the psychic's attention by mistake.

"Good evening, my names 'Farrah the Fantastic.' What can I do for you three young ladies today?" The blonde psychic began as she turned to greet them. As Skylar had suggested, Farrah was indeed wearing a tacky, flirtatious, fancy dress costume, intended for a sexy Halloween party, not a night out at the circus instead. Her sexy gypsy, fortune teller, Esmeralda costume, consisted of a blue and white halter dress with sequins and a corset. The off-shoulder straps pushed up her pert breasts and her short skirt was even flimsier than Rowan's. A purple headscarf sat pristinely on top of her gorgeous light curls and she wore golden bangles around her wrists.

"Erm, my friend here has had a bit of an accident, we were told she would be able to wash herself here", Skylar began, doubtfully. Smiling, Farrah replied, "Why of course, please, come in. As you can see, this isn't my usual abode, I'm borrowing it from the clowns, due to a leaky roof in my own tent. They usually practice in here before performing in the main arena", she continued as Skylar began to try to introduce her friends. Finally allowing the younger blonde to speak, Farrah drew the curtains of the tent close and placed a 'closed, do not disturb' sign out at the front. Then, she drew back a large tarpaulin revealing a giant dunk tank underneath. "Now Rowan, please take a seat", Farrah exclaimed.

Hesitating, Rowan replied, "Erm", before Jessica added, "Go on don't be a wuss", and slapped her friend's backside viciously. "Oh, okay", Rowan sputtered before trudging towards the tank and removing her high heels. Glancing down at the young girl, Farrah added, "Don't be shy Rowan, there's only us girls watching, go on, take off your dress. I can dry it for you too if you like. The clowns get very messy here, as you can imagine, so they have a washing machine and dryer, which they take with them everywhere." "But, but", Rowan began, meaning to complain that she wasn't wearing a bra. But Jessica was already upon her and helped to lift her dress up over her head. Blushing, Rowan gulped as her pert, youthful breasts were exposed to the mysterious psychic and her friends. Drawing her arms across her chest, Rowan was startled when Farrah announced, "Come on, knickers too, don't be prudish young maid."

Once again, Jessica was too quick for Rowan and pulled her white knickers down to her ankles, exposing her bush to the clairvoyant, who couldn't help but stare. "My goodness, you're gorgeous, you little minx", Farrah joked, utterly unable to tear her eyes away from Rowan's private area. Skylar too, closely scrutinized her friend's naked frame. Casting her eyes down across Rowan's every curve, the blonde couldn't find an ounce of fat or a single blemish anywhere. No wonder Joe preferred her, despite her much smaller breasts, she never had to worry about being spotty or a bloated pig.

Turning to put Rowan's soiled clothes into the dryer, Farrah bent forwards, exposing her own backside to the teenagers. Knowingly glancing towards Jessica, Skylar whispered "Hussy", causing the redhead to laugh uncontrollably. Hearing the blonde's unkind words, Farrah returned and took Rowan by the shoulders and led her to the dunk tank, whilst cursing under her breath. Her backside shivering as she dawdled, Rowan paused, causing Farrah to clumsily walk into her cute little bottom. Instinctively placing her hands out to protect herself, Farrah pushed down on the teenager's nubile backside. "Oh, what's that?" Farrah asked, pointing at the Rowan's tattoo of Belle from Beauty and the Beast on her left butt cheek. "Oh, I lost a bet", the brunette giddily replied, "But I've grown to like it. Belle is my spiritual sister, we're practically twins don't you think?"

As Rowan nervously climbed the steps to take her place on top of the tank, Skylar strode forwards, insisting on being the one to dunk the beautiful brunette. Gleefully, bashing the lever, Skylar sent Rowan tumbling down into the freezing tank of water. Screaming, before disappearing completely under, Rowan felt her limbs spread out far and wide, exposing herself to Farrah and her friends. Gasping for air upon resurfacing, her fringe glued to her forehead, Rowan was not pleased to discover a slither of ketchup still staining her hair. Hence Skylar insisted on a second dunking, much to her dismay.

Wearily, Rowan climbed back up and held her breath as the blonde dunked her a second time, having taunted her for fifteen seconds before finally plunging the lever controlling her fate. Disappearing with a loud splat, Rowan made sure to gather her arms across her groin and chest as she plunged suddenly downwards, in order to belatedly protect her modesty, though it was far too late. For unfortunately, however, her Belle tattoo simply drew everyone's eyes to the curve of her sweet backside instead. Wearily trying to drag herself up out of the tank, Rowan was mortified to catch her hair in the side of the rim. Her body dangling over the edge, the brunette was unable to free herself and thus was helpless as Jessica cheekily slapped her on her backside, before setting her free.

"Wait, my turn!" demanded Jessica as she slapped Rowan on her backside a second time, before throwing a bucket of freezing ice-cold water over her bosom in jest. Screaming, the brunette vowed her revenge, albeit rather feebly. But currently short of options, she timidly gave up and retook her seat above the tank, nervously awaiting her latest torment. Placing her hands in front of her crotch, Rowan heard Jessica complain, "Oh come on, don't be a prude", in jest at her bashfulness, once again.

"I'm not a prude", Rowan shot back, unfortunately taking the joke the wrong way. "Prove it then", Jess demanded, beginning to mess with her mate. "Fine," Rowan exclaimed, before removing her hands and opening up her legs to expose her crotch to everyone present. Staring at the attractive girl's nether regions, Farrah licked her lips, whilst thinking to herself, "I don't need to be a psychic to tell that tonight is going to be hilarious." Pressing a button on a remote, Farrah tipped over a large, ten-gallon bucket, positioned directly above Rowan. Without warning, thick slimy custard cascaded down over Rowan's unexpecting face and chest before pooling between her wide-open legs. Relieved that Rowan was taking her humiliation with good grace, Farrah smiled, before wondering what else she could trick the pretty teenager into, before the evening had ended. Normally, considering that Farrah, was young, female and attractive, it was she who was often the butt of the clowns ever infantile messy pranks and jokes. So, it was a great relief, to find somebody else to pick on instead. Rowan was so innocent and trusting that it had taken her less than five minutes to cajole her into being stripped naked and showered in dessert. She wondered just how much longer it would take before she was sat inside the gunge tank, under the large tarpaulin to her left.

Meanwhile, a hysterical Skylar remarked, "Oh Rowan, you look so cute and delicious covered in custard, I almost want to eat you." Then, caught off guard as she tried to rub custard from her eyes, the brunette fell chest first into the tank, as Jessica belatedly released the trigger once again. Landing with a humongous splash, Rowan showered the redhead with the custardy water. For her friend had made the rookie mistake of hanging around to point and laugh, instead of taking a few steps back for her own safety. Utterly soaked as the water engulfed her, Jessica harrumphed before Skylar crept up behind her and slammed a shaving cream pie into her forehead. Rubbing the pie viciously over her friend's cheeks, Skylar remarked to Farrah, "I hope you don't mind me borrowing a pie", who chuckled and shook her head in agreement. Leaving the tin balanced upside down over Jessica's head, Skylar slapped the redhead on her behind, with unnecessarily great force, causing her rear to sting for minutes afterwards.

Poking her head up out of the water, Rowan pointed and laughed at Jessica as she held onto the slippery tank rim. Her bush pressed up against the translucent glass, Rowan was no longer concerned with protecting her youthful modesty. Perfectly at ease in her naked state, Rowan posed seductively, much to Farrah's delight, who was beginning to feel turned on by the lustrous, radiant teen. Comfortable in her own bisexuality, Farrah was even beginning to consider making a move of Rowan, before the evening was finished. Belated in her reply, Farrah finally answered, "No, I don't mind one bit", before throwing a chocolate pie at Rowan, hitting her square in the forehead.

Her face smothered in chocolate, Rowan turned around and dunked her head back under the water, inadvertently giving Farrah and the others a great view of her cute little rear. Skylar snarled as she stared, noting that with her perfect curves and her sweet, coquettish innocence, it was no wonder why Joe preferred her instead. Climbing up out of the water, Rowan jumped down and ran over to Jessica, before wrapping her arms around her chest. Hugging the redhead tightly, Rowan ensured to completely soak Jessica's already soiled dress, much to the redhead's highly-strung displeasure. Cheerfully pecking her on the cheek, Rowan remarked, "Got you, you little cutie", as Jessica struggled to wrestle herself free, by slapping the brunette four times on the rear.

Farrah meanwhile, handed Rowan a towel, which she quickly wrapped around her body, without even bothering to dry herself first. Not quite large enough, it left more than half of her small breasts exposed as they peaked up out above its fraying edge. Her glistening, iridescent hair meanwhile continued to drip down onto her chest, making her look even more gorgeous than ever. "How about I read your fortune, free of charge, whilst we wait for your dress to dry?" Farrah suggested. Snorting incredulously, Skylar scoffed, "Go on, Rowan, it will be fun", not believing for one second that anything that Farrah said would be real.

"Okay", Rowan answered, nervously, before sitting down by the table adorned with the crystal ball. Meanwhile, behind her back, Jessica and Skylar haughtily continued to snicker. Not quite as cocksure as Skylar, Jessica continued to portray an image of derision to please her. Preparing herself, Farrah took Rowan by the hand and began to trace her fingers across the girl's palm with great delicacy. Then, the tall blonde placed her hands on top of the crystal ball and began to mutter an incomprehensible spell, which sounded like gobbledegook to the three wide eyed teenagers.

Clasping her crystal ball, Farrah sighed, "Tonight, you will spend all evening blushing with embarrassment." Rowan's blushing face thus appeared on the crystal ball, causing Rowan to gasp in awe and bewilderment. Jessica meanwhile nodded silently. For Rowan was always getting into embarrassing situations, she was such a clumsy klutz, the pinhead. Knowingly Jessica then glanced over at Skylar. This prediction was so general and vague, it didn't really prove anything. Skylar in contrast, noted that Rowan had already blushed heavily this evening. Presumably Farrah had somehow filmed her and projected her image onto her ball through the latest camera trickery.

Continuing, Farrah added, "Rowan, tonight you will uncover a hidden talent, which will drive a wedge between you and your closest friend." Jessica paused, Rowan had only lived in the area for four years, and though she had befriended Jessica first, did the prophecy really relate to her, or somebody different? Sure enough, an image of Rowan arguing with someone appeared on the crystal ball, before an unknown palm slapped her cheeks viciously in rage.

"Furthermore", Farrah added, "Your greatest enemy will thus make themselves clear." Skylar gulped, before scratching her rash on her wrist. She hadn't reproached Rowan for going out with her childhood crush yet, despite them having dated for over four weeks. Would tonight be the night that it all boiled over? No, of course not, Farrah was a fake, Skylar assured herself, imperiously.

But then, suddenly an image of Skylar and Rowan arguing appeared on the ball, utterly confusing Rowan, who thankfully proved unable to make the link between the picture and Farrah's prophecies. Skylar scowled. How was Farrah doing this? They were wearing the very same red and yellow dresses as previously, but Skylar couldn't remember arguing with Rowan earlier today. Nevertheless, the camera trickery was impressive, if a little stilted and blurry.

Pausing for a moment, Farrah then added, "Rowan, tonight, I predict that you're going to get very, very messy!" Sure enough, Jessica and Skylar crept up behind Rowan and slapped two giant cream pies either side of her cheeks. Submerging the brunette in a gigantic pie sandwich, the two teenagers high fived before slipping the pie tins over their friend's youthful breasts. "Come on, tell us something we don't know", Skylar protested, as Rowan wearily wiped her eyes clean.

"Yeah, prove you're a real psychic", Jessica added, eager to join in. Angrily, Farrah broke from her trance, causing the table to shudder violently. Caught by surprise, Rowan almost fell off her chair backwards. "Unlike most fortune tellers, I really am a genuine clairvoyant, trust me", Farrah snarled, greatly offended. "Then how come you dress like a hooker? Skylar responded, almost tauntingly. "To get the guys interested, of course, nobody wants to have their futures read otherwise, in this economy. Its all so depressing and sad, no one ever meets their Prince Charming or finds happiness ever after. They just grow old, ill and abandoned by their ungrateful partners and children. It happens every day. Look, my predictions are not set in stone, our futures are never guaranteed. The future can be changed. But it requires magic, not simple free will and determination, unfortunately."

"Go on, prove that you're a psychic. Tell me something specific about Rowan", Skylar demanded. "Okay then", Farrah answered, before placing her hands back on the crystal ball. Suddenly, an image of Joe and Rowan getting married appeared on the ball, with Joe slapping a slice of wedding cake into his bride's angelic face, as per tradition. Horrified, Skylar slapped her wrist against the table, whilst Jessica noted silently that Skylar didn't appear to be amongst the guests at the reception.

Ignoring Skylar, Farrah began to chant another incomprehensible spell, when suddenly, she broke off in a cold sweat, her face filled with fear. "No, no, that can't be", she wailed. "What is it? Am I going to get hurt? Is Joe in trouble? Am I not going to be able to have any kids?" Rowan asked, deeply concerned at her every possible tragic future self. Ignoring her, Farrah watched aghast as once more, the crystal ball began to show another image. Two almost identical women, with jet black hair, approached Farrah, before seemingly using magical powers and pushing her up against a tree. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, a naked figure, identifiable as Rowan due to her Belle tattoo, attacked one of the women, before being picked up by a gust of wind and blown into the lake.

Unimpressed, Jessica shouted, "What on earth was that?" in an attempt to stick up for her friend. Suddenly frightened, Rowan was likewise trembling with fear. "That was some sick joke of yours, getting Rowan to strip, before filming her and projecting her body onto your crystal ball, you creep", the redhead added. "No, no, it's real, trust me, I haven't been filming you, I swear", Farrah pleaded. Continuing, she explained, "The ball saw her future, the magic is real, believe me." Speaking over Jessica's further protestations, Farrah rasped, "Look I am a genuine sorceress. But I'm on the run from some seriously bad people, who desperately want to hurt me. I'm only working at the circus as I practice and perfect my powers, before they find me."

Incredulous, Skylar snidely barked, "What a ridiculous tale. Who are you Hermione Grainger? Go on then, do some magic, prove that you're a witch, Farrah the Fantastic!" "I'm not a witch, I'm a sorceress, there's a clear difference", Farrah replied defensively. Continuing, she added, "Look, I can't conjure up just any old magical powers, I only have the gifts that I was born with. Clairvoyance, as you've seen and power bestowal." "Well then, why don't you give yourself some powers and show us then", Skylar snarled. "It doesn't work like that, I can only give powers to others, I'm not powerful enough to use them myself, unfortunately", Farrah admitted. "Well then, give us some powers then", Jessica suggested. "No chance. You'll simply abuse them, like everybody always does, eventually. But look, I'm a trained hypnotist. How about I put you under a trance? Will that satisfy you instead?"

Moments later, as Jessica considered her offer, the dryer beeped to indicate the end of its cycle. As Farrah went over to retrieve Rowan's dress, she hesitated before gulping, "Oh, it seems like I do have magical powers after all, your knickers appear to have disappeared unfortunately." Shaking her head, Rowan wiped her face clean with her towel and slipped her dress back over her head. Casting one last, greedy peek at the brunette's bush, Farrah then dropped the sodden towel over the top of Rowan's head.

"Right let's get out of here", Skylar suggested, once Rowan was finally ready. "No, wait a minute, I want to see Jessica hypnotized, it would be really funny, don't you think", Rowan insisted. "No chance!" the redhead responded, before sullenly relenting. For tauntingly, Rowan cried, "Who's the chicken now?" causing Jess to respond, "Oh okay, fine, but this better be quick, otherwise I'm leaving."

Making a show of herself, Farrah took out a red ruby pendulum and began to swing it in front of Jessica. In a soothing, hushed tone, she began, "Relax, look into my eyes and count back from ten." Slowly, Jessica began, "Ten, nine, eight, seven", before falling silent and standing motionless, without even blinking. Then, after a moment's pause, Farrah demanded, "When you hear the word 'straw' I want you to cluck and dance around like a chicken. Straw!" Suddenly, Jessica placed her hands on her hips and began to peck at the floor. Bobbing her head up and down, she strutted across the tent, before beginning to cluck and attempt to lay an egg over by the dunk tank.

Skylar stood open mouthed in utter disbelief. Jessica would never, ever do this. She was too full of pride and conceit to make fun of herself and act like an idiot. Not even when she was paralytically drunk, which was practically every other weekend, these days. Perhaps, just maybe, Farrah was telling the truth after all. Stuttering, the blonde admitted, "Farrah, I take it all back, my goodness, your powers are real. Look, you say you can do power bestowal, so, can I have a go at hypnotizing Jessica as well?"

Pausing to consider her decision, Farrah replied, "Oh okay, I'll let you give her three demands. But you can't make Jess hurt anyone or strip herself naked." "Deal", Skylar shot back, slightly disappointed that she couldn't get Jessica to throw off her clothes, like she deserved. "Good, right, Jessica, straw", Farrah demanded and the redhead stopped clucking like a chicken. "When I click my fingers, you must do the next three things Skylar demands", Farrah added, before immediately clicking. Giddy at her opportunity, Skylar cleared her throat and suggested, "Every time you hear the word 'banana' I want you to pie Rowan! Banana!" Slouching on her chair, Rowan sat up sharply. Suddenly, Jessica walked trance like over to the table filled with cream pies and picked one up, before returning and slamming it into Rowan's bewitching features. Rubbing the pie tin over Rowan's cheeks and nose to ensure maximum coverage, Jessica was completely unaware of her moment of triumph over her friend.

Eager for more, Skylar continued, "Good, right, every time you hear the word 'mango', I want you to tip the nearest bucket over Rowan. Mango!" "Hey!" Rowan began, having sensed a common theme. But her complaints were useless, Jessica couldn't hear a word that she said. Instead, the redhead picked up the nearest bucket and standing in front of Rowan, began to slowly tip the melted chocolate over the pretty brunette. Taking care not to spill a single splash, Jessica took almost twenty seconds to pour the entire contents over Rowan's face and chest. Shaking her head, Farrah snorted. Skylar was clearly wasting her wishes on a silly vendetta with her friends. Farrah had seen their future inside her crystal ball, the two would soon fall out over a boy, naturally, like a pair of silly teenagers, which was often the way.

Smiling, Skylar continued, "Then, when you hear the word 'peach', I want you to make out with Rowan! Peach!" Startled, Rowan was helpless as Jessica kicked off her shoes, sat down on her lap and placed her hands upon her cheeks. Leaning in, she began kissing Rowan's sweet, lustrous lips. Then, whilst maintaining their smooch, Jessica slipped her right hand down Rowan's neck and shoulders, tickling her, before slipping her fingers down inside her yellow dress. Then, to everyone's great surprise, she began to greedily fondle Rowan's breasts.

Overawed, Rowan's only reaction was to just sat back and kick off her shoes, as Jessica continued to kiss her. Sure, she'd kissed Jessica before, at a house party, as a dare from the guys, but this was somehow different. For a start, Jessica was using her tongue and pinching her nipples and she was beginning to enjoy it, amazingly. Now Rowan was as straight as straight could be and was certainly satisfied sexually by her boyfriend. But Jessica was incredibly pretty and boy was she a great kisser! Taking the plunge, Rowan reciprocated and hooked her tongue inside Jessica's mouth as Skylar watched on gasping and disbelieving. Farrah meanwhile, partly worried about an assault charge being labelled against her, regretted forbidding Skylar to get Jessica to do anything sexual. Yet, Farrah had to admit, she was feeling pretty turned on herself and was enjoying the steamy spectacle put on by the teens.

Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, Jessica began to lift Rowan's dress up over her head. Completely naked, Rowan watched as Jessica removed her tongue and instead bent down to suck on her left nipple. Tingling, as she felt Jessica's wet sloppy tongue caress her erect teat, Rowan began to innocently giggle. Farrah paused, growing ever more concerned. She sure hoped that Jessica would find the whole event as funny as the girl that she was debasing. Then, just as Jessica's right hand began to dance its way down towards Rowan's crotch, Farrah cried, "That's enough", and broke the spell instantly.

Suddenly awoken from her trance, Jessica blinked in disbelief as she realised that she was sucking on
Rowan's left nipple. "What on earth!" the redhead cried, as she removed her lips from Rowan's chest. "Jess, Farrah's real!" Skylar cried, showing no concern for her friends whatsoever. Noticing that Rowan was naked and covered in pie and chocolate, Jessica surmised, "I guess this is somehow Skylar's doing." As Rowan nodded, the brunette soothed, "Jess, don't worry, you didn't go too far, I didn't let you. But, hey, if you ever fancy a threesome with me and Joe, I'm sure my boyfriend, would be up for anything!" Seething, Skylar bit her lip in rage, as Rowan cheekily lent forward and kissed Jessica on the lips provocatively. Still angry with Rowan, Skylar then tiptoed up behind her and emptied a bucket of water over her head. Then, as the brunette sat shivering, Skylar picked up her dress and hid it under the bucket, without anybody else seeing.

Thinking an idea out aloud, Skylar suggested, "Look if you're powers are truly genuine, then I suppose your tale about those two women coming for you must also be real. As your crystal ball suggests, you can't beat them on your own, how about you bestow some powers on us and we can help you defeat them?" "No, I couldn't, you're not worthy and besides you're just teenagers", Farrah responded. "So were you once, look, give us a chance, we can help you", Skylar insisted. Farrah sighed, she did need help, whether it was these girls or somebody else, without support, she was in serious trouble. "Look, how about we play a little game? I will give each of you a riddle. If two of you can solve yours, I'll gift you each a power. But, if you fail, I get to gunge you instead. Deal?" Farrah suggested. "Deal", Skylar snapped back without thinking, having never even considered the possibility of her losing. "I'm not afraid of a simple bucket of gunk", she boasted. "Oh, who said anything about a bucket, I mean these gunge tanks over there", Farrah snorted. "What!" Skylar spluttered. "Too late, a deal's a deal", Farrah insisted. Aghast, Skylar hobbled over towards the gunge booths and stepped inside the third tank, whilst muttering and cursing vilely.

Unable to find her dress, Rowan resigned herself to spending at least the next ten minutes very naked. Still feeling the after effects of being hypnotized, Jessica stared guiltily at Rowan's boobs, trying to suppress a hidden, confusing urge to lick them. Drawing Jessica in close to her, Rowan whispered, "Don't worry about it, nothing happened, you just licked my breasts that's it, trust me. I'm happy, you're happy okay? Now, let's win this quiz and beat her." Exuding a false confidence to placate Jessica, the brunette stepped inside the middle tank. Wearily, Jessica stepped inside the first tank and placed her hands in her lap, before glancing up nervously at the nozzle above her head.

Desperately trying to avoid staring at Rowan's exposed breasts, Farrah began the game with great braggadocio. "Right Jessica, the first riddle is for you. On a journey, you reach a fork in the road, where you meet two guards. They say that one route leads to Heaven, the other to Hell. You may ask one of them one question, in order to work out which is the correct path to Heaven. However, whilst one guard will always lie, the other will always tell the truth, but they won't say which guard is truthful. What question can you ask either of them, to guarantee that you'll always choose the correct path to Heaven?"

Her nerves calming in an instant, Jessica began to laugh uncontrollably. "You'd ask them which road his partner would say to take and then take the opposite! I've watched 'Labyrinth' like a thousand times, I can recite every word of this riddle!" Farrah snarled, "Correct!" Jessica pumped her fist in delight, before glancing over smarmily towards an increasingly nervous Rowan and Skylar, who didn't share her happiness at escaping clean.

"Rowan, your turn next", Farrah continued.
"As I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives,
Each wife had seven sacks,
Each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits:
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were there going to St. Ives?"

Rowan gulped. She'd heard this riddle before, but could never remember the answer. Thinking allowed, she began, "Erm, seven wives, seven cats, one man, erm, fifteen?" "No! One, you idiot!" Skylar remarked, incredulously. Continuing to scold Rowan, the blonde explained, "They are all leaving St Ives, only the narrator is going there!" "Oh", Rowan replied, as soap buds began to climb up her legs. Whirling up from the bottom of the tank, the soap buds began to tickle her bare feet, before swiftly engulfing them and rising up above her knees. Feeling aroused, Rowan placed her hands on her crotch, before glancing over sideways towards Jessica who was in hysterics at her messy fate. Skylar, however, was far more circumspect, seemingly worried about receiving the same slimy comeuppance as her friend.

Indeed, moments later, the nozzle above Rowan whirled into action and purple slime splattered down upon her naked body, slapping against her forehead as she foolishly glanced towards the ceiling. Blinded by the deluge, Rowan groaned as the violet gunge lashed down over her supple, minute breasts. The soap buds meanwhile had risen up well over her waist. The incessant onslaught lasted for over fifteen seconds and left not a single inch of her pale skin visible beneath the violet gunk. Then, once the purple slime began to trickle to a stop, thick, gloopy, orange gunge spattered down upon her, before slowly sliding down and sticking to her ponytail and chest. Shivering as the soap buds rose up to just beneath her breasts, Rowan was relieved once the orange gunge began to ease. But her torment was not quite over, as unexpected splodges of orange slime continued to drop down upon her, every couple of seconds.

Skylar shook her head in disbelief, Rowan had seriously been humiliated on a number of occasions this evening, but this surely topped everything. Farrah meanwhile, opened up the top half of the gunge tank door, and pausing to avoid spilling any soap buds on the floor, threw two shaving pies at Rowan's dishevelled face. The sorceress chuckled as Rowan wiped the cream from her eyes, blissfully unaware that the psychic was staring at her bosom. Farrah was really beginning to enjoy humiliating the pretty teenager. Now, if only she could catch the prideful blonde out as well and her evening would be complete. Somehow, Skylar was still completely clean, unlike Rowan who looked utterly disgusting. Rowan meanwhile, scooped up a handful of slime that had pooled on her lap and threw it at Farrah, without warning. But the blonde ducked just in time and returned fire with one final custard pie, which splattered against Rowan's supple b cup breasts, much to Jessica's enjoyment.

Closing the door to Rowan's tank, Farrah then turned back towards Skylar. "Right, its all up to you punk. What walks on four feet in the morning, two in the afternoon and three at night?" Hmm, Skylar paused. She always loved riddles when she was younger. Her father used to tell them to her all the time when she was growing up, before he left her. She felt like she'd heard this one before, but the answer just evaded her. "Come on, the clock is ticking", Farrah warned her, whilst expectantly reaching for the lever. Next to Skylar, Rowan moaned as a trickle of orange slime slapped down over her forehead as she turned to intently listen. "Oh man", she complained as the gunge continued to splatter against her eyelids, much to her displeasure. "That's it, it's mankind! We crawl on four feet as a baby, walk with two feet as adults and use a walking stick when we're old! Get in!" Skylar shouted, triumphantly.

"Oh bugger, correct!" Farrah snarled in grave disappointment. Overjoyed, Skylar dashed out of her gunge tank and Jessica swiftly followed, without hesitation. But just as Rowan was about to jump out, Farrah held the door shut, proclaiming "Not so fast Rowan. As the only loser, you deserve an extra punishment." She then signalled to Skylar, whilst pointing at a foam cannon behind them. Gleefully, the blonde ran over and pushed it closer, towards Rowan. Farrah opened up the tank door and ran out of the way as soap buds began to leak out over her feet. Skylar meanwhile, blasted her naked friend white with the foam, before Rowan could do anything to stop her. Aiming the blast all over Rowan's gorgeous body, Skylar demanded the brunette to turn around so she could cover her delightful backside before she finished. Turning back around, once her body was completely covered, Rowan was surprised by a sudden deluge of dark blue gunge which splattered down upon her. Squealing in delight, Skylar threw a custard pie at Rowan's crotch, which splattered between her legs alluringly.

Laughing as the dark blue slime continued to gush down over Rowan, Jessica joked, "I think another trip to the dunk tank is in order." Without even complaining, the brunette trundled over to the tank and sat back down nervously, awaiting her dunking. Skylar then gleefully pushed down on the lever, sending her friend tumbling down into the freezing water. Shrieking, Rowan, rubbed her eyes as she resurfaced, glad to have removed most of the stinging foam from her pale, pallid skin. Still not completely clean however, the teenager offered no resistance as Jessica demanded, "Right my turn! Get back up onto your seat sweetie!" Obeying her, Rowan then climbed back up, whilst waving her bum in the air, thus encouraging Jessica to slap her rear end playfully.

Giddily, Jessica slammed her fist on the lever, dunking Rowan back under the water. Her limbs spread-eagled, the brunette made no attempt to hide her modesty as she splattered down, showering the unsuspecting redhead. Holding her breath under the water, Rowan began to swim around in the tank, before blowing a raspberry towards Jessica. Rowan then jumped up out of the tank and embraced Jessica like before, taking care to get her as damp as was humanly possible. Then, once the redhead had finally wriggled free, Farrah handed Rowan a towel. Whilst the shivering brunette began to rub herself down, Skylar miraculously found her dress hidden under the bucket.

Returning to her friends, Skylar demanded, "Right, now its time for you to fulfil your side of the bargain. We won, so give us your powers, like you promised." "Hmm, I'm not sure", Farrah replied, wistfully. "Look, you made a deal", Skylar complained. Farrah paused, perhaps it would be fun to have a few apprentices, girls that she could mould and train and who would worship her. She was pretty lonely, what with being on the run for months now. Furthermore, should her enemies ever find her, she sure would need somebody to help her. Plus, Rowan seemed like a nice girl and she had slowly warmed to Jessica over the course of the evening. They would be easy to train if they were willing. But Skylar could prove to be a handful, a real loose cannon. She wouldn't easily accept her authority, like the others. Knowing Skylar's type, she would almost certainly grow impatient and misuse her powers whenever anything proved to be too difficult. But hey, what did she have to lose in the grand scheme of things? She was awfully lonely. "Oh okay, girls, sit down at my table and we'll begin", she answered.

Jessica meanwhile, stole the damp towel off Rowan and began to slap the naked girl across her backside. Laughing, Rowan reached forward to stop her and lost her balance, falling on top of Jessica as they landed, just like earlier in the evening. Cheekily, she then kissed Jessica on the lips, before tickling her armpits. "Come on, you know you like it", she joked as Jessica wiped her lips clean and squirmed uncontrollably. Continuing to pin the redhead down, she gleefully accepted a custard pie off Skylar and slammed it into Jessica's pretty face, before she could wriggle free. Jumping up, Rowan put her yellow dress back on and going commando joined her friends by the table ready for their prizes.

Wiping the cream from her eyes, Jessica watched on nervously as Farrah brought out three whipped cream pies and placed them on the table in front of them. "So, girls, these pies have been enchanted. All you have to do is slap them in your face and you'll have magical powers. So, go on then!" Farrah encouraged them. Instantly, Jessica picked hers up and slapped it up against her own cheeks, only for Farrah to burst out laughing. "Tricked you, you numpty. They're just pies silly." Immediately, Skylar and Rowan picked up their own pies and gave Jessica a pie sandwich, just to taunt her idiocy. Her cheeks engulfed in cream, Jessica was unable to prevent Rowan from kissing her on the cheek, for what most have been the fiftieth time already this evening. "Seems like the tables are turning now pet", she teased, before licking her lips of the cream upon them.

Jess meanwhile picked up Rowan's towel and wiped her face clean. "Hey, that wasn't fair", she complained, feeling humiliated. "I know, I know, it was just a bit of fun. Look, what power would you like? How about you go first?" Farrah suggested. Continuing, she added, "Remember, you can only have one power, and once I give it to you, there's no going back. My powers enable me to gift others a superpower for one whole week. But I can't yet remove powers, so be careful with what you wish for."

Flooded by a thousand ideas, Jessica took a moment to composer herself before declaring, "I know, I'd like the power of telepathy. I've always wanted to be able to read people's minds, ever since I first learnt that my parents lied to me." "Okay", began Farrah, concerned that what Jessica really needed was a shrink to listen to her sob story. Instead, the blonde sorceress reached over and placed her palm on Jessica's forehead before chanting a spell. Once finished, she began, "Now, this power doesn't come naturally, you have to train your mind to awaken itself to your gift. So how about we play a little messy game to coax your new skill out of you?"

Jess however was highly sceptical and afraid of being set up again. She certainly didn't feel any different to thirty seconds ago, despite Farrah's clammy hand touching her forehead. But then Rowan slapped her on the back, saying, "Come on, don't be a chicken again", causing Skylar to burst out laughing, remembering Jessica's hilarious hypnotic impersonation from earlier.

"Fine", Jess retorted, rather confused by why everyone was suddenly laughing at her expense. What was so funny about being called a chicken? "Great, now just stand still", Farrah requested, as she tied a blindfold around the redhead's face. Then, removing a tarpaulin, she revealed twenty numbered buckets filled with an assortment of food and slime. Calling over Skylar and Rowan, she revealed that one bucket was in fact filled with only confetti. "Now Jess, I want you to try to read Skylar and Rowan's minds. I've instructed them both to think of the number of the bucket with confetti inside and nothing else. I want you to draw that number from their minds and repeat it. Whichever number you call out, the corresponding bucket will then be emptied over your head. So, you'd better learn how to use your skill fast, if you want to avoid getting messy!"

Still blindfolded, Jess tried to latch onto Skylar's mind. But she couldn't get through, she felt and heard absolutely nothing. "Hey, you're tricking me, I can't read her mind whatsoever", she complained. "Jess, concentrate", Farrah warned, impatient at the girl's own impatience. Suddenly, as if by magic, Jess felt the number seven pop into her head. She couldn't explain how or why, it just seemed to come naturally. "Seven please", she announced, confidently. Keeping a straight face, Skylar picked up the seventh bucket and tiptoed over to her friend, before emptying a bucket of custard all over her. Shrieking, as the cold lumpy sauce sloshed down upon her, Jessica complained, "Hey, I knew this was a set up! You're nothing but a conman Farrah", as custard oozed down inside her dress and over her chest. Her fringe plastered to her forehead, the redhead wiped the custard from her eyes and flicked her digits towards Rowan. Lightly splattered on the cheeks, the brunette stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry.

"No, no, I assure you, you have the power of telepathy. You just need to practice and believe in yourself. If you think I'm a fraud, you'll never conquer your ability. Concentrate and clear your mind of all other thoughts, its not meant to be simple", Farrah warned her. Placated, Jessica decided to try to latch onto Rowan's mind instead. After twenty seconds of silence, she gradually began to hear a familiar voice echo inside her head. "Gosh, I'm freezing. My bum's numb, I wonder whatever happened to my knickers. Though I quite like being commando, I feel really free and liberated, though it freaked me out at first, I should try it more often." Jess couldn't believe it, the voice really sounded like Rowan, in both how and what she spoke. Trust Rowan to still be thinking about her bottom. Furthermore, she kept hearing the sound 'fre' being repeated. Hence, taking the hint, Jessica announced, "Number three please." Utterly useless at poker, Rowan was pathetically unable to keep a straight face. Picking up the bucket, she ran at her friend at threw its contents, tomato sauce, all over the plucky teenager.

Cheekily, the brunette then leant forward and licked the ketchup and custard off Jessica's cheek. This proved to be a great mistake, as the orangey concoction was utterly disgusting. Retaliating, Jessica wiped her hands over her face, before rubbing them all over Rowan's cheeks and kissing her on the lips playfully. Whispering, she cooed, "Oi, numb bum, you should try going commando, I dare you." Sensing Rowan's shock of recognition, Jessica surmised, "I apologise, Farrah you were right, I was able to read Rowan's mind, the only problem was that she cheated. You told her to clear her mind and think of the number, but she didn't. Hence, I think Rowan needs a little punishment to teach her a lesson."

Unsurprisingly, Farrah agreed and handed Jessica a custard pie. The redhead bade Rowan to drop to her knees, before tickling the crown of her head and slapping the pie into her cheeks with great gusto. Rubbing the pie tin over her nose, Jessica then surprised Rowan by pouring a large bucket of barbecue sauce all over her. Opening out the front of her dress, to ensure coverage over her breasts, Jessica then bent down and kissed her neck, causing Skylar to tut disapprovingly. All evening, the blonde's mood swings had been getting worse and worse and she was beginning to severely object to her two best friends getting closer. Feeling excluded, Skylar determined to drive the duo apart by the end of the evening. Rubbing her rash, which was stinging sharper than ever, Skylar kicked a bucket over in frustration.

Sensing her friend's rising anger, Jessica decided to try to read her mind to see what was bothering her. Concentrating with all her might, she heard her friend's voice start to come through, but all she could decipher was the word, "twelve, twelve, twelve, twelve", being continuously repeated. Overly pleased with herself, Jess requested, "Twelve please Skylar." Nodding sullenly, Skylar walked up and swiftly poured a bucket of mustard all over her. Bamboozled as she felt the mustard wash down over her stomach, Jessica complained, "But I heard you say twelve, you cheated." "No, I didn't, prove it!" Skylar retorted, aggressively. Not wanting an argument to develop, Rowan stepped forward and began, "Never mind Jess, try me again, come on, you can do it."

Turning her mind towards her friend, Jessica began to intently listen. "Gosh, Jess sure looks cute covered in slime, I think I'm starting to develop a major crush on her. She's such a great kisser too, better than Joe certainly. I wonder if she's still hypnotized and will kiss me again?" "Rowan, stop thinking about kissing me and think about the number", Jess shot back, causing the brunette to blush ashamedly.

Her friend utterly embarrassed, Jessica tuned in once more and heard, "Oh dear, oh dear, she heard me, oh dear. Anyway, fourteen, fourteen, fourteen, oh dear." "Fourteen please", Jess cried, triumphantly. Rowan picked up the fourteenth bucket and tipped the confetti all over her friend. "Get in!" Jessica cried as the confetti stuck to the custard and ketchup strewn across her cheeks. Removing the blindfold, she turned to Skylar and announced, "Its real, I can read people's minds, I can't believe it! Now, as revenge for tricking me earlier", she began, before picking up the nearest bucket. Then just as she was about to empty it over Skylar, the blonde cried out, "Mango!" Suddenly, Jess re-entered her trance and instead headed for Rowan, before tipping the cocktail sauce all over her.

Shrieking, Rowan lost her footing and slipped forwards onto the slippery ground beneath her feet. Defenceless, she wailed as Skylar cried out "Mango!" again and Jessica emptied a bucket of light blue gunge over the coquettish brunette. "Mango!" demanded Skylar a third time, causing an oblivious Jessica to empty a bucket of pea soup over Rowan, who was now even messier than her friend. Galled, Farrah clicked her fingers and cried, "Enough, enough!" snapping Jessica out of her trance instantaneously. Suddenly realising what had just happened, the teenager turned towards Skylar accusingly. But this proved to be a grave mistake, as it afforded Rowan the time to get back up and retaliate. Picking up a bucket of dark pink slime, she chucked it all over Jessica. The redhead returned fire with a bucket of tartare sauce and Rowan swiftly replied with a bucket of melted chocolate.

"Guys, guys, stop!" Farrah shouted. Blocking their paths to the remaining buckets, the sorceress shot a sly glance sideways towards Skylar. The golden blonde had better stop messing around, for the buckets of gunge belonged to the clowns and they would unfairly blame her for everything that had happened this evening. For Farrah had learnt the hard way never to annoy clowns, for otherwise they would make you the star in their slapstick routine as punishment. Nevertheless, despite her best efforts, she'd been unable to remove the hypnotism spell from Jessica. She wasn't sure why she couldn't remove it, something seemed off, but she sincerely hoped that Jessica didn't like eating fruit salad. Trigger words, mango, bananas and peaches would be off limit, until she managed to fix her unfortunate remedy.

"Right, I think you both should take another trip in the dunk tank", Farrah joked, as slime trickled down the youngster's legs in unison. Nodding, Rowan removed her dress and threw it towards Farrah, asking, "Hey, could you give this a quick dry again? Clearly, its already ruined, but I just want to feel warm and dry, before I leave here this evening." Standing naked next to Jessica, Rowan cooed, "Come on, you too, you must be freezing." Nodding, Jessica lifted her dress up over her head and standing in just her underwear, passed her dress to Farrah. "Come on, underwear too", the older blonde insisted. Blushing, Jessica unhooked her bra, before carefully sliding her knickers down her mustard stained legs, as Rowan watched on intently. Covering her nether regions, Jessica kept her suspicious eyes trained on Farrah, in case she too lost her underwear. Rowan meanwhile marched her over to the dunk tank, crying, "Right it's my turn to dunk you, up you get cutie."

Slapping Jessica on the bum, Rowan pushed her up to the seat above the dunk tank. Smiling, Rowan gleefully pushed down on the lever dropping her friend into the tank kicking and screaming. Shrieking, Jessica bombed downwards, exploding into the water. Inevitably a gigantic splash engulfed the nearby Rowan. Desperately trying to cling onto the side of the tank, Jessica gulped as Rowan joked, "Oh dear, we missed a bit", and poured a bucket of lime green gunge over her head and shoulders. Giggling, Jessica splashed water at her friend before dunking her own head back under the water. Having wiped most of the gunk from her thighs, the redhead then climbed back up to the seat above the tank, ready to be dunked a second time. Taunting the redhead, Rowan paused before pretending to push the lever a couple of times before catching Jessica off guard and plunging her into the water.

Watching her friends joke around, Skylar sighed as she gradually become overcome by a sense of dread and loneliness. Her mood swings getting worse, the blonde even began to clean up the empty buckets to occupy herself. Eventually, after about thirty seconds of splashing Rowan, Jessica waded to the side of the tank and bade Rowan to climb up onto the seat above her. Once sat down, the brunette was surprised by Farrah, who released the giant bucket above the tank, causing ranch dressing to splatter down all over her face and chest, as she made the mistake of looking upwards. Farrah then pressed the lever, dropping Rowan into the tank and splashing Jessica. Jess then turned and began to hug her friend, their naked, nubile bodies intertwining. Grasping Rowan into her chest, Jessica sent a telepathic message, declaring, "We must get our own back on Skylar." Then, without warning, Jessica began grasping at Rowan's left breast and lent in to snog her.

Aghast, Farrah shot Skylar a look of disgust, but the blonde truthfully replied, "I didn't say anything!" Meanwhile, pushing the brunette up against the side of the tank, Jessica slid her right hand down over Rowan's bottom, before pinching her. Reciprocating, Rowan slid her tongue inside Jessica's mouth and drew her hands to the redhead's waist, who responded by pinching her left bosom. "Girls, girls, get a room", Farrah remarked, as Skylar cringed at her friends unexpected openness. By now Farrah was seriously worried. Had the hypnotism permanently affected Jessica's brain, or had she always been secretly into Rowan? The brunette on the other hand, could she have been affected by the suggestive images on her crystal ball, which clearly showed Rowan, Jessica and Joe having a threesome? The future could still be changed, but could the future permanently change the present? Choosing to keep these concerns to herself, Farrah then helped the two girls out of the tank, before handing them each a warm towel. Inevitably, like before, neither girls' towel completely covered their breasts, a fact which caused the duo to playfully tease and prod each other.

"Right, my turn", an impatient Skylar demanded, before adding, "I'd like the power of telekinesis." "Alright, good choice", Farrah replied, worried that the blonde wouldn't be able to handle it. Nevertheless, Farrah approached the teen, before pressing her hands firmly into Skylar's palms and chanting. "Now, just like with Jessica, you're have to practice first, so there's no point trying to lift up anything too heavy to begin with", she warned her. Suddenly feeling energised, the previously sour and lethargic Skylar felt an electrical current running through her veins and gasped at the unfamiliar, invigorating feeling. Concentrating with all her might, she focused on a custard pie laying on the table. Slowly, she managed to make it rise two feet up in the air, which was met with universal approval. "Very impressive for a first try", Farrah remarked, before being caught off guard, as Skylar then sent the pie flying straight into Rowan's face, before she could stop her.

Custard adorning her pretty cheeks, Rowan's skin tingled at the sheer velocity of the pieing. Wiping her eyes clear, she then flicked some of the custard over at Jessica. Next, Skylar turned her attention to a bucket of red gunge, which she had hover over Jessica's head tauntingly. "No, please don't, anything else", the teenager foolishly pleaded. "Alright then", Skylar replied, before using her powers to whip the towel away from Jessica's chest, whilst the bucket remained hovering above her. Completely naked, the teenager cried out in astonishment, before covering her breasts and crotch with her hands as Skylar cruelly smirked at her. Then, the blonde tipped the bucket of red gunge all over her cowering friend, who was just beginning to lose her patience with her.

"My goodness, that was impressive. You're a natural", Farrah exclaimed, whilst secretly fearing that Skylar was far too powerful for a simple beginner. Nobody should be able to control two objects at once, just two minutes after first garnering her new powers. Something wasn't right, but she just couldn't place it.

Catching Rowan laughing at her friend, Skylar tried to control the brunette's body, but found her, like Farrah had warned her, just a little bit too heavy. Trying with all her might, she couldn't push the teenager towards the dunk tank, despite her best efforts. So, instead, Skylar manipulated a custard pie into hovering just in front of her. Then, before Rowan knew what had happened, she felt her neck thrust forwards, plunging her face into the pie before her. Watching her prot Farrah was now becoming seriously worried. Skylar was already able to partially manipulate people. Her telekinetic powers would last a week, just how powerful could she get before then?

Next, inevitably, Skylar also removed Rowan's towel, leaving her, just like Jessica, completely naked. Perhaps if her two friends did declare their love for one another, then maybe just maybe, Rowan would dump Joe, leaving him available. Moments later, Skylar made Jessica stretch out her arms and petitioned a caramel cream pie to fly into them. Then, she controlled Jess hands to make her smash the pie into her own face, with such great gusto that she fell over.

Determining to put a stop to proceedings, Farrah remarked, "Bravo Skylar, bravo, but pause for a moment, could you? Now, I must warn you not to over extend yourself. Girls, come here and I'll demonstrate." Jessica put her towel back on, but poor Rowan, just like before, simply couldn't find hers. Still naked, she joined her friend besides the sorceress. "Now, Skylar, try to get Jessica to pinch Rowan on the bum", Farrah ordered. "Erm, okay", Skylar remarked before taking control of Jessica's right hand and pinching the blushing brunette on her right cheek as requested. "Good, everything feels normal still, doesn't it? Now, get Jessica to slap Rowan, on her bum really viciously." Skylar nodded before forcing Jessica to slap Rowan as hard as she could, three times, on her cute little rear. Yelping in shock, Rowan blushed as she turned to face a grinning Jessica, as two more slaps, not controlled by Skylar, reverberated against her friend's bare bottom. Tenderly, rubbing the brunette's cute backside, she apologised, declaring, "Sorry, I just couldn't help it."

"Now notice anything?" Farrah asked Skylar. "I can still control Jessica", Skylar remarked as she made Jess slap Rowan a sixth time, much to the brunette's annoyance. "Wait, no! I can't move! My body's frozen!" she wailed. "Yes, exactly. If you use your powers to directly hurt or abuse others, you won't be able to move yourself for another three minutes. You can still keep on using your powers, but you'll make yourself exceedingly vulnerable. Jessica meanwhile pinched Rowan's backside again, as Rowan whispered, "Hey cheeky, I'll get you back for this, just watch me."

After rubbing her stinging backside, Rowan picked up her towel and wrapped it, once more, around her chest and pelvis. "My turn, she cried, expectantly. "I'd like the power of invisibility!" "Great choice", Farrah remarked before pressing her hands against Rowan's temples and chanting a spell with great vigour. Speaking in English once again, Farrah remarked, "Right dear, clear your mind of all your thoughts, if you wish to go invisible." Suddenly, Rowan vanished in thin air before them. That was, except for her towel, which was still wrapped around her body and clearly visible. "Well done, that's great for your first attempt. Now, as you can see, you can only make yourself, not your clothes invisible", Farrah added. Nodding Rowan took off her towel and threw it to the ground. Now nobody could see her.

Groping outwards, Farrah then held Rowan by the arm and picked up a bucket of dark green gunge, before pouring it all over her. Astonishingly, the faint outline of Rowan's face, shoulders and chest was visible amongst a slither of green slime, which appeared to hover in the air, as if by magic. Explaining what had happened, Farrah said, "Similarly, if you get covered in anything, that will also give away your location." Sniggering, Jessica could faintly see the outline of Rowan's erect nipples in the floating slime before her. Farrah then tipped a bucket of water over Rowan, who then wiped herself down with a towel, making herself once again invisible. Then following a short pause, Farrah went to touch Rowan's arm, but groping aimlessly, simply couldn't find her. Jessica glanced off to her right, where on earth was Rowan? Suddenly, without warning, the invisible girl tiptoed up behind her and emptied a bucket of pink slime over the back of her head and shoulders. Shrieking, Jessica turned around and felt Rowan kiss her on the forehead.

Her lips, smothered in slime, suddenly visible, Rowan blew Jessica a kiss before wiping them. "Jessica! Use your telepathy!" Farrah chided her. Whilst Rowan and Skylar especially were naturals, Jessica was still rather useless. "You should have known what she was about to do!" Farrah berated. Remembering her powers, Jessica heard Rowan think, "I'll catch her off guard and pull her towel off her chest." So, hanging tightly onto her towel, Jessica was instead surprised by a pie thrown into the side of her face. "Oh Jess, you have a lot to learn", chortled Farrah, as the redhead grunted in annoyance.

Not to be defeated, Jessica channelled Rowan one final time. Moments later, she heard her murmur, "I'll pause a while to taunt her." Sure enough, Rowan picked up a pie and halted. Waiting for Rowan's next move, Jessica heard her friend think, "Now!" before releasing the pie towards her. Timing her duck with perfection, Jessica narrowly avoided being splattered by the shaving cream pie and pumped her fist accordingly. But then, without warning, the pie came flying back and slapped against the back of her head. Chortling, Skylar remarked, "Don't forget about my powers sweetie!" Guessing Rowan's whereabouts, Farrah tipped a bucket of custard over the invisible girl, but caught mostly just her tiny breasts in the onslaught. Her coated curves betraying her location, Rowan simpered once the sorceress took her by the wrist and bade her to stand still for a moment.

"Now Rowan, just like the others, you must not abuse your powers", Farrah warned her. Continuing, she added, "As a fail-safe, I have planted a weak spot on the tip of your nose." Farrah then pressed where she thought Rowan's nose might be and the girl suddenly reappeared, naked in all her glory before them. Blushing, Rowan covered her crotch with her free hand and tried to wrestle herself free unsuccessfully. Farrah then warned her, "Now, you can't go invisible for another five minutes, so bare that in mind whenever you feel like going for an invisible wander.

Reaching down to pick up her towel, Rowan was surprised by Skylar who made it hang in the air above her. Jumping up, the towel just out of reach, Rowan cried, "Hey, give it back! Skylar, I'm freezing!" Despite her cheery nature, Rowan, like Jessica, was just starting to get fed up with her clique leader. "No chance", the blonde alpha female cackled, as she watched the brunette jump up and down in vain, her breasts swaying as she flailed.

Moments later, the girls heard the ping of the dryer indicate that its latest cycle had finished. Fishing out her bra, Jessica decided that it still wasn't dry enough and so cast it aside, before pulling her mostly dry knickers up her legs, despite them making her feel slightly uncomfortable. Carefully, she turned her back to the others and dropped her towel before lifting her dress up over her. Skylar meanwhile, dropped Rowan's towel over her head, causing the brunette to stumble and fall forwards. Before she could pick herself up off the floor, Skylar sent a shaving cream pie flying smack against her bum, before a second pie careered into her face as she turned around to inspect the damage. Then, to her great relief, Skylar found that she could move her own limbs once again, before Rowan could sneak up on her and give her, her comeuppance. Thus, in a rare moment of placation, Skylar helped Rowan off the floor before wiping her backside for her, with the towel.

Still commando, Rowan put her stained yellow dress back on over her head and gestured towards Jessica. Taking it as a sign to read her mind, Jessica tuned to her friend, ready to listen intently. "Right, let's get our own back on Skylar, its about time", Rowan suggested. "I know, she still hasn't got messy yet has she? But, she does have by far the most powerful power, I don't know how we'd defeat her, even with working together", Jessica replied, tentatively. "Take control of her mind Jess, I'm sure you can do it", Rowan shot back, in encouragement. "Maybe, but I'm still struggling to control my own powers, unlike you two. I don't know how you do it, I find it really difficult. Plus, I'm still under Skylar's hypnotic influence", Jessica warned her.

Sensing that her friends were communicating, Skylar slapped Jessica on the bum, breaking her connection with Rowan. Whispering, she added, "Guys, I don't need to be a mind reader to realise that you're both conspiring against me. But as I'm sure you've already gathered, I'm far more powerful than either of you, so I wouldn't even bother. Besides, if there's anyone you should be looking to gain your own back on, its Farrah." Then, keeping her back turned to the sorceress, Skylar slyly took control of a whipped cream pie and splattered it into Farrah's unexpecting face. "Hey", she cried, caught by surprise, as the cream dribbled down her chin and over her shoulders. "I thought you were a clairvoyant!" Jessica retorted, chortling. "You should have seen that coming!" Wiping her brow, Farrah replied, "Yeah, I should have. But, look, my powers are far stronger with physical contact and the help of my crystal ball to guide me. Besides, it's all well and good knowing the future, but there's not always something you can do to stop it!"

Pausing for a moment, Farrah continued, "Anyway, I've seen your future Skylar and these two are going to turn on you. You're going into that gunge tank over there, its your destiny." "Your lying", Skylar spat back, before adding, "Besides, you said earlier that our futures are not fixed, so your prophecy is sadly mistaken." Farrah then turned her attention back to the others. "Anyway, why haven't you two pied Skylar? She's far more deserving than I am, in getting her comeuppance."

"Jess, Rowan, don't listen to her", Skylar interrupted. "Look, Farrah, as a clairvoyant, you must know that they won't ever stand up against me. I'm the alpha female, they won't ever betray me." "Maybe not, but they won't be able to stop you getting messy", Farrah cried, before lobbing a custard pie towards her. But Skylar was just too quick. With the pie inches away from her face, she took control of the dessert and sent it hurtling back towards Farrah. Splattering against her forehead, the pie sloshed down over her nose and chin before disintegrating over her bosom.

Realising that she had come mightily close to pieing Skylar, Farrah decided that speed and sleight of hand would be the keys to her glorious victory. Surveying a row of five chocolate pies, she decided to pick up the fourth one. But then, Farrah felt her skirt ride up, and the pie fly around her waist before smashing into her bottom. Clearly Jessica had already chosen sides and was listening into her mind and forewarning Skylar of all her impending decisions.

Her backside stinging, Farrah sighed, she would have to first disable Jessica. Figuring that Skylar wouldn't bother protecting her friend, the blonde threw another pie at the redhead. With great velocity, it smashed into the teenager's cheeks, causing her shake her fist in annoyance at Skylar, for not saving her. Clearing her mind, Farrah realised that she could overcome Jessica's powers by not making any future plans and simply relying on instinct. So, without even thinking, she blindly picked up a caramel cream pie and randomly threw it at Jessica. To the teenager's great shock, it slapped violently against her collarbone, before sliding down inside her dress and over her bosom. Fishing the pie tin out, Jessica complained, "I can't read her mind, its as if she's no longer thinking!"

In retaliation, Skylar used her powers to rip the purple headscarf off Farrah's forehead. Knowing what was coming, Farrah tried to hold down her dress, but to no avail. Skylar was too cruel, too powerful, too determined. Cackling, she ripped Farrah's dress clean off her body. "Don't worry, you can keep your underwear, I'm not a lesbian", Skylar joked as she sent Farrah's dress flying into the bottom of the dunk tank. Initially horrified, Farrah's mood suddenly brightened as she realised that Skylar's actions had caused her to freeze to the spot a second time. Now, finally, this was her chance, the blonde trouble maker was vulnerable.

But to succeed, she'd still need Rowan and Jessica's help to defeat her. Her own powers, clairvoyance and power bestowal were fairly pitiful compared to Skylar's telekinesis. So, she decided to utilise her next most powerful weapon, the ability to sow seeds of betrayal. "Skylar, I know you love Joe, I've seen your future. You constantly pine for him and feel betrayed by Rowan for dating him. You're never be happy, living out your lonely life as a spinster. Rowan, meanwhile, she's going to marry him." "What, is this true?" Rowan asked, dumbfounded. She hadn't taken the crystal ball seriously before, when she saw glimpses of their wedding. She presumed it was all an elaborate hoax, but now she was starting to believe in it.

Enraged, Skylar focused her tumultuous mind against Rowan and ripped her yellow dress from her body, before tearing it into dozens of tiny little pieces. Then, finding super human strength in her uncontrolled anger, she lifted up the naked brunette and dunked her viciously into the dunk tank. Watching on in horror, Jessica was showered in water as she tried in vain to stop her. "Skylar, stop it!" the redhead cried. "Joe doesn't love you, he loves Rowan, look, her told me." "Lies!", Skylar screamed as she dunked Rowan, once again back under the water. Horrified that Skylar might try to drown her friend, Farrah suddenly had a brainwave. The sorceress cried, 'straw' and instantly Jessica began acting like a chicken. Hypnotized, the redhead began to cluck and claw at floor, causing Skylar to collapse into a fit of giggles. Losing her focus, the blonde let go of Rowan, who crashed once more into the dunk tank. Coming to her senses, Skylar then began sobbing uncontrollably.

As Jessica rushed to rescue Rowan, Skylar wailed at her inability to move and wipe away her tears. "Rowan, I'm so, so sorry, please can you ever forgive me? I don't know what's come over me today, I feel so highly strung, emotional and aggressive. If Joe loves you, then of course, I'm happy for you." Suddenly, Skylar's rash began to itch far worse than ever. But, there was nothing Skylar could do, for she was still utterly frozen.

Climbing up out of the dunk tank, a nervous, sheepish Rowan began to wipe herself down with a towel, before wrapping it around her sore, aching body. Encompassing a motionless Skylar in a tender, loving hug, she whispered that she forgave her. Jessica meanwhile, hooked her arm around Rowan and joined in their embrace. Fearful of Skylar, she was not quite as forgiving. Smiling, Rowan whispered, "How about we get our own back on Farrah, for trying to drive us apart? I have a great idea." Briefly explaining her plan to the others, Rowan turned around to find that Farrah had suddenly vanished.

"Guys, where is she?" Skylar cried. "She's got to be here somewhere, she doesn't have the power to phase through walls and we're blocking the exit. Jess, use your telepathic powers to find her, she'll sure to give away her location." Finding that she could move once again, Skylar added, "Look, lets spread out, we can cover more ground and she's sure to panic when one of us is near her.

Focusing carefully, Jessica quickly picked up Farrah's mind. But to her horror, all she could pick out was the blonde repeating the word 'peach' over and over. Sure enough, Jessica swiftly returned to her hypnotic state and launched herself lustfully at Rowan. Embracing her, she smacked her lips against the brunette's cheeks and pushed her up against the side of the dunk tank. In a bid to escape, Rowan wisely made herself invisible. Throwing off her towel, she wriggled free and darted to her right, as a highly confused Jessica insatiably began chasing after lost shadows, looking for Rowan.

With Jessica still hypnotized and forlornly moping, Skylar sighed, "I guess, we'll have to do it the hard way." One by one, with her mind, she began to lift up every object that Farrah could possibly be hiding under. But five minutes later, she still hadn't found her. Rowan meanwhile sat down on the ground, causing an unsuspecting, mournful Jessica to trip over her. The sheer spectacle caused Farrah to laugh, instantly giving away her position. "She's in the washing machine", Rowan cried, in sheer jubilation. Breaking free of her trance, Jessica picked herself off the floor and headed over towards her. Skylar meanwhile ripped the door to the machine clean off, before trying to dislodge Farrah from within it. But lacking the same uncontrollable rage as before, found that she was unable to lift the woman.

Instead, Jessica and Rowan, who was still invisible, dragged Farrah out of the tank and began to push her towards the gunge tanks. Opening up the door to the left-hand tank with her mind, Skylar accidentally swung it wide open into Rowan. Striking her on her nose, the door stole away her cloak of invisibility. Completely naked once again, the brunette had to react quickly as Farrah tried to make her escape and so instead pushed her inside the middle gunge tank.

Then, as Skylar locked the door, trapping Farrah inside, Jessica remarked, "Hang on, isn't that the tank that is empty?" "Yeah, you're right, but that's alright, I don't want to gunge Farrah for the moment. I have much greater plans for her later. Besides, if she's trapped inside, there's nothing she can do to protect you", Skylar admitted. "Skylar, what do you mean?" began Jessica, before feeling her clothes lift off her body, leaving her, like Rowan, completely stark naked. Then, the two girls found themselves pushed inside the tanks either side of Farrah and there was nothing they could do to stop her. "Jessica, take control of her mind", Rowan wailed. Desperately, Jessica tried to latch onto Skylar, but instead heard an unfamiliar voice reverberate inside of her. "Skylar ignore her", the thunderous voice cried, leaving Jessica to shout, "I can't, she's lost her mind, it's as if she's being possessed, its impossible", to Rowan's grave disappointment. "Skylar, let us out, please don't do this", Rowan wailed. But Skylar simply ignored her.

Instead, Skylar released the mechanism of Rowan's tank, causing sunflower oil to begin to rise up from the bottom. The floor now slippery, the brunette screamed as she tragically slipped over. Moments later, nacho cheese sauce began to pour down from the top of the tank, striking Rowan directly on the forehead. Kneeling on the floor of the tank, the sunflower oil rising above her hips, cheese swarmed down all over Rowan. Instantly, she was coat in inches of thick creamy gunk, which she found utterly revolting. Foolishly, she then made the mistake of looking directly up and received a face full of the slimy nachos.

Panicking as the sunflower oil reached up to her chest, Rowan carefully stood back up, keeping her hands hanging onto the side of the tank to support her. Unable thus to protect her face, she cringed as she felt the oily sauce ooze into her every orifice. Then once the nacho cheese sauce dribbled to a halt, Rowan once more made the mistake of looking back up above her. For suddenly, thick, glutinous, black treacle came gushing down the nozzle. Standing directly beneath it, Rowan felt the full force as it began to turn her svelte body entirely black and shimmering. Twenty seconds later, the treacle came trickling to a stop. Exhausted, Rowan breathed a sigh of relief, when suddenly Skylar opened up the top of the tank above her. Locating three bags of feathers, she lifted them up and poured them inside the tank, all over Rowan. The sunflower oil blocking the feathers from covering anywhere below her chest, the poor brunette looked like a half-plucked chicken.

Turning her attention back to Jessica, Skylar listened scornfully as Jessica pleaded, "Please, please Skylar, don't." Ignoring her, Skylar lifted up the top of the tank and with all her might, summoned up all the remaining water left in the dunk tank and rained it down upon the redhead. The deluge lasted fifteen seconds as it continued to splatter on down upon her. Soon enough, the redhead was up to her neck inside the tank and fearful of drowning. "That was fun, I think I'll do it again", Skylar cackled as she lifted up the water and splashed it back down upon the shrieking redhead. Then once water had settled around her neck, Skylar simply lifted up the water and deposited it back into the dunk tank, as Jessica shivered and swore at her.

"Right, time to find out your punishment", Skylar murmured, before replacing the lid back over the gunge tank. To the redhead's horror, the compartment above her was at least three times the size of the others. Whatever it was, it wouldn't be pleasant. Sure enough, Jessica squealed as slurry began to splatter on down all over her. In total, twenty galloons of the slurry slapped down on the cute redhead, the deluge lasting almost a minute. Losing her footing, Jessica fell backwards and disappeared completely under the surface of the gunk, coating her entire body in the revolting muck, much to Skylar's enjoyment. Then, just when Jessica thought things couldn't get any worse, Skylar opened up the top half of the door to the tank and wheeled around the foam cannon. Blasting the cannon at the nubile teenager, Skylar chortled as Jessica's front turned a ghostly white. Her back, however remained a dark foreboding black, making her look utterly ridiculous, like a half-eaten Oreo.

Watching on in horror, Farrah wondered just what hideous revenge Skylar still had planned for her. Rowan and Jessica's humiliations had been all her fault, she should never have given them magical powers. Skylar was too unstable, too undeserving of telekinesis. She had used it for utter contemptuous evil. But then, why hadn't she frozen to the spot like earlier? Furthermore, Skylar was far more powerful than any rookie before her. Everything was just so bewildering.

Suddenly, without warning, Skylar fell backwards and collapsed to the floor fainting. As she fell, the silver bangle on her wrist slid off and clattered against Farrah's gunge tank. Wiping her eyes, Rowan noticed the rash, consisting of three small dots upon her wrist and cried out, "Hey, I've seen that rash before, on the moody waitress!"

"Oh no, oh no!" Farrah replied, panicking. "My prophecy is coming true, just as the crystal ball projected. That mark is the sign of the twins Romina and Cosetta. The crystal ball warned me that they were coming, I should have left immediately. Your friend, Skylar has clearly been possessed, if we don't act now, it may be too late to save her." "So, you're saying that Skylar's behaviour tonight was caused by her being possessed, not because she's malevolent and evil?", asked Rowan, tentatively. "Partially, yes, though her thoughts and feelings would have only been exaggerated and manipulated", Farrah replied. "Deep down, she would still have wanted to torment you." "Good, I knew it. Skylar would never betray us", Rowan gushed, choosing not listening to the second part of Farrah's sentence. Jessica, in contrast, was far more reticent and unwilling to forgive Skylar, who was still out cold, her degrading humiliation.

Opening up the door to her tank, Farrah hurriedly put her dress back on before declaring, "Look, we only have an hour to spare if we are to save her. You said there was another girl with these marks? Well, you'd better go and find her quickly. I'll stay with Skylar and look after her." Suddenly the crystal ball began to rock back and forth violently. Crashing to the floor, it turned pitch black and began to wail.