At long last! AYW 9: Alert the Press!

Story by Josephine

Ha ha! Just when you thought it was over...

Ladies and gentlemen, AYW first began as a running fiction on World4ch, 4chan's text only /fict/ board, until Moot combined it with another board and everything was lost. Since then, it's gone through two rewrites and three reorganizations into a forum version, a Storiesonline version (Essentially the same, but with more per chapter and less chapters), and a fictionmania story which never really made it. It is a project spanning at least two years and which may possibly end within the next two.

With that foreword, Iris Caldor, alias Iris !tFj8DP0Frs, proudly presents the next chapter of A Young Witch!

And with this, I am once again leaving AYW to work on another story which will be a little less sexual and alot more emotional and sensual. When am I gonna work on another chapter? Depends on how much feedback I get for this one.

The entirety of AYW previous to this chapter can be found at

http://www.futanaripalace.com/forums/showthread.php?t=725

Many thanks to Mr. David Drysdale, AKA The Guardian, for saving it all and keeping it even while my hard drive crashed.

Chapter 9

Alert the Press!

Two Days Ago

Tiffany Hedge flattened her back as best she could against the brick wall of the gym. Her pose was rigid, knuckles white against around her expensive digital Nikolta, one finger on the shutter. Otherwise, she was pretty enough, with dirty blonde hair down to her shoulders, but her face was plain and bespectacled, and her bosom was modest. Below the belt, however, she was incredible. Her slender waist flowed generously into her wide hips and impossibly long legs, rounding her luscious ass into a perfect teardrop shape.

She had initially approached because she had heard her target scream. She was a reporter for the Sentinel, and feared nothing, or so she had thought. She had raced toward the gym, hoping for a shot of a juicy would-be mobster or rapist, but had slowed to a stop as she became aware that there were not one, not two, but three female voices bearing their owners' passions for the world to hear. Lesbians? Impossible, thought Tiffany. There were no lesbians at this school. Her target hated lesbians. Therefore, the school hated them. Then again, she was here to shadow her target, so for all she knew, her target could be one of the women around the corner.

Tiffany's cheeks began to burn, and her knees began to tremble as the voices slowly rose in pitch, building towards their climax. They were forming words, but she couldn't make them out. This is so naughty, Tiffany thought as the three voices cried out together, why am I getting wet from listening to this? Then she felt something else. It was a prescientific rush, a live wire of premonition running through her body, that she was about to uncover something huge. Or perhaps that she was uncovering it. That she would take the pictures that would reveal it to everyone else. It caused the shiver in her loins to spread throughout her body.

Her breath came in little pants as she tried to calm herself. No more sounds came from around the corner. Slowly, she began to edge toward the corner, but when she peeked around it, her legs kept going, running on autopilot. There was her target, sleeping peacefully with her head on a black-haired girl's shoulder. Instinctively, she brought her camera up. Fortuitously, both girls had locked their bodies together so that no naughty bits were showing. Her shutter finger worked automatically, and before she knew what she was doing, she found herself back on the other side of the corner, now panting heavily as if she had run a mile.

Her first thought as she crept silently away was what the hell just happened there? Her second thought was hold on... I thought I heard three of them...

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The Sentinel was the school's only official source of information. It was also the school's sleaziest source of information. It was the worst among the worst when it came to sensationalism and highschool drama. It was like a supermarket tabloid, only believed by ten times as many teenagers. (Which, incedentally, made up about 37% of the school.) It held the record in the Southeastern US. for the most reprimands ever given to a student organization without being forced to disband. The north corner of the second floor of the west wing was reserved for the Sentinel. Elle Hamilton straddled her flightstick, a magically retractable black six-foot pole with gilded tips on each end, hovering invisibly just below one of the board room's windows, out of which voices issued.

"That brings us to yesterday's article on Alice Doxer and Sara Hart," a rather nasal male voice issued. Joseph Simon, a greasy-haired, pimple-faced boy with thick glasses. Cheif Editor. "Looks like we've created quite the stir with Tiffany's photos. As well as a delicious power vacuum." At mention of her involvement, Tiffany faintly blushed, but

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