episode 1
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Butters hurried as fast as his skinny legs could carry him down the small flight of stairs that led to his friend’s apartment. Butters was answering a urgent message, not from his friend Harry Dresden Wizard of Chicago and the White Council, but this friend’s young apprentice. Molly Carpenter, teenage wizard in training, spent most of her time studying magic in the sub-basement laboratory. Harry lived in the basement of a boarding house in the middle of Chicago and how he managed to squeeze in enough room for himself and his young apprentice, Butters didn’t know.
Butters blushed at the thought of “Molly” and “squeeze” in the same sentence. Molly was a very fit, teenage girl and looked every bit like a Nordic pin-up; pale skin, large breasts, slim waist, wide hips, long legs and stood at nearly six feet tall. Butters himself could only be described in one word, nerdish; with his fashionless haircut, thick glasses and social awkwardness. He wasn’t ashamed of it, he was very proud of his mind and simply took it as fact that a girl like Molly, at any age, was out of his league.
Using the magic amulet given to him by Harry, Butters opened up the magic wards used to protect the small basement apartment and entered. The second he crossed the threshold he stopped in utter shock. There in the small, flame lit apartment, curled up in an erotic heap on the floor was Molly and two other girls he almost recognized. He may have recognized them right off the bat if his brain hadn’t shut down in astonishment. From what he could see of the girls laying suggestively in each other’s arms, was that all the three girls were wearing were old, thread bare T-shirts.
The three girls were all laying down with their arms and legs wrapped enticingly around each other. Their hair was mussed and a light sheen of sweat covered their glistening, young bodies. Their T-shirts covered their chests and the upper parts of their arms and possibly extended to their mid-thighs. The shirts were definitely old and nearly transparent and clearly showed their erect nipples as they panted erotically. Whatever Butters had missed had clearly stopped just before he rushed into the apartment.
“Shut the door Butters. You’re letting all our heat out,” Molly giggled, her voice startling Harry’s large, gray tomcat Mister. As the cat leapt up onto a nearby bookshelf Molly disentangled herself from the group on the floor.
“Andi and Georgia!” Butters shouted suddenly.
“Yes?” Both of the young, nearly naked girls said in unison.
“The door please, Butters. Harry has neighbors.” A sly grin played at Molly’s lips as she moved to stand, her tight T-shirt bunching up around her firm thighs.
“Right, right. Sorry. I just couldn’t… just couldn’t remember everybody’s names and then it hit me… all the… suddenly.” Butters didn’t move, couldn’t. He just continued to stare at all the exposed young, sweaty flesh. “The… y’know, college kids were… werewolfs, um… werewolves.”
“Butters. The door.” Molly smiled, enjoying the effect that she and the others were having on the slightly older Medical Examiner. She stood straight up, her large heaving breasts straining against her T-shirt, stretching the material and making it even more see through.
Butters stumbled backwards toward the door, not wanting to look away as he struggled to close the door that had originally been damaged by a zombie attack. After a few moments of struggle and finally looking away, he finally managed to close the door. “Right, right. It’s just that it hit me all of a sudden. Andi has red hair and Georgia is blonde,” Butters continued talking as he turned back around. “And I see your hair is a nice shade of pink today.”