She got dark alright. In time they found themselves down an alleyway. It seemed oddly...long for an alley and just wide enough for the two of them actually.
"Hmm...hey Lucile, do you know where we'll get if we cut through here?"
"NOOO! IDEEEA!" Lucile belched by squeezing her doughy belly, causing Skye's hair flow backwards a bit. Skye stared blankly at Lucile for a minute.
"Moving on...I wonder if we should even go."
"Usually the best stuff is off the beaten path anyway. Don't eat where someplace is popular, just eat where locals eat." Lucile said.
Skye nodded, admitting internally Lucile did have a point. They made their way down further, finding what looked like a ramshackle house by the end, plants growing out from under the concrete and cats galore.
"Ahh~!" Lucile waddled forward, sending Skye for a spin before eventually falling on her blubbery ass as Lucile picked up a nearby black cat and started cuddling it into her fatty body with glee. The cat itself didn't seem to mind, as it closed its eyes and stuck its tongue out partway while purring.
"Lucile, no no no! Don't touch that cat, it could have rabies or hepatitis or fleas!" Skye cried.
"Oh I don't mind at all really." A voice called out. A woman who looked some thirty-odd years in age stepped out, wearing a dress like a 1950's housewife with her raven colored hair in a perm and a her hands held a pumpkin pie in them. Lucile's pupils dilated as she smelled the pumpkin and cinnamon and the cat she was holding in her doughy arms against her bosom began to struggle as saliva poured onto its head.
"Well, I'll be darned if I didn't expect guests at this time of day." The woman said in surprise as she set the pie on the sill of a window close to her door. A cat walked over, but she sternly shooed it off before the feline could taste that pie. "Oh, please come in, come in! Make yourselves at home!"
Lucile looked to Skye, who shrugged her thick shoulders and went along with it. Lucile walked alongside her, cats stuffed between her folds, two held in her arms and another sitting comfortably on her head.
"Now you two just sit down and I'll be back out. Oh, I-I can tell you girls love to eat so how about I make you some desert?"
"Pie!! Lots of pie!" Lucile yelled as she leaned back and grabbed at the edge of the table.
There was a pregnant silence in the air, interrupted only by the occasional meowing and mewling of cats.
"...yyyyeah I don't mind some too. Oh, do you have any ice cream to go with it at all?"
"Oh yes, a fresh gallon or so of vanilla!"
"Excellent, if you don't mind uh..."
"Oh, of course!" The woman smiled as she walked over to the kitchen, Lucile bouncing in her seat and muttering the word "pie" over and over. She looked in her kitchen drawers as she searched for what she needed.
"Let's see...rolling pin...pie sheet...pie plate...pocket book of spells...ah here we go!" The woman grinned as she pulled out a black, leather bound book. She looked it over quite quick, looking at her spells as she grinned. This woman, being a rather strange minded witch, looked the book over studiously.
"Hmm...those girls look like they have something unique about them! I should try and see just what they'd think if I...ohh which spell should I use now? I always waffle like this?" The witch bit at her manicured nails as she read the book, trying to make up her mind on what to do to Skye and Lucile...
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