Demons, Witches, and Toads (BoyxBoy) - Chapter 66: Chapter 66

"You want to go to the Oculus Club?" Lenox repeated, exchanging a glance with his sister.
The group was currently moving large stones back into one of the castle's crumbled walls, using spells to carefully place them into their proper location.
"I'm not sure you'll have much luck," Lilith said, moving a massive stone through the air. "I've heard they're pretty strict about who they let in." She flicked her wand, the stone slowly inserting itself back into the wall. "Priscilla's the only one they might make an exception for."
"What? Why?" Wheeler asked.
"She's a girl," Lenox said, as if it should be obvious. "There aren't many in Gortsville. The men who frequent the Oculus don't exactly lead with their heads when there's fresh meat around."
Priscilla turned slightly green at that. "Okay, ew. That's absolutely horrid and incredibly degrading."
"You're right," Lilith said with a sigh. "But my brother's telling the truth. They wouldn't let anyone in but you."
Priscilla's gaze anxiously fell to her hands. "Well...if it's the only way, then I..." she took a deep breath, fidgeting uncomfortably. "I suppose I could go in there and--"
"No. Absolutely not," Mulock cut in sharply. The demon leaned against the still standing wall, making a clear point not to help move a single rock. "You're not going in there alone. It's way too dangerous."
"Wait," Wheeler suddenly exclaimed, carefully sliding another airborne stone back into place. "There might be a way we could all get in."
"How?" Lenox asked, curiosity swimming in his mismatched gaze.
"If they want girls then we give them girls," Wheeler explained with a shrug.
Mulock's eyes narrowed. "Wheeler, you better not be suggesting that we--"
"Dress up as girls and go with Priscilla?"
"Yes," Mulock replied flatly. "That."
"It's actually not a bad idea," Priscilla pointed out. "Mulock, you already have the face for it."
"What?" Mulock snapped. "No I don't."
"Oh, shut up. You're literally the prettiest person I know," she countered sharply. The demon opened his mouth to protest but Priscilla ignored him, continuing on. "With a little makeup and the right clothes we could probably make Wheeler look um...moderately okay."
Lilith had perked up now. "My brother and I used to disguise ourselves when we'd sneak out," she said excitedly. "We have plenty of wigs!"
"And between Lilith and I we have two wardrobes worth of dresses" Priscilla added. "I'm sure we could find something suitable for them!"
The girls began to giggle profusely.
Mulock buried his face in his hands. "This is a nightmare."
"C'mon," Wheeler said, giving him a little nudge. "Just think of it as an undercover mission. It'll be fun."
"I think you and I have drastically different definitions of the word."
"Mully, pleeeeeease, just give it a chance."
"Wheeler," Mulock said dryly. "If I knew I'd wind up being eternally tortured anyways, I would've just stayed in hell."
***
"Alright, boys! Time for you to show us your final looks!" Priscilla called. She, Lilith, and Lenox sat on the bottom bunk, eagerly watching the large screen Mulock and Wheeler were changing behind.
"This is a bloody disaster," Mulock muttered.
"C'mon," Priscilla said with a laugh. "It can't be that bad."
"Oh really?" Mulock snapped. "Because Wheeler has a bra stuck on his head."
Priscilla and Lilith exchanged a glance before nearly toppling over with laughter.
"How did that even happen?" Priscilla wheezed.
"I couldn't figure out how the clasp worked," Wheeler stammered.
"So you just tried to squeeze it over your head?"
"Um...yeah."
This caused another explosion of giggles from the girls.
"Uuuugh, Wheeler, come here," Mulock muttered. "I'll do it for you." The noises of something that sounded vaguely like a struggle came from behind the screen. After several awkward minutes of it, Mulock finally spoke again. "Okay. Dress and bra are now on properly. You're welcome."
"So, you two ready for your grand entrance?"
"Grand might be a bit of a stretch."
With those words, Mulock and Wheeler both awkwardly shuffled out from behind the screen.
As expected, one was certainly more suited to the clothes than the other.
Mulock looked almost unnervingly good. He wore one of Lilith's dresses, the silky fabric clinging to all the right places, a long blonde wig perfectly framing his large eyes and delicate features.
Wheeler on the other hand was...uh...well, he was doing his best.
They'd had to magically adjust one of Priscilla's dresses to even fit him. She'd chosen one of the frilliest ones she had in an attempt to hide his clearly masculine figure, though the effort appeared to still be in vain.
Wheeler had always existed as a wide-eyed little boy in Priscilla's head, but looking at him now it was quite obvious Wheeler had fully come into manhood. Despite this, he at least seemed confident in the garment. His face looked rather flushed, but Priscilla assumed it was mostly from Mulock yanking a bra off his head rather than from wearing a dress.
"You both look so good!" Lilith giggled. "But I know one last person that deserves a makeover more than anyone." She looked to Mister Pumpernickel, who was currently resting on the pillow beside them. The girl removed a bow from her hair, carefully placing it on the toad's head.
Mister Pumpernickel let out a grumble in protest as she suddenly scooped him up, making her way over to Wheeler and Mulock. Gently she placed him on Wheeler's shoulder.
"Now you can all look beautiful together," she said with a smile.
The toad caught a quick glimpse of himself in the mirror and perked up, letting out an excited croak.
"Mister Pumpernickel loves it!" Wheeler exclaimed with a grin.
"I'm glad," Lilith giggled. "I think he looks very pretty."
"It's all thanks to his naturally perfect features," Wheeler explained. "He's considered very handsome by toad beauty standards."
"I can see why!"
The two began a bubbly exchange about amphibians, and as they did, Priscilla's eyes narrowed. There was definitely something weird going on. The way Lilith laughed at everything Wheeler said, how she leaned in when he spoke, the subtle curling of a few strands of hair around her finger. As a hopeless romantic herself, Priscilla knew the signs all too well.
Lilith was clearly starting to develop a crush.
Priscilla supposed she couldn't really blame her. The poor girl had been locked up by herself for so long it made sense she'd start to pine over the handsome, kind-hearted boy who'd gallantly offered to help her.
And speaking of pining...
Priscilla glanced at Mulock, realizing she wasn't the only one who'd noticed Lilith's new interest in Wheeler.
Normally she'd have expected one or two sassy interjections from the grumpy Mulock, but instead he was dead silent. To Priscilla's surprise, the look on his face seemed oddly...meacholic. Which was especially strange considering Mulock was someone she'd never expected to even be capable of such an expression.
Priscilla shook her head.
She needed to stay focused. As much as this intrigued her, right now her main priority had to remain on infiltrating the Oculus.
There'd be plenty of time to investigate that tortured look on Mulock's face later.
She swallowed hard.
Well, at least there would be as long as they didn't meet their demise at a seedy nightclub in the middle of nowhere.