Dorothy yawned. Stupid magic poppies. Really, she should know better by now.

“Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice...”

She looked around, wondering where Toto had disappeared to. The lion let out a burp. Not a good sign. Nor were her missing panties. She groaned. Not again. Goddamned Glinda. A glance down at her pubic hairs confirmed her suspicions. Glitter.

“What the fuck happened last night?”

She heard a nearby moan. Sure enough, there was Glinda riding cowboy on the tinman. Couldn’t really blame her. He never went soft and he always had that oil can of lube.