Symbiotic Magic (Magic Transformation, Futa/Fem, Weirdness)

The taller woman rubbed her chin thoughtfully as she leaned back in her large, overstuffed chair. The only light source in the large stone room was the fireplace, making the shadows dance ominously across her otherwise immaculately pale face. Red eyes narrowed as she scrutinized the girl on the stool across from her. “Why do you believe I can help you?” came her ethereal voice.

“W- well… you are the Dark Witch, are you not?” she asked nervously, “I have heard stories of your powers. I have tried all of man’s medicine; I know not where else to go.”

“You realize I do nothing for free,” the witch replied, brushing her midnight-black hair from her brow, “Are you prepared for the cost?”

Arianne looked at her feet in shame. She was a plain-looking girl in plain-looking clothes; obviously the markings of a peasant. “I have very little money,” she said shyly, “I have saved what I could, and I will gladly give you all of it…”

“I have no interest in coin,” her beauty was marred by a growing evil smile, “What I want cannot be purchased from a merchant.”

“What is it?” Arianne asked, both hopeful and frightened.

“Your body,” she replied, grinning at the shocked response, “I always have a use for new test subjects.”

The peasant blinked. “Subjects?”

“Yes,” she explained, “Much of my magic is experimental these days. My curiosity has only grown in my old age. I need young bodies to try my new spells and potions on.” She chuckled. “It’s so much easier when they come willingly. Avoids that whole torch and pitchfork annoyance.”

“Wha- What would you do to me?” Arianne asked, extremely nervous.

“You must agree first,” she said matter-of-factly, “Or I will not help you.”

Arianne weighed her options. The witch’s proposition was terrifying to her, but her problem was destroying her life. “My affliction is such that I have grown desperate,” she thought aloud, breathing heavily, “I am constantly aroused. Even now, it is all I can do not to run and find something to pleasure myself with.” She put her head in her hands. “The whole town already thinks I am a whore. No-one believes it is not my fault. These urges cannot be satisfied!” She sniffed as she began to tear up. “I never wanted this! I tried so hard to be a good girl, but it is impossible!” She fell to her knees before the witch, her hands clasped in front of her. “I- I will do what you ask! Anything to be rid of this curse!”

The witch snapped her fingers, and a piece of parchment appeared between them. She held it out, along with a small pin. “A drop of blood,” she said to Arianne’s confused expression upon seeing the magical contract, “At the bottom.”

She blushed brightly. “I beg forgiveness, but… I cannot read.”

The witch’s wicked smile only grew. “It simply confirms the agreement I already explained to you.” Arianne hesitated. “You will sign it, or you will leave,” she stated plainly.

The girl swallowed nervously, but pricked her finger with a wince, and pressed it to the parchment. To her amazement, the little blood stain began to stretch and spread of its own accord, spelling out her full name in elegant cursive. She quickly recovered, thinking that she should get used to such things happening without explanation around the witch.

“Excellent,” was her chilling reply. With another snap, the contract vanished into thin air. “Now come with me.” She stood and swiftly strode to the back of the room, where a large oak door opened itself for her.

Arianne followed, growing increasingly worried as she was led down torch-lit stairways, deeper and deeper underground. She was regretting her decision already, but she’d known as soon as she entered the lonely dark tower that she may never leave. Her inhuman lust drove her to do many things; she was used

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