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Link And His Ladies	By : Samson Category: Zelda > Het - Male/Female Views: 80844 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Witch Shenanigans (Futa Veran & Futa Maple)

Link And His Ladies

Part 57 - "Blurring The Boundaries"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: March 27, 2013

(Note - This chapter is just a bonus chapter for the story, with the idea of futa, as well as Veran, first being suggested by Junkey. If you don’t like futa, I’d strongly suggest simply disregarding this bonus. Contains transgender content.)

Veran sighed with annoyance, walking through the forest with an eyebrow raised, her eyes lazily half-closed. Stout, leafy trees lined the dirt path on either side of her, the path running through the forest devoid of life, aside from the dark sorceress. The animals of the forest were instinctively terrified of her, giving her a rather wide berth. Even the birds in the trees went silent, at her passing. Veran noticed the effect her presence had, and while quite satisfying, it wasn’t enough to settle her ire. She had still not discovered the identity of the Oracle of Ages, which was a little humiliating, considering her Holodrum acquaintance, Onox, had already discovered the identity of the Oracle of Seasons. At the very least, he hadn’t tracked her down and captured her, just yet, so Veran still had some time before she appeared as a failure to Kotake or Koume. She and Onox both shared a henchman, a winged demon by the name of Vire, and Veran had been expecting a report from him, recently.
He had been helping her in her investigation of the Oracle of Ages’ identity, as well as keeping her up-to-date on Onox’s dealings and actions, in Holodrum. Vire was supposed to have flown to her secret lair the day before, but Veran’s impatience and short temper eventually drove her to seek him out. She didn’t intend to let him go unpunished, testing her patience like he had, but first, she had to find the miserable, potbellied cretin. She looked around at the forest with distaste, curling her lip up at the green, the life. Once she had taken possession of the Oracle and commanded her potent powers, Veran would extinguish everything bright with life, and descend Labrynna into sorrow.
Veran was quite tall, taller than most of the pitiful humans she had the displeasure of interacting with, usually shortly before cursing or slaying them. She had a rather lean body, slim, toned with a subtle bit of wiry muscle. Her skin was an inhuman shade, prominently coloured a cross between blue and green, looking pale and similar to turquoise. In her humanoid disguise, she enjoyed the confidence that being beautiful could bestow, and thus made herself appealing to the human eye. If only to spite the lesser creatures that might see her and desire her, the unobtainable and deadly sorceress, she made herself quite curvy, giving herself a big bust and flawless face, curving her rear into an admirably plump size. Her one visible eye was coloured bright orange, accentuated by some black mascara, eyeshadow, and eyeliner. Her plump lips, she covered in dark blueberry coloured lipstick, the blue-purple shade standing out heavily against her skin, making her lips glisten temptingly.
Each of her fingers ended in a long, claw-like nail, each nail painted black, making them stand out like her lips. Veran’s outfit was rather unique, her ostentatious ensemble making her instantly recognizable. She was wearing what she liked to refer to as a “battledress”, a sort of cross between armour and a gown. Over her head, she wore a cross between a hat and a mask, covering her from above the neck. Covering her throat and the right side of her face, it came up to a point over the back of her head, then swooped down in front of her in a long talon-like protrusion, curving down until it ended in a point, over her ribs. Over the right side of her face, a small opening was present in the headwear, allowing a wide mane of her vibrant orange hair to hang loose, draped down until it nearly reached her chest. Around the base of her neck, covering her collar bones, she wore a sort of metal collar, made out of two purple segments rivetted together.
She wore a massive pair of spiked pauldrons, both made of purple metal, both bearing the traditional symbol of the Gerudo on the outsides, done in deep blue. She wore gauntlets to go with the pauldrons, but lacked gloves to go with the arm defenders, exposing her hands. Her elbow protectors were coloured black, and each had a spike extending from the rear, several inches long. Attached to the ends of both spikes was a long, dark blue cloth, hanging down behind her legs, adding a sort of ceremonial look to her dress. She wore a small bra-like garment over her chest, the cloth deceptively appearing as metal, an illusion making the substance shine like tough metal. The bottom side of the cloth came up in a hollow, crescent moon shape, showing off as much of her abdomen as possible. Meanwhile, the top side of the garment did the same thing, coming down in a hollow half-circle to show off a good deal of cleavage.
The bra-like garment failed to completely cover either breast, coming up to short, twin points over her ample bosom, pointed up towards her throat. From the waist down, she wore a pristine white dress-like garment, hanging down around her legs all the way to her feet, hiding them from view entirely. The dress trailed behind her in a lengthy tail, unfortunately becoming soiled by the dirt path, reminding Veran of why she loved teleportation, so much. Her dress becoming sullied only fuelled her anger towards Vire, her hands clenching by her sides. Over the dress, she wore two different garments, one metal, one cloth. In a sort of fauld, she wore three overlapping layers of purple metal, rivetted together and ending in sharp, downwards points. Over that, in a sort of belt, she wore a navy blue cloth, hanging down in front of her legs until it reached her ankles. Over the front of the cloth, a vertical eye had been designed in light blue, the eye given a slit for a pupil. A long drop of fluid, like a teardrop, ran away from the eye, headed upwards towards Veran’s groin.
“Vire, I swear, when I find you...You’d better have a damned good excuse, otherwise I’m gonna wring your little neck with a magic tentacle until your head pops like a zit, you useless little...” Veran said aloud, trailing off into unintelligible mutters. Her brow beginning to sink, she gave a light shake with her head, glancing upwards in annoyance. “I wonder if that fool, Onox, has this much trouble with Vire. Urgh, maybe this is all a plot of Onox’s? He’s probably keeping Vire from me, just to annoy the crap out of me. He’s lucky I don’t teleport all the way over to Holodrum and kick his armoured ass with that ball and chain he’s so fond of!” Veran let out a heavy, annoyed breath, giving another shake with her head. She blinked, something in her peripheral vision catching her eye. A wild dog, barely older than a puppy, stood beside the path, looking at her fearfully. Veran paused, frowning. Suddenly, her eyes went wide, the sorceress shouting out “What the hell are you looking at?!”
The canine whined and promptly turned around, running off into the trees. Veran raised an eyebrow with satisfaction, her eyes half-closed, the frown lingering on her face. “Damn mutt’s lucky I didn’t turn it to stone.” She said, aloud. Beginning to walk again, her frown and furrowed brow both relaxing as she began to contemplate the unusual occurrence that had taken place, some time before. A great power had sent her back in time, bypassing her need for the Oracle of Time, and offered her the chance to possess Queen Ambi. But the hero, Link, had been there, and not only stopped Veran’s attempted possession of the queen, but made mad, passionate love with the sorceress, as well. Then, she had been sent back to present-day Labrynna, requiring her to resume her hunt for the Oracle. Veran had offered to take Link as her advisor, and he had accepted, but she had seen no trace of him, ever since then. At one point, she had even sent Vire on a quest to find the hero, but Vire’s search had come up empty-handed.
The most he had been able to discover was that Link’s origins were apparently rooted in the kingdom of Hyrule, and Veran had no desire to risk arousing the attention of Princess Zelda by waltzing into her lands. As powerful of a dark sorceress as she was, Veran had little doubt that a wielder of a Triforce piece could defeat her, and Zelda’s ownership of Wisdom was well-known. Perhaps once her plan with Onox and the Gerudo witches came to fruition, Veran could march into Hyrule and seek out the man that had gained her favour. Veran sighed, trying to push Link out of her thoughts, annoyed by how she constantly found her mind drifting towards the young man. Part of her was disgusted that she incessantly dwelled on the Hylian, but the rest of her was incapable of letting him go, almost obsessively running over the encounter the two had had, together. She wasn’t quite sure how she would react, or what she would do, when the two finally saw one another again, but she understood that she’d never be satisfied until she spoke with him, again.
Shutting her eyes, for a moment, she muttered out “Damn it, stop thinking about him...He was just one human, just one...Passionate...Fuckin’ intense human. There’s...Ahem, no room for him, in the plan. Yes. But...If he finally took his place by my side...” Veran screwed her eyes tight, baring her teeth, for a moment. “Fuck, stop thinking about that stupid kid!” She yelled, in her mind. Desperate to take her mind off of the Hylian, she quickly looked around, muttering out “Damn it, Vire has to be around here, somewhere. He always passes through here, when he’s coming to Labrynna. Where in the hell is he?...” Veran’s eyes shifted up towards the blue sky, a dark figure coming into view, quite prominent over a cloud up above. Veran sighed, a dark smile beginning to grow on her lips. “Finally, that must be the little shit, now. I can’t wait to hear him beg, before I kick his orange ass.” The dark figure quickly began to grow larger, whipping in Veran’s direction with alarming speed.
Veran’s eyes began to narrow, the dark sorceress taking in a sniff. She could smell magic coming closer, and she knew that Vire possessed no true magic. He had natural abilities that may have mimicked magic, but he was no wizard. As the figure came closer, zooming directly towards her, Veran could spot that a teenaged girl, riding a broom, was carelessly riding towards her, drooping down towards the dirt path. She was riding so quickly that Veran decided that the girl was either genuinely unintelligent, or a careless amateur in the ways of magic. Veran raised a hand, snapped her fingers, and then pointed her index finger at the girl. A pinpoint of navy blue light shone from the tip of Veran’s finger, and suddenly, the girl’s broom began to slow down, the magic slowly draining away. The girl seemed confused, then noticed Veran, as if for the first time. Looking surprised, she slowed down her broom, but Veran’s spell decelerated the broom to a complete stop, forcing the girl to hop from her broom and taking a few running steps along the dirt path. Steadying herself after several running steps, she looked at Veran with an eyebrow raised, her eyes a little wide. She could feel the magic in the woman, and she could quite easily tell that it was being used in the pursuit of evil, the smell a little warped, momentarily stunning her when it hit her nostrils.
To Veran, Maple didn’t look any older than fifteen or sixteen, and Veran had nothing but contempt for young magic-users. Not only were they typically weak in the ways of magic, but they lacked the life experience and maturity to properly wield their magic, in general. Maple was quite a bit shorter than Veran, a whole head or two smaller than the sorceress. She was fairly pale, her light skin possessing a rather milky complexion. Veran’s lack of respect only grew when she noticed that the young witch’s body completely lacked curves, making Veran view her as an oversized child, rather than the young adult that Maple truly was. Maple’s hair was deep green in colour, her fingernails painted black, like Veran’s own. She wore a noticeably heavy amount of makeup, which Veran viewed with disdain, instantly concluding that the girl was trying a little too hard to appear as an adult, trying to compensate for her undeveloped body.
She wore a very prominent amount of light green eyeshadow, some light purple blush dusted over her cheeks. Silver stud earrings dotted either earlobe, a bit of colourless gloss spread along her lips, making them appear shiny and supple. She wore a rather large hat, with an immense brim and a long point, coming up like an immense horn over her head. The hat was mostly coloured purple, but the underside of the brim was coloured rusty red, like old blood. To go with the hat, she wore a long, sleeveless dress, the plain purple garment nearly reaching her ankles. Her shoes, coloured light brown, were made of leather, acting more like slippers than true shoes as they lacked laces or straps. Hanging from a strap extending over one shoulder, a leather messenger’s bag rested by her hip, coloured crimson. Maple looked Veran up and down a few times, rather easily able to tell that Veran was powerful. The full extent of Veran’s capabilities, however, eluded Maple’s inexperienced senses.
“Who are you?” Maple slowly asked, holding her broom up straight by her side. Veran’s brow furrowed, a little. “I’m offended that you don’t already know. What are you even doing, riding at such speeds? An amateur like you is only going to get themselves killed.” Maple looked at Veran with indignation. “Hey, I’m no amateur! Do you have any idea who my tutor is? I’m Syrup’s apprentice, she’s the greatest witch in all of Labrynna, and Holodrum! She makes potions that can save you from death!” Veran’s expression did not become impressed, as Maple had hoped. “You don’t say.” She flatly responded. Maple raised an eyebrow at Veran, frowning a little. “Well, whoever you are, you’re lucky I didn’t run into you. Some punks actually go out of their way to knock me off my broom.” Veran subtly curled her lip up, a little, before relaxing. Her eyes fell to Maple’s messenger bag, Maple bringing her broom down between her legs, about to begin flying, again.
Veran interrupted her, coldly asking “What’s in the bag, girl?” Maple’s brow furrowed, a little, as she glanced at her messenger’s bag. Looking at Veran a little suspiciously, she said “None of your damn business.” Veran smiled, a little, as she said “Wrong answer.” She swung an arm in Maple’s direction, a flash of purple light coming from her palm. A purple lightning bolt whipped over in the blink of an eye, striking the shaft of Maple’s broomstick, instantly cracking it in two. Maple gasped, her eyes going wide. “My broom! No!” She exclaimed, falling to her knees, grabbing both pieces. “Look what you’ve done! It was a gift from Syrup, you bitch! I...I’ll never get back to her in time, without it!” Veran smiled more at Maple’s misery, saying “Well, you’ve got nobody but yourself to blame. Should’ve just told me what you’ve got in the bag.” Maple’s brow began to sink, her jaw going tight in rage. She jumped to her feet, pulled her messenger bag away from herself, and tore it open.
Tipping it over, numerous mushrooms and pieces of fungi fell out, tumbling down into a pile over the dirt path. Her eyes still stinging with tears, Maple loudly said “There, happy now?! It was just some ingredients, nothing special!” Veran began to narrow her eyes, staring hard at the girl. At first, she had just been poking some fun at the annoying little witch, but now she was becoming offended. “I’d watch your tone if I were you, girl. You really don’t know who I am, do you? That’s...Annoying.” Maple crossed her arms over her chest, staring hatefully at Veran. “No, I don’t, and I couldn’t care less who you are. Now, I’m gonna have to walk all the way back to Syrup’s place. I don’t even know if I’ll make it, and it’s all your damn fault. Do you have any idea how fuckin’ far it is?! It’ll take days! I-” “Oh, shut up.” Veran muttered, raising a hand and snapping her fingers. Maple’s eyes went wide as a strip of black magic slapped over her face, covering her mouth, silencing her.
Veran grinned, putting her hands to her hips. Her eyes going a little wide, she declared “I am Veran, the sorceress of shadows, and today’s your unlucky day. I’m already a little pissed off, but seeing a damn fool like you zipping around on a stupid little broom ticked me off, even more. Idiots like you give magic a bad name.” Maple’s face went red with rage, her hands clenching into fists by her side. She swung her arms over, clapping them together, a brief flash of pink light coming from between her hands. The black strip over her mouth disappeared, her teeth bared and grit together. “You...You...You’re such a stupid bitch! Who the hell do you think you are, some high and mighty queen of magic?! I should so teach you a damn lesson!” Veran’s eyes went half-closed. She raised her right foot, tapping it down against the ground, her eyes going wide as she did. A shockwave of purple magic suddenly flew forwards from Veran, blasting out in a wide curve, sending up clouds of dust from the dirt path.
Maple’s eyes went wide, a gasp coming from her. She tried to make a magical shield, putting up a wall of pink light before herself, but Veran’s shockwave hit her before she could put too much strength behind the barrier. Her magic promptly shattered, completely collapsing, blowing apart like a bursting window. Maple screamed as she was launched backwards by the remaining force of the shockwave, thrown back several feet, hitting the ground on her rump hard enough to roll backwards, slamming down on her chest. Her hat thrown from her, it fell to the dirt path, landing between her and Veran. Veran smiled coldly, beginning to walk towards the downed witch. “Well, what have we here. A big human baby, whose mouth is too big for her own good? You were saying something about being a great witch’s apprentice?” Veran chuckled with satisfaction. “Yeah, right.” She added, smugly. Maple surprised Veran, her face one of wrath, pushing herself up with one arm, snapping out the other.
A pink bolt of magic flew from Maple’s hand, firing for Veran’s chest. Veran shot an arm over in the blink of an eye, deflecting the bolt, letting it fire off into the trees. Starting to grin, her eyes narrowing, she sounded amused as she said “Oh hoh, this baby’s got a temper! That kinda pisses me off, even more...” Veran’s grin turning wicked, her eyes widening, she held an arm up over her head, the ground beginning to tremble. Maple’s eyes went wide, the girl scrambling backwards, trying to get away from Veran. A blue sphere of light began to swell in Veran’s palm, quickly becoming massive, like a boulder. Cast under an intense blue light, Veran’s eyes were gleaming maniacally. “Admit that I’m better! Admit that you’re weak, or I’ll annihilate you!” Veran demanded. Maple stared at the immense collection of magic, her chin trembling as she cried out “You win, I give up! I’m sorry! You’re stronger than me, please don’t hurt me!”
Veran promptly let her sphere of magic dissolve, disappearing in a flash. Her expression lightening, she sighed, as if with pleasure. “Good. Syrup should’ve taught you to respect your superiors.” Veran merely said. Maple’s eyes went a little dark, but she tried not to let the anger extend on to the rest of her face. Veran took a few steps towards Maple, ignoring the witch’s hat, walking past it. “Now, tell me. What will happen, without your broom?” Veran firmly asked. Maple glared up at Veran, staying down on the ground. “...I’ll have to walk. The village is almost two days away...I’ll have to find water and food, and...I’ll have to deal with monsters. It’ll be...Really, really tough.” Veran nodded sagely. “I see. And I suppose you’d like to avoid that, hmm?” “If I could...Yes.” Maple slowly said, beginning to look at Veran with suspicion. She blinked, her eyes almost subconsciously darting down at Veran’s chest, glancing at her bosom before meeting her eyes, again.
Unfortunately for Maple, her glance hadn’t been quite as quick as she may have wanted it to be, Veran easily noticing Maple’s eyes flit downwards. Veran’s grin relaxed to a scheming smile. “Well, I’ll tell you what, girl. Since you’ve admitted defeat, I’ll give you some mercy...But you’re on thin ice. I could kill you as quick as I could blink, but if you do as I say, I’ll let you go. I’ll even fix up your little broom, too. Syrup won’t have to know about any of this, you could just tell her you had a tumble, and lost the things in your bag. If I were you, I’d take the deal. I’m not known for my generosity.” Maple looked up at Veran, a little bit of desperation working into her eyes.
“You stop me from flying, you break my broom, you soil my ingredients, you smack me around, and now you’re trying to blackmail me?” Maple incredulously asked. Veran grinned, again. “Stop trying to make me feel bad for you, it won’t work. Last chance, it’s a yes or no answer...Do you agree, or do I finish you off? Makes no difference to me, either way.” Maple’s brow started to sink, in frustration. She slowly started to rise, but Veran stopped her, snapping out “Just what do you think you’re doing? Get back down, sit on your knees.” Maple bit her tongue, slowly descending once more, getting down on her knees. Her hands clenched into fists over her thighs, she looked up at Veran, muttering out “What do you want me to do, exactly? I won’t agree until I hear what it is. Do you think I’m a moron? I’m not gonna agree to just anything.” With mock playfulness, Veran grinned, saying “I don’t appreciate that kind of attitude. We’ll start with a few questions, that’s all. First off, what’s your name?”
“Maple.” The young witch instantly responded, continuing to glare at Veran. Veran crossed her arms beneath her bosom, smiling widely. “Maple, Maple, Maple. Do you like girls?” Maple’s eyes went surprised. She didn’t respond. Veran raised an eyebrow, losing her smile. “Don’t think I didn’t see you look at my tits, earlier. Or...Maybe I’m mistaken? Ohh, I must have you all wrong, huh? You like cock, then?” Maple’s brow shot down deep as she flatly said “No, I...I like girls. Big deal. Does that annoy you?” Veran suddenly grinned, again. “No, but it does help me figure out what you’ll have to do.” “Fuck you.” Maple snapped out, her jaw going tight. “So much hostility!” Veran commented, with amusement. Still grinning, she put her hands to her hips, saying “One last question. How many girlfriends have you had?” “...None.” Maple quietly admitted, grinding her teeth together. Veran raised her eyebrows, then said “Well!...I think I know what you’ll have to do. Listen up, girl...And remember, refusing means death.”
Maple blinked, her eyes turning desperate, again. Veran smiled smugly, slowly beginning to lean over towards Maple as she said “I wanna have my way with you, human. That’s it, that’s all...We don’t stop until I say we’re done. What do you say, girl?” Maple narrowed an eye, looking at Veran with suspicion. “...That’s it? Really?” She slowly asked. Veran nodded, grinning mischievously. Maple was quiet, for a few seconds, before she said “...You’re not gonna...Hurt me, are you?” Veran smiled innocently, cooing out “Aw, poor baby...I’ll try not to. What do you think I’m even going to do, anyway?” Maple blinked twice, then slowly said “...I don’t wanna give you any ideas, so I’d rather not answer that.” Veran chuckled, then said “Oh, don’t worry. I already know what I’m gonna do. Don’t expect to enjoy it, though. This isn’t meant for your enjoyment, this is for mine, and mine alone.” Maple’s angry expression turned distinctly unimpressed. “Of course not.” She simply muttered out.
Veran raised an eyebrow, speaking as if she had just had an afterthought, saying “Oh, and, if I were you, I’d refrain from biting down. Bad things will happen, if you do.” Maple’s expression turned a little surprised, as well as confused. “Bite down?” She curiously repeated. Veran grinned, showing off her teeth. Holding both hands over her groin, purple magic washed out from her palms, hitting her over her garment. Maple watched for a few seconds, a morbid sense of fascination coming over her, mixed with horror. Veran continued to push out magic, for a few moments, before her armoured garment abruptly disappeared, leaving Veran nude from the waist down. Maple’s eyes went wide at what she saw, her jaw dropping. Too stunned to say anything for a few moments, she simply stared, faintly aware of the ugly smirk growing on Veran’s face.
“Like it? Don’t tell me you’re unused to sexual-oriented magic. Pathetic little girl like you, that’s probably the first thing you wanted to learn magic, for.” Veran teased. Maple’s brow sunk down, her mouth closing as she gave Veran a fresh glare. Nude from the waist down like she was, the results of Veran’s magic were quite evident. No longer did she possess a smooth, pliable womanhood. Now, she owned a thick, lengthy member, a hefty pair of twin orbs behind it, drooping down deliciously. A few veins stood out along Veran’s shaft, her uncircumcised member once more drawing Maple’s eyes. Even relaxed like she was, she was several inches long, hanging down over her orbs. Her foreskin covered a good half of her tip, the rest of the purple-coloured head pleasantly poking out. “It’s disgusting...It’s just a fat, nasty sausage. Is this why you wanted to know if I liked men? Just to horrify me with this crap?” Maple bitterly asked, looking up to Veran’s eyes, once more.
Veran smiled widely, looked down at Maple, and said “I told you, this isn’t for your fun, this is for mine. If I had you eat my pussy and enjoy it, well, that would defeat the purpose. I’ll still have fun, this way...But you won’t.” Maple scowled, staring hard at Veran’s new manhood. Veran waited, for a few seconds, before she said “Well, do you accept, or not? Do you want to go home, today?” Maple’s eyes softened, and after a moment, she quietly said “...Yes...” “Then kiss me, all over. That’s a start.” Veran commanded, beginning to grin. Maple’s eyes went frustrated, her hands tightening over her thighs, again. She closed her eyes, slowly took in a deep breath, and let it out in a sigh. Slowly leaning over, she pouted out her lips, ready to fulfill the sorceress’ first damnable demand. Veran put her hands to her hips, her smirk growing stronger. She watched Maple lean over, hesitating just before her lips met Veran, slowly taking in a breath through her nose.
Then, her cheeks slowly turning red as shame came over her, she closed the final few inches, pressing a little kiss to Veran’s shaft. Veran twitched, grinning, tapping Maple’s chin with her tip. Maple’s expression turned disgusted, but now that she had passed the point of no return, she found it easy to kiss Veran again. She kissed Veran three more times over her shaft, feeling Veran twitch each time. “The tip, too. Kiss it.” Veran commanded, a little quietly. The red in Maple’s face turned a shade darker, but she complied. Slowly, she pressed a kiss to Veran’s tip, pushing her lips against the fleshy little bit poking out through her foreskin. Veran mumbled in her throat, smiling with satisfaction. “Now, my balls. Kiss them, lick them, try to suck them. Go wild.” Veran commanded, spacing her feet apart, spreading her legs a little. Maple looked up at Veran with a hateful glare so intense that it could’ve snuffed out flames. “No way, they’re disgusting.”
Veran’s eyes went displeased. “You wouldn’t think so, if you were the proud owner of a pair.” She simply said. Maple’s opinion didn’t change, which she knew was likely a poor decision, but she was incapable of even acting as if she could accept Veran’s command. “I’m not doing it, forget it!” She snapped out, almost shouting. Veran sighed impatiently, and angrily said “I see you’ve yet to learn your place. Very well, I suppose some additional incentive will be required to make you do as you’re damn well told.” Veran thrust a hand down towards Maple, a purple light bursting from her palm. Maple gasped and shut her eyes, expecting to be killed. Once the transformation began, however, she opened her eyes again, her mouth hanging open in shock. Veran put her hand back on her hip a moment later, grinning almost from ear to ear. “Oh my God! What have you done?! What have you...!” Maple exclaimed, trailing off.
She pressed a hand down over her dress, cupping her groin, letting out a scream in response to what she felt. Veran’s eyes slowly narrowed as she said “Now, do as I say, or I won’t reverse the spell...And you’ll be stuck like that, forever. Wouldn’t want that, would you?” Frustrated tears momentarily welled up in Maple’s eyes, her lips pressing tight together. “Fine!” She barked out, her face turning red, again. Raising her hands to Veran, she used one to shift Veran’s thickening member out of the way, the other to lightly cup Veran’s impressive orbs. Leaning over again, she gently pulled Veran’s orbs a little closer to her, then closed her eyes. Veran nibbled at her bottom lip, feeling Maple kiss her once over both orbs. Maple stuck her tongue out and lightly dragged it back and forth over Veran’s orbs, tasting her skin. Subtly, she stuck out a few fingers with the hand she held Veran’s orbs with, slowly feeling behind her.
She hoped that she could find some trace of moist, chubby nether lips behind Veran’s new orbs, but she was disappointed to find only more skin. Instead of adding a manhood, Veran appeared to have taken her torture as far as possible, completely replacing her organs with the other gender’s set. “Get one in your mouth...Suck on it.” Veran quietly said. Maple could feel Veran’s member grow in her other hand, thickening, lengthening, firming up. Dread grew inside her, trying not to focus on the change as it occurred, instead fulfilling Veran’s new demand.
She quietly kissed Veran’s left orb, then opened her mouth, trying her best to suck the orb in. Veran bit on her bottom lip, grinning, watching the young witch with dark satisfaction. She reached her left hand over, resting it over Maple’s head, sinking her fingers into Maple’s hair. Maple glanced up at Veran, then closed her eyes, managing to get Veran’s orb in her mouth. She suckled on the bulge, breathing in Veran’s scent, her moist lips running along Veran’s soft, smooth skin. “Mm...You’re doing a good job. At this rate, you’ll be home in no time.” Veran commented. Maple felt some small comfort in the encouragement, trying to bury her hatred for Veran, knowing it would make the act easier to accomplish. A bit of angry courage worked it’s way into Maple, her eyes slowly opening a crack as she looked up at Veran. Slowly, she started to creep two fingers along Veran, beneath her. Rubbing along, Veran eventually raised an eyebrow, figuring out what Maple was up to.
Maple went deep enough to begin creeping between Veran’s plump cheeks, finding her rear entrance a second later. “Oh, so we wanna play with asses, huh?” Veran quietly commented, grinning widely. Maple’s eyes went wide, her mouth going still around Veran’s orb. Veran raised both eyebrows, then. “Oh, don’t let me stop you. Go right ahead! I’m gonna remember this, though. Keep that in mind.” Maple’s eyes went disappointed, and she sighed. Then, her eyes suddenly went angry. Rubbing around at Veran’s tight little rosebud, she eventually started to force her fingertips through, no lubrication to aid the progress. Veran’s breathing started to deepen, her cheeks darkening with blue blush. Veran let out a little grunt when Maple’s fingers pushed through, Maple angrily digging her two digits as deep into Veran’s rear as possible. Maple smiled a little, pleased at Veran’s little vocalization of discomfort. Her smile withered, however, when Veran started to grin, again.
Veran squeezed at Maple’s fingers, mumbling out “Mmm...Okay, I’m ready for some fun. I wanna feel your nose against my belly, and your chin against my balls. Get me?” Maple let Veran’s moistened orb fall from her lips, quickly shaking her head. Veran laughed. “You seriously don’t get me? Wow, just...Wow.” Maple’s expression turned dark. “I understand what you mean, but I don’t wanna do it!” “Oh, sure you do. Because if you don’t, not only will you probably die out here, but you’ll do it with a nice little cock, to boot. Do you really want Syrup to identify the corpse of her late apprentice, in that state?” Maple’s lips went tight together, glaring up at Veran hatefully, taking her hand away from the sorceress’ magically induced phallus. “...Fine, you stupid fuckin’-” “Get busy with that tongue of your’s, before it gets you into deeper trouble.” Veran muttered, her eyes unimpressed at Maple’s attempted insult. Maple continued to glare at Veran, beginning to jiggle her fingers around in Veran’s tight rump, wiggling her fingers around as hard as she could.
Veran’s cheeks only went deeper with blush, her member giving a heavy twitch, Maple’s actions eliciting a response completely at odds with the one she had wanted. Maple’s eyes went unsure as they settled over Veran’s member, sticking up like a rod from her groin, the intimidating extremity threateningly pointed towards her face. She subtly gulped some excess saliva, then mumbled out “I...I’ve never...” “I’ll help you. First, pull back the foreskin...” Veran said, with a deceptively gentle tone of voice. Maple, her eyes glued on Veran’s manhood, slowly rocked her fingers around in Veran’s back passage, feeling her silky walls squeeze down on the intruding digits. She watched Veran twitch a few times before she raised her free hand up to her, slowly circling her fingers around her member. Gently, she stroked Veran’s skin back and forth a few times, watching her foreskin shift along Veran’s bulbous tip. Eventually, she slowly started to pull back, bringing her fist closer to Veran’s base.
Veran let out a soft breath as her foreskin was pulled back, showing off her purple tip, her member twitching in Maple’s hand. “Kiss it...” Veran quietly commanded, lust noticeable in her tone. Maple sighed, then leaned over, pressing a brief kiss to Veran’s tip. “Longer...Use your lips, more.” Veran urged. Maple rolled her eyes, then complied, pouting out her lips and pressing a long, passionate kiss directly over the eye of Veran’s tip. Veran moaned in her throat.
“Mm...Now start licking it, get your spit all over it.” Veran murmured, stroking her hand down the side of Maple’s head, feeling her hair. Maple glanced up at Veran, watching her face with subdued curiosity, wondering what it was about the act that Veran could enjoy, so much. Still rocking her fingers around in Veran’s rear, she stuck her tongue out, slowly running it around the underside of Veran’s tip. Veran looked down at her, smiling. The two met eyes, and at first, Maple looked away. As she started to wrap her lips around Veran’s tip, however, she met Veran’s eyes again, suckling gently at the swollen bulb. Veran approvingly rubbed over Maple’s head, feeling her hair between her fingers. Maple’s entire face began to turn red again, the young witch gazing up at Veran, beginning to work her tongue and swirl it around Veran’s bare tip, tasting her. Veran made a little moan, then quietly said “Go deeper...You can suck on more, I’m sure.”
Maple started to sink her head deeper towards Veran’s loins, her breathing beginning to pick up as the intruding manhood in her mouth ran over more of her tongue. She listened to Veran’s breathing, the little moans she made making Maple’s stomach flutter. Maple’s eyes subtly went wide as she noticed a change taking place, Maple trying to maintain her composure. It was incredibly embarrassing, and she knew Veran would jump on the chance to humiliate her, should she discover it. Her entire face went red like a cherry, her eyes became ashamed. Casually, she took her hand from Veran’s member, no longer holding her by her shaft. Bringing her hand down over her thighs, she discretely pulled down on her dress, trying to hide the bulge developing over her groin. Fighting the reaction, maddeningly enough, only seemed to make it worse, the tension making her more rigid. She kept trying to smooth out the developing tent, but her dress was too long for her to hope to hide it.
The embarrassing bulge continued to grow, a faint damp spot appearing in the fabric of the dress, directly over the tip of the jutting bump. Maple silently prayed that Veran wouldn’t notice, suddenly becoming more enthusiastic in her oral pleasing, hoping that an increase in her willingness would distract Veran long enough for Maple’s little problem to go away. Maple breathed a sigh of relief when Veran started to hang her head back, closing her eyes in pleasure as Maple prodded Veran’s tip against the back of her throat, resisting the urge to gag and tense up. Veran moaned lightly as Maple bobbed her head a few times, letting her lips drag along Veran’s damp shaft, her tongue working intensely, mostly in an effort to moisten Veran up and make Maple’s job easier, rather than any desire to actually please the craven sorceress. “Rub your fingers harder, and aim towards my belly...That feels good...” Veran quietly encouraged. Maple, a little confused, tried to follow Veran’s advice, and found a small part of her that almost seemed to swell, whenever Veran clenched.
Her member gave a heavy twitch in Maple’s mouth, Maple noticing fluid begin to seep from Veran’s tip, tasting foul as it trickled over her tongue. Veran shuddered and moaned, cooing out “Yeah, keep doing that...And suck a little harder, girl...” Maple’s face twisted up in disgusted anger, but she didn’t dare to disobey. Using a bit more pressure, she kept her movements slow, but turned them increasingly fierce. She tugged on her dress with the other hand, trying to urge the confusing tent to ease back down, but only succeeded in rubbing the damp fabric of the dress against herself. She held back a distressed groan as she felt herself become even more stiff, her new appendage akin to a metal rod, apparently determined to betray itself to Veran. In spite of Maple’s taste for girls, or perhaps because of it, she found herself foreseeing no end to her embarrassing state, the damp spot over the tip of her bulge becoming darker, larger, as pre-cum drooled from her.
“You’re getting the hang of it, I knew you would...” Veran mumbled, bringing both hands over Maple’s head, guiding her head along at a faster pace. Veran suddenly tilted her head forwards, looking down at Maple. Maple quickly brought her hand over the tent in her dress, trying to cover herself, her palm turning moist as she, with confusion, felt the pre-cum staining the fabric. Veran leaned Maple’s head to the side, watching as her member made a bulge against Maple’s left cheek, a little smile growing on her face in response. “That boner of your’s must really confuse you, huh?” Veran suddenly stated.
Maple’s blood ran cold, her eyes going wide, looking up to Veran’s. Her movements faltered, momentarily, before Veran pulled her back into the quickening movements. Maple’s eyes went desperate, as if begging for mercy, her eyebrows pleadingly rising up. Veran grinned and chuckled. “I won’t say anything, about it. I’m sure you’re already contemplating the implications. Is it significant, or is it not? What could it mean, or does it mean nothing?...I’ll let you figure that one out, on your own.” Maple sighed a little, through her nose. At least Veran wasn’t trying to humiliate her. Maple, reluctantly, thanked her for being merciful, closing her eyes again and using her lips and tongue more feverishly. Hungrily slurping away, she rocked her fingers a little faster, starting to even enjoy how Veran’s back passage felt over her fingers, squeezing and hugging her digits as if secretly pleased with their presence. “Ooh, getting a little eager, huh?” Veran teased, looking down at Maple.
Maple opened her eyes again, looking up at Veran with a withering glare. Veran only grinned more, saying “Giving me a look like that doesn’t have much impact while my dick’s poking your throat, you know.” Maple sighed, her eyes relaxing. A droplet of sweat ran down the side of Veran’s face, the sorceress biting on her bottom lip, for a few seconds, before she said “Ohh, yeah...I don’t think it’ll be long, now...” Maple sighed again, this time with relief instead of disappointment. Her movements became willing and eager, once more, as she tried to hasten Veran towards her finish, hoping to end the humiliating degradation. Veran started to grin wickedly, saying “You know...I told you I wanted to feel your nose on my tummy, and your chin on my balls. We haven’t done that, yet.” Maple’s eyes went wide. Veran grabbed Maple’s head a little tighter, then pulled Maple closer than she was comfortable with. Tears quickly ran into Maple’s eyes as Veran poked into her throat, Maple desperately fighting her gag reflex as the sorceress violated her throat.
Maple felt her member twitch around beneath her dress, either wanting to fight Veran like the rest of Maple, or writhing in envy of Veran’s pampered member. Maple whimpered for mercy, only ending up pleasing Veran more, her vocalizations vibrating against Veran. Maple breathed in the scent of Veran’s body as her nose pressed against her, between her mons and navel. Maple tried not to think about what was pressing against her bottom lip and chin, but as Veran moved Maple back and forth, the slapping against her chin became more and more prominent. Maple shut her eyes tight, feeling the magical spot in Veran’s rear begin to swell up, reacting to Veran’s incoming orgasm. Veran, her eyes closed in honest ecstasy, her breathing heavy and fast, moaned out “Oh, yeah...Suck it, you damn witch-wannabe...Mm, can’t wait to fuckin’ bend you over...Gonna push it up your butt, after...” Maple’s eyes shot open, going wide.
Her member started to twitch around even more, almost flailing as it violently jerked around. Veran noticed her reaction, opening her eyes and looked down at the young witch. Maple looked at Veran with anguish, quietly begging her to change her mind. Veran held back a laugh, pulling Maple’s head into her lap, pressing her face against her and holding her in place. “You didn’t think this could end without me exploring that little ass of your’s, did you? Have to be nice and wet, for that!” She groaned out. Maple vigorously rubbed around inside Veran’s curvy tush, only making the sorceress moan out, hanging her head back as her orgasm came over her. Maple closed her eyes, fighting to breathe as Veran suddenly began to spew. The sorceress of shadows gushed out thick, creamy loads of her love juice, the ichorous discharge hitting the back of Maple’s throat, immediately running down her gullet. The intense scent of Veran’s seed hit Maple’s nostrils from inside her mouth, a weak little whimper vibrating in Maple’s throat.
Maple opened her eyes, a little, as a lightning bolt seemed to pass through her groin. A heavy shudder ran through her entire body, a sweat spontaneously breaking out over her, her face freshly turning dark red. More whimpers and moans came from her, until finally, the bulge under her dress gave a jump, the dark spot over the tip abruptly becoming twice as large. Pearly white residue began to build up over the tip, seeping through from the force of Maple’s spontaneous, and mortifying, orgasm. The two of them were breathing heavily, Veran releasing Maple’s head, letting her pull herself back with a gasp. Veran’s member, covered in saliva, bobbed a few times, her foreskin slipping back into place. Her tool, still as hard as rock, continued to jut out from her, standing proudly. Maple sat back and looked up at Veran with desperation, almost panting as she said “Please, don’t...Please, wasn’t that enough?...Change me back, a-and please, let me go home...”
Veran grinned, reached down, and grabbed her member around the base. She gave a shake with it, watching it swing. “Hmm, I don’t know. My new little friend, here, was really eager for some young witch ass, today. And the longer you stall, the drier he’ll get...You know what that means.” Maple let out a single sob, then submitted, slowly beginning to turn over. “At l-least be gentle!...I’ve never...N-Not even with another...” Maple breathed out, unable to finish her sentences. Veran kept her eyes on Maple’s rump as the witch slowly withdrew her dress, soothingly saying “Oh, don’t worry, girl...I won’t be too rough. And, I get the feeling you’ll even enjoy yourself...”
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