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Fic for @monstrifex-art! Enjoy! (I really wasn’t sure which of your characters to take from, so I kinda mashed some visual traits together!)

A Witch in the Dark

Veil quietly handed a small vial to Elise, shaking the greenish liquid experimentally. They adjusted their glasses, fidgeting nervously. Shoulder-length black hair waved and bobbed as they looked around the room, eyes never settling on Elise, who stood a good foot taller than them. She smiled softly, patting their head and taking the vial from their outstretched hands. Veil turned to leave their wife to her scholarly pursuits, but she drew closer to them, whispering in their ear with a soft sigh. “Check the table. Your birthday gift is there!”

They kept their face straight and composed, only nodding slowly before walking out of the room. Elise blew them a kiss as Veil closed the door behind them, walking through the small, unlit house to the dining table. A window was open in the kitchen, and moths congregated around a small lantern outside. Cool air flew in, whispering the concept of winter to no-one and everyone. Veil ignored the sheaf of letters from the Ministry calling for transcriptions of their spellbooks—of which, Elise and Veil had already sent dozens to the government. The small box on the tiny, circular table was what interested them. It was a stark contrast to the worn but polished wood of the furniture, the soft couches and ornate cabinets. The material was of a sparkling black stone, and the cuboidal shape had the sharpest edges Veil had seen on anything.

A scrap of paper with Elise’s carefree, gentle script was on the top. For you, my sweetling. And only you. Inside, the velvet interior held a small choker with a pale blue gemstone. Jewelry? For me? A wave of emotion came over Veil. It’s so beautiful. Mother and Father never spoiled me like that. Images of an austere home came over them. Stiff ritualisms and noble, chaste idealism to the nation. Baroque, almost garish ceremonial uniforms and trinkets—but none of it belonged to them. Veil’s only job was to be married off to the Royal College of the Arcane’s Headmistress. They had expected that same level of abuse. Their expectations had been shattered rapidly, and they hadn’t been happier.

Veil knew very well what sorts of jewelry and trinkets their wife was enthralled into buying. They also knew that it had to be magical. A strange, almost taboo thrill came over them as they touched the soft black strip of fabric, then the precisely cut gem, its blue layers melting into a swirl caged by the geometric diamond shape. A long scroll was attached to the pantry’s wall, written over with years of black, blue, and red ink. It was a sort of calendar—if such chaotically complex scribbling could be called such—and it recorded everything Elise planned. Today, however, the event was covered with a magical shroud, blurring and causing a small headache whenever Veil lay their eyes upon it.

The object and the event had to be connected. Even that curious vial, contents unclear, had come in directly on the hour. Veil looked at the stone clock, etched with glowing sigils and floating hands of slender stone. Directly on the hour. Six o-clock.

Behind Veil, the small door leading to Elise’s laboratory started to shudder.

Elise drank another vial. The first one had gone down so smoothly. Why not another? In front of her was the checklist for her transformation, a three-stage-process that was supposed to only mildly modify the personality, in sharp contrast to the near total transformation of the body.

A familiar warmth grew inside her. Bone and flesh split and reformed, but she felt no pain—just a longing joy. Her darling would see her in a truly different light. She’d have the form to be their perfect mistress, for ever and ever. And what a perfect darling they were! So obedient, so gracious. Another pang of heat formed on her back. Wings split with a loud crack, unfurling with a whoosh of wind. Heat turned to a spike of pleasure. Her skin turned a strange shade of white, eyes bright blue. Sweat dripped from Elise’s face as her ears melted away, reforming into sharply pointed ones. They tingled with sensations unseen by human minds.

Elise felt her thighs shiver and twitch, growing wider and with small, imperceptible sparkling hairs. Her body as a whole grew taller and larger, bosom expanding. Her flesh continued to shed and remove hair as a whole, leaving that slender, gossamer coating only on her thighs and speckled on her back, near where the patterned, ethereal wings pumped to life. Such warmth! Such a strange, seductive siren call that was transformation! Horns grew, a deep black shade, smooth and bone-like, from her long, silver hair. A tongue emerged, pink, newly born, viscerally coated. It twitched with a dexterity Elise was unused to, and she curled it around experimentally, seeing how it automatically retracted.

She took a breath, and her nose breathed in a maddening amount of sensations. Elise struggled to keep track of herself, and looked sharply at the door. It hadn’t opened yet. She could smell Veil, their soft, warm scent. Why could she do that?

Her mind filled with new concepts, new ideas, new, more animalistic reasonings. She felt a twinge of terror at the contemplation of this new—temporary—freedom. Elise grasped for something else, and landed upon her original motivation. A gift. A love-gift, for Veil. I simply have to restrain myself.

A ping emanated from a nearby wand, adorned with a less refined version of the small diamond stone on the choker she had bought them earlier. Yes! They put it on! That wild passion threatened to overtake them again, and Elise took a small step back, feeling a wave of fear. I don’t want them to see me like this. What would they think of me?

To their credit, Veil didn’t barge in. They knocked on the door. Fear, worry, confusion—she could sense it mingling in the air around them. It was delicious. “Are you all right, Mistress?” There was no response. Veil opened the door.

III

“Don’t come in! I didn’t want you to see…” Elise halted as Veil looked on with a slight hint of confusion before averting their eyes downwards. They simply nodded slightly, and stood a respectful distance away.

“You told me to expect a change, Mistress.” Veil said evenly, not taking their eyes from the floor. Elise could sense heat rising from their face. She nodded, regaining her composure—and keeping that animalistic part of her persona in check.

Her voice was sharp and clear. “Darling. My personality is becoming more.. inhuman. Not by much, but just enough. It might be—“ Her breath caught in her throat. Veil was looking at her with those rounded spectacles, looking with the sharpest possible gaze.

Their voice was so soft, a drifting feather she could take and grasp. “Why would it matter? You’re still you. You can be free with me, Mistress.” Slender hands slightly brushed the choker. “I know what you have planned.” Veil’s voice was louder now, on the edge of breaking down into a slight snicker. It was accented by their reddening face.

That singular chuckle broke any tension, and Elise found herself snickering loudly. “It was because I was bored! Can you imagine?” She held out the glowing wand, her voice dropping down to that sultry bass that held terrible power over her servant. “You don’t have to imagine.”

Veil chuckled, and moved closer to her, falling into her grasp. Elise had to gently stoop to get out of the doorway, as she now towered over Veil completely. They spun and twisted, dancing perfectly close in a rotating circle as the small bedroom was approached.

Elise tore apart their thin clothes, feeling that same form of animalistic hunger draw over her. She pinned Veil to the bed, long tongue reaching out to lick and curl around their ears, eliciting a soft gasp. She kissed them there, tongue enveloping the inside of their mouth and leaving them in a dazed, gasping state.

She tapped the wand impatiently, causing them to moan and cry out, spasming gently. Such hunger! Such desire! A surge of overprotectiveness came over her, and her wings snapped to life, drawing a canopy of darkness over the two of them with her bright eyes providing dim light.

Elise’s voice was quiet and commanding, holding haughty elegance by the hand and slaving it to her will. “Are you a good puppy?” Veil’s soft, shuddering moans came back with a mumbled affirmative. The beating of their heart rang in her improved ears.

Elise gently took her strap, taking great care to be as soft as possible. They had done this time and time again—but never like this. She lifted Veil up, an act that was equivalent to lifting a feather, and turned them around. “Good puppy.” She patted their head gently. “Mistress has to just break you a little bit, okay?” The words came out sultry, with a high and haughty resonance. That was new.

Veil tapped on the mattress, the sonic vibrations beating in her heart like a drumbeat. “Yes, darling. I’m going to go very slowly. Whatever you want, I’ll provide.” A thumbs up, with an associated moaned affirmation.

Elise had the sudden notion to look at her slender hands, now even thinner and more.. moth-like. They were secreting a bluish oil, and the glowing residue was all over Veil. Oh. She continued, slowly moving inwards. Veil moaned and gasped, babbling meaningless things that spoke of carnal desire, thirst and love. Elise put a single hand on their lips, then a finger in their mouth, silencing them gently.

She moved in slowly, and pulled away, taking care to be as slow as possible, touching their shaking flesh and licking with that long tongue. Then, she moved in, faster and faster. Veil gasped and cried as she moved back and forth until they collapsed, shuddering and mumbling.

Another (impatient?) tap on the mattress. More? Elise complied, tapping the wand. She had programmed the choker to obey her every thought. Veil’s entire body stiffened and twisted on edge, and the queenly moth folded back her wings, smirking.

Elise tapped the wand again. Her breasts swelled greatly, and she hummed with the warmth coalescing inside of them. More. More! Her breathing grew heavy and strained, and she halted, huffing with effort. Meanwhile, Veil continued to squirm, caught in that terrible state of denial one might call enjoyable.

She wrapped her wings around them again, licking their ears and whispering. “Is my puppy trying their best? Of course you are, puppy. Let it out for your Mistress now.” She pinned their twitching hips to the bed, and went down on them quickly—slowly drawing outwards to give them the slightest bit of release before repeating. Again, and again, until her stomach felt warm, and she felt rather sleepy.

Slowly, Elise cradled her long arms around the slowly exhaling Veil, drawing their mouth up close to suckle the shimmering “milk” that came out. Their eyes rolled back in response, and they moaned again before latching on with a vicious carnal neediness she easily matched.

“Good puppy. Sleep now, okay? I’ll see you in the morning.” They crumpled into her warm embrace, and Elise found the grasping claws of sleep scratching at her mind all the same, so she let them cling to her. It gave the experience such a precious feeling, protecting someone.

End.

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