Transformed! Nine Magically Erotic Stories

by Nadia Nightside

  “That’s great,” said Bryce, nodding, a smile on his face. “That’s really super.”

  Even with as relaxed as he had looked before, it seemed now as though a great weight had fled Bryce. Again, Lauren was envious...and attracted. She wanted to know how it was so easy for him to just let things slide off.

  “Good lord, but I’m stressed out.” Lauren shook her head. “This is not how I wanted my summer to go.”

  Bryce grabbed her hand. “It hasn’t been all bad.”

  Lauren glanced up at Caleb and blushed. “Maybe not.”

  Caleb rose an eyebrow. “Are you two...” He shook his head. “Nevermind. Not my business.”

  “Okay,” Lauren and Bryce said, at the same time.

  Caleb started flushing furiously. “Bryce, also, about Maryse...”

  “Yeah?”

  Caleb started to clear his throat, coughing, tugging at the edges of the picnic table.

  “She um...me and her...” Caleb cleared his throat. He turned away. “She came back with me, I guess, is what I’m saying. And she wants to talk to Felicia. I’m not totally sure why. She told Lauren and me it was about staying safe.”

  “That’s a good idea,” said Bryce, shrugging. “Good for her.”

  “They’re not together anymore,” Lauren whispered—not really knowing why she whispered.

  Caleb's face lit up. “Oh, really? Oh, no. That’s too bad, man.” Caleb ventured an affirming clap on Bryce’s arm. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

  Bryce shrugged. “S’okay. It’s been coming for a while.”

  For several moments, they just stared at each other awkwardly. Then, Bryce's phone—placed on the table between them all—began to buzz. Curious, Bryce took a look.

  “So, hey,” said Bryce. “That was from Danny Sanderson. He says there’s a party tonight—all of us are invited for losing our jobs. Drinks are on him.”

  “Word travels fast,” said Caleb. “I didn't even know we had lost our jobs.”

  “Well, unless Heather fixes everything in the next few days...”

  Caleb nodded. “Yeah, okay. Who knows. She might need a stay at a hospital or something.”

  Lauren didn't want to think about that. So, she changed the subject.

  “That was nice of Danny,” said Lauren. “Inviting us all.”

  “It’s his sister’s birthday,” said Bryce. You know Deborah, right? She's turning eighteen.”

  Lauren did. She was one of Maryse’s friends—one of the other most beautiful girls in school. Redheaded, tall—easily “most gorgeous girl in town” quality, with the problem being that their town already had Maryse. Lauren had more fantasies about Deborah than she cared to readily admit—even in this company, among men whom she was desperately attracted to.

  “He’s got money, and he likes to spend it,” said Bryce. “If it wasn’t us he was inviting, it’d be someone else.” He clapped Caleb on the shoulder. “How about it? Want to go?”

  “Sure, yeah.” Caleb nodded. “I could use a distraction right now. I think we all could.”

  * * * * *

  Alone in her large room for a few moments more, Felicia took a deep breath. The room smelled of old things—old tomes, old totems, old shelves and bedding and robes.

  Felicia’s mission was to be young and beautiful forever, so she thought it rather fitting to be surrounded by older things, to give her motivation; to act as reminders of what never to allow herself to become.

  It was a large room—taking up more than half the second-floor of the house. Once upon a time, it had taken up rather less space, but then Felicia kicked her parents out (more or less) and was able to have the walls torn down and more space for herself created.

  It was more than a year since she had seen her parents—and Caleb had not seen them in that time, either. It was a simple thing for her to convince them both that they wanted to use their savings by traveling the world for a while. They each carried a special traveler’s totem that Felicia had bewitched, which ensured that every time they thought of coming home, they would instead have insanely hot sex and forget all about the desire to return.

  It was a bit odd for Felicia, encouraging her own mother to have sex, but she got over it quickly—the same way that she had gotten over the amount of pain she had caused her mother by draining out all of the older woman’s magical knowledge and memory.

  Admiring her disastrously beautiful reflection in the tall mirror in the corner, Felicia allowed herself an indulgent smile at the memory of that particularly delightful night, a few years back—tying her mother down, sprinkling all those crushed devil’s tongue herbs over her body, marking her in that animal blood...such powerful magics required a powerful sacrifice.

  Her mother had tossed curses at her for hours while Felicia performed the ceremony, but afterward, the very next day, remembered none of it.

  She actually had become a much better wife as a result, more doting and attentive of her husband’s needs. Felicia was sure the draining of the ceremony had limited her mother’s intelligence as well, transforming her into a bit of a bimbo. It hardly mattered—only Felicia’s needs were really important in this life.

  So now, Felicia had over forty years of magical experience and knowledge at the young age of twenty-five—a veritable master (or mistress) of her craft with almost none of all that bothersome business of working for it.

  Without that knowledge, none of what she planned for the Summer Solstice Festival would be possible. Caleb would probably have something of a normal, isolated life, instead of now being a sex god to three beautiful women.

  Oh, Caleb. Felicia had enchantment after enchantment layered on that poor boy. She liked Caleb, truly—he was steadfast and honest, and funny, and quite intelligent. He was a good man to have in her corner, unwittingly carrying out her fun evil little will.

  He was just so easy to manipulate. Take today, for instance. All that business about “ending his friends' suffering at the Summer Solstice festival.” She hadn't even had to really hide the truth, he was so desperate to help! She barely had to tug at the enchantments she had placed on him at all to get him to tell Lauren and Bryce.

  A soft whimper in the corner reminded her that she actually wasn’t truly alone. Felicia turned the mirror, eyeing the transformed beauty in the corner. This Heather—beautiful soft-featured creature though she was—certainly wasn’t any kind of real company.

  “I have a guest coming, slave,” said Felicia, foreboding in her voice. “You won’t be touching yourself while she is here?”

  “N-no, Mistress. I promise.”

  “Good girl. Stay quiet, and I promise I’ll give you a good picture of your Master later on, all right?”

  Another example of how easy Caleb was to manipulate. Felicia had run through the motions with Heather in front of him earlier in the day—making big complicated gestures over her body, chanting mostly nonsense words with an intense virulence. All she was really doing was a simple examination spell, letting her eyes see the enchantment that her step-brother’s wolf form had placed on the poor woman.

  That particular enchantment was a doozy—beautification and total enslavement, both wonderful ingredients for the massive spell that Felicia was hoping to unleash next week. But all the complex gesturing sure fooled Caleb.

  “This won’t work,” Felicia had said finally, the lie very easy at this point. “I need you to relinquish all control of her over to me.”

  And he did, of course. Now that Heather had heard him do so, she obeyed Felicia’s every command to the letter.

  Later on tonight, when they were alone, Felicia would start some more intense brainwashing of Heather—ensuring that she would never go against Felicia’s will. There were certain logical arguments and tricks Felicia could work on the fragile little fuckpet’s mind that would make Heather think that anytime Caleb said something contrary to Felicia, it was just a test of the original order to obey Felicia. And that, plus a hard dose of orgasms, some shapeshifting, and
a few gentle tugs of the strands of enchantments around Heather’s mind...and she would be nothing but putty in Felicia’s hands.

  The Slave could be manipulated in such a manner without violating the terms of the ceremony—she was a slave, after all.

  But the others, well. The Spell Suprema was a complicated task. All in all, for her ceremony to work, she needed five components—all human sacrifices. They were the Slave, the Warrior, the Beast-King, the Priestess, and the Enchantress Queen.

  Part of the role of the Priestess—Lauren—was her immunity to long term magical effects, so mind control on her was out of the question. The same for Maryse, the Enchantress Queen.

  And Caleb and Bryce, Beast-King and Warrior, had to remain loyal to the Enchantress Queen.

  Felicia sighed. Magic was such a bore with all its rules, sometimes. She couldn’t wait to own enough power to rewrite them all. Every spell and its rules would all be various intonations and rearrangements of her own name, she decided. It was no less than she deserved for being such an achingly perfect, beautiful, immortal Goddess on Earth. The Spell Suprema would simply make that the reality instead of her fantasy.

  Knowing that Maryse was going to come by later, Felicia had dressed herself in a way that she hoped would give off a certain impact. Her tight leather pants and corset were put away, and a shimmering dark gown put on instead—the kind with a deep v-neck that showed off the bouncing creamy orbs on her chest. A nice pair of thigh-high black leather boots with tall stiletto heels completed the image.

  The sexuality of others was no mystery to Felicia—she owned several totems that would tell her all that she needed to know about a person’s preferences and kinks. But, she had hardly needed them when it came to Maryse. Even in the few moments they had been able to converse, Maryse’s attraction to Felicia was incredibly clear.

  There was a knock on the door. Felicia’s heart began to race. It was time.

  She answered the door with a small smile. “Welcome.”

  Maryse nodded, stepping inside—appearing somewhat interested in the morbidly rustic décor of bones and dusty tomes—but of course showing mostly disinterest. If she was never interested, then people would always be trying to impress her. Felicia picked up on that immediately.

  It was painstakingly difficult not to pounce on top of Maryse and demand that the two of them become lovers, instantly. The younger woman was lightning hot. Her cheekbones were molded from heavenly reliefs, her breasts exquisitely displayed in her tiny, midriff baring tee shirt. She had the sort of long-legged build that Maryse did, that allowed her to wear tight yoga pants and make them look like hot sexual totems. She looked as though she had been poured into them.

  Felicia, for once, felt underdressed and overwhelmed by a woman’s presence. It had been quite a while since that had happened—maybe when she had conjured up the projection of the first Sorceress Suprema from millennia ago to lecture her in the ways of the Spell Suprema.

  “So,” said Felicia. “You are the girl my stepbrother wants to be with?”

  Maryse laughed and rolled her eyes. “Oh, probably. I wouldn’t be surprised.”

  “Neither would I,” said Felicia, smiling.

  They both gazed at the other for a moment, their eyes cat-like, predatory. Each felt as though the other could hide nothing.

  Finally, Maryse broke the staring contest, with an air of affected disinterest. “There’s something I think you should know about.”

  “All right.”

  “I met a woman who said she was hunting Caleb.”

  “Hunting?”

  “She was some sort of, I don’t know. Hunter.”

  “Thus the hunting.”

  Felicia already knew all about Aksana. It was rather fun for the young witch to keep tabs on the hapless huntress—hopping around the neighborhood, clearly detecting enormous amounts of evil magic, but ever distracted or misdirected once she got close to Felicia's house. It was an old and very effective enchantment—and Felicia strengthened it every day.

  “Right,” said Maryse. “She said she had a cure for his lycanthropy.”

  “There is no cure,” Felicia tsked, shaking her head. “There is only containment.”

  The only real cure was death, of course.

  Maryse sat down on Felicia's bed, one eyebrow raising at its clear comfort. “In that case, I want protection from him. He does want me. I can tell. I don’t want to end up like Heather.”

  Felicia chuckled a bit. “Beautiful and young for the rest of her days?”

  “You know what I mean. Enslaved.”

  “Of course.”

  “I want to be powerful,” said Maryse, leaning forward, touching her cleavage. “I want...I want to be immune to whatever comes to pass. Couldn't you...help me with that?”

  Maryse slipped her hands upward and grabbed Felicia, guiding her down to the bed next to her.

  Felicia had to take a second not to laugh—Maryse was trying to seduce her! It wouldn’t have been so laughable, as Maryse was certain drop-dead gorgeous—except that Felicia had been planning the same thing.

  Well, it was easier this way.

  “Yes,” said Felicia. “I can help you with this problem.”

  “Wonderful. And...”

  “Yes?” Felicia acted eager to know more, lighting up her eyes.

  “I want...I mean, I would like...well.” Maryse laughed softly, sliding her hands far up Felicia's arms. Felicia let herself enjoy it—there was nothing like the touch of a beautiful young woman. “Is there any way I could be even...more protected? The best defense is a good offense, I think.”

  For several moments, Felicia pretended to hesitate. She wanted to see how far Maryse would go.

  It was pretty far. Maryse slid forward, wrapping one hand around Felicia's neck, and pulled her in for a hot, long kiss. Their tongues danced, hot saliva lubricating their perfect, young lips.

  Maryse kissed at her neck. “Please? I could make it worth your while...”

  Felicia moaned, nodding. “You want power, right? Lots of power?”

  It was easy to make her voice hot and breathy—she was turned on, after all. There were many forms of power, but there were few as intoxicating as making someone else think they were in control, while still completely owning the situation. Felicia enjoyed that now with Maryse’s kisses and soft nibbles on her neck and chin.

  “Yessss,” Maryse hissed. “You could make that happen, couldn’t you?”

  “It would be...not easy, for you.”

  “Whatever it takes.”

  Felicia shrugged. “Very well.”

  She stood up and pretended to search around her desk for a moment, pushing aside tall books and small ceremonial daggers—even the one she was planning on sacrificing Maryse and the others with next week.

  Finally, she “found” the amulet, and turned and presented it to Maryse.

  It was a small thing—about the width of a thumb, made of dense meteorite iron, inlaid with an ancient crystal in the shape of an exploding star.

  Maryse let it dangle it in her hands, eyeing it with some disbelief. “All I have to do is wear this amulet? I thought you said it would be hard.”

  “Wear it?” Felicia shook her head. “No, darling. You must swallow it.”

  “Swallow it?” Maryse blanched. “It’s an amulet.”

  “Yes. I understand what it is. You still must swallow.”

  Maryse held the thing in her hand.

  “Is there like...magic, to make it go down easy?”

  “It is metal and runes.” Felicia shrugged. “It will go down hard. It will stay hard. There is no getting around this. Swallow.”

  With a look of fierce determination, Maryse did just that—taking the amulet in her fist and shoving it her mouth. Already prepared, Felicia gave her a glass of water to help it down. It took several swallows, Maryse's lovely face turning bright red at times—but it went down.

  “Now,” said Felicia, putting her palm on Maryse's head. “I must
activate it. Stay still.”

  She pushed the lovely blonde all the way down on the bed, and began to chant, weaving her spell.

  Maryse didn’t know it yet, but she was an integral part of Felicia’s plan. It hadn’t been intended in that way, not at first. Felicia knew she would need someone, and she had hoped it would be someone Caleb knew, just to make the process of drawing them all together into one place a little easier. But to have it be Caleb’s newest crush! What luck.

  Bad luck for Maryse, of course, but that was the way of things. She would have fun in the meantime, Felicia had no doubt. The amulet would make Maryse all but irresistible to everyone who came across her. She would have to bypass or break down their wills, of course...but wills would be paltry, simple little things compared to the beauty that Maryse presented.

  It was said in Felicia's old flesh-bound tomes that the amulet would make even the lowliest, oldest, most wart-covered scullery maid unstoppably attractive to a king. For as to what it would do to Maryse...well, Felicia was very interested in finding out.

  After this ceremony...Felicia would have the Enchantress-Queen fully ready—the last of the components. Then, it would just be a matter of time until the Solstice Festival.

  With a few elaborate and intentional waves of her hands, Felicia finished the ceremony.

  Maryse rose with an intense look on her face—her eyes even brighter than before, her whole aura practically shining. Felicia was immune to the effects of the charm spell, but that didn’t mean the physical enhancements it came with were lost on her. Maryse’s breasts were larger and fuller—straining against her tiny shirt. Her incredible body was even tighter and thinner, her hair thicker and longer—she looked like a living fairy.

  “I can feel it,” said Maryse. “I can feel the power coursing through my veins!”

  She gripped the nearby writing desk and broke it in half with a swat of her wrist.

  Felicia put on her best look of concern, trying to mask her annoyance. She liked that desk. Oh well...she could fix it later.

  “People with too much power...they can go mad,” Felicia said, hoping she sounded worried. “The skill you are showing, so quickly...please. I ask for assurances that you won’t abuse this. It’s important. This is why I worry about Caleb. He—” Felicia stopped suddenly, overacting her surprise. “I’ve said too much.