Witch Switch
Lucille stood over Morgan, a triumphant sneer curling her lips. In the cold, dimly lit chamber, Morgan was bound to a stone altar, her once radiant white dress now dulled by dust and grime. Lucille raised her hands, her fingers glowing with a sickly green light, muttering the incantation that would siphon Morgan’s power.
“You’ve always been one step ahead of me, Morgan, always top of the class in spell class, in potions study, in divination predictions but I bet you didn’t see this one coming.” Lucille hissed, circling her.
Morgan strained against the invisible bonds holding her down, her vibrant blue eyes meeting Lucille’s with a defiant glare. “You spent all your time on magic to serve your ego. You became beautiful but it cost you your soul! You’ll never win, Lucille. No matter what you do, you’ll never beat me.” She spat.
Lucille’s grin widened as she reached the crescendo of the spell. The room filled with an ominous hum as green tendrils of energy snaked from Lucille’s hands and wrapped around Morgan’s body. A sudden force pulled at Morgan’s very essence. But something felt wrong.
Lucille gasped as the light shifted from green to a brilliant white. The force she had intended to steal Morgan’s magic instead drew out something different, Morgan’s soul.
A flood of purity, kindness, and warmth surged into Lucille, and the impact was immediate. She staggered back, clutching her chest as Morgan’s essence poured into her. Guilt, empathy, regret, all the things she had lacked for years crashed into her mind. She gasped, her hands trembling, as the goodness in Morgan’s soul overwhelmed her.
“What… what have I done?” Lucille whispered, her eyes wide, her voice shaky. She released Morgan from her invisible bonds out of her newfound compassion but it would prove to be unwise.
Morgan’s body was still for only a moment before something new stirred within her. She slowly rose from the altar, her eyes now gleaming with a dark, seductive energy. Her lips curled into a wicked smile.
“Thank you, Lucille, from freeing me from the shackles of a pesky soul. I never knew what a weight it was having one.” Morgan purred, her voice dripping with menace.
Morgan glanced down at her once-pure white dress and sneered. With a flick of her wrist, her clothing transformed. Tight black latex and leather clung to her body, accentuating every curve. Her lips plumped up with a dangerous red shade, her eyes rimmed with heavy, shadowed makeup. She arched her back, and with another wave of her hand, her tits grew fuller, her waist narrower, and long sharp black nails sprouted from her fingertips.
“Oh, this feels much better. I’ve been playing the good witch for so long it was about time I embraced my… darker side.” Morgan said, admiring her reflection in the mirror Lucille had placed in the chamber. With a wave of her hand her soft, golden curls became sleek and stark white, cascading down her back.
Lucille stared in disbelief. “This… this wasn’t what I wanted. I didn’t mean to—”
“Who gives a damn what you wanted, it’s high time my wants and desires were met.” Morgan interrupted, stepping closer.
“Please… let me try and fix this, I can do it.” Lucille said as she backed away from Morgan’s advancing, her new, seductive form exuding an intimidating presence.
Morgan let out a cold laugh that sent a chill down Lucille’s spine. With a flick of Morgan’s wrist Lucille levitated off the ground, held in place by an unseen force. “Fix this? Why would I want to go back to being constrained by my morality? I can now fulfil my destiny by becoming the most powerful witch to ever exist! Even if I agreed, you’re too inept to perform the magic correctly. Here let me show you how the spell should have gone.”
Lucille’s eyes widened with a mix of fear and dread. “No… Morgan, wait. You don’t have to—”
But Morgan was already muttering the incantation under her breath, her voice smooth and confident. The room darkened as shadows gathered around her, swirling like a storm of dark energy. The green tendrils of magic that Lucille had used to drain Morgan’s soul reappeared, were now coming from Morgan, like thick smoke curling through the air.
Lucille could feel her power slipping away, draining out of her as the dark tendrils wrapped around her body. She was powerless to stop Morgan’s spell from ripping the magic from her, siphoning it into Morgan’s already brimming core.
Morgan’s eyes fluttered shut as she absorbed the energy, her body glowing faintly with power. She breathed in deeply, her lips parting in satisfaction as the last of Lucille’s magic poured into her.
Lucille collapsed to the floor, weak and powerless, her skin pale and clammy. “Please… stop…”
Morgan’s eyes snapped open, burning with dark energy. She crouched down beside Lucille, gently lifting her chin with a clawed finger. “Oh, poor Lucille, now you can live the rest of your days watching as a true evil witch takes over.” She cooed mockingly.
She stood back up, her new power swirling inside her, making her feel invincible. The air around her crackled with energy, and a dark, seductive smile crossed her lips. “Now, that’s better. Your power was barely an appetizer but I’ll put it to better use than you did.”
With that, Morgan turned and strode toward the door, the power she had taken coursing through her veins. The black latex and leather hugged her body perfectly, her sharp nails gleaming as she ran her hand down the smooth stone wall on her way out.
Before leaving, she cast one last look over her shoulder, her dark lips curling into a smirk. “Oh, and Lucille? I told you you’d never win didn’t I?”
Then, with a flick of her wrist, she vanished into the shadows, leaving Lucille powerless, guilt-ridden, and utterly alone in the darkness.
