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If you were to fight against Elezareth as a level 5 or so party, in a DnD setting ... what strategies would you use when trying to take her down? And how do you think you'd fare in her dungeon?", "description_bbcode_parsed": "A question for the readers, hopefully after having read the story. If you were to fight against Elezareth as a level 5 or so party, in a DnD setting ... what strategies would you use when trying to take her down? And how do you think you'd fare in her dungeon?", "writing": "\n\nElezareth yawned into wakefulness on a pleasant evening, having slept through the daylight hours and now making sure to rise as the stars were just coming out. The dusk sky awash with brilliant orange and dazzling yellow, cut through with lines of dark blue and welling black. Rolling out of bed wearing nothing but her night gown, the witch sauntered over to an open window.\n\nThe lush green of a swamp still teaming with life, the placid water surface that in some places was clear enough to see a muddy shore, while in other places looked so colorful the moss had to have been in competition with the trees all around. Tall willows and sweeping shrubs, no clear path to walk through and no other buildings in sight for miles around. \n\nSecluded, safe, utterly enveloped by life energy and rare biological ingredients at every corner. This was the perfect home for a witch’s tower, giving her the quiet of privacy mixed with close ties to both mystical energies and more mundane secrets to be unlocked. One always had to worry about the occasional mix of magical creatures and daring adventurers. \n\nBut a creature made of magic was a valuable resource to be extracted if they became troublesome, or a potent ally if they could be cowed. The Fey always did serve as this strange mix of both, between the fairy ‘heroes’ coming to vanquish evil, who went well into a hearty soup or could be made into an exquisite potion, and the villages of peaceful fairies who would gladly pay some service and fealty or a monthly stipend. Just so long as they were under the protection of a witch. \n\nSuch arrogant little buzz butts, so convinced of their superiority to all things mortal. And yet when a human learns magic of a greater caliber, they can’t handle the reality. They refuse to believe she’s still human.\n\n“Hrmph.” Elezareth nods to herself within the cozy little room, resting on the seventh floor of a ten story building. Wizards aren’t the only people who can lay claim to an impressive tower. Snatching up her wide brimmed hat, picking out her favorite dress to slip on, and opening the window to let chilled dusk air into what might otherwise be a stuffy room, her thoughts turn to her new pet.\n\nElezareth might still be a human, but not everyone here could make that claim. \n\nSitting inside a dusty, glass cage was Marry. A delightful little female snake who has had over a week to come to terms with her new life, yet still holds some silly grudge about old dreams. She was a snake now, and given the potency of the curse placed on her she was going to remain a snake for far longer than just the end of her days. \n\nBut then she noticed her other snake wasn’t near his heating rock like he normally was.\n\n“Alright Sathos, just where have you disappeared to …” she planted her palms on her hips and strutted through the tower, looking down the stairs at first and then toward the nearest window.\n\nIt would have been a simple matter to search for him with magic, but then it would also have been a waste. He was her familiar, and shouldn’t be running off very far to begin with. After all if something happens to that wonderful little pain in the crotch, she’d loose a large portion of her magical power. \n\nNot the knowledge of course, and alchemy does most of its work without requiring any power from the user, but Sathos was important for a number of reasons. \n\nShe peaks under her bed. The witch walks down a few more flights of stairs calling out her familiar’s name. She looks through the kitchen, and in the storeroom, and even through her laboratory, yet doesn’t spot a single hiss or slither anywhere about.\n\nHe might have had a foul experience with one of the potions perhaps? No, Sathos was too smart to go playing around with them in his sleep. Maybe he spotted an intruder?\n\nBut then why not just wake her up. Or better yet, let the wards and traps deal with it?\n\nGrumbling to herself Elezareth stomps back to her bedroom in a foul mood, deciding that if something has gone wrong then it’s best to break out the scrying crystals and try to find him quickly.\n\nWhat she saw instead were two hissing snakes inside a glass cage, and couldn’t help but feel even more annoyed …\n\n“Now where were you hiding …” she grumbles, a pouting frown on her lips even as she leans down to inspect Marry and her master. \n\n‘I didn’t want to missss the eggssss’ her familiar answered in thought. The tongue lashing and the slight hiss was a verbal response, but the soul connection she held with the source of her magic gave her an insight into his mind. It didn’t quite extend to every other source of life, she couldn’t understand Marry if she didn’t put effort into doing so. Given the new prisoner would still be begging or cursing the witches’ name, this was probably a good thing.\n\n“Eggs? What do you mea- … OH!” Now Elezareth was excited, putting her face against the glass and giggling down at the two snakes within. A single heating rock, a bit of rough sand, and a dried log to scrape her scales against. \n\nShe wasn’t entirely sure how Sathos got inside while she was sleeping, but suspected magic was involved somehow. Marry was a present to him for being such a good boy, his own fucktoy to play around with whenever he wanted to make up for the fact he can’t slither about during mating seasons while still so thoroughly attached to the witch. He should have some easy way inside the cage after all.\n\nMarry responded to this by hissing, jaws open and venomous fangs on full display. Elezareth just sticks her tongue out and starts making silly faces at her.\n\n“I didn’t think it would come this soon, it hasn’t even been a month since she last ate them all.” The witch muses to herself, watching the female serpent writhe in increased pain.\n\nHer tail lashing back and forth, the snake inside just released a low whine while making halfhearted attempts to hide herself from the scrutiny of Elezareth’s gaze.\n\n“Oh don’t be like that.” The witch mused, taking a guess at what Marry might have been saying. “You very much did kill everyone with that cute little belly of yours. This is just what I’m doing to their afterlife~” \n\nThe female snake looked as if she was about to strike, even if that meant bashing her face against the glass. But Sathos didn’t even have to try and restrain her, for the impossible sensations coming through her cloacae were enough to stop her resistance outright. \n\nSliiiiiide. Stretch. Plop.\n\nA single, rounded snake egg with speckled dots eased from Marry’s back end and rolled into the sand. Within moments the next one started to force its way through, leading the serpent to arch her head back and hiss toward the sky.\n\n“I wonder which one this is.” Elezareth questions, standing up strait and peering down from the top of the cage now. Making certain to flaunt her dominance, to show just how much bigger she was, how all encompassing her form could be. \n\n“That cleric maybe? Oh won’t a holy man be so furious to discover his god holds no claim on his little soul. And never will, of course. The gods only deal with humans.” She coos so sweetly, unable to restrain a girlish giggle. “And that’s something you won’t be, ever again. Isn’t that right little snake snacks~”\n\nSashos shared the sentiment, making sure to send his own amusement as he slithers across Marry’s head. Taunting her with the fact he’s stronger and more skilled than she, and letting his weight smother down her jaws to prevent any more defiant hissing.\n\nOut came another egg. And another one. Stretching the skin taut to the point one could see the gaping hole left behind, see the next egg preparing to ease out. They plopped into a neat little pile that stilled looked oily slick and rubbery smooth. It wasn’t possible to see through the flexible shell from her current angle, but the witch wasn’t going to put much effort into counting the eggs before they hatched. She’d see them at some point or another.\n\n“Daawww, if I had known popping out all those kids would be so painful for you, I’ve have gathered up a few more souls for you to melt away.” The witch states, her words matter-of-fact rather than taunting. \n\nBut then she spots a soft glow out of the corner of her eye. She hears the chime of an alarm, and can feel a presence of magic forcing her to be more alert. Three different types of perimeter surveillance all activating at once.\n\n“Uuugghh, back in a minute.” Elezareth moans, throwing her head back while her knee’s droop. “Stupid, grimy, annoying, blegh.”\n\nShe had to leave Sathos to fiddle with the prisoner while she walks over to her crystal ball to check what’s happening. All of the alarms triggered, which means this intruder was so incompetent they didn’t even try to hide their entry. Nothing in the way of invisibility or non-detection, even the simple magical alarms that were among the most common mainstay for wizards trying to protect themselves remained functional.\n\nWhoever these people were, they couldn’t be especially competent or knowledgeable.\n\nA beast maybe? She couldn’t think of any besides lesser dragons who might actually brave getting close to the tower.\n\nThoroughly annoyed, Elezareth peers into the crystal while casting minor spells to change or solidify the image. Checking first the lower floors outside her home to see the vines have been trampled, someone has built a bridge of freshly summoned stone from one lump of grassy mud to the front door, and that someone had stolen a few things from her herb garden.\n\nA frown.\n\nShe switches the scrying location and into the first floor, a room designed to look like a library with a single stairway going up. The entire thing was a trap of course, with runes on the rugs, spells built into every one of the books, and every single potion set out next to a tacky looking cauldron did something dangerous and unpleasant to whoever drinks them. \n\nThe stairway didn’t actually go up, you needed to activate the teleport room for that, but it did have the stairs fold away and convert into a slide leading people down into the lower dungeons. Plenty of monsters, dark cells, anti-magic crystal placed in the center, it was built to keep people detained long enough for some big swamp beastie to figure out they taste good.\n\nWhat she saw here were four adventurers.\n\nWell, they might have been pimps, but anyone who looks like they ran through the streets naked and put on the first bit of stolen clothing they could snatch off someone’s else’s line was pretty likely to be an adventurer. Rarely do they manage to get a matching set of anything, and the eclectic designs of magical items resulted in a cluttered, jumbled look.\n\nIf your whole job description is to fight people like Elezareth, you care far more about the power and utility than you do about minor aesthetics.\n\nThe witch mused over how best to deal with them. Typical looking group, one seemed to be in full armor while another was crawling on all fours and didn’t wear a shirt. Third one dressed in obviously enchanted robes while carrying a book around. One of Elezareths? He was reading it and nothing bad seemed to happen, so probably not. While the fourth was in cheap armor and carrying decorated tunics announcing his devout worship to some god of the sun or another …\n\n“So thaaaat’s what you’re here for.” The witch muttered to herself, annoyed at the realization that if a major church thought she was a big enough threat, she might have to pack up her tower and teleport it somewhere else. Always a hassle. She did have stolen artifacts which meant she’d probably go down in history as ‘that one dungeon’ where the ancient whatever of the blah-blah people was last sighted. \n\nBut having stolen the soul of a high priest and forever cut him off from the connection to his god probably did more to anger that deity outright than anything physical she might have stolen. And with a god annoyed at you, it’s unlikely they will ever forget.\n\n“How to deal with this.” She said aloud, leaning back from the crystal and thinking over her options. The most obvious way was to simply cast a few spells and enjoy having a few more toys, but the items they wield might do all sorts of nasty things. And adventurers by their very nature can have surprises for the unwary. \n\nIf they knew anything about her and came in prepared, it could be a dangerous fight. Maybe.\n\nThat cleric though, if he didn’t return then the church would probably just send another. And another. And then another still. Would handing the artifact over in exchange for a promise that they never attack her again be the best way to handle things? She didn’t have the slightest respect for people who had to beg and plead for their sliver of power, but if this was someone low enough ranking who could make the pledge, and then bind the rest of that church to this agreement …\n\nThey won’t follow it of course. For all the moralizing anyone does, the practicalities still come into play, and their god will be so angry attacks will just step up. But it would give Elezareth the moral high ground when they break the deal first. All she needs is for that cleric to …\n\nAAaaaaand then the damned wizard opened a book.\n\nElezareth slaps a palm to her face at how easily the group was wiped out. A burst of light the moment those pages open, and all too suddenly the wizard was a fluffy little weasel flopped to the ground, and the cleric was a fish gasping for air. \n\nThe knight in armor and the wild person seemed stunned, but not affected. Clearly of strong enough body to resist the enchantment, at least for a little while, but being without magic they didn’t have any means to reverse the effects. The most they could do was confusingly pick up the fish or start sorting through the weasel’s belongings. \n\nWith a sigh, Elezareth decides it was appropriate to step in now. She wasn’t about to put any sort of effort into turning the victims back to normal, if this made more of the church come after her then she’d just have to set out one day and dismantle their entire organization. Turning them all into worms could be a fun night. But right while they’re distracted was the perfect time to …\n\nTeleport. Ploof!\n\nAppearing behind the two dumb fighters, she snapped her fingers toward the feral one on her left and almost managed a spell off on him, watching the body shift and distort until snapping back into its human shape. Then the other man wheeled on her and charged having only just now thought to draw his sword. \n\nElezareth snaps her fingers in his face, ignoring the shouts about honor and righteousness and smiting her villainy, blah-blah-blah, lets see how he likes being a mou- …\n\nUnfazed.\n\nThe spell only barely took hold before he effortlessly shrugged it off. It was no wonder the trap didn’t get him, this man’s sense of self had to be remarkable. \n\nFeral idiot got back into the action and decided scooping up a book was the best way to fight, holding his arm back as if about to throw it. While the knight in front of her shouted and swung the blade.\n\nAnd the blade glowed …\n\nEyes wide, Elezareth watched as it tore through the magical barrier around her, then watched it effortlessly slice away at the deflective shielding, and then felt the glowing sword swipe across her belly to leave a dangerous looking draw cut. Alarmed and in pain, Elezareth took a step back in fear. Her protective spells should have nullified any damage a normal man could do. A glance at the sword itself, non-descript and plain. It didn’t have a spark of magic in it.\n\n“Paladin …” she whispered, and the knight in front of her now had the chance to look smug. \n\nFeral dumbdumb tossed his book at her head, but Elezareth merely had to watch it bounce off the solid air in front of her and see how annoyed the wild one was. \n\nShe wasn’t going to stick around in this fight for any longer, a flick of her fingers, a fast incantation, and she teleported right out of sword range and back into her room so many tower floors up. A long gash through her shirt, now bleeding into her hands, she winced down at just how deep the cut was. Clean and strait, it went through her flesh like it was paper. \n\nThis was going to need stitches, even with healing magic. But first … \n\n“Let’s see how you fare against your own friends. Damned adventurers.” If attacking the feral one’s body wouldn’t work, attack the mind instead. Through her crystal ball she cast down a simple charm spell on him, easily overwhelming the wild one’s thoughts and implanting the idea to attack that paladin. It was always harder to cast from any sort of distance, but her skill against the wild one’s mind wasn’t any contest at all.\n\nShe didn’t stick around to watch how it went, instead stumbling over to her counter-top and pulling out drawers. One blood covered hand rooting through potions, while the other hand was busy trying to hold her blood in.\n\nThe two snakes were looking up at her now, Marry looking so insufferably pleased, while Sathos was oozing worry. Had to ignore them. Maybe get back at Marry some other time.\n\nHands grasping around a red bottle, biting the cork off and holding it up to her lips. She drank the powdered and liquidized remains of what had once been an obnoxious fairy, and felt the soothing magical healing well through her system. Instantly stabilizing the wound and cutting off the bleeding, yet unable to help with the huge gash across her dress and belly.\n\nNext she made sure to take a box of anti-bacterial moss and start to apply it into the wound, it’s soft colors still glowing in the surrounding twilight. It wasn’t magical, but it did kill any harmful diseases who might see this as an invitation. Inside a swamp, there were many such foul creepy things who nested bellow the skin if one let them.\n\nThe emergency out of the way, she was then quick to strip off her clothing. The already ruined dress slitting apart at the sides and falling down her shoulders, it was easier to scrap and replace than to try and repair it. How could she command respect when dealing with patchwork clothing? In nothing but her underwear she takes a seat onto a bed, pulls out a needle and thread from a nearby drawer, and then uses a flick of her hand to magically control the threads into sticking herself up.\n\nMarry was glaring daggers at the witch of course, which just means Elezareth gets to stick her tongue out again. Chest free and breasts swinging wildly, in the privacy of her own home the witch had little need to care for modesty. On the contrary, when one looks as gorgeous as she does it’s only right to flaunt it.\n\nClosing her eyes, Elezareth leaned back and tried not to wince at the sensation of being pricked over and over. Needle and thread tightening her skin, sealing the wound shut at a tenth of the time it would have taken her by hand. \n\nWhen she opened them she could see Sathos, slithering out of the cage and coming up to slide over her thighs. Clearly aiming to squiggle his way up the shoulders and wrap around her neck. \n\n“Aawww, did you miss me little slither-head?” turning her chin up and trying to look smug. She makes absolutely certain to shut the lid on Marry’s cage, then saunters over toward her crystal to see the results. \n\nWeasel cowering in one corner, trying to paw at a bag of wizardy supplies. The fool. Fish was flopping still, but only weakly. Had maybe half a minute of suffering before it’s life started to fade away. \n\nThe battle between two burly, muscle-bound hero types though? That wasn’t going as well as she’d planned. Her room was practically in tatters with a table flipped over and two of the legs ripped off, the wild-man was covered in twin gash cuts across his chest and his shoulder, looking as if one more hit would kill him outright and frothing wildly in a battle rage, swinging and flailing with no tactics but a lot of effort. The paladin meanwhile barely looked like he’s taken a scratch and wasn’t bleeding at all.\n\nIt took Elezareth a moment to note the dents in this man’s armor, now how each time the barbarian slammed a makeshift table leg into the shelves wood and books alike went exploding from the raw force of it, and that for all the pristine spotlessness this paladin showed off his movements were now a lot slower. Breathing hard, staggering backwards, taking defensive stances and trying to ward off oncoming blows.\n\nHe hadn’t just avoided everything this whole fight, he’d been healing himself to stay on his feet. And used quite a bit of energy to do so, though how much more he had left was always a tricky question.\n\nOn the other hand, the barbarian was still losing. Handily. Another swing there, a failed dodge here, he’d drop long before the armored knight does, in which case Elezareth would be stuck trying to shoo away someone who’s really hard to enchant, really hard to kill, and who can rend strait past any defenses she could muster no matter how potent. Such as the price of being classed as evil, after all.\n\nBetter to step in now than wait for one side to determine a winner. Better still, help the barbarian out a bit …\n\nYEeeeesss, just need a little … wait for it …\n\nThe paladin goes to swing, and gazing through her crystal she attempts to twist his fate at the moment of impact, jerking his body wildly. What had once probobly been a hard swing becomes a useless flailing, limply stumbling in place to keep his balance. Didn’t fall down, but … \n\nBarbarian swings, sword arm comes up to block the first strike, and then the second one was so wild it didn’t hit at all. \n\nThen came a surprise hit to the gut. Dropping almost to his knees, the paladin’s sword surges with divine energy and stabs right through the wild man’s belly. It looked as if the barbarian were stunned, and his movements faltered weakly even while trying to swing back. With a twirl of her wrist, Elezareth did something she normally avoids, casting a healing spell of her own down to the half naked wildling. Making sure to splurge life energy on a single big heal, sealing up all of his wounds in a single brilliant flash, bringing him from practically no health to entirely full.\n\n“Hah, you aren’t the only one who knows how to heal, asshole.” The witch taunts, wiggling her bare rump behind her and unable to resist the urge to stick her tongue out. Dealing with those annoying little pricks required a tiny bit of strategy to handle them safely, but so long as she stayed out of sword range she was fine.\n\nSpeaking of- … ooop!\n\nHe goes to swing again, Elezareth twists the very strands of fate around his life essence, and in a twirling fumble he falls to the ground. At which point his bestest adventure buddy in the whole world takes this opportunity to slam the butt of those wooden blocks down onto the knight’s helmet. The first was unyieldy and uncoordinated and would have just hit the floor, if not for Elezareth subtly guiding his blows with yet more expenditure of magic.\n\nShe was going to bleed herself dry if this kept up, but she had mana potions on her if she still needed to keep a distance. Hard slams smashing the man’s helmet into the floor. He starts getting up into a crouch, at which point the wild man takes a golfing swing at his face. Wide, heavily telegraphed, and brutally impactful when it smacks in. Poor knight was almost on his last legs now, wasn’t he. \n\nMore swings, blocks and misses and a hard slam that dents the knight’s chestpiece, but he was still up. For some reason still in this game. Elezareth was getting outright sick at just how much abuse these walking tanks could withstand. Knight stands back up and moves to swipe again, but this time Elezareth has a different plan.\n\nShe teleports down to the first floor, just in time to see the barbarian try to dodge, but end up smacking his face into a wall and falling to the floor in a heap. The gods really must have been looking out for this man. Worse still, showing up in just her underpants didn’t deter or distract him in any way, because of course it didn’t. \n\nWhat did happen, was as he staggers over into the witch’s direction, she forms a small bundle of lightning in her palms and hurls it his way. Let’s see that metal armor choke on real magic! Hit, zap, and then a clanking thud. The smell of burning flesh and scarred leather, the heated ozone as even his armor started to feel strange. He wasn’t even dead from that bolt of otherwise lethal electricity, and the only reason he wasn’t getting back up is because he’s already spent most of his healing.\n\nShe had to assume most, because there was still a faint glow from his hands.\n\n“Nooope. No you don’t.” she flicks her fingers again, now trying to turn that beaten knight into a tiny rodent, feeling as even now he only barely manages to resist.\n\nThe glow of his hands, bringing just a bit more life into him. Terrifyingly, he was already getting up on his knees. Another wrist snap. The naked witch all but praying for … praying to all the elder horrors for just a little more …\n\nPoof.\n\nAnd just like that, his armor was now an empty husk of clothes and chains and metal flopping limp onto the floor. She could still hear wild, frantic squeaks that she’d have to chase down once she’s a bit more rested. Wait, no.\n\nA glance to the floor, there was still a fish there. The wizard was now pawing at a spellbook and trying his best to read from it, being completely useless as one might expect. And that barbarian? At full health? Who’s likely just worked himself up into a rage? Yeah the simple charm was going to wear off in less than a minute, so her top priority was getting him permanently dealt with.\n\nTurning him into some vermin wouldn’t work at all, not with how stable his body was. But maybe …\n\nAt less than a quarter of her mana, Elezareth steps up toward the staggered barbarian, raged and looking for a fight. She whispers. “Calm, just calm yourself. Look into my eyes.”\n\nBeing the only one in the room, but also a gorgeous nude body and with a magical grip on his very thoughts, his anger deflated all but instantly. He dropped the ruined clubs he’s stolen from the witch’s furniture, gazes up to try and take in her glory. \n\nWithout hesitation she places a hand on his forehead, and starts working up even more of her dwindling mana pool into taking over his mind. Not as a quick, instantaneous temporary measure. But a complete, dominating permanent measure. Total mastery over his loyalty and thoughts, that would never fade unless someone managed to strip away her curse. \n\nAnnoyingly, he resists at first. Struggling to shake his mind free, mumbling out something akin to the words “This feels wrong” before she simply redoubles her efforts. An entire minute of conversation, in which she’s left to ignore the scampering of paws on armor, the scratches of a weasel trying to squiggle out of a closed doorway, and the weakening flops of a fish as it gasps it’s last few breaths.\n\nLatching on, her magic grabbing hold of the wild man’s very soul, and binding his will to her desire. \n\nIt was done. And she now had an utterly dominated slave for all eternity.\n\nShe laughed.\n\nShe just had to laugh, a head swaying, gleefull cackle that marked her for the witch she was, grinning from ear to ear at just how much she’s gained from this. Even if it didn’t quite go according to plan, there was a spellbook, a slave, armor and weapons, alongside whatever holy relics she could scrounge up. Useful ingredients indeed. \n\nBut holy items turned her thoughts back to the priest, fishy eyes gazing up and an open mouth blubbing in silence. Elezareth licks her lips. \n\n“Alright handsome, from now on … your name is Mimi.” She says to the barbarian in a boastful decree. \n\n“Yes mistress.” He answers back dumbly, before his body starts to shift. The witch using even more energy, draining herself dry, to shift his skin, change the shape of his shoulders and hips, start to mold his body at her very touch. It was only moments for ‘him’ to become a ‘her’ and the wild one’s body to no longer quite resemble a human. \n\nPointed triangle ears, a long swishy tail behind her back, bare chest swaying with wobbly tits. The pants only barely fit, but did at least stay on.\n\nShe now had an adorably strong catgirl, and she already had plans for what this beast kin would do for her. First thing’s first. \n\n“Now Mimi, you see that fish on the ground here?”\n\n“Yes Mistress.” \n\n“I want you, to … eat that fish! And have fun doing it, really enjoy yourself, make sure to swallow it whole and give it lots of water.” \n\n“Yes! Okay, that sounds really fun.” The savage grins from ear to ear, instantly becoming a bubbly personality. Dropping onto all fours with ‘her’ rump in the air, the catgirl snatches up a fish into her jaws and wastes no time swallowing it down. Elezareth could almost taste the surprise and horror on that weasel wizard’s face, too stunned to even try escaping after this. \n\nBut the witch could still feel it, know that deep inside the savage one’s belly was a desperate, terrified fish who was doing everything he could to pray to his gods. They’d never answer him though, Elezareth took note to make sure that the little fishy soul went into the wildlife around her home, or was added directly to that brand new pet catgirl herself. \n\nLooks like war with an entire temple it is then, no getting around that now. \n\n“Goooood Mimi, yeeesss. Very good Mimi~” \n\n“Mwrow!” The freshly turned woman answered with a purr, falling onto her side and trying to expose her tummy for rubs. The witch was exhausted, so early in the morning to be casting so many things back to back, and still had more targets to deal with.\n\n“As for you, I don’t think a dunderhead of your caliber is fit to end up inside Mimi’s litterbox.” Holding out her hand in the weasel’s direction, the faint glow of energy and that wizard turned animal was levitated off the ground. Floated toward her in a poof of fluff, kicking in midair and making little angry noises. \n\n“Wonder if your fur is soft enough to make something out of. Could always turn you into some nice warm underwear.” She murmers, the witch thinking things over. \n\nRiiiiiight up until she looks around for her final victim, and notices she can’t hear the squeaks. Or the scampering. A frown, she’d strain with a bit more mana to just sense life in the area, looking at the spectral aura of everything around her. The weasel, the catgirl hiding a barbarian’s soul, the fish still inside her, alive and screaming. Flies nearby, some worms in the ground outside. There was a rust devourer bellow ground, examining her cellar cages for fresh victims. \n\nBut not a single mouse …\n\n“Uuuugggh, you have GOT to be kidding me! Oh come on, how in the nine hells did you escape you little bastard!” dragging that weasel through the air, turning over books and kicking through rubble. The closest she saw to a sign of him was … a tiny hole in the walls. Fresh, and splintered, as something had torn through a weak part in the board.\n\nBecause of course he did, and now there was a mouse with paladin abilities crawling around her woods somewhere. With luck it would get eaten by some wild snake or a hungry owl, maybe even some of the foxes that prowl around. Knowing how divine assholes and karma tend to work, he’d just encounter some fey or a friendly kitsune that offer to help him in exchange for some deal.\n\nMaybe it’d be fey that were allied with Elezareth? But she couldn’t count on that, likewise she could never be one hundred percent certain that the fey would actually be useful and finish the rodent off. Even wild animals might not be enough given he’d well retain his intelligence for days at least, assuming it ever did falter. There had to be some way she could make sure he ended up in the belly of some predator.\n\nLike a cat, maybe?\n\nLooking over to ‘Mimi’ the witch grins, putting her hands on her hips, making sure not to touch her brand new scar, and calling out in gentle tones. \n\n“Oh Mimi, I have a special task for you. Go out into the woods, harass any armed travelers you see and steal their weapons away. And devour every bird, mouse, newt, and worm you come across.” She didn’t bother waiting for confirmation of her orders, they were magically infused into a slave with no ability to resist. The catgirl just mrowls, flipping over onto four legs and then crawling out. Bare skin in most parts, with fluffy paws only on her arms and toes, leaping and crawling like some wild animal. \n\nThe annoyance was that she didn’t really use the doorknob, just smashed her way through splintered wood, leaving a wreck of a handle and a door barely hanging from it’s frame.\n\nWith a sigh, Elezareth realizes that maybe it would be better to just keep Mimi outside as a guardian, some monster to distract and disrupt anyone who might bother her home. As opposed to dealing with whatever new headaches she could cause trying to get used to life in a witch’s home. Rolling her eyes, knowing she’ll get to cleaning all this up later, with the last ounce of her mana and a faint bit of her life force, she teleports herself and the weasel right up to that top floor.\n\nUtterly exhausted to the point she just wants to fall down and rest for an hour, she had no patience to deal with tormenting the idiocy of her newest victim. His soul would nourish the swamps no matter what he did from here, though she wasn’t going to work for any sort of entertainment.\n\nLifting the lid up off her pet’s cage, keeping the weasel restrained with her magic, Marry had now laid a few more eggs and was hissing up eagerly. Wrong choice girly, for no sooner than she’d done so the weasel wizard’s face was rammed down her throat, pushing past curved and retractable fangs. Making Mary wish she could gag as an entire skull is shoved into the throat itself, leaving her lips stretched over compressible little squishy shoulders twice as wide as the snake’s whole body.\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "

Elezareth yawned into wakefulness on a pleasant evening, having slept through the daylight hours and now making sure to rise as the stars were just coming out. The dusk sky awash with brilliant orange and dazzling yellow, cut through with lines of dark blue and welling black. Rolling out of bed wearing nothing but her night gown, the witch sauntered over to an open window.

The lush green of a swamp still teaming with life, the placid water surface that in some places was clear enough to see a muddy shore, while in other places looked so colorful the moss had to have been in competition with the trees all around. Tall willows and sweeping shrubs, no clear path to walk through and no other buildings in sight for miles around.

Secluded, safe, utterly enveloped by life energy and rare biological ingredients at every corner. This was the perfect home for a witch’s tower, giving her the quiet of privacy mixed with close ties to both mystical energies and more mundane secrets to be unlocked. One always had to worry about the occasional mix of magical creatures and daring adventurers.

But a creature made of magic was a valuable resource to be extracted if they became troublesome, or a potent ally if they could be cowed. The Fey always did serve as this strange mix of both, between the fairy ‘heroes’ coming to vanquish evil, who went well into a hearty soup or could be made into an exquisite potion, and the villages of peaceful fairies who would gladly pay some service and fealty or a monthly stipend. Just so long as they were under the protection of a witch.

Such arrogant little buzz butts, so convinced of their superiority to all things mortal. And yet when a human learns magic of a greater caliber, they can’t handle the reality. They refuse to believe she’s still  human.

“Hrmph.” Elezareth nods to herself within the cozy little room, resting on the seventh floor of a ten story building. Wizards aren’t the only people who can lay claim to an impressive tower. Snatching up her wide brimmed hat, picking out her favorite dress to slip on, and opening the window to let chilled dusk air into what might otherwise be a stuffy room, her thoughts turn to her new pet.

Elezareth might still be a human, but not everyone here could make that claim.

Sitting inside a dusty, glass cage was Marry. A delightful little female snake who has had over a week to come to terms with her new life, yet still holds some silly grudge about old dreams. She was a snake now, and given the potency of the curse placed on her she was going to remain a snake for far longer than just the end of her days.

But then she noticed her other snake wasn’t near his heating rock like he normally was.

“Alright Sathos, just where have you disappeared to …” she planted her palms on her hips and strutted through the tower, looking down the stairs at first and then toward the nearest window.

It would have been a simple matter to search for him with magic, but then it would also have been a waste. He was her familiar, and shouldn’t be running off very far to begin with. After all if something happens to that wonderful little pain in the crotch, she’d loose a large portion of her magical power.

Not the knowledge of course, and alchemy does most of its work without requiring any power from the user, but Sathos was important for a number of reasons.

She peaks under her bed. The witch walks down a few more flights of stairs calling out her familiar’s name. She looks through the kitchen, and in the storeroom, and even through her laboratory, yet doesn’t spot a single hiss or slither anywhere about.

He might have had a foul experience with one of the potions perhaps? No, Sathos was too smart to go playing around with them in his sleep. Maybe he spotted an intruder?

But then why not just wake her up. Or better yet, let the wards and traps deal with it?

Grumbling to herself Elezareth stomps back to her bedroom in a foul mood, deciding that if something has gone wrong then it’s best to break out the scrying crystals and try to find him quickly.

What she saw instead were two hissing snakes inside a glass cage, and couldn’t help but feel even more annoyed …

“Now where were you hiding …” she grumbles, a pouting frown on her lips even as she leans down to inspect Marry and her master.

‘I didn’t want to missss the eggssss’ her familiar answered in thought. The tongue lashing and the slight hiss was a verbal response, but the soul connection she held with the source of her magic gave her an insight into his mind. It didn’t quite extend to every other source of life, she couldn’t understand Marry if she didn’t put effort into doing so. Given the new prisoner would still be begging or cursing the witches’ name, this was probably a good thing.

“Eggs? What do you mea- … OH!” Now Elezareth was excited, putting her face against the glass and giggling down at the two snakes within. A single heating rock, a bit of rough sand, and a dried log to scrape her scales against.

She wasn’t entirely sure how Sathos got inside while she was sleeping, but suspected magic was involved somehow. Marry was a present to him for being such a good boy, his own fucktoy to play around with whenever he wanted to make up for the fact he can’t slither about during mating seasons while still so thoroughly attached to the witch. He should have some easy way inside the cage after all.

Marry responded to this by hissing, jaws open and venomous fangs on full display. Elezareth just sticks her tongue out and starts making silly faces at her.

“I didn’t think it would come this soon, it hasn’t even been a month since she last ate them all.” The witch muses to herself, watching the female serpent writhe in increased pain.

Her tail lashing back and forth, the snake inside just released a low whine while making halfhearted attempts to hide herself from the scrutiny of Elezareth’s gaze.

“Oh don’t be like that.” The witch mused, taking a guess at what Marry might have been saying. “You very much did kill everyone with that cute little belly of yours. This is just what I’m doing to their afterlife~”

The female snake looked as if she was about to strike, even if that meant bashing her face against the glass. But Sathos didn’t even have to try and restrain her, for the impossible sensations coming through her cloacae were enough to stop her resistance outright.

Sliiiiiide. Stretch. Plop.

A single, rounded snake egg with speckled dots eased from Marry’s back end and rolled into the sand. Within moments the next one started to force its way through, leading the serpent to arch her head back and hiss toward the sky.

“I wonder which one this is.” Elezareth questions, standing up strait and peering down from the top of the cage now. Making certain to flaunt her dominance, to show just how much bigger she was, how all encompassing her form could be.

“That cleric maybe? Oh won’t a holy man be so furious to discover his god holds no claim on his little soul. And never will, of course. The gods only deal with humans.” She coos so sweetly, unable to restrain a girlish giggle. “And that’s something you won’t be, ever again. Isn’t that right little snake snacks~”

Sashos shared the sentiment, making sure to send his own amusement as he slithers across Marry’s head. Taunting her with the fact he’s stronger and more skilled than she, and letting his weight smother down her jaws to prevent any more defiant hissing.

Out came another egg. And another one. Stretching the skin taut to the point one could see the gaping hole left behind, see the next egg preparing to ease out. They plopped into a neat little pile that stilled looked oily slick and rubbery smooth. It wasn’t possible to see through the flexible shell from her current angle, but the witch wasn’t going to put much effort into counting the eggs before they hatched. She’d see them at some point or another.

“Daawww, if I had known popping out all those kids would be so painful for you, I’ve have gathered up a few more souls for you to melt away.” The witch states, her words matter-of-fact rather than taunting.

But then she spots a soft glow out of the corner of her eye. She hears the chime of an alarm, and can feel a presence of magic forcing her to be more alert. Three different types of perimeter surveillance all activating at once.

“Uuugghh, back in a minute.” Elezareth moans, throwing her head back while her knee’s droop. “Stupid, grimy, annoying, blegh.”

She had to leave Sathos to fiddle with the prisoner while she walks over to her crystal ball to check what’s happening. All of the alarms triggered, which means this intruder was so incompetent they didn’t even try to hide their entry. Nothing in the way of invisibility or non-detection, even the simple magical alarms that were among the most common mainstay for wizards trying to protect themselves remained functional.

Whoever these people were, they couldn’t be especially competent or knowledgeable.

A beast maybe? She couldn’t think of any besides lesser dragons who might actually brave getting close to the tower.

Thoroughly annoyed, Elezareth peers into the crystal while casting minor spells to change or solidify the image. Checking first the lower floors outside her home to see the vines have been trampled, someone has built a bridge of freshly summoned stone from one lump of grassy mud to the front door, and that someone had stolen a few things from her herb garden.

A frown.

She switches the scrying location and into the first floor, a room designed to look like a library with a single stairway going up. The entire thing was a trap of course, with runes on the rugs, spells built into every one of the books, and every single potion set out next to a tacky looking cauldron did something dangerous and unpleasant to whoever drinks them.

The stairway didn’t actually go up, you needed to activate the teleport room for that, but it did have the stairs fold away and convert into a slide leading people down into the lower dungeons. Plenty of monsters, dark cells, anti-magic crystal placed in the center, it was built to keep people detained long enough for some big swamp beastie to figure out they taste good.

What she saw here were four adventurers.

Well, they might have been pimps, but anyone who looks like they ran through the streets naked and put on the first bit of stolen clothing they could snatch off someone’s else’s line was pretty likely to be an adventurer. Rarely do they manage to get a matching set of anything, and the eclectic designs of magical items resulted in a cluttered, jumbled look.

If your whole job description is to fight people like Elezareth, you care far more about the power and utility than you do about minor aesthetics.

The witch mused over how best to deal with them. Typical looking group, one seemed to be in full armor while another was crawling on all fours and didn’t wear a shirt. Third one dressed in obviously enchanted robes while carrying a book around. One of Elezareths? He was reading it and nothing bad seemed to happen, so probably not. While the fourth was in cheap armor and carrying decorated tunics announcing his devout worship to some god of the sun or another …

“So thaaaat’s what you’re here for.” The witch muttered to herself, annoyed at the realization that if a major church thought she was a big enough threat, she might have to pack up her tower and teleport it somewhere else. Always a hassle. She did have stolen artifacts which meant she’d probably go down in history as ‘that one dungeon’ where the ancient whatever of the blah-blah people was last sighted.

But having stolen the soul of a high priest and forever cut him off from the connection to his god probably did more to anger that deity outright than anything physical she might have stolen. And with a god annoyed at you, it’s unlikely they will ever forget.

“How to deal with this.” She said aloud, leaning back from the crystal and thinking over her options. The most obvious way was to simply cast a few spells and enjoy having a few more toys, but the items they wield might do all sorts of nasty things. And adventurers by their very nature can have surprises for the unwary.

If they knew anything about her and came in prepared, it could be a dangerous fight. Maybe.

That cleric though, if he didn’t return then the church would probably just send another. And another. And then another still. Would handing the artifact over in exchange for a promise that they never attack her again be the best way to handle things? She didn’t have the slightest respect for people who had to beg and plead for their sliver of power, but if this was someone low enough ranking who could make the pledge, and then bind the rest of that church to this agreement …

They won’t follow it of course. For all the moralizing anyone does, the practicalities still come into play, and their god will be so angry attacks will just step up. But it would give Elezareth the moral high ground when they break the deal first. All she needs is for that cleric to …

AAaaaaand then the damned wizard opened a book.

Elezareth slaps a palm to her face at how easily the group was wiped out. A burst of light the moment those pages open, and all too suddenly the wizard was a fluffy little weasel flopped to the ground, and the cleric was a fish gasping for air.

The knight in armor and the wild person seemed stunned, but not affected. Clearly of strong enough body to resist the enchantment, at least for a little while, but being without magic they didn’t have any means to reverse the effects. The most they could do was confusingly pick up the fish or start sorting through the weasel’s belongings.

With a sigh, Elezareth decides it was appropriate to step in now. She wasn’t about to put any sort of effort into turning the victims back to normal, if this made more of the church come after her then she’d just have to set out one day and dismantle their entire organization. Turning them all into worms could be a fun night. But right while they’re distracted was the perfect time to …

Teleport. Ploof!

Appearing behind the two dumb fighters, she snapped her fingers toward the feral one on her left and almost managed a spell off on him, watching the body shift and distort until snapping back into its human shape. Then the other man wheeled on her and charged having only just now thought to draw his sword.

Elezareth snaps her fingers in his face, ignoring the shouts about honor and righteousness and smiting her villainy, blah-blah-blah, lets see how he likes being a mou- …

Unfazed.

The spell only barely took hold before he effortlessly shrugged it off. It was no wonder the trap didn’t get him, this man’s sense of self had to be remarkable.

Feral idiot got back into the action and decided scooping up a book was the best way to fight, holding his arm back as if about to throw it. While the knight in front of her shouted and swung the blade.

And the blade glowed …

Eyes wide, Elezareth watched as it tore through the magical barrier around her, then watched it effortlessly slice away at the deflective shielding, and then felt the glowing sword swipe across her belly to leave a dangerous looking draw cut. Alarmed and in pain, Elezareth took a step back in fear. Her protective spells should have nullified any damage a normal man could do. A glance at the sword itself, non-descript and plain. It didn’t have a spark of magic in it.

“Paladin …” she whispered, and the knight in front of her now had the chance to look smug.

Feral dumbdumb tossed his book at her head, but Elezareth merely had to watch it bounce off the solid air in front of her and see how annoyed the wild one was.

She wasn’t going to stick around in this fight for any longer, a flick of her fingers, a fast incantation, and she teleported right out of sword range and back into her room so many tower floors up. A long gash through her shirt, now bleeding into her hands, she winced down at just how deep the cut was. Clean and strait, it went through her flesh like it was paper.

This was going to need stitches, even with healing magic. But first …

“Let’s see how you fare against your own friends. Damned adventurers.” If attacking the feral one’s body wouldn’t work, attack the mind instead. Through her crystal ball she cast down a simple charm spell on him, easily overwhelming the wild one’s thoughts and implanting the idea to attack that paladin. It was always harder to cast from any sort of distance, but her skill against the wild one’s mind wasn’t any contest at all.

She didn’t stick around to watch how it went, instead stumbling over to her counter-top and pulling out drawers. One blood covered hand rooting through potions, while the other hand was busy trying to hold her blood in.

The two snakes were looking up at her now, Marry looking so insufferably pleased, while Sathos was oozing worry. Had to ignore them. Maybe get back at Marry some other time.

Hands grasping around a red bottle, biting the cork off and holding it up to her lips. She drank the powdered and liquidized remains of what had once been an obnoxious fairy, and felt the soothing magical healing well through her system. Instantly stabilizing the wound and cutting off the bleeding, yet unable to help with the huge gash across her dress and belly.

Next she made sure to take a box of anti-bacterial moss and start to apply it into the wound, it’s soft colors still glowing in the surrounding twilight. It wasn’t magical, but it did kill any harmful diseases who might see this as an invitation. Inside a swamp, there were many such foul creepy things who nested bellow the skin if one let them.

The emergency out of the way, she was then quick to strip off her clothing. The already ruined dress slitting apart at the sides and falling down her shoulders, it was easier to scrap and replace than to try and repair it. How could she command respect when dealing with patchwork clothing? In nothing but her underwear she takes a seat onto a bed, pulls out a needle and thread from a nearby drawer, and then uses a flick of her hand to magically control the threads into sticking herself up.

Marry was glaring daggers at the witch of course, which just means Elezareth gets to stick her tongue out again. Chest free and breasts swinging wildly, in the privacy of her own home the witch had little need to care for modesty. On the contrary, when one looks as gorgeous as she does it’s only right to flaunt it.

Closing her eyes, Elezareth leaned back and tried not to wince at the sensation of being pricked over and over. Needle and thread tightening her skin, sealing the wound shut at a tenth of the time it would have taken her by hand.

When she opened them she could see Sathos, slithering out of the cage and coming up to slide over her thighs. Clearly aiming to squiggle his way up the shoulders and wrap around her neck.

“Aawww, did you miss me little slither-head?” turning her chin up and trying to look smug. She makes absolutely certain to shut the lid on Marry’s cage, then saunters over toward her crystal to see the results.

Weasel cowering in one corner, trying to paw at a bag of wizardy supplies. The fool. Fish was flopping still, but only weakly. Had maybe half a minute of suffering before it’s life started to fade away.

The battle between two burly, muscle-bound hero types though? That wasn’t going as well as she’d planned. Her room was practically in tatters with a table flipped over and two of the legs ripped off, the wild-man was covered in twin gash cuts across his chest and his shoulder, looking as if one more hit would kill him outright and frothing wildly in a battle rage, swinging and flailing with no tactics but a lot of effort. The paladin meanwhile barely looked like he’s taken a scratch and wasn’t bleeding at all.

It took Elezareth a moment to note the dents in this man’s armor, now how each time the barbarian slammed a makeshift table leg into the shelves wood and books alike went exploding from the raw force of it, and that for all the pristine spotlessness this paladin showed off his movements were now a lot slower. Breathing hard, staggering backwards, taking defensive stances and trying to ward off oncoming blows.

He hadn’t just avoided everything this whole fight, he’d been healing himself to stay on his feet. And used quite a bit of energy to do so, though how much more he had left was always a tricky question.

On the other hand, the barbarian was still losing. Handily. Another swing there, a failed dodge here, he’d drop long before the armored knight does, in which case Elezareth would be stuck trying to shoo away someone who’s really hard to enchant, really hard to kill, and who can rend strait past any defenses she could muster no matter how potent. Such as the price of being classed as evil, after all.

Better to step in now than wait for one side to determine a winner. Better still, help the barbarian out a bit …

YEeeeesss, just need a little … wait for it …

The paladin goes to swing, and gazing through her crystal she attempts to twist his fate at the moment of impact, jerking his body wildly. What had once probobly been a hard swing becomes a useless flailing, limply stumbling in place to keep his balance. Didn’t fall down, but …

Barbarian swings, sword arm comes up to block the first strike, and then the second one was so wild it didn’t hit at all.

Then came a surprise hit to the gut. Dropping almost to his knees, the paladin’s sword surges with divine energy and stabs right through the wild man’s belly. It looked as if the barbarian were stunned, and his movements faltered weakly even while trying to swing back. With a twirl of her wrist, Elezareth did something she normally avoids, casting a healing spell of her own down to the half naked wildling. Making sure to splurge life energy on a single big heal, sealing up all of his wounds in a single brilliant flash, bringing him from practically no health to entirely full.

“Hah, you aren’t the only one who knows how to heal, asshole.” The witch taunts, wiggling her bare rump behind her and unable to resist the urge to stick her tongue out. Dealing with those annoying little pricks required a tiny bit of strategy to handle them safely, but so long as she stayed out of sword range she was fine.

Speaking of- … ooop!

He goes to swing again, Elezareth twists the very strands of fate around his life essence, and in a twirling fumble he falls to the ground. At which point his bestest adventure buddy in the whole world takes this opportunity to slam the butt of those wooden blocks down onto the knight’s helmet. The first was unyieldy and uncoordinated and would have just hit the floor, if not for Elezareth subtly guiding his blows with yet more expenditure of magic.

She was going to bleed herself dry if this kept up, but she had mana potions on her if she still needed to keep a distance. Hard slams smashing the man’s helmet into the floor. He starts getting up into a crouch, at which point the wild man takes a golfing swing at his face. Wide, heavily telegraphed, and brutally impactful when it smacks in. Poor knight was almost on his last legs now, wasn’t he.

More swings, blocks and misses and a hard slam that dents the knight’s chestpiece, but he was still up. For some reason still in this game. Elezareth was getting outright sick at just how much abuse these walking tanks could withstand. Knight stands back up and moves to swipe again, but this time Elezareth has a different plan.

She teleports down to the first floor, just in time to see the barbarian try to dodge, but end up smacking his face into a wall and falling to the floor in a heap. The gods really must have been looking out for this man. Worse still, showing up in just her underpants didn’t deter or distract him in any way, because of course it didn’t.

What did happen, was as he staggers over into the witch’s direction, she forms a small bundle of lightning in her palms and hurls it his way. Let’s see that metal armor choke on real magic!  Hit, zap, and then a clanking thud. The smell of burning flesh and scarred leather, the heated ozone as even his armor started to feel strange. He wasn’t even dead from that bolt of otherwise lethal electricity, and the only reason he wasn’t getting back up is because he’s already spent most of his healing.

She had to assume most, because there was still a faint glow from his hands.

“Nooope. No you don’t.” she flicks her fingers again, now trying to turn that beaten knight into a tiny rodent, feeling as even now he only barely manages to resist.

The glow of his hands, bringing just a bit more life into him. Terrifyingly, he was already getting up on his knees. Another wrist snap. The naked witch all but praying for … praying to all the elder horrors for just a little more …

Poof.

And just like that, his armor was now an empty husk of clothes and chains and metal flopping limp onto the floor. She could still hear wild, frantic squeaks that she’d have to chase down once she’s a bit more rested. Wait, no.

A glance to the floor, there was still a fish there. The wizard was now pawing at a spellbook and trying his best to read from it, being completely useless as one might expect. And that barbarian? At full health? Who’s likely just worked himself up into a rage? Yeah the simple charm was going to wear off in less than a minute, so her top priority was getting him permanently dealt with.

Turning him into some vermin wouldn’t work at all, not with how stable his body was. But maybe …

At less than a quarter of her mana, Elezareth steps up toward the staggered barbarian, raged and looking for a fight. She whispers. “Calm, just calm yourself. Look into my eyes.”

Being the only one in the room, but also a gorgeous nude body and with a magical grip on his very thoughts, his anger deflated all but instantly. He dropped the ruined clubs he’s stolen from the witch’s furniture, gazes up to try and take in her glory.

Without hesitation she places  a hand on his forehead, and starts working up even more of her dwindling mana pool into taking over his mind. Not as a quick, instantaneous temporary measure. But a complete, dominating permanent measure. Total mastery over his loyalty and thoughts, that would never fade unless someone managed to strip away her curse.

Annoyingly, he resists at first. Struggling to shake his mind free, mumbling out something akin to the words “This feels wrong” before she simply redoubles her efforts. An entire minute of conversation, in which she’s left to ignore the scampering of paws on armor, the scratches of a weasel trying to squiggle out of a closed doorway, and the weakening flops of a fish as it gasps it’s last few breaths.

Latching on, her magic grabbing hold of the wild man’s very soul, and binding his will to her desire.

It was done. And she now had an utterly dominated slave for all eternity.

She laughed.

She just had to laugh, a head swaying, gleefull cackle that marked her for the witch she was, grinning from ear to ear at just how much she’s gained from this. Even if it didn’t quite go according to plan, there was a spellbook, a slave, armor and weapons, alongside whatever holy relics she could scrounge up. Useful ingredients indeed.

But holy items turned her thoughts back to the priest, fishy eyes gazing up and an open mouth blubbing in silence. Elezareth licks her lips.

“Alright handsome, from now on … your name is Mimi.” She says to the barbarian in a boastful decree.

“Yes mistress.” He answers back dumbly, before his body starts to shift. The witch using even more energy, draining herself dry, to shift his skin, change the shape of his shoulders and hips, start to mold his body at her very touch. It was only moments for ‘him’ to become a ‘her’ and the wild one’s body to no longer quite resemble a human.

Pointed triangle ears, a long swishy tail behind her back, bare chest swaying with wobbly tits. The pants only barely fit, but did at least stay on.

She now had an adorably strong catgirl, and she already had plans for what this beast kin would do for her. First thing’s first.

“Now Mimi, you see that fish on the ground here?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“I want you, to … eat that fish! And have fun doing it, really enjoy yourself, make sure to swallow it whole and give it lots of water.”

“Yes! Okay, that sounds really fun.” The savage grins from ear to ear, instantly becoming a bubbly personality. Dropping onto all fours with ‘her’ rump in the air, the catgirl snatches up a fish into her jaws and wastes no time swallowing it down. Elezareth could almost taste the surprise and horror on that weasel wizard’s face, too stunned to even try escaping after this.

But the witch could still feel it, know that deep inside the savage one’s belly was a desperate, terrified fish who was doing everything he could to pray to his gods. They’d never answer him though, Elezareth took note to make sure that the little fishy soul went into the wildlife around her home, or was added directly to that brand new pet catgirl herself.

Looks like war with an entire temple it is then, no getting around that now.

“Goooood Mimi, yeeesss. Very good Mimi~”

“Mwrow!” The freshly turned woman answered with a purr, falling onto her side and trying to expose her tummy for rubs. The witch was exhausted, so early in the morning to be casting so many things back to back, and still had more targets to deal with.

“As for you, I don’t think a dunderhead of your caliber is fit to end up inside Mimi’s litterbox.” Holding out her hand in the weasel’s direction, the faint glow of energy and that wizard turned animal was levitated off the ground. Floated toward her in a poof of fluff, kicking in midair and making little angry noises.

“Wonder if your fur is soft enough to make something out of. Could always turn you into some nice warm underwear.” She murmers, the witch thinking things over.

Riiiiiight up until she looks around for her final victim, and notices she can’t hear the squeaks. Or the scampering. A frown, she’d strain with a bit more mana to just sense life in the area, looking at the spectral aura of everything around her. The weasel, the catgirl hiding a barbarian’s soul, the fish still inside her, alive and screaming. Flies nearby, some worms in the ground outside. There was a rust devourer bellow ground, examining her cellar cages for fresh victims.

But not a single mouse …

“Uuuugggh, you have GOT to be kidding me! Oh come on, how in the nine hells did you escape you little bastard!” dragging that weasel through the air, turning over books and kicking through rubble. The closest she saw to a sign of him was … a tiny hole in the walls. Fresh, and splintered, as something had torn through a weak part in the board.

Because of course he did, and now there was a mouse with paladin abilities crawling around her woods somewhere. With luck it would get eaten by some wild snake or a hungry owl, maybe even some of the foxes that prowl around. Knowing how divine assholes and karma tend to work, he’d just encounter some fey or a friendly kitsune that offer to help him in exchange for some deal.

Maybe it’d be fey that were allied with Elezareth? But she couldn’t count on that, likewise she could never be one hundred percent certain that the fey would actually be useful and finish the rodent off. Even wild animals might not be enough given he’d well retain his intelligence for days at least, assuming it ever did falter. There had to be some way she could make sure he ended up in the belly of some predator.

Like a cat, maybe?

Looking over to ‘Mimi’ the witch grins, putting her hands on her hips, making sure not to touch her brand new scar, and calling out in gentle tones.

“Oh Mimi, I have a special task for you. Go out into the woods, harass any armed travelers you see and steal their weapons away. And devour every bird, mouse, newt, and worm you come across.” She didn’t bother waiting for confirmation of her orders, they were magically infused into a slave with no ability to resist. The catgirl just mrowls, flipping over onto four legs and then crawling out. Bare skin in most parts, with fluffy paws only on her arms and toes, leaping and crawling like some wild animal.

The annoyance was that she didn’t really use the doorknob, just smashed her way through splintered wood, leaving a wreck of a handle and a door barely hanging from it’s frame.

With a sigh, Elezareth realizes that maybe it would be better to just keep Mimi outside as a guardian, some monster to distract and disrupt anyone who might bother her home. As opposed to dealing with whatever new headaches she could cause trying to get used to life in a witch’s home. Rolling her eyes, knowing she’ll get to cleaning all this up later, with the last ounce of her mana and a faint bit of her life force, she teleports herself and the weasel right up to that top floor.

Utterly exhausted to the point she just wants to fall down and rest for an hour, she had no patience to deal with tormenting the idiocy of her newest victim. His soul would nourish the swamps no matter what he did from here, though she wasn’t going to work for any sort of entertainment.

Lifting the lid up off her pet’s cage, keeping the weasel restrained with her magic, Marry had now laid a few more eggs and was hissing up eagerly. Wrong choice girly, for no sooner than she’d done so the weasel wizard’s face was rammed down her throat, pushing past curved and retractable fangs. Making Mary wish she could gag as an entire skull is shoved into the throat itself, leaving her lips stretched over compressible little squishy shoulders twice as wide as the snake’s whole body.


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