Lucy Silvet Sensual

(A story about a young witch living on the west coast and the weird sexuality of her and the world she inhabits.)

One: Perception

5:30 A.M
Lucy found herself awake and clueless. Her sleep was dreamless and her room showed no sign of disturbance. Why was she up? She usually adored it, the void of early morning. Not a light remained in the house and the air was filled with that silent hum. Lucy rolled over, feeling the red blanket join in the motion, and grabbed her phone from the dresser. 5:30 without a doubt. She groaned and tossed it to the side without care and of course, that slight was met back. Her phone bounced off the bed and feeling it in the mattress, Lucy leapt forward to rescue it from its predictable fate but this wasn’t her typical 5:30 experience. The light of phone vanished into the void between the bed and the dresser. She kicked the sheet off and groaned, covering her eyes with her arm, feeling the thin cotton make of her purple buttoned pajamas rest over her eyes.
“Whatever. Magic will do it.”

She furrowed her brow and focused on the assumed location of the phone.  A few calming breaths to clear the irritation and she felt confident to change the flow of magic from her chest to her arm. It was a cool sensation, as if her blood had been replaced by water, and it was enough to shake off the last of the sandman’s dust. Lucy felt the spark as it came into contact with her rest but she held her hand firm, resisting the trembling. She held back a chuckle. This was for a phone but she felt like a true witch in this moment. The flows, the spark, the serenity, the focus tightening on her eyes, this was the state of pure magic. The spell formed in her palm and rode to the tip of her finger, which danced in swirls, ready to stab through all perception and pinpoint the phone.

“Levah ri-“
*BRRRRRIIIIIIIING*

“Oh!” she yelped out as the phone went into epilepsy against the wooden side of the dresser, rattling as it screamed into the air. Lucy scrambled to get it before it woke up Adelaide but the spell had reached the tip of her finger. As she readied to squeeze her slim arm into the space next to her bed she found her vision going red and then dark. The spell reached the blanket, pulling it from beneath her and into her face.  The phone screamed again and she ripped the blanket off of her. She shoved the dresser out of the way and grabbed the device, jabbing her password in before turning the sound off completely. Her green eyes scanned the text on the screen.

“Really? At five in the morning!” A growl came out of her as she plopped backwards onto the bed. A notification from her app to update. That was worth an immediate alert? She stretched her arms and banged them back against the bed.

“Whoa.” A voice muttered.

“Oh sorry.” Lucy lifted the back of her hand from the cylindrical pillow who nuzzled back into its dog-like curl and returned to sleep, rather, that was as much being sleep as she could comprehend a pillow looking.  She could see his candle tail returning gradually to stillness. He was asleep. Lucy stood up and stretched, leaning back and hearing the bones crack in her wrist and back. “See you in an hour, Azodald.”

What were the typical activities of the pre-dawn, Lucy wondered as she left her room, her mind wandering further than she had. She didn’t care to check herself in the mirror or wash her face in the bathroom. She felt fortunate to not have bashed her head into the bed pillar so she was already looking better than yesterday. Slowly opening the door and watching the hinges, as if that was a spell in of itself, she slid into the first sufficient opening and into the dim hallway. Adelaide’s room was at the end of the hall, near the stairs and she slept as soundlessly as a corpse, which always left her current status a mystery whenever Lucy entered the hall at night. Her guardian could emerge from any of the rooms, sending a jolt into her with a simple “Oh, you’re up too, huh?”

Lucy paced herself through the hall, pressing her feet gently down onto the tiled floor. Again, she watched the floor, as if to eat all sound with her eyes, to ensure the job was being done right step by step. Magic, stealth, holding a phone, waking up, eating, getting dressed, writing, it all required her full attention if she wanted to function as anything less than a jester balancing on a ball. In quieter moments, times when the thoughts in her head would vanish and only leave her with herself to ponder about, she considered the chance she was an idiot, a helpless try hard with nothing in the world to justify the help she received. For now, her mind was busy with stalking the halls and the deep blue petal patterns on the brisk tiles. Slippers or even socks, forgotten in the bedroom, another mistake to register. 

The door was cracked open to Adelaide’s room and Lucy slowly brought herself closer to it, imagining the woman’s hand reaching from behind the door and pulling her in. Without windows or lights, the room was pitch black save for the second hand light that bounced from the lower floor to the hallway and into the room. Lucy searched hungrily for any sign Adelaide wasn’t lurking, in her casual way, in the creepiest crook or nanny circumstances could place her. At the bed, a figure rose. Then it fell back. Then it rose. Lucy felt herself loosened. Adelaide was asleep. Though they were both witches, they kept to a reasonable schedule. Lucy couldn’t imagine the reasons for midnight meetings or not summoning a demon in the day. Not that Adelaide did much of-
Lucy bit her bottom lip to hold back all the sound bashing at the wall of her throats but none too harder than her toe did against the post at the top of stairs. All she could think was about her wondrous early morning fortunes, how she should make a deal with the devil to not tumble down the stairs like she tumbled into every incident this morning. Sometimes you have bad days, she mentally whispered to herself.  Sometimes you’re clumsy, but not always because that’s impossible and or ridiculous and you’d have to be taken out back for a good shot to the head, as Adelaide would say.

Lucy started down the stairs, keeping all pressure off her toe. She scanned her surroundings before leaving letting go of the rail at the bottom. The living room was too far to be any danger to her. She continued into the kitchen, a sanctuary glowing with white tiles and the only light on this time of day. Nothing glowed more than the chair which Lucy sunk right into, giving her opportunity to check her toe. 
“Yeah, what I need is for you to be broken. Then I’ll know this is fate.” 
Another need unfulfilled, but one worth celebrating.  After a few minutes of rest she grabbed a box of cereal from one of the cabinets and the milk from the fridge. She felt audacious even considering using magic after the bedroom incident. She could see a miscast sending her toe flying into the cereal bowl. Nope. A strand of her golden blonde hair beat that possibility to the punch. She pulled the half foot thread out of her mouth and tossed it aside.

She placed her spoon onto the bowl and let go.

“Why am I up at 5:30 in the morning?”

The question vanished like a breath. Lucy sat there, at 5:30 in the morning, eating cereal she wasn’t hungry for. The bowl had no answer despite her blank stare into its white treasure trove of crunchy flakes and surprise hair. Her breathing paced faster with frustration. 

“I really don’t know. Oh god.” The invisible problem forced her into her palms, her fingers scratching her scalp. “What am I doing with my life?”

School, home, studies, watch television, and sleep. The magic in her life seemed undetectable and that pulled her frustration into a sea and drowned it, choking it lifeless with misery. 

“16 years old and here I am. This is killing me. What the hell am I supposed to be doing?” She groaned and picked up the spoon again. “Nothing.  Well…” She took a spoon of cereal in. “Magic. It’s what I need to do. I chose this and I’m going to excel at it. That’s what’s going to happen. Sick of something, you fix it.” 

She finished her breakfast and headed up stairs, only catching glances of her surroundings. Adelaide could hear her walking by for all she cared, things were going to be different. A spell of sound choking would fix all needs to act like a burglar in one’s own home. A soothing touch spell could make a stumped toe into a short memory. She was a witch with the powers of the flowing magicks emanating all around her. Any flaws, craft them into perfection like a clay, or something a bit better at least. Lucy wasn’t greedy.

“I might as well get ready for school now.” She said entering the bedroom. Azodald woke to the sound of cluttering about on the mirror table. His button eyes saw nearly as well as a human’s, in fact they were part human, a complication of polymorph magic. The noise continued as Lucy gathered her comb, brush, spray, gel, perfume, bows, and ribbons. The concern for his slumber was void it seemed. It was prioritization must masters gave their pets, who they assume could sleep any time anyway and Azodald would bite the heel of any who called him a pet. 
While his pillow dog visage, complete with candlestick legs and tail, made him out to be a pet, a cursed object, or even a witch’s familiar, he was a grown man of 37 sentenced to polymorphization until his crime was cleared by the Council. However, the attempted murder of a magister deserved far more than just a polymorph. “Makeshift Poly”, a spell that would transform the victim into an object, creature, or cluster of such at regular intervals, with no means beyond whim to decide the material, was his fate. There was no means of knowing what it would decide each day but he went to sleep as a raccoon last night and woke up today as a pillow candle dog. However, his human soul assured the body would be suitable for his needs. His freedom to be around others, especially a 16 year old girl, was a complexity born from his unique case. 

The murky and clear details made absolute judgment uncertain. The case reached the public stage in Zenzi, the realm of magic. Many cheered him on as a hero, as the vigilante in the gap of the system’s failure. Others found him to be an inspiration for anarchy, for upsetting the tone of the realm and the security of magic. As far as the Council was concerned, his crime may or may not be justifiable until further investigations but it was still a crime. Azodald took pleasure in the Council’s decision to suspend the magister as well though he wouldn’t mind if they both shared the same fate of the Makeshift Poly, to be merely a talking pet, some creature paid little mind.

Azodald took that thought back immediately. 

Lucy began to unbutton her top. She stood halfway between the wall and the entrance to the bathroom, undoing her clothes. Her purple top lowered with every unmade button. He saw her smooth, round shoulders bare. She unbuttoned again and saw her back, her visible shoulder blades moving as she continued the process. The blonde length of hair covered the top half of her back, hiding the line of her curve until the shirt hung around her waists. She took her arms out of her sleeves and let the shirt hit the floor.
Lucy was told by Adelaide what Azodald truly was, a warlock in his late thirties cursed into his form. That was years ago, however, and to her, he was like a friendly family pet. To be undress in front of him was never worth questioning. 

Azodald watched intently as she moved back onto the bed and sat down. He feigned sleep quickly, forcing his tail to stop wagging. With one button eye cracked open he could see her removing her pants, one leg at a time. He cried out in his mind for the lack of proper limbs, for the absence of his hands. Her skin was creamy in color and without a speck, a witch with an angel’s body. He couldn’t make the shape of her breasts as her hair curtained the majority of her chest but he could see the beauty of her side and in the curve in her back. Her ribs were barely visible but she was a slim girl nonetheless. 

Lucy stood up and grabbed the sides of her flowery rimmed panties. Azodald opened both eyes. She raised her left leg up and out of one side, enough to free her entire backside into view. Azodald sighed with great peace as her cheeks jiggled with every move she made. He loved the upward, inner curve of her cheeks, the cute bounce as she walked towards the bathroom, the bead bracelet around her left ankle that she took off only on occasion. She closed the door, leaving a moderate crack open but not enough for him to slide in unnoticed. 
He rose and realized the ridiculous nature of his current form. Even pillow dogs have pillow erections, a thought that would send him into hysterical laughter if he didn’t just view Lucy’s bare body seconds ago. It was time to learn something new once again. He walked over to one of the many pillows on the bed and positioned himself on top of it. He imagined it was Lucy, her ass in the air, pressed against him, her arms stretched out, ready to take the shock. 

He imagined his brown cock entering her ass, the fabric sliding into her wet entrance. Lucy would tell him how soft it felt, how smooth it entered, how the curse was a blessing for her. He thrust harder and faster, watching what was once such a smooth entry and departure turn into a quickening pounding. Lucy would never question who she was fucking, not when it felt so great, the pleasure that couldn’t be found with a human penis. Her moans would get louder and louder, turning to groans as the thrusting would begin to burn a little but she would like it, wanting it the pain to end but remain all the same. It was so wonderful she pulled her ass back and forth with the thrusting, ensuring the pleasure never ended until it was time.

The time was coming. As she pounded her wildly, shaking the bed, he would feel intense warmth build up inside him but he wouldn’t stop the motions until the last second. He pulled her roughly against him and released inside of her. He was curious what this form would grant him and he could see in his mind Lucy moaning one last time as candle wax filled her insides, a weighted white goo that stayed thick inside her. She would put her fingers inside to feel the mess, pleasuring herself.

The shower turned off. Azodald snapped back into reality and realized the mess he made on the bed. He hopped in place, desperately seeking a tissue or napkin. 

“What am I going to…wait. This is just candle wax. I’ll just say it melted a bit.” He pushed the wax from beneath the pillow and thought to just slap it onto his candlestick legs. However, knowing its origins, he decided the trash was ideal. 

“Oh, you’re up, Azod?” Lucy said. He quickly turned to her, only to see her in a towel. 
“Yeah. Some of my wax kinda fell off.”  He moaned out. “Gotta clean this mess up.” 
“Poor Azod.” 

As she walked towards the mirror table, he could see the shape of her rear press against the towel, each cheek shifting out and back in as she walked. He loved how her shapely feet flowed into her leg. How could he commit any further crimes under these conditions? It’s why he went to sleep before she did. He imagined he would lose his mind with the casual way she undressed in front of him. 

“Hey, can I borrow some tissues from up there?”

Lucy grabbed her hair and wrapped a bow around it to make a ponytail, her jade eyes focusing the entire time. When she was done she passed the tissue box to Azodald. 
“There you go.”
“Thanks, Lucy. Hey…”
“Mmm? What is it?”
“Are you okay? You seemed kind of…in a mess earlier.” He said as he wrapped away his tissue of candle wax ejaculation. 
“I guess I just woke up and was feeling a little aggravated. I feel much better now. “
“That’s good. You know, if you have any issues you can talk to Adelaide or me. Any thoughts I’m sure we can help you with since we’re both…” He caught himself ready to say ‘adult’. Today was a reminder of what he was in her eyes, a pet. She didn’t need a reminder of what he really was. “We both know a lot.”
“Thanks but I think I’ll be fine. I’ll come to you next time, how about that?”
“Sounds good.”
Whatever next time bore, he hoped for a suitable form.