Magic can do anything, especially when you make a mistake.
tags: corruption, demon, gender bender, nsfw, reality change, transformation
art by Verinis
“Yes,” Jojo replied. “Magic can do anything.”
“So you could whip up a spell that made everyone obey you?” Anna asked. “Or, or, or a spell that gave you bigger breasts? Or, I know, a—”
“Yes,” the witch repeated, growing testy. “They’re potions, not spells, but yes, you could theoretically do any of that. Including a tiny, little potion that makes you forget I ever told you about any of this.”
Anna’s mouth flapped silently, and when she continued her questioning, it was a little more subdued. “Then why don’t you? Do anything, I mean.”
“Now that is an excellent question.” Jojo smiled, her earlier annoyance replaced with the pedantic joy of a lecturer. “Potions are easily made, but they usually only last a few hours. To make the effects of a potion permanent requires incredible focus and devotion, and anyways, permanent changes are usually a huge no-no for the coven. And on top of the pervasive ‘mix a potion wrong and get an unintended consequence,’ there are rules and punishments about using our magic for harm, or abusing it for temporal power.”
“But there’s no rule against… helping your best friend with a relationship problem? Because that seems a tiny bit foolish and—”
Jojo waved her friend’s concern away. “Anna, we’ve known each other for years. You and Bradley make a cute couple, and you’re good for each other. I want both of you to be happy, and if this is what it takes, I’ll do it.”
Anna crooked an eyebrow, only partially convinced.
“And this might sound unbelievable,” Jojo added, “but helping people with small problems is exactly what I’m supposed to do with my magic.”
“Okay, okay. You convinced me,” said Anna. “Tell me what I need to do.”
“You said that you and Bradley needed a little something to spice up the bedroom, right?” The witch held up a brilliant purple potion. “Drink this, and it’ll bring out your dominant side and help with your sexual confidence.”
Anna blushed. “I don’t think that is, umm, necessary?”
“Honey, every time we get coffee, you tell me about how eager your boyfriend is to please you, but how sloppy he is at it. You’ve always been afraid to hurt his feelings. Well, use tonight to take control and show him what you want. Teach him to please you better. Believe me, you’ll both be happier for it.”
Anna stayed a flushed red, but she nodded in agreement and took the potion. “And it’s safe to drink?”
“Smells like strawberries, and is about as healthy! Now get out of here and let me clean up. Call me tomorrow and share as many or as few details as you want. Knock ‘em dead, girl!”
It wasn’t until much later, when Jojo was cleaning up and detected the faintest hint of sulphur, that she started to realize just how badly she had messed up the potion.
Anna hadn’t been completely honest with Jojo. Yes, the general outlines of what she shared with her friend were correct: Bradley was a wonderful, thoughtful boyfriend who was considerate of Anna’s needs, sexual or otherwise.
The problem was this wasn’t what Anna actually wanted, sexual or otherwise. She wanted to be in charge, and she wanted her boyfriend to listen. And he did try to listen, but between his lack of self-confidence and his over-eagerness to please, he was always stopping just to make sure: are you certain you want to do this? Am I doing okay? How are you feeling? Does that feel good?
Charitably, he was too polite to meet Anna’s needs. Uncharitably, he was too weak-willed and timid to make a good sub. He was a bland, fretful, milquetoast partner with forgettable brown hair, forgettable brown eyes, and a forgettable pale body.
That last thought was something that Anna was ashamed to admit to Jojo, to Bradley, and even to herself. He was good to her, and she did love him. It’s just that… that…
She ended the thought before it reached its conclusion, unwilling to confront what her unhappiness said about her. She knew that Bradley could tell she was unhappy, too, a fact that only fed his insecurities and perpetuated the cycle of unease between them.
But… but if Jojo’s potion worked, then maybe they could both win. If she could just show Bradley what she wanted, how he should treat her, how she wanted to treat him… well, they would both be happier, in and out of bed.
Anna shifted uncomfortably while Bradley examined the eerily violet concoction. In anticipation for her coming confidence, she had slipped into a sexy bustier and hidden it under her regular blouse, and the double layer of clothes was getting warm. It wasn’t her usual style, and it made her nervous rather than confident—but once she drank this potion, that would change, if only for a few hours. She didn’t want to waste a single moment of her or Bradley’s time changing clothes.
“So it’s safe?” Bradley inquired, and Anna felt her old annoyance at his never-ending concern for her welfare flare back to life. What did he care—it’s not like he was going to drink it! She bit it back, trying to remember that she was asking both of them to try something new.
“Jojo says that it’s completely safe, and that it should smell like strawberries. I’ll be com—”
“Well then, bottoms up!” Bradley uncorked the potion and, faster than Anna could object, knocked back the entire vial.
“What the hells, Bradley? I was supposed to drink—” She stopped as Bradley was wracked by a coughing fit. “Are you okay?”
“Gaaah,” he groaned, breathing heavily as he straightened up. “That didn’t taste or smell anything like strawberries!” He blinked the tears out of his eyes and smiled. “So what happens now?”
Anna’s initial concern gave away to annoyance. “I was supposed to drink that, you idiot. I have absolutely no idea what’s going to happen! I should call Jojo and see—”
Her boyfriend reached over and carefully closed her phone before she could dial. He was still smiling. “I don’t think that’s necessary, do you?”
Anna hesitated, suddenly unsure. “But it’s magic. We don’t know—”
“I feel fine. A little warm, in fact.” His smile had taken on a hungry edge, indicating just what kind of warmth he was feeling. Anna had to admit, the expression looked… really attractive on him. “Let’s see where this goes, okay?”
She nodded and put down the phone. It was supposed to be her potion, but it’d be temporary, right? Whatever happened, it would be fine after a few hours. And when he shrugged, Anna thought she could see the slightest bit more definition in his arms than before. Maybe this could work. “Maybe… maybe you should take off your shirt, just to be certain? To… see if there are any changes.”
It was meant to be a sexy request, but her voice came out remarkably timid. He could hear her uncertainty and replied to it with a laugh—a good-natured laugh, but under its surface was something dark and resonate and powerful.
And that’s when she saw his brown eyes had changed to a vibrant purple, the same color the potion had been.
“Actually, I think we should call Jojo. Something’s not right.”
“I’m a little more interested in what’s under your blouse,” Bradley continued, deaf to Anna’s concern. “Let me help you with it.”
He slipped a hand under Anna’s collar, his thumb gently resting against her throat, and she involuntarily shuddered. Had his hands always been so warm and strong? His thumb moved slightly, a careful stroke, and she knew he could feel her swallow under his touch.
Gently held in place, Anna could only watch as Bradley’s other hand slowly and carefully undid the buttons on her blouse, working his way down her cleavage, toward her—oh shit, she was still wearing the bustier!
Bradley seemed to realize this at the same time. “What’s this that you’re wearing?” he chuckled, a laugh that seemed to vibrate through his hand and deep into Anna’s core.
She squirmed and blushed. “I thought… we were going… we…”
Anna looked up at him and fell silent, knocked speechless by what she saw. His face was… different, now. More angular—powerful and feminine, with higher cheekbones and a stronger jawline. But his eyes still blazed the intense purple, just like she remembered, a strong contrast to his raven-black eyebrows and ruddy complexion. And out of the corner of her eye, she could see his long neck and strong shoulders, gracefully shown off by the corset he was wearing.
Which made sense: he wanted to look sexy for this evening, too. But it also didn’t make sense, because he had been wearing a t-shirt earlier, right? And he didn’t usually wear corsets… well, he never wore corsets, which was a shame, because they did wonders for his cleavage.
Something was wrong with her thoughts, Anna knew. The potion was doing something to Brandy, but it was also doing something to her—to reality—changing her memories.
Brandy hooked one of his fingers around the blouse and pulled it back, exposing Anna’s bustier. “What’s this you’re wearing?” he repeated, a purr of satisfaction as he waited for his girlfriend to stammer out an answer he already knew.
“I wanted… to wear something nice for you. Tonight. It didn’t… I wanted to be sexy?”
“Oh, honey,” Brandy said, and there was something about how he dismissively pronounced the last word that made Anna tingle. “Of course you’re sexy. But…”
Brandy leaned in close, her dark lips close to Anna’s ear. “… but what have I told you about raiding my closet?”
Anna’s head swam, confused. She distinctly remembered buying this bustier for herself, distinctly remembered hoping to lord it over Bradley. But she also knew she had surreptitiously gone through Brandy’s drawers, looking for the exact right article of clothing to borrow. None of that made sense, but it was the only thing that explained why it fit so poorly, Anna’s tiny tits disappearing into an article of clothing designed to lift a far more impressive pair of breasts than hers.
“You know I hate it when you steal my clothes,” Brandy continued, her hand slipping off of Anna’s shoulder and possessively wrapping around her girlfriend’s neck. “I want you to tell me why you keep doing it.”
Anna’s breath was heavy and fast, Brandy’s looming presence demanding a physical response that Anna’s body happily gave. Somewhere along the way, the larger woman’s thigh had slipped between her legs, and now Anna was slowly, mindlessly grinding her wet pussy along the latex surface. This wasn’t at all how the evening was supposed to go, Anna dimly tried to reason. She was the one that was supposed to be in charge, showing Brandy how to use her body.
But… but that’s what was happening, right? She was showing Brandy how to use her body. That’s why she had stolen into Brandy’s room, that’s why she had wrapped her unimpressive body in Brandy’s bustier. It was a constant humiliation, to wear this lingerie under her regular clothes, to be reminded that she was not as big or as strong or as beautiful as Brandy. And when her mistress found out, like She always did, it was a reminder to Her that anna was small and weak and plain, and needed to be appropriately humiliated and punished for her transgressions.
Because that’s what anna wanted. Because that’s what anna deserved.
anna opened her mouth to say all of this, to try to explain herself as eloquently as possible. All that came out was a long, low moan of need. she had so little control of herself that she couldn’t even answer her Mistress’ questions! That was humiliating! That was hot! she ground her pussy even harder against her Mistress’ leg, mewling and quivering, desperate to convey some part of this truth.
Mistress smirked, and anna was filled with a fresh heat—an assurance that She understood and was about to give anna everything she wanted.
“Well,” She sighed with faux irritation, “if you’re not going to use your mouth to answer my questions, I’ll find a better use for it.” anna’s mouth instinctively fell open, and her Mistress’ long, beautiful tail snaked in.
Jojo didn’t know of a single potion that would let her magically unlock a door, so she settled for the next best thing: a potion of strength and a well-placed heel.
She steeled herself for what she was about to see. It wasn’t like she wanted to barge in on her best friend fucking, but the potion had been mixed wrong, incredibly wrong, tainted with a touch of sulphur and hellsroot. When Anna hadn’t picked up her phone, Jojo was concerned; when she hadn’t picked up her phone a sixth time, Jojo was already in her car, halfway to Anna’s house, debating about how best to break in.
The door frame splintered, and Jojo was instantly hit with the smell and sound of raucous sex.
It could be worse, she reasoned. They could have gone out for dinner.
Then she stepped inside and realized that no, it really could not have been worse.
The room that had probably been Anna and Bradley’s living room was now quite literally a throne room, a slab of shiny black basalt or obsidian flowing out of the twisted wood floor and forming an imposing seat of power.
But that wasn’t what Jojo noticed at first. More imposing was the demon lord that reclined on the throne, silent and still. Her head was reclined and her eyes closed, hands and arms relaxed against the armrests. And yet she radiated an incredible power, potential strength coiled and waiting to be unleashed, a power so confident it could close its eyes before an interloper.
“Please wait,” the demoness instructed, moving only her lips into a wry smile. “And watch.”
Jojo felt the command word wash over her, requiring that she watch the lewd scene playing out in front of her.
That’s when she noticed the stygian throne.
And that’s also when she finally noticed where the sound of sex was coming from.
The demoness’ legs were spread wide, and between them knelt a very naked Anna. Her hands were desperately gripping the demon’s powerful red thighs, the better to brace mouth and face against the pussy that her tongue was noisily worshipping. She was clearly trying to say something, but the words came out as muffled squeals of pleasure. The demoness’ long and supple tail had slipped around Anna and was driving into her pussy from behind, rocking the smaller woman back and forth mercilessly. Powerless to resist her face being crushed against the demon’s sopping cunt again and again and again, it was as if Anna and her tongue had become a mere extension of the demon’s tail, the demoness pleasuring herself with a simple, albeit noisy, toy.
And then to her horror, Jojo realized that that was precisely what had happened—not physically, perhaps, but emotionally, psychically. Brandy must have accidentally drunk the potion, and then been turned into this… this thing… that immediately set about dominating Anna into her plaything.
Jojo tried to concentrate. Something about that thought had been wrong. Brandy hadn’t always been a demon—the witch was confident of that, at least—but there was some other truth that was being obscured. Something about Anna’s boyfriend? But that didn’t make sense, Anna and Brandy had been together for… for a while. Could a potion Brandy took make Jojo forget something like that?
Magic can do anything, Jojo thought ruefully, one hand idly resting on her crotch. The fucking was really distracting, the noise and the passion conspiring to undoing the little focus she could still muster. She was worried about something, right? Something about a potion? Hadn’t Anna told her that Brandy was… something… in bed? And the potion…
Whatever the potion had done, it was so hot, finally getting to watch Anna be so thoroughly dominated. The idle hand on Jojo’s crotch became a little less idle, applying a hint of pressure as she watched Brandy’s tail piston in and out of her friend’s eager pussy. Anna had told her about this over coffee, about how good it felt give in, how could it felt to be utterly controlled by her mistress…
A squeal from Anna made Jojo snap back to reality, mouth drooling and hands under her clothes. Her friend slumped away from the throne, and Jojo could feel the demoness’ attention shift toward her.
“And what am I supposed to do with you?” the monster growled after a long moment, standing, eyes still lidded. Jojo gasped at how tall and fit and beautiful she was. No wonder Anna had pledged herself to this demon. And how generous she was! Ever mindful of Anna’s needs, her tail swung around and slipped back into her pet’s pussy, casually playing with Anna even as the demon advanced toward the kneeling witch.
And then Brandy opened her eyes of iridescent violet, so like the potion Jojo had made…
… and Jojo remembered.
“Oh shit, oh fuck,” the witch started, acutely aware of how her knees were digging into the hard floor, how she shouldn’t be here, how she should be running, how she should want to be running… and how instead she was kneeling, staring up into those beautiful, purple eyes.
“I already have one pet,” Brandy continued. “Why—” she leaned ever-so-slightly down, running a thumb along Jojo’s open lips “—would I want another?”
The witch shuddered at the demoness’ touch, even as Brandy’s dismissive tone cut her to the quick. She shouldn’t care! Brandy wasn’t real. This was the fucked up potion twisting their minds, making them want things and do things and be things they weren’t.
Why the hells was this so hard? How was the magic doing this? Had she messed the potion up that badly? Or was there some part of her that yearned to be handled like Anna, to be taken and made and re-made and…
Somehow, she glanced away from Brandy to look at Anna, hoping to regain the strength she needed to stand against this magic power, hoping to see anything but what she actually saw.
Anna was right where her mistress had left her, on the floor in a puddle of wet satisfaction, cooing sweet murmurs of devotion while languidly playing with her clit, one hand lovingly wrapped around the tail that was still gently fucking her.
And it wasn’t disgust that Jojo felt, or fear, or even anger. It was jealousy. For the first time ever, Jojo could see how beautiful Anna was—not because of something as simple as her body, but because of the look of total bliss on her face, because of the joy that came with total submission to someone greater and stronger and more beautiful than yourself.
The witch knew what she should want.
Looking at Anna, she knew what she did want.
“I can make it permanent,” Jojo said, her voice strong and clear. “Your power is temporary. I can help you stay this way, forever.”
“Oh?” her mistress queried, incredulous but intrigued.
“Yes,” Jojo replied. “Magic can do anything.”
Not The End
Author’s Notes: Evie Hyde deserves a special shout-out for this story: I took a “free idea” she posted and ran with it, adding a little demonic twist of my own. I’d also like to (once again) thank Zyzzyva, who provided excellent feedback. Last but not least, this story exists solely because of the support of my Patreons, who got to read this story three weeks before rest of the world!
Furthermore: after providing art for this story’s sequel, the extremely talented Verinis went back and designed the look of Brandy. I am extremely lucky to be working with such a talented artist!