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Well I figured out what I did.  I mislabeled the edited version with the rough (I always keep roughs as a habit) and I accidentally posted the rough... well that's embarrassing (AS SHIIIIIT).  However it should be fixed now so lets pretend we didn't see that shall we?
OK!  So apparently I uploaded the unedited versions of Be Careful Who You curse.  This is being corrected now, and my apologies for uploading an error filled draft... sigh...

Been keeping busy.  For those of you who are curious I am still working on my scifi trilogy's final part and another story for Diana alongside commissions.  Also for those of you reading my work or following me, I have received a few questions and figured I would comment on them.

The first question I get is “Do you only write AR?” and the answer is, for this account yes that is my focus.  I try to keep any serious writing or other work separate.  Not that I don’t enjoy AR/AP and other stuff, but it’s just easier to be separate.

Answering the second question I admit that I have a weakness for sexy bad girls in stories, and particularly like to see them regressed as punishment.   Some of my favorite bad ladies are Artemisia from 300 Rise of an Empire, (cuz Eva Green is awesome!), Airachnid from Transformers Prime (cuz Gina Torres is awesome!), and Miranda Richardson who was SCARY awesome in both Sleepy Hollow and Chicken Run (Especially as Ms. Tweedy)!  Also with mild embarrassment I admit I am a big Maleficent fan (I like the animated one not the Jolie one) and Queen Beryl from Sailor Moon was always pretty cool.

The third question I get A LOT is “Can I have/make/suggest a request?” and the answer is still no.  Sorry but now that I have had some people pay for their stories it’s unfair to give others free ones.  It’s nothing personal but when it comes to working on an idea, motivation on my part is an important component in how fast it’s finished or how excited I am for it.  So if I really like the idea (which I REALLY liked the idea for Be Careful Who You Curse) or if I am familiar with a series then I go faster and enjoy the work.  I have been approached with a few ideas for stories based on series like Attack on Titan and RWBY but I am not familiar with the series so doing them is more a burden than fun (sorry again to those who inquired).  Other times there are series that I have nothing against but just don’t have any interest in like DR. Who, Halo, or Game of Thrones (AGAIN, nothing personal, just not my thing).

So considering that it might help people who are interested in getting a commission, I guess I could name a few interests of mine for those who are curious about whether I will take an idea.  I like all kinds of stuff so this may be a jumbled mess but these are topics I could see AR/AP working for (as I doubt my favorite movie Hunt for Red October would make an interesting AR story lol). 

Star Trek, Warhammer (40k and fantasy),

ANYTHING with Tolkien or C.S. Lewis

Persona 2-4, Final Fantasy 1 through 6 and then 9 and 12 and Final Fantasy Tactics (PSone not advanced)

Star Wars

Any Marvel stuff with the exception of X-Men/Deadpool (that one IS personal…)

I am a tremendous Godzilla/Toho nut and I love king Kong (all versions)

Universals Monster films are great

Lotsa different animes like DBZ (Are you a Yoshi?), Moon Phase, Rahxephon, Record of Lodoss War, Blue Seed, Blue Gender, Birdy the Mighty so yeah… lotsa random stuff

Pretty much any Nintendo characters (well... not really animal crossing)

Though these don’t  cover everything so you can always ask lol.

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Verona threw her arms out wide and laughed.  “That’s right!  Give me your youth my pretty one!”

Laina felt a strange new sensation growing in her limbs and stomach as her entire body began to become sore.  It was as if she had run for miles or been lifting heavy objects for hours and her muscles were exhausted suddenly.  Her bones began to almost vibrate and twitch within her limbs and her heart began to beat faster.  She could barely catch her breath and looked down to see what was happening to her.  She could see her arms and legs starting to flex and stretch at an incredibly slow pace that she would never have noticed had she not been a trained wizard.  She was growing older as the magic began to drain her body of its youth and vitality.  She could feel her hair shifting under her wide hat while its growth tickled the back of her neck and ears. 

A cackle caused her to look up and all three of the Sorceresses were beginning to transform as well, only at a much faster pace.  Verona clutched her ribs and bent forward her body shaking with intense spasms that made her feet slide on the floor and her skin seemed to shiver.  She moaned a long and dry sound as she grit her remaining teeth together.  Behind her Avalia was holding the sides of her head as if in agony and gasping for air.  She began to lower herself towards the ground as if losing strength in her limbs and pushing her rear out behind her.  Iria had her hand over her mouth as if about to throw up and groaned a low growl of pain.  She suddenly flung herself back into a nearby chair and threw her arm dramatically over her head with a loud sigh.

Verona looked up at Laina, her violet eyes becoming a deeper and richer purple tone.  “A-are you watching little wizard?”

Verona wailed her dry voice suddenly gaining a deep and rich tone which filled the room and rose from deep within her chest.  She threw her head back and her arms out wide as her skin shifted like sculpting clay and began to plump out with a smooth tanned flesh color.  Her skin rolled outward as muscles regrew and caused her arms and legs to thicken into those of a mature but beautiful woman.  Her hips rounded outward, stretching her purple dress and tearing a slit down to her feet.  Her breasts swelled up as she threw her arms wide, fattening into round bouncing mounds and stretching the fabric of her dress until it tore.  Now her breasts hung loose and her nipples perked forward with renewed color and vitality, before she adjusted the fabric to cover them again.  Her hair ran a deep and glossy black, as if someone was pouring ink atop her head and letting it flow down the hair itself.  She threw her head back undoing the bun and shaking out her dark hair while grinning at Laina, her face now sensual and barely out of her thirties.  Her lips were ruby red, her nose and chin sharp, and her eyes were so purple it was shocking.

“Try not to stare little one…”  Verona mocked in her deep voice.  “I have that effect on boys and girls.”  She said as she put her hand on her hip and her breasts bounced vigorously.

Laina was stunned, but could feel her body still changing.  Her teeth were growing thicker as if transforming from her first set into adult teeth, while her jaw was becoming sharper and more defined.  Now her chest was beginning to grow outward too and she felt a powerful but sore sensation her breasts as they began to mature slowly.  Her hips were now pressing against the sides of her skirt and she could feel the pressure from their growth raising it up from her ankles.  Even as her own legs were slowly growing down and her feet beginning to fill her oversized boots, Laina could not help but gasp in shock at the sight of the witches changing before her. 

Avalia suddenly swelled starting in her feet which regained a warm peach tone, lost their wrinkles and stretched out of her tiny shoes.  Her calves fattened up until they were fit and curved, before her thighs began to push up and lengthen into some of the most sensual legs Laina had ever seen.  Next came her hips and butt, which ballooned into a jiggling and smooth heart shape, filling the sagging folds at her sides to the point of bursting.  Avalia’s skirt tore in the front and back revealing a pair of blue underwear which were suddenly overflowing with soft skin as if far too small.  Her upper body followed and tear-drop shaped but modest breasts perked up in the top of her dress, while her arms filled into the soft but dainty limbs of a young woman.  Finally her wrinkled face smoothed out like a marble statue, her brown eyes almond shaped and stark behind her foggy spectacles.  With the sultry laugh of a seductress, Avalia threw her glasses away and blew a kiss between puffy pink lips towards Laina.  She had a long pointed face and her hair started to fluff up and turn a deep auburn brown. 

“Ooooooh my!”  She said with a flirty but sexual voice, thrusting her round butt out behind her and leaning down onto her knee.  “Aren’t I just amazing?”

Laina felt a rush of warmth in her forehead as her torso was gaining length, and she grit her teeth against the sensation.  It felt like some invisible being was slowly stretching her midsection and now her arms were beginning to fill out into the tight shackles which held her.  She looked almost like a fifteen year old girl, her body going through puberty at high speed.  This caused her to sweat and groan as her body grew almost a foot and a half, her hair flowing down nearly two feet.  She shifted her hips back and forth as her legs grew and tried to keep her feet even on the floor as one occasionally outpaced the other.

“Pl-please stop!”  She whispered, but the Sorceresses did not listen.

Now Iria was changing with a fresh wash of the milkiest skin Laina had ever seen flowing down her head to her toes.  Her dress which had been stretching at the midsection suddenly sank in as her wasp thin waist returned to her.  She made a soft “Ooh!” as her chubby butt and thighs were squeezed inward until they were curvy and seductive.  With a gasp of “AH~HA!” her sagging heavy breasts expanded until they were huge and filled the loose front of her dress, causing it to snap loudly.  It split down to her navel, revealing a toned but thin stomach beneath and huge perfectly shaped cleavage above.  Iria’s pudgy face seemed to flow back until it was soft and almost baby faced.  Rosy cheeks, big blue eyes, a tiny nose and a petite but sensual mouth made her look the youngest of all.  Her hair seemed to sparkle as intense blond curls washed through it and she rose with a funny little hop that made her enormous breasts sway and bounce.  She grabbed them with her hands and giggled in a voice like a teenager.

“Hoo hoo hoo!  Look at my beautiful body!  I’m sexy again!”  She cheered before jumping up and down playfully.

Verona turned and looked to her compatriots each taking in the others renewed beauty.  Verona was dark and exotic, her body a perfect hourglass shape with the charismatic face of a queen.  Her dark hair and deep purple eyes gave her a powerful but wicked appearance and her tanned skin was striking to look upon.  Avalia was tall and amazon like, her muscles the most pronounced of the three but her skin still soft and enviable.  Her long ponytail rand down to her hips and she was squeezing her round butt, blushing as she enjoyed the feeling of her firm but soft rear.  Iria was bouncing up and down still and almost threw herself off balance as she held her huge chest close with her hands.  She giggled with a youthful excitement, while her smile was broad and her face misleadingly innocent.

“Well ladies… looks like we’re back to our old selves.”  Verona laughed.  “You’re both sexier than I remembered you.”  She licked her lips as she examined the bodies of her friends and occasional lovers.  “I had forgotten how hot you two were.”

Avalia smirked.  “This is going to be so much fun!  We can get revenge on the wizards and get boys again!”   She chuckled, “Our looks can win anyone over! All three of us have faces to melt hearts!”

 Iria laughed and clasped her hands together.  “Yes, but your ass was always the best I'd ever seen!”  With a loud laugh she bounced a coin off of Avalia’s rear, making it arc into the air. “Everyone notices when you sway those hips!”

Avalia caught it with a sneer.  “As big as my ass was, you never failed to impress with that gigantic bust of yours Iria.”  She then bounced the same coin off of Iria’s round breasts, letting it flip in the air before falling down between them.  “You jiggle more than a slime monster trapped in a bag!”  Iria just giggled at this.

Both of them looked to Verona, and could see she had her arms crossed, not liking to be ignored when praise and compliments were being shared.  She was their leader and while an incredible lover capable of great passion, she could also be intensely cruel if upset.  Both of them swallowed hard and grinned at her.

Avalia flipped her pony tail with a soft nervous laugh.  “Although… although I have to say Verona, you always had the perfect body.  My butt is awesome, and Iria’s chest is incredible, but yours are perfectly matched in shape and size!”

Iria nodded vigorously.  “Oh yes and what incredible red lips!”  She winked at Verona.  “Nobody kisses like you do, and I know that for a fact.”  She then blew a kiss at Verona, trying not to look scared.

Avalia nodded.  “Oh yeah, no one is a better kisser than you!” She then glanced at Iria who nodded in agreement before looking back.  “Also, I had forgotten how dark your hair was!  In all my years I have never seen a woman with such seductive and gorgeous hair!”

Verona was quiet a second, before she let a smile cross her face.  “That’s better…”  Both Avalia and Iria sighed in relief, having placated Verona’s pride.

A soft groan came from Laina and Verona clapped her hands.  “OH!  How rude of us!  Here we are admiring how sexy we all just became when our poor guest must be feeling frightfully old!”  Avalia and Iria laughed with her comment before smirking.  Verona sighed and turned around, bending down to look at Laina.  “I imagine being near a hundred years old must be…”  She froze, her face twisting into a scowl.  “By the deep… what’s happening here!”

Avalia and Iria both looked past Verona and gasped as they saw something they had not expected.  The transfer curse should have lain all their age upon little Laina and left her as a withered hag, or potentially a husk of dried bones and ashes.  However that was not what they saw and this was disconcerting for experienced sorceresses who had committed this terrible act many times before. Instead of a withered woman, Laina was barely seventeen, her body long and her skin smooth.  Her platinum hair was spilling down towards her now round and protruding butt.  Her breasts were moderately sized, but all three of the jealous competitive sorceresses could see they were still getting bigger.  Laina was still young looking, but she was now beautiful and still working towards the years which would reveal her most attractive body

Verona gasped.  “S-She’s barely out of being a teenager!  How is this possible?”

Avalia shook her head and furrowed her brow.  “It’s not!  You and I each laid around sixty years on her, and Iria almost seventy!  She should be worm food!”

“HEY!  I’m not that old!”  Iria protested, before Verona smacked her face causing her to wail. 

Verona’s arm struck out like a snake towards Iria and pulled her close by the arm.  “You must have messed up the spell and put the wrong ingredients in!”

Iria shook her head.  “I did it right!  I swear!”

Avalia nodded.  “She did!  I watched her carefully this time!  Everything worked out perfectly!”

Verona punched Avalia in the arm and grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at Laina.  “DOES THIS LOOK PERFECT TO YOU?!” She screamed in Avalia’s ear.

Avalia shook her head.  “NO!  It’s not our fault though!”  She pointed towards Laina.  “Sh-she must be doing this with magic somehow!”

Verona released Avalia with a shove and stomped towards Laina.  “Tell me how a twelve year old kid can counteract MY magic?!  The most powerful magic this land has ever seen!”  She grabbed Laina’s chin.  “How are you doing this?  You’ve not even hit puberty for real yet!”

Laina actually chuckled and smiled.  “You…”  She whispered.

“What was that? Is this funny to you?”  Verona hissed, leaning in close.

 Laina nodded.  “Yeah… you’re right.  I haven’t hit human puberty yet.”

“What does she mean “human” puberty?”  Iria asked Avalia, who just shrugged.

However Verona understood and her face went white.  ‘You… you’re not human…”  She ripped Laina’s hat from her head and gasped in shock as Avalia and Iria wailed.  Laina had two long and pointed ears which were even now growing longer and more mature.

“SHH-SHE-SHE-SHE-SHE-“ Iria began to stammer.

“She is a damn…”  Avalia started.

Verona seethed through her teeth.  “An elf… A damn elf!”

Laina managed to grin.  “Yes.  I may have been raised by humans, but I am allllll elf.  Also, I was almost twenty human years old by the way.”  She then looked to Verona, then Avalia and finally Iria a deeper smile spread across her face.  “But by elf terms I am still a toddler really.”

Verona suddenly whispered.  “We’ve never done this with an elf because it’s too much!”  This made Avalia cover her mouth, and begin to panic as she looked between all three of them

Laina nodded.  “You just started a youth transfer curse from someone who stays younger for longer than all three of you have even been alive.”

Verona hissed, as Iria ran up and grabbed her arm.  ‘What does that mean Verona?!”

Laina looked to the bouncy blonde.  “Think of it like this.  You three are like little mice that normally drink from a mouse sized cup.  It’s not too much if you all share it.  But this time you’re drinking from a cup the size of a wolf and its waaaay more youth than you can handle!”  She then pointed with her chin towards Iria’s chest.  “You are the youngest now?  Is it just me or is your bosom getting smaller?” 

Iria looked down, her eyes wide as her chest was ever so subtly growing smaller with gentle little inward bounces.  Iria wailed and shook Verona’s arm as a hideous and cold expression came over the sorceress “K-kill her quick!  We have to end the spell” Iria yelled.  Avalia began to draw a dagger and rush towards Laina.

Verona hissed and stopped Avalia with her arms “NO!  We can’t!  If we kill her while the spell is still transferring, it will kill us too!  We have to mix a counter spell to the curse now!  Hurry and get the ingredients!”  Avalia and Iria ran to their supplies and began to pull out potions, body parts, ingredients of all shapes and sizes before frantically mixing them into a new pot.  Verona leaned down and brought her beautiful, but now slightly younger face close to Laina.  “Once we cancel the spell… you’re a corpse for mocking me!” Verona went to bark orders at the others, letting Laina’s head fall sharply.

Laina hung her head fear still in her heart as she struggled to figure out what to do.  She was still getting older, but if they canceled the spell she was dead.  In truth at this age she felt more emotional, and she wished that Marko would come and save her.  She felt tears in her eyes at the thought of never seeing her kind teacher again.  However he had taught her to think for herself and be creative.  She fought the tears back and began to think, hoping to come up with an idea.

Avalia suddenly yelled her voice mildly softer than her sultry tone should have been.  “Iria!  Get that jar of toad oil and don’t spill it!  We don’t have any more!”

“Oh!  You always make me lift the heavy stuff!”  Iria whined, trying not to panic.

“That’s because you already carry those huge udders!  Now focus and do what she says!”  Verona barked, pointing to a heavy red clay jar.

“Toad oil?”  Laina thought.  She knew form her teaching that toad oil evaporated fast in its refined form.  She suddenly knew just how to escape.  She closed her eyes and began to whisper the words of the light weight spell she had used before, casting it on the jar with a pop.  Verona heard this and wheeled towards her, backhanding her across the face.  Laina gasped and hung her head, a bruise forming on her cheek.

“What was that!?  What did you just cast whelp?!”  Verona snarled, grabbing a fistful of Laina’s hair.  Laina just glared back at her.

Iria ran over and scooped up the large jar which contained the toad oil with both hand, putting a great amount of effort into lifting what she believed would be heavy.  However the spell worked like a charm and Iria literally tossed the jar up into the air, where it tumbled over her head.  Verona and Avalia looked simultaneously to the sight and shrieked in unison as the jar fell down towards Iria.  The panicked sorceress dove to catch the jar and landed hard on her belly, her arms outstretched to snag it.  All three sorceresses watched in mutual horror as the large round jar bounced right off of Iria’s ample bosom and shattered on the ground with a terrific smash.  The toad oil spattered down onto the dry wood floor of the decayed manor and smeared across it in a wet streak.  Verona and Avalia dove and tried to scoop up the liquid but the dry floor drank it up like a parched man on a desert island.  In seconds it was gone, and all three sorceresses looked up and stared at each other in mutual horror.

“How…”  Verona asked in shock to Iria. 

“It-it-it-it-it-it-“She began to stammer, her face as white as bone.

Avalia decked the stammering woman, who now looked more like a twenty five year old than a thirty year old, and shook her by the shoulders.  “WHAT DID YOU DO YOU STUPID MILK COW!?”  She wailed in horror.

“THE JAR!  It was the jar!”  Iria pleaded as Verona turned towards her, an expression of murder and hate on her face.  “The jar didn’t weigh anything!  It was like a feather!”

“A CLAY jar weighed as much as a feather?”  Verona growled as she pulled a short dagger from a hidden sleeve on her soft thigh.  “The jar weighed as much as your giant boobs you idiot!   Do you know what you just DID to us?”  Iria’s eyes were as wide as saucers, and she shook her head almost imperceptibly.  “You just condemned us to finish the transfer.  That only happens naturally when one party becomes too old or TOO YOUNG!”  Verona bellowed.

“Too young?”  Iria whispered.  “What does that mean?”

“It means we are going to keep getting younger since she lives for centuries!  That means we will be turned into babies before she even reaches our ages!  You just turned us back into newborn babies you pathetic cow!  BABIES!”  She roared raising the dagger over her head.

Iria wailed and tried to climb behind Avalia, who tried to push her back.  Before Verona struck, she stopped, looking to Laina who was laughing at the three of them.  One of her arms was free and she was casting a spell to undo the other lock.  “You did this… that was what you cast!”  She pointed a finger to the elf who was still growing older, looking more like a sexy eighteen year old.  “You set us up!  You made the jar weigh nothing!  YOU…”

Laina nodded.  “One good turn deserves another!”  Her voice was deeper and mature sounding which added authority to her words.  She was rubbing her wrists before she squinted as if noticing something.  “Why Verona… is your hand getting smaller?”

Verona felt panic rise inside her as she could see her hand, still pointing towards Laina was slightly concealed by her sleeve.  It was as if her arm was slowly shrinking and Verona stared in shock as her skin began to tighten around her hand.  The feeling began to move upward, entering her chest then her head and abdomen, until she was completely overcome with the sensation.  She felt an unfamiliar wave of emotion come over her and realized she was actually afraid.  Verona was a powerful woman, even as an old hag and little frightened her. Now as she watched her hand begin to soften and slip slowly back up into her sleeve she felt a shiver run up her body.  She turned back to command her compatriots to help her finish off Laina but stopped in horror as he saw their conditions.

Avalia was noticeably getting shorter, her head creeping lower and lower as she stared in confusion and fear at Verona.  Her body was getting thinner as she shrank, her chest pointing upwards as she was becoming a teen and her body shape changed.  As her height dwindled her long ponytail crept up her back, wagging slightly like a real tail as it shortened in small spurts.  Visible through her split skirt, her round thighs lost a great deal of their volume while her blue underwear appeared to be wrinkling and sliding down a bit.  Her dress started to hang lower on the thin straps and for a moment her eighteen year old breasts popped free.  She wailed and covered them with her thin arms, looking up to Verona with a red face while a spray of freckles spread out over her cheeks.  She shook her head and ran to Verona on gangly chicken legs.  She could not be more than sixteen and was losing her round butt and attractive assets fast.

“Verona!  You have to help me!”  Her voice cracked as she held her arms over now almost flat chest.  “There has to be a way to fix this!”

“No!  Help me first! Please!”  Iria moaned, running over to stand next to Avalia. 

Verona was even more surprised by Iria’s transformation as everything disappeared quickly.  As a late bloomer Iria lost height quickly and her huge breasts bounced as the retracted back towards her chest.  Her curvy hips were swinging back in forth nervously as they lost their fullness with every sway of her body.  Her arms and legs were getting shorter, but not thinner as Avalia’s had.  In fact as Iria became a teenager again her body began to grow round, her hips and butt sticking out wide again.  Her wasp thin waist was actually starting to round out as Iria had kept the terrible secret of having been chubby as a child from her friends.  She wailed and grabbed her stomach as it almost looked like her chest was being squeezed and her body fat slipping down from there to her belly.  Her cheeks grew slightly puffy and she began to sob, holding her waist.  Soon her top drooped down as it had before, but now her bosom was barely as large as Avalia’s and shrinking fast.

Verona had no words, stunned into silence by her companion’s loss of sexual development.  Her own dress felt like it was shifting, the edges slipping a bit around her shoulders and the slit in her dress began to hang open as the skirt was now resting on the floor.  Her chest, normally round and full was retreating, causing the soft fur of her mink lining to tickle the sensitive flesh.  She tried to adjust it to stop the annoying sensation, but then gasped as her own hands, which were now shorter with thin fingers.  Her hair was also bothering her as it was sliding back up into her scalp while any pubic hair was becoming itchy and bothersome.  She began to squirm and shift as her body was agitated and sensitive at her younger age.  All three of the Sorceresses now looked to be no older than fifteen and poor Iria was barely thirteen.

Just then she heard a laugh and turned back to see Laina approaching them.  She was still growing slowly, her body tall and full like a human at age twenty.  She let her large overcoat fall down behind her and stepped towards them with a mature confident sway in her hips.  Her normally oversized clothing was now tight fitting on her body, her tall boots giving her a stern appearance while her small dress hung down just barely covering her thighsHer long arms and legs stretched out of her clothing, revealing that her body was now wonderfully proportioned and almost perfect.  Her eyes were narrow and sensual now, her face like carved alabaster and her platinum hair hung down past her attractive ass.  As she reached them she put her left hand on her hip and smiled down at the shrinking little villains.

“My, Miss Verona, your little boobies are SO small at this age.”  She said, allowing her own to bounce slightly.  “It’s like looking at little bits of cake dough on a FLAT counter.”  Verona stared her face burning red with embarrassment.  Not only were Laina’s as big as hers normally were, but Verona was now so short that they actually bounced just over the top of her head.  She tried not to look at them, but Laina actually bent forward and pressed them together in front of her.

“Y-You tricked us!”  Verona growled, her head still sinking lower beneath Laina’s bust.

“Are you really surprised?”  Laina said with a frown.  “You were going to kill me you little brats!”

“I still can you elf-bitch!” Verona yelled and raised her dagger again. 

Like a striking cobra, Laina slapped her hand holding the dagger, sending it flying across the room.  Verona wailed and grabbed her hand, eyes wide in surprise.  She looked up to glare at Laina but the “not so little elf” was actually right in her face making her gasp and stumble backwards.  Verona was around thirteen now and tripped over her skirt which was piled up beneath her, landing on the floor with a yelp.  Laina leaned down over the shocked teenager, the shadows of the room making her appear menacing to the shrinking preteen.

“No.  You aren’t hurting anyone ever again!”  Laina said her voice so mature and convicted that little Verona began to shake in fear.  Laina hauled her up by her thin arm, and turned her around to face the other stunned sorceresses.  Laina reached down and pulled the back of Verona’s purple dress up high, holding it in one hand to expose the squirming sorceress’ bare butt.  Verona blushed hard as she never wore panties, and her skinny bottom was now bare and cold.  She saw what was coming and tried to escape, but now she was barely twelve and very skinny.  Laina laid into Verona, spanking her with sharp whipping motions of her hand and a loud smacking sound with each hit.  Verona began to cry and wail, flailing her arms and trying to kick her way free.

Avalia stomped on her skinny legs towards Laina.  “HEY!  Don’t hit Verona you elf butt-head!”  She was just a small tomboy now, with her brown hair beginning to curl a bit as it neared the top of her head.

“Yeah!  You better stop or else!”  Iria added as she crossed her chubby arms to look serious.  She was a ten year old or close to it at least, barely three feet tall and very adorable in spite of her chubby shape.  Her hair was a mess of curls and her little face puckered up as she glared at Laina.

Laina paused mid-spank as Verona sobbed, holding her hand aloft and glaring her rich blue eyes down at the duo.  Her face clearly invited another challenge with the promise of a thorough spanking for anyone who dared talk back to her.  Both Avalia and Iria stepped back and lowered their heads, averting their gaze and pretending they had said nothing.  Verona stared wide eyed at her two companions, who after herself were some of the most dangerous sorceresses this land had ever seen. 

“Really?  That’s all the fight you two have?  HELP ME! AH!”  Verona yelled in a girlish voice as a final smack landed on her bare butt.  She began to whimper and tried to bite her lip to keep from sobbing.  Laina released her, and let her run towards her friends holding her sore bottom.  She ran up and began to shuffle her feet in place mumbling.  “Owie! Owie!”

Avalia chuckled at the sight of her dancing in place, causing Verona to somehow turn even redder.  She slapped Avalia across the face with her palm, making Avalia whine and cover her cheek.  “It’s not funny Avy!”  Verona barked her voice petulant and high.

Avalia suddenly inhaled sharply.  “Y-you promised never to call me Avy!  It’s embarrassing!” 

Verona slapped at her again.  “What are you whining about?  Your momma used to call you that!”

Avalia started swatting back at Verona’s hands.  “She called me that when I was a baby!”

Verona laughed and kicked a short nine year old leg into Avalia’s shin, causing her to jump up and down and hold her injury.  “Well you’re going to be a baby in a minute so I’m calling you Avy again!  AVY!  AVY! AVY!  AAAAAAAVVVVVVY!!!”  She began to tease loudly. 

Avalia gasped and shoved Verona with her long arms.  Verona almost fell out of her huge dress, her body still growing younger by the second.  Her top slid down to her waist and Avalia pointed with a laugh.  “Ha ha!  Your boobies are gone!”  Verona was grinding her teeth as Avalia pointed to her chest.  NO BOOBS!  NO BREASTS!  Verona has a flat chest!” She chimed with a sneer.  Iria giggled softly at this, covering her mouth mischievously. She was short for her age now, and was standing with her dress held up by her pudgy arms.  She was super adorable, with the most pinch-able fat cheeks. Her giggle was high and she hopped a bit as she watched.

“Oh yeah!”  Verona snarled.  She reached over and pulled Avalia back by her skirt, causing it to tear and reveal her flat pale butt.  “Well your butt looks like a little boys Avy!”  Avalia was seething now, and even more horrified when seven year old Iria began to laugh and joining in Verona’s mocking.

Tom-boy!  Tom-Boy!  What a butt, OH BOY!”  They both began to chant as Avalia finally snapped.  She shoved little Iria, throwing her back onto her butt, before grabbing a fistful of Verona’s short hair and wrenching it.  Verona returned the favor and both girls began to fight an undignified battle, pulling hair and throwing childish taunts.  Having fallen hard on her six year old bottom, little Iria began to sob and rub her tear filled eyes.  As her companions continued battling each other she reached over and began to eat big globs of honey from the fallen jar, seeking the sweet food as a form of comfort.  Soon her face was smeared with it and she was still getting younger, looking like a messy and fat toddler. 

Laina however was now beyond stunning, and she took a moment to glance at her reflection in a silver pot that hung from the wall.  She was amazingly perfect, her body now as balanced an hourglass shape as Verona had possessed.  Her hips and butt would have rivaled Avalia’s perfect set, and her breasts while not as big as Iria’s were almost as impressive.  She ran her hands through her long hair and actually chuckled. 

“Wow!  I’m so pretty at this age.”  She then blushed and covered her chest and stomach.  “I’m also sexy…  That’s a weird feeling from being “Little Laina.”  She allowed a smile.  “Maybe from now on I can be “Laina the mighty!” or something like that instead!”  She laughed to herself, enjoying her pun as a sudden crack of air filled the room and the door split apart in a blast.  She looked over her shoulder as Marko charged in through the broken door, staff raised and his eyebrows looking more pronounced than normal. 

“Alright Verona Sardi!  I’m on to you!  Unhand my apprentice you witches or else!”  He demanded loudly.  However he stopped as he saw the three little sorceresses on the floor as toddlers, Verona and Avalia still fighting each other.  He looked up and saw Laina staring at her reflection, a surprised look on her face.

“Teacher!”  She cheered, and ran towards him, throwing her arms around him.  “I knew you’d come to save me!”

“Save you?  Uh… What in the three heavens is happening in here!?  Who are you?”  He asked rubbing his beard and trying not to blush at the sexy young lady hugging him.

“Teacher it’s me!  Laina!”  She said looking him in the eye.

He furrowed his brow and stared at her a moment before his eyes widened.  “It is you…”  He almost whispered.  “B-b-but!  You’re so… so…”

She grinned.  “Sexy?” 

He twisted his lips awkwardly.  “Well I was going to say tall but that works too…”  He examined her before shaking his head and sputtering.  “Either way, you’re not so “little Laina” anymore.”  He looked to the sorceresses and then back at Laina.  “How did you do this?  I mean, these three are terribly dangerous… normally.”

Laina laughed.  “They couldn’t see my ears under my hat!  They activated a youth curse but didn’t realize I was an elf!” 

His mouth fell open and he chuckled loudly.  “That’s hilarious!  Their curse worked against them!”  He then cocked his head as he thought.  “Well they surely must have realized their mistake when they became teenagers.  How did you stop them from canceling the curse?’  Laina explained her use of the spell to destroy the ingredients and by the time she was done Marko was laughing so hard he had to sit down.  “Oh my dear Laina!  You’ve made an old man proud!  Well played.”

“Dis idn’t ovoo yoo foos!”  A tiny voice squeaked.

Marko stood and stepped next to Laina as they looked down at the trio.  Iria was now a round little pink baby, sitting atop her dress and flapping her honey covered hands playfully.  Her hair was short and thin, allowing her scalp to show through the little strands,and her cheeks were extremely chubby.  Beside her Avalia was a tiny little girl, barely a year old and standing on her wobbly legs.  She had her thumb in her mouth and was holding her ear as she continued to grow smaller and smaller.  In front of them was little Verona, around the same age and holding a fold of her dress over her body.  Her legs and arms were pudgy too and her tiny stomach stuck out into a cute little pot belly.  She had a tangled mop of dark hair on her head, and she was sobbing angrily.

“Wen… wen I gwo up ima get you waina!”  She said her little voice breaking as she sobbed.  She pointed a tiny finger at Laina and pursed her lips in determination as she started having trouble standing.  “I hun yoo doon an kiww yoo.”  She lisped through her toothless mouth.

Behind her Avalia was becoming a newborn and fell back onto her butt with a loud wail.  Her little legs shifted inward, and she began to cry loudly while kicking her feet.  Next to her Iria was already a happy sleeping newborn, barely any hair on her head and her thumb in her mouth.  She was sucking loudly on it, as Avalia finally became a small newborn herself.

Verona was still having trouble standing but she kept waving her little fist at Laina.  “Yoo… yoo pay fo dis!”

Laina lowered the small pot down so Verona could see her own reflection in it, causing her to gasp.  She spoke slowly to Verona who kept her gaze locked onto the reflection and the ultimate mortification for such a vain selfish woman.  “No Verona.  You’re a baby now, and once you are a newborn my teacher will make sure your old memories go away.”  Verona fell onto her butt, wide eyed and her mouth open as she saw how tiny and pathetic she had become.  “You’ll be a real baby again and start over from nothing, relying on the kindness of others.”  Verona started to shriek and cry as she lost the ability to keep herself up and fell onto her belly.  Her legs began to kick behind her butt as little folds of baby fat appeared on it.  “Never to hurt anyone ever again, so shut up and turn into a newborn already!” Laina said with finality.

Verona finally became a small newborn, her little legs shifting under her lower body, and her tiny butt sticking up into the air.  She began to cry in a long shrill sound only a newborn could muster.  In a final indignity she lost control over her bladder and made a mess of her old mink dress.   The spell finally stopped its progress, leaving the room with three newborn babies, an old wizard and a sexy young elf.

Laina stood up and smiled in triumph.  “Evil undoes itself!  Isn’t that right teacher?”

He was smiling broadly, disbelief on his face at what he had seen here today.   “Glad to see you learned your lessons so well.”

“Well I have a good teacher.”  She said happily.  “So what now?”

“Well…” he considered the issue.  “I could restore you to normal age if you wanted me too.  It would only take a few days to reverse the spell.”

She was quiet and looked down at herself.  She was an elf and would live for centuries, so even if she had just gained a few she had time to reverse it later.  “Hmm… No.”  She said sternly.  “I think I like it like this!”

He tried not to smile.  “Well… I like the view like this too.”  He muttered quietly.

“Don’t be creepy!”  She yelled slapping his arm.

“OW!  That hurts more with you like this you know!”  She crossed her arms and smirked at him.  “Ok!  Ok!  It’s your life.  If you want to stay tall and sexy who am I to argue?”

She nodded, but then looked to the three bawling sorceresses.  “What about them?  Do we leave them here or give them to the authorities?”

“Bah!  Of course not!”  He waved his hand.  “We’ll let them keep their memories for a few more months as we take care of them at the Academy.  Feeding them, burping them, diapering them, wiping their bottoms, and bathing them in small tubs.  You know that sort of humiliating experience only an adult trapped as a baby would be able to appreciate.”  He laughed as all three babies looked horrified at this.  “Then once they’ve been properly punished, we can erase their minds and raise them to be good wizards.  Teach them to help people to make up for killing so many.”  All three babies began to throw tantrums and cry louder as Marko laughed.

Laina liked the idea, finding it fitting and the babies adorable.  “So who is going to raise them?” She asked curiously

“Oh well I think my own apprentice needs to take on a few of her own.”  He said putting a hand on her shoulder.  “I think you are mature enough now.”

“Me?  You want me to be their teacher?”  She asked, her face turning red as she was overwhelmed by the thought.

“Of course!  You’ll do fine.”  He said walking over to grab her fallen overcoat and handing it to her.  “All wizards at the academy raise a few. I raised plenty of apprentices from babies to adults, including you my dear.  Besides… I’m too old to change diapers.”  He gave her a sleazy look and smirked.  “Although… if you wanted to put on one looking like you do now and pretend you needed changing, I wouldn’t mind…”

She slugged him in the arm, and he groaned.  “YOU ARE A CREEP!”  For a moment she kept hitting him until he finally managed to escape her attack by running around the fire pit.  She stood across the room from him with her arms crossed.

“Fine!  I’m sorry!  I was just making a joke!”  She shook her head and he swallowed, fixing his beard and robes back to normal.  Finally he looked to her, his serious expression returned.  “Well?  Will you do it?”

She looked to him, then the sobbing babies before finally nodding.  “Yes!  I can do it and I promise to make sure they are good girls this time!”  He nodded approvingly and she blushed again.  She grinned excited by her accomplishment and went to put her overcoat back on. 

“Seriously though Laina…”  He said with a somber expression on his old features.  He actually looked softer than before and he smiled with a tear in his eye.  “You just managed to do what the entire Academy failed to do when I was just a teen myself.  What my own teacher failed to do at the cost of his life.”  She looked at him, surprised by his serious tone as he bowed his head to her.  “I was afraid for you, but now I see you are becoming a true wizard after all.  On behalf of the Academy, I thank you and from henceforth shall call you Laina the hero!”

She smiled at the warm gesture, before wrinkling her nose a bit.  “No… I think I have a name picked out!”

He raised one eyebrow expectantly.  “OH…?  What name would that be?”

“I’m no longer Little Laina.”  She threw her hat back atop her head with a flourish.  “I’m Laina to Lore-Master!”  She announced confidently.

Silence descended on the room as Marko just stared at her.  “That’s a terrible name.”

“Wha-?  Why?” She asked, somewhat deflated.

He let a huge toothy smile come over his face.  “How about Leggy Laina?”

‘S-shut up, you creepy old man!” She said as he began to laugh.  “It’s Lore-Master!  That’s the end of the discussion!”

He sighed and nodded.  “Alright.  Lore-Master it is!”

END

 

 

 

Be Careful Who You Curse Part 2
Part 2 of my 4th commission.  The commissioner had a great idea, and I had fun writing this one.  He/She requested to remain anonymous, but thank you again for your idea and commission!

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By: Klatuk4u

Medriga, the forest that covered the land between the tall spires of castle Rur’Tal and the city of Nidee was an old and deep.  It was filled with trees that rose up as tall as castle towers and nearly as thick.  Moss hung from looming gnarled branches, while the ground was thick with ferns and fallen trees from forest fires so ancient that they were covered by new growth.  Mist hung in the air, fog flowed over deep cool creeks, and dew dripped from everything green.  Even in the summer the forest was cool and damp, while at night it was a dark maze even the brave tried to avoid. The forest was an impenetrable claustrophobic place, where an individual would be lost in seconds, and armies could never hope to move through at any reasonable pace.

The only way through was one of the three roads, made by the ancient wizards who founded the magical castle at Rur’Tal.  The roads were dry, safe and wide enough that individuals could camp right on the road without blocking the path.  This way no one risked being lost while finding a camp ground.  In fact leaving the path and losing sight of it was tantamount to committing suicide as few ever found their way back.  Each road was barely thirty miles long and could be passed quickly provided the fog was thin, or there was no snow.  The central road was the quickest, cutting through the narrow part of the forest in a straight line to the coastal town of Rile.  The southern road lead to the badlands and only adventurers and treasure seekers went down that dark path into the ash lands.  The third northern road was a winding and dark one, which cut through the deepest part of the forest.  This path while dangerous and winding lead to the trading center city of Nidee where the local governor lived.

It was a trip to see the governor that found the wizard known as Marko the Magnanimous and his young apprentice Laina out on the northern road.  To most who met Marko, he seemed tall for a two hundred year old man.  He was skinny as a post with a long pointed nose, a narrow lined face and a narrow white beard.  He wore a deep blue robe, a yellow sash, matching yellow shoes, a high red collar and was bald with the bushiest eyebrows most people had ever seen.  Laina would always joke with her mentor that his eyebrows reminded her of a cranky owl, to which he would chuckle graciously before worrying to himself that he was getting old.  He was a grumpy sort of man if you didn’t know him, but kind hearted and he enjoyed teaching magic to the students.  Laina was his favorite and he chose her from a hundred more experienced mages to be his apprentice.

Laina was the opposite of the old wizard as she was a thin and skinny young girl with platinum hair.  Her eyes were a crystal blue, her skin was pale and she had an infectious but shy smile.  She wore big brown boots that were too large for her, a long overcoat which almost covered her hands with sleeves, and a tall wide rimmed and pointed hat.  Underneath all this she wore a simple tan colored dress with a leather belt, which went down to her shins and kept her warm.  Between the high collar of her overcoat when buttoned and her wide rimed hat only her little nose and eyes often seemed to peek out, while strands of her platinum hair dangled over her face.  As she followed him she had a large sack over her shoulder half as big as she was and she seemed to lean back a bit with every step as if about to fall.  It looked heavy and poor little Laina was grunting mildly as she lugged it.

Marko grumbled and looked back at her.  “Please try to keep up my dear!  Also don’t drop any of those books!”  He scolded.

Laina gave a nervous chuckle followed by a mild grunt.  “Yes teacher… I won’t!”  She then groaned a bit more and tried to catch up.  “Uh… teacher?  May I ask a question?”  She said in her small voice.

He laughed.  “You just did!”  He began to snicker at his clever quip, while she just furrowed her brow at him.  Seeing her lack of amusement at is joke he collected himself with a snort.  “Hmph… No sense of humor I tell you.”  He sighed.  “Yes of course my dear, what is your question?”   

She finally caught up and set the sack down with a growl.  She wiped sweat from her face and frowned.  “Why did you insist I carry all these books with us?  I mean, this is almost a tenth of your library?”

He grinned and ran his fingers through his beard.  “Because my dear, the Governor has a bad habit of asking for favors without telling the Academy what they are.”  He sat down on a log near the road and began to fish a muffin from his pouch.  “This way we bring all the books we might need, so we don’t have to go back and fetch any of them.”  He took a bite, filling his beard with crumbs.

She nodded, understanding the logic in this.  “Then, why not bring a horse to carry them?”

He spit some crumbs out as he laughed.  “Why bring a horse, when I have a young apprentice to carry them?”  He finished the muffin with a smile of delight.  He then took his staff and tapped her legs softly with it.  “Those little saplings of yours might be small, but they are sturdy!”

She gasped a bit, her little face going red with frustration.  “Y-you mean I have to carry these all the way, just because I’m your apprentice!?”

He chuckled, wiping the last of the crumbs from his beard. “Yes my dear!”

“That’s not fair!  I’m too small for this!”  She squeaked, waving her arms out for emphasis.

He wagged a long bony finger at her “So?  I'm your teacher, and I say you carry them!”  He grinned and looked at her over the top of his glasses.

She huffed and crossed her arms angrily, sticking her lip out in a pout.  “That’s unfair…”

“Life is not fair my sweet young friend.”  He said standing, and gesturing to the road.  “Come along then!  We’ve a long way to go.”

She exhaled and looked down at the ground.  She then blinked, remembering something. “Well… can I at least cast that light weight spell you taught me to make it easier to carry?” 

He smiled and turned around, bending forward to look her in the eye.  He had that expression he always had on his face when he had just taught her a lesson that she didn’t realize she was being taught.  “I don’t know little Laina… can you?”  He then let his teeth show in a wide grin.

She opened her mouth a second and then shut it with a huff.  She puffed her cheeks as she was slightly embarrassed. “You were trying to get me to use that spell all along. Is that it?”

He shook his head.  “No.  I was trying to teach you to solve problems with all your wits!  Did it work?”  He said, cocking his head to one side.

Laina smiled at his strange but kind way of teaching and faced the sack. She closed her eyes and recited the words to the spell.  There was a pop in the air like a big wet bubble bursting and the sack suddenly shifted a bit.  She plucked the bag up and smiled as it now weighed no more than a single book.  She looked back to him, her face proud and happy.  “Yes I can.”  She then blushed a bit.  “Did I do well?”

He smiled and tussled the tip of her pointy hat.  “My sweet little Laina… you always do!  Come along now, we have a long way to go before we camp!

“Yes teacher!”  She said with a broad smile, before rushing up alongside him and humming happily.  Soon he was laughing and humming along with her.

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The evening air was cold as the pair began to set up their camp on the side of the road.  They had passed several other travelers an hour earlier, but they had insisted on moving on rather than set up camp with Marko and Laina.  Usually as the sun set in the forest, most people banded together for safety as there were many creatures in the deep woods.  Bears and wolves were common, but other more dangerous creatures dwelt in the forest and would prey on travelers.  Elder Owls as big as man is tall would often snatch small children to devour later in their nest.  Stone Toads could eat a horse and lone travelers were easy prey if they failed to ignore the low croak or dank smell of the beasts.  Also there were always stories of the dead travelers wandering the forests, cursed in death to search for the exit from the forest that they could not find in life.

Laina was considering these things when she sat down near the fire and began to eat her dinner.  Her eyes darted back and forth as the fire cast long shadows over the empty dirt road and the trees seemed to shiver in the light from the flames.  She tried to focus and eat her food without being scared, but she was not used to these woods.  The Academy was located near a small wood of oak and aspen trees and she often played in there when not studying.  That forest was warm and safe, but this was different and she didn’t like it.  She always felt like eyes were on her from the darkness that hung just off the road in the fire light.

“Don’t worry.”  Marko grumbled as he lay back onto the sack of books and supplies.  “We’re fine as long as we stay on the road.”  He yawned and began to close his eyes.  “Besides.  You’re with Marko the Magnanimous!  No one is going to risk getting turned into a newt just to rob or eat a skinny little bean pole like you.”

She stuck her tongue out at him and he returned the gesture before closing his eyes.  She returned to eating, but as a new feeling began to stir inside her she realized she had another problem.  “Teacher…?”

He sighed.  “Yes Little Laina?”

She fidgeted a bit.  “I need to pee.”

He snorted.  “So?  I don’t need to teach you how to do that do I?”  He chuckled.  “I mean, I changed your diapers enough when you first arrived at the Academy with your mother, didn’t I?  I'm sure you can do that by yourself now.”

She pursed her lips in embarrassment and swatted him with her long sleeve, causing him to laugh and cover his face.  “You promised you wouldn’t tease me with that anymore!”  She whined.

He laughed again and then waved his hand.  “Yes I did promise.  Y-you’re just too damn cute when you're embarrassed.”  She was frowning again and he sighed.  “Ok, I’m sorry.  If you need to pee, just do it.”

She went a little stiff with that.  “You mean pee right here in the road?”

He nodded.  “Unless you feel like being a morsel for a Stone toad, then you better stay close to the fire.”

“B-b-but, you’re right here!  That’s embarrassing!”  She stammered, rising up and clenching her fists at her side.  “I can’t do it in front of you!”

He gave her a funny look.  “My dear, I am a great wizard!  I can turn stone to gold!  I am the advisor to kings and governors.  I have better things to do besides watch my apprentice pee in the dirt!”  Then he smiled as he put his head back on the sac and closed his eyes.  “Besides.  It’s not like I didn’t used to bathe and change you as a baby. I have seen everything you have already.”

“Yoooooou… creepy old owl!”  She snarled and began to pound on his arm with her tiny fists, as he tried to fend her off while laughing.  “You better not peek!”

“Why on earth would I peek!?”  He said genuinely offended. 

She stomped off towards the edge of the road behind him.  “I mean it!”  Despite her intelligence, Laina was still sensitive and shy, so even the thought of him being nearby as she relieved herself was unbearable.  She looked around wishing for something to hide behind, but he had warned her that the fire would bring things close and stepping out of the light could be dangerous.

A thought dawned on her.  That creepy old owl of a man was trying to teach her to think of solutions again.  After she came up with a way to conceal herself he would be there grinning at her and asking if she had learned his lesson.  She smirked and considered this, deciding to prove she was learning to think.

“Ok.  How can I hide myself…”  She saw a small shrub growing on the edge of the road and realized she could use it as cover.  She stood over it and cast a temporary growing spell she had learned as a little girl.  When she first learned it she had used it on a tiny little pill bug, which after becoming as big as a cow had eaten half of the books in the scribe’s workshop.  It had scared the poor headmistress and sincerely angered the scribes, forcing Marko to apologize for weeks.  She realized that had not been her best moment, but this would work better.  The shrub grew slowly until it was just large enough for her to sit behind and do her business.  She smiled, encouraged by how easy that solution was.

A few moments later she had relieved herself with a loud sigh, as she had been waiting all day and stood up to return to the fire.  Standing up she saw a strange sight before her.  A shadow was lying on the ground at her feet like a big hole in the ground, but it wiggled and distorted with the moving flames of the fire pit.  She blinked and watched, realizing it was not a hole, but there was nothing there to cast a shadow.  It was just a strange dark spot where none should have been.  A dry hiss of air came up from it like a breath and Laina stepped back a bit.  She was fortunate she had just relieved her bladder because had she not, what happened next would have made her do so for sure.

Two shadows like hands but flat on the ground shot out from the hole and reached out for her shadow which was falling towards the hole.  They were skeletal in shape and struck like lightning, lancing out and seizing her shadow.  As they grabbed her shadow she could feel cold hands on her body and let out a tiny yelp of fear.  With incredible speed she was pulled down towards the circular shadow, falling into it as if it were a hole and blacking out from a feeling of falling and extreme cold.  The shadow shrank inwards like a closing mouth until it was just a small black spot, and shot into the darkness like a scurrying mouse.

“What was that?”  Marko grumbled as he sat up.  He looked around and frowned.  “Laina?”

The only answer was the chirping of crickets and the soft rush of a night breeze.

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Laina had a terrible dream.  She had dreamt she was falling through the air until she landed on a hard wooden floor.  Then she had brief flashes of a strange place.  She saw tall ornate but decrepit walls with peeling paint.  She could see dust and webs on old wooden furniture in dark rooms. All the while she could hear an old snarky voice grumbling and barking at people she could not see and she felt her body being held aloft by a several sets of hands.  Finally she began to come to, only to see she was not dreaming, but actually somewhere she had never seen before.  It was an old manor filled with dusty rotten furniture and broken walls. The floorboards were broken in places and shafts of pale moonlight were highlighted by floating dust that hung like fairy dust.

She tried to move, but realized she was restrained by two iron locks on her wrists with chains climbing up to the ceiling. She began to look around, seeing the glow of many candles and a fire pit, allowing her to examine her surroundings.  She was in an old kitchen of some sort, with a big pot in the center of the room over the fire pit.  Many vials and containers held all manner of weird and strange looking objects, more than she could count or identify.  She saw eyeballs in jars, fairies flitting about in jugs, liquids of various colors and parts of animals like crow’s feet and lizard tails.  It dawned on her that she was in the lair of a witch or sorceress, as only they would keep such disgusting ingredients.  Then she heard a soft dry chuckle and she knew she was not alone.  A figure slowly approached and stood before her in the gloom.  Soon another taller and thinner figure and a shorter fatter figure came up behind the first. 

All three were old and withered woman, their skin wrinkled and their hair gray.  They each wore what would have been beautiful, expensive and revealing dresses but they were tattered and torn with age.  This showed more of their older forms than was decent, and Laina tried not to look too closely.  The first one she had seen had her hair up in a ragged bun while wearing a long purple dress with rotted mink trim, which Laina thought resembled a queen’s.  The taller one wore her gray hair in a long ponytail down her back, while she had a tight red dress that looked like it had been a dancer’s with sagging folds around her bony hips.  The shorter and fatter one had a light blue dress which was designed to show her cleavage, but was stretched tightly around her midsection and hung down her chest almost to her nipples.  The tall one had foggy spectacles and adjusted them to look at her, while the shorter chubby one clattered about with a walking stick.

“What a pretty little girl!” The first crooned in an old voice and she leaned down to look in Laina’s eyes.  “So young and pleasant to look at.  What’s your name sweetheart?”

Laina remembered Marko’s instructions in the matter.  “If you give a witch your real name, you better kill her, or she can curse your family for generations!  Give her a fake name, as you would a dragon and act like you are cooperating out of fear or they will have no choice but to torture you!”

Laina swallowed hard, not having to feign fear as she was scared already.  “My name is… my name is… Allie.”  She stammered.

“That’s a stupid name for a girl!”  The tall one said in a snarky tone, her eyes mildly crossed and amplified by the angle of her spectacles.  “Sounds like Alley.  Makes me think of gross things like… lepers and beggars!”

The chubby one giggled and tapped her cane on the ground, her voice higher and goofier like a giddy grandmother’s.  “I don’t know Avalia!  I think it’s adorable!  Look at her cute big boots and hat!  A regular little witch she is!”  She leaned down and smiled a grin at Laina, which was all gums and no teeth.  “I could just eat you up, my precious!”  Naturally Laina grimaced at this unpleasant thought.

The one in the purple dress sighed, and knocked the chubby one on the head with her bony balled up fist.  “I’ve no doubt you could Iria!  You manage to eat everything else!”  She hissed. 

Iria moaned and covered her head.  “Owwwwwwwwww!  Verona, don’t hit me!”  She rubbed her short gray hair and fussed about, whimpering for a second.  “That’s no fair!  I don’t eat that much…”  She said with a sad expression on her pudgy face. 

Avalia snorted.  “What do you mean!?  You ate all of our tadpoles in a casserole!”

“They were delicious!”  Iria argued, waving her walking stick.

Avalia had to bend down to get in her face.  “They were ingredients to make a cure for that cold I had!  You ate ingredients for a spell you fat turd!”

“Moldy old twig!”  Iria yelled back.

“ENOUGH!”  Verona screamed and her voice seemed to hiss and screech like a demon’s.  Both the other sorceresses stumbled back and looked sacred.  Verona relaxed and breathed slowly.  “Ladies…”  She said glaring at them with cold eyes.  “Tonight is a special night for us!  We are going to be young and beautiful again!  So let’s not spoil it with fighting and bickering alright?”  Her voice became calm again, and it was obvious to Laina that this woman was the boss.  Something else stirred in her mind.  Verona’s name seemed familiar, but she could not remember from where.

Both of the others nodded, hanging their heads.  ‘Yes Verona…”  They said sadly.

Verona turned back and clapped her hands.  “Well then ladies let’s get the potion ready for the transfer curse!  We shouldn’t keep our young little friend waiting.”  She looked back to Laina with a grin of yellow teeth.  “She is going to need to rest when we are done with her…”  She then chuckled in a menacing growl which made Laina tremble.

The other two exchanged an excited glance before nodding and rushing to work.  They hurried about, grabbing ingredients and dropping them into the pot over the fire pit.  Newt legs, bat backs, silver mercury, locks of hair, dog claws and a multitude of terrible things were hurriedly dropped in causing the liquid inside to boil and spatter like bacon grease.  A terrible odor filled the room like burning hair and meat, a smell almost as bad as the time Marko had burned the meat pie he had promised to make Laina for dinner.  Laina wished he was there, hoping he would come and rescue her and began to look around for a way to escape.  Above the fire pit she suddenly noticed a strange device in the form of a silver sculpture of a wyvern with a bleeding heart in its mouth.  Her mind froze as she recognized it from somewhere.

“Do you like it?  It’s my family crest.”  Verona said with a proud smile.  “It’s a little dusty I admit.  We’ve fallen on hard times lately.  What little we have doesn’t go very far, and the rest Iria eats up.”

“S-shut up!”  Iria growled.

Laina studied the symbol, her mind racing through her lessons until it hit her like a brick to the temple.  She remembered Marko telling her about a trio of sorceresses who once ruled in the northern hills that bordered the forest. On several occasions they had kidnapped young women and stolen their youth to restore their bodies back to younger states.  This left the victim as withered old women who died shortly after.  They had been defeated by the wizards of Rur’Tal castle and their artifacts were locked into the vaults.  Marko had even been in that battle when he was only a lowly fifteen year old apprentice.  Laina had been shown a crown of twisted silver in the vault, which Marko had claimed belonged to the leader of these foul sorceresses.  It had been topped with a bleeding heart in a wyvern’s jaws.

“You…”  Laina whispered.

Verona looked to Laina, her violet eyes glinting like a wolves.  “Eh?  What is it child?”

“You’re Verona Sardi!”  Laina hissed.  The sorceresses had been the enemies of the Wizard Academy, and now that she knew who they were anger replaced fear in Laina.  “You’re those sorceress traitors who used to torture elves and drain youth from women to keep yourselves alive!  Aren’t you!?”

Verona grinned and clapped her hands.  “I knew you were from the order, but I doubted they still remembered us.”  She laughed and looked back to Avalia.  “Isn’t it nice that they still teach their brats about us?”

“I’m flattered!  To think we were so scary they would remember us!”  She cackled as she threw a raccoon tails into the pot.

Iria giggled as she poured a glob of golden honey into the pot, while occasionally licking some from the upturned jar.  “Well we still owe them for destroying our little kingdom.”  She laughed louder.  “That does make me feel flattered!”

Avalia shook her head.  “No Iria I said flatter. You're just fatter either way!”  Iria stuck her tongue out and continued her work.

Verona walked up and peeked between Laina’s rim and collar to look into her eyes.  “You’re right we are the Sardi clan.  We’re back from our exile and here to stay.” She flicked Laina’s nose with a sharp fingernail making the poor girl wail and pulled her hat rim down over her face with a bully like tug.  She stepped away from Laina and stood over the pot as a glowing red mist began to rise from the bubbling concoction.  “We’ve been looking for another young girl to steal the youth from, and the pickings have been slim.  That is until we found you…”

Avalia laughed.  “Normal girls cannot give us enough youth to stay young.  They dry up so quickly it’s like getting juice from a single apple!”  Her face was now twisted and sharp as she grinned.

Iria chuckled, and it was a thick evil sound.  “However wizard girls have enough magic in them to feed the spell and make all three of us young and powerful!”

Laina gasped as she realized what they intended to do to her.  “You… Y-you won’t get away with this!  My teacher will punish you for this!  She tried to sound tough, but could feel fear welling up in her chest.

Verona just sneered before she began to cackle, and the other three followed her lead.  “The spell has already been cast my dear…”  Verona eyes begin to glow.  “By the time he gets here the three of us will be beautiful, young and strong!  More than powerful enough to handle that old bag of bones you call a teacher.”

The red mist was now rising from the pot like a snake and slowly moving through the air towards Laina.  She whimpered and struggled trying to free herself, but it was no use.  The three were watching with a lustful excitement as the mist flew down and shot into Laina’s nostrils and mouth.  She tried to stop it, but she could only groan in pain as a heat filled her body and caused her to kick and jerk. Her eyes began to glow and she felt heat start to burn in her chest while her limbs grew heavy.

Verona threw her arms out wide and laughed.  “That’s right!  Give me your youth my pretty one!”

Concluded in Part 2

Be Careful Who You Curse Part 1
Part 1 of my fourth commission.  The commissioner had a great idea, and I had fun writing this one.  He/She requested to remain anonymous, but thank you again for your idea and commission!

ALSO, This title may have been used by someone else, I cannot remember

As always this is an Age Regression story, so if that's not your thing please just don't read it.

I DO NOT take requests so please do not ask.  The answer will be a polite but firm no.  Trades I am cool with, but that's on a case by case basis
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Been keeping busy.  For those of you who are curious I am still working on my scifi trilogy's final part and another story for Diana alongside commissions.  Also for those of you reading my work or following me, I have received a few questions and figured I would comment on them.

The first question I get is “Do you only write AR?” and the answer is, for this account yes that is my focus.  I try to keep any serious writing or other work separate.  Not that I don’t enjoy AR/AP and other stuff, but it’s just easier to be separate.

Answering the second question I admit that I have a weakness for sexy bad girls in stories, and particularly like to see them regressed as punishment.   Some of my favorite bad ladies are Artemisia from 300 Rise of an Empire, (cuz Eva Green is awesome!), Airachnid from Transformers Prime (cuz Gina Torres is awesome!), and Miranda Richardson who was SCARY awesome in both Sleepy Hollow and Chicken Run (Especially as Ms. Tweedy)!  Also with mild embarrassment I admit I am a big Maleficent fan (I like the animated one not the Jolie one) and Queen Beryl from Sailor Moon was always pretty cool.

The third question I get A LOT is “Can I have/make/suggest a request?” and the answer is still no.  Sorry but now that I have had some people pay for their stories it’s unfair to give others free ones.  It’s nothing personal but when it comes to working on an idea, motivation on my part is an important component in how fast it’s finished or how excited I am for it.  So if I really like the idea (which I REALLY liked the idea for Be Careful Who You Curse) or if I am familiar with a series then I go faster and enjoy the work.  I have been approached with a few ideas for stories based on series like Attack on Titan and RWBY but I am not familiar with the series so doing them is more a burden than fun (sorry again to those who inquired).  Other times there are series that I have nothing against but just don’t have any interest in like DR. Who, Halo, or Game of Thrones (AGAIN, nothing personal, just not my thing).

So considering that it might help people who are interested in getting a commission, I guess I could name a few interests of mine for those who are curious about whether I will take an idea.  I like all kinds of stuff so this may be a jumbled mess but these are topics I could see AR/AP working for (as I doubt my favorite movie Hunt for Red October would make an interesting AR story lol). 

Star Trek, Warhammer (40k and fantasy),

ANYTHING with Tolkien or C.S. Lewis

Persona 2-4, Final Fantasy 1 through 6 and then 9 and 12 and Final Fantasy Tactics (PSone not advanced)

Star Wars

Any Marvel stuff with the exception of X-Men/Deadpool (that one IS personal…)

I am a tremendous Godzilla/Toho nut and I love king Kong (all versions)

Universals Monster films are great

Lotsa different animes like DBZ (Are you a Yoshi?), Moon Phase, Rahxephon, Record of Lodoss War, Blue Seed, Blue Gender, Birdy the Mighty so yeah… lotsa random stuff

Pretty much any Nintendo characters (well... not really animal crossing)

Though these don’t  cover everything so you can always ask lol.

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NormalDeviant Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks for watching!
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klatuk4u Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2015
Lol I was watching before, and I am not sure why I ever was not.  You are one of my favs!
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darksand Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the watch!
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klatuk4u Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2015
No prob!  I really like your vore style!
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darksand Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
^_^
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stormnorm299 Featured By Owner May 28, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for watching buddy :)
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Danimarion Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you for the watch. :)
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klatuk4u Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2015
Thank you for the cool art!
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Midnight-maid Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
kudos for commissioning sheeva art, need more sheeva ^^
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klatuk4u Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2015
YES!   MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAR!!!


... sorry...  got excited.  But seriously, thanks!  She is one of my favs.
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