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Rebecca opened the door to silence. No response from her roommate, which meant Daniel was either being very rude or very absent. She briefly considered that he might have gone off to work, but it was the weekend, and he’d told her he was taking some days off to pack… Perhaps she should just count it as a blessing, though. He would have wanted to help her unpack the food, and hidden among the brown bags of her grocery shopping were a few books she didn’t need him seeing.

That did leave her with an armful of heavy groceries, though, and who knew how little time before Daniel appeared? She moved toward the kitchen, dropping off the heavier bags first, and then hurried toward her room to hide the books between her mattress and her bed frame. She’d worried without reason, though; she had plenty of time to unpack her shopping ingredients, all without interruption by Daniel. She even started to look around for him, without success. His room was empty, of both Daniel and the dresser. The bed was made, the lights were out, and the curtains were drawn. His bathroom door was open, and she took a moment to thank heaven that it was also empty, since there were some views she didn’t need to be treated to.

She checked the garage, too, finding it full of her ex-roommate’s furniture, unmoved from where she left it. There were plenty of shadows and vague shapes in the darkness, as well as cobwebs and spiders. “Daniel?” she called, fingers creeping toward the light switch. She worried for a moment that the light would spook some wild animal that had crept inside, but nothing actually happened except for a bare bulb flickering to life. It made the garage look a lot less creepy, but no less empty of roommates.

She was seriously starting to consider the possibility that he’d gone out, and that maybe she even had time to snoop around in his room a little, when inspiration struck. If he wasn’t in the house, maybe he was outside it. Specifically in the backyard. So she moved from the garage, back to the kitchen, and out the back door. She was greeted by the scent of fresh cut grass; she’d never let it grow unruly, exactly, but her hand mower had never gotten the circle of grass as smoothly cut, particularly around the edges, as Daniel had managed in an afternoon. Her eyes swept across the grass stalks, though, up the stone terracing to where her small garden of roses, tulips, and. Well, she never really tracked the names, just admired and watered the plants that came with the building. Just like the grass, though, they’d been freshly pruned back. Daniel was currently focused on sawing a few overambitious branches off of a tree that grew in the very back of her garden. It usually loomed over the fence, and dropped leaves in the space between her house and the neighbors, but her roommate had carefully taken care of those branches, and was now just evening out the tree to look a little prettier.

He happened to be working in one of those tight white tank tops, too, the sweat sticking to the muscles of his back, his tight jeans showing off the surprising roundness of his muscular ass. She didn’t remember it looking quite so good before, but that might have just been her own fantasy of grabbing what would hopefully be a fully feminized Daniell by the rear. The way his waist curved as he bent, with that barely perceptible but definitely present flair of the hips, she could almost imagine she was looking at a particularly butch lesbian. Until he turned around, and ruined the image for her. That smiling face might have done something for the straight girls, but it did nothing for Rebecca except shatter her fantasies and leave a sour taste in her mouth.

“You called?” he asked, and she forced a smile onto her lips for the response.

“Yeah,” she said. “Don’t mind me. I just got a little worried when I couldn’t find you after my shopping. I guess you realized what a bad gardener I am?”

“You’re a fine gardener.” The brunette smiled, and unlike Rebecca was absolutely sincere in it. Showing off those shiny white teeth like it was the most natural thing in the world, he gestured around him at the garden. “It just needed a little work from a professional; but considering you’ve been maintaining all this in your off time…”

“Thanks.” Her smile widened a little. She meant the word; it wasn’t just that she loved being complimented, but that she actually liked Daniel as a person. Except for his body, and gender identity, they would have been perfect for each other. “I, um. Got the ingredients for a pie. Don’t suppose it’s your cheat day?”

Daniel shook his head. “I don’t believe in cheat days. If I started eating your food, I’d probably never want to stop.” Another smile, on both their faces, and Rebecca shifted her foot uncomfortably, flattered but uncertain how to respond.

“I’ll. Um. Leave you to your work then,” she said, turning back to the house. Daniel laughed, probably at how obviously flustered she was, but when Rebecca looked over her shoulder his focus was back on the tree. She didn’t think that it would take him that long, and she wasn’t sure how she wanted to spend the time while he was out. She’d read stories and watched TV shows where people used relaxation tapes and subliminal messages to start off their hypnosis - but she wasn’t high tech enough for that. She had a friend who was pretty into music, but she didn’t want anyone else knowing what she was up to and asking them to tape a hypnosis tape for her might give things away. Unless she kept it innocent, and said it was for herself… Everyone knew she liked hypnosis tapes. In fact, if her friend could work magic with one of the self-confidence tapes she already had, all about being a strong woman in a man’s world, it might work wonders on Daniel.

Might. She hadn’t exactly done wonders with her little attempt at whispering in his ear all night, after all. It didn’t matter, either, because she couldn’t set it up while he was out in the garden. As much as she hated it, there wasn’t much of anything she could do in the little time she had. The best use of her time was spent hurrying to her room, flopping down on the bed, and digging out those hypnosis books - in fact, maybe she could even put on some fake dust covers, from hard cover books, to hide the titles.

So that’s exactly what she was going to do.

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It was a few hours later that Rebecca stuffed the book back under the bed. Daniel had poked his head in while she was reading How To Train Your Sissy - an aptly named book that looked like it was first published in the last year or two; maybe a gag, but she hoped the hypnotics were real - and the advice like ruining his laundry, and buying him female pants to make up for it were potentially spot on. Potentially. She was also looking at the older looking books, “Makings of True Love,” and “The Perfect Bride’s Guide to Hypnosis." The last one in particular was infuriating, all its advice about “tricking” a man into marriage, but the underlying concept of putting someone in a trance, and slowly testing their limits, looked pretty decent. It gave her hope. All in all, by the time she stuffed the books away, she had a few ideas to mull in her head while making dinner.

Speaking of, she actually had to plan what to make. She was thinking something simple - hamburgers for her, veggie burgers for him. Hers would come with fries, and his would come with rice. Boiled with some pills meant to relax anxieties, to make sure he didn’t have any worries about his new living situation. Or the slight tenderness of his nipples, and dizzy tiredness that could come from a lack of testosterone.

When she was done, she rang an actual dinner bell that she kept next to her spice cabinet to have a little fun. “Daniel!” she called. “Dinner’s ready.”

There was a click, and the distant, barely registered sound of the TV was turned off. As Rebecca moved from the kitchen to the dining room, she saw Daniel coming in from the living room with a smile on his face. His eyes were locked on the plate of food, but he turned his attention over to her face with a grin.

“It looks delicious. Thanks.”

He reached for his plate, but she lifted the plate away from him.

“Nuh-uh-uh. I serve, you eat. It’s my thanks for the gardening. Deal?”

“Deal.” He pulled out his own chair, and she let him, placing the burger and rice in front of him, then ducking back into the kitchen to get a fork.

“Eat it all up, too,” she ordered, handing the silverware to him with a faked stern look. “We’re both going to work tomorrow, and you for one need your strength.”

“Yeah…” he nodded. “My strength.” His eyes were on the burger, though, and he attacked it eagerly. “Wow. This is delicious.”

“Thanks.” She smiled at him. “Now eat your rice.”

Daniel rolled his eyes, but started to shovel the rice into his mouth. “I’ve been feeling a little weird, actually… little dizzy and stuff. It’s probably nothing, but… Hmmm this is good… I might have to be careful not to overwork myself for real…”

“Yeah?” she faked disinterest, taking a bite of burger, and eating one of her perfectly divine salted fries. With ketchup. She’d never understand the people who refused to touch basic deliciousness like this, even if she respected the muscled body it let them build. “Hmmmm… This is good…” She ate another, and Daniel rolled his eyes.

The conversation mostly stopped there, as they both stuffed their mouths with food. Occasionally Rebecca would press to make sure he was comfortable, well fed. Sometimes Daniel would get up to get a glass of water. Both of them continued eating until they’d cleared their plates, though only one of them was actually full of drugs at the end of it. All that was left after was…

“Guess it’s time for bed,” Daniel sighed. “Early day tomorrow; but hey, Tuesdays I get to sleep until noon. So. Maybe we can do something together?”

“Like go to a bar?” the redhead frowned. “Or. Maybe a game night? I know it’s just the two of us, but I could maybe invite a friend…”

“A game night,” he agreed, stretching. “Yeah. That sounds like fun…”

“Then it’s settled.” Rebecca smiled, getting up from the table and then pushing her chair back in. Tomorrow, after work, she’d meet up with that audiophile friend of hers. She’d get one of her tapes fixed up to work with Daniel, and give it to him as a housewarming gift over games and cocktails. Tonight, though, she was just going to sleep. Alone. In her big bed. “Tomorrow, we play games.”
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Erica hesitated at the doors of the gym. She’d never been particularly fit, even when she’d been in the body of a male, and while Natasha had given her a fit body, she wasn’t sure she actually had any muscles in her tiny frame. She certainly didn’t feel strong - she felt like a delicate little pixie, exactly as Natasha had created her to be. But if Erica didn’t want to drastically change what she ate, or go under Natasha’s knife every time she gained a few pounds, she was going to have to exercise if she wanted to keep in shape. Besides which, Sarah was standing impatiently at the door,  gesturing repeatedly for Erica to follow.

The gym itself was called Shaped and was filled with women. Beautiful women… and only women. She’d heard of this place, actually - it was a female only gym, and incredibly exclusive. The redhead wasn’t sure how her friend could afford this place, and she looked questioningly at the blonde before turning her gaze to the women themselves. Muscular, sweaty bodies working at the treadmill, biking, lifting weights. Erica wasn’t convinced she could do any of those things, and swallowed when Sarah seemed to move toward the weights. She was relieved when the girl veered off  at the last second, moving instead toward a door. A door with a little plaque on it, decorated with a woman in a dress.

Erica hesitated just outside the door. She’d avoided public bathrooms since her transformation, fearing that she wouldn’t quite fit in, that someone would be able to instinctually tell she didn’t belong. So instead of entering, the new girl peeked slowly through the door, and then squeezed her eyes shut.

It wasn’t a bathroom. It was a locker room. That was a whole different magnitude of distress. Erica was already worried about people overreacting to her going into a stall next to them - how would they react to a former man, current lesbian, walking amongst them while they took off their clothing? “Sarah…” She started. “I’m not sure this is a good idea...”

“Well, I’m not working out in street clothes, and you’re not going to be able to do much in that hoodie, sooooo.” The blonde shrugged helplessly, then grabbed Erica’s hand and gave a tug before the redhead could protest. The smaller woman squeaked, easily pulled into the room even as she tried to dig her feet into the floor, hair flowing behind her in a red wave that the door almost slammed shut on. Her eyes were open now, staring widely at all the women in various states of undress. Some in panties, some in bras, some wearing nothing but a determined expression as they flexed their muscles at mirrors in the lockers. None of them seemed to be staring at each other, and there was a light frown from one when she caught Erica gawking. The little pixie’s face turned immediately red, and she squeezed her eyes shut again as she was dragged to the back of the changing room. She still couldn’t resist opening her eyes a crack, though, to view the backside of a beautiful black lady in red panties, before she was pulled past.

“I can see why you didn’t want to enter…” Sarah sighed, waving to the girl Erica had just been gawking at. The girl waved back, frowning faintly at Erica. “Just act naturally, and you won’t attract so much attention. You’re acting like you don’t belong here.”

“I don’t belong here…” Erica’s voice sounded whiny to her own ears, but she couldn’t help it. “I’m attracted to everyone here!”

“So am I.” Sarah shrugged, ignoring Erica’s surprised voice. “So just focus on me, and stop acting like you’ve never seen a naked girl before. Or at least be subtle about it like this… Hey, Karen!” she waved at another woman, a small - though still tall compared to Erica - Asian girl in a black top who was still in the process of putting on her panties. She was absolutely gorgeous, a slender woman with toned arms and muscular legs, thin thighs that somehow looked supple and strong enough to twist someone’s head clean off. Plus, glistening sweat that Erica just wanted to lick off the woman’s body… “You’re looking good after your workout.”

“Thanks!” Karen grinned, not seeming to mind the compliment, and even flexing her arms a little. “Just built up a nice sweat, you know?”

“That’s what the place is for. Right, Erica?” Sarah nudged Erica in the ribs, and the other woman let out a little puff of air through her jaw. She hadn’t even realized she’d let her mouth open, but she really didn’t think she could be blamed for staring at any one of the women present.

“Y-Yeah. Sarah, I’m really not used to-”

“To being in a gym,” the blonde interrupted, rolling her eyes. “That’s why I took you to a woman’s only one? So that you could get used to it? Sorry, Karen, she’s one of those thin fat girls….”

Karen nodded, smiling a little, and held out her hand. Erica started to hesitantly reach out, focusing on the fingers instead of the glorious breasts that laid beneath the woman’s black bra, or the delicate pussy that still wasn’t covered, but Sarah made an annoyed grunt and snatched her hand before she could make contact.

“Come on… You could at least gawk at your current date a little, if you’re going to insist on making a fool of yourself.”

“D-date!?” Erica swallowed. “Sarah. I already have a girlfriend. I can’t be on a date. At a gym! Surrounded by naked women!”

“And yet you are,” Sarah whispered, clenching her fingers around Erica’s waist hard enough to pinch. “It’s called being polyamorous. Ask your girlfriend about it after the date, if it bugs you that much, but. I don’t just take any girl to my mom’s gym.”

“Your mom’s-” Before she could finish the thought, she was tugged fiercely again, around the final bend of lockers, away from the other girls that Erica had been staring at. The redhead was caught between relief and disappointment at being away from so many people she wanted to stare at.

Then the blonde in front of her was stripping. Pulling off her shirt... and Erica had never noticed just how flat the woman’s stomach was, or the faint imprint of muscles that hid beneath the skin when she flexed. The girl had a strong core, and strong enough arms to drag Erica around, a thought which caused the small redhead to blush fiercely.

“You’re… Um… Pretty fit. Aren’t you?” she whispered, and Sarah smiled before turning around. “Help me get my bra off?” she asked. “I need to change it out for a sports bra.”

Erica nodded, numbly reaching out to touch the other woman’s back. Her skin was smooth and pale beneath the shirt. Though her back had no obvious muscles, she could still feel the strength beneath the skin as she slid her hand up it to grasp and undo the woman’s bra. It snapped free, pressure the only thing having held it over the blonde’s breasts, and Erica swallowed as Sarah turned around, letting her breasts swing free. They were perky little things, smaller than Erica’s or even Natasha’s, but still large enough to overflow in Erica’s tiny hands. Large enough to require a sports bra, too. With hard nipples.

“Come on…” Sarah whispered. “Get undressed, too. I have some spare clothes, though there’s no way any of my bras will fit, so we’re not doing any running… and I’d honestly take your bra off, if you don’t want it to get soaked with sweat. Same with your panties. I do have some of those that’ll fit, even if you are a bit… hippy.”

Erica wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be flattered or insulted, but she dumbly nodded… and stayed perfectly still. Sarah let out a sigh, and gave what was becoming a classic eye roll, before reaching out to grab the zipper of Erica’s hoodie and drag it down. Erica was too startled to stop her, even as the baggy sweater was removed to reveal a tight red blouse, barely containing a pair of bra-less, milk leaking breasts whose nipples strained to be free of the fabric. She trembled as the rest of the hoodie was undone, skirts spilling out, showing thin thighs that were clenched hurriedly together to avoid letting any liquid leak out from her already soaked panties - not wet from sweat, but something much less innocent.

“Wow… You. Is that milk?” Sarah demanded, reaching out to touch one of the nipples. A few more drops of liquid dribbled out, as Erica shuddered at the touch and helplessly nodded.

“Y-Yeah. It’s. My girlfriend’s idea…” Erica swallowed. “I lactate all. All the time.”

“Okay then…” Sarah whispered. “I can. Work with that, actually. It’s kind of hot.” She grinned. “But there’s no way you’re going out there like that. We’ll put a couple layers on you, and hope that it’s enough to cover up your… leaking problem.” She squeezed Erica’s hand. “Now come on. Let’s get you dressed.”

Erica nodded, embarrassed, but still didn’t move. “My… Um… I’m a little…” She gestured down to her skirt. “I. Um. I was looking at a lot of pretty women, so…”

Sarah rolled her eyes, and simply grasped Erica’s skirt and panties, pulling them down in one fluid motion to show off the pink lips. Which were still dripping with liquid, thanks to the sight of Sarah.

“You really are a mess…” The blonde smiled, despite her words and ran her fingers slowly down Erica’s thigh, squeezing faintly. “We’ll get you sorted out with a little exercise…” She reached into the locker, pulling out a pair of panties. Pulling Erica’s leg up, making the girl stumble back against the locker, she began to insert the limb into the grey cloth, slowly guiding it back to the floor. Then she repeated it with the other leg.

“I can dress myself…” Erica muttered, stomping her foot - but only after the girl had already put the underwear on her.

“Hush…” Sarah whispered, placing a faint kiss on the front of the panties, before reaching in for a pair of bright pink, tight short shorts. These, she delicately began to insert Erica’s legs into, one at a time, and pulled them over the curve of the redhead’s ass. Then came the shirt, pulling it over her little pixie’s head, as if she were a red-haired barbie doll. She did this again, with a third layer of cloth, before smiling in satisfaction and grabbing her friend’s hands. “There. You look… a bit like a gym student, actually, but it’ll work for now.”

She tugged Erica’s hands, dragging her back out of the room, quicker this time so that Erica only had a little time to stare at all the girls. The redhead, for her part, tried to close her eyes shut and just let herself be guided out. Since acting like she belonged there didn’t seem to be working, no matter that she actually did belong there now.

“Come on…” Sarah whispered into her ear. “It’s time for the weights…”

Erica groaned. She had forgotten that the point of all this was, ultimately, to make her do exercise. Though if she looked as good as Sarah when it was done, maybe it wouldn’t be all bad….

Maybe she’d even be able to enjoy it. Eventually. Though when she saw Sarah lift a pair of twenty five pound weights and come toward her, Erica squeezed her eyes shut all over again.

“Do I have to?” she asked, hearing the whimper in her voice. In response, the weights were shoved into her hands and she found herself wobbling back and forth from the effort to hold it up.

“Yep.” Sarah grinned. “You do. But relax! You’ll look great when I’m done with you.”
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The head fell to the floor, bouncing slightly on the red carpet, and rolling a few times before Plitora placed her foot atop a cheek. Pressing some of her weight on it, she smiled as the pretty face began to bulge out.

Eventually, she turned her attention to the body. It was slumped across the floor, body twisted slightly at the waist, as if she’d collapsed mid turn. Her arms were splayed to either side, hanging loosely now that she had died, but her right hand still clutched a glowing metal sword. Iron, if Plitora had to guess; enchanted, most certainly, to cut through magic.

A wonderful attempt at taking her life, truly. She shook her head side to side at the foolishness of it, but still smiled with pride as she wiped a blonde hair from her brow. They had finally sent a woman to depose their ruler, instead of a man. That meant they were at last listening to the prophecy, that stated it would be a woman who at last deposed their immortal queen.

That… or they’d finally ran out of men foolish enough to take the job. Plitora doubted that, though: there were always men foolish enough. For anything. No, it seemed at last that her people were ready to accept a female hero into their midsts. Not that this had been the one prophesied, of course, but still - the effort meant a lot to Plitora. She’d even quite liked this hero. It was only that they weren’t quite fit for the job of killing her.

The trembling voice of a servant tugged Plitora from her thoughts, as a maid whispered “Your blade, my queen?”

Her blade indeed. She flicked her eyes across the silver length of it, its sheen marred by the woman’s blood. Margaret, the ruler recalled. She’d shouted something about avenging her family, before trying to slice Plitora’s head off. Also a valiant effort, though it only would have grown back. Or would her body have grown back from the head? It had been so many centuries since she had chopped her head off, she couldn’t remember which way it worked anymore….. Plitora stared up at the dangling chandelier, which was currently reflecting light off the crystals that hung in cascades from the ceiling. She wondered vaguely which option would be preferable, and whether she should experiment at some point.

“My queen?” the maid repeated, voice another octave higher. Plitora’s icey eyes turned to the maid’s own muddled brown gaze. She didn’t recognize this one, off the top of her head. She must be new. She didn’t know better, yet, but Plitora didn’t like being pulled from her thoughts before she was ready. It was actually a killable offense - and being new meant the staff would get a good taste of fear, without too much grief to bog them down. She slowly raised her sword, moving toward the maid, whose body was now trembling to match her voice.

The woman’s clothes were black and white, a soft lace choker at her neck, with drawstrings to either side. In case Plitora ever decided to strangle her maid slowly and softly. The black dress had slender sleeves that clung to her shoulders, and a full bodice that heaved in fright now that Plitora was walking toward her. The skirts that pooled around her thighs stopped right at the knee, and couldn’t hide the way her legs were trembling. The poor thing almost took a step back, then stopped when she realized her back was already pressed against the wall. She’d been waiting there for Plitora to give up her sword, prior to angering her queen.

The blonde’s sword an inch away from the other woman’s neck, Plitora paused. While her brown eyes were dull, she hadn’t noticed the maid had sweet blonde hair that matched the queen’s in length and color… and the way she trembled pleased Plitora. The things she could do with a beautiful figure like that…. She smiled, as she wiped the blood of the slain hero across the white apron of her maid. Assuming she could convince her servant to see things her way. “Take the body outside,” she commanded. “Then come to my bed chambers for a private talking to about your behavior. In the meantime, I have other business to attend to.”

Plitora watched the younger woman, cheeks pale and stomach no doubt close to heaving, as she bent down to take the head in her arms. Despite her obvious fear, she took a hold of the severed body part and placed it carefully beneath her left arm. Then she grasped hold of the body, and began to tug it out of the room, and toward a window - where she’d no doubt toss it out into the moat, for the crocodiles. It would take her a little to reach a window, from the slow way she was tugging that form, and Plitora hopefully wouldn’t be leaving her to roam free for very long. Still, she took a moment to just adore the way that woman’s breasts heaved and strained against too tight fabric of her dress, before forcing herself out of the room.

Beyond the dueling room, the carpets stopped being red, shifting instead to a soft blue that matched Plitora’s own nightgown - she rather liked the way her clothes looked, blending with the floor so that she seemed to be simply gliding along the surface of the floors. She also of course admired the cleavage that she was showing, her pale breasts on display. They would be visible for the maid, later, even before she stripped the cloth as a display of power and put her own young body on display. The price of immortality was apparently forever looking twenty-five.

No matter. She walked across her blue carpets, until they began to darken, slowly turning from the cheerful blue to a simple, elegant black. A perfect lack of color that encompassed not only the soft carpet, but the stone walls and even the roof of this room, absorbing all light and color so that her light skin and blue nightgown seemed nothing but intruders who had barged into this colorless place.

Yet amid the darkness was a single orb of light, floating perfectly in the stillness. She smiled as she approached it, slowly licking her ruby red lips as she approached the singular point of light. The precious orb, used by generations of rulers to spy across the entire land, to send help and support wherever it was needed.

Of course, she’d killed all those goody-two shoes a few… centuries? Centuries ago. Now Plitora used the orb to spy on the resistance, who’s spies had surely spotted the tossing of their poor hero out the window. The men, as suspected, were gathered in a tent, heads bent forward as they whispered among themselves. THh orb had no sound, but Plitora could easily interpret the smug looks that graced one or two of the old white faces. They were saying it had been a mistake to listen to the prophecy - that sending a woman had been an error. Well, perhaps their disbelief wasn’t entirely without reason. The prophecy had come from Plitora’s own hand, after all. But she’d assured them it was quite accurate… such suspicious fools. She placed her finger on the light orb, creating a light dimple on the surface of the world. None of the men noticed the change in atmosphere as she shifted the orbs attention away from their precious tent of plotting, to where her favorite rebel was doing some actual actions.

The blonde haired beauty with her sparkling blue eyes was marching up a hill. Her little… .friend with her. A dark haired man, with dark brown eyes and darkened skin. She didn’t quite like that her favorite hung with him, any “him”, but at least this one was fairly harmless, she supposed. Like her and her favorite, he seemed to enjoy the taste of his own gender. Meaning he wouldn’t be sinking his claws into the pretty beauty she admired.

As for the beautiful Lonna, Plitora was pleased to see she was holding a simple scroll of parchment in her hands as she marched purposefully toward the hill’s craft, her little man friend trailing behind her with obvious protests on his lips. Lonna had broken into her castle two weeks ago for that scroll, thinking she was so bright as she slipped past guards who’d been told to look away. She’d even killed one or two, who had been caught off guard and accidentally seen her… Such a brutal thing, but that was what made her Plitora’s favorite.

Lonna had snuck her way into the library, using her power over light to hide in shadows and stealing her way on cutesy little tip toes, traveling through stacks of books and trying to grab whatever she could. Until she’d come across the scroll, delicately held in the metal claws of a decorative demon. It’s red mouth open wide, rubies making up eyes that sparkled at her, and four fingered hands curled delicately over ancient parchment. Lonna hadn’t even known what it would do, but when the guards began to raise a shout, she’d dropped every book and grabbed the scroll, stuffing it into the waistband of her britches.

The blonde looked at first for a window, some way of plunging outside even despite there being two stories. There were no windows in the library, though, the only light coming from the magic lit lamps, who’s fire could never spill out to the vulnerable books. Lonna took a deep breath, and ran instead toward the door. No guards, despite the shout - Plitora had quite carefully instructed the majority of them to be elsewhere, but had placed only two in the hallways where Lonna could run into them.

The first was an idiot by the name of Jared. A light skinned man with an easy smile, he was actually somewhat drunk even as Lonna approached him. No spouse, no children, no real relatives that would miss his disappearance, Plitora had been plotting to do something with him ever since he started drinking on the job to deal with the pressures of guarding a despot queen.

The second was named Richard. A loving man, he and his husband had just adopted two baby girls, using the money they’d scraped together to buy a small home where they could raise their children, and escape Plitora’s services. The queen approved of it, actually, and would be sure to fund the raising of those two girls until they were old enough to be of interest. Their father was quite terrible at his job, though, always distracted with thoughts of his husband.

Both men’s necks had been cut by Lonna’s dagger, neither seeing more than a blur of light, both slumping to the floor in almost identical heaps. So much more useful in death than they’d been in life. And now…? Now her little murderer was practically dancing her way up the hilltop, stolen goods in her hands, and a smile on her lips as she gestured for her friend to follow.

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“Come on, Talith!” Lonna called, lips spread into a fierce grin, that showed off her flashing white teeth. “The scroll says we need to cast it under the moonlight, so try to get a move on before dawn.”

“Hmph.” Talith’s next step was a stomp, the unfortunate grass beneath being ground beneath his feet. “You mean the secret scroll. That you secretly stole. From the queen’s own library. Without permission.”

“Hence it being a secret, yes. I think we covered that,” Lonna rolled her eyes slightly at her friend’s reluctance. He was always the suspicious sort, but she had more of a… practical viewpoint. She’d risked her life to steal it, it practically belonged to her now, and she had practically gotten to the point of casting it - so they should just hurry up and cast it. Practically speaking. “Just hurry up and help me reach the summit, okay?”

The spell was very specific, which was of course how you knew it was a good spell. It had to be cast on the third night of the month, under the light of the moon. Talith wasn’t actually a necessary component of the spell, since it could only be cast by a woman, but he had of course insisted on coming along - and nothing in the spell specifically ruled against an audience. Though she thought she’d have him sit a little aside, just in case.

The spell itself was simple enough. It required unraveling the scroll, whispering a few words, and picturing the perfect hero, who would appear as she believed. Which honestly sounded a little bit bogus, but if a magic spell wanted to provide her with the perfect babe warrior, with brown hair and green eyes, tanned skin and toned limbs - she wasn’t one to argue about it. She just hoped the hero she was imagining was one that really existed.
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hozupindahows00s Featured By Owner Jan 14, 2018  Student Artist
Can we do art trades?!
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Princess-Kay Featured By Owner Jan 15, 2018
Maybe something short? I'm a bit busy with my patreon, but if you've got an idea I'll listen to it. ^^
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Okay. Can you draw Amy Rose?
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i can't really draw much, I just write....
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Need to catch up on your stuff!
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Hope you enjoy doing so~
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In case you're into TF RPs, can we do one together?
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I do like them!
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That's good to know, because I'd like to do one with you.
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