Warning! 

This story is a work of fan-fiction based off of the TV
show known as 'The Worst Witch'. It is also extremely 
perverted, sick and twisted in ways that no one who is
too young to accept such things should ever be subjected 
to! Anyway, for legal reasons, I also have to state that 
I don't own the characters, or the show, or have any 
rights to it, or blah, blah, blah. This isn't a challenge
to copyright, it's just a story, made by a fan, who thinks
That it's a fun little show, and a few of the characters
are cute!

Oh yeah, and if you shouldn't read this, don't! It may 
lead to furious masturbation and the last thing you need 
are furry palms, the demise of several kittens on your 
conscience, and to go blind to boot! Or some equally 
inane thing like that... I should probably also mention
something about not trying this at home, but well, I 
honestly don't think that's possible!


Stealing Love Part 1 of 2

By 

Adiemus Bacchante 


Ethel Hallow closed her eyes, her hands underneath the 
blankets, two finger buried deep in the soft, wet folds of 
her womanhood. The girl moaned softly as she imagined an 
image of Maude Moonshine, one of the girls at Cackles Academy 
she claimed to hate, but had secretly lusted after since the 
moment she'd laid eyes on the girl. 

Ethel almost hated herself for her attitude towards the 
oh so sweet girl, imagining Maude's lovely face, with her 
cute round, flat glasses and her dirty blond hair 
done up in simply adorable pigtails. But there was no way 
she could admit her true feelings, not so long as Maude 
was friends with Mildred Hubble, Ethel's arch nemesis. No, 
if Ethel were to have that sweet face nestled between her 
legs, lapping hungrily at her pussy, she'd have to tear the 
two apart. She had devised a plan; it would just take a 
few more night's work, but it was perfect. Nearly flawless. 
Just a few more experiments were necessary before she was 
ready to-

The door creaked open at that exact moment, and a 
slouching figure peered into the room. "Sorry, I'm late," 
came the whispered voice of Drusilla as she slipped 
into the room, "but HB almost caught me in the hallway."

"Shhh," Ethel hissed with a touch of annoyance as she 
lifted the thread bare blanket the school forced her to 
endure, "Just shut your mouth long enough to get over her 
and lick me out, Drusilla Paddock!"

The redhead blushed, bowing her head a little as she 
looked up at Ethel through her bangs, her heart 
fluttering as she saw the length of the girl's lovely 
legs exposed, with her delicious pussy glistening wet and 
inviting.

"Are, are you sure you've gotten the silence spell right 
this time?" she inquired hesitantly, glancing towards the 
door skeptically, but walking towards her lover 
nonetheless.

Ethel sighed heavily, rolling her eyes as she shook her 
head in mild annoyance. "Do you doubt my power,
Drusilla?" she said seriously, but rhetorically, bending 
her legs and spreading them farther apart as her voice 
took on a more commanding tone, "Now look, I called you 
here for a reason, and I expect you to do as I ask. 
Understood, Ms. Paddock?"

Drusilla nodded slowly, her pulse racing in a 
combination of anticipation, the thrill of doing 
something terribly naughty with the possibility of 
being caught, and the tone in Ethel's voice that always 
gave the girl a certain, secret thrill. With a small 
smile, Drusilla pushed down on the foot of the bed with 
both hands, slowly crawling forward across the narrow 
straw mattress. As she went, the girl placed teasingly 
loving kisses along the soft, smooth skin of Ethel's 
pale legs, each time making quiet, appreciative moaning 
sounds.

For her part, Ethel smiled, watching her young lover with 
interest and a mild sense of fondness. 'You may be a bit 
thick, Drusilla,' the girl thought smugly, her fingers 
running through her friend's shoulder length red locks, 
caressing her scalp as Drusilla's cheek brushed lightly 
against her leg like an affectionate cat, 'but you're 
quite good at more physical tasks.'

Between her lover's legs, Drusilla purred happily, her 
hands grasping Ethel's ankles before slowly sliding 
upwards, enjoying the silky softness of the girl's skin 
beneath her palms as her lips finally found the warm 
expanse of Ethel's inner thighs.

Drusilla smiled to herself, her small tongue running a 
line along Ethel's skin, part way up one leg before 
kissing her way back down the other. 'I love you, Ethel 
Hallow,' she thought to herself, not daring to speak 
the words aloud, fearful of what her lover would think 
if she expressed the thought. Instead, Drusilla showed 
her affection by giving Ethel's inner thigh a gentle 
nip, running her teeth slowly across the girl's skin as 
Ethel laid back sighing contentedly.

As Ethel's fingers entwined in her hair, Drusilla let 
out a happy little moan, for the moment satisfied to 
simply be her beloved's loyal retainer, her minion at 
worst, but her lover at best. She opened her eyes as she 
came near Ethel's hairless pussy, smiling to herself as 
she remembered the first time the girl had made her shave 
it, the memory giving Drusilla a pleasant tingle. Yes, though 
she was something of a servant to the somewhat snooty 
girl, at times it was simply a pleasure and an honor to 
serve Ethel Hallow.

Ethel bit her bottom lip as Drusilla's nose accidentally 
brushed against her labia, sending a tingle up her spine, 
the deep sense of longing she felt only made worse by her 
memories of the many other times she'd had Drusilla go 
down on her. "Mmm, that's it," Ethel sighed happily, 
closing her eyes and arching her back slightly as 
Drusilla's hands pushed the atrocious gray nightgown the 
girl's at Cackles were forced to wear as bedclothes up 
higher, "show me how good you really are Drusilla, show 
me how much I've taught you."

Drusilla moaned softly, giggling as she slipping her 
tongue out and placed it at the bottom of Ethel's moist 
opening. 'Oh, I'll show you,' the girl promised inwardly, 
slowly dragging her tongue upwards, pushing the tip 
forward almost imperceptivity as she brought it up 
between Ethel's soft labia, scooping the girl's juices as 
she went.

Ethel inhaled sharply, her fingers in Drusilla's hair 
gripping tighter as she arched her back further, the 
girl's voice making a barely audible squeak of a moan. As 
Drusilla's tongue moved ever higher, scooping her sticky 
wetness towards her burning clit, Ethel squeezed her eyes 
tightly closed, pulling her lover's head closer as the 
girl moaned into her pussy.

"D- Don't tease me so, Drusilla!" Ethel hissed, trying 
to insinuate a touch of authority into her tone but not 
quite succeeding as the girl's tongue came free before 
moving down and repeating the process, this time pressing 
deeper into the inviting warmth.

"Mmm, but you taste so good," Drusilla teased softly, 
running her tongue slowly up each of Ethel's outer lips,
wetting them with her own juices before kissing the girl's 
pussy affectionately.

Ethel's body shuddered as she caught her breath, looking 
up at Drusilla, narrowing her eyes as she panted. 
"There, is much to do tonight, Drusilla," she said as 
sternly as she could, "And I need... I need a clear head 
to perform the magic properly. Now- Now be a good girl, 
and quit with the teasing!"

Drusilla pouted up at her beloved, smiling as the girl 
fell back down into her pillow. With a quiet giggle, 
Drusilla slid her tongue as far into Ethel's sweet 
tasting pussy as she could, slowly brushing her lips 
across the girl's labia before encompassing them fully. 
Then, with a soft, appreciative moan, Drusilla slid her 
hands up under Ethel's drab nightgown, her palms slipping 
lovingly over the girl's flat stomach as she began to 
suckle gently.

Just as her fingertips touched the subtle rise of Ethel's 
breasts, Drusilla suckled harder, her tongue pushing as 
deeply as it could into her lover's pussy, squirming it 
about just the way Ethel liked it. Drusilla smiled inwardly 
as Ethel's back arched again, her strong hands sliding over 
the rise of the girl's bosom before holding Ethel's 
breasts lovingly.

'I could suckle upon them all night if only she'd let 
me,' Drusilla mused longingly, moving her head in time 
with her swallows, causing Ethel's body to shake as her 
fingers squeezed the girl's hard nipples between them, 
'Mmm, mother was right though. Hallow girl's taste 
sweeter than any other!'

Ethel's fingers slipped out of Drusilla's hair suddenly, 
eliciting a whimper from her lover, but it was only a 
moment before her hands covered Drusilla's through the 
thin fabric of the nightgown, pushing the girl's fingers 
together tighter, urging her friend to grope her bosom 
more firmly.

Drusilla responded with a happy moan, lifting her mouth 
from Ethel's pussy as she continued to suckle at it, 
causing a loud, almost vulgar sound to echo off the cold 
stonewalls of the small room. "You're so beautiful when 
you cum, Ethel," the girl commented aloud, smiling down 
at her beloved for a moment as Ethel gasped quietly, 
the young witch's body moving in response to her 
building orgasm.

Not wanting to deny her friend, mentor, lover, and 
beloved her pleasure, Drusilla moved a little further up 
along the bed. With only a moment's contemplative 
hesitation as she stared down at the pale softness of 
Ethel's womanhood, Drusilla descended once more. 

As the tip of Drusilla's soft tongue touched the warm skin 
just above Ethel's clit, the girl let out a long, helpless 
moan, a sound that sent wonderful shivers through 
Drusilla's body despite the fact that Ethel would never 
admit to such vulnerability. Closing her eyes and moaning 
contently, Drusilla began to slowly move her fingers in 
random patters against her lover's small, perfect 
breasts. At the same time, the tip of her tongue moved 
lower, tracing a wet line across Ethel's soft, alabaster 
skin, teasingly circumventing the girl's clit before 
slowly circling it in a degrading spiral pattern.

"D-Drusciiiiilla!" Ethel exclaimed, arching her back 
further as her hips squirmed helplessly beneath the 
girl's tongue, "S-Stop teasing! Lick it, you-! You 
impudent little strumpet! Lick it!"

Drusilla giggled at both the change in her lover's 
voice, and at her half-hearted attempt at insult, Ethel's 
words merely giving the girl a small thrill, wishing that 
the apprentice witch was more verbal during lovemaking. 
For a moment, as the tip of her tongue touched the base of 
Ethel's clit, moving slowly around it and causing her 
lover to move her hands to grip the bed sheets, 
Drusilla's mind wandered. 

As she slowly began to lap at Ethel's clit, sending the 
girl into the swirling madness of screaming orgasm, 
Drusilla imagined herself with someone else. Someone who 
would say the things she longed to hear during 
lovemaking, to do the things Ethel simply wouldn't. For a 
few moments the young witch imagined another version of 
Ethel, one who would call her names as Drusilla licked 
her out. Not out of anger or malice, but out of adoration 
and lust. She imagined an Ethel who would take her over 
her knee and spank Drusilla's bottom for the sheer 
pleasure of the act. She imagined an Ethel who would 
gladly lick her own fingers clean after fingering her, as 
opposed to the real Ethel's revulsion to the act. But 
above all, Drusilla Paddock imagined and Ethel Hallow 
who actually loved her.

As her tongue ran expertly across Ethel's clit, Drusilla 
touched the girl's labia with her fingers. She smiled as 
her lover's body shiver at her touch, Ethel's hips 
pushing her pussy closer to Drusilla's hand as she slid 
her index and middle fingers into the girl. 

Ethel grabbed her pillow and covered her own face with 
it, howling out her ecstasy as her first orgasm barely 
finished before the second started. Drusilla grinned, 
looking up at Ethel's hidden face as her fingers 
pushed easily into the girl and began sliding back and 
forth thought the willing wetness. As Ethel screamed into 
her pillow, Drusilla covered her lover's clit with her 
mouth, suckling hard, her tongue playing across it all 
the more intensely.

'I'll make you love me, Ethel Hallow,' the girl promised 
herself, moaning loudly as her elbow began to hurt from 
thrusting her fingers in and out at such a rapid pace, 
'I'll make you so deliriously happy you'll have to love 
me!'

Drusilla closed her eyes again, slipping out her fingers 
just long enough to switch hands, giggling to herself as 
her wet digits caressed Ethel's nipple, spreading the 
girl's juices across it, saturating her skin. As the 
fingers of her left hand began the swift penetration that 
had caused her right arm to need a break, Drusilla thought
about her fantasy again. Trying to envision such a girl, 
pretending she was going down on her instead of the same 
old Ethel. 

The image that suddenly came to mind startled Drusilla 
immensely, causing her to jump a little. Ethel hardly 
seemed to notice, however, carrying right along with her 
own selfish pleasure as Drusilla's mind conjured up an 
image of another girl. A girl she'd always found secretly 
attractive, but with Ethel continually dictating the 
course of Drusilla's life, there was no room for such 
thoughts in the young witch's mind.

The vision that so captivated Drusilla was of another of 
Mildred's friends, Enid Nightshade. The girl was forever 
causing trouble, and was a bit like Ethel in her strong 
willed, always did her best to get what she wanted sort 
of way. But Drusilla also knew that Enid was far more 
adventurous. With no staunch family traditions, and a 
somewhat more down to earth attitude, Drusilla pondered 
the possibilities. Enid and Ethel were about as 
attractive as one another she supposed, but Enid lacked 
Ethel's upper-class charm, and it was doubtful that the 
girl would go as far in life. 

Drusilla sighed inwardly, accepting her lot in life for 
the moment, only to have her reverie broken by Ethel's 
hand against her forehead, pushing the girl away 
suddenly.

"That's enough for now, Drusilla," came Ethel's usual 
authoritative tone, "There's work to be done."

Drusilla sighed heavily, nodding as she realized that 
once again, her darling Ethel wasn't going to return the 
pleasure she'd given her. It seemed rare that she did, 
Drusilla thought bitterly, frowning thoughtfully as 
Ethel swung her naked legs off the bed and moved towards 
her dresser.

"So, what's this all about then?" the redhead inquired, 
shifting to lay across the bed, supporting herself on her 
elbows as she licked her fingers clean.

Ethel smirked as she opened her top drawer and sorted 
through her neatly folded undergarments before pulling 
out a sealed glass bottle. "Oh, you'll see," she 
chuckled, glancing over her shoulder and smiling 
knowingly before setting down the bottle and reaching in 
again.

What the girl pulled out made Drusilla inhale sharply, 
her eyes going wide and her heart racing as she saw the 
hairbrush Ethel held. But Drusilla's excitement quickly 
faded as Ethel tossed it over to her and snatched up the 
bottle once again.

"Stop being such a spectator and yank a few of the hairs 
out of that for me, will you, Drusilla?" Ethel said off 
handedly, pulling out the cork from the bottle before 
reaching into her drawer again and taking out a small 
handful of dark green powder.

Drusilla's heart sank a little as she sat up and took 
hold of the comb, watching as Ethel added a few other 
ingredients to the potion. "So, what exactly is this plan 
of yours?" she persisted, plucking out a few of the 
longer dirty blond hairs Drusilla knew for certain weren't 
Ethel's.

"I told you to wait and see," the girl told her sternly, 
walking over and yanking the hair out of Drusilla's hand 
without so much as a thank you, "Now then, it's very 
important that I don't screw this up. So you must keep 
absolutely quiet. Do you understand me, Drusilla?"

The girl nodded, ignoring her benefactor's condescending 
tone for the moment, sitting up to get a better view as 
Ethel slipped one of the hairs carefully into the bottle 
and began waving her hand slowly over it. 

"In Nomine ego ipse potentia, incanto eiusmodi medicamentum," 
whispered Ethel, keeping her voice low as a pattern of 
shifting blue light emanated from her palm and spiraled down 
into the bottle, "mutare allis actaeon conformo allis!" 

Ethel smiled as a small puff of orange smoke rose from 
the mouth of the bottle, and held it up to the light of 
the lantern on her wall. "Perfect," she told herself, not 
really expecting any kind of response from Drusilla, 
"Now all I need is someone to test it out on before I try 
it myself."

Drusilla's eyes went wide for a moment as Ethel walked 
towards her, a smug grin crossing the girl's face. "Now 
don't worry," she said sweetly, bending down before 
Drusilla and pushing the potion into her hands, "I just 
need you to be a guinea-pig for an hour or so, Drusilla. 
And besides, it won't hurt a bit. I promise."

The girl swallowed hard as Ethel stepped back, the still 
smoking potion feeling warm in her hands. "What's it do?" 
Drusilla began, only to have Ethel glare at her sternly.

"Oh just drink it Drusilla," the witch said impatiently, "I 
don't have all night." 

The other girl nodded obediently, closing her eyes 
tightly as she brought the enchanted brew to her lips. 
Drusilla made a face as the peculiar orange fumes 
tickled her nose, tilting the bottle up and allowing the 
warm, tasteless liquid splash into her mouth.

"Swallow," instructed Ethel, her arms folded across her 
chest impatiently, her posture accepting no arguments as 
Drusilla obediently swallowed hard, gulping down the potion 
before shuddering at the peculiar texture of the liquid.

"Now, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Ethel soothed, 
taking one last thing out of the dresser before walking 
over and sitting down next to her lackey.

Drusilla nodded slowly, setting down the potion bottle 
on the nightstand and closing her eyes as Ethel's fingers 
ran gently through her hair. "No, I suppose not," she 
replied, her voice going up an octave for a moment, 
giving her a moment's pause.

Ethel chuckled quietly at the confused look on 
Drusilla's face as the potion took effect, sending a 
peculiar tingling throughout the girl's body. "What- 
What's happening?" Drusilla asked aloud, unwilling to 
open her eyes as her bones seemed to painlessly shift in 
subtle ways and her voice altered in a way she couldn't 
quite place.

"Just open your eyes, dear," said Ethel with a knowing 
smile as she pulled a mirror off the nightstand, "and 
I'll show you."

Drusilla obeyed and gave a confused sound as she blinked 
her eyes, trying to focus them in the suddenly blurry 
seeming room. "I- I can barely see!" she protested, 
getting a quiet chuckle from Ethel.

"Good!" the girl said with a smug grin as she pulled the 
second object off the nightstand, "Then the potion does 
work. Better than I thought even."

Drusilla sat obediently still; shaking nervously as she 
found she didn't recognize her own voice and giving a 
worried/confused look as Ethel placed a pair of flat, 
round-lenses spectacles upon her suddenly smaller nose. 
Instantly, the room came into sharper focus, the 
blurriness at the edges of Drusilla's vision vanishing 
almost immediately. 

"I- I don't understand," the girl stammered, her voice 
still sounding strange, yet hauntingly familiar to her 
own ears as Ethel picked up the mirror and held it in 
front of her face.

"Look and understand," chuckled Ethel smugly as Drusilla 
gasped at the reflection in the mirror.

The face of the girl that stared back at her wasn't 
Drusilla's. It was however, very familiar. It was the 
face of, of all people, Maude Moonshine. 

"Wha- Why-?" stammered Drusilla, staring into eyes that 
were not her own, her thoughts scattered as she examined 
Maude's pretty face in the mirror.

Ethel sighed wearily, speaking in a somewhat 
condescending, yet not unkind tone. "Because, Drusilla 
dear," the girl explained, touching the side of 
Drusilla's face affectionately, the gleam in Ethel's 
eyes full of suddenly deep seeded lust, "You know as well 
as I do that we can't continue letting that brat Mildred 
Hubble running amuck at the school, now can we?"

Drusilla blinked, taken aback slightly. "Um, well, yeah," 
she agreed nodding slightly and causing her glasses to 
slip down her nose.

Ethel smiled, pushing the glasses back up Drusilla/Maude's 
nose as she continued. "We've tried nearly everything, 
you know," the girl went on, slipping an arm around 
Drusilla's shoulders as her free hand caressed the face 
of Maude Moonshine, "Mildred's been in trouble for longer 
than she's been a thorn in my side, yet nothing she does 
seems to get that insipid brat tossed out on her ear. 
There's just one thing that we haven't tried yet, though."

Drusilla tilted her head into Ethel's hand, signing 
softly at her lover's soft touch, wondering if the girl 
might not reward her for her loyalty. "Just tell me what 
I have to do," Drusilla breathed, turning to look into 
Ethel's eyes with longing, glancing at her lips and 
wondering if the girl would allow her to kiss them.

Ethel exhaled softly; gently caressing the Drusilla's 
newly formed soft, round features, the sweet innocence in 
Maude's eyes causing Ethel's heart to skip a beat. 
"Simple, my dear," she said softly, bringing her face 
closer, her lips brushing against Drusilla's as she 
spoke, "We need to get Mildred to leave on her own. The 
only way I can think of to do that is to break that dear 
little heart of hers. By making her think, that little 
Moonface hates her. And with this little potion recipe I 
found in the library, I know just the way to do it."

"So, so you want me to pretend to be Maude then?" 
Drusilla inquired, her heart racing as Ethel's hand 
against her back pulled her body closer, a smirk crossing 
Ethel's pretty face.

"Goodness no!" the girl chuckled softly, their noses 
rubbing past one another as she shook her head, "I'll be 
the one impersonating Maude. After all, if you want to get 
something done right, you have to do it yourself."

Drusilla blinked, not quite understanding, accepting the 
soft, almost tentative kiss of her lover. The girl caught 
her breath as their lips parted, breathing through her 
mouth as her skin tingled with desire. "Then, then why 
use the potion on me?" she inquired, her voice so much 
like Maude's that Ethel kissed her again.

"I needed to make sure it worked, now didn't I?" Ethel 
inquired with a bit of a condescending smirk, causing 
Drusilla to contort Maude's face into a look of hurt that 
quickly became a smile as she ran her finger's through 
the Ethel's hair, "And besides, you get the two most 
important jobs of all, dear."

"Anything for you, Ethel," Drusilla promised, lifting 
her hands and running her fingers through Ethel's hair to 
expose the girl's neck before leaning forward and tilting 
her head to one side.

Ethel chuckled softly, closing her eyes as lips that felt 
remarkably like Maude Moonshine's touched her throat. "You 
see," she explained, leaning back onto the bed, dragging 
Drusilla down with her, "I'm going to need you, to 
impersonate -me- during our little plan."

Drusilla blinked, getting a confused look Ethel didn't 
quite recognize, but found cute on Maude nonetheless. "To- 
You- You want me to be you?" Drusilla stammered, lifting 
herself up to stare curiously into Ethel's eyes.

The girl nodded slowly, grinning mischievously. "Yes," 
Ethel concurred, running her hands fondly down the cheeks 
of the girl who looked exactly like Maude, "but first, I 
have to make certain that the transformation will hold up 
to... certain 'stresses'."

Drusilla smiled, so much like Maude that Ethel held her 
face fondly for a moment before dragging the girl closer 
and kissing her full upon the lips. Drusilla whimpered 
softly at the unaccustomed passion as Ethel's tongue 
pressed into her mouth. Without hesitation, Drusilla's 
somewhat smaller than she was used to hands slid down 
Ethel's back, reaching under her lover's drab nightgown 
to grasp the girl's bottom. 

Ethel gasped in response, pulling her head back as 
Drusilla's lips sought futilely to hold her tongue in 
place. She then looked down at Drusilla with a look in 
her eyes that made the girl's heart melt. Ethel wanted 
her. And wanted her badly.

"T- Take me, Ethel," Drusilla said submissively softly 
in Maude's sweet voice, "Do anything you want with me."

Ethel closed her eyes for a long moment, unaccustomed to the 
deep tingling sensation she felt that caused her body to 
shudder and her breath to quicken. "One thing at a time, 
my dear," she managed, bringing her legs up to make her 
bottom more inviting to her lover's touch, straddling the 
girl as she leaned back, "The potion has a two hour duration, 
unless you take the antidote. I don't want to go too quickly, 
just incase there are problems with it later on."

Drusilla looked mournfully into Ethel's beautiful face, 
the girl's eyes seeming cold and calculating for a moment 
as the young witch gave Drusilla a self-assured grin. 

"P-please, Ethel," she begged, shaking her head slightly, 
her eyes full of longing and need as Drusilla reached up 
with Maude's hands, pushing her way up under Ethel's 
nightgown and making the girl shiver, "I, I need you. I 
want you so badly it hurts. You've gotten me so excited I 
just know I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Ethel closed her eyes, inhaling sharply at the words as 
Maude's hands came up under her gown to grasp her small 
breasts, pinching her already hard nipples. It seemed 
unbelievable to Ethel that she could hear those words 
from Maude Moonshine's lips. To see the girl she had 
lusted after from the first day they'd met, squirming 
with desire beneath her, desperate for her touch, and 
begging to be used. 

The witch opened her eyes and smiled down at Maude's 
adorable face and smiled, her hands pushing the girl's 
nightgown slowly upwards, teasing herself as well as 
Drusilla. Ethel inhaled slowly as her lover arched her 
back, the hem of the nightgown reaching just blow the 
Drusilla/Maude's breasts. 

'Finally, Maude Moonshine,' Ethel thought to herself, 
pausing a moment and just letting the hands that clasped 
her breasts send a pleasant warm tingling through her 
body, 'finally I'll get to see you disrobed. And soon, 
oh so soon I'll be doing this to the real you when you 
come looking to be consoled by someone.'

Drusilla let out a little gasp as Ethel pushed the 
bunched up gown over the rise of Maude's bosom, her eyes 
widening as she saw that they were indeed larger than her 
own, despite how sweet and innocent the girl looked. But 
the flare of foolish envy was quickly dispelled as 
Ethel placed her hands upon them, encompassing the 
pleasant handfuls with her fingers and gently fondling 
them as her lover moaned, leaning her head far back to 
expose the curve of her throat.

"Do you want me, Maude Moonshine?" Ethel said teasingly, 
her smile something of a smirk as she leaned forward, 
lightly kissing the girl's neck, her fingers squeezing 
slightly tighter.

"B-But, Ethel," her lover protested, whimpering as Ethel's 
teeth nibbled Drusilla/Maude's earlobe, "I-I'm 
Drusilla!"

Ethel scowled, leaning back up as she glared down at the 
girl. "Oh, do shut up, Drusilla," scolded Ethel, not 
wanting the girl's protests to ruin her mood, "If you 
can't pretend to be Moonface, how do you expect to 
pretend to be me? I can't have you ruining this, so if 
you can't stay in character, I'll just have to find 
myself another assistant."

Maude's eyes went wide with distress behind her flat, 
round-lensed glasses. "N-no, Ethel, I- I promise," begged 
Drusilla in the sweetest, most helpless tone she could 
muster, causing Ethel's body to tense with a sudden flood 
of desire, "I won't screw this up for you. I'll be good, 
and you can call me anything you want to. Even Maude, if 
you want."

Ethel grinned mischievously down at her lover and nodded 
slowly. "Alright then, 'Maude'," she said in a 
condescending tone, lifting herself up before shuffling 
forward on her knees, "Let's just see how 'good' you 
really are."

Drusilla sighed contentedly, her smile full of happy 
longing as Ethel's thighs brushed past her round cheeks 
to hold her head almost in place before grabbing a pillow 
for the girl's head. "You're so beautiful, Ethel," 
Drusilla breathed, her hands still clutching her lover's 
breasts, her fingers rubbing the girl's nipples between 
them.

"Oh, and like I don't know that!" laughed Ethel, rolling 
her eyes and shaking her head, only to be distracted by 
the soft tongue that started lapping at her labia, 
causing the girl to suddenly catch her breath.

Drusilla closed her eyes, her fingers squeezing Ethel's 
nipples righter as her lover tucked a pillow underneath 
her head to keep Drusilla's tongue from slipping away. 
She smiled inwardly as she tasted Ethel's desire, amazed 
at just how wet the girl was when usually Ethel's pussy 
simply moist.

The difference in Ethel's reactions, reminded Drusilla 
of her fantasy. Slipping her hands lower under the 
pretence of sore arms, the witch slid her palms down over 
her friend's flat stomach to her thighs. The girl smiled 
at the silky smoothness of Ethel's bent legs, imagining 
them to be the exquisitely firm, athletic legs of Enid 
Nightshade.

Her body quivered at the thought, and Drusilla couldn't 
help but burry her tongue inside her lover's pussy, 
Ethel's inner walls instantly contracting around it to 
hold it in place. 'She- She's cumming!' thought Drusilla 
excitedly, her hands reaching around to grasp Ethel's 
small bottom, kneading it with her fingers as she 
imagined Enid's sweet juices splashing down upon her 
probing tongue, 'Eth- Enid Nightshade's cumming in my 
mouth!'

Drusilla let out a long whimpering moan as Ethel held 
her head in place, pulling the girl closer as she sucked 
hard upon the opening of the Ethel's pussy, Drusilla's 
tongue lapping desperately at the sweet juices that 
flowed into her mouth.

'Ohhh! It's so wonderful!' Drusilla moaned inwardly, 
feeling her lover's fingers bunching up her now dirty-
blond hair, pulling it a bit as her face was pushed 
closer, the girl's suckling causing loud slurping noises 
that Ethel's moans only barely drowned out, 'Enid must be 
like this, but not as quiet. I'll bet she'd be calling me 
all sorts of nasty things right now if it was her...'

Drusilla felt a deep pang of guilt as Ethel leaned 
forward, her body shaking as the girl wrapped her arms 
around Drusilla's head, holding it in place as the witch 
came. But Ethel Hallow's soft, whimpering moans were far 
from the ruckus that Drusilla imagined the more free 
spirited Enid Nightshade making. The thought, though, 
made Drusilla suck harder, the cute button nose of Maude 
Moonshine she now wore rubbing back and forth against 
Ethel's hard little clit the entire time.

'I'm sorry, my dearest Ethel,' the transformed witch 
thought, despite her thoughts being her own, 'if only 
you could let go more when we're alone... if only 
you'd tell me you love me..."

Ethel grinned broadly, laughing a little as quiet moans 
of ecstasy escaped her lips through her panting breath. 
'Glorious!' she thought to herself as she straddled the 
face of Maude Moonshine, 'Wonderful! If the real thing 
is half as good, I shan't have much use for dear old 
Drusilla any longer, now shall I?'

The girl opened her eyes as she reached her peak, staring 
down at her lover who looked in every way like Maude, 
imagining the poor girl in tears when Mildred left the 
school for good. 'She'll be so distraught,' mused Ethel, 
stroking Maude's shoulder-length hair affectionately as 
her eyes fluttered, and her inner walls convulsing around 
the tongue in her pussy, but otherwise the scheming witch 
maintained her composure. After all there was no sense 
loosing one's self control in front of the help. 

'She'll be almost inconsolable! She'll be as easy to 
catch as a little mouse with a bit of cheese!' Ethel 
laughed inwardly, the warm tongue and soft lips that 
caressed her womanhood keeping her at a stable level of 
excitement until Maude's adorable little nose began moving 
back and forth against her clit.

"M-Maaaaude!" Ethel suddenly cried out, surprising 
Drusilla, whose eyes opened wide with shock at hearing 
the girl call out so loudly.

As Ethel threw her head back, her rich auburn hair flying 
backwards behind her, the witch pulled her fingers from 
Maude's and was only slightly surprised as Ethel found her 
lover interlinking fingers with her own. Ethel then 
gritted her teeth, not expecting her desire for Maude to 
be as strong as it was, trying desperately suppress 
another outburst as she squeezed her lover's fingers 
tighter to the point of being painful in an attempt to 
keep herself under control.

Drusilla's heart fluttered a bit to see and hear Ethel 
in the throws of such passion, somehow not realizing that 
it was mainly her beloved's desire for Maude that made 
Ethel loose control, and not just her talents at lovemaking. 
It hardly mattered, though, as Drusilla squeezed back with 
her fingers, her own body aching with desire, hoping 
desperately that her dear, sweet Ethel would pleasure her 
in return.

Ethel grunted as she rocked her hips, moving her aching 
pussy against her lover's lips, smearing her juices 
across the girl's face. Leaning her head back, Ethel let 
out a long, shuddering moan as her body started to give 
out, her muscles suddenly aching from the exertion, yet 
still wanting more.

Almost reluctantly, Ethel pulled herself away from 
Drusilla, leaving her lover panting for breath as her 
small hands wiped away the clear fluid from her face. 
"Well now, that was definitely worth nipping all those 
ingredients from potions lab for," chuckled Ethel, 
brushing back her hair to make sure she didn't appear too 
disheveled as the red flush to her cheeks slowly faded, 
"Very good, Drusilla. I'd call the first test a complete
success."

Drusilla beamed up at Ethel, causing the girl in inhale 
slowly to contain her own reaction at seeing Maude staring 
happily up at her. "There's just one more test we have to 
perform," she went on, reaching down to wipe a bit of her 
juices from the lenses of Maude's spare pair of glasses, 
not even feeling a tinge of guilt after having stolen 
them a week earlier. 

"Oh, name it!" Drusilla practically begged enthusiastically, 
her tone still breathless and wanting more despite the dull 
ache in her jaw and the stabbing pain in her tongue that 
made it feel as though it was about to be torn free of her 
mouth, "Anything, Ethel! Anything!"

Ethel laughed at the reaction, brushing her fingers over 
Drusilla/Maude's cheek fondly. "I want you to get on your 
knees," she explained in a more serious tone, slipping 
off the bed and staggering a bit before heading back to 
her dresser, "And close your eyes with your hands on the 
headboard."

Drusilla's heart raced as she moved to obey Ethel's 
command, quickly licking her fingers when she was certain 
her beloved wasn't looking, the transformed witch got 
on to her knees and was about to move into position when 
Ethel stopped her.

"Oh, and take that ridiculous nightgown," Ethel added, 
rolling her eyes and shaking her head as Drusilla/Maude 
glanced over her shoulder at the young witch, "You should
be naked for this."

"Y-yes, Ethel," Drusilla responded, her eyes going wide 
as Ethel turned away and began pulling a few things 
from the top drawer. With shaking hands, Drusilla 
slipped her nightgown up over her head, and looked down 
at the strange naked body she now wore, shaking her head 
at the differing proportions, but finding it attractive 
nonetheless. 

'Not bad, I suppose,' pondered Drusilla, takin a moment 
to push up her bosom a bit before spreading her legs 
apart and frowning thoughtfully at Maude's womanhood, 'Hm. 
I wonder if Ethel'll want me to shave that? Probably not, 
this is only temporary, after all.'

"Okay!" said Ethel briskly, turning around just as 
Drusilla shut her eyes tightly and bent herself over, 
her hands resting on the metal bar at the top of the 
headboard, "We don't have much time left, so I'm afraid 
I'll have to rush this a bit, and I won't be able to lick 
you out quite as much as I'd like, either."

Drusilla frowned as her lover's naked feet padded back 
across the stone floor towards her. 'It's not like you 
ever do,' she thought mournfully, jumping a little as 
something soft brushed its way up the length of her spine 
before Ethel gripped her wrist.

"Now just hold still, Drusilla, this will only take a 
moment," Ethel instructed, wrapping a length of cloth 
around her wrists before tying it off tightly, "Okay, 
there we go. You can open your eyes now."

Drusilla did as she was instructed, her heart beating 
faster as the young witch saw that her wrists had been 
bound to the rail by the green sash from Ethel's school 
uniform. "E-Ethel..." she choked out around her excitement, 
only to be shushed by the girl as she walked back to the
dresser.

"Now this has to look good, Drusilla," instructed Ethel, 
fiddling with something as she stood naked with her back 
to the bound girl, "so I want you to really make it look 
like your enjoying it, alright?"

Drusilla nodded as Ethel glanced over her shoulder at her 
and began to walk back towards the bed. It was then that 
Drusilla saw two things that caused her heart to pound 
even harder, and her body to react with a sudden pleasant 
shudder. The first, was the old instant-camera set up on 
the top of the dresser, aimed at the bed, set up on some 
kind of a timer that would make it snap a photo once 
every so often. The other, though, was the attachment 
that Ethel now wore, obviously magically transfixed to 
her clit.  

Ethel smirked at the look on Maude/Drusilla's face, her 
fingers idly flipping the long, shaft of an eight inch 
black dildo she was now wearing like some kind of 
enchanted strap-on. "Something wrong, Ms. Moonshine?" she 
teased, swaying her hips as Ethel walked over to the foot 
of the bed before smiling down at Maude's wonderfully 
round bottom.

"N-no, nothing," Drusilla assured her, glancing over her 
shoulder to watch excitedly as Ethel brought her face 
close to the bound girl's already glistening pussy lips.

"Good," Ethel said softly, pushing at her lover's legs 
gently, causing them to obediently part before bringing 
her lips so close to what appeared to be Maude's labia 
that Drusilla's body shook in anticipation.

As Ethel's tongue touched Maude/Drusilla's pussy, the 
camera flashed, startling her lover and causing her to 
let out a little shriek of surprise. "Drusilla!" Ethel 
scolded, glaring angrily at the girl as she spoke, "Try and 
relax, if we're going to show these pictures to Mildred, 
they have to look convincing! Now just pretend to moan in 
ecstasy or something."

Drusilla gasped at the thought, blushing deeply read at 
the thought of someone seeing her naked, let alone bent 
over with Ethel licking out her pussy from behind. "B-
But, Ethel!" she protested, only to get an aggravated 
sigh from her lover.

"Are you really that thick, Drusilla Paddock?" commented 
Ethel rhetorically in annoyance as the camera flashed off 
again, ejecting a second picture, "This isn't your body, 
it's Maude's. Mildred wouldn't care if we showed her picture 
of me and you, now would she?"

The bound witch blushed, bowing her head a bit. "No, 
Ethel, I suppose not," she admitted, a small smile 
crossing her lips as she pondered the possibilities of 
getting copies of those pictures for her own 'personal 
use'.

"Good," replied Ethel with a stern nod as she sat upon 
her knees and roughly inserted two fingers into her 
lover's pussy from behind, "Now then, put on a good show 
for the camera, 'Maude'."

Drusilla giggled inspite of herself, gasping as her 
lover's finger pushed into her, causing the girl to wince 
as she realized that Maude was much tighter than she was. 
"Ow! Ethel!" she protested, "I- I'm not as experienced 
like this."

Ethel frowned a little and nodded. "Well, then I guess 
you'll just have to endure it, Drusilla," she concluded, 
adjusting her hand so that she could finger the bound 
girl with two fingers and rub her clit with her thumb at 
the same time, "I really don't have all night to lick you 
out just so you'll get wet enough."

Drusilla closed her eyes, groaning softly and trying to 
keep from wincing as Ethel's fingers pushed harder, 
breaking through the unfamiliar resistance with several 
long strokes of her. The girl flinched, trying to smile 
as the camera flashed again, moaning softly despite 
noticing that Ethel had neglected to trim her fingernails 
yet again.

'If- If this is what it takes to make you love me, Ethel 
Hallow,' Drusilla thought to herself, grunting as her 
lover laughed, her fingers driving in to the hilt as her 
thumb rotated Drusilla/Maude's clit, 'Then I'll do it. I- 
I'll do whatever it takes! Ow-! I wish she'd slow down!'

But as the camera flashed again, Ethel was ready with her 
patented "Better than you" smile, looking directly into 
the lens so that Mildred would see the scheming witch's 
pretty face smiling smugly back at her. 'You'll get 
yours, you'll see, Mildred Hubble,' Ethel promised 
silently, leaning forward to place her cheek against the 
delightful roundness of Maude's firm bottom, smiling as 
she fingered the girl, 'You won't be able to look your 
precious little Maude in the eye after this. You'll leave 
the school so quickly it'll make the teacher's heads 
spin, and Maude Moonshine will be all mine.'

The camera flashed again and Ethel straightened up, 
placing a hand upon her lover's bottom as she took hold 
of the enchanted strap-on. "Okay, that's enough of that 
for now, I should think," Ethel said half-rhetorically, 
pressing the head of the dildo against Maude/Drusilla's 
pussy.

"Ethel," Drusilla said quietly, turning her head to look 
back at the girl just as the camera flashed, getting yet 
another priceless photo, "C-can't we use some sort of 
magic to make this easier on me? I could take that as me, 
but as Moonface, I'm much tighter, and it's going to 
hurt."

Ethel rolled her eyes. "You're tough, you can take it," 
she muttered before a cruel smile crossed her pretty face 
and Ethel chuckled with sarcastic condescension as she 
added, "Besides. 'Magic is not to be used for selfish or 
trivial purposes,' Drusilla."

"But- But Ethel-!" the witch began, quickly realizing there
was little point in arguing and simply biting her lip as 
the end of the dildo pressed harder against her outer 
lips, sending a tinge of pain along with the tingle of 
pleasure she felt.

"Just relax," Ethel muttered, her hand carefully guiding 
the dark shaft into the girl, glancing up as the camera 
flashed, certain that the angle was perfect, "besides, if 
you can't take a little pain, Drusilla, you might as 
well quit being a witch right now."

Drusilla closed her eyes and nodded, wincing, her body 
shuddering as Ethel pressed a little harder, at last 
burying the dildo into the girl's pussy, the camera 
catching her pained/ecstatic expression at the moment of 
full penetration. As the magical strap-on pulled back, 
Drusilla dropped her head, exhaling loudly the breath 
she'd been holding, pondering what Ethel might do if she 
were to complain any more.

'Knowing her, she'd probably stop,' the girl sighed 
inwardly, hiding her glum expression by arching her back 
and letting out a long shuddering moan as the device slid 
back inside of her, going all the way in a single stroke, 
'I- I just wish that once she'd punish me a little. It 
certainly wouldn't kill her to spank my bottom once in a 
while.' 

Ethel smiled cruelly, glancing at the camera and licking 
her lips as her fingers gripped what appeared to be 
Maude's bottom cheeks, the camera flashing on cue. 
"Mildred's going to hate us for this," the girl mused 
with mock dismay, finding the right rhythm as Ethel slid 
her hips back and forth, shivering a little herself to 
see the object of her desire in such a position, "Not 
that she doesn't already. But you're doing such a good 
job, Drusilla, that I think the few shots with you not 
quite enjoying yourself should make the betrayal just 
that much sweeter. After all, the sooner we get rid of 
Hubble, the sooner I can get my hands- Oh, never mind."

Drusilla frowned thoughtfully for a brief moment, her 
fingers clenching as she pulled at the sash that bound 
her wrists to the top of the metal headboard. The girl 
knew better than to question Ethel. Ethel's idea of 
punishment was by no means enjoyable, and though the girl 
was often cold to her, Drusilla wasn't entirely certain 
she could go on without her lover's kisses and the sweet 
taste of Ethel's desire.

Instead the bound witch nodded obediently, pleased with 
the way her new body had gotten used to the size of the 
dildo. 'She's so tight,' Drusilla mused, closing her 
eyes and breathing shallowly through her mouth, 'I- I
wonder if Ethel'll let me play with her when she turns 
into Maude. That might be fun!'

Ethel's eyes widened as Maude's body shuddered, her sweet 
voice going up an octave as the girl let out a long, 
helpless exclamation of passion. 'That- That's it!' Ethel 
thought to herself, grinning with satisfaction as she 
began to pump harder, gripping her lover's shoulders as 
Drusilla in Maude's body came hard, the girl's body 
shuddering violently, 'I- I'm watching Maude Moonshine 
cum! This-! This is spectacular!'

Ethel leaned forward, still thrusting quickly as she laid 
herself across Maude's back, reaching underneath the girl 
to clasp the pleasant handfuls of her breasts. Drusilla 
leaned her head back in response, moaning louder as 
Ethel's teeth clasped the girl's ear, nibbling it almost 
too roughly.

The girl hardly noticed, however, screaming happily as she 
came, pushing her bottom out to meet Ethel's thrusts with 
a series of only partially successful attempts. As her 
lover's hands grasped her breasts, pinching her nipples 
almost painfully, Drusilla's head dropped down, her eyes 
held tightly closed as the intensity of the sensation 
almost became too much for her.

"Ma-! Drusilla!" Ethel hissed into her ear, pounding 
harder into the girl's badly stretched pussy as Drusilla 
went suddenly limp, "Don't you dare pass out on me!"

Ethel cursed under her breath, standing back up on her 
knees with her hands upon her hips. "I can't believe you 
sometimes," the young witch muttered unhappily, not 
keeping any of the bitterness from her voice as she waved 
her hand over the portion of the dildo that connected 
itself to her body, "It isn't like we haven't done this 
before or something."

The girl shook her head in dismay as she took hold of the 
dildo pulled it slowly outwards, Drusilla's body 
slumping downwards as Ethel did so. She then smiled as 
Drusilla/Maude's pussy made a vulgar wet, sucking sound 
in response to the dildo slipping out.

"It'll be fun to play with a girl this inexperienced 
again," Ethel mused, leaning down and biting her lip as 
she watched, fascinated by the way Maude's glistening 
outer lips gripped the toy hungrily, "I suppose it'll be 
fun to have a threesome or two for a while as well, but I 
just don't know how much longer I'll be needing you, 
Drusilla dear. So sorry."

Ethel smirked at her slumbering friend, sitting up 
straighter again before examining the wet dildo in the 
candlelight. Glancing around just in case, the girl 
pressed the object to her tongue before running the 
length of the wet shaft across it. Ethel's eyes fluttered 
at the flavor and the witch let out a quiet moan as she 
closed them, smiling happily to herself for a moment.

"Not bad for someone so common," Ethel sighed 
contentedly, looking down at Drusilla again for a 
moment, "But soon I'll have the real thing. Now then, 
whatever did I do with the antidote? I really should get 
around to testing that, now shouldn't I...?"


End Part 1


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