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I've finally completed the first part of the sequel to I Was a Teenage
Sorceress.  It's not the story in full, but I've been promising this story
for so long I thought I'd better publish as I completed rather than
publishing all at once when I completed them.

The previous installments of this story line are republished under the
heading "Witch Chronicles".

WITCH CHRONICLES 001 - A TG Witch's Tale
WITCH CHRONICLES 002 - Elizabeth's Story-Elizabeth
WITCH CHRONICLES 003 - Elizabeth's Story-Lynn
WITCH CHRONICLES 004 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 1
WITCH CHRONICLES 005 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 2
WITCH CHRONICLES 006 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 3
WITCH CHRONICLES 007 - Dark Beginnings (*The new one*)

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is
not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of such
material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your religion or
personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted to
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these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at the
discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for any
rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be broken
within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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Government file 00007:
   Document classification: Events leading up to the Restoration

See also:
   Diaries of characters of the Restoration:
      Government file 00001: A TG Witch's Tale
      Government file 00002: Elizabeth's Story - Elizabeth
      Government file 00003: Elizabeth's Story - Lynn

   Events leading up to the Restoration:
      Government file 00004: I Was A Teenage Sorceress Sec 01
      Government file 00005: I Was A Teenage Sorceress Sec 02
      Government file 00006: I Was A Teenage Sorceress Sec 03

Note:  The events contained in these files are either personal
       diaries or the transcription of recordings made of personal
       awareness of events leading up to the Restoration.  As
       such, at times they tend to ramble and also contain a
       suitable content of material that is not suitable for
       perusal of minors.  In an effort to keep events as accurate
       as possible, with the exception of extraneous "he/she
       saids" no attempt to edit these files for content has been
       made, and any use of these files in any place where
       children might have access to them (history books,
       libraries, etc.) should be strictly regulated.

       The events contained in the above mentioned files are
       personal diaries and transcriptions of individuals.  The
       following files are the personal transcriptions of multiple
       people and have been spliced and meshed so as to provide a
       temporally consecutive series of events.  At the beginning
       of each splice is contained the name of the person for whom
       the story is being told.

GOVERNMENT FILE 00007:
Subtitled: Dark Beginnings

Note of the transcriber:

This part of the file contains the confession of the criminal Dorina
Tempus, after her incarceration after the events which brought about the
Restoration.  It was transcribed from a mystical recording she made,
shortly before her mysterious immolation within her cell.  Despite the near
indestructibility of the mystical recording device she used, it has been
ordered that this transcription to a paper medium be made as a back-up by
my superiors.  Why?  Because that's the way it's always been done.  Despite
Dorina's evil I find myself agreeing with her opinion of bureaucrats.

Dorina Tempus is the head of the Dark Alliance which sought to enslave all
humanity, and a willing servant to the Dark Ones.  Her story is an adjunct
to the one contained in Government Files 00004 through 00006 and is a lead
in to events contained in further files detailing the Restoration.

It should be noted that Dorina has a powerful empathic talent, was one of
the strongest (if not the strongest) sorceresses on the planet, and utterly
devoted to her dark masters, despite what they had done to her.  This means
that she and her servants engage in a fair (and unnecessary) amount of pain
infliction.  This confession is not for the weak of heart.

[Dorina]

I was in my office, savoring the pain that had been inflicted upon a young
boy by one of our members.  I loved the look on his face when he realized
it was his own mother who had transformed him.  The boy was now a
sex-starved she-male slut who would fuck or suck anything.  He was also a
living magical tool for the Alliance.  Thanks to a bit of jewelry implanted
in his tongue, any man who he sucked would suddenly go down on his hands
and knees and be unable to move for an hour afterwards.  And thanks to a
cock ring magically welded to his dick, any man he fucked would grow tits.

His mother led him to another room, and suddenly my baby cried.  I felt the
urge rise, hating it and myself as I did.  I went over, grabbed my hated
child, pulled down the panel on my nursing bra, and pushed the baby to my
tit.  You're probably wondering why I didn't just turn the brat over to a
wet-nurse.  It's the price of power in Alliance to the Dark Lords.  When a
new Magus is inducted into the order, they make a wish.  The Dark Ones
grant the wish, but at the cost of being forced to do or be something they
hate.

Take the mother we were discussing earlier.  She was the housewife to a
philandering husband, and the mother of three boys, when we discovered her.
The woman wished to punish her husband for his cheating, and wished for 3
girls.  And her husband had no intention of giving her more children.  In
order to get it, she had to give up her naturally blonde hair which she was
so proud of.  She now had two ram's horns growing from her skull.  Minor
payment?  She also had to give up her sons.  One of her sons, her middle
son, had already been transformed into a she-male and was fucking her
father with reckless abandon, causing him to grow huge tits.  At that point
the father was already up to H tits, and the boy showed no signs of letting
up.

Her eldest, the one just transformed into her "daughter", was now being led
into a room where he'd fuck his youngest sibling, giving him a pair of
tits.  We had special plans for the youngest.  He had the potential to be a
Mage of some power, so we'd give him a choice.  Either become a freakish
slut like his brothers or become a sorceress in the Alliance.

What was my own payment?  I had been a man, fairly handsome, well built,
with in my mind, one defect.  I had a small dick, barely four inches when
hard.  So I wished to have a huge dick and become a sexual dynamo.  The
Dark Ones then turned me into a hermaphrodite.  I now have a 15" when erect
dick.  But I also have a pair of H cup tits.  Normally, I think just like I
used to, but if I'm not pregnant or nursing a child, I become that sexual
dynamo I wished to be, climbing on any man I meet until I get pregnant.

Did I mention I hate kids?  Even my own.  I have ten children now.  Don't
know where any of them, except the one I have to nurse, are, and don't
care.  As soon as they're weaned I pawn them off for child porn and slavery.

But, anyways, after I slapped the brat to my tit, I returned to the scene.
The new "girl" was already fucking her little brother, who was whining and
whimpering in pain.  Oh, the sensations were delicious!  The elder boy
dropped his load and I watched as the youth grew a pair of C cup tits,
crying in humiliation and degradation.  The elder brother was taken away as
the mother consoled the youth.  She made our offer, telling him, "All you
have to do is accept and make a wish.  Your wish WILL be granted."  Of
course she omitted the fact that the wish would be twisted into something
degrading, but that's to be expected.

The boy thought about it, then said, "I accept, and I wish for the power to
hurt anyone who has ever hurt me."

I thought it an appropriate wish.  Little did I know what kind of problems
it'd cause me.

After the boy accepted the power of the Dark Ones enfolded him, and he was
transformed into a beautiful woman, a full woman.  I briefly wondered
whether that was part of his mother's wish or his degradation, but I had
other problems.

I had that bitch, Jenny Welker to deal with.  Ben was right.  I cared
nothing for him, but he was my property, and that bitch Sorceress had to be
punished for destroying him.  Besides, the bitch was the single most
powerful sorceress in the world, and if she ever discovered the true nature
of the spirit link she had undergone with her wife, another very powerful
sorceress, she might actually pose a threat to the Alliance's plans.  The
idiots in the Sisterhood didn't realize that a spirit link, once forged
between two people who... ugh... love... each other, was permanent.  It
just settled to a static level.  Otherwise the constant pressure of
another's thoughts, even your... love's, in your head could drive you crazy.

I took my brat and went out to the communication center.  I caught the
nearest agent and asked, "Has our assassin been placed into the cell with
the Welker woman?  She was depleted by the fight, but if she gets a good
night's sleep, our assassin won't stand a chance."

"She was placed in the cell, but there's a problem."

"What?"

"Jenny and one of her cell mates got into a fight."

I snorted.  "Even depleted, that girl would've been more than a match for
any mortal."

"Granted.  Miss Welker took the bitch by the throat and used raw lightning
to shave her bald."

I snickered.  "That girl does have a mean streak.  Pity we couldn't make
her one of ours."

"Yes, but after the fight, she was put into a private interrogation room to
wait for a public defender."

I waved it off then called for a cup of coffee.  "It doesn't matter.
She'll be put back in the cell at the end of the day."

"The girl was released."

"Impossible.  The police wouldn't release her without identifying her.  And
since she has no legal identity, that would be rather hard to do."

"That's just it.  She now has a legal identity.  It seems that all of her
records everywhere except for in our shielded bank say that she is and has
always been the female Jenny Welker."

"Impossible.  No sorceress in the Sisterhood has the ability to visualize
properly to cause such a thing to happen."

"That's just it.  She didn't contact the Sisterhood.  The only person she's
had contact with is her lawyer."

"A public defender did this?"

"Well, she is one of the best in the state."

"Who is she?"  I took a sip of coffee.

"The name is... Daphne Newell."

I gagged and had to spew out the coffee.  "Daphne Newell?!  Why didn't you
stop her?  Why didn't you kill the bitch?"

"We can't.  She's on the DON'T TOUCH list.  No spells, no interference,
nothing is to be used against her."

"And do you know WHY people are on that list?!  No, of course you don't!"
I screamed to the air, "May the Dark Ones take the souls of all bureaucrats
to roast in Hell!"

"What's wrong?!"

"Daphne Newell is the niece of the world's most powerful Witch.  Now she's
met the world's most powerful sorceress.  If she brings those two groups
together, and she undoubtedly will, it will bring to an end 1,500 years of
successful plotting to keep them apart!"  The man was stunned as he
should've been.  "Where are they now?"

"At a restaurant."

"I want an all out assault team sent to that restaurant.  NOW!"

"But what of the mortals there?!"

"Kill them all!  Make it look like a... gas explosion!  Have our assassin
in the jail kill everyone there.  I want no evidence that these two ever
knew each other to survive!

************

[Jenny Welker]

[From a transcription of an interview given after the Restoration]

JENNY:  You ask how it started?  Oh, it feels like such a long time ago.
Well, most people know about my origins as a sorceress from that made for
TV movie that aired last Sunday.  Quite frankly, I'm amazed that they went
into such detail.  I thought that they'd excise the more... blatantly
sexual parts of my story in Daphne's diary.

INTERVIEWER:  Well, after the... what is it they're calling it?... The
Restoration, clothes were so useless for a lot of the population, that most
got over their sexual hang-ups real quick.

J.W.:  [laughs]  I suppose so.

INT:  But what happened after that?  I believe Daphne was going to take you
to meet her aunt?

J.W.:  Yeah, but what the story didn't contain was what happened shortly
thereafter.  Before we even got out of the bathroom, Daphne nearly fell
over, then threw herself into a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut
behind her.  I felt this magical twisting, and heard Daphne say an
expletive of some sort.

INT:  So what had happened?

J.W.:  I suppose that's where it really started.

INT:  Do tell.

J.W.:  Well, after I heard her yell out, I knocked on the door and asked,
"Are you okay?"

I tried to open the door, but she slammed it shut and said, "Not exactly.
Do me a favor.  Get my cell phone out of my purse and speed dial number 2,
then slide it under the door to me."

"Okay," I replied.  I went over to her purse, still on the sink counter.  I
got out the phone and dialed the number she asked, looking to see if I
could see her under the stall walls, but she had pulled her feet up.  I saw
her shoes, though, utterly ripped apart.  I slid it under the door and she
grabbed it.

"Yeah, Lynn," I heard her say, "could you either put Aunt Sarah or your
wife on the phone for me?"  After a few seconds she said, "Yeah, Lizard,
someone there needs to come through and get me.  I'm at the New Asia
restaurant."

Then, a little later, she said, "No, I can't really say why.  There's
someone here."  Then a bit after that, "Trust me, Elizabeth, your coming
through will be less freaky than what has happened to me."

I heard her hang up the phone and I asked, "So what did happen to you?"

"I'm not sure you'd believe it, even if you saw it."

I was about to try to encourage her to give me a try when I felt a magical
twisting of a major spell being cast. It was very similar to a
teleportation spell cast by one of the Sisterhood, but had a different
flavor to it.

INT:  Flavor?

J.W.: It's hard to explain to someone not trained in the mystic arts.
It's...  It's like the fact that two different cooks, despite following the
same recipe in the exact same way, can produce things that taste totally
different.  Kind of the same thing.

INT:  Well, doesn't everyone who works magic have a different flavor?

J.W.:  [Thinking]  Technically, yes.  But your style either has to be
radically different, or the person sensing it really has to be paying
attention to notice it.

INT:  So you sense this strange working of magic, and because you knew the
"flavors" of the White Sisterhood and the Collegiate Brotherhood, you knew
it couldn't be one of them.

J.W.:  Well, it couldn't have been one of the Brotherhood.  None of them
have the power to perform a teleportation spell without resorting to
ritual.  I'd've felt it being cast long before.

INT:  So what happened next?

J.W.:  I felt space and time warp, and a tall brunette suddenly appeared in
the bathroom we were in.  She looked a lot like me, a little over 6' tall
with immense breasts.  Thinking she was some kind of sorceress, I
immediately struck a combat pose, and demanded, "Who are you?"

The woman, well, tried to strike a combat pose, but she was hampered by the
fact that she was about 7 months pregnant.  "I could ask you the same."

INT:  So who was it?

J.W.:  That was when Daphne introduced us.  From the stall she yelled,
"Settle down, both of you!  Elizabeth Norman, meet Jenny Welker, sorceress.
Jenny Welker, meet Elizabeth Norman, my sister and Witch.

I did settle down.  "Charmed," I said.

"Likewise.  So, Daffy, what was so big that you called me away from David's
birthday?"

I saw a hand grasp the top of the bathroom stall.  It was much larger than
I remembered, and,... well, no other way to describe it, clawed.  The hand
pulled the stall open, and out stepped... Daphne, sort of.

INT:  Sort of?

J.W.:  I assume you and your watchers know of the Transformation that
Witches undergo?

INT:  [laughs]  They'd have to have been living in a cave not to.  But just
to make sure, why don't you refresh their memories?

J.W.:  On their birthday of the year following the year after a multiple of
6; 7, 13, 19, et cetera; a Witch undergoes a physical change upon the
awakening of her power.  Sometimes it's subtle, a third nipple, a hand
changed into a claw, something like that.  But sometimes, it changes the
entire body.  As it did with Daphne.

INT:  So what changes did she undergo?

J.W.:  Well, it was still Daphne, that much you could tell if you knew her.
But only if you knew her.  What had gone into the stall had been only a
little over 5', and, except for her G cup breasts was a rather small and
dainty brunette.

INT:  Now wait a second, I've met Daphne Newell, and that HARDLY describes her.

J.W.:  Not anymore.  What stepped from the stall was 7' tall, had dark,
blood red hair, and a reddish tint to her skin.  But that was only the more
normal changes.  The biggest changes were that her hands and feet were now
clawed, and she had big, bat wings and a tail.  Her clothes were now
nothing more than shreds hanging from her body.  In fact, the only thing
about her that wasn't changed was her G cup tits, and on her new, larger
body they almost seemed normal.  Large, but normal.  She now was a
she-demon, with the exception of her dick, which was now visible since her
panties were gone.  All in all, she had a rather erotic appearance.

INT:  I know what you mean.  The girl oozes sexuality.  So Daphne, now
transformed, steps out, how did you and Elizabeth react?

J.W.:  Both of us were too shocked to respond.  Finally, Elizabeth said,
"Daffy?"

"Yeah, it's me," she said.

"This defies all the odds," Elizabeth responded.

"Tell me about it," Daphne says.

INT:  Wait a minute.  If Elizabeth was a Witch doesn't that mean that, as
her sister, Daphne was going to transform?  How does that defy the odds?

J.W.:  Daphne explained that earlier.  Something left out of that TV movie.
Daphne and Elizabeth were the descendants of the human offspring of a
Witch/human mating.

INT:  So?  Don't all descendants of Witches become Witches, too?

J.W.:  You're thinking post-Restoration.  Prior to the Restoration
immediate descendants only had a 1 in 10 chance of Transforming.  Second
generation only had a 1 in 10,000 chance.  Since Liz was a Witch, Daphne
only had about a 1 in 100 million chance of Transforming.

INT:  So she beat the odds by Transforming.  What happened next?

J.W.:  Daphne says, "Lizard, we need to get home.  Now."

Liz asks, "What about her?" and points her thumb at me.

Daphne responded, "She comes with us."

"But-"

"Elizabeth, this is big.  I'll explain once we're behind Aunt Sarah's
protective spells."

"Okay."

INT:  Okay, I've noticed that sometimes Daphne calls her sister Lizard,
sometimes by her full name.  Is there some significance to that?

J.W.:  Yeah there is.  The two, when they were young, developed pet names
for each other.  Daphne called her sister Lizard, and Liz called her
brother Davey, and when he later became Daphne, Daffy.

INT:  That's right, Daphne, like you, was transformed from a boy to a
she-male when in his late teens.

J.W.:  Some differences, but basically, yes.  Anyways, each referred to the
other by the pet name, unless they wanted to impart the seriousness of the
situation.

So Elizabeth agreed to take us to her Aunt's home.  She said, "I don't have
a 3-person spell Mastered.  I'm going to have to dance up a spell."

Liz then started dancing.

"Is this really necessary?" I whispered to Daphne.

She tells me, "Actually, yeah, it is," and then explained about a Witch's
Crutch.

INT:  What is the "Crutch"?

J.W.:  It's the source of many of the myths about Witches.  All those who
can cast spells require something to focus their energies.  In the case of
human magic, that's vocal incantations and ritual magic.  But with a Witch,
each has their own focusing agent called a Crutch, something they have to
do to cast non-Mastered spells, and in Liz's case, that Crutch was dancing.

INT:  So how was Elizabeth's dancing, considering she was 7 months pregnant?

J.W.:  Not real great, but that's not unusual.  A Witch's Crutch is always
something hard for them to do, but not impossible.

Well, I felt space and time begin to warp around me then I felt the magic
suddenly quenched out.

Daphne looked at her sister and asked, "Well?"

"Something canceled the spell," she explained.

While I quested out with my magical senses, Daphne said, "But you didn't
seem to suffer from backlash."

Mystified, Elizabeth said, "I... didn't.  There was no backlash.  The spell
just didn't work."

"Not quite," I said.  "Ladies, we're in trouble."

"What's wrong?" Daphne asked.

"Somebody's cast a warp lock against us."

"A what?"

"A warp lock.  It works by taking the other end of a teleport spell and
repositioning it to exactly where you are.  You can teleport, but only to
exactly your same position.  Using it is a favored tactic of assault teams
of the Dark Forces when they don't want their target getting away."

It was at that point that the outer wall to the bathroom exploded and a
dark assault team stood there.  I cast the mastered spells to enhance my
strength and speed, and felt Liz cast similar spells.  We fought valiantly
against them, but were no match against them.  I was still too exhausted
from my battle with Ben earlier, and Liz was too hampered by her pregnancy.
Surprisingly, Daphne seemed to fight the best of all of us.

INT:  Well, it does seem her new form was more suited to combat.

J.W.:  That and the fact that her Crutch was fighting.  She was soon
tossing fireballs and using energy shields with the best I've seen.

But, unfortunately the best wasn't good enough.  We faced a team of ten of
the best fighters the dark forces had to offer.  And were soon laid
unceremoniously in a pile, all of us barely conscious.

INT:  So you were beaten and barely functional.  But obviously you
survived.  We'll find out how right after these messages.

************

[CMS-37]

[CMS stands for Clay Metamorphic Servant, a Golem, a mystical construct
capable of being shapeshifted into any shape its creator wishes.  The
CMS-37 unit is not truly alive, more like a magic robot, complete with an
artificial intelligence allowing it to think.  The secrets of the unit are
lost to all modern magic users, further adding to the mystery of the
"Master".

The CMS never describes itself except where oddities to its form occurs.
Unless the CMS passes a mirror or other reflective surface, only guesses to
what it looks like at any particular time can be made.

The following is an essay description of the CMS-37's holographic memory as
detailed by the unit itself, and contains many notes of me, the transcriber
to detail scenes and events not explained by the CMS unit.]

I served the Master [The Master is a tall person, presumably male, dressed
in baggy black slacks, top and boots.  His face is concealed under a hood
which contains only an utter blackness reminiscent of the proverbial
Abyss.] his evening meal, then awaited as he finished it.

When he was done, he looked at me and transformed me into a female form.  I
knew that for his after dinner entertainment, he wanted me to start by
masturbating myself.  The Master was uncertain whether he  would involve
CMS-36 or not at this point, but that was his way.  I reached up and
grabbed my ample bosom, rubbing my breasts.  [The CMS unit, during its
recitation of the tale, is utterly devoid of emotion.  It may be just me,
but I got the feeling that the CMS lacked any real emotion, and that its
"emotional" responses were all simulated.]  I moaned loudly as my fingers
stroked and pinched my nipples.  I played with my breasts a bit, before
sliding my hand down my abdomen to my crotch.  I fingered myself a bit,
moving my fingers in and out, sliding them over my clitoris.  I rocked a
bit as I fingered myself.

I knew that the Master was growing bored because I could sense him activate
the CMS-36.  He shifted 36 into the form of another woman, and she came
over and kissed me.  [The CMS-36 has the appearance of a 5'8" redhead, with
a 36DD-24-36 body.  judging from the fact that both units look each other
in their eyes, it can be guessed that the two are the same height.]  I
grasped her body and pulled her to me.  We ground our hips together and
Frenched each other.  36 slid her hand down to my cunt and slid her fingers
into me.  I moaned and moved my hands to her breasts.  I lifted them up,
pressed them together and suckled both nipples, alternating from one to the
other.

We looked into each other's eyes and dreamily stared at each other.
Finally she took me by the hand and led me to a nearby bed.  [The bed was
in an area where the CMS had looked before and wasn't there.  It can be
surmised that it was conjured there by the Master.]  She lay me on my back,
and laid a slow trail of kisses down the length of my body, going from my
mouth, over my left breast, down my stomach, and to my cunt.  She slid her
tongue into me, slowly licking and tickling me.  She then swung her hips
around so that her cunt was over my face.  I pulled her hips down and
proceeded to lick her as she licked me.  We reached the point where we were
cumming, and froze as the Master's attention was drawn away to another
point.  [The CMS-37 unit's description was rather short, and almost
clinical in its briefness, further adding to my belief that its emotions
are simulated.  The events described here in three paragraphs took a little
less than an hour to occur.]

We remained frozen in spot as the Master went to his scrying pool and
looked in.  Had it been necessary, we would've remained frozen and picked
up exactly where we left off when the Master's attention returned to us.
But the Master said, "It is time."  Our excitement fled our bodies as the
Master stuck out his hand, summoning his staff from across the room.  [The
staff is a 6' pole, apparently made from gold, topped by a golden hexagon.
Embedded in the hexagon is a gem, apparently a ruby.]  We stood up and the
Master transformed us into battle Golems.  [The testimony of others who saw
both the CMS units in action state that the two were identical in
appearance.  The CMS-36 appeared to be a blocky, 7' tall statue, with 4
arms, razor sharp ridges running down the top set.]

He turned to us and extended the staff.  There was the flash of a
teleportation spell, and we were on a city street.  This was unusual for
the Master.  Previously, the only time we had been allowed in public was in
a purely human form.

The Master impressed the images and auras of three women onto our minds.
One was a pregnant Witch; another was a she-male, she-demon Witch, and the
last a she-male sorceress.  All had the incredibly powerful auras of first
rank magic users.  All except for the Master and these three who were on
the street or in the room with the broken wall were to die.

There were ten who were to meet death that day, all very powerful
sorcerers.  They seemed surprised to see us, and before that surprise could
dissipate, both 36 and I lashed out, decapitating two each.  Of the
remaining 6, three stayed by the women we were here to protect, a fatal
mistake.  Had they worked together as a team, the 6 might have had the
power to take us.

Two attacked me, and one 36.  They sheathed their bodies in flame, an
effective technique when fighting humans or Witches, useless against us.  I
blocked the attack of one, and side kicked the second.  That one reinforced
his body, absorbed the attack, and grasped my leg.  I extended a spike from
the end of my foot, and the man's heart ceased to exist.  The first and I
exchanged a few blows before I grasped his head.  By shifting his own arms
into swords he was able to remove my hand at the wrist, but it was too
late.  My hand became liquid and flowed into his mouth and nose.  The clay
moved into his throats, reformed into spinning blades and decapitated the
man from the inside.

We were about to move on to the others, when the Master stopped us.  The
three, who had not heard his mental command, were confused when we stopped
moving and returned to a neutral pose.  The Master stepped forward.  He
extended his staff, and three beams lanced out from the gem.  The three
sorcerers threw up a collective shield, but the Master's beams passed right
through it, striking the women.  The men were surprised as the three stood.

The pregnant one said, "What the?"

The sorceress said, "Form up.  Back to back."

The three, unaware that we were not going to hurt them, formed a triangle
with their backs to each other.  The Master then extended his staff and the
three women disappeared.  The Master then used his magic to send the three
men elsewhere.  The Master then brought us home.

************

[Dorina]

I was waiting in my office for news of the assault team, nursing my brat.
(This one seems to have a greater appetite than any of my others, and
unless I want to become some insatiable sex fiend bound and determined to
get pregnant, I am bound to feed him whenever he wants.)  Suddenly three of
the team were dropped unceremoniously in a pile in front of me.  I was
shocked.  I reached out to turn off the alarm and noticed that it wasn't
ringing.  As they got to their feet, I placed the brat in his bassinet, and
said simply, "Explain."

The team leader said, "We engaged the women as ordered.  We defeated them,
but as soon as we were about to finish them off, we were confronted by a
hooded man and two mystical constructs.  The constructs killed four of the
team before we could move.  We split up, three remaining with the women,
three attacking the constructs.  Unfortunately, the constructs killed them
quickly. We prepared for a fight, but the constructs stopped.  The man then
stepped forward, and made three passes with his staff.  The first restored
the girls to full power.  The second teleported them away.  The third
brought us here."

"This staff.  Describe it."

"Made out of gold.  A long pole with a hexagonal top that had a ruby inside
it."

"A Hexatar Staff," I whispered in awe.

"What, ma'am?" the leader asked.

Aloud, I said, "Nothing that need concern you.  Let me ask you a question.
Why were you not prepared for these constructs after they teleported in?"

"There was no warning, ma'am.  There were none of the usual effects
associated with a teleportation."

If the man had a true Hexatar I could believe that, not that I was giving
the idiot any slack.  "Question two, if the constructs could destroy four
of your number so easily why did you think three of your number would
suffice?"

"They no longer had surprise, ma'am."

"Uh huh.  And you say you defeated the women.  Why aren't they dead?  Why
isn't either of them dead?  Couldn't you handle a  Sorceress and a human
lawyer?"

"There were three, ma'am.  The lawyer's sister, Elizabeth, was there.
Further, the woman, Daphne, had gone through a Transformation.  She's now a
powerhouse of a fighter, both in terms of body construction and power.  Her
Crutch is fighting."

"Appropriate for a pacifist.  But you say you defeated them anyways?"
Quite a surprise, actually.  The girl, Elizabeth, was one of the few
Witches that didn't have a mortal life.  According to the records, she and
her now wife had an altercation in late November 6 years back, prompting
the Witch to leave school and devote herself full time to pursuing the
study of Magic.  In a world where most Witches mastered only one branch of
spell-casting, if they mastered any at all, Elizabeth was a Master of
physical transformations, counter-spelling, awakening Transformations, and
Mental controls.  She's the youngest Witch ever to make the Witches'
council.

"Elizabeth was hampered by her pregnancy, and Jenny didn't have the power
to maintain the fight.  Daphne proved to be the most effective opponent of
the three."

"Now you say you defeated them.  So I go back to my original question.  Why
isn't even one of them dead?"

"Well, we wanted to..."

"Yes?"

"We were going to destroy them collectively with The Death of a Thousand
Pains."

"An excessive, torturous death to be sure."

"I'm glad you agree."

"Oh, I didn't say I agree."  I stood and walked around them.  "Do you know
why you were sent to that restaurant?"

"To kill Daphne Newell and Jenny Welker."

"But do you know why they had to die?"

The man grew afraid.  "Because their union could bring to an end our plan
to dominate humanity."

"Yes.  Now are they dead?"

"No, but that wasn't my fault."

"Ah, but if you had not tried to be excessive in your pain delivery, you
could've managed to kill one or all of them before this mysterious man
appeared."

"But-"

"But nothing.  Pain has its place," I clenched my hand into a fist, causing
the team leader to double over in pain, "but only after the job is done!"
I held my fist for a few seconds before releasing it, thus releasing him.
"You're still too valuable to me to kill, but your stupidity must be
punished."

The man stood.  "Yes, ma'am."

I sat back down.  I mystically scanned the personnel records to find a
suitable punishment for the male.  I found it in his sexual preferences.
One of the reasons why he had been selected for the team was that he had a
hatred of she-males, and since both Daphne and Jenny were she-males it gave
him an incentive to destroy them.  "Drop your transformation cloak," the
spell which covers whatever changes the Dark Ones made to his body.

He did so, and before me stood a little girl with big tits.  I quickly
scanned him and found out that it was more than a surface transformation.
He was male mentally and spiritually, but his body had been transformed
into a 12 year old girl with DD tits.  I reached out with my magics and
stripped all three of them.  I then transformed the two others into
she-males.  To further rub it in, I transformed them into duplicates of
Daphne (pre-Transformation) and Jenny.  I then placed a magic lock on them
all so that none of them could use any magics and told the two she-males,
"Rape him."

The Jenny look-alike came over and reached around from behind, grasping his
tits and squeezing them painfully.  "Daphne" came around, grasped him by
the back of his head and kissed him.  She then pushed his head down to her
breasts, forcing him to take one into his mouth and suckle it.  I saw tears
come to the team leader's eyes, as Jenny slid her hand down, sticking it
into his cunt.  She roughly inserted her fingers and mauled the sensitive
vulva.

The two she-males then forced him to his hands and knees.  Daphne knelt in
front of him, while Jenny knelt behind.  Daphne forced him to take her dick
into his mouth, while Jenny shoved her dick into his pre-pubescent cunt.
The two she-males then stayed slightly apart from the team leader.  Jenny
then whacked his ass, forcing him forward onto Daphne.  Daphne then scraped
his face, causing him to move back onto Jenny.  Between the two of them, he
moved, until they came, shooting their seed into him.  Daphne grasped his
face and held him until he swallowed her cum.

He thought it was over, but I had a special surprise for him.  He tried to
rise, but Jenny pushed him down to his stomach.  Daphne grasped his arms
and pulled them out straight.  A cat-o'-nine-tails appeared in Jenny's
hand, and she used it to beat his ass bloody.  When his ass was nice and
red, covered in his own blood, Jenny crawled up to him, and shoved her dick
into his ass.  I reveled in the pain he felt as she fucked his raw rear.
After she came, I transformed them back, reveling in the disgust they felt
at what they had done.

I came over to them and said to the team leader, "Remember this pain and
remember your failure.  In this organization, you only get two strikes."  I
released the magic lock.  The first thing he did, even before rising, was
transform himself back to his male form.  Before they could say a thing, I
dismissed them, and they ran from the room.

I smiled.  I had enjoyed the display, and resolved to take the two
she-males as my slaves if it wouldn't risk our plans.  My brat then cried
his, "My diaper is full" whine, and I summoned his nanny.  I may have had
to feed the whelp, but that didn't mean I had to deal with his messes.

************

[Jenny]

INT:  Okay, we're back from commercial.  So, Jenny, you had just been
beaten by the assault team the Dark Alliance sent to kill you.  As I said
before the break, it's obvious you survived, so  what happened next?

JENNY:  Well, I was kind of hazy for a while, so I'm not sure exactly how
long it took, but suddenly I felt this transfusion of energy, my magical
power restored.

INT:  Now wait a second.  I thought it was impossible to just restore a
person's magical energy with magic.

JENNY:  It's supposed to be.  To this day no one has been able to figure
out how it was done.  But after it was done, all three of us stood.  We
found ourselves surrounded.  Most of the dark team were dead, and in very
bloody ways.  Three of them were left, and we had three new players.  Two
of them seemed to be animated statues of some kind with 4 arms each.  The
third was a hooded man who just pulsed with mystical might.  But most
intimidating, was that the man carried what looked like a Hexatar Staff.

INT:  A Hexatar Staff?  What is that?  Some kind of magic item?

JENNY:  To call the Hexatar Staff a magic item is like calling one of
today's super-computers a calculator.  An enchanted item has a set effect.
When you build it, you set the effects in.  But once you're done, that's
it.  Whatever you put in, number of times it's usable, duration of each
use, et cetera, are set.

But the Hexatar Staff.  If the stores are true, it's like a combination
magic computer, and amplifier.  Depending on the story, just holding it can
amplify your power from 2 to 6 times.  Further, you can change the effects
of the staff, effectively "reprogramming" the staff.

INT:  So you now have this new group, what did you do?

JENNY:  Liz said something as I yelled for our group to form up back to
back so we could defend against both groups.

INT:  But if the dark forces were now dead, didn't that make the new group
your allies?

JENNY:  Possibly, but I couldn't take that chance.  But it turns out it
wasn't necessary.  The man raised the staff and beams of light lanced out
from it towards us.  I threw up a shield, but the beam passed right through
it.

INT:  What did the beam do?

JENNY:  It teleported us.  The weird thing was, there was no feeling of
being teleported.  Suddenly, we were just... elsewhere.

INT:  Where?

JENNY:  In, of all places, a nursery.

INT:  A nursery?

JENNY:  Mm-hmm.  A big one, too.  Three cribs, two occupied, and one adult
male.  He was sitting, and, at first, I thought he was fat.  I wasn't
desirous about starting a fight with kids around, but after what just
happened, I wasn't taking any chances, and struck a battle stance.

The man tried to rise, and yelled, "Sarah!" but fell back into his chair.

But then Elizabeth stepped from behind Daphne and me and said, "It's okay,
Uncle Peter.  It's just us."

The relief was very apparent on his face.  "Liz, thank god.  Don't scare me
like that."  Elizabeth went over and helped him to get up.  "But weren't
you supposed to be picking up..."  Then he got a good look at the newly
Transformed Witch.  "Daphne!?"

Daphne gave him a short wave.  "Hi, Unc.  By the way, this is Jenny Welker."

He extended his hand to me.  "Pleased to meet you."

I shook his hand, and a tall, big breasted woman ran in.  She said, "Peter,
what's-  Elizabeth?  What are you doing here?  I sensed no penetration of
the shields.  And where is...  Daphne?!"

Elizabeth said, "It's a long story.  But, to make a long story short,
Daphne met this sorceress, Transformed, got a hold of me; I went there; we
were attacked by Dark sorcerers, nearly defeated; a stranger woke us up and
teleported us here.  And if you think it's strange that you didn't feel
anything, I didn't feel anything, and I was the one being teleported."

Somewhat flabbergasted, Sarah said, "Wait a second, let's take this one
step at a time."

Suddenly a small boy (about 5 or 6, I guess) ran in, yelling, "Mama, mama,"
and leapt into Liz's arms.

Liz said, "Hey, Davey.  Had a good birthday?"

"Yes, but we're about to have cake.  Can't you and aunt Daffy come down now?"

Daphne seemed amazed.  "You know who I am, Davey?"

"You're aunt Daffy.  Duh!"

I grinned.  Sometimes kids can be so fun.

Sarah said, "Not unusual.  Most young children haven't lost their sense of
wonder, and see right through Transformations, no matter how radical they
are."

Liz said, "Davey, your mother's got to discuss some things with the adults
here.  Go down with your papa Lynn, and I'll be down in a bit."

The boy left the room, and Sarah said, "On to business.  Miss Welker, Liz
and Daphne say you're a sorceress, and that's enough for me.  But we will
need to call the Witches' Council.  Understand, we have spent the last
1,500 years believing that humans have lost the ability to manipulate
magic.  If you could arrange for some demonstration, something powerful and
flashy, without being too depleting to yourself, it would go a long way
towards proving your claim to the others."

I nodded.

Daphne said, "Aunt Sarah, the Sorceresses and a fellow order, the
Collegiate Brotherhood, have councils of their own.  With your permission,
they should be brought here.  There are Dark forces out there and it took a
union of the two groups to defeat them last time."

"Agreed.  Of course, they would have to attack when we have three
pregnancies in the house."

Suddenly Peter said, "Two pregnancies and a newborn, hun."  I noticed he
was holding his belly.

Sarah asked, "Are you sure?  It's two weeks ahead of schedule."

Peter replied, "I have birthed 3 other children, my love.  I know what a
contraction feels like."

INT:  A contraction?  Peter was a woman?

JENNY:  No.  Daphne explained it to me.  Peter was born male, but, then
again, so was his wife, Sarah.  Her transformation turned her into a
she-male, and since she couldn't birth children, Peter allowed her to
transform him into a hermaphrodite, so they could have children the natural
way.

So Sarah says, "Okay, Daphne, go get your husband.  The rest of you, no
offense, but get out."

Daphne and Liz took me out of the room.  As we headed downstairs, Daphne
said, "Jenny, contact Wanda.  Tell her what's going on.  Use your link.  It
can't be tapped."

INT:  Ah, the infamous wizards' link.  Now, not being a magic worker
myself, I've never had the benefit of experiencing it, but I've heard it
can be rather powerful.

JENNY:  [Smiling knowingly]  That's putting it mildly.

So they brought me downstairs.  I heard the sounds of a party going on in
another room, and Liz excused herself and went in.  Daphne pointed me to a
Den, then went off, I guessed to get her husband.  I sat down, closed my
eyes and went to that place in my mind where Wanda always was.  I found the
mirror that Daphne had shown me and went to it.  Wanda was on the other
side, in the council room.  She wasn't too interested in the council
meeting, and when I tapped on the glass, she ran to me.  The mirror
dissolved and she was right there.

We kissed, sharing not only passion and contact, but the memories of what
had happened since last we shared our minds.  While incidents of the attack
and my transport here were shared with her, I learned that she had reported
my survival with the council.  The council agreed with her that Daphne
needed to be brought to them to be questioned.  They expected me back
within a few minutes, and when it didn't happen, they sent someone to the
restaurant, only to find a bunch of dead bodies, and one wall blown apart.

Since then (only a few minutes ago) they had been searching for me only to
be blocked by some mystic walls preventing detection.  They knew I was
somewhere within or near the city, but couldn't pinpoint it.  After the
sharing was finished (which took about a second, if that) I just looked at
her and asked, "Why didn't you just use the link?"

She looked sheepish and said, "I forgot that it could be used.  I'm still
used to thinking of it as a temporary connection.  But, Jen, my love, is
all this for real?  Real Whit-chara?  Witches?  Not some trick?"

"You wouldn't say that if you experienced Daphne's transformation
first-hand.  One second, she's this little slip of a woman, next she's a 7'
tall she-demon brimming with magical power.  We've got to get our groups
together.  Get the high council of both the Sisterhood and the Brotherhood
and bring them here."

"Can we trust these people, Jen?  Why not bring them here?"

I thought about it.  I explained, "Wanda, I can understand why the
Sisterhood would be loathe to trust these people, but... I trust them with
my life.  I'm not sure why, but I feel a... kinship with them.  Besides,
having been in all three places, the council chambers of both our orders
and here, and here is more protected.  There's at least two levels of
shield spells surrounding me, and a few places in this house that have
shield spells around them.  One of which is just... staggering in power."

"Alright, I'll try to convince them, but it isn't going to be easy."

"I have faith in you.  After all, you convinced me to stay Jenny, didn't you?"

She smiled and teased, "Yeah, but that was easy.  You love me."

I then teased back, "A tramp like you?  Love?  I just stay with you for the
great sex."  It was one of the great things about the link.  Since you knew
the others feelings there was no way of going too far with the teasing.

Wanda kissed me and stepped back, both of us returning to our bodies.  I
opened my eyes, seeing Daphne sitting on a table.  "Well," she asked, "will
they be coming?"

"Wanda's kind of concerned about them wanting to come to a strange place.
I can't really blame them."

"What about you?  Do you trust us?"

"Yes.  I can't explain why, but yes I do."

"Thanks, that means a lot.  You want to attend a six year old's birthday
party?"

"Sure.  Don't you want to get changed first?"

Daphne looked at herself.  "Oh, geez, I look a fright."  She stripped off
the remains of her clothes and tossed them in a nearby garbage can.
"There.  Now I'm ready."

"With nothing on?"

"No taboos on nudity in this house.  Besides, nothing I own is going to fit
me anymore."

I almost laughed.  "I suppose not.  Would you like me to conjure something up?"

Daphne considered it.  "Sure.  Something red to match my new coloration."

I closed my eyes, visualizing a dress to fit her, then cast the spell to
conjure it up.  And in less time then it takes to say it, Daphne was in a
short, sleeveless, backless, red dress.  "You look great, if I say so
myself."

She took a look at herself in a mirror.  "Thanks, it does look great.
Shall we go?"

We went into another room with lots of children of varying ages.  A couple
ran up to us, yelling, "Mama, mama," and leapt into Daphne's arms.

INT:  Now, I know Daphne is a she-male.  Was her husband a hermaphrodite
like Peter?

JENNY:  No, Daphne was sharing the beds of two people, her husband, Jason,
and her aunt's ex-fiance, Andrea.  She had two children with Andrea.

I was still kind of amazed at how the children seemed to take Daphne's
Transformation in stride.  After Daphne put them down and they ran back to
the party, Andrea came over, introduced herself, and kissed Daphne.  That
was when Daphne explained about their three way relationship.

I then asked them, "Aren't you guys worried about these kids telling their
parents or friends about Daphne?"

Daphne said, "Naw.  With the exception of my kids, who are no longer
exceptions, they're all the kids of Witches or Warlocks.  They know about
Transformations.  A couple are already Transformed themselves."

"Really?  None of them look it."

"You won't be able to tell from looking.  One would have to disrobe for you
to see his third nipple.  The other keeps her hair long around her pointed
ears.  It's not a hard and fast rule, but the earlier the Transformation,
the more subtle the Transformation."

It was then that I met Lynn, Elizabeth's wife.

INT:  Elizabeth's wife?  Did she have a 3-way relationship with someone
else?  Or was Lynn like you, born male, but transformed into a she-male?

JENNY:  Actually, kind of the opposite.  She was a she-male, but had been
born a woman.

INT:  How did that come to pass?

JENNY:  I'll explain that later.  Suffice it to say that Lynn was an
unawakened sorceress of fairly high potential.

We then spent the next couple hours with the kids, before I felt Wanda
tapping at my mind.  I excused myself, and returned to the Den, with Daphne
coming with me.  I went into my mind, finding Wanda already at the mirror.
I touched it and we were together.

"Love," she says, "the council is wondering if it would be possible for the
Witches to come here."

I told her I'd check and returned to my body.  I asked Daphne about it.
She considered it, and said, "I suppose if there's no other choice, but
from what you describe to me, your council meets inside a building."

"Yeah, so?"

"How big is the council room?"

"Combine this den and that party room.  About that big."

"Well, point blank, you're not fitting the entire Witches' council into
that without most of them transforming into something more human.  And
since, like you, they can only undergo twelve hours of transformation in
any 48 hour period, I would suggest elsewhere."

"Well, who's the largest member of your council?"

"A gryphon."

"Excuse me?"

"A gryphon, ten feet tall at the shoulder, 15 foot long lion's body, hawk's
head as big as your upper torso.  He's... an intimidating figure."

"I would guess so."

"And even if you find a convention hall big enough to hold them all, his
front feet are eagle's talons and he does tend to play havoc with floors."

I returned to my mind and to Wanda.  I then waited as she informed the
council of my facts, and returned to me.  "They've agreed to come to this
Sarah's house.  Now we just need directions."

In all the confusion, I had forgotten that I had no idea exactly where we
were.  I got the directions from Daphne and passed them on.  For then next
hour we waited for the councils to arrive.

When they started to come through the door, I heard Wanda's voice.  I
started to move towards it, but Daphne stopped me, saying, "Why don't you
go upstairs to the guest room.  I'll send Wanda up to you."

"Don't be silly," I said.  "We can get up there on our own."

Daphne tried to stop me, but I just shoved through the press of bodies to
find Wanda.  But when I found her...

INT:  Yes?

JENNY:  [Smiling broadly]  Let's just say I should've heeded Daphne's warning.

INT:  Oh, come on.  We want details.  This is cable.

JENNY:  [Laughing]  Okay, how detailed do you want?

INT:  We want every detail you can give us.

JENNY:  [Short laugh]  Okay, you asked for it.

As soon as I touched Wanda, the link restored itself to the same intensity
right after it was formed.

INT:  If I recall correctly, didn't you find yourself possessed of an
insatiable desire to bed the woman when you were first bonded?

JENNY:  Exactly.  At that exact moment I generated an energy bubble,
forcing anybody near us to move away.  I then disintegrated both of our
clothes, leaving us naked.

INT:  What was Wanda doing through this?

JENNY:  That's the thing.  When the link is that strong, you can't really
tell where one of you ends and the other begins.  Looking back I think I
can say that one of us forced the others away, and the other disintegrated
our clothing, but for the life of me, I couldn't say which of us did what.

INT:  Didn't anyone else object?

JENNY:  [Shrugs]  They might've.  At that point in time, the only one...
the only thing that existed for me was Wanda.

INT:  So what happened next?

JENNY:  Oh, come now.  You saw the movie, same thing happened again.

INT:  Yes, but not all our viewers may have caught the movie.

JENNY:  [Smiles]  Do you really want all the horny details?

INT:  Please, be as graphic as you can.

JENNY:  Alright.  We were naked together in the entryway to Daphne's
family's place.  I plastered my lips to Wanda's breasts, suckling her teat
like a baby.  Her own fingers found and fondled my breasts at the same time.

The last time we did this Wanda took the "female" role first, accepting my
dick into her ass.  This time, I pulled backwards, drawing her on top of
me.  My hand took her dick and placed it at my ass.  Taking the hint she
quickly shoved in, pumping wildly.  I was still nursing on her tit, and
used my hands to rub her breasts.  I wrapped my legs around her, pulling
her into me, allowing her only enough space to move to give me a good
fucking.

Now normally, Wanda's very good at prolonging our sex play, but at the time
we were so tied up in each other that there was no way we were going to be
able to prolong this.  I was feeling what she was both from my perspective
and from hers; we were that closely linked.  And soon, we were cumming
together in orgasm.

But we were by no means finished.  Wanda then straddled my legs, and shoved
my dick up her ass, riding me through another orgasm.  Then we 69-ed each
other till we came again, then we just lay together fondling each other
till we came down from our high.

INT:  So what did your audience think?

JENNY:  Actually, our audience had at some point departed from the area, as
they had when it occurred the last time.  And we both felt as sheepish and
embarrassed as we had the first time.

INT:  I think I can imagine.  But we'll be right back after these messages.
And when we return we'll get a chance to speak with Wanda, Jenny's wife.

************

[Elizabeth]

[The following is an excerpt from the personal diary of Elizabeth Norman,
member of the Witches' Council.  This particular excerpt is part of a
larger section, but details discussed and revealed above have been removed.
The full diary is available from the archive upon request.]

Well, after these people started to arrive, I saw Jenny moving through the
crowd.  I saw Daphne point at her and mouth the words, "Stop her," to me.
I wondered why, and was about to move towards her, when Lynn took my arm.
That was all the distraction it took for her and this beautiful redhead to
get together.  Suddenly there was this flash of light, and everybody within
ten feet of Jenny and her girl were moved back away from them.  I then
noticed that Jenny and the other were naked and starting to go at it like
rabbits.

Aunt Sarah, a sorceress, Lynn and I moved over to Daphne (who was rubbing
her fingers over her eyes and the bridge of her nose) and I asked, "What's
with them?"

Daphne said, "They underwent a bonding ceremony early this morning and
haven't been together since then."

"Ah," I said.

"So what's the big deal?  Why can't they control themselves?" the sorceress
asked.

Lynn explained, "When you undergo the bonding ceremony you're connected on
a combination of physical, mental, and spiritual levels.  For about two
weeks after the ceremony you have to remain close to your partner to allow
the connections to stabilize.  Otherwise, when you get back together, the
connection reforges itself.  The most you can spend apart is 3 hours
without risking that happening.  Something that Liz failed to mention."

I whistled nonchalantly as Lynn gave me a mock-annoyed look.  I had failed
to mention it to Lynn, and on the second day of our honeymoon, she snuck
out of bed early to go shopping for a surprise gift for me.  When she got
back, we ruined one of her best dresses getting naked, doing what Jenny and
her wife were doing.

The sorceress then said, "Great.  Okay, everyone, nothing to see here.
Move on."  With our help, she then moved everyone outside to our meeting
area.  As we walked, she said, "My name's Elizabeth Welker.  I'm Jenny's
mother."

"Pleased to meet you."

She then turned to Lynn, and asked, "How do you know about the bonding
ceremony?  Unless my senses are greatly deceiving me, your potential, as
large as it is, has yet to be awakened."

"Yeah, so?" Lynn answered.

"Well, how did you manage it?  It requires that both participants be
magically empowered."

I said, "Not if it's the same ceremony we went through.  It only requires
that one participant be magically empowered.  And from what Daphne tells
me, it's the same ceremony."

"Well, she did know more about it than even we did."

"But it does bring up something I wanted to talk about.  Could we go into
the den?  It'll be a little while before the other members of the Witches'
council can get here."

Both Lynn and Mrs. Welker gave me a strange look, and followed me into the
den.  They sat, and Mrs. Welker asked, "So what's up?"

"Well, it's about something that happened 7 years ago."

Lynn, in an exasperated tone, said, "Oh, Liz."

"Lynn, please.  Well, in my first year of college, when I met Lynn, I fell
for her, but she, for reasons out of her control, started teasing me about
my breasts.  So, in an effort to make her feel self-conscious about her
body, I cast a spell to give her a dick.  But, at the time, I was so
enamored with her, I accidentally included an obsessive desire to bed me.

"I later found out that she had been teasing me because of another girl.  I
tried to counter-spell my spell, but Lynn was unable to differentiate
between her own desire and my spell, so she lashed out with her unawakened
potential, preventing the counter-spell from working.

"Since then, I've spent my life trying to find a way to reverse my mistake,
but it seems that the only way to do it would be to awaken her potential so
that she can do it on her own, or at least not counter my counter.  So, I
was wondering..."

"Could I do it for you?"

"Yes."

"And do you want this, Lynn?"

Lynn said, "I'm not sure."

"Well, I would like to.  I can sense a high potential within you, and I get
the feeling that we're going to need all the sorceresses we can get our
hands on.  But there's a couple things you need to consider.  First, you
should expect to see some breast growth.  It has to do with the awakening
spell."

"I can deal with that.  I always have liked big-breasted women."

"Second, once the spell has awakened you, whatever form you're in when
finished becomes your "Native State".  You'll be unable to transform out of
it for more than 12 hours out of any 48.  So, if you have a dick when you
go in, you'll be permanently stuck with it after."

I was disappointed to hear this, but Lynn surprised the hell out of me by
saying, "The cinches it.  Do it."

"But Lynn?!  If you're going to be stuck with it what's the point?"

She patted the seat beside her.  "Liz, sit down."  I did so.  She took my
hands in hers.  "Liz, I have been telling you this for years, but
apparently I haven't been getting through to you.  I want you to stop
trying to change me back.  I like how I am right now."

"But-"

"Liz, I know you feel guilty about what you think you've done to me; that's
the only reason I haven't pushed harder to get you to stop.  But you should
be feeling happy for what you've done for me."

"I don't understand."

"Liz, I have known since I was 9 years old that I was a lesbian, that I
preferred women to men.  And the only regret I ever had before you came
into my life was that I knew I would probably never have children.  I would
have to either lie with a man, or resort to artificial insemination, or
adopt.  And of the three, adoption was most tenable.  But when you gave
birth to David, 6 years ago today, and I held him in my arms, knowing he
was MY child, and that he was my child with the woman I loved, I knew I
never wanted to go back."

I was flabbergasted.  "You... forgive me for what I did to you?"

"I forgave you before we were even married, love.  You'd've sensed that
after we were married if you hadn't been blaming yourself."  Tears came to
my eyes.  "Elizabeth Norman Thompson, I love you.  You have given me two
beautiful children with a third on the way."  She rubbed my belly.  "Now
forgive yourself, my love."  I broke down into tears and cuddled into Lynn.
She held me while I cried myself out.  To be honest, I think that my
response was mainly due to my hormones and the pregnancy.  It makes me wish
that a Witch could have spells cast on her during her pregnancy.

After I was finished, Mrs. Welker asked, "Do you still want to have your
powers awakened, Lynn?"

Lynn asked, "What will that mean exactly?  What will I have to do?"

"Well, during the awakening spell you won't have to do anything but stand
there.  The spell will awaken your latent potential, and make it usable.
Then of course, you'll have to be trained.  Standard procedure would be to
send you to our school for the indoctrination and primary training.  That
usually takes a year, although it can take more or less.  Jenny completed
her training in 9 months," then with an obvious mother's pride, "a record."

"Will Liz and my kids be able to come with me?"

"Sorry, no.  The training must be done without distraction."

"Then I'll pass.  I don't think I could spend a year away from my family."

"Believe me, I understand.  I had already completed my training when I got
pregnant with Jeremiah, Jenny's pre-transformation name.  I don't know what
I would've done if I had had to be away from him when he was young."

There was a knock on the door, and Daphne stuck her head in.  "Ladies,
Samuel just called.  He and his family are on the way, and I thought Mrs.
Welker would like to see him when he arrives."

I smiled.  I was always get a kick out of seeing people's first reactions
to Samuel.  His transformation was amongst the more radical of our kind,
occurring when he was 43, and he became a gryphon.  He's one mean looking
dude.  Ironically, except when he's hunting (he eats live sheep), he's one
of the nicest people you could meet.

We stood up, and started outside.  As we walked, Mrs. Welker asked,
"Whatever happened to the girl who got Lynn to tease you?"

I said, "We found out what was causing her to be so mean, helped her
resolve her difficulties, and she became a great friend of the family.
She'll be coming with Samuel, so you'll get a chance to meet her."

"You helped her?  I'm not so sure I'd've been so nice."

"Neither did I.  It's kind of a long story.  I'll tell it to you later."

We went outside, and waited with the rest of the group.  Then I felt it,
the magical twisting of space and time of a transportation spell.  Then, as
easy as you please, Samuel was there.  His wife, Karasina, Louise (the very
person we were talking about earlier), Richard (Louise's husband and
Karasina and Samuel's son), and their daughter, Theresa.  The only one who
looked normal was Theresa.  Karasina was an angel, and Louise and Richard
were centaurs.  But, judging from the startled gasps of the crowd, none of
them saw anything but Samuel.

Aunt Sarah stepped up and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, meet Samuel Kravitz,
head of the Witches' council."

An oriental woman finally worked up the nerve to step forward.  Samuel
moved one leg back and dipped his head in a kind of bow.  "Milady, I am
charmed to meet you."

The woman stepped up and with a brave front said, "I am Lin Su, head of the
White Sisterhood.  This," she pointed back to an Negro man behind her, "is
James Cameron, head of the Collegiate Brotherhood."  The man stepped
forward and nodded his head.

Things seemed tensely silent, when suddenly I, and everyone with any sense
of magic, felt something pierce the shields around our home.  The thing
was, whatever it was, was flying.  I looked towards the penetration, and
saw a flying horse carrying some people.  Suddenly Samuel turned to Lin Su
and said, "Get on," and bowed his shoulder.  Lin Su leapt up onto his back,
and they took to the air.

They flew up, met the intruder, and guided them down.  As they got close to
the ground, Mrs. Welker screamed, "Bambi!" and ran towards the pegasus.  I
remembered from what Daphne told us that Bambi was Mrs. Welker's younger
daughter, and followed.  When we got close Bambi dismounted and pulled an
injured man down beside her.  "Mom," she yelled out, "Travis is hurt!  We
were attacked!"

TO BE CONTINUED...


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