“My, you’re a curious thing, aren’t you?” 

      Cherry glanced along the bar, looking over at the woman sitting herself down beside her. Tall, graceful, dressed entirely in black, her brilliant blue hair the only splash of colour, and – Cherry couldn’t help notice – strangely alluring. Her heart fluttered for a moment, the stranger smiling at her, gazing into her eyes with a slight predatory glint. A wolf looking at her prey.

      “Me?” Cheery reply, the word caught in her throat. 

      “You,” the stranger smiled again, looking over Cherry in return. Cute, plump, wavy black hair tipped with deep pink, and with a chaotic aura of cascading colours. The ability to see auras (amongst other things) was second nature for a witch like Amber, but most ordinary people stuck to a single colour, shifting only slightly with moods. Cherry’s, on the other hand, was a swirling array of colours, tendrils reaching out to everything around her, as if searching for something…

      “Not everyday I see someone with an aura like yours,” Amber continued, voice soft and warm, filled with curiosity, “a fellow witch? … no, it’s a natural gift. Out of your control. A shapeshifter… a changeling?”

      “How did- wait, wait,” Cherry blinked, trying to figure out which of her friends had set her up for this. It wasn’t many people who knew her body could change, sometimes quite drastically, if she ate the wrong thing, or wore the wrong clothes. It was weird, sure, but that didn’t mean witches were real… right? 

      Amber blushed a little in response, leaning back, doing her best attempt at a disarming smile, “sorry, got a little carried away. The names Amber,” a quick flourish, and blue flames danced in the palm of her hand, fading just as quickly into a shower of sparks, “and I’m a witch,” Amber finished, offering out her hand.

      “Oh, that was, wow, I-” Cherry stammered, the rational part of her mind trying to make sense of the pyrotechnic display, though given her own abilities sitting across from a witch wasn’t the weirdest possibility, “I’m Cherry,” she replied, taking Amber’s hand. 

      A flash of heat flared between the two, a deep warmth inside Amber’s body spreading through Cherry’s hand, running up her arm. Looking down in surprise, Cherry saw her hand shrinking under Amber’s touch, fingers growing smaller, cuter. Tendrils of deep pink spread across her skin, her skin almost glowing as it changed colour. 

      Cherry yelped in surprise, yanking her hand back before the change spread too far up her arm, nervously glancing around. Relieved no-one seemed to have noticed, other thoughts bubbled to the surface: how the hell had touching Amber caused that, and why did it feel so good? Already her hand had mostly returned to normal, leaving only a lingering feeling of heat and a strange sense of belonging. 

      “Oh, that was, something…” Amber finally spoke, ending the awkward silence, “sympathetic changes, right? You change based on things you touch?” 

      Cherry nodded, still nursing her hand, “yes, but, how did you-”

      The question lingered. 

      “Kind of hard to explain,” Amber replied. “I can show you, but not here, somewhere private… how about my place?” she added, with a wink.

      “Oh, sure-” the words tumbled from Cherry’s mouth before she had chance to stop them, part of her yearning for Amber so much she might have agreed to anything. 

      “Perfect!” Another flourish, another flare of blue flame, spreading out from Amber’s hand into a swirling tornado, engulfing them both. 

      Around them, the bar dissolved, a brief moment of weightlessness before Cherry’s feet landed on a wooden floor. Wobbling slightly, she looked around her, taking in the cosy bedroom, blushing a little at the thought. 

      “There, much better,” Amber smiled, “now I don’t have to worry about my street clothes.” 

      Brilliant blue flames spread over Amber’s clothes, glowing tatters flying out around her, burning away to reveal a gleaming bodysuit of silver and black. Cherry’s gaze lingered, taking in the sight of her, eyes finding no zippers or openings save the thick black bands separating Amber’s head and hands, the only parts of her uncovered. Like spreading flames, blazing orange horns and tail grew from Amber’s body, shining bright in the dim bedroom. 

      “One of the perks of summoning a demon,” Amber half-joked, stepping closer to Cherry, “and I’m guessing what sparked that change of yours. Want to see how far it goes?”

      Cherry’s heart raced, torn between awe and desire at the sight of Amber before her, still remembering just how good it felt to touch her. 

      She nodded. 

      Amber stepped closer again, taking Cherry’s hand again, feeling it start to shrink under her touch, “don’t be afraid to step away, if it get’s too much…”

      “I won’t,” Cherry replied, staying just where she was, feeling that warmth flowing through her again, the feeling of belonging. It coursed deep into her arm, shrinking to match her changing hand, pink ripples running across her skin. She reached out with her free hand, grabbing Amber’s, the warmth swelling inside her, speeding the change along her arms, running up to her shoulders. 

      “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Amber grinned at her, stepping forward, bringing the warmth of her body closer to Cherry, subtly steering her back towards the bed, “I can feel it changing you, moulding you… is it always like this?”

      “Not quite,” Cherry squirmed a little, looking up at Amber. Had Amber always been this tall? Warmth spread through her chest, heart pounding, a churning feeling in her stomach as her waist drew in, belly flattening. Her t-shirt grew loose around Cherry, hanging limply over her shrinking shoulders, held tight only by her chest, stretched out across her breasts. 

      “Maybe I can help with that,” Amber smirked, moving her hands to Cherry’s shoulders, taking the opportunity to push her down onto the bed. A touch of magic, and Cherry’s shirt turned an inky black, cotton shifting to latex tightening around her smaller frame, fabric tearing and reforming into a criss-cross across her chest, “there, something more befitting by first imp.”

      “Imp?” Cherry squeaked, the idea appealing more than she expected… after all, what else would serve a demonic witch? She found herself helpless under Amber’s touch, and loving every minute of it, as Amber’s hands worked their way down her sight, tightening around her waist, slipping under her shorts. Everywhere the warmth spread through her skin, that same pink colour flowing across her, Cherry’s body shrinking and swelling into shortstack proportions. 

      Her ass and hips swelled out, tearing through her straining clothes, leaving behind a new pair of latex shorts to match her body, another gift from Amber. Something started to shift underneath her, pushing out from above her growing ass, bones pressing into the bed beneath her. Shifting slightly, she looked back to see a growing tail forcing its way through her new shorts, stretching out into a short tail behind her.

      The witch continued to move her hands down Cherry’s legs, helping her natural magic along, expertly massaging her flesh, sculpting her. Bones and muscles shrank, taking another foot from Cherry’s height, her feet twitching and spasming, changing feet slipping free of her shoes. Her toes started to grow outwards, merging together, uncomfortable but strangely enjoyably. She flexed her new digits, spreading out the 3 toes adorning each stretched-out foot, watching her growing tail lazily flicking between them. It stretched out almost to the floor, the end bending back on itself to form a half-arrow, matching Amber’s almost perfectly.

      “Oh wow,” Cherry gasped, giddy with the changes, staring down at her demonic little body.

      “Now, time for that little face of yours,” Amber smirked, running a hand through Cherry’s hair, tracing a finger around her ear. Warmth spread across Cherry’s face, her blush brightening to the same rich pink covering the rest of her skin. Her ears tingled, twitching as they grew outwards, tapering to fine points. Amber’s body was close to Cherry’s now, practically pinning her to the bed, her cinnamon scent almost intoxicating.

      Twin pressures grew on either side of Cherry’s forehead, the warmth becoming more intense as budding horns started to emerge from Cherry’s hair. She reached up, feeling them grow, following the curve of them backwards, flicking sharply upwards, the perfect mirror of Amber’s. After all, she was Amber’s imp… why wouldn’t she match? As pleasurable as the changes were, as good as Cherry’s body felt, it was nothing compared to the joy she felt just being there with Amber, that feeling she belonged with- no, to Amber.

      Amber’s face drew closer, her eyes glowing like embers as she gazed down at Cherry, the predatory glint remaining. Amber held her body close, latex chest brushing against Cherry’s, tighter with each deep breath. Trapping her there, Cherry’s impish body overpowered, not that she wanted to escape… The kiss almost took Cherry by surprise, warm lips on her own, setting her heart fluttering. Amber felt Cherry squirming underneath her, returning the kiss, mutual desire sealing a deal neither truly knew they were making.

      Something caught at Cherry’s throat, a tightening feeling wrapping around her neck, a thick band forming. Cherry’s fingers traced around it, finding the edges of a collar, perfectly tight against her skin. And there, at the front, a ring of metal.

      “Now that’s something,” Amber smirked, lifting away, breath instead, “usually I have to give people collars, you made that one yourself. Good girl.” 

      Cherry squirmed a little at the praise, giddy as Amber reached out, a black leash flaring out between them, binding Cherry to her.

      “Now then, my pet,” Amber spoke, warm yet commanding, tugging gently at the leash, “I’d love to know more about these abilities of yours…”

      Cherry let herself be guided upright, standing unsteadily on her demonic feet, tail swishing behind her.

      “Of course, mistress.”