Made for @WitchySparkle

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“Y’know what Sparkle, I have to say, you are better at being my panties than you ever were as a witch. I feel like it’s for the better. Now you don’t have to deal with all the complexities of being a decently high-level witch, instead, you get to comfort my waist.”

“I can only imagine how you feel about all this. I’m betting that you’re thankful that I won. If I hadn’t you wouldn’t have gotten a much-deserved break. Plus you’re so soft. ” Mary teased toward her new panties, part of the spoils of being the winner of a witch's duel.

For years she had been one of the apprentices of Sparkle, one of the most seasoned witches she knew. For as long as she had been studying under her, she had been annoyed by her. The high-level witch was more than entitled, at least Mary thought so.

To the point that she wanted to teach the senior witch a little less in humility, to knock her down a peg. To make her realize she wasn’t all that. She had to wait for the perfect opportunity to teach her lesson, she didn’t want to be punished herself.

Now, years of magic lessons later she was ready. Having become a somewhat high-level witch, Mary was more than prepared to face her teacher. So, rather bluntly, she challenged the senior witch to a magic duel. To which she accepted.

The duel itself would be quite simple. All it entailed was one of the two getting the draw on the other first, with the winner given free rein to transform them. It was quite fitting that Mary had won, especially since it was about time that Sparkle would be transformed.

Given how powerful she was, she often found herself using her powers against unsuspecting non-mages. Now it was time to experience all that she forced others to. To be carelessly worn by her apprentice. To be just her panties.

That was all she now, just another pair of inanimate panties. Not just a regular pair, but a sexy pair. She was quite lacy, her form showing off some of her transformer’s skin. This whole thing was more than embarrassing.

Reduced to mere inanimate fabric Sparkle could do nothing save for keeping Mary comfortable, and she was doing that. As she noted whenever she had worn her non-mage victims, human-made clothing was beyond comfortable. Any form they were in felt great.

As such it was no surprise when Mary told her how comfortable she was. Hearing that made her so flustered. That’s all she could do now, be comfortable for her owner. Although, she still could use her senses. Thanks to this she was forced to taste her captor’s crotch.

To have her tastebuds filled with the flavor of her pussy, her ass. Not only that but she was forced to practically huff her privates, her ‘nostrils’ filled with the musk of her apprentice. That was the worst part about all of this.

She wasn’t transformed by an equal rival but by her goddamn student. A student who Sparkle knew for certain would keep her in this form for as long as possible. With how carelessly she was treating her, she was certain it was for the long haul.

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