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Story 1: Invader Witch.

It was finally Halloween night, and Cassandra was ready to have fun with it. Cassandra had just graduated from a witching school before the summer. She took the summer off, and now it was her day to go out and wreak havoc upon the town. In the world she lived in, witches had a system where they went to a special school and, upon graduation, they were sent to different towns to take over the world bit by bit.

Cassandra wasn't very good at the witching school. In fact, she barely passed her classes. It didn't help that her roommate was into transformation, he'd transform himself into a huge dragon, conjure up drugs, and use them all happily. Meanwhile Cassandra just wasn't too bright. She lived in a very tiny house with a white rabbit familiar. The tiny house was squeezed between two much larger complexes, but it worked for her. She didn't need much to get by. Her house had everything she needed. A television, couch, kitchen, bathroom, and a basement which stored her spell books and potions.

Tonight, Cassandra wore a black witch top hat with a black robe, a very stereotypical witch outfit. She even dyed her skin green and wore a huge fake plastic nose. Underneath her clothes, she was average looking, if a little chubby, with slightly wider hips and a B cup chest. She looked at herself in the mirror, and grinned. "One stereotypical witch, ready to cast some UNstereotypical spells!" she tipped her hat forward, and grinned as she stared at her green eyes. She turned away from the mirror, and walked to the door.

She didn't get too far. The moment she opened the door, she found three children. One dressed up as a gorilla, one dressed up as a robot, and one dressed up as a green dog with its tongue sticking out. "Trick or treat!" The three children said in perfect unison. Each of them held a bag already partially filled up with candy towards Cassandra.

Cassandra grimaced down at the children. She didn't have time for this. Luckily, she was prepared. She plucked out three pieces of chocolate from a nearby bowl, and dropped them in their candy bags. "There you go. Go ahead and eat it. Your teeth will rot. Your stomachs will ache. AND YOU WILL SOON FALL VICTIM TO THE SUGARY DIABOLICALNESS THAT IS GLUCOSE COMBINED WITH FRUCTOSE!"

The three children looked up at her with tilted heads. They turned towards one another, shrugged, and said, "Thank you lady," before the three kids finally left.

"Stupid children." Cassandra mumbled. She closed the door behind her, and walked away from her tiny home. Multiple gnomes with skirts so big they covered their legs stared at the pathway she walked down. "Do they not realize I have a party to go to? I have to transform everyone at that party. That way, the covenant will finally realize the potential with my spells." While it was true she was assigned to this particular town, the thing was, she hadn't transformed anyone into anything yet. Sure she had tried, but it always backfired. Often thanks to a mirror, or the person conveniently finding a nickel on the ground. Tonight was her night though. There was a party in town where everyone was invited, and she was going to transform someone there, whether they liked it or not. She strolled through town and made her way to the address she was informed to go to.

Multiple happy children ran around the sidewalks with bags of candy of varying sizes. Cassandra hated children, but she had priorities to make. While her job was to change the entire town, she was determined to start with the costume party. The costume party took place at a massive mansion, a mansion surrounded by a steel white fence with a muscular bouncer standing just outside the gates on this particular night. The bouncer was a huge, strong man. There was a line that surrounded the mansion of people trying to get into the party too. Some tried to climb the fence, but they were in for a rude awakening as they were suddenly shocked when they reached the top of the fence, just to fall down that ten foot high fence back on the ground, smoking with hints of electricity coursing through their body.

As Cassandra made it to that mansion, she grimaced at the sight of that massive line. "This is worse than the DMV. Do they not know I have victims to transform?" she stormed her way to the very front of the line, the very entrance of the fenced off mansion where she encountered the bouncer. "You! Let me in." she stared up at the muscular bald man angrily.

"Do you have an invitation?" the man replied in a stern, yet calm voice. His strong arms crossed over his pitch black shirt that merely read 'Security' in bold white.

"What do you mean? Everyone in town was invited to this party. I need no such invitation! So move aside Mr. Clean!" Cassandra marched to the entryway, but unfortunately the security man stood right in front of the entrance to block her path.

"Invitations get you in immediately. Everything else gets you in the back of the line." The man, while only a foot or so bigger than Cassandra, was still able to reach down, lift her up slightly, spin her 180 degrees, and drop her back down again.

Cassandra began to walk, but only after a minute of walking away, she realized exactly what the security man had pulled. "Hey!" she turned back around to the man angrily. She was ready to chew him out, but she completely forgot that she could solve this situation with magic, the question was, how.

Cassandra whipped out a giant spell book. The old brown book would have looked out of place, although considering it was Halloween, it just fit in with her witch outfit. "I've had it with you! I'm going to transform you into something!" she said aloud. She cared not who heard her, she wanted to be feared as the sorceress she truly was. The question was...what should she cast? She flipped through page after page in the spell book to determine what to turn him into. She mumbled an animal under her breath on occasion, but then just decided against it. "A rabbit? No, he doesn't need that big a...reproductive drive. Perhaps a newt? Nah, he'll just get better."

As Cassandra flipped through page after page of spells, the line to the party began to shrink in size. What once started as a huge line soon cleared out. Only once the line was empty, Cassandra had found the perfect thing to turn him into. She didn't say the animal, but with a wicked grin, she slammed the book shut. "Okay you, last chance to let me in!" she held up one arm with her fingers extended.

"Fine, go on in." The bouncer said with a casual shrug. In truth, he had completely forgotten about her and her many threats, plus there was no one ahead of her now anyways.

Cassandra blinked rapidly in surprise. She slammed her spell book shut, and with a "Finally." She walked past the bouncer with her head held high. She could finally start transforming others.

Despite the line into the party now being empty, the party itself was still alive with hustle and bustle, people in all kinds of different costumes varying from scary, to funny, to almost no costume at all. The foyer of the mansion currently housed the most people, including bowls of candy, although many of them were more than halfway gone.

Cassandra looked around at the various costumed people. She just couldn't decide who to change first. She suddenly noticed a person dressed in a small tyrannosaurus getup. The outfit had a small panel out the neck for viewing, and a very floppy head. "Not the best costume to start off with...but a good one. Hey you!" Cassandra raced up to the person in the dinosaur outfit. Man, woman, it didn't matter.

The person in the outfit turned around to Cassandra. Their floppy arms made it virtually impossible to pick up anything, and while they had a window to see out of, it was incredibly dirty. The person appeared to speak something, but it was hard to tell what they were saying, let alone if they were a man or a woman speaking it. Their words were just completely muffled.

"Uh huh, interesting." Cassandra said, as if she could understand what the person said. "Hey, you know what's more fun than whatever you just said?" She raised a single finger up. "You actually being a t-rex!" She didn't take out the spell book this time, she simply pointed that finger at the person, said a spell, and then grinned wickedly at the person inside the costume.

There was an awkward moment of silence between the pair. Not that anything the person in the t-rex costume said could be understood in the first place. After a moment, the person simply turned around, and walked away.

Cassandra scratched her head in confusion. She swore she used the correct spell, why hadn't it worked? "Argh, perhaps I should start with something simple, and more obvious." She glanced around briefly, and then grinned when she spotted someone. "Like her..." she began to walk towards a woman.

The woman wore far less of a costume. In fact, she only had black cat ears and a cat tail, neither of which looked incredibly convincing. She had short black hair, pale skin, and looked rather plain. She was drinking from the punch, and just let out a sigh.

Cassandra walked up to the woman, and put her hand up against the white wall beside her. "Hey there kitty! You know, you look like you'd have a lot more fun with real cat ears, and a real cat tail." She didn't give a chance for the woman to respond before she used her spells. This time, she made direct contact with the woman by gently grabbing her free hand, and letting her magic go from Cassandra's hand, directly into the woman.

The woman looked at Cassandra oddly. She didn't even realize that her human ears had suddenly vanished underneath her hair. Her hearing was impaired for a brief period though, and when it came back, she was picking up noises, not on the sides of her head, but on top of her head. She reached up and felt those cat ears. While the ears still looked incredibly fake, she could actually feel the nerves inside of them. The band the ears were once connected on had vanished. Her cat tail, also fake looking, suddenly flicked to life behind her. At first, the woman stared at Cassandra with a look of confusion, but then she suddenly gave her a hug. "Oh this is wonderful! I've always wanted to have real cat parts! Can you make them look more real though? They're part of me, but they still look like I got them from the dollar store."

"Eh?" Cassandra raised a brow in confusion at the woman. "You're supposed to be frightened! You're supposed to be scared! Your human ears are gone, vanished, obliterated. You now have a black tail. Be afraid and cower, COWER BEFORE THE MIGHT OF MY MAGIC!" Despite Cassandra's show, nobody seemed to even glance casually in her direction.

"I'll cower before your magic if you make the ears and tail look more real." The woman put her hands on her hips, and smirked slightly at Cassandra.

Cassandra didn't take the clear hint that the woman gave her. "Very well!" With another spell, the woman's fake looking ears twitched. The faux fur became real, and the otherwise fake looking inside of her ears shifted deeper as they became real. The woman's spine extended into the tail to allow full movement, and the tail itself reshaped around her spine to form a cat tail that was very much real.

The woman felt the tingling sensations on her head, and her rear. She reached back and grabbed the tail at the base gently. She stroked the tail upwards before she let it, and grinned. Her feline ears twitched as she picked up the noise from the party. She couldn't hide her happiness, she absolutely adored the changes. They were incredibly minor, but nonetheless, she loved it. "Oh thank you! I mean...uh...oh no, I'm so afraid of you, I must flee!" The woman 'fled', but with a clear laughter from her happiness.

Cassandra was ignorant to the woman's happiness. She was finally satisfied herself that she was able to transform someone, even if the change was simple, it was but a start.

There was a tap on Cassandra's shoulder from a lanky thin man in his 20s. The man didn't have a costume on, but he looked at Cassandra with a small smile. "I can't help but notice you uh...transformed her?"

Cassandra heard the man's voice. There was a hint of fear to it, and Cassandra took it as a good sign. She turned to the man with a look of sheer confidence. "Yes. Have you come to offer to be my thrall? You look a little pale, but I like your enthusiasm."

The man shook his head. "No. I mean, uh...you know what I really fear? I fear being big. I'd absolutely hate it if you made part of my body bigger." He was as vague as possible for a fairly obvious reason. He tried to cower in fear before her, but he just couldn't pull it off. He always kept that smile on his face.

Maybe Cassandra wasn't that intelligent, or maybe she read him wrong. Regardless, she said aloud. "Evil laugh! You dare not be MY servant! Your punishment will be most severe!" she changed the man and made parts of him bigger, but probably not what he was expecting. His shoes suddenly burst, and his socks ripped as the man's feet swelled to more than triple their size, and so swiftly too. His hands also tripled in size, looking extremely large at the end of his wrists. Cassandra didn't go into much detail with such changes, she was simply tasked to make him bigger, and bigger he was made. "Now go, otherwise I'll make even MORE of you bigger!"

The man winced as his shoes just suddenly burst. The growth was too quick to give him a chance to even remove his socks and shoes, and needless to say, it wasn't QUITE the change he was expecting. "You missed the part of me I wanted bigger..." he mumbled, although he turned around, and walked away with a frustrated grumble.

Even though Cassandra had simply only changed two people, she decided to call it an early night. She was confident that the world saw what she was capable of, and tomorrow, she was going to change even more people, whether or not they liked it.

Story 2: Salem Myu.

March 1692. Strange occurrences in the small town of Salem had started a massive witch hunt a month ago. A woman had already been hung for being accused of witchcraft, and now another woman sat at the defense bench in a crowded courtroom. This woman was an equine anthro though, a largely brown horse with white feathering on her arms and hooves. In this particular world, anthros not only existed, but were brought into society, although often discriminated against when it came to their rights.

"Myu. You sit in front of the town of Salem accused of witchcraft." The judge said as he himself sat upon the stand with a large white wig, thick glasses, a black gown, and a very serious face. "Have you anything that might prove you innocent?"

Myu wore a black top with a large black gown covering much of her legs. She let out a heavy sigh, and leaned back. "How the hell am I supposed to prove I CAN'T use magic, out of curiosity?" she had to ask.

"I am told you gave this poor woman a severe stomachache, and hypnotized her to do unspeakable acts, including theft." The judge pointed his gavel angrily at a human woman who appeared to be in her late teens. She was similarly dressed like Myu, except with a bonnet covering her blonde hair.

The woman nodded eagerly at the judge. "She is a witch I tell you! Find a mole upon her body and prick it, you will find no blood! Attempt to make her cry or vomit, you will see she cannot do either! Create a witch cake and feed it to your dog; watch her cry in agony, or stifle in pain!"

"First off," Myu rolled her eyes. "I don't have a mole. Second, there has been literally nothing noteworthy to make me cry, but your acting DOES make me sick to my stomach. Third, witch cakes are disgusting, and I hope everyone already knows what they are so they don't try to figure it out, and just see how foul they really are." She glanced away from the judge and woman briefly. It looked as if she was acknowledging someone that wasn't in the courtroom, but was watching them from a different perspective. "Don't look it up, reader."

"You haven't been to church at all too, that's another sign of being a witch!" The woman shouted at Myu angrily. "Go on, recite the Lord's Prayer, any prayer will do!"

The judge turned to Myu with a serious glare. "It is true, a witch cannot enter the Lord's House, nor can they recite any prayers. If you agree to step into church and recite a prayer, I shall be lenient, and declare you innocent."

"You ever think the church rips people off just as much as regular businesses do? How much do you get charged for a funeral?" Myu scoffed. "Hell no. I'm not going in there, not because I can't, but because I absolutely hate that stuff."

"She speaks blasphemy in front of the townsfolk!" The woman that accused Myu cried out hysterically. "Burn her for the witch she is!"

The judge grimaced at the woman. He turned back to Myu, and pointed his gavel at her. "Very well. For being accused of witchcraft, and unable to prove your innocence, I declare you guilty. You are to be hung in the public tomorrow morning at seven AM." The judge banged his gavel. "Guards, escort her to a holding cell. Watch for any witchcraft she may do."

Myu rolled her eyes with a scowl on her face. She already disliked humans, and the fact that they were so gullible just made it worse. Of course she was a witch, but she almost never used magic in town to reveal it, especially around the woman that accused her. At this particular moment though, with her arms crossed over her fingers, she pointed briefly at the woman, unseen by anyone, before she uncrossed her arms, and walked away with the guard.

The woman leered at Myu, but she couldn't help but grin as the equine was taken away. She loathed anthros, she didn't think they belonged in this world, it just felt so...unnatural. Now, she was going to make sure at least one was taken care of, one she hated more than the others. Her grin was short lived when her stomach suddenly growled angrily. "Ack...what..." she grabbed her gut, and kneeled slightly. "Ugh...witchcraft! She is targeting me with her magic!"

Well, at least you're not lying about that. Myu thought to herself as she was taken in the back. Though, beyond cell doors that led to a tiny prison, she couldn't help but smirk herself. If only the woman knew what spell she had cast on her.

The woman's stomach pain subsided quickly. She turned briefly and watched that some of the townsfolk looked at her worriedly, while others were leaving. "Oh don't worry about me, I'm fine." She slowly stood up. "She just...she must have gotten out of range. I feel much better now." The woman left with the rest of the townsfolk. She made her way back home. She was quite eager to watch Myu's hanging tomorrow too, so much so that she couldn't erase the smile on her face.

The woman walked through the town in high spirits. Salem didn't have very many anthros, but the woman was intent on making sure all of them vanished at one point or another. She was already thinking of the next anthro to accuse of being a witch. As she looked around, she failed to notice her ears that became pointed, and pulled upwards. Her hearing was a little distorted, but it slowly recovered. Once it had though, she was hearing differently. "Wait..." she walked into a small alley, and felt the sides of her head. Her eyes slowly widened as she felt no ears on the side of her head, but rather, two fuzzy pointy ears on top. "The...the hell?" she knew she had accused Myu of being a witch, she didn't think she actually WAS one though!

The woman's heart began to pound quicker. "Oh holy father, please bless my soul and forgive what sins I may have performed." She murmured a holy prayer. Unfortunately, her prayers were answered in a manner she didn't want. Her spine cracked and stretched out, pulling skin along with it. Pitch black fur grew along the extending skin as it grew out two feet tall into a slim black cat tail, one underneath her outfit. The woman turned and stared with wide eyes at the new wriggling thing underneath her clothes. "Holy prayers don't work, surely the church must." She began to take a quick walk towards the church, but as she walked, her head was turned towards her back, and she failed to notice the man she bumped right into. Both of them fell to the ground with an 'omph.'

The man the woman bumped into was a man the woman actually quite liked. The man had a simple black outfit on, and short brown hair. "Are you alright Lisa?" the man asked.

Lisa, the woman that Myu cursed, the woman that was changing, slowly stood up with a grunt. "Y-yes...I just, I have to get to the church is all. I am in a little bit of a hurry, John."

John slowly got up, and dusted himself off. He reached a hand down to help Lisa get back up too. "Are you going to pray for Myu? I heard about the spells she cast on you. You're still willing to forgive her for such actions? That's very sweet of you."

Making a lot of assumptions there. Lisa thought to herself. She wasn't one to look mean in front of a man she liked though. "Oh yes. As mean as she was in life, I still want to pray for her soul. If you don't mind, I'll be on my way now." She got up with John's help, and rushed off to the church once more, her eyes forward. She ignored the itchy sensations underneath her outfit, unaware that fur was sprouting on her.

Lisa made it into the wooden building church with little difficulty. She stepped inside, and let out a huge sigh of relief. She felt very warm and itchy underneath her outfit, so much to the point where she had to scratch herself above her clothes in hopes that it would relieve her, but unfortunately it wasn't helping much. "Can't undress in the church..." she murmured.

"What would give you such an idea to do that, anyways?" A woman asked behind Lisa. Pearl, Lisa's very own mother, was in church, and she was right behind her in fact, right before the entryway where there were multiple wooden seats, and a place for the pastor to stand up front.

"Oh mother..." Lisa turned around to Pearl. Part of her was shocked that the older woman with graying hair was silent, but the other part wasn't surprised at all she was in church. "I just...I feel so...like I was cursed." Unlike the many times before, it wasn't a lie. She felt warm, itchy, even her face was feeling itchier than normal.

Pearl's eyes slowly widened as she looked at Lisa. "Lisa, your face is as black as coal, yet it looks soft as silk. It reminds me of a...of a..." she stammered.

Lisa, hearing her mother's words, rushed to the front of the church. She examined her face in the holy water, and gasped. Her face, while it had the human structure, had short black fur sprouting all over. Even her eyes were becoming slit and yellow, like a cat's own. She knew the woman behind this, it made her all the happier that that equine was being hung. She turned back to her mother, and opened up her mouth to speak, but a simple cat meow came out.

Pearl was old, but she wasn't frail. With a single cane in one hand, she made her way forward in front of the church, going past row after row of wooden seats. "I was there and watched what happened. The Lord's House isn't preventing that evil equine's dastardly magic on you. We must make her reverse the spell on you before she is hung, otherwise you may never return to normal."

Later that night...

The cell doors opened leading into the small prison behind the courtroom. Pearl walked inside with a cane in one hand, and a creature in the other. "I can handle myself from here, thank you." She said to a man that opened the door for her. She walked slowly along the wooden interior until she arrived at a cell, Myu's cell. "I know what you've done." Pearl spoke inside the cell. "Now, you are going to fix this." She revealed the creature she was carrying in her other hand, a cat. A black cat with yellow eyes, one that shook slightly as it stared into the cell at the equine creature. The cat once named Lisa, now reduced to nothing more than a feline.

Myu lied on the bed in the cell. The cell had so little to it, a very tiny window, less than a foot big, a small hole to do one's 'business' in, and the small bed. She sat upon when she heard Pearl, and smiled at her, and the cat. "You're right. To be totally honest though, that was the first spell I had ever cast on your daughter. The fact she's blaming me for other misfortunes is all on her. I did absolutely nothing else to her."

The cat hissed angrily at Myu. White claws could be seen coming out of its paws as its yellow eyes glared at the equine.

"I don't care what you did, or what you didn't do before. If there is truly any good left in you, you will undo this curse with which you inflicted upon my daughter." She held up the cat. Indeed, Lisa had been changed into a tiny small feral black cat.

"I'm surprised you aren't convinced that my magic will wear off when I die." Myu crossed her equine hooves. "Not that anyone in the town knows a damn thing about witches anyways. You know I could go into church and recite prayers without a problem? Hell, I bleed like anyone else." She raised her head. "And besides all of that, what would I get out of restoring her body, 'repentance' or some bullshit? I'm getting hung tomorrow. Well, if I want to."

Pearl leered at Myu. "If you...want to? You're trapped in a cell. You have nowhere else you can go. Magic cannot stop you from death." Pearl hadn't considered magic wearing off once Myu was gone, had she done so, she wouldn't have even come here in the first place. She didn't know much about witches though. "What is it you want me to do so that you can restore her body?"

"You want me to do something about bodies?" Myu hopped off of the hard mattress. "I'll do something about bodies. Like I said, I can use magic to get myself out of here whenever the fuck I want, but since you're here, we'll make this interesting..." Myu used a spell of hers with a smile.

Pearl felt a strange pulling sensation in her body. She couldn't describe the feeling very well, her body stood still, yet she felt herself pulled towards Myu. "What kind of foul curse did you d...dah..." she couldn't hold herself back, and she suddenly sneezed. The sneeze was powerful enough to drop Lisa onto the hard wooden floor beneath, and as she sneezed, she felt that she sneezed far, far more than she normally should have.

As Pearl slowly opened up her eyes, her eyes crossed to see an equine muzzle just inches in front of her. She saw the familiar bars in front of her, but she also noticed her own body, her body that stared her down with a grin on her face. Pearl looked down at her body, and then her hands. She slowly came to realize that she was now in Myu's body! Based on her old body's grin, she knew one thing. "F-fix us immediately!" She shouted in Myu's own voice.

Myu, now in Pearl's body, used Pearl's own feet to push Lisa into the jail cell, using magic to widen the bars enough to get her in, and then with that same magic, shrinking the bars to trap the two of them in together. "Now you understand. I call this a soul swap. I take your body, and you have mine. Of course, I'm taking my magic with me, in case you couldn't already tell." Myu looked down at the angry, and now confused, black cat. "Well, I'm sure you know what they'll do when they see her. They'll assume she's my...well...YOUR familiar, and you know what will happen to her. As for you?" she shrugged. "You were the woman that helped get the first execution of an innocent person that wasn't a witch. You helped started this entire witch hunt on nothing more than false accusations, so consider this a form of karma for finding a REAL witch." She turned away from the cell. "For the both of you." She walked off, and thanks to now being in Pearl's body, she was able to get out of the jail with little effort. She felt a little guilty, killing wasn't something Myu ever did, even as a witch; she did transformations. At the end of the day though, it wasn't going to be her harming them. Plus, both of them made their own bed. She would rest easy. Just as soon as she fixed up her new body.