Hell No

“That is not going to happen”, I said steadfast.

Femto didn’t like that. Neither did Beatrice.

“Just let me die! Femto! Kill me already and be done with it!”, the angry witch screamed.

But the devil was oddly silent. Was she testing if I was bluffing? Her magic was no doubt even now slowly returning. Perhaps, she was simply stalling for time. After all, even a fraction of her power would be enough to kill me.

“Fine”, Femto finally relented. “I take the magic.” She snapped a finger and a contract appeared. Femto grabbed a quill from a nearby desk and started to scribble some lines on it as well as crossing others out. It looked very...unprofessional. “There”, the devil bluntly remarked. “Just need you two to put your names on it.”

“Femto! Stop this! I am not signing anything!”

“Very well”, I nodded, while checking if Femto didn't try to screw us over. Everything seemed in order though. I signed the revised contract and handed the quill to Beatrice. “Sign it.”

She did, screaming and cursing all the way.

Femto was the last to add her name to the parchment. “Good. Not what I wanted but...fine. No, not fine, not fine at all. As a matter of fact, I'm fucking pissed.” She composed herself with a long deep breath. “Gonna take your magic now, Bea.”

“N-no...NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!”

But Femto showed no mercy. Even my non magic self could feel how the mana was extracted from the witch and after a while, something else was changing. Beatrice's body started to lose it's mature curves and turned more...juvenile.

“W-What are you doing?”, I screamed. “That wasn’t part of the deal!”

But the devil barely acknowledged my outburst. “Calm your tits. Bea uses a glamour. She can't keep that up without any magic. This is her real form.”

And sure enough, the mature, big breasted and black haired Lady in her late twenties, turned into a fresh and innocent looking 18 year old. (with rather modest breasts.) Beatrice still wasn't bad looking by any means, only that now you would definitely call her cute instead of beautiful.

“I hate you both!” Beatrice screamed while throwing a tantrum. “Just kill me! I don't want to live like thiiiiiis!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Femto shuddered slightly after she stored the extremely potent magic **** away. “Well, that was a letdown. Hey, Mari, not that its my business but take care of Bea, alright? If you just abandon her after you denied me her soul I will find and strangle you with your own intestines. So long, Bea.”

And with that as a final farewell, Femto engulfed herself in a black void and vanished.

“Femto! Get back her right this instant! You stupid devil! Uggggggggggggggh!” Beatrice angrily stomped the ground.

“So uh...” I coughed. “Do you have any luggage? Oh, you probably also want to shower! Lets go to my room once you are ready, alright? And uh...do you have some clothes in this size? What you are wearing is a bit...baggy.”

Beatrice kicked me in the balls with all the **** of a five year old girl,which for the record, still hurts like hell.

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“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Shut up! I kill you!”

“So that's what the mighty witch Beatrice actually looks like, eh?”

I was prepared for Beatrice to be devastated for weeks. How could she not be? Her best friend betrayed her, she lost all her magic and became my ****.

But not 30 seconds have passed since us returning to my dorm room before Cassandra and Beatrice where locked in mortal combat. A very one sided mortal combat. While Beatrice did put up a valiant effort, she couldn't compete with the much stronger huntress.

“That sounded...stressful”, Fisti said with a sympathetic smile. She seemed somewhat calmer then usual, probably due to receiving what must have very well be the best orgasm in her life. “But ya did the right thing.” She looked towards the ex-witch who was just in the process of getting a spanking from Cassandra. “What are ya planning to do with her?”

Good question. Heck, I haven't even figured out what to do with Cassandra. “I have no idea, but I'm feeling somewhat responsible for Beatrice. Now that she has lost all her magic, I don't think I can just abandon her. Do you think she can borrow some of your clothes? I believe you are about the same size.”

“I’m not wearing punchy girls hand me downs!”, Beatrice screamed while wiggling on Cassandra’s lap who very much enjoyed giving the witch some much needed discipline. “I am an adult and mature lady! Not some country bumpkin with a speech impediment!”

Thankfully for all of us, Fisti was still too content to care. “Ya do know this is her own fault. But I doubt saying this will change yer mind. Just try to stop getting any more slaves? Seriously, it's getting a bit crazy.”

I chuckled dryly. “Aiju certainly warned me of the grizzly fate that awaited me if I bring any more uh...mates home.” Speaking of the catgirl. I looked around. “Where is she?”

Fisti raised an eyebrow. “Wasn't she with ya?”

“She’s a cat, daddy”, Cassandra chirped in right before giving Beatrice a particular strong slap. “Cats like to roam around outside. She’s probably currently catching us our lunch.”

That would make sense...except. “She never showed up here?”

“No”, Fisti shook her head.

I didn't like this. After all, I gave Aiju an order. And she took the direct path back to the dorms via the fighters way. “We have to search for her”, I announced.

Just then, a small envelope was cast through the bottom of my dorm door.

Puzzled, I picked it up, opened it and found a card.

For a second I froze, then I dashed outside as fast as I could. There was nobody there but the elevator was moving I ran towards the railing got up on it and was yanked back down by Fisti.

“H-hey! Have ya lost yer mind? That’s the sixth floor!”

I screamed and trashed before finally freeing myself from Fisti and pretty much jumped the stairs down to the lobby. I frantically looked around but all I got was some curious stares from security.

In the meantime the rest of the girls would read the card that caused me to react so violently in the first place.

The message on it was very short and to the point.