No More Loose Ends

(Author Note: So I realized at this point, I've probably deviated a lot from the initial canon that was given...but eh...what the heck. Let's see how far they can go.)

"Oh wow!" Barnabas exclaimed as he bit into the roasted fowl. "You actually caught this yourself!" He asked Thomlin… eh, Rosalind.

"It actually wasn't so difficult.... well within this body." Rosalind chuckled as she groped her exposed chest. She was wearing nothing more than her underwear, and even then it was only because she found her breasts too cumbersome without the chest bindings, and didn't want her lower regions to itch. "It ran so fast." She giggled.

"Hey, stop feeling yourself right now and let's eat." Ricard groaned as he took another bite of cooked fowl.

"Come on boss, lighten up a little." Rosalind whispered. "You know, if you were in control, you'd be doing the same."

"Uh… that's fair." Ricard admitted. "Although, if I was in control, I'd do more than just catching some wild birds." He confessed.

"Oh not this again." Barnabas sighed. Ricard was going to start on another spiel about just how much better he'd use Rosalind's body than either of them. He never understood why his boss was so insistent that they do more. Barnabas was already learning more magic with her, and Thomlin was… well… doing whatever he did with Rosalind. Meanwhile the boss just seemed to enjoy roleplaying as her.

"Don't give me that. You know I'm right." Ricard told him before flashing him a malicious grin. "If you two had any sense, you'd know she'd be our ticket out of this dump, but alas only I seem to have the brains." He professed.

"Hey come on, I was the one who figured out the book." Barnabs argued. "We wouldn't even be swapping bodies if it wasn't for me."

"True...but what have you done since then?" Ricard questioned. "Nothing. Why, I'm sure you don't even know about what other spells exist in the book." He told his underling. "For one… Do you know about the puppet spell?"

"Puppet spell?" Barnabas questioned.

"Yes, the puppet spell." Thomlin answered… wait… that was Thomlin's voice… but wasn't in Rosalind. Barnbas turned around to see Thomlin's body grinning at him. He turned back to face Rosalind and found she too had a malicious smile on her face.

"Wait...if he's there, then who's?" Barnbas stuttered trying to rationalize the situation. All three of the boys were conscious...so who was controlling Rosalind?

"I am off course." Ricard answered.

"I'm controlling Rosalind." Rosalind continued.

"And Thomlin." Thomlin answered.

"And soon....I'll control you." The trio said in unison.

Barnabas tried to bolt, but Rosalind and Thomlin were faster, grabbing him and pinning him down. Barnabas tried to struggle, but he was soon struck on the back of the head, and his body fell limp. Ricard soon closed on him, using Thomlin's body to bound and gag the boy while Rosalind brought in the **** pig. Meanwhile, Ricard worked on drawing the symbols on Barnabas's forehead.

That night, the misfit boys were no more, for only one truly remained… Ricard, or rather the new Rosalind.

"Ah it's so good to be back in this body." Rosalind chuckled as she looked at the now empty husk of Barnabas. She recited the spell and soon his eyes opened, dull and lifeless. She watched, as he stood up before kneeling.

"How may I serve you master?" Barnabas whispered.

Rosalind chuckled as she turned to her other two… servants, Thomlin and her previous body, Ricard. "You will join these two and act as if nothing had happened. You will resume your lives but you will no longer be your useless self. You will have more confidence and work to study magic properly, becoming my magical extension." She commanded.

She then turned to Thomlin and Ricard. "As for you, you will train and exercise, sparring with this body and each other. You will abstain from all distractions and focus solely on bettering yourselves."

"Unless I command, you will all stay out of trouble." Rosalind ordered.

"Yes mistress."

"Good… Now why don't you all line up and pleasure me tonight to celebrate this occasion." She commanded. "Tomorrow is a new day."