I don’t like either one.

One of them is still pumping your full backside, you can hear the cum squirting out your ass alongside her eternal erection as you glance up at the witch. “No, I can’t do either of those, that sounds to dangerous . If I am a demon people try to kill me, and if I am some elf type I will get eaten by an orc.” You say panting. “There must be another way.” You are then silenced as her cock slides back into your mouth, it is so delicious you just can't stop.

“Oh no, you don't need to worry, you wouldn’t be a faerie or a demon, not exactly, you will be fine I promise. Sure a wizard or priest will be able to detect magic, but they won’t care, they will just see you as either a demon or faerie blooded sorcerer. Now make a choice already I can’t hold the ritual forever.”

She pushes the girl off of you again so you can answer. The way she says it sounds so nice, you want to answer, really you do, but just then a torrent of cum fills your ass and your cock unleashes a blast of your own and all you say is, “Gaaah.” The girl in front begins to spray as well and you slurp it back in your mouth gulping down the yummy load. Your last thought is one of pure bliss.

“Fuck.” You hear her say as you black out.

Some time later you have one of those half awake moments when you are pretty sure you are dreaming or something, but at the same time you are becoming aware of your surroundings. Filling your mind in this state is a flood of information about magic. You get a sense that you now are filled with a sort of pool of magic within you that you can draw from to cast spells as well as several things that you can do as long as you still have some available. Unlocking the power allows you to charge any weapon you use to increase it's power and your ability with it, mend small breaks and tears in items, the ability to make sense of any written language, magical or mundane, create a glowing light with a touch, and finally to see magical auras and attempt to determine their function, power, and how to draw forth their power if possible, including casting spells from scrolls, wands, or similar items. In addition to these you can also use the power to cast spells, and it would seem you currently know how to cast seven spells and how much magic is required to cast each of them.

The easiest sounding spell is one that transforms a pound of lead or soft metal into thirty bullets for a firearm. The second straight forward sounding spell channels a bit of your dark heritage into yourself or others with a touch that surprisingly causes the target to regenerate, it lasts about a minute but longer if you expend more magic. The third is cast almost the same way but this calms the target, ending rage or fear as well as possibly making them more inclined to believe what you are saying. The fourth calls forth a magical steed for up to 8 hours at a time and the mental image you get is something mechanical, a dirt bike possibly, rather than anything living. The remaining three seem to use twice the magic of the first four. The first of the stronger spells charges a tattoo or piercing with magic that can either boost the users physical and mental abilities, offer some resistance to spells, disease, poisons, or even strengthening the skin a bit, you also can tell these will improve and unlock more effects as you gain power. The next amplifies your magical sight, adding the ability to focus on an area to help notice anything, such as hidden rooms, traps, or normally hidden magical auras, if you focus on a creature you can read their aura, possibly revealing their true nature and intentions. The last opens a tiny portal to one of the four elemental planes allowing you to siphon out water, clean fresh air, a little blow torch like vent, or draw out rock, dirt, or even metal, enough to power your bullet creation spell.

“Oh fuck what a weird dream.” You say with a groan as you fully awaken. You can feel there is a very soft silk sheet covering you to the neck, and you are lying on your front with your arms under a very soft pillow in a red case. “Wait that isn’t right.” You say as your wits return. Tossing the cover off, you sit up and are again surprised as your dainty feet set down on the floor and naturally rest as if you were wearing heels. “No that didn’t really...” As your voice trails off you can’t exactly place what is wrong, but your voice sounds odd. “The witch was real.” You add as you look down at your new petite form. “Fuck me that was real?” You ask yourself. Looking across your new body your mystical sight also lets you know something else, your new body is still radiating residual magic, and it allows you to sort of read it. It would seem that with this knowledge you could, if you had a lot more magic than you do and the right materials you could even make changes, but that part ebbs and fades in a few seconds. Beyond that you can sort of see what you have become, you read yourself as mostly human with a slight trace of something else, some faint aura of foreign evil. 5' 6” tall, yet only 99 lbs, and your measurements are 32A x 23 x 28. “Fuck I am weak as hell.” Finally your hands reach between your legs and to your surprise you feel the soft cleft of an ever so cute little pussy. “Oh I wasn't expecting that. I am so getting **** and eaten by a dragon or something, just slurp one bite and I’m gone. Oh or even worse some big snake or monster worm.”

Standing up causes you to get dizzy enough to nearly pass out and you grip the end of the bed to steady yourself. Rubbing your eyes with skinny fingers you first notice is your flawless manicure and glossy pink nails. A glance finds your cute little toes have matching nails as well. “Huh.” Is all you can say. Looking yourself over you see your skin is pale but with the hint of a tan, and the hair on your head is styled in a cute short bob and platinum blonde, with soft pink highlights on the tips. “I wonder who did my makeup?” Turning your attention to your surroundings, you see that you are in what you are instantly sure is a hotel room. A bed is the central feature of the room, and there is a desk with a lit lamp sitting on it. Your magic sight tells you that it is a magic lamp that will light on command and burn with no heat or flame. As you figure this out you look left to right, see that it is clearly deep night outside, and it is so very dark. The little room attached to this one has a very simple toilet, a large wooden bath, and a couple of large pitchers of water on a low table. Other than the bed in this room there is also a desk with a mirror on it with a simple wooden chair, and at the end of the bed is a small messenger style bag made of brown canvas. “That’s not nearly big enough to hold what she promised me. I should have fought her. I am so fucked.” Rubbing your slender arms you begin to notice just how cold it is and yank the blanket off the bed to bundle yourself in it. You then stroll over to look in the mirror. Looking at the new you compels you to add, “I’m not sure if that is good or bad, I am gorgeous... I am so getting eaten.” You say with a laugh pointing your perfectly manicured hand at yourself. Your face is soft and beautiful with a perky nose, thin but sexy lips, and deep blue eyes. Your eyebrows are perfect as are your sexy long lashes. Opening your mouth you see your teeth are perfect and your tongue is pierced with a silver stud. Turning back to the bed your eyes are drawn again to the bag.

“So what did she give me I wonder?” You ask aloud as you pull free the little clasp opening it. On top of everything else is a note clearly written in a language you have never seen but easy to read, “It has been a very busy week, sorry, I’d go into detail but I have to admit I don’t care what you want. Alas a deal is a deal so I have to give you something. This wasn’t what you asked for but I’m sure you can sell it and buy whatever you want if you have to. I told a friend what you wanted and I’m sure she did fine. Good bye and good luck.”

“What a bitch.” You say with a scowl, but as you see what is under the note you have to admit you are surprised. First of all the bag clearly is magic as the inside seems 5 times larger than the outside , plus till you looked inside it didn’t read as magic. “Interesting.” You say as you reach inside to grab your payment, a gun, a pair of them in fact. You can tell they are magical as well. They are a matched pair of blued steel 1920’s era looking small 8 shot semi auto pistols with pink tinted pearl grips, stamped on the side is colt automatic calibre 32 rimless smokeless. Pulling the magazines, you find the guns are loaded but do not have a round in the chamber. The next thing you find is a long black leather belt with a wide strong looking buckle, with two holsters for the guns hanging on the sides. On the belt are also four little pockets, each holding a pair of loaded spare magazines for a total of 48 bullets, and a larger pouch that is currently empty. Next you find four one pound blocks of lead that you know your spell can turn into bullets, a cleaning kit for the gun, a similar kit for yourself with a comb, toothbrush, a bit of multi colored makeup for your eyes lips and nails, as well as soap, a tinder box with a little brass lighter, four potions that your magic tells you are all healing, two sets of tiny silk underwear, a pair of soft black leggings, a midriff bearing sleeveless black shirt, and finally a small pouch on a thin leather thong that contains 30 small gold coins.

Closing the bag you get a flash of a vision fills your head causing you to stumble. As if from above you see a massive army of the dead led by black smoke like creatures that reek of pure evil. The vision ends and you can't help but say, “Oh fuck. No way.” You are sure that the place you saw in your vision is far to the south even though you don't even know the lay of this land really at all.