The magic(-ending) touch

Chloe walked away backwards, her eyes locked with the nymphs. “Look, I’ll step away from the water. See, a nymph can’t go further than five feet from a body of water. Doesn’t that prove it?”

“You take us for a couple of morons, Umara?” Growled Fyra, narrowing her eyes. “That’s an old wives tale. No one’s stupid enough to still believe that!”

“Well, I, erm…” blushed Chloe. “I got it. I’m familiar with self-transformation spells, and I know their greatest flaw.”

“That being excessively touched by others would end the spell prematurely?” Continued Blizzy.

“That’s right!” Exclaimed Chloe. She stepped towards the nymphs, gulping her next words. “So you guys will quickly find out that I’m speaking the truth if you… touch me…”

Exchanging looks, the nymphs briefly discussed their plan. “Fine. We’ll touch you. But if you try anything funny or if this is some kind of pervy crap, I’ll not only burn you, but your ashes as well.”

The three stepped towards the witch, about to fondle the woman.

“Meow!”

“She’s taken in by Foxmarry?!” Exclaimed Rosaline.

“Meow!”

“And she’ll soon be exposed in his zoo?”

“Meow!”

“In nothing but her scrawny birthday suit? We gotta hurry! Lead the way, Conrad.” Spoke Rosaline, following Conrad with Elizabeth.

Umara stammered in fear. “Headmistress, I can explain. I’m, erh…”

“I’m waiting…” The headmistress folded her arms, growing impatient with each passing second.

“…My cousin… from abroad…” spoke a girl quietly behind Umara.

Turning her head, Umara saw a short girl with long black hair standing behind her, averting her gaze towards to the floor.

“Miss Blackthorne?” Asked the headmistress.

Umara quickly recovered as she wrapped her arm around Blackthorne, making the latter clearly uncomfortable. “Y-yeah, I’m her niece. Ain’t that right, erh…”

“…Ophelia…”

“That’s right!”

“…She unfamiliar… of our language… my apologies…”

“I see.” Spoke the headmistress, her voice returning to her usual calmness. “See to it that she won’t insult someone again.”

“…I will…”

As the headmistress walked way, Umara sighed with relief. “Thank you, you little creep. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll rather get out of this hole.”

“…need your help…”

“Come again?”

“ARE YA DEAF?! SHE SAID SHE NEEDED YOUR HELP, YA NASTY BITCH!” Suddenly, Ophelia held up a ventriloquist dummy in front of Umara.

“What on?”

“…Lillith, please… be nice…” Whispered Ophelia to the doll.

“I will be, if she’ll show some bloody manners! You lied for her, and she was ready to run off.”

“Okay, I don’t know what kind of freak show this is, but I’m outta here.” Said Umara as she slowly backed away.

“Unless you want us to tell to the headmistress who you really are, you get your ass back here now and help Ophelia!”

“…please listen…”

Contemplating her options, Umara decided she didn’t want to risk upsetting the headmistress. There might be a small risk she’d find out she wasn’t even a human.

“Fine, what do you want?”

“…I want to be… liked…”

“I’m r-ready!” Said Chloe, as she spread her arms and legs.

Flora walked immediately behind her, grabbing her ass with both hands. “Hmm, you really aren’t working with much, are you?”

“Guess she ain’t Fyra, right?” Joked Blizzy, as she started to fondle Chloe’s breasts.

“Which we will talk about, Flora!” Commanded Fyra, as she inspected Chloe’s face.

Chloe felt rather overwhelmed by it all. How her ass was roughly kneaded, yet her breasts were massaged ever so tenderly with a velvet touch. And yet, it was Fyra’s touch that made her most uncomfortable. Maybe it were her muscles or that she towered over her.

“So far we see nothing.” Said Flora.

“Maybe if we turn it up a little bit? With a little magic?” Added Blizzy.

“You got it!” Fyra touched Chloe’s shoulder, warming her whole body up. Chloe started to sweat up a river, wishing for some refreshment.

Which she got from Blizzy. With the slightest touch on her nipples she cooled down her breasts, making them extremely sensible.

Flora grew a few vines from the ground, which reached near her ass and hit it like a whip.

Everything felt like so much, and she couldn’t deny that she liked it. She just wasn’t sure that she liked liking it.

“Nothing.” Said Blizzy, as she and the others stopped touching her. “I guess you spoke the truth.”

“See?!” Said Chloe, wiping some sweat from her forehead. “Now what do we do?”