The Familiar

Allyson’s lips were pale, the gloss stretched to the brink and bare skin peeking through the now cracked coating. Lady Kalinka smirked, stretching her legs over the edge of her chair. Spinning the wand in her fingers, letting it weave through the digits before she flipped the ebony wand into the air before catching it with a flourish. 

Allyson leaned forward, and she dropped Kalinka’s prize on the low table between them. Allyson clenched her hands into fists and set them on her lap, slowly kneading the soft cotton garment she wore into balls and raising the hemline slightly. 

Kalinka could see the smooth lines of Allyson’s knee’s, her slender frame trembling before the older woman. “Oh, it is done then? You know the spell won’t work if you’re lying.”

Allyson’s frown broadened, and her face turned red. “I know what’s at stake. The wedding, such as it was, is off.” There was a coldness in her eyes that pleasantly surprised Kalinka. Ambition that, properly guided, would suit her well. “Before you conjure your spell, I would like a demonstration.” Allyson narrowed her gaze at Kalinka, and tilted her head with an adorably condescending expression. “Seems prudent, wouldn’t you say. Given the… cost… of this spell I don’t want to waste my sacrifice.”

Kalinka arched an eyebrow, before lifting the wand into the air. The tip began to glow with a soft pink energy, Allyson’s eyes were locked on Kalinka’s, but the witch could see her jaw soften somewhat. She swung the wand in a wide arc before plunging it down into her own sternum. 

Allyson’s eyes widened as Kalinka’s riding boots were dissected with pink light before disappearing. Her breeches disappeared as well, then her blazer. When the pink energy dissipated, Kalinka was clad only in her lingerie and an elegant lace camisole. She wiggled her toes and rolled her ankles, letting silence hang in the air. “Satisfied?”

Allyson nodded, the concentration that had been written on her face gone. Her expression shifted seamlessly like a tide. Awe, confusion, arousal all playing out in tandem obscuring the cute little red heads thoughts. Kalinka smirked and rubbed her smooth legs together, watching as Allyson’s desires revealed themselves.

‘Oh this is going to be wonderful.’ She mused, laying back in the chair and scooting forward so that she was practically laying in the deep easy chair. “Last chance my dear, once I cast the spell there is no going back.” The red head giggled silently, running her hair through her fingers. She nodded, and glared at the floor. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, Kalinka suspected she was envisioning enacting her revenge on whomever had wronged her. “Sweetie, I need you to say it.”

Allyson’s glare shifted, narrowed eyes tried to burn their way into Kalinka. For a split second, the witch could see the true form of the woman buried under the flimsiest of artifices. “Yes. Cast the spell Lady Kalinka, I want my prize.”

The brown haired witch pointed the wand at Allyson, and coursed the spell through the catalyst. The tip began to glow once more, and a tendril of light snaked through space, wrapping itself about the young redhead. Allyson’s gaze remained fixed on Kalinka’s, even as she was lifted free of her perch. Her cruel smile widening as she floated above the table between them. Her gaze only broke away when the spell began it’s true work. 

Kalinka smirked as the woman seemed to shimmer in space, gasping excitedly as the bonding ritual sealed Allyson to Kalinka’s service. Her sensible flat’s slipped free of her frame as the energy seeped into her skin, and her slender figure began to compress. 

Allyson gasped as Kalinka sank away from her, at least from her perspective. The witch smirked as she guided her prize closer. Her lithe frame diminishing a little with each centimeter she crossed. Allyson struggled uselessly as the spell shrank her to approximately knee height. Gently bouncing the wand in her hands, Allyson drifted closer to Kalinka, before she was released and tumbled into Kalinka’s waiting arms. 

“What did you do to me! This isn’t what I asked for!”

Kalinka giggled, and set her wand aside, cuddling her captive behind her now larger bust. Allyson’s furious face hidden behind a few well tailored loops of lace. “Oh but it is.” She chided, giving Allyson’s lithe legs a pinch. “You asked for power, magical power. And I have given it to you.”

“No you haven’t!” She hissed, shoving the palm of one of her hands up towards Kalinka’s face. The witch could only giggle as the tiny woman waggled her fingers like she was trying to draw a sigil or cast a hex on her. “See! I broke up with my fiancé for you! How could you trick me!”

Kalinka pouted, and cooing patted her prize on the crown of her tiny head. “Sweetie, I didn’t trick you. You can’t just ‘get’ magic, you have to be born a witch. I told you this a thousand times!” She leaned forward and dropped Allyson on the table, before rising to her feet. “I have, however, made you my familiar. At my direction you can cast certain magics. And all it cost you was a love, your size, and your autonomy.”

Allyson’s face fell, and she scrambled back on the table, scooting like a crab until her tiny hand crashed into the ring she’d deposited. Her skin became pale as she struggled to heft it into the air. “Oooh, little lady I think you could wear that as a garter!” Kalinka giggled and turned away, walking to the small bar in her cabinet below the world map. “Now, shall we celebrate your new permanent position with a glass, or thimble of wine?” 

“But…I have so much to do…”

Kalinka poured the pair some Malbec from her private reserve, chuckling to herself. “Indeed you do, but don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of your new life soon enough.”