Topic: The Witches menagerie
hi my name is Cynthia this is my first story I have posted on this site and in this genre. I have always liked writing and I love bizarre tfs and when I started this i wanted to to turn it from a simple story of a witch turning a girl into her pet into a way I can build my writing experience in a fun way.
this story pulls from many aspects of tf and I won't lie the milly's rp had an influence as well as the legend of belial universe as a whole. I wanted to create my own world that might bring things to the story in it's own way.
this project will have two parts first main character stories. I plan to once in a while continue telling the stories of the main characters and some of the magical adventure they go on when not working. the second part will be short story requests which come in a variety of styles. it will all be posted to my tumblr https://the-witchs-menagerie.tumblr.com/
now without further ado I present my first story in the series the witch's pet.
Chapter 1: The Bar and The Girl
Cynthia was winding down after a long day of studying alchemy to get her degree. Today she found out she would be expelled from her school and her only hope of a career in alchemy. She had decided to drown her sorrows by heading to her favorite local lesbian alchemy bar, The Witches Menagerie. She enjoyed seeing master alchemists at work and it made up for her dry boring days trying to master alchemy. It didn’t help that she also had fantasies of her own about transforming others and when she was down she would always play with the idea of giving up everything and changing herself.
The Witches Menagerie was split into three parts, the main part of the building was a bustling and popular alchemy bar where anyone can order a transformation using the vast number of ingredients and mixing it with different alcohols. The other half of the first floor was devoted to a shop that sold custom transformations, magical items, and custom alchemy ingredients. The final part of the building that sat atop the shop and bar was the home of the owner a middle-aged witch named Emira Lucina who was once a famous alchemist the world over for her love of animal based transformations and her research into them, but her popularity has faded in recent years due to a change in the preferred transformation fads of the people. Luckily her bar and shop still attracts more than enough business to keep her running and more than comfortable.
Her menu was a small thick black leather-bound book. the front of the book had the words menu and ingredients imprinted in gold letter at the top of the cover. Underneath the words a large round golden emblem of a witch leaning against a tree with animals at her feet. The branches of the tree create the word Witch’s and the roots form the word menagerie. The first page of the menu included a list of the various alcoholic and nonalcoholic drinks and food the bar served. After that page, there was a small section of ingredients devoted to changing a person’s body in almost any way imaginable. The rest of the hefty menu was devoted solely towards various animal based transformation. It includes everything from drink lists for those looking for a simple transformation to individual ingredients so people can pick and choose their own custom transformations. Even Cynthia was blown away by the specificity of the menu the first time she visited and saw it, but she was too distracted tonight to even glance at the menu.
Cynthia was sitting on a bar stool, her head supported by her right elbow and her left hand was lifting a pink fruity drink in a martini glass up to her soft pink lips. On the red oak bar sat several empty shots placed upside down, the leftover alcohol had pooled at the rims. Cynthia was a tall slender girl. She stood at about 6ft.1in but she lacked any real curves and was often mistaken for a boy from behind. Her silver braided hair hung down to her lower back it’s sheen dulled by the stress and anxiety she has been under making it look grey. The color was the result of an experiment several years ago and her only transformation. Her face was soft and oval and bore no makeup showing several minor blemishes. Her eyes where a striking sky blue and sparkled with intelligence beyond her years. Sadly, her expression hid this, masked by sadness. On her nose sat a pair of small wire frame glasses, the wire plated a deep turquoise. Even though her face bore an expression of sadness and devastation her face still had signs of a deep kindness and longing for companionship and love. She was wearing a white lab coat with several strange stains of unknown origin. Underneath she was wearing a burgundy collared shirt sleeve shirt with a dark blue vest. She had a turquoise plaid skirt that hid most of her thighs. she had on white stockings and a set of leather boots. She was looking at the ingredient jar covered wall behind the bar but her expression was vacant her mind occupied by her feelings.
The red oak bar made up the right side of the large open room. The bar had a natural look and everything seemed to have been carved out of a large tree. Only the hand carved chairs could be moved. Cynthia got to see them setting up one day and learned that the staff had a magical artifact that allowed them to grow and change the inside of the bar however they want. Behind Cynthia there were several round tables with a variety of people chatting. The front and back left walls had multiple booths that like the tables had been grown from the walls. The seat and the back of each booth had cushions. Each cushion was covered in a variety of colored fabrics with the same pattern of animal footprints in a contrasting color. Behind the tables was a large dance floor that had temporarily been cleared of the tables that are usually there during the weeknights. Dance music was blaring loudly, as a giant crystal on the ceiling lit up the bar with a variety of constantly shifting rainbow light that seemed to match the music perfectly. near the entrance to the bar and on the far back wall there was a set of staircases that lead to a balcony full of additional tables and booths for patrons.
The bar was pretty busy tonight there were transformed and untransformed individual all over the place. The dance floor was covered in woman of all shapes sizes and species all rubbing and dancing together in what could barely be described as decent. The bars crowd was mostly women but several trans women and men could be seen if one was looking. Servers and bartenders moved about prepping and bringing people their orders. If one were to look they could easily find all sorts of people in the process of transforming. In one booth two small thin cat girls were watching their friend transform into a fat cow girl with six large lactating breasts cute little horns and big floppy ears. In another booth, a girl was giving her boyfriend a drink that seemed to be feminizing him and giving him rabbit features.by the time the transformation was complete the man had been replaced by a multi-breasted bimbo bunny girl with a large slick vagina replacing her nose and mouth.
Across the bar in a booth was a young striking woman no older than 26 with raven black hair that was watching Cynthia intently from across the bar. She wore a long flowing crimson dress the skirt flowed under the table disappearing into the darkness. She wore a dark blue vest corset with turquoise embroidered leaves and spiraling vines. The enchanted vest covered her cleavage hiding the size of her F cup breasts making them look like modest D cups. the sleeves of her crimson dress covered most of her upper arm. In front of her was a small glass of red wine that she was slowly swirling in her glass back and forth as she watched the sorrow filled Cynthia down another shot. The woman got up and strode across the bar her red dress flowing and swaying as her hips rocked back and forth seductively. She wore simple black slippers that allowed her to move silently and adeptly across the floor. Several women stopped to stare at her striking beauty as she made her way through the bustling bar. When she finally reached Cynthia, she placed her hand on back of the young alchemist’s white lab coat and sat down in the seat next to her.
“Hi Honey, you seem down? Are you doing alright?” Cynthia looked at the woman and blushed before drunkenly saying, “No pretty lady, I’m a miserable failure with no aptitude for alchemy whose life would be better served in agriculture and not in the elite science that is medical alchemy! Stupid school, I don’t need you! I have lots of options!” Cynthia picks up the menu and says, “see lots of options.” The woman reached out with her hand and had Cynthia lower the menu slowly before saying, “It sounds like you’re having a dreadful day cutie. why don’t you come join me in my booth and we can talk about it some more before you choose one of those options.” Cynthia blushes and says, “I guess I could you seem nice but I’m gonna pick one tonight I promise and a pretty lady like you can’t stop me I promise!” the woman giggles at Cynthia’s bold claim sensing that it was mostly hot air and says, “I totally believe you cutie now why don’t you follow me and we can get somewhere more comfy and quiet to talk.” Cynthia smiles finding the woman’s laugh pretty and her voice soothing and says, “okay, I like you, you’re nice.” the woman stands and takes Cynthia’s hand before saying, “Thank you honey, now come along.” the woman begins to walk and gently pull Cynthia back to her booth. Cynthia too drunk to care grabs her drink and follows the woman obediently. Cynthia looks at the woman’s long black hair and finds the slight cerulean sheen of the hair beautiful like a blue wave in a sea of darkness. She also enjoys the view of the woman’s ass as it sways back and forth her drunken mind making her to horny to care about appropriate behavior.
Before Cynthia knew it, she was being led to a seat in a booth with a single wine glass and dark blue cushions with neon pink paw prints. The mysterious woman lowers her into the seat before sitting down on the opposite side. She reaches for a red satin curtain and pulls it shut causing the sounds of the bar to disappear completely. She smiles and says, “That’s better much better, nice and quiet perfect for talking.” while scooting to the back of the round booth. The woman smiles and taps the seat next to her with her hands before saying, “Come on, come closer. I promise I don’t bite…much.” she giggles slightly. Cynthia blushes brightly her head immediately filled with thoughts of the woman nibbling on her lovingly. She smiles and scoots over slowly while saying, “um okay... but um wh-what is your name?” the raven hair woman smiles and says, “it is Morgan. What is your cutie?” Cynthia smiles and stops sliding leaving about a foot between them before saying, “Uh my name is um Cynthia.” the woman scoots a few inches and says, “Cynthia, what a pretty name I am so excited to finally talk to you. I have seen you around for a long while now.” Cynthia face becomes concerned but her cheeks betray her true feelings of joy at the idea of the woman having a crush on her. She frowns to keep up appearances and asks, “Have you been watching me?” Morgan blushes uncharacteristically and hurriedly replies, “um yeah sorta but not maliciously and only when I saw you were here. I just thought you were very pretty and adorable but I couldn’t work up the nerve to say hi.” Cynthia blushes significantly but tries to act serious which is hard because she is still drunk. She looks at Morgan and asks her, “why did you decide you had to tonight.” Morgan laughs kindly and says, “isn’t that obvious silly I saw someone I liked in pain. I thought I might be able to alleviate your pain will you forgive me for picking such a bad night to introduce myself.” Cynthia blushes bright red, looks down, and meekly says, “I um for-forgive you. Um do you really think I’m cute?” Morgan closes the small distance between them and pulls Cynthia into a tight comforting hug while excitedly saying, “of course I do, I think that look of curiosity in your eyes is the cutest. Whenever I see it I just wanna hug you and never let you go.” Morgan eventually releases the embrace and leans back into her seat. Her face shows a little disappointed about having to release the embrace she had been fantasizing about for months but she didn’t wanna make it to awkward this early. Cynthia meanwhile was bright red and too turned on, embarrassed, and flustered to notice Morgan’s face or have a thought beyond how nice Morgan’s embrace was and how she smelled so wonderfully sweet and felt so warm.
Morgan moved her left hand to Cynthia’s lower left side and uses it to pull her close. Morgan looks down and asks, “So cutie why do you come to the menagerie just to drink usually people come here to partake in a more carnal experience?”
Cynthia blushes and says, “I’m an um alchemy student. I adore alchemy, it is my passion, but I never get to see it used in practice. My stupid school, Silver Leaf University of Medicine, thinks alchemy is only meant for medicine. Never for turning another into an unclean abomination.” emphasizing the last word using air quotes.
Morgan looks sad and disgusted and says, “They don’t sound very nice. Why aren’t you happier to be free from such a terrible place?”
Cynthia looks down and leans into Morgan before sadly replying, “I needed a degree from there. I wanted to start my own shop and I was only a quarter of the way through.” Cynthia eyes cloud with tears that pool and drip down her cheek, her emotions overwhelming her. She sniffles a little and dries her tears with her sleeve before she continues. “Now I am just a failure again who has to return home because she was kicked out. Of course, my stupid parents will tell me they told me that alchemy wasn’t an appropriate profession for a woman. Morgan reach up and gently rubs Cynthia’s shoulder comforting her.
Morgan calmly and kindly asks, “Why did you get kicked out, cutie?” Cynthia looks down sadly and asks, “Can I have some more to drink?” Morgan smiles say, “Sure”, before twisting a small azure crystal causing it to shift to purple. Cynthia lays her head down on the table and exhaustedly says, “I’m not really comfortable talking about it right now but let’s just say my lab partner was exposed to one of my formulas and ended up with some unwelcome changes. It was a simple mistake that could have happen to anyone, but apparently my elitist advisor thought otherwise.” Cynthia pauses and yawns the alcohol now causing her to be a bit sleepy. As she lay down on the table using her arms as a pillow and faces Morgan. She continues her story,” after the incident my advisor pressured the school to expel me even though I was at the top of my class. The jerk always thought because I came from a farming hamlet and accidentally changed my hair that I was inferior and didn’t deserve to be part of his perfect university.” her last words were slightly mumbled the alcohol finally getting to her. Morgan starts rubbing Cynthia’s back to sooth and comfort her and replies, “I’m sorry that really is an overreaction to one small mistake.” When Morgan looks down she sees that Cynthia is sound asleep.