Magic is sometimes a little weird.
It’s not just chant some words over a potion or to cast a spell and wham, bam, thank you ma’am. No, it’s more nuanced than that.
Sometimes it’s the way you say the words, and sometimes it’s the timing of the words, or the time of day or night. Sometimes it’s who says the words, or even who the words are intended for.
It’s more like throwing all the ingredients into a pot, along with whatever else you happen to have in the fridge, and hope that a great tasting jambalaya comes out.
That’s the real trick in being a good mage, being able to make it work out even when it probably shouldn’t. But even the best mage doesn’t always get it right, and that can really throw a monkey wrench into a job.
Today’s job had been a simple “fix the mistress” spell. The client wanted her to be more, well, Barbie like quiet honestly. Buxom, blonde, and easy to manipulate into whatever position he wanted.
I’d followed her to her regular coffee shop that the client had told me about and sat down behind her. I started to cast the spell and everything went smoothly, that is until I turned around to see the effects.
My jaw almost hit the ground and I quickly took the seat across from her as she sat there playing with her now long platinum blonde hair.
“Hey Christine, mind if I join you?” I asked.
She smiled, or at least tried too, and then giggled, “Like sure honey, but totally call me Chrissy, k?” she replied.
“Ah, sure thing Chrissy. Hey, do you mind if I take a photo?” I asked.
She giggled and pushed her tits out, “Oh my gawd, like absolutely!” she enthusiastically replied.
I held up my phone and took a quick picture and then sent it to the client, trying to sound nonchalant in the message, “Hey, is this more like what you wanted?”
A reply came back almost immediately, “Holy fuck!”
“Chrissy, can you give me a sexy little hair flip or something?” I asked and pulled switched to video on my camera.
I quickly sent the short video to the client with a message, “She keeps looking down at my crotch and asking if I can fuck her ass… which seems about what you wanted, right?”
The response took longer this time, “She does?”
I didn’t answer the question but send back a reply anyways, “Why don’t I take her back to her apartment and you can head over and see for yourself.”
“Well, ok, that sounds alright.” came his final reply and a smile crossed my lips.
Magic was sometimes a little weird, but men were entirely predicable.
I slipped over to the other side of the booth and got up close to Chrissy so I could lean in and whisper into her ear.
A quick little compulsion spell later and I spoke softly into her ear so no one else could hear me, “You love to get your ass fucked by your boyfriend, you love it more than anything else and always want him to stuff your ass full of his cock. When he’s fucking your ass you can’t help but beg him to do it harder and faster and deeper, to tell him how much you love his cock in your ass, how much you love being his perfect anal fuck toy. You’ll do anything he wants as long as he keeps fucking your ass, got it?”
She let out a little whimper and then nodded, “Yes… I want nothing more than to be the perfect anal fuck toy for my boyfriend.”
I pushed back a little and let the compulsion spell dissipate before I slid out of the booth and extended my hand to Chrissy.
She giggled and took it, sliding out of the booth as well and then we both left the coffee shop and headed back to her apartment.
I pulled out my phone and added a note to come back and check up on Chrissy in a few weeks, I was pretty sure by then the client would need a break and that would give me some time alone with Chrissy to figure out what had gone wrong with the spell.
Well that and fuck her ass of course.
I let a smile cross my lips as we walked down the street, unsure if I was happier about figuring out the magic or the anal drilling I’d be giving Chrissy. In the end though, I was sure both would be quite satisfying for me at least.
