The Witch of New York City

I lean against the building, scanning the streets for my next victim. There are plenty of girls here, but not just any girl will do. Ugly girls are definitely out of the question. I need a cute girl -- no! Not just any cute girl will do, I must have the cutest girl in the city!

I look down at myself, or rather, the form that I've taken for today. As opposed to my natural, petite form, I've taken the form of a strong, handsome man. I catch the attention of quite a few women on the street as I stand there, their eyes glued to me.

With this body, I don't need to overpower my victims, though, if the need arises, I certainly can. But, with most women, at least, a simple smile and some sweet words will be enough to convince her to do absolutely anything with me.

She catches my eyes immediately. A woman, tall, slender, beautiful. She's the kind of girl that you might see on the cover of a magazine, with flawless skin, perfect hair, and voluptuous breasts. She wears a mini dress, showing off her best assets. She's a ten among tens.

"Ehem," I clear my throat as I step up next to her. She doesn't stop, so I continue walking alongside her. "I hope you don't mind my intrusion, but I simply believe that you look absolutely wonderful."

The woman smiles at me, sending a chill down my spine. It's an evil smile, a smile that captures you like a whirlpool, and her deep blue eyes only further that fear of capture. My body is yelling at me to flee, but my legs won't move. I find myself immobile, standing in the middle of the street with this beauty mere inches from me, and closing the gap quickly.

She brings her perfectly manicured nails to my chin, and tilts my head up, forcing me to keep eye contact with her. My heart races, and I start to feel dizzy.

"You don't look so good," she says, her voice hypnotic. I hang on her every word, desperate to hear her honey-sweet voice continue. "Perhaps it would be best for you to come home with me? Wouldn't want to see you collapse our here, you know."

I gulp. Words won't escape my mouth. My head, without my approval, makes a nodding motion. The woman's evil smirk only grows wider.

"Fantastic. Come with me."

She takes my hand, and drags me through the crowded New York streets. Her grip is so tight that she leaves red marks on my wrist, and I can tell without needing to try it that, even if I were to attempt to escape, even with my physical form looming over her, I'm her prisoner.

I'm lead to a fancy high rise apartment with a guard stationed outside. I couldn't tell you what part of New York, though, as my mind is a blur. I see faces passing by, but don't register them. And before I know it, I'm lead into the apartment.

No doubt, this is one of the nicer apartments in the city. Spacious, expertly furnished, and with a view of the city, this penthouse is far more luxurious than any building I've ever been in before.

I stand there, dumbstruck, mouth agape.

"Still feeling ill?" the woman asks. "Come here, let's have you lie down."

I'm sat down on a sofa, and made to lean back, facing towards the view of the city. I face forward, unable to turn my face, even as I hear the woman moving around behind me. A moment later, she returns with wine glasses in hand.

"Take one," she says, practically forcing the glass into my hand. I just nod my head, unable to do much more. Slowly, I bring the drink to my face.

"How does it taste?" the woman asks, sitting on the table to my left, legs crossed.

"Good," I say, though I cannot taste anything at all.

"Fantastic! Are you just about done with that glass? Here, let me pour you more."

"Oh. Sure."

I have another glass. And then another. And more. The world spins, and I can only guess how many glasses of wine I've had. Everything is a blur, more so than when I was lead here.

I'm lying naked in a bed, breathing heavily. I feel nauseous, and cannot move an inch.

"Are you awake?" the woman asks. She's dressed in a robe, sitting in a chair near the door to the room.

"Ugh," is all that I can mutter.

As my mind slowly catches up to what's going on, I gasp in fear. I am no longer in my optimized form, now reverted back to my natural body.

The woman chuckles. "Oh? Have you just realized what happened?"

I gulp. Have I realized what happened? No, not yet. Only a bit. For starters, I'm in my natural body -- that is the body of a 5'2" woman with barely an ounce of fat or muscle to speak of. And standing by the door, the only method of escape, is a woman who now has a physical advantage over me. Not only that, but she seems to have some kind of psychological advantage as well.

"Are you a witch?" I ask.

"What a terrible rude thing to ask somebody."

"I'm a witch. We don't care if we're rude."

"You should care. You tried to take advantage of me. Let me warn you, girl, that I am not somebody's prey."

"I'm sorry."

She scoffs. "As if that will make things better. Let's start with this: what is your name?"

"Emily."

"What a cute name for such a cute little girl. My name is Scarlett. Now, Emily, do you mind telling me why you tried to seduce me?"

"You're a witch, aren't you? Surely you know just as well as I do what we need to do to survive!"

"Hmm, true enough. Witches must feel on feelings of lust in order to survive. But what you did is far from appropriate, though I will admit that it is almost typical of witches."

"I don't care about my prey."

"Neither do I, but there are more moral ways to obtain prey. You don't need to try and commit sexual assault on beautiful women. For that matter, you don't need to assault men, either. Let's start with this, Emily: are you a lesbian?"

"Yes. The thought of having sex with a man disgusts me."

"And you like the idea of having sex with me?"

"I..."

"Answer me, Emily."

"Yes. You're stunning."

"Of course I am. Just like you, I've used magic to achieve a desirable body, only I've done it in small steps over the course of decades, meaning that, even when I pass our or run out of magic, I still remain in this form, as it is my new natural form. I do have to say, though, that I quite like your base form."

I blush and look away from her. "There's nothing to like about this form. I have no womanly charm."

Scarlett stands up, and walks over to me. I want to flee, but my body won't move, and, anyways, she would easily capture me.

"Relax. I'm not going to hurt you."

She leans down, and places a kiss on my stomach. As she does, her beautiful, long, blonde hair tickles my exposed stomach. I twitch and try to jerk away, but I have nowhere to go.

Smiling, Scarlett sits down on the bed, and looks down at me.

"You seem so afraid. I promise you, I only have the best of intentions. I want to show you that a body like yours can be loved, even if you can't love yourself."

My heart races, and sweat runs down my face. If this continues, I'm going to be in trouble. I need to stop her somehow. But with no energy, how can I do that?

Slowly, Scarlett leans down towards me face. I close my eyes. Her soft, perfect lips touch mine, and a feeling of electricity runs through my body. Even though it feels so good, I know just how bad this really is.

The way that Scarlett explained witches is a poor, optimistic view of witches. It's about more than just feeding on feelings of lust, it's about literally absorbing life energy through touch. If I let her be, she'll drain me of everything that I have.

Yet I can't pull away. Even if I were physically capable of doing so, I couldn't. Her scent consumes me, and I just can't help but part my lips, allowing her tongue in. My heart beats even faster than it ever has before. Without meaning to, my fingers begin to move on their own, exploring Scarlett's body, which is now pressed against me.. Her robe is quickly untied and pulled off of her. Beneath it, she is wearing nothing.

I'm not the only one with wandering fingers. Scarlett's left hand rubs around my left nipple, while her right hand reaches down towards my vagina. Once more, my body moves without my permission, my legs spreading to allow her easier access to my bottom. I moan into her mouth as she slowly fingers me.

Scarlett breaks the kiss, and pushes herself up with one arm, her other hand still feeling around down below.

"You seem to be enjoying this."

"You're a witch... Of course I'm enjoying it. Your cursed magic makes sex feel like heaven, even as you eat away at my soul."

Scarlett removes her fingers from within me, and holds herself up with both arms now. Her breasts are just barely making contact with mine, and her hair is just about framing my face, blocking out my view of everything but her.

"Emily, do you realize that witches can have sex without having to steal life energy?"

"I don't. But even if they could, why would they?"

"Because even a witch can love."

"But..."

"But what? I like you, Emily. I want to have sex with you, not steal your life energy. Trust me, I'm living well enough with my job as a prostitute."

"We just met, though."

"What does that matter? You can take your time falling in love, but doesn't it feel good to have sex for once without thinking about taking life energy from someone else? To just have fun and go crazy? Because, trust me, I will drive you crazy before the end of the night."

I gulp. Maybe I'm not in danger of having my life energy stolen, but I might be in trouble in a different way.

"What would happen if I said no?"

She smiles. "I don't think you will say no. I think that you're having just as much fun as I am. But, fine, let's just say that you do decide to turn me down. I won't hold it against you. You're free to live the life that you want to live. I'll let you leave."

As if to show her words as true, Scarlett pushes herself off of the bed, and moves to the wall furthest from me.

I stare at her for a minute, unsure. Would she really let me leave? Or, with me now having no value as a sexual partner, would she turn me into prey? I gulp. Slowly, I get up from the bed. I'm wobbly on my feet, and just about fall back onto the bed.

Scarlett is there in an instant, carefully holding me up, one hand on my waist, the other taking me left arm.

"Are you alright?"

"I might still be hungover and also suffering from the effects of your magical charms."

"Oh, right, I did do that, didn't I? Well, I didn't know what exactly I was dealing with earlier. As soon as I saw your natural body, though, I fell in love."

"Love at first sight? How ridiculous."

"Isn't that how it was with you? You chose me because I'm the most beautiful girl in New York City? Ah, you might have talked a bit in your sleep."

"You were nothing more than prey."

"Witches can eat ugly people, you know..."

"But why would I when I can seduce and eat a pretty person?"

Scarlett continues to hold me as she shifts to sits on the bed. She holds me close to her, her legs spread, one arm on my butt and one on my back. My face is close to hers.

"I'm glad that you think I'm pretty. I've worked hard for this body."

"Witches can choose their bodies. Yet I can only maintain a form for a small while, only long enough to eat. And then I'm stuck in this pathetic body."

Scarlett pats my back. "Don't say that. You're beautiful in your own way. Yes, you're petite, but you're just absolutely adorable! I could just eat you up!"

"Please don't."

She chuckles at that. "Don't worry, I won't, at least not in that way. But the point is that you selected me for this body, so clearly I'm your type. And you are my type. And if you stay here with me, you'll live in luxury, eating at the best restaurants and wearing the finest clothes."

"I only dare to ask how you manage to live a life of luxury with your job."

"Oh, come on, we're witches! Just a little bit of magic, and the world is at your hands! Mostly I play the stock markets, basically insider trading."

"Sleeping with members of congress?"

"Maybe a little bit. I do try to visit DC often. But there are others that can give you information, or I can personally manipulate stocks as I see fit. Even if you choose not to stay with me, I can teach you all about that."

"You know a lot about magic."

"That's right."

"Then you aren't as young as you look, are you?"

She smiles at me. "I'm old enough to be your mother."

Something tells me that she may be even older than that. But I suppose it isn't good to say that out loud, is it? No, I might find myself in trouble again.

I consider things for a minute. As a witch, there's a certain level of distrust that I have for people. I don't want to be burned at the stakes, after all, though they thankfully don't do that nowadays. Perhaps they would, though, if they realized that witches were real. And with people who are more powerful than you, they can get rid of you without any evidence left behind. If I were to truly piss off Scarlett, then that would be the end of me.

But it is rather nice to be with Scarlett. Unlike me, living in an apartment with rats and roaches as roommates, she lives in the lap of luxury. And all that she asks from me is companionship, which I am more than willing to give. And I can learn so much from her.

My body usually screams at me to run away at even the slightest hint of danger. Even when I'm not being held back physically or magically by Scarlett, though, those instincts have faded. Now my body is telling me to just lean into Scarlett, to breath in her scent, to feel her soft body pressed against mine.

Maybe this is just more magical manipulation by Scarlett. Or maybe I'm just horny. But I don't want to leave. I want to stay with Scarlett more than anything else in the world right now. So perhaps this is against my best judgement, but I'm willing to take the risk.

"Fine. I'll stay with you, if you'll have me."

Scarlett hugs me tight, pressing me against her breasts, nearly smothering me.

"Oh! I'm so happy! Don't worry, I promise that I'll treat you right! And I'll make sure to send some prey your way, too!"

"Mmph!" I try to reply to Scarlett, but my words are lost in her breasts.

I manage to escape from the breasts, and finally tell Scarlett, "I'm happy too... You're offering me so much when I've never had anything before in my life. I've been struggling hard up until now. But, really, I kind of want to put that to the side for now."

"Oh? What for?"

I blush, although I probably haven't really stopped blushing since all of this started. "Um, well, we were kind of in the middle of something a moment ago."

Scarlett pats my head, smoothing my hair down. "Oh? I don't know if I recall. Do you want something? Make sure to tell me exactly what you want, and I'll give it to you."

"Sex..."

"Hmm? What was that? Can you speak up?"

"Sex! We were in the middle of fucking, when we had to stop and have this serious conversation! But I'm still horny, you know! You worked me up, and now I need release!"

She giggles. "Alright, Emily. I promise that I'll give you everything that you want and more. Come here, lie down..."

Scarlett takes one hand, and leads me onto the bed. My head is leaned against a pillow, my legs are spread, and Scarlett kneels over me, one leg on either side of my hips. I can see some devilish intentions in her eyes, and, for once, I welcome them.