Worlds joined together from all over to fight a common enemy. Worlds that never would normally coexist with one another were forced to. People’s realities were fractured and they looked for a way home finding very few clues on how to do so. Some brought with them friends and allies while others brought foes. Some brought people from different periods past or future. The world was a mess and currently filled with none stop fighting. To achieve peace in the new world though, one must create it themselves.
“Some spiky-haired kid.” An old hag of a witch looks over a boiling cauldron. She moves slowly given her old age, warts on her nose and face puss now and again. Her hunched over back shakes just standing up a bit to reach a higher shelf. The woman was not in peak physical health by any means. “Is this the world's bid?” Huffing through her nose the Witch's voice sounded harsh, ragged like she was grunting out each word she said. “A pink blob, a muscle cat, monkies, and mice. None of them even try to treat ol Grunty nice.” The old witch grunts and sighs. With a swing of the arm, she pushes some jars, and plants right into her boiling pot. “Tell Gruntilda where she can find; youth, beauty, love if you wouldn’t mind!”
The pot boils and toils, a gasp of air coming out from liquid lips in the reflection. “A brother and sister are what you must seek. A secret love to easily break, a beauty ripe to reap.”
The Witch cackles into the air with glee and grabs her broom from the wall. Wasting no time, she leaps onto the stick and flies off across the disjointed and jumbled lands.
Smooch
The soft kiss to the cheek felt kind and tender Corrin thought. “Ugh…” He had been fighting often lately, rest could be few and far between. It was not much unlike his normal war-torn world. The types of battle were just different. Finishing groaning from being roused from slumber the young man's red eyes lock with a pair of purple ones gazing at him. “A-ah Camilla?”
The women’s long purple hair brushes over the sides of her shoulders covering her naked chest. She was not wearing any clothes. Her voice comes out soft and soothing like a caring mother as soon as she speaks. “Hello there little one, did you rest well?”
Corrin’s pale skin turns red in an instant. Camilla always did these things to him, embarrass him, or put him in uncomfortable situations just for her enjoyment. She cared, but maybe cared a bit too much. “O-oh… ah… it was just us. So. I. I guess I should have figured this would happen.” It was not like Corrin hated the treatment. Camilla is beautiful, has a mature air about her. Of course, Corrin also had other reasoning in his head, like the large breasts pressing into him, the pleasant curvy naked body squirming on his bed. It would be hard for him to say he hated all the treatment. Though he could not help but feel he was indulging in his sister’s pampering a bit too much ever since they got sent to this strange jumbled world. “But ah, yes. I rested fine. That, swordsmen with the large sword and that one that doesn’t talk much…. They said they would hold the area. So, I didn’t have to sleep worrying so much for once. Finding more allies lately has been pleasant.”
Camilla scoots herself up the bed a little and wraps her arms around her brother’s body pulling his face tight to her chest. “Oh, you poor tired thing.” Smothering him with her chest the woman smiles contently to herself. “I’m glad you’ve been able to get a bit more rest. Your little tired eyes clearly could use it. Hehe, if you’re ever having trouble though just let me know and I’ll kill whatever is troubling you.”
Corrin wanted to make some type of comment, but his words are just muffled between his sister’s chest. Toughing out the soft cushions pressing into him finally he is free to take a breath. “Gah… yeah.” A long sigh passes his lips. With a moment to spare he slips his legs off the side of the bed and stands up looking over his own nude body. “W-wait wasn’t I—”
Head-turning to Camilla the girl simply smiles back and points at the pile of clothing at the edge of the bed. “To get proper rest you shouldn’t be wearing so many restrictive items. I want you to have the best rest you can have. I’m sure even you can understand that.”
Another long sigh passes Corrin’s lips. He could not always tell if he was being babied or insulted with how Camilla would speak to him at times. “Well alright… you get dressed too though. We still have plenty to do and a new day has dawned. Let’s find more of those shadows… the things impersonating us. Destroying more at least gives us a better peace of mind staying in this area.”
Nodding in agreement Camilla stands herself up and starts gathering her clothes. Not that it was exactly much. Black exposed panties, and then a series of armor. It did not seem practical but it seemed to work for Camilla. A black breastplate covers her torso. It shows the cleavage of her breasts well but protects her torso completely. Then she also wears heeled thigh-high boots. Her armor all shines in the light even with the base color being black it shows a gloss to it from proper tending. The gold trim of her arm just makes a good accent. Then she places her horned headband on top of her head, a black tiara following to show her mark as a princess. “I guess such things matter little in a place like this. But my armor does not feel right without it.”
Corrin’s armor he figured was a bit more practical. Besides the fact, he did not usually wear shoes. The armor is thin but still has protection, it just allows him to move how he needs to. The full piece of armor covers his body completely. The main color is a white silvery type of color, while the accent is just a simple black in the mid-section of the torso. Brushing a hand through his white hair, he seemed as ready as he could be. Camilla was a capable fighter, and so to was he. “Alright, I believe a shadow version of the large brown gorilla I think it was…. It shouldn’t be too far from us. Let’s see if we can find it and dispose of it.”
BOOM
Craters liter the battlefield, but shadows vanish away slowly but surely. Corrin pants with his sword firmly gripped in his hand. “D-damn it… were those some sort of hand cannons?” Looking at one smoking crater the coconut that created it was still steaming. “I can’t believe they launch with such force. Some of these enemies are… ridiculous but somehow still powerful.”
Cackling in the distance Camilla swipes her ax through what looked like a child. Though she cared not how the shadows looked. She simply laughs and cuts through more without batting an eye. Till finally, they were all dead dissolving into nothingness. “Hmph, simple enough. Children with magic like that are just a joke.”
The shadows in the area had been dispatched so Corrin runs over to Camilla. “Good job!” Taking a moment to breathe Corrin looks out over the latest battlefield. It was a complete mess, but for some reason just like the shadows, the damage vanishes away slowly but surely. “Seems this area won’t take long to heal. Though… I’m not sure what we should do next. I suppose scout over the land till another large target pops up.”
Whoooosh
Corrin and Camilla both look overhead at the sound of the rippling wind. Whooshing by them a green hag on a broom flies, the rush of wind rustles their hair from the broom's speed. “What the hell is that?” Corrin rubs at his chin, most of the things in this jumbled world he did not exactly understand. Though the magic he had seen usually did not let oversized old hags ride around on brooms.
“Well, well, look at what’s before me.” Gruntilda turns on her broom, the broom skidding against the dirt like a car even though it remained hovering above. “A girl and a boy, beauties, don’t you agree?” As soon as Gruntilda gets off her broom Camilla and Corrin lower their guards. Hearing the women speak in rhymes makes them sigh rather than worry. To them, she seemed more like some poor senile woman that happened to have magic. After all, no one would actually be compelled to speak in constant rhymes.
“Dear, we may want to leave.” Camilla slings her ax over her shoulder attaching it to the strap on her back. “It seems whatever this old Witch is… would simply be a waste of our times. I would not want anything to eat away that which is much precious. After all, if you had to deal with such nonsense, it will give you less time with me. Let’s be off.”
Normally Corrin would not just blindly agree with his sister but for once he does. “Alright. Let’s get back to base at least. We can think of a new area to search there.”
Both the siblings walk away, ignoring Gruntilda completely as she stares dumbfound at the armored backs. “They simply leave, without even taking a cleave?” Gruntilda’s nose wiggles, her few teeth that were in her mouth show. She was getting mad now. Snorting out her nose the Witch gives a huff. She even clacks her black shoes and kicks at her broom. “Those creeps!” The Witch wanted to at least be acknowledged, she could not go around carrying out evil plans if people did not pay them any mind. “They don’t even say hello. I’ll have to show them the proper flow!” Hopping back onto her broom the Witch buries her hand into her gown’s pockets pulling out a bag of seeds. “Ahahaha!” The Witch cackles out making sure she’s heard, broom now flying fast she heads towards the siblings. They still pay her no mind, that however was not stopping her now. Taking out seeds from the bag she throws them to the ground. As soon as the seeds connect with soil they burst, green vines shooting out toward Corrin and Camilla.
SLICE
Quick on his feet, Corrin slices the vine striking at him in half. They wither and die right before his eyes from such a simple slash. “What the— So you are trying to attack us then Witch?!” Gruntilda’s cackling back at him was enough of an answer. Sadly, he had no way to reach Gruntilda without using his dragon form. It was supposed to be something saved for special times. This jumbled world worked differently. Normally he could use the transformation as he felt like. In this jumbled world, he felt like he needed to build some sort of power before he could even use such a form. That left dealing with the vines harder, but at least he still had skills in his normal form. Just two seeds had hit the ground but more vines were still coming for Corrin. Slashing through, one, then a second, and a third, they kept coming for him. Till finally as his sword slashes through the ninth one they were done. Ten in total and it was enough to work up a little bit of a sweat. “Tsk… these things.”
“N-Ngh!” Camilla was struggling a little herself. Her weapon is slower than Corrin’s. One of the vines found it easy to grab at her. It currently squeezes at her left wrist pulling her along the dirt. Only her heeled boots were keeping her in place as an anchor point. “Get. Away. From me!” Angrily the motherly looking girl swings her ax with just one hand slicing the vine away from her wrist. As it disconnects from the ground, the vine left on her wrist falls to the ground withering away like the rest. “Corrin. If she keeps throwing those it could be an issue. You should leave now alright? You can ask the others for help. Better safe than sorry.”
Gruntilda laughs at the scheming happening right in front of her. “Plan all you like to escape. This sort of exercise is perfect for my broom to stay in shape!” Grabbing a handful of seeds Gruntilda throws them at Corrin’s and Camilla’s feet.
The siblings react with panic having seen what just two did. Corrin acts first grabbing at Camilla’s wrist he spins on his foot and throws her forward. Then he too begins to run. The vines then begin to sprout. “Damn it! Go! If they need soil we should go toward that bridge!” Camilla worriedly nods though she was running forward it was clear she was lingering a bit longer instead of running full speed just to wait for her brother. Corrin was handling himself well enough though. Slicing through vines as they sprout and attack, however, it is getting him winded. Running, slicing, he could only keep it up for so long. Horizontal slash, vertical, diagonal. Corrin was doing everything just to keep up with the coming thick green vines. Jumping in place, twisting his body, slashing in all directions just to be forced to keep running. “Ah-ah…” Panting heavier with each step his steam was slowly puffing out. The great bridge they had fought at several times was not much further.
Camilla was having a hard time. Running in heels for her was not the issue, she was used to that. Seeing her dearest baby brother fight so fierce and get out of breath was far too much though. Even if she was supposed to be running forward it was getting hard for her to keep her pace. She slows down a bit more. “Corrin! Grab my ax!” Reaching her ax out behind herself like a baton Corrin grabs hold of it. “Hehe, I can’t have you giving yourself up for me like this.” Corrin’s eyes widen feeling the ax jerk him forward. Camilla swings the ax sideways launching Corrin off toward the bridge like a bat does a ball. “You can always come save me! Hehe I think he’ll get too anxious. He’ll still come.” Camilla smiles softly watching Corrin zoom on by crashing into the stone bridge with a tumble. It was just her now, and she stopped moving.
“Hehehe.” Gruntilda chuckles more to herself, her plans usually never worked out so well. The target she wanted to capture was the one standing right in her trap. “Always nice to see a fool with no sense. Who knew a brother would make you so dense!”
Camilla grits her teeth at the bad rhyme but before she can retort the vines close in. First, they wrap around her face covering her mouth. She grabs at them with her hand and tries ripping them away. “M-mm-mhph!” Shouting into the vines does little, her muffled voice barely carried a few feet. Lifting her ax she was ready to make her stand, but with so many vines there was barely anything she could do. Swinging down cuts a handful of them but more take their place. Rather than delay, they wrap around both her wrists and squeeze her arms behind her back. “N-ngh!”
Thud
The proud ax hits the ground and Camilla’s wrists push into each other trying their best to fidget loose. Her arms try and bend, elbows helping her a bit to wiggle her wrists free. The vines do not let such a thing happen. Ten wrap themselves around Camilla’s waist as well as her upper arms clenching them in tight. Camilla now could no longer move her arms. Trying to fidget at all just makes the vines tighten around her. Gruntilda laughs at Camilla’s discomfort and waves her hand in the air, the vines lifting the girl so Gruntilda could take a proper look at her. Camilla figured the treatment could not get worse, but the vines tie themselves around her left and right ankle. Just like her upper arms, they also wrap around her thighs making sure she could barely bend or wiggle. The tight grasping vines were causing her to pant through her nose faster, her cheeks getting flushed as the vines run along her thighs exposed skin like slimy tendrils. “Now, let's see how your beauty fits. I wouldn’t want my cauldron to miss.” The old Witch’s voice was much cheerier now, her snickers hard to hold back.
Gruntilda waves her hand against the air again, and the vines respond in kind. To test the body's beauty what better way than see how it reacts? The vines push against Camilla’s cleavage brushing themselves against her skin. They wiggle then between the crack of her breast rubbing back and forth. A few vines then go over her shoulders squeezing at her in an almost reassuring way as if to mimic arms. “Na-ngrgh!” Camilla grunts drool starting to drip off her chin. She had to breathe through her nose, but the vines pressing her lips were making her a mess. The last thing she wanted was for her brother to see her in such a humiliating state, but he was probably watching. Watching as the vines touch and explore her body. A few even begin to caress the outside of her panties pressing between her legs. She was starting to get wet; it was just increasing her feeling of shame. Or was being aware that her brother was watching just serving to stimulate her more? “MM-mmmmngh!” The vines had been withering before but now she was withering in their grasp. Her nose beats out-breaths and her cheeks stay flushed. Butt sways a little, and her body tingles as vines start rubbing against her skin more. Why did they have to be so smooth was her thought. They felt like a person’s soft skin. Like her brother caressing her inner thigh, looking at her fondly. What if her brother was to tie her up in such a way? Her breath gets heavier and heavier. Her thoughts were thinking on too many things, she should feel danger, not thinking of fantasy.
Corrin could barely believe his eyes. The Witch got Camilla and now was no longer even trying to chase after him. “Damn it, did she just want one of us? I can’t even see them past that horde of vines.” Clenching his fist Corrin punches the ground of the bridge. “Damn it! What should I do?! I-I have to help somehow. If the others were here… where the hell are they?! They could help me fix this. I can’t let Camilla die.” Tightening the grip of his fist Corrin raises back up, sword in hand. “I have no time to spare if something happens… I have to do this on my own. If I see one of the others, I’ll have to call them to help.”
“Beauty indeed.” Gruntilda laughs under her breath as the vines set Camilla on the back of her broom. “You’re all I need.” Slowly the vines sink back into the ground, the ones on Camilla now changing into thick ropes to keep her in place. With a flick of the wrist, Gruntilda even covers Camilla’s mouth with a handkerchief some wadded cloth in her mouth to keep her being the only one grunting. With all prepared Gruntilda flies away on her broom, Corrin helplessly running behind trying to keep some sort of pace with them. Flying over box fields, lopping green hills, odd military structures, Corrin kept a slow pace behind them having to navigate so much. Gruntilda on the other hand makes it back to her lair within a decent amount of time. Getting off her broom she waves a finger and has the broom floats Camilla into the workspace.
THUD
The broom tosses Camila onto the ground and seems to almost laugh at the bound girl. Camilla could do little to nothing. Normally ropes would be easy to break free from but the magical ones around her felt too hard to rip. All she can currently do is make murmurs through the gag and glance over the room. She could probably try and nudge herself in a certain direction. Though it would take a bit of effort. “M-mmm…”
Gruntilda’s lair was not what Camilla would expect from a normal Witch. It seemed to have all sorts of different machines laying about it. She would not have even known what a machine was had some of the other fighters in the area not told her and Corrin about them. Test tubes, cauldrons, odd green fog lingering on the floor. What was strangest to Camilla was seeing so many objects had eyes and mouths. Though she could see no other helpers for the witch. It seemed the area would normally have more people; Camilla could only assume just like her and Corrin not everyone from her world was brought over.
“Hmph…” Gruntilda sighs and kicks the side of a rather large chambered machine. It was big enough for her to walk in and out of if opened, another chamber beside it. “Will this fit a girl like that, it was made for smaller ones.” Walking over to Camilla Gruntilda grabs the girl at the ropes and drags her across the floor to the opened chamber. “Let's see if she has too big buns!” Pushing Camilla into the machine entrance, just as thought, her thick thighs get caught. Her armor also scrapes the sides of the machine. Sighing slowly Gruntilda looks over the girl’s body, Camilla’s butt sways a bit trying to keep her head lifted as to not eat the dirt of the lair. “Aw come on head back down. I have to get you in here so my beauty is the one that drowns.” Grabbing her broom again Gruntilda turns it over into her hand so the bristles lightly tap Camilla’s butt.
SMACK
The broom smacks against Camilla’s ass making the poor girl groan into her gag. Gruntilda of course chuckles in response and brings her hands back up, then back down with force.
SMACK
The broom impacts against the plump cheeks leaving Camilla’s rather exposed bottom red. The smacking sadly did not seem to thrust Camilla into the machine any further than she already was. “Make the chamber for a small Bear, what did I expect? Still, the girl’s ass looks like it could be swept!” At first, Gruntilda teasingly lets the bristles brush against Camilla’s bottom. Camilla’s body responds in kind by shivering a little even flinching about. It was cute, interesting, it gave Gruntilda more ideas to use.
SMACK
“Mmnrgh!” Camilla groans out louder her voice reaching a bit further even through the gag. The pain was a bit much, the old hag hit with more force than she had expected. Still, Camilla was no longer a child she did not need anyone lashing her butt. “Mnrgh-arggh!” Trying to speak up sadly was still not working. Trying to push the gag from her mouth was too hard. Even as she drools because of it, the handkerchief was tight in place preventing her from pushing the thing out. Camilla had never dealt with such a troublesome situation before. The Witch seemed to be enjoying her suffering. “O’rrin” The only words Camilla could muster were for her brother. In times of stress, she just had to think of her precious brother and everything would be alright. If her brother tied her up if her brother gagged her like so. It would be wonderful than would it not? Camilla could not let the Witch win, break her. The spanking she just had would be like if her brother spanked her bottom. She could wait for more, she needed more.
SNAP
Camilla winces her eyes expecting another smack to her butt. Instead, she feels the sides of the machine against her loosen. Grunttilda had only snapped her fingers, and somehow the chamber around Camilla grew to fit her. “Hah.” Gruntilda snorts through her nose starting to press buttons at the machine's main console. “I usually have help for this. An enlarge spell and a shove will make sure the time window is not a miss.” Pulling a lever down Gruntilda nods at her broom and it nods back. This time the broom flips itself over so its handle now presses into Camilla’s bottom. It pushes her into the chamber the rest of the way and the broom then smacks the large metal door shut. “Good now it is time to start. Broom make sure you do your proper part.” Gruntilda now enters the empty chamber, the door closing behind her as well. The broom then hovers back over to the console and pushes the lever of the console all the way down.
ZAP!
Purple electricity courses through the coils of the machine. It sparks and smokes and the viewing window of the chambers both are bloated out by a purple gas. The broom could not even begin to think what was happening within. The timer at the side of the console ticks slowly away, the time to open them had not yet come.
Camilla felt like she could barely breathe. The gas surrounding her was far too much, her nose had to inhale but whatever the gas was smelled foul. “Mm-mm!” She could not even call for Corrin in this time of need. Wiggling like a worm was the most she could manage. Squirming herself an inch at a time, trying to save her breath. She finally touches against the wall. Turning herself over slowly she gets herself in a sit-up position. Looking through the gas her skin was changing. Before her eyes, the pale skin she had was turning green, just like the hag’s skin. It was not like Camilla could fight such a change though. Trying to dig her heels into the floor of the chamber and push against the door was the most she could muster. The door was far too thick to budge with manpower. The magnetized locks help with that to keep it air-tight.
CRACK
Camilla feels her body shiver and then joints crack. Something about her felt so sore all a sudden. Her vision even felt a tad blurry trying to make out any changes through the gas. Her back was starting to hunch over, she could not straighten it without it hurting more. Her knees were starting to feel weak too, luckily, she could not move them anyway with the binds. Then warts begin to form on places of her nice smooth skin. Though not wanting to admit it Camilla was starting to understand what was happening. Her body was starting to look uglier, deformed just like the hags. Gruntilda was mentioning beauty so long, the machine was somehow stealing Camilla’s looks from what she could tell. What was she to do? No, weapon, no way out. She could not fight the chamber, the most she could do was hit her head against the side of the wall.
Clatter
To her horror, Camilla’s teeth then begin to loosen in her mouth brushing against her tongue. The gag finally falls out of her mouth and with-it teeth clatter against the floor of the chamber. “A-aah!” The ropes around Camilla’s body begin to loosen now as well, the spell for binding possibly timed. “M-my…” Lifting her hands slowly Camilla looks at her now wrinkled green hand gently using the rough-skinned finger to brush over her lips. They felt cracked, thin, but pushing a little she could feel the gums of her mouth. Her teeth were gone save a few, it felt like maybe she had four left in her mouth, two top and two bottom. Just touching the teeth still there hurt like they were already rotted anyway. Did Gruntilda feel the same constantly? “N-ngh… th-this can’t be real. M-my body. I-I feel so, aged? Old? Not just my looks but youth too?” As much as Camilla hated to admit it. If this was how Gruntilda felt constantly she probably would turn evil herself sooner or later.
SNAP
Gruntilda was having a very different time within the chamber. Her back snaps and she suddenly stands up straight. Snickering at herself she hops in place with a spring in her step. Just a few little changes and she felt like a school girl compared to before. “Wonderful, amazing, lovely, beauty for Grunty.” The witch cackles even as the pain from her joints snapping and cracking wash over her. The afterglow of them being renewed was worth it. No lingering pains, no random aches. She could bend up and down all she liked without worry. The rags of a witch dress were no longer needed, she tosses it off and even kicks off her shoes. Her green skin was now a lighter color. Running her fingers against it she can feel it in real-time smooth. As soon as her fingers are about to hit a wart it vanishes away. Her once rough wrinkled fingers are even smooth as well. Slender, a bit of natural gloss on the nails. She was becoming a knockout Witch and all it took was scooping some girl up from the fields. Biting at her dried lips Gruntilda feels them plump. Touching her fingers against them they felt so soft, even she wished she could kiss them. Though she had so many changes to go through it was hard for her to keep track. Her legs shake, and her height grows. Her thighs get thicker and her butt pushes out. Her breasts push back up; her chest no longer drooping and hidden. Her butt gets the same treatment; lifted, plump, perky, and cute. Spinning in place within the chamber Gruntilda was as light as a feather, her feet tap against the cold ground with no aches and pains. Her dainty smooth feet with perfectly functional toes. Her long smooth legs with no blemishes or imperfections. Though most of all, her teeth were growing back in. A little sharp, pearly white, a full set of teeth resting in her mouth. Perfect for chewing, gnawing, biting, anything she could think of.
Rustle
Gruntilda though forgot the most important part, not just her long eyelashes accenting her lovely red eyes. Her now long black hair flowed down her back resting against her plump butt. Her luscious locks of hair are thick yet silky smooth. Hair drapes over her shoulders and tickles at her back. “Grunty wins.” The Witch smirks, her voice coming out of her mouth seductively. It was just natural for her to speak in such a sultry manner. Her voice was now young, feminine, mature, and of course, sexy. Snapping her fingers, the clothes she tossed are lifted into the air. The black shoes twist and turn becoming a pair of pointed black heels. Clattering to the ground she slips her feet into them and brushes a hand along her thigh. She had quite the body to work with. Another little snap and the dress twists and turn as well, a bra, panties forming slipping up her legs and around her chest. Everything she needed with a little touch every girl needs. A little black dress falls over her head, loose around her body. “Hmph.” With another snap it tightens like a pencil dress, clinging nicely to her new curves, accenting her now large rump. Her chest was exposing plenty of cleavage now as well, just like the hussy she stole such beauty from. “This is how you really show off. When I see that girl this time I’ll scoff.”
Sizzzzzz Cur-chunk Thud
The doors to both chambers slowly open, the gas sizzling out from the cracks. The door creaks and cracks and the gears lock in place once the door opens fully. A mighty clack then echoes against the Witch’s lair. The glossy black heels had a very satisfying sound as they step on out of the chamber. Camilla could barely believe her eyes watching Gruntilda strut out of the chamber hand on her hip swaying her butt each step she took. The body type was so much like Camilla’s normal one, the bust size, the hips, the waist. “She… she really did it.” Camilla groans in her rough now haggard voice. “What can I even do like this?” Shakily she steps forward, her legs too short now to even fit her heeled boots she walks on her now green wrinkly bare feet. Each step felt tiring but she makes it out of the chamber. “Y-You Witch! Give me, back, my body!” Taking a few short breathes between words Camilla shakily keeps walking forward toward Gruntilda, but the youthful Witch just takes a few steps away. The difference in physical ability was rather vast. At least as a hag, Gruntilda had magic to help her do almost anything. Camilla though had no such abilities. The magics she could employ if any would just be attack types too. “Ah-ah-ah…” Panting slowly Camilla holds the side of her hip trying to arch herself up a bit, the hunch in her back would not allow her. “I… I can’t do anything like this. Give me back my body already! C-Corrin will defeat you if you don’t!”
Gruntilda snickers and brushes her lovely black hair over her shoulder. “That one is rather nice looking.” Pausing for a long while Gruntilda lets the comment settle in the air watching carefully as Camilla twitches and looks away. “I got this body from you, so how about I let you marry that boy?”
Camilla’s green skinned cheeks turn a little rosy her withered body shaking in excitement. “Wh-what? To have Corrin be mine? Marrying… marrying him would be nice. But… but my body is what I want not your pity!” Finally reaching Gruntilda the green hag Camilla raises her shaky fist and whacks it against Gruntilda’s breast. Sadly, the breast was just deflecting the damage, nothing was happening. “Give me my life back! I don’t need to start a new one as some ancient hag!”
Still snorting through her nose regardless of her new look Gruntilda snaps her finger. Her broom flies right up to her looking her body up and down. Then the broom politely lowers, something it had not done before. “Beauty and respect often go together. Moan and whine here, or come with me to grab your boy in some leather.” Gruntilda smooths out the back of her dress and sits down on the side of her now blushing broom. Waving a hand to her side she awaits Camilla to come to her like a pet. Gruntilda got what she wanted, so she now had no reason to do anything worse. Camilla was no threat without magic, and Gruntilda saw no reason to bother her. Fetching some pretty boy was just icing on the cake to her already masterfully enacted plan.
“You…” Camilla clenches her fist, sighs, and then walks over to the broom slinging her leg over it. The broom was a bit less flattered to have Camilla on board, but it seemed to not mind since Gruntilda was on the upper shaft. “Fine, taking me somewhere that isn’t here is… is far better than staying in such a dreary place.” The hag princess grabs gently onto Gruntilda’s side and the broom lifts them both into the air zooming right out of the liar’s upper window.
SLASH
Corrin slices through vegetation trying to get himself closer to the odd mountain he spotted in the distance. It had green smoke pouring from it earlier and looked like a perfect place for a Witch’s liar, or at least some sort of lab. “I have to reach Camilla… she tossed me away. Tsk, it should have been me the Witch took. I can only think what terrible things could befall her.” It takes Corrin some time but after a good few minutes, he finally reaches an opening in the woods. Feeling the sun hit down on him, after being shaded so long, he uses the moment to take a small breath. Leaning against a tree he wipes off his sword, luckily it had not been nicked. The sharpness was still maintained even cutting through the vines littering the woods. “I’m almost there… this would be so much easier if I could fight at my true strength. Now because of me— Camilla…” Hitting his fist against the tree Corrin straightens out and starts walking out of the clearing. Sword at his side he pushes past more brush and crunches through leaves and sticks. The forest around the area was not horrible to pass through, the weather was decent too. It was however troublesome when his foot would get caught in the mud. Then finally he made it to the edge of the woods, a cliff going about thirty feet down before him. The mountain was in front of him too. Elevated a few full-sized human bodies up within the valley. “Great… Looks like I’ll have some climbing t—”
“Hahaha, let's fly and find him now!” Gruntilda’s voice sounded very different to Corrin, but the tone was a bit the same, just far more pleasant. She was flying out of her liar on the blasted broom once again. Just to make matters worse Corrin could see an elderly woman wearing Camilla’s armor.
Lowering back into the brush of the woods Corrin watches as the witch and Hagmilla circle around the valley. “That can’t really be… But she does look younger… and that armor. No one would wear it like that unless something happened… and they already had it on.” As much as Corrin did not wanna admit it, Camilla was most likely the second green-skinned hag he now saw. Gruntilda did something to make herself younger. “Magic is certainly a pain, isn’t it? I have to do something. Should I just show myself and try to fight? If I can get close… maybe it would work.”
Gruntilda starts her search first high than low. Brushing her flowing hair back she lets the sun hit her face. Her red eyes peer over the land, and it’s rather easy for her to spot the white-haired boy running through the woods. He stuck out like a sore thumb given the colors he wore. The chase was going to start, and looking back at Camilla just filled Gruntilda with more joy. The new hag’s pretty purple hair was still on her, but a bit lighter in color, and it was a large mess given her smaller body. It was cute seeing her drag it behind her struggling to get it out of her eyes currently when the wind blows in her face. “Looks like we found him already, coming to save you no doubt. Go on then girl, give him a shout.”
Trying to keep hair from her face Camilla sighs choosing to stop fighting the losing battle. “What? You want me to shout for him now?” Gruntilda nods at her without another word. Camilla still felt conflicted about the whole mess though. Looking down into the woods she could not really make out where exactly Corrin was. “He came to save me… I figure he would but.” Staring at her haggard body longer just made Camilla feel depressed. “I guess to move things along… I have nothing else to lose.” Pressing her hand to her face she shouts out the best she can in her now raspy voice. “Corrin! Corrin! Corrin I’m here! Won’t you help me?!”
With his name called Corrin jumps from concealment right out toward the valley. Instead of falling; he swooshes up in the air landing right on the broom with Grunty and Hagmilla. “I’m here!”
Grunty wobbles in place looking at the boy wide-eyed. “W-wait what—” The broom plummets down as soon as Corrin seemed to have footing. The three of them all crash to the ground rolling over onto the grassy ground of the lower valley. “This boy’s an idiot isn’t he?!”
Gruntilda’s angry stomping and shouting as she dusts off her dress does not stop Corrin. Scooping his now hag of a sister into his arm wings sprout from his back and he once again shoots up into the air with enough force that Grunty falls back onto her butt. “Not too stupid to for you though!” He escaped with ease, landing on the edge of the valley again he rushes through the woods with Camilla slung over his arm. “I’m sorry to carry you this way but we need to get away! One of the others may be able to heal you. I’ve seen a few of them use healing abilities or time related ones.”
Camilla sighs feeling her body bump a little against Corrin’s shoulder now again. Everything still felt so sore and achy even as the one she held close in her heart was carrying her. “Corrin—” Camilla bites at her lip closing her eyes. She could marry her brother with the help of the Witch. It would be fine; she took her beauty already. Maybe someone really could heal her also. If that was the case, she would be playing one over on the Witch instead of the other way around, she could win. The Witch humiliated her so it was only fair that Camilla got something out of the situation too, wasn’t it? “W-wait Corrin!”
CLACK
Heels click against the grassy ground, even with no hard surface. Gruntilda was back, stepping off her broom and staring daggers at Corrin. “Yes, why don’t you wait. Grunty here plans on changing your fate.” Just a small slow down in speed and already the Witch had caught up. With her hand held out, she smiles seductively; Corrin even blushes a little staring at the Witch’s eyes. “With this here book, I’ll have you be wed. We can’t do that if you were to have fled.” A book appears in Gruntilda’s hand, a thick red book that simply said spells on the front of it. Opening it up she flips over the pages and then stops. Her finger runs along the page, her eyes glancing at Corrin as he stares her down. “This spell will change those clothes into something more suitable.”
Corrin sets his sister down and holds his sword forward. “I can’t seem to get away from you. But I’ve fought people with magic plenty of times. If I have to cut you down for this to end then so be it! I’ll fight for as long as I have to!”
SNAP
Another Gruntilda snap goes off and from her book black tendrils form. From the sides of her dress cloth tentacles also join the formidable party. It was similar to the seeds that she had used earlier that day. Though the tendrils were now fabrics. That did not stop them from lashing out toward Corrin.
CLANG, BANG, SLICE
Corrin deflects the cloth coming at him. Then the next tendril his sword sashes against it as if the cloth it was made of was some hard surface. The cloth tendril moves away and then the next comes in, finally he slices through the last. The fabric felt as if it was getting hard for him to strike, taking a slow breath he watches as they squirm in the air. Gruntilda waves her hand out, and the tendrils connecting to her dress shoot forth. This time however they grow sharp like metal. Corrin lifts his sword to block and does manage to stop one. Sadly the other cuts along the side of his arm exposing his right hip. “D-damn it.” Taking another short breath Corrin was feeling the toil on his body from running around all day and swinging his blade so often. A war of attrition would get him nowhere. “Fine! If I can’t destroy them…” Ducking under the next tendril Corrin breathes in calmly and presses his right foot into the ground. Pushing off the ground then at his lowered state he jolts forward thrusting his left arm out. To Gruntilda’s surprise, Corrin’s arm deforms and turns black and leathery like a dragon’s wing or hand. The new appendage however grows claws, talons, like some sort of deformed mouth. The top opens wide and the bottom digs a bit into the dirt. “Take this, you Witch! Be consumed!”
Squish, squish
Corrin’s eyes slowly go wide. His arm was normal now. Instead of ripping the Witch to pieces, it was now pressing against a soft breast. The Witch’s face is filled with a blush, but staring at Corrin still seductively. “My, my, what an eager boy you are.” Gruntilda giggles and snaps her fingers, the cloth tendrils quickly encasing Corrin’s body within seconds. Then, they release, new clothes covering Corrin head to toe. The boy's armor was all gone, now replaced with a black suit, bow tie, even a pair of black leather shoes. Gruntilda fixes the bowtie a little giving it a few small tugs and stands to the side of the now confused boy. “Do you Camilla wish the boy to have no scar?” Gruntilda beckons Camilla forward and she stumbles to Corrin’s side.
“W-wait!” Corrin tugs at the edges of the suit looking between Gruntilda and Camilla even more confused. “Why are you… Camilla get away don’t listen to her non—” A ball shoves itself right into Corrin’s mouth silencing him, a rope keeping it now in place. About to run off Corrin’s legs suddenly clasp together, a rope then ties around them immobilizing them in an instant. Just like what had happened to Camilla before, even his arms are pulled back behind his back and tied together. “M-mmah?!”
Camilla smiles at the sight. It was humiliating for her, but her dear brother looked so precious all tied up and blushing confused. Sadly for Camilla showing off her mostly toothless mouth was not comforting her brother. “Don’t worry.” She places her wrinkled hand against the side of Corrin’s arm. Her attempts to be soothing just sounded like she was plotting something evil. “You’ll be mine… if I have to have a body like this. I’ll at least make sure you’re mine.”
Sighing Gruntilda flips through a few of the pages of her book and looks at Camilla. “Do you take him to be your husband, and you, her wife?” Corrin muffled yells against the gag unable to get any actual words out from it. Camilla on the other hand nods with a smile. “Then now you two shall be together, for life.” Closing her spell book shut it glows and a ring appears around Camilla’s and Corrin’s ring fingers respectively. The ring is just a simple silver band, but both have the letter Gengraved onto them. Camilla agreed to this little setup but even she did not realize Gruntilda planned on marking the rings.
Holding her hand to her chest Camilla puts her wrinkled hands against Corrin’s chest and stands on her tiptoes. For now, the Witch was furthest from her mind. Corrin was right here waiting for her, and she knew they were always supposed to be together. Puckering her cracked lips she kisses them against the gaged boy's mouth. The moment left a little to be desired but it still counted as a kiss. “Finally… Corrin’s mine. Hehe…” Cackling a bit under her breath Camilla stares at her ring and holds it close to herself still in a bit of disbelief. A magical wedding, one that would bind them together, it was simply perfect. “Now… hehe, hehehe. I just need to turn myself back to normal.”
“Aaaah.” Gruntilda yawns loudly and stretches out her arms letting one rest over Corrin’s shoulders. “Come here often cutie?” The scene was sickening to Camilla. Gruntilda was making a pass at Corrin, right after their marriage? “You have quite the nice bootie…” The witch’s hand slowly goes down Corrin’s back cupping his butt tenderly. “You never asked what my spell did. Though hehe, it said nothing like forbid.” Corrin’s body shivers as Gruntilda feels him up. Her left hand gently caresses his cheek while the right fondles his nicely toned buns. Now and again Gruntilda’s eyes glance at Camila. Seeing the look of sadness, heartache, and pain-filled eyes only serve to fill Gruntilda with plenty of joy. “I haven’t even done anything yet. Though I believe we have a honeymoon to set.”
Sucking in air Camilla tries to will up all her strength. “Y-You can’t have my Corrin!” Charging forward on her small legs she tries to ram Gruntilda. She even hits against the woman’s side. Camilla’s body though has no force, no power, nothing to push the woman down. Like a kid having their head held so they could not hit their parents’ legs, Camilla could do nothing to Gruntilda. “Y-you… I won’t go along with some honeymoon. You can’t just marry us and then use that as an excuse to have him all to yourself!”
Corrin muffled still agrees with a nod of his head at Camilla’s words. Gruntilda on the other hand simply shrugs her shoulders and kisses the tip of Corrin’s nose. “Hehe, the boy blushes to me but quivers at your kiss. With Grunt playing with him the boys sure not too remiss.” Camilla’s face now starts to blush her arms flailing like a child. Gruntilda though keeps her hand against Camilla’s head and takes the light blows to her side as if they were nothing. “So let's have the honeymoon begin. Just remember something sweetly; Grunty always wins.” With another snap of her finger a portal opens up and Grunty pushes Corrin right into it. Then with a snap again, her broom comes and she grabs at Camilla’s collar tossing her on back. Nothing was left for them in the forest now, so Camilla and Gruntilda both head back to the liar, the night finally washing over the land.
Tick, tock, tick, tock
The clock ticks along time moving with it. What did Camilla exactly have right now? Gruntilda truly was an evil Witch, she never intended on letting Camilla have anything. “I just… made everything worse.” Gritting her teeth, the woman moves her sore aching body forward. Apparently, all she was useful for was a servant to bully around. Gruntilda did not have her servants so Camilla was a good one. The Witch was too powerful, Corrin and Camilla needed to wait for help to get out of their situation. Camilla though did not even know if it would come. Each tick of the clock was just a reminder of failure, a reminder of how Gruntilda was now using a body like Camilla’s own to do who knows what to Corrin. “She made it so I can’t leave this area… and she won’t feed me unless I do chores for her. That was what she told me.” Biting at her lip Camilla grabs a tray full of drinks from a large table and starts walking it back to Gruntilda’s room. “I’ve been reduced to some sort of maid. It’s only been a few hours though right? Corrin… he has to be okay still. I’m worried to even go into that room.” Standing face to face with Gruntilda’s door Camilla’s haggard hand reaches out and knocks against it. “Gruntilda! Your drinks are ready to be served.”
Even with the more pleasant voice, Camilla hears the same old snort from Gruntilda’s nose. “It’s about time you brought me my drink. Your timings just perfect to push Corrin over the brink.”
The laughter from behind the door is off putting. Was Gruntilda really doing something horrible to Corrin? Slowly Camilla presses her hand against the door pushing it open. Then she stops and glances at the silver ring on her finger. The G on it was now glowing softly. Camilla could not help but wonder if they actually got married or if the ring she wears is just some way to keep her obedient. Taking a deep breath her hand creeks the door open nice and slow. The slowness was not just because her body was tiresome to deal with, she was worried. “A-alright I will just—”
SMACK
The sight before Camilla was one of torture, but it seemed to be torturing her rather than Corrin. Gruntilda was on the bed with him in her tight little black dress. She had him on her lap all tied up, the only thing he was wearing was some little thong showing off his rather pleasantly plump butt. Corrin’s physical fitness aside he was blushing there on the bed a rope in his mouth. His head was currently being pressed against Gruntilda’s thighs a bit tighter than a normal lap pillow. Camilla still had a job though, one she could not really step out of to start ripping out Gruntilda’s eyes. “Your… your drinks.” Camilla did not have to show joy for her tasks, though sadly that just tended to make Gruntilda happy. Setting down the drink tray Gruntilda grabs hers right away and sips at it. Her hand pets the top of Corrin’s head like he was no better than a house pet. “Is there anything else I can do for you… Mistress?”
Gruntilda smiles, she knew all the power is now in her hands. The Witch had two young adults to toy with, tease, humiliate, and more. All of her plans really did work out well so long as a stupid bird and bear were not around. “Well just watch us hag, but don’t be a nag.” Gruntilda smirks at her own comment like she was the funniest person in the room. Frustrating the poor girl she stole beauty from was just far too fun. Right away she starts her little game. Gruntilda lowers her head and kisses Corrin’s cheek. Lifting his head she slowly pushes him back so he sits on his knees. The boy's arms are tied behind his back, legs kept together. His neck can still move but the rope in his mouth keeps him a muffled mess. Gruntilda wanted this, a good way to show people their place is to make them powerless. After all, she is the best, why should people not do what she wants? Running her nice soft fingers against Corrin’s skin the boy blushes with rosy cheeks. So inexperienced, probably from being in battle too long. The boy did not know how to handle a woman well. That sort of behavior just made Gruntilda want to play with him more. “My little Corrin is about to pop.” Leaning in close to Corrin’s ear Gruntilda breathes softly on the boy’s neck, her warm breath making his body shiver. Gruntilda’s eyes however lock onto Camilla that was simply watching them both with gritted teeth. “How about I play with that little cock~” Gruntilda giggles into the boys’ ears, her seductive words making him quiver and squirm more.
Camilla’s hand squeezes at the side of her thigh. She wanted nothing than to be able to punch Gruntilda. Doing anything wrong would simply make things worse though, she was just a lowly servant now. “W-wh—” Hearing the Witch’s words about how she wanted to play with Corrin more than just tying him up is a bit much for Camilla. Would the Witch really try to take the Dragon’s seed? Would she go out of her way to hurt Camilla’s heart so much? “Y-You can’t just decide to do that to him!” Camilla eyes winces back some tears her watery eyes blurring her vision more than it already was. “This… this isn’t a honeymoon! This isn’t for me!”
Gruntilda’s eyebrow cocks up her lips forming into a wide grin. “It is a honeymoon, the bride and groom are both here. That’s all you need, well that and a little fear.” Her lips tenderly kiss against Corrin’s neck her eyes watching Camilla’s crying eyes carefully. The hand at Corrin’s chest then slides down. Gliding along the toned boy's pale skin Gruntilda reaches that thin thong she got him to wear. Innocent, white, yet kept his butt perky. All the perfect features for a toy. Though her toy did have plenty of features. Gruntilda grabs at the waistband of the thong and snaps it against Corrin’s skin. “It looks like the husband is enjoying himself. So when the wife enjoys it herself…” Gruntilda lets the words roll on by, her fingers slipping past Corrin’s waistband. Camilla could not see everything, but Gruntilda thought that just made it all the better.
Corrin really had no say. Not just because his mouth had a rope shoved into it. Feeling Gruntilda touch his body, is nice, he found it hard to deny. Her body really is like Camilla’s now. It is just like his sister was touching him in such a way. Though now he no longer had to worry about themselves being siblings. A woman doing what she wanted when she wanted it. It was appealing to Corrin, far better than Camilla babying him all the time. It was not that Corrin wanted to be treated like some sort of pet, but it was better than his other treatment. With this, he finally felt like a man. A real mature woman was touching his body up. His heart races, his nose breathes quicker. He wanted to let go, to enjoy himself. Who cared if he was tied up? It felt good, Camilla tried to betray him by working with Gruntilda at the end. He had worked so hard to help her. The others would come to fetch them at some point too. Corrin had nothing to be guilty about, he is a young man finally not being forced to fight. Being able to have someone take control of him but in a far more mature way than Camilla. Maybe it was all he really wanted, someone to let him be an adult. Someone that would let him enjoy the intimacy without having to worry about the fighting. Or was it just the Witch pulling some spell on him? Feeling her slender fingers run along his skin was wonderful. Feeling those fingers coil around his shaft was even better. Her thumb presses against the tip, her pointer finger squeezes a bit around the head. Corrin relishes the feeling; how could his mind possibly be cloudy? It was too good to be evil. That stiffening feeling between his legs. The flexing as Grunty strokes at the shaft. The slow subtle build-up with each little twitch. The drippings lacing over Grunty’s fingers. “M-mmngh!” Corrin moans into the rope blocking his mouth. It was far too much for him. All the feelings at once with his inexperience, he blew faster than a bomb with a short fuse.
“No!” Camilla cries out at the display unfolding before her. Her wonderful, beautiful brother was collapsing into Gruntilda’s arms. His eyes seem so full of bliss that it hits Camilla right in her heart. Gruntilda of course slips the hand from the little thong and licks her fingers clean. Both the women do not break eye contact as it happens. The thick seed lines Gruntilda’s tongue and she smiles so sinisterly as she swallows it back. Even opening her mouth again and showing her tongue off to Camilla. “H-how… how could you do something like this?”
Gruntilda lays back resting Corrin’s head atop her breasts. “Simple, I said it before, Grunty always wins.”
Nothing else was said between them the rest of the night. Till help came to them, Gruntilda would hold all the power. Camilla couldn’t reach out to Corrin, and he seemed far too content in his new position. The two were trapped, but Gruntilda was far beyond happy.