The Change, (Early story Draft)

 Varka slipped into Selenyra room, her tall leather boots echoing on the stone floor as much as she may try and keep quiet. She was a tall woman with deep red hair cropped short, her body was musclebound and scarred, she carried herself  with confidence as she strode over to the chair Selenyra was sitting in, trying and failing to be quiet as she moved. 

Selenyra moves her book out of the way as Varka slides onto her lap, legs dangling over the arm of the chair. Selenyra was much smaller than her lover, but not to a normal person. She wraps an arm around her as Varka leans into her. She whispers into her ear “what is wrong my Trousse?”

Varka squirms a little, the name always seemed, so humiliating. She sighed and tried to nuzzle closer into Selenyra, she always made her feel submissive for reasons she never figured out. Selenyra’s voice was firmer this time, “Tell me”.

Varka hated telling her things, she just wanted to forget it. She quietly starts to explain, Selenyra listening to every word, running fingers over her scars as she comforts her lover. Giving the powerful women some time to be vulnerable for once. Eventually with an exasperated sigh Varka looks up at her, “How was your day?”

Selenyra smiles down at her in her arms, “I have been working on a spell, would you like to see it?” Varka smiles and nods “Always” she whispers. Selenyra starts to weave a spell, chanting as her hand goes blue, eventually pressing it to Varka’s stomach. 

She feels her breath catch as her body starts to strain. She feels it morphing into a new shape, her back arching. She feels her ears tingle, her hair starts to swish about. Her body feels lighter and smaller but she can't tell what is happening to her. With one final shudder the spell ends and she slumps back into Selenyra’s arms. 

Varka manges to whisper “what did that do?”. The moment the words left her mouth she knew something big had changed. That was not her voice, not her normal one. It was soft and effeminate, innocent. Not like her normal gruff and commanding tone at all. She looks up at Selenyra, her now big blue eyes wide and confused. 

It dawns on her, bit by bit what she had done to her. Her form was delicate and weak, thin and petite. Big blue eyes and long pale ginger hair. Selenyra holds her tight as she squirms in her new form. 

What have you done to me she gasps. “I made you as you should be princess” vara looks up at her in frustration, “don't call me that” she says as she tries to hide in her arms. Selenyra slides her hand between her legs as Varka instinct opens them for her, “no not like this” Selenyra scolds her, “be a good girl for once”

Selenyra slips fingers into her, her new body overly sensitive as she loudly moans, her hand going to her mouth to suppress it as her big helpless eyes look up at her. She grabs her hands with her free one and pulls them over her head stretching her out. She whimpers unused to not being able to resist her. Moaning loudly as she feels how helpless she is, 

Selenyra smiles “why are you so loud like this?” She keeps fingering her teasing and edging her as she gets louder and louder.

Varka squirms under her, already lost all composure as her lover brings her to the edge, gasping and moaning loudly as her backs arches trying to 

She lets her scream as she cums, for once vulnerable and helpless as she holds her in her arms and strokes her long hair as she shakes, overwhelmed at her new body