Chapter 1

Ethel Hallow closed her eyes, her hands underneath the blankets, two finger buried deep in the soft, wet folds of her womanhood. The girl moaned softly as she imagined an image of Maude Moonshine, one of the girls at Cackles Academy she claimed to hate, but had secretly lusted after since the moment she'd laid eyes on the girl.

Ethel almost hated herself for her attitude towards the oh so sweet girl, imagining Maude's lovely face, with her cute round, flat glasses and her dirty blond hair done up in simply adorable pigtails. But there was no way she could admit her true feelings, not so long as Maude was friends with Mildred Hubble, Ethel's arch nemesis. No, if Ethel were to have that sweet face nestled between her legs, lapping hungrily at her pussy, she'd have to tear the two apart. She had devised a plan; it would just take a few more night's work, but it was perfect. Nearly flawless. Just a few more experiments were necessary before she was ready to-

The door creaked open at that exact moment, and a slouching figure peered into the room. "Sorry, I'm late," came the whispered voice of Drusilla as she slipped into the room, "but HB almost caught me in the hallway."

"Shhh," Ethel hissed with a touch of annoyance as she lifted the thread bare blanket the school forced her to endure, "Just shut your mouth long enough to get over her and lick me out, Drusilla Paddock!"

The redhead blushed, bowing her head a little as she looked up at Ethel through her bangs, her heart fluttering as she saw the length of the girl's lovely legs exposed, with her delicious pussy glistening wet and inviting.

"Are, are you sure you've gotten the silence spell right this time?" she inquired hesitantly, glancing towards the door skeptically, but walking towards her lover nonetheless.

Ethel sighed heavily, rolling her eyes as she shook her head in mild annoyance. "Do you doubt my power, Drusilla?" she said seriously, but rhetorically, bending her legs and spreading them farther apart as her voice took on a more commanding tone, "Now look, I called you here for a reason, and I expect you to do as I ask. Understood, Ms. Paddock?"

Drusilla nodded slowly, her pulse racing in a combination of anticipation, the thrill of doing something terribly naughty with the possibility of being caught, and the tone in Ethel's voice that always gave the girl a certain, secret thrill. With a small smile, Drusilla pushed down on the foot of the bed with both hands, slowly crawling forward across the narrow straw mattress. As she went, the girl placed teasingly loving kisses along the soft, smooth skin of Ethel's pale legs, each time making quiet, appreciative moaning sounds.

For her part, Ethel smiled, watching her young lover with interest and a mild sense of fondness. 'You may be a bit thick, Drusilla, ' the girl thought smugly, her fingers running through her friend's shoulder length red locks, caressing her scalp as Drusilla's cheek brushed lightly against her leg like an affectionate cat, 'but you're quite good at more physical tasks.'

Between her lover's legs, Drusilla purred happily, her hands grasping Ethel's ankles before slowly sliding upwards, enjoying the silky softness of the girl's skin beneath her palms as her lips finally found the warm expanse of Ethel's inner thighs.

Drusilla smiled to herself, her small tongue running a line along Ethel's skin, part way up one leg before kissing her way back down the other. 'I love you, Ethel Hallow, ' she thought to herself, not daring to speak the words aloud, fearful of what her lover would think if she expressed the thought. Instead, Drusilla showed her affection by giving Ethel's inner thigh a gentle nip, running her teeth slowly across the girl's skin as Ethel laid back sighing contentedly.

As Ethel's fingers entwined in her hair, Drusilla let out a happy little moan, for the moment satisfied to simply be her beloved's loyal retainer, her minion at worst, but her lover at best. She opened her eyes as she came near Ethel's hairless pussy, smiling to herself as she remembered the first time the girl had made her shave it, the memory giving Drusilla a pleasant tingle. Yes, though she was something of a servant to the somewhat snooty girl, at times it was simply a pleasure and an honor to serve Ethel Hallow.

Ethel bit her bottom lip as Drusilla's nose accidentally brushed against her labia, sending a tingle up her spine, the deep sense of longing she felt only made worse by her memories of the many other times she'd had Drusilla go down on her. "Mmm, that's it," Ethel sighed happily, closing her eyes and arching her back slightly as Drusilla's hands pushed the atrocious gray nightgown the girl's at Cackles were forced to wear as bedclothes up higher, "show me how good you really are Drusilla, show me how much I've taught you."

Drusilla moaned softly, giggling as she slipping her tongue out and placed it at the bottom of Ethel's moist opening. 'Oh, I'll show you, ' the girl promised inwardly, slowly dragging her tongue upwards, pushing the tip forward almost imperceptivity as she brought it up between Ethel's soft labia, scooping the girl's juices as she went.

Ethel inhaled sharply, her fingers in Drusilla's hair gripping tighter as she arched her back further, the girl's voice making a barely audible squeak of a moan. As Drusilla's tongue moved ever higher, scooping her sticky wetness towards her burning clit, Ethel squeezed her eyes tightly closed, pulling her lover's head closer as the girl moaned into her pussy.

"D- Don't tease me so, Drusilla!" Ethel hissed, trying to insinuate a touch of authority into her tone but not quite succeeding as the girl's tongue came free before moving down and repeating the process, this time pressing deeper into the inviting warmth.

"Mmm, but you taste so good," Drusilla teased softly, running her tongue slowly up each of Ethel's outer lips, wetting them with her own juices before kissing the girl's pussy affectionately.

Ethel's body shuddered as she caught her breath, looking up at Drusilla, narrowing her eyes as she panted. "There, is much to do tonight, Drusilla," she said as sternly as she could, "And I need ... I need a clear head to perform the magic properly. Now- Now be a good girl, and quit with the teasing!"

Drusilla pouted up at her beloved, smiling as the girl fell back down into her pillow. With a quiet giggle, Drusilla slid her tongue as far into Ethel's sweet tasting pussy as she could, slowly brushing her lips across the girl's labia before encompassing them fully. Then, with a soft, appreciative moan, Drusilla slid her hands up under Ethel's drab nightgown, her palms slipping lovingly over the girl's flat stomach as she began to suckle gently.

Just as her fingertips touched the subtle rise of Ethel's breasts, Drusilla suckled harder, her tongue pushing as deeply as it could into her lover's pussy, squirming it about just the way Ethel liked it. Drusilla smiled inwardly as Ethel's back arched again, her strong hands sliding over the rise of the girl's bosom before holding Ethel's breasts lovingly.

'I could suckle upon them all night if only she'd let me, ' Drusilla mused longingly, moving her head in time with her swallows, causing Ethel's body to shake as her fingers squeezed the girl's hard nipples between them, 'Mmm, mother was right though. Hallow girl's taste sweeter than any other!'

Ethel's fingers slipped out of Drusilla's hair suddenly, eliciting a whimper from her lover, but it was only a moment before her hands covered Drusilla's through the thin fabric of the nightgown, pushing the girl's fingers together tighter, urging her friend to grope her bosom more firmly.

Drusilla responded with a happy moan, lifting her mouth from Ethel's pussy as she continued to suckle at it, causing a loud, almost vulgar sound to echo off the cold stonewalls of the small room. "You're so beautiful when you cum, Ethel," the girl commented aloud, smiling down at her beloved for a moment as Ethel gasped quietly, the young witch's body moving in response to her building orgasm.

Not wanting to deny her friend, mentor, lover, and beloved her pleasure, Drusilla moved a little further up along the bed. With only a moment's contemplative hesitation as she stared down at the pale softness of Ethel's womanhood, Drusilla descended once more.

As the tip of Drusilla's soft tongue touched the warm skin just above Ethel's clit, the girl let out a long, helpless moan, a sound that sent wonderful shivers through Drusilla's body despite the fact that Ethel would never admit to such vulnerability. Closing her eyes and moaning contently, Drusilla began to slowly move her fingers in random patters against her lover's small, perfect breasts. At the same time, the tip of her tongue moved lower, tracing a wet line across Ethel's soft, alabaster skin, teasingly circumventing the girl's clit before slowly circling it in a degrading spiral pattern.

"D-Drusciiiiilla!" Ethel exclaimed, arching her back further as her hips squirmed helplessly beneath the girl's tongue, "S-Stop teasing! Lick it, you-! You impudent little strumpet! Lick it!"

Drusilla giggled at both the change in her lover's voice, and at her half-hearted attempt at insult, Ethel's words merely giving the girl a small thrill, wishing that the apprentice witch was more verbal during lovemaking. For a moment, as the tip of her tongue touched the base of Ethel's clit, moving slowly around it and causing her lover to move her hands to grip the bed sheets, Drusilla's mind wandered.

As she slowly began to lap at Ethel's clit, sending the girl into the swirling madness of screaming orgasm, Drusilla imagined herself with someone else. Someone who would say the things she longed to hear during lovemaking, to do the things Ethel simply wouldn't. For a few moments the young witch imagined another version of Ethel, one who would call her names as Drusilla licked her out. Not out of anger or malice, but out of adoration and lust. She imagined an Ethel who would take her over her knee and spank Drusilla's bottom for the sheer pleasure of the act. She imagined an Ethel who would gladly lick her own fingers clean after fingering her, as opposed to the real Ethel's revulsion to the act. But above all, Drusilla Paddock imagined and Ethel Hallow who actually loved her.

As her tongue ran expertly across Ethel's clit, Drusilla touched the girl's labia with her fingers. She smiled as her lover's body shiver at her touch, Ethel's hips pushing her pussy closer to Drusilla's hand as she slid her index and middle fingers into the girl.

Ethel grabbed her pillow and covered her own face with it, howling out her ecstasy as her first orgasm barely finished before the second started. Drusilla grinned, looking up at Ethel's hidden face as her fingers pushed easily into the girl and began sliding back and forth thought the willing wetness. As Ethel screamed into her pillow, Drusilla covered her lover's clit with her mouth, suckling hard, her tongue playing across it all the more intensely.

'I'll make you love me, Ethel Hallow, ' the girl promised herself, moaning loudly as her elbow began to hurt from thrusting her fingers in and out at such a rapid pace, 'I'll make you so deliriously happy you'll have to love me!'

Drusilla closed her eyes again, slipping out her fingers just long enough to switch hands, giggling to herself as her wet digits caressed Ethel's nipple, spreading the girl's juices across it, saturating her skin. As the fingers of her left hand began the swift penetration that had caused her right arm to need a break, Drusilla thought about her fantasy again. Trying to envision such a girl, pretending she was going down on her instead of the same old Ethel.

The image that suddenly came to mind startled Drusilla immensely, causing her to jump a little. Ethel hardly seemed to notice, however, carrying right along with her own selfish pleasure as Drusilla's mind conjured up an image of another girl. A girl she'd always found secretly attractive, but with Ethel continually dictating the course of Drusilla's life, there was no room for such thoughts in the young witch's mind.

The vision that so captivated Drusilla was of another of Mildred's friends, Enid Nightshade. The girl was forever causing trouble, and was a bit like Ethel in her strong willed, always did her best to get what she wanted sort of way. But Drusilla also knew that Enid was far more adventurous. With no staunch family traditions, and a somewhat more down to earth attitude, Drusilla pondered the possibilities. Enid and Ethel were about as attractive as one another she supposed, but Enid lacked Ethel's upper-class charm, and it was doubtful that the girl would go as far in life.

Drusilla sighed inwardly, accepting her lot in life for the moment, only to have her reverie broken by Ethel's hand against her forehead, pushing the girl away suddenly.

"That's enough for now, Drusilla," came Ethel's usual authoritative tone, "There's work to be done."

Drusilla sighed heavily, nodding as she realized that once again, her darling Ethel wasn't going to return the pleasure she'd given her. It seemed rare that she did, Drusilla thought bitterly, frowning thoughtfully as Ethel swung her naked legs off the bed and moved towards her dresser.

"So, what's this all about then?" the redhead inquired, shifting to lay across the bed, supporting herself on her elbows as she licked her fingers clean.

Ethel smirked as she opened her top drawer and sorted through her neatly folded undergarments before pulling out a sealed glass bottle. "Oh, you'll see," she chuckled, glancing over her shoulder and smiling knowingly before setting down the bottle and reaching in again.

What the girl pulled out made Drusilla inhale sharply, her eyes going wide and her heart racing as she saw the hairbrush Ethel held. But Drusilla's excitement quickly faded as Ethel tossed it over to her and snatched up the bottle once again.

"Stop being such a spectator and yank a few of the hairs out of that for me, will you, Drusilla?" Ethel said off handedly, pulling out the cork from the bottle before reaching into her drawer again and taking out a small handful of dark green powder.

Drusilla's heart sank a little as she sat up and took hold of the comb, watching as Ethel added a few other ingredients to the potion. "So, what exactly is this plan of yours?" she persisted, plucking out a few of the longer dirty blond hairs Drusilla knew for certain weren't Ethel's.

"I told you to wait and see," the girl told her sternly, walking over and yanking the hair out of Drusilla's hand without so much as a thank you, "Now then, it's very important that I don't screw this up. So you must keep absolutely quiet. Do you understand me, Drusilla?"

The girl nodded, ignoring her benefactor's condescending tone for the moment, sitting up to get a better view as Ethel slipped one of the hairs carefully into the bottle and began waving her hand slowly over it.

"In Nomine ego ipse potentia, incanto eiusmodi medicamentum," whispered Ethel, keeping her voice low as a pattern of shifting blue light emanated from her palm and spiraled down into the bottle, "mutare allis actaeon conformo allis!"

Ethel smiled as a small puff of orange smoke rose from the mouth of the bottle, and held it up to the light of the lantern on her wall. "Perfect," she told herself, not really expecting any kind of response from Drusilla, "Now all I need is someone to test it out on before I try it myself."

Drusilla's eyes went wide for a moment as Ethel walked towards her, a smug grin crossing the girl's face. "Now don't worry," she said sweetly, bending down before Drusilla and pushing the potion into her hands, "I just need you to be a guinea-pig for an hour or so, Drusilla. And besides, it won't hurt a bit. I promise."

The girl swallowed hard as Ethel stepped back, the still smoking potion feeling warm in her hands. "What's it do?" Drusilla began, only to have Ethel glare at her sternly.

"Oh just drink it Drusilla," the witch said impatiently, "I don't have all night."

The other girl nodded obediently, closing her eyes tightly as she brought the enchanted brew to her lips. Drusilla made a face as the peculiar orange fumes tickled her nose, tilting the bottle up and allowing the warm, tasteless liquid splash into her mouth.

"Swallow," instructed Ethel, her arms folded across her chest impatiently, her posture accepting no arguments as Drusilla obediently swallowed hard, gulping down the potion before shuddering at the peculiar texture of the liquid.

"Now, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Ethel soothed, taking one last thing out of the dresser before walking over and sitting down next to her lackey.

Drusilla nodded slowly, setting down the potion bottle on the nightstand and closing her eyes as Ethel's fingers ran gently through her hair. "No, I suppose not," she replied, her voice going up an octave for a moment, giving her a moment's pause.

Ethel chuckled quietly at the confused look on Drusilla's face as the potion took effect, sending a peculiar tingling throughout the girl's body. "What- What's happening?" Drusilla asked aloud, unwilling to open her eyes as her bones seemed to painlessly shift in subtle ways and her voice altered in a way she couldn't quite place.

"Just open your eyes, dear," said Ethel with a knowing smile as she pulled a mirror off the nightstand, "and I'll show you."

Drusilla obeyed and gave a confused sound as she blinked her eyes, trying to focus them in the suddenly blurry seeming room. "I- I can barely see!" she protested, getting a quiet chuckle from Ethel.

"Good!" the girl said with a smug grin as she pulled the second object off the nightstand, "Then the potion does work. Better than I thought even."

Drusilla sat obediently still; shaking nervously as she found she didn't recognize her own voice and giving a worried/confused look as Ethel placed a pair of flat, round-lenses spectacles upon her suddenly smaller nose. Instantly, the room came into sharper focus, the blurriness at the edges of Drusilla's vision vanishing almost immediately.

"I- I don't understand," the girl stammered, her voice still sounding strange, yet hauntingly familiar to her own ears as Ethel picked up the mirror and held it in front of her face.

"Look and understand," chuckled Ethel smugly as Drusilla gasped at the reflection in the mirror.

The face of the girl that stared back at her wasn't Drusilla's. It was however, very familiar. It was the face of, of all people, Maude Moonshine.

"Wha- Why-?" stammered Drusilla, staring into eyes that were not her own, her thoughts scattered as she examined Maude's pretty face in the mirror.

Ethel sighed wearily, speaking in a somewhat condescending, yet not unkind tone. "Because, Drusilla dear," the girl explained, touching the side of Drusilla's face affectionately, the gleam in Ethel's eyes full of suddenly deep seeded lust, "You know as well as I do that we can't continue letting that brat Mildred Hubble running amuck at the school, now can we?"

Drusilla blinked, taken aback slightly. "Um, well, yeah," she agreed nodding slightly and causing her glasses to slip down her nose.

Ethel smiled, pushing the glasses back up Drusilla/Maude's nose as she continued. "We've tried nearly everything, you know," the girl went on, slipping an arm around Drusilla's shoulders as her free hand caressed the face of Maude Moonshine, "Mildred's been in trouble for longer than she's been a thorn in my side, yet nothing she does seems to get that insipid brat tossed out on her ear. There's just one thing that we haven't tried yet, though."

Drusilla tilted her head into Ethel's hand, signing softly at her lover's soft touch, wondering if the girl might not reward her for her loyalty. "Just tell me what I have to do," Drusilla breathed, turning to look into Ethel's eyes with longing, glancing at her lips and wondering if the girl would allow her to kiss them.

Ethel exhaled softly; gently caressing the Drusilla's newly formed soft, round features, the sweet innocence in Maude's eyes causing Ethel's heart to skip a beat. "Simple, my dear," she said softly, bringing her face closer, her lips brushing against Drusilla's as she spoke, "We need to get Mildred to leave on her own. The only way I can think of to do that is to break that dear little heart of hers. By making her think, that little Moonface hates her. And with this little potion recipe I found in the library, I know just the way to do it."

"So, so you want me to pretend to be Maude then?" Drusilla inquired, her heart racing as Ethel's hand against her back pulled her body closer, a smirk crossing Ethel's pretty face.

"Goodness no!" the girl chuckled softly, their noses rubbing past one another as she shook her head, "I'll be the one impersonating Maude. After all, if you want to get something done right, you have to do it yourself."

Drusilla blinked, not quite understanding, accepting the soft, almost tentative kiss of her lover. The girl caught her breath as their lips parted, breathing through her mouth as her skin tingled with desire. "Then, then why use the potion on me?" she inquired, her voice so much like Maude's that Ethel kissed her again.

"I needed to make sure it worked, now didn't I?" Ethel inquired with a bit of a condescending smirk, causing Drusilla to contort Maude's face into a look of hurt that quickly became a smile as she ran her finger's through the Ethel's hair, "And besides, you get the two most important jobs of all, dear."

"Anything for you, Ethel," Drusilla promised, lifting her hands and running her fingers through Ethel's hair to expose the girl's neck before leaning forward and tilting her head to one side.

Ethel chuckled softly, closing her eyes as lips that felt remarkably like Maude Moonshine's touched her throat. "You see," she explained, leaning back onto the bed, dragging Drusilla down with her, "I'm going to need you, to impersonate -me- during our little plan."

Drusilla blinked, getting a confused look Ethel didn't quite recognize, but found cute on Maude nonetheless. "To- You- You want me to be you?" Drusilla stammered, lifting herself up to stare curiously into Ethel's eyes.

The girl nodded slowly, grinning mischievously. "Yes," Ethel concurred, running her hands fondly down the cheeks of the girl who looked exactly like Maude, "but first, I have to make certain that the transformation will hold up to ... certain 'stresses'."

Drusilla smiled, so much like Maude that Ethel held her face fondly for a moment before dragging the girl closer and kissing her full upon the lips. Drusilla whimpered softly at the unaccustomed passion as Ethel's tongue pressed into her mouth. Without hesitation, Drusilla's somewhat smaller than she was used to hands slid down Ethel's back, reaching under her lover's drab nightgown to grasp the girl's bottom.

Ethel gasped in response, pulling her head back as Drusilla's lips sought futilely to hold her tongue in place. She then looked down at Drusilla with a look in her eyes that made the girl's heart melt. Ethel wanted her. And wanted her badly.

"T- Take me, Ethel," Drusilla said submissively softly in Maude's sweet voice, "Do anything you want with me."