A house sits between tall trees and a singing creek. Its quaint cabin simplicity masked its modern interior. Really, its interior betrayed its inhabitants. One room had its walls covered from floor to ceiling with books, manga, magazines, and all sorts of printed literature of varying size and subject. Asides from that, classic two bedroom and two bathroom set up. There was a dojo in the basement for all one’s training needs, and beneath that was a heated swimming pool. Roommates Aaron and Cliff sat in the Villa’s lounge. To briefly describe Aaron, he was tall and skinny. He had brown eyes, hair, beard and mustache. He presently wore comfy red sports shorts and a black Pirates of the Caribbean shirt, an image of Jack Sparrow and “I’m the captain, savvy?” Cliff, green eyed and brown haired, had on a grey hoodie and jeans. After he ate, the stouter of the two would go train.
They sat in comfy recliners with a retractable tray that held their laptops while they ate a dish of Cliff’s own design made with the pensword. It was a pasta topped with tomato basil vinaigrette; then mixed with chopped chicken, noodles, onions and tomato slices. He called it Chicken a la Buubuu. Who needed an oven when you had the pensword? Or even a kitchen for that matter. Anything they wanted they could create with the sword so long as it was not overused. Overuse could bring an apocalyptic rip in existence, or create the perfect cupcake. Sadly, like creativity it caused unpredictable results, a creativity explosion as Aaron termed it.
In fact, really the pensword made the house more of an easel. They could make it anything they wanted, either add or subtract at will. Want to have a baseball game with Shonen heroes and villains? Easily done. Monkey D. Luffy had a mean curveball. If they wanted to enjoy their lunch in a hotspring with the Sailor Senshi, it was totally possible. Aaron finished his dish. “Mmm. That was good” “Yeah,” Cliff replied, “I came up with it a long time ago.” Aaron put away his plate, “Hey, let’s do something fun.” “Like what?” Cliff asked curious. “First,” Aaron said as he grabbed the pensword then used it on Cliff as he smirked, “Alakagender change!”
Cliff gasped as his body shifted. It all happened at once and so fast he could barely keep up. His hair lengthened, his form slimmed, but she still felt her considerable strength with only a little diminishing. He turned into a round faced, cute girl brimming with natural beauty. “What the heck man!?” Claire shouted, “I get enough of this from Hannah!” “Wait wait wait,” Aaron interrupted before he take a pearl colored mask as smooth as a river stone and put it on. “I wouldn't change you into anything I would not change myself.” In a pale blue flash Aaron’s entire form changes from masculine to feminine. He was still recognizable as himself, tall and lanky still. He sacrificed his favored facial hair and manly co-pilot for trademarks of femininity and his dark brown hair lengthens to just past my shoulders. It’s mostly straight but a bit frayed here and there and by no means stylized. Both of their clothes remained the same though a tad more baggy.
“Now, girl to girl, shall we chat a bit Claire?” Erin smirked as she sits back on a recliner and muses, “my idea for something fun is a magical duel.” This peaked Claire’s curiosity. “A magical duel?” Erin giggled and nodded, “Sarah and me did it and it was a blast! She won and played around with me as a dragon for a bit. Basically, we spar with magic and the winner determines the fate of the loser. It's all in good fun. For example, Sassydragon and me had a duel of the elements slinging fire and water and ice and earth and lightning before she finally overwhelmed me with a skillful maneuvering. However it does not have to be limited by elements, you can do whatever you can imagine as long as you offer a slight explanation as to how you did it. Make sense?”
Claire sat down on the adjacent couch and brushes the hair out of her face, “So far. I once had something like that...but instead of using magic, I used martial arts techniques. I ended up winning.” Erin stroked her chin in thought. “You could infuse your martial arts with magic. I am afraid I am a bit of a distance fighter which is why I need magic to make things interesting!” “Hahaha!” Claire laughed rocking back, “What about weapons? Are those involved? I'm skilled in a bow staff, a katana sword, and whip chain.” Erin eyes widened, “Oooo awesome! You can use weapons, summons, spells, curses, etc with only a few restrictions. They are common sense though and you strike me as a man, woman presently heheheh, of honor who would not break them in the first place. No Godmodding, controlling the other's actions, nothing that is ‘unbreakable’ or ‘immune to everything’ like everyone's favorite ‘everything-proof shield’, and offer opportunities for the other player to react. Also, react in a realistic way in the sense that don't do something like ‘I am speedy and unhittable with infinite stamina.’ Basically, no Sues.”
“Oh absolutely.” Claire crossed her legs, “See, in writing you have to establish that someone is not invincible or indestructible. Everything has a weak spot...but at the same time you have to establish that everyone has a breaking point. At what point does one throw in the towel and surrender?"
“Indeed.” Erin copied Claire and rested hands on her crossed knees, “One does not need to use such terms such as ‘cooldown’ or anything like that. It's just basically that human limitations and the dynamics they play in testing our skills as we work to overcome them or diminish them. For instance I know I would never beat you in hand to hand, and could not hope to best you with blades. I have to think of other ways. All in all, I want to have a game that I have just as much chance of winning as I do losing, and at the end we can shake hands and say ‘good game.’”
Claire brainstormed as well. “Which is why, if we were to have a duel, you'd likely rely on pure distance magic while I'd have to rely on hand to hand combat and magic at close range. These play to our strengths. Right?” Erin nodded clasping her hands happily, “Exactly.” Claire smirked like a Sayian hearing of a strong opponent, “Hahaha! I get this feeling that you really want to duel me now.” Erin looked at her fingernails coyly, “Maybe a little. I would change both of us back first of course.” Claire brushed her bangs out of her eyes and giggled, “Of course you would. Before we do though...shall we lay out some ground rules?” Erin smiled clasping her hands together eagerly. “Sure! What are they?”
“Hahaha! Alright well first of all...” Claire said holding her hand up to calm her friend, “we need to understand each other’s capabilities. What kind of magic do you use? What weapons are at your disposal? For example...you can't just suddenly pull a magic staff out of your pocket and I certainly can't pull a sword out of my cleavage. There needs to be some preparatory knowledge, right?”
Erin laughed standing up, “I’d like to see you pull a sword out of cleavage! Well, let's see. I have magical masks that grant me many different abilities, and those are my primary weapons.” Erin pats the plump sack of masks that suddenly appeared beside her chair. She put on a mask with a pig design, “With this mask, I can smell really, really well. No good for combat, but great for finding the better smelling dishes in a buffet. There are two kinds of masks I make. Then there is one like what I’m wearing where it merges with the wearer with strong alteration magic. These can be difficult to remove and the wear runs the risk of them becoming permanent. Makes for an excellent security measure!” She opened the bag and pulls out a knob tip wooden walking cane. “This cane is interesting, got it for a bargain. It’s strong wood channels magic well and its gotta steel core for whacking!”
“Alright.” Claire stood as well so she could lay out a katana, a long metal bowstaff, and a bow with several arrows, “These are my weapons of choice. My katana is called Raitoningu which is Japanese for ‘Lightning.’ As such it channels the power of electricity in its steel. My arrows for my bow are all tipped with armor piercing tips and beneath the tips are small cotton fibers that will ignite if the steel begins to spark. The bow staff is ordinary in all respects accept that, when spun at high velocity, it can produce wind currents. As for my own physical abilities, we'll just go with the idea that I can produce flames and electricity from my kicks and punches. Does that sound fair?” She picked up her sword and unsheathed it.
Erin marveled at the weapons craftsmanship and maintenance, “Sounds fair enough. Mind if I leave my masks a bit of a surprise? I forget half of them and what they do. One gives me the ability to smell better? I mean really! None of them contain Fierce Dieties with untold power I promise.” Claire’s eyes widened then she laughed sheathing her blade. “That’s a real relief.” Erin winked. “Working on finding those. And, I have to take the masks on and off to use them, and only two hands and one face. That's not great math for me. But, I am confident I have enough to take you.” Claire got up and cracked her knuckles. “Oh, is that so?” “Yup!” Erin smirked, “and of course, the winner can do whatever they want with the loser. In keeping in the tone of the duel itself, it’s in the name of innocent fun.” Claire nodded in agreement. “Indeed, so do we battle somewhere special? Also...how does one know when the duel is over?”
Erin tapped her chin working it out in her mind. “Hm... well you are the fighter, when are your fights over?” Claire raised an eyebrow, “Ring matches or real street fights?” “Ring matches” Erin stuck her tongue out “These are duels of honor. Shall we duel until one is incapacitated or surrenders?” “Ring matches last three rounds. The winner is determined by KO or TKO. So, perhaps until one admits defeat or is unable to continue.” Claire recounted from hardened experience. Erin crossed her arms. “We seem to have an agreement that we shall battle until one admits defeat or is unable to fight further.” “Deal” Claire acknowledged, “...now is there anything else we should do or know?”
Erin mused on it. “Hm... We may have to work out some kinks as we go, so let's take it slow.” Claire nodded then asked, “Are we going to remain girls or change back to boys for this? It doesn't matter to me either way.” “Hm... let's remain girls for this one.” Erin answered. “It can be sort of a handicap for both of us and encouragement to take it slow. I at least have never dueled in this body.” Erin itched a spot on her leg. Claire started to stretch her arms, “Never fought as a girl before either. It will throw off my center of balance and also force me to fight slower.”
Erin stood and takes her cane and tapped the sack so it hovered, “Same.” She then tapped herself with her cane and changed her t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers into a comfy mage robes and boots. “May as well look the part.” She tapped her hair so it braided itself so now it would not get into her eyes so easily. For added fun, she put a classical wide brimmed pointy hat with a droopy tip. Both spells are easy on simple objects but clearly take some concentration. “How do I look?” Claire covered her mouth to suppress her laugh. “You look like a Wicked Witch. Well, I'm not as adept at alteration magic. Think you could put me in something?”
Erin beams as she accessed Claire putting her cane in front of her like someone ready to put on the ritz. “Alteration magic though has been a long passion of mine and more than a few of my masks are imbued with it. Of course I can hook you up, please tell me what you have in mind or else I might be tempted to put you in a chicken suit.” Claire scoffed, “A skirt or dress would only get in my way and prevent movement. I'm going to need my standard fighting uniform.” The mage stroked her chin and visualizing something like a gi and a headband “Would you like some footwear?” “I can do that myself.” She wrapped bandages around her feet and hands, “I'm going to need a white, skintight tanktop. A black, tight leather jacket over it as well as some jeans. I wear them when I'm going out any place dangerous.” Erin nodded her expression turning appropriate serious, “I understand. I will see what I can do.” She stepped forward towards her friend until she is within tapping distance and tapped her clothing. She managed the tanktop... but instead of white it came out red while the jacket came out green. The jeans came out blue though. Erin blushed and smiled sincerely, “Sorry.... I guess Christmas is still on my mind...”
“Haha!” Claire giggled, “It's just fine.” She straps her sword to her side, my staff to my back, and my bow laced over my shoulder. “Be lucky I don't have the pensword in my arsenal this fight. Hahaha!” she stretches, “Oh...I'm going to need a sports bra too. I don't want this things jiggling and bouncing.” Erin blushed and tapped both of their chests gently so they both had sports bras as, but she left the boxers she wore since they were comfy, “Forgot about that...” She tapped Claire’s chest gently to do the same “The pensword is indeed mightier than the sword. I have seen what you can do with it... and actually could you break it out for a moment to create an arena for us?”
Claire twirled her pensword, “I certainly can. Should the arena have anything specific? A beach? A forest? A field? Just a simple coliseum?” “A forest please. I want to save the beach for when we are pirates.” Erin smiles and taps her face with her cane to make an eyepatch appear, “Arg! Hehehe.” Claire took the pensword and stabbed the ground. The world changes to a dense forest, “This is the power of creation. I have the power to create. It's too dangerous to take lightly or to use in this duel.” Erin nodded as she watched the scenery change. Flowers sprouted up and trees rose in seconds. “Indeed a formidable power, definitely a bit of a higher level than what we are trying today. I have secrets of my own that I have not revealed as they would be better as surprises. But as we have said, not in this duel.”
“We're still girls too...it'd be best to take things slow.” Claire tied her hair into a long braid and squeezed her hands to test the bandages. Erin backed away ten paces and opened her hovering sack, “I trust your blades are not lethal?” “No,” Claire giggled, “They are not lethal.” “Thank goodness I don't want Hamlet happening!” Erin fell silent for a moment to enjoyed the sounds of nature around us, “Ready?” The martial artist took up her stance adjusting the weight of her weapons on her and pulls out my bow staff, “I'm ready when you are.”
Erin tapped her hands to cover them with red gloves, and conjured a mirror so she could look over her braided hair and red robe to make sure they are to her liking. “I will wear red like I myself have clothed you in for the sake of fairness. Would not be fair if I could blend into the greenery and you stick out like a zebra in an aquarium.” Claire did a little shadow boxing. “I appreciate that. Mind if I see that mirror next?” Erin giggled and motioned it towards her. It floated over at the command. “You better not punch me in the face.” Claire adjusted her hair and winked at herself in the mirror “I won’t if you don’t hit me there. Alright, I'm ready.”
Erin dispelled the mirror, “I’ll give us a count of three then go. Three, two, one, Go!”
Erin reached into her bag, pulled out a random mask, and put it on. She knew her masks as much as she knew herself from either obtaining them or crafting them. She felt the grooves of the random mask’s front and knew that its swirls indicated that it was the mask forged in tribute to a wind elemental that was then happily blessed. Oh, if she were to see her now. She hastily trusted out her hands to direct a forceful gust of wind at her opponent. Claire spun her staff fast, creating another gust of wind to counter act Erin’s. As soon as it's gone, she rushed forward fast and swung her staff at Erin’s gut. Erin swiftly directed a strong gust at the ground pushing off from the ground kicking up dust as she went. Her bag hovered with me never too far behind before returning to its holding pattern on her right within reach. It took a moment for her to get balanced on her boots, and placing her left hand on the tree trunk helped.
“Nice trick.” Claire dropped her staff and grabbed her bow and notched an arrow and she fired at the mask bag. The shot sent the steel arrow tip straight into the fabric embedding inside. Erin wanted to pull it out or knock it aside but she didn’t want to risk tearing her sack. It was then that the spell caster noticed that at the end of the arrow feathers rested a string that she pull on, the arrow fell out and ripped the bag causing the masks to fall out to the ground form the gaping hole.
Erin gasped and pointed her staff at the bag. She concentrated hard and tapped the sack using alternation magic to stitch up the hole. Who would have thought that learning fabric alteration magic would be so useful in a fight? However, despite her efforts, various colorful masks fell to the dirt. Fuming, Erin fired a bolt of magic from her cane tip at Claire in retaliation.
Claire tried to do a back hand spring to escape, but her different center of gravity caused her to stumble and land on her back. She rolled and grabbed her bow again and fired another arrow at Erin.
The spellcaster squealed and ducked to avoid the arrow losing her balance in the process. They fell out of the tree face first! Fortunately, she managed to summon a quick whirlwind with her mask out of blind panic that in addition to the grass softened the blow but barely. She still felt the ground when she hit. “Ugh...” She picked herself up onto one knee up to see where the martial artist was. Claire wasted no time. She dashed forward and launched a volley of punches, sending five fire balls flying at Erin. “And just for good measure!” She slammed her hands on the ground and spun her legs in a circle like a helicopter creating a cyclone of lightning that caused the air to spark and burn.
“Gah!” Erin knew she could not block the entire barrage that the fall gave Claire time to make. She got up and ran to the left to strafe her bag still following. She tactically retreated with all the grace of Jack Sparrow. It’s amazing how fast she could move in the robe when she needed to get somewhere! Claire watched her run and put her bow back. She grabbed her sword and lowered herself so that she did not present an easy target for a long range attack. Erin slowed down and only then did she trip twisting around so to not fall face first again. She landed on her left side grunting. She then sat up rubbing her aching side. Once she saw no immediate attacks incoming, she took a moment to catch her breath.
The mask maker took her mask off happy to have some fresh air to cool her face after being covered so long. The situation looked pretty dire. Erin knew needed to be close to neutralize that bow, but that shifted the duel decisively to Claire’s favor. She did not want to resort to changing Claire into something to win yet she may need to. She dug into the now lighter bag. She found a mask that made her smirk as she put it on. Magic enveloped her in blinding light and altered her form rapidly.
Claire saw a few masks that lay on the ground and she picked a few up, “These might come in handy later...if I can figure out how to use them.” She sheathed her sword; then pulled out her bow again. She notched an arrow, ready to attack.
Suddenly, a great roar echoed throughout the forest. Claire could see a shadow in the distance, and it shot into the air tearing through the trees until it reached the sky. The mighty dragon spread its wings and sailed through the air a jet of fire leaving its mouth as the last of the growing pains sorted themselves out. Fortunately, it was more of a clearing and only some of the trees leaves caught fire but they would not spread out into an inferno. The new red scaled, female dragon flapped her wings and rose into the air circling the forest in a glide skimming the tree tops searching for her target with a hawk’s eye.
Claire dove under the shade of some trees glancing up to see the dragon. She smirked enviously. “Oh...if only you'd dropped that. No matter.” She aimed the bow, following the beast’s movements for a moment so she could lead it, and fired. The arrow pierced the scales of the dragon’s wing creating sparks. The sparks ignited the cotton fibers in the arrow which caused the wing to light up in flames!
Erin the dragon roared as it fell spewing more fire out as it landed. Once it hit the ground, the dragon burst into flames and the spellcaster was left untouched in its familiar’s ashes. The mask fell off duller in color losing its magical sheen. She left it to recharge unhappy that went nowhere good and that it would take too long to recharge. She rose up using her cane for help. She felt a dull ache in her shoulder blade but otherwise happy the mask’s magic shielded her from more crippling harm. Her hat fell off into the ashes and embers, but it smoked so she had to grab it and pat the fire out with her glove.
Bad news was the bag was where she left it…. Too far away to run over to it though and she could not see her opponent. The burning treetops cast an eerie light over where a few masks around me lay from where the bag spilled out before. Fortunately, her masks are all magically fireproof as a precaution, but she still had to reach into the hot ashes and small brush fires to grab one. “This is not going well... turn this around...” She quickly pulled a blue mask out of the fire. The aquamarine visage and bubbly patterns made her smile, “Hehe, I could do something with this.”
She puts it on and goes into the tree so she does not become a pincushion. She took a deep breath, ironic considering what the mask did, and put it on. A surge of power filled her, and she could feel every flow around her. Rivers, streams, dewdrops, yes, she started to conduct them like they were music. This would be her final gambit. She also sensed blood flow, her own and behind her! She pivoted to see Claire stood katana drawn and crackling with lightning. The swordswoman’s eyes lit with determination to end the little game of tag. Claire came at the masked sorceress and swung her blade.
Erin stepped back clumsily to evade. She need to buy me time as she felt the mask’s power pull towards them. Things were going according to plan. She raised my cane, sparkling with magic, and thrusted it at Claire. The swordswoman easily blocked the strike and used her free hand to shove Erin back. She followed up with a roundhouse kick to knock the mask off but Erin stumbled back further than Claire anticipated so it barely missed thanks to her leg being shorter than she was used to as a guy.
Erin kept her cane in her hand with a deathgrip as she recovered. She glanced over Claire’s shoulder to see her plan come to fruition. Behind her was a large snake made entirely of water from the forest streams and moisture in the air by my mask’s magic. It put out fires in its wake as it slithered towards us. It opened its maw as it drew nearer to Claire and Erin scramble up trying to get out of the way.
Claire spin around just in time to see it before it strikes her. This time she used a back hand spring successfully and she landed next to Erin. She put her sword to her opponent’s throat and held her in front as a meat shield. “Call it off or it takes us both down.”
Erin saw the water snake in a new light as it circled around to strike again blind to the fact that it needed to get through her to attack its target. The crackling of the blade near her throat paralyzed her with fear and the thought of being hit with the water deluge then electrocuted from the sword made her stomach churn. She sighed knowing her gambit failed so she dispelled the snake causing it to split apart. She used her power to keep the water that flowed from inertia at them from getting anywhere near the sword.
She remembered her cane that she held onto so hard that it hurt. Claire must have forgot about it with the larger threat. The spellcaster then grinned ear to ear as she tapped the hostage taker on the leg with the tip of my cane that sparkled with alteration magic. The magic tore apart your jeans and shoes freeing your legs to merge together into a mermaid tail.
“Whoa! Whoa!” Claire shouted as she lost her hold on Erin and her balance. She fell over onto her side still holding onto her sword but it was much less useful now that she flopped like a fish out of water. Erin took a step away leaning onto her cane panting from physical weariness, spell casting, and the tension from the battle. She took off the water magic mask wiping off sweat from her brow as she took a few more steps back.
“Surrender?” Erin asked looking down at the frustrated warrior who lost her footing quite literally. Claire lowered her gaze in defeat. She still had her sheathe on her side and she put away her sword. “I surrender.”
Erin sat down near her friend happy to see the bright smile instead of the fiery resolution of a warrior relieved the duel was over and in disbelief that she won. “That... was a great duel. What do you think?” The mermaid laid on her side also catching her breath and she smiled, “Hahaha! That was intense. You were amazing!” “So were you!” Erin replied bursting with excitement, “That shot when I was a dragon was amazing! How did you do that!?” “The steel arrows had a soft cotton fiber underneath. If the steel ever touches armor and causes a spark to ignite, then the cotton becomes hot and will ignite into a flame. Since dragon wings are made of a thin skin membrane, it easily caught fire.” Claire looked at her fully formed tail, “But what about this!? This is skilled alteration magic.”
Erin brought water that used to be a part of the snake to her mermaided friend so she could stay wet and comfy. She sat down on the ground, “That is clever. Yeah, I have studied it for a long time. I am no master, but I like it enough to stay sharp in my use of it.” Claire sighed lowering her gaze. “If I'd known, I'd have been careful to avoid that...I was reckless. I'm not used to this magic duel thing yet...I've gotta work on it. I was so sure I'd beaten you too.”
Erin nodded. “Well, I have a bag of tricks, nice move busting it early I thought I would get beaten right then. But I hung on. You had me on the run the entire battle until the end.” Claire giggled and sat up wrapping her arms around her fish tail, “Well, when you told me that your weapons were your magical masks, my plan was to separate you from them... you held on to them though. I thought that if I could force you into close quarters, I'd win...but then I forgot that I'm not used to my reach as a girl.”
“Yeah the handicap really won it for me.” Erin agreed, “You really neutralized my mask advantage and also me trying to directly tap you with my magic cane until I had a chance to get you where you couldn't block me. Really I got lucky.” Claire placed her hand on Erin’s knee. “Well in the end, you were the one still standing, and I'm the one with the mermaid’s tail. All I need is some red hair and a clam bra, and I'm ready for my Disney movie.” She let out a merry laugh, “It was a very fun duel.”
Erin laughed with her happy to see that the idea worked out more or less. “Yes, thanks for participating. I would have made you look like Ariel but I was too tired to think about that specifically I was just thinking, ‘mermaid will keep him from dodging’.” Claire giggled, “Teehee! Ariel is my favorite Disney princess, so I don't mind. Go ahead and do it. It'll be good for a laugh.” Erin changed Claire’s remaining clothes into a purple clam bra and her hair red. “Hehe, there you go. You look good.” She reached her hand out for a handshake “Good game sir.” Claire, now looking like Ariel as interpreted by Quentin Tarantino with all her weapons still on her, reaches out and shakes it. “Wait...doesn't something happen now that you won?”
Erin let go of her hand, “Well, we said to the victor goes the choice of what to do with the defeated opponent. But, I'll pass for now because I like you like this for now and I forgot to set up a length of time that you had to be at my mercy. And. well I'm too tired to change you into anything else much less return you to normal.” “So, my punishment is that I have to be Ariel for a while?” Claire asked amused. Erin smiled and rubbed Clariel’s tail “Yup!”
“Hahaha!” Claire spoke jollily, “Well, alright that's fair. So what about you?” “Well, I just get a Win really. I'm so tired I can't even change myself back into a guy.” Erin managed before she lost herself in a giggling fit. “Hahaha! I could do it for you. I may not have a lot of skill in alteration, but I can use the pensword to change you back.” Claire reminded her. Erin laughed, “I bet. Wait a bit though I want to catch my breath” she thought for a moment more. Claire nodded and brushed her red hair out of her face.
Erin stood up stretching a bit a groaning from the sore spots. “Thanks again for dueling me! And I did establish that I knew alteration magic so that should silence the trolls who say that I pulled that out of my butt to win. If they think that was easy, they clearly don’t know control+alt magic.” Claire giggled at the joke, “Before you go, could I ask a favor of you?” “Anything Ariel.” Erin winked. “Well,” Claire spoke as she rubbed her tail, “could you take me to a lake or the ocean or something?” “Oh, okay.” Erin drew on her strength and levitated the mermaid with her cane. “Since you have conceded to me feel free to use your pensword to make an ocean.”
Claire drew her pensword and cut the air opening a rip that will take us to the beach. “This should work fine.” The spellcaster gently set her transformed friend down in the waves then sit down in the sand with her, “I thought of a joke. What does a fish call to help clean the house?” Claire was in blissful heaven as the warm surf washed over her. “I don’t know.” Erin cackled as she used her cane to give Claire a maid dress, “A merMAID!” The ariel looking mermaid rolled her eyes, “Cute.” “Oh!” Erin shouted snapping, “Should I call Hannah? She wanted to see you as Ariel.” Claire blushed but did not object.
Alt ending where cliff wins
“Whoa! Whoa!” Claire shouted as she lost her hold on Erin and her balance. She fell over onto her side still holding onto her sword but it was much less useful now that she flopped like a fish out of water. Erin took a step away leaning onto her cane panting from physical weariness, spell casting, and the tension from the battle. She took off the water magic mask wiping off sweat from her brow.
“Surrender?” Erin asked smirking and standing over the mermaid with a pinch of gloating at her friend who lay face first on the ground coming to grips with what happened. Claire did not speak at first and merely stared at her new fins. She still had her sheathe on her side and her sword in hand though it did not have electricity surge through it.
“I asked if you surrender?” Erin repeated with a bit more edge to it ready to claim victory. But suddenly, at the last moment, Claire grabbed the ground and swung her tail around, striking Erin across the legs and causing her to fall. Her shock helped her cane fall out of her hand finally disarming her completely save for her mask. Claire rolled onto her side and held her katana’s blade once more to Erin’s face. “I now ask you…do you surrender?” Claire spoke with steel in her words. Erin could only stare up at the blade near her face and sigh. “Yes… yes I give up you win. How? How’d you turn this whole thing around with such ease?”
“It’s because I’ve been fighting for a very long time.” Claire explained. Since Erin admitted defeat she sheathed her sword. “Now…my legs please?” Erin nodded and grabbed her cane again. She tapped Claire’s tail of her cane, restoring her legs. Next, Claire stood up now calling upon her pensword. “Now stand up.” Claire ordered. Erin stood, as told. “Well you won…so you get to decide what you do to me. Hahaha!” Erin laughed. Claire thought for a moment, “Hm… I have an idea. Trust me, okay?”
The victor waves her pensword, and Erin got a sinking feeling. She grew smaller and smaller; her body became weaker and pudgy. She felt her clothes change into a super thick padded diaper and her mental control weaken like a switch flipped off. She also felt her ears turn into grey furred cat ears and your butt sprouts a matching cat tail. She also grew little whiskers and her hands then looked like little paws, as did your feet. Erin fell onto her padded bottom “Gabaganya!?~” She looked at her paw hands and her catty ears twitch. I tear up because everything as so big and scary! “Nyanyanya!” she sobbed mewing like a cat. Claire picked up her freshly babified and nekofied friend. She used the pensword to change the scenery again back to the house.
Erin pouted at those words, Claire saw the storm clouds of a good tantrum building and used her pensword to pop a cat treat into her friend’s hands. Erin’s eyes lit up at the fish shaped treat and she stuffed it into her mouth sucking on it happily. Claire smiled and cradled her friend gently, “That was a good duel, you fought well all things considered. The mermaid thing was a caveat but my tactics held true. I separated you from your bag and then from your cane. You didn’t make it easy though. You made some good moves. We should do that again sometime. I’ll change you back in a bit since we didn’t establish how long you would be at my mercy. For now, let’s have some fun like this.”