--- ^^ New Sam ^^ ---

--- Sam --- (two weeks later)

I hummed, reaching across my bed, and opened my eyes, shocked when I grabbed a handful of someone's very soft ass.

Abigail giggled and smacked my hand gently, and I pulled back, blushing. She laughed. "Good morning, little one." She said. "Your hair is turning." She commented, after a moment of looking at me.

I blinked and jumped up, then growled when I saw myself in the mirror. My body had returned to my natural body, overnight.

I'd gotten taller, and thicker in all of the right places. I growled again, and tried to focus, to shift back, but I couldn't focus. I kept feeling that amazing feeling of that cat between my legs...

I gasped and my knees folded as my womanhood twitched. Abigail gently picked me up. Just then, the door opened, and someone walked in.

The room filled with that amazing smell, and I flinched, curling into Abigail's chest, and she growled. "What do you think you're doing in here?" She snarled at the woman as I hid in her chest.

"I-I'm sorry, I was told to come up here-"

"Aaaah. JAAAAAMES!" Abigail roared, and I heard James start to sprint out the door, only to slam into what I supposed was Arthur, who dragged him outside and most likely throttled him.

"I'm sorry, I'll go-"

"No... Stay. Come here." I said, slowly standing up. I hid behind Abigail, but looked at the woman.

She slowly walked towards us, and stopped a step away. "I'm sorry, about my actions the other week... I know I can't reverse what happened, it jut shocked me, I wasn't prepared to meet my mate so... Suddenly. I thought I'd be meeting an elderly woman, not a beautiful girl... I'm just trying to say it will never happen again, I swear." She scuffed her heel against the wood floor slowly.

"If it does, you will die in an extremely painful fashion." Abigail growled. I hugged her, and laid my chin on her shoulder, going on my tippy toes to do so.

"I'm fully aware. Uhm... Why are you hiding?" She asked.

I wasn't wearing anything except my shift, I noticed, and blushed. "Well, I just got out of bed... And... It's the morning..." I blushed even more.

Abigail laughed. "Yes, I know, your waist is firmly pressed to my ass." She said sexily, teasing me. I yelped and moved, darting to my closet as she snickered.

I felt the eyes of the cat on me the whole way, and I quickly pulled on some lacy panties, then pulled off my shift, replacing it with a bra that would hold my massive bust, then some jeans, and reached for a plaid button up. I started buttoning up my shirt, and looked back at the ladies.

Both watched me, smiling; one with love, and the other with what might become it someday, which made me snap my gaze forward, blushing. Then I look down, an growled. I was still massively aroused, and so my member wasn't disappearing.

I decided to just ignore it, and pushed it down my thigh, (which was a chore and a half, and hurt like hell, also,) then turned to see one drooling woman and another amused one. I blushed. "Shaddup." I mumbled and walked down the stairs.

The cat walked behind me slowly, noticeably careful not to touch me. I stopped suddenly, at the ground floor, and she scrambled to a stop.

I smiled, and grabbed her hand, deciding to take the lead here. Abigail stiffened, but I ignored her, powering through my small shocks of fear, and they were replaced with literal shocks.

The cat yanked her hand back, her eyes dilating, and I smiled. "Aah, you're trying to control yourself. Is there any way for me to make that easier?"

"No physical contact would be a start... And covering your cleavage... And a giant woolen blanket-"

"Got it. And it's not happening." I stripped my plaid shirt, and tossed it to Abigail, who was watching the cat with higher alertness.

She flinched. "What are you doing?" She asked softly, leaning back and bumping into abigail.

"I want to know how long you can last. I'm testing your control. If you're going to be mine, and I'm going to be yours, you're going to have to have perfect control." I shrugged, my bust bouncing slightly, now only held by a lace bra.

Suddenly I heard several meaty thwacks, and looked over. Arthur was smacking James's head, covering his eyes.

I covered my chest, and Arthur dragged James out. I sighed. "Abby, can you turn the sign to 'closed' and Lock the doors? We're closed today. And cat, you never told me your name."

Abby slowly walked away, and the cat smiled. "Freya. I'm Freya. And you're Sam, right?" She asked.

"Samantha Marie Bolden, but I go by Sam, yes." I nodded.

"Freya Daniel Gaul. Pleased to meet you while I'm... Sober." She smiled.

I laughed gently. "Nice to meet you in my real form. I was shifted, yesterday. I felt like being a little less... Busty." I held a hand on my chest, stopping the shaking.

She blinked slowly. "I didn't know Witches could Shape-Shift." She hummed.

"Nothing crazy, of course. Small things, like chest size, or hair length, or even sometimes I can make myself shorter." I smiled and walked into my living room, which was behind an illusion door. I pulled the cat through by her sleeve, and Abigail walked in soon enough, sitting in a love seat.

I looked at her. "Make sure this doesn't go too far, okay?" I asked her.

She nodded.

I looked at Freya. "I'm going to strip now. Do you think you can control yourself?"

She gulped. "I... Don't know. This is all new for me, you know? It's not like I have any practice in not ravaging my mate... I'll do my best..."

I smiled and turned away, and slowly shimmied my pants down, and then laid on the couch, looking back over my shoulder.

She was trembling, and I could see every thick inch of her excitement, no longer dangling.

I smiled and rolled over, spreading my legs. "Come here." I said.

She shook her head. "Not a good idea. Please close your legs."

I nodded. "Alright, I understand." I closed my legs and threw a blanket over my waist. "Now come here, and cuddle with me." I held out my hands, making grabby motions, while grinning at her.

She slowly walked forward, and sat gingerly on the edge of the couch.

I pulled her towards me, and laid her down, then laid on her. "Calm down, I'm not going to screw you, we're laying here. Simple." I cuddled down, and turned on my TV, turning on a random movie.

Abigail slowly strode over, and then laid down with us, humming in satisfaction. "You're rather cuddly, Cat." She mumbled.

Freya looked extremely uncomfortable, but her throbbing member told me I was close to pushing her over the edge.

I smiled at her. "Well done, Kitten. Do you want me to get dressed, or are you getting used to it?" I asked.

"Get... Dressed... Please..." She was sweating now.

I smiled and nodded, standing and pulling on my pants, then laying back down. Abigail stood. "Alright, well, I have to get to work, bitches won't whip themselves. Bye!" She started walking out.

I was wrapped around her before she reached the door, shaking. "Don't leave..." I breathed, ashamed of my dependence on her for my apparent courage.

She sighed. "Alright, doll. Oi, cat, come on, we're leaving."

Freya stood, and walked over, then smiled at me sadly. "I was happy that you weren't scared of me... I'm sorry I was wrong." She said gently.

"I'm sorry, I know you mean me no harm... But..." I shuddered.

Abigail kissed my hair. "It's natural, don't apologize. You've every right."

Freya smiled again. "Yes... I hope that changes, someday soon. Bye." She started to leave.

I snagged her hand, and pulled her back, and quickly pecked her cheek, before sprinting up the stairs.

I watched from around the corner as Abigail pulled the cat out, her arm over her shoulder and saying something I couldn't hear.

--- two weeks later ---

I ground my chopped herbs, just like every other day, then heard my door jingle, and smelled James.

I sighed, but kept going. He sat at the counter, and I ignored him, grinding more Sage and Jasmine.

He chuckled. "So, I heard you rejected your mate? Kinda stupid, isn't it, rejecting the only person who would want to mate with a witch?"

"No, I didn't." I said, and smelled something different, which confused me. I wasn't crushing turmeric...

Then I heard a crash and a Yelp, and turned to find Freya leaning against my counter, innocently smiling at me.

My heart sped up a bit in shock, and I calmed myself, but not before her smile fell a little, and she grinned forcefully. "How's the grinding going? Need an extra hand?"

"Do you know anything about potions?" I asked.

"I'm willing to learn." She shrugged.

"Where's James?" I asked suddenly, and she smirked.

"Somewhere his smart mouth is more appreciated." She shrugged.

I heard a muffled yelling, suddenly, and raised an eyebrow. "Where?" I asked.

"I might be sitting on him." She grinned guiltily.

"Get your sexy ass off the moron before you catch his stupidness." I sighed.

"Is that even a word?" She asked, hopping over the bar, and leaning against it as I unfroze.

James gasped for air, clutching the counter for support, and I smirked. "That's actually amusing... Anyway, herbs. I'm grinding Sage and Jasmine for a simple burn medicine. You can grind Jasmine?" I asked.

She nodded, and started clumsily grinding the sprigs of jasmine, and I grinned, chuckling. "Oh wow. Okay, stop, stop. No. You push, twist, and lean." I said, demonstrating, and she nodded, starting over. I watched, and nodded. "Better... We might make a grinder of you yet."

"Why not use a blender? Is it important to use the mortar?" She asked innocently, still grinding.

"Yes. If you use a metal blade, you're adding metal into the mix, which can throw off a delicate potion." I explained.

She nodded. "I see... That makes sense."

"Okay, these are done, step back, please, you can't help with this part." I said.

She stepped back, sitting on the counter. I breathed deeply, and then closed my eyes, pouring the bowls of herbs into the rest of the mix, then slowly made pure, physical magic, dripping it into the bowl like honey.

I reached under my counter, and pulled out a small mouse from the cage, and snapped his neck, pouring his life-force into my bowl.

It started blazing, so I dropped the mouse into the fire, and I opened my eyes, filling the room with a baleful blue light, then froze the fire where it was, along with the smoke.

The frozen smoke liquified, and I pushed it into a small bottle, the size of my thumb. I stuck a cork in it, and then dipped the corked top in a small dish of liquid wax, trimming it to seal it closed.

I set it in a small rack, and poured eleven more bottles and corking and sealing them, before gathering the refuse and dropping it into a small vat of wax, and shaping a set of candles, that, when burned, smelled like Sage and Jasmine, a beautiful smell. I wasted nothing in my magic.

I looked up, and flinched. Freya was watching me again, as she always was, confused now.

"What's wrong?" I asked, after my heart leveled out.

"I didn't know you really killed things for magic." She said simply, shrugging.

"Yes. I am a Black Witch. I use death to power my stronger magics. It's more powerful that way. Makes better medicine." I shrugged back, and then tossed the towel I was drying my hands on onto the counter, grabbing the rack of potions and walking around the bar, then setting them on the shelf of other burn solutions.

I returned to the counter, and my candles were gone.

"What the fuck!? Oh no fucking way is my shop haunted. I will rip a ghost's ass six ways from-"

"Uhm... Sorry?" Freya said slowly, and I whipped around.

She was placing the candles next to the others.

I darted over and pulled her away, setting the candles down, and then punching her shoulder. "Didn't your mama teach you not to touch a witches things!?! Look at your hands, numbskull!" I growled.

She looked down, and gasped. Her hands were turning black, as the curses on my shelves tried to kill her.

I waved a hand over them, and they turned gray, and then back to her olive mocha. I smacked her shoulder again. "Never touch the shelves. Ever. They're cursed to kill thieves in extremely painful ways." I said sternly.

She grinned sheepishly. "Sorry... I was just trying to help..."

"And you're adorable, but don't ever do that again, please. If I hadn't done what I did, your body would've turned into pure shadows, and you'd've been turned into a Shade." I sighed, slouching against my bar.

She hummed. "I'll pretend I know how severe that is." She shrugged.

"A shade is a slave, made of shadows, with no will or body or even mind. Your soul becomes my bitch, basically, while your body dies. Not fun for you. A little fun for me." I smirked, chuckling.

She laughed. "Cruel little witch." She shook her head dejectedly, and wrapped hands around my hips.

I smiled and leaned close, kissing her collarbone, the highest I could reach. "Silly Pussy." I giggled.