Hello all, as promised, here I am with another chapter of 'White Witches off Wantt.' As you'll see with this one, I'm going for strange, but not necessarily 'dark' per se, but I guess your mileage may vary on that front. More importantly, I regret to say that I need to walk my statement back from a few updates ago – I solicited requests which, at the time I thought I'd be able to keep up with, but upon considering my schedule, I barely have time ffor my own ideas at present, so regrettably, I'm going to have to decline story requests for the time being unless they pertain to one off my active fics, and even theen, I make no guaruntees. I'm sorry if this disappoints anyone – I shouldn't have ggotten anyone's hopes up like that – but I just don't have the hours in the day…

That said, I hope you can still enjoy this chapter here, and look forward to the next 'Playtime with Snow White,' where I can promise that those of you waiting so patiently for White Rose will get your payoff. After that, I'll be taking it back to my 'roots' as it were, for a Raven chapter of Slithering Darkness. For now though, do kindly enjoy~

"Hello…?" Yang Xiao Long, a milkmaid from a nearby village, found herself on the doorstep of the forbidden castle tucked away in thehills north of town having no other choice. She didn't really put much stock in the rumors that this castle was inhabited by witches, but she was desperate, and it couldn't hurt to have a knock, right? The farm she and her sister lived off of was having a rather poor harvest this year, and if she couldn't do something, then she didn't want to think about what would happen come winter…

"Maybe a 'magic spell' is just what we need…' Yang muttered, rolling her eyes as she swung the door-knocker.

There was a long stretch of nothing – long enough for Yang to seriously consider turning around and heading home – but then the hinges began to groan, and the huge castle doors began to swing inward of their own accord. A balmy breeze flowed over the blonde milkmaid, stopping her in her step away with an inviting caress, beckoning her to enter. Yang raised an eyebrow, but after a moment's pause, she shrugged, stepping inside, "Beats bein' out here…"That much decided upon,Yang tentatively moved into the main foyer, which stood curiously devoid of anyone who might have invited her to enter. Considerably more unnerving though was the way that the doors slammed shut behind her, also without apparent assistance from any human person, "T-The hell…? EEEEP!" Yang jumped as dozens of lanterns suddenly smoldered to life, "O-Okay… Haunted castle… maybe magic witches aren't such a silly ru-,"

"Well of course not!" A slightly built, fair-skinned girl with an unamused expression seemed to appear in front of Yang from nowhere, "Now what do you want? I was busy…"

"Huh."

"Contrary to what you peasants may believe, Witches don't simply sit in towers being menacing all day," Weiss rolls her eyes, "Now, what do you want? I was in the middle of studying!"

"Well, uh…" Yang paused, unsure whether to be dumbfounded or incensed, what the hell… worth a shot… "I was hoping maybe you could cast a spell for me…?"

The young white witch blinked, "You what? Really!?" Her expression instantly brightened and she was in front of Yang immediately - whether by magic or fleetness of foot, Yang couldn't be sure what with just how fast she moved – taking her hands and practically bouncing up and down in excitement, "This is simply fantastic! I could certainly use the practice…"

It was Yang's turn to blink in surprise, Well that was… easy… And she's cute too…

"So what kind of spell was it you wanted!?" Weiss pressed enthusiastically, snapping her fingers to conjure a half-dozen large, levitating tomes covered in incomprehensible script, "I'm still learning, but I'm sure I can figure it out, whatever it is…" She looks over one book, then the next, seeming to forget that she was actually talking to a person who was physically present as she skimmed the various grimoires, "Did you want to commune with the spirits of the departed? Or perhaps become invisible? Pet Golem? Maybe just never getting rained on…?"

"Umm… as nice as that last one sounds… I was just kinda hoping you could help my farm…"

"Oh…" The witch deflated slightly, dismissing most of the books, "Maga Organoma it is then…"

"Ma-What?"

"The book," Weiss pointed to the volume suspended in front of her with a disappointed sigh, "The very power of the cosmos available and you want to fertilize a farm…"

"Well, not starving would be nice…" Yang grumbles…

Weiss glanced up from the text to Yang, finally taking the time to actually register what her guest looked like. She's almost as pretty as Winter… Weiss thought, before catching herself and blushing, shaking her head furiously, W-What am I THINKING!? She's just an excuse to practice… maybe I can use this as an excuse to try one of those more advanced spells Winter won't let me touch… though that might take some doing… Farms are so mundane…

"So… can you do it…?"

Weiss's thoughts snapped back to the here and now at the slightly impatient question, and she responded without thinking, "O-Of course I can!" She huffed, "don't question my magic!"

"Well then…" Yang shrugged, spreading her hands impatiently, "Whenever you're ready…?"

Insolent cow… Weiss frowned, Here I am about to do this complete STRANGER a favor, and she's such an ingrate! Nonetheless, she flipped through the pages, Maybe I should make her strip as payment… I'd love to get a closer look, She cleared her throat, trying to suppress her devious smirk, "Very well then… but first, you have to do something for me…"

"Sure, I guess; fair's fair I- Wait! What the HELL?" Yang recoiled, scrambling to cover herself when she abruptly noticed that her clothes were all suddenly missing, "Where the fuck are my clothes!?"

"I said you had to do me a favor…" Weiss smirks, leaning in to appreciate the voluptuous view, "And I want to touch…"

"T-Touch!? I'm a milk maid! Not the village whore!" Yang gapes, struggling to cover both her impressive bust and her sex from view, "Y-you pervert!"

"Is that how you talk to someone you want to save your farm?" Weiss retorted snapping her fingers to wrench Yang's hands away from their efforts of modesty, putting her sumptuous body on full display as the young witch licks her lips, gently poking Yang's right breast, "So soft…"

"Don't touch me there- er… At all!" Yang snaps, blushing furiously.

"Oh come now, don't be such a prude," Weiss huffed, turning around and folding her arms over her chest, offended, "I read you milkmaid types were supposed to love this sort of thing…"

"Where the hell did you read THAT?!"

"They're called books," Weiss snorted in derision, conjuring a volume entitled 'Yes, M'Lord,' "And my Dear Sister's books are plainly more to be trusted than an ungratefully prude peasant like yourself!"

Yang blinked, "You don't… get out much… do you-?"

"S-shut up!" Weiss waved a hand and the book disappeared again as she leaned in so that her nose practically brushed Yang's – never mind the fact that she was standing on her tip-toes, "Now then, do you want my help or not…?"

Yang swallowed thickly, feeling goosebumps run across her bare skin, her exposed nipples hardening under the witch's leering gaze. She shivered as Weiss touched her again, running her fingertips down from her cheek to her breast, down her stomach, and between her legs… Her flesh buzzed with a supernatural tingle wherever the white sorceress' fingers went, in mere moments she was dripping onto the floor, arousal coating her thighs. F-Fuck… Why am I… so hot…? The witch… she's trying to seduce me… Yang whimpered in pleasure, rubbing her thighs together, And it's working…

"Come now…" Weiss entreated, batting her eyelashes for effect and slipping her robe down to expose a shoulder and the top of one small, pert breast, "Would it really be so bad to play with me for a night if it meant your family never had to go hungry again…?"

Yang let out a shaky breath, hanging her head in defeat, "N-No..."

"Good…" Weiss snapped her fingers again, releasing Yang before sauntering away, beckoning Yang to follow with a single finger.

Shaky and wanting, but knowing better by now than to try anything foolish, Yang rose from the floor and followed her 'hostess' as she sashayed deeper into the castle. She couldn't deny she wanted that ass as she watched the witch's hips sway back and forth ahead of her, but there was more than a little element of performance anxiety at play too. How am I supposed to 'please' a witch!? I bet she's had all sorts of 'magical' things down there… Yang blushed beet red at the thought, I've never even… She shook her head, N-not the time to think about that!

"Ehem…" Weiss cleared her throat, trying to reclaim the Milk-maid's attention – the blonde seeming not to have her passions set on the here and now – as she crossed and recrossed her legs, letting her robe slip apart to show her bare thighs as she sat against the edge of an empty banquet table in the great hall, "I'm waiting…"

"Wait, here?" the Blonde glanced around frantically at the rather inappropriate setting, "D-Don't you have a bedroom or something?!"

"Tables are kinkier~ Or would you prefer a stable? We have one~"

"N-No! Table's good…" Yang stammered, practically salivating at the view past the apprentice sorceress's dramatically loosened robe, "So, um… How do you… want to … you know…?"

Weiss spreads her legs, rolling her eyes impatiently, "You want your fields to be fertile? Then plow mine first…"

"Right…" Yang tentatively reaches between the witch's legs, before pausing, "But how do I know you'll – that you even can keep up your end…?"

Weiss growled impatiently, snapping her fingers to summon Maga Organoma again, splayed open on the table to a page filled with seemingly incomprehensible script, "It's right here between the Dragonology and human sexu…" She grinned, hatching a plan as her fingers ran over a specific line of text, "I have a better idea…"

"You what now-? N-Ng! Fuck that feels weird!" Yang doubled over, hands clutching at the juncture of her legs as magic sparked between the book and her skin.

Weiss grinned as she watched the Blonde's clit extend into a long, thick shaft, "Much better… This will be much more fun now…"

Yang could only stare at the twitching, erect shaft that had grown from her clit, "H-Holy shi-," Sh staggered, her body suddenly flushed with heat, "I feel… weird…"

The witch wrapped her legs around the buxom milkmaids waist and pulled her close, "And how do you feel now?"

"H-Hot…"

"I bet I'm hotter…" Weiss whispers sultrily rubbing her folds to the head of the blonde's new cock, "Put it inside me, milkmaid, and I'll solve all your problems…"

Yang's breathing was heavy, her vision was blurry, but she could see her hostess in crystal clear relief – her wanting face, soft, pert breasts, and her quivering pussy… Her new member was so hard that it throbbed in painful want, and seeing the way that the smug little sorceress licked her lips sealed the deal. Her mind was made up… She growled in lust, and suddenly plunged her shaft into the ivory sorceress's drenched pussy.

Weiss gasped in pleasure as the pulsating heat entered her, spreading her in a manner more tangible than the penetrating magic that she'd experienced with Winter. It was different, and she needed more… The instant she was filled, her libido smoldered to life, and her hips bucked, walls pulsing and clenching around the shaft as she milked her new toy for all she was worth. "M-Mmmm… Oh… oh fuck…" Weiss moaned, walls pulsing around the shaft as her hands fall back against the table, "S-So good!"

The witch's body undulated on the table as Yang plowed her, her back arcing a little here and spasming there, her whole supple form writhing for Yang's pleasure. The blonde's breathing grew faster and heavier with each passing thrust, her own breasts bouncing and jiggling with each drive as she felt her control slowly slipping away. She felt a tingling in the head of the phallus that had sprouted from her clit by the witch's magic, slowly and steadily working its way down the shaft, and all she could think of was getting that wonderful sensation all the way, and so she kept on thrusting faster, the witch's walls clenching around her shaft only made it easier.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" Weiss screamed, back arching dramatically as she came, making her toy groan, straining to force her shaft back in to fill the witch with the gush of her seed, "S-So warm…" Weiss gasped, falling limp in ecstasy, releasing herself from any semblance of control… Unfortunately, this proved unwise for an apprentice witch with a Grimoire to hand…

Stray magic sparked from Weiss's trembling fingers to the opened text of Maga Organoma, causing the text of the pages to glow. A moment later, a ring of shimmering purple runes appeared around the tome, and from the magic array emerged the nebulous visage of a wyvern, luminescent in an array of impossible colors as it launched itself from the pages and dove with a howling roar into Yang's chest, disappearing into her skin.

"F-Fuck! What the-!?" Yang doubled over, grunting in nauseated discomfort.

Weiss's eyes went wide, and she scrambled to shut the book and snapped her fingers to send it back to the library, but the damage was done, and she was still pinned to the table, the Blondie's plus one still hilted inside her, "Milkmaid… I want you t-, " She grimaced as Yang's sudden fit of trembling caused her cock to vibrate slightly against the witch's walls, "I want you to pull out of me now… I'll cast that spell for y- OOOOOH!"

Suddenly, Yang snarled, eyes glowing bright red, and she slammed her hips forward to pound the witch's pussy afresh. Weiss yelped in surprise, discomfort, and eventually pleasure as the fucking – one couldn't even pretend there was anything more to it at that point – resumed with greater vigor than before, quickly wiping the now-submissive enchantress's mind of the consequences of her carelessness.

As the near-violence of her sexual domination reduced Weiss's mind to putty, it only emboldened the greedy spirit that had possessed Yang. She began to salivate over the witch's nubile young body, and her teeth began to grow and sharpen along with her fingernails, and amidst her mane of golden hair a pair of horns began to sprout, angled back. Yang's domineering growl slowly became a deep, rumbling snarl, and from her shoulders began to sprout a pair of scaled, leathery wings. A tail began to grow from the base of the blonde's spine and her body began to rapidly grow. Joints reversed themselves and bones cracked and crunched as her limbs and neck lengthened, her face altering to a more reptilian visage, and all the while, the witch was oblivious in her pleasure… until the shaft buried in her throbbing pussy began to expand, quite rapidly…

Weiss's eyes snapped open as the cock inside her rapidly doubled in size, and kept right on growing, "W-wha-AAHHH!" Her head slammed against the table as Yang's cock reached three inches thick at the base, and she only caught the briefest glimpse of the dragon that her toy was swiftly transforming into, "OH FUCK! WINTER! HELP!"

The reluctant-lover turned beastly dragon now bearing down on the witch threw her head back and –roared in savage delight as her transformation was complete. She was nearly thirty feet long from nose to tail, with a wingspan even longer still, but of greatest consequence to her victim was a massive cock – twelve inches long and four thick at the base – and all of it was stretching the witch's sex to the breaking point even as her walls struggled to contract, pulsing and milking the huge dragon cock. She pounded Weiss over and over, reducing the witch to a moaning puddle until finally, with a thunderous roar, the dragon's seed erupted from her shaft, gushing into the witch's body, the pressure causing it to force its way all the way into her womb as she screamed.

It was at that moment that the doors of the hall slammed open, a decidedly furious Winter standing in the threshold, arms still spread from throwing the entryway open, "What is the meaning of this!?" Yang's head turned to Winter with a snarl, human consciousness suppressed by the beastial lust that commanded her actions – Until Winter snapped her fingers, and suddenly the blonde-turned dragon's mind was clear again, even if her body remained altered – and she rapidly began shrinking.

'Wait… what? What happened? Who- and why as she so-,' Yang's dwindling dragon form shuddered as her diminishing size withdrew her cock from Weiss's folds, and the penny dropped, 'Oh no…'

"Insolent Beast…" Winter growled, an orb of crackling lightning forming in her palm, "How dare a beast like you defile my precious sister!"

'W-wait! I didn't mean to-EEEP!' the now-diminutive dragon dove and swerved to avoid the bolts of lightning hurled from the elder witch's hand, and then flew a loop to evade a blue-hot fireball, '…hurt… her….'

Winter, however, would not be persuaded – even hearing Yang's mental objections by her magic – she was simply far too angry… "Hold still you wretched swine!"

'I'm a milk maid…' Yang whimpered the effects of the magic cast upon herself broadcasting her thoughts.

"I don't care what you are…" Winter growled, conjuring a black glyph spanning half the floor beneath Yang, suddenly dragging her down and pinning her to the ground. The tiny little dragon – milkmaid squeaked, unable to move as the elder witch slowly walked over to her, casting a glance over to her young sister's slumped and whimpering form and the slow stream of cum leaking from her sex with an expression somewhere between fury and desire… Reaching Yang, Winter crouched in front of the tiny little lizard with a malevolent smirk as the glyph faded out, "Now then… what am I to do with you…?"

Yang gulped, looking up at the towering witch.

"I'll have to punish you most severely…"

'Oh fuck this…' Yang whimpered, before frantically scurrying under the tall witch's robes to escape.

"Little wretch!" Winter reached down to grab at Yang, ,missing by millimeters.

Yang skittered aside and flapped her wings just enough to avoid capture, , finding herself under the witch, frantically searching for a more permanent escape. She didn't get much time to think though as the witch's hand reached down again, and Yang had to clamber up the witch's leg to escape. Winter cursed loudly as Yang's claws nicked her thigh, and she grabbed again, almost seizing the little dragon's tail now…

'Only one way out…' She swallowed, 'in…'

As Winter fumbled with the folds of her robes, Yang made up her mind and went ahead with her ill-advised plan, seeing no other solution. She scrambled up Winter's inner thigh, folded her wings to her back, took a deep breath, and poked her head into the livid Witch's folds. Winter yelped in distress as Yang pressed forward, , shoulders, forelegs… Winter just recovered her wits enough to try for another grab as Yang's tail was disappearing into her pussy, and by then it was too late. She dropped to her knees, trembling as Yang's clawed feet, head, tail, and wings squirmed against her walls, wriggling inside her and hitting all of her most pleasurable spots, sending wave after wave of pleasure over her despite her rage, mingled with pinpricks of pain inside her, and she toppled forward, holding herself up by one hand. Yang curled up inside the witch as deeply as she can get meanwhile, her shivering in fear only making still more pleasure rippling through her.

Winter gritted her teeth, "You are meat you little BEA- O-OHH SHIT!"

'Not coming out!' Yang whimpers from inside her.

"Then I'll remove you…" Winter growled, reaching down to her own entrance and inserting three fingers, fighting back a moan, "You cannot begin to imagine what I'm going to do to you…."

Yang squirms up a little more away from Winter's entrance, 'I didn't mean to…'

Winter shook with pleasure and rage as she slipped her pinky and finally thumb inside herself, "E-Enough… o-OH FUCK! Enough of your lies!"

'Don't hurt me…'

Winter grunts, pushing her hand wrist-deep now, and finally grabbing Yang's tail, "Got you…." She snarled.

'Uh-oh…'

Winter's grip around Yang tightened before she took a breath, and after a moment's pause, Winter half-moaned, half screamed as she yanked Yang out of her pussy, "Y-You're… Mine…"

Yang shivered and squirmed, but couldn't free herself, so she slumped, Goodbye cruel world…'

"W-Winter…?" Weiss's eyes flutter open as Winter raised the shrunken dragon to meet her glare, "W-What happened…" The younger sorceress whimpered as she tried to sit up and a stream of cum pours from her sex, "G-God I'm sore…"

"This little beast raped you…" Winter growled, squeezing Yang tightly.

Weiss's eyes moved to the little squirming dragon, "W-wait… Rape? She didn't rape me-,"

'Thank you!' Yang's tiny reptilian head perks up.

""But I saw-,"

"I…" Weiss's face flushed red, "Asked her… to… in exchange for a spell… and I may have… misused a Grimoire…" Weiss looks at the ground, "S-Sorry…"

Winter's eyebrow twitches, "I see…" She turned her gaze back to Yang, "Weiss… Go to your chambers… the two of us will… discuss your behavior later…"

Weiss gulped, and obeyed, shakily walking away with a pout.

Winter's gaze shifted back to Yang, "And you…"

'Me…?'

"You are going to make this fiasco up to me…"

'Oh no…' Yang swallowed, suddenly fearful of what an entirely different Winter had in store…