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The Witching Hour	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: +M to R > Rosario Vampire Views: 14117 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: The characters and plot of Rosario+Vampire belong to Ikeda Akihisa. I make no money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 2: The Witching Hour
Thursday evening came far too slowly for Yukari. The underaged witch barely kept her excitement in check. Even better, her upcoming date on Friday night with Tsukune provided the perfect cover for her excitement. Of course, much to the other girls’ dismay, that date night provided plenty of excitement on its own.
Carrying a small satchel on her arm, Yukari entered the dimly-lit library. She headed for the brightest lamp, her eyes sweeping the area for Ruby. Finally, she spotted the older witch in an area that she had seemingly cleared of chairs and tables, setting out a strange assortment of items.
Noticing the younger witch’s approach, Ruby looked up and smiled. “It’s a long story,” she began, “but I found a spell and gathered most of the components.”
Yukari set her satchel down. “With both of us casting, I just know it’ll work!” she cried, bouncing up and down excitedly.
“What’s in the satchel?”
“My grown-up clothes,” Yukari explained. “I don’t want to have to run back to my room in my undersized kid clothes. It was embarrassing enough the first time.”
“Good planning,” Ruby complimented her. She began pointing to the different ingredients laid out. “You should recognize the more basic ones –“
“Sure!” interrupted the younger witch. “Salt, aromatic spices, newt eyes, bat guano…”
The older witch nodded proudly. “Good. They’re pretty much standard, after all. That jar, though,” she continued, pointing to an open jar of sickly-yellow fluid, “you wouldn’t, not by sight anyway.”
Yukari wrinkled her nose at the acrid stench she now caught from the jar. She wondered what it could be. A thought occurred, which she voiced: “Is it the stuff the nurse injected me with?”
Ruby blinked in surprise. “Sometimes it’s really obvious why they skipped you two grades, Yukari,” she said.
The younger girl preened. “It was the only thing that made sense,” she replied.
The older witch cupped her own cheek, a habit she had taken up when she was hired. “True – its purpose is to facilitate and reinforce the spell’s effect.”
“Which is what, exactly?”
Ruby giggled, “Oh, right! It will transform you into your sixteen-year old self, mind and body, the one you had on Measuring Day.”
Yukari peered at the jar filled with the nurse’s noxious concoction. “How’d you get this stuff?” she asked, worried that using the addictive substance might adversely affect the spell. She also wasn’t sure she really wanted to know the answer.
“It’s a long story,” Ruby answered with a mysterious smirk.
Yukari chose to let that one go. “And how’d you find this spell? Where’d you find it?”
“I looked in the Faculty Archives, where things not meant for students are kept,” the older girl replied. “Not much happened this week, so I had plenty of time to research.”
Yukari nodded, not sure she wanted to know what other dark secrets hid in the Faculty Archives. “Let’s get started. I can’t wait to be back to my older, sexier self!”
Ruby nodded and stood. The older witch guided the younger in distributing the various components: a salt circle around Yukari and the jar of the nurse’s vile cocktail; a line of chalk dust leading from Yukari to the cocktail; two empty circles of bat guano, one on either side of the jar. “What goes into those empty circles?” asked Yukari.
Ruby opened her spellbook; stashed between one of the covers and the adjacent page was an ancient-looking vellum parchment, covered in hand-inked characters. “According to this, the one on the left should contain an item representing your past; the one on the right, an item representing your future.”
Yukari groaned, “I didn’t know I was supposed to bring stuff! Do we absolutely need them?”
Ruby’s brow knit together in thought as she scanned the scroll. “We do,” she finally answered, “especially to avoid the spell being undone by something silly and inconvenient – like, say, kissing your one true love.”
Yukari giggled, “But I have two!”
Ruby looked at her young friend in confusion. “Tsukune and… a mystery man I don’t know?” For a brief, uncomfortable moment, Ruby thought Yukari might mean Ginei Morioka (“Gin” for short), a third-year student who was nominally the Newspaper Club president and their chief photographer when he felt like it. He was also a notorious peeping Tom; he had an extensive collection of photos of girls exercising in PE class, girls changing in the locker rooms, and plain old-fashioned upskirts.
Ruby, an exhibitionist, had introduced herself to him as soon as the rumors about him reached her ears. After one particularly steamy session, during which she modeled a swimsuit that some might consider a glorified piece of string, Gin had invited her back to his room to help develop the photos. Despite the fact that visiting a male student’s room broke several faculty/staff rules, she wanted to see some of his illicit collection; she proceeded to break several more rules by “engaging in inappropriate sexual conduct with a student,” as the handbook would put it. Her first time had been so good that she’d gone and broken that particular rule with Gin several more times over the past few weeks. Each time, she told herself that, if she ever got a shot at Tsukune (the student she really wanted to “engage in inappropriate sexual conduct” with), he’d prefer a more experienced woman over the girls he usually spent time with.
“No way,” Yukari cried, breaking the red-cheeked Ruby from her reflections. “Tsukune and Moka are my two loves,” the young witch gushed. She added a moment later, “I… guess you didn’t know that I… I like girls too.”
The older girl’s mouth hung open. Several long, silent moments passed, during which Ruby could do nothing but blink. “Girls, in general,” she finally managed, “or just Moka in particular?” She must never know about the full-frontal shots of Moka getting into the bath in Gin’s collection.
Yukari giggled uneasily. “Girls in general,” she answered. “For example, despite how we tease each other, I think Kurumu is gorgeous.”
“She’s a succubus,” Ruby pointed out. “I’d bet every girl on campus thinks she’s hot.”
“Bad example,” agreed Yukari. “Mizore is quite pretty too. I even think you’re attractive, Ruby, and you’re like a big sister to me!” That last, blurted, brought a blush to the girl’s cheeks.
For that matter, to the other’s cheeks also. That’s news, Ruby thought. I didn’t realize she saw me as an older sister… or as attractive.
Palpable silence lingered, almost but not quite awkward. “Anyway,” said Yukari to break the moment, “what can we use? All I have are my clothes to change into.”
Ruby looked at the little witch thoughtfully. “And the ones you’re wearing. What kind of panties do you have on?”
Yukari opened her mouth. Then she closed it. Then she opened it again. So this is what the word “flabbergasted” feels like, she mused.
“B-Bears,” she managed, turning beet-red. “Teddy bears.”
Ruby suppressed a giggle. The ones the whole school saw you wearing? she wondered. “Put those in the left circle,” she instructed the other. “I’m pretty sure they count as childish enough.”
Cheeks redder than they had ever been, Yukari stood and reached under her skirt. Deftly she pulled down her underwear without exposing herself. It’s not often I wish our skirts were longer, she thought as she placed her underwear in the left circle, but this is definitely one of them.
Ruby had averted her eyes just in case, though. I might have some kinky tastes, but I’m no pedophile, she mused. Aloud, she said, “Don’t sit down. For the right circle, you’ll use your training bra… if you’re wearing one, that is.”
“You’re kidding, right?” cried the younger girl. “Of course I’m wearing a training bra.” She added, more softly, “Now that I actually need one.”
“Go on, then,” urged Ruby. “It’s a good symbol of your future as a woman, wouldn’t you say?”
Yukari grumbled but pulled off her shirt so she could get to her training bra. Rather than fiddle with the hooks, she simply pulled the garment upward over her head. Glad that Ruby still averted her eyes and hoping that no one else could see her just then, the girl put her training bra into the right-hand circle.
“Now that I’m totally commando,” Yukari grumbled, “can we get started?”
“Not just yet,” replied the older witch. “I still need to point out that I have no idea how long this spell will last. I think it’s a permanent change.”
Yukari nodded resolutely. “I intend to make the most of this opportunity, unlike last time,” she vowed. Her wand appeared in her hand.
“One more thing,” Ruby added, her staff also appearing in her hand. “This joint casting will also create an arcane link between us, making it easier for spells to affect both of us – for good or ill.”
“Like if one backfires?” asked the younger witch, worry creeping into her voice.
The older witch nodded. “That, and it’ll be easier for us to, say, send magical messengers to each other. Or to scry on each other,” she added, her cheeks flushing.
“That could be really helpful!” cried Yukari. “I’ve got such a good feeling about this, Ruby!”
A smile now rested on Ruby’s crimson lips. “So do I, Yukari,” she assured her fellow witch. “Let’s begin.”
The older, more experienced witch stood beside the younger, on her left. Wand and staff crossed, they began chanting the incantation from the vellum parchment, ancient words and sounds from near-forgotten languages streaming from their lips and tongues. Both girls sweated lightly as they focused on the mystical energies within themselves and those which pulsed throughout the greater world.
The globular crystal in Ruby’s gnarled staff began to glow electric blue, as did the pentagram filament in the heart-shaped tip of the shorter witch’s wand. The circles of salt also glimmered softly, shimmering particles levitating upward one by one before disappearing. The line of chalk dust lit, from Yukari to the jar, to an actinic white. The rings of bat guano assumed an orange tint. The two witches’ faces were bathed in these motley, garish colors.
Ruby pointed at one phrase, which Yukari was to repeat over and over. The younger witch nodded and complied. The older witch continued the incantation. Following the diagram, she moved clockwise, keeping the wand and staff in contact. Once I’m directly across from Yukari, she deduced from the diagram, the spell will be complete.
When Ruby reached the designated spot, the whole room filled with a blinding light. Neither witch was sure how long it lasted. When it did finally subside, Ruby saw, standing across from her, the taller, older form of her fellow witch.
Yukari blinked away the disorientation she felt. Did it work? she wondered. I don’t have to look upward to look Ruby in the eyes, she noticed, a giddy feeling starting to spread through her. Her lips broadened into a grin.
For her part, Ruby stood agape. The now-too-small blouse that Yukari wore clung tightly to her body; it seemed the garment’s seams might give way at any moment. The already-short skirt now threatened to show off everything if Yukari so much as sneezed.
The more experienced witch was totally unprepared for the way that the newly-sexy young woman ran her hands along her curves, of which there were plenty. Ruby remembered; she had to fill out Yukari’s original sheet on Measuring Day before the transformation wore off. Both girls blushed when a soft moan escaped their lips – Yukari from her hands, Ruby from watching Yukari’s hands.
“D-Don’t stare like that,” murmured Yukari. “I just… missed my smoking-hot older body.” Ruby giggled until the younger girl added, “Are you, um… I mean… do girls… uhh, I mean, do you like girls too?”
Ruby waved her hand dismissively. “No, I’m afraid not. I wasn’t sure until Measuring Day,” she continued, “when I saw every girl at school topless and had my hands near their breasts to measure them. Including, you, Moka, and Kurumu, who are acknowledged as the three hottest girls at school.”
Yukari shrugged, the seams of her blouse protesting the motion. Giggling, she asked the other girl, “Would you hand me the satchel? I need to put on clothes that fit my sizzling shape.”
Ruby complied and shut her eyes, so Yukari would feel comfortable undressing. As soon as she heard the first rustle of shed clothing, though, the older witch cracked one eyelid open. There’s no way I’ll miss a show like this, she thought. I just hate that I lied a little – the only girl who did anything for me on Measuring Day is the one undressing even now. But we’re like sisters. Right?
Ruby couldn’t help but look her fill. She admired all 160 centimeters of Yukari, including her surprisingly-long and slim legs. Her whole body, in fact, was quite slim, except for the incredible breasts attached to her chest. Blushing, Ruby remembered shouting, “Dear God, they’re huge!” when she measured that bust: 32DD.
Bigger than my 30C, she groused silently. Bigger than Moka’s 34C too. Probably bigger than Mizore’s too, though I don’t think I ever got her measurements. Not Kurumu, though – I didn’t know breasts could grow that size. Ruby could picture clearly writing “34H” in the blank on that form, but part of her still had difficulty accepting the reality.
Refocusing her attention on Yukari brought another blush to Ruby’s cheeks. Just before Yukari pulled on her panties, the older girl got an eyeful of the luxurious thicket of black curls at the fulcrum of the younger girl’s thighs. Ruby blushed as she found herself wondering what it would feel like to run her fingers through that patch…
Ruby swallowed and shut her eyes. I need to calm down, she told herself firmly, or it’ll be obvious that I’ve been peeking. She fought to control her breathing, slow her heart rate, and ignore the heat building on her face and between her thighs.
Meanwhile, Yukari finished dressing, unaware that the other witch was watching. Part of her wished she would look. Too bad she said she wasn’t into girls, she thought glumly. We could take my body for a test drive.
Aloud, she told the other girl, “Thank you so much for doing this for me, Ruby. Now I might actually have a shot with Tsukune!” She giggled and bowed.
Ruby opened her eyes again – fully and openly, anyway – to beam at her less-younger friend. “Oh, it’s nothing,” she replied. “We witches have to stick together.” Her eyes gravitated right to the bountiful cleavage Yukari showed when she bowed; her cheeks reddened once more.
The younger witch folded her smaller blouse and skirt and stashed them in her satchel. She then reached for the training bra and teddy-bear panties, only to stop short when she saw they had vanished. “Where’d my underwear go?” she cried.
“They were consumed in the casting of the spell,” explained the older witch, “along with the nurse’s serum.”
“I guess that’s no big deal, since I won’t need training bras anymore,” Yukari sighed, “but I kinda wanted to keep my teddy… as a memento.”
Ruby smoothed her skirt. “I think it’ll be better if you truly embrace your grown-up self,” she advised her young friend, “and leave childish things behind. It’ll be hard for Tsukune to see you as a woman if you still see yourself as a girl.”
Yukari pondered her older friend’s words. “I guess you’re right,” she finally agreed. “Well, I’d better go. I’ll need plenty of rest for my big day tomorrow!”
Ruby giggled. “I have to be up early too, to sweep the front entrance. Good night, Yukari, and good luck tomorrow.” On impulse, she hugged her fellow witch.
Time stood still for a moment. Both witches became acutely aware of their bosoms pressed together in the embrace. Yukari gasped softly; Ruby bit her lip. Both girls blushed deeply.
A moment later, they split apart, running their fingers through their hair. “Well, uh… good night!” they chorused. Gathering their things hurriedly, the witches bolted their separate ways – Yukari to the girls’ student dorm, Ruby to the ladies’ faculty dorm – before things became any more awkward.
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A/N: I hope these first few chapters have piqued your collective interest enough to stick with this fic through the end. Feedback is always appreciated!
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