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[Draft] Unexpected Results (Schrieke TG)
🕑 Added 2021-04-07 22:01:00 +0000 UTCGuts sighed as he walked with Casca, their arms wrapped around each other’s as they walked to a restaurant. It was hard to believe that after so long chasing after Griffith for his revenge he had finally done it. It was strange that he wouldn’t have to worry about any Apostles or the Godhand anymore. It was even stranger to be doing something normal like this with Casca, but he was glad that he could.
Unknown to the two, they were being watched by a small girl with green hair and eyes. She wore a purple set of robes and a witch’s hat and in her hand was a long wooden staff with a gnarled end. She would have been called pretty if not for the prominent frown on her face that marred her features.
Schierke gripped her staff tightly as she watched the two walk around, her heart tearing apart the more she saw the two interacting like a couple. It just wasn’t fair. She wanted nothing more than to be in the older woman’s place with him holding her like that. She had fallen for him their journey together. The way he stood up and fought for them. But what stood out to her most was that he believed in her. It was different from her master in a way that she couldn’t quite describe. It filled her glee and made her feel as if she was skipping across clouds.
She had saved him dozens of times and helped him in every way that she could. There were so many times that he was so close to falling into the inner darkness in him. She had seen the beast that lurked in his mind and despite what might happen she wanted nothing more than to stay by his side and help him. But this, seeing them together. It filled her with a jealous rage that overwhelmed her and made it impossible for her to think straight.
The now 20-year-old woman in body had hoped he would have fallen for her by now. She had grown up, in the time since they had first met. Her body had gotten more curvaceous. Her breasts might not be that big, but she knew they were bigger than Casca’s. The lack of any real meaningful progress had led to her looking for other ways to hopefully fall for him.
The young woman had come up with a way that would hopefully let her get with him and hoped it would work. There was no way that she was going to be able to break the two of them apart. The bond was too strong much to her dismay and she knew that she would have to get creative and look for alternative ways to get him. She had dived deeper into her magic and learning all she could about them for a possible solution and believed she had discovered how to make a love spell. It wasn’t the right thing to do, but she wanted to be with him so badly that she didn’t care.
A part of her wanted to rush in there right now and change him, but that was stupid. She knew more than anyone how dangerous he was. He didn’t need a weapon or the berserker armor to be deadly. Even if his body had been extensively damaged from continuous use he could still kill anyone with ease. No the best thing to do was to wait for an opening when it was just him. She was patient and could wait for the perfect time to move in and begin the spell.
For hours she had watched them interact with each other. It was nauseating to see them act like the couple that she wish she was with him. She tried not to pay them too much attention, but it was hard since she was able to hear them so clearly. Still, she reminded herself that once she had done what she needed to then she would be able to experience them with him. She was grateful that the two of them hadn’t started sleeping together. That would make things much harder for her to act. And it might be what pushes her over the edge and act hastily. After some time the two of them went their separate ways, Casca having to run some errands.
The young woman sighed happily. Finally, the chance she had been waiting for arrived. She followed Guts knowing he was heading to the training grounds. Even if his body was no longer what it once was from extended use of the armor and the stress he was still strong. The last thing she needed was for him to correctly assume that she was the one who had done something suspicious.
He picked up a sword and wrapped some weights around it. There was no way that it would be able to compare with the Dragonslayer, but the gigantic blade had become a mountain that he would need to rebuild his body to use. The effect of the Berserker armor had taken its toll on him and made his signature weapon a true challenge for him to wield. He could walk around with it, but he could no longer swing it as he once had.
Off to the side Schrieke watched him swing his sword to the beat of his heat and in the hot sun, his body was quickly covered in sweat. The young girl licked her lips at the sight of his glistening muscles. Oh, she could already imagine her hands roaming over his form, feeling the hardened muscles that laid underneath. Even the scarred flesh would feel good under her hands. It made her wonder what it would be like when the two of them were in bed and he was taking away her maidenhood.
“No, focus,” Schrieke said to herself. She couldn’t lose herself in her lust, not when there was work she needed to do. No matter how pleasing the sight might be. She looked back at him and again her face burned. She breathed in and out to calm her beating heart, and her loins. There would be plenty of time for her to admire him later when her spell was finished.
The woman breathed out and raised her staff to perform the spell. She breathed in and out trying to calm her beating heart. She hadn’t tried the spell out yet on someone, but she was sure it would work as intended. She had poured over her knowledge, making sure that it would all work to get this spell to be possible.
The green-haired girl could feel the Odd gather in the air at her command and breathed in. This spell required her full focus, anything less could result in something disastrous. With all the power behind this, it could honestly level a good level of the surrounding area. It made her nervous to call upon so much at once, but there was no other way.
When the spell reached its apex the tip of her staff came to life. She pointed it at the man she loved and watched the bolt fly through the air. She breathed in and out and jumped when she saw the bolt hit the love of her life. A small smile graced her lips, happy that it had hit her intended target.
The older man gasped as his body felt off. He stumbled forward, the sword falling from his hands. He breathed and shook his head. His senses felt off as if he had gotten up to fast and lost his balance. Stars entered his vision and for a moment the world spun around him, as if he was on uneven ground.
Guts breathed in and out, trying to calm his beating heart and get his senses under control.
The older man growled at what happened. He couldn’t believe his body had fallen this far. This should have been nothing for him, especially after using Dragonslayer for so long. It was disheartening for him to be reduced to such a state. He wasn’t sure how much longer he would last, but he would make sure that every moment counted.
The young woman waited a few minutes before she moved in to greet him. It would be too strange if she showed up right after he felt strange. She was on the lookout to make sure that no one else came along and caught his attention first. The last thing she needed was for him to fall for someone else. Then she would have to find out how to reverse it.
“Alright,” Guts said as he went to sit down and placed the blade on the ground.
Now seemed like a good time for her to show up. The young woman stepped forward, her heart pounding in her chest and trying to keep her face as blank as possible. Her heart pounded in her chest, just like when she was alone with him before, but this time there was the added tension in her from the possibility of getting discovered.
“Guts,” she said calmly, hoping that her face was blank.
“Schrieke,” Guts said, looking down at the smaller girl.
“How are you doing,” Schrieke said.
“Been better,” Guts grunted. “Having a hard time with this body still. Is there anything you think you can do for it?”
“I could try again,” the witch said as she looked her body over. It was a perfect excuse for her to look him over and see if there was anything going on with him. She looked him over and tried to heal him of the injuries, or at least made the pain that he felt more bearable. It was still a thing to marvel and made her sad to see just how damaged his body had become. All of the injures and the self-inflicted wounds from the armor had taken their toll on his body. It hurt to see his body in such a state and wished that she could do more for him. It seemed like his body hadn’t changed at all from her spell much to her relief.
She snuck a look at him again to see if he was looking her differently than he normally would, but he looked at her with the same calm collected look that he usually did. The young woman had hoped that she would be able to see a speck or even a small sign that he was interested in her as she was in him. If the spell had worked then she certainly wasn’t seeing it in effect, though it was possible that it needed a little more time before its effect came in full force.
“I did what I could for your body,” the witch said sadly.
“Thanks, I feel better already,” the older man said and flexed his hand.
“Your welcome,” The young woman blinked at his words and stood up a little straighter. She had only done as much healing as she had usually done. Just like every time she had given it her all to make sure that there wouldn’t be as much pain for him as before.
He stretched and moved and the young woman could tell that his hardened muscles moved with an ease that he hadn’t had in a long time. It was almost as if he had gotten younger again, or at least the pain easier to bear enough for him to move about as he had once before.
She smiled, happy despite the disappointment she felt. While her spell might not have the effect she intended, but she couldn’t deny her glee at seeing what was happening. Anything that could help ensure his health was a boon that she wouldn’t be able to deny. With how much damage the armor had done to him, his lifespan had been shortened to the point that no one could say for sure how long he had left. If the spell could extend his lifespan a little more then it was worth learning more about.
“Thanks, Schrieke, I knew I could count on you,” Guts said, smiling gently at her.
“I-Its nothing, I’m glad I could help you,” she said, stuttering at first.
The young woman blinked and looked closer. She narrowed her eyes as she noticed some of the scars on his body didn’t look as pronounced as they did mere minutes ago. For a moment she played it off as a trick of the light, but the more she stared the more she noticed that something was off.
“Guts stop,” the woman ordered.
She stepped forward and ran her hands over his body, staring intently at the marred flesh. None of the lust that she had in her was there before, and the only thing that ran through her was worry over what might happen to him. She put her face close, almost to the point that her nose could brush against his side. The top of the destroyed skin was lowering, and the bottom was rising higher at a slow but steady rate.
The berserker looked at the other side of his body to see if he could find what had gotten her so worried. He ran his hands over his body
After a moment the man could see what was going on and his mouth dropped in shock.
“My scars,” the older man muttered as he ran his hands across one of his fading scars. He could remember how each scar had come from and all of the battles surrounding them. It was strange to see something that he had seen on himself and remember so clearly going away. “You have any ideas of what is going on?”
Schrieke didn’t say anything as her mind went through dozens of possibilities that her magic had caused. Was it possible that she had found a spell to revert someone’s body to a previous state? If that was true then the possibilities were endless. Then she could revert Gut’s body back to a time where the damage from all the fighting was gone.
The scars continued to fade and get smaller. The two ran their hands over separate ones and marveled at the changing flesh. The roughness and small uneven bits were getting smaller. They touched other scars and could feel the same thing happening to them. Soon all of the ones on his body were gone with no trace of them being there before. It was strange to see his body so bare of any sort of wounds, especially for the young woman who had only seen his body. He closed his eye and ran his hand over the bridge of his nose and saw the scar there was getting smaller as well until it was gone completely.
The young woman blushed at seeing him like this. With all the scars his handsome defined features had been marred somewhat by the many scars on his face and body. It was strange to his body void of all of them and allow his body and muscles to come through plainly.
“This is more than I expected,” Guts said. The man breathed out, wondering if this was some weird dream or something. If she could have done this then he was sure that the small witch would have done it sooner. It would have helped more on their journey if she had. His body would have been in a much better state.
“I..,” Schrieke said, not sure what she should say. This spell was going in ways that she couldn’t have predicted with all of her research.
“Ahh!” Guts cried and held his stump.
“Guts!” Schrieke cried. “Is something wrong?”
“My arm, it’s burning up,” Guts said as he held his limb. It felt like he had shoved it into a fireplace and let flames consumed it. It was getting worse by the second. The sweat that came down his body was getting worse by the second.
“Guts move it, I might be able to see what is going on,” Schrieke gulped, breathing in and out to calm her pounding heart. This wasn’t at all she had planned, and the results of it were only making everything she felt worse.
He moved his hand and the two blinked as they saw flesh building up at the end. The two watched as it slowly grew larger. The stump continued to grow as if they were watching an old wound heal at an insane rate. It reached a point where instead of growing out, it widened out and the two realized they were seeing his hand come back. Soon what could only be fingers sprouted from it and grow by the second. It was at first comparable to that of a baby’s, but then it started to get bigger. It quickly looked like a small child’s hand and after another few seconds that of a teenager’s. In moments it became a perfect match for his missing hand.
“What?” Guts gasped, staring at his returned limb. Memories of how he had lost it so long ago came rushing forward. He opened and closed his hand slowly as if he was making sure it was real.
“Guts,” Schirke gulped, not sure what to say or do. This spell wasn’t working at all like she thought it would. It was supposed to make him fall for her, not heal his body of any sort of imperfections. She didn’t think the effects of the spell would be as strong as they seemed to be now. Her mind worried how far the spell would go. What if he kept getting younger until he was a baby or something. The thought made her shudder.
“Ahh!” Guts cried held his head as a sudden pain over him as if someone had put their finger in his empty eye socket. He kneeled, still covering his hurting eye. Suddenly the pain ceased and he breathed easier. After a moment he moved his hand and opened his closed eye socket. He gasped when he had a depth perception that he hadn’t had in years.
“Your eye!” Schrieke gasped, staring at the now second eye that he had in wonder.
She had never seen him with both eyes. She had only seen them in her mind’s eyes, but now that she was seeing both of them in person it was strange. She certainly didn’t want him to go back to having only one since having both would be beneficial.
“Can you see out of it?” Schrieke asked.
“I...can,” Guts said, not sure what to think or feel about having it again. He had grown so used to having to one that now having both everything felt off. It would take some time to get used to having both again. He felt younger than he had in years as if he had found himself back in his body before Griffith’s betrayal. He made a fist and could easily imagine dealing a punch that could knock someone’s head off. He wanted to grab the Dragonslayer and swing it to his heart’s content.
The young girl stared fearfully, waiting for something to happen to him again. There wa sno way that things would simply end here. She could feel it in her stomach. There had to be more to this to come and she didn’t like the fact she couldn’t tell what it might be.
After a moment, she noticed the eye that reformed was different. It wasn’t the same color as te other one. Instead of it being a dark brown like his old eye, his new one was a bright grassy green. She had never assumed
“Guts were your eyes the same color?” the witch asked.
“What?” Guts asked.
“Your eyes were they the same color?”
“I think they were the same color,” the man said. He wasn’t sure. It had been ages since he had last seen them
The younger girl gulped. She didn’t like where this was. The fact he got an arm and eye back was terrifying, even though it should have been a good thing. There had to be more. If there wasn’t then she would honestly be shocked.
She stilled when she saw the other eye was starting to change as well. For a moment she thought it had to be a trick of the light, but the more she stared the more certain she was that it was changing color. It brightened as if it was taking more of the light’s and changing, like a pool of water and how it changIn moments it perfectly mirrored its new twin.
Before she could voice what happened, the white patch of hair in his head started to change. Small bits of green appeared in it, as if large blades of grass or paint had gotten in it.
The white streak continued to change as more green appeared inside it.
Soon there was nothing left of the white hair that plagued his head.
The rest of his black hair started to change as well. The same tone of green appeared at the base of his scalp and continued to grow.
The young girl could stare at the new streak of hair as if it was some sort of weird animal that she was seeing for the first time. The strand of hair was painfully familiar for some reason.
The hair and eyes he had now were a bright green that matched her own hair.
The moment his hair had finished changing his hair grew out longer.
Guts started to shrink. He quickly lost a foot in height and continued to smaller. His clothes hug loosely off his body
The man finished changing when he stood exactly the same height as her. The two looked into each other eye’s.
His clothes hung loosely on his body, as if he had stollen them on a random clothes line.
“Damnit!” the black swordsman cried as he kept his pants up. With how small he had gotten he no longer looked like a grown man, but rather a young man who was just turning eighteen. If he had a belt then he would just wrap iit tighter around his waist to keep him in place. Sadly he would just have to make do by holding his pants up to keep himself indecent. The last thing he needed to get arrested by the guards with them thinking he was just streaking across the area. “What’s happening to me? Schrieke do something!”
Guts’s body started to change again. The hard earned muscles from years of fighting and training quickly got smaller. It was as if he really was getting younger. His arms and legs get smaller as if his muscles were being eaten by his body to make sure he had enough nutrients. Soon his arms had been small feminine looking limbs that would have looked outlandish on him if he was still his original body. He would have looked like he could have been the same age as her and Isidro if his face still wasn’t his.
“I...I don’t know what to do,” the green haired girl gulped as her mind scrambled, trying to think of something she could do.
A sudden revelation that seemed impossible crossed the girl’s mind over what might be happening to Guts. It seemed so outlandish that she just couldn’t believe it. As far as she knew there wasn’t a spell that could cause it. Then again there wasn’t a spell that could just make a person fall in love with you either and she had found that out. She didn’t know whether to be happy or disappointed with how this was turning out. She had hopped that she would be falling over himself over her and trying to please her anyway he could. On the other hand, her spiteful side told her that then he wouldn’t be with Casca.
“Guts I think….you might be turning into copy of me,” the girl said.
“What do you mean I’m turning into a copy of y-you!” The berserker roared, only for his voice to start cracking up.
He continued to cough as if he was trapped in smoky room not to far from a raging fire. The more he wretched the more his voice rose. The man tried to keep them down ,but he couldn’t help but cough.
“Finally,” the man said an blinked at the voice that left her mouth. “Could I really be turning into you?”
“Its just an assumption, but its all I can think of considering that your appearance iss getting closer to mine,” the woman gulped.
His face started to change and soften. The hardship of the years on his face softened, even further despite all of the scars he had lost not too long ago. His masculine face started to alter. The shape of his jaw and the rest of his skull layered as the changed reached them. The frustrated snarl on his face weakened as his face twitched from what was happening to him. His nose let out an audible crunch as it got smaller, his nostrils compensating for the change in size. His eyelashes grew longer and added even more of a feminine appeal to his face. His chapped lips cleaned, and swelled slightly in size with new life and becoming cute thin lips that mirrored the cause of the transformation’s own. Soon the transformation stopped, and Guts face had become an exact replica of Schrike’s.
The one who was the most shocked was the witch herself. It was as if she looking at a mirror rather than a person. It unnerved and fascinated her at the same time. This was the farthest thing she could think of from any of her expextation. The rage on his face was gone and replaced by a look of panic that she had never seen in his eyes before. It was strange to see and made her feel a little guuilty about all of this.
The new green haired man picked up the training blade to look at her face and gasped at the sight of the face looking back at her. She dropped the blade in shock.
“Schrike is there a way you can counter this with one of your spells?” the man frowned at the voice tha tleft his own lips and then let out a growl that was almost cute.
A pull between the effeminate man’s legs made him stop. He gulped and breathed as for a moment the wood he had between his legs hardened. The changing man let go of his pants from the sudden shock which immediately fell onto the ground.
The witch blushed at the sight of his receding masculinity and quickly covered her mouth, she had always envisioned seeing it, but this was never what she had in mind.
The man gulped and panted heavily as and shimmied in place, his eyes rapidly blinking as if she was blonded.
The new woman breathed out as clarity returned to her eyes. She noticed the draft going on down below and growled.
“Damnit!” The former man cried as she picked up her pants to cover her new femininity. A faint blush covered her face and she quickly looked around, as if making sure no one had seen the two of them.
“Ahh!” the new young woman cried as her butt started to perk up. A dark blush crossed her face as sensations she hadn’t felt in a while came over her. She looked over her shoulder at her butt and saw her behind soften somewhat. The toned muscle in it getting smaller as it softened. It finished changing when she had a small cute round butt that was greatly concealed by the pants she wore. The top of it was visible with her own slouched pants, covering the middle part of her rear, but the top was still visible for all to see if anyone was behind her.
“How much more before we are done?”
“Guts there isn’t much but the last is...something,” Schrieke said, not sure how to break it to the older man what would be happening next.
The former man looked down at her body and then at Schrikee’s. The new green haired girl’s eyes rested on the young woman’s chest. She looked down at her own body and had quickly realized what the young woman meant.
“Fuck,” the new green haired woman said.
The new twin’s chest started to push out against the ill-fitting top she wore now. She gulped as she breathed heavily. Her now larger areola and nipples rubbed against the uncomfortable rough cotton fabric and made her shiver. Mere moments after, two small lumps formed.
Her breasts finished growing when they became a supple B-cup and were no larger than full oranges.
The new woman gasped and moaned as the fabric rubbed against her softer new body in ways that she couldn’t never get used to. Tears welled in the corner of her eyes, not sure what to do or say. She was freaked out by all of this. It wasn’t as horrible as the many atrocities and stuff that she had done in her life, but this was a different shade of weird that she hadn’t expected at all.
A sudden stabbing sensation came over her head and he held it as it got worse by the second. It was as if she was being stabbed in the eye when she tried to save Casca from Griffith all those years ago. Her head started to fog and the confusion, and pain eased as a blank expression crossed her face.
“Guts just breathe in, I’ll figure something out,” Schrieke promised. She would find a way to turn him back into his original form.
“Sister,” the new green haired girl said. She then blushed profusely at the sight of her new clothes.
Schrieke stilled and her eyes widened. It felt like an arrow had pierced her heart, but instead of being disappointed or angry bout what happened to the man she loved. She kinda liked it.
“Please help me sister,” the other green haired girl pleaded with a dark blush on her face.
“Of course...Mayuri,” Schrieke said. The new name coming to her easily. With a wave of her wand, the ill fitting clothes on her new twwin’s body started to change.
The new girl beamed at the comfortable robes she wore and even twirled around to Schrike’s amusement.
This might not be what she had intended, but she would be lying if she said that she didn’t like the final result. Especially since she had a cute little sister now.
