Humiliation of a bad witch by hvader

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Amethysta swallowed hard. The crowd surrounding her and Granny W were clearly happy that it was Amethysta who had lost the witches' duel. For a brief moment - no longer than the flap of a bat wing - she considered making a run for it. She would never make it through the crowd, and whatever spell she could use on the onlookers - Granny W would reverse it. The people in the crowd were well aware of that, and would not be frightened of Amethysta in the least.

There was nothing but to concede defeat. Amethysta took off the necklace with her magical amulet and dropped it into Granny W's open hand. The much older women showed no emotion, didn't seem to take delight in the young redhead's defeat. She showed no mercy either. "The hat", she demanded quietly. With shaking hands Amethysta removed the pointed witches' hat and surrendered it to her opponent.

Her green eyes looked at Granny W's face, looking for a sign of compassion. She didn't find one. In front of the whole village she stripped off her dress, revealing her torn red and white striped stockings, and her old-fashioned bloomers with holes in them. Her undershirt was visibly stained as well. There was some muted laughter from the crowd. Not to be cruel - Granny W wouldn't have stood for that - but in surprise at the now ridiculous looking Amethysta. What a change from just an hour ago, when she was feared, respected - even admired by some. When her clothes had been elegant and the subject of envy by the village girls.

Being a witch it had seemed natural to Amethysta to use her powers to transform her old clothes into elegant finery, to make them clean with a spell instead of washing them in the river. Granny W would have never done that, would have never used witchcraft for such mundane tasks - but then she was much older and wiser, and consequently had won the duel. What a silly idea it had been to challenge her to that.

Suddenly she felt her chest constricting ... really constricting, not just metaphorically. Blood rushed into her face and she began to sweat. She had completely forgotten about that - it had felt so natural over the last few years. That time before she had become a witch, and the problems she had had before that ... all that had disappeared from her consciousness, apart from taking petty revenge on some childhood enemies ... Who were bound to be in the crowd today.

She looked around and saw Alissa. The girl was the first in the crowd who had realized what was happening and returned her gaze triumphantly. Amethysta should have made friends while she still had her powers, but she had failed to do so. A gaggle of admirers who had by now fled the scene and the association with their ruined idol - and lots of enemies who had stayed.

She wondered whether she could keep up appearances, manage to walk off now without anybody noticing at least that part of her defeat. She carefully set one foot forward and covered her chest with her left arm. Too late ... two pumpkins slipped out of her undershirt and rolled along on the ground. The villagers were now roaring with laughter, even Granny W had to look away pretending to take an interest in a nearby tree. Eventually she would reign-in the crowd, but she had to fully restore her own composure first.

On the other side of the market square Alissa was clearly happy to have her large breasts back. Alissa's dress now had a few tears in it from the sudden expansion of its owner, but still mostly protected her modesty. Likely Alissa wouldn't have minded either way. What Amethysta had stolen was back where it belonged.

The now flat-chested former witch walked down the road in the torn and dirty remains of her clothing, laughter ringing in her ears.