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Wild magic can certainly spice up your day... Maggie has always had the ability to see magic and the ability to tame it. It didn't take her long to learn that others couldn't, despite regaling them with the stories of the strange creatures and flowing energies that filled the world but went unseen by all but a few. It wasn't until years later that she happened across a wizard willing to teach her about her powers and what she could do with them. Now she bounded around, hunting down outbursts of wild magic, so that she could keep it from wreaking havoc and to grow her own power. The trouble was, to tame the magic she had to let it enchant her, and become part of the fantasy world that magic would create. Given how often people drifted into sexy daydreams, Maggie usually found herself diving into one erotic adventure after another. Collected here are all the tales of Maggie's adventures in one bundle. Prepare for a wild ride into the depths of imagination. This bundle contains all 4 episodes of Misapplied Magic Part 1 - Misapplied Magic Part 2 - Pleasing the Professor Part 3 - Legal Discipline Part 4 - Doing the Dudes
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Misapplied Magic - The Complete Collection
Farleven
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Table of Contents
Copyright Page
Misapplied Magic Part 1
Misapplied Magic Part 2 - Pleasing the Professor
Misapplied Magic Part 3 - Legal Discipline
Misapplied Magic Part 4 - Doing The Dudes
From the Author
Other Stories by Farleven
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Misapplied Magic Part 1
"Well, of course magic isn't real." Nora laughed as she sipped at her tea.
Maggie simply smiled and nodded. It was always hard to say anything when a sprite was doing cartwheels on someone's head, especially when that person was saying patently ridiculous things. Sometimes she wondered why she even tried to talk to normal people anymore. Her life was so far outside their perceptions that she may as well have been speaking an alien language.
"Really, then how do you explain those two?" Maggie pointed over to a rather odd couple as they strolled down the street. They were just a good distraction, but perfectly fit for it. The man was tall, well dressed and absolutely stunning, while the woman was too short, a bit too round and she had a face that probably saved her plenty of costuming time at Halloween. Despite the fact that they weren't a complementary pair, it was obvious from the way she hung on his arm and the way he smiled down to her that they were in love.
Maggie truly wasn't one to be shallow though she knew Nora could be, and the sprite needed a new place to play. Sprites loved short people for some reason, and this one quickly bounced off of Nora's head and found its way to the small woman and started to play again. Maggie breathed a sigh of relieve, sprites had a way of enjoying things too much and their effect on people could be wickedly unpredictable.
"I've seen love do stranger things than that, and I've never seen any magic involved." Nora scoffed.
"Fair enough, there's just no reasoning with you today." Maggie flipped her short black hair out of her face. There wasn't any use arguing the point. Nora may have been one of her oldest friends, but like most people she couldn't see the magic all around her.
"So you're not going to regale me with one of your stories?" Nora sat back in her chair expectantly. Ever since they were young, Maggie had tried to convince her friend of all the things that she could see that others didn't seem to notice. There was so much to tell, and yet no one believed her, and no one saw any of it. Sprites were just a small part of it, though they were the easiest to spot. Most mythological creatures existed, almost all of them moving around in plain sight, though many of them did try to avoid being too public. There were always wizards and sorcerers around and such magical beings were much sought after.
"Not today, I've actually got something to do." Maggie finished her tea. The truth was, she hadn't expected to run into her friend here today. It had complicated her plans, because it meant she needed to come up with a distraction. "But I was wondering if you could give me back my little black dress for tonight."
"Really? I thought you said you wouldn't need it for a while? Did you happen to get a date and not tell me?" Nora grinned wickedly. The two women were much the same size, close enough that swapping expensive dresses was a great way to extend their budgets and wardrobes. The particular dress was especially alluring, with a short skirt, tight waist and plunging neckline that showed of either woman's best features.
"Well, it's not exactly a date, but you know how I like to put my best foot forward." Maggie blushed a bit, doing her best to sell it. Given that it was already three in the afternoon, Nora would have to go straight home to get the dress. That means she wouldn't have time to wander the shops.
"Ah," Nora smiled and winked. "Okay, you want me to bring it by your place then?"
"Yeah, you can just pop it in my drop box, by six would be great." Maggie tightened the screws a bit more. She knew Nora was easy to distract, but for a good cause she was reliable. Helping her friend snare a good man was always a worthy mission.
"In that case I better get going. You'll have to let me know what happens!" Nora stood up and gathered her things.
"Thanks, I appreciate it. We'll have to come back here tomorrow and do some shopping and I can fill you in." Maggie stood up herself. The hairs on the back of her neck were nearly straight up now. She really didn't have much more time to fool around, but thankfully she managed to get Nora on her way to the nearest train station.
Now Maggie turned around and looked at the street, she'd just managed to keep her friend out of. The magical energy was starting to spark through the air. She hadn't felt a burst this strong in months, and even at this distance it was starting to have an effect on her.
Magic has always been a strange thing. Sure the creatures were interesting and unruly, but raw, untamed magic was something else. It liked to pop into existence at random and would enchant virtually anything. In truth, most of it was benign. Everyone has those moments when they're walking down the street and everything is just right with the world. Well, half the time they happened to walk past an enchanted tree or signpost. Magic simply added a bit of flair to reality.
Other magic, however, was not benign. If it was strong enough, it could alter reality and create little pockets where people would be changed depending on the nature of the magic involved. Sometimes the pull was so strong that people couldn't escape, not without help.
That was where Maggie came in. She was a sorceress, or so she had been told. She'd always had an affinity for magic that went beyond her ability to see it. The most powerful mages could draw the magic in, cleanse it and store it. She'd been a teenager when a wizard found her, and found her brimming with magical energies that she'd just instinctively absorbed. He'd taken her under his wing and taught her what she was, what she could do, and helped her understand the true nature of magic.
Even an outburst of this size could be tamed, and she could pull it in and absorb the power. That meant walking into the enchantment, however, and Maggie gulped as she felt the ripples of power bouncing off the buildings. Sometimes it was hard to gain control over chaotic magic, and plenty of times she had been under the sway of that power before she could pull it in.
That's why she'd gotten Nora to go home. The swirling mass of energy in front of her had already drawn in several people, and Maggie didn't want her friend being pulled in as well. Normal people wouldn't notice the changes, but if they stayed too long inside a powerful outburst, they could end up permanently affected. The alterations were hard to remove, even for the most skilled mages.
Luckily, this outburst was still new, and simply absorbing it would be enough to reverse any effects for the people under its spell. Maggie knew it wouldn't be easy though. First she'd have to walk into it and probably get enchanted before she could begin to unweave the power from the place it was embedded. In theory she should be used to being changed by wild magic, but it was so random that she could never anticipate what she'd end up becoming before she could regain control.
She took a moment to look around before proceeding. It was always so strange to watch people going about their normal lives while a surging ball of magic flashed and sparked only feet away from them. Occasionally, a wisp of magic would hit someone and they'd turn, drawn in by the spell, but usually no one paid it any mind.
Maggie was not so lucky, though. She could see the way perception was already being twisted. The power was real, and she got a twist in her stomach as she considered her options. The truth was, she really only had one. Walk into the middle of it, let it work its spell on her and then use that link to pull it in and tame it.
So she took a deep breath and walked towards the swirling energy. It had wrapped around a single store, a small boutique that Maggie had never really cared for. She could feel a few people inside, already bound in the magic, and knew that the world inside had already been twisted and shaped into something else. The trouble was, from the outside she could never tell what it had been changed into.
The spell was already working on her as she neared the store. Her clothes had changed. With every step, her T-shirt and jeans morphed into a black skirt and matching top. Her shoes slowly became a pair of glossy black high heels and her socks slid up her legs until they covered up to her thighs in bright white lace. Her panties shifted into a ring of white ruffles under her skirt that left her bare between her legs. Her top continued changing until it became a wrap around that hugged at her waist and exposed her cleavage. The top of her shirt split off and turned into a white lace collar as her sleeves turned into a pair of white gloves the ran all the way up to her biceps.
While her clothes were busy being rearranged, she could feel her body shifting as well. Her short black hair kept its color, but grew long and wavy until it spilled over her shoulders and nearly reached her chest. Her breasts couldn't escape the spell either, her ample bosom tingled warmly as she gained a couple of cup sizes. Her waist drew in a bit and her hips expanded slightly. Maggie shuddered as the magic coursed through her.
"Well, this is a bit undignified." She muttered to herself as she made it to the front door of the shop. She had become the embodiment of a sexy French maid, with all of her curves on display and a ticklish draft between her legs. Maggie lamented the limited imagination of people at times like this, even as the magic was helping to arouse her.
That was the trouble with wild magic. It was looking for purpose, for direction and when it touched a person, it would often bring to life their fantasies and dreams, especially those being imagined at the moment of contact. The first person to be enchanted would find their imagination becoming real, and when the magic was strong enough, reality itself would be changed to match those thoughts.
That fact, combined with one other truth, people thought about sex a lot. An awful lot. Maggie could barely count the number of times she'd ended up in the middle of someone's sexy fantasy. Becoming a hot little French maid was far from the biggest change she'd gone through. She'd learned to enjoy it, having to work her way through an erotic enchantment was a lot more pleasurable than getting caught up in someone's daydream of revenge.
