What You Want (futa/f, hyper, magic, revenge, weirdness)

Carrie entered, and her eyes took a moment to adjust to the dimness. She could just make out the vague silhouettes of various items of oddment and bric-a-brac. The place smelled… old, but not dusty or musty. More like an old wooden ship, she thought. A smooth voice broke her train of thought.

“Welcome to Kettle’s Hexery, my dear! Where we sell you what you want for however much you’re willing to pay!”

The speaker was a woman, older and plump, standing behind a counter and wearing an apron. Carrie approached.

“Isn’t that how most shops work?” she asked.

The shopkeeper’s eyes sparkled at that. “Quite right, dear. Perhaps the slogan needs a little work.” Carrie was left thinking she’d missed the joke. She hesitated, and the woman continued.

“I’m Kettle, and this is my hexery. If you’d like to buy a hex, I’ll sell you the one you want. And since you came into my shop, and hexes are the only thing we sell, then it stands to reason that a hex is what you’d like to buy!” Here the woman leaned forward and continued in a conspiratorial whisper. “Isn’t that right, dear?”

“I guess so…” Carrie said, bewildered. And then she shook her head, and said. “Wait, what’s a hex? Like a curse?”

The woman clapped. “Yes! Just so. Now, who’ll it be? Who makes your blood boil in anger or in fear? An old lover? A rival? A cruel sister?”

“I don’t know…” Carrie said, slowly. There was a sudden cacophony that sounded like wind chimes above their heads. The woman, Kettle, stepped lightly onto a stool and reached up to silence a metal mobile of birds that had swung into sudden motion.

“Oh! What’s that?” asked Carrie, hoping to change the subject.

“These are just my darling finches of Auchemon. Beautiful girls,” said Kettle, stroking a coppery bird with her finger, “They warn me when a customer is behaving deceitfully. A safety measure. They’re not very subtle about it, I’m afraid,” Kettle finished, with an apologetic smile.

“But I wasn’t…” continued Carrie, before being silenced by Kettle’s finger pressed against her lips.

Kettle spoke, firmer now, “Now, darling, we wouldn’t want to upset the birds again, would we? Take a moment to think before you speak. My educated guess is that you do have an enemy, and you do know who it is, and you do wish them harm. Now, it is entirely up to you whether you go through with any hex. But I will promise that I will not ask more of you than you are willing to pay. And I will also promise that whatever happens will be exactly what you truly desire--nothing more, and nothing less.” Kettle swallowed. Carrie remained silent. “I’ve given you time to think, dear. Now tell me, to whom shall I be dedicating my next hex?”

Carrie looked down for a moment, then up again, making eye contact with the shopkeeper. “Her name is Kimberly Preston. She’s… horrible.”

Kettle sighed in sympathy. “Ah, girl-on-girl curses are always my favorite.” Carrie raised an eyebrow at the old woman’s phrasing. “Tell me, dear, what is Kimberly to you? How has she hurt you?”

To her surprise, Carrie told the creepy stranger. “Kim used to be my best friend. We’re both seniors in high school now, but in grade school and middle school we would hang out all the time. But then she… well, she grew boobs first of anyone in the grade, and grew taller than any of the o

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