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It was the start of another peaceful day in Wonderland, the town of which Asaba Ureshiko (alias Agnes) was in charge of. And like with every passing day in this quiet little town, everything seemed exactly the same as the previous days, as Agnes wished it to be. Her mother had been responsible for creating the town as it was, and it was her fervent wish for it to remain this way, even if this required some large sacrifices on her part, like spending her life alone and without a lover.

However Kurenai Sayaka - who also used an alias: Cruje -  didn’t want the town to be like that at all, and neither did realm, the land responsible for appointing her as the next governess of this quiet little town. The blue haired girl had made her way to Wonderland several days ago, and from day one she had done everything in her power to try and relieve Agnes from her position. Sadly, the pink haired magical girl proved more stubborn and resourceful than Cruje had anticipated, leaving her with no progress whatsoever.

The bluenette was stumped trying to think of how to finally defeat Agnes and claim the managerial ring, which granted one the rights to govern Wonderland and alter it as they saw fit. And what’s a girl to do when she can’t think of any idea? She looks for new ones in her reference material.

Cruje had brought stacks of magical materials on her journey: tomes, scrolls and textbooks on a wide variety of magic. Most magics and spells inside didn't really seem all that useful to her however, most were about heightening senses or increasing endurance,… body enhancing spells in other words. Good in a physical fight, but not really useful in giving her an edge in magical combat.

She spent nearly two days ploughing through her resources until finally, she discovered something potentially of use, and also intrigued the blue haired magical girl: sealing and binding magic!

It was a book of more advanced magic, beyond anything she had previously tried out, and only suitable for those with several years of experience. Cruje did not fall under that category, but given that she was a (self-declared) prodigy, the blue haired girl figured she would have no trouble mastering this spell book.

“All I truly lack is some real life magic experience, and I can get that just as easily with this magic.” The bluenette told herself, eagerly flicking through the pages to study it.

The procedures and underlying principles seemed very complicated, and it took Cruje some time to even grasp how to get started on formulating her spell. But that didn't daunt (or worry) her in the slightest. 

Even though the book advised carefully reading the entire chapter before moving onto practical exercises, ever impatient Cruje couldn’t resist using the spell the second she read about the initial summoning process.

Confident she would be able to get things right by the time she and Agnes had their next showdown, she began creating some of the little light blue orbs that were supposedly programmed to pin point a target of her choosing and latch on, spreading out to become bindings.

As one tiny little ball of very light blue began floating in her hand, a similar image of a lava lamp particle, Cruje studied the ball. “So this thing will spread out and stick to whatever I point it at?”

Wanting to test her first creation, the magical girl aimed for a vase on the other end of the room, flicking her wrist to send the orb on its way. Immediately (and quite a lot faster than she’d expected) the orb flew over to the vase, even propelling the light blue piece of ceramics off its table and sticking it firmly to the wall behind it.

Cruje walked up and tried prying the vase off the wall. “Rock solid. Amazing!”

The bluenette got a confident grin on her face. "You see! I can use this magic, even if I don't have as much experience. I knew my talent would make up for it!" 

"What's next?” She said as she turned around and headed back to her book, now truly enthusiastic about this entirely new form of magic, convinced it was just what she needed to get the upper hand in this stalemate. 

After working her way through a few more pages, Cruje grasped most of the mechanics behind the binding magic.

“Hmm. So summoning the orbs can be done by using a vocal command, or by a self-chosen physical motion… I'll work on the physical one, it'll make the element of surprise that much bigger, since I can't risk Ureshiko knowing of this spell and recognizing the command written in this book. Imagine her figuring out my plan of attack before I can implement it! My advantage would be ruined, and even worse: I’d embarrass myself immensely!"

After spending a few more minutes working on an easy to perform gesture whilst riding her broom, Sakaya managed to master her new and improved surprise attack, but the room had paid the price: She’d stuck pretty much every item in her room to the wall: hair brushes, books, picture frames,… It was high time she did some cleaning up.

"Now, how do I dispel all of those orbs? For starters I can't leave my room in this mess, but I'll look a fool if I can't undo the binding spell in front of Ureshiko!"

The bluenette girl had to read through several more pages to find the key to removing all of her binding spells. It was a surprisingly simple method:

"So a string of vocal commands is the only way to remove the bindings? That's a bit of a pain. I mean even if the outset is that you’ve no need to rush with your opponent being restrained, it's annoying that they force you to memorise such a complicated procedure. And why did they have to use so many commands anyways?"

After reading some more, she found out exactly why: "OH! So I can pin point which of my binding orbs I want dispelled one at a time? And depending on how much or how little you want removed, your vocal commands need to be altered… Rather tricky, but very convenient if you’ve mastered it! This is great! With this I can release Agnes slowly, forcing her to follow more of my commands with each new binding being released!

Ecstatic at this new find, and overjoyed at her new magic, The blue haired magical girl continued practicing for a few more minutes, throwing orbs all around the place and then dispelling one, several all of them at once.

Although it took her several tries to get the words necessary straight in her own head, in the end the bluenette figured out exactly how to dispel the orbs in the order she wanted.

Of course, Cruje never stood still by the fact that she could do all of this in a quiet and secluded room, aiming at static targets. Her confidence was brimming higher than ever after learning this new, supposedly advanced magic in just the span of a single day. Having decided she knew all she needed, the cocky magical girl concluded there was no need to read any further, and therefore skipped the last few pages which held valuable hints and warnings for practitioners of this magic. For example: that you should try to use this type of magic in tag or group combat, so that there is always somebody in the vicinity who also knows of these spells, in case one of yours backfires and you need assistance.

But in her eagerness, Cruje never made it to those pages of valuable information, and the bluenette began preparing for her dash into the town centre completely unaware of the risks this so called ‘trump card’ contained. Feeling fully confident this would finally be the day she took dominion over Wonderland, the blue haired magical girl transformed into her alter ego of Cruje with a twirl on the spot, and clad in her skimpy magical girl outfit –which consisted out of nothing more than a blue one-piece  swimsuit with cleavage, a pair of blue boots, a skirt so short it might as well have been a belt and a tiny dark blue cape- she flew off into town on her broom.

The moment she made it to the centre of town, the young blue haired girl began throwing spells around to transform the place: livening up the buildings, modernising the streets, even summoning an amusement park where a quiet little park used to be. Basically, within minutes there wasn’t a trace of the old village to be seen. And that was exactly how she wanted Wonderland to become… eventually.

Because today this make-over just served to draw out her rival Agnes,  and bait her into the trap she’d started preparing in her room from the very beginning of this day.

The confident magical girl didn’t have to wait long to find a flustered Agnes zooming in her general direction, yelling from afar to stop what she was doing this instant. The pink haired governess was wearing an equally revealing outfit, matching Cruje’s in every detail other than colour: Agnes’ swimsuit and boots were a bright pink colour.

Another major difference was that Agnes’ fully grown body filled out the entire outfit a lot better, most of all the cleavage which was plainly visible for all lucky enough to get a close enough look at the adult magical girl. As she rushed over on her broom, her well-developed chest was bouncing happily thanks the breeze making her shake up and down ever so slightly.

“Cruje! Are you up to your old tricks again?! I’ve told you time and time again: This town is precious to me, I wish to preserve it the way my mother built it!”

“And I’ve told you: I don’t care about your wish! Realm appointed me to be the next governess, and with good reason! I’m much more suited to lead this town, so step down gracefully already!”

The pink haired girl sighed. “It looks like we end up in the same discussion every time we meet. But Cruje, you should’ve realized I would arrive her sooner or later to reverse what you did to the town.”

“I was counting on it silly! But don’t think you’ll be reverting anything anytime soon! Today is the day I’m taking your place, the way it should be!” The blue haired girl shouted confidently, already sending her first spell flying to kick off the battle.

For the first few minutes, the fight was more about claiming supremacy ove the town. Cruje kept transforming the houses and parks, but Agnes turned everything right back again to keep her town safe.

However the battle wasn’t solely focused on claiming the town, soon enough the bluenette decided it was time to make this fight more personal, and gun straight for Agnes. She didn’t immediately reach for her new bag of tricks, but settled for a simple stun spell flung straight at the pinkette.

But Agnes saw it coming and barely stopped mid-flight, grasping her broom so as not to slide off. She returned the favour by sending a sleep spell over to Cruje, but the younger girl dodged just as easily by tilting her broom and hanging to the side.

"Aaagh! Stop getting in my way Agnes! This town needs a new touch, just give up the ring and let me take over! You've become too old to be a magical girl!"

"I-I'm not too old. And this town… I want to protect it, this town my mother made. I'll treasure it!" Agnes retorted, sending yet another spell on its way and forcing Cruje to make a steep dive to avoid it.

Spells kept flinging back and forth, and though it was mainly Cruje who went on the offensive, Agnes had no trouble intercepting or dodging her rival’s spells, thanks to her vastly greater experience in flying on her broom.

But since she realized defence was no way to win a fight, the pink haired magical girl eventually began throwing several spells of her own at Cruje.

An aerial fight ensued, with the two girls performing one acrobatic manoeuvre after another whilst sending spells and bolts of magical power across, trying to get an edge of their rival. 

The fight went on for several minutes, but with neither side getting the upper hand it seemed like this was going to end up in the usual stalemate.

That is, until Cruje finally decided to pull out her trump card.

The bluenette stopped zooming about for a moment, and hovered about 10 feet above Agnes, looking down on the pinkette.

“You know, when I came to this backwater town to relieve you of your position, I always figured I’d be in charge within the first week. But you’ve been a real pain, and surprisingly resilient for someone so old.”

“I’m NOT old!” Agnes protested again, frowning slightly.

“You are by magical girl standards, and those are the only ones that count!”

“E-Even so, I still won’t give up this town!”

The bluenette sighed. “You are making more trouble than this town is worth. Good thing I came prepared…” 

What does she mean? The pinkette wondered, moving back a little after this ominous statement of her rival.

Cruje smirked confidently. "I'm going to settle this once and for all, Agnes!" Cruje proclaimed, preparing her spell as her hands lit up. Soon after, two small glowing orbs, a light blue colour were floating above the bluenette’s hands.

"What's she doing?" Agnes said to herself softly as she saw Cruje’s hands light up. "That's no magic I've ever seen before."

Soon after the bluenette’s hands shone brightly, Agnes could see two glowing orbs suspended in the air near her foe. 

They… look like bad news… The pink haired woman thought, preparing to summon up a defensive spell.

But out of nowhere, Cruje flung the orbs at her and they began moving at such incredible speed Agnes saw no way of creating her defence in time. Abandoning her first plan, she dove off to dodge the attack, but to her horror those little black unknowns began chasing her.

Agnes made a sharp turn, hoping the balls would crash into a wall she very nearly missed, but the little magical orbs were just as responsive as her broom was, and swiftly turned and kept giving chase.

The pink haired girl then started climbing, only to dive right after and even spiralling downwards, thinking the spell her rival had sent after her might lose control and spin off.

But try as she might, Agnes couldn’t get away from the attack. Even worse, the orbs contained such speed they steadily gained ground, despite Agnes giving it all her broom had and hunkering down so low the handle was squeezing itself in between her breasts, parting them slightly.

The pinkette tried valiantly to increase the distance or disarm whatever those orbs were with whatever spells she could muster mid-flight, but eventually the light blue balls of magical power caught up to her. Agnes braced for the impact, but to her shock (and relief), they didn’t explode, or even made that hard a contact. Instead, the first orb gently landed on her right hand and began bubbling, transforming and expanding.

The little black orb began spreading out until it covered both her wrists and hands, where it settled to trap both her hands into what might as well have been a single large, sturdy mitten.  The feeling of this magic covering her hands was very strange to Agnes. It felt slightly warm, and the inside of this mitten seemed soft, almost as if there was velvet on the inside. But even if it felt a little cosy, it was obvious comfort was not this thing's main purpose. On the contrary, almost immediately Agnes realized this strange magic would be incredibly sturdy and probably very hard to remove.

A brief test confirmed for Agnes slipping her hands out was impossible as well, and when she began waving her arms to see if the strange magic could be wiped off, the second orb came into play. That one had firmly attached itself to her broom, and while Agnes had been busy figuring out what the first one was doing to her hands, that second little orb had snaked its way up to its partner and latched on, effectively attaching the pink haired woman's already sealed hands to her broom to take away even more of her freedom.

I-I can’t use my hands anymore! They’re stuck, and this stuff won’t come off.

The pink haired girl looked up in the direction of Cruje, a hint of panic shining through in her eyes.

Where did she get this magic? She shouldn’t have completed her training all that long ago, and this is definitely magic of an advanced kind… I mean I never even heard of a spell like this, let alone how to counter it. Did she research this just to get me in this precarious position?

Cruje practically somersaulted in the air at the sight of her magic spell working so perfectly, and the confused and slightly worried look on Agnes' face made her nearly attained victory all the richer.

I did it! My very first try and it landed spot on! My gosh I’m good!! That’s that silly Agnes nearly out of the game, she can forget about sending any physically gestured spells my way.

"Now, to pile it on." Cruje said eagerly under her breath as she raised her hands again and began summoning another orb. This one was meant to be placed over Agnes' mouth, to keep her from using vocal commands for spells, thus rendering her completely helpless. But that meant the orb had to land in exactly the right spot, and not spread so far it would cover Agnes' nose. Creating the orb exactly right verged a lot of concentration, and Agnes zooming around on her broom to dodge her didn't make things easier.

Because Agnes watched the third orb with worrying eyes. She started fidgeting to get out of her current bindings, but failed miserably. The gloopy, flexible matter trapping her hands felt quite malleable, and it stretched quite happily when Agnes pulled on it. Bud break or tear, that it would not do, and the pink haired magical girl found her hands remained uselessly trapped inside of the glove-like trap.

If that third orb makes it onto me, I won’t be able to do anything anymore I’m sure!

So she began flying around frantically to make targeting harder, and decided to increase distance a little in the hopes of Cruje backing off and giving her time to find a way out. 

“What’s wrong Agnes? Getting desperate?” The bluenette taunted as she began chasing after her whilst keeping the orb in check, though only just. “Not that I mind you buzzing around, I love a good chase!”

The younger of the two magical girls then halted her flight, and decided to divide the single focused orb into several more to make her rival’s life even more difficult.

Being chased by once again two orbs, Agnes really felt nervous now. She flew around at full speed, taking sharp turns just to stay out of reach of the zipping little balls of bondage. But then it hit her: A way to turn things around!

The pinkette made a looping in mid-air and dove straight for Cruje,  focusing her mind on timing her break-off as late as possible.

At first the blue haired magical girl feared Agnes was planning to ram her, and the sight of her rival storming for her, combined with her trying to keep yet another orb in the making in check, meant she couldn’t react quickly enough.

She’s gonna ram me?!

But before Cruje could even scramble and dodge, Agnes pulled up harshly and barely dodged her… One of the two orbs didn’t however, and slapped itself against Cruje’s knee, spreading out and locking her leg half bent.

“What in the-? So that’s what she planned!” The blue haired girl looked up at her fellow magical girl. “Pretty clever Agnes, almost enough to impress me!” She shouted, not even fazed by the fact her leg was now nearly immobile.

I’ll get rid of that blob after I take care of Agnes. I’ve gotta get her to pipe down before she starts thinking she has a shot at winning this. She thought annoyed, resuming her chase and trying to summon two more orbs in addition to the one still chasing her pink haired rival.

But Agnes had gotten a grasp on the orbs’ movements, and the longer the fight went on the better she got at dodging and redirecting the orbs to Cruje, be it with fancy flying or a carefully aimed spell to send the orbs off course.

“You’re becoming annoying Agnes!” Cruje snarled. “Just give up already, you know this is inevitable!” The bluenette shouted, sending even more orbs after the pink haired girl. Six blue balls were now flying around, more than Cruje had been steering even inside her room calmly sitting down.

The blue haired girl sensed the orbs weren’t responding as vividly as before, and if she’d had a clearer mind she would’ve realised she urgently needed to remove one or two to keep control of her own magic. But she had her sights set on Agnes and Agnes alone, and the two orbs closest to her.

Just a few more seconds, they’ll catch her any moment now and that’ll be the end of it. She won’t be able to fly anymore, and then I can easily slap another one on that big mouth of hers!

“It’s over Agnes! I’m claiming victory here, and I’ll be taking your r-MMHPPGGGFFF!!” The bluenette tried to say, only to be cut off mid-sentence by something gloopy sticking itself over her mouth.

It took her a few seconds to figure out what had happened, but when she did the bluenette nearly fell off her broom as the horror of her mistake sunk in. Instinctively, she began pawing at the still spreading substance to try and pull it off, even though she’d confirmed in her room this stuff wasn’t nearly that easy to remove.

So despite her efforts, the light blue soon to be gag began to cover the lower portion of her face from her cheeks down to her chin, sealing her lips shut by slightly drawing her face in. When the goop settled in place, it was stuck so tightly on her lower face it seemed like a second layer of skin, even showing a slight outline of her lips still.

NO WAY! IMPOSSIBLE! WHERE DID THAT ORB CAME FROM?!!

But she soon enough realized where from: Cruje had been to focused on Agnes and the two orbs nearest to her, meaning the other orbs became steerless and basically homed in on the object nearest to them. One hit a telephone pole, another the top branch of a tree. But the last orb, that had been closest to its creator, and happily latched itself onto her mouth.

The sudden mishap for from the bluenette formed a lucky break for Agnes. since the flustered Cruje no longer had any attention for her, it meant the two orbs that were left chasing her suddenly seemed to lose all interest and hit the side of a house she sheered past.

She halted her flight and looked down at her rival, who has also hovering mid-air and thrashing around on her broom, moaning loudly.

Strain as she might, Cruje couldn’t get her jaws to budge, meaning her lips remained firmly clamped shut.

"HMMMFF!!" She cried out in despair, and no  small amount of embarrassment.

I’ve got to get this thing off of me! I can’t dispel any bindings without my voice!

So the youngest of the two girls began struggling even more vigorously, pulling at the magically congealed gag with all her might, and even uttering the dispel command with her gag on. But as she feared, both routes led to a dead-end, as did trying to use other forms of magic to get rid of this sticky stuff covering her mouth.

That was one of the main reasons this magic was classified as ‘advanced’. Once in place, it was very hard to remove again by means other than the release command. After all, it was magic meant for restraining even magic users, so it had to be resistant to as many forms of magic as possible. This meant the binding spells themselves were difficult to control, and even a small error could cause disasters for the user… Which Cruje was now finding out the hard way, thanks to her overconfidence and lack of focus.

Having tried everything she could think of and failed, a cry of frustration escaped the blue haired mage.

Now what?! I can't undo the magic like this, and Agnes didn't seem to know it either!! How in the world did this happen? Such a fine state of affairs I created! I’ve got to get back control over the situation, before Agnes finds out what’s up.

Angry with herself more than anything, the bluenette begins wracking her brain to think of another way out.

Seeing her rival so quiet and docile all of a sudden proved to Agnes what she’d assumed the second that binding orb landed on Cruje: the blue haired magical girl had fumbled up her plan. But what the magical governess of Wonderland had not yet realized, was the scale of her rival’s mistake, or how much it had worsened her mood. 

The pink haired neared her younger fellow mage.  “U-Uhm, Cruje, seeing as your plan didn’t exactly work out like it was supposed to, how about we call a truce for now and work together on turning around this predicament?” Agnes offered with a kind smile, thinking it would help soothe the bluenette, maybe even form the first step to building a bridge and forgetting this animosity.

She couldn’t have been more wrong.

The blue haired magical girl’s eyes shot wide open. 

She’s offering to make up with me?! To HELP me? I don’t need help! I’m still the one in control here, she can’t even MOVE properly for pete’s sake! 

“Mmm mmce (A truce)?! Hmm mmaere oo (How dare you)!” She screamed offended.

The pink haired girl backed off instantly, startled at her outstretched hand being slapped away, and even more so by the enraged look in Cruje’s eyes. 

“aimm mm mmu mm mm mrgh mmr! (I’ll show you who’s in charge here!)” Cruje mumbled through her clenched jaws as she began summoning even more orbs, completely forgoing reasoning or focus  but letting her temper rule her actions.

Naturally, the jumbled up words and erratic gestures backfired completely, causing a hail of binding spells to begin zipping around the area and slamming into various objects, including the two young women.

The two girls squealed and squirmed as more bindings began trapping them, but no matter what they tried they were forced to sit on their brooms helplessly as the tiny blue orbs began forming into their restraints.

Within minutes, both girls were so tightly bound there was hardly anything left for them to do:

In addition to her already impenetrable gag, both of Cruje’s hands had ended up trapped in mitten like bindings, just as sturdy and unforgiving as her gag, leaving them useless and unable to even grip her wand or the hold of her broom.

On top of that, one of her legs had become trapped into a frogtie position, making it especially hard for the bluenette to even remained balanced on her broom. 

If the situation wasn’t so dire, her wobbling and squealing would’ve seemed quite comical.

Agnes’ hands had already been strapped to her broom to begin with, but thanks to Cruje’s tantrum even more bindings had latched onto her arms, forcing them together in front of her body, so close that her elbows were nearly touching. This incidentally was also forcing her to push up her own chest, accentuating her already decent bust.

The pinkette’s legs hadn’t escaped scot free either. Somehow one orb each had made it to each of her knees, but to make things worse those fiendish blue heaps of magical goop began merging towards each other, pulling Agnes’ legs toward each other until her ankles were crossed, effectively trapping the magical governess on her own broom.

As the bindings started moulding into place, Agnes couldn’t help but let out small mewls of despair as she felt her balance slipping away. 

I can barely stay upright now, flying will be a nightmare! I have to get my legs free, or both me and Cruje won’t stand a chance at making it to a safer place!

Agnes began wriggling even more fiercely, struggling as hard as her precarious position on her broom allowed.

She began shaking her hands inside glove binding and kicking her leg as hard as she could trying to free it and steer the broom easier. Her wriggles were so wild it made her chest bounce up and down as well as whip up her already short skirt, revealing each and every one of her wonderful assets. But the pinkette persevered, even when she felt her body feeling slightly hot inside due to her arms rubbing up her breasts and her groin sliding up and down her broom handle.

But no matter how long she kept up her efforts, and suppressed the warm feeling bubbling up inside her groin, she was still getting nowhere fast. Not even magic was any good in dispelling the weird substance trapping her. 

Meanwhile, her rival wasn’t having any more luck in making progress. She too had failed in every attempt to get out of the restraints she herself had summoned.

Of course, the bluenette did know of one more way to turn things around: The vocal command. But with her mouth sealed, the only other way left would be to provide it to Agnes. Except there were two problems for that:

One, her hands were trapped into fists so she had no real way left to transfer the vocal command over to Agnes.

And two, Cruje was still unable to let go of her pride and ask for Anges' help.

As they kept struggling, the two young girls gently lowered themselves to a lower altitude for safety’s sake. On their way down, their eyes crossed frequently, but every attempt at Agnes to make contact was slapped away by a wildly blushing Cruje, who was beginning to feel more embarrassed with every passing second.

I still can’t belief how this could have happened. And how do I fix this? Am I really going to have to rely on Agnes of all people?!

When they had neared the ground to within a few feet, Agnes approached her rival slowly, trying to maintain her balance on the suddenly awfully shaky feeling broom. "Are you trying to dispel these sticky bindings?"

The bluenette glared at her. "Hmm (Yes)." She admitted reluctantly.

"Then let me help. It's clear to see something went wrong here, Cruje."

The younger of the two magical girls began blushing even brighter. "M-mh mp. Ai mm oo mmz ai-mmf. (S-shut up. I can do this myself)." She replied, resuming her thrashing around, leaning forward and trying to rub the gag off her mouth by using the broom handle. Sadly, her limited movement and grip made it quite hard to keep her balance, and before she knew it, she began slipping off sideways.

"MMMPPG (Kyaaa!!)" Cruje squeaked, only to be caught and supported back onto her broom by a swift acting Agnes.

"Look Cruje, just admit it. I can't get out, you can't get out. We're both stuck. The only way out is working together."

"Hmmmr." The bluenette grunted, her face red as a strawberry at just now. How did I end up at the mercy of my rival's goodwill? This is so embarrassing! I can’t believe how stupid I’ve been.

Despite feeling like she'd rather sink through the floor from shame, Cruje nodded at the pinkette. "Hmm mmd mhd mm mai rmm (We should head to my room)." The youngest of the two girls suggested, figuring her spell book was their best chance at the moment.

Even though Agnes knew this situation wasn't a laughing matter, and that Cruje was probably feeling bad enough as it is, she still had trouble hiding her grin at hearing her opponent mumble a sentence together.

"Hrmm. Hrmm.” She cleared her throat. “C-Could you repeat that please, Cruje? I-I'm afraid I didn't quite catch all of it." She said, trying her best to stifle her chuckles.

"HMMRRR!!" The blue haired shouted angrily. "Mm Mmff !! (Don't Laugh!!)"

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean too." The pinkette replied, still shaking a little from hiding her laughter.

"Mmmf" Cruje finally grunted, after which she began one of her slowest flights ever, struggling to stay up in the air and on top of her broom as she led her pink haired fellow mage to her room. Agnes was doing no better in flying however, with her hands locked together and her legs pinned around the broom, scraping her thighs and womanly sanctum against the stiff wooden rod, making her slightly hot inside (though she managed to hide it from the bluenette flying beside her).

The two young women needed to work hard just to remain in the air, often having to correct one another to keep them from falling off. If Cruje hadn’t been so adamant about overthrowing Agnes, you might have thought they were teammates.

More than a few people spotted the odd couple’s flight through the air, but nobody questioned it. In the end they were just happy no spells were flying around town for the moment, and their houses and shops weren’t being wildly redecorated by the second.

Eventually, Agnes and Cruje made it to the former’s room. The blue haired girl thanked the stars for her impatience in going after Agnes earlier, as it meant her window was still open and the two could gently manoeuvre themselves inside.

“Pfeww.” Agnes sighed as she landed on her own two feet, though unsteady due to the way the magical restraints forced them. “Finally made it here, now how do we proceed?”

But the bluenette shook her head. “Urs o oaf oo err oo mm oo mml mt ee mm aim may mmr ai mml mm mm mm-uu-mm. Mm mmai ee urs, mm moormmf. Gt mt? (First you have to swear to me you will let me out right away after I tell you the solution. You untie me first, then yourself. Got it?)” She spoke slowly, trying to make each word as clear as possible to underline her demand.

The pink haired woman nodded quietly. “If one of us can be trusted, it’s me Cruje. I’m not the one who created this mess after all, I’m just trying to get you to understand my position.” 

The younger of the two girls frowned. Even now she’s lecturing me. Typical old hag behaviour. I’ll be happy to be out of my bonds again soon… Just you wait, the second you turn your back, I’m slapping a gag over that annoying mouth of yours. Knowing the release command won’t do her any good if her mouth is locked up. Gosh I even amaze myself with my brilliance sometimes!

The bluenette pointed her mittened hand at the a shelf containing several books. “E ig mue mm. Mms mme bk ai mmr mm mml mm. (The big blue one. That’s the book I learned the spell from).”

Agnes hopped over to the book case, and with quite a lot of effort managed to knock several books down from the shelf with the tip of the broom stuck between her legs.

After that the blue haired mage hobbled over and kneeled down beside the book to flick the pages, since Cruje knew where the page they needed was, and Agnes’ hands were more useless than her rival’s too.

After what seemed like hours, the right page was finally lying open and Agnes began studying it.

“Hmm, so that’s the release spell… Pretty complicated. I wonder who created this magic tome… Maybe it’s mentioned on the back”

“Hmmrr! Mm nmmw (Not now)!” Cruje complained, she wanted out. NOW!

Agnes turned to Cruje. “Alright, you are right I suppose.” She admitted, after which she untied herself.

“Hmr?” The blue haired girl grumbled through her gag. That wasn’t the agreement! You were supposed to untie me first Agnes!

“Right then, now you Cruje.”

The bluenette smiles through her gag, breathing a sigh of relief at hearing those liberating words. She had finally reached the end of this humiliating debacle.

Or so she thought… 

Sadly for her, Agnes was not yet done: 

“Now you Cruje.” She opened with. “Seeing as you are still young and apparently less experienced than you care to admit, You need a lecture. It has become obvious to me that, despite your claims at being a prodigy, you are still lacking. You have much room for improvement, both in how you treat those around you, and in how to properly use magic, especially the kind that’s too advanced for you.”

The pinkette walked over to her younger fellow mage. “That is why I will not untie you before I have shown you what you need to see.”

"Hmm oo mmsid! (But you promised!)" The bluenette shouted offended.

"I had my fingers crossed." The pinkette replied playfully.

"Mrr mmgrs rr ck mm imms! Oo oummd mms mm! (Your fingers were stuck in mittens! You couldn't cross them.)" The bluenette retorted furiously.

"Well I'm still not letting you go." Agnes replied in a childing manner. "I've been trying for so long to get you to understand what is so important about this town, and now I can finally show you without you resisting me."

“Hm mmr mm! Mmr mmin mm mmeese mm mmn mmd mm emm mm m mmai mm!! (No you’re not! You’re going to release me and get the hell out of my room!!)” Cruje tried to bellow, but her clamped down jaws let by nothing more than a mumbled whisper.

Her rant was accompanied by a furious burst of fidgeting and thrashing around. But not only did her bindings remain strict and inescapable as ever, her hobbled up leg made her lose her balance and fall on her side.

The fall itself seemed to pass in slow motion to the bluenette, and her eyes widened as she felt her body give in to gravity, and land on the floor with a loud ‘Thud!’

“HMMMRRR!!”

“Are you okay?” Agnes asked startled, picking up the bluenette, but getting nothing but a piercing glare back for her effort.

“Good, so you’re not hurt. Well then let’s be off.” The pink haired woman said as she climbed upon her broom and dragged the younger of the two girls outside with her (despite her furious protests at not wanting to be seen STILL tied up!).

But Cruje had no say in the matter, and ended up joining her rival in another cruise along town, filled with Agnes’ many remarks and anecdotes about how lovely a town this truly was. Not that she was paying any attention, Cruje was far too focused on keeping out of view as best as possible, and suppressing her blush as she tried to stop thinking about what exactly was going on:

Having planned to overthrow her rival with a newly acquired spell, she ended up bound by her own magic when it ran away from her, and was now being dragged against her will across a town she didn’t like by a girl she truly despised… Except for the weather, this day was going about as bad as it could’ve possibly gone!!

The bluenette didn’t cease her escape attempt for a second, but no matter what she tried she didn’t make any progress. The mittens keeping her hands in check wouldn’t budge, and the spell covering her mouth wasn’t coming loose either no matter how hard she rubbed. Try as she might, she couldn’t think of anything she hadn’t tried before to liberate herself: wriggling, mumbling the release words, summoning magic,… all of those plans had turned out useless. Her only real shot was Agnes, and she was far too busy showing her the town.

When the ‘tour’ had reached its third hour, Cruje had become so desperate she had actually started considering just bowing down and asking to be freed. But it would seem that even if she were to grovel, Agnes would probably not even notice. The pink haired governess was far too caught up pointing out pretty spots of the town and droning on and on about its beauty, and how it should be preserved exactly the way her mother made it. The blue haired magical girl had the sneaking suspicion that she would have to do something akin to falling off her broom before she’d catch Agnes’ attention again, not that that prospect seemed very appealing. 

Agnes, hurry up and let me out of this darn it! I don’t care about this stupid town, how many times haven’t I told you that! Are you getting senile now too?!! 

The bluenette insulted her rival non-stop in her mind, throwing out any rant she could think of, mainly to give herself something else to do other than listen to Agnes’ lectures.

After yet another hour of flying around and pointing out various ‘pretty spots’, Agnes finally landed herself and Cruje on a hilltop at the edge of town, underneath a beautifully cherry blossom tree. It was her favourite spot in all of wonderland, because the hilltop have you an overview of the entire town, with the sun setting in the background and colouring the sky a bright pink colour, much like the cherry blossoms they were standing underneath.

“Well, that was about everything there was to see in Wonderland.” She concluded as she turned to the bluenette. “Did you enjoy yourself a little in the end?”

ENJOY?! I’ve been dragged around BOUND AND GAGGED you silly woman! Cruje thought furiously, but she managed to hide her rage and nod calmly.

The pinkette grew a bright smile. “Perfect! I knew we would come to understand each other if you just took the time to listen.”

Agnes then finally released her younger fellow mage with the vocal command she had learned from the spell book. "I hope you finally understand my feelings regarding this town." She then added as she turned round to watch the sunset.

…She shouldn’t have done that…

Because after a moment of stretching every part of her body that had been trapped so tightly for over half a day, the blue haired magical girl fired another pair of blobs at the turned back of her rival.

“Wha-?!” Agnes cried out in shock as two orbs took hold of her wrists and began pulling backwards to join into one behind her back. “Cruje, what is the meaning of th-mmmff!”

“No more talking.” The bluenette interrupted by means of another blob landing on Agnes’ face, moulding itself so it covered the entire lower half of face (like a balaclava pulled down), much like Cruje had had to suffer, but even more strict and thick to completely muffle every sound.

And Cruje wasn’t even close to done yet: She added another orb around her rival’s elbows, trapping them so close together that the touched and forcing Agnes to thrust out and accentuate her already well-endowed chest.

“Hmmf!” The pink haired mage cried out in embarrassment and pain, but she was utterly ignored by Cruje who guided the orbs to force her rival over underneath the sakura tree.

Then, by means of two more binding spells she latched Agnes’ wrists to an overhanging branch to force the governess into a strict strappado position, making her breasts swing seductively in their barely supportive outfit. The last spell was used to force her knees together, leaving the already helpless pink haired girl with some limited leg movement on top of her already strict predicament

This  is so embarrassing! Look at how I’m standing here. What if someone walks by?! But what do I do?? I can’t get out on my own, and Cruje made sure I can’t use any vocal commands!

Despite instantly realizing she had no chance, Agnes still began a valiant escape effort: Shaking her arms to try and dislodge the wrist or elbow bindings or even pull the strappado down a little to increase her comfort, kicking her legs to try and get the wrapping around her knees undone and get some decent footing…

The pink haired governess tried to break free with all her might, grunting and crying out in frustration as she felt the gag lock her jaw tightly shut and keep her from producing any other sounds. But sadly  for her, the only results her struggles produced was tiring herself out, and swinging all of her assets around alluringly for anyone who would happen to walk past. Thanks to the strappado, even a light twitch made her breasts swing left and right slowly, making the pinkette blush bright red at the feel of her bosom being so badly on display. Her hips were no different, thanks to the skimpy skirt and her hobbled up knees, every time she tried to kick her legs she ended up shaking them around, giving her surroundings a good look at her hourglass figure. Not exactly the results she was hoping for, but they pleased Cruje nonetheless.

"You hang around here for the rest of the evening while I redecorate the town." She gloated at the sight of finally having triumphed over her captor.

Cruje then got on her broom and flew off, but suddenly paused mid-air. She looked around at Agnes, who had now also ceased struggling for a moment and looked up at the bluenette.

Cruje’s smirk turned into a frown. “T-Thank you for keeping me safe during the flights. In return, I won’t take away your ring when I get back. And I won’t use this magic anymore, you at least showed me that much.” She admitted grudgingly. “But don’t think that changes anything! I’m not giving  up on taking your place!”

Agnes just sighed as she sees Cruje take off. Children can be a lot of hard work, and the messes they make are even worse. I wonder what happened to make her like this? So… mischievous and precocious. 

The pinkette sighed again. I’m pretty sure it’s useless, but I can’t very well hang around here helplessly. I must try and escape, the earlier I get out the less damage I’ll need to repair!

She resumed her frantic escape attempt, but as she had feared: these bindings were just as effective (in fact they felt even more ‘professional’) than the first set. She didn’t stand a chance in escaping this on her own.

If it had been ropes, perhaps she could have searched for knots to pick. Tape is something you can rub relentlessly hoping it’ll come off. Even handcuffs provide you with a fighting chance if they’re not locked down to tight. But a bunch of magical goop, how in the world to you pull yourself free from that?! Especially if it has been applied so expertly.

I shouldn’t be surprised, she was chosen to be the next manager of this town after all, she’s a quick study… But that doesn’t help me one bit! She thought defeated, already a heavy heart when she began imagining the amount of transforming she'd have to do to revert the town back to its normal state after Cruje was done with it.

This was definitely not how she’d seen this day end: Helplessly tied up underneath a tree on her favourite spot in wonderland, forced to look upon Wonderland lighting up in random places, seeing it get altered with every wave of Cruje’s wand.

Whoever intended this magic really messed up making the release a vocal command only! Agnes thought annoyed as she once again began wriggling around and racking her brain in search of another way to make some progress.

Or perhaps… they were a greater genius than either of the girls could appreciate…