Witch Mage and the Swordsman’s Body Swap Story (Script) (Pixiv Fanbox)

Story Script

Swordsman brings rare material to the Witch Mage living in a remote forest on the edge of town.

Swordsman: “Witch? Are you home?”

Swordsman: “I brought what you asked for. Took three days to sneak it out of that dragon’s nest.”

She’s happy to receive it and offers payment but he declines, citing he’d rather she’s in his debt so she’s more inclined to help him in an emergency.

Witch: “Am I home? Where else do you think I’d be?”

Witch: “Hmm, Blaze ores like these are hard to come by. What do I owe you?

Witch: “I can pay you in gold or is there something else you’d prefer?”

Swordsman: “Keep it. I’d rather you owe me. Makes it easier to ask for a favor when I need one.”

She dismisses his poor opinion of her with her arms crossed and an annoyed expression.

Witch: “Do you really think I’m that heartless I’d refuse you if you asked?”

Swordsman: “Yes.”

Witch: “Your opinion of me is truly flattering.”

He mentions his intention to solo raid a certain dungeon, she warns him against it, suggesting he goes with a priest or mage as it’s very likely he’ll encounter curses inside the dungeon.

Swordsman: “I’m planning on heading to the Hollow’s Grave dungeon tomorrow, alone. So I’d like the insurance.”

Witch: “Alone? That place is notorious for its dark magic and curses. You should at least take a priest or a mage with you.”

He points out it’s difficult to find anyone due to the difficulty of the dungeon and his own poor reputation as the witch’s minion. She informs him that it’s his own fault for not leaving her alone that he’s now associated with her.

Swordsman: “Hard to find volunteers. The place is dangerous enough and thanks to you, I’ve got a reputation as a witch’s lackey.”

Witch: “Your reputation is hardly my fault. It’s you who chooses to visit me whenever you’re in town.”

Witch: “I am quite happy living here peacefully, alone.”

He leaves saying someone has to keep her company, heading off to the dungeon.

Swordsman: “Well, someone’s gotta keep you company out here.”

Witch: “…Idiot.”

Cuts to inside Dungeon.

He defeats monsters, Goblins lunging at him with crude weapons.

Swordsman: “Pathetic. Not even worth breaking a sweat.”

He wipes his blade, steps deeper and comes across an ugly totem. The light reveals a crude, grotesque totem carved from human bones and rotting wood.

Swordsman: “What in the hells is this eyesore…?”

It’s poor taste puts him in a bad mood and so he destroys it.

Swordsman: “Disgusting creatures… No wonder she calls this place cursed.”

It places him under a curse, noticeable by the sudden fever he feels. He staggers, a hand to his head as fever and dizziness overwhelm him.

Swordsman: “…Tch. Damn it. I should’ve listened to her.”

Wiping his forehead and realising his mistake of ignoring her warning and not being more careful, he decides to visit her for help.

Swordsman: “Looks like I’ll be paying her another visit, If anyone can lift this… it’s her.”

Cuts back to her house, the swordsman appears from the forest, struggling to walk.

Swordsman: “Finally… made it…”

She notices him approaching from the window and rushes to his side, berating him for not listening to her.

Witch: “Idiot! I told you not to go alone!”

She asks what happened and he explains he broke a totem and started feeling feverish, which has continued to get worse over time.

Witch: “What happened?”

Swordsman: “Found… some ugly totem. Smashed it. Right after… fever hit me. Won’t stop.”

Witch: “Moron! That wasn’t decoration, it was a cursed trap.

She explains the fever is a sign the curse failed to activate correctly, causing him a “magical overload fever”. She warns he may die in his current state if nothing is done. He asks what they need to do and she warns it’s difficult.

Witch: “A fever means the curse failed to activate correctly. Your body’s overloading as the curse repeatedly tries to activate.”

Swordsman: “…Overloading?”

Witch: “Yes. Your body’s rejecting the dark magic. If we do nothing, it’ll burn you alive from the inside.”

Swordsman: “Then tell me what we do.”

Witch: “…Neither option is simple.”

Either the curse needs to activate or it must be dispelled, but the latter requires knowing what the curse is, which is currently impossible to determine.

Witch: “Either we force the curse to finish activating… or we dispel it entirely. Dispelling is easy… when you know what it is.”

Swordsman: “…And right now, we don’t?”

Witch: “You’re not dead or a frog, so there’s not even a slight clue.”

The witch mage suggests she takes control of the curse and activates it. It may also affect her but a safe activation will make it possible to lift and stop his fever.

Witch: “If I take control of the curse and force it to activate, it should relieve your fever. It may afflict me too but it’s safer leaving you to roast alive.”

He tries to refuse her offer, not wanting to put her at risk but she jokes he should have listened to begin with and not put her in his debt.

Swordsman: “No. I won’t drag you down with me.”

Witch: “Then you shouldn’t have smashed cursed relics. And you certainly shouldn’t have put me in your debt.”

She starts casting a spell to overwrite the curse's ownership and makes a light joke that if it was a lethal curse, he would already have perished.

Witch: “Relax, You're still alive so it’s not a true death curse.”

He asks if that means the curse has an unmet condition and she says that’s likely.

Swordsman: “So…Why didn’t it activate? Does it have some condition it’s waiting for?”

Witch: “Most likely, or it’s just too weak to cause you any real harm.”

The curse activates, and both of their bodies start to glow before their souls are lifted from their bodies, causing them to pass out.

Swordsman: “What the?!”

Witch: “Damn it!”

The swordsman wakes up, finding his face pressed against the dirt ground with something large and soft covering the light from his head and a strange heaviness from his chest pulling him down. He pushes the large hat back clumsily.

Swordsman: “Ugh… heavy… can’t breathe…”

Disoriented, he sits up, steading the large hat now sat atop of his head. His hand resting atop of the soft thighs that weren’t his own.

Swordsman: “…Why does my body feel so… wrong?”

He tries to look down and see what he’s touching but his view is blocked by large breasts protruding from his chest.

Swordsman: “W-what the hell…? No… no way.”

Bending over further, he lifts the long silk skirt with his new smooth and thin fingers confirming what he suspected.

Swordsman: …Since when do I wear this? These aren’t… mine.”

He shivers as he realises his form (body) has been swapped with the witch mages as he gropes her chest and inadvertently reveals her underwear to the viewer.

Swordsman: “…No. No, this isn’t possible. This is… her body. Miss Witch’s..”

Swordsman: “Damn it. That curse… it must have swapped us.”

Witch Mage wakes up inside his former body and is equally confused by the situation.

Witch: “Nnnh… Why do I feel… heavy? I feel like I’m wearing a boulder…”

The swordsman manages to get to his feet and tries to offer her a hand to stand but finds her body has no strength to lift his heavy body.

Swordsman: “You’re awake! I… I think the curse, erm… here, take my, uh… your hand.”

Swordsman: “Hhh, why won’t you move?!”

Witch: “…Because you are me, and I can’t lift what you used to.”

Both now standing, Witchmage starts patting down her new body. Meanwhile, the swordsman struggles to adapt to her body, unsure how to stand without focusing on her erotic body.

Witch: “So… my body’s now yours… this is just.. Perfect. A brute’s shell.”

Swordsman: “…I liked this better when it was just a fever.”

Swordsman: “Every step feels wrong… light, unsteady. And… damn it. Soft.”

Witchmage determines the curse was interrupted because he killed the caster before being affected, the curse required two targets to activate and thus failed until she became the second one.

Witch: “The curse wasn’t complete because you killed the caster before activating it. So it overloaded because it needed two targets.”

Witch: “Then when I took control of it, I became the second. That’s why it bound us together.”

Concerned by the sloppiness of the curse, she fears their souls may be in danger of passing on if not stabilised quickly. Swordsman questions how they can do that and she responds abruptly and seriously with “SEX.”

Swordsman: “…So what happens if it stays like this?”

Witch: “Our souls… might be rejected and fade out entirely, if we don’t stabilize them.”

Swordsman: “Then how do we stabilize it?”

Witch: “A binding ritual …Sex.”

Witch: “We must force our souls to adapt into their new vessels.”

Witch: “Our current bodies.”

Witch: “If we had time… I would make a magic ritual alternative, but we don’t.”

Witch: “If we aren’t quick, we may fade away before we know it.

The swordsman tries to back away but she quickly approaches and pulls down his underwear to thigh height and crouches down to look how wet he is.

Swordsman: “H-Hey, hold on! This isn’t… this isn’t normal!”

Witch: “Stop squirming.”

She assures him her body is easily turned on, (view from behind her legs, seeing his face looking inside her steamy panties.) so they should be able to have sex quickly. Looking down, he retorts that's not the issue.

Witch: “My body’s still reacting normally so this shouldn’t take long.”

Swordsman: “That’s not the problem!”

Questioning why she isn’t bothered by any of this. She starts stripping off his armor and questions why she should be bothered by her own body.

Swordsman: “Why aren’t you bothered by any of this?!”

Witch: “Why should I be? It’s my body. You’re just borrowing it.”

Witch: “This is survival. Awkwardness won’t matter if our souls fade away.”

Swordsman: “Gods above… she’s serious. She really means to go through with this.”

She pushes him into her house and bedroom, citing they shouldn’t stall.

Witch: “We’re wasting time. Every moment risks our souls being rejected.”

Swordsman: “Wait, wait—this isn’t something you just decide in two seconds!”

She pushes him down onto the bed and admits to lacking experience in this, and hopes the swordsman can lead with his experience.

Witch: “I’ll admit it… I’ve never done this before. I have no experience. You lead.”

Swordsman: “That’s not how this works! I don’t have… I’ve… never been on this side of it!”

She pops open his top, exposing her breasts whilst he clarifies that he doesn’t have experience from this side. She pulls out his penis and says it should be about the same.

Witch: “Then improvise. It should be about the same.”

Swordsman: “About the same?!”

Swordsman: “You make it sound like swinging a sword.”

Witch: “And you sound like a man stalling.”

She lines it up with her former pussy and asks if this is right. He starts to respond, saying it is but before he can finish, she thrusts inside.

Witch: “Alignment seems correct. Is this right?”

Swordsman: “It… it should be, yes, but-”

Witch: “Then stop talking.”

Sex ensues with him questioning everything that’s happening and her eager to finish it but unsure how far is enough.

Swordsman: This is insane. I shouldn’t be feeling… this.. And not in her body. Not like this.

Witch: “We just need to finish. That should stabilize us.”

Swordsman: “Finish? You mean cum? You’re really treating this like finishing a spell!”

Witch: “Stop over thinking it, this.. Is just.. a ritual. Your hesitation is what’s making it worse.”

Swordsman: “I can’t stop writhing… every thrust makes me shake, her whole body shivers. It shouldn’t feel this good. It feels so wrong… but her body wants it so badly.”

Witch: “Strange… It's warm. Too warm. That must mean it’s working.”

Swordsman: “Or it means we shouldn’t be doing this!”

Witch: “Would you rather your soul disappears? Stop questioning and endure.”

Swordsman: “Endure, she says… Gods, how can she sound so calm when it feels-”

Witch: “…This… this much should be enough, shouldn’t it? Or do we need more?”

Swordsman: “How am I supposed to know? It’s your idea!”

Witch: “Then we keep going… until our souls react. That’s all that matters.”

Post sex, they begin to clean up the room. Swordsman is awkwardly covering himself, feeling embarrassed whilst Witchmage questions why he’s trying to hide her body from her.

Witch: “What are you doing?”

Swordsman: “…Covering up.”

Witch: “That’s my body you’re hiding from me.”

Swordsman: “All the more reason! It feels… wrong.”

Witch: “Strange logic, considering what we just did.”

Swordsman questions if things progressed too fast (their relationship) but witchmage interrupts, stating her intention to enter the same dungeon he did to find the curse again. Swordsman rejects the idea, saying it would be suicide in their current bodies.

Swordsman: “…Don’t you think this all went too fast?”

Witch: “We don’t have time for sentiment. You said you broke a totem? I’m going back into that dungeon.”

Swordsman: “Absolutely not! In our state, that’s suicide.”

Witchmage questions if he’d rather spend the rest of his life in her body. Swordsman would rather they return but repeats himself that they would never make it because they wouldn’t be able to fight the monsters in each other's bodies.

Witch: “Would you rather remain like this for the rest of your life?”

Swordsman: “…No. Of course not.”

Witch: “Then the path is obvious.”

Swordsman: “No, it isn’t. You don’t understand… I don’t have the strength to swing that body’s sword. And you can’t cast spells in mine. We’d be slaughtered before the second floor.”

Witch: “…So what do you propose, then?”

Swordsman: “…I just don’t want us walking to our deaths.”

Witchmage thinks for a moment before suggesting that they teach each other how to fight with their new bodies. Even if it takes moments, they should be able to get to a good enough level to traverse the dungeon safely as a party together.

Witch: “…Then we teach each other.

Witch: “You’ll teach me to use a sword with this heavy frame. I’ll teach you to wield magic in mine. Even if it takes months, we’ll reach a point where we can survive the dungeon together.”

Swordsman: “Months of training… just to get back to being ourselves.”

Witch: “Better months of patience than a lifetime trapped in the wrong flesh.”

The swordsman looks at his current body and questions if he would really be able to use her strong magic. She assures him that it is possible and he agrees, saying it’s the most realistic idea.

Swordsman (glancing down at his slender hands): “…You really think I could handle magic?”

Witch: “With the right instruction, yes. My body already knows how. You just have to learn to use it.”

Swordsman: “…It’s the most realistic idea we’ve got.”

Witch: “Then it’s settled.”

Epilogue with them teaching each other.

The swordsman, in her body, plants her feet wide and mutters incantations. Sparks flicker at her fingertips before fizzling out, leaving him scowling in irritation.

Meanwhile, the witch mage, in his body, grips his sword. Her stance is awkward at first, hips tilted wrong, balance is off. He, in her body, notices and he tries to guide her into the ready pose of a fighter.

Swordsman: “You’re leaning forward too much, You’ll fall flat if you try to swing.”

Witch: “And you’re too focused on the words. Imagine what you’re trying to do and my body will do the rest.”

Swordsman: “Easy for you to say when you’re not the one tripping over a skirt…”

They glance at each other, both feeling equally ridiculous in their mismatched bodies. A moment passes between them, as they smile with determination.

THE END