Non-Directional Lover

by Derringer Meryl

Marisa has always had a bit of a thing for her friends, but after coming away from a magical mishap anatomically incorrect those feelings are resurfacing with a perverted twist. After weeks of trying to cope with things alone her rampant perversions finally find a very unexpected outlet, and get her tangled up with a certain gap-lurker to solve an incident only her unique body can.

3. Overdue Returns

III: Overdue Returns

For a single, agonizing second Marisa could actually feel her flesh splitting, a horrible burning pain that made her body jerk back to consciousness. She convulsed with a heavy thump against the hard floor of the real shrine, eyes snapping open and chest heaving as if she'd awoken from a nightmare. Immediately she ran her hands over her midsection, expecting to see a bloody rent in her dress. There wasn't one, but she yanked up her skirts anyways and ran her hands over her bare stomach, her nearly panicked breathing slowly subsiding as her mind confirmed her body's safety.

Of course she was okay. She'd been dreaming. But damn had it hurt! The flesh of her belly crawled uncomfortably, a faint echo of the terrible pain she'd only felt for a mere moment. She let out the breath she'd been holding as a heavy sigh, and closed her eyes as she tried to stabilize her rapidly beating heart.

When she opened them again, something a little more disturbing than crawling flesh made itself apparent. She was rock hard, her uncomfortable underclothes sporting a fat dark spot where precum had soaked in. She glared at the bulge expectantly, as if it would explain itself.

"What the hell's wrong with me?" She asked it, but somebody else answered.

"I've got a couple ideas."

Marisa flinched and banged her head on the floor again as she tilted it up to see Reimu sitting at her little table with a glass of water. She had her chin in her hand with her usual look of disinterest.

"M-mornin' Reimu," Marisa said as casually as her quavering voice would allow. She tried to laugh, but it came out as a nervous mutter as she clumsily smoothed her dress down and bent her knees to hide her erection. "So uh, how long ya been sittin' there?" Her eyes flickered to look at anything but the mask of apathy that was Reimu's expression. It was obvious the miko had seen, but how was she staying so calm?

"Long enough to know you have some pretty weird dreams," Reimu replied. She took a slow sip at her water without looking away from the witch lying on her floor with a hard-on, nor did she show any sign she was aware of said witch's abnormality. She couldn't be that ignorant, right? Marisa could only hope.

"Nightmare's more like it," the shaken magician said, closing her eyes and swallowing hard.

Yukari. It was all Yukari's fault. Marisa was willing to help so wasn't that enough? But the haughty youkai had to offer herself up, had to make things even more complicated, all the while wearing that cocky, overconfident smirk like she was doing Marisa a favor. What had she expected? The girl she'd just got done torturing to forget instantly? Just jump into her arms and make love?

Hell no. Marisa had said as much. But she should have known what would happen. She was just saying the sharpest things she could think of, upset at being manipulated and held captive in her own head. In truth, she was a little scared of the sadistic youkai, but the anger Yukari had expressed the first time Marisa hinted at disliking her should have been warning enough not to make the same mistake twice.

"I'm sorry you feel that way," the now twice-spurned youkai said with a sigh. "I suppose I'll have to let you go then." She looked up slowly, wearing a sharp smile with nothing but malice behind her eyes. "I'll even help you back to the waking world!" In the next instant she flew forward, a red blur in her pseudo-shrine maiden outfit, and then her hand was inside Marisa's stomach. And Marisa could actually feel it, if only for a brief moment. She remembered trying to stumble backwards but being held in place by Yukari's other hand. That and the terrifying creature's evil grin, almost hidden in a cascade of her long golden hair.

"You wanna talk about it?" Reimu's voice made Marisa's eyes snap open, the unpleasant recollection giving way to the slightly less unpleasant feeling of being cornered. She sat up slowly and crossed her legs, facing Reimu but still unable to look at her.

"Ahh, nah. I'll be alright," she replied. Maybe Eirin would take her as a psych patient. Running away from home and having issues with your folks was one thing, but being tortured and stabbed by a thousand year old youkai was a whole different level of trauma.

"You sure? There isn't anything you want to, oh I dunno, tell me?" Marisa thought she heard a smile in Reimu's voice, but when she looked up she only got the typical apathetic glare tinted with the hint of a scowl.

"Um," was all the witch could manage, looking to the side and then up at the ceiling. "Nope," she decided, her gaze coming back down to Reimu. "Can't think'a nothin'."

"Then let me ask you a question," Reimu began. She paused for a moment, briefly glancing at Marisa's legs. "Why can't you just be honest with me?"

"About what exactly?" Marisa feigned ignorance, her face rapidly heating up. This was it. There was no getting out of this one.

"Seriously?" huffed the shrine maiden. "I'm almost offended. As embarrassing as it is, I care about you, you black-white idiot."

Marisa's eyes widened. Was that affection? "Yer sober right?" she asked, sitting up and eying her angry friend skeptically. Reimu almost never let her feelings show, let alone sentimental ones. "Oh, I get it. That ain't water is it? Lil' early, don'tcha think?"

Reimu just sighed. "Look, I've known about your— about that for a while now. You can't hide something like that when you end up passed out drunk here more often than you sleep in your own bed." Her expression changed from an irritated scowl to one of concern. "You can tell me anything, Marisa."

"Wait, what the hell's goin' on? Why're you lookin' at me like that?" Panic shot the cornered magician through, tinged with indignation at Reimu's misplaced concern. That uncaring, unfeeling girl had never ever said anything so— so mushy. "I trust you'n all but—" A little part of Marisa realized that she was starting to freak out more than Reimu was, so she took a deep breath and tried to choose the most concise way of explaining her situation. Why couldn't she actually just be honest?

"You're avoiding the subject," Reimu said softly. "I've kept it to myself for this long. You at least owe me an explanation." There was reason in that, even if it was Reimu's blunt, unforgiving flavor of reason. And a little part of Marisa wanted to tell the truth. Sharing secrets is sharing burdens, and if the apathetic miko accepted it, they would be that much closer, right? Marisa would be that much closer to— "Is it really that difficult?"

"Ahh! What's to tell?!" Marisa threw her hands into the air and raised her voice, her face turning crimson almost instantly. Her train of thought became a jumbled wreck at the prospect of furthering her relationship with Reimu. "You saw it! I have a dick!" The embarrassed magician's voice went from a shout to almost a whisper as she went on, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "What do you want me to say? This isn't somethin' you just chat with your friends about, ya know?" She almost apologized, too, but she quelled the urge.

"There's more to it than that," Reimu said sternly. "I know there is."

"What?" Marisa met Reimu's level stare with outright confusion. "There's nothin' else, honest!"

"Marisa, I'm not dumb. Girls don't have— that," Reimu said, a little harshly now. "So quit lying to me."

"Are you sayin' I'm not a girl?" Marisa asked, squinting accusingly in response to her friend's scowl.

"You're not. You can't be," Reimu replied, crossing her arms. "Keeping secrets is fine, even though it hurts that you didn't trust me enough to tell me. But lying to me about it after I already know the truth just pisses me off, Marisa."

"It's the truth! Whaddo I hafta to do, show ya?" This was the second time her gender had been called into question, and it got under her skin just as easily as the first. "Look," she sighed and sat straight up, a little disappointed that Reimu didn't say yes. "I'm a girl," she said, forcing herself to meet Reimu's gaze. "No foolin'. I'm also a magician, remember? I used magic to alter my body." She couldn't keep a little smile off of her face as she felt her cheeks heat up yet again. "Well, sort of." Reimu looked skeptical as she glanced at Marisa's chest.

"Sort of, huh? Well, fine," Reimu acquiesced. She uncrossed her arms, and even smiled back. "I'll trust you. One more question though." Marisa rolled her eyes, nodding only a little reluctantly. "Why do you need a, uh— that thing anyways?" She should have expected that. If she hadn't been so distressed it would have been cute seeing Reimu blush and avoid saying dirty things.

"Well, I don't really." That wasn't true anymore, but she couldn't tell the whole truth. Yet. "I just wanted to add a little, y'know?" The petite witch patted her chest with a sheepish smile. "I botched it though. And turned out like this."

"That's it, huh?" Reimu's brow knit in a thoughtful scowl. "I mean, even before I happened to see up your dress I was almost convinced. But after, I thought you were definitely a boy. Sorry," she added, her expression lightening. A grin poked out around her teeth as she chewed her lower lip.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. I don't exactly act like a girl," Marisa said, looking off to the side. Rough speech, androgynous form, kleptomania, and an obsession with being strong. Not exactly feminine qualities.

"Not to mention you're flat as the plains." Reimu's laughter finally bubbled out, sweet music to Marisa's ears despite the fact that she was being taunted.

"You're one to talk!" Marisa slowly looked Reimu over, tapping her chin with a finger. "How do I know you're not just a cross-dressin' boy?" The thought gave her the brief mental image of the shrine maiden in nothing but panties, sporting a cute little package.

Reimu just looked surprised for a second, but then she started to pull her arms into her top. "Well, I'll humor you," she said, turning all the way around. Her shirt slid away entirely to reveal her rosy skin and the perfectly straight, white bandages she bound her chest with. Marisa watched with her jaw hanging open, mind racing with possible outcomes to this unexpected event as her friend began to expose herself. She unwound the bandages slowly and deliberately, as if they were fragile, a few loops around her torso, then her left shoulder, then a few more loops around her torso again before they finally came undone from her right shoulder.

"So that's how it works," Marisa said absentmindedly. Now Reimu's sarashi lay in a pile next to her, and she turned her side to Marisa with one arm across her chest.

"Unlike you," she said, wearing a wry smirk despite being half nude, "my figure matches my appearance." She lifted the arm that wasn't occupied, giving Marisa an only slightly obstructed view of one of her breasts. Better still, she wasn't wearing the wide sleeves that went with her uniform. There was nothing stopping Marisa from outright ogling her.

"How...?" Marisa's face was burning up, and she had to push her hands between her legs to hide her reaction. Reimu's fingers were pressed lightly into the center of her breast, hiding just the nipple while still leaving a surprising amount of flesh uncovered. "Just how tight're those wraps?" she asked. She found herself staring unashamedly, unable to choose between Reimu's smooth underarm and her shapely breast.

"Tight enough," Reimu replied, lowering her arm. "You answered me honestly, so it's only fair right?" Her eyes flickered across Marisa's legs, where the witch had folded her hands for obvious reasons. "I just want you to know I actually trust you." The beginning of a blush was creeping up her collarbones as she turned away again to slip her top back on.

"R-right. Right, sorry. I really am," Marisa babbled on, apologizing by reflex with the image of Reimu's exposed flesh filling her mind's eye. "I just— it's weird knowin' you care. I mean I know you've always cared, but," Reimu flapped her hand with a small smile and a shake of her head. "You know what I mean. I just wonder, what's the deal? You worried about somethin'?" Marisa smiled to show she wasn't too serious, but she was speaking honestly. "Tyin' up loose ends?"

"What?" Reimu scoffed, trying to scowl but grinning instead. "Not even close. I've just done some thinking is all."

"Just a little bit'a thinkin' turned you soft as a red'n white pillow, huh?" Marisa said with a smirk. She almost mustered the courage to ask just what it was her friend had been thinking about, but Reimu abruptly got to her feet.

"Well, I need a bath." The shrine maiden's voice and expression were flat again, as if the exchange that had just taken place was nothing out of the ordinary.

"A-alright," Marisa replied awkwardly, glancing at Reimu's chest before catching herself and looking at the floor. The unwrapped miko's breasts actually jiggled when she stood, and now noticeably filled out her top. When wearing her sarashi, she looked as flat as Marisa.

"Don't eat anything, okay?" Reimu said as she went off down the hall. The question was as good as a command. Even if Reimu hadn't said not to, Marisa wouldn't dare. The nearly penniless shrine maiden noticed when even a single rice cracker was missing.

"I can have water right?" Marisa asked Reimu's back. She received an affirmative before her friend disappeared into her room. She couldn't bring herself to get up however, just sat there fidgeting nervously. The truth was out, but she was far from relieved. And just what had Reimu been thinking about to bring on this sudden interest in trust of all things?

"Oh, hey," Reimu's voice came from almost right next to Marisa, making the startled witch flinch bodily.

"Huh?" Marisa's head snapped around much too fast only to avoid Reimu's eyes.

"I'm visiting the Devil's own library today. If I vouch for you, you might be able to get in and ask Patchouli for some help with your little problem." Why was she smiling like that? "And tell her you'll start returning her books, too. It can't be that hard considering she practically lets you get away with stealing them in the first place."

"Vouch for me? Are ya sure?" It was an easy way into the library for certain, but it was far from a simple solution to the real problem. "And I do return stuff!"

"Yeah, when your dump of a shack can't hold any more," Reimu retorted. Marisa got to hear Reimu's laugh a second time in one day, her chest swelling with affection.

"Yeah well—s-so?" Was all she could manage with Reimu's laughter resounding in her head.

"I'm sure if you just be honest with her, she'll forgive you. Besides," Reimu said, disappearing into the bathroom. "I think she might like you."

"Huh?!" The door clattered shut, and soon Marisa could hear water running. Yukari had said the same thing, about Patchouli as well as Alice. It felt a little too easy, but it played perfectly into her new-found purpose.

Just at that moment however, the smitten witch couldn't help but let her infatuation run amok. Without Reimu's flat glare trained on her she sighed and giggled to herself, and wished she'd had the courage to confess. She was still hard from Reimu's show and tell, but a little confused too. The apathy her friend exuded seemed to dissipate overnight. She accepted Marisa's condition with little more than curiosity, and even reciprocated in a way.

What did it mean though?

Marisa idly scooted over to the table and let her head drop heavily, taking the pain of the impact as a sort of penance. What for, she wasn't entirely sure, but she probably definitely deserved it. Why did Reimu have to be so dense? Marisa spent all of her time here. Shouldn't it be obvious why? She sat up straight and ran her hands down her face, giving herself a couple light slaps on the cheeks to drive away the melancholy that was clouding at the back of her head before taking a sip of Reimu's water.

"Ugh. Warm," she stated flatly, absentmindedly running her tongue over her lips. "Mm..." Reimu's lips touched this glass. She took another, longer drink, draining the small cup before she knew it. Guilt mixed with pleasure, swirling around in her chest and belly. She set the little glass down, fighting the urge to outright lick the rim. "Reimu's lips," she whispered to herself, and the image of the shrine maiden exposing herself came back to her. "Reimu's boobs." They looked so full and— and bouncy! How could just a long strip of white cloth possibly keep them in place? Let alone make them almost nonexistent.

"Reimu's sarashi!" With a start, Marisa realized her friend's chest wraps were still in a tangled heap on the floor right next to her. Without a second thought, the kleptomaniacal witch fished out an end and wound the bandages loosely around her palm before stuffing them in a pocket. She'd never stolen from Reimu before, but the miko wouldn't miss something she'd practically disposed of already, right? She knew just what she was going to do with them, too. She had real, legitimate imagery, freely given no less, to back up her fantasies now. She smiled wide, giddy with anticipation.

"Hey, you drank my water!" Reimu's voice made Marisa whip around as she discreetly slipped her hand out of her pocket. She hadn't even heard Reimu come out of the bathroom.

"S-sorry, I was too lazy to get my own cup," she said, smiling weakly. It was mostly true, but she wasn't going to add that she had also wanted Reimu's spit in her mouth. "How the hell're you so quiet?"

"Ah, whatever," Reimu shrugged, walking out the large front door and sitting on the veranda. "It was probably warm anyways. You almost ready?" She ignored Marisa's question and started slipping on a frilly sock, apparently intending to leave right away. She was probably hoping to get a free meal at the Scarlet Devil Manor.

"Well aren't you excited. Remember, they eat our kind over there," Marisa pointed out. The bandages in her pocket felt like they weighed a ton as she stood to join Reimu outside.

"Sakuya's gotta eat something though, right? Do you think Meiling eats humans, too?" Reimu asked as the two of them pulled on their shoes. "She's a youkai but she looks so normal. Well, besides being so tall. It's kind of unfair."

"Who's Meiling? And where's my hat?" Marisa couldn't help but notice a light floral scent emanating from Reimu's shiny, slightly damp hair. She had bathed quickly, never slacking when it came to herself or her shrine. The smitten witch edged a little closer but stopped when her friend lifted an arm.

"It's with your broom," Reimu replied, pointing vaguely around her side. "You seriously don't know who Meiling is? You fight her all the time."

"Oh! You mean China." Marisa replied, a cocky smirk splitting her face.

China was the SDM's gate guard. Vigilant though she was, she was also weak compared to Marisa, guaranteeing the witch easy access. "She's weak," Marisa said, finally getting her shoes on and jumping to her feet. "I don't really even gotta fight'er any more. Just wave my hakkero around and she lets me through." Just the threat of a master spark made the poor guard forfeit since she'd end up having to deal with the aftermath.

"She's nice, though," Reimu said. She produced Marisa's hat and tossed it at her, giggling when it hit her in the face. "Just don't let her get close. She's a hand-to-hand specialist." She tossed the broom next while it's owner was still floundering to catch her hat.

"Damn it!" Marisa's chosen method of flight clattered to the ground when the witch's flailing arms accidentally knocked it away from her. "What gives?" She huffed, picking It up and mounting it before jamming her hat on her head.

"You're slow." Reimu had floated effortlessly into the air, smirking behind her as she flew. "And clumsy too, it seems." Marisa started running down the shrine's front steps astride her broom, the awkward gait smooth and simple after years of repetition, and then kicked off with a grunt. She had a big grin on her face, enjoying being teased by Reimu. It was rare seeing her friend so cheery. Maybe she'd try her luck and ask about the usually indifferent miko's recent paradigm shift.

Marisa's heart soared as she zipped across the sky, and she easily caught up to the more ponderous shrine maiden. She really felt like she had a better-than-zero chance after coming clean. Once she solved this barrier incident, she'd confess. She had to. She was no coward, and was practically famous for speaking her mind. It would be easy! She just had to settle things with Patchy and Alice first. And maybe Yukari, but she didn't want to think about that. Ever. But it was still a possibility. She was amazed that the youkai "sage" wasn't aware her own familiar was in love with her. Maybe she'd help Ran along and slip a few not-so-subtle hints to Yukari next time they talked.

"Took you long enough," Reimu said, pushing at the speedy witch's arm. "What's with that smug grin? You're fast but you're still no match for me in a duel." Marisa's expression flattened instantly despite her being unaware of her smugness at all.

"Hey, I just beat you the other day. Who else can do that? Huh?" In truth, no one really sparred with Reimu besides Marisa. Everyone else had gotten enough of her during the many incidents Gensokyo went through from time to time. Youkai had no need to seek out a youkai exterminator.

"Yeah, one out of five. But I'll give you that," Reimu said, smiling a little. "You ever think you're too fast, though? And what's with that love sign stuff? What's it got to do with a giant laser?" Her tone hinted more at distaste than curiosity.

"Ain't it obvious?" Marisa asked, giving off an air of superiority. "You can never be too fast. And love is the strongest element of all." She believed that completely but she still found herself blushing in the face of Reimu's sidelong smirk.

"You sound like a certain ice fairy," Reimu said, shading her eyes and squinting ahead as the garish clock tower that jutted from the SDM's roof broke the horizon. "Don't go picking any fights now, okay? I'll put in the good word for you or whatever, but if you get tossed out you're on your own."

"Yeah, yeah," Marisa replied. She had other business here as well, so she'd have to keep her wits about her. Hopefully things would go well enough with Patchy that she'd be able to visit whenever she wanted. It was safe to assume she didn't have a lot of time, though. She was good at going with the flow, but she still felt a little knot of anxiety in her stomach as she and Reimu touched down outside the mansion's huge iron gate.

As soon as their feet hit dirt, the seemingly dozing guard popped an eye open. Then she closed it again, standing with her arms crossed and her back against the bright red brick wall flanking the gate she was supposed to be guarding. Reimu just waited with a patient smile on her face while Marisa fidgeted, suppressing the urge to smack China in the head with her broom. She slowly leaned toward Reimu with the intention of asking why they didn't just fly over, but a surprised shout from Meiling made her stiffen up.

"Wh-who goes there?" Meiling jerked to a standing position, comically flinging her head back and forth before finally noticing the two girls before her. "Oh. It's just Reimu and the black-white." She looked Marisa over as she tried and failed to stifle a yawn. Then she hummed quietly to herself while tapping her foot idly. "Reimu's super-heavy aura almost covered you up, Marisa!" She laughed a little, and glanced between the two of them. "Red-white and black-white," she said with a big grin. "Well, since poor Reimu found it in her heart to put up with you, I suppose I can let you in properly this time."

"Thanks, Meiling," Reimu said, approaching the large gate as the red haired youkai effortlessly swung it open. She beckoned to Marisa, urgently miming a bowing motion before Meiling turned around.

"Ah, uh, thanks China," Marisa said, somehow finding the will to put on a smile. "Hopefully my visits will be a little less violent from here on out." She edged around the much taller guard with her fake smile while China smiled back genuinely.

"It's still light out so keep things civil inside too," Meiling said cheerily as she pulled the gates back in. They clanged shut, drowning out Marisa's affirmation, and the gatekeeper went back to snoozing.

"Well, you made it inside," Reimu said when the loud clank died off. "You might just make it to the actual library!" Marisa scoffed, but was pleased to hear her friend laugh lightly.

Another surprise met them at the front steps of the mansion proper in the form of a seemingly self-opening door. "Good morning, miss Hakurei."

Sakuya's voice floated through the portal as the two stepped inside. She was behind the large, ornate door, holding the handle and bowing slightly. When she saw Marisa enter, she gave a cold, calculating stare, sharper than any of her knives. "Good morning, miss Kirisame. I trust you are here on business?" She said icily while slipping a hand behind her back.

"She'll be good," Reimu said smoothly. "Promise. We're just here to visit Patchouli."

"An unusual method for you, miss Kirisame, but you have been allowed entry and I will honor that." The silver-haired maid sounded a tad reluctant as she shut the door, and then moved to stand before Marisa threateningly. "However, I will not hesitate to remove you should you prove troublesome."

In response, Marisa propped her broom up against the wall next to the door and removed her hat, holding it over her chest with palm flat before bowing. "Thank you for your hospitality," she said, trying to sound formal as well as actually thankful. She must have done alright. When she straightened, Sakuya's eyebrows were arched in surprise, and Reimu's too, for that matter.

"You are— welcome, I suppose. Now then, if you'll follow me." The maid turned away and led them across the large foyer, their footsteps echoing softly in what Marisa thought to be an incredibly unnecessary space for just a door. "Please keep noise to a minimum as well," Sakuya said after they set foot on the flashy red carpet that covered nearly every inch of floor in the mansion. "My mistress still sleeps at this hour."

"Of course," Reimu said, at the same time Marisa said "You got it." Sakuya nodded her approval and picked up her pace. Despite the blood-red carpeting and only slightly less painful to look at wallpaper, the hallways still managed to feel dreary and uninhabited. There wasn't a speck of dust or a cobweb to be seen, but somehow the colors appeared muted, the space feeling cold and lifeless. Even Patchy's dusty library felt more alive.

Patchy. Marisa's stomach did a nervous flip when she remembered what she was here to do. Just what was she supposed to say? What could she say? Hey Patchy, long time no see! Sorry for all that stealin' nonsense, no hard feelin's right? We should totally have sex, it's important I swear.

Marisa sighed, getting a sideways glance from both Reimu and Sakuya which she avoided by staring at the floor.

After what felt like a long time of staring at the ugly carpeting, Sakuya's voice made the sullen witch look up, a quiet "This way," as the maid opened one of the many identical doors that erratically populated the maze of hallways. Once all three of them were inside, Sakuya directed them to a wide staircase set in the middle of the floor, its dark steps at odds with the bright carpet. Large floor-to-ceiling shelves lined the walls, as if to indicate the nearness of the library. "I trust you can continue on without me. I must be about my work." She turned to Marisa. "And no trouble," she added. She glared for another moment, then stalked out and shut the door behind her. Marisa never realized how intimidating this simple house-maid was. Though, she was the maid of vampires and had to keep an entire mansion tidy. She wore authority like a cloak, and toting around an infinite number of knives certainly aided that potency.

"Well," Reimu said, holding out her hand. "Congratulations. I didn't think you'd make it this far Marisa." She was solemn-faced with a serious tone, but Marisa could see the mirth dancing in her eyes.

"Tch," she slapped her friend's hand away, unable to keep a smile off her face. "I can muster a little grace now and again," she said, whipping her hair and looking down her nose. It was ineffectual, of course.

"Grace? You were stiff as a statue." Reimu began to descend the stairs, flinging playful insults at her friend. "When was the last time you bowed, the beginning of the year?"

"Yeah. Is that weird?" Marisa asked, screwing up her face as she thought about it. "I mean who'm I s'posed to actually bow to?"

"If you'd do things properly, you'd have more hospitality to be grateful for," Reimu replied flatly, as if to say "Like that'll ever happen."

"Alice is plenty hospitable!" Marisa shot back. "She lets me in whenever I want and even feeds me sweets. You just treat me like an unwanted pest." It was more like Marisa just ate whatever was in reach despite Alice's protests. But the chilly puppeteer sometimes let slip how much she enjoyed Marisa's company, which was more than Reimu usually admitted. Until today.

"Oh, is she now?" Reimu asked. "And that's because you are a pest. Some people just don't know how to say no. Or maybe she has other reasons."

"What's that supposed to mean? Ah, whatever. Are we there yet?" Marisa was running out of breath actually descending the stairs on her own two feet. Usually she just zipped down them on her broom, which she just now realized was still leaning in the ridiculously huge foyer. The fact that Reimu had taken to floating lazily down the dark staircase made the witch's fatigue that much more noticeable.

"Almost. Don't die on me, now." The shrine maiden smirked, giving her friend a pat on the back from her slightly elevated position. "It'd be such a waste after all that hard work back there. I mean, you said thank you, you bowed, you didn't blow anything up. I'm almost proud of you."

"Almost?" Marisa flapped her hand over her shoulder to stave off the condescending pats she was receiving.

"You still have to set things straight with Patchouli," Reimu replied, her smirk turning into a big grin. Why the hell was she smiling like that?

"Oh right, that," Marisa deadpanned. "Then you'll be proud'a me?" she asked, fidgeting a bit. The much nicer dark hardwood of Patchouli's realm came into view now, the bottom of the staircase a scant thirty steps away or so. The anxious witch sought Reimu's approval for some reason, and glanced sideways to see her friend eying her thoughtfully.

"Sure," the shrine maiden replied, touching down for the last few steps. "Then I'll be proud of you."

That made Marisa happy, for a second, but her anxiety reasserted itself when she laid eyes on Patchy. She was visible down a lengthy aisle between massive bookshelves, sitting at a long wooden table. She was reading of course. Marisa's initial instinct was to sneak past her. Being out in the open in a place she didn't feel quite welcome in would quickly fray her nerves.

"Don't mess up," Reimu offered as they watched the frail magician turn a page, and flashed another grin before walking off briskly.

"'Course," Marisa said to herself, trying to get her legs to move. "No pressure or nothin'." Reimu just beckoned for her friend to keep up.

After only a few more moments of feeling hopeless, Marisa finally took a step, and then another. Soon the echoing of her footsteps on the wood floor created an uncomfortable feeling of being exposed, tingling right between her shoulder blades. A quick look behind her revealed nothing more than the dark staircase she'd just descended, but glancing overhead took her breath away. The beauty and grandeur of the place made her apprehension churn with yet more guilt, like she'd been sullying the magical library every time she entered it.

Despite that, she still found herself marveling for the umpteenth time at the cavernous darkness that stretched above. Nearly story-high bookshelves dominated the ground level, and yet more shelves lined the curving wall above them, every square inch utterly packed with books. There were railed walkways, too, criss-crossing the vast diameter of the cylindrical space and occasionally lining the wall itself, faint red rings of candles hovering just above them.

It was there in those dark upper reaches where Marisa did most of her pilfering. Here was where she made her reputation for herself as a no-good, lying thief. She couldn't help but grin like an idiot.

She had fond memories of occasionally running into a mundane fairy maid or two, but they were always disoriented and eager to leave. They payed Marisa no more attention than a spider might to scurry out of her way. More common, and much more enjoyable, was a run-in with Patchy's familiar, affectionately known as Koakuma. The black-winged, red-haired girl was actually a demon summoned from Makai that looked suspiciously like a succubus to Marisa, though she certainly didn't act like one. She even had the little spaded tail, but she was quiet and meek in a different way than her master, and Marisa simply told her she was allowed to be there. The demon accepted it unconditionally and never seemed to question Patchy about it either, likely because others often borrowed as well.

Now that Marisa thought about it, plenty of people were allowed in the SDM and the library without an invitation or anything. She was the only one Patchouli had a problem with, and it was her own damn fault. She lamented yet again falling back into habit after their trip to the moon. They'd bonded quickly, during as well as after, as Marisa had the good fortune of being treated as a welcome guest for a time for her assistance in the affair. She could only hope she'd be able to set things right and seduce Patchy at the same time.

But what should she actually say? It wasn't like she could just tell the truth. She barely believed it herself. It was too late to think of a plan now, however, and before she knew it she and Reimu were standing right in front of Patchouli. She immediately felt the need to say something, but when she opened her mouth, barely anything came out. "H-hey, P—"

"Hello, Patchouli," Reimu said, drowning out the witch's subdued greeting. She hadn't even been particularly loud. Marisa just went red in the face, but Patchouli didn't notice either of them. The oblivious magician kept on reading, leaning close to her book and pinching a tiny pair of half-moon spectacles between her thumb and forefinger. "Ahem." Reimu cleared her throat lightly, leaning forward just a bit.

"Mukyuu!" Patchouli squeaked in surprise, her head snapping up quickly. "Oh. Reimu. It has been a while has it not?" Marisa noted a little smile on the girl's face, but it faded with a sidelong glance in her direction. "I see you brought a pet. I was not aware you were fond of rats."

"It's good to see you Patchouli. As for my "pet" though..." Reimu responded, chuckling lightly. "She's no rat, even If she's a little strange." Marisa could only feel guilty and look at the floor between her shoes, her cheeks burning up at Patchouli's insult. "I put up with her all the time. In fact, she's got a few things to say, right Marisa?" She gave her friend a light nudge. If this was Reimu's idea of "putting in the good word" Marisa might have been better off coming alone.

"Look Patchy, I'm real sorry," Marisa said, unable to peel her gaze from the floor. "I—"

"That is all well and good, Marisa, but I do not seek an apology," Patchouli interrupted. Her tone was not harsh, but where Reimu's expression was constantly flat and unreadable, such was Patchouli's voice.

Reimu gave a nervous chuckle. "Well, I'll let you two talk it out," she said, backing up and around the edge of the table. "Mind if I have a look around?" She poked a thumb over her shoulder, all smiles. Her mediocre supply of "good word" seemed to have already run out.

"Not at all." Marisa could feel Patchouli's eyes on her, but still couldn't look up even though she knew she should. "Call for Koakuma if you require assistance. I believe she should be located around the eighth tier."

"Thanks Patchouli!" Reimu said cheerily, turning and walking off without a second glance at Marisa.

"Now then, Marisa," Patchouli said, waving her hand under the embarrassed witch's face. "Why did you come here? I can only assume it is because you want something from me."

"S-sorry," was all Marisa could manage again, though she was finally able to lift her gaze. Patchouli's expression gave Reimu's apathy some decent competition. "I mean— I really am, but I guess that ain't good enough is it?"

"Not quite," Patchouli replied calmly. She just sat and looked at Marisa for a few moments, her face revealing nothing of what she might be thinking. "Though I am glad to know you are genuinely sorry. Despite your unmitigated penchant for theft, your expression lends credibility to your words. But again, just why are you here?" Marisa remembered Reimu's suggestion, about seeking help from Patchouli. It would be a little deceitful, initially, but all's well that ends well, right?

And so Marisa let out a long sigh, only partially theatrical, before pulling up a nearby wooden chair. "I need your help with somethin'," she said, and plopped heavily into the seat. She was directly across from Patchouli, and gave the girl a haggard look. "I tried this spell, see? One'a the books I nabbed had a sort of shapeshiftin' spell that could rearrange your body and stuff." She spoke quietly, and injected a little shame into her voice. If she did this right, she was hoping she would stoke that insatiable curiosity that all magicians harbored. "I wanted— well, I gave it a shot and—" Here she dropped her gaze and fidgeted for a moment or two. "I messed it up."

Patchouli gasped, a quiet, sharp intake of breath. "Rearrangement of the body?" She asked, leaning forward. "Where is the book? Why did you not bring it with you? What was the spell? Did you memorize it? No, I doubt you could. Do you remember the required materials, or the procedure itself? Was there anything in it regarding in-depth alteration of human anatomy? Specifically internal organs?" Her words tumbled from her mouth in a cascade that sounded almost like a single sentence, and she was leaning further and further across the table as she spoke, her eyes bright with fervor. It took Marisa by surprise, and she stuttered a bit without being able to form a coherent sentence. "What did you try to change? What was the result of the spell? You appear to be in good condition despite the amount of stress you are exhibiting. Is it internal? You may very well be lucky to be alive."

Marisa's thoughts became a jumbled mess as she was bombarded with all these questions and the odd insult. She didn't know what to answer first, or how to respond at all to the intensity of Patchouli's questioning. So, as she so often did, she reacted instinctively. She got to her feet, gathered her dress up, and lifted her skirts to her waist.

"You must return— oh." Patchouli's eyes fixed to Marisa's crotch, to the fat bulge in the hermaphroditic witch's ill-fitting panties. She slowly sat back down in her chair. "I believe I understand now. Yes. For lack of a better term, this is...interesting." She shifted nervously in her seat, sporting a faint blush. "But I am not entirely sure I am capable of assisting you."

"Please, Patchy, you're the only I know who can help me with this!" Marisa mock pleaded. She let her dress fall back into place and sat heavily. "If I could do it myself, believe me, I would! I—I can't stop touchin' it." That much was true at least. She could only keep her hands off of her magical appendage long enough to pay Reimu a visit. Stock up on clandestine peeks and "accidental" physical contact, then right back home to put them to good use. "I can't say I don't like it, but it's just so damn weird."

"I see," Patchouli said quietly. She was staring down at her messy table, eyes absently roaming the scattered books and trays of sweets with half full teacups on them. "A good place to start would be, with your permission of course, for me to examine it." Here Marisa wrung her hands for a moment before answering.

"I— I figured you'd have to," she said softly, leaning forward a bit. "But can it be somewhere a little more private?" She didn't have to pretend to blush at Patchouli's suggestion. She'd half expected to be kicked out as soon as she lifted her dress. Maybe Reimu was telling the truth, and Yukari for that matter. It was hard to believe, but maybe Patchy really did have some feelings for her.

"Of course," Patchouli responded, standing briskly. "My quarters are nearby. We need just reach the wall and follow it a short distance. I think I may know of a technique to dispel your ailment."

"R-really?" Marisa asked, genuinely surprised. That was not according to plan. If Patchouli somehow actually could return her to normal, the barrier would be in danger. Or would it? Girls could have sex without a penis right? And Yukari was likely more than capable of giving Marisa another one should the need arise. A million questions flashed through her head at that moment, about her necessity in this plan, her true feelings about her altered anatomy, the possibility that Yukari was just up to no good again. It made her uneasy, bordering on paranoid. "Th-that's great," she managed, quelling the icy cold spike of doubt in her guts that was making her palms sweat and her head pound.

"Follow me, please," Patchouli said, turning and floating off to the nearest opening in the forest of giant shelves. Marisa did so, somewhat absentmindedly, trailing behind a little and resisting a faint urge to lean over for a glance up Patchy's gown.

When it came down to it, Yukari held all the cards. Even if she was lying and just pulling strings, Marisa wasn't stupid enough to put the safety of all Gensokyo at risk. Everything that insufferable old hag did, she did for a reason. Marisa would just have to trust her.

"Just how long have you been in this condition?" Patchouli asked suddenly. She didn't bother turning around, and Marisa had a hard time hearing her.

"Huh? Ah, about a month now I think." It had actually been only 26 days, but Marisa didn't know why she was counting. After the first orgasm, she'd had no intention of getting rid of her new body part. She'd chosen to ignore just how incredibly strange her situation was in favor of either masturbating or hanging around other girls so she could fantasize about them later. Oh, and she just couldn't forget about her brilliant idea to molest a much more powerful being in their sleep while imagining she was molesting a different much more powerful being.

"And you said it's been enjoyable, correct?" Patchouli went on, still floating lazily a few feet off the ground. Marisa wondered if the frail girl would have trouble breathing after just walking.

"No point in lyin' about it," Marisa replied, grinning sheepishly. "I've done that to ya enough already I think."

"Agreed. But let us worry about that later," Patchouli said as they reached the outer wall and began to follow its gentle curve. "Right now, you require my assistance and I have agreed to assist you. It is somewhat exciting, to be completely truthful. If I can learn something from this, you will not only have my forgiveness, but my gratitude."

"In that case, I sure hope ya do," Marisa said, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. She had to try and seduce Patchouli, and here Patchy was saying that she was hoping to learn something. Well, Marisa had a few things to show her if everything went according to plan. "I'll get the book back to ya as soon as possible. Along with all the others I have, too." It might take a few trips, but she was very serious about this. She couldn't keep on bullying Patchy just because they'd met under dubious circumstances that led them to fight. "I was so freaked out about comin' here for help that I wasn't quite thinkin' straight. It took me this long to work up the nerve, y'know? Oh a-and...thanks, Patchy."

"You are more mature than I once believed you to be Marisa," Patchouli said. She set down lightly on the hardwood floor and turned to face her less experienced counterpart. "I would like to thank you as well, for your honesty of all things, as well as the opportunity to learn from your misfortune." A tiny smile pulled at the edges of her lips. It put Marisa a little more at ease knowing Patchy could smile at her. "However, this does not mean I have forgiven you, nor does it mean you are allowed freedom to come and go as you please." Marisa nodded solemnly.

"I understand," she said. "Y'think it would be rude not to say "you're welcome", or would I come off as full'a myself if I did?" she asked with a grin.

"Both," Patchouli replied, and laughed a cute, breathy little laugh when Marisa's jaw dropped.

"Hey, that ain't fair!" Patchy turned and started walking, her slippers scuffing quietly against the floor.

"Just what has given you the idea that you deserve to be treated fairly, by me no less?" Patchouli asked, though her tone was playful. At least, Marisa thought it was. The quiet girl didn't express much either through gesticulation, facial expression, or inflection.

"Ah, well ya got a point there," Marisa laughed weakly. She got the feeling Patchouli was enjoying making her uncomfortable. Everyone seemed to. Had it always been that way?

"We have arrived," Patchouli said, indicating a dark wooden door with a heavy-looking oval knob.

"What the heck's that?" Marisa asked, pointing to a slightly crooked wooden plaque. It was hung over a nail by thick purple string, with Patchouli's name scrawled somewhat crudely upon it. The "artist" had used several different colors of paint, with a few small splotches here and there where it appeared to have dripped.

"It was a gift from the esteemed younger sister," Patchouli replied, reaching up to slightly adjust the wooden nameplate. "As you can see it is quite colorful. Normally she would pay favor to only the color red, claiming it reminded her of her big sister. Lately, however, she has been using other colors, and bright ones at that. When I questioned her as to why, she told me she was being mean to the other colors by ignoring them, but that it was okay to keep red as her favorite."

"Well ain't that somethin'," Marisa said, a little curious as to Flandre's habits now. She visited the unstable vampire on occasion since she and Reimu were the only two that couldn't be "broken" according to the girl. It always involved lots of danmaku, and sometimes a little bit of more mundane child's play or even naps. "It looks cute. Really. Maybe I'll ask'er to make me one."

"I wish you luck in that endeavor," Patchouli replied flatly as she opened the door and stepped inside. Marisa followed, only realizing the moment she actually crossed the threshold that she'd never seen Patchouli's room before.

Marisa stepped cautiously, as the room was unlit. She didn't want to add destroyed property to her list of grievances, but for some reason, Patchouli closed the door behind them and the room went black. "Uhh, Patchy?" Marisa stopped in her tracks, looking around nervously even though she couldn't see a thing.

"Apologies," Patchouli said over a faint rustling sound. "Just— just a moment." The sound continued for a little longer before the struggling witch snapped her fingers and gave a triumphant mutter. Candles instantly sputtered to life, high up around the walls of the room. They gave off a low, steady light as opposed to the flickering, isolated dimness of normal candles.

"That's a neat trick," Marisa said as she sized up Patchouli's sanctum. It was large, at least as big as two of the rooms in her own house. The door let in on the far left of the room, which stretched off to their right, wider than it was long. Neat piles of books were scattered about in a seemingly haphazard way, and there were of course lots of bookshelves, which dominated the walls. There was a big bed in the center covered with purple sheets, its headboard the only thing that wasn't a bookshelf to be up against a wall, and a large, plain desk sat at the far end of the room. It was covered in notebooks or sketchbooks that she immediately wished to know the contents of. Closer to her was a comfy looking chair covered in ornately detailed vines stitched into the arms that she couldn't resist running her fingers over. They were soft and smooth, with tiny flowers or buds at the ends of tight curls of vine. "Woah..." she muttered to herself, sliding her hand along the chair's arm. The room's short carpeting was a deep red, much more tolerable than the garish fresh-blood color of the rest of the mansion, and the walls were a dark blue. The entire room gave off a cozy, drowsy feeling when coupled with the dark wood of the bookshelves and the myriad stacks of books.

But Marisa's eye wandered once again to Patchy's desk, the notebooks upon it sparking her curiosity. Despite the surprising disorderliness there was plenty of room to move, and she started a slow meander between the stacks of books with the intention of bringing herself closer to the cluttered desk. "This is a real nice place ya got here. S'almost as big as my whole house." She didn't make it though. The tiniest tug at the back of her dress made her stop.

"No need to be coy, Marisa," Patchouli said softly as the other girl turned around. "I know why you are here." She repositioned her grip to the hem of Marisa's studded shirt.

"Y-ya do?" Marisa turned to see Patchouli blushing and clutching her own gown tightly in her other hand.

"Yes," she said simply, drawing close. Despite seeming so small and weak, she was actually only a few inches shorter than Marisa was. Her condition and demeanor made her seem so much smaller, but now she brought her face close to Marisa's, her purple-limned gaze unwavering. "I understand your motives for coming here. There is no shapeshifting spell, nor is there any tome with such a spell in it. You wish to be closer to me."

"Er, I—"

"Do not worry. As far as your deceits have gone, this one I can understand." Marisa was pulled into an embrace, which she awkwardly returned without the slightest clue as to what was happening. "I felt it too, Marisa. Only faintly at first, during our lunar escapade, but much more strongly afterward. You were so kind and genuine, and I found myself endeared to you so quickly. And now I know, you feel the same way." Marisa stuttered for a few moments, giving the top of Patchy's head a puzzled look as they hugged.

"Th-that's not exactly wrong, but—" It slowly dawned on Marisa that Patchouli was coming onto her. It was a bit of a shock, and she really didn't expect to be seen through so easily. But while Patchouli's intelligence did her credit, she hadn't quite pieced things together right. Not that she could. It all just felt too easy, and Marisa hadn't quite gotten the chance to really be honest yet.

The opportunity passed though, as Patchouli stood on tip-toe to kiss her confused counterpart. The smaller witch had her eyes squeezed shut, as if it had taken all her effort to muster the courage for such a move. It made Marisa smile into Patchouli's lips and she swept the thin girl up in her arms, riding a surge of elation. "Y'know, you're really damn cute Patchy."

"A-as are you, Marisa," Patchouli replied, blushing. It sounded kind of funny to hear her say it so eloquently, but it made Marisa happy all the same.

"So, ya figured me out." Marisa set Patchy down on the big bed and sat next to her, grinning wide. "Are ya ready for what comes next?" To her surprise, Patchouli grinned back and grabbed her hand.

"Ready? I have been yearning for this moment for longer than you know," she said before planting a quick kiss on Marisa's lips. "I lacked the courage to seek you out as well. I am so glad you came to me. Whether you are male or female, human or youkai, it matters not to me."

"It makes me really happy to hear that," Marisa said, dousing the spark of indignation she felt at Patchouli's implication. So what if everyone thought she was a boy? Only those who were close to her, special to her, would know the truth. And Yukari.

"In more ways than one, it seems." Patchouli's hand found it's way up Marisa's thigh to the throbbing bulge the altered witch was sporting. Just kissing Patchy got Marisa rock hard. "I am almost positive now that I am capable of assisting you," she said, rubbing Marisa's hard-on lightly. "Though this remedy will be temporary at best."

Despite having been inside a voluptuous fox spirit as well as experienced the torture of a sadistic millennium-old youkai "sage", Marisa still found herself squirming under Patchouli's delicate touch. Through her clothes, no less. She leaned in to kiss Patchy again, unable to resist the allure of her purple-limned eyes and her small, soft lips. Patchy returned the kiss with vigor, her other hand coming up to stroke Marisa's hair as their tongues met between their lips. Marisa impulsively groped at Patchouli's chest, pleased to hear a tiny moan as she squeezed lightly. There wasn't much there, but what little there was was surprisingly supple and springy. The small magician's nipples began to harden, and she suddenly broke the kiss to let out a sultry sigh.

"This is in the way," she said simply as she got to her feet. Her hands disappeared into the long sleeves of her nightdress before she bent forward to pull it off over her head. Marisa followed suit, disassembling her outfit in a much less refined fashion before letting it drop to the floor while Patchouli folded her single garment neatly. Marisa wasn't used to being able to take things slowly, but she was just fine with Patchouli setting the pace. Not having your clothes ripped off you one way or another to start things off was a definite plus.

"You don't wear nothin' under your robe thing?" she asked as she kicked off her shoes and slid them under the edge of the bed. Patchouli's light purple gown hid only her beautiful, pale skin, and her frame matched Marisa's almost exactly. Save for one particular, of course.

"I have no reason to," Patchy replied calmly, though a blush colored her cheeks a rosy red in the low light. "You yourself have an interesting taste in undergarments. I understand the lack of clothing for your chest, but these..." She slowly got to her knees, supporting herself with one arm on her bed before tugging at Marisa's tiny underwear.

"H-heh, yeah." Marisa could only watch her panties slide down her legs, twitching when Patchouli wrapped one hand, and then the other around her erection. Patchy's small hands were soft and smooth, delicately feeling along the length of Marisa's member. "Guess you've never seen one before, huh?" She asked, smiling at Patchouli's awe.

"That is correct." Patchy's voice was somewhat distant as she examined the foreign appendage before her. She developed a slight wheeze as she brought her head closer, her hot breath washing over Marisa's tip. Was she going to put it in her mouth? She was already having trouble breathing, and not even Ran or Yukari had done that.

"Hey, you gonna be alright? You don't hafta do this if— y'know, if you don't wanna." Patchouli just nodded slowly as she began to open her mouth. It was obvious she wanted to. Her small tongue poked out and tentatively slid across the underside of Marisa's tip, making the witch shudder and exhale sharply. Then her lips closed over the first couple inches, and Marisa's whole body stiffened up as she let out unintelligible half-words at this new, mind-numbing sensation. It was hot and wet, like most sexually intimate moments, but it was different. It almost felt like her cock was melting as Patchy ran her tongue in circles, slowly and sensually around the tip and along the shaft, her tightly pursed lips sliding up and down. Every now and again the scrape of a tooth would make Marisa twitch bodily, reminding her of Ran's creative application of her razor sharp claws. She wanted to ask Patchouli to be a little rougher, but it was somehow embarrassing watching someone else do this for her. It also made it so much more gratifying too, though, knowing they were willing.

Again Marisa was amazed at the sheer amount of pleasure that raw emotion brought her. Unable to resist any longer, she ran a hand through Patchy's bangs and lightly nestled her fingers in the cautious but eager elementalist's soft purple hair. In response Patchouli looked up, right into Marisa's eyes. Her normally tired and docile demeanor was replaced with a keen brightness in her eyes as she watched Marisa shudder and sigh. The black-white witch was captivated by those deep purple eyes and the eagerness to please she saw in them. Suddenly it felt unfair with Patchy down there on her knees for Marisa when Marisa had done nothing but trouble her, but Patchouli picked up her pace and turned Marisa's barely formed apology into a sharp cry. She braced her hands using Marisa's body, one on the moaning witch's pelvis and the other behind her knee, watching her unflinchingly all the while.

Marisa was forced to hunch over, more non-words spilling from her mouth with both hands now tangled in Patchy's hair. Patchouli gave a small laugh, her lips tightening and her eyes crinkling slightly. It vibrated up along Marisa's length, and the blonde thief bit off another expletive as her legs began to shake and her body tensed up. "P-Patchy, I'm gonna cu— mmm!" She tried to give warning but Patchouli resisted her efforts to pull away, instead moving faster and starting to moan herself. All it took was one of her canines scratching across Marisa's tip and the struggling witch could resist no longer. She gritted her teeth and withstood the urge to thrust as hard as she could as she blew her load in Patchy's mouth. She felt her cum spatter across her thigh as it exploded from between Patchouli's lips, her tip poking at the back of Patchy's throat as the tenacious girl's tongue undulated rapidly in an effort to swallow as fast as she could.

It was just too much for Marisa, the insane pleasure making spots dance before her eyes as her legs gave out. She stumbled backwards and plopped onto the large bed, finally separating herself from Patchouli. Sticky lines stretched from her pelvis to the other girl's lips before bowing and snapping. Heavy wheezing filled the air as the two of them fought to catch their breath, but Marisa was too dizzy to speak.

"Did— did it feel good, Marisa?" Patchouli asked between labored breaths as she climbed up next to her reeling partner. She wiped the back of her hand across her lips while Marisa gasped for a few moments more, willing her blurred vision back into focus.

"Good might be a— a bit of an understatement maybe," Marisa replied, grinning. The smile that broke out on Patchy's face was the biggest she had ever seen on the taciturn girl.

"I am glad." Patchouli flopped onto her back, her breaths starting to come easier now. Marisa took the opportunity to straddle her waist and bring their lips together.

"You were kinda clumsy, but that actually helped," Marisa said, still sporting a big, silly grin. "If you're breathin' okay, I'd like to return the favor."

"Ah yes," Patchy replied, mirroring Marisa's smile. "The one area I believe you have more experience in than I. Carnal pleasure."

"Maybe just a little." Marisa wasn't sure if she should be proud or embarrassed, but she developed a healthy blush anyway.

"In that case, please do share your knowledge on the subject." Patchouli's grin faded as she bit her lip and spread her legs.

"Are ya really sure?" Marisa asked, her fiery lust singing the edges of her patience. "It might hurt at first, but I'll go real slow, okay?"

"You need not concern yourself with that," Patchouli replied with a sideways glance. "Just— p-please, do not make me wait any longer." She blushed fiercely from her collarbones all the way to the tips of her ears. It made Marisa's eyes go wide and she kissed the embarrassed girl before moving to sit on her heels between Patchouli's legs.

"Don't gotta tell me twice." Marisa parted her knees and gathered up Patchy's legs, draping them over her own. She drank in the sight of Patchy's slick, flushed pussy as she pulled it open with a thumb. Then, with a hand at her base, she eased forward slowly, a little surprised at how easily she entered Patchouli's dripping slit.

"D-do not t-tease me so!" Patchy said after sucking in a sharp breath. She clutched tightly at her sheets with one hand, and arched her back as Marisa began to move her hips, up and down more than forward and back.

"But I wanna make you feel good, Patchy," Marisa said, dropping forward and looking into the other girl's eyes. Patchy immediately wrapped her arms around Marisa's neck as the sly witch began to tease her partner's ear. "I've been nothin' but trouble," she said, blowing lightly. "I wanna make it up to you, any way I can." Patchouli's cute, breathy moans were right in Marisa's ear, and just as pleasurable as the bucking magician's tight insides squeezing down on her.

"P-please, Marisa," Patchouli pleaded. She wore a grimace of intense pleasure and overwhelming lust, her eyes screwed shut as she squirmed and moaned. It almost made Marisa feel bad being in control, and a little part of her wondered if she'd looked like that when she was being tortured by Yukari or pleasured by Ran. She couldn't help but give in.

With one quick thrust Marisa buried her entire length inside Patchouli, making the begging elementalist throw her head back and arch her spine sharply. She gave a breathy "Y-yes!" before moaning surprisingly loudly and burying her face in Marisa's shoulder. Marisa continued to thrust, fast and hard, relishing the feeling of Patchy's thin body sliding against her own and the lusty sighs and groans she was giving.

"C-cumming!" Almost instantly, Patchy's insides began to twitch and spasm, her teeth digging into Marisa's shoulder as her insides clamped down on the dick inside her.

"H-hey now," Marisa said, riding Patchouli's orgasm as the quivering girl bit down. She bit hard, and it hurt at first, but Marisa's cry of pain was soon just another moan as the vibrations of their movement and Patchouli's voice made the indent tingle with the now-familiar feeling of pain-turned-pleasure. "That's not fair, gettin' off without me," she laughed a little before that too became a lascivious groan. Patchouli only had more grunts and moans to offer as Marisa began to hammer faster and faster into her.

"Mm—mm— Marisa-a-a!" Patchy wailed into Marisa's neck, her body beginning to spasm once more. Marisa could feel the bedsheets dampen under her knees as Patchy came a second time.

Marisa leaned back and met Patchouli's eyes, relishing the look of ecstasy she wore. Then she mashed her lips roughly into her trembling partner's, her hips pounding desperately with the loud slap of flesh on flesh as her own orgasm tore through her. She felt hands on her face and legs wrap around her lower back as her vision darkened and wavered. Her thrusts became awkward and jerky as the pleasure overwhelmed her, Patchouli clinging tightly to her as she filled the small girl's most private place with her ejaculate.

Finally Marisa's jaw unclenched and her body ceased its orgasmic jerking. She heaved her body off of Patchouli's, supporting herself on wobbly arms with a blissful grin breaking out on her face. A faint, echoing thought reminded her to ask about Patchy's breathing, but she was suddenly shoved onto her back. The only sensation she managed to register was her half-limp member sliding free and the air feeling cold against its exposed length.

"That was nothing short of incredible," Patchouli said, chest heaving with deep, clear breaths. She was surprisingly agile, sitting astride Marisa before the slightly dizzy girl even knew what was happening. "I have never felt more alive. Somehow I— I am able to breathe." She placed a hand on her chest as she sucked in more deep breaths. "It was rather unbecoming of me to beg like I did. No doubt you are to blame, teasing me so." A grin formed on her lips, both sensual and mischievous, as she reached a hand behind her and squeezed Marisa's fluid-coated prick.

Marisa's senses slowly seeped back into her brain, understanding dawning on her with Patchouli's touch. "Wait! I'm still s-sensitive!" But Patchy didn't wait another second as she began to caress Marisa's hardening cock. Her hand slipped easily up and down its rapidly growing length. "It f-feels so weird!" A little part of Marisa gave in that it was much better than being tortured, but the sensation was so powerful it made her legs quiver and her hands ball into fists. Now she was clutching desperately at the sheets as Patchy stroked her mercilessly, her slender fingers squeezing at the tip and twisting up and down the shaft.

"You said you wish to repay me, did you not? In any way you can?" Patchouli said, leaning forward and pressing her forehead to Marisa's. The purple orbs of her eyes vibrated slightly, as if searching the depths of Marisa's yellow ones for something. "I know of your feelings for the shrine maiden."

"What—?!" Marisa tried to protest through her clenched teeth, but Patchouli shook her head softly, her long hair tickling Marisa's arms and face.

"Come now, do not look so surprised. Anyone with eyes can see the way you look at her. I understand we do not choose the one we love." She gave a sad smile, and pecked Marisa on the lips. "So if you truly wish to repay me, surrender yourself to me. Just for a little while." She guided Marisa's cock into her oozing hole, letting out a libidinous sigh that made the witch beneath her blush fiercely.

Marisa shuddered and sucked in a sharp breath, and then laid her arms out above her head in what she hoped was a sufficiently submissive gesture. Patchouli looked into her eyes for another moment or two before kissing her again, and started shaking her hips slowly.

Marisa once again found herself at the mercy of another, though in a much more pleasant light than her previous submissions. She was usually so full of herself, mouthing off and doing as she pleased. There was a guilty pleasure in giving herself up, in not having to worry about being strong or fast or clever. Letting her guard down and sharing these intimate moments with others made it more than worthwhile. It made her chest surge with elation and her whole body prickle with heat and pleasure. She closed her eyes as her faced burned up, realizing at that moment that she herself was the source of several surprisingly effeminate and extremely embarrassing moans and sighs.

"Thank you, Marisa," Patchouli said, straightening up with her palms flat against Marisa's small breasts. "Forgive me, but there is an undeniable pleasance in seeing you so subdued." She began to pinch Marisa's hot, stiff nipples, making the girl writhe beneath her. The self-restrained witch's arms twitched with yearning, an almost overwhelming desire to attack her body's weak points or to feel Patchouli's smooth, supple flesh. But Patchy was enjoying watching her restrain herself, and that in turn made Marisa feel good just by giving in.

"I ain't gonna b-beg like you did," Marisa said, continuing to moan and squirm. Patchouli just laughed and kept on teasing her nipples and grinding against her with agonizing slowness.

"As much as I would love to see that, I think your current position is sufficient." Patchy's hands slid down Marisa's chest and stomach as she straightened her body, and then arched her back with an arm behind her. Marisa's retort turned into a gasp as she felt something brush against her female half, Patchy's warm fingers moving deftly to lightly pinch her clitoris. With one hand braced on Marisa's thigh, Patchouli began to rock her hips back and forth while probing Marisa's soaking pussy.

"Nn—no way ya learned this from books!" Marisa once again found herself clutching fistfuls of Patchy's sheets.

"Correct. I have had plenty of practice. Whenever my thoughts turned to you." There was no shame or embarrassment in Patchouli's voice as she admitted this. It made Marisa's heart skip a beat, the heat diffusing her body intensifying as it did in her cheeks.

"Alright, alright I get it!" Marisa was forced to look away out of embarrassment. "So st-stop teasin' me already." Patchouli's face lit up, and she slid the length of her hand across Marisa's clit before leaning closer.

"Very well," she said, holding the hand covered with Marisa's juices before her. "All I ask is one last thing." She held it in front of Marisa's face. Her smile had faded, and the fervor she had displayed when Marisa mentioned body alteration shone in her eyes again. "Open your mouth."

Marisa's eyes flickered briefly between Patchy's face and fluid-soaked fingers, but she did as she was told. Patchouli slipped three of her thin, delicate fingers into Marisa's mouth and pressed them against the discomposed witch's tongue. In turn, Marisa licked at them, sliding her tongue around and between them before closing her lips over them to suckle. Patchouli let out a lustful moan as Marisa did so, and then slowly dragged her fingers from the girl's mouth. She looked them over for a moment, and then sucked on them herself with eyes closed and a look of bliss on her face.

"This'd be really weird if it wasn't so damn sexy," Marisa said, unable to look away. Patchouli laughed lightly around the fingers in her mouth before pulling them out. Then she leaned down and brought their lips together, sliding her hands slowly up Marisa's arms. When she reached Marisa's wrists she straightened again, and placed the witch's hands on her hips.

"I love you, Marisa. Truly, I do," she said. Her expression was solemn for a moment, but then she smiled warmly and planted another kiss on Marisa's lips. "Now, no more teasing." She lifted her hips again as before, but this time when she brought them down Marisa thrust up to meet her. "Yes! Faster!" Marisa gladly obliged, and began to hammer into Patchy relentlessly as the small girl wrapped her arms around Marisa's back and neck.

"You can— you can bite me." Marisa was going out on a limb saying something so strange, but to her surprise, Patchouli did so. She felt Patchy's hot tongue slide from her neck to her shoulder, and then teeth digging in. The indents already present began to tingle with warmth as Patchouli bit down. Their hips slammed together over and over until Patchy began to shudder and wail, the newly formed bite-mark burning with sweet pain.

For the second time Marisa came inside Patchouli, the rapid spasms of the wailing girl's insides coupled with the sharp, warm pain of her teeth pushing Marisa over the edge. With each thrust another hot spurt rushed up and out of her twitching cock, some of it spilling out across her legs as she clung to Patchy and came explosively, Patchouli moaning all the while with her teeth still lodged in her partner's flesh.

Soon her legs gave out and her body went limp, and the two of them lay there, twitching occasionally with aftershocks. Patchy opened her mouth, her teeth coming free with a wet, sticky sound. Then she slid off of Marisa and planted a kiss on her ear.

Marisa turned to look at Patchouli and received another kiss on the lips. Her face was flushed with effort, but her breathing was clear, if still quite audible. Marisa reached up and brushed the adorable girl's sweat-soaked bangs from her face. "How ya feelin'?" Another uncharacteristically large smile split Patchy's face before she spoke.

"Incredible," she said, still breathless. "I rue the next time I cough as I will question this memory of clear airways, but I believe it will be worth it. And you? I knew you were healthy but you displayed impressive endurance as well as self control."

"Same as you, though I gotta say, you'n me are a lot alike. You got a streak'a mischief in ya, Patchy." For some reason, that made Patchouli blush, and Marisa couldn't help but laugh.

"I suppose we both learned something about ourselves today," Patchy said, her wide grin changing to a tiny embarrassed one.

"Yeah, I guess we did, huh? Guh..." Marisa rolled over, the patches of fluid on her body starting to get cold and dried out. "How the heck're we gonna clean this up?" Patchouli made a shooing motion as she got to her feet and stood next to the bed.

"Stand opposite me, if you will," she said, pointing to the other side of the bed. Her bedsheets had several dark spots, one of them rather large, as well as smaller splotches of white.

Marisa did as asked, rubbing her wet thighs against the sheets. "Now what?"

"Stop that." Patchouli tugged at her sheets, dropping one of the fat pillows at the head of the bed to the floor. Marisa followed, grabbing the heavy pillow at her end and dropping it before pulling the sheet down towards the foot of the bed.

"The pillowcase is clean?" Patchy asked as they rolled the sheet down.

"Uh, yup," Marisa replied, glancing down and seeing no obvious stains on the purple pillow cover.

"Good." They reached the end of the bed and Patchy pulled the sheet towards her, rolling it into a big lumpy ball. It was almost as big as she was, but she seemed to handle the weight fine and just started up reciting a spell. It must have been a strong one, as the unfamiliar words of power made Marisa's ears buzz. Then, suddenly, Patchy tossed the mass of sheets into the air above her head and kept her arms raised.

"What the...? Where'd they go?" Marisa came around to Patchy's side, wiggling her pinky in her ear. The bundled-up bedclothes were nowhere to be seen. They'd just vanished into thin air with nothing more than a barely audible sizzling sound.

"Disintegrated." Patchouli replied simply. "I do not fear being discovered, but if Sakuya learns of this, Remilia could find out should she happen to ask the right questions. She is not one to gossip, but she will most definitely inquire about the matter, and I have no desire to deal with her childish views of sexuality."

"Childish views, huh? Isn't she five hundred years old or somethin'? She's gotta have some experience under her belt." It was weird to think of Remilia having absolutely zero sexual experience, but also weird to assume she had since she looked like a little kid sometimes.

Patchouli dropped the subject though, and began to recite more words that irritated Marisa's sense of balance. When she finished, a hot wind blew around the room, but nothing stirred. Not so much as a hair on their heads was moved, but when the gusts passed, Marisa found the crackling patches of semi-dried sex on her body had vanished.

"Woah, that's amazin'! You gotta teach me that!" Marisa exclaimed, looking her pristine body over. "And hey, why didn't ya just use that on the bed too?"

"The bedclothes were in need of cleaning anyways, and it would have taken more effort as well." Patchouli's voice was slightly muffled, and Marisa turned from eying the air where the sheets had met their end to see her slipping on her nightgown. "If you would devote even a little time to studying things other than ruination, you might learn something genuinely useful."

"Guess I should get dressed, too," Marisa said, ignoring Patchouli's jibe. She started with her panties, shaking them out before slipping them on. The fabric felt stretched and loose, and annoyingly cold to boot. It was hard to position her male half comfortably, and Patchouli began to laugh at her. "Yeah, yeah, real funny," she said, turning away to hide her grin with her hand down the front of her tiny underwear. When she'd finally gotten everything on, Patchy stepped up to her and straightened her vest out.

"Your choice of clothing is so unnecessarily complicated," Patchouli said, and changed her grip to tug at Marisa's single braid.

"Ow, hey!" Marisa had to bow her head, but her scowl melted away as Patchy's lips met hers.

At that moment, the door to the room swung open. "Patchouli, are you in here? I can't find Marisa." Reimu's voice preceded her by a mere second, and Marisa jerked upright with wide eyes and a million excuses running through her head. Fortunately the door itself blocked Reimu's view until she stepped all the way inside, and Patchouli had begun to untie and retie the bow in Marisa's braid.

"Oh, there you are Marisa," Reimu said, closing the door behind her and striding up to the two of them as if she too were a resident of the mansion. "She wasn't too much trouble, I hope?" She asked, looking at Patchouli.

"Not in the least," Patchouli replied, stepping back and checking the knot she'd tied.

"Heh, thanks Patchy," Marisa said, running a hand along her braid.

"Think nothing of it." Patchouli had resumed her quiet, unassuming demeanor, and held out her hand to Marisa.

"Oh, what's this?" In it was the green ribbon Marisa had had in her hair previously. "You used one'a yours?" Marisa asked, holding up her braid to see a much bigger red ribbon at the end of it. Patchy blushed lightly, and roughly shoved the small green ribbon into its incredulous owner's hand.

"Yours is frayed and I did not want to be responsible for damaging it further. Consider it a gift, if it will quiet your conscience." Patchouli's voice was almost flat, but Marisa saw amusement in her eyes.

"Well thank ya." Marisa pocketed the worn hair tie, making sure to avoid the pocket with Reimu's sarashi still hidden in them. She was belatedly grateful that they hadn't slipped out or something, despite Patchy being aware of her feelings for the miko.

"Giving gifts already?" Reimu interjected. "Glad to see you two getting along." She gave Patchy a big smile, but Marisa got skeptical appraisal. "Color me impressed, Marisa. I thought you might not have the tact to handle this on your own."

"I like ya just plain red'n'white," Marisa retorted, and plopped down in Patchy's big embroidered chair. It was firm but comfortable, and she eschewed giving another snarky comeback in favor of settling her rear. She was happy Reimu had made it known she was pleased with her, though.

"You're absolutely welcome," Reimu replied with sarcastic cheer.

"She was quite...forthcoming about the situation," Patchy said, glancing at Marisa briefly. "She admitted guilt for her misdeeds and promised to return my books, as well as cease her thievery. I will allow her to borrow regularly, though I do have one request, Reimu."

"A request?" Reimu crossed her arms and pointed in Marisa's direction. "Are you sure she couldn't use a little more penance?"

"I'm right here ya know," Marisa said lazily, the cozy room making her sleepy after her roll in the sheets with Patchy.

"She spends a goodly amount of time at your shrine does she not? Please remind her to return my possessions."

"I ain't a dumb kid! Why don'tcha just tell me yourself?" Both Reimu and Patchouli gave Marisa a flat stare, the brash magician giving them a scowl in return.

"Of course. It's the least I could do."

"You have my gratitude."

Marisa just scoffed, but Reimu reminding her might actually be a big help.

"Say, you wouldn't happen to have a couple extra places at the table would you?" Reimu asked, unashamedly seeking free food as she always did when she visited the Scarlet Devil's manor.

"I could go for somethin' to eat, too," Marisa admitted as she got to her feet. She was a little reluctant to leave her lush seat, but Sakuya's cooking was way better than anything she or even Reimu ever made, bar none.

"Very well. I am sure Sakuya will be able to prepare something for the three of us," Patchouli said, heading for the door. "I myself could benefit from some proper nourishment."

"That's kinda scary to hear someone say." Marisa followed, with Reimu behind her. "You should take better care'a yourself."

"I do not want to hear that from you, who lives in a magically polluted forest and eats nothing but unknowable fungus on a daily basis," Patchouli shot back. She and a chuckling Reimu floated up and away, but Patchy set down briefly on top of one of her enormous bookcases to smile down at Marisa. "Do try to keep up, would you?" She said, and took off again. Her tiny, breathy laugh instantly put a grin on Marisa's face as she made her way to the stairs. It would be a grudging climb, but seeing two of her favorite people in the world at the top would get her through it, smiling all the way.

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First and foremost, thank you very much, to newcomers and returning readers alike. It's been a little while, hasn't it? This chapter turned out to be even longer than the first! I hope you found it as enjoyable to read as it was for me to write. Feel free to share your thoughts and feelings, and thanks again for taking the time to read my work.