I got this idea from my lewdfic server on Discord. If that doesn't give it away, this is a smut fic. There are heavy sexual themes and dubious consent in this fic.

It's based around the fight scene between Mifuyu and Yachiyo in episode 2 of MagiReco season 2. The story was sparked in part by a piece of art drawn by Studio Zombie.

Once again, this was written in the middle of the night on my phone and has had minimal editing. Spelling and grammar mistakes are to be expected.

Please enjoy!

Tamaki Iroha.

That name held so much significance to Yachiyo. It held more significance to her than her own life. She would do or say anything that was needed to make sure that Iroha was safe.

As time went by, it seemed less and less plausible that Iroha was still alive — and if she was, she likely either wasn't unharmed or wasn't the Iroha that Yachiyo had grown to know and love. The thought that Iroha could be anything but okay made Yachiyo feel like she could shatter from the heartache.

In the time since Iroha had been taken by the Magius, Yachiyo had attempted to move forward. She still went to her modeling photoshoots, still attended college, moved through time like things were fine. That had been how she had gotten by after Kanae and Meru died, after Mifuyu disappeared, after her closest family member died. She just kept moving.

That just wasn't right.

It was selfish to proceed the way she was. The toxic feelings of self-doubt and self-imposed aloofness was wearing on her physically and mentally. She wasn't sleeping much or putting forth much effort to care for herself or her house. All she could think about while she moved through time was if Iroha was still alive.

The weight became too much, leading to her self-sacrificing mission to hunt down the Magius personally. Throughout the day after her class, she would lurk around Kamihama watching for any Magius-related activity or any Wings of the Magius. This hunt has been mostly fruitless, until she came across red talismans she recognized as a signal of Magius presence in some regard. Following the alley that was plastered with these talisman, Yachiyo spotted a Black Feather.

Yachiyo attempted to grill the Black Feather she found, but that wasn't leading to anything helpful.

As if her plan for answers could get even more muddied, a reminder of all of her pain and suffering for the last year decided to show her face.

"Don't be like that, Yacchan." The voice rang clear from above Yachiyo, causing the model to turn. "If you look so scary, she won't be able to tell you anything."

"Mifuyu!" Yachiyo couldn't help a slight bitter tone in her voice.

"It's been a long time, Yacchan." Mifuyu smiled softly.

Yachiyo narrowed her eyes in a glare, "How dare you show your face around me again."

"I came here because I wanted to talk with you." Mifuyu said, the smile still not leaving her face.

"I'm not interested in hearing excuses." Yachiyo held her head high as she said this, trying to assert has stance. She was there to figure out where Iroha was, not to be placated by a liar.

"The Magius can be a little rough, but we need to stop any more magical girls from being victims." Mifuyu spoke as she jumped down for the platform she'd been standing on.

Yachiyo couldn't help as angry words spilled from her mouth, "Don't lie to me! Who are you sacrificing and who are you saving?" Venom laced the words she said, malice in her eyes. "Who chose Iroha as a victim?"

For the first time, Yachiyo saw Mifuyu's persona crack. "We didn't choose anyone. It was an accident. I never thought…"

"You can't expect me to believe that." Yachiyo said, her voice low. She could hear her pulse in her ears, only getting angrier by the second.

"Please listen!" Mifuyu unintentionally raised her voice a little, "If Magius' plan works, then weak magical girls like me and Tamaki-san won't have to die!"

As Mifuyu spoke, Yachiyo gripped her hands so tight she was sure her nails were cutting into her palms. It was the last straw when Mifuyu compared the two of them. "She's not dead!" Her words were certain as she punched the concrete behind Mifuyu, cornering the slightly shorter girl as she glared down on her. "Iroha's not dead! She promised she wouldn't die."

"Yacchan… I didn't want…" Mifuyu started, but was cut off by Yachiyo.

"If Iroha died, it was because of my wish." Yachiyo said, her voice a little strained. "I've had enough of that."

"I—" Mifuyu couldn't find the words she wanted to say. Being looked down like that by Yachiyo was frightening.

"I will find her. Even if I have to force my way, I will find her." Yachiyo said, as she pulled her bloody knuckles away from the wall finally. She didn't back away from Mifuyu though. "What do you know?"

Mifuyu hesitated, averting her eyes. "I don't know… where she is…"

"You know where the Magius are hiding." It wasn't a question; Yachiyo knew that Mifuyu knew. There wasn't any way for her not to know.

"I…" Mifuyu cleared her throat a little. "I'm not going to be bullied by you, Yacchan." She said that as she tried to duck out from between the wall and Yachiyo.

Yachiyo grabbed Mifuyu by the front of her shirt, pressing her into the cracked wall hard. "Where are the Magius?"

Mifuyu shook her head. "I can't… the Magius want to help magical girls from this fate. Do you want to become a witch?"

"Or what?" Yachiyo spat. She pressed Mifuyu into the wall with a little more force, the two of them chest to chest as she glared down at her. "My wish has already cost plenty of others their lives in trade for my own. Isn't that what witches do?" Her wordshung in the air for a moment.

"Yacchan…" Mifuyu spoke quietly, her eyes reflecting her concern. Before that moment, she hadn't had any idea that Yachiyo thought that way about herself.

Yachiyo studied Mifuyu's face for a long second before she spoke, "Don't pity me. You're the pitiful one."

Mifuyu looked away, unable to deny that fact. "I don't think—"

"I'm done with that conversation." Yachiyo said before repeating, "Where are the Magius?"

"I can't tell you, Yacchan." Mifuyu tried to stand her ground.

Yachiyo pressed against the other, putting both hands on each side of Mifuyu's head. "Then tell me where Iroha is." Her tone carried a threatening weight to it.

"I don't know. That's why the Magius sent out Feathers to find her… because no one knows where she is."

"Stop lying to me." Yachiyo narrowed her eyes at Mifuyu, her patience already paper thin. "Tell me or I'll make you tell me."

"I really don't have any informa—!" Mifuyu was abruptly cut off by Yachiyo grabbing her shoulders, pressing them back into the concrete as she initiated a kiss. With the positions they were in, Mifuyu barely had an inch to spare to try and back away.

After a few seconds, Yachiyo pulled back just a little. "I'll get a lead from you, no matter what I have to do."

"Yacchan, that's…" Mifuyu was both shaken and red in the face at the same time. Even though she knew Yachiyo was driven with such sinister motive, she couldn't say she didn't want to feel Yachiyo's lips on her own again.

"I hate you so much. You've taken the one person who taught me to trust after everything and are leaving me alone again." Yachiyo hissed, their faces so close that she could feel Mifuyu's breathing on her lips.

Mifuyu closed her eyes and let out a small breath. "I don't know anything, Yacchan. Doing this will just make you feel worse."

Yachiyo didn't say anything as she moved her hand from Mifuyu's shoulder to under her chin. Could she feel worse than she already did? She was already at an all time low. There was no deeper she could go. That thought and the heat she felt from her fury together made her throw aside any morality she had that might have stopped her from continuing. "There is no worse feeling than this." Yachiyo said, her voice quiet. With no more comment, the taller girl pressed her lips against Mifuyu's again.

Despite the thought that she knew she should push Yachiyo away, Mifuyu couldn't find the strength. She knew that this wasn't what the other wanted but Mifuyu missed this feeling. She missed the feeling of Yachiyo's lips against her own. She missed feeling her body heat, feeling the two of them pressed together. However, it wasn't right and Mifuyu knew that.

Yachiyo parted her lips in an invitation to deepen the kiss. She couldn't explain her own feelings. The stirring in her abdomen from her absolute anger and hate for what Mifuyu was participating in and what she had done to her was being crossed in her brain with passion and arousal. The thoughts of angrily fucking information out of Mifuyu filled her mind and that became her objective.

Mifuyu opened her mouth a little, accepting the feeling of their kiss. Despite her own morality, she didn't stop Yachiyo from anything she was doing. She lifted her arms and draped them over Yachiyo's shoulders as she let out a soft hum into their kiss.

As their kissed deepened, Yachiyo moved the hand that was under Mifuyu's chin down her chest, resting her hand above her breast.

After a few moments, Yachiyo finally pulled away from the kiss. "What do you know?" She repeated her question from earlier.

Mifuyu shook her head a little. Even if she could share any information, she almost didn't want to. How far would this situation go if she withheld everything she knew?

Yachiyo narrowed her eyes as she roughly pressed her into the wall again, this time a hand over Mifuyu's clothed chest. "You're such a fucking liar." She said in a hiss, aggressively groping at the soft flesh through her clothes.

The sudden fierce grip on her boob causes Mifuyu to let out a breathy gasp and she squirmed a little against the other. "Ahh, haah, Y-Yacchan, I can't…"

Yachiyo glared at her for a long moment, scepticism on her face. She leaned in and nipped at Mifuyu's chin, leading her way to her ear. She sucked on her earlobe, before she spoke in a dark tone. "If you won't tell me, I'll just have to fuck it out of you, won't I?"

Mifuyu shivered at the way Yachiyo nearly whispered something so dark in her ear. Those words sent a wave of heat straight to her core. "I- Hmm, I won't say any-anything…"

Hearing what she didn't want to hear, Yachiyo bit a little too hard at Mifuyu's neck. When the other tensed up, the taller girl led her free hand to pin one of Mifuyu's wrists to the concrete wall behind her. She licked where she had bitten before sucking on the area.

Mifuyu flinched when Yachiyo bit her, letting out a small yelp. She shifted, about to try to pull away despite being pressed against so aggressively. However, Yachiyo seemed to have caught on to the thought of defiance and pinned her hand against the wall. "D-don't leave marks…" Mifuyu murmured, before remembering that this was supposed to be some sick sexual torture for information or something. She really had no room for requests, did she?

Yachiyo pulled away from the bruise mark she left in a very clearly obvious spot on her upper neck. "I won't leave marks if you tell me where the Magius are." She said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Mifuyu shook her head again, "N-no." She replied to the request for information again.

"Then I'll do whatever I want." Yachiyo said, gripping at Mifuyu's chest again. While nipping at the clear jawline of the girl against the wall, Yachiyo let the hand on her boob move slowly down to her stomach. She pushed her belted shirt up a bit to rest her cool hand on Mifuyu's lower abdomen.

Mifuyu let out a small hum as she watched Yachiyo's face. "Yacchan…" She knew it was wrong of her to use this toxic version of her close friend to fulfill dreams she'd had since she realised her mistake after joining the Magius. She missed being with Yachiyo. She missed the soft kisses and dinner times and sneaking touches in publish. She missed being playfully pinned to the floor or the wall as Yachiyo teased her. She missed the steamy nights under the covers with Yachiyo. Even though it was selfish of her, she was going to let this continue.

Yachiyo traced lines against the elastic of Mifuyu's shorts as she nipped her skin again. "This can stop right now if you just tell me where Iroha is or who I need to talk to to find her."

"Hm…" Mifuyu moaned quietly before she looked to the side, "I don't have anything to give…" She lied. Of course, she didn't want to tell Yachiyo anything she did know whether or not that led to having sex with Yachiyo.

A new wave of frustration washed over Yachiyo. She shifted the hand that had been holding Mifuyu's wrist to the wall to her neck. "You really are someone so different than the Mifuyu I knew." She hissed. Despite her anger and frustration, she couldn't bring herself to do anything more than threaten to choke the girl she had once been so close to. It was painful that they were on different sides now. For six years, she and Mifuyu had been allies. For some of that time, they had been more than friends.

Mifuyu kept looking away. "You're someone different than the Yacchan I knew." She replied, her voice quiet. Before her mental breakdown that resulted in her joining the Magius, Mifuyu couldn't think of a single time she could have even imagined Yachiyo doing what she was doing at that moment.

Yachiyo didn't say anything as she let the hand holding Mifuyu's neck loosely fall to her shoulder. Instead of speaking again, she pressed her hand into Mifuyu's shorts.

"Ah..!" Mifuyu shifted a little at the sudden cool touch over her core. "Y-Yacchan..!"

Yachiyo pressed her middle finger into the hot, wet lower lips of Mifuyu. Despite the lack of much foreplay, Mifuyu was soaked and obviously aroused.

"Haaah, th-that's…!" Mifuyu stuttered out, gripping at Yachiyo's hair with one hand, her other hand gripping Yachiyo's side so she didn't immediately fall from the sudden attention to her cunt.

"I didn't realise you were such a kinky girl, Mifuyu." Yachiyo said as she ran her finger down and back up inside of the warm labia. "You're so wet from me threatening you… What a slut."

Mifuyu's face was bright red from Yachiyo saying such a thing about her. She had always placed herself in a very vanilla category. However, Yachiyo was right; she was enjoying herself, despite what this was supposed to be. She wanted to say something in reply, but the slow and deliberate strokes of Yachiyo's fingers not to touch any specific area inside of her but getting so close made her mind like static and all she could manage to do was let out quiet hums and moans.

Yachiyo continued to tease getting close to Mifuyu's clit, stopping just shy of it every time. The way she had her own body pressed against Mifuyu, the other couldn't even try to move her hips for more sensation. "You know what I want. I know what you want. Tell me what I want to know and I'll give you what you want." Yachiyo said, slipping a second finger inside Mifuyu's lower lips. She lowered her hand a little, pressing the tips of her fingers into Mifuyu's core.

"Hnngh, Y-Yaacchan…" Mifuyu couldn't help as she tried to press down into Yachiyo's hand. She couldn't share what she knew, but as she became more aroused she started losing her will to keep her secrets. She just wanted Yachiyo to bury her fingers deep inside of her and rub her clit until she lost her mind.

Moving her fingers away from Mifuyu's entrance back to teasingly stroking her without actually touching her clit, Yachiyo spoke. "Where is Hotel Fendt Hope?"

Mifuyu let out a small breath as she tried to withstand her arousal so she wouldn't speak with no filter. "I-I don't know…" She said, her voice weak from her current state. Her short hair was sticking to her skin from sweating.

"Where do the Wings of the Magius meet?" Yachiyo asked, moving the hand that wasn't in Mifuyu's shorts to her chest. She massaged the soft breast as she continued teasing her cunt without touching anything specifically sensitive.

"Haa, I-I, hmm, can't say…" Mifuyu replied breathily. "Pl-please, Yacchan… I can't do this…"

Yachiyo didn't stop teasing and didn't give her direct pleasure, "You know what I want first."

Mifuyu huffed from how turned on she was. Her free will was being slowly chiseled away the longer she stayed in that constant state of almost satisfied but not quite. "Aah, hhnn, H-Hotel Fendt Hope… it, mm, moves."

With this step closer to what she wanted, Yachiyo shifted her fingers down and slipped them slowly into Mifuyu. She didn't move after burying her fingers to the second knuckle into the other. "Moves? Like a witch?"

"Nnghh, ah! Yes, haa, yes, l-like a witch..!" Mifuyu's words were slurred in with moans as her body twitched and jerked from the heat and the sudden pleasure of Yachiyo even barely inside of her.

Yachiyo let out a small sound in thought before she started moving her fingers in and out, in a pace that did nothing but add to the teasing. "And this is where the Magius are?"

Mifuyu let out a groan as she felt like she could cum from just the slow pleasure she was being given. She nodded, before she let her head fall forward onto Yachiyo's shoulder as she gripped at the other's hair and hip. "B-but… ahh, even, aahh, I don't know where, hmm, it is… b-because it moves…" Despite spilling so much to Yachiyo, she was still trying not to say too much.

After thinking about what Mifuyu said, Yachiyo decided that that was a good starting point for her search. If Hotel Fendt Hope moved, she could only infer it was engulfed in an Uwasa. "Is there a way to find it? Any trace of magic? Or some other method?"

Mifuyu shook her head, trying her best to maintain some self control as she moaned, panted, and shook in her current state. "Y-Yacchan, pl-please…" Mifuyu said in nearly a whisper as she tried to rock against Yachiyo's hand inside of her.

Yachiyo felt like she'd not gotten nearly the leads she had been hoping for, but hearing Mifuyu whine in such a voice swayed her decision in continuing to tease her. She shifted her hand a little so she could use her thumb to begin rubbing against Mifuyu's clit.

The moment Yachiyo barely brushed against her aching bud, Mifuyu let out a gasp and would have undoubtedly fallen had she not been being propped up by Yachiyo pressed against her. She was already so close that she was seeing stars at the attention, "Ahh, Yacchan, Yacchan…!"

Moving her fingers inside of Mifuyu and rubbing her clit with her thumb, Yachiyo watched Mifuyu's face. Despite the fact that she had degraded the other like this for intel, she found herself aroused by seeing Mifuyu so weak from the interrogation.

Mifuyu tugged at Yachiyo's hair and groaned, suddenly tensing. She could only let out a moan as she hit her orgasm, one that she'd been edging for the last few minutes.

Yachiyo took in a sharp breath from her hair being so suddenly pulled as Mifuyu hit her climax. She stayed focused on the other, moving her fingers with purpose until Mifuyu's body practically collapsed against her.

Mifuyu panted, so warm and winded from the intense peak she'd hit. Since joining the Magius, Mifuyu hadn't had much time for something like this. She didn't help herself often and the only one who wanted to service her was Alina, whom she didn't interact with frequently. Being touched by Yachiyo was vastly different than either of those options though. She knew the right pace and the right places to touch.

Yachiyo withdrew her hand from Mifuyu's shorts, not immediately moving away. "Can you stand?"

"I… don't think so." Mifuyu replied quietly. She was still breathless and her legs felt like jello. Her whole body felt like jello.

Yachiyo let out a small sigh and moved back slowly, supporting Mifuyu to help her sit down on the ground. Even despite the hate she still held for the other, remnants of her old feelings of care for Mifuyu shone through.

Letting out a sigh, Mifuyu rested her head on the wall behind her. The regret of telling Yachiyo even such little information was overshadowed by the exhaustion from the orgasm she had just experienced. What kind of person had she become to have allowed Yachiyo to have done this?

Yachiyo had pulled her phone out and was typing away on her notes, letting out her own breath. She was still heated, her own panties soiled from her arousal. However, her own needs meant nothing at the moment. She needed to find Hotel Fendt Hope. That was her only lead to finding Iroha.

"The last place... Fendt Hope was near the radio tower…" Mifuyu muttered out before she shifted a little to try and get herself to a standing position. Once on her feet, albeit unstably, Mifuyu turned away. "Yacchan… I really do miss you. I wish you would just listen to me."

Yachiyo tensed up at Mifuyu's words, shaking her head a little. "Are you blind to the things the Magius are doing? Or do you just not care?"

Mifuyu looked down at the ground, trying to ignore that her chest felt tight. "They are trying to help weak magical girls from their fate."

"By hurting others." Yachiyo said, her tone stiff. "This never should be a fight between magical girls." After saying this, Yachiyo ran her fingers through her hair before pushing the strands out of her face.

"You won't listen, will you?" Mifuyu said dejectedly. She bit the inside of her cheek before turning away. "Anyway, I hope you find Tamaki-san." Mifuyu said before creating an illusion barrier to take her leave. If she spent anymore time with Yachiyo after all of that, she would probably start crying.

Yachiyo let out a heavy sigh and ran the hand she'd injured punching the wall earlier across her face. Her feelings were running rampant and she was slightly disoriented from the heat that was inevitably tormenting her. But she didn't have time to deal with that. She needed to search for Iroha before anything else.

She kept repeating the mantra over and over again, 'I will find Iroha.'