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Warning: This story is rated M for sexual content, which includes anal, tentacles, monsters, and mature content. If you are under the age of 18, then please read with caution since you are under-aged. You have been warned.
Chapter One: The Missed Opportunity
It was a stalwart summer day along the coastline of a quiet and inconsequential port town. The sky was cloudless, and the sunlight felt extremely uncomfortable. It was towards the late afternoon, or when local shops would be closing for the day. In one particular ice cream parlor were two young adults, but they were not normal residents. They were magical girls, or chosen individuals who fought off concealed enemies that the townsfolk never knew of, except for one major incident. Each magical girl, or boy, was paired up with a partner because if something happened to the one then the other could overpower the fiend, or warn others of the immediate danger.
The two magical girls were Kozakura, and Masako. Kozakura was the older one with twenty-one years of age. She had five feet four inches of height. Her hair was tied into two twin tails, but her left side was shorter than the right side. The color was pink with heavy blond highlights, but the short tail was all pink, and the other was all goldenrod. Scarlet ribbons formed tiny bows at the top of each point, and were intertwined with the long strands of hair. Rose eyes were almost always squinting with seriousness. She was wearing a white apron over a crimson colored jacket. Left sleeve was long the other was short. Beneath the uncomfortable soft leather was a white tang top. Blue jeans concealed her lightly buffed limbs. Pale sneakers squeaked across the tiled floor.
Masako was an age and an inch lower than the assigned companion was. She had cobalt colored hair with black edging, and two curly long pigtails bounced on the sides of her head. Her sapphire eyes were always pleasant like she had something positive on her mind. She also was wearing a white apron, and had on a bleached jacket with short sleeves. Her dress went down to her knees, and had plaid stripes of ivory and azure. Light colored stockings were kind of transparent, or also revealed that she too was a slightly muscular with years of intensive exercise. Her shoes were beetle black dress style with ribbon bow straps on top.
'Just one more hour to go,' Kozakura thought to herself with a frown. They were both standing behind the glass counter, which had several bins of ice cream within it. There were many colors and flavors. A black plastic menu was behind them along the wall listing all of the prices and choices that the customers could choose from. The walls and tiles were white with random red decorations like ice cream scoops or bubbles. The metal tables and chairs were also ruby flavored, and some were occupied with content eaters. To the left was the kitchen door, and to the left of that was the back exit. To the right of the counter was the main entrance or transparent windows. Sometimes the people walking by would glance into the store. Several minutes went by, as the customers began to leave. It was just the two employees and Masako let out a delightful sigh of relief.
"I think we can start to clean up now," she stated with a smile. "That day went by quickly." They were both standing behind a plastic counter that had the metallic cash machine. Masako began to count the money, and turned to her reluctant friend. "Would you like to share a scoop of ice cream with me? Then you can do the dishes in the back." Kozakura actually exchanged a smirk with her.
"Yeah, sure," the taller one retorted. She went to the front door, closed it, and switched around the standard "Open/Closed" sign to the latter. "Which flavor would you like to try?" It was Friday, or the last workday of the week. Every Friday Masako would treat Kozakura with some paid ice cream. They enjoyed attempting every single type of ice cream that was available including ones that they created themselves. The job was temporary or seasonal. They would return to college once the summer was over, so the wages were applied to the large academy fees.
"I'm in the mood for plain boring vanilla," Masako chortled. She put on some disposable see-through gloves, a tan colored cake cone went into her left hand, and a metal spoon went into the right fist. She swirled the two lumps into her own cone, and then began to lick the cold bitter ice cream. Kozakura did the same motions, but picked the mint chocolate chip one or the ocean blue colored frozen milk with chunks of sugar on the inside. They both went outside through the back door after putting back the work tools. There was a teal colored iron bench that sat by the doorway, and had a patch of grass around it. They could see the next door buildings on both sides with a miniature sidewalk going through, which allowed the employees to step outside if they needed some air.
Kozakura and Masako spent the next ten minutes or so just eating away at the delicious treat. Kozakura was not much of a talker, and Masako was hungry. They then went back inside, and Kozakura went into the kitchen. It was a petite room with the same white tiling practically everywhere. The sink, stove, and counters were all silver colored with smooth surfaces. There were some empty ice cream cartons that needed to be washed out, and replaced with more desserts. Kozakura released a burdening and painful exhale while she put on some hand covers, and went to work. The water faucet went on, and she could not hear anything else over the roar of it.
Masako was in the main eating area while she began to arrange the chairs, and sweep up the floor. She suddenly felt footsteps like something immense was sauntering towards her. Her now somewhat frightened eyes looked up at the exit door, and standing there were three uninvited guests. They were about six feet five inches tall with deep purple scales all over their buff human-like structures. Beady black aquatic eyes gazed back at her. Ocean salmon tinted seashells were on their backs for protection. The creatures growled a low tone as if attempting to speak.
"Hello there," one of them grumbled with a slight hiss. Yes, the monsters could communicate with humans, but they were usually not so polite. Masako felt paralyzed all over with dread. Her left hand immediately went to her right wrist. On it was a cerulean-chained bracelet with two charms on it. One item had a lock on it, and the other held a key to it. She managed to take out the tiny component, but she was shaking so badly that it was accidentally tossed to the floor. "That's it. The less resistance the better for you." One of the visitors sluggishly made its way towards the front door as if it was trapping her inside the shop. The other went towards the kitchen. Masako was slightly pinned between the two, and kept turning her head to see where they were positioned.
"Oh…" Masako whined beneath her mumbling breath of despair. She felt so emotionally overwhelmed that she passed out from the intense dread, and fell to the floor with her closed eyes facing the back open framework. She was on her right side, so her arms were dangling in front of her near the tiny precious cargo. The creature that said something shook its head in disappointment while the one that was near the kitchen stopped walking.
"That's a first," the thing retorted with a chuckle in its voice. "I'm glad that none of us had to perish today. I heard that one of these humans resisted capture so badly that we lost a dozen of our guys before she gave up. Anyway, leave the magical girl's associate. We only need one of them." The guard by the front entrance sluggishly made its way to her sleeping self, and picked her up with her head resting on one upper limb, and her legs dangling over the other while her pigtails were bouncing around in sync with each step of the brute.
The three hulks stood up straight with expressions of victory upon their alien like faces. One of them raised its right hand, and activated a unique skill. A cloud of black and purple seashell shards along with a lot of dust emerged out of thin air, and engulfed all of them before they disappeared or were transported to an unknown location. Masako did not wake up, so she continued to snooze while the enemy was getting away.
Kozakura continued to clean up the kitchen with the deep sense that something dreadful was nearby, but she ignored it since she didn't know what the feeling was. The discomforting gut punch that she had was the ability to detect nearby monsters, but she thought it was just her own personal guilt about accidentally snapping at an irritating customer earlier that day. Both girls were magical girls, but were still considered trainees.
They had just graduated from the main club called Sortilege, which granted them their attainments after a month long instructional class with an examination at the end. Anyone could become a fighter like him or her, but they had to be recommended by one of the club members or staff. Masako's peer from college told her about the mysterious association and Masako asked her best friend Kozakura to study with her. They both appreciated the concept of transforming into elegant outfits while showering the enemy with illuminating aggression.
The locals thought that magical girls were fiction, but for those who believed then they too could join Sortilege. The event that changed that was claimed to be a hoax. Basically what happened was that one magical girl was rumored to be a dark magical girl or was sided with the strange creatures. One day though she had a huge downtown battle with the fiends, and destroyed a lot of them like they had some kind of sudden disagreement. The people claimed that it was a secret movie filming with actors wearing costumes while role playing the action, but some people realized that the war between the magical girls and the abnormality was realistic.
Kozakura finished her work, and returned to the main dining area. The odd impression was gone, but so was Masako. The employee cautiously looked around the entire room, but her friend was not there. She went out back to where they were when they ate the ice cream, but she was not there either. A bit of bewilderment and concern came over her like an abrupt tidal wave. Did the schoolmate simply depart early without saying good-bye, or was she assisting a customer somewhere else? Kozakura opened up the front door before poking her head outside to check the store exterior, but she was still out of sight.
'That's really weird,' Kozakura thought to herself. 'She usually doesn't just up and leave.' The lass made another round from the kitchen, to the back, and to the front before finally eyeing the glittery key that was still on the floor. 'Her index?' The indicant would go into the amulet hole that was on the bracelet lock, which would convert the wearer into the combat attire. She noticed the pile of eerie dirt.
'Scurfs.' The cryptic things were called Scurfs. There were several known forms of them, and they originated from an atelier induction gone askew while attempting to duplicate the dynamism of the magical girls. Unfortunately magical girls could not go wherever they desired to in the blink of an eye. She remembered that the vile animals always evaporated with a bit of lint like they shed a bit of themselves whenever they retreat. 'Maybe someone at Sortilege will know what to do. I certainly don't, and I don't want to do this by myself.' Kozakura gave off an attitude of toughness, but on the inside she was sobbing in agony. The store was finally locked up after she got the strength to move on, and she decided to go to the club the next day in the morning.
Masako was awoken with a gentle startle. She gazed around to see that she was somewhere else, which was a miniature room of about ten feet by ten feet with white walls and a soft beige carpet. There were doors to the left and the right on the opposite side of the space. The windows were also to the left of the openings, and exposed a cubical like hallway to the one side, and the sunset on the other. She could see a few skinny trees and heeded the sound of vehicles driving nearby like she was by a road.
A plain white wooden office table was in the center of the extent. A black rolling chair with cushions was facing her like someone had recently sat there. A tan colored plant pot was on the floor by her lower limbs, which were spread out like she was simply tossed against the wall. Her head was leaning on the surface of the back bulwark. In the pot was normal looking dirt, but the vine itself was a shade of clover with purple hues. Her arms were surprisingly not confined, so she decided to stand up to see if she could escape.
'Bummer.' Masako checked both of the doorknobs, and they were locked. The windows were also sealed, and no one else seemed to be around. She peered across the hallway to see another carpeted room, but that one had wooden furniture in it like it was on display. She didn't recognize the location at all, except the horizon was identical. 'I'm stuck!' Masako felt hopelessness tingle from head to toe. She thought that maybe she could throw the chair at the window to break it, but she felt physically frail. The azure colored hair young adult decided to sit down to attempt to calm her nerves with her back pressing against the wall like before. However, the weed began to talk to her like the Scurfs, or it was a variant model of it.
"I can help you feel better," it told her. "I like to give massages." The outer shell changed to a black shade of scales with the same lilac tones. The mouth of it was like a Venus flytrap with pointy pale spikes along an opening of a flower with brittle pedals. Thin vines emerged from its main stem, and began to extend towards her. "Relax." It could tell that the victim was beginning to squirm in apprehension. The tentacles increased in width to an inch, and appeared to be coated in slime. Then they split into eight. Two for the ankles. Two for the wrists.
"Stop it!" she begged. Two more wrapped around her concealed breasts, and began to gently caress them. The magical girl couldn't help herself, and loudly moaned. They twisted around and around while squeezing the balloons. Her cheeks became pink with embarrassment. The temperature of the room felt like it had increased even though the sun was setting. Sweat was dripping down her brow.
"Oh!" Masako moaned again. She was distracted for a moment, and didn't see that the one tentacle was now a few inches away from her. Arousal was tingling from head to toe, and her tits were poking through her attire. The usually affable individual was vexed, and felt like the one thing in front of her was making her feel rather uncomfortable with pending tension. A tentacle that was attached to the Scurf's stalk was flopping about, and immediately went for her underskirt. She could feel it slithering around underneath between her legs.
'I can't stop this from happening.' Masako whined while she felt the tip of the length reach her cerulean colored panties, and tug them off to her right ankle with a single stroke. She was left wide open for the assault. Her hands were pinned parallel to her shoulders, and her shoes were slowly declining into the carpet. She was still being touched across the bust, and now her pussy was the target. The pinnacle rubbed against her feminine opening while she released more whines of discomfort. It shoved itself inside without any warning signs, and went so far in that she could feel it wiggling in her womb.
'Ew!' Masako wailed while the tentacle began to go outward, but then quickly made its way forward to the same spot. The feeling of it piercing between her inner walls caused her to feel even more titillated. A tentacle that she could not witness at all penetrated her vulnerable butt from below. The double penetration caused her to loudly holler with a bit of agony and delight in her voice. Both pinnacles of the dildo like tentacles would go as far as they could before being withdrawn, and forwardly thrashed back into the depths of her presence. Her boobs would have been bouncing upward and downward if they were not so bound down. She glanced down at her stomach area, and the bulge of the tentacle was so abundant that it was discernible through her attire.
"Look!" the Scurf shouted. Her distracted gape suddenly focused on the flower, which had changed a bit in the past few minutes. In the center was a pool of pallid ooze and dozens of round objects that looked like marbles. "I'm sure that you will like this next part." The slime began to sink like it was being pumped through the tentacles. She watched while the vines swelled with it. The tentacles that were inside of her began to ejaculate, in which the semen was hot or felt astounding to her inner walls.
"C-Coming!" Masako exclaimed. The sensation of the unearthly orgasm caused her to go over the sexual edge. Her body began to tremble with waves of tangible relief and pleasure throbbing throughout. Her stomach was beginning to bubble and amplify. She could perceive the swooshing of the discharge like someone was squeezing a bottle of stubborn lotion. The bottom of her dress was wet with cum. "C-can I go home now?" She felt tired, and her breaths were heavy. She could feel her heart racing at a brisk pace.
"Maybe. Maybe not." The Scurf chortled like it was laughing at her. "That was phase one out of three." The tentacles that were inside her began to multiply, and thrust forward and back as if taunting her to do it again. "I can tell that you want to see this through to the end. Besides, you may be here for a while. Why not have some fun?" Masako sighed and whined during the beginning of the wild violation from the inside out.
End of Chapter One