Setting: Puella Magi Madoka Magica.

*This story uses the Essence CYOA, details at the end.


Puella Magi Magnus Tutu.

Chapter 1


What am I doing?

I stopped in my tracks, looking out at the spreading darkness.

I was… talking with a godlike being… I accepted some kind of deal have I not? Presumable gained some powers delivered from the Essence Cyoa.

Then why am I walking down this dark corridor? What is this place anyway?

I had to stop my feet once again, realizing only now they had started to move again.

A dim light from a lamp above illuminated what appeared to be a corridor, the walls beside me were of white so deep that made the eye slip away from its surface, and the floor was made from long planks of wood that emitted quiet yet booming creaks with each of my steps. Beyond me, at the far distance, there was only darkness.

A table with a potted plant on top emerged from that darkness as I moved, that made me blink because I didn't realize I was moving at all.

Once again, I stopped my feet.

And tried not to panic.

Ok, this place isn't normal, isn't normal at all!

I yanked my eyes from the far darkness ahead before my mind could start conjuring horrors, and stared at the white wall; they were a lot dirtier than it first seemed.

One… two… three… I counted slowly and methodically, trying to match my breathing to the count, when my heart stopped trying to burst from my chest, I started to take in my situation.

I spoke with ROB, presumably gain powers, and am now in a creepy hallway that seems to stretch for eternity.

I really, really hope ROB hasn't sent me to the Silent Hill universe because this seems very much like fucking P.T. to me!

My hand grabbed the edge of the table with the potted plant while I rested my forehead agaisnt the cold wall-

Wait-Table!?- I moved again!

No!-No NO-Calm, calm, I can't freak out right now, I have powers right, Essences, those are fairly powerful.

I took a deep breath, straitening myself under the light. By that point, I noticed I was wearing a formal suit, and that my body was different.

Very different.

No lumps of fat on my chest, thank god, only a pectoral bulk of warm hardness. I loosened the thigh knot of my tied and pulled the collar of my dress shirt.

What I saw was the chiseled torso of a Greek statue come to life, a vast layer of stone-hard muscles clad in warm flesh with a manly topping of wiry chest hair. Everything from my neck down looked straight of a woman's wet dream.

My hand rose to my face, feeling the changes. A sharp, two-days old stubble over an angular jaw, tight skin over high cheekbones, razor-like eyebrows, slightly pulled skin around the eyes, black hair falling over the edge of my vision. It was too early to say it, but I think my new face match my new body.

Alright, whatever Essences I drank clearly has upgraded my body, I don't know why I'm on a suit… or why I'm carrying a suitcase, but at least I can use these new, hopefully super-powered, muscles to fight off whatever the fuck was in the dark… For what this is worth against the monsters from P.T.

God, pleases don't be P.T.

I stopped once again… There is only so much scared a human could get with things that repeatedly happened without change, so this time I got angry. Just what the hell was making me move!?

- Something in the air -

It wasn't a thought, It wasn't even words, it was more like… a subconscious insight, an old memory, a small, automatic reaction from the brain, like seeing 2 plus 2 writing on a board and knowing the answer.

There was something in the air, I realized, and on the very same instant, I could see the air being inhaled and exhaled from my nose, even though this was once invisible for my eyes.

I was breathing something that was making me move – Loosening the mind – It was affecting my head, wait it was affecting my head? Why didn't I noticed…

Hazy… world… feels… She is crying… must go to her…

*Click*

I stopped.

… I'm losing my conscience, no, the higher functions on my brain are being muffled, but each time that happens something clicks in my mind – instincts, self-preservation, auto-casting, mindcraft discipline, Occlumency technique - that bounces me back to awareness.

*Click*

Warm, tingling, my head ached for a second like it was just released from a tight grip. The pain felt good, the pain is human; it set things straight. It lasted for a brief moment… and I stopped my feet.

… What was that?

- Auto-casting, mental self-preservation protocols, purification/awakening spells -

- Magic. -

The answer came to me suddenly, a seemingly obvious answer that was nested in the back of my head but didn't stir until I summoned it, it was like remembering something essential and feeling silly that you'd forgotten in the first place.

This is magic.

I can use magic.

In a blink of an eye, the corridor was different.

Its appearance didn't change, but the details of it changed, it was like I suddenly knew the type of wood the floor was made of, or the type of the paint used on the walls, but instead of such mundane things…

- Emotion-based pseudo demi-field cast upon a piece of reality –

Before my eyes, the wall seems to fade just for a second, revealing an empty, barren field with abandoned train wagons at a distance.

- Trails of magic in everything, the air littered with a spore-base mind-dampening spell -

It stinks, it stinks so much. I stumbled back and brought my hand over my mouth to try to fight against the smell. Good, God! How did I miss this before!?

- Thaus, particles of magic, confirmed in the atmosphere, no sign of Ether: a physical type of magical system rather than a mystical one. Taint, substantial amounts of taint, dangerous amounts of taint, the magic that is forming this place is tainted -

Thoughts blasted on my head like traumatic memories being triggered, I stumbled against the walls, feeling pure, immaculate knowledge crystalizing in my mind.

I know magic.

- Thaus particles dead or crippled, Emotional base mutation found I can see the magic in the air, even more than the spell cast upon it, the same magic is present in the walls, in the floor, in the light, in the dark, a singular type of magic composed everything in this dimension, a crippled, twisted kind of magic stirring with shades of emotional despair.

Slowly, I pushed myself away from the walls and stood in the center of the alien mass of corrupted magic with my own two feet. The harrowing experience would drive a sensitive mage insane, but against the mind of an Essence-empowered archmage, it was nothing.

Another dark spell was cast… it took the form of a childlike squeal of dream-fulfilled happiness, I wasn't responsible for it, of course, it was this dark place and the monsters in it.

I definitely wasn't responsible for the silly victory dance either; clearly the work of devils trying to make me look bad.

"PU!"

I didn't jump. I was an archmage, I faced the unknown with the chilly stoicness of man who has seen everything.

Right before me, there was a stunted little creature resembling a mushroom, it was jumping and waving its arms around to get my attention.

I blinked; mind too numb for the magical epiphany to properly process the sudden appearance of an actual monster.

"Pu! Pu! Puuu!" The little mushroom creature continued to jump. Absentmindedly, I took noticed that its approach and movements has increased the potency of the mind-numbing spores even further. But by that point, my mind was too well defended for it to have any effect.

Occlumency bitch, yeee!

"Puu!" It was an angry 'pu' apparently; the creature grabbed my hand and started to pull. A comical, looney tunes-like show of a tiny creature trying to move something way larger and heavier than itself followed.

I stared at the construct; it was made from the same kind of magic everything else was made off, in fact, there was virtually no difference between it and the potted plant from early, but it was obvious that it's trying to drag me forwards, in the same direction the mind-numbing spell was drawling me.

Another part of me weighted what I knew about mushroom people; there were those cute-looking monsters from Dark Souls, and those chill stoner dudes from DnD… I decided I rather like mushroom people.

On a serious note, this is a pocket dimension entirely made from corrupted magic. I doubt anything here has my best interest in mind.

My magical knowledge still raw in my head, it needs a few days to integrate properly but with everything I know now, the sturdy basics of several magical systems - with a strong tendency toward mind magic due to the prompting from the spores - gave me confidence that I could deal with the things ahead. Plus, I was curious, drunk with the sense of adventure, and giggly because of my new abilities.

So I let the little mushroom dude pull me toward the dark.

Something I can safely say about the tedious, one-way-with-nothing-to-look-at journey, it was good training for my budding mental shields. The deeper we went, the heavier the concentrations of spores became, and stronger was their effects, I concentrated inward as I walked, building walls and traps under an overlay of illusions all while I gawked at the ease I was doing that, this was a magic-base hyper meditation, and I was doing it while my body was moving, I never even managed to meditate on my own before. Jesus, high-level Occlumency is such bullshit…

No, Essences are such bullshit, I realized what it has done; this body must have belonged to an actual archmage, it certainly seems to by the way it was reacting to my, admittedly still clumsy, attempts of magic, it was like a well-used glove, everything I did fit easily and comfortably.

It was a good thing because I don't think I could've handled these spore if I didn't have such insane magical reserves or such genius insights ready to burst toward the front of my mind.

The more intense spores were affecting me, not much, not for long, but they did. An ever-presence hazy tingled in my vision, a lack of happened of balance here and there, each time it forced me to up my game, each time it forced me to absorb and integrate more knowledge and increase the sophistication of my growing mental landscape.

When I stepped in front of the door with the spores so intense that there was a constant purple haze oozing from around it, I was adept mind mage.

"Pu, Pu, Puuu!" The mushroom creature pointed insistently toward the door, it was obvious what it wanted me to do.

I… closed my eyes.

On my way here, the novelty of the experience was faded somewhat, and I managed to realize how stupid I was acting.

I was about to come face to face with the 'boss' of this place, the 'heart' of this entire demi-field if my senses where correct, and I had no plan of action. What was I going to do, talk? With a being producing a field this corrupt?

No, I was going on, but I wasn't going in empty-handed. I flipped the switch to loose my sore mental valve to the holy types of magic and let it pour all over my aching conscience; I really need to take a breather after this, the headache is quickly rising in the ranks of most painful that I ever felt.

But it was there, holy spells, light magic from a tangle of several magical systems, it would take some time to unravel - though not as much now with my magically induced mental disciplined - but it was serviceable. I grabbed what spells I could, particularly against taint and corruption, I don't know how effective they are going to be with an emotional-base taint though, maybe this needs further investigation.

"PUUU!" The mushroom kicked my ankle. Clearly pissed for the time I was taking.

I sighed. I guess that's the best I could do, for now, this was the fasted route out of this place, a confrontation with the heart. So I grabbed the handle of the door and pulled it open.

A smoky, dark purple wall descended over me as I walked inside.

… This place was a sharp reminder of the dread that I felt on the corridor on what it seems like an eternity ago, before my Essences kicked in and I started feeling invincible.

There were no lamps to offer dim lights, the only sources of light here were the blipping of electronics screens in the background, which didn't so much as illuminate, as contrasted the dark from the darker dark, accentuating the gloom of the thick purple mist as consequence. There were large thrash bags with dark fungus growing over it littered around the floor, queues of insects that look like they were rendered in another definition skittering around them. The whole room projected a cagey feeling of something dirty and cramped, yet with each step I take inside, it seems to subtly expand forward, but even then it didn't make more space because they were also infested with thrash bags and blipping electronics.

I gulped, trying to bear down the oppressive atmosphere, it felt like I was walking into a pit, just being here provoked an almost uncontrollable desire to getaway. But, as I noticed, my legs could only move forwards, bring me closer to the edge of the labyrinth of despair.

The haze cleared as I tightened the hold on my mental shields, but it stayed in the edge of my perception, ready to take advantage of every chance it could to affect me again.

My legs stopped, in an audible stop. I stood there in the middle of this nightmarish place, ready to face whatever was waiting for me.

I didn't expect a sob, but I did not let my guard down.

More sobs followed, they were quiet but boomed in a long echo that tingled the surface of my mental shield; I can only imagine the damage they would do to an unprotected mind. The mist became thicker; I could practically feel the spores pressing against my skin as if trying to infect me this way. When I didn't move, the mind-rattling sobs came again, louder this time, more full of despair.

The dark right in front of me moved, the light of the screens bore on the contours of something… and I felt my stomach churl.

The… thing looked like the most vivid depiction of a Lovecraftian monster I ever saw, on accord of not only being just as grotesque as one, but also have parts that don't seem to fit normal reality. It was boated, patchwork of aliens texture and moving colors, tangled together in a shape that resembled an enormous, cancerous mushroom. I took one unconscious set back by the sheer shook, and the creature wailed a long, booming sound that claws my mental shield like a maddened animal.

"Fucking-" My curse was broken by a wave of mist cresting over me. My body started to tingle as the sweet toxic smell descended my pipes, the first layer of mental shield struggled to stay up, but luckily it has held in several… hazy…

Fucking hell, why!?

The creature lumbered forward, its bottom appendices crumping the thrash and insects beneath. It was slow, unsteady, raising many limps at me while its creepy eyes poured down viscous purple tears. It took another step while the wailing twitted into incomprehensive words.

I grabbed the ears to stop the damn ringing, my once organized mindscape was a mess of leaking haze, I tried to focus on my Essence-infused knowledge, but my head hurt so hard, it ached so much.

My knee sagged to the thick mass of fungus and insects piling around me on the ground. D-Disgusting. Shit, so many, where the hell did they come from- a sharp knife of pain almost made me scream.

It's close, looming, hazy, my shields, I have…to… Don't leave, don't leave, stay with me, stay with me, staywithmestaywithmestaywaithmeplease!

F…fi...re…

Fire!

Fire surged. Bright, beautiful flames that chased away the darkness, in an instant the growing moss of fungus on my limb was vaporized, then it spread out, incinerating the very air itself. This was a far cry from a normal fire; it was magical, it flickered and roared with a distinctive texture and an explosive bright, almost if a painting has come to live and manifested aspects of the most destructive element.

It's light tingled my skin; it's roaring cleared my mind for the first time, I open my eyes to the wall of fire and rose to my feet, sensing the holy aspect that I was previously holding on, mixing with the raging of the primordial danger.

On the background, I hear the frightened shrieks of the creature, the rush of stubby feet's as more and more of those mushroom constructs invaded the room and tried to quell the inferno. The spore mist I could see from the gaps on the flickering flame has overtaken the entire room, basking the area with a solid screen of purple.

It made no difference, the mist failed to beat back my fire, so, from the eye of the storm, I let go of its leash, and holy flames blasted outwards, furiously incinerating anything in an almost zealous enthusiasm.

Everything was fuel, so everything burned.

… Until I snapped back into existence and my fire stopped burning tainted particles of magic and started burning flesh air.

I threw my hand to the side, and the fire was gone, causing a rush of wind as the atmosphere tried to compensate for the insane amount of oxygen somehow burned in a single second.

The world was still and made sense again.

I was alone in what appeared to be an abandoned train station or an industrial train cemetery of some kind. The very last rays of sunlight bared down the barren, now slightly charred, land, casting deep shadows over the wagons at the edge, and made the towering edifices of the distant city into dark monoliths that rose to touch the firsts night stars.

There was no trace of the tainted dimension; there is no trace of anything magical in the immediate surroundings.

My body sagged as the massive tension drop away from my shoulder; my briefcase fell on the ground beside me as I drop it in favor of holding my aching head. I drop my ass on the ground soon after, uncaring about the state of my fine trousers. From my mouth, a long, drawn-out groan encapsulated everything I was feeling at that moment.

I mean, walking right into the heart of the danger!? What the hell was I thinking!? I should have blasted a hole in the wall as soon as-Owwwww…

My head, my beautiful head, it's gonna pop! Oh fuck, I really shouldn't have abused my essences like that! Who knows what will happen- OUCH!

The throb was just the first of many; it was quickly becoming apparent that I was in for the worse migraine of my life.

*PLING*

And this mighty migraine shrunk back to allow space for my full awareness as my fight or flight instincts kicked back into motion. Before I realize I was several feet's away from where I was sitting, facing an entirely new direction and with holy fire threatening to form around me.

My eyes were focused on the thing responsible for the sudden sound. But after a few minutes of nothing happening, I lowered down my guard a bit and made my way towards it.

I couldn't see what it was in the growing darkness of the night, so I kept a small flickering fire orbiting around me. But even with the light, I didn't truly recognize it until it was in the palm of my hand.

It was a small, pin-like jewel; it looked like a stylish nail with a black, perfectly circular gem caged in the middle, it stood impossibly balanced on its pointy base, with the tip barely touching my skin, like it existed in its own gravity.

I recognized it immediately; any anime fan would have; it was one of the most recognizable sights in the medium.

A Grief Seed.

"Oh," I said as the pieces started to fall in place. "Oh shit!"

Grief Seeds are a concept of the iconic anime Puella Shoujo Madoka Magica, the anime that got me into the magical girl genre in the first place. I can vividly remember the show, having rewatched it by its entirely just a year back. Fuck, am I in this world!? And this grief seeds does that means…

A witch, I had faced a witch, I drop landed in this world right inside her labyrinth.

Hell, now I feel bad, like really bad, Madoka Magica's witches are one of the most pitiful antagonists in the history of anime, being literally the corrupted form of a despairing magical girls who were tricked into being part of a circle of misery engineered by the same uncaring beings that tricked them in the first place.

And I just killed one of them.

Fuck, I just… it's too much… I can't deal with this now… too much shit happening…

Palming the Grief Seed, I place it in my pocket and started walking away toward a hotel or something, still with a heavy heart for having killed something that I always wished I could help. I tried to tell myself there was nothing I could do as I found my way out of this place.

… I stopped right by the deserted entrance, a flick of… something, passing through my throbbing head.

What if… there was something…

It… wasn't a knowledge delivered by the essence; it wasn't one of the magical insights I had received in the labyrinth. It was something… different… deeper… it didn't even burden my already overburdened mind.

It didn't come from an Essence, for it was another Essence all together.

Slowly, methodically, I took out the Grief Seed from my pocket and brought it close to my lips. Something changed in the night air, something subtle, invisible, and undetectable, nothing more than an imaginary feeling, but real all the same; a shiver descending on the spine of the world was something impossible was about to happen.

"Hello," I said to the remnant of the corrupted soul of a girl, marinating in a sea of despair inside the black gem. "I believe you might be wary of those words, but…"

"Would you like to make a contract with me?"

-0-0-0-

"Here it is!" Said the estate agent as we walked inside the house. "One of our new state-of-the-art fully-furnished deluxe household! As you can see it was constructed in the new 'modern' style that's been all the buzz lately, now if you follow me."

"That won't be necessary," I said as I walked past him and laid my briefcase on the first table I saw, it was one of those exotic, designers-made tables that almost always marked the owner as a pretensions asshole. The whole house was like that… but if I remember the style of the houses of the show correctly, this was normal.

If the man was already struggling to keep his smile up, now he was actively fighting for it. I imagine that I must be raising all the suspicious flags, but he, like a true Japanese victim of their slavering work culture, was determinate to make the sale before rating me out to the police.

Can't really blame him, to be honest, what would you think of someone who walks around with an undocumented young teenager on his shadow, and with that said teenager currently facing the corner of the room, muttering gibberish like a traumatized victim. No wonder he was thinking of going to the police.

"I'll take it."

"Excuse me?" He blinked confusedly.

"The house, I'll even pay for it now."

Saying that I opened my briefcase to reveal my perfectly legitimate Japanese documents and loads of cash.

"How much is it?" I asked.

The guy failed to answer, his eyes shot from the case, to me, to the hunched teen in the corner.

"Err…I-I'm affair I can't conduct a transaction like that sir…" He rubbed his palms together. "There are documents you see…"

I sighed, turning around and shot my arm towards him. He flinched, his eyes reflectively focusing on the tip of my pointed finger.

"Short it out, will you." The burst of magic integrated into his mind like a key in a lock. The effects of the mind spell were immediately apparent from his posture alone. "Make it all official, all legal, don't ask questions and don't bother suspecting anything, or saying anything to anyone you don't need to, this is just another successful sale like any other, there was nothing out of the ordinary about it."

The guy relaxed, his smile was light and genuine. "Right away sir, leave everything to me!"

"And we will start living here now."

"Of course!" He agreed livelily.

When he was gone, I dropped my body on the disgustingly comfortable couch, sighing heavily as the event of the last couple of days started to dawn on me.

Christ, not long ago I was worried about a project not going well and lazy coworkers making even more of a mess, now I suddenly have enough power to literally bend the mundane side of this world to my will, have a body strong enough to fight a war by myself, and am currently sitting in a completely different world of my own trying to figure out what to do next.

Another considerable lighter weight dropped on my side, and I was starkly reminded of the big-breasted teenager girl sitting on my side. With the stranger gone, she saw fit to approach me finally, and now was grabbing the sleeve of my suit while looking ahead with a poorly executed smile on her face. Her eyes were completely hidden under her heavy bangs, but one could clearly see her bright blush if they looked at the right angle.

My hand landed on her head, causing an adorable surprised sound. That sound suddenly became a series of happy squeaks as my fingers started to stroke the soft black hair.

I smiled. At the very least, whatever I do next, I won't be doing alone.


Essence of the Blank

By taking this essence, you gain but one benefit:
Your potential becomes limitless. You can learn any discipline or skillset, even if you shouldn't be capable of it, without forgetting it and practice them into mastery, no matter how many you learn. Any abilities you have from other Essences will increase where possible and develop in ways beyond their initial purposes.

Essence of the Archmage
By consuming the essence of the Archmage you gain several boons

Perfect memory with infinite storage

Beyond genius level intellect

Capacity to learn any 'magic' even unique ones upon seeing it once or understanding enough about it. This also includes things like Ki, Chakra, soul power, etc.

Possess a supernatural reactor that can adapt to any supernatural energy to fuel spells, enchantments, powers, etc. this reactor provides a steady supply of power that will grow over time, right now you could use high consumption abilities with wild abandon and still not make much of a dent after a few hours.

Can teach others systems even if they previously lacked the capacity.

Manipulate entire systems or combine then with experimentation.

are capable of casting any spell as long as you have the energy not requiring any extra element like a focus or materials. The time required to cast if any remains however.

Essence of the Sorcerer Lord

A body just above the peak of your species in ability, one sculpted to your tastes.

Endless endurance, stamina, and immunity to pain.

Infinite willpower to tackle any foe, even bloody and broken you will not stop.

Perfect memory with infinite storage

Know much magical lore with mastery of several schools or types of magic. These may be existing types of magic or of your design.

mastery of many weapons and unarmed styles, even just plain old brawling.

Immense skill conducting war on a strategic and tactical level.

Good handle of logistics and how to raise and train a force from a small band of soldiers to entire armies.

A mastery of economics, logistics, politics, and other things needed to run a functional power.

are intimidating, and can put fear in the gut of even hardened soldiers or suicidal fanatics.

Are skilled in the creation of items and servants. Whether it be magical swords, golems or growing terrible monsters to serve you.

Essence of the Magic Contractor

Gain the ability to grant magical powers to others of your own specifications like creating magic girls of various types, creating d&d like 'classes' that people can advance in. You have control over everything from abilities, skills, specific powers, or drawbacks given to each type and can create as many as you want. The stronger the type is the more energy and time is required to successfully create it. Creating a stereotypical fighter class would be fairly easy, creating a class that grants near omnipotence would be nearly impossible and very resource intensive. You may automate the creation of these types by setting a general theme and suitable types will be created based on the world in question and theme chosen. Time and energy are still required to be expended to create new types even with automation.

Can create dungeons to your specifications including the layout, rewards available, traps, and things found within or leave it randomized which will generate a range of dungeons appropriate for the world and location based on how much magic there is and how 'strong' that world is. A normal would see bottom of the barrel dungeons with mostly mundane creatures and slightly magical items.

Able to introduce magic to worlds without it or strengthen it with a massive jolt of raw power. The world will quickly change into a magical one with beasts of legend rising and perhaps even gods if the magic is strong enough. Mortals without a doubt will gain magic some more likely than others and able to pick up whatever powers you set up to be available. Worlds with existing magic will find it stronger, enriched, and overall much higher quality then it had been previously. This can also serve to reawaken or revitalize a world that has seen its magic diminish.

Essence of the Pornomancer
By drinking this carbonated bluish drink you gain the powers of a blue mage! The magic of sex, pornomancy!

You gain a physically perfect body fit for modeling or doing pornography. With your specifications on how you look like, how big you are down there or what gender you are, ect.

You gain an average ability in magic, capable of many spells you would see in any other magical school, although in these abilities by this essence alone you will only have average strength.

You gain access and knowledge to a wide variety of sex-based spells and rituals. Spells that alter body shapes and sizes, replenish sexual stamina or fluids, induce lust, and even have non-pornographic uses such as making someone tell the truth or increasing your charisma. You can learn/create spells over time and experimentation.

You gain the ability to travel to porn worlds, where most things revolve around porn situations and the social mores are completely different. However usually fantastical things are less powerful than their counterparts in other worlds. A porn super hero will still have the powers that make his trademark, but at only at half power to his counterpart in a "serious" dimension.

You may summons Human Caricatures, porn version of people that while still human in many ways essentially exist for sex and pleasure. They can look however you want them to although they default to looking like porn models or nude models if summoned without anything in particular.

Human Caricatures have perfected bodies that are all "natural" even if copying someone who is…not and have perfected human bodies and will be idealized unless you require anything specific.

Human Caricatures have superhuman attributes along the line of MCU Captain America, and if summoned with an idea of a job, i.e sexy nurse, sexy cop, ect. Will have all the skills necessarily to perform their nonpornographic duties. Even if they would rather not be doing them. You can summon up to three at a time to start, and the power will grow over time.

If you happen in a world with superhuman or magical beings, porn caricatures can be made of them, but there is a point where their powers start to be less than their counterparts. A caricature of kryptonain will probably be significantly less powerful than a real kryptonain under a yellow sun, but a caricature of a centaur would be superhuman compared to the average centaur.

You have access to a magical catalog that provides magical toys and ingredients. Most of these toys have actual uses outside of a lewd nature but will always have clear erotic uses and appearances. If you want to fight a duel with a bad dragon toy instead of wand you can, and it might even be better than a normal wand, but its still going to look bad.

Often you pay for items from the catalog in favors and duties. Perhaps a Japanese porn director wants you to magick up an actual tentacle monster or use of a caricature for a shoot. The time and effort involve goes up when compared to the power of the item ordered.

By sleeping with an individual, you may copy skills, knowledge, and even the powers of your partner. Knowledge is accurate and reliable, but powers and abilities you don't possess are significantly weaker far than the targets. You can increase the potency of this copying by engaging in an elaborate sex ritual with a willing and consenting partner will make your copy equal to their own. However even the lightest of mind alterations on your partner will make this ritual not work. Even drugs or alcohol. Does not include Caricatures, and usually even consenting to the ritual would not work for someone from a porn world. However, if a strong enough bond is formed, such as a deep friendship or love, they can be active participants in the ritual. Standard rules still apply to them though.