Puella Magi American Sensei

13

My stomach and diaphragm ached and I struggled to breathe as I rolled over into my back, fighting off nausea. I had a sudden appreciation for Mami's gentle treatment with her ribbons when she was carrying me. After all, as this crazy chick had just proven, it could be worse.

Being carried like a sack of potatoes while a magical girl roof hopped sucked. It was like constantly being hit in the stomach and solar plexus and having no way to protect yourself. And then there was the fact that she had chosen the highest floor of the tallest hotel she could find and had scaled the exterior of the building, hopping from balcony to balcony, all the way to the top.

"Ahh, this is great! They never think to lock the balcony doors this high up because they don't think anyone's going to just climb up. That means I get to stay in fancy hotels all I want, every night! What do you think, sensei? Do you like the Love Suite? Isn't it romantic for our first night together?!" the crazy girl asked as she dropped her transformation, leaving her in a skirt, knee socks, and sweater.

I stared at her from the floor, unable to really respond at the moment. She abruptly blushed, turning away and hugging herself. "Ah~! Sensei is looking at us so intently, what do I do?!"

I wasn't expecting an answer, so when I got one, I was startled to say the least. "Well," her tone had changed completely, from the cutesy sounding girl who had carried me here chatting away about nothing a mile a minute, to the same tone she had used on the train. Cool and serious. "You could start by not acting like a girl with a crush. It's fucking embarrassing and totally not cool! Sensei won't like us if you keep it up."

"Ah! Sorry onee-chan," she murmured in the softer tone again.

Her head nodded. "Good! Let's start by showing him our collection. And introduce us, you idiot!"

"Right!" Another nod, then she turned around and beamed a smile at me, while bowing. "Sensei, I'm Souju Ayase!" Then, her smile dropped off her face. "And Souju Luca."

"Hi," I managed to croak out. "Two?"

"Yes. We're sisters," Luca answered. "He's smart. I like smart."

"Of course sensei's smart, he's a sensei! He's probably figured out why we took him already, Luca."

Taking a deep breath, or as deep as I could get at the moment, I croaked, "Why don't you tell me?"

"Hehe. Alright, I'll show you! Behold!"

Ayase spread her hands and soul gems floated around her, from… somewhere. I had no idea where she could've stored them. There had to be over thirty there, easily. Looking them over, I spotted an amber gem.

I forced myself to my feet. As I did, Ayase asked, "It's impressive, right? Aren't they beautiful?"

Her expression turned confused as I walked over, before spotting what I was looking at a moment before I plucked Airi's soul gem from her grasp. "Hey! That's mine! I didn't say you could touch it! Give it back!"

"No."

Ayase blinked, before her expression shifted. "No?" Luca asked, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you understood your situation, sensei. Perhaps I was mistaken?"

"You're a collector. You collect soul gems."

"That's right."

"Then you should understand when I tell you no, this one is mine. I collected her myself and I'm not letting you steal her."

Luca blinked, tilting her head slightly as a look of understanding dawned. "She's yours?"

"Yes. How would you feel if someone came along and stole one of your collection and just blatantly bragged about how it was theirs now?"

Luca turned away. "We can't just steal from someone else's collection."

"But, but it's ours! We took it fair and square! She gave it to us!"

"Only because we threatened her sensei's life. We didn't earn it fair and square."

"But it's pretty—"

"Be reasonable, Ayase."

"Mou~ Fine!"

The pair turned back around and bowed. "I'm sorry sensei, we didn't realize she was yours or that you were a collector too. But I suppose it makes sense in hindsight, from what we were told. How many do you have? Can we see them?"

I considered the nutbag in front of me. I had thought speaking her crazy language might make her understand that she couldn't keep Airi's soul gem, but it seemed I had been a little too convincing. Fuck it. Alright. Just… keep speaking their language.

"Unfortunately, I only have two gems on me at the moment. Well, three," I corrected, before pulling out the gems belonging to Tsubaki and Michiru. As my skin made contact with Tsubaki's gem, I felt a bolt run through me and a sudden… draw? Like it was trying to pull something from me. I kept a straight face as the Souju girls looked them over.

"Not bad at all! Sensei, are these the ones that used to be witches?" Ayase asked.

"Yes. Both of them were grief seeds. They were very important to my girls, so I turned them back into soul gems. As for how many I have, right now I have nineteen active, but over two hundred and fifty waiting for me to clean."

"T-two hundred?! That's insane!"

"I know, right? I'm hoping to restore them all back to mint condition and get them up and running. Unfortunately, these two are incomplete," I said, before tucking the three gems back into my pockets.

The Souju girls paused at that, Ayase looking confused. "Huh? What do you mean? They look fine to me."

I sent her an equally confused look, before putting on a look of understanding, as though just seeing the problem. "Ooh. I get it. You only collect soul gems."

"…Yeah?"

"I collect magical girls."

"Eh? Why would you do that, sensei? The soul gem is the only good part of the magical girl."

I scoffed. "Not true at all. It's like… expensive, antique Victorian dolls. You find dolls and collect all the pretty buttons off their clothes then just throw the doll away. That's great, if you like collecting buttons. But I collect dolls. For me, the buttons are pretty and an essential part of the doll, but they're part of the whole and not something to collect by themselves. I like seeing pretty buttons all in their proper places, on the dolls they belong to. And there are more things you can do with a doll than just a button. Sure, you can polish your buttons until they shine… but I can do that too, then go on to bathe my dolls, brush their hair, put them in pretty clothes, and take them to bed with me."

The Souju sisters turned away. "You can do that?!" Ayase hissed.

"I think that's just sensei. He has an unfair advantage. No magical girl would want us to collect her."

"That, that's so unfair~!"

The pair turned back around and Luca asked, "Just to confirm, you can clean soul gems, right sensei?"

I nodded. "I can. Why do you ask?" I had a feeling I knew, and I wasn't going to like the answer.

It was Ayase who answered, "We keep losing our collection! They keep slowly getting dirty and we don't have a way to clean them outside of using grief seeds, but we need those for our gems! So we have to throw them away, then come collect their grief seeds after they hatch. But if we could just keep them clean in the first place, that would help a lot! Then we could collect even more soul gems!"

I was right. I didn't like it, at all. "Well, that's unfortunate." Understatement of the week.

Then, Ayase pulled out several soul gems that looked about at their limit. "Can you clean them up, sensei?"

"Can I? Yes. Will I?" I sent her a skeptical look. "What do I get out of it? Why should I help you? You kidnapped me. Took me away from my collection of magical girls."

"…They wouldn't understand and wouldn't have shared you with us, sensei." I stared at her and she wilted, before switching out. "I thought you understood your situation, sensei?"

"Oh, but I do, Luca," I grinned. "I understand that I'm irreplaceable. That without me, you're going to keep losing all your pretty soul gems. That sound about right?"

"…Yes," she answered hesitantly.

I nodded. "So then… it seems to me like it'd be much easier for us to simply come to an agreement."

She frowned, but nodded once. "I'm listening."

"Soul gem." I held out my hand. When she look confused, I clarified. "Give me yours. I want you to see for yourself what it is you're getting."

The young woman eyed me warily before summoning her gem. Hesitantly, she held it out. I reached out and laid a finger on top of it, stroking the curve of the gem. Her entire body shivered from head to toe and her eyes fluttered. "Nice, isn't it?"

Luca bit her lip and nodded once. "Yeah."

"So, here's the deal. You become my magical girl. I collect you, take you home, and add you to the rest of my collection." She didn't react one way or another to that. "You can admire their soul gems from afar, but don't touch. I'll keep your gems clean and even let you go out to collect more from time to time. You get as much access as you'd like to having your own gems purified. Sound good?"

I was lying. The moment I got her out of here, I was going to have Homura destroy her gems. I couldn't trust her at all. She was a mad dog and needed to be put down, before she hurt anyone else. I was going to Old Yeller her myself if I had to. But until that moment, I could play along.

She turned away, walking a few paces away. Quietly, she whispered, "It sounds good."

"But, but I wanna collect 'em all! They're useless to me if they're on some ugly meat puppet—!"

"Says the ugly meat puppet."

Ayase stilled, before turning around and glaring at me. "Excuse me?"

"You can't realistically call other magical girls ugly meat puppets when you yourself are a magical girl. There is nothing that makes you different from them."

She glared and took two stomping steps my direction. In that moment, I made a snap decision—fully embraced something that had been building in the back of my head since first waking up here. Homura could reset time. It didn't matter if I lived or died, in the long run. Especially since I was just going to get reset with the rest of the loop when she went back anyway. In a way, my days were literally numbered already—and that number was counting down. I didn't want to die, but I had to embrace the fact that I would, one way or another.

So if I couldn't choose whether or not I would die, only the when and how to an extent, then the thing I could control was how I lived.

And if I didn't care if I died? It took away most of the power she had over me.

"Do it." Ayase blinked. "Go ahead. Kill me because I hurt your feelings. You lose the only method in the entire world to cleanse any and all soul gems. Then you'll have over a dozen magical girls coming after you. You're not in a position to threaten me, here. What you have to understand is, I don't care if I live or die. So if the threat of death is off the table, the only one you've got left is torture. And guess what? I'll kill myself before I help you, if you want to take it that far. Looks to me like you've got three options. Option one, let me go. We both know you're not going to do that. The risk to you that my girls are going to want to retaliate is too high. Option two, work with me or work for me—we can be partners, or you can do what I tell you, your choice. Option three, kill me now and start running, as far and as fast as you can, because if you go that route you're going to die."

"I could just cut off your legs."

"Again, I'd kill myself. Bite my own tongue off and bleed out or drown myself."

Ayase growled and turned away, stomping across the room. "He's such a, a jerk!"

"You called his collection ugly meat puppets. What would you say if he called our collection—"

"Sparkly sex toys."

Luca twitched, before turning around. She looked upset, affronted… but also curious. Like someone who just can't look away from a train wreck. "How exactly does one use soul gems for sex toys?"

I stared at her for a moment before slowly explaining, "They're egg shaped and smooth. Use your imagination."

Actually, now that I think about it, if I get out of this alive I might just try that on someone as a form of punishment. Stuff her with her own soul gem just for the humiliation. …It's gonna be Airi.

"Disgusting." Luca pulled a face and turned away. "Right. That. You see?"

Ayase sighed. "Fine. Whatever. You deal with him then! Just, just get me more soul gems!"

Luca herself sighed and turned back around. "We'll consider your offer, sensei. In the meantime, we're going to go out hunting for more soul gems." She transformed into her magical girl outfit and moved about the room, jerking the phone out of the wall and crushing it, before moving to the door leading out and using fire to spot-weld the door shut at the hinges. "Please don't cause a ruckus and try to escape. If you do… no matter how valuable you are, I won't be able to hold Ayase back."

"Uh huh," I muttered. "Before you go, I just want to know. How did you find me? How did you even know about me?"

Luca tilted her head slightly, considering. "Someone called our phone and told us."

"Can I see it?"

The girl hummed, then nodded. Taking her phone out from somewhere, she unlocked it and scrolled to her recent calls, before calling the number back and putting it on speaker, holding it out so I could see. I didn't recognize the number, but when the caller picked up…

"Why are you calling me back? I thought you captured him already."

She sounded familiar. Wrong tone, wrong manner of speaking, wrong attitude. But the voice… "You're not Nico, but you sound an awful lot like her."

"…Huh. Well, hello sensei." She paused for a moment, before laughing quietly. "Well, who are you going to tell, right? The Soujus are going to keep you around to keep their little collection clean until you die of old age. You're right. I'm not Nico. My name is Kanna Hijiri. 'Nico' is the real Hijiri—a stupid girl who accidentally killed her friends when she was playing with a real gun as a child. A stupid girl who made a stupid wish, to create another version of herself who would live her life, as if she had never pulled the trigger. A stupid girl who ran away from her life because she couldn't handle the guilt and left a cheap copy in her place. Me."

"Oh. You're a clone? Neat. Is that all?"

There was a pause. I thought I heard the phone creak on the other end. "'Neat?' 'Is that all?'"

"Yeah. Is that all. It's not like being a clone makes you any less human. Just look at Kazumi. Okay, so some selfish girl made a wish to get out of her guilt at a dumb mistake she made as a kid and you're the product of that wish. You didn't kill those kids. You get to live a life free of that guilt. But you're your own person. You're free to just… walk away. Become whoever you want to be. You don't have to be what she made you. You don't have to be a clone. It's not like there's some sort of glowing neon sign telling people you are, right? The only thing holding you back is you, Hijiri. In fact, you don't even have to be 'Hijiri,' really. Who do you want to be?"

"Fuck you and I hope she kills you!" The girl on the other end screamed down the phone at me. "I was going to leave the others alone, but now? Oh no. Now, I'm going to kill them all, sensei. Think I'll start with the blonde with the big tits. No, wait, that would be too easy. I'm going to warp their bodies into ugly monstrosities—use my power to make them suitcase sized, like magical girl Taimanin. Or better yet, I'll plant evil nuts inside of them and make them witches. I'll make them kill each other, until there are none left. I think I'll record it all, too. If you're still alive by then, I might track you down, just to show you every Bad End I can come up with for them. I promise, no two will be the same, and I'll try to keep it interesting."

I glared at the phone, but there wasn't anything I could really do about her threat. Reaching out, I hung up the phone.

"Wow, she really hates you," Luca muttered, tucking the phone away. "It's like you said the one thing guaranteed to piss her off."

That hadn't actually been my intention. I was trying to play it off as something that wasn't important at all. And to me, it wasn't. Kazumi was just as much of a person as the girl she was born from, in my opinion. Then again, Kazumi was a good girl and easy to like. Hijiri, not so much.

"Mm. So it would seem." Except now, I knew who she was. What she was. What she wanted. And I might even have a general idea of her powers. She also confirmed that she was either responsible for the evil nuts, or had a source for them. And as long as I lived—no, as long as I could get that information to Homura, she would change from an is to a was.

Looking at Luca, who was watching me thoughtfully, I yawned. "Look, I'm tired. I'm going to take a shower and crash. Let me know what you decide in the morning."

With that, I turned my back on her, heading for the bathroom as I began to strip, heedless of the girl still watching me. Airi had been kind enough to let me use her washing machine, but now, thanks to the Souju girls, my clothes stank like smoke. "Why don't you make yourself useful and bring me some clean clothes? Or at least take these down and get them washed? You're the reason they reek and they're my only set."

"Just… leave them there. I'll write down the sizes and get replacements," Luca murmured as I slipped into the bathroom and closed the door.

I took my time getting clean. When I finally decided I was good enough, I left the bathroom, to find a bag on the bed and the room empty. Opening it, I found a set of new clothes that had been hastily thrown in. Jeans, a dark blue long sleeve, socks, and boxers. I hated wearing new clothes without washing them, but it would have to do. Beggars can't be choosers and all that. What I could do, however, was take them out of the bag and hang them up to at least let them air out. It might help, or it might not.

Looking around the room, I found a notepad and pen on the night stand beside the big bed. Picking them up, I climbed into bed and began writing down details of everything Hijiri had told me, along with my personal suspicions—everything about Airi and Yuuri and the Soujus. I hoped it would be enough for Homura to work with, if I died. If we could save Airi and Yuuri, and kill Hijiri and the Souju girls, we should theoretically be in the clear.

Unless the Pleiades had even more enemies. Which was possible, given what they had done.

I set the note pad back on the bedside table and picked up the three soul gems, getting comfortable with them so I could sleep and keep them topped up.

There's that drain again, I mused, looking at Tsubaki's gem.

I didn't spend long worrying about it. I was too mentally exhausted to care at the moment. Closing my eyes, I passed out.

I woke up in the middle of the night to the feeling of hands roaming my body. Opening my eyes and expecting to find the Souju sisters, I was pleasantly surprised to not find the crazy girl(s) in bed with me.

No, instead, in the moonlight and city light pollution coming in through the balcony window, what I found was a pale Japanese woman with long, straight dark hair looking at my formerly sleeping face from less than an inch away. Close enough that her nose brushed mine. Her eyes were dark blue, or maybe purple, it was hard to tell in the low light, but they were pretty.

Beneath the covers, her leg shifted, rubbing against mine. Her eyes went half lidded. She pushed at me and rolled us, straddling my waist and laying atop me, her nude body pressed flush against my own. Her breasts were large and heavy, soft save for the hard points of her nipples. Her crotch was hot and wet as she ground herself against my cock.

Reaching up, I captured her hands in my own. She wiggled a bit, shifting her hips back and forth before lifting up, and between the two of us our bodies were soon one.

"Ahh," she sighed, nuzzling her face into my chest. "So warm. It feels so good."

She slowly rolled her hips and I thrust up to meet her as she did. "You're Tsubaki, aren't you? How do you feel?"

"Mikoto Tsubaki, yes," she murmured. "And I feel… amazing. Better than I've ever felt before. I feel so light, full of happiness and warmth."

"That's good. Give me your soul gem and you'll feel even better."

"Oh?" She hummed, before smiling. She pulled her hand away from mine and materialized her red gem, before gently placing it in my hand. "Ahn~"

I felt her clench up around me and her body shuddered. Freeing my other hand, I cupped her chin and tilted her face up, then kissed her on her full lips. Tsubaki smiled and kissed back, eagerly opening her mouth, our tongues meeting and rolling over each other as we slowly made love. She moaned into my mouth occasionally, her body twitching and shuddering as she was slowly overwhelmed with pleasure.

She broke the kiss with a little mewl as she came, but she forced herself to maintain her slow back and forth rhythm. "The last thing I remember… I felt such despair. Agony. Hurt. And then everything was… fuzzy. I think, I think I became a witch."

I nodded. "You did. Suzune took care of you."

"Mm. She was such a good girl. Very diligent. But how is it that I'm back?"

I squeezed her hand, where our clasped hands held her soul, and she whimpered as her hips twitched. "Suzune kept your grief seed. She gave it to me when I asked, and I was able to repair it—turn it back into a soul gem. After a while, you started actually pulling in magic from me instead of the other way around, and here we are. I went to sleep and woke up next to you."

"… You can repair soul gems? Turn witches back into magical girls? Give them their bodies back?"

"Looks that way. I can also purify your gem, which is what you're feeling now—either by touching you or your gem."

Tsubaki rubbed her face against mine, sighing in pleasure as she began to tighten up and clench around me again. "I never want to feel like that again. I don't want to hurt anyone or become a witch again. Can I stay by your side?"

I squeezed her hands. "Sure. I'll introduce you to the others later. Though, I think I forgot to introduce myself in there somewhere. I think we're doing this out of order," I chuckled, making my cock jump inside her and earning a little moan in response. "I'm John White. I'm a teacher at Mitakihara middle school. Three of my students are magical girls and we're putting together a large group of them. You're welcome to join."

"Ufufu… Should I call you ~sensei~ too? Maybe I should see if I can find my old high school uniform, sensei~. Eep!"

Her teasing was interrupted when I shifted and rolled us, flipping her onto her back. Pinning her hands above her head, her soul still held tightly between our hands, I took a moment to just take in Tsubaki's restored body. She was taller than my other girls, but still pleasingly short by comparison to me, about average for an adult Japanese woman. Her skin was deliciously pale and amazingly soft to the touch. She was a bit more padded than my other magical girls, but with a nice, healthy muscle tone beneath it from the feel—she was an active magical girl, after all. With her thicc thighs, that dark bush, wide hips, and big breasts capped with long nipples, Tsubaki had a body made for breeding—even moreso than Mami. Though, maybe that was an unfair comparison—Tsubaki may have ten years on Mami, as far as I knew.

"You're making me blush," she protested, her body flushing as I drank her in.

"Good," I grinned down at her. Pulling my hips back, I began to saw slowly in and out of her.

Tsubaki planted her feet on the bed and met my thrusts evenly as we fell into a slow, comfortable rhythm we both enjoyed. I moved both of her hands to one of mine, then used my free hand to squeeze her left titty. Her breasts were wonderfully soft, with just a little sag to them—but given just how big they were, that wasn't surprising. Leaning down, I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked on it, rolling my tongue over and around it.

The woman beneath me whimpered and whined, letting out soft little sounds of pleasure as she got closer to another orgasm. Then, without warning, she broke my hold on her hands and wrapped her arms and legs around me, her pussy clamping down around me as she came, burying her face in my neck. "Ahhh~"

I didn't try to fight off my own approaching orgasm. Not with that body beneath me, begging me to try to knock her up. I pumped into her harder, grabbing her wide hips and grinding myself in deep, before burying myself to the hilt and painting her womb white with my sperm.

We took a moment to just lie there, holding each other and kissing softly as we recovered. Eventually, however, Tsubaki pulled back enough to ask, "Where are we anyway? And how is Suzune? Is she safe?"

"She was okay the last time I spoke to her. And about as safe as she can be. As for where we are, well… we're in a hotel. Apparently, some crazy bitch bent on revenge against a group of magical girls we've been recruiting decided to get me out of the way and sicced this other crazy chick on me. She kidnapped me off a train and brought me here. Now, she's gone off to beat up other magical girls and steal their soul gems for her collection. We… should really go before she gets back."

Tsubaki frowned at that, then nodded. "Go get dressed," she instructed, easing me off of her. I rolled off the bed and a moment later, she did the same, before transforming into her magical girl outfit—leaving her dressed like a shrine maiden with a katana.

"Wish I could get dressed that fast," I shook my head. I quickly gathered up the two other soul gems I'd had with me before beginning to pull on the new clothes Luca had bought me. As I'd suspected, they felt like crap, but I was in a hurry to get the hell out of dodge so I'd go naked if I had to.

It was as I was pulling on my boots that movement drew my eyes to the window. Tsubaki saw her at the same time—Ayase standing there in her white dress, looking at Tsubaki and myself in confusion, then anger. She raised her sword.

"John, move!" Tsubaki yelled, moving to put herself between me and Ayase.

Ayase fired off a blast of ice magic. Tsubaki drew, flames streaking out and blasting the wall, balcony, and Ayase herself.

I lost track of everything as something exploded nearby. There was a searing pain in the arm I'd raised reflexively to shield myself, along with most of my right side, as I was knocked from where I had been sitting on the bed to the ground. There was a shattering sound as I hit the ground.

Shivering I tried to push myself to my feet, only to find my right arm wouldn't respond. I couldn't feel it all. Looking down at it, I blinked.

Oh. No wonder I can't feel it. I'd need an arm to actually be able to feel it.

I seemed to be missing one of those. From the bicep down, my right arm was simply gone. Well, no, that's not quite correct. It wasn't gone. I could see it there, on the floor—a goddamn meat popsicle that had shattered and scattered across the hotel room floor.

Shock. I'm in shock, I realized, my thoughts feeling sluggish and my body shaking from cold. Or, you know, shock.

Pulling off my belt, I wrapped it around the stump and pulled it tight with my teeth. It didn't hurt yet, nor was it bleeding, but that was probably because the end was frozen and again, shock. "Zubaki," I slurred, finding it hard to even talk. My ears were ringing and I couldn't really hear shit at the moment.

The woman had already picked herself off the floor and made sure Ayase was gone. She hurried over to my side, a worried look on her face as she mouthed something. "Can't hear," I muttered, and she nodded. Moving over to my good side, she helped me to stand and threw my arm over her shoulder. Then we were moving. Her sword cut the door off its hinges and we made our way to the elevator. The ride down seemed to take forever and I could feel my stump starting to ache. It wouldn't be long before I would be useless.

"Knock me out and carry me if you have to. Get to Mitakihara. Homura will find you," I got out through gritted teeth as the pain ramped up and my head started to clear. My fucking everything hurt, but the worst of it was my arm—though, everything on the right side felt like it had been peppered with ice shrapnel and had been subjected to frostbite.

The elevator finally dinged and we stepped out into chaos. The front lobby had mostly cleared, with a few people taking cover behind desks. The front glass windows and doors were all shattered. We stepped over the broken glass and outside, into a war zone.