Mahou Shoujo Kaleido Amethyst: Relieving Stress
(Monday, Harry's Tower, Evening)
Harry's hands massaged his temples, vainly trying to ease his headache. His excessive work schedule was taking a toll. The work people kept trying to dump off on him was piling up, and his fuse was running short. Even his visit home for the weekend failed to lift his spirits.
'You need to cut back, Harry.' Holly was worried about his mental health.
'Yeah, yeah, I know! Why does everyone here keep throwing their shit in my lap!? I don't have time for this! Gods, I can't even relax at home anymore', Harry whined.
'Maybe you should spar with Liz more often. You certainly relaxed after she finished with you', Holly teased him light-heartedly.
Harry blushed and shifted in his seat. Liz's actions had helped him, but he wasn't about to admit that out loud. 'Can we not talk about that?'
'Why not? You could use some regular release. You could drop some of your work, too', Holly shot back. 'Tell the rest of the staff you won't do any more tutoring at the meeting on Friday. That would take a good two hours of work off of your shoulders. It's not doing you any good, and it shouldn't be your job in the first place!'
Harry considered the suggestion for a moment. He nodded in agreement. 'You're right there. I don't know how I let myself get pushed into that to begin with.' Harry thought further. 'Maybe I should slow down on my mundane education as well. I'm well ahead of the curve there, so spending a little less time on it won't hurt. I'm not giving up on my training, Runes, or spell creation though! I like doing those, and I get to spend time with everyone at the same time.'
Holly smothered a giggle at his last sentence. 'Harry, our girls would kill us if we cut down on cuddle-time.' Holly cast a Tempus spell, taking to the air when she noticed the time. 'I've got something to do. Don't overwork yourself, Harry. I don't want my partner stuck with Pomphrey because you made yourself sick.'
(Harry's Tower, 5 minutes later)
"I think I've talked Harry into cutting back, but it'll be a while before his stress levels go down", Holly reported to her co-conspirators.
Fran looked worried. "So we need to do something to relax Master, then?"
Liz nodded. "If we don't get Harry to relax soon, he's going to hurt himself."
"…" Len frowned, concerned about her Master.
Holly looked at the three. "Any ideas about how to help Harry out?"
Fran thought for a moment. What could she do to help her Master? She perked up, thinking of an idea. "How about I give Master a massage? I'm well-versed in anatomy, and I've been studying about it in my free time. Could that help some?"
Holly pursed her lips in contemplation. "It's not a bad idea, Fran. You should give it a try later. Anything else?"
Liz snickered, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "How about sex?"
Fran sputtered at that. Len and Holly, on the other hand, looked thoughtful. Len nodded her agreement.
"But-but-we can't do that! Can we?" Fran babbled out.
Holly decided to voice her opinion. "That… could work. I know Harry felt more relaxed after 'sparring' with Liz." The spirit faced the dragon directly. "I think you're on the right track. Getting him off would help take the edge off."
Fran blushed at the conversation. She hesitantly asked, "Are you saying we should just… jump Master?"
Holly nodded in affirmation. "You don't need to go all the way, but making Harry cum regularly couldn't hurt. He's been trying to ignore his hormones. He won't even jack off! Relieving some of that pressure could help him calm down."
The spirit turned to Liz. "Harry's rather shy about it, but I can say with confidence he liked it when you pushed him down and took charge. Don't hesitate to drag him to the floor and get him off if he looks like he needs it."
The dragon sent her a questioning look. "Does the same thing go for Amethyst?"
Holly flushed, but nodded. "Don't let him hide in our combined form. We need the relief just as bad when we're together as when Harry's on his own. I'd… prefer it if you took the lead."
Liz nodded, grinning. "Gladly. I'll make you both cry out my name."
Len stood up. Holly shot her a look. "Decided on a way to help Harry?" The succubus nodded, a small smile on her face. She stalked out of the room, looking for her Master.
"Umm…" Fran drawled out.
Liz looked over. "You don't have to push yourself into it, Fran. Just start with a massage and… see where it goes from there."
(Harry's Room)
Harry sat in front of his computer, trying to focus. 'This headache is killing me.' A light scratching at the door drew his attention. Len walked in, and plopped herself on his lap. Harry smiled softly, relishing the warmth of her body against his. He tried to return to his work.
"Ugh…" He groaned out, massaging his head. Len tugged on a sleeve. Harry looked down into her concerned eyes. "Sorry, Len, I've got a bad headache."
"…" Len stared at him for a second. Coming to some conclusion, she slipped off of his lap. The succubus situated herself on the floor between her Master's legs.
"Len? What are you doing?" Harry was slightly confused.
Len's small hands reached out, finding the zipper of Harry's pants. She opened them, and fished Harry's penis out of his boxers.
"Len!? What are-" Harry cut off with a soft gasp, feeling Len's soft hands caress his hardening member. He moaned, headache forgotten in the face of the unfamiliar sensations.
The succubus pumped her hands along his shaft gently. She smiled, listening to Harry voice his enjoyment. Her small tongue slipped out of her mouth. She gently licked Harry's crown as her hands sped up their movement.
"Oh God… Len… Len…" Harry moaned her name, lost in pleasure. It was different from when Liz held him down and rubbed herself against him, but still incredible. His inexperienced body soon succumbed to Len's loving ministrations. "Len… I'm… cumming!" Harry fired his load across his Familiar's lovely face.
Len dragged her tongue across his softening member, collecting any remaining seed. She cleaned him off and tucked him back into his pants. Harry looked down, hypnotized, as the succubus wiped the semen off of her face with her fingers and licked them clean. Once Len was finished cleaning herself, she climbed back onto Harry's lap like nothing had happened.
Harry returned to his work some minutes later, headache gone.
(Tuesday, Early Morning)
Amethyst walked out of the training room, finished with her morning practice. She headed for bed, hoping for a chance to relax after her exercise.
"Umm…Mistress?"
The neo-girl looked over, seeing Fran standing exiting her room. The Servant looked slightly nervous.
"Do you need something, Fran?" Amethyst asked softly. She received a nod in answer.
"Well, I noticed you've been stressed lately, and I thought… I'dgiveyouamassage!" Fran tried to talk, but rushed through the end of her sentence in embarrassment.
The neo-girl blinked." Did you offer me a massage?" Fran nodded silently. Amethyst smiled. "I'd like that, actually. Should we go to your room?"
The pair walked into Fran's room. The neo-girl asked, "So, how do we go about this?"
Her Servant blushed, and said quietly, "Please, take off your dress. It will just get in the way. You can leave your underwear on", Fran continued, seeing Amethyst's embarrassment, "But the dress has to come off."
Amethyst studied her Servant for a moment with piercing violet eyes. Seeing that Fran was being serious, she slowly removed her dress.
Fran took a minute to admire the neo-girl's body. Hardened nipples stood out proudly on a set of large, perky breasts. A trim stomach line flared out into wide hips. Shapely legs ran up to a full, heart-shaped butt. Black silk panties covered her hairless core. 'She really is beautiful like that', Fran thought. She directed her Mistress to lay face-down on the bed.
Fran mounted Amethyst's back. Her gloved hands reached out, tracing the knotted muscles idly. 'She really is tense. This was a good idea after all.' Fran began her task, gently massaging the neo-girl's back. She worked slowly, kneading Amethyst's shoulders.
Amethyst moaned under the assault. She hadn't realized how knotted up she was until Fran started her work. The neo-girl relaxed, surrendering herself to her Servant's gentle hands.
Fran smiled gently, feeling the body under her go limp. She worked her hands down the arms, removing the tension she found. Fran's hands returned to the neo-girl's back. Amethyst's moans grew slightly louder as Fran worked. The Servant continued working her way down, fondling her Mistress's ass.
Fran's eyes wandered to Amethyst's panties. She worked her way down one leg absently, staring at the growing wet spot between Amethyst's legs. The girl's moan turned into a gasp as Fran continued up the other leg. Fran's hands rubbed her thighs insistently. Amethyst spread her legs slightly, allowing access. The Servant lightly caressed the neo-girl's damp core, and brought her over the edge. Amethyst lay there face-down, panting, as she recovered her wits.
Fran softly called to her. "Mistress, I need to turn you onto your back."
Amethyst froze. Fran wasn't done yet!? Numbly, she obeyed. The Servant took in her flushed expression and vulnerable eyes. The neo-girl looked up at Fran, trembling slightly from her orgasm. She opened her mouth to speak, only for Fran to shush her with a finger.
"Shh, Mistress. You need this. Please, just relax and let me help you."
Amethyst nodded slightly in acceptance. Fran leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss. Her hands worked at the front of the neo-girl's shoulders, working towards her bosom. Fran took them in her gloved hands, massaging them gently and teasing her Mistress's erect nipples. She watched her lover's face twist with pleasure. Satisfied with the reaction, Fran continued down to her stomach. Amethyst's legs drifted apart unconsciously. Her Servant ignored her crotch for the moment, working her Mistress's legs.
Fran worked down the front of her left leg first, unknotting Amethyst's toned muscles. Her hands traced their contours as she went, admiring their supple form. 'Does Harry's muscle tone affect Amethyst's?' she wondered idly. Fran grasped the neo-girl's ankle, massaging her feet.
The Servant caressed her way back up Amethyst's right leg. Amethyst trembled and whimpered with renewed need. Fran reached back up to her thighs, caressing her panty-clad pussy gently. The Servant, seeing how close her Mistress was to release, brushed aside the soaked silk and slipped a finger inside her weeping slit.
"Fran!" Her vagina squeezed on the invading digit as Amethyst screamed out in orgasm. She lay there, breathless, as Fran realized what she had just done. The Servant stared at her sweaty, nearly naked Mistress in shock. 'Did I just do that!?' Fran looked down at her damp glove. She brought it up to her nose and sniffed. The Servant froze at her actions. She squeaked, and fled the room. Amethyst lay there, panting.
'Is that what they call a 'happy ending', Holly?' Harry asked, dazed.
'It sure made us happy', she responded.
'Well, time to start the school day. I need a shower', Harry noted.
Amethyst dressed with trembling hands and weak knees. The girl glowed, and split back into Harry and Holly. Harry ran for the bathroom to take a shower.
'Feel a little less stressed?' Holly shot at his retreating back. Harry stumbled.
(Evening)
*Clang!* *Bang!*
Harry's eyes met Liz's over their locked weapons. Harry twisted Prismakreuz, letting his Servant's spear slide down the length of his staff. He disengaged and retreated. With a look of concentration, Harry vanished.
Liz whirled around, instincts blaring. She caught her opponent's swinging spear between the tines of her weapon. Harry had been trying to integrate the Kaleidoscope into his fighting style. He couldn't yet teleport in the middle of a clash, but he was getting faster at using it. Harry would vanish the moment Liz let up her assault, trying to find an opening. The Servant was still winning handily, but Harry's new trick was keeping her on her toes.
Harry pulled back the head of his weapon, lashing out at his sparring partner's legs with the other end in the same motion. Liz twisted her body sideways to avoid it. Prismakreuz's butt nearly brushed her nose, but Harry left himself open. The Servant dropped down and swept his legs out with her spear.
"Ouch!" Harry grunted as he hit the floor.
Liz grinned down at him. "It was a nice try, Harry, but you left your legs open. Don't just swing your weapon once! Follow through into another attack! You could have scratched me if you had followed that move up."
"I'll… remember that", Harry groaned out. "!" He yelped as Liz dropped onto his lap. A blush crept across his cheeks as he realized what was coming next.
Liz rubbed her body against his, cooing out, "That's right, Harry! It's time for my prize."
Liz shamelessly ground her pussy against his covered crotch as she raped her Master's mouth. She devoured his lips, savoring their taste and the sounds he released into her mouth. Liz pulled back after a few minutes of making out with her captive. A leer spread across her face, looking at Harry's face. "This time, I'm going to do something a little different."
A clawed hand tore open Harry's pants and pulled his hard, weeping cock out of his underwear. Liz licked her captive's ear sensuously as she began to carefully jack him off. "Do you like this, Harry? Do you like it when I hold you down and play with your cock?"
Harry whimpered softly. Liz chuckled softly at his reaction. "Does my hand feel good? I can feel you throbbing. So you do like it, after all. Just relax, and give yourself to me, Harry."
Liz sucked on his neck, marking him. Her hand sped up its movements. She looked down at his penis, pulsing and leaking precum. Her voice was hot with arousal. "You're getting close, aren't you? You're dripping precum all over my hand. Let go, Harry. Don't hold it back. Cum for me, love."
Harry lost control. He came all over Liz's hand, moaning her name. The hybrid lay there, spent for the moment. Liz brought her cum-covered hand up to her mouth, and licked it clean before his eyes. She grinned at him as he watched her tongue dance across her claws.
"Liz… why…" Harry tried to ask.
She laid her body back on his. "Isn't it obvious?"
"Why… are you all doing this?" He got out.
Liz frowned. "You've been pushing yourself too hard, love. You need some sort of release, or you're going to crack. Fran, Holly, Len, and I all talked about it and agreed. You need the stress relief, and we want to show our love. Just trust us, Harry. Let us show you our love."
He nodded reluctantly. He did feel far more relaxed and calm today than he had for weeks. Maybe he really did need this?
Liz smiled, seeing Harry's acceptance. She spoke up. "We're not done yet, Harry. I got you off, now you need to return the favor."
Harry looked confused. Liz, seeing this, stood up. She re-arranged herself to sit on Harry's face, facing his feet. Her hand went under her skirt to spread her dripping folds. Liz had forgone underwear. Harry stared up into her spread pussy, fascinated. A drop of fluid dripped onto his lips. Harry licked it off unconsciously, focused on the wet slit. "See this, Harry? See how wet I am? I got like this because of you. Take responsibility and make me cum", she told him firmly.
Harry grasped her hips, pulling her down to his mouth. His tongue touched her folds hesitantly. Liz's audible intake of breath and fruity taste spurred him on. Harry's inexperienced mouth wandered his Servant's pussy, searching for sensitive spots. Liz's reactions showed him where it felt good, and where to focus his efforts. He hardened as he threw himself into the task of making his dragon cum.
Liz trembled slightly as Harry felt around. His clumsy efforts smoothed out as he sought her weak spots. Liz's attention was drawn to Harry's renewed boner. She leaned forwards to take it into her mouth. Liz bobbed her head, sucking her lover's cock enthusiastically. She was determined to make him cum before she did. Underneath her, Harry accepted her challenge by worming his tongue deeper into her core.
The pair lay there, trying to bring each other to their peak. Inexperienced, but eager, they drove each other on. Harry succumbed first, firing his load into Liz's mouth. He moaned into her pussy, the vibrations setting her off as well. The pair gently licked each other as they came down from their orgasm.
Liz turned around to lay face-to-face with Harry. "Do you get it now?"
Harry ran his hands through his Servant's hair. "Yeah, I think I do. Just one thing…" he trailed off, embarrassed.
"What?"
"I'd prefer it if you were to… take charge when we do this stuff."
Liz giggled. "Oh, is my Harry a sub in bed?"
He thought about it. "I'm not sure, really. I don't know much about this sort of thing."
She touched his face softly. "It's all right. In fact, I hope you really are submissive in bed. It gets me going like you wouldn't believe. I think Len's a Dom too."
"That would explain a few things…"
(Friday Afternoon)
Harry shooed a student out of his office, not looking up from his laptop. He had started to cut down on his work, and noticed an immediate difference. His mind was clearer and spells more potent with more rest.
'The oral sex helps a lot, too', Holly shot at him.
Harry tried to ignore her. The wet suction around his cock was far more difficult to write off. The girls had stepped up their efforts to relieve his stress over the week. Fran had shown a preference for massaging Harry, bringing him to orgasm after he had relaxed. Liz preferred to push him down and make him cum. And as for Len…
He kept his face carefully blank as Holly held in a snigger. Harry stiffened in his chair, cumming into Len's mouth. She had developed a fixation on sucking his cock while he worked. It was distracting, especially when she did it while he was tutoring. She crawled under his desk in cat form while he tutored a student. The succubus would wait until Harry was focused on his work before she would strike. Harry nearly shot out of his seat when Len sucked his tool down her throat while he was trying to teach Spinnet about Runes. Len didn't do it just once, either. She stayed under the desk the whole time. Sometimes Harry wondered if he should curse his quick recovery…
'Oh, please, you know you love it!' Holly butted in on his thoughts.
'I can't deny that', he admitted. 'I guess Liz was right about Len being assertive.' Harry was happier than he had been in months. He grinned at the laptop. 'The Hunter's Shroud is finished. We just need to test it out this weekend.'
'Good! Do you have anything else to work on?' Holly asked.
Harry thought for a moment. 'I've got one or two spells I want to work on, but otherwise I'm out of ideas for the moment.'
'Like what?'
'A shotgun version of my shooting spell and a long-range sniping spell. Also, we should make a spell to improve our flying. I'd rather not be shot out of the sky', Harry sent. He cast a Tempus spell. "Looks like it's time for the staff meeting." Len tucked him back into his pants. She switched to her cat form and climbed onto Harry's shoulder. Holly sat on his head. The group teleported to the staff room.
(Staff Room)
"…are there any other issues?" Dumbledore asked the gathered professors.
"Actually, I have one." Beth spoke up from her seat beside her apprentice. "I need you to tutor a student for me, Harry. She's falling behind on her studies and I think you could-"
Harry refused without hesitation. "Denied."
"Harry, she could really use the-", the teacher tried to speak her case, but…
"Denied." Harry refused point-blank.
The headmaster frowned slightly. "Harry, why are you against helping another student?"
Harry snorted at that. "I've got enough on my plate without someone adding to it, thank you. In fact", Harry continued, "I will reject any request for tutoring for the rest of the year. Find someone else to do it."
McGonagall was incensed by Harry's attitude. "What could be more important than helping our students succeed!?"
Harry groaned. He turned to face her. "Like I said, I've got enough on my plate. I'm teaching two different subjects and helping with the paperwork. I have my own classes to attend. I have projects to work on for my apprenticeship. I have my Muggle education to keep up with. I'm also working on several different spells of my own creation. I'm studying Alchemy outside of schoolwork. I have independent rune array projects I'm working on. I have physical training I can't slack off on. I have magical training that's just as important. Plus, we have the whole Black issue to deal with! I have no time for anything else! Especially for something that doesn't benefit me at all!"
Harry's voice had rose to a shout by the end of his rant. Most of the professors were leaning away from the irate young man. His hair waved around in a non-existent wind, and killing intent radiated from his body.
McGonagall refused to give up. "You can put some of those projects aside to help another student."
Harry was resolute. "I cannot and will not set aside my work for no good reason!"
The Gryffindor head rebutted, "How is helping someone succeed not a good reason!? Are you some sort of monster, who cares for no one but himself!?"
Harry nodded. "Exactly! I have no fucks to give about them. I get nothing out of it but lost time I can't get back and can't afford to lose." Harry continued, "I'm a monster. So what? No, a better word for me would be 'misanthrope'." He nodded again. "Yes, I think that fits me nearly perfectly."
The headmaster coughed into his hand. "Ah, Harry? That's not something one should be proud of."
Harry shrugged in answer.
The staff meeting ended soon afterwards.
{Author's Note: And another one bites the dust! I don't know how long my muse will last, but I'll keep at it. Some things I referenced in the original MSKA will be expanded on, moved up in time, or twisted beyond recognition. So expect some things to turn out differently than they did the first time. You'll see what I mean later.}