"We've been looking all day, but there's nothing here!"
"It most likely either moved or was already killed, puchu!"
"Are there any other Magical Girls in the city?"
"Not to my knowledge, chu! Though another mascot could have created one, puchu, or a wandering girl cleaned up this mess."
"Do you think whoever they are might know what happened to my sister?!"
"Only one way to find out, chu!"
"Right. How do we find her, though? Can you do any... mascot magic to point us towards her?"
"No, chu! Nothing that convenient. But there is one way to find her for sure if she is still in the city, puchu! Just keep on defeating monsters and sooner or later she will turn up, chu!"
"Ah, right! Because Magical Girls defeat monsters! You're so smart, Puchu!"
"Puchuu!"
"So... Viridis." At the catplant's visible perking up, you raise a hand. "Not yet. I am going hunting today."
"I see." As you were hoping, hunting is a concept Viridis can understand easily enough.
"I wanted to ask if there is anything you would like to get while I am out? Any... plants or animals? Or fungi?"
"Hmm..." Thinking for a few monents, Viridis shrugs. "Any additions are welcome. They will either be adapted to the growth or be used to fuel it."
At the way she's eying you, you can guess where her thoughts are drifting again. So you just nod and walk away.
Next stop, the portal back to the 'real' world. It would likely take a bit before you could go through, but if you stretched your evening a little, you should have the time to go take a closer look at those bugs burrowing under some warehouses, then return before the sun is down all the way.
Riding off on your trusty steed, Pinky the Mightyfull, you embark on your glorious quest of staying as far away from the giant bugs as possible as you murder them as much as you can.
Once through the passageway, you also have access to, you know, cell towers and whatever else is needed to keep up an actual network of phones capable of calling or writing to each other.
Such as, in your particular case, that the number you have saved under 'Melanie' has written you. Quite a lot of texts, in fact, the last of them only a few minutes old.
'Jackie u thr'
'pls aswr'
Oh great, you forgot the 'writing style' of people these days.
'I am here.'
"thnks'
Just write out the full word at that point!
'there ws a thing at school'
'on th way bck'
'Please continue. Also, it is hard to understand what you are writing.'
'Thr was a grl I saw on th way bck'
Actual capitalization does not make it better!
'What kind of girl?"
'She ylld smthing'
'Sme kinda transformation thing'
'Tk a pic on the sly'
Huh. Well... that does look like a magical girl alright. What did Brian tell you about those again? Oh, right, just avoid them.
'I will look into it.'
And with that, you are promptly off... ignoring the situation for the time being.
After all, what are the odds you'll run into this apparently new magical girl out of nowhere just like that?
Olivia was determined. Yes, that was the word. She was finally doing something- finally fulfilling her fate, according to her mascot. Becoming a Magical Girl, protecting the innocent and bringing justice- nothing could be a nobler purpose than hers!
And finding her sister Caroline who, as she had been suspecting, did not die due to choking to death on a black pretzel in the middle of the night in a forest outside of town. No, something far more sinister was afoot, and Olivia refused to stop before uncovering the roots of this conspiracy!
"Wait, chu!" Stopping her run above the roofs of the city's warehouse district, Olivia looked around, looking for whatever the bouncy little snake riding on her shoulder had called a stop for.
"Look down there, chu! It looks like a Magical Girl!" And indeed, in the direction her head was wiggling, a short figure was looking around as it walked along.
Except... "Why is her dress all black and red?"
"Oh no, chu! She has to be a dark magical girl, chu! Last I heard, there was an Evil Mascot sighted in these parts, chu, but I never expected one to have corrupted a girl into becoming one, chu!"
Olivia gasped. Then she tilted her head. "What's a dark magical girl?"
"They are Magical Girls who were corrupted when they were created, chu! Only an Evil Mascot is capable of doing so, chu! They are evil and seek to do the opposite of Magical Girls, fighting them wherever they can find them, chu!"
Olivia raised her spears. "We must stop her, whatever she is doing! She may even have fought Caroline!" And with that she jumped, using her awesome Magical Girl powers to lighten herself and land right behind the Evil Magical Girl.
"Halt, Evil magical Girl! Magical Girl Protector of Justice demands you abandon your wicked ways!" Taking her pose, her spears crossing behind her back, Olivia- Protector of Justice declared herself.
The Evil Magical Girl turned around.or of Justice demands you abandon your wicked ways!"
As far as ways to give you time to react to a sudden chunk of magic showing up right behind you go, this really isn't that bad, you suppose. Still, exactly what's going on with this chick?
Well, time to engage the crazy in conversation, you guess. How bad can it really be? "What wicked ways? I am just killing monsters to meet my quota."
That one time with the fertilizer hardly even counts, does it?
The green girl, as you shall henceforth refer to her, sniffs haughtily. "Obviously, as a Dark Magical Girl, you are incapable of understanding the virtues of friendship and justice truly driving Magical Girls!"
"Oh great, magical racism," you mutter as you facepalm, deliberately loudly enough she can hear it. Then, with a raised eyebrow, you give the paling girl a look, still entirely without emotion showing on your face. "Is everyone not in it for the ideals and just to make a living to be purged, then?"
"That's not it and you know it!" The girl says, raising a two-pronged spear-thingy (Bident?) at you. "What do you know about Caroline?"
You tilt your head. "Who?"
"The magical girl who was here before me!"
Mhm... the only thing you can think of would be... your predecessor. The fire chick that got you killed.
"Ah," you make, mentally going through what you know. "The only other magical girl I know of is my predecessor. My Puchuu told me she died to a horde of goblins." Man, your permanent poker face and deadpan are making this sound pretty awkward. "I am sorry for your loss? If you knew her."
Green girl is turning a little red. Eh, probably should get this over with.
"If this consoles you, I subsequently killed the goblins and the hobgoblin leading them."
"You... really don't care, do you?" The question comes in a trembling tone.
You tilt your head. "I totally do." If you didn't care about trying to avoid a fight, you wouldn't even be bothering with all this talking.
A tear is running down greenie's face as she looks at you. "That's IT. In the name of Magical Girl Protector of Justice, first I'll make you tell me everything you really know about my big sister, that you knew was my big sister, then help me rescue her and-"
And you've already stopped listening. Really, you'd just assumed based on how she talked about her. Still, that sparkling bident (you're pretty sure that's the word) pointed at you doesn't inspire confidence this girl is willing to listen to reason...
"..." Right, you know what, screw this. Raising a hand slightly, you gather your mana, forming your oldest and most trustworthy spell.
All of a sudden, the coldest of winter manifests right in that sidestreet you were arguing in, covering everything in blasts of whipping cold air and condensing a thin layer of frost over glass and concrete.
Now all of a sudden shivering and freezing, white fog escaping her with every breath, green girl remains standing still just a few seconds longer. You only just now realize it, but- her Puchuu is gone, has been ever since you started to talk.
Lousy little bugger.
It was so cold. Olivia was freezing. What was going on?
Oh. Right. She was a Magical Girl. And she'd been about to... to fight the Dark Magical Girl.
A sudden sharp pain woke her up. Looking up, she could see the shorter girl that had something to do with Caroline's disappearance poking the tip of a sword comically oversized for her size right between her breasts.
Before she could blink (and everything felt so slow to her right now), some kind of... thorny vines, spurted from further down the blade, rushing towards her and tying her arms and legs together painfully tight.
Olivia would have fallen to the ground if she wasn't leaning against the wall, leaving her unable to struggle as the Dark Magical Girl slid the sharp edge downwards, thankfully careful not to cut her again but easily tearing through her top, soon reaching the weird belt thingy her outfit came with.
"Uh, what... Stop that!" But the emotionless thing in front of her didn't listen, nor did it care, as it cut right down to her shorts, using that sword with incredible precision.
Olivia wanted to struggle, but she was A) hardly able to so much as breathe with the way the cold was sapping her strength, clearly unnaturally and evil, B) bound by these weird rose thorns, as she now realized and C) all of a sudden unreasonably scared of what that sword was doing down there.
So she just screwed her eyes shut and prayed. And her prayers were heard, because although she could hear the sound of cloth tearing, she felt no pain, and when she looked again, the sword was back on the Evil Girl's back.
"Go away... please! I'm sorry!" Unheeding of her begging, the emotionless girl- was she evil because she was like that or was she like that because she was evil- drew closer, head tilted back a little to look into Olivia's face with those inhuman, red eyes... before her eyes dropped.
And her hands rose to meet them.
It felt weird to have her breasts touched when she was this cold, but that only made it worse- paradoxically, the girl's hands felt warm, burning hot on Olivia's skin, her nipples hard from the cold and sticking out.
Enough for the girl to take them and pinch them, incredibly, delicately painful and yet... not.
"Stop, please, don't do this..."
That said, her sensitive breasts, it seemed, were just a momentary distraction as she continued downwards,
Down the searing warm touch of those fingers went, past her bare stomach and navel down below her waist, onto her thighs.
"No..." Olivia whimpered. Nobody was supposed to touch her there!
But the Evil Magical Girl didn't care. She was Evil. And so she just pressed a hand above her private place, a finger going in.
All of a sudden, she stopped. Olivia blinked, but then she saw what was happen; the Evil Girl was creating ice.
A pedestal of some kind, where she deposited a.. smartphone? She took from inside her bag. "To film everything," she explained at Olivia's confused look.
Oh no. Oh no! "No, please don't, I'll do anyth..."
But the Evil Girl was already back, stronger than ever pushing fingers into where nothing was supposed to go, and no matter how much Olivia tried to clench up to keep her out, it didn't work. "No no no no no!"
She was fidgeting in place a little, trying to tug away from those grasping fingers, but all she achieved was making things worse. She didn't even like girls, but she was still getting tingly down there and-
"Right... This won't do it." Still without emotion, the Evil Girl considered Olivia for a moment before nodding.
Without another word, she pulled on her, making the bound and frozen girl tip over before rearranging her positioning, forcing her legs under her as her face bumped into the pavement, her arms bound in place behind her back.
She could still see the Evil Girl when she squinted... though she wished she couldn't. Undressing like that was a completely normal thing to do, the emotionless, white-haired girl revealed flawless, unnaturally milky-white skin... and an enormous thingy sticking out from her crotch.
Olivia's eyes boggled, but she couldn't do anything as she was except beg, plead for mercy and hope. "Please, please stop this- you don't have to do this, you-"
"But I want to." And with those words, Olivia's fate was sealed, a thin tip poking her down there... followed by hard, hot flesh.
A lot of flesh. Pushing and tearing her open in ways Olivia never could have envisioned, never wanted to envision, knocking the air out of her lungs for a moment before she screamed.
Two hands on her waist, a deep push. Olivia breathed out.
A long pull, Olivia breathing in.
She was getting used to the rhythm now, even if she couldn't get used to what felt like a log being shoved into places nothing that big should go. After a bit, the Evil girl had hit a wall deep within Olivia, but she hadn't seemed bothered.
She'd just started pushing and pulling, thrusting into her, in a way that made it hard to breathe unless she was carefull about doing it in time with her movement. The worst, though, was how she sometimes stopped to rub... something... against her when she was all the way in.
It was big and hard and way too big, but Olivia had an unpleasant feeling about it.
Similarly, something else unpleasant was happening within her; she hated what was happening, but for some reason, it was still feeling... good, her body betraying her in the most basest of ways.
She didn't know much about s... sex, but she knew the stuff dropping from down there was proof of it. She was still crying, but she couldn't even feel pathetic about it; her tears were freezing on her cheeks.
The thrusting was steadily growing faster; Olivia knew she couldn't keep on using her breathing trick much longer, but how else was she going to breathe and she was scared and-
She choked on her air anyways as the big thing was pushed against her. "Don't-" Her choked sob came, but it was too late.
Harder and harder came the push, pressing and spreading her entrance and it hurt so much, but it also felt good in a weird, raw way and Olivia could do nothing but lie there and take it, her face rubbing against the ground but her body unable to defend itself against the brutal intrusion.
Finally, with a mighty pull on her hip, it slipped in, the Evil Girl just staying like that for a long moment even as Olivia just hung there with her mouth wide open, doing her best to continue breathing and dropping her saliva all over her chin and the floor.
When the Evil Girl got back to thrusting, it wasn't the slow, full-length thrusts anymore, no; instead, she pulled out just enough to get the thing out, then immediately pushed it back in in quick succession, tormenting Olivia as much as she could.
She was starting to get feeling back in her legs, but all she could do was wiggle them a bit.
The thrusting got faster and harder, more frantinc, until it wasn't, Olivia's sobs cut off by the feeling of the thing inside her expanding, snot and slobber running freely from her face as it blocked everything off.
And then she was filled.
Hot, almost burning, fluid was put inside her, in quantities almost enough to make her feel like she was bursting, but instead just filling her deepest parts and pushing up against the wall the flat tip of the thing inside her was poking.
Her breathing was coming heavy and hurried as she realized what had happened. She had orgasmed, right?
The Evil Girl stayed as she was for a long moment, slumped over Olivia's own slumped form, but eventually dragged herself up again. "It's... over? Please, please let it be over," Olivia managed to mumble out.
Her tormentor ground herself against her down there for a bit longer, but eventually begun the long and painfully pleasurable process of pulling out, the big thing sliding out with some serious exertion (from both of them) to reveal the rest of her thingy had been... lubricated? By the stuff that the thing had been keeping inside, sliding out easily.
Finally... it was over... But before Olivia could celebrate, she could feel it poking again, but back there, where absolutely nothing was ever supposed to be going!
"No! Wrong... Ho-!" And as the entire length of the lubricated shaft impacted inside her rear at once, a once again swelling knot soon rubbing at the already overstretched pucker, slowly being widened by rapid thrusts as it was, Olivia found why she hadn't been able to scream so much earlier.
She had been saving it up for the pain she was feeling now.
And as the girl's ass was forcefully stretched overwide to take load after load of cum, the alternating fucking she was receiving soon seeing her belly stretched just the slightest bit from the sheer quantity of semen she was receiving against her will, she soon realized why this was the part none of the animes were showing her.
Whether it was pleasure or pain, she couldn't tell the difference anymore, but eventually, she finally, blessedly, slipped into darkness.
Pulling yourself out of the magical girl's ass with a small (and totally not cute) grunt, you take a quick look around. You'd been worried for a moment someone might have seen you, irrationally, but it seems as though the coast is clear, after all. Honestly, even a mundane would have still managed to see you raping the girl, so that could've been annoying if you didn't luck out.
So, standing here, you have to deal with this green girl, don't you? Or, don't have to, but probably should, right? Too bad nobody ever gave courses on rapistry or however you would call it in college.
You think you recognized when something about the sword changed midway through, but you weren't quite sure, and your recent... experiences, with Viridis taught you to never stop halfway through. And hey, now you don't have to deal with a conscious magical girl, so that's a plus right there.
... You think you should probably feel something about responding to an annoyance like this with brutal rape, but you don't, emotionally, that is. You're feeling... just the same as usual, really. A little cold inside, that persistent feeling that has not once disappeared ever since you last transformed, which was... weeks? Weeks ago?
Huh, you didn't think it was that long.
Okay, so... Let's just bring her to some relatively safe space and leave her there. Doesn't matter if that means you may have to blow off the eartheater hunt for another day- you're not in any real particular time crunch on that, not for a few days, at least.
She mentioned a... Caroline, right? Time to pull up a search on the net. You have a smartphone, you may as well use it and all that. Caroline, death, this city...
There you go. She seems to have choked to death on a black pretzel in the middle of the night in the woods right outside the city, which is... Well, guess goblin dicks are black pretzels now.
Still, it doesn't take you half an hour to find the dead girl's address, and as you know this 'Caroline' is Green Girl's sister (whom, as you find out through social media, is named Olivia), it stands to reason she lives there.
Now the only issue is navigating your way over there (This weird GargleMaps app had better work) and break into the place with Greenie in tow. Time to grab a few more platforms and get to it, you suppose.
Can't be that hard to read a few street signs, right?
You take it all back, curse these fucking, sprayed-over street signs and wish whoever programmed this piece of shit an unpleasant death at the bottom of some godforsaken ravine. Seriously.
In the end, you decided to just screw it and break in the hard way. Good news, a window was open, bad news, you aren't really a professional burglar, so that took more research.
You just sighed while you played with the Olivia girl's ass at that point. You've sticked entirely different things in there, this was nothing really new by comparison.
Anyways, the magical girl is lying on (and oozing onto) a bed that you think is hers, you get out the way you came, time to get back to business! Now the only real question is... What next?
According to your original plan, you should head back to the Overcity right now, for your part in your deal with Viridis. On the other hand, you could probably put it off for a day, and go take care of at least a few of those eartheaters instead. You would have to spend the night in the real city, though, so that's that.
Also, no mindblowing sex. Which you feel should be taken into consideration.
Say about your flying ice platforms whatever you want, that they're dangerously thin and unstable at times (which is patently untrue, mind you), but they certainly do allow you to get around easier. Not exactly inconspicuously- if anything magical was around and paying the attention to see you, it'd likely see you from halfway around the city- but it does mean you got home fairly soon-ish once you managed to reorient yourself.
"Hey, Brian, I didn't manage to get any eartheaters, after all," you greet the magical plush cat. "Another Puchuu looking like a purple-white little snake got its magical girl to try and fight me, I think."
"Chuuh! Puh! Chuuh!" You don't think you've ever seen Brian be this outwardly emotional about anything until now. "That chuhle snake! It has been on my chuhcase ever since that muchuhtional inchuhdent."
Scoffing, Brian begins pacing around the kitchen table- it knows that bothers you. It's one thing if he sits on there, but your instinct is to shoo pets moving around on surfaces that you put food on. "As though spending chuhome time as a hydra was chuhat bad! It all got fixed within a few chuhears! But no, now it chuhows up from chuhwhere and goes chuh sabochuh me?! Puuuuh!"
Well, you guess there's some bad blood between them, then. "If it makes you feel better, though it ran the moment it finished telling its girl I was a 'dark magical girl' or whatever, I defeated her with one spell."
"A chuhommon enough lie chuh manipuchuh girls into fighting eachuh other," Brian chuhs, visibly trying to calm himself down. "Anychuh else you can tell me, puchuh?"
"I tested the sword on her," you say, poking a thumb at the weapon poking out behind your back. "Used the base rose form to immobilize and then rape her. I think it worked, in some nebulous, ill-defined way? I also filmed everything, if you'd like to see."
"Marvechouhs!" Brian exclaims. "Give me chuhr sword and the rechuhding for the night to run some tests and I can give chuh a bronze coin for the help, puh. Wish I had more of a rechuhpuhchuh budchuh available, but we all chuh as we can."
"... Did they really censor the word 'research' that hard?" You question. Brian really pissed someone off.
"Chuuh."
You'll just... go see Viridis.
When you go out to see Viridis, it is with little surprise that you notice the surroundings have kept changing, young trees breaking out of the asphalt nearby your garden and shattered concrete slowly turning into fertile soil even as the beginnings of similar miniature forests are beginning to grow out of what used to be normal little gardens.
She's spreading quite a lot. It's a good thing, you suppose. More relevant, however, is the animal(?) whose head she is scratching... the head also buried in her crotch, the wolf-like creature overgrown with grass lapping at her folds as its tongue buries into her snatch as deep as it can.
"Ahh, you're here," Viridis says as you step onto what's left of the lawn at this point. "Do you like it? It is based on your own features."
You just look on as the grasswolf keeps at it, Viridis' slightly spread legs giving it access to herself. Looking closely, you can see something poking from between its hind legs- something hard and pointed, with a big knot and colored entirely green, erect at what the creature is doing.
Smaller than yourself, though, even as you can already imagine what will happen today.
"Come, let us begin," the originator of everything around you says, moving the grasswolf's head away from her crotch, revealing how wet and swollen it is. "I have been waiting for you."
With that, Viridis lies down on the tree stump grown specially for this, a hand coming down to spread herself for you. You don't take long to join her, having already stripped down before coming out, actually, so you don't take half an hour to find your magical girl clothes before remembering you can just transform back to normal and on again to make them come to you instead.
The spirit is still just as hot and tight as you remember her, your teeth clenched tight to keep your outward composure intact. That's right, you won't be defeated so easily this time around!
Viridis, seeing this, just gets that weird look in her eyes and smirks down at you, pulling you up to nurse on her breasts. They aren't leaking the wildberry-flavored juices yet, but you appreciate the gesture nevertheless, eagerly licking and nibbling on the hardened teats.
"Oh, you are simply too adorable," Viridis says for some reason, one hand stroking your hair as the other wanders down, groping your butt for a moment as you slowly thrust into her tight depths.
Then, once she's satisfied, she reaches a little further down, her fingers pushing into your entrance and spreading it open.
It takes no words to have the grasswolf step behind you, continuing right where it left off. Its tongue is just a little rough, joining Viridis' fingers inside you before it varies up its targets, spreading a thin plant sap around your ass, as well as down where you're still thrusting into Viridis as it licks your balls, knot and what it can reach of your dick and finally going for Viridis' asshole.
This cycle repeats a few times, the 'saliva' of the quasi-animal giving off a subtle heat and burn you suspect to be more a matter of capsaicin or something like that, though it isn't an unpleasant burn by any means.
Instead, it simply drives you on, pumping into Viridis with newfound fervor by the time Grassy over there gets antsy enough to jump onto you. Its front paws on your shoulders not enough to deter you from continuing, its penis takes a few tries to match your rapidly pumping waist, though Viridis just ends up grabbing and directing it down there.
The tapered end, much like your own, easily slides inside, and soon the grasswolf is burying its entire length inside you, thrusting frantically and uncontrolled and messing up your rhythm. It takes you a bit to get used to it, but this isn't the first time you have something stretch you out down there, nor getting railed pretty hard, and thanks to said... prior experience... with the plant tentacles, you just need a bit to get in sync with it.
Whatever its is spreading, it's concentrated stronger on its genitals, and so the train of railing ending in Viridis reaches its first stop in short order, your knot easily sliding into her as soon as you exert some strain, the grasswolf's own dong hammering into you from behind as you begin to cum, a howl of triumph signaling the moment it manages to push itself all the way inside.
You certainly get why that Olivia girl screamed earlier today, and as you are pumped full of weird plant semen, steadily filling Viridis up in turn, you can't help but look up at her with an uncontrolled gasp (not at all feminine in tone, mind you) and just slightly rolling eyes.
Her happy smile says it all.
The same or similar scenes continue, you fucking Viridis in various positions and being penetrated by Grassy in turn, both your pussy and ass taking his knot time and again. It doesn't take very long for your belly to once again swell, Viridis' powers spiraling around you and accelerating what you suspect would take quite a bit longer otherwise.
And so it comes that you are lying on your back, suckling on the wolf's cock as it stands above you, with the fertility plantcatgirl jerking you off with one hand and massaging your distended middle with the other.
When you give birth, it is surprisingly quick and painless, just several waves of pleasure rushing forth as it makes its way through your birthing canal. Which it still feels weird to have.
In short order, you are holding the newborn grasswolf in your arms, breastfeeding it as one hand gingerly masturbates its surprisingly large wolf cock (relatively speaking). You can literally watch the grass grow, you consider in the back of your head as you, yourself, soon once again breastfeed from Viridis.
Things devolve from there, with you giving birth to several dozen new wolves over the course of several hours, both male and female, to your mild surprise, even though it's a ratio of about 3 to 1 on the gender divide. Many of them join in on your little orgy as they just keep growing, and by the time you manage to actually excuse yourself and drag your tired, abused body back inside, there's a very decent population of them running around.
One thing you noticed is that they actually speed up plant growth around themselves, and as they explore the nearby greenery, it keeps on growing in all directions at a readily apparent pace.
Explains why Viridis wanted them, if nothing else.
Another day, another round of... well, howling. Turns out these grasswolves howl at the rising sun or whatever comes closest in the Overcity, making for quite the racket waking you up.
As you have unfortunately found, your younger and smaller body really doesn't deal well with coffee, so you can't solve this the easy way. Instead, you have to get back on out, thankfully not really needing to shower or even brush your teeth, as you have found, and end up getting surprisingly nourishing breakfast from Viridis' nipples as you beg her to have the wolves stop howling at the times you prefer to sleep.
If she were to directly feed on worship or something, you're sure she'd have undergone apotheosis right then and there, as she actually completely understands sleep cycles and promises to have them shift to quieter happy growling instead.
While you're there already, you also go ahead and undergo your usual daily rite of fucking life into the surroundings, this time by filling up Viridis's ass for a good while before shifting targets to the grasswolves. You're... unsure, about putting it into literal animals, but you're hopped up on Viridis' juice and she's literally holding your cock for it, or massaging your knot at times, so you just go along with it for the time being.
Still nowhere near as fun as to get back to pounding Viridis, though, a fact you go ahead and tell her about. Because indeed, you have learned to keep your wits about you well enough to formulate words while having sex.
The morning's over by the time you get back inside to make some early lunch for yourself, but you're still... satisfied, with your progress.
Munching on a simple meal of chicken and baked potatoes with some formerly frozen and now lightly grilled vegetables on the side, you eye Brian as he sits to the side.
"Why do you always come watch me eat, anyways?" You ask, the question having been on your mind for a while.
"Sochuhl interaction has been shown to aid in performanchuh," Brian explains the equivalent of 'I read it in a magazine'. "Additionally, as chuhr mouth is occupied, the likelihood of speechuh decreachuhs."
"... That is not how that works," you inform him. "Humans become chattier while eating, mostly as a social mechanism."
"Nonsense, chuuh."
You shrug, taking another bite. His funeral. Though, now that he's there already... "You mentioned catching and bringing you Puchuus," you change the topic, "but the snake one was gone by the time I froze its magical girl."
"Chuuh! There's a trick to it, achuhally," Brian says, hopping in place for a moment. "Chuh must avoid taking your eyes off of Puchuus, lest they use their nature chuh escape, puchuh. Chuh long as they are observed by a magical girl, they have to get away the hard way, chuhchuhchuh."
"Got it, don't stop looking at them," you note. "Or physically holding onto them, I assume?"
"Yes, chuh."
"Before I forget, the girl the snake was using was actually the sister of my... predecessor," you explain. "She seems to be trying to look for her sister, it's part of why she was so aggressive, I think." People really can be downright pugnacious for the strangest of reasons when just keeping calm and collected would work so much better for them.
"Chuh. Puchuh. She was acchuhally my next alternative after the last one, before I decided to look for someone better suited, chuuh." Okay, that does sound like bullshit. The last part, anyways. "Chuh the chuh snake would cut in and pick up where I left off, puchuh."
"Actually, come to think of it," you say, pausing to chew on a potato (annoying how little food you can fit into your small mouth at a time), "if we were to take apart that magical girl, is there anything we could transplant onto myself?"
"Puchuh, an astute question, chuuh!" Brian begins walking in circles again. "Unforchuhnately, magical girls are not entirely physichuh in the important parts, chuuh, not any more than any other spellchuhster. If you insist, chuuh, I would not mind doing it, chuh, but it would require a live chuhbject and leave you quite insane, chuuh."
Well, there goes that. You just go back to eating.
Your ice lances turned from vectors of a piddling amount of your mana to add some freezing to them into something... just a tad deadlier, as the large patch of hard ice you managed to knock out of the wall you were using as target practice can attest to, you wait for a few minutes for your gateway back to the 'real' city to open, eventually coming through on your ice platform.
Magical girls never atrophy or anything, as you found out from Brian, despite their looks possibly changing to look like they did, as their strength comes entirely from their magical powers, according to Brian, and so you feel safe in simply flying everywhere sitting on your butt.
Shooting a quick message to Melanie saying to keep away from the green girl, she was irrationally angry and tried to assault you, you nevertheless soon arrive at the approximate location of the earth eaters... with everything fairly calm, and most mundanes avoiding the area.
Now, how shall you do this?
Shifting your costume into the purple-black dress of your ice 'armor', you float along on your platform, looking for a good spot. Far away from the occasional passerby, you soon get to one, some holes in the asphalt a small distance away and open space to work with.
Concentrating for a moment, you create a rough person's worth of ice, even going so far as materializing it in a general humanoid shape. Watching it plummet to the earth from where you made it level with yourself, it shatters against the hard ground, the 'legs' and 'waist' reduced to small chunks of ice blown every which way.
Waiting and observing, you keep on the ready as a subtle glow of magic shifts underneath the earth, not quite as easily visible to you as something would be otherwise, but still present for you to identify.
You prepare, ready to do anything from blasting a winterblast to hammering the creatures beneath you with deadly ice lances... but that's it. The creature, if it is indeed a eartheater, doesn't surface, instead just staying where it is for a moment before leaving again (if you're reading this right).
This... might be kind of a pain.
Alright, so you know these bugs have a good sense of smell in addition to the tremor sense, right? Right. Getting their attention via just the latter didn't work, so you will probably have to try and add the former, then.
Now what's the best way to do that? You don't exactly have any convenient bait wandering around, and while you could go and search for a woman to dangle on top of the eartheaters, that sounds like a lot of additional effort just to be pointlessly cruel unless you can't think of a better way.
Which... there might be? You know from what Brian told you about them how they work and the like, so technically all you need is... Well, vaginal fluids. You reckon that should be enough to get one to investigate, combined with a strong enough impact.
And, despite how reluctant you wish to officially denote you feel about this, you do have a source of the stuff right there and on hand.
... Somehow, you wish you had some of Viridis' juice on you right now. But as it stands, you'll have to get it done the hard way. Well, best get it over with already.
Determined, you get up, standing on your ice platform and raising your skirt so you can lower your panties. You'll need some way to keep the stuff once you manage to produce it, so...
Consideringly, you raise a hand, palm turned upwards, soon clasping a rough replica of... It's a dildo, okay? Made of ice, which would usually mean you wouldn't want it inside you (thank you for your wisdom, college days), but... it feels cold against your skin where you hold it, but not burning cold. Not by any measure.
You've been thinking about this for a while now, but the cold doesn't really seem to bother you anymore. So, instead of fretting any longer, you sit your ass right back down, dress turned upside down a little so you have access to yourself as you spread your legs.
"Haah..."
You... only really masturbated that one time in this body, shortly before you had your first time with Viridis, but the basics are still the same; stroke your cock, fondle your balls and gingerly touch your pussy a bit. Your hands, small and delicate as they are, actually do feel great for this, and knowing that it's a cute girl touching you makes this...
Well, you'd feel better if it was a beautiful woman, truth be told, rather than a girl, and if she wasn't yourself, that'd move her right into your strikezone. But hey, you haven't ever been some choosey bastard that only gets it up for blondes. You'll make do.
As you like to say, you've seen and done weirder shit.
"Hnn..."
So as you handle your oversized equipment, you soon remember why you're doing this out in the open as you are, lifting your heavy balls and nudging your delicate lips with the round tip of the cold masturbatory aid.
Pushing it in as you give off a low hiss, you can't help but notice this feeling of tightness, your full pussy only serving to drive your tapered tip to itch to fill something else up, the feel of every downward stroke pushing against the hard object lodged inside you enough to have you gasp for air.
"Hnngh...!"
Your balls resting against the other end, you start to jerk off in earnest, not too unfamiliar with the motion. Thinking back about something you can masturbate to, your mind having to stand in for any porn, you realize just how much sex you've been having lately- sure, the thing with Viridis is, well, one thing, but the Olivia girl was all on you wanting more power... and refusing to stop until you felt you were done.
You read somewhere, once, how rape is not primarily a sexual process, but rather one centered around domination. The non-consensual sex is more about forcing your desires onto someone else, whether it be a person you know or a stranger off the street, so to say. Was that what things with Olivia were about?
"Harhgh..."
... A bit, you decide. Truth be told, her being extremely annoying was more an excuse at the time, and the sword and what it does just the catalyst for your decision. Ultimately, you just raped the girl because...
Because you wanted to see if you could. To see what would happen. Because to you, forcing what you want on someone else was hot, weird enough as it feels to say that as someone that does ice.
... You really are the kind of person that should never, ever be given power over anyone. Then again, not like you didn't know that already, is it?
Masking your twisted smirk with your gasping face, you come as the realization of just how awful a person you really are comes over you, splattering your seed off your platform in short, strong bursts, grasping onto your knot and clamping down around the ice-cold intruder you introduced earlier, moving it just a bit with nothing but your internal muscles.
You take a few deep breaths. Okay, maybe getting something in there isn't all that bad, after all.
Okay, time for take two. Completely ignoring the part where you basically went spaghetti due to horny. Creating some more ice, this time storing it on a rooftop for a bit while you wait for your reserves to recover, you soon hover around where you think you saw the eartheater's magic move around underground.
Dropping the roughly humanoid chunk of ice with the used didlo attached to it, you watch it fall to the ground, throwing a few pebbles after it regularly to make it look like a person walking. It doesn't take long for the same process as last time to repeat and-
Holy crap, the things look a lot scarier when they're alive enough to move, and especially when they burst up out of the asphalt, a huge maw opening up to swallow the biggest piece of ice left after impact.
Only, instead, of diving back down immediately, you can observe (and film, you want footage) the giant insect wave its head around for a bit, visibly confused, before opening its mouth again.
Not willing to let this opportunity pass you by, you concentrate your magic, forming it into the now comfortingly pointy shape of an ice lance.
You weren't sure what to expect when you shot it off at the giant creature- maybe for the eartheater to bite it out of the air in a last-ditch effort to defend itself, or a quicker reaction simply having your attack bounce off of its hard carapace. Instead, what you see is the spike-y, coldhearted implement of death piercing right into the (not really) softer insides of its jaw, traveling through the hard-shelled body and nailing it onto the inside of the tunnel it just tore into the earth.
The eartheater lies still. Kind of anticlimatic.
Honestly, for all that it's been kind of a pain to actually get to this point, the concrete process of wiping out the eartheaters is surprisingly simple and straightforward.
Masturbate using a bit of ice, drop a bunch of ice, wait for them to take the bait and, when they eventually do, nail them with an ice lance. If they don't, rinse and repeat until they do.
It takes you a while, but eventually, you're... relatively sure you got them all? You flew over the entire area strewn with 'sudden sinkholes', aka places eartheaters came out of their burrow, and you can't seem to find even the slightest hint of any more of the eartheaters' magical signatures.
You even (cautiously) enter, the relative sizes involved meaning that you can navigate the tunnels created every time the creatures moved around fairly easily, but despite you keeping your eyes peeled and magic on the ready as you crawled through loose earth and past more than a few torn pipes (which is very yuck), nothing jumps out to try and rape you.
Instead, what you found inside one of the many chambers dug out was, well...
Some kind of larvae? Eggs? You aren't sure. Either way, you're taking them with you to have Brian take a look at them for the time being; worst case, you can always dispose of them as hard as possible.
Touching them is horrible, but not as horrible as the labour of carrying the eartheater bodies around as they ooze their bug insides everywhere.
You are quite thoroughly done with these things. Oh, but before you do anything else- making sure to wipe the liquefied inner organs off your hands- you send Melanie a picture of you, standing in the air, the hand not busy holding your smartphone forming a peace sign, the shot angled so the eartheater currently rising from the ground is displayed behind you, the concrete and asphalt torn to the sides blown away in little chunks.
Underneath, you type a message. '...'. That's how young people do this these days, right? Anyways, back on track. You sure do wish you had an easier way to do this as you begin dragging giant (and thus heavy) insect corpses onto platforms, to let them float with you.
Gained 11 eartheater corpses!
Gained 6 viable eartheater eggs!
Olivia scowled, making sure to lock the bathroom door. She didn't usually do that, but, well... When her parents had found her in Caroline's bed, red-faced and obviously having 'cried herself to sleep', they'd become incessantly overbearing, trying to make her feel better any way they could.
She hated it. She hated it, but not as much as what else was on her mind right then and there. She was still feeling... bad... down there... and back there, too, and every time she thought about it she felt sick.
So she just spent a lot of time in the bathroom right now. it wasn't all bad, she supposed. Especially as... "Puchu!"
"Puchuu!" The purple snake made as it wiggled around her wrist. "I am so glad you are alright!"
"Yeah..." Olivia agreed half-heartedly, swallowing. "So, uh... how'd your day go, Puchu?"
"Chu! I spent a lot of it trying to find the Evil Magical Girl's hideout, but no luck until now, chu! That's why I came to you, actually, I found her doing something in the same area you fought her in, chu!"
Olivia's stomach plummetted, but she forged on, because she refused to just give up like that. "Then let's go, Puchu! Magical Girl Protector Of Justice! To Bring Justice To All, No Matter Where!"
Transforming made it easier to concentrate, cheering her up and making it so walking didn't hurt as bad. "To The Rescue!!!"
And if Olivia paid even the slightest amount of attention to her surroundings, she would have been able to see the purple snake roll its eyes.
Luckily, they didn't have to search for the Evil Girl... there. In the place. The place Olivia was not talking about, nor thinking about, nor imagining ever.
Instead, the place they could get eyes on the suspect were the roofs of the great city of Generica, many gross mutant bugs carried along The Girl on these weird ice platforms she saw her with the last time, too.
What would she use these ugly things for, Olivia wondered?
"What are you chinking, chu!?" Puchu asked, dressed in a wrap of camo clothes that were just the cutest thing ever.
"We must investigate, Puchu!" Olivia explained, trying to keep her legs from wiggling. She still did feel weird. "Right now, we had best tail the Dark magical Girl and formulate a plan to..."
"... You know I can see you, right?" Oh no, they'd been spotted!
Olivia acted immediately; scooping up Puchu, she rolled sideways where she was lying down, jumping down from the roof and falling into a sprint despite her destroyed nether regions. "She saw she saw she saw, what do we do?"
"Protector Of Justice, calm down!" But she didn't, she kept running, her grip on Puchu airtight.
She only stopped when she was sure The Girl wasn't following her, no signs of any floating platforms in sight. Breathing deeply and heavily, Olivia crouched down, crying into Puchu as she held it to her chest. "I can't... I don't think I can do this, Puchu. I don't think I can protect justice, and I'm... I'm so sorry, but I don't want to... I can't-" She began babbling.
"It's okay, Olivia. Everyone has their weaknesses, chu," Puchu said, with just enough sincerity a sobbing Olivia mistook its tone for concern. "If you can't face her, then we just won't, chu! Not unless you decide you can and want to. There's lots of other things for a Magical Girl to do, chu, and you can avoid her however long you'd like to!"
"Really? I'm not a failure, Puchu? I'm not... not a failure? I didn't let you down?" She shuddered through her words. "Let Caroline down?"
"Not at all, chu! You are still searching for answers, aren't you? You are still searching for Justice?" Puchu asked.
"I... I am." Olivia stated, determined despite her... everything.
"Then you're still Magical Girl Protector Of Justice, chu! You'll be back on your feet in no time, chust you wait, chu!" Puchu tried to cheer her up. "Tell you what, how about we look out for other girls with the potential to become like you, chu? The Dark Magical Girl is strong, but she cannot match the power of friendship! Chu!"
"You're right," Olivia said, wiping away her tears. "No time to feel sorry for myself, there's Justice to be had!"
Getting back up (even if her insides still hurt), Olivia sniffled a little, blinking her eyes clear. "Okay, Puchu! Where do we start?"
-Okay, so what I'm reading from this is that we're fucked
QM: I mean, hey, you've met the future Big Bad. All you have to do now is take one to your Bad End counter.
-Not like we have too many of those...
QM: And she knows where you live and also has blackmail of you being raped by her.
-That's still a really hard tone change, ngl
-Hey, better than being dead
QM: And she also thinks you're a bit slow in the head because you didn't get the hint when she was trying to deescalate.
-She was literally mocking us to our face!
QM: She was trying to be genuine, she's just a bit... different. By which I mean bugfuck insane, or did you forget I told you who the Big Bad is gonna be? Now you're traumatized and have to roll for sanity when she's-
-We get it already, can we just move on?
A production brought to you by NegaQuest: Olivia Edition
Coordinating the transfer through the pathway to the Overcity is a bit fiddly, but before long you arrive back at your base, calling for Brian to come out. "The hunt went better than expected," you explain, motioning for the eleven bodies now in your possession. "They had a bunch of eggs or thingies in one of the chambers, so I brought them along, too."
"Chuuhd work, chuh," Brian nods at you. "Anything chuh'd like to do with the bodies, or chuuhd I just put them on the pile? Also, the eggs, puchuh?"
"I don't know, take a look. Anything they could be used for or should I just throw them in the garden as fertilizer?" You do not have anything against bugs, no sir. You just... want them to have the best existence they can have. And for literal giant bugs, that is not being born. Simple as that.
"Chuuh, I could take them off your hands for a small sum, I know a few chuuhleague-chuhpuchuh- others that would gladly have a few pets like these, for garden work and the like, chuh."
"... Are you alright? The censor isn't hitting you as hard as usual." Now you're worried.
"Chuuh, whom do you think you are talking chuh? It will take them weeks to figure out how to enable the enhanced censors again, chuh, so until then I chuuhst have to deal with the standard one, chuh! More than enough time to find a more... permanent... solution. Puchuh!" Brian seems almost proud of his progress, if you're one to judge.
"I... see." Best to just hope he doesn't manage to fuck his own knee with that.
"Aside from that, chuh may try to keep them yourself... or rather, have the fertility spirit in the backyard do it for chuh," Brian continues, unconcerned. "They are useful to ensure soil quality, or so I've heard, chuuh."
Mhm.
"Okay," you say. "We will just want one of the bodies for a bit, I want to make something from it. And I figure selling half the eggs should leave enough for Viridis to work with."
"Chuuh, your decision," Brian shrugs, or 'shrugs' as much as someone in the body of a plush cat can. "Go ahead and talk to your pet then, chuh, I have some errands to run and paperwork to falsify, chuchuchuh."
... good thing he hasn't lost any enthusiasm, you suppose. As for yourself, you're off to hand gross bug eggs over to Viridis and ask her that she keep them far, far away from you, then you're off to bed.
Lots of hard work today, and you don't mean only the repeated masturbation and the things you did with Viridis in the morning.
You're still not exactly used to waking up in this body, but it's getting easier every time, the unfamiliar slowly becoming familiar. Blearily making your way downstairs as you detransform for a moment only to again transform straight away to get your clothes on, you get downstairs to the kitchen, Brian, as always, already awaiting you.
With a huge-ass sack of cloth next to him.
You ignore that for a moment to get a carton of milk out of the fridge, taking a few deep gulps straight from the opened thing, waiting for your eyes to properly open. Only then do you put everything away and feel ready to face Brian.
"Okay, what's happened this time?"
"Chuuh, no idea what you're talking about," Brian smugly proclaims. "But if you have to know, I may or may not have finally gotten back to my blackmail vault while the accounting department was busy with all the bodies, chuh, and had a few... talks. Chuhffice to say, I got you the best price I could out of the whole deal, chuh."
"... Great." And hopefully nobody will ever connect that back to you. "I suppose I should take these, then."
"Go ahead, chuh, it's your earnings, after all. Don't worry, I took my fee out of it as usual, but my rates are more affordable that pretty muchuh everyone else's anyways, puchuh."
Somehow, you want the old, censored Brian back, but you don't expect that'll happen anytime soon. "Alright, just give me a moment with these coins and we can look into using the eartheater," you say, moving to grab the loot, only for a black paw to pat your hand, stopping you.
"May want chuh keep a few in reserve, too," he advises, taking his paw away slowly. "We made a buncha coins, enough for someone to get interested, chuh. Coins invariably mean those with the means to spend them, after all, and that means someone with a way to convince you to give them away will show up at chuuhme point. Traders, Merchants, the like. May have something chuh'd like, the people of the Overcity tend to have chuhst the kind of luck to arrange for things."
"... Noted."
The operation to implant a bunch of brainmatter and integrate it with your own as well as the nerves necessary to make use of it is... surprisingly quick and easy, over and done with in about a minute. Brian doesn't even bother knocking you out, he just has you lie down on his operation table facedown.
It feels weird being cut open like that, the cat plushie working several tools as a buzzsaw cuts into your skull.
You don't really want to ponder the whole thing.
Either way, you are now the proud owner of a new sense, the feeling of impact and shuffling everywhere around yourself a little strange, though potentially useful down the line depending on what kinds of monsters you encounter.
For now, though... "Let's get to that exoskeleton and how to use it as a crafting focus for magically powerful panties," you decide out loud, summoning the Brian to aid you again.
"Chuh, probably a good idea to get used to it for a while. Okay, just grab that bonesaw over there, chuh, and get right here..."
Over the course of the next several hours, you work hard to get some actual panties out of the eartheater's shell under Brian's instructions. From cutting out the right parts you need, to combining the best pieces and actually getting some string out of a tendon as well as cushioning the final product with some softer lining.
It's actually a surprisingly long and exhausting effort, all told. Accroding to Brian, though, that's just how working with monster parts can be.
"Chuh, this is magically hardened exoskeleton. To let it keep its power after death, it needs to be treated just right, else it's useless, puchuh. That means effort, and manual labour, chuuh."
Still, you get through it, in no small part thanks to your ability to just keep on your feet and concentrated past what you might otherwise be able to, and so you soon manage to obtain a light brown pair of armored panties that should, as you understand it, convey a level of resistance to physical attacks on a similar level to that of a fully-grown eartheater, thanks to the couple of bronze coins you dropped into them as you created them.
Will only last for a year and a day, but that's more than enough for you, for the time being.
The panties are surprisingly comfortable, actually, snugly fitting around your bottom and concealing your dick well enough, though they are a bit tight compared to the shadow underwear.
Not too tight, thankfully, but it does keep rubbing and pressing down there a little bit.
So you store away your old panties for the moment, happy to note that despite what you put them through, they're still perfectly clean and fluffy, so that's good.
You've actually been thinking about just using one of the base's rooms as a treasure room, of sorts, if you just keep on gathering and crafting more stuff. It's a thought, at any rate.
Checking the time, you quickly poke out of the portal while you're at it, finding out Melanie wrote you a bunch of messages asking about the eartheater picture you sent her and whether you're okay. You answer, telling her you're fine and you killed them all, before getting back to the Overcity, returning to your base.
Time for another session with Viridis, after all. On the one hand, you'd like to just get it over with already, on the other hand, you can't help but wonder what you'll be doing with her tonight...
When you get out to the garden, once more naked already, it is a new experience, at first, to literally feel just how surprisingly alive this place is now. The plants are moving, slowly and imperceptibly, but fast enough, you suspect, normal plants not under the control of a nature spirit of some sort couldn't possibly keep up.
In addition, you have the literally living plants, digging through the earth and pinging your new sense, and the animals walking around, the grasswolves and the eartheaters, downright making a racket all around.
Viridis greets you where she usually hangs out, lazing about and petting a few plants here and there, which is just what she does with her time, you suppose. "Ah, you're back. And you're... better. I can see it in you."
"..." You remain silent, subtly taking a look around just in case she has anything else waiting for you again, but see nothing in particular. Coming closer, you can see her licking her lips, shimmying towards you.
"You will need to prove how much better you are, of course. Come." And like that, Viridis turns around, her long tail wrapping around your waist and pulling you along. You follow her, of course, and soon arrive at the usual tree stump where she has you sit down.
Kneeling before you, it doesn't take long for her lips to find your dick, her long tongue licking all over it before she takes you inside, the hot and wet insides of her mouth enveloping your tapering length easily right down to the knot, which she begins to lick and slobber over, all the while fondling your balls.
Her throat tight around your tip, you hardly last until Viridis begins to edge her lips around your knot, a slight repeat of your first encounter, before you begin to twitch, scratching her kitty ears in a last moment attempt to edge out your own release.
Coming down her throat, you can almost see the happy smile as Viridis drinks up, her tongue lashing and licking along your member until you're done. Her jaw outright unhinging to let her remove herself from your crotch, she then gets up, back to licking her lips as she regards you.
"Mhm, definitely more, and more nutritious, too," she judges, fondly patting your testes, "but is it enough?"
Climbing atop you where you still lie (and not at all because you just gasped your breath out like crazy), Viridis angles herself... except not to take you inside herself just like usual, but rather to let you poke at her ass this time, easily sinking down on your lubricated rod as it spreads her back entrance open wide, playing with your breasts with the hand not used to stabilize herself, yourself absolutely not drooling at the sensation of her incredibly hot and tight asshole.
Sitting down on your waist, your knot rubbing against the tight muscle clamping down on your cock, it is all you can do to grit your teeth and stretch out your hands, groping Viridis' white breasts leaking dark red sap smelling absolutely delicious right now.
"Oh? Somebody wants a treat," she smirks down at you. "But too bad, you aren't getting any you don't earn."
Relaxing her ass, she easily takes your knot, pushing herself down a few times to make sure she does before it's wedged inside. "I think you can get a single taste every time you prove you're a good girl. Any you want, you only get as much as you give me first."
Clenching up, she kisses her fingers, pushing them down along her body to pleasure herself once she arrives at her crotch "Or maybe you want to prove you're a big bad girl instead, that can take what she wants?"
Well, the choice is obvious. Gripping Viridis' slim waist, you push, knowing she's probably physically stronger than you (she is), but doing it anyways. She goes along with it, falling over backwards with a sly smile on her face, invitingly spreading her legs so you can push yourself deeper into her.
"Oh my, oh my, someone is a very horny bad girl~!" You take a hold of her thighs, plush and surprisingly muscled as they are, and lift them up, pulling out in a titanic act of willpower and mental integrity, not at all moaning like a little girl, before pushing yourself right back in, the clap of your flesh on Viridis' as pleasing as the small shockwave shaking her for the barest hint of a moment, her breasts juggling just a bit.
"Suuuch a bad girl~..." The hunt has begun, and you're an eager pursuer indeed, driving your dick into her a few thrusts at a time before pushing for the knot, rinsing and repeating as often as you can. Viridis, for her part, seems appreciative of your efforts to fuck her arse senseless, clear fluid leaking from her pussy and adding to your lubrication as you pump away.
"Come on... Take my ass..." Your mouth hangs open as you fuck that ass, but you don't even care, the hot and tight butt you're fucking far more important than any thoughts of keeping control of yourself, paradoxically, helping you keep yourself on task. Your balls literally slap against her cheeks once you start pistoning in earnest, Viridis' hand coming up to caress your face just another reason to fuck. Her. Harder.
When it comes over you, it does so suddenly, your knot inflating on the next push inside and locking you inside Viridis. The catplant woman just smiles, tightening up in response. "Too bad~, no matter how much you breed it, my ass won't get pregnant~... But maybe you don't even care, mhm?"
You just do your best to grit your teeth and contain your gasps as you fill her up, load after load of your spunk filling up that same ass regardless, only to be surprised when she pushes herself up a little. "Come on... Didn't you want this?"
She doesn't even need to push her breasts up to have you all over them, licking and sucking on her nipples to get some of that delicious sap. While doing so, you don't stay idle- you're still locked where you are, but you hump at her just a little, more pleased sounds coming from Viridis.
"Such an eager little bad girl..." You grope and cuddle with Viridis all over for a long moment, until you can pull your slowly deflating cock back out of her. Instead of actually pulling out, though, you naturally get right back to fucking her butt, drawing a happy chuckle from the nature spirit.
Though you have to adjust and go along a little when she turns around, letting you rail her doggy style much to her delight. "Come on... Show mommy everything you have...!"
Suffice to say, you don't pull out, continuing to fuck Viridis for hours on end. She also doesn't seem to instantly absorb your semen for some reason, slowly, but surely growing a little belly from the sheer inhuman amount of sperm you can pump out after your upgrade, actively seeming to delight in it.
Thanks to whatever magical girl regeneration you have going on, you can literally keep going all night, though you still eventually fall to exhaustion, not that Viridis seems to care, just continuing to bounce on your cock at that point.
Unfortunately, you still have to eat at some point, Viridis just laughing some more at the grumbling of your stomach that is definitely not cute, rubbing the stomach you fucked into her and bidding you farewell for the day (night?).
Not a single drop is leaking out of her, somehow. You blame magical catplant spirit goddess magic, and nothing can change your opinion. For now, you're just frying all the eggs.
You need some protein.
Doctor Brianchuu, as it was informally called, went over its notes, eager to compare. The subject was exhibiting increased sex drive, which was unusual for ice specialist magical girls, but likely caused as much by current and previous interactions with the current main project as by the particular ingredients that went into reshaping it into an applicable recipient of The Process in the first place.
Right, increased sperm production, likely caused by a mix of fertility blessings and coin consumption. The subject seemed to have improved its own vital functions magically, a sound train of thought to follow- it had exhibited more than enough energy generation and conversion abilities to defeat most foes it had encountered, so ensuring it would be harder to defeat was the next logical step.
Shoring up weaknesses instead of pursuing strength, noted and filed.
The subject also seemed to have built a rapport with the current main project, a more intense mating process being observable. The cameras were rolling, of course, so Doctor Brianchuu merely needed to add 'review later' on its list of priorities.
Truly, having all of its research subjects generate data right in the literal backyard was a great improvement over having to generate pocket planes and erase memories all the time. Not that it had the resources for either, at the current time.
No matter. Live study would do well enough for the time being, with Subject Jacqueline Frost aiding more research all the time, through specimen collection and footage gathering in the field. Truly, field studies had rarely been this easy before!
Perhaps Doctor Brianchuu would have to reconsider its stance on the usage of more Magical Girls in the future, after all. If one turned out this well, perhaps it could influence others to do similarly exemplary work.
Chuuh.