MMG

by Throwaway1971

Frozen MMG

5. Ice Thaws - To Reveal More Ice

In the middle of finally getting some food made, you are somewhat interrupted after the night you had by a knock on the doorframe of your base, the door itself still leaning on the little entrance hallway beyond it after how you gained entrance to your home.

"Hello, hello? Anybody home?" A female voice comes.

"Puchuuh, mind taking the door?" Brian asks you from where he just sits on his usual spot while watching you cook. "I hate solicitors, chuh."

Lightly annoyed, you give him a nod and get everything ready, taking the eggs off the heat (they were about done anyways) before walking to the front entrance. "Hello."

Standing there, you see who is disturbing your long-awaited breakfast; standing at about a teenager's height, some kind of tanned elf woman is awaiting your attention, a book in one hand. The way her little miniature hat is adhering to her head is obvious magic, as is the lack of sag in her... assets.

"Oh my, you're a little cutie, aren't you?" You'd be more encouraged by this if you weren't just a tad sore after a night of nonstop anal sex with Viridis. "My name's Donna, I go around these parts sometimes. Nice to meet'cha!"

"... Hello," you repeat yourself. "My name is Jackie. What are you doing here?"

Not bothered by your lightly icy demeanour, Donna beams at you. "Why, I go around looking for useful magical reagents! And grimoires, too, of all kinds, as well as any knicknacks I can find. I trade them, too, if people have the coin to afford the stuff, anyways. So if you have anything magical you'd like to buy or sell, I'm your woman!"

Mhm.

"Mhm. What does the Grimoire do, exactly?" You ask, gesturing for the yellow book with a little sun printed on it.

Donna just bounces a little, her tits defying gravity even harder. "Oh, grimoires work by imprinting a spell on you as long as you have them, like so!" Pulling another book out of nowhere, she holds out a hand, the apparent grimoire beginning to float in the air and emitting a little bit of pink glitter fading in and out.

"And just like that, I can use the spell in it! It goes away when you don't have it anymore, but that just means you can swap out spells like crazy. Sometimes, people actually learn the spell inside a grimoire by reading it a lot over and over, buuut that takes forever and magical girls like you have an especially hard time with anything that doesn't fit to your specialization, so I wouldn't recommend it," she concludes. "The exact spell people get from some grimoires varies, especially for the simpler ones, so it's a random draw of sorts. It's really fun!"

"Mhm," you agree. "Contact? For later."

"Oh, that's easy, you can just knock on a door and say my name three times and I'll show up within two to three workdays!" She exclaims with a salute. "Now, would you like to get anything, ooor...?"

"Old knicknacks," you explain before darting off into the living room for a second, coming back with one of your earlier attempts at rune-based protection, a simple stone covered in some of the things on a string.

"Oh? Well, this looks like it'd be worth a couple bronze if you don't want it anymore. I could probably find someone that just wants a little charm like this, anything magical is always in demand," Donna explains, giving the little necklace back to you. "Anything else?"

Pointing at the little charm she explained to you as letting you breathe underwater for a while, really just a couple of enchanted fish scales taken off of magical species stuck to a little brooch. "This little thing? 22 bronze, a straight twenty if you also sell that charm in exchange. Deal?"

Mhm. On the one hand, you kind of have a feeling something like this might come in handy, Generica City is pretty close to the ocean and all. On the other hand, twenty bronze coins is a lot, and you aren't sure that's worth it.

On the third hand, she did mention magical fluids, and though you aren't sure it counts... Well, you have seen how this whole magical world business works by now.

"... Mhm. Fluid reagents?" You ask, tilting your head.

"I suppose I might be convinced to give you a discount for certain- wah-what're you doing?"

Having heard enough, you're pushing your panties down your waist, the hard exoskeleton bonking the floor as you raise your dress, showing the slowly growing erection you have going on.

"Fluids."

"Oh." Donna does seem to be pleasantly surprised and awed by your dong, if nothing else. "Oh! That's... new. And, uh, probably really unethical for me to do, but- sure, if you'd let me, uh, extract some fluids, I could see about determining-"

"Discount."

"Don't get me wrong, I would love to, but-"

"Discount."

"Geez, alright! I'll take five bronze off in exchange for a sample, happy?"

"Mhm." Sweet, sweet victory on account of your cunning business acumen.

Standing there and holding up your dress, you wait for the trader to proceed.

"What- why're you just standing there?"

"Extract?" You ask, only now realizing you've started to talk in single words. That's... probably not a good thing, right? "Waiting for you to get to it."

"Right here? Of course right here, not like anyone's around in a dump like this. Um..." Eyeing you up and down, Donna gets on her knees, taking a closer look at your penis.

Stretching out a hand, she touches it, stroking its length. "How did you even get this? I'm pretty sure most girls don't have canine penises."

Oh shit, she wants to know about Brian. What do you tell her? "Spirit in the garden. She seems to like it." There, technical truth, but totally misleading.

"I see. And this spirit, what does she...?" Donna asks, even as you grow fully erect, feeling your rod and your knot.

You shrug. "I have to play with her every day. This feels good." And it does, with you leaning towards the literally elfin features of the young (?) woman before you.

Nodding, Donna begins to properly stroke you, a hand going down to fondle your balls, even as a clear liquid starts to gather at your tapered tip. "Interestingly, it glows just like a glowwolf would... wasn't there a little outbreak a bit to the south of here in the real world? Not that it matters that much..."

Donna continues to jerk you off for a bit, but you don't come just like that, holding yourself together and tensing your chin while she's hard at work. After several seconds, she licks her lips, looking up at you.

"This not enough for you, is it?" Slipping off the shoulder straps of her top off, she shows off her really big, dark-skinned tits for you, angling them under your tool and pushing them up.

"There, guys always love it when I do this." Surrounding your dong in her soft titflesh, Donna gives you a triumphant look and angles her hands so she can touch the lower parts of your cock and your knot every time she moves forwards. "There, you like it, too!"

You are absolutely not standing there with your mouth wide open to breathe heavily while you hold up your dress.

"Come on, come on, you know you want to!" Stretching her head, Donna starts to lick and kiss at your tip whenever she can reach it. When you still hold on, she presses in closer, her breasts squeezing down around your knot while she takes you into her mouth.

Her tongue swirls and licks, Donna slurping and salivating around your tool when, with a sudden rush, you come.

Your manly moans must have alerted her, seeing how she pulls back and pulls a glass vial out of nowhere while her free hand speeds along your rod, your full load soon spurting out in thick ropes.

"Oh wow, that's a lot!" The piece of glassware Donna is using quickly overflows, white fluid filling it up and spilling out, sullying her hands.

Her reaction is to wait until you're done before carefully setting it to the side, licking her fingers clean. "What? I like cum!"

"..." You won't say anything, you suppose.

It takes Donna a while to come back after shutting herself inside your ground floor bathroom, but when she does, she seems ecstatic.

"I have no idea what that spirit in your backyard did, I don't ever want to meet it, by the way, but it really imbued your fluids with a lot of interesting qualities! This stuff could be pretty valuable to the right tradesman. Luckily for you, I know someone, so I'll be willing to buy small amounts of it anytime I pass by."

"Muh. Payment?" The question is justified, in your opinion.

"I'm already giving you a discount that's as high as I'm willing to go for your stuff. Speaking of which, you're still happy to do the trade?"

Making the transaction and bidding Donna farewell, you get back to the kitchen, finally getting to eat that breakfast. Brian is still waiting for you, patiently sitting on the kitchen table.

"That went well," you say, flipping the eggs onto your plate.

"You could say that, chuh." Getting up, Brian gives you a nod.

Time to get started on your day... maybe after you eat some more, though.

Most of the day after your exhausting night and eventful morning you spend on just messing around, practicing a few more abrupt maneuvers with your flying platforms (without being on them, naturally) around the neighbourhood and try to do a thing with sympathetic runes- putting similar enough runes onto similar enough objects to let them interact with each other.

Turns out random pebbles don't really count as 'similar enough', but hey, you've worked out... some of the runework, at least. Progress.

Aside from that, you just took the time to cook yourself a really expansive lunch and talked a bit with Brian. You're mostly waiting for the portal to the real city to open again, so you can take your time, honestly.

Now, though, now it's time to go have fun with Viridis just to tell Brian where to stick it. You are absolutely not suffering from lack of social interaction and regressing towards a simpler mindset, you're a grown man and you can work under these conditions just fine, dammit!

Viridis, unfortunately, is just kind of reclining on her stump, her tail lazily waving through the air beside her, so you leave her be for a bit, instead facing something you've honestly been kind of trying to repress until now.

The grasswolves slinking around the neighbourhood are, well... You aren't sure what to think about it, but they are your children, kind of. In an abstract manner you aren't thinking about, nor about the lightly swollen bellies you can spy on some of them.

So you'd best just... interact with them, as a group, right? And not that kind of interact, actually try to engage them and establish your own position as superior.

Just to make that... clear.

Maybe you should have stripped naked after ascertaining Viridis is up for some fun, but then again, you're here now, and so you'll just go ahead and roll with the punches.

Seeking out the largets concentration of grasswolves available, you march straight towards them. How hard can it be to wave some ice around to establish yourself as the strongest being around?

A near-cataclysmic explosion of cold winds, nearly tripping and falling onto your naked ass, some uncontrolled magic discharges, a bunch of giant bugs coming out to the surface to bump their heads into the ground in your direction and a whole bunch of grassy wolves whimpering and nuzzling your naked body with big puppy dog eyes later you realize, probably not that easy. But hey, it was their fault for trying to lick your privates from all around!

"Yes, good doggy," you deadpan at the largest of your children, proving that tummy rubs do indeed work on canines of every kind.

You should... probably go get back to Viridis, though. And hope she ignores the couple... few... dozen trees you just murdered.

It'll be fine, they'll regrow.

Viridis was, if anything, amused by your antics, just lazily gesturing with her tail for you to approach. When you did, it wrapped around your waist, its strength somehow still surprising as it lifted you up and brought you to her.

The next couple of hours you just spent held in her arms, nursing on her delicious tits and one of her hands always wrapped around your cock as she kept masturbating you, sometimes also fingering the rest of your equipment.

It was actually really nice, and you were kind of just drowsing along for a while there, your releases aimed at Viridis herself as she reclined below you or to the side, right at the ground that you noticed was sprouting a lot of grass all of a sudden. Still, you eventually had to get going again, and so you (regretfully) extracted yourself from her hold on you and got going, her pat on your butt as you did absolutely not endearing.

The portal should be open, so it's time to go see Melanie, just as soon as you've managed to put this stupid costume on.

It takes a bit to float your ice platform all the way to the place Melanie showed you she lives, but still, you make it there just fine, slowly getting back down to street level and dismounting in short order.

Moving your platform to the side so it doesn't get in the way, you take a moment to figure out where the doorbell is, but soon ring it by pressing the correct button, a melodic sound drifting out from the inside of the building you're here for.

You have to wait a couple seconds, but before long the door opens, a rushed-looking Melanie on the other side and blinking at the sight of you. "Jackie! What are you doing here? I thought..." She completes the sentence much quieter. "I thought you were busy. With your... thing."

You answer by hugging her, a surprised sound escaping the teenaged girl. "I have come to spend time with you."

"Cold," she mutters, just barely audible, before blinking as she looks down at you. "Sure, uh, come inside. I did say you're always welcome."

Following Melanie into her home, you quietly come into her room as she walks ahead, waving to the woman you see in the kitchen on the way. Once there, your host plops onto her bed, so you follow suit and fall over onto a beanbag you saw the last time you visited the only slightly messy room.

Really, yours was worse when you were her age.

"Sooo... what'cha want to talk about?" The red-eyed girl asks, looking at you a little awkwardly.

"... Mhm." You... hadn't actually thought about that, so you may as well have to-

"Mom, what are you doing?" Melanie asks in that annoyed teenager way. "I can see you at the door."

"Oh, nothing dear," the unimportant side character says, "I was just... trying to remember where I saw our guest at, I am..."

"Threat Neutralized. Defrost." Saying your detransformation phrase, you feel yourself being cold all of a sudden, and stretch in the equally sudden warmth in the room you didn't really realize was there before now.

"Oh, Jackie, right? My bad, your name just slipped my mind for a moment, would you like anything to drink? We have water, sprite, cola, maybe some hot cocoa?"

Actually, that does sound nice. "Cocoa, please," you nod at her. Turning back towards Melanie, you see she's got a hand over her face, looking away.

"Why did you just... do that? Nearly gave me a heart attack," she says, shaking her head a little. "What would you have done if mom realized something was up?"

"... She is veiled. I could parade a bunch of monsters in front of her and she'd think they were normal animals, this is peanuts," you explain... again. "Actually realizing I changed clothes and she can suddenly remember my name is way beyond what the average mundane could even conceive."

"... And why are you wearing pajamas?" Comes the tired-sounding question.

Looking down, she's right, you were wearing one of those pajamas you conjured up early on before you realized you could just sleep while transformed. "Because that's what I wore before last transforming?"

"Just... wait a second," Melanie says as she gets up, stepping towards her wardrobe, "I probably have something you can wear."

"... Are you trying to make me look like your girlfriend?" Not that you honestly care all that much either way by now, but you feel this is the kind of thing that should be cleared up. "Because imagine if your parents saw me wearing your too-big shirt."

The sound of Melanie's head hitting wood is oddly pleasing. "Just... wear this, okay? Nothing can be more indecent that you running around like that," she requests as she pulls out a hoodie that looks a little too small for her.

"Oh, I can actually just create clothes with magic," you say and unflap a little sundress-looking piece of cloth. "I might need help putting this on, though."

Melanie sighs.

"While we're on the topic of clothes, though, I have magical panties I made out of the fur of a monster I killed. They let you control shadows and make them physical and stuff," you mention, pulling the black fur out of your storage satchel and spreading it for her. "I used to wear it, but I made a new pair out of the monster whose picture I sent you, so you can have them."

Melanie sighs. Again.

It takes a bit to convince her, but before long, she is wearing her new panties and marvelling at the ability to control shadows through them, even as the rather lengthy recharge time means she needs a bit between every instance of creating little shadow constructs or making herself float by lifting her own shadow.

You, on the other hand, are dressed in an actual dress now, Melanie commenting on the very pale light brown panties you're wearing as she remembers the color from the picture you sent, and nipping on your hot cocoa.

It was actually really way too hot at first, but you got used to it easily enough. And no, you aren't super happy about it because you love sweets in this body, and anyone saying otherwise is a filthy liar.

The topic of conversation, then, once her mother was safely out of eavesdropping range (because apparently teenagers have this automatic reaction of hiding stuff from their parents) turned towards the monsters you've fought; chief amongst them the source of the panties Melanie is wearing.

Good thing you took pictures all the way. "This, is a glowwolf. They gather lightsources to channel their powers through, and the more they have, the more powerful they become. They also control shadows, that's where the umbrakinesis comes from."

"So cool," Melanie whispers, holding onto your smartphone. "And the big bugs?"

Your face twists just a little. "Eartheaters, hard shells. They live underground, use their jaws for everything and stuff. Also bugs and as such yucky."

"Mhm," your host makes, taking a sip of her own beverage. "Any other cool things you saw?"

"There's the goblins that used to live in the forest before I exterminated them. The big hobgoblin was pretty scary for a bit before I hit it with my magic," you recall. And really, the thing just went and karate movie'd over your first ice lance back then.

You're still really glad you completely murdered it with the next one, even after it got you with a hit of its own before being splattered against the cave walls, showing Melanie the pictures you took of what was left of it.

She just seems to think the massacred bodies of monsters you can show her are 'cool', for some reason.

"There's also the flesh horror in the old hospital outside of town, I never got around to killing it. Probably best to keep away from the entire area unless you want to be eaten and fucked to death," you suggest, Melanie coughing on her drink.

Whyever might that be.

Things naturally progress from there, with Melanie asking a few more (hesitant) questions about your life as a magical girl, though with advancing time the time to sleep naturally also approaches, with one just very minor hiccup on the way.

Namely, that Melanie actually takes a bath pretty much every day, her whole family doing the same, and the call to bathe is ringing through the house, her mother fulfilling what seems like an everyday ritual.

You protest when she pulls you along, of course, but...

"Don't need."

"Of course you do, hygiene is important."

"Magic, don't need."

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad, right? I know kids don't like to bathe sometimes, but you're a big girl, aren't you Jackie?"

... Melanie proved... unwilling, to listen. Hence you came to stand in the warm bathroom, wondering whether you shouldn't just run away and rough it for the night (as the portal is already closed).

"Come on, undress and get in the tub already, it's big enough for both of us," Melanie says. Indeed, her family's bathroom is actually fairly expansive, the sterile white tiles kept clean and the smell of some kind of bathing oil permeating it nicely.

Still. "... No."

"Oh come on, I-" Melanie pauses, sighing in the middle of taking off her top. "I won't come over to undress you, I would never do something like that if you don't want me to, but you really do need to to get in the bath. Please? I promise you're safe here."

Oh jeez, now she's starting to treat you like some traumatized kid. Alright, fuck it, she has to deal with the consequences. "... Fine."

Taking off the clothes you conjured earlier and properly folding them up (taking them off is much easier than putting them on), you just concentrate on doing your thing, deliberately not looking at Melanie. Only when you hear a sudden gasp it is that you stop fiddling with your socks to perk up, peering around.

"I, uh, I don't want to alarm you Jackie, but there's something between your legs."

You tilt your head. This should be fairly obvious. "... Penis."

"... Jackie, why do you have a penis? And why does it look glowy in a lot of ways like that wolf thingy whose pictures you showed me earlier?" Melanie elaborates.

Shit, what did you tell Donna again? Wait, more importantly... "Viridis," you answer, keeping it short so you don't say too much.

"... Who is Viridis, Jackie?"

"Spirit. Plantcat woman. I found her in the park and replanted her in my backyard." Keep it to the truth, keep it to the truth...

"And why would that 'spirit' give you a penis from the species of the monster you killed, Jackie?" Thank you, Melanie, for this wonderful lead-in.

"She likes playing with it, I think," you explain, the face of the naked teenager you're befuddling and bamboozling reddening even as she deliberately avoids looking at your own naked body.

"Jackie, I want you to tell me something. Does this... Viridis... touch you down there? At all?"

"A lot, every day," you confirm. "I think she likes it when I put it inside her and-"

"TMI! TMI! Just, ugh..."Her head turned towards the ground, Melanie lays a hand onto her forehead, her eyes closed. "I have no idea how to deal with this, Jackie."

"Just take it a day at a time," you proclaim your grave and deep wisdom. "It's what I do."

Shaking her head, Melanie looks at you askance, as though only really considering you for the first time. "Maybe you're right. Do you, uh, want me to..."

Splashing a hand into the water a little, you beckon her forth. "Come, come."

Melanie proceeds to carefully climb into the tub, giving you an eyeful of her whole body in the process. The bathtub itself does hold the promises of holding both of you without issue, of course, though your legs and hers do meet a couple times even as she tries to be careful about it.

"So, this Viridis... how is she... I mean, how does she..."

"Viridis is nice," you say when you get the gist of it. "Much nicer than most stuff. I like her."

"Huh." Pulling herself together even more, Melanie rests her head on her knees. "What do you think about me, then?"

"... You're nice? You talked to me," you shrug. Aside from that, you just sink deeper into the water. You kind of have the feeling that if you were still transformed, it'd be uncomfortably hot, but as it is, it's just warm.

"Mhm, let's just soak a little longer," your red-eyed host says, relaxing into the water and accidentally touching your balls with her toes. "Oh shi- Sorry."

"It's okay," you say. "I like being touched there."

"That shouldn't-" Melanie cuts herself off again with a short sigh. "Look, I don't want to tell you how to live your life, I get that there's a lot I'm not getting about how this whole magical thing works, but you really shouldn't have to... do that kind of thing. At all."

Oh? Ohhhh, she thinks you're prostituting yourself. Well, you kind of are, but you got over that a while ago. "Don't worry, I like feeling good."

Melanie pinches the bridge of her nose. "Yeah, that's... something at least. Just promise me if something or someone does anything you don't want them to, you'll run away, okay?"

"Why run when I can just freeze them solid and break them?" You ask. You get the feeling she doesn't really conceptualize just how powerful you are. "I'm really strong."

There. And with your sword, you even get rewards for breaking others.

"I see," Melanie shallowly laughs to herself a little. "Say, could you tell me more about that other magical girl I pointed you at? What exactly happened with her, after all?"

"I think it's her Puchuu," you say, Melanie frowning and obviously trying to think. "Her mascot. It's telling her to do dumb things."

"Ahh," Melanie nods in understanding. "Like your Brian?"

"Yup." You tilt your head. "I think she might be racist. Against ice. Elementist?"

You get the distinct impression if Melanie was drinking something, she'd spurt it everywhere right now. "Why do you say that?" She asks, warily.

"She called me evil as soon as she saw me," you shrug. "Then she tried to fight me, I think? I just froze her and took her home."

"Wait, how would you know where she lives?" Your host asks an actually justified question.

"Looked her up. Took me a few minutes to find out," you say, holding a hand showing two fingers in a victory sign over the water. That's what young people do, right?

Looking at you, Melanie chuckles a little. "You know, I would have expected, like, some magical compass that lead you to her home or something."

"The internet is much better." It's true, too. Realizing you've let your white hair soak for too long already, you panic for a moment, realizing you have no idea how to properly take care of long hair like this... before you remember you don't really need to as a magical girl, so you just wring it out a little.

"Hey, you should be careful with that, wouldn't want to waste how pretty your hair is," Melanie says, slowly getting up. "Want me to help with my stuff? I think I still have some of that good shampoo lying around..."

"Don't need," you explain, only for Melanie to push her fists into her waist, making her whole body jiggle most pleasingly. "Come on, remember how that argument went the last time?"

You just huff. If she wants to waste her effort, you will let her.

After far too long of a time spent having your long white hair soaped and shampoo'd and whatever girls usually do for this stuff, you finally return to Melanie's room, dressed in the same clothes as earlier even against her protests (Don't. Need!).

You take a quick look around once there, thinking a bit about just sleeping in that beanbag you sat in earlier (you like it and it's big enough for you anyways), you're interrupted by Melanie coming in after you. "You can sleep in my bed, I'll just go get the inflatable mattress for tonight."

"Nuh. Cuddle?" You offer, idly considering how convenient it is to be small enough a grown adult could technically just carry you around. Certainly enough for Melanie and you to share the bed.

"Are you sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable or give you the wrong-"

"Cuddle," you nod, climbing under Melanie's covers. Her bed actually smells nice, to your pleasant surprise, so you nudge yourself towards the wall to give her space. "Nnh."

"Ah jeez, okay. Just don't expect me to do anything weird, okay? Because I definitely won't," she says as she changes clothes, putting on her pyjamas, though seeing her in underwear kind of isn't as fun as seeing her naked earlier in the bath.

"Weirdo," you remark, expressing your extremely honed sense of humour in words, even if you can't do it with, say, facial expressions.

"I absolutely won't, okay?"

You just drowse away, a long day on your feet demanding its due. The last thing you recall is Melanie 'eep'ing a bit as you hug her, but that isn't a problem, right?

Everyone loves hugs after all, daddy...

-So that's a thing now

-It was kinda obvious from when we first met her

QM: Yup, that's pretty much it for the tutorial. You've met Jackie, got the magical panties and learned a bit about how this whole 'magical' world works.

-So that's actually pretty fucked up, objectively

-the sudden futa, or

-Yes

-So we can tell Jackie is being abused by that 'Viridis', and 'Brian' is likely manipulating her, too

-And there's the green magical girl, too, that's going insane

-I knew it was a Madoka cross all along

QM: Her knotty doggy dong is pushing at your back, by the way, she's a very cuddly sleeper

-Something this abused doesn't have the right to be this cute

-Other way around, something this cute can't be absued this badly

-I do not allow it

QM: Do note you know how to get to her home... but that's also where Viridis is, is all

-Yeah, noping straight outta that, can we somehow lure Jackie to stay with us for longer

QM: Not as you are right now, she has no real reason

-It was useful for her that we told her about the insane girl, right

-Maybe finally go out do a few more scouting actions

-finally

-why even keep going to school

-we have grades good enough parents won't care for a while

-Because some of us care about our normal life, duh

-Imean, we have the shadow panties now

-Which istill amazing, btw

-Starter equipment ftw

-Yeah, but I don't think those are reliable against anything big

-More an emergency trick to get away, like pepper spray

QM: I wouldn't suggest going monster hunting, yeah

-Fuck it, let's see if we can't get Jackie to take us on as a sidekick or something, we don't have work half the week anyways

-Prolly best bet, yeah

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I got your message, the fuck do you want

That's my fucking line, shitstain snake. The fuck you doing on my turf?

Your turf? Bitch please, we both know you got thrown into the shittiest place they could find at admin and left there. No real claim, no real protection. Suck it up.

Oh, I'm planning to. Hard.

I saw the kind of fucking harvest you're getting, you totally broke protocol and powered that girl up

You shut your shithole, I am doing everything exactly as admin wants me to. Not my fault literally everyone else is pathetic and incompetent.

Oh, and how's that lead to a fresh girl that can punch out anything in her weight class

Good diet and actually teaching her about shit. You know, being not pathetically bad at this thing

Really? That's what you're going with?

It's true until proven otherwise, bitch. Not like anyone cares about your opinion, nine-head-stare

YOU DID THAT

And you made it worse by trying to reverse it, bitch! Now why you here!

Guess why, asshole! Lotsa people are pissed for that stunt you pulled. I was gonna get at you and have you 'taken care of', but your freak girl just means I'll have to make sure you suffer more

You're free to try

Wait

Wait

Wait a sec

She's an experiment, isn't she

No idea what you're talking about.

Fuck my life, she is

You have any idea how deep you're in the shit now

You can't prove jack shit

I will when the others catch wind of this

Good luck on that, coiled shitstain

I made sure they'd have enough to deal with

Please, the fuck can you even do

Open my vaults

Those were dismantled

The OTHER vaults

Fuck you

Fuck you and your bullshit

Hope you're looking forwards to have nine penises tied into a knot again

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Slowly drifting back out of the land of dreams, half-remembered memories and voices still reverberating through your mind, you realize you aren't in your room.

And not your new room, either, under the roof of your base in the Still City...

Right, you went and slept over at someone else's place, just like back then... who was it again? Melanie, you're sleeping in Melanie's bed.

Huh. Then that makes the girl you're cuddling into Melanie, doesn't it?

A cough catches your attention. "Hey, Jackie," Melanie asks with forced cheer, looking backwards at you but avoiding eye contact, "what a wonderful morning and no inhuman boner, isn't it?"

Oh, you've got morning wood. And are rubbing it against her ass. That may be awkward, but really, you've come this far, a bit of awkward isn't going to stop you.

Pulling away, you nod. "Don't worry, Viridis will take care of it." You spend the next couple of seconds trying to wrangle your erection, simple issues of space making your crotch logistics a huge bother.

"... Do you always go to Viridis when you're... like that?" Melanie asks, making you pause.

"I do," you agree. "She's always near my home, so it's convenient."

The girl lying next to you takes a few deep breaths, turning around a little to lie on her back. "I..." She shakes her head. "I don't want you to do that, but I can't really stop you, can I?"

You refrain from nodding, she seems to know the answer well enough already.

"So instead, would you mind if I just... did it myself? So you don't have to go to her," she continues. "I haven't really ever done this kind of thing with something like that, but this is convenient, isn't it?"

"... Mhm," you say. In lieu of a more complete answer, you lean back as well, pushing your pyjama bottoms down and wiggling a little to get them over your erection, the slab of meat making the whole thing harder than it really has to be.

Once you're done and the tapered length is standing vertically upwards, stretching into the morning air with the kind of energy only morning wood can before coffee has been imbibed, Melanie looks down at it, avoiding looking at your face, "It's really big, isn't it? And kinda weird, with the whole doggy look."

"... Mhm," you agree. In response, she stretches a hand downwards, feeling your rod with careful fingers.

"Really hard and pulsating, too. Is that your heartbeat?" Melanie asks, slowly pumping and observing your black dick. "The glowly parts are kind of cute, though... not that I have much to compare it to, though," she chuckles, a second hand joining to fondle your balls, a thumb rubbing your knot.

This pleases you.

"One sec, actually," she says, bringing the first hand back up and... smelling on it? "Mhm, I like the scent," she defends at your look, finally looking at you again, before spitting into her palm, rubbing her saliva around a little to return to your dick, now lubricated.

"Little trick, always works better when wet for any sex stuff," she 'teaches' you, her slim arms busy at work moving and shifting around as she touches your rod all over. "Huh, you look really cute like that."

Your mouth is definitely not open to let out short, shallow breaths, and neither do your eyes have trouble focusing.

Clearly paying attention, Melanie thumbs your tip a bit, rubbing it for a moment before drawing her wet hand down, all the way until her fingers part for your knot, grasping the inflated base of your cock tight and massaging it in a way that has you gasping in a very masculine way, the red-eyed teenager smiling and shifting her hands.

Instead of fondling your balls, one is now busy only at the knot, the other drawing rapid strokes along your length, your hands clawing into the sheets as she slowly brings you closer to the edge.

The first load of your day always comes fastest.

"Gonna," you gasp out, Melanie understanding what you mean easily enough. Nodding, she speeds up, eyes roaming your body as your knot swells up, a pulse of fluid pumping through your cock in short order.

Her reaction is to pluck a paper tissue from nearby, holding it over you as the first spurt of semen leaves your rod, catching the thick stuff and smiling at you... only to be surprised when you don't exactly stop coming.

A dozen now very sticky tissues later, a solution only possible thanks to Melanie's quick reaction times, you're all done, erection just slightly wilting.

You're actually closing your eyes and concentrating to keep it from going full mast straight away again.

"It's... not going down?" Melanie asks, confused.

"That takes a lot longer," you explain. "The first one always just makes it go softer. What's for breakfast?"

"Oh, uh, probably toast and eggs, maybe bacon if we have any in the fridge," she answers.

"Mhm. Hungry."

Breakfast with Melanie's family is just a little awkward, even as her parents are nice enough, just asking you a couple questions you can answer without saying much easily enough.

Melanie shares your careful approach to the truth, and before long everyone involved has to head out, she for school, her father for work and you for the portal, should you choose to get back to your home base immediately.

Of course, the adults in the room think you're heading out for school, but who ever cared about their opinions?

"Threat Detected. None shall escape."

Coming back home is easy enough, your mental map of your surroundings complete enough you can just head straight over to your portal and pop right through it. Once home, or 'home', at any rate, you don't take long to find Brian, the magical mascot sitting on the kitchen desk as usual and idly swishing his tail around.

"Chuuh, it's unusual for you to spend the night elsewhere," he chirps at you, never once stopping the movement of his tail.

"I slept over at a friend's place," you explain, opening the fridge to get yourself some nice and cold coke. "I usually stay here overnight because it's more convenient with Viridis, is all."

"Chuh," Brian makes in response. "Just make sure to tell me in the future just in case I need chuh to take something I can't give you on the sly."

"..." You eye Brian. "Have you been experimenting on me?"

"Of course I have, puchuuh. It's where your additional body parts came from."

"I mean without my explicit, conscious and freely given permission," you clarify.

"No comment, chuh." Suddenly, you feel the overwhelming urge to figure out how to murder a Puchuu, but the thought passes and you decide to just look into finding better ways to lock your room at some point.

Instead, you decide to do something productive. "So, that trader that came by. Donna. The elf, or whatever pointy-eared things are called. Is that... normal?"

"Chuuh, you're going to have elaborate what part you-"

"Are elves a thing?" You deadpan, taking another sip from your bottle.

"They are, chuh. Kind of a side evolution with the same ancestors as humanity at large, chuuh, which is why they are often seen as a subspecies. Just magical, chuh, and thus veiled. Many of them have some amount of talent in one or more kinds of magic, and entire 'hidden' villages of them exist, puchuh."

"I see," you answer. "Any other 'subspecies' like that?"

"Chuh, technically, many monster races are part human. Far from all, of course, chuuh, but they do surface every now and then. In the first place, the distinction between monsters and magical creatures is a very arbitrary one, chuuh, that..." You give Brian a deadpan look. "Dwarves and beastpeople exist, chuh, and are often as amicable as anyone else, puchuh."

"Mhm," you make, getting back to draining your sweet, sweet soft drink. "I'll go and practice with magic again. Maybe work on a rune project I'm thinking about," you announce, getting up from where you sat down midway through the conversation.

"Chuuh, make sure to tell me if I can help, chuh. Runes are a fascinating topic of study, though often considered as too weak to bother with by any reasonable standard, so if you-" You just go away, having had enough Brian for one morning.

Playing around with your ice platforms, you finally figure out what you've been doing wrong all this time; you have control over their movement, but you kept on exerting it from all directions instead of just using it as a unidirectional force. You won't say this was a wasted morning, but you do wonder exactly why you didn't figure this out earlier.

Beyond that, most of what you did was sitting down down in Brian's lab, actually getting some advice and help from him when you aren't using the devices in there. Turns out splitting a few pebbles works just fine to let you etch sympathetic runes into both halves, the more evenly and identical the divided pieces are, the better, and before long you move on from prototypes to actual workmanship, using several small pebbles you can fit into a bracelet of sorts to provide their effects.

Simply put, for a normal person, this thing looks like a simple friendship armband with one differently colored stone embedded inside, but for someone with the ability to peer past the veil, the one stone that is closest towards the other bracelet, or rather, its counterpart stone half in it, is of a different color than all the rest.

You don't think this will work across dimensions, which is kind of a bother to say the least, but the other feature, the one to let the counterpart bracelet lit up the moment the right ring of stones is pressed down on, should. If you get Brian's explanations about the theory behind what you're doing right, which is a 50/50 bet either way, but still, this might actually be useful at some point.

Sure, it also took you all day to get this far, because sympathetic runes are seriously fiddly, but hey- now you know.

When you come to find Viridis for the day, acutely aware that it is the last day you 'owe' her for your initial agreement, you once again find she is simply waiting for you without anything in particular out of the usual. No monsters she's 'playing' with, no plant abominations wriggling through the ground (in your backyard, anyways), just a catplant dryad spirit thingy smiling as you approach.

"You're here," she purrs, stalking towards you on her green feet. "Today is a special day, you know that?"

You just look at her, naked as the day you were turned into a magical girl.

"Today you're proving you can hold to your word," she continues, steadily coming closer. "And that means you've earned the right to do something special. You, my little stud, are going to breed me, and our children will become a new growth to spread. Aren't you happy?"

She licks her lips. "Because I am."

The obvious thing to do is obvious, and so you approach Viridis in turn, stretching out a hand to grab at her. The spirit, however, takes a step forwards, the soft and grabbable booty escaping your grasping hand by a hair's breadth.

"Ah, ah, ah, you haven't earned that quite yet," the spirit grins at you, turning around just enough you can see her chest fully. "If you want to breed me? Catch me."

With that, she's off, for the first time actually using her own physical speed to move around with any swiftness. Within moments, her long, slender and yet muscled legs have brought her to the edge of your backyard, the former fence fully replaced by vegetation by this point. "Or could it be you're too slow~?"

All you can think about is getting to Viridis and filling her up until she swells up to enormous size, a heady scent filling your nose even as most rational thought leaves your mind.

You rush after her through the undergrowth in moments.

Viridis, it seems, is always keeping ahead of you, staying within sight by just the barest of margins as she races through the green of the forest, just the occasional flash of white or little bits of laughter showing you the way. You do your best, of course, brushing past trees and jumping over obstacles where you don't just go around them, but it takes a while, requiring hard work, concentration and no small amount of quick thinking to make any headway.

When you first get a glimpse of Viridis in full again, the sight in itself would have been enough to get you almost painfully erect, the nubile, sexy plantcatwoman posing for you bent over a thick tree branch, spreading her pussy lips for you with a smoldering look backwards, but by the time you arrive, she's gone, the bobbing foliage the only trace of her passing.

In your frustration, you freeze over the entire tree in an instinctive emanation of magic, simply smashing past everything in the way to get to Viridis. It doesn't take long before you repeat the same act, any plants that take too long to get out of your way frozen to a quick death as punishment until the forest learns better.

Some of them are faster learners than others, the fact that otherwise inanimate plants are bending out of your way completely lost on you as you finally gain on Viridis, having looped around a couple buildings still intact in the rampantly growing forest to jump at her in a sudden motion the moment she slows to change directions.

Landing on her back, you feel Viridis goes to the ground rather voluntarily, but nevertheless to move down on her. "Oh my, I've been caught by the wild beast," she grins, shaking her ass at you. "Whatever shall I do?"

"Get bred," you grunt in an extremely manly fashion, angling your dick to be thrust into her wet folds without a second's notice, bluntly beginning to pump your entire length into her as rapidly as you can.

"That's right," Viridis whispers, pushing back against you, "you're my strong little stud and you breed. And you won't stop, will you? You'll keep on breeding me again and again until I'm round with child and you'll still breed me anyways. And I'm not the only one, am I?"

Breathing heavily, you wordlessly agree, pushing yourself into Viridis' insides as fast and as hard as you can, her tight hot pussy intoxicating in how badly you have to fill it up. It feels good, this- dominating, breeding, filling her up.

It feels good.

You continue rutting into your mate like this, your canine length driven into her more often than you could possibly count, until you feel yourself swelling, your uncoordinated thrusting being replaced by frenzied attempts to push your knot into the confines of the fertile female you're breeding.

With a groan, you succeed. "Breed..."

"Yeeess... Breed me, sweetie, fill me up..."

Unable to do otherwise even if you wanted, you pump spurt after spurt of your batter inside Viridis, your tip scratching against her womb as though to proclaim where the stuff is supposed to go.

In the sudden rush of weakness after your climax, you almost miss the moment Viridis tenses up, beginning to push you away. Stumbling to your feet as your half-inflated knot is torn from her insides, you crush the earth in your grasp as your mate throws you a kiss and giggles... only to disappear in the bushes again.

The chase is on, but you have a trail to follow this time.

The chase repeats again and again, you coming after Viridis any time you aren't rutting into her, in any and every position you can imagine and then some, the horny catplant being bred from behind, from the front, standing or on the ground, hugging onto you with her warm hands or just dragging you onwards with her long, sinuous tail.

Whenever you begin to flag, your legs too tired to move, your arms too exhausted to keep her in place, Viridis feeds you her milk, the red-ish fluid tasting even sweeter than usual to your tongue, and strength returns into you, more than enough to keep on breeding.

That said, all animalistic instinct aside, you can't help but feel proud when you actually see Viridis' belly swell, a clear baby bump making itself known, though you certainly don't stop pumping her full of your seed, groping her rear and claiming her womb for yourself.

You have no idea just how often you came inside her, or how much time passed, but eventually, even the potent aphrodisiacs coursing through your veins unable to keep you going after the literal marathon you just ran.

"Mhm..." A murmuring Viridis makes, her legs wrapped around your hip to keep you pressed into her hot depths, your erection never actually going down. "Sleep. You did good."

Closing your eyes after however long you just kept them open, you wordlessly sink into the depths of slumber, caught inside Viridis' arms.

She's patting your head. It feels nice.

However Melanie had expected spending her lunch time researching local ghost stories to go, she hadn't exactly expected... this. This much of a return once she asked a couple of her friends.

She'd taken notes, of course, while doing so, but even so she had a full piece of paper of possible leads to go through. The school was apparently full of scary little stories once she actually took a moment to listen out for them, even if she was most likely going to be crossing out most of these in short order.

The way she understood it, this 'veil' made it so even actual monsters and magical happenings would be justified for others somehow, but she had no idea how to differentiate the real ones from the ones that'd actually been someone's imagination at some point and just been talked up from there. So investigating she went.

The easy ones she took care of first, of course; and no, there really wasn't anything to be found behind the gym, that had just been lovesick teenagers muttering or talking to themselves that people had heard through the locker rooms' windows.

On the other hand, those mirrors in the hallways? Melanie had taken a closer look at them, and it turned out she actually needed to, because some magical things just weren't obvious on first glance. As her brand-new shortcut between the first floor and the third could attest to. The mirrors were actually... linked, somehow, showing the reflection of the other one instead of their own, and she could simply step through and finally get to the cafeteria quickly enough to find a seat for lunch break.

So worth it.

In less great news, she had also found no less than three possibly dangerous abnormalities around the school by the time she had to go to her job, such as the real reason nobody used the fourth floor's bathroom and why the janitors just kept on disappearing every couple of years.

Or she thought, at least. That water was not natural; no puddles should ever vibrate and slowly ooze towards her when they saw her coming into the room, and she knew the puddle saw her.

It was also way too deep for something pretending to cover the ground only, and everyone knew deep water was dangerous, so there!

The other stuff had been equally potentially dangerous, though the scissors that could cut through solid stone like through a single layer of paper may just come in handy down the line no matter how weirdly they tended to glow, and she was pretty sure she should ask Jackie about that weird glowing ball that sometimes appeared in some hallways, but otherwise her day had been surprisingly fine.

With that, Melanie got on the bus and right towards the music store. Her part-time job with some time to herself to listen to whatever caught her fancy was exactly what she needed at that moment!

Melanie regretted everything, but especially bringing up the topic of 'weird little inexplicable things' customers could think of. All this stuff was going to be a nightmare to verify...

How was she supposed to check out the park at night? Even without any possible magicalness, that kind of thing was dangerous for a lone girl her age!

Waking up with your cock buried in a wet, hot snatch is never going to get old, you think, but even so you need to actually open your eyes, your vague and confused thoughts enough to guide you into doing that much, at least.

The first thing you notice, when you feel your way around, is that Viridis' skin is really way too smooth, your fingers meeting the supple, green and white surface with a certain sense of appreciation for the sheer feel of it.

The next thing you know, you're being nursed, more of her sap entering your mouth as it trickles forth from her perky tits. "There, there, don't worry, I have enough for you and our child."

That's right, you bred Viridis. Knocked her up. Did the shotgun wedding setup. Not that it's anything really new- you went through a bunch of pregnancies sped through by her and kept on pumping your spooge into her as well- but somehow, this one seems a little more... significant.

The fact you can feel an only slighty pregnant belly confirms that.

On another note, man, Viridis' milk is absolutely great. Energizing, rejuvenating, even, the stuff is better than coffee at getting you to wake up, and it's even sweet, which means your current body doesn't reject it on a cellular level as soon as it comes near your mouth.

A hand gently patting your butt, Viridis' amused voice sounds somewhere above you. "You can let go now, if you want..."

"Mhm," you hum into her breast, staying where you are for a little while longer. You want to enjoy the moment, dammit.

Eventually, you do have to get going, but not before making sure to express some emotions, the kind of which you just can't ever seem to convey wordlessly nowadays. Thus, while you continue drinking from Viridis, having changed breasts midway through even though you don't think she'll ever run out of her milk, you soon actually let up, crawling up along her body to find her face and do something you have never done before.

Disregarding your dick pressing against her taut belly, you give Viridis a kiss, right on the corner of her mouth. The spirit smiles, rubbing her cheek against your head before shifting, sitting up from where she's lying inside the ground and moving you onto her lap, she gives you a brief hug before letting you go. "Go on, I'm sure you have lots of mortal things to do."

You hesitate, though. "... Child. Name?" Look, kid names are important.

The mother just smiles again, though, shaking her head. "Another mortal concept, again. She will choose her own name if she feels the need to in due time."

Mhm. "She?"

"Yes, we're going to have a daughter. I can feel it. And you are going to be a good stud and breed her too, right?"

"Breed," you agree before thinking about it. But then again, why not? She would be your daughter, sure, but that's no reason not to have sex with her.

On the contrary, even.

...

Anyways, you have work to do, even if you doubt you have much of a morning left by this point.

"Brian," you announce, sitting down at the kitchen table, taking a moment before cooking lunch for once. "Are there still exactly three threats in the city?"

"Chuuh, got it in one," Brian agrees, hopping onto the table as he comes from nowhere. Note to self, it is possible to summon him from anywhere inside the house by calling his name. "You already know about one of them. Or still do, chuh."

"Flesh Horror," you nod. "No problem. The others?"

"One's just a magical signature my sensors picked up to the south side of the city, puchuh, so expect something strong enough to trip them, chuuh," Brian says, starting to walk in circles. "No exact location, but it seems to be keeping its head down, whatever it is. So it's either semi-passive in nature or otherwise smart enough to scope out the situation before acting."

"Annoying," you remark, not really looking forwards to having to search half the city with your magic eyes on to find this thing. "The other?"

"Well, you may want to pack a swimsuit, chuh, it's at the coast. Or in the coast, rather. Several reports of suspicious deaths or disappearances in beachgoers, swimmers especially. Definitely worth checking out."

Inside your pocket, you suddenly feel the weight of the little trinket you bought from that wandering elf Donna, the piece of lacquered wood with several colorful fish scales on it. Just rub it and breath underwater, she told you.

Taking it out, you wonder; is it chance that you happen to have this thing on hand? Did fate bring you to buy, or is this aquatic threat showing up because you have a way to actually fight it?

Showing it to Brian, you tilt your head. "... Likelihood of this being chance?"

"Chuh, luck is a measureable thing and fate is explicitly behind half the weird chuh that happens. Happenstance is what you call it when you don't have all the facts," the mascot proclaims.

"... Mhm." Okay, but if you take that to be true, then... "Narrative?"

"Narrative logic is how I have heard it being described, yes, chuh. You as a magical girl could be described as a walking talking plot device, in fact, puchuh."

With your whole schedule a bit shifted, you have ample time to eat lunch, some rice you cooked up and threw a bunch of seasoning you took from the surrounding buildings and some chicken breast you found in one of them, before the portal opens, kind of a necessity for the next step on your daily schedule made up on the spot in the morning.

You actually kind of like being so spontaneous for a change again. Just like before.

Anyways, it doesn't take long for you to return to Melanie's place, checking up on your phone while you're at it... and finding she's bombarded you with texts on that message app thingy.

Scrolling through them, apparently Melanie has been snooping around for anything interesting, talking to people and personally looking at all manner of abnormalities she could find out about, going so far as to take pictures of a few with her own phone to send them to you.

You are almost touched she is taking after you so quickly.

Idly looking at what she sent you about her super cool awesome new scissors she is apparently super proud of, you knock on the door, only belatedly realizing you should probably just use the doorbell.

Ringing it, it is Melanie's mother that opens the door, after all. "Oh, my, you're... Jackie, right?" You didn't miss that moment of confusion and unfocused eyes. Knowing what to look for, it's actually pretty easy to see, especially if you expect it. "Would you like me to call Melanie?"

"Yes, please," you say, somewhat awkwardly shuffling so that the sword sheathed at your back isn't quite as visible, regardless of people only looking at it once or twice and then simply rationalizing it away moments later.

"Just a moment, sweetie. MELANIE?!" The woman certainly has some serious lungs on her.

"WHAT IS IT, MOM?"

"YOU HAVE A GUEST!"

"COMING!"

Well, at least you aren't kept waiting for long.

"Hey Jackie," the slightly breathless teenager greets you, the traces of magic in and around her eyes visible to you. "How's it going?"

Putting an arm inside your little satchel, you withdraw a little bracelet, very very similar to the one you are currently wearing yourself. "... Wear this. Always. Never take it off. Ever."

"Uhh, suuure? What's it do?" Melanie asks, taking the item but just eyeing it for a bit instead of doing as she's told.

"Tracker," you explain, raising the arm wearing the matching one. "Always point at each other. Press here," you demonstrate, letting a red light shine from one of them, not so bright as to be piercing, but bright enough to be noticeable, "for alarm. Use when you're in danger."

"Wait a sec," Melanie blinks, "if this is a tracker, wouldn't that always let you know where I am?"

"Only in the same dimension. Wear."

"But-"

"Wear."

Once more, your glib tongue and dry wit win you the day, Melanie realizing she won't get anywhere until she wears the stupid bracelet. "Remember, never take it off. If you do, keep it nearby. Can't come save you otherwise."

It takes her a moment to process this, but when she does, she laughs stupidly, rubbing the back of her head. "Jeez, you don't have to be that worried, okay? I'll be fine, but thank you for this anyways," she says, waving her arm around. "I'll keep it on me."

"Un," you nod. "Come. School."

"Wait what?"

"Have to scout it out."

"Jackie, we can't break into my school to take a look around, we-" You grab her hand, slowly beginning to drag her off.

"Now. Tell your parents you're going out."

"Jackie, what're you doing? Oh, uh, mom, I'm going out with Jackie for a bit, be back later!"

The flight to Melanie's school takes a bit, mostly owed to the fact she started screaming for her life when you accelerated to any appreciable speed (she told you she's afraid of heights as she clung to you), so you instead took the time to question her about what she can tell you ahead of time.

Apparently she found a lot of stuff at school once she stopped pretending the things she saw didn't exist, and is now the proud owner of a pair of scissors that are clearly and obviously magical, even without your enhanced senses, a light glow coming from it as soon as she takes it out of her pocket and demonstrates by effortlessly cutting through the thin pane of ice you're both floating on, a corner of it soon wandering into her pocket.

She's apparently taken to trying her scissors out on any new material she sees just to see if she can find something they don't cut through easily, with nothing withstanding them so far, and taking little trophies in pieces of stone and metal for her collection.

You just pointed out that the ice would just melt in her pocket, then. The dismayed look of shock on her face when she realized she was feeling the wet sensation of water creeping through her clothes was highly amusing.

Anyways, most of the things she found weren't that useful or mobile; a pair of linked mirrors of some sort, a mysterious ball of ballness that shows up later into the day, a puddle that is supposedly alive in some way, rumours about the faculty room, those kinds of things. Melanie has more clues and stories to follow up on throughout the city of McNowheretown, but you're kind of trying to concentrate on the school for the time being.

Magical girls are plot devices. Most of them are in school all day. QED, under the premise of narrative logic, it would make sense for a lot of magical stuff to happen at school. And the less likely that stuff is to get your Melanie killed, the better.

Hence, it's about time you went and showed that school who's boss and who it really doesn't want to piss off. It may take a while, but if you aimed for crucial supporting parts, you could totally tear down a building via repeated application of pointy ice breaking stuff.

WIth your ice platforms, you can simply and easily hover over the school's wall, floating in front of it.

"So, uh, what now?" Melanie asks.

Steering the both of you towards the roof, you endure Melanie once again clinging to you with both arms, stoically flying the heroic trajectory over the high fence meant to keep the kids from falling to their deaths or at least breaking a couple of bones and land, nudging your passenger.

"You can open your eyes. We've landed."

Doing as she's told, Melanie shudders one last time. "I'm so sorry, Jackie, but I'm just really, really not good with heights."

"It's okay." And really, it is. You don't like bugs, Melanie does not like heights... people are really just piles of weaknesses trying to keep from falling apart by avoiding what they can't deal with.

It's completely normal.

Anyways, approaching the roof access, really just a small box of concrete or whatever they used in construction, you focus on the door leading to the stairs that should allow you to get into the school itself, predictably locked tight.

A moment of concentration and a bit of mana later, you hear a loud crack followed by you giving the door a good pull... and a good push, figuring out the secret underlying mechanism and breaking the lock.

Fun fact, suddenly making ice appear in a severaly limited space is a good recipe for breaking stuff, even if your basic ability to do so isn't particularly strong... but combine that with the strength of an adult male giving the suddenly slightly shrinking metal (due to the cold, duh) and most cheaper locks are just begging to be broken.

"Wait, what did you just do? Did you just break the lock?!" Melanie comes after you, looking in mild disbelief and what's going on.

"Mhm. Veil," you explain. Not like a bunch of normies are ever really going to get what's going on.

Heading right inside, you soon emerge into the top floor of the school, taking a look around. "Ah, over there is one of the mirrors," Melanie whispers, gesturing down the stairs. "Just have to..."

Watching her tiptoe down one step at a time, you give her an unimpressed look... before dropping down on your side and rolling down the stairs, loudly bumping into things and landing on your side before the mirror, quickly getting up.

"What are you doing?" Melanie hisses, standing as still as she can. "What if you hurt yourself? Or if somebody saw you?"

"Too slow," you accuse her. "Magical girl, nobody there."

And with that, you turn towards the mirror.

The linked mirrors, as you shall refer to them henceforth, appear to be intrinsically magical, with no runes or other outwards signs of alteration.

To your magical sight, the mirror you are looking at is lit up, but weirdly; in the space that it should occupy, you are seeing the same signature, just twice. Clearly, whatever the linked mirrors are, they work by being in two place at once, overlapping each other.

You tried them out by stretching a hand through and, when it went right through the mirror and didn't suddenly get cut off, you do the same with a leg, slowly trusting it not to decapitate, immolate, electrocute, crush or otherwise unduly influence you.

"I told you it was safe, didn't I?" Melanie asks, having watched as you were working your way through your procedure. "Also, should you really stick a hand through if you aren't sure?"

"It's fine, I can regrow. Had to check if it's different for me." Explanations done, magical girls are distinctly different from normal humans, after all, you take a deep breath and jump right through, ready to defend yourself, have to save Melanie or be trapped in a hellish void forever, only to come out in another hallway, doors visible all around in the exact same school you started out in.

Following after you through the mirrors, Melanie tilts her head, chewing on some bubblegum she threw in earlier. "What did you mean by 'you regrow'?"

You tilt your head as well. "I do. I just regenerate stuff. Don't you?"

Because hey, technically, everyone heals from injuries. You just do it harder and magically enforcedly so.

"Next. Puddle?" You masterfully steer the conversation away from your powers and possible weaknesses of them.

"Oh, uh, do we really have to? It's been in that bathroom since forever and it doesn't hurt anyone, so let's just-"

"Puddle. Now."

Triumphantly, you follow your dejected guide.

Watching the hole you can clearly see in reality with a watchful eye, you consider the rate at which it is moving, slowly creeping closer towards yourself. Melanie, having already seen it, just covers her eyes, letting out a shuddering breath.

"Oh, I just hate this thing. It looks so deep and... and it's smart!"

Tilting your head, you look down into seemingly and possibly literally infinite depths, kept from you by a thin veneer of fluid. A puddle that's not really a puddle, capable of reacting to people nearby it.

... This thing may actually be dangerous, if it wasn't for the fact that it moves at a literal snail's pace and is just barely wide enough to fit a grown human inside.

Alright, time to approach this in a calm, directed and scientific fashion. What would Brian do in this situation?

First things first, record the subject.Taking your smartphone, you begin to take pictures of the small puddle as it creeps along, leaving completely normal and undamaged floor behind where it was just moments prior despite the clear void visible through it.

Note to self, magic is pretty weird.

Next, once you have enough evidence and footage collated, you have to establish a few facts. First off, can it be transported from its current location?

Searching through your magical satchel, you rummage until you find what you were looking for; the cardboard of a rather large package, soon opened and in position right before the target of your investigation.

"What... what are you doing?" Melanie asks, blinking in disbelief.

"I am laying a trap," you explain the obvious.

At first, it seems your plan might be successfull. The 'puddle' moves onwards, right towards it, but in the last moment, instead of going inside, it just slips under your transportation device, continuing its course without to much as slowing down.

A bit later, as you watch on, the box falls through it, simply being drawn through the void and drifting deep, deep down, never to be seen again.

"Mhm."

"What? What do you mean? What were you trying to achieve?"

"Mhm."

Clearly, another approach is required. At the very least, you did manage to get a good look at the clearly unnatural oscillations in the 'puddle' as it swallowed the cardboard, so maybe it reacts to outside stimuli in other manners, too?

Well, one easy thing to test, and if it works, great. Standing up from where you were crouching down, stretch out a hand, index finger pointing straight at the hole in reality. "Stay."

It quivers, but after slowing down, returns to what it was doing, creeping towards you. "Stay."

"Uh, Jackie?" Not now, Melanie, you're concentrating.

Snapping your fingers, you point again, at the middle of the room where this thing was when you first opened the door. "Stay."

This time it slows down again, so you snap your fingers another time, continuing to point. The puddle stays in place for a moment... and starts moving backwards, returning whence it came.

Huh. It actually worked.

"And this is how you deal with that," you conclude, turning around to see Melanie's gobsmacked expression. "Remember and learn."

"No, really, what?"

"Mhm." Leading Melanie back up all the stairs, you consequently ignore her questions as to what exactly you just did. "Roof."

"No, really, how does that work? That is a hole. A puddle hole you can fall into." You aren't going to say otherwise, Melanie is, after all, right.

"Magic," you explain everything there is to be explained. "Evening."

Following after you as you swing the destroyed door to the roof open, Melanie looks up into the sky. "... Yeah, it has gotten pretty late, hasn't it?"

"Mhm. Sleep with you again today?" At her shocked and concerned look, you elaborate. "There's a monster at the beach, it's been taking people. Can't investigate it without a place to sleep afterwards, and the portal home closes soon."

Sighing, Melanie nods, putting a hand on your head. "Sure thing, Jackie. Just, uh, if you aren't coming with me right away, my parents might ask questions if you ring the doorbell in the middle of the night, so uh..."

"Leave a window open," you suggest, nodding. "Just investigating today, shouldn't be anything bad."

"Okay, Jackie. As I said, you can sleep over anytime. Now, what do you say we-" Melanie is cut off by the suddenly appearing thin ice platform, hovering just a foot or two above the roof. "... right. That. Do we have to?"

You stare at her.

"I HATE FLYING!" Clinging tightly onto you, Melanie's sitting form is pulling you into her lap by simple virtue of her bear hug.

"Muuh." She really should get over it. This is much faster than walking.

The beach is a longer flight away from Melanie's home, requiring you to speed over quite a few roofs on your way towards the coastline. Randomtown City did never have any large amounts of shipping industry, from what you understand, its docks quite small for a city of its size simply due to its location making it unattractive for that kind of thing.

It still does have docks, of course, because a small amount of marine traffic is always to be expected, but those are more towards the north end of town, where a medium-sized container yard and a bunch of warehouses make for the rest of the whole logistics stuff required to move wares around.

The same warehouses also stretch into a bigger district, in fact, where those eartheaters you exterminated also dug their lair.

Anyways, that isn't where you're going today. Instead, you're looking to go the opposite direction, where most of the coastline has been turned into a sandy beach for both locals and tourists to enjoy the sun, the sea and just generally be there and hopefully spend money in the case of the latter.

Once you finally arrive, amidst beach umbrellas and loungers, with most beachgoers already having long left on account of it being technically kind of night, you first take a good long look around, trying to determine what exactly you might be dealing with. While you don't want to presume, the little information available to you suggests whatever it is is nabbing people swimming further out in the ocean, or maybe operating from stealth to ensure it isn't seen, as otherwise the mundane news would have mentioned animal attacks or crazed...

Is that a footprint in the sand? With traces of something long and heavy being dragged behind it. Looks like you got lucky, after all.

Floating around the beach again with this new insight, you see several more traces like that left in the sand, meaning whatever it is, it's probably around quite often. Exploring around a little, you soon manage to find what you're looking for; a small building propped up on those little wooden pillars you sometimes see in beachside houses is hidden in a seperate little part of the beach, rocks and seclusion keeping the wider public from stumbling upon it.

Though calling it a small building is somewhat incorrect; while its design suggests it has just a couple of rooms inside, the structure itself is fairly large, clearly meant to house someone of abnormally great height and/or bulk, so chances are you're at the right address.

Well, that and the... Person? Standing nearby it. "'Ey! What'cha doing flying in my airspace over there, huh?"

A large humanoid woman, with pale blue and obviously aquatic skin, a long tail reminding you of a mix between a dolphin, a fish and a sea snake of some sort, covered in the kinds of scars you'd expect an animal regularly fighting other animals would sport and wearing clothes that would work to let her swim underwater for extended periods of time without slowing her down.

"This is kind of a private beach, y'know?"

Well, it looks like conversing with her is possible, then. First, though, you need to verify her claims. "... Proof?"

"There's a sign over there, what more d'ya want?" With her pointing towards the direction of the public beach, you can vaguely make out the small sign standing askew. You'll just have to trust her word on what's written on it.

"Mhm. You live here?" You ask, attempting to gain more information on this situation.

"Yeah, bet'cha I do. Been here pretty much as long as I can think back, which is a long time, girlie. Now, fuck're you doing here?" The aquatic person asks, shifting her stance to be less aggressive now that you've proven to talk instead of attack, a smile showcasing her sharp teeth just as before.

"... Investigating disappearances," you elaborate on your purpose. "Recent, at the beach. Not you?"

"Feck no, the heck you think I'm doing on my beach?" The woman exclaims, huffing a breath of air. "Been lifeguarding this patch of beach for longer than it was a tourist trap and there ain't no one drowned while I was on watch, ever. Most I do is keep any humies that strike my fancy for a day or two."

At your look, she just laughs. "Hahaha! What, I just like ta play with 'em! Not like I gotta eat them, there's enough shit in the water for me to chew an' keep from mucking about near the swimmers."

"... Reported deaths," you remind her.

"Yeah, I prolly know what caused 'em," the shark person says with a shrug. "Big, ugly fucker, obviously monstah, three heads an' shit. Bolts anytime I'm 'round, most things smart 'nough to know what happens when I catch any fuckers on my turf do, but the lil' shit keeps coming 'round soon as I'm on land for a while. Real bother, that one. Also, call me Nessie 'n case you were wondering."

"... Jackie," you give back. "Anything else?"

"Well, the coral reefs nearby are pretty weird, may have sumthin' to do with this guy," she shrugs. "Ain't like I care 'bout it beyond where it hides so I can take mah pound a' flesh one a' these days."

"... I see." Clearly, 'Nessie' has been keeping the beach free of monsters until now, when this new creature showed up and started disappearing people... though you don't exactly trust her to be entirely honest about not actually hurting the people she kidnaps for a while. Then again, so long as she keeps it down, not like you care about a couple missing people.

In all honestly, she's probably been doing a pretty good job, so... "... Thank you for your service," you say, commending her being very good at what she does.

Good work deserves to be appreciated, after all. Also, compliments make people pliable and more likely to cooperate. Also, more rapists around is always good, just to cover your own tracks, eventually.

"Hahahah, not like I do it fer any great reasons beyond keepin' the nice bait around for me to eat more!" Nessie laughs, her slim swimmer's build showing off her musculature in doing so. "Lotsa things in tha water love ta get a little taste, y'see."

"Mhm," you agree. And yes, it does make sense- Nessie is essentially symbiotic with the common beachgoer, keeping them alive and not dying to monsters and whatever else so she has more monsters to eat. An imaginable relationship between a prey animal and the predator of their predator, actually. "New monster. Where?"

"Mhmm, out in that direction is where the weird corals are, with weird little things 'round them, too. Wouldn't recommend ya goin' out there yerself, though, wouldn't be more than an appetizer for tha' thing, hah!"

"Help you. Slow it down?" You suggest.

Nessie chuckles a little, looking at you. "Sure, if'n ye can do it, I'd take a bite outta the fuck. Not sure how much luck ye're gonna have, though, it's pretty deep underwater most'a the time."

"Mhm." Showing her the little trinket you always have on hand, you nod. "Can breathe underwater for a while."

"Well, would'cha look at that, you actually came prepared," she grins. "You do this, just tell me 'forehand, so I know not to jump in ahead of time... or what ate you, at least."

Before you left, you went ahead and exchanged contact information with Nessie, the sharkwoman having everything you'd expect a normal, human lifeguard to have around.

You even got her to agree on a selfie, slinking towards where you were hovering in the air and giving the camera a wide grin as you shot it, sending a copy to her and one to Melanie while you were at it.

And, finally, you went and picked up a very nice seashell from Nessie's private beach, big and you think with a pretty color, though your lack of actual night vision and the darkness of this secluded beach made it hard to really see that much.

Finally, with a nod to Nessie to tell her goodbye, you floated off, returning to Menalie's where you found an opened window, soon showing off your newest souvenir and going to sleep in short order, as Melanie wanted to try avoiding her parents noticing the light in her room.

She smells nice.

"Uh, Jackie?" She whispered, trying to slowly edge away from the magical girl that'd immediately started to grab onto her again when she let her share her bed. "You really don't need to be that close."

"Mhm," Jackie murmured, the expressionless girl sliding one eye open to look at her. And pressing her face back against Melanie's back where she'd just been, her nose tickling the very back of Melanie's armpit! "Like your smell, too."

She was a little confused for a bit, before getting what she was getting at, blushing all over her face. That time she'd- with the little traumatized girl and- and she wanted to be nice and show her she liked her back-

Melanie took a couple of deep, steadying breaths, feeling the friendship armband Jackie had made for her on her wrist. This girl was really just too thoughtful. And precious. "Alright. Just, don't feel pushed one way or another, okay?"

"Mhm."

With that, Melanie did her best to go to sleep, ignoring the slightly too cool girl at her back and the small hands holding onto her stomach.

And if she realized in the middle of the night that something hot, hard and slowly pulsating was pushing against her leg, she just did her best to ignore that, too.

When you wake up after a night of good, dreamless sleep, you drowsily realize you have your lips bressed against melanie's shoulder blade, gently pressing them against it. In your sleep-addled state, you decide that's a good start, and continue to do the same several times- not really kissing the teenager, just pushing your lips against her both over the cloth of her pajamas and on her bare skin, where you can find her shoulders and neck.

You end up making several 'muh' noises, but it can't be helped.

You're also fairly sure you accidentally woke Melanie up, but you just pretend you're doing it in your sleep, which is kind of half-true, at least.

Before long her alarm still rings, so you 'wake up' entirely, but remain where you are, cuddling into Melanie's back and only belatedly realizing you have your usual morning boner, the fleshy organ you have assimilated pressing into the small of her back due to your current positioning.

"Hey, Jackie," your current body pillow murmurs sleepily, "wand a hand with that again?"

"Mhm." Actually, while you're at it... "Want to do more stuff with it?"

Instantly, Melanie is wide awake, turning around to face you (and letting you feel her boobs a little). "Why would you want that?"

You blink. "Smelling and tasting are really similar," you explain the first thing that comes to mind. "It's okay. It feels good."

For you, anyways, which is kind of the point.

"I don't know, Jackie..." Melanie still seems hesitant, so you just tilt your head at her from where you're both lying on your sides.

"Want to try licking it?"

Once more, your supreme wit and silver tongue aid you in all matters.

When Melanie hovers over your wolf dick as you lie on your back, the older girl pushing some of her hair back behind an ear so it doesn't get everywhere, the first thing she does is look up at you, making sure you're still on board with this (you are) before letting out her tongue, carefully licking the tapered end of your cock.

Your only reaction is to stare down at her, anticipating what she does next, and so Melanie continues to slowly lick all over your length, paying special attention to the knot when she gets all the way down, and slowly shifting to sucking on your dickflesh here and there, her lips closing over and applying pressure to a few areas here and there.

"It's really big," she says, meeting your eyes again after a bit of that and slowly jerking your rod, "and it tastes so nice..."

With that, she gives your tip a kiss, heavily leaning over your crotch for a long moment... before she goes down on you, her lips slowly and steadily parting around the heft of your broad shaft, a hand idly playing with your balls as she keeps eye contact.

Ironic, coming from you, but this is really hot.

She can't take your whole cock, of course, not that you expected otherwise, only taking about half into her mouth and to the entrance of her throat before she has to let up, but Melanie perseveres, just working with what she can do and letting her wet tongue slide all along what she can suck while the hand she isn't using to support herself comes up to jerk the rest of your length.

Her mouth is really warm and her lips sealed tight around you, only a bit of her saliva drooling down and adding to what her fingers are doing, the teenager determined to suck you off properly as precum is added to what she swallows every time you come closer to the end of her capacity, and just a couple minutes of this are enough to have your knot ache and your balls churn.

"Coming," you warn her, and if anything Melanie just speeds up, tongue flicking across your breeding tool and throat rapidly swallowing in preparation before you come, flooding her mouth and forcing her to swallow in short order.

Your seed flows in thick loads, her hands cramping around your knot and nuts and massaging as much of your release out of you as she can, happily drinking it all down.

As you lay there, panting in your manly exertions, Melanie gives you a few last sucks before retreating, staying on her knees and swallowing one last time after letting her tongue play with your cum for a moment, swishing it around.

"You were right," she huskily says, finally, "tasty."

"Mhm," you nod. She really should suck you off more often... and maybe learn to deepthroat.

Just for completion's sake.

Having come home after a quick escape through the window when Melanie seemed to stop functioning and just stared at her hands while hyperventilating (you did not cause whatever malfunction that was, no sirree), you proceeded to spend some time just staying in Brian's lab going through all the requirements one of your latest ideas for an actually useful item would need to meet.

And there's a lot of those. Is it really too much to ask for for the universe to just hand you an emergency escape button from any of the numerous bad things that could happen to you at any moment of the day you don't spend in a literally nearly vacant dimension protected by a literal monster?

Apparently so. You don't think you would even be able to create one of these without something stronger than a bronze coin, not to mention actually letting the runes interact sufficiently strong and fast to fulfill its role... This will be a long-term project, you feel.

Of course, even beyond lecturing you about things, Brian kept telling you about this or that, perhaps even 'letting things slip' while 'his thoughts were elsewhere'.

"Chuuh, the paperpuchuuhs sure are annoying. Their bi-monthly audits mean it really is quite hard to sneak anything past them, chuh. Of course, as long as you have nothing to hide or use the time wisely, it's no big problem, but... Puchuuh, the neverending density of monsters in this particular city really puts you between a rock and a hard place, chuh. At least there won't ever be more than three, and you can try to use this to your advantage, I'm chuhre. Or don't, it's your life, puchuh."

You also remembered the weird non-puddle, the hole in reality, and showed Brian the pictures you took along with telling him everything you could remember, leading to him considering it as one of those weird little things that apparently just happen sometimes.

"Puchuh, there are many things in this world that just happen. Dimensions rub against each other and leave holes, ideas and concepts become personalized or affect inanimate items, all those kinds of things. This one looks to be mostly harmless, chuh, and limited in scope; I don't chuhink it can leave the bathroom, so it's fine chuhst to leave it be."

Mhm. Valuable information all around.

On second thought, perhaps you should have questioned this approach to getting your body used to things like aphrodisiacs and drugs. Then again, in your defense, asking for Viridis' help seemed like a reasonable option in the particular moment in question.

And yet, now you're here, arms and legs entangled in wooden branches grown on the spot, the lecherous catplant standing before you stroking your erect penis as it protrubes from your crotch, the air heavy with smells that have you pant manly breaths one after another.

"What's this, aren't you one naughty girl?" Viridis whispers, incredibly soft fingers stroking your sensitive skin. "You aren't allowed to come yet, you know."

"..." Not responding, you instead try to concentrate, to push out the feelings she's pushing onto you in favor of trying to ignore the extremely sweet smell you can make out from her... she's secreting that tasty sap again, isn't she?

You try to move your hips, but all you achieve is rustling the improvised shackles keeping you perfectly still.

"There, you, are," Viridis says, pushing one of her teats into your mouth, your lips eagerly wrapping around it to extract that sweet, sweet nectar. "This will only make it worse, you know? No relief for my poor little stud..."

Viridis keeps on whispering to you, stroking your cock and licking your ears (which has you feel weird (and manly) for some reason), slowly bringing you towards your peek and-

All of a sudden, it's all gone. The voice, the fingers, the tongue. All that remains to you is to let out what is most certainly not a pathetic whimper at the sudden lack of stimulation.

"Aww, poor baby, but you literally asked for it..." Viridis says, kissing you a kiss on the cheek as your erection keeps on bobbing in the air. "I just hope you stay sane enough to breed a lot of bitches after this, hmm?"

This whole thing? It took hours. Hours of agonizing pleasure as your flesh was stroked, teased, nibbled on and, in one case, rubbed against the perfect globes of Viridis' butt.

Dozens of slowly, torturously elicited orgasms, each and every one of which has your glowy balls cry out in agony as the opportunity to relieve yourself is taken from you by the horrible tease every instinct tells you to subjugate and claim and breed.

Eventually, you reach a sort of zen state. Clearly, you are not thinking straight- to breed this bitch, you have to first figure out how. But she keeps distracting you! You need...

You need to keep her still. Focusing on the ground beneath those feet, you pulse a surge of mana, conjuring ice and freezing the ground to keep her still.

"Oh, really, what is this?" The words are faraway and blurry, unimportant to your true goals. You were sunk into a lake of gaseous and liquid pleasure, of mindless urge to breed, but now you have achieved enlightenment, looking your tormentor square in the eyes.

"Breed." When you say it, the demand (for that is what it is) is clear, concise and not framed by needy whines manly moans anymore.

What? Just because you're thinking more clearly doesn't mean your goals have changed.

"Ara ara, have you gotten through?" Viridis asks, an amused smile on her face and the vines and branches holding you in place retreating back under the earth. "Then why don't you show our child what awaits her once she's born?"

It feels as though you had the power to teleport with how quickly you wind up behind Viridis, the spirit bemusedly bending over to give you a good look at her goods. "Like what you see?"

"Mhm. Breed." Stomping the ground to create a small block of ice for you to stand on, you waste absolutely no time in jamming your throbbing length into Viridis' tight pussy, not even noticing the plants growing in behind you until the first one slides its aphrodisiacs-coated bulbous head into your own vagina, the second one pressing against your asshole in short order even as you start jackhammering into the catplant before you.

"Honestly, you know you can't make me pregnant again, right? You're just showering our baby in love~!"

"Breed!" All else is inconsequential, you won't be able to think until you pump Viridis full of your virile spunk.

A few times. A few dozen times. Plus a few more.

Good thing you regenerate.

After your little... ordeal (cough, cough), you decide to shift around your plans for the night again, making yourself a big feast for lunch, some chicken meat you took out of the freezer earlier and some of those big, flat fries, along with some salad and some spinach.

What? This stuff tastes great together. You always loved making it daddy It does take a while to make, but since you're trying to time the portal stuff again, that suits you just fine.

Brian, of course, joins you as you move around the kitchen, several little ice stools you created serving to let you access everything properly as you hop from one to another, silently observing you until the very moment you start eating once everything is done.

"Puchuuh," he begins, "what'chuh doing later today?"

Blinking, as this level of interest in your daily activities is unusual for the Puchuu, you nevertheless answer once you're done chewing the nicely crisp piece of potato. "Going through the portal to poke at that green magical girl, then probably taking down the fleshhorror."

"Chuuh, want me to come along?" Brian asks, tilting his head.

"... Why?" He usually just lets you do your own thing unless it's something you need his help with, after all.

"Chuh, just a feeling."

You just shrug. "Sure."

"Chuuh."

You continue eating, quite enjoying how the chicken turned out thanks to just a little seasoning, some salt, pepper and rosemary going a long way towards turning it into a true feast, everything else just serving to accentuate how wonderful it is. Even the spinach.

You need to take food breaks like this more often.

Still, soon enough it is time to go, the timer you set on your smartphone going off with just a bit leftovers you quickly put into a bag that goes into the fridge in short order left of your meal.

Brian once again perches on your head, and so it is that you pass through the portal in the little alleyway, returning to the city the Overcity mirrors and taking a look around before remembering you have a map on your smartphone, along with a note containing everything you know about the rival(?) magical girl.

Including her address.

A simple exertion of your will, and you are flying off on your floating platform.

Unfortunately, by the time you arrive at the right address, it doesn't seem as though Olivia is around, or at least you can't sense any magic in or around the area.

Which is somewhat of a bummer, given you can't do much to fuck with her without her around... except...

"Brian, I think her parents are at home," you proclaim, watching out for the lights you can see lit in some of the windows.

"Chuuh, and no chuhpuchuhchuuh snake." Scanning the house again, yeah, though the magic of Puchuus is hard to perceive unless you're paying close attention, you can't see what you saw that one time when you briefly met it anywhere, either.

"Too bad." And really, you would have just loved to nab the thing and sell it off for Brian to torture for a couple weeks.

"Chuuh, can't be helped. What will you do, then?" Good question, what could you do now, with Olivia around herself?

The answer is obvious. "Nn, Threat Neutralized. Defrost."

Falling a short distance to the ground, you pat down your dress (You actually remembered to dress appropriately for the occasion!) and simply approach the front door.

And ring. The. Bell.

That's right, time to use your quick wit and silver tongue to manipulate her parents into becoming your unwitting pawns!

When the simple, green door opens, you are confronted by a bespectacled man with a somewhat... square haircut, mostly around his forehead, that gives you a curious look. "Oh, hello there. What can I do for you?"

"Mhm, Olivia?" You ask.

"Oh, are you a friend of Olivia's, then?"

"Mhm," you agree with a nod. "School project, but she forgot. Have to do it soon."

Frowning, Olivia's father sighs. "It's great you're looking out for her, but she is out right now for... something? Something about her friends?"

The obvious signs of the veil muddling his memory are obvious.

"Mhm," you nod. "Phone number?"

"Right, we can certainly give you her mobile's number, but why don't you come in, first?" At your noncommittal sound of agreement, he gives you a smile before turning around. "Darling, we got a little gueeest!"

"Do I need to bring out the cookies?"

He turns towards you again. "What do you say? Don't tell my wife I said it, but her cookies are absolutely amazing."

Sweets? Sweets are good. All the cookies! "Yup."

"Great, let's see if Olivia comes back anytime soon. If not... Do you need help getting home? It is getting a little dark, we wouldn't want you to get lost out there..."

Where are the cookies already? "Muh," you shake your head. "Bus stop isn't far."

"Well, okay, but if it gets too late, I am definitely driving you. Where is Olivia at this time of day, anyways?" He wonders, as though he only now realized something is wrong.

You can't help yourself. "Bad friends?" You tilt your head, following Olivia's father inside.

"Mhm, I will definitely ask her a few questions. Do you want anything to drink?" Time to subtly influence her parents to give her hell, then.

It takes a while, but soon enough Olivia's parents know about you as that girl their daughter is friends with, or that is trying to befriend her despite Olivia continually standing her up and acting rudely towards her.

After her sister's death, you obviously decided she shouldn't be alone and tried to be her friend, but she really isn't dealing with the whole situation well, and keeps on talking to herself and hanging out with the bad girls in school.

Your voice may be monotone, but it truly is mightier than the sword. Well, unless you manage to empower the sword a lot.

Still, you also politely eat the (indeed very delicious Yay) cookies, drink a little of the tea the mother also brought by and generally behave like a good little guest.

"My, you're just so very polite!" The woman of the house even remarks as you carefully chew on a chocolate chip cookie that's just a little too big for your mouth, leading to you having to use both hands to hold it in place. "Haah, I really wish Olivia was like that sometimes. Always making a ruckus, that girl..."

"Oh come on, our little firecracker is plenty of fun to watch zip around, too," the father smiles, adjusting his glasses. "Even if things have been... difficult, lately."

Everyone is quiet for a bit, giving you more time to nibble on your treat.

"Nn, Jackie," you actually remember to introduce yourself, making the male room occupant crack a small smile, enough for his wife to do the same, even if she has to force it just a little bit. "Nice to meet you, Jackie."

You cannot help but feel this is going great.

In the end, you have to extricate yourself from the situation when it becomes obvious Olivia isn't returning anytime soon, so instead you settle for getting going to head over towards the hospital for the time being, making sure your smartphone is on you, considering it is your only source of navigation in the dark.

That said, given you aren't returning home for the night... again... you will need to secure a place to sleep, and you don't want to impose on Melanie... Not to mention the opportunity you have here.

Waiting for a good pause in the conversation, you raise a hand to about head height. "Nn, idea. Surprise sleepover?"

"That sounds like a great idea!" Olivia's dad says, even as her mother frowns a bit.

"Will your parents be alright with that, sweetie? This would be on awfully short notice..."

Considering your whole situation... "Will be fine," you say. "Just need to go get pajamas and Doctor Brianchuu. Can't sleep without him."

Or rather, you don't trust anyone else to keep watch while you do this, but same idea.

"Of course, do you need that drive, after all? I wouldn't mind, I don't get to use the car often enough anyways," the father asks, but you just shake your head.

"'M a big girl," you say, and that's that.

Ultimately, you get out noting you might take a bit, because you have to do your homework before your parents will let you do this, but promise to come back as soon as you can. Once outside, you soon collect Brian, who was waiting up on the roof this whole time.

"Chuuh, no news from the sensors we don't know about already, and nothing came close while you were inside, puchuuh. Looks like they're doing something elsewhere."

You nod, having expected that much. "Hospital."

"Chuuh," he agrees. And there you go, staring at the map on your phone and hoping you'll find the place again before the sun goes down.

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I swear you little cuntsnake if I find out what you did-

So nobody can do anything, huh? We'll see about that, asshat. What makes you think I did jack shit, tho, huh?

Don't try to fuck with me, we both know it was you. What the fuck did you release?

Oh, I didn't release nothin'. I may just have sent someone a quick little message, all anonymous, of course, you would know how that works

What. Did you. Set Free.

Why don't you find out? It's your experiment, I'm sure you could tell me, asshole!

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Well, isn't that just looking nice? Time to run damage control. And fuck a little bitch up so hard just as soon as I find it.

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It does take a bit, as you don't really have a car available or anything, but you make do, floating along as fast as you can and hoping you an dispose of this flesh horror and come back before it becomes too late, soon sighting the old hospital in the light of the setting sun.

Unfortunately, what awaits you is not quite what you expected.

As you slowly come towards the hole in the wall, knowing the monster is likely only going to come out once the sunlight stops shining entirely, what you hear is not a slavering slopping mess of footsteps made by raw meat impacting the ground, but instead a cold, mechanical voice, followed by a magical signature flaring up out of nowhere.

"Magical Signature Detected. Deploying Antimagic Barrier And Exiting Standby Mode." Stepping out of the crumbling building, instead, is...

Quick, pointed sounds of metal against stone sound out as the mechanical creature comes outside, what feels like a wave of nauseating white noise washing over you.

And your platform starts wobbling in the air.

"PUCHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!" Brian, it seems, is displeased in a manner similar to you. "They chuh got chuh chuuhing chuh prototype! Chuuh!"

Trying to concentrate against the solid wall of static currently blasting through your mind, you shake your head a little. "Details..."

"Chuh, it's an antimagic weapon prototype, chuh. Made out of chuuhing cheap test chuhbchuhs and some untested equipment, chuh. Inhibits magic in a wide area and is resistant to it, puchuh-"

"Initiate Combat Protocol."

"CHUUUH! These will be a chuh to repchuh!"

---

"Brian," you say, doing your best to aim your already inevitable descent. "Jump."

The reason for your instruction is fairly obvious; if you can't use this thing to stay in the air, you may as well use it to attack. Hence, you are racing right towards the ground, your current ride aimed towards the enemy you're suddenly facing.

At least Brian does as he is told.

Drawing your sword, you jump off yourself, just moments before impact, the magically created ice crashing onto the mechanical abomination and distracting it just in time for you to slash at it, scoring a deep thrust through the humanoid 'core's' chestplate.

Underneath it, grass and vines begin to grow up, but it simply skitters to the side, avoiding the grasping plantlife and tearing your weapon out of it, revealing even the seemingly organic parts making it up are stuffed with technology, metal and glass and whatever else under otherwise smooth skin.

Taking a stance, which amounts to pointing the sword at the enemy, you get ready to react, but when it goes and transforms its two front legs, the ones that jut from the amputated human ones, into a pair of gun appendages by folding them up and shifting the metal, revealing them to be a pair of guns.

"Initiating Direct Ranged Combat."

---

Giving your sword a twist through your wrist, you change it out to turn into its ice-based form, briefly charging up your sluggish magic to form it into one of your ice lances, just barely hitting your opponent and impaling it through its torso's stomach, unfortunately only scraping the fat behind as it penetrates.

"Brian, how do I fight it?" You ask. He should have an idea if he created this thing, right?

"Chhuh, adaptive stance has it counter everything, chuh!" Brian calls out, even as the same part only barely scratched just now opens up to reveal a complicated mess of machinery, turning into what you can only describe at a scorpion's tail, except instead of a stinger, it sports a massive gun.

"Like that, chuh."

You leap to the side, but it traces you effortlessly, a blast of bright light smashing into you, but deflected by an invisible forcefield, if you had to describe it, even as you're still thrown back.

Something under your head cracks audibly, and you look down to see the small stone you smacked runes onto with a big crack right through its middle, signifying where it took the damage for you.

Good random useless stone.

"What else?" You ask Brian, who is keeping his distance from the fight, but remaining close enough to be spoken to. "Cold magic, petroleum potion?"

"Initiating Assault Mode." Watching as the cyborg thingy's arms extend a pair of very pointy looking metal blades and the front legs become knife-tipped versions of the earlier rifles, you think through what you have.

"Chuuh, the potion, chuh! It has no counter to it, won't even react, chuh!"

---

Backing up, you finally find the potion Brian gave you so very long ago, when he first started to fiddle around with his own lab in the basement, in your little satchel, pulling it out with gusto and just barely throwing it upwards as your opponent advances, forcing you to hastily paddle backwards.

The semi-fragile glass breaks, being swiped out of the air by a strike from the main 'arms'' weapons, only to cover its contents all over the thing.

More than a few droplets hit the parts where you cut open the organic chassis and immediately catch fire, spreading over the rest of it and actually starting to melt the skin, while the more fragile internal components start to warp.

That doesn't help you against the flurry of blows and strategic application of gunfire coming your way, though, you proceed to duck, weave and bob under it as the machine (because this thing doesn't have enough organic parts to qualify as a cyborg in your highly qualified opinion) dodging stab after stab after shot after shot, only finally driven into a corner when it manages to drive you against the old hospital's wall, stabbing a knife-arm right into your armored panties and holding you in place for just a moment.

You have no idea what it is, a bad (or good, for you) angle, an issue with its blade, maybe just faulty programming, but it just can't quite manage to punch through your, as you now realize, best possible piece of armor, and as you twist your hips to dislodge it, you roll under its legs, pushing yourself off the ground and still, somehow, keeping your sword in hand.

This is actually going better than expected.

"Chuuh, watch out for the self-destruct, chuh!"

... Still better than expected.

You try to hit it with a wave fired from your sword, but miss on account of it suddenly screecing in a loud static, spastically moving in seemingly every direction at once.

"Critical D-D-Damage Detec-c-cted!" The artificial voice announces. "Ini-i-itiating Sel-el-elf Destruction!"

You try to run, unable to just call up an ice platform with the horrible static still in your head, but the drone is faster, jumping after you and managing to pin you down with several legs, entirely uncaring about the way it topples to the ground as a result.

"Th-Th-Thank Y-You For U-U-Using O-O-Our Prod-d-ducts! Wou-ou-ould You L-L-Like To F-Fill Ou-Ou-Out A Questionna-a-are On Custo-om-omer S-S-Satisfaction?"

With that, the world is loud noise, and pain, and shrapnel digging into your organs, the explosion pushing you into the ground and crushing you with its sheer force.

The situation may be summarized as 'ouch'.

As you slowly regenerate eyeballs cooked by the combined heat and pressure, you realize the constant push on your mind is gone like it wasn't ever there in the first place, and things are already normalizing in general.

Pushing into it, you proceed to easily heal through your various injuries, noting absently the little amulet you wore around your neck was completely obliterated by that last attack, though your magical girl outfit is already coming back.

Though your panties survived no worse for wear, just a little scratched along the surface. The less is said about the horrible state you were just in, the better, but if it weren't for your magical regeneration, you'd be picking scrap metal out of your guts for weeks.

Looking over at Brian, you give him a flat stare. "What. Was that."

"Chuuh, an old prototype for an alternative to magical girls, puchuuh. Meant to be deployed in large numbers during emergency situations, chuh."

Disgesting that for a moment, you take a deep breath. "Why was it here?"

"Chuuh, that chuh of a chuuh puchuuh and chuuuuuuh- It was confiscated, chuh, and someone intenchunally 'misplaced' it here for you to find, chuh."

Eyeing the literal nothing that is left in the crater you just crawled out of, you give him a look again. "Loot?"

"Chuh, the self-destruct is very complete, chuuh, to ensure no enemy can collect information or reverse-engineer these, puchuuh. A ssuch, nothing big enough to have any use whatsoever is left, puchuh," Brian says, actually sounding proud about that.

You are not so easily distracted, however. "Loot."

"I don't know what you want me to say, chuuh, I-"

"I just fought for my life out of nowhere in what was supposed to be a milkrun because someone couldn't keep an issue with you in their pants, against an enemy that was specifically selected to counter my strengths," you thoroughly describe the issue at hand. "Loot."

"Chuuh, I'll look into having this assigned a payout, chuh?" Brian asks.

"... Stay with me tonight, keep watch," you demand, deftly negotiating.

"Chuuuh..."

The journey back towards the city, free of any monster corpses weighing you down as it seems the flesh horror was already bagged, tagged and taken care of by someone else, is fairly quiet, mostly on account of you feeling rather drained after talking too much (your injuries are healed and your magic steadily regained). That said, you do let Brian know there are no hard feelings between you, it's just that business is business and you don't appreciate arrangements going bad because of things like this.

In other words, next time something like this happens without forewarning, you're taking it out of the lab, knowing you can't take it out of his hide.

When you arrive at Olivia's place, you are let in rather easily, despite the somewhat late hour (you apologize, explaining it as homework being unexpectedly complicated) and quickly change into the pajamas you 'brought with you' in the bathroom, holding Doctor Brianchuu by the neck the whole time.

When Olivia's parents guide you to her room, it is with one hand holding a fresh cookie and generally showing the very picture of a tired little girl, her plushie on the ready.

"Hello Olivia~," her mother announces, "guess what, we have a little guest tonight!"

Mistaking her daughter's wide-eyed stare for surprise instead of sudden horror, she nods. "Now, you two play nice, would you like a sleeping bag or can you share the bed?"

"Bed," you say, receiving a headpat that ruffles your white hair a little.

"Okay then, if either if your girls needs anything, feel free to shout for us, we'll be awake for a bit."

With that, you and Olivia are alone in the room.

"H-how- why are you here?" The green girl asks, clenching her bedcovers to her chest.

"Needed a place to sleep. Bed."

"Wha- no!"

"Bed," you insist.

"No, you can't sleep in my bed! Go away!"

"Bed."

At the end of the day, you're lying in your preferred position, behind the person you're sharing the bed with. Because you are the big spoon, obviously.

Listening to Olivia's sniffling and crying, you consider what to do.

Olivia was very, very afraid. Afraid, and still feeling a little sore, her body not having quite recovered from the painful ordeal she had gone through at the Evil Magical Girl's hands the last time, but there was precious little she could do about it now.

Feeling Her at her back, she thought about how this could have happened. What had She done to her mom and dad? Had She brainwashed them somehow, made them her unwitting pawns? What was her plan? Did she have to run away from home now? Had she known where she lived all alo-

She felt Her move behind her, the cold (uncannily cold) girl pressing against her and- was that- she could feel something hard against her butt!

"What," she asked, cutting herself off before screwing her eyes shut and asking properly, "what are you doing?"

"Undressing," came back in an unaffected tone, a pair of hands now pulling at her pyjama pants.

"Why?"

"Sleep."

Blinking (and clearing her eyes of the tears that absolutely weren't building), Olivia swallowed. "What do you mean?"

Slowly, her pants were losing the fight, but she didn't want to fight back, afraid She would take it out on her parents. "Put it in to sleep."

The only thing she could put in was- "No!"

"Yes," She just replied. "Quiet, parents."

Olivia froze, reminded of her earlier thoughts. She needed to keep Her from doing something to her mom and her dad, so how could she get through the night? So preoccupied was she with thinking, she completely missed her pants being dragged down her thighs, soon sitting around her knees.

When her panties were grasped at, though, she fully realized what was happening, and all of a sudden, she was back in that alley, powerless to do anything.

"Please," Olivia whimpered, "please please don't-"

The last barrier followed the first, and nothing was between It and her privates. "Quiet."

Olivia just whimpered, her eyes clenching shut again as she felt It rub against her butt, slowly moving until it was going between her thighs, briefly touching her... her back thingy and making her shudder when she remembered, but it kept going until it was all the way through, with Her reaching around to point it at her moomoo.

Edging upwards and closer, She was soon pressed against Olivia's back, the Thing pushing into Olivia and making her wince, but it wasn't going too fast nor hurting too much, so she just tried to push it out and pretend it wasn't happening.

"Nn, tight," She said, taking her time and veeery slowly making It go deeper, only to let it rest for a bit, Olivia clenching her teeth as she felt her get further and further into her body.

"Mhm, turn around," she suddenly said, stopping... what she was doing.

"... Why?" Olivia asked.

"Knot," She replied. "Can't put it inside like this."

Connections formed and Olivia realized what she was talking about. Why did she call it a knot, though? "If... If I do this," she asked, "do you promise not to do anything to my parents?"

This may be her chance!

"Mhm, sleep," She said, pulling It out again.

Olivia took a few deep breaths, but the decision was already made. If she could protect her family, then- then-!

Olivia turned around, trying to ignore the tears that were trickling out of her closed eyes. She just hoped She wouldn't-

Something wet and slimy pressed against Olivia's coochie, and before she knew it, She was going deeper inside, feeling like She was knocking the air out of her again and again, though She was also panting and flushing as She did.

Despite something huge being lodged inside her, Olivia was just... pretending it wasn't happening, like her body wasn't rocking every other heartbeat, as Her face was right in front of hers. She was actually really pretty... it didn't make sense, how could something that horrible dare to be pretty?

Soon, She was bumping something big against Olivia's kitty, something she knew from experience was going to hurt. But she had to endure, and her parents would be fine, so all she needed to do was-

Olivia's sobs broke out of her, the fat bulge battering against her again and again, but nothing could stop Her, and Olivia spread her legs for Her so she could do it easier and it wouldn't hurt as much.

With one last, long push and pull She was in, something sticky and hot coming inside Olvia, but she was just glad it wouldn't get worse anymore. Something pushed against her, and She was on top of her, Olivia lying on her back. "Just sleep."

Olivia cried louder, but she couldn't move, She was still moving inside her, and she was just a powerless waste of space anyways.

Outside the closed door, Olivia's father and mother were listening in, frowns on their faces.

"Poor dear... She pretends, but she really isn't taking things well, is she?"

"At least she has friends. Not everyone would console someone like this, all night."

"Oh dear, they're going to fall asleep as soon as she's cried herself out. Come on, let's go eat a dinner snack and make sure someone is ready if she has nightmares."

When Olivia woke up that morning, she had the driest throat even, soon realizing something was lying on her.

Rapidly remembering what had happened, her first reflex was to try and shake Her off, but she held still, knowing better than to try and fight Her. Also, there was a wet spot at her neck; what had She done to her that-

Then the blinked the sleep out of her eyes, absently noting the Thing was still inside her, seeing She was sleeping with her mouth open as she was draped over her, salivating onto the base of Olivia's neck.

Eww.

Unfortunately, She was also growing awake, blinking and wiping her mouth with one hand as she pushed herself up, looking down to where she was inside Olivia. "Good girl."

"What-" Olivia said, resisting the cough welling up as her dry throat rebelled.

"Took it all night. Good girl," She said, a hand up to pat Olivia's head. "My good girl."

Her face came down, meeting Olivia's as their lips found each other, her eyes wide open. This-! This wasn't right, she wasn't supposed to kiss anyone she hadn't fallen in love with, known for a year and married to have two kids with!

But Her cool tongue was still licking along her lips, insistingly, until Olivia opened them, licking her own tongue before coming out again!

Glaring up, Olivia grit her teeth. "I know what you're doing! And I won't fall for it!"

"Mwu?"

"In the first place, I don't even know your na-" Olivia began, only to be interrupted when She leaned back to rock her Thing inside her, making her feel all weird. It didn't even hurt anymore, just... weird.

"Continue," She said. "Just... need to..."

"I-In the first p-place..." Olivia brought out, now making the same little sounds She was making, "i-I don't ev-ven know your n-n-name! Or what you're d-doing! Or what you know ab-bout my sister! Or how you know where I live, what you did about my pareeeents!"

On that last word, Olivia felt something weird, like a sensation that was building up behind her navel had been building up and was overflowing, breaking out and making her mouth stand open because it was just too much!

"Muh," She made, more of the stuff Olivia only now realized was enough to bulge out her stomach a little flowing into her. "Jacqueline Frost. Jackie."

Her hands went out to gather up Olivia's, Sh- Jackie holding them up over her head, with her fingers entwining with hers. She went down again to k-kiss Olivia, a long breath escaping her and brushing over her skin.

"We, are having sex."

Wait, what? "Wait, no, that can't be right!" Olivia said, coughing a little despite herself. "Sex is that thing that only mommies and daddies are supposed to do when the lights are off!"

"... Might be a mommy." But despite saying something that strange, Jackie continued, slowly starting to push and pull down there again as she hung over her. "Sister is dead. Died to goblins."

Huh. Somehow, Olivia thought it would be... more. But she didn't think Jackie was lying.

Now she just felt empty and cold, despite how the heated rod was filling her up.

Another kiss she wasn't trying to fend off this time, then Jackie spoke again. "Just looked you up. Easy. All the way when we first met."

"And what about my parents?" She asked, her teary-eyed glare unbroken.

"Just asked to come in. They gave me cookies." Olivia gasped, leaving herself open for another kiss. Those were-

Those were the cookies she and Caro always got!

"Why were you even here?! Why would you-" Why would she take away the safety of Olivia's home, went unsaid.

"Needed somewhere to sleep, didn't want to impose on someone else."

Oh, so she was homeless now? Was Olivia supposed to feel bad for her, even as her body was rocked back and forth and more of that weird feeling was building up with every push?

"Nearly died yesterday, too," the Dark Magical Girl said to drive the point home. "What monsters did you get p-"

She stopped, looking to the side, but all Olivia saw was that weird cat plushie she'd brought with her. Oh god, it was probably her only friend, despite being so tattered and stitched up and missing an eye, wasn't it?

"What monsters?"

Olivia gasped again, receiving her next kiss before she could answer. "Puchuu said I wasn't ready yet, that I should practice and get uuuused tooo-!"

It was happening again, but Olivia wasn't fighting it this time. She was still feeling too full, but it wasn't painful so she would go with it.

She really needed to drink something soon, though...

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-Godammit

-So we're preggers now, great

-REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

-Can we talk about how we got raped after the last boss invaded our safe space, then she made us feel bad for her? Because I feel bad for her

-Doesn't change she's a horrible monster

-How dare you

-Don't talk to our Jackie like that

-More like ewe're hers, apparently

-That name is kinda worrying me anyone agree

-The last boss is basically Jack Frost

QM: So, as you all know, Jackie over there has now claimed you as hers

-What does that entail exactly

QM: She thinks you're a convenient fucktoy and will continue to impregnate you

-We preggo already

-REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

QM: She doesn't care

-dammit

QM: You didn't get a Bad End, but your Cracked Mind has transformed into Jackie's Pet

-What's the damage

QM: You'll just have to find out

-Fuckit can we change sides

-Yeah, looks more viable to just become an evil lieutenant

QM: If you want to be humiliated and sent against all her enemies, sure

-Wouldn't she at least send us against, y'know, appropriate foes?

QM: Define 'appropriate'

-Fuck

-So Olivia's done for against a much stronger enemy we can't possibly win against ever

QM: Hey, you got to ask her a bunch of stuff and figure some stuff out. Even gave you a big hint for other things. You weren't supposed to find out about Caroline for a while, but with the last boss already in the picture anyways...

-We didn't roll that nat1

QM: But you get to have to work with it. Be glad I let you even do that much

-So what do we actually know

-She's homeless, apparently

-Great, so we can offer her to stay with us so she can rape us more

-Godammit, we don't want to get raped

-Says you

-Me abnd the fact we get penalties for it

-Oh god, just realized something, she was the befriending meme all along, complete with huge glowing pink rod penetrating her friend targets

A production brought to you by NegaQuest: Olivia Edition

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Breakfast is, honestly quite nice, and rather welcome considering you kind of skipped it yesterday, what with sleeping at Melanie's and dashing in the morning, so it's nice to get back to a regular eating rhythm.

Olivia took a while in the bathroom, but her parents weren't suspicious about it, just offering you a couple of cookies, which you gladly took; they are chocolate chip cookies and, as thus, a great thing to nibble on.

Though they're still too large. You need at least one hand, you're worried they'd break with anything less, but you end up using both hands again just to make sure.

For some reason, the mother keeps on patting your head, but you understand. Your hair really is very silky and smooth to the touch, it is obvious she wouldn't be able to keep her hands off.

By the time you've eaten and are just nibbling a little while sipping on your orange juice, Olivia finally joins you, the small bump on her stomach you kind of liked gone, though she still walks a little awkwardly. She does act a little awkwardly in general, but again her parents don't seem to be too concerned, so you don't feel the need to do anything about it.

Soon enough, you're out the door together with her, claiming to have everything you need for school in your little satchel or there already (technically true as you don't go to school at all), and so nothing is in the way of your perfect, diabolical lie.

"So, uhm, what do you actually do all day?" The green girl asks, which is a good point. What were you planning on doing?

Giving a look behind you and making sure neither of Olivia's parents are looking, you give her a quick kiss on the lips. "Magical girl. Train and hunt."

And with that, you wander off, conjuring an ice platform and lying down on it as you fly off. You're kind of feeling lazy today~...

Looking at Brian, you tilt your head, realizing he was actually gone while you were eating breakfast and all that. "Back."

"Chuuh, indeed. Here's your coins." Nudging you a small pouch with a sad five bronze coins, the cat plushie does its best impression of a shrug. "They were being assholes about it, chuh, and not counting it against the quota, puchuuh."

You just grab the cash. It's still better than nothing, after all.

"Mhm," you say to explain the complex reasoning of your actions. "Gonna stay at home today." You have preparations to make.

"Chuuh, do as you will. So long as you don't get too frightened over yesterday's fight, chuh."

You tilt your head, trying to understand his train of thought. Is it because you nearly died? "Mhm."

Anyways, time to go through the portal and see about replacing the amulet that was destroyed, then work on prep for the beach monster.

The work on replacing your little amulet is almost relaxing in a way, not to mention the security of just not taking damage even if you're hit so long as it isn't super hard enough to just break straight through the barrier it creates, in which case it is even more important for you to have something like it.

You even drop two of your newly acquired bronze coins into it as you work, making sure it will work to protect you from future... 'issues' like that antimagical weaponized thing all the better. Actually, speaking of which...

"Brian," you say, glancing at the magical mascot working the lap nearby your own work station. "Antimagic. Protect?"

"Chuuh, a way to protect yourself from the kind of antimagic the prototype was equipped with?" He asks. You confirm with a nod. "Stay out of its effect, chuh, or find a way around my best attempt at reducing all magical effectiveness of enemies, puchuuh. Before you ask, lead doesn't help."

"Mhm," you make, considering his words and suppressing your annoyance at there not being some gimmick you could use to get around this. Next would be... "Magic resistance? Accessible?"

"Chuuh, if you killed a monster with magic resistance, and the relevant organs are compatible, chuh. Or an item that reduces or blocks magic, puuh, though getting something that just works against a specific kind would be far easier. Chuh. Wouldn't get your hopes up."

"Muh." Annoying, but still, good enough for your purposes, you suppose. You'll just have to keep your eyes open.