The rest of your day was... interesting. In every sense from the Chinese to the Freudian one.
You first worked on freezing liquids, given you're planning to fight an aquatic enemy and all, but you couldn't quite get it to work, only ever creating small pieces of ice rather than freezing what was already there.
Until you grew frustrated enough to, with an indignant "Muh!", push a thumb into the water, telling your magic to make it freeze already.
Upside, it worked, and you even figured out how to do it in general. Downside, your thumb was stuck in the glass of suddenly frozen water.
Which was quite annoying to sort out.
Next, you kept on accidentally freezing and shattering your magical girl outfit while working on your oldest and technically most potent spell, the Winterblast you use against anything you don't want to be able to do anything against you, and the less is said about your experiments with expulsing large loads of highly destructive 'cold energy' in all directions, the better.
A very frustrating day, and no amount of yesterday's leftovers makes you feel better about it as you eat dinner.
Pouting aggressively after the continuous disasters yesterday, you just went and continued to work on a few last-minute preparations for anything that might happen, once you're out there in the cold, dark depths of the ocean.
Which isn't really that threatening, you realize. Once the underwater breathing stops being an issue, the cold and the pressure are the worst of the environmental hazards to speak of, the first of which is really more your natural habitat and the second of which you think your enhanced constitution should let you weather decently well.
Which leaves the things swimming in the ocean. Hence, your work on freezing lots of water and expelling your ice armor as explosively as you can.
For you can never be too prepared.
That said, come evening, you wipe the pout off your face and proceed to go through your portal, conjuring one of your ice platforms and making for the beach.
Time to catch a big fish.
Finding Nessie is, thanks to your magical sight, fairly easy, the large woman radiating magic with every move and currently sitting by the shore near her house, a fishing rod to hand as she reads a book, both of which are comically undersized for her stature.
"Oh hey, it's the bite-sized one," she comments as she sees you near, her senses obviously better than one would expect at first glance. "You coming to help me deal with the pest, or you just wantin' to 'chat'?"
"Monster," you explain, already mentally preparing for what you're about to do. "Details?"
"Eh, jus' go out there, stay in the water a bit and it'll probably bite," she sharkwoman says, poking her fishing rod. "Soon as I sense something in the water, I'll come swimming and kill it, maybe help you out if you don't get yourself killed 'mediately."
Well, you suppose it's the best you're going to get.
Floating out to sea, it doesn't take you long to reach an area you would consider a good start on your little live bait internship, mostly on account of the slight changes in the water's color when you stare at it with your third eye open; something is very obviously influencing the environment here.
Coming closer to the waves lazily moving across the water, you take a closer look, but if whatever the monster you're looking for is in the area, you can't see it readily, so you'll just have to do as Nessie told you and get into the water, see about attracting it without dying.
That last part is the most important, of course. Hence why you are already in your full armor mode, the dress that your armor chose to become drifting lightly in the sea breeze.
So, you'll just, stick your feet in or something?
Actually, no. Not at all. Because you refuse to take half measures.
You are none other than Jacqueline Frost, and you are not going to meekly sit by as you wait for the ocean to come for you. No, you have with you a magical charm of (probably not at all) unparalleled power, allowing you to penetrate into its icy depths with the boldness of a probe going where none have gone before.
That's right, you will be coming for the ocean, and unless salt water suddenly makes for a pleasant experience, it better have lubed itself up, because you will be going in dry and leaving very wet, in all likelihood.
Pulling out the charm in question, you rub a thumb over the colorful scales affixed to a piece of lacquered wood, putting it back into your pocket where it will stay safe while you submerge, the platform of ice you are sitting on slowly lowering into the water.
Once you're up to your neck in it, you take a couple deep breaths before going the rest of the way, carefully breathing in your first load of water.
It feels weird, but... the charm seems to have worked. Which is great, you'd have gotten yourself soaked for no reason otherwise.
Anyways, on and on you go, staying affixed to your platform as best you can and trailing long locks of perfectly white hair after yourself. It is... surprisingly bright down here, despite the sun already setting, light filtering below the surface that you're sure wasn't there above it.
The bottom of the ocean isn't too far down, its depth... manageable, but it is what you find down there that shows more obvious signs of magical changes to the environment, strange plants you don't recognize as algae or something along those lines growing all around, seemingly more akin to hardwood than the more glibbery plantlife you would expect underwater.
Now, you aren't exactly an expert on marine biology, so you could be wrong, and these could be perfectly normal plants. But somehow, the pink slightly bioluminescent eels made of more mouth than anything else without any visible eyes make you doubt that.
You should have heard of things like these being common, right?
Anyways, you don't really have much time to appreciate the glowy fauna and flora spreading under the sea, despite how glowy and pink and ooh interesting it all looks from where you're looking at the area.
Because you're pretty sure the thing that ate the people you're here to find might have found you. And without any visible eyes, no less.
That is a very big fish, and it has very big hands. Not to mention all those tentacles.
You never really were much into that kind of thing, but you aren't sure you want to get close to those tentacles. Nasty daddy!
It is up near you before you can react, having soundlessly pushed itself through the water as the side heads scooped up a couple of the pink eels to snack on, the smaller creatures fleeing from the bigger predator or else hiding in the woodwork.
If that stuff actually is wood, that is.
The central and biggest mouth, having sensed your location somehow, opens to chomp down on you, apparently having decided you would make for a good snack. You have only moments to react!
Hoestly, though, this thing is actually making this easy for you. You aren't exactly looking forwards to fighting this thing head-on in the first place, so you're already thinking about alternate ways to defeat it. Or at least stay safe while you wait for Nessie to come murder it.
Such as by hiding within the creature itself. You're a genius. Sure, you'll have to make your way past its rows of teeth, but once you're in the throat, all you have to worry about is its digestive system killing you faster than you can shred through it.
And would you look at that, here the big fish is happily trying to swallow you, so all you have to do is jump right past its teeth. Its long, slender tongue doesn't even stir from where it's lying, and all too soon you're going down the hatch.
All according to keikaku plan. Now you'll just have to make it throw you up again faster than it digests you; can't be that hard, right?
The monster's throat is tight and constricting, but you don't let it bother you, making sure to have your feet pointed forwards as you conjure a couple of large, spiky pieces of ice, having them pierce the soft tissue surrounding you.
It immediately begins to convulse violently. Didn't like that, did it?
By this point, you can feel the powerful monster begin to move, its internal muscles stretching and shifting all along its body, including the part of its throat you're at. Looks like it's trying to get somewhere, but whether it is just moving around to feed or trying to swim away from Nessie, you have no idea.
Yeah, while you do enjoy hurting this thing, you don't think it's going to bleed out from the kinds of damage you're doing anytime soon. That and you did have something you actually needed to do.
Concentrating your magic, you blast this thing with a monumental amount of sheer, freezing cold, which is less a physical thing, as you have found through comparing it to other spell effects of yours, but more a metaphysical thing. You are, essentially, defining this gargantuan creature as 'being cold'.
Not that it doesn't have the capability to physically freeze things over, it's still also physically cold, but that's more a side effect, really.
And as soon as you do, surprise, surprise, the whole thing shudders to a halt, confused by the sudden difficulty it has in moving.
Then it immediately begins swimming again twice as hard, from what you can tell, and... you aren't going down anymore?
Instead, the throat seems to be trying to move you in the opposite direction, the monster you're poking having decided to throw you up instead of eating you. Bringing you back to where a couple of (slowly healing) punctures are streaming thick black blood into the water surrounding you, polluting it and giving you this urge to cough as though you were breathing in irritating smoke.
Unpleasant.
You're quickly running out of mana at this rate, so you resort to your sword instead, the wonderful device of stabbing and slicing taking a bit of work to be freed of its scabbard in the rather tight space you have to make do with, but you can manage.
And just as soon as you feasibly can, you jam as hard and as deep as you can it into the flesh around you, feeling as the blade cuts past meaty throat tissue and through something stringier and harder.
All of a sudden, there's a loud rumble, the frantic movement of the giant monster you're stuck inside ceasing entirely as you cling to your weapon.
... Is that a good thing?
Cutting around and doing your best to open up a pathway for you to stuff yourself into so you can avoid the monster's throat movements, you try to move towards the brain, but you would be the first to admit things have been a bit... hectic.
Meaning you have absolutely no idea which way you're going. All sense of direction has been replaced with nauseating black blood in all directions, tight breathing as you make do with what water is in the stuff and absolutely no space to really move.
You ended up chunking an ice spear around just to give yourself a little space.
You create a bunch of ice, spreading it out into a pillar that wrenches upen the tunnel you've been cutting into the flesh surrounding you, confused for a long moment as to what is even going on anymore, the lack of air (water?) around you leaving you dizzy and unable to concentrate really well.
That said, when you see a bunch of grey and green matter, you decide you may as well have hit the jackpot anyways.
Pushing yourself towards what you assume to be the brain, successfully having crawled all the way from the throat into the head, you fire off everything you have left, keeping just a bit of your mana in case you need it for something else; your eye modified with glowwolf biology fires a ray of light, the outermost layer of your armor detonating and pushing the surrounding meat apart as it becomes a bunch of shrapnel despite not really being physical until the moment you blow it up and, with a single push and a bit of sawing away, you manage to cut through something important.
Or at least so you assume, considering the constant movement all around you (that was starting to give you claustrophobic thoughts) immediately ceases entirely.
Finally.
A couple minutes later, the expression on Nessie's face when she sees you pop out of the creature's mouth is very amusing. Then again, if you could make much of an expression, seeing the sharkwoman casually hold onto the giant monster's back and slowly haul it off towards her beach, you're sure you would be looking smilarly from where you're sitting under water on your new ice platform.
"Haha, really did a number on the little shit's brain, didn't'cha?" Nessie, being her usual blue skinned shark woman self, is still dragging the giant dead body after herself, but now that you've arrived at the beach, she can actually talk to you. "You know what, kid, I'll tell you what. You did some good work on this thing and kept it real nice and busy for me, it didn't even start to split into seperate bodies and all the usual crap, so I'll say you've earned a reward. There any part of this thing's body you wanna keep as a memento or whatever else you'd use it for before I eat it?"
"Mm." You're actually really bothered Nessie is being so unreasonably greedy, but you also don't want to fight her. Especially after you saw what was left of the monster's left side- there were clear signs of teeth everywhere you looked. She literally ate the monster alive.
Its whole left arm is missing, the additional left head reduced to a couple of scraps, and the less you say about the state of the tentacles she could reach, the better.
"What, you want more?" Grinning down at you, the sharkwoman cracks her neck, licking her lips. "Sure, why not? But you know, I did do most of the work, so... Well, now I've got two bad boys in here," she explains, patting the bottoms of the bikini she's wearing, a noticeable bulge showing already, "and for each you satisfy for me, you can pick out another reward, how's that sound?"
From the way she's looking, you have no idea whether Nessie wants you to agree or disagree and get into a fight over this. So she can just try and take you down to get everything she wants regardless.
Looking up at the tall woman standing in front of you, you shrug- or at least move your shoulders a couple of millimeters. "Sure. Loot."
Chuckling, Nessie shrugs off her lifevest, taking off the black swimwear top with the long neck in short order, too, to reveal her huge breasts (though relative to her body they're just very decently sized, it's just that she's so much larger than anyone else you've ever seen), as well as more scars lining her body. Just from looking at her, it's pretty obvious she very often gets into fights with other animals in the ocean. "Oh, 's that an invitation?"
Your reaction is to wiggle out of your dress, leaving it in the sand while you fiddle with your armored panties.
"Haha, guess that's a yes, then!" Loosening the strings of her orange bikini bottoms, the blue-skinned sharkwoman reveals what you'd already expected to see; still blue, but much paler labia under a pair of penises, looking a lot like human ones, just... scaled up.
Also in a pale, nearly white blue, and darker heads, you estimate them to be just a little under your wrists in thickness, slowly hardening as the twin schlongs are, and fairly long, too, easily rivaling your own endowment.
Speaking of which, your panties just fell onto the beach, whereupon you swiftly step out of them. "Oh, also carrying an extra package, huh?" Nessie smirks.
"Mhm, stole it from a wolf," you explain.
Grinning, the amazonian woman steps up to you, her figure towering over yours as you don't even reach dicksucking height, what with her easily reaching twice the height of a grown man. "Come on, then!"
Grabbing you by the waist with one hand, she lifts you up, her wet hair swaying in the evening breeze for a long moment as she uses her free hand to fondle your butt and stroke your legs before lifting one as you hang limply in her grasp, facing her as she positions herself.
"Lub-" you protest, only to be silenced when her double cocks touch upon your pussy and your ass both, Nessie manhandling you like a doll to get the angle right... and don't stop there, pressing upwards as she pulls you down, her hands on your waist and leg seemingly immovable.
Your voice stuck in your throat, it is up to her to comment, her heavy cocks pushing past your lower lips and anal ring regardless of your twitching attempts to move, the monstergirl far too strong to be stopped. "Fuck, you're tight," she tells you, her breath coming down on you smelling like saltwater and meat. "So tight for me, you little slut."
You make a protesting sound, but it is drowned out by her long groan as you are forced to take more and more of her meaty cocks into yourself, slowly being filled up and showing a bump on your belly by the time they're halfway inside. "You feel great around me, you know? Wanna see if you can take all of me at once?"
Taking a quick breath, you shake your head. "Too big," you gasp out, the sensation of being this full with throbbing dicks keeping you too preoccupied to do anything else.
"Where there's ah will, there's ah way." With these words, Nessie gets right back to it, having given you enough time to get used to it, or just unwilling to wait any longer, shifting her grip so you're lying on your back in the air, supported only by her arm around your back as she pulls.
"Ungh!" Thrusting into you as she moves you back and forth like a living sex toy, Nessie works her way inside you, soon stopped by an obstacle in the form of your womb, only a little bit left to go, surprisingly.
Panting, she ignores your legs randomly kicking out as she starts hammering into you wholeheartedly, her huge dicks scraping your insides and setting all your nerves on fire. "Take it take take it! Nearly there!" She grunts out, both arms around your body and holding it tight as she does everything in her considerable might to stuff her twin cocks into your body.
Croaking out an unidentifiable sound, you do. In a sudden motion, the last of both huge pulsating dicks disappears inside you, obscenely bulging your belly out. "Too... big..."
"Thaaat's the spirit," the sharkwoman breathes, proceeding to go to town on you, your legs spread so she can do as she wishes without breaking them and your own cock standing straight up.
Again and again you're filled up with her shark dicks, the scarred woman rutting into you. "Nothing like a good fuck after a good meal!" She doesn't stop for a single moment, and soon you can feel a tremble go through the considerable amount of meat slamming inside you with wet slaps. "I'm coming!"
You can't really do anything to prepare beyond flailing a bit in the air, and so it is with absolutely no hot gasps and moans that you're taking her cocks as a whole again, the two lengths filling you up to the brim once again and being sawed in and out of your depths as Nessie roars out her release, clutching you tightly and filling you with her shark spooge.
Breathing heavily, she stays like that for a long moment, luxuriating in the feeling of your ass and pussy clinging tightly to her sensitive skin, before pulling out, giving you a grin... and flipping you around.
Then she shoves both right back in, your still wide and gaping orifices offering no resistance against her demanding pushing. "No... fair..." The deal was for satisfying her, not to be her fucktoy for the evening!
"Tough luck, I'm feeling up for another round. You're just too tight and good, ya know?" Looming over you, Nessie bucks into you again, both of her cocks smeared by her cum and easily gliding into you, as you're also full of the white stuff not dropping onto the sand below you with every flex of her hips. "You just gotta... take it like a good girl!" She shouts, going all the way inside you again.
Hanging there and being fucked hard, arms and legs dangling down as the sharkwoman behind you fondles your breasts and bloated tummy, feeling her own cocks under your skin, it doesn't take too long for her to draw close, just as, you notice, yourself, your dangling balls drawing closer to your body as you prepare for your own orgasm.
"Gonna... cum..." You squeeze out, the announcement only firing Nessie up.
"Good! Come for me!" Putting that extra effort into railing you, it doesn't take you long to do just that, wheezing out a manly sound of release just as Nessie groans, the tightening of your holes around her making her do the same as your twitching cock vents its load onto the beach.
For a long moment, you just hang there, letting Nessie pump you full of her spunk. Then, in a slow exertion of insurmountable willpower, you stretch, looking over your shoulder. "Down."
"You sure? I could go 'nother round or two, you're a great fu-"
"Down," you aggressively pout, Nessie breathlessly chuckling and mussing up your hair.
"Alright, alright. Juuust a sec, I wanna enjoy this." And like that, the slow process of being pulled off the two giant dongs begins.
Nessie is an evil jerk willing to abuse your good faith in all matters and a rapacious shark on top, but at least now that you did your part and are busy letting a whole bunch of shark sperm wash out into the ocean by standing in the water, she is at the very least doing hers, taking out the parts you ask for in exchange for being impaled by her giant penises.
Hmph.
You did go out of your way to poke around a bit, looking into any particularly magical monster parts you might be interested in with your third eye opened to maximum, and ultimately decide, on the spot, to take the teeth inside the largest 'main' mouth, though Nessie tells you it's more a central mouth with the other two are actually detachable, the particular kind of monster whose name Nessie has no idea about despite encountering and defeating several of its kind before capable of splitting into several monsters if they have any amunt of time to themselves.
In addition, you also ask for the greenish scales growing all over the creature, the dark and mossy colored things smooth and shiny and pretty hard to the touch, actually.
And, following the faint glow of magic against the surrounding mass of it, several of the monster's hearts, the widely developed circulatory network requiring a bunch of them. Nessie complains about them being tasty, but you just splash a bit of her cum in her direction to make her stop.
Of course, transporting all these things will be pretty hard; while you could just stuff the teeth into your magical satchel and hope it doesn't break or anything, the big pile of scales Nessie ripped off for you means you'll need to conjure a couple platforms, not to even mention the big central heart your sharkwoman coughed up in addition to a couple of smaller ones.
Now the only question left is where you would even take all of this stuff.
Making one last series of selfies with the monster you defeated, standing on its head, your sword stabbed inside it in various places, and even getting Nessie to help you with scaling its bulk (she seemed more amused by your antics than anything else), you gather up your hard-won (in more ways than one) loot and fly off with it carefully arrayed on your flying platforms.
With your magical girl outfit on on the first try, and anyone claiming otherwise is a filthy lying liar who lies.
You're cutting it a bit close, which you will blame on Nessie being a pushy meanie stretching the terms of your arrangement, but in the end, you make it, once more letting the resounding silence of the Overcity wash over you as you carefully arrange your platforms, not willing to forego so much as a single scale.
When you arrive at home, depositing your loot and noting the hearts have started to leak a little of that black, thin and smeary blood, but you just call out for your Puchuu. "Brian?"
It takes a few moments, but your manly call that was not at all a casual whisper because you are very exhausted still brings him forth.
"... Jackie, why are body parts of a Deep One scattered around the front door?"
"... Muh."
Sorting through your hard-earned (in several ways) spoils takes a while, eating into your evening as Brian takes his time to make sure you know everything about everything that is going on with this stuff.
The hearts, for example, actually have some uses in some strange rituals that can, when performed correctly, summon certain types of eldritch horrors, beyond being almost literal engines of mana, considering they were used to produce and regulate magic all throughout the creature's body.
Similarly, the teeth are actually sharper than they should be going by materials alone and permanently covered in special toxins the creature was using for various purposes, and the scales seem to be an extremely useful and important type of organ for this kind of monster, serving to control its acceleration, produce water when necessary and generally do other stuff.
You crawled around inside a giant monster, killed it by digging yourself into its brain and poking its brain stem with your sword, then got used like a sex toy by the giant shark lady that ate it alive while that was going on before finally coming home.
You're tired, okay?
Anyways, the end result is that you're going to be using a lot of this stuff, but that'll have to wait for tomorrow, so you just have Brian sort out the materials you and him will need, with everything else set aside to be sold off (beyond what he calls his 'retainer's fee', and you're too tired to stomp him in the face for that).
In short order, you have a small amount of teeth and hearts you wanted to try giving to Viridis later (aka tomorrow), while you have a small spread of other materials for other uses on the ready; the teeth are getting sold aside from the little gift, while the rest of the hearts is going to be used as implants for you, Brian promising you greater power and you just nodding along. The scales, on the other hand, require a little more effort; some of them, the ones Brian can work with, will be inserted under your skin as subdermal armor, which is okay, you suppose, while a bunch of them will be used for other purposes, sorted by their sizes, the angles they were growing at and, apparently, how deeply embedded they were in the living creature.
You have no idea how Brian can tell this stuff, but you don't care. Also, no, you aren't having those teeth implanted into your mouth. I'm a good girl and I don't put strange things in my mouth, daddy
With that cleared up, you proceed to wander into the lab, following Brian's instructions as you handle some equipment and hold the scales against a spinning stone that looks kind of funny, sparks flying from them as you slowly, but surely get them into the right form for... whatever you were doing again.
On and on you go, and by the time Brian asks you to come lie on your usual operation table, it is almost a relief to stop enchanting all of those things with runes.
All of those things... you can't quite recall what they were... Also, wasn't the lab a lot smaller last time you looked? There's more operating tables...
"Chuuh, and now breathe in deeeep, chuh." You do as the voice says before you can stop yourself. "Chuh, high time we did some maintenance, puchuh, the manual override seems to be getting chuh'd."
You drift off to a dreamless sleep.
Sleepily opening your eyes, you notice a weird tingling feeling in your chest. Looking down, you note that you can't really tilt your head, and that it looks like someone skinned you alive while you were sleeping. Stole our nose, stole our skin! So Mean!
"Chuuh, I really have to work on the dosage of this stuff, puchuh." Standing to the side of your chest, Brian pats a device with his paw, slowly but surely widening a crack down your body you didn't see at first, your ribs spread wide open little by little. "Chuhst one moment, I think your regeneration is messing with it at this point..."
Another surge of sleepiness overcomes you, your eyes drifting shut. Wheee we can play with the fishies again
"Now, where did I put those hearts I totally didn't chant latin at again..."
Olivia did her best to suppress the wince, though she could still feel it coming. She was still feeling a little weird down there, after... after what Jackie had done, but that wasn't any excuse to falter in her duty now.
Even if she had to stay untransformed and weak. Looking around the schoolyard, she reaffirmed it was the right moment; the black-haired girl she was going to talk to was sitting on a bench by herself, unpacking her lunch instead of opting for the cafeteria stuff.
She made sure it was the right girl one last time, too, comparing her to the picture Puchuu had given her. Satisfied it was, she screwed up all her courage, coming over to where she was sitting.
"Hello there! Would you mind if I sit with you?"
"Oh, feel free! I'm new in this school, so I don't know many people yet. What's your name?"
"I'm Olivia, nice to meet you!"
"Kerrie, and the same right back!"
If she was suspecting anything, she didn't show it, despite the quiver in Olivia's voice. Stiff upper lip, 'Livia, stiiiff upper lip!
"So, uh, what do you do for fun, if you don't mind me asking?" Olivia asked, internally cringing at how awkward she was sounding.
Nodding, Kerrie took a bite from her sandwich, chewing and swallowing before replying. "I usually just read books, but sometimes I go out to play sports, too, my mother drags me out for volleyball sometimes. How about you?"
Oh, this was going to be sooo bad. "I, uh... I used to do sports, too, but then something pretty important came up that's been taking up most of my time. I could show you, if you'd like?" That's right, keep it vague, don't blurt out you're a magical girl...
"Sure, why not! Do we have enough time during lunch break?"
"Just, uh, come along, behind the gym."
"... You're not trying to lure me away, are you?"
"I- what? No, I don't want to do it where everyone can see, is all."
Before lunch break was over, Olivia had shown Kerrie she was a magical girl, ascertained that she truly was a candidate to become one herself when she clearly remembered her transformation and gotten a new best friend forever.
And yet she still had to try and not flunk the surprise math test immediately after lunch. Her stomach was churning, and not just because of any possible leftover fluids she hadn't gotten out yet.
Experiment #23a: Inject Subject Alpha ('Jackie') with mixture #8 and ascertain any configuration changes before administering the antidote. Make note of any changes in skin pallour and, if possible, ensure manual override functions while under the effects.
Experiment #23b: Inject Subject Alpha with mixture #9a and ascertain any configuration changes before administering the antidote. Make note of any changes in skin pallor and, if possible, ensure manual override functions while under the effects.
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Experiment 48f: Inject specimen Viridi Lupus, 'grasswolf', with fertilizer mixture 16c, 'hellgreen', and observe results over a period of 48 hours. Note, make sure to chip them this time.
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Experiment 128j: Finally figure out how to disable the censor by hacking into the admin net and reversing permission sets while making it look like some incompetent asshole on their end was at fault. Need to finish assembling the interfacer first, need to override Subject Alpha more often.