Rousing from the sleep of the recently deceased, you get up off the operating table you're slowly growing accustomed to, idly noting Brian seems to have enlarged the lab somehow. Around you are two rows of similar operating tables to the one you got on last night, after all the overtime you did on the new items and the preparations for the new implants.
Checking yourself over, you just got an irritating itch or two in several places, but otherwise you are fairly fine. Laying a hand on your chest, you can faintly feel your enhanced heart pumping, the secondary one a little to the side similarly hard at work.
Good, good.
Your skin doesn't really feel any different, no trace of the added scales supposedly added under it to be found, so you'll just have to trust Brian didn't trick you somehow, or just forgot while working on your hearts.
"Chuuh, you're awake at last," the unsurprisingly present Puchuu says, strolling in around the corner of the suddenly much larger space. "The operation went well, I also increased the dosage of sedatives to account for your regeneration and other chuhanges, chuh. Do you feel anything weird?"
"Itchy," you complain, scratching your neck a little.
"Chuh, a completely normal reaction to the subdermal armor. Should go away in an hour or two, puchuuh. You chuhd probably go eat breakfast."
"Mhm." Nothing wrong with breakfast.
As you go about your daily ritual to pay tribute to the breakfast gods, you decide you may as well use the time you're waiting for your bacon to get crispy, stepping down from your little ice stool.
"Brian," you call his attention to yourself, taking your time to come over and sit down for a moment. "New monsters?"
"Chuh, there are reports of mysterious deaths in the forest outside of town, puchuh, kind of like with the goblins you got familiar with," Brian explains, causing one of your eyebrows to rise.
Minimally, but it does!
"... Goblins." You don't like goblins. They're icky, annoying and get everywhere like cockroaches. Stinky stinky goblins
"Chuuh, unlikely to be them, no vandalism to go along with the deaths and disappearances, and it's just been a few, so it could be a false alarm either way. Puchuh." Pacing around on the desk a little, Brian swishes his tail around, to the point you grab your glass of orange juice before he can throw it down. "Annoychuhly, there doesn't seem to be a trace of a third anomaly, making for a break in the pattern- either somechuh is hiding carefully, going to be discovchuhd another way or something is going very, very wrong. Chuuh."
"... Could be another girl?" You ask, clarifying when your magical mascot just stares at you with his head tilted. "Another Puchuu, other girls. They could do it?"
"Chuhchuhchuh, unlikely, but chuhre, it's a possibility," Brian agrees. "Either way, not much to be done about it right now."
You do agree to that.
"Chuh, before I forget, here's the coin left after settling everything with the materials," Brian says, pushing a small sack of coins your way. "Have fun with it."
More coins are always good. Glitter shiny take
Having finally managed to turn one of your earlier ideas into practice, and only leaving a few spaces in the ever-expanding forest around your base a frozen wasteland where every plant unlucky enough to be within your radius was shockfrosted to death, you have now moved on to mobility training, using your enhanced speed with your ice platforms to move yourself around so as to avoid sudden attacks.
It is essentially taking your speed and turning it into dodging on demand, two related, but fairly different things. Of course, you do need some way to actually be attacked as you practice, but thankfully you have all the resources you need for this on hand.
Stratching out a hand, you make a rubbing motion with it. "Belly rubs," you say, the trio of grasswolves you are 'playing' with already having grasped the concept.
They come leaping at you, you try to jerk yourself out of the way through the platform you're sitting on. If they miss, they have to try again. If they land on your platform, they're getting their bellies rubbed thoroughly before being shoved off again.
It takes a bit, but it is also fun. Even if you have to shove a hard doggy penis away a couple of times to let them know this isn't that kind of playtime.
No matter how much fun playing with the more or less subordinate canines is doggies, you do still have to get on to other matters, such as talking to Viridis, the catplant spirit lounging about in what used to be your backyard before dense vegetation ate through everything as it was replaced.
Now, it looks much more like a forest clearing immediately adjacent to the back wall of your base in the Overcity, the foliage almost blocking out the constant, low-level amount of light present in the empty sky, the area instead lit up by several vibrantly colored fruits emitting their own lights.
As always, Viridis is nearby, absently stroking her already swelling tummy as she ponders over several mounds of earth, where she buried the couple of 'gifts' you brought her earlier. "Viridis," you announce yourself, her attention settling on you as soon as you do.
"Aww, my little breeder," she says almost gently. "What might you need?"
"..." You try to find a way to communicate your intentions without wasting too much energy on speaking. "... Fruits of my labour?"
"Ah, yes, I remember," Viridis breathes, prowling towards your general direction. "That old deal. As any animal in the forest, you may avail yourself to any other animals or plants to be found within it, so long as you do not take too much... but as you give a great amount, you may receive a great amount in turn, no?"
Grasping your hand in hers, she lays it upon her stomach, letting you feel the life swelling within.
"Simply stretch out a hand, and the fruits will fall upon it. Hunt any creature, to breed or be bred, to devour or tame, within reason. And the more you give to the forest, to me... the more you may take. Nature is as simple as that," she smiles at you.
"Mhm," you make, taking that in. Law of the jungle, crossed with just enough environmentalism to make it clear that unsustainable behaviour will be made unsustainable.
"Of course, as you are my mate, you may simply command the animals to follow your commands, though do remember your word is not absolute, and any you take will be a part of your debt," Viridis cautions you. "Though so long as you do not overdo it, it shall scantly be an issue."
Well, that does clear that up, you suppose. Taking along a pack of grasswolves is now an option, if nothing else, and all you need to do in return is have lots of sex with Viridis and possibly breed more forest creatures... and with forest creatures.
Now all you need to do is find out what exactly those fruits are supposed to do...
Brian, as it turns out, actually already took a look at the fruits growing in Viridis' domain, something you probably should have expected by now.
"Chuuh, here's my notes on their effects, chuhst ignore anything you don't understand." Taking a look at the piece of odd-feeling paper the Puchuu waves over towards you as soon as you ask (you're fairly sure it wasn't there before), it seems these fruits actually have several potentially beneficial effects... if you're getting this right.
While not directly conveying any mana they may contain towards a given subject upon ingestion, they seem to supercharge normal regeneration in short doses, essentially letting a creature eating enough of one regenerate a lot of mana for a short time... somehow.
You try to figure out what Brian wrote about, but it seems like mostly random ramblings interspersed with pseudo-scientific terms that might actually be real science, now that you think about it... Still, what the hell is a 'magic-mana hyperregulatory process' and why does it result in more mana at the end, instead of less?
Anyways, side effects include, but are not necessarily limited to enhanced libido, 'rationality restructuring', ignored gender preferences, potentially permanently enhanced libido and the list goes on, but you get the gist easily enough; ingesting these will make you have more mana in the moment, but also hornier.
You briefly reconsider whether it's alright to consume something like that, but hey, college, weirder stuff. At least you'd need to seriously overdose on these for any permanent effects, if you're reading this right.
Incidentally, the differing glowing colors of these fruits actually seems to coincide with their taste, with individual trees producing a seemingly random assortment of them. From tasting like apples to watermelons to blueberries, it seems anything sufficiently fruity goes.
Anyways, you probably should look into getting a couple of these to keep on hand, though you can't help but wonder if there isn't some easier way to carry some with you. Their sizes vary almost as much as their appearances, despite sharing most of their DNA, according to Brian's analysis, and you do have a distinct feeling that more would be better, in this particular case... except stopping time to eat isn't exactly in the cards, for you.
It takes a bit of experimentation, and honestly more fruit that you're comfortable taking at once, with Viridis giving you a hungry look already telling you that she's considering tying you down and force-feeding you from her breasts (you do your best to suppress the instant erection), but ultimately, you succeed in creating an easier-carried version of the standard fruits you could otherwise have been lugging around. Ice cream ice cream ice cream
Unfortunately, you can't create ice cream, as you don't have the time nor the energy to try and gather all the ingredients and try to get this just right, but what you do manage is to flash-freeze the fruits you're working with just right and, simultaneously, grind the now frozen delicious treat to create a little specialty you actually poke your head out of the portal to look up on your phone.
You can, with minimal effort, create sorbet out of fruits and similar, your magic taking over the act of freezing and grinding what you use it on. This, is a massive discovery, and one you are very proud of.
Now all you need is some tupperware boxes and to stop eating this stuff, but it is very, very tasty. Yum yum yum
This might be more troublesome than you'd thought... at least your reserves of chocolate bars should hold out longer now.
Coming out again, you directly approach Viridis, walking towards her and taking in the hungry light in her eyes.
Too bad you aren't planning to spend the night having sex with her.
Getting up on your toes, you notice a critical flaw in your initial plan; as you are too short, you cannot reach Viridis' face. Luckily enough, you have developed ways to overcome your state as vertically challenged, so you just lean forwards to kiss the catplant spirit woman's stomach before growing a small stool of ice under your feet, allowing you to reach her face, luscious lips welcoming yours eagerly.
It's tempting. Veeery tempting. Kitty! But you have work to do, and that won't happen spending all night fucking.
Even if you really want to.
Turning around, you hop off of your magically created ice, walking back towards the house. Looking back over your shoulder at the pout Viridis is giving you, you just resist the urge to adjust your panties. "Have to find prey," you explain, and while it doesn't ease her disappointment, she does seem to understand your rationale.
"Very well, but don't keep me waiting... too long." Knowing the way Viridis perceives time, you make note you should probably spend the night in her garden within the next couple weeks, just to be sure.
Either way, you give her a nod and, returning inside, wander off to find Brian. "Brian." He isn't in the kitchen. "Brian." Doesn't seem to be upstairs, either, where you sometimes seem him skitter around. "Brian."
That last call down the stairs did the trick, the mascot modeled after a black cat poking its head out of the basement door. "Chuuh, what is it, Jackie?"
"Scouting. You coming?"
"Puchuuh... One moment." Disappearing back inside the lab, you can hear hammering, the sounds of glass breaking, an angry cat and a small explosion. "Ready, chuh. Are we investigating the unidentified magical signal, chuh?"
"Mhm," you confirm, holding out a hand for him to jump on and reach your head easier.
What? You may not be a giant fan of it, but if he's going to sit on your head anyways, you may as well get him there without tearing at your outfit, infinitely recoverable as it may be.
Flying over the roofs of the city, and noting just how annoyingly strong the wind becomes too far up so you quickly get back to just a little above street level instead, it doesn't take you very long to reach the approximate area the magic sensors Brian apparently placed around the city picked up an unknown kind of magic.
You actually get to see one, too- a clunky, black device, affixed to the side of a building and quietly whirring from time to time. You mostly just leave it alone, though; mundanes seem to regard it as just one of those things you sometimes see on the walls.
You're convinced, anyways.
Still, as you proceed onwards, you can't help but feel a certain kind of... pressure, in the air- it is immediately obvious what Brian's network picked up on. At first, you simply register it as a background thing, but you are trying to be more aware of things like this, not to mention it has a feel distinctly similar to that antimagic prototype you had to fight.
Though it doesn't seem to be affecting your magic in any way you can tell.
Puzzled by this, you make sure to look around more, and soon discover an oddity: Many of the passerby you can see on the streets below you (like ants, just still too big) are dressed in... somewhat questianable clothes, with them being exceedingly tight, showing off more skin that you would expect at this time of night and seemingly considering this completely normal.
One of them basically wears straps to hide her nipples and that's it, even. Hehe, titties
"Brian," you call attention on it with a small nod, pointing the mascot on your head towards that particular specimen.
"I know, chuuh. Looks like a wide-area aura is affecting everyone, puchuh, though it only seems to readily impact mundanes... or take time to take effect, chuh. The source seems to be towards the south-west, chuuh."
Not having any idea what direction that is, you simply trust Brian when he points his tail towards it and change course accordingly.
On the way, you encounter a steadily increasing amount of public depravity, from people going with progressively thinner and less clothes up to complete nudity here and there, especially in younger people and kids, while public makeouts and even sex are becoming more and more common.
Just over the course of five or so minutes you can see three threesomes going in half-hidden nooks and crannies off the main roads, nobody so much as commenting on them. Clearly, whatever is doing this, it is deeply affecting everyone around.
Also, you don't think that guy's penis is going to fit into that girl, but hey, more power to them.
When you finally arrive at what seems to be the center of this anomaly, it seems to be a fairly mundane apartment building in the middle of Randomica City's southern residential districts, but to your magical senses, it seems to downright emanate waves of power.
"There," you say, notifying Brian.
Interested in investigating further, but much less interested in jumping right into the middle of all this apparent brainwashing power, you consider the apartment building and everything around it. As the entire situation's source, it has been having the most effect on its immediate surroundings, meaning you can observe how the situation elsewhere is likely to develop, if this thing keeps on growing stronger.
But first, expert opinions. "Brian. Opinions?"
"Chuuh, definitely a wide-area field effect, one that lowers inhibitions and drives the affected to have intercourse, chuh," your trusty mascot reasons, his tail swishing and flicking around. "And it seems to be growing stronger over time, though slowly, puchuuh. Sensor coverage is unreliable, but we can be fairly sure of this. Many kinds of monsters rely on mental effects, but few can operate on this scale, chuuh... We need more data on the details of this effect, chuh."
Surveying the surrounding buildings, you slowly consider which way to go. With everything in sight being awash with power invisible to the normal eye, you have a lot of places to choose from... though some are, naturally more likely to yield gainful results than others.
In one direction, you can see a hospital, a large complex with lots of windows you could look in on, as well as giving you the opportunity to observe how critical services are functioning under these conditions. Blegh white and stinky
Elsewhere, you can see a shopping mall, full of people busily moving in every direction, its high traffic and varied customer base hopefully making for a good case study. It's also sitting on some prime real estate for such a place, you suspect, as several other apartment complexes are rising into the sky not too far from it. Not all are close enough to the one you're avoiding, but plenty should be available on this account.
Also, there's an elementary school not far in the opposite direction. School is meh It's probably not a good thing it is this close to the source of this kind of mind warping influence, but if it affects children in some particular way, it'd be the easiest way to find out... and though class is not in session this late, you can see activity in the distance, so it stands to reason there are, like, clubs and such still active, its members staying late for various reasons.
Well, time to see how particularly malleable minds deal with this kind of influence, you suppose. It should help Brian find out the most about this, especially with more than enough miscellaneous mundanes to be looked at on the way, which is why you don't feel the need to go to places like the mall or the apartments.
Floating along in the general direction of the fenced set of buildings, you don't really take very long to simply get into its airspace, not that the currently open gate would have stopped you much regardless. Taking a look around, it seems there's a gym and the associated buildings towards your left, while the main school compound, with classrooms of all kinds, dominates the front and right of your vision.
You go towards the left first, though you can, unfortunately, not comfortably see into every room, as windows are sparse and, honestly, annoyingly angled. Nevertheless, what you can see by flying high up near the roof and looking through somewhat muddy windows where you can is fairly clear; an indoor basketball court has been built up, foldable hoops and all deployed to let several kids play.
Mostly naked, as an apparent matter of course, the majority of them wearing nothing but shoes and socks, moving about as one of them, a boy with some clearly visible tan lines, dribbles the ball along, throwing and actually scoring for his team with a small jump that has every soft part of his body jiggle, the opposing team too slow to stop him.
Towards the wall opposite from where you're looking in, several more kids are waiting, most likely taking a break from playing. Some are just sitting back, some are talking and joking around, and some... are exploring each others' bodies, touching and groping and pushing fingers everywhere they can.
Looking on as several girls take turns kissing each others' erogenous zones, and as two boys fondle each others' exposed genitals, your gaze falls upon what looks suspiciously like a somewhat overweight gym teacher, sitting with his legs spread wide and a brunette girl (also naked, of course) kneeling between them, her head bobbing up and down slowly.
You can't see any details, but what you see is fairly enough, you'd say. "Alright, that makes three to one," the teacher bellows, the kids already seeming to know what that means. "Winning team against the next one, Chanel come take over for Debra!"
Watching as the resting kids and the until now active ones exchange places, many going straight towards getting handsy with each other even as the teacher gets a new girl to suck him off, you glance at Brian. "This normal?"
"Chuuh, not enforced, just passively increasing libido in everyone and removing obstacles so things take their natural course," Brian nods, tail swishing. "That does narrow it down, actually."
Nodding back, you steer your ice platform around, circumventing the gym and homing in on the pool, where what you'd suspect to be a swimming club of some kind is holding its activities.
Activities that seem to consist of a bunch of naked kids clustering in the water, groping each other when they aren't having sex outright. Up front, as far as a 'front' exists, a female teacher has a couple of them, two boys and two girls, squat over clear, pink dildos apparently installed into the floor, moving themselves up and down on them as they penetrate their asses.
"The one thing you have to have, as a swimmer, is stamina," the naked woman with a pretty nice figure explains, many of the kids in the pool paying at least nominal attention, to the show if not here. "So while we've got limited equipment, you're all going to take turns going as long as you can, you can just play in the water to recover afterwards."
And indeed, before long one of the boys comes, his small package twitching and squirting out a couple shots of white fluid. "You alright there, Victor? Come on, up you go, you can play with the others, but everyone is taking a turn with that pole," the teacher says, gently pulling him up and stroking his balls.
"Chuh, clearly more direct... or maybe they just were the first to change the environment to fit their new perception of reality, chuuh?" Brian interrupts your thoughts. "They seem to believe this to be normal and proper, indicating a perception filter of some sort... or maybe someone was just particularly perverted and realized nobod would mind all of a sudden, chuh."
"Mhm," you make, observing the throng of horny students. "Main building. Hard to see?"
"Puchuuh, indeed, not all rooms seem to have convenient windows, and we might miss something... though I doubt it'd be a big issue. Then again, this is all up to you, chuh, I'm just advising."
"Mhm, inside," you eventually decide, not willing to ignore the opportunity of more data to feed into the Brian machine and, maybe, get rid of this persistent boner you've picked up.
Maybe it's what you've been watching, maybe it's this magical aura of horniness affecting you over time, but you really could go with blowing a load or two. Preferrably inside someone, too.
"Chuuh, very well. I shall just follow along and take notes for later, then," Brian says, jumping off your head and walking over to the edge of your ice platform, which you are already steering over towards the main entrance.
Before long, you're testing the doors, finding them to open easily enough and just like that, you're in.
The musty scent of schoolbooks and dust, something you associate with schools as it is, is immediate and heavy, only interrupted by a note of bodily fluids you make out as you sniff the air for a moment. Just in case, you engage your third eye for a moment, but as before, there doesn't seem to be any overt magic going on in this whole area, or at least if there is, you can't make it out under the sheen of the constant barrage of mind manipulating power battering this place and everyone inside it.
Well, time to take a closer look around. You can vaguely feel movement in several nearby rooms thanks to your tremor sense, somewhat faint as it is through your boots, and you are not disappointed- while far from every room you come across as you begin wandering the halls contains occupants, about half do, most of them engaged in some sort of sexual behaviour or another.
Students, teachers, all of them are present... quite a lot of teachers, even. You guess when fucking the students is a perfectly normal and acceptable thing to do, everyone is willing to put in the overtime. You do make it a point to actually observe and investigate, and it seems as though, despite the overall kinky bend everything has taken, everyone is still following at least surface levels of logic.
Quietly looking in and abusing your magic here and there, you can see clubs being active, detention being served and teachers upholding discipline while teaching various things despite the somewhat later hour... just with sex added to pretty much everything.
Chess club? Every time a piece is taken, someone loses a piece of clothing, and as there's a lot of boys in there, that is leading to a lot of homoerotic tension, as a bunch of them licking and sucking on each others' members indicates. Detention involes a lot less sitting still and quiet and a lot more gender segregation for simple convenience- the boys have to fuck a female teacher, being whacked by a riding crop she brought whenever they leave any hole unplugged for too long, while the girls are being methodically placed in a harness hanging from the ceiling so a couple of male teachers rotating in and out can double penetrate them in turns, all in seperate classrooms of course.
That latter one seems to produce a lot of gaping holes, actually, though the teachers are careful to keep lubed up so they don't cause too much injury.
Elsewhere, you can see what seems like some kind of music club playing instruments accompanied by rhythmic slapping and moaning, language clubs punishing mispronounciations by throatfucking... pretty much anything you could imagine going on in a school, plus sex.
Up on the second floor of the building, though, you come upon another scene, one you end up intruding on in short measure...
As you ascend the stairs, you can't help but hear some giggles and squeals, drifting out of a door not far from where you are, only leading against its frame. Curious, as well as possessed of still increasing horniness, you approach, poking your head through.
Sitting on a couple of desks dragged around to be a loose circle, a handful of girls are sitting, their feet dangling above the ground as their naked forms wiggle and move with their animated talking.
They don't seem too busy, and so you decide this is a good opportunity to let off some steam, coming right inside and arousing their attention.
"Who're you? And why're you dressed like that, it's way too warm!" Their apparent leader asks, clearing up what you'd already expected- a rationalization for the whole clothing situation. A couple of the students you met while going around the hallways had given you weird looks, but none of them really made any issue of it, so you didn't really bother doing anything about it so far.
Now, though... In lieu of answering, you pull your dress over your shoulders, letting it drop to the side before doing the same with your panties, letting the deep, green material that somehow ended up both soft and unyielding drop down your legs so you can step out of them.
Your hard erection pointing into the air, you tilt your head as you approach them. "... Horny."
"What's that?" "It's really big." "Bigger than Mister Johnson's!" "Why's it look like that?" "Isn't she a girl? I think she's a girl."
Making no secret of your eyes roaming their bodies, comparing and taking them in as they sit on the desks, their naked butts squished against the flat surfaces and bare pussies on full display, you just look around.
"Hey, let's take a closer look," one of them says, waving you over. "Over here!"
Following her gesturing, you get into the ring of desks, the girls exchanging afew glances before you're ushered onto one of said desks, your legs spread wide so they can touch your groin. Something you don't mind, your faintly glowing balls and knot enjoying the touch of small fingers, your cock being stroked and, eventually, licked.
"Doesn't taste weird or anything." "Are you sure? Look at how it looks!" "I kinda wonder how it feels like..."
At that last comment, you perk up, patting the desk next to you for the speaker to come up. "You can try it."
"Really? It's way too big!" "It'll never fit, I don't believe it." "It's the size of an arm!"
Biting her lips, the girl you're looking at nods, climbing up with you. "Okay, just be careful, okay?"
You just make space for the brunette, her slightly frazzy hair swinging after her as she slowly gets on her back, her legs spread widely for you. Before she can even settle down, you're at the forefront, your tapered tip rubbing at her slight lips. You don't give her any time to rethink it, steadily pushing forwards and discovering she is actually quite wet, a soft dampness welcoming your rod.
"Nhah," she gasps as you begin to fill her up, her small chest heaving as your meaty dick pushes into her body. Finally, you're fucking something.
When you start thrusting, she wriggles around until you hold her still, wordless exclamations leaving her throat with every time you get a little deeper into her, though you can obviously not get your whole dick in; with her size compared to your cock's, it's a miracle you can get halfway in already.
You don't let it deter you, though. "Nnh, stroke it," you tell the other girls who are just watching, fascinated at the disappearing act you're using their friend for. "Squeeze the knot. Base."
They have to talk it out for a bit, like girls always do, but before long they become active participants in your ravaging of their fellow, the slow undercurrent of 'you're all next' going through the room even as they begin to squeeze and knead your exposed flesh, talking to the girl you're fucking and giggling between each other all the while.
As you batter your victim's womb with your tip over and over again, you can't help but really get into it, keeping her in place with an iron (relatively) grip, everything she can do reduced to squirming in your grasp as you fuck your pleasure into her body. "Gonna cum soon," you breathe out, feeling like you should tell her. "Fill you up and make you pregnant."
Intensifying your pistoning into her tight little pussy, every thrust feeling like you have to split her apart anew from just how tight her little tunnel is, you can feel the massaging of your balls having an effect, slowly tipping you over the edge and you just press in as deep as you can, her womb yielding just a little and letting your tip just slightly tease her deeper depths as you spew for your cum, filling the shortest girl in this little round you found up with your alabaster liquid.
Breathing a little heavily and letting the thin sheen of sweat covering yourself be, you slowly pull out, the constant chattering of the girls around you ceasing as you proceed to turn the exhausted girl around, the brunette's arms flopping about a little as she attempts to regain control of them. She probably came a time or two while you were busy, but you couldn't really tell; she was way too tight already, and she wasn't really in any state to let you know otherwise.
So, now you have her on her stomach, her small back in front of you as you hold onto her waist, her slim butt slowly lifted by your grip. "Butt stuff?" YOu ask the other girls, tilting your head when they don't get it. "Can she do it?"
"Oh, uh, Mrs. Donnover teaches that stuff." "She really likes doing it, too, she has a huge collection of toys she always keeps ready." "Couldn't sit down for days the first time." "We had her earlier today, so she should be fine? She stretched her a lot, I think."
Good enough for you. Rubbing the opening that, indeed, soon gives way to your thumb, you position yourself, keeping the girl steady again.
And push.
In a single move, two thirds of your length disappear inside her, the novelty of actually being the bigger one for once actually really arousing, now that you think about it. Her cry of "Nghaaaah!" doesn't deter you, either, on the contrary; you immediately begin to work yourself deeper into her.
Her hands hit the desk a couple times, but she holds as still for you as she can, obediently enduring thrust after thrust widening her opening, something you reward by not going easy on her in the slightest, and soon enough you actually have your entire extremely manly manhood inside her bar the knot, a noticeable bulge showing in her stomach down below, as you soon feel the hands of her friends as they touch and stroke it, stimulating your cock inside her.
But you aren't quite done. "Just a little left," you whisper into her ear, her head down and ass up to allow you the best leverage possible. "Just the knot."
And with that, you begin to push in the last bit, the girl under you breathing heavily and screaming aloud for the first time when it finally, finally overcomes her instinctive resistance, spreading her anus wide open and making the muscle just contort around your knot, adding that last bit of pleasurable tightness you were missing with her pussy.
You keep her still like that, just lightly humping into her, until the constant pleasure tips you over, filling her guts with more of your seed, your knot sliding all the way inside her to seal her up.
You would maybe feel just a little bit bad at the pain you're causing her, if she didn't keep coming the whole time.
"Good little slut," you praise her, patting her head in-between feeling up her pussy and playing with her small, but very erect clitoris. "Taking it all."
By the time you're done expelling your spunk, she is done with the world at large, simply collapsing and slowly sliding off your length. Looking around at the rest of the girls that just kept quietly watching this last bit, some of them softly masturbating along with it, you tilt your head, regarding the slightly more developed bodies, though it's really more a matter of degrees.
Reaching out to fondle just very slightly bulging breasts, you tilt your head. "Who's next?"
One of them, the one you'd initially dubbed their leader, gasps softly. "Wait, we need to clean you up first! We learned that in Mister Callagher's class." "Right, right! That's important." "Yeah." "I wonder if it tastes nice?"
Before long, you have a bunch of elementary schoolers slurping on your dick, apparently eager to be thoroughly fucked out by you as soon as they're done. You have to say, this curriculum is really giving them some serious life skills.
Once your dick is cleaned up properly, you immediately begin pounding the next of the girls, her arms braced against the nearest desk and the rest of her body moaning with everything she's got, the furious slapping of your waist against her small, but cute butt filling the room and drowning out the others' noises as they masturbate to the sight.
You aren't done by a long shot, though. Your erection stands true even as you fill the second girl up, then the third, the fourth and fifth, all the students you found inside this room obediently taking your cock one after the other, no hole being spared the spread.
By the time you're through with all of them, the first one is conscious enough for the next round. And the cycle repeats, as cycles are wont to do, until you've fucked each of these horny elementary schoolers at least thrice, pumping them full of all the cum you have to give.
Without Viridis around to give you sweet nectar and other assorted treats, there is still an upper limit to your endurance in these matters, of course, and so you eventually just lean back and relax once you run out of cum, or at least that's how your balls feel by the end of it.
As the bloated forms lying around your surroundings and slowly oozing your semen can testify, a noticeable bump in each of their stomachs making it look as if they were just beginning to show a pregnancy; looking extra perverse on their small bodies.
Good. You want them pregnant.
At some point, an older man comes poking in for a moment, a trio of students preceding him on all fours and entirely naked save for the red leashes affixed to the collars around their necks.
"Hahaha! I see you students have been playing well today, too," he cheerfully announces, his naked penis bouncing with the vibrations in his slightly fattening gut. "Just make sure to rest and go back home soon, I'm making the rounds before closing up the school."
"Godcha, hadmasdah," one of the girls, you can't make out which, says; one of them is busy gently licking your balls with her small tongue, and that's all you can pay attention to right now.
Well, you probably should go, preferrably before someone notices you don't actually go to school at all, not to mention this one.
... Just a little longer, though...
In the end, you have to forcefully extricate yourself, but you have more work to do this evening, preferably soon-ish, and Brian is waiting for you, so you pull yourself together and just leave at some point after the apparent headmaster leads his pets away.
Once you have gathered your Puchuu, who just tells you it'd be best to gather more data for the time being, you simply get both of you onto an ice platform and float away.
You think about it for a moment, even consider to ask Brian about it, but ultimately decide that you'll just head for the hospital you saw earlier.
He'd probably tell you it's your decision and he's just around as an analyzer anyways. The lazy little fuck.
On the way, you go ahead and grab your phone, figuring you should probably warn Melanie. 'South side of the city is bad. Don't go there.'
That should be enou- 'Jackie, I am so sorry about what I did
Please dont be mad at me
I was just sleepy and confused
I dindt meant to'
... Well, shit. 'I am not mad,' you reply. 'Just keep away from the south side of town.'
'Okay
If you dont want me near you, I understnd'
...
'Big bad magical energy field
Makes people lose inhibitions, might affect you
Stay where you are, do not go south
Also, I do not care you sucked me off
Kinda liked it
Now go make sure you do not go south'
THERE. That should have done the trick. Looking up again, you brake your ice platform, realizing you nearly bumped into the hospital's wall.
"Chuuh, too bad. I wanted to see how it would fare against bricks," Brian bemoans, seemingly genuinely sad you didn't ram both of you against the stone.
Looking at him, you deliberately bump forwards.
The hospital itself looks, from your elevated viewpoint, fairly normal, all things told, with remarkably little in terms of fucking people scattered around the area that you can see. Sure, there are some, but they're mostly gathered around the small (minimal, really) part in the middle of the three bigger buildings making up the whole institution.
Scouting around a little longer, you soon find the windows to a whole lot of rooms, both examination rooms and patient ones, and confirm what you were already expecting; lots of sex going on in there, between patients, nurses, doctors and even visitors, unless you are mistaken.
Somewhat more interestingly, you can see a mother actively helping a doctor putting her son (that looks like he should be attending the school you just left) into a contraption involving a dildo slowly being pushed into and widening his ass, several straps and other devices keeping the kid in place with his small penis standing up straight, even as he watches the doctor open his labcoat to reveal his own dick, without further ado bending the mother over to drive it into her after a quick tug to the lingerie that was all she was bothering to wear in the first place.
A few rooms further, you can see a teenager riding her bedridden dad's cock, if you're judging the family resemblance correctly, even as another guy comes at her from the back, her mouth going round to the feeling of being double-penetrated.
"Chuuh, no compunctions about incest, it seems," Brian makes from his place on your platform. "More useful information, chuh."
Exploring around a bit, you don't take very long to figure out where what is, roughly speaking, as well as how to get around. First off, you move towards the building that, you estimate, contains all the intensive care cases around, the patients that need the most care and attention from the nurses.
Everything from emergencies to, as you quickly figure out as you come inside, the maternity ward. Which makes sense, you suppose?
You aren't a hospital administrator, you don't need to care.
Anyways, walking around as though you belong where you are is a time-honored tradition and reliable way to infiltrate just about most places, and so you easily just get inside, your identity as a magical girl undoubtedly helping disguise how inappropriate it is you're walking around where you are.
It doesn't take you long to find the maternity ward, but thankfully, the babies you can find by poking around a little aren't fed with a penis in their mouths, instead actually being taken care of with all the amenities modern medicine has to offer.
It would have been really awkward, otherwise. No offense, but babies just are a step too far, even for you.
The mothers, of course, are another thing entirely, as the doctor rutting one of the women resting in a shared room down the hallway proves. "Fuck, I fucking love fucking new mothers, these stretched cunts are amazing!"
"Harder, doctor, please!" The woman answers, gasping. "I need a hard cock again!"
"Hope your husband likes sloppy seconds, because I'm gonna do my damndest to knock you up again right away!"
They look like they're having fun.
Of course, they aren't the only ones, many other rooms are filled with the sound of sex as well, from any combination of occupants you could bother to think of. Nothing of the sort in the actual operating theaters, however; though you see a lot of people running around without pants, they still wear actual medical equipment where required, interestingly enough.
Another hint, according to Brian.
Anyways, with no current medical emergencies for you to watch as though this was some cheap TV drama, you move on, exploring the building and soon finding yourself in... the coma ward. Huh.
Watching as two men come out of a room, their half-hard penises visibly glistening with fluid, you can imagine what is happening around here. Though you do wonder...
After the displays of general perversion and depravity so far, you have to say... you are a bit horny, again. Something you will simply blame on being a magical girl going forwards, but also something you would like to take care of before proceeding further.
Going through the rooms one by one, you peek in, seeing several coma patients in various states- some have visitors, most don't, while many are naked and lying either over or under their bedsheets.
Men, women, adults, kids... pretty much anyone you could think of, honestly. Going from a room where a teenage girl is busy fingering a younger comatose boy's asshole and lightly squeezing his balls over one where a middle-aged man is visited by his family, that apparently felt the need to have a spontaneous incestuous orgy right there in the room, you finally come upon a couple of calmer rooms, finally settling on one where a young woman, somewhere in her early- to mid-twenties is lying, steadily breathing and completely bare for you to look at.
Generous golden hair, a nice pair of breasts and a slim waist, this pretty woman is everything you need to get your rocks off. Leaning the door against its frame, you come inside, quickly sliding off your panties and letting your dick spring to attention.
The patient's legs are stretched out, and so you just need to nudge them to the side a little to have access to her pussy, though you lick your fingers for a moment to feel her lips, slowly inserting them into your victim, quickly finding that she seems to be a little wet already.
Huh. Does the effect also work on coma patients? That would explain a bit, actually.
Either way, with that cleared up, you just quickly position yourself, thrusting your waist forwards to plunge into her, your tapered cock easily finding purchase and pushing it into her tight passage, her walls needing no conscious input to tighten around your intruder.
You speed up as soon as you have a good rhythm, holding onto the woman's waist and pumping as much of your manly manhood into her as you can, your face twisted into an expression of manly pleasure and even a low moan dripping with additional manliness that involes absolutely no panting and sounding cute echoing through the sickroom, when all of a sudden, the door opens.
For a moment, you think it might be a doctor, but it turn sout it's actually a visitor. "Oh, I didn't see you there," the simply dressed man says in surprise, by which you mean to imply he is actually wearing a speedo-esque pair of underwear. "I didn't know Jeanette would have another visitor."
"Just, saw her and wanted... to come in," you reply, not having stopped rutting into, apparently, Jeanette.
"I see," he smiles at you, coming up to the side of the bed to stroke her hair. "I am actually her fiance, you know. We were going to be married already, but the accident... Ah, but why am I telling you this, I wouldn't want to bother you. I can just wait a bit until you're finished, unless...?"
"..." Well, on the one hand you do want to finish this, but on the other hand, if this guy is her fiance, it would be pretty impolite to just keep her to yourself, wouldn't it?
You think it would.
And while you don't really mind being impolite (or a giant asshole), you don't see a reason to do so right now, as an alternative solution is fairly obvious.
And so you just move to the side, lifting Jeanette's waist as you go and presenting her backside to her fiance. "Could take the back?"
Blinking, the somewhat average-looking man smiles at you. "Why, thank you! I would have been fine waiting my turn, but I certainly won't turn an invitation down."
Discarding his speedo, he reveals a rapidly growing, but still very human penis, spitting into his hand to lubricate it as he rubs himself to full hardness.
"I just got through the hottest nurse I could find, but I am always getting hard for my Jean... Ah, I can't wait for you to wake up." Even as he talks, he climbs onto the bed, angling himself to press against his lover's(?) ass. "You know, I have actually been developing a thing for doing this. Having sex with her with several people, I mean," he explains as she slowly starts to push.
Your reaction is to thrust upwards and into her, claiming the comatose woman's pussy for yourself.
"I don't know why, but somehow it just... came up, recently. And I've been enjoying it a lot. I'm sure she would, too, if she was awake... but the doctors have been telling us she was getting better all the time, lately." Now properly inside her, you can feel his penis rubbing against your larger one, just a thin layer of woman seperating you from each other.
"Mhm." It's an oddly intimate experience.
"God, she's just still so tight..." For a long moment, both of you just fuck the woman sandwiched between you, and for a little while, you just work towards your own orgasm, fully intent on knotting and, if possible, knocking up Jeanette while her fiance is fucking her ass.
"You're a good kid, aren't you? Quiet, but really polite." You briefly consider how you generally behave in reaction to that one.
You shake your head. "Nuh." A good kid wouldn't hope to knock this comatose woman up while neither she nor anyone else in the general area is thinking straight.
"Haha, guess I'll just have to trust your judgement, then," he says, answering your increased speed with his own, the room filled with the sound of balls slapping and grunting.
And you are certainly not moaning like a little girl as you get close. The very thought is completely divorced from reality.
Slowly but surely, you ram your knot into Jeanette, managing to get the wide chunk of sensitive material inside her pussy bit by bit until, finally, it's all in, plugging her up so your spunk can fill her without being pressed out, a shudder going through you as you feel your climax swelling, nearing the moment when you can pump her full of babies. "Close."
"Just a moment." Hammering himself in, too, the man on the opposite side of the woman you're technically totally raping panting, his every move just making you feel harder. "Let's come together. You hear that, Jeanette? We're going to both fill you up, front and back."
And just like that, with the woman's fiance kind of cheering you on, you come, flooding her womb with your splooge in thick, heavy bursts and hopefully getting her nice and pregnant.
Over on the other side, both hands slung around Jeanette's stomach, the guy breathes heavily for a few moments before slowly pulling out. You stay for a bit longer, waiting for your swelled knot to deflate a bit so you don't pull her pussy inside out, but before long you have the patient in the room lying down again, a heavy blush covering her cheeks and her own breathing accelerated with the obvious traces of intercourse slowly trickling from her lower end.
"Now then, time for the main course," Mister Fiance says, taking the position you took earlier, kneeling between her legs and getting right back to fucking her. "Oh, I absolutely love this. You're filled with someone else's seed, Jeanette, and you feel so wonderful..."
You'll just leave the weirdo to himself. Exiting, you look at where Brian is waiting beside the door, taking a couple moments to wipe your cock with a paper tissue (you made sure to bring some just for occasions like this) before addressing him.
"Any ideas?"
"I may have some, chuuh. Judging from what we've seen, I would judge this to be a demonic corruption field, which is either very good or very, very bad, puchuuh."
You repress the urge to sigh. "I see."
'Melanie am coming over'
'Wait, why Jackie
Have to clean up first'
'Do not bother'
You already saw how she keeps her room when not expecting visitors, and it wasn't anything too bad. That said, you'd best get on extracting more information from Brian now. "Brian. Demons?"
"Demonic corruption, chuuh, though it likely is them it doesn't have to be," he corrects you, as though you ever particularly cared about unnecessary details like that.
At your impatient look, he swishes his tail. "Demons are commonly the creatures hailing from the dimension we know as 'hell', chuh, though it has precious little to do with the religious connotations that word implies, puchuh. Many races and corresponding sub-races fall under the definichuhn, though their commonalities are-"
"Chuh," you make. "Chuuh."
"It's demons," Brian concludes at your tasteful and precise commentary. "Lots of corruptchuhn stuff, though some are more into that than others, chuh. Some demons are big brutes, some are crafty masterminds. The magical aura we could observe propagating itself had all the hallmarks of being demonic in nature with how if affected the mundanes, chuuh, and several kinds of demons gain power through acts of corruption, such as turning a whole city into an orgy, puchuuh."
"Jobs," you elaborately mention and question the reason everyone was still fulfilling their various occupations' requirements and obligations.
"Chuuh, demonic influences can have various effects beyond the broad strokes. Both complete debauchery and subtle influences are possible, chuh, depending on what the controller intends," Brian points out. "Demons can only rarely enter this world on their own, but it is known to happen, chuuh, and demonologists can summon them with the correct resources. It is hard to tell what the case is here, but there are roughly two broad categories of demons you will have to worry about."
You tilt your head at Brian.
"One, the brute kind of demon. Often bred to be footsoldiers, pretty dumb, but physically strong enough to be a danger to most magical girls and some kinds have magical abilities on top, puchuuh, making them a troublesome foe in a direct fight. You can usually recognize them for being hideous, malformed and/or covered in growths, horns, scales and similar over leathery skin, chuh. Literally bred over millenia to be the ideal soldier." At this point, Brian becomes a lot quieter. "Could've done it better, though. Chuh. In the first place, their idea of an ideal is questionabchuh at best and their competence is-"
"Chuuh," you make to get him back on track. You don't know why, but Brian seems startled when you do this, so you'll use it to the best of your abilities.
"Right, chuh. The smarter ones are usuachuh more humanoid, refined and beautiful. Less physical power, possibly more magical power, definitely smarter and more dangerous in general, puchuuh," he continues explaining. "Often use big sorcery or feed off of sin for various purposes, which would explain the big magical field, chuuh. If you can disrupt their schemes, they're weak in that moment, otherwise they're magically strong and likely have a few tricks up their sleeves, puchuuh."
"Mhm," you make to let him know you got all of that. "Schemer, then?"
"Could be a brute sent to gather sin for its master, chuuh, or a demonologist running out of control. Chuh. Both would be just as interested in gathering more power on the cheap."
Mhm, something to keep in mind, then. Also, you're nearly at Melanie's, so if you have any questions about this, now's the time.
It takes you a moment of knocking against the window, Brian having begged off to return back to the Overcity for the night, but soon enough Melanie lets you inside, with you clambering inside her room amidst conspicuous silence.
Now, silence is normal. You're pretty used to it, even, thanks to living in the Overcity most of the time, even if you don't particularly like the drowning quiet that everything there becomes when you don't have the walkman you got from Melanie running.
Or when the forest is asleep and doesn't produce enough noise to keep you happy. It's a small forest, sure, but you've noticed more living things inside it lately; obviously, Viridis is getting around to actually setting up a proper ecosystem.
But no, this silence is much worse than any mundane silence you can think of, for it is the most despicable and disturbing kind aside perhaps from an absolute one. This, is awkward silence, as Melanie looks at you and glances away repeatedly.
"Muh."
You decide to sit down on her bed and formulate your words carefully so as to leave no room for doubt or misunderstandings on your stance in this matter, if Melanie is going to make such a big thing about it.
"Strip."
"Wait, wha- Jackie!"
... Okay, in retrospect, you see why she might get the wrong idea. Shaking your head, you try again. "Melanie. Why are you mad."
"M- mad?" The teenager asks, shivering a little. "Jackie, I- I did something to you that isn't right and I told you that- that I-"
"Muh." Getting up again, you stride over towards the owner of the room you're in, in an exceedingly manly and grown-up way that does in no ways resemble tottering about, eventually creating a block of ice to stand on with a moment's concentration.
"Jackie, what- Oof!" There. Melanie is getting a hug. Hugs are supposed to calm people down, right? Hugsies are the best
Right.
"Jackie..." Melanie brings out, sounding a little crushed. "You're crushing my luuungs..."
Oh yeah, you're probably physically stronger than her. You forgot.
Letting go and returning to your previous position, you regard the exaggeratedly breathing girl. "We good?"
"Whatever you say, Jackie," Melanie wheezes. "It's just... I was so worried, because I did that to you when I wasn't thinking and you just left disappeared for the last few days and..."
Not intent on letting her ramble on forever, you pomf, er, slam your hands onto the bed in a manly manner. "Was busy. Lots of busy. No going south for you."
"Right, you wrote that," Melanie says, rubbing her eyes a little. "What's going on over in downtown? You said-"
"Corruption aura," you cut her off. "People have little clothes and sex everything."
Truly, you are a poet at your core.
"Wait, in public? Just like that? And with 'everything', do you mean-"
"Veil," you explain extensively as to how and why things are happening as they are. "Still doing jobs, just also lots of sex."
"Huh..." Melanie is lost in thoughts for a moment, an opportunity you take to start wiggling out of your clothes. "Wait, I remember there being a bunch of stuff because my old elementary school was- Jackie, what are you doing?"
Pausing in taking off your panties, you tilt your head. "Stripping."
"No, like- urgh, why are you stripping?"
"Sleepy. Sleep with you."
"Jackie- and why are you stripping like... that?"
You tilt your head in the other direction. "Like what?"
"Like a stripp- Nevermind that, Jackie, are you really okay with doing this after... what I did?"
You pomf your hands down again. "Sleepytime. Sucking off feels good." Using your supernatural swiftness to disappear under the bedcovers, you poke out just your head before lifting it, patting the bed where Melanie is supposed to go. "Sleepytime."
Melanie sighs.
Melanie watched with one eye open as the small, downright delicate girl slept in her arms, Jackie cuddling into her now that she finally fell asleep.
"Fuuwah~..."
And snoring the cutest snore ever possible. Then again, Jackie was, in general, a very very cute kid.
That just made it all that much worse, though. How she risked her life and worse daily to fight and kill horrible monsters that would just love to get their paws or claws or whatever else on her. All to keep regular people safe that she didn't really care about, how would she when there was no point in building up any sort of connections with them only for them to forget her or rationalize her away?
Melanie wondered, for a moment, if Jackie had been a magical girl from a young enough age she just didn't remember ever having been normal. It made sense, in some horrible way, she supposed; Jackie was just doing it because it was what she knew to do.
The only thing she knew to do.
"Fuuwah~..."
Somehow, that was the worst of it, Melanie supposed. Everything else she might have done, she might have otherwise become, all turned towards the single goal of defeating horrible rape monsters. Unless she lost and got raped herself.
Looking at the slight, porcelain limbs circling Melanie's waist, the delicate face sleeping expressionlessly and the subtle movement of Jackie's chest, Melanie's thoughts inevitably circled back around to memories of that time she had... behaved like that.
When she'd pushed Jackie into letting her satisfy her weird oral fetish while she was half-asleep and become, she'd felt, just another horrible monster in Jackie's life. Sure, she'd said she didn't mind, but...
How much of that was genuinely liking what she had done and how much was just... Jackie being used to everyone in her life being after her body? Because Melanie didn't want that. She wanted...
"Fuuwah~..."
What Melanie wanted in a partner was someone she could trust, and that trusted her in turn, she supposed. She didn't usually go out of her way to actually think about things like that, but she felt this was actually important because-
Because she'd kinda liked it, sucking and licking on that inhuman cock, drawing out its large load and drinking as much of it down as she could. Sometimes, in the quiet times when she was showering, she even thought about how it would have been to just... let it all splatter over her, as she looked up with hungry eyes at...
Jackie.
"Fuuwah~..."
Did she want to think of the much younger girl this way? Would Jackie want to think of her this way? And how weird would it be if she asked about trying another load from that big fat shaft hidden on the much too small girl in relation to it?
Thoughts like that kept her awake deep into the night.
"Now you just need to reach deep inside you and find the strength that rests within, chu!"
"Like, I can totally feel it coming! I'm coming, weird little snake plush toy!"
It resisted the urge to sigh, like it often did lately. A job was a job was a job, and sometimes it needed to go the extra mile to do the right thing.
Such as finally getting ThatOnePuchuu taken out in a way that didn't let it conduct horrible experiments on everything that moved. Yes, sure, there was some personal bias in that evaluation, but it couldn't help but feel it was correct in making it.
Unfortunately, its target was renown for being one of the worst motherfuckers even around middle management, and it showed. Hence the... drastic, measures it was taking.
"I'm coming, disappointingly-not-a-unicorn! I'm comiiiiiing!"
Such as the girl dressed worse than a stripper it had found in the middle of nowhere, somehow being ignored despite her unusual attire. And not because everyone was dressing that way like over in the demon lair's area it had found last week and reported for someone else to deal with at some point.
"I can feel it! I can, like, feel the power within! I AM...! STRIPPING DOWN FOR LOVE AND JUSTICE, LETTING NOT A THREAD ESCAPE! MAGICAL GIRL NAKED NIGHT!"
"... You don't seem to have changed into your magical girl attire, though, chu," it told the newest addition to its roster.
"Awh, come on, this totally is my magical girl at-thingy! Look, it has everything I'd ever need right here, see? I just, like, had everything perfect already!"
The Puchuu in the form of a snake, also sometimes going by Snakechu these days, decided not to comment.
Sifting through the reports' immaterial form, Pure repressed the urge to sigh, wishing, not for the first time, that they could just use paper like anyone with sense would. Or better yet, computers.
Yes, sure, they were a venerable organization drawing their roots back to the beginning of the universe and had seen countless civilizations rise and fall in their time, but did upper management have to insist all reports be handed in in the form of thoughts?
Horribly messy things, really, they always tried to slip through any fingers holding them and spill into every corner, their contents scrambled and nigh unusable.
Nevertheless, Pure was continuing to do his duty, as he always did. This was but one of many of them, truly, but no less important- moreso now that ever.
Or most times, at least. A few aeons in and everyone grew used to pulling a bit of overtime when it needed to be done.
Using all his eyes to carefully make sure all the thoughts he was carrying upon his arms and wings were staying in place, Pure began sorting through the reports brought in through the priority channels. It was vaguely meditative for him at this point- an emergency reinforcements request here, an unconfirmed hole into Nothing there, early symptomps of a possible alien invasion went over to this department and-
Oh. Normally, this would just be a minor notice, sent out to available fixers as convenient, but the location of this particular demonic disturbance meant it was automatically flagged for this level of perusal... and here Pure had hoped he wouldn't need to deal with anything from that place for the foreseeable future.
Yes, this was going to need to be reviewed... and looking over the available reports, Pure's eyes began swirling in mild irritation. This should have been brought to his attention weeks ago- fate hotspots, hellmouths and the like needed to be carefully monitored and attended to with the appropriate levels of force on hand, not effectively left to a single agent, mistrusted and set up to fail as it might be!
Flapping his wings, Pure appeared the next dimension over, accurately targeting the Department of Accounting, Redistribution and Kaleidoscopic Envisioning Reborn.
Pure did not like the name back before The Incident and he liked it even less now, but it was not his place to question his superiors' decisions. But this... this was something he could actively act about, whip these whippersnappers into shape and get this all cleared up.
His eyes were shining in anticipation. It wasn't often anyone made mistakes of this sort anymore, and whenever they did, it was his job to straighten things out, so he was more than anticipating hearing the reasons why he was not notified the nameless city whose name had been conveniently stolen had turned into a hotspot of this kind.
The employees were scrambling at the sight of him. Good. Pure Light Under The Heavens did not often get to come out and play.