Blinking awake, you blearily look around, finding that you are assailed by boobs.
They are not of immense size by any means, but rather just enough to block your sight from under the bra they are under.
Remembering where you went to sleep last night, you soon realize who they belong to, too, and so look up to find Melanie still asleep, though an alarm soon changes that, a grumbling teenager blindly feeling for her phone to throttle whatever is making that shrill sound.
Only to freeze when she sees you watching her.
Looking up at the also sleepy eyes of the girl whose front you're cuddling into, you do the first thing that comes to mind.
"... Muh." Feeling your way up her body, it takes you but a moment to fumble with her bra, ignoring her mumblings of your name as you push her bra up, giving you access to her small, but swelling breasts.
"Ah..." As soon as you do, of course, you are right on them, your lips taking in a nipple as you begin to lick and suckle to your heart's content. "Jackie...!"
You've had a lot of practice with Viridis. Therefore, it is no surprise that, with just a bit of thoroughly applied expertise, you have Melanie winding and shaking under your ministrations, gasping sweetly all the while.
"Jackie~... There won't be any milk no matter how much you suckle..."
An interesting hypothesis. To prove it, you must do you best to disprove it with all available methods, and so you switch sides as a hand comes up to play with and massage the teat you just vacated.
You are much better than any alarm clock, you're sure.
You continue like that for a bit, sucking on and playing with Melanie's breasts, proving that you do not believe in discriminating by size- any boobs are boobalicious after all- and dry humping her a little, your morning wood languidly sawing between her thighs.
Still, you don't have forever, and so you soon have to get up... your still present erection throbbing in the air, as you refuse to cover it with panties when you can wave it in front of Melanie instead. It even has a bit of precum oozing out of the tip, spreading a certain smell you are fairly certain she notices.
Unfortunately, she doesn't jump on it, though. "Come on, Jackie, remember my parents don't know you're here... And you could totally just come by normally, you know? You don't have to knock on my window every time," she says, blindly grasping into her dresser.
... You probably shouldn't stay leering at her butt in pyjamas, no matter for cute it looks. "Mhm."
The first thing you do, when your vague thoughts of poking Melanie's belly with the tip of your dick until she at least jerks you off or something similar are countered by the fact she is about to get ready for breakfast, is to once again abscond to the Overcity... only to get right back out again, once you have Brian in tow.
And after you knocked on a door, saying Donna's name three times. Talking so much strains your facial muscles, but you do what you need to, which in this case means summoning the wandering merchant.
She will hopefully do as she was supposed to and show up so you can sell her stuff. And cum into a glass for her. Maybe she'll even like the sorbets you made and would be willing to buy them, too.
In the meantime, though, you have stuff to do. "Why'd you bring me all the way out here, chuuh?" Brian asks, held in your hand by the neck and dangled over the edge of the platform you're on.
"... Demons. Magic fields. Can orgies make me stronger?" This is incredibly important information here.
"... Chuuh, I don't, unless... Maybe with... Probably not, puchuh," Brian says, his tail swishing through the air above the busy street.
"... Suuure?"
"Chuh, pretty sure. Directly empowering yourself would require being partially demonic at least. Not just corrupted, defiled and having a few transplants, but actually becoming a demon, chuuh. Not recommended."
You are deeply disappointed and your day is ruined. Though... "Directly?"
"Chuh, if you found a way to access the source of the field and convert the corruption energy into something else, perhaps you could make use of it still," Brian ponders, his ears twitching in that way they do sometimes when he's deep in thought. "Would take effort, chough, and that depends on whether the field can be accessed after you defeat whatever is creating it."
"... How do they work?" That is important for this.
"Puchuh, demonic corruption. Every time a being in the area the magical aura affects commits an act of debauchery, chuh, it grows stronger, and as none of the mundanes were mutchuhting, it seems to be gathered at its locachuhn of origin." Brian seems to be in full lecture mode now, meaning you can probably reel him back in without fear of him hiding information on this topic. "If chuh can access this gathered energy, you could potenchuhally transform it, as I said, but converting demonic energy into anything else can be quite the chuhore, believe me."
"... How?"
"Chuuh, most likely a mixture of runes and gathering the correct ingredients, along with my own help... for a cut, of course, puchuuh."
You stare at Brian.
"You wouldn't get anything at all from this otherwise, and this is technically against all kinds of regchuhlations, chuh," Brian warns you. "I am being generous here."
"Chu."
"Okay, a small cut, chuh, are you happy?!"
You quitely enjoy the feeling of having won a victory.
"Anyways, chuuh, if we're doing this, you will need to know a bit about how lasting magical fields and auras work, puchuh, and why only specialized monsters or casters ever really make use of them, chuuh. To begin with..."
What follows is Brian explaining to you the exact science behind setting up magical fields, at a level you can understand, at any rate.
Most creatures that do this kind of thing are heavily specialized in it, for starters. All demons are specialized in terms of demonic magic, for example, making magical auras of this kind more common for them, though even you could, theoretically, create an ice aura that just cools down and frosts over everything in reach.
In fact, what Viridis is doing is partially this, spreading her magical affinity with life and the proliferation thereof into her surroundings, though her case is somewhat more differentiated as she does many more things at once completely instinctually.
The issue, then, is actually powering and sustaining something like that. Even with your own significant reserves, you could spread a small aura around yourself for a minute or two at most, making practical usage of something like this pretty much impossible.
Demons, again, get around this issue by having demonic energy corrupt mortals, as one way to go about it, in this case eroding their morals and making them produce more demonic energy every time they commit an immoral act of some kind, heavily geared towards lust in the case you observed.
The one most commonly used, as apparently it just works the best.
Viridis, on the other hand, has her aura proliferate through every living being under her influence, every bit of growth resulting in not only more strength for herself, but also in increasing the intensity of her aura, letting life spread at explosive rates compared to a 'natural' progression, and adapt using both her own magical field and some additional powers.
That Brian remains cagey about, for some reason, but no amount of dangling makes him fess up.
So in order to create a big aura, you would need some way for it to sustain itself, rather than just using your own reserves. A tall task, honestly. While magic regularly tells physics to go kill themselves, it still does work by expending energy more often than not.
In related news, destroying or breaking an aura is fairly easy, simply by disrupting its source. It is essentially just a particularly attuned type of magic saturating an area until it begins to affect it, after all. Said source could be anything from a particular magical item meant to handle the kinds of energy involved, a living demon using itself for much the same purpose with the goal of transferring the energy generated or permanently increasing its own strength very slowly over time or even just a particular area in general attuned to this type of magic in much the same way the originator would have to have been.
Incidentally, yes, with a strong enough attuned magic item, one could also create an aura- it would just use that item's power up extremely fast, unless it was somehow the type that generated more energy than it used up. Which, again, is why demons are so known for doing this, seeing as how they simply generate energy on the cheap in any major population centre.
Beyond the bounds of a big city, the aura simply wouldn't be able to extend itself for long and fizzle out, therefore defining its maximum reach if left unchecked... though Brian once again urges you to stop it before then, seeing as it spreads very slowly.
"Whatever is creating it is very cautious, chuuh, and taking things slow," he explains, using a small diagram chart he pulled from out of nowhere with a flick of his tail to show you statistical differences in differently applied demonic fields. "Hence the slow spread and relatively gentle chuhange in behaviour, letting civilization continue to function more or less as intended, chuuh."
All this information is fairly new to you, though it does make sense, neatly slotting the why and how of your very first spell into a sort of generalized magical theory, if you were to call it that, defining it as a barely directed variant of this magical aura phenomenon with drastically improved performance through this direction.
"... Muh." However, you feel you need a little time to digest all of this, let the new knowledge settle in your brain; Brian isn't helping things by keeping on adding seemingly arbitrary terms and definitions, and it's just all becoming a little too much.
You need some way to take a break, relax and figure things out before you do more of this. Luckily, while your walkman and Viridis both are in the Overcity, temporarily unavailable, that doesn't mean you can't do anything else.
Looking something up really quick, you turn your ice platform around, darting off towards a certain place, guided by the almighty ability to look up a map with your own location updated in real-time.
Before long, you float above the middle school you were looking for. That's right, this is the place Olivia attends, and you shall bully her for a bit to waste some time!
Muahahahaha! "Muh." Muahahahahahahah!
Finding Olivia takes a bit, but you have become a self-ascribed expert, or at least reliable professional, in the field of looking in on schools from outside the windows, and so you simply need to spend about half an hour floating around repositioning yourself repeatedly to finally find her.
With Brian aware you're taking a quick break from questioning him (he scampered off for a few hours promising to come find you in a couple of hours) and yourself kind of nostalgically wishing back the times he was super cagey about everything and just answered a few questions per day at maximum before ignoring you, you pull out your secret weapon.
A black cube lined with glowing runes traced into it with sharp tools. Knowing what it does and how it works, you keep an eye on your victim, noting that she doesn't really seem to be quietly talking or otherwise communicating with anyone else around her, unlike her classmates.
In any case, she is about to feel a lot less lonely.
Much as you would like to, blasting through the windows would likely be counterproductive, and so you instead go the long way around, fully expecting class to stay in session for a while yet.
Opening the door to the classroom you spied your victim inside of once you've made it through the front doors and beelined straight towards it without being confused at accidentally looking through the wrong door and checking all the classroms in the area before noticing, you raise your head a little, satisfied at your impeccable sense of direction.
Olivia, of course, is confused at seeing you, blinking and likely wondering why nobody else is reacting to this sudden intrusion.
"They can't see," you explain casually as you walk over towards her, subtly feeling the cube tucked away in the folds of your dress.
"But-" she begins, only to be shushed by her teacher, having completely neglected to whisper like anyone else.
Continuing unimpeded, you decide to move behind Olivia's seat, slightly annoyed by the height of the chairs here. You can make do, but it'll be a bit annoying.
Putting your hands on her waist from behind, you tilt your head, your white hair falling over her green. "Open."
"What-" She whispers this time, though all she achieves is you putting a finger on the front of her crotch.
"Open."
"I'm not going to-"
Your grasp becomes tigher now, squeezing the sides of her legs. "Open," you demand imperiously.
Olivia looks around for a bit, swallowing hard. "If I do, do you promise not to hurt anyone else?"
You answer by shifting your hands upwards, groping her breasts that actually dare to be bigger than yours. An unforgivable act that must be punished by lots and lots of molestation.
Your victim shifts in her seat as she does as she was told, opening first the button, then the zipper of her jeans, bringing you to the next part of your plan. "Up."
A light pull shows Olivia what you mean, and so before long you can just pull down her pants along with her panties, to about her thighs, whence you push her down again, the girl wincing at the cold plastic seat now directly under her butt.
Now all you need to is... Olivia holds back a surprised squeak as you lift her chair with her in it, easily and not at all exerting all your strength, for you are mighty and not at all feeble in any way whatsoever. Nevertheless, you do not like to brag about your incredible prowess, and so you hurry to create a bit of ice under the chair you swiftly deposit on it again, now at appropriate height for your purposes.
You'd imagine all the girl in front of you can hear for a moment is the ruffling of clothes as you slide your panties down your legs. "Uhm, Jackie...?"
She suppresses a yelp as the tip of your mighty spear pokes at her back entrance, the round and almost laughably small asshole you are soaking in your precum twitching in response.
She has to take both hands to hold her mouth closed, but you do not care, too engrossed with the promise of the exceedingly hot and snug orifice about to be filled.
"Jackie, you can't-!" No amount of hushed whispers can stop you now. Pulling at her legs and keeping her in position, you slowly penetrate Olivia's ass, your tapered length forcing itself inside. Despite having fucked it before, it still remains delectably tight, gripping onto your intruding length with all it has.
You are absolutely not making a funny face scrunched up in building pleasure right now.
Inch by inch sinks into the girl in front of you, her being powerless to stop you, or move or do anything at all, forced to endure everything you do to her. Your length widens a little towards the base, meaning her tight anal ring has to, too, to take it, but you trust that she can do it.
She has before. And that's not even mentioning the knot.
Breathing heavily now, you wrap your arms around Olivia's belly, subtly feeling for and finding the hardness of your erection, throbbing with the desire to just fuck her stupid right this moment. But no, you continue to execute a few long strokes first, withdrawing to about half of your doggy dong before going in again, your upper body thrust forwards to keep balance and your mouth almost touching her ear.
"Please," Olivia whines, just barely quiet enough nobody takes issue with it, content to let her suffer in silence as they go about their day, "not the big thing..."
You consider it, for a long, long moment, still methodically fucking Olivia's ass right inside her classroom, but in the end you decide that maybe it would be for the best to feign mercy.
You'll make her work for it, though. Licking your lips, you speed up all of a sudden, thoroughly pounding her butt. "Take it."
She freezes up, but you shake your head, taking one of her arms and twisting it behind her back, remembering that one thing Melanie always does when she actually gets down to it. "Squeeze," you order, her hand now on your knot. "Hold it tight."
She is hesitant about it, you can feel it in the way she stops and starts for a few moments, but soon you have the girl whose ass you are raping holding onto your knot, stimulating it in a way that's just barely adequate. But she does her job, taking your rod and even adjusting her legs to let you in more easily.
Her tight asshole almost pulls you in, and before long you feel your first peak of the day coming on, a vague tingling in your balls and the light wettening of your lower lips announcing what is to come. "Good girl," you call Olivia, breathing into her ear. "Good girls get rewards. Squeeze harder."
She does as she is told and you jackhammer into her, nearly making her lose her grip on your sensitive, glowing knot and driving her to lock her legs and upper body up to hide the sudden orgasm overcoming her, you think, based on how her insides start to milk you, a fat load of cum deposited in her asshole and, you like to imagine, painting it white before spreading out, spurt after spurt being pumped into a place too tight to accommodate your considerable output.
It spills before long, of course, pushed out along your cock and soon decorating everything behind Olivia's seat, the gasping student unable to do anything but first take, then leak your sperm.
And she's still holding your knot. "Good girl," you affirm again.
You keep on going at Olivia's ass for the rest of the class, blocking any of the other students from noticing anything is wrong through your presence in it despite the slowly trickling fluids spreading on her chair by this point.
However, much as you would like otherwise, the lunch bell rings sooner or later, meaning you have to decide what to do; while Olivia is a little bit insensate after all this anal stimulation and orgasming, she still lifts her head from where it fell onto her desk at some point.
"It's... lunchtime...? Have to get up..."
This puts you in a conundrum, of sorts. Do you just keep on fucking her, or maybe you'll just keep on fucking her while making her eat her lunch in the classroom? Or you could let her walk around and go wherever she wanted to go while you keep on fucking her, if you feel like being particularly kind to her.
Ultimately, it would be irresponsible of you not to take proper care of your property. And, seeing as Olivia's ass is part of the greater organism known as Olivia, you need to keep her healthy, too. Thus, making her eat lunch is a necessity now that it's lunchtime.
"Lunch," you tell her, but Olivia, frustratingly, just flops an arm down off her desk towards her bag standing below it.
This is not going to work. Annoyingly enough, you shall have to do more work on this... Meaning that, once again, Olivia has failed.
How luckily she is you are such a very generous and merciful owner... Reaching down yourself, you pull up the bag she brought to school, only to find that you can't quite seem to reach it.
Clearly, this distance is unreasonably long, rather than your arms being short, stumpy and feminine. Indeed, the reason you cannot seem to grasp the strap laid across it lies entirely in a cowardly and despicable attempt by the world to pretend your not at all small and soft hands are just barely incapable of reaching for it.
You could pull out, get down and get it, but you refuse! For you have a better, alternative solution. Righting yourself, you once again begin to push and pull, breathing heavily in a display of supreme manliness and exertion as you thrust your canine cock into Olivia's abused asshole, pressing yourself against the back of the chair.
"Almost... there!" You groan out, the dilated eyes of your fucktoy opening wide as she realizes what's about to happen. She tries to go for your knot again, but no amount of squeezing can hold back the now lubricated cavity opener, the hard flesh of your knot pressing against and into her anal ring already.
It takes a lot of effort, and groaning, and breathless wheezing that has a couple of students spending lunch in the classroom look over weirdly (undoubtedly because Olivia is just a weirdo) before losing interest, but before long, you sink your entire shaft plus additional glowy bits into her.
You spend a few moments just like that, enjoying the additional tightness around your sensitive organ(s) and pumping another, fresher load into Olivia's rectum before you just stay like that for a bit, the girl just twitching a bit as she is overcome with what you're shoving up her ass.
Also, you finally can reach down, pulling the bag up. "Lunch", you helpfully order Olivia, who only dumbly looks at what you're holding up for her.
... You are going to literally need to feed her, aren't you?
On the upside, the egg sandwiches she brought to school with her are actually pretty tasty. And her ass never quite stops massaging your length even as you feed most of them to her.
Sadly, no matter how much fun it is to rape Olivia's ass right in the middle of her classroom, you still have other things to do today, and so you soon find yourself pulling out for one last time, a small surge of semen spilling from her as you do so; even so, she still is looking a bit bloated, her tummy protruding from the sheer amount of sperm you produce and expelled in her butt.
Walking around to her side, you nod, deciding she deserves a small reward again, and brush your lips against her ear, opening them as you do so. "Good girl," you proclaim her to be. "Took it all."
Leaving a last quick headpat, you turn away, heading for the door... before remembering your discarded panties. You pick them up. "My good girl," you insist one very last time before you leave.
It wouldn't do for her to decide to just slut around, after all. All her holes are for your use only.
Anyways, before long you have returned to the school's outside, using a freshly summoned ice platform to scout around for Brian's current location.
... Which happens to be an alleyway covered in blood, the catlike plushie wordlessly joining you on your magical vehicle. You can see the dark red of arterial blood spurts completely cover him, too, though curiously the blood is the only thing left of whoever died there.
"Chuuh."
Looking up at the sky and, realizing how you will likely spend the rest of your day, you reach for your little satchel, taking out a couple of snacks and chocolate bars along with a big bottle of coke. sweets sweets sweets
Fixating Brian with a look as you open the first of the former, you mull over the important questions you need answered, seing as how a potentially troublesome enemy appeared. "Demons."
"Yes, Jackie, demons exist, chuh." Brian is, somehow, even more unhelpful than usual. "You will need to clarify."
"Mhm. General information." Best to start with the basics.
"Chuuh, denizens of the dimension known as 'hell', with corruptive energies inherent to their nature," Brian begins, partially retreading ground you've already covered. "They come in all shapes and sizes, chuh, and generally indulge in the perversion and corruption of everything they see. Whenever they can, they will try to give anyone they interact with enough rope to hang themselves with and watch the fireworks, puchuh, they are not above stepping in themselves to ruin lives as a rule of thumb."
"Mhm." All good and useful to know. Do not trust demons.
"Chuh, make no mistake, they can be bargained with, they will simply seek to turn your bargains against yourself and outright lie when convenient, chuuh. Also, never expect one to be dead when it lies still, always stab it a few times to make sure. Chuh."
If you didn't know better, you'd ask if there was a history there.
Anyways, Brian keeps on inundating you with a few more details, generally being summarizable as to how adaptable and flexible demons are, more than just morally speaking. Many forms of their kind exists, capable of surviving nearly anywhere and fight in the most dire of conditions.
Though you didn't really need to know about succubi, attractive female demons, that can shrug off cold easily due to needing to be able to be naked and tempting anywhere, from the deepest desert to frozen antarctical planes.
"... How to defeat?" The next thing on your list to be considered.
"Chuuh, just kill 'em," Brian answers, your gaze drawn to his plushlike, blood-covered form from where you were breaking apart a bar of chocolate to eat in small pieces.
"... Chu."
"Puchuuh, most demons are just as easy to kill as anything else unless they're really strong, chuh. Enough blunt force trauma to the head usually works. One thing to note is that they are virtually impossible to clobber unconscious, and some more powerful demons can survive decapitation, chuuh, not to mention most intelligent ones will simply respawn in hell when killed."
"... Recurring villains?" What with the whole narrative logic thing that has come up by now.
"Less than you might think, unless they are particularly vengeful over their dispatching, chuuh. There are so many of them, and so many facets of hell, most would take millenia to find you again after being returned to hell, puchuh. There are exceptions, of course, which is where the... special methods come in," Brian continues, his emotionless plush doll eyes looking into the distance as though reminiscing. "Usually not worth the trouble, of course, but a pissed demon overlord can be dealt with using the appropriate resources and preparations."
"Special weaknesses?" If there's some shortcut towards defeating a demon, you will want access to it.
"Purifying magic or substances, chuuh," your Puchuu explains easily now that you've asked the right question. "They weakens them by negating the most powerful aspects of their magic, making for an easier time in fighting them... unless they are strong enough to shrug them off. Barring light magic, the easiest way to do get something in this direction would be to find a source of holy water, chuuh, to be spilled on anything that needs purifying."
"Nn," you agree. That is something you could look into, then. Maybe get some extra to make sure that you're covered in case you need it for several things. "Ideas for where? Other uses?"
All this talking is starting to hurt your facial muscles, too. You quickly stuff another snack bar into your mouth.
"Chuuh, just look for a church and talk to a priest, they make the stuff, I guess," Brian says, his tail swishing and flicking. "Could also be useful against some types of undead, the ones powered by grudges and evil spirits, ouchuuh."
"Mhm. Common types likely to show up?"
"Chuuh."
The next hour or two could be summed up as Brian giving you a crash course on common types of demons you requested, going from the common infernal footsoldier to the first signs of identifying a demon lord.
It doesn't help that many, many demons are just very individualistic, meaning it's hard to really declare any 'types' when they seem more like a mishmash of features sometimes, but thankfully it seems several breeding programs have actually resulted in a few simpler ways to categorize some of them.
Honestly, most even common demons should be able to give you a run for your money, according to Brian, except for the simpler imps, which is just a gathering term for completely worthless creatures fitting into the category of demons in general. Basically the rats of hell, they are often used as food by bigger demons at best, though swarms of them can be dangerous, especially as they do have some forms of magic for themselves at times.
More interestingly, succubi and incubi exist to tempt mortals into sin, being one of the bigger populations as far as demonkind goes, their kind generally more focused around seduction and magical capabilities, though more muscular warrior types do exist, apparently.
Honestly, you're just kind of glad when the sun starts going down and you can head back home for the day. There's a reason you don't go to school, you don't want to be lectured with lots of information you won't be able to retain anyways.
You can always just look this up later, you took notes for a reason, but this stuff is exhaustiiing...
Spending a while just relaxing as you fire a few ice lances at your ice platforms, making them jerk out of and into position to avoid them, eventually getting, you believe, the trick down- you don't need to push them too hard, you merely need to 'squeeze' a little with your magic to make them move quickly for a moment, achieving much better results.
You may want to increase the thickness of your standard ice platforms at some point, seeing how they tend to crumble a little under the force involved every time you push them around a little harder.
You also tried to get on one and do it, but while you have to be careful a little, you think this works out just fine for dodging or other sudden evasive maneuvers with relatively little chance of throwing you off.
Stumbling back home and through the door you broke so long ago, you make your way right through and into the garden, emerging into the forest-like area it has become.
As soon as you see Viridis, you move towards her, not really interested in anything else right now. "Oh my, what happened?" She asks, receving you in a warm hug.
She smells nice. "Tired," you groan out, wrapping your arms around her to grab her butt. Because it is a very nice butt. "Sleep."
"Come then, let us sleep well together, hm?" Following the catplant spirit woman, you find yourself in a nest of leaves and branches woven together to become a mattress in the treetops for you, somehow.
It's Viridis.
All that matters to you is that you can cuddle up in her arms, slowly suckling on a full breast granting you tasty, tasty nectar even as your dick is gently fingered and masturbated by a very soft hand.
"... Fuwah~..."
-Alright, so that snore is the cutest thing ever
-Jackie is the cutest thing ever
QM: Okay, so you've done pretty well with influencing her so far. Any opinions on what path to take from here on out?
-What are our choices
QM: You could continue to influence her mind into breeding more, but she's kind of hit a wall on that. Alternatively, you could try to make her more impulsive again, more feral, or you could try to influence her morality
-I feel we've got most of that on lock, go with impulsive?
-Dunno, she's random enough already
-Could we get her to bring us more stuff?
QM: That's mostly dependent on what she finds and fights around the city, though you could make her more willing to share her loot with you instead
-Sounds good
-Jackie is prefect as she is already
-I wanna make her produce more babbies
-More Jackie babbies
-... Wait a sec
-We been growing this forest, and putting a bunch of animals inside and done all this magic stuff to make it more powerful
-Have we been a biospeher generator all along?
-More like a farming sim
QM: You only noticed that now
-lmao
-kek
-So we're a spirit farmer now I guess
QM: Please no, this is close enough to xianxia already
QM: Don't need you to slap faces with tree branches, too
-But now we have to
-Can we have a spiritual sage tree that gives us advice and shit?
QM: No
QM: No sapient trees
-Aww
-But seriously, we've been breeding Jackie to get more animals and stuff, too
-We're totally farming her for creatures and mana, plus loot
-Can we get her to generate more mana for us?
QM: Just get her to have more sex inside your domain, doesn't matter how
-Lock her inside a tree and let everything use her?
-No
-No
-Jackie is da best, put the farmer to the test
-Jackie is too precious, all she wants is to play with the puppers
QM: Yeah, about that...
-#donottrustanyone
-We do not trust you
-Jackie is pure and cute
QM: Where did you even think she got her dick from?!
-Obviously from that cat thing we sometimes see
-Can we really not just kill it?
QM: Guys, you have NO IDEA IC what it even is or does
-Because we can't investigate
QM: It's been rolling high enough to keep you from finding out
-booo
-Why can't we just keep Jackie forever
-She needs to go around and do stuff to become better
-I still just wanna turn her into a mindless fuckmonster, think about how cute she'd be
-Not as cute as she is now
-We're literally breastfeeding her aphrodisiacs while jerking her off, give it time
-I swear, none of you jackasses can be trusted not to fuck up mind control into cheap shit
-Fuck you
-No, fuck you
-We've all talked about this, just wiping her mind wouldn't eb any fun even if we managed it
A production brought to you by NegaQuest, Viridis Edition
When you wake up, you do so held in the embrace of the trees, no wind disturbing your slumber in the nest of branches and leaves woven together in the middle of your garden.
You are now officially a wild child. You have slept in the treetops, ran with the wolves and mastered nature. Wheeeee
Joking aside, you need to get down from here to get back to your usual daily routine. Luckily enough, Viridis is also up here with you, stroking your cock, your balls feeling pleasantly empty as you realize you're naked. Her other hand is playing with your pussy, stroking your folds and occasionally fondling your glowy balls.
"It seems you are awake," the catplantspirit says, sighing in contentment as she rubs her belly, clearly rounded with child by now- something you were too tired to really notice yesterday.
"Mhm." You truly do make the best conversation in the morning.
"Go ahead, you have to feed... but remember to come feed me as well later, hm?" Viridis lazily waves a hand, a series of branches bending to make for an improvised set of stairs. "And our child. You need to feed her a lot, as well."
The temptation to stay right where you are and plow Viridis all day is present, but you know better, or at least your belly is driving you to go eat breakfast. "Muh."
The hardships you endure, truly.
Hopping down and getting back inside the house, you get started on that as soon as you are through the sliding door leading out into the garden. Your facial muscles have recovered from yesterday, too, and you would like to think the pain you have suffered has just made you stronger in this regard, too.
Also, you're eating some bacon today, with fried eggs, some orange juice and a few simple sandwiches you throw salad and some of the aforementioned things onto for good measure. Classical, simple breakfast, but oh you love it so.
Food is important. Also, you're eating a bit of chocolate afterwards, you're already looking forwards to it. Chocolate in the morning yay
Midway through your scrumptious feast, Brian joins you, apparently doing his regular 'Jackie time', if you're guessing his intentions correctly. May as well use it, then. "Brian," you get his attention. "Magical girls."
"What would you like to know, chuh?" Brian wraps histail around his feet, much like a normal cat might.
"... Weapons," you decide, figuring you should know more about this topic. "Special traits."
Knowing what signs to look out for might net you a win that would otherwise be... not a win.
"Chuuh, I may have told you about this already, but a magical girl's weapons are a part of her soul, manifested into reality through magic," Brian begins, immediately going into lecture mode. "There exist many different kinds of appearance and functionality they can take, howechuh. Most are fairly simple and straightforward to begin with, with yours being an exception rather than a rule."
"Improvements?" If they were just simple weapons, they wouldn't be worth much in an actual fight.
"Chuh, they can be trained and improved upon indeed. The nature of these improvements depend on the magical girl and exact weapon in question, the kinds of magic she prefers and what she wants to achieve as well, chuh. Furthermore, sufficiently powerful coins are capable of making additional changes or improvements, as well as change the kinds of weapons they are wholesale, puchuuh."
Something to think on, you guess. With that cleared up, you give Brian a nod.
You can imagine the kinds of weapons you might face, given you have your own dual pistols with squirt gun attachments and Olivia's spear.
"Chuh...? Then, special abilities magical girls might have... To be honest, they are just as varied as their weapons might be in practice. Where those may have the ability to magically create ammunition or fire minor, nonelemental blasts of magic, some magical girls have the ability to see magic itself, or the power to unleash all their magic for a single, devastating attack, chuh! Or make clones of themselves sharing their strength amongst them or, like you, regenerate!"
You blink in surprise. "Not a normal thing?"
"Chuuh," Brian confirms. "Many girls can recover from wounds slowly over time, but your rate of regeneration is notable in that it is not a painful crawl. The closest thing most magical girls have is being unaging."
You tilt your head. That is news to you.
"Chuh, there are all sorts of abilities, too many to ennumerate in one go. Just keep an eye and an ear open for anything that might clue you in before and while confronting other girls, puchuuh."
You nod, Good enough for your purposes, you suppose.
"Gonna train," you tell Brian as you finish up your breakfast, getting up to go outside again.
You have a busy day ahead of you, and if you manage to actually just use your magical powers to aim your guns for you instead of having to do so manually, all the better.
Luckily enough, it is about to be evening by the time you finish up your practice, so you just eat a quick delayed lunch as you swiftly ignore the holes you shot into those couple of trees- they'll be fiiine.
Instead, you finish up really quickly, soon embarking out back into the real world once you clear up with Brian that your idea on how to make your mana grow has merit.
It does take a bit, but soon enough your flying platform is approaching the school you visited not too long ago once again, though you are not coming there for any intrinsic value on its part; you merely need a way to constructively spend some time that isn't Viridis, as you have been taking in too much of her nectar again anyways.
You aren't sure exactly how addictive the stuff is, but you don't want to find out if you don't have to, which is why you want to avoid inundating your system with the stuff unless necessary- just in case you find yourself in a position to have another Viridis Marathon or two.
The possibility is always there, so you'd like to not overdo your daily intake too much.
So, there you go, stealthy and indiscernably infiltrating the school by stripping off your magical girl outfit except for the boots, quietly entering through the main entrance.
Once more surrounded by the sounds of depravity from the students and teachers staying late all day for 'club activities' and 'supplementary lessons', you quickly find yourself a nice hallway with a window you can open.
Concentrating on your magic, you begin emitting it, raw, into the atmosphere. It... doesn't really do much, mainly just making the area it passes through a little colder.
Sticking a hand outside, you 'press' onto it, pushing out more and more. By this point, you can feel a noticeable drain, which is exactly what you're after.
You keep on going until you're just about empty, the last bit of your efforts just barely creating a few snowflakes dancing in the air for a couple of moments. Geez, this 'magical aura' or influence business really does take lots of mana; which, you suppose, is exactly why you chose this way of emptying out your mana pool.
And now... now you'll wait. Or rather, walk around the school looking for people, though you'll keep in the area near your window. Sure, you could get a new one... but this one is yours now.
It doesn't take too long for you to find your first victim target. A brunette girl with long, straight hair walking around and headed for the entrance; she looks a little bookish, carrying a few books pressed to her naked chest even.
Swiftly approaching her, you reach out a hand, touching her by the shoulder. She turns around, blinking at the sight of you. "Oh, uhm, hello?"
Pointing downwards at your throbbing, already hard dick (the urge to breed is strong as always), you tell her about who you are, why you're here and what you'd like her help with. "Horny."
"That's... very big-" She doesn't have much more time as you already push her against the nearest wall face first, a gasp going ignored because you have more important things to do. That sounded like consent anyways, so what you're doing isn't even rape... this time.
"Oh!" Feeling along her small, cute butt, you easily identify your target, her small hairless pussy in no way hidden- and a little wet.
Most likely an effect of the corruption itself, or maybe she already had sex earlier, or maybe she's just horny herself. You don't know, you don't care.
What you do care about is getting your dick wet while you wait for your mana to recover, and so you merely angle yourself a bit, finding purchase at her soft folds and slowly moving forwards, filling her up with your doggy dong.
It's easy for the first half or so, the girl in front of you taking it with only some panting, moaning and clawing at the wall, her books dropped to the ground already (you pushed them to the side a bit so they won't get wet or dirty, books should be treasured). From there on, though, it becomes a fight to get any deeper isnide her, your tip finding it harder and harder to progress.
You take to it with immediate enthusiasm, of course, firmly gripping a shoulder and the side of her hip as you work your way in and out and in again. She's saying something, but you don't care; all you care about is knotting this girl.
With time and effort and far too much tight squeezing of her inner walls, the girl you're fucking takes you up to the knot, her womb tickled by your cock. "'m so full..." However, you do need a bit more to fully satisfy yourself, and so you keep on hammering the large piece of sensitive flesh against her entrance, her spasming body unable to do anything but take you in. "Sho haaard..."
Ramming yourself home, you finally manage to pop your inflating knot into her, a healthy shriek coming from the girl even as she comes around you once again- you just tend to have that effect on the ladies. Groaning a deeply manly sigh as you pump your semen into her (hopefully knocking her up), you're thrown out of your reverie when you hear someone approaching, locked into place as you are for a moment.
Behind you, you can see a boy wearing nothing but his shoes, a baseball cap and a bandage over his nose like this was some crappy old comic. "Haaahaa! Elisa is so ugly, she only gets the dick from girls!"
... You honestly have no idea how to react to that one.
, Yeah, you don't really appreciate being pointed at. Rubbing the girl in front of you a little with your whole body, you try and will your knot to deflate a bit, just so you can get it out again.
Luckily enough, the brat behind you seems content to just stand there and laugh, not even getting any other stundents as backup. Which makes the part that comes once you do pull out, the girl in front of you gasping at the feeling, even easier.
"Hey, what're you-" Ignoring the insignificant words, as they are pointless and of no importance whatsoever, you push the boy standing in the hallway over, landing him on his back.
You don't use your full power, of course, but you still do get what you wanted. Kneeling in front of him, you grab his legs, not letting him get back up. "Stop tha-" Bully the bully with your big bad doggy, daddy!
It takes a bit of lifting, but you soon have him angle like you want to, pushing the boy's upper body backwards and down again so you can press the tapering tip of your dick under his (small) balls, after letting it slap over his own inferior manhood to showcase who the bigger man in this situation is.
You look over the boy you've found yourself about to ravage, taking in his fearful eyes, heaving, flat chest and spread-out legs. His mouth, open as he breathes heavily in effort, not making any headway against your grip.
And you push.
"AAAAH!" Slowly but steadily, inch by inch, you work your way inside him, dominating his boyish hole and body. You're not just doing this to waste some time anymore, even- your mana is almost entirely recovered again already- but to make a point.
As you are holding him in place, all the boy's struggles do is make this even better for you, letting you feel every twitch and turn from inside him, and by the time you've sunk half of your prodigious length inside of him, spreading his sphincter further than it has ever been, he has stopped struggling for the most part, just lying there and taking it.
That's good, because you like it. But you also have another idea...
Looking at the girl you were fucking just before, you wait until she realizes that you are, in fact, doing so, blushing a little and hiding her face behind the books she's already picked back up. You make a beckoning gesture towards the face of the boy with the bandaid over his nose. "Come. Sit."
She blinks a few times, but still does as you ask her to, the semen you fucked into her running down her legs as she moves. "U-uhm, like this?"
You nod, despite her just kind of hovering over the boy's face, letting the load you gave her drop down onto it. You just grasp her shoulder and push it downwards. "Like this."
Her somewhat inflamed lower lips now meeting the boy's, she gasps at the feeling, almost immediately beginning to grind against his mouth. It isn't long before he tries to complain, and the moment he opens it, she grasps the point of this exercise. "Ah! Jake! Do that again!"
Satsified your teachings are being accepted, you return to driving yourself deeper, forcing your entire cock into the boy. Each thrust shakes his body, his tiny dick flapping around and actually getting hard, to your mild amusement.
Your dick doesn't like to be out in the cold, and so you diligently work towards getting it all inside of your current toy, his legs and waist still held tightly. It's hard, and you suspect he may not be able to sit down for a few days, but that never stopped you so far, either.
When you finally get yourself in to the knot, his butthole is stretched around your width, desperately straining, while your cock shows in his stomach, the bulge you are well-acquantied with waving to you as you push in and pull out, enjoying the spastic tightness and warmth of this 'Jake's' insides. In fact, you're pretty sure you might have found his prostate; every time you push in just so, he tightens up around you, and it doesn't take long for him to come against his will.
The girl has been feeding him well so far, forcing any instance of his opened mouth to let herself in so he can appraciate your taste and service her, but when he comes, an orgasm milked out of him by your insistent filling of his backdoor, his pathetically small dick points straight up, his load splattering down on his own chest and just a little onto her stomach.
"... Good girl," you say, to nobody in particular.
Still, you want to knot something, and seeing as you're all the way in there already... You lean forwards, your weight added to every thrust, and keep on applying a constant pressure so you can progress at all, your victim invigorated by the sudden increase in size of what is ravishing his ass.
"Ooh, it's really big, what she's using now," the girl atop his face says, holding onto his arms as he struggles. "It hurt a lot when it went into me, but it also felt reeeaaally full, you know? I'm sure you'll love it when you're like this already..."
"Mgghhnn!"
Undeterred by the 'conversation' happening up front, you keep on brutally forcing your way in, slowly widening the anal ring of your victim and intensifying your efforts, if anything. You almost think he won't make it, but at the last moment, it happens, sinking your glowing knot into his ass.
You have to take a moment at the feeling, being overcome with manly ecstasy every time you properly knot someone up. "Hahaha, you're so cute like that!"
You try to hold yourself like that, despite the swelling of your mighty knot, but the girl in front of you gives you a kiss, surprisingly, and you come, pumping your virile load into the lesser male under you, marking him as your inferior.
When you're done flooding his insides, you take a moment to breathe, trying to remember what you came here for again. Right.
"Follow," you say, motioning for the girl to come walk after you even as you drag the boy by one leg. Looks like you have something to do in-between training and waiting, after all.
And once you're done for the day, looking out the window to see how late it is getting, you feel you have made some good progress with your training, the regular, almost rhythmic expulsion of energy that turns to cold, somehow, and both students you took with you have taken your cock everywhere they could, their bodies just a little bloated with the sheer volumes of cum you pumped into them.
Yeah, you'd say this was pretty much worth it.
When Olivia comes home a little later that evening, it is to the sight of you sitting in the living room, using both hands to defeat these abominable large cookies.
Her parents are also there, of course, drinking tea and discussing something inconsequential, politics or the weather, you think, but still turn to greet their daughter as she stands in the door with a conflicted expression.
"Hello, dear!" "Welcome home, Olivia!" "... Mhm."
She does look just a bit like she might start crying, so, under great pain and equally great reluctance, you get up, trotting towards her and breaking off half of your cookie, holding it out to her to general 'awww'ing from her parents.
"... Thanks..."
"Nhn," you acknowledge, giving her a nod. "Sleepover?"
"..."
Regardless of what else Olivia might have to say or want to do, it is laughably easy to get to sleep in her bed again. Similarly, her pyjamas are still hardly a challenge for you to get out of the way, and so you soon rub your sizeable erection between her thighs, already anticipating where you'll put it next.
Olivia, though, seems to be in a talking mood... bleh. "J-Jackie? Would you mind... answering a few questions? B-before you do... that?"
"... Muh," you say, muh! In response, you angle yourself a little higher up Olivia's body, your tip threateningto push forwards at any moment.
But seeing as she is your treasured slut toy, you will graciously allow her to ask her questions. Daddy plays with his toys and makes them like it!
"U-uh, why are doing... this?" You need a moment to parse her statement; Olivia really should express herself clearer, you'd say. Still, as you press towards her, now penetrating her puffy lips in all but name, you deliberate over how to explain your behaviour to, arguably, one of your victims.
"Horny," you say, possessively pushing both hands into her pyjama pants and taking hold of her cute little butt.
"I-I see." You look at her expectantly, waiting for the next stupid question that will, finally, have you plunge inside her. "Then, could you... not do this kind of thing at school? I was really embarrassed, everyone already thinks I'm a weirdo anyways and cleaning it up was really, really hard."
You do have to think long and hard about this, and weigh everything involved out properly. On the one hand, she is your toy, she doesn't get to make demands. On the other hand, you would like for her to accept her place as your toy, and as she is proving to be stubborn, this might be the big difference.
"... I call, you answer," you say, grabbing her phone from where you saw it earlier on the nightstand behind you and calling up the messenger app you usually use with Melanie. Inserting yourself as one of her contacts is easy enough.
"W-what if I can't make it?" With half-closed eyes, you push yourself into her, your cock once more exploring the wet tightness of Olivia's pussy.
"Consequences," you simply say. She can figure out what you mean easily enough. "... Good girl?"
Olivia is quiet for a while after that, and you wonder if you should just knot her right away and go to sleep. It's getting a bit late.
"Why are you... where do you live, Jackie? Where are your parents?"
"... Secret. Gone." Your parents died... a while ago, you'll say- the accident never was fun to think about, and that didn't change ever since you became a girl.
"Are- Jackie, do you need help? There are people that..."
"No," you tell her, slowly drifting off to sleep. That was... how many questions?
Doesn't matter, you're going in. Nudging and pushing and getting your way, you proceed to thrust into Olivia with your full length, numbly working away at knotting her and stealing away her breath. "'m happy."
And you most certainly will use her breasts as pillows, you don't care they're a little small.
Olivia tried not to cry out, the feeling of Jackie inside her keeping her awake throughout the night. Just like last time, she thought.
They weren't easy, these 'sleepovers' with Jackie. Almost always, they made things harder for Olivia, and more... complicated. Harder.
It would have been easy to see Jackie as just some... evil monster that preyed on her. It helped that she really did, after all, and that Olivia, despite what else she might want to think, had kind of... broken, over time. She didn't want to ever fight Jackie again.
Or even face her, if she could.
But she didn't really have a choice, did she? So she had to do the best she could do. That meant trying to... arrange things, right?
Right.
And at the same time, Jackie was much more than just some caricature of a person, Olivia thought. And no, she hadn't looked up what a caricature was.
... Maybe.
A push against her insides had Olivia rethink what she was reasoning through next, but... Jackie wasn't the way she was because she just was, was she? There was a reason she went around just... having s-sex with people against their will, right?
She was... alone, Olivia thought. She didn't have a family. So she just didn't know better, because she had nobody to teach her.
And so she was just living in some secret place she didn't want anyone to know about, and she lashed out like a cornered cat when someone seemed to be threatening her. Olivia had just had the bad luck of Jackie considering her someone she could attack and do the thing to when she wanted to.
And yet she also got along with Olivia's parents, and she looked so cute when she ate her cookies, and... And she was just a scared girl under all of her other things.
Even if she was really strong and scary.
Olivia repressed a groan, feeling even more of the white stuff coming out. She was... kind of bloated? Jackie had been like this for a while already, just softly moving and grinding until this happened so she'd stay in place for a while.
She had a belly now. It wasn't very big, but she hoped it would go away come morning. At least... at least Jackie was sleeping well?
It took a long time for Olivia to go to sleep.
Stretching yourself just a little bit, you realize you have successfully kept yourself anchored inside Olivia throughout the night, and by all appearances filled her up very nicely, with a noticeable bump in her belly denoting the amount of seed you dumped inside her while asleep.
Though you don't think you got your usual amount of movement throughout the night... your limbs are feeling just a little sore. Hence the stretching.
Looking at Olivia's puffy eyes and cheeks, you push a kiss at the side of her mouth, a hand coming up to uncoordinatedly pat her head. "Good girl."
Her confused look as she wakes up is quite delicious, though not as delicious as the leftover cookies her parents give you to eat at lunch.
So, you need holy water. A decent amount of it, preferrably, and somewhere that won't ask too many questions. Unfortunately, churches aren't really the same thing as backalley doctors (university experiences, don't ask) and you'll just have to bite the bullet and go, after all.
At least you can look up the nearest church through your phone, and so you soon fly over there, nibbling on a few cookies; it isn't too far, and with your power to ignore obstacles, you arrive after at most half an hour of travel time.
Probably less, but you didn't look. The cookies were soft and delicious, the batter crumbling inside your mouth and the chocolate chips were crisp and fresh, spreading their taste inside your mouth with every bite.
If you were a magical girl whose magic revolved around baking, you wouldn't be too disappointed, you think. Just saying.
Anyways, the church you find is... a church. It's big, it has a few colorful windows, church pews, candles... about what you would expect, honestly.
You keep an eye out and about, but you can't sense any overt magic, at least. Not that you particularly care one way or another; you need to get a priest, shake them above a bunch of water until it is sufficiently blessed and use that for your own purposes.
Speaking of which, after minutes of looking around reveals, aside from a handful of ordinary churchgoers, one man that is dressed like a priest, at least.
He looks a bit like he would be just at home on a crime scene as a psychotic serial killer, but hopefully his faith is the real deal, at least.
"Hello, my child," he says when it becomes apparent you are coming in his direction, his voice noticeably smooth. "What can this humble house of God do for you this morning?"
Right, this will require actual conversation again. What a pain. "... Holy water."
Hard to misunderstand that one, right? Right.
"Very well, that shouldn't be any trouble at all," the unnaturally smooth fucker you're looking at replies, pulling out a cross with a long chain of prayer beads attached. "Giving our blessings is the least we can do as a church, the Lord provides after all."
Not particularly interested in listening to him jabber on, you nod impatiently. It sure would be nice if he got to the point sometime soon.
"If you wouldn't mind, there is the usual basin used for this purpose over in the back rooms," he continues, speaking softly all the same. "Normally, visitors and churchgoers aren't really allowed back there, but I am sure we can make an exception... so long as you behave, that is."
"... Sure." Realistically speaking, what is he even going to do? Literally, you could just sneeze at him very hard and he'd be freezing half to death.
"Come along, then," the priest smiles at you. You get the feeling he often smiles at people, and seldomly actually means it. Not that you particular care one way or another; your face is in its usual condition, and the last time you tried to make an expression you nearly pulled a muscle in your cheek.
Walking after him as he moves onwards, you almost miss the introductions as he uses a key from a large keyring he pulls from a pocket to unlock one of the doors leading deeper into the church. "By the way, I am Father Nathaniel, in case you were wondering. Though I hardly take issue with the title, feel free to just call me Nathaniel if you prefer."
"... Jackie." You silently curse yoursef over the fact you chose such a long name. If only you chose something you could abbreviate into a single syllable, this torture would be a little less strenuous on you, at the very least.
"A pleasure to meet you, Jackie. I will admit we don't often get visitors as young as you; what might have brought you to this church today?"
"Holy water." It should be obvious by this point. Not like you didn't say as much already.
"Ah, forgive me, I should have put it differently," the Nathaniel guy says as he holds a door open for you. "You see, I simply found myself noticing a peculiar look in your eyes, and couldn't help but consider it... familiar. That and the way you are carrying several unusual items with you-"
Outfit? Sword. You react by pulling out one of your guns, aiming it right at his face. Guns, you believe, would work best for intimidation purposes.
"-and I merely wished to request you do not attack anyone on church grounds."
You tilt your head. "You can see."
"Some might call it that, perhaps," the priest smiles, shaking his head a little. "I do indeed receive visions, though they can be... upsetting, at times. It is why I took to my very own little... hobby, for stress relief."
At your silent pointing (with the pistol, of course), he continues. "You see, every now and then I receive visions of particular people being... less than virtuous. Everything from the worst of the worst to not washing one's hands. I simply take it upon myself to... remove certain sinners from the community, whenever the Lord points them out to me- or teach them better, if I can. Physically.
"Our little secret, me and him," he chuckles. "And yours now, too, I suspect. I immediately saw you were different, but no matter how much I look there isn't any layer of sin visible around you, so obviously you are... different."
He smiles at you again. "So I simply wished to see if you needed anything."
... great. Another person like Melanie, except this one has something different going on. Magically aware but with some... sin vision? The ability to perceive wrongdoings, anyways. If so, it sounds like he's just randomly and subconsciously activating it and thinks they're signs from God, then.
Urgh. There's a reason you don't like religious people.
Misinterpreting your quiet look of thorough contemplation, he raises his cross again- the one with the beads. "In case you are wondering, I added one bead for every person that had to go," he says, serenely. "Not for the ones that could be... reformed, but I do remember each and every one that had to be sent along with it."
... Okay, a very serious serial killer, then. Eyeing the dozens upon dozens of beads strung along his little self-made trophy, you take a moment to wonder just how long this guy has been doing this.
You repress a sigh, thinking about how to put this best. As in, with the least words. "Holy water," you slowly say, looking into the priest's eyes. "Demon kill."
"Ahh, you came because it does work against some manners of vileness? I tried to use it in enemas, once, but sadly it didn't quite work as the other tools the Lord gave me on my way," Nathaniel says as he adjusts his pants.
Yet another piece of information you did not need to know about.
"Demon demon," you clarify, vaguely annoyed that you need to repeat the point for him to get it.
"Speak no further, I shall have exactly what you need." Beckoning you inside the room (whose door he is still holding open), the priest lets it fall closed only once you join him there. You can see some kind of basin, surprisingly deep, that should do... well enough, you suppose, for your purposes.
"Normally, I just speak the more recent prayers, but I wouldn't be much of a priest if I didn't have some latin on hand just in case, now would I?" Making sure there is enough water inside the container, Nathaniel steps towards it.
"Exorcizo te, creatura aquæ, in nomine Dei Patris omnipotentis, et in nomine Jesu Christi, Filii ejus Domini nostri, et in virtute Spiritus Sancti: ut fias aqua exorcizata ad effugandam omnem potestatem inimici, et ipsum inimicum eradicare et explantare valeas cum angelis suis apostaticis, per virtutem ejusdem Domini nostri Jesu Christi: qui venturus est judicare vivos et mortuos et sæculum per ignem. Deus, qui ad salutem humani generis maxima quæque sacramenta in aquarum substantia condidisti: adesto propitius invocationibus nostris, et elemento huic, multimodis purificationibus præparato, virtutem tuæ benedictionis infunde; ut creatura tua, mysteriis tuis serviens, ad abigendos dæmones morbosque pellendos divinæ gratiæ sumat effectum; ut quidquid in domibus vel in locis fidelium hæc unda resperserit careat omni immunditia, liberetur a noxa. Non illic resideat spiritus pestilens, non aura corrumpens: discedant omnes insidiæ latentis inimici; et si quid est quod aut incolumitati habitantium invidet aut quieti, aspersione hujus aquæ effugiat: ut salubritas, per invocationem sancti tui nominis expetita, ab omnibus sit impugnationibus defensa. Per Dominum, amen."
That is... a prayer? You think you can see some odd shimmering inside the basin now- you think it took, even though you can't glimpse it again no matter how hard you stare.
Nathaniel, on the other hand, basically just screamed all of those words out, and he's still going strong, continuing out without so much as a ragged breath. "Blessed are you, Lord, all-powerful God, who in Christ, the living water of salvation, blessed and transformed us. Grant that when we are sprinkled with this water or make use of it, we will be refreshed inwardly by the power of the Holy Spirit and continue to walk in the new life we received at Baptism. We ask this though Christ our Lord. Amen."
It's kind of scary how much he is just... talking. Or speaking aloud, rather. Still, you can make out another shimmer inside of the basin, which is more than enough to confirm things for you. "Good," you tell him, explaining that his prayer worked and he can stop already. Fiddling with your guns a little, you open up the cartridges within which the water you would normally shoot with them would be conjured, dipping both of them into the basin.
Yeees... take all the holy water, store it up and penetrate the demon with it once you confront it. "Muh." Hahahahahahahaaa!
"I see you find it sufficient, then." Turning around to grab a small glass container, Nathaniel, who you forgot was present for a moment, holds it out for you. "Would you like to keep some extra? You have a more... direct, dispersal mechanism as I see, but perhaps having some on hand could come in handy."
... Dammit, he's right.
In the end, you take two little bottles. Better safe than sorry.
-So uh, that's a thing now I suppose
-You think we can sell holy water for blowjobs
-the fuck you talking about
-would be shit holy water
-If we bless it and it works...
-Where is your sincerety? Actually believing is important for this, apparently. And Nate is nothing if not a believer.
QM: Okay, so before you go on with your day, any questions?
-Was that a magical girl
QM: It was the magical girl in town, if you consider her one
-I kinda like the mystery stuff so far
-Figuring out how the sin vision worked and setting up the sin bin was fun
-SIN BIIIIN!
-SIN BIIIIIN!
-SIN BIIIIIIN!
-Are they gonna do this every time?
QM: Signs point to yes.
-Fucking namefags
-So should we, like, figure this Jackie girl out a bit?
QM: She'll come back if she needs something, but for the moment just keep doing normal scouting runs, I guess
QM: Might find her that way if you stop rolling shit
-All hail the dice gods
QM: You literally rolled three critfails in three scout actions. I am still baffled you even managed that.
-Perfectly balanced, as all things should be
-Can we have a loli nun?
-QM said no
QM: No.
-Can we have a normal sized nun?
QM: If you continue to impress the bishop, maybe
-Great
-So, I had a thought
-Hope it didn't hurt too much
-Shaddup or go into the sin bin
-SIN BIIIIN!
-But seriously, can we put that milf in there? We know she's cheating.
-Hard to catch, but she did have some awesome knockers
-Let's see if her daughter has anything to hide, maybe get a two for one
A production brought to you by Negaquest Productions, Nathaniel Edition
It is, you idly consider as you come to take the next load, truly a blessing to live in America.
What other country has supermarkets that sell packets of ammunition for you to just cram into your magical satchel and carry outside where you deposit it on a flying platform well out of anyone else's reach as you float it upwards again each time you're done.
Or rather, one of them, considering just how much ammunition you found in the store room once you really started looking. In fact, once you went poking around more supermarkets, you just kept on finding ammo of the correct caliber, meaning you had to bring more and more of the stuff around with you.
And while you were at it, you officially declared all ice cream within the random city as your own, and so you simply fulfill your legal obligations when you grabbed enough frozen treats that were being sold to fill up two of your ice platforms.
With a bit of organizing. And filling them up until the ice started to grind dangerously under the weight.
In the end, you nearly missed the time your portal closes, but thankfully have enough to move all your newly gained ammunition and fuel (for yourself) through. Of course, as you come back to base...
"Chuuh, that is a lot of ammunition, Jackie." Brian greets you, like he sometimes does. "And a lot of ice cream."
You tilt your head, not seeing where his problem is.
"Chuh, where will you store it? The ice cream will melt."
You blink. Dammit, you didn't think about that.
"And the freezer doesn't have that much space, chuh."
... You'll just have to eat all of it. And put the ammunition in a few of the unused rooms.
The rest of your day, once you finish eating all the icecream you could (which was a lot) is spent working on creating a holy temple made out of ice blocks you stash the rest of your ice cream inside of, using the cold and the generally temperate climate of the Overcity to hopefully keep it cool without taking up space inside the base.
You'll just have to come by once a day to look over it, refresh the ice and take some of the frozen sweetness inside. Ice cream ice cream ice cream
Once that was done, you got to working on ways to more easily cast spells. A solution you came up with, after some experimentation that bears no further thinking about, was to use your guns as what Brian called a focus in shooting out ice lances in quick succession.
You are now a magical gunslinger. You can shoot giant ice spears from your guns, that then explode.
All shall have to fear you.
Besides that, you just kept on practicing with your magic a bit as you kept coming back for more ice cream, until you realized it was pretty late already and you acquired a little ice cream tummy from how much you're indulging. Time to take a break for the day, in other words- with how much you had to speak to the priest, you're already wary of overstraining the parts of your brain responsible for language, so you just go to bed for the night.
Brian seemed a little busy earlier, but that's his problem. No more talky just in case.
"... Fuwah~..."
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You have five minutes.
I humbly protest the insinuation that I cannot cover the area assigned to me and request that no additional watchers be allocated
Strange. One would assume you would rejoice at reduced responsibility on your part.
I sincerely wish to dispatch my duties to the best of my abilities, and resent the possibility of seeing them diminished.
Good joke. Now try the other one.
You are running out of time, by the way.
The situation is under control and I don't want anyone fucking up a good thing.
In other words, you are trying to hide something.
I disagree and chuu chuh chuhuchuh
Oh, do not mind me. I just realized you were forgetting something.
Chuh, seriously, the nameless city is fine, chuuh
Reports about repeated monster incursions and an actual wide-range demonic aura indicate otherwise. You know what happens when those are allowed to spread freely.
Puchuuh, and its source won't be around much longer
I have my MG on it already
Yes, your girl. Your single girl.
Chuuh, she has proven adequate so far and you know how difficult it is to get authorization for another one in my position
Indeed.
If anything, could you get Coiled to back the fuck off already
What free agents do with their time is not subject to company regulations.
Still, a recommendation to assign him to an area will be made.
Chuuh.
Incidentally, as your sole subordinate is so 'adequate', I am sure you will not mind having her put on the list?
Please don't
It's hard enough to get competent help around these parts as is
Ah, yes. The ones you had to get rid of before you got this one.
As a puchuu in my position, some sacrifices must be made to do as I must
Alright, [CENSORED, let me make this clear. If you insist on doing this by yourself, be my guest.
But if so much as a single hint at anything untoward comes up, you are being reviewed internally on the damned spot, understood?
Crystal, chuh
Also, keep yourself in check. We wouldn't want another... Incident, now would be?
Considering how that turned out for me, chuuh
No
Good. You can learn from something that is not an experiment, it seems.
Excused.
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Fuck you, chuh
Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, you turn around in your bed a little, from left to right and left again. You think it's time to get up already, but you feel a little tired.
Trying to roll all the way onto your stomach, you are stopped by the morning wood protruding from your crotch, a not insubstantial amount of blood hardening it.
That could be it, actually. The blood that is missing from the rest of your body.
Grumbling to yourself (in an exceedingly manly and gravelly manner, of course) as you idly rub it, you slowly get up out of bed to drag yourself towards the door to your attic bedroom.
Moving down the stairs, you proceed to amble into the bathroom, leaning over the toilet so you can unload a steady stream of piss from your swollen cock. Because screw sitting down with this thing getting in the way.
Once you're relieved, you move on with the usual morning ablutions. Wash hands, wash face, go down to the kitchen still tired, but a little less so.
Not really needing to maintain your looks... or your body, for that matter, is very much awesome.
Making yourself breakfats, toast with eggs and some ice cream on the side, you are busy chowing down without letting the eggs splatter around too much when the voice comes calling out.
"Hellooo~? Anyone hooome~?"
... Donna has arrived, and the stupid elf couldn't have come ten minutes later.
... You still finish eating before you get up to see her.
"Hello, uh, Jackie, was it? I was worried you weren't home so I was already thinking about just coming back in a bit, but here you are!"
Donna is, patently, far too enthusiastic in the morning.
"I, uh, I brought your... fluids, to someone I know, and she said it was useful as a minor reagent or something, so I can offer you a fair price for them. Oh, also, would you like to see what I got on offer today? It's not much, just some minor trinkets, but I thought you might be interested."
"Mhm," you say, beckoning Donna into your parlor, or rather, inside the base in general while you go get your ice cream, one of those that have a little handle sticking out.
It's really a bunch of ice cream held in place and shape by a covering of hardened chocolate, meaning it has everything you need to complete your perfectly balanced breakfast.
Once you've got it unwrapped and held in your teeth, you trot back towards where Donna has just been kind of staring at where you left her. "Uh, Jackie? What did-?"
Ruffling through your magical satchel, you hold out the tupperware container holding some of your sorbet made from Viridis' fruit. "Sell?"
Looking at you dubiously, the brown-skinned elf opens it, gazing at the fruitful (heh) contents. "This is..." Her eyes glow for a moment, and she closes it again. "Probably worth a bronze coin or two."
About what you expected. Taking out a second one, you shove both into her hands, the tupperware containers not being particularly hard to come by through even a casual search of the surroundings.
Next, with your hands free again, you make sure your ice cream is held in place properly as you reach under your dress, sliding your panties off and lifing its hem to show Donna your dick.
Which is still hard, because you have very long-lasting morning wood.
"Extract," you tell her with a happy glint in your eyes. Ice cream and a blowjob, what more could you ever want?
A put-upon sigh, a kneeling elf and some poking until she gets the message and wraps her lips around your cock later, you are enjoying your life wonderfully. It would be better if she'd just submit and let herself be bred, too, but that's likely not happening for a while.
Still, she's good with her tongue, licking and slurping all over your length, and so she soon receives her Jackie Juice. Into her mouth, over her face and covering her glasses.
Which she takes off, wiping them with a piece of cloth that has to be magical in how easily it is getting them clean. Spitting your semen out into a vial, she grimaces. "I would be a lot more annoyed if that didn't happen so often."
"Mhm," you say, commiserating about the nature of cum and how it just gets everywhere. "Buy?"
In the end, you walk away with two shiny new coins and a little trinket, a ring in the form of a simple band of leather than blends into your skin when worn. Meant to help you hide better, but you just wanted it because it's magical and you like little things like this.