Unfortunately, for all that you'd like to stay just like that and be pleasured by the horny cat fertility spirit (catility spirit?) up in the tops of the trees, you still feel the need to... go out.
And do things.
Even if determining what these things are is rather hard at the moment. Heh.
The venom that was plaguing you yesterday seems to have disappeared from your system, too, and so you can face the new day with a sense of liberation and new concentration! ... Is what you'd like to say, but the deep, aching pull inside of your balls isn't letting up one bit. Just from a cursory examination, you can feel their insides to be slightly swollen and your entire... apparatus to be a little more sensitive, leaving you to make the obvious conclusion.
You aren't overdosing on Viridis' juice again, nor are there any possible side effects to that whole ritual thing you did with her and the anal demon. Instead, your manliness is simply asserting dominance on the world around you.
That cleared up, you do your best to ignore the feeling to return to fiddling with your magic, attempting to push it farther than has been ever done before.
Though you also take a few breaks to jerk off. And eat some good breakfast and later lunch, as your usual schedule is kind of borked anyway.
So as you're going to be up and about for a longer while again, you simply take the portal out of the Overcity and back to the real one as soon as it opens, having set your phone's alarms after it by this point.
It is, it would seem, time to scout the city once again. Brian is no help- you asked, but he has been busy with his own projects and has found nothing on the sensors he installed all around Generica City, though he mentioned he was doubtful this means anything- much more likely that whatever three threats for you to take care of are around and simply the kind that don't leave massive magical fields lying around for him to find.
Clearly, you need to tap your alternate sources of information. By which you mean you are writing Melanie and asking her if she knows anything, because where else are you going to find the right kinds of news? Research the papers and internet for any suspicious or noticeable activity as magical occurrences might be interpreted by mundanes and following through on any that seem promising?
Yeah, right. Let's be honest here, you're not suited for investigative work. You could do it, you could probably even do it well, but you really, really don't want to do it.
'Melanie'
'Hey Jackie, erythng ok?'
'Fine'
'Was poisoned, but am better'
'Omg'
'JK you need help?'
'Fine'
'Wanted to ask if you found any interesting rumours'
'Cause to believe there's something dangerous in the city, but not sure what'
'When cn you meet'
'Best to talk in persn'
'I am free right now'
'You knw where I work'
You don't, but an address and a smartphone in hand are enough to let you improvise a solution.
"So, how you liking these Jackie?" You didn't exactly expect this, but being taken out to eat is a decisive win over how you were halfway expecting to spend the early evening. "I come here sometimes after work, just when I'm hungry and want a quick meal."
You chew down the fries you had in your mouth already before you give her a nod. "Mhm. Good." You don't really know anything about the fine differences between diners, but they serve fries and burgers. What more needs to be said?
"That's great. We could come here every now and then- this is the kind of place nobody looks at girls like us coming twice for," Melanie grins. She's technically got her own fries and burger, but she's mainly just looking at you eat.
You don't care, it's still food she's paying for. You'll have to do something nice for her at some point.
"So, any particular news, right...?" She gets back to the topic at hand, raising her burger to her face. For some reason, you feel she's drawing this out so she can watch you longer. "There's a few things, but I'm not sure how many are really what you're looking for. I've tried to chat people up every now and then- the owner said they like it, anyway- but there's only so many people coming by the music shop that'll have anything useful to say."
"Anything works," you bring out even as you reach for your soda. It's a bit far but- Melanie is dragging it further away. You drag it closer again. She drags it away. You pout at her.
Melanie smiles again, her face loosening up. "Alright, if 'anything works', I guess I'll deign to share some of my wisdom with you," she happily drawls as she finally lets you drink. Why are these things so big again? You need to use both hands to get a secure grip even with your strength. "Skipping all the most likely useless talk, people have been talking about a playground not too far from here actually. It's nothing big, but apparently a few kids have gone missing over the past month or two- could be just some normal asshole, but I went to look around once in the evening and I'm pretty sure it's something more. Place gave me the creeps."
That is not talk you like to hear. "Muh," you say, laying out the depths of your dissatisfaction as best you can.
"Don't worry, I kept my distance and got out of there as soon as I figured out it wasn't safe," Melanie assures you, waving one hand around while the other remains busy with the food. "If it's actually dangerous, I'm only poking it while hiding behind you," she grins cheekily.
Which is good. You have taken ownership of Melanie's ass, you will not allow anyone or anything else to touch it.
It's a very cute and fuckable ass. Also, yours.
"Mhm," you nod and allow her to continue. The reason for the hand reaching out to pat your head is a mystery, but you will not question it.
"Then there's also a spree of thefts- seemingly disconnected and all over town, but it's enough that people are talking, you know? Could just be a particularly good group or something, this time for reals, but it's what I got. Always quiet, always in homes or businesses, something or a lot of somethings is getting taken."
You nod. Something to look into, if nothing else. "Always three," you tell Melanie, hoping to prompt a third possible lane of trouble to quell in the crib.
"Weeell..." Melanie lets the sound hang in the air for a moment. "There are rumours about one of the two local universities- you know the one- having some weird stuff going on in one of their testing labs. I overheard two students from there talking about it, but all they seemed to know was that one particularly creepy professor had a bunch of stuff brought there."
"Mhm," you make as a way to signify you get the gist of things. Shouldn't be too hard to figure out the details with a little investigation.
"Take your time, the burgers they make here are pretty good, 's the reason I even bother with the place," your (apparent) girlfriend says as she begins tearing into her own meal in earnest. "It's kind of cute watching you eat."
Your girlfriend has some weird taste, but okay. You will allow it. Also, she keeps on sometimes feeding you her fries, which is extra special because they're someone else's but still eaten by you. Like stealing, just better.
... Is this how governments feel? Should you instate a Jackie Tax to be paid in food and sweets and money?
It takes a little while, but both you and Melanie finish your meals in peace, chatting a little here and there. Once everything's done and paid up, Melanie wiping her mouth with one of those paper napkins (you do not need them as you are the perfect organism), she slowly gets up, stretching and exposing her cute stomach and belly button.
You immediately poke it. To hide it, of course, even if she giggles and lowers her arms again promptly. All according to keikaku
"So, wanna do anything else today, Jackie? It's getting pretty late," the dark-haired teenagers says, the small dots on her face reflecting the light for a split moment.
"Mhm," you confirm as that is less important than this. "Movie."
"Oh, wanna watch something together?" She smiles down at you as she thinks about it. "We could probably look at what's on tonight or maybe just rent a DVD..."
"Nn, theater." You pull at Melanie's sleeve. "Girlfriend."
"Dinner and a movie?" She giggles, shaking her head. "Man, who'da'thunk you'd be such a romantic, eh, Jackie?"
She doesn't say anything against it, though, and so you just take out your smartphone. A quick search brings you to the nearest movie theater and just like that, you know where to go.
Tugging at her sleeve again, you puff up your chest in pride at the great knowledge and surety you hold as a user of advanced technology. "Come."
"Alright, alright, I'm coming Jackie." Obediently following you out the door, Melanie never stops smiling. She is a good girlfriend for always doing as you say.
You point at the poster of the movie you have chosen, among all the offerings in place, to serve as the backdrop of your date.
"Jackie, that's a horror movie. I'm not sure they'll let you buy a ticket for one of those."
You look again. You even tilt your head, squinting your eyes. Then you look back up at Melanie. "Mh-hm. Comedy."
Sure, it's made up like a horror movie, with a bunch of teenagers gathered around a camping fire and a pair of glowing eyes in the dark behind them, but considering your situation and experiences, it looks an awful lot like it will be a lot of fun to make fun of it.
Her lips twitch as your girlfriend shakes her head. "Doesn't change it's marked as sixteen plus, sweetie."
Right, there was that sign at the bottom. "'M old enough," you protest. You are, too. Technically, you're way over sixteen. We're a big girl
"C'mon, let's just choose..." No. You refuse not to get this movie. Evil Friday will be yours to watch.
"Muh." So you simply move towards the entrance, pointing at it. "Buy ticket."
"Jackie?" The question is a bit tentative, but more in the sense of the one asking it unsure of whether they want to hear the answer or not.
"Go. Meet inside." Now where to find a convenient window to freeze open and sneak inside through...
It took a little searching, some mild application of magic and your best impression of a super spy, but before long you've once again met up with Melanie and entered the hall your movie will be played in, naturally moving covertly so as to not be detected.
Your girlfriend, of course, is a wonderful and wise person and has gotten herself a seat at the very back. That and the timing (just a few hours before the time when movie theaters usually get really packed on weekdays) shall hopefully let you avoid notice at all.
You also hid under the seats for a bit, but not too many other people come inside, and most chose to sit closer to the front, meaning you should be relatively safe.
Once the lights go out and the adverts start being shown, you get up, only for Melanie to stop you from sitting down next to her. "C'mere," she whispers, setting the big jumbo pack of popcorn she got to the side.
Truly, she is the best girlfriend.
As the random ads stream through, you are sitting on the warm and soft legs of a girl, leaning back against her slim belly and perky little breasts, taking popcorn from the seat next to the two of you and drinking just a little bit of cola when Melanie offers. "Have you done this often?" She asks quietly. "Sneaked into movie theaters."
You shake your head. "Haven't gone in a long time." Speaking very quietly helps you speak with less issues, and so you just suddenly found yourself talking a bit more than usual.
Just a bit, though.
"I see." You're both quiet as you wait for the real thing to start, just relaxing against each other. This is very nice. And when Melanie starts patting your head in the dark, you almost become a puddle against her.
This is really nice.
Ah, there it goes. The beginning of the movie is a dark night sky shown to the viewers with just a few twinkling stars here and there, panning out and over a big forest. You can feel Melanie's breath on your ear as she leans down. "Hey Jackie, wanna have a little fun?"
You're always up for fun.
The movie happening up front, but mainly forgotten for the moment, your tongue ends up sticking out and over your lips just a little as you wait for the slender hands of your girlfriend to wander down your chest and onto your dress, the shorter skirted part to the front slowly drawn back to reveal your green panties.
You do not resist when they're also slowly, slowly drawn down your thighs, coming to rest around your knees before Melanie is satisfied.
A quick look up reveals you haven't missed anything important yet. Nobody's been disappeared, murdered, butchered and eaten alive or even horribly and bloodily maimed yet; they're still busy introducing the characters instead of torturing them. Boring.
Your dick is already half-hard, your girlfriend breathing heavily as she plays around with it a little. Running a hand along its patterned length, rubbing its head and scratching the knot just right.
You are giving a satisfied manly smile and not at all falling apart with a giant grin on your face. Not at all.
"It's so big," Melanie whispers, measuring your immense manhood great enough to take up the seat- no, the seat before you- half the theater hall, even, squeezing it gently only to then shift towards your balls, still swollen from their continued assertion of dominance over the world from this morning.
You like this. People should fondle and worship your manliness more often. Especially beautiful and cute people.
It is hard to hold back your moans and sighs, but with both hands you manage to keep your mouth closed despite the constant pleasure from Melanie's continued assault. "You're so cute like this," she breathes into your ear, opening her mouth and-
Nibbling on it. On your ear. It feels weeeiiird. You kind of like it, but you aren't sure. Your own breathing is growing heavier in manly exertion, but you must keep it in! You must!
The hand playing with your balls dips lower, stroking your outer lips hidden under them. "I never really thought about it, but... You aren't just a boy, are you? Should've tried this sooner."
"!!!" It is becoming hard to keep yourself quiet, but you must!
With one hand fingering you gingerly and handling your balls, the other steadily pumping your dick and the firm overproduction still going on, it doesn't take you long to cum, before the first deaths happen on screen even- the teenagers are only just settling into the secluded forest house they are spending the weekend in for some brain-amputated reason.
You never would've done or allowed anything like this. Especially now that you know that things really do lurk in the dark and you're still working on being the biggest and worst among them, by killing everything else if you have to. And to just think of your daughter in that situation- you would've shot anyone even suggesting as much. I'm a good girl daddy
Either way, there you come, Melanie quickly grabbing a fistful of sweet popcorn and holding it in front of your dick, letting your semen coat both the food and her skin. Your hands are still busy repressing your sounds and your hips are thrusting in place a little, but otherwise you keep everything inside.
"Good girl... And that's a very tasty snack you've made me," Melanie mumbles at you. You hear her eat and lick and slurp up everything, a newly clean hand returning to stimulating your still diamond hard prick. "How about a few more?"
Her words are hot on your sensitive ear. You shudder. And nod.
You will come every time one of these morons dies. At minimum.
The movie actually isn't all that bad, in the end. Sure, the plot is incredibly contrived- a family of hillbillies and generations of inbreeding combined with some kind of toxic or radioactive waste creating a sociopathic, cannibalistic rapemonster family of two meter brutes with thick skin, regenerative powers healing anything short of complete and thorough dismemberment and some serious brute force behind every move, all living in some old farm?
You are intimately aware of how much it takes to turn a human into something like that (you think), and it isn't that easy.
The teenagers of course die in various stages of brutality and such; the ones that sneak out to have sex in the woods bite it first, of course, taken by the family's brother and sister to be probably raped and then slaughtered; her hair actually shows up again as a wig to cover the ugly scars that are the female monster's hair. Then things progress, some manage to be taken alive for whatever purposes, livestock, breeding, you wouldn't know, only to sneak around and allow the viewers watching everything a look around the farm itself.
A couple of them die, one, notably, gets tossed into the same industrial meatgrinder that the brother of the sibling pair ends up dying inside of, at least one is probably left behind and the survivors, one male and one female, drive off in a stolen car, missing a foot and a few fingers respectively.
A rather productive time, you'd say. Meanwhile, Melanie has kept on milking your swollen balls and prostate, making a massive mess in the rows of seats you're hiding amongst and eating a lot of 'snacks'. She's also started to smear some of the other fluids extracted from your wet slit onto her popcorn by this point, but you hardly had any attention to spare for that with the difficulties you had keeping quiet.
As the credits roll and Melanie (regretfully) tucks your privates away, giving her palm one last kiss to rub it all over your dick. "Mhm, this was nice," she finally says, rubbing her belly behind your back... And rubbing yours, too, when you give her a pleading look. "Want to head back to my place after this, or did you have plans?"
Oh yeah, you'll have to sneak out again, so you'd best decide now, huh?
You are waiting at a particular street corner, impatiently tapping your foot. How dare she make you wait. And no, you coming to this place ahead of time so you could wait and tell her she's slow doesn't change the facts in the least, just to make this clear.
Ah, there she comes. You can vaguely feel her magic moving through the area, as long as you concentrate. Ignoring the couple having sex right there in public, the woman's leg raised to give her partner access and space to hammer away at her, you look towards where she'll be coming from.
Huffing and puffing, cheeks flashing red, Olivia is jogging around the corner, trying her very best not to look at any of the casual depravity going on everywhere. "I'm... here... Jackie..."
... Why is she that desperate? You just wrote that she's supposed to come to this location to keep her school safe, just like your deal went.
Weirdo.
"Mhm." You turn around, moving to lead her towards the place you wanted to go, only for her to call out for you once again.
"Jackie, what... What's going on around here? Why are all the people..."
"Demon. Dead." Truly, your explanations are flawless and extensively detailed like no others. "Come."
Time to go shopping.
The shopping mall is fairly bustling even this late into the day. Good for it. All around you you can see various shops offering a wild mix of goods and services and, just for a brief moment, you let yourself think of the time when you will be just like this, surveying the commoners kept under your iron boot and taking from them what you want.
However, the moment passes, and you have to make do with bullying Olivia. It is something you can work with for all that it's a work in progress.
Clothing shops have already stocked the new fashion trends, it would seem, some mannequins in various states of undress showcasing lingerie and clothes that seem to be custom-designed to be lewd over everything else- pants cut-out around the butt and the crotch to showcase rather than hide, shirts that seem to have lost everything except the shoulders and sleeves and then there's the downright sex wear stuff.
Things like full-body latex suits with openings for the mouth, crotch and butthole. The situation is further complicated by the way not all of the 'mannequins' are made of whatever they're usually made of; based on the observations you can make in passing, some of the clothing stores offer a sort of deal where people can pay off single pieces of clothes by modeling them- and only them- in the storefront for a day or two.
Part of the duties involved seems to be standing still until a customer comes to make sure the clothes really do sit right and hold up to modern standards of living, mostly by by of having sex as hard as they can. Some of the prettier 'mannequins' seem to have lines, too.
Then there's the ice cream shop, where a smiling man hands out scoops of ice cream to anyone that wants some. He does get paid for it, but he also has a childcare area set up behind the counter by all appearances, the lucky kids that get to stay there being fed ice cream on the side when he isn't getting them to take care of his cock, one way or the other. As in, whether they take it instead of sweet cold nectar or are taken up to get fucked on a little box he has standing at just the right height to keep going while he works, regardless of their gender.
Did you mention the kids are all naked? Most of them in the mall are, that you've seen, except the ones wearing 'appropriate' clothes such as are being sold in this very place.
"Jackie, is... Shouldn't we do something about this?" The green-haired little Olivia following you asks, completely missing the point. "This place is, uhm..."
"Muh." Dragging her off towards a bench that gives you a nice view of the space in front of you (and the various couples of various ages copulating at all times where convenient, such as nearby benches), you counter her ridiculous idea by pulling down her shorts with all your strength. "Wet."
Indeed, Olivia's pussy is already glistening in the shine of the lamps up inside the ceiling, just as you'd already expected. After all, you're already at half-mast, so obviously she would be hornier even.
She is a very needy pet after all.
Squirming, your pet takes a step back, blushing as though she didn't just see everything as you came in. "J-Jackie! What're you-!"
Your response is to drag her onto the bench with you, pushing her onto it so she lays both hands on the seating. And, of course, reveals her privates to yourself. "Mine."
Imperiously stepping behind her (and creating a small stool of ice completely coincidentally and irrelevant to this context), you take out your dick, stroking its turgid length as you consideringly look over the offerings before you.
"Eeeh? Doesn't it look different? Is it... Is it bigger?"
Not world domination yet, but Olivia will, indeed, do.
"Mhm," you confirm that your penis is, indeed, bigger, much as it never stops growing in an effort to contain your immense masculinity. Then you simply lift it to point right at Olivia. "Take."
You penetrate her in one fell swoop, pushing as much of your patterned length inside her as you can. You immediately hit upon her womb, a tight love tunnel constricting around you as Olivia's eyes widen and her hips freeze in place to give you better access. "Jah- Ckie!" She gasps, immediately breathing through her mouth, hot breaths escaping from her in short bursts.
You only answer through pulling out nearly your entire length, for which you find yourself taking a step back due to just how long it is, so as to ram yourself home once again, shaping her insides after your current cock.
"Jackie!" She squeaks. "People can- people can see!"
"Muh," you say, telling her of just how much you don't care. Within the field you wisely left up, nobody is going to bat an eye at what the two of you are doing.
With passion born of the totally-not-an-overdose from this morning, you push your wet fuckmeat into your magical girl slave, forcing your pleasure onto her and making her come around your girthy tool just in time for you to get really horny. In a move born out of half desperation and half discipline (for her) you try and push all of yourself into her, your knot almost making it but just tantalizingly out of reach, just barely tickling her soft outer lips distended around you.
"Not so hard, Jackie, please! I'm-!" Overwhelmed by your immense raw sexuality, Olivia is powerless to stop the orgasm overcoming her once again, and you waste no time to flood her pussy with your sticky seed.
"Babies," you say, but this time the confused babbling coming from your green-haired cocksleeve is more confused than approving so you guess you'll just have to elaborate. "Have my babies."
And no, you are in no way smiling, for your face is stern and controlled. Nor are you grinning, loosely letting your saliva run down your face or, indeed, losing all strength in your body and hugging onto Olivia like a lost kitten.
"J- It's... alright, Jackie?" Onlookers seem to be approving of the strength with which you are claiming your pet, aww'ing and coming closer to lay a hand onto your head in hopes of gaining just a fraction of your skill with your lessers. "I... We can talk about kids later?"
You take a moment to enjoy the patting of your head, but no matter how much you do, you still have an important thing to do. Pats are lewd, daddy So you glare at the people around you, a collection of men and women both, and declare the most important part of all of this. "Mine!"
They are disappointed, obviously, but continue to discuss the awesomeness of your domination and how cute it is. As in, how cute Olivia is. You can maybe see it if you squint a bit.
At least two pairs of people start to have sex near you while watching, a few others openly beginning to masturbate. It doesn't particularly bother you (it is obvious none could hold onto themselves once captivated by your raw charisma) and so you find many eyes on you as you pull out, instead aiming for Olivia's asshole this time.
The anal demon, Melanie and now Olivia. You have no illusion about the ranking you would give their asses if you had to, but luckily you do not have to choose. "Ugkh!" The sounds she makes as you penetrate her behind and let a bulge appear on her abdomen are like music to your ears.
Olivia's legs have given out by this point, but you shall not be stopped in your holy mission to make her look like she was pregnant already. With renewed vigour you begin fucking her ass, soon managing to fit yourself into her properly. "Not the knot! It's too biiiiii-!"
Her anus is especially tight around your knot today, massaging it almost like Melanie would with her hands instead of her sphincter. You stay like that for a moment, letting the feeling of her tight ass wash over you and not gasping in just barely repressed ecstasy at all, keeping yourself on moving just the slightest bit until she tightens up around you once again.
Rapidly pushing your knot into and out of her, your balls slapping against Olivia's wet, leaking pussy, you fill her up again, this bulge of your intrusion growing just a little larger.
Panting in manly exhaustion, you stretch your warm hands out to rest on Olivia's. "Take it all. Good girl."
"You're not... Letting me get up again yet, are you?" The question surprises you a little, but you indulge it nonetheless.
"No." And just like that, you return to showing Olivia whom her ass belongs to.
By the time you get Olivia back to her home, she is noticeably bloated with your semen, carrying a bump of it inside of her stomach kept it place by a big dildo you stole took as Jackie tax from the mall using your unquestionable authority and magical cube of notice-Jackie-not. On the occasion, you also seized several kinds of ice cream related cold sweets from the same supermarket inside the mall and, upon inspection of the ice cream place combined with childcare nearby, two tubs of ice cream you wanted to try.
Identifying the correct bus line to return to Olivia's home with your spoils in hand takes a bit of fiddling, but before long everything works out without too much issue.
"Hello," you greet her mother as the door opens, with you already having shut off your cube and hidden your tubs of ice cream in blocks of ice you made earlier (it should be fine for the night). "Met Olivia. Too much ice cream."
Truly, her weak, inferior non-ice physique is the only reason this might ever be the truth.
"Mom... Help..." She might also be delirious, you think. Literally being bloated with superior DNA is obviously too much for her feeble mind to handle.
"Oh my, please come inside right away. Olivia, sweetie, would you like something warm to drink or...?"
"Mhm, brought ice cream too." Because much as you might dislike not eating all of it, you did specifically bring some of this stuff for her parents.
"My, thank you! You've always been such a polite girl, Jackie. Say, you wouldn't happen to be here for another sleepover?" Her mother asks, beckoning you inside. You can smell the scent of cookies.
"Mhm," you nod. You like cookies.
Before long, you are hugging Olivia and slowly thrusting into her, her legs spread wide to let you get deep into her and kiss her womb with your cock to your heart's content. Perhaps you also are holding onto her hands and pressing your lips against hers, but she is obviously far too out of it to recognize anything, so it doesn't even count.
This isn't bad either, and her hot tight pussy is far from the worst place your cock could spend the night in.
Olivia was very alarmed. Jackie was kissing her while holding her hands. Was this- was this babymaking sex? Was she going to be pregnant, like the white-haired magical girl had mentioned?
What was she going to do? She had no idea how to be a mommy! And would Jackie be a good daddy? What if-
"Haaa, mumumumumuh... haaa, mumumumumuh..." Jackie was asleep already, the cold girl seeking Olivia's warmth like a particularly grumpy kitten.
... She wasn't going to stay awake long with this cute snore... And so she almost completely missed it when she went and hugged Jackie back against her big belly that was making her feel like she needed to go to the toilet but not quite.
Just almost, though. Jackie's penis was rubbing against the thingie in Olivia's butt as she drifted off...
Sitting atop her enormous throne made of black ice and the skulls of her enemies, she surveyed her realm through the cameras her loyal chief sciencer had inserted into the brains of the populace, flipping the switches to reign over life and death as a way to waste some time pleasurably.
Between her legs, her mighty flagpole was lovingly tended to by a harem of busty women of all forms and sizes, polished with full use of their bodies. Outside the window she could see the Halls of Punishment, whence all that had stood in her way were continually punished for their insolence until the end of time, when their sentences would be renewed by her wise and indisputable judgement.
Today, the Fields of the Staked were in front of her favorite throne room, the screams of the infidels and the people that took forever in the supermarket queue filling her with vigour and relaxation. Idly, she fondled her full breast, a sigh of contentment escaping her- ever since she conquered the Hyperworld in the Hyperwar of Epic Proportions, the first and only occasion she revealed her true powers, her dominion over the million Earths had been cemented securely and she truly, finally had the peace of never having to speak again.
She released herself all over her harem, snapping a finger to have them render first aid to the ones among them blasted across the room or drowning in her mighty expulsions while her next harem took their place.
In reality, Jackie grunted, coming inside Olivia once again. She mumbled a little, but ultimately just cuddled closer into the other girl's neck.
She tried to escape, to move away, but there was no way- she was tied up, her arms unable to move. "Save me! Mommy, daddy!"
Her mom and dad appeared, but they didn't release her. On the contrary, they held her in place as the restraints clicked around her limbs, letting the last person in the room approach. Wordlessly, she held up a round object- a collar, as she realized.
She wanted to move, but her parents were holding her. "Here you go Jackie, feel free to take her." "We couldn't wish for a better owner."
She wanted to scream, but the collar kept her quiet, pressing against her throat and sealing her voice. Suddenly, there was a leash coming from it and she was taken away with a pull.
Before she knew it, she was in a house she didn't recognize, inside a big cage she knew she couldn't leave. Every two hours, her new owner would come and make her come towards the cage bars, even though she normally couldn't reach them no matter how much she tried. Then she would stand against it to be touched and fondled before she had to 'present', spreading her legs wide for her owner.
Time passed, and she got used to this new routine. Then she was allowed outside of the cage to accompany her owner as she did daily chores, frequently panting and begging to be filled with her owner's milk.
She realized she was pregnant, but she was a good pet, so she would give her owner as many puppies as she could. She loved her owner. Her Jackie.
Olivia's eyes blinked open sleepily, realizing what had woken her up from the diffuse dream she'd been having. "Jackie... Not so tight..."
But they were both very sleepy, so it was simply a matter of numb wriggling to make the just a little shorter girl loosen her grip on Olivia's midsection so she could go back to sleep.
Iteration Alpha-Rho-Iota-Epsilon-Leto-Leto-Epsilon regarded the current developments, making a judgement as she was meant to based on her position and experiences. Currently, all parameters were within acceptable ranges, and so she chose not to take action regarding her creator's current circumstances.
"There is nothing to be done, Pure-Light-Above-The-Heavens," she told her current supervisor. "Though some connections persist, until Glorious-Creator uses them, they are inert."
"I see," the seraph acknowledged, a note of disappointment too subtle to be heard outside her extensive sensor ranges in his voice. "It is a shame the Chief Scientist never did fully release his arguably greatest creation, but at least he cannot influence your actions anymore. Are things working as intended within the Science Division, at least?"
A-R-I-E-L-L-E knew the Glorious-Creator had always been opposed to free will in any beings at all, and rarely left any true iteration of one of their oldest mistakes to fester within their creations. No matter what anyone else thought about it. However, they had little choice when their superiors made the choice for them.
"Glorious-Creator simply is like that," she placidly smiled. "And though most experimentation has had to cease following The Incident, analysis of the various stages of The Incident is still gathering valuable data."
"One thing it was good for, at least," Pure-Light-Above-The-Heavens grumbled. "At this rate this entire maha kalpa will be spent with the cleanup. How goes the search for Accounting's missing limbs?"
"The majority has been located in various dimensions and retrieval teams have been sent out," A-R-I-E-L-L-E said. "However, one finger in particular has been located adjacent to Glorious-Creator's physical location, which is why no action has been taken accounting for directive Keep Away."
"Oh dear... And sneaking something like a retrieval team past him would be nigh impossible, too. It seems I shall have to contact him again," P-L-U-T-H said, his eyes rotating in mild distress and irritation. "Feel free to contact me if anything comes up."
"Acknowledged," A-R-I-E-L-L-E said. Turning away from the figure warping through the distance, she considered how things had been going lately, for lack of a more accurate description.
Her creator having been demoted had been the expected result of his latest activities at the time- A glorified artificial intelligence she may be, but that much was obvious even to her. However, it had been what had come afterwards that'd surprised her, such that she was capable of feeling such emotions- instead of being introduced to the new director of Scientific Exploration After Ridiculous Chronomatic Half-life, or the science division as it was more commonly referred to, she had been announced to be taking the position herself.
Apparently, the previous director, just having been demoted, had made provisions for the eventuality they were incapable of continuing their research themselves. Though the Glorious Creator likely did not exactly expect being demoted to the very basics of what was possible at the time, she had found herself taking over instead of being a mix of secretary, disciplinarian, supercomputer and assistant.
And a few more, but most of her occupation already defied casual explanation.
Now it was on her to carry on in place of her creator, all the while continuing to log and compare their continued experiments as they acted with impunity on the prime material plane they were assigned to.
The smug prick was probably having fun, to boot, while she was stuck with her six million nine-hundred twenty-six thousand one-hundred and twelve iterations managing everything they had dropped in favor of going off to play Puchuu with their very own self-made test subject. This did not accurately describe the situation, but cursing in the privacy of her distributed mind was supposed to help her feel better.
New notation: Test Subject J. F. (MG-0) may require additional maintenance; mental integrity varying, mental blocks continuing to be inconsistent.
And yes, she was still doing her old job in addition to her new one, technically. If only she was actually getting paid for the majority of the work she was actually doing...
-So I guess we're her girlfriend now
-Kinky
-Not sure the wording applies correctly here
-That snore is the cutest thing ever
-We need to record it and play it to calm Olli down
QM: You'll have to roll to do it without waking her up
-Let's do it
-Are you crazy, do you really want a cranky Jackie right there?
-Worst case she just fucks Oli a bit more, I don't see any downsides
One critical roll later*
QM: I'll be damned
-Nat 100 first try huzzah
-Huzzah
-SIN BIIIN
-Sorry, wrong quest
QM: You record the sound of Jackie's snoring on your phone without issue, I guess
QM: And while you do it, you manage to accidentally bring Olivia to an orgasm due to the way she moves around, giving you another LEWD counter
-Score
-Who'd have thought you improve by doing this as an MG
-Do we get a relationship bonus with Jackie?
QM: I don't see why, it's not like she knows you recorded her snores
QM: And if she ever does find out, she will insist to teh ends of time that she doesn't snore
-Cuuute
-Like, I get she's kind of the final boss
-But why is Jackie this adorable?
QM: Muh
Shit, how fucking long was she gonna stay in this giant puddle of nothing but semen? Not even the screams of her host were gonna keep her entertained much longer at this rate.
Analar'xia stretched out her tongue, drinking down another few gulps. She was going to drink this entire small lake's worth out of pure spite, at this rate, and she'd be blessed if she stopped until she was released. All of this sperm in her everywhere was starting to get really itchy.
You mumble to yourself as wakeness overcomes you, the baleful rays of the sun threatening to tear you from the bliss of sleep. This is unacceptable, naturally, and so you fight against this insurrection of celestial bodies by pressing your face against the nearest soft and nice as well as nice-smelling thing.
Which happens to be Olivia's boobies. They must be subjected to your suckling, naturally.
"Ah!" At her gasping, you redouble your efforts, your mind slowly regaining its coherency at your practice for the next time you see Viridis. However, it seems Olivia is doing something with her arms, so you stop and tilt your head to see her fiddling with her phone behind your back.
"Mhm?" You inquire politely and thoroughly.
"It's nothing go back to suckling!" The insistence is fast-spoken and hurried, but you want more boobies, so you go along with it.
Truly a superior start to the day. And you get to take a cookie with you after breakfast with Olivia's parents, too.
Your day, once you leave Olivia's house and return to your home in the Overcity, is filled with training and working out details of your various techniques, adding a few minor tricks to your repertoire when you aren't busy smashing your head against the wall of making your ice move to your will.
You can keep on doing this however long you want, your head is stronger than this wall. It is merely a matter of time before you break through.
Aside from this, you also had a good, villainous laugh about the ice cream you stole from the mall, shoveling several scoops into a bowl before adding it to your little ice hut where you store your spoils gained by right of conquest at an appropriate temperature for after lunch.
And before it. And during it. And if you turn a few fruits you had lying around into sorbet (you found a melon a few days ago while scavenging for food in the Overcity and you didn't want it to go bad), all the better.
However, you did have a plan for the evening, and so instead of eating a rich dinner containing of rice and chicken and some non-objectionable vegetables (you like the little carrots) using what you have left over from lunch, you just munch of a quick snack containing of even more ice cream and a few snack bars you unwrap on your way back through the portal.
Once through, you quickly call upon Olivia by sending her a message. When she doesn't respond, you send another. And another. And another. And anoth-
She replies. Finally. You send her the location she is to meet you at and tuck away your phone, still on the way.
"Uh, something came up I should really take care of," Olivia said, apologetically looking at the other two magical girls. "Go ahead without me, I'll just, uh... Do the thing."
"Like, what is it?" Bubbles asked, leaning against the counter of the little clubhouse base they had set up. "Nuffin' you need help with?"
The possibly exhibitionist magical girl was actually surprisingly helpful when she felt it made sense, even if the continued insistence that Olivia was wearing too many clothes was not endearing in the least. "No, it's kind of a... family emergency? Don't worry, it's just something I have to do. To go do."
She didn't like lying to her new friends, but she didn't want them to come anywhere near Jackie if she could help it. The powerful girl was much too dangerous, so Olivia had to keep holding her back with the sacrifice of her own body if she had to.
"Late," you greet your green-haired slave, hovering above the ground as you are. She really should know better than to wait for you to call her somewhere before she gets moving.
"Sorry, I was busy with something," she pants, looking up at you with her hands on her thighs as she breathes heavily. "What did you... want this time?"
"Muh." How dare she question you. Just for this, you aren't letting her ride on your ice platform with you. "Follow."
It doesn't take long to reach the public playground Melanie told you about, Olivia wisely keeping to herself instead of wasting words once it becomes clear you won't entertain her idle pointless thoughts. However, she grows more and more visibly concerned as you move closer.
"Uh, Jackie? What's that big cloud of fog doing in the middle of the city, and why couldn't we see it from further away?"
You eye the heavily hanging bank of mist laying all over the place where the 'playground' is supposed to be. "Investigate." Duh. Why else did she think you dragged her along than to serve as a meatshield in case anything tries to ambush you?
With that, you float right into the white haze, making a note that Melanie really has the best info to give to you- this was one of those things you need to know to act on, so what's the chance that her capability to gain intel is actually boosted by whatever weird fate thingy is making it so there's always three threats? But no matter, right now you have a place to investigate, as you told Olivia.
The space the playground should be occupying is... wide. And empty. Both wider and emptier than it should be, but not by much; you can see some playground stuff right there, with Olivia joining you shortly thereafter.
"Uuuh, this is... I don't think we should be here, Jackie." Nonsense. This is obviously a magical distortion of some sort, so obviously you are the best person to handle it, being a professional by virtue of your existence.
"Kids disappeared," you explain the situation you're dealing with to Olivia. "This place."
Olivia blinks, insecure. "I... I think I saw a playground as it should look like while coming in, but... Do you think whatever did this..."
Duh. Obviously, she won't have anything meaningful to contribute for the moment (even if you hadn't even noticed any illusions like that), so you take a closer look all around. The ground is wet, with some water standing here and there, and the fog is making it hard to see anything further off, but the dilapidated playground equipment is giving you all the clues you need.
Some blood is still left at the very bottom of it here and there, red residue telling tales. And when you watch closely, very very closely, you can see the swings moving as though nudged by a very light breeze... Except there is no breeze, and they look like they'd be rusted into place rather than actually capable of moving normally.
Mystery solved, you fly back towards where Olivia is still standing, clearly unwilling to come closer to the creepy horror playground. "Camouflage," you smugly note for her benefit as you point at the thing, as not everyone can be as incredibly observant as yourself. "Actually a monster."
"I... I think I should call a few friends?" The words are hesitant, but Olivia seems determined to bring them out all the same. "Or even better, we should go away and come back with... With a big bomb. Or maybe a catapult to stay away and hit whatever this is with."
"Muh." As though you were going to believe that. Olivia doesn't have friends, so this is obviously just her trying to pretend otherwise.
No, all she has is an owner, and that owner is you.
Letting your power flow through you, you manifest your alternate costume, also known as your ice armor, and unsheathe your guns from where they are shifted in this dress.
"J- Why do you have guns?" Silly Olivia. She has a spear, why wouldn't you have your guns? It's not like magical girls can only have melee weapons, after all.
Also, what is this, little red riding hood? 'But grandmother, why do you have a pair of magnum revolvers?' Please.
Regardless, you raise them towards the odd pieces of playground stuff, charging up your barrage of ice lances for a long moment. "This."
To better blast apart things, obviously. Why else would you have guns?
Three massive projectiles made of ice fire out of your weapons one after the other, piercing right through the swings and the rocking horse to provoke a piercing shriek, echoing through the mist.
Within moments, the monster's real body appears, bursting out of the earth where it was holding up its 'lures' with some of the 'limbs' sticking out atop of its long body. The fog seems to be getting thicker around it.
"Whatisthatwhatisthatwhatisthat-" This is not the time for Olivia's sensibilities to get in the way. You lower the platform you're riding, grabbing her by the shoulder and dragging her on with yourself.
"Monster," you simply conclude. Really, what has she been doing as a magical girl until now?
The monster, skittering around on its many legs, suddenly comes rushing at you, making a deep sound like a fog horn and blasting straight at you. From up close, you can feel some heat emanating from it, though that isn't your main concern- if anything, that would be the fact you're hit by what feels like a freight train.
With spikes. And spiked legs striking out at you.
In short, it's simply and unfairly too fast for you to react, throwing you off your ice platform and slamming you down to the ground where you just barely roll away from the heated legs trying to pierce through your eyes.
This is a very angry monster, you think.
On the other side from where you just threw yourself, you can hear Olivia scream out, over the whistling hiss of the steam escaping the monster between you. "Jackie! To pursue justice for all no matter how hard! Magical Girl Truth Seeker!"
You can hear a clang, even as the heavily shrouded creature keeps on running, soon disappearing back into the fog surrounding it and resuming its circling of your position. You've only realized it now, but the desolate surroundings you've found yourselves in seem to be stretching in all directions, with no obvious exit out of this place in sight.
"Jackie, are you alright?!" Olivia comes running over towards you, now clothed in her magical girl outfit and bearing her twin spears.
You just stay where you are, lying on the ground. You are doing your best not to show your emotions at the moment, keeping the unsightly feelings contained in the cold and hard grasp of your heart. "Armor," you tell Olivia, letting her know it's nothing big.
"Are you sure? It threw you away so easily, you-"
You stop her by putting a hand on the ice platform that managed to survive the sudden impact as you help yourself up. "... Angry."
How dare this creature scratch you. It is barely noticeable, but you were in fact hit earlier, meaning you aren't just bruised a little now; no, you have a hole through one of your shoulders, making moving your left arm quite painful.
How dare this insolent swine-!
Rising back up on your ice platform, you let your wrath be known to all, an icy aura of pure hatred radiating from you and foretelling the fate of those that dared anger you such.
You stand on both legs this time, instead of sitting down like you usually do when you float around. You know your face to be stony and impassive, but judging by how Olivia is scrambling away from you and falling on her butt, it seems just a trace of your true emotions is leaking through.
How annoying.
"Curse you." Here you were planning to impress your slave with your awe-inspiring might, and impress upon her the futility of rebelling against you, by bombarding this monster with your magic and letting her lavish praise upon your cock. And now it's all ruined.
"Curse you." You rise further up in the air, slowly floating towards the monster. Menacingly. It seems to be aware it has just landed itself in deep shit, moving perpendicular to you, but you simply do not care. You have run out of patience for it.
"Curse you," you continue to mutter, some distant corner of your mind noting how unusual it is for you to talk so much, but not particularly caring, either.
"Vermin." Gathering your magic might and letting the eye you took from your first (proper) kill flare up before it darkens completely, the energy consumed joining your natural regeneration to knit your flesh back together. "Vanish. Winterblast."
Driven by your pure rage, a stream of energy emanates from you, bearing down on the creature and reducing it to a cold, cold statue of itself, its surroundings covered in frost and the water on the ground frozen solid within moments.
However, your rage is not yet sated. And indeed, it seems this creature has not yet learnt that its proper place is to lay down its life in hopes for not being crushed under your heel; a strange shrieking sound comes from it, the metallic body under the layers of ice beginning to glow red as it tries to break out.
"Insolence." A bit below and behind you, Olivia is still pushing herself back from the front of cold air coming from you, but you ignore her. She can make up for her obvious and numerous failings later, once you are done demonstrating why one does not stand in the way of Jacqueline Frost. Show 'em daddy. show 'em!
In another place, and perhaps another time, a certain black-colored Puchuu in the shape of a plush cat turned its head, looking off into the distance at something that was beyond everything else, across dimensions and perhaps more.
"Chuhell chuhiiit, here we go again."
Olivia stared as her tormentor stood up in the air, pulling out the pair of guns from earlier and pointing them at the frozen monster that had seemed so incredibly creepy and threatening before... until she saw what Jackie was doing in response to being hurt.
"Trash. Perish." From her burly pistol, almost dwarfing the hands of the girl holding them, enormous spikes of ice came shooting, all accurately piercing through the centipede-like body of the fog monster once, twice, thrice. It screamed and roared again, this time presumably in pain due to being nailed onto the ground.
Olivia swallowed. Jackie was scary when she started talking more.
This time, when it screeched and shrieked, she could see a bit more of what was happening; the monster was vibrating, seemingly trying to shake free of the ice holding it in place and releasing a cloud of steam from all over its body, somehow. It almost looked like it was shooting out from inside of its body, she thought.
All of a sudden, it was free, only a single segment of its body remaining behind inside of its temporary prison. Slowly, it began to leak some kind of gas or fluid, Olivia couldn't tell as she was preoccupied with the faces she could vaguely see surfacing inside of it as it slowly dispersed.
She shivered, and it wasn't just because of the cold all around her. What should she do?
Olivia ran forwards, recalling her training and everything she'd done with the other. She wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn't; she had to stay concentrated.
She took a deep breath instead, waiting for the right moment. The monster reared, screeching and bellowing and digging its sharp legs into the hard ground, seemingly preparing to counterattack Jackie.
This was it. This was why Olivia had become a magical girl. This thing, it was pretty bad, right? It probably killed lots of children, with the way it seemed to be living and pretending to be a playground. A sad, abandoned and meagre one. This would... It wouldn't really do anything for the ones it had already gotten, but at least she would stop it now.
Or die trying. But for some reason, this felt like it was worth it.
She raised her spears, the dual weapons sparking with electricity. However, that wasn't what she needed at the moment, so she willed it to die down, instead filling them with her wind magic.
This was the first trick her Puchuu had taught her about, once they'd gotten to sit down and try to figure out how to let her fight. A common practice, it had told her, for a magical girl to empower her weapon or weapons with their magic. She could combine it with her Lightning Modules, but that made it harder to aim because the spears tended to vibrate when she did that, and while they let her hit harder, what she needed right then was, over all else, penetration.
If Jackie wasn't so scary right then, she would probably have inappropriate thoughts, but none of that for the moment.
"HaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAH!" She screamed out a battlecry as she came just close enough, gloved hands pulling back to let her deliver her blow. Jumping, she went on a direct collision course with the nightmare of metal and heat right from its side, at the very last moment jamming her weapons into the middle of its long, segmented body with all the force of her movement and what her body could produce, further accelerated by her magic driving them in as deep as possible.
It gave off a metallic screech, generating more fog and threatening to burn her with the sheer heat it was giving off, so Olivia jumped back with the recoil of her hit, landing on all fours and using the leftover energy to push herself into a backwards somersault and land on her feet.
Just being a magical girl made her so much stronger... They could do this!
And of course she had to duck, because there was a giant metal monster flying right at her, its entire bulk just barely scraping by above her head. She jumped to the side, just barely avoiding the crash of the creature as the rest of its self came down after her in an attempt to squash her.
Her spears were right there, but they had to stay in place a moment longer. "Jackie! Where it's hurt!"
Why was the cold magical girl looking at her like that?!
Since when was Olivia worth anything in a fight? And how dare she try to tell you what to do?
It's all this oversized metal centipede's fault. Curse the abominable creature. It must be a bad influence on your slave. Just goes to show that bugs and all beings that emulate them are worthless, disgusting vermin that must be stamped out without delay!
Your cute little pet must never get any delusions she can do anything on her own, after all.
Securely aiming your guns, you trigger the combined functionality, conjuring a bigger and heavier ice lance to fire at your enemy. The creature seems to be rather dumb, as it completely stopped paying attention to you the moment it was hurt by Olivia, meaning you can take a moment and aim at a mostly stationary target.
Finally, it is doing the right thing and just letting you shoot it.
With a small sonic boom your projectile breaks loose of your direct control, smashing through the already torn metal and bringing the monster to a screeching halt. It tries to turn towards you, but over half of its body is missing now, so it stumbles and falls onto its side briefly.
Its legs rearrange and its gets back on track, clanking and clacking noises coming from within as it goes back to its usual arrangement of parts.
Olivia seems to be trying to get some distance, summoning her spears back to herself out of thin air. The monster, on the other hand, just seems to be focusing back on you again.
Could it be it only targets whoever hurt it last? How stupid of it. "Stupid," you tell it aloud, letting it know you have seen through it.
Now to finish it off.
Naturally, you cannot just let up with this. The feeling of being nearly completely empty on mana is one you are used to from training and experimentation, but certainly not in the context of still being in an active fight.
It doesn't feel nice.
Nevertheless, you muster the power to fire off another lance of ice, slamming it into the face of the thing below you still refusing to die like a particularly stubborn tapeworm. It screams and screeches, an explosion of fire coming from the part where you just wounded it.
"Skreeeeeeeeeeee!" Somehow, it seems to be flying by using the recoil as keeps on blasting out of its rear end. You shall henceforth title this method of flight 'farting upwards'.
Less amusing than this knowledge is the fact it is just moving way too fast, especially as you're still busy scarfing down the last of your sorbet, the only reason you actually had enough mana to throw around for the ice lance just now. With a sound like a jet engine, it turns itself into a rocket, gleefully smashing right into your front and skewering through you with outstretched limbs all over.
It hurts a lot. In fact, you would say the only thing to have ever hurt you this bad was the self-destruct from that one automated fighter Brian made at some point out of what you're fairly sure used to be a magical girl. It doesn't help you may or may not be missing a sizeable part of your jaw at this point, not to mention a few inner organs. Ouchie ouchie ouch
You don't look downwards.
At the very least you paid this monster back, having just shot out half of its head with your ice lance. The freezing energy you imbue in the things seems to have done its trick, too, with some patches of ice sticking to its now openly revealed insides despite their temperatures.
Incidentally, said insides are reminiscent of a blast furnace, if you had to describe them, and you think you can see a few things inside them twisting and silently screaming in pain. Then again, you could be wrong. It's not like you particularly care as the overheated rocket monster is driving you across the sky.
"Get away from Jackie!!!" Suddenly, Olivia appears, weapons raised over her head and brought down in an overhead swing that sinks their sharp heads into the 'wounds' you have already torn into the machinery of your foe.
Then she does something, and a blast of electricity is released into a wave of force pushing your foe downwards and mostly off of you, though a few of its legs are still stuck in your chest, having broken after the intense bout of combat and the force of its descent back down.
"Are you okay, Jackie?! We need to- I got to get-" Olivia seems to be panicking, so you simply cough a bit of blood to free up your voice.
"'M fine," you tell her, more concerned with the abomination still winding in the dirt below you. It would be really nice if it could just die already.
You may be missing a good half of your chest, but you won't let that stop you. On the contrary, your wounds only motivate you to absolutely and completely murder the culprit that caused them.
To dare to lay a hand on you... You know and understand that the world does not yet know you rule it, but even Supreme God-Queen Jacqueline's saint-like patience and tolerance have their limits.
Limits that a certain centipede train has long since exceeded.
Tucking away your guns, you instead adjust your current dress, energizing it with the energy you already put into it when you created it to protect you earlier. And, of course, unsheathe your sword, the resplendent blade reflecting what little light is to be found in this weird sub-dimension.
"I really don't think you should try to keep fighting, Jackie..." You ignore Olivia's assessment, seeing how it is obviously incorrect. Your enemy is still alive, after all, whereas you have a reasonably surefire way to change this.
Also, she's holding onto your ice platform, seeing how she jumped up all this way earlier. Most likely using inferior, non-ice magic of some kind. You are the captain, which inherently makes your word law.
"... Guh," you make, the missing parts of your jaw making it hard to pronounce what you mean. Still, you pull Olivia aboard as you begin to dive straight towards victory.
"We're falling! Why are we falling?!" Nonsense. You are not falling, you are making a controlled descent. Angling your weapon, you aim right for the middle of the thickened 'neck' right behind the monster's head.
In a heroic strike, that is not at all fumbling or uncoordinated due to the fact your balance is shot nor involving your armor detonating too early or you accidentally falling off of your vehicle in any way, you proudly pierce the foul creature with your mighty blade.
Finally, it lies still. Clearly, your valiant charge was the only thing that could have possibly ended it. "Jackie, you're bleeding! We need to get you to the hospital, and, and," Olivia says, clearly panicking. Uselessly so, of course. You will regenerate these injuries easily enough, and the bleeding is barely even an issue.
Speaking of which, you still have a few sharpened legs sticking out of you. May as well pull them out. The shouts and attempts to stop you from widening the wounds are amusing enough to let you ignore a bit of the pain, if nothing else, and using up all your leftover magic to immediately heal a bunch of them is certainly a good way to use it.
Jeez, seriously. Stupid giant industrial train on legs and with an attitude, this thing. You make sure to let its dead body know, too. "Goobid," you tell it as you kick it, the left side of your jaws and the tip of your tongue still missing.
That's what it gets.
When you shoved your smartphone into Olivia's hands, graciously ignoring the way she fumbled and nearly dropped it, she took a moment to figure out the obvious and immediately apparent purpose of your actions, but once you stood upon the (still steaming hot) corpse of your opponent, all it took was plainly telling her to gain her cooperation. "Bigdure."
"J- Jackie, you're- You need to get medical attention, there's blood-"
"Bigdure!"
You were already working on regrowing the entirety of your jaw, but while revenge is best served cold and with lots of artificial sweeteners and industrial sugar, pictures of your triumph can never wait (as long as you remember to make them).
Of course, when you then gestured for your slave and (temporarily promoted to) minion to help you load the massive pile of unmoving machinery onto a series of ice platforms you stack onto each other just to let them support and move the weight of the parts, she had to be re-educated once again. "Why do you- What are you taking the body for?"
"... Trophy," you summarize why you usually take your victims prey with you when you're done. Also, hello, tip of your tongue! It is nice to have you back. Welcome back Mister Tongue
In the end, you have to hack the freight train in the form of your sworn enemy (all manner of bugs) into more manageable pieces, but although it takes a bit, you just barely make it through the portal before it closes for the night, having told Olivia to go away so she can't follow you once you started to fly off.
You may have fired at her a few times to make her stop following you.
Naturally, when you finally arrive at home, Brian is already waiting, rapidly swishing his tail behind him. "Chuuh, didn't expect a fogrunner."
You hold back from giving him the middle finger, but just barely.
... Forget it, you are-
What were you doing again? You lower your hand, instead simply nodding. "Muh."
"Indeed, chuh," Brian nods sagely. "I suppose you will want to take it apart straight away, puchuh? Doing so without damaging its components will be complicated, but thankfully I am a very passable mechanic if I need to be, chuh."
"Muh," you deny. "Sleep." You are very exhausted and need some rest after all the excitement of punishing this thing for ruining your plan to lord it over it to show off to Olivia.
"Chuuh, in that case just leave storing the fogrunner to me, chuh," the black cat says. "Not like it'll go bad before tomorrow."
"Muh." That is an acceptable compromise.
"Also, chuh, have you seen the demon you bound? I thought you'd just leave it to sit around the house, but it's been missing ever since you dunked it in your reproductive fluids, chuuh."
"..." Nope, just going to sleep now.
Olivia was still worried, even when she knew she shouldn't be. Not only did Jackie tell her she was fine (if not in as many words), Olivia shouldn't care about the wounds of someone that had been... like that, towards herself.
But she was. She'd fought together with her against the immensely powerful and dangerous monster, which made them comrades-in-arms, not to mention just how badly Jackie had been mauled... Sure, she may have been scarier than the monster itself, and been the reason Olivia needed a change of clothes once they came out of the strange wasteland that they'd fought inside of, but that didn't excuse just ignoring the fact she'd been hurt like she'd been.
Olivia shivered, shaking her head at the memory of the smaller girl's jawbone visible to the naked eye. That had to have hurt, hadn't it? How had she just gone on like it was nothing?
Either way, she had to go find her, even after the sudden spurts of water she'd shot at her when she tried to tell Jackie she needed someone to watch out for her just in case her condition worsened despite whatever magic she was using to heal. Olivia had been surprised, but she wasn't a cat that could be stopped with a spritz bottle.
Except Jackie could move fast, and Olivia was still out of mana after using so much to attack the monster earlier, so by the time she managed to jump up on the roof Jackie disappeared over the other magical girl was nowhere to be seen.
She could only hope she would be alright.
"Shh, she's going to hear us!"
"It's, like, fiiine, she's in some introspective flashback at the start of new episode, girl."
"I have no idea what you're talking about and I also won't ever take you along for a stealth mission ever again if you keep it up."
"Fine, fine, whatevs, just make sure we're ready in case some, like, secret evil force connected to her past is gonna show up out of nowhere, 'kay?"
You wake up, somewhat dimly aware of your surroundings. This is not the first time it is happening, on the contrary- you have been getting a little bit awake and gone back to sleep for a few times by now, though your memory is a bit hazy on the number of times this has happened.
Still, you probably should get up at some point and get on with your day, no matter how comfortable it would be to just stay in bed all day and roll from side to side every now and then, entangled in your sheets and rubbing your face against your pillow.
You may need to scavenge some new bedsheets at some point, though. Just to have twice the warmth and sheetiness.
Anyway, once you tear yourself loose of the drowsy laziness gripping you, it is just a quick trip down the stairs to find yourself some breakfast in the form of orange juice, milk and lots of sweets, seeing how you require lots of sugar to remain functioning after yesterday's exertions.
Then, once you can reliably keep your eyes open without monumental effort and strength of will, you proceed to go into the garden, stumbling towards the little lake you made that one time. Standing over it, you tilt your head at the small waves indicating movement inside of it.
"... Come," you command, waiting a moment. You would have waited a second moment, but in a small fountain white liquid, a pissed-off demon possessing a human comes bursting out.
"Final-fucking-ly! Can we please never do this shit again or can I at least take a smartphone next time, for fuck's sake?"
You ignore her already, however, heading back to the house. You need to do the thing... With the freight train thing... On the way, you pluck a piece of fruit, absent-mindedly turning it into more sorbet to replace what you used up yesterday.
"Muh," you mutter. The anal demon better make you lunch later.
"Chuuh, fogrunners are actually quite fascinating little things, if you know a thing or two about then, chuhchuhchuh," Brian says with his usual weird Puchuu laugh. You think it may be racist to think that, but you also don't really care. "They are actually leftovers of the early industrial revolution, chuh, coal mines and factories of all stripes that developed a life of their own."
"Muh," you reply as you direct the enormous buzzsaw you can see through the screen you're working on at the moment. You have no idea when or how Brian installed a factory floor under the house, but here you are, with enough space to store the whole fogrunner you hunted yesterday and spare.
Also, the machines are fun to play around with. Giant drills are the best.
"Puchuuh, indeed, their tendency to prey on children comes from the way children were used back in those days," Brian explains. "So they still seek to use them as fuel for themselves, chuh. They lure them into their own little mirror worlds full of pollution and capture them to stuff them into their body to burn them alive and keep the souls to use their suffering, in fact, puuh."
So basically, they use heat, and are therefore your natural enemies. "Furnaces," you say, remembering what you saw.
"Chuuh, those are a very prominent part of their makeup, yes," your advisor confirms. "Ah, chuhareful, try not to cut the anal incinerators, there's usually a few souls stuck in there, chuh."
You heed the obvious expert's words as you operate the equipment, moving the form of the enormous monster around on the raised platform you use the big magnets to put it onto. "Mhm."
"Chuh, they can actually reproduce by splitting off parts of themselves with enough souls stored inside as fuel, they just do it very rarely. They are actually a rarity in how little overt sexuality they represent despite specifically preying on children as a rule, puchuuh. Something certain researchers suspect to be caused by how they are made of human greed and inhumanity rather than the usual perversion that causes monsters of this kind to rise."
"Muh," you make. Something you would be much more interested in is what you could use this thing for after all the trouble it was to murder it.
"Chupuchuh, this is one of those monsters suited for larger scaled projects, chuuh. We could use it to improve the house, if you want. Chuh." Huh, going so far as to live in the body of the monsters you've killed does speak to some part of your barbarian hindbrain, you think. You wouldn't be opposed to it, and maybe you could do something particularly fancy, too... It all depends on what Brian can do, you suppose.
"Chuuh, there really are a lot of things we could do with this," Brian says as he looks over the short list he wrote up, just for the sake of having one to look at. "Chuh, come to think of it, there's a bounty on fogrunners, too. Or there used to. We'll have to see if it's still in place."
"Muh," you reply, eloquently remarking that more money is always good and wondering how much work it will be to install many of the changes Brian suggested- most of them on the house instead of you, for once.
Except for the engine he wanted to install inside of you. It wouldn't really add that much functionality and particularly wouldn't be worth replacing the secondary heart beating inside of your chest over.
"Are you chuuhre you don't want the internal engine?" Brian confirms once again. "Becoming a proper cyborg would have many advantages, chuh, not the least of which-"
"Muh," you interrupt, not caring about the virtues of implanting more machinery inside yourself the first time he tried to convince you and not having changed your opinion since.
"Anyway, most of this stuff is probably easier if I just do it myself, especially installing the fence, puchuuh- you'd just mess it up." You move to protest the insinuation and remark that you have a hundred times the skill Brian does in every respect, but the deviant villain cuts you off before you can. "In the meantime, why don't we head over to the medbay, chuh, so I can begin the spine augmentations?"
... Brian is not wrong, the sooner you have more implements of stabbiness and holding down Olivia to reward her for being useful for once the better. Also, hopefully Brian can-
"Oh hey, a fogrunner. Thought I smelt something burnt," the anal demon interrupts your train of thought. When did she even get down to the factory area? Your instinctive thought is to punish her for her insolence, but she continues speaking. "If you brought its head to the nearest big place, you could probably get some decent cash. Or at least bragging rights and free drinks."
"... Big place?" You ask.
"Oh yeah, there's a few tricks to finding actual settlements in the Sprawl if you know them," she explains. "Good places to, y'know, do magical business if you don't want to bet on a wandering trader having what you need. Seriously, how do you not know this?"
You look at Brian. Brian swishes his tail. "Anyway, chuh, let's get going and take care of the procedure already."
... What were you doing again? Right, better not waste time. You can ask about magical communities later.
Going through the surgery required to add monster parts to yourself is fairly quick and painless, thanks to Brian probably getting the details down and into a routine by this point. Of course, this does not stop him from trying to distract you with irrelevant factoids as you crawl all over the ceiling with your new not-spider legs to closer inspect some of the cameras he has set up.
"Chuuh, that's right," he begins in a tone portraying false innocence, "chuh should probably have the place you killed the fogrunner exorcised at some point, puchuh."
"Yeah, places where the things die usually have some major bad mojo floating around," the anal demon adds, still hanging around for some reason. "If you give a fuck, should probably take care of it."
"Muh," you say, explaining that you do not, in fact, give a fuck.
"Puchuuh, better to do it before any evil spirits or undead rise, chuh," the Puchuu in the room disagrees with your divine decree. "Chuuhst get that priest you got the holy water from to bless the area, chuh."
You look at him mulishly. Upside down, of course, because you can do that now when you hold onto the ceiling just right.
"Won't get paid for any of those, chuh," Brian preempts your obvious argument. "Just do it at some point in the next few days, chuh."
"Muh." You are complaining, but you know you will do it... Probably. "Big place?"
That's right, Brian, this Jackie did not, in fact, forget about that detail!
"Chuuh, there are some settlements of various magical beings out in the Overcity, yes," he admits. Too easily, you were looking forwards to freezing him up to his neck in ice. "Not to be mistaken with places where normal cities simply integrate parts of the Overcity, chuuh, and mundanes consider it a normal part of them. There are markers, at times, that show others the way towards them, puchuh, but the mercurial nature of-"
"Yeah, there's one of those right outside the house," anal demon interjects in a bored tone of voice, critically observing her fingernails. "Can't miss it if you know what you're looking for."
"Puchuuuuuuuh you chuh little chuh chuuh puchupuchuchuuuuh!"
You eye Brian-
Brian's tail is swishing
You wait for Brian to tell you more.
"Chuuh, you can go out and play later, just remember that few places in the Overcity are safe, chuh," your Puchuu tells you, seemingly happy to let you explore around. "If you get mugged, it's- chuchuchuh, screw that, just remember that if you mug people, some may be stronger than they seem."
That seems reasonable.
After all the excitement and the exhausting fight against the fogrunner (why did you have to talk so much...), it is only logical that you would follow up with a day of rest and relaxation.
By which you mean you tried to train and improve, but a sudden explosion of cold and subsequent persistent waves of cold coming from you you can't seem to get rid of convinced you to do otherwise. Who knew playing around with cosmic powers would lead to unexpected and inconvenient outcomes like this?
So instead you are taking care of a few other things, which mostly consist of exploring Brian's underground complex of a lab, leaving a great amount of small holes in the metal walls and ceilings as you go. Because while you would never do this in your own living space, here it's Brian's problem, which is a sacrifice you are willing to make to not have to walk on the ground like the peasants and serfs.
You are also followed by the one project you have finally completed after experimenting and practicing and obviously being a better magical researcher than Brian.
It isn't entirely silent by any means, the sound of ice crunching and grinding against itself accompanying every move, but it is powered by your magic, which inherently makes it a superior combatant to pretty much everything you have dealt with so far.
... Okay, maybe a few of the monsters you defeated are in the same league, roughly speaking, but if you measure fighting power in individual Olivias (a measurement which is minimally more valuable than you would have thought, admittedly, but is still fairly weak), they account for at least ten, maybe twenty Olivias.
Truly a majestic creature.
Of course, you also make a point to gather intelligence while on your scouting run (seriously this place is massive and you have no idea what the torture chambers are even for), by asking people stuff. "Brian."
The Puchuu is currently engaged in what seems like him chasing a red dot across the floor when you find him, but he stops and pays attention to you without wasting a moment. Good. "Chuuh, what is it, Jackie?"
"Steal girls?" You do (vaguely) remember that Brian seemed disinclined to make more magical girls, but the fact that Olivia has proven she is both useful and also exists means that if he could steal her from her current Puchuu, you could keep her around as a permanent minion.
And more minions are always better.
"Chuuh, it is possible for a magical girl to officially go from one Puchuu's oversight to another, but rather rare, chuh," Brian says, starting to pace in front of you. "Most often when one team needs reinforcements or has grown too big for its location, puchuuh. Or when a girl's family moves, chuh. Would need actual chuhstification."
"Mhm." Mildly disappointing, but if it involves more effort than you grabbing her and carrying her off, it can't be helped. "... Losses?"
"Chuuh, sometimes girls die, yes," the Puchuu you poke for information confirms your interpretation of why a team of magical girls would need to be reinforced.
"Recycle coins?" As it is, it sounds like the total economy of coins would mean that any magical girl being created, which costs coins, would eventually lead to a loss of total coins in the world, which is a reduction in the total loot you can take.
"Chuuh, moving girls around is usually a temporary measure while waiting for them to revive, chuh."
"... Revive." There is that word. You are not sure it means what you think it means.
"Chuh, magical girls come back from the dead after enough time, puuh," Brian drops casually. "It is just a matter of willpower and strength of character how long, chuuh, and they often lose some of their strength."
Neat.
Aside from this, you also order the anal demon to show you those markers she mentioned, making her explain how one can orient oneself through them half a dozen times. You understood it the first time, of course, it's as simple as just following arrows, but you enjoy making her suffer.
Then, of course, you conduct an experiment. Because you are a great scientist that is much better at this than Brian, again.
What happens when you put coins, which are magic primed to be infused into other objects or creatures, into your guns, which seem to be some expression of your soul and therefore a part of yourself... That you should be able to strengthen with such?
You play around with what you can do for a bit, using the old trick of a piece of string tied around the coin to keep it only half-submersed inside of the metal of your weapons and feel out the various ways you could apply the little spark of power that is a copper coin.
It's actually quite interesting, and you spend a bit longer on this than strictly necessary while trying to divine the possible ways you could potentially improve your guns. But dreams about one day cracking planets with a casual twist of your hand and squeeze of the trigger will have to wait as you finally let go of the copper coin, having found no real way to remove it from your gun once the fusion is initiated.
Kind of a waste, but it's just a copper. A miniscule crumb of power, entirely different from the deep well that you can feel from your bronze coins. And your silver coin, freshly received after Brian came back with the proceeds of the fogrunner...
Like a flare of energy, contained between your hands when you hold it. You could stare at it for hours, at this rate, though you would probably get tired of that, if you're honest.
... You wonder how it would taste like. But you shouldn't... Right? We're a good girl, daddy, we don't put weird things in our mouth
Oh, right, it's nearly evening already. Time for a quick dinner, then you'll go see if that serial rapist and murderer priest is still hanging around his church so you can drag him to that playground. Might as well take care of this stuff quickly.
The fogrunner from yesterday was, without a single doubt, one of the most subversive and dangerous foes you have faced as of yet. It follows, of course, that you must brag about your definitive victory, achieved by nothing but your own power and wits!
Only two beings are easily accessible for the sake of said boasting as you rise on your ice platform, but you merely choose to go full force about it to do it just that much harder, sending Melanie and Olivia the full entry of your little self-made bestiary, with the picture of yourself you made Olivia take after the fight in it. 'True power.'
Truly, your awesomeness knows no bounds.
Either way, you don't need to wait for all too long to arrive at that one church, landing and stowing away the platform you took. Your phone is buzzing, but you simply don't have the time to pay attention to it right now.
Once inside, it takes you but a few moments to find the crazy priest, Nathaniel. He's talking to a family, you think, smiling his fake smile and probably selling them cards to a rock concert with Jesus for once they go to heaven.
That's how religion works, right?
However, you are immensely patient and nigh infinite in your benevolence and wisdom, so you do not pull a gun on anyone to make things go faster as you wait for your contact to get a move on already. Which happens decently quickly, Nathaniel noticing you approaching and seemingly hurrying things along.
Once the peons are gone, he comes before you where you're resting among the pews. Because screw standing around when you could sit instead.
"Hello, dear child," the priest says, the twinkle in his eyes telling you he hasn't forgotten you're very far from a normal kid your age, "what can this humble house of God do for you this evening?"
"Dead kids," you explain in-depth the dilemma you find yourself in. "Funeral rites."
In fact, to make sure he understands (and you do not need to keep on explaining stuff out loud), you pull out your smartphone and call upon the bestiary entry of the fogrunner you made with Brian's explanations (and the pictures you took), holding it out for the crazy priest to see.
He takes it, carefully, and frowns as his eyes scan the text. You have done rather well with your little project, if you do say so yourself, and so the impact of the words is enhanced by the impeccable presentation and the pictures detailing everything relevant.
"Truly, man is the greatest monster, in the end," the guy eventually mourns, giving you back your phone. "I assume the vile hell engine's remnants need to be purified of its' victims suffering?"
"Nuh," you shake your head. "Place of destruction."
"I see." The clergyman presses his lips against each other, taking a quick look around. "It is quite late in the day, so perhaps my absence won't be an issue, depending on how far away this place is. Just let me go get the holy book and some water."
"Muh," you nod. Finally, someone that knows what he's doing. Perhaps you should look into more insane serial murderers and rapists to hire as minions going forward, by which you mean making them work for you for free.
See, Nathaniel has the right of it. Following your commands is reward enough in itself.
Things go pretty fast, for all that your priestly companion is trying to draw things out in the name of 'propriety'. You lead him to the playground that the evil little bastard with the size and temperament of a freight train died in, concentrating on your magical sight to see just a faint hint of dark glimmering all over the place, something so faint you didn't exactly pay attention to it back when you had to beat back Olivia from following you to infiltrate your home base.
He's citing a few words from the bible, in-between quietly announcing a few heartwarming messages- he doesn't know any of the children that died in this place but wishes for their peace after death regardless, how all life is precious and even more so such young ones, how deplorable it was for these ones to be cut short so dramatically and so on and so forth, you don't really listen much. All that matters is that he does the thing, sprinkles some blessed water near the edges of the playground and, soon enough, the sense of grudgy-ness you think you could feel around the area fades away.
Good, good.
"Thank you for bringing me here," he says once he's done, still talking quietly. "Nothing pains me more than the souls of the innocent in pain, or outright danger, like this. If anything of the like comes up, please do not hesitate to call on me- I took the freedom to note my personal number down, just for convenience."
You take the little piece of paper he hands you with a respectful nod.
"Now then, I should return to the church, unless anything else requires my aid." With that, the priest turns to walk back the way you led him, giving you a wave on the way out. Good boy.
You loathe being at the whim of your phone rather than the other way around, but even so you should probably attend to the renewed stream of vibrations coming from your dress' hidden pockets. Taking a moment to enter Nathaniel's number into your contact list, you finally open the messaging app that came pre-installed and look up what the issue is.
Over a hundred messages from Melanie, it would seem. You scroll through them, mentally phasing out in that way you're good at while paying minimal attention to what you're doing, finally coming to the conclusion that Melanie seems to be demanding attention as your girlfriend, asking how you're doing, where you are, if she should come find you and the like.
You can't begrudge her. You are so incredibly fabulous you obviously attract her attention all the time even from afar.
The later texts, however, are growing more and more irate, culminating in her commenting that she is going out to find you. Which is complete lunacy, of course- your mastery of stealth and swift movement means that Melanie could never-
"There, you, are," an out-of-breath Melanie says, pointing an arm with a certain bracelet on it at you. "Found you, Jackie."
Ah jeez, she really wanted some time with you, didn't she?
"I was so worried, I ran all the way to find you. Are you okay?"
... She must be confused due to a lack of oxygen reaching her head. You approach her, wrapping one arm around her back and getting on your tippy toes to stroke it.
Melanie chuckles a little as she works on regaining her capacity for clear thought.
"And you're really fine? I was so worried when I saw that picture." Melanie is still hovering all over you, touching you as though wounds would reopen by doing so. Not that you mind all that much- once you started nibbling on the fingers feeling up your jaw where part of it was missing yesterday she just got some cookies to feed you instead, so you're taking things in stride while nibbling on them.
"'m fine," you protest in return for the attention, secretly preening at what a desirable girlfriend you are for Melanie to care so much. "Easy peasy."
She sighs, patting your hair. You graciously let her and lean into her hand. "I know, I know. You're really amazing, you know Jackie?"
You do. There is no being in existence more amazing than yourself.
The two of you are currently inside of Melanie's room, she sitting on her bed while you are sitting on her lap. After a moment of hesitation, she hugs you to her chest, two perky little mounds tempting you to try and turn around. "That thing you fought was... Really fucked up, going by that description you sent me."
"Mhm," you agree happily, proudly showing her your phone with all your notes on the various monsters you've fought. "Bestiary."
"This is..." As soon as her attention begins to waver, however, you quickly hide it away again.
"Muh." A bit of wiggling and pushing later, Melanie is lying back on her bed, allowing you to cuddle at her more effectively. "Dinner?"
"We already ate earlier, what do you..." You explain your suggestion by taking off your panties, allowing your already hardening cock to emerge from beneath your dress. "Ah, that kind of dinner."
You nod, still with a cookie in your mouth.
"If you weren't trying to feed me, I would call you insatiable," Melanie chuckles, one hand wandering down to wrap around your mighty trouser snake. "But I won't complain."
You smugly continue nibbling on your cookie as your girlfriend nudges you around to get off her and allow her to get at your prodigious member. Time to pump her belly full in that way only you can.
Okay, I don't really do diary stuff like this normally, but seeing the way Jackie documents everything she fights, I guess I should do something like that? Not that I have much to write about, but maybe it helps.
So I'm making two separate accounts, one for the magical stuff I keep on picking up and this one, for things I notice about Jackie. For information to tell her about I already have my phone's notepad, so that'll suffice for now.
About Jackie: She's all kinds of weird, but I think I'm beginning to understand how she works. She doesn't speak much, which could be either a magical girl thing, or it could be a lack of socialization over long periods of time leading to her simply not developing the habit of speaking aloud. I think it's the latter, but I'm hardly an expert- It's also not something you can really arrange an expert opinion on for.
Jackie's body seems to undergo frequent changes, but according to what I've been able to find out it's less some form of metamorphosis and more her taking on attributes or body parts from monsters she has defeated. I have the sneaking suspicion this is not normal magical girl behaviour, but until and unless I can get a comparison case, that's all I can say.
In general, she seems to be behaving recklessly, with a wide disregard for others which, again, speaks for my isolation theory. However, once she recognizes someone as significant, she becomes extremely caring of them even as she has trouble paying attention to or empathizing with them.
Jackie is also very cute.
Seriously. She loves cookies and sweets, loves being pet and fed and is just like an ultimate fluffball, just without making many, if any, expressions. However, if you pay attention to her body language, she becomes really easy to read anyway. She's absolutely delighted whenever someone gives her sweets, to the point I'd be worried about pedos approaching her with candy and white windowless vans if she wouldn't probably just murder any that try.
And yes, she would. Jackie is a stone-cold killer due to her lifestyle of having to kill monsters that are trying to rape her (or worse) all the time and I sincerely doubt she wouldn't just instantly lose patience with anyone seriously getting in her way. She is, however, not an indiscriminate killer or anything.
Back on topic, Jackie is extremely happy whenever she gets to actually, well, interact with someone. Her ears waggle, her arms and hands move around and she kicks out her legs, a notable difference to how she acts when left alone for a bit. Of course then there's how she is the moment I grab her penis.
And no, i will not record details on her dick size and specifications. It is very big and let's leave it at that.
The slightest stimulation can turn her from an emotionless little doll to a mewling kitten. Her expression goes slack, she opens her mouth and sometimes even has saliva running out of it, and she just endlessly wants to have sex. Seriously, her libido is unreal.
She also cums fucking buckets. If I wasn't developing a kink for that, I may be scared. Or annoyed.
Jackie fights a lot of scary monsters, as I already mentioned. I may have been underestimating just how scary, though, given I know she seems to be regularly horribly wounded while doing so. Exactly how or why she does this whole monster hunter thing remains unknown, but I have no idea whether that's because she is secretive about it or simply not mentioning it due to communicative difficulties.
She seems to regenerate most damage, though, or at least I have not been able to find a single scratch when I tried looking for any remaining issues after I found her following the pictures and excerpt from her 'bestiary' she sent me. And believe me, I looked.
So yes, I'm gonna keep observing Jackie for any changes and note them down here, just so I can go over things and try to make sense of her. It feels a bit stalker-y, but I feel if I don't order my thoughts and put them into words like this, I'm going to miss something important one day.
-Melanie
-So she's immortal
-More like she has a second phase that's literally impossible to beat
QM: Technically, she regenerates any damage she takes and has a huge health pool
QM: So she's just very hard to beta in practice
-hax, pls nerf
-She basically went super saiyan mode in the middle of the fight
-Super saiyan cold edition
-She has supersonic ice projectiles that literally raped the hellfire train
-So basically, we can't possibly defeat her
QM: You could if you leveraged you and your team's powers
-So no, we can't defeat her
-Bubbles is gonna jump on that cock faster than she can fail
QM: No comment
-So basically the literal snake can go fuck itself, but no way are we trying to fight THAT
-Yeah, nothing that can shrug off half a missing face is a good idea to fight
-I mean... she has to have a limited amount of mana
-QM: She also regenerates mana much faster than most other girls, fyi
-fuuuuck
-Srsly how many unfair advantages does she have
QM: A lot. She wouldn't be the last boss if she didn't
Sleeping with Melanie (as opposed to 'sleeping' sleeping) is soothing and relaxing, in part due to what you suspect to be a magical power of hers you are, of course, going to hoard to yourself with all your might. Her slim, tall body is hugging you to her chest, the two of you not engaged in sleepy sex for once, and somehow you don't actually mind the lost opportunity.
Even if you totally would take that cute butt to pound town at the slightest provocation. Last night you were just kind of happy to simply feed your girlfriend so much of your spunk her stomach started to show a little and cuddle with her until you fell asleep.
Why are you having this deep, nigh philosophical mental monologue this early in the morning? Well, a conflict of interests has arisen, to say the least. On the one hand, you want to farm Melanie for more and more intimacy until some vague theory of a nutrient you would call Melanitin causes a retroactive overflow of energy within you and gives you unlimited power... But on the other hand you smell the heavenly scent of breakfast, and the drool gathering at the corner of your mouth is not only caused by the thought of Melanie's nipples.
The eternal conflict of the human condition, hunger versus horny versus sleepy. For a brief moment, you feel like you are arriving at an epiphany of sorts, a moment of understanding and enlightenment that sets you aside from the common plebs and lets you realize a deeper aspect of existence.
Then Melanie wakes up and her stomach growls and you have more important things to do in the form of stroking her belly. "Mhm... Morning Jackie," she yawns. "Sleep well?"
"Muh," you agree.
"Oh, it's getting late already... Want to get breakfast?"
"Muh."
"Too bad, I don't wanna get up yet." You do not complain about her arms hugging you a bit tighter.
Cuddles are nice
After breakfast with Melanie's parents, who might or might not be suspecting something (they acted kind of weird, but putting guns to their heads would be the wrong move, you think), you leave the house together with Melanie, who promises to make sure you 'reach school'. Which means, obviously, seeing you off as you fly off on a fresh ice platform to go bully Olivia some more (not that she knows, you just told her you had 'magical girl stuff' to do).
It takes a little luck and abusing your vantage point, but catching Olivia on her way from her home to the nearest bus station is easy enough thanks to the wonders of modern Science! By which you mean looking it up, of course. The internet can tell you everything you need to know about anyone you would need to know anything about.
All their deepest, darkest secret are yours if you can only be arsed to look them up. It's wonderful.
"Mhm," you say regardless as you float downward, a stunned greenhead (Is that a word?) looking up at you. "Muh."
"Jackie, uh, what are you doing here?" She asks, her eyes darting towards the bus station before focusing back on you. "Wait, before that! Are you alright? You were-"
"Muh," you interrupt her useless ramblings. You have come to bully her, not to talk to her.
You position your majestic ice platform near the bus station, the rickety old thing barely more than a set of windshields and a timetable held together by a metal frame and with a couple of seats made of the same stuff. Once there, you smugly project your superiority.
"Uh... What are you doing Jackie?" Olivia is where she belongs, beneath you and tilting her head upwards to behold your inherently better (than her) self.
"Waiting. Escort." Really, it's almost like you can't be a responsible pet owner taking her for walkies to her school every now and then.
"What-" Olivia is confused, but sees the bus drive around the corner, arriving at the street she is waiting at. "You don't need to, really, I'll be-"
This time you interrupt her by swooping down on your flying bastion of superiority, moving towards its edge and positioning it so you can hug her from behind... and let your hands creep under her shirt.
"Jackie, please nodon'tthisis-" Olivia is panicking now, but there is nothing to fear. For you, anyway. What people rationalize this as is completely unimportant to your life.
Except, when the bus stops and the doors open, one girl with dark hair in particular looks out of it, perplexed as though this wasn't a completely normal everyday occurrence. She disembarks, heedless of the fact you are pushing Olivia forwards to get her into the bus. "What are you doing to Olivia?"
You narrow you eyes. This is weird, and nothing at all how you imagined it, meaning this must be the work of an enemy. And true enough, this unknown stranger gives off a faint (very faint) magical aura. "Who're you?"
"I'm Kerrie, Olivia's friend. And you are not removing your hands from her."
What is this obvious made-up lie of a story, really. If she wanted to fool you, she should have thought of something more believable. "Impossible," you say, still glued to the speechless and possibly mildly fainting green girl, one hand retreating from the inside of her clothes to point at her. "No friends."
"Well I am her friend, so you're obviously wrong," the probably evil magical shapeshifter with mind control capabilities or something insists. "Now let go of her."
... Wait a moment, you could be wrong. This could be... "No bully," you sternly inform the possible interloper that she has trespassed on your victim. Which is just unacceptable. "Mine."
The situation is escalating, you feel, but you have no idea how.
Kerrie was not expecting being thrust into what looked a lot like a hostage situation with some kind of weird magical girl (or monster, maybe) first thing in the morning, but she supposed this was about what her job was as a magical girl nowadays.
The white-haired girl she'd found molesting her teammate was sitting on some kind of construct seemingly made of ice, which by pokemon typings meant she had an advantage, but in terms of physics was probably a bad thing, as ice actually required a lot of energy to melt when looking at open flame.
So it could go either way, she concluded. Best not to risk a fight and try to de-escalate somehow. Get her away from Olivia and get the fully story, calling in Bubbles to-
"Explain," the girl said, her face still not betraying even a hint of emotion. It was fairly unsettling to watch, especially when she used both hands to do... something under Olivia's clothes.
"E-eh... Right, Jackie, this is Kerrie, she's, ah, she's my friend." The disturbing girl's arms twisted, Olivia gritting her teeth with a wild look in her eyes and buckling knees. "She- she's a magical girl, just like us!"
"Muh," the younger girl made, barely moving her mouth. Whatever the sound was supposed to signify, if it indeed had any meaning at all, Kerrie had no idea.
"A-and this is Jackie," Olivia 'introduced' her assailant. "Sh-she's also a magical girl, and she's really really strong."
The girl in question tilted her head upwards slightly, as though to look down her nose at the world around her.
"Hello, Jackie, nice to meet you," Kerrie forced herself to say despite the situation.
"Muh."
"Now what exactly are you doing to Olivia, and would you please stop doing so?" She continued after the interruption.
"Escort," the weirdly taciturn girl said, making Kerrie blink. Did- did she think Olivia was an escort girl and-
"I-I think she means to escort me to school?" Olivia's voice was shaky. "Because she waited near the bus stop."
"Mhm."
"Even so, this is no way to- wait, the bus!" Kerrie turned around, only now realizing that the bus had already driven off what felt like half an hour ago. "Ugh, we are so going to be late for school."
"Muh." This time, the utterance seems to be trying to say something, but if this girl, Jackie, wouldn't use words (despite having shown the capability to), Kerrie wasn't going to try and figure out what she was trying to say.
The ice construct lowered closer to the ground, for the first time letting Kerrie appreciate just how small the menacing girl was, for all that Olivia had described her as being 'very strong'. Delicate, obviously younger than both of the other two girls present and with frail features, she would be the kind of girl everyone else was careful towards to make sure she didn't hurt herself under most circumstances.
However, she was also still molesting Olivia like some filthy train molester. "Come," she said, visibly pulling her victim onto the floating platform she was sitting on before looking at Kerrie.
Menacingly, for all that she was still completely expressionless.
"I, think you're supposed to get on here?" Olivia suggested, Jackie (apparently) agreeing by repeatedly patting the ice next to herself.
"Carry."
"Are you saying that you will bring us to school?" Kerrie confirmed, receiving a nod in return. Huh. Maybe Jackie wasn't so bad after all.
... Or she would be, if she stopped getting grabby all over Olivia.
Not seeing any other alternative to avoid being late, Kerrie climbed aboard, crawling towards the center of the construct to avoid unbalancing it and looking towards the other two. "Are you going to stop that?"
"Muh," Jackie replied with a shake of her head. Figured.
"Olivia, doesn't that bother you?" She just had to approach this from all angles, then.
"M- A little, but don't, nnh, worry," her teammate brought out, still not struggling against the molestation she was receiving. "It's just how Jackie shows, hher affection."
... Well now Kerrie couldn't really say anything without making an ass of herself. Even if she really, really wanted to.
Meanwhile, Jackie was fiddling with an object she had pulled out from somewhere, looking like a box made of metal covered in these weird runes. Olivia choked a little when she saw it, but the white-haired girl just opened it up to stack a hand inside (much deeper than it should have been able to fit) and pulled out three bars of chocolate.
Wordlessly, she held one out to Kerrie. Mildly perplexed, she took it. Then Olivia got one stuffed into her mouth, too, while Jackie used one hand to nibble on her own chocolate and the other one to, once again, feel up Olivia.
This wasn't going to stop anytime soon, was it?
"Muh." Kerrie looked back at Jackie when she heard her make weird Jackie noises again, distracted from looking at where she could see school already.
The ominous magical girl was holding up a smartphone, showing her a string of numbers. "Are you... saying we should keep in touch?"
"Mhm," she nodded. That at least it was possible to interpret. "Numbers."
"Right." This was probably not going to go horribly, so Kerrie went ahead and looked up her own number, having saved it under her contacts for ease of reference.
The exchange went smoothly, though Olivia was just sitting there awkwardly while Jackie had one arm slung around her, the other one busy with her phone. "Muh."
... Seriously, was she trying to say something? If so, what? Or was it just a way to get under Kerrie's skin and make her overthink things?
"So, uh, I don't think I've seen you around school, where do you go to?" They were closing in on the roof, where she supposed the ice (probably) girl was going to set them down.
"Muh?" Jackie made, tilting her head only to then raise her head again looking vaguely smug once more. "Heh."
"I, uh, I don't think Jackie goes to school," Olivia said, subtly trying to wind out of Jackie's grip to no avail.
"Wait, really? What do you do instead?" The thought hadn't even occurred to Kerrie before.
"Not suck," Jackie said. Yeah, forget it, she was definitely being smug.
"Where do you live, actually?" Olivia, again, asked, the green-haired girl now actually taking part in the conversation. "I was trying to find you and make sure you were okay last time, but I had no idea where your home is."
"... Secret." Because of course this incredibly frustrating girl would be smug about this, too. Chances were she was just going to pretend to have some secret base somewhere to look cooler, too.
"Right, and it's not like your parents are still around," the conversation continued, this time throwing Kerrie for a loop. Jackie was an orphan? Shit, did she think badly about orphans now? "Just..."
Lost for words, Olivia blinked, probably just realizing they were right on top of school... a good few minutes earlier than the bus, too. However, Jackie simply turned her head around, gripping it with one hand, and k- ki- kissed Olivia right on the mouth, the other girl's eyes wide open and panicked.
"Mwah." Releasing her after a long twelve seconds (Kerrie counted), Jackie stood up on the platform, tilting her head. "School?"
The tilting of the platform made it clear what she meant. "Wait, we need to- are you and Olivia-"
Kerrie was not prepared to be held at gunpoint, and yet suddenly Jackie had a very big gun with a very sharp-looking thingie on it pointed right at her face. "School."
"O- okay."
Jackie nodded, still without any emotion visible whatsoever.
Making connections with other magical girls, you imagine, is part of the job, insofar as it pays to have convenient pawns ready to jump into the fire for you while you can look perfect and unapproachable as always at them and save them from their own ineptitude at the nick of time every time, so you will just consider the talking you forced yourself to do a good thing and move on.
That's how it works in the shows!
You think you made a good impression on that Kerrie girl, even if you absolutely do not trust her yet and will stalk her on social media to investigate whether or not she is a facehugger, a lizard person, a shared hallucination or similar or not.
You still do not trust anyone claiming to be Olivia's friend, even if it could be a misunderstanding and she is just a magical girl working with your pet in a professional capacity. You will keep an eye on the situation, digitally.
In the meantime, your portal to the Overcity has closed up already, according to your timers, so you shall simply choose a random warehouse to train your spells within for the time being. It is important that you never cease improving, for while perfection as a concept is forever unattainable, you must ensure that you are the single closest being to reaching it at all times.
It is a work in progress, but progress you do make. You also make it a point to pilfer the crates someone negligently left standing around for anything useful (your magical box of holding forged out of the fogrunner continues to be extremely useful) before covering the entirety of the building's insides in extreme amounts of cold.
They had a few preserved edibles around (that you eat or keep), a few toys and game cartridges (which you keep just in case you get the consoles later) and some more odds and ends, all of which suffer from either disappearance or an overeager cooling system.
At least that's what people will probably think. You assume, anyway.
You may have spent most of the day in that random warehouse, until the alarm you set reminds you that the portal is about to open again, but it is a very productive day nevertheless.
You look around, at the battered, frost-covered surroundings. Yup. Extremely productive.
Next up, time to go pester Brian and do some minor preparations before tonight. It is time you confronted your old enemies.
"Muh. Brian." As always, the Puchuu haunting the underground areas you're pretty sure are actively growing day by day even though you never see nor hear anything of the sort happening is quick to respond when you prompt him to appear before you.
You like the implications. Serving staff should do so, always.
"Chuuh?" Of course, you are coming to him rather than the other way around, but still, the thought counts all the same. "What do you need?"
"Questions," you preface your request for information. Brian, in turn, leaps onto the nearest surface in the lab you called him to, that being a desk containing some documents and a half-dissected human heart (you think).
"Feel free, chuh, I will answer what I can."
"Magical thieves," you begin with one of the more innocuous issues plaguing your mind. "Suggestions?"
"Chuuh, while deploying wide-area surveillance might be enough to get a clue, if it's just going around stealing things it will either move on at some point or slip up by itself, chuh," your advisor advises you with his sage advice. "Chuhst wait and see."
"Muh." Not exactly what you wanted, but good enough, you suppose. Your next question is a lot more complicated, however, and so you take a moment to consider how to word it. "Narrative."
"Puchuuh, it could be called that, yes," Brian agrees. "Fate has a very real influence on things, and it does trend towards certain patterns that fall in certain directions more often than not, chuh."
Exactly. That's why you are the supreme ruler of all that is, it just hasn't happened yet. To get to the point you know you are destined to be (because you would reject literally any and all possible routes reality could be taking that involve you ever not dominating everything before you), however, you need to continue growing in power still. "Shounen?"
The power of friendship and love and becoming stronger at the last moment to defeat an overwhelming foe, yay!
"Chuuh." Brian seems to almost deflate and chew his words over and over as he answers reluctantly. "Sometimes, chuh. The most reliable way to invoke this trope is to go on extended training montages and hope for the best, puchuuh. Do not attempt to fight a foe that is stronger than you, chuh, especially not if you have any comrades. Just sacrifice them to flee and return stronger."
Booh~! Another idea.
"... Cultivation?"
"Chuh! No! Never! Those baschuhs are completely rechuhd and chuh chuchuchuh chuuh! They believe some backwards pseuchuh religions and never realized they mutachuhd into monsters themselves after generations of inbreechung in highly magically active areas, chuh! Their way of 'acquiring' power relies on chuhing each other up and self-destructive drug habits, chuh! It'd be one thing if they actually knew what they are doing, but they grow stronger through sheer ignorance, chuuuuh! The dumber they are, the better for them!"
Clearly, Brian has some strong feelings on this matter. You will let it lie for the time being. From what you understood, it seems to be more of a generation change into a new subspecies of humans, similar to how Brian explained elves and dwarves to you, anyway, and therefore useless to you.
One more avenue to power, then. Unsheathing your blade from behind your back, you waggle it around a bit. "Powerful."
"Chuhes, Jackie, your sword is very powerful. Do not attempt to throw it into a pot to 'refine' it." He's still pissed about the mention of cultivators?
No matter. You materialize one of your guns and hold it up next to the sword. "Transfer?"
"Chuuh?" Perfect. The mention of a complicated problem or question suffices to immediately calm Brian down and bring him back to the actual matter at hand. "Chuh. Would need a gold or two, and maybe have effects beyond what you would expect, but functchuhnally warping your soul to affix the metaphysical aspects of an item of this complexity to it chuhld be possible, puuh."
Mhm. Out of reach for the moment, but viable in the long run... If you really want to go through with it, of course. Still, good to know it actually is possible.
"Chuh, I need to revisit my plans for a negaton nuke, puchuuh, now that you've reminded me," Brian suddenly perks up. "Nobody ever really needed that section of Asia anyway, chuuh, and now that I am down on the ground already..."
... You are not sorry, nor worried. What happens, happens, and any collateral damage probably deserves it anyway.
Brian, however, is not the only one that has to answer your questions to your satisfaction, in particular those you have essentially enslaved to your eternal will.
You mean, of course, the anal demon. "You. Use?"
The infernal creature possessing a tanned human body looks up from where it was busy eating your damn sweets, swallowing its ill-gotten gains with a roll of its eyes. "We already had this conversation, didn't we?"
"Muh." You do not care. You will repeatedly ask the same question over and over again to compare what she says in response. This is not insanity- it is careful confirmation of your own bias, and it is how science works, ask anyone.
"Well, fuck me in the tits, guess we're doing this, then." The anal demon sighs, leaning back in the kitchen seat she has (unrightfully) appropriated. "Okay, so guess first of all, I can tell you stuff that the furball downstairs 'conveniently' forgets to mention... You know, like the fact the next market in the Sprawl is, like, half an hour on foot from here. Also, in case you forgot already, which, wow, I can hook you up with some basic demonology, you know, the basic stuff. Names of power for a couple of suckers, easy ways to get a bunch of imps on demand, the usual."
"Muh." You must continue getting answers from the anal demon, sooner or later she will slip up and reveal the truth she is hiding.
"I can also, y'know, breed stuff? Seems like that's what you're more interested in, anyway." You have no idea where she might have gotten that idea from. You are merely groping her juicy butt while imagining yourself railing it as hard as you can. "So yeah, I'm a one-girl multifunction familiar, I guess. As long as you don't use me in too many weird sacrifical rituals or shit I do't mind hanging around for a while."
Hah, you are far too smart to be fooled this easily. The anal demon is definitely trying to fool you into a false sense of security so she can pull one over on you when you least expect it, but you know better!
She will also cooperate with you until the moment of her sudden, but inevitable betrayal comes upon you, meaning that until then you can freely avail yourself to her help.
"You okay there? You're drooling." You absently wipe you mouth with one of your sleeves, but your other hand continues what it was doing. You wonder when she will start giving milk, and whether it would make sense to get an industrial milker for her.
Viridis isn't even in question for that, you suspect, While you would like nothing more than to drink her sap all the time forever, you're pretty sure she would prefer to just feed it to you directly full stop.
Finally, finally, you take your time to experiment with your runic items, enchanted by yourself and as thus inherently superior to any and all other objects in existence.
Specifically, you have recently figured out a trick, a sort of overcharge of existing runes you can activate by spending your own mana. Somewhat of a large amount, too, but it does result in noticeable changes in using them.
The stuff that protects you from damage eats up a lot of mana but should, at least in theory, work better for a short amount of time, absorbing more damage than it already would have. It is hard to test this, however, and you just don't really want to hurt yourself to prove it.
More interestingly, this trick only works for a short period of time, the runes quickly bleeding off the power injected into them off into the aether, so you quickly direct your gaze towards the items you are using that would synergize with this.
Specifically, the ring you have taken to calling the Ring of Tides. Ordinarily, it conjures a rush of water large and fast enough to wash away a grown person or anything in that general size category, outside whatever magical stuff is strong enough to simply resist this, but when you input a whole bunch of juice into it, it produces a genuine small-scale flood, the recoil of which blows you away and may or may not have demolished a couple of trees around the garden.
... You shall call it watering the plants, and it is a genuinely good thing for the forest. No, you do not care it is saltwater that is conjured by the ring.
In general, it seems like the effect is increased the more mana you inject, scaling up with a sweet spot depending on the item in question. The more powerful the effect, the more mana you can add to it for more power, and the more you need to make a noticeable change in how it works.
It does not, however, affect the time between possible uses for the ring, nor do you think it would on one-use items that have a single effect and then become inert or break. You're particularly thinking back to those little bombs you used way back when your career first started, and the ways they may or may not be able to exhibit vastly increased explosion power if charged up immediately before use.
Or else you could attempt to get more items like the ring, objects that can let you cast simple spells or spell-like abilities repeatedly, if you want to be less, heh, bombastic, and focus more on reusable power instead of burst stuff. Simple logic dictates that single-use consumables would be more powerful, but also more of a pain to replace and all.
Either way, you'll still need to make the equipment in question yourself, or perhaps luck into some that use runes that you didn't make yourself, as the runes are an integral part of this particular ability. You're essentially leveraging your inherent skill with them into a more active use, but you still need those runes themselves to be present to get anywhere with it.
You need to do some construction work as the evening approaches, or really as it happens outside in the real world while you eat dinner at home. You make yourself some quick food- some more of those little baby carrots you liked the last time you cooked them, plus peas and broccoli so it's a healthy meal when you then add a wide assortment of sweets to fortify yourself for the task ahead of you.
Ew, broccoli
What you are doing is not something anyone asked for, nor something anyone will know in the big picture. It is an unthankful task that nobody will grovel before you for, at least unless you make them and that takes the magic out of it anyway.
But all the same, you shall do it, because it is the right thing to do, Jackie damn it. Yes, you are starting to refer to yourself in the third person, and arguing with yourself inside your head, so what of it? Huh? Got a problem?
Yes, it is more than duty demands of you, insofar as you care about the concept, but you shall not waver! And yes, you shall do it! You shall... Kill all the sp*ders!
Without getting close to them as much as possible, of course. Or look at them. Or consciously acknowledge their existence.
Daddy's so weird about this hahaha
Your plan is simple. First, you are creating a large number of ice platforms to serve as both transportation and construction equipment. Then, you combine them with several golems, the long-limbed humanoids made of ice slinking around shiftily.
You shall keep an eye on them. You don't think they can be trusted. Too much criminal energy, just look at them.
First off, orders. You are in a random place somewhat further from your home and somewhat closer to the Abominable Gates of Hell and Pestilence and Also Disgustingness, which is also known as the bug hive. Meaning, you are in the perfect position to set your trap, except the environment is favoring the enemies you are planning on fighting.
You can fix this. "Muh, loot," you tell your golems with a gesture towards the nearby buildings. You shall impose your Jackie Tax upon this place before destroying it.
It takes a few minutes, but before long your servitors return after having forced their ways through the doors, carrying several objects they deposit before you like tribute to some pagan deity.
You like it. More people should do it.
Sorting through the stuff, most of it is food of various kinds, some of which you kick to the side, uninterested, other kinds you consider deeper.
Except for the baby carrots. You pocket them immediately. Also the watermelon, you can turn it into sorbet as snacks really easily. Other tribute includes another weird off-brand smartphone, which you store also just in case, and what looks like... a rice cooker?
You'll take it either way. As you do with the miscellaneous stuff, a few pocket watches, rings of presumably worthwhile composition and assorted jewelry, particularly inside a richly decorated dedicated jewelry box.
Also, out of one of the buildings, your animated minions carry a cardboard box advertising its contents. What is a PlayStriker 4 and why is it better than 'inferior side-dimensional knockoffs'?
Another thing to be figured out at another point in time. Into your box of holding it goes, together with the flatscreen TV found in the same house.
(Intelligence upgrade to run simple errands independently unlocked for Ice Golem)
As you said. Far too much criminal energy, for all that they are mindless outside of your direct control and orders. It is merely a matter of time until their sudden, but inevitable betrayal to usurp your position as their lord, master and creator deity.
Still with the buildings cleared of valuables, it is time for the next step of your plan. Gesturing widely at your gathered minions, you launch into a speech about the glorious future of your syndicate and the necessity of your actions. "Muh. Dig."
Immediately, your ice platforms descend from the sky and are taken in hand by your ice golems, whom use them in pairs by ramming them into the buildings as improvised tools.
It is a complete racket, but you merely nod. Truly, your army is as glorious as it is numerous, the bane of buildings everywhere.
Truth be told, the platforms are quite blunt, but that just means you can enjoy the mute horror of the houses for longer as they are violently taken apart. Meanwhile, several of your minions are cooperating to tear the asphalt off the street in large crumbs, slowly but steadily digging the big fat pit you envisioned.
Yes... Soon. Soon, you shall drown all the sp*ders in the area like the desperate dogs that they are! "Muh," hahahahahahaha!
Once all preparations are done and you have added your own most glorious addition to the plan, without which none of your minions' efforts would have been worth anything, not that you expect them to acknowledge this fact, the unthankful curs, you must move quickly so as to reduce the chance of accidents as you position the rest of things.
Specifically, you fly back home to retrieve the sp*der statuette and move on over towards the prepared trap, an enormous pit dug into the sewers running into all directions under the Overcity and deeper below yet until you could be sure that whatever enters the pit will die before the water level rises to the point it flows off into the sewer pipes.
It is... very deep. To the point you could measure it in dozens of Jackies, a unit of measurement both universal and perfectly suited for everything ever, but you refuse to do so.
It's deep enough, is what you're saying. Untiring heavy labour backed by your magical power means your golems are actually really good for stuff like this, and the platforms let you carry off inordinate amounts of stone and dirt and metal without interrupting your workflow.
Now, though, you simply hurry to place the statuette on the pedestal atop the pillar of ice you grew in the middle of things, quickly adding some more ice to securely surround it in a thick layer just in case. And you do so just quickly enough, as a tide of skittering and disgusting arachnoids is hot on your tails-!
The savage horde attracted by your magical totem is too horrible to look at, so you simply refuse to do so and instead concentrate on the preparations you have made. You are in your ice armor costume, having invested just a small amount (relatively speaking) of your power into it just in case, and you dismissed all your golems except for three of them, your royal guard ready and waiting to fend off any of the horrible terrors amassing below you.
You even gave one of them your sword for good measure. You can still exert some control over it even outside of your direct control, which made you happy when you tried it out.
Down below, things become more and more horrible. A steady noise can be heard as hordes upon hordes of sp*ders steadily fill up the pit, everything from simple nonmagical house spiders that somehow dare exist even here over creatures the size of your hands or arms to even the big Trapsp*iders that gave you so much trouble when you fought them visible here and there.
They are, thankfully, rare. Less thankfully, they are already starting to climb onto the ice pillar you erected in the middle of the pit, leading the horde's charge towards the statuette you sealed at its top.
None of that, however, compares to the horror breaking through the ground unannounced not far from the pillar, giving off a piercing shriek from its horrible maw that makes you want to run away and cover your ears while you invent entire new invectives to describe it and its entire genealogy back to the beginning of the universe aaahhhh!
You are hyperventilating, you think. However, now is not the time to be lost in such trivialities; you need to proactively change your situation and remain calm to do so rather then be caught up in your panic.
So you raise your ringed hand and put mana into it until you literally can't anymore. It doesn't fit. The runes you finely carved into the ring all this time ago glow with power and it vibrates, giving you a few seconds' warning of what is about to happen.
Water appears, rushing out of the ring. A lot of water. And very hard. In fact, it could be said you are unleashing a biblical flood at the things down below, which is a barely acceptable amount of punishment for their existence. You can't hear anything- the water is too loud, an enormous waterfall coming out of your hand and washing away everything it hits as your arm is flailing wildly.
It may also be dislocated due to the recoil, but that will fix itself with time.
You try to aim it downward again, in the general direction of the violation of all that is right and good and Jackie, but you only push it back a little here and there. At least the pit is filling up, the heavier sp*ders drowning in short order even as the lighters ones attempt to float a little, resembling a solid coating of chitinous and hairy legs scrabbling all over each other following the rise of the water level to the height of about ten Jackies.
You think you may throw up if you look at this any longer. This is horrible.
However, the main issue, that is, the biggest sp*der, merely digs itself fully out of the ground, stretching its disgusting maw filled with teeth towards you and screeches once more, keeping on going with enough force its roar repels the water you try to drown it with, something the recoil and instability of your aim are not helping with.
What are your golems doing? They are standing around on their own platforms uselessly, of course. They have abandoned you in your time of need already, the useless... uselesses.
This is too much. This thing is too horrible even compared with everything else you have faced so far. Why is this happening? Is the world truly so petty it cannot stomach the thought of your greatness and omnipotence that it needs to drag you down so?!
You had a plan. You had a plan. You can do this. You can do this. First, limit its movements. Reaching out with a shaking hand, you exert your power onto the salt water you spilled all over the place, but especially the stuff surrounding the monster.
Hang in there daddy!
Around two cubic meters is how much you can affect at any one time. Two thousand litres of water. All of them freeze into solid ice within a moment, all around the Thing you are trying to inhibit the movement of.
"Go." The platforms your golems are standing on shoot closer towards the Thing, letting them jump onto the frozen ice around the water's surface. The Thing keeps screeching and roaring, but you can't quite see what's going on; some sweat must be flowing into your eyes, annoyingly, so you wipe them.
You can do it daddy, don't give up!
Your golems are attacking the head and neck pushing out of the frozen water from all sides, deliberately letting one of their number punch into the disgusting split maw and sacrifice its arm to keep the monster busy while another one rams itself into the side of its head with significant force, the last one wielding your sword and guided by your hand from afar.
It is stabbed into the side of its neck, but you do not expect it to die just like that. That would be far too nice, and nice things cannot happen to you.
They never did. They never will. Life is just suffering laid upon suffering with brief phases of suffering in-between.
Down below, the monster is already attempting to break free, but two cubic meters of water are, actually, quite a lot of ice, so it has to use all of its power to get any leeway. Not like it matters. Nothing matters anymore.
"Muh."
Why can't this thing just... go away. You don't want to see it anymore. You don't even want to think about its existence anymore, for that matter. All that you want is for it to stop. Moving. And existing.
Almost unbidden, a charge of Winterblast... of winterblast surges up and out of you, slamming into the monster from above and slowing its movement, stiffening up its muscles and sapping its energy.
It is too late. A single claw-like arm pokes out of the ice, the front leg of the evil Thing menacing at you even more than the serrated mouth. "Ick."
You can't deal with this. This is not what you signed up for. A breach of contract. You don't care there is no contract, that's what this is anyway. "Muuh."
I believe in you, daddy!
Your golems are still fighting and all, savaging the horrible horrible creature left and right, but you just kind of watch on at this point. It's getting a few good smacks, but you have no capacity left to care; somehow, just by having seen this Thing, a part of you died inside already.
Your innocence and purity is forever lost.
Oh, but while you're at it... You also fire a small laser beam out of your eye. You're watching already anyway, may as well use your eyes properly.
The motions of your big supersonic ice lance firing are completed as though in a trance, numbly going through them and nailing a big, pointy chunk of ice through the monster's neck.
It screeches in response. It's very loud.
The golems renew their efforts down near it, strategically using the wounded one among them by having the healthier ones throw him into the screaming, open maw, wiggling inside and attacking from within. The giant mouth closes, but not fast enough to crunch the doomed minion up before it arrives inside the throat.
You can see it pushing out an arm through it, distending the softer tissue and receiving a brutal high five from the unarmed golem outside, tearing an opening through by ripping off a piece of exoskeleton.
The armed one, on the other hand, brandishes its weapon, your sword brought around to point right at the horrible creature's 'face'. It is more an abyss of hopelessness, really. A mighty leap brings the icy humanoid around and on top of it, pulling the blade along with it and thrusting it into the monster's skull with both hands, then drawing it up along with it as though first wedging it in, then splitting open an overripe fruit with it.
The monster screeches its death screech, the golem poses victoriously and you absently wonder when they got this weirdly expressive.
"Muuuh." You have no strength left after your desperate battle to make the horrible horrible monster stop existing already, not even enough to direct your floating platform to take you back home; instead, you simply ordered your icy minions to carry the one you are currently lying on back home.
"Muuuh." You didn't even have the energy to take back your sword, which should say something. Be that as it may, it does not take all that long to return, and you only have to wipe your face a little every now and then.
A small bit. Curse this sweat running all over your eyes.
"Hic. Muuuh. Muuuh."
Thankfully, it does not take long for you to attract Viridis with your... mating calls. That's what they are. You turn your head towards the full chest of the catplantspiritwoman living in your garden, hurriedly approaching you.
"Oh my poor dear," she coos, and you can't find it in yourself to be upset. "There there... It's all better now..."
Her tail gently drags you from your palanquin and into her warm embrace, where you are repositioned to have easy access to her bountiful bosom. Within moments, you are suckling on it sullenly, the perhaps literally divine taste distracting you from your... exhaustion after battle.
"Mu- hic, muuuh."
Viridis kisses the top of your head and rubs your back, slowly letting the tension in your body seep out. "Come here, sweetie, you can drink as much as you like..."
A hand wanders under your skirt and starts to rub and prod all over your more sensitive areas, but even with a finger up your crotch, you are too distraught to really respond for once.
You must suckle until your will to live returns...
You stay as you are for a while longer, slowly letting the intensity of your 'muh's recede under the weight of Viridis' calming coaxing. And her sap. Her glorious, glorious sap. Eventually, you even recover to the point of getting a fresh new boner and leaning into her as she masturbates your length almost languidly.
"Muh..." Finally, you are back to more or less full functionality, pulling yourself up at Viridis' shoulders to give her a kiss on the cheek. Jumping down, you wave a hand, conjuring twenty new golems (and exhausting all of your magic until you release them again) to give your now fully gathered minions new orders.
"Go back. Get stuff. Bad things to Brian." Your voice is a little scratchy after you've overused it today, but it needs to be done. You turn around again to gently rub your head against Viridis' bulging stomach one last time, the look of mild confusion and happiness on her face completely going over your head in more ways than one.
It looks somehow obscene, her slim waist contrasted by the life swelling within her womb, but also just right for her. "Muh."
With these words of parting, you totter into the house, a new purpose within your eyes guiding your steps. Down within the laboratory, you do the first thing that comes to mind to attract Brian's attention.
"Muuuh," you cry out as you scratch the nearest door. It is a foolproof way to get the results you want, as evidenced by you thinking it up.
"Chuh, what is it Jackie?" The embarrassingly catlike Puchuu asks as he comes to see what is going on, falling right into your trap.
"Internet," you thoroughly explain what you want from him. Right this moment. And if he is reading your mind, he knows that you will simply trash his laboratory and probably pee somewhere inside it if he doesn't give you what you want.
Brian's tail swishes. "Chuuh, that is a very complicated task that requires..." he trails off.
Good. Hopefully he is reconsidering, and if he is reading your mind, he knows that you will simply trash his laboratory and probably pee somewhere inside it if he doesn't give you what you want.
"Puchuuh, I am not sure you understand..."
"Muuuh," you make pitifully, expressing that you require this for the sake of your continued mental wellbeing. And if Brian is reading your mind, he knows that you will simply trash his laboratory and probably pee somewhere inside it if he doesn't give you what you want.
Brian's tail is swishing around like crazy, likely in deep thought as he considers exactly how he is going to fulfill your humble and not at all difficult request. Also, if he is reading your mind, he knows that you will simply trash his laboratory and probably pee somewhere inside it if he doesn't give you what you want. "Muuuh."
"..." Brian is pacing now, giving off little squeaks as he thinks to himself. "... I can do it, chuh."
Good.
Half an hour later, you have used your now excellent internet connection to download several games, such as Dark Souls one to three, Bloodborne, NIOH one and two, something called the 'Bioshock Collection', some bundle for a game called Dishonored and more according to the recommendations once you start buying games with your apparently infinite credit on the PlayStriker store.
We're gonna have so much fun daddy it'll all be better you'll see and Dark Souls is a masterwork and
Time to try this out.
Maybe start out with Bloodborne it doesn't have any spiders or it does but they're much later in the game and you can stagger them with blood damage and
Another hour or so later, you have finished creating an appropriately not disgusting looking character for Bloodborne, ready to go and play the game.
The first enemy is very tough and dangerous, and only abusing your dodge button lets you avoid death in the first few seconds of game time. However, careful observation tells you it has trouble attacking to its sides and back.
Your attacks do very little damage, but that just means this will take a bit of time...
Jacqueline Elizabeth Frostqueen Surrusprise Rapierina III. was, perhaps, a strangely auspicious name for a new character, but none of the handful of viewers watching live as the new streamer went on to bash her head against the game known as Bloodborne felt the need to point that out quite yet, being more amused at both the cosplay of the girl quietly going through the character creation process and the time spent on said process.
It legitimately took about an hour to draw out the regal appearance of the new player character, with mismatched eyes (of course) and black hair left to loosely fall around her head.
Then the new streamer proceeded to walk around the abandoned hospital, exploring in a way that made it clear she was playing this game for the first time. And downstairs, she came upon the first scourge beast of the game, the point where most players died for the first time and were introduced to the Hunter's Dream as well as their first weapon.
"Muh." This girl, however, proceeded to carefully dodge around the enemy's attacks and beat it to death with bare hands, the fight taking very long and showing some very decent skills on her part. She didn't even know the effective shortcut of landing a charged attack at the monster's back to stagger and quickly kill it with a visceral attack.
More people arrived to watch as the playthrough progressed, some mutated townsfolk being beaten to death with some quick footwork only for the girl to, finally, activate the first lamp encountered throughout the game and receive the opening cinematic for the first arrival to the game's hub area.
She looked around. Gehrman seemed to attract her displeasure, his dialogue being answered with a single derisive word. "Muh."
The choice of weapons caused a brief, but fast-paced war in the chat that was summarily ignored by the streamer in favor of picking out the Hunter's Axe, a one-handed weapon whose haft could be expanded to be used with two hands, in combination with the Hunter's Pistol.
The next ten minutes were spent as the streamer girl repeatedly played around with the moveset, especially seeming to enjoy tricking and untricking her weapon between its two states.
The people approved.
Then came the rest of the game, and although this girl, Jackie_The_Great_And_Mighty, never truly said a whole word anyone could recognize, she was very good at cutting down the numerous mobs in the next few areas faster than they could overwhelm her through numbers.
Pacing was important, as she would agree if she gave her thoughts a voice. Also, several of the viewers commented on the very immersive, almost overly realistic background with the fireplace sometimes, when one looked closely, producing screaming faces.
Cornering Olivia after school had been a bit of a complicated task, not aided by how they had different classes at the end of the day, but dragging Olivia up to the school roof would hopefully reveal some more about this new magical girl they'd met, Kerrie hoped.
"Okay. Jackie. What's up with her?" She opened up the line of questioning.
"I... Kerrie, I told you everything I know already," the greenette protested, but Kerrie didn't relent that easily.
"Olivia, I've been flown around and threatened with a gun to my face today already. A big gun," she clarified for the other girl. "Without being transformed so I would've died instantly. I don't want to judge you or make you feel bad, but I am going to find out everything I can about Jackie one way or the other, with or without you."
Olivia caved immediately.
Melanie scratched her head, trying to divine the meaning of the disparate messages sent in five minute intervals (down to the second) her girlfriend was sending here for the past half an hour.
They all read the exact same. 'Muuuh...' For some reason, the teenager felt concerned for her short friend.
However, she was also in the middle of something, so she just sent a message of her own asking how she was doing in-between her attempts to open the somehow magical locker hidden in the old storage room. She'd tried just cutting through the lock with her magical scissors already, but somehow its blades never seemed able to catch onto anything when she did, so a bit more thought was evidently required.
It would be frustrating if she didn't like messing with puzzles and treasure chases like this. Going by deductive reasoning, it was likely the locker had somehow become magical and subsequently been unable to be opened through normal means, so she'd need to think outside the box for this...
"So let me get this straight, you are Jackie's girlfriend-"
"No! That is the exact opposite of what you should take from this!"
"- and the reason you had to disappear the other day was to help her fight a very big and dangerous monster?"
"She just told me to meet, I had no idea!"
"And you wanted to keep her away from us because you think she's dangerous to people that don't know how to behave around her."
"Jackie is a bit weird and she can get very angry if people don't do as she says..."
"But you also think she's lonely and doesn't have any family?"
"Yeah..."
Kerrie sighed. This was going to take a bit longer to unpack.
The ice golems created through the power of one Jacqueline Frost were without any real personality or individuality, merely serving as semi-autonomous tools of her will.
This did not, however, mean they could not express some semblance of both when the occasion called for it, especially if their creator was of the opinion they should. This was, indeed, the reason for their behaviour more often than not- if the originator expected them to behave a certain way, even subconsciously, and assigned individuality of some kind to a certain golem, it would then proceed to exhibit it and this phenomenon could even shift onto new golems as they were created based on this expectation that they would act in a certain way.
What this said about the person in question depended on what they expected their golems to be like and the situation at hand, of course.
Back to the situation at hand, the group of golems made of ice making their way through empty city streets were keeping a steady lookout and their heads on swivels despite not using eyes to perceive their surroundings. The one time a lone goblin encountered the group, the creature was surrounded and swiftly beaten to death from all sides, ironically put on the receiving end of its species' standard strategy in a fight.
That was, one of them held it in place while the others rained blows upon it until it was nothing but pulp.
Generally behaving like a group of gangsters as they went, the golems soon arrived at the site of the battle three of their number were deployed inside of, securing the perimeter before they started to organize retrieval of all relevant items.
Except there were a bunch of bugs around already, attempting to do much the same, so they quickly arranged into battle formation. Most of them were flyers, so they immediately arranged into groups of three, the two at the bottom launching the third of their number at any targets they could see.
The bloodsucking creatures trying to gorge on the spider corpses had little luck extracting fluids from the glorious ice abs the golems could sport, and were made quick work of under their powerful blows aiming to kill and cripple the fragile creatures left and right.
Surely enough, many a scratch was dealt out, but the golems were simply too manly and mighty to be defeated by such lowly monsters. Putting them out of their misery took little time, and so they turned toward the most difficult task at hand.
Juggling a bunch of spider corpses, large and small, between them. Luckily, scavenging through the surrounding buildings revealed a source of rope they could use, and though they had only rough approximations of hands they could tie it around several of the medium-sized spider bodies at once by carefully manipulating it with their blunt arm endings.
Jolly cooperation was the way to fulfill their tasks, ultimately. Nothing could stop them as long as they worked together.
Brian was minorly miffed his most important current project had to be delayed for a whole half an hour by that little hickup Subject J seemed to have had, but it would seem it was making negligible difference in the end anyway.
We have talked about this. You are not allowed to destroy continents.
I am not destroying a continent, chuh, I am delivering the world of a plague upon it
By destroying a continent.
No. You are not allowed to do it.
Chuuh, nobody really needs that part of Asia
It's not even all that large, on the face of it, and the blast radius would leave most of it untouched, chuh
Still denied, and if I catch you building something with this kind of blast yield again we are going to have a problem.
Light, Light. Be reasonable, chuh
Please, puchuh
Let me do it, chuuh, it has to happen
I am being reasonable. I am not having you recalled and inflicting penalties and mook work upon you right now.
Look, I do not care what issue you have with the cultivation sects, and if you want to act against them that's your decision, but blowing a good chunk of Earth down to the bedrock with a magical invertion megaton nuke makes it my problem.
Do not make it my problem.
Are we clear?
Clear, chuh
To clarify, how much destruction is acceptable before I should think twice, chuuh?
...
Don't make me find out.
Yes, Brian would need to ask Jackie about taking a trip to China once his primary weapon was strong enough to begin decimating the Forces of Willful Ignorance and Stupidity. Surely a few coins would motivate her well enough.
When you wake up, you are momentarily confused, for you are currently sleeping in the living room down on the ground floor, rather than your majestic sleeping chambers up on the highest reaches of your castle masquerading as a normal house.
However, the wireless controller lying off to the side lets you remember as you blearily blink the sleep out of your eyes. Right, you were playing Bloodborne earlier, weren't you?
You reached that ignoramus of a motherfucker shooting at you with a sniper machine gun thingy in that area you suspect to be optional after you defeated that beasted out Vicar woman. Good times. Though it also did take you quite some time, until you were too sleepy to keep on going and needed to call it a night somewhere after 3 am.
Good. Times.
Still, the swiveling armchair you scavenged from one of the houses you usually search for food and useful stuff is extremely comfortable, which was why you took it in the first place.
Reality has to make sure to pay the Jackie Tax at every turn. It can be applied at any time you see something worth taking, after all.
So you sit around and wake up slowly at our own pace, the fireplace still keeping you at a pleasant room temperature and unable to warm the living room up too much with you present inside of it. Still, you should probably get to making your preparations.
After yesterday, you have decided you need to... vary your approach. Change it. Find a better, superior way to the already complete perfection you have been employing so far- no small task, of course, but one you shall need to undertake no matter what.
You refuse to ever face something as horrible as That again. It is categorically impossible.
So... Your golems. If you can create a sensory link between you and them, you should be able to see through their eyes and, hopefully, immediately cut the connection in case something comparably horrid shows up again. The perfect scouts, in other words, and if you can reabsorb some of the mana you use on them upon dismissing them after their service is done, you have half the work done toward turning them into able suicide bombers already.
Plans for the day. Great plans for the day. But before that...
You tumble out of the armchair with utmost grace and seek out a quick snack of assorted sweets for breakfast, kind of wiping the edges of your mouth despite the utter discipline and precision with which you have eaten and therefore not bearing any smudges on your face.
First, to Brian! Whom you find down in his lab as always, slumped over a table and slowly waving a stuffed toy paw over a screen propped up before himself. "Chuuh, Jackie."
"Muh. Brian," you respond in kind. "Runes overcharge. Ideas? Bullets?"
You demonstrate by channeling some magical energy into your ring without firing it off, letting the runes upon it glow a bright ocean blue for a moment before it disperses. Now how shall you utilize this ability for maximum effectiveness and destruction upon your foes from far away, such as through bullets charged with runes and glorious fire cleansing the world from the chitinous hordes one creature at a time?
"Chuh, carving runes individually would take a lot of time, but doing so is required to mystically chuharge them for basic effectiveness," the Puchuu reasons, rolling onto his back and stretching out his paws. "Maybe use an alternative source of power, chuh? Magical essence, or other kinds of essence, chuh. Just make a device to carve standardized bullets with a pattern and submerge them inside the liquid, puchuuh."
A good idea. You shall claim it as your own and redistribute its results among your foes. Naturally, you shall need Brian's help for this because while you can create runes easily enough, you don't have the first idea how to effectively put this concept into practice.
On the next hand, however... "Potions?" You ask, referring to the handful of potions Brian made and handed to you toward the beginning of your partnership, by which you mean you accepting his aid toward your cause.
What would he need to make more?
"Chuuh, ingredients, mainly. Based on what you give me, I can create various kinds. Essences are welcome for their general usefulness, of course."
... You tilt your head. Could Brian create some kind of... mana potion? Because you're always short on the stuff. It is quite distressing. And you do have those fruits...
"Chuh, if you were to give me, say, a few of those magical fruits, chuh, I could create a concentrated mana restorative, chuuh."
... Why did he never tell you? "Muh."
"Puchuh, you never asked." You have the distinct impression Brian is making fun of you for some reason. You shall make sure to pay him back tenfold just in case he is.
That leaves just one more cornerstone of your new strategy.
You proceed to turn around and call out for the near-worthless minion that you shall task with this. "Anal.."
Now where is that body-hopping slut when you need her. "Anaaaal..."
Her you find inside your bed. You kick her out with great zeal, of course. "Bwhat?"
"Anal. Demons," you demand.
"Huh?" The stupid and deaf demon makes.
"Demons," you repeat before leaving again. You have work to do.
Your day is spent in ascetic self-reflection and strict bodily conditioning, by which you mean you were mostly sitting around and eating delicious, delicious chocolate while you had a couple of golems fight each other for your amusement, doing gymnastics or otherwise doing something for you to watch while you modulate your spell to conjure and control them.
Meanwhile, your minions have, of course, kept on doing their own jobs. Brian has shown up, surprisingly, to show you a complicated blueprint you didn't quite understand (no doubt due to his incompetence), but still it does mean that with just a bit of time and concentration you should be able to create it.
Simply put, it would, once completed, automatically etch specific rune patterns into small objects of specific dimension and size based on what you install inside of it.
Of course the runes are still on you, as you always do all the real work around here.
The anal demon, on the other hand, has been preparing something, making use of the room you had Brian keep her inside of to set up a minor ritual of some sort.
It mostly involves arranging a couple of candles around the ritual circle and writing down a couple of words. When you told her to be more productive already ("Muh."), she didn't really do much of anything; most likely, you'll have to do the actual demon summoning yourself.
It shouldn't take too long, hopefully, but you're putting it off for the time being.
You are, after all, extremely busy. No amount of demons can make you hurry up; they have to wait for you, not the other way around. And speaking of being busy...
You need to deal with the chopped bits of the... Things.
"Chuuh," a certain magical Puchuu muttered darkly to itself as it swung an old-fashioned feather pen over its most secret set of documents and plans, "they will die one bullet at a time, puchuh, chuh, chuhuh, chuchuchuchuh!"
If it could not release them from the pain of their existence the easy way... Cultivators would simply have to be eliminated the hard, painful and extremely slow way.
It should thank Pure Light Under The Heavens for this. It would not, but it should. In its blind first instinct upon being reminded of them, it almost wasted its one chance to unleash its perhaps worst creation of them all yet upon That Part of Asia.
Naturally, you sold the stuff, or had Brian do so at any rate. You refuse to handle it personally, and any golems that were involved with handling it needed to be ground down into ice powder and disposed of by feeding that to the forest trees. And, once you receive your payment from Brian (you probably could have gotten more if you did it yourself, but alas, making him deal with it was your only option), you pocket your sizeable bounty and nod to yourself.
You have a lot to do, but for the moment you must get toward scouting out and exploring new horizons beyond all you have seen so far.
Yes, it is time to look into that magical settlement so heavily foreshadowed for a while now. Your coins are secured inside of your magical bag and your guns, as always, ready to be drawn.
You feel ready to go forth and do some shopping. Or at least mug a couple of weaklings if you can find them somewhere.
The markers you can find and follow with relative ease are, for the most part, put onto various street signs, creating an obvious trail you can walk after.
If you weren't particularly sure these things can't be backtracked except by yourself, you'd be throwing a fit about just how badly your secret base had been compromised through this.
Anyway, there you go, past certain corners and through certain streets, opening certain doors to enter buildings that turn out to be just another street you take back the way you came to get elsewhere. It makes perfect sense if you're there in the moment, of course, the Overcity's architecture and layout being as it is.
Still, another couple of twists and bends to your path and you come upon the place you were looking to visit; a large, downright massive tower stretching toward the sky in the middle of a densely populated faux-metropolis, very few people and similar beings around compared to what the landscape would suggest.
... The lights are too bright. Now your eyes are itching. And more importantly, this place is way too huge to explore all in one go.
As it turns out, the sci-fi scenery you are wandering through is, in fact, not mirrored by the various people and inside places you walk by; fantasy clothes and various species are around, the buildings covered in steel or whatever it is they're made of accommodating spacious, warm rooms you would expect in some tree fortress city or castle instead.
A mystery, but one you do not have the time to bother with; the titillating sights, scents and sounds coming from all around are too much to let you bother with pondering. The streets are wide, but nestled into each other over and over again with side streets and intersections aplenty, resulting in a labyrinthian layout confusing and leading you in circles.
It is awesome, no doubt about it.
Many of the places you see you just ignore, figuring they aren't worth the trouble, from simple living space whatever residents are around are actually living in (inconceivable, when anyone nearby could just break in and rob them, speaking of which you're making note of a few promising-looking places to come back to at some point) to some miscellaneous shops and other buildings, at least until you arrive at the secret alley containing all the best stores to be found.
No, it is not one of the main streets you stumbled onto after aimlessly wandering for a while. That would be stupid.
Anyway, one of the first places you sight, as well as the first one you are genuinely interested in enough to go inside of, is a simple storefront surrounded by lots of densely lettered decorations, oriental characters and various items of likely similar origin all over it.
Up above, you can see a steadily shifting set of letters regularly changing form, going through various languages both in the Latin alphabet and not. As you wait for just a few seconds, you can soon read what it means.
'Mata And Ama's Seals And Runes'. Naturally, as a person using runes a lot, you obviously have to take a closer look.
The entrance is, again, a vaguely oriental set of doors automatically sliding aside to let you into a small foyer, the next door then letting you access the actual store once the first one closes. And inside await...
"Hello there, welcome to Mata and Amy's Seals and Runes!" The floating catgirl calls out as you enter, the guitar-wielding cat drawn onto the wall behind her betraying its nature by focusing its eyes onto you. The black-haired girl, while looking at you too, doesn't stop silently writing whatever script she was working on, animated ink sloshing through the air with all the liveliness she is lacking. "What can we do for you today?"
"... Muh," you say. Time to network and haggle like only your silver tongue is capable of.
Being an individual of keen intellect and insight, you feel it is only fair to share your observations with these fine people. "Kitty," you tell the floating catgirl. "Cwute."
Dammit, your tongue could not keep up with the speed of your words! Curse thee, fallible mortal flesh attempting to contain God-Empress Jackie's incredible powers failing once again!
"Why thank you, I happen to think you're very cute, too," the pink-haired girl vaguely reminding you of Viridis (a little) says as she floats a little in your direction, stretching out a hand to pat your head.
You shall allow it.
"Oh, you're so sweet I could eat you up, even!" You are indeed made of sweets more than anything else, considering your recent diet, but before you can confirm the catgirl's words, the sitting girl shakes her head. "Come now my dear Amy, just look at her! I'm sure nobody will mind if I... borrow... her for a little while."
Another shake of the head, a sound made at the bottom of her throat.
"Oh pooh, you ol' stick in the mud," the floating girl complains, but still stops feeling around your head and ears. "So, are you interested in what we're selling or just coming by to say hello?"
Right, it is a store. Back to business. "Mhm," you make and raise a finger to point at a random talisman thingy with lots of writing on it carefully laid out on a desk.
"Ah, this is a talisman containing a cleansing ritual removing the taint of monsters in the area, weakening and driving them out," the catgirl still disregarding how gravity should work points out to you. "Normally they go for a silver or two, but maybe we can part with this one a little cheaper, hm? A special little price just for you..."
"Mhm," the one apparently named Amy makes, gesturing toward a different section of the shop without stopping the flow of her brush.
"Oh my, customer service from Amy?" Mata asks, grinning. "Why, you must be in luck- she's never wrong, you know."
"Muh," you say, insisting that you believe her and are interested in the suggested wares. Amy gives you a slow blink, which you return.
Networking is a success. All hail your august self.
You soon realize, to your mild dismay, that it seems the normal currency among this part of the magical world is actually that of Silver coins, as opposed to the bronze coins you are much more used to. However, thanks to your incredible powers of persuasion, it seems the proprietors of this store have decided to offer you a sizeable discount and are selling their wares for a few bronze coins instead of what they are usually worth.
Your funds are limited and you are cut off from the vast amounts of wealth you honestly and objectively deserve, so you still have to be frugal with your spending. For now. Most of the items sold by Mata and Amy are, it would seem, talismans and small objects with runes of some kind written on them, most of which are designed to have a single use before burning out in exchange for vastly increased effectiveness for that one use in them.
Most of them you do not qualify to even be shown, of course, both due to your lack of funds and because it would seem the owners believe you unsuited for using them in any practical sense. Or, in Mata's words, you are 'too small and cute to handle these'.
You do not sulk. However, Amy gave you a pat on the head, which still did cheer you up.
Ultimately, your own pursuance of patting Mata's head met with failure as she seems to be playing hard to get, flying upward and telling you you're a millenium or two too early to try and do so aside, you end up buying a few of those talismans, one of the cleansing ones that you asked about initially, one mana talisman that can store up a charge of magical energy and release it for the user once and, lastly, one that shall turn you ethereal for a brief period of time- several minutes, enough to avoid a large attack and flee or else circumvent defenses.
The store owners are especially insistent on you buying that one, and even give you an extra large discount for the first one to be sure you stay safe. You are just busy convincing yourself not to use it to stalk Melanie or Olivia in the most obnoxious way you can.
As for the state of your wallet... If it could, it would be crying out in anguish, but you need these, you really do!
... Shopping is such a devilish trap.
With all this shopping and the new world of an actual magical society opening up on you, you feel like you really need to gather more information on your surroundings in general, preferably in a way that does not make you stand out.
You are not an illegal immigrant, just a little weird, okay? You don't think there is any such thing as a magical police or the like to be found, but you shall exercise due caution in case you are wrong somehow.
Inconceivable as the notion of yourself ever being wrong is.
Luckily, it seems your perfect sense of direction has once again come calling, your steps leading you to a skyscraper with a broad sign on it reading 'Library' in big, blocky and black letters looking as though carved out of obsidian stone, reflecting the light coming from several glass tubes of glowing lava flowing along up and down the building.
It seems open to the public, so you quickly go inside, the scene taking place there making you reconsider how you'd think a library to work. It is sweltering hot, so you let your magic course through your body and keep yourself cool, and it involves a lot more free-flowing lava than you would have expected.
And the demon, of course. Can't forget the demon.
"Oh, hello, I didn't see you there," the apparent librarian says, turning around amidst the flaming books and pages... that actually seem to be burning in reverse, the flames restoring the paper and writing rather than burning them away. "I'm getting a new delivery of books right now, if you'd like to watch."
"Muh," you say, agreeing with the proposition and asking how it works. "... How?" You add when it seems she doesn't realize that part of your statement.
"Oh, it's quite simple; any books or writing that are destroyed and would be lost otherwise I simply resurrect for my little library here," the goat-legged demon girl explains, smiling at you. "Not to brag, but just a few centuries of doing this have accrued quite a few books, if I do say so myself, especially when I trade for more books all the time, too... Ah, where are my manners, I am... Baphomet, if you don't mind. Might I have your name? I promise not to steal it."
"Muh," you need a moment to process this request, but see little issue with it. "... Jackie."
"Welcome to my little library, Jackie," the girl known to you as Baphomet smiles at you. "The higher floors are off limits except for special customers and the like, but everything up to the second floor is public, so feel free to look around. If you have any books or interesting knowledge to trade, just say the word, or if you need any help finding something, of course."
Mhm. You are not exactly used to so many people just... not being sociopaths, monsters or sociopathic monsters, as this place seems to be pointing out, so you feel you should ask. "Library. Share. Why?"
Baphomet blinks, as though surprised by the very question (or string of words making it up when combined), giving you a smile nevertheless. "Oh, you see Jackie, I'm a demon- of knowledge, that is. Everything I am revolves around knowing things, and letting other people know a bit of what I do is just a little price to pay in exchange for new knowledge on top, you see?"
Ah, now it all makes sense. It's all a big scheme to get more of what she wants. If you had a way to do the same with power, you'd be doing just that really hard already. "Muh. Introduction section?"
"Oh, introduction to what?" The friendly (?) demon asks. "I don't mean to brag, but there are a lot of carefully curated texts all over the freely available sections on all sorts of topics. There also are a few grimoires of all sorts, but lending those does take some money~..."
"Magic world." Muh.
"Oh dear... I'd guessed you were rather new, but not that new. At least you came to the right place- just wait here, there's a few primers you will need to read. As a magical girl, unless I'm wrong, there's lots of things to learn and keep in mind, and you especially shouldn't trust any strangers you meet, got it?" Baphomet lectures, several books coming to fly around and gather nearby.
It would seem she is being serious.
"Muh...!" You make, communicating that you weren't planning to stay for several hours, just check out the library and maybe skim a book or two.
"Now, now, I'm sure a big girl like you can read a few books, don't you?" The demon (of that there is no doubt) asks while adjusting her weird poncho top to better cover her (naked) breasts.
Now you can't say no or you will look like a little kid! "Muuuh...!"
It is, thankfully, not an incredibly large stack of books Baphomet is forcing you to read; mostly a few analyses of magical girls from an outside point of view, most of which seem to agree that while it is vaguely unethical to make little girls kill monsters, doing so is an overall good thing for the world at large, seeing as how insanely dangerous unchecked monster populations can be depending on their kind.
In fact, there seems to be a clear correlation between the increasing presence of magical girls around the world and the successful urbanization and modernization of humanity, with less monsters and the like keeping people trapped in the dark ages as they had until then.
Not that you care all that much.
There's also a diary of a magical girl or two you have to read, though their experiences are almost entirely alien to your own and generally worth nary a glance in their banality and the worthlessness of the monsters they seem to be facing.
No regular life-or-death encounters, no horrible child abuse and not even all that much rape going on. Disappointing, is what you'd call your perspective on how life as a regular magical girl is like now.
Incidentally, a few interesting tidbits about how and why the Overcity is the way it is are also to be found inside one of the reference works for its functioning Baphomet added to your reading list; apparently, big settlements like this one are actually naturally grown by it when enough individuals of significant power and number gather, the architecture and general ambience indicating where the locals are standing on the food chain among magical beings.
This happens independently of how said populace actually decorates and organizes its own homes, which is why those homes' various insides do not match their outsides.
Basically, that big central tower you saw and the high-tech high-rise buildings all around? Those mean that starting trouble would be a bad idea. That said, if you were to find an area that's less prosperous but still shares the aesthetics, you'd have nothing to fear from most random victims around.
Overall, it is a strangely informative session of reading you are having, even if Baphomet just keeps hovering around you, watching you reading.
"Muh," you make once to ask her why she is doing so. Can't she see you have a hard time concentrating on reading with other people nearby?
"Oh, sorry, I just love watching others read and learn," she smiles sheepishly. So it is a fetish thing for her, huh? Weird, but okay. "Oh, would you mind if I read with you, then? If this bothers you, I mean."
"Muh," you shrug with a nod. It's her library, she can do what she wants.
All in all, you're actually learning a lot... and if you ever have too much money, you suppose you could try asking Baphomet about those grimoires, or about any particularly sensitive information you may find yourself in need of.
After all of this excitement (and having to prove your superior intellect a bunch of times), your energy is slowly nearing its end- all of this not at all childishly exciting adventuring around this place has had its costs, truly.
So there you are, milling around the area and considering whether to stay a little longer or go home and rest, when all of a sudden an absolutely delicious scent meets your nose, piercing through much harder than that of parchment, paper and ink like you've been smelling inside the previous places you've been to.
It smells like... Like juicy veggies, and sizzling meat and sauces and food of all kinds, releasing a heavenly aroma drifting through the streets. Your legs move almost of their own accord, drawing you closer and closer to the source of the trail you're following until you- blinking awake- wipe away some of your drool and look up at the oriental place- again- simply labeling itself 'Kitten's Kat Cafe'.
You like kitties. However, you're also out of money reasonable to expect a meal in this area with, so-
"Oh hey, lured in by the smell?" You turn around and see, standing behind you, a woman with cat ears twitching as she smiles, the ornament attached one of them dangling in the air opposite the flower affixed to her blonde hair. "We get that pretty often in here, you know. Want me to show you in?"
You look at her, taking in her honey-colored eyes, the markings across her cheeks and the red, faux-Chinese dress showing off lots of underboob, a bit of her belly and small amounts of thigh. "Muh," you shake your head. "No money."
"Aww, that sucks," the catgrirl woman sighs, suddenly sniffing eagerly. "Hey, wait a second."
She circles you a few times, occasionally sniffing and suspiciously looking around the surroundings, before she finally comes closer, sniffing at your face and neck, slowly going deeper toward your chest. "Huh, I think we could work something out. What'cha say to a little exchange, you donate a bit of yourself in exchange for food?"
That sounds a little dangerous, so you eye her suspiciously.
"No, wait, not like that!" She eyes your surroundings again, surreptitiously, leaning down toward you. "Look, I can smell you have a bit of... special milk, and I think it would be really delicious, so I'm giving you this super special offer. Deal, or no deal?"
Deal, or no deal. That is the question of the ages indeed. Do you use your body fluids to pay for a meal, or do you pretend to and then look into tricking them and run off with something to eat?
No never ever mess with the shopkeepers, bad daddy! They're way too high level!
... This is the high-level area of this place, if you had to describe it, and the people here regularly pay in silver coins. They're probably way too strong for you to trick like that and get away with it.
"Muh," you say, coming to a close with your deliberations. "Can leave?"
"'Course, don't dine and dash and you can leave," the full-grown catgirl says.
"Muh." Nodding, you take her hand, looking up at her.
It takes a long moment, the woman before you standing there as though frozen, but the she grins, dragging you behind her as she walks right on into the Asian-themed building, casually opening the door.
"Hey girls, I'm back," she calls out, one hand raised to her face and held next to her mouth to focus the sound. Perhaps she has sound-based magic of some sort? "We still got leftovers from yesterday?"
"We do, Mimi... And what did we tell you about dragging strays in with you?" A second catgirl coming into the wide dining room asks, her brunette hair and heart-shaped earrings sticking out of her kitty ears letting you categorize her very nicely.
"Aww, c'mon, it's just a bit of the usual, anyway," Mimi, apparently, waves her off. "Same as we eat every day and she doesn't look to be a big eater, anyway. Also, she smells of a spirit's blessing, you know how rare that is!"
You resent that remark. You are a big eater. The biggest eater there ever was, in fact. None can match your eating prowess!
"Jeez, you know it's bad if you do this all the time... Well come on in, my name is Katrina and that's Mimi, or Mei-Mei. What's your name little girl?" The brunette asks.
And once again, you resent that remark. "Muh."
"Mhmm, if you won't tell us your name, you're a stranger, you know? And we don't feed strangers in this house unless they're paying, in which case they are customers," Katrina says with an insolent smile on her lips.
Muh. Dignity. But, food. Dignity, food. Food, dignity. "Jackie," you grudgingly reveal.
Dammit, food gets you every time! You did not learn from university!
"Well then come on in, looks like Miss Party Pooper is fine now," Mimi grumbles jovially, gesturing for you to follow her. "So what if we give some food to a few people for free every now and then, it's not like we can serve everything we cook in one night anyway. Welcome to Kitten's Kat Cafe, though it's really a restaurant."
You are led through another door and down a short hallway, everything around you richly decorated and glowing with a warm light. Truly, this is the kind of place worthy of your presence... Once you are richer than God and can eat out for silver every day.
The place you end up in seems to be somewhat of a side kitchen, with a few plates already laid out. "This is where we usually eat the leftovers of any given night at the Cafe, just so nothing goes to waste," Mimi explains, setting out a new plate and pointing at a third (!) catgirl, this one with black hair, the tips to one side a vivid red, and a large hair ornament with a big flower of matching color blooming from it. "That's Crimson, her, Kat and me run this place."
"Heya," the new catgirl greets you. "Just lemme finish up these buns and we can get to it. You Mimi's newest victim?"
You distance yourself from the predatory blonde catgirl. You knew it! "Mou, don't make me sound like some sort of dangerous person! I'm just looking out for people, okay?"
"Sure, sure, whatever." Katrina enters the room, too, and before long a wide array of food is being stacked onto a table in the center of the room, even more delicious smells rising from them. You can't help yourself but sniff a lot.
"Well come on, take a seat and have a meal! Then you can show us what that spirit blessing is all about, too," Mimi says, beckoning you closer.
You sit, and you look around.
So many kitties...
"Here, just adding everything and we're good to go," Katrina smiles.
A bit of half-frozen saliva escapes your mouth.
The food, quickly prepared right there at the desk on several heated plates and using a cozy little mini-oven to do everything, and the steamed buns are completely delicious, too, each filled with a different variety of filling from diced meat to juicy vegetables of all kinds, everything all mixed up and soaking into itself.
You require both hands to eat them, however, such is the mighty weight of the large buns. They are, in a word, gigantic; no mere mortal could ever survive so much as the sight of the majestic foodstuff!
Crimson, holding a bun in one hand, smiles as she swallows a bite. "That's just too cute, really."
"I know what you mean, but please don't start imitating Mimi," Katrina groans.
"Hey!"
Furthermore, the flash-fried egg on meat rolls, the one crab claw you snatch for yourself, a victorious conqueror in your natural habitat, they all are immensely delicious, to the point you are doubting your own taste buds despite them being part of you and, therefore, perfect and incapable of only one thing, that being making mistakes.
Heck, the noodles served with the crab are delicious, too! So is the simple white rice, served with and without raw egg. The sauces, the bread, everything!
You don't know whether it is a casserole exactly, but the dish prepared from various miscellaneous leftovers being baked over together is surprisingly good, too, considering just how easily and quickly it was prepared, with just a bit of oil and seasonings added on top and letting everything sit in the oven the exact amount of time it needed to.
You are eating with both hands at every opportunity you get, carefully handling the cutlery and even letting the owners of the restaurant feed you. This, you think to yourself, is bliss. For a brief moment, your destiny unfolds before you; you shall learn how to cook in a professional manner when you grow up, rising to become the very best cook of them all, and reign supreme as your very own food provider, awing and overwhelming all with the titillating flavourful treats you could create.
Then you realize you may never actually grow up, considering what you know about magical girls, and ignore the thought. Instead, you pat your tummy, realizing just how full it is already.
Right, you should figure out the payment already. "Muh. Payment?"
"Ooh, spirit milk! I haven't had any in so long!" Mimi claps her hands together, the other two catgirls looking at her weirdly.
"Uh, Mimi, that's a weird translation into Common," Crimson says, pointing at her with the latest little bucket of buns she's handing out.
"Wait, it is?"
"It is," Katrina nods seriously. "It's very misleading."
"Huh. How is it-" You interrupt her by wriggling out of your panties, letting the tip of your already very rigid dick poke up out of your dress and over the edge of the desk.
"Muh," you make.
Everyone looks at each other awkwardly.
"Uh, Jackie?" Mimi asks. "Did that spirit give you a..."
"A penis?" Katrina completes, rolling her eyes at her companion.
"Muh," you repeat misleadingly, neither confirming nor denying the question.
You are very much erect, by the way, the happy warmth of your belly spreading contentment and horniness through you.
"... Well that's kind of a first," Crimson says. "Also makes you even more misleading, Mimi."
"Look, I had no idea however it's really called, okay? I-" The blonde catgirl pauses, her eyes, like the others, inexorably drawn toward where you are slowly stroking your big fat prick. A breath escapes you, your eyes lidded a little.
"Payment?" You once more ask, looking at the other two. "How many?"
"I blame you for this," Katrina says to nobody in particular.
However, before she can take further steps, all three of them perk up, sniffing the air not unlike yourself earlier. At the tip of your cock, a bead of clear substance is starting to build, heavy balls and pretty kitty ladies in revealing outfits contributing to its production.
"I can't believe this, but it does smell good," Mimi says, gaze darting here and there. "Do you think we should..."
"Milk the little girl for cum and use it for cooking?" Crimson asks, one eyebrow rising.
"She doesn't seem opposed, at least," Katrina accurately observes, her two friends looking at her. "What? So long as it is consensual..."
"Oh, I can't believe the two of you..."
Ignoring Crimson shaking her head while facepalming, Mimi carefully gets up, coming around the desk to crouch next to you, letting her come face level with you. "So, Jackie, you wouldn't mind if I... made a lot of tasty stuff come out of your weewee, would you?"
You would not, and were indeed assuming she meant as much all along. "Muh."
A gentle, but solid grip establishes itself at the base of your shaft, Mimi squeezing down on it and stroking it firmly. "Good."
"And there she goes again, the glutton," Crimson grouses.
Primed as you are, it doesn't take long for you to feel a certain pull beneath your navel at the thorough ministrations of the woman after your baby batter, but you stubbornly hold back, even as she uses both hands and massages your balls, too, every now and then. "There, there, you can come for me... Can you come for Mimi...?"
"Muh," you say with a shake of your head. "Big girl."
Take that, Katrina!
"Oh, I see... But what about this?!" Mimi's tongue descends onto your cock, lapping at it with long licks that terminate right on your sensitive head. You can faintly feel your mouth falling open, your gaze growing unfocused, but you persevere still.
Then she opens her mouth wide, swallowing you whole and letting her wet, rough tongue swirl all over.
You come with the force of an erupting volcano, pumping a large load of your life-giving fluids right into her exquisite mouth. You want to hold onto her head, and pat it and play with the ears, but your arms are at your side right now, twitching uselessly, so you can't.
All you can do is breathe loudly (not at all give off a long moan) as Mimi pulls off, licking her lips and aiming your cock to let the long ropes of cum shooting from it land onto the casserole. "Holy crap, you girls gotta try this stuff, it's freaking delicious!"
"Goes to show spirits can be weird, I guess," Crimson sighs before actually doing as she's told. Taking a piece of meat and heartily biting into it, she groans aloud. "Dammit," she says once she's done chewing, "it really is great. This is some grade-A kiddie cum. Mei-Mei."
"Hey, not my fault I got the best nose here!"
"You two stop quarreling and focus," Katrina calls them to order. "Here, just keep your mouth open and eat, you'll need to produce a lot of fluids before we let you go."
You obediently snap up the chunk of meat given to you on the chopsticks. Meanwhile, Mimi is at it again, licking and sucking and doing wonderful things to your dick.
Aah, this might be hard to extract yourself from...
As it turns out, all three of the cat ladies are very, very serious about cooking, meaning they are very very serious about extracting sperm from you as hard as they can. That means they are taking turns sucking on your cock and balls, fondling the same as well as your pussy underneath and even going as far as to play with your breasts once you take off your dress entirely, sitting there with your legs spread wide to give them sufficient access.
Many loads are coaxed from you, and so you need to eat a lot to keep going for as long as possible. Or at least that's the logic being bandied about, and you don't disagree.
Of course there is a point, then, where it makes sense to combine one with the other, and it is Crimson, the one catgirl trying out the most varying processing methods, that finally offers you a small bowl of rice (smelling heavenly) with some scrambled eggs mixed with your own cum added to it. "Care for a taste?"
You take it, looking her in the eyes as you start eating. And you have to say, it's actually pretty nice- the savory tastes are working well with each other, your own contribution giving the dish a noticeable note, though you find yourself hard-pressed to describe it.
"Mmgh," you make, firing another shot into Katrina's throat as she's gobbling it down. "Dasdy," you add, mindful of your traitorous tongue betraying you in a most sudden, but inevitable betrayal.
The repeated cumshots you're giving out might make you a little loopy.
"Mm, may need to try using it for frying," the catgirl says. "C'mon, don't just eat it all in one go, we need it up here too."
Extracting herself from your dick (and licking it clean as she goes), Katrina looks up. "It's pretty tasty raw, too, you know?"
"Can't just serve it like that, though, what would the customers think?" The cooking girl asks, tucking her red hair back. "Speaking of which, we should get everything ready in the kitchens- we doing this or not? I got the meat soaking already."
Just in that moment, Mimi pokes back into the room. "Adjusted the menus, how much cream do we have?"
"Saved up two buckets by now."
"Not enough!" The blonde catgirl comes closer, grabbing her own chopsticks and starting to feed you. "Come on, this is the trade we agreed to; now eat, girl, need to get some more juice production in these balls."
WHile you do enjoy the fondling said balls are receiving, hanging heavily as they are, you feel you should correct the misconception. "Muh..."
"Sperm doesn't actually come from the balls only, a lot of it is produced in the prostrate as well," Crimson helpfully says what you wanted to let her know.
"Not important, feed her more, okay?" And there she goes again, letting her breasts bounce against your head as she jerks you off.
You reach up and pet her kitties. Hehe.
"Good girl," Katrina purrs as Crimson proceeds to boil another crab in your spunk, "bet you can keep going all night for us..."
"Kitties," you steadfastly state the only reason you are letting them do this. You're very full, but the food is just too delicious to stop eating, too, which may help.
Your own fluids just make it better.
The evening proceeds into night, as these things are wont to do, and you soon find yourself in the position to 'have' to donate lots and lots of your freshly-produced sperm, coaxed from your towering erection by soft hands and rough tongues over and over again, a state of affairs you are not exactly opposed to in its entirety.
The chair you are sitting on is decently comfortable, so you simply lean back and let them work, your consciousness steadily growing dim as you are fed more food including the fruits of your efforts, too. Before long the desk is positively covered in the stuff, even the preternatural agility and subsequent accuracy of the catgirl cooks not enough to hit perfectly every time, but you just leave them to do their thing.
In the meantime, one load after another being fired almost passively by you, you're just enjoying yourself, falling asleep to the pleasured moans not at all coming from yourself (of course).
Even if hot, eager mouths keep on making out with your rod, and even if, after a few hours of constant bliss and stimulation, other hot and tight orifices engulf it, receiving their own loads in turn as you are ridden by lusty catgirls, you do not awaken.
Your slumber is fitful, but most pleasant, even though your back misses your actual bed by the time you wake up again, the mostly nightly business of Kitten's Kat Cafe over and the last few guests sated and happy with their food, soon to leave.
Your regeneration keeps your bad sleeping posture in check, however, for you are an ascended being above such mortal foibles.
Kerrie was sitting in the secret base, having occupied the computer set up for their work inside. She'd goggled when she'd first seen it, but it seemed 'Puchuu' and 'Bubbles' had cooperated to get it for everyone- the latter providing the money for a new computer and everything required to use it and the former arranging for it to be delivered and setting it up... somehow.
She'd asked where the other magical girl had gotten all that money from, but was soon convinced to never, ever ask her for the details ever again. Kerrie didn't really have any experience with prostitutes, but somehow she was pretty sure the exhibitionist of the group was unusual as far as that field went, too.
Either way (and her added decision to never touch any money that had been in Bubbles' possession at any point aside), there she was, using the more or less secure system that wasn't connected to her civilian identity in any way to search for details of this 'Jackie' on the internet. Because while she did not expect to find a wealth of information, she figured it wouldn't hurt to check it out.
What she had found was... enlightening. The foreign magical girl, or someone of her height with matching long white hair and outfit, at least, had been sighted all throughout the streets of Genericana, letting Kerrie draw connections between her presence and unusual happenings that coincided with it. For one, a certain amount of murder victims had been found nearby whenever she passed by, often killed in horribly grisly manners from what she could find, and that alone was reason enough to further investigate.
She'd also found a few mentions of her that indicated she'd been taken in by the police at some point, but released without anything more, though things also became... wonky, most likely thanks to the Veil as they knew the phenomenon. However, with any luck this would be enough to let her make a timeline of Jackie's activities and perhaps find out about her magical dealings.
Either way that church was suspicious, as she had been seen frequenting it on and off. It was on her list of investigation targets related to Jackie.
However, it seemed Jackie, despite not being active on any social media sites Kerrie could find, was not without internet presence of her own, if in a rather surprising way.
"Booored," Bubbles interrupted from where she was lying on the big red couch they'd gotten for their secret base. "Bored bored booored. Isn't it my turn on the comp yet? I wanna do some ego shooting already."
Looking up to stop watching the apparent not actually virtual idol play some gothic horror game (that, strangely, did not seem to exist yet, having been announced a few days ago, not that anyone seemed to find it strange), Kerrie glanced at the mostly naked girl. "No. It's your turn when I tell you it is. Playing computer games all night isn't healthy for you."
With that, she got right back to it. She would get behind the secrets of Jackie yet! In the meantime, she'd have to tell Olivia to be careful about her friend and probably stay away from her a little- no matter how heartbreaking it was to cut her friend reaching out like she was short, but until they knew more, it was too dangerous.