The wind plays over your face and through your hair, the sun shining down on you in a way that approaches pleasant, and there is nothing that could bring you down. Truly, there is no freedom like what you are experiencing.
"Meow." Tabitha's paw stretches out up above you, your cat sitting securely atop your head. Looking in the direction it is wagging towards before being pulled back, you change the course of your ice platform, steering towards a notable rock sitting out in the desert, split in two as though by a giant cleaver or something.
Truly, none can tell you what to do. True freedom, right at your fingertips.
Your route has been zigzagging from one particular place around the desert to the next so far, your pet cat apparently following some ancient cat instinct of interesting places to sit on turned into a map of some sort. You certainly are not complaining, as it is only a matter of time until you manage to find your way into some kind of treasure- on those pirate treasure maps, you're always meant to dig near special-looking places, too, aren't you?
Pretty sure real treasure maps don't actually work that way.
"Muh muh."
"Did you have enough to drink, Jackie? I know Tahira gave you a bunch of water earlier, but-"
"Water is good for you," the water-conjuring magical girl says. Both of them are, incidentally, sitting behind you on your platform of ice as your mode of transportation is, obviously, the best you could possibly have. "No soft drinks."
"Ah c'mon, not even some diet coke?"
"Full of chemicals. Gives you, indigestion. No."
As it turns out, Tahira apparently has opinions about what people are allowed to drink, being quite particular about the matter. Given she can conjure perfectly clear and drinkable water that actually has everything the body naturally needs in it, somehow, because magic, you suppose she has a point in being picky about this.
She doesn't seem to mind occasional indulgences, but when Yasmin tried to pack a two-liter bottle of cola for this outing, she nearly flipped out, apparently unaware they even had anything like it.
"Muh. It's very cute," you say, both of the other girls looking at you. As they should, you deserve a lot of attention, okay? "Tahira only wants us to drink her special water."
"Ah, hey, it's not like that, okay? We aren't like that or anything-"
"Exactly right, Jackie," Tahira agrees, completely undercutting Yasmin's point. "I am very hurt when my dear partner ignores my feelings like that."
"… I'm just gonna sit here in my corner and watch the desert now."
"Also cute. Pouting Yasmin is also cute." You nod, satisfied your platform's overall cuteness factor is rising up.
All that aside, however, most of your travel as such is fairly tedious, taking well over an hour and not involving any bouncing titties, much to your personal disappointment. Around one and a half arguments about the value of normal water compared to carbonated water (which you learn Tahira can also do, by the way) later however, you spot something in the distance.
It seems fairly benign, like just a part of the landscape. But, you don't know… Something about that cardboard box in the middle of a sand dune seems suspicious to you…
Ah, you think it moved a bit just now. And really, you're miles out into the desert, nobody could fault you for playing with an ownerless cardboard box, right?
You just kind of want to try climbing inside of it, just for a bit. To see how it's like. And maybe you can even convince-
You're sure it moved this time. "Muh. There's something inside there," you point out to your adventuring party, gesturing for the suspicious cardboard box.
"Huh, really?" Yasmin scoots over, joining you in looking at it. Tahira does the same to your other side. You like being surrounded by cute girls, one definite advantage to being a magical girl if you've ever seen any. "I wasn't really paying it any attention, but there could be, I suppose."
"Should we check just in case?" Tahira asks.
"Muh, muh, mummuh," you make as you think.
Brian pops out of the pocket inside your dress you stuffed him into earlier, shaking his head out before speaking. "Chuh, when in doubt just shoot a spell at it to see what happens, Jackie. You regenerate mana quickly anyway."
In the end, you decide to use one of your most flexible and potentially powerful spells to deal with this situation; a quickly summoned golem moves on in towards the suspicious box, as you wish to preserve the loot to be had in case it can be saved.
You are talking about the cardboard box, by the way.
Your minion walks quickly, the shine of the sun reflecting off of its abs sculpted after what you vaguely remember of your own, and before long it stands before the object in question. The golem stares at it, animate object to inanimate object, and for a long moment it feels as though nothing is going to happen.
Then the box is thrown up into the air, brutally divorced from the ground it stood upon, and from beneath it emerges yet another Desert Goblin, the gnarled creature pointing a gun at the golem, what looks like a homemade shotgun to be precise, and fires without delay, hitting right at center mass.
Your icy creation braces itself, however, and though it is missing a good few chunks where shrapnel impacted it, it remains in fighting condition, swinging a haymaker right at the goblin. It ducks under it, then uses its weapon to block a downwards swing to follow up, launching a vicious kick to try and disable a leg of your minion in exchange.
"Desert Goblins," Tahira mutters, shaking her head. "Every time."
"She has a habit of drowning them alive," Yasmin stage-whispers as the three of you (four, with Tabitha) watch the fight going down.
"They are too tenacious. It is the fastest way to take them out."
"Muh."
Meanwhile, the brutal melee has turned into what looks kind of like a mixed martial arts match, the shotgun eventually slammed back into its owner's face and smacked off to the side. The goblin is smaller and weaker than your golem, but it doesn't seem to care, simply trying to kill it faster than it is killed itself. Puches and kicks are exchanged, sweeping maneuvers and dirty tricks; both fighters kick up and at every turn, actually making it kind of hard to watch from above.
You just link into watching what happens through it, of course. JackieVision cannot be blocked.
Finally, a series of quickly applied and broken wrestling holds decides the outcome. The goblin wraps itself around your golem's arm, trying to leverage all its strength to wrench it clean off, but a sudden application of the shapeshifting your fighter has been hiding until now sees long spikes burst out of said arm, impaling and drawing blood through toughened green skin.
Finally, the goblin is drawn into a chokehold, struggling with all its might but unable to escape, in the end. The snap of its neck echoes loudly, announcing your victory in this P*kemon match.
"Muh. I call dibs on the box."
The rest of your journey takes place with you sitting inside the cardboard box, head poking out to let you see and to feel the wind against your skin. As you had been expecting, it is quite comfy to stay inside of it.
"Too cute." Tahira also whispers the same words every couple minutes when she sees your face for some reason. Then she also pinches your cheeks, but she is careful about doing so and so you shall allow it.
But anyways, back to Tabitha's directions. It takes a bit, but you eventually arrive at what seems to be some kind of gate, a large stone structure with nothing behind it. Runes are engraved all over the arches, hieroglyphs only some of whom you think you may have seen before.
"Muh?"
"Chuh!" Once again, your handy explain-o-matic, Brian, show up. You're fairly sure he just spontaneously spawns into existence to explain stuff before despawing again at this point. "This is a magical gate. Most of them are very old and require a specific key to be activated- an object, a phrase, some only work when certain beings are present or at certain times. Puchuh!"
Just then, Tabitha yowls out aloud, producing a deep, fundamentally very catlike sound. "Mouuuuu!"
The hieroglyphs light up, one after the other, and an indistinct haze hangs in the air within the gate's bounds.
"Muh. Tabitha knew the password," you nod, satisfied. It really is nice when things just work out.
"Are you sure we should just go in?" Yasmin asks, glancing around. "What if it's trapped?"
"'s fine. I trust my kitty cat." You take hold of Tabitha, putting her on your lap so you can stroke her back and neck. Fluffy and cute. Yup.
Going through the gate feels a little funny, like a prickling sensation over your skin, but it recedes as quickly as it comes. Stopping your platform on the other side, you look around, figuring you should probably get out.
"Muh. Someone carry my box."
You're in what seems to be some sort of temple, lit fires and clean, dust-free corners letting you know it's either enchanted to stay in perfect condition forever or else inhabited by someone that keeps it in said condition. There are a few pathways ahead, but before you can make any decisions about which way to go (or, indeed, get someone to carry you around inside your new box), a flash of light appears, turning into-
A brown-skinned woman with symmetrical golden markings all over her body, wearing a veil over her face and and kind of skimpy cloth straps to cover her chest, a loincloth over her hips and lots of little gold chains holding everything in place. A transparent cape hangs over her back and she tilts her head, blue gemstones glinting at the front of her outfit and a white collar she's wearing.
Also and most importantly, she has two cute, fluffy-looking cat ears on top of her head, two little bands of gold with a blue shimmer around them circling them. A similar one to that is hanging in the air behind her, kind of reminding you of a halo. Do her kitty ears have halos? If so, this might truly be a sacred place, after all.
Also also, there's a strand of hair sticking out on top of her head. Cute.
"Huh, we got guests?" She asks, her high voice containing a teasing tilt. "It's been a while since that happened. Hmm…" She casually lifts her red veil, revealing a pair of deep ruby-red eyes and a pouty mouth reminiscent of a cat's. "You're only supposed to find this place if you know how to get to it, but I guess you did. I'll go break out the booze, the Temple of Bastet has a reputation to maintain!"
"Muh."
You immediately feel at home here.
"What should we do?" Yasmin whispers, unaware that cat ears demonstrate an infinite capability to hear even the quietest of sounds.
"Seems friendly," Tahira adds.
You, still sitting inside your cardboard box with Tabitha in your arms (her kitty paws are soft and squishy as always), slowly get up, not wanting to leave it but also curious about what this cute cat girl has to show you. "Leave it to me. I can negotiate."
"Really?"
"Muh."
You are an expert at negotiating. Your silver tongue shall see you to victory just like every time you call upon it.
Depositing your cat inside the box for you to carry her inside of it (she likes it inside), you quickly follow the swaying behind of the brown-skinned girl that shall hopefully have something for you, after all if this place exists and Tabitha went out of your way to show you how to get to it, it must contain some reason for thus. This is simple, basic logic, it simply can't be wrong by any measure.
Oh, while you're at it, maybe you should work towards making yourself appear similar to her? Your terrifyingly acute social awareness tells you that people like people more if they look similar to them, so…
You concentrate, accessing your power to conjure clothing. And clothing in particular, you can't just create temporary cloth, it has to be in the shape of actual clothing. Because magic. Anyways, you use your magical powers, your dress melting away to be replaced by a see-through veil over your head, with a small copy of the catgirl's own clothes now covering your body and showing off your pale skin, with dark cloth, gold accents and dangly bits and stuff.
And curves. That are not at all nonexistent, okay? You have them! They're not huge, but you have curves! Your sides actually do curve, because you have a slim waist that's not as wide as your hips!
Amen.
Anyways, now that you are wearing a culturally appropriate outfit, you soon find yourself stepping foot into what seems like some kind of dining area, with desks and seats carved out of stone. "Nyahaha, nice look! Alright, I'm breaking out the kitty booze, let's drink!"
"Muh!" You reflexively raise both your arms, very happy with these news.
"You're too young to drink, Jackie," Yasmin reminds you, Tahira nodding along. You, however, have a great counterargument to be made.
"Is kitty booze," you explain. "Can't not drink it."
"Mnyah." See, even Tabitha agrees with you!
"'Ere we go, one cup for everyone," the tanned catgirl says, pulling a bunch of stuff out of (seemingly) nowhere. There's even a thimble for Tabitha, which makes sense as you'll be drinking kitty liquor and it's meant to be drunk by kitties. "Let's party, it's been way too long!"
She kicks back her own cup, giving you an opportunity to grab your own from the stone desk where she put everything. The cups are also made of stone, of course, and the liquid inside of them is a warm red, smelling…
Really good, actually. A bit spicy, a bit savory… Raising your cup with both hands, you nip a bit of it.
It tastes good and fills you belly. "Munyah."
"Did Jackie just make 'munyah'?" Tahira asks for clarification, sounding like she can't believe it.
"Jackie… Are you drunk already?" The sandy girl asks.
"Muuuh. 'm fine. Ish jush tastee."
"That's good! Drink more, have more kitty booze! Don't you wanna see what happens, girls?"
More cups of kitty booze are summoned for you. You are very happy about this.
"I want to."
"Don't you remember what happened when she started fighting for real? She's pretty strong, what if he goes nuts while drunk?"
"It's fiiine, the temple'll just fix itself. It's survived way rowdier parties."
"I like your kittens," you tell the catgirl as you finish your first cup, immediately going for the next. "Can I touch them?"
"Maybe if you can drink me under the table, little kitten," the pouty woman says, patting your head. You do not dislike it.
You don't quite recall what happens next in great clarity, some manner of mind-altering magic no doubt, but you can go by what you do remember in flashes of clarity to reconstitute the events that follow. You drink a few more cups and eventually push your face against the cleavage in the middle of the anonymous cat woman's chest, being not covered by clothes are therefore fair game.
At some point music starts playing from somewhere and anonymous cat girls start to appear around you, their meowing causing to reply with your own cat sounds to get them to be quiet while you drink. Things kind of devolve into a meowing contest and things become a bit more… hazy again.
Next thing you clearly do remember Yasmin is lying knocked out somewhere off to the side, Tahira and the still unknown cat woman cheering you on as you dance on the table, Tabitha tipsily nursing her booze with both paws. Cute.
""Strip! Strip! Strip!"" Obviously, they would want to see more of your glorious Jackieness, so you cycle through a few outfits as you look for one that you can properly strip off.
You have no idea what happened next. Only that by the time you wake up, you have a pair of huuuge cat ears and a tail coming from above your butt, something that has you not at all embarrassed, just slightly inconvenienced, yes. "Muh…"
"Look a' that, you drank enough kitty booze after all," the cat girl with the very delicious-looking browned kin comments, carelessly drinking some more. All around you, the members of your party are lying around, sound asleep.
"Muh!"
"Don't worry, they look cute on ya!" Suddenly, a hand is fondling the base of your tail, groping and scratching.
"Ah… !"
"Don't worry little kitten, now that everyone's down for the count we can talk properly, eh? Don't 'cha wanna know what led you here? Besides your kitty friend, I mean."
"Murgh."
"There's a place you gotta visit, you'll find the bitch that's causing you problems there. Just think of it as a divine oracle or something." Your head is rubbed right between your ears, again causing weirdly comfortable sensations to spread from it.
You don't know why or how, but you are now acutely aware of some ancient temple hidden inside a barrier right in the middle of Cairo, only requiring someone to know where it is to pass through. How many of those does Egypt even have?
"And this one's a freebie 'cause you're a good girl. Or were a good boy? Eh, you got what it takes ta be a cat and always did, that's good enough for me, really."
"Meow." Why are you meowing now?
"Now just lie back and lemme cuddle ya, hm? Been way too long ince I got a little cute like you here in little ol' me's place."
Having your tummy gently patted is surprisingly nice. Your tail goes out of control whenever you don't have both hands on it to keep it still.
Obtained Blessing of Bastet
When you next wake up, you're cuddled up inside your cardboard box, Tabitha sleep-purring in your face. You don't really mind it, but it's making it pretty hard to stay asleep.
Slowly poking your head out of the box, you find out that the sun is still up in the sky, you and your group having been deposited somewhere under an arch of pretty mundane-looking rock to ensure you stay inside its shadow. Yasmin and Tahira are grumbling to themselves, likely having awoken at the same time as you did through sheer 'coincidence'.
"Meow." You go back down into your box, drawing it closed behind yourself. Bit more naptime won't hurt, you're sure.
"Jackie? Jackie are you there?"
"No Jackies here," you mumble, Tabitha's head rubbing softly against your cheek. It's very fuzzy and cute.
Yasmin sighs, and you can just about see her shaking her head in exasperation. "Get up Jackie, it's only twelve o'clock and we have to find out what to do next. Me and Tahira don't remember much, but-"
"I was turned into a cat, molested by a goddess and then she told me where to find the enemy," you say, your usual sleepiness-induced verbosity catching up with you again. "Now I'm sleepy because she made me drink a lot."
"… Does that happen to you often?"
"More than you'd think." You yawn, turning a little inside the box, Tabitha carefully cuddled against your chest.
It takes a bit to actually return to the Sandcastle near Cairo, mostly due to the fact you're somewhere in the middle of the fucking desert and someone saw it fit to disappear the traces of the path you took towards the hidden temple- or else you were transported to some completely different location or something, doesn't matter.
What it comes down to is Tahira determining the time of day, comparing it to the sun's position and using a magical compass- made to work even under magical interference, which seems to be oddly common in the desert in some parts- to determine in which direction you have to go to get back.
It's actually kind of impressive. You do not need such navigational skills, for any place that you go to is the place you wish to arrive at, but even so you do not even need to decide on a random direction to go to see what happens, even. It has a worth all of its own, you think.
You chat a bit on the way, naturally using your flight capabilities to move your party around again, and soon find out that a bottle of what is only labeled as 'kitty booze' has somehow been snuck into your box of storage. You try to open it, but Yasmin stops you, declaring that you aren't old enough to drink and should just take out the snacks you were actually trying for instead.
"We cannot let you become an alcoholic under our watch," the girl with the miniature sandcastle on her head asserts. "Look, we're irresponsible as all hell, but that's a step too far."
"Yes. Do not become a drunkard, Jackie." Even Tahira has betrayed you.
"Muh. Fine." You're still keeping that booze for later, though. It might be a plot-relevant item. Or maybe you really liked drinking it.
"… how often are you given mind-altering substances by gods or god-like beings, anyways?"
You take a moment to consider that question. You tilt your head up, then down. Counting on your fingers, you contemplate whether certain things count.
"Yes," you finally decide. "Main diet home is a magical fruit a cat-goddess-spirit-thingy grow. Makes a bit horny. Very nutritious."
It's a fast and easy way to feed yourself, plus they're surprisingly tasty. That plus some bacon every now and then is enough for you, really, though Chuckie cooking for you as well is still most welcome and worth the effort of scavenging food other than sweets.
"Of course." Yasmin shakes her head, hand on her face. "That's it, we're keeping you here forever. Someone has to make sure you don't end up a drug addict."
"Muh." No drugs can addict you! In Jackieland, you addict the drugs to you!
Alright, as a 'brief' intermission, EmperorLee uses a token to power Jackie's magic up!
Cryokinesis: Efficiency Increase (12), Efficiency Increase (14), Detailed Work (5), Move More Ice (10), Move More Ice (12), Move More Ice (14), Create Further (8), Enhanced Creation Speed (10), Ice Structure (5)
Winterblast: Increased Debuff (14), Increased Debuff (16), Shatter (12), Shatter (14), Persistent (22), Spell Efficiency (10), Spell Efficiency (12)
Ice Armor: Armor Stack (10), Armor Stack (12), Efficiency Upgrade (20), Purge Damage (8)
Your return to the city is a quiet one, for a given value of 'quiet'; while you do not blow anything up on your way in, seeing as you are not in the habit of randomly practicing your more destructive spells on civilian targets before they've given you some reason to, it's not like you're going out of your way to hide yourself, either.
You're just openly flying in, simple as that. You don't really see any need to go put any effort into doing so stealthily, whosoever sees you sees you and who doesn't, doesn't. The Veil will take care of any mundanes doing so and any magical beings would do well to know that magical girls are the apex species as far as magical beings are concerned and either stay away or beg for their lives the moment your gaze meets them.
There may be gods and the like attempting to stand on the same level as The Jackie, but for any of the poor wretches that would be forewarned by this appearance of yours? You are the Power That Be. It is as simple as that.
"Okay, where do we need to go?" Yasmin asks, stretching her neck and keeping her sand shovel at the ready. "We've been dealing with this shadowy mastermind-type for two days already, the sooner we end this the sooner we make sure it doesn't become a pattern."
"Recurring villains," Tahira agrees with a shake of her head. "Not even once."
You sense a story there, but alright. "Muh. Follow me. We need to go past a crowded street, past a brothel and into an alley."
Because that's how this stuff works. Clearly, a brothel had to be involved somehow.
The path is long and arduous, truly a great pilgrimage to be undertaken. Any lesser adventurers would have long since given up under the dolorous and constant shine of the Egyptian sun, bearing down on your group in a never-ending trial of your perseverance and character, your refusal to give up the only thing that keeps you going.
The streets you must pass through are vast and desolate, the machinations of your foes having emptied them of all life; mundane humanity cannot hope to survive under the thick, burning miasma plaguing you so. It is only through the ritual of rehydration conducted with the blackest and bubbliest of sacred waters that you yourself can survive, never mind thrive under these conditions.
"That is not healthy for you, Jackie. Too much sugar," Tahira complains, yet it must be, for how else shall you acquire the needed sense of refreshment?
"Muh. Hot," you point or. Or complain, it really depends on how you view it.
"You are cool, Jackie. I can feel it." Admittedly you are pressed against the exceedingly skimpily dressed magical girl's front, her lithe form pleasant to your touch even as you are permanently tempted to paw at her small, yet tantalizing titties. Maybe she knows what she's talking about.
"She's just still grumpy we don't drink her leaf-juice," Yasmin stage-whispers before clearing her throat. "Anyways, how much longer until we're there? Don't get me wrong, it's great having a guide and all, but we've been floating through back alleys for a while now."
"Muh. We're here," you point out proudly, ignoring the sound of traffic as the city is filled with activity all around you. Then, bringing you all forwards, you steer your ice platforms through a deep, dark tunnel that simply appears from one moment to the next, a short flight soon bringing you out again in what looks like some valley surrounded by mountainsides.
"Could've warned us," the sandy girl grumbles, taking a sweeping look around. "So this is the place? It kind of looks like one of those places."
She's not wrong. A significant portion of the valley is taken up by what looks like some kind of ancient Egyptian temple, with lots of flowing water channeled to pass through it and gather in pools. As you approach, you quickly come to realize that you are, indeed, at the right address, an ethereal voice speaking directly into your mind. Spookily.
"My, my, and here I wondered what to do about the unruly girls standing in my way," the sultry female speaker says, seemingly not at all bothered by your intrusion. "And here you come straight to me, how darling of you…"
"Muh. Muh. Mumumumuh." You quickly accelerate towards one of the wide pools contained within the temple, visible thanks to the angle you're flying at; there are roofs, but they're held up by engraved pillars, otherwise nothing really obstructs your view of most of this temple-looking place.
Hence you quickly find the figure standing partially submerged inside said pool, looking up at you.
"Alright, get ready for a fight," Yasmin says, but you don't really pay her any attention; the woman you are seeking out stands there wearing one this weird cloth thingy around her neck, a few snaking bands of gold around her body not concealing her femininity in any way, a funky-looking glove and some kind of Egyptian diadem with a snake made of gold on it, her fat tits and big, puffy nipples bared to the world.
By which you mean you.
Beyond those big ol' jugs, this woman has a nice, narrowed waist and wide hips, such that you may even describe them as 'birthing' ones if you didn't know better after having seen (and fucked) Viridis, and her pussy is almost completely shaven except for a landing strip of hair telling you exactly where to look (and where to stick it in) as she stretches her body.
Oh, and there's a tiger lying next to her, its eyes glowing the same color as hers. That's also a thing.
"That's right, come closer… closer…" Some kinda magical hologram appears behind her gloved hand, a similar pale blue color. "Look me deep in the eyes…"
"Muh…"
You feel like you should do what the sexy woman says.
That's just you developing simping syndrome, ignore it, Elena advises.
Hmm… She does have a point, but you don't know… You kind of do want to bend that chick over and have your way with her, but…
You can do that much better without her meddling inside your head. Only me and the rat allowed in here.
A compelling argument, there. Truly, it would be a waste to see this opportunity squandered- you don't get to rape a completely new sexy woman every day.
That's right, remember our priorities. Sex first, possible mind control later, see? Just gotta breed her good and thorough and you can think about it again.
Yeah. Sex first is definitely something you can get behind. You kind of want to suckle on those nipples… May be your Viridis withdrawal talking.
"Hm, didn't work? You're a tough little nut, aren't you?" The woman says.
"The toughest," you boast, getting ready to get over there and rape her jiggly butt.
"The same can't be said about your companions, however…"
You blink and look at Yasmin.
"Hey, it's not me," she defends herself.
"Then who?"
"Jackie…" Tahira breathes aloud, her hands already on your shoulders. "You can dress up in pretty dresses, right?" Her eyes are glowing in the same color as the weird woman's.
"Muh," you make before she throws herself (and you) off your platform, down onto the ground. "Muuuh!"
You were not made for freeform flight!
"Gh! Tahira, snap out of it!"
"Jackieeee…"
"Now, dance for me my puppets!"
"…" You emit a blast of cold, biting air, anathema to the desert heat surrounding you, as you splash into the pool, fighting to get yourself upright despite the Tahira clinging to you. "You are my puppet. Flesh-doll. Rapebait."
And it's about time someone taught her not to mouth off to the wrong God-Empress.
Thinking quickly, you assess the situation, consider all possible paths forward and choose how to approach this situation. Clearly you need to outwit this enemy to minimize the chances of further complications while simultaneously maximizing the odds of you getting to molest and pump that woman.
Ugh. Making you think, now is it? Just for that you'll double up on the punishment rape you shall personally perform on her.
Okay, step one, Tahira is controlled right now. It doesn't seem to be complete control though, more some kind of manipulation; making her act out, focused on the only thing of importance she can see (which is yourself, of course). So it stands to reason you should be able to manipulate her as well, use whatever has been done to her for your own purposes.
Also, everyone is literally standing in knee-deep water. Well, it's waist-height for you, but whatever. Yet another easy lever to pull. Really, some people just have to try and fight you in the most disadvantageous of places. For them.
"Tahira," you say, snapping your fingers to make her pay attention. "Catch the sexy naked lady for rape and I'll play with you."
"Chuuh, can't believe it, but she's actually thinking," Brian mumbles off to the side, him and Tabitha having evacuated your person in the face of copious amounts of water.
"Meow."
"Hmmm…" The water-oriented magical girl tilts her head sluggishly, blinking slowly before a wide smile spreads over her face. "Can I, dress you up?"
"…" You briefly consider whether this sacrifice shall be worth it, whether the price you must pay is acceptable, if the means justify the ends. And well, when you put it that way… You've agreed to worse to get things you want to get done get done before, so you only really have one option here. "Fine. Whole day of dress-up."
You know, letting yourself be fucked by that shark lady was kind of hot, not gonna lie. And it's not like we don't regenerate anyways…
"Yaaay!" Tahira turns towards the sexy lady you want to fuck. "Be good, yah? Just sit tight and wait for my little Jackie!"
Suddenly, the water surges up to climb onto the woman's body, gliding over soft skin before she can react. Similarly before your target can do anything about it, you reach out with but a small fraction of your power, instantly freezing the water into ice as you have long since learned to do.
It's the basics of the basics. Of course you can do it. It is similar to breathing, or walking, or identifying the points to stick a knife into, simply a natural part of one's being.
"Hmpf," the curvy chick makes. "If you thought this much was enough to stop me, you should have-"
"Tabitha! Other cat! I will pet it!" You call out. She gives you a doubting look, knowing full well you would totally lie about this to get her to do stuff. "I will. Watch me."
You stretch a hand out towards the tiger. In response, your cat decides not to chance it, hissing at it.
The tiger growls.
Tabitha moves behind it faster than the eye can follow, savagely batting at its tail.
The two engage in a kitty fight, soft paws patting at each other's heads. The tiger's eyes, from what you can see as their battle develops and they move around each other in circles, have lost their pale blue glow, meaning you have successfully deprived your enemy of her only means of defense.
Speaking of… "Remove this ice this instant!"
Muuuh…
You feel your mouth moving, lips shifting of their own accord into a pouty configuration of themselves, as you look at her. "No. Bad."
Gearing up for another fruitless attempt at overcoming your planetary fortress of a mind, she shoots you a pointed glare. "You will-"
You rise up into the air, freezing the water as you step on it to make your way over towards her. Tahira is still hanging off of you, but you just drag her behind yourself regardless, the lower half of the quietly giggling girl floating along in the water easily.
Once you come close enough, you promptly put a hand on her head, hence her shutting up. "Bad," you repeat. "Not what your mouth is for."
With her frozen in place for the moment, you can simply manhandle her neck, and so after a short moment of you adjusting your height by way of creating more ice, you finally have her right where you want her to be.
Cocksucking height.
"Muh," you make as you free your dick from your magical panties, springing forth from beneath your skirt (that you swiftly shift aside. "This is what it's for."
With her head under your control, you can easily force it to the side to properly face you, then shove your cock against her mouth, her glowing eyes glaring up at you promising painful retribution. Not daunted in the least, as she's still immobilized, you simply hold her nose closed with one hand, smugly smiling down at her because there is nothing she can do but suck your dick now.
Under your watchful eyes, her mouth eventually opens, as they always do to breathe, and your already waiting rod goes from rubbing against her soft, pliable lips to forcing its way into her even softer, warm and moist mouth, a warning surge of cold letting her know better than to bite down.
You easily penetrate it with several inches of your massive tool, luxuriating in the bliss of conquering yet another reluctant cock-receptacle- when, just as you push a little deeper, down the woman's tongue to let your lower head flirt with the constricting confines of her throat, she flexes to remove the ice all over her left arm, the shiny glove deploying its thingy again!
"Uhg ugh!"
Something inside your brain tells you to go away and do something else, such as Tahira. You tell your brain to fuck off, for you have something more important to do, happy little breaths escaping your half-open mouth at the feeling of your cock introducing itself deeper down the woman's throat, a wave of your hand piling on more ice over her body.
She glares up at you. You do not give a fuck, for she still needs to breathe and her throat spasms around you, more and more of your shaft disappearing past her lips now. Both hands on her head, buried in her short, black hair, you most definitely do not gasp in pleasure when she starts to gag and choke on your dick.
There's just something special about this, forcing someone to take your cock down their gullet like this. To feel her try and resist, unable to stop you, not even capable of biting down even if she was stupid enough to risk it.
You would break those teeth straight out of her jaws and get right back to it. As Elena did mention, you do regenerate. Doesn't mean you like pain, but you can get better, especially if you make someone kiss it better.
"Glhk! Glhk! Glhk!"
You're starting to properly fuck her face now, lips wide open and sloppily dragging back and forth across your length with every motion only serving to make this better. You're messing her up, her face, her 'days since last rape' counter, everything.
You can feel every contour of her throat, the desperately squeezing and pulsing muscles, wet, sloppy sounds made as you thrust into it, putting your weight behind every thrust. Your head is expanding, flaring as though determined to block her airway in its entirety, and your balls slap against her chin, most of her body still immobilized.
"Gumming!" You grit out, feeling yourself coming closer, slapping noises intensifying as your hips become a blur, the weight of Tahira forgotten in its entirety- you can feel it, your cum surging through your dick, thick dollops gathering into a massive flood such that it may well tear down entire coastal communities with the force you are about to come down this woman's throat.
Reminds me of school a bit, just with an extra dick thrown in for good measure, Elena notes idly.
You're doing it now, panting and groaning aloud, slamming yourself balls deep into the face you're fucking, alabaster seed pumped directly down her involuntarily suckling esophagus and into her stomach.
You're groaning a little longer still, babbling about this and that as you slowly pull your mighty Rod of Domination out of her mouth, firing off a few last ropes of sperm over her face. One of her eyes closes shut, glued over by a particularly strong aftershock of your first load on this occasion, and she's kind of busy retching and throwing up a few mouthfuls of white as the coughs herself into being able to breathe again.
"I will, make you pay for this," she hacks out, a determined scowl setting in.
"Muh." You doubt it. She's kind of weaksauce. "Still time for triplets before then."
It's pretty easy, all told. With the control you have over ice, and the ice encasing your current victim, it is literal child's play to make her sit on the edge of the former pool of water, some measure of magical resistance obviously at play here- a mundane person would have frost burn and hypothermia by this point, but this woman? Nothing.
Her skin is a bit cool, but she remains just fine otherwise, tanned skin seemingly comfortable despite the conditions it is subjected to. Well, a quickly made ice gag made out of some of the extra ice shuts her up well and good and her arms are frozen in place behind her back, which can't really be comfortable, but that doesn't matter to you and that's all that counts.
"Muh. Really convenient when they come prepackaged like that." Standing before the bound and gagged woman, you look her in the eyes, your cock slickened with saliva standing at attention. She looks back, a mix of loathing, disdain and annoyance in her gaze, as you put your hands on her legs, spreading them wide to properly inspect the goods.
A juicy pussy is what you see. It's also all you need to see before you're more than happy to proceed.
"Dirty little slut, just bathing out for all to see," you mumble, purely to add insult to injury as you position your cock. "Obviously wanted this. Can't complain now."
Not that you'd care even if she did. She does struggle a bit, but you've reinforced the ice putting her in her place, even casting your spell specially made to do just that on her to make sure, so there's no chance she gets out of this one. All she manages is to bounce the body parts kept loose for the moment around, her breasts shaking nicely and making you reach out to hold onto them.
Pinching and tugging at her nipples, angry muffled sounds come from her that you continue to ignore, instead observing. Then, wondering what will happen, you wind your arm back, her widening eyes telling you she realizes what you're about to do just as-
"Nice tiddies. Would be a shame if someone slapped 'em."
You slap her tits, making them jiggle and putting a bright red handprint onto one of them for a few moments before it starts to fade away. Naturally, now you have to do it on the other side, too, else it'd be unbalanced, and then a couple more for good measure, the supple bouncing of this chick's rack and the soft flesh you're mauling keeping you entertained and happy for a good bit even as she tries to draw back every time you reach back for another hit.
You still grow a bit bored eventually, even of the hardened nipples you would still just love to get acquainted with closer, and so you return back to your core competency, stuffing your big fat dick into tight orifices. Directing your massive manhood with one hand, rubbing over the sensitive ribbing and snowflake patterns, you nudge it into where it belongs, squishing up against your victim's labia.
Then, folds already spreading around you with how well-lubricated you are, you grab hold of the nice and wide hips of this woman whose name you really should figure out at some point just so you know whom you're raping, and ram yourself home, spitting her over your length. She screams, if obviously muffled by her gag, and you luxuriate in the contractions of a forcefully conquered breeding channel.
Yes. This is what the life is all about. You should rape more juicy sorceresses, you decide.
Not resting on your laurels, you get right to it, drawing your cock back out of the fleshy prison it has found for itself, the woman's walls squeezing spastically as her natural reactions take their course. You aren't gentle and you don't care all that much, because this is about you, not her, though, and so you quickly establish an uneven rhythm, haphazardly slamming your manhood into this cunt over and over again, wildly using and abusing her as a cocksleeve more than anything else.
You aren't shy about telling her as much, either. "Cocksleeve… jus' a tight, horny c'leeve," you tell her, not able to breathe properly while also pounding into her with abandon and prioritizing the latter over the former.
Grunting and mild moaning may also be involved, but that's n-normal, right? everyone does that when they're having sex. Hmpf.
Your sleeve takes your cock again and again, reduced to her true purpose in life- to be your breeding slut, just lying there to take it whenever and however you want. Wet slapping sound resound throughout the area, joined by your panting and grunting, excessively manly such that it may cause spontaneous ovulation in the bare ground like you were some fucked up Greek god, and you just can't get enough of manhandling and groping the soft womanly body at your mercy as you pound away at it.
You're spreading her open, wrapped tight around your cock, and whether she wants to or not a lot of natural lubrication is produced by her, covering your rod from tip to base in short order.
Her love tunnel is twitching, squeezing, milking to try and get you to come inside of it, its tight confines tempting enough to do just that in short order. Your already frantic pace accelerates, her entire depth plumbed out as you ram yourself up against the soft barrier of her womb, something you can feel when you properly thrust into her balls deep, and a hacked-off, unfocused sound escapes your throat.
You're gonna do it. You're gonna- "Seed you, 'm gonna seed you you dirty little cunt!"
Her eyes wide open, she can't do anything but take it when you finally release your mighty second eruption, surge after surge of cum spewing forth right against and into her womb, fucked deeper with every autonomous thrust of your hip as you gasp and moan. You can't help yourself but collapse onto your unwilling broodmare's belly, catching a quick breath for a bit.
"Don't think… 'm done… with you… yet…"
You won't stop until she looks as pregnant as she's guaranteed to be at the end or your name isn't Jacqueline Frostrapus III., that's for sure.
It is not until some way into you making good on your conviction to give this 'mysterious big bad' a preview of what it's like to be seven to nine months pregnant before you slow down for a moment, having shot a couple loads into the greedily squeezing cunt of not-exactly-unquestionable-consent before you, to consider the matter of a certain other girl still hanging onto you.
Well, you do it in that moment of clarity you experience for the fraction of a second whenever you nut, before the urge to breed and claim takes over again, but that's time enough to come to certain conclusions, at least; having just done your damndest to pump another ounce of sperm into your current rape-toy, your balls pressed against her as well as you have your entire massive cock pressed inside of her channel as deeply as possible, you look towards your side, where none other than Tahira is currently watching and panting, one hand stuck into what amounts to her pants in her transformed state.
Panties, really. A thin strip of cloth held in place only by the weird metal-y bits that seem to make up the majority of her magical girl outfit's weight, till just as tempting as ever. But with her mind affected as it is…
You doubt she'll mind. Much.
So you grab her under her arms when her eyes catch yours, her red tongue deliciously licking over her lips as she goes along with it. You're too short to lift and move her like you want to, but your omnipotence reaches both the space-time continuum and her state of mind, so you easily have her change position through sheer force of will.
"Muh. On her?"
"Ehehe~… Is little Jackie being, naughty?" With a loose smile on her face Tahira complies with your wishes, slowly climbing up on the grown woman you're using to satisfy yourself, cock still buried deep inside of her. She moves on all fours, hips swaying a little to show off her compact, cute butt. "Mh, what shall I do about that?"
Both your hands grab dat booty, as you absolutely have to grasp it for yourself now that it's in sight and range like this. Her cheeks feel soft, but not overabundant, lying nicely inside your palms.
"Muh." Then you paw and pull at her panties, dragging them down her brown, smooth skin, admiring the contrast of the white cloth against it.
"Mou," Tahira makes, wiggling her butt at you. "Turning around. For you~."
She does just that, her outfit reminiscent of a harem dancer's pulling fluttering veils around as she get ready to present herself. Finally, she comes to lie right on the woman you were fucking, head resting on her big, pillowy tits and legs spread a bit, panties slid out of hidden clasps to be removed and nudged down to her feet.
The dainty appendages play with the wet piece (or scrap, rather) of clothing for a moment, her cute toes drawing your attention momentarily. Then she slides one of her feet out of it, letting what was supposed to protect her modesty dangle from the opposite angle as she spreads her legs, resting them against the insides of the groaning and quietly struggling couch you have her on.
The view of a willing cunt waiting to be bred has you exhale through your nose like a bull, in great puffs of air that deserve their own comedic effects in truth. That said, you're very much not caring about that kind of thing right now, for you have work to do.
The actually important kind. The one that involves improving the world by increasing the amount of Jackie genetics that exist.
You pull out of your previous victim woman you did safe, sane and consensual things to, a drawn-out affair on account of how tightly her cunt is milking you regardless of her opinion on it, wet squelching sounds echoing lewdly as you overcome this challenge, one piece of ribbing at a time. When you finally get it done, a steady stream of backed-up semen floods out of her, mixing with the water around your legs, but you're entirely focused on the next part to be taken care of.
That is, throwing yourself forwards to thoroughly explore Tahira's own pussy with your patented adventure stick. It's wet and ready, her hands playing with her clit and patting her inner thigh, respectively. "Here, here."
You may or may not be making needy sounds as you lead over her, hands on her shoulders in short order. Well, one hand, the other one is busy pointing your dick where it needs to go- right into the wet honeypot, that is.
Tahira is tight and wet, her warmth enveloping your tip as you push it into her, spreading her labia wide open with your massive girth; it doesn't take long before you're getting down to stuffing her pussy with your cock, the first third or so easily fitting into her despite the almost virginal tightness you find yourself penetrating.
"Nnnah," you gasp, mouth open wide to breathe, yet your gaze is drawn towards where twin wraps are keeping her chest contained. She follows your eyes, smiling at you even as she mirrors your labored breathing, your dick in her pussy affecting her just as much as it does you.
"Ah, you want, to nurse?" Tahira giggles breathlessly, doing something to her clothes that makes her wraps simply fall off and away, revealing twin mounds topped with dark nipples.
They kind of look like chocolate. And just like that, you're latching on to one of them, lips wrapping around it to let your tongue flip and lick at a hardened nub. She tastes nice, like freshly bathed, but in a good way, with a hint of her girlish sweat underneath.
"Nh~, such a naughty girl…" Your lover's arms stroke your back and grope your butt, urging you on to go deeper, faster, harder.
You do, moaning into Tahira's breasts, feeling your rod intrude deeper into her fleshy love tunnel- she's so tight, feels so good, you have a hard time persevering in the face of the storm of pleasure unleashed against you.
"Muh! Muuuh!"
"Are you coming?" She asks, holding you close. "Just a bit, longer, please, yes!"
You thrust into her velvety depths, finding yourself bumping into something at her deepest spot. Having found her womb, there is absolutely no way you can hold yourself back- moaning and howling, you rut into the open form of Tahira below you, your hips moving as fast as they can.
"Muh! Mumumumumuuuh!"
"Such a, ah, spoiled girl!" Tahira drags your face back against her chest, a cute titty greeting it in short order. You greet it back. The dark-skinned girl's knees press in on the ides of your hips now, almost pulling you in for lack of a better word. "Jackiiieee!"
You come, your heavy spunk pumping right against her womb in a big, heavy burst, your pregnancy-juice deposited so as to make it as likely for your swimmers as possible to find an unprotected ovum or two to pin against the wall of her womb as possible. You groan, deep and manly, definitely not at all making any sounds anyone could ever mistake for that of a cat's, yes.
That would be silly.
Once again momentarily powerless- you mean, letting your guard down in the face of pleasure and not seeing a reason to be a physical juggernaut for a few brief moments, Tahira easily manhandles you, nudging you into place to lie on top of her and stroking your back.
You like having your back stroked. It is very soothing.
That said, you also don't lose your erection for even a single moment, and neither do you even think of pulling out; you have yet to knot anyone in the past few hours, and you feel like you should correct that oversight sooner rather than later…
"Another round already?" Tahira smiles at you. "So naughty of you…"
You're… pretty sure she isn't mind-controlled anymore. This is probably her just going with the flow by now.
Tabitha growled at her opponent, daring the cat opposing her to make a move. They had exchanged more than a few moves by this point, circling and testing one another, swift paws and half-sheathed claws.
This style of fighting was still pretty new to her, but it was potent and effective, of that there was no doubt. All the same, she wasn't about to underestimate a fellow cat, not when she knew an even bigger one that was way worse than this one.
Measuring their distance, she took a stance, head and body low to the ground. Recognizing the offensive Mouse Snatching Hunter stance, the tiger she was fighting adopted a flexible Raised Razor stance, one paw at the ready to react to whatever she did.
Tabitha was weaker, but faster. Her opponent was experienced, yet she had the advantage, being able to counter his techniques thanks to the fortuitous encounter with a long-dead ancestor she had. It was a stalemate, the worst kind of thing a fight could be.
"Nyah!" Calling out, she executed the Fivefold Slice of Light, making a point to aim at the tiger's head. She had to threaten its eyes to force it into action, else it was just going to counter-attack to make use of its weight and leverage.
As she expected, her opponent moved its face away from the glinting arcs of light she drew through the air… Only to be blind to the sudden crackling of energy gathering over the pad of her paw at the same time.
Mighty Kitty Punch! Slamming her paw unto the ground, Tabitha used the secret technique to propel herself forwards, maintaining the Fivefold Slice of Light all the while, and viciously savaged the side of her enemy's face. Hissing and growling, the tiger body-checked her on pure instinct in response, but she slipped under its body, biting viciously at its belly in a sloppily executed Lethal Love Bite,
Now firmly deciding that it didn't want her too close to its own bulk, the tiger rolled itself onto its stomach, moving away swiftly as she was forced to let go.
"Nyaah, do you give up?"
"Mrreow," the large cat replied. There was a language barrier, but she could make out what it was saying under the heavy accent… she thought.
"True, the fight' already over," she agreed magnanimously. "Truce? Huh?!"
"Mrrow." She got the impression this tiger was rolling his eyes, but they were in agreement- further fighting would do nothing beyond ruffle ears unnecessarily. There were a couple nicks on both of theirs already, but she'd drawn first blood, so she counted it as a win.
"Carry me," she demanded, crouching down for a jump into his back. "I demand tribute in the form of being carried."
He rumbled something that sounded suspiciously like it involved kittens and other less flattering descriptions of her august person, but he didn't care. Time for a tiger ride!
Of course they came back to the sight of her hooman pounding into a screaming mess piled on top of a quiet mess, but that was secondary. Tiger Ride! By the Tiger Rider Tabitha!
EmperorLee uses a crit to Bad End Tahira after all, allowing you to pass the roll for doing so
"Chuh!"
"Yarr!"
"Chuh!"
"Yarr!"
"Chuuh!"
"Yarrr!"
"Would you two please stop, it's giving me a headache." Yasmin shook her head, less angry at the two magical mascots that were hanging onto her and more utterly exasperated. "If you're going to keep on squeaking at each other, at least use words the rest of us can understand. Please and thank you."
"Chuuh, not my fault this knife-wielding maniachuh refuses to stop," Jackie's Puchuuh said.
"Yarr, your pretentiousness knows no bounds indeed, ye scallywag! Why, I oughta introduce ye to me starboard plank!"
"Stop rattling kitchen knives and try to focus for once, would you?" She felt like she was herding cats, except worse since it would probably be easier to handle Jackie than to get these two to agree on literally anything. That at least just required some food as a bribe.
Girl had a huge sweet tooth.
"Puchuuh, as I was saying, this entire underground temple is a magical array meant to facilitate rituals, chuh," Brian went back to what it was saying earlier. "We chuhould check up on the surface as soon as possible to ascertain its exact effects now that we know what to look out for."
"Yarr, if it was active our icy girl would've spied it with a telescope's sight," her own mascot disagreed. "Whatever it is, it is dormant, obviously, yar."
"Chuuh, except it could have been activated remotely or on a timer, you dingwit, chuuuuuh."
"Really reaching fer that one, eh, ya scallywag?"
"So we're standing on a massive ritual and it's either not doing anything or going to activate at a moment's notice," Yasmin said, snapping her fingers to keep their attention focused on herself. "Did I get that right so far?"
"Chuh, technically, we stand in it, not on it," Brian 'helpfully' corrected.
"Yes, that. Any idea what it might do?"
"At a guess, something related to the time-space-continuum, chuuh, but the specifics require closer inspection and some time."
"Blimey, here I thought ye bilge-sucking landlubber weren't never gonna get to it. Only took, what, most of an hour, yar?"
"Oh chuh, you try to puzzle out unknown large-scale ritualistic leyline magic you can only see at most a tenth of on the fly! I dare chuh, puuh!"
Yasmin stepped up the stairs she took to explore the underground areas of the surprisingly large temple complex they'd somehow warped into, taking a look around. Then she sighed, again. "Of course they'd start to have sex the moment I took my eyes off them."
"Chuuh, in her defense, Jackie has a very one-track mind. It's why she's so useful, chuh."
"Yes, I'd noticed," she groused. "Now let's-"
Just then, what she only belatedly realized was the woman that Jackie had basically bowled over and started raping the moment she tried to control her mind began to glow, a bright blue eruption of energy enveloping her whole. Jackie, startled, jumped away, carrying Tahira with her at least.
"Muh?!"
Then the magical energy burst into all directions and the last she could see was the bronze-skinned woman flashing Jackie her middle finger before she disappeared completely amidst the rush of iridescent magic.
"Chuh, so it was used for teleportation. No doubt triggered through a remote timer, after all, and I was right all along, puchuh, we should've hurried up!"
"Yarr son of a biscuit eater, so much for that. At least we found the lamp in with all the booty."
"Just don't start talking about doubloons again, we're in Egypt for heck's sake." The pirate thing was fun and all, but Cuthbert really could take it a bit too far.
"Magic lamp." Your eyes are fixed on the golden thingy, looking almost exactly like in the Disney movie in fact.
I loved that movie when I was little.
"Yup, it's a magic lamp," Yasmin nods, casually waving the oil lamp, you think it is, through the air. From its tip a thin trail of smoke wafts around, lingering for only a few moments before it fades away.
"Chuh, it's confirmed to be the Efreet's prison," Brian says, pretending he didn't just abandon you to go wander off with another magical girl. It is not a betrayal, as you like Yasmin, but this craven act of betrayal shall nonetheless be punished in due time.
"Yarr, me matey 'ere can't leave it freely, so we got him by the bollocks." Cuthbert is okay as well, you suppose. He's another Puchuu and therefore suspect by definition, but he hasn't yet given you reason for capturing him and pestering Brian into torturing him for a week or two.
"Meow." Tabitha, who is a very good kitty indeed and beat the tiger of your now missing opponent into carrying her, is currently at perfect height for pets, which you promptly dispense. Her mount is getting scratched a bit, too, as you are aware cats have a really hard time properly reaching their necks the way you could.
It growls, pleased, whenever you do, by the way.
Then you turn around and return to punching one of the pillars in frustration, what with your latest fucktoy having escaped in such an infuriating manner. The sexy sorceress just teleported straight out on you in the middle of you having your fun- how unfair is that?! "Muh. Muh. Muh."
Every blow of your fists cracks stone and makes some of it crumble away, your immense prowess letting you beat the shit out of this inanimate object. It's what it deserves! It helped her!
Then, as your knuckles begin to itch again with irritation, your bones only able to sustain this level of punishment for a short time, you once again get back to petting your cat(s), waiting for them to heal back up. Truly, your natural level of regeneration is a marvel- and it's not even magic, you're just naturally like this!
Nope, we weren't. This is explicitly something that happened after the rat did its thing.
Completely just your natural ability to recover from anything and everything life throw at you. Just one more reason you're a superior creature and it is your duty to procreate and spread your seed to any females in sight. Just natural selection selecting everyone but you to be inferior.
Please stop…
Meanwhile, Tahira has properly shaken off the mind control from earlier, or rather the magic that interfered with her decision-making; you're pretty sure it was more just her mental state being impaired rather than any actual control over it, likely meant as some sort of setup for a more thorough kind of influence before you went and completely steamrolled the bitch that tried to use it.
She's looking back and forth between you, Tabitha and Yasmin- her partner tapping the tip of her foot as she watches the water-aligned magical girl, her arms folded over each other.
"How nice of you to join us, Tahira. I just wanted to have a few words with you."
"Um… Me no speak English?" The dark-skinned girl tries.
Unsurprisingly unsuccessful, of course. "Like I care. You're coming with me."
And just like that, she's dragged away by her ear, both of your temporary teammates going some distance from where you are throwing your current temper tantrum.
Whatever. You must punch this pillar some more.
Your return to the Sand Castle after some more messing around by everyone, actually vacating the hidden temple you were pointed at by a literal cat goddess thingy when it turns out you may have inadvertently damaged its structural integrity a bit too much by punching away at its pillars. In your defense, the temple really, really deserved it, it literally did aid your enemy in escaping from your clutches.
Let her pull a draw from the jaws of defeat and stuff. You are very cross with this whole piece of… massive ritual infrastructure or whatever, you didn't really pay attention when Brian explained it to you.
There's not much point to milling around inside of Cairo, the mostly mundane city uninteresting to someone just plain better than all the mundanes around, so you get out of there pretty quickly, too. Oh, to be clear, you're sure it's a lovely place and there's probably at least a few magical folks around blending in with the rest, maybe even a couple shops or something, but…
You don't specifically need anything the local magical population could provide, so without the narrative backing you up it would be a bitch and a half to actually find the people involved, so you've already decided not to bother. And what could the rest of the place be all about, huh, tourist trap and literal slums?
No thanks. You have better things to do. Things like that hired assassin you captur-
"How'd she get out?" You ask, staring at the vacated sand bindings, obviously cut apart somehow. Did Yasmin's magic get negated somehow after you all left?
"Probably had a hidden dagger or something. If it was sharp and magical enough, it can theoretically be used to whittle through these, but she'd have had to be really flexible for that."
"Muh…" Missed opportunity, that. On the bright side, though, you already did take the time to breed her, so that's something, at least.
"Eh, who cares." Yasmin sounds phenomenally unconcerned, considering a literal assassin disappeared in the middle of her home base. "This is how these kinds of things usually go."
"A weekly occurrence," Tahira agrees to her compatriot's words. "We have holding cells."
"Yeah, usually me at least make it really hard to time-consuming, but I guess we all just forgot to lock her in there in all the… excitement," the sand-controlling girl says, throwing a glare at her. And at you, too, which is entirely unjustified and promptly ignored by yourself as a matter of course. "Anyways, let's look at the loot, yeah?"
Finally, the good part. Yasmin has been keeping the stuff she picked up inside of the temple you claim all the credit for finding inside of a cloth sack of some sort, pouring the things inside of it out onto a table she forms out of the ground with a flick of her wrist.
You're not jealous of how easily she can do that, by the way. Not at all. As you are already nearing omnipotence when using your magic, any such thing would be strange, wouldn't it?
A small and eclectic collection of objects tumbles out, the magic lamp Yasmin found amongst the first of them. Then there's a couple gems, some random coins, bearing the non-uniform look of magical coins clearly enough to make sure they're magical even if it wasn't for the fact you can see the power pulsing within them, a handful of ancient scrolls of parchment with these decorated rollers keeping the stuff in place…
Those kinds of things. You, obviously, are laser-focused on the lamp, it's the naturally best bit of the loot this time.
"Yarr, nice bit o' booty this time! These all look shiny and valuable," Cuthbert announces, skittering over the table- only for Brian to tackle him aside, forcing him away from the shinies.
"Chuuh, to properly analyze this collection… The lamp contains a powerful Efreet, but it requires large amounts of mana to summon it and let the user order it around in a limited capacity, chuh. The coins are self-explanatory, plenty of silver here too, and the gems may be useful for enchanting objects, certainly better material than what we usually use, puuh."
Mhm, you remember the thought you had once. Using normal pebbles and stuff works for simpler things, but with better materials you can supposedly create more impressive and, simply put, powerful items according to what you heard Brian tell you. Then again, how important can what he says be when you are obviously making the very bestest stuff already?
"Lastly, chuh, these scrolls seem to describe some minor rituals towards the veneration of the sun, fiery magic… Chuuh, instructions on how to summon minor djinni and the like, too." Brian's tail waves, swaying left and right. "It would take several days to translate them into English, but they should be readable to anyone capable of understanding Arabic with some practice."
"Muh. How do we divide this?" You ask, getting right down to the important question involved.
"Yarr, I say we bury it all in a specific spot, then-" Yasmin bops Cuthbert on the head. "Arr, we split it up among the girls, with the coin divided in three?"
"Chuh, Jackie calls dibs on the lamp," your Puchuu immediately says.
"The most valuable thing here by far, yarr. You take it, you take none of the coin!"
Tahira raises a hand. "I believe Jackie should have extra loot."
"That's not really fair, but on the other hand she did do most of the fighting for this one," Yasmin ponders.
"Chuu-huhuhuhuh!"
"Yarr! Dishonest debatin', ye scallywag, as anyone should 'ave expected from ye!" Cuthbert raises his kitchen knife. "Into Davy Jones' locker ye go!"
In the end, you decide to put your incredible thaumaturgical weight and sheer levels of persuasive capacity into practical use by suggesting, in your very own inimitably eloquent manner, that you should be allowed a share of the coins in addition to the obviously valuable lamp in the light of shared interests that doing so would allow you to persecute.
"Gimme lamp and cash for help with water."
Yasmin tilts her head, obviously requiring further persuasion. "Tahira hands out clean water in her free time, but I'm not sure what exactly you're talking about."
"Muh muh," you make excitedly, gesturing towards the loot. "Want the lamp, but with some coins, purification. To put in the city."
"Ah. You're offering to use some of them to enchant something that would purify the water in the poorer districts?" The sandy girl clarifies in precise words, repeating what you just told her.
You nod, of course. She is more or less correct, though your plan is to take a fair amount from the total loot, then pocket as much of it as you can while doing this. Always gotta take your cut, after all.
"Hmm… What do you say, Tahira?"
"Jackie is a good girl." The water-focused magical girl proceeds to pat your head, fluffing up your hair a little in doing so. You shall allow this.
"Sounds like we have a deal, then."
"Yarr! Time to walk the plank, ye black-furred fiend!"
"Chuh! Try me, you soft-shelled crustacean!"
Ignoring the mortal combat going on in the background, you realize there is one more thing to be done. "Also, can I take pics of the scrolls?"
"Good idea," Yasmin nods, smiling as her straw hat flutters a little bit with the motion. "Some of these ancient scroll kinds of deals don't work right when reproduced because there's magic used in writing their contents down correctly, but it can't hurt I reckon."
Tahira pulls at her compatriot's sleeve. "No long sentences. This is hard."
"Right, sorry."
You're already getting busy of course, carefully unrolling those ancient scrolls and snapping pictures of their contents, careful to ensure all the text is properly visible so you can make the most of it.
"Puchuchuchuchuh! Try and fight me now!" Mechanical whirring noises ensue, then sounds like half a dozen drills running hot all at once.
"Yarr, you think power armor will help you now? Those are no knives! This is a knife!"
"So how much stuff will you need for those items you want to make?" You look up at Yasmin, confused by the insinuation that you may be intent on actively using up resources to help complete strangers of your own volition, rather than seeing yourself forced to as part of a deal because others want that kind of thing?
"Muh. Some. How do we want it to look?"
You end up spending most of the following day putting together several enchantments, using simple chunks of iron as a base and going from there. You transform them, pressing them into shape with masses of ice, then stenciling the required runes into their surface using your finely tuned magical abilities.
That is to say, you reshape the ice, then forcefully hammer it into the iron to make it work as intended. The end result are metallic cubes, vaguely shimmering lines visible on their surfaces, designed to do one thing and one thing only.
"Put in water, water is purified," you explain when you thrust your first working prototype into the air, having thrown a silver coin and a couple bronze into it. "Work again after a minute. Just needs a basin or something."
"That's pretty neat." Yasmin takes it from you, eyeing the runes with a critical eye. "Mind if I go test it out with Tata?"
"Muh." You shrug, grabbing the next piece. Time to mass-produce; now that you have the design down, you'll need maybe ten minutes for each of these things, so a dozen or so should be enough to supply a sizeable population with clean drinking water, you reason.
And once you're done being all industrious and stuff, you can go ahead and play with your fancy new smokey lamp and demand cuddles from Tahira. Yup, this sounds like a plan. You make the best plans of all, so it's a very good plan, even, by inherent virtue of being yours.
New Item: Efreet's Lamp: A magical, golden artefact in the shape on an ancient Arabian oil lamp. When injected with 500 mana, accumulatively, it may be used to summon the Efreet caught within, an infernal spirit of fire, chaos and destruction. It can be directed by the lamp's wielder but will refuse to perform actions not connected or leading to combat. In battle, it will use powerful fire magic and physical strikes, growing hotter and stronger the more damage it sustains.
Now that you have a little time (and properly filched some payment for yourself from the group's stash, you aren't about to work for free after all), you take it to think a little about the situation you're in.
Like, the reason for your coming, the whole mysterious sun rituals and apparently recurring villains, has been quieted for the moment; in your hurry to resolve the issue before your adversary got up to any more shenanigans that may actually stand a snowball's chance against you, you resolved the plot in record speed, but what does that say about what happens next?
You've already divvied up the loot, your party successfully completing your quest and all that. Whether looking at it as a mysterious stranger showing up to save the day and become friends with the local magical girls or as a story arc, you've damn well finished what you came for.
… Well, you didn't give your best shot at breeding Yasmin yet, but the opportunity just didn't come up. However, you did so for Tahira, for that hired assassin and for the big bad of this arc herself, so you don't feel you went and neglected your duties in this regard.
Mm… You still get hungry for Chocolate every time you think about Tahira, though. You just want to nibble on her a bunch more.
That said, there is still one thing that bothers you before you can even think about possibly leaving. Brian did mention you have about a day or so left for your pilot to stay around, so you have the time, too; it does seem like it shall be now or never, in the end.
The one you seek out is not chocol- Tahira, however, and instead her much dryer partner. Yasmin is reading a book or something when you find her inside one of the many halls built into her domicile, the fact it's made of her magic allowing her to have as much space as she could want.
"Muh! Mumumuh!"
"What is it, Jackie?" It's still notable how well she speaks English, the words coming to her much easier than for her partner, their pronunciation smooth and easy.
"How'd you make a castle?"
She smiles, dusting her sandy hair a bit. You took a while to notice, but she always seems to have at least some actual sand in it, too. "Well, when we just started out, we didn't really have a place to stay, but my magic was really well-suited towards making shelter in the desert, see? So at first I just piled up a bunch of sand and made it stay in shape, just a big cave made of the desert around us. It wasn't really stable, so I had to remake it every now and then, though."
"Muh," you nod. Then she just started to get progressively better?
"A week in, I was so annoyed I decided I was going to make something more permanent. I figured out how to shape sand properly, then I just got started building, you know? Adding one bit here, a piece there… I only realized some way in that I'd animated it all, but Cuthbert said it was a unique part of my magic. Apparently 'sand' isn't a normal specialization, even though 'stone' is. Kind of discriminatory, when you think about it."
"Muh. Fight for the rights of the sand."
"Exactly! It's basically just ground-down rock anyways. So yeah, I eventually figured out a trick, though… I'm not sure I should tell you." Yasmin smirks, patting your head. You shall allow it. "You're thinking about doing something like this, aren't you?"
"Muh. Maybe," you admit, leaning into her head. "Please?"
"Hmm… Ah, alright." She looks around before clearing her throat, whispering conspiratorially. "You can actually make plumbing and water work really easily if you know how, and electricity is doable with the right wiring. No idea how you would keep ice from melting or being damaged over time, but here's how we did our stuff…"
It turns out to be a worthwhile discussion, in the end.
Packing things up is a little more involved than what unpacking you did when you first arrived to Egypt, given you actually acquired several very nice souvenirs throughout your stay; the miscellaneous gold and other valuables you plundered from that ancient tomb, your fancy new bed lamp you may or may not use for its proper purpose later, that tiger that just kind of ended up following you… Honestly, if you had luggage like a normal person, it would be pretty comical to see a before/after kind of meme about yourself.
Memes truly are the DNA of the soul.
As it is, you just have Tabitha in your arms, Brian stuffed into a pocket and the tiger at your side. It really is incredibly important to have a magical box of holding on hand so as to carry your stuff on you at all times- really, it's everyone else's own fault for not coming as well-prepared as you are.
Before you go, you of course leave a last little something behind. Infiltrating Cairo really quick, you look around for an entrance to the Overcity, finding it in the form of an alleyway- and quickly discarding that one, because you don't know any local songs nor are you willing to do acrobatics to pass through, both of which are a requirement as you discern using your amazing magical sensory powers.
The one you finally end up taking is a lot easier, 'merely' demanding that you shuffle sideways around a particular street lamp twice in order to make the transition.
The local Sprawl, as you've heard it called, is, well, an Egyptian city, you suppose, with modern architecture clashing, sometimes randomly, with ancient sandstone and much, much simpler housing mixed in here and there, little sprinkles of antiquity somehow still remaining on this side of things. You don't exactly look around, though, as you're only briefly here to drop a little something- a hastily made runed stone, meant only to be trackable with an equally hastily, cobbled together locator armband modeled after your previous work.
This enchantment you're using, as before, doesn't actually work across dimensions, but with any luck you will be able to find your way through the Overcity back to Cairo using this thing as your guide. Egypt hasn't seen the last of you pulling an Englishman and stealing culturally important artefacts, magical or otherwise, oh no!
It's pretty much guaranteed you'll be back at some point. May as well make it easier to move back and forth, with any luck; there has to be a route that lets you move across continents in a relatively short amount of time, you think, that's how the Overcity works, concepts such as space or direction irrelevant to a point before its eternal urban gentrification. It's just a matter of finding the right way.
Also with you are a few seeds of pretty desert plants you decided to pick up, just because they looked interesting, and a picture of yourself, Tahira and Yasmin, the three of you fitting before the lens thanks to the two of them holding you up while you snapped it with your phone.
Can't not take a group picture to commemorate your trip. That is simply not how such things are done.
You said goodbye to them before you made for the landing strip you know your way back will be waiting, of course, earning yourself assurances that you're welcome to stay with them any time you're in Egypt or, well, anywhere in North Africa in general; you get the impression Tahira really wants to keep you around, though even Yasmin seems sad to see you gone.
You being in their lives is, naturally, the highlight thereof, so it is only natural to see them react like this to your looming absence. Why, without your protagonistic presence, they may well stop existing entirely until and unless you come to grace them with the shine of your existence once more.
The world direly requires you to take it over and make it relevant at large. You do not want to dominate the whole world because you're needlessly greedy or megalomaniac, no! You merely, humbly, wish to ensure it does not slide off into the abyss of becoming narratively unimportant. You're trying to save the world, in fact! It is a selfless, self-sacrificing labor of love!
Or it would be, if you felt like putting in all of that effort. One step at a time, for now.
"There you are. I almost thought you were going to no-show," the pilot greets you as you approach, eyeing your feline servants. "I wasn't going to make a fuss about the cat, but a tiger…?"
"'s fine. He's a good boy," you explain to him. He is obviously a slow child, but you don't mind; a slow child than can pilot is a pilot all the same. "We ready?"
"If you mean for takeoff, heck yeah we are. The sun isn't exactly helping my skin stay cancer-free and I've never been a great fan of the heat, so the sooner we get started the better. There may be some turbulence on our flight route, though."
"Muh, fine," you shrug, largely unconcerned. "Trust you to do your job."
"And isn't that heartenin' to hear. The creppy doll thing not with you this time?"
"Chuuh," Brian makes from inside of your pocket.
"Nevermind. Let's just get this circus up in the air already."
Of course. You should have foreseen it. Not like it wasn't foreshadowed, when you think back on it; you would have wished your return to New Generica City would go smoothly and easily, or as smooth and easy as anything can go inside a rattling, decades-old airplane, but it seems such conveniences are not allotted to you.
You really, really should have known better. Of course the pilot's warning would come back to haunt you- you are the protagonist, anything that can go wrong, will, simply to put stumbling stones into your path for you to deal with. Because the universe is a crap GM that always and forever defaults to making things harder for the people that really matter, such as you, yourself and your royal Jackieness.
It may come as a surprise for some to learn that you, the almighty God-Emperorness of Jackiekind, First and Last of Her Name, Queen of All She Beholds and Singular Supreme Existence Upon This Plane And All Others, have some weaknesses. They are minor, insignificant, barely worth mentioning, but alas, your innumerable enemies seek tirelessly to undermine your fated ascension to your rightful place in the multiverse.
In short, you may, at times, under extreme conditions, get some motion sickness. And when you do, your old fear of heights, held at bay by the knowledge you can just conjure stable footing made of ice at any time, returns in some measure.
Neither of these, notably minor and irrelevant, issues are a big deal, usually. There are, however, exceptions. Exceptions such as the plane you're riding being shaken back and forth by the storm you're managing to catch with protagonistic proficiency.
"You alright back there? I've seen motion sickness, but you're on another level, girlie." You reign supreme in all aspects! "Most people need way worse than this to get so green 'round the gills."
"Muh…" L-lies! Lies and slander! Off with his head! The queen of all that is demands it!
… As soon as she can shake off this terrible vertigo and regain her ability to speak in full sentences.
"Chuuh, should really recalibrate… How's the horizon looking?"
"Yeah, about that…" You do not like the pilot's tone. "Looking pretty dark ahead. I really don't want to tangle with what's brewing out there, but a detour might just leave us tight on fuel. On the other hand, we could land somewhere nearby and wait it out, but we're still in the middle of the Mediterranean- considerable delay on our timetable, is what I'm saying."
"M… Muh…" This is so much worse than any kind of rollercoaster- you miss standing on your own two feet and controlling the ice platform they're on with your own infinite cosmic powers. At least then you had proper control of what was going on…!