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In the end, Sierra elects not to take selfies of herself.
This is because she spent so long dithering and staring at her (cute, so cute~!) reflection in the mirror that she was almost late to her own stream.
In the end, she decided to defer this decision for later. Well, it can't be helped. A decision like that, something that can expose the most shameful (wonderful) part of Sierra's life? That's something that requires careful thought from Sierra! Yes, she'll have to think about leaving physical evidence anybody could pick up later.
… Maybe after staring at her reflection some more. After posing, mouthing words, and watching the pretty (pretty!) girl's cute pink lips move, after taking in the way the pleats of Sierra's dress fall across her body just so…
… Maybe after applying some perfume too, so Sierra can be surrounded by girly cents that smell as dainty as she looks…
But for now, Sierra's in the process of starting her stream. After all, Lady Isolde always hosts her court at scheduled times, and Lady Isolde is a classy lady. Lady Isolde's image as the most elegant princess who maintains strict punctuality must be maintained.
And so, Sierra adjusts her haptic gloves a little more tightly around her hands, the electronic wire inlay cleverly hidden beneath the ballroom gloves Sierra made for herself. She adjusts the synaptic harness tucked away beneath the ribbons of her frilled dress, securing the datalink perched onto the back of her neck that feeds the input from all of this tracking equipment into her computer so her animated avatar can move exactly how she does. Perfectly.
With all of those tasks out of the way, Sierra turns on Lady Isolde's court music…
Ah. Classical music. Nice, calm, relaxing. Sierra, no, Lady Isolde can feel her stress ebbing by the second just listening to her collection of serene adagios. Her eyes flick over to her second monitor now, where her Magiket.tv chat is displayed. Messages scroll by at breakneck speed as Lady Isolde quietly coughs, then switches on her webcam.
"Good evening, ladies. Gentlemen. Non-binary individuals. I, Lady Isolde, do hereby decree that my court is in session," Lady Isolde punctuates this statement by reaching for the bottle of wine by her side and pouring its rich, red contents into the glass by her side, her movements perfectly replicated by her cute animated avatar.
Even the bottle and the glass are rendered as background elements.
Lady Isolde's chat explodes into a flurry of activity. She smiles slightly as she watches a torrent of emojis and general well-wishes scroll across her second monitor.
"Yes, yes, I have been doing well. I thank you all for your consideration, and I hope you all, too, have been doing well in these trying times," Lady Isolde smiles gently… Then winces as she sees several boxes flash across the screen. Generous credit donations from her viewers before she's even started her stream properly… "Now, now. As you all know, I only read messages from my dear court towards the end of a session; there's no need for that. Speaking of today's session, I do hope you all enjoy it. I know I certainly will, because today we're going to be playing one of my favorite games~!"
Lady Isolde tabs over to the game in question, then claps her hands together gleefully as the title sequence plays. The cutesy, animated, ridiculously flashy title sequence depicting several animated sprites flashing through elaborate transformation sequences as they change from civilian clothes into flashy, elegant costumes.
Magical Girl Raising Project – Hope Descends, the title ends up reading.
"Yes, my dear court, today we're going to be creating a Magical Girl of our own!" Lady Isolde doesn't squeal with glee. She's too refined for that. But her excitement? Well, that's noticeable. It's certainly something her chat's picked up on as well.
It can't be helped though; Magical Girls are the one subject Lady Isolde gets truly giddy over. Enough to break her composed, elegant facade. Magical Girls are all just so… Cute! And pretty! And everything Lady Isolde truly aspires to be in her current persona! And everything the rest of the world isn't.
Lady Isolde's so engrossed in her stream, so engrossed in monitoring her chat and making elegant, refined commentary that she doesn't notice her door quietly opening and closing behind her. Nor the quiet footsteps that follow as the invisible Magical Girl who'd been stalking her for the past few hours tiptoes downstairs…
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"And there. Our build is completed!" Lady Isolde finishes, scrolling over to the final page of the character creation screen. "Let me just go through the details one more time – Our character is named… Hinata Saguchi. She's based out of Terminus City. For her powers, she wields the holiest of light, which lets her -"
There's a muted knock on the door then, and Lady Isolde twitches.
"One moment, please pardon the interruption," she says, calmly switching off her webcam and microphone. Not to worry, this has happened before. Lady Isolde's mother does this from time to time. With a practiced hand, the noble princess deactivates her room's sound dampeners. Then inhales, and… As much as it pains her to do it, she breaks character.
"Mom, what do you want?!" Sierra hollers at the top of her lungs, not even bothering to hide how irritated she is. Of all the things, to be interrupted like this…!
"Someone's here to meet you, dear," Julia Kennedy calls out through the door.
"Well they can fuck off; I'm busy!" Sierra snaps back.
"It's urgent, dear. Can't you just open the door and come downstairs? I made tea for the two of you," Sierra's mother insists.
That… Actually gets Sierra to raise her eyebrows. Typically her mom's content enough to leave things at that. That's the understanding Sierra has with her mother, that she's not to be disturbed unless it's something serious. So if Sierra's mom is pushing for Sierra to get out of her room now, well. That doesn't bode well. It sounds like the kind of thing Sierra actually has to address.
What, does Clyde want money again? Or Jacobson? Or any of the assholes Sierra's told to fuck off who won't stop sniffing around her mother…?
"… Fine, whatever, just give me a few minutes; I've got shit to do!"
"Alright sweetie, but hurry on downstairs, okay?" Sierra hears her mother's footsteps fade away into the background as she descends down the stairs. Probably to busy herself in the kitchen making snacks or something. Whatever. Sierra turns her mic and webcam back on, settles back in her chair, and clears her throat.
"My apologies for the interruption. I think I'll have to suspend court briefly. Don't be alarmed; I'll be back. I just have a quick errand to take care of first."
Sierra switches off her webcam again, shucking off her haptic gloves and datalink. She grimaces as she looks down at her dress, smoothing over the delicately-stitched fabric with her bare fingers. Sierra's streaming outfit is a pain to put on, and it'll be even worse to take off. And if she does, well, Sierra will have to put it back on again.
Well, she won't have to, strictly speaking, but she likes being in this outfit. She likes feeling pretty, she likes putting on noble airs, she likes…
… Sierra ends up wrapping a blanket around her shoulders like it's an oversized cloak. This should be fine. Her mom's seen her doing weirder things in the past. And it'll only be for a few minutes anyways. Sierra shuffles over to her door, unlatches the locks, angrily flings it open-
"Hey, hey~!" Sierra hears a peppy, upbeat voice chirp out.
And that's about when Sierra's brain melts because standing in front of Sierra is… A very, very familiar-looking girl.
The Magical Girl Shining Heart beams at Sierra, dressed in her pure white costume. The pink-haired paragon of girlish innocence Sierra so admires. The obscure, mysterious Magical Girl Sierra's got a poster of, in the flesh right down to her perfectly-sculpted features, the rustling of her skirt as she bounces on the balls of her feet, and the slight heave of her soft, bouncy chest as she breathes in and out.
Sierra's jaw drops.
So much so she doesn't notice just how strained Shining Heart's smile is...
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You are Alice Takanashi. The Magical Girl known as Void Heart, not Shining Heart. And...
Okay, you'll admit it. The only reason you're not screaming more on the inside is because you've done it so much your mental voice has gone hoarse. Because you truly…
… Hate's too strong a word for what you're feeling. You don't truly hate being back in your old outfit.
You're just super uncomfortable donning your old costume. Your old identity as… As Shining Heart. An identity you'd prefer to consign to the dustbin of history because Shining Heart is your old shame.
Your old trauma.
Sure, Shining Heart is cute. You're super cute in this costume! Girly, innocent. An exemplar of excellence who worked day and night alongside the megacorps to bring hope and joy to the masses of Terminus City. Fighting monsters by day, running ad campaigns and PR blitzes by night…
Working for the betterment of the worthless masses. The useless bags of meat that infest the planet. Working for corporate masters who only cared about how valuable Shining Heart was to their profit margins. Every aspect of Shining Heart's image, every iota of time in her schedule, all of it carefully crafted to drive up merchandising sales and generate goodwill.
Because Shining Heart had the misfortune to Pact at the beginning of the Magical Girl boom, a time when the megacorps got too big for their britches and tried to make slaves out of Magical Girls. Shining Heart was a slave, in truth, who had to sit through worthless meetings where the garbage meat sacks kept yammering on about how her figures weren't high enough, and how she needed to be working harder, and how she wasn't allowed to feel sad or expose too much skin instead of doing her job and being there to save the person she loved when-
Well.
There is one accomplishment Shining Heart's got to her name. The one time you accomplished something meaningful as Shining Heart. It was, of course, when you slaughtered all of the corporate scum who'd enslaved you on the day you snapped. Oh, how their blood ran red around your talons. How you crunched brittle bone, and carved through stinking corpo-piggy flesh. You'd never felt so alive until that moment…
… Whew! You're thinking about heavy things again. This is why you don't like to transform into your old raiment! Not only is it harder because you're trying to force your magic to express itself in the way you used to be and not the way you are right now, but it's just bringing up all sorts of uncomfortable memories!
You're getting all maudlin again just looking at yourself!
You bite your lip as you stare into the teacup Crimson Champion's mother poured for you. Your distorted reflection stares back, mirrored on the dark surface of the tea within. Cute, lovely, and innocent…
… Wow, you look really cute and fuckable even like this. Sure it's the polar opposite of your new raiment. But instead of looking like the kind of girl who's out to defile other girls, you look exactly like the kind of girl who needs to be defiled.
It certainly helps that you've grown a lot since your corporate days in all the ways that matter. Your old costume doesn't fit quite like it used to when you were skinnier and in poorer health because you literally didn't have the time to sit down and eat properly. Your boobs, your butt, the padding around your thighs, stomach, and hips?
You're a lot curvier now. And your old raiment hasn't been updated to fit your new proportions.
This means that your old, 'innocent' costume is pretty indecent on you now. Not because it's exposing too much skin, but because it's pretty tight on you. The short white feathered skirt's too short now because the fabric's covering wider hips and a larger, plumper ass. This means that the creamy expanse of your thick thighs is exposed to the air. The fabric of your lacy, ribboned top? Well, that's stretched a little too far across your larger bust, which is doing interesting things to your breasts. Squeezing them together and accentuating the valley of your cleavage just so…
You smirk as you watch Crimson Champion's eyes dart to your chest. Your fellow pinkette twitches, wrapping her blanket more tightly around her body as she ogles your body.
Hee. Does someone like what they see~?
You decide to flaunt yourself then, reclining into your seat. Crimson Champion flinches as you recline, raising your arms above your head as you stretch in a luxurious, almost feline motion. The movement causes your boobs to jiggle, swaying from side to side beneath your outfit in a fairly hypnotic motion.
A motion that catches Crimson Champion's attention. The poor girl blushes, quickly averting her eyes once she realizes you saw her looking at your titties.
Not that you mind~!
It's gratifying to know that even in your old cursed identity, you're still able to get cute girls to react like this with some teasing.
And gosh, Crimson Champion – Sierra, you got her name off of her mom – Is cute~!
You had mixed feelings about her before to be honest. Frankly, you weren't really concerning yourself with her. You'd kind of written her off after you saw her as just a bad-tempered punk. In your eyes, this made her something of a snooze-fest compared to the more interesting Magical Girls in this city. You certainly had fun corrupting dear Kisha and Sveta. And Naomi! Why, Naomi's your own maso-turbo-slut of a worshipful pet.
She needs to dial down on the whole religion thing, but still~! You had fun breaking her in, messing with her mind and her morals, giving her advice, and leading her down the flowery path to darkness and depravity.
You didn't think you'd be able to have that kind of fun with Sierra just by looking at her. The only reason you even bothered to concern yourself with Sierra is because you just wanted to complete the set of junior Magical Girls you've been collecting.
But now?
After seeing how cute she is? How earnestly she wants to be dainty and girly, and all the things the persona she puts on in public isn't? Gosh, even the way she's wrapping that blanket around her shoulders to try and conceal her gorgeous dress? (She's failing miserably, there are gaps in the blanket's coverage, but you sure aren't going to tell Sierra that.)
You'll admit it. You genuinely want Sierra all to yourself now. For entertainment, if nothing else~!
"W – Who the hell are you, and what do you want?!" Sierra demands irately. Ah, there it is. You can pinpoint the exact moment Sierra's disbelief and shock faded away to be replaced by impulsive anger. Hmm. Her vulgarity's honestly a little uncute, but that can't be helped; she's putting on this ridiculous punk persona instead of really embracing who she wants to be deep down.
Honestly! It's a good thing you're here to break her of her ridiculous notions! What kind of cute girl wants to hide the fact that they're cute?!
"I'm the Magical Girl formerly known as Shining Heart~!" You cheerfully reintroduce yourself, then offer Sierra a handshake. "Nice to meet you-"
Sierra smacks your hand away! How rude! Then, then she leans across the table threateningly. "Why are you here?! In my house?! Why the fuck did my mom let you in, are you even a Magical Girl-"
You roll your eyes now, and flick your fingers absently. Pink sparks of magic pop out from your fingertips. Warm motes of light, gently falling to the bare floorboards like cherry blossom petals drifting on the breeze. Just like the old party tricks you had to perform like the useless, photogenic prop you were, the one who got paraded around everywhere…
Sierra's jaw clicks shut as she watches your display of magic. Confusion wars with impulsive rage. You can see it in her eyes, in the way her hand twitches to her phone. Yeah, you expected this much. A girl like this who puts on an aggressive, violent exterior to the world to cope with some of the harsh reality in the world?
She's not going to start falling all over herself to fawn over you, even if you did show up in the form of one of her idols. This is, actually, the kind of thing that'd make her suspicious and start asking questions and maybe calling one of her seniors to figure out who the heck you are.
And you can't have any of that. It'd be pretty bad if Sierra talked to, say, Steele. Because Steele happens to be the MGA liason in Terminus City. And if Steele talked to other members of the MGA, if she got the MGA to cough up the details on who you are? Well! Shining Heart's still wanted by the MGA for mass murder and other nefarious ill-doings! So you can't have that!
Which is why your plan wasn't really to show up like this. You weren't ever holding out hope you'd manage to work your way into Sierra's good graces like this.
No, your real plan was to use your current appearance as a distraction so you could hypnotize the dickens out of Sierra, taking advantage of her newly-frazzled mental state. Because hypnosis, mental magic? That works a lot better when your target's distracted. When their mind's all awhirl, and they can't keep track of their own thoughts.
It's hypnosis that you turn to now as Sierra pulls out her phone.
"I think there's no need for that, don't you?" You ask gently. Your voice thrums, resonating with layered compulsion after compulsion. Your eyes flash pink, eddies of glowing essence swirling within your irises. The spicy, rose-scent of your natural perfume intensifies as your pheromones go into overdrive.
The effect's immediate. Sierra's movements slow, then stop. Her eyes jitter about as her entire body freezes, muscles locking up, joints seizing. You compelled this girl to stop, and so she has. All she can do is stare down at her frozen hand like it's just betrayed her.
Which it has.
Ah, young Magical Girls. So deficient in the mental arts, lacking in experience as they are. Poor Sierra just doesn't have the provenance to counteract your hypnosis, your compulsions. Such a shame. She's just a delicate flower you're about to pluck from its stem now…
… Although there might be something in the idea of keeping Sierra relatively pure. What was it you were thinking earlier about your outfit? About looking like the type of girl who needs to be defiled instead of the type of girl who does the defiling? Sierra certainly looks like that in her current outfit, doesn't she?
There's a thought. Who's to say you only have to pluck this flower once? Why not relive the fun of breaking this pure princess in, painstakingly putting her back together after every time you break her, so she remains girly and innocent? So you can delight in making her squirm over and over, each time you take her 'innocence' a novel experience-
You cough now, realizing you're getting side-tracked. Just a bit. Sierra stares miserably up at you as you meet her eyes. Eyes darting about with fear now. Poor dear, she can't even move her mouth to talk. That's been locked up too.
Perhaps something a bit sweeter now to offset the bitter feeling of having your body turned against you. There's no reason her descent into darkness needs to be truly awful, after all…
You uncross your legs in a lazy, languid motion and strut around the table to sit by Sierra's side on her end of the couch. Gently, you reach up and unwrap the stifling blanket from around this cute girl's shoulders so you can behold her in all of her princess-like glory.
Goodness, she looks like a beautiful fair maiden in this outfit~! An innocent lamb, practically begging to be despoiled. And the outfit itself is gorgeous. Hand-stitched, custom-tailored… Did Sierra make this outfit herself? She must have!
Sierra's throat bobs as she involuntarily swallows. You watch, tilting your head like a snake's as you study this girl's features, drinking her form in. Sierra lets out a guttural, tiny whimper as you reach up to cup her chin, tilting her head up slightly so you can gaze into her eyes.
Hmm~! She's got nice eyes! A lovely clear shade of iridescent gray! And Sierra's eyes might be clouded with fear, but that's a spark of defiance buried deep within! She's trying to stay calm and not let her fear get the best of her!
Hee. You like her better and better!
… What would it be like to watch those lovely eyes cloud over with lust, though? Time to find out!
You squish yourself against Sierra's shoulder, pressing your soft bust against her slender form. Your hot breath wafts across the side of Sierra's face, tickling the delicate shell of her ear as you make to whisper in her ear.
"I'm really sorry about this," you apologize sincerely. "But I'd really prefer it if you didn't call anybody. I know, I know. You're scared. And I'm sorry about that, too. But it'll all be okay soon. You don't have to be scared of me~!"
As you pull away from Sierra to study her face, you can see that she's even more confused. That wide-eyed innocent perplexity on her pretty face is just all kinds of adorable~!
"After all, you know exactly who I am, don't you?" You titter. "Gosh, pretending not to know me – You've got a poster of me up in your room!"
That revelation gets Sierra to twitch. Her actions are muted because of the compulsions preventing her from moving her muscles, but she still squirms against you, her shoulders juddering slightly. That's how embarrassingly mortified she must be right now. Ah, even her panic is just so cute…
And she's blushing now! A light pink hue colors her cheeks. Ah, that's cute as well! Horror, confusion, shame… You can practically taste the emotions she's got to be feeling~!
You laugh. Light laughter, not mocking laughter. An airy, delicate noise that sounds more like the tinkling of bells. "Oh, no, don't react like that… I'm actually flattered. I wasn't expecting to still have fans after all this time. Especially cute, girly fans like you are-"
Ah, that provocation's enough to get Sierra to talk. The magical thread supporting one of the compulsions you've layered on Sierra snaps as the girl musters up enough willpower to break through it.
"I'm not girly!" Sierra blurts out, taking you a bit by surprise.
Hmm, that's impressive. Why, if she had a little more experience, this might now work nearly as well as it has so far!
It's too bad for Sierra; you've already got her right where you want her.
"You're not girly? Really? Then what do you call all of this?" You ask, motioning to Sierra's dress. To the lovely hair ornament she has in her hair. The way she's styled her make-up, the delicate pastel hues of her lipstick and nail polish.
Everything about Sierra right now screams that she desperately yearns to be delicate and cute.
"…" Sierra's mouth clicks shut, her blush intensifying. She's well and truly flustered right now. It doesn't help that she's breathing in your pheromones, that with every second she looks into your hypnotic gaze, she falls even further under your sway…
You reach down now to hold this cute girl's hands in a consoling gesture like any good idol would do to her cutest fan~!
"You don't have to be ashamed; I meant that as a compliment. I know exactly difficult it is to look that pretty and cute! It's a challenge! But you, well, you're pulling it off effortlessly." You affect a warm, approving smile now. "Good job!"
"… I… You…" Sierra seems lost for words. Dumbfounded. It's to be expected. She's not running on 100% processing power right now. You've fairly blitzed past her defenses with your charm, random tangents, and the essence you've been soaking into Sierra's body throughout this entire conversation. Her mind's fairly scrambled right now. "… Is this a dream? Am I going insane? How are you… What…"
"Oh, Sierra…" You sigh out, squeezing Sierra's hands between your own. Then you bring her hands up to your chest, placing them right in between your soft, warm breasts. The fabric of your raiment rustles as you touch Sierra's slim fingers to your breastbone so she can feel your heartbeat. Sierra's face goes crimson from the sheer intimacy of this action. "Sierra. Can I call you Sierra? Will you allow this?"
It really is a good thing you'd charmed the socks off of Sierra's delicious mommy and pumped her for a bit of info before pulling this off. This whole thing would be much less effective without that personal touch~!
"What? I don't…" Sierra mumbles in a daze.
"Would it help you if you were dreaming? Would it make it easier for you to accept what's about to happen to you?" You ask sincerely.
"… What are you going to do to me?" Sierra whimpers, her consciousness flickering in and out of reality. She blinks rapidly, her long eyelashes fluttering about as she tries to push down the urge to slip into a suggestible trance-like state...
"Oh, not much. I'm just going to get you to express your heart's desire," You lean in again to whisper in Sierra's ear. "If it helps, if the reality of this is just too much for you? You can think of me like… Your fairy godmother. Your guardian angel who's here to fulfill your. Deepest. Wish. Or maybe I'm just a delusion of your idol made manifest? Does it truly matter? You and I both know what you want. You don't want to be seen as some punk, do you? You don't enjoy your life as it is. I get it; it's a result of your upbringing. I can see it in your eyes, in how small your apartment is, in the fact that you still have to live with your mother to make ends meet."
"… How do you know these things…?" Sierra breathes out.
"Does it matter how I know these things?" You reply. "How I know that it's been very hard for you? Because you didn't have cute dresses and elaborate outfits like the one you wore when you were growing up, didn't you? You were forced to act tough and violent to survive in this cruel world that doesn't care one whit about you, weren't you?"
"…" Sierra's fingers spasm against your own. With most of her muscles frozen up, well, she's just helpless against the onslaught of sweet, sinful words pouring into her ears. Helpless against the desire you're coaxing from deep within her being. "… It's not… I don't…"
"Don't deny it, dear. I understand. We all desire what we think we can't have. And you, darling girl, want to be girly and cute because you weren't able to be that way when you were younger. And, of course, you look up to me because in your eyes, this lovely outfit I've got on? My angelic appearance? Why to your eyes, I must seem like the epitome of girly. Cuteness," you coo, leaning in closer and closer.
So close that your hot breath begins to tickle Sierra's cheeks, blowing strands of her long pink hair away from her face. Her innocent gray eyes blink up at you, well and truly transfixed by the attention you're lavishing on her.
"Would it be so terrible, then, to embrace that cuteness? To embrace… Me?" You bat your eyelashes suggestively, purring into Sierra's ear.
The girl looks like she's completely out of it now. Well, she's been out of it for a while. If she were in her right state of mind, if you hadn't been layering her mind with mental magic so heavily? Why, you don't think she'd have ever tolerated your advances. But as it stands? This cute girl's in a suggestible state of mind now. Open to your every whim and fancy.
"But I don't like girls like that…" Sierra winds up mumbling faintly.
… Wait. What?
What?!
You frown. Where the heck did that come from? You were building up to something else; why is she suddenly talking about some heretical nonsense like girls not liking other girls-
Oh. You get it now. The whole 'embrace me' thing. You were thinking of something else when you said that but Sierra must have interpreted your words differently...
Ah, you see what's happening. Repression even now, huh? This poor girl's compartmentalized one segment of her life so heavily from every other segment; even now, she's still trying to compartmentalize. She's still trying to cling onto a portion of her identity she thinks she needs to cling onto. And she's gone so far as to deny her own sexuality!
Because you see the truth about Sierra's wants and desires. You can see the cute way she's reacting when you press yourself against her; you can practically smell the arousal beginning to waft off of Sierra. Sierra absolutely likes other girls. She wouldn't be reacting as cutely as she is right now if she wasn't actually attracted to you.
Why, even now you can see her eyes darting down to your cleavage.
… Still. This is something you refuse to let stand. A cute girl in denial she likes other cute girls? A cute girl who's actively trying to repress her cuteness through this ridiculous compartmentalization?
Hmm, no, that's something you'll have to break her from. The only question now is… How to go about doing that…?
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Crimson Champion/Sierra Kennedy's corruption: 45/50 (Stage 1)
Essence: 51/170, 55 Regen