It doesn't take too long to kick your adorable pets into gear. Not long at all to give them their marching orders and send them out into the world. Also, if you're reading this and it isn't invisitext, the person who posted this scraped it without my permission.
Naomi'll volunteer to be the first of your darling Mia's test subjects, of course, and that's a prospect that excites you just thinking about it. Ooh, the possibility for kinky threesomes…! To say nothing about how the addition of a third party might help you let out some of Mia's darker, depraved desires. It's not immoral or illegal to slake your lusts on a willing, needy, consenting slut after all, isn't it?
And, of course, there's the possibility of customizing your masochistic toy some more. You've gotten Kaina started on the ideas and wondrous potential of biomancy when it's applied to make cute girls even cuter, you're dying to see what an intellect like Mia's will unleash upon the fleshy canvas you'd so eagerly drop in her lap…
A bit of drool escapes from your lips, and you casually wipe it away. Hmm, moist. As moist as your panties are getting right now~!
Hee.
The city spreads out beneath you as you hover, flapping your wings, scanning the dark buildings below you with your senses. If you close your eyes and concentrate…
Well, no. You can't concentrate right now, you're thinking about how you've ordered your cute dolly Sierra to start streaming again in her persona as Lady Isolde. Such an elegant little lady, hidden away for so long beneath her silly tomboyish facade. Not that you have anything against tomboys, of course, but girls aren't cute when they're pretending to be something they aren't, and Sierra?
Sierra's a girly-girl if you've ever laid eyes on one. She's certainly been domesticated to your liking. Your princess doll, who'll entertain the masses and slowly brainwash them to your liking through subliminal messaging laced within her streams. It's a little irritating that you'll have to keep her streams safe for work, with no raunchy material, but sometimes being discreet can pay dividends.
You sniff now, scenting the air like a hound. The familiar, foul odors of the city waft into your nostrils and you cough and gag, but underneath all of that…
Girl. Cute girl. Cute Magical Girl. That smell, that wonderful smell, ooh you'd sniff out a cute Magical Girl a mile away in the dead of the night. You sniff again, breathing in deeply of that foreign, magical scent, closing your eyes in order to feel out the area below you…
… And you find yourself detecting three faint sparks, three little flickering lights. Dim, concealed, but unmistakable to a connoisseur of all fine, delectable things like yourself. Magical Girls.
No, not Magical Girls.
Dark Magical Girls. Pure Magical Girls don't have that faint, cloying odor to them. That sickly-sweet smell of sin and vice.
Hee. Found you~!
The leathery bat-like wings behind your back flap silently as you pivot forwards, pitching into a dive towards the bland corporate hotel where these naughty, naughty Magical Girls are holed up, thinking they're safe. Thinking that you didn't have eyes on the city watching, waiting for meddling fools to come in and interfere in matters they shouldn't be interfering with.
You've been tasking your maids, for months, to watch and wait for any signs that something like this would happen. Lupe's had them scouring airline arrivals, keeping an eye on the dockyards, on traffic cameras littered around Terminus City's highways. Because if there's one thing you hate, it's a meddler, and not just a bad do-gooder Magical Girl, oh no no.
No, the type of meddler you truly despise is a Dark Magical Girl who's gotten too big for her britches, who's muscling in on the things that are yours.
And wouldn't you know it, not even a day after that horrid little tiff with Subject 001, with Mendesdyn Security? One of your maids reported that a private jet owned by Mendesdyn Security landed, carrying nothing but its crew and three passengers. All women, all in their civilian guise, seemingly normal...
… Up until the CEO of Mendesdyn Security herself went to go visit them, to welcome them personally to the city.
That's around when you started smelling a rat.
Of course, something as dire as this requires your own, personal attention. Frankly, you can't rely on your maids to do the heavy lifting in this case, because they're just too human. No magical firepower, no essence, no lasers or hypnosis or stealth or biomancy. And of course you can't get your magical minions to handle something this delicate. What if the poor dears get hurt? And besides, they have a whole city to clean up!
No, this is easier. Better in its own way. Something this sensitive deserves your personal attention, even if your time is limited these days.
And so you find yourself perching on a stone fixture, right next to the window. A bit of biomancy here, some augments to let you pick up vibrations through touch there…
Hmm. Sight would be nice too, just so you know who you're dealing with. You hum, concentrating for a moment, and the shell of your fingernail cracks open like a popped blister. A squirming, writhing tendril snakes its way out from the gore, tipped with a glistening compound eye, like a fly's. The bizarre tentacle squelches as it cleans to the stonework of the building, as you surreptitiously snake it towards the window...
"… Don't see what the big deal is," you hear one of the Dark Magical Girls say as you close your eyes and your vision cuts out, to be replaced by the feed you're receiving from your, ah, bio-cam. A twitch of your fingers lets the camera-tentacle pan about the room, letting you observe its occupants.
There are… Three of them. A red-head in military garb, polishing the disparate parts of her rifle. A delicate-looking albino leaning against a spear, staring vacantly at a blank wall. And then there's one last girl whose appearance honestly kind of irks you.
Mostly because she's definitely copying your aesthetic with her outfit and those horns. Your eyebrow twitches as this slutty succubus wannabe poses flamboyantly, swaying her hips in an ungainly, awkward motion. Gosh, is that supposed to be seductive? What a poser. It's like watching a child playing dress-up. As a mistress of seduction, this is just embarrassing to even watch. And look at the way she's pressing her arms up against her chest to emphasize her breasts.
So unnecessary. Who the heck is she even showing off to right now? It certainly can't be her team, the other girls in the room are pointedly ignoring this idiotic bimbo. And now she's posing again – Sheesh! Who in their right mind poses like that without a willing audience to cater to?! What the heck's this girl's major malfunction? That's no way for a sensual sexy succubus to act.
"Oh shut up, Bitter Blossom-"
"That's Bitter Blossom of Darkness and Night to you, peasant," Bitter Blossom sneers, and your other eyebrow twitches because uh.
Wow. Wow, that's cringe. Seriously? What an annoying try-hard. You hate everything about this girl now and you haven't heard her say more than two flipping sentences. She's that uncute.
"Fuck off," the redhead grunts, before going back to polishing her gun. "Please shut up already."
"I will not. It is an injustice and a travesty that has been visited upon us," Bitter Blossom declares with an upturned nose and a snobby, sneering expression that makes you want to punch her face in. "How dare these corporate fools keep us cooped up in these dingy rooms without caviar, or servants to wait upon us, or-"
"…" The other two Magical Girls in the hotel room roll their eyes as Bitter Blossom continues to complain vociferously about everything from how the blankets aren't the right brand, to how the mattresses aren't soft enough, to how they clearly aren't using real feathers in the pillows.
"And worst of all, I can't even go out to relieve my stress-"
"Are you seriously complaining you can't go out to torture and kill some muggles right now?" The redhead asks.
"Yes, why shouldn't I, Vanguard Sentinel? Who really cares if chaff goes missing, if some worthless peasants turn up eviscerated?" Bitter Blossom licks her lips and you cringe at just how sloppy her face is. Eugh, that's not sexy at all. "There are so many of the meatbags in this city, so many fragile balloons of flesh and blood I can boil and burst to impress my glory and magnificence across the minds of these feeble, fragile creatures-"
… Is that how you sound when you talk about the garbage people? You're seriously hoping that's not how you sound right now, because this girl's just kooky. And creepy. In all the wrong, bad ways. You don't particularly mind a little bit of murder here and there to get your blood pumping, but what she's talking about is just utterly insane.
And mostly pointless. Like, why even kill that many people for no reason? That's so unnecessary. And gratuitous.
… Look at what you're thinking right now! This Bitter Blossom girl's being so disgusting she's actually causing you to do some introspection! Gosh, you hate her even more for forcing you to do that, morality debates are icky.
"Our targets would care," Vanguard Sentinel points out sensibly, to which Bitter Blossom scoffs and waves a dismissive hand.
"As if they'd notice more peasants turning up dead. Look at the way the city is now, the meatbags are certainly doing a good enough job killing one another. And where are this city's 'stalwart protectors' now?" Bitter Blossom asks, air-quoting her last few words. "Missing in action. Cowards who're hiding from the consequences of their own actions and their own ineptitude-"
Vanguard Sentinel sighs and rolls her eyes again. "God I regret taking this contract so much…" She mutters inaudibly.
"What was that, peasant?" Bitter Blossom demands.
"Nothing, nothing. Just thought you'd have gotten your kicks already after what you did to that flight attendant on our way here."
Bitter Blossom laughs. It's a high-pitched nasally noise that makes your eardrums itch – and you're not even listening to it with your ears! You're picking these noises up from the vibrations through the wall. Eugh. "Oh please, I just maimed her slightly because she had the temerity to act like she was such a pretty, pretty girl. What's a little light scarring to make sure the help knows their place?"
"… You tore half of her face off," the third Magical Girl in the room quietly interjects, shifting away from where she was staring at a blank wall.
"And I'd do it again if I had to. I'd have thought you'd appreciate the value of knowing when it's appropriate to shed blood, Sanguine Descent-"
"That was not appropriate," Sanguine Descent mutters, and you can't help but agree with her.
"It was appropriate because it also served as an avenue to express my displeasure. Why must we remain in hiding, like sheep? We deserve better than this-"
"Better than luxurious hotel rooms and getting paid millions of credits to sit on our asses and do nothing?" Vanguard Sentinel snorts, and Bitter Blossom sneers.
"Of course a simpleton like you wouldn't appreciate the grandeur of what I'm about to suggest. Obviously I'm talking about how we deserve to be able to make our presence known instead of skulking in the dark, waiting for the mud people to catch on like the sheep they are," you roll your eyes as Bitter Blossom begins to rant and ramble on, and on again until…
"I'm saying we should just go and kill that bitch Infinity Princess right now."
Until, well, she says that, and then you stop thinking for a moment. Outside the hotel room, your bare fingers clench and your nails carve grooves right through the stonework you're clinging onto. Your concentration falters, and it's only sheer force of habit that lets you maintain the suite of spells you've spun up to conceal your presence.
What.
What.
Your vision begins to grow red as you process the absurd, audacious words this – This-
"It'd be so easy to murder her. To slit her throat, to torture her, to leave her mangled corpse in the streets for all the world to behold just how much of a fraud that silly, idiotic has-been is," Bitter Blossom continues to say, and you listen in silence as this soon-to-be dead girl continues to yammer, running her mouth without a care in the world. "One touch and I can disintegrate her, no problem. Of course I don't want to have to dirty my hands with the extras surrounding her, but-"
"I'm gonna stop you right there," Vanguard Sentinel holds up her hand. "First of all, I'm in charge here-"
"As if, you filthy-"
"SECOND OF ALL," Vanguard Sentinel says in a commanding tone that actually manages to shut up this stupid, worthless garbage-girl. "We don't know where Infinity Princess is. We can track her movements once she starts patrolling again, but until that happens, and this is the third point I'm going to make, we've been ordered to sit tight and wait for further instructions. Fourth of all, you're out of your tiny little mind if you think Sangy and I are going to go along with your plan. If you can even call it that. You do realize Infinity Princess is invulnerable, right?"
"Her invulnerability is obviously fake and overblown, and even if it isn't my disintegration field would assuredly-"
"Yes, yes, you're so big and strong – Man, go fuck yourself already," Vanguard Sentinel grunts, flipping Bitter Blossom the bird. Off to the side, Sanguine Descent nods.
"… You damn cowardly peasants. Fine, then. I'll just have to entertain myself tonight. You'll regret this-"
"No I won't. Get out of here and go, I don't know, rape a maid or torture some kittens or whatever it is you do for fun," Vanguard Sentinel orders, and Bitter Blossom sniffs.
"… Maybe I will," she retorts before flouncing out the room, leaving her teammates behind and leaving you to process what just happened.
So. Mendesdyn's brought in out-of-town Dark Magical Girls to assist in Project Titanomachy. Some additional supernatural muscle to help them enact their nefarious plots. And one of their stated goals is to kill Kaina, your love, the most precious girl in the whole world.
… Frankly, a part of you is tempted to let them try, just so you can amuse yourself watching your love stomp these insects into the dirt. As if they'd even be able to scratch her now that Mendesdyn's secret weapon has been thoroughly neutralized. Kaina would eat the lot of these idiots for breakfast, and you'd cheer your love on as she breaks them body and soul.
But.
… But, your love shouldn't have to dirty her hands on worthless filth like this, idiotic upstarts who don't know their place in the world. Especially that – That Bitter Blossom girl. How dare she.
How dare she dismiss your love like that? How dare she even think herself comparable to your love, Kaina. That disgusting, obnoxious uncute girl – She doesn't even deserve to breathe the same air as Kaina, doesn't deserve to exist on the same planet.
You want to kill her. No, you're going to kill her. For her impertinence, for her arrogance, for her stupidity and blithe ignorance and most importantly, for daring to even think about harming Kaina.
And afterwards, well, you've been meaning to try dabbling with necromancy again. That stupid slut doesn't even warrant consideration as a potential pet or toy. No, she'll be turned into worm food. Yes, eaten alive to nourish the tentacle monsters you've been gestating, then regenerated in order to be eaten alive some more until her brain gives out, a fitting end for such a worthless pile of walking, talking human excrement.
Or maybe you'll mind-core her, extracting her personality and replacing it with one that's more tolerable. Her body isn't half bad, it's just her personality that's just wretched... Yes, you do like the sound of that, making this girl watch as her body and its mildly amusing holes are turned into your personal meat toilet.
Or maybe you'll just de-limb her and turn her into a punching bag. Mmh. That does sound nice, being able to vent your anger on a cheap cut of meat hanging from the ceiling by her neck, rupturing her internal organs, breaking her bones one rib at a time. It could be a way to introduce your love to rougher play...
So many possibilities, so little time.
But you're getting ahead of yourself right now, and the more you think about it the more you really don't care for the idea of even engaging with these idiots. Especially since you're pretty sure you'll be able to make them back off without even unsheathing your claws.
You're Alice Takanashi, Void Heart, and while the rest of the world might not know who you are, you do have a bit of a reputation in New Vegas. Most of the veteran Dark Magical Girls know not to cross you. If you make it clear that Terminus City is your turf, these three girls might just run away once you've revealed yourself, and that'd simplify many things.
Hmm. What to do, what to do...