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By all rights, Sierra should be panicking more than she is right now. Control of her own body's been usurped from her. A stranger (a cute stranger! Sierra's idol!) is fawning over Sierra, stroking her shoulder, and pressing her soft (soft!) chest against Sierra's arm. And worst of all, Sierra's embarrassing hobby has just been revealed!
But strangely, Sierra feels… Calmer than she ought to. She blinks once, then twice, feeling a familiar hazy fog settle across her thoughts. A kind of placid lucidity, accompanied by a light film across Sierra's vision, makes everything Sierra sees come off as vaguely surreal…
Ah, that's it. Of course, that's why Sierra's not panicking, why her thoughts seem so sluggish, why everything's suddenly starting to feel so lovely and floaty. Why Sierra's idol suddenly showed up!
Sierra's dreaming. Of course! That's what's happening right now!
"What do you mean you don't like girls?!" Shining Heart wails, and Sierra's attention shifts back to the pretty girl's face. God, Shining Heart's just a cutie~! Sierra suppresses the urge to giggle at the way Shining Heart's pouting. Even her dismayed pout looks so cute…
It should be fine for Sierra to answer, right? This is a dream, after all, so it's not like anything Sierra does or says is going to have any real consequences…
"I don't… Know if I like girls like that…?" Sierra tries again. Because it's true, Sierra never really thought about other girls like that before. "Why're you asking this, pretty lady…?"
"Wow, you're really out of it, huh…" Shining Heart smiles, and Sierra finds herself focusing on Shining Heart's face as she smiles. Wow, Shining Heart has a really cute smile. Both of her cheeks are dimpling, and the way those soft pink lips are curving up -
Fabric rustles as Shining Heart peels off the top half of her raiment. Sierra's eyes widen as Shining Heart's bare titties bounce, free from the white fabric confining them. Shining Heart bears down, pressing Sierra's face deep into her bare cleavage. So deep that Sierra's nose bumps up against Shining Heart's breastbone.
Sierra lets out a muffled whine as Shining Heart's lovely scent wafts into her nostrils, as the warm (warm!) cushions of Shining Heart's tits squish against her face. So soft~! So warm~! So nice-smelling~! Her skin's so silky-smooth~!
In that moment, Sierra's brain short-circuits.
All she can think is that Shining Heart's tits are heavenly. What Sierra's experiencing, motorboating another girl's breasts? That has to be a small slice of heaven. How is it even possible for another girl's breasts to feel this nice…
"Oh Sierra. Admit it; you love other girls." Shining Heart whispers into Sierra's ear, her breath tickling the shell of Sierra's ear.
"Nnnh…" Sierra moans out, her lips unwittingly kissing Shining Heart's breast.
"It's okay to say it. What's wrong with liking girls?" Shining Heart coos, her compelling voice enrapturing Sierra. It's so strange; whenever Shining Heart speaks? Sierra finds herself listening. Shining Heart's words echo through Sierra's suddenly-empty head, to the point where they're all Sierra can really think about…
Yeah. Shining Heart, Sierra's idol? She's right! What's wrong with liking other girls anyways?
"It's natural to like other girls, isn't it? Girls can be so cute and pretty, to the point where all you want to do is stare at their gorgeous faces. Cute girls are soft and warm too. Their thighs, their breasts… So many nooks and crannies that make them so wonderful to cuddle…"
"Mmh…" Sierra whines in… Agreement? She nuzzles her face against Shining Heart's breast, even as Shining Heart's delicate hand gently pats Sierra's head. "… Yesh…"
… Shining Heart's right~!
"Then say it, okay? What do you really think about other girls?" Shining Heart asks.
And just like that, a dam breaks within Sierra.
"I do l-like girls like that!" Sierra blurts, beginning to pour out all the thoughts she'd kept bottled up. Compartmentalized, buried as a part of the treasure trove of secrets she'd been keeping for a while. "I love other girls! I love how cute they are; I love how gorgeous they look! God, even my teammates are just so cute; it's been making me go crazy!"
"And what about Magical Girls~?" Shining Heart asks.
"I love Magical Girls!" Sierra continues to babble. "I love how girly they all are! I love their elaborate outfits, the way they sparkle and shine! I love how fabulous they can be! A cute, pretty Magical Girl's all I ever wanted to be!"
Ah! Sierra said it! She said the thing! Ooh, she could die from embarrassment…
… if this were actually happening and if she weren't dreaming. Is Sierra dreaming? But everything's got that dream-like haze now…
"Hee. Good girl. Good girl…" Shining Heart's melodious voice worms through Sierra's thoughts. Her comforting hand continues to pat Sierra's head, gentle fingers carding through Sierra's pink locks. Shining Heart's heavenly tits continues to press down against Sierra's face, smothering her senses with squishy softness.
"And what about me? Am I really that scary?" Shining Heart asks.
"No! You're not!" Sierra mewls. "I really, really admire you! God, every time I looked at your poster, I kept wanting to be you! To be as girly and cute as you were! And seeing you like this, even if it's a dream – It's everything I could've hoped for! Even the way you carry yourself is just so… So…!"
Elegant? Sophisticated? Alluring? There are so many words Sierra wants to use to describe her idol right now…
"Is that so?" Sierra feels the thrum of Shining Heart's humming against her cheeks, low vibrations radiating out from Shining Heart's chest. Shining Heart pulls away now, and Sierra whines as the heavenly, fluffy softness she'd been resting her head against departs. Bright light suddenly flashes against her eyes, and she squeezes her eyelids shut from the discomfort of it all.
Which is how she misses Shining Heart's transformation. Sierra's utterly unaware of how Shining Heart – Alice Takanashi's form ripples, her hair lengthening and darkening in hue, her eyes changing color, her proportions shifting…
No, the next time Sierra opens her eyes to look at the girl who'd just shoved her chest into Sierra's face? She's surprised.
Because the girl staring back at Sierra doesn't look like Shining Heart anymore.
The girl staring back at Sierra – Well, she's an exact copy of Sierra right down to the quirk of her lips as she smiles, the proportions of her face, the size of her breasts, even the length of her hair. Every slight blemish of Sierra's skin is replicated on this – this doppelganger. This dark reflection of Sierra.
Because Sierra's doppelganger truly reflects her darkly. She's dressed in a gorgeous crimson gown, decorated with black lace trimmings. A floral ornament pinned in her hair, her ruby earrings and necklace jangling as she leans in, mirroring Sierra's movements…
Sierra blinks once, twice. Her mirror, the dark version of her wearing clothing her public persona wouldn't be caught dead in, blinks as well. Sierra tilts her head, and she watches with fascination as her doppelganger tilts her head as well, pink hair cascading down one of her slim shoulders, silk rustling as she props one of her arms underneath her bust to emphasize it.
"… What…?" Sierra asks, tentatively reaching out to touch her doppelganger's shoulder. Her doppelganger reaches out simultaneously, and Sierra flinches as she feels the sensation of touching warm, yielding flesh and being touched by slim, dexterous fingers.
Even for a dream this is beyond surreal in Sierra's eyes. But still…
Sierra breathes in heavily as she studies herself. As she… She starts to fall in love with this darker, idealized version of herself. Just staring at this copy of herself that looks this delicate, that looks, smells, and feels like a beautiful flower exuding femininity and prettiness and something significantly more sultry-
Sierra jerks back as her reflection moves closer, enveloping Sierra with a familiar scent – her own scent. But sweeter somehow. There's a familiar floral undertone to this scent, a lovely smell that makes Sierra's head spin even more. She lets out a confused, muffled noise when her reflection kisses her.
"Mmh?!" Sierra mumbles as she feels plush lips mashing against her own, lips that are a perfect match for her own. A small, wet tongue prods against Sierra's mouth, and Sierra unconsciously opens it to grant her doppelganger access.
God, even this reflection's saliva tastes… Almost like Sierra's. Right down to the taste of the lip balm Sierra applies every day. But it's better, sweeter, a more intoxicating and heady taste, almost like drinking mulled wine. Sierra feels her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she's kissed silly by this darker copy of herself. A warm, pleasant heat's begun to build up in Sierra's chest.
Heat induced by the river of essence being poured into Sierra's core by her doppelganger. More than enough to irrevocably change the core of Sierra's being. More than enough to indelibly corrupt her, inducing all kinds of lustful wants and desires, battering past all of the poor girl's mental defenses.
Unwittingly, Sierra transforms, her raiment flickering into existence around her in a sparkle of light. Perhaps it's because some small part of her sensed danger. Perhaps that tiny part of Sierra was desperately trying to resist the essence flooding into Sierra's soul; perhaps one small part of Sierra's brain knew that she'd be going past the point of no return if she didn't fight back somehow.
Who knows. If it were a last gasp of Sierra's mind at resistance, it'd end up being a futile one.
If anything, this transformation would only cement Sierra's fate.
"Haah~" Sierra's reflection breathes out after she finally pulls away, extricating her tongue from Sierra's mouth and taking a small step back. Her elegant, dainty hand comes up as she dabs little flecks of Sierra's saliva away from the corner of her mouth. "That was lovely. Thanks… Me."
"Wh – Who are you?!" Sierra mumbles, dazed by – well, by everything.
"Who am I? I'm you, of course. I'm the you that wants to be me~!" Sierra's copy purrs, in Sierra's own voice - her own voice? Their own voice?. "Or maybe I'm the me who wants to be like you…? Who can tell when we look the same. Right down to our clothing. Why, just look at your outfit, me!"
"My outfit…" Sierra looks down, feeling mana thrum through her chest. Did she transform? When did she transform? Well, this is a dream, so it makes sense for all kinds of weird things to happen. Still, Sierra's clothing, her raiment – She should have her gas mask on. She should be dressed in her jacket, shorts, and combat boots…
… She's not wearing any of those things. Sierra's raiment has taken the form of – Of the elegant silk gown her doppelganger is wearing. Sierra pats at her own body, creasing the delicate fabric. She touches a hand to her hair, where she feels the weight of her doppelganger's hair ornament – her floral hair ornament in her hair.
Dull, muted panic begins to fill Sierra's mind, even in her hazy state, as she realizes how indelibly changed she is. "My – My outfit! My Magical Girl outfit!"
"Yes, your Magical Girl outfit. Our Magical Girl outfit," Sierra's reflection hums happily, reaching down to trace an imaginary line down Sierra's side. Sierra shivers at the feather-light content, goosebumps beginning to prickle on her skin… "Doesn't it look lovely, me?
"It's – It's wrong. This isn't what I'm supposed to look like…" Sierra mumbles.
"Oh, but it is. It does now. Did you know, me? A Magical Girl's sacred raiment represents their heart and soul. The purest expression of feeling and desire showing how we want to be truly seen. A reflection of all of our most intimate, lovely parts," Sierra's doppelganger winks. "Did you also know? Magical Girl outfits can change when a Magical Girl becomes more… Honest with herself."
"… Honest?"
"Didn't we admit to liking other girls? Don't we want to be with other girls? We like how pretty girls can be; we like how dainty and cute we are. We like how soft and warm we are, the lovely squish of our bodies when we cuddle. Our sweet scents, the lovely clothes we wear when we fluff ourselves up…" Sierra's reflection murmurs.
"… Yes…" Sierra whispers, feeling the pieces click together.
"We liked cute girls so much we wanted to do everything we could to be more girly. We made outfits for ourselves, spent time painstakingly stitching together the most elaborate, gorgeous dresses we could. We spent time applying makeup; the perfect amount of blush, lipstick, and eye-liner. We cared for this body of ours lovingly, pampering ourselves with a regime of soaps, shampoos, and conditioner. All so we could feel more like a cute girl; so that we could feel more like an adorable. Little. Maiden," Sierra's reflection coos, gently reaching out to… To massage Sierra's exposed shoulders now. The tender massage, the small circles Sierra's reflection is working into her shoulders is... Relaxing. Sierra can feel her tension ease with every gentle shoulder rub.
"Yes …" Sierra finds herself admitting. A dirty, naughty confession that makes her tummy roil. But at the same time, it's like a heavy weight's just been lifted from her shoulders. It's a weird feeling.
"See? Don't you feel so much better now that we're being honest with ourselves?" Sierra's doppelganger – Sierra says. "Don't you feel so much more comfortable in this outfit instead of the old one we had? This is who we really want to be seen, isn't it? This is who we are. Look at yourself, me. Look at me…"
Sierra stares into her reflection's eyes now, and sees herself reflected within and without. She lets out an involuntary whimper as her doppelganger studies her, hypnotic eyes flickering with a pale pink light.
Sierra stares at herself and sees the cutest, most gorgeous girl. A delicate, pretty doll. Perfect for modeling dresses, for displaying jewelry. A pampered little princess fit to be doted upon, to be waited on hand and foot… Or utterly molested. Ravished, ruined. Brought to heights of ecstasy and bliss over, and over…
A wave of wanton desire washes over Sierra then, causing her panties to moisten, and her knees to tremble. Is it Sierra's desire? Is it the desire her reflection is feeling? Does it matter? They're the same, aren't they? The cutest, most gorgeous girl is in front of Sierra…
And it turns out that the cute girl Sierra was aspiring to be was herself.
"Don't you want to embrace yourself, me?" Sierra's doppelganger poses, hands reaching around Sierra's shoulders as she pulls Sierra – herself – into an intimate hug. Identical busts mash against one another, two perfectly slim tummies press up against one another. Sierra lets out a wordless squeal as her reflection lifts her leg, brushing her soft thigh against Sierra's crotch. "Don't you want to be who you really want to be?"
Sierra's panties go squish.
"… Yes~!" Sierra finds herself saying, enraptured by herself as she is. And for the first time that evening, she takes the initiative.
Sierra's dark reflection lets out a low chuckle as Sierra pushes her down onto the couch, fumbling at the neckline of her gown with clumsy hands. "Aren't you going to – mmph!" The reflection's words are cut out as Sierra bears down on her, planting an awkward kiss on her mouth.
And then, well…
… Things get a bit weird.
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There's something to be said for molesting another girl while disguised as that girl. In getting that girl to fall in love with an idealized, darkened version of herself, subject to your depraved whims.
"Hyan~! I'm cumming~!"
You're Alice Takanashi. Right now you're engaging in this kind of narcissistic self-play. You really do have all of the best ideas~!
A feral grin splits your face - Sierra's face - as you grind your sex against hers, your flushed lower lips mashing against Sierra's. Your sticky, mixed arousal coats your thighs, splattering against your skin as you trib Sierra, hard, your tight grip keeping her legs splayed open.
Shapely legs that tremble and shake, wracked with pleasure as Sierra is. Each brush of your hard little clit against hers elicits a full-body spasm, causing Sierra's toes to curl, and her calves and thighs to flex and tremble. You watch her eyes roll up into the back of her head as you ruthlessly bring her to yet another climax -
"Nooo~!" Sierra lets out a cute, slutty moan.
"There, there… Me," you coo, keeping in character. You let go of Sierra's legs to scoop her up, cradling her to your naked bosom. One of your perky nipples bumps against Sierra's cheek. Unconsciously, the bliss-addled girl opens her mouth and latches onto your teat. Her smooth cheeks hollow as she sucks, and you have to bite back a whorish moan of your own.
Hee~! It's pretty cute, how hard she's sucking.
Even as you think that thought, another jet of girlcum squirts out of Sierra's pussy. Just from the bliss of being able to nurse from a cute girl's breasts - from her own breasts. Her toes curl again, and her long legs twitch as she stains the couch even more with her arousal. The cushions have practically been soaked through, dark fluid staining the fabric so much it's almost like Sierra's had a naughty accident.
Not that you really mind that she's making a mess. Honestly, this makes her even cuter. Cute girls are all the cuter when they cum their brains out, after all. The cute pants they make, the screwed-up expressions on their face as they're brought to ever-escalating feelings of ecstasy, the delicate beating of their little hearts... Even the way they shake, moan, and writhe…
Sierra looks super cute now that she's been thoroughly wrung out by your dextrous hands! Your adorable little doll pants, going limp in your arms, exhausted by the mind-blowing orgasms you've been soaking her brain and body with.
Along with the steady stream of corruptive essence you've been continually pouring into her body through this intimate contact, of course.
You take a moment to smile beatifically down at your new pet, reaching down to pat her sweat-lined brow, to tuck an errant strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyelashes flutter as she teeters between consciousness and unconsciousness.
Kyah~! She's just so cute! So pretty! You knew she cleaned up nicely; you saw her in her streaming outfit but still! She's absolutely adorable and scrumptious, and you're so glad you decided to gobble her up! What a cute doll you've found for yourself! Ooh, you want to give her outfits to model, and jewelry and accessories for her to proudly show off… Maybe a set of maids to pamper her and dote upon her too?
Sierra's a doll of a girl, after all. And cute dolls can get ever so lonely when they're by themselves...
You might have to order her to rename herself once you've really got her eating out of the palm of your hand, though. Crimson Champion isn't a fitting name for this cute, lewd girl. You're not sure if it's really who you want her to be. Something cuter, more dainty. More seductive even. Hmm. Crimson Courtesan, maybe…?
"Why'd you stop…" Sierra slurs out sleepily, having been thoroughly ravaged.
"Hmm… No reason. Nothing's wrong. You should go to sleep, me," you giggle, startled out of your reverie. Right, it's about time to put the finishing touches on this girl.
"But I'm already dreaming…" Sierra murmurs before you kiss her, laying one final charm on Sierra that makes her close her eyes and gently drift off.
You sigh, rolling your shoulders as you feel the cute girl in your arms go limp. Phew. That was nice. Sierra certainly made for a lovely snack. It was a bit of a workout, though. Maintaining this facade, constantly pouring essence into Sierra all throughout that little session. It's been a while since you've had to spend this much essence in one go!
It couldn't be helped, of course. All throughout, you were murmuring compulsion after compulsion into Sierra, constantly stoking her desires, encouraging her darker thoughts. Corruption isn't something you can rush into, at least not without a cost. And you'll admit, you were rushing things a little.
But it was worth it to have a gorgeous doll this cute to adorn your collection~!
You'll have to pace yourself better in the future, though. After all, you've got a few main courses to look forward to. Involuntary, images of dusky skin and a cocky smile cross your thoughts. Visions of a blonde-haired, green-eyed angel follow them.
… Right. Time to wrap things up here. Sierra's memories aren't going to wipe themselves after all. Her dreams aren't going to write themselves unless you script them. And you've got a few more compulsions and suggestions to layer into her malleable mind to finish her off...
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Sierra Kennedy/Crimson Champion Corruption: 45/50 (Stage 2/2)
10 banked essence rewarded. (For a series of good write-ins, discussion in the thread, and because I'm feeling generous.)