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Eugh, you really don't miss this smell. At all.

You cough, hacking out a bit of phlegm as you dive through another cloud of smog. Blech, you totally forgot Sveta and Kisha lived in the terrible part of town. Gosh, you really need to move them in-house officially once you've picked up Sveta, you refuse to come all the way out here again just to molest your pets.

And you refuse to let your darling pets live in this… Place. Among these garbage people.

Kisha trembles in your arms as you descend, leathery demonic wings fluttering behind you. You eye her, well, as much as you're able to. She's looking rather pale. Someone doesn't like heights much, it'd seem.

Or maybe the flight over was too bumpy for her tastes? Hmm...

"Kisha, darling, are you alright?" You ask gently, reaching out to cup your pet's chin so you can stare into her eyes.

Kisha squirms in your grip, her eyes flickering away from yours. You find yourself fascinated by the rich cocktail of emotions that practically wafts off her form, mirrored across her features. Nausea, shame, regret, depression…

"Just breathe, Kisha dear," you soothe, reaching out now to pat your pet on the shoulder. Gently, of course.

"… Y – Yes, mistress," Kisha stutters, finally meeting your eyes. "Sorry, it's just…"

"I understand, darling," you coo, your hand wandering up to fluff her kitty ears. Kisha mewls plaintively, nuzzling her head against your palm. "Do you need a moment?"

"… Maybe?" Kisha nibbles her lip, worrying at the tender flesh. Dear oh dear, your poor pet's really working herself up into a tizzy. That really can't stand. Stress is so uncute, goodness gracious.

You sigh, then wiggle your fingers, a spark of pink crackling from your hand and into Kisha's head. Your pet lets out a quiet sigh of relief as you give her a little pick-me-up. Fleshcrafting. It's pretty useful in situations like this!

"What did you-"

"Gave you a little pick-me-up. Reduced the amount of some of those awful stress hormones, perked your neurons up some… Drink some more water, Kisha. You're dehydrated," you complain, a little frown tugging at the corners of your mouth.

"… Okay. I'll just…" Kisha bites down on her lip more fully, then gestures towards the side. "I don't think Sveta wants to see me right now… So…"

"I'll talk to her, first," you assure Kisha, then shoot her a flirtatious wink. "Don't worry so much, ne~? Didn't I promise that you'd be able to be with your sister in all the ways that matter?"

Kisha nods hesitantly, a bit of confidence returning to her gaze. She stares up at you, hope beginning to brim in her big, blue eyes.

How adorable~!

"Have some faith in your mistress then, hmm?" You cluck your tongue. "I told you. I always fulfill my promises. I'm sure Sveta will come around if I talk to her."

It helps that you're planning on doing more than talking to her. It's becoming pretty obvious that Kisha's issues aren't going to be resolved until you smoke Sveta out. Literally in this case.

You'll give Kisha her happy ending. But not for her, this is strictly for you. Two-for-one deals like this don't come too often. And this way, you can have another set of pets to share between your loves...

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"Sveta~!" You call out as you stride towards the door to Kisha and Sveta's shared apartment. "Sveta, get out here now!"

Silence. Blissful, peaceful silence. You stare at the door impatiently, waiting for a response. Any sort of a response. Sveta's definitely in the apartment, you can hear the noise of someone moving around, the soft patter of their feet against the floorboards…

Fine. You'll try talking first. Like you promised.

"You know, your sister's been upset!" You comment now. "I found herself overworking herself. Because you've been ignoring her! She hadn't showered in a week, she hadn't really slept-"

Ooh, that elicits a response. You hear a soft thump, almost like the cute kitty you're trying to coax out of her lair just punched the wall.

"I really thought you cared about her," you admit, slowly shaking your head. Sure, Sveta can't see you, but it's nice to stay in practice when it comes to your body language. Putting on a performance like this? That's a skill you have to work to maintain. "But I suppose-"

"F – Fuck off!" Sveta rasps out, causing you to frown.

How rude.

"I'm not your enemy, Sveta. All I want is for Kisha to be happy, and it just so happens that she wants you to be open and happy with what you want-"

"Fuck! Off!" Sveta calls out. Her voice is hoarse from disuse, dry and cracked. There's a noticeable strain in her intonation.

Golly gosh, this pair of sisters… Has this kitty been stressing herself out as much as her sister has? You tut, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth. How uncute. Well, that's something you'll just have to train out of the two of them. Preferably with a lot of orgasms…

Fine. The hard way it is then. You roll your eyes, then channel a spike of essence your skin. Immediately, the spicy-sweet scent of your personal perfume fills the hallway.

And, more importantly, it seeps into Sveta's apartment through the gaps in her door. She chokes up the instant she smells your scent, the second it begins to invade her nostrils and drive her mad.

"Y- you-" Sveta coughs. "Fuck – Shit, goddamn son of a-"

You raise your eyebrows as you hear the door lock rattle. Ooh, is she going to come out swinging? She's definitely going to come out swinging.

So, you take a step back.

Just in time to avoid the punch Sveta aimed right at your throat.

"Yoooooou!"

Sveta leaps out, then squats on her haunches. The feral Magical Girl bares her canines, raises her sharp taloned fingers. Mana radiates off of her, haloing her with an unholy purple light. Her magic's about as tainted as her body's become. You can see the tainted purple energy reflected in Sveta's eyes, in slight sheen to her newly-lightened hair, hair that's as lovely and pale as her sister's is.

And then there's Sveta's new raiment. It's a far cry from the dress she used to wear, it's basically a form-fitting armored bikini in shades of black and purple…

Your eyes wander down, now, to rest on Sveta's abdomen. Her soft, exposed belly she's crossed her arms over protectively, to try and protect the glowing purple womb tattoo proudly emblazoned right underneath her navel.

Well, well. Someone's certainly corrupted themselves, haven't they? She's certainly Fallen nicely. Mmm, you can almost taste the Essence coursing through Sveta's body, raw and untamed…

It takes effort to resist the urge to lick your lips at your dear to-be-pet's vulnerable, fuckable state. Ooh, you just want to gobble her up along with her sister... Hyan~! Just the idea of sandwiching yourself between those two...

It's really a nice image~!

"You did this," Sveta spits out madly, her eyes crazed. She snarls and snaps like a caged beast, even as she sways on her feet. Even as her eyes go cross-eyed as her gaze unfocuses, as her fingers clench and unclench involuntarily. The feral kitten looks bedraggled, to be honest. Unkempt, unclean… You sniff, your nose wrinkling at the familiar scent of a girl who hasn't bathed in a bit.

Ew. Has she just been wallowing in her own despair and stink all this time, just like Kisha has?

Gosh, you really can see the resemblance now. These silly girls. Sheesh.

So much bathing is in order once you've finished dying Sveta's soul pitch-black. And it won't even be the fun kind of bathing where you use yourself as a loofa to molest two cute sisters into compliance. It'll be the other kind of fun bathing where you play with their hair, and soap up their bodies. And you'll probably end up rubbing yourself all over the two anyways.

Bathing's fun, what can you say?

"You did – You did this to me, didn't you?! You forced Kisha to – I would have never laid my hands on her if you hadn't – You're the one who turned me into… Into… Why do I look like this?!" Sveta wails out.

Huh, she even cries just like Kisha does. Fat tears well up in the corners of her eyes, trickling down her cheeks. Cheeks that are already shiny, crusted over from dried-up tear tracks. Her lips quiver, as the rage that's been propelling her subsides.

Much to your amusement, you note that Sveta's also wiggling her ass, rubbing her thighs together. Clearly, your pheromones are affecting her more than she'd like to admit. Or maybe it's just her corrupted state that's causing her sex-drive to skyrocket. You've been there before, you have an idea of exactly what Sveta's going through right now...

Anyways, that bit of understanding's why you prefer to take a personal touch to the girls you tempt into darkness, towards the end. Honestly, the silly ideas Sveta's gotten into her pretty little head because she's too ignorant to know any better…

Well. You've managed to lure her out of her bolt-hole. You've seen how far she's Fallen. Her soul's been well and truly blackened at this point if her Raiment's been affected this much.

All it'll take is a gentle push to finish her off. It'd be a mercy, really. She's already half there. It'd be a shame to let her sit when you can pretty her up that much more...

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64/180 essence, 60 regen.