Utena is curled up in bed, phone in hand, eyes locked on the screen, completely engrossed in her digital explorations. It's been two weeks since THE scandal—the day Magia Sulfur was caught on camera having sex with the villainess Baiser in a photo studio in the aftermath of a battle. The public discourse has only gotten more insane over time. Her tail flicks rhythmically behind her, the heart-shaped tip pulsing with each new notification.
Her tail had been manifesting more and more ever since that night after interrogating Nemo and Matama and letting them join her rebel faction of Enormita. She was still able to slip it away, make it disappear, but she was getting more used to just having it out, at least in private like this. Though she has had to cut a hole in some of her panties and sleeping shorts to make room for it. And then there was the new and ever present issue with her new genitalia. A problem that even now filled out her shorts in not the most comfortable of ways.
The soft glow of her phone illuminates her face in the dimness of her bedroom, casting violet shadows across her walls. Her golden eyes reflected the scrolling screen as she devoured every comment, every theory, every breathless declaration.
"They're all so predictable," she murmurs, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.
The local magical girl fan communities are in absolute shambles. Forums have exploded, social media is ablaze, and the line between fans and critics has dissolved into chaos. Utena's fingers dance across her screen, navigating through the digital tempest with practiced ease.
Some fans are desperately clinging to hope, their comments appearing in bright bubbles of denial.
"Tres Magia will save Sulfur! They just need time to formulate a plan!" writes one user with a Magia Azul profile picture.
"It's obviously a deep cover operation," insists another. "Sulfur's still one of the good guys! It's all part of her plan to infiltrate Enormita from within! She's going to get on Baiser's good side and then BAM take her out!"
Utena snorts, the sound soft and delicate despite her amusement. "If only they knew how she begged," she whispers to herself, remembering the way Sulfur's resistance had crumbled so beautifully under her touch.
Others in the fandom have surrendered to despair, their comments dripping with resignation.
"It's over. Sulfur is hers. Azul and Magenta are next. The writing's on the wall."
"Has anyone noticed Magia Magenta hasn't even spoken about it? That means she's already lost hope. She knows what's coming."
But it's the third category that makes Utena's pulse quicken—those who have embraced the chaos, who revel in the fall of heroes.
"Baiser already got one, might as well go for a full set. #CompleteTheCollection"
"The Queen of Sin deserves a complete harem. It was inevitable."
"Tres Magia will kneel, and we will bear witness. #BaiserSupremacy"
A delicious shiver runs down Utena's spine, causing her tail to curl tightly around one of her calves. She bites her lower lip, savoring the way these strangers unknowingly affirm her deepest desires.
The fanart is even better than the comments. Utena's thumb hovers over a particularly detailed piece—a regal throne of twisted ebony and amethyst, upon which she sits in all her demonic glory. Sulfur kneels at her feet, chains binding her wrists, her expression a complicated mixture of defiance and desire. In the background, Azul turns away, shame evident in her posture, while Magenta glares with defiance that fails to mask her weakness.
"One by one, they all fall… " reads the caption.
"Mmm, not bad," Utena purrs, saving the image to her private collection. The artist had captured something essential about each of them—especially Sulfur's conflicted surrender.
She continues scrolling, finding a full illustration sequence where Sulfur starts fighting bravely, then hesitates at a crucial moment, then melts into Baiser's arms, and finally kneels in submission, head bowed as Baiser's fingers thread possessively through her hair.
A sassy chibi comic makes her laugh out loud—a cartoonish version of herself making Azul flustered with outrageous flirtation while Magenta tries and fails to look unaffected in the background.
"Pfffft!" Utena giggles, her tail swishing with delight. "They've got Azul's flustered look down perfectly. She wants it, but she doesn't, but she does."
But it's the fanfiction that truly captivates her. She opens a new tab and finds herself drowning in a sea of literary fantasies—some tender, some explicit, all centered around her conquest of Japan's beloved heroines.
A 180,000-word slow-burn corruption narrative titled "The Seduction of Light" has garnered hundreds of comments. Its summary promises "a gradual descent into willing darkness" as Baiser systematically breaks down each member of Tres Magia through "psychological warfare, forbidden attraction, and the power of genuine connection."
"Hmm, someone's been paying attention," Utena murmurs, bookmarking it for later.
Another fic—pure smut with barely a plot—makes her tail curl involuntarily. The author has imagined scenarios so depraved, so specific to each magical girl's personality, that Utena wonders if they might possess some kind of psychic ability.
"Tak-tak-tak," her fingers tap against the screen as she scrolls through a particularly graphic paragraph.
But it's a self-aware comedy piece that truly delights her—a lighthearted take where "Baiser" is portrayed as aggressively courting Tres Magia while they gradually lose the will to resist her charm offensive.
One exchange in particular makes her laugh out loud:
"You can't just send us gift baskets after trying to kill us!" Magenta had shouted in the fic.
"The basket has artisanal chocolates," Baiser had replied with a smirk. "And I wasn't trying to kill you. If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead. I was just trying to get your attention."
"By throwing me through a building?!"
"I caught you before you hit the ground, didn't I? Besides, you look so cute when you're angry."
Utena's laughter echoes in her bedroom. "That's so dumb," she whispers, wiping a tear from her eye.
She sits up suddenly, tail swishing with excitement. Lurking is no longer enough. She wants—no, needs—to stir this pot further. She reaches under her pillow and picks up her purple cell phone that she uses for her Baiser accounts and Enormita group messages. She's been relatively quiet on it until now, letting speculation run wild.
"Time to make things interesting," she purrs, her voice silky as she begins to type.
Her first post is simple but devastating: "Why is everyone acting like Sulfur had a choice in this? "
She watches as the notification counter explodes almost instantly. Ping-ping-ping-ping-ping. The sound is like music to her ears.
Emboldened, she continues: "Magenta and Azul will 'rescue' her? Cute. They'll be next."
The responses flood in, a deluge of outrage and excitement.
"SHUT UP, YOU FREAK," writes a Tres Magia loyalist.
"MAGIA MAGENTA IS COMING FOR YOU," threatens another.
But others are eating it up.
"LMAO, she's actually rubbing it in. Absolute queen behavior."
"At this point, Azul's just a formality. We all saw how she looked at Baiser during that fight."
And then there are the truly unhinged.
"I KNEEL. I KNEEL FOR BAISER."
"Tres Magia is literally about to become her wives, and I have no complaints."
"I feel like we SHOULD be worried that our protectors are being corrupted but it's too SPICY for me to care!"
Utena's next post is more pointed: "One is clearly already mine. How long before the others admit they want it too, want ME?"
The chaos that follows is glorious. She leans back against her pillows, stretching luxuriously like a cat in a sunbeam. Her tail coils and uncoils in pleasure as she watches the internet implode in real-time.
"I should do this more often," she sighs contentedly. "I forgot how fun it is just to tease people like this."
Her final post is the most audacious: "Wouldn't it be easier if you all just... accepted me?"
The response is immediate. Her notifications explode like fireworks, the phone vibrating so intensely it nearly jumps from her hand. Ping-ping-ping-ping! The sound is relentless, almost overwhelming.
"Fufufu~" Utena laughs softly, her golden eyes glittering with mischief. "How deliciously predictable."
She scrolls through the responses, each one feeding her ego like sweet nectar.
"SHE'S TAUNTING US!"
"Is she implying the other Tres Magia girls WANT to join her?!"
"Baiser Nation RISE UP! Our Queen is speaking!"
Rolling onto her stomach, Utena kicks her legs in the air behind her, tail swishing playfully as she basks in the chaos she's created. The sheets felt cool against her skin, a pleasant contrast to the heat building within her as she reads comment after comment.
"Mmm, they're all so invested," she purrs, tracing her lower lip with her finger. "As if they're part of some grand romance novel. But then, I guess they are. The audience to my grand seduction. Don't worry, I'll put on a good show as I claim my girls, I promise."
A notification pops up—someone had posted a new piece of fanart to her fan art tag on Snitter. Utena's breath catches as the image fills her screen, so vividly rendered it might have been a photograph rather than an illustration.
It's Azul—proud, composed Magia Azul—on her knees, her magnificent body bound in an intricate web of purple silk ribbons that match her own hair. The artist has captured her with painstaking detail: the ribbons wind across her torso, accentuating the full curves of her breasts, criss-crossing her stomach, and wrapping around her thighs in delicate loops that only emphasize their softness. Her hands are bound behind her back, forcing her chest forward in an offering posture.
But it's Azul's face that truly arrests Utena's attention. The artist has rendered her with an expression of such conflicted yearning—burgundy eyes half-lidded, lips slightly parted and glistening as if she's just licked them, cheeks flushed with a blush that spreads down her neck and across her collarbones. She looks simultaneously ashamed and desperate, as if fighting against her own desires even as they overwhelm her.
And then there's Baiser—herself—standing tall and dominant, one hand holding her sleek black riding crop that lifts Azul's chin, forcing eye contact. The artist has captured the subtle curl of Baiser's lips, the knowing gleam in her golden eyes, the absolute confidence in her posture. The riding crop connects them—a line of tension, of power, of unspoken desire.
The caption beneath the image reads: "Just say the words, Azul. You already know you belong to me."
"Oh my," Utena breathes, her tail curling tightly around her own thigh in unconscious response. "This one... this one understands."
The artwork is exquisite—not just in technical skill, but in how it captures the essence of what Utena desires most: not merely Azul's body, but her surrender. The vulnerability in those burgundy eyes, the way her bound body both resists and yearns, the unspoken tension between domination and desire.
Badump-badump-badump-badump-badump. Her heart beats faster as she stares at the image. There's something about seeing Azul this way—proud, composed Azul reduced to trembling need—that affects her more deeply than any of the other fan works.
"She would look so beautiful like this," Utena whispers, running a finger across the screen as if she could touch the teal-haired magical girl through it. "So perfect in ribbons, just like a present for me to unwrap."
The comments beneath the artwork are just as enthusiastic:
"HOLY SHIT THIS IS HOT"
"I'm not even into this stuff but... damn"
"Azul would NEVER. But also... please continue"
"This artist really gets the dynamic! The power exchange is so palpable I can practically feel it through the screen!"
"Mmm," Utena hums in agreement, though no one can hear her. Her tail flicks with growing excitement, a droplet of glistening fluid forming at its heart-shaped tip.
She clicks on the artist's profile and discovers an entire gallery dedicated to similar scenarios—Magenta pinned against a wall by Baiser, eyes wide with shock and unwilling arousal; Sulfur already conquered, lying exhausted and satisfied on rumpled sheets, marks of possession visible across her pale skin; and most intriguing of all, a triptych showing all three Tres Magia girls in various stages of submission to their demonic mistress.
"Fufufu~ Someone's been having the same fantasies as me," Utena purrs, saving every image to her private collection. The artist had captured something essential about each magical girl—Azul's reluctant surrender, Magenta's fierce resistance masking her curiosity, Sulfur's complete capitulation.
Just as she's about to leave a cryptic comment on the artwork, her phone chimes with a different notification. Ping! A message in her Enormita group chat.
"Hmm?" Utena taps over to see what's happening.
The chat is already in progress, with Leopard and Nero Alice exchanging messages.
Leopard: so i was thinking maybe we should try that new crepe place next time we go out? the one with the strawberry whipped cream?
Alice: (ノ ヮ)ノ:・゚
Leopard: exactly! and they have savory ones with bacon and burger stuff in for you miss "I don't like sweets"
Alice: ヾ(*)o
Leopard: yeah i know it's a little expensive but we deserve to treat ourselves
Alice: ₍₍ (ﾟﾟ ) ₎₎
Utena watches the exchange with mild amusement. Still riding the high from her internet rampage, she decides to shake things up a bit.
Baiser: Hey. Look at this.
She sends the fanart piece—the one of herself on a throne with Sulfur, Azul, and Magenta kneeling before her in various states of submission.
Baiser: Well?
A moment of dead silence follows. Utena can almost feel the shock radiating through the digital connection. Then:
Leopard: HOLY SHIT THAT'S SO HOT
Leopard: wait
Leopard: WHY AM I NOT THERE?
Leopard: I SHOULD BE THE ONE IN YOUR LAP!
Leopard: these people don't even KNOW that I'M your main squeeze! your WIFE-TO-BE! your ACTUAL GIRLFRIEND!
Alice: (o:)
Alice: ( ω ) ~
Leopard: don't "ooh interesting" me, Alice! this is an OUTRAGE! they think you're collecting Tres Magia but they don't even know about US!
Alice: (눈‸눈)
Leopard: I'M NOT BEING TOO LOUD! THIS IS A TEXT CONVERSATION!
Baiser: There's more.
Utena's lips curved into a smile, tail swishing behind her with growing excitement as she sent another image—this one even more explicit, showing Azul bound in those purple ribbons, on her knees with the riding crop under her chin.
Baiser: The artist has an entire gallery.
Leopard:
Leapard: holy shit are they psychic? is this what you're planning?
Alice: ( ͡ ͜ʖ ͡)
Leopard: wait let me look up more
Utena watched with growing amusement as Kiwi fell down the rabbit hole she'd created. The chat went silent for nearly a minute, and she could imagine her girlfriend furiously searching through fanart tags.
Leopard: BAHAHAHAHA LOOK AT THIS ONE
A new image appeared in the chat—a comic strip where chibi versions of Tres Magia were trying to hold a strategy meeting about defeating Baiser, but kept getting distracted by fantasies of being dominated by her. Chibi Magenta was particularly funny, violently denying her interest while a thought bubble above her head showed explicit daydreams.
Leopard: they've got Magenta DOWN BAD
Alice: (๑ ๑)
Baiser: There are fanfics too.
Leopard: THERE ARE WHAT NOW
Alice: (ᵕ)
"Oh no," Utena whispered, suddenly realizing she might have opened a door she couldn't close. "What am I doing?"
But it was too late. Kiwi was already linking to a particularly steamy story titled "The Queen's Collection," with a summary that made Utena's cheeks burn despite herself.
Leopard: "Magia Baiser has always wanted one thing: to claim the three guardians of light as her own. When she finally captures Sulfur, the first domino falls, and the others will soon follow—whether through seduction, manipulation, or the simple truth that darkness recognizes darkness, even in the hearts of heroes."
Leopard: OMG I'M GOING TO READ IT OUT LOUD
Leopard: "Baiser's fingers traced a lazy pattern across Sulfur's bare stomach, feeling the muscles twitch beneath her touch. The once-proud heroine lay spent upon silk sheets, golden hair splayed across purple pillows like a halo of sunlight in the eternal night of Baiser's domain.
'You fought so hard,' Baiser purred, her voice a velvet caress against Sulfur's ear. 'And for what? To end up exactly where you were always meant to be—beneath me, begging for more.'
Sulfur turned her face away, shame coloring her cheeks even as her body arched into the demon's touch. 'The others will come for me,' she whispered, but there was no conviction in her voice.
Baiser's laughter was like dark honey, rich and intoxicating. 'Oh, I'm counting on it, my little sunbeam. In fact, I've prepared special welcomes for each of them.'"
Alice: ()
Leopard: THIS IS SO GOOD WAIT THERE'S MORE
Utena's eyes widened as she stared at her phone screen. "What have I started?" she whispered, torn between horror and fascination as Kiwi continued:
Leopard: "'For Azul,' Baiser continued, her golden eyes gleaming with predatory intent, 'I've crafted ribbons of the finest silk—the same shade as her hair. I'll bind her so beautifully, each knot a work of art against her pale skin. She thinks herself so controlled, so composed—but I'll make her beg until her voice breaks.'
Sulfur shivered, not entirely from fear. 'And Magenta?'
Baiser's smile was terrible in its beauty. 'Ah, cute and sweet Magenta. She'll be the loveliest to break, but the most satisfying. For her, I have a collar that will bend her will, and wash her brain full of nothing but pleasure and lucious thoughts of submission.'"
Baiser: Kiwi, maybe we should—
Leopard: WAIT THIS PART IS SO HOT
Leopard: "'And what of me?' Sulfur asked, her voice barely audible. 'Now that you have me, what am I to you?'
Baiser's fingers traced up from Sulfur's stomach to cup her chin, forcing the golden-haired heroine to meet her gaze. 'You, my sunbeam,' she purred, 'are just the beginning. My first treasure. The cornerstone of my collection.'
Her thumb brushed across Sulfur's lower lip, feeling it tremble beneath her touch. 'And soon, you'll help me welcome your friends into our happy little family.'"
Alice: (‿)
Leopard: AAAAAA THIS IS SO GOOD BUT ALSO I'M KINDA JEALOUS? LIKE THIS SHOULD BE ABOUT ME TOO?
Baiser: I think we've gone far enough down this rabbit hole.
But Kiwi was unstoppable now, her excitement palpable even through text.
Leopard: no no wait there's this other one where you make them all compete for your attention and it's hilarious
Leopard: "Magia Azul adjusted her glasses with trembling fingers. 'This is highly inappropriate,' she said, even as her eyes lingered on the curve of Baiser's lips."
Leopard: wait why does she have glasses? oh whatever.
Leopard: "'Everything about me is inappropriate, darling,' Baiser replied with a wink that made Azul's cheeks flame crimson. 'That's what makes me so much fun.'
Magia Magenta slammed her hand on the table. 'We are NOT here to flirt! We're here to negotiate the return of our teammate!'
Baiser's smile was pure sin. 'Who says we can't do both?'"
Alice: (｡• ᵕ •｡)
"This is getting out of hand," Utena muttered, her tail curling nervously around her ankle. The fan creations were amusing when she was alone, savoring them in private, but having them read aloud in the group chat felt strangely exposing—as if her deepest fantasies were being aired for everyone to see.
Baiser: I think that's enough for tonight.
Leopard: ARE YOU KIDDING THIS IS JUST GETTING GOOD
Leopard: oh my god there's an 180k slow burn where you seduce them one by one and it's got like a thousand comments
Alice: (｡ ‿ ｡)
Leopard: ALICE STOP BEING HORNY ON MAIN
Alice: (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑
Utena was about to respond when another notification slid down from the top of her screen, momentarily stealing her attention from the increasingly chaotic group chat. A private message from Venalita.
She tapped on it immediately, grateful for the distraction from Kiwi's enthusiastic deep dive into explicit fanfiction. She didn't trust the mascot anymore, but Venalita DID have some uses. 'At least until I find someone else to manage Enormita's merchandising department.'
The message contained three images and a short text:
"Prototypes complete! What do you think of the little darlings?"
Utena's eyes widened as she examined the photos. The first showed a meticulously crafted figurine of herself as Magia Baiser—standing tall and proud, one hand on her hip, the other extended as if beckoning the viewer closer. The detail was exquisite, from the intricate folds of her corset to the mischievous curl of her tail. The sculptor had captured her essence perfectly—seductive yet dangerous, alluring yet threatening. The glossy finish gave her tiny horns a golden gleam, and the painted expression on her face was pure sultry confidence.
"Oh my," Utena breathed, tail flicking with surprise and delight.
She swiped to the second image—Leopard's figurine. Where Baiser's pose was calculated seduction, Leopard's was pure kinetic energy. The figure was captured mid-leap, wild hair flowing behind her, her fanged grin perfectly rendered in an expression of manic delight. One clawed hand was stretched outward as if about to grab something—or someone. The detailing on her nearly naked body as well as her smoke and shadow covered limbs was painstaking and there was a gleeful ferocity in her tiny painted eyes that was unmistakably Kiwi.
The third image showcased Alice's figurine, and Utena couldn't suppress a delighted giggle. The contrast with the other two was striking. Where Baiser was seductive and Leopard was dynamic, Alice was captured in a deceptively innocent pose—head tilted slightly, hands clasped behind her back, a sweet smile on her face. But the sculptor had added a subtle detail that made all the difference—a barely perceptible gleam in the eyes that hinted at the chaos lurking beneath the cute exterior.
"Fufufu~" Utena laughed softly, remembering the late-night conversation with Venalita that had sparked this project, one of things that she had used to fill the time before she finally slept. It had been a simple back and forth text conversation, but it had done the job.
"Perfect timing," she murmured, switching back to the Enormita group chat where Kiwi was still enthusiastically sharing increasingly explicit fanfiction excerpts.
Baiser: Look what Venalita just sent me.
She forwarded the three images to the group chat, effectively derailing Kiwi's fanfiction recitation.
Leopard: OMG IS THAT US?
Alice: (ﾉヮ)ﾉ:･ﾟ
Leopard: HOLY SHIT THEY'RE SO DETAILED! LOOK AT MY LITTLE FANGS! AND MY EARS! MY TITS LOOK SO GOOOOOOOD! IT'S PERFECT!
Leopard: wait are these for sale? are we getting MERCH? ARE WE GONNA BE RICH?
Baiser: Just prototypes for now. Limited run for the Enormita fanclub to test the waters.
Leopard: WE HAVE A FANCLUB?
Alice: ()
Leopard: since WHEN? why didn't anyone TELL ME?
Baiser: Since about three or four weeks ago. It's still small.
Utena smiled to herself, remembering how surprised she'd been when Venalita had first brought up the idea. A dedicated fanclub for Enormita had seemed ridiculous at first—who would openly support villains?—but the membership had grown steadily, particularly after the Sulfur incident.
Leopard: ok but WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME? I AM LITERALLY THE FACE OF ENORMITA!
Alice: (ω;)
Leopard: EXCUSE ME? I AM! Baiser is the brains and the beauty and the dommy mommy sexyness and I'M the face! the MASCOT! the RECOGNIZABLE ONE!
Baiser: I wouldn't go that far.
Leopard: I WOULD!
Alice: (_;)
Baiser: Can we please get back to the figurines? What do you think of them?
Utena's tail flicked impatiently. Sometimes managing Kiwi was like herding an excitable kitten—all boundless energy and easily distracted by shiny objects.
Leopard: they're AMAZING! I want twenty of Baiser! Can I get one where I'm standing on Sulfur's back? Or maybe one where you and me are hip to hip like a real battle couple?
Alice: ( ‿ )
Leopard: OMG ALICE YES WE SHOULD DO A COMBO FIGURINE WHERE WE'RE BACK TO BACK LIKE BADASSES!
Utena sighed and flopped back against her pillows, tail curling around her thigh as she typed.
Baiser: One thing at a time. We need to see how these sell first.
Leopard: THEY'LL SELL LIKE CRAZY! who wouldn't want a hot demon girl figurine on their shelf?
Alice: ( •ω• )
A new notification pinged—another private message from Venalita.
"By the way, these have been leaked online for about an hour now. The reaction has been... interesting. Just thought you should know!~"
"What?" Utena sat bolt upright, her tail bristling. "Venalita!"
She immediately navigated to the fan communities, and sure enough, the prototype images were everywhere, stirring up a frenzy of reactions.
"ENORMITA FIGURINES CONFIRMED?"
"SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY!"
"I need that Baiser figure like I need AIR."
But it was the comments from a certain subset of fans that made Utena's heart race:
"Isn't this like... selling merchandise of terrorists? These are literally villains who have destroyed parts of the city."
"Would you buy a figurine of a serial killer? That's basically what this is."
"Enormita has hurt people. Real people. This is disgusting."
"I can't believe they're profiting off of this. Magia Baiser seduced Sulfur and now she's going to make money from it?"
Badump-badump-badump went her heart as she read comment after comment. The backlash was expected, but seeing it in real-time still sent an electric thrill through her. Controversy meant attention. Attention meant influence.
"Perfect," Utena whispered, her tail swishing with excitement. She switched back to the group chat.
Baiser: There's been a leak. The figurines are already online.
Leopard: WHAT? WHO LEAKED THEM? I'LL KILL THEM!
Alice: (_)
Baiser: Venalita claims it was "accidental." The internet is already divided.
Leopard: divided how? who wouldn't want these? they're PERFECT!
Utena hesitated, her fingers hovering over the screen. She didn't want to dampen Kiwi's enthusiasm, but reality was reality.
Baiser: Some people are upset about "glorifying villains" and "profiting off terrorism."
There was a noticeable pause in the chat. Utena could almost see Kiwi's face falling, her excited energy dimming.
Leopard: oh.
Leopard: but we're not terrorists! we're just...
Another pause.
Leopard: okay maybe we've blown up a few things. and slapped around some magical girls. and there was that whole thing with the TV station...
Alice: (﹏)
Leopard: BUT WE'RE STILL COOL! AND HOT! PEOPLE LOVE US!
Baiser: Some do. That's what matters.
Utena switched back to the fan forums, scrolling through more comments. A heated debate was unfolding in real-time, factions forming and dissolving with dizzying speed.
"How is this any different from people who collect serial killer memorabilia? It's sick."
"Tres Magia would never approve of this."
"Tres Magia doesn't control the market lol"
"I bet Baiser herself is behind this. She's been grabbing attention since she was first seen."
That last comment made Utena snort. "Well, they're not wrong," she murmured to her empty bedroom, tail curling with amusement. "Though I mostly just want Tres Magia's attention."
But then she saw another comment that made her pause, tail freezing mid-swish:
"I can't believe a magical girl would ever submit to this demon. Sulfur must be under mind control. There's no way she'd willingly sleep with a villainess."
The words struck a chord deep within Utena, resonating with an uncertainty she rarely acknowledged. Her relationship with Sulfur—with Kaoruko—was... complicated. There had been willing submission, yes, but also genuine connection. Moments of vulnerability that went beyond mere conquest. She was determined to be a hero, to be the magical girl everyone looked up too, she was just ALSO her girlfriend. *'A girlfriend I haven't seen in over a week…'* she thought quietly to herself'
"Fufufu~" she laughed softly, but it sounded hollow even to her own ears. "They really don't understand at all, do they?"
Her phone pinged with another message from the group chat.
Leopard: so what do we do? should we be worried?
Baiser: No. Controversy sells. This is exactly what we want.
Alice: (‿)
Leopard: i guess... but i don't like people saying mean things about us! we're not terrorists!
Utena's fingers hovered over the screen, uncertain how to respond. The line between villainy and terrorism was blurrier than she sometimes liked to admit. Lord Enorme was a terrorist, certainly—willing to sacrifice innocent lives for her twisted goals. But what was she? What was Enormita under her leadership?
*'I've mostly just been using this to get close to my Magical Girls so I can make them mine… But… What if I get them all, what then? I guess I haven't really thought about what to do if I win.'*
Baiser: We're villains, Kiwi. People are supposed to be afraid of us.
Leopard: but there's like... cool villains and then there's BAD villains, you know? like, we're the sexy kind! the kind people root for!
Alice: (づ )づ
Leopard: exactly! we're the "oh no, they're hot" kind of villains!
Despite herself, Utena smiled. Kiwi's perspective was refreshingly straightforward and untainted moral complexities. 'Never change Kiwi, please.'
Baiser: Well, the figurines will help with that image. People don't make merchandise of villains they truly fear.
Leopard: TRUE! omg we're going to be collectibles! that's like... a step away from plushies!
Alice: ()
Leopard: ALICE DON'T EVEN JOKE ABOUT THAT I WOULD DIE FOR AN ENORMITA PLUSHIE LINE
Utena set her phone down for a moment, stretching her arms above her head. Her tail uncurled from her thigh, swishing lazily in the air as she considered her next move. The night had taken an unexpected turn—from browsing fan reactions to Sulfur's 'corruption', to stirring the pot with provocative posts, to discovering her own merchandise was about to hit the market.
"It's all part of the game," she murmured to herself, golden eyes gleaming in the dim light.
Her phone pinged again. Utena sighed, expecting more of Kiwi's enthusiastic ramblings about merchandise possibilities, but instead found a notification from a different source entirely.
A private message from Kaoruko.
Her heart skipped a beat, tail suddenly rigid with attention. They hadn't spoken in person since the day Kaoruko had stormed up onto the school roof during lunch to reveal that she knew she was Baiser. That had been a memorable conversation. She had been so beautiful, so feisty as she bickered with Kiwi over her. That was the day Kaoruko had really become her girlfriend. Aside from that, the last time they had texted was almost a week ago now.
Utena's finger hovered over the notification, suddenly hesitant. What could Kaoruko possibly want? Was she angry? Regretful? Or perhaps...
"Only one way to find out," she murmured, tapping the message.
The screen changed, revealing a simple text:
"Have you seen what they're saying about us?"
Utena's lips curved into a slow smile, tail relaxing and beginning to sway with newfound interest. So Kaoruko had been following the discourse too.
"Of course I have," she typed back. "I'm rather enjoying it, actually."
Three dots appeared immediately, pulsing as Kaoruko composed her response. Utena watched them, hypnotized by their rhythm, imagining Kaoruko's fingers tapping furiously at her phone screen, perhaps biting her lower lip in that adorable way she did when concentrating.
"It's humiliating," came the reply. "They're talking about me like I'm some... some conquest. Some trophy you've claimed."
Utena's tail curled with delight. "Aren't you, though?" she typed, then paused, finger hovering over the send button. Too cruel? Perhaps. She deleted it and tried again.
"Does it bother you because it's untrue, or because it is true?"
The three dots appeared, disappeared, then appeared again. Kaoruko was struggling with her response. Utena could almost see her, golden hair falling across her face as she stared at her phone, conflicted and flustered.
"I…It's not that simple and you know it."
She could just about feel Kaoruko's blush.
"Nothing worth having ever is," Utena replied, settling back against her pillows, getting comfortable for what promised to be an interesting conversation.
"I suppose you're enjoying all this attention," Kaoruko continued, her message appearing moments after Utena's reply. "All this... speculation about your 'conquest' of Tres Magia."
Utena's tail swished playfully behind her, its heart-shaped tip pulsing with excitement. There was something delicious about Kaoruko's indignation—the way she pretended to be offended while clearly being just as invested in the discourse as Utena herself.
"Don't tell me you haven't been following it too," Utena typed, a knowing smile playing across her lips. "I bet you've read at least one of those fanfics."
The three dots appeared, disappeared, then reappeared. Kaoruko was flustered. Utena could almost see her—cheeks flushed pink, golden hair falling across her face as she struggled to formulate a suitably outraged response.
"That's completely irrelevant."
"Fufufu~" Utena laughed softly to herself. "So you have read them. Which one was your favorite? The one where you beg me to claim you, or the one where you fight until the very end before finally surrendering?"
"STOP IT," came Kaoruko's immediate reply. "This isn't funny. People are saying terrible things about me. They're saying I've been... corrupted."
Utena's mirth faded slightly, her tail slowing its excited movements. There was real hurt beneath Kaoruko's words—a vulnerability that reminded Utena of the complexity of their relationship. This wasn't just about teasing; it was about Kaoruko's identity, her reputation, her sense of self.
"Are you worried about what people think?" she typed, her tone softening. "Or about what your teammates think?"
Another pause, longer this time. The three dots appeared and disappeared several times, as if Kaoruko was typing, deleting, and retyping her response.
Utena's tail curled around her own leg, a gesture of self-comfort as an unexpected wave of guilt washed over her. She hadn't considered how Kaoruko's teammates might be treating her in the aftermath of their public exposure.
"I'm sorry," she typed, surprising herself with the sincerity of the sentiment. "I didn't think about how this would affect your relationships with them."
The message finally came through, and it made Utena's breath catch in her throat.
"They've been... understanding. More than I deserve, maybe. Magenta keeps saying that feelings are complicated, and that she gets it. She still remembers that day at the park with you and that night at the stadium, she really wants to talk to you about them. I get the feeling that she is holding in a lot more than she lets on. And Azul..." Kaoruko paused, the three dots pulsing again. "Azul just gives me these looks sometimes. Like she knows something I don't."
Utena's tail flicked with interest, its heart-shaped tip quivering. "What kind of looks?" she typed, suddenly very curious about the teal-haired magical girl's reaction.
Another pause, this one briefer. "Like she's trying to figure something out. She watches me when she thinks I'm not looking. And yesterday, she asked me what it was like... being with you."
"Fufufu~" Utena couldn't suppress her soft laugh, a warm flush spreading across her cheeks. "And what did you tell her?"
The three dots appeared, disappeared, then reappeared. Kaoruko was clearly struggling with how to answer.
"I told her it was none of her business."
Utena rolled onto her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows, tail swishing playfully behind her. "But that's not what you wanted to say, was it?" she pressed, enjoying the mental image of Kaoruko squirming uncomfortably under Azul's curious gaze.
"Stop it."
"You wanted to tell her," Utena continued, undeterred by Kaoruko's protest. "You wanted to tell her how good it feels when I—"
"I SAID STOP IT!" The capitalization conveyed Kaoruko's frustration perfectly. "This isn't a game, Utena!"
The use of her real name rather than 'Baiser' gave Utena pause. Her tail stilled, curling protectively around her ankle as she considered her next words carefully.
"I'm sorry," she typed, meaning it. "You're right. It's not a game." She hesitated, then added, "At least, not just a game."
A long pause followed. Utena found herself holding her breath, waiting for Kaoruko's response. The three dots appeared, disappeared, then reappeared several times.
"I hate that I miss you," came the eventual reply, the words landing like a physical blow to Utena's chest. "A lot… I never thought I'd miss someone so much."
Her tail uncurled from her ankle, swishing with agitation as unexpected emotions welled up within her. "I miss you too," she typed, the admission surprisingly easy to make. "When can I see you?"
"It's complicated. Soon I hope, but Tres Magia has been on high alert and training since... well, since everything happened. Vatz has been acting weird too, like she is busy with something."
"Weird how?" Utena typed, her tail flicking with interest. She had never met Tres Magia's mascot and had only seen it, her, personally once in a stand off against Tres Magia before the battle that had resulted in that leaked sextape.
"Secretive. Jumpy. She keeps having these hushed conversations on her phone. And she is never around for long, always just popping in to deliver us lunch before rushing away. It's... unsettling."
Utena's brow furrowed. This was unexpected information. Vatz had always been overly enthusiastic and transparent—annoyingly so. Secretive behavior from the fluffy mascot was concerning.
"Maybe she's just worried about you," Utena offered, though she didn't quite believe it herself.
"Maybe." Kaoruko didn't sound convinced either. "But it feels like something else. Like she's planning something."
A chill ran down Utena's spine, her tail bristling slightly. "Planning what?"
"I don't know. But whatever it is, it has her stressed."
"That's... concerning."
The conversation lulled for a moment, neither of them quite sure how to proceed. Utena's thoughts raced, considering the possibilities. Was Vatz orchestrating some kind of counter-attack against Enormita or Lord Enorme? Was she communicating with the Magia Guild? Or was it something else entirely?
"I should go," Kaoruko finally messaged. "It is getting late."
Utena's tail drooped with disappointment. "I suppose it is."
She hesitated, then typed, "Be careful, okay?"
"I always am," came Kaoruko's reply. Then, after a moment: "You too. I will see you soon, just wait for me. Please."
Utena smiled. "For you, I'll wait as long as it takes. Sweet dreams, Kaoruko. I miss you, hope we can see eachother soon." *'Though if I have to wait too long I'll come find you myself, my little spitfire.'*
She could almost feel the smirk on Kaoruko lips at her next reply, and the bashful smile that came after. "Don't go gettin too soft on me, you succubus… I miss you too… Goodnight, sweet dreams."
A soft ping signaled that Kaoruko had disconnected. Utena stared at her phone screen, an unfamiliar tightness in her chest. Her tail curled around her waist, seeking comfort.
"What are you up to, little mascot?" she murmured to the empty room.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a flurry of notifications from the Enormita group chat. Kiwi and Alice were still excitedly discussing merchandise possibilities, their conversation having spiraled into increasingly elaborate fantasies.
Leopard: AND THEN we could have BATTLE DAMAGE versions where we look all sexy and torn up after fights!
Alice: ( •ω• )
Leopard: AND SEASONAL SWIMSUIT EDITIONS!
Leopard: AND COSPLAY ONES TOO! Like, can you imagine a Baiser in a nurse outfit? Or me in a maid costume? We'd sell MILLIONS!
Alice: ()
Utena sighed, shaking her head fondly at Kiwi's enthusiasm. Her mind, however, remained fixed on Kaoruko's troubling news about Vatz. Mascots were enigmatic creatures at the best of times, but secretive behavior from one was genuinely concerning.
Baiser: I'm going to sleep. Don't stay up too late fantasizing about merchandise that doesn't exist yet.
Leopard: BUT IT WILL EXIST! AND IT WILL BE GLORIOUS!
Alice: (ω)
Leopard: fine fine, sweet dreams Baisy! dream of me! Love you!
Utena set her phone aside, rolling onto her back and staring up at the darkened ceiling. Her tail curled lazily across her stomach as her thoughts drifted. The fanart, the figurines, Kaoruko's message—it all swirled together in her mind, creating a tapestry of conflicting emotions.
"Fufufu~" she laughed softly to herself. "What a strange night."
Her eyelids grew heavy, the day's excitement finally catching up to her. As she drifted toward sleep, images flickered through her mind—Kaoruko's defiant blue eyes, Azul's curious gaze, Vatz's suspicious behavior. And beneath it all, a current of anticipation, a sense that something significant was building just beyond her perception.
"Soon," she murmured, tail twitching one last time before stilling against her skin. "Soon..."