And so, things proceed apace. Though Enormita’s attacks are small in scale, seemingly based upon little more than robbery and i, your strategy of sowing fusion ament in those who once foolishly supported the Tres Magia is bearing fruit. More importantly, you’ve been assembling quite a little egg to work with, and even started ext tribute from local busio preserve themselves against your assault. One of them even says they’ll start selling Enormita merdise uhe table once a suitable manufacturer be found, and won’t that be a sight…
You’re certaires Magia will show up soon, and strohan before. Magical girls are so annoying like that, finding new wellsprings of power…so that’s all the more reason to solidate your own forces as well.
And of course, Venalita seems quite vihat Magia Baiser and Leoparde have betrayed the anization, so you’re prepared to battle your daughter atention-seeking lirlfriend too soon enough. That little mascot is surely scheming, but that doesn’t really yht now. You’ll burn that bridge when you get to it!
In the meantime, settling in for an evening anime marathon in the proje room, you’ve been w on your plot to vert Mei into a servant of evil.
“Why now? Why this? How you keep fighting with such vi, and great strength, when you have no oo defend and nothing to fight for? A…”
“What difference is that supposed to make?!”
Much bribery of Nero Alice was needed, and she’s currently happily hugging her new Ha*nter plushie aing on a life-size K*dabra, your cables lovingly ed around her and sparking against her transformation star. But you’ve got your hands on some of her dollhouses, and have started extensively modifying it. Building around it. Creating and enviro full of what you need for your beloved Morio flourish. A perfect little flytrap for your perfect flower.
But Alice isn’t the only oing that treatment.
Surrounded by dessert coffees, kimchi, mecha anime Blu-Rays, and pmo, your beloved Lord Enorme is getting her own little tentacle spa, opening her lips and sug on one of your cables as you spark and tingle against her own star.
Absolutely ance. She wahis. She gdly wahis. his, more than she’d needed anything in her life.
Yes…yes, it was only natural to let her advisor pamper her. Massage her. Fill her lips. It was ever so being of Victricia Baiser to treat her Lord properly. To make her tio make her brain tingle and buzz and glow. It was safe. It was warm. A good servant should make her Lord feel small and fuzzy and lovely and helpless. So fortable. So distant from all of her troubles.
Such a sweet subordinate of Lord Enorme’s, to treat her this well! All those inpetents Lousid Leberblume could do was offer a vessel for her frustrations, but beloved Victricia could finally make Enorme feel safe.
Lord Endly suckles on your cable, eyes rolling up, as she fondles her breasts, gdly accepting your treatment. God, you’ve only bee fonder and fonder of her! She reminds you so much of your dear departed wife, really…you want to make all of her troubles such a distant memory, and take care of everything for her, and make her so very deliciously small ??
Letting your puterized brain split your attentioween modifying the dollhouse and modifying your beloved girls’ brains, you tio work into the night…
…
…
“…so, we’re not staying here for this, right?” says Lousica up he projector, crossing her arms and huffing. “We’re nothing more than a third wheel now. Our so-called ‘Lord’ has turned into…into…”
“A simp?” Leberblume spits out a peach pit as she leans ba her chair. “e on. The two of us should really just take that bitch out. Do it now, she wouldn’t even notice.”
“Yeah, and then Lord would kill us…or worse.” Loco rolls her eyes. “Let’s face it, this ‘advisor’ has been looking to cut us off from the start. It’s happening just as you thought. It’s about time we got out of this dead-end job.”
“Not just yet.”
“…huh? Why the fuot?! Now’s not the time for you to just start being all aloof and cool, you know?!”
Leberblume just…gestures over to the pile of money Enormita’s been building up through its current activities. “Because, oh great Princess Matama, if we’re not gonna take her out, we may as well get a bit richer before we blow this taco stand. Ohe Tres Magia, Fucker Junior, and ge Leopardon show up, we betray Lord and keep all the cash. Enough gacha rolls and karaoke boxes for the rest of our lives, and more besides. Doesn’t that sound like a riot?”
“Heh. I guess if you put it that way, I ’t argue with it.” Loco adjusts her cap. “…you know, sometimes, you have good ideas, Nemo. Occasionally.”
“Heh. More often than you.”
“Why, you…!”
“Venalita…” In the dead of night, far from either the Tres Magia or the Lord Squad, two maseet under cover of darkness. “You ’t really expect me to trust you.”
“I don’t, Vatz. I just expect you to work with me long enough to solve this little issue of ours.”
“It’s your fault in the first pce! There’s a reason we don’t give anyone over the age of 25 transformers. Their emotions are just too intense, and they’re ed by the power!” Vatz shakes her head. “That should go even for you. It’s the ohing we could both agree on.”
“Do you wao grovel ahat’d make you happy, I’m sure.”
“I just want you to open your eyes…”
"But her activities are more of a threat to your strategy than mine, aren’t they, Vatz? She’s realized that assaulting your supporters and fans is far more effective than a direct assault could ever be. Eventually, she’s going to figure the e out.
“…fine.” Vatz sighs. “The threat represented by Victricia Baiser is too great to ignore. Especially if she’s reprogramming transformation items. I’ll make sure the Tres Magia and yirls get along until it’s dealt with.”
“We’ll be back to being enemies soon enough. But it’s no good for either of us if she wins. Remember that.” Venalita floats off into her portal. “Bye bye!”
“…and here, I thought you wouldn’t be scared of anything,” Vatz whispers to herself once Venalita’s left. “Maybe there’s hope for you after all, Vena.”
And above, out of sight from either, the TV preseengeiji Holy, watches and records the enter…
and she’s already chosen her side.
“Follow the white rabbit.”
That’s the only message that Morino Mei was left in her precious Korisu’s bed, signed with a kiss by Victricia Baiser’s bck lips, that made Mei’s body tingle just from the touch. It was obviously a trap. For whatever reason, Baiser wasn’t just targeting her daughter, but her.
Why Mei? She had nothing to do with the magical girls. Truth be told, she was starting to sympathise with the people who saw them as a bit obnoxious. She didn’t approve of what Enormita did, of course, but it was hard to say that she thought of the Tres Magia as worthy role models to her daughter at this point…
But this meant Mei couldn’t simply leave it all unanswered. Not the least of which, when a D*ihatsu M*dget II carrying a giant white rabbit plushie in the back drove under her baly, a being invitation from Enormita to follow.
By the time Mei got downstairs, pepper spray in her purse, the truck was gone, but in its pce were little rabbit plushes, decorations, and even little mallow treats (which Mei was very tempted to eat, but didn’t, because who knows where they’ve been?). She must have looked a sight, following all these Easter-like breadcrumbs, until she walked into a shadowy alley and picked up an ami rabbit…
and she was, all at once, somewhere else entirely.
Under golden, sunny skies, the air felt altogether peculiar, aainly she was no longer anywhere in Japan; the smell of fried foods and riveriers hit the air, and a sign in English told her she stood on a Folly Bridge iown of Oxford, and down upon the River Thames sat a little white rowboat, with the name ‘March Hare’ painted upon its side…
(But the March Hare isn’t the same as the White Rabbit, Mei briefly protests, but she quashes those thoughts quickly. After all, she’d heard her beloved Naoko speak of saving up to travel to Oxford someday, perhaps sailing dowhames or the Oxford al in a narrowboat…)
(Curiouser and curiouser.)
And so Mei stepped into the boat, all in the golden afternoon, and rowed her way north along the magical replica of the Thames (for surely this was not the real Oxford, for where were all the people?), as the faint sound of a piano rose around her, followed shortly by singing and rising drums and violins…
all in the golden afternoonfull leisurely we glidefor both our oars, with little skillby little arms are pliedwhile little hands make vaienceour wanderings to guide
our wanderings to guide…
(…admittedly, the engrossing and foreboding atmosphere was somewhat ruined by the faint sounds of protest, and no doubt corre, whehe songstress behind the musit off key. Which was often.)
ah, cruel three! in su hourbeh such dreamy weatherto beg a tale of breath too weakto stir the ti featheryet what one poor voice avaigainst three toogether?
against three toogether
It couldn’t be real, Mei surmised, for boats floated empty along the river, as if pced there by decoration. And had not the you member of Enormita, the feared Nero Alice, been rumored to hold the power to create worlds from dollhouses? It wouldn’t be se, to build a whole model, simply to use as a world of pure imagination…
Was this all magic was for? Just cheap tricks and illusions? A method of selling merdise to little girls, for petty theft and ry? Surely, there must be something more. Some purpose to all this. So unfair it was, fic to be reserved to a select few, and all anyone else could do was look up to those who wielded it!
our wanderings to guide…
A gentle current carried Mei’s boat (in the wrong dire, she realized, for the Thames), and she stopped rowing, realizing she could simply lie down and stare up at the skies of Engnd that Naoko had so admired. That, in her heart, Mei knew she’d be uo ever have the time to see, on the sary she got, in the world they’d been given.
How little she’d been given such ces to rex, Mei thought! How silly it was, that such a ce was given to her by an anization of evil! She works and she works and she works, and for what? She ’t even keep her employees safe…even Naoko is stantly at risk. And for who?
It almost makes the idea of world domination not seem so bad…
Eventually, as Mei feels herself almost ready to drift off, the boat gently slots into a little dock past a stone bridge, and Mei extricates herself from the boat, witnessing what looked like nothing more than a dollhouse so much like the ones she’d bought for her daughters, brought to life in full size, greeted by another song.
watashi wa asa no yume wo miru
It was like she’d stepped into one of Korisu’s pytimes…
mada dame yomada dame yonani iro noasa ga kuru?mada dame yomada dame yomada yoru wa tabekake yo
though, perhaps the ‘white rabbit’ that greeted her wasn’t the kind that Korisu would imagine.
It wasn’t a cute little rabbit, or even a cute mascot e. Instead, a young woman with long bck hair and four stars on her forehead greeted Mei in what she could only describe as, well…
a reverse bunny suit.
Ill-sidered visits to corporate in Tokyo had left Mei more familiar with this kind of thing than she might otherwise be, with more than one night ending up in the seedy bits of Shinjuku, watg JAV stars and fners perform for their pleasure. What the woman was wearing reminded her of it. The only part of her that betrayed her status as a member of Enormita was the star clipped to her hair and the four marked upon her brow, and the rest of her…
Her limbs were coated in shiny white, impossibly tight and eye-catg. Her neck bore a rge, heavy-looking red leather colr. Her belly was pletely exposed, her ample chest bearing two bck, spade-shaped pasties, not even a sirip of fabric c between her legs. Though, behind, it seemed that the rabbit had a tail…
even Mei knew where it was stuck.
(But Lord Enorme didn’t mind o. Nnnh…)
(Her beloved advisor had touched her there. At night, when it was only the two of them, when everyone else had left the base, Enorme found herself pletely uo resist. A mature, experienced woman wao show her such pleasures; how could she ever refuse?)
(Nnh! Her fingers, her cables, showed her how delicious it could be, to be filled back there! You told Ehat she was so very sensitive in her anus, and that you hadn’t seen anyone squirm like that since your dear departed wife! It felt so good to be useful, to be needed, and to be full…)
(And Morino Mei, well, she was just in Enorme’s strike zooo. Why should a Lord refuse spreading the love? Even if it means looking like this, it’s all for Victricia Baiser’s sake! For your sake! All for that tihat only you give her…)
(The tail in her butt, just makes it better…)
“Ah, we’ve been expeg you,” says the white rabbit, bowing deeply to Morino Mei before the dollhouse. “The Mad Queen Mother, Morihe mistress of the house has been looking forward to meeting you.”
“Mad? I’m not mad,” says Mei, scoffing. Bold words from a woman stuffed in a bunny suit with a vibrating butt!
“Oh, but we’re all mad here! You simply must be mad, or you wouldn’t have e here!”
…Mei hated to think so, but the rabbit really had a point, huh. No sane woman would simply walk into a pce like this!
A, walk she did.
Through opulent halls, and seemingly endless corridors full of portraits of Enormita’s members, with only Leoparde missing from the walls as one song faded to another. Even Magia Baiser, the unseen daughter of Victricia Baiser, was represented among them, as if awaiting her return…
really, the piano and the wailing guitars clearly marked the mistake Morino Mei was making.
Who would bother with a trick like this? What could she possibly have that Enormita would want? And what kind of danger was she walking into?
Even so, she would do it. For her daughter, if nothing else…
Do you mean it? Do you mean it? Do you mean it?Why don’t you mean it?Why do I follow you?And where do you go?
Into the courtyard. Into the depths of evil. (Whie people always suspected y in Oxfordshire, surely.)
The courtyard erhaps predictably, a chessboard, filled with shadowy bck chess pieces across the board. The three balies above…
Ohe singer, Lousica, dressed up as another reverse bunny and forced to sing nigh-naked, abused by bck, whip-like cables whenever she missed a beat.
The instruments, handled by Leberblume’s shadowy trol of tless synthesizers and mixers, clearly under a simir amount of duress…
You’ve never seen nothing like it, no never in your lifeLike going up to heaven and then ing back aliveLet me tell you all about it(and the world will so allow it)Ooh, give me a little time to chooseWater babies singing in a lily-pool delightBlue powder monkeys praying in the dead of night
And upon the tre throne, you sat, holding Nero Alice tightly in your p, who raised her head and her hand in and toward your beloved Morino Mei.
Here es the Bck Queen, poking in the pileFie-Fo the Bck Queen, marg single fileTake this, take that, bring them down to size(March to the Bck Queen)
“Oh, Queen of Hearts!” the white rabbit yelled, gesturing outward broadly. “I have brought you and the Bck Queen the prize you so sought!”
The…prize? It was all for Mei? Why the fuck were Victricia Baiser and Nero Alice putting on aire musical for her, anyway?! At least they could have do with someone who sing!
“Prize? I find that hard to believe,” says Mei. “What motivation could you possibly have for someone like me to e here? Heh, unless Enormita is just another arden gang of criminals? A glorified magical yakuza?!”
“Oh? Really, now, Morino Mei. You think I don’t have any motivation? Tell me, do you nnize your daughter?” You lean down aly stroke Alice’s cheek, who smiles for you and her mother.
Indeed, Mei didn’t reize her…not until you poi out. And afterward, she screamed iive, and pulled out her pepper spray again, and stood upon your chessboard ready to challenge you.
“Temper, temper!” You cluck your tongue. “Now, Nero Alice here – who I will say is part of anization of her own free will – wants you to join us! Personally, I’m not vinced, but I’ll give you the ce to prove yourself.”
You gesture to Alice, stroking her lovingly with your cables, and she pulls out the heart-shaped transformation item you reprogrammed, tossing it toward her mother, who catches it in her palm.
“This is…!”
“Well? Face me if you wish. I’m more than happy to provide a fair fight…or, well. Fair-ish.” You wink toward Lod Leberblume, who daren’t protest.~ “Though, if you’d rather, I could just send you back right now…”
Moriakes a moment to stare at it. But the decision is iable. Because it’s a choice between the miraagic, or simply walking away. You couldn’t turn away from that choice, even having every reason to. No one given that offer could.
Aher does Mei.
Steadying herself, she raises her hand, holding that heart within, and…
she starts to sing.
A voice from behind me reminds me,“Spread out your wings, you are an angel!”
Vines sprout from the ground of the courtyard, and embrace her whole body, her clothes ripping apart through the thorns.
Remember to deliver with the speed of light(A little bit of looooooove and joy!)
Her naked body is coated in vines and gauzy cloth-like lily petals, emphasizing every part of her delicious figure, so much of her perfect skin bared.
Everything you do bears a will and a whyAnd a wherefore(A little bit of love and jooooooooy!)
An angelig flows off one shoulder, one of her arms coated in a gigantic lily with a wicked pnt whip, a halo over her head aransformation item as a diadem on her forehead with a gree…
In ead every soul lies a girl very soon, she’ll deceive and discoverBut even 'till the end of her lifeShe’ll bring a little loooooove!
You practically see the point where she es! She’s so clearly enjoying the experience even more than you did! What a wondrous transformed heroine she’s bee, with a properly vilinous tenance!
The monsters at the other side of the chessboard leap forth to strike, and Mei fidently leaps forward without fear, letting her new instincts guide her. Followed by white petals like an angel’s feathers, her thorny whip shes through the monsters effortlessly!
And then, she gestures to you in challenge, and you grin to your white rabbit, giving Ali approving kiss to the forehead before you leap down…
and join the song.
I reign with my left hand, I rule with my right!I’m lord of all darkness, I’m Queen of the night!I’ve got the power!Now do the march of the Bck Queen!
It’s a flourish of whips and cables and vines and thorns and sparks and your bodies are sooangled awined, your faces so very close to one another as the two of you grope and bite and kiss and struggle against one another…
My life is in your hands, I’ll fo and I’ll fie!I’ll be what you make me, I’ll do what you like!I’ll be a bad girl, I’ll be your bad girlI’ll do the march of the Bck Queen!
Yes, this is perfect! You could never reach her with words! It’s only through magid struggle that you truly uand one another! It’s only this way that you reach her heart!
Nero Alice cps excitedly and leans in, the Queen of Hearts eagerly watg the two of you ‘fight’ for supremacy over her baly! Aah, what a sight she must see~! Oh, her vines are glorious, her tongue, her st! She’s so seductive! What a wonderous transformation! It filled her blood with aloe, her skin with chlorophyll, her lips with venom! Why shouldn’t the whole world end up as transformed heroines with wild emotions~?
Lord Eches, eagerly, openly masturbating (to the obvious disgust of your two loser minions, not that you really care about them uhey stop pying the music), groping herself, wishing so badly she could join in…
but she knows what she has to do, and so she joins the song.
Walking true to style!She’s vulgar, 'buse, and vile!Fie-fo the Bck Queen, tattoos all her pies!She boils and she bakes and she never dots her i’s!(She’s our leader~!)
Like you, Morino Mei’s power is immense…in a straight-up fight, you were almost worried you’d have to fake this, which she’d no doubt notice, but her talents in battle surpass your own! By the time the two of you are done, she’s got her vine whip around your neck, lovingly choking you out, lig her lips as vines snake from between her legs and rub between you both, even snaking inside and filling you just as you filled her.
Glorious.
Still, there’s ohing even your boss ever match you at, even as she tries to choke the life out of you while singing and vioting you…
Fet your singalongs and your lulbies,Surreo the city of the fireflies!Dah the devil i with the band!To hell with all of you hand-in-hand!But now it’s time to be gone!(La , forever!) Forever!
and that’s your ability to cheat, you think, as you shock the both of yourselves into mindless, screaming bliss.
By the time the two of you are dohe dollhouse upon your little replica Thames wargame table within the Nacht Base is an utter mess. Lord Enorme is curled up somewhere with Nero Alice sug her breast, while the loser couple has slinked off after y the st use out of them you could think of, probably with the decoy cash you left as bait. (What, did they think you’d actually just leave all your earnings out in piles rather than iing it? It’s all in 1000 yen notes anyway, it’s not nearly as much as it looks. They’ll be so pissy when they find out~)
“You really went all out on this one, didn’t you, Naoko?” says Mei, lying on top of you and dang her fiips over one of your pasties. “You couldn’t take me to Oxford on a honeymoon, so you built it yourself?”
“It’s a literary allusion,” you say, stig out your tongue. “It’s a deeply yered metaphor that provides the catalyst for a personal transformation.”
“Literary? Pft. You just looked things up on W*kipedia, barely skimmed the relevant articles, and prete was intensive research. And then hoped you’d get away with it if you just did enough song and danumbers.”
“I mean…yeah.” You waggle your hand vaguely. “But it worked, didn’t it, Lilienschwalbe?”
…you then both break down into titters and giggles.
“Don’t ever ge, Naoko. Except maybe being able to notice flirting. Or ask a girl out on a date without having to set up an eborate magical horap involving copious amounts of cht infri. …actually, on sed thought, maybe ge a bit after all.”
“Make me.~”
And with that, Mei drags herself up, and licks her lips, getting an absolutely dangerous glint in her eye.
“I have much more to do to you than that, Victricia Baiser. After all, you’ve gone and taken a vacation under false pretenses, repeatedly groped and brainwashed my only daughter, and vioted me in the middle of public.” Her vine once more deliciously s right around your fug neck. “Personally, I think you should undergo quite a lot of punishment, don’t you?”
…well, to be ho, you don’t really mind at all. Not even a hint of protest, at least not that Lilienschwalbe doesn’t want. So you merely nod, and assent to your punishment for all the pain you’ve put your beloved through to reach this point.
After all, turnabout is fair py, right?
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