Gaia's Daughters: Pandora
mc; Ff; Fdom; oral
Suzuki Kumi never considered herself to be like the other magical girls. It was her firm belief that she had received her powers by some sort of a mistake, and if she had someone to direct her complaints to, she most definitely would have.
Unfortunately for her, no-one had any idea what had caused the emergence of the magical girls two years ago, a few days after the Great Collision. What was known was that several foreign worlds—different planes of existence, drifting like tectonic plates— had simultaneously collided with the perfectly safe and ordinary world that Kumi had known until then. As a result, it was said, the fabric of reality itself had been partially ripped apart, opening paths for invaders from those other worlds. Mere moments after the event, strange creatures from other worlds begun pouring onto Earth, the majority of them with clearly malicious intent.
Mundane weaponry had little effect on their strange physiology, and it seemed like humanity would be doomed to be overrun by the extraplanar invaders. The only thing slowing their advance was the strife amongst the invaders themselves: each world invading Earth seemed to have its own agenda, its own claim on the planet they were about to conquer.
And yet, the situation seemed hopeless until young girls across the world begun manifesting strange powers of their own, gaining the capacity to change forms and to wield magic that seemed far more effective in combatting the creatures than any weapon thus far had been. After a couple of months of fierce battling, the invaders had been driven back, though not without any losses from humanity’s part. Almost half of the magical girls born as a result of that event were dead or missing, many others crippled for life.
Since then, new magical girls had been occasionally born, seemingly to replace the ones who die or get depowered. It became clear that there’s an age limit for being able to wield a magical girl’s powers; most have lost them at around the age of fifteen. Being already fourteen, Kumi didn’t have long left to enjoy her powers. That suited her perfectly fine.
As a general rule, there were just two things in common between the girls who gained the powers. They were all young, between ten and thirteen years of age; and they all had a strong sense of justice, enough bravery or foolishness to actually use their powers for the good of humanity. To fight back against the invaders, to risk their lives in doing so.
Kumi was an exception. She was sure of it. When she had first received her powers in the middle of the invasion two years ago, she had kept them a secret. She had never fought a single monster. She had transformed into her magical girl form a handful of times to test things out, of course, but she wasn’t stupid enough to paint a target on herself. She saw what it was like. Girls of her age killed or dragged screaming into worlds beyond, giving up their lives for the greater good. She could respect the girls who were ready to make a sacrifice like that, but she could never imagine doing so herself.
There was an urge, though. When she heard a scream in the night, when she sensed something was afoot, it took every ounce of her willpower to resist the calling. To resist the itch to transform and join the fight. As far as Kumi knew, every magical girl felt the urge, but she alone seemed to consistently resist it. Suzuki Kumi was no-one’s puppet. Her life was her own.
“See you tomorrow, Kumi!” Miki said, still drying her hair. Today’s club practice had been rougher than usual: there wasn’t much time before the big competition before the summer break, and the team’s captain was serious about winning this one. Kumi was definitely one of the best players in the club, and as such, she had to shoulder a lot of the expectations. Most likely, she’d be the club’s representative in the singles.
“See you tomorrow.” Kumi responded, nodding at her junior. Though Miki was new to the club and the sport in general, there was some bright-eyed innocence about her that Kumi was quite fond of. She often found herself teasing her junior in many ways, but today, she was far too tired to even do that. Giving one last wave to her clubmates, she headed out of the locker room and begun her walk home.
For a junior high school student, Kumi was a busy girl. Being a serious member of her school’s tennis club, the practice and various competitions she took part in took a significant amount of her free time. Coupled with schoolwork and the supplementary English lessons her mother had made her take, she only had so much time to spare for her hobbies and friends. Certainly, she had never had the time for a boyfriend; she had been asked out a couple of times in the past, but she had refused every offer so far. Even if she did have the time to spare, the boys hadn’t really been her type, and her parents probably wouldn’t have approved of her dating anyone just yet, anyway.
It wasn’t a surprise that the boys had interest in her, though. Kumi was an attractive girl, and despite some teenage insecurities, she was more or less aware of it herself. Though her chest was quite modest—and didn’t seem to be growing any, unfortunately—she had slim, athletic features and a pretty face to boot. Kumi was especially proud of her hair: long and straight, dark brown as her eyes, it took only minimal care for her to keep it glossy and smooth. Miki often told her it made her look like a princess. She certainly didn’t mind the comparison.
The summer uniform Kumi was wearing emphasised her best features. The shorter skirt left much of her slender thighs exposed and the short sleeves of her shirt revealed her thin, toned arms. The walk home wasn’t too bad, especially on a warm summer evening. The path took her through quiet suburbs and narrow streets, and though a bicycle would’ve made the trip much faster, she enjoyed stretching her legs and having some quiet time for her own.
The girl was little more than halfway through her journey home before she sensed that something was amiss. The dogs and birds of the neighbourhood were usually silent. It took her a few more moments to feel the tingling sensation of an open rift nearby, accompanied by the powerful desire to transform into a magical girl and go fight whatever it was that was about to come through.
Ignoring the urge, Suzuki Kumi kept her head low and began running home.
“The Anomaly has been detected,” said the Ambassador of Argyre in her mechanically melodic tone.
“Oh? Took you long enough, heehee,” responded the Ambassador of Arcadia, her voice sweet and vibrant.
The third Ambassador said nothing. But there was a smile on her lips, glossy black and as tempting as sin.
The three women were the representatives of the three worlds that had invaded the realm of humans after the Great Collision. For the first time in centuries, an armistice had been called between them. Swift results were expected. Their superiors, after all, were not happy with the status quo.
The Ambassador of Argyre was a silvered woman, more machine than a living thing. Her world was a world of total order, where all life had been subjugated and made to serve a singular will. Like all of her kind, she strived to be Perfect, and looking upon her, it was hard to find any faults. Her metallic flesh was glossy and flawless, every one of her features crafted with superb artistry. There was no trace of emotion in her expression or in her voice, and in her Perfection and beauty, she was terrifying to look upon.
Compared to her, the Ambassador of Arcadia seemed far less refined, though no less alluring. Her body was that of a young human girl’s, though her warm yellow skin and her elfin ears made it clear that she was no mortal. A single flower, unlike anything that grows on Earth, decorated her green hair; her eyes, golden yellow with no visible pupils or irises seemed to glow with a soft light. Her world was that of nature and wild hedonism, where satyrs roamed wild and where mermaids tempted others with their sweet songs. But despite her youthful appearance, she was something truly powerful and ancient, and in her inhuman grace, she was terrifying to look upon.
The third Ambassador represented the world that humanity had called Tartarus. A world of darkness and nightmares, of sweet temptations and iniquity. Her skin was milk white and her hair crimson, her dress dark and flowing, her eyes solid black orbs that seemed to suck all light out of the room. Like the world she represented, she was hauntingly beautiful and irresistibly enticing. And deeply, deeply terrifying.
The fey girl broke the silence. “Once she’s been grabbed and brought here, us two have fulfilled our parts of the contract,” she said, turning to the pale woman with a playful grin. “Can’t say it’s been easy for us, but your part seems the roughest. You sure you can handle it, lady Tartarus?”
The third Ambassador smiled back. Her inky black eyes seemed look straight through the Ambassador of Arcadia, as if she were peering into her very soul. Perhaps she was. The girl’s smile faltered, even if just for a moment. “Do not worry, child. If all is as you’ve claimed, there is not a thing you should worry about. The girl is as good as ours. And Gaia, and those who inhabit it, will finally be made vulnerable.”
“In pursuit,” the Ambassador of Argyre said, the look in her lifeless eyes distant. “Target is not expected to receive any support. Estimated time of contact: ninety-six seconds.”
They were after her. Her, specifically.
Kumi was fighting back tears, sensing the creatures get closer and closer to her location. She hoped there’d be a magical girl nearby to save her.
She couldn’t outrun them. Kumi was a good runner, but whatever was chasing her was clearly faster. They’d catch up in a matter of minute or two at best. The alternative was to stand and fight, but that was the very thing she had spent the last two years avoiding. She might’ve tested out her powers before, but actually using them to defend herself was another matter entirely. Right now, though, there didn’t seem to be much of a choice.
For the first time in months, Suzuki Kumi transformed. She could feel her school uniform vanishing, the warm breeze in the air touching her nude skin for a split second before the magical girl costume begun manifesting on her. White stockings and long gloves appeared to cover her limbs, a pair of silky white panties materialising to preserve her modesty. Next came the uniform itself: forest green and white, lined with frills and adorned with tiny ribbons through and through. The shoes that came with the costume, glossy green and lightly heeled, fit her feet perfectly.
The transformation wasn’t limited to just the girl’s clothes. Her hair turned lime green and slightly longer, her eyes switching tones from a dark brown into a vibrant green. Subtle shades of cosmetics appeared to accentuate her already pretty face, bringing out the best parts of her eyes and lips. As if to crown it all, a large ribbon appeared on the back of her head to tie her hair together and to give a finishing touch to the costume as a whole.
While Kumi was normally a very pretty girl, she was absolutely stunning in her magical girl form. It wasn’t just the clothes she was wearing or the touches of makeup on her face: there was something radiant about her, charisma and beauty no normal girl could match. Even her closest friends would’ve been unlikely to recognise her in her current form.
The transformation was far from just a superficial one. Kumi could feel the usual agility and power the form gave her. There was enough power in her legs to leap from rooftop to rooftop; she could punch hard enough to put her hand through a car door. She had never really learned to walk with heels, but in this form, it came as naturally as breathing. As much as Kumi disliked being a magical girl in general, she couldn’t deny how good the power felt.
Extending her arm in front of her, the girl summoned her weapon—a curved sabre glowing with a faint green light. The same energy that gave the blade its glow was what allowed it to slice through the invading creatures… at least, in theory. Kumi hadn’t exactly tested it on anything so far.
As usual, though, she felt a little weird. Other magical girls seemed to find their powers entirely intuitive and natural, extensions of themselves. To Kumi, though, it had always felt a little alien. The powers had never quite been her own. The strength and courage the transformation gave her felt artificial—something that came not from within her, but from some outside source. It made her uncomfortable and anxious; for now, though, she’d just have to try to ignore it.
The creatures were closing in. She could hear them approaching—there something hard clicking against the asphalt, producing a sound not unlike a horse’s hooves. Kumi drew in a deep breath, gripping her sabre like a tennis racket. Her heart beating like a drum, she waited for her pursuers to reveal themselves.
The exact number of worlds that were now linked to Earth was debatable—some said there was just a handful, some claimed there was far more than that. Nonetheless, only three of them seemed to have an active interest in the human world. Named after locations in Greek mythology by the researchers studying the phenomenon, they were most widely known as Argyre, Arcadia and Tartarus.
From the first glance, it was obvious that the beasts after Kumi right now were Argyrian of origin. They looked almost like six-legged hounds, four of them total, their bodies made from a material that resembled smooth, translucent plastic. Within them, Kumi could see wires running through them like veins, strange organs and appendices pulsating and glowing in various colours. Their eyes, glassy blue orbs within their heads, seemed entirely fixated on the terrified magical girl. She had never heard of such beasts before, had no way of evaluating how strong they would be. But by now, it was far too late to run away. Taking a shaky step closer to them, Kumi waited for them to charge in.
They did not. Instead, the hounds begun circling around the girl, trying to surround her like the pack animals they seemed to be. “D-damn. Leave me alone!” Kumi shouted, her mind desperately racing to think of a way out of the situation. She looked around. Almost completely surrounded, she did exactly what the creatures expected her to do. She jumped.
It made sense, to try to reach the rooftops. It’d be a way to break out of the circle that had formed around her. But even before her feet stopped touching the ground, the creatures around her launched something out of their mouths—long cables with metallic tips, adjusting their trajectory mid-air to home straight towards the magical girl. It was too late for Kumi to realise the inherent weakness of long jumps: once she was in air, she no longer had a way to adjust her flight path. No way to dodge the incoming wires.
Desperately swinging her sabre towards the direction of the attack, Kumi managed to slice through one of the cables with little effort. The other three, however, swiftly wrapped around her thighs and her left arm, the metal prods at the ends of the cables pushing against her bare skin. A split second later, the magical girl screamed in pain as a surge of electricity passed through her body.
Kumi landed on the roof without grace, collapsing and writhing in agony as the assault on her continued. The magical girl form might’ve made her far tougher than an ordinary human being was, but the pain was still not something she was used to. Barely managing to keep her wits together, she hacked off the cable that had wrapped itself around her left arm, but before she could move to free her legs, the creatures suddenly tugged back on the cables and dragged the magical girl straight off the rooftop. Breath escaped her lungs as she slammed against the ground. As she tried to pick herself back up, she realised in horror that the two cables she had cut before had somehow grown back.
Bruised and shocked, there was little fight left in the girl. Letting out one last pitiful cry of help, she felt the remaining wires wrap themselves around her, felt another surge of lightning pass through her. The last thing Suzuki Kumi felt before losing her consciousness was the magical girl costume dissipating off her, the sabre in her hand slowly losing its shape and form as her magic ceased to sustain it.
When Kumi woke up, she found herself afraid and alone in a dimly lit room she had never seen before. The bed she had been placed on was large and soft, covered in satin sheets so dark red they were almost black. The room itself looked like it might’ve been a small bedroom of an old mansion—heavy red carpets covered the stone floor, but beyond a large mirror on the wall and a heavy writing desk, there was little else of note. Beyond a solitary window, the girl could only see impenetrable darkness, as if nothing existed beyond the boundaries of the room.
The place had a surreal quality to it. It seemed a bit otherworldly, unreal. Kumi dragged herself up, her body still sore, and ran her fingers through the soft sheets. They felt real enough to touch, but she still couldn’t shake the feeling that she might’ve been dreaming. There was an oppressive atmosphere to the place, like something out of a nightmare. From the very corners of her eyes, the room seemed somehow blurrier, less substantial. Was it just her imagination?
Groaning slightly, Kumi tried to get out of the bed and lift herself onto her feet, but as she felt her knees buckling under her weight, she had to sit back down. She felt weak, as if she had been given a sedative of some kind—her mind was alert enough, but her body was another matter entirely.
Only then did she feel something on her chest, underneath the shirt of her school uniform. Something that didn’t belong there. Reaching her hand under her clothes and feeling around, she felt an alien object right in the middle of her chest, above her bra—something smooth and cool to the touch. Lifting up her shirt and looking at herself from the mirror, she saw it for what it was—a smooth disc of inky black rubber, sticking to her flesh as if embedded to it. Biting her lip, Kumi tried transforming again, only to feel her powers being sucked away from her the instant she tried to gather up her mana. Whatever the thing on her chest was, it was keeping her weak and pacified.
During the first invasion, many magical girls had been captured and dragged into those rifts that the creatures had come from. Their fate was still unknown. Was that what had happened to her? Was she in some other world right now, someone’s prisoner? Kumi felt a lump forming in her throat. She should’ve been grateful she was still alive, but trapped in a strange world without her powers, it was difficult to stay positive.
The door opened with a slight creak, startling the captive magical girl. For a moment, she expected a monster of some sort to come for her. Instead, she found herself facing a woman—or something with the shape of one, at least. Her skin was milky white, her hair long and crimson. A long, flowing black dress accentuated her womanly figure, silky and elegant. Tall black heels adorned her feet, and her nails and lips were coloured inky black, glossy even in the dim light of the room. Her eyes, however, betrayed her inhumanity: they were two dark orbs, so deep black the room itself seemed darker when Kumi gazed into them.
She was the most beautiful woman Kumi had ever seen. When the woman smiled at her, the girl forgot how to breathe for a moment. And yet, something inside of Kumi was screaming at her. Telling her the woman was an enemy. That she was a monster and needed to be destroyed.
“Good morning,” the pale woman said in an almost casual tone. Her voice was, if possible, just as beautiful as she was— soothing and enchanting, pleasant to listen. “Allow me to apologise for the treatment you’ve received so far. I hope we can make our future interaction far more pleasant than that.”
Kumi had been beaten, electrified and kidnapped. Even then, something about the woman’s tone made it seem like the simple apology would’ve been enough to make it all okay. The nagging inner voice within the girl didn’t relent, however, redoubling its efforts to pit her against the pale woman.
“F-future interaction? What do you want?” Kumi asked, her voice terse. She felt more annoyed at the voice inside of her than at the woman, but if the woman was displeased by the tone she took, it didn’t show on her face.
Walking over to the bed, the woman sat down next to the girl. Recoiling a bit, fear and worry clear on her face, Kumi inched a bit further away from the otherworldly woman. “Don’t be afraid, child,” she said in her soothing tone, her smile unwavering. “There is no reason for me to harm you. I’m here to ask for your voluntary co-operation, nothing else. I’m certain we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement.”
The girl felt a chill pass through her. It was difficult not to look the woman straight into her eyes. Something about their inky black depths was oddly enticing, as unnatural as they were. The voice within her was as loud as ever, however, urging her to resist the woman’s influence, to treat her as an enemy, to not listen anything she was saying...
“You can hear it, can’t you?” the pale woman suddenly asked. “That foreign thing within you. Telling you what you should do. What you should not do. Trying to control every aspect of your life…” she said, her smile turning sympathetic. “You poor child. Dragged into a war you never wanted to fight, your life taken from you against your will. You have a cruel mistress.”
Kumi blinked. “What… what are you talking about? Who are you?” She asked, her throat dry. The woman’s words more or less reflected her own thoughts on the matter. But something else about them caught her attention, too. “What mistress?”
“You may call me Nyx. That should be appropriate, I think,” she said, her inky eyes completely fixated on Kumi’s dark brown ones. “I am talking about the nature of your powers, child. The powers that were forced upon you. The powers that ceaselessly try to control your actions.”
The girl nodded slowly, forcing herself to look away for at least a brief moment. “G-go on,” she said, staring at her own hands. Creeped out as she was, she was more than a little curious to hear more.
“Your world, the planet that you live on—it possesses a will of its own. Let us call it Gaia,” Nyx explained, speaking softly. “The powers you have are how it defends itself. When your world sensed it was in danger, it granted you these powers so you could defend it. Though perhaps ‘granted’ is a bit too kindly said. Binding its own essence with mortal souls, it has made children like you its puppets, manipulating you and using you as its soldiers—disregarding your safety and free will. Gaia does not ask, it takes. And it is not a kind mistress.”
It made sense, of course. She had felt it all the first hand. Whatever it was that had given her the powers tried to make her dance to its own will, tried to use her for her own ends. A lot of girls like her had died in fulfilling the duty that had been forced upon them. “I-I understand,” Kumi said, looking at the woman again. “But why me? What… what do you want from me?”
“You’re unique, child,” Nyx said. “Gaia’s binding with you was incomplete. Her essence is only barely tied to your soul. That is why you are able to resist her call. That is why you can still act not as a puppet, but as an individual.”
So that was why the power had always felt so foreign to her. So invasive. For other magical girls, it had always been a part of them, part of their souls. It had always been different for Kumi. That is, at least if the woman was to be believed… but even that angry voice inside of her, seething with hostility towards the woman, wasn’t denying her words. Kumi felt more loathing towards that part of her—the part that gave her the powers, the part of her that had always tried to use her for its own ends—than she had ever felt before. She waited for Nyx to continue.
“All I want from you, child, is that essence. I cannot take it by force. You must give it to me voluntarily. It is still tied to your soul, even if the binding is imperfect. With your permission, and my powers, you’ll be forever rid of the duty that Gaia has forced upon you.”
It felt too good to be true. And given how beautiful and persuasive the woman was, Kumi would’ve certainly agreed to the proposal on the spot if not for that voice within her that pestered her and urged her to reconsider. But wasn’t that just the voice of Gaia, trying to defend itself? Did it even have Kumi’s best interests in its mind? “Will… will I be okay?” she asked. “Will it hurt? Will I… get to go home?”
“I will not lie, child. The process of separating the Essence from your soul will be uncomfortable,” Nyx said, shifting herself a bit closer and placing her hand on the girl’s shoulder. Kumi shivered a bit, but didn’t pull back. “But it will not be dangerous. And when everything is over, you may go home.”
Kumi closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. The woman’s haunting beauty and the strangely oppressive atmosphere of the place made it difficult to concentrate. Regardless, this didn’t seem like the sort of a decision one should make lightly.
The pale woman, Nyx, was an enemy. An invader of Kumi’s own world. Would helping her mean being a traitor to humanity? What would she do if she gained what she wanted? Could she trust her words to begin with? Would she really be okay if she helped her? “…What if I refuse?” the girl asked, her voice shaking slightly. She opened her eyes. The woman’s smile hadn’t changed.
“I cannot force you to co-operate. But, given enough time, you will wish you had done so,” she said, her voice as soft and pleasant as ever.
Kumi bit her lip. She got the hint. She was alone and powerless in a strange world, completely at the woman’s mercy. Under that incredible beauty, Nyx was a monster—a creature from a world of nightmares. Suzuki Kumi wasn’t a hero. She wasn’t the type to sacrifice herself for others. Drawing a ragged breath, she gave the woman a miserable little nod. “I-I’ll do what you want. If I get to go home.”
“Don’t worry, child,” Nyx said, leaning a bit closer to kiss Kumi on her cheek. “You will.”
The girl felt a sharp pain on her chest. She screamed. The clump of darkness that had been sticking to her skin seemed to burrow itself deeper, immediately beginning to expand through the girl’s body. It ate through her underwear and school uniform, seemingly melting them down into the same latex-like substance it was made out of. Cold and invasive, it clung to Kumi’s skin tightly, and within moments her body from her neck down was entirely covered by the material.
Drawing short, rapid breaths, Kumi stared up at the woman with a frightened expression. She couldn’t move an inch—she could barely turn her head. Gently placing her hand behind Kumi’s back, Nyx lowered her down onto the bed, reaching down to kiss the girl on her cheek again. “Stay calm, child, and do not resist. I cannot guarantee your safety if you struggle. Should you do so, I might cause irreparable damage to your very soul—and that is a fate neither of us wishes to see you suffer.”
The substance covering Kumi’s skin sapped her strength, and she found herself too weak to even speak any more. A few whimpers escaped the girl’s lips as Nyx teasingly ran her dark fingernail over her body. A moment later, the woman sunk her hand straight into Kumi’s chest; the girl let out a pained cry, tears forming into her eyes. It went deeper than it had any right to be, the pale woman’s entire hand sinking far into the captive magical girl.
Kumi had never felt as violated in her entire life. It wasn’t just her body that the woman was touching; Nyx was reaching down into her very soul, into the very core of her existence. Every instinct within her screamed for her to resist, to try to drive the invader away from her being, but the fear won out. Sobbing silently, Kumi did her best to give the pale woman a full access to her soul. What she was feeling wasn’t exactly pain—it was more akin to existential dread, sense of weakness so strong it was almost agonising.
The process continued for less than a minute. Kumi felt something being forcibly cut away from her being, the woman’s nails digging into Gaia’s essence. The voice within her, the voice still calling for her to resist the woman, grew quieter by the moment, soon to be completely silenced. When Nyx was finally done, when she withdrew her hand from within the girl, Kumi could see it holding something. It was almost invisible, like a disturbance in the air, but it shone faintly with rainbow colours and pulsed like a heart.
The girl whimpered slightly, too weak to ask if it was over. The woman nodded, answering the question Kumi couldn’t vocalise. “It’s over, child. You’ve done well. I’ll return to you shortly. I have a promise to fulfil, before that.”
Standing up and exiting the room, Nyx closed the door behind her. Kumi was once again alone, too weak to move or speak. She felt oddly empty. She felt regretful. As much as she had hated being a magical girl, it had still more or less been a part of who she had been. Gaia’s voice within her was now silenced, for better or worse. Physically and spiritually exhausted, the girl fell swiftly asleep.
“It is done,” the Ambassador of Tartarus said, holding the Essence up for everyone to see. The other two Ambassadors nodded. The theory had been correct. The Anomaly had been found. And now, the secrets were in their hands.
“So, did you…?” the Ambassador of Arcadia asked, her yellow eyes glowing with curiosity. “You found it, right?”
Nyx smiled. “Of course. And as agreed, these belong to you,” she said, splitting the rainbow-coloured Essence into three pieces. The two other Ambassadors accepted their shares.
The Ambassador of Argyre looked at Nyx, her expression as flat as ever. “The Anomaly. Argyre is willing to pay to receive her. Experimental subjects are required. Research is to be done.”
“Unfortunately, I’ve made a promise to her,” the pale woman responded, an amused expression on her face. “Besides, I’ve grown fond of her.”
The fairy giggled. “Poor girl. Well, let’s see about continuing this little truce a bit longer, shall we? It’s been pretty productive so far, heehee. With that, though, I’m off. Toodles!”
“It cannot be helped,” the silver woman said. “I, too, am in favour of continuing our current arrangement for the time being. I will take my leave.”
“Mm. I’m certain we’re all going to be busy with our… experiments,” Nyx said, watching the other two take their leave. “Good bye. We’ll meet again soon, I’m sure.”
“Wake up, child.”
Kumi opened her eyes, groaning weakly. She had no idea how long she had slept. Minutes? Hours? With how she was feeling right now, it might’ve been even longer than that. Without the voice inside of her soul screaming at her to resist the woman’s charms, Nyx looked more beautiful and enticing than ever. Right now, though, Kumi just wanted to go home. Go back to her life. She tried to tell the woman that, but couldn’t produce the words.
“Very good,” the woman said, running her pale fingers through Kumi’s dark brown locks. “You’ve done a great service for us. Not only for the world I represent, but for others as well,” she said, narrowing her eyes slightly. The smile on her face was darkly amused. “The human soul is… abstruse. Unique in its complexity. We’ve had two years to study it and ample amount of subjects to research, but none of us have managed to crack open its secrets. Not us, not the Argyrians, not the Arcadians… nor the others.”
Kumi bit her lip. Why was she telling her this? She didn’t want to be involved any longer. She wanted to forget all about this. What had happened to her, what she had done. She wanted to go home and finish up her homework. She wanted to attend her tennis practice. She wanted to eat lunch with Miki.
Nyx kept smiling. There was something creepy about her expression: it was no less charming than before, but it made the former magical girl shiver. “The Essence of Gaia was the key to unlocking the secrets that the human souls held. How does it bind with your soul? How does it change them, influence them? By studying the Essence, we could see. We could understand. We can now replicate its effects. And just like that, your defences have been stripped away from you. From you, and all of your kind. And your world will join so many others when it falls…”
The woman laughed. It was a soft, beautiful laughter, and it filled Kumi with dread unlike she had ever felt before. Something felt wrong. She didn’t know why she was so scared, but she could barely breathe. “P-please…” she managed to mumble, unable to tear her eyes around from the inky black holes that were the woman’s eyes.
“Oh, you do deserve a reward, child. I’m grateful to you, we all are. Come now, there’s no need to be scared. Let me melt away all of your worries and fears.” Nyx leaned closer and planted her black lips against Kumi’s, giving her a long, loving kiss. The girl tried to resist and scream, her eyes filling with tears, but the longer the kiss went on the weaker her struggles grew. The terror she was feeling slowly vanished, strange desire growing within her to take its place. With a soft moan, she finally responded to the dark embrace, suckling on the woman’s inky lips with some hunger.
Nyx pulled back, a thin line of saliva hovering in the air between them before breaking apart. Kumi shivered again, this time not out of fear but out of desire. The woman above her was so beautiful, so perfect—like a goddess. Kumi would’ve been ready to do anything for her. She would’ve died for her. She would’ve given up her soul for her.
“And just like that, you’re already mine,” Nyx purred, obviously pleased with the reaction she had gotten. The silken black dress that covered her figure slowly vanished away, melting into shadows and revealing her nude form underneath. Pale and perfect, her full, round breasts hung in the air above the teenage girl. Almost reflectively, Kumi tried to reach up and touch them, and despite the dark substance still coating her body like latex, she found herself able to move again. As she laid her hand on Nyx’s firm bosom, the woman rewarded her with a pleased hum before lifting her girl up into a sitting position, her chest pushed against her face.
As if in trance, Kumi obliged. Kissing and licking the woman’s round, pale breasts, suckling on her teats and kneading them with her hands, she did her best to please the woman that had taken a hold of her soul. She didn’t understand what was happening. On some level, she still wanted to resist the dark woman’s unnatural charm, but she was far too weak, far too vulnerable.
A moment later, Nyx pushed her again onto her back, kissing her on her chest and leaving a trail of kisses on her body as she moved down towards her virgin girlhood. Even through the black coating, Kumi could feel everything as if the woman was planting her kisses onto her bare skin—if anything, she was more sensitive than ever, so filled with lust and desire she could barely think.
“A-aaaah… n-no…” Kumi whimpered as Nyx finally pushed her mouth against the girl’s lower lips, playfully lapping at her folds before slipping her tongue in. The former magical girl had touched herself before, but it had never felt like this—nothing in her life had ever gotten even close to how good she felt. Her clit, covered in the same black substance as the rest of her body, was sensitive and eager, and the slightest touch of the pale woman’s tongue was enough to send shocks through the girl’s body.
When Kumi finally came, her back arching and her lungs gasping for breath, the world seemed to grow dark for a moment. Her eyes were wet with tears, her chin covered in drool; the gaze in her dark brown eyes was empty and exhausted. Nyx licked her lips, moving up to kiss the girl on the cheek once again. “And that was just the foreplay, child. Rejoice: it’s time for your true reward.”
Kumi was tired. Too tired to care any more. She was still basking in the after effects of the orgasm, her mind blank and body exhausted. She could feel the inky substance covering her expand further, creeping up her neck and cover her mouth and nose, her eyes and her hair. She could still breathe, could still hear the woman’s voice outside, but the world had gone black. She could no longer move a muscle.
“You rejected Gaia’s gift. Perhaps she was not the right mistress for you,” Nyx purred, once again placing her hand onto the girl’s chest, sinking it deep into her being. A muffled whimper escaped through the black coating over her mouth. “My own essence might serve you better. Don’t worry, child—I don’t leave things half-done. Unlike Gaia, I’ll make certain to bind you completely and finally. To dye your soul pitch black…”
If the girl could have still screamed, she would have.
When Pandora saw herself in the mirror, she smiled. She was beautiful, the very image of her mistress. Her porcelain flesh was flawless and hairless, her body toned but slender. Her tiny breasts were firm and round, her nipples erect. Her hair, once brown, was now beautifully crimson; her nails and lips were dark and glossy, her eyes as pitch black as her soul.
“Do you like what you see, Pandora?” Nyx asked, an amused smile on her lips. She didn’t truly have to ask—the girl belonged to her now, a part of her own soul bound into hers. There wasn’t a thought in the girl’s head that her mistress couldn’t sense. There wasn’t a single wish that Nyx had that her servant wouldn’t obey.
Kumi was no more. She could still recall her former life with perfect accuracy, but the girl that had called herself that no longer existed. The girl, renamed Pandora by her new mistress, turned to face her with an eager smile. “Yes, mistress. I love it.” The answer came from the heart.
“You’ll serve Tartarus well, I should think. Better than you served Gaia, at least. You have a powerful soul—you wouldn’t have been chosen by Gaia, otherwise. We’ll see if we can get you to reach your new potential, hm?”
Pandora nodded. There was nothing else to be said. Tartarus was her home now, and she would serve both its will and that of her mistress.
Things would soon change back on Earth. Humanity, like never before, was vulnerable. She was eager to return there, eager to share the darkness within her with everyone. One particular face crept into her mind.
She always did like teasing her.
