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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      魔法少女育成計画_|_Mahou_Shoujo_Ikusei_Keikaku_|_Magical_Girl_Raising_Project_
      (Anime), 魔法少女育成計画_-_遠藤浅蜊_|_Mahou_Shoujo_Ikusei_Keikaku_|_Magical_Girl
      Raising_Project_Series_-_Endou_Asari
  Relationship:
      Captain_Grace/Funny_Trick, Pfle/Shadowgale, 7753/Mana, Pukin/Wedin, Pity
      Frederica/Ripple, Snow_White/Fukuroi_Marika, Pukin/Tot_Pop, Detec_Bell/
      Lapis_Lazuline_II
  Character:
      Hitokouji_Kanoe_|_Pfle, Shibahara_Umi_|_Captain_Grace, Nemura_Kayo_|
      Funny_Trick, Totoyama_Mamori_|_Shadowgale, Nanaya_Kotori_|_7753, Mana_
      (Magical_Girl_Raising_Project), Pukin_(Magical_Girl_Raising_Project),
      Musubiya_Mine_|_Wedin, Sazanami_Kano_|_Ripple, Yoshioka_|_Pity_Frederica,
      Himekawa_Koyuki_|_Snow_White, Fukuroi_Mariko_|_Fukuroi_Marika, Jessica
      Praise_|_Tot_Pop, Lapis_Lazuline_II_|_Blue_Comet, Hioka_Shinobu_|_Detec
      Bell
  Additional Tags:
      Omorashi, Over_the_Clothes, Dirty_Talk, Cunnilingus, Sex_Toys, Squirting,
      Bath_Sex, Vaginal_Fingering, Teacher-Student_Relationship, 69_(Sex
      Position)
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-14 Updated: 2017-12-10 Chapters: 9/? Words: 12604
****** Pure & Righteous ******
by rabbited
Summary
     Explicit ficlets of various pairings.
***** pfle/gale - omorashi *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
She should've realized it sooner, given how strangely sweet Kanoe had been that
morning, offering a seat next to hers and a hot cup of tea. With her delicate
fingers tented and a warm smile on her face, a simple request was all that was
made during breakfast.
"Mamori, you mustn't stay transformed today, alright?"
Honestly, she was stupid to not have questioned it. Maybe Mamori really did
think her partner was being kind for once, the everyday string of pranks and
jokes coming to a gracious halt, enough for her to bask in a moment of harmony.
That wonderful dream was crushed within a few hours. It was almost too
blissful, Mamori thought. What was her life without waking up one morning with
marker scribbled on her face or her panties missing from her drawers?
She had been standing beside the table Kanoe sat by, idly switching between
gazing out the window and watching her Lady write paperwork, a teacup in one
hand. Despite not being transformed into her magical girl counterpart, Kanoe
was. Mamori would've most certainly struggled to voice her musing aloud, but
she really did love the way Pfle's wavy hair fell to her waist, lush and
golden. This form was beautiful and appeared quite delicate.
But her body had given her more pressing matters to think about.
"Excuse me, My Lady," Mamori had said, dipping her head. Pfle would know her
well enough to understand there was a restroom visit in order. She placed her
now fifth finished teacup on the table. "I'll be a minute."
The pen in Pfle's hand stopped writing. "Wait just a moment, Mamori," Pfle's
voice was glimmering with just a shred of mischief, something only Mamori would
pick up on.
It was then she knew she was in trouble.
"What is it…?"
Pfle now scooted her chair back and faced her partner. Whether or not she was
concerned with Mamori catching on already, it wasn't clear. "Hm, I believe that
was five cups of tea you've had. It's been six hours since your first." The eye
uncovered with her eyepatch narrowed a little. "It's uncomfortable, isn't it?"
Mamori shifted where she stood and didn't respond.
When no answer came, her partner tilted her head to the side, smiling a little.
Mamori personally felt that was her scariest expression of all. A few seconds
passed and then Pfle laughed softly, reaching a hand out to lightly rest on
Mamori's lower stomach, stroking the pleated skirt separating her fingers from
skin. "Do you know why I asked you not to transform today?" She asked simply,
looking up towards the other from beneath her lashes.
"I… have a good idea now, My Lady."
She laughed again, a sound devious and lovely. "Step closer to me."
Helpless, Mamori moved over and released a shaky breath she hadn't realized
she'd been holding. Pfle's tiny hand gently massaged her abdomen over and over,
sliding her other under Mamori's skirt with no hesitancy. She felt a slight
twist in her gut, knowing that her partner's small fingers, looking childlike
and weak, were touching her and bringing out her nastiest thoughts. "Oh,
Mamori," Pfle sighed, her tone sending a hot flash under Mamori's skin. The
hand having wandered beneath her clothes rubbed a circle on her inner thigh. "I
know you must have to go, it's been so many hours. I won't let you though." She
glanced up with a simper. Mamori's legs twitched.
"… I can't…"
"What is it?" Pfle's fingers were so close to the fabric of her panties. She
knew her partner would ridicule her for ages if she knew how wet Mamori had
gotten, both from the hand stroking her lower belly and the teasing touches
upon her leg. "Hm, don't tell me you've gotten aroused. Are you wet, Mamori?
Let's see." Her ears were burning with chagrin and she quickly looked away,
gasping quietly as Pfle's two fingers stroked the damp clothe of her underwear.
"Look at you, you've even soaked your panties. Does this feel good to you?"
The hand rubbed her bladder with renewed enthusiasm. Fire seemed to burn her
blood and Mamori bit her lip, whether from how nice it felt or embarrassment,
she wasn't sure anymore. "If.. you do that.. " she tried her best to reason,
but words fell flat. Pfle's thumb pressed hard enough to cause a hot, desperate
feeling to spread between her legs, threatening her to let go. "Hah.. don't-
don't press hard, I'll — "
"I want you to soil yourself, Mamori, all over our pristine floor. Right here.
It would feel good, I know it would. You're a filthy girl for having gotten so
wet, always a wanton bitch in heat, aren't we?" Pfle giggled, smiling with a
devil's grace. Only Mamori new how obscene her partner could be, something none
but she ever had the opportunity to hear, perhaps the most alluring thing about
Pfle. She felt her panties being pulled aside and finger teasingly stroking her
slit. "Ufu, listen," Pfle crooned, tapping her fingers over wet flesh, "you can
hear your pussy even."
The sticky noises brought a renewed blush to Mamori's face, her humiliation
evident.
Pfle pressed hard when she still didn't answer. Blood rushed up from her neck
and scorched her skin, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. It was
mortifying but the fact alone didn't stop the groan from spilling out her
throat.
"My Lady — Pfle," she whined, her breathing labored. "I don't think… I can hold
it… mm!" A finger flitted across her clit and combined with Pfle's suggestive
smirk, thumb deeply massaging her abdomen, she felt her insides give in. Mamori
covered her face with her arms, convulsing as hot liquid gushed down her
trembling legs. "D-don't look!" She could feel heat and her drenched panties
clinging to her skin. She moaned lowly, torn between shame or the pleasure of
her emptying bladder.
When it came to a trickle, Mamori slowly lowered her arms. Her face was
entirely red.
Pfle was licking her two fingers with a complacent, dreamy smile. "That wasn't
so hard," she said happily. "The next time I decide to play with you, you
should learn to go along with it. Although I cannot say I dislike when you do
fuss either, Mamori. You should get yourself cleaned up now, I'm still not
finished with you."
"… Thank you," Mamori replied, defeated. She paused a moment to consider her
options and decided to go with the safest route. "I'll… be back, My Lady."
"I'm looking forward to it."
Chapter End Notes
     there's never a dull moment in pfle's manor.
***** grace/trick - almost getting caught *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Given how ridiculous her evening had been, it couldn't have been anymore of a
shock to have a wandering hand slide up her thigh, sending blood rushing to her
head within seconds. What horrified her further was that Funny Trick couldn't
tell whether it was from surprise or how nice a stronger touch felt to her
improved body. Her sanity managed to catch up quickly though and she couldn't
contain the angry gasp from filling her lungs.
"What are you doing, Umi-chan?" Trick hissed through gritted teeth, and then
slapped away the other girl's hand with a little more force than she meant to.
She pushed away her guilty conscious and maintained her ground anyway, deciding
that if she didn't remain focused, she'd be swept along with the mood.
The other magical girl, Captain Grace, grinned and tilted her head to the side
without a smidgen of concern. Trick was still getting… used to how different
Umi looked. Her hair was very long and wild, not to mention there was the
constant flickering of her cat's tail behind her back. She glared across the
table at her friend to make her point. Although the two of them were alone, she
couldn't accept the thought of one of the other girls walking back into the
apartment when whatever Grace was trying to initiate was happening. Everyone
was outside practicing with their powers and she thought it'd be safe inside.
She was always wrong, wasn't she?
"What's the harm, Kayo? I haven't got to have a good look at you since we
transformed earlier." Staring at each other like this, levelly and with that
stupidly serious look in Grace's eyes, it was hard for Trick to stay calm.
"That doesn't mean you can just — hey! Don't!" The hand she smacked away had
crept back onto her leg, pressing into her muscle and meandering closer to her
inner thigh. Trick could feel the blush spreading across her face and she
struggled in deciding whether or not to get angrier with Grace, or just make
deal with her advances. Her breath trembled, stuttering in her chest, and her
eyes slid away to focus on a random corner of the room. It's fine, it's fine,
she told herself nervously, if someone walks in, they won't be able to see from
behind the table.
All of her senses could only focus on the feel of Grace's fingertips slowly
making way across her heated skin, goosebumps following in their wake and
practically burning the sensation into her mind. Maybe it was the edge to the
situation that made her stomach feel a bit strange, she shakily reasoned. From
the corner of her eye, she could see Grace truly was appreciating the roundness
of her now unfamiliar legs, the grin having melted into a coy smile. Her eyes
were narrow and quite catlike — was it fate to always be her prey?
"I was right about what I said earlier. These fishnets are hot." Grace's voice
was thick and she was ashamed to feel the dull throb between her legs. Even if
she wasn't looking directly at Grace, she recognized that look better than any
other. Trick's eyes shut tight once the fingers edged closer to the fabric of
her bottoms, heat burning the tips of her ears and a familiar ache thrumming in
her abdomen. How many times have things like this happened between the two of
them? Now that she transformed, Grace would definitely want to make herself
familiar with her new body. She inwardly groaned.
Trick heard Grace laugh. Stupid, stupid, stupid! After they got out of this
mess, she promised herself she would punish the other somehow.
"Stop… someone could easily walk in…"
"We'll just have to be stealthy then!"
The tips of the pirate's fingers pressed into Trick's crotch and massaged her
through her bottoms. "Mmn." It felt good and no matter how many levels of
denial she wanted to bury herself under, it was impossible to fight off Grace
now, not like this. Please, please, let no one see this! The only sound she
could hear was her own heavy breathing and the slight stir of Grace shifting
closer to her. Before she could say anything more, the hand began to rub with a
steady intensity. Her panties easily dampened with her arousal, throbbing and
revealing how much she wanted release.
"Umi-chan!" Trick inhaled, frantically meeting the other girl's eyes. "You
can't — "
Grace hushed her immediately. "Don't be loud, Kayo."
Her thoughts muddled and heat having filled her vision, she covered her face
with her arms and moaned under her breath, twitching and fidgeting under
Grace's touch. She hated to admit it, but when the two of them did stuff like
this, it always did feel satifying. It didn't change her opinion of Grace
though — was it wrong to dislike her but have her body enjoy being touched? No
matter what the answer was, all she could focus on was the jerking of her hips.
"I'm getting close," she mumbled through her arms. She felt Grace move closer
and then her breath warm on Trick's skin. She couldn't find it in herself to
object to the set of soft lips that nibbled the arch of her neck. "Don't… ah,
leave a mark…"
"I won't."
Trick's legs trembled as Grace reapplied her strength, grinding a hand into the
stickiness of her panties and causing small, desperate noises to escape her
throat. The friction was so hot and she wanted nothing better than to urge her
hips to press harder into the other's fingers. A wet mouth sucked on her flesh
with fervor, making what was sure to be an obvious hickey too. Oh, what Trick
would do to have Grace's head between her legs instead. The thought enough sent
her over the edge and her back curved as she finally came. Grace rubbed her
overstimulated clit without mercy, breathing into her ear as she convulsed,
whimpers all she could manage.
Trick shuddered minutely as she sank down from her high, her arms still
covering her face. Grace's hand wrapped around one of her wrists and lowered
it. "Hellooo, Kayo? Are you in there?"
Ah. There it is. Any sort of attraction she felt for Grace was gone in an
instant. What had returned, however, was her anger that she was doing something
unspeakable in her friend's apartment. What if one of the other students really
had walked in on them?
"Shibahara Umi-chan."
"Don't be mad!"
Chapter End Notes
     this pairing is one of my guilty pleasures and i couldn't help but
     write for them! poor trick.
***** 7753/mana - oral sex *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"And you're absolutely sure Mei is busy?"
"Mana-san." A warm but lightly exasperated tone. "She's been working on her
gardening.. techniques for the past few days. I'm positive she won't interrupt
us."
"… Alright. G—go on then."
7753 couldn't help the smile from spreading across her face, all the while
sitting happily on their shared bed and between Mana's slender legs, content
with how utterly cute her lover was. Mana's upper half rested on plush pillows,
her body exposed aside from a pair of cute panties all but beckoning 7753 to
remove. As if getting the cue, Mana reached for them and slid them off before
unceremoniously dropping them on the floor beside the bed. Ah, was Mana
avoiding her eyes? The thought she was being shy made 7753's stomach twist in
excitement. 7753 wasted no time in settling onto her stomach, sliding her hands
under Mana's legs and pulling her in closer. She caught a sweet scent and her
mouth watered.
With skin brushing against her cheeks, 7753 pressed a kiss to the most inner
part of Mana's thigh. Mana released a soft sigh, relaxing into the pillow
beneath her, the stress seeming to be evaporating from her system.
"I've waited for this," Mana said, finally meeting 7753's eyes. Her cheeks were
flushed already. "We hardly ever get opportunities."
7753 knew Mana was probably babbling a bit from nerves. She was always a bit
modest before they had sex.
"I know." 7753 paused, pressing a kiss to the opposite thigh. "I'll make sure
it's worth it, Mana-san."
She doesn't give Mana enough time to respond, opting for blowing cool air and
reveling in the slight squeak and shiver she received. Mana's pussy was as
adorable as her face, a gentle pink reminiscent of the blush on her cheeks, a
thin slit down the middle. She was wet already. Perhaps that was why she was so
anxious? 7753 subconsciously licked her lips, nuzzling her way inward and
kissing the tender folds as she would Mana's lips.
Mana's breath hitched.
She tastes sweet too.
7553 ran her tongue up Mana's pussy in a long stroke, noticing how quickly the
smell, taste, and feeling intoxicated her. She knew she wanted more. Her
fingers firmly dug into the skin of Mana's thighs, holding her in place with
the strength only a magical girl could have. Mana didn't resist in the
slightest, only seeming to quiver expectantly, awaiting 7753's eager tongue to
return. And it did. 7753's nestled her way between Mana's folds, mouthing open
kisses into her hot flesh. She was pleased how quickly her partner's pussy wet
for her. She's really turned on today.
"Mm, nn." Mana's voice was beginning to escape her, and with a quick glance up,
7753 saw that her eyes were screwed shut.
It felt more like a challenge than anything else.
With a resolve now born, 7753 sucked on Mana's budding clit.
"Ah!"
It was an abrupt yelp, incredibly girly and charming. 7753 cataloged it in her
mind.
She shifted away from the abuse of Mana's swollen clit, instead running her
tongue along the hole beneath. It was obscene, the way she could taste wetness
flooding her tongue and the small opening twitching under her touch. 7753
swallowed the quim eagerly, breathing hot air back into Mana's reddened folds,
drunk more than she had ever been in her life. Mana's small mumbles of pleasure
caused a deep throb between her own legs.
"You're so cute," 7753 said against better judgement.
Mana made a noise between indignation and a huff. "Don't say anything else,"
she threatened, although it wasn't as scary considering her breath hitched
midway. 7753 chuckled and continued on without comment. If Mana still had a
mouth on her, then 7753 would definitely have to do something about it. It
wasn't everyday she had her partner splayed out on the covers, red to her ears
and struggling to remain quiet.
She tightened her grip and thrust her tongue in, curling the tip and stroking
Mana's inner walls in long languid strokes. She was thoroughly soaked and 7753
could taste every bit of her. The thought itself made her moan and the
vibration immediately brought a breathy moan from Mana herself. 7753 focused on
french-kissing Mana's dripping hole, glancing up occasionally to appreciate the
enraptured look on the other's face.
7753 would probably feel a bit guilty for this later, but a bit of bullying
wasn't too bad was it?
"Mana-san," she inhaled, running her tongue over Mana's folds a last time.
"Tell me what you want me to do." A moment of hesitation and then she added,
"please."
Mana's eyes widened and she seemed to splutter for a solid two seconds. "T—tell
you!?" 7753 was sure she was in for a berating. She'd personally never heard
Mana say anything aside from standard swearing. A heated moment passed and then
Mana's expression softened a little, her front teeth sinking into the skin of
her bottom lip. She appeared to be torn between being stubborn and her
pleasure. "I just have to say it?" Her voice was small. 7753 felt her abdomen
thrum and her legs twitched. The tone of voice reminded 7753 of the time she
and Mei visited Mana in the hospital — after getting drunk off cake, Mana's
personality was adorable and considerably childlike. The question felt pure for
some odd reason.
"Yes. Tell me and I'll do it." 7753 swallowed the lump in her throat, nearly
salivating from enthusiasm. "I'll make you cum, Mana-san."
Mana's brows furrowed and then she met 7753's eyes. "… Please put them — your
fingers… inside."
7753 didn't hesitate, easily releasing one thigh to free her hand. She pressed
two fingers to Mana's slick, easing them in slowly and watching as her
partner's back arched. "I want to hear you too," 7753 said heatedly, curling
her fingers in search of Mana's G-spot. She wasn't prodding it just yet. Having
broken down Mana's final wall, the poor Mage shuddered deeply and moaned, her
hips seeming to grind into 7753's fingers on their own.
"Mm! Fine!" Mana gasped, jerking involuntarily. "I won't… hold back! Ah!"
"Mana-san," 7753 crooned, quirking her finger and resuming to suck on Mana's
exposed clit. It was hard between her lips and with each fervent lick, Mana
cried out, her eyes dewy with repressed tears. 7753 intently massaged her two
fingers into Mana's weakest spot, holding her in place with the other hand.
Mana's entire body quaked and she lost her reservations. It almost felt
criminally easy to reduce Mana to a mess so quickly.
"7753! Ah! Please!" Consumed by Mana's cutest cries for release, 7753 curled
her fingers over and over inside Mana's sopping pussy, bringing her to the very
edge. It didn't take long at all. "… I'm… coming!" Mana's small hand reached
out below her, searching blindly for her partner's touch, her voice near tears.
7753 let go of Mana's thigh and grabbed it. Their fingers interlocked together
and Mana finally convulsed, her walls clenching around 7753's fingers.
She came with an erotic cry.
7753 rode Mana through her orgasm, never stopping the steady rhythm, milking
her for all she could give. The sullied Mage's body eventually went limp. The
bedsheet below was damp with Mana's cum and comprehensively stained. 7753
privately hoped that Mei didn't hear Mana in the throes of passion while out
building tunnels in the dirt. That conversation was something she would never
be prepared for.
"Mana-san?" 7753 removed her fingers and used the back of her hand to wipe her
mouth, looking at her deflated partner with an expression between guilt and
accomplishment. "Was that… too much?"
Mana opened her eyes and gave a halfhearted glare. There was too much love in
her eyes though.
"Idiot."
Chapter End Notes
     two moms have sex when their tortoise baby is busy. it's more likely
     than you think.
***** pukin/wedin - strap-on, squirting *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Everything about the situation excited Wedin, her breath catching in her throat
the moment General Pukin ordered her subordinates from the apartment. She
caught Sonia Bean's eyes as she trailed behind the clairvoyant magical girl,
her eyes narrowed just enough that Wedin knew she was disgruntled with leaving
behind her partner. That's right. I was chosen instead, Wedin thought smugly.
Their hostages were slung over their shoulders, hauling them off to the car
most likely as to not interrupt their privacy. To be granted time alone with
Pukin — ah, this was truly the luckiest night of her life!
The older woman wasted no time in telling her what to do next.
"Undress and to your knees. I'm impatient."
Wedin looked up at her from where she sat on the couch, her hands trembling
somewhat, seemingly overcome with emotion. Although currently being controlled
by Pukin's rapier, her thoughts weren't entirely false. She knew from the
moment her eyes fell upon the escaped prisoners that she wanted to be one of
them. Everything about these women were radiating something extraordinary and
beyond the constraints of normality. How lucky was she to be included! The
General herself had whispered into her ear some time earlier, breath warm on
Wedin's skin, that she would be rewarded for her behavior.
Seeking praise from Pukin, Wedin had promptly given them as much information as
she could regarding her classmates. Funny Trick's crying from where she lay
bound on the floor and the rabbit magical girl's torturing fell on deaf ears.
Instead, with heart overflowing with warm feelings, Wedin confessed everything
she knew much like a schoolgirl in love. She was glad she had. She'd do
anything, anything at all for the approval of the women around her.
"Of course!" She hurriedly began to strip herself of her magical attire, her
tiny hands pulling down the fabric and letting it crumple to a heap on the
floor. Her panties were drenched the moment they were separated from the skin
of her bare pussy. Her eyes didn't stray despite hearing rustling from where
her superior stood, instead absolutely consumed with her sick elation. It
didn't matter to her whether Pukin would actually reward her or punish her,
kill her even, as long as those eyes continued to reflect back in hers.
The last of her costume fell away, exposing her unmarred skin and slender
curves.
Her knees landed on the plush carpet and she looked up at Pukin expectantly.
The General was leering down at her with pupils sharp, predatory, something
truly animalistic in the eyes of her superior being. Would she be eaten alive?
Wedin thought she wouldn't mind that. It would be the perfect way to die at the
hands of a woman as incredible as the General. After taking in the dashing
features of Pukin's face, her eyes lowered and settled onto the foreign
contraption strapped to the older woman's hips, all but abruptly causing a
sharp twist of pleasure in Wedin's gut. There she was introduced to a large
black silicon shaft, shiny and intimidating and thick. She swallowed the saliva
pooling in her mouth and felt her inner thighs quiver.
"Isn't it remarkable?" Pukin asked, running her hand over the head and down the
side to rest at the hilt, her hip swaying and allowing the shaft to glimmer.
"This era certainly has improved from the last I've been freed." Wedin's
forming question is answered easily, almost echoing in her head from the rapier
and Pukin's voice aloud. "Frederica delivered this gift to me, Wedin. I will be
using it on you tonight. You exist for my pleasure alone, do you understand?"
For how long Pukin had been detained, it was nearly tangible the way her
expression darkened, her lust manifesting in the air around them.
Wedin nodded her head over and over, practically feeling her virgin pussy wet
with her arousal. "Yes! Please use me!"
Pukin's returning smile was too sinister to appear kind. "I will not restrain
myself."
Slowly, all the while appraising Wedin's dainty body, she sauntered around her
and then finally stopped once she got a clear view of Wedin's behind. A hand
reached forward and squeezed one of her cheeks, laughing under her breath all
the while. Was she excited too? It must have been a long time since Pukin had
touched another woman so intimately. Wedin shivered and began to swing her ass
side to side, panting like a bitch in heat, desperate for more of Pukin's
touch. She thankfully got her wish. Two fingers ran down her slit before
pausing above her throbbing clit.
"Hm," Pukin murmured thoughtfully, "you're a small girl in this form as well. I
will have to prepare you if I wish to take you."
The fingers spread her lower lips and exposed her insides, the tiny hole now
bared twitching and leaking Wedin's arousal, a wet sheen coating the entirety
of her saturated pussy. It didn't matter if she really was a virgin in the end,
if Pukin wanted to take her then she'd gladly give up her body and life to
serve. Pukin chuckled again and then easily slipped her fingers inside,
scissoring Wedin's walls and massaging her thrumming center.
Wedin gasped and positively keened, spittle dribbling down her chin as she
tried her best to prevent herself from rocking into Pukin's probing fingers.
By the time Pukin had finished stretching her open, every torturous second
lasting a lifetime, Wedin had barely been able to hold her body up. She was on
the very edge of cumming and each time she felt herself beginning to go over,
Pukin's fingers would stop and wait until her trembles subsided. It was cruel
but something she'd never dare to complain about. It was Pukin who was
indulging herself in Wedin's body and her pleasure was the top priority.
Pukin at last withdrew her fingers and Wedin whined under her breath from the
loss.
"Hah, you've done well to hold out this long. You will receive your reward
now."
The head of the black shaft pressed deftly to Wedin's loosened hole, a firmness
there she couldn't escape from even if she wanted to. Pukin's wicked grin as
she penetrated Wedin so thoroughly was truly sadistic. The young girl cried out
and her arms nearly crumbled beneath her, the tears prickling the corners of
her eyes blinding her vision. "Mha! General!" It was all she could manage
before Pukin was fully inside, the shaft filling every part of her small pussy.
Her insides continued to pulse and she could feel herself dripping down her
thighs. Her General had done an excellent job preparing her, but it didn't stop
the startling sear she felt from being spread so widely.
She also wasn't given time to collect herself.
Pukin lifted her hips back and immediately thrust the shaft back in, picking up
a quick tempo and slamming her hips over and over into Wedin's defenseless
pussy. Her small arms folded and her upper half collapsed to the floor, her
behind held in place by Pukin's firm grip to her hips. The noises from their
connected place was obscene and wholly filthy.
Slap, slap, slap!
Wedin moaned each time, overcome with the luxury of being used.
From behind her, Pukin's grin had only widened, a carnivorous light in her eyes
as she took Wedin. "To fuck a virgin schoolgirl, how amusing. How does it feel
to be stretched by your General?" A hand came down and slapped her ass. Wedin
yipped and her skin reddened instantly, the hand print left in Pukin's wake
merely marking her as property now. There was no restriction to the level of
power in the slap. The pain left her deliriously high.
"Ah! It feels good!" Wedin sobbed. She dug her nails into the carpet and shook
her head side to side, begging, "Please! Ah!"
"You are nothing but a slovenly bride. Use your words."
"Please… fuck me, General Pukin!"
The shaft ground into her pussy and milked her of her juices, her walls
clenching down on the silicon and her legs quaking. "Here?" Pukin asked before
grinding her hips repeatedly into the same tender spot. Wedin cried harder. The
pleasure was agonizing and it was becoming increasingly harder to remember how
to speak. In fact, she was lucky enough to still maintain any sentient thought.
"Your cunt is sopping wet already. Were you truly a virgin?"
She wracked her brain for her response and hiccuped with another rough pound
from behind. Wedin warbled a moment more before catching her breath. "Mm! Ah!
It's my — first time! Nnh!" Her petite body trembled with every thrust, the end
approaching an alarming rate, Pukin having wasted no time at all in bringing
her to the very edge. Wedin could hear her pussy being tormented and that in
itself wound the coil tighter in her lower belly.
Would her General let her have release?
The older woman was swift in picking up Wedin's desperate cries.
A sly hand snaked down between her legs and rubbed gingerly over her throbbing
clit, letting it pebble between Pukin's index and middle finger. Pukin easily
stroked her to finish with eyes settled on the place they connected, impressed
with how well her gift had been used that night. The shaft disappeared into
Wedin's stretched hole and withdrew, and with every thrust, it was becoming
increasingly easier to ravage. The thumb teasing Wedin pressed down and the
moan that was torn from her chest was simply adorable. Her words tumbled from
her lips in a series of sobs.
"I wanna cum! I wanna cum! Please! General!"
"You may," Pukin allowed. "You should be honored to have had your virginity
taken by me, silly girl."
"General!" Wedin convulsed with a cry. Hot liquid splashed out from where
Pukin's fingers rubbed her, wetting the carpet and soaking her legs, coating
the black silicon as Pukin gave her a final thrust. Wedin distantly heard her
superior hum appreciatively, perhaps satisfied having gotten Wedin to go to
such an extent. Her orgasm lasted for an eternity, every tremor her body
experienced only causing the shaft to prod her again and again. She had never
came so intensely in her life. Her face was wet and sticky with tears, drool
trickling from the corners of her small mouth.
She breathed in.
"Ah… was I a good girl?"
Wedin's voice was small, sweet, and very weak.
"You were."
With that, her eyes closed and she smiled.
Chapter End Notes
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***** pity/ripple - bathing sex *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The flowing water was comforting and hot, running down their skin until finally
disappearing into the drain, leaving small droplets in its wake. Savoring this
delightful bath, Pity wrapped her arms around her partner and leaned in close
to inhale the floral scent of soap. "Mm, you're being quite the good girl
today," she said. She sat on a bath stool with her younger partner between her
legs, just at the level where she could rest a cheek on her head and run hands
through luscious black hair. "Why is that, Ripple?"
The girl shifted in her arms and tilted her head back, looking up at Pity with
wide, clearly unfocused eyes. Pity had specially tuned the rapier's
brainwashing to her liking, and decidedly left Ripple in a state of constant
bliss. She received a small smile and then Ripple nestled deeper into the older
woman's arms. "You'll praise me if I am," she replied happily, closing her
eyes, content with being touched by Pity.
Pity chuckled, smiling back easily, although not as spotless. "Is that so?" She
lifted her hands and slid them down Ripple's slender shoulders, indulging in
her soft skin and fit physique. "You must know me quite well by now, dear." She
leaned forward and whispered into the younger girl's ear, her voice charming,
"Are you looking to be touched?"
She felt Ripple shudder in her arms and the unabashed flush that filled those
beautiful cheeks only pleased Pity further. Ah, the rapier truly was joy.
Ripple's feelings and emotions were clear as day on her face, nothing subtle at
all in the adoration she felt towards her master. The content, almost dazed
look in Ripple's eyes sent shivers down Pity's spine and a familiar thrum in
her center. The body she held was no stranger to her now given the amount of
time the two had spent living together. She knew every stretch of skin on
Ripple's body, to the sensitive curve of her missing arm to the strong muscles
of her abdomen. Really, this young and fresh body had satiated Pity for many
months now.
"Mm," Ripple's voice was slightly breathless, her neck tilted so that she could
meet Pity's eyes again. The feverish blush had spread across the bridge of her
nose and was extending down her slender neck. Pity's eyelids lowered and she
ghosted a hand over Ripple's hip. "I want to be touched, Master Frederica. I've
been a good girl today, just like you've wanted me to be."
"Aha, you have." Pity let her nails lightly drag across Ripple's warmed skin,
from both the water and her excitement. "You smell so very sweet," she
continued, smiling as Ripple squirmed and gasped, "I suppose a good girl does
deserve a reward for her behavior today."
"Please…"
Lifting her other hand from Ripple's upper arm, Pity cupped Ripple's right
breast and massaged it with her fingers. The cute keen she received was well
worth it. She thumbed the young girl's nipple until it hardened beneath her
touch. Ripple really did have the cutest breasts, bouncy, fleshy and warm. The
goosebumps she felt under her hand told her that the forceful groping only
aroused her servant moreso.
"Where do you want to be touched? You must tell me." Pity asked coyly, craning
her neck so that she was breathing in the freshly washed hair tumbling down
Ripple's nape. Her scent was truly exquisite. Ripple's hair was well-taken care
of under Pity's watch, and there was really nothing better than beckoning her
servant over and into her arms, just so that she could run her fingers through
shiny black strands.
Ripple moaned when a thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple. "Mn… between my
legs, Master."
Pity's eyes narrowed. Maybe having Ripple this finely tuned was bad for her
libido, every reply she was given made her cunt ache. Surely her cute little
servant wouldn't mind eating her out after the bath once they returned to the
bedroom. The thought in itself made her mouth water, tempting as always to have
Ripple at her beck and call. "Spread your legs," she instructed, content with
the way Ripple promptly did so. She didn't miss the small, needy gasp that
escaped the younger girl as she revealed herself.
She leaned down and rested her head where Ripple's shoulder and neck met,
sliding her hand over wet skin. "Oh, I can see you're wet even without the
bathwater," Pity said quietly. She brushed her fingers over and then into
delicate pink folds. Ripple bucked into her touch urgently, huffing out a
desperate noise amidst a cry and a moan. "Now, now, hold still. You've been
such a good girl so far, you mustn't get carried away just yet."
"But it… feels good, ah," Ripple replied, trembling.
Just from touching her servant directly, she could feel the slippery wetness
coating her lower lips. Being around her master, around Pity, was enough to
bring her to this state. All Ripple desired was to be praised, rewarded,
touched. Her entire being focused solely on Pity. Honestly, it was difficult
not to get wrapped up in how deeply she was worshipped, especially with Ripple
mewling in her grasp.
Pity smoothly parted Ripple's pussy and, with two fingers, slid into her eager
hole. Ripple clamped down immediately, as if she never wanted to part with her
master ever again. The chuckle that came from Pity's chest was genuine. She
smiled as she curled her fingers and began to fuck Ripple's cute little pussy,
the soft and plush folds inviting her in. Ripple jerked her legs, the dewy and
very wanton look in her eyes enough to bring warmth to Pity's body.
She lowered the hand massaging Ripple's breast, snaking it down Ripple's waist
until settling two fingers above her clit. Grazing it caused her partner to
keen, her hips bucking into the addicting touch instantaneously. "Ah, ah!" Her
cute cries echoed in the bathroom and thrummed in Pity's core. She continued to
languidly fuck her, dragging her fingers out and then back in, over and over in
a deliciously agonizing tempo. She didn't stop Ripple from grinding into her
touch, her pussy saturated and slippery to the touch.
It was to note that Pity herself wasn't too far off from this predicament as
well.
"I can feel how wet you are," Pity murmured, fucking her expertly, appreciating
the way Ripple convulsed and cried out with every curl of her fingers. "It's so
very tight too. Are you close to coming?" She flicked her servant's exposed
clit, torturous in her ministrations. "If you ask me nicely, Ripple, I'll let
you."
It was cute that Ripple struggled to reply, every thrust causing small moans to
spill unbridled from her soft lips. Ripple's hand reached up and wrapped around
Pity's upper arm, as if she could do nothing more than hold onto her somehow.
"Mha!" Ripple nuzzled her head back, pressing strands of lush hair into Pity's
chin and cheeks. Whether or not she did this consciously, Pity was too
distracted to care. "I want to cum, Master! Nnn, nn! I'm, ah, almost there!"
Pity's expression darkened and she pounded her mercilessly, rubbing her
hardened clit with her other hand as she did so.
She had fucked a lot of women in her time, but there was truly something
special about having soft, freshly shampooed hair tickling her nose during lewd
baths that made fucking Ripple special. After all, her servant was practically
made for her.
"I want you to come now. Can do you do that for me?"
She nibbled on Ripple's ear, dragging her teeth over skin. She felt Ripple's
walls twitching around her fingers and a wetness gushing from within her,
making it easier to thrust into her abused cunt repeatedly. Pity could feel her
tightening, the end imminent. She wasted no time in sinking her teeth into
Ripple's shoulder, just enough to leave a mark for the occasion, but she didn't
think her partner realized at all.
"Ah! Yes! Please!"
"Then you may."
Instantly, as if the poor thing had been holding on herself until that moment,
Ripple doubled over and cried out. Her wet walls clenched down on Pity's
fingers and her legs snapped together, a desperate but erotic cry spilling
unrestrained from Ripple's mouth. Her hips jerked over and over into Pity's
relentless fingers, a small moan with every thrust, and then finally she fell
back into her master's touch after all had been taken from her. Ripple's eyes
were glassy and tears gathered at the corners, yet she had a smile on her face
despite this. Somewhere in there, Pity wondered if the real Ripple was feeling
good too. Wouldn't that be divine?
"Master Frederica," Ripple said, her voice shaky, "it felt good. Thank you."
Pity kissed her partner's forehead and breathed in the essence of her servant's
hair a final time. It almost made her go blank in the head. She really had
reached her limit, there was no time to waste and a long night ahead of them.
"We're not finished yet. Let's wash off, you know what comes next, don't you?"
"Yes." Ripple's flushed face seemed to get just a bit more pink. "I'll make you
feel good too, Master."
What an adorable smile. How lovely that it would be between her legs.
"You're definitely my good girl."
Chapter End Notes
     the time spent with pity must've been quite interesting, don't you
     think?
     and what a lovely request! thanks to the anon that sent this to me, i
     had lots of fun.
     look forward to future fills!
***** snow/marika - school girl/teacher kink, almost getting caught *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Afternoon light shone through the windows of the science lab, illuminating the
room with a soft glow, the tops of the many school desks a bright reflected
orange. It was nearly quiet except for the distant voices of loitering students
in the hallways packing up their belongings and leaving. The school is almost
empty now given the city curfew.
I'm a teacher, Mariko thought, I can't be doing this.
Everything was wrong, with Snow's leg between hers and her eyes boring into
Mariko's, something there undoubtedly intimidating despite the age difference.
Her back was pressed to the wall and the air between them was heavy, stakes
high, but it didn't stop Mariko's thoughts from wandering. The Magical Girl
Hunter really was beautiful up close. Mariko took in the pink hair that framed
Snow's delicate cheeks and the flutter of her lashes, and it was almost more
distracting than the hand hooking around her neck to pull her in closer. Here,
in the classroom she was teaching in, it wasn't appropriate at all to be
touching each other so intimately. Perhaps if she were Fukuroi Marika instead
of Mariko she wouldn't have felt so guilty, having been a stickler to the
regulations of a "normal" lifestyle. She's Himekawa Koyuki's human teacher,
nevertheless the words trying to form in her mouth dried up instantly, her eyes
nervously following the young girl's other hand as it slid along the muscle of
her upper thigh.
Her heart was hammering in her chest.
Although the bell had rung and others were leaving, it wasn't exactly safe. She
knew that if the door opened and they were caught, her job would be gone in an
instant. Mariko's parents already saw her as a disappointment to their family,
so learning that she was engaging in illicit activities with a female student —
it would end not only her teaching career, but her human life as well. She
wasn't transformed like Snow White was and her identity was clearly at risk.
Despite all of it, a part of her found it exhilarating.
Mariko's lips met Snow's and she was effortlessly pried open, the young girl's
tongue sliding into her mouth to stroke hers, tasting her saliva and swallowing
what she could. Snow herself tasted incredibly sweet, everything about a
magical girl enhanced to be lovely. Her lips are soft too, small and pretty,
just like the rest of her. "Mm, ah," Mariko gasped out. She shakily rested her
hands on Snow's petite hips, sinking her manicured nails into the fabric of her
costume. It had been a very long time since she'd touched another woman and it
was obvious. A few more heated seconds past before Snow withdrew with a slick
noise. A string of saliva connected their tongues and then fell away. Snow's
plump bottom lip glimmered with spittle.
Shit, that's kinda hot.
It may be due to how often she's been with Snow that she could recognize the
heated look in her eyes. Her usually pale cheeks were colored pink and her eyes
were half-lidded, although pupils remained sharp and alert. Snow blinked up at
her and the hand having been toying with the hem of Mariko's skirt began to
creep up towards her notably wet panties.
"You're surprisingly docile untransformed." Her voice didn't have any
particular inflection, but Mariko knew that must be as aroused as she was.
Mariko swallowed anxiously, trying not to mentally linger on the sugary taste
left on her tongue and the soft fingers sliding over her inner thigh. "It's
different for me." Her chest rose and fell rapidly. "I can't be her… Marika, as
a human."
"I understand." Snow nodded and exhaled, her warm breath tickled Mariko's
collarbone and sent an abrupt shiver up her spine. The following words were
quiet, reflective. "I think I like the human side of you."
"Snow…"
"If anyone approaches the classroom, I can hear their thoughts beforehand. You
don't have to worry."
Mariko twitched once, a desperate huff all she can manage as Snow's two fingers
pressed against the damp cloth of her panties. "What if I'm loud?" She managed
to ask.
Strangely enough, she glimpsed what she thought was a smile.
"It'll be alright. You can trust me."
She felt Snow's fingers begin to rub insistently over the fabric, the tips of
her nails titillating, and Mariko wet for her far too easily. Her hands
tightened their grip as to hold Snow close to her, only for Snow to withdraw
the knee that had been between Mariko's legs. Understanding came quickly once a
small foot nudged her leg forward and Snow settled her body above Mariko's
exposed thigh. Mariko's thoughts were indecent. She could feel the young girl's
body heat and the satin skin of her thighs brushing either side of the leg she
hovered over. Snow never stopped rubbing her through her underwear, her face
nuzzling inward to breathe in Mariko's scent.
"Nhn… please…" She was begging already. Mariko couldn't remember the last time
she was touched like that. It'd be cruel of Snow White to tease her any more
than she had.
She felt the top of Snow's head graze her jaw, pink hair tickling her skin and
making her pant. Mariko didn't receive a verbal response to her plea, instead
hyper-focused on the way the teasing fingers pulled her panties to the side
without a word. She wondered what Snow thought of her — she usually wore black
panties with a lace trim.
"Sensei… do you want me to touch you here?"
Mariko's thighs quivered. Calling her "sensei" at such a time, wasn't that…
very bad? It made her stomach twist with some kind of strange delight though,
along with an inkling of a sinking feeling, her guilty conscious knowing full
well how problematic everything was. She rocked her hips forward anyway,
gasping when Snow's finger finally touched her naked cunt. "Mn… yes! I can't —
just touch me!"
Snow's finger stroked over Mariko's folds and she hummed something along the
lines of, "mm, you really are wet." It embarrassed Mariko but she couldn't find
it in herself to complain. Nimble fingers slid down the slit of her pussy and
then spread her lower lips as if to appreciate what she looked like, and before
Mariko could ask again for Snow to touch her, the two fingers smoothly slid
into her twitching opening. Mariko moaned lowly, jerking her hips into Snow's
touch, desperate noises spilling from her mouth without inhibition. "Sensei,"
Snow murmured quietly, and then froze once Mariko's walls clenched tightly
around her, her quim gushing into her hand. "Do you like it when I address you
like that…?" Snow looked up at her at last, resuming the quick curls of her
fingers all the while. "Does it feel good… Sensei?" Her voice was husky, warm.
Mariko's back arched and she whined in her throat. She couldn't look into
Snow's eyes, not when they were so sharp, so utterly predatory. Was this the
true nature of The Magical Girl Hunter?
Her student, her friend, Snow White, fucked her with precision, dragging her
fingers in and out of her soaked pussy. Mariko felt her legs trembling and
heard her voice getting louder, yet couldn't find the human strength to control
herself. Snow whispered into her ear and palmed her clit with every thrust. "I
can feel inside you, Sensei," "Sensei, you're so wet," "I can feel you pulse
around my fingers, Sensei." All of it went straight to Mariko's cunt and damn,
she'd never prepared to be ravaged so thoroughly by a younger woman in her
life.
She became distinctly aware of Snow's hips lowering onto her leg, and when she
finally felt the soft plush of her panties resting on her thigh, she knew she
wasn't the only one so heavily affected. Snow was wet, much wetter than Mariko
would have thought. She lifted her leg slightly and ground it into Snow's
crotch. Snow didn't yelp or cry out, but made a soft, erotic moan, hand
stuttering from its tempo.
"N—not me yet," she said, glancing up at Mariko. Her brows were creased and her
breathing was labored.
Mariko wanted to retort or make some means of revenge, but Snow chose that
exact moment to rub her G-spot with vicious fervor. She cried out and her hips
jerked forward involuntarily, her walls convulsing and tightly clamping down on
Snow's fingers, as if her body couldn't decide whether it wanted the assault to
stop or continue. Her partner is a magical girl, and with that came strength
her body couldn't fight against. Snow's other hand gripped Mariko's hip still
and she deftly inserted a third finger, stretching and stuffing Mariko's abused
cunt without a hint of mercy.
"Mmn, ah, Sn—Snow! Right there, please, it feels so good, ah!" Mariko babbled
insistently, her pants and moans sounding near unhinged.
"Almost there…"
Snow leaned forward and nibbled along the exposed skin of Mariko's collarbone,
and when she bit down just enough to sting, Mariko abruptly felt herself cum.
Her shoulders and upper body curled back and she trembled violently, gasping as
her orgasm ripped through her. She felt Snow's fingers continue to fuck her the
entire way through, her juices drenching the younger girl's hand and her inner
thighs. Snow sucked on the flesh of her neck and then let go, running her
tongue across the blooming mark like an apology for her rough treatment. Mariko
pressed into Snow's fingers and her hips rocked and faltered, needy moans
filling the heated space between them.
She tensed up and with one final jerk of her hips, went slack.
Snow gently removed her fingers and looked at her hand. Her skin was shiny and
translucent, glinting with the remains of the setting sun. Mariko, who
struggled to catch her breath after coming so deeply, inhaled in surprise when
Snow lapped at her soiled middle finger. She tasted it thoughtfully, paused,
and then licked her remaining fingers clean. It was fucking hot and immediately
Mariko felt her pussy pulse in interest.
Snow White truly turned her inside out.
"You're better at this than I would've figured, Snow." Mariko was a bit out of
breath still but she offered a shaky smile. Snow radiated heat and the blush
that had bloomed in her cheeks had spread rapidly down her slender neck. Her
skin nearly matched the light pink hue of her hair, making her seem almost
angelic in nature. But Mariko knew that was far from the truth, her inner
thighs having been coated with her own slick from how thoroughly Snow had
fucked her. She knew Snow needed release of her own. It would be unfair to take
and not give anything back, especially given how Snow was the first person to
get her to come in such a long dry spell.
Snow swiped her tongue over her wet lips. "… You think so?" She didn't sound
exerted in the slightest.
"I do."
Mariko knew that Snow never alerted her of other students passing by, which
meant her job and life were safe. If that were the case then —
"Um… you said earlier 'not yet.' I… could return the favor." Even having lost
most of her restraints, she was still bashful. That's who Fukuroi Mariko was,
quiet, stammering a bit and awkward when it came down to speaking to another
living being. Perhaps being untransformed with Snow would help her with that,
if she were to meet her like that more often. More than anything at the moment,
she wanted to touch Snow's body — her slight hips, her small breasts, her round
cherub face — more than anything else in the world. Just the thought sent
goosebumps along her burning skin.
Snow's eyes softened just a bit.
"Show me what you can do, Sensei."
Chapter End Notes
     you can't not tell me that post-unmarked snow wouldn't be a beast!
     maybe marika bit off more than she could chew.
     as usual, thank you for reading! and to the anon who sent this kink
     request, i hope you enjoyed!
***** pukin/wedin - in a vehicle *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Five minutes.
That was the estimated amount of time before Pity Frederica and Sonia Bean
returned to the car, leaving the remaining magical girls inside enough time to
get into something mischievous. Tot Pop was stationed outside the vehicle and
watching for anything suspicious, and yet Wedin had caught that knowing look in
her eyes, especially the way her smile curled once she closed the car door
behind her. The General was a woman who took and she would surely enjoy every
minute of freedom, that much was obvious.
Who was Wedin to deny her?
She'd never personally seen or been in a car like the one they had stolen
tonight — a Plymouth Fury, as Pukin had so generously told her, and she
couldn't be anything but grateful for how large the passenger seats were. Pukin
sat in the middle with her legs wide, smiling carnivorously down at the younger
magical girl sitting on her haunches and between her lean legs. Had she been
any bigger or possibly older, Wedin surely would not have fit in the space
separating the front and back seat. There was just enough room for her to find
a position to serve her General. Five minutes, she repeated to herself, smiling
dreamily all the while. The older woman wasted no time in beckoning her
forward, to the sacred place she longed for, the reward she craved deep into
her bones. Wedin noisily swallowed.
"We must be quick. I have no doubt Frederica and my Sonia will return swiftly;
Sonia always has been the best when it comes to finding necessities." Pukin's
smile was dark, lustful, and Wedin intently drank in the sight of her. She
truly was a handsome woman, all sharp fangs and the dusting of orange hair
nothing but a roaring fire. "Come," she continued, guiding her as she widened
her legs, "pleasure your betters."
"Yes, General," Wedin answered immediately, lashes fluttering.
Pukin had already pulled down her shorts and once Wedin finally got a look, she
could feel her pussy pulse deeply between her own legs. The sharp and abrupt
pleasure twisted her gut and wet the fabric of her panties. She couldn't resist
the desperate, breathy moan from spilling out her throat, utterly guttural and
unrelenting. The General was as expected. There was a red rough patch of hair
above her lower lips, as if a warning to all who heed onward, and the flesh of
her cunt was smooth and rosy. Truly beautiful, as all magical girls were.
Wedin eagerly scrambled forward, running her tongue across naked folds in
fervency. The scent of Pukin's wetness went straight to her head. This was much
better than she would've ever dreamed. General, General! Her thoughts only sang
as a single chorus in her head, nothing there but genuine adoration for the
woman that seized her meager existence.
Pukin chuckled lowly, seemingly amused with Wedin's impatience to satisfy. She
didn't hate it. "Listen to your noises. Lapping at my cunt as if it's your last
meal." She breathed out and jerked her hips forward, grinding her pussy into
her servant's mouth in a few strong thrusts. One of her hands reached forward
and slid through the glossy hair on the side of Wedin's head, only to sink her
fingers in and tighten her grip. It didn't hurt but just the thought that it
could made her pant, busying herself in Pukin's folds. "This is your place now,
Wedin," she said, pressing Wedin into her cunt.
Wedin widened her mouth and stroked her tongue up Pukin's flesh, tasting and
swallowing every gush of quim that coated her tongue. Once content with having
tasted all on the outside, she began to lap hungrily over the hole beneath.
Pukin continued to rock her hips into Wedin's mouth all the while, soft grunts
and sighs all that filled Wedin's ears. To her, they were loud, spurring her on
and causing her inner thighs to quiver. If she thought she was sopping before,
simply hearing her General in the throes of pleasure was enough to drive her
mad. There wasn't a woman on Earth who could resist such charm and charisma, it
was unheard of in itself.
Pukin jolted her up and pressed Wedin's mouth into her clit, heatedly saying,
"Make use of your tongue."
"Yes, General!" Wedin tried her best to reply but her words came out sloshed,
wet and nearly an unhinged moan. She furtively sucked and stroked her
superior's clit, gasping softly and waggling her behind.
"Mm, good," Pukin said leisurely, grinding her hips into Wedin's mouth.
Slowly, perhaps having finally given herself permission to look, Wedin's eyes
traveled up to see Pukin's expression. The sight in itself was nearly enough to
make her come on the spot. The General's cheeks were flushed a soft pink and
her hair was mussed, eyes remaining narrow and hungry, connecting to the place
where Wedin's tongue dipped into her cunt. It was clear what she wanted. As
obedient as the rapier tuned her, Wedin breathed hot air into Pukin's flesh and
then sucked wholly on her slit, running her tongue repeatedly across Pukin's
clit until the woman herself hummed appreciatively.
The hand in her hair clenched and Wedin winced, still blissful. Her chin was
wet with both spittle and Pukin's juices.
"We're nearly out of time," the older woman murmured. Pukin's eyes were almost
black.
"Y — yes."
"Do well and I will reward you, perhaps even take you on as a permanent
retainer. You know what you must do. Please me."
"Yes!" Wedin's heart hammered in her chest.
Pukin's fangs glinted with her smile.
She wanted Pukin's approval more than she did any passing mark in school, or
any inconsiderable award. Her life was meant to serve and being with such a
remarkable woman was much better than Wedin's human plans. Hearing those words
was enough for her to know what to do — the rapier, Pukin's brainwashing,
needn't even command her.
Wedin dug the fingers of her left hand into the taunt muscle of Pukin's upper
thigh, anchoring herself as she curled her tongue into the gushing hole buried
in plump lips. With her other hand she reached up and began to rub over Pukin's
clit with her thumb, relishing in the way it pebbled and hardened under her
touch. Just the way Pukin rolled her hips forward was enough for Wedin to know
she was right in doing so. "Gggeneral!" She panted like a bitch in heat, mouth
open and tongue lapping up all she could. She didn't tire, didn't ache.
Everything in her mind was overpowered with the duty to bring Pukin to a
finish, her own pleasure be damned. Wedin's entire body trembled and her keens
and moans were music to Pukin's ears.
"Pretty girl," Pukin purred, grinding her pussy into Wedin's tongue. "You were
the correct choice, as I knew from the start." And just like that, she thrust
her hips a final time and promptly pressed Wedin into her pulsing cunt, riding
her face as she came. Wedin lolled her tongue and drooled obscenely on herself,
panting back and swallowing every bit of Pukin's cum, watching through hooded
eyes as Pukin tilted her head back.
— Ah, was there anything better than this?
Surely not.
Chapter End Notes
     number 47, "in a car/vehicle." i hope i did the prompt some justice.
     this takes place in chapter eight!
     another pukin/wedin under my belt! thank you for reading.
***** pukin/tot - dirty talking *****
Chapter Notes
     originally meant to be a drabble for my dreamland collection but i
     got carried away!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“You’ve been trained well, haven’t you?” Pukin asked, running her hands
possessively over her partner’s body, over adorably flat tits and along the
gentle curve of Tot’s hips. The nimble, tiny body within her grasp was enough
to bring out her carnal instincts, a feat only the prettiest of young women
were granted. She felt the smaller girl practically purr into her ear, gyrating
her bottom into Pukin’s hips in a teasing manner. It might as well have been a
direct answer to Pukin’s question, and for being someone as experienced as she
was, it seemed to excite her further. It had been quite some time since she had
such a receptive submissive.
It was simple, just a blatant question she posed upon Frederica, who then
gracefully accepted her wishes. Pukin had heard firsthand how lovely of a
disciple that Tot Pop was, seen how pixie-like she was in a cooking apron, and
understood that she was capable of many great things. Perhaps it was the moment
Tot enthusiastically pledged devotion that Pukin’s mind was made up. She knew
that that she wanted to taste her, fuck her so deeply she would never forget
Pukin’s tantalizing touches. The fantasy proved easy to reach, and now with Tot
breathing softly next to her ears, Pukin’s fingers rubbing over her smooth
slit, she knew she had her new partner right where she wanted her.
“Keke, of course!” Tot answered, wriggling earnestly. She was in Pukin’s lap
with her slender back facing Pukin’s front, her naked body warmed with a flush
and short hair mussed. “Master Frederica made sure I was adept at things like
this too.”
“I see,” Pukin replied, reaching between Tot’s legs and playing with her wet
folds. Her fingers easily became sticky and the complacent noises spilling
uninhibited from Tot’s lips was enough gratify her as well. “A pretty cunt like
yours would have been a waste otherwise.” Tot twitched and breathed out. The
simple gesture was enough for Pukin to know just how Tot Pop, leader of the
resistance, liked to be handled. She finally pressed her fingers into Tot’s
pink hole, stretching her and relishing in the feeling of her walls. “Becoming
accustomed to be fucked so often, by Frederica, no less.”
Tot moaned, clenching tightly and grinding down in search of further use.
“You’re so good at this, General,” she said, leaning backwards as to press
against Pukin’s clothed chest. “You’re definitely the best, I’m so lucky to be
with you!”
The compliments went right to Pukin’s ego, feeding her, yet she knew deep
inside that there was nothing deceiving about Tot’s words. She meant it, and
that was even better.
Pukin reached around with her other hand and groped Tot Pop’s chest, twisting
her nipple and grinning wickedly from the keen she received. “My talents are
nothing to be scoffed at,” she murmured, quirking her fingers as she began to
pump them in-and-out of Tot’s cute pussy. “As for someone like you, passed
around between many women until your cunt was nothing without being full, I
believe you’re not short of praise as well, for your abilities.”
Tot gasped. It was charming, Pukin thought, that she didn’t restrain herself in
the slightest. Tot’s inner thighs trembled as she moaned, before then nuzzling
her head into Pukin’s neck, completely pleased with the other’s hospitable
compliment. There was no response this time, although Pukin decidedly let it
slide. She was amused with how effortlessly she had reduced the other magical
girl to a mess.
“I can feel deep inside you, how you pulse around my fingertips.” Pukin’s hand
snaked down from the abuse inflicted on Tot’s breast and to her milky abdomen,
petting her heated skin as she would an animal. “Despite being used so often,
your walls are remarkably tight. Or perhaps that is your way of making sure I
stay inside you, hm?”
“Yes!” Tot managed to agree, panting. “It feels great… mmn… I’m soaked…”
“Although I’ve hardly touched you, I can see you’re close to coming.” She
pumped her fingers into Tot’s hole at a quicker tempo, curling and pressing
until hot liquid gushed over her hand. “I could stop now and leave you such as
this, if I so wanted to. It would be a shame, a woman as pretty as you, wet and
desperate for another inside you.”
She dropped her hand lower and rubbed over her partner’s pebbled clit, quickly
and perfectly in ways she knew was pleasurable. Tot cried out and immediately
reached to grab Pukin’s lower arm with her own hands, but not in a way to stop
her or urge her further. It seemed she only wanted to hold tight to something.
Her delicate hips rotated and grinded into Pukin’s hands, short, heady cries
filling the room with every drive into her pussy.
“You wouldn’t like that though, it’s very clear,” Pukin said, rolling Tot’s
clit under her fingers. “You would rather come for me, wouldn’t you?” She was
correct, certainly. The General was never wrong.
Tot struggled for words for a small moment, gasping and on the brink of her
orgasm. When Pukin’s hand slowed, she found them at last. “General, ah, if it’d
be okay…!!”
Undoubtedly delightful, Pukin mused. She smiled, a darkness in her expression.
“Remember these hands, as they will be the best you’ve ever felt on your body.”
And surely, she felt Tot Pop acutely shudder with a bewitching moan, quim
coating her fingers as the smaller woman came onto the hand fucking her.
“General, mm! General, I’m coming, it’s so good!!” Chanting praises, Tot
continued to grind and writhe where she sat. Her pants sounded near beastial,
but of the cute kind, matching her cherub features. Pukin felt her own cunt
pulse with need, slick between her legs and filling her head with thoughts of
the most obscene of delusions, all involving the petite girl trembling in her
hold.
It would be to come, conclusively, as all good things do.
Chapter End Notes
     pukin is dreamy and tot is adorable. a perfect rarepair, in my
     opinion.
***** lazbell - 69 *****
Chapter Notes
     also meant to be in dreamland until i got too invested.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Her girlfriend was strong, more agile and adept at fighting than any magical
girl she had ever seen, and yet Lapis Lazuline’s strength was nothing of the
sort in bed. Instead her voice was soft, warbly, tiny ah’s and the most
adorable of moans of the loveliest kind filling their heated space. Detec Bell
was grateful and proud that she was allowed to hear Lazuline at her weakest,
touch her soft skin and petite breasts when no one else could. Even the mole on
her cheek seemed erotic when dewy with perspiration. Everything about
Lazuline’s beauty was enhanced when the two of them had sex, and it was no
different now either.
With her girlfriend on top of Bell’s body, cute behind hovering over her
awaiting mouth, Lazuline’s face remained hidden from where she clung to Bell’s
legs. Bell could feel the ghost of the other girls’ breaths though, right along
her inner thighs and where she wanted to be touched most. It was a lewd
position, sure, but something about it excited the usually reserved detective.
“Ah… B-Bellsie, please, I want you to touch me, su,” Lazuline mumbled,
wriggling a bit.
Bell felt her cheeks warm. “Alright, hold still.” Her mouth felt full of saliva
just from looking up between Lazuline’s legs. Her partner’s pussy was a cute
shade of pink, dainty and inviting, as well as already glistening with arousal.
Swallowing once, Bell craned up neck up and ran the flat of her tongue over
Lazuline’s folds, collecting her wetness and savoring the heady taste of her
juices. “… Can I keep going?” She asked after a pause, reaching up with her
hands and sinking her fingers into the warm skin of Lazuline’s thighs.
“Unn… yes, it feels good. I want you to keep going, su.”
The vulnerability in her girlfriend’s voice was enough for Bell’s legs to
twitch together, wanting to press her thighs close as she clenched on nothing.
“And don’t forget,” she said, blushing hotly, “to use your mouth on me too.”
Although she couldn’t see Lazuline’s head, she felt the other jostle as she
nodded. “Mm, okay, su! I’ll try my best, su!” The enthusiasm to please her was
so adorable, Bell felt her insides flutter with overwhelming affection almost
immediately. She didn’t have time to reflect too much, as Lazuline finally
lowered herself close to Bell’s slick and gave a tentative lick. Bell gasped
once in surprise and moaned, shutting her eyes tightly and imagining what kind
of face the other girl was making as she lapped at her folds. Did she look shy,
cheeks red and lips wet with spittle? Was her nose scrunched as it always was
when she concentrated? Lazuline’s tongue then massaged against her clit and
stroked her slit with building fervor, obviously getting more comfortable from
the reactions she drew out of Bell. Meanwhile the detective could only squirm
and tremble.
Returning the favor would be appropriate.
Bell wanted to focus on Lazuline’s pleasure and hear her cutest cries, her
pleas, and enjoy more of the wetness gushing from within her folds. She loved
to be touched too, but nothing beat having the other girl writhing in her arms
and at the mercy of pleasure. Lazuline was a shining star wherever she went,
still it was only Detec Bell that got to see the demure, obscene side of her
that no one else got the privilege to.
Without wasting time, Bell decidedly buried her face inwards, french-kissing
her girlfriend’s pussy and creating patterns with the tip of her tongue.
Lazuline panted and moaned into her inner thigh, crying out the moment Bell
sucked over her sensitive flesh, torturously close to Lazuline’s throbbing
clit.
“B-Bellsie!” She cried, grinding her hips backwards and into Bell’s lips. “Mnm!
Nn!! It feels good, right there, su!! Ah!!”
“Mm… Lazuline…!”
Hearing her name, Lazuline’s lips returned to the place between Bell’s legs,
drooling and licking up her partner’s quim. “Uu… I wanna cum already, su…” she
whined, never the one for patience.
Bell chuckled breathlessly, amused by how childish Lazuline was. She found
herself pitying her girlfriend in the end, always the one to spoil Lazuline to
the best of her abilities. Was she wrapped around the other magical girl’s
finger? Maybe that wasn’t so bad after all. Lazuline’s smile was the brightest
and prettiest thing she had ever seen, more amazing than even the most
interesting of cases. “Okay, okay,” she said, smiling. “Do you want it here?”
She ran the tips of her fingers over Lazuline’s plump pussy, teasingly pressing
where her hole was hidden. “Y… you can ask me for it.” Oh, maybe she wasn’t cut
out for dirty talk in the end — somehow she always got really embarrassed when
it came to asking Lazuline to beg, or to ask for any specifics.
Lazuline fidgeted a bit and her butt wagged side to side, her white tiger’s
tail swishing around and nearly hitting Bell in the cheek. Nevertheless, she
always loved that part of Lazuline and found herself happy she had an animal
attribute in this form. When the silence lingered, she once again wondered what
kind of expression Lazuline had.
The tail stopped moving and she received her answer.
“… Please put it inside. I want you inside me, su.” Her voice was desperate and
just a bit muffled. Did she press her mouth into her arm?
“Ah… o-okay, I’ll do it.”
Definitely too embarrassing.
Bell rubbed her fingers over Lazuline’s pussy, thoroughly wetting her fingers
before promptly pressing into her folds, biting her lip as the other girl
trembled above her. She made sure not to be too rough or abrupt, and took her
time easing into Lazuline’s cute hole. “Can you feel me?” Bell asked quietly,
heat flooding into her cheeks. She wanted to hear her girlfriend’s voice given
she wasn’t able to look her in the eyes. “I’m almost all the way inside.”
Lazuline’s walls felt wet and incredibly hot, clenching down on Bell’s fingers
as if to guide her in further. She began to experimentally scissor her fingers.
“Mm…” Lazuline mumbled, then leaning back it into the fingers slowly
penetrating her. “It feels really good,” she said, her voice small and simply
erotic. Bell felt herself pulse with desire and she shakily breathed out.
“Don’t stop, su.”
Bell’s brows furrowed and she began to thrust into Lazuline’s hole, intent on
bringing her to her first orgasm of the night. “I-I’ll keep going, as long as
you use your mouth too,” she said, “so don’t stop either, okay, Lazuline?”
“Okay, Bellsie. I’ll start licking, su!”
With Lazuline’s mouth pressed against her slit again, lapping and sucking her
folds with enthusiasm, Bell focused on Lazuline’s pleasure. It was almost
difficult when her legs were already shaking, heat pooling in her lower belly.
She rubbed rhythmically against Lazuline’s walls, curling her fingers and
thrusting in time with the tongue stroking her. Bell felt herself get wetter
just from hearing her girlfriend’s cries alone, and the gasps she had managed
previously eventually shifted to soft, breathless moans. Her hips rolled into
Lazuline’s mouth and her thighs trembled.
Desperately wanting to keep up, Bell lifted her chin and ran her tongue over
her partner’s clit. Lazuline tasted lovely and the enraptured cry she received
was well worth the added effort. “Lazuline…” Bell breathed into her flesh,
heavy, heated. Her lover’s entire body tremored upon hearing her name, and the
whine that followed nearly caused Bell to moan. She curled her two fingers and
rubbed incessantly right where she knew Lazuline was most sensitive. I want her
to come first, Bell thought, I want to taste her. She knew all along that
Lazuline wouldn’t have been able to keep up using her tongue. Lazuline would
succumb to the fingers fucking her — Bell’s fingers, and that was enough to
bring gratification to Bell as well.
She must truly be in love.
Bell rolled Lazuline’s clit beneath her tongue and continued to quirk her
fingers in short quick bursts. It only took a moment more before Lazuline let
out an unsteady cry.
“Uuu!” She felt tiny hands desperately grasping her legs. “I can’t hold it —
I’m gonna cum, su!”
Almost… there…!
She sucked against Lazuline’s sopping pussy and gave one last thrust. It was
more than enough for her girlfriend to go tumbling past the deep end, overcome
with bliss from Bell’s mouth and fingers. “Bellsie!!” Lazuline cried out in a
high-pitched note, her hips involuntarily jerking into Bell’s awaiting mouth as
she fiercely came. Bell could feel Lazuline’s juices gush from within her
spasming walls and she eagerly drank up what she could. She never stopped
milking her lover for all that she had, saliva dribbling down her chin and hand
aching. She was soiled with slick by the time Lazuline crawled off her body and
turned to flop beside her, resting their heads side-by-side.
Bell reached up to wipe her face with the back of her hand, and then turned her
head to look at her girlfriend’s face, no longer obscured. Lazuline was a
pretty shade of pink, like a rosy peach, and her eyes were sparkling. As
beautiful as always, if not more than usual. Lazuline blinked back at her,
bashful, and lowered her gaze. Her lashes were long and black, creating shadows
against her round cheeks. It would seem that she was embarrassed for having
been the one to come first. So cute! Bell was overcome with affection and
decided to tease her, something she reserved for the best of moments.
“It looks like you weren’t able to keep your end of the deal,” she said with a
smile. “What are you planning to do about that?”
Lazuline giggled and threw her arms around Bell’s body. She was warm, her heart
beating against Bell’s chest and radiating exhilaration. It was infectious.
“I have some ideas! I’ll make it up to you, su!”
Bell laughed too.
Chapter End Notes
     my first time writing for them! i love lazuline very much.
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