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My boyfriend the magical girl By: Lyrissa Tenchi looked up at the slate-grey sky and winced. He tugged his flimsy jacket tighter around his thin frame and once again tried calling his parents on his phone. He waited with bated breath for several moments before the automated voice once again told him the number he was trying to call was currently unreachable. With a resigned sigh he picked up his school bag and slung it over one shoulder, once more looking up at the foreboding sky. "They forgot. They forgot again," Tenchi mumbled as he left the school parking lot and started walking home. Tenchi's stomach rumbled as he walked. He wanted to kick himself for forgetting to pack his lunch into his bag this morning, but more importantly he wished that Kai and his gang of bullies hadn't forced him to give them what little money he had. Tenchi had just turned 18 and yet he was just as popular a target for bullying as he had been when he had just started first grade. It didn't help that he still looked like a gangly, weak scarecrow topped off with a head of unruly black hair and always wearing a pair of slightly oversized glasses which made him look even more like a geek. He rubbed his shoulder, still sore from when Kai had shoved him roughly into the metal locker. Why couldn't he have filled out and become a strong, athletic teenager like a lot of the other boys he grew up with? Tenchi's dark musings were interrupted by a flash of bright, warm light. He froze in his tracks and looked around wildly for the source of the flash, already having a vague hope regarding what was going on. Maybe it was just a flash of lightning, he thought. But no, there it was again! And now he could hear words echoing down the street, albeit faintly. The schoolboy's stomach tightened into a knot. There were sounds of fighting and shouting coming from just down that street, and combined with the odd flashing light and weird noises, it could mean only one thing! A magical girl battle. The boy quickened his steps and started running down the street towards the noise. Turning a corner he came to a screeching halt as he suddenly witnessed a bizarre scene playing out before him. A pretty girl with light blue hair arranged in two very long fluttering ponytails and dressed in an odd brightly-colored outfit with long trailing pastel green sleeves was darting back and forth across the uneven ground of a building site, dodging a barrage of crescent-shaped missiles which buried themselves deep into the ground wherever they struck. As the blue haired girl dived behind a half-finished concrete wall, Tenchi turned his head to see a bizarre creature who looked like a man in a silvery bodysuit with a terrifying head shaped like a crescent moon. "I must destroy you, Pretty Sasami! My mistress has ordered it!" the creature yelled in a nasal, screeching voice and launched several more of the lunar darts from its hands. If the magical girl had a snappy response Tenchi couldn't hear it. He saw her stand up again and wave her large pink baton around, and suddenly the entire area was drenched in bright pink light. Tenchi had to shield his eyes against the glare as pink energy rushed around, knocking objects over and casting weird shadows across the construction site. Then the energy surged into a rainbow-colored rush and a meteor of pink shot from the magical girl's wand, which engulfed the moon- creature and swept it away, rushing skywards. Then the light died away and Tenchi blinked away the spots dancing before his eyes. There was no trace of the monster, and he saw the magical girl gasp and fall to her knees. He wanted to rush over there and give her his help, but he didn't dare. He was afraid of what she might say, that she might laugh at him and mock him like everyone else. He was afraid he'd mess it up, just as he always did. "Why are you such a damn coward?" he said to himself, balling his hands into fists and almost sobbing with anger. As he looked back to Pretty Sasami, she had gotten to her feet again and was walking slowly to a small construction shed. She looked exhausted, and Tenchi had a feeling he knew what was about to happen. The girl vanished through the open doorway and soon there was another flash of light from inside. Soon she emerged again, now dressed in a normal schoolgirl outfit. She still looked tired, and kept looking around as she snuck out of the empty shell of the building. Pretty Sasami had become Tenchi's childhood friend Sammy, and nobody but he knew. He padded around the side of the building and tried to look as if he hadn't seen anything. He always pretended to be totally oblivious around Sammy, feigning that he barely even knew who Pretty Sasami was. He didn't dare admit he'd figured out her secret identity within the first week of Pretty Sasami's appearance, and he was afraid that if he did it now he would ruin what friendship they had. Now if only he could at least work up the courage to tell her that he was in love with her. "Sammy! Wait up!" Tenchi yelled when he thought he was appropriately far behind her to seem like he had just walked down the street. The blue-haired girl turned around, looking wary, but when she saw it was just Tenchi, she stopped and waited for him. "Hi," she said, still sounding winded. "I thought your parents were picking you up at school?" "They forgot again," Tenchi replied, feeling a jab in his stomach at being reminded of this embarrassment. "You're not looking well, Sammy, is everything alright?" She gave a little shrug and straightened up a bit, assuming her regular cheerful disposition. "Oh it's nothing, you shouldn't worry so much. I just feel a little queasy after lunch. I think I had too much of it!" "Oh. Alright then," Tenchi said, feeling a knot in his stomach. He wanted to ask her if she was hurt in the fight. He wanted to ask her what she thought of him. He wanted to ask her if she wanted to go watch a movie on Friday. Instead he asked: "So, can I walk you home?" *** "Sammy, there's something I've been meaning to ask you," Tenchi finally said, his whole body on edge and his hands trembling in his pockets. "What's that?" Sammy asked, blinking at him with her large beautiful eyes. "I was wondering if you would like to... I mean if you'd want to..." he started, then snapped his mouth shut and worked up as much courage as he could. "Sammy, would you like to-" "SAMMY!" a female voice shouted loudly. Tenchi turned around and looked over at the comfortable-looking suburban house where Sammy lived. It had taken him most of the walk to work up the courage to talk to Sammy about how he really felt, and now he realized what a mistake that had been. Glaring down at him from the sidewalk ahead was Ramia, Sammy's mother and self-appointed guardian saint. Ramia's long purple hair draped elegantly across her back, and she looked attractive even wearing an apron and slacks. If Tenchi hadn't known better he might have thought Ramia was Sammy's older sister rather than her mother. "Sammy, you're late. You didn't get into any trouble, did you?" Ramia said as she hurried over and hugged the schoolgirl. "Ooof! No mom, everything is just fine! Tenchi just walked me home because his parents didn't show up, isn't that right Tenchi?" "Y-yeah, that's it," Tenchi said with a nervous chuckle, rubbing his head. Ramia's yellow eyes fixed on the young man, scrutinizing him. He felt like she was staring straight through him, and then her nose wrinkled. "Come on Sammy, it's past dinnertime already," she said with a brusque tone and grabbed Tenchi's friend by the arm to drag her back towards the house. "Geeze mom, I'm not a little kid anymore!" Sammy protested. "Bye Tenchi, see you at school! Oh and you have to tell me whatever it was you wanted to say tomorrow!" As the door slammed, leaving Tenchi alone on the sidewalk, he felt his every fraction of energy drain. Tomorrow? He had just barely worked up the courage to try and ask Sammy out today, and that was just because he was spurred on by watching her fight as Pretty Sasami. If she had been her usual, talkative, cheerful self he probably would have been too embarrassed to even try! Why did Ramia have to constantly interfere with her daughter's choices in life anyway? Sammy was old enough to choose for herself! Angrily, Tenchi kicked a pebble down the sidewalk. There was a rumble above him. At first he thought that against all odds another magical girl battle had broken out, and that Pretty Sasami would leap out of her home to fight some horrible monster right before Tenchi's eyes. But then he realized it was just thunder. Soon the rain started as well, pouring out of the dull grey sky like a torrent. Tenchi winced at his poor luck, and briefly considered going up to Sammy's house to ask Ramia if he could have a ride home. The memory of the judgmental, cold eyes of Sammy's mother quickly discouraged him, however. Instead, Tenchi wrenched one of his schoolbooks out of his bag to cover his head and began running home. While he didn't live far from Sammy's house, the pouring, ice-cold rain made the last part of the journey awful. Tenchi was freezing and shaking by the time he reached his house, his hands pale as bone. He looked up and saw that the driveway was empty, and all the windows in his home were dark. His parents hadn't just forgotten about him, they'd gone off somewhere as well. Running up the steps of the porch he thrust his hand into his pocket for his keys, only to find nothing. Cursing silently at himself Tenchi realized the keys must have fallen out at some point during his walk home. Why did he have to be so clumsy and useless? Luckily for him he found one of the windows on the ground floor was improperly latched, and managed to jimmy it open enough to clumsily climb inside, flopping onto the carpet like a large wet fish. Thinking that there was no possible way for this day to get any worse, Tenchi went around the house switching the lights on and trying to get warm again. Perhaps things could get worse and he'd catch pneumonia as well, he mused. Making sure the window was properly closed before going upstairs, Tenchi tapped a large hot bath for himself and undressed, barely thinking about what he was doing. Only when his chilled, clammy body sank into the comforting embrace of the warm bath water did he feel any kind of relaxation kick in. He lay back in the tub, thinking about Sammy and how he could possibly change his relationship with her. Maybe he could prove himself to Ramia enough for her to allow him to date her daughter? But how? Maybe he could stand up to his bullies at school (like Kai) to show Sammy that he wasn't a total loser? His thoughts wandered back to the many times he had watched Pretty Sasami fight monsters and villains and he felt a different kind of warmth spread through his body. He felt his manhood twitch and stiffen as he half-dreamed of Sammy in her short magical girl skirt, jumping and flipping around in battle. "Oh Sammy. If only you could-" he mumbled. "If only Sammy could what, hmm?" said a female voice. Tenchi's eyes flew fully open and the dreamlike haze he had willed himself into cleared in an instant. On the edge of his bathtub sat a girl who made Tenchi's heart beat even faster in his chest. She had long blonde hair framing an utterly beautiful, but mischievous face. Her beautiful, curvy body was dressed in a form-hugging miniskirt with a belly cutout with matching thigh-high boots and opera gloves, all in a dark purple. Her skimpy outfit was enhanced by a few frills and she wore a thin tiara with a long white feather attached in her mass of golden locks. She seemed utterly casual about showing up in Tenchi's bathroom while he was naked, and in fact seemed more amused than anything. "You!" Tenchi gasped. "I've seen you before! You're the one who fights Sa- Pretty Sasami all the time!" "Pixy Misa, at your service!" the girl replied with a giggle and a small flourish. "And you can drop the act, Tenchi. I know Sammy's secret identity too. Honestly, I'm surprised anyone at all is fooled by her lame attempts to conceal it." "W-What do you want?" Tenchi stammered as he slowly reached down with his hands to try and conceal his growing erection. "What are you doing here?" Pixy Misa shrugged and gave a dismissive hmmph. "I was watching Sammy battle my moon creature when I noticed you skulking around. You really have a crush on Sammy, don't you? Well you can forget it, little boy! Sammy is too good for a spineless loser than you" Tenchi didn't even entirely disagree with Pixy Misa on that, but he still found himself growing angry. Maybe it was the effects of having a long, shitty day or maybe it was something else awakening inside him, but suddenly he tried to get up out of the tub. He wanted to scream at her to get out and that she had no right judging him. But before he could, the gloved hand of Pixy Misa pushed him back down into the water and grasped his member. Tenchi almost yelped from the pleasant sensation of the slender yet firm hand gripping his meat. "Uh-uh, little boy. You'll stay right there. And this is proof you're not any good for Sammy. You're turned on by other women more than you are by her! You get a stiffy watching Sammy's mother and now you're getting one watching me!" With a giggle, Pixy Misa began slowly rubbing Tenchi's penis, her gloved hand creating extremely pleasant friction on his skin. He gasped and sank back in the tub, every ounce of strength and resolve leaving him. "S-stop, don't..." he pleaded weakly, but Pixy Misa just laughed. "Stop? Why?" she said, and increased the force of her rubbing. Tenchi moaned and gasped at the touch, biting his lip to try to stop himself from feeling aroused. He tried to think of the unsexiest things possible to make himself go limp, but his traitorous thoughts simply strayed back to Sammy, Ramia or Pixy Misa herself. He realized he really was turned on by the evil blonde magical girl, and that she was right. He was a spineless wretch. He was useless. He couldn't help anyone, or be there for anyone. With an anguished scream, Tenchi came and released a cloud of sticky white cum into the hot bath water. Pixy Misa laughed again, a cruel, heartless laugh. She stood up and with a flick of magic her soiled glove was as clean and fresh as if it was new. "You're not even a threat to me, Tenchi. Knowing that, there's only one person left standing between me and Sammy. And I'm going to settle my score with her right now." Tenchi tried to clear his mind from the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, to say something to Pixy Misa, demand answers, anything. But before he could formulate a sentence she had blown him a kiss and then vanished out the door in a flash of light, leaving him sitting there embarrassed and regretful. "What did she mean settle the score?" he mumbled to himself, trying to avoid thinking about his thoughts about his own worth. It would a good while before he could will himself to get out of the cooling bath. *** "That boy is a fool if he thinks I'll let him do anything to my little girl," Ramia said as she wrapped the towel around her luscious body. Sammy's mother stepped out of the bathroom after a refreshing shower and walked into her bedroom where a non-descript brown box was sitting on top of her pristine bed sheets. Ramia quirked an eyebrow as she remembered the mysterious package which had been left on her doorstep sometime during the day. Ramia didn't want Sammy to find out about the odd delivery, lest she became worried or even worse curious. Sammy was a good daughter, but she had a tendency to stick her nose in things, something that made it even harder for Ramia to protect her. With a sigh the purple-haired beauty flopped down on the bed and ran a finger across the surface of the box. She picked it up and began tearing the packaging open until she lifted a long, hard object wrapped in many layers of foam out of the box. "What the hell?" Ramia muttered as she began unwrapping the thing. Her eyes widened as she found herself holding a dark purple-black object which reminded Ramia of a sex toy. It was long and cylindrical with a bulbous head and a pair of firm spheres near the base, but it was made from a substance that was neither rubber, metal or plastic. It almost felt like thick leather or hide, but the color and weight was all wrong. Frowning, Ramia put the thing aside and continued emptying the box of all packing materials, searching for any kind of note or other hint of who could conceivably be sending her an elaborate dildo. There was nothing, and Ramia fruitlessly looked the outside of the box for anything that might give a clue, but it only had a simple, printed label on it. "What is your secret?" she asked the purple object lying on the sheets next to her. With a shrug she picked it up again and squeezed it gently in her hands, feeling it flex a little under her pressure. A naughty smile spread across Ramia's lips and she pulled the towel apart to reveal her shaved, tight snatch and she then lowered the sex toy down to see how the size of it compared to her slit. It seemed like a nice fit, strangely enough, as if someone knew exactly what size Ramia was. And then the dildo twitched in her hand, springing to life and slithering free of her grip to crawl into her waiting womanhood. Ramia gasped as the thick member pushed past her labial lips and into her moist cavern. It pressed pleasantly against her walls but she was too shocked by the unexpected intrusion to get any pleasure from it. Her hands darted down to grab the root of the object. She felt something hot and sticky leak into her from the sex toy and gritted her teeth as she grabbed hold on it and tugged. The artifact deformed under her touch and a torrent of hot liquid surged from its tip into Ramia's depths. She realized to her horror that she had made the thing empty itself of its content faster by squeezing it as if it was a ketchup bottle, but by now it was already far too late. Ramia tried to focus to manifest her own magical girl powers, rusty from years of only sporadic use, but she couldn't. The world took on a faintly purple tone as the liquid spread rapidly through Ramia's body. She breathed heavily at each little spurt of additional liquid, and she felt her tension and panic vanish with each additional helping. She gasped in pleasure rather than shock and groaned as her hands cupped her breasts and played with her firm nipples. It was like a fire was spreading through her body and setting every inch of her aflame, and she found she didn't want anything more than to experience that passion all the time. With another grip she tried to unplug the dildo from her snatch again, and this time she found it came loose easily. The tip was still leaking a dark, seething liquid in her hand, but rather than throw the thing away in disgust, Ramia now found it intensely attractive. She wondered why she had been scared by the object before when it was clearly not harmful in any way. Ramia opened her soft lips wide and rammed the sex toy into her mouth and started deepthroating it. Each spurt of invigorating liquid took away a little more of her inhibitions, doubts and morals. She drank down every drop of the arousing liquid as if it was the nectar of life itself. She felt it reignite her disused powers and rejuvenate her body. She felt it race through her head as her eyes turned a solid black. She felt it tingle in her sensitive breasts and slit, and found she couldn't wait to offer herself up to a man or woman again. There was only one thing that the dark liquid could not take from Ramia, and that was her desire to protect her daughter Sammy. While twisted into a darker form of obsession, Ramia still cared for her daughter and was already forming schemes on how to make Sammy's life better, whether the girl liked it or not. "Ah, there you are," said a sardonic female voice from behind Ramia. The corrupted mother tugged the dildo out of her mouth, leaving a trickle of black viscous liquid trailing down her fair-skinned chin as she whirled around to confront the intruder. Pixy Misa stood at the window, smirking triumphantly and posing in her skintight outfit. "Now then old hag, it's time for me to finally settle the score between us!" Pixy Misa said and laughed almost hysterically. "You have tried to keep me and Sammy apart for too long, and it's time you were removed from the equation!" "You and Sammy?" Ramia said, a thin, cruel smile forming on her lips. "Never. You will not threaten my daughter again, foolish girl." "What are you going to do to stop me?" Pixy Misa said, spinning her arms and charging up a powerful attack to strike Ramia down. "This!" Ramia said and simply lunged at Pixy Misa. Before the evil magical girl could unleash her energy blast, the naked purple-haired beauty with the black eyes was upon her. Ramia's tall, naked form was impressive, perhaps made even more so with the enhancements of the black liquid. She pulled Pixy Misa into a bear hug, restraining the younger woman from doing anything. "Let me go you old hag! Let me go or I'll-" "You'll never harm anyone again, Misao," Ramia said with a feral grin and locked lips with her enemy. Pixy Misa struggled at first, but was unable to free herself from Ramia's grip. Then she felt the warmth of Ramia's lips touching her own and the pleasant feelings that this spread across her face. Soon she was leaning into the kiss, ignoring the fact that her magical girl outfit was becoming soiled and soaked by Ramia's wet body. Ramia maintained the kiss for several moments, wondering if the idea she had had would work. It had just occurred to her suddenly, as if a little voice had whispered the idea in her ear. She suddenly thought she had made a mistake, but then she felt Pixy Misa grow slack in her grip. The evil magical girl's eyes rolled back in their sockets and she groaned loudly as Ramia released her from the kiss. Pixy Misa's entire body was losing cohesion, as if it was a balloon that had sprung a leak. She deflated in Ramia's arms, her clothing slipping off a body that no longer had any substance to support it. Her arms and legs flopped down as empty sleeves and her breasts deflated into sacks as her torso became loose and shapeless. As Pixy Misa's face crumpled her eyes vanished and her mouth became nothing but an empty hole. The final shred of a human body within her vanished, and Pixy Misa was nothing but a perfectly realistic human skin held in Ramia's arms. Ramia easily removed the last few scraps of clothing from her victim and grinned as she studied Pixy Misa's empty, naked skin. "Oh little Misa, you shouldn't have picked today to mess with me. With my new power you were no match for me at all. But don't be sad, even if you can still hear me. You'll be so much more useful as a skin than you were as a person!" Ramia let her finger trail the floppy labial lips of the Pixy Misa suit. She broke into a cold, cruel laughter as she gathered up Pixy Misa's clothes and slung the skinsuit over her arm to go downstairs. Now it was time to set the trap. *** He knew something was wrong from the moment Sammy's house came into view. The windows were all dark and there was no sign of activity or life at all. The rain had stopped some time ago, but the sky above Sammy's house was still a dark, ominous grey which made the structure look much more foreboding. Tenchi didn't know whether Ramia was taking Sammy out somewhere that evening, but after his encounter with Pixy Misa he knew the only way he could have a hope at conquering the shame he felt over the encounter was to talk to Sammy directly. Not only did he have to warn her of Misa's vengeful plans, but he also really wanted to confess to Sammy how he felt, regardless of what Ramia thought. Tenchi walked up the stairs to the porch and peered in through a window, seeing the living room as dark and quiet as it had seemed from a distance. Tenchi raised his hand to ring the bell when he discovered something even more troubling. The door was open, a slight crack of darkness clearly visible. "Hello? Anyone home?" he said as he carefully entered the dark room beyond. Maybe someone had robbed Sammy's house, Tenchi thought. Maybe that someone was still here. What if it was one of Pretty Sasami's many enemies, a creature or person with supernatural powers just like Pixy Misa? But right now, for the first time in his life, Tenchi had found his courage. He flicked the light switch and a soft glow illuminated the short hallway and the living room beyond. Closing the door behind him, Tenchi snuck in closer and peered around the corner. He gasped and his heart pounded harder in his chest. He saw Pixy Misa's distinctive feathered tiara and blonde hair hang down the back of a chair facing away from him and feared the villainess had beaten him here and done something horrible to Sammy and Ramia. Against his every instinct Tenchi padded into the room as quietly as he could, approaching the chair. There was something wrong, as Pixy Misa didn't seem to move or react in any way. Even if she was sitting idle, surely there would be some slight movements of her hair? A wiggle of the feather in her tiara? But there was nothing. Suddenly Tenchi felt a sense of dread, and he reached out with one trembling hand to spin the chair around. He gasped in shock. Pixy Misa was indeed sitting in the chair, or rather her empty skin was. It was a perfect costume of the wicked magical girl, and Tenchi blushed as his eyes roamed over the suit's anatomically perfect nipples and snatch. Her empty face lolled, propped up by her hair slung over the back of the chair. Tenchi reached out and touched the suit, and found it slightly warm and soft to the touch. What could have done this? Pixy Misa was a powerful magical girl in her own right, the equal of Pretty Sasami. Whatever had reduced her to this form must be a huge threat, not just to this villainess but to everyone. Somehow Tenchi knew that this skin was special, not just a cheap latex thing someone had manufactured. His pants felt unusually tight as he kept staring at the suit, her beautiful yet empty features staring back at him. Suddenly he had an overwhelming urge to try the costume on. It was a stupid, irrational reflex, but Tenchi had always dreamed of being someone different. Someone strong, confident and powerful who could do what they wanted and go where they wanted. Also he still found Pixy Misa's form extremely attractive, and it struck a naughty chord within the boy to try that form out for himself. Looking around the house quickly, Tenchi found no sign of either Sammy or Ramia, and he decided to satiate his curiosity. He returned back down to the living room and picked the costume up, discovering a long slit on the back which ran from the neck to the buttcheeks. Fearing that if he hesitated and thought about it he wouldn't go through with this kinky little experiment, Tenchi quickly undressed, doffing his thread-worn casual clothes into the sofa. He didn't even consider what Ramia or Sammy would say if they came upon him naked in their home, but instead he just focused on doing the deed as fast as possible. He grabbed the skin and slid one leg in, finding the odd costume as warm inside as it was on the outside and slightly moist. The feeling was very pleasant, and Tenchi couldn't wait to feel the soft material envelop his dick, which was already getting fully erect. It was crazy, of course. Tenchi realized that. But he needed to do it now, to see what it would feel like when he put the whole thing on. He slipped his other leg in and groaned as he tugged the flat crotch of the suit up over his manhood, fixating his dick firmly against his stomach. The soft, slippery feeling of the suit enveloped his hips and waist, and he shuddered as he ran his fingers over the creamy skin. He pulled the arms on, grunting a bit as Pixy Misa's form was so much smaller than his. It was like slipping into a pair of tights that were too small yet stretchy enough to accommodate. He wiggled his fingers into place, then tugged the mask of Misa's face up over his own, holding her blonde hair to the side to keep it away from the zipper. Grunting as he aligned her features over his own, he slowly began closing the seam at his back, feeling slightly claustrophobic as Misa's lovely skin closed up over his own slightly pallid back. Then the seam clicked shut and Tenchi felt a sense of soft, warm stimulation as the suit squeezed his body from all sides. It was intensely erotic and he felt like he might cum right there, but the feeling quickly passed and Tenchi was breathing normally again. "Oh... this was such a dumb idea," he said to nobody in particular, then gasped. The voice that had spoken had come from his lips, but it had unmistakably been Pixy Misa's sensual, feminine tones. Tench rushed through the house into the bottom floor bathroom and screeched to a halt as soon as the mirror came into view. He had become Pixy Misa in every little detail. Her soft skin. her long blonde hair. Her beautiful eyes. her soft bosom. The split between her legs. Tenchi realized there was not even a trace of a bulge where his dick had been squeezed under the suit, and his now dainty fingers roamed down to touch the edge of the snatch between his legs, which sent a wave of pleasure through his body. "Enjoying the new view?" said Ramia's voice from behind Tenchi. Tenchi gasped as Ramia stepped into the bathroom behind him so silently that he hadn't even heard a faint click from her heels. He also found himself staring at Sammy's mother in disbelief at how changed she seemed. It wasn't just her totally black eyes which creeped him out intensely, it was the extremely tight two-piece outfit she wore, coupled with matching boots and gloves, all in a dark purple that matched her hair. She looked like a wicked dominatrix rather than the caring mother that she had been when Tenchi and Sammy had played together as kids. "W-what? How did you?" Tenchi stammered. "Oh don't worry, girl," Ramia said with a laugh. "I won't tell just how perverted you are. After all, what little boy could resist such a pretty girl? Or should I say being such a pretty girl?" Ramia circled Tenchi like a great cat stalking her prey, and Tenchi could smell that the older woman was wearing perfume which was mixed with a musky sweat that made Tenchi very aroused. "I... I didn't mean anything. Honest! Please, just let me go before Sammy gets home! She can't see me like this!" Tenchi said, feeling panic well up within him. "Oh you didn't mean anything? Was that erection you sported before you started undressing in my home and slipped into a fetish bodysuit just imaginary?" Ramia said, stroking Tenchi's shoulder. To his astonishment, it didn't feel like Ramia was touching a bodysuit, but rather as if she was stroking Tenchi's own skin. He got goosebumps all over his body, but could still feel the intense mixture of shame and arousal surge and battle for dominance within him. "N-no. I mean yes! I mean... p-please, can you just let me go? I promise I won't come back here..." "Oh no. That's the last thing I want, actually," Ramia said, tapping her chin. "You see, I initially thought of just getting rid of you to get you to stay away from my little girl, but now I see that you have a lot more potential as a tool. You, dear Tenchi, or perhaps I should say Misao, will become my accomplice." Tenchi blinked and stared up at the older woman, whose new dark and skimpy outfit made her seem almost as much of a villain as Pixy Misa. "Accomplice? To what?" "Anything I want, dear. Theft, kidnapping, extortion. Don't worry, I won't ask you to kill or injure anyone seriously. I don't want the attention anyway. But with Pixy Misa now reduced to the thing you're wearing, I can take control of all crime in this city, and by having someone posing as her at my disposal I can avoid any attention from the cops or annoying do-gooders." "Y-you're crazy!" Tenchi protested, feeling very exposed standing there in the Misa bodysuit without any clothes over it. "You can't mean you're turning to crime! What would Sammy say!" "She'll never find out it's me. She will just know that her long-time rival Pixy Misa has gone on a crime spree. We will meet here in secret when Sammy's away on business, and you'll obey my every command." Tenchi felt a trace of the determination he had built up before coming her well up within him. "I won't do it! I won't!" "Then I'll tell Sammy every little detail of what you've done here today, Tenchi. Do you think you could ever look my daughter in the eyes again if she knew what a disgusting pervert you are?" "I... I..." Tenchi stammered, but he already felt all his strength failing him. "I don't want that." "Good. Then, Misao, we have a lot of work ahead of us," Ramia said, cackling madly. *** The next few weeks were like a living nightmare for Tenchi, or rather for Misao. He was forced to submit to Ramia's will and only refer to himself as a girl, and eventually even started thinking of himself as a girl. Thus it was as Misao that Tenchi returned to school, inadvertently learning Pixy Misa's secret identity in the process. Tenchi would never have guessed that the sensual, slutty Pixy Misa could be Sammy's unassuming friend Misao, and thus it had been a shock the first time she transformed back from her magical girl form to her mortal one. Attending class as Misao and not daring to talk to Sammy at all to avoid giving away the secret was agonizing, but at least Tenchi as Misao didn't have to deal with any of the bullying and neglect that plagued Tenchi's own life. Ramia had threatened to tell Sammy if Tenchi ever tried taking the suit off or tell Sammy, so as of yet the new girl didn't dare to even try either. But all those problems were really just a faint echo of the things that Misao had to do for Ramia. The self-appointed new crime boss of the city had Pixy Misa robbing jewel stores and armored trucks, making off with money and valuables to stroke Ramia's newfound megalomania. Pixy Misa became one of the most wanted criminals in the city, and she had to quickly master Misa's full spectrum of powers to avoid escape. It was deeply troubling to Tenchi that the suit she wore was apparently the real Pixy Misa, transformed into a costume by Ramia's powers, but the advantage of that was that the skinsuit held Misa's full range of powers. She could animate and transform matter, throw magical bolts and many other useful tricks, all of which she was given a crash course in during her one-woman crime wave. Of course, both she and Ramia knew that a confrontation between the new Pixy Misa and Pretty Sasami was just a matter of time, and while Misao wished that she would never have to meet Sammy up close in this identity, such hopes would soon be dashed. The first few encounters between Pixy Misa and Pretty Sasami after Tenchi assuming the role were just brief skirmishes. Misao would create a monster to keep Sammy busy while she fled to hide in her mortal identity. Ramia seemed vaguely disappointed every time this occurred, chastising the disguised Tenchi as a coward and showing a gleeful desire to have the two magical girls meet in a head-on battle. Soon she got her wish when Pretty Sasami, evidently having grown tired of the constant robberies and other crimes perpetrated by Pixy Misa, managed to force her unwilling rival into a personal battle. Though Misao managed to escape without giving away the secret of her suit or that Ramia was commanding her, she still suffered punishment as a result. Ramia had Tenchi/Misao strip down and then tied her up before erotically teasing her minion for a whole night. Misao almost hoped that Sammy would manage to wander into the basement of her house where Ramia had her strapped down and gagged, but no such rescue happened. The next time she and Pretty Sasami clashed, things ended even more badly. *** "You can't escape this time, Pixy Misa! I know your tricks now!" Pretty Sasami shouted cheerfully as a tendril of pink energy snagged her enemy and dragged her back to the floor. Misao cursed under her breath. Sammy was stopping every attempt she made to get out of the city museum, which she had been in the process of robbing on Ramia's behalf when Sammy happened upon her. She had tried everything, distracting Sammy with animated minions, blinding her with a flash of light, but the magical girl was ready for every trick Pixy Misa threw at her, and now they were locked in an unavoidable battle. Misao wanted nothing more than to get away, but she feared that if Sammy beat and captured her then the seam on her back would be discovered and Sammy would find out about the whole sordid plot. "I don't want to fight you, Sasami!" Misa shouted as she blocked a few magical beams that Pretty Sasasmi shot her way. "But you're not leaving me any choice! I won't be captured, don't you realize that?" "Ha!" Pretty Sasami said with a giggle as she effortlessly ducked under Pixy Misa's clumsy attack. "Then you shouldn't have strayed to the side of evil! I will stop your rampage in the city right now, Pixy Misa!" Misa flung a heavy display cabinet clumsily towards the magical girl, knowing that Sammy would not be injured by it but that she would also be distracted as she ducked out of the way. Misao turned and ran for the exit as fast as she can, but before she could slip out of the doorway a pink energy field appeared over it which proved totally impenetrable despite what Misa tried. She spun around to see Pretty Sasami approach her, her pink baton held in a threatening manner. "And now, finally, I shall learn all your secrets. You're defeated, Pixy Misa! Give up!" Sammy said in her cheerful voice. "Never! You must never find out!" Pixy Misa snarled, and readied herself to fight her best friend to the very end. "STOP!" the thunderous voice of Rami echoed through the museum hall. Pretty Sasami and Pixy Misa found themselves suspended in air as a series of black tentacle-like shadows wrapped themselves around their nubile young bodies and lifted them from the floor. Ramia floated down from the ceiling, her whole body sparkling with the dark energy that she now wielded. Her skimpy outfit and haughty, wicked expression really made her seem more like a villain than Pixy Misa did. "Mom? What are you doing here?" Sammy asked incredulously as she struggled against her bonds. "Hey, lemme out of these, I have Pixy Misa right where I want her!" "That is not how a magical girl acts, young lady!" Ramia said with a booming, authoritarian voice which made Sammy wince. "You two have gotten out of control with this childish, bratty behavior! I'm taking you both back home to teach you a lesson!" Misao and Sammy found themselves suspended in air as Ramia floated back up towards the window, dragging them along through the power of the black energy bonds that kept them prisoner. Soon they were out the window and soaring over the night-time city, the lights blinking far below them and the chill wind whipping through the long hair of all three women. The flight was thankfully brief, and soon they were being dragged into a second story window in Ramia and Sammy's house in the suburbs, and then downstairs into the comfy living room where Tenchi had first found the suit. Before either magical girl could react, Ramia turned towards them with a wide, lecherous grin and then the black tentacles holding the girls captive stirred into action. With firm tears they stripped every last scrap of clothing from Pixy Misa and Pretty Sasami, leaving the two girls standing there free but naked. "M-Mom! What are you doing? How could you take my enemy to our home? And give me back my clothes!" Sammy demanded, covering her small breasts and groin. "P-please Ramia, I've done what you-" Tenchi/Misao began, but was quickly silenced by a black tentacle which reshaped itself into a gag and slipped between Pixy Misa's thick, sensual lips to silence her. She whimpered and stared at Ramia with a begging expression, but Ramia paid no heed to her minion. Instead she sauntered in between Sammy and Misao, letting her gloved hands run across the young bodies of the two girls, roughly playing with their nipples and running fingers down their soft-skinned backs. "Such pretty young girls shouldn't be scuffling like a pair of boys," Ramia said, emphasizing the word boys and staring at Misao. "You need to learn to behave like young women. Now kiss and make up." Sammy and Misao stared at each other and then at Ramia in utter disbelief, with Sammy seemingly barely believing the situation in the first place. But then the black tentacles launched up from the shadows on the floor, and pushed the two naked girls together into a deep embrace. Ramia left the gag in Misao's mouth, but soon their heads were pushed together and their lips met. Misao couldn't resist and her dainty hands roamed across Sammy's back and down to her pert rump, and she groaned as she felt Sammy doing the same, the smaller girl's hands discovering Misao's flat tummy and soft breasts. "Good. Much better," Ramia said from her position in one of the chairs. Sammy's mother sat there wide-legged, her right hand stroking her crotch through her thong bottom and it was evident she loved what she saw. "M-mom, what are you-" Sammy began, but an annoyed handwave from Ramia interrupted her. "Don't question me young lady. I know what's best for you. Haven't I always known what was best for you?" "Y-yes but-" "Then don't talk back. You and Pixy Misa have solved your differences in a peaceful fashion now. There's no need for you two to fight. I shall return Misa to where she came from, and the next time you meet there will be no more bad blood between you. Agreed?" Misao and Sammy stared at each other, and the disguised Tenchi thought she saw a sudden spark of understanding in Sammy's eyes before the blue-haired girl turned to her mother. "Of course, mother. You're right as always. What about Pixy Misa's clothes?" "I might give her back her clothes. If I'm feeling generous," Ramia said with a wicked laughter. *** Tenchi/Misao's life had officially become hell. Her mistress Ramia seemed to have gotten a bunch of new ideas into her head after her humiliation of Pixy Misa and Pretty Sasami. Now Ramia seemed hellbent not just to have Misao steal and plunder on her behalf, but also to humiliate the skinsuit-wearing boy. Ramia was now careful to try and keep Sammy oblivious about when Pixy Misa was going to perform a crime, often tricking Sammy into doing something else at the time or grounding her with homework. For Misao, however, Ramia had other plans. She set the so-called evil magical girl up in situations where she was forced to kiss or make out with men or women during her crimes. She enjoyed sneaking around the crime scene and suddenly causing Misao to have a wardrobe malfunction or other humiliating experience. One time she created a dildo-like object with her corrupted black energy and slipped it into Pixy Misa slit right in the middle of a robbery. While the magical girl was twitching in pleasure, Ramia laughed in the shadows where she hid. Tenchi was wondering if Ramia ever intended to allow her to remove the bodysuit, or if Ramia had simply decided to make Pixy Misa her sex toy and proxy forever. The only thing that kept the disguised schoolboy going was the idea that once this was all over she would have a chance to remove the skinsuit forever and be together with Sammy again. She didn't even care if she never got to kiss Sammy, she just wanted to be with her. Not wanting Sammy to find out what Ramia knew about Tenchi was the thing the new Pixy Misa had to remind herself of time and time again when her wicked mistress once again molested her after a mission or had her seduce a security guard to enter a bank vault. Tenchi/Misao could almost not remember what it was like being boring, unassuming Tenchi now, so entrenched was she in Misao's double life as a mousy schoolgirl and ravishing magical villainess. Two weeks after the encounter where Ramia forced Misa and Sasami to make out it seemed the purple-haired wicked mistress had had enough of simply abusing Misao from afar. After reporting back to Ramia after a successful jewel heist, Pixy Misa found herself tied up in Ramia's black tentacles, stripped and roughly abused by her mistress. Ramia seemed to take enormous delight in sliding a thick, dripping object into Misa's tight slit, laughing and cackling about what a good little minion Tenchi had become. Ramia insulted the boy's original form, calling him spineless and weak and only good to be Pixy Misa. With each thrust from Ramia's dildo, Misao writhed in mixed agony and pleasure, biting down her lip to keep the huge sense of shame under control. She told herself she was doing this for Sammy's sake, and then repeated that as long as she could keep focus. Through orgasm after orgasm, Misao whimpered and thought about Sammy's smiling face, until finally Ramia released her and dropped her naked, sweaty body onto the rug where she lay leaking fluids from her snatch and rear and tried to regain a measure of self-control. Tenchi/Misao didn't see any end to her enslavement. *** "I have a new job for you, Misao dear," Ramia said, sitting cross- legged in the chair where Tenchi had first found the Pixy Misa skinsuit. Ramia seemed to regard that chair as her "throne" of sorts, and loved to give her abused minions degrading commands while reclining there. Misao felt a tight knot in her stomach as she nodded silently. It was getting slightly easier to obey Ramia's perverted commands, and Misao wondered if it was because she was getting desensitized to the whole process. "There's this lovely young man in Sammy's class called Kai, and he has quite a few strapping friends. I think they need a visit from that wicked seductress Pixy Misa," Ramia said with a devilish smile. Misao blanched. Kai? The bully who had been oppressing Tenchi almost from his first day at school? "Mistress, no! Not that! I can't do that!" "You WILL do it, dear. Haven't you learned that Ramia knows best?" the purple-haired vixen said with a smirk. "I won't do it," Misao insisted, turning around. "After all this time you still haven't learned your place?" Ramia snapped, all amusement gone from her tone. "Then maybe it is time that Sammy found out what her little boyfriend Tenchi has been up to for the past months, hmm?" Misao felt all resolve leave her. She couldn't do that to Sammy. She just couldn't. She balled her hands into fists and felt a tear streak down her cheek as she stared at the rug in the deceptively ordinary living room where Tenchi and Sammy had played as children. "I.... alright. I will do it. But promise me this is the last thing I do for you," she said in a whisper. "No promises, dear! Your debt to me is still unfulfilled! Continue to serve me and Sammy will remain unaware of your shame, little boy!" "She already knows, and she doesn't care," said Sammy's calm voice from the stairwell. Ramia's head snapped around to focus on her daughter, and Misao blinked away the tears to see witness the arrival of the blue-haired magical girl who was her best friend. Pretty Sasami seemed surprisingly calm considering what she had just said, and just walked down the last few steps to stand resolute at the edge of the living room. "Don't even bother lying, mom. Why did you turn to evil? You were the kindest person I ever knew, and now you're using Tenchi as nothing more than a tool for your perverted lusts?" Sammy said. "I am going to punish you for that, even if it breaks my heart to do so!" "How did you know?" Ramia said with a growl, her eyes narrowing and her attention slipping away from Pixy Misa for a moment. "I'm not stupid! I noticed something was wrong the first time you showed up during my battle with Tenchi. Why did you just happen to be there? Why would you want me and Misao to make up when you were the one who forbade us from seeing each other? So I began investigating what happened, and I found out Tenchi had vanished. Then you started sending me around on pointless errands and grounding me, and I realized you were involved in Pixy Misa's crimes." "Very good. Very good indeed," Ramia said with a touch of pride. "After that it was easy for me to fake you out and spy on you when you were abusing Tenchi, and I found out that you had turned him into Pixy Misa and make him your slave!" Ramia shrugged and reclined again, resuming her calm, evil smile. "So why? Why did you do it? And how?" Sammy demanded. "Answer me, mom!" Suddenly the pink baton that was the focus of Pretty Sasami's powers were in her hand, and Ramia's eyes widened just a fraction. The purple- haired vixen stood up and minced closer to her daughter, assuming a simpering smile. "Someone sent me a little gift that opened my eyes to the world as it really is, Sammy. The only way to protect you was to remove everyone who could take you away from me, and I also realized that I was a fool not to have as much fun as possible in the process. Pixy Misa was the first to fall as I drained her of all her energy and turned her into the skin that your little boyfriend Tenchi now wears," Ramia said and her eyes darted over to where Pixy Misa stood. "Or should I said Misao? Oh, I forgot to tell you, didn't I dear? The suit is not a suit anymore. It's permanent now. The longer you wore it the more it attached to you until finally the seam vanished the other day. I confirmed it when I fucked your virgin pussy with my dildo." The ground seemed to vanish underneath Misao's feet, leaving only a yawning dark abyss. Sammy's jaw fell open. "You... you couldn't have... Misao... and Tenchi... mother, how COULD you?" Sammy whimpered, and raised her baton. But the shock of Ramia's revelation was Sammy's undoing. Shaken as she was she was not fast enough to dodge or parry the flurry of black tentacles which formed out of every shadow in the living room. One batted the weapon out of Pretty Sasami's hand, another wrapped around her waist, and while she was trying to remove it, four more launched themselves from the floor and constricted her arms. Sammy screamed as more and more tentacles formed and squeezed her nubile form while Ramia laughed a horrible, spiteful laugh. Misao looked up to see Ramia pull out an alien-looking purple-black dildo from somewhere on her person and blinked as she saw the thing throb in Ramia's hand. She leaned in closer to her still struggling daughter. "I wanted to keep you out of this, Sammy. I really did. But now I realize I had the wrong idea. The best thing would be to have you join me. Truly become my daughter, the princess of evil. And my little friend here will make you see my point of view, I promise." Sammy tried to reply but a tentacle latched itself between her lips and muffled her scream. Then the mass of black appendages began dragging the struggling magical girl towards the bathroom, with Ramia following in her normal mincing strut. "Dear Misa, will you guard the house against intrusions while I induct little Sammy into our conspiracy? It won't be a moment now and you and her will be together again!" Ramia said with a cackling laughter and vanished into the bathroom, the door slamming behind her. Misao tried to stop the burning tears streaming down her face. She had failed Sammy. Not only had she been a fool not to defy Ramia and talk to Sammy directly, but together they could have defeated the twisted purple-haired mistress. With trembling hands her fingers traveled up her pale neck to rummage around under her hairline, but just as Ramia had said, there was nothing there but creamy, soft skin. Tenchi was gone forever, and all Ramia's promises were just lies. And now Sammy too would... Suddenly a fire began in Misao's gut. It started as a spark of defiance, but quickly turned into a wildfire of rebellion. There was nothing left to lose. Tenchi had failed because he was afraid, but there was nothing left to be afraid of. Either she could try to help Sammy and perhaps fail, or she could stand here feeling sorry for herself and ensure Sammy would be doomed. With an enraged scream Misao broke through the miserable feeling of worthlessness and submission that had kept her chained in both her lifetimes, and before she could think she had jumped over the sofa and ran for the bathroom. She pointed at the door and it blew off its hinges as if it had been made from tissue paper. Ramia turned around in shock. Sammy was still suspended by the mass of tentacles, her naked body now exposed. Ramia was brandishing the evil- looking dildo and was just about to jam it into her daughter's tight slit when Pixy Misa burst in. A flurry of tentacles detached themselves from Sammy's pale, nude form and launched towards Misao, but fueled as she was by rage the blonde magical girl easily dodged and ducked, causing the appendages to smash up the bathroom wall instead. She had to get at Ramia and neutralize her somehow, but first she had to save Sammy, and the best way to do that suddenly sprang into Misao's mind as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. She had truly learned what it was like being Pixy Misa, she realized. All these weeks of performing crimes and unwillingly fighting Sammy had honed her once- clumsy control of her abilities. She might be stuck in this body forever now, but she would never be helpless again. Pixy Misa screamed and pointed at the sex toy that Ramia was threatening Sammy with, and willed it to animate. The thing writhed in Ramia's hand, squirming like a living serpent. Before the stunned purple-haired villainess could react, Misao willed the dildo to tear itself in every direction at once. It exploded with a force much bigger than expected, bursting into a billion frayed fragments which scatted across the white tile floor and walls of the bathroom. Ramia screamed, but it wasn't a scream of pain. It was something different, as the purple-haired woman shrank to her knees, holding her head. A mist of black was pouring from every pore of Ramia's body, swirling into the air itself and forming into a dark mist above her. As it did, Ramia's shadow tentacles melted and vanished, dropping Sammy back to the floor. "Sammy! Your light!" Pixy Misa shouted. "Hurry!" Sammy nodded, and suddenly the baton flew in through the doorway to land in Pretty Sasami's outstretched hand. She twirled the weapon around and pink energy formed in the air as hearts swirled around the three women. Then Sammy unleashed the full force of her warm, soothing light towards the dark mist, and Misao had to shield her eyes from the flash. When she opened them again, the darkness was gone and Ramia was sitting on the floor, naked and confused. Her eyes opened and were no longer black. "W-what happened? I remember opening some weird present and finding someone's stupid idea of a joke..." Ramia said as she saw her daughter and Pixy Misa stare down at her in concern. "I think it's over," Misao said. "I think so too," Sammy said with a smile. *** "So your mom doesn't remember anything she did while she was under the control of that evil energy?" Misao asked as she and Sammy walked home together. "Nothing at all. She thinks she was in a coma or something, or was abducted by a UFO," Sammy said with a smile. The sun shone down at the two pretty young women as they walked hand in hand through the suburbs. A bird chirped from a nearby tree. It was as if the last few months had been nothing but a bad dream, with the only exception that Tenchi was no more. Explaining to his parents had been difficult, but finally possible with Pretty Sasami's help, and now Tenchi's parents believed their poor son had been mind-swapped with the villainess Pixy Misa against his will and was stuck. This had weirdly enough also resulted in them paying a lot more attention to their new daughter, and Tenchi/Misao had to reluctantly agree that things were looking up. Not to mention that going on patrol with Pretty Sasami in her magical girl form was exhilarating. Still, there were still concerns. "I'm sorry for Misao," she said thoughtfully. "I am too," Sammy said with a deep sigh. "Maybe one day we can figure out how to restore her. But until then we can only make the best of the situation. That's what my mentor always said anyway." Misao looked over at Sammy, and the blue-haired girl smiled at her. Slowly, Sammy's hand wormed its way into Misao's, and a soft, fuzzy feeling spread through the former schoolboy's body. "And maybe we'll find out where that dildo came from as well. Who could have created such a thing?" Misao mused as they continued on their way home. Epilogue "I can't believe I actually underestimated that boy!" the female voice said as she slammed a fist into a wall. The curvaceous form of a young woman emerged from the shadows of the hideout, stepping out into the dim lighting of a floor lamp. "They actually managed to overcome the evil energy object I created. And now that little fool Tenchi is even closer to my beloved Sammy! Curses!" The owner of the voice fully stepped into the light, showing a mass of golden locks topped by a tiara with a long white feather in it. The clingy skimpy dark outfit which hugged her curves contrasted nicely with her soft, pale skin. Pixy Misa suddenly smiled slightly and walked over to a large wardrobe built into the opposite wall and tapped a button. The doors slid open softly, revealing hangers filled with skinsuits of all different sizes, shapes and appearances. She let her gloved fingers pick through the disguises, touching upon each in turn. There were suits of Ramia, Tenchi and Sammy herself, a suit of what looked like a half-feline woman, a regal-looking woman with long dark blue hair, a brown-skinned woman with luxurious blonde hair, a pretty girl with brown hair and red facial markings and many many more. Pixy Misa grinned to herself. "Oh well. If I could cause that much chaos with just one skin of myself, imagine what I can do with the rest!" Her amused laughter echoed through her headache and up towards the night sky.