Delta7447: A Universe of Magic (old)

They're beginning to wonder.

"What's out there?"

"Is this all there is?"

"Is information being withheld from us?"

I've kept them at bay for millennia now. Dodged their questions.

They're my children. They were... mistakes, I admit, but they're still my children! They've never known what life is like outside the modest reserve I made for them. I've always treated them well, let them live comfortably... but there's only so much I can do for them. There's a whole universe out there that I'm sheltering them from. What gives me the right to do that?

Besides, I don't think I can keep them confined much longer, even if I wanted to. They may, at some point, become capable of overpowering even me.

I didn't want to let them roam free because they don't know right from wrong. I feared they'd wreak havoc on the universe's inhabitants...

Unless... I find people to help them! Guide them, teach them right from wrong. I think I'm onto something here. These people would need to be very good-hearted... and wield some tremendous power, just to keep up with them. Well, in this universe of magic, I'm sure I can turn something up.

I just hope they can understand where I'm coming from...

...and that they won't hate me for my poor judgement.

Where am I? Space?

There's a person before me.

Who is that? A woman?

Her hair looks like it's part of the starfield behind her. She's wearing space itself like a... like a robe. It's like the universe bends to her.

My god, the power she must have at her command... it just boggles my mind.

Who is she? A queen? An empress?

No. A goddess. No other word gets even close to describing a being so powerful, so omnipotent, so Junoesque, so...

mind-numbingly,

orgasmically...

sexy....

Chateau Studio Toranomon, apartment 708
Toranomon 3-Chome, Minato, Tokyo, Japan
Monday, April 10, 2017
7:00 AM

Tsubasa Iwayama woke up to the sound of the alarm on her phone and immediately felt a familiar wetness in her panties. She sighed. This was starting to get annoying.

Of course, I'm soaked down there, she thought. I had that dream again.

After silencing the alarm and climbing out of bed, she removed her wet panties, tossed them into a hamper with just shy of a dozen that had met a similar fate, and put on clean ones.

Maybe I should buy some more underwear. The rate I'm going through them lately, I won't have any clean ones left soon. Having more would be easier than doing laundry more often. I can't blame myself, though. That was quite an arousing dream. Why wouldn't it be? I basically dreamed of having sex with the perfect woman. For all I know, I was masturbating in my sleep. Wouldn't be the first time.

She began her morning routine. The quiet in her apartment was all too familiar to her. Her parents had very busy, active jobs. They agreed it would be easier if she just lived on her own. They had deemed her plenty mature to handle that level of independence and she quickly proved them right. The only thing both she and her parents neglected to consider was how lonely living alone could get. Considering her parents were covering the entire rent themselves and the apartment was pretty nice, she felt bad about complaining about it, so she opted to just put up with it.

It was 7:27 AM. Her train to school was scheduled to arrive in fifteen minutes--plenty of time, given how close she lived to the station.

Glasses are straight, uniform is on, bag on shoulder, contents are present--train pass, phone, key, and wallet all in my bag and where they should be--pantyhose are straight, and shoes are on. All good--time to head out.

After a brief elevator ride down to the ground floor of her apartment building, she stepped outside to the wonderful April weather. The trees lining the road were filled with cherry blossom petals, fluttering down and accumulating on the ground. Tsubasa smiled, as she usually did coming outside at this time of year. She felt lucky to have even just a modicum of cherry trees right next to where she lived. They were no Ueno Park, but she loved them all the same.

It may be lonely at my apartment, living by myself and all, but dare I say this view alone makes it all worth it!

She had a bit of a walk to get to Onarimon Station, passing by the similarly named junior high and elementary school along the way. Once in the underground station, she navigated through the maze of concrete to find the northbound Mita Line train. This was her second year both living at her apartment and attending Shirayuki Girls' High School, so this was all routine to her by now.

As usual for this time of morning, the train was crammed with people--students and adults commuting to school and work. A fair portion of them was clad in the same white blazers of Shirayuki High that Tsubasa was wearing.

Tsubasa made momentary eye contact with a fellow Shirayuki High student, her crush: Nozomi Saotome. More like a lady than a girl, she practically defined the standards for beauty, intelligence, and kindness within Shirayuki High School. As a result, she was one of the most popular girls on campus.

As such, it went without saying that she was also completely out of Tsubasa's league. The only reason Tsubasa even maintained her crush was because Nozomi was openly gay. Tsubasa broke contact before Nozomi could do anything in response. She lowered her head in embarrassment.

I don't know why I bother. Everyone else loves her. Everyone else has the courage to confess their love to her. Everyone else has normal libidos they don't have to keep absolutely under control whenever they're in public. If I wasn't completely holding back right now, if my self-control wasn't as ironclad as it is, I'd push my way through the crowd to her like a badass and tell her just how much I love her. She'd reveal she's always felt the same about me, and we'd make love like sea otters right then and there until sunset. I bet she wears black underwear--like she's actually really sexually experienced and just hiding it under a veil of purity. Hey, it might even feel better with everyone watching us... who knows? The only way to find out is to try, right? It would probably be the best experience of my life, letting myself loose on a person as sexy as her...

...But I'd also be arrested in a heartbeat for indecency and spend the rest of my days incarcerated and... probably saturated with regret. I... hm. If I'm thrown in jail, them surely she would be, too-- No, no. Come on, Tsubasa. You know full well you don't have the guts to make love to anyone on a busy train, so stop thinking about it! Besides, I can only see a tiny bit of her pink hair from here. There's no way I could get to her, anyway.

At 7:59, the train arrived at the stop closest to Shirayuki High--right on schedule. She, Nozomi, and a handful of other girls clad in white blazers departed and gradually moved in the direction of the school. Tsubasa was in the minority of these students, in that she wasn't taking her time talking with friends. Socialization didn't come naturally to her as it did to her peers.

She wasted no time in entering the building. Given how early it was, the halls were remarkably quiet. After switching into her red-trimmed indoor shoes, Tsubasa stopped, held her breath, spun in a circle on her heel with her arms out, and let her breath out with a satisfied smile.

Today's gonna be a good day! I can feel it!

Her pleasure didn't last long, as she visibly flinched after hearing hushed whispering and giggling from two people behind her. Feeling her cheeks redden, she slowly turned around, only to find the source of the sound--two third-years thoroughly engrossed in their conversation--didn't seem aware of her presence. Tsubasa sighed and headed over to her classroom, Class 2-D.

After homeroom and four classes, lunch began. Tsubasa watched Nozomi take her bento and leave the classroom.

That's been a regular thing with her since last year. I wonder where she goes every day.... Maybe she has a friend in another class? I wish she'd stay here sometimes. I'd like to eat with her, talk with her, get to know her. Although, at the same time, if I were given that opportunity, I wouldn't know how to act and would end up wasting it and likely make a fool of myself along the way.

She sighed and got out her bento. Meanwhile, the trio from Class 2-E often affectionately dubbed ReiMiKo strolled into the room and moved to the desks surrounding Tsubasa's.

"Yo," Rei Mitsubachi, de facto leader of the trio, said with a jaunty salute.

"Hi Rei," Tsubasa replied.

"Tsu-chaaaaaaan!" a jovial voice rang out, originating from the substantial and robust Chieko Yamamoto. She crouched down next to Tsubasa's desk and gave her a truly immense hug. Tsubasa wasn't fast enough to avoid asphyxiation from Chieko's similarly immense bust. She attempted to utter a greeting to Chieko, but was fairly certain her voice was too muffled to be heard.

"Come on, Chi-chan," Rei pulled Chieko away. "I'm always telling you not to kill the poor girl."

Chieko giggled. "Sorry, Tsu-chan!"

She is so adorable... which is a strange sentiment for a girl who could probably kill someone by accident with those tight hugs and gigantic mammaries of hers.

"Huh?" Kami Kojima looked around the room, as if she had abruptly teleported there. "Wh-when did we get here?"

"About a minute ago!" Chieko happily chirped.

"Kami, pay attention," Rei scolded. "We only have so much time to eat lunch!"

"Uh, wait... Lunch?" Kami stammered. "Um-- I..."

"You forgot yours in the classroom?"

Kami nodded as her cheeks became increasingly red.

Rei sighed. "Go get it. But we're starting without you!"

Kami nodded again and hurried out the door.

"I swear," Rei muttered. "That girl wouldn't remember where she lives if it weren't for me!"

Tsubasa added a quiet "Thank you for the food", to avoid disrupting the conversation.

"Oh, you're just exaggerating, Rei-chan," Chieko said.

"I think it's kind of cute," Tsubasa commented timidly. "You know, like she's an absent-minded professor."

She was apparently too quiet, as the conversation had already moved on. Tsubasa sighed a little.

After making a noticeable dent in the fried rice compartment of her bento, she let her eyes wander across the room before finally settling on the abundantly Japanese Keiko Tanaka and her friend, the half-Japanese, half-American transfer student Chelsey Mizushima.

The two of them hit it off before the first day of school ended last year, if memory serves.

"Hey, Keiko-chan," Chelsey said. "I noticed this a while ago, but... you kinda look like a... well, a...."

Keiko looked up from her food at Chelsey. "Like a what?"

Chelsey giggled awkwardly. "Um... sorry, it's kinda silly. I was gonna say you look kinda... fox-faced."

All her usual calmness left Keiko's face in an instant, rendering her startlingly serious--offended even. Startled herself, Chelsey stammered, "Ah--please don't misunderstand, though! I meant that to be a compliment! You're very pretty!"

"Chell-chan."

Very nervous, Chelsey hazarded a "Y-y-yes?"

"Are you saying I'm a... kitsune or something?"

Chelsey sputtered, "W-well, I suppose that's the traditional Japanese way of looking at it, but I wasn't trying to imply anything of the sort!"

Unfazed, she gestured for Chelsey to move closer. As Chelsey did so, Keiko continued the gesture, prompting Chelsey to continue. In no time, they were close enough to kiss. Keiko's gesturing moved to the side, so Chelsey turned her head away, letting Keiko whisper into her ear.

"You're right!"

There was no denying that Chelsey was shocked.

"WHAT?!" she exclaimed, instinctively bolting out of her seat. All the other conversations in the room paused for a moment--one that felt very long and awkward to her. She eventually sat back down and began furiously whispering.

"Th-th-that's so amazing! I don't think I've ever met someone like that before! I mean, at the very least they've never told me! Is the right term yōkai? A-are there others like you? D-do you have a tail?"

She peered under her desk to look underneath Keiko's skirt.

Is... is she opening her legs for me? I... oh, man alive, I don't think I've ever appreciated pantyhose more than I do right now.... Wait! Stay focused, Chelsey! Tails! You're looking for fox tails... and there aren't any, so.

Chelsey came back up, not noticing the sly smirk on Keiko's lips.

"Hm... what about ears?" Chelsey continued. "I think I would've noticed if you had fox ears! Can you make them appear and disappear at will?"

She gasped.

"Is it the same thing with your tail?"

She gasped again.

"Oh my god, you'd look so cute with fox ears and a tail!" She squealed a little. "Is it-- is it true that fox ears are more sensitive? Is it exciting you, me whispering like this? Like ASMR?"

Keiko, who had remained unfazed throughout Chelsey's ramblings, finally spoke up. "Not particularly. But then..."

She moved in towards Chelsey's ear again.

"You're not the expert here."

Chelsey froze as a shiver of pleasure ran down her spine. Stunned, she leaned back in her chair, noticeably redder than she was a moment ago. She somehow managed to utter a sound.

"No... no, I'm not."

Tsubasa never quite grasped how they remained so close, but she found herself somewhat envious anyway.

I mean, I enjoy eating with ReiMiKo, but I tend to feel a little overwhelmed being around a bunch of people at once, even if I know them and they're nice and all. Keiko and Chelsey have a nice, one-on-one relationship... if an odd one. I kinda wish I could have something like that. There's also the fairly obvious fact that they're in love with each other. That's the most envious part.

"Say," Rei said. "I heard online that one of those magical girls stopped one of those, uh... the, uh..."

Rei wracked her brain, trying to remember exactly what they were called.

"Creature... things... from attacking a bank."

"What would they want with money?" Chieko asked.

Rei chuckled. "I said attacking, not robbing. They just strolled in and started fighting people. I heard only a few seconds passed until a magical girl showed up and took care of the situation, easy."

"It sounds a bit too sensationalist for me," Kami commented. Tsubasa didn't notice her come back.

"And they're called Alius," she continued. "It's derived from Latin, meaning 'other' or 'another'. Though, in Latin, it's an adjective."

"Wow, Kami-chan! You're so smart!" "Wow, Kami--you're so smaaaart," Chieko and Rei responded simultaneously.

"Thank you, and fuck you," Kami replied, pointing at Chieko, then Rei.

"Oh, you know we love you," Rei added with a smirk.

Kami simply responded with a vague, difficult-to-read smile.

After lunch, during math class, Tsubasa's eyes felt itchy, so she closed them to give them a rest... only to find the sexy space lady from her recurring dream before her.

Were... were her breasts that large last time? Tsubasa managed to form a coherent thought before everything starting getting hazy. The woman's sleeveless button-down dress shirt was very tight against her chest--it had to be uncomfortable. So she snapped her fingers, causing it--and the rest of her clothes, shockingly enough--to vanish. She either wasn't wearing underwear to begin with, or it vanished along with the rest of her clothes, since she was now completely naked. It wasn't until this moment that Tsubasa realized just how tall this woman was, as she was now practically towering over her.

Thoroughly rattled, Tsubasa attempted to open her eyes and be rid of the ridiculously sexy visage, but, much to her confusion, it persisted.

What the hell...?

The literally perfect woman looked very horny. Those brilliant blue eyes of hers made eye contact with Tsubasa with a look of agonizing sensuality. Ever so slowly, ever so seductively, she approached her. This triggered an abrupt surge of pressure to build within Tsubasa. Her breathing quickly became ragged.

Sitting just to her left, Nozomi apparently noticed Tsubasa's quiet fit and leaned over.

"Iwayama-san?" she whispered. "Are you okay?"

Bleary-eyed, Tsubasa's eyes shot open and turned toward Nozomi. Now it looked like Nozomi was stark naked, rife with desire, and approaching her. Tsubasa started shaking.

Oh god. It's happening. I'm gonna wind up jumping her bones if I don't get out of here right fucking now!

Barely even thinking about it, Tsubasa grabbed her bag and bolted out the door. She ran into the nearest restroom. Fortunately, it was empty. She opened the first stall she saw, entered, and immediately locked it.

Hanging her bag on a hook, she leaned against the stall door and let out a huge sigh.

What do I do? I'm basically in heat right now, for lack of a better term. If I don't do something soon, I'll die! Well, I'm alone. I took my bag with me, so as far as my classmates are concerned, I'm just having a panic attack or something. Or my period, maybe. Perfectly normal, nothing to see here. Move along, move along.

It occurred to her just how quiet it was in the restroom.

My, there really is no one around here. I could get away with masturbating right now, couldn't I? Oh my god, what am I thinking?! I can't believe that actually sounds like a good idea! Oh... fuck it! Beggars can't be choosers! I'll do my best to be silent.

She dropped her skirt, pantyhose, and panties and sat down on the toilet seat. It felt so wrong to do this in a public place. She shook her head vigorously, vehemently denying that sort of thinking. Her glasses nearly fell off her face. Suddenly fearing breaking them, she took them off and set them down on top of the toilet paper dispenser.

I'm not going to make a sound. I don't care what it takes--I can't make a sound. As far as anyone else is concerned, I'm not even in here. The quicker I start, the quicker I finish. Now let's do this.

She began by rubbing her vulva's surface indiscriminately with her fingers--tiny circular motions with plenty of sustained force. She kept at it as her hand started to ache. Once the pain became too great, she switched to her other hand, leaving no span of time where she wasn't stimulating herself. Instead of continuing to rub the surface, she started pushing into the vagina with three fingers, arching them inward in search of her G-spot. Her pleasure quickly intensifying was a dead giveaway that it didn't take long for her to find it. As the point of no return approached, her hand added the earlier gyration to the thrusting. While doing this, she pressed her palm against the hood of her clitoris.

Deeper. Faster. Harder. She was starting to really get into this! She shut her eyes and let her mind go blank--let her body move on its own. Nothing but pleasure....

As she arrived at the final stretch, she found a hidden reserve of strength somewhere within. She pushed even harder, even faster. It felt like she had the energy to continue on and on like this indefinitely.

Despite that, however, her nervous system finally exploded into a single orgasmic frenzy, shooting wonderful pleasure through her body like a barrage of fireworks.

At that same moment, someone entered the restroom. Tsubasa let out a terrified gasp before covering her mouth with her hands out of instinct. It wasn't until she was touching her face that she remembered what she was just doing with her hands--they were damp with vaginal fluid, naturally.

Oh god! Gross!

Opting instead to keep her lips as painfully tight as possible, she fumbled over to the toilet paper dispenser and did what she could to clean her hands with it. She refrained from replacing her glasses until after her hands were satisfactorily dry. She had to breathe somehow, so she switched to her nose, making each breath painfully slow and quiet.

Whoever entered the restroom took care of business like normal. As far as Tsubasa could tell, they weren't even aware she was there.

Okay... that one was really something... though it may just be my heart still pounding from when that other person came in... Either way... wow, what a rush!

As the other person flushed their toilet, exited the stall, washed their hands, and left, Tsubasa let herself relax somewhat. As she came down from the high of her orgasm, she found herself still unsatisfied.

Oh, you've gotta be kidding me! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! I put my all into that orgasm--not to mention was nearly found out!--and you're telling me that's not enough?!

She considered telling the teacher about her predicament.

Oh, what would I say? "I would like to leave early today. I'm afraid I'm in heat; my libido has become insatiable within the last half hour and I probably need medical attention."? No, that's a disaster waiting to happen. I see little alternative to simply leaving school and heading home, despite how much I don't like the idea.

She put her panties back on and pulled her pantyhose and skirt back up to her waist. With a few squares of toilet paper in hand, she hesitantly opened the stall door.

She approached the mirror and found she looked a little rattled, but it wasn't obvious that she had just masturbated. She decided to just avoid getting close to anyone until she got home and hope for the best.

After disposing of the toilet paper and washing her hands and face, she exited the restroom and hurried left, toward an out-of-the-way stairwell.

I don't know how many higher powers up there can hear me right now, but I'm requesting the attention of everyone who can. So... God? Christ? Buddha? Muhammad, Zarathustra, Amaterasu, Uzume, Inari Ōkami, Izanami, Izanagi, Isis, Freyja, Athena, Poseidon, Frigg, Odin, and... and... I dunno, Lovecraft? Please, please please please please PLEASE. Let me get home without incident. I would really, really, really, REALLY appreciate it. I realize I have nothing to offer to the likes of supreme beings, their sons, gods of thunder, and great august kamis. But consider this: I've done nothing against any of you. I'm just a girl who's gotten herself caught up in what I hope to be just a temporary bout of persistent genital arousal disorder. If you're all the kind folks that your stories have made you out to be, surely you'll at least hear me out.

This felt wrong--a different kind wrong compared to masturbating in a school restroom stall. Tsubasa wasn't sure which was worse. She wasn't a truant. What if she got caught?

I think my parents would be fined. Course, I live on my own, so who knows how that might influence things. I just have to hope and pray to all those gods that no one thinks too much about my being out and about.

As Tsubasa got off the train at Onarimon Station, she noticed someone: a girl--from another school, judging by the uniform. Her skin was noticeably darker than average--most likely a fake tan--and her huge, flowing hair appeared to be bleached golden blonde with pink dyed highlights. She had several colorful beaded bracelets on one wrist, and a purple scrunchie on the other. A black one tied a bunch of her hair into a large sidetail. Her enormous breasts pushed against her half-unbuttoned uniform shirt. Her ribbon dangled just about at the bottom of her cleavage, as if accentuating it. She had a pink sweater tied around her waist and her shirt sleeves rolled up. Her skirt was raised to an almost dangerous degree. There were mere centimeters covering her panties--a light breeze would be enough to expose them.

This girl was a grade A gyaru. Tsubasa found her undeniably sexy, even just standing there drinking Starchild coffee.

She seemed to notice Tsubasa's staring and waved her over. Terrified, Tsubasa hesitantly complied and walked over to her.

I don't have time for this! I am in multiple heaps of trouble and this is one I can easily avoid! Why am I still walking towards her?! I need to get home! What am I doing?!

"Yo," the gyaru said once Tsubasa had gotten close enough.

"Yes, hi!" Tsubasa sputtered a little too loudly. She blushed and prayed that she didn't draw anyone's attention. "How... how may I help you?"

"Are you alright?" the gyaru asked as she brushed a lock of hair out of her face, not helping Tsubasa's ongoing arousal crisis even slightly. "You look distracted. Stressed."

"Ah, um..." Tsubasa sputtered. "Yeah, th-that'd be an accurate assessment. Listen, I'm a little pressed for time--not to mention kinda sorta leaving school early without permission due to forces entirely beyond my control--so I'd like to just make a frantic beeline home, if you don't mind!"

"Oh!" The gyaru raised her eyebrows. "I see. Well, I'll leave you to it, then. Hope you don't get caught! If you want to hang out sometime, I'll be..." She made a nebulous gesture with her coffee cup. "Around. Oh, my name's Erika, by the way. Later!"

She sauntered off. Tsubasa hurried towards the station's exit, putting her entire focus into simply moving as fast as she could, struggling to keep her arousal in check.

I feel like I'm approaching the grasp of a black hole of arousal... If I hit the event horizon, I'll completely lose control of myself. Point of no return, indeed.... She was nice, though--that Erika-san girl. Not at all what I would've expected from a gyaru, especially one as remarkably beautiful as her. She said she'd be... around, so maybe I should try looking for her. Of course, after the current fiasco has been resolved!

I suppose, if that event horizon thing does happen, my best bet would be to find someone around here who's willing to fuck an anxious high schooler senseless. ...God, I do not like that prospect at all. Let's just focus on getting my ass home, and we'll cross that bridge if we get to it!

The instant Tsubasa unlocked the door to her apartment, she stepped inside, immediately shut the door behind her, and locked it. She dropped her bag in the genkan and shut the blinds in the main room. She then entered her bedroom, removed her glasses, closed the window and shut the blinds in her room, then stripped down naked.

It was finally time. She was at home, in private. She could pleasure herself without reservation!

I'll cum so hard that whatever's wrong with me is just forced out!

Tsubasa leapt onto her bed and reached into a compartment of her nightstand mostly hidden by her bed. She pulled out a purple rabbit vibrator, unique for being remarkably powerful and versatile. She wasted no time in turning on the vibration and rotation at their highest settings and plunging it into her vagina. She was already plenty wet down there, which was fortunate, as her supply of lubricant was low. She gasped as the space between the rabbit ears was filled by her clitoris. The ears vibrated horizontally against it with an intensity that never failed to surprise her. Her free hand gravitated to a bared breast and started groping it with abandon.

The vibration felt wonderful, especially from the rabbit ears. Waves of pleasure radiated from between her legs to every extremity of her body like an earthquake. The rotation rolled massage beads around to provide vaginal stimulation, while the tip vibrated intensely to attack the G-spot with an onslaught of pleasure. The harder she pressed, the better it felt.

Under normal circumstances, she would have stopped at about this point and gave herself time to relax. In her current state of mind, however, she was much more interested in keeping at it, reaching several downright explosive orgasms along the way. None of them proved to be enough, though. She kept going, not even taking the time to revel in the powerful ongoing stream of pleasure.

Before long she was a sweaty, panting mess, unable to perceive much more than the white-hot ecstasy permeating her entire body. Yet she still yearned for more. She needed more.

She was getting sick of being unable to satisfy herself. A frustration-induced second wind came to her as she shoved the vibrator harder, faster into her vagina. If she wasn't about to lose her mind attempting to rid herself of her perpetual arousal, she would have worried about possibly injuring herself or damaging the vibrator. At this point, though, she didn't particularly care about either.

Tsubasa's eyes gradually fluttered open to see a vast starfield. She was lying in a luxurious bed, underneath warm, thick black sheets with an intricate metallic trim, reflecting the twinkling stars above. She was naked, which didn't strike her quite as odd as it might to someone else in the same situation. She had stripped down naked to masturbate earlier, after all.

The bed was profoundly comfortable, somehow--she couldn't place why. As it also served to cover herself, she was quite content to remain where she was. She looked around and realized the starfield extended in all directions, even where the floor should have been.

This wasn't her room. This wasn't her bed. And this was most definitely not where she was earlier.

"Where am I?" Tsubasa asked no one in particular.

A feminine voice laughed. "That's kind of a long story," she replied. "You're actually in deep space.... buuuuuuuut I get the feeling you're going to find that hard to believe, seeing as you're able to, uh... you know, not die."

"Yes, you're right on that point..." Tsubasa agreed. "What's going on? Am I dreaming?"

"Sort of?" The voice seemed unconfident in her answer.

If I was able to ask that and not wake up, then maybe this is a lucid dream. While this does feel different than a regular dream, I don't know enough about lucid dreaming to know if that's what this is.

"Why am I here?"

The owner of the voice came into Tsubasa's field of vision. She was statuesque, tanned, and muscular--not quite enough to be a bodybuilder, but definitely enough to convey an abundance of physical strength. Her eyes were two slightly different shades of blue--both so brilliant that they glowed in the darkness of space. She was clad in a sleeveless white dress shirt hugging a pair of tremendous breasts, stopping right before her navel. It was just translucent enough to let her firm, toned abs show through, as well as her conspicuous lack of underwear. Her snug blue yoga pants went on and on before finally tapering off at her ankles, revealing bare feet. Her entire body pulsed with the energy of countless stars, nebulae, and galaxies of infinite colors and sizes, confirming without a doubt the identity of this woman.

"It's you!" Tsubasa sputtered.

"It's me! ...Er, it is? Have we met somewhere?"

"I keep seeing you! Dreams, daydreams--hallucinations, maybe! I really don't know at this point! You're that literally perfect woman plaguing my subconscious! Because of you, I had to bolt out of class to masturbate in a bathroom stall! Then I was forced to play hooky and sneak home, only to find that I couldn't satisfy myself anymore, no matter how hard I tried! I can't function like this! Who are you, anyway?! What are you, for that matter?! What's going on here?!"

The woman nodded her head slowly as recognition came to her. "I see, I see. Well, to start off, I'm terribly sorry about that. Sometimes my power is so vast that its effects occur in adjacent times. I assure you it won't happen again. Or, at least, if it does, I'll put a stop to it before you even notice it."

"Well, that doesn't quite make it all alright, but... w-wait, what? H-how is that even possible?"

"It's... complicated."

"I can imagine. A-anyway, who are you?"

"My name is Oaeire Brio Vyrasia ara Toth'lesna. I'll admit, it's customary in my culture to use one's full name in most circumstances, but it's... probably a mouthful to you, yeah? One of the downsides of this verbal communication you humans use. Well, anyway... you can call me Oaeire, but I'm not especially picky about what you call me, just as long as it's not unnecessarily long and/or profound. As for what, I'm a being native to what you may be familiar with as the tenth dimension."

"A-alright then... Oaeire from the... the t-tenth dimension..." Tsubasa replied, a little unnerved. "Why am I here, then?"

Oaeire's expression and tone became serious. "You're here, Tsubasa Iwayama, because I have an offer for you."

Tsubasa was only momentarily surprised this woman knew her name. If she was capable of everything else she had encountered of late, then simply learning her name would be child's play.

Keeping calm as best she could, she replied, "An offer? Like what?"

"I've been keeping an eye on a great many young people not unlike yourself: good people, good moral compasses. You see, there are otherworldly creatures called Alius that roam your planet and oftentimes wreak havoc. They don't know better."

"Alius... Kami mentioned that term at school earlier today. Given what was discussed, I can believe that."

"Someone has to teach them right and wrong--guide them, discipline them, keep them in line."

"And..." Tsubasa inferred. "I'm such a person?"

"Yes. Or, at least, you will be, if you accept my offer, which is this: become a magic user and keep the Alius in line if they cause trouble. As long as you can do that whenever the time comes, you will be free to use your powers however you wish, with only a few lenient restrictions."

Tsubasa let this sink in. "You... you're serious."

"Yeah."

"You want me to become a magical girl?"

"Right."

Tsubasa couldn't resist laughing. "I-I'm sorry, it's just that you're a little late!"

"You lost me."

"Well, magical girls are always middle schoolers, aren't they? Middle school or younger? I'm in high school now!"

"Oh, you don't necessarily have to be a diabetes-inducing prepubescent schoolgirl to be a magical girl! I'm recruiting high schoolers specifically because they tend to have a level head, but still plenty of youth. There's nothing stopping you from continuing the job as an adult. And, from what I've seen, people are fine with that!"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute..." Tsubasa interjected abruptly. "Magical girls, Alius... you want me to become one of those magical girls, don't you? Li-like in the news?"

"Bingo!"

Tsubasa was at a loss for words. "I... I'm overwhelmed. I don't know how to respond."

"Understandable. You haven't had any firsthand experience with magical girls until today."

"Y-y-you have to understand, this whole thing sounds too good to be true. I heard about an anime some time ago where a similar offer was presented, and... well, it didn't end well."

"Your skepticism is understandable, expected, and appreciated. No good comes from being a dumb shit, after all. Ask as many questions as you want. I have nothing to hide."

Tsubasa chuckled a little. "Okay... if I were to become a magical girl, what would I be able to do?"

"That depends to a certain degree," Oaeire replied. "You typically get a motif or overarching theme to your powers that generally complements your personality. In addition to those, you'll get the generic cadre of powers that every magic user gets--enhanced endurance, speed, strength, reflexes, et cetera."

"What if I use my powers too much?"

"You'll become exhausted," Oaeire answered. "It is possible to push yourself so far that you end up killing yourself, but that would require a simply ridiculous amount of effort and determination. Think of using magic as doing physical work: after a while, you get tired and need time to recharge. You could keep going and eventually harm yourself... but I trust you're... probably not crazy enough to try it. Yes, it's good to not give up, but you also need to know when to fold them."

"That makes sense. What about the Alius? I know next to nothing about them. What do they look like?"

Oaeire shrugged. "Anything, basically."

"Oh, lovely. That certainly makes things easy."

Oaeire chuckled. "I know, right? I mentioned those basic powers that every magical girl has, right? One of them is the ability to identify an Alius on sight. So, while the average Hanako won't be able to tell a rabbit apart from an Alius who looks like a rabbit, you will be."

"You've thought of everything, haven't you?"

"I've had a lot of time to think!"

"Let's talk other magic users. I assume they'd be my allies?"

"Bingo."

"And they're in the same boat as me?"

"Same tailored powers, same overarching goal, and at least a pretty good moral compass, yeah."

"How many are there?"

Oaeire started counting on her fingers. Under her breath, she mumbled, "One, two, three... carry the one..." Seconds later, she concluded in a normal tone, "Just shy of ten million. I'm actually not done with my first wave of recruiting yet. I plan on reaching about 90 million at the end of the year. You, if you accept my offer, will be one of the early ones."

"That so...? Anyway, what about the long-term? What happens when I become an adult? What if I want out?"

"Nothing is in place to stop magic users from keeping and further developing their powers into adulthood and beyond. The informal surveys I gave my most veteran magic users tend to say they enjoy their powers enough to want to keep them indefinitely. If you want out for any reason, just ask and it will be done. I will urge you to reconsider, but if you insist, I will comply. Hell, if you really want, I could even erase your memories and take you back in time, so you effectively never became a magical girl in the first place."

"At first this was sounding too good to be true," Tsubasa chuckled. "But you're making it seem like there's honestly, truly no strings attached."

Oaeire made a satisfied sound and beamed. "I try."

"Okay, last question: what's in it for you?"

"You know, that doesn't cross most people's minds at a time like this. Kudos. Well, let's see. It's in my own personal interest to maintain peace in this universe as best I can. Keeping the Alius in line is perhaps the best way to achieve that. Simply put, by becoming a magical girl, you'll be helping me do what I can't."

"From what I've seen, I'm surprised such things even exist."

"Yeah, people tend to assume I'm omnipotent, infallible, flawless, perfect, et cetera--mostly because of the space thing and how beautiful I imagine I appear--but really, I'm not too far off from you!"

Tsubasa took a deep breath. Choosing her words carefully, she said, "You've made a very compelling offer. I acknowledge the risk involved in agreeing to such an offer, and... I will accept it. I've always felt like just a bystander in my life. This way, I think, I'll be able to change that. I like the idea of keeping the peace, too, though my original plans for life weren't anywhere near this fantastic. If this works out, I'll know how I'll be spending the rest of my life! If not... well, I'm only 16--I have time to come up with a plan B."

Oaeire just smiled. Tsubasa wasn't sure what to expect next.

A vigorous handshake? A large novelty check? Party horns and confetti? A contract to sign? I don't have a lawyer handy... or at all, for that matter.

In an instant, Oaeire vanished. The bed transformed. The black of the sheets changed into an impossibly deep ultramarine, and its silver trim became brilliant gold, almost glowing from its luminance. As this occurred, Tsubasa felt her earlier uncontrollable arousal return. In seconds, it intensified exponentially.

She was in agony. At that moment, she was convinced she was more aroused than any human had ever been.

Oaeire appeared, sitting wariza on the bed, in front of the writhing Tsubasa. Her appearance alone send a wave of tremendous pleasure through Tsubasa's body, but it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy her. She was still paralyzed by ever-increasing, almost literally electric surges of arousal.

Astriferous robes were draped over Oaeire's divine form, glowing with the light of the cosmos. She began crawling towards her ever so slowly. A seductive smirk formed on her lips, as if she was amused by Tsubasa's squirming. As she got closer, her robes gradually dissolved away. There was no denying it--the body formerly veiled by those robes was indisputably the ultimate feminine form.

Oaeire was very close to Tsubasa now--about close enough to kiss. She moved the bed sheets down Tsubasa's body, revealing her breasts and stopping a bit below her waist.

Tsubasa slowly started to sit upright, shaking. Her head felt heavy.

"I... n-need..." she struggled to utter each syllable. Her trembling hand slowly removed her glasses.

Oaeire smiled. "You need...?"

At that moment, something clicked in Tsubasa. Her tone changed dramatically as she threw her glasses away and made direct eye contact with Oaeire.

"You."

She let go of her restraint, letting herself finally give in to her overpowering desires. She practically flung herself on top of Oaeire.

"Ooh, alright!" Oaeire exclaimed. "Let's see what you've got!"

Tsubasa was more than happy to oblige. She grabbed a tremendous breast with one hand and began groping vigorously. She pressed her face into the other breast and began sucking at the nipple. Surely breasts this magnificent carried similarly magnificent milk!

Her hips began moving almost involuntarily, slamming against Oaeire's remarkably thick thigh. She somehow managed to reach a new climax with every thrust. It was wonderful... but not nearly enough. She continued thrusting with startling force.

Her remaining hand flew down to between Oaeire's legs, to finger her. Oaeire purred in delight. "You're very good at this! Do you have some prior experience in this department?"

Tsubasa moaned, more out of extreme pleasure than in response. Her body began to glow purple as her nervous system went into overdrive. It quickly felt like ten orgasms roaring through her frantic body with each thrust.

As this happened, Oaeire's breast started producing milk. It had a strange but remarkably sweet taste. Tsubasa quickly found it addicting, as she was unable to stop sucking and drinking, along with humping and fingering Oaeire.

Tsubasa noted that Oaeire had yet to reach climax even once so far. That was understandable--no doubt an entity as powerful as her wouldn't be so easily stimulated.

If I'm gonna satisfy the first woman I've ever fucked, I'm gonna need to step up my game here! I need to submerge her in this sea of orgasms I'm in!

She felt something like a second wind, but far more intense. Whether it was motivational or magical in origin, she didn't know. Energy was being channeled into and through her fingering hand as it moved far more rapidly than she was capable of, causing Oaeire's moaning to intensify significantly.

Not long after, Oaeire began writhing underneath Tsubasa as she experienced a tremendous orgasm. Tsubasa reached her own almost simultaneously. She finally pulled away from Oaeire's breast and immediately tossed her head backwards, letting out a tremendous shriek of pleasure. Oaeire responded in kind. Both voices echoed throughout the heavens, as if the entire cosmos felt the sheer intensity of their pleasure.

Their lovemaking went on and on for quite some time, somehow. Hours, maybe? Days? Tsubasa wasn't really sure. Time seemed to mean very little here.

What was stranger (but very welcome, no denying that) was that she felt Oaeire's titanic orgasms as if they were her own. She was uncertain how, though. Were their nervous systems linked somehow? Was it a sympathetic response to not only witnessing but being responsible for countless supernovae of orgasms?

Either way, the constant roar of euphoria was wonderful, but also very exhausting. She half lay, half fell on her back as her orgasm continued raging on inside her.

"Oh, dear..." Oaeire said as she moved upright. Tsubasa, in her barely conscious state, was simultaneously surprised and not surprised she could take that kind of pleasure. She had a pleased but unsatisfied look on her face as she added, "Surely you're not done already? We've only just started!"

Tsubasa was too exhausted to waste even a moment not gasping for air. Oaeire merely giggled and snapped her fingers. In an instant, the seemingly bottomless pit of exhaustion Tsubasa found herself at the bottom of vanished. She felt fine. Fantastic, in fact. Everything was gone but the pleasure and each other.

"Holy fuck..." Tsubasa uttered.

"Feel up for a few more rounds now?"

Tsubasa stammered, "Surprisingly, yes!"

"Excellent!"

Oaeire moved forward a ways so she sat wariza over Tsubasa, her legs spread just enough to allow Tsubasa to fit in between.

"Now it's my turn. I'll make you cum so hard that you warp the very fabric of reality itself!"

Tsubasa wasn't sure how to feel about that statement. However, any sort of conscious, coherent thought that may have stemmed from her processing that sentence was instantly terminated as Oaeire lowered herself onto Tsubasa's drenched vulva with the utmost gentleness.

"Oh god!" Tsubasa gasped.

Oaeire smirked, clearly enjoying the position she was in.

"That's Goddess to you."

Tsubasa still maintained enough lucidity to moan in delight. Her arousal doubled with that sentence alone.

That boost, however, was nothing compared to what Oaeire did next. The slightest touch from her vulva sent an overwhelming rush of empyreal energy into Tsubasa, blanketing her entire nervous system in blue-hot pleasure and producing an exquisite onslaught of countless thousands of orgasms--one that had no intention of leaving anytime soon. Oaeire manipulated both bodies ever so slightly so their respective clitorises were precisely aligned. Every time they touched, their clitorises would receive a multitude of sublime sensations, thus making the experience, already more pleasurable than anything the human experience had to offer, even more so.

Oaeire started slowly, moving her hips gently against Tsubasa as she cried out in ecstasy so impossibly intense that, under normal circumstances, would have gotten her admitted to a hospital, if it hadn't already killed her. Oaeire gradually moved faster and put more force into her thrusting.

Tsubasa's body started glowing brilliant purple again, this time mimicking the magnitude of a star. This somehow managed to make her euphoria--which she was already convinced she was experiencing the upper limit--even greater. If she had even a single brain cell not reveling in sensations too powerful for anyone else to even dream of experiencing, she would have concluded that there simply was no such thing as limits where magic is concerned.

Tsubasa's body was being tossed to and fro in an endless storm of omnipotent euphoria, the stuff reserved for whatever beings the gods might worship. At this point, language became insufficient to describe the degree of the pure ecstasy coursing through her body without end.

Yet, somehow, that feeling was all but imperceivable over the unstoppable roar of power surging from Oaeire into Tsubasa with each beyond-exquisite thrust. A godlike floodgate was opened, and no force in the universe could even hinder it, let alone stop it.

After a transcendent experience like that, the infinite starfield surrounding Tsubasa now felt a lot smaller.

"Okay..." she uttered between heavily labored breaths. "Now I know how Saint Teresa felt."

Oaeire was lying next to her, on top of the covers with one hand behind her head and the other holding a lit cigarette to her lips. She blew out a puff of iridescent smoke and chuckled.

"And then some. Saint Teresa's got nothing on that."

Still breathless, Tsubasa replied, "You're... you're very good at that, you know that?"

"I could say the same to you. I was surprised when you leapt on top of me like that. Good surprised, though--don't get me wrong. I like a girl who can take the initiative."

"In the... in the back of my head, I was surprised too, to be honest," Tsubasa replied, staring at the vastness of space above them. "I'm not exactly sure what it was, but seeing you crawling toward me on the bed just... turned me on so much, I kinda... lost control of myself."

"Well, this is an unusual scenario for you right now, so that's understandable. I wouldn't worry about jumping someone's bones prematurely out in the real world. Your new magic will help regulate your urges so that sort of thing won't happen again. On a related note, about what you said earlier, what happened just now was so powerful that it sent ripples in time forward and backward, which is what caused your bursts of arousal earlier."

"Huh... wait, forward too?"

"Yes, but I wouldn't worry about it. Your magic will keep you feeling just fine. Better than fine, in fact--the afterglow you're feeling now will probably last for the next day or two."

"Really? Well, that's good to hear."

A beat.

"Ohhhh! That's what you meant earlier!"

"Right. But more importantly, how was it, having your way with a goddess?"

"I-it was--" Tsubasa attempted to continue, but words failed her. "I don't think a language exists that can do it justice. It was... unreal. Beyond description. Definitely the best way one could lose their virginity."

"I thought so. And there's always the quote-unquote 'language' of thought: a purely telepathic means of communication through the mental transmission of raw concepts, exactly as they are in your mind. Misunderstandings would be literally impossible. As long as you grasp what you want to convey, the other person will understand it exactly as you do. In other words, you could effortlessly tell them exactly how fucking awesome that fucking was just now, since you'd be fucking beaming your no-doubt-fucking-vivid memories of the fucking experience to your conversational partner. But that's a beast to fuck another day."

"That would be handy. No one would believe me if I told them about this otherwise."

"I can't deny you have potential aplenty, but I'm afraid you're not at that point yet. But I digress. I'm not used to being submissive, but I don't mind it either. Even before I went to town on you--or perhaps I should say before you went to town on me--you showed some serious innate potential. Kudos."

She took another huff from her cigarette and let out another rainbowy cloud. Tsubasa hadn't been paying attention to what Oaeire was doing until then. She broke out of her blissed out daze and asked, "Are you smoking?"

Oaeire tossed her cigarette away. It vanished in a flash of light. "Yeah," she replied nonchalantly. "Well, not anymore. Doing that after sex is a thing for humans."

"I know that."

"Thought so. But do you know why they do it?"

Tsubasa shook her head.

"The nicotine--while slowly poisoning your lungs--stimulates the body and cuts off blood circulation to the brain. The heart rate elevates and you feel a subtle... buzz. That feeling, coupled with the afterglow of orgasm, lets one enter a truly remarkable Zen-like state of serene contemplation... wherein you can ponder the meaning of life, the universe, and everything."

"42," Tsubasa said absentmindedly.

Aghast, Oaeire made a sound somewhere between a shriek and a gasp. Breathless, she stammered, "H-h-h-how did you know...?!"

Tsubasa smiled. "Lucky guess, I suppose. I saw this movie about space hitchhikers some time ago. I needed subtitles, though. My English wasn't--and still isn't--great, and everyone's British accent didn't help."

"You know," Oaeire smiled back. "The most powerful magical girls are literally immortal, to the extent that they'd live beyond the end of the universe, in a manner of speaking." Her smile grew as she added, "And after our fun, I can tell just how much potential is within that shapely body of yours. I bet you could easily pull that off and have plenty of time to become fluent... among a great many other things, no doubt."

"Wait, what? R-really?"

"Oh yeah! You've got a lot of potential inside you! No particular reason, really--you're just lucky."

Tsubasa found herself too blissed out to respond more eloquently than a rather satisfied chuckle.

"It's kind of strange, though," she commented.

Oaeire turned her head. "Hm?"

"I wouldn't have expected an omnipotent cosmic goddess--"

"Ah! I already told you--I'm not omnipotent."

Tsubasa replied, "Ah, you're right--my bad. I didn't think... a goddess as wildly powerful as you... to enjoy or even have sex. Don't you think it's... primitive or sloppy or boring or something?"

Oaeire didn't hesitate. "Yes, yes, yes, and yes. Mind you, I mean sex by human standards."

Tsubasa chuckled.

"No offense," Oaeire added.

"None taken. After what I just experienced, that's totally understandable."

"My philosophy is pretty simple: if it's ethical and makes people happy, then go for it! Which, in human terms, means lots of sex."

"That makes me wonder," Tsubasa said. "Why did we have to have sex? Couldn't you have just... like..." Tsubasa couldn't come up with the right terminology. "Like... bippity-boppity-boop me on the nose or something?"

"Hm, I suppose I could've done that, but would you have enjoyed that nearly as much?"

"No, I suppose not."

"Exactly!"

"Okay, that's fair. How bout this: why'd it feel so damn good? Did all the magic do that, or is sex just that amazing and no one told me?"

"It was most definitely the magic. Part of the process involved is preparing your body to become a magical girl. Just putting magic in you wouldn't do it--it'd be like trying to filling a colander with water. Have you ever tried filling a colander with water?"

Tsubasa was somewhat baffled by the absurdity of that question. "No."

"No, because you're not an idiot and know that wouldn't work. It's... well, it's actually not really the same way with magic, but the preparation bit is necessary. Anyway, once you were prepared, the imbuation began. It actually doesn't take very long, but I dawdled around some. You were having such a good time, I couldn't help it!"

Tsubasa chuckled in a rather undignified fashion, but she felt too good to care. Oaeire smiled.

"Well," she continued. "There wasn't any kind of time constraint on our fucking, so I could get away with it. You see, I can make time progress on an as-I-feel-like-it basis. How long did it feel like we were fucking?"

Tsubasa shrugged. "I dunno. That wasn't really on my mind at the time." She chuckled. "Maybe the better part of an hour?"

"Try a week."

"What? You're kidding, right?"

"Nope. Well, only an hour or so passed in the real world, but we've been here together for just over seven days now, by your calendar. Most of it was comprised by us having sex."

Dazed, Tsubasa stared straight up at the stars. "Wow. You dawdled a lot."

"Yeah, I guess I did. Well, I enjoyed it. You certainly enjoyed it. That's all that matters at the end of the day, right?"

Dazed, Tsubasa nodded. "I can... get behind that."

"Are you proposing a round two? Would you like to assume a position, or should I?"

"N-no." Tsubasa paused. She noted her recent intake of magic seemed to have also put her sex drive back in line, or else that line and look of Oaeire's would have triggered another supernova of an orgasm within her. That, or her hips would begin thrusting involuntarily against the first bit of divine flesh they could find. Instead, she couldn't help but laugh again. "I'm just... glad I'm under control again."

"I do apologize again for that. But, at the same time, being out of control can be fun sometimes!" She giggled before continuing, "Now then! When you go back to the real world, you'll find a sheet of paper or two outlining my rules on being a magical girl. You're a good lass, so I don't think you'll have any trouble in that department, but regardless--do I have your word that you'll read and follow them?"

Tsubasa nodded, "Oh yeah, absolutely."

"Excellent!" Oaeire leapt off the bed, toward the "floor" just beyond the foot of the bed. A sheer black nightgown materialized around her body while she was in midair. It appeared to do a poor job of keeping her warm, but Tsubasa suspected that was hardly the intent.

"Please understand I'm not usually a rules girl, but these are biggies. I'm self-obligated to enforce them."

"Understood," Tsubasa replied firmly. After a moment's hesitation, she abruptly stammered, "Ah, thanks for having me and going to all this trouble for me."

"No! Thank you. Both for hearing me out and accepting my offer! I had a great time meeting, recruiting, fucking, and talking with you!"

"Right, about that, ah... thank you so much for the, ah... um..."

Tsubasa's face reddened. She attempted to conceal it with the fancy bed sheets.

"Adding your virginity to my collection? The best sex of your life? The unparalleled magic power?" Oaeire smiled, looking quite amused.

"Ah-- right, yeah. Those. B-but I should be going now. I mean, I don't want to overstay my welcome or anything."

"Oh, it's no trouble at all! I can handle one guest! But I'll get things ready for you to leave."

She snapped a finger and the sort of door that would accompany a tatami room appeared in the void of space. She thrust it open in an overly grand gesture--apropos for her, Tsubasa noted, now that she had gotten to know this goddess. The tatami door revealed a blindingly bright light behind it.

"Just step through here and you'll be back in your room. And remember that you're welcome back anytime you like!"

Tsubasa exited the bed. Her school uniform rematerialized around her, just as it was when she came home, before she stripped down and was transported to this realm. Even her glasses reappeared on her face, which caused her to realize she forgot she discarded them rather haphazardly earlier.

"Ah, before I go, one last question--for real this time."

Oaeire smiled. "Shoot."

"Do you look like... this... to everyone, or just me?"

"No, different people see me differently. The constant is that I'm always a beautiful woman. Who doesn't love a beautiful woman, right? What you see here are elements of your ideal woman, combined with how I feel like looking to a certain extent. For example, that Okinawan transfer student would see me looking actually not too far off from y--"

"Wait, w-what? Okinawan transfer student? Who--?"

"Oh, you'll find out." Oaeire giggled. "Now then, closing remarks! One: when you get back, you'll be back on your own bed, a few hours after you left. As far as anyone else is concerned, you were masturbating and dozed off. Two: if you have any more questions or even just want to talk, just... pray. Not like worshipping nonsense, but the same idea. Talking in your head--that sort of thing. Start it with 'Hey Oaeire, what's up?' or something, so I know it's for me! And three: don't forget to read those rules! They should be in your school bag!"

Tsubasa smiled as she started toward the glowing door. "I'll do that! Thanks for everything, Oaeire!"

Tsubasa jerked, now suddenly quite awake. Her breathing was ragged and her clothes were all currently scattered about on the floor--about normal for one of her rounds of masturbating. Her head rolled left to check the time. It was a bit past 7 PM.

Once the shock of waking up so abruptly faded, she noticed a pleasant warmth filling her body. She recognized it as the afterglow of a really good orgasm.

I guess I dozed off while masturbating myself back to normal. I'm pleased to report it succeeded!

She got up, turned on the ceiling fan, and lay back down on her bed, watching the fan blades spin faster and faster before blurring into a translucent circle.

Now that I really think about it, I... don't feel quite... normal. Like, too good. I must've had... I dunno, maybe 70 or 80 orgasms before I fell asleep! God. After going at myself that hard, I should feel more exhausted than anything else. My arms don't ache at all! Could that mean... what I'm feeling is... magic?

As the word entered her mind, her encounter with Oaeire shot back into the forefront of her memory. She had nearly subconsciously dismissed it as a dream, but now she was certain that experience really happened.

"Magic..." Tsubasa tried out the word. "So... what? Do I draw a magic circle on the ground? How does this even work, anyway?"

She rolled over onto her side. Not knowing what to do with her hands, one gradually drifted down her body while the other rested idly under her head.

What kind of magic do I have, anyway? Oaeire wasn't incredibly clear on that. "It's catered to you" only tells me so much. What, do I need a black robe and hat, a shrill cackle, a cauldron and broom? Though, if it's catered to me, then wouldn't I be able to get by as I am now? Things to think about....

Her hand found her vagina again. It started moving around, touching the surface casually, but somehow, it felt like... more. Curious, Tsubasa poked her labia. That simple touch was enough to send a coherent wave of pleasure all throughout her body. Her hips shuddered as it happened. She raised her eyebrows.

I've never been able to feel that good that easily before!

Fantastically, fascinatingly lewd ideas started coming to her mind.

If I can do that with just a touch, just imagine what it might feel like with my vibrator! Well, fortunately for me, I don't need to imagine--I have it right here.

She turned it on and inserted it inside herself. The instant it made contact with her, she reached the most intense orgasm she had ever brought herself to. The best part was that it continued to rage on and even intensify as the vibrator sat there on the surface of her vulva.

She noticed a purple glow form around her body, which seemed to add an extra layer of pleasure. This feeling was new to her. Distinctly foreign, but unspeakably good.

Magic! Tsubasa thought as she continued writhing in ecstasy. Fuck, this is amazing!

Fantasized images of Nozomi Saotome in various states of undress and arousal appeared in her head as she thrusted the vibrator down her vagina, further amplifying her pleasure. Orgasms materialized rapidly with no indication of slowing down or weakening.

In her current state, she was aware of very little, but it felt like her profound euphoria was causing her to ascend. She was adrift in a sea of orgasms. Instead of succumbing and drowning, she figured out how to control it, enhance it. Summoning power beyond comprehension within herself, she burst through each sphere of heaven, before finally transcending it as a whole. At this point, she didn't know where she was or what she was experiencing--only that her journey through the very essence of paradisiacal bliss would never end...

...except it did, because she passed out.

Where am I? Space?

There's a person before me.

Who's that? A woman?

Wait... I know her.

"Tsubasa, you pushed yourself a little too far just then."

"Huh?"

"When you were masturbating. Don't feel bad, though; it happens all the time to the new guys. Honestly, I'd be more surprised if this didn't happen to you! I'll help get you back to normal this time, but in the future, I expect you to maintain better control of your powers. Alright?"

Tsubasa blushed. "Thanks. And... sorry for troubling you."

"Ah, don't worry about it. Now, you've got school today, so you should wake up.

come on...

wake up....

Tsubasa Iwayama woke up to the sound of her phone alarm and immediately felt a familiar wetness in her panties. She sighed. This was definitely getting annoying.

These things are soaked through! It might be a good idea to just not wear underwear to bed if I'm gonna keep soiling them like this. It's probably a good idea to wash my bedding today, too.

The whole magical girl thing was insane, there was no denying that... but Tsubasa couldn't help but be excited by the prospect of it. She had a new reason to smile as she stepped outside to the fluttering of cherry blossom petals.

Sometime, I have got to fuck another magical girl with that kind of power. That's something I need to experience at some point.

A Universe of Magic (old)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2