It was an atypical October for Virginia, a hot and oppressively humid one. Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld tugged at this collar uncomfortably. He stood waiting outside the looming structure of The Pentagon, surrounded tightly by a few bureaucrats and military officers. Spread out in-front of them on the Mall Terrace side were a few foreign tourists and a whole bunch of construction crews with building supplies. They were still repairing the damage caused by American Airlines flight 77 just over two years ago.

“Do we really need to come out here in person Mr. Secretary” Grumbled an overweight office worker.

“This is Special Asset L we’re waiting for, have some respect!” snapped the Navy representative right back at him.

The paper-pusher shivered imagining what kind of fearsome mercenary or general ‘Asset L’ must be to warrant this kind of reception, and even from the Secretary himself. He had never been in the position to meet field assets before, so he was kind of nervous being at such a high-profile meeting.

Finally after 20 minutes the long awaited black sedan pulled down the driveway. Rumsfeld fixed his posture and prepared himself as the car slowed to a half in-front of him. However something was clearly wrong when the drivers blacked out window whirred down, and the carefully dressed porter learned out to talk to his boss.

“She uhh. Declined the ride, sir”. The driver explained gingerly, not relishing the opportunity to deliver bad news.

“What do you mean declined!” One of the secretaries cried, reaching to open the door himself.

The back of the sedan was indeed empty, the group groaned and lost their composure totally as they realized they’d been standing around in 99% humidity for nothing. People fanned themselves with their papers and loosened their ties, seeing as their day was pretty much just cancelled by Asset L’s absence.

But the whining was soon cut short by the telltale sound of multiple cascading sonic-booms; a deep ominous rumbling that echoed over the entire area. Everyone looked around uneasily for the source of the sound. Some of the tourists ducked and a contractor dropped a bag of cement and ran for cover, imagining another terror attack.

Being the only one present with any prior experience or real briefing on Asset L; Donald just sighed and looked up to see the sparkling pink and blue dot arcing through the sky towards them. It was Hagoromo Lala arriving on schedule.

The source of the thunder and light show was the CIA’s best kept secret. A glowing magical girl pushing herself through the air at a few times the speed of sound, trailing a rainbow of glittering sparkles behind her. Lala looped over The Pentagon, finding it mildly amusing that the building actually looked like a giant squat pentagon. Her pretty magical girl uniform flapped violently in the wind as she changed direction, her skirt and giant blue ribbon catching the air.

Still a few thousand feet above the ground, Lala quickly spotted the sweating group of suits waiting at the entrance. She gracefully turned over and dived towards them, still going supersonic.

“What the hell!” an accountant screamed, diving into a nearby bush.

Lala dumped all her energy at the last second, violently slamming to a halt right between the Secretary of Defense and the car she was supposed to arrive in. Her slender legs absorbed the impressive impact easily; the concrete fracturing beneath her stilettos not so much.

The secret service detail flinched and instinctively reached for their guns, before their sluggish brains could catch up and realize who she was. Lala noticed and shot them a quick smirk which nearly made one of them drop his pistol in embarrassment as he fumbled to put it away.

The whole group was still being buffeted with a harsh wind she’d brought down with her, blowing papers out of peoples hands and ruining several carefully combed haircuts.

“I thought we told her to stop doing that” Donald muttered.

Half of them had never heard of the governments most closely guarded secret before, and were stunned to see Asset L in person. Apart from some minor details like the fact that she could fly, or her odd hair color Lala was a cute teenage girl. Her attractive body accentuated very nicely by her dramatic magical battle armor. Lala’s slender shoulders were surrounded in peculiar transparent balls that hugged her bare arms, and a tight silky dress hugged her perfectly flat tummy and deep naval, before expanding with her hips into a big fluffy skirt. The whole thing was wrapped by a giant oversized bow placed nicely in the small of her back.


Lala’s extraterrestrial origin was only hinted at by the two hair-thin feelers emerging from her turquoise hair, that ended in bright stars and angelic glowing halos. The same stars were mirrored in her stunning cyan eyes. Being the first pretty-cure from her planet, Lala was unquestionably the most powerful member of her species, by many orders of magnitude.

Giving everyone a second to take in her battle form, Lala flashed back into her only formal wear. Her hair darkened into a highlighted cyan; and her dress replaced itself with a much plainer sailor uniform from her earth high-school. Her hair and clothes flapped in the magical breeze revealing her perfect belly button briefly before settling into place.


Rumsfeld recovered from the spectacle, and reached out to shake her hand. Lala had to resist the temptation of painfully crushing his hand in her own, a trick she’d often used to set the atmosphere in first meetings. She was slightly impressed that they’d decided to send their boss to greet her so she was more charitable today. Rumsfeld looked down confused when he felt an electric tingling on his fingers instead. Lala’s yellow-tipped feelers caressed him lightly in the traditional greeting of her world; a light electrical current passing between them.

“I’m glad you could make it Miss Hagoromo” Rumsfeld began diplomatically. “But it would be better for your own sake if we could manage a touch of discretion” He gestured towards the excited Asian tourists who were snapping photos as quickly as they could.

“I don’t get it lun~” Lala said looking confused. “Why would I use your car when flying is much faster..” She turned to wave at the tourists, who frantically snapped even more pictures.

“Forget it, let’s get inside shall we”, this heat is terrible.”

Again Lala was confused, she was continually surprised by the quirks of humans. But this temperature thing was new to her. Supposedly this Deneld guy was their head warrior, but he didn’t seem very strong either. Although he was much bigger than her.

As they walked into the air-conditioned concrete pentagon, some secret service agents emerged to confiscate the tourists cameras, and debrief the construction workers on ‘what they believed they just saw’.

The group had to take a detour around the 9/11 repairs. Lala looked around excited as they weaved through the narrow halls. The massive complex had been hastily constructed in 1941 to hold the expanding war bureaucracy, it was essentially a cozy, never ending office building. Squeezing past a mail-cart, Rumsfeld’s underlings examined the back of Lala’s long legs and thin waist; wondering what kind of black project she came from. They tried to guess what technology she used to fly and rubbed their eyes, imagining the soft magical glow emitting from her pale-skin was some kind of optical illusion.

Eventually their winding confusing tour came to an end. The whole party crammed themselves into a small conference room, arranging themselves around a table. An aide offered Lala some coffee and a doughnut, she took the doughnut. The young clerk who got to sit next to her blushed at the opportunity, Lala was definitely the cutest girl he’d ever seen. He struggled not to stare as he tried to pick out a single flaw on her body. He felt dreamy as her girly smell mixed with magical pheromones started to inevitably overtake him.

“Well, let’s begin shall we, General?” Asked Rumsfeld, squeezing himself into his own small desk at the head of the room.

One of the officers shook his head, struggling to clear his rapidly numbing mind. Standing he started assembling a blown up map of Afghanistan on a fold-out stand. And just barely managed to launch into his very long and very boring presentation about the Taliban’s posture in the region. But most importantly, anything they knew about ‘public enemy number one’: Osama Bin-Laden.

Lala got bored almost immediately, she had barely even heard of the 9/11 attacks, let alone this Afghanistan place. While the marine general went into detail about some deep cave network or something, she just pulled out her phone and started texting her friends. Gossiping about the boring military men and their dumb map.

Everyone else just awkwardly went along with their routine, pretending not to notice her blatant disrespect. Lala couldn’t decide if it was some foreign etiquette she didn’t understand yet, or if they were simply scared of her. Rocking her chair annoyed she tried to think of a more obvious way to sabotage this stupid meeting; even the springs under her squeaked in protest as she absentmindedly damaged them with her gentle movements.

“And that’s why water insertion …. isn’t ….” The general trailed off as Lala spun her chair around to face completely away from him. He felt crestfallen as he’d been trying to make eye-contact with her the whole time. Unable to keep his mind off her cute face.

Lala made a show of ignoring him, waving her flip-phone around trying to get a signal. Standing up she soon found the culprit, tapping on the 2 inch thick, blast resistant window.

Not seeing any obvious way to open the thing, she improvised. Placing her small hand against the thick laminated glass, Lala pushed over so slightly. Barely pressing her fingertips foward, she already felt the thick metal frame designed to resist explosions start to wobble and flex away from her dainty looking fingers.

“Ah miss, we can get a landline” started the coffee girl, panicking. Lala looked back at her smiling, and intentionally cut off her plea with the sound of crunching metal, making sure everyone paid attention to her show of casual super strength.

Already pushed to its limit, and unable to restrain Lala, it only took the barest of nudge from her wrist for the window to finally give in. The tendons in her diminutive forearm having no trouble forcing the window through its frame. Something that would have taken several power-tools and a lot of elbow grease for anyone else in the room. The steel failed and stretched apart like wet cardboard, shattering the glass and dropping a mounted air-conditioner outside.

Unconcerned by the flying shards of glass which couldn’t hope to pierce her skin, Lala’s arm shot out the window with superhuman reflexes, trying to catch the 300lb AC unit. She just managed to grab the corner, the rest of it sheered off and spun five stories to the ground where it exploded a lunch-table.

Despite the completely unnecessary destruction, everyone was quite grateful to get some fresh air. Lala’s magically overpowered pheromones were already clouding their judgment. She was so beautiful and powerful, they just naturally let her do whatever wanted. Not that anyone could stop her anyway. No one was even mentally capable of questioning her tearing a hole in the window.

“Oyo~” Lala shrugged, carelessly tossing the chunk of air-conditioner out into the courtyard, watching it smash the top off a light-pole.

Finally she managed to send her selfie to her girlfriend Hikaru, by climbing onto the windowsill and sticking her arm completely outside. Everyone struggled to resist looking up her pleated skirt and at her long perfect legs when she bent out the window. If the token anthropologist had the mental capacity left, he would wonder why as an alien species Lala’s body seemed almost perfectly designed to attract humans; somehow being hotter than any human girl he’d seen; instead he just stared hypnotized by the curves of her thighs and her tight butt squeezing out of her panties.

Now that they were connected properly Lala’s text was soon returned by a phone-call.

“Hey Hikaru, what’s up!” Lala started, sounding totally carefree. “Yeah I’m at this stupid octagon place, they don’t even have phone service”

“I have to stick my phone out the window just to talk to you” She laughed.

Everyone just watched awkwardly, not sure what to do. They were too scared to interrupt her phone-call, and while she looked pretty harmless, she could fly and they’d all seen what she just did to that window.. Not to mention apparently being an alien.


Lala turned around and looked back the conference room, there was a rustling as everyone who was staring and fantasizing about her unnaturally sexy alien body looked away or down at their feet.

“Oh, good idea!” Lala cheered, “Okay hold on.”

Lala snapped her phone closed, and came back over to her seat. The marine general coughed, trying to get her attention, naively expecting to begin his ruined presentation again but found himself totally ignored. Lala reached the table, and grabbed it lightly with her small hands. Instead of sitting down, she started casually stepping backwards towards the smashed window. Bringing the whole conference over to where her phone worked.

In addition to weighing several hundred pounds, and having a bunch of large men sitting around it, the table was also bolted to the floor. Lala didn’t even notice, just assuming the minuscule resistance she felt was from its weight. The metal plates mating the table to the floor instantly shredded apart, failing to withstand Lala’s light tugging for even a second. The whole table started roughly skipping along the floor as she pulled it inexorably with her.

Lala didn’t need to transform to perform this feat, she simply glowed a bit brighter. Her already perfect skin and hair just looking even more radiant as she used a tiny fraction of her power. The release of energy made her even more alluring, the glow from her skin revealing her curves through the fabric of her sailor uniform and short skirt.

Some of the men sitting across from her panicked, and tried to grab the table before it could slide away and reveal their embarrassing erections. But instantly found themselves being overpowered. Most of them just lost their grip as their pudgy hands couldn’t generate nearly enough friction. They few that didn’t were pulled to their feet or dragged to the ground, failing to slow Lala at all.

“whoops~” Lala giggled, enjoying the spectacle.

Lala knew she was powerful, but watching these fully grown men, soldiers no less failing so utterly to resist her, while barely trying herself felt really good. Her whole body felt sensitive and tingly just from the knowledge that she was by far the strongest person in the building, perhaps the planet. She was suddenly aware of everything, from the barest tremors in the table to the lightest touch of her clothes pressing on her body. She had to consciously restrain her esp from peering into the minds of those around her, and ignore the cacophony of sounds from the entire state of Virginia as her magical senses opened up. It made her conscious of just how careful she was being to not just splinter the wood between her fingers or smash her feet through the floor as she very gently pulled the table with her. It was like teetering on the edge of an orgasm, the temptation to just release her full power was insane.

It was much worse for the people sitting alongside her, who had to decide between the impossible task of resisting Lala physically, or embarrassingly scramble under the table to safety.

A few of them got caught between the chairs and the rapidly approaching table and were forced to try and fight back against Lala, they quickly found that whatever corporal strength they had meant exactly nothing when faced with the power of a magical girl.

Rapidly losing space they pushed and levered as hard as they could, but even 5 men working together couldn’t do anything against her two thin girly arms. They couldn’t even budge the table in the grip, her small biceps didn’t even flex as she drew the table up to the wall; simultaneously forcing half a dozen men into their seats or painfully crushing them against the wall like a steam-press. Even combining their efforts there was just nothing they could do to lessen the pressure or even slow Lala down.

They looked at Lala desperate for mercy, but she was totally in a world of her own, lost in the pleasure and sensory overload. She could feel in detail how their powerful quads and arms painfully burned out and failed as she folded their bodies forcibly into a sitting position. She stopped, pulling the table nearly up to her flat tummy, which wasn’t nearly enough room for the large men she’d mushed alongside her.

The rooms security guard shuffled uncomfortably watching Lala wreak havoc, trying to get a signal from his boss that he should intervene. Everyone looked uncomfortable, and some even terrified. But Rumsfeld silently remained behind his desk, seemingly lost in thought. Clearly too desperate to call off the meeting.

He was resigned to just meekly stand there, until Lala picked up one of the military officers by the scruff of his shirt, and started shaking him in the air. She started giggling childishly at him as she rag-dolled him around, shaking the daylights out of him. Waiting for someone to try and stop her.

“O O-Okay, I’m putting a stop to this!” He announced, pulling out his baton and his handcuffs.

He didn’t get at all the reaction he wanted, Lala completely ignored him; holding the general up with one hand and trying to maneuver him to get a picture on her phone. Most of the men in the room were too terrified or mesmerized to hear him either.

“I’m ending this meeting!” He yelled more assertively, marching up behind Lala’s side of the table intending to confiscate her cute little plastic flip-phone and place her into custody.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Lala cried, spinning around and carelessly dumping the general she’d been berating to the floor.

“What’s going on!” Hikaru shrieked through the speakerphone.

The guard looked down at the phone, trying to work out how to hang up. Hikaru continued to yell at him through the tinny speaker “I’m Lala’s representative and if you don’t put me down right now!”

Lala walked over, stepping on a few people still lying on the floor. One of them tried to turn his head to look up her skirt, but her foot painfully smashed his face back into the carpet as she stepped on him. The guard tried to quickly pull away and out of reach, but she was far too fast. Her hand flashed out and caught his forearm before he could even blink.

His muscular arm was too large for her small hand to get much of a purchase, but with the huge difference in strength it didn’t matter. He cringed in pain as her slim fingers painfully dug into his skin, instantly immobilizing him and putting him totally under Lala’s control..

Lala examined his arm curiously, turning it over and watching how his muscles and tendons uselessly bulged, trying to stop her. She was curious about his physiology, finding it interesting how his human muscles were so large yet so pathetically weak compared to her own much smaller and finer ones. It didn’t feel like she was using any magic, so she wondered if it was just her superior alien body that allowed her to overpower him so easily like this. She smiled when she found her phone, firmly in his grip.

Clenching his teeth in agony the guard desperately started whacking Lala with his extendable baton. He couldn’t shift his arm in Lala’s grip, and her casual examination had nearly broken his shoulder already. He had no doubt that his bones couldn’t hope to resist if she just decided to squeeze slightly harder or just rotate his arm all the way backwards.

Lala’s cute expression didn’t even change as he repeatedly smashed his metal tipped weapon over her head and face as hard as he possibly could. It had no visible effect on her perfect looking skin either. Lala didn’t even look up at him as her slender fingers forced his larger ones aside, and neatly plucked her pink and blue flip-phone from his mangled hand.

“Hey, is he hitting you?” Hikaru shouted in an accusing tone. “Definitely don’t let him get away with that, he tried to hang up on me!”

Lala thought that made sense, and looked up at the now terrified soldier, who stopped hitting her. His arm was getting really tired and it clearly wasn’t able to effect her anyway.

Lala reached up to caress his face momentarily, her supernaturally soft skin felt wonderful on his. He shivered in fear at first, but he felt his will fading away in her cute concerned expression. Lala was just so small and cute, he couldn’t imagine fighting anymore.

Then Lala’s face twisted into a mischievous grin, she lay her fingertips on his thick shoulder and pushed down. She couldn’t even feel the resistance from his muscles, despite him struggling with all his might to stay standing and escape from the super-powered alien schoolgirl in-front of him. The guard was slowly, and agonizingly forced to his knees. Lala kind of liked the feeling of her assailant being below her, so she kept him there for a few seconds, before pushing him around again.

Lala manhandled the much larger man like he might a child, only using one hand seeing as she was still holding her phone to her ear. He tried to catch himself as Lala slammed him face first into the table, but nearly broke his arms instead as he obviously wasn’t nearly strong enough to slow himself down.

With her grasp still on his shoulder Lala kept casually pushing, sliding a bunch of papers and a laptop off the other side of the conference table with the security guards face. Bending him over the table with such a force that his feet lifted off the ground.

“What does he look like, is he cute?” Hikaru called through the phone, trying to tell what was going on.

“Hmm, kind of lun~” Lala replied, “Here I’ll show you.” Keeping him hopelessly pinned against the table with her wide hips, she grabbed his jaw and painfully forced his head to turn so she could snap a picture and send it to Hikaru.

“Do you think Rumsfeld will let us keep him? Hikaru asked, half seriously.

“Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe?” Lala said “What’s he useful for anyway?”

Donald Rumsfeld was watching the whole scene play out from behind his desk, getting more and more exasperated and increasingly pessimistic about his nation’s ambition to control their very own magical girl. But he did hold a final card up his sleeve. Dropping the grandeur and professionalism from his presentation he held his head in his hands and let out a long sigh.

“Miss Hagoromo … we brought you were because we needed your help” he muttered.

Hearing his plea Lala looked up from her victim. She suddenly felt self conscious and small. Her actions suddenly dawned on her, it felt like she was hurting a small animal or something, and Rumsfeld’s plea for help suddenly made her feel sorry for him and everyone else in the room. It was an unfamiliar feeling since becoming the most powerful entity on earth, but she still retained the ability to be shamed.

Lala let go of the security guards hair, letting his head thunk on the table and stepped back.

“What’s wrong?” Lala replied automatically, taking an interest in this meeting for the first time.

Donald realized instantly the effect his gamble had had. He felt his heart jump in his chest and his motivation flooding back. He could practically TASTE his never ending reign in the cabinet, no as PRESIDENT once he’d secured the walking, talking Weapon of Mass Destruction onto team America.

All the generals, and secretaries, and clerks in the whole building could die at Lala’s hand and it would be worth it he figured. He had to plan his next words very carefully.

“There’s a monster out there, and we need your help to stop him.”

That sounded up Lala’s alley, she thought for a second and put her phone back to her ear.

“Look Hikaru, this is getting totally out of hand; do you think you could come help me?” Lala asked.

Hikaru was thrilled to be invited, and said she’d fly right there. Lala gave her some vague directions, reminded her that the building was shaped like an actual pentagon and hung up.

Meanwhile Lala actually sad down in front of Rumsfeld’s unmolested desk, and started listening to his sob-story.

He started to explain how al-Qaeda had led a cowardly and deadly attack against civilians and even this very building.

Lala wasn’t expecting the ‘monster’ to be another human, but she was still interested. This was the first time she’d heard about any of this. She put on a grave expression and thought about the thousands of civilians that had leapt screaming from the twin-towers. Why wasn’t anyone there to save them? Was it not her responsibility to do something now that she had the power to?

Rumsfeld watched her reaction with growing satisfaction, proud at himself for turning this meeting completely around; doing what so many of his useless officers had completely failed at and paid the price.

“The Taliban in Afghanistan are hiding this murderer from us Miss Hagoromo. For us to hold him accountable would involve a full-scale invasion. Thousands will die.”

Lala kept her hands folded neatly in her lap, taking in the full gravity of what he was saying.

“We’ve all seen how powerful and skilled you are” Donald continued. “You could take Bin-Laden into custody so he can face a trial without anyone getting hurt”

And finally.

“This, Miss Hagoromo is what I, no what America is humbly requesting from you. Help us save lives and bring justice to the families of the victims”

Lala’s mouth opened and closed again, as she tried to think of the appropriate way to answer, maybe even apologize for all the trouble she’d caused up to now.

Donald looked up hopefully, but ended up confused when instead of saying anything her elf-like pointy ears pricked up and she looked away, waving her cute hair at him.

Immediately after the entire building started rumbling, shaking violently in its foundations like an earthquake. Rumsfeld clutched onto his desk as everything started bouncing around, somewhere a fire alarm went off. He stared at Lala wondering what the hell she was doing this time, she didn’t look confused like him but it also didn’t look like she was doing anything.

Hoshina Hikaru had taken most of the journey quite leisurely, ascending into space somewhere over Japan and zipping around the earth towards the United States. As she searched the eastern seaboard for The Pentagon she started to get a troubling feeling.

The flares of magical energy she’d detected earlier had died down, in-fact Lala’s magical signature was barely detectable anymore. Something weird was going on, or had at-least changed since their phone-call. Hikaru’s magically enhanced vision panned over The Pentagon from thousands of miles away, seeing Lala sitting meekly in-front of Rumsfeld alarmed her.

Sensing the distinct possibility of Lala throwing away all their bargaining power she punched it, descending over the Rockies at millions of miles an hour; her instant acceleration pushing a shockwave in-front of her that threatened to demolish buildings and rip forests from the ground.

Inside The Pentagon the earthquake finally died down, and Hikaru’s cute face and long pink twin-tails appeared upside down in the broken window. Before Lala could say anything Hikaru’s magically amplified yet still high-pitched voice cried out.

“Don’t say another word to that man!”

Lala stood up confused and walked over to greet Hikaru, who revealed the rest of her body as she gracefully rotated upright in the air, entering the frame of the damaged window.


Hikaru’s magical girl outfit was much like Lala’s, but styled in dramatic pinks and whites instead of Lala’s blue theme. A tight silky dress hugged her body, leaving her slim shoulders bare. Her long attractive legs emerged from a giant fluffy miniskirt, only one of them wrapped in a deep pink thigh-high. The whole thing was festooned with various glowing stars and magical halos which were painfully bright even in the direct sunlight.

Best of all was her cute and perfect smile, which despite being young and enthusiastic still managed to hint at the grace and infinite power her magical body held within.

Hikaru started to float forwards into the conference room towards Lala who walked up to meet her. The hole in the window wasn’t big enough to comfortably step through but Hikaru’s body had absolutely no trouble forcing its way through the reinforced concrete. Her flat tummy and wide hips slowly crumbled the hardened concrete and bent the iron rebar side. The tight silky material of her dress couldn’t be torn, instead just pulling even tighter over her body revealing all the subtle and sexy contours of her small breasts and barely defined abs.

The walls were designed to resist a near miss from a soviet hydrogen bomb, but couldn’t hope to resist Hikaru’s perfect, sexy leg. Her knee pushed through first. Some razor sharp pieces of snapped rebar poked against the wonderfully soft and clear skin between the top of her thigh-high and her short skirt, but despite the tens of thousands of pounds of pressure they could only barely dimple Hikaru’s skin while being inexorably bent and mangled aside.

Hikaru’s head coming through the ceiling caused a torrent of sheet-rock and asbestos dust to shower into the room as she lightly touched down on the carpet. Hikaru and Lala were briefly obscured in the cloud of choking dust as they embraced.

Hikaru and Lala looked into each-other’s warm eyes as they hugged, exchanging a few sweet words that Rumsfeld couldn’t make out. Finally they separated and Hikaru stormed up to the Secretary’s desk angrily, the fierce expression on her face combined with her divine power nearly making him shrink away in fear.


His negotiation was about to take a disturbing new direction.

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART II

FIND OUT HOW THE NEGOTIATION GOES AND IF THE PRECURES WILL BE HIRED BY THE DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE, NEXT TIME!

THANKS FOR YOUR PATIENCE!