Magical Boy Omake2

*Wham!*

He couldn’t help but sigh, his eyes glued to the monitor as he watched with a horrified fascination.

Once more his partner slipped past the mark of a horror trap, stumbling like a novice as she tripped over a trap-wire which failed to execute its purpose before the brief fall onto her tight ass saved her life from the oncoming storm of projectiles which were triggered by the next trap in the line. In the process she grabbed at a loose tile, pulling hard as she tried without success to catch herself, only to activate yet another trap in the line prematurely, giving her space finally to breathe as she stumbled out into what seemed to be a safe corridor of death-trapped facility.

Nimble the girl was not... it seemed like the danger was almost past.

“Be careful. You’re going to get yourself killed you idiot.” He growled, the deep masculine tone of his voice reverberating through the connection between them with a rumble. Then with a softening of his tone he spoke again. “I’m not there to keep you safe, so please just… take it easy. For my heart’s sake.”

“I’m SORRY!!!” The dark skinned blonde cried. Her voice distorted with the racking sobs of both relief and sorrow at having upset him once again. “But I made it though. See, Twinkie!”

Midnight Twinkle winced at the nickname, another small pinprick to his pride. The danger had passed it seemed, not completely but enough that he felt it safer to relax a little and think about things other than the idiot Klutz who’d been assigned to his charge. Idly he levitated a sip of thick rich chocolate from his personal mug letting the glow of his horn suffuse the vessel. He tapped his hoof lightly against the bottom of the console, and sighed.

He just bet that cousin Sparkles didn’t have days like this, working in the library like a smart pony.

He sighed again.

Ok, so it wasn’t so much the antics of his subordinate, who once again was mobile and roaming, which had him so on edge. Dangerous business that it was, and fool that she could be, she was still like himself a trained Agent of the Council. But dammit, he hated the fact that he couldn’t just join in on this particular mission.

It didn’t quite make sense why she would have to be alone in there, making him grit his teeth and telekinetically grip his mug harder with every near miss, his cautious nature bringing up thoughts of every tiny detail which could go wrong at a moment’s notice. Things that could ruin the mission if Lucky bent half a degree left instead of right at any given turn, and she didn’t manage to live up to her own name.

He stopped sipping and just chugged the rest of the mug.

Ok. Maybe he was being a bit over protective. But that was in the nature of Unicorns afterall, even those of sentient stock like himself and humanoid bred like his cousin were just a tad bit obsessive when it came to their own particular interests.

He’d seen Sparkles in a checklist frenzy before, and the results had not been pretty.

But for all that Lucky was definitely a trained and surprisingly attentive Agent, she was still… Lucky. And the thought of her in there alone made him mad and anxious inside. He’d been chosen by Silent the Warden herself as partner to the chaotic creature who now all but ruled his life with her antics, a moderating force, and backup when things got out of hand. That he wasn’t there by her clumsy side, keeping her safe from herself, and everything else just made him anxious. He still didn’t know why the hell he wasn’t down there with her.

Only that it was clearly a good reason.

Right?

“Hey! Twinkie I think I found a secure warp-pad. I can probably get into the lab from this!” Called out the subject of his thoughts, instantly pile-driving him into panicked mania.

… a warp-pad… oh… oh no… that thing at a glance was clearly security warded to the ears, and guarded with all kinds of recognition and reaction spells which frankly anyone who wasn’t a magical technician of the high expertise or the original creator would likely get themselves vaporized even looking at it funny… much less USE the bloody thing.

Who the fuck even wards teleportation structures with Offensive wards?

“LUCKY NO…” The words were not out of his mouth fast enough... as the girl simply hummed a tune and stepped on to what had to be the biggest deathtrap of the entire Aztec themed, Indiana jones rip off booby trapped liar.

“Lucky YES!” The girl replied with an upbeat grin and a fist-pump… her visuals now showing a completely different area to the place where she’d been. A vast space of gray tile, all laid out with repeating Aztec designs... signs that much of the place had been automatically generated from a base seed spell and grown out to suit it’s user’s needs.

Typical Void Seeker nonsense.

At the centre of the grand room was what looked like a fissure in space, cracked open as instruments dipped into the non-stuff which poured out, seemingly measuring and testing it before passing it down to the rest of the apparatus below. The molten magic of creation itself spilling from the fissure and being slowly collected and refined in what looked like a neo-primitive still. And across from that lounging mostly naked upon a small chair made of cushions a surprised girl shut her legs pulling fingers from between them, as she forced herself into a far more relaxed looking pose even as Lucky Star’s boots clattered across the tiled floor.

She managed at least to seem the very picture of regal by the time Lucky had managed to close the distance.

“Wha-how… uh... *Ahem* I mean… YOU DARE TO TRESPASS UPON THE UTOPIA OF LADY CHICOMEQUATL, SCION AND SEEKER IN THE LIMITLESS VOID?” The woman’s voice raised to a grand volume, no doubt amplified with some tool or the other upon her person.

“Uh… Me… Lucky Star Agent of the Council First Class… um… mam.” Lucky snapped to attention as she called out her name and rank reflexively, her salute wavering just a bit as she remembered just who it was standing before her that she’d been saluting too. “Can we like… maybe talk this out? I mean the Council kinda wants to have a word or three with you. Maybe? And uh… you’re kinda using someone else’s name. I don’t think the Corn Lady will like it if she ever finds out...”

“HA! NONE MAY HAVE CLAIM OVER THE NAME THAT I TAKE! I LADY CHIHUAQUATL WILL BROOK NO SUCH NONSENSE!” The girl’s voice boomed yet still, clearly never having heard of anything like an Inside voice. “I WILL BOW TO NO MORTAL INSTITUTION WHICH BINDS ITSELF TO THE BITTER BLINDERS OF THE FALSE EARTH!!! SUCH FOOLISHNESS WHEN THE ORIGIN OF ALL THINGS IS STILL LOST TO THE BEAUTIFUL VOID!!!”

“Uh… did you just… change your name? Cause that one’s taken too…” Lucky mentioned softly, slightly puzzled as to the interaction.

Over the com link Midnight could hardly keep the twitch out of his eye.

“HA! I WAS SIMPLY TESTING YOUR APPTITUDE FOOL!!! I AM… uhh… Xochiquetzal… is that taken…?” The girl muttered, quite a bit more softly than the rest of her speech.

“Uh… I’m not sure I don’t think I’ve heard anyone using that one lately… maybe?” Lucky shrugged, even as Midnight twitched just that much more.

“THEN YES, YES I LADY XOCHIQUETZAL SHALL BE YOUR DOOM… FOOL!” The girl’s voice boomed once more, as she waved a hand forward then clenched her fist in a display of Black Light and Unsound... only for the effect to fizzle. Looking at her fist strangely, she then tried again… and again. Each time to lesser effect. “Uh… I… wow… This has never happened to me before... I... ok just little bit embarrassing...”

“Performance anxiety sweetie?” Lucky asked, the innocent helpfulness in her tone almost too much to bear, causing the magical girl to visibly flinch and sink a bit deeper into her pillow couch. Even Midnight couldn’t help but wince at the sting of it.

“I don’t… It’s not supposed to do nothing. I worked this out with Feather like a dozen times… it’s supposed to draw on the primordial distillation to draw some of into some premade constructs we worked out. They were going to be like idols made of night sky and everything, with machine gun arms and… uh… oh. I broke character again...” The girl sighed, pulling out a small pair of glasses from a case which had been under the sofa. “Well… I suck...”

Lucky Star offered the girl a small smile before advancing to sit next to her. “It’s a nice place, at least?”

“It’s… passable. I begged Lil’miss Feather to help me out with it. She added all the actual awesome bits. I just themed it up a bit.” The girl sighed. “Figures all the good fertility goddess names were taken too… I get stuck with the Flower Maiden name. Sure she’s good for sexy times but she’s the maiden. Ugg… it’s not even a good name for the mistress of a Void still.”

“You were working on something?” Lucky pried.

“Yeah… that thing over there.” The girl pointed. “Feather designed it, and she let me keep running it once we finished building it. After she rejected the Gospel of the Void not many of us wanted to keep working with her. But even if she’s misguided Feather is the real deal when it comes to magical invention… she really thinks we’re on to something here. Bleeding the very void between magical worlds for its own form of deep magics. I mean, I’ve only really be able to use it for absence constructs so far but…”

This… child, Midnight could not help but think as he overheard the conversation, had access to No-Matter… straight from deeper void stuff? The last person he’d even heard of with something like that was the old Villainess the Nightmare herself. A silent chill crossed over him from stories told from back before even the Magical girls had split into factions and began to war against each other.

Ancient enemies who walked with void in their hearts.

“Ah… that’s fine dear. But I’m going to have to take you into custody now.” The blue eyed magical girl smiled sadly, clipping the regalia inhibiting cuffs around the other slightly surprised girl’s wrists, rendering all of her personal enchantments inert instantly. “Ah… Twinkie, the beacon is up, you’re cleared for breaching.”

The effect was immediate.

From its own position parked between worlds, the aether-ship berthed, landing smoothly just behind the now ruffled cloth of the sofa.

Midnight Twinkle marched out in all his glory.

“Good work Lucky Star,” He spoke as he walked out, things hidden from his mind now once again bubbling to the fore. The fog of his own mind-control spell-work lifting parts of its intricate lattice from his mind as instantly he recovered the very reasons why he hadn’t accompanied his magical girl companion.

Frankly said her powers were three generations deep of probability manipulators, power rooted so deeply in her subconscious that it expressed itself in every aspect of Lucky Star’s life. So much so that she was under strict tactical mandate to maintain ignorance as to the deep potential of her powers so that the ‘Lucky Streak’ which she was riding would continue to last. Hell he as her partner and heavy muscle to her insane infiltration and tracking skills had to place this beauty of a spell on himself, keeping him from both acting on or thinking about her power during the times when danger was most imminent, keeping himself from ‘noticing’ the luck even as it poured forth, and keeping him from questioning his non-involvement in matters where it was best to simply allow her to act without much ruining her luck.

He breathed out a sigh of relief. The fraying of his nerves during every step of this encounter had been far too real.

“Now as for you… Xochiquetzal I suppose it was now? You’ve been playing with some dangerous toys.” He announced, gripping the girl with telekinetic magic and pulling her eye to eye. “You’re going to get spanked. Then we’re going to go turn you in.”

“.. spanked…” The girl’s voice was small, at least as small as to match the huge booming which she’d been doing earlier.

“Yes, spanked.” He replied firmly. “And possibly more than that, depending on your behavior on our way back home.” Midnight stamped his hoof lightly, looking as intimidating as he was meant to.

For all that this had been a laugh track worthy episode in his illustrious career... he couldn’t help but think of just how dangerous the girl could actually have been, even for all her ridiculous posturing she’d had some deadly traps, a veritable maze worth of them, some of which had been insidious in their make. Then there was the No-Matter which she was collecting and had intended to use as part of her arsenal... from what he knew of it girls could be complete powerhouses of defense and still have such constructs cause the phenomenon known as ‘True Damage’ to them, ignoring all defense as if they were less than wet tissue, and even disrupting the spells of the regalia.

This girl for all her folly had been DANGEROUS.

Lucky Star had been dancing the thin lines of probability which kept every step from turning this farce of a comedy into a violent tragedy.

Midnight Twinkle did not like how thin that edge had truly been.

“So. Feather you said?” He loomed over the now powerless girl, letting a small spell which would enhance his authority in the eyes of all who saw him loose. “Tell me more...”

Feather was after all, a major person of interest to the Monsters as a whole, and for the Council that meant a strong potential bargaining chip, on all sides of the isle. As it turned out, the girl was plenty talkative about the subject, talking up about being there the day on which Feather had joined the Void Seekers and blanking her own mind to experience their dogma like a new fresh recruit.

From everything he’d heard about her this information fit her modus operandi pretty clearly. The girl, whose official title he finally extracted as The Formless Shaper, seemed to have the image of herself being the only one who’d decided to work with the notorious Feather after she’d left their group.

Secretly he noted this to be untrue, every rumour which they’d chased thus far indicated that Feather’d been busy, fingers dipped into experiments with several girls within the Void Seekers. Likely keeping her ‘heathen’ involvement from being known to the rest of the group and approaching each on a person by person basis. The Council preferred to sweep up Void Seeker operations where ever they found and identified them though, preferably capturing the fool girls and putting them to work after wiping away the somewhat chaotic ideology which drove so many of them as a group to outright commit terrorist acts back on earth, nonsensically as ways of ‘proving’ that mother Terra was not the true Origin and instead the Void between magical worlds had given birth to all.

And even the ones less inclined to make showy terrorist acts on earth just to show off their cred to the rest of their sisters were often doing dangerous experimentation with the Void itself. Thankfully often contained by the Void’s very nature and the fact that the Seekers mostly based themselves in twisting labyrinthine custom worlds, ‘grown directly out from the void in its honour’.

“… and that’s the last time I heard from her.” The girl spoke softly now with a slight cute pout as she sat in the ship, her nice sofa brought with her as a spoil of the battle. “I think the No-Matter must have broken my shaping wards this time too, so every bit I pulled out of the still would have gone back to being a nothing... When we designed them she warned me it might happen, but it always worked perfectly all the other times I tried it.”

“There, there.” His partner spoke stroking the girl’s back calmingly, helping the still cuffed girl to drink a bit of chocolate from HIS mug.

Midnight couldn’t help but roll his eyes at this.

Still, at the very least this provided a lead for them to follow, the girl’s last contact with Feather having been less than three weeks ago was at the very least progress, and even more so the details she’s provided about when and where they’d met since pure void transmissions weren’t always completely secure would prove to be an invaluable tool for catching more of the elusive Feather’s trail.

That kind of thing was after all Lucky Star’s most prominent function. Stumbling into improbable leads and finding ways to disarm near impossible foes all while seeming as non-threatening as possible. An emplacement artificer type with access to exotic items and ‘research grants’ from what was a fairly strong group should have been a nightmare to uproot from her Lair with just a two man team… and no casualties.

“You’ve been a relatively naughty girl, considering that experiments of this nature without Council approvement or Light or Dark backing are prohibited. Now that necessitates certain formalities. Without recognized backing luv… you now belong to the Council, and as the senior Council representative here your fate is now entirely up to me.”

It was a lie of course, his jurisdiction only applied because she was in every way of looking at it, a small fish. Small enough that no one important would miss her if he took it upon himself to 'reform' the girl via community service. In this case he and his partner were the community to be serviced.

“Yep! Regulation Nine four nine dash eight of the code of conduct says that in the case of Agents dealing with hostile unaligned girls, the most senior officer on the scene is free to apply judgment, and execute said judgment at will so long as the ultimate result is ultimately the reformation to society for the one judgment is being applied to! For all intents and purposes you belong to Twinkie until we get home. And then if you're really bad they'll put you in the ice-box” The dark skinned blonde grinned widely, her blue eyes sparkling innocently as she confirmed the dire pronouncement. The ice-box, slang for a judgement of stasis to be set until all of the 'bad influences' in the captured girl's life were gone in one way or another. Freed to become a stranger in a strange world, almost more cruel, some figured, than actually wiping the girl's mind an getting things over with. “… That is if he decides to take you home with us at all. So long as he decides he doesn’t actually need to take you to HQ for processing. He could just take you to his house and keep you if he wanted. I remember Agent Amber caught a couple of girls herself that were causing all kinds of ruckus, she’s still keeping them right now since no one ever complained about it. I wonder what it would be like to be a personal foot stool and vagina warmer for the rest of your life? They did seem kinda happy with it last time I was over at least.”

Those girls had adapted well to their new situation. Far more productive members of society since their fateful beating at Amber's tender hands. They'd been offered stasis themselves.

Fear of it made them behave.

The widened eyes turned fearful as the Void Seeker girl once again regarded the majestic black Unicorn which sat before her.

“We’ll see about your ultimate fate a bit later I think...” Midnight allowed his voice to trail. “For now though… turn that ass around and get on all fours. Ass in the air and count every hit. You nearly killed my partner too many times with all those irresponsible death-traps of yours and I don’t think I’ve got it in me to forgive you right yet.”

The Void Seeker seemed almost unsure for a moment, her fearful eyes glancing between the two partners.

“I will give you until the count of ten to obey before I’m forced to consider that you do not wish to willingly make amends.” The dark unicorn spoke, his eyes and horn glowing in an overt display of power as he began to count drawing out each number upon his sensual voice. “One. Two. Three. Four. Five…”

In fear the girl dropped down from her sofa onto the ceramic metal floor of the duo’s vehicle, grinding her face down into the ground and raising her ass in the air as instructed.

Satisfied with her obedience the counting stopped, as Midnight’s telekinetic power reached out and from a small cubby hole withdrew a long, stiff, latex dildo precisely in the shape of his own weighty cock. A gift from some of his last girlfriend before they’d parted ways. ‘Something to satisfy the next girl you seduce into your wicked ways when you’re out fighting the good fight’ she’d said. And he didn’t even know when she’d had it made. Victorious had always had a strongly sardonic sense of humour.

He still had her picture framed up in the ship where he could see it.

She’d appreciate the use to which he was about to put her gift.

But first... he placed it down for the moment, turning his face over to his partner who watched on in innocent fascination, then triggered the spell he’d been given by the lucky blue eyed devil’s mother herself to ‘preserve her outlook on the world’, sending her into a blank eyed stupor in which nothing but his voice or a threat to her life would breach. He sighed, the tacit agreement of it being that so long as he kept her relatively safe and ‘pure’ he’d have her as his plaything.

He knew she didn’t mind either, stripped of all compulsions and commands she’d told him as much before insisting on going back to her usual innocent-self. He’d had to be sure, even with the fact that she was born and raised a third generation Magical Girl and had never even seen the Base earth herself before, he had to know just how much of the idiot savant with whom he served had been an invention of power and purpose, or an imposition from outside.

He’d started using the memory alteration net on himself after that, just that extra edge on preserving and enhancing her luck.

“Lucky Star, strip off your pants and panties then begin to masturbate. Remember this scene you’re about to watch subconsciously whenever you see the girl in front of us naked.” A little something for later. Lucky began to act upon the order right away pulling off her pants and ruining her panties as she tried to get the tight pink things past her regulation boots, the pants at least had a stretching spell stitched in that let it make the journey unscathed. Free of lower encumberments she opened her legs wide, just as he’d taught her before, and began to jill away.

Now once again he picked up the Dildo, appreciating the length and fine veiny surface, a bit of vanity on his part he supposed, before putting it to its intended use.

“One!” The girl squeaked out, not having forgotten the command she’d been given as the sound of Latex resounded loudly in a whip crack noise. Good, obedience had been at least begun to be established, maybe she could be trained without messing around with her brain too much. He always did prefer it that way, part of the fun of horse training was afterall, breaking in the horse.

“Two!” She cried out as the dildo came down. Midnight giving her a few moments to adjust as he did it again. “Three!”

Good, good… he began to quicken the pace, landing each blow precisely and purposely missing areas which he’d hit before. Well that could only last for so long, there was after all limited amounts of ass that he could be hitting. That would change quickly enough as the Dildo slammed up against her ass faster and harder, stinging the clearly already tender flesh with every strike.

“Twen…ty… *sob* Twenty one, Twenty two, Ahh… Twenty five…” She sobbed and cried out each number only to make a dismayed noise when he stopped.

“You have… failed at maintaining the count.” Midnight spoke dispassionately, his eyes trailing lazily over the girl’s quivering behind. “We will have to begin again. Of course unless you want me to MAKE you count properly. But then I’ll make sure you never step foot off this ship again. My pretty little cockwarmer for the rest of your days. Don’t worry though you’ll love it.”

“… no… please. Punish me again. Properly.” The girl sobbed begging and wiggling her ass in what she clearly hoped was an enticing fashion.

Midnight nodded. “Very well then, let us take it from the top. And from not on Mistakes will be… punished.”

Telekinetically the dildo he’d been using to abuse her poor ass was nestled flare first at her tiny anal bud, the crease of it scrunching tighter at the very thought of such an intruder. He pushed against her defenses there with enough friction to ensure that it hurt without causing actual damage, just the tip for now… a warning of what could be on its way.

Tearfully the girl nodded, then resumed the position fully.

The counting began again. This time every stroke coming as quickly as they had at the end of the last session, her ass becoming covered in light welts, and darkened bruising as she counted like her life depended upon it. Only one more mistake was made once they almost fully one hundred strokes.

Wracking sobs and the gasps of Lucky’s mindless orgasms filled the air as the second ‘punishment’ was applied in form of thick horse-cock dildo directly up the ass, Midnight’s telekinesis kept just smooth enough to keep the ordeal painful, without becoming damaging in the process.

“You’ve done fairly well I’ll admit.” Midnight spoke steadily, his eyes focused upon the well defeated young Magical Girl before him. He allowed the dildo to sit now flopping out from her behind as he switched focus and began casting a different spell. “Now. I’ve got one more little task for you. This one is a spell for unending breath, so you can’t choke no matter what. Even if it feels like you can’t go on. If you don’t mind… beating your ass has given me a bit of an issue I’d prefer to be solved before I get up from here.”

He shifted his leg slightly allowing the mighty cock upon which the dildo was based to fully show to his unhappy guest.

“Show me how much you don’t want to be just a cum-dump for the rest of your days. Choke on it till I cum.”

She hesitated slightly, only for Midnight to move the dildo just a bit as a reminder, then carefully she crawled over, pushing herself onto the floor beside him, understanding fully just what she needed to do. Her first licks were tentative, suckling lightly around the flare of the sensitive flesh almost as if trying to figure out just how to fit it all into her mouth.

Midnight took the matter firmly in horn, telekinetically gripping her head and giving it a properly aligned push that sent him thrusting deep into the soft warmth of her throat, twitching slightly as he held her there before letting her pull back and ease herself into the process which she was expected to complete on her own.

“Obey. And you might get out of this with those smarts of yours intact.” He whispered cruelly.

Her personal efforts redoubled to impale her lips upon his cock and swallow him down as if she were drowning and his thick phallus was all the air in the world. Well… by now the way in which she was riding deep lips first as he’d begun to hold her to his cock, driving her head up and down its length with telekinetic force, her cuffed hands pinned with one hoof hooked between them.

Which is of course the moment that a Video conference call came through.

A priority one from his superiors too...

“Oh, looks like I’m interrupting something there Agent Midnight.” A lovely woman appeared on screen, her purple hair tossed behind as a small smile formed across her lips. The Lotus Blossom, a powerful Magical Girl specialized in communications and connections.

“Ah… yeah… you’ve caught me in the middle of something… ah Delicate.” Midnight coughed lightly, centering the camera of the call so that only his head was revealed. The glow on his horn however never stopped, and neither did the orgasmic moans coming from Lucky’s side of the ship.

“Yes… I can see that.” A quirk of her eyebrow was leveled at the stallion, before herself smoothing her features to act as if oblivious to the continuing sexual activities within the room. “Either way, some new info coming your way. Caller’s been informed about her mother’s activities of late, she’s now back on the prowl and on the warpath. She’s likely to be a bit disruptive in your investigation unless you can join up with and possibly corral her from more overt movements. And having more of Feather’s descendants with you might actually improve the odds for Lucky.”

Midnight Twinkle could hardly help but sigh even as he enjoyed the tight sensation of the Void Seeker’s throat constricting about his cock. Caller and Chariot were strong magical girls, high up in the overall rankings when it came to pure brute focused powers, and unfortunately highly inclined to utilize them. Honestly speaking though they were strong enough that their usual mercenary antics were tolerated by all three sides, always in anticipation that anyone who could fix the specific security vulnerability to mind-control spells which they had, and possibly the other sensitivity issue, might have a strong chance of pulling them over to the side who did it.

Right now the Sentinels had a strong case of a hold over her, what with her constant and unsubtle combat flirting with the Lighthawk brat. Her sister’d even arranged for the girl to be captured by the mercenary likely in a ploy to get the two to actually work out some their unresolved sexual tension, a true Cupid at heart Lady Sweetgrass was. But that was as likely to change as not if someone else put Feather within the Caller’s grasp.

“So… I suppose we’ve got new orders then.” Midnight sighed.

“Yes. Seek alliance with her. The mission remains. Find Feather… contain her daughters from making a mess of things. I have great faith in your ability Midnight Twinkle.” She smiled dreamily. “Oh, and your new little pet. I’ll approve the paper work for you to keep her, so long as she keeps learning behave herself. Selflessly applying to ensure her reformation into polite society, I’m sure Victorious will approve. And maybe next time you’re at HQ, you can come over to see me in that petite form of yours. I do love a cute boy that’s properly hung.”

He rolled his eyes. He hadn’t used that particular alternate form since he’s broken up with Victorious.

“Thank you mam.” He spoke without even a little bit of sincerity. “Hear that Luv? You’re mine. Better redouble those efforts. I expect my cock to be nice and soft and clean by the time we make next port. Lucky and I have a long day ahead of us.”

The gurgling splutter was all he needed to hear.

Luck was on his side.