Paradisic Sanctuary 3 - A Tournament-Level Punishment
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Having been soundly defeated by Mistress Mori, Purity must now face the consequences.
This is a collaboration between myself and Luna-C
That finger slides up from Purity's chin, across her lips…
To boop her on the nose.
“Turning yourself into a, what's the term? 'Sitting duck'? Not the smartest choice in any battle, dear Libi."
Purity, Libi, blushes, turning her gaze away. “Ah… y-yeah, I guess you're right about that. I really am not that aggressive."
“And I imagine that you'll only need so much aggression in the Tournament," Mori coos. “But you still cannot expect mercy in these battles."
The lone, teasing finger tickles at the left side of Purity's neck, just below the jawline. “So, should I release you?" she asks sweetly. “Or, should we go over the consequences of losing a fight like this? Tournament-level consequences, of course."
Purity's eyes meet Jaci's for a moment, and that embarrassment turns into a smile. “Oh, I don't know," Purity says. “I wouldn't want to make your servant jealous."
The imp keeps her calm demeanor at the little jab. She responds without breaking her stride. “You assume much of me," Mori chides Purity. “My existence comes with," she thinks for a moment, “limitations. I can be empathic, and I feed off certain emotions."
At this, her finger leaves Purity to stroke along her monocle.
Just looking at this device seems to subdue the bound magical girl in some way.
“But I cannot risk doing anything to you that would excite both of us, or rather, excite me. Meanwhile, perhaps, you would want to continue where you left off in your tournament round?"
“I'm ready to take Jaci down", Purity says. This time, I can easily win, I know it!"
Jaci's worried demeanor shifts to a more confident stride as she approaches the bound girl. “You've gained a lot of confidence with just a single match against Mistress Mori, haven't you?" She says this, standing right in front of Purity, “But our match was just for show—to prepare you. I'll have you know that I am one of the only beings who can survive Mistress Mori's uninhibited state. If you wish to face me without the kid gloves, you'll be in trouble."
“Play nice," Mori sighs. “After all, we are training Libi's here, not humiliating her. Part of Jaci's ability to withstand me is due to the time we've spent together, learning about each other and our powers and limitations. To that end, I wonder what your limitations are. For instance, that bubble of yours…" She says this, gently unwinding the sheets around the magical girl.
“Ah, the Chastity Shield? That really only works on virgins. When I transform into Purity, I effectively retain some level of virgin power, even though, well, I'm not one myself, anymore…"
“I see," Mori says, “That appears to be true for most magical girls, the. But this means you won't be able to use it effectively against most opponents, especially those who can have multiple means of attack.."
The imp turns toward Jaci, an idea striking her. “How long can you maintain your magical state? It's unlikely you can win a battle of attrition if it is like most other girls like you." She tugs at the air, a pink strand of fabric rising off of Purity's outfit. It unravels before the imp, completely disappearing and forming into a ball of string that sits in the palm of her hand. “And your Chastity Shield wavers with your focus, so distractions, such as this, can cause a problem."
Underneath the spool of ribbon surrounding her, Purity is fully nude, her heart-shaped nipples on display before she covers herself up, a warmth growing in her cheeks. “Ye… yeah, lucky me," Purity says. “Most enemies I face go after my clothes first."
“But your clothing is not your power," Mori says. “That is where you have an advantage. Has anyone ever drained you of your magic?"
A flash of a memory—an alleyway, a slime and its many pseudopods, reaching inside of her, drinking from her, stimulating her—it burns through her soul.
“Ah… n-not quite," Purity says. “But a little bit. It's… complicated."
“Well, Libi, know that while you are in my domain, no harm will befall you here. Any training we undertake shall be perfectly safe, as long as you trust me and give me your consent to do what I must for you."
Purity stands up now, moving her hands away from herself. “Sure. Let's stop this talk and get to business, shall we? Come on, Mistress Mori, teach me." With a deep breath, she lets go of all of the magic around her, her braids undoing, her hair losing its shine. Her skin loses some of its sheen and her heart-shaped parts return to that of a normal young woman, exposed, unapologetic, naked.
“Very well," Mori says, floating right up to Libi, fingers brushing over her side, up and down, exploring her. “Now, then, what weaknesses do you have in this state?"
Libi squirms as fingers dance across her side, and Mori keeps up the attack there, only for the girl to let out squeaks of protest.
“Ticklish, are we? Quite the exploit, indeed. But, I must be careful, myself, to not get overwhelmed." Her touches steer clear of any specific erogenous zones, checking Libi on various other parts, from her spine to her neck, to her stomach, to her sides, to her arms. “Though, I suppose a real test of your power might come if you and Jaci face off, unpowered."
“Completely?" Libi gasps. “F… fine. I'll do it, as long as Jaci wants to!"
“Very well," Jaci says, stepping forward, cupping the woman's breasts, her own ministrations simple. She permits herself bolder actions than the imp's, responding to Libi's movements and desires for more touches, always keeping her eyes upon the girl beneath her while her mistress continues to probe and tickle.
The laughs spur the two on, touching her, caressing her, letting multiple hands do their worst by being so gentle, yet so unrelenting.
“Do you have anyone special?" Jaci finally says.
“Wa… what?"
“You know," fingers rolling over stiffened nipples. “A partner, in the world outside."
“N.. No…!" Purity says. “I… I've only… had single, ugh, flings, hehe. I… d… don't think I could… let someone inside my… my heart!"
“That's fair," Jaci concludes, stroking down along Libi's sides. “It requires a large step to let someone into your personal life. But… if you do find someone, it can help with your ability to cope—to deal with your conflict that tortures you so.
“Are you… o… offering something?" Libi says, a hint of tease in her.
Jaci rolls her eyes, her fingers joining in with Mori's, but she isn't as gentle, and the tickling sends the unmagical girl into fits of giggles that fill Mori's chamber.