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Nestled comfortably on a street corner on one of the avenues of Anteronia is a pink-and-pastel facade with expansive windows and frilly curtains. Signs written in flowing script announce to all comers the business's identity. The waiting aroma of bread and coffee tells the typical passersby the exact nature of the establishment. It is, of course, Baker's Bakery, and to the average Anteronian, it is a place of indulgence and rewards.

To the girl approaching from around the corner and into its alleyway entrance, it is her place of employment.

Libi steps into the side door and into the women's locker room. The young woman is primarily unremarkable–slightly curvy with hair, skin, and eyes of various shades of brown and gray. It is a dull appearance that blends into the crowds of the city. When she changes out of her simple streetwear, she slips into a pastel chef's jacket and slacks, wrapping around herself the Baker's Bakery apron decorated with a caricatured version of a gingerbread man with fabulous pink hair and a winking smile.

“Someone's in trouble today, Libi", snickers a voice from around the woman's hips.

Libi looks down to see the half-naked goblin woman reaching in to pull out her casual shirt, which she slips over her large head with some difficulty. When she finally pops through it, her pointed ears wiggle, and she looks up to Libi with a bright, trap-jawed smile.

“Good morning to you too, Geneviève", Libi says. “I'm not awake enough for silly goblin riddles."

“Not a riddle", the goblin says. “Boss wants to see ya, and you're not in yet."

“And you?" Libi asks, a smirk forming on her lips.

The goblin shrugs. “I just got off, and I'm gonna go get off, if you know what I mean", she says, wiggling her brows.

“Right, right", Libi says, patting down a stray cowlick on her brownish-tan hair.

When she arrives at the kitchen, a wooden mannequin, featureless save for the pink chef outfit it wears, sits hunched over a piece of paper and a book. It scribbles notes while running a wooden finger along the page.

“Designing a new look, boss?" Libi asks.

The mannequin closes the book and stands, spinning on one foot and facing Libi with arms open wide. From no mouth, a voice rings out in a sing-songy voice. “Ah, Libi, darling. Yes, I've a great new body I'm designing for an expedition I'll take with Tik Tik. If all is successful, we'll have a new supply of a special ingredient. Knock on wood."

Baker taps his temple, giggling.

“Sounds good, but you wanted to talk to me about something?"

“Oh, certainly, Libi dear", Baker says. He scoops up a pile of papers and hands them to the girl. “I'm promoting you to head of marketing. I've wanted the normal, everyday sweeties to enjoy the sweets on offer here. Sadly, many seem to be a bit, hm… overwhelmed by our richer clientele."

Libi frowns. “And by 'head of marketing,' you mean 'stick these fliers everywhere I legally can?"

Lacing his wooden fingers together, Baker nods. “Indeed, darling. However, from what I understand, something is happening at the park today, and you should check it out. Who knows what free publicity we can score from attending a public event under the table."

“Gotcha, boss", she says, holding the papers close to her chest. A trip to the park is much more entertaining than serving customers in the front, any day.

—

Though not quite the center of Anteronia, the park is within easy access of those whose lives revolve around the hustle and bustle of the city. This includes the prestigious guests at La Floraison Éternelle, the grandest hotel on the continent and a place ripe to attract tourists with the deepest pockets.

Among the statues and gardens of the park, the impromptu show at a gazebo begins at everyone's favorite price: free! Of course, a red top hat rests on the first step, where the viewers are encouraged to donate.

The show's star--a young man adorned in an identical hat, a flashy mask, and a glittering cape, all accessorizing white gloves and a red suit that seemed equal parts dignified and dynamic--is an illusionist; sleight of hand, rather than actual magic, and hypnosis were the tools of his trade, but he wielded them as expertly as an accomplished surgeon. In his performance, paper doves shed authentic feathers, participants and the Showman levitate, and items disappear, reappear, and change their sizes and shapes.

Most fantastically in his act is his use of volunteers from among the audience. Each starts off surprised to be picked, then eager yet anxious to be on stage and the center of attention...but, once that particular performance ended, they stepped down and returned to the audience, no less worse for wear after unknowingly entertaining the cheering public. Libi caught herself watching a bit of the show, entranced by how easily he seemed to turn ordinary people into performing puppets only to turn them loose without protest; if this illusionist took control of her, in front of so many people, what might he make her do...what could he make her do...and would she remember any of it? Would she want to?

“And now, my wonderful audience", the entertainer--Magnificent Mesmer the Mysterious, or so proclaims at least one banner for the show, draped over the gazebo--declares to the crowd, “I require another volunteer. This one is for great work beyond the simple tricks of earlier. I assure you, this shall be one for all of you to remember!"

Libi--recalling her task--makes her way forward through the crowd while carrying the flyers under her arms; in her bright outfit and moving closer, she's easily discernible from the rest of the audience.

“You!" Mesmer calls out, pointing to her. “Shall you come to the stage and partake in the mystical arts?"

Libi freezes, her eyes widening, her whole body petrified like the statues that line the park. All eyes turn toward Libi, and she can feel them all upon her, waiting and expecting.

Gripping the papers tightly, Libi swallows and speaks, “W-well, I just came here to do some advertisements, but…"

“Oh, ho. We have an entrepreneur here among us. Well, there is nothing like a little collaboration between an entertainer and one of the fine businesses that make this city great. Of course, I need to ensure it's a type of business I can support. I do have a reputation to uphold, my lady."

Libi approaches, handing him one of the many flyers, but Mesmer wags his finger and produces from his sleeve a folded-up paper. He unfolds it, bit by bit, only to turn it over and show that it is one of the flyers.

“Ah, yes", he proclaims, clapping his hands together and showing with open palms that he no longer holds the document. “Baker's Bakery. Why, who here has not heard of it already? And our local celebrity pastry chef has offered each person possessing one of these papers a free cookie…with another purchase, of course. Go ahead and hand them out. That's right. Does everyone have an advertisement who wants one? Excellent!"

“Now, my dear", he says, bowing to Libi, “are you ready to have your mind mesmerized by my hypnotic suggestions?"

Libi's throat tightens, and her hands clench. Her mind wanders back toward a nightclub establishment and of serpentine eyes and a venomous bite that pumped through her body and enflamed her desires. It was an experience both horrifying and thrilling. “What, uh, exactly happens in these sessions?"

“Why", he says, running his finger along the brim of his hat, “Nothing that the subject wouldn't do, albeit with the liberation of anxieties. Many who have fallen under my spell have reported decreased stress and increased comfort in public situations. After all, after having performed in the silliest manner by simple suggestion, what could possibly embarrass them afterward?"

He places a hand upon his heart and bows his head, “And, I can assure you that in my hypnotic sessions, the one who is center stage shall run the show. I shall merely be a guest in your mind palace. All the doors I open shall be from your own admission."

“I won't give up any secrets, would I?" Libi asks, her tongue peeking out as she asks.

His eye sparkles. “Nothing you weren't considering telling us to begin with. Rest assured, my dear, your bank accounts and buried corpses are safe from us."

The crowd chuckles at the grim humor. Mesmer allows them time to peter out before he holds out his hand. “So, have we an accord?"

Libi ponders for a moment before she takes his hand, shaking it with a firm grip. “You know what? Sure!"

“Then, you and I are of equal minds here, my dear", he replies, never entirely staying completely still, even while standing next to her. He shifts his pinky or his wrist or his toe within his shoe. Each rolls slowly without disturbing the rest of his body. Each of them is a subtle motion that draws the eyes.

“You see, hypnosis is all about relaxation", he says, pausing, “and truth." His voice is an auditory focus point unrelated to his visual cues. “Once relaxed, the hypnotized is open to the truth, both within themselves and from what the hypnotist provides. The truth is then revealed to you and to the audience." As he says this, he gestures at the crowd, just another professional flourish…perhaps. “Many think such surrender weakens a person–that mind control makes one a puppet, if only through the one reorganizing what you thought possible and impossible. Now then, care to grant us your name?"

“Libi", she says. Her words come out as a sigh with no hesitation whatsoever. She stares at nothing, her head slightly tilted and her shoulders slightly hunched. Her lips curl into a soft smile.

“Very good, Libi", Mesmer praises her, maintaining his movements. “Now, while you think of a time you've felt the most relaxed in your life, what is something you've wanted to share with the audience?"

Libi disappears from the gazebo and finds herself shivering through a cold Anteronian night, dressed in her pajamas. She wraps herself in a warm blanket and sits by a warmer fire, all the cold disappearing from her.

“I really do love the Bakery. It's a beacon of light in the darkness of this world. Much more than you could possibly know. It's a job for me, but it's also more than that."

She falls to her knees when she says this, swaddling herself in the imaginary blanket, leaning her head against her shoulder.

Mesmer leans closer to Libi, whispering into her ear. “Whenever you hear the words 'Baker' or 'bakery,' even from your lips, you will slip deeper into this relaxation."

Libi hisses inward.

“So, is this the uniform you wear at Baker's"

She sighs.

“Bakery?"

Her eyes flutter.

She leans back, her arms dangling, staring upwards with a dazed smile filling her face. “Uh-huh", she coos, her breath a steady rhythm, in and out… in and out…

“Surely, a woman of your beauty and your adventurous attitude has more desires in her life than simply being a baker at Baker's Bakery, yes?"

The audience is barely a factor; it is just Libi and Mesmer now on the stage, and they are the only things in her reality.

“I like it", she admits. “It's a nice job. I can't really complain, but", she shudders as if a piece of herself were wriggling out of her. “I like working for myself, protecting people." Those last words emerge as no more than a whisper as her clouded eyes see nothing.

“I see, I see", Mesmer notes. “Now, then, Libi, I wish you recall the most pleasantly satisfying experience you can remember as you tell us what you like to do in your free time. When you are free from responsibilities and haven't a care in the world." He lifts her right arm, gently circling her wrist as he holds her up.

“I like, I…" she sighs, falling back into the ground, the only support being his gentle caress. “I like to explore myself and who I am. I like to discover new things about myself, spiritually and physically. I like to fight against being afraid to make myself a better…" she sighs dreamily, her eyes fluttering.

Mesmer holds onto her, his brow furrowing, but he continues. “Whenever you hear the words 'like' or 'truth,' even from yourself, the pleasure you feel shall increase, independent of your relaxation. When I say 'stop,' you will freeze in place, unmoving, except for breathing. The trigger words will continue to increase your relaxation and delight. When I say 'release,' you can move again."

Again he stands, holding her hand. “I see you like the bakery,"

She sighs.

He tells the audience, “You have interesting truths."

She gasps.

He delivers a side-long glance at the woman, pausing for a moment.

“Here is another truth."

She bites her lip.

“A lovely red balloon is tied to your right arm, but you've reached equilibrium. The balloon cannot pull your arm higher. You cannot tug the balloon lower; this equilibrium follows your body, so you can move, stand, sit, or jump without changing the distance between your arm and the balloon."

At this point, he releases her arm, letting the “balloon" keep it aloft.

Libi blushes deeply as her arm dangles there. She blinks and shifts but doesn't move from the spot. “I, uh, like, mmm…" she squeaks. “Sorry, what were we talking about?"

Mesmer smiles warmly. “Ah, we were speaking of truths."

“Ah?"

“Including what you like and dislike about Baker's bakery."

A shiver runs up her body.

“For instance, can you truthfully…"

She moans quick and a bit louder. Mesmer pauses, adjusting his collar, gulping.

“…say you like the bakery's goods recommended to the rest of us here."

Libi brings her knees together, those feelings of relaxation and elation messing with her focus. She hears those words, clings to those feelings, and practically worships those desires. “I like, ah, my boss. Really, I do, but I… I'm having a hard time…."

Gulping, Mesmer holds his hand toward her, saying, “How are you feeling right now, Libi? Is something the matter? I might be able to help you if you just explain everything you're feeling to me."

“I feel good—terrific", a smile rises across her lips. “Is it wrong to feel this good?"

“W-well, I, d-don't see why not, but do you wish to enlighten the whole audience about such things?"

Libi blinks and scans over the crowd. It is a sea of enraptured faces, one and all, but their expressions are all upon her, all waiting to hear what she has to say. All of them wanting to know, see, and experience more.

“I don't like the coconut things", she admits. “It's not the taste, but the mouthfeel, you know?"

Producing a handkerchief from his pocket, Mesmer dabs his forehead. “It can be an acquired taste", he agrees, “but thank you for being so truthful about the goods Baker puts out. Is there anything you're feeling, anything at all, that you would like to do before the audience? You are in your most comfortable position and experience the happiest and most serene moments of your life. Excitement, do you wish to feel the excitement, Libi?"

“Yes", she sighs.

“A…and what excites you?"

She purses her lips. A moment of hesitation that would have been an eternity passes by in but a fraction of an instant, and she says. “I really, really like to have S-E-X."

Mesmer squeezes the handkerchief as the world is only her and him amidst a sea of an enraptured crowd. His arm trembles, and his lip quivers. “Sex?" his voice comes out in a less controlled squeak. “That's what's the most exciting? And you'd freely share that here, in front of everyone?"

Her eyes flutter as she looks at them. For a moment, Mesmer could swear he can see the hearts in her enamored eyes. “I'd fuck you right now if you said the word."

A rise of gasps and cheers call through the audience.

“I must remind you and the audience", Mesmer intones, somehow in more control than a moment ago, “that everything you say, do, and feel comes from within you. Hypnosis is the art of drawing out the truth from an individual, and it is not about controlling someone outside of their will. If I told you to punch me in the face right now, you would do so only if you truly desired to bring violence upon me. You understand this, do you not?"

She nods.

“And you know that if I ask of you to do something that would embarrass anyone, it is because you desire to do such an action and that you may not remember it at all, or if you do, it will be as a dream to you, is that not so?"

She nods.

“Very well", Mesmer says. He kneels beside her, bringing his lips oh-so-close to her ear, his hot breath upon her skin as she speaks. “You wouldn't have intercourse with a stranger, surely, but what is it you desire here on this stage?"

“W…what would it be like…to get off in front of everyone", she responds in a dreamy, breathy voice.

He nods, a smirk running up on his lips. “Well, I think I can grant you that." He whispers lower, more intimately, into that ear. “When you hear 'now,' I want you to relive the most intense orgasm of your life. When you finish, the balloon around your wrist will pop, and you shall relive that orgasm again."

Libi stands in front of the audience. Her feelings of comfort and coziness, mixed with a bit of excitement, churn throughout her like sweet cream. She smiles, one hand behind her back while the other remains in the air. “So, when are we going to go through the hypnosis?"

“Ah, my dear", Mesmer says, “think about it deep in your heart. You remember the pact you made and the secrets you've spilled, not to mention the exciting promise you gave yourself."

Libi's brows furrow. There is something there. Something that she was worried about yet excited about at the same time. There is a fog in her mind, keeping her from finding the truth, from keeping her from stopping enjoying herself. That nagging worry in the back of her head–it's not there, and it's so liberating.

“I think so", she replies. “I feel so good. I like it."

“That's a good girl," Mesmer says. “When do you think you're ready to give yourself what you want?"

“I think", she says, starting, groping at her mind, then shaking her head. “I think I'm ready to feel it now."

Mesmer smirks. “Now?"

—

The world around Libi disappears, and she finds herself back in an alleyway on a dark Anteronian night. Everything zips past her, almost like a blur, and she remembers every moment that led up to that moment all at once.

How could she, in good conscience, forget her first night patrolling the city as she alter ego?

“It's up to you now", the tiny creature said, smiling at her with its heart-shaped eyes. “You must continue the legacy that Chastity left behind."

“Right," Libi said, holding her hands up to her heart, forming the symbol upon her fingers. She channeled the magic given to her, creating a pink bow surrounding her body. Anyone who would have been watching at that point would observe her outfit sparkle off her like strips of sprinkles, returning to her in the form of a magical girl's bright pink dress and her long gloves and boots.

Her dull hair lengthened and looped into an intricate heart pattern. When her eyes opened, they were no longer a drab color but bright and pink, with pupils transformed into the form of hearts.

“And now, a new hero is born", said the creature. “Purity, protector of virginal values in Anteronia. Now go! Go and fight the perverse monsters of the city!"

It was a magical time, the first time can only ever be. The newly dubbed Purity hopped from roof to roof, running through the cityscape in search of any trouble that plagued the streets and threatened the citizenry.

She followed her heightened sense, leading her down toward an alleyway behind a stable. She waited around the corner as she saw what appeared to be a green translucent dog stumbling through the alleyway. The creature whined as it approached the building, whimpering.

“What is that thing?" Purity asked herself.

The thing that wasn't a dog sprouted gelatinous tentacles from its back, which whipped around and aimed toward one of the neighing horses, screaming from inside the stable at the intruder.

Purity thrust her arm forward and materialized her pink heart shield from her reach. It flew through the air, slicing through the creature's protruding tentacles.

It screamed wild and uncanny horror as the remaining tendrils flailed around in pain and shock. It whipped around, facing her like a cornered animal, but it was a monster. Purity's purpose was to battle such creatures.

She caught her shield, shaking off its goopy residue, and pointed at the dog slime. “My name's Purity, and you've molested horses for the last time, slime thing!"

Odd awareness came upon its face, and no sooner had Purity finished her proclamation did the monster leap before her, its form spreading into a net of protoplasmic goo.

The newly anointed Magical Girl slashed at the enveloping slime, but it wasn't enough to fight it off. Instead, it covered her whole body, pinning her down to the ground, where she struggled, only her face free from the snare.

A tendril of slime rose from the mass and inserted itself into her mouth, pushing down her throat.

A chilled, minty taste invaded her, slurping down through her body. She swallowed it, almost as if on instinct, and when she did, it left her oddly calm and her body relaxing.

She knew in her mind that she could fight with all she had. She could tear this thing apart or stab it in its throbbing heart-shaped core, but was that the way?

Instead, she laid back, her eyes rolling and fluttering and her body tensing, not in a fight, but in delight.

Acidic slime made quick work of her outer garments, dissolving them and revealing for the first time what her body looked like under her transformed state. Had she always been this sexy? The slime seemed to enjoy her naked form as it spread over her like a seductive suit, slurping and vibrating as it penetrated her pores. Indeed, she didn't normally have heart-shaped areolas that the slime circled around, suctioning her erect nipples with loud slurps.

Purity pushed her chest out, her hums vibrating through the appendage thrust down into her expanded throat. Still, the slime was not satisfied with her yet. Once the last of her underwear burned away, revealing the heart-stamped pubic hair and her untouched magical girl labia, the monster was quick and eager to thrust some of its self into her womanhood.

The slime's ministrations did not end with the penetration of her sex, pumping its fluid-like appendage up and down into her, splashing up into her deepest recesses. No, it went to her breasts, penetrating her nipples, pumping something into her, making her breasts swell and slosh.

Purity had never conceived of a time she would be lactating, but there she was, squirting the milk out into the mouth of the creature, and what a mouth it was. It was her mouth, with lips wrapped around her nipple and attached to her face and shape. Her entire body was mirrored in the being laying atop of her, no longer spread over her body, but caressing her, fingers inside her, hand supporting her head.

The slime girl looked to Purity, eyes half-lidded, a smile on her face. It was a smile Purity never had made before, but could she make it? Would she? The goo girl trails her fingers down her chin, chuckling gently. She pulled away and moved her face downward, placing gentle kisses over goosepimpled flesh.

Purity doesn't move. By all accounts, she could move. She could kick the slime away. She could use her shield, but instead, she lays there and waits.

And her patience was rewarded.

It didn't come right away, but instead was the culmination of the slime girl's tongue and caresses over her body that finally made her over the edge. She raised her hips, wrapped her legs around the girl's head, and screamed out in pure unashamed joy into the Anteronian night.

All those memories knocked her down on that stage, writhing and remembering her climax while holding her hand up awkwardly in the air, rocking her hips in a thrust into imaginary space to ride that high still longer.

All the while, Mesmer watches, tense and entranced by her display.

Libi collapses, drool pooling on the side of her lips, her eyes glazed over, and her chest rising and falling slowly with post-climatic gasps.

And the imaginary balloon tied to her arm finally pops, making her remember everything, feel everything, and love everything over again!

During her second performance, Mesmer kneels beside her, reaching out and patting her head. “Such an enthusiastic lady. It's not very often one finds a gal in Anteronia so repressed. I'm sure you have your reasons, and I could have you express them here and now, but why command you when you can tell me and the world when you're ready?"

She lay on the ground as a mess of orgasmic delight, her breath quick and high-pitched, and her body limp and tired.

Mesmer stands and turns toward the audience, placing a finger upon his lips. “Perfect performance, my dear, and one you'll no doubt forget. Let us, then, make this our little secret." He holds his fingers up, presenting to the crowd, his voice booming, “When I snap my fingers, you won't remember being hypnotized, nor will you remember what you've done on stage. Now, up", he says, holding his hand out.

She reaches her hand, clasping his grasp, and he pulls her up. She follows with a smile, standing with slumped shoulders and eyes that stare into nothing.

“You will recall promoting your establishment only. The cues I applied to you shall accumulate in the background, but they shall not affect you until next we meet, and you witness me snap my fingers twice, or I state the words myself."

SNAP

A wave of silence hits the audience, just as planned, of course–a public performance made private to preserve the lady's dignity but give her the best orgasm of her life twice.

“Let's give Libi a round of applause, everyone!"

The crowd cheers, and Libi blinks, embarrassed that she zoned out for just a moment after nailing the ad read. “Uh, thanks, everyone. Baker's is really nice, and it really is the best in town."

Mesmer nods, motioning to the crowd. “They know how much you like Baker's Bakery, and I'm sure everyone would promise to visit it after the show."

While she walks off, Mesmer smirks, watching her leave, confident that while his audience cheered him on, he received the most entertaining show of the day.

—

Libi returns to Baker's Bakery mired in sweat. She stumbles into the changing rooms, where she drops her apron off into her locker, and looks at herself in the mirror, frowning.

She can't possibly go back to work looking like this.

Luckily, there are spare uniforms, but those won't fix the sticky funk of exertion. Libi can hear the sound of her boss ringing in her mind, “Cleanliness is key, Darlings. If your body is clean enough to eat off of, you're clean enough to work in the kitchen. That's why I had the wherewithal to install showers for the workers. It costs a pretty platinum, but it's worth it to give the best customer results; I can assure you of that."

Libi grabs a towel and peels off her top, tossing it to the side. She sighs, looking over herself. She cups her breasts, rubbing her palms over her oddly-erect nipples. “If he had actually hypnotized me instead of just letting me talk," she thinks aloud, “maybe I would have done something really embarrassing."

She sighs and leans down, shimmying out of her bottoms. She hooks her fingers into her panties and tugs them down. She stops when she's met with a slight resistance–a gentle tugging between her legs. She pulls her panties downward, the fabric folding itself over as it glides down.

She pushes any concern aside, stepping into the shower and letting the cold tile cool her bare feet.

With a squeaking of the faucet and a hiss of the heat, the water splashes down over Libi, rolling down her skin and pressing down her short and straight hair. She closes her eyes, running her hands over her face as she tilts toward the water. All the worrisome thoughts she had as she entered seemed to disappear as if someone had snapped their fingers, and they were gone.

The shower room door opens, and Libi rubs the water from her eyes. She sees a co-worker's slim and flat figure over her shoulder. As usual, the earthy girl enters the room with a towel wrapped around her waist and a wood-hued arm draped over her chest. Verdant eyes scan Libi for a few moments before she closes the door behind her.

“Sorry, Melia," Libi says, turning away from her grassy-haired companion.

“No, it's fine," Melia says, stepping up to the faucet beside Libi's, dropping the towel, and adding the spray of steamy hot liquid into the room. The water strikes her dirt-covered skin, letting the muddy mixture disappear down the drain.

“Didn't think your classes ended yet", Libi says, breaking the silence but focusing on the wall in front of her, not her companion.

“They usually do", Melia says, “but I tend to stay behind to work on different projects in the botanical laboratory. I usually shower at the dorm, but I stayed behind late today."

Libi blinks, rubbing her arm, perhaps longer than she should have, as the lather has long since disappeared. “Wait, I wasn't expecting your shift to start for another hour."

“Nah, I usually start at this time", Melia says, running her fingers through her hair. “I was running a little late, but as long as I rinse off and dry off quickly, I should be–hey, you alright?"

Libi twists the faucet off, holding onto it for support. The last droplets of water roll down her curvy form. Her heart flutters as she flashes through her day. “There's no way I took that long", she mutters.

Melia turns toward her companion, her modesty forgotten as she supports the stumbling woman. “H-hey. Are you alright?"

Rubbing her head, Libi pushes herself back up, motioning her friend away. “Maybe I should take off early. Tell the boss I'm heading home. He should understand."

Melia frowns, left alone in the shower while Libi towels herself off.

She slips back into her casual clothing, first her pants and then her blouse, but when she goes through the pockets of her moist uniform, she freezes. Frantically, she pulls out every bag and checks every loop and pouch. But, no matter where she looks, she can't find, “My money!"

At that moment, things finally click for Baker's assistant. She tosses her uniform down on the floor and storms out the door, marching out of the building and into the deeper and darker corner of the back alley.

Lost time. A sense of something peculiar, subtle things not making sense: it reminds her a little of the time when that ghastly gorgon got a hold of her, but this is much more subtle.

“Hypnotize me and steal my money, will you? We'll see about that!"

A few moments is all it takes for Libi to transform into her Magical Girl form. Soon, Purity is rushing out of the alleyway and across the rooftop of Anteronia, beelining it for the park.

Back at the Bakery, Melia, dressed in a pastel green uniform, approaches the wooden confectioner, bowing gently before him. “I'm sorry, boss, but Libi's not feeling well…again."

Baker looms over a humanoid mold, pouring into it a pastel batter with a practiced and careful tilt from a bowl twice the size of Melia's head. “Don't worry about Libi, sweetums", he says. “We can more than make up for her today." He places the large empty vessel on the floor with a resounding clang.

“Just remember, everyone here has to support one another. We're ingredients that are part of a whole, and none of us can make a delightful dessert without the others pitching in to do their part. Why don't you tell me everything that happened when you two darlings were in the showers."

—

Fully transformed, Purity travels across the dusk-streaked city, hopping from building to building until she makes it to the park. There, she approaches from the opposite direction from her original approach, making her way to the gazebo with quiet dedication.

Mesmer finishes another set, bowing to the cheering crowd and motioning to his donation hat. “Please, provide a round of applause and any loose coinage you happen to be carrying, and we can curtain this show."

Before the magical girl's eyes, the substantial audience claps and cheers for Mesmer, emptying their pockets of more money than most would make in a week! They dig into their pouches and bags, pouring out more and more of their change while laughing and cheering in non-stop applause.

Soon, Mesmer takes his hat and pours the overflowing haul into a large sack. He then walks through the quiet crowd, reaching into the frontmost gentleman standing there, pulling out from his pocket a golden watch and then pocketing it in his cape as he adjusts his sack of stolen goods.

Purity raises her shield and leaps to the grass beside the stage. “Hey, Mesmer!" she shouts. “I'm onto you. Give those people back their money!"

Mesmer wheels around, and his eyes widen. He drops his ill-gotten gains and rushes past the audience, all of whom pay him no mind as he disappears.

And thus, the chase begins.

Mesmer races away from the pink-haired woman with the fires of justice burning in her heart-pupil eyes. He turns down an alleyway during the desperate pursuit, past members of the citizenry as oblivious to his passing as the audience was to his robbery. Soon, he finds himself up against a wall, panting heavily, desperately scanning the old stone buildings for means of egress.

Landing in the alleyway from a magical vault is Purity. She steps forward, her heart shield materializing through bright light and her heart-infused eyes furrowed under pink brows. Her boots clop over the cobblestones as she approaches, cornering the evildoer. She raises her weapon, opens her mouth, and tenses up for the confrontation and-

“Stop!"

The cry comes out as a panicked desperation from a two-bit criminal with nothing else to try. He lifts his hands over his face to protect himself from the vigilante's violence, his body shuddering and shivering in the late afternoon air, waiting for that first strike in an inevitable beatdown so typical of those in their relationship.

And yet, nothing happens.

He blinks, lowering his arms and gasping at the sight.

Purity stands before Mesmer. Her eyes, once filled with righteous fury, now wait with baited compliance.

Of course, he was confused...but confusion gave way to a realization...and realization to opportunity. "Wh-when," he breathed, a smirk slowly easing itself onto his face as his heart rate relaxed, "did you invite me into your mind, Purity?"

SNAP!

Purity blinks, standing in an alleyway, fully aware that she's in the alleyway where she cornered Mesmer, but fully frozen as she stands in the middle right in front of him.

The hypnotist regained his calm, presentational demeanor as he stands before her, a smirk spreading wide over his cheek. “I could have questioned you while you were entranced, you know," he reveals as he circles the magical girl. “But it seems that, instead of having you divulge your secrets under a trance, it'd be more fun to make you my puppet and let you know how your body answers to me."

“Don't act like you don't already know me. You hypnotized me!"

He shrugs. “My dear, I hypnotize so many lovely volunteers. I don't know if you're brunette baker Libi from this afternoon, that charming blond Charlotte from this morning, or even the somewhat effeminate fellow, Julian, from the other day. Many of my previous volunteers could find out that I liberated them of their spending cash, so I make sure to put up a defensive suggestion in their minds, barring them from harming me."

“I'm going to break out of this," Purity insists, her arms trembling.

“Oh, but my dear, you don't want to, and that's the beautiful part," putting his pizazz back into his speech. “Every suggestion I make taps into someone's psyche and pulls out from the depths of the mind the truest and most pure realities. You're not a violent woman, not by nature, so when I told you to stop, you did exactly that."

“I'm not going to play your game," she says.

“We'll see about that. For instance, I'm sure a lovely lady like yourself has nothing to hide. You'd feel much more comfortable telling me how your powers work while you strip yourself of your outfit."

“Like hell, I will! I'll never tell you I'm the guardian of all things virginal in this town!" While she says this, her hands move down to her collar, unbuttoning the first button of her dress.

Mesmer leans against the alley wall, relaxing as he watches the hero. He strokes his chin, nodding in appreciation. “I see, so you defend the truly innocent, helping those who put bodily virtue in high esteem. Yet, I wonder what you could possibly be doing chasing after me. I'm just a hypnotist. I'm no carnal thug."

Purity undoes one button after another, exposing more and more of her skin. She takes a deep breath, closing her heart-shaped eyes, exposing her cleavage and the breeze of the evening air. “I noticed I was horny, and my panties were soaked."

He claps his hands together. “Well, now, so you found the evidence of your lusts. How nice of you. Though, I am sure it was the money that brought you back to me."

“My lusts?" she says, frowning as her fingers curl under the opening of her dress. “You must have," she pauses, considering her words, “done…something! I dunno!"

“My dear," he retorts, waving a finger. “A hypnotist can do a lot of things, but the easiest thing is to remove people's inhibitions and make them do things they wouldn't dare to do because they would simply be too embarrassed. Forcing you to go against your nature and do things you would never want to do would require a stronger, more invasive means of manipulation."

“You're controlling me right now!" she insists, one hand untying the bow at her collar.

“If that makes you feel better, feel free to think that. But in the meantime, I want you to tell me more about yourself and your powers."

“I can take a lot of punishment," she says, unraveling the bow at her collar; it becomes nothing more than a long ribbon lying in her hand. With this last tie removed, she pulls her dress apart, revealing more of her body. While her breasts are covered mainly by the draped outfit, the immaculately trimmed pink heart above her womanhood and that wondrous peach itself are free and open to the villain's view.

“Not much of a costume you have, Miss Purity," he teases. “Is that for easy access for your paramours?"

She shudders, closing one eye but the other looking straight at him. “I, I don't have paramours, I… I fight monsters off… by using my body. I can be a scapegoat, virtually invulnerable, until the moment of climax."

“You lose your powers when you cum? Why isn't that inconvenient for a woman who readily teases others and pleases herself? Seems you are an ordinary person, after all."

She reaches up, gloved hands pulling her sleeves off herself one by one, letting the dress fall off her body and land on the ground. There, she exposes her heart-shaped areolas, her nipples perky and excited. Her blush deepens even more than before. Her shoulders and chest rise and fall in delicate and slow movements as she stands there, only in gloves and boots.

“You're simply magnificent," he says, standing up from the wall. “Please, turn around slowly. Let me enjoy the sight while you explain your fantasy to me."

With an awkwardness to her movement, she spins around, hands up in the air over her head, one grabbing her wrist. She looks away from him, her lips twitching, her head down and to the side. “I like a rough partner to take advantage of me. I enjoy losing fights and being overpowered by monsters and tough villains."

“Simply fascinating," he breathes. “And you think about this often? Is it easier to orgasm by touching yourself as you do, or can that not satisfy your cravings."

Purity pauses, taking a deep breath. “It works from time to time, but… nothing compares to actually performing in front of others."

He nods. “Sometimes, the imagination needs a little push to get things going. I'd dare say if your mind were to conjure something vivid, the orgasm you would have would be unbelievable. That is", he adds, chuckling now, “if the hypnotist helping you allows it."

“Y… you wouldn't dare."

“Maybe I would," he replies, holding his hand up, fingers poised to snap. “But it will only work if you allow me to do it."

She stares at those fingers, furrowing her brows, puffing out her cheeks, but she parts her lips and sighs. “Just try it, tough guy."

SNAP

Purity finds herself back on stage without a stitch to her name. Her hair is down, her arms are resting at her sides, her bare feet cooled by the smooth wood she stands upon, her eyes unable to close for more than a blink as she stares over the crowd, each member watching her with what seems to be anticipation.

“They're waiting for you, Purity," Mesmer drawls beside her. “They want a performance that only you can give them, a vivid display of just how human their savior is, of how empowering your vulnerability can be."

“I… n-no, I c-can't…" she hesitates, but why? What is wanted from her? What are they expecting her to do?

“If you don't want to do it, you don't have to," Mesmer coos. “But, I think you do. I think, deep down, you want to bare your deepest secrets for all to see, and I've provided you an avenue for you to do so, a way for them to appreciate who you are and what you do for them."

Unconsciously–or at least she tells herself–Purity's left-hand moves for her heart-trimmed bush but not to cover it.

“They won't touch you," he explains, “because you don't want them to. All they'll do is watch, but that's all you really need from them, isn't it? To perform in front of others, to be acknowledged as you protect them and sacrifice yourself for them?"

Her right-hand moves to her heart, to her left nipple, again not covering it up. She can feel her heartbeat quicken with her breath, her chest rising and falling. In front of her, the audience starts to chant to encourage her to continue; they start low, barely a whisper, but they steadily grow more audible.

“Don't disappoint them," Mesmer murmurs by her ear, not that she needs much more motivation. “Give them a show no one will forget…."

Purity sighs. The chants grow in her ears, becoming a steady rhythm within their soul. Her fingers swirl, one around the heart shape of her areola and the other down to her clitoris. Her bare feet curl against the ground as she lets out broken, sighing breaths as two fingers work on either sensitive spot on her body.

The chanting increases, and soon the audience adds their hands and feet to the mix, letting the reverberations thrum through her body. Unable to close her eyes, Purity watches them, her fingers speeding up, and soon two of them sliding deep inside of herself. The fingers pump within her, first to the speed of the chants, but that is not enough to satisfy her. Instead, she speeds up and rocks her hips against those digits, her mouth agape, gasps escaping and transforming into moans that rise up from within her. She scans over the crowd, a smile curling on her lips as her gasps increase in pitch. Excited and smiling faces watch her in a mix of leering lust and blushing excitement. There are many different people, each bringing their own experiences and desires. Perhaps, like her, some of them yearn for the moment when they cast off all their inhibitions and do what makes them feel their best?

“Aaaaann?" She gasps, arching her back, pushing her hips out, her fingers fucking herself as her thumb rubs against her clit, smashing that button in a need that she cannot fulfill, or is it that she won't fulfill it? While she rocks against herself, she also pinches her nipple, rolling it between her fingers, letting that shock of pain add to her delight.

And she is aware of the man who brought her here, watching her from behind her periphery. Was he enjoying the show as much as the viewers were? Why did she even care for the desires of a villain? Yet, she tries to turn. She tries to look over his way. She tries to figure out if he has joined in on this, but she cannot.

His voice returns to her ear. “This show is for you," he adds. “Anything you want and desire can happen here, but you must also be aware of the desires of the others involved."

“W… what?"

“For now, at least," he says, a hand hovering close to her side, “you must enjoy yourself with your own touch."

She bites her lips, rocking against herself, fucking her fingers, squealing and bending over, her knees turning inward. “I… I want… waaaant!"

“Have everything you want," he says, and ride it out until the end of your release…and, when you indeed climax", he instructs, “you will give them a new name to recognize you as. Your other name."

Purity's eyes roll back, and a long moan erupts from her throat, ripping out of her without her control as her sex practically drools over her hand, but it's not enough. It can never be enough; even as she desperately tries to give the crowd what they want, she cannot, or will not, climax. Not yet. But is it because she wants to protect herself, or is it because she wants it to never end?

“I need… mmm… I need mah… moore!"

“More can be provided", Mesmer says, “If only you truly desire it."

She nods, her eyes rolling about, looking to the audience, her smile the lewdest thing yet, as she pulls her arms away and holds her hands out. “I need… I need your… help!"

“My, my," the hypnotist says, “you aren't going to make a liar out of me, are you, Purity?" he says, a chuckle rumbling from his chest. “I did say they weren't going to touch you."

“But… but I want them to!" she whines, stomping her foot ineffectively upon the floor with a wet slap.

“Well then, who am I to deny you your demands?"

Mesmer steps aside, leaving Purity's vision but always existing in the back of her mind. She, however, is well aware of the audience, whose glares and leers only become more and more ravenous as they stare at her.

She swallows a lump, her lips spread apart, her heart thumping through her chest, the warmth growing around her. This is it, then. This is when she reveals her taboo desires but in front of him?

In front of who?

She takes a deep breath, her voice cracking into what is no more than a whisper. “Take me."

Granted permission to participate, the audience rushes onto the gazebo, practically climbing over one another to approach the exposed magical girl. Purity's bare skin tingles in the breeze while her eyes, never able to close themselves to this oncoming wave of lust, watch the mad desire in their eyes. They are much like the monsters she faces to defend the populace.

They are much like how she is.

Many are in attendance of all species, genders, and ages of adulthood. Regardless, they all have one singular purpose their eyes, hands, and lips.

They want her, and they must have her.

Their coordination is unreal as they climb and climb onto the stage. They are not some stumbling mob but a wave of flesh, weaving in and out from one another to approach and reach out for Purity.

The first touch is at her hips, hands holding her down. More grip on her shoulders, stroke her arms, or squeeze her thighs.

The magical girl's breaths come out hotter than before.

They handle her, intending ot do such lewd things, yet she cannot hate them for it. She specifically asked for this.

The smooth and rough strokes of hands and fingers lead to the next wave as soft lips press her flesh–at her sides, her butt, and over her nipples. She gasps, pushing her chest out. But even as her mouth opens, another meets her lips, invading her with their tongue.

Tears roll down her eyes, but they are not of fear, sadness, or anger but of sheer emotional stimulation. Her body shakes. She accepts that invading tongue, clumsy and plodding around her mouth and down into her throat. She tangles hers along with it, running her muscle along the nameless individual's wriggling meat, offering them an unforgettable experience even in her own most embarrassing situation.

And where was the deceitfully dashing hypnotist during this pile of warm bodies? She cannot tell as they crowd around her, seemingly able to allow faces and mouths and lips to caress and kiss and lick.

Two fingers slide between her legs, pushing against her lips, penetrating her. Are they both from one unskilled lover, or were two separate people delving into her depths? She cannot tell; a moment later, her other entrance is penetrated by a warm and wriggling tongue.

Her face burns as she cries out into the tongue in her mouth, her voice muffled but not as the one kissing her pulls away. She screams, attempting to restrain herself. The only thing that abates her moans is another tongue, tasting of sweet delight, that finds its way into her mouth.

Tongue and fingers dance within her as lips wrap around her clitoris, kissing and licking at her button, while more fingers pinch at her nipple and more tongues dance together to slurp at the other.

During this whole endeavor, something rises within her mind: a promise she made, no, a command given to her. She would reveal her deepest secret, her entire identity, once she succumbs to her greatest pleasure.

That she cannot allow!

And so, she endures the bliss, even as more appendages find ways to touch and caress her. There is a gamut of pleasurable sensations, more and more arriving to do more and more things to her. One set of hands strokes down over her legs and past her ankles. There, they find the soles of her weary feet, rubbing the thumbs against the ball, up and down, up and down, making her curl her toes as tension disappears.

Another set slides up and down her sides, feathery tickles shifting over her skin like fairy touches that hardly press against her. Every pore and follicle they pass sends a ticklish sensation to her, making her writhe and spasm, but other hands hold her down. Only the lover who shares her mouth at the time receives the full impact of the giggles that bounce up from her throat.

Lips kiss her shoulder and down over her arms and up her sides, around her breasts, and even up underneath her arms, making her try to push herself together into a scrunched-up ball. All the others spread her out, pin her against her post, and invade her deeper and deeper.

She isn't going to last much more without being broken. She has to do something, but all she can do is reciprocate the delight.

TING

The most recent mouth leaves her lips, and she can finally speak with them vacating her with a string of spit bridging between them.

“Please," she gasps, her voice strained and holding back all the moans of delight and surprise, “Please, r-remember your decency. I can't...I can't be allowed to… to climax!"

TING

There is the simplest of hesitation among the probing party, her body drenched in kisses and licks, her legs soaked with her own desire, awaiting the final deluge of delight.

“You have…to listen…" she pants. “You're…you're under his sway…but…but you can control yourselves…you can stop…at any…time…."

Is that really true, though? Is that how his hypnosis works?

TING

“How astute of you to realize they, too, are under my hypnosis", Mesmer says, reentering her perception, “But that knowledge won't help you so long as your desires rule. Now, my dear, release and expose yourself fully. Ripping free your identity shall be the ultimate in exhibitionist delight!"

TING

TING TING TING!

The ringing strikes the cobbled street by Purity's boot-clad feet, which makes the magical girl realize that she isn't standing upon the wooden gazebo, but still in that alleyway where she had cornered the nefarious hypnotist Mesmer. The participants in her orgy of delight disappear almost immediately after, leaving her to fall upon her knees in a sweaty, panting mess.

A whipping chain lashes out right where Mesmer is standing. Still, the larcenous illusionist hops out of the way, cursing, “Not another one!"

Purity picks herself up, climbing up against the wall, one arm covering her breasts. She stares upward, seeing a feminine figure silhouetted by the setting sun, chains floating around her as she stands on a rooftop.

“Blast it all," Mesmer sneers. “You were almost there, Purity!"

The chains strike out, but he nimbly dodges again. “I have understood you, mind, body, and soul! You mustn't forget what you truly want, my dear!"

“Give it a rest, showman," the mysterious newcomer shouts from the rooftops. “Your final curtain call dropped a while ago, and no one's asking for an encore!"

“Perhaps not now," Mesmer replies, “But a good performer knows when to end the show with a bang!"

Before either of the girls can react, Mesmer tosses a smoke bomb.

Purity, unchained by his hypnotic shackles, rushes through the smoke, reaching out to grasp him but only catching a wisp of vapors. She coughs, stumbling through the remnants of the getaway, beginning to step out into the street beyond.

A chain wraps around her naked waist, and the mysterious newcomer yanks her back into the alleyway and towards the roof.

“I heard a mind controller was messing around town recently, but he doesn't fit the description. I think he's just an average crook." She uses another chain whip to grab something from the alley before handing Purity her discarded clothing. “It shouldn't be hard to find him like a normal criminal. Name's Jaci, by the way."

Purity looks to this woman in her green and black skirt, long black hair, and blinks. She hesitates for a moment.

“What's up?"

Purity shakes her head. “S-sorry, It's just déjà vu." She glances down at her dress, her face burning red, and she snatches it from the girl. She buttons herself hastily, her buttons misaligned and her dress wrinkled.

“Thank you, anyway", Purity says. “Who knows what would have happened if you didn't swoop in to save the day."

“I'm just glad to know there's more of us out here, protecting the populace", Jaci says, nodding. “Life gets lonely, sometimes. So, you're Purity, right?"

“Yeah, and you don't have to worry about that mind controller, by the way. A friend and I took care of her a few days ago."

“Oh, another magical girl?"

“A dragon, actually", Purity says, hopping up along a stairway of heart-shaped lights.

Jaci whips up to the top of this makeshift platform herself, and the two girls scan the crowds from this higher vantage point. “No kidding? Well, you're just filled with surprises, aren't you?" She pauses after saying this, frowning slightly. “But, there's one thing that bothers me."

Purity winds up next to her by her platform's edge, blinking, frowning. “Huh, what's that?"

“If you're a magical girl like I am", Jaci says, folding two chains around herself, “then you should have magical fortifications to your mind to protect you."

“Yeah, when I faced the mind controller earlier, she got me, but I was able to fight it… more or less."

Purity remembered stumbling down another alleyway, her mind a rush of feverish need, her body desiring nothing more than sexual gratification. There was no need to tell her new companion about all that, though, nor about how she took dragon dicks to clear her mind of those thoughts.

“If that's the case, then the only way that a simple street hypnotist should be able to take on your magically-warded mind is if you let him. I… didn't interrupt anything, did I?" she asks, giving a sidelong glance toward Purity.

“W… what!? N-no!" Purity waves her hands, stepping back. “It's not like that at all, uh… hey, look at the time", she stammers, pointing to one of the many clocks adorning the streets. “I really must be going, toodles!"

Purity hops off the roof and rushes away, ignoring the other magical girl's shouts of protest as she disappears into the evening.

As night takes the City of Anteronia, Purity disappears amidst the bustle of burgeoning nightlife, only for Libi to reappear, sore and exhausted but still a long way from calling it an end to her excursion.

The clock chimes the next hour, and the woman slumps onto the public transport bench, sinking into her seat, her arms reflexively crossing over her body. Even sitting there, the phantom feelings of illusory bodies probing and caressing her do not leave. She shivers, biting her lip, her eyes darting around at the other potential passengers. Each of them is just as normal as her–people seeking to get home from work or heading out to some club or locale to have some sort of debauched fun in one of the private venues. She brings her knees together, biting her lip and staring at the ground.

She can't keep her mind off Jaci's words and what she felt deep within her heart.

“Hey, are you listening, girl? Getting in or not?"

She glances up at the transport driver, reaching for the rail to climb on but pulling her hand away. “N… no", she says, picking herself up entirely. “I think I need to take a walk."

The driver frowns. “You sure? Things get pretty rough in this part of town."

“Yeah," Libi says, turning around, a smile spreading across her face. “But I can handle them."

Her journey takes her through the park and back to that gazebo. Her heart thumps harder with every step she takes toward that place, even though her mind tells her there's nothing wrong with it. The only negativity that comes from it is the memories and lack of memories that flood her mind.

Indeed, she could take another path. She might even be able to cut out sometime, but she doesn't. This is what is familiar to her. Without the cheering crowds and the conniving con man to alter its purpose, it is a lonely little public spot. She's free to sit upon its steps as much as she wants and to stare at the stars.

She's not sure how long she sits there or dwells on the thoughts that swirl in her mind. Nor does she know why she would reach her hand down into the dark hole between the steps. But when she does, her hand rests not on grass or dirt but on the cold dryness of leather.

Libi blinks, but then she spins around, kneeling against the steps, staring into the darkness. With a little incantation, she conjures up pink light that illuminates her face and the space between the stairs. And underneath, she sees a familiar pink wallet with a tiny heart on the corner, right where it would have fallen if she had dropped it walking up or down these steps earlier in the day.