Have her trained by the best

Author's Note:

Renamed this route to Celestials of Xinnear, because it gives me the excuse to give them the abbreviation C.O.X. Also apologies if there are any typos or anything, I won't be able to publish 2morro so spent some time editing to try and get this out for Friday. Hope you guys have a good weekend, and feedback/other thoughts is always appreciated. Thanks!

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Natalie looked at the papers in front of her. It was her face, complete with her new red hair, but the information was unfamiliar to her. Her face distorted. “Are you sure about this Alex? I’d rather not- I mean, I don’t want you to get into any trouble.”

Alex reached out from the drivers seat, patting her shoulder. “Don’t worry about me. We need to do this for two reasons.” He raised two fingers. “First, we can’t let them know your real identity. If you want to be a magical girl to work with me, fine. But in the worst case scenario, I still don’t want you to be stuck serving the AMD and **** to sacrifice your life.” He smiled at her, and she smiled back.

“Second, is the group I want you to apply for. They are strict in their recruit selection. The background I gave you doesn’t have any issues, so you shouldn’t have a problem applying. They are the top department. I want to make you strong enough that I know you are safe when you finally take missions.”

Natalie nodded, fiddling with her black skirt. “Okay, if you say so… What’s the group called?”

Alex stopped the car, they’d arrived. “Celestials of X. Not only are they strong, they also have the lowest casualty rate.” He brought her into a swift hug. “Sorry for springing this on you first thing in the morning, but the sooner the better. If you had an accident with your powers and get brought to the Agency by ****, it’ll be much worse for us.” He opened the door and lightly pushed her forward. “You got this honey. We’ll get through this together.”

“Sure. I got this.” Natalie had butterflies in her stomach, like she was back at freshman year of college. She inhaled her bundle of nerves and got out, entering the building.

Natalie walked through the hall, indecipherable symbols and purplish-black murals covered the walls. The murals all seemed to depict a Majin. This Majin was taller than an average man, but also as thin as a stick. Tentacles protruded from all sections of his back. In each of the murals, he used them to great efficiency in slaughtering his enemies. ‘These murals almost seem to be… glorifying it.’ Natalie reasoned.

Besides the murals, there were also twelve marble pillars, holding up a domed roof. She felt like she was in an abandoned temple. The only thing out of place was where there should be an altar, there was an office desk.

Natalie approached the desk, but slowed down as she saw the lady sitting there. She wore a hooded robe made of tight black latex that highlighted her buxom figure. On top of the black robe was a purple corset, with the initials C.O.X. in a gold inlay. Right below the initials was a stylized image of the Majin she had seen in the murals. The woman had her hands clasped, as if in prayer.

Natalie reached the table. “Um.. Excuse me? I’m here to register.”

The woman looked up, but her face wasn’t visible under the hood. There was silence.

Natalie shifted around on her feet. ‘Should I just go?’

Right before Natalie was considering leaving, the woman got up and pulled her into a hug.

“I’m like, so sorry! I just had to finish my vows ya know? I’d hate for the big man to think I’m unreliable!” Before Natalie could even reply, the woman lifted her into the air. It surprised Natalie how strong this woman was.

“Welcome to the sisterhood! You arrived like, right on time! You can join the new trainees that are also starting today!”

“Um… Okay sure.”

The woman dropped Natalie behind the desk. The woman led the way to a staircase, which descended into the ground. Natalie followed behind. As she got a better view of the woman, she realized that she wore very steep high heels. Natalie winced.

“Um… is that really, you know… combat practical?”

The woman looked back at her, then laughed.

“We’re magical girls sweety! If we had to worry about what was practical, might as well get an office job! Or be a soccer mom! Actually, let me show you!” The woman came back up the stairs, then pushed Natalie down, violently. The stairs rushed to meet Natalie’s face.

“YOU BIT-” Natalie bit her tongue. She hadn’t crashed into the floor like she expected. Instead, she was floating in mid air. It was as if the air had solidified, and she had fell on a slide. She rode it all the way down, seeing the stairs whip past her, before landing at the bottom. The woman floated to the ground behind her.

“See? Fuck practical. So much more fun to live impractically.” She waved her hands, and the papers Natalie looked over in the morning flew into them. “Natalie huh? Well Natalie, I’m Alice! Your fellow trainees are in the room in the corner. I can’t wait for you to officially become our sister, and truly see how happy you can be.” She waved her hand again and a breeze formed underneath her feet, lifting her back up the staircase.

Natalie struggled to get down from the solidified air. She fumbled around but it felt like pushing against the floor. As Alice got further away, the air started falling apart. She eventually managed to reach the ground. ‘Is Alice a wind-type magical girl? Or is it air-type? How do they even classify us?’ Natalie was getting more unsure the closer she got to the room.

When she opened the door, a whole room of women clad in black robes looked back. A woman at the front of the group walked over. Even wearing the same robes as everyone else, she towered over the group. She was also the only one who had her hood down, and thus her face visible. She had short silver hair, and a scar that covered her right eye. Hard muscle rippled underneath her latex robes. She tapped her ear, before nodding and grabbing a set of robes from a side table.

“Natalie right? Alice informed me. Here’s your outer robes. Stand with the other trainees. You missed some general information about us, but you can catch up with your roommates in free time.”

Natalie considered whether Alex got the wrong memo until she saw this woman. Because how could a weird group of women in black latex be the top group of the Agency? But this woman in front of her. Natalie felt like this woman had the strength to fight a group of monsters, and then some.

“Yes Ma’am.” Natalie tried taking the robes, but they were locked in the woman’s grip. She had the smile of a savage.

“That’s ‘Yes Mistress’. You’re lucky you missed the introduction. I love punishing rule breakers.”

“Y-yes Mistress.” Natalie stuttered out, finally managing to pull the robe away. ‘Nevermind. She’s as weird as the rest of them.’

Natalie put on the robes, then stood alongside the other trainees, the core members at the front of the group. Looking around, it was easy to tell the trainees apart from the core members. The trainees robes were still loose due to their street clothes. The core members had no qualms wearing the robes directly, the tight latex snug on their bodies.

Natalie faced towards the front of the room. It was the Majin again. This time, he was no longer two-dimensional, instead, he chiseled out of obsidian. He sat on a throne made of his own tentacles, his chin held in his hands. Natalie frowned. Alongside the symbolism of the outer hall… Was this still as simple as glorifying a monster? ‘They are the top department in the AMD. They know what they are doing… It should be fine.’

The crazy wom- Mistress strode forward.

“I will lead us in the vows of service. There's only a couple lines, but we’ll keep reciting it, so make sure you’ve hydrated.” She winked at the group and they responded with some nervous laughter. She clapped her hands, the lights around the room dimmed. The core members went around the room, lighting aromatic candles. The candles burned with purple flames. Natalie could smell something sweet, but couldn’t place it. Before she could continue thinking, the Mistress started.

“Repeat after me. Pleasure is power.”

“Pleasure is power.” The trainees echoed.

“No!” The Mistress roared. “With more ****! Belief comes with time, but you must put in effort if you want any returns. AGAIN!”

“PLEASURE IS POWER!” The trainees screamed, and Natalie had **** but to follow along. She swiped her forehead, trying to clean up a bit of her sweat.

“Perfect.” The Mistress dimmed the rest of the lights, leaving only purple candlelight. “Continue. Following Xinnear is a path to power.”

“FOLLOWING XINNEAR IS A PATH TO POWER!”

Natalie eyes fell on the only thing visible under the light. The obsidian statue was now dyed in violet hues, the eyes glowing.

“Xinnear gives pleasure, so we empower him.”

“XINNEAR GIVES PLEASURE, SO WE EMPOWER HIM!”

‘Is the Majin’s name… Xinnear? This is too strange. I should speak with Alex after this.’ Natalie decided.

“Xinnear gives power, so we pleasure him.”

“XINNEAR GIVES POWER, SO WE PLEASURE HIM!”

“I will follow Xinnear with my sisters, until **** do us part.”

“I WILL FOLLOW XINNEAR WITH MY SISTERS, UNTIL **** DO US PART!”

Natalie wiped her forehead again. She felt hot.

“PLEASURE IS POWER.”

Did they raise the temperature? Or was it due to her own powers?

“XINNEAR GIVES PLEASURE, SO WE…”

She tried to focus on the vows, but it didn’t feel like the words were coming from her anymore. They reverberated through her bones.

“I WILL FOLLOW XINNEAR…”

‘When’s the last time me and Alex had sex?’ She blushed. ‘Why am I thinking about that now?’ She tried to refocus, but something dark moved on the periphery of her vision. She looked, then couldn't look away. It was the statue. It was facing towards her, it’s arms spread open. Abs fully visible.

“XINNEAR IS A PATH TO POWER…”

In fact, the whole body was on display. Powerful biceps. Spindly legs. Natalie wished that the muscles were what she focused on. But no, her eyes glued onto the body’s impressive shadowy cock at full mast. It didn’t seem like stone, the veins seemed to pulse with glowing, purple blood. The tentacles that made up the chair looked less innocent now, and more like a collection of large-

“… SO WE PLEASURE HIM…”

Natalie attempted to look away, but her head seemed locked in place. She could feel her lips still moving, reciting the vows with her sisters. She could tell the statue was definitely moving now. Like a slow motion film. Standing up. Approaching her.

“…UNTIL **** DO US PART.”

Her body was scorching. Was this supposed to happen? Did the Majin get loose? Why couldn’t she move? How was his cock so bi-

‘Focus Natalie!’ She focused on her center, and was glad to still feel her connection to her power. A campfire’s warmth filled her chest. Natalie realized there was something wrong with the heat she was feeling earlier. It filled her body, pumping out from her lower body. ‘They gave me an aphrosidiac? Okay, fuck this. I gotta get out of here.’ She started gathering the fire in her core, getting ready to release it in the only way she knew how.

Right before Natalie was ready to blow, the statue stopped approaching her. She paused, confused. A red-haired woman, completely naked, walked out from behind her. The woman kept her back to Natalie at all times. She bounded across the distance, climbing into the statue’s arms. Nausea filled Natalie, and her concentration on her power broke.

“PLEASURE IS POWER.”

The redhead wrapped herself around the statue, a pale imitation of the tentacles that made up it’s throne. The phallic tentacles coiled her body. She planted small kisses on the statue’s chest. Each contact from the woman’s lips to the statue caused a vibration in Natalie, that she tried to ignore. The woman’s head was traveling down the body, worshiping it.

“PLEASURE IS POWER.”

The redhead arrived at it’s abs, a soft moan escaping her lips. Natalie had heard this voice before. Her head pounded. Red lipstick covered the statue’s surface. A small red tongue darted out from between the redhead’s lips, licking some residue clean. She moved lower.

“PLEASURE IS POWER.”

The redhead’s hands tightened around the waist of the statue. The tentacles gripped her legs, her pussy fully visible as they raised into the air. Her head dipped even lower, her kisses growing longer, and wetter. The moans grew louder. Natalie recognized the voice, but refused to believe.

“PLEASURE IS POWER.”

The woman reached the cock. Her head moved downwards, but she stopped right above. Her head turned, and Natalie lost her breath. It was her face. But she'd never seen that expression. The mouth opened.

“Xinnear is pleasure.” She kissed the cock.

Her lower body trembled.

Her mind flashed, and then nothing.

“…alie.”

“NATALIE!”

She awoke with a start. She was still in the training room. The Mistress was standing above her, with a peculiar look on her face. The other trainees splayed across the ground in various positions around her. They also seemed to be rousing from various states of unconsciousness.

Natalie tried her best to gather her power. “W-what was that? A Halluciongen? Did you **** us?”

The Mistress eyes widened, she chuckled.

“Don’t worry sister. It’s perfectly safe stuff. Did you think we say pleasure is power as a joke?” She could see that Natalie's mood didn't improve. In fact, it had gotten worse. The Mistress shrugged.

“If it really bothers you, just consider it a very different type of porno video. Nothing wrong with a bit of jillin' to porn right? We aren’t lying when we say that pleasure is the source of power for our coven.” Mistress placed her hand on Natalie’s chest.

“You know how to feel your power? Try now. You should feel the difference.”

Natalie focused. Her connection to her power felt much clearer. Compared to the simmer before, it was now boiling. Still…

“U-uh I think you are right Ma’am. But still… can I get back to you on further training? I’d kind of like to go home and gather my thoughts.”

The woman's hand on Natalie's chest tightened. She towered over Natalie, her face filled with malice.

“It’s MISTRESS. Not Ma’am.” Mistress let out a breath, then looked away.

“I won’t punish you. But you cannot leave today.” Natalie’s heart dropped as the Mistress continued. “As you can tell, our methods are a bit… unconventional compared to the other departments in the agency. So we cannot afford any leaks. The training will go over a month, with six training days and one rest day where you’ll be able to leave. My suggestion.” Her tone implied it was anything but a suggestion. “Is to reconsider whether this training will be beneficial to you during your rest day. Understood?” The Mistress waited till Natalie weakly nodded, before walking off.

Natalie got the information for her accommodations for the night, then entered her room. Her roommates hadn’t reached the room yet. She didn’t want to think. As she pulled off her robes, she paused. Her hand reached down, towards her pussy.

Her fingers came back wet.