Magical Girls V.s. Majins

A guttural moan.

The sound of flesh slamming against the tiled floor.

Alex took notes on his clipboard as he approached his destination.

“Agent #747 has broken protocol. This is at least 3 times-” Another moan. “At least 4 times in the past 24 hours.” He shifted his clipboard to swipe his key card, then waited as the doorway opened into a room. A very small room, complete with hard tiles, a small bed, and a tiny desk. Others might call it a prison cell.

In the middle of the room, sprawled on the floor, was Agent #747. Her blond hair cascaded down her naked back, her blue eyes were wide and unfocused. Sweat and other fluids formed a puddle around her as she moved her waist up and down on top of a pulsating purple dildo. Between her gasps and moans, she muttered many incoherent phrases. One stood out to Alex however, which made his expression harden. Master.

Alex looked on, filled with disappointment. He finished his notes before walking over to Agent #747 and slapping her across the shoulders. She reacted with a jolt and a shudder. Her eyes lost focus for an instant, before regaining clarity and locking onto Alex. Her cheeks blazed in embarrassment, and she shifted her gaze towards the wall.

“Agent #747, you know the rules. The point of the device is to learn how to use it…” He gripped her under the shoulders and pulled upwards, a sloppy pop along with a moan echoing off the walls. “With moderation. And under supervision.” Maneuvering the dildo with care, he placed it on the desk before returning his view back to her. “Your rehab… doesn’t appear to be working.”

Her eyes glistened as she turned towards him. “Supervisor, I swear I’m improving! Y-you just came at a bad time.” She seemed full of remorse, but even so her hands couldn’t help but wander towards her waist, pawing at her slit.

Alex put his hand on his waist. “I don’t need you to lie to me.”

“I’m not lying! Okay, Okay! I’ve relapsed more than once. B-but, I’m trying!” She twitched as her gaze swept past his hand, to the weapon attached to his belt.

“That’s the issue. You see, there are a couple tells, when the procedure will most likely no longer work. And we can’t take the chance of you deceiving us and going back to Them.”

“That’s silly! I won’t go back to Master’s side! Don’t worry! I still believe in the mission!”

Alex shifted his hand, and tightened his grip on the gun. “You won’t go back… to whose side?”

“I just said, I won’t go back to Mas-” Her gaze wobbled, then she lunged.

A single gunshot, followed by a loud slap against the floor.

Alex looked downwards as the color red dyed the expanding pool of fluids, strapping his gun back to his belt. He picked up the clipboard and walked out of the room.

As he rode the elevator back to the ground floor, he stared at his reflection in the glossy metal. Sloppy black hair, cold blue eyes, and a face harder than steel bundled in a black suit looked back at him. He let out a breath, trying to focus on anything else. To not face what’d he done. Or who she used to be. How she helped her fellow agents deal with the pressure of facing Them. Or how happy she’d be to talk about the civilians she saved. Or how happy she was to come back successful from a difficult mission. Well, until she didn’t.

He took another breath.

The doors opened, and a mess of green hair topped by a set of glasses greeted him.

“There’s still blood on your cheek! Come on Alex, it’s not good for morale to walk around like that!” He blinked, as the hair came into focus, turning into a person that pressed herself against him. She wiped the blood off with a cloth, a smirk plastered on her face.

He handed her the clipboard. “Another failure. That’s the 6th this year.”

“Hehehe… HA! I knew it! Love-obsessed virgins like her, how can you expect them to keep their sanity when faced with supernatural cock! Alex, Alex, Alex. You can’t put any faith in these whores. Now what is she? Just another monster slut. No self-control! Don’t worry, someone needs to keep whores like her-” She couldn’t finish her thought as Alex gripped her neck, his eyes boring into hers.

“Don’t. Ever. Talk about her like that. I’m in no mood Linda.” He waited until he saw her nod in agreement before letting go. She rubbed her neck and put some distance between him before regaining her smirk.

“My bad, my bad. It’s just… they have no tolerance you know? How can you expect these whor- ahem. I mean Agents to resist their natural predators with no tolerance built up?” She looked through his notes, following Alex as he walked all the way to the parking lot.

“You know I’m right. They have gotten much stronger in the last couple years, and their strategies to capture our agents keep improving.” Alex frowned, because he knew that she was right. Something had to change.

He reached his car, but Linda made it in front of him first, looking up at him. “I need you to help me convince the AMD board. We should take the initiative. We already fight fire with fire anyways, what’s wrong with taking it a step further?” She placed her hand on his chest. “And you Mr. Nakamura… are strong enough. Physically. Mentally, from what you have to face daily. You’d be the perfect prototype.” Alex grabbed her hand and pulled her off his car, leaving her without an answer. It wasn’t the first time she’d make the suggestion, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last.

As he started up his car, he looked at Linda in the rearview. She appeared to be looking back, the madness in her eyes barely contained. He would never understand how she obtained board approval to experiment on herself as a normal human, but she had. Not only that, she succeeded. Now she was convinced it was the only way forward to win the war against Them. By injecting poison into their veins and hoping they didn’t explode before they won. But even if they won… if they became the enemy… was there even a point?

Alex zoomed on the highway, blaring pop music filling his eardrums. He hummed along to the radio, at the start, very mechanically, but eventually full of emotion. He wouldn’t allow any of his burdens from work to affect his wonderful girlfriend, Natalie. As his thoughts drifted to her, a small smile appeared on his face. He could picture her at the door. Welcoming him with an apron covered in splattered paint and pasta sauce.

Sorry about the mess. There is no paint in the food this time! She’d say it all with a proud expression. The amount of times they had to order pizza after hearing similar words. He chuckled to himself at the thought.

Natalie was as separate from his work, and what he thought his life would be filled with as could be. While he hunted things that bumped in the night, she painted landscapes. While he was an orphan pulled into the cogs of a clandestine organization, she was a college graduate from the center of Midwestern America. While he was content to just do his work to the letter, she always attempted to push boundaries. Including his.

If he followed organizational rules to the letter, he shouldn’t even have a girlfriend.

Possibility of information leak.

Creating a possible hostage for the enemy to target.

Weakening his resolve to do whatever necessary.

Alex understood the rules, which is why even though he felt chemistry when he first met her on the job, he didn’t try to pursue her. Instead, Natalie called him first.

His phone rang. ‘Speak of the devil’, he thought, tapping the screen.

“ALEX! I’M BURNING!” Her panicked voice bounced around his car.

“Nats!” His foot depressed the accelerator. “Get out of the house if it’s burning!”

“No, The house isn’t burning! It’s me! ME! I’m on fire!”

“What!? It’s only you?” Alex’s heart grew cold.

“Yes! I don’t know how it started, but it won’t go out!”

“Does the fire…” Alex’s grip tightened around the steering wheel. “Hurt?”

“Uh… No, no it doesn’t! That’s the strange part! What do I do?”

“Stay there Nats. Just. Don’t move.”

“Okay Alex, please hurry. I’m scared.”

Alex arrived outside their home, darkness pervading the house except for a small glow. Opening the door, his grimace deepened as he saw her.

Natalie sat in the middle of the room on a towel, dampening it with an indoor hose. Her previously auburn hair was now a deep, malevolent red. Flames danced across her hair and the rest of her naked upper body. Her warm brown eyes, were now a burning blood red. When she saw Alex walk in, her eyes lit up, until she saw his expression.

“Alex… what’s wrong? Can it be fixed? W-what do I do?”

Alex schooled his expression. “You.. You’ll be fine. Wrong might not be the best way to put it.” He felt like he was going to pass out. The blood of his colleague seemed to have followed him, filling his vision. His ears. His nose.

“Congrats Nats. You’re a magical girl.”