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It was a night like any other when Tessa Quinn prepared to go to sleep. She wished her parents good night, brushed her teeth, returned to her room, and changed into her pajamas. She checked whether everything was ready for school tomorrow as she always did the night before, and smiled to herself: everything was perfect. She went to bed and turned the light off. Sleep didn't take long to come, as that had been a tiring day for her. She closed her eyes, and was asleep in under a minute.
Tessa gently woke up, eyes slowly opening to a familiar ceiling. "It's not the dead of the night this time, at least," she thought to herself. Something like that had happened many times to her over the years, not frequently enough to become a consistent problem with her sleeping schedule, but definitely often enough for her to remember... Tessa would sometime have dark and confusing dreams that would wake her up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat and filled with a strange unease. She couldn't really call them nightmares since she never remembered what they were about, but they did leave her in a state that she wouldn't have called pleasant at all.
Although, there was something different this time... She had woken up at a different time, obviously, since the sun was already dimly lighting her bedroom. Her body also felt sticky as the damp pajama clung to her sweaty skin, but she didn't feel the same unease this time. No, she felt somewhat... satisfied? It was a hard sensation to describe, but it wasn't an unpleasant one, or at least so she thought. Certainly not as unpleasant as a little girl waking up in the middle of the night, fearing someone was staring at her from a dark corner of the room.
She shifted in bed, trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep, when she felt something very odd... The trousers of her pajamas didn't feel damp, they felt drenched. Had she peed herself? It wasn't something that ever happened to her, at least in her own memory, but maybe the different dream had had a different effect on her. Tessa groaned. "I really didn't need this..." she thought, blushing a little with embarrassment at the prospect of having actually wet the bed at her age. She reached for her inner thigh to ascertain the damages, and sure enough, the fabric was absolutely sodden.
As she moved her hand to her other thigh, already knowing it would just be as bad as the first one, her wrist brushed her crotch... Tessa's heart jumped in her chest as sudden heat traversed her body, like a wave that radiated from her core. "Wh-What was that...?" she thought to herself, startled. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, save for maybe those weird flushes everyone gets when struck by fever. Was she sick, then? Maybe that sweat was her breaking a fever after all.
Her pulse began to slow down a few seconds later, and she decided to reach for her crotch again, just to make sure what that was all about. Her fingers brushed her inner thighs before her digits finally made contact with her crotch. The wave of heat was much more intense this time, so much so that she reflexively arched her back as she raised her knees, the naked soles of her feet dragging against the mattress as her hips pushed against her hand. Tessa's eyes were wide open in shock. Her hand was frozen in place, and the heat took longer than before to subside. What was happening to her...? She gently pressed against her lips through the drenched pajamas, trying to make heads or tails of the strange new feelings. The wave was not as violent as the previous one, but it was definitely still coursing through her body... She massaged her pussy a few more times, her raised legs squirming and rubbing one against the other, pushing her hand harder into her crotch.
After a few seconds of this, even enthralled as she was, her attention was drawn to something else entirely. She could feel something strange inside her, like an organ she had never felt before... It was like a hot core of energy buried deep within her, one that radiated a gentle but very intense light. Could that be the source of those things she was feeling? She closed her eyes and focused on it. "What are you?" she thought. Surprisingly, that energy seemed to react to her call, and slowly began to burn more intensely, as if it was growing brighter. Tessa didn't feel threatened by it in the least; no she actually knew in her heart that it was a friendly force, whatever it was. She encouraged that core with formless thoughts, speeding up the rate at which its brightness increased even further.
Suddenly, she could feel the energy radiating from that core fill every cell in her body. Her eyes shot open at that incredible feeling of power... That's when she noticed that her body was literally emitting light from underneath the covers. "Wait, am I a-?" Tessa didn't have time to finish the thought that the room flashed bright as the energy surged through her body like blinding fire. It was a frightening feeling, but also strangely empowering. She could feel her body being lifted from the bed by an unknown force. She panicked and tried to flail, but it was all over in an instant.
The light dimmed, and she floated gently back down on the bed. The heat from before hadn't fully left her body, but she felt incredibly energized, much more so than compared to when she had woken up. Also, she felt... dry? The covers were already halfway down her legs after that absurd levitation phenomenon, and she kicked the rest away with her legs as she sat up.
Then, Tessa saw it... She was no longer wearing her pajamas, but a gold-trimmed pink and white dress full of frills and with a big ribbon on her chest. Her jaw dropped as her heart skipped a beat, her breathing still short from when she was touching herself earlier. It had really happened! Like many others, she had also dreamed she'd one day become one of those magical girls that fought monsters and protected the city. What little girl didn't want to wake up one morning with a cute costume and incredible superpowers?
After a moment of excited panic, she decided to run to her parents to share the big surprise with them. She effortlessly jumped off the bed and made for the door, when a sudden flush of heat robbed her of her strength and made her fall to her knees. It was similar to what had happened to her when she brushed her crotch earlier, but at the same time, it also felt completely different. There was... something trapped in her magical girl panties, she could feel it. And not a foreign body, it was hers. While making a futile effort to slow her breathing, she reached for the skirt of her new uniform and slowly lifted it...
Dread filled her when her suspicions were confirmed. The white panties of her magical girl uniform had a cute pink ribbon in the front, but it didn't even register in Tessa's mind. What caught her attention was the cylindrical shape that created a bulge in the fabric, a very visible one, that ran the entire length of her groin, from her pelvis almost all the way to her left hip. The white fabric was darker near the end of it, as if her panties were wet somehow. What...? Tessa, being a smart girl, knew exactly what it was, but she had no idea why she suddenly grew one. Was it because she was a magical girl now? Do all magical girls have dicks? A storm of questions raged in her confused mind while her hand reached for the dreaded package...
A jolt traversed her body when her gloved fingers made contact with it, jerking her forward and forcing her to stop her fall with both her hands. That felt scary, and incredibly good... Tessa had given up trying to control her breathing by then, her entire focus drawn to what had quickly developed into an agonizing throbbing in her panties. She kept a hand on the floor while reaching for her crotch with the other once more, very slowly, but also quite eagerly. The result was somewhat similar to what she had experienced when she touched her pussy a second time after waking up, only deeper, and somehow more primal. She pushed her palm against it, and while her hips threatened to give out for a moment, they automatically pushed forward against her hand instead. The warm feeling spreading from her crotch made her turn the head and muffle a groan into her arm. She had heard rumors about what boys did with theirs, but she didn't really know the details... And yet, her body somehow knew how to fill in the gaps.
Tessa shifted the arm she was using as support to rest her upper body on her forearm instead, laying her head on it and closing her eyes. Her other hand remained firmly planted against the bulge in her panties as her hips moved about, sometimes circling, sometimes waving back and forth in jerky thrusts. The fire inside of her was growing hotter and hotter, but somehow it didn't feel like it was enough... After a couple more decisive but still rather unsatisfying pushes against her palm, she decided to step things up. She relaxed her muscles as much as she could (considering her heavy breathing) and pinched the front of her panties, slowly pulling it down. After a moment, her dick bounced free of the tiny piece of fabric, and the sudden change in pressure made her hips buckle; she would've probably fallen on her ass hadn't she already been lying on her knees and arm. Tessa looked toward her legs, but her puffy skirt was blocking her vision. She was disappointed for the lack of visual aid, but she was confident she'd be able to find it with her hand alone... and so she did.
After reaching under her skirt once more, she found it almost immediately. The first tap of her middle finger made her lightly flinch, but nothing could have prepared her for what it felt like when her gloved hand wrapped around the shaft. A deep, longing moan escaped her throat as her back arched and her hips instinctively pushed forward, making her dick slide in inside her firm silken grip. The wave of pleasure coursing through her was several times more intense than what she felt while rubbing herself through her panties. In fact, it was so powerful and all encompassing that it threatened to take control over her, and in a way it did. Her breathing often caught in her throat as her free arm moved back and forth, stroking her dick at an increasingly fast pace, letting out moans only every once in a while. Her hips no longer moved, and instead tensed up as they braced for the progressively more overwhelming sensation building up inside of her.
That exercise continued for a short while, and soon her moans became impossible to stifle as the pleasure inside of her quickly approached its peak. While she had no idea what to expect, the possibility of stopping didn't even cross her mind. She had to see this through to the end, wherever that would lead her. Her thighs suddenly began shuddering, and the pleasure that had been gathering up inside her for the past few minutes suddenly exploded. Her hips jerked forward, pushing her dick fully through her closed hand as the first hot squirt of semen gushed from the swollen tip and landed on the inside of her skirt. Tessa cried out as the thunderous wave of her first orgasm crashed through her entire body; hand frantically jerking her erection, drawing out string after thick string of white semen from her throbbing cock. Her tense hips jerked several times as she unloaded, only slowing down toward the end to finish with a couple of deep and slow pushes through her clenched hand. Then, her muscles began to lightly shiver as the flush of her climax slowly left her limbs.
Understandably exhausted, she slowly slumped on the floor, until the semen-coated inside of her skirt made contact with her still twitching member. That drew a muted moan out of her closed lips as she gently circled her hips against the soft and warm surface, coaxing a few more drops of semen out of her waning erection against the hard surface of the floor. As the pleasure slowly left her body and she began thinking straight again, the sticky mess in her crotch and stomach started to feel quite uncomfortable... She took a few more seconds to wallow in the pleasant afterglow before she mustered her strength and sat up.
Tessa looked down and saw a large and vaguely circular stain on the outside of her skirt, right in the middle of the white front, knowing perfectly well what had caused it. She grabbed the hem of the skirt and stretches it forward, assessing the damage.
"I dearly hope I somehow don't have to wash this."