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When Ena asked Mizuki to be her girlfriend, she had only one condition; "Watch Miramagi with me, from beginning to end." Mizuki made sure to invite Ena to her place to watch it while her parents were on a business trip, leaving them alone in the house. Why the secrecy? Hell if Ena knew.
"It's basically a movie date, right?" She settled onto the couch. "I'm not a complete normie: even I watch anime every once in a while. How bad could it be?"
This mindset was shattered the moment they hit the midway point of Episode Three. Ena lay sideways on the couch in the fetal position, holding a fluffy pillow against her chest. Holy shit. This is what kids are watching these days?
Miracle Magical Girl Lala. The first two episodes were fine, even if the art quality was rather inconsistent. Why did her outfit that showed up in this one scene have twice the detail as all of the background art so far combined? But the action sequences were tight and fast-paced, and the music was amazing. I wonder if Kanade's seen this?
Then they reached Episode Three. Lala entered a slime monster's lair to save her two best friends... who had been bound in slimy, wet tentacles. Their clothes were all torn up, their eyes utterly blank as they stared at each other with blushes glowing on their faces. Narrow tendrils curled into their ears to whisper commands into their brains.
They started making out. They touched and stripped each other. Every movement was limp and lifeless, like they were dolls for the tentacles to control. Taken out of context, you'd be forgiven for believing they were a couple of camera cuts away from fucking, right there on the spot. This is basically porn, Ena realized. Mizuki... How old was she when she watched this, again?
"I know, right?" Mizuki was sitting closer to her than she realized. "I'm kinda amazed they let this air on daytime TV, too..."
From there, things escalated. There was an episode where the bloomers Lala wore under her uniform were stolen, and she had to fight in that tiny skirt without anything underneath. One episode, civilians who had been enslaved by cursed tattoos gathered in Witches' Sabbaths to worship a dark goddess in ceremonies of hedonism and debauchery. And every time, Mia was there to pull Lala to the dark side. Judging from her height and the size of her tits compared to Lala's flat chest, Mia the Witch was clearly much older than the adolescent magical girl. No matter how many times Lala defeated her, Mia would return with her stiletto heels and her outfits of black latex to toy with her again.
Every now and then as they watched, Mizuki would scooch closer, eventually resting her head on Ena's shoulders, or resting a hand on her lap. Of course, this didn't bother Ena; the whole point was so she could start "officially" dating Mizuki, after all. But it was almost like every time Mia turned Lala into a blushing mess, Mizuki would draw closer to Ena, her touches bolder and less subtle.
At some point, Ena got cold, so Mizuki got a blanket from her room for the two of them to share. This emboldened Mizuki even more: even in the scenes without Mia around, Mizuki always had a hand or leg or shoulder touching Ena somewhere. “If you asked permission, I wouldn’t say no,” Ena complained. Mizuki just smiled, feigning innocence. Ena let her do what she wanted; she didn't mind at all how soft Mizuki's skin was, and the smell of her perfume only added to the atmosphere.
Then came Episode Nine. Last episode, after Lala had a spat with her fellow magical girls, she had finally fallen under Mia's spell. Hand clasped in trembling hand, Lala followed her most beloved rival into a dark portal, while her companions screamed for her to return to her senses. But as the light returned to Lala's eyes, the portal snapped shut, trapping her in the demonic realm.
Now, she was chained up by her wrists and hanging from the ceiling of a damp cave. Or was it a cave? The walls didn't look like rock, and were lined with writhing tentacles rather than stalagmites. The sweat that coated Lala's brow and the rhythmic sound of the "wind" that blew against her frilly dress suggested something more alive than a mere cave.
Mizuki, who had yapped about production trivia and blink-and-you'll-miss-it details for every other scene so far, was silent. She stared, not at the screen – she knew exactly what was about to happen – but at Ena, who had been captivated by the show. Maybe she, too, was starting to fall under Mia's spell.
"I... quit the Photonic Order," Lala admitted. "But that doesn't mean I want to join you! I still believe in justice, in purity, in— in truth!"
Mia didn't dignify her with a response. Instead, she reached under Lala's skirt, and— oh. "You switched to panties, didn't you, dear?"
(Ena squirmed. She picked one hell of a time to wear the shortest shorts she owned with nothing underneath.)
"That's your fault," countered Lala. "You're changing me. Whenever we fight, every time I win and you just barely get away, I feel you doing something to me."
"Yes, dear, I am doing something to you. Would you like to know what?" Mia snapped her fingers, and at once the chains holding Lala up dropped just enough to put the two of them at eye level. Mia grabbed her chin, forcing Lala to gaze into her eyes. "It's Love."
"Love..." Lala sputtered. "But... but we're both girls!"
Ena couldn't help but choke back a dumbfounded giggle at that line. Mia seemed much less amused. "And there it is. The world you protect – the world of justice – is devoid of the Love we share. That love squirmed in your heart long before you and I first met. It is a world you will never be satisfied with... not until we change it. And we will change it, together.”
“I... I don’t care what you do to me! Do your worst!”
Mia just grinned, circling around her like a shark. “As you wish, dear. Your uniform of justice will be stained a shimmering black, your pure heart turned rampant with desire. And in that darkness, you will thank me for showing you the truth. I will perfect you – as they once perfected me."
Ena gasped as Mia pulled out a transformation gem of her own, stained an eerie black. Mia... was a magical girl? Or did she used to be a magical girl?! What a twist!
Mizuki barely stopped herself from scoffing. It's kinda cliche, but Ena's a normie, so it's better to keep her blissfully ignorant of standard magical girl tropes for now. As the "action" began, Mizuki played with the hem of Ena's shorts. "I'd take those off. You won't need 'em for the next... episode and a half, maybe?"
Ena nodded, sliding them off and letting them slip onto the floor as Lala was lowered into a pit of writhing darkness. All that she could hear was the music, with Mia's voice actress singing in her beautiful alto voice. Mizuki knew that they cut out the rest of the sounds for censorship reasons: somehow, moans and sex sounds didn’t make it past the rating board, even though the visuals slipped through unscathed. But Ena didn’t know that. So she watched, and listened, ever more closely. "Mmmh... Are they actually going to do it...? There's no way they'd... unnh, let something like this on TV... is there?"
Mizuki fought back a moan of her own as she stroked herself slowly under the blanket; she'd taken off her cutesy pyjama pants episodes ago. She felt Ena moving next to her, saw the blush on her face. Ena must be touching herself too. Mizuki couldn't believe how well her dastardly plan was working. She scootched against Ena. "Don't cum until she falls."
"W— what?"
"You heard me. Neither of us gets to cum until she falls to evil. If she does, that is."
Ena, reeling from the implication, just nodded weakly and continued to watch the screen, hand between her legs. Lala moaned wordlessly as Mia followed her into the pit of CG tentacles. Mia kissed her, almost violently, as the tendrils coiled around their arms and legs, up their skirts.
Since there was only music – no dialogue or sound effects – it gave Mizuki an opportunity to draw Ena even further into her world. "Hey, Ena... I was in middle school when I first watched this. Imagine lil' Mizuki watching this, feeling a desire she had no clue how to describe. I imagine my face would have looked a lot like Lala's here, huh?"
Ena could imagine that. Both Lala and the younger Mizuki had eight episodes full of teasing and suggestions to work themselves up to this point – eight episodes of Mia seducing them to the dark side. How could anyone resist? And why was that thought turning Ena on even more? "So you're saying this show one-shot you, and now you're a pervert."
Mizuki just chuckled, as tentacles slipped into the pair of magical girls' mouths. "Now you're a pervert, imagining a middle schooler stroking herself to what's basically softcore porn. This was the show that corrupted me, and now it's your turn."
Ena felt her face heat up. "You really are a Mia."
The sound returned, shutting the two of them back up. Lala was back on "dry land", lying on her back, covered in black fluid. Her precious uniform was torn to shreds, no more than wet rags stuck to her skin. "Wh— why did you stop...? I almost..."
Mia was on all fours above her. "You feel the Dark Goddess's Love now, don't you? You feel her desire in your veins."
Lala's whole body burned. She licked her lips just to taste more of the aphrodisiac slime that had violated her. Her body screamed at her to taste it, to feel it on her skin, to become it. Was this what it felt like for all of Mia's victims? "You... you turned me into a witch. You corrupted me!"
"Not yet, Lala." Mia reached into the air, and something bright pink fell from a portal into her hand.
"Her transformation gem!" Ena's dismay was muffled behind her pillow.
"You know how powerful this trinket of yours is. Just one prayer to your Lord of Light, and you can reverse everything I did to you. Forget just repairing your uniform; you can make yourself forget the pleasures I shared with you, the temptations which eat at you. You can still be the hero of justice and purity the world yearns for you to be. Here, sit up. Hold out your hand."
Mia placed the gem in Lala's palm. A slimy, wet tentacle hovered above. "What do you yearn to be, Lala?"
"Break it," Ena pleaded. "Throw it away. Let her take you. Join the bad guys, please, please, please..."
"I want... I want..." In her heart, Lala knew the truth: she wanted that Love that Mia had promised to her. She wanted be free of the expectations the world had for her. She wanted... She wanted... "I just... want."
A single drop of liquid Love fell onto the gem, turning it from bright pink to a dark purple. Lala keened in ecstasy. Her briliant white gloves lengthened to her elbows, becoming a shiny black. Her skirt shortened, and parted in the middle, exposing a sinister purple pattern tattooed just above a black thong. Every inch of fabric transformed into either shiny latex or some see through material Lala couldn't identify.
"Drown, Lala," Mia cooed. "Drown in your desires, and be reborn! Extoll your praise to the Dark Goddess!"
Lala let out a shuddering breath. "Praise the Dark Goddess...!"
Then the screen cut to black, and the credits rolled. "W— wait, does that count as her being corrupted?!"
Mizuki paused the video and giggled. Ena looked absolutely frantic – but to be fair, she probably looked the same in Ena's eyes. "Are you close?"
"Just... just get over here, okay?!" Ena threw aside the blanket and crawled over to Mizuki. God, Mizuki was pretty. For a girl who always wore such frilly, complicated clothes, she looked amazing half-naked: her bottoms had fallen to the floor beside Ena's own shorts, leaving her in nothing but a skimpy camisole. She licked her lips, seeing her nipples poke through the lacy fabric, and her blatantly hard cock underneath.
(Mizuki, meanwhile, noticed Ena was already very wet. A whole episode of foreplay does that to a girl.)
It wasn't like they'd never kissed before; even though they'd never officially started "dating", and Mizuki couldn't bring herself to say she was "Ena's girlfriend", they'd shared enough kisses to know what the other liked. But Mizuki could tell this kiss was different: Ena was desperate, hungry, and she needed more. She broke the kiss, and pulled her T-shirt off. "You're such a damn tease."
"How am I at fault here~? Ehe, it looks like Ena's been corrupted by Mia's lewdness— oof!"
Ena straddled Mizuki, feeling her warm cock slide between her legs. "That's right. You put this Dark Goddess shit in my head, and now you're going to take responsibility, Mia."
Mizuki wrapped a hand around Ena's hips. God, how was her butt so perfectly shaped? "Do your worst, my dearest Lala~"
Ena shifted back a little, until— finally. Finally, she could feel Mizuki inside her. She wasn't a virgin – long story – so she had some idea of what she was doing, at least. "It— it feels good. I'm going to start moving now, alright?" Mizuki could only nod, as Ena's hips began to move. "How long have you been waiting for this, babe?"
"Years... mmh, years!"
"Right? Teasing me every chance you get, staring at every lewd selfie I post... Jeez, you've been obsessed with me, haven't you?" Ena slid up Mizuki's stomach, feeling underneath her camisole, sending chills up Mizuki's entire body. "Well, I'm the same for you, so~"
Mizuki matched Ena's movements, synchronizing their moans, their breaths. "To think it took an episode of Miramagi to get you worked up enough to finally jump me. I'm so happy it affected you so much..." Somehow, despite them in the middle of having sex, Mizuki still had the ability to yap. This really was the girl Ena decided to fall in love with. But the words themselves were far from disagreeable. "Fuck, imagine that world Lala's going to help the Goddess create. A world where none of us ever have to feel shame. A world bathed in her Love..."
Ena, the artist that she was, couldn't help but envision the most lurid of images. The Dark Goddess's tendrils stretched high into the sky like a forest of flesh and rubber. It was a beautiful world inhabited by monsters of slime, and by witches like them. There, girls and women across the globe were free to fuck shamelessly under the light of the stars above. "Mmh... nnnh... Maybe we should, sneak a reference into our next MV, huh...?"
"You're already thinking of ways to spread that Love, aren't you? You wanna corrupt our audience into perverts like you and me..."
More. More. Ena couldn't get enough – she wanted everything Mizuki could give her. "That's right, I'm your Lala, and you turned me into a witch just like you."
"And now we both belong to the Dark Goddess~" Any other moment, and Mizuki would be laughing her ass off. Ena couldn't ignore how cringy all this had gotten, either. But in that haze of lust, everything felt right. In that moment, Ena was Lala, forcing herself onto her enemy-turned-lover Mia. The Dark Goddess cherished their forbidden love...
"Mia— Mizuki," she corrected herself. "I'm getting close."
"Already, huh?" Mizuki chuckled evily. "Well, no wonder – you were edging yourself non-stop for the whole episode."
"So were you, so how the hell are you still— mmh!" No more words; Mizuki needed to see Ena cum on her dick. So, she grabbed Ena by the hips, and—
Mizuki expected Ena to be a screamer: she was Shinonome Ena, after all. But to her surprise, the sound she made when she came was more of a pathetic whimper, like the mewling of a cat. Cute...
Unable to hold herself up anymore, Ena collapsed onto Mizuki's chest. Her sweat dripped onto Mizuki, but she didn't mind one bit. They stayed like that for a while, with the TV's soft glow as their only light. "So, this means I can officially say you're my girlfriend now, then?" Ena mumbled.
"Well," Mizuki said, turning to the TV. At some point in the chaos, one of them had hit the "play" button, and now it was halfway through Episode Ten. "We still got a few more episodes to go."
Right. Ena sighed into Mizuki's neck. "She'll probably get 'saved', won't she? I doubt they'd just end the show with her on the side of evil, unfortunately."
"Unfortunately," Mizuki repeated. "I'm lucky we don't have directors and producers to force justice and purity onto us, then, right? You're my Lala now, and you're not getting purified any time soon~"
...Damn it, how did Mizuki manage to hit Ena in the weak spot every single time? She envisioned herself engulfed in those same tentacles that corrupted Lala. Before that night, the thought would have horrified her, and now she was getting turned on at the thought. Maybe Mia actually did corrupt her. "Hey... I want more. You didn't get to cum, right? You top this time."
Mizuki smirked – her famed nocturnal stamina and her mastery of the art of edging had paid off. "What's the magic word?"
"Please?" Ena offered, and Mizuki just gestured to the TV. Ena sighed, trying to hide her enthusiasm to avoid the inevitable teasing she'd get from Mizuki later. "...Praise to the Dark Goddess."
And as they made love, the show continued. Lala finally kissed Mia, mutually, greedily. She prostrated before the icon of the Dark Goddess, swearing her soul to her, as a slave to evil and lust forever more, as bells forged from black iron tolled overhead. She changed her title, and even her name: no more would she be called Miracle Magical Girl Lala. As a chalice of black wine was poured over her head, coating her lips and tongue, she would forever be known as...
LaLa, the Witch of Taboo.
Ena was hardly paying attention anymore. The victory of evil over good, Mia's words, Lala's rebirth as a witch... it all blended together into a sweet slurry in Ena's mind as Mizuki pounded her into the couch.
Things... got kind of wild from there. As Kanade and Mafuyu had so dramatically reminded her recently, teenagers doing irresponsible horny things are the most terrifying force in the world. By the time she and Mizuki came to their senses the following noon, Mizuki's whole house was a mess. For some reason, the two of them were wearing Mizuki's cheap plastic merch rings on their fingers when they came to.
(The pattern on these rings looks like the tattoo they put on Lala's belly...)
"So, how did it actually end?" Ena asked as they ate breakfast at around 1:30 PM, after a quick shower. Her whole body still felt sore— but it was a good sore. "I was trying to pay attention, but y'know."
"Well!" Mizuki was clearly prepared to go on a massive lecture about the final three episodes, and she took a deep breath.
"Obviously, they decorrupt her by the very end, which is absolute bullshit, since you saw how she was baptized under the Dark Goddess, when it was established CLEARLY in Episode Four that baptisms can never be broken! But noooo, they couldn't let the bad guy win for once, even though the Photonic Order is totally full of homophobes who never taught Lala what a lesbian is despite them being 99.9999999996% of the magical girl population! But yeah, her old team comes over and they have a super kino fight scene, but then they apologize to her and she returns to the side of good. Mia gets heartbroken by this, right? So she runs away, but then when they fight the Dark Goddess at the end, Mia joins them because she'd rather live in a world of light with Lala than a world of darkness without her, which I guess is a win for LalaMia shippers? But I don't feel like I won, because it feels like the show is bending over backwards to cater to the fucking anti-lewdness puriteens that infest the fanbase for SOME GODDAMN REASON EVEN THOUGH THE ANIME IS SO LEWD, why would you not just stop at Episode Three?!"
Ena, not fully understanding why Mizuki suddenly got so mad, tilted her head to one side. "What's a kino?"
"...Eh, it doesn't matter," Mizuki said, clearly still moping. "People have been arguing about that ending for nine years. I'm sure that studio's going to learn how to let their girls be gay and evil eventually."
All Ena really gathered was that Lala returned to the world of light and justice. Not only that, but she brought Mia along with her. Which was... good, wasn't it? Yeah, the Dark Goddess was evil. She wanted to fill the world with horny tentacles and goop. So the fact she was defeated in the end was a good thing, right?
(And last night, when she and Mizuki fucked like animals until the sun rose the following morning, swearing their allegiance to that same goddess every time they came... fucking not just on Mizuki's bed, but her older sister's bed, her parents' bed... That was just some impromptu roleplay they got way too immersed into. Wasn't it?)
"...Well, at least we got two episodes of evil Lala," said Mizuki as they tidied up her parents' room. It'd probably be bad if they came home to find their bed covered in their daugher's semen. "For a one-cour show, that's pretty good."
"Really?"
"Yeah, she only gets uncorrupted in Episode Eleven, so she spends all of Episode Ten like that! Just living with Mia, working for the cult of the Dark Goddess, spreading evil and lust all over... And she does so with a brighter smile than she wore when she was on the light side."
"That sounds... kind of nice, actually."
(Even Ena's dreams that morning were full of tentacles, blessing every single person she knew and loved, filling their minds with Love as the sun in the midday sky faded to black. What a beautiful, wonderful world...)
"I think it's a lot like what we're doing with Niigo!"
Ena narrowed her eyes. "Isn't it rude to compare Kanade and her music to an evil goddess who spreads slime that makes people want to fuck?"
Mizuki made a psshaw sound. "You heard what 'light' is in that show, right? Truth. Justice. Purity. But the Dark Goddess stands for Love, Freedom, Connection. Which of those sounds more like Kanade to you?"
"...Y'know, I would have answered differently until that stunt she pulled with Mafuyu last week."
"Seeeee, Ena? She's a Dark Goddess in the making. And we can all worship her, and change the world for her..."
Ena blushed. That didn't actually sound too bad. "Just help me with these bedsheets already, Mia."