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    Beating Them At Their Own Game (Tassadar)

    Episode 1 Transcript 1. A trip downtown and some graffiti.
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    Episode 1 Transcript 2: Becoming Magical, and a challenger approaches
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      Episode 1 Transcript 3: Battles and Soul Sucking
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        Episode 2 Transcript 1 Shopping + Another battle with the Wolfman brother.
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          Episode 2 Transcript 2. Helen plays around, and suffers some negative effects.
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          Fluffy would look at her as she was leaving. "That is recommended, unfortunately it has been found that trying to relieve the arousal by oneself fails every time when it comes to Youma's magic."
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            Helen leaned back and sighed after flipping the water on, letting it warm up while she, still in her magical form, stood by. She glanced at the mirror as she waited and gasped, seeing herself for the first time in her transformed state. "Holy shit!" she said, "I'm fuckin hot!" She had seen herself from the side at first, but then half turned away and looked over her shoulder, examining the curve of her rear and then running a hand up starting at her thigh and ending at her lower back, tracing the defined shape before reaching down to squeeze the soft flesh.

            Giving a pleased coo, she turned back to face herself, letting her eyes drift from her face - which was pale as if it had been painted even though she couldn't feel any makeup on - and down over her breasts, which she traced with another hand until she met sticky wetness and her eyes widened. "Oh wow... It's still... Gooey"

            Her top in her transformed state left her stomach mostly bare, and much of the youma's seed had landed there when she had had her fun with the beaten creature. Despite the long journey back to campus through the air, however, not only had the thick semen clung to her skin despite her journey, it hadn't dried out like normal cum would. It still hung there, as if it had been freshly squeezed from its source, warm and oozing and corruptive. Her hand journeyed over the curve of one her breasts, prompting an extended shudder as each digit passed one by one over the wrinkled, hardened tip, down her taut stomach and into the mass of interlocked ropes of cum.

            It came back up with the wolfish youma's semen clinging to every digit, and as she opened her fingers the ropes stretched between them and began to bow with the force of gravity. She watched it almost like she was hypnotized as it seemed to follow the rules she had grown accustomed to under the laws of physics, but without having dried or lost its consistency despite a good amount of time having passed since it was deposited on her. Arousal still flooded her belly, and her mind whirred with possibilities as she watched the thickest rope bow downwards, much of its mass coalescing and form a drop that drew ever downwards. She didn't realize that she had stuck out her tongue until that thick droplet was less than an inch from it, and a moment later it separated from the rest and the rope broke.

            She groaned as that intoxicating flavor hit her like the bus she'd missed as the youma cum dropped onto her tongue, her eyes fluttering and closing. The hunger to clean up every last drop returned in full force, and this time Helen offered no resistance to it as she brought her fingers in and messily cleaned them, one by one. Only when the taste of the corrupting ooze was totally gone would she open her multicolored eyes again, but only so that she could spot where more of the cum was gathered in the mirror to bring her hand down to gather as much as possible of what was left. By the time she was finished cleaning herself the mirror has misted over with steam, and Helen was so unreasonably horny that she could barely think.

            She was still licking her fingers, seeking out every last race of youma cum as she climbed into the shower. Water soon washed away the smeared remains, but the corruptive goo was already inside of her, and as it settled into her belly Helen waded into the stream of hot water and promptly bent over against the wall. Still sucking on the fingers that had cleaned her, the magical girl's other hand darted to her pussy and slid between her drooling petals. Pleasure exploded through her, and her eyes snapped closed as she let out a groan through her fingers as, in her mind, she left the shower and was back out in the city streets. As she thrust two digits forcefully into her folds, in her mind she was bent over against the wall, and despite its inhuman visage she found herself imagining the youma she had bested coming up behind her... Rough hands gripping her waist... Canine cock brushing against her needy petals.

            She groaned loudly as the imaginary cock slammed into her, her whole body shuddering as her fingers started grinding her sweet spot while the imaginary youma began pounding into her, unleashing all its desire to mate, to breed upon her burning frame. It didn't even take her a full minute of her fantasy before her fingers were driving Helen to orgasm, but even the pounding waves of intense pleasure did nothing to satisfy the urge that the youma cum had ignited inside her. Her fingers only moved with greater speed following her first peak, quickly driving her to a second, and then a third, and finally a fourth as she imagined the youma finally giving one last plunge into her, knot stretching her depths as lava-hot cum poured into her depths. She had always been careful to use protection despite being on birth control back in high school, and had only ever felt someone cum inside of her once before, but her imagination recreated the experience in vivid detail and amplified it for the youma's greater quantity as she jilled herself through one last climax only to find her burning need completely unsated.

            Letting out a frustrated huff, Helen turned off the water after one last rinse and climbed out of the shower. She barely took the time to towel herself off, not noticing that the "makeup" on her face wasn't even smeared, and went out into her main room. She glanced back, spotted her dirtied clothes, and with a wave caused them to vanish. She didn't need them. "I'm going to go get fucked!" Helen declared to Fluffy, taking the seed and consuming its power if it was ready for her but otherwise going off to find someone to hammer the need out of her. She didn't have any condoms on her, but it shouldn't be so hard to find some, right? And as for where she would go... Well, walking around naked in public offered its own thrill, and there was supposed to be a soccer game tonight that could be getting out soon. It was every boy's dream to be in a girls locker room without being seen, right? Maybe she could pick out a good "prospect" in the boys locker room... If not on the way there.

            (Next session can start there.)
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