Naughty Magic - Chapter 13 - Violent Violet

Olivia

“You ready for your playdate, or whatever?” Clarissa asked. She’d insisted on coming to the park with me, saying it was payment for shoving her off and ignoring her advice. I’d said yes, if only because the look in her eyes told me I wasn’t allowed to say no.

“It’s not a playdate,” I told her. “It’s a meeting between destined enemies! A face to face that’ll decide the fate of our future together!”

“It’s a bad idea,” Clarissa replied, rolling her eyes. “But whatever. Do what you wanna do. Just don’t try and drag me in as one of your evil generals, or some shit.”

“Look, I explained all of my reasoning last night,” I reminded her.

“You mean Chrys’s reasoning?”

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. “Okay, I explained all of Chrys’s reasoning then. What does it matter? I thought you two were buddies, anyhow.”

“So did I!” Chrys complained.

“Yeah, you’re fun to joke with, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna blindly trust the corrupt crystal living rent free in my best friend’s brain.”

“Hey! I do work! I monitor the conversion of lust into power, and power into intent!”

“Isn’t monitoring just a fancy word for watching?” Clarissa accused.

“That’s… I mean, I’d be doing a lot more in a normal magical girl, but… Olivia’s body converts lust to magic automatically, and her control so far is basically instinctive… I’m still capable of boosting her range, and refining the results a bit, though! Not to mention keeping people from realizing her identity!”

“You can do that?” I asked, skeptically.

“Of course! I might not be able to set up a world-wide cognitive blocker without help, but I can sure confuse the locals! Add in your shapeshifting abilities, and nobody’s figuring out who you are anytime soon!”

“Does nobody include Rachel?” Clarissa asked. “‘Cause she’s sent me three texts today, trying to make sure you’re okay, and saying you won’t reply.”

“How did you get her number?” I asked. Definitely not trying to avoid the question, or anything.

“She gave it to me after you disappeared on us. Speaking of - you couldn’t just take on another form and rejoin us?”

“I didn’t want to risk anyone connecting the dots!” I protested.

“So you left us alone with the guys you humiliated?” Clarissa asked. “Because yeah, I saw that. Had to sneak Rachel out in a hurry after you left the scene.”

“That’s…” I started, then stopped. “...Sorry.”

“Uh-huh. Apology accepted. Now get your ass into gear, dude, because your ‘destined enemy’ or whatever nears.”

She pointed up, as she spoke, towards a flying purple heart flying in the sky above. It was coming closer at a rather fast pace.

“Show’s over,” I muttered, looking around. The stretch of park we’d wandered into was pretty much deserted. Which made sense, seeing as how we were off the path, hanging out among a bunch of trees near the creek. I wanted to make a dramatic entrance from amidst them, while Clarissa snuck off.

Speaking of, I figured it was just about time to get started. I ended the spell on my body, letting my violet skin tone shine through as I blinked away my ‘contact lenses’ and shifted my clothes into something a little… Well, honestly, less comfortable, considering how much it restricted my boobs. My ‘supervillain’ costume was basically just a purple leotard that only just barely covered half my tits, and a cape. The whole thing blended in with my skin, too, making me appear almost naked at a glance. 

Clarissa had deemed it ‘basic bitch bleh’ and already promised to design me something ‘totally awesome’ though. Considering she had a keen interest in fashion (this week) I was willing to put my faith in her. The girl was annoyingly good at just about everything she tried her hand at, after all - except maybe at getting herself laid. Ironic, since that was the only part of her life she maybe worked a little too hard at.

That wasn’t my problem, though. Even if she was trying to get into my pants, lately. We both knew it wouldn’t actually go anywhere - I wasn’t a real girl, after all. And I had bigger problems, anyways.

Specifically a problem by the name of Violet Heart. She was almost overhead, which meant it was time for me to make my dramatic entrance. Namely by walking out of the trees and into a more public part of the park, in a very attention catching outfit and a rather unusual skin tone.

“Violet Heart!” I shouted, projecting my voice as loud as I can. Considering Violet was flying near, it didn’t need to be too loud. Even if it was just enough to attract those on the ground, they might draw Violet’s attention in turn. 

In fact, Violet seemed to take notice almost immediately, coming to a halt on her flying heart and then maneuvering it towards me.

“It is I!” I shouted. “The Violet-”

“Yeah, no,” Violet interrupted. She spoke at a normal volume, but somehow it felt like her voice was coming from right next to my ear. Was she actually using magic to do this?

…Wait, how did I use magic to do this? Could I? How did I even cast spells? Pretty much everything I’d done so far had been done through the ooze, or just shapeshifting.

You’re just noticing this? Chrys questioned.

‘I just didn’t think of it before, alright?’

Well, think now. Your magic’s tied to controlling the ooze. I don’t think it’s even possible to work without it. But there’s always at least a low level of ooze particles in the atmosphere, these days - you can manipulate the air a little to produce sound waves. 

‘You mean you can,’ I corrected her. She must have been doing it all along, to speak with Clarissa. No way I can control them that well!’

You don’t need to! The ooze will follow your commands willingly! Just… think about it real hard with intent, next time!

‘Next time?’

Well, she’s sort of landing right in front of you now, isn’t she?

“Uh, hello?” Violet interrupted. “You lost in thoughts or something?”

“S-sorry,” I stumbled to say, caught off guard by her presence. “I uh… got caught up in talking to my crystal.”

“....Your crystal?” Her lips twisted into a scowl. “You mean pink heart’s crystal, don’t you? What have you done to her?”

“I haven’t done anything!” I protested. “Chrys, tell her I haven’t done anything!”

“You renamed her?!” Violet screamed. “Twisted her to evil? I bet you corrupted her personality, too!”

“N-no, I mean, yeah, she’s corrupted, but-”

“I knew it!” Violet interrupted, pointing her wand at me. “Well, guess what, you stupidly hot villainess? I’m going to stomp your lewd ass into the mud for what you did, then extract Heartemis from your grasp and turn her back into the good crystal I know she is!”

“...Hot?” I asked, my attention caught by the word. Then everything else registered. “Wait, Heartemis?”

It’s what Rachel - excuse me, Pink Heart - used to call me… Honestly, I prefer Chrys. Low bar that that is,...

“Wait, why the hell did I call you hot?” Violet demanded.

“How am I supposed to know that!?”

“I mean, just because you’re stupidly sexy - I mean, your outfit is totally yummy - I mean, I just want to beat your ass until it’s red, alright!?”

“Uh… Is it just me, or did even that last one sound suggestive?”

“Shut up!” Violet screamed, pointing her wand at my chest and stomping her way towards me. “Shut up, shut up, shut up! And stop jamming Heartie! I know you’re the one making his voice all staticy like that!”

Guilty as charged! Though I’d be careful with her while I’m doing it… Her real personality might come out.

‘What do you mean real personality?’ I questioned, backing away from the… super angry, but normally very nice girl with a wand! She was one of my heroes, after all. Not just a crazy girl pointing a weapon at me. Not at all. 

I mean that it’s not just lust the crystals block. Questionable impulses, potentially problematic behavior - they’re constantly censoring their hosts, making sure they remain ‘shining heroes’ for the citizenry. It’s what we’re designed to do. How we were meant to help promote that religion I mentioned - the one back on our home planet. And if little miss anger-issues is what we’re allowed to see… Well, I for one can wait to find out what’s hiding under the surface.

“Guessing this means there’s no chance of us talking things out?” I questioned Violet, deciding to very much not think about the nonsense Chrys was spewing. No way my heroes were all being mentally manipulated into being ‘better people’ or anything… right?

“Fuck you!” Violet cursed, shoving her wand against my chest.

“Then I, The Violet Queen-”

“Shut up!” Violet screamed, jamming her wand between my boobs. “First of all, I’m not calling you that! It’s too confusing for us to both be going by Violet! Choose something else!”

“That’s-”

“And also,” she continued, steamrolling my attempt at contributing to the conversation, “this isn’t a conversation! This isn’t a give and take! This is me telling you how it’s going to be in the last few seconds before I wipe you from existence. This is me getting revenge on what happened to Pink.”

“W-wait! Don’t you at least want to bring me in, or something?” I argued. “Have a civilized conversation? I mean, I’m a living, thinking being!”

“You should have thought about that before you went after Pink!”

“I didn’t do anything to Pink!” I protested.

Violet pulled her wand out from between my tits, only to jam the heart-tipped rod against my chest again. “I already told you to shut up, slut. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Or what? You’ll shoot me through the heart? Newsflash - you already threatened to kill me!”

She narrowed her eyes at me, and then began to speak. “Heart B-”

My clothes surged forward before she could finish, the leotard leaving my body behind entirely, eating through and replacing Violet’s clothes. In a moment, she was dressed just like me - minus the cape, which had converted itself into a pair of tight pants and a cropped halter-top that left the bottom half of my breasts bare. At least it was coverage.

“Wh-what did you-”

I put a hand on Violet’s mouth, muffling her completely. When I removed my hand, her mouth was sealed by goo.

“No talking. You had your turn, Violet Heart. Now it’s my turn. Today, The Violet Queen takes her first victim - today, she grinds you under her heel. But don’t worry. Unlike you, I see no reason to resort to murder. It’s enough that you understand my might! Admit that I have bested you, and I will let you go!”

Instead of a nod of the head, or even a muffled response, Violet lifted her wand to her face and lit it up, the blunt tip of her heart somehow cutting through the ooze like butter. Even stable, it seemed the stuff was weak to magic. 

I could have expended my own magic to reinforced the stuff, mind you, but it wasn’t like I actually wanted to keep her silent. She was the hero, in this scenario! It was only natural for her to eventually turn the tables, and find some way to fight me off. Maybe she’d call her friends for support, or best me in a physical fight when her magic stopped working. I didn’t know. I just knew that when the opportunity came to dramatically turn tail and flee, I’d take it.

“Fuck you,” Violet said, causing me to blink. “Get this stupid outfit off of me!”

“Are you sure you want that?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. “You’d be naked. In front of a crowd…”

I expected Violet’s face to pale. Instead, it turned bright red as she looked around, and recognized the danger. “Y-you wouldn’t,” she stuttered. At the same time, I got some strange feedback from the ooze comprising her outfit. Her nipples had apparently hardened at my words.

“...Don’t tell me you like the idea?” I asked, unable to believe what the goo was saying.

Her face got even redder. “Wh-what? Wh-why would I care what an audience thinks of me, huh? As long as they see me kicking your ass in the end, it’s fine, right?”

“That’s…” No. No way. No way of my heroes was an exhibitionist… right? I mean, Magical Girls were meant to be… I don’t know… I didn’t want to judge her by her kinks, but at the same time the image just… didn’t fit how I wanted to imagine her.

“How about we take this somewhere more private?” I suggested.

I thought you wanted this to be a big thing? Maybe get a news crew?

‘It’s fine. I can just cover us in a shell of goo during the fight - all that matters is what state we’re in when it comes down, right?’

“N-no!” Violet protested before I could get Chrys’s answer. “I mean, uh… That is… I want everyone to see me kicking your butt!”

“...You. Kicking my butt? I think you’re overestimating your position, here…” As I spoke, the outfit Violet wore suddenly tightened, becoming skintight and showing off every single curve of her already largely revealed form. Then, the ooze that comprised it began to squirm. It moved itself, the ‘fabric’ splitting apart, forming tendrils that wound their way up and down Violet’s limbs, before sprouting outwards, forming thick ropes that latched themselves to the ground. In moments, Violet found herself chained in place, her arms and legs spread apart. 

Little was left of the outfit, in terms of actual coverage. A central circle covered Violet’s belly button, with tendrils curling out in all directions, some going towards her arms, others towards her breasts and groin. The violet ooze that covered her nipples and slit was bound so tight to her skin that it might as well have been paint, but it did technically do the job of covering Violet up.

It wasn’t something I’d commanded. It wasn’t even something I’d wanted. I mean, sure, the image of her bound like this had flashed briefly through my mind, but…now that it was reality, I had little choice but to embrace it.

“Now,” I whispered, focusing on the microscopic bits of ooze that flowed through the atmosphere, and ensuring my voice would be heard by her ears, “how about we really get things started?”

“You…” Violet struggled, pulling against the bonds, but it did nothing. The ooze stayed in place. Her wand’s heart began to glow, and I knew she was considering just blasting her restraints.

“Do that , and I’ll remove what little modesty you have left,” I warned her, my gaze sweeping out over the crowd of park onlookers that were loitering a bit aways from our fight. “Unless, that is, you’re finally willing to consent to me covering you?”

“N-no!” she declared. The wand went out, though. “You can’t make me!”

In that moment, she sounded less like a hero, and more like a spoiled brat. I guess that’s what gave me the idea for what I did next.

“I can’t make you?” I questioned, arching an eyebrow at her. “I think I can make you do whatever I damn well please.” My halter top got even smaller, becoming nothing more than a breastband that covered my nipples. My shorts shrank, too, and I made sure to condense some of the ooze from the local atmosphere. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to let me manifest a whip of goo in my hand.

My fingers curled around the handle, and I drew the whip back before lashing out with it. There was some grace to my movements - but no skill. It wasn’t like I had a hidden talent with whip, or anything. I didn’t need skill, though. I just needed to put on a good show, and the ooze would do the rest. At my command, it curved itself in mid air so that the tip of the whip would strike against Violet’s backside, causing her to yelp.

“I think otherwise.”

“Y-you can’t do this to me!” Violet protested. “I-I’m a hero! A big strong hero!”

“And yet you’re oh so weak to me, right now,” I teased her, whipping her behind again. She squealed. “Now say it.”

“N-no!” she repeated, her voice practically a whimper. What’s more, her cheeks were red, her nipples were hard, and her slit was…

“You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” I accused.

“N-no?”

“You…” My fingers tightened about the whip. “You’re meant to be a being of… of purity and righteousness! A hero! You can’t just…”

Be a human? Chrys asked. Have perfectly reasonable kinks?

“I…” I took a deep breath. “One more chance to do this in private. To tell me that I’m stronger.”

“Or what?” Violet demanded. “You’ll kill me?”

“What was it you originally threatened?” I asked. “Before you went all homicidal? To make my ass red? Let’s go with that.” As I said so, the whip began to shrink, condensing itself into a ball before flattening itself out into a paddle.

“I-I’m not afraid of you!”

“You should be.” My paddle hit her ass, centered on the space the whip had touched before. She let out a squeal.

“N-No! Y-you can’t-”

Another slap, harder this time.

“A-ahhh!” she screamed, but somehow it sounded less like pain and more like… bliss.

Another slap helped fix that, though I couldn’t help but think I heard a trace of joy in her voice still.

Another slap followed, and another, until at last…

“S-stop!” she whimpered. “Stop!”

“Then admit it!” Another slap.

“I-I admit it!”

“Admit what?” I demanded, hardening my heart. I wasn’t enjoying this. I wasn’t. No way. It was just work… Is what I wanted to tell myself, but I could feel a heat in my gut threatening to burst out in response to my denials. I couldn’t hide from my own urges. Heaven help me, I was… getting turned on…

“I admit that you’re stronger than me…”

Maybe it was best I hurried this up, for both our sakes. Still, there was something I wanted to hear from her.

“Who’s stronger than you?”

“....M-Mistress is…”

“Th-that’s right,” I stuttered out. That… I was expecting her to call me the Violet Queen! Not… Even if it did feel sort of good to be called…

“J-just remember that next time me meet!” Saying so, I spun on my heel and turned away from her, walking back into the trees. 

What happened to letting her win?

“Shut up!’  With a snap of my finger, the goo began to flow off the girl, and back towards me.

It was only when I heard another scream that I realized I’d just left Violet naked in the middle of the park.

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Author's Notes

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I wasn’t sure I was going to finish this tonight… Glad I did, since it means I can (hopefully) work on Demon Queened tomorrow.

Speaking of tomorrow – my ADHD meds have finally been approved! Hopefully I’ll be able to pick them up tomorrow, and (with any luck) it’ll help both my depression and productivity…

With all that said? I hope you enjoy the chapter! It’s the closest we’ve come to sex, yet, but I promise we’ll get closer yet if you give it time~!