Magical Girl Fight Club 7: Villainy (Patreon)

Ended up a bit more self-reflection heavy in this one, even if it's basically all the same things as the previous stories. Miyuki just has to come to terms with what her life and the world's become in the post-magical girl setting. I had a kind of fighting brutality in mind since the start and just sort of underlined things about it in this one. 

Miyuki and Umi sat in their booth, drinking juice and picking at their ramen. Rei Cannon Noodles was a franchise built on magical girl otakus, theming their foods after various heroines and themes. Magic Miyuki was never famous enough to get the brand deals or even a dish named after her, but she had agreed to go with her skinny blonde friend to the restaurant she was always itching to visit. Umi insisted they could eat for free if Miyuki did a transformation at the seating area, but the plain heroine assured her that she’d just cover the tab to make up for it. The Magical Girl Fight Club paid her more than enough to get some extra ramen.

Umi was obsessively watching the big screen tv. Rather than the news or the big soccer game like other places might be showing, they had a constant stream of magical girl footage playing. Anything from news footage of famous battles to interviews and commercials, but mostly they played the epic battles of the combat league. The blond fangirl watched wide-eyed as she slurped up her noodles, as if she hadn’t likely seen everything they were showing on her phone already.

At the moment, a familiar face was swinging wildly around the arena. She knew the purple-haired tomboy with huge, gold and pink metallic gloves personally as Ghost Puncher Pretty Gauntlet Himiko. They’d gone back to back in a team match recently. A bit brash but good people in the end. She was currently up against Murimuri Mana, a short-skirted girl with big puffy hair that was teleporting wildly around the flailing fists.

“That’s the trick with the teleporters,” Umi explained when she gulped down her last bite.

“They seem random when they do that but there’s a pattern. Usually with their line of sight, so you can figure out where they’re headed.”

“I see. I usually just have an area blast ability or two that scares them off back when I was fighting pollution monsters,” Miyuki said nonchalantly.

Himiko paused in mid-swing on the tv and reached behind her, palming Mumimuri’s face as soon as she reappeared.

“I knew I could smell ya comin’!” the rowdy tomboy laughed, lifting her off her feet. The more mystical magical girl’s eyes went wide as the winded brawler reared her back.

“Or she could do that. Whatever that means,” Umi shrugged.

Himiko was about to smash her head back down when her caster opponent teleported again. This time it warped them both up into the air, but the brawling heroine still didn’t stop. It just gave her more distance and momentum behind her move. She poured on the pressure and came crashing down like a comet, spiking Mumimuri head-first and neck-deep into the arena’s stone floor. Her legs drooped as her skirt flipped up, exposing her panties and ass to the crowd as she went out cold.

“Good for her,” Miyuki noted once she swallowed her noodles.

“I can’t believe you got to meet her! I read all about her stuff with the ghosts in the old days, but she’s like you. She wasn’t one of those glory hogs with the tell-all books and stuff.”

“Okay, just shush already,” Miyuki added more quietly.

“We agreed we’d keep it quiet on the secret identity thing. I don’t want to complicate this stuff any more than it is…”

“Don’t worry,” a deeper woman’s voice interrupted.

Their server slid a plate of rice crackers and fried sweet potatoes onto their table. They looked up to see her, a mature woman with an hourglass figure that looked somewhere in her early thirties. She had long, full hair somewhere between red and violet, and fair skin with some heavy makeup around her eyes. She wore the standard uniform of Rei Cannon; a tight, buttoned up blouse and snug black slacks.

“Most of the customers don’t pay attention to the other tables with all the paraphernalia on the walls and the tv going. If anyone was going to notice you…”

The server blinked strangely, fluttering her eyes rapidly until a third one opened up on her forehead. Her soft blue eyes turned a distinct shade of red.

“We’d already have.”

Miyuki felt a chill run up her spine, but Umi gasped.

“Oh my gosh! You’re Bloodwitch Del Fiend! You fought Classical Lilietto AND Cosplay Kumi in their crossover adventure! What are you-?!”

The woman’s eyes switched back to normal as she gestured frantically.

“Shh! My boss doesn’t know about that part of my life! I was just treating you to the side dish to say hi!”

Del hastily fixed her hair and straightened up as one of her coworkers passed by.

“I guess I’m just better at intimidating than I am being generous. I’ve just got a sense for these kinds of auras. Comes with being a bloodwitch. I’m just saying hey to a fellow club member.”

Miyuki hadn’t fully reacted to the news. She’d heard the name in passing just from knowing other magical girls but had never met her, whether in the club or on the battlefield. It felt surreal meeting someone from the fight club outside the arena. Her ability to snap back into her combat instincts and that buried battlelust twitched but didn’t fully respond. It created a bittersweet feeling; that she didn’t find the urge to fight her well up was assuring, but she was surprised to find her old battle instincts didn’t pick up on someone this infamous sneaking up on her.

“It’s weird, huh?”

Miyuki blinked out of her daze as Del Fiend interrupted her train of thought.

“Meeting somebody from the inside on the outside. You wouldn’t believe what it was like going from commanding implings to having to learn what ‘paying rent’ was.”

She blew a bit of hair from her face as she leaned on the table. “Speaking of which, I’m feeling sick of overtime and I’m not keen to keep waiting on the league to call me back. What do you say we request a match of our own? See if old Lily will throw us a bone with you being the newest hot thing going around.”

Her tone didn’t carry any desperation, but a saleswoman’s charm. Eager for the opportunity without malice behind her. Miyuki had been threatened and bluffed before by various creatures but the positively sporting nature of the offer, equal parts favor and request, felt genuine and too appealing to refuse.

“That sounds great,” she agreed, picking up one of the sweet potatoes. “Just have them let me know if you need me to sign off on anything.”

Del Fiend smiled and nodded, rushing off to her break to sort things out already. Miyuki went on with her meal, a part of her knowing that the favors and cooperation were all being backed by her lingering lust for battle.

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The club had no problems at all hosting the match, slotting them in on a cancelation within the next couple days. Apparently C.C. Clash was apparently cramming for her college exams, which told Miyuki that she was both naturally good at school and that the league took a higher priority than her grades. She did her usual sign-in and soon the pink and gold magical girl with her trailing twintails in turtle-shaped hair clips. The rookie upstart was met with the usual burst of cheers from beyond the rune-lined barriers.

It was a little jarring to see Bloodwitch Del Fiend back in her original gear instead of a waitress uniform. Her costume was a series of black, spike-studded belts, crisscrossing all over her body above a thin pair of bikini briefs. Her large breasts swelled in a constant effort to break through the belts, something Miyuki filed away as a possible exploit for later. Her third eye was out and open, rolling madly and staring at either nothing or things that Miyuki couldn’t see.

She didn’t know a lot about what Del Fiend was capable of, but she had seen enough footage from the fights and old news clips. Mild shapeshifting that seemed to specialize in sprouting tentacles, something that Miyuki was quite familiar with from her days fighting pollution monsters. Fight enough things made of sludge and you learned to watch out for those.

“ALRIIIIGHT you dirty fansimps and pain lovers! Let the lasers fly!” the mouthy mascot Pando announced from his elevated booth.

The buzzer blared and Miyuki was moving an instant later. She was finding it easier and easier to snap into her combat mode, overcoming most of her modesty and shyness quickly in the club. All three of Fiend’s eyes flashed after her and she lashed out with a hand. It quickly mutated into a long, bright pink tentacle that grasped at the strafing magical girl.

Miyuki had been counting on it. She wanted to see her powers and their speed in action before she took action. She leapt high and back, catching her boots on the barrier behind her and kicking off. It gave her a burst of speed to let the stretching limb crash into the wall instead of her torso. Miyuki whirled in midair and threw a flying kick at Del Fiend’s face.

The former villainess surprised her when her hair molded together, stretching out as a pair of scarlet tentacles that blocked the incoming kick. Miyuki was left balancing on them as their tips curled around her feet, gripping her to hold her in place.

“Too predictable, little fly,” Del Fiend scoffed, flashing a fanged smirk.

She barely got a solid grip on Miyuki when her hair clips opened up, creating a glowing energy orb in each’s open shell. The three eyes widened in shock.

“Golden Tortire Artillery Shell!” she cried out as the twin energy beams blasted Fiend point blank.

The streaks of golden light made her immediately break her grip and go skidding back along the arena floor. The fans cheered as Miyuki spun in midair, kicking off one of the recoiling tentacles to right herself and land back on her feet. The villainess used her hair tendrils to push herself back up, glaring at Miyuki. One of her arms went into another limp and thick tentacle, just to tighten up and thin into a bladed tip.

Miyuki paused to take a steadying breath. She knew that at the end of the day, she had some superhuman traits and her laser blasts. Not as flexible as Fiend when it came to her powers themselves, but she had been at this long enough to make the most of her abilities. She could see the match mostly come down to Fiend’s flexibility against her own creativity.

The bladed limb lashed out at her, making a surprising pivot on its way in. Miyuki twisted away from the worst of it, but it still sliced through the front of her top. Her breasts bounced out into view, even more than Fiend’s barely covered bust. She might have blushed over it earlier in her career but she ducked around it, already expecting the follow up from her other limb. The tentacle went for Miyuki’s legs but she hopped up and landed on it, running along the thick appendage like it was simply a narrow path of rubbery flesh. Fiend gave it a few twists and flourishes but she hopped and rolled about as she needed, staying atop it with ease. Running along walls and leaping across rooftops were some of the earlier skills that Shaman Rider had taught her as a magical girl.

The Bloodwitch scowled and lashed out with her tentacles together in one wild flurry of action. Miyuki guarded her head but one struck across her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. She huffed as the other limbs encircled her, catching hold of her arms and holding her hanging in midair. Miyuki managed to glare at the villainess before another of her tentacled arms pushed up on her chin. It tilted her head up, diverting the aim of her hairclips in case she tried the same trick again. Miyuki just focused on keeping her breathing steady for the moment.

“You’re slippier than the ones I remember,” Fiend panted, but she broke into another fanged smile.

Her free tentacles lashed out and tore away Miyuki’s skirt and top, leaving her torn down to just her panties. The former heroine blushed as the limbs started to writhe and rub around between her legs and over her perky tits.

“Sorry, but those things do that on their own. Still have no idea why,” Fiend giggled mockingly.

“Best to let them do their thing and then OOF!”

With her extra appendages busy, Miyuki took the opportunity to slam a double kick into her chest. The Bloodwitch’s breasts were bouncy, judging by their reaction, but definitely not as elastic and rubbery as her tentacles. They bobbed right out of her belts as she recoiled. Her grip loosened as she dropped the brunette, allowing Miyuki to shake her arms free and summon a shining bracelet of energy around her wrists. A large beak-like hook a foot long apiece appeared around each of her arms as it expanded.

“Snapping Turtle Trap!” she announced as she brought them crashing together in front of her.

The energy clamps pinched together around Del Fiend’s exposed tit. She shrieked in startled agony before Miyuki threw a booted kick straight up between her legs, winding her and making her drop to her knees. She struggled to push and pull the Turtle Trap off her tits while Miyuki went in a whirling roundhouse kick. It connected right as she removed the clamps, sending her flying back and crashing into the runed walls in a dusty cloud.

Miyuki’s heart was racing and her body wanted to rest, but she refused to let up that easily. Any old kick wouldn’t finish off an opponent this tough, so she unleashed a quick barrage of energy blasts from her hair clips. They barely started to pepper where Fiend had landed before another tentacle lashed out, wrapping around Miyuki’s neck as it burst out of the smoky cover.

“I’ve had it with your pretty names for your cheap shots!” the monstrous woman snarled.

Bloodwitch gave a few jerks of her tentacle, slamming Miyuki into the floor and nearby wall with a few mind-rattling blows. Miyuki’s body went briefly limp in Fiend’s grip as she lifted her off the ground again, striding warily closer.

“”Let’s not take any chances on you this time… Bloody Invasion!”

The tip of Del Fiend’s other tentacle split into four thinner ones. Miyuki’s mouth was already open and gasping, so the first had no problem shooting inside and down her throat. She let out a wet, choking gasp as the other tendrils wrapped around her chest. One went down her panties, making her feel like they were all over her skin. What was worse she felt like it was digging unusually deep inside her, into places she didn’t know were there to begin with.

It probably would have kept on going but she wasn’t about to risk it. Miyuki bit down as hard as she could on the gooey limb, which yielded to her teeth but didn’t break. It was still enough to make Del Fiend scream at the top of her lungs and retract her tentacles in shock.

“OWW! You crazy little animal!” Del Fiend hissed aggressively.

Miyuki didn’t even land on the ground before she went into a wild spin, rolling her turtleshell bracelet over her fist. It glowed with her trademark energy

“Shellshock Turt-!”

Her fist was still on the way when Del Fiend stretched out in a way she hadn’t expected. Her breasts expanded and thrust out from her chest, catching some of the studded belts along the way. Miyuki let out a startled gag as the stretching tits thrust the short but surprisingly sharp spikes into her stomach. Her eyes went wide, feeling an uncomfortable heat and a wetness building in her middle as blood started to stain her costume. She found herself in shock as Del Fiend gave her a serious glare despite the ridiculous size of her tits.

“Stay down, hero. You’re going to-”

“TURTLE PUNCH!!”

Miyuki lashed out mindlessly, her energy fist smashing in an uppercut to Del Fiend’s jaw. The redheaded monstergirl flew up and away, tearing the studs out of her as she crashed back to the ground with a heavy, limp thud. Fiend sluggishly started to drag herself up, trying to shake away the cobwebs as Miyuki caught her breath.

“We are just not going to let each other finish our sentences today, are we?” Fiend grunted, but her words sounded tired and distant.

“Not talking to a villain like you…” Miyuki panted, a fierce look in her eye.

It took Miyuki a moment to realize her vision was blurring as well as her hearing. Her head spun before she felt her legs give out, or rather than they went numb and she blacked bleeding out on the arena floor.

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Miyuki came back to her senses before she reached the healer’s office. She was weakly clutching at a thick arm holding her up. Several more were wrapped around her, particularly her stomach wound. It still stung, but in a troublingly distant way. It took her a moment to realize that Del Fiend was the one carrying her out of the arena.

“-fasted way to… chambers. …fine if…” her words came, blurring in and out with Miyuki’s consciousness.

“H-huh?” she mumbled.

Fiend turned around, looking at her with a slightly impressed expression.

“You’re up, huh? Surprised after how you went down.”

Her tentacles shifted, stretching out to put Miyuki on one of the familiar healing beds in front of the magical sisters that had patched her up many times over.

“Th… thanks,” Miyuki managed to mutter, struggling to focus her eyes on Fiend. “But why?”

Del Fiend gave an unsatisfying shrug. “Didn’t need a reason. Thanks for the match.”

The monstrous woman left Miyuki to drift in and out of consciousness as the healers got to work. She’d be fine in no time, but the match had left her with a lot to think about. The heroes now playing pit fighters and the villains they hadn’t destroyed were now working day jobs and being good sports in the club. The kind of person her dad would say he’d want to have a beer with rather than compete in a battle to the near-death. She was left taking another long look at herself in the proverbial mirror, and she had to admit there were no real villains left. She had done more bloodsport than she had heroics. It was strangely safer and more profitable than dogooder work. When all was said and done, the spotless heroine who had literally fought pollution settled on her new life. If she wanted to keep scratching that itch for battle, there was no more good and evil. Just the thrill of her fights.