Naughty Magic - Chapter 17 - Boxed

Olivia

Red scooped me up into her arms in a bridal carry - one that would have had me blushing, if I wasn’t scared shitless of what she was going to do to me. Hopefully nothing that bad, right? I mean, she was a hero, right? Even if she was acting a little weird, and possessive, and kinda terrifying, at the end of the day she was still a magical girl! There’s no way she would actually hurt me, right?

Chrys didn’t respond. She was silent, even as Red boarded her Heart Pad and flew out over the city. As for Red, she mostly just giggled to herself, occasionally muttering something about how she was going to keep me - and everyone else - nice and safe. Safe from what, I didn’t know. One another, maybe? I mean, she was a hero and I was theoretically a baddie, so maybe she was trying to do a good deed, in some sort of twisted way?

Eventually, Red came to a stop, her pad lowering down in front of a warehouse. As far as I could tell, from my unmoving place within her arms, at least.

“Don’t worry,” Red whispered in my ear. “My companions and I fought against the ooze here, not so long ago… The warehouse is basically abandoned. You’ll be safe here. No one will come.” She giggled to herself again, walking into the place, and laying me gently down upon the floor.

Unfortunately, while I was paralyzed, I wasn’t exactly limp. In fact, it was more like I’d been frozen - stiff as a statue… or maybe more like an action figure? Seeing as how I was apparently posable, as I found out when Red began to carefully straighten out my limbs.

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked, once she’d stepped back.

“Do?” she asked, tilting her head, and tucking an errant hair behind her ear. “Nothing you won’t beg me for… I’m not some brute of a villain who steals people’s firsts, you know? Unlike someone I could mention.”

“That’s…” I did blush this time. “S-sorry?”

“Hmph. You took something precious from me, you know? But you promised to take responsibility, didn’t you? To make me yours… and to make you mine.”

“That’s… I mean, I remember the responsibility part, but-”

“Don’t worry,” Red said, smiling sweetly. “I know you only said it in the heat of the moment. That you didn’t mean it. Not yet anyways. But I think we can fix that… I’ve been working on a special spell during the flight over, you see. A very special spell. The first one I’ve ever made all on my own, without any help from Heartly!” She giggled to herself, twirling her cleaver. Last I’d seen it, it had been stuck into the ground but she must have taken it out at some point. Obviously, I guess, since it was connected to the black chain that I had wrapped around me. “Did you know? This is actually a magic wand!”

“Y-yeah, I saw it transform,” I reminded her, trying not to shudder. 

“Hmmm, hmmm! I’m glad,” Red declared. “That means you won’t panic when I press it against your skin, right? I mean, it’s just a wand… not a cleaver.”

I felt something cold and sharp touch my stomach, the tip of it pressing ever so lightly upon my ooze. I wasn’t sure if I could bleed, in this form, but even if I could I didn’t think she was pressing down hard enough to break skin. I was more concerned with where she was pointing that thing. If I was right, then-

“Lust’s Crest,” Red said, sweetly. I felt something push into me, at the same time, burning its way through my insides even as something marked itself on my skin.

“Did you just… give me a freaking womb tattoo?” I demanded.

Red giggled, in response, removing the cleaver so that she could touch me with her own fingers. “The heat should be setting in, soon…”

Don’t worry, Chrys said, her voice ringing through me. You’re ooze, remember?

‘So it won’t work?’ I asked, hopefulness in my voice. ‘Also, where have you been?’

I’ve been keeping an eye on your bond with Red.

‘My what now?’

I guess it’s more like a channel? The thread of lust she’s feeding you? I’ve been trying to widen it into a conduit. And it’s a good thing I’ve been trying, because her spell will work.

‘Wait, what!?’

Relax! If she wants to feed us lust, we just have to feed it right back at her! I think I’ve found a way to make spells rebound on their caster - though it’ll only work for buffs and debuffs and the like, that affect your body directly and linger to boot. Basically, we’re going to feed her her own spell! From there, you’ve basically won - none of her magic will affect you anymore!

‘Wait, wait, wait - you want me to mark Red with a lust spell? Are you out of your mind?’

It’s not like you have to do anything to her! Just let her writhe under the effects of her own spell until it wears off!

‘No. No way. Just… turn it into lust energy, or something!’

She’s not horny enough to absorb her spells. This is the only way you’re getting out of here with your virginity intact!

‘Then… I’ll find another way!’

…Seriously?

‘Seriously!’

You sure? This might be your best bet of escaping…

‘Just… shut up and let me do it!’

‘Alright, guess I’ll stop holding it back. I wasn’t going to be able to help you resist this for long, anyway.

“You know, I’m going to get a little annoyed if you keep ignoring me,” Red said. “You wouldn’t happen to be talking to your crystal, would you? The one you got from poor Pink?”

“That’s… I mean…. I didn’t really - she just got hit by the ooze-”

“Which you control?” Red asked.

“I didn’t at the time! I was just a normal…” Guy? Would she even believe that? Did I want to say it? To let it be known? “...Girl?”

“Uh-huh,” Red replied, flatly. “You shouldn’t lie to me, you know… but you’re cute, so I’ll forgive you.” She giggled, again. “...Wait. Why aren’t you wreathing on the ground in lust right now?”

“Maybe because… uh…” It’s slow acting, is what I was going to say - but then it hit me. Heat. Heat, like nothing I had ever known, burning its way through my core, even as I grit my teeth. I wanted to writhe, but I couldn’t. All I could do was scream, with need, and want, and desire - desire to be touched, played with, anything so long as it took some of this need away.

But Red didn’t touch me. She just giggled. Then the chains resting against my body suddenly tightened, as I was lifted into the air, besides Red.

“Don’t worry,” she cooed. “I won’t touch you. Not even if you beg me to. Not this time… this is just part of the process. Showing you the stick. Maybe it’ll be a carrot for you one day, though? We’ll see….” 

“You’re…” Crazy? No way. She was my hero. But what else could I call her actions?

Before I could decide, my body suddenly began to move, Red walking besides me. 

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’m just putting you out of sight, for a moment. Out of sight, out of mind, out of reach until this wears off… which shouldn’t be too long.” She giggled again, before coming to a stop in front of a small, perfectly square wooden box. 

“I wonder if you’ll fit?” she murmured to herself, before taking the lid off. “Lets find out!”

Suddenly, I was moved to hover over the box, then unceremoniously dropped. It only barely reached up to my mid thighs. There was no way I was going to fit.

Or so I thought, at least, until she began to press me down. Not into a sitting position, either, but simply straight down - like she was pushing her hand down against my head, and expecting my body to fold.

To my surprise, that’s exactly what my body did. My feet began to spread out across the bottom, flattening to make way for my legs, which soon did the same for my thighs. Before long, I’d been crammed entirely into the box. At the same time, I felt the chains moving away from me, as something in my body lightened. I could move. I could stretch. I could escape…

If not for the fact that she closed the lid, a moment later. She must have cast a spell to seal the box, or something, because no matter how hard I pushed it wouldn’t budge, either.

What’s worse, I could still feel the heat inside me. The all consuming, all raging want for human contact. For touch. For pleasure. I would have handled it myself, but the box was so tight I couldn’t even move, let alone take human form or touch myself.

I don’t know how long I was left to stew, like that, but the heat hadn’t even begun to fade when I suddenly felt movement. Someone was picking up the box.

“Hold on,” whispered a familiar voice - Rachel’s voice. “I’m getting you out of here, okay? And then we’re going to have a serious conversation about just who you are.”

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Author's Notes

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Sorry for the shortness of this chapter, but this one actually gave me a little trouble. Not that it was hard to write. I jus... I actually had to think about it for once? I had to consider, carefully, how far I was willing to let Red go. In the end, I decided that while consent might occasionally be a bit iffy in this series, having Red actually take advantage of that situation in particular was a bit much...

Which isn't to say that there's nothing 'naughty' coming up. I mean, what do you think is going to happen when Rachel opens up that box of horny ooze~?

ETA: Uploaded the wrong version of chapter 17. It's mostly the same, though, just with some cut content.