Nacht Base.

  A terrifying fortress in the space between worlds, with forbidderies that viote the ws of physics as humans uand them. A massive structure uernal moonlight, the final challenge for the nation’s magical girls to overe.

  Ae all that, all you think is…

  What a shithole.

  There are absolutely no creature forts. The few lightbulbs around are strung up with highly exposed wiring. There’s o sit, nowhere fortable at any rate. There’s not even a bar! What kind of vilinous ir doesn’t at least have a bar in it?

  Holy. Your office break room has more amehan this, and all it has is a K*urig mae that’s broken half the time, a fridge full of fotten and expired lunches, and for reasons no one uand, a full set of feng equipment. (You don’t even know how to fence!)

  “… we not install some vending maes?” you say to the dubious mascot h nearby. “Maybe some wifi? A pani? A gym? Nap pods? Padding for the benches, at least? Kaijin b? Bonsai? A full-size Japanese dry garden? A full set of feng equipment?”

  “We don’t have the budget for that,” says Venalita.

  “Do…do you not make money? front panies? No dodgy MLM schemes run by kaijin? No crypto scams? Not even some light insurance fraud?”

  “Why would we do that?”

  “…”

  This is already going great.

  And here you thought there might be some…small perks to this. Who would ever work for an evil anization if they weren’t getting something out of it, right? To think, they couldn’t even pay you, let aloena…

  well, you’re stuck here now. And you ’t have Uteurn to the role of Magia Baiser. Really, it’s deeply irresponsible to be f this on middle schoolers to begin with, but at least the Tres Magia get paid!

  Okay. Don’t panic. You’ve got a few paid vacation days saved up. You were hoping to take a holiday to a nisen or something, but obviously that’s not going to happen now. It’s not much, but maybe it’s enough to…um, fix this anization? Have it make money? Redeem it? You’re not really sure what your pn is, but you’ll think of something.

  You said it, right? You would always be on Utena’s side. If she really was forced to be a vilin, then you’ll save her from that fate. Even if it means being the devil herself!

  “It sounds like we’re going to need quite a lot of ges around here,” you decre, hands on hips. “Even with magi anization of evil ’t simply run on fumes! You need resources! Employee perks! Cold, hard cash!”

  “I see…” Venalita doesn’t really seem to care mue way or the h. You’ll vince her eventually, probably.

  (An adult woman is a lot harder to handle, Venalita thinks. But if she’s powerful enough, if her feelings are like Utena’s, it won’t matter…)

  You walk up to one of the few distinct objects in the space, a rge mirrored wall. The bags in your eyes are especially obvious; despite all your boss’ spirited attempts at makeup routines and spa treatments, you really ’t seem to make them go away. (How they? Your job is to stare at a puter all day…) Your skin is all dried out, probably because your diet isn’t great and you run on coffees too much. It’s a miracle you get enough time to attend to Utena’s needs at all. Some days you wonder if it’ll all be worth it, if you’ll stop w yourself to death. Really, if it weren’t for your precious boss, who always does her best to try to make things better no matter how much upper ma tries to make things worse, who is always willing to show you the same leniency you do your best to show Utena, you’d probably have ended up a freeter by now…

  Sigh. If only you were still married. That was the height of your life. The day you learned you would start a family together was the happiest day of your life. How dearly Utena reminds you of your beloved, whom you once dedicated everything to.

  (The past is in the past. It isn’t meant to st.)

  But really. If even Utena be a magical girl, of a sort…why not you?

  “I don’t knoell this will work, you know,” says Venalita, floating toward you with a golden star like the oena and her friends used to transform. “I’ve ried giving one of these to a Christmas cake before!”

  “You know I was married, right?” You scowl at the ever-smiling mascot. “I’m just…in a dry patch.”

  “Yeah whatever. Anyway, all you o do is hold this and yell, ‘Trans-Magia’! Then, assuming you aren’t too old –” twitch “– you’ll transform, just like your daughter!”

  “You should be gd you’re so resilient,” you say, snatg the star from Venalita’s paws(?). It’s made of gold, or something simir, but it just seems like a lump of nothing. Is this really a transformation item? Aren’t those supposed to be ugly, pstic tacky things that they sell to kids en-masse? Filled with micropstid substahat require warning bels iate of California? An utter waste of the precious ph and an affront to true beauty? This is at least pretty by parison, you suppose…

  Well. Moment of truth.

  For Utena’s sake, you’ll bee an enemy of humanity.

  “…Trans-Magia!”

  (Yes, for Utena’s sake –)

  Power explodes from your skull, your ponytail unraveling as you moan in pain(?), feeling your very being reshaped by the a magic you once dreamed of, when you were so very young.

  Golden hrow from your temples as your bck hair billows down backwards, curling upwards and pointing high, marked with bck stars.

  That hair lengthens, and its ends turn to tentacles, then to sparking cables with bck rubber insution.

  Your back arches, your posture raises, emphasizing your modest breasts as bck pasties form, just like those your daughter wears as Magia Baiser.

  Everything below your neck but your breasts is covered in a sheer bodysleeve, a translut darkness against your pale skin, which itself is covered by shiny bck high-tech evening gloves and thigh-high heeled boots, more cable tentacles growing and slithering around your body, one even serving as a succubus tail ending in a sparking loose end.

  Stars form in yolden eyes, ah them, just like on your daughter’s face, teeth growing ever so sharp.

  A corset is tied tight around your slightly pudgy belly, pushing it down and emphasizing your hips and bust, and wicked bck wings grow from your back, feathered like those of a raven, golden cws f on your fiips…

  and all at o’s over.

  Right there, in the mirror, you’ve been transformed.

  …Hiiragi Utena is so young, so shy, so unsure of herself – much like you were, at her age – that she surely couldn’t notice the way her entire bearing and being shifts wheransforms. Barely even aware of her own sexuality before Venalita’s interference, let alone how she’s seen by others.

  But you know. You, a mature woman who’s had a child, whose happy marriage and miracle romanly ended by an act of God, are fully aware of the way you look.

  Fully, fully aware.

  Is that…me? you think. You haven’t dressed even half this sexy since college, especially not sihe act. A, here, like this, you’re even more lewd than ‘Magia Baiser’ was…

  It’s been so long since you’ve seen yourself this way, you’re not even sure how to react.

  You’re too old to be a magical girl, really. Venalita is making that very clear. But, there is a role in the world of magical girls who you are not only not too old to be, but in fact, exactly the right age to be –

  “Eeh? Where’s Utena? I told her on L*hat we were gon up here! Who’s this old hag?”

  twitch

  Any attempts at self-refle are interrupted by the presence of the girl who has been…s with your daughter and enabling her noal excursions, Araga Kiwi, apanied by Korisu as before, both transformed.

  “This is Utena’s mother!” Venalita decres, as you look at Kiwi and Korisu behind you in the mirror. “She’s decided to join Enormita in pagia Baiser!”

  “Whaaaaaat?!” Kiwi waves her arms in disbelief. “Whose idea was that? Where’s Utena? Where’s Utenaaaaaaaa?” Her sloppy movements make it abundantly clear just how lewd her outfit is, and how exposed she is. “You shouldn’t be pying at this! I’m the cutest girl in the world! Utena said so! Give me back Utenaaaaaaaaaaa!”

  twitchtwitch

  “Now look here,” you growl as you turn around, crossing your arms underh your chest. “You have been enabling my daughter’s…ridiculous excursions as Magia Baiser!”

  “Uh huh. Yeah, she’s the one who stuck me in a giant light bulb arocuted me nearly to death, thank you very much,” says Kiwi, as Korisu nods in agreement.

  “…so why do you follow her so fanatically?” This is making even less sense!

  “I’unno, maybe she fried my brain so hard it brainwashed me? I didn’t think about it that hard. Thinking is for pussies.” Korisu nods again, though she seems to stop by that st sentence.

  “And what would your parents think of all this, anyway?!”

  “I’unno, fuck 'em.” At that, though, Korisu makes the most disgusted face you’ve ever seen…

  Oh my god this is ridiculous.

  What kind of evil anization is this? It’s like they have absolutely no goals or motivations at all! Why would Venalita recruit three random girls with no particur dreams or talents?

  “And you don’t care that you’re not getting paid?”

  “Well, I used to care about my Instagr*m followers, but then Utena showed me I could be the cutest girl in the world…”

  Huh. Utena must be really serious about this girl if she went that far. Brainwashirocution and cult-like fanaticism? Maybe your daughter put more effort into this than you thought.

  “But still, old hag, you ’t just walk in here and act like you own the pce! Especially if you’re like, grounding Utena from being a magical girl or whatever! Now I’ll never get t her to a love hotel!”

  “…drag her to a what.”

  You bare your fangs and lean right over Kiwi, or rather Leoparde, showing all the intimidation you muster with your transformed instincts.

  “…heh. You don’t scare me at all. Adults are alushing us kids around!” As Leoparde starts to rant, Korisu backs away slowly, as if to distance herself from her argument. “Why, my parents said I shouldn’t be posting pictures of myself on Instagr*m, but how else would people know I’m the cutest girl in the world then?! Even if I have to show them my panties!”

  “Do you really have no shame? Are y to get attention from suspicious people? Why did you even join Enormita, anyway?!”

  “Because the magical girls had more Instagr*m followers than me.”

  …

  “…I’ve made a huge mistake.”

  Before you turn around and walk away from the farce that is Enormita, Leoparde raises her hands, with dozens of firearms f all around her. “You sure have.”

  Well, if you had no pns of testing your powers before, you do now.

  As Leoparde starts to fire off her guns, you try an old trick you remember from an old magical girl anime. Using your cable tentacles, you lift yourself from the ground, and jump, your wings bringing you high into the air!

  “That’s fine! I’ve got plenty more where that came from! Try my Fkpanzer on!” Leoparde handles some replica of old anti-aircraft artillery, firing airburst rounds into the sky!

  “That’s pletely redundant! That’s like saying ‘Anti-Aircraft on Tank on’!” Experimenting with your new body, you yourself in your wings and form a shield to protect yourself from the bsts!

  “Why are you old hags always such fug pedants?!” Leopade tinues firing, her bare thighs and panties rubbing right against the barrel of her gun. “You’re absolutely no fun at all! Even your porn is pletely fug vanil!”

  “And why were you looking at it, anyway?!” you yell, reag downward with your hair-cables to grab the fk on and lift it up into the sky, hefting it up and tossing it far into the depths of Nacht Base!

  “Because I wao fuck your daughter! Do you not get that, old hag?! I’ve been w for weeks to try to get Utena in bed! I wao do everything she’s doing to the magical girls to me!” The fk on having failed, Leoparde pulls out a pair of giant Panzerschrecks and fires off dozens of bazooka rounds! As if that’d stop you…

  “Of course I’d never approve of her dating someone like you!” you say, using your tentacles as whips to effortlessly deflect the explosives! “You’re the embodiment of everything that’s wrong with attention-hungry zoomers addicted to social media! And also, you’re clearly far too horny!”

  “Well, nobody’s perfect, old hag!” Leoparde acts pletely unfazed; she’s got more than enough bullets and bombs to take on ahat es after her! “And I’m nowhere near as horny as your precious daughter! Bring it on!”

  Inwardly, however…

  Crap on a stick, she’s way to for me! Kiwi thinks. She’s not like Utena. She’s not holding back at all…she could seriously hurt me if she’s not careful! How is she this strong when she’s only just transformed?!

  As for Korisu, she just sits there beside Venalita watg, head shiftiweewo of you. It seems like she really ’t decide…

  Alright, you have to stop simply defending yourself. It’s time to go on the offensive. A direct attack might not work, but what about bondage?

  You dive toward Leoparde, deftly evading all of her explosives, and crash into the ground. Your eyes glow as they lo to your target, and your puterized brain analyzes her defenses. All you o do is aim your tentacles…here!

  “I see it!” you yell like some old anime, flying through Leoparde’s grenades and batting them away only to grasp her in your tendrils! Soon enough, she’s pletely ed in your cables…

  Arms tied right to her torso, cables tied just so to emphasize her chest. A feed loosely arouhigh, and oeasing right into those barely-there bck panties…

  “Oh, I see. You’re a pervert after all, just like your little girl –”

  Before Leoparde raise your ire again, your electricity pulses through her. She screams out as you force her to writhe in pain. It’s not py-fighting, it’s real…

  but not inteo kill.

  Your daughter didn’t even realize it, did she? She didn’t realize just what kind of impact her electridage had on poor little Kiwi. Utterly frying her brain. Maybe…

  maybe like this you give her some corre.

  You give in to the feeling, despite yourself. It’s for her own good, after all. Kiwi clearly ’t even take care of herself, let alone fight an evil anization. So your shocks ge in iy and dire, trying to find that sweet spot…

  (Yrinning with a pure expression of evil. You ’t help but give in to your lust for revehe whole world has wronged you, after all, and this little shit has the gall t about it…)

  “N-ry,” Leoparde says, grinning madly even through the pain as you try to figure out how to fry her brain again. “I’m…heh. Saving myself for marriage to Utena~ And I won’t let even her own mother stop me!”

  (It’d be so easy. You could make her a prim, proper, obedient girl who does what she’s told. A proper member of the anization of evil. That’s the only way to save your daughter, after all, and you would do absolutely anything for Utena.)

  (Yes. For Utena. That’s what you’ll keep telling yourself –)

  Beep. Beep. Beep.

  “Hear that? That’s a time bomb. If you don’t let go of me soon, I’ll blow you, me, and the entire Nacht Base sky high!”

  “Oh, fuck me.”

  You immediately toss Leoparde into the air, letting go of her, not knowing how much damage that kind of bomb do. Leoparde pulls out some gatling guns to stabilize her dest, before she pulls out something way bigger…

  “See this? M28 Davy Crockett! A nuclear bazooka! The biggest boom that could ever boom! I got this idea from a video game, see?” Leoparde winks. “I’ll get rid of you, and Utena will have no choice but to rely only on me! Smile only for me –”

  What you see is…a dollhouse flying in the air. Huh?

  You look down, and it appears that Korisu – no, Nero Alice – has decided which side she’s on, and Leoparde chose poorly. You don’t know what that dollhouse do, but you do know that Leoparde is absolutely terrified of it.

  “Oh no. Oh no, I’m not doing that! You traitor, we’ll have words ter!” Letting go of the Davy Crockett, Leatling guns her way into the sky, disappearing into the ether, presumably into the portal from whence she came.

  You’ve…won? Well, temporarily at least.

  With your new magical powers, you’ve defeated a magical girl…sure, it’s not one of the Tres Magia, it’s teically someone you’re supposed to be in charge of, but still! And while Kiwi seems entirely unvinced, well…

  Korisu quickly untransforms, runs up to you holding a doll you saw Utena fixing for her, and goes to give you a great big hug. Ah, it seems like she doesn’t want ao insult a mother and her love, huh?

  You smile down on Korisu, and stroke her hair. Despite everything, she seems like a good girl, and if she’s as powerful as Kiwi seems to think…maybe things will turn out okay.

  “It’s okay, Korisu,” you say, pig up the precious little girl and huggio your bosom, not pig up on the way it makes her blush. “I’ll take good care of you, and we’ll turn all this around. Yes we will, yes we will~”

  And so, your first night as the leaderess of the forces of evil began. And from the look of things, you have a long way to go before anything bees halfway sensible around here…

  but what Enormita he most, you think, is a responsible adult. Holy, middle schoolers are a terrible choice for world domination anyway. The world he strong hand of an experienced woman to run it!

  (…was this really such a good idea? Venalita thinks, as you gently hug Korisu in your cable tentacles, making her blush even more and more.)

  (She doesn’t know the half of it.)

  queenfiona