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Himiko was uncharacteristically concentrated as she drew a magic circle on the ground of her lab. She squinted her eyes, making sure the chalk was perfectly traced, unused to this level of effort.
The diminutive mage would've much rather spent her free period relaxing, but here she was, possibly working harder than she ever had on a magic spell.
This was all Tenko's fault. Himiko had grown quite tired of the martial artist following her around all the time, bothering her constantly, and being a nuisance in general.
But that would all end soon.
Himiko's spell would redirect all of Tenko's attention elsewhere, finally giving Himiko the break she deserved.
It had taken quite a bit of effort to gather the materials for this. She had asked Tenko for a hair of hers and a picture of the two of them, and asked Makoto, a friendly upperclassman, for a strand of his hair.
Honestly, if Himiko wasn't so desperate, she'd have given up a long time ago.
But after a grueling almost an hour's work, she'd gathered it all.
A piece of the spell's victim. Tenko's hair.
What she was targeting in the victim. Her obsession with Himiko.
And what that obsession should be redirected to. Makoto's hair. Well, it was more of a stand-in for masculinity in general. Let Tenko refocus back on her man-hating full-time. Maybe it would make her focus on Makoto overly much, but honestly?
Himiko didn't care, as long as she no longer was in Tenko's crosshairs.
She placed the regents in their designated spots in her circle, before carefully stepping in the middle of it, making sure not to disturb the chalk on the ground.
She took in a deep breath, feeling it fill her lungs, before letting it out just as slowly.
Then, she began chanting. Slowly, carefully, making sure to perfectly pronounce every word. Speed was secondary to precision here.
Sure, it meant that she'd only gotten halfway through the chant after a handful of minutes, but she'd rather that than mess up. This was delicate stuff.
And that was exactly when Tenko threw the door leading into Himiko's lab open.
"Himiko! Angie told me you were working on something down here! Please tell me how I can help!"
"Wah!" Himiko cried out, jumping and slipping at the intrusion, scuffing the magic circle as she did. "Dammit!" She cried, stomping her foot, her chant interrupted.
She blinked when the circle still began lighting up, first in confusion, and then in panic.
Tenko had made her mess up not only her magic circle, but her chant! She didn't have a clue what would happen!
“Wh-What’s happening!?” Tenko asked, halfway panicking as well.
“Th-This is all your fault, stupid!” Himiko cried, slamming her hands against her eyes to shield them from the blinding light.
The room seemed to spin around Himiko as magical energy blinded her even through her fingers.
"H-Himiko!" Tenko cried, before rushing into the center of the room, no doubt scuffing the magical circle even further. She bodily picked up the Mage as she did, desperately trying to protect her from whatever was happening, but she soon fell on her knees as her brain fizzled inside her head, before completely blacking out, collapsing on top of the equally knocked-out mage.
When Himiko woke back up, it was to a sore and heavy body.
No, wait, the latter was just Tenko’s much larger form pressed on top of her.
The martial artist was still unconscious, and as such, was crushing the mage under her. Himiko blushed at the soft sensation of Tenko’s large chest pressing against her, not to mention the way her pink lips were pursed ever so slightly, her face uncomfortably close-
W-Wait, this wasn’t the time for that. She was being crushed for goodness sake! Hurriedly, though still feeling quite confused and disoriented, she began worming her way out from under Tenko, only to flinch when her crotch rubbed against Tenko’s bare stomach.
That felt- much too sensitive- and wait, kind of squishy? On her part of course, Tenko’s abs were like steel.
Himiko’s legs wiggled as she stopped moving, the pressure against her pelvis shooting pleasurable tingles down her nerves that she simply didn’t recognize, not even from her own foray into self-stimulation.
But at the same time, the pressure was growing, and discomfort was quickly overshadowing the still-present pleasure.
Himiko whined slightly, already having grown reluctant to break away from this sensation, but a mixture of worry and uncertainty finally pushed her to finish making her way out from under Tenko.
She made her way up on her knees, panting, only to stare at her tenting skirt with wide eyes. Or rather, past it- at the cock poking from under it.
“Th-This is-” Himiko mumbled to herself, trying to make sense of the addition to her body, but she didn’t have the time to try and do so before she jumped when someone other than her groaned.
Tenko’s eyes were slowly blinking open as she lifted her upper body on with her arms, giving Himiko another delicious look down her cleavage, making her new- penis throb once more.
Tenko’s face screwed up for a moment, before her eyes opened once more. “H-Himiko, are you okay?”
Himiko almost cursed at the incredible fuck-up this had all become. Not only did she manage to knock herself out, not only did she somehow make this- thing grow on herself-
But her spell had also most definitely failed, so all of this crap was for nothing-
“Himiko! Wh-What’s that!?” Tenko cried out, pointing at her, by now, quite erect cock. It was, quite hard to miss as it reached, what, like a foot now that it was erect? Holy crap…
Himiko stared at it for a moment longer, trying to make sense of what she was seeing, before blinking as Tenko cried out again. “Himiko!”
The mage blushed and stuttered for a moment, before stopping herself, a flash of inspiration going through her mind all of a sudden.
Yes, even though her spell had failed, all was not lost!
“I-It’s my cock!” Himiko said, blushing at her own words.
“What!?” Tenko cried, still staring downward, though Himiko barely paid it any attention as her mind ran trying to come up with her story.
“Y-Yes! I’m a boy! Always have been!” She said, a small smile spreading across her face. Though she might have to deal with Tenko giving her crap from time to time, it would be infinitely better than having her constantly running after her.
“I-I understand if you don’t want to be my friend anymore now that you know the truth.” Himiko said, eagerly watching Tenko’s slack-jawed expression. Soon, it would turn into some form of disgust, or hatred, or um…
Hunger? Or something like that?
“U-Um, Tenko? I understand if you’re mad-” Himiko yelped as Tenko’s arms shot up to her hips, steel-like grip holding her in place.
“Mad?” Tenko asked, panting, her green eyes shining with some emotion Himiko couldn’t pin down. It was kind of hard to see when the girl was still staring at her newly-acquired dick.
“Oh, I’m not mad, I’m furious."
Himiko squeaked as she felt Tenko’s grip tighten. “I-I’m sorry! But it’s true!” Himiko insisted, her cowardice fighting against her desire to get rid of Tenko.
“Oh, you’ll be sorry. How dare you hide this from me~” Tenko said, her voice, not really sounding all that angry.
Himiko could feel her breath against her cock as she got in closer and closer, making her heart hammer in her chest as she stared, waiting for Tenko’s retribution, at least taking comfort in knowing that there was no doubt that she would finally be free of her afterward.
As long as that remained true, she could endure anything.
Anything but this.
“C-CUMMING!” Tenko screamed at the top of her lungs, her naked, muscular body bouncing atop Himiko’s cock, her vaginal muscles tensing and almost choking out her cock.
Himiko couldn’t even moan anymore, so drained she was. Both physically and mentally.
Her balls were aching after unloading several loads inside the pleasure-drunk martial artist, but somehow, Tenko always managed to milk another load out of her, be it with her mouth, pussy, tits, ass-
As long as Tenko got more cock and more cum, she would do anything to get it.
And that included pinning Himiko to the ground and fucking herself stupid. As she had been doing for the last several hours at least. And the girl was still going strong, her muscles glistening with sweat, her breath short, her face twisted in a lewd expression of pleasure- But she didn’t slow down for a second.
And the worst part was just how good it felt. If Himiko could simply focus on how tired she was, on how annoying Tenko was, on how she was basically getting raped, it would be so much easier.
But Himiko was learning firsthand that even though Tenko hated males, her bimbo body betrayed her true nature as a girl born to be a slut.
Every clap of her asscheeks, every twitch of her holes, every flick of her tongue was like a shot of ecstasy. Not only that, but her every movement was so erotic- Multiple times, Himiko had found herself staring at her bouncing breasts dully, almost hypnotized by the sight and the desire to bite down on them. Sometimes it was Tenko’s wild eyes as she came, the green growing hazy with pleasure. But always, Himiko was loving every blissful second of it.
Somehow, in between two mind-shattering orgasms, Himiko had managed to put together an hypothesis for what happened.
The spell Tenko had interrupted should’ve taken the attention Tenko gave Himiko and changed the target of her attention from Himiko to males.
And somehow, it had instead taken a boy’s cock, probably Makoto’s- hopefully a copy, because she did not want to explain how she stole his cock later- given it to her, and switched Tenko’s attention to it instead of boys.
And now- Himiko’s train of thought was cut off as she came once more, for the thousandth time it felt like, her whole body arching as she made the bulge in Tenko’s belly grow just a little bit more.
The martial artist moaned lewdly, her expression twisted into a grimace of pleasure, though she didn’t stop, not for a moment.
“I can’t believe you hid this cock from me all this time, Himiko!” She cried to the heavens, her fat ass clapping as she bounced, making Himiko cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure as her sensitive cock continued to be milked, the succubus already fiending for her next shot.
“Th-This is great! There’s no way I’m ever going another day without this! Girl cock is the best~ ” Tenko moaned happily, ignoring the way Himiko whimpered under her at her words.
This was a tremendous failure, on all accounts. Tenko was even worse than before, and Himiko had no one to blame but herself. Those were Himiko’s last thoughts before finally passing out, exhausted, to be carried back to Tenko’s room, which she wouldn’t leave for a long, long time.
Thankfully, as she would soon find out in the next few days, living as Tenko’s futanari cum tap meant that Himiko herself would often be too pleasure-drunk to even think about her situation. And Tenko was a lot more tolerable when she only cared about cock, not only to Himiko, but to every boy in the school.
As for Makoto…
He barely noticed the way he could feel a pair of phantom lips around his cock almost 24/7 now. Not when he was practically always balls deep inside a girl 24/7 himself.
But if he knew, he would be proud to know he contributed to another slut learning her place, even if only in some small way.