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Small houses, packed closely together, line up along one side of the street. On the other side there's a field, overgrown bushes separating rice paddies from the street. The cold of night bites at your bare legs, a sudden gust of wind making you shiver as you pin your short skirt to your thighs. The sky is full of stars, more than you feel like you've ever seen before.
It takes a moment for you to realise you're standing in the middle of the road. Then, as your head wheels around to make sure you're not about to be hit by a car, everything dawns all at once. You have no idea where you are. The architecture is different, the poles by the road look foreign, the powerlines strung between them hang lower than usual. The line down the middle of the road is yellow, and where a second road joins onto it, the bitumen is marked with characters in a foreign script, 止まれ.
Japan, somewhere? A small town, by the looks of it.
「あ、来てました」
Ah, you're here.
As far as you know, you don't know how to speak Japanese. Yet you can comprehend the cutesy, feminine voice that cuts sharply through the evening quiet perfectly.
「絶対逃げると思いました！また退屈な一日かって」
I thought there was no way you'd come! That it'd be another boring day...
Despite understanding the words, you know nothing of what the girl behind you is talking about. How could you have plans to meet someone in a place you don't even know?
When you whip around to see her, your jaw drops. It's not a young woman speaking to you, it's a... bee?! She's humanoid and human-sized, with pretty, elfin features and a short stature that suits her high-pitched voice. Her hair is a royal blue, gathered into a perfect pair of bubble braids that hang from both sides of her head. It's the long, thin antennae that sprout from her forehead and the translucent insect wings behind her, rapidly beating to keep her hovered above the ground, that mark her as a bee. That and the yellow-black-striped latex bodysuit that hugs unashamedly to her petite fae body, showing off all her subtle curves. It barely manages two spikes of material upwards to cover some of her modest breasts, and it's so snug between her legs that it surely can't be comfortable.
「ねー、クイーンのいる所はお辞儀でしょう？」
Ne, shouldn't you bow in the presence of a queen?
There's something threatening in her voice, a chill running up your spine as she lands on the road before you. She's shorter than you, and yet there's something still incredibly imposing about her as the heels of her long, black boots sound out her approach. Paralyzed, you don't manage a reply. Or a bow.
「お辞儀は？ニンゲンのくせに」
Your bow, human?
She's angry, her lips curling into a scowl and her golden eyes narrowing. You find yourself compelled to bow, but as you do you gather yourself enough to now start questioning her. You ask who she is, and where you are, somehow speaking Japanese as well as you listen to it. Your pair of questions renders her furious, however.
「か…からかってますの？！」
Are you mocking me?!
The bee girl stamps her foot, her cheeks filling in with pink. Her eyes widen in dismay, giving them only more room to fit all the daggers they're sending at you. Suddenly, she's that much less threatening, more reminiscent of a pouty child.
「前の勝利に驕ってますの？！」
Gloating over your previous victory?!
You stare back at her in dumbstruck confusion, hoping the widened state of your own eyes might help communicate to her that you have no clue what she's on about. You notice her wings again, their subtle movements as she takes a few more steps towards you certainly making them seem real, a part of her. But how?
The beegirl suddenly breaks into a run, leaving you no time to think on that. She moves at inhuman speed, lunging at you in her rage. More surprising than that is the way you easily dodge the attack, instinctively sidestepping and twisting your body away from her with a dexterity you didn't know you had. She recovers quickly and dives at you again, your sideways dodge bringing you to the edge of the road.
「今回は決して失敗しません！」
I'm not losing to you this time!
Still dismayed at your own abilities, you're more than prepared for her third attack. Somehow you sense the subtle change in the beating of her wings and the twitch from her antennae, prepared to spring away before she can even launch herself in your direction. One of your heels isn't prepared for the uneven roadside ground it finds, though, and your evasive maneuver ends with you planting your butt in the dirt. She places a hand over her mouth, but there's nothing polite about the way she giggles at your misfortune, peering down at you smugly.
Her honey-colored eyes lower, and you realise she's looking at your underwear.
Your cheeks burn, turning a darker shade of the pink of the skirt you try to hurriedly push into place. A skirt you're now realising that you've never seen before, that you don't own and would never wear. It's quite ridiculous, far too short on your thighs and yet only drawing attention to that fact with the frilly lining at its hem. Not to mention the bright yellow, evenly-spaced stars that ring around its end, connected by frills to another ring at your waist. Like something a magical girl would wear! you think to yourself, right as you realise that your top and your socks and your shoes are no less embarrassing.
「では、スターキャッチャー… 渡して貰いますの」
Now, I'll be taking your Starcatcher.
Is a "Starcatcher" the object you seem to have summoned into your hands, without consciously thinking to do so? It's a long, golden staff, but is surprisingly light in your grip. A row of star-shaped pink gemstones have been set along its length, and at the end where the golden metal splits to draw out a pair of heart shapes at right angles, a much larger star gem sits in the space between them. Finishing off its over-the-top design is a big pair of ribbons with long, dangling tails attached to each side, and decorative flourishes in a second, pinker (or perhaps painted) metal that fancy up the pole's bottom, and where it meets the staff's crown.
The weapon is just as familiar to you as are your clothes, and your opponent. Yet holding the thing within your shaking hands, you immediately feel the magical energy it carries, as it surges into your body and renders you ashiver. It's like being underwater, naked, all your senses muted save for the nibbling of thousands of tiny fish at every inch of your skin.
夢の星から溢れる魔法、スターライト◦ハート◦レイ！
The words appear in your head as if the staff somehow put them there, and when you follow your compulsion to loudly call them out, the large gem at the staff's end begins to shine. It's soon aglow with pink light, while brilliant yellow beams spill from it in random directions. Acting on instinct, you point the thing at your opponent, gasping as you watch all the random rays turn to hone in on your target, wrapping around a central beam of pink that's also been fired out towards the beegirl.
She's struck right in the chest, giving a shriek as she's knocked out of the air. She falls backwards much as you did, but scrambles quickly back onto her feet.
「許さない… 許せませんの！」
Unforgivable... unforgivable!
You take the opportunity to get yourself standing again as well, your chest heaving in your ridiculous outfit as you pant for breath. Whatever magic you just used, it's really left you drained. Convinced you've established yourself as a threat, you make a plea for peace between you and this mysterious girl. The flush of your face gives you your answer.
「ですから、許せないと言ってます！」
Like I said, it's unforgivable!
A bright light appears in her own hands, a deep blue like her hair. It bursts outwards, then coalesces back inwards to become a strange-looking object. A bugcatcher, you eventually come to realise.
「ナメ君！このニンゲンをやっちゃいなさい！」
Sluggy! Get this human!
She throws the bugcatcher at the ground between you, and even in this situation you can't help but think of Pokemon. Then, just like one of the famous red and white balls, the bugcatcher breaks open to summon into existence the monster contained within.
For a brief moment you stare at it, stunned. Then it occurs to you to scream. The creature looks very much like a regular slug, except that it's enormous, larger than either of you and long enough to stretch entirely across more than one lane of the road. Its massive size makes you conscious of its every horrific detail, able to see and to hear the way its fat, almost amorphous body swells and recedes in the process of sliding itself along the bitumen. The two feelers that extend from the top of its wide head are pointed in your direction, the thing evidently aware of your presence. Two more push out from each side of its large mouth, waving around in the air as if in search of food to push into its drooling maw.
夢の星から溢れる魔法、スターライト◦ハート◦レイ！
You grip your staff tightly, trying to shake off the tremors that make you feel like you might drop it. You begin announcing your spell, eyes closed in the focus of casting, making each word as loud and clear as your shaky voice will allow. Until, something's suddenly pushing into your mouth. You give a muffled cry as the warm, slimy object forces itself deeper, thick enough that there's nowhere for your tongue to escape from its wet touch... or its foul flavor.
Your eyes, closed in concentration, shoot wide open. They see a long, dull red shaft connecting the slug's mouth and yours, the thing's prehensile, tentacle-like tongue completely stifling your ability to speak. Apparently, that also prevents your magic. You swat at it frantically with your staff, but your weak blows do nothing to dislodge it, and it's free to shove itself further past your lips and fill up your mouth. The awful taste makes you gag, until in desperation you throw your weapon aside, using your hands to grab at the tongue and try to pull it from your mouth. Its slippery, slime-covered surface denies you a proper grip, and your every stumbled step backwards is met by the slug's undulating crawl forwards. All you can think to do is hope that someone in the houses along the opposite side of the road might hear your muffled shrieks. For all the help you get, they might as well be empty.
「キャハハハ！魔法、どうしました？」
Kyahaha! What happened to your magic?
The beegirl flies over, gloating happily as she takes up a position hovered off the ground behind you. Her arms and legs wrap around you, preventing any further retreat from the still-approaching giant slug that's now a mere two metres away. You switch to trying to throw her off of you, and her wings beat noisily behind her as they work to keep her body pressed up against yours. Suddenly her voice is in your ear, the feeling of her breath against such a sensitive part of you sending tingles up your spine.
「蟲にとっては人間はただのオモチャ。魔法少女でも何でも！」
Humans are but mere toys of bugs. Magical girl or otherwise!
Her words fill you with dread. The tongue assaulting your mouth begins sliding back and forth, only making you more conscious of its phallic shape and the bitter slime that dribbles from it. Your hands abandon trying to pull it away, your slimy palms instead doing their best to grip at the beegirl's arms and frantically pry them off of you. Finally, you barely manage to wriggle free, shaking her off with a desperate squirm.
「んん！ナメ君、早く！」
Nn! Sluggy, hurry up!
The front half of the creature's bulbous body lifts up, revealing a lighter-coloured underbelly dotted with dirt and pebbles picked up from sliding across the road. Then it leaps at you with a speed and force at odds with its slow movements before. With your head still impaled on the thing's tongue, there's no turning to run. Only a few more horrified steps backwards before the oversized bug's body crashes into yours, and you fall backwards.
Time seems to slow as you sail through the air towards the ground. Gives you the time to remember that you don't live in Japan, that you're not a magical girl, that none of blue hair and bee wings and slugs as big as people makes sense. Is this a dream?
If so, now would be the perfect time to wake up. Yet even when your head thumps against the ground you remain here somehow in a Japanese town, very much pinned beneath a massive realization of a common garden creature. The cold slime that oozes from its body smears all over your clothes and into your soft skin, so much of which is left bare by your far-from-modest magical girl outfit. Its tongue continues to defile your mouth, stifling all your screams, dripping with the slug's disgusting drool while it rubs back and forth along your tongue. You turn your face away as best you can, shutting your eyes to block out the horrifying sight of it looming over you. Then the thing's mouth-feelers take a hold of your face, squeezing into your flushed cheeks as they pull your head back into place facing upwards.
This is maybe the worst experience of your life. You're terrified. Your hands slap at its wet body, and when that doesn't seem to faze it, instead try for handfuls of its slimy flesh. Your clutching fingers sink into its cool, pliant form, feeling it shift unbothered within their frantic grasp.
「ほーんとうにオモチャですね！」
You reeeally are just a toy, aren't you?
You watch from the corner of an eye as the "Queen" lands beside you and bends down to retrieve your dropped weapon. Something compels you to try to get it back, the source of your power, but pinned by the weight of the slug all you can do is reach out a hand in the beegirl's direction and feebly wave it around.
「宜しいよ、ナメ君！交尾したいでしょう？」
Feel free, Sluggy! You want to mate her, right?
Her words give you chills. Your hands push up at the slug's heavy body, your legs squirming free from underneath its end to curl around and kick your heels into its bulbous mass. All the sounds your mouth wants to make are cut off, and over your own muffled cries you hear the strange sound of something sizzling, or hissing. That and the Queen's mocking laughter.
The hissing sound is your clothes, you realise in horror. The slug's slimy mucus is all over you, sticky and slippery both at once. Where it touches to your magical girl outfit it turns hot, heat released by the chemical reaction that's causing the creature's secretion to aggressively eat away at the fabric protecting you. The substance only causes a slight irritation to your skin, but everywhere the thing's massive body rubs against is quickly left exposed.
"Mating" suddenly seems like a very real possibility.
「遠慮なく交尾なさい！このニンゲン子宮を虫精子でいっぱいにしますの！」
Mate her freely! Fill up this human womb with bug cum!
You desperately don't want that to happen. Your legs still spread around it and kicking frantically, your small hands search for a weakpoint. Reaching up to your head, you grab at the mouth-feelers that have seized your cheeks, prying them from your skin and trying to bend them in random directions in the hope it might hurt the thing. There's no sign of the slug feeling any pain, though, the only sound from it the wet sounds of its body undulating around yours. Its fluid-filled form has started to shift atop you, the creature taking advantage of your parted thighs to get itself in position. Something hot pokes between your legs, rubbing keenly against your rapidly-dissolving underwear. Eager to do to you what the thing's tongue is already doing to your mouth.
「ハハハハ！」
Hahahaha!
The briefest glance you spare the beegirl standing beside you is enough to see her watching your predicament with glee, your staff between her legs. The tight latex of her outfit shows the way her pussylips hug around the curve of its long shaft, the villain grinding her hips slowly back and forth as she humps your only hope of saving yourself.
「ナメ君を気持ちよくしてね！あなた何も出来ませんけど、キャハハ！」
You make Sluggy feel good now, yeah? Not that you can do anything, kyahaha!
You punch frantically at the bug with your fists, still using the heels of your boots to try to puncture its slimy flesh. Its body stretches effortlessly around each impact, like the surface of a balloon. You're exerting yourself so much with your squirming and struggling that you feel hot, starting to sweat despite the cold slime that covers you. All is in vain, though. Your panties burn away, and the slug's genital organ soon finds your entrance, poking at the groove between the plump lips of your hairless, doujin-perfect magical girl pussy. You feel the slug's body give a wriggle atop you, almost as if with the excitement of getting lucky.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmph! Mmnnnnnhngh!" The slug's tongue still stuffs your mouth, stifling your attempts to yell, to scream. It rubs back and forth against your lips and tongue, the tip of it pushing around inside to feel out the contours of your cheeks from the inside. You gag again at its vile taste, realising now in horror that a strong-tasting liquid has begun dribbling from its tip. It slowly fills your mouth, while you try your best not to swallow.
Your real worry, however, is down between your legs. The muscles of the slug's sack-like body ripple against you, around you, as it uses them to help shove its lower half at your hips, frantically searching for penetration.
"Mmmmmmmmph!" You were wrong before — if this really is a dream, now would be the perfect time to wake up!
Your eyes don't open to find yourself in a sweat-drenched bed, however. They remain squeezed shut, as you experience just what it's like to be deflowered by a giant slug. This body that's not yours still feels every bit of the violation, the creature's thick, inhuman penis piercing your virginity and lodging its throbbing heat deep within. The tight walls of your canal flutter around it, the pain making you bite down reflexively on the thing in your mouth. It's too tough for your teeth to puncture, leaving it to muffle all your shrieks as the slug begins flopping its body around, a series of movements that jerk the section of its body between your legs back and forth.
Each of the slug's heaves jolts you hard against the ground, wrenching another cry from your mouth to join the wet sound of its slimy body slapping against your hips. Each brings that sizable tool pushing inside you anew, every hot, violating stab of it into your depths killing a little more of your hope and resolve. You can only slap and punch and squeeze at the creature's amorphous form and get nowhere so much, before the inevitability of this starts to sink in. The creature raping the fight right out of you.
Tears run from your eyes, and you cough as the slug's tongue pushes at your throat, forcing you to drink some of the viscous liquid that drools from it. Beside you, the Queen giggles.
「それ、恥？恐怖？苦悩？ ニンゲンの感情は本当に面白いの！」
Is that shame? Fear? Distress? Human emotions are so interesting!
You hear her gasp and grunt, obviously still amusing herself with your magical girl staff while she watches. The slug, meanwhile, gives no sign of pleasure. It claims you in precise, unfeeling fashion, a constant rhythm set by biological imperative. You're given nothing but the cold press of its slimy body all over your naked one, and the hot press of it into you, again and again and again.
「可哀想～ オモチャだって認めてくれました？」
Poor thing~ Admitted you're a toy yet?
Willing to admit it or not, it's what you feel like. Resignation and exhaustion have all but fully taken you now, your limbs limp but your sore mouth still squealing as the slug's merciless mating continues. You try to reassure yourself that this makes no sense, that you're not a magical girl and you don't live in Japan and none of it can possibly be real. Little comfort while you're feeling every last inch of hard slug cock that's shoved into you.
「おほ～ ぞくぞくしてきました！ナメ君、もういきたいですの？魔法少女に幼生をい～ぱい宿してもらいます？」
Ohoo~ he's started trembling! You already want to cum, Sluggy? To make the magical girl carry a~all your larvae?
The Queen's words some minutes later bring you back to alertness, your violet eyes shooting open but regretting the sight that awaits them. Sure enough, the slug's body is clenching, shaking atop you, and the pace of its thrusts has quickly gone from robotic to greedy. The horrible creature really is about to cum in you!
You give your last-ditch struggles, your slime-drenched legs bashing against its body once again, and your slippery hands trying desperately to dislodge the tongue from your mouth and let you scream. You shake your pretty head from side to side as much you can, the best you can do to tell the giant slug, and its Queen, that you don't want this. Your blonde twintails leave trails behind you where they drag through the dirt.
「ならば、ニンゲンの卵、早速ナメクジザーメンで溺れさせなさい！」
Then, drown the human's eggs in your slug cum!
"Mmmmmmmmmph!" you shriek, loud as you can, as the massive slug's lower body crashes against you one last time. Your snug, strained insides feel every twitch the big, awful bug cock gives, as you suffer through its protracted orgasm. Something surprisingly warm is being deposited inside you with a stop-start rhythm, the monster's slimy gastropod seed coming in frequent, copious bursts. "Mmmmmmmph!" You writhe in vain as you feel yourself filled, but the slug's bulbous body presses even heavier against you now than before, keeping you in place to receive every last drop of sperm it has to give.
Not that that could ever be possible. Thick, sticky semen just keeps pouring into you, flooding your tunnel and filling your womb to bulging. Eventually it has to splurt out noisily from your sore, pinkened slit, spattering all over the ground. You can hear the beegirl pant with arousal beside you, very obviously enjoying the show.
Finally the slug starts to withdraw. Its spent penis slides out from your body and its tongue pulls from your mouth, finally allowing your jaw to relax. You feel its slimy foot undulate above you, as it slowly crawls itself off of your defiled body. Even free of its mass, though, your body is too exhausted to get up. For the moment you can only lay here in the dirt by the road, hiding your savaged, leaking sex behind your hands while you try to weakly cough the taste of slug-slime out of your mouth. Your mind reels as you try to process what's just happened, the sheer confronting nonsense of it. A slug can't actually breed with a human, right?
You hear your staff clatter to the ground to your side, and when you open your eyes you see the Queen crouching down beside you. She grabs your chin, forcing you to look at her, to see the sadistic glee that dances in her honey-coloured eyes.
「ちゃんとナメ君のキス汁、飲みました？」
Did you drink up Sluggy's kiss-juice properly?
Of course you did, the tongue's refusal to budge from your mouth as it slowly poured the stuff inside left you no other choice. You shake your head, though, not about to give the beegirl what she wants. She ignores your response and pushes her other hand between your splayed legs, battling with your hands to get to brush her gloved fingers over your sticky slit. Eventually successful, they scoop up some of the disgusting substance that oozes from you. All the while, she's still talking.
「女性には意外な効果ありますの。体の反応、感じてます？卵が急にいっぱい出来ちゃって、散発されて…」
It has quite the effect on females. Can you feel your body responding? So many eggs suddenly produced, and released...
She brings her hand up to join the other that still holds your head in place. When you realise what's happening you raise your own arms to try to push her away, but she's surprisingly strong. Or you're surprisingly weak after what you've just been through. You can't stop her cummy fingers from pushing at your lips, smearing what she managed to gather of the slug's slimy semen all over them.
「味わえよ、ニンゲン！これ、今卵と喜んで交流してますの！」
Taste it, human! This is what's happily getting all mixed up with your eggs!
You keep your mouth closed, lips desperately pressed shut and fighting her grip on your chin to swing your head side to side. There's no escaping the terrible smell, though.
「あぁ、元気な幼生ちゃんをいっぱい産んでくれそう！」
Ahh, I think you'll be having so many healthy larva babies for me!
You can only shake your head, dazedly watching as she stands up again and smirks down at you smugly. Your body aches, not showing any signs of numbing to the pain, nor to the sense of violation that weighs upon you heavy as the giant slug did. After what happened, you can't find the strength even to roll yourself over, to try to stand up. Only able to lie there and bask in her promise of what will happen to you next, while a fresh fit of loud, gasping sobs wracks your body.
If only you were stronger. If... only...
Unconsciousness soon claims you.