Naughty Magic - Chapter 18 - Unboxed

Rachel

I loaded the box into my car, glancing left and right to check if anyone was watching. It was nothing but paranoia on my part, though. This was an abandoned warehouse! Who’d even come here? I only even knew about it because the team and I fought a particularly rough battle against the ooze there - a huge amount of ooze had gathered up without anyone noticing, and it had been a fierce battle to clear it all up without any of it glomming onto us. 

Honestly, finding the so-called Violet Queen here had been lucky guesswork as much as anything. There were probably any number of places Red could have gone… but she’d gone here. The one and only place where I’d ever participated in a serious battle.

Not at all like the basic cleanup job that cost me my crystal, and… maybe created the Violet Queen? Unless the Violet Queen was the one who’d orchestrated me losing my powers in the first place… but if I was right about who the Violet Queen really was, then… At the very least, I didn’t want to believe that was how it had gone down.

Not that my feelings had ever had much luck altering reality, or anything.

After securing the box, I got into the driver’s seat and took off for my home. By which I mostly meant my parent’s home, but they weren’t exactly around much so it didn’t feel like there was that big of a difference. At the very least, it was still a reasonably secure place where I was mostly sure nobody would interrupt us. More specifically, my own bedroom felt something like a safehaven in the middle of a frightful storm where absolutely nothing felt calm and certain anymore. So that’s where I took the Violet Queen, still in her prison.

Carefully laying the crate down on my bed, I stared at it for a moment, then leaned forward… and knocked. “Hello? Can you hear me in there?”

There was a moment of silence. Then, a voice - a familiar voice, but… not the familiar voice I was expecting.

“Yeah, we can hear you.”

“Heart-” 

“It’s Chrys now,” the crystal interrupted me. “New user, new name. You know the drill… or maybe not, seeing as how I never told you.”

“Wha-”

“Look,” Hea… Chrys interrupted. “There’s a lot of things I never told you. A lot of things you probably have every right to know. There’s also a lot of new things I’m sure you’d rather hear from the Violet Queen herself. But right now, we’ve got a problem. The thing in this box? Isn’t a person. Not right now. What she is is a bundle of sensitive nerves and lust and needs and pleasure and she’s going to stay that way until Red’s spell wears off… however long that takes. Unless someone helps her.”

“Help her how?” I asked, swallowing nervously. “I don’t have any magic.”

“If you’re asking me that, then you obviously haven’t watched enough hentai porn… or maybe I watched too much. You do not want to know how much of my processing power was spent scouring the internet in a vague attempt to understand human sexuality…”

“Um… Sorry?”

There was a moment of silence, and I got the distinct feeling that if Chrys had eyes she’d be rolling them at me.

“Right,” Chrys said after a moment, “so here’s the deal. You want answers. I want a host who isn’t half a step away from going insane from horniness because she’s too damn selfless to pass it onto someone else. You both probably are in desperate need of a good fuck, but I’m willing to bet neither of you is going to admit it, and there’s the whole issue of consent while she’s like this, so… How’s this? You agree to take on her lust for, like, a minute, so that I can convince her it’s in her best interest to bang you. Then we put the lust back where it belongs, and we get your permission all over again. Nice, clean, and as close as we’re going to get to consensual in this mess. How about it?”

“...There’s… Uh… kind of a lot to unpack there, don’t you think?” I asked, rubbing at my forehead. “I mean, first off, the Violet Queen is currently… what. Horny ooze?”

“Deadly levels of horny. As you’ll understand if you’re willing to take it on for a minute.”

 “Because that sounds great,” I muttered, mostly to myself. Then, louder, “So you want me to basically star in a tentacle hentai with a box of ooze? Is that about right?”

“In return for getting to ask any questions you want. She’s not going to be in much of a state to deny you, anyways…”

I stared at her for a moment. Or more like the air above the box her ‘host’ was in, I guess? Then, I started to balance the pros in cons in my head.

Then I abandoned the list of pros in cons in my head, said screw it, and figured to myself that a bit of horniness couldn’t possibly be that bad. “No touching anywhere I don’t allow her to. And… I wanna know, first. Is the Violet Queen Olivia?”

Another moment of silence. Then… “If I say yes, is it a deal?”

“Is that a yes, then?” I pressed.

Silence, again.

I sighed. “Fine. If it’s a yes from you, it’s a yes from me, alright? I’m not going to leave Olivia hanging like that… even if she is a jerk who never answers her texts.”

“...Then yeah,” Chrys admitted at last. “It’s Olivia.”

“Then what’s her relationship to that guy I saw earlier?” I asked. “The one who got possessed or whatever? And then tried to feed me the same lame excuses I used to rely on when I was trying to cover for my work…”

“Uh-uh! Please direct all future questions to the girl currently crammed into a box! After I have a conversation with her…. Now hold on a minute. This won’t take too long with a magicless individual like yourself - if anything, it’s sort of terrifying how defenseless you are against this sort of thing, now that you’ve been sucked dry of all your magic potential - ah there we…”

Chrys’s words faded from my attention. Not because she’d stopped talking, but because I just couldn’t bring myself to focus on anything she was saying. The only thing on my mind was my clothing - namely why it was still on me, why it was in the way of my hands, why it teased me with the feeling of fabric on my sensitive skin while simultaneously blocking the hands that could actually do something.

I began to strip off my clothes. Yanking off my shirt, tearing off my bra. I was pretty sure I heard a few stitches popping, but in that moment I just didn’t care. Similarly, I was vaguely aware of the fact that Chrys and Olivia were having a conversation with one another, but I couldn’t really hear it, and it didn’t really matter to me. Nothing mattered. Not even the suddenly very violently shaking box.

All that mattered was touching my-

…And suddenly it was all gone. 

“Relax, alright?!” came Chrys’s voice, sounding almost panicked. “I undid it, see? You’re the horny one again! You happy?”

“What… happened?” I asked. My clothes were scattered on the floor. Something that probably should have had me blushing, but mostly just had me confused. Not because I couldn’t process what was happening, but… “She’s holding in all that? How?!”

“A brain of goo might be helping her, compared to your squishy human biology,” Chrys responded. “That, and sheer stubbornness. She’s pretty convinced that there’s no way you’d agree with this plan without duress, by the way - but I did get her to admit that she wouldn’t be opposed to it in the hypothetical situation where you were actually into this.”

“So…?”

“If you’re in, so are we,” Chrys said. “Olivia’s got just enough self-awareness not to cross any lines… I think…”

“How reassuring…” I replied, my tone as dry as I could make it. All the same, I reached for the box, took a deep breath, and then… realized I was probably going to need to break the thing open.

“Hold on,” I said, hurrying up and moving out of my room, and towards the hallway closet. “I think Dad keeps the tool kit in here… There should be a hammer, or a - aha! Crowbar!”

“Great,” came Chry’s voice, from my bedroom. “But I can’t exactly leave the box, sooooo…. You know. Maybe you can come here and show it off?”

“Right…” I muttered, unable to help the blush that tinged my cheeks as I rushed back to the room with the crowbar in hand. A few second later and I had it in position, the tip wedged under a crack. Though it was probably sealed with magic, that was most likely just to keep the box closed - it didn’t do anything to reinforce the box. If I couldn’t open it properly, I’d settle for damaging it - gouging out a hole or even just making a crack big enough for Olivia to ooze her way out of.

The latter is what I actually managed after about a minute, purple slime seeping out of the box bit by bit. It - or I guess she? - didn’t make a move towards me, at first. She just kept pushing her way out, slowly shoving more and more of her mass out, and widening the crack as she did so, until at last the box split and with a splorch she was out completely.

I… kinda expected her to take human form, after that. But she didn’t. Instead, she surged towards me, her ooze covering my body - my naked body, I suddenly realized, all over again. Not that clothes would have stopped her, in all likelihood. Not when she was practically a liquid, at the moment.

Her ooze flattened itself out across my entire body, coating every inch of my skin. It was like the smoothest silk, sliding against my skin. Soft, and warm, and yet there was a certain strength behind it - as I discovered when she began to squeeze me, from all sides.

Though all of me was being squeezed at once, my breasts were given special attention, the area loosening and contracting again and again as if to grope me. I even felt a pinch on one of my nipples, for a moment, right before the pressure shifted - suddenly my legs were being spread.

My breath caught, but I didn’t resist. Especially not when I saw - and felt - the ooze receding from my form, condensing, slowly taking form, until it was no longer a sheet of ooze, but a purple skinned girl with a face I knew well.

“Olivia?” I asked, my voice a whisper.

She didn’t respond with words, but with her lips - pushing them against mine, sucking at  my bottom lip, her tongue pushing its way into my mouth, even as her hand began to slide up and down my inner thigh. I’d have said she was teasing me, but it wasn’t really willful like that. It was more like she was lost in the motions herself, lost in the pleasure. It felt good for me, too. Especially when she took my breast in her hand and squeezed, circling her thumb about my nipple.

Despite that, I forced myself to pull away, pushing against her shoulders until her lips parted from mine and her tongue withdrew.

“What are you?” I asked, determined to get some answers out of the night. “Are you human? Or are you something made of ooze? Why did you comfort me, back then? Is it because of who I am? Who I used to be? Did you feel guilty? Or did you… I don’t know. Just… why?”

Olivia didn’t answer. She just bit her lip and stared at me, her eyes wide and full of need. 

“You… aren’t in any state to answer any questions, are you?” I muttered, mostly to myself. I was feeling a little robbed when Chrys spoke up again.

“She’ll answer all your questions once she’s better. She’s honest like that. I’d probably find it endearing if it wasn’t liable to put us in danger… Think you can just… take care of her needs for now, though?”

“Her… needs?” I asked, swallowing hard. “You mean…?”

“Well,  you could try getting away with just cuddling. Olivia would probably even fight herself to let you… but come on. Are you really saying you don’t want this, too? At least a little?”

I bit my lip, studying Olivia in front of me. “I’d prefer it if she was more herself for it…” But that didn’t mean it was entirely a bad feeling to have someone as gorgeous as Olivia staring at me with such obvious want in her eyes. Even if I did feel like she’d be giving the same look to anyone who could sate her needs in this moment…

“Alright,” I confirmed, biting my lower lip.

That was all the encouragement Olivia needed - and then some. Her hands shot out towards me, grabbing my arms and pinning me down to the bed as she plastered kisses across my face, and then down towards my chest, before finally snapping up a nipple and sucking hard upon my tit.

At the same time, one of her arms began to shift, the hand losing its shape as part of her body transformed itself into a tentacle. This went between my legs, questing for an entrance, but I squeezed my thighs shut.

“Not like this… okay?” 

I could sense the disappointment radiating off her, just from how the tentacle went limp. I was almost tempted to give her permission, after all - but that wouldn’t really be fair to either of us, I didn’t think. I mean, maybe she’d be fine with it, but I for one didn’t want to lose my first time to some mindless tentacle groping.

Even if her touches to my chest did feel good. As did her lips. And her kiss. And… maybe I was overthinking things?

Of course, it was just as I had that thought when I saw something flickering from the corner of my eye. A rather eye-catching tattoo, on Olivia’s abdomen, that I’d been a little too busy to take notice of - at least until it started flickering.

“Looks like the lust spell is wearing off,” Chrys muttered. “Too bad… things were just getting interesting.”

“Wha…” Olivia murmured, clutching at her head. “What did I…”

“Not much,” I assured her, quickly. Hopefully without any audible or visible disappointment. “Mostly just some groping. You’re fine…”

“Right,” Olivia said, relaxing a little… Only to tense right up again at what I had to say next.

“I do have a lot of questions for you, though… And you’d better have some pretty good answers.”

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Author's Notes

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I originally intended for this to be a lot more sexual, but the characters kinda said no...? First Red goes too far, now Rachel won't go far enough... I promise we'll get some proper sexual scenes in this story eventually though.

In the meantime, hope you enjoyed? A proper conversation will be held next chapter.