Everyone knows at least one story about magical girls. Females of all ages chosen by a higher being to protect our and often even more realms with the power of light, love and friendship. They went up against vile villains who plotted to steal some all-powerful magical macguffin, plunge it into darkness or just liked to sow chaos. To accomplish their goals their standard procedure was to corrupt normal civilians into their minions by tempting them with their darkest wishes and deepest desires and have them go up against the magical girls as a challenge.
This story was also one set in a world with magical girls, but its protagonist wasn't one of those heroes, quite the opposite in fact.
The full moon was shining down upon the city as a lone figure stood on top of the school building, admiring the starry night sky. The woman was clearly going for the sexy office woman-look. The blouse was open with the top of the underlying shirt unbuttoned to give a generous view of her pale-skinned cleavage. The skirt was barely long enough to still be considered decent with black tights, which were barely visible between it and the long, black leather boots that slightly clashed with the rest of her ensemble. The look was completed by a pair of square-rimmed glasses.
The woman took another deep breath of the cool night air, when suddenly her facial features distorted as she broke out in mad cackling laughter. “Blending in was way too easy. If everything goes as easy as this, then it’ll take no time to beat these pesky magical protectors and take over this realm for Mistress,” she couldn’t help but monologue, as villains were prone to do.
While this woman had the appearance of one Evelynn Streng, headmistress of St. Maria’s Girls College, her real identity hiding behind this illusion was Sapphia Finster, one of the most trusted generals of this dark mistress she spoke about. Being a half-succubus on her mother's side, her talent was of course in lust-based magic, specifically the drawing out of hidden or repressed sexual desires (in short, kinks). When she was to corrupt someone, they usually gained powers based on their biggest kink, no matter how impossible it might be in a normal reality, or sexual fantasy and took on a form most fitting to it.
“And what better place to find repressed desires than a strictly religious boarding school for girls! I can already smell that some of the girls here will have great compatibility with my magic. Just the thought of these prim and proper maidens spreading sin and debauchery is already making me wet.” One of her hands moved under her skirt, where it began rubbing the already wet lips through the pantyhouse, taking special attention to spread her precum across the cloth as much as possible.
Then she looked down at her body, her tights to be exact, and pinched some of them between her fingers, not caring for the added stain. “I hope you don't mind me lending your appearance and identity, not like you were doing much with that body of yours. I even removed some of your nasty blemishes and increased your sizes.” She cupped a breast for emphasis.
“Fufufufu, are you enjoying yourself down there?” She asked her tights. “I not only made sure not to put on socks and panties, but also to wear my least breathable leather boots, just so you’ll get to soak in as much of my fluids as possible. At this point, even if they were to revert you right now, you’d do so as a girl sweat-obsessed foot slut. So just enjoy the ride. I’ll do your job for you and lead these girls into a wonderful future, where they will trade those pesky fake morals you tried to drill into them for true satisfaction. Speaking of…”
The doors to the roof opened and a figure stepped out onto the roof. “Who– Wha– M-Miss Streng!? W-What are you doing here at this time?”
Perfect. Just as planned her first victim had come right to her. Those girls were way too predictable. She was to become her first of many thralls. Sapphia turned around and directly looked at the female, who just came out. One of Sapphia’s abilities was to look right into a person’s soul and see their deepest, most buried desires. She couldn't help but smile at what she saw. This one was a perfect start