Somewhere deep below the Pacific Ocean, a mad scientist sat in his lair. Hidden in a bunker so subterranean it lay below the earth’s crust itself, so secret it lacked living witnesses, and so secure that individual molecules of air were logged in and out. A cavernous lab of humming coolant tubes and ticking servers. Tucked away in a dark corner, surrounded by shiny metal workspace sat the creator of all this infrastructure. The disgraced scientist Dr. Octavio Mechonatron.

Octavio was just a young man, but already banished from the scientific community. A gaunt, raven-looking adult whose features contrasted his pristine lab coat.

He fiddled with a small rectangular object in his hands, muttering to himself. “Finally, the brute techniques of science, of matter, have been sharpened far enough to probe the mysteries of magic itself.”

“Yes sir, the analysis is proceeding as planned,” replied a polite computerized voice. Although Octavio was talking to himself.

The card was the product of a decade of hard-fought scrabbling in many historical archives. The Doctor had spent months embedding himself into the worst shit-holes on earth. Following a dubious lead, he had purchased it from an aging magician in Persia. She had only accepted payment in strange local beads, but Doctor Octavio had made it happen.

He turned the treasure over in his skeletal fingers. It bore close resemblance to a modern tarot card, with a dark shadowy figure appearing on one side. And as he tilted it into the light, hundreds of small, shifting, holographic runes played across its surface.

Octavio was in a bit of a dilemma. Magic was a completely unknown quantity; whatever was contained within this card was likely beyond his ability to control, or perhaps even influence. He might be an evil scientist, but he was not trying to destroy or wreck his home planet. Surely this card was safer under his watch than some sinister Persian grandma though.

He looked again at the dark robed figure adorning one side of the card. It bore slight resemblance to death. He imagined the hood of its cloak parting to reveal a laughing stark skull. Whatever was in this card he was not about to release it, or let it fall into the wrong hands.

Taking up half the room, and disappearing through a recess in the ceiling, a giant electron microscope peered down at a tiny shaving of the cards surface. A super-computer taking up the remaining space steadily worked on cracking the mysterious molecular patterns that lent the card its powers. All Octavio had to do was sit back, sip his coffee, and wait for the results to pop back up on his computer screen.

The progress bar on the screen crept forward. Octavio tapped his foot and drank yet another cup of coffee, getting more jittery and impatient by the minute.

~

Far far above Octavio, soaring through the epic towering clouds of the Pacific like a pink glittering meteor was Illya. The young, upcoming, but extremely potent magical girl. She was a petite teenager with flowing platinum hair, and unusual deep red eyes. Her magical battle uniform was a striking pink and white dress with two dramatic wings, matched with a very short, and very frilly skirt. Dramatic high-heel boots wrapped her long legs all the way up past her knees and cradled her plump thighs.

Swooping between the mountain sized clouds, Illya looked like a tiny spec, lost in a mammoth landscape; but she knew precisely where she was. Magical Ruby, her wand, had tipped her off about a magical servant card just yesterday. She had finally rolled out of bed to nip down here and come get it. Illya was still hoping to get home in time for breakfast, and in-fact was keeping an ear on her beloved brother who was sizzling up some pancakes right now. She could hear the clatter of pots and pans with her magical ears, across tens of thousands of miles of ocean.

Gliding atop a cloud, she stopped for a second and sat down. She dangled her feet 20,000 feet over the side of the white billowy cliff. Far below, sea birds circled and glided around, far below that huge rolling ranges of waves meandered and played into each-other, and deep deep in the darkness she could even perceive the shoals of glittering fish and creatures teaming underwater. She took a breath of the thin, high altitude, air and stretched out on her back. Illya let the cold pillowy cloud support her, and stared up into the sun. She enjoyed the pleasant warm sunbeams contrasting with the cool droplets behind her.

Getting more comfortable, Illya rotated through her outfits with a snap of her fingers. Each snap replacing all her clothes in a burst of magical embers. She switched through her official magical girl outfit, a maid outfit, her pajamas, and a cheerleader outfit before finally settling on a simple white school uniform blouse and a black pleated skirt. The skirt was very short; her ballerina quality posture arched her back, lifting the hem of her blouse to expose a span of pale stomach to the cold air; it always tended to show off her midriff which she didn't particularly mind. Anticipating a swim she left her feet and legs bare, letting her cute little feet wave freely in the chilly breeze.

Illya gazed upwards into the sky, examining the constellations through the deep blue expanse. “Isn’t it kind of nice up here, Ruby, away from all that noise at home?" Illya was used to hearing the gossip, and turmoil of 10 million busy humans and all their trappings. And while her patience and focus were also magical, it was nice to be somewhere peaceful.

“You’re not the only one who tried to get away from it all out here” Ruby reminded her, gesturing down below.

Illya sighed and rolled over onto her tummy, swallowing a sudden wave of vertigo as the drop expanded beneath her. Squinting, her magical senses peeled away the layers of earth below her like an onion, peeking straight through the deepest darkest depths of the ocean, through the rocks and lava of the earth, through the layers of metal and concrete, and spied out the small playing card like relic in the young scientists hands. It was the equivalent of spotting out an individual grain of sand from across a massive stadium, but buried underground and inside a lead safe.

“ugh, how predictable. He thought he could outsmart us.” Illya grinned, looking down at the nervous man far below her. “I bet he feels safe underwater.”

“He probably knows you can’t swim” Ruby chimed in.

Illya’s sparkling red eyes remained fixed on Octavio, enjoying the sheer novelty of spying on an unsuspecting adult. Even with all his machinery and gadgets he had no way to detect, let alone prevent her omniscient gaze. He was like a bug pinned down on a microscopic plate, and she reveled in her godlike view of his private life. She could read the notifications right off his phone screen, or count the hairs in his ears. There was nowhere on earth you could hide yourself from a sufficiently magical girl.

Illya blinked and refocused her eyes. With a neat gymnastic roll she went off the edge, enjoying the surge of vertigo as she plummeted to the ocean below. The clouds rushed past, exciting the butterflies in her tummy. It was like jumping from a skyscraper, more accurately like skydiving without a parachute. She let herself rotate onto her back, letting the smack of the water surprise her. Sploosh! An impact that would have killed any other living thing in an instant.

The sun faded away as she drifted into deeper and deeper water. Illya enjoyed one last look before turning over and swimming down. Propelling herself deeper and faster than any submarine.

~

Down below, a faint rumble interrupted Octavio’s train of thought. He brought the steaming mug to his lips again, and paused as a stream of dust spoiled his drink. The entire room shook, making the scientific glassware on his desk rattle and clink together. Octavio slipped the card into a lanyard and held it tighter.

“Sir” the computer stuttered “Sir I’m receiving data I don’t understand”.

“Yes?” Octavio snapped, eyeing the progress bar. It crept even slower on its way to 90%.

“My sensors are showing an intruder in the airlock. I have three security drones on route, and the area is already quarantined.”

“That can’t be right, did the earthquake mess with your security systems?”

“I have her on CCTV” the computer replied. A video-feed of the airlock popped up on the main monitor.

Octavio’s heart leaped into his throat. Despite several kilometers of ocean and bedrock separating him and the outside world, despite every precaution he could have dreamed up. There was indeed something in the airlock. A glowing beacon of light, moving, casting shadows across the metal walls like a ghost. Octavio turned ashen with fear.

The face of death seemed to smile at him from between his fingers. The implications were obvious to him. Something sinister had followed this card, something not natural. He cursed himself for bringing it here, but where else would he go?

Octavio steadied himself, he was a man of science. If it could phase through rocks and walls to get in, maybe it was just an apparition. Some kind of ethereal whispy vision. Maybe it was a projection from the card? Was he close to cracking it’s secrets?

“Computer, what’s the security on that door?” he asked.

“It has a unique code on the keypad, the door itself is 4’ thick, can be electrified remotely, and weighs five thousand seven hund-“

“Okay thank you, please lock the door and double the security drones, in the meantime find out how it got in”

“working…” the computer replied

Octavio adjusted the brightness on the feed, bringing the apparition into focus. He expected a ghostly figure, or a terrifying visage of death. As he lowered the brightness the image resolved from a white blob of pixels, into an angel of light, and finally into an adorable teenage girl.

Right where she couldn't be. Octavio adjusted his glasses and felt his face flush. She was short, but somehow with the proportions of a taller girl. Her long legs and posture lifting her out of her stereotypical sailor schoolgirl outfit. She padded down the metal hallway in small bare feet. He checked, the lights were off, but the hallway was still lit in ghostly white. Eyes peaked out from under her platinum bangs, with their own eerie red light. The rest of her face was painfully perfect; her achingly cute and innocent smile made Octavio cringe with shame. He somehow felt guilty even looking at her. All these feelings rushed into him within 1 second of exposure through a pixelated blurry camera. He tried to catch himself. She had somehow appeared from nowhere. Even through the blurry CCTV she was making his heart-rate spike.

He watched her examine the locked airlock door. She was so cute he considered just letting her in. The keypad by the door lit up as she started playing with it, casually typing away.

“Computer, what is she, I mean it, doing to the keypad”

“She appears to know the code sir, she has entered 25 digits of the 256 digit alphanumeric pass-code, all correct so far”

Octavio's desire started to compete with fear. What she was doing was strictly impossible. She didn't look real. She had to be a spirit sent to confuse and kill him. The way her skin emitted magical light was as if it demanded to be looked at. She refused the natural darkness. Octavio couldn't help but indulge her. Her short skirt showed off two lengths of creamy perfect softness. Her legs drew his eyes up and down their length. Her platinum hair cascaded down to her narrow waist. His eyes flicked for other camera angles, desperate to see under her teasingly short skirt.

As if she could sense his gaze, she bent over a fraction to fiddle with the keypad, revealing inches more of her soft round thighs; almost showing her panties. Octavio stared closer, already nursing a boner.

Another angle showed off her pretty face. She looked inquisitively at the keypad, as if she could read the code right off the keys. Playfully tapping away, totally at ease. Her eyes surrounded by long dark eyelashes, they seemed to shift and swirl and were very hard to look away from.

Octavio tore himself back from the monitor, knowing he could stare at her forever without getting bored. His mind already clouded with images of her pretty soft lips, or fantasies of capturing her.

"Sir, if she finishes entering that code I can't keep her out of the facility" his computer reminded him.

"Fry the panel, and weld the door shut. We'll bottle her inside and study her later" Octavio commanded. "For now, the priority is scanning the tarot card, then we'll exfiltrate the data and deal with the trespasser." He licked his lips imagining the fun he would have with her later.

~

Illya blinked, nonplussed as the keypad in-front of her sparked and went blank. It was fun to scrape the code from the little microscopic data on the keys. Her brain easily parsing and sorting scraps of DNA, fingerprints, and wear-patterns into the original code in a way that shattered conventional information theory. Now she would need to go through the door.

A monolithic block of rolled steel sealed the air-lock. Solid and designed to withstand the raw untempered forces of nature. Illya crouched down to examine the tiny gap, carefully tucking her short skirt beneath her thighs. At the delicate suggestion of her small fingertips the metal quivered and gave up. She parted the door and floor, her painted nails pushing through the steel like soft-serve ice-cream.

With her fingers embedded in the steel, she turned and looked through the surrounding metal and stone, right at the nervous scientist in the other room. It took him a few moments to realize what she was doing. He yelped and recoiled from his TV, knocking papers and beakers aside as he ran off somewhere. Illya giggled at his terrified reaction, following him through the twisting maze of metal hallways.

With a single motion she stood up and pushed the door overhead. The thick metal wadded up where her two fingers contacted it, as the bulkhead was jammed into the ceiling. Mountings and locks designed to stop this, popped, bent, and shattered to accommodate her unstoppable, unyielding strength.

Emerging from her white school-blouse, Illya’s arm was no thicker than an ordinary teenage girls. It didn’t bulge with muscle or shake with exertion, yet it smoothly transmitted enough force to smush 5 tons of steel into the ceiling where it didn’t belong. Her relaxed legs, in turn, pushed against the floor, where her bare feet made two little matching indentations. She sighed with satisfaction, it felt good to let the tiniest bit of tension out of her muscles for once.

Reacting to the sudden unnatural light, seven sets of murderous robot eyes swiveled onto the ruined door. Each belonging to one of Octavio's security drones, shaped like shiny chrome body-builders. They canned over Illya with an indifference no human was capable; their silicon brains failing to comprehend the blowtorch intensity of her sex appeal; or more importantly the utter ease witch which that slender eyes suspended 5 tons of steel.

Illya paused and give herself a few milliseconds to think. She bit her lips and side-eyed the still fleeing scientist. Again, picking out the card he had attempted to conceal under his coat. She could simply move herself to him and take it. She was sure that nothing in this place could slow her down or stop her. Then again, Octavio would surely be obliterated by such a violent approach.

She reexamined the robots. They were already crouching, turning, clawing at the air. Powerful hydraulics propelling a thundering wall of angry chrome at her. They were big and masculine, hulks of animated armor. She supposed she could indulge herself.

It was odd to face an opponent that didn't cower in the face of her beauty, or at-least leer drooling at her exposed skin. Their inhuman ferocity inspired a welling of adrenaline that warmed her tummy. She relaxed, left the door stuck in the ceiling, and let them come.

Illya had to get on her tip-toes to reach the first androids face. She crunched up its metal features like origami and stopped his charge dead in its tracks. The robot vibrated with mechanical confusion, hopelessly attempting to remove her single tiny hand. Instead she brought him to his knees in an authoritative motion, hard enough to dent floor-plate.

Illya’s radiant eyes already searched for her next target, ignoring the first androids pathetic attempts to stand up. The rest of the pack collided into him and his smaller teenage captor. 700lbs of helpless killer-robot crunched against her utterly immovable body. Her hand simply stayed put against his head, which in-turn submitted to the laws of physics.

Unable to inspire pain, the impact was only a pleasant massage. A burst of orange flame washed over her steadfast legs. The jagged scrape of twisted aluminium along her skin was a mild tease. Beneath the pleats of her skirt, a sturdy titanium shin snapped against her pillowy thigh, not even leaving a mark. Everywhere, the cold engineering of weaponry failed in contest with her care-free body. Illya’s curves imposed themselves upon anything they came up against. A tummy so flat, smile so precious, skin so immaculate, twin handfuls of boobs so bouncy; that they refused to compromise.

The survivors stumbled forward. For fun she karate-chopped one of them, slicing it in two and pile driving the remains into a wall. The rest crowded around grappling. Robotic arms shuddered with mechanical effort, squeezing and crushing. Her blouse tore and bunched up under their claws.

Even up-close, the acrid smell of burning oil and failing servos failed to penetrate Illya’s light flowery perfume. Through no conscious effort of her own. smoke, dirt, and spraying fluids shied away as if repelled by a magnetic field.

One attempted to pick her up in a bear hug. The floor wavered under its massive boots as it lifted harder and harder. Her toes refused to budge from the ground. Instead of moving her up, it could only force itself closer against her back.

Subject to unimaginable pressure, Illya’s impossibly perky ass barely bothered to yield; instead, and with a whine of tortured metal, robotic legs crumpled and bent. Her butt filled her girly white panties to the brim, and slowly imposed its spherical curve in negative, stamping into the armor plate as a perfect mold; even detailing every steam and stitch of her underwear into the metal. Her own bouncy softness overwriting and obliterating Octavio’s designs. A slight arch of her back pushed her butt out the tiny extra bit required to cave his hips apart with a satisfying crunch.

Wires ratcheted ever tighter, reaching further around her waist, snaking down between her thighs, and wrapping thicker and thicker restraints around her dainty wrists. Metal dust popped from the rough wires as they snapped taught, barely dimpling the smoothest skin of her inner thighs and tummy.

The reaching wires tickled like something flitting up her exposed belly button. “Ahaha stop” Illya giggled, writhing comfortably in their murderous grasp. The desperate hold of the hulking machines was like a comfy weighted blanket, barely suggesting against her freedom of movement.

Illya thought the robots were fast and aggressive. But they weren’t very creative at all. Their plan seemed to be to smash her to bits, and then when that failed, tear her to bits. It was pretty obvious they couldn’t pluck a hair from her head even if she let them try; and they were not working together.

An android attempted to rip her head off. Its harsh metal hands just squished her cheeks around. It tried headbutting, smashing brute metal features against her own delicate ones with wild abandon. Illya’s porcelain skin and long luscious eyelashes weren’t disturbed in the slightest.

She watched bemused as a mold of her pretty features steadily replaced the hammering Robots own face. She reached up, absentmindedly breaking and overpowering several arms. With a nudge she released the airlock door. The same weight she had bore on the end of two fingertips came crashing down onto the robots behind her, cleaving their bodies into pieces with a thunderous boom.

She swatted the next away with a dismissive backhand. It splattered against the wall. Illya hadn’t even moved, and she had already filled the room with twisted metal corpses and smoldering electronics. The two survivors changed tactics; they retreated, firing built in machine guns out of their arms.

The smell and smoke of gunpowder filled the narrow hallway as a steady stream of armor-piercing projectiles bounced off Illya’s soft glowing skin. Some flattened against her bare eyes, others zipped through her blouse before bouncing energetically from her breasts.

“Stupid perverts” she grumbled. With a flash of laser light from her eyes, every camera in the facility went dead, their sensors burnt to a crisp. Even the phone in Octavio’s pocket sizzled and burst with fire, causing him to stumble in some random hallway half a kilometer away.

Illya let her ruined uniform fall away, revealing acres of unblemishable whiteness. The room got appreciably brighter. Harsh muzzle-flashes weakened and muted into soft paleness as they cast upon her body. The tightness of her naval and round curve of her upper thighs were enough to stop a mans heart. Even under the continued assault of machine-gun fire, her breasts suspended themselves proudly on her chest, jigging slightly with each impact. Everything, the torrent of bullets, wrecked robotic components, and flying debris had failed to imprint a single scratch, mark, or smudge of grime anywhere on her.

The robots were boring opponents, they didn’t gasp with surprise or worship her divine female form. Still, confronted with their leering masculine faces she kept her arm modestly across her bare breasts; dimpling and squishing their perky softness in a way none of their assaults had yet managed. Illya’s spotless soles flattened tungsten projectiles and crunchy robot parts as she stormed towards the two perverted androids.They soon found themselves backed up against another solid steel bulkhead

Both the androids now pushed against Illya’s body. The two bulky robots seemed to cower before the naked, pouty, teen. Their servos complained and buzzed as they folded up and crunched against the bulkhead. Illya just kept walking forward, crushing them together into the wall like a car compactor. Their hands pushed against her tummy and legs as she just stepped forward, compacting them mercilessly against the tougher door.

With a final crunch she walked straight into the next room. Boiling hydraulic fluid from the dead robots slipped right off her perky boobs, down her tight navel and dripped onto the floor, refusing to stick to her skin. As the last drops of oil evaporated from her skin, the last physical evidence she was even in a fight disappeared.

~

Scrambling down an access hallway, clutching his prized tarot card. Octavio stumbled and winced with pain. He fell to the cool metal floor, fumbling with his pocket to toss his burning smartphone aside.

“Ouch what the fuck!” he exclaimed with frustration. More deep rumbling booms shook the walls around him, and the distant sound of machine guns.

“Sir” the computer started.

The lights dimmed and flickered.

“Sir, I’ve lost all visual sensors throughout the facility. I can make do with other means for now.”

Octavio examined his smoldering smart phone, his sharp eyes caught the pinprick hole in the camera lens. Looking up at a nearby security camera he saw the same thing. Something had zapped every camera everywhere all at once.

“The intruder is making quick work of our drones sir, we better keep moving.”

Octavio grimaced, ignoring the chemical burn in his pocket. If she could zap his camera why couldn’t she just zap his heart, or zap his spinal cord and leave him crippled on the floor. He pushed these thoughts to the back of his head and turned the corner towards his personal combat suit.

He had intended to keep her physically contained, but it seemed increasingly impossible. It also seemed that she didn't just want him dead, or maybe he would already be a smoking shadow on the wall. His priorities would need to shift towards keeping the card, and hopefully keeping his data until she left. Unfortunately she was already only one room away from his main laboratory which housed the shaving, and all the data itself.

Climbing a ladder and popping a hatch, he clambered inside his creation. A mix between a mech and a power-suit. A careful combination of streamlined curves and harsh mechanical blockyness. It was a pet project he felt suddenly grateful for. He sighed with relief as he settled into the familiar embrace of foam padding, heads up displays, and accessible toggles and paddles.

He felt a surge of power and strength directed through his fingertips. The restraints tore away as he stepped away from the rack. Weapons vibrated with power, eager to be unleashed on his command.

“Let’s kick her ass” he grinned, making his way back through the corridors, everything felt much more cramped from within his giant mech.

~

Still naked, Illya kept one eye on Octavio. She watched him clamber through a door, slide down a ladder and run into yet another room. She stepped into the main experimental chamber. Looking around with interest at the millions of dollars of machinery surrounding her.

She snapped her fingers, replacing her lost outfit in a bright pop of magic. Her pink and white battle uniform reappeared, complete with its frilly miniskirt and a form fitting silky blouse. The material rippled as she walked, hugging her small perky boobs from the front but showing off their bulging sides, along with way too much shoulder, armpit and back.Her already absurd posture straightened up even more as her long high-heel boots lifted her onto her toes, still showing off the round allure of her milky upper thighs all the way up the bottom of her very short skirt.

The ruined uniform was custom made. Commissioned by the mayor to represent the hopes and dreams of every schoolgirl in the prefecture. Now it was an oil soaked mess of holes. Octavio would pay. She let one hand reach out as she walked, at first gently caressing, and then pressing into racks of equipment. She traveled the length of the laboratory, sinking her fingertips a few inches into the sides of the numerous machines. Her fingers glided through hard-drives, power cables, compressed gas-lines, and storage cubbys all the same. Even in heels the insane torques and forces couldn’t push her off balance at all.

Sometimes a wire or hose would get caught on her fingers and stretch and snap, or a tougher piece of machinery would be dragged, tearing a jagged hole through a tabletop before disintegrating. No matter what happened, Illya’s fingers didn’t slow down one iota, and nothing scratched the delicate layer of gloss atop her nails either.

~

Clambering through the cramped metal hallways, Octavio got more and more angry listening to the echoing booms and crashes emanating from his favorite lab. It sounded like distant thunder as yet another million dollar machine toppled on its side and split open, subject to the whims of that dammed intruder.

He shook with anger. This teenage bitch had just destroyed decades of work. Decades of work she could never even comprehend or appreciate herself, it was just a sick game to her.

A sudden explosion blew into his path. Octavio didn’t flinch as little bits of debris rattled off his bulky armored suit. She had taken a shortcut.

A light moved behind the swirling steam and dust, casting confusing beams around the spacious hall. Finally the source emerged, tiptoeing between rubble in her heels.

Octavio bit his tongue, trying to weigh anger with desire. She was much more than he had perceived on the grainy monitor. The girl barely even seemed to acknowledge him, or that she had just blown through a thousand tons of rock. She yawned, stepping out to block his path.

She was short, even in the heels. But her long slender limbs made her seem taller than she was. Her hair and boobs bounced with each care-free step.

“Hello onii-chan!” she said. He stared at her plump pink lips and the little white pearly teeth behind.

“Sir” his AI chimed

“Shut up” hissed Octavio, his optics zooming in to examine her more, continually taken aback.

She was a magical girl, after all. Her effortlessly cute demeanor clashed awfully with his confused anger. He couldn’t help but stumble on how beautiful she was. with wonderful her platinum hair and the milkiest, clearest acres of skin. He drank in the teasing exposed portion of her legs, his eyes stuck to the alluring round shape of her sexy enticing thighs. After a second of drooling he dragged his attention up her mini-skirt and the waist hugging fabric. He could even see a hint of abs through the silky material, and her scandalously bare shoulders. She looked so cute and vulnerable.

“Sir…” his AI bugged.

Octavio looked her in her young, pretty face. He felt embarrassed and out of place in his bulky, armored, power suit. Afraid she would start giggling at him. She had all the bubbly confidence of a teenage girl, like she felt untouchable. He would have to prove her wrong.

“Hi, I think you know why I’m here” Illya said with a smile. “That card around your neck is magic, and well, I’m a magical girl soooo… I need it for myself.”

“You don’t realize what you’ve done you stupid girl” Octavio rediscovered his anger “You are going to be the only thing left worth studying after what you did to this place, and believe me I will get every last drop out of you”

Illya did a mock pout and looked at him with puppy eyes. Octavio could feel his heart softening from her supernatural cuteness. “please please please just give me the card, you know you can’t stop me from taking it, and I don’t want to miss breakfast”. She pleaded. She closed her eyes and breathed in, as if she was smelling the delicious sizzling bacon from here.

Octavio pinched himself to break free from Illya’s captivating presence. He couldn’t let himself get distracted by her beauty and had to focus on protecting his legacy, refusing to be threatened by a teenage girl.

Octavio raised his arm to reveal a bulky nuclear fusion laser beam, the entire suit whined with electronic power as it gathered energy. He grinned. Once her body was vaporized he would be missing the whole pile of extra scientific research to be gathered from her tight, young, sexy bod- he shook his head again. He enjoyed the irony that her stupid underestimation of science would be her instant downfall.

Layers of photonic shielding slammed over his eyes to prevent the red laser splash from blinding him, and a deafening ZAAAAAP issued from his suit.

Illya watched in slow motion as the laser beam swung towards her. As it blasted past, it flashed the steel of the walls and ceiling into molten metal. Causing small steam explosions that flung shrapnel everywhere. It burned through everything in its path, she could feel and hear it tearing apart the few surviving pieces of scientific equipment she hadn’t destroyed, melting through Octavio’s facility.

The blinding, white-hot beam came up against Illya’s soft, flawless skin. Playing against her bare shoulder like a pleasant warm shower. It cut across her eyes, she didn’t even let herself blink as the beam fruitlessly spent its energy against her face. The small percentage of laser-light reflecting from her pale skin wrought more destruction by itself. Melting the metal beneath her feet into molten slag. Illya remained stationary, hovering threateningly in the air as the floor fell away below.

Illya put on a smug condescending look and began to say “ummm, what was that supposed to teach me?” Only to be interrupted.

A massive steel piston drove through the ceiling, aiming to flatten Illya into the width of a piece of paper. Propelled by half a million tons of steam pressure, it caused the air to roar like an oncoming train before hitting.

CLANG! The entire thing stopped dead the instant it grazed her blonde hair. Obeying a cartoon logic incomprehensible to Octavio. He tried to do the napkin math in his head. This girl was inconceivably strong. He stopped the multiplication and just stared

“Ohh my god” Illya moaned, raising a single hand to push the hammer up and away from her undamaged head. The entire facility shook and groaned as forces and pressures unthinkable to its designer propagated to the surrounding structures.

Illya stepped out from under the steam hammer, and removed her few fingers holding back the weight. The entire building sighed with relief as she unleashed the pent-up pressure, allowing the hammer to crash through the floor with a deafening boom.

“As I was saying!” she continue- WHAM!

Octavio interrupted her again, his suit moved with a imperceptible blur. It’s gauntlet sent a snapped steel beam zipping towards her face at over the speed of sound. She gently reached out to catch it on the nose. The razor sharp jagged steel blunted and stopped against her palm.

“oh god, let me finish,” Illya grumbled, theatrically rolling her eyes.

She slowly pushed the metal aside, the beam bent like a wet noodle, caught between her dainty feminine arm and octavio’s sturdy robotic gauntlet. The suit grinded and shook with effort, trying, and failing to overpower the girl.

She grinned with happiness. This was nothing like those boring soulless robots. Seeing through Octavio’s suit she saw the mana pouring through his veins. She traced the path of his wide eyes as they flicked madly between her inviting thighs, pretty face, and her slender arm that was steadily overpowering him. She licked her lips, watching more and more mana pool into his raging erection.

The beam twisted and janked as Octavio’s leering eyes pumped more mana into her soul, causing her skin to glow even brighter white.

Octavio’s combat AI had kicked in, he was just a passenger as the computer directed his suits powerful abilities in a way best to protect him, far faster and more powerful than he could hope to control.

PPFFWIISHH the suits other arm hammered down, powered by a blast of compressed nitrogen. It smashed down on Illya’s head. BONK.

“Wah!” Illya cried as she was driven into floor like a fence post, her cute little legs pushing the metal and concrete aside like it was wet sand, Down below her boots, legs, and plump ass poked out of the ceiling, kicking uselessly in the air. She was wearing pure white panties that squeezed lewdly around her tight butt.

“mmhhmpp mphhmp” Illya mumbled, trying to speak with her face embedded inside the floor.

“What, you stupid brat!” Octavio sneered. As Illya’s cute face finally peaked out, he cocked his robotic arm and fired half a dozen 12 gauge shotgun shells right into her eyes and mouth.

“pbbp bppt” Illya spluttered, spitting out the lead balls that had harmlessly flattened themselves against her perfect white teeth.

“you are soo dead” she pouted.

With one more massive stomp, the huge robot sent Illya careening into the expansive workshop below, and followed, crashing through the ceiling and tumbling after.

“You’re really making a mess of this place!” Illya taunted.

Illya was about to stand up when the mech suit pounced upon her. It’s bulky, larger than life form clambered to grapple her to the ground. Flailing limbs smashed equipment and furniture to toothpicks as Octavio forced its substantial weight against Illya’s small girly body in a wrestling take-down.

From behind, the massive gauntlets made to force her face into the floor. A massive foot came down with earth-shattering force and stomped her bare back. Attempting to flatten Illya against the metal flooring.

Illya simply refused to be restrained, easily getting under herself and standing up. Her shapely legs didn’t even feel tired as her movement ignored the robot’s desperate attack and pushed it aside.

Octavio was cartoonishly lifted from the floor as Illya stood up. The walls and ceiling buckled and bent as Illya forced the mech up and away. Something had to give, and it wasn’t going to be her. The suit’s frame agonizingly strained and cracked, and finally the wall caved i,n tumbling the mech into the adjoining laboratory.

WAM! A massive CNC machine shattered against her and exploded into very expensive shrapnel. Illya just stood exactly where she was, unimpressed.

“Didn’t you already try that?”

WAPOW! The mechs titanium hand again. This time its thick steel gauntlet closed around Illya’s slender neck, and lifted her against the wall. She was so much shorter that her feet just dangled at the robots waist level as he crushed her against the wall.

“hey hey, I’m not into choking!” Illya joked, the gauntlet whirred with power as monofilament cables squeezed the iron fingers around her neck with enough pressure to crush a car into dust.

“comeon! Harder! Maybe it’ll actually do something?” Illya mocked, grinning lewdly at Octavio, somehow looking him right in the eyes through all the layers of armor plating.

“Sir, I don’t believe physical attacks are getting us anywhere,” his budget jarvis whispered into his earpiece.

“He’s right you know.” Illya bragged.

The wall crumpled behind her, still all the crushing gauntlet could do was barely indent her still perfect skin. “Just shut up you stupid girl!” Octavio growled, activating every random gizmo he could think of. In a desperate attempt to wipe that smug smile off her face. Concentrated jets of bear spray squirted into Illya’s open eyes; to nil effect. 1000000 volts of electricity crackled into her breasts, which just made her grin even harder; her boobs carelessly absorbing the full power of the labs reactor without even a hiccup.

“I’m running out of ideas sir” the combat ai said, static now obscuring its voice. “We need to calculate a solution quickly or you may not survive this encounter/”

“The teleporter! Start charging it up!” Octavio yelled, a new hope in his voice.

“Sir, that will require all the remaining power in this facility.”

“I don’t care, just do it, in the meantime we need to keep her busy.” Octavio grimaced.

Illya gripped the large metal digits around her neck, her small hands couldn’t even wrap around a single finger. “This is getting boring” she sighed, and started unwrapping its hold. Sparks angrily shot out the back of Octavio’s mech as the servos unwound; and cables snapped with awful whip cracks as she pulled its fingers backwards.

A foot long, razor sharp spike emerged from his other arm, and he began desperately punching into her tummy. Thud Thud Thud.

“Aaahahaha that tickles” Illya started giggling uncontrollably. The fearsome weapon blunted against her soft midriff, barely prodding her while the once-sharp tip became a dull rounded mess. Illya laughed and heaved in Octavio’s grasp “Noooo stop it!” she cried. She was really ticklish

She instinctively brought her knees up and kicked Octavio off of her, her legs sent him flying through multiple walls and crashing into the ground. The suit made a crater where it fell.

“Whoopsie” Illya said. Wiping tears from her eyes. The robot appeared to finally be dead. She genuinely hoped that Octavio would still be alive inside, although she had her doubts. She had been holding back this whole time, infact all of the damage was self inflicted so far.

Illya let herself drop to the floor and walked up to Octavio. He eyed her with mounting nervousness. His mech suit fell dead, it had turned into a claustrophobic iron prison. “shit” he muttered.

Illya reached down towards the inert chest plate. Her unstoppable fingers about to breach the final protective layer between Octavio and the environment. Then, with an sudden green zap she was gone.

Octavio groaned and tried to move. His breath fogged up the HUD in-front of him. The air inside already felt stuffy and hot.

If the computer had time it should have calibrated the teleporter for somewhere really nasty, maybe even just scattered her waveform out of existence. But there was no way of knowing.

She could be back at any moment, and he couldn’t stop her taking the card. It was clear at this point that she was mostly just fucking with him for her own amusement.

He strained and stretched trying to reach the emergency release with his fingers. His muscles struggling to budge the heavy mechanical joints that surrounded his arms. Finally with a hissing of escaping pressure the suit cracked open.

Octavio took the lanyard off, took one last look at his most prized treasure; and took off running for the cold-fusion reactor. The one thing that could probably dispose of the tarot card.

~

Illya opened her eyes on the lunar south pole. An instant wave of vertigo washed over her as she looked up at the looming pale blue earth. It was large in the sky. The low gravity and lack of atmosphere gave the palpable sensation that she could fall straight up into the air, into the infinite field of stars that wrapped all around her to touch the lunar horizon.

There was no sound at all up here. Her skin kept its healthy glow and she felt no discomfort at all. She took a few steps and examined the tiny footprints in the fine white Regolith. Footprints that would exist undisturbed for hundreds of millions of years, or at-least until a large enough rock hit the moon.

She held out an empty hand, and with a flash summoned Magical Ruby.

“Wow, how did end up out here?”

“I guess he had a teleporter”

“Huh, I didn’t think humans could do that”

“Yeah, look I think he gave up, he’s trying to get rid of the Assassin card”

Illya squinted up at her home planet. It looked odd, tilted at an unrecognizable angle and shrouded in clouds and oceans. She allowed her magical senses to guide her, zooming in and in until she again perceived the fleeing Octavio. This time a grim determination clouded his face, he was less than a minute away from destroying her objective.

She wondered if she was subject to the 3 light-second delay. Surely it wasn’t photons, limited to light-speed, that allowed her to see through the continental shelf from a quarter of a million miles away.

~

In a sleepy Tokyo suburb, a young man had three whole burners going. Illya was off doing an errand, but he was determined to impress her with today’s breakfast.

In one hand Shirou flipped a set of pancakes, in another he managed half a dozen over-easy eggs. “Shit!” he exclaimed as his elbow nudged the heavy cast iron full of sizzling oil and breakfast bacon.

It sailed towards his feet, he reached out to grab the burning heavy pan. In the blink of an eye something stopped his hand and snatched the pan out of the air. It took his brain a full moment to catch up to reality. Illya’s small gentle hand caught his wrist, while her other easily grabbed at the red-hot metal.

As his senses caught up, her flowery scent filled the room. He felt the soft reassuring touch of her hand on his arm and her soft warm body pressed against his back. She had actually moved him an entire foot to the side to avoid the splashing oil.

“aww it looks soo good, I’m so proud of you big brother” she cooed, letting Shirou’s arm free.

She carefully placed the pan back on the burner, ignoring the flames lapping against her indestructible skin. She had changed into a casual outfit of short comfy shorts and a revealing tank-top, not wanting to concern her brother with her fully powered up appearance.

“Thank you Illya you saved me again” Shirou chuckled, wondering just how she’d shown up in time. “Are you done with your errand yet?”

“mmm in a few minutes actually” Illya said, staring strangely off into the distance. “I’ve already put the dishes on the table, I’ll be back in a sec”

And in another blink she vanished again.

~

Octavio’s lungs burned and snot dribbled out of his face. He chugged along down twisted broken hallways. The scale of damage to the facility was just immense. He almost cried with frustration struggling to move a piece of concrete that blocked a door. He couldn’t help but visualize how completely effortless that girl would find the same task.

Octavio cursed his sedentary lifestyle, as he pushed his heart to the brink. Icy cold filled the dark metal hallways the closer he got to the reactor. Now, there were actual icicles hanging from exposed pipes, and a thickening layer of frost plastered on every surface.

Finally, the reactor core itself came into a sight. A metal sphere the size of a small house leaking harsh beams of white light. Tubes and ducts pumped reactants and products in and out of the freezing maelstrom within. A tiny point the size of a pinhead beneath all that metal was the actual reaction itself. That is where he would throw this card, and get the last laugh. Then he could focus on rebuilding his legacy.

Just a few more steps. He reached under his shirt for the lanyard, ready to wrench open the porthole and toss it within.

“Ah! caught you!” an unmistakable sing-song voice and soft magical glow filled the room.

Octavio’s desperately reaching arm seized to a halt. He blinked and she was in-front of him; almost breaking his nose against her suddenly appearing forehead. He didn’t feel the slightest hint of give as Illya’s small girly arms directly overpowered his own. She had him like a puppet, one hand grasping each of his wrists gently and securely. She uncomfortably pulled his hands away from his chest and forced them outstretched at either side. His muscles bulged and shook pathetically against her own relaxed ones.

She smiled at him with concern. He wailed in frustration and rage. He kicked and pushed with his feet, trying to move. His shoes scraped uselessly, pushing rubble around on the floor; her small soft body manhandling his larger sinewy one.

“Stop, you don’t know what’s in that card!” he pleaded, close to tears. He felt impotent shame as his body reacted to her presence. His dick hardening from her closeness and girly smell.

He noticed the change of outfits. He was just inches away now from her glorious softness. Now she appeared in a casual set of short-shorts and a pale yellow cropped tank-top. Lighting up the entire room with tons of bare skin including all the way down her long legs to her little painted toenails. He stared hypnotized at her flat tummy and bulging round thighs.

He struggled to remain on his feet, but she lowered him to the ground. His legs buckling uselessly against her superior strength. There she held him on his knees with one hand. She was so small he still came almost up to breast level. He marveled up close at how her slender feminine muscles somehow generated the immense force he felt on his shoulder. He couldn’t move a single millimeter, as if held by a statue. Until she moved, and the statue proved to have a bouncy set of boobs, soft wonderful skin, and pretty animated eyes.

She reached over to grab something, dragging Octavio behind her, at her mercy. When bent over, he struggled to lean over to get a closer look at her tight butt, but her hold prevented him.

“There we go” Illya grinned, picking out a chunk of shattered I-beam. She pinched the end in two fingers and dragged it out from a pile of rubble. “Hold this real quick” she joked.

Her two fingers lowered the substantial weight into Octavio’s arms. He let of a deflated ‘Oof’ as the weight instantly dragged him to the floor and pinned him helplessly to the ground.

He writhed with token resistance as Illya reached into his shirt. Really his body tightened up from the closeness of her chest to his, the way her breasts filled out her tank-top, the warmness of her breath on his cheek.

“You can’t understand that card, it’s a totem of death!” he pleaded, blatantly staring down her shirt.

Illya looked at him like he was dumb. “Umm duh, I’m literally magic, what makes you think you understand this card better than I do”

He felt a sparkle of electricity as her fingers grazed him, grabbing at the card. Rune combinations and energy he had never seen lit up across its face as she handled it, magical energy flowing into the ancient device. He took one last look at the terrifying skeletal visage as she lifted it away

For a while Illya knelt, consulting with Ruby, scratching a complicated magic circle into the rubble.

Octavio stared, burning every angle of her body into his memory. The cute spot on her neck where her gorgeous platinum hair cascaded down, the tightness of her tummy contrasted with her perky perfect ass that generously filled her tight shorts. Despite the heat of his attraction, he shivered. The cold of the freezing reactor seeping deeper into his bones.

He could see his breath in-front of him. Octavio wondered naively if the girl was cold too, but he doubted it. He craved her warm relieving touch more than ever before.

Illya looked over at the pathetic sight of the pinned scientist. “Oh, are you cold?” she asked, almost comically standing there in her casual summer attire.

Illya filled her lungs with a deep breath, pushing her breasts dramatically higher on her chest. And then slowly breathed out a torrent of sweet warm air. The girls lungs quickly overpowered the freezing dark heart of the cold-fusion machine. Icicles dripped and melted into water, frost was chased from the walls and ceiling.

The sweet perfumed air made Octavio drowsy and much more horny. He relished the opportunity to breathe something that came from her. He watched small flowers and patches of grass start to grow among the dirt and rubble of the previous battle. Wherever Illya’s warm soothing breath touched, it healed. The minor scrapes and cuts and bruises that Octavio had sustained wiped away as her warm breath filled the entire space.

Satisfied, Illya strutted around, holding up the class card and waving it back and forth. “There’s barely any signal in this stupid place” she grumbled. Finally, she stopped, took a step back and it glowed even brighter.

A harmonious whine cut the air while a piece of reality turned sideways. A glowing door opened into nothing, Octavio’s eyes widened with uncontrollable desire as the second hottest girl he had ever seen tumbled out onto the harsh concrete rubble. Despite falling 5 feet onto sharp re-bar and rock her skin neither scuffed or bruised. He knew right away that she was more trouble.

She lay semi-conscious on her knees, seeming lethargic. Long black straight hair cascaded around her bare slender shoulders, and down around her tight body. This new-girl was taller than Illya but with much larger breasts, and dark purple eyes that swirled and glittered all the same.

“aha you’re back” Illya welcomed her “lets get you charged up, and then we can go enjoy some panackes!” Octavio felt suddenly ignored, and feared he’d be left alone, trapped under the cold weight of the I-beam across his chest.

The new arrival perked up as soon as she noticed Octavio. She turned and sniffed the air, her glittery violet eyes locked onto Octavio's glowing aura; sensing the mana flowing through his body.

"Yes, good-girl, thats what you need" Illya cooed, playing with her long dark hair. She stood up and away from the naked girl, revealing more of her body.

Her naked skin was paler than Illya's; it contrasted with her long black hair that flowed past her shoulders and barely censored her bountiful round breasts. Like Illya's they naturally supported themselves high her on her chest, but they were much larger. Head-sized bouncy balls of joy, each with a pert little pink nipple at their tip. They quivered lightly with every breath and movement, glistening in their own natural light. Her tight waist flowered into a wide set of hips that supported a toned, tight midriff. Her hair cascaded down further, some of it pooling between her thick juicy thighs, that had pushed aside re-bar and crushed concrete to dust as she sat down.

Octavio was practically feral with desire at this point, which just made the two girls glow even brighter as their magic naturally resonated off his energetic mana. The warm sweet air that Illya had released still making his head spin slightly with intoxication.

The new-girl, the omen of death, crawled towards Octavio now while Illya watched approvingly. Her breasts swinging pendant towards Octavio's face. Her slender fingers dug at Octavio's clothes, easily tearing apart his leather belt as if it was cotton candy and shredding his pants apart. His cock sprung rock hard from his destroyed underwear and stood to attention, where she stared at it hungrily.

Octavio let out a pained grunt as she straddled his waist, she was surprisingly heavy for her size, her plump thighs and ass crushing the air out of him. He put his hands on her, trying to make room to breathe, but found her immovable as solid rock.

The piece of I-beam that he had struggled with for so long was roughly pushed aside nearly taking his head off. Her exploring hands went under his clothes and tore more of them aside.

Octavio got one last look at her hungry face, her moist kissable lips, and the thick dark eyelashes surrounding her swirling irises. Her perky delicious tits came down and smothered his face completely. Octavio squirmed with pleasure underneath her. His mouth searched for her hard pink nipples, enjoying their heavy oppressive weight. He found one and greedily sucked as hard as he could.

He felt her weight shift as her warm plump ass dragged lower. She rocked her hips, driving him into the rough concrete with the unstoppable force of an excavator. The wonderful cushioning behind her strength only just made it bearable as she slipped him inside her juicy, tight, pussy. Octavio tried to gasp only to have his mouth stuffed with dense springy flesh. She was tasty.

One of her hands came down and pinned his arm helplessly against a sharp piece of concrete. It hurt as her smaller palm easily crushed his forearm into pointy cut rebar. He felt his breath getting short as she moaned with pleasure. His dick was crushed and pulled inside her by her inner muscles, every part of her body proving infinitely superior to his own.

He struggled with his free hand for oxygen, pawing desperately at her oppressive smothering tits. He tried biting, knowing it was futile, at-least enjoying her sweet taste in her mouth. His free arm could barely budge her breasts, he could only uselessly sink his fingers into their softness but not really move them at all.

She continued to moan with pleasure, either unaware or just uncaring as Octavio started to pass out. His hips bucked and pushed; not changing her rhythm. Her thick thighs just pushed him around, riding her ass into his hips over and over again. Her pussy crushed his dick almost painfully tight, the juicy softness massaging its head intensely towards climax.

Octavio started to panic as her tits pushed down even harder, pinning his head solidly against the cold floor. Finally, at the last second, he was granted sweet relief.

Illya stepped in, and grasped her wrists, easily pulling her upper body away from Octavio's bullied and bruised face. Freeing Octavio's hands to grab at her ass and pretend he was moving her eagerly pumping hips. His fingers sunk into her two plump ass cheeks and held on for dear life.

Illya softly restrained her from hurting or crippling Octavio. She massaged one of her large breasts, easily pushing and compressing it in a way that Octavio's larger masculine hands couldn't. While the pale princess of death continued to ride his punished dick, Illya kneeled next to his head and started to make out with her, getting her own fill of mana. Their tongues playing in each-others mouths, pushing into each-other and playing along their white teeth with more force than any of Octavio's man-made weapons had generated all day.

Mana poured out of Octavio's dick and filled the dark haired girl, she shuddered and twitched with pleasure, glowing brighter and brighter. Octavio's dick was crushed and sucked completely dry as she arched her back and clamped down harder and harder. Even Illya let out a light whine of pleasure as Deaths tits filled her hands and her tongue wrapped around hers, Octavio's mana pouring into both of them. This was the last sight that Octavio managed to hammer into his memory before he lost consciousness.

~

He woke up shivering in the dark, frost stinging his exposed skin. Only the dim light of the reactor allowed him to see, and the girl was no longer here to warm him up with her magical breathe.

He picked himself up, trying to cover his nakedness with his shredded clothes.

"Computer?"

No response, everything was still dead.

He wandered through the icy darkness, wondering if that little shred of tarot card was still buried somewhere under the wreckage of an electron microscope.

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Pub: 21 Dec 2025 07:20 UTC

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