Super Enchanted Prizehunter Miko Neko by Charon MacDonald

Super Enchanted Prizehunter Miko-Neko



By Charon MacDonald









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Super Enchanted Prizehunter Miko-Neko

“Episode 1- Dark Ritual, Tap One Necromancer”

Her lungs heaving, her body as hot as if

it were on fire, Umiko pressed herself against

the cool wall of the basement, the rough brick Umiko- “child of the sea”, the name given to the

scraping against her cheek. Mmm... It felt as catgirl by Kazahe Yasuo, the head

wonderful to the young catgirl, as if someone Priest of the Shinjara Temple in the

were gently petting her, so she rubbed her Koso District, upon his encountering the

cheek up and down on the cool red bricks, young orphan twelve years ago during a

almost purring in delight. Her palms lay flat brutal rainstorm.

against the wall, and without realizing it her

fingers curled slightly with need, red brick Personal Data File (Kazahe Umiko):

cracking and falling to the ground in a growing Height: 168cm (5‟6”)

pile. Umi‟s tail twitched and flexed, showing her Bust: 91.5cm (36”, C-cup size)

burning cravings in a much more obvious way. Waist: 61cm (24”)

Her tail darted between her legs, and plunged Hips: 89cm (35”)

forward into brick, punching a hole through the Age: 18

thick basement wall. She gasped at the Gender: Female

unbelievable feeling, as her tail slowly ripped it‟s Hair: Dark Green

way upwards, mortar crumbling and brick Eyes: Dark Green

splintering at the relentless motion of her long, Race: KimuraNeko (Cat-Beast)

thin, dark-furred tail. Religion: Shinjara, disciple

Favorite Food: Fish

Further gasps came from her throat, Hobbies: Bargain Hunting & Gymnastics

little panting noises escaping as her body Likes: Humans, Magic, Clothes

shivered with uncontrollable urges. She ground Dislikes: Car Chases, being called Miko

herself against the wall, the side of her face Occupation: Prizehunter

digging into the surface, red dust covering her

cheek and lips, as even her sweet lips were Umiko‟s tail- previously a „useless appendage‟,

much harder than the rough brick. Umiko‟s Umi‟s tail shows her emotions- standing

breasts scraped against the rugged wall, her straight up when she is angry, darting back

nipples digging new vertical channels with each and forth when she is nervous or ready to

pass. Her tail continued it‟s implacable crawl attack, curling when she is playful or

upwards, leaving a gouge in the tough material daydreaming. Recently, she has also gained

that shattered further as her legs pushed the conscious control over her tail and can even

bricks back against the layer of stone use it as an extra hand and arm, with all the

surrounding the building, until the bricks had no strength of the rest of her body, and a few

more give and crumbled instead. tricks of it‟s own. Sometimes Umiko‟s tail

acts on her subconscious desires.

Her eyes closed, Umi rubbed her nose

back and forth into the soft crumbling surface of

the brick wall, smiling adorably as she felt the

material split apart. Her fingers dug deeper into

the wall, trying to get a purchase so she could

rub harder against this soft caress that felt so

good. Umi‟s tail had made a line a half meter

long, starting between her knees, and finally

pulling out of the wall to rub across something

harder- her supple breasts. A moan erupted

from deep in her throat, echoing off the four

walls and causing a shudder to run through the

entire warehouse above the young catgirl, lost in

the overwhelming sensations.



Her tail sought out one nail-hard tip of

her young breasts, and squeezed with all its

muscular might. Umiko shivered, huge chunks

of brick crashing to the floor as her hands

plunged deep within the wall, finding the slightly

harder stone behind the brick and beginning to

crush that as well. Small cries of pleasure now

came from her young lips as her tail slid further

forward, passing between her legs, and up

around both conical breasts like a python. The

tip of her tail hunted her one nipple as the body

of her tail wrapped around her firm mounds and

pressed deep into the flesh.



Umiko squeezed her legs together,

trying to contain this voracious beast, but could

do nothing to stop her own tail from rubbing

against the lips of her youthful snatch. The cries

of pleasure blended into one long highpitched

sound as her tail squeezed both breasts, and

flicked across one nipple, the brick wall

providing no more obstruction than air. Umi

slammed into the wall, bricks exploding all

around her, and fell to her knees, exhausted.

KimuraNeko- “Cat-Beast”, Kimuras are human-

The teenage KimuraNeko lay, panting, hybrid creatures, born with bestial traits

for several minutes, before she finally came to specific to one type of animal. Kimura

her senses and lethargically looked around her. creatures are more animal than „human‟,

Umi‟s eyes fell on the cracks, holes, and vertical their instincts sometimes interfering with

tears in the brick wall and she touched their their ability to fit into society. A large

rough edges with very hesitant fingers. number of Kimuras end up as criminals due

to these overpowering instincts.

“What could do this?” Her hand felt

strange, and she looked down at her glove.

Seeing the palm of the fingerless glove torn up,

she looked at her other hand and saw it was the

same. “Oh, no!” Umiko looked down and saw

the front of the blouse of her uniform in tatters. Tora Maris- Umiko‟s partner and roomate, a

She crossed her arms over her bare breasts and female human marksman with Gunbuster

shrieked, crying out for help! “MAAARIIISS!!!!” special expertise. Umi looks up to Maris as

an „older sister‟, but secretly has a crush on

(Two hours ago) the human mystic-sharpshooter.



“You all have your assignments.” Chief Mikan Shizuku- a prizehunter agency, with a

Hosyu looked at the room full of Mikan Shizuku large number of Kimuras (roughly equal to

employees in their company uniforms. He really the number of humans) working for the

enjoyed that policy set by the main office company at the Koso Branch. Their head

uptown, and looking at a room half-full of office is rumored, but only the outside of the

identically clothed women. Hosyu was just like building has been seen. The head office

his namesake in the office- conservative, communicates by computer email, and

practical, and always complaining that no-one sometimes by phone- to the boss, and only

ever completed their paperwork. But in reality, for very special assignments.

beyond that calm and professional exterior lay

the heart of a real hentai. Although he didn‟t Hatago Hosyu- head of the Koso Branch office

have the resources that he would have wanted, of Mikan Shizuku, dedicated employee, but

to put video cameras in the women‟s changing incurable lech. KimuraKaeru (toad-beast),

room. Hosyu cleared his throat, and kept his 39, with a remarkably long and agile tongue,

eyes on his notes as he continued. used for both combat and espionage.

“This is a big deal to the home office. It could

affect our end of the month bonuses. So please, Mikan Shizuku uniform (male, standard) dark

everyone, try to get this one right...” He pleaded blue jacket with black stripes, black

with them, dreading the upcoming operation. fingerless gloves, navy blue sleeveless

Every time, something went dreadfully wrong. It shirt, black pants, black sunglasses, narrow

was giving him a case of the nerves, typing up black boots (ankle high), scabbard across

the reports to send back to the home office. So back (if swordsman), shoulder holster (if

far... he hadn‟t been replaced, and the Koso marksman). Only earrings allowed.

Branch‟s damage claims kept getting paid, but

his skin went dry every time that he saw how Mikan Shizuku uniform#1 (female, standard)-

little his district office claimed in prize money for dark blue jacket with black stripes, navy blue

their captured criminals, compared to how much sleeveless blouse, dark blue mid-thigh

they spent on spells and ammunition, weapon pleated skirt, black stockings (above knee),

and armor repairs, vehicle expenses, and all the narrow black boots (ankle high), black

numerous damages to citizens and property sunglasses, black fingerless gloves,

during the field operations. scabbard across back (if swordswoman),

under-shoulder holster (if marksman). Only

Hosyu wet his fingers in the bowl of earrings allowed.

water on the podium and wiped his head. He

was already starting to dry up from looking at all Mikan Shizuku uniform#2 (female, high fashion)-

the eager gleams in the employees‟ eyes. “Try navy blue armless dress with thigh slits,

to take someone alive this time...” The frog black pantyhose, narrow black boots, black

begged, his words coming out along with a low gloves (above elbow), inner thigh holster (if

moan. As the groups started forming up and marksman), outer thigh scabbard (if

discussing battle plans, he left them to their swordswoman), Any and all jewelry allowed.

squad leaders and retreated to his office.

Maybe he could just lock the door, turn off the Personal Data File (Tora Maris):

lights, and hide from the inevitable bills for Height: 175cm (5‟9”)

damages when they started pouring in... Bust: 94cm (37”, C-cup size)

Waist: 63.5cm (25”)

“Maris!” Umiko squealed in delight, and Hips: 91cm (36”)

cuddle-tackled her partner, arms squeezing the Age: 21

human‟s middle, and her cheek rubbing against Gender: Female

her partner‟s stomach, just under her breasts. Hair: Auburn

Umi‟s tail curled up tight, showing her joy. “Did Eyes: Hazel

you see? We‟re working with Masato!” Her Race: Human

voice sounded dreamy, and Umiko was in fact Religion: Buto, non-practicing

already thinking about how she‟d go out after the Favorite Food: Teriyaki Chicken

arrests, and spend her prize money on a Hobbies: Basketball & Street Racing

shopping spree with the human sorcerer. He Likes: Guns, Plush Dolls, Jewelry

was so cool, so confident, so... yummy. Dislikes: Movies with sad endings

Occupation: Prizehunter

“Hey...” The wolf-boy sounded hurt, as

the apprentice sorcerer and marksman came up Chasuhara Masato- human sorcerer, 28, prize

behind them, carrying an armful of magical hunter veteran of several years, chooses to work

paraphernalia. “And me, too...” for a smaller company where he can pursue

study and application of magic in his own way,

“I wouldn‟t forget you, Eiji!” Umiko rather than being forced to conform to a specific

replied, beaming warmly at him. Maris smirked- discipline. Affects a cool and calm manner but

Umiko wouldn‟t forget the wolf-boy, as long as has lustful feelings for both Umiko and Maris.

he was still partnered up with Masato. The

catgirl had the attention span of her animal Kenjo Eiji- KimuraLupin (wolf-beast), 19, but

nature, about ten seconds for anything that very immature. Apprentice to Masato, and a

wasn‟t in her sight. Or anything that doesn’t quick student. Has excellent magical power and

affect her family. Maris was pleased that she good control, but poor physical skills and

was part of that family- she enjoyed Umiko‟s sometimes can become distracted in combat.

company, even if the catgirl was more trouble

than she was worth. Now if only she’d finally

develop some Kimura abilities, or even a Kimura abilities- special talents developed by

Shinjara ritual... hybrid man-beasts, usually of a physical

nature such as enhanced damage from

“So, Miko, are you finally going to show claws, horns, or fangs, protective armored

us any of your power?” Maris asked, mockingly. skin, enhanced speed, venom production,

“You heard what the boss said. This is an etc. but can also include levitation,

important mission. We can‟t afford to have you invisibility, sonar, fire or electric projection,

slow us down.” She laughed softly at Umiko‟s and other energy-related characteristics.

hurt expression, as the catgirl pulled her head

back to look up over the swell of her partner‟s Shinjara ritual- religious ritual, used for dispelling

uniformed bust. “Maris... you‟re so mean!” Umi demons and other disruptive influences,

rubbed a hand across her face, “myaaaw... I including spirits and elementals.

want to have special abilities, like your

gunbuster skills, or magic like Masato‟s-“ Gunbuster skills- technological / mystical ability

which only humans can utilize, allowing

“And mine!” Eiji raised his hand for guns to produce energy-based effects, or

recognition, the spell equipment falling out of his vastly improve damage, range, accuracy,

arms and onto the floor. He dove to pick up the rate of fire, ammunition capacity.

fragile foci, his tail standing straight up in horror.

“-and Eiji‟s...” Umiko added, quickly. “But I keep

trying and trying and nothing happens. And

Mar-ris” she added, plaintively, “...call me Umi.”



“Maris. Eiji. Umiko. We‟re to take the

basement, right after Team One.” Masato‟s Nomi Haro- KimuraInoshishi (Boar-Beast), 26, a

cloak billowed in the breeze from the open door very competent but overly aggressive

to the garage. “Haro and Jun will be leading the prizehunter, specialties in axes, athletics.

assault. Our role tonight will be support.” His Mikan Shizuku team leader.

dark eyes swept across the two female

prizehunters, Umiko‟s arms still tight around Tanhaze Jun- An unusually large but pure-

Maris‟s body, her face nuzzling just below the blooded human, 28, uses wrestling martial

young woman‟s breasts. Masato‟s face turned arts, but prefers gunbuster combat with fully

red and, coughing into his hand, he quickly automatic weapons. Nomi Haro‟s partner.

looked at Eiji instead. His apprentice paused in

picking up the spell foci, one scroll case slipping Prizehunter- a type of mercenary that captures

out of his arms, to clatter to the floor. criminals and collects rewards established

by police or other legally sanctioned

Masato sighed. Eiji was so dedicated to sources.

Kaiden magic that he resembled a dog more

than a wolf at times, and while his magic Kaiden magic- a style of magic dealing primarily

prowess was impressive for the time he‟d spent with the elemental spirits existing in nature.

at the craft... his physical skills ranked right Can provide damaging elemental effects,

below Umiko‟s power level. Poor, or none at all. movement, protection, but has little sensory

Masato‟s fingers moved at his side, his voice or healing ability. Requires speech and

murmuring the incantation to a spell. minor gestures if foci are not used. Foci

tend to be fragile due to low-tech,

“Spirits of the wind, aid me in this task: individually crafted, requirements.

Levitation!” The human sorcerer‟s eyes

narrowed, and the spell equipment he focused

his gaze on lifted into the air. He spun on his

heel, cloak spreading out behind him as he

turned, and walked into the garage, most of the

spell equipment following after. Eiji ran after

him, carrying what he could in his arms.

Masato makes magic seem so easy. Umiko

thought, enraptured, as she watched him leave.

He’s so cool. I wish I had a cloak like that- Masato‟s cloak- an unnamed but ancient

Sorcerers get to break the company dress elemental spirit of darkness and wind, which

code... “Maybe I should be a sorcerer.” Umiko gives Masato the powers of flight, projectile

murmured to herself. “Then I could wear cool deflection, and a shroud of darkness. Like

clothes like Masato.” Umi‟s tail, Masato‟s cloak tends to

emphasize its master‟s moods by billowing

Maris pried Umiko‟s arms off from her around him when he has dramatic moments.

waist, and headed through the garage to get into

her car. “Come on, slowpoke. Hurry up!” Maris‟s car- a red Koya Motors 2039 “individual

rotation” model Rihanko. In this production

Umiko scampered after Maris, racing on all line, each wheel has an individual motor and

fours to catch up. “Nyaaaww, you‟re so mean!” rotational axis, allowing for greatly enhanced

maneuvering. Maris has upgraded her car

(Thirty minutes ago) with an enhanced suspension system,

greater power delivery, and direct-clamp

“We‟re entering the stairwell to the brakes, for street racing and for work. She

basement now.” Haro grunted into the radio. has not named her car, but still considers it

Behind the assault team of part-timers, the the „third member‟ of her team.

wounded were being taken to the warehouse

floor and attended to. The enemy‟s zonbies Part-Timers- mercenary employees of Mikan

were being bagged up, and their weapons set Shizuku, entitled to only part-time wages,

aside for the police impound. and minimal bonuses, typically having low

skill levels and no special abilities but

Haro and Jun led their team down the appearing in large numbers. Are not bound

stairwell, two pairs of part-timers following by employee dress code, only required to

behind and covering the advance. Masato and openly and obviously wear the symbol of the

Eiji followed closely behind Haro and Jun, and company they work for.

then the remaining mercenaries travelled in a

pack, with Maris and Umiko buried in the middle. Zonbi- a corpse, animated by dark magic to

perform tasks for the creator. They do not

“I‟m not going to make any money way retain memories or personality from their life.

back here.” Maris complained, her assault rifle

resting against her shoulder, pointed up at the

ceiling. Umiko paced alongside, and pouted.

“Don‟t be greedy, Maris. You killed three

zonbies already- by yourself! I can‟t make ANY

money working with you...” Maris laughed at the

frustrated look on Umiko‟s face. “But I have to

buy bullets, and Gunbuster potions. I can‟t Gunbuster potions- gunbuster abilities require a

afford to wait- I should be up front.” She sighed large amount of the user‟s energy to activate

as she looked at the catgirl. You’ve got it easy. and maintain. To replace this energy during

or after extended battles, potions can be

Umiko thought about being up ahead imbibed. Otherwise, only rest and time will

and sighed dreamily. “I wish I was up there with restore the user‟s energy.

Masato, too... I wonder what they‟re doing now.”



“Careful,” Masato warned, “even I can

feel the dark energies at the bottom of the

stairs.” Haro grunted again, and peered around

the last corner. A burst of heavy weapons fire

filled the stair and Haro fell backwards to avoid

being hit. “Damn!” Jun yelled, and stepped in

front of his partner, his machinegun spitting

bullets down into the darkness, and dozens of

shell casings falling at his feet. The two

foremost part-timers moved next to Jun, firing

short but continuous bursts at the murky ink at

the base of the stairs.



“Eiji, a light spell!” Masato ordered,

snapping his staff into full extension.



“Um, right, Masato- Spirits of heaven Spirits- everything in nature has a spirit,

and the sun, cast aside the shadows which according to Kaiden principles. Only

cover my sight, and reveal my enemy: manufactured items, places, and materials

Illuminate!” The dog-boy motioned with his do not. Kaiden magic summons distant

hands as he chanted the spell. spirits to aid the sorcerer‟s desires.

Depending on the type of spirit chosen, a

A brilliant flare of light spread out from spell may have different effects while still

the wolf-boy, and blew back the shadows which accomplishing the same feat. The proximity

concealed... a giant zonbi, of some kind of of the spirit (or spirit‟s element) determines

lizard, carrying a vulcan cannon that dwarfed how much of the caster‟s energy is required

even Jun‟s assault weapon. The huge gun fired to produce the desired result, and the

off-target, bullets impacting the wall above the maximum power of the spell.

attackers, causing a shower of stone chips and

dust to spray down on the Mikan Shizuku team.

Two more part-timers moved into position, all

five gunmen firing down the stairwell into the

zonbi, bullets tearing at the lizard body,

impacting the chest, and taking large chunks out

of arms and thighs. The cannon roared again, a

line of devastation approaching the squad of

gunmen. A loud sound echoed in the stairwell

even over the automatic gunfire as a recovered

Haro brought his backup weapon, a large-bore

shotgun, into play. A spread of pellets tore open

a large hole in the zonbi‟s side, and the

approaching death was diverted to pass once

again over their heads.



Above them, Maris and Umiko were

shoved aside by the rush of part-timer

mercenaries heading down into the firefight.

Maris tried to keep up, but when Umi shrieked,

her partner chose to rescue the catgirl from

being trampled rather than rush downstairs with

the other reward-hungry gunmen.



“You...” Maris ground her teeth together,

as Umiko apologized and apologized. “I‟m

sorry, I‟m sorry- there‟s just no room to move on

these stairs, and there‟s so many of them...”

The catgirl had wanted to run and jump ahead,

to help protect Masato, but she couldn‟t do any

acrobatics in the small stairwell. Maris just

grabbed the girl‟s collar and dragged her along

with, heading downstairs behind the main body

of their assault force. “You better not cost me

any part of my prize money, Umiko!”

Umiko shrieked, her eyes filling with tears at the

rough treatment. “Maris, be nice to me- not

so haaaard!!!”



“I don‟t like this.” Masato said, holding

his staff in front of him, and closing his eyes.

“There‟s too much energy down there... too

much for just one zonbi.” Eiji looked worried at

this news. “Spirits of the earth, those who hold

nature’s force in their grasp, show me what

darkness pollutes your land: Analyze Magic!”

His staff glowed, and Masato perceived the

zonbi‟s energy force, of pure darkness, filling the

body of the creature, almost ready to leak out.

His eyes shot open- “It‟s a trap!” He yelled, and

swept around the corner. Eiji held a small folded

paper box in his hand, and sent his energy into Spell Box- a one-use (and very fragile) magical

it- and from there into Masato‟s staff. tool useful to several different magical

styles, spell boxes can store magical

The zonbi‟s vulcan cannon exploded energy, and either channel it into an

from Haro‟s second shotgun blast, and the zonbi inscribed spell or act as a conduit to another

began to fall backwards. A wave of life-draining sorcerer, foci, or spell effect.

darkness shot forward, filling the stairwell and

outlining the humans and beasts that stood Masato‟s staff- enchanted staffs allow energy to

there. Masato thrust his staff forward, cape be directed more efficiently into straight-line

spreading out to either side behind him. A offensive spells, or wall-style defensive

protective shield met the dark wave, and spells. They are not usable by any other

shattered. The necromantic energy continued to sorcerer unless the staff‟s enchantment has

spread upward, filling the stairwell. Maris and been retuned to the new owner.

Umiko, behind the mass of collapsing soldiers,

were caught by the fringe of the spell and Necromancy- a European school of magic

slumped against each other, Umiko‟s face involving the use of life force. Strong in

against the human‟s chest, Maris‟s gun falling to protection, strength and health boosts,

the floor as she tried to support her partner. offensive spells focus on energy drains

instead of elemental damage. Some

(Twenty minutes ago) necromancers can impart motion and minor

mental ability into corpses, making servants

“I think they‟re all still alive,” Umiko or soldiers. Most necromancers prefer to

whispered to her partner, and took her hand off use stored life force, or drain energy from a

the part-timer‟s neck, “but they look tired. We target‟s death to power their spells.

should let them sleep.” Maris kept her assault Necromancy is illegal, a level one offense.

rifle aimed down the stairwell toward the origin

of the life-draining dark wave, and crept forward. Shock Wand- a metal rod with an insulated grip,

Umiko followed silently. She shifted the shock a powerful electric cell in the handle allows

wand to her right hand and kept her thumb on an intense current to be delivered to a target

the activation button while her watchful eyes touched by an activated wand. The level of

swept the steps for any surprises. Maris slid electricity can be set from irritating and

against the wall at the final turn of the stairs, her painful jolts, to a maximum setting to stun

feet next to Eiji‟s head, and she motioned for humans and beasts usually for around one

Umiko to check the wolf-boy for signs of life. hour, unless a resistance to electricity is

possessed by the target. Illegal shock

Umiko hesitated. She didn‟t want to find wands have been found that were modified

a cold body, to know all of a sudden that Eiji to deliver lethal amounts of electricity.

really was dead. It would hurt so much. And to Shock Wand users are protected from their

go around the corner, where Masato had been... wands by a user-specific low level

it would destroy her to find Masato‟s lifeless dispersion field.

corpse covered by a motionless cloak. Her

hand trembled as it crept toward Eiji‟s body. His

eyes opened, staring up at the ceiling.



Umi‟s scream echoed through the

stairwell.



“Owwww... Maris!” Umiko rubbed the

crown of her head as Maris scowled and looked

away. Eiji lay on the stairs, unable to even

move, and barely able to talk. His lupine eyes

fixed on Umiko‟s catlike pupils. “Umiko... is

Masato...?” She bit her lip. “I don‟t know, Eiji,

we haven‟t found out yet.” He struggled to sit up

and failed. “Eiji.” Maris‟s controlled voice was

directed at him while she kept her gun and

attention on the corner. “If you can‟t stand, you

should stay here until help arrives. Umiko.”



“Yes, Maris?” Umi murmured, looking

from Eiji‟s prone body up to her partner and the

rifle. Owww. You didn’t have to hit me so hard...



“We need to go around this corner. I‟ll

keep you covered, you check on Jun and the

others. Are you ready?” She gripped her rifle

tightly, and glanced over to the catgirl. Umi

nodded, a look of determination in her eyes, and

her fingers clenched on the shock wand. Maris

threw herself forward, turning so her back fell

against the bullet-ridden wall, and pointed the

barrel of the assault rifle down the stairs at the

savaged body of the lizard and the door it had

been guarding. Umi ducked low and scampered

around the corner, coming to a stop at her

partner‟s feet, shock wand held ready and

crackling with electricity. Both of them saw no

movement, and Umi reached out with her left

hand to check for signs of life. Her fingers found

Jun first, the big human lying spread across two

of his team, his back toward the bottom of the

stairs where the dark energy wave had come

from. Jun... you’re always doing that... She liked

working with him. He was a kind man. Please,

don’t be dead.



“Maris! He has a pulse! He‟s still

alive...” Her hand swept over to Masato, who

lay on his back, cloak spread across his body.

With increasing fear, her fingers trembled, but

darted under the cloak. Maris saw the outline of

Umiko‟s hand trace up and down the sorcerer‟s

chest. “He‟s...he‟s still alive, too!” Umi‟s voice

held intense joy. Maris smirked. “Yeah, I can

see that.” Umi looked up with wide eyes, then

followed the other girl‟s line of sight down lower

on his body to another bulge in the cloak...



“Masato!” Umi cried, her cheeks

flushing with heat. Masato slowly pushed

himself to sitting up, and gave them an

apologetic grin. She turned to look at him, her

eyes brimming with tears, and then threw herself

at him. “I was so worried about you!” The shock

wand contacted his body as her arms went

around him and the stairwell was filled with a

loud electrical blast and a long scream of pain...



“Maris, stop hurting me...” Umiko

rubbed her head again. “I said I was sorry...”

Maris sighed and sat on the stairs next to

Masato, the weighty assault rifle resting on her

knees, still aimed down at the unopened door.

“It‟s all right...” Masato said, weakly, sitting

against the wall. “My fault for being caught off

guard- that was the most powerful death spell Death spell- a necromantic spell that disperses

I‟ve ever encountered. Did anyone...” Maris life force instead of draining the energy.

shook her head. “Everyone is fine.” Masato let Easier to cast than life draining spells, but

out a sigh of relief and looked at the two girls, provides the necromancer with no direct

the only ones in this part of the building who return on the energy spent by the caster.

could still stand. “The necromancer has a lot of

power stored up... whatever‟s planned, it‟s going

to be big. You‟ve got to stop that ritual. Eiji and

I will guard the stairs...”



Umiko hugged him tight, and bit her lip

again, worried eyes seeking her partner. Maris

glanced her direction, a look of concern on her

face, but then it vanished and she stood up.

“Right. I‟ll handle things. Miko, you should- stay

here.” Her fingers clenched on the grip points of

the rifle. “No, Maris, I can‟t let you go alone!”

Maris scowled at her. “This isn‟t a normal arrest,

Umiko... you could get killed. Just stay here and

guard our friends.” Umi shook her head back

and forth, her tail swishing in agitation. “You

could get killed, too, Maris. And... then... without

you... how would... how c-could I ever...” The

catgirl‟s tail flicked back and forth.



Her desperate eyes sought out her

partner‟s softening gaze. “...pay the rent?”



Maris fell forward in shock, but Apartment Rent- Umiko moved out of the

recovered instantly. “I don‟t know WHY I worry Shinjara temple and in with Maris, on the

about you sometimes! Fine, come along, but advice of Kasahe Yasuo, Umi‟s adoptive

stay out of the way.” Umiko nodded, and father. Both girls have very little ability to

squeezed Masato, unwilling to let him go. “I‟ll be manage their finances, causing a very

okay.” The silver-haired man said quietly. He regular struggle to pay their living expenses.

ruffled his fingers through her hair and smiled.

“Be careful down there.” She rubbed

against his hand and purred. “I will, Masato. I‟ll

see you again...” Maris turned from her stance

halfway down the stairs. “Umiko, are you

coming or not?”



“I‟m coming, I‟m coming!” The catgirl

bounded down the stairs, giving Masato an

incredible view of her... tail. The sorcerer let out

a long slow breath. Someday, I want to hear her

say that to me...



Maris and Umiko took up positions on

either side of the door, and burst through the

door at the same time. All the basement walls

were brick, having no doors or exits and was

entirely clear of enemies. Maris looked around at

the room and frowned. There has to be

something down here. Umiko held her shock

wand at the ready and walked forward into the

middle of the basement. The human gunfighter

tapped her foot on the stone floor and turned her

head to look back up the stairs. “Umiko, this

isn‟t right.“



A shriek got her head turning back to

the front, in time to see Umiko being pulled into

a shadow by a pair of dark grey zonbies, ones

who had obviously been dead a long time.

“Maris, help-“ Umi disappeared into the shadow,

one hand clutching at air. Maris watched,

holding her fire, teeth gritted. As soon as Umiko

was gone, she fired a burst into that part of the

wall, causing brick to splinter and shards to fly.

Maris‟s jaw clenched and her finger released the

trigger. She took a few steps into the center of

the room. I should have guessed it right away.

A magic portal. Hold on, Umiko... just hold on. Magic Portal- Some magical styles allow for

creating portals through solid walls. These

Maris focused her gaze on the shattered portals must be created when the wall is

bricks and swallowed. The dust floating to the constructed or require large amounts of time

floor began to twist around her as sparks shot and energy to create within a previously

from her body across the stone floor, arcing and erected wall. These portals can usually be

leaping between her and her target. “Initiate sensed by magical practicioners. Neither of

Parameter Enhancement. Focus: Assault Rifle. the Kaiden or Necromantic magical styles

Upgrade: Impact Velocity. Activate...Now!” can create portals.



A silver field of energy sprang outward

from her body, shining in the gloom of the

basement, and began to rotate, gradually

gaining speed with each rotation, becoming a

globe that spun quickly- and then shrunk down

around the weapon the gunbuster carried,

outlining the barrel in silver light. Maris raised

the silver-traced assault rifle to her shoulder and

fired. The brick wall exploded in huge chunks

from the sustained burst, empowered by

gunbuster energy.



“Maris, help me!” Umiko cried out,

struggling against the cold but incredibly firm

grip of the zonbies that carried her down the

tunnel. Her shock wand had been drained of all

charge and with no effect on any of the undead.

Her tail lashed back and forth and her heart

pounded heavily in her chest. Maris... please...

I’m scared... Her partner had been right. She

shouldn‟t have come along- not on a big

mission. I should have quit prizehunting until I

learned some special powers... “Help? Maris,

Masato, Eiji...anybody...?”



Maris slammed in another clip, and blew

out all the breath in her lungs, trying to clear the

air in front of her. The brick and stone dust

swirled and she dashed through the cloud, into

the tunnel behind the wall. Her lungs burned

before she was out of the dust cloud, and finally

she was able to take a deep breath. She could

hear movement ahead of her- and stalked

forward, gun still glowing silver. This was the

only way the zonbies could have taken Umiko-

but the sounds are coming toward me...



“Aren‟t you even going to tell me your

diabolical plans?” Umiko whimpered, chained to

the stone altar. The dark-robed sorcerer

chuckled quietly. “No, I‟m in a hurry.” He kept

making motions in the air, dark energy following

his hands, forming a pattern that she didn‟t

know, but couldn‟t imagine was good. “MARIS!!!

MASATO!!! ANYBODY!!! HELP!!!”



Each burst blew giant circles of

emptiness into the body of the zonbies in front of

her. The dismembered bodies fell over as the

life energy could not hold up against the amount

of damage imparted by the gunbuster-enhanced

bullets slamming into the mobile corpses. The

good thing about zonbies was that they did not

have enough awareness to fake their second

death. When they went down, it was for good.

The marksman slammed in another clip, firing

short but continous bursts as she walked

forward into the army of zonbies. Where the hell

is our backup? If Umiko dies... I swear the next

gunfight is going to be at the Home Office.

She gritted her teeth and blew another huge

hole in the next zonbi to block her way. I’m

coming, Umiko... please still be alive when I get

there. Just hold on, little Miko Neko, hold on.

Umiko shrieked as the necromancer

raised a long bladed curving dagger. The blade

was covered in glowing black runes that

matched the weightless ones in the air moving

slowly around the perimeter of the torchlit circle

inscribed in the floor. “Please tell me what

you‟re going to do to me?” She whimpered

again, as much scared as she was trying to buy

time for her rescue. “Since I‟m finally ahead of

schedule, why not.” The sorcerer smiled down

at his captive. “I owe you something after all. I

was going to have to go hunting for a young

virgin, and you came right to my door...”



A deep blush formed on Umi‟s cheeks.

“I...I....” And I’m going to die a virgin, too...

th

“The life force of a virgin, especially in The current date- December 23, 2039, 40

this day and age, is something rare and special. anniversary of the day of the Kimura effect,

And this one night of the year is the only true day of the winter solstice.

night for sacrificial rituals-“ Umiko interrupted,

her voice sounding very weak compared to the

sorcerer‟s confident deep tones. “Don‟t you

have to wait until midnight? I think you should

wait until midnight.” He chuckled again and

shook his head. “No, unfortunately for you,

that‟s not neccessary. As soon as the ritual

reaches its peak, I‟ll cut into your chest, and

impale your heart.” His knife traced a line down

between her breasts. “And with your death, all

the dark forces you see around you will be

focused into me, giving me undreamed of

power...” He smiled as black runes all around

him fell into the stone floor, leaving the room

clear. The runes on the blade shimmered in the

torchlight as the sorcerer raised his dagger high!



Umiko squeezed her eyes shut tight.

She couldn‟t see the shadow of the sorcerer on

the wall, the dagger‟s sharp point thrown into

exquisite relief by the torches. A sound like

thunder filled the air, and the man-shaped

shadow lurched, head snapping to one side. As

the sound died, Umi heard another sound, the

clink and clatter of metal, as the dagger fell to

the stone floor next to the altar.



She cracked her eyes open and cried

out in joy. “Maris! You saved me!” Her partner

smiled and raised the rifle‟s barrel to point at the

roof, the silver glow fading from the weapon.

“Well, if you died... how would I pay the rent?”



Umiko laughed happily, relaxing finally.

A bolt of darkness shot up from the ground,

rising toward the center of the chamber. Maris

shouted, and her rifle dropped down, a burst

firing from the weapon, passing through the

energy, and cracking into the far wall. The

energy held in the air, then arced down at the

stone altar, and Umi‟s chained body. “Miko!”



“Maris-“ A scream ripped from Umiko‟s throat as

the room exploded in black energy. Maris saw

the catgirl writhing on the altar, energy crackling

along the chains and striking her body.

“UMIKO!!!“ The blast hit her, and she was

thrown backwards into the hallway, her head

cracking against the stone wall, her body

slumping motionless to the floor.



(Five minutes ago)



Out of the basement, she stumbled, her

head spinning and her body nearly numb from

the life-draining energy. The girl slowly climbed

the stairs and fell into Masato‟s arms, eyes

closed, body limp. He looked down at the girl,

and her torn uniform, and his eyes gleamed.

The human sorcerer‟s hands crept around the

girl‟s body and cupped her-



SLAP!!!



“I‟m sure you made a mistake...”

Masato said to the revived Maris. “I was only

trying to make sure you were comfortable...” His

cheek was red from the handprint left behind.

Maris kept her gun trained downstairs, but the

twitching of the barrel indicated that the gun‟s

target would be equally well chosen, if it was

pointed at him. “I just came up... for more clips.

Umiko...” She breathed deeply, her chest rising

and falling in great heaves. “Umi‟s still down

there. We were in the same room, interrupted

some ritual, there was another wave of...

energy... we were separated, and I was thrown...

I think I went the wrong way.” Masato leaned

forward, handed her a headset radio, and

slumped back against the wall again. He was

the only one of the team in the stairwell that

could move even a little besides her, and Eiji

had fallen unconscious again. Maris slipped on

the radio with her free hand, and immediately

could hear the chief‟s deep voice yelling at her.



“I‟m here, quit yelling. What‟s going on?

I‟ve lost track of Umiko, and I‟m going back

down there.” Masato could hear the chief tell

her to wait, that all the other teams were still all

busy and suggest to Maris that she wait for

backup. He winced as he saw the clench of her

jaw. His eyes drifted to Eiji. If his apprentice

was missing, he wouldn‟t wait either.



The chief, sounding very pained,

muttered that another prizehunter unit was going Rivals- many prizehunter individuals and

to show up soon, and she should- “I‟m not going agencies operate in the city. Due to the

to just sit around and wait. I‟m going after my fierce competition for reward money, there is

partner. And there‟s no way I‟m splitting the little communication or cooperation between

reward money with some other team.” Maris groups. The agencies offering rewards pay

took off the headset and threw it at Masato, then whomever is on-scene when the arrest is

scrounged the unconscious gunmen for more made, and whoever is in possession of the

weapons. “I killed the necromancer... so those criminal (or body). The competition has not

zonbies are going to be uncontrolled now. But... led to outright theft or raids as yet.

I‟ll make sure none of them get past me.... I will

find Umiko and bring her out of there.” Maris Uncontrolled Zonbies- if a necromancer is killed

slammed another clip into her rifle, drank and or his power is blocked, any zonbies created by

tossed aside a gunbuster potion. the necromancer will no longer follow

commands. Instead, they will seek to kill any

She was unsteady as she stood, and and all living creatures around them.

slumped against the wall for support. Masato

pushed himself to his feet, and found a gun

barrel right in his face. “Don‟t even think about

it.” Maris took a couple steps backward, the rifle

still aimed at Masato‟s head. “If you got hurt...

Umiko would never forgive me.” Maris smiled

and backed away from him. “And... someone‟s

got to hold off that other team, until I finish off

the rest of the zonbies and get the

necromancer‟s body. You stay here, and do that

for me... and... we‟ll split the prize money with

you...” And don’t get yourself killed... Her eyes

were shining with tears.



The edge of Masato‟s cloak rose up a

couple inches, then fell back to the floor. He

leaned back against the wall, barely able to

remain on his feet. “I won‟t fail you.” His dark

eyes met hers. “Umiko‟s not the only one I‟m

worried about.” She paused, then nodded.

“G...Goodbye, Masato.” He looked down the

stairs at her, as she turned and slowly moved

into the basement. His eyes fixed on the

doorway she‟d disappeared through.



“Maris,” Masato promised,” I will see

you again. In this world... or the next.”



(Now)



Maris leaned around the doorframe and

peered into the basement, then gasped and slid

through as she heard Umiko cry out her name.

Maris held her gun ready, adrenaline flooding

her system, and saw a cracked and shattered

wall. That wasn’t where I shot... Her eyes

tracked down to a huddled Umiko on the floor,

her partner‟s clothes all torn, the catgirl covered

in brick dust. “Umi- what the hell happened?”



Umiko looked up at her partner,

gratefully. “I don‟t knnnoooowww.” One hand

drifted down to a chunk of the wall, fingers

closing around the half-brick. “It‟s so weak, it‟s

all crumbling.” Maris watched as the catgirl‟s

fingers squeezed shut, crumbling the chunk into

bits and powder. Keeping her gun trained on the

hole into the secret tunnels, Maris walked over

to Umiko and knelt down next to the catgirl. One

hand left the gun, and picked up a piece of brick,

her fingers clenching around the rough material.

She strained much harder than Umiko had

appeared to, but couldn‟t make even a small

piece crack off, while without effort Umi‟s fingers

had crumbled the red brick.



“I don‟t think it‟s the brick that‟s

changed, Miko,” Maris whispered, “...I think it‟s

you.” Her eyes left the hole and met her

partner‟s- both girls sharing the same wide,

frightened, gaze. “Maris...” Umiko murmured.

“It‟s still me...”



Maris raised one hand off the gun, and

Umi‟s eyes followed it up, as the catgirl shivered

with fear. Her partner‟s gunbuster abilities were

deadly, and weren‟t her only special powers.

The hand descended, and Umiko squeezed her

eyes shut. I’m sorry, Maris... I wasn’t fast

enough to get away from the zonbies, I wasn’t

strong enough to get out of the chains, I got hit

by the evil spell and... I’m... so sorry... Umi felt

a soft hand ruffle her hair, and slide down to

gently stroke her cheek. Umi nuzzled her

partner‟s hand, and opened her eyes.



Maris smiled, and rested her hand on

Umiko‟s shoulder. “I know it‟s still you, Miko.”

The catgirl shuddered, and her hands fell to the

floor, fingers scraping gouges in the stone as

easily as digging through fresh earth. “...but...

look at me, Maris...” Her voice was much higher

than normal, and trembling filled her speech.

“...all that dark energy... it‟s in me...”



Maris squeezed Umiko‟s shoulder in

support for her young partner. Her shoulder...

her arm... it’s like stone. There’s no give! Her

fingers couldn‟t even make a dent in the muscle

of the catgirl‟s upper arm, no matter how much

force she put into her grip. No, she’s still Umiko.

I can see it in her eyes.

“Masato‟s still on the stairs, and Eiji‟s

fallen asleep. There‟s another company on the

way. We‟ve got to go back in there and get that

necromancer‟s body. Without it, it‟s just our

word against theirs... and we need all that

money, don‟t we?” Maris offered her partner a

grin, and the young catgirl sniffed a couple times

but nodded, the worst of her fears slowly fading.

“I... I don‟t want to go anywhere like this...”



“You‟ll be fine, Umiko. I promise.

Whatever that necromancer had planned, it

won‟t be the same for you-“ Maris kept her gaze

focused firmly on her partner‟s face, only to see

the catgirl huff in irritation. “That‟s not what I

meant.” Umiko exclaimed, “I can‟t go anywhere

looking like this- what if someone sees me?

What if Masato sees me!?!”



The human marksman laughed, and put

both her hands on Umi‟s shoulders, resting her

forehead against the other girl‟s. “Umi... you

haven‟t changed at all...” She laughed, and after

a moment, Umiko laughed too. Both girls got to

their feet, unsteadily, Umi from fear and

uncertainty, Maris still recovering from the

second wave of energy, but feeling better with

each minute. “What happened to your jacket?”

Maris asked, and Umi looked around. “The

sorcerer took it off me, so he could c-cut...”

Maris took her own jacket off and helped Umiko

into it, buttoning the larger jacket securely

around the somewhat smaller girl. “Then you

can have mine, until we find yours. You‟re okay

now... and I‟d guess... better than okay.”



“...what do you mean...” Umi‟s wide-

eyed look searched Maris‟s face. “...better?”



Maris nodded before she bent to pick up

her gun. “This wall wasn‟t damaged when I shot

my way in there... you must have done this on

your own.” Umi looked at the wall, barely

remembering anything since the blast of dark

energy lancing into her body. Is... that true? I

was chained down... and... Her fingers ran along

the brick, snapping small pieces off with even

her lightest touch. “Come on.” Maris said,

leading the way. “Just follow me into the

chamber once more, Miko, and then we can go

home.”



“Maris...” Her partner complained, tail

standing up straight, “I told you... call me Umi...”

“I guess from now on... I better do what

you say.” Maris replied, tossing a glance and a

smile back over her shoulder. Umi pouted and

her lip trembled. “Maris... that‟s not funny...”

Maris turned her gaze forward, her eyes

sweeping over the fallen zonbies, and the rooms

off the main corridor. Umiko followed, stepping

lightly to try and avoid the bodies, and wincing

each time her foot came down on a zonbi, and

their bones crunched underfoot. “There... are so

many...” Umiko‟s eyes shot up to look at Maris,

walking in front of her, gun held ready. She...

she fought so many... to save me.



“Maris...” Umiko breathed. “I‟m sorry to

be so much trouble.”



Her partner shrugged, and kept moving

forward. “It‟s okay. Blowing away all these

zonbies did get me a lot of prize money!”



“You... I haven‟t even stopped ONE all

night! Maris!!! You‟re so mean to me!”



No more zonbies threatened their

passage. The two prizehunters made their way

through the corpse-filled corridors without any

further fighting, picking their way through the

blown-apart bodies of zonbi hordes all the way

into the depths of the sorcerer‟s secret lair.

Umiko looked at the big holes in the zonbies,

and gazed in awe and concern at her partner.

“Maris, you didn‟t use your gunbuster abilities all

the way down here, did you?” She looked back

along the corridor, and tried to count the number

of bodies- losing track after twenty-something.

Maris nodded, still progressing forward.



“You... shouldn‟t have. Not for me. You

could have... died.”



“I had to find you. I didn‟t know what

that necromancer was going to do to you...”



“You shouldn’t have done that for me!

Maris, I’d cry if anything happened to you!”



Maris half-turned, as she was at the

entrance to the ritual chamber. Torchlight threw

shadows onto her face. “You know, Miko...

you‟re right. I shouldn‟t have. You didn‟t do

anything tonight, so... It‟s not like you‟re going

to be able to cover your share of the rent.” She

grinned at Umiko‟s childish reaction, the catgirl

pulling down her eyelid and sticking her tongue

out at the human girl.

“You ready?” Maris leveled her gun into

the chamber- just in case. Umiko sighed, and

one foot scraped chunks out of the stone floor.

“I lost my shock wand, too...” Maris shook her

head. “Umiko, look at what you‟re doing. I don‟t

think you‟ll need your shock wand...”



Umi‟s foot stopped, and she tried to

push the little bits back into the hole she‟d dug,

tapping them down, and causing cracks to

spread out from where her foot lightly fell.

“...sorry...” Maris laughed quietly, and headed

into the room, motioning for her partner to follow

and cover her. Maybe I should have her go first,

instead. “Hey! You! Get away from my prize!”

Maris pointed her rifle at the pale skinned

woman lifting the sorcerer‟s limp form in her

arms. The woman turned, her arms letting go of

the body, and Maris took a step back. “Golem.” Golem- Golems are materials shaped into

She hissed, and fired a burst. The gunshots human or humanoid forms and animated by

echoed in the chamber, a small roar, and each elemental spirits. These spirits are usually

bullet made a similarly loud peal as they of limited intelligence. The spirits follow their

bounced off the marble body, clattering off into creator‟s commands, and the personality of

a corner. The symbol on the woman‟s forehead the spirit depends strongly on the

glowed, and the hands at her sides stretched personality and desires of the golem‟s

obscenely long, pointed claws forming out of the creator- a violent sorcerer seeking to create

extended fingers. “Oh, no...” Maris backed up, a combative servant will attract an equally

firing on full automatic, her rifle jerking in her violent spirit. Golems have a limited ability

hands, sparks flying off the creature in the shape to shape and repair their bodies, but cannot

of a woman. The symbol glowed again, and the change the appearance of the material they

golem raced toward the attack. were created from.



Umiko shrieked, as the huge claws

descended toward her partner‟s face, and she

flinched away from watching. She heard a

creaking of metal, and opened her eyes to see

Maris‟s arms raised, her rifle blocking the attack.

The symbol glowed again, and one clawed hand

cut the weapon in half. The stone woman‟s

other claws swiped through the air, and Maris‟s

unprotected face. Maris saw the claw coming

towards her, and knew there wasn‟t time-



-and then the clawed fingers that filled her vision

shot sideways and Umiko, hands extended in a

flat palmed push, stood in front of her. The

golem was flung away diagonally, propelled by

unbelievable force, smashing through one of the

stone walls into another room, with a crash so

loud that it filled the chamber. Umi looked down

at her little hands, and over to the hole in the

wall, her mouth open in shock. Maris felt like

she couldn‟t move, couldn‟t think. Her partner,

little Umiko, who had never been anything but

scared and cautious when it came to using a

real weapon, or fighting anyone except in

practice... had just run in to save her, and

pushed a golem so hard that it had vanished in a

second, thrown completely through a thick stone

wall. How... strong IS she?



“I think I‟ll let you handle this...” Maris said with

a smirk, and went to retrieve the necromancer‟s

body. Her eyes fell on the two pieces of her

gun, lying on the floor, and she felt a moment of

doubt. Then again... she thought back to her

comforting grip on her partner‟s arm, back in the

basement, and how impossibly firm the catgirl‟s

body had felt. She felt like stone... or steel.



“What?” Umiko‟s eyes opened wide, and she

turned to face her partner, hands held up near

her mouth, biting on her thumbs. “ME?”



“Better start now...” Maris said from the door to

the chamber, necromancer‟s body slung over

her shoulder, and pointed behind the catgirl.

The girl winced, and turned, as the Golem‟s

claws scraped along the stone floor and shot

upward in a wide arc. Umiko flipped backwards,

springing off the floor and the altar, in a couple

fast moves. She landed on her feet, and stared

at the stone woman with the long claws.

“Maris... you can‟t leave me.”



“Oh come on, you‟ll be fine. Besides,

you‟ve been complaining that you haven‟t had a

chance to collect any prize money since we got

here.” The golem stood still, claws held at it‟s

side. Maris frowned. “You might want to move

a little faster next time... especially since that

was my jacket.”



Umi looked down just in time to see the

sliced jacket open up along the middle and hang

loosely away from her body. As she covered

her bare chest, the golem‟s symbol glowed in

triumph. The stone lips of the woman‟s face

slowly spread into a cruel smile.



And the stone altar cracked in half, right

where Umiko had pushed off from it, and

collapsed into pieces. Maris gave the golem a

pleasant little smile in return, set the

necromancer‟s body on the floor, and settled in

to watch the show. The golem swung sharp

claws in long arcs at the catgirl, who leapt

backwards and away, bobbing and dodging with

feline agility and speed. Umi was good at that,

staying on the defensive, drawing attention. But

usually she has backup that can actually attack.

Umiko lost the rest of the jacket to very

close attacks. The golem was a powerful one,

and fast, the result of some high-level

enchantment. Maris sighed, and added that to

the list of things she‟d have to buy. “Hurry it up,

would you?” A claw sliced by Umi‟s face, the

catgirl stepping to the side. “And do WHAT?”

The teenage catgirl cried. Maris shrugged.

“Punch her or kick her or something. She

already destroyed my gun.”



“You didn‟t bring a backup?” Umi

asked, backpedaling furiously as the golem‟s

symbol glowed even brighter and the statue

moved faster than before. Maris frowned.

“Money‟s been tight...”



The claws of the golem thrust forward

right at Umiko‟s face. She ducked, the sharp

stone blades cutting a few strands of hair which

floated in the air, and scampered through the

golem‟s legs. Face pressed against a wall,

Umiko stood and turned to see the stone

woman‟s snarl only an inch away. The golem

slammed into the catgirl, pressing her against

the wall. Long cracks spread upwards and out

from their bodies. Umi shrieked, her hands

struggling to hold the claws away from her face.

“Maris! Help me!” Her partner sighed again. As

Umi and the golem struggled, they both heard a

series of metallic clinks and saw a hand grenade

bounce to a stop between them. Umiko gasped-



-how could you?-



-the explosion caught both girl and

golem by surprise. The fiery heat felt like a

delightful bath to the young girl, and the blast of

pressure as the grenade detonated touched her

like a full body massage, all over her arms,

chest, and legs, all those points at once. Her

hair blew in the sudden breeze, and Umi felt an

even stronger and more intense heat building at

the center of her being. She moaned in

pleasure as the wave of destruction passed over

her, doing nothing more than exciting her

tremendously and causing her strength to soar.

Her fingers clenched as an aftershock of delight

struck, the golem‟s long claws shattering from

the catgirl‟s suddenly awakened need. Umiko

tugged the golem toward her, rubbing up against

it as she had the brick wall earlier, and with a

very similar reaction from the hard stone. The

golem creaked and cracked from the impact,

and the catgirl‟s legs closed around the golem

woman‟s, forcing those stone thighs together.

The symbol on the golem‟s head glowed, the

magic failing to match the immense strength

possessed by the blissful green-haired girl. Umi

moaned again and rubbed even harder against

the golem, sending a network of cracks

throughout the torso, and snapping the golem‟s

legs off at the hip with a violent contraction of

her teenage thighs. The symbol flared one last

time and went dark. Moments later, the stone

woman‟s broken body fell apart into brown mud.

Umiko‟s hands and legs wrapped around her

body, smearing the mud across her young skin.



Maris blinked and looked through the

smoke to see Umiko covered in mud and her

clothes in tatters. A smirk crossed her features.

Thought so. She hadn‟t been worried at all. A

body that could crumble brick and destroy stone

with a light touch wasn‟t going to be hurt by a

grenade. “I have to do everything myself...”



Her partner coughed and the smoke

blew backward as if a magic spell had been

cast. Finding no resistance between her arms

and legs, she opened her eyes to see that the

golem had been destroyed. Umiko looked down

at herself and whimpered. “Mud...” She

wrapped her arms over her chest, and her dark

green eyes implored Maris for help. Maris

pulled another grenade from her belt. “Here,

this will clean you off.” Umi gasped and shook

her head quickly. “Maris, you wouldn’t!”



Her partner paused, sighed, and put the

grenade back on her belt. “You‟re right, I can‟t...

they‟re just too expensive to waste.”



“MARIS!!! That‟s not what I meant!”



END



Script/Dialogue

Charon MacDonald



Character Design

Charon MacDonald



Special Effects

Your Imagination



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