[Purification]

“I can’t believe we’re stuck with this crummy job. What, isn’t the Empress pleased with our performance?!”

A loud, brash and dominant voice echoed through the ruins of a hero team’s base, as a rose-haired woman kicked aside some rubble, pouting all the while. She was one of the Shade Empire’s top generals, Prickly Petunia, and it was thanks to her powers over plants that this entire team had been dismantled.

“Well, you know how she is. She thinks everyone is beneath her. No matter who you are, no matter how long you’ve been working for her. You’re just another pet to her. Sometimes literally so.” A much bigger, and rather well-built man, walked behind the plant-like woman. Compared to her, his theme was easy to tell, as he was covered from head to toe in different types of fly traps. Indeed, that’s who he was. Fly Trap. Petunia’s muscle and a surprising ace in the hole, considering the many ways his body could be used against the heroes.

Petunia shook her head and rubbed her temple. This was getting to her. She didn’t like this one bit. “Buds!” She cried out, and a set of identical minions started popping out of the ground. “Spread around! If we don’t find the sprite they’ve been keeping around, I’m going to personally make sure that you all end up in the pens for your failures!”

The short and stubby minions all saluted their commander as they ran off, barring a single Bud whose flower was about to bloom. “Mistress Petunia, are you sure we can’t just… leave? The heroes were all converted into blooming Flowers weeks ago, surely nobody’s stuck around!”

“Hah! I would want nothing more, my little blooming Bud! But unfortunately, our grand Empress thought differently. And that’s why we’re here.” The commander cried out, as she kicked another piece of debris out of the way. “Now, what I want you two to do, IS HELP ME OUT BEFORE I SHOVE THIS HEEL SO FAR UP YOUR ASS THAT YOU’RE GOING TO END UP IMPOTENT BY THE TIME YOU FINISH YOUR LAST CLIMAX!”

Both the short Bud and the big Fly Trap saluted their commander, the latter taking point as he outright barreled through the destroyed base. All while the shorter minion kept a good eye on their surroundings, using his naturally powerful eyesight to spot anything that looked out of the ordinary…

After Fly Trap managed to bulldoze his way through an entire wall, the green-suited blonde Bud noticed a wriggling little thing hiding behind one of the consoles that had been smashed when Petunia turned the entire base’s inhabitants into her minions. “Mistress Petunia! I think I’ve found it!”

“Hah! I can’t believe it, the Empress was right!” Petunia said, her heels clicking against the ruined floor as she stepped over to her minion. “Good work, my little blooming Bud. I’ll water you yet!” She laughed, snapping her fingers as she called upon a bunch of thorny vines that shot out to drag the muscle-bound minion back to her.

Hiding behind the console was a little fairy with a set of clock hands holding up her ponytail. “T-This isn’t fair..! You’re all so mean..!” The little thing said, tears streaming down her cheeks. She remembered how the big villainess had managed to tear her friends apart, and then turned them into little more than obedient flowers that followed her every word.

“That’s the name of the game.” Petunia giggled as she snapped her fingers, allowing a single rose to appear in her hands before a blade bloomed from the petals, a blade that she aimed straight at the little helper behind the console. “Now, sit still. I think you’d love to have this over with, rather than to drag out your suffering even further.”

Fly Trap blinked a couple of times as he looked down at the fairy-like creature, before the plants dotting his body all started to clamp together at the same time. “Petunia, you might wanna stab it now, before it tries something!” He shouted, noticing the clock hands starting to spin.

“Hah?! What for, you big oaf?!” The commander shouted as she pointed the sharp and pointy blade up at the living fly trap, her viney veins popping as they grew spikes. “Who told you that you could act out of line? I might not be the Empress, but you still answer to me, Fly Trap! Nobody else!”

The little fairy panted as the clock hands spun and spun. “I’ll fix all of this..! I’ll fix it, even if it costs me..!” She cried out, as her entire body started to glow. Blinding both of the stronger villains in the process with how bright the light had gotten.

“Mistress Petunia!” The Bud cried out as he jumped in front of his Mistress, defending her at all costs. Even at the cost of his life!

The blinding light flew through them, and it felt like the world was slowing down… No, it felt like it was outright reversing. Like their time was being taken from them, until it finally came to another stop, and started ticking forward again.

As the light withdrew from them, it was clear that things had changed. For one, they all looked like they were roughly the same size. And beyond that, they were all female.

The changes had impacted the small minion the most, his body having grown to the same size as his former mistress. But he didn’t wear the green suit nor the weird bud atop of his head any longer. Nor was he a he, considering the rather hefty breasts hanging off her chest.

No, she was now a girl. A bright girl with an equally bright smile, and beautiful pink locks that were wrapped in such a way that it looked like her hair was a flower of sorts. She had bloomed… But this wasn’t the way a bud was supposed to bloom..!

The clothes on her body, the feeling of justice in her heart, and the bright way the world bloomed at her, despite how it had been destroyed..! She was… She was one of those magical girls! A-And since she looked like a flower, maybe she was… Prisma… Bloom?

Her former commander, the prickly mistress herself, looked a lot more gentle now that the evil in her heart had been brushed away. In her place was a purple-haired girl with an eternally gentle look. She was nowhere near the villainess she was before, and the way she held her hands together only emphasized it. She was… Prisma Violet.

Finally, there was the monstrous Fly Trap, whose muscles and violent body had completely eroded by the time he transformed into a magical girl. Unlike both of her companions, it was clear that she knew what they had been before, but the sheer change in size and appearance was enough to disorient her. It didn’t help that her hair retained a lot of the spikiness that her fly traps had, earning her the lovely name of Prisma Venus.

“M-Mistress P-” Prisma Bloom tried to force the name off her lips, but it felt wrong. It felt like it didn’t belong. Especially since she was looking towards a good friend… n-no, she… that’s what she was, right?

Prisma Violet tilted her head slightly as she looked at Prisma Bloom. “What’s the matter, Bloom..?” She said, none of her usual malice remaining in her voice. “Did you lose sight of yourself again? I know you’re easy to excite, but…” She said, closing her eyes. “I can’t just do everything for you, you know…”

“Violet, Bloom.” Prisma Venus said, grimacing as she said those very words. She didn’t like them in the first place, ‘cuz all of this stuff was so weird. “We’ve got company.” She muttered, raising her fists like usual.

The Buds had returned. And their histories hadn’t been altered, as every single one of those mooks started giggling. There were heroes for them to bully..!

Each of the Prismas put up their dukes, only to realize one crucial thing. Even though their bodies had been changed and their histories irrevocably changed…

They were out of energy. And the mooks were more than happy to take advantage of it.

Green-suited Buds quickly overwhelmed them and forced them onto the ground, as one by one they started having fun with them. Letting their ‘blooming bulges’ brush up against sensitive spots, with some of them properly blooming and letting the cocks within slip free.

All three brand new Prismas were forced to pleasure their new enemies… And, just like the heroes they had once terrorized, they would be captured and contained within the Shade Empire’s domain. Not just because they were heroes, far from it.

The fact they had been converted was much more important. It didn’t matter what they were like now, the brainwashing that all of the Shade Empire’s mares went through would make them obedient again.

Only their change mattered, as they would be studied by the Empress’ minions for months to come. All in the pursuit of improving her forces by turning them into minion heroines...