[Corruption, Smegma, Fellatian TF, Droning, Futanari]
"I can't believe that the Cult of Corruption would try to use this town as a cell. Oh, this is no time to be down, I'm here to cleanse it and then head home and get lots of hugs from Blizzy!"
In the northern reaches of Forma, the governing body of the Church was constantly contested by an awful cult dedicated to the Goddess of Corruption. And it was up to the young Magical Girls that served the Church to rid their influence from the land, so that all may live in peace and harmony.
Each set of five-or-so Magical Girls were split into teams that were themed after different things. In the case of young Snowfall, who had decided to head to her hometown after hearing rumors of how it had been infiltrated by the cult, her and her team were known as the Winter Angels. All of them were born in the same town, situated in the northernmost reaches of the region, which allowed them to operate even in the deadliest of colds. That, combined with their white hair, served to bring them together as a group. And they were a rather prestigious group at that, considering how much Corruption they had been able to purge all on their own.
Snowfall herself was not the leader, but she was perhaps one of the most energetic members of the Winter Angels. With a dress that really seemed to be made out of drifting snowflakes, she looked like she could bring a purifying chill with her wherever she went. And as long as she kept her heart pure and graceful, there was nobody that was able to contest her.
Still, there was something that bothered her a lot as she touched down in the middle of town. "Where is everyone?" She asked, spinning around as she tried to spot any of the familiar faces that she would've come to expect. Where was her Mom? Where were her friends' moms? Cecilia? Anybody? There wasn't a single soul present, which was really weird. Even in this cold climate, most of the inhabitants of the town had been able to acclimate themselves to it. Which meant that they should be out and about. So why-
Just as Snowfall came to a stop, the ground underneath her shook. And before she knew it, she saw several black splotches rise from underneath the snow, with the girl caught entirely off guard. There was nothing she could do to stop the sudden barrage of slime from piling onto her, which quickly caused her to slam against the ground and leave her completely powerless. All this sticky and icky and gross stuff was clinging to her and making it really hard to think, and the smell really didn't help either.
All that Snowfall could do was weakly watch as she saw a pair of extra high heels approach, right as the slimes overwhelmed her a little too much and forced her to pass out.
Though not before hearing a delighted moan, one that sounded eerily familiar...
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"Wakey wakey, Salia! I've been waiting for your retuuuuurn!"
Snowfall slowly forced her eyes open as she heard that familiar voice again. Though it was familiar, it was also way more mature than it once was. She could almost recognize it, but that extra maturity threw her off. That, and the fact that her mind was currently aching. What had happened to her, exactly..?
That's right... She had been buried under a bunch of slimes, and now every single muscle in her body was screaming out at her. Not only that, but it was like every inch of strength had been sapped from her body. She could barely even breathe, all she could do was struggle to stare straight ahead. If only she could use her powers, then she wouldn't be in this kind of predicament...
As her vision slowly cleared up, she grimaced. She could see a Devil. Succubus type, given the extra curvy body currently squeezed into an extra tight leotard that did very little to hide away any of her horny elements. Combine that with those long leather boots and the extra long and shiny latex gloves, and it was very clear that she was the leader of this cell of the Cult of Corruption...
And yet looking at her further, Snowfall could notice a few traits that seemed eerily familiar. Mostly the cute snowflake pressed against her cheek, and the white lipstick that she also wore. If not for the headache that was still pouring through her head thanks to how she had been pinned down and drained, she could probably identify this awful Devil...
"Who... Who are you, and how do you know my name..?" Snowfall grit her teeth as she slowly looked at herself, before grimacing further. She wasn't exactly bound, but she was still covered in those slimes. The main problem was that she was currently on her knees, which really just made the weight of the slimes bear down even worse on her body.
The black-haired Devil giggled as she put her hand up against her cheek. "Aaaaawwww. You don't remember me? We were such good friends before, Salia! I can't believe you'd forget your very best friend! The Fallen were right, the Church really did try to erase you so you wouldn't be mine!" A little bit of drool ran down her chin as she spoke, her irises spinning as she felt her heart trembling. "But it's okay, it's okay! I'm going to make sure that you remember everything, Salia! That's why they helped me end up like this! So I could fix you and make you mine..!"
Well, when she talked like that, it really wasn't hard to tell who she was. Snowfall, or Salia as she was known before she became a Magical Girl, narrowed her eyes slightly as she stared at the devil. "Cecilia... I'm not going to give in and be yours. You heard what the bishops said, they told you that you weren't ready to be a Magical Girl. They didn't mean for you to become a Devil..!"
"So you doooooo remember! Then why didn't you say hello when I had my slimes greet you? You're reaaaally rude, Saliaaaa..." 'Cecilia' giggled as she slowly ran her hand up against her leotard, specifically focusing on that crotch of hers. "Besides.. It's not Cecilia anymore... I threw that name away when you left me alone in this village... I'm Madame Cobra now, and it's my job to deal with bad girls like you, Salia... No, Snowfall!" The Devil announced her true name and started lewdly giggling, as that drool that ran down her chin just pooled right into the deep hole between her leotard-covered tits. Good grief, that thing was clinging to her tightly.
But it wasn't what Snowfall's gaze was focused on. No, what she was focused on was the thing that started to bulge out from Madame Cobra's crotch. It was big. It was thick. It throbbed. It was... It was a cock. And it wasn't just any kind of cock either, it was a truly depraved cock. Completely unlike the cocks that she knew some other Magical Girls were equipped with. Those Girls had cute little sissy clits, this one was the kind of cock that she was instructed to avoid at all costs.
"Ehehehehe... I can see you like it, Snowfall..." Madame Cobra's lewd gaze picked up on her old friend's focus, before she giggled more and let her tongue lick away at some of her own drool. All while she pulled her hand away from her crotch, causing the leotard to shift ever slightly and let her cock stick out at full mast. It wasn't constrained by her leotard, far from it. The leotard was basically just one giant condom for her to use and abuse, given the way that her rod stabbed forward. "You'll get the chance to taste it soon. But I can't just use it yet. You're not ready, you're still so pure... Riiiiiight?"
Snowfall glared up at her former friend. "I'll keep being pure, Devil!" She didn't bother using her name. She didn't deserve to have it used. She was a Devil! She betrayed her kin and gave into corruption! Even if she was once her friend, she wasn't going to let her get off lightly. Not when she had clearly caused her village to fall..! "What did you do to everyone, anyway?! You didn't kill them, did you!?"
"Goodness, no! They're my lovers, I wouldn't dare hurt them!" Madame Cobra shot back, scoffing a little as she brought her hand up to her cheek. "You really think I'm that uncouth, Snowfall, you hurt me a lot. But that's okay. I won't hurt you either. You'll be... Oh, I can't make you one of my lovers and cultists... No, I need to make you something much simpler. Something that'll always be by my side, ready to please me whenever I need a little help..."
As Snowfall heard what Madame Cobra had in mind for her, the slimes that were currently keeping her pinned started to shift around. All while she was forced to moan as they got tighter and tighter, almost as if they were trying to sink into her. "I'll never help somebody like you, Devil..!" She cried out, even as those moans slipped from her lips...
"Ehehehe... You won't have to help me of your own free will. Those abominations... I mean, my cum'll help you along." Madame Cobra giggled as she trembled a little. All while she let out a delightful moan, and the very tip of her cock started to expand. But upon closer inspection, it was more like she was currently making her leotard balloon outward, as if she was cumming...
Indeed, that was exactly what she was doing. As soon as it stopped glowing, the ballooned part of her leotard detached and fell to the ground, squirming and bubbling until it started to push itself towards Snowfall. Her cum had come to life as a slime... Which meant...
"Ew! EW EW EW-" Snowfall tried to vocalize her disgust, though it didn't last too long before she was cut off by the tightening sensation around her throat. And right after she was cut off, the pressuring sensations came to an end. Just so she could stew in her frustration and look at herself...
She couldn't be more disgusted if she tried. Not only had the slimes seemingly merged with her skin, to the point where it looked like they were a second and much-shinier layer, but they had also gravitated towards her tits and her other sensual areas. She looked like a cow! How else would you describe how her tits had grown and how thick her hips now were? She didn't want to look like this, she wasn't even close to being the kind of girl that would be ready to give birth over and over like a cow should!
Not that Snowfall got much of a choice. While the slimes had mostly covered her body and left her looking like she was clad in an extremely tight and shiny suit, the slime that had just dropped from Madame Cobra's cock had yet to join its kin. And it wasn't going to, as it instead leapt right at her face, where it immediately started to wrap around her head. She couldn't do a thing to stop it, even as it seemed to sink in just like the other ones...
Once the pressure faded from the area around her head, she wanted to breathe a sigh of relief. But it was like... It was like she wasn't in control of her body any longer. Which was really weird, because she definitely felt like she was able to emote and move, but her body just refused to respond to her commands. It was a frustrating kind of experience, one that she genuinely wasn't able to wrap her head around...
"Ehehehehe! You look perfect, Snowfall! Guess all those abominations were useful for something after all!" Madame Cobra said, all while her hands were now completely focused on her cock. Not because she wanted to cum, far from it. She just couldn't keep herself from stroking it, especially as she kept on admiring the fruits of her efforts. "Ahhh... I can't wait to put your mouth to good use!"
"What are you on about!? What happened to me?!" Snowfall cried out, as she kept on trying to make her body do what she wanted. But all she could do was speak and glare at her. And even then, it wasn't like she could really see anything. She could just focus on... Madame Cobra... Hold on, she had heard about something like this, hadn't she? Where a Magical Girl's soul was removed from her body and stuffed into a conduit of sorts..?
Madame Cobra snapped her fingers, and another slime approached before it stretched out and formed a reflective surface. One that allowed Snowfall to see what had happened to her, and impart even more pure disgust upon her soul...
Instead of Snowfall, the only thing that was sitting on its knees was a mostly featureless and shiny feminine being. One that wore a half-mask with a small portrait on top of it, which showed Snowfall glaring out from within. This mask wasn't just any mask either, it was the kind of mask that characterized a very particular kind of Abomination, one that was known to be dangerous even to the greatest of Magical Girls...
"You... You turned me into a Fellatian! Turn me back! TURN ME BACK!" Snowfall cried out as she tried to force herself out of this predicament. But since she was essentially trapped within that portrait, all of her struggle was for naught. She could definitely feel her body, but all she could do was express her frustration through her soul...
Madame Cobra laughed as the despair settled in. All while she got closer to the otherwise unmoving Magical Girl. "Ehehehehe... I think it's time to see how well I can break you in, Snowfall..." She licked her lips as she prevented a bit too much drool from pouring into her cleavage, all while she started to tug on her leotard-covered cock...
Thanks to the depraved nature of the leotard that she wore, the Devil's cock had its foreskin peeled back while the leotard moved out of the way. Allowing her smegma-covered glans to be exposed to the open air. No, it wasn't just covered... It was absolutely smothered in it. There's no way that she was able to cum with that much stuff covering it, and yet she had managed to do the impossible earlier... Then again, there was no way to tell if some of that disgusting dickcheese hadn't been mixed into the slime...
While Snowfall was definitely repulsed by the appearance of this disgusting substance, her body didn't share her soul's sentiment. It could smell the scent of something delicious. Something that was part of its core diet. And like a completely needy glutton, Snowfall's body started to stretch its head out to try and get ahold of that shaft...
"Stop! I don't want it!" Snowfall kept crying out as her head got closer and closer. And yet it was still so far away from the cock that it wanted. Her soul was safe for the time being, as it seemed like her physical limitations were getting the best of her...
Right until Madame Cobra took a single step forward. Now there were barely a few inches between her cock and the lips of the 'Fellatian' that she had made out of Snowfall's body. While there were still physical limitations that prevented the trapped Magical Girl's body from reaching the tip, it didn't need to stretch much farther...
"Bon appetit, my sweet Snowfall!"
The 'Fellatian' snorted right as Snowfall's soul tried to scream out and make her stop, and the whiff of that delicious smegma forced her lips to stretch out despite the fact it should be outright impossible. Those hungry lips stretched out and turned into a proverbial tube as they immediately managed to latch onto that tip. As soon as they got a grip, they just started sucking... And they started stretching further, as they were not even close to satisfied with just a single itty bitty inch of that delightful cock.
Snowfall was forced to watch as her lips stretched far beyond what was supposed to be possible. Just like she was forced to experience the pleasure and disgust that came with swallowing such sticky and extra aged smegma. She didn't know how long it had been stuck underneath that foreskin, nor did she want to know. All that she knew was that she could feel her soul twisting in pure agony.
"StaaaAAAAAAAHHHPPPPP!" The Magical Girl's soul cried out as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, all while her Fellatian body continued to slurp and suckle away at the cock that had helped change her. Her extra stretchy lips were devouring everything right off that cock, swallowing every little speck as it helped corrode the soul trapped in her mask's portrait...
All while Madame Cobra giggled and moaned herself, letting the Fellatian do much of the work. She was far too enthused by the sight of her old friend collapsing and losing to her own body's instincts. How Snowfall's soul started to look more and more like the body that she was currently saddled with.
Snowfall's moans grew louder and louder as her tits pushed out further and further, and she started to cum more and more. If she could flood that portrait, she would probably be drowning at this point. All while she was being corroded further and further by the sheer level of pleasure...
Right up until the two managed to cum at the same time as their Mistress, with Madame Cobra's disgusting cum pouring straight down her throat and sealing her fate as nothing more than a cock-cleaning Abomination...
"Ehehehe... That's such a good look for you, Salia..." Madame Cobra said, as she managed to free her cock from her Fellatian's hungry lips. She'd feed her again later, but this was more than enough for her for now...
Especially as she could see Snowfall's broken soul reflected in the portrait, the Magical Girl drooling in anticipation as her eyes remained rolled into the back of her head. All while a single word left those white lips of hers...
"Coooooock..."