Magical Girl - Oblivion Seeds! ( Iridium248 x Major Mario )

These days it seemed a little too easy, or perhaps too stereotypical, to assume that the weirdest events that defied all modern day description happened in Japan. The land was an ancient one that hid many secrets and the people there were heavily rooted in the old ways, the traditional ways, but they showed that through their efforts carving a brand new and err, creative culture. Neon lights, ramen shops, virtual gambling, a fast and furious nightlife and plenty of arcades helped bring this exotic land to life, but the biggest draw for tourists, and the biggest thing that many people remembered about Japan, had to be its animation and the slew of content that burst out from the belly of the beast since the end of WWII. But enough about all that- Japan was now a land of magic and mayhem, as were many other countries, yet the land of the rising sun was notable in that there were plenty of strange magical beings that made the area their playground.

Said magical beings were usually monsters, but there were others. Namely magical girls!

Now, much about magical girls is shrouded in mystery that both they and common folk cannot seem to decipher. Where they came from, what their true purpose is, what the full extent of their abilities are... all a mystery. But one thing that has remained constant over the years is the Oblivion Seed event in which thirteen, or possibly more, magical seeds appear throughout Japan just ripe for the collecting. It is said that if a magical girl collects thirteen Oblivion Seeds they will be granted a single wish, so it was clear that the land of Japan was a very lively and hectic place. This was especially true when said Oblivion Seeds were usually locked away behind tough dungeons that only a magical girl could surmount, held in the inventory of powerful monsters or hidden within the psyche of many unlucky individuals who had fallen to a strange corruption. Gathering 13 seeds for one wish, no matter how trivial or important it was, would be a herculean effort.

But enough exposition, details and whatnot! It was a tranquil Friday night in Tokyo, Japan, or rather, it would have been if not for the ruckus coming from one of the largest arcades in the area. For weeks on end customers and patrons alike complained about the arcade cabinets and other devices eating their tokens or glitching out on them. Sometimes at night there would be sinister voices and disturbing music too. This was all ignored by the owner of the arcade until that one fateful night. Supposedly an arcade cabinet burst to life in a shower of red and purple mist to terrorize the patrons and force them all out, and that a magical girl was needed (or perhaps they would be drawn to the area) in order to put the abomination down.

Whoever the magical girl was that came to investigate, perhaps in the hopes of nabbing an Oblivion Seed or out of good will, would note that a possessed arcade cabinet didn't seem all that frightening or dangerous. Yet people were apt to exaggerate or understate some things from time to time, and when the magical girl got to the arcade, well... there was no telling if the abomination, whatever it truly was, had taken on a new, more terrifying form.

The flash and chime of arcade cabinets - the smoke swirling in the air - the bright lights and tinny music that beckoned from far, far away...It was no wonder that the arcade was a popular spot - Especially on Friday night! The rumors had spread like wildfire, if you knew where to look...But given all that'd been happening in the city recently, it was just one more incident amid a whole torrent of weirdness...

-Unless you were Digital Angel Etoile, one of the city's magical girls! She'd only appeared on the scene about a month ago...A lissome, leggy beauty, pink-haired and violet-eyed - ready to battle evil wherever she found it, and pose shamelessly for the cameras whenever she had the chance! Etoile was hardly the only one out there, of course - She certainly wasn't the first, and was (in fact) late to the scene, when things were in full swing.

But - in her brief appearances - one thing was for sure: She was enjoying the hell out of being a magical girl. It was anyone's guess who (or what) she really was...But the shapely virtual vixen seemed to absolutely relish every moment of her job, to thrive on the attention she did receive! She was, it'd been said, the kind of girl who'd constantly trawl the 'Net searching for herself...Just to bask in the reflected glory!

Okay, maybe a bit more discreet than that. But she *knew* she was hot, and - with a playful, wide-eyed innocence - certainly played it up for what it was worth.

Of course, if anyone knew who she *really* was - Keiko Amagi, in her second year of high school, bespectacled, a little shy, and totally not popular at all, Etoile's behaviour would make a lot more sense! Ever since she'd been chosen as a magical girl, she'd taken to her new role like a duck to water...Or at least wholeheartedly enough to make up for any of the 'little mistakes' she tended to make. Passion, after all, counted for a lot...Didn't it?

The faint click of heeled boots - the hiss of air from outside, as the doors swung open - Etoile's form momentarily silhouetted against the light, her hand coming to rest on the curve of her hip...Her ribbons fluttering in the breeze, a soft chuckle teased from her silky throat!

And what a form it was. As far as she knew, magical girls all had different capabilities - Etoile, as suited her name, had an instinctive understanding of technology...And the ability to summon weapons and gadgets from virtual space, something that had been *exceedingly* useful! But - to anyone looking on - the first thing they'd notice was her shapely form, those feet arched high on heeled boots...That tight, tight costume - Basically a figure-hugging white bodice with the glossy sheen of leather or vinyl, molding to her curves like a second skin - and that wickedly short skirt, falling to just beneath her thighs, which meant that she was constantly on the verge of flashing her lacy black panties!

Stocking-sheathed legs crossed with a supple scrape, as she canted her head to the side...Her violet eyes darting down to the Digital Scanner she wore on her left arm, over those sleek elbow-length gloves! "This *is* the place," she mused aloud - Her curvy hips rolling smoothly as she sauntered forward, her lips curving in a smile...A soft giggle thrumming in the smoky air! Her playful pout lingered, as she glanced left and right - sauntering forward as if she owned the place.

"Ready or not," Etoile purred, almost to herself - "...Here I come~!"

For a start...She'd need a fistful of tokens!

If people weren't so concerned with running for their lives, they would have stopped and stared at the lovely Etoile. Not many normal humans could say that they witnessed a magical girl in the flesh touch down nearby and dash off to fight the monsters bearing down on them. Most afflicted/victimized humans were either too scared to look back upon their savior, they feared that they were another monster or they just weren't in the right mind to properly give attention or remember her face. But surely Etoile would feel a sense of pride from the flushed cheeks of a few bumbling young boys and the starstruck adoration brimming in the eyes of young girls. Etoile might have to prepare herself for autographs and pictures once this was all over, and perhaps she would have to deal with a few very, very eager boys- but right now she had a task to fulfill, and these people to save!

The Yukatan Arcade had a large archway for its main entrance that helped showcase over 6 rows of new and vintage arcade cabinets. The entire arcade was large enough to fit a half-sized soccer field, and it was illuminated by several dim fluorescent and neon lights to make sure that nobody tripped or got hurt, or more importantly, damaged any equipment from their negligence. Many of the arcade cabinets were toppled over or pushed against the far walls to leave the center, main area free and clear of any obstacles. This was bad news for anyone looking to play the new Street Fighter and rail shooters- but at least the giant Dance Dance Revolution platform at the very far end of the arcade was untouched.

But not for long.

With a snarl and an accompanying screech of metal being ripped and torn asunder, the monster of the arcade made its appearance. The giant DDR machine exploded in a shower of sparks and machinery as a stream of blood red energy came shooting up and out of it. Destroyed components and other bits of tech came flying from all corners of the arcade to smash against the red energy as it began to pulsate and swell like a giant organ. The being in front of Etoile could only be described as a formless abomination, or one that looked vaguely like a levitating gorilla if said gorilla was featureless, blood red, pulsating with power and riddled/equipped with a mishmash of machinery, steel and electronics. The flesh-like energy pulsed and washed over the bits of foreign material within its form as it then readied itself to fight.

Despite the creature looking slow and in constant 'agony' from all the metal and whatnot within its form, it was quick to close the distance between it and Etoile. Within the Technobeast's right arm looked to be very powerful yet blunt pieces of metal, and it was this arm that was swinging towards Etoile! She would have to be quick on her feet to avoid this strike, and even more so to fight back!

"Oh my~!"

A low gasp thrummed from the Digital Angel's lips, her violet eyes going so very, very wide as the arcade machine exploded! Instinctively, she took a step back...The air shimmering, schematic lines sketching themselves into existence around her - Becoming a compact blaster, something that looked right at home in the arcade!

All right - This was bad. This was *really* bad. The virtual vixen's slim eyebrows rose, as crimson energy seethed in the air - She ducked, as an arcade cabinet flew overhead to smash into the far wall. Whatever this was, it didn't look friendly...Her eyes trying to make sense of what she was seeing, at the weird, warped form that loomed over her...

And her taut hiss - the gleam in her eyes - told of a flicker of excitement...Right before her conjured visor shimmered into existence, as she set her feet - Firing a blast of raw code! Her blaster made a synthesized 8-bit sound, as the seething green codeburst slammed into the creature...But then Etoile had to hurl herself into the longest impromptu dive she'd ever attempted, a huge arm swinging overhead!

"Nnnnnn~!" All right - This was getting interested~! With a flash of lacy panties, Etoile scissored her lissome legs, springing to her feet...Backing away, charging another blast! Her keen gaze flitted across the creature's form - It was using the metal to give itself form and shape! Maybe if she could...

"EXEC_RECONFIGURE!" she called - Power jagging through her, the whirling green light of her blaster's charging elements shifting to a radiant blue. She'd gone from Deletion Mode to Matter Destruction mode...Perhaps she could disintegrate the metal that made up the creature's form - It might be easier to deal with, then! A force shield sprang into existence on her left arm, translucent and shimmering, composed entirely of hexagons...A buckler that seemed oh-so-slight against the huge monster!

"Bring it on, handsome~" Etoile called - She'd have to get in close, if she wanted to land a solid hit! "I'm here all night~!"

When it came down to a battle between brute force and finesse, it seemed a given that finesse would win out in the end. The primal-looking, metal-laden Technobeast had the power to bring Etoile to her knees and clobber her into dust, but all that power and strength meant nothing if it couldn't hit her. It writhed in pain at the code blast Etoile fired at it and let loose an agonized howl before it completed its action of slamming, swinging, its large arm against her supple body only for the woman to dive out of the way at the last possible second. Visibly angry if the rapid pulsing of that red energy was any indication, the Technobeast lowered its shoulder and barreled into a nearby Railgun Shooter cabinet to dislodge the priceless machinery and components within.

Etoile wasn't the only one who could reconfigure their moveset, but then again, she was the only one here who could delete pieces of the metal that made up the Technobeast's form, or rather, its armor. Just as the savage-looking, corrupted beast of metal, pulsating energy-made-flesh and malice finished reconfiguring an arm into a makeshift cannon, no doubt about it that Etoile's blaster and the Matter Destruction mode it sported would have put a stop to this new development. The Technobeast's metal arm rusted over and disintegrated in the span of a few seconds to leave the creature vulnerable to follow up attacks, yet Etoile would have to be careful now. Disintegrating the metal that made up the Technobeast's body indeed had a hurtful effect on it but without the metal the red energy beneath it all shifted about and formed a series of menacing-looking tendrils and tentacles.

The beast advanced upon Etoile once again, but this time it had a strategy. It swung its other, metal-coated arm in her general direction and dislodged the plates, components and other bits of machinery lodged within like missiles at her. Such an action would serve as an attack but also as a means to become more limber and faster, for now the other arm was pulsating and contorting into a mass of writhing tendrils. And such tendrils were now crawling and writhing their way through the air towards Etoile from both sides... all in an attempt to grapple with her!

"W, what-?"

She'd hit it - She'd hit it dead on...But her troubles were only beginning! As the metal that made up the Technobeast's form disintegrated, Etoile closed the distance...Charging another shot! The lovely Digital Angel certainly wasn't holding back - She thought, after all, that she had her enemy on the run...

-Only to get a nasty surprise a heartbeat later, as the creature's remaining arm lashed out at her. But it didn't stop there: A hail of metal sharpnel flew through the air, as the Technobeast shed it's carapace. With a gasp, Etoile twisted - Her charged shot aimed at the whirling hail of scrap, detonating it with a satisfying blast of fuming energies. To the lovely redhead's mind, she'd hit on a winning strategy...After all, the thing was disintegrating, right in front of her - Wasn't it...?

It didn't stop her from ducking, as gears and half of a razor-sharp plate hurtled overhead...If anything, it was moving faster now, having shed most of the weight - But not enough to evade Etoile's attacks! "Got you~!" the Digital Angel called, reckless with glee...Her white costume clinging to her shapely curves, as she almost pirouetted out of the way of the next attack! "Just stand still, and I'll..."

...And her big violet eyes went wide, as the smoke cleared - As metallic tentacles, snaking, snapping, lunged for her! "Wai-" Etoile managed - She triggered her weapon, but it wasn't fully charged...Her heels skidding against the floor as she sprang back, a desperate evasion...

-Only for the floor to slip away from her, as...Without any warning at all!...Etoile went over with a yelp! Her gun skittered away from her outstretched hand, as she hit the ground on her back - She reached for it, but another tentacle circled her slender but strong arm...Just like the one that had snared her foot, a heartbeat ago! Dazed, her twintails swayed as Etoile shook her head to clear it - dimly aware that she was *really* in trouble now - but she only had time for a *squeak*, as the tendrils swarmed over her!

"What's this - unnnghhhh~!!!" she managed, her yelp thrumming from her lips as her limbs were snared! She struggled, hauling with all her strength, trying to wrench free...Her lips forming a shapely, startled 'O' of surprise, momentarily frantic - Oh God, it'd *got* her!

Like a mass of writhing, coiling vines hopped up on an absurd amount of Miracle Grow the metallic tendrils seeped up Etoile's legs and over her arms. They dug into her skin and forced her to endure the weight and chill of the metal as more and more tentacles came swarming over her. The main body of the Technobeast, now more a pumping blob of red energy and macabre flesh serving as the tendrils' hive, inched closer and closer to Etoile whilst sensors and computer screens shifted and flowed up the beast's body to come together as a makeshift pair of 'eyes'. The LEDs flicked on thanks to the bio-electricity contained within and showed many sets of distorted, flickering eyes that were primed on Etoile's form. She was being watched now, and judging from all the equipment that had been sucked into the Technobeast's form, who was to say that there wasn't a camera or two hidden within the belly of the beast?

In any case, the metallic tendrils continued to coil up and over Etoile's limbs with all the savagery of a primal snake. Without her weapons or agility to help her, it seemed that Etoile was doomed to die here... And yet, death wasn't coming. Instead, the metallic tendrils began to pulse once they reached the woman's shapely rear, her chest and her smooth stomach. Like clockwork the metal that encased these tendrils snapped off from the twitching limbs to reveal soft, slimy red flesh that was all too eager to slither against Etoile's skin. Instead of snuffing her out, the tendrils slipped all over her figure and managed to pull at her outfit just enough to allow other tendrils to slide underneath the fabric and over the sensitive skin that laid beneath.

This meant that Etoile would soon find these slimy abominations, these pulsing tentacles, rubbing and caressing her crotch, her inner thighs, her shapely rear- complete with what seemed to be cheeky slaps or pinches- and her ample chest. Two tendrils wormed their way into her outfit and coiled around her breasts before giving those soft puppies a few good squeezes. She was going to be molested here, but surely that was a better alternative than facing death!

As the tendrils started to nip, pick, rip and pluck at her outfit in the hopes of leaving the lovely Etoile bare, the main body of the beast continued to approach her... all the while sporting what looked to be a larger, stiffer and more impressive-looking tentacle jutting out from its front. It looked eerily like a big, thick cock with ridges...!

"Nnnn - Wha...?"

The taut gasp of alarm pulsed from Etoile's lips - Her struggles more desperate by the moment! Oh, this was bad...It took only moments for the Technobeast to press the advantage, her arms and legs snared by those tentacles too! The cold metal bit against her creamy skin, as the lovely redhead writhed in place...She couldn't pull free, couldn't summon more weapons to cut a path - Her eyes squeezing shut, her low hiss thrumming from her silky throat as her head turned to the side, expecting a killing blow...

Only for her startled "Wai - Mmmmnnnnn~!" of surprise to be coaxed from her lips, as the metallic tentacles became rather more fleshy...Coiling against her, sliding over her shapely form - tugging at her skintight white costume, exploiting any gaps! "Oh my~!" Etoile managed, that shivery, startled sound rather more breathy than before...Her heels straining against the floor, fighting to find purchase - Her low "Mmmm, mmmm~!!!" so breathless, so urgent, as the tentacles ground against her!

They were *inside* her costume, now - Squeezing, kneading - closing on her breasts, grinding against the smooth join between her creamy thighs, her shapely behind...Winding around those luscious orbs, cinching down hard enough to make her back arch, an inarticulate moan thrumming from deep within! Oh God, this wasn't like anything she'd expected...The beast's many eyes were shamelessly ogling the digital angel it'd captured, caught like a fly in a spider's web-

As a matter of fact - Etoile had *always* been something of a tease...But she had *never* been manhandled like this before! While another magical girl would've been thoroughly repulsed, the raw physical sensation made her head loll back, as rents appears in the fabric of her white outcostume...Her thigh-highs alluringly ragged, her whimper thrumming from deep within-

...Until her violet gaze settled on the Technobeast's fat, throbbing cock-!

"Y, you can't be serious - aaahhhhh~! <3" Etoile panted out - Her eyes so very, very wide...Her full breasts heaved with each breath, her struggles stilling for a moment...As the Technobeast approached, her blush flaming in her pale cheeks-

Oh God - W, was it - Was it...

-Going to *fuck* her?

Usually, monsters were rather smart when they had prey right where they wanted. Most mortally wounded or outright killed those less fortunate while those who survived the encounter usually lost a limb or an eye. Even magical girls suffered from the same treatment which, in the past, persuaded those without the courage to not stand up and fight. But in recent years monsters seemed to be a little less frightening, and far, far more forgiving... but lustful as well. And now Etoile would be introduced to all of this!

As the Technobeast's cock throbbed in the background, speakers lodged within the blob's backside would spark to life and fill the air with a sensual and enticing 16-bit beat. But this wasn't all; a distorted videogame announcer's voice crackled and flowed through the speakers.

-BZZZZZZTTTTTTT- "-match up today?! We've got -CCHHHKKK- fighters ready to go at it! This is g-g-gonna get exciting!"

True to those words, the tentacles that had wrapped around Etoile's figure really got to work on her body. Being a monster, the Technobeast paid no heed to Etoile's outfit and instead ripped it to shreds, or at least ripped it open enough to reveal her smooth, creamy thighs, her luscious, pale and plump breasts, her delicious hips and most importantly, her crotch. With her crotch laid bare for the Technobeast's many 'eyes' and monitors to ogle, more tendrils came over to pick at her panties. Alas, if Etoile wore none- which would be ever so exciting- this step would be skipped in favor of the tendrils lapping, licking and sliding against her pussy lips. There they would frame Etoile's prized sanctum and dance around it whilst teasing the sensitive nerves around it.

Thin lubricant was rubbed into Etoile's skin thanks to the tentacles' passionate massage which, while comforting, contained trace amounts of a potent aphrodisiac. But such an aphrodisiac really wasn't necessary when the tendrils and tentacles were going at Etoile's breasts like they were stress relievers after a long, hard day! Two thick tentacles that were wrapped around the base of her breasts squeezed and slid around while two smaller tendrils coiled around her nipples and tugged in various directions. This was just the filler, the appetizer...

And here came the entree! The Technobeast's main cock- so big, so thick, twitching with desire and dribbling with an unknown white substance- inched ever closer as it extended out towards Etoile's inviting pussy. A few tendrils sank past Etoile's lower lips far enough to grapple and pull them apart just wide enough for big cock to press its fat head against the inner pink, then smoothly slide in with a long and drawn out /SSSCHLIIICK/. Inch by inch the Technobeast pushed his cock into Etoile's quivering pussy until there was about six inches rooted comfortably inside her. Every inch was punctuated with the sensation of the cock's ridges brushing against the roof of the woman's cunt as well!

Pleased with the pleasure so far, the Technobeast paused and 'looked' up at Etoile to gauge her reaction.

"Fir-Fir-First Strike! You snooze, you looooo- BZZZZZZTTTT"

Etoile's eyes widened - Her soft gasp of surprise teased from her lips, at the distorted voice that crackled up at her from within the Technobeast~! Even as she squirmed in it's grasp - even as those tentacles writhed all over her form - the Digital Angel's hot shiver raced up her spine...Maybe it was because she knew games. Maybe it was because that little surreal, video-gamey twist - the tinny music echoing in her ears - reached something she didn't even know...

-But the delicious contrast between the cold machine gaze of cameras and monitor screen, the fleshy warmth of the tentacles coiling against her luscious form...It drew a moan from deep within, her nipples diamond-hard! Even as her pink-and-white costume was ripped to shreds - scads of fabric fluttering in the air, her yelp pulsing from her lips as her back arched - her creamy white panties on display...It was oh-so-clear that the mood had changed, as Etoile's lovely features contorted in *very* pleasured anguish!

"I, I - Ooooooooohhhhh~!!! <3" the mewl slurred from Etoile's lips, high and heady - the charms strung in her pink tresses chiming, the sleek muscles in her creamy thighs tensing just so...A sensuous full-body shudder rippling through her, her breath coming in heated pants as she caught a glimpse of herself - reflected in the Technobeast's monitor screens! Her toes curled, in her high-heeled boots - sweat sheening her creamy skin, her mouth going dry...A helpless, heady excitement in her big violet eyes!

T, time - Time for Round 1~ she had time to think - Only to gasp, trying to shock herself out of the sudden reverie she'd fallen into...Everything growing hotter and more immediate, more real, oh-so-aware of the raw sexual electricity that thrummed up her spine, as her panties were pushed to the side...Then ripped right off her, the thong snapping - the tendrils spreading a racing, tingling heat as that ground against her smooth skin, her soft, wordless moan thrumming in the air-! There were so many of them...They felt like slick, slimy tongues, working that wicked heat all the way into the very core of her being - Her breathless "Oh my~!" slurring from her lips, as that delved against her nether lips!

This - this can't be *good*~ the Digital Angel thought - Her pink twintails swaying, oh-so-aware of the half-cohered whimpers she was making...Her body made to arch, deliciously, as she got a perfect view of the tentacles swarming over her form, circling her breasts, kneading in a sinful rhythm, making those luscious orbs jiggle - as finer tendrils teased her nipples, coiling, each slight motion making her sleek thighs squeeze together in a futile effort to stem the liquid heat drooling down her inner legs-!

If that wasn't *exciting* enough - Etoile's breath caught, her breathless "Nnnnn~!!!" thrumming from deep within as those insidious tentacles spread her folds just so...Her half-muted "W, wait - I, if you do *that*..." equal parts trepidation and driving need as her legs splayed a little more...That throbbing cock pressing up against her, her cheeks flushing at the heat-!

The lovely Digital Angel had always been a tease - but as the *real thing* sank into her, her response was like nothing she'd ever felt before! The virtual vixen was about to be fucked by an arcade machine come to life...And that thought was so hot nasty hot, she bit her lips soooooo hard she tasted blood, as the first inch sank into her - The sinful sssscchhhhhhlllickkkk so, *soooo* loud, as her nails bit into her palms, her perfect ass clenching just so...

Inch after fat straining inch squeezed into her - She could feel herself stretch, this close to splitting, her virgin folds *parted* by that cyber-cock...Her breasts swaying madly as those tentacles groped her harder, little kisses and bites peppering her flesh-! She could *hear* her own moans revebrating through the arcade, like a tinny, pixellated version of her own voice, like a really torrid sex *game*...

It was like *she* was becoming part of the game, too - And somehow it only excited her even more, her flickering image cast across countless screens! So hot - so wet - so *eager*, as Etoile writhed in place...

"Nnnn, haaaa, haaa - Uuuuuuu~!!!" Her body squirmed in place, her lips parting in a heady moan - "Please...Please - Please..." she purred, becoming more and more of a digital vixen with every second - "Please *play* me ~ <3"

All it took was a push of her hips - A keening cry coaxed from deep within, as that cock split her...And it felt so *good*, the tinny voice playing in her ears, as she bucked hard-! "Aaaahhhh, aaahhhh, AAAHHHHHH~!!!" Etoile in the air - Played back to her in a dozen different ways, over the speakers - as she *gave* herself to the Technobeast, the schllt schlllt schlllttt like music to her ears as her hips arched...Her tongue lolling from her lips, the light from the screens limning her form!

"S, so good - So good - It feels so *good* inside ~ <3" Etoile slurred - "Mmmm, haaa - U, use me for the high score...I - I won't stop until it's Game Over ~ <3"

"A-A-A-A new warrior has entered the riiiiiiiing!"

True enough, for Etoile she would stop seeing her reflection in a few of the Technobeast's screens and begin to see actual footage of her ensnared within its tendrils. The cameras, looking like beady little eyes that swiveled around within the beast's flesh, focused on Etoile's writhing form and its every detail from her creamy skin, her sinful, leaking fluids, her bobbing twintails and so much more. Etoile would be able to see herself in all her glory as the weight of the Technobeast's ridged cock slid ever deeper into her once-virgin folds and scraped delightfully against those needy nerves of hers. Inch after inch was shoved inside of her without any care for resistance until Etoile had nearly 10 inches of hot, throbbing beastmeat held tight within her quivering pussy. But then the fun would begin! With the cameras angled in different directions- one on Etoile's face, one on her breasts, another on the cock in her cunt- the Technobeast would start to churn her like butter!

If there was a high score out there for this event, the Technobeast was certainly trying his best. The tendrils that had looped around Etoile's breasts would continue to squeeze them, tug them and nudge them about before a thicker tentacle, like a big cock, was pressed up tight within the valley between Etoile's breasts. This cock-headed tentacle pulsed as soon as it touched the woman's creamy skin and suddenly burst out with some light, rubbery and oh-so-slick nubs all along its base to make the pistoning between those supple breasts so much more pleasurable for Etoile. But there was a cockhead for a reason, and Etoile would soon figure this out when the tentacle continued to slide up between her breasts, lap against her chin and then dart around her lips like a dragonfly. Occasionally it would try and press itself against Etoile's lips and dart in, but it would only commit once Etoile moaned and parted her lips wide for entry.

With that second hole down- once that tentacle slid past Etoile's lips and rubbed itself against her tongue- the game began with great zest. The main tentacle cock was overzealous with its pistoning and surged through Etoile's pussy with enough force to rock her hips back. The tendrils that kept her constrained, however, tugged her back to reset her to her original position, but that also served to impale her deeper and deeper upon that big, thick cock. This was only the beginning of the fun the two were sure to have!

"KKKRRRCCHH... I get the feeling that you like being tied up!" the Technobeast sparked out, once again playing selections from the games available. Strange... Was that an erotic game? "A-always look for -BBBZZZZTTTT- secrets!"

At the word 'secrets' a few tentacles would slither up and over Etoile's thighs to start molesting her buttocks... and her puckered star of an anus. It seemed that it was asking permission here...!

So hot inside her - so hard~! Etoile's low gasp pulsed from her lips, her hips bucking as the Technobeast's cock churned inside her...Filling her, grinding against her tight, tight tunnel, drawing a heady moan from deep within! The cold caress of the cameras made her toes curl just so, as the virtual vixen's body was put to use...Each thrust sinking deeper, deeper - her cheeks flushed with heat, her tongue lolling from her lips as she bucked in time to the assault~! "Haaa, haaa - Mmmm, more ~ <3" she heard herself moan - "I...Kyaaaaaa~!"

As the loop of those tentacles tightened around her breasts - squeezing the luscious mounds - her back arched as she felt the tendril push between her softest pillows, pulsing as it thrust~! "Oh~" Etoile managed, her taut little mewl mingling surprise and arousal...A counterpoint to the schlllt-schlllt-schllltt sounds below, as she was taken against and again-! The delicious friction made the gorgeous redhead mewl, a startled "Mmmmnn~!" thrumming from deep within as the bulbous head pushed up against her lips...

-Her long, long lashes fluttering, a heady expression flitting across her lovely features-

...And her lips parted - her tongue darting against the tentacle, sliding against it, tasting it...It was tangy, coppery, a metallic contrast to the rubbery flesh, an electric thrill racing through her! Her soft whimper of delight - the way her long, long lashes fluttered, her tongue dueling with that shaft - it was almost a tender moment, before her lips parted a little more...Letting it push into the wet warmth of her mouth-!

"Uuuuu, uuuu, uuuuu ~ <3"

Secrets~? As Etoile was slid down, down onto that impaling length - a taut gasp thrumming from deep within, as she felt herself spread even more...A startled "Nnnnn~!" coaxed from her lips, lovely features contorting in very, very pleasured anguish against the cock pushing into her mouth...her eyes widened as those tentacles kneaded and groped the plush swell of her perfect ass - pressing up against her most forbidden hole-!

It wanted - It wanted to take her *there* too...? In the heat of the moment, the fap of flesh-on-flesh, the humming buzz of electricity - Etoile's resistance was weak...Her words slurred, her body tingling with new excitement! "Haaa, haaaa ~ Oh God, I think...I think I love you~" the Digital Angel panted out, a new blush to her cheeks - "Please use...all of me~!"

In an instant Etoile would feel the full force behind not one, not two, but three coppery-tasting, psuedo-flesh/metallic tentacles- ah, details, details!- pushing their way into her slick pussy, her moist and tender mouth, and her puckered anus. Especially that last part, for the tentacle squeezing its way past her clenched ring would find some give and thrust in with a grand flourish and plenty of virtual sparks to make the whole thing magical. Bits of code, whether from Etoile's nature as a Digital Angel or the Technobeast's mere existence, flittered off and away from Etoile's various openings as if they were special effects from giving someone a thorough pounding, which would be just what this Digital Angel was getting! Plus, distorted and sopping-wet sound effects played through the speakers embedded within the beast and filled the musky air with a cacophony of crazy noises. Some were fitting and oh-so-lewd as if lifted straight from the billions of porn games out there while others were... bizarre, yet also fitting.

Nothing was quite as interesting as having three tentacles pumping away at three holes while the corrupted 8-bit jump sound from Super Mario played.

"Bwahahaha! Welcome to die- BZZZZZTTT- J-J-J-Jet Set Radio Feeeeeeeeeevaaaa..."

Not wanting to be desecrating a corpse of all things, the Technobeast pulled back its tentacle from Etoile's mouth and allowed her some time to breathe and speak. Yet this was a rather cruel and mischevious tactic, as the tentacle that was so sopping wet with Etoile's saliva would hover near her lips before puffing up and eventually spewing forth a hearty and steady stream of thick, heavy cum all over Etoile's hair, cheeks and face. Sure, the desire to plant all of this seed in Etoile's stomach had been on the Technobeast's mind, but surely this was much cheekier and would mark the woman for more fun in due time.

Like being impaled upon two pistons Etoile would have to endure the force of those thick tentacle cocks pushing up and into her from below. They worked in unison with one another and pushed into Etoile's holes with all the grace of a rampaging bull in a China shop. The tentacles that had wrapped around the woman's breasts retreated and slid down to her sides to allow those shapely orbs to bounce wild and free with each and every meaty thrust. The tentacle in Etoile's asshole, in particular, was very well lubricated but was tapered off with a thick head adorned with little nubs to serve two purposes- one, to prevent the tentacle from going too deep and two, to drive Etoile absolutely crazy with lust.

"Nyghaaa! Nygghaaaa!~ Bad end! Ret-Return of G-Gan- BITSSSSSHHHHHHHH- Final lap! Final lap! *Bliiiooop!* Oil Spill ready!" The Technobeast sent a few more tentacles out to Etoile's hands in the hopes that she would grasp them and churn them while the two pumping away at her sopping wet pussy and ass began to work against one another. They were pulsating and practically glowing with energy while a passionate red light began to glow from the belly of the beast. "Oil Spill ready! Un-Un-Unleash?!"

So many - All of them working towards one thing - fucking her as hard as they could~! Etoile's moans, her whimpers...The sounds so urgent, so needy...were almost drowned out by the *schlllttt* of the tentacles thrusting into her, pushing between her lips, into her tight, tight tunnel - Plundering her most forbidden hole-! Her head lolled back, her body made to spasm - flickers of light playing across the luscious virtual vixen's form, as she was put to the test-!

Dark spots danced in her field of vision...Dark clouds billowing in from all directions...until that tentacle slid from her lips with an audible pop. She was panting, gasping, a breathy "Haaa, haaa, haaa..." - Her gaze hazy, a little blush to her cheeks...Her violet eyes caught and held by the slick, dripping shaft poised before her face-

And then came the eruption - thick, clotted - splattering her lovely features! Etoile didn't even have a chance to flinch back, her taut moan thrumming from deep within...The taste was strange, tingling on her tongue - so musky, so filthy, she could only sputter - A startled "Mmmnnnn~!!! <3" coaxed from deep within-! Her big violet eyes looked out from behind a mask of cum, a thick creamy baptism soaking into her hair, dripping in slow rivulets down her cheeks, over her parted lips...

But then her lovely features contorted, as both *cocks* sank into her-! "Aaaahhhhh, nnnnnn~!!! <3" Etoile managed - If she wasn't enhanced, she'd have already broken...But like this, in the throes of hardcore tentacle rape, it *was* a close thing! Tinny music played in her ears, lights flashing alarmingly...the scrape of those cocks against her insides, pistoning back and forth, drawing a cry from deep within! S, soooo deep - I'm going to break - I'm going to break~

And right on the heels of that, an equally treacherous thought - And it's going to feel *good*~!

The Digital Angel was putty in the Technobeast's tentacles - When those glowing tendrils reached out for her, her slim fingers circled those shafts...As if for some grip on reality, her moans thrumming from deep within, her silky little gloves sliding up and over the thick lengths - jerking them off, even as the *cocks* churned within her, her awareness narrowing to a fever-hot point...The Technobeast's noises only now beginning to make *sense* to her mind-

It was going to cum-!

"I - aaahhh, annnnh, aaaaaaa!!!" Dimly, Etoile was self-aware enough to be think that this might be a *bad* idea...But in the throes of passion, she couldn't resist! "Nnnnn, yesssss~!!!" she slurred out, drool stringing from her lips - "Cum inside - cum inside - Let it all out..." She wasn't sure if the Technobeast understood her - But as she writhed in place, her hips moving in *time* to their invading shafts...Her meaning was all-too-clear! "Let's cum - Let's cum together~!!!"

The rough and oh-so-lewd fap-fap-fap of those thick, slippery tentacle cocks echoed throughout the destroyed arcade while those cameras and screens continued to play back every single detail of Etoile's defilement. Her moans were taken by the Technobeast, recorded and blared out from the speakers at a lower pitch to make the woman seem much sluttier than she really was, but more so to let her hear what she sounded like. Why, if Etoile had thought that the Technobeast was enamored with her, she was 100% right at that moment if this monster was deadset on ensuring that she suffered the most powerful orgasm of her entire life... or at least until the next sexy encounter. Dedicated to this task, the tentacle cocks continued to piston, shove and push their thick, ridged meat all throughout Etoile's three holes- as the beast had thought it quite rude to slip out from between Etoile's lovely lips- until the woman, and the beast, were near their limit.

And with Etoile begging to be filled to the brim with hot, thick, milky-white cum, the Technobeast could only oblige with an 8/16-bit fanfare of epic and nostalgic proportions.

"Ul-Ul-Ultra Combo F-Finish!"

After a glorious 15-hit combo from each tendril trapped within Etoile's luscious folds, her puckered asshole and her mouth, the Technobeast released everything that it had to offer her. Knots formed within the tentacles lodged below her while a steady stream of cum gushed down her throat and towards her stomach. Still the tentacles idly churned the woman's insides like butter, even as those canine-esque knots stopped swelling and eventually burst within the woman's body to fill her womb and ass with a heaping helping of rich, creamy cum. A low gurgling could be heard echoing throughout the arcade as gallon after gallon was emptied out inside of Etoile until the Technobeast was finally spent. But wait, there was more!

As the Technobeast started to glimmer and retract its tentacles from Etoile's quivering form, one tentacle remained rooted inside of her- more specifically, deep within her twitching pussy. A glowing object, indiscernible through the red flesh of the tendril, was pushed up through the tentacle where it slipped past Etoile's lower lips and was deposited inside of her where it would mix in with the copious amounts of cum.

But Etoile need not fear anything sinister because of all that. It took a minute, but soon the Technobeast shimmered and faded away from this plane of reality while the bits of technology lodged within its core fell to the ground in a heap of non-repairable scrap. The speakers and monitors were still lively, however, and continued to play back 'highlights' of Etoile's fun in a quick loop until this too faded away. Despite Etoile's best efforts- if she made the effort to do so, that is- to keep the strange, glowing object inside of her, it would eventually slip past her pussy lips and plop down to the ground in a puddle of cum. Should she investigate, two things would have happened at once.

One, she would look upon the seed and know without a doubt that she had scored herself an Oblivion Seed, and two, whether as a coincidence or the work of the Technobeast's faded spirit, a subtle sound would flow throughout the arcade...

...

...

"...Y-YAHAHA! YOU FOUND ME!"

This was so wrong - so perverse - and it was the hottest thing Etoile had ever done! She couldn't even *remember* trying to resist, as she writhed in the grasp of those tentacles...As those thick, throbbing cocks pounded into the virtual vixen faster, faster - to the tinny chorus of arcade games, beneath the cold eyes of cameras and screens! And something about that made it even hotter, made Etoile all-the-more willing to lose herself to it-

When she heard the fanfare - sparks dancing in her field of vision, Etoile's "Hnnnnn, NNNNNNNN-!!! <3" of mingled pain and pleasure thrumming in the arcade-

-"aaaaaa, annnnhaaa, aaaaaa-"

"S, so good - So good - It feels so *good* inside ~ <3"

"-unnnghhhh-"

"-rrrrreadddyyy or nottttt-"

Dimly, Etoile was aware her own moans were being played back to her, like proof of her lust...The smoky, husky sounds of her altered voice echoing in her ears, as if multiple copies of her were being fucked at once! But she couldn't just *hear* it - She could see it, onscreen...Video footage of herself being taken, being claimed...

And absolutely loving every minute of it.

Her long, long lashes fluttered, her gaze going half-lidded-

I get to watch, get to see, I want to see more, I want, I want-

But she couldn't hold on much longer, her squeal thrumming from her lips at the final *push* of those ribbed cocks into her oh-so-eager holes~! Impaled, Etoile writhed in place, with one last, climatic cry...

And then came the eruption! The heat, gushing into her - Down her throat, into her tight, tight tunnel, her most forbidden passage! It felt like magma being pumped into her, her wordless, breathy cries so sinfully loud...As those cocks *churned* within her, grinding, rubbing, faster, faster...So thick, so creamy, so hot-! "Nnnnnn, nnnnnn~!!!" she slurred - Her toes curling just so, her body tensing with a half-cohered mewl...!

When the cold shock of her climax raced up her spine, she could feel it building, building - As Etoile fought it down just a little more, to savor the moment...Until even her endurance reached it's very limit! The Digital Angel arched, her body drawn taut...Flickers of tame lightning playing around her limbs, enmeshed in the Technobeast's grasp...

As she came like a volcano.

Her vision fizzed over. Streamers of binary code swirled across her vision, as Etoile thrashed - Her hips made to roll, clinging to her lover as her heady wails...Played back to her, tinny, exultant, lusty...rang from the walls, piped through every speaker! And that wasn't all...All the pent-up energy within her flared, as she convulsed in ecstasy - Wailing, laughing, shaking, even crying a little, with the heady delight of a virtual vixen discovering her body for the first time-

-ooohhhh yessss thank you thank you thank youuuuuuuu-

...And then she was sinking to the floor, blissed-out - Slick with sweat and cum and less identifiable fluids - deliciously, thoroughly defeated! "Haaa, haaaa ~ <3" she cooed, basking in the warm, warm afterglow...Her legs twitching beneath her, as she rode the high...

She didn't know how long she lay there, entirely ravaged...But her gaze eventually - eventually! - fell on the faintly glowing object that'd clattered to the ground...

"W, what...?" Etoile husked, as her slim fingers curled around it - As the musical cue clued her in! This was...An Oblivion Seed? The lovely redhead clutched her new prize to her chest...One down, twelve to go! She couldn't *believe* she'd finally laid hands on one! Now all she had to do was to get out of here, with her prize in tow...

As soon as she could get her legs working against, of course~

One down, twelve to go! Just having that Oblivion Seed in her possession was sure to bolster Etoile's spirits, but there was little time to sit there and fawn over her prize when the threat of being discovered and photographed was pretty damn high. Wherever the Technobeast scuttled off to, it had made a mighty fine trade with Etoile. She got her Oblivion Seed and one hell of a lewd, good time while the abomination got plenty of good pictures and videos of her moaning like a whore and begging to get fucked even harder as tentacles surged into her sopping wet folds. Perhaps the Technobeast would come back and make another appearance, as it seemed that blackmail material was in its repertoire. At the very least, perhaps when Etoile least expected it, all of Japan would see her at night up on the big screens, and wouldn't she just feel so honored because of it?

In any case, as said before, Etoile would have to flee from the area with her new gain...

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Once Etoile left the destroyed arcade- perhaps in a mess of tech, scrap and obscene amounts of gooey monster cum- she would have plenty of time to relax and cool down or prepare for the next day. In Tokyo there always was something new and exciting going on, and for Etoile she would find a list of events pop up through her suit's HUD. Apparently, there was a grand opening for a new Cat Cafe where the all-female staff dressed up as Neko Maids, a public seminar about the economy and other boring things in the nearby park at noon, rumors of a midnight street race, a renowned manga artist was doing signings and last but not least, there was the monthly convention for all things anime, videogames, technology and popular culture. The Otakon Convention was pretty big this time of year, and it was even more so now that there were cosplay competitions to tempt even the most insecure of men and women.

There was bound to be something interesting happening at each of these events, but the odds of another Oblivion Seed being found at the Otakon Convention were much better than finding one anywhere else. Well, perhaps not the case for the Cat Cafe, but knowing how... sensual and debaucherous those who carried Oblivion Seeds were, perhaps one would be found amongst hundreds of lovely ladies dressed up in skimpy, well-designed outfits?

It'd be another day...A long day...before Digital Angel Etoile was ready to hit the streets again! She'd spent most of it blushing and taking long, *cold* showers - and wondering whether anyone else had seen the footage. If they did, she'd never live it down...But no-one would ever know it was her, right? Oh, the condurumn of having a secret identity...

"Hmmmm-? What's this...?"

A soft, thoughtful sound thrummed from Keiko's lips, her amber eyes oh-so-curious...Her gaze caught, and held, by the lines of text scrolling across her visor's live-feed! She'd spent most of the day in her dorm room, catching up on what she'd missed...But duty called, and she certainly couldn't wait. After all, every day she delayed gave one of the other girls a chance to beat her to the punch...!

The schoolgirl rested her chin on her upturned palm, her brow furrowing ever-so-slightly...So many possibilities - Where would she even start? A cursory examination of the Oblivion Seed she'd acquired hadn't given her more than the most basic clue as to what it might be...But she was certain it'd be easier, once she had a few more in hand! Until she had some way to construct a scanner - or some way to detect them - Keiko was basically guessing...

-Or was she...?

"Haaaa, that looks like fun~" she pouted - adjusting her glasses, as she glanced over at the Otakon Convention advertisement! She'd love to go, but she didn't have a costume ready...At any rate, some of the other girls she'd seen made her feel downright inadequate. There was no *way* she could possibly make it in time...And just thinking of what her classmates would say if they discovered her secret hobby - Brrrrr. A little shiver coursed through Keiko, at the thought!

But her gaze kept being drawn back to it, her foot tapping lightly against the floor beneath...As inspiration struck! She *did* have a costume...And she *did* have the body for it. All she had to do, after all, was to go as *herself*...Or, more specifically, her other self-!

Slim fingers reached for the pendant she always wore - Clasping it a little closer, Keiko's lips shaping each slow syllable. "Digital Change~!" she said...And motes of crimson light swirled around her petite form! The radiance coiled around her, in shimmering streamers...Infusing her with the light from the spaces between the stars! Her silhouette blurred, shifting, altering subtly in shape...Growing several inches taller, her modest curves filling out - Her hair cascading down her back, in glorious twintails-!

"Jaaaaannnnn~!!!" Digital Angel Etoile giggled, turning a little pirouette - Her violet eyes sparkling with mischief, as she struck a pose! "Now *that's* more like it..."

Oh yes - It looked like Etoile would be attending Otakon, after all...!

Like most good things, Otakon would start in the afternoon and drag on until midnight. When Keiko arrived with her Digital Angel Etoile persona raring to go, she would find that the festivities were already well underway. There was a thick crowd of people coming into and out of a gigantic convention center near the heart of Tokyo- so gigantic that oblivious American sports fans were getting confused as to why the Japanese had taken such a sudden interest in football. Booths had been set up within the convention center and housed many famous and underground-level artists, directors, actors and other media moguls while a few entertainment pieces, such as arcade cabinets, pachinko machines, photo-op stages and signings were scattered about to keep the patrons eager to keep going, to continue experiencing all that Otakon had to offer them.

While celebrities and skilled artists were front and center at Otakon, for Etoile she would find plenty of excitement within the gathered masses. Japanese citizens and foreign tourists were aplenty here, and with the enclosed spaces and aisles keeping them packed together, the odds of Etoile running into some interesting and alluring people were high. Even if she wasn't looking for attractive people to fantasize about, she would know beyond a shadow of a doubt that people were looking at her. Some men gazed at her from a distance while some women had to stop and look at Etoile out of jealousy, envy, appreciation and lecherous desire, for not even women were safe from Etoile's charm, unbeknownst to her or otherwise. As the Digital Angel moved through the masses she would even start to feel her appreciators- a grope to her breasts, a slap to her ass, the flash of a camera from some cheeky kid looking for a panty shot. They would all manage to escape before Etoile could get after them... But still, surely a woman like her would appreciate all that attention!

As for the main event- well, one of them- Etoile would find that the cosplayers were out and about to take in the festivities before they converged towards an older gentleman taking names by a grand stage. This was the start of the cosplay competition which tempted even the most secluded and aloof of people to participate. The prizes were stupendous, but there was no greater prize than being up there on stage with lights shining down on the winner while all eyes were on them. Right now this older gentleman, who was short and squat with beady little eyes and a noticeable paunch, was busy attending to the various cosplayers who had lined up to get admitted into the competition. He gave each cosplayer a thorough look-over, though the women got even more of it, before handing them a small placard with a number for their designation.

If Etoile were to join, she would find that the competition was no laughing matter. The men came here to win with their impressive costumes and armor. Fortunately for Etoile, there were categories to this competition, and so the men were in a seperate one. After all, how could they compete with the lovely ladies when they had so many assets? For that matter, how could Etoile compete against some of these cosplayers who had intricate outfits and were dolled up? The last cosplayer that the old lecher in charge of admitting them was rocking a kick-ass Chun-Li costume! But Etoile might find some reassurance in the fact that many people were looking for something new... someone charming and beautiful... like her!

Question was, would she take the chance? And an even better yet far less 'important' question was, why did this old lecher seem so chipper and energetic for his age? It was as if he had some kind of lucky charm with him. Or, you know, he was just excited and aroused from seeing all these lovely ladies!

As Etoile strutted through the crowd - A little chuckle purred from her lips, her hand perched on the curve of her hip! As Keiko, she'd have been too shy to *ever* show up at a place like this...Last year, she'd contemplated wearing a costume that mainly consisted of cardboard boxes (in the shape of a giant robot, of course) and she *still* had changed her mind at the very last moment.

But for Etoile-? Anonymous, and lovely? It was a revelation!

There was so much to see, so much to do - But as she made her way along, waving (and smiling so hard her lips hurt) to her many, many fans...Or people who'd just got an eyeful - she couldn't help but wonder *why* she'd taken so long to try this! The envious or lusty gazes she received would be met with a giggle, or sometimes a wink...She felt invulnerable, uplifted - And so very, very *sexy*!

Part of it was her costume, of course ~ She'd considered going in her white outfit, but there was always the chance that someone might actually recognize her as Etoile...As the *real* thing! Instead, the lovely redhead had found a new ensemble for herself...

For one thing - it was tight. Stiletto-heeled boots, sheer black stockings and garters...A shamelessly tight corset that clung to her shapely curves, all glossy violet synthleather! Her lovely features were half-obscured beneath a sleek 90s-era visor, with alluringly tight wire decals that evoked a distinctly bondage-styled appearance...Never mind the bridal gauntlets and the neon traceries that evoked a faint glow across her form! It was the kind of outfit that Keiko would've dreamed off, but never dared to try on...

-But Etoile certainly wasn't worried about small things like that! In fact, ever since she'd gained her first Oblivion Seed...Her mind was entirely alight with new ideas-!

"A competition~?" she mused aloud - a slim finger touched to her lips! A soft "Hmmmmm~" thrummed from deep within - an instinctive flutter of trepidation in her flat belly...But then she chuckled, a heady lilt teased from the very core of her being, buoyed by her natural self-confidence! She was the Digital Angel, wasn't she? She didn't have anything to worry about - At *all*!

"-Sign me up," Etoile would say, before she had the chance to change her mind...Flashing the old man a fetching smile, her hands clasped behind her back with the faint squeak of latex and vinyl-! Her lovely features backlit by the faint glow of her visor, she canted her head to the side...Slim fingers rising, brushing stray strands of crimson hair back from her lovely features!

"Surely there's room for one more...handsome~?" she purred, leaning in close - favoring him a wink he couldn't see, an expectant air to the lovely redhead! Oh yes - Technically, she was cheating...But wouldn't it feel good to win *just this once*~?

When Etoile came upon the old man with her sleek, tight latex and vinyl outfit it was as if she was a goddess before a devout follower. The older man's jaw dropped as Etoile worked her magic- hell, she could see clearly that, despite his receding hairline, paunch and other questionable features, everything was in working order. The noticeable tent in his trousers was hitched up even further! On closer inspection- not on what lay beneath his trousers- Etoile would notice a prominent name tag pinned to the man's chest that read 'Kazuo'. Hey, it was important to put names to these fine faces!

"Of course there's room!" Kazuo blabbered out in a desperate tone, as if he was afraid Etoile might have second thoughts. "For a lovely lady like you, of course! And with an outfit like yours... You might just win, just like last year's winner! I rea- The people really love latex here."

Already there were three women up on the nearby stage waiting to get judged: the Chun-Li cosplayer from before, a teenager wearing the ensemble of a much, much older woman and finally a rather surly-looking American blonde in the tight latex uniform that Laughing Octopus from MGS4 wore. She had her arms folded and was giving Etoile an ugly yet fearful scowl as if the Digital Angel had completely ruined her chances to win this competition.

"Please, please! Head on up to the stage right here and introduce yourself," Kazuo pleaded as he pressed his hand against Etoile's backside and ushered her forward. She could *feel* something throbbing from his person, but whether that was a pacemaker, his possibly-impressive male organ or something else was unknown. What was known, however, was that something important was going to happen here very, very soon. "You're our last contestant, so please, get up there and tell the crowd... well, anything you'd like!"

And while Etoile would have felt invulnerable while weaving through the throngs of people on the convention floor, should she take the old man's words to heart and get up on stage with those other three women, she would find that there were nearly two-hundred or so men and women sitting in neat little rows in front of the stage, and they were all there to observe and ogle. Surely Etoile would have felt like a queen of some sort to have all those eyes on her... but surely the most touching of gazes would come from Kazuo, who was radiating lust at that point with his lecherous, wanting gaze. That is until he started to squirm and clutch at his chest...

Ah, but who could honestly focus on the older man when so many people were looking at Etoile now and waiting for her to say something?

This was it - This was what she'd been looking for! "My~" she purred...Batting her long, long lashes at the old pervert! "...I really think they *do*~"

As she sauntered onto the stage, she found herself the subject of distinctly unfriendly looks...Her lips curving in a little pout, her expression oh-so-thoughtful as her gaze settled on the luscious blonde who'd been glaring at her! Odd...She knew things could get a little competitive, but she didn't think the other woman would take it so personally!

Ah, well. A light gasp pulsed from Etoile's lips, as she felt fat fingers on her shapely behind...Resisting the urge to glance down, as she was steered forward, the old lecher's sweaty hand lingering-! As a late contestant, she'd have to make quite a splash...And she hadn't heard anything about a speech!

As Etoile ascended the steps, she could *feel* so many eyes on her...Their looks admiring, lusting, wanting, envious - So different from the others on the podium! Keiko would've quailed before their eyes...But the lovely redhead was another story entirely! She drew herself to her full height, her hand coming to rest on the curve of her hip...A soft giggle purring from deep within, as she flashed them her most fetching smile-!

"Everyone~!" she called, raised her hand - Holding herself poised, her shapely form drawn taut...Letting them *all* get a good look at her! Etoile leaned forward towards her audience, her hands coming to rest on her knees... "Thank you for having me here today~!"

The Digital Angel's laughter was pitched to carry, playful and oh-so-teasing; "I'll be sure to give you plenty of service...So please vote for me today~!" With *that* said, she'd saunter away...With a sly glance over her shoulder, a wink that was sadly invisible beneath her visor - Her shapely behind swaying, pacing off to take her place with the other girls!

But then - She couldn't help but blink, just once, at the sight of Kazuo clutching his chest...To wonder aloud - "...Is he all right~?"

Unfortunately, no. Kazuo was not alright. By the time the vague, curious desire to ascertain his well-being popped into Etoile's mind, it was already far too late. With the crowd distracted by her lovely little speech and her fetching appearance, the as-of-yet unpurified Oblivion Seed and inherent corruption festering within the old lecher worked in tandem to cause quite the commotion. A sinister red and violet fog seeped into the convention center- half rising from the floor like steam while the other half fell from the ceiling like snowfall. Many people took notice but wrote it off as some kind of scripted event, at least until the walls and a multitude of over surfaces- such as tables, chairs, monitors and the like- started to bubble up and shift about to the point where they resembled eerie, red-colored flesh. This wasn't some extremely well-done Silent Hill showcase; this was real!

As the convention center and, by extension, the stage upon which Etoile and the other three cosplayers were, churned with those disgusting red growths, Kazuo would undergo an extreme transformation. His eyes bulged out in his sockets as he fell to the ground with his body bulging and shifting- churning and straining against the fabric of his outfit until his limbs became far too massive for any synthetic coverings. His skin hardened and reddened like a fat, ripe tomato while his face ballooned and was chiseled to resemble that of a demon's, or in this case, an Oni's. Horns sprouted from Kazuo's forehead while intricate and ancient markings/tattoos spread over his now-bare yet still pudgy body. The only thing that Kazuo had left to his name now as a fearsome, corrupted Oni were the scraps of fabric that clung to his waist that hid his genitals, whose size and shape left nothing to the imagination if that tent was anything to go by.

Completing the Oni look was a massive club peppered with sharp steel or obsidian, yet it was deposited at Kazuo's feet like a gift from whatever corrupt forces were at work here. Kazuo, after completing his wretched and painful transformation, was far too fatigued at that moment to reach down and grab the club to lash out at Etoile or anyone else nearby... but he didn't have to.

Instead, little black and red goblins burst out from the red growths in the walls and floors like daisies on crack, and it was safe to say that these little monsters were indeed on crack themselves. Armed with blunt, non-lethal weaponry like clubs and blackjacks, the goblins leaped about and began terrorizing the convention-goers. Fortunately for most of the patrons and staff the exits weren't yet covered by that sinister red flesh, so they made mad dashes and got right the hell outta there while other people weren't as fortunate. Bonked on the head or tossed to the ground or against walls, a few people were knocked unconscious only to have goblins 'gloat' and dance above their prone bodies as if this was all some game to them. The women, though... They got special treatment.

As the three cosplayers next to Etoile reacted in their own unique ways- the Chun-Li cosplayer falling still and silent in fear, the young Hilde screaming and the Laughing Octopus scrounging for some kind of weapon- the goblins rushed the stage and went about reaching for their supple, tantalizing prey. Etoile could see some goblins in the distance had knocked some lovely ladies around only to rip and tear at their clothes in an attempt to see the skin that laid beneath. Despite the protests, the goblins were laughing and yucking it up as they showed off their small yet still fearsome cocks.

It seemed that Kazuo, now as an Oni, was the source of all this excitement. Even now Etoile could see through her visor that he had an Oblivion Seed on his person, or, no... no, it was inside him! With the goblins closing in on her and the other three cosplayers next to her, no doubt intent on ravishing their lovely bodies, Etoile would be faced with a dilemma. Would she stand and fight the goblins closing in on her and the others, perhaps even going so far as to put a stop to the others in the distance, or would she take the chance to engage Kazuo while he was vulnerable? Doing nothing and allowing the goblins to have their fun was always an option, but, honestly, that was hardly befitting a Digital Angel now, right?

"Wha-"

Etoile's low gasp pulsed from her lips, her eyes going so very, very wide - the lovely redhead entirely aghast! Things were beginning to happen very quickly...If she hadn't seen her fair share of weirdness as a magical girl, she'd be pretty sure that she was dreaming. As the crimson fog swirled around them, tumorous growths pushing out from the area all around - the foul mist lending a particularly surreal cast to Etoile's surroundings - the Digital Angel had to admit...

She hadn't seen *this* coming!

"Is that...?" she had time to breathe - even as the old lecher she'd just been *talking* to swelled, his body warping out of all proportion! Even as he burst out of his ratty outfit, as the wave of change swept across him, Etoile had just enough time to flinch back, defensively, taking her first step forward-

Her guess had been right - there was an Oblivion Seed here. But...

"-It's in him...?"

And the Oni wasn't alone, either - Etoile whirled, at the first screams...As the goblins came swarming out from the weird extrusions in the walls and floors! There were dozens of them, and more by the second - a seemingly endless horde, surging towards the stage-

This could be bad.

"Stay back-!" Her slim fingers went to the data-bracelet on her wrist - a chunky keyboard-esque device that'd simply looked like part of Etoile's costume before - keying in a frantic sequence! The air before the stage swarmed with blue hexagons, the hasty barrier flaring to life as the goblins rammed into it...Sparks flying in all directions, as Etoile winced - Her lissome legs buckling, as if she'd been punched!

"I - nnnnn~!!!" she managed, oh-so-aware that she'd only bought the other girls a few seconds...It wasn't that she couldn't fight her way free, but she couldn't take on *these* many goblins and protect them at the same time! There was, after all, only one of her-

...Wait.

Inspiration dawned. Etoile's gaze flicked over the Chun-Li cosplayer, who'd gone all catatonic...Hilde, who was screaming in the way only a woman in the throes of mortal terror could manage - And Laughing Octopus, who looked like she at least had things together! At a time like this...No-one could blame Etoile if she deputized, right~?

"EXEC_UPGRADE~!" Etoile intoned...Motes of light swirling around her lissome form - As with a flick of her wrist, she directed it at the lovely blonde! Neon lights jagged across Laughing Octopus's form...Taking form, like an engineer's schematics in fast-forward. Power ambled across the woman's luscious figure...Parts of her costume turning a shiny jet-black - Her startled hands curled around the grips of a *very* impressive Code Cannon (It looked - and weighed as much as - a plastic prop, but hummed with virus-busting lethality) and a Nova Carbine!.

"It works like a camera-" she had time to gasp out, over the screams of the crowd and the jeers of the goblins - "Just point and click..."

And then Etoile had to drop the barrier, as dark spots hazed in her field of vision!

"Digital Blade!" she called - Her slim fingers closing around the singular hilt of a long, straight sword...the edge glowing with virtual light! As her shield fell, as the goblins came swarming forward, she swept her weapon across - the blade humming, carving through them in great, clean sweeps as if she was scything through grass!

She had to give the other girls a chance to get clear...Maybe then she'd be able to take on the Oni, once she'd whittled down his forces!

The goblins who took the initial burst from the sudden startup of Etoile's blue hexagon-comprised shield all were shot back in a comical fashion while the unfortunate few behind them found their comrades smashing into their hides. It was like watching dominos fall, but whereas dominos stayed down, these goblins picked themselves back up and grumbled amongst themselves before coming after Etoile and the girls once again. This time they weren't so cheery in their maliciousness, yet the shield raised by the Digital Angel was more than capable of holding the red devils at bay, at least for some time.

And outsourcing, or deputizing, would prove to be a spontaneous and rewarding choice for the Digital Angel. Whereas the other cosplayers, Chun-Li and Hilde, were not in the right state of mind to defend themselves outside of frantic flailing, the American blonde rocking the Laughing Octopus cosplay clearly was more capable, and thus a good choice. She had secured herself a cheap folding chair to do battle with the goblins when she suddenly caught sight of a beam of light shooting right at her. The blonde Octopus growled in surprise and raised her chair to swat the beam away, but the speed of light was far too quick for her simple human reflexes. The energy from Etoile's upgrade beam would quickly work its magic on the lovely blonde's form and, with a subdued flourish of light and harmonics, Octopus found herself sporting new regalia and equipment.

Her chair clattered to the ground as L. Octopus looked over her jet-black coverings- now far more form-fitting than ever before to the point where nothing was left to the imagination- and inspected the weaponry at her disposal. She shot a wild and confused glare over at Etoile, the same look adopted by any woman put in a crazy situation before she shook her head and brought her weaponry up to bear.

"My god... This is all... So totally insane, but, heheheh!" True to the character she was cosplaying as, Laughing Octopus began to laugh as the power roaming over her luscious figure took ahold of her. She took Etoile's advice to heart and 'holstered' the Nova Carbine to her back so she could take the Code Cannon for a spectacular spin. "Hahahaha! Ah, fuck it! I'll play ball!"

The deputized American took aim at the goblins coming at her and the others and blew a group to bits with very little effort. Like lines of code being corrupted, the goblins afflicted by the Code Cannon writhed about before fizzling away into nothingness. L. Octopus barked insults, orders and insulting orders at the Chun-Li and Hilde cosplayers until they finally snapped to attention and darted off of the stage to find some more suitable cover clear out of sight of any other goblins. Octopus sauntered over to Etoile as she cleaved through a fair horde of goblins and brought the Nova Carbine up to bear.

"I guess I oughta stick with you then, huh?"

Only a few agro'd goblins remained, yet they were easy pickings in small numbers. The real threat was now Kazuo, who had recovered from his sudden, rapid and bizzare transformation into a literal oni. He reached down to grasp the club at his feet with his stubby red fingers, stood up straight, groaned in pain as he pulled a muscle in his back and then he looked to Etoile and Octopus. At first he seemed confused, but then the corruption and inherent desire to cause a ruckus kicked in. Kazuo patted his fat belly and let loose a hearty laugh.

"Oh... Oh! Woah, such lovely ladies," the oni guffawed. He licked his lips and hefted his club up onto his shoulder to advance upon the girls. "Who should I m-m-meet first? Hmm... The vixen with the sword and visor, perhaps... Gah, I'm torn between clobbering you good and tearing your outfit to shreds. Hmph! Fine then, I'm too curious!" Kazuo looked right at Etoile. He had a dangerous look about him, but also a lustful one. "C'mere, you sweet young thing...~"