Shinjuku Babylon

Hitomi was running late, so by the time she got to Kabukichō the sun was beginning to set; already the streets were starting to fill with eager people, drawn from across Tokyo seeking the pleasures of the flesh. Overhead, above the vibrant neon and the shameless promotional hoardings, the last light of day turned fluffy clouds to purple-pink candyfloss; and in the distance, Shinjuku skyscrapers caught the sun's dying rays, glass walls becoming blood-red mirrors.

Befitting her status as a Magical Girl, Hitomi had a bounce in her step (and in other places), a smile on her face, and a glow of innocent pleasure in her heart. Of course, you

could

argue that in her early thirties she was past being called a

girl

. But that would be missing the point. You don't have to be young to be a Magical Girl; you just have that exuberant positivity within you that all too many of us lose as we get older. (You don't

necessarily

have to be female, either, but that's by-the-by.) Well, that and you need to have magical powers, of course.

Naturally, she tried to keep a low profile when she was out doing her duty; which was a little complicated due to her being something of a celebrity. Still, it wasn't too bad; it would have been trickier if she'd been an actress, or an idol, or a weathergirl. Fortunately for her (and for the rest of us), Hitomi was a pornstar. And people don't often recognise pornstars in public, or at least they don't admit to recognising them. Though an attractive woman with Double-J cup jugs does tend to get noticed, especially in a place where people go to be drunk and horny. It would be a sin to hide away such bounteous blessings (if it were even possible); Hitomi usually compromised by wearing relatively modest outfits which didn't actively show off her magnificent chest. And since there was a good chance her clothes would end up lost or shredded by the end of the night, it didn't make much sense to wear anything particularly fancy. For tonight, she'd picked out a midnight-blue maxi skirt, a cream-white blouse (with a well-engineered bra beneath it), and a long jacket over the top; on most women it would have looked modest, but on Hitomi it still showed plenty.

She drifted through the slowly-building crowd, letting their energy carry her along through the streets, past bars, nightclubs, love hotels, and hostess clubs. All kinds of people, and all of them looking for a good time, hoping to escape their ordinary lives even if only for the night. Alone, in pairs, or in groups, searching for fun, sex, love; their palpable anticipation and excitement flowed through the crisp spring air like perfume. With her keenly-attuned Magical Girl senses, Hitomi could feel their desire, see it swirling around them as an aura; pleasures remembered and anticipated, experienced and imagined. When everything went well, when happy people were having fun with each other, then the world would seem to be filled with a soft-pink glow; but when people

weren't

happy, their auras would be marred by patches of muted colour. Or worst of all, when people got

hurt

, discordant jags of darkness would appear. When that happened, Hitomi would have to step in; it was her sacred duty as a Magical Girl to make sure everyone around her was safe and happy.

The tide of pleasure-seekers led her into one of the smaller nightclubs; already there was a good-sized crowd arranged along the bar, nestled in dim corners, pulling their friends laughing onto the dance floor. Hitomi headed for the bar, observing the venue's aura as she slipped through the throng; a nice, soft-pink glow to the place, spotted here and there with low blues. One of those blues was just up ahead; a woman who was feeling self-conscious about her fuller-than-average figure. Hitomi 'accidentally' stumbled into a drunk salaryman, who stepped back into a couple of students, who bumped against a happily-lost tourist; the chain-reaction spread through them like dominoes falling. By the time she reached the bar, the lady with the blue aura had gotten shuffled directly in front of a newly-single guy; a guy who thought her smile was pretty, and just so happened to love ladies with plump tummies and big butts. As Hitomi took the first sip of her drink -- some bright-pink super-sweet concoction -- that blue was already starting to change colour.

Ten minutes later, her glass was empty (except for all the little umbrellas and twists of orange peel) and she'd already managed to finesse several unwitting couples (and one threesome) together. Hitomi licked her lips and smiled; they were going to have a night to remember, all right. She was just getting ready to head on out when a young woman approached her, tall and blade-slim.

"Hi! Are you Hitomi?" A couple of paces behind her, a man with a nervous expression was frantically making 'no, don't do it' gestures; Hitomi didn't need to examine their auras to recognise him as the boyfriend. "The, uh-"

"Pornstar? That's me!"

"My boyfriend's such a big fan of you!" she turned and beckoned him over impatiently.

Flustered was putting it mildly. He looked at his girlfriend, "I'm not-" He looked at Hitomi, "I mean, I-"

"Idiot!" She thumped him playfully on the shoulder and turned to Hitomi with a smile. "I keep telling him I don't mind!"

"Looks like he feels guilty about something!" It was sweet really, they made a cute couple. Hitomi caught her eye, winked, tilted her head questioningly; she nodded with a grin. "Well, you know what happens to naughty perverts?" He shook his head, clearly not sure what was happening. "They go to-" Hitomi put her hand behind his head, "Marshmallow Hell!" and pulled him face-first into her cleavage.

He

did

struggle. A little. At first. But Hitomi kept a firm hold on him, pushing her chest out as she did, smothering him with her huge, soft breasts while his girlfriend watched laughing. She kept him there just a

little

longer than would be comfortable, then let him go free. He was short of breath, red-faced, and very excited; Hitomi wiped his forehead, kissed his girlfriend on the cheek, and skipped away happily, secure in the knowledge that the two of them were going to be fucking each other silly very soon.

But she couldn't just spend all night hanging around having fun; there were people out there who needed her help! Leaving the bustling nightclub behind, Hitomi headed back out along the bustling streets; the night was really underway now, all around were revellers hurrying to the next party or basking in the neon glow. For the next hour or so she moved from bar to club to bar, spreading a little sunshine with her special gifts (magical and otherwise), tracking down those unfortunates with darkened auras and giving them a little help. A t-girl was scared her crush wouldn't accept her; at the end of the night they'd be blissfully snuggled up together. An otaku wanted to try pet-play with his girlfriend, but didn't know how to bring it up; in a few hours time she'd be on all fours, naked except for a pair of cat ears. A woman worried that at fifty-two she was getting too old; soon she'd have a twenty-year-old stud balls-deep in her matured-to-perfection pussy. A fujioshi was having a thoroughly miserable time surrounded by all these noisy people; an hour later she was back in her apartment, happily drinking hot chocolate and reading manga.

It wasn't all fun though; she also had to chase off a couple of creepers and gropers, who found themselves constantly running afoul of bouncers, having drinks spilled on them, losing their wallets, until they slunk away in defeat. The worst offender was some low-rent yakuza who couldn't hold his drink and kept hassling hostesses and working girls; in the end, Hitomi had to give him a spanking, and not the fun kind. She left him in a garbage-strewn backstreet, pants around his ankles and both sets of cheeks very red.

Hitomi was just rounding the corner, dusting off her hands in satisfaction, when she was brought up short; something was wrong. A thin, smokey haze, imperceptible to most but clearly visible to a Magical Girl; something dark had passed through, leaving a trail behind it. It wasn't anything super bad; it wasn't a demon, or a murderer, or anything like that, but still. Whatever it was, it needed to be found and dealt with before anyone got hurt.

Hitomi headed quickly through Kabukichō, following wispy strands of negative emotion, which despite a cool breeze hung like cigarette smoke in a still room. In some districts, they'd have been difficult to spot against the ambient unhappiness, but here they were distinct against a general pinkish glow, and Hitomi could follow them easily. The trail came to an end at a ratty-looking love hotel in a quieter side-street; better days were definitely behind it, and probably hadn't been that good to begin with. Hitomi gave it the once-over with her magical senses and confirmed her initial suspicions; people hadn't had much fun there over the years. Nothing

bad

had happened, there just hadn't been many

good

things either; mostly a lot of adequate, going-through-the-motions sex.

Whatever it was she was following, it was in there. Hitomi ducked into a nearby alleyway, double-checked that no-one was around, and triggered her transformation sequence. The alley filled with a golden radiance, and as she stood up straight and struck a pose a wave of pink light washed over her from top to bottom. As it did, it transformed her clothes into softly-glowing rose petals which floated away in a drifting spiral. For a moment, she was totally naked in the warm light; then her Magical Girl uniform flowed up and over her.

She wore a perfectly-fitted blouse of pure white silk, decorated with pretty frills and ruffles, a line of shining silver buttons holding it fast. Perhaps surprisingly, it had a neckline far more modest than what she'd worn previously; this one went all the way up to her neck, displaying not an inch of cleavage. It was however, a

much

closer fit, clinging tightly to her incredible curves; despite not showing any skin at all, it put her awe-inspiring breasts on full display. The lacy hemline floated just above a pleated sky-blue skirt, which in turn ended high enough to ensure a visible

zettai ryouiki

above her knee-high black stockings. A pair of white low-heeled court-shoes completed her outfit. (You don't want to have to run in kitten heels, even if you've got the superhuman reflexes to do so.)

That done, she stepped quickly back out of the now petal-strewn alley, headed over to the love hotel, and walked straight in. It didn't look much better on the inside; clean enough, but obviously hadn't been redecorated in a long time. Sitting behind a cluttered desk was a tired-looking receptionist, half-asleep and half-watching the baseball game playing on his laptop. Hitomi just walked right past him without breaking stride, casually calling "Client called me up to Room 203" over her shoulder as she did so. His only response was a mumbled grunt so vague it could have meant anything; but otherwise he had no reaction, so Hitomi decided it had worked. It was surprising how easy it was to get into places around here, provided you could plausibly be a hooker. (The same principle allows you to walk unmolested into most warehouses by wearing a hi-vis jacket and holding a clipboard.)

The place was quiet, and Hitomi doubted that was because the rooms were well sound-proofed. Even halfway down the corridor, she could still here the tinny crowd noises from the receptionist's baseball game. She tried to spot the trail she'd been following, but in here it was too hard to make out amongst the general gloominess. Still, it wasn't a very big building, so it shouldn't take long to run whatever it was to ground. Reaching the end of the ground floor corridor, she stepped into a stairwell and went up.

Just as she was about to check out the first floor, Hitomi heard the muffled but unmistakeable sound of raised voices coming from above. Quickly she turned and headed up the next flight of stairs, her ample assets bouncing as she took the steps three at a time. Leaving the stairwell, she didn't need to use her magical senses to know she'd found the trouble; just a few yards away from her, a crowd of salaryman-looking guys were grabbing at a similarly-dressed woman, who was trying to fend them off with one hand whilst holding her jacket closed with the other. The door to the room behind them was open, and they seemed to be trying to pull her in.

"Hey!" Hitomi marched up to them. "Stop that!" The sudden, unexpected appearance of an indignant, ultra-buxom Magical Girl was sufficiently surprising that they let go of the woman, who stumbled away from them to shelter behind Hitomi. One of them recovered from his shock enough to step forward with a leer and reach for her chest; her left hand grabbed his wrist, and her right dealt him a sharp slap that was clearly audible on the next floor. Before he could recover from that surprise, Hitomi shoved him back against his companions, grabbed another by his collar, and bundled the lot of them through the open door. As the last one tumbled in, she pulled the door closed, bent down, and tapped the doorknob with a pink-painted fingernail. There was a little

zing

of rainbow glitter, and it turned into a flower. From inside the room, there was a muffled yelp as someone discovered that roses have thorns.

"Right! That should keep them out of trouble," said Hitomi brightly, turning back to the woman. She didn't look too good, and kept turning to look towards the stairs as if contemplating making a run for it; in her condition, that probably wasn't a good idea. "Why don't you come in here," Hitomi forced the lock of the door opposite "where it's quiet?" She led her new friend into the small room, closed the door firmly, and stepped back to give her space.

"Don't worry," she said in her most reassuring tone (which was

very

reassuring), "I'm here to help!" Though still worried-looking, the woman did indeed seem a little better now. Her clothes were dishevelled, she'd lost a couple of buttons and torn some stitching, but she didn't seem to be physically hurt. Mostly she was upset and confused. "Would you tell me what happened, please?"

"It's my boyfriend and his friends from work, I don't understand what's wrong with them! We arranged to go out for drinks after they left the office this evening, but when I met up with them they were acting

weird

!" She was pacing round the cramped room, her hands jittery.

"Weird?"

"They were all

mean

, they were acting like assholes! And they're not usually like that, not at all."

"Well, don't you worry." Hitomi put a hand on her shoulder, gently. "I'm here now! You try and relax, I'll take care of everything." She was less upset now, but still pretty confused, and her heart was racing. Poor thing. "Would you like me to kiss it better?"

"Uhh, what?" In a small voice, "Yes, please?"

Hitomi leant in and gave her a soft, gentle kiss on the lips, let a little magic spill into her; a warm feeling spread through the unhappy woman, washing away the worst of the bad feelings. As Hitomi stepped back, already she looked better; now she mostly just looked tired. "Maybe you should have a lie down? I'm sure you'll feel better after a nap!" suggested Hitomi as she opened the door and stepped out into the corridor.

Right then. Hitomi stretched, turned the rose back into a doorknob, and burst into the room. The occupants stumbled back awkwardly, obviously confused and even a little intimidated. She grinned and struck a suitably impressive pose, standing up straight and thrusting her chest out. They should be.

Taking advantage of their confusion to get a good look at them, Hitomi saw pretty much what she'd expected; five men, all in rumpled suits, each with an expression both unpleasantly leering and somewhat dopey. A glance at their glowering red auras quickly revealed the problem; they were intoxicated, but not with drink or dope. Strands of black floated in the red like ink dropped in water, the sure sign of magical corruption; something nasty and supernatural had poisoned their spirits.

"OK, I see what the problem is!" Hitomi walked to the middle of the room. "Don't worry guys, I know how to fix this-" she sank to her knees and licked her lips "-I just need to suck the poison out!"

With the sound of frantic unbuckling and unzipping, five hard cocks were unleashed. They crowded eagerly round Hitomi, rubbing their pre-cum drooling pricks against her upturned face, cock-slapping her a bit too hard. "If you can't play nicely," warned Hitomi with a smile (or at least with bared teeth), "I'll have to take away your toys!" They stopped doing it.

Taking care of five cocks with only her hands and mouth kept even a pro like Hitomi busy; she took it in turns to give each of them a good suck, swirling her talented tongue over their meat whilst jerking off another two without missing a stroke. She made sure to keep switching it up; these idiots would get jealous quickly if she left them to their own devices too long. Each of them got throated at least once, but mostly Hitomi stuck to sloppy suckjobs, bobbing her head eagerly and stroking firmly with her hands. Her pussy tingled pleasantly beneath her skirt, and she wished she had a hand free; but a Magical Girl's life isn't always easy. Still, there were worse ways to fight the forces of darkness, she thought, a cock pulling out of her mouth with an audible

pop

, the next already sliding in between her lips.

This was probably the most exciting thing that had ever happened in this building, reflected Hitomi as she worked her way round and round the circle of cocks surrounding her. She'd have to come by this part of town more often, put a shine on those auras. But in the mean time, she had cocks to work and balls to drain.

The first guy to cum did so just as she was pulling her mouth off his prick; Hitomi took the first spurt in her mouth, then pulled it out and pressed her lips against the head as it pulsed out a thick, gooey load. Once she was sure he was done, she licked it up and gave him a big smile. "Yes, that's it! Bet you're feeling better now, right?"

The second was good enough to let her know he was about to blow, giving a particularly expressive groan as Hitomi's mouth was half-way down his shaft. (The most communication she'd gotten from any of them so far!) She pulled back a little to suck on the head, until he popped like a champagne cork in her mouth, flooding it with creamy spunk. After she'd got it all out, she swallowed her medicine and stuck her tongue out at him playfully.

Third and forth were throbbing hard in her hands, Hitomi aimed them at her upturned face and pumped away. "Don't hold back! We need to get it

all

out!" Both of them blew at the same time, hot cum spurting out in two thick jets and splattering all over her cute face. "Good!" smiled Hitomi through her thorough glazing, "Get it all out of your system!" carefully milking out the last few drops.

That left the fifth; Hitomi had something special in mind to finish. "Guess I'm gonna have to bring out the big guns!" she teased, undoing the lower buttons on her oh-so-tight blouse. Opening the bottom half of the shirt she exposed a glorious expanse of underboob; with the top part still fastened, her gigantic jugs were well supported by the perfectly-fitting shirt. She leaned forward and arched her back, pushing them out towards him; he took the hint, pushing his spit-slick prick into her cleavage and beginning to tit-fuck her eagerly. "Oh, you like that?" teased Hitomi. Guys always liked that. (Some girls did, too.) His only reply was a groan that was almost a grunt, bucking his hips as he drove his hard cock deep into her warm, enveloping cleavage. He was a decent size, thought Hitomi, but no way was he going to be poking out the top!