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
