It was an unassuming day in the city. The sun shone brightly up in the sky, the birds chirped, and the force of evil sowed chaos around. Thankfully for everyone involved one of the Magia Busters were there to save the day!
In a flash of crimson lights, her transformation chant could be heard:
By the power of Courage and Valour!
My flames evildoers dread!
Evil burns, I strike with fervour,
Blazing bright, I'm Magia Red!
"Star Ribbons Attack!" Magia Red screamed to the top of her lungs, a burst of snow white ribbons erupted from her gloves, catching a henchman and sending the goopy gremlin minion of the weekly villain flying against a group of the other bumbling fools. The fight had been going for less than ten minutes, and most of the villainess' minions lay on the ground, groaning and squirming in place.
Yet the Seamstress remained at ease, her plan still going through the motions even as the red magical girl dispatched all her goons without even breaking a sweat. "Is that the best you got, Princess?" Magia Red asked, one hand on her hips, the other cleaning off some of the goop that stuck to her otherwise impeccable clean uniform.
The villain gave her an unimpressed look as she eyed her up, taking in her whole uniform as she waited for the signal that her plan was working. The Seamstress wore a skintight black corset with crimson laces, cinching her waist and emphasizing every curve. A black, high-cut skirt hid her upper legs, while thigh-high leather boots covered the rest. Long gloves stretched past her elbows, their glossy surface matching the dark choker snug around her throat. A sharp, golden tiara rested atop her wild mane of ink black hair.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" The short-haired magical girl mocked her opponent, not even bothering to look to the side as she hit one of the minions on top of their head with her wand...and there, The Seamstress finally smiled as some of the goop stuck to Magia Red's wand.
"It seems like you have bested me once again," Seamstress shrugged and shook her head from side to side, the redhead barely able to contain her smile. Grabbing the thin, coiled whip that hung from her hip, she snapped it at the floor, making a portal to escape.
Before Magia Red could stop the villain from escaping, the villain got a good look at her impractical costume.
The red-haired girl wore a white and crimson sailor-style dress with high collar with a decorative bow, and a matching short pleated skirt. Her gloves extended up her arms up to her elbows, making the fit girl's arms look even more impressive. Her boots were red, matching the rest of her ensemble, golden tips giving her an extra inch of height.
Framed with a smug, knowing smirk the Seamstress vanished through the portal alongside with her henchmen. "Until we meet again..."
After checking nobody was looking, Magia Red shifted back to her civilian identity, shaking her head with a small sigh: Molly Ulrich, a quite unremarkable 22 years old college girl that fought crime with her friends as magical girls.
But as she picked up her backpack, she didn't notice the small piece of wickedness still stuck to her wand, the corrupting agent slowly working its way through her magic...all according to the Seamstress' plans.
After so many embarrassing defeats after defeats, the villainess concocted a plan to take out the magical girls once and for all. If she couldn't defeat their bodies, then she would defeat their minds. Corrupting their wills to her every whim. All she needed to do was wait...
Molly genuinely thought the bad guys had finally given up, after a whole month without having to transform, she was allowed to be a normal girl for a change of pace. Or so she thought.
"LOCAL VILLAIN TERRORIZES INNOCENT FARMER, MOTIVES UNCLEAR"
The push notification on her phone got her mind out of her classes. "Of course," Molly grumbled under her breath. She was about to contact the rest of her team, but something stopped her. 'Why even bother?' she thought to herself. It was only because of Pink's bleeding heart and pacifism that Seamstress kept getting away in the first place. She could take care of this one just fine on her own.
Molly left her class with one of her usual excuses and sprinted across town to the scene of the mayhem. When she got there, the police stumbled around the perimeter while chasing spooked cows around and generally being useless. Slipping by them and venturing further onto the property, she found the source of the mess. Waiting inside a barn, the villain looked amused outside at her henchmen's work.
"Seamstress!" Molly yelled, revealing herself to the villainess. "No getting out of this one. I'm taking you in, this time!"
Sitting cross-legged on top of a wooden fence, with a smugness so apparent that made Molly's blood boil with anger. "Oh, I would love to see you try," She said while grinning ear to ear.
With a confident grin, Molly pulled out her magical wand and held it aloft, feeling the magic humming inside, how the power wanted to spread through her entire body. Willing her lips to speak the words to release it, she was too slow to realize what she saying:
By the power of a Breeding Cow!
My udders evildoers dread!
To be milked I desire now,
A cow to use, I'm Bovina Red!
Molly's eyes went wide at the unfamiliar incantation but it was too late. A sickly black light streamed out of her wand, winding itself around her body and dissolving her clothes like many times before. But this time when it faded, she was wearing a skin tight cow-printed bodysuit that left her breasts and crotch fully exposed to the cool spring air.
Immediately Bovina Red scrambled to cover herself and flashed the villainess a seething glare. "What the hell did you just do to me!"
For her part, Seamstress could barely contain her giddiness, almost toppling off the fence she was sitting on. "Oh my, what could I have done to such a strooooooong magical girl?" She cooed, playing dumb about being the culprit. Her hands traced the curves of her own suit, the shiny latex corset clinging to her torso like it was painted on. "Do you like the design? It's from my latest collection, you know. Same material as mine. Fits like a dream, doesn't it?"
Even in high-heeled boots, she hopped down from the fence with ease, the muddy ground doing nothing to stop her. As she got closer, her hips swayed with each slow step she took. "Hmmm, I think I forgot a few details." Seamstress twirled her finger in the air, and the latex around the magical girl's body seemingly came alive, shifting and molding itself to the villainess' whims.
First, a shiny and heavy cowbell formed around her neck, even the smallest of clinks would slowly drain away Magia Red's desire to fight. Have you ever seen an aggressive cow? Exactly, and she wouldn't be the first one.
Next a pair of nubby horns sprouted from a headband that sat atop of her head like a cute little crown. But the pièce de résistance, that Seamstress was kicking herself from not adding in from the get-go, was the way the back of the bodysuit suddenly wedged itself between Magia's Red cheeks, who squealed in alarm and arched her back in response. The heroine clawed at her backside, trying as hard as she could to pull the suit out from between her cheeks, but the suit kept on pushing insistently until it forced its way inside her asshole, solidifying into a buttplug that extended out into a swinging cow tail.
"There! Now you're perfect. What do you think, darling?" Seamstress clapped her hands together, delighted with her handiwork, enjoying the clear discomfort and the way her opponent bit her lips to avoid more pathetic sounds to escape her lips.
"Y-you think this is funny?!?!" The words came out thin and shrilly, nothing like her usually confident banter. It was quite hard to do so with a toy forced inside her butt. For the briefest of moments she considered fleeing but even now she thought stuck to her throat. "A cheap trick like this isn't going to stop me! I'm Bovina Red!"
Wait...What?
