Cohost writing prompt: @Making-up-Magical-Girls — Magical Girl Who Has Too Niche Of Kinks To Fall For The Villain
Ultima Crule splays her fingers, examines her nails. It's just a question of selling it. Hard, but not so hard they get spooked.
"Look at you," she purrs, and watches the defeated magical girl's head twitch up, just a little, at the unexpected softness. "Just look at you. Magnificent, even broken and on your knees. Mighty, even broken. You—" and she shortens her usual stride, to a little unthreatening thing, doesn't circle; circling is for gloating, for threatening, for the fear-infliction power move of being in and out of sight. No; she goes, slow and direct and up to her foe's face, cups a hand under her chin. "You impress me."
It helps to sell it that it's not exactly untrue.
Guardian Teal blinks a few times, eyes still downcast, and then raises them slowly to look up at Ultima; and just to make absolutely sure they're on the same page, Ultima brushes her thumb across her blue-green Cupid's-bow, with smouldering eye contact.
"I feel no need to annihilate you," Ultima says. "It would be a waste. There are much more fruitful ways for this to go, much more congenial ways for you and I to relate, in future, now that this struggle has revealed to you which of us has the victor's strength, and which of us submits to it."
"Um," Guardian Teal says. "Just so we're — absolutely no doubt here — just — you're offering me a choice here, right? Annihilation or, uh, some kind of semi-sexual servitude?"
She sounds — well, off-script. There's usually some fear, some defiance, at this stage. Removing those is the next delightful stage.
Teal sounds...more baffled than anything.
"That's the choice you face," Ultima agrees.
"Um," Guardian Teal says.
Ultima Crule has a terrible dawning feeling about this, because whatever reaction is supposed be happening, it's not earnest embarrassment, and Teal sounds almost...apologetic.
"I'm autistic," Teal says. "And asexual. And, I mean, kinky, but I don't know that...you've got anything to offer me, really, in that department, you seem a bit—" and she coughs something distinctly apologetic.
"I didn't catch that," Ultima says dangerously. She's not feeling it, to be honest, this has clearly slipped all out of her grip and that always ends with getting flying-kicked by one or more of these chromatic assholes. Dangerous just happens to be her default.
"Uh. I don't mean vanilla vanilla, obviously," Teal says hurriedly, "I mean I don't doubt the entire bondage aesthetic but—"
"You're a pastel-colour-themed godsforsaken teenager!" Ultima Crule snaps. "What the hell do you think you're into that's five-edgy-three-me?"
Teal looks over her shoulder, as if this is all some kind of ultra-elaborate prank setup to get her to admit something aloud in front of her peers, then gives Ultima a shy look of almost gratitude for someone to talk to.
"Chastity belts—"
"I can put you in a godsdamned chastity belt!"
"Oh, not on me," Teal says. "On, uh. M-macro. Giant women. W-with me, uh, with me locked, uh, locked — smushed under the—"
Ultima Crule massages her temples. "This is a furry thing," she guesses, eventually.
"Um. Furry...adjacent, I guess? I mean it's not not—"
Ultima summons a minion with a sparking snap of her talons. "You! Go forth, find a bodega with Häagen-Dazs, fill it with evil ghost lobsters and bring me all the ice cream," she says, scruffs Guardian Teal, and shoves her unceremoniously out. "Next time, we just fight," she says brusquely, and slams the door of the Teleporting Doom Temple in her face.