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“Shamiko?” Momo opened the door. “What are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here!? You’re acting like I just got here. I’ve been ringing the doorbell for five minutes straight!” Shamiko pouted.
“Oh, sorry. The doorbell doesn’t work.”
Shamiko’s tail spiked. She just remembered the doorbell didn’t work on her door either. She started feeling a shiver of embarrassment creeping over her spine.
The two girls could hear, in the distance, laughter and shouts of masked kids prancing about this joyous night: Halloween. Shamiko would’ve been among the many taking part in the holiday, but instead, she was nervously twiddling her thumbs in front of her rival with the firm and rubbable belly.
But now wasn’t the time to be thinking about Momo’s tight abs and getting embarrassed; There were magical girls to convert!
“N-no matter, Miss Momo.” Shamiko pointed at Momo. “A little setback has no importance over the matters of which I come here to discuss... as I…must. Have cometh… forth t-to… brob…brobceed?”
Shamiko tried to discreetly look at her hand, which had the prewritten speech on it. But alas, the little demon was so nervous, her sweating palms had caused the writing to become illegible and as smudged as the dark stain on Lilith’s nighttime sweater.
“Seed?” Momo tilted her head; She wasn’t quite following.
“B-bring… No matter!” Shamiko shook her head and balled up her fist. “Enough small talk! I have a request from—of you, and as your demon boss, I expect you to deliver.”
Momo stood firm in the doorway, not giving any indication—in either mind or body—that she was at all worried or even concerned with what Shamiko was doing.
Shamiko, not paying any mind to that, balled her fist, reeled back her arm, and then extended it with a righteous fury toward Momo. She then opened her fist to reveal her flat empty open palm. “Trick or Treat!”
Shamiko cracked a sly demonic grin as she reminisced about the creation of her diabolical plan.
It was fifteen minutes ago, when Shamiko was staring at a bowl of discount candy, a realization dawned on her: Momo, the disenchanted magical girl, didn’t celebrate the most joyous holiday of the year: Halloween. So, by process of elimination, that would also mean Momo didn’t have any candy to give to Trick-or-Treaters. Trick-or-Treaters, notorious fiends that, every year, give homeowners an ultimatum to either provide sweets or bow to the will of the question asker; or something to that effect.
An awfully wonderful smile spread across Shamiko’s lips as she formulated a plan. A genius plan that would knock Momo down a peg on the ladder that would make her fall all the way to darkness.
The plan was so simple and oh so foolproof. Shamiko, under the guise of a Trick-or-Treater, would request treats from Momo, and when Momo is unable to provide them, she would then be forced to do what Shamiko wanted in return. Shamiko would then, in turn, request that Momo fall to darkness and become her vassal. And then, after that, Shamiko could do whatever she wanted with her subordinate. Such devilish and dastardly things like rubbing her scarred stomach whenever she wanted.
Shamiko’s lips watered.
It was certainly a most devious plan. A plan like a beautiful house of cards—the most stable of structures. And the brilliant plan was co-authored by Shamiko’s leading General: her sister, Ryoko.
“You could also make her do other things too.” Ryoko had raised a finger. “Like the thing those two girls were doing on that website you looked up a while ago.
“What!? I-How do you know about that?”
“You left your computer open and unlocked in the living room with the tab open.”
Shamiko shook her head, trying to shake that embarrassing moment in the plan formulation from her head.
Now wasn’t the time to think about the past, but the time to (prematurely) bask in her first major victory; However, Shamiko’s ego was cut by a serrated blade the moment Momo reached behind her back.
Oh no! I’ve maybe pushed it too far this time. Is she taking out her magical wand to turn me to dust? Or maybe, Momo recently went to the U.S.B. and brought back a gun to blow me away!
Shamiko immediately recoiled the moment she saw Momo’s balled fist, immediately realizing the magical girl was just going to pummel her to a pulp. She closed her eyes, bracing for Momo’s petite yet forceful fist to land its strike. But instead of hearing the cracking of her own bones, Shamiko heard a crinkle and then felt something plastic land on her palm. When she opened her eyes, she saw a small pink wrapper with a little cat mascot on it, housing a sweet treat.
“It’s citrus caramel,” Momo said, scratching her cheek. “I hope you like it.”
“Geh.” Shamiko was caught off guard. “Th-thanks. Um, why do you have this?”
“Mikan gave it to me some time ago. I don’t like the flavor, but I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.”
Shamiko saw a slight blush streak across Momo’s cheeks.
“Oh, so you’ve just had it on you all this time?”
“Not exactly.” Momo put her hands on her hips. “I heard both you and your sister plotting to make me fall to darkness from the other side of this thin wall.”
“Gack!”
“The infrastructure here is not the best.”
“Uh yeah.” Shamiko hung her head in shame, acting like the shoddy sutural design of the building was her fault.
“So because of that.” In a swift motion that took no more than .000014 seconds, Momo shifted her position, slid her leg sideways, arched her back, rocketed her arm forward and exposed her open palm. “Trick-or-Treat, Shamiko.”
“Wh-what?” Shamiko took a step back, slightly raising her hands. “The homeowner can’t—”
“Trick-or-Treat,” Momo repeated.
Shamiko couldn’t believe this! Before her, the pink-haired dead-eyed girl with cute naval was ‘Uno reverse card’-ing her.
Shamiko shuddered. Her plan, her beautiful house of cards held together by hope and glue, was teetering.
“Give it baaaacccck.”
“Huh, a voice? God, is that you?” Shamiko asked the air. She didn’t know why God was helping a member of the dark clan, but Shamiko wasn’t one to look a gift steak in the mouth.
“Sis, it’s me,” Ryoko, leaning out her front door, whispered across the apartment hall. “Give Momo back the candddyyy.”
It was then that Shamiko finally noticed her little sister/General. Shamiko gave a thumbs up and a wink, confirming she received the info about this vital strategy shift.
“Ha. Momo. Sure, here you g—”
“No, givebacks.” Momo's words had the weight of a cinderblock landing on Shamiko’s head.
Wack!
And after a light gust of wind, Shamiko’s house of cards crumbled in on itself.
Shamiko’s legs shook with the vigor of a chihuahua until they eventually gave out. Her hands hit the ground as she fell, defeated. Her sour candy rolled away and down the apartment’s balcony staircase.
It was over; the magical girl prevailed once more. In a matter of minutes, Shamiko would be nothing more than 97% pure minced demon beef.
“I failed.” Shamiko’s eyes started watering. Her tears fell like raindrops going down a gutter into a stinky sewer. “I’m sorry, Mom, Ryoko, Lilith, and Ogura.”
“Don’t bring me into this.” A muffled voice from the ceiling called.
No… It can’t end here. Not like this!
Shamiko regained her inner strength and stood up.
“Crisis Management Form!”
In a flash, all of Shamiko’s clothes disappeared. In their place, her true outfit, which covered less than half of her body, appeared. The same outfit worn by the horrible, magnificent (voyeuristic) ancestor Lilith for thousands of years.
“Momo.” Moving in a way that unintentionally made her exposed boobs bounce, Shamiko pointed at her rival. “Prepare yourself to fall to darkness as I Sha-Shad-oww Mistr… As I, Shamiko, will bring you to your pretty knees and dominate and defeat you. I’ll p-pound you until you shout my name, begging me to stop, and then I’ll rub your stomach all I want, and then… And then…”
Shamiko’s resolve melted away as she realized what had changed before her. While she was monologuing and fantasizing, Momo had effortlessly transformed into her way more powerful (new) magical girl form.
For a moment, Shamiko was glad she got to see Momo’s exposed belly, but she almost choked on her spit upon seeing Momo’s face.
Now, to an uneducated Momo observer, it would appear that Momo’s expression had not changed the entire time, but to Shamiko—an avid Momo observer—she saw the fire and death that was now in her eyes.
“Am I really going to be begging for you to stop?” Momo, deadpan, asked. “Pound me? Is that what you said?”
“Wuwuwu.” Shamiko couldn’t form any intelligible words.
“That sounds like a threat coming from a little demon.”
When Momo took a step forward, the ground beneath her cracked and splintered.
“Whu-whaaa!” Shamiko was becoming hysterical.
“A cute little demon that looks so vulnerable.” Momo continued. She wet her lips. “A cute little demon that still has yet to provide me with my requested treat.”
“I-I’ll get you some right now. I have a whole bowl of it back at home.” The treats were meant for innocent, sweet kids, but the life-or-death demands from a threaten-er takes priority over the happiness of younglings.
Shamiko was about to turn demon tail and run, but as she did, a soft yet firm hand grabbed her tail.
“Not so fast, Shamiko. Don’t think you’re going to… Shamiko?” Momo’s words were cut short by the sight before her.
“Mo… pant, Momo… pant.”
Shamiko stood, slightly shaking, with her legs crossed. Her cheeks were painted a crimson red. Softly breathing, her delicate mouth was letting out puffs of hot breaths, forming small clouds that Momo watched until they completely dissipated. Her breathing was getting heavier and heavier.
“Shamiko, are you okay?” Momo asked. Any maliciousness in her voice had been replaced with a sincere worry.
“Momo. If you hold my… pant… tail like that. I… I feel.” A thin line of saliva had started accumulating on Shamiko’s lips.
Momo looked at Shamiko’s flushed, sweating face, then at her bare back, and finally at her tail held tightly by her fist. When Momo realized what was happening, she quickly let go of the cute demon girl’s tail.
“Ah Sham—uh, I didn’t—Are you… I’m sorry?” Momo, now the one fumbling over her words, was frantically waving her arms, trying to get a hold of the situation. But it was no use, the more she spoke, the more she thought about what she did and the more embarrassed she got.
Meanwhile, freed from the Magical Girl’s grasp, Shamiko’s legs stopped shaking. She let out a soft breath that almost sounded like a small moan; Something had awakened in her. With her head lowered, she regained her composure and stood tall in front of the magical girl that was quickly losing her cool.
“Momo,” Shamiko’s voice came out soft, but not meek. “You’ve repeatedly denied me the succulent sweet honey that I have requested from you. But I will request one last time.”
“Sh-Shamiko? But I…” Momo took a step back.
Shamiko slowly extended her hand and—for the last time— opened her palm. “Trick-or-Treat?”
Momo shuddered. The Shamiko she once knew was no longer there. Instead, a devilish confident, seductive demon was standing before her. The demon cast an insidious grin that showed off her clean, sharp teeth. And her eyes; they told Momo exactly what the demon wanted and who would give it to her.
“No treat?” Shamiko closed her palm. A sharp, yet almost sweet, chuckle escaped her lips. “Then I guess I’ll just take you then.”
Before Momo could react, the demon pounced on her, pushing the door back as they both fell into her apartment.
“I’m gonna rub your naval all over.” Shamiko crassly announced.
“Shamiko!”
The momentum of crashing into the door caused it to hit the back wall and then slowly swing shut on the two girls.