Fallen Brides: Mimiru — Even More Tentacles

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Well, it's a little later than I'd planned, but here's another installment of Mimiru's story. This part finally brings the transformation scene to a close, and brings us close to the end of the chapter.

I'm now settled in Japan for the summer, and while my work here should keep me fairly busy, I expect to have this story finished before too long. The next chapter of Fallen Brides is Sasha, but I may make another detour into the other novellas before I start work on it. The short story at the end of Fallen Maidens is on the short side and adds another perspective to the Lescatié story, and I've also acquired a copy of the latest novella, After School Alice Tale, which deals with some of the Wonderland monsters and also has relatively short chapters. Let me know if you have a preference.

The plant's interior was filled with the ooze secreted by the tentacles, but, mysteriously, Mimiru found no difficulty breathing.

It was some time after Mimiru's body had been entirely concealed within the plant that Mimiru's consciousness, which had been blown away by climax, hazily returned. She opened her unfocused eyes just a little... and found herself in the midst of a deep violet darkness. The deep purple tentacles that composed the plant pressed so closely together that no outside light could leak through. Instead...

Mimiru's body was glowing dimly. The goo that coated its surface was reacting with Mimiru's mana and emitting a cool, gentle light like a firefly, illuminating the plant's interior. Mimiru was curled into a ball, hugging her knees. Tentacles were clinging tightly to her hands, feet, arms, and legs. The tentacle attached to her navel was putting down roots, as if it was merging with Mimiru. Only a short while before, Mimiru would surely have struggled in panic and disgust, trying to escape at any cost. But now...

Mimiru reached out a hand and clasped a tentacle firmly, as if handling a fragile thing. It was as if the tentacles were now precious to her... She, meanwhile, looked almost like a baby waiting peacefully in its mother's belly to be born.

The tentacles were crawling further inside Mimiru, making wet, slithering sounds. It was as if they were putting down roots deep, deep into her, eating into her body and mind. Within the space filled with amniotic fluid goo and gentle light, they were strengthening their bond with Mimiru ...A succubus' wing-crowned back; hips; seducing men; an inviting womanhood; an anus; arms and legs for embracing; a brain that considers how to put ever-so-lascivious thoughts into practice... The tentacles were sticking to Mimiru, assimilating with her, and changing her body into something other than human. Her immature body remained as it was, but its posture and mannerisms were steadily taking on a tinge of lewdness. And yet her body was stronger than an ordinary person's, brighter in color, more charming...

Here and there on the tentacles attached to Mimiru's body, mysterious swellings were forming. They seemed to be drawing nearer to her with every beat of her heart. Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub... lub-dub!

The moment the swellings touched her, they poured into her all at once! The mana-rich fluid that flowed into her veins and circulated throughout her body in the blink of an eye was nourishment for monsters. Inside the plant, she could feel every part of her being stained in monsters' colors. Mimiru now found it a calming sensation.

No, not calm. Release. The fluid pouring into her veins was releasing her from all the ties that bound the human Mimiru Miltié. That was peace to her now.

The fluid, having circulated through Mimiru's body and arrived at her brain, set to work on her mind and memories. Behind her closed eyelids, past experiences were rising up and vanishing. Only the memories of the time she had spent with Elt were continuing behind her lids.

Rising and vanishing, Mimiru's memories.

Rising and staying, the time she had passed with Elt.

Rising and vanishing, Mimiru's accumulated knowledge.

Rising and staying, the words she had exchanged in conversation with Elt.

Rising and vanishing, all the feats and praise that had shaped Mimiru, and the calculated self-interest that lay behind them.

Rising and staying, her true feelings, secreted in the words she had exchanged with Elt.

Then, when Elt had suffused Mimiru in her entirety, the light...

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"...At last."

The plant rooted in the flagstones began to pulse intensely. Lucella lightly stroked its surface, observing its condition with pleasure. Feeling a sense of achievement for the plant, which transmitted delight as it beat out the persistent rhythm of life, she sent mana into the magic circle at her feet once again.

Red. Crimson. Shining. The peculiar arabesques inscribed in the magic circle were shining, and the plant was lighting up magnificently from below. There was something wonderful about the phosphorescence it emitted as it as it sucked up and stored mana. If the light of the magic circle had been blue rather than red, the deep violet plant would probably have appeared even more mystical.

Lub-dub... Lub-dub... The pulse of the giant bud echoed in the space enclosed by the barrier. And mingled with it, the faint breathing of a sleeper. It was like the buds of the flowers said to exist in Fairyland. The sleeper's breathing made only a slight sound, like the rustling of wings, but it did not escape Lucella's hearing. From those shallow breaths, she sensed that the time of awakening was close at hand.

Lucella continued to pour out mana, loudly and clearly reciting an incantation. The bud, which had begun as an ovoid, was now nearly a ball, and the speed of its pulsation was increasing. Softly, its tip began to tremble. Even now it seemed on the verge of opening, almost as if it had been following Mimiru's spirit. There was no need for it to strain anymore, because that was not her desire. Lucella thought that if it had been, that would have been a mistake. As if to embody that thought... she engraved the rune of flowering on the plant's fiber.

"Now, be born, awaken, Mimiru Miltié."

Slither, squelch...

The many-layered bunch of tentacles was slowly beginning to open. The sticky liquid that filled its insides spilled through its gaps, making a gigantic puddle on the ground. In places the goo evaporated and changed into a pink vapor so thick that one could not see one's way through it, filling the air with a sweet fragrance. The tentacles, having opened, were also vaporizing, wrapping Lucella in a dense cloud.

From within the tentacle plant, which hissed as it entirely vaporized, a human figure gradually began to come into view. Pink hair, tinged with purple at the tips, gave the joint impressions of vigor and voluptuousness. Soft skin that knew no blemish, gorgeous shoulders, developing breasts, and... soft, supple belly and legs, on which the patterns set down by Lucella glowed crimson. All were sopping wet with goo, emitting a brilliant luster. It seemed as if it would feel pleasant to rub bodies with this one.

"...Nm... Aah..."

Mimiru blinked her eyes sleepily. She looked at the world around her, shrouded in pink mist, through still-bleary eyes, and discovered a shape approaching her through the fog. It was a girl monster, about the same size as herself, or perhaps a little smaller — a baphomet. Faced with a powerful monster, Mimiru... flashed a brilliant grin.

"Mommy...♪"

Pat. The baphomet — Lucella — placed a paw on Mimiru's head energetically stroked it. Mimiru, whose expression showed mingled ticklishness and pleasure brought on by the elasticity and softness of the pad and Lucella's exquisite moderation of pressure, filled with love, made as if to dive into the baphomet's characteristically warm, soft fur and hugged her tight.

"There, there, Mimiru... How do you feel now?"

Stroke. Stroke. Lucella gently rubbed Mimiru's back as if handling a baby. It must have felt good, because Mimiru's embrace became still more forceful. Lucella lightly checked Mimiru, who had pressed her face to Lucella's bosom and was rubbing her cheek against it.

"Yes, I know. You're glad and it feels good. Now show a little self-control... Don't pout like that."

Lucella looked Mimiru in the eyes, as if to remonstrate with the sullen girl. Their attitudes were almost those of a parent and child related by blood. Except for the flames of lust that filled their eyes. Lucella brought her face close to the still-sullen Mimiru's ear... and by muttering something unintelligible, at last mended Mimiru's ill humor — and revived her careless grin.

"—Now, as a maiden, you'll need making up, but..."

"It's fine... Look♪"

Before Lucella's eyes as she worried what to do about the composition of clothes, Mimiru made tentacles appear without any incantation. They appeared to sprout from Mimiru's back and wrapped up every part of her in the blink of an eye. Then, just like that, she made them alter their appearance in the blink of an eye.

"Ah... Aah... Mmm♪ There. Rub there... Yes, like that... Yes...♪"

The goo the tentacles secreted as they twined around Mimiru was rendering her sense of touch even more sensitive. Mimiru wriggled every time the silky smooth surfaces of the tentacles, hidden beneath the goo, rubbed her sensitive parts, writhing with stimulating pleasure. When their movements ceased, Mimiru was clad in tentacle clothes that were modeled on her old dress, but gave an obscene impression. At a glance, they looked not unlike a bondage outfit with an open front. Needless to say, every bit of them, even the parts that appeared to be ordinary cloth, were comprised of tentacles, and could be used as surrogate limbs, as well as clothing, at Mimiru's will.

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! The sticky sound coming from inside Mimiru's clothes was her intentionally controlling the tentacles, continuing to violate her own body as Lucella had just done. They were pumping vigorously in and out, in and out of her anus, in particular, as if picking up where its earlier rehearsal had left off. So vigorously that the tentacles were soaked with gleaming intestinal fluid.

Either way, all this was merely advance preparations for partaking of the main dish.

"...Now this is a surprise. Even I never imagined you would be able to use magic so freely or to birth such impressive specimens..."

Although shocked by Mimiru's display of magic, Lucella summoned a giant triangular hat with the face of a black goat affixed to its front — this was the uniform of the Lucella Sabbath — from the air, and gave it to Mimiru. Mimiru took it with a tentacle and set it on her head, making her tentacles intertwine with the hat. That was the moment that Mimiru, the Black Goat Witch, was born.

Mimiru, having fully become a witch, brought her hands together in front of her, interlaced her fingers, and struck a pose as if offering prayer. Slithering, the tentacles flooded down her arms to her hands, forming a single object. It was patterned on the wand Mimiru had used when she was a magical girl. In the center of the heart on its tip was a red eye, peculiar to the equipment of the monsters under Deruella's direct command.

Tightly grasping the wand, Mimiru agitated the mana within her body. Then...

"Come here...♪ Big brother El...♪"

She called Elt by the name she had long wanted to call him, and her body and wand shone dazzlingly—!

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"Huh!? His scent's... gone...?"

"—Elt!? Where did her go!?"

"Oh? Has little Elt... vanished?"

"...He was taken just now... And here I wanted to have Elt's first with the body I received from Lady Deruella..."

"Why did this have to happen while we were in an audience!? Hey! Holy Knights, are you al... What!? No one's been here but me...!?"

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