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Somagical Girl Tomo	By : FalstaffKisaragi Category: +S to Z > Seikon no Qwaser Views: 4295 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Church bells rang. Tomo and Mafuyu stood opposite each other in the campus church on the day of graduation. One ceremony had already concluded, and a second one was set to begin. The two stood opposite each other, staring into each other's eyes. Mafuyu had donned a tuxedo, looking like a prince from a fairy tale. Saint Olja stood before the two women, blessing them in her presence.
"Do you, Tomo Yamanobe, take Mafuyu as your wife?" asked Olja.
"I do."
"Do you, Mafuyu Oribe, take Tomo as your wife?" Olja asked again.
"I do."
"You may now kiss the breasts," said Olja.
Tomo pulled open the front of her wedding dress. Her breasts flopped forward, milk already dribbling out of her nipples. Mafuyu bent down on her knees and kissed Tomo's breast, which quickly transitioned into slurping up her milk before the pews full of people. Mafuyu loudly gulped, drinking down Tomo's warmth. Tomo felt herself start to become aroused.
"Mafuyu, I'm so happy," Tomo said, tears coming to her eyes.
She woke up. All of that had been a dream. The front of her nightgown was stained with milk, and Mafuyu was already having breakfast in the main room. Tomo took off her nightgown and started licking her milk off her breasts. She looked for a towel or washcloth, desperate to freshen herself before the next day of school began.
Sasha, the manatee fairy that called himself a cherubim, was resting on Tomo's shelf, watching her walk around the shared bedroom. "What were you dreaming about?" asked Sasha.
"It's something I can't tell Mafuyu. I'm not telling a strange fairy like you," said Tomo.
"I'm not a fairy! I'm a cherubim, sent here to help mankind! You are my acolyte. You should be happy to be chosen for such a prestigious position," said Sasha. "From the moment I saw you, I knew you were destined for greatness."
"There must have been a mistake," Tomo said. "Mafuyu is much more athletic than I am. My grades aren't that great, and I'm kinda chubby. Just because mom was a Somagical Girl..."
"You don't understand, Tomo!" said Sasha, flying around like a hummingbird, "Those are the qualifications! A pure heart, a motherly body, favored by the saints themselves! You're producing soma even outside of battle! This is your life's calling."
"If the Doll Empire is starting with our school, they'd have to be a student or a teacher," said Tomo. "Maybe we could talk to them first."
"You'll understand that sometimes, a girl must turn into a warrior. Like Jeanne d'Arc," said Sasha. He returned to his basket and resumed sleeping. Tomo changed into her uniform and grabbed the golden cross from her bedside table. When it hung over her breasts, she felt at ease. For the first time in years, she went to school without pads in her bra.
Miyuri walked into the class the next morning carrying a small bag around her waist. Tomo could see from the apparatus sticking out that it was a breast pump. One that looked fancier than her own. It must have been one Miyuri found in her house from when she was a child, having borrowed it for reasons she was too embarrassed to explain. Tomo called Miyuri over to her seat before class began.
"I'll teach you the secret of self-sucking after class. It's messier but more fun," Tomo whispered. "What did you tell them?"
"That I have the same condition as you..." Miyuri said.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of," Tomo said, looking towards Miyuri's nipples. Miyuri propped up a textbook at her desk and started pumping. An orange-haired student sitting at the desk beside her looked over with a curious glance.
The Occult Cooking Club was called to session after class. The members of the Cooking Club were well aware of Tomo's secret, but were surprised to see that Miyuri had the same condition. Miyuri, or rather, Madame Lily, was hovering over her crystal ball, practicing the set of hand motions she felt would be the most "authentic" for an occult club member.
"That's right, girls, I am also overflowing with a mother's bounty," said Miyuri. "Perhaps it is a blessing from Eve herself, so that we may come to better understand ourselves as women."
"You're mostly right," said Mafuyu.
"Come, let there be no shame!" said Miyuri. "Bare your bosoms before the exalted Madame Lily!"
"It's nothing we haven't seen in the locker rooms," said the former cooking club president.
Soon, everyone in the room was left in only their skirts and panties, except for Mafuyu. When Tomo came around, pressing her breasts against her back, Mafuyu acquiesced and removed her bra. As long as she was wrapped in Tomo's warmth, she was okay in a situation like this. The girls looked towards Tomo, and noticed that milk was spilling out of her nipples. Even with the golden cross around her neck, her production of soma was so strong that even the slightest stimulation caused her to leak.
"Yamanobe, you and the club pres have the same thing," said the cooking club president. "You haven't been pregnant?"
"I've been sucking my boobs since I was able to, but I don't think that caused it," Tomo said. "I've had plenty of sex, though. With Mafuyu."
The girls swooned. Mafuyu was admired as a prince at the academy, and not just by Tomo. Before she resigned from the kendo club, keeping her practice strictly to her own home, she had been admired like a samurai of old. Mafuyu had received more than a few love letters from girls, but turned them all down. She was already in a committed relationship with Tomo, and nothing would change that.
"Tomo, not in front of everyone!" Mafuyu said. "Read the mood."
"I wish I could be embraced by Oribe," said one of the members of the cooking club, "Held in those arms after striking the winning blow in a kendo match, feeling her breath on my neck. You're so lucky."
"It's not luck, it's love," Tomo said.
The door to the Occult Cooking Club swung open. There were four ghost members of the club, all of whom showed up just often enough to prevent the Occult Club from shutting down, and almost never at the same time. One of them walked in. Hana Katsuragi, a delinquent who enjoyed causing trouble at the school gates and picking fights for the thrill of it. She looked younger than everyone else in the room, and was even flatter than Mafuyu. The only one who recognized her was Miyuri.
"Hana. It's been ages," said Miyuri. "We've merged with the Cooking Club as a matter of course, and..."
An awkward silence fell over the room, only breaking when Hana erupted into a shout that could be heard in the hallway. "Why does everyone have their tits out?"
Everyone except Miyuri and Tomo had buttoned their tops up within a few minutes. Miyuri, as club president and resident fortuneteller, immediately began grandstanding. "One of the most beautiful things, that make us human, is the breast. That which nourishes, comforts, and attracts. If we cannot divine the future from them, then for what purpose has this club been formed?"
"You're just doing it to tease me," said Hana. "You know I'm even flatter than Oribe over here."
"Excuse me?" said Mafuyu.
"Hana, calm down," said Tomo. "Here." She placed one hand underneath her breast and offered it to the punky girl. "You'll feel better once you've tasted some of my milk. It'll be all warm and sticky in your stomach."
"We haven't even had lunch yet, it's too early for that," said one of the members of the cooking club.
"Mafuyu said it makes her feel better," said Tomo. "Don't be shy. I've already teased my nipples out. No biting, please."
Hana placed her lips to Tomo's nipples. She sucked for a few moments, all the girls of the club watching. Milk dribbled down her lips, overflowing from her mouth. She sloshed it around for a few moments, letting the taste linger on her tongue before swallowing loudly. Her eyes shot wide open.
"What is it?" asked Tomo. "Did you not like the taste?"
"No, it was... delicious," said Hana. "Too delicious."
"This is the thicker, creamier milk. It's thinner earlier in the day. Everyone's stomach handles it differently," Tomo said.
"That won't be a problem," said Hana. "Th-thanks."
"That settles it. Let's head to the home ec room and start cooking," said one of the club members. "Let's show Tsujido how good something handmade tastes."
"With my own hands?" asked Miyuri, as she was dragged off to the home ec room, still wearing her Madame Lily costume. As the Occult room emptied out, Mafuyu turned around and looked at Hana.
"Are you coming with?" asked Mafuyu.
"I'll be there in a moment," said Hana, shushing her away. The door closed, and Hana was left standing in the middle of the magical circle on the floor, in near darkness.
Hana opened a closet in the room, and descended a set of stairs. The stairs were pristine, despite being unused for some time. They linked the main campus to the church basement, and had originally been established for carrying supplies towards the school. Once the academy became more modern, the original purpose of the storage room was forgotten. Hana was one of the few who knew how to access it.
There was a scanner in the back of the closet. It was a modified retina scanner that instead required the entrant to present their nipple before coming in. Hana lifted her shirt and showed off her pink bud. Once she was allowed entry, she walked towards the church basement. The basement was lit with hanging lights, all drawing towards a copper throne in the back of the room.
Hana stepped through a magical barrier and changed into an outfit with a floral pattern, with flower petals surrounding her nipples. It was as though her body was covered in vines, and she had donned a green mask. The green stood out against her orange hair. She bowed in front of the throne, which rotated around to reveal the Queen sitting upon it.
"Wooden Hana, you have returned," said the Queen, "What news do you bring me?"
"I've found the Soma of Saint Olja," said Hana, standing on one knee before her queen, "The current holder let me taste it herself. She sensed nothing strange."
The Queen extended one of the arms of her copper throne, brushing it against Hana's navel. "I can hear it in you. It's warm and rich. Olja's spirit remains no matter how many times she's reincarnated," said the Queen. "Don't become addicted to her sweetness. We will indulge in it ourselves soon enough."
"Yes, my queen," said Hana.
Hana walked over to a collection of wooden mannequins, held together by string and magic. She placed her hand on the symbol on one's chest, infusing it with a floral magical energy. The doll fused with a nearby candle, changing its arms into torches. The newly formed Torch Doll moved forward, lumbering as fast as its wooden legs could carry it.
"The Doll Empire will reign," said the Queen.
Tomo, Miyuri and Mafuyu were visiting the church. They were told a new sister by the name of Teresa was starting to work for the school. She was their age, and didn't have many friends on campus. As they walked across campus, Sasha appeared from the clouds, fluttering above their heads, keeping his eyes looking down into Tomo's cloth-covered cleavage.
"Your school's teaching of the more obscure lessons makes it perfect for a Somagical Girl," said Sasha. "The students are treated well here."
"I'm working on it," said Miyuri. "I just feel like I have to do it as Lily Mask. Father would consider it a waste of money. I haven't even told him about my... condition. Why is it like this?"
"Hormones?" asked Tomo. "That's what mom always told me. She knew it was Saint Olja, but Miyuri, you're not possessed by a Saint..."
Miyuri looked away. "Don't call me by my first name. We're not that close, Yamanobe."
"There's a fascinating history," said Sasha. "In the early days of civilization, angels visited Earth, but upon tasting Earth food in their brief stay, they had to relieve themselves upon the ground. Where they did, sprouted a plant that had divine properties. The women of the village both ate of this plant and slept with the angels, making their bodies a divine vessel for soma.
"As soma was meant to be consumed, it came out in the one human fluid meant for drinking. Breast milk. The women who released soma could do this even if they weren't pregnant. Though the angels had left, regular consumption of the mushrooms eventually made their bodies suited to producing soma, which they discovered had magical, healing properties. It could give energy and health to all who wished for it. The gene for soma production has been carried down from ancient times, across the world.
"To a degree, all women can produce soma, but those who were particularly suited for it became saints. Upon sleeping with angels once again, they became practically divine, able to carry on their soma producing powers for good. As soon as puberty hits, soma production begins. That's how the spirit of the gods is infused into all of you. I never thought a woman with no Saint could become a Somagical Girl, and while Miyuri's power wasn't as strong as I would've liked, it was beyond my expectations."
"I'll try again someday!" Miyuri said, pushing up her breasts. "Don't look down on the Tsujido family!"
"You've got a lot of confidence in your body, Tomo," said Sasha, ignoring Miyuri's plea.
"Mom always said to love what you've got," said Tomo in response.
"Then that's good," said Sasha. "Now that you're a Somagical Girl, you're missing one very important thing."
"Asking mom about her stories?" asked Tomo.
Sasha stopped in front of the cross on the church. "No, a wand! Every magical girl has a magical wand to bring peace and love to the world! There's an artifact inside this very church that should be a perfect base!"
"We're not stealing from the church!" said Mafuyu.
"It's not stealing, we're politely asking them for it so we can properly use its abilities to their fullest," said Sasha. "You'll know it when you see it."
Sasha rested on top of Mafuyu's kendo bag as the three of them entered the church. Though it looked like an old Western-style church, it had been built when the school was, so it was fairly young. They were greeted at the front entrance by a young, blonde woman with hair that resembled a dog's ears.
"Welcome, fellow students! I'm Teresa Beria," she said. "What interests you? We're not holding services at the moment, so..."
"We're looking around," said Mafuyu. "I've never been in here before."
Teresa looked at Tomo and Miyuri. "The dean's daughter, and the former dean's daughter," she said. "My apologies for not recognizing you right away."
"It's okay," said Tomo.
"You're correct to not have recognized me!" said Miyuri. "I've been protecting the safety of this school for some time!"
"Really?" asked Teresa. "I've heard rumors of a hero who protects this school. The Somagical Girl in the blue outfit. I would love to meet her someday."
Miyuri looked dumbfounded. Until only a few days ago, she had been the sole protector of the academy as the valiant Lily Mask, channeling all of her upper class upbringing into a pastiche of a superhero, as she imagined. She couldn't endlessly produce soma like Tomo, but she had repelled several monsters from the Doll Empire that the school had never even heard about. Miyuri approached Teresa.
"Don't concern yourself with the world of heroes. You're here to guide the young ones towards a brighter future. Even if you look about our age. Miss Teresa, we were wondering, are there any particular artifacts being held inside this church?" said Miyuri.
Sasha, hovering behind Miyuri, whispered in her ear. "Not so bluntly!"
"Sure, come this way," said Teresa, beckoning them into the main room.
The room looked like any other church. Stained glass windows lined the walls, with the key difference being that all of them depicted scenes of women from the apocrypha. The afternoon light filtering in through the stained glass gave the room a certain pleasant air that counteracted the stale smell coming from the room itself. A confessional booth was off in the corner, currently empty.
Teresa walked into the back room, treating it like she was working at a mall store. The sound of her rummaging through boxes could be heard. She returned in a moment with a crosier in white and gold, with red and blue accents along its shaft. The staff was topped with two orbs that resembled breasts, though Teresa didn't call attention to them. She placed it into a holder in the center of the church.
"This Crosier has been passed down for centuries. It was said to have originally been used by Saint Olja herself," said Teresa. "For now, it's little more than a display piece. What do you need it for?"
Tomo wondered how to best phrase it. Sasha had told her to keep her identity secret, but also told her she needed to find a wand to become a proper magical girl. She pressed her arms against her breasts, squeezing them together. She felt a sharp pop in her chest, followed by a warm sensation slowly rolling down her breasts. Without her pads, the front of her uniform was quickly becoming stained with her milk.
Miyuri, who felt slightly turned on from the sight, felt her bosom start to leak as well. The nearest washing machine was a long walk away. Teresa had a shocked expression. Two of the most prominent students in the school were suddenly lactating in front of her.
"I shouldn't have to wash this every day," Tomo said. "Mafuyu, can you help me?"
"Oribe, you apparently know what to do! Assist me as well!" said Miyuri.
"Um, excuse me," Teresa said. "I wasn't aware you two were young mothers. If you ever need someone to take care of your children, the church will gladly..."
"What?" Mafuyu said, turning around as she unbuttoned Tomo's shirt, exposing her bra. "They're not pregnant. Tomo's body is just like this."
"All women can lactate. Even you," said Miyuri. "We'll still need to borrow your venue. This looks like a good place to milk myself away from the watching eyes of the class. I must maintain my veil of secrecy."
"Yes. If you must," said Teresa.
The three of them sat in the main church, underneath the watchful eyes of Eve. Tomo and Miyuri sat side by side, with their bras pulled down and their breasts fully exposed. Tomo gave a brief aside glance at Miyuri's breasts, and her nipples quickly stiffened. They burrowed out of their inverted hiding place, standing even more taut than Miyuri's tight pink tips. Their personal pumps were at their sides, empty but prepared for action.
Mafuyu's stomach growled. "We might not be home in time for dinner," Mafuyu said. "At least I can get a drink."
"Oribe can't be the only one whose thirst is slaked," said Miyuri. "The truth is, Yamanobe, I can't control this feeling. I was the one who gave you your powers, and you go and share your milk with Katsuragi before me? You looked so happy when you drank my milk from the glass, I wished to share it with you... directly. Spare a thought for Lily Mask."
"Miyuri, if you wanted that, all you had to do was ask," said Tomo. "You're my friend. I love having that kind of skinship with you. Mafuyu, I'd like Miyuri to have the first taste of my breast."
"I have it all the time at home. There's plenty to go around," said Mafuyu.
Miyuri slid up to Tomo. She placed her hands underneath Tomo's breasts, gently lifting them. While they were only one cup size bigger than her own, Miyuri could feel the difference. They had a nice shape, and a real heft that their softness and warmth didn't suggest. Miyuri felt like her hands were sinking in, covering her palms in soma. She could feel the blood and breast milk flowing underneath the soft, pliable flesh, alive and warm. Her eyes were drawn to Tomo's nipples, lightly twitching in the center of her breasts. Miyuri carried her glance upward to Tomo's eyes.
"Do you like them?" asked Tomo.
"They're wonderful," said Miyuri. "I've applied myself rigorously to a perfect figure, but you... It's like you don't even try."
"Saint Olja has nothing to do with this," said Sasha, perching himself on the pew. "She really is proud of what she has. The love that flows through soma isn't just love for others, it's love for yourself. A woman who's confident in her own body has potential to be the strongest Somagical Girl."
Miyuri's stomach also growled. "Will you let me have this honor?"
"The areola is the most sensitive part, but all of my breasts are sensitive," said Tomo. "Be gentle."
Miyuri, her own breasts still leaking, leaned in and wrapped her lips around Tomo's milky nipple. She sucked, filling her mouth with thick, warm milk. She could lightly taste the spiritual magic in it, giving it a flavor that no ordinary breast could produce. She swallowed, and when it hit her stomach, she felt at peace. Tomo's warmth had spread throughout her body, filling her with more than a fullness in her stomach. It was a fullness in her heart and her loins, a kind of happiness she hadn't remembered she could experience.
"It's delicious," Miyuri said. "You're telling me this was produced entirely by your own body?"
"It's not as full-flavored as my mom's, but Mafuyu likes it," said Tomo. "I'm glad you do, too. If you keep sucking, I think I might... cum."
"Can we do that here?" asked Mafuyu.
"According to the Gospel of Eve, the flesh is meant to be indulged," said Miyuri.
Miyuri and Tomo attached their pumps to to their right and left breasts, respectively. They squeezed down on the handle, pulling their nipples forward and extracting fountains of milk, dribbling down into the container. Their other breasts were pushed close together, their nipples almost overlapping, to let Mafuyu indulge. Mafuyu held both nipples in her mouth at once, sucking from Miyuri and Tomo with the same force.
Her mouth was stuffed, but her mind raced with thoughts. She intimately knew the taste of Tomo's milk, from its creamy morning texture to its silky nighttime feel. While she had briefly tasted Miyuri's, she was adjusting to it quickly. It had a mildly fruity taste to it, occasionally overpowering but never leaving an aftertaste as strong as Tomo's. Lines of milk ran down Mafuyu's lips as she rapidly filled her stomach with as much soma as she could hold. Her face and chest began to feel hot. Even her legs felt like they would give out. When she reached her limit, Miyuri released the nipples from her lips and pulled her head back, letting out a satisfied little belch in response.
"Thanks, Mafuyu," said Tomo, looking like she was about to orgasm.
"That was impressive, Oribe," said Miyuri, who already had orgasmed, dripping her love juices onto the pew, desperately trying to hide them under her skirt. "I can see why Yamanobe trusts you, after all."
"Don't give Mafuyu all the soma!" said Sasha. "You might need it yourselves if the Doll Empire attacks."
"It's almost the weekend. If they haven't attacked now, they're not going to," said Mafuyu. She lifted her skirt and looked at her belly. She could feel the soma sloshing around inside her, hanging over the edge of her panties. "I may pass on dinner tonight."
"You're so full of soma, maybe you should fight the Dolls," said Sasha, nuzzling against Mafuyu's belly.
"That's not happening," said Mafuyu. "Tomo has enough power to defend herself. I don't know how much I could do against them."
"Say, Sasha, about my mom..." Tomo started to ask. She never finished her question, because the doors to the church swung open with a loud creak. Standing in silhouette against the fading light in the windows was a figure that the trio did not immediately recognize.
"Olja, we've found you," said the voice, coming from a diminutive figure. "Surrender yourself to the Doll Empire, or we'll make you come by force."
Tomo, who had just finished buttoning up her uniform, turned around. "Never! Mafuyu and I are going home to have dinner!"
"I'm afraid that's not going to happen," said the voice, stepping into the light. "I am Wooden Flower of the Doll Empire. I won't be fighting you directly. Candle Doll, capture Olja!"
The candle mannequin moved forward. Tomo stood in the center of the aisle, bathed in the light coming through the stained glass windows. She looked down at her chest, and then back at the doll, its flames burning bright.
"You leave me no choice," Tomo said. She kissed the golden cross, and squeezed down on her breasts. The entire front of her uniform was splattered with milk, exposing her bra and cleavage beneath. The Holy Barrier began to construct itself at her feet. "Somagical Transformation!"
Tomo's clothes vanished from her body, and in a brief flash, she had once again donned the robes of Saint Olja. The outfit is magical because absorbing soma into its fabric doesn't weaken it, it makes it stronger. It retains a smooth, comfortable feel that allows for ease of motion no matter how much soma drips onto it, because soma was used in materializing it into this world to begin with.
Framed by the stained glass picture of Eve, Tomo announced herself. "Motherhood is the beginning of eros! Patron saint of love, Somagical Girl Tomo has arrived!"
"What a sorry excuse for a magical girl," said Wooden Flower. "See if you can stand against my doll!"
Tomo reached for the front of her robes and exposed her breasts once again. Her nipples were erect and dripping with soma, still tingling from the session a few moments ago. Tomo focused her nipple towards one of the candle flames, and squirted a high pressure line of soma towards the candle. The doll dodged the blast, thrusting its arm towards Tomo once again.
"You can't extinguish these flames," said Wooden Flower.
"Maybe..." said Tomo, massaging her bosom, "I don't need to. Soma String!" Lines of breast milk shot out, transforming into ropes of blue energy. She wrapped them around the doll's legs, pulling her entire torso backwards to attempt to trip it over. She realized if its candles hit the floor, the entire church could be set on fire. Tomo pulled away at the last minute, pinching her nipples to cut off the flow of energy.
"Soma..." Tomo pushed down on her breasts, but only a slight drizzle came forward. She had expended too much with Mafuyu. It would take too long to recover at this rate. The rumbling of her stomach, signaling her hunger, wasn't helping. She was lacking the energy to fight. Tomo looked at the pews, and got an idea.
"Mafuyu! Toss me my pump!" Tomo said. There was enough freshly squeezed soma in there that she could pull off an attack strong enough to defeat the doll.
Mafuyu scooped up Tomo's pump. She looked for a way to hand it off to Tomo. The distance wasn't that great, but the Candle Doll had its eyes on her. If she loitered in front of it for too long, she'd make herself a target.
Sasha flew down onto the pew and held Miyuri's pump between his arms, shaking around her soma. "Lily Mask's is here, too," said Sasha.
"It's a last resort," said Mafuyu.
Tomo massaged her breasts, trying to push out enough milk to counterattack. While her previously released milk made her breasts slippery enough to be squeezed with ease, it was becoming sticky, making it difficult for her to work up the pressure needed. Her hands were starting to chafe her breasts, leaving the area around her nipples red and stinging. Tomo was panting, her hands starting to cramp from the pressure.
"It's not coming out!" Tomo said.
As she caught her breath, the Candle Doll threw out two globs of quickly hardening wax. They stuck over Tomo's nipples, covering the exact dimensions of her areolae. Tomo tried to push once again. She felt a slight bit of milk dribble out, and then immediately catch itself at the bottom of the wax.
"Now it'll never come out. You're finished!" said Wooden Flower.
"I have to pull these off," said Tomo. "I don't care if they show! I don't! Wear! Pasties!" She pinched her nipples, but the wax refused to remove itself.
"Tomo, catch!" Mafuyu threw the pump into the air in Tomo's direction.
The Candle Doll interfered, knocking it to the ground with a sharp blow. The glass shattered, leaving fragments on the carpet. Splashes of Tomo's milk flew around the area, and the pump rolled its way to her feet. Tomo, still pinching her nipples in a concentrated attempt to remove the wax, looked down in shock.
"That was important," Tomo said.
Wooden Flower licked her lips. "Who cares? Once you're taken by the Empire, all your soma will be devoured by our Queen. If I'm lucky, she may even let me have a taste. I'll remove the wax, if you let me have another taste."
"Never! This is Mafuyu's special milk," said Tomo, resisting as Wooden Flower placed her hand under her chin. "You can't appreciate it without love."
Their conversation was interrupted by a magnificent golden-white glow. The soma that had landed on the crosier had caused it to shine in the same color as Tomo's aura. The broken pieces of Tomo's pump picked themselves up, gathering beneath the head of the staff and reconfiguring themselves into a stained glass globe. The pump rose off the floor, attaching itself to the top of the staff. The staff broke out of its stand, and shrunk its staff down from the size of a cane to the size of a sword.
It floated into Tomo's grip. The glowing light from the staff weakened the grip of the wax on her nipples. The wax fell to the floor, leaving Tomo's sore areolae exposed to the cool air of the church once more. The last of the golden light gathered in the globe near the top of the staff. Tomo removed it, and saw the light solidify into a cup of soma. It smelled like her mother. Tomo lapped her tongue against the surface, and followed up by drinking the entire thing in one gulp, leaving her with a milk mustache.
"Wooden Flower, perhaps I will show you what love really is," said Tomo.
"Yamanobe. What just happened?" asked Miyuri, looking at the golden staff held firmly in Tomo's grip.
"It's the Olja Crosier," said Sasha. "Now that she has a wand, she's a full-fledged magical girl! The first drops of soma came from Olja herself."
"Go get 'em, Tomo!" Mafuyu shouted.
Tomo placed the pump to her left breast. The power of magic drew out soma with a thick, syrupy consistency. She moved the pump to her other nipple, and the other half of the globe was filled. Tomo spun around the globe, mixing her soma into a bubbly concoction that smelled like the inside of a patisserie. She pointed the head of the staff, its two shining, breast-like orbs, at the Candle Doll.
"In the name of Eve, return to paradise," Tomo said sternly. "Somagical Baptism!"
Four small streams of soma, shining with a golden energy, spiraled out of head of the wand. Two of them snuffed out the Candle Doll's lights, while the other smacked it in the head. The four streams converged into a whirlpool of soma that constricted the doll until it vanished, leaving only the candle used to make it on the floor.
"You won this time, but next time won't be so easy," said Wooden Flower. She kicked up a cloud of pollen and dashed out the door.
Tomo slumped back onto the pew. Her magical robes vanished as her uniform once again fell from the sky, landing on her head. She didn't fall asleep, but she was exhausted. Mafuyu examined Tomo's breasts. Her skin was smooth and the chafing had gone away. She was fatigued, but unharmed.
The Olja Crosier vanished, leaving only the ornate stained glass container and golden pump in its place. Miyuri picked it up and placed it in Tomo's hand.
"Was it like this for you, too?" asked Mafuyu.
"Always," said Miyuri. "You did well, Yamano... Tomo." Miyuri and Mafuyu's stomachs briefly came into contact, both of them full of Tomo's love. In that moment, the three of them were intimately connected.
The door to the church opened, and Teresa called out to them.
"The campus is closing for the day! You three should really head home soon. Is everything okay in there?" she said.
"We're fine," Mafuyu replied. "Just a few more moments."
That night, after dinner, Tomo went to her mother's room. It used to be the Oribe house's guest room, but was big enough for Akari. When Tomo walked in, her mother was expressing her milk into a similarly ornate container. The smell of her milk and her mother's mixed, giving the room a unique atmosphere that couldn't be found anywhere in the house.
"Tomo, are you worried about your body?" asked Akari.
"That's not it," said Tomo.
"Then is it about Sasha?" asked Akari.
Tomo froze on the spot. The laundry basket where Sasha had been sleeping hadn't escaped her eyes. She realized, that if her mom had been a Somagical Girl, it was likely that Sasha would have been her familiar as well. For Tomo, this was even more embarrassing then the talk she had with her mother after puberty hit.
"Was that pump once a wand?" asked Tomo. She took out the Olja Crosier, showing it to her mother.
Akari widely smiled. She embraced her daughter, burying Tomo's head in her cleavage. Tomo's tongue licked off her mother's dripping milk, tickling Akari's bosom. Akari looked into Tomo's eyes.
"I'm so proud of you," she said.
"Will you tell me about your own adventures?" asked Tomo.
"There's a lot to tell," said Akari. "How about the time I met your father? I was in my second year of..."
Sasha and Mafuyu looked in from outside the window. Mafuyu walked back to her bedroom to prepare for a good night's sleep. As she walked up the stairs, she felt her bra band snap. It had been feeling unusually tight the past few days.
"Dammit," said Mafuyu to the empty stairway.
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