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Such a Long Story	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: +M to R > Rosario Vampire Views: 3877 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no money from the writing of this story. All characters and locations of Rosario+Vampire belong to Ikeda Akihisa.

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A/N: After a long hiatus, I have returned!   A month in the making, this story serves as a setup for the next and final installment of the series.   I'll probably be starting on that story soon, but no clue when exactly or how long it'll be.
In terms of continuity, it fits throughout episodes 11 and 12 of the anime, though it really starts to depart from canon hard at that point (and will continue to do so).
A note about the "Fetish" and "Other" warnings - "Other" is there to cover anything I may have missed and also to preserve surprises w/in the story, while "Fetish" is to cover Ruby's many fetishes (she's a submissive masochist exhibitionist in canon).   I probably wrote them entirely too mildly, so feedback/critique is even more critical that usual for my writing and even more welcome (reviews or PMs).
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Such a Long Story

Ruby Tojo had had a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad week. In fact, she doubted if she’d ever had a worse one, and it was only Tuesday. She didn’t dare dwell on the awfulness of this week, though, lest Fate decide to show her even worse.
Over the weekend, the Lilith Mirror, a powerful artifact kept under lock and key, had vanished from the school’s vault. Yokai Academy’s Headmaster had charged Ruby with retrieving the item and, if possible, apprehending the perpetrator. Before she could accomplish her assigned tasks, though, the Mirror, which forced monsters into their true form with its light and thus released massive amounts of monster energy all at once, destabilized the Great Barrier between the monster and human worlds. Ruby and the Headmaster had performed an abridged ritual to shore up the Barrier to buy more time to find and neutralize the Mirror.
Compounding the issue, Ruby fell prey to the Mirror’s light while searching for it. Under the influence of the artifact’s powerful magic, the witch had been reduced from a confident, competent young woman to a sex-starved mess, begging Tsukune to give her naughty orders like undressing in public. She couldn’t wholly blame the Mirror, however; it merely revealed one’s true nature.
After a few days to digest, though, Ruby didn’t entirely like what that said about her.
Despite the Newspaper Club’s successful efforts to rein in Lilith’s rampage, the damage had been done: enough monster energy had already been released to overcome the reinforcement ritual. Sealing inner Moka away again had proven insufficient, and outer Moka had sacrificed herself by placing her rosary into the enchanted altar which projected the Barrier. Never before had Ruby seen inner Moka so rattled as she’d looked in the immediate aftermath.
The incident had caused no shortage of collateral damage as well. Inner Moka distanced herself from the others. Tsukune hadn’t attended class for two days. Tsukune’s cousin Kyoko had nearly died after sneaking onto school grounds, thanks to the rampaging monsters. Ruby herself had narrowly avoided severe punishment for the whole fiasco thanks to the culprit, Kokoa, confessing to the crime.
Worst of all, in some ways, Lilith’s Mirror had dispelled the ritual she and her fellow witch, Yukari, had enacted to age her body to match the other girls in the Club. The brilliant younger witch had, after becoming an adult, used her suddenly-sexy body to begin a relationship with Tsukune, much to the older witch’s envy. The arcane link forged by the spell – a link that allowed Ruby to feel what Yukari felt during masturbation and intercourse, and vice versa – had constituted a pleasant, surprising side effect.
A distraught Yukari sniffling between sobs returned Ruby’s attention to the present. The two witches sat side-by-side in Ruby’s miniscule staff office, and the older girl had an arm around the younger’s shoulders. Ruby held a box of tissues within easy reach, which Yukari took full advantage of, blowing her nose every thirty seconds or so.
“I just can’t believe she’s gone!” whimpered the diminutive witch.
“There, there, Yukari,” Ruby soothed, stroking the other girl’s hair. “We’ll figure out a way to bring her back, somehow. I have a meeting with the Headmaster a little later this afternoon to discuss the situation.”
Yukari sighed. “What about me? I feel so selfish saying that, but I’m stuck in this little kid’s body again! Until I’m back to my fully-grown, smoking-hot self, my relationship with Tsukune is over!” This last admission triggered a fresh round of sobs.
“You don’t think he’ll wait, now that he realizes you both have the same feelings?” Ruby wondered.
The younger witch shook her head fiercely. “I trust Tsukune’s feelings,” she insisted. “I just don’t want to be left out during the next two or three years while the others are getting laid!”
Ruby couldn’t help but giggle, though it swiftly transitioned into a sigh. “You’re lucky, Yukari,” she told her fellow witch. “You spent all those weeks looking like a total bombshell, and you fulfilled your desires to become one with Tsukune.” Her cheeks flushed at the memories of feeling their trysts through the now-sundered link.
“Are… are you jealous, Ruby?” Yukari gasped, struggling to fathom why the beautiful older witch might envy her. Besides my incredible rack, that is, the younger witch thought with equal parts glee and melancholy. A flash of insight formed a tentative hypothesis: “You’re hot for Tsukune too?!”
Ruby reddened and stared straight ahead. “He’s rather handsome, in his goofy, unassuming way,” she replied archly. “Not to mention, he saved my life, saved me from my own self-destructive delusions.”
Of all Yukari’s possible responses, Ruby had expected a giggle the least. “That’s Tsukune for you! We all feel the same way, like he brings out the best in us,” the little witch explained. With a sigh, her mood returned to a melancholier state. “Now that the outer Moka’s gone, I’m worried about him.”
“Me too,” Ruby commiserated. “I probably shouldn’t share this, but Tsukune hasn’t been in class since it happened. I don’t think he’s left his room.”
“Normally, I’d try to get everyone to visit him, but I doubt anything could console Tsukune right now,” Yukari sniffled.
Ruby patted her friend’s shoulder, but the comfort offered felt hollow. “I’m forced to agree, unfortunately. Not that I could join you anyway – Tsukune and I aren’t all that close. Rules strictly forbid staff members from getting too close to students, and the Headmaster keeps me so busy besides.” She sighed.
The clock on the wall chimed the hour, and Ruby shot to her feet. “Speaking of the Headmaster, it’s time for my meeting with him!” As she darted out of her office, the responsible older witch called over her shoulder, “You’d better get back to class, Yukari. Even with your mastery of the material, too many absences will still drag down your grades.”
The pint-sized witch trudged out of her counterpart’s office and into the corridor. Yukari wished there were more that she could do, but the twin shocks of losing Moka and reverting to her younger body had made it difficult to think clearly. She just hoped that Ruby could find out something, anything, to help her situation.

~~~~~

The Headmaster’s office had always felt so foreboding whenever Ruby had stood inside it, and today proved no exception. Even the large window behind the heavy-looking antique desk couldn’t alleviate the oppressive atmosphere. Maybe it’s the thick purple curtains, or the candelabras on every flat surface? mused the witch.
The Headmaster himself loomed by the window, staring outside as if expecting the Barrier to deteriorate at any moment. Clad in a mass of gray-white robes, he didn’t acknowledge Ruby’s seated presence for several long moments. Finally, he turned toward his assistant, his face shrouded by his cowl, rendering his expression all but inscrutable. When he spoke, his voice thrummed with authority, sending a shiver up the witch’s spine: “Your friend averted quite a catastrophe with her rosary. She will be missed.”
The sentence fell around Ruby like leaden chains. She squeezed her eyes shut and bowed her head as though weighed down by an albatross. “Can’t anything be done to bring her back, sir?” she sniffled.
The Headmaster shrugged, a fractional motion that sent a ripple through his robes. “You tell me, Miss Tojo. Haven’t you been researching sealing magic lately?”
Blushing at having been caught red-handed, the witch merely nodded. “With everything that’s happened lately,” she began to explain, “I thought I should try to find out if Moka spending weeks at a time unsealed around school would pose a problem.”
“What did you find?” prompted the Headmaster.
“Not much,” she admitted. “The only tomes I could find in the faculty library discussed basic magical wards, which… Her Ladyship… taught me when I was nine or ten.” Mentioning her long-dead mentor triggered a surge of sorrow and despair that Ruby fought to master – after all, both of them were in better places now.
The Headmaster chuckled darkly. “Since you’ve worked so hard for me, and managed to mitigate the Mirror debacle,” he growled, “by finding the thief, I’ll let you in on a little secret: the volume you seek is in my personal library, along with Lilith’s Mirror and a few other… curiosities.” He held up a hand to quell Ruby’s coming question. “However, because you failed your task of maintaining the Barrier – doubly so, since an unauthorized human accessed school grounds – you will not be permitted to study it.”
Ruby hung her head in shame at her failure, especially since the Headmaster had so generously taken her on as a staff member after the Newspaper Club had rescued her from her own grief-stricken madness. Honestly, though, I’d expected a much harsher punishment, she comforted herself. Aloud, she acknowledged the consequences of her failure: “Of course not, sir. I am unworthy to study such precious secrets.”
The robed figure glided to one of the candelabras near Ruby’s seat, and his presence nearly made her flinch. “What have you determined about the shattered rosary?” he asked with an air of nonchalance, as if he didn’t really care about the answer.
“Only that the design seemed similar to Moka’s,” Ruby answered dutifully. “There wasn’t much of it left to analyze, sir. Given that sealing magic that powerful is such a closely guarded secret, it follows that only a select few could have created either rosary.”
A ghost of a smile creased the Headmaster’s lips. “Well-reasoned, Miss Tojo,” he complimented her, and the praise made her tingle all over. “In fact, only three – Three Dark Lords, mightiest of all monsters. Naturally, I am one of those,” he boasted.
“Of course, sir,” Ruby agreed without hesitation. “Did you design Moka’s rosary?” Ruby paused to lick her lips before asking her most burning question: “If so, why?”
The Headmaster shook his head. “Not I. I am no vampire, and seals that powerful can only be applied by a monster of the same type.”
“Another of the Dark Lords,” Ruby murmured, “a vampire lord.” Several pieces fell together all at once. “Lord Shuzen! Moka and Kokoa’s father!” I have to tell Tsukune!
“Perhaps,” hinted the Headmaster. “Regardless, Lord Shuzen kept his secrets well. Other than its existence around Miss Akashiya’s neck, I know nothing about the rosary – its purpose, the rules governing its removal, the reason it split Miss Akashiya’s personality.” For the first time she’d ever witnessed, the Headmaster frowned, sounding thoroughly irritated, either from the lack of knowledge or from having to admit it.
Ruby replied, “I see, sir,” unsure what else to say. Her voice trembled, despite her best efforts. “Is that all you wished to discuss? I have a lot to do today, and I don’t want to disappoint you again.” I’m not entirely lying, either, she thought to herself.
“Such a hard-working girl,” the Headmaster muttered, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Nothing about the Dark Lords shall leave this room. Understood?”
Damn, Ruby swore to herself, I didn’t think I was that transparent.   “As you command, Headmaster,” she acquiesced. “May I ask about something else, unrelated to Moka?”
“The prodigy,” surmised the Headmaster.
“Ah, y-yes, s-sir,” Ruby stammered, unnerved by the eerily accurate assumption. “I request permission to enact the aging ritual again. Since the Mirror unraveled the spell, Yukari’s been miserable. She’s even skipped a few classes, which you know isn’t like her.”
A dry chuckle rasped from the Headmaster’s throat. “Quite. Unfortunately, Nurse Yakumaru has been relieved of her duties after the previous incident with Miss Sendo. The serum her body produced was exhausted the last time you cast the spell, correct?”
“Y-Yes, sir,” replied the witch. Her mind scrambled for another solution to Yukari’s situation, but to no avail. “Can we not require more from her as restitution?” she tried.
The Headmaster stepped closer, towering over the still-seated Ruby, his eyes gleaming a sickly yellow beneath his hood. “You misunderstand, Miss Tojo. Nurse Yakumaru has returned to the realm of her species in disgrace. I doubt she still lives.”
Ruby’s face flushed, this time with anger, an emotion she rarely displayed. “With all due respect, sir, why did the Nurse get fired, when other faculty and staff who’ve assaulted students remain employed here? Such an inconsistent standard reflects poorly on the school and, by extension, you.”
The Headmaster smirked, clearly appreciating the open challenge from his assistant. “Ms. Apsara was also relieved of her duties after the incident with the curry; the faculty lounge only just stopped smelling like the stuff,” he replied. “Mister Kotsubo was recently released, as soon as I received the appropriate written notice regarding his inappropriate actions toward Miss Shirayuki… and others.” The Headmaster emitted a disdainful snort.
“What about Ms. Ririko? I’m certain I’ve seen her having male students enter her room at inappropriate hours!” Ruby pressed.
The Headmaster glowered for a long moment before replying. “Few monsters pursue degrees in mathematics. I cannot replace Ms. Ririko; therefore, the students must endure her.” A wicked grin now crossed his features. “Once Miss Sendo completes her education, I plan to offer her Ms. Ririko’s position.”
The Headmaster returned to his usual stoic manner. “Regarding Miss Sendo’s current predicament, it is of no concern to me. The experiment proved a success, if Mister Aono’s actions afterward are any indication.”
Ruby blinked. How much does he know about…? Putting that thought aside, she bowed her head in supplication. “Sir, I’d like to research another method of accelerating Yukari’s growth,” the witch requested. “I promise the research won’t distract me from my other assignments.”
The Headmaster didn’t answer for a long, long moment, leading Ruby to fear imminent punishment. When he did respond, he surprised the witch by nodding assent. “Granted – under the condition that you submit your findings to me once you enact the new method. We might as well record the results of your arcane research.”
Ruby beamed. “Thank you, sir! Thank you so much!”

~~~~~

Not much else happened the rest of the day, giving Ruby ample time to complete her assigned tasks well before dark. She wasted little time heading for the faculty and staff library. The evening vanished as she pondered many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore. She ended up nodding off right there at the desk, an open tome her only pillow.
The next morning saw the witch scrambling to ready herself for the day. Ruby dashed to her room, showered, dressed, and swept the walk at a breakneck pace, just barely finishing before the first students arrived. Among the throng, the older witch spotted her younger counterpart, head hung low and shoulders slumped. Her heart leapt into her throat to see the girl so dejected.
Ruby noted that Yukari barely responded when Kurumu fell into stride beside her. She couldn’t hear what the succubus said to the diminutive witch, but it didn’t garner a response. Eyes darting from buxom succubus to still-developing witch, Ruby had a flash of insight: I’ve seen Kurumu’s measurements dating back to middle school. I can’t fathom how she managed to sprout melons like that on a body as tiny as Yukari’s; a D-cup in seventh grade is just absurd. It seems unfair, somehow, that one girl could bloom so early while another looks like she’ll bloom late.
It must have something to do with succubus biology, Ruby realized. If I knew more about them, maybe there’s some way I could transfer some of that early-bloomer power to Yukari. Her magenta eyes widened.
That’s it! A new line of inquiry presented itself: monster energy transmogrification. I hope not much happens today, Ruby mused. I have a lot of research to do.
Wrapped up in her plans to help Yukari return to her adult form, Ruby almost missed the Newspaper Club girls gathering around Tsukune to walk with him to class. She glanced up just in time to see him surrounded by Kurumu, Yukari, and a no-longer-hidden Mizore. Moka, Ruby noted, hung back, keeping her distance from the others.
Tsukune looks terrible – dark circles beneath his eyes, lifeless expression on his face, slumped shoulders, pale complexion. I’ve never seen him this broken. Ruby’s magenta eyes welled up with tears. Still, it’s good to see him returning to class. Even if the young man was too dazed to notice, Ruby waved as he and the others walked past.
It’s always like that, the witch sighed to herself. I’m always on the periphery, on the outside looking in. I’m part of the group, but not really part of it since I’m not a student. As a witch – a boundary being who straddles the line between monsters and humans – I should be used to that, but in this case it’s just… lonely.
Now that the morning influx of students had subsided, Ruby resumed sweeping. As she worked, her mind wandered. What can I do to get closer to Tsukune? I want to become part of his harem so much, to have him look at me the way he looks at the other girls. She shook her head sadly. Right now, though, Tsukune isn’t looking at much of anyone; he’s too focused on losing outer Moka.
A sudden, brisk gust of wind kicked up along the path that Ruby was sweeping. The witch’s skirt billowed, and she felt grateful that she didn’t wear the students’ absurdly-short uniform skirts, which had the tendency to expose the girls’ underwear with the slightest breeze. When she looked up, she saw that much of the dust she still needed to sweep had blown off the walkway. That’s never happened before, she marveled.
Freed from that tedious duty, Ruby headed inside to attend the others. For the rest of the day, part of her mind dwelt on two things: how to help her fellow witch, and how to help the human boy who saved her life and stole her heart. Another part, however, mulled over the strange wind that actually helped her for a change – breezes on campus usually hindered her work, depositing more dust on the concrete or even blowing into her eyes.
Looks like a lot more will be happening around here in the near future, mused the witch as she put her broom away.

~~~~~

Over the next few days, Ruby pursued her new line of research on methods of transferring monster energy from one monster to another, as well as studying anything she could find on succubus biology. The first technique she discovered required some exchange of bodily fluids – the thought of which would’ve made her retch, except the best choice of succubus-fluid sprang, unsurprisingly, from arousal. Fantasies of “harvesting” Kurumu’s love-nectar brought a fierce blush to Ruby’s face and threatened to derail her reading.
The second method, however, proved both more promising and more practical: a ritual involving one or more focusing gems. Ruby took extensive notes to study further once she’d returned to her room, notes to study alongside her copy of Arcane Geology: A Down-to-Earth Handbook of Magic Rocks (12th ed.). The witch also balked at the sheer amounts of magical energy needed – enough to knock participants and caster out cold for a few days. Maybe I’ll arrange to cast it next Friday – missing the half-day of classes on Saturday won’t hurt Yukari in the least, and it probably won’t make a difference between passing and failing for Kurumu, she planned.
During those same days, Ruby also watched from afar as Tsukune soldiered his way through classes and Newspaper Club meetings. Even from a distance, though, she could see how much outer Moka’s absence ate away at the young man’s spirit. The despair she felt emanating from him broke the young woman’s heart, especially since she held a piece of information that might be of some comfort to him. I wish the Headmaster hadn’t ordered me to keep quiet about whichever of Moka’s parents was a Dark Lord and creator of the rosary, she sighed to herself more than once.
Still, there’s hope, she realized on Sunday night as she lay in bed, trying in vain to sleep. This past week would’ve been outer Moka’s, so of course Tsukune felt awful. Next week belongs to inner Moka. Ruby pursed her lips. If she’s going to cheer him up, she’ll have to behave better as his girlfriend than the last time…
After staring at her ceiling in the dark for long minutes measured by the ticking of her clock, Ruby arrived at a decision. The young woman sprang from her bed to dress hurriedly, not even bothering with a light. Given the late hour, she could only hope Tsukune hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

~~~~~

Minutes later, a few pebbles hurled against Tsukune’s window brought the young man to look outside. Ruby waved excitedly and waited by a large stone fountain situated between the boys’ and girls’ student dorms. Her heart leapt with excitement when she saw the object of her affections approach, even if his gait remained a listless trudge and his face wore a confused expression.
“Um, Ruby? It’s kinda late, y’know,” Tsukune observed to open the conversation.
Ruby nodded resolutely. “I’m sorry, Tsukune, but it’s important, I promise,” the witch assured him firmly. “If you want to punish me afterward, I won’t mind,” she added, much more softly, her face heating.
“What’s on your mind?” asked the young man, his polite response tempered by a huge yawn.
Ruby braced herself. “I found out something about Moka’s rosary,” she told him, “but I’ve been sworn to secrecy. I’m defying a direct order from the Headmaster himself not to discuss this with you.” The witch locked gazes with the young man to underscore the seriousness of her words.
Tsukune blinked. “You… you don’t have to. I don’t want you to get in trouble to help me…”
A small smile graced the witch’s ruby lips. “Tsukune, you’re… you’re worth it to me,” she insisted. “If it weren’t for you, I’d still be on Witch Hill, alone, probably insane with loneliness and despair. I won’t stand by and watch any longer while you start down that path. I can’t stand to see you in so much pain.”
“Thank you, Ruby,” Tsukune whispered. “That’s… that means a lot to me right now.”
Ruby took a hopeful half-step closer, her magenta eyes gleaming in the moonlight, her cheeks about the same shade as her eyes. Now or never, she encouraged herself. “I… I love you, Tsukune,” she confessed, her voice little more than a whisper.
The young man licked his lips. “Ruby…”
“Tsukune,” breathed the witch, drawing closer.
“Ruby?”
Her heart pounded in her ears. Her eyes drifted shut. She leaned in, murmuring his name…
… until his hands on her shoulders arrested her. Her heart stopped. Her eyes snapped open. She stammered his name, fighting back the surge of disappointment that plunged like a hot coal straight into her gut.
“Ruby, we can’t,” Tsukune murmured, his voice betraying the pain he felt uttering those words. “I don’t… I don’t feel that way about you. Please accept my humblest apologies for that.”
The heartbroken witch bit back a cry of anguish and fought to keep the tears welling in her eyes from falling. She searched Tsukune’s chocolate-brown eyes and found a mixture of his signature kindness tinged with sorrow. Ruby wanted to say, “I hope at least some of the sadness you’re feeling is for me,” but she didn’t trust her voice.
“You’re still an important person in my life,” Tsukune explained in an attempt to soften the blow, “just not in that way. More like… my cousin Kyoko, a little – she’s practically my big sister.” Hastily, he added with a nervous chuckle, “You’re not nearly as overbearing, though.”
Ruby laughed, though it was a little forced. “I’m sorry if my feelings are troublesome, Tsukune. You can reject me as forcefully as you want.” Not what I want you to do to me forcefully, she thought to herself ruefully, but there’s nothing to be done about that now.
Tsukune shook his head. “I want us to stay friends,” he insisted, “even if I can’t return your feelings.”
Ruby took a shaky breath. On impulse, she darted forward to hug him briefly before backing off. “Thank you for being honest, and gentle,” she responded, her voice fragile as spun glass. “I’ll still tell you what I learned, of course. I want to help you, Tsukune, to see you happy again.”
Tsukune’s face lit up into his trademark gentle smile, and Ruby’s heart practically melted on the spot. “Thank you, Ruby. Please… what did you find out about Moka’s rosary?”
“The rosary was created by one of the three Dark Lords, powerful monsters who direct affairs in the monster world,” Ruby explained dutifully. “The Headmaster of Yokai Academy is one of them; another is Lord or Lady Shuzen, a vampire lord and parent of our resident vampire ladies.”
Tsukune slumped, as if he’d expected to hear that revelation. “I think Moka herself told me her father had the seal made; I must’ve misunderstood,” he sighed, blaming himself as he often did. “Why would Lord Shuzen seal his own daughter? What purpose did it serve?”
Ruby shook her head. “That, I don’t know,” the witch replied. “Still, now you know who to ask for a new rosary for Moka, if she even wants one.”
Tsukune plopped onto the edge of the fountain, and his head fell into his hands. “I… I’m not sure. She seems to enjoy not being locked away, but she’s not really making herself part of the group either.”
Hesitating for the briefest of moments, Ruby sat next to Tsukune and rested a hand on his shoulder. “You should ask her, then, what she wants. Maybe she misses the other Moka enough to want another rosary; maybe she likes her freedom. Either way, it’s her choice,” the witch advised him.
The young man nodded and glanced at Ruby, a wan smile on his face. “Yeah, just knowing there’s a chance to get her back really helps. Ruby… how can I repay you?”
A pink tongue darted between Ruby’s ruby lips, which curled into a bashful smile at the question. “Any chance we could become lovers, just for tonight?” she asked in a hushed, hopeful whisper. Hoping to entice Tsukune, the young woman traced a hand down his spine through his tee-shirt and reiterated, “Just for tonight.”
Tsukune couldn’t suppress a shiver. Even though he didn’t feel for Ruby what he felt for the other young women in his life, he couldn’t deny her beauty – soft red lips, alluring (if oddly-colored) eyes, silky-looking black hair, slim frame with not-unimpressive bosom and narrow waist. “Ruby,” he murmured, half-spellbound, “I don’t think I can do that kind of thing, just have a fling and then forget about it. For me, doing ‘this and that’ is only for people in love. Even if you think you’d be fine with just tonight, I think it’d end up hurting you more in the long run.”
“You’re probably right,” conceded the young woman, unable to hide the disappointment in her voice. “I’d know exactly what I was missing and regret that.” Thanks to the link I had with Yukari, I already do, she thought to herself. When you made love to her, I felt it too, and it felt wonderful; I didn’t know it could feel that good. Now I’ll never have that for real…
“Sorry to keep shooting you down, Ruby,” Tsukune apologized with a sheepish chuckle.
Brought back to the real world from her thoughts, the witch shrugged. “I knew that was a long shot, honestly. I’ll just have to think of something you’ll go for,” she added with a smirk.
For several long moments, the two teens sat in silence, Tsukune alone with his thoughts and Ruby content to savor simply having the young man’s company all to herself for a change. The witch had pulled her hand away from the young man and rested it with its opposite in her lap. She fidgeted for a bit before reaching up to unfasten her twin side-tails; her long, dark hair now hung free and loose, cascading down her shoulders.
An idea popped forth from Ruby’s rather dirty subconscious. “Command me to do something naughty, Tsukune – right here, right now, out in the open.” Her cheeks reddened at the brazen request. “Please, Tsukune,” she pleaded after no response from the young man, “even this much would be plenty.”
Just a few months ago, that sort of request would’ve triggered a massive nosebleed from the young man. Now, though – after having enjoyed an active sex life with five different girls with ardent libidos of their own – Ruby’s plea merely elicited a bit of stammering. “Um… well… okay… if that’s what you want… I do owe you, after all,” he stalled. When she responded with only a waiting nod, Tsukune thought of a command to give: “Ruby, I… I want you to lift up your skirt.”
Ruby stood and stepped directly in front of Tsukune. “As you wish, my dear Tsukune,” she acknowledged with a smirk. She leaned forward, knowing the cut of her bodice would display her cleavage. Tsukune’s widening eyes confirmed that he liked what he saw.
Centimeter by centimeter, the hem of her skirt rose, baring her stocking-clad legs. At the level of mid-thigh, Ruby stood to her full 165-centimeter height and gave Tsukune a saucy wink. One more dramatic tug of the skirt exposed her fully.
“R-Ruby!” blurted Tsukune, eyes widening further. “Where are your panties?”
The witch giggled wickedly. The cool night air, along with feeling Tsukune’s eyes on her bare groin, sent shivers right up Ruby’s spine. “Clearly, I was hoping for lots more to happen between us tonight, Tsukune. Panties would’ve gotten in the way.”
“I see…”
The longer Tsukune stared, the more Ruby’s cheeks burned and the wetter she became between her legs. As her desire built, the young woman began panting. Keeping her skirt in one hand, the aroused witch reached down to splay her privates open invitingly. “Please, Tsukune… tell me you’re having second thoughts,” she begged with no hint of shame.
The young man didn’t answer right away. A deep-seated yearning in his loins reminded him that the last time he’d coupled with any of the girls had been a full week ago, when Mizore and Kurumu had surprised him with dinner and a threesome. I told Ruby I don’t want a one-night stand, though, he resolved despite his libido, and I won’t back out of that now.
Tsukune shook his head slowly. “Sorry, Ruby. Don’t get me wrong – it’s tempting, but I can’t,” he explained to try to let her down gently.
Ruby sighed in frustration but maintained her pose, displaying herself for the young man as lewdly as possible. “At least I tried,” she remarked ruefully. “Look as much as you want, Tsukune. You can even give more commands, if you like.” Her blush spread down her neck at the thought.
Tsukune couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head. “You’re too much, Ruby,” he replied, hoping his light-hearted tone would blunt the rejection. “Like I said, you’re very pretty, but I don’t share your feelings. I don’t want to lead you on by giving you a bunch of naughty commands.”
The now-aroused witch pouted and released her skirt so that it fell back into place, hiding her intimate areas from view. “Oh well – it was fun while it lasted,” she half-lamented. “Will you at least, um, think about me next time you…” Ruby trailed off, red-faced at the unasked question; but she pantomimed an up-and-down motion with her fist to finish her sentence.
Tsukune sputtered for a moment. “M-Maybe,” he finally stammered, “but no promises.”
“Fair enough,” Ruby answered simply. “I suppose I should let you get back to bed, and I should go too. Lots to do tomorrow!” The witch favored her friend and unrequited love with a genuine, if brittle, smile. “I hope what I told you can help somehow.”
Tsukune responded with a smile of his own. “A little, though I’m not quite sure what to do with the information,” he admitted.
“I’m glad I could bring you a little comfort at least.” Ruby accentuated her words with a deep bow that once more displayed her cleavage. When she stood back up, she noticed with pride the bulge in Tsukune’s pants and the flush in his cheeks. “Sweet dreams and good night, my dear Tsukune,” she bade him. Before the young man could respond in kind, the witch transformed herself into a raven and flew away.
Tsukune lost sight of her almost immediately against the dark sky. He chuckled and shook his head. I wish I could’ve returned your feelings, Ruby, he mused as he headed back to the boys’ dorm. The image of the young woman’s bare sex lingered in his mind’s eye.
From her position hidden among the bushes near the fountain, Mizore rolled her lollipop around in her mouth. She couldn’t hear the conversation between Ruby and Tsukune, but she’d seen the witch expose herself to the young man. It’s a good thing it’s not my week to be Tsukune’s girlfriend, or I might’ve gotten jealous, the ice-demon thought to herself. It looked like Ruby won’t be joining the harem now; Tsukune didn’t have that look in his eyes like when he looks at me…
Giggling to herself at that thought, Mizore padded back to the girls’ dorm. Still, that was much more interesting than a typical night of watching Tsukune sleep.

~~~~~

As soon as she returned to her room in the women’s faculty dorm, Ruby shed every stitch of clothing and threw herself onto her bed. Her imagination ran wild with scenarios of Tsukune returning her feelings and throwing her onto this mat and having his way with her. The thrill of exposing herself to him also stoked the witch’s arousal, to the point that two fingers readily slid inside her.
Ruby stifled a moan with her other hand, not wanting to wake any of the other faculty members. Her fingers plumbed the depths of her sex again and again, triggering intense shocks of pleasure all through the young woman’s body. Every square centimeter of skin flushed pink.
Ruby fantasized about how wonderful it would’ve felt to have the young man she loved inside her, even though that scenario had passed far beyond reach. Rather than her own fingers, the imaginary Tsukune worked the length of his rigid member in and out of her at an almost frantic pace. Deciding not to dwell on that, the young woman instead focused on the waves of pleasure pulsing from her groin. The blush on her cheeks deepened to magenta.
Climax soon crashed over Ruby’s consciousness, consuming any disappointment she felt in its cleansing current. Moans of delight tried to escape her lips only to end up muffled by her hand over her mouth. Her hips bucked, and her blush spread down her neck to her collarbones.
Ruby’s orgasm persisted for what felt like thirty minutes but in reality was only thirty seconds. Once it passed, the spent young woman merely lay on her bed panting. A half-sated smile graced her lips as she realized she’d need more than just one orgasm – even if it was a particularly strong one like that – before she could fall asleep.
When she could move again, the young woman rummaged inside her nightstand until her hand wrapped around a large plastic cylinder. An excited grin on her face, Ruby withdrew the object and plugged its power cord into the wall, at which point it immediately buzzed to life. Rubbing the vibrator’s narrow tip along her most sensitive spot sparked powerful shocks of ecstasy throughout her body.
Ruby fell back onto her bed and spread her legs wide. Covering her mouth with her hand once more to suppress any wayward sounds, the young woman traced her “magic wand” along her sensitive nether regions. Her skin, which had faded back to its usual porcelain hue, now returned to its aroused pink.
Her last coherent thought for the next half-hour would be, Oh Tsukune, how I wish things had turned out differently between us…

~~~~~

The Newspaper Club meeting the next afternoon proved only a little awkward for Ruby as the assistant faculty advisor – she caught Tsukune looking a few times. Whenever caught, the young men flushed, indicating that he was remembering their encounter. Ruby herself blushed as well, the memories of flashing him turning her on. She kept her distance, though, to show her acceptance of the situation; Tsukune had rejected her, and the young woman valued his friendship enough not to keep pushing lest she push the human boy away entirely.
Once the club meeting had ended, Ruby asked Yukari and Kurumu to stay behind for a few minutes, which they did with confused expressions. Ruby favored the girls with a warm smile.
“What’s up, Ruby? What do you need to talk to us about?” asked Kurumu.
“A lot’s been going on lately,” answered Ruby, “but one of the main things is that Lilith’s Mirror dispelled the ritual Yukari and I used to transform her into an adult.”
“Huh… I’d wondered why she’d gone back to her tiny, flat-chested ways,” teased the buxom succubus, earning her a glare from the diminutive witch.
“Unfortunately,” Ruby continued to preserve the peace, “the materials we used before are no longer available. So I’ve been researching other options. I think I’ve found something promising.”
Yukari turned to the older witch, who now held her full attention. “A new way to obtain my adult state? What is it? Tell me!” she pleaded in her excitement.
“I’ll need to gather some materials first,” the older witch cautioned, “but I think I can transfer monster energy into your body to accelerate its natural growth process.”
“What’s this got to do with me?” wondered Kurumu aloud, somewhat impatiently.
Ruby sighed. “I was getting to that – the best candidate to donate monster energy for this purpose is, naturally, a succubus.”
The young witch and the succubus, normally rivals, looked hard at the other as the implications of that statement settled in. “Lemme get this straight,” Kurumu began. “I donate my succubus power to Shrimpy McTiny-tits here, and she turns early bloomer like I did.” When Ruby nodded, she asked, “I won’t go flat or anything, will I?”
“Maybe you’ll shrink down from ‘porn-star’ to ‘normal woman’ in size,” jibed Yukari, who demonstrated maturity beneath her years by sticking her tongue out at her frenemy.
“Nothing like that,” Ruby assured Kurumu to defuse the rising tensions between the girls. “The ritual itself will knock us all out of commission for a few days, due the massive amounts of energy involved; so I’d like to try casting on a Friday, to give us the weekend to recover. Beyond that, Kurumu, you might experience a temporary decrease in libido for a few days, but there’s no way to be sure until afterward.”
“Next week is my week as Tsukune’s girlfriend!” the succubus protested. “I don’t want to decrease my libido just before that!”
Yukari glowered. “Oh yeah? I don’t wanna wait three years to be Tsukune’s girlfriend again!” she shot back.
Kurumu opened her mouth to argue, but no sound emerged. For a long moment, Yukari could practically see the gears in the sweet-but-dim girl’s head turning as she processed the witch’s words. “Yukari… I hadn’t thought about that, about how you must feel to face a long wait to have again what you already enjoyed.” She bowed. “I’m sorry.”
The young witch didn’t respond at first, preferring to let the other girl squirm for a bit longer. Finally, she replied with a simple “Apology accepted.”
Relieved that the tension between the other two had faded, Ruby asked, “Friday afternoon, then, after Newspaper Club?”
Both girls nodded their assent.
As the trio departed the club room, Yukari posed an observation that had lingered at the back of her mind for several minutes: “Given the way magic and rituals work, I’m surprised the one you found isn’t more perverted somehow. Y’know, requiring me to suck on the milk-cow’s udders or something.”
“Udders?” cried Kurumu. “Please. You’re just jealous that mine are still bigger, even after you’re all grown up.”
“Actually, I did find another ritual,” Ruby admitted, her cheeks starting to redden. “It involved consuming bodily fluids.”
“Gross!” cried Yukari. “No way!”
Kurumu wrinkled her nose. “I don’t think I even want to know.”
Ruby cleared her throat. “You probably knew this already, but almost all the rituals invoking succubus magic involve sex and sexual fluids,” she told them.
Kurumu blanched. “I told you I didn’t wanna know!”
Yukari gagged. “Double-gross! Like I’d want to… do this and that… with Miss Tub O’Lard!” Ruby knew better – after the first aging ritual, Yukari had admitted she found the succubus attractive. The older witch wasn’t about to betray her counterpart, however.
The succubus snorted. “I wouldn’t want to do that kind of stuff with you, even if you were back in your adult body!” she shot back. Her diary held evidence to the contrary, but fortunately Mizore wasn’t around to share that.
“That’s why I didn’t recommend using it,” Ruby stated plainly. “Anyway, since it’ll knock us all out cold for a day or two, we should ask someone to keep an eye on us.”
Kurumu giggled. “Since you said ‘out cold,’ I’ll ask Frosty the Snow-skank.”
Yukari shot the other girl an alarmed look. “You trust her not to do something weird to us?”
The succubus nodded. “She and I… we’ve come to an understanding, you might say,” she answered cryptically.
Ruby smiled, pleased that Kurumu and Mizore had improved their relationship lately. “Sounds like a long story,” she joked.
Kurumu winked. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
The trio girls all laughed as they exited the campus’s main building and parted ways for the night. Ruby paused and turned in the direction of the boys’ dormitory and sighed. I just wish that our story could’ve gone in a different direction, Tsukune. The witch shook her head and trudged back to the women’s dorm.
What a story we could’ve made…

~~~~~

The week evaporated for the students of Yokai Academy, and Friday soon arrived to herald the weekend. Ruby requisitioned part of the infirmary, a pair of beds, some chairs, and a small table through Sunday. From a large satchel at her side, she set out her materials.
Delicately, the witch placed a large ovoid of blue aquamarine, polished to translucence, on the small table between the two beds; a burnished copper fitting stood the crystal upright. Careful fiddling over the course of several minutes ensured that the focus aligned properly with the heads of both beds. On one pillow, Ruby set a multi-faceted pear-shaped pink tourmaline; on the other, a smooth round opal. She leaned her staff, a length of gnarled ash with a sickle-shaped curve at one end and a partially-cut amethyst inside the curve, against the nearest wall and sat on one bed, tome in her lap for review of the spell she would soon cast.
Kurumu, Mizore, and Yukari entered carrying bags of snacks and chatting about the day’s events, including Moka’s first article idea for the Yokai Gazette, a piece on the basics of unarmed self-defense while in human form. They set their supplies in one of the chairs and greeted Ruby. The older witch smiled warmly at her friends.
“Good afternoon, everyone. As you can see, I’m all set,” she explained, gesturing towards the magical paraphernalia. “Mizore, thanks for keeping an eye on us after we’re unconscious.”
The ice-woman smirked around her lollipop and shot a glance at Kurumu, who looked anywhere else and blushed. “No problem,” Mizore answered, with a playful lilt in her voice that Ruby couldn’t quite place. “That’s what friends are for.”
“Wonderful! Kurumu, you’ll lie on the bed with the pink tourmaline; Yukari, you’ll have the opal,” Ruby instructed. The girls walked to their respective beds and picked up the stones, both of them large enough to span half a palm. “The spell needs direct skin contact with the stones to channel the energy properly,” the older witch continued. “Yukari, you’ll rest the opal on your stomach. Kurumu, um, your stone should rest in your, um, cleavage.”
The succubus looked up sharply at Ruby for a moment before laughing. “You’re pulling my leg, aren’t you?”
Ruby frowned and shook her head. “Not at all!” she protested. “It’s right here on page 697.” She held up the tome so that Kurumu could see the illustration of a succubus slipping the gem between her bare breasts, though luxurious long hair obscured the nipples.
Cheeks reddening, Kurumu wrinkled her nose. “Figures,” she snorted. “If I’d known I’d have to take my shirt off in front of everyone, I’d have worn a cuter bra,” she lamented as she peeled off her sweater.
Meanwhile, Yukari had untucked her shirt and lain back. With a careful tug, she bared her stomach and rested glittering gem atop her navel. The young witch found herself transfixed by the way the light played off the opal’s surface and brought out its multitude of colors. “At least you need a bra right now,” she grumbled to Kurumu, still staring at the stone.
Kurumu giggled. “You’ll get your boobs back soon enough,” the succubus replied, her tone straddling a line between teasing and comforting. “Even once you do, yours still fit into cute bras.” She sighed melodramatically as she slid her shirt off. “That’s one of the few downsides of these babies.”
“Cry us a river, Boob-zilla,” snarked Mizore, who leaned nonchalantly against a nearby wall. Her icy blue eyes glittered with playful mischief.
Kurumu merely stuck her tongue out in response as she stretched out on her bed. The succubus held her gem up to admire its intense magenta in the room’s harsh light. The longer she looked, the more she thought that the tourmaline matched Ruby’s eyes.
“Do you need help fitting that in your cleavage or something?” teased Mizore. “I’ll help, but my hands are like ice,” she warned with a playful-threatening step forward.
Kurumu’s hands moved faster than they’d ever seen to wedge the magenta gem into her cleavage. “Not today, Frosty!” she crowed.
Ruby cleared her throat. “Enough fooling around,” she chided. “The sooner we start this, the sooner we’re done.” Holding the heavy spellbook in one hand and her staff in the other, the older witch smiled at her friends. “Now, try to relax – deep breaths, let your minds wander…”
Yukari and Kurumu followed Ruby’s instructions, letting themselves drift. Both girls shut their eyes while their respective gems began to glow, brightening and dimming just noticeably in time with their breaths. Pulses of light began to leap from Kurumu’s crystal to the central aquamarine, which directed them to the opal on Yukari’s stomach, where the light fractured into a riot of greens and blues.
Meanwhile, Ruby extended her arm, positioning the head of her staff with its glowing fuchsia gem over the aquamarine. Focusing her will on the upright crystal, she began chanting. Sounds and syllables almost unnatural to the human ear filled the room, and the flickering from Kurumu to crystal to Yukari shifted to a low, steady thrum.
The witch immediately felt the weight of monster energy flowing through the three-crystal link. Kurumu is a powerful succubus, she recalled, so it only makes sense she’d have such huge… energy. Ruby set her jaw and focused on the task at hand, but directing the flow tested her resolve. Kurumu’s energy felt rather… sensual… as if it beckoned Ruby to stop casting and perhaps see how good her staff might feel sliding into her most private area…
Ruby’s cheeks reddened, and her voice wavered almost imperceptibly in her chanting. The energy transfer flickered for a moment until the witch steadied herself. She gritted her teeth between repetitions of the incantation, steeling herself against the distracting thoughts propagated by succubus sensibilities. Even thoughts of Kurumu burying her face into my groin and laving all the most sensitive spots with her tongue won’t derail me, she resolved.
With great effort, Ruby guided the succubus energy through the aquamarine and into Yukari’s opal. The diminutive witch’s gem glowed with refracted light, bathing the whole room in an eerie blue-green glow until the light shaped itself into a diffuse field around Yukari’s body. A soft whimper snuck between her lips as she lay motionless on the bed. Sweat poured from both witches’ brows.
From her spot off to the side, Mizore could only watch in wonder as Ruby worked her magic. This spell’s putting on a real fucking light show, she marveled to herself as she felt the raw power on display make her teeth throb. I just hope all three of them can handle it.
Meanwhile, Ruby felt her reserves depleting at a precipitous rate. She staggered, panting for air in between words of power. Her vision darkened at the edges. Almost there, she willed herself to continue. Just a little more…
Blackness took her just as she uttered the final phrase to complete the incantation. Ruby collapsed to the floor in a heap. Auras of coruscating light enveloped Kurumu and Yukari for a few brief moments before fading. Mizore scrambled to find a pillow for the exhausted witch, but she had to settle for rolling up Kurumu’s shirt and sweater vest. Checking Kurumu and Yukari’s pulses and breathing revealed them to have fallen into a deep sleep.
Satisfied that her friends had at least survived the procedure, Mizore pulled up a chair so she could sit while watching over them. Prank ideas by the dozen – posing them indecently, inviting Gin to take upskirt photos, not doing that but telling them she had when they woke up, smearing ketchup all over their panties to make them think they’d started their periods, and more – flitted through the ice-demon’s imagination. Before she could decide, though, a knock came at the door.
Mizore opened the door to find Tsukune and Moka. The vampire’s crimson eyes narrowed as she surveyed the inside of the infirmary. The snow-woman smiled at both of them. “Don’t mind them – we just finished a wild lesbian orgy,” she explained breezily.
Moka’s eyes widened.   Tsukune’s face reddened; his gaze gravitated towards the bra-clad succubus. Mizore winked at them, barely keeping herself from laughing. “Not really,” she amended. “Ruby just finished casting a spell to make Yukari hot again. She said they’ll be out a couple days, and I’m here to make sure they get plenty of water and sunlight.”
Moka nodded gravely, ignoring the snow-woman’s continued jokes. “Looks like it’ll be just the two of us this weekend. I know you hoped we could bring everyone.”
Tsukune slumped. “I was really looking forward to spending a little time together as a group…”
“If you planned an orgy, I’m still interested – surprised, but interested,” Mizore joked.
“Nothing that debased,” snorted the ever-proud vampire. “We’re going to visit my father this weekend. We thought the nature of our relationship might appear less obvious if the whole Newspaper Club came along.”
Mizore rolled her lollipop with her tongue. “Overprotective dad?” she guessed, which Moka answered with a curt nod. “Damn,” the snow-woman muttered, “I hate the idea of letting you two face Moka’s dad alone. Promise me you’ll be careful, Tsukune?” She batted her eyes at him. “Remember, you have to make babies with me after we graduate.”
Tsukune fidgeted as he always did whenever Mizore mentioned “making babies” with her. “We’ll, uh, figure something out,” he quasi-promised her. “I just wish Ruby had warned me about this when she talked to me that night.”
Moka rounded on him, glaring daggers. “Ruby visited you in the middle of the night? Why?”
Tsukune laughed the laugh of a man staring down impending death. He scratched the back of his head, while his eyes moved to the shape of the prone witch on the infirmary floor. He answered Moka with the first thing that popped into his mind: “… It’s a long story?”
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