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Celestial Sunlight didn’t consider herself a jealous person, but when every other girl made the college volleyball team, even she felt envy take hold in her heart. During the tryouts Sunlight had performed well. Not the best, but there were other girls with worse coordination, serves, and spikes. And yet, the head coach, who’d watched the proceedings with a sense of distance, had accepted everybody except Sunlight. For three days Sunlight stewed in bitterness. She’d confided in her friends and fellow magical girls, Celestial Moonlight and Celestial Starlight. Moonlight was sympathetic, but aloof in the way she often was when it came to sports. Starlight, who’d gotten Sunlight into volleyball after a recent beach day, was more upset and animated about the news. “Oh my gosh, that’s so unfair!” Starlight had said, “Jess, you should march into the coach’s office and demand an explanation!”
After a few days of thought, Sunlight decided to do just that. She barged into the college gymnasium. The volleyball team was already practicing, having split into two teams. Sunlight found their uniforms odd; they wore beach volleyball sportswear, consisting of a sports bra and bottom, both colored a mix of pink, gray and white. Judging from the squeaking of their sneakers on the hardwood floor, they were obviously not on the beach, making the outfits appear out-of-place. Odder still was the coach’s absence. Sunlight expected him to be coordinating drills, but he was nowhere to be seen. After pulling a girl away and questioning her, Sunlight was directed to “Coach Vitor’s” office, located adjoined to the side of the court. “Thanks,” Sunlight said suspiciously, noting that from the way the girl’s nipples pressed into the fabric of her top, she almost certainly wasn’t wearing anything underneath. With deep concerns about how the coach was running the team, Sunlight barged into his office. “Hey, coach, I want to-what the fuck?”
Coach Victor reclined in his swivel chair, his shaved and balding head beaded with sweat. His legs were spread, and between them was a volleyball team member, clad in the tiny uniform and with her chestnut hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her mouth was wrapped around Coach Victor’s cock, and she gagged as she sucked and took his member deep in her throat. Occasionally, a breathy moan would escape the girl’s lips, complimenting the way she stared adoringly at the man as she blew him. Sunlight balked at the scene. Seeing a college girl sexually servicing her coach, who was likely twice her age, put several new theories into Sunlight’s head about why so many girls had made the team.
Victor certainly noticed Sunlight’s entrance, but didn’t acknowledge her for several moments. When he did, he turned and regarded her with bored eyes. “Oh...Jess Sonnberg, right?”
“Um...yeah...” Taken off guard, it took Sunlight a moment to fully process the scene. “What is this?” she finally asked, her voice indignant.
“Volleyball team training,” Victor said. He reached down and started guiding the girl’s head. She followed Victor’s orders, sucking vigorously as her head moved rapidly up and down his shaft. Sunlight was about to speak, but Victor put up his hand. He leaned forward and grabbed the girl’s head, digging his fingers into her scalp and forcing her to deep throat his cock. He came with a loud grunt. The girl’s eyes went wide and she gagged as she took Victor’s full load. Sunlight gaped and nearly vomited. She felt a confused horror at the scene. She wanted to turn and dart out, but something about the scene kept her entranced.
Victor patted the girl on the cheek and let her draw back. He wiped the fluids from his cock with a tissue. “See? It’s important to make your coach happy off the court,” Victor said, “Ain’t that right, Lina?”
“Yes, Volleyking,” the girl said, her voice husky with pleasure.
“Volleyking?” Sunlight focused and sensed the celestial energy around her. She turned in shock, sensing the volleyball court was bursting with magic. She turned back to see Victor standing proud, a sly sneer on his lips. “You’re a villain?”
“Sure am. Name’s Volleyking. Any volleyball court is my domain,” Volleyking said as Lina stood behind him. Sunlight understood now that the poor girl was being affected by this villain’s magic. “And you, Sonneberg, are a magical girl,” Volleyking said.
Sunlight reveled in the blinding light as she transformed. Her jeans and t-shirt vanished, replaced by her white magical girl leotard with orange highlights and skits. Her staff appeared in her hands, the glass sun at the tip ready to unleash waves of fiery energy. “How did you know?” Sunlight asked.
“You tried out in my court. I’ve got full knowledge of everybody who steps inside,” Volleyking said.
“But you didn’t try and attack me then?” Sunlight asked.
“Got no interest in messing with magical girls. I’ve got a good thing going here.” Volleyking reached over and pinched Lina’s ass, causing the girl to playfully yelp then giggle. “Sure, you’ve got a pretty face and nice tits and a fit body. But my girls need to be submissive. No place on the team for a strongheaded magical girl. At least not until I break you down a bit.”
Sunlight took a step back and aimed her staff at Volleyking. Her satisfaction at seeing she’d been deliberately cut from the team was overshadowed by the excitement of an upcoming duel. Fire pumped through Sunlight’s blood. She pulsed celestial energy into her staff, preparing to strike and-
Two pairs of arms grabbed Sunlight by the sides. She yelped as, taken by surprise, two volleyball girls hauled Sunlight into the gym. She used her energy to amplify her strength, kicking off the ground and landing on the wooden floor. Sunlight readjusted as Volleyking stepped out of his office, hands in the pockets of his baggy sweatpants. Sunlight summoned three beams of fire and hurled them at Volleyking. The flames burst well before reaching their target. They snapped into flowers of fire on some invisible source, a noncorporeal magic wall aligned with the boundary of the volleyball court.
“Attack the coach? Foul!” Volleyking lifted a whistle to his lips.
The sound the whistle made fell over Sunlight like a crashing wave. She threw her forearms up as a shield as Volleyking’s energy spilled over her. Sunlight hadn’t expected the villain to have this degree of celestial energy output. Still, as far as Sunlight could tell, it wasn’t doing any damage. She focused her celestial energy into her body, reinforcing her flesh against the actual attack she was near certain was coming. When the high-pitched cry of the whistle and its energy wave ended, Sunlight didn’t notice any change, save for a gentle chill on her midriff.
Sunlight’s eyes went wide when she looked down and saw her magical girl uniform had been replaced with a skimpy, orange and white beach volleyball uniform. Her staff was gone, too, and her boots replaced with flat sneakers. The top struggled to hold Sunlight’s breasts, and the sudden chill and lack of underwear allowed an imprint of her erect nipple in the fabric. Sunlight’s urge to shriek was replaced by an urge to glare bitterly at the perverted villain while covering herself up with her arms. Volleyking held his whistle and grinned as the rest of the girls gathered around him. “What is this?” Sunlight asked, “You think this is going to stop me from delivering justice?”
Sunlight charged, augmenting her speed and springing off the ground. She was repulsed by the edge of the court. Sunlight took in air as she fell on her rear, the invisible boundary preventing her from striking the sneering villain.
“Sorry, Sonneberg, you’re in my court now,” Volleyking said, “And you’re not getting out until the set is finished.”
Sunlight’s lips soured. He was referring to a volleyball set, but Sunlight knew that couldn’t be the extent of things. The court was swollen with celestial energy. She’d been sloppy, falling for a trap so easily. But there had to be more. Some way to defeat her, otherwise Sunlight could just win, leave the court, and obliterate Volleyking. Knowing villains had a bad habit of enthusiastically explaining their plans, Sunlight silently got to her feet, crossed her arms, and glowered at Volleyking.
“Nice tits,” Volleyking said. Though she realized that crossing her arms had accentuated her breasts, sunlight refused to give Volleyking any satisfaction. She instead deepened her scowl. Volleyking laughed. “Good. Keep ‘em like that,” he said, “It’s going to make watching and refereeing this set great.”
“You just want me to play a set?” Sunlight asked, “Why? Just save us both time and accept imprisonment.”
“It’s not just any set. I make the rules. If you win, the barrier around the court will dispel. We can have our duel then. But if you lost, I’m going to make you part of my volleyball team.” Volleyking curled his arms around the waists of two girls. He dug his fingers into their nearly bare asses. They inhaled with lusty need. “I’m sure you’ll love it,” he said, “That’s the reason you showed up today, right? You were jealous of these other babes making the team while you got cut?”
“As if!” Sunlight did her best to sound confident, but internally she was cursing herself for allowing momentary envy to lead her into this trap. “Didn’t you just say you had no interest in magical girls?”
“I don’t. You strike me as a girl who’s going to cause a lot of trouble. But now that you’ve discovered my operation, I don’t have much of a choice,” Volleyking’s eyes narrowed as he took in Sunlight’s scantily clad body. “Besides, you’ve got a good body, Sonneberg. I wouldn’t mind testing it out. On and off the court.”
Sunlight made a retching sound. She grinned when she saw Volleyking’s face flicker in anger at the reaction. “Fine,” she said, ignoring his previous comment, “I’ll play your stupid game. So how are we splitting the teams?”
“Teams?” Volleyking asked, “You’re playing solo.”
“What? How is that fair?”
“Cause you’re a magical girl with the ability to amplify your strength and speed.”
Sunlight hated when villains made good points. Indeed, with her reserve of celestial energy, Sunlight knew she possessed a distinct advantage over these girls. Strength, speed, stamina; a magical girl excelled in all three. The one area the girls had Sunlight beat was in coordination. A full team against a single person allowed them to moved the ball around more easily. “Wait,” Sunlight said, “This is unwinnable unless I’m allowed to hit the ball consecutively.”
“Sure, sure,” Volleyking waved a dismissive hand, “To compensate, you’ll be able to hit the ball twice without breaking the rules. But not after a serve.”
It was a brutal handicap, but Sunlight knew the match-up was still about even. “Fine,” she said.
“Oh, and a warning; don’t break the rules. Otherwise you’ll get a penalty punishment,” Volleyking said, “But you know your stuff. Don’t suspect that’ll be a problem, Sonneberg.”
“It won’t. And my name is Celestial Sunlight. Remember it as the name of the magical girl who will bring you to justice!”
With that, Sunlight took position at the serving line. She’d not expected to be given first serve, and was unsurprised when Volleyking passed his team the ball. Sunlight readied herself, adjusting the tight bottom over her ass as the other girls took position. They served, knocking the ball over the net. Sunlight burst forward, hitting the ball into the air then spiking it down. One of the girls bunted it back up while another knocked it over the net again. Sunlight zipped back and forth, volleying the ball with the opposing team. By the time she managed to spike the ball for a point, sunlight was wreathed in sweat. The realization that this would be more difficult than she first thought hung over Sunlight like a pall.
The match quickly descended into a grind, with both sides being run ragged in pursuit of victory. Despite her best efforts, Sunlight couldn’t stop the other team from scoring points. Each smack of the ball on hardwood floor and screech of Volleyking’s whistle announcing the point made Sunlight cringe. By the time Sunlight had reached ten points, Volleyking’s girls were on her tail with eight points. Realizing she was running the risk of exhaustion and, more importantly, draining her celestial energy reserves, Sunlight formulated a new plan. While her magic had earned her Volleyking’s ire, he’d been fine with her continued use of celestial energy. And a volleyball aimed at one or several girls and propelled by a celestial energy augmented punch could potentially knock somebody out, making Sunlight’s struggle easier.
When given the opportunity, Sunlight hit the ball up. Seeing the girls split into groups to cover ground, Sunlight picked her target, jumped, and spiked the ball with a palm boosted by celestial energy. The girls cred out in shock as the ball hit hard enough to send them hurdling off the court. Sunlight found herself smiling. She didn’t love the idea of harming civilians whose only crime was getting corrupted by a villain. But feeling the exhaustion from the first half of the match, Sunlight felt satisfied.
At least until Volleyking yelled, “Foul!” and blew his whistle. The soundwave fell over Sunlight as she touched the ground. Again, she didn’t notice anything at first. It was like Volleyking’s powers were incapable of actually doing damage.
However, when the sound ended, Sunlight’s eyes bulged at the intense sensation on her boobs. She gasped and found two vibrators had been fastened to her breasts beneath her skimpy sports bra. Wires ran from them, encricling her torso and being tied in place. The vibrators ran on a rhythm, gradually going from a gentle hum to an almost violent shaking. The vibrations ricocheted through Sunlight’s body, causing her knees and thighs to threaten to give out. “W-what?” Sunlight grasped at her breasts in an attempt to pull the sex toys loose, “Get these stupid things-”
“Violation! No interfering with a punishment,” Volleyking said, blowing the whistle again. Sunlight was wracked by the sound for a third time. Her body nearly collapsed when a foreign feeling of coldness radiated from Sunlight’s crotch. A tight band had appeared around Sunlight’s right thigh, holding in place a battery attached to a wire that disappeared into her sportswear. Her clit took the brunt of vibrations from the sex toy pressed against it. Sunlight moved to grasp at her crotch, but the toys erupted in motion. Sunlight fell forwards, catching herself on her hands and knees. She gave an aroused moan as the pleasure paralyzed her. Sunlight had used toys before, but she’d always been in control of the intensity.
“What...” Sunlight’s thighs converged as she glared at Volleyking. His smug look evoked hatred Sunlight seldom thought herself capable of possessing. “You creep!”
“My court, my rules. You get a foul, you get a punishment,” Volleyking said, “Now get back up, unless you’re forfeiting.”
With gritted teeth, Sunlight pushed herself up. Her privates and breasts felt sensitive as the relentless assault of vibrations rolled against them. But Sunlight knew she couldn’t stop now. A forfeit would leave her at the mercy of this perverted villain. Additionally, her plan to thin the opponents ranks had failed. Now, Sunlight was left to play a legitimate game, outnumbered, and with vibrators buzzing against her nipples and clit. Sunlight steeled herself, shimmying her hips to ride out a wave of vibrations, then prepared for the next serve.
The match was the most intense sunlight had ever experienced. She pushed herself to the limit, diving and darting around the court to launch the ball over the net. And yet, despite Sunlight’s best efforts, she was barely keeping the score tied. Whenever Sunlight would go to serve or spike the ball, the vibrators would surge in intensity, causing spasms that would send her play off target. It left Sunlight frustrated, and with a heated need rising in her abdomen. Things were worsened by accumulating tiredness. Volleyking called for a “Rehydration Break.” Sunlight wasn’t surprised when she got no water. The others didn’t, either. Some swapped spit with Volleyking as part of a lengthy make out session, while three others sucked Volleyking off for a different type of fluid. When Sunlight express frustration at not being given water, Volleyking smiled, patted his pelvis, and said, “You’re more than welcome to get some of my special energy drink.”
Sunlight spat, then sat on the floor and hung her head. The exhaustion and recurrent pleasure did little to drown out her unease about the final points of the set.
As she’d expected, the final parts of the set were the most intense. Channeling her dwindling reserves of celestial energy, Sunlight threw herself into every action. There was nary a moment when she wasn’t moving. But Volleyking was increasing the strength of the vibrators. The feeling of tension in Sunlight’s pussy grew as the rhythms pushed her closer to climax. “Fight it,” Sunlight thought as she spiked the ball, scoring another point and bringing the score to an even 24 to 24. The next point would win. The other team served. Sunlight closed in, hitting the ball up, then spiking it into the corner. A girl saved it, but made a mistake. Instead of opening it to a teammate, she volleyed the ball over the net, allowing Sunlight the opportunity to spike it. She fought through the stimuli and propelled herself up with a celestial energy-fueled jump. Taking the other team by surprise, the world seemed to slow as Sunlight was given free range to spike the ball.
Then it happened. The vibrators buzzed beyond what Sunlight had thought was possible. Her body lost control in midair, convulsing as she orgasmed. Sunlight’s arm, yearning to reach for her crotch, managed only to hit the ball with the bottom part of her palm. Sunlight’s vision sparked in pleasure as she fell. The sound of a fist hitting the ball echoed through the gym. Then another hit. Then the balled barreled towards Sunlight, hitting her square on the forehead before landing on the ground for the point.
Sunlight’s world was numb as she rode out her forced climax, her hips twitching and her vision a tapestry of stars. By the time she’d recover, Volleyking was looming over her. “Final score, 25 to 24. Home team victory.” Volleyking raised his whistle to his lips. “Time for you to join the team.”
“N-no, wait! Don’t-”
The sound of the whistle was ear-grating. Earthshattering. Mind-splitting. Sunlight tried to strike Volleyking with a fire beam, but her mind felt like it was being put through a shredder. Thinking became painful. Sunlight’s mind was taken apart bit by bit, reduced to a swirling maelstrom of chaos. She felt her identity being deconstructed, morphed, then slowly reassembled as something new. Something lewd. And something entirely obedient to her head coach Volleyking.
The whistle calmed. Sunlight’s eyes readjusted to the fluorescent gym lights and settled on Volleyking. He was far more impressive than before. His form was burly, fit, and virile. Sunlight found herself in a pattern of looking up and down Volleyking’s body, focusing on the bulge in the crotch of his sweatpants, his broad-shouldered torso, and the openly lustful look on his face. The wetness in Sunlight’s crotch grew all the more noticeable as she gawked at the ideal man. Her ideal man.
“Sonneberg, you did lose, but I respect the hustle. Very impressive. Maybe I was wrong to cut you from the team.” Elation bloomed in Sunlight’s chest. She’d wanted this all along. Even though she’d lost, Sunlight was giddy at being rewarded with a place on the team. “What do you say? Still interested in playing volleyball for me?”
“Yes!” Sunlight cried, no longer caring if she sounded desperate, or if this man was a villain. She leaned forward, nearly pawing at Volleyking’s legs. “Yes, please, yes! It’s all I want, coach.”
“Ha. Good to heat. Welcome to the team, Sonneberg.” The other girls, upon hearing Volleyking’s words, clapped and cheered. The rush of emotions made Sunlight blush. Being praised gave her a sense of belonging. She sheepishly got to her feet as the girls hugged and patted her approvingly. As they settled, Volleyking stepped forward and planted a hand on Sunlight’s hip. “Girls, get back to practicing. I’m going to hit the showers with the new girl. Get her cleaned up and initiated, you know.”
There was a chorus of “Yes, coach,” and the girls moved to take their positions. Sunlight didn’t move. She shifted her weight about flirtatiously, waiting for Volleyking to take charge. He eventually did, pulling Sunlight to his side and leading her towards the showers. The walk felt like an eternity. Each step brought new stimuli and anticipations: sweat traveling down Sunlight’s back in cool streaks, the roughness of Volleyking’s callous palm on her rear, the knot bobbing in the base of her throat. When they reached the locker room, the musky, humid smell was almost a relief, as it served as something to distract Sunlight from her nervousness of what was about to happen. Volleyking ushered her into a shower stall. Sunlight separated and turned. Volleyking slipped out of his shoes and silently undressed, all while watching Sunlight.
The process of stripping was far easier for Sunlight. She took off her socks and shoes, then pulled off her skimpy sportswear. The vibrators continued to buzz on Sunlight’s nipples, but she barely noticed. The artificial arousal was nothing compared to the genuine heat Volleyking had put her in. As Sunlight took off her bottom, Volleyking stood, stark naked and with his hips thrust out, giving Sunlight a full view of his erect cock. The throbbing appendaged hypnotized Sunlight, keeping her attention as she stripped out of her sportswear, taking the vibrator with her soaked shorts. Volleyking extended a hand. Sunlight gave him her orange and white bottom and sports bra. “We’ll get you a new uniform in team colors,” Volleyking said as the uniform dissolved and a bottle of soap took its place, “First, I’m going to put you through the team initiation ritual.”
“Y-yes, coach.”
Sunlight swallowed as Volleyking approached, standing so close their bodies were practically touching. He leaned in, allowing his cock to slide along Sunlight’s vulva. She inhaled at the twin sensations of a cock rubbing against her lips and hot water cascading over her head and body from the shower. Sunlight shivered and moved closer to Volleyking, the heat of his body cutting through the heat from the water.
Volleyking squirted soap onto his hands and rubbed them together until there was a bubbly foam between them. His hands were a sudsy electricity on Sunlight’s body. She whimpered needily as Volleyking lathered her body in soap. Sunlight knew it was more than just a cleaning. Volleyking was appraising a new acquisition, taking in every curve and feature. Sunlight moaned as Volleyking rubber her breasts, still sensitive from the assault of the vibrators. Sunlight’s thighs collapsed around Volleyking’s dick as his thumbs traced circles around her nipples. “Fuck, you’ve got a sexy body, Sonneberg.”
“Thank you, coach!”
Volleyking’s hands moved to Sunlight’s hips. She yelped as he spun her around and pushed her forward. She planted her hands against the tiled wall for support. With water drizzling down her, Sunlight turned her head back. Volleyking lifted one of Sunlight’s legs, shifting her body and giving him easy access to her pussy. Sunlight’s eyes widened as Volleyking pressed his cock into her pussy. She moaned and quivered as Volleyking hilted his dick in her waiting snatch. There was a paused as Volleyking leaned towards her and whispered above the din of the shower, “Welcome to the team.”
Sunlight didn’t get a chance to speak. With the unnatural vigor she’d come to expect of her virile coach, Volleyking started roughly fucking her. His body slammed down like a hammer onto an anvil. Sunlight’s mind descended into a pleasured haze. Despite the heat and exhaustion from the match, Sunlight felt perfect. Ideal, even. She’d achieved her goal and made the team, even if she’d been a bit of a brat towards Volleyking in the process. But Volleyking had set everything right now. Sunlight was a part of his team, as symbolized by how his member penetrated her deeply, the tip mercilessly prodding her womb. She resolved to do her best as her folds clenched around Volleyking’s dick, intent on making things as amazing for him as possible.
Soon the sound of their bodies slapping together overwhelmed the sound of the running shower. Her breasts bouncing and her pussy spasming, Sunlight lost herself in a near constant chain of orgasms. Her body felt divine, like it was always meant to serve as Volleyking’s team player and cocksleeve. The throbbing of the villain’s dick, gradually increasing in its intensity, pushed Sunlight closer to the edge. Volleyking slapped Sunlight’s ass, the vibrations sending ripples of pleasure through her. Seeing Volleyking’s triumphan smirk morph into one of focus led Sunlight to understand he was close. When he came, Volleyking’s blazing sperm pushed Sunlight to her final climax. She turned her head back and screamed in euphoria as Volleyking emptied his balls inside her.
Things settled, leaving Sunlight to breathe heavily amidst the shower. Volleyking pulled out, allowing his fluids to run from Sunlight’s stuff vagina and wash down her thighs. Sunlight looked at Volleyking, tired but still hungry. Still erect. “You took that like a champ,” he said, “You got the makings of a top player after all.”
Sunlight smiled deliriously. “Thanks, coach...”
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It was a rough practice, and Sunlight was aching and thirsty. Coach Volleyking had pushed them relentlessly this past week, but Sunlight knew it was working. Not only were they ready to play in regionals, but their fit bodies jumping and bouncing on the court had pleased Volleyking. He’d watched them with a grin so wide it threatened to fall off the side of his face. Sunlight was proud to wear her skimpy pink and gray uniform. Especially if it made coach happy and horny.
“Good match, girls,” Volleyking said from his chair, “Sonneberg, good hustle.”
“Thank you, coach,” Sunlight said as her cheeks blushed deep red.
“Alright, babes, time for a rehydration break.”
Sunlight darted to Volleyking. She was usually first, thanks due to her celestial energy augmented speed and her growing status as Volleyking’s new favorite. She slid to her knees between Volleyking’s legs. His cock was incredible, as usual; large and thick and always ready to rehydrate one of his players. Sunlight started by licking Volleyking’s dick, a mischievous smile on her face. Her mind and vision blurred as she took in the manly, musty scent and taste of Volleyking’s penis. While she tried to be teasing and playful, soon Sunlight was deep throating Volleyking’s twitching and throbbing member. The fluids were almost secondary; seeing the pleasure Sunlight brought Volleyking with just her mouth and volleyball performance was enough of a reward. As she sucked and gagged on Volleyking’s cock, Sunlight knew she’d need to keep doing her best to remain her coach’s top player.