Here's Part 2 again. Had to take it down so I could fix some errors that were really bugging me.

Part 2: You Should Really Loosen Up

"As a Hunter, I do swear to guard the Uninitiated with my life, to protect the world from the horrors that hide just out of sight, and to battle the Demons in glorious combat until my blood mingles with theirs. I pledge myself to the cause of the Demon Hunters, and by doing so, relinquish ties to my Uninitiated life." Leanne finished somewhat reluctantly as she looked down at the object in her hands.

The photo she was holding, depicting her and her parents smiling with their respective arms wrapped around one another, was quite precious to her, which was why she had brought it to the ritual in the first place. Akane had informed her that to complete the oath, she would need to use her newfound magic to destroy something significant to her non-Demon Hunter self. She was tempted to simply get rid of one of her numerous shirts and pretend like it was some super-important memento that meant the world to her, but she was also told that the more important the destroyed relic was, the more potential she would be able to awaken.

Whether or not that was true was unknown, but Leanne figured that if she had a choice between burning something major and immediately becoming powerful or burning something minor and potentially getting killed by a Demon straight off, she'd take the more pragmatic choice. She could always find some new mementos later anyway.

Her resolve steeled, the girl stepped forward, holding out the framed photo towards the Huntsman overseeing her pledge, a grim woman who still had yet to actually introduce herself. Despite her tight-lipped manner, the numerous scars decorating her weathered face indicated many past glories and made her rank quite apparent. One particularly serious gash went straight over her right eye, which was tightly shut despite the heavy damage to the lid. Leanne was pondering what sort of Demon could have caused a wound like that when the woman suddenly snapped to bring the initiate's attention to her, snatching the photo out of her grasp a moment later. "Hey. Answer the question." Her voice had a strange, hoarse sound to it that put the newbie off. "O-oh, sorry. Could you repeat it?" Leanne thought the person across from her was about to snap her neck from the look she gave the former student, but the woman's arms merely twitched as her mouth opened once again.

"Your sigil. Where do you want it?"

Leanne swiftly began mulling the question over, her deep concentration displaying quite prominently on her face, but was unable to come up with any noteworthy ideas. "Do you have any suggestions?" The girl asked, hoping to both have the conundrum solved for her and build some rapport with one of her seniors by asking her opinion. "The more dangerously placed your sigil is, the more power you'll be able to glean from it." The Huntsman answered with the kind of disinterest that only comes from saying a line too many times. Apparently gaining favor with this veteran wouldn't be so easy. "If you were to, say, place the sigil upon your forearm, you would only be able to use a small amount of power at a time, far less than you would if you were to place the sigil on your nipple or somewhere similarly sensitive." "...That explains why Akane put her sigil in such a strange place..." The schoolgirl said softly, a statement aimed towards no one in particular. A gleam of amusement flashed in the woman's eyes for a brief moment before she continued. "I must warn you, though. If you put it on your nipple, it'll lengthen. A lot. It has to if you want an entire sigil to be imprinted on it." That was a fate Leanne definitely wanted to avoid. She mulled over the woman's words while said woman practiced a few magical designs on the air, one design in particular abruptly filling her with inspiration. "In that case, I think I know where I want my sigil to be."

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The red Hunter smiled smugly to herself as she surveyed the current jobs available from the Bounty Board, which was less of a board and more of a screen, and didn't actually have bounties on it so really its name wasn't accurate at all. 'Heh, and Leanne didn't believe me when I said this place looked better on the inside.' Her claim was quite correct. While the West Division Headquarters may have looked like a crumbling ruin on the outside, the inside was built like a technologically-advanced guild hall, complete with banners and trophies from major kills hanging everywhere. There was even a mead hall. They didn't actually serve mead, but it was called a mead hall on the map, so...

Idly scratching at the shoulder of her suit, Akane swept her gaze over the various contracts listed on the large display in front of her, passing right over a multitude of Minor and Lesser Demons before settling on one contract in particular. She gave it a quick tap to bring up the details of the contract and, satisfied that there weren't any side conditions like "slay in under 30 seconds" or "slay with nothing but a broom" (Huntmaster Greives liked to spice up the easier missions), the woman signed her sigil to establish the contract as hers and gave the screen one last swipe to submit the document to Greives for approval. 'Ugh, I wish I could rank up already...' Akane mused. If she were a Huntsman, she would be able to access far more powerful Demons, and she wouldn't have to slide her contracts by the Huntmaster before actually taking them. Alas, a promotion seemed farther and farther away with each hunt she did, mostly thanks to her luck being terrible.

The last demon she fought, for example, Black Lycan, was supposed to be a fairly easy kill, yet it somehow managed to break free from her barrier with nothing but pure strength, then managed to outrun her in a chase halfway across the city. If Leanne hadn't hit it with a car, it's entirely possible that the monster could've gotten away...but just the thought of that was unacceptable to Akane.

Knowing that her game needed some serious stepping up, the Hunter began going over various tactics and strategies in her head right as the contract came back with partial approval. "...The fuck!?" Akane couldn't keep herself from audibly voicing her disgust as she spotted the condition attached to the end of the virtual sheet. It simply read "Do not hunt alone."

"Greives, you cocksucker..." Indignation boiled within Akane as she read those words over and over. That condition was meant to be attached to a Hunter's first job, not to their fifteenth. Her mind quickly making itself up, Akane poked the screen to confirm the contract and walked away from the Bounty Board, heading straight for the front entrance with grim determination in her eyes without picking up any supplies or finding the partner that Greives had commanded. She was going to prove that she had the ability to handle a simple Lesser Demon on her own, and in the process show the Huntmaster just how far his opinion of her was from the truth.

Luckily the targeted Demon was in the same city as DHW, so Akane wouldn't have to travel for days just to kill a Demon in under an hour. Right as she exited the Headquarters, she slipped into the alleyway at its side, and, after looking around to make sure no one was there with her, began to disrobe. While Akane didn't need to fight naked, the added freedom and flexibility she got from going clothe-less led her to much prefer doing so. It helped that it was really fun walking around with her barrier up so she could fuck with random people without them even knowing she was there.

She first slipped off her suit jacket, calmly folding it and setting it inside a large crack in the side of the Headquarters for safekeeping. The woman repeated the process with her shirt beneath it, baring her appreciable tits to the air and causing her proportionately-large pink nipples to immediately harden from their exposure. Speaking of exposure...Akane excitedly pulled down her pants, her round ass shaking about while she pulled them down and under her dress shoes. A sudden gust of wind blew across her prolapsed vag, causing her entire body to give a shudder as she slipped her suit pants in with the rest of her clothes, soon followed by her shoes and socks. Now fully nude, the Hunter summoned a barrier tight against her form to shield her from view and prevent any noise she made from escaping before stepping out into the street.

It being the early afternoon on a Saturday, the streets were understandably busy. People bustled to and fro, going about their business without knowledge of the threat that lurked so close to them. Akane envied their blissful ignorance, if only slightly. She had been exposed to the Hunter's side of the world long ago, long enough that she couldn't even remember what life was like before it. 'Well,' she mused, 'I guess it's pointless to wish for what I can't get.' Her jealousy subdued so easily, the woman strolled down the sidewalk, occasionally letting out pulses from her barrier in an attempt to draw her target's attention while taking in the sights.

Eventually she passed by a cafe that she frequented in her downtime, Cal's Creamy Coffee (and Tea), and a perverse idea popped into her head. Akane shuffled over to one of the outside tables, one currently occupied by two girls who seemed to be chatting about inconsequential things, and flopped her prolapse right on top of the sun-heated metal table while allowing the barrier around it to fade. She rounded off the end of it to ensure that it didn't look like it was sticking out of another dimension, biting her lower lip in excitement despite how painfully hot the metal was.

The girls both screamed at the sudden invasion of their privacy, though their fear was quickly replaced by confusion as they took in the sight before them. Thanks to the way Akane had slammed her exposed cunt onto the table, the girls seemed to be under the impression that it had fallen from somewhere above them and spent a few moments trying to identify the source of the strange object sitting upon their table before their attention shifted to the object itself. "What is that?" One of the girls asked, her voice full of awe and a bit of disgust as she watched some womb juice dribble from Akane's stretched cervix, the fluid spilling onto the table and giving off a slight sizzle as it touched the heated surface.

"No clue, but it's really...weird-looking." Her friend responded, grabbing hold of her fork and prodding at one of the formerly-tooth-filled gashes in the vaginal wall despite how the utensil was still covered in bits of cake and saliva from the meal she was previously eating. Several of the fork's prongs slid into the hole, directly poking at Akane's sensitive uterus and causing her to shudder uncontrollably for a brief moment. The prolapse's sudden movement startled the girls further and made the second girl drop her fork, their reactions gaining attention from the other patrons who were sitting outside and even some of the passerby. Akane was a tad annoyed that the girl had gotten some cake bits in the wound, but it was hardly even a wound anymore anyway, so it wasn't like it would get infected or anything.

"Hey, touch it, touch it!" The second girl, who's attitude had changed rather quickly, began egging on her friend while a young man who had been walking by pulled out his phone and started recording the situation. Deciding to one-up (or perhaps five-up) her friend's suggestion, the first girl formed her hand into a beak and abruptly shoved her hand right past Akane's cervix and into her womb proper, her fingers pressing up against the entrance to the red Hunter's right Fallopian tube. "Hey, there's still some more space in here..." The first girl stated suggestively, giving her friend a meaningful glance.

"Oh really?" She responded with a grin, forming her hand into a similar shape and sliding it right on in next to her friend's until hers was resting against Akane's left passage. The Hunter herself was ridiculously aroused at this point, struggling to keep control of her muscles as pleasure shot through her sack. The girls exchanged a look before simultaneously attempting to penetrate her tight tubes with their whole fists.

At first it seemed like they wouldn't manage to fit, or even if they did, the passages would simply tear, yet their beaked shapes allowed them to eventually slip through, inch by inch of their fists gradually stretching the woman's Fallopian tubes until they reached the curve towards the middle. Barely slowing down from the obstacle, the friends' fingers rounded the curves quite smoothly, pressing further until their fingertips were pressing against Akane's sensitive ovaries and their hands were swallowed up to the wrist in their respective holes. Even a simple touch of her lady-balls nearly caused Akane to lose it and fall to her knees, but she managed to barely keep herself under control and stay on her feet. Falling now would be a terrible idea, after all.

"Do you feel something at the end of your hole?" The first girl asked, to which her friend nodded. "Yeah...feels kinda slimy." She made a face before realizing just how many people were now watching the display. Realizing that the second girl had finally noticed the pair's viewership, one of the small crowd that had gathered near the table shouted, "Stretch it open! I wanna see what's inside!"

The girls smiled at each other from their audience's demands, quickly moving to fulfill their desires by each pulling their arms as far from the opposite arm as they could. Akane's cervix was quickly spread even wider as the pair pulled at it with their arms, the first girl grabbing the top with her free hand and the second girl grabbing the bottom with hers a moment later and tugging it open to allow the cameras to capture the depths within.

Her cervix, womb, and Fallopian tubes all stretched to their limits, Akane finally came, orgasming so hard that some of her eggs shot straight out of her ovaries and onto the the hands nearly touching them, some of them managing to flow around the girls' fists thanks to the fluid that contained them before squirting onto the scorching table. The Hunter fell backwards as she started coming down from her high, the hands wedged inside her prolapse sliping out without much opposition as the thing suddenly slid off the table and fell onto the ground. Akane immediately spread her barrier around the sensitive flesh once again, cloaking it so that when the girls looked to see where it fell, they would see naught but the ground below. Now that she had some time to slow her breath, the tall woman realized something that made it speed right up again.

While she had been playing around, the Demon she had been searching for had noticed her presence and was now heading straight towards her at an alarming speed.

"Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit." Akane cursed to herself as she bolted to her feet, thankful that her voice was masked by her barrier while she ran in the direction of the place she had predetermined to be the best fighting location. The sheer looseness of her prolapsed cunt distracted her, feeling akin to an empty plastic bag billowing in the wind and forcing Akane to wonder if air resistance on her vaginal prolapse would slow her down enough for the Demon to attack her in the streets. Her fears proved unfounded, however, as she arrived at her destination with time to spare.

The Hunter sprinted into the abandoned construction site as quickly as her legs would carry her, stopping around what she estimated to be the middle and spreading her barrier towards all four walls (if they could be called that) of the unfinished building.

Akane hardly had any time to prepare further before a hulking monster of a Demon came tumbling through the side of the red woman's barrier, losing its own in the process but barreling towards her nonetheless. The creature's eagle-like head screeched as all six of its arms made a grabbing motion towards Akane at the same time, but the Hunter nimbly ducked beneath them and sheathed one of her legs in blazing flames before hitting one of the bird's bull-like legs with a fiery leg sweep that sliced it right off from the knee down. The Demon fell forward, arms outstretched to shield its fall, the sheer size of the thing causing a small crater to form around each of its hands as it caught itself. It was given nary a second to rest, however, as Akane smoothly transitioned from her sweep into a leap and brought her leg down in an axe kick aimed towards the back of the beast's head, failing to realize until she had already initiated the move that the monster had neglected to use two of its arms.

It snatched her out of midair with impressive speed and flung her towards a standing beam, emitting an ear-piercing scream as it pitched the woman with earth-shattering force. Time seemed to slow as Akane twisted in midair, orienting herself so that she would strike the beam feet-first while her stretched sigil shone bright green to signify the woman's use of enhancement magic on her entire body. Her actions paid off as she struck the object with a resounding clang, yet suffered no damage other than a painful throbbing in her legs.

In the span of a second Akane looked over at the Demon, satisfaction filling her at the shocked look on its eagle-ish face (well, it seemed like a shocked look, anyway...it was hard to tell since she didn't have much experience with animal expressions). She stuck her middle finger up at the creature as she launched herself off the support beam, using the rest of her remaining mana to engulf her body in a fiery inferno as she flew towards the monster with the hand she was still using to flick off her enemy outstretched. It made an attempt to defend itself, bringing four of its arms up in a guard while using its bottom two to continue supporting its weight, but the scorching heat of Akane's form allowed her to burn a hole straight through the Demon's arms and the torso behind them.

The Hunter casually stuck the landing as the fire coating her body dispersed and let out a sigh while the corpse behind her slumped to the ground. Knowing that her job wasn't quite finished yet, she spun about on her heel and walked over to the fallen Demon, giving it a gentle nudge with her toes and causing the entire body to explode into crystaline sand. "No one can withstand the F-Bomb." Confidence filled Akane's voice as she spoke, but her expression soured the moment she said the name of her maneuver. "...You know, now that I've actually said that out loud, it sounds pretty stupid. The attack itself was pretty stupid too. Why did I even think 'the F-Bomb' would be a cool move in the first place? Ugh." A noise of disdain escaped her throat as she shrunk her barrier back into its original position and left the battlefield with nothing left of her opponent but a fine dust on the floor.

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Greives's office door slammed open as Akane strolled through, a shamelessly self-gratified expression on her face. He subconsciously emitted a groan at the mere sight of her so full of herself. "Guess what, Huntmaster?" Despite asking a question, the red-haired woman didn't even give her superior a chance to respond before speaking again. "I just took down that Lesser Demon all on my own. Whaddya think of that?" This time it seemed like she was actually giving him a chance to say his piece, so he did. "So you failed the conditions of the contract?" "Well, yeah, but-" "No buts." Huntmaster Greives cut her off before she could argue her case, his trap already sprung.

"Since you've neglected to adhere to the conditions set by myself, you have waived any possible reward you may have acquired by completing this mission." "W-what!? But I took down a Lesser Demon on my own!" Akane shouted her objection, yet Greives appeared unfazed. He simply stared her down, unflinching resolve pouring from his gray-eyed gaze.

"...Dammit." The word was little more than a growl when Akane said it as she barged out of the room, slamming the door behind her as she went. A part of the Huntmaster's psyche told him that he really shouldn't taunt her as he just had, but he mostly ignored it as he returned to the new contract he was typing up. "Rogal the Flame Lord." He input, fingers flying across the digital keys of his desk screen. "Major Demon."

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Leanne was lying in bed, clad in only her underwear as she recovered from the trying ritual she had just finished, when a knock sounded upon her door. "The door's open!" She called out to whoever was on the other side of the door, figuring it was probably Akane. Her guess turned out to be correct as the door opened to reveal the red-eyed gal standing there, dejection coloring her features. "What's wrong?" Leanne asked, moving to sit up but stopping as Akane motioned for her to stay down.

"Just...keep lying down for now. I need to relax." The girl's expression was one of concern as she watched the woman step through the frame, the door automatically closing behind her, but lightened up a bit once she started removing her clothes. Her immediately getting naked meant her problems couldn't be that bad...or did it mean the opposite? The former schoolgirl wasn't quite sure, but she figured she'd find out soon enough.

Find out she did as Akane sat on the edge of her bed (which was the only real piece of furniture in the room), legs spread wide as she grabbed hold of her Leanne's ankles and pressed her feet together into a spear of sorts. Grabbing hold of the sides of her ruined prolapse, the woman spread her cervix wide enough to allow easy entry as Leanne compliantly shoved her foot-spear into her womb. Akane immediately released a sigh of relief as she let go of her mockery of a cervix, which draped weakly across the girl's ankles. "Hah, that's much better. Wish I could stay like this all the time." Akane's face took on a more blissful appearance to it as she spoke, her rapid change in mood causing Leanne to giggle.

"I don't really understand why you like my feet so much, but if it helps to have them inside you..." The new recruit gave an accepting shrug of her shoulders. Her senior couldn't help but smile at that. "Thanks, Leanne. That means a lot to me."

And so the two sat there, bonding in silence as the sun set over the city.

End of Part 2