Episode 6: Helpful Hands

Kristen Flint complained to Tendo Aoi on the bus, “Why do I have to go volunteer, it’s Saturday! I could be relaxing or asleep!”

“Kristen-chan, it is important to be active in helping the community. Helpful Hands does good work helping to build homes and clean up neighborhoods for people in need.”

“Isn’t community service, like, a punishment for minor crimes? Like, couldn’t I literally get wasted and busted for underage drinking, and they’d send me here, or I could just hang out with you. This is literally punishment.”

“I believe that at the end of the day, seeing all the people we helped, you will feel pretty good about.”

“Oh yeah,” Kristen challenged her, “how do you figure that?”

“Because I know that deep down helping people is who you are.”

Kristen folded her arms and pouted. After a moment, she scowled back at Aoi and announced, “Yeah, well, I won’t enjoy it.”

Fortunately, Kristen was wrong. Their fellow volunteers were all very friendly. There were a few contractors there who were giving their own services for free to the help fix up a poor elderly woman’s home and continue building a second home on the property that would be used for temporary shelter for families with your children.

Most of the heavy lifting was being done by some of the more burly guys. Kristen had actually started having fun while painting. Plus, when the Abe Gilford, an older retired foreman who was volunteering found out she had some artistic talent, he asked Kristen if she could do a mural in one of the kid’s rooms in the new home after they got up the drywall.

“Lunch time,” one of the other college guys rounded the corner and announced to the two of them.

“Okay, maybe this wasn’t so bad,” Kristen admitted as they headed out to join the others for lunch, “Plus free lunch!”

Aoi smiled, “And you may be able to paint a mural.” When they got to the front, most of the guys were already digging into delicious looking meals in Styrofoam packages. Aoi looked around for their food, then spotted the food truck. “Oh, I didn’t know it was catered.”

One of the burly guys piped up, “It isn’t usually.”

Another chuckled, “Yeah Abe usually gets us baloney and cheese,” then took a big bite of prime rib.

The first one ginned, “Better than a shit sandwich.”

The second grinned, “Not by much.”

Abe plopped down with his, “Shut it Simmons. Count yourselves blessed, that good hearted soul heard what we were doing and he donated all this food for us. Said he wanted us all to have a good time of it.”

“This is free? Oh shit!”

“Simmons! There’s ladies present,” Abe barked.

“Sorry boss.”

Kristen smiled at Aoi. Abe seemed like a good old guy.

“Mr. Gilford, where is our food?”

“Well, you can just head right over to the truck it’s right over there, take your pick, they had a full menu, good food too.” He gestured to the Clown Car Food Truck parked on the side of the road. But just as he Aoi looked over to it, a metal screen pulled down and the truck closed up shop.

“Oh no,” Aoi exclaimed.

Abe frowned, that ain’t right. He creaked himself up with a groan, “Alright, let’s fix this up. Oh wait!” He smiled and shook his head. “That’s right, that sum’ bitch gave me a couple of extras.” He turned around and grabbed two more styrofoam containers that were sitting on the table.

“I guess these are yours then.”

“Thank you very much Mr. Gilford.”

Aoi and Kristen checked their spoils. Kristen was delighted to find she had, Big Top Jerk Chicken. “Wow, jerk chicken is my favorite Jamaican dish!”

Aoi was surprised that the Clowncake was actually a very good okonomiyaki. “This is, quite a surprise.”

“Is that pizza? Is it good?”

Aoi smiled and nodded. They were having quite a lucky day indeed. Minutes later, their bellies full, they sat in the shade of the Florida sun relaxing. Aoi looked at Kristen with a smug smile.

Kristen relented, “Fine, this is fun. You happy?”

Aoi smiled, “Quite.”

Kristen said, “But you know what? There wasn’t anything to drink.”

Aoi nodded, “You’re right, I am quite parched as well.”

Behind them, there was a bit of groaning.

“Hey, are you alright man?”

“Yeah, just feel a little weird ... I’m fine, I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine, doubled over man. You look like you’re about to hurl.”

Aoi and Kristen looked back, one of the younger guys was indeed doubled over. Another one groaned then sat down pulling his knees to his chest. One of the larger more burly guys said, “What’s wrong ladies, you having that special time of the month? Get up.” But his face was suddenly flush and he broke out into a flop sweat. “What the hell.”

“HOOHOOHOOHOOO!!!” The voice was instantly familiar to Kristen and Aoi. It was the dark Trickster. He jumped out from the food truck and shouted in glee, “TADAA!!! Hello my humble hopeful hapless friends of Helpful Hands! I hope you enjoyed your last meals!”

Kristen and Aoi dropped their meals and transformed with a forgetful flash.

Magical Girl Azure wore a blue form fitting bodice with a pair of gold strips running along the top giving her full coverage. The strips insinuated the curvature of her cleavage as they ran down her midline to a gold belt with a perfect blue raindrop buckle. Covering her shoulders was a shimmery blue bolero jacket with half sleeves and dark blue waterfall detail along the sides. On her neck was a new addition that she hadn’t noticed, a black choker that gave her a slightly more feminine touch. She wore pants made of the same shimmery blue material along the outsides and darker along the inside of her legs. They billowed loosely giving her perfect freedom of movement resembling a Judo or Karate Gi, finally ending in ankle wraps and blue slippers, perfect for flexibility and kicking. The most striking feature, however, was the color of her hair. Though the shape was straight and thick, obviously owing to her Japanese roots the color of her bob cut hair was vibrant rich blue.

“I am Magical Girl Azure, empowered by the goddess to stop you in the name of peace!”

Next to her the Crimson Spirit appeared in all her glory. Her hair was firey red and flashes of firey magic rippled through it’s long windswept locks. She wore a firey v-neck cheerleader’s shell, with flames forming a “CS” emblem. The top was form fitted to her small but upturned breasts and the neckline dipped quite low. Her midriff gave view of a wide expanse of perfectly smooth skin and a slim torso. Her hips flared in line with the skirt that continued down to her mid thigh, though with the wind it flared out showing much more of her shapely legs. On her feet she wore laceless athletic shoes and ankle socks with red bows on them.

“I am the Crimson Spirit, here to bring more heat than you can handle!”

In unison they announced, “Fighting for Love and Justice, we are the Magical Girls of Light!”

“Oooh hoo hoo! Magical Girls of Light! I should run shouldn’t I! Unless you vaporize me, oh no!” He slapped his face, “Whatever will I do!?”

Crimson yelled at him, “That’s right, you’re getting toasted today!”

“Oooh no! But if you toast me, then how will you figure out how to save all the people I just poisoned?”

Both the girls gasped, then looked back at the men who were now all standing up and groaning.

Azure looked back at the Dark Trickster, “What did you do to them?”

“I gave them a magic toxin mixed into the food, they’ll die in two hours unless you can get the poison out. But I also figured a pair of do-gooders would be here too, and I am betting that you had some poison too!”

As he explained it, Crimson kept staring at the men as she realized another side effect of the poison. All of the men were sporting enormous erections. She gulped.

“But don’t worry, it’ll all be fine, the poison I gave them is the antidote for your poison!”

“Oh no,” Crimson groaned seeing all the hardened cocks. Instantly she knew what was going to happen. She knew that she’d have to save them, and despite knowing that she was going to be forced into it, her loins began to stir. She hovered towards one of the men, thoroughly conflicted. ‘I mean, I know what he wants us to do. It’s obvious after all the stuff I’ve been through that he’s just a total pervert. I bet he wants to big sex show, that’s all he wants out of this. Well I don’t want to give it to him! But, these men are obviously poisoned and its our job to save people’s lives.’

She whispered, “Oh my.” In front of her a burly man’s cock pushed against the jeans that constrained it. ‘It’s okay, don’t jump to conclusions. Let’s just figure out if this is what’s really going on.’ She looked up to the man who groaned as he checked out her sexy little cheerleader body. “Can I?” she asked.