The World Begins Anew With My Demon Flamenco Dancer

Once there was a mischievous magical girl, who would reluctantly travel the world of waking and dreaming. During the day she would be bullied by school boys rather than school girls, until sundown after school, when she would travel the world of nightmares, and find demonesses to do doggy style, while butchering as her assistant cat ordered. However the magical girl was not as feared as the cat had hoped.

Angrily, the cat burned the Earth to a crisp and all its inhabitants, leaving only the once magnificent magical girl to remember her previous life of failure, as her soul withered into dust. She is reincarnated, with the world rebuilt anew, into a similar family. Her and the cat meet again, however instead of attempting to save the world from demons, eventually becoming one herself, instead she is programming sex dolls at an adult sex store, and replacing old worn out skin with new skin to replace the old models. – But don't you want to travel the world of dreams? the chatte noir.

– Not at all, I am satisfied with my life here. Besides, what do you think my life is, a demon scout episode!

The cat, breaking the forth wall, turns into a young woman in a top hat, and broadway shoes, and with a tapping step, warps the programmer back home. – Perhaps not, but you've worked long enough all day, so let us take a break, so you can build sex bots anew.

By night she vows to crush the people she worked with, that also had negative things to say about her technique for building sex dolls, saying that she would never get enough sex from anyone or anything. So eventually she wanted to build a sex dolls that could scare them just enough, that they call in sex for the next work day.

It was that night, a giant demon woman came stomping through the forest, and eating little animals as she stepped. Eventually the programmer gave in, and knocked out the demon woman, refusing to kill her, but instead rebuilding her as a cyborg demon, surviving without her memories. Her waking up to the sound of Sambo Jazz with a Yo Scale rhythm, and elements of Flamenco in her wake. She was given a rose in her hair.

– If you want to earn your keep, be my dancing assistant.

And the cyborg did the hurky jerky, buzz-sawing all about.

That's how you much an angry cat assistant, preferring that her scout be a proper magical girl scout shout. The cat was meowing as long as she could, because her owner was refusing to fight crime and evil, and preferring to turn them into dance assistants. Together, they dreamed of traveling the neighborhood as if it were the beach, with Bikinis on during rain, sleet, and sun. And Birkenstock season in store.

The cat paw scratched the end on the closet.

– Meow!

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