Story: Real World Sailor Moon: Overactive

I am in need for option suggestions, but here is this week's winner! Enjoy.


Humans are such foolish creatures. So easily manipulated. If not for their boundless perverted energy capabilities, they could be easily eradicated and that would be the end of it. Doing so would not be difficult. Turn them against each other, destroy them from within. It would be almost trivial!

“Jed” let himself have a good old laugh in his office. The school had been fooled so easily by his supposed background! This was the perfect place to launch his investigation into Morga’s mysterious demise, and while he was here why not indulge in an experimental plan? Being a coach might not be the most glorious job out there, but he could manage. If a mere human could do it so could he.

The office was almost entirely unchanged from when he had taken it up. Most would have left the desk a scattered mess of pencils, folders, books and what have you. Not so much “Jed”. What use had he for such matters? No. Nothing in this room mattered save the single addition he had made, a rather simple device that looked like a snow globe. But if it was shaken, it would not show a scene of falling snow. Far from it! It would show something quite different. Something he knew would prove to make up for his previous failure…

“I think Makoto has sold enough by now,” he said, watching the numbers tick up and up and up. “She’s such a good worker drone. So eager to please her coach. Don’t worry, my dear. You’ll be rewarded for your fine service at tonight’s game. I’m sure you’ll have the time of your life!”

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Elsewhere there were three girls stalking back to class, two of whom were disappointed while the third was absently tugging at her freshly acquired armband. None of the three of them - nor indeed any of the other students around them - remotely noticed the shimmer of light surrounding the armband due to the daylight conditions.

The girl with the armband was named Naru, and right now she was looking at her oldest, dearest and drop-dead sexiest friend. Not in the way that she usually did - an ogling competition with Umino - but with concern and confusion. The things she’d been saying this morning didn’t make any sense at all. Since when was she friends with the walking brain? The two of them were talking like they’d known each other for years, and - Naru looked over the supposed genius with a sneer - it was obvious that Mizuno was trying to get into Usagi’s panties. Yeah, sure! That was gonna happen sometime soon! As if Usagi would go for the shy and insecure act. As if she -

Thirty. That was Usagi’s test score yesterday. Thirty. And then the next day she’s hanging out with the school’s top student. That couldn’t be a coincidence. Had Usagi been desperate enough to approach Mizuno on her hands and knees, begging and pleading? “Tutor me! I’ll do anything!”

And then with a sinister yet shy grin Ami would reply, “Anything?”

The next thing Usagi would know, she would be cleaning Ami’s room in a French maid outfit, prancing around the room with a feather duster. Then Mizuno would ring a bell, prompting Usagi to show up with a bowl full of grapes. One would be extracted, peeled, popped into Usagi’s mouth and fed to Mizuno…

Then the two of them would head to the bath together, with Usagi using her own body to scrub all of the dirt (so much dirt) off Mizuno’s back. She would soap up her breasts, covering them with enough lather to drown in and rub herself up and down Mizuno’s back. Up and down. Those soft, round globes, with erect nipples tickling that filthy, filthy back…

And unnoticed by all, the armband’s shimmer increased just a fraction.

“That went well,” Usagi whispered seductively into Mizuno’s ear. “Maybe we should try again later.”

Mizuno sneered over her shoulder at her new student-slave. “Perhaps we should wait until the volleyball game is done. Then maybe she’ll be a little less forceful, distracted or both.”

Naru blinked and the bathroom scene was gone, replaced with the classroom once again. She shook her head and said, “Why were you interested in her anyway? I mean, all the rumours say she’s a troublemaker, even if she’s really not all that bad…”

The two of them shared a nervous glance and then both of them spoke up at the same time, saying entirely different things that Naru wasn’t quite able to make out. Weird. Why would they lie about that anyway, unless -

There were three figures in the bath now. Mizuno sitting regally in the middle, with Usagi lovingly massaging her feet and Makoto behind her with sudsed-up breasts rubbing against her back. “Is this how you like it, miss teacher?”

“Mmm, it is adequate, Miss Kino. If you keep it up I shall have you master calculus by Sunday dawn!”

“Yes, Mistress! Whatever you say!”

“Naru, are you alright?” Usagi asked, intruding upon the rather unpleasant fantasy. “You seem a bit pale all of a sudden…”

“I’m alright,” she said, stumbling back to her desk and feeling rather less than alright.

“Hm, let me have a look,” Mizuno said, idly taking hold of Naru’s wrist. “If you’re not feeling well, maybe you should -”

“I said I’m fine!” Naru insisted, in part to drive Mizuno and her fake shy helpfulness away before the mental image of her in a nurse’s uniform burned itself into her mind, and - Gah! Get out! Get out! No place for you here! Back, foul demon, back!

She needed help. She needed to stop this perversion of love and justice here and now, but confronting her on it would not do any good! There was a single person that could help now. Only one. The toughest thing alive in this school. They wanted to attend the volleyball game? Well then! They didn’t have free admittance! Naru absently rubbed at her armband. She would go to the volleyball game, she would sit through it, she would watch it, she would cheer on her team and then at the first opportunity she would talk to Makoto Kino. Naru rubbed her armband. She would go to the volleyball game, she would sit through it, she would watch it, she would cheer on her team, and then at the first opportunity she would talk to Makoto Kino. Naru rubbed her armband again. And again. And again….

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Today was the big day. Today she would prove those rumours wrong. She was not a troublemaker. She was not a bully. She was not any of the things the rumour mill was churning out time after time after time. Makoto Kino was here to make a stand! Through volleyball she would make friends and fit in and -

“Watch it, Kino!” one of her teammates yelled. Sakura Takishida rubbed the shoulder the ball had collided with in a rather exaggerated manner. She hadn’t hit it that hard! Sakura glowered at Makoto through her red tinged bangs, an expression she’d started wearing more and more during their practise sessions. “You spike the ball like a damned missile! Are you trying to give me a concussion?!”

Okay, maybe it would take a bit of work. But she would get there!

“And I suppose you’ll be asking your opponents to take it easy on you?” she asked in response. “Toughen up! Get used to it! Come on, girls! We can work together and win this!”

Five angry, frustrated glares met her eyes, prompting her to sigh. “Volleyball is a team game. We need to work together, and the coach put me in charge for a reason.”

“Yep,” Rikako Nakajima replied with a roll of her eyes. “Because you’re the most ‘talented’ member of the team. Hey! Put me down!”

“Gladly,” Makoto replied. “Just as soon as you explain that little remark. Unless of course, you meant that I’m the strongest, fastest and most athletic member of the team?” Rikako gave a frightened nod and was returned to the floor. “If you played half as well as you snarked, you could lead a team of slugs to the world championships.”

“You know, it is a bit surprising that he was able to pull us from class for this last-minute practise,” Mitsuko Idane said. “I didn’t think he’d have that much pull.”

“Maybe he really does believe in us,” Fumiyo Mizutani said, and six sighs filled the gym. “He’s so charming. It’s no wonder the principal didn’t refuse his request!”

“Well, let’s not let him down,” Makoto said, lifting her arm into the air to show off her armband. “We’re gonna kick some ass! Come on! Let’s get back into this! We will win! Got it?”

All five of her team followed suit, raising the armbands into the air triumphantly. Makoto smiled as they all resumed their positions on the field, so they could resume playing three versus three. By the time they were finished the whole lot of them would be regarded as the greatest volleyball team in -

Suddenly, Kiyo Omura collapsed with a gasp, and to Makoto’s eyes it seemed like she had fallen into Fumiyo almost deliberately. How strange! “Are you feeling alright?” Makoto asked.

“I- I think so,” came the reply, Kiyo lingered in Fumiyo’s clutches a little longer than she probably needed to. Not that the other girl seemed to mind so much. “I don’t know what happened, but I’m okay now.”

Was she really okay? Makoto blinked, and looked around the gym at the others. Each of them was breathing a little harder than they should be given how long they’d been working out, and there was a strange look in their eyes. She even caught sight of a few of them licking their lips as if they’d been starved for weeks and then presented with a splendid roast. This wasn’t exhaustion. It was hunger.

And now that she was thinking about it, Makoto realised she was a mite peckish herself… Though for what, she couldn’t quite say.

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For all that she was rather obviously concerned over the various complications upon complications upon complications that had built up in the last twenty-seven hours, Usagi was not the kind of person who could be considered particularly good at prioritising her concerns. For example: She <i>should</i> be worried right now about the senseless transformation of herself and her classmates, and what other apparently random changes might occur in the near future. She <i>should</i> be worried about the realisation that her life was a fictional construct, within which she would have to regularly become Sailor Moon and - in this twisted version of that fiction - screw to save the day. Or if you prefer: Fuck for great justice.

These were the things that should be priority one, two and three. Usagi did not think this way. This made her seem like quite the ditz, but there were other times when it played into her advantage. For example:

“Where’s Naru?” she asked at her new class.

“I guess she must have been feeling unwell,” Ami responded. “Have you thought about how we can approach Makoto about… you know?”

“No, that can’t be right. I checked with the nurse, and she didn’t go there. Where could she be?”

“Usagi, please focus!” Ami whispered. “If we’re going to recruit Makoto, we need to -” she stopped all of a sudden and looked around the classroom. “Now that you mention it… there seem to be less students in class now than there were earlier. In fact, it looks like…”

The expression upon Ami’s face was enough to strike terror into Usagi’s heart. If someone that smart was so scared, it had to be something truly terrible!

“All of the students with armbands or headbands are gone!”

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A figure was prowling the corridor. A man that should not have been there. A man that sensed something sinister, a man that honestly stood out like a sore thumb, given that he was wearing a mostly black outfit in broad daylight. But still, he was roundly ignored. Just the way he wanted it.

Then again he had a rather sneaking suspicion that none of those that should be seeing him would even flinch if he leaped out from around the corner with a one-man band strapped to his back. He could probably belt out a rendition of “Phantom of the Opera” on bagpipes and none of them would twitch. Though any music lovers within the school might well try to gut him, so let’s not try that little experiment for now.

“Hypnotised,” he muttered. A student passed right by, and with narrowed eyes the figure reached out and struck like a viper for the headband around his head - only to recoil as if burned. “Just as I thought. It’ll take more than removing them to set these poor souls free. I wonder… Where are they heading now?”

It didn’t take too long to find the answer to that question. They lingered outside what appeared to be a blank wall, which then swung inwards to reveal nothing but inky blackness on first inspection and something a little more on a closer look. There was a net. There were seats. And there was something else, movement around the net. Something that wasn’t really there at all… An illusion?

The last student entered and the door began to swing closed. No, you don’t! He threw his staff forward with a precision and grace unknown to most mortal men, and it wedged between the two perfectly! With a triumphant smirk and the sniff of a rose, Tuxedo Mask leaned against the door with the intention of waiting it out. “Let’s see if you appear this time, Sailor Moon! I’m rather eager to introduce myself.”

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At the very moment Naru took her seat she jolted awake. She shook her head and heard the familiar rumbling of numerous people talking all at once all around her. All students from what little she could see. All every bit as confused as she was from the general tone of the babbling cacophony. They were all sitting in inky blackness with a single light source that rather naturally drew the eye… and goodness me, what a sight to behold!

It was a volleyball game. Three versus three, between the members of the school’s team. There was Makoto, there was that mousy brunette, there was the snarky former captain… What was this? A practice bout, perhaps? But when did she get here, and more to the point what on earth were those girls (barely) wearing?

To begin with it was quite transparent that they were not a single one of them wearing a sports bra, which should be playing all sorts of hell with their, um, playing. It was easy to tell with the bouncing going on underneath those shirts. Was “shirt” even the right word for it? They varied for each player.

There was Mitsuko Idane, whose shirt was more like a tube top tied around her chest with a tiny (but powerful) knot at the back. Not that it could be easily seen given the way that her long hair covered it up most of the time.

Then there was Rikako Nakajima, who had a deep, deep neckline.  Kiyo Omura’s shirt covered more of her arms than the rest of the torso combined, Fumiyo Mizutani’s was tied off directly underneath her breasts and Sakura Takishida’s had apparently been cut in half down the front with a single bit of string tying the two bits together. If barely.

Each of them an erotic parody of a gym outfit! Makoto’s was paradoxically the least altered yet most sexy, merely contenting itself with being a size too small, a description which could also be applied to their far too tight and tiny to be considered decent in public bloomers.

On top of all that, there was their body language. They all knew how ridiculously hot they looked. Didn’t care. Not one fuck was given, at least until you asked politely. They moved like they were a hair’s breadth away from an expertly performed striptease; each step and jump came with a carefully measured roll of the hips that perfectly emphasised their womanly figure. Each pass would result in them pressing their breasts together while bending forward, providing a rather intoxicating view no matter from what angle they were observed.

Makoto leaped into the air and almost seemed to hang there for a moment before spiking the ball like a bolt of lightning. A bell rang out, signalling a score change. Makoto and her team bounced and cheered like they’d won the big game. But wasn’t this a practice session? Naru shook her head in confusion. What was going on? When did she come here? Why was the room so dark except for the playing area?

And why was Makoto’s team casually groping her?

“Awesome play!” Kiyo said, with a hand snaking under Makoto’s shirt and a dreamy sigh on her lips.

“It so was!” Sakura replied, nuzzling her cheek into Makoto’s chest while stroking her bare stomach. “We’re so lucky to have someone as strong and sexy as you on our team!”

“Hmph! You girls got lucky!” Rikako said. The trio that lost the point stalked over towards where the ball had landed, right in front of where Naru was sitting, Rikako in the middle with Rikako and Mitsuko on left and right respectively. Upon reaching the ball Rikako winked seductively at Naru and then demurely ducked down to pick up the ball, quite incidentally making the presence of her prodigious cleavage rather obvious to the exclusion of everything else. Naru could do nothing but stare slack jawed at the beautiful valley being deliberately revealed, just for her. Only her!

The girl lingered in the position for what felt like forever before rising to her full size with an enchanting smile. As she stalked off Naru suddenly realised that the two others were nowhere to be seen - but they made their presence known rather quickly after that realisation when they rose from the laps of the audience members to either side of her. The trio walked back to their side of the field with a hypnotic sway in their hips, ready to begin the next round of play.

A breath collapsed out of Naru’s lungs that she didn’t know she’d been holding. She felt a bit light headed, a bit sleepy, but also extremely horny. She licked her lips and smiled, eager to watch the next round unfold and the celebration that would inevitably occur at the end of it.

And unnoticed by her or the other students attending in the audience was the faint glow of their armbands and headbands as the game went on and on and on….