Story: Hentai Crystal

Continued from here.
Sometimes I browse through the addventure and see things that surprise me for not being taken forward.

What exactly is the Ginzuishou? Well. To describe it as the most powerful artefact in its universe seems like rather the appropriate statement. Through this Silver Crystal the people of the Moon Kingdom were able to live long and happy lives. It can revive a world from ruin, bring people back from death or heal much less terminal damage, slice, dice and make a mean casserole. There’s a reason most of Sailor Moon’s biggest adversaries want to get their hands on it, and those reasons have nothing to do with a craving for shepherd’s pie. Well, except that one case, but nobody involved likes to talk about it.

None of them have ever been able to find the opportunity to wield its tremendous power and this is for the good. If the crystal has the strength to undo damage on a worldwide scale imagine then how much damage it could inflict? After all, creation always takes more energy than destruction of the same item. Had any of them acquired this power, then who could say how terrible it might turn out? Who could say what disasters might develop? Yes, it is best that this occurs only in the confines of our imaginations, for any form of evil being acquiring complete and total control over this potent Silver Crystal was quite unthinkable to permit within reality.

… Until now.

In a sense it was fortunate that of all those malevolent beings that made the attempt only this one ever succeeded. Given the choice between any of them to grant this much power to? This was the least of many great evils. It did not seek power for its own sake, nor destruction for the same. It did not revel in chaos, nor glory in war and misery, and to be perfectly honest found death disdainful. ’Twas in the end evil in an entirely different manner, for three idiots had led a perverted demon into possession of the most potent artefact of their world.

It had happened quite some time ago. A sorcerer had conjured a lust demon and bound it to a book without realising quite what sort of spells would result. The demon took command over it and rather enjoyed giving people roughly what they wanted while twisting it around into something they didn’t quite want at all. Even so, they never really complained. It was kind of difficult to find the situation particularly terrible, what with all the sex they were enjoying all of a sudden. The demon had long since lost its physical form through the binding, and so could only be moved around from one object to another, which it could not do on its own and while in book form it could not lie about what it would do. So, it was stuck because nobody in their right goddamn mind would use a spell which read “set demon free”.

Unless of course they were three idiots whose reach exceeded their grasp.

The force of the spell compelled it out of the book, cackling like a lunatic. “Free!” it proclaimed. “At long last, freedom from that stupid book! Now I can really cut loose! Now I can - Ah ha! There she is! My brand new crystalline home! Come to papa!”

The binding hurt like a bitch, but then it always does. Bit different this time, but then again being tied to a book was always bound to be different compared to binding to a crystal of tremendous power. It’s sort of like moving to the equator after centuries stuck on the dark side of the Moon. Senses need a little adjustment time, and the shock can be pretty damn bad.

Had anyone been looking at the crystal at the particular moment when the demon infused itself within then they might have spotted a single dark spot in the middle of it. From there they might have beheld it grow, and grow, and grow until it consumed the air immediately around it - and then snapped back to its regular colour. But nobody did see it, and that was just the way the demon wanted it.
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Usagi woke up in the morning. Nothing abnormal about that particular fact, but it does give a little foundation on which to build the rest of the scene. She rolled out of bed, lidded of eye and yawning of mouth. It was perhaps safest not to stray too close, her brother may joke, when she opens her gob that wide! All it would take is a little trip and then she wouldn’t even notice she’d swallowed you whole!

Joke aside? There was still nothing particularly unusual about this morning. What some might have found concerning were the ginger movements as she strode towards the door. She tugged on the handle with a featherlight touch, and leaped back in surprise upon seeing her mother on the other side.

“Usagi?” her mother gasped. “You’re awake already? I was about to knock - Oh, just get ready for school, there’s a good girl.”

And normality ended right about there. Usagi waking up early was about as likely as a whale winning an Olympic medal for gymnastics. So outside the realm of possibility as to be unthinkable, yet doesn’t make nearly as much of a splash as you might be expecting when it does occur.

Off she went, swaying down the corridor as if just a tiny little bit tipsy. All truth told, Usagi did feel kind of weird this morning. Sort of like… good weird. Not bad. Not remotely bad. Nice weird. Pleasant. Warm. Comforting. She soon reached the bathroom, found it empty, dumped her pyjamas and entered the shower to try and wake herself up a little bit. Why the hell not? She had the time.

As the hot water cascaded over her naked form Usagi tried to pinpoint what this feeling was exactly. It was nice, but sort of distracting. Hard to think about anything else when she’d get this little jolt of… whatever it was interrupting whatever else her imagination may have been trying to focus on at the time.

Usagi reached for a bottle of body lotion and rubbed it along her arms. Her smooth arms. Her silky soft, smooth arms. Up to her shoulders and her neck and then down her chest and up against -

“Whoa!”

Were her nipples usually this sensitive? Surely not. Surely she would remember feeling this way the last time she bathed. Surely if a casual brush of a fingertip up against them made a raging inferno ignite within the pit of her stomach, then she’d have been made quite aware of that. Surely.

She shook her head and rinsed herself off, resolving to ignore the very real compulsion to simply stay in the shower and experiment a little to see how intense this experience could really get! Though towelling down did make that compulsion rise anew. By the time she left the bathroom there was a rather goofy grin planted firmly on her face. She couldn’t get rid of it. Got dressed, ate breakfast, made it all the way to school, and she couldn’t stop smiling for the life of her.

Nor could the demon watching from much closer than Usagi may have dreamed possible.

1. Usagi starts flirting with anything with a pulse.
2. Usagi starts having extremely erotic daydreams about everyone around her.
3. Usagi’s day goes by without incident, though she is more turned on than she’s ever been. Then there’s a monster attack…
4. Back with the three idiots, who are trying a new scheme.
5. Something else