Story: Monster Senshi

Saw this fatesplit made yesterday, decided to do something with it. Even if it was already along similar lines to something I was already working on.

 There is little more dangerous than someone that thinks they know what they’re doing. Among that short list is “horny idiots with a magic book”.

I mean, just look at them. One was wearing a pointy blue hat with stars right out of the “Master Wizard” halloween costume. Another had what appeared to be a black tablecloth tied around his neck, while wearing a very very very very <b>very</b> dark blue to the point you would swear it was black hoodie and the last (because there are *always* three) was wearing a Lord of the Rings t-shirt.

“On this day, at this hour, we summon a, most fearful power!” pointy hat began, gesticulating in a most random fashion over a hexagon drawn in chalk.

“Our sacrifice, to set the mood, consists of hair, and sweat and blood!” blue hoodie continued, picking up a (black) bowl full of the aforementioned items. He set it on the hexagon.

“But even more, we’ll gladly pay, so long as it, will get us laid!” t-shirt finished, marking the exclamation point with a most pointed point of his pointed stick that we should point out is probably intended to be a wand.

For a moment, nothing at all happened. Just for a moment. Then all of a sudden something did. A little spark in the middle of the bowl. The boys grinned. Followed by another. And another. And another. The boys would do well not to smile so widely, lest their faces stick like that. It would be awfully difficult for them to get any sort of career in the future if at every interview they attended, they appeared to be performing impersonations of the Joker.

The bowl began to levitate into the air, and once it reached head height smoke began to spill out of it. The boys choked on the fumes, but before long the smoke coalesced into three forms. Three human forms. Three human female forms. Three drop-dead sexy, big-bosomed, hourglass-figured, sensual, seductive forms right out of the ultimate wet dream.

“Who has summoned us?” all three asked at once. “We shall attend your bidding, as you dem-”

“Are you sure this is the place?” a voice asked from just outside the garage. “Looks ordinary enough.”

“I’m telling you, the evil energy is off the charts! Something’s going on in here!”

“Do you feel that, sisters?” the middle succubus asked.

“Yes. I do,” the one on the right replied. “It would appear that you are fortunate, mortals. We will not ask your souls in exchange for favours. Simply set free our limitations so we may rend these do-gooders apart!”

“Uh… Do-gooders?” pointy hat asked. “What do you mean? What do-goo-”

As if in response, the garage door slowly swung open. Standing behind it and framed against the night sky were five silhouetted figures. Five girls, standing in frankly silly poses and wearing skirts far too short for the crisp night air. They couldn’t possibly be comfortable dressed like that.

“Some succumb to evil without knowing what they’re giving up,” the middle one said. “But as warriors of justice, the Sailor Scouts will protect people, even from themselves! I, Sailor Moon, am here to save you!”

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An hour later the three friends were standing in stunned silence at the state of the garage. The place was - bluntly - trashed. Everything in it was singed, damp, smashed or fried by lightning.

“How the hell am I going to explain this to my parents?” hoody asked nobody in particular.

“Don’t know. Don’t care,” t-shirt said. “That was the most awesome thing I’ve ever seen. Did you see the skirts on those girls? Catfight for the ages, I’m telling you!”

“Hey, wait! What happened to the book?” pointed hat asked. He checked himself, looked at the others, looked in the wreckage. “Don’t tell me you guys lost it?”

“Huh? Oh, right. The one in the red skirt, the one throwing fireballs around? She picked it up, slapped a seal on it, then chucked it in the bowl and burned it to ashes. Happened just as they all decided to leave.”

The trio re-entered silence for a moment, but then pointed hat blinked. His eyes worked furiously, though not so much as his lips. Anyone reading what he was saying would find he was replaying that description back in his mind. Slapped a seal on it. Chucked it in a bowl. Burned it to ashes. While the short-skirted chicks were all standing around it. He slowly looked around, then settled on a direction and stumbled towards it. The other two followed after a moment to see him pick up their sacrificial bowl and, as they gathered around it, they found it… empty. Completely devoid of anything at all.

Then pointed hat began to laugh. Slowly at first, but increasingly manic. The other two shared a look of confusion and a shrug, then t-shirt coughed and asked “Uh… What’s so funny?”

“Remember the title of chapter three?” pointed hat said with a sniff.

“Yeah, sure… Hold on… It was, uh, ‘Creation of a Su-’ Oh. Oh! Ha! That is pretty damn funny!”

“Yep, sure as hell is! Sure as hell is! Looks like those meddling do-gooders are about to get a whole hell of a lot more than they bargained for!”

1. That night, Usagi finds herself entering the dreams of civilians she knows and twisting their dreams into highly erotic scenarios.
2. The next day, Ami notices that people are lusting after her. And she kinda likes it.
3. Rei starts finding it hard to focus on anything but how sexy people visiting the shrine are.
4. Makoto sets her sights on a new boy, and instantly knows all of his turn-ons.
5. Minako realises she has the power to manipulate what she looks like. Clothes, figure, the works! Maybe she can use this to seduce a nice boy.
6. Something else.