At the sight of this twisted referee monster most would have fled to the greatest of their ability. Perhaps they might hide, or simply continue running until they could no longer do so. This reaction would have been particularly true upon the spectacular and terrifying sight of it crouching down as if to pounce as its fingers took on clawlike properties. And if that didn’t do it, the sound of its inhuman voice screeching the word “Penalty!” surely would have.
Makoto Kino is not most people.
The youma did indeed pounce forward at a lightning-fast pace, but only managed to collide with the extended fist of its intended target. The youma’s momentum caused it to spin past Makoto, landing on its back where it stared at the lights in momentary confusion.
At which point a sharp jolt of pain shot down the tall girl’s fist. It had felt like she’d put her fist through a brick wall, and -
A sharp whistle interrupted her thought. “Assaulting an official!” the youma declared, and Makoto peered back to see it rising back to its feet. Apparently unharmed, and grinning insanely. “Further penalty incurred!”
Where most might have fled long before this point, Makoto was now giving the idea serious consideration. She stepped backwards, and as if in response the youma took a similarly sized step forwards. A bit more cautiously this time, then? Alright, just keep your distance, and -
And several arms wrapped around her legs, waist and arms, making Makoto nearly jump out of her skin. She looked down to see who was restraining her and gasped in shock. It was… Her team! Her team had stopped play to hold her in place! Well. They weren’t as strong as her, so it shouldn’t be too hard to wrench free and get awa-a-ay!
“Hey, watch the hands!” she yelled at Rikako, whose hand had wandered away from restraining to lovingly rub Makoto’s breasts through her shirt. Just then, Kiyo planted a series of kisses against her back that caused Makoto to shudder, and after that their movements became a sort of blur in her memory. She felt two hands sneak under her shirt up and towards her chest, she felt another one snaking down her shorts, she felt lips on her thighs, her waist, her neck… By the time she was able to process one, another jolt of pleasure would draw her attention to another location, preventing her muscles from cooperating in the whole “struggle to get free” plan, and the youma simply stood with her large arms folded in front of her similarly large chest laughing all the while.
On the bright side, it seemed they had finally learned how to work together.
Without warning there was a yelp of pain from one of the team, and Makoto felt her left leg being released. It wasn’t much, but it was enough! She wrenched it free and stomped on the foot of whichever one was holding her left arm, prompting the freedom of that limb as well. After that it was a fairly simple matter to pull herself free of the others, while the youma stared angrily at something else off towards the left.
“Crowd interference!” the youma yelled. “A further penalty!”
Makoto turned to see who it was, and was rather baffled by the strange sight of her apparent rescuer. A man in a snazzy tuxedo, wearing a mask. She wondered briefly what he called himself, ducked a claw sent her way by the youma, and then used its own momentum to throw it halfway across the gym. It landed on its feet, but what it did next Makoto didn’t stop to see. She was running towards the mysterious stranger.
“I cannot hold this entrance open much longer,” the tuxedo-wearing hero said, gesturing to the door he was standing in front of. “You must hurry. Do not worry about your friends. I shall rescue them as well.”
With a curt nod, Makoto dove for the door and felt the most tremendous relief, as though she’d just been lost in some foreign land but could see her home in front of her. She glanced back, just in time to see the hole close behind her. The last thing she saw before running away from it was her rescuer shoving away Mitsuko and Sakura, before Fumiyo dove for his legs and brought him to the ground. At which point all four girls jumped on top of him with giddy, manic grins on their faces. Whatever happened after that, Makoto wouldn’t have stuck around to see even if she was able to.
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Guilt. Arousal. Guilt. Arousal. Mercury’s mood kept on swaying back and forth between the two as she stood in the doorway and watched Sailor Moon being mobbed by the nymphomaniacal volleyball team.
“Yep. I should definitely step in there,” she said, wringing the front of her skirt. “Without question. Any second now, I’ll step in and -” At which point, she gradually tilted her head to get a better look at something very interesting she’d seen. “And help my lovely teammate free herself from this terrible, awful fate.” This terrible fate being participation in an orgy.
<i>The recurring theme for her character was a guilty propensity to use her vaunted intelligence to ensure that the villain's ultimate goals were thwarted while at the same time allowing Sailor Moon to be sexually exploited enough to satisfy her own voyeuristic libido.</i>
No, no, no, no, no! She couldn’t let herself be defined like that! If they could… If she could somehow overcome this and use her intelligence to - to actually help out her friend, then maybe - maybe they could make things go even better than they would otherwise? Allowing some characterisation from the supposedly real world to set in stone the course of actions she would take would not benefit her. Would not benefit anyone! Which was exactly why she was going to march right in there, and pull off that one girl exploring Sailor Moon’s thighs with her tongue…
…
No, no, no, no! Sailor Mercury slapped herself in the face and marched forwards, determined not to take a moment to enjoy the little moans and squeals of denied delight Sailor Moon was making right now. It was the right choice. The ethical choice. The sensible, intelligent, reasoned choice.
“Hold on, Sailor Moon!” she announced, taking a big stride forward. “It’ll all be over in a moment!”
She reached out a gloved hand, about to reach for the nearest of the girls to toss her aside… When all of a sudden there was a peculiar blinding flash of light. By the time anyone could see again, Sailor Moon had vanished, with the only trace of her presence remaining being an orgasmic, blissful moan that accompanied the light. Mercury stared at where her former teammate was, stunned and surprised by the sudden disappearance. What had happened? That was no disintegration, but that meant… Where - Where had they sent her?
As one the remaining girls in the room turned towards Mercury with sinister, seductive smiles on their sweat-drenched faces. Some of them licked their lips. Some of them began to crawl forwards. Mercury simply looked around, and gave some serious consideration to the door… Except that one of them scurried past her and slammed it shut, seductively leaning against it in the process.
“Um… Hi there?” she said as the others began to reach out for her body. “My name is Sailor Mercury, and I’m here to rescue you today. Pleasebegentle.”
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In spite of her best efforts, she’d succumbed to the influence of… whatever was turning her life into a hentai series. But how could she help it when they seemed to know exactly where and when to touch and her own body’s newly enhanced sensitivity betrayed her? They were completely relentless, and Sailor Moon knew that they would not stop until eventually she’d -
“Get off!”
The blonde-haired hero blinked and suddenly realised she wasn’t where she had been a moment ago, and that the girls had completely vanished. What’s more - “Eek!” - there was movement underneath her that sent her rolling backwards on the floor, somehow finding herself back on her feet. Before her there was, well, a youma, no other way to think about it. Black and white striped like a referee, muscles like someone had stuffed balloons under her skin, and breasts like, well, much the same, really.
“Foul!” the youma shrieked, blowing sharply on its whistle immediately thereafter. “Unsportsmanlike conduct! Very clever of you, Sailor Moon! Drawing upon the perverted energies of the real team to bring yourself into this closed dimension! But a little too clever for your own good!”
Oh, right! Is that what Mercury was up to, pushing her into that mess like that? Being brought here must have been what she’d meant by “it would be over soon”. Yep, that made so much sense! Such a smart girl to think of something like that. If there had been any other way, why, surely she would have brought it up.
“Ladies, please! Control yourselves!” a male voice pleaded, drawing Sailor Moon’s attention towards a large group of people swarming over a total hunk in a tuxedo. He was struggling against the volleyball team in much the same way as Sailor Moon herself had been just a short time ago, and doing a bit better of a job at it by all appearances.
“Wait a minute, isn’t that -” Tuxedo Mask. Her intended love interest. Being set upon by - “Get your hands off of him!” she screamed, charging forward and bowling into the almost-orgy like a bowling ball. After that she felt quite a bit dizzy, but took solace in the realisation that apparently she had dissuaded their horny assault.
“Thank you for your assistance,” her future boyfriend said, extending a gloved hand that she gladly took. “Let us work together to bring an end to this operation.”
Sailor Moon’s heart soared on such close proximity to this man of mystery. Right. They would work together to defeat this monster, and then the two of them would find a private spot to - No, no, no! Don’t let the hentai win again! It’ll only make it so much easier for it to win the next time!
“Alright,” she said. “Let’s show that referee what a real foul is!”
“Yeah, I don’t think so,” the youma snarled, extending its hand into the air. It snapped its fingers, and then as one the members of the audience stopped and lifted their bleary, sweat-covered faces with their glazed-over expressions and stared in the general direction of the youma. It pointed right at Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask and then all of them began to crawl in their general direction with all-too-eager grins.
“… This could be a little more difficult than I had initially believed,” Tuxedo Mask noted. “Are you ready?”
“Not really,” Sailor Moon admitted, fingers idly playing with her tiara. “But we don’t really have much choice, do we?”
“I believe in you,” Tuxedo Mask said, laying a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “We will find a way through this. Believing in that is the first step to making it happen.”
The sight of the crawling crowd should have made her afraid for the coming battle, but it was rather difficult to feel that way at the moment. Her traitorous thoughts kept turning back towards the guy behind her, in particular how much she wanted to just tackle him to the ground and - This was not the time for those thoughts! Deal with this situation! But really? The one thing she was in desperate need of above all other things right now was the assistance of Sailor Mercury. Where was that girl?!
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Running from danger was a rather unique experience for Makoto Kino, as previously mentioned. She was used to just beating it down, stomping danger’s balls and making it cry uncle. That usually did the trick. It was a rare thing to encounter something tougher than herself, but there it was. Tougher than her, more resilient than her. Its only vulnerability seemed to be its reliance on the fact that she couldn’t hurt it. No fighting finesse to its name, but it didn’t really need anything like that.
Hence the fleeing. Trick was that running at such a high pace was having a rather peculiar side effect she probably should have anticipated.
“Stupid breasts,” she said between ragged breaths as she leaned against a wall to catch her breath. “Keep hitting me in my stupid face!”
“Meow.”
Right. So now there was a black cat sitting in the corridor and staring up at her. It had a moon-shaped scar on its forehead, and all of a sudden Makoto felt her own head starting to swim. Too much exertion with too little rest? Anaerobic respiration catching up to her? No, this was something else. Something inside of her just bursting to come out, and -
“Looks like they were right,” the cat said, prompting Makoto to goggle at the sixth or seventh impossible thing she’d seen in the last ten minutes. “It’s a good thing I found you. Here. This is yours.”
The cat pushed something across the ground towards Makoto, and the feeling in her head got so much worse. She couldn’t even see clearly anymore, but the indistinct shape at her feet was calling to her like a siren’s song even more irresistible than Jed’s voice had been earlier on. No, not just irresistible. Like there was no part of her at all that could think of a good reason to try resisting. Which is why she reached down for it without hesitation, and as soon as it was in her hands some words tripped out of her mouth like they’d always been there waiting for this opportunity.
“Jupiter Power! Make up!”
There was no corridor. There was no cat. There was only her and electricity whirling around her and around her, or was she the one that was spinning? Arcs of lightning formed into a sphere around her body, and then there was a tremendous flash of light. When it disappeared, so too had the electricity. Or at least that was how it appeared. Makoto knew better. Makoto knew it had merely transformed into the clothes she was now wearing. A white leotard, a green skirt, gloves and boots manufactured of lightning.
Within her hands lay the power of Zeus, the Greek god renamed Jupiter when the Romans co-opted their mythology. Thunder. Lightning. Power. Raw sparkling power dancing along her senses, itching to be discharged, itching to be… To be… To be let free!
A sharp intake of breath and a thunderous orgasm later, Sailor Jupiter was born. At which point everything around her started moving again, and what was more she could hear a familiar sound.
“Please, don’t do that! Let me - Let me go! Don’t you see? You’re being con- controlled!”
Ignoring the black cat for a moment, Jupiter dashed towards the scene. She knew where it was without even having to stop to think. She’d been there a little while earlier. To think that her team would grab hold of someone else to pull into this, to think that she had been so scared that she had fled before! Not this time! This time she charged right back in and scowled at the (extremely erotic) sight of her volleyball team trying to pin down a girl in a blue version of her own outfit.
“Ah!” the girl exclaimed upon spotting Jupiter in the doorway. “Could you please give me a - Oh gosh! That was close! Give me a hand, please? I only just got away from them, but they’re so persis- Let go of my wrist!”
Before she even knew what she was doing Sailor Jupiter was crossing her arms over her chest and concentrating on the group of giggly girls in front of her. “Jupiter thunder crash!” she called out, and had to bite her lip because it felt so good to let out that arc of lightning. All five of them froze in place as the electricity sparked right through them and one by one they collapsed into an orgasmic twitching mess on the floor, too exhausted to move, too exhausted to do anything more than lie there smiling and content.
“Are you alright?” Jupiter asked as she helped the blue-haired girl to her feet. “Come on, we’ve got to rescue those people in the gym! Let’s go!”
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She was not afraid. Superheroes do not feel fear; they are by trade a fearless bunch that right wrongs and defeat evildoers. Even when they know that there is a world out there which considers what they do a fiction. They get on with it. Fearlessly.
Then again, how many of those heroes had to face down a mob of mind-controlled civilians looking to sex them up? Couldn’t be more than a third of them, surely! With a nervous gulp and a far too overactive imagination, Sailor Moon winced as the first of them - Naru, of all people! - reached out a hand covered in god only knows what and by the way, god, thanks for not sharing that information -
Then promptly fell asleep and vanished. As did the rest of the crowd. Leaving behind only one surprised hottie in a tux, one surprised sex bomb in a sailor fuku, and a surprised busty, referee-themed youma, who took a few steps backwards at realising the numbers had shifted against its favour.
“Tie game!” the youma shouted. “O-Overtime!”
“Nah, I think we’re good the way things are now,” Sailor Moon said, focusing all of her magic into her tiara and hurling it through the air in a wide arc that the youma easily jumped over. “Darn. I missed!”
“Allow me,” Tuxedo Mask said, placing a hand around her hip and suddenly spinning her around so fast that she feared it might make her dizzy. Yet it felt really nice to be held like this. But like all good things that too did end, and all of a sudden Sailor Moon found herself being hurled through the air, right towards her tiara. After which - and without even realising she’d done it until it was already done - she plucked it from the air and whirled it around towards the youma, striking it in the back just as it was struggling against Tuxedo Mask’s cane. It disintegrated moments later in a shower of light.
“We did it!” Sailor Moon cried, exuberantly dashing forward to hug her romantic interest. “We did it, we did it, we did it! We make a pretty good team, you know?”
“The thought did occur to me,” Tuxedo Mask replied, cautiously placing his own hands around her back. Waitaminute. Wasn’t this sort of like the setup for a…
Sailor Moon looked up at the masked face of the man she was embracing, and a little voice inside her head started speaking. “Go on. It’ll be fun. He’s your love interest anyway. He is a handsome gentleman. So what are you waiting for? Jump his bones.”
And to be perfectly honest with herself… It was hard to argue with that little voice just now. The adrenaline rush was not exactly helping with her hormonal state, and, well, why not? She tilted her head up, intending to initiate the kiss and for what may be the only chance she’d get in a long, long time, initiate a sex scene under her own power, her own control…
“Ahem!”
On hearing the presence of a third person in the area, Sailor Moon couldn’t have broken away from Tuxedo Mask any quicker if he’d suddenly caught fire. As it was, she suddenly found herself trying absolutely not to stare at the chest of… Of… Dear god, how was her back not twisted into a pretzel after lugging those around? How did she ever <i>get</i> anywhere like that?
“While I do hate to interrupt,” Jupiter said, “Mercury says she can only keep this open for a little while longer. So, I guess we’d better haul our asses back out there before we get stuck in here forever. Got it?”
- With this resolved, it’s time for another trip to the real world!
- Let’s go visit Rei now. Except it turns out that Jedite had more than one plan running at once…
- What about Jed? They need to deal with him, surely!
- Filling in Jupiter and Tuxedo Mask about the full situation seems like a good idea right about now.
- Something else
Is jupiter getting even bustier than the amazing Usagi? :)
ReplyDeleteHeh I like, even if I was guessing Usagi would end up staying the bustiest.