Another day, another person transforming into a youma before her very eyes. The assistant girl’s jaw appeared to unhinge, revealing row after row of sharp, pointy teeth. The mouth snapped shut, and it seemed to send a ripple up her face and down her body. Where it passed her features changed. The structure of her face became twisted, malevolent until it settled on a kind of real-life optical illusion: Depending on what part of the face you were focused on, it was either drop dead gorgeous or a hideous demon. The ripple continued even through her clothes, transforming the miko’s robe, tugging it open and pulling it behind the youma’s body while changing into white feathery wings that were sprouting from the shoulder blades.
“It’s like… A perverted parody of the typical cultural conception of an angel,” Sailor Mercury noted. “Though of course the actual descriptions of angels within, for example, biblical texts - Gah!”
The yelp of surprise and corresponding dive for safety was prompted by the youma flapping its wings and sending out a flurry of feathers that, judging from the way they stuck to the concrete where Mercury had just been standing, made “razor sharp” look like an eraser in comparison.
“Such a shame your friends have left you,” the youma said, pursing its lips and making a mocking kissing sound. “I’ll keep you company until they return.”
“Thank you, no. I’d rather live. <b>Mercury Bubble Blast</b>!”
By their very nature, bubbles <i>suck</i> as a weapon. It’s quite one thing when all you have is a hammer, it’s quite easy to translate problems into nails with even the barest minimum of imagination. But bubbles? The best she could do was reduce visibility in the surrounding area, which was only great if she could either run away or manage a surprise attack. In the case of the former that would mean leaving a youma to attack innocent people (which would make Usagi <i>so disappointed</i>) and in the case of the other… Attack with what? She had no other weapons at her disposal!
“Just like a coward!” the youma cackled. “What’s the matter? Can’t handle a little tender loving pain?!”
Except… She did have another weapon at her disposal. Moving stealthily wasn’t exactly easy on a set of stairs like this, and her enhanced figure wasn’t exactly helping. Still, Mercury did her best, periodically recasting the spell to ensure low visibility. Especially with what she was about to do.
“Interesting,” Mercury said, ducking out of the way when the expected feathers sailed by in her direction. “You appear to associate violence with affection. This normally results from abusive parental figures. When did your leader stop beating you?”
“Indulging in a little question-loaded psychology, are we?” the youma snarled, spraying feathers in a wide arc in a desperate hope to strike Ami’s position. Of course, not a single one hit their mark. While it might not seem as though bubbles were all that effective a weapon, it turned out that they were definitely a viable defensive measure. At least so far as causing a deflection of hurled projectiles was concerned. “Come on, baby, let’s quit the foreplay and get down to the fun part.”
“You obviously have some sort of control over your appearance,” Mercury continued. “So your appearance as a mockery of an angelic figure is also quite telling. Either you view yourself as innocent, or you view the very concept of innocence as abhorrent. How am I doing?”
“Not nearly as well as you think,” the youma answered, then snapped its fingers. Suddenly the feathers in the ground trembled and withdrew all of their vanes, then fired out a thin wirelike substance which intertwined into a web around Mercury, leaving her bound arm and legs in a seemingly unbreakable web. She couldn’t move at all! No, worse than that: The web itself moved to accommodate any motion she attempted, countering her as though it were alive.
“I’m going to indulge in a little bit of that repressed abuse,” the youma sneered. It extended its tongue and licked Mercury’s neck, making her shudder in unexpected arousal. This was not helped from the way the restraining web was trapping her nipples through her uniform, roughly squeezing and pinching them while another series of wires crept around her upper thigh. “This so-called innocence is about to get sullied, and enjoy it.”
“N-No!” Mercury moaned. “You can’t! I won’t let you!”
“Oh, please!” the youma replied. “You so obviously wanted it. Why else would you have drawn attention to your position like that when you could have just hid in the fog?”
“B-Because I didn’t want you to h-hit something <i>else</i> by accident!” Mercury panted. She stared past the youma, who was blinking in confusion and saw certain words appearing on the Mercury Computer, which she had left on the other side of the youma running a program she had quickly instructed it to run in the fog.
Those words were “Executing openportal.exe”
The youma slowly turned its head and stared at the portal where three sexy young women were striding out in their sailor uniforms. Moon was radiant, as Mercury expected. The very sight of her filled Mercury’s heart with love, affection, lust and loyalty. Jupiter was on her right. Tall, proud, sparkling with power almost as much as she sparkled with sex appeal. On Moon’s left was Mars.
And Mercury’s mouth fell dry. Oh, now don’t get her wrong. Given the choice she would choose to spend an evening with Moon any day of the week. As far as Mercury was concerned, she had the total package and was the single greatest object of her lust. It was simply a case of an unexpected first impression that had left her brilliant mind completely overheated. Moon was divine, Jupiter was sexy but Mars was <i>smoking</i>. Those legs matched with that ferocity made for an impression that nobody could ever forget.
“Damn interfering - Get out of here!” the youma screamed, sending a few errant feathers their way.
“Mars Fire Ignite!” Mars commanded. She didn’t raise her voice or scream it or anything, and that somehow made it even more powerful. She simply clasped her hands together with the index fingers extended, the flames hit the feathers, and the feathers were gone. Just like that.
“B-Back off!” the youma crowed. “Or - Or I shall make mincemeat out of your -”
“Jupiter Thunder Crash!”
The youma slumped to the ground before it could get anywhere near Mercury, but it wasn’t beaten yet. By the time it was able to struggle back to its feet, however, their leader was standing over her.
“How dare you impersonate a pure-hearted maiden!” Moon began, and Mercury felt her heart skip a variety of beats, or more accurately pick up its pace considerably. “Your wicked intentions, turning a holy place into a pervert’s paradise for your own reasons! This cannot be allowed! Moon Healing Escalation!”
And just like that the youma was gone. Mercury collapsed into the nicest place in the world to be, Sailor Moon’s arms and, you know what, this seemed like a good time to pretend to have fallen asleep. Just let her rest here for a little while, and then -
“Ahem!” Mars yelled/coughed. “So… Is anyone going to fill me in on, oh, <i>what in the holy name of all the gods is going on around here?!</i>”
“Um…” said a small voice from a familiar-looking assistant following them out of the portal. “I think… Maybe I can help a little? But… We’d better get these other girls home first, I think?”
And above them all, watching with keen interest for reasons <i>completely unrelated</i> to how extremely curvaceous girls were going about half naked was a man in a mask, cursing himself for arriving too late to offer assistance this time. His gaze lingers on the blonde and then, just like that, he vanishes as though he was never there at all.
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Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. Breath out. You are sitting in the middle of a meeting with Usagi Tsukino, Rei Hino, Ami Mizuno and Makoto Kino. The Sailor Scouts. Or Senshi depending on how much of a purist you’re being and <i>who cares this is awesome!</i> Or a dream. Probably a dream. In which case just go with the flow and have fun. That’s right, Kotori. You’re cool. You’re calm. You’re collected and it’s time to wow them with all of your knowledge of canon.
“Are you feeling alright?” Usagi asked, laying a hand on her shoulder.
“Spank me and I’m yours! I mean, yes, I’m fine!” Kotori said a little louder than she had intended. “Ahem! Anyway. Are we all clear on what’s going on?”
“Let me just make sure I have this straight,” Rei said with a nervous, furious twitch in her eye. “Before we go any further. This ditzy bimbo fell into a magic hole which took her to another reality where we are fictional characters. Somehow the act of doing so has turned us into hentai parodies of ourselves, and this nutball comes from that other dimension as well. Did I get that all correct?” the other four girls nodded, and Rei threw up her arms in dismay. Beautiful, sexy dismay.
“It’s weird,” Kotori said. “Now that I think about it… There was a character in Sailor Moon called Kotori. She was from a place they - I mean, <i>you</i> all referred to as the real world.”
“So whose butt do we have to kick next?” Makoto asked.
“Well, I -” Kotori began, then stopped. It was the strangest thing, even stranger than being in this impossible situation. Which seemed impossible enough as it was, thank you very much. But no, she was trying to concentrate on what happened next and for some reason it just… Didn’t settle right in her mind. As in, whenever she tried to actually say the answer her mouth was already prepared to say something else. She knew what she wanted to say, and knew that the answer was and always had been her next statement. Yet it felt as stable as quicksand under her feet. Images flashed through her mind. Beryl victorious, Beryl being dominated by Sailor Moon, Mamoru succumbing completely to the Dark Kingdom, Mamoru pretending to be evil to defeat them from within, herself being turned into a youma, herself being lost in the future… Being lost in the past, having her memory erased, being brainwashed again or - or - or -
Kotori was brought back to conscious thinking by the most unexpected thing: Ami giving her the deepest yet gentlest kiss that you ever did get from one of your favourite characters. By the time Ami withdrew, regrettably pulling her chest away from where it had been pressed right up against Kotori’s, there was a rather silly smile on her face and not a single trace of confusion.
“Sorry,” Ami blushed. “For some reason that was the only thing I could think of to snap you out of it.”
“Not a problem,” Kotori sang. “Feel free to do it again if you like!”
“Damn perverts,” Rei mumbled, completely unaware of the way that folding her arms like that was making her breasts push up underneath her robe.
“I think you got caught in a recursive loop,” Ami said. “The very knowledge of that future changing the knowledge as you tried to concentrate on it. So long as you’re not thinking about it, you won’t blank out like that again. I think. This is all very new to me.”
“Eh, fine whatever!” Makoto declared. “All I give a damn about is who - or rather what we do next. Even if you can’t tell us what’s coming next, maybe you can think of stuff that <i>won’t</i> change no matter what we do. Right?”
- The girls check a doujinshi, and find one featuring Sailor Venus that they can use for inspiration.
- The girls decide they need to bring Tuxedo Mask into the mix since Sailor Venus isn’t exactly reachable for a while.
- Meanwhile, Beryl thinks about the ‘real world’ she has discovered, and plans to invade it.
- Meanwhile, Sailor Venus is having her own pornified adventures as Sailor V.
- Something else
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