Makoto knew that she should be thinking about what was wrong with her and Ami, but her mind simply kept getting distracted by, well, things like Ami flipping her radiant hair in a way that seemed to make time itself stand still in admiration, compelling Makoto to stare slack jawed in rapt admiration of every single one of Ami’s enhanced features until the girl’s body burned itself into her mind and left her feeling like her brain was turned to mush.
“Sit down,” Ami said, elegantly placing herself on one end of the couch and patting the seat next to her. “Tell Ami all about what’s bothering you.”
“Okay,” Makoto murmured. She took her seat and before she even knew what she was doing, she was lying down with her head in Ami’s lap. Her comfortable, reassuring lap. For a moment she allowed herself to smile in contentment, but when she began to think about what was bothering her this current state of affairs shot right to the top of the list. This was not right. Ami didn’t act this way. She was not this outright sexy, and Makoto wasn’t attracted to girls to begin with. She opened her mouth to protest, made ready to stand up and try to put some distance between them so that she could actually concentrate -
“There, there!” Ami cooed, gently stroking Makoto’s hair. The typically tough girl began to purr like a kitten under Ami’s carefully calculated caress. A perfect scalp massage performed to a standard greater than any professional could manage. “I know what you need. You’re so tense, so wound up.” Ami giggled, and it must have been infectious because Makoto joined in. The former genius let her hands trail away from Makoto’s scalp, down her face neck and ultimately settling on her breasts. Makoto squealed in anticipation. “And I know exactly how we can spend a few hours relieving that tension.”
“You do?” Makoto asked. She should say no. She should. She wasn’t going to, but she should. The grip this, this whatever it was had over her was powerful, too powerful to resist. Especially with the way Ami’s fingers were gently rubbing circles around Makoto’s nipples, even if it was through her shirt. It was simply too much to fight! “W-Well, if you insist. I-I suppose we could -”
“We should dress up!”
By the time Makoto could think clearly again, the two of them were already in Ami’s bedroom. The sudden shift in expectations had left her brain rather frazzled, and Ami’s attention was hardly helping matters any. Okay. This was what they had come here for in the first place. So this was a good thing. Get changed into clothes that actually fit, then try to resist this urge to lust over Ami. Probably fail, but at least try. Shouldn’t be a problem. Should be easy.
“Strip off,” Ami said with a small bounce on her heels. Uh oh. Makoto nervously stepped back, but she could already feel it lurking at the back of her brain. The insatiable lust directed towards her friend. Her transformed sexy friend. Of course, it was to no avail as her sudden attempt to escape only caused her to trip and land on Ami’s bed, which left the freshly blonde girl plenty chance to dive forward and yank off her skirt in a moment.
“What’s wrong?” Ami asked, twirling around Makoto’s too-large skirt with remarkable dexterity and sexiness. “We’re all girls here. You can hardly go around dressed like that!”
“I… I suppose,” Makoto meekly replied, then shook her head. Meek? She didn’t do meek! With renewed confidence and eyes closed, she turned away from Ami and took her shirt over her head. See? Nothing to worry about! Forget about that loss of self control earlier on, Makoto was back in control over herself! No giving in to her lust for this tough but sweet girl! All she had to do was keep her eyes away from Ami and she could think clearly. Focus on getting dressed, and then -
“Need measurements, silly!” Ami giggled, and suddenly Makoto felt a pair of hands squeezing her very naked, very large and very sensitive breasts. “It’ll make it easier to tell what will actually fit, you know?”
“Ah!” Makoto gasped. “W-Wait! Ami! Don’t! Oooohh!” It should be an easy matter to physically throw the girl off, but all of her strength completely left Makoto almost the instant Ami’s fingers made contact. It was just like before. Perfectly calculated touches to just the right places at just the right time, but this time the location was far more sensitive than her scalp by several magnitudes. She could almost feel her resistance crumbling like some great and ancient wall. No. Worse than that, her resistance was already crumbling the moment she set foot inside the building, but now Ami was accelerating the process. “H-Haven’t you gotten a good fffffeeling for how biiiig they are?” Makoto moaned.
“Huh?” Ami replied. “Oh, yeah! That’s what I was doing! Taking measurements. Sorry, forgot.”
Inexplicably, the feeling on her breasts departed and somehow this did absolutely nothing to abate the burning flame rising within Makoto’s body. Ami’s body behind her shifted position as her hands trailed down Makoto’s stomach and sides, tracing her curves and leaving little embers of desires in their wake. The fire was spreading faster now instead of lessening, even though the rest of her body wasn’t anywhere near as sensitive as her breasts. What was this? Why was this happening? Was Ami deliberately doing this? She seemed to vary between being too scatterbrained to focus and brilliant, so - So -
So who cared? All of a sudden her strength returned to her, but instead of using it to escape Makoto wheeled around and pinned Ami to the bed, staring at her with ravenous, burning hunger in her eyes. They were both changed by… Something, but right now Makoto didn’t really give a damn.
“Fuck me,” she demanded.
“Okay,” Ami replied. “It’s about time. I was really worried about how you were repressing your obvious sexual desires. That manner of behaviour can often result in some debilitating psychological damage in the long run. Not to mention the hormonal buildup, which can cause numerous unnecessary complications throughout your physiology.”
Even when she was spouting psychobabble, Ami was <i>so</i> hot. Makoto lowered her head to kiss Ami on the lips, ready at last to drink from the deep well after what felt like a week in a desert -
And then the doorbell rang, Ami slipped out of Makoto’s grip and skipped off to answer it. Makoto lay on the bed face down, and felt her eye twitch nervously. Psychological damage, Ami had said. Yes. Makoto was starting to understand that. Whoever had arrived better be here for a good reason, because nobody interrupted Makoto’s sexy fun time! Nobody!
- It’s one of the Usagis at the door.
- It’s Rei, investigating a strange supernatural aura she detected.
- It’s Minako, following her exciting interview.
- It’s a youma enacting some plan or other, and they’ve really arrived at the wrong place.
- Someone else
I'm kind of mentally buried, but that was a very fun ep. :)
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