You know what’s a better feeling than everything going exactly to plan? Nothing. The answer is nothing. You might think you know something that feels better, but you’re wrong. Look at them all out there. Oblivious. Utterly oblivious to the fate that was about to befall them all. The potential energy made her want to lick her lips, but she had a show to perform and an audience to brainwash.
It was astonishing how easy modern society made it for them. Her hypnotic abilities required being able to simultaneously see her dance and hear her sing for an extended period of time, making it difficult - if not outright impossible - to bring more than a few hundred under her thrall at any given time. But today? In this “modern era” of television she could easily broadcast the signal to everyone in the world. Eventually.
Yes, eventually. She had to start small. Infiltrate a production company, give them an extended audition. From there she would slowly grow her fanbase. Perform for a few clubs. Word of mouth would spread from there, her “fanbase” would grow and swell. She would start to have concerts. Televised performances, music videos. Slowly but surely bringing them all under her power. Ensuring that they would all follow her to the end of the Earth, which admittedly wouldn’t be long but the metaphor regains a little potency upon realising she’d be using them to make it happen.
Her name was Pandora, and the name seemed especially fitting given the modern context for it. She had heard some humans refer jokingly to a television as an “idiot box”, and so it was that once again Pandora would “open the box” and “let out the misery and suffering of the world”. Except this time there would be no hope. Only worship and adulation for the Dark Agency and the wonderful, powerful and handsome Danburite!
Pandora stood in the middle of the stage, the spotlight firmly on her. And why shouldn’t it? Why shouldn’t the humans worship her? After all, she had calculated her transformed appearance to exemplify numerous aspects that humans found beautiful. Her long hair was darker than the night’s sky. Her face was cuter than a puppy wearing a bib. Her figure had more curves than a grand prix racetrack, and her dress not only shimmered underneath the lights but did so in a manner that allowed her to draw the eye to any part of her body that she so desired.
“You don’t need to work,” she sang. “Just watch me dance and listen to my songs. If you do only these things then you can’t go wrong.”
The concert went exactly as expected. They’d all go off to their homes, filled with lust, filled with the melodies, filled with memories of her dancing. They would replay the song in their head. Watch recordings of her performances again and again and again. Foolish humans! Nothing could stop her now! Nothing!
And gosh but she was just about as horny as a youma could get. It was the attention that did it. The level of control she was anticipating over all of these future slaves. Her eyes scanned the audience, looking for a… treat. A snack, one might say. It didn’t take long. There was a positively adorable boy in the front row. A mop of blonde hair, the biggest and brightest eyes you’ve ever seen. So cute. So innocent! Why, she could just eat him right up…
“Thank you all for coming!” she called out, while the crowd chanted for an encore that would serve only to doom them all faster. “You’ve been a wonderful audience! Remember, there’s no need to do anything but worship my singing and dancing. Now… as an extra special treat, we’re having a little contest today! The winner gets to spend an hour with me backstage, but don’t worry! It’ll be supervised so that nothing… Naughty happens.”
Pandora felt the lust spike quite hard just then. Deny that something will happen and any human would immediately imagine it happening. That could be extremely useful knowledge for future strategy. She tapped at her ear as if receiving instructions, then pretended to search out her target before settling her finger on the boy in the front row. The boy looked behind himself, swallowed nervously, then turned back and pointed at himself with an inquisitive glare. Pandora nodded, reached down and took his hand. Gosh, he was stronger than she was expecting. This <i>was</i> going to be fun!
She led him backstage, occasionally peering over her shoulder to see exactly what part of her perfect body he was staring at. He didn’t seem to have any preference. Admiring her like the work of art she was. Flawless in every way, a testament to her research and transformation mastery in addition to her seductive influence over weak-minded humans.
“Here we are!” she said, opening the door and letting him inside. She slipped inside herself, and while he looked around the room the door was locked and the key slipped into her cleavage.No need for disturbances while she enjoyed a little… snack.
“I thought this would be supervised?”
“I lied,” she said, pushing him to the seat and straddling his lap. “This is the only way I can get any without losing my public image. It’s sooo frustrating being out there on stage and having to pretend to be miss innocent virgin all the time, but what’s wrong with having a little fun?”
“Nothing at all,” the boy replied with a smile. Yep. You sure hit the jackpot, didn’t you? Pandora could feel it. The lust from this boy was rising by the moment, and she didn’t intend to waste any of it. Not one single drop. “Won’t we be heard?”
“The room is soundproofed,” she replied. “You can do absolutely anything to me, and nobody would know.”
“Glad to hear it.”
Which is when she heard the click. Pandora ignored it at first, but then tried to lift her arms so she could disrobe and drive him absolutely insane. Her arms didn’t budge. It was like they were caught on something. She struggled a little harder, but… Nothing! It looked like some sort of metal bracelet had been put around her wrists without her noticing, but, but…
“You really had me fooled,” the boy sighed. His fingers trailed down Pandora’s back, quickly finding the concealed zip and sliding it down. “Even after that concert I wasn’t completely convinced that you were the youma in charge of the operation.”
“… What did you just -Ah! Ah! Ahhhh!”
Her question had been interrupted by the boy’s tongue working miracles on her nipple. Somehow, he’d been able to free her breasts from her dress in less time than it took some boys to even think of how to remove a dress like this. Pandora was so used to using her big, perfect breasts to tease boys that it happening the other way around came as a complete shock to her system. Rather than being mesmerised by how round they were, how warm and bouncy and enticing they were, he was instead going right on the attack in complete defiance of the innocent cuteness he’d been showing in the audience earlier on!
“Who are you?!” Pandora hissed.
“And that’s how I knew you were a youma. A real idol would’ve at least asked me first. <i>Moon Power, transform!</i>”
There was a bright, blinding light, and all of a sudden Pandora felt an incredible pressure against her chest. She was pushed to the limits of the handcuffs keeping her in place, and then her eyes cleared up enough to see what was beneath her. Or more precisely who.
“Codename: Sailor V! Warrior of justice! The sailor-suited beautiful soldier!”
“You think you’re beautiful?” Pandora wanted to sneer, but it would rather mar her own spectacular features. Instead she gave the biggest, brightest smile she could. “Then why the mask? Are you afraid of how hideous you are? You cannot hope to match my beauty.”
“We’ll see about that,” Sailor V said. “You’re trapped.”
“I’m trapped?” Pandora repeated. She pressed forward, forcing her breasts directly into Sailor V’s. To her delight the nuisance disguised as a boy squirmed from the pressure. How satisfying. “On the contrary. You’re pinned underneath me. I might not be able to use my hands, but you’ll let me out before long.”
She wasn’t used to giving lapdances to girls, but the situation left her little alternative. It wouldn’t take long for her beauty to overcome Sailor V’s weak and feeble mind. This sailor-fuku-wearing bitch would beg for her touch by the time this was over. Already Pandora could hear cute little whimpers, already she could feel her enemy’s hands trailing down her perfect curves, Sailor V’s legs wrapping around Pandora’s waist…
“So,” Pandora began. “How did you notice my plan? Why disguise yourself as a boy? What did you hope to gain with this foolish action? Answer me, and I will… Reward you.”
“Ah! So good!” Sailor V moaned. “I… I discovered your plan when I noticed people obsessing over you, far too many to be natural. We realised you had to be using some sort of seduction magic, or something like that, there were a lot of big complicated words involved.
“I disguised myself as a boy b-because I thought it would be easier to get in unnoticed. I almost dropped dead when you picked me out of the crowd!
“And - And what I hoped to gain from this foolish action was to give you a super-sexy lapdance.”
It took Pandora a moment to properly process that last one, and during that time she stopped her own dancing motion. This made her realise two distinct simultaneous facts. The first, that her own attempt to give Sailor V a seductive, hypnotic lapdance had prevented her from noticing that the same thing was happening to her. The second, as injurious to her pride as it was to say, was that Sailor V was much, much better at it.
“St-Stop that!” she demanded, struggling to free herself. She could feel it. Somehow this bitch was drawing out all the lustful energy she’d gathered tonight. “Let go of me! Let go! Let me - Mmph!”
“There, that should keep you quiet for a while,” Sailor V mused, stroking Pandora’s hair with one hand while using the other to keep the youma’s face planted firmly between her amazing breasts. “Hee! You know, nothing turns me on more than someone thinking they’re the ones seducing me, when it’s actually the other way around! Let’s get all that energy back where it belongs, shall we?”
- Flashback to Minako becoming Sailor V.
- Sailor V deals with Pandora once and for all.
- Meanwhile, the other girls come up with a plan.
- Meanwhile, Beryl has a plan of her own.
- Something else
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