Story: Real World Sailor Moon

Real World Sailor Moon
Sex. It kept on coming back to sex. Her body had developed the kind of curves she honestly maybe used to wish she could have, the enemy kept on using sex to get what they wanted and now Makoto was pinning down two horny civilian girls at once, fingering them into submission.

Look at them down there. Out in public without a care in the world. Anyone could walk up these stairs and see them like that. Two civilian women perched with their hands on higher steps while Makoto's fingers plunged into their wet, lewd holes. One set of fingers goes in, the other coming out. Like alternating pistons. For some machine that was designed to make erotic noises out in public. Oh, she could just die!

"Are you alright?" Mercury asked, gently nudging Moon's shoulder. "You appear to be more inattentive than your normal pulchritudinous self."

"Yeah, that's right!" Makoto licked her lips with great enthusiasm, "You girls like it, don't you? Tell me you like it!"

Moon decided to ignore the fancy words Mercury was using and focus instead on the tone of voice. Friendly, reassuring, concerned. A little bit helped by the fact that her genius friend was now rubbing her shoulder, that was really helping release a little tension.

"I suppose this is all getting to me a little," Moon sighed, leaning back into Mercury's tender, pleasing grip. "This isn't exactly what I had in mind for becoming a superhero, you know?"

"Well, to be honest I never would have daydreamed the possibility of becoming a supernaturally enchanted young female," Mercury continued, starting to go a bit lower down Moon's back. She could almost feel the tension draining out of her now. "Although I can comprehend your rationale, this does seem a trifle more overtly sexualised than it might need to be."

"... Wow, I think I actually understood that last part," Moon said aloud, though she hadn't actually meant to. "A little lower, please; that feels really nice."

In front of her, Makoto and the girls had changed positions. Now it was like they were making a fleshy sandwich atop the steps, with Makoto in the middle and both girls pressing themselves quite hard against her body. It wasn't hard to see why. After her transformation Makoto had turned into even more of a walking wet dream than any of them, and they had to be in Senshi form to even hope to compete.

"It is a smidgen lamentable that Makoto is doing all this by herself," Mercury sighed right into Moon's ear. "Saving those two... All by herself, while we're sitting here having to watch. Not doing anything to help out. Making her do all the work..."

Mercury shut up to start planting kisses on the back of Moon's neck, but then she didn't really need to say much else. Now Moon's mind was starting to think along the kinds of lines being laid out for her. Watching those three. The expressions of bliss on their faces. It - It didn't seem so bad, all of a sudden. This whole sex thing, that is. St-Still, they were asking Makoto do take on this responsibility for herself and - And her body was getting hotter. Wetter. Until she barely even noticed when Mercury tilted her head just so and gave her a steamy, hot kiss that melted away any further doubts about what was going to happen.

"Maybe they need a little motivation," Mercury said. "Why don't we show them how it's really done?"

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Another stranger had arrived at the shrine. This one a young man that she might even call handsome were she not hyper aware of all the dirty, rotten perverts out there! Ooh, she knew his game. Looking to score some tail at the local shrine, was he? Mister tall, dark and handsome, staring at everything silently while being all hunky and harbouring hidden, lusty thoughts about bending a certain priestess over and spanking her until she liked it? Which wouldn't take that long at all, but getting her to admit it could take <i>hours</i>?

"Something I can help you with, <i>mister</i>?" Rei said, using the same tone she might to address something she'd scraped off the underside of her shoe. At least that was her intention. It actually came off in a manner more like she was giving him directions towards her bedroom, and he'd better get there lickity spit!

"It's nothing much," the man said. "I was just interested... There's a strange aura about this place, and not just because it's a shrine. Especially that young girl over there by the bell..."

"Listen, pal!" Rei said, dismayed at yet another pervert caught in the act. "Just because you've got a fetish for chicks in robes doesn't mean you can come to shrines to ogle the staff!" She whipped back her hair in an indignant manner, utterly oblivious to the fact that the front part of her robe had split apart far enough that you could see everything directly between the top of her neck all the way down to her navel. Men have been driven to distraction by far less alluring sights as this, and normally straight women have questioned whether they actually were straight after beholding such wonders. This particular man was no different.

As for Mamoru's side of all this? Confusion. He'd felt drawn here for reasons he could not remotely hope to explain. Sailor Moon. That vision was haunting his dreams of late. He was under a deep compulsion to meet with her, talk with her, help her in any way that he could, and - And that priestess had an amazing set of tits, wow!

Never mind that for the time being! He was here for a reason. His instincts had been guiding him to places Sailor Moon would make an appearance, and he had this overwhelming feeling that she would be there very, very soon. He also had this sense of unease about that girl over there, and this particular priestess was starting to get on his very last nerve. Hot boobs or no, that attitude was rubbing him the wrong way.

Ah, but at that very moment a lightning flash of power hit both of them at once. A little bit of a feedback loop, one might say, forcing both of them to envision the rather intoxicating image of two sailor-suited, curvaceous babes holding one another very, very close with hands going a-wandering underneath those sexy skirts to touch upon areas as divine and untouchable as they were enticing and alluring. You might call it a sort of sexual overcharge, looking for other places to release, and since Makoto was in the midst of a euphoric high of her own - Well, these two were the next closest. That energy didn't really have any other place to go, but a sudden inexplicable mutual arousal within the two of them wouldn't be the only effect this energy would have...

1. Their memories of their past lives fully awaken, but they're a bit raunchier than they were supposed to be.
2. The two of them become even more well endowed than they were already.
3. A second pair of Sailors Moon and Mercury appear, fully absorbed into their roles on the show.
4. "Kotori" is forced into her youma form by the pure nature of the sexual energy release. Time to fight it out!
5. Something else