Monday, 29 August 2016

Story: HHL Sailor Moon


We only really know the world we were born into. Even a year before and it feels like ancient history, or like a fairy tale or a movie. Fictional. Things that happened to people that weren't you, but still shaped the person you were today.

Her name was Usagi Tsukino. On the day before she was born, her planet was, in a sense, conquered.

That has connotations written into it, doesn't it? Conquered. It sounds like big, doofy metal saucers flew in from the sky zapping buildings and clasping people in irons. Or maybe tanks and infantry rolling in across the plains for a more (boring) human invasion. No. No, nothing like that.

Because her world had been conquered by... Multidimensional perverts.

That almost sounds worse, no? A sexual dystopia, an ecchi tyranny, a leering, fat despot sitting on his throne of women making gentle stroking motions while licking his disgusting lips. That is probably the sort of thing one might expect from being invaded and conquered by perverts, and yet...

"Ack! I'm late! I'm gonna be so late for school!"

Usagi bolted from her room clad in her school uniform. Now, one might expect that the description of this uniform might take note of the length of skirt. Very well. It was ankle long. No slits, no tricks. Just an ordinary ankle-length skirt. And her blouse? Loose fitting, not especially tight over the breasts and tucked into the top of her skirt without revealing a hint of navel. Its sleeves completely covered the arm from neck to wrist.

"It's your fault for sleeping in," Usagi's mother called as her daughter charged through the kitchen, snatched two slices of toast in her mouth and ran clear out the front door. Now, surely this more mature woman was wearing nothing but an apron. Right? Wrong! While she was wearing an apron she was also wearing pretty normal clothes underneath. "If you weren't such a lazybones, this wouldn't be a problem."

How strange, right? It almost seemed as though everyone was simply going about their business. The people Usagi passed by in the street were wearing ordinary clothes, behaving ordinarily. There wasn't any public groping, no sign of behaviour that our own world would find unusual. On the surface all seemed normal.

The first real change would become obvious when Usagi staggered into her room and fell into her seat just as the bell rang. The students all flipped the tops of their desks up, revealing a series of translucent flat screens which personally welcomed the students to class. As for other changes, let's turn to a professional.

"Good morning, everyone!" Miss Haruna chirped, waving excitedly at her students. Now, it must be admitted that her choice of attire was still professional, but veering a little towards the sort of thing you might be expecting. Tight office attire replete with black miniskirt and high heels. "Alright, today I'm going to explain how things work in the modern era!" she snorted. "Although I expect half of you know more about it than I do by now, my job is to fill in the blanks. Got it?"

"Yes, Miss Haruna!" the class responded automatically. The teacher drummed her fingers on the desk and smirked triumphantly.

"That's what I like to hear!" She clicked a button. On the flatscreens in front of every student, the same images and words started to appear. "Now. We have entered the most peaceful period of Earth's history." Images of soldiers, tanks, firearms, castle seiges, catapults and more besides flashed by. "We used to have these nasty things called wars that got a lot of people, especially young people like you, killed. We struggled for things like resources, prestige, pride and ideology. But then one day all of that changed when we, as a planet, joined the Extradimensional Cooperative Collective of Helpful Integration."

And now, as one, all of their screens were filled with block capital letters spelling it out: ECCHI.

"ECCHI controls a series of gateways to parallel worlds," Miss Haruna continued. "By joining with them we gain access to resources of perhaps thousands of worlds. Food, energy, labour, technology. Each world that joins becomes a peaceful paradise, so long as we cooperate with good intentions. They generally stay out of our internal governance so long as it doesn't interfere in our trading capacity, even though they could easily step in at any time and assume full control."

Now the teacher's attitude changed. Her hands slid down to her hips, and her breathing became shallower. Her eyes seeing off into the distance.

"There are some who say that after joining," she continued, wetting her lips as if in anticipation, "people began behaving in such <i>naughty</i> ways. They say that perverts can do almost anything they want without repercussions, and that ECCHI did something to make people that way." She sharply inhaled and shuddered. "I say that's nonsense. Paranoid conspiracy theories and nothing more... But apparently ECCHI requested we make you aware of them to promote transparency and - Usagi! No sleeping in class!"

You know what they say. The more things change, the more they... Then again, had things really changed all that much? Even though this world had been conquered, didn't its people seem broadly, mostly unchanged?

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It was a personal best. It took until three minutes into lunchtime before the first guy hit on her.

"Hey, cutie," some dork whispered, sneaking up behind Usagi and gently squeezing her left butt cheek. She felt a thrill of, by now, familiar pleasure and smiled. "Wanna find somewhere fun to... Uh..."

"No thanks," Usagi answered, smiling sweetly at him over her shoulder. "You're not my type."

"Bwuh?" the dork gulped. He pulled his hand away and stared at it in muted surprise. Usagi shrugged a little and walked away with a slight spring in her step, internally thanking him for the recharge and doing something most people didn't think she did: Thought about stuff.

Miss Haruna was wrong. ECCHI had done something to the world. They had changed it. Moulded it. Altered the rules in some way. A little down the corridor, she saw a boy standing in between two girls and running his hands up and down their hips while they, and everyone else around them, seemed completely oblivious. Over on the left there was a boy being pinned to a locker by a rather enthusiastic girl and kissed like their lives depended on it. Even though that girl was leagues above him and could get hotter by snapping her fingers.

At home she saw the same thing. Her mother was normal during the daytime, but Usagi had seen the catsuits, whips and manacles in her wardrobe (while looking for birthday gifts). Heck, even her annoying brother Shingo was always hanging out with girls from his class.

Yet nobody batted an eye at any of it. That was what people meant: Perverts can pretty much do whatever they want. They can make you feel good, really good more or less at will. They can project a sort of "don't mind me" field, and probably do other things besides. Not everyone liked this, not everyone appreciated it and it was completely possible to resist. If you really wanted to.

"Hi, Usagi!" her best friend Naru Osaka cheered, skipping up to her and glomping onto her arm.

"Hey, Naru," Usagi replied, sleepily. "You look really pretty today."

"I know. I can tell."

That wasn't arrogance or pride or anything like that from her redheaded friend. It was... Well, we'll get to that.

"Naru! Usagi! Go out with me!" asked a short boy with messy hair and thick, oh so thick glasses. "I don't mind which one, but please go out with me!"

The two girl sighed, tousled his hair and continued walking. "It's kind of sad," Usagi sighed. "He has absolutely no PP." Their code phrase for perverted power. "I think he really does like us for us. It's such a shame he's got nothing going for him, not looks or charm or even money."

"Yeah," Naru agreed, absently twirling a strand of hair. "But maybe with a little work, he could - Hey, don't look at me like that! You're the one that started with the feeling sorry for him thing!"

"Hey there," said a smooth operator stepping into their path. He pulled out a tray of cupcakes. "It appears as though I made too much lunch for myself today. Sweets for sweeties?"

Usagi wet her lips and reached out for one. This guy was definitely her type! But to her dismay Naru pulled her away while she whined like a lost puppy in the rain.

"Naru, I wasn't gonna do anything with him!" Usagi whispered. "As if that level of charm could get me into bed. I was just gonna take his cakes and make him give me a footrub!"


"I know!" Naru harshly whispered back. "Ugh, this is so frustrating. The one and only thing you can't do with your limitless PP is make yourself invisible. That sort of thing is why you keep getting hit on constantly!"

Yes, indeed. That was the way it was. Usagi had perverted power. A lot of it. As in, too much. Way too much. She couldn't actually properly control it or anything either. For example. A kind of pretty, big-chested girl just walked past her while trying to avoid all the boys. Trouble was, Usagi had noticed how pretty and big chested she was, and that alone was enough to make the girl stumble, turn towards Usagi and bite her lip.

"Excuse me," the girl said, shyly. "I was wondering if we could -"

Naru rolled her eyes and pulled Usagi into a run down the corridor. It was really the only way. Usagi's PP was so high that, well, it was sort of like a mirror: Anyone she looked at found her every bit as attractive as she found them. But it was more than that, too.

She could feel PP all around her. She could feel it being used, how strong it was. She could actively resist it, and if someone made the mistake of trying to use it on her she reflexively bounced it right back into them.

"Honestly, Usagi," Naru breathed, pinning her friend to the floor of a storage closet. "Why did a scatterbrained girl like you have to be the only one around with PP?" The redhead swallowed nervously. "Why did it have to be so powerful?"

Usagi responded by running her hands along Naru's hips, just where she liked it. "Nnrg! You could! Ah! Rule the school with this kind of power. Little miss popular, nobody could resist!"

"Well, I'm not going to do that," Usagi admonished, accidentally bringing Naru to multiple simultaneous orgasms by bringing her fingertips into direct contact with her friend's hips. "That would make me the bad guy! You know that I always wanted to be a superhero."

"A superhero?" Naru whined, slurring her words in aftershock. "Ah! And what supervillains will you fight? Your fellow perverts don't stand a chance against you."

Usagi rolled her eyes and blew into Naru's ear. It was so much fun teasing her friend like this that she couldn't help herself. "Eh, fellow perverts, I don't know if I <i>am</i> a pervert. Just because someone has big muscles doesn't mean they're a lunk. So just because I could make the entire class cum just by winking, doesn't make me a perv."

"Sssooo what doooo you intend to do?" Naru half asked, half drooled.

"It's a big multiverse out there," Usagi whispered to her friend's ear, then let loose a lecherous grin. "But I still can't control this power... Which means I'm going to need a little extra training."


  1. Cue Usagi becoming Sailor Moon.
  2. ECCHI is fully aware of Usagi's destiny and seek to exploit it.
  3. Beryl takes in the state of things, adjusts her plans accordingly.
  4. What about the other Senshi?
  5. Something else

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