Honestly. You send out a youma to do a simple little task like draining some idiotic mortal's energy, and then they don't report in at the expected time. It made a willing servant of evil despair sometimes, really it did.
So, here he was. Assuming the guise of a tall, handsome human male wearing a smart-dressed suit strolling down their pathetic pavement in search of a sign of his errant youma. It seemed unlikely that it had been killed, and it would rather die than be captured. These humans seemed too oblivious to notice magic. Why, look at them walking by: All of their women stopped to gaze, just for a small glimpse at the supernaturally handsome man strolling among them.
Really now. It was quite pathetic. So easily deceived by mere appearances, when anyone with half a decent magic sense would be able to tell there was something wrong right away! Which might beg the question of why he would take such a risk, but that was rather the point. He wanted to be noticed by those sensitive to magic so that they would try something foolish. They would underestimate him, and then he would kill them. Or capture them. Or corrupt them. Whichever took his mood at the time.
He stopped at a clearing. This was the last known place the youma had been before suddenly vanishing. There were definite traces of magic in the air, but not the sort that he recognised. Peculiar. Yet there was nothing to do about it for now. All he could do was take a walk, look around and try to figure out what was really going on.
Although that hardly seemed like the best idea. If not for his innate sense of direction, he could easily get lost in a city like this. It was big, open, lots of apes walking upright. None of them bright enough to recognise the threat that walked among them, therefore too many to talk to in hopes of finding a useful shred of data. Irritating. Annoying. He might have to scour the city if he was to have the slightest hope of locating -
"Oh! Hi, boss!" yelled a woman wearing a short, tiny dress that barely hid anything worth hiding. She was waving at him with one hand, while her other arm was snugly nestled around that of a mortal's. "Teehee! It's good to see you again, Master North!"
Master North. Not his codename, Mister Bloom. But Master North, Demon General of the Unholy Compass. All of a sudden North was developing what he had heard humans call a 'headache'. Best thing to do was cast a spell of ignorance around them, and get down to business with his AWOL youma.
"Uh, hi?" the buffoonish man clinging to her said, scratching the back of his head like the ape he truly was. "So, you're her boss or something? I don't really get how this works."
He ignored the man and stared at the youma. Magic. Dripping with it. Unfamiliar transformative magic that has sapped her mind and transformed her body. It appears to have been some manner of corruptive sex magic. Potentially infectious. North kept his distance and analysed the nature of this magic carefully before proceeding.
"You were late," he said plainly. "Why did you not call?"
"Oh! Sorry, totes forgot!" the youma replied. No sign of fear or desperation for having failed him when he could so easily snuff her out of existence... Or usually would be able to. That spell cast upon her could be quite troublesome if he handled it wrong. "Was s'pposed to be draining en ar gee, teehee."
"Yes, quite. Tell me, how did you get distracted, precisely?"
"She got hit by Sailor Moon," the human said with a shrug. North turned towards him as if he were a rock that had spoken out of turn. "Um... She did some new freaky attack that transformed her into this babe? Please don't eat me."
"Young man, I have no intention of eating you," North said, matter of factly. "You would give me the most awful indigestion. As for you, young lady -"
Then, out of nowhere, the youma spun her male charge around on the spot and kissed him. She even went so far as to dip him. The man's eyes went wide open, but he didn't struggle in the least. North felt like he really should be interrupting this: His subordinate was fraternising with a lowly human while on duty right before his very eyes.
That was, until he felt it. The energy flowing out of the man and directly into her. It was rather... Potent. Different from life force, not quite as vibrant but certainly still useful. What was more, it seemed as though she already had a store of this kind of energy built up within her before she had even begun! Remarkable! Yet, it also made sense. His youma had been building up and storing...
"Lust energy," North concluded with a modicum of disgust. "I see. How fitting for your new form. You've been discreetly draining lust energy both from him and other mere mortals who observe you."
Cunning, in its own way. North did not care in the least for the lives of the humans and would be quite content with draining away their life energies. However... Draining lust energies instead had its own advantages. It would not be as potent, would require a hell of a lot more to make up the difference, but at the same time you could hit the same targets repeatedly. In fact, multiple targets at once. While they would certainly be groggy for a time, you could quite easily make up that difference very rapidly. In particular with a youma behaving like an airheaded, sex-mad ditz.
There was just one small problem with this plan: the potentially infectious nature of the transformation spell that the youma was labouring under made it rather unwise to try to actually utilise that energy in any kind of productive way. Oh, well. What a shame. North really didn't have much choice but to eliminate this youma before the corruption spread to himself or others -
"Mmm..." the youma cooed. "Why doncha tell boss all about Sailor Moon, handsome?"
"Sailor Moon...?" the human answered, groggily. "Uh... She and the Sailors are a team of superheroes. They... Uh, save people fr-from monsters and stuff."
North stopped charging up his attack and summoned the energy back into himself. An eyebrow quirked, and he watched the youma reach inside the human's shirt and toy with his chest using the palm of her hand, while pressing her impressive mammary glands up against his side.
"A team?" North asked. "How many?"
"F-Five, I think," the human answered. Typical. The mere human could not even perform simple mathematics. "Maybe more, I'm not sure."
Interesting, interesting... The youma may have transformed into a worthless bimbo, but it was still using its skills to assist them in any way that it could. While North himself would normally prefer pain-related torments, it was true enough that mortals were often controlled by their reproductive needs. He could not rely on the youma to drain energy any longer, but perhaps she might still be of use as an interrogator?
Although, that little tidbit of information did warn him of something else: Namely, that Sailor Moon might well be infected by the same kind of curse that had befallen the youma. In which case, the safest course of action to take would be to eliminate Sailor Moon and any other sources of bimbo corruption that he located. Not for the good of humanity, mind. Merely as a means to prevent the spread of this corruption to his own kind. And nothing more.
Because when all was said and done, Sailor Moon might prove to be the greatest threat his kind might ever face.
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"Usagi, look over there!"
"Huh?" the blonde haired-ditz gasped. She got out of her seat and began searching around the room. "Where? Over where? What am I looking for? Um..."
Off she wandered on a fruitless search, while Makoto and Ami took seats on either side of Minako. To this particular love-obsessed girl, it seemed kind of cute that these two were trying something out... But it was also a little weird the way they were watching over Usagi as she leaned over to examine the underside of a table.
"Um, guys?" Minako finally asked. "Something I can help you with?"
"Yo, Mina..." Makoto slowly said. "You don't think there's totes something wrong with Usagi, right?" Minako looked at her. Totes? A little weird hearing that sort of language from Makoto. "She's all, you know. Cutesie. Ditzier than normal and stuff."
"What Makoto means is..." Ami coughed. "Have you noticed anything weird about Usagi today?"
Now that question certainly wasn't what Minako was expecting. She looked between the two of them. Her friends who were secretly dating, and gosh it was so obvious the more that she thought about it. Staring after a third friend. Asking if there was 'anything weird' about her. Was that supposed to be some sort of innuendo? Or was she reading into things too much?
"No question of it," Ami tutted. "I'm quite certain her, um..." She glanced down shyly at her own chest, and whispered, "bosom has definitely grown larger since we got here."
"Yeah, I'd say you're probably right..." Makoto trailed off. "Definitely bigger."
Huh? What? The two of them were watching Usagi's boobs that closely? No, this had to be a misunderstanding of some sort. There had to be a reason that the two of them were staring so intensely after Usagi, so Minako snapped her fingers in front of their faces to get their attention.
"Mind filling me in on what's going on?" Minako huffed. The two of them looked at each other awkwardly. Almost like they were inventing a lie to tell her. "Well?"
"We don't know yet," Makoto admitted. "But something's, like, weird about Usagi. And stuff?"
"It might be nothing," Ami suggested. "On the other hand, it's better to be safe than sorry. Could you help us keep an eye on her so we can work out what's going on?"
What's going on? Minako frowned. What's going on is that these two were trying to lure Usagi into a threesome! Being so shy and vague about it, staring so obviously after Usagi like that and a third thing she couldn't think of right now. It was so clear! It was obvious! As plain as the nose on someone else's face. Because Minako's nose was too cute to be plain, but <i>anyway</i>! She had to give these two a piece of her mind, or at least get this sorted out right away!
"Found it!" Usagi triumphantly declared. "Like, tadah and stuff, teehee!"
All three of them turned to look, and what they saw was Usagi Tsukino sitting on top of a unicorn.
"But... How did she...?" Ami began to ask. Then decided she was probably better off not knowing the answer. Just this one time. The genius decided there and then that, paradoxically, knowing how Usagi found a unicorn and was able to bring it inside the school cafeteria without anyone raising a fuss would make her understand less about the universe than she already knew.
- The Unicorn is here to help them deal with the new enemy.
- North comes up with a plan to lure out the Sailors.
- Makoto's starting to go bimbo, bit by bit.
- The Unicorn is incidental to the plot, but is now being influenced by the panties.
- Something else.
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