Sunday, 4 September 2016

Story: Blonde Ami


One moment Makoto was walking through the street with an idiot wannabe superhero. One might say that everything was normal at this point, yet that would be a rather transparent lie. On the other hand things were about to get even less normal than before.

It hit her like a bolt from the blue. She was rolling her eyes at some inane platitude Herosagi had said about duty and responsibility. Then it happened. Her eyes fell on this blonde-haired copy of her friend and suddenly Makoto felt something she'd never felt before.

"An old woman in need of crossing the street!" Herosagi exclaimed, then charged off to help said old woman cross the road. Checking she was okay, taking her time, keeping her steady and making sure traffic could see she was there. Makoto watched that selfless action, and in the pit of her stomach she felt something new, exciting, horrible and wonderful.

That girl is pure. She must be made dirty.

The thought made her lick her lips in spite of herself. It was a naughty thought. Such a naughty, bad, wicked thought: Herosagi "helping" others using her body. Posing seductively for erotic calendars because they had no more models. Helping keep girls in a hot spring from being peeked on, by providing something easier for boys to leer over and take pictures of. Normally she would not think such things about her friends. Makoto was loyal to them. Honest, full of integrity. She was the kind of person to protect those she cared for most.  And yet, that idea was the most erotic thing she'd ever thought of.

"Come, Makoto! Let us make haste! Minako is no doubt in need of our assistance!"

"R-Right!"

Okay. Fight it down. This is probably a side effect of the wishing rock, or something like that. Maybe someone said something careless or stupid around it that got interpreted as a wish, who knows, who cares when Herosagi had such a nice pair of legs.

"Makoto! Get ahold of yourself! That wall has done no evil!"

"Thank ooo!" Makoto slurred. She stepped back in line with Herosagi in an attempt to stop herself from leering. Look anywhere but at her directly. That ought to do it. Right? Whatever was going on, she wasn't going to succumb to it and try to trick this cute, innocent girl into running around town wearing nothing but a string bikini and a smile, and the best way to avoid that would be to avoid looking directly at the sexy little hero as much as possible.

Which led to her watching everyone else instead. Makoto didn't mean to, really. She was just... looking at people. Wearing such boring clothes that covered up their bodies. Even the pretty ones. The cute guys and the sexy chicks. It seemed so stifling. Like, they were all being so prudish when they could so easily be more free! Makoto clenched her fists, deliberately pressing her nails directly into the palms of her hand. Uh uh! Cut that out now! Look them in the eyes, not at their bodies!

Their eyes...

Their eyes... Were giving the pair of them funny looks. Makoto blinked. Huh! Looking at the two of them like they were a pair of freaks. Nasty freaks, nasty slutty freaks who - Grk! This time she bit her tongue to make it stop and returned to her chain of thought. Herosagi was strolling down the street with her hands on her hips. Dressed like that. Dressed like Sailor Moon.

Oh. Right. That was a pretty good point, actually. Funny! Makoto was so used to being nonchalantly around Sailor Moon that it didn't really dawn on her that it was weird to do so. Anyone else would kind of freak out a bit at hanging out with a sexy, pretty superhero who really shouldn't hide those tits behind -

"Makoto, are you well?" Herosagi asked. "You just trod on your own foot."

"I'm fine," Makoto groused. "Listen, I've been thinking. Maybe you should wear something else?"

"I should?" Herosagi replied, blinking in confusion. "To what end?"

"You're drawing attention to yourself," Makoto explained, quietly. Although drawing attention to oneself was hardly the sort of thing she wanted to dissuade, it should be for the right reasons. She stopped to consider. Yes, nothing sexual about that, that thought made sense. "Listen... If Minako sees you like that, she might freak out. Or if she's in trouble the bad guys might react do something terrible. We ought to get you some new clothes."

"Fine thinking!" Herosagi declared. She stood up tall and pointed up towards the sky, while her other hand remained in place on her hip. "Onwards! To the clothing store! Ahem! I shall rely upon you to direct my apparel!"

"Okay," Makoto agreed. Yes. That's right. A slight detour for - for Minako's sake. Certainly not because a clothing store was probably the best place to start corrupting someone to become an exhibitionist. Or anything. Perish the thought! Even if the possibilities did make Makoto lick her lips exactly like a pervert who was intending to do exactly that.


  1. Makoto begins corrupting Herosagi. Or tries to at any rate.
  2. They run into Minako and/or some of strippers.
  3. Ami makes yet another wish.
  4. Pervert Usagi grabs the rock and makes some wishes.
  5. Something else

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