Story: Real World Sailor Moon

A busty blonde babe wearing a sundress walks confidently through Tokyo International Airport. Looking at her, just about anyone would probably speculate that she was a harmless yet cute chick. I mean, look at her. She was wearing heart-shaped sunglasses and chewing bubble gum. The only threat she seemed to pose to anyone was to their marriage.

Yet this was Minako Aino. Sailor V, returned from Europe. And even before transforming she was by far the most dangerous woman any of them had laid eyes on. She could break their hearts or their bodies in the blink of an eye and make it look <i>so hot</i>.

Outside the airport she took a deep, deep breath. "Home," she sighed. She stepped forward, leaned backwards, lifted her leg and stuck out her thumb.

Five taxicabs, a pickup truck and a helicopter all surrounded her, and the pilots to each leaned out and yelled, in unison, "Want a ride?"

Minako smirked and climbed inside the helicopter. "You really should not abuse your... Power like that," her handbag said. The pilot boggled at it, then got distracted by an inch of additional thigh getting revealed when Minako sat down. Although that wasn't half as surprising as suddenly seeing her pussy pop out of her handbag, looking irate.

The little white cat stared at the helicopter pilot with utter disdain. That is to say, a cat's neutral expression. "Ahem! Meow. Meow, meow!"

Minako stroked Artemis, then crossed her legs. "Eyes ahead, soldier," she said. The pilot seemed to get the idea and tore his eyes off of her to make sure they didn't do a little thing like, say, for example, crash and die in a rather horrible manner. Actually, Minako was testing out something. "Could you give me a better view of the neighborhood?" she asked, running a pen nervously around her lips.

This could be quite a bad thing. Ever since becoming Sailor V, Minako had become... Hot. Supernaturally hot. She'd had girlfriends, boyfriends and sometimes both at once. But the funny thing was that they came and went like the turning of the tide, and it took her a while to figure out why that was. For some reason, her sex appeal skyrocketed when there were youma about.

The pattern held every time. She beats a youma, people lose interest in her. Then one shows up, and before she even knows about it virtually everyone is scoping her out and she could wrap a chaste monk around her little finger even while wearing something as unsexy and unflattering as an oversized garbage bag.

So the fact that she was hit on virtually the second she landed in Japan was sending up more than a couple of warning flags.

She looked down at the streets of Azabu-Juuban and frowned. "You know, it's a shame that I can't sense magic," Minako mused aloud. "But... I feel that. There's definitely magic in the air. Can you see it?"

"Yeah..." the pilot sighed wistfully. Okay, maybe not the best person to ask.

"Land me somewhere nearby," Minako instructed. "I need to take a look around."

He obeyed without a second thought. The signs kept on getting worse and worse. She was certain of it now. Throughout her travels in Europe, she'd never seen such an intense concentration of likely youma activity. Her instincts bringing her back to Japan were more than a bullseye, it was an outright miracle. When the helicopter landed she kissed the pilot on the cheek and scooted out, uncertain exactly where she ought to go, but certain she simply had to go... Somewhere.

"We have to find the others," Artemis complained from the bag. "Something big is happening, and we must be ready for it."

Right. The others. A bunch of rookies she had to take care of. Train up. Teach from her experience. The only question was how to find them? Somehow Minako suspected that her little white kitty was holding out on her, and that wasn't something she could permit any -

"Whooooa!"

All of a sudden she had stepped through the pavement. There wasn't a hole or anything; it was as if the ground itself had momentarily turned into air, or more likely a portal taking her to parts unknown. Anyone else going through this bizarre freefall would have panicked, others might have braced themselves for impact. Not her. Instead, Minako brought it out. Her handy new transformation pen! This would take a little getting used to, but there really was no time like the present to get used to her new powers.

"Venus power, make up!"

The transformation was a little bit different from her Sailor V change. For one, no mask. For another, the raw power she was feeling was on a whole other level already. Still, she was experienced enough to know that underestimating whatever was on the other side was a fool's game. She had to be ready. For absolutely anything!

"Hey, cool Sailor Venus cosplay! Can I take a picture?"

"...Uh?" Sailor Venus asked. Well... Okay? She had not expected to materialise in the middle of a busy street, full of ordinary people who for some reason looked like they were in way more detail and not just the people but the pavement, the sky, the buildings, her arm...

"I'm sorry, but... Where exactly am I?" she nervously asked.

"Mrrroooow!" Artemis yowled, for once sounding just like a perfectly ordinary cat. Oh, but Minako. If only you knew.

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When you get right down to it, "evil" basically amounts to "self interest above all other things". This seems a little simplistic, but really now. How else can you define it? An evil being will disproportionately put their own personal interests above absolutely everything else, quite often including the happiness and/or wellbeing of others.

The Four Generals were unquestionably evil. They loved being evil. It was fun. You could do things without having to worry about the consequence. It was just that, well, something was bothering one of them. Jedite was brooding in a dark corner. He never usually broods in a dark corner. That was more Nephrite's deal, at least as far as he was concerned. Yet there he was. Unable to help it. The issue was simply bothering him far, far too much to ignore.

"Well, it's not like you to go brooding in a dark corner," Zoisite sniffed. "That's really more Kunzite's speed, I always thought. Ah, don't tell me - you are off put by our glorious Queen's new instructions. They confuse you regarding our goals and our long-term plans?"

"Yes," Jedite admitted. "Those are concerns I have, but that is not what I am considering at this moment in time. Perhaps you... No, forget it. You don't have the wherewithal to figure this out."

"Try me," Zoisite sneered. "You never know, do you? Maybe a fresh perspective will bring a few thoughts to light."

Screw it, why not? Jedite scowled. "We're evil. Yes?" Zoisite nods. "That means we've all had that thought sometime or other: Take the energy source for ourselves. Yet none of us make a move, none of us try to lure Queen Beryl into a trap. It's not because we're loyal, and we all have free will. So why?"

"Because that woman's lips could entice the skin off an egg, and her body could then be used to fry its contents," Zoisite said. "For even the remotest chance of tapping that, I would crawl belly first over an ocean of lava. I should think this was obvious."

"It is," Jedite said, "And it's exactly my point. Why is she sending us out, wasting everyone's time, when her real first move should be to ingratiate herself into high society and use that same level of supernatural sex appeal to ensnare the souls of a dozen world leaders in a single week. She'd have all the energy we'd need inside of a month, instead of all this... messing around."

"She's too smart not to have noticed that..." Zoisite mused. "So there must be a reason she can't do so. There must be a tactical advantage to having us around, otherwise she'd do exactly what you just suggested. Nobody would be able to stop her."

Right. And that was what troubled him. Even being this suspicious, he'd still throw himself on a sword if it meant catching a glimpse of that glorious cleavage for his dying moments. It bothered him. It bugged him. To a truly impossible degree.

"Not to mention, if we know who these girls are then we should be taking advantage of their loved ones, not wooing them!" Jedite further complained. "Make no mistake, I shall be following her command. But attempting to comprehend this strategy seems lunacy! It is as though she's being guided by whim instead of an end goal."

Having said his piece, Jedite turned around and leaned against the wall again. What was it? What was he missing? And that lecture about hentai tropes, could that bizarre modern magic truly work the wonders she promised?

"We drew straws while you were sulking," Zoisite said. "I shall tackle Ami. Nephrite, Makoto. Kunzite, Minako when she arrives. And you have Rei."

"The priestess," Jedite observed. "Very well. I have just the trope in mind for her. I shall move at dawn. You have fun with the nerd, Zoisite. I'm certain that wallflower will be tremendously entertaining for you."

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Kotori's eyes were rolling back in her head. Her naked body wriggled and writhed at the gentle, selfless touch of the blue-haired nerd whose face was quite thoroughly entrenched between her thighs. The girl from the real world was on her knees, clutching at her breasts and moaning in a more wanton manner than she ever had before... Well, before Beryl, at least.

"Oh, it's like a dream come true!" Kotori yelled. "I knew it! I always knew it! An anatomy freak like Ami knows just what to do with her tooooongue!"


Ami pulled away just long enough to say, "Th-thank you? I think... Um... Does this feel good?"

What was a more complete answer? Kotori's violently bucking hips, or the deep, throaty "Yes!" that she repeated ten times in a row? Neither one of them really knew. Regardless, Kotori was but a girl from the real world. Compared to someone in a hentai setting her stamina simply couldn't stand a chance. Even world-class athletes from the real world would be worn down by the intensity of even a virgin's first time in a hentai-ruled universe.

Kotori toppled over, breathing ragged and sweat dripping from her brow.

"Got to... Make you submit..." Kotori whispered. "Queen Beryl... So much hotter than you! Nnng! Need to... Make you submit for her!"


Oh dear, now Ami really was troubled. Not just that Kotori could still be under the Dark Kingdom's influence, but also that she had found that far too easy. Ami knew exactly how shy she was under normal conditions, the idea that even with the influence of hentai tropes she could be led to doing this to another girl, and not only being so good at it but enjoying getting that girl off so much <i>she'd also gotten off...</i> Well, that was quite the eye-opening experience.

"Describe her to me," Ami demanded. "If you want me to submit to this Queen Beryl, then I'll need more detail. As much as you can manage. Everything you can think of."

1. Minako's in the real world! What havoc shall she bring?
2. Back with Usagi and Mamoru.
3. Makoto and Rei have a completely innocent, not remotely sexualised slumber party. Or, that was the plan.
4. Ami continues her interrogation of Kotori.
5. Something else