There are certain things that are cliche to the point of redundancy within the hentai genre. For example, let's play a little game. If I said the words "magical girl" and "hentai" to you, what's the third topic that would immediately come to mind?
Answer: Tentacles.
It sounds ridiculous, but the moment that a tentacled creature of any kind gets involved, it appears like any magical girl becomes utterly helpless. The heroine may have defeated a mighty dark lord, or kicked the ass of a dozen minions a second ago, yet the mighty tentacle monster will instantly turn them helpless. No matter their power, no matter their fearsomeness, the mighty tentacle is the kryptonite of japanese schoolgirls everywhere.
But why tentacles, you may ask? Well, that comes down to Japan's squeamishness about showing actual genitals in their porn. They need something phallic? No penis! Only tentacle! Thus these long wiggly limbs of suspicious shape are a replacement for male readers to feel empowered. To imagine themselves as the ones who take strong and mighty warriors and turned them into bundles of lust oh so easily.
"Ew! Gross!"
Fortunately, Usagi Tsukino was a little too dense to know basically any of the above. Hence, instead of paralysing fear about what fate was about to befall her she immediately reacted by dropkicking the tentacle youma clear across the hi-tech living room without even transforming.
The youma in fact bounced off the ground like putty, rolled around and got back up with a wide grin on its toothy maw.
“Oh, that almost hurt. Bad luck, I am basically made of rubber.” The monster raised its many tentacles high into the air, ready to strike at a moments notice.
"Moon prism -" Usagi began, but then a tentacle found its way around her wrist and flung her up against a wall. The Senshi of the Moon flinched at the pain, having never quite gotten used to being hit like this.
"Anything else you wanna say before I stuff this bad boy down your slutty throat?" the youma asked, licking her cheek while a tentacle slid down her collar leaving a thick slime trail and - to Usagi' s surprise and horror - an intense feeling of sexual arousal.
"Open fridge," Usagi said. And then the fridge door popped open, wacking the youma across the room. She then looked across the floor. She'd dropped her broach when that thing grabbed her - there it was! Usagi quickly scooted across, but felt her ankle grabbed and herself tripped up, landing with her fingertips inches away.
"Naughty naughty," the youma taunted, grabbing her foot and lifting her up into the air with a tentacle. "Maybe I ought to take this more seriously, huh?"
Cue Usagi enacting shounen protagonist move number 5: When in doubt, bite the enemy. This tactic was surprisingly effective, as the youma suddenly screamed in pain and dropped Usagi down onto the floor, leaving her ample time to clamour across the floor and -
Ooooh, something felt weird. For a moment there Usagi's head swam. Heat blossomed in the pit of her stomach like an old friend, and then spread across her body. It was... a nice feeling. Of course, this was another hentai trope related to tentacles: Having them drip with aphrodisiac.
"Here!" Luna yelled, batting the broach into her hand. "Quickly, transform!"
"R-Right! Moon Prism Power Up!"
“Oh, so the boss was right, you really are one of the Senshi.” The tentacle youma said, looking at her less like she were a dangerous enemy and more like a tasty snack. “Hmm.. I am going to enjoy making you into a breeding sow.”
Sailor Moon quickly put her hands on her hips, then slid them up into an approximation of a battle pose. Alright. She'd fought a few of these things by now. It was kind of weird that it was <i>in her own home</i> and <i>knew that she was Sailor Moon</i> but one problem at a time.
Another problem was that - for some reason - her story had changed so that it was necessary to lewd the enemy into submission and, ew gross! Look at this guy! Green and slimy with long slithering tentacles instead of fingers. If she had to deal with bad guys, why couldn’t they at least be pretty boys who wanted to conquer Earth or something? She would be willing to sacrifice herself to right these!
"In the name of the Moon, I will punish you!" she said, waving her arms about in what she hoped was a vaguely threatening way.
"I very much doubt that," the tentacle youma chuckled. "Come on, aren't you curious? Where is the rest of the Tsukino family?"
This was another hentai trope in motion, though Usagi didn't recognise it: The powerful woman forced into compliance because those she cared for were in some kind of trouble. Made to face humiliation at the hands of another to protect these she cared for. Then slowly, methodically, broken down by sheer unrelenting addictive pleasure until that was all she cared about.
"What did you do to them?" Sailor Moon's eyes narrowed. "If you've hurt them..."
"Why don't you head upstairs to check?" the youma hissed. "I'm not in a hurry, so go ahead and take a look."
Now, Usagi wasn't entirely on the up and up about hentai tropes, but she sure as hell knew about general fiction tropes. Using the family as a hostage is exactly the sort of thing that happened all the time in fiction. She gulped. This was the reason for the secret identity in the first place. This was bad. Really, really bad! The hero usually wound up getting caught up in something terrible within such plots, and she couldn't think of a good way to resolve it. The only thing she could do was at least see what sort of condition her family was in before she did anything.
She hurried up the stairs. The tentacle youma flipped up her skirt as she went up, causing Sailor Moon to nearly jump out of her skin. "Nice! Very nice!" the youma chuckled. "I'll get to know those thighs in better detail later on."
"As if I'll let you!" Sailor Moon replied, then picked up the pace. To her great surprise the first room that she picked was the one her dorky little brother, Shingo, slept in. What might she find in there when she pushed open the door? She dreaded finding out. Sailor Moon swallowed nervously and then -
Nearly lost an eye when something sharp and metal and pointy flew right past her head!
“Hah, another one? Want to join your stupid frie-” Her little brother’s head poked out from behind the room’s holographic curtains. "Oh, h-hey there Sailor Moon! Man, you're just in time, I think these creeps were trying to abduct my big sister! Man, thank goodness... Now that you're here, I don't have to worry about her - Uh, don't tell her I said that."
Sailor Moon's eyes darted across to the closet. There was a smaller version of the youma from downstairs hanging in there, its tentacles tied in knots around the hanger inside. It sort of looked like a dog crossed with a squid, in fact.. it was even whimpering now that she was listening..
Did this count as animal abuse?
"Oh, when it tried to grab me I asked the closet to 'put my shirt away'," Shingo explained.
"Uh... Huh..." Sailor Moon nodded. "Okay, you seem to have this in hand. Good work citizen! Now I shall check on your parents. Uh, don't open the door for anyone until I come back."
Woah, this was weird. Was she feeling a swelling of pride for Shingo? Really? That dork contained that mini-youma? No, not really. It was more like the advanced tech had done it for him. And that probably wouldn't work on the bigger guy.
"Oh... Oh dearest, this was the best idea you've ever had!" moaned the sound of her mother from her parent's bedroom. "Attaching that thing to the milking machine for an endless stream of aphrodisiac... We'll be rich off this stuff!"
"Not opening that door for love nor - Wait, aphrodisiac?!"
Also, since when did they have a milking machine? What sort of secrets did her parents have from her? This was starting to get scary in entirely different ways than Usagi had originally expected!
"Ahaha! You're white as a sheet and shaking like a leaf! Did my offspring leave them in such an awful state?" the tentacle youma taunted and jeered, reclining in her father's favourite chair while drinking something expensive looking. "To start with, I would like you to kiss it better. Where you bit me. Take any action to kill me and my offspring will know."
“Because of you, I have heard things about my parents that I never wanted to hear! In the name of the Moon, you are so freaking dead!” Sailor Moon raised her wand and without further ado cast her attack. “Moon Healing Escalation!”
"Wait, that's not how this is meant to -" And then the tentacle youma exploded. As in, actually exploded. Leaving chunks of tentacle all over the living room. Sailor Moon twitched a bit at the sight. Ooh, boy. Her mother was going to pitch a fit about this! Or get the AI to clean it up.
Either way she was now drenched in this gunk. This gooy green gunk that was... making her feel the need to sit down all of a sudden. Oh gosh, but she was flush. Everything was kind of tickling and her head was feeling like someone had replaced her brain with cotton candy. Soft and sweet and kind of vapid.
“Sailor Moon! Are you alright?”
Something went click inside her head. Ah. Her mate had arrived. Correction: Her love interest was here. Correction: A nice hard dick was here. Sailor Moon pounced on the Tuxedo clad gentleman, and the two of them very swiftly learned that tentacle gunk's properties don't discriminate based on gender.
- The other Sailors are also being attacked by Hentai themed youma.
- Ami arrives at the Tsukino place to try to warn Sailor Moon
- Turns out the tentacle youma isn't quite dead yet, it merely pretended to be Tuxedo Mask.
- Something else
No comments:
Post a Comment