"Mars Sexual Inferno!"
Imagine what it would be like being on a spaceship flying directly into the sun. Imagine the rapidly rising warmth. Imagine that heat. Imagine the light. Imagine it encompassing your vision, the flames growing in size until they seem almost infinite. The heat suffocating you, all-engulfing until it feels like your very body is also on fire.
Then in the blink of an eye, it's over. The heat is gone. The light died down. And in front of you is the single sexiest being you've ever laid eyes upon.
"Huh, that didn't seem to do anything," Sailor Mars said.
“Ugh..” Minako said from the sidelines, jaw having dropped and eyes wide open as she stared at.. honestly there wasn’t even a word in the japanese language for how.. arousing this sight was. Shit, this was like chocolate for the eyes, like a rainbow of colours and beauty, like the finest meal in a 5 star restaurant. Just you know, a hundred times better.
And all that she was doing was standing there. In her perfectly normal Sailor Mars outfit. The only difference was that she almost seemed to be glowing. Radiantly. It felt like she was a moth staring at a flame. No other way to call it. Sailor Mars was hot, hot, hot!
Worth noting, though. The girls hadn't really noticed how their Sailor outfits had been modified due to a perception filter put in place by Libra. As such, Sailor Mars' "normal" outfit now consisted of her usual high heels, her usual skirt with a slit up one side, and instead of a leotard she now had flames covering her breasts. Well, no. Not actually fire. More like, mid-nineties CGI fire. You know, it looks kind of like plastic, like it's not actually there at all.
Sailor Mars then put her hand on her hip and leaned back a little, standing in front of her friends tow a forty five degree angle (or thereabouts, it's not like a protractor was taken to her. Not that Ami was above doing such a thing). A pose not entirely unlike what she'd normally be like at the end of her transformation sequence.
"I... I think the attack, uh, improved your appeal," Makoto said to Rei's right thigh. Which she was staring at as if it were a chicken thigh, and she'd skipped lunch.
“Appeal? What do you mean?” Rei raised a single delicate eyebrow in question, then folded her arms under chest chest, pushing her breasts up and making them seem quite a bit bigger than they were.
Minako mopped at her brow. Was it her imagination or was it getting really warm in here? Actually, scratch that, she wasn't speaking metaphorically at all. It was actually warming up in here! She silently tried to adjust the tightness of her top a little, oh.. Maybe she should have brought something to cool herself along.
"Whew, you know it really is kind of warm in here isn't it?" Sailor Mars asked. She reached out for a glass of water and quickly downed it. "Yech! Did this come from the hot water tap? That was about as refreshing as a bowl of peppers."
“Ahh..” Minako said, wiping her forehead and noticing that she was also sweating quite a bit. Wow, this was pretty bad.. but if this was all that she had to deal with it should be easy enough. Sure, Rei was hot right now, both in the literal and metaphorical way. But she wouldn’t get beaten up just because of that.
"Oops!" Sailor Mars gasped. She'd gone and poured herself another glass of water - and accidentally emptied the pitcher all over herself.. Oh gosh was that steam coming off her? "Could one of you get me a towel?" Now she was fanning herself down and trying to wipe off the water with her hands.
This was about the point where Minako reached to unbutton something - and then realised that she was actually standing in the room naked, and sweating like a stuck pig on a spit. Oh! That's what was going on!
"Rei, you're hot!" Minako said.
"Uh, thanks?" Sailor Mars said.
"No, no. I mean...appeal is making you actually hotter! You're actually getting warmer the sexier you get!"
“Wait.. so if I look hot, I get hotter?” Sailor Mars asked, seemingly baffled by the revelation as she tried to wave some fresh air to herself. “That sounds stupid, especially since I am not immune to the heat. I feel like I'm trapped in a sauna, here.”
Which would be bad because then she'd pass out. This didn't seem all that useful as an attack. It would likely distract the enemy quite a bit, but the heat would be difficult to exploit without also hurting Sailor Mars and... were those fake looking flames in front of her breasts starting to glow brighter or was it just Minako's imagination? No, no, definitely glowing brighter. In fact, they were glowing so bright they were starting to turn transpa-
Minako whimpered in a quite pathetic way, and so did Makoto...
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From where Libra was sitting the girls were coming along quite nicely. It had taken a bit of work, a bit of acting, but the purity of their princess only made everything easier. Now the girls were exploring their new abilities, seeming completely oblivious to how they were corrupting themselves into lewdness. And they were even enjoying themselves on top of everything else!
Not that this point particularly mattered to him. Because this was all part of his plan to corrupt them, corrupt the world and become the unquestioned ruler of this system. Rule through sex, orgies everywhere, all the fetishes you could imagine and a few more! This was all a selfish play, he was only helping them fight these order guys because they wouldn’t let him have fun either!
If he repeated it enough in his mind, maybe he would even fool himself.
Now, the main point that did concern Libra was the one in charge of Cleaner and Soldier. The so-called masters of order. So called in his own mind because they hadn't even given a proper name to themselves yet. Honestly it was kind of a lame name anyway, but - Distractions! Those two were pretty powerful, they could have easily swung things the other way if not for Libra's timely intervention.
Though again, this wasn't concern for his new fr- new agents of lust and licentiousness, no no. It was, ahem, merely concern that they might intrude upon his plans. Impose so much order that lust didn't have the time of day. That was literally his one and only concern.
So improving their combat abilities and erotic powers was perfectly sensible. He didn’t want them to lose, didn’t want them to be turned into mindless office drones or soldiers or something along these lines. Because that wouldn’t be sexy at all.
More importantly, he needed to find out who this villain was, and then bring the fight to them. Beating up minions was pointless if the big bad could just keep sending out more. It wasn’t like they would alway be conveniently nearby for them to fight.
So his perverted little mind started turning to the battle ahead. Who knew what his counterpart was planning and plotting at this very moment? Who knew what manner of devious schemes were being detailed right that second? The fiend was out there. Preparing. Organising. And even Libra couldn't imagine what horrors he might be preparing to unleash next.
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"All in favour of 'Masters of Order'?"
Five of the uniforms raised their sleeve. Four kept it down.
"All opposed?"
They reversed which were raised, and which lowered.
"The motion carries. Our new organisation name is Masters of Order." He gently tapped a gavel against a sounding block on his desk, and carefully filed away the documents on his desk. "We shall have the brand change implemented following the meeting. What is our next item on the agenda?"
Of course, he knew that full well already, but there was an order to proceedings. It wouldn't be right if he skipped a step.
“Sir, next on the agenda is the report on the current situation with the planet’s guardians.”
Yes, of course it was. He nodded his agreement to begin the report, and began taking notes.
“Here is what we last got from the communications.” The assistant said, pushing a button and causing an angry scream to start up. In addition to that, there was the sound of.. Flesh grinding against flesh, moans and husky voices making noises that couldn’t be quite identified. This continued for a short while, the voice of what they identified quickly as Soldier growing quieter until it finally stopped.
The recording ended with a puerile giggle echoing through the room.
"Sir, do we have permission to call our enemies some variation of 'sluts' 'harlots' 'whores' and other synonyms?"
"Permission is granted," the leader said, banging his gavel. "It is quite clear that these young women have strayed from the path of common decency, even aside from their opposition to our righteous order. We shall require a volunteer to tackle these trollops, and get them into line. Please raise your right sleeve if you wish to volunteer for this mission."
He stared down his rack of uniforms. Each of them volunteered, quietly and orderly. He regarded them all, and considered for a moment. As the leader of this group, it was his responsibility to make the decision.
Ultimately, there was no choice at all. It was clear which of the uniforms would be the most suitable. He went directly to a grey business suit hanging in the middle of the rack. He picked up the hangar and gave it a warm toothy grin.
"Loan Shark," he said. "Yes, I think your not-so-gentle touch is exactly what those whorish guardians of this realm are in need of..."
- Back to Usagi and Mamoru screwing like rabbits.
- Libra suddenly notices there are more doors he's not explored yet.
- Ami and the Starlights investigate Libra.
- Loan Shark makes his move right away.
- Something else
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