Call it an unfortunate combination of their powers, but Succubus Moon and Succubus Jupiter had, however inadvertently, unleashed a wave of Makoto centred erotic fantasies onto the would be sleepwalking innocents. The lustful intent behind Sparkling Lustful Pressure, that compelled anything with a pulse to look at Makoto with dirtier eyes than a big pile of dirt, had washed over the slumbering crowd, but also hit the person currently manipulating their dreams. What other consequence could there be from such an event.
"So, you're really into butts," Succubus Moon said. "That's great, because Makoto has a great butt. This guy's into legs, which is good because Makoto's got legs for days! Oh! Oh! And this guy has a fetish for boobs. Boy, do I have a treat for you!"
Ah, this was one of her favourite parts of being a hero. Bringing a bit of happiness to someone's life. Sure, it was a bit weird that this happiness was being brought about by manipulating the dreams of hapless innocents such that they were all lewding her friend. But that was something Succubus Moon could get past quite easily, by dint of the fact that it was <i>fucking hot</i> watching them all lewd her. It was sort of like a personality test: Here is a free Makoto for the purposes of lewding however you wish. Watching how they went about it said volumes about the person.
Some people liked being spanked. Others liked doing the spanking. Others were content with being hugged. Some even liked watching her be lewded by other people. Ah, it turned out Succubus Moon herself fit into that category, which was nice to know.
Although, there was one problem, and it came out in a little yawn from Succubus Moon. This was still a bit too much like hard work. Plus it was taking too long! This was one of those times where time was of the essence, or something.
Aha! From this adversity, genius and inspiration struck! Or something. Instead of individually visiting their dreams one at a time and making them lewd Matoko... She'd bring them all into the same dream and have them all lewd the same Makoto! Brilliant, if she did say so herself!
"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard," the dream equivalent of Makoto started to sing, while standing in a yard, clasping a glass of milkshake in each hand, and oh yeah, she was only wearing an apron. "All the girls too, damn right it's better than yours!"
"Huh, that's weird," Succubus Moon said. "I could've sworn that I'd drawn them all into the same dreamscape."
We all remember that scene from Jurassic Park, right? Where the T-Rex is approaching, and the glass full of water trembles from the weight of its footsteps? Well, the same thing was happening with the milkshake in Makoto's glasses. Except this time it wasn't one footstep from a single giant beast. It was many enthusiastic horny footsteps all rushing towards the yard.
It turns out that Makoto wasn't kidding. Her milkshake brought all the boys and the girls all the way to her yard.
Of course, there was one big problem with this plan that Moon was only now realising: There's a whole lot of them, and only one Makoto. Hold on. Wait a moment. Count them up, carry the one... Yep, she's severely outnumbered and, while Makoto is a champ, she's not nearly capable enough of maintaining this kind of orgy by herself.
However... One thing to remember is that by its very nature a succubbus is a thing of evil. As such, a sinister smile crept onto Succubus Moon's face. How would this fantasy Makoto handle all those naughty boys and girls at once? Ohoho, that sounded <i>delightful</i> to watch - especially since her real friend wouldn't actually be hurt by it.
Although, this was a dream, which meant that dream logic could still apply. The Smile grew more sinister: How much fun would it be if the dream Makoto successfully dominated every last one of them? Brought them to heel. Made them submit to her sexy, sexy will?
Which, in turn, let to a more pragmatic thought. If Makoto could dominate their will through her sheer sex appeal, and in the real world these mooks were sleepwalking goons of the baad guy out to get them, then... Ohohoho!
For once in her life, Succubus Moon had a genuinely cunning plan.
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Being a Sloth demon was the best. You don't have to do much, and the less you do the less you've gotta do later. Nobody else can say that. Right? He could procrastinate all day long and from doing so get stronger and stronger. He could encourage others to put off their shit, and the lack of activity only served to feed him. Meaning he didn't need to do anything else for a good while.
Even the process of giving out these massages was so relaxing it didn't even feel like work. One quick shouler rub, they fall asleep, they're his to command. Or, well... He'd already given one a recursive command that would spread out to the other that fell under his spell, so all he had to do was that shoulder rub. The rest pretty much took care of itself - hehehe!
"Mistress Makotooooooo!"
Ew. Ew! What was that he could taste? There was a distinct something in the laziness he was leeching off of, something that wasn't sloth at all. He didn't bother smacking his lips because that was too much like effort, but after a moment his lazy memory lazily told him what it probably was.
Lust. The tangy unmistakable bitter taste of lust.
"I guess I'd better check that out..." Yawnsom grumbled. Resentful of the fact that circumstances were forcing him to do something like hard work. So, with a sleepy shamble, he strolled over to the classroom door - And found an array of students and faculty masturbating in their sleep.
"Mistress Makooootooooo!" they all moaned. Not in unison, though weirdly that made it kind of creepier. "You tease! Come back!"
"This way! We'll find the person responsible in no time!" a chipper voice yelled.
"Venus, please have a little more stealth about this, we don't want them to know that we're using this crowd to track them down," another, much more quiet voice, whispered from roughly the same place. Yes, well. That's the thing about being lazy, even if your body doesn't get much exercise your senses still do. Lazy people listen a lot, because they've got nothing better to do, so his hearing way way better than most would expect.
Alright. So that was their game? Then let's make it a bit harder for them. That's another thing about lazy people: With the right motivation they're amazing workers, if only because they can think of solutions where they need to do as little as possible to get their shit done.
Yawnsom let out a yawn, closed his eyes, and stumbled in among the rest of the crowd.
"Mistress Makoto!" Yawnsom moaned, barely putting any effort into his lustful groan. Hehehe. Let 'em find him like this! All he had to do now was wait for the repeated yawning of the masturbating sleepwalkers to wear down the will of those do-gooders, and then we'd see what was superior once and for all! Lust or sloth!
Or not, who cares either way, they're both pretty evil so whatever, why put the effort in?
- One by one, the Sailor Succubi start falling asleep. Can they find Yawnsom in time?
- It turns out Venus yelling was part of a cunning plan to trick Yawnsom into revealing himself.
- Actually, Yawnsom is the one that starts getting corrupted by lust.
- The Succubi start taking more drastic measures.
- Rei is just super bored you guys. And horny. And burning with fiery passion.
- Something else
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