Story: Real World Sailor Moon

 

 
We rejoin Ami Mizuno in the midst of a madcap dash from her residence to the Tsukino's. Why was this busty genius rushing so hard through the streets? Why, because her deductions had led her to a few frightening, nay, terrifying conclusions.

Firstly, that girl from the 'real world' had obviously been captured and brainwashed by Queen Beryl. Since she knew their identities, it was highly likely that their identities were now known to the bad guys. Secondly, Usagi was not answering her phone. Thirdly, there was an extremely high chance, based on recent events, that Beryl was going to send something extremely erotic along to try and mindbreak her at the very first opportunity.

Her brilliant mind conjured all sorts of horrible things that might happen. That's kind of the curse of genius, you have the imagination to really get at what can go wrong. Stopping outside the Tsukino residence, she could hear a series of intense moans coming from within. One of them clearly comes from Sailor Moon. What's more, her computer (now shaped like a phone thanks to tech upgrades) was picking up traces of an extremely potent aphrodisiac in the air, and throughout the house. Especially in one of the upstairs bedrooms.

"Okay, okay, that's not a good sign," Ami whispered to herself. "Deep breath. If you rescue her from the hideous tentacle beast that is no doubt ravaging her at this very moment, she'll be so horny that she'll want to ride your face until dawn."

Motivation gained. She transformed into Sailor Mercury without a moment's hesitation, and set about her task with grim, fearful determination. She kicked open the door and jumped in, crossing her arms and holding her hands with palms upturned, while preparing to cast a whole lot of ice one whatever wicked fiend she found within.

"If you know what's good for you, you will not lay your hands on Sailor Moon for one moment longer!"

"Gimme just a couple more minutes!" grunted a very human man, lying flat on his back wearing a shredded tuxedo and covered in purple goop. His buff ass was pinned to the ground by a figure who was also smeared in that same purple goop who was, without question, Sailor Moon. "Besides, I don't think I could take my hands off her if I tried!"

Well. This was a bit awkward. Mercury quickly pulled out her computer and gave that guy a quick scan. Aha. Okay. Definitely human. Boosted human. Roughly at their level in terms of physical ability. There were also clear signs of scattered remains of a monster around the room, and now that she was in here, she could also pick up lingering traces of a purification spell being cast.

"Ah, you already dealt with it, but are taking the edge off on your new boyfriend," Ami muttered to herself. "Uh... I can come back when you're done, so -"

"Noooo, staaaay!" Sailor Moon wailed. "Want pussy after this!"

"That's just the aphrodisiac talking..." Mercury sighed. But hell, she wasn't going to pass that up. "Can you please clean yourself off after you're finished? You've probably already worked this out already, but we have a problem."

Sailor Moon put her hands on top of her head and ground her hips into Tuxedo Mask's with all the force and horny determination of a pneumatic drill. The sight of her going like that was probably having a bigger effect on Sailor Mercury than if someone gathered all the goop left over in this room and made her bathe in it for an hour.

"Queen Beryl knows who we are, and she knows where we are," Mercury said, her eyes bouncing up and down alongside Moon's body. She squirmed a little bit, unable to stop herself from drinking in the sight. "No doubt she's sending along assassins to deal with all of us. W-We need to get in touch with the others and formulate a defense."

"That's good!" Moon moaned. "And quick thinking getting Kotori to another safe house. Are the others taking care of her?"

"Actually, Kotori has already been corrupted by..." Mercury began, but trailed off after a bit. "Also, I might have been in such a panic after realising what had happened that, uh, I might have left her tied up in my living room."

Sailor Moon stopped her rutting for a moment, then turned to look over her shoulder. She was giving a look that was saying one of several things at once, like 'You are so lucky you're cute' or 'Which of us is supposed to be the ditz again?' Which was fair. Mercury sure didn't feel all that smart right now.

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"Come on, come on, stupid rope. It doesn't usually take this long in the movies..." Kotori was grunting to herself, rubbing the ropes tying her wrists together up against a piece of glass she'd been able to get at. "Kukuku, leaving me alone like this... You'll rue that decision, Ami Mizuno! Or perhaps you will consider it most fortunate, for it shall lead you inevitably closer to your submission to the great and powerful - "

"Uh.. Pardon me, you seem to be in the middle of something."

And then, in slid a little tentacle creature. Kotori stared at it for a moment. It stared back. Now, let's recap this situation, shall we? She was a pretty girl tied up and alone in this living room. That was a tentacle. This universe was operating on hentai logic. She'd already been mind-broken by an evil wicked Queen with designs on world conquest. Which meant...

"Oh noooo. I am soooo helpless!" Kotori wailed, while spreading her legs as much as she was able. "I can't fight back at allll!"

"You poor thing, here, let me help you with those ropes."

"No! That's not it! You're supposed to tear off my clothes and ravage me!"

"I am?" the tentacle asked. "Hrm. Let's see. According to my job order, I'm supposed to wait until yo're asleep, drench you from head to toe in my slime, and then take the form of a sex toy until you instinctively grab for me, use me, and then I refuse to let you cum until you fully give in."

"Well... I'm giving you full permission to ravage me already!" Kotori said.

"Ah? Well, to me it sounds like you've already fully given in, then.  On that basis I suppose I could skip to the end. Thank you for your time Miss Mizuno -"

"I'm not Ami Mizuno!" Kotori yelled. "Come on, use me as practice. That way, when she gets home..."

"It wouldn't quite be the same," the tentacle said. "Besides which, if I did slime you up it would leave evidence that would make her too wary. She'd never let me touch her in her sleep."

For crying out - How was it possible that she was in a hentai logic run fictional universe, tied up, with a tentacle <i>right there</i> and she couldn't get any action out of it?! Ohhh, she was so horny, that would be exactly the thing to take the edge off! Guh!

"So, I take it that Queen Beryl sent you here to corrupt Sailor Mercury," Kotori grumbled to herself. "Is that about the size of it?"

"Oh yes, a few of us were sent out to absolutely ruin each of the Sailor Senshi using our slime to make them far too aroused to consider fighting back," the tentacle nodded, dripping slime everywhere, by the way. So much for not leaving any evidence, there was a fairly blatant trail leading right to the door. "By now, they will all have surely been left enraptured, unable to fight back! Kukuku... A shame that Ami isn't here right now, or she would be falling too."

Somehow - don't ask how - but Kotori doubted it. If the other tentacles were showing competence at this level, then she really didn't think that the other tentacles were faring too well.

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Rei Hino stared down at the strange little thing sitting in a circle of ofudas, and tried really hard to not have a headache. It inched its way innocently whistling over to the edge - then yelped in shock when it got recoiled. Then, it would look around, saunter up to another part of the circle, and the same thing would happen.

It had been doing this for the last five minutes. Ever since Rei had tricked it into going in there by saying it was where tentacles had to pray for divine guidance.

"Soooo, what the heck is this thing meant to be?" Makoto asked, hugging Rei from behind. Obviously still not let go of her worldly desires. Which was fine. She'd work it out of her eventually. Even if it meant regularly hooking up and eating each other out every night for years and years and years. "Some kinda lust spirit?"

"An exceptionally stupid lust spirit," Rei grumbled.

"Hey, I resemble that remark!" the tentacle yelled, stamping part of itself with great indignance. Not exactly coming off as mature, was it?

"Resent," Rei said. "The word you are looking for is resent."

"Nobody re-sent me!" the tentacle protested. "I was sent just once, by Queen Beryl!"

Aha, okay then. That was good to know. In fact, it was the only thing that Rei actually wanted to know at all about this thing, so... She pulled out another ofuda, slapped it on the dumb tentacle and called it a day when the thing burned to a crisp right there on the -

"Oh wow, that stench!" Rei gasped.

"Phewwwwww, that's rancid!" Makoto waved her hand in front of her nose.

"It's vile!"

"It's horrible!"

"It's making me kind of horny."

"Damn these worldly desires!"

So, it turns out that if you burn a tentacle that literally oozes a potent aphrodisiac, you release a shit-ton of it into the air. Good to know for future reference. The two already naked girls grabbed each other, jockeying for position, with Makoto winning quite handily before the two of them resumed scissoring each other so hard that they had to briefly change the rules of janken such that scissors beat anything it fucking wanted, and if you got a draw off scissors you both had to climax before you could play another round.