Story: Anime Alpha Male

 

Alright, Ami. Stick to the scientific method. Figure out the variables. Figure out the control. Test the hypothesis, which is - what, that Mamoru is suddenly and spontaneously so sexy and dominant that no woman could resist him, and no man wanted to contest him?

To be honest, the fact that she was wearing little more than a labcoat right now should be enough evidence to demonstrate that fact. Not to mention the mean looks Usagi was giving her, while clinging desperately to him. However, that wasn't quite enough empirical evidence. More was required. Much, much more...

She pulled out a measuring tape. "Let's start with some... measurements," she said, her tone taking on a huskier level than she'd intended. "Shirt off please."

"Hrmmmm!" Usagi was suddenly right in Ami's face. She snatched the measuring tape right out of Ami's hand. "I'll do it!" she insisted. Mamoru started to unbutton his shirt, but Usagi cupped his cheek, and stared into his eyes. "No, no. Let me. I'll take care of this personally."

And then, Ami watched Usagi unbutton Mamoru's shirt... With her teeth. Or maybe her tongue. She lacked the empirical evidence to say either way for sure. Either way, this was definitely a departure from her usual behaviour. As was the part where the lucky bitch got to trail her tongue along his glorious exposed pecks, then trail the measuring tape around that magnificent torso, feeling him nice and close, pushing her body up against his, getting to feel that presence, that raw potent masculinity, and - 

"40 inches," Usagi read off from the tape. "Um, is that a lot around the torso?"

"It would be considered quite buff, yes," Ami said, confirming what her eyes were already telling her. She fanned herself down and tried to retain some measure of control over herself. Tried. Failed. Miserably. Phew, who put the heating up? "I think it's safe to say that your body has been altered in some way, at the very least."

"Yes, and I think my skin complexion has improved substantially as well," Mamoru said, flexing a muscle and - Mmmm, no, not fair, not fair, not fa~air! Ami bit her lip and tried to formulate a new hypothesis with the goal of seducing Mamoru away from Usagi. She didn't even care anymore, she just wanted him that badly! "By the way, Usagi. Didn't you have a question for Ami?"

"Oh! That's right!" Ami gasped. Then turned her attention to Ami, while leaning her cheek against Mamoru's exposed, glistening chest. "Ami, what exactly is it that you're looking for in a man?"

"This isn't about me," Ami waved it off. "This is about Mamoru and why - "

"I insist," Mamoru said.

"Hunky," Ami said without missing a beat. Usagi kissed Mamoru's pecs. Ooooh~ "Charming. Strong. Exudes confidence from every last pore. Knows exactly what it takes to reduce a woman to a pile of mush without even touching her. Just a look, a glance, saying her name -"

"Ami," Mamoru said, flashing her a winning smile. "That's good to hear. In that case, I think we can get you the date you rightly deserve."

"Huh?" Both Usagi and Ami gasped at once, staring directly at the handsome hunkasaurus standing before them.

"M-Mamo-chan!" Usagi asked. "You - You can't mean that you'll - You'll!"

"That's right," Mamoru patted her on the head. "I know a good few guys that would make great boyfriends for Ami!"

Usagi purred like a kitten, while Ami stewed in jealousy. Helpless to do anything but watch this cruel scene play out before her.

"They're all hunks," Mamoru said. "Very handsome and buff. Confidence. Smart. Charming. And they'll have you screaming their name in no time flat."

"Y-You don't say," Ami muttered, unable to maintain eye contact for even a moment. Not because she was looking away from him, but... But because the more she stared at his exposed chest, the hornier and more compliant she felt.

"I mean, it's pretty clear what you need," Mamoru said. "You're always so pent up, so shy, yet so cute and adorable." He smiled at her again, and on reflex Ami shifted her stance so her legs were further apart. "If you have the right guy give you a good, hard dicking you'll be so much more... relaxed, and open. It'll help you become more socially aware, you know?"

Ami opened her mouth to try and counter that point, but then closed it again because she could plainly see the way the rest of that conversation would go. It would inevitably lead into 'how would you know' and she would lack empirical evidence to back up her claim, and then the next thing she would know her labcoat is on the floor, she's being pushed up against the wall, and she's being proven very, very, very wrong.

"C-Can we continue with the tests?" Ami whispered.

"Hold on, I need to take his inseam," Usagi said, leaning down, eyes maintaining height squarely with Mamoru's cock. Ami shook her head. Be more clinical than that, Ami. His... genitals. His reproductive organs. His penis. His shaft. His balls. His babymaker, his dick, his schlong, his <i>giver of pleasure</i> which she could now plainly see an outline of because of the way Usagi was pushing up against his trouser's creases...

A pathetic, needy whimper escaped both of their lips. O-Okay, there was d-definitely enough empirical evidence, now. Mamoru's presence was d-definitely making them behave and think strangely. But! But the cause of it was still unknown.

"We need a fluid sample," Ami said breathlessly. "There might be something... like pheromones that's having this effect on us."

"If you say so," Mamoru said. "How do you want to take this sample? Blood?"

Sweat would do. Or saliva. Those would be the most rational choices. Blood probably had something in it, but sweat especially was far more likely. After all, if there was something like pheromones around, then sweat would be the way it was having this effect on them. Mamoru's sweat would be potent, powerful, but -

"We need a semen sample," Ami said despite herself. No taking it back now. Usagi was already fumbling with his belt, the measuring tape forgotten, clattering to the floor.

"Very well, if it will set your minds at ease," Mamoru said. Usagi tugged his zip down with her teeth, and then... it sort of flopped out. Ami had seen them in textbooks. Biology textbooks, on the subject of human reproduction. They had been clinical, labelling the different parts. Even showing the inside, to help illustrate how they functioned.

It was her first time seeing one in person, and it looked... wonderful.

"I'll make a sample for you," Usagi said, quite eagerly. She licked the shaft. One long slurp from base to head, then she kissed the very tip. "I'll make my Mamoru cum in no time at all~"

Jealousy forgotten. Ami's mouth felt dry. She dropped to her knees and crawled across to him. Unable to stop herself. Unable to think, or reason, all she knew was that she had to - absolutely had to join Usagi in helping Mamoru cum.

The two of them had always been a good team. Despite being quite different in outlook and personality, they'd always worked together well. This was no less true right now. As soon as Ami's tongue touched his shaft, she had a brand new favourite flavour. One she'd be trying to get her hands on for the rest of her life, no question, no joke, no exaggeration.

She kissed the shaft, licked it, teased it, and yet as much as she tried to pleasure it, somehow it felt as though she was the one that was being teased and pleasured. Not this extremely handsome hunk. Her efforts became more intense, barely taking heed that Usagi was also there, licking away and doing her absolute damndest to bring him to completion, just as surely as Ami was. 

Faster. Harder! She had to try harder. Make him cum. It was the only way to ensure her own <i>total submission</i>. Nothing else matters. Not her studying. Not her smarts. Not even the world itself! As far as Ami was concerned, her sole purpose on this planet was to pleasure this penis. 

And it was only when she embraced that fact, that something wonderful happened, and she felt Mamoru tense up and ejaculate right into her hand. She felt the warm, sticky substance sit there in her palm, and kept her fingers closed together, slightly bending them and holding her hands together into a cup shape to prevent it from spilling. Yet there was so much of it, she was certain that if she moved wrong then she'd drop quite a lot of it over the floor, while still leaving plenty to spare.

Oh dear. She couldn't possibly spill any on the floor. Yet what could she do... What could she... Of course! The answer was obvious after a moment!

<i>Ami, if you drink some of that semen, you'll be lost</i> part of her mind warned. <i>You'll be under his spell forever. Nothing more than his obedient woman, who exists for his sexual pleasure.</i>

Huh. Weird. That sounded like a warning, but Ami didn't see any downsides to that at all, so she readily stuck out her tongue, licked around the edges of her hands and made sure to only drink just enough that she <s>completely mindfucked herself</s> didn't spill any on the floor. Luckily, Usagi was right there to help as well.

And when she did that, Ami understood and embraced her new role in life. She was Mamoru's fucktoy. His woman. One of his women, at any rate. Alongside Usagi. There was no need for any further tests. After all, he was perfect just the way he was. So why should she seek to change that?