Story: Anime Alpha Male

Makoto Kino is quite the paradoxical beauty. For evidence of this, let's see what she was doing this particular evening. To start with, she was wearing a gi and running drills, practising picking up, sweeping and striking an invisible opponent. To help her out she had a sandbag with her that could act as weight, and she tossed it around as if it weighed nothing at all

Then she whirled around and struck a well beaten punching bag with a flurry of strikes that would put anyone, even the toughest of tough guys, down and out. She was a force to be reckoned with. Underestimate her at your peril, for Makoto Kino was - 

Ding!

"Oh, my biscuits will be ready!"

She rushed out of her living room and into her kitchen, donning an apron as she went. The air about her changed instantly. From intimidating, to housewife. Changed demeanour at the drop of a hat from the toughest thing alive in Juuban to a fairly ordinary (if tall and busty) girl practising baking. She reached into the oven, and pulled out some heart shaped biscuits, then sighed happily

"Oh, senpai, one day I shall meet someone that can replace you within my wounded heart!" she sighed, eyes fluttering. If only the thugs that she trounced on a regular basis could see her now. This is what it means, you see. She's a walking contradiction. Tough, yet gentle. Strong, yet also soft hearted. People are like that though. It's often hard to pigeonhole someone with a simple description, as the nature we put out to the world depends on the context

Context can change quickly. For example, one could receive an unexpected phone call. Makoto answered it while dropping the biscuits off in a container, clutching it between her shoulder and her cheek

<i>"Hey, Makoto!"</i> It was Ami. How unusual to hear from her at this time. <i>"Mind if Usagi, Mamoru and I stop by your place? There's... something we need to discuss."</i>

She sounded weirdly breathy for some reason. But hey, why not? She had these biscuits, she'd intended to bring them to their next meet up, but if Usagi was swinging around they'd get scarfed in no time. Her palette wouldn't be the best test of if they were tasty or not - she'd eat most anything if it was remotely tasty - but she'd certainly appreciate the gesture!

The waiting time wasn't long. There was soon a knock at her door, and Makoto had changed out of her gi by then into something a bit more presentable. She didn't have enough time for a bath, but she was sure they'd understand if she was a little bit on the sweaty side. Those three weren't the type to worry about that sort of thing anyway. She opened the door and - 

Hunk, hunk, hunk, <b>hunk, <i>hunk<u> hunk, HUNK</u></i></b>

Was Mamoru always this buff? Was he always so... effortlessly handsome? Both Usagi and Ami were clinging onto him, each on an arm. Makoto would give anything - anything at all - to be in their place. 

"Hello there Makoto," Mamoru said. Instantly, the effect that had overtaken Mamoru crept its way aroumd Makoto's heart. This girl was an easy target for handsome guys, and all the spell had to do was remind her of the mysterious, unnamed senpai that she still mooned over to this day. "You don't mind if we come in?"

"Nuh uh," Makoto half replied, half grunted. She stepped back to allow the trio in, and checked him out as he went by. Damn he was fine! And, she couldn't help but note, his hand was on the butts of both girls, what a player, what a stud, what a -

What was she thinking?

There's the contradiction, right there. While she is soft at romance, Makoto isn't quite a fool either because of it. Once the initial shock of 'suddenly handsome Makoto' had worn off, she was able to put a coherent thought back in her head. That coherent thought was saying 'why is Ami okay with being touched like that, and why is Usagi okay with Ami being touched like that?'

Ami's a girl that gets hives when she gets a love letter. That kind of grope should be sending her into blushville, population one genius. Instead, there she is looking at him with hearts in her eyes! Not that Makoto could blame her exactly, he was soooo handsome, and soooo hot, any girl would gush at the sight of - 

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Alright, so that wasn't natural at all. Those feelings were definitely being put on her. This... intense arousal, nearly overwhelming her common sense

"Ah, Ami, could you help me in the kitchen please?" Makoto asked. "I just finished making some biscuits."

She looked to Mamoru and pouted. He then kissed her(!) right on the lips(!!!!) and patted her on the butt as if giving her permission to wander off! What the hell?! Makoto rushed off to the kitchen as fast as she could, trying to ignore Mamoru taking a seat, and Usagi taking a seat in his seat, after a manner of speaking

What the hell was this?! Door closed, back to it, suddenly realising her nipples could cut diamonds, focus girl, focus!

"Okay, what the hell was that?!" Makoto whisper-yelled to Ami. "The two of you! All over him! Why do I want that too?"

"Ah, I think we can take this as further empirical evidence," Ami said. She almost sounded smug about it. "There's definitely some kind of spell on Mamoru that's making him way too hot for his own good. Way too confident, way too... in charge. I bet if he gave you an order you would jump to it without thinking."

That.... sounded pretty bad. Mamoru wasn't the sort to take advantage of that sort of effect, but she could certainly think of several ways such an ability could go badly wrong without him even meaning to. Especially when the Inners were all extremely cute. It would be difficult for him to resist..

Though harder for them to resist him. On reflection, Ami was right. If Mamoru asked her to do anything - anything at all - she'd probably at least start to do it before questioning if she actually wanted to

"Alright, so what do we do here?" Makoto asked. "You want me to keep him busy here while you work on a cure?"

"Cure?" Ami tilted her head. "I don't want to find a cure. Why would I when I love him so! I love sharing him with Usagi, and soon enough I'll love sharing him with you as well!"

Aha. Is that so? A ball of fire alit in Makoto's belly on hearing Ami say that. It was so... out of character for her. She'd never, ever normally ever say anything like that ever, ever, ever! This had to stop, this had to end, right here and now! So she marched right out into the living room to confront that hunk head on, holding tight onto the thought of how weird Ami was behaving. Even the sight of him making out with Ami didn't do much more than make her stumble a half step

"Hey, Mamoru!" she said, and he turned his gorgeous eyes towards her and she stumbled for a second. However, she caught herself, caught her composure. "What the heck are you doing to us? There's something weird going on here!"

"You think so?" Mamoru asked, his voice like velvety silk. "Not you as well. Usagi and Ami were both so insistent that something was the matter, that something was strange about me, but... Take a good look. Do you see anything wrong?"

No, actually, and that was kinda the problem. He was perfect from head to toe. Rippling muscles, powerful physique. Makoto yearned for nothing more than to... To lay her head on his chest and take a nap, knowing she'd feel secure in his strong, comforting arms. Yet she couldn't give up that easily!

"To be honest, if it's the affection of these two that worries you, it is a little embarrassing for me," he said while flexing a bicep. So strong! So... so strong! "It's surprising as well, I thought you had a thing for Ami."

"A... thing for Ami...?"

"Oh yes," Mamoru smiled. And here, he caught her completely flat footed. She'd put all her spirit and mental energy into denying attraction to Mamoru, which enabled her to resist him - if barely. Now, he'd taken a different path. Sent her on a whole other game than the one she'd expected to play. "To continue my honesty, I always felt you two would make an adorable couple."

Her and Ami... an adorable couple? No, no, no! Don't even think about that! This is just Mamoru trying to confuse you - Or is it? Would the two of them make a cute couple? Oh dear! Oh no! Ami was coming out with the biscuits while wearing one of her aprons! Ah! Ah! She looked so cute! She looked so adorable!

"Ami, don't you have anything to say to Makoto...?" Mamoru meaningfully said while hugging Usagi to herself. Ah! Ah! Ah! Don't say it, don't say it, please don't say it - 

"Makoto, do you wanna make out?"

"More than I want to continue breathing!" Makoto replied, rather quickly, before tackling Ami to the floor, unable to take it anymore. The sheer rightness of what Mamoru had said felt incontrovertible, irresistible - and so her willpower shattered like glass

Within short order the two of them were kissing, tongues wrestling with each other and faces flushed bright red. Makoto aggressively explored the smaller girl’s mouth with her tongue, pushing her down with her full weight, her bust pressing against Ami’s. They continued for a short bit before things quickly started escalating, clothes getting discarded right there and fingers finding their way between each other’s legs soon enough. The two of them cast a look towards Mamoru before returning attention to each other, those fingers quickly drenched as they explored one another deeply, all the while the two that were a couple before coming here were watching on the couch

"Yay!" Usagi cheered. "Now I won't have to share my hunky manly man with any other girls - unless he wants to...?"

"Don't worry babe," Mamoru grinned at her. "You're the only cutie pie I need! Now, about Rei and Minako..."