Story: Hentai Crystal

 

So here they were at the remains of the Dark Kingdom's base of operations. At the North Pole, no less. Let's not discuss how, exactly, they managed to get here, shall we? The point of the matter is - it was surprisingly intact when considering everything that had gone down up until now.

It wasn't exactly a location intended for being homey or comfortable. In fact, if anything it had an aesthetic and design about it that seemed more built towards discomfort, a threatening aura. Menacing, intimidating, the space was not being used practically as a base of operations. Was it any wonder they failed if this was their sense of aesthetic? Where was there space to relax? 

"I was expecting more damage," Mars said, echoing Libra's own thoughts. Which might well be part of the problem. The horny Priestess swanned around the area, taking it all in. "It's way too cold in here for my tastes."

She snapped her fingers, causing flames to appear in her hands. She then smoothed them down her legs, which caused the flames to grow substantially - and then she tossed them off to either side of the room, where the flames simply burned without burning anything in the room itself. Introducing more warmth to the North Pole region.

"Wow, I really do not care for how this place looks at all!" Venus tutted. "Jupiter, you know flowers and stuff right? How about we pretty this place up together!"

Priestess Mercury was a little too busy tapping on her computer to really pay much heed to these things. Though after a moment, she held out a hand - and crafted furniture out of ice. Apparently doing so just because she could with her new incredible powers. She barely seemed to recognise what exactly it was she had done.

In the meantime, Priestess Moon herself took the chair. You know the chair. Carved from black crystal, the back stretched impossibly high, a jagged spire of obsidian crystal that fanned outward like fractured wings. This was not a throne that a good person should sit in. This was not the kind of throne that inspires faith in the morality of whoever has parked their butt in it. 

And yet, Priestess Moon seemed quite right sitting there. It wasn't that she portrayed an aura of malice or malevolence, or anything like that. No, it was simply that she was so beautiful and desirable sitting there as she was that anyone, anyone at all, would be distracted from the evil aesthetic surrounding her. The cold of the room, the unwelcome decor, the menacing aura, the wicked atmosphere - she swallowed it up whole, as a black hole consumes matter. All that is left, in the end, is her.

"Alright, girls! Let's slut this place up!" she giggled, and the other four girls all fistpumped the air in unison.

Oh wow, how eerie it was, how unsettling. It didn't get any better when Moon noticed there was an ominous looking crystal sitting in front of the throne.

"Kukuku~" she laughed evily, but it was clearly a mocking tone. "Oh yes, I can see clearly now, those extremely sexy sailor sluts with their teeny tiny skirts and - Oh, forget it, I yield, they're just too cute~ I shall give up my evil ways and become their personal servant~ or something like that?"

It was unsettling how much Usagi Tsukino was still Usagi Tsukino after all this time.

Almost as unsettling as he was finding it, being trapped between two really bad options. The way things were going right now, these girls were going to unleash something really big onto the universe as a whole. Something that Libra could neither control, nor predict. Hentai Queen Sailor Moon, anyone? That's a nightmare scenario for sure!

On the other hand, the forces of Order were also clearly growing much too powerful, and much to... authoritarian. They were clearly intending to take too much direct control over the lives of other people. Make them subservient, obedient - and unable to express themselves as they wanted!

That went against LIbra's very nature. Reject it. Absolute rejection! But now... that was really leaving this as a problem. A big one, as well. Then again, maybe it was nothing? Maybe it was paranoia? Maybe they weren't as far gone as - 

"Oh!" Mercury gasped. "I think I get how they made youma now. If we wanted, we could harass the forces of Order with some fetish and kink themed youma, to keep them distracted while we build up a strategy."

"Awesome!" Moon gasped. "So, should we dump a whole lot of them out at once?"

"No, it would be better to do it once a week, with one youma at a time," Mercury said. "And it would be better to make it all in the same general area so they hyper-focus on that."

"Wouldn't that lead to the Youma being beaten?" Jupiter asked.

"Yeah, but they'd be wasting time and energy thinking they're getting things done, while our real plan is being worked on in the meantime," Mercury said. "We should take advantage of how order thinks - predictability, schedules, rotas and the like. Order likes patterns, so we should give them patterns that make them run around like headless chickens."

There was a truly evil smile on Priestess Mercury's face just then.

"And when they least expect it, we break that pattern - and sit on their faces until they join us! Ohhhh, that would be so hot!"

Wow, okay, not really sure what way to go here. Was Order worse? Or were the girls gonna be worse than them? There was only one thing for Libra to do now. Put a foot down and make sure they stayed... not pure, pure was boring, but at least not some nymphomaniacal tyrants!

"Ahem!" Libra coughed, and immediately sensed the attention of all five of the Priestesses upon one being. Libra. "I was just, uh, wondering? Weren't we actually here to find Forces of Chaos...?"

"Oh, good point!" Moon said, then snapped her fingers. "Mercury! I know for a fact the only thing sexier than your big huge butt is that big huge brain of yours. Whatcha got?"

Indeed, it was truly astounding to look at the girls now. Moon, the all round perfect example of femininity, with curves in all the right places. Mercury with her enormous bouncy rear end that seemed to never, ever stay still no matter what she did. Mars, with her legs that drained your thoughts by looking at them, with thighs that were as thick as tree trunks and sheer unbridled length to them. Jupiter with a pair of tits that had a gravitational pull unto themselves. Venus, with her own hourglass physique that seemed almost surreal.

They were all walking sexual anomalies, and it wasn't just restrained to their bodies. Their minds represented different sorts of personality kinks too. Mercury was the shy genius who could rock your world in the sheets. Mars was the dominatrix who genuinely cared about you. Jupiter was the tough tomboyish girl who embraced femininity as well. Venus was the insightful valley girl... And Moon was the irresistible dreamer, who seemed determined to bring out the best of you and everyone she met, while still having a bit of a naughty side to herself.

Of course they were hot. They always had been. It was now simply placed under greater emphasis. A more effective microscope.

"You know, that's a fair point," Venus said. "It's fun decorating and stuff, but we really oughta figure out who we're corrupting here."

"So? Who is it?" Jupiter asked. "What sort of forces of Chaos were you able to come up with?"

"There are plenty out there, for sure!" Mercury said as the girls all crowded around, almost comedically close. "To start with - criminals are usually a chaotic element. Then there are delinquents. Protestors. Artists. Performers -"

"Ooh, performers~?" Moon interrupted. "That sounds like a good place to start! Alright, Priestesses of Libra! In the name of the Moon - let's bring them bliss the likes of which they never knew existed!"