Story: Anime Alpha Male

 

Every instinct in Mars's body was fighting against itself. On the one hand: Her mating instincts were kicking in something fierce. There was a very, very potent mate right behind her, and she should probably take a look. Right now. Then provide that mate with several strong healthy beautiful -

Her other instincts were telling her - screaming actually - to get the fuck out of there. These instincts were, to her best guess, born from her desire to not fall under a potent form of mind control. It's not an instinct that awakens easily. It's more akin to, let's say, the desire for self assertion. The ability to exert your own free will.

Wherever it was coming from one thing was for certain. Sailor Mars was not sticking around. She was booking it the hell out of there and dragging Venus with her. Which was absolutely needed because in her mind, Venus was the more vulnerable to the allure of hot dick. If you flipped the genders and got her in the tale of the sirens, she'd be strapped to the mast, not because she wanted to hear them sing, but because the crew were fearful she'd try to take the wheel even if her ears were plugged up.

She was speaking from experience here. It wasn't the first time the group would have been mind-whammied. Would sure be the first time it was something that probably only wanted to knock them up and keep them safe and -

No, bad Mars! Bad!

They fled out into the street and got up on to the rooftops and found themselves breathing heavily. Not because they were tired. Because they were so fucking horny.

"What was that?" Venus asked. She turned as if to look, and Mars immediately got in her way.

"No, Venus! Bad Venus!" Mars yelled, slapping an ofuda onto her friend's head. "Resist the allure of the sirens!"

"Huh? Sirens?" Venus asked. "Are the police on their way?"

She slapped another Ofuda on there because Venus was being a ditzy idiot.

"Listen!" Mars said. "One look at Mamoru and we're gonna completely fall for him. We're gonna suck his big fat juicy delicious yummy scrummy cock and then be good little girls for him and let him breed us over and over and - Why did we leave the cafe again?"

Slap! Venus took one of the ofuda off her own forehead and slammed it onto Mars'. Yeah, she had that coming. Man, but this was a potent effect. Stupidly potent, one might say.

"Alright, so that youma basically gave in right away," Venus said. Taking charge despite Mars' usual view of her. "She's probably blowing him right now, cementing his power over her. The fact that we're both hornier than we have ever been in our entire lives just from being in his presence and hearing his voice? That's not a good sign. High chance that Usagi, Ami and Makoto are long gone."

"Huh," Mars said. "I can't even tell that you're horny right -"

She suddenly found her collar grabbed by Venus, and was staring into the eyes of madness. "If I look down at your exposed legs, I might do something," Venus said. "I do not know what it is. I might lick your legs. I might rub my boobs all over them. Or maybe - just maybe - I will dive under your skirt and do <u>unspeakable</u> things to your most private areas. Are we clear on how horny I am right now, Sailor Mars?"

"Crystal," Mars choked, and Venus turned around. Unfortunately, Mars wound up looking down and - God but she has a nice ass. Nice legs too. Stop staring stop staring stop wondering what they taste like... "So we're clearly compromised as well."

"As will any woman that goes near him," Venus grunted. "Urgh, I hate this, but we need a guy to sort this mess out for us."

"Ew, that feels bad," Mars said. "I mean, we've really hit a situation where freaking gender actually matters for the solution?"

"Yeah, well, I mean, most of the most powerful people in the universe are women," Venus said. "So, I dunno. I guess something like this was bound to happen sooner or later?"

"What do you mean by that?" Mars demanded.

"Did you know that the majority of bananas are genetically identical?" Venus asked. "It's true, they're all basically clones of each other. Which makes growing them really easy and predictable - but then if a fungus comes along that they're particularly susceptible to... Then you got a problem all across the globe. Got it?"

Tsk, she hadn't thought of it like that. But Mars could figure it out. The idea that every single one of the toughest and most powerful people in the universe were all women, if someone came along with a superpower that women were susceptible to, then... It would be bad, right? Which led to another question. Who could they turn to for help?

Not Mamoru. Not Tuxedo Mask. Not the Outers. Dammit. Who else could they possibly ask about this?! What other magical guys did they even know?!

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Meanwhile, in the cafe, Tuxedo Mask was busy doing his duty, which involved inspecting youma booty. He had to admit. She was a fine, fine piece of ass. Way too good to be doing evil. It was his fullest intention to break her of that notion as soon as possible.

To start with, questioning her was an absolute priority right now. Which was a very simple thing to do. Makoto was holding her in place, Ami was licking her pussy, and Usagi was blowing him. Right where the youma couldn't help but watch. She was already whimpering, which was a good sign. It meant that she'd break before long.

Like all true alphas, Mamoru didn't believe in torture. He knew, all too well, that all you actually get from it is what you expect to hear. It can be useful in certain situations, as in, if you want to confirm something from another source. However, the subject will generally wind up telling you whatever they happen to think you want to hear. 

So, no, don't inflict pain upon them. Don't do that. If you really want someone to give you an answer, there are much better techniques that you can use to make them spill their guts. Mamoru was far too kind to use even those techniques, though, so for now? He was simply going to ask her.

No, really. That's his thinking right now. He wasn't thinking about how he was sexually tormenting her by having Makoto hold her in place while Ami licked her pussy and she watched some other whore gobble on his dick. He wasn't thinking about the effect that was having on her at all. It hadn't even begun to cross his silly himbo alpha brain. His thinking was, quite simply 'she seems to be horny, let's get Ami to give her some sexual relief'.

Except she would not be able to get that sexual relief. Not from Ami. No, no, Ami would not be able to make her cum. The only thing that could make her cum was Mamoru. Tuxedo Mask. Bending her over this desk and claiming her like the dominant alpha male he really was.

"So?" he began. "Where are you from?"

"The Doll Dimension," she replied immediately. Her hips squirmed around as Ami 'rewarded' her for being so obedient. "We -Our whole thing is - We turn people into dolls so we can play with them, play with them, like you're playing with me~ee~!"

"Very good!" Mamoru said, clapping slightly and then ruffling his hands through Usagi's hair. "That does seem rather appropriate when I think about the naughty, naughty things you've been doing. Did you consider that the people you turned into dolls didn't want to be dolls?"

"Yeah, that's half the fun of it!" the youma said. "Ohhh~ I mean! We've been sooo bad! Are you going to punish us...?"

Punish her? In all honesty, he probably should, if she enjoyed turning people into dolls against their will! But what sort of punishment would be harsh enough for someone like this?

Decisions, decisions...