Story: Anime Alpha Male

 

It was a surreal thing to experience. Normally when a Sailor Senshi was entering the lair of some demonic force or other, it was because they were either storming the fortress, or they were captured by the enemy. Sure, there are subcategories for both - maybe they'd been brainwashed, but that's a form of capturing of its own, right?

Not so much this time. No, this time around they had entered on their own volition. They could probably leave at any time, and - And it was even more surreal than that.

The whole place was just a regular office building, like the sort you'd walk by any day, and not think anything of it. The inside didn't look all that remarkable either. A normal receptionist at the door, a security guard over there who looked a big pudgy, but carried himself like the sort that could take you down in a second if you did start something.

But that was just the surface level. It was eerie how normal it was until you actually focused on the details. That security guard had two thumbs on each hand. The pretty receptionist? If she moved her head just so, you'd catch a glimpse of tiny wings behind her ears.

It was the same for everyone they went past. 99% normal human, until you paid closer attention to the details. The other weird thing is that none of them were doing anything that seemed evil at all, they were just going about their office work and - 

"Oh, I get it," Venus groaned. "It's a commentary on Japanese work culture."

"Not everything has to be a metaphor," Mars said. "Sometimes a sled is just a sled."

Anyway, more to the point on why they were actually here today. It wasn't them that had been captured, or brainwashed, or otherwise coerced. Something weird had happened to the others. Something really, really weird - and this enemy group were the only ones that were able to help them sort it out.

"Hi there! Nice to meet you!" a woman in a pencil skirt and smart white blouse said, rushing forward and bearing her teeth, with the canines that were just a little too sharp and, by the way, not in the right place in the mouth. "I'm the manager around here, you can call me Karen."

Venus moved to open her mouth, but Mars shushed her - Any joke she made about the name would be inherently anachronistic.

"Mars, Venus," Mars introduced themselves quickly. "Um, are we going to talk out in the hall like this, or...?"

"No, no, let's go inside the conference room," Karen said. And so, they did. A perfectly ordinary conference room, by all appearances. "I'm sure this is quite the shock for the pair of you. Actually, the truth is that we own quite a few businesses throughout Tokyo. Not anything big - a bunch of smaller stores, which are headed up by our staff, who all - Oh, I shouldn't give the game away too much, should I? Not when our agreement hasn't been formalised quite yet."

"Alright, so let's get to the point then," Venus said. "Something weird has happened to our friends, and we dont know what it is."

"Actually, while you were coming along we had some theories about that..." Karen said. She pulled out a remote control, and used it to activate a projector. "This is one of our newer Devils. A real go-getter! She started up with us determined to make her mark. As you can see, she's got great posture, a tremendous work ethic - and we've just shown her an offscreen image of Tuxedo Mask~"

All three of them began to fan themselves down at the mere mention of his name. Their eyes were glued to the projection, and then, to the horror of the Inners... That demon began to masturbate like it was the only thing she wanted to do.

"The same effect happens to any woman that sees him," Karen said. "We tested it on a few random shoppers. They drool for him uncontrollably and start to whine and complain when they stop seeing him. It borders on irrational. Of course, we've had to take special precautions to ensure that we're not even glimpsing his reflection in anything, otherwise we'd all be doing quite inappropriate things at the moment."

Whoo boy, this was not what they were expecting when they arrived here. Naturally, the two girls were not happy about what they were seeing or hearing here. Nor were they happy about the idea that they were both in such a bad position that if they merely saw the hunk, they'd break instantly.

"How do you even fight that...?" Mars asked.

"Send guys at him?" Venus offered, which very obviously brought to mind certain kinds of series.

"Unfortunately, men are apparently affected as well," Karen said. "When exposed, men tend to become more... submissive, docile, will follow almost any order given to them so long as he is in line of sight. In accordance with our working theory, your friend has become some sort of alpha male."

Venus raised a manicured finger, interrupting like she was correcting a teacher. “Um, actually? That’s not how wolf packs work. The whole ‘alpha wolf’ thing? Totally debunked. It’s based on bad science from captive wolves in the ‘40s. Real wolf packs are family units led by parents, not some macho dominance showdown.”

The demon stared at her in disbelief. As did Mars, though for different reasons, born from the fact that she knew this girl quite well. “…You’re correcting me on mammalian social structure?”

“I’m just saying!” Venus said defensively, planting her hands on her hips. “If we’re gonna fight evil magic science, we should at least get the regular science right.”

Mars groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Venus. Priorities.”

The demon cleared his throat, an oddly melodic sound for someone with teeth like a shark. “Noted. In any case, the theory is metaphorical. Your… Tuxed Mask now functions as an apex entity in the social order. All others - male or female - orient around him."

Mars leaned forward, hands flat on the table. “Do you have any idea what could have caused this?”

The demon’s smile widened, just enough to show the edge of a fang. “Oh, yes. Curses of this caliber do not occur by chance. Someone wanted this… escalation.” His claw traced an idle circle on the tabletop, leaving faint grooves in the lacquer. “And if I were to guess, they wanted it very badly.”

Venus frowned, folding her arms. “What, like a jealous ex-girlfriend? A rival prince? An evil fashion consultant?”

Mars shot her a look. “Not the time.”

But the demon chuckled low in his throat, as if her joke wasn’t entirely off the mark. “Desire is the root of all powerful magic. Someone wished for your prince to embody the pinnacle of male dominance. A wish granted by forces you’d rather not meet in a dark alley.”

"In other words, you don't actually know, and are wildly speculating," Venus said. "Cool, cool. We still need to figure out a countermeasure before he accidentally takes over the world."

"Also, it's entirely possible that you guys might try to weaponise this yourselves," Mars said.

"Yes, that is a possibility," Karen sighed. "It came up in the meeting I just had on the matter. However, we concluded that you have no alternative at this point but to team up with us anyway - otherwise even you will fall to the same effect as your friend. I expect you'll come up with some contingency or other. Shall we get down to business, now?"

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Mamoru had acquired a harem of four in a single day. That's quite the accomplishment, right? Sailor Moon, Sailor Mercury and Sailor Jupiter were quite enough of a conquest as it was. Now add onto that this sneaky youma.

Most men in his position would be enjoying themselves quite a bit. Actually, as it happened he was currently railing Sailor Moon from behind, so he was enjoying himself tremendously. It's quite difficult to not enjoy yourself if you're banging the girl you like, making her cum with each and every thrust you put into her with your strong, virile, masculine body.

All while Sailor Mercury is alternating between licking your pecs and studying her computer, and Jupiter is rubbing her enormous boobs on your back. Ah, and of course, there was the youma herself, who was sitting astride Mamoru's manly shoulders getting the licking of a lifetime. 

"Ah! Ohhhh! Alright, so I've given you the location of our headquarters," the youma moaned, humping desperately into Mamoru's face. "Ohhh, you'll find the boss of the Doll Dimension is some bitch called Karen! She found out you humans would use that name as a derivative mockery of a particular type of unpleasant customer, and she found that kinda funny so she went with it. That's the sort of total bitch she is!"

Mamoru, in an astounding feat of strength, lifted her off him enough that his mouth was uncovered. "It's not nice to talk about your boss like that," he said. "Even if she is the head of a dimension that apparently takes great pleasure in turning people into dolls."

"Can I call her a bitch, Mamo-chan~?" Sailor Moon asked, and going by the standards of Japanese porn, the expression she was making was rather bitchy in that sense.

"You can call her whatever you want," Mamoru said. "Babe, you know you're my top girl, I wouldn't deny you anything."

All four of them sighed happily upon hearing that. Truly, they were all completely under his spell, and at this point there probably wasn't much of anything that could snap them out of it.

And if there was? They'd probably destroy it the second they had the chance.

“Decision’s made,” Mamoru growled. “Sure, we could storm the head office, tear through their defenses, take down the queen herself. Tempting, yeah. But that’s exactly what they expect. And I don’t play by their script. So here’s what’s gonna happen: you tell me where your buddies are. We crush the Doll Dimension from the ground up, break their foundation, and make them crawl to us. On our terms. Always ours.”

Always and forever. That's how the alpha dog is meant to work, after all.