It really, truly is an inevitable part of the crossover within superhero stories, is it not? The fight. The conflict. The reasoning is simple enough - of course they would engage in conflict. Of course they cannot trust one another. It's far more narratively interesting if they don't get along right? Hell, it's even true in other media! Doctor Who, for example, generally has the Doctors in direct conflict with one another in terms of personality. This is more than just natural character writing for them, it's a good source of drama as well - they already bicker, they already do not get on, there's distrust there already... but now they must face a threat that requires them to co-operate. It heightens the drama, but it does more than that.
It also lets the writer show off the strengths and weaknesses of all involved.
Superhero dashed forward with incredible speed, because of course she did, and she clobbered Sailor Uranus in the face. Credit where it's due, that actually did send her back quite a bit before she could react.
"Foul ally of Libra!" Superhero declared. Now, funny thing. In most works, talking is a free action. But it really isn't. She'd had to stop just there to let that out, and since she had?
"Deep Submerge!" Neptune said at the same time as Superhero, and moments after that a burst of water struck the embodiment of superheroes dead on in the middle of the back. Now, that didn't have much of an effect. Not as much as it should have. Superheroes are hardy, remember. They can take things that others cannot. A single strike like that is never going to put them down.
However, unknown to all present, Sailors Uranus and Neptune had both begun to be corrupted by Libra. Not merely through the doors within the Crystal, but through the fact that they were one another's girlfriends. Thus, the Deep Submerge that had struck Superhero just now?
It was causing some erotic effects. Almost... incidentally. But also inevitably. For one thing, her breasts? Quite a bit more visible right now than they had been before.
It's amazing, is it not? Yet more evidence for the idea that nudity is less erotic than partial nudity. The best reasoning that this writer has seen is simple - socks, and only socks, are more erotic than a fully unclothed woman. Why? Because a fully unclothed woman is naught but a beast. A partially clothed woman? There are signs of humanity here. That is appealing. That is attractive. That is, most importantly, alluring.
That might be why the wet-shirt effect is so potent. It's a promise of something alluring. Like a quick peek at a wrapped birthday gift a few days before you're meant to see it. Superhero herself would normally blush, normally stammer, normally try to hide her shame -
Not that she had much to be ashamed of, for those were a truly rocking pair of tits.
Anyway, the point was, she could hardly hold back. NOt here, not like this! If she used her hands to cover her chest, then she'd be left defenceless. If she went to cover herself, it would give these two a chance to escape - or worse, a target for them to focus on! She could not let her shame (though again, really shouldn't be ashamed of anything here) inhibit how she fought against these utterly shameless floozies of Libra!
"World Shaking!"
... You know the stereotype about horny women sitting on tumble dryers? There's a reason for that particular cliche, and do you know what? It's real. It's true! Women can get off quite easily from the intense vibrations of a typical tumble dryer. Now imagine what it would be like if you were hit by a magical attack that is, indeed, wind based, but even so -
"OooHhhhHHooooOOOoo~" Superhero sputtered as orgasm after orgasm, induced by the wind itself, coursed through her body, which set her up rather nicely for -
"Deep Submerge!" Neptune cried out again, striking with yet another mighty ball of water, bringing 'making her wet' back to its non double entendre meaning.
"Cut that out already!" Superhero sputtered in genuine indignation, even spitting out some water from her mouth. "That's it!"
She aimed her fist straight down, sending out a shockwave that knocked both Sailor Guardians square off their feet. Even so, her legs were trembling.
"You filthy rotten perverts!" Superhero seethed as they recovered. "No wonder you go out in such tiny flimsy skirts! You must enjoy flaunting those legs of yours!"
"They are quite nice legs," Neptune observed. "Though I must admit, you have a nice chest as well."
Superhero turned scarlet quite despite herself. She focused on Neptune with a laserlike focus, then charged in with a mind to end this fight right here, right now, with a devastating one two punch -
Thing is, that was kind of a tactical error. For all the jokes that are made about Uranus and Neptune being 'kissing cousins' due to the dubbers in the early 90s being more okay with implied lesbian incest than any other kind of lesbianism, the two of them are actually super lovey dovey. Like, they're not just into each other physically here, they actually do genuinely sincerely love each other. A lot.
And Superhero had made a mistake about the kind of genre they were in. This wasn't some western comic series. This wasn't some battle of wits type series - though, god, can you imagine Sailor Moon as that sort of battle series? Total battles of wits type, going full Jojo with their powers, that would actually be wild.
But no, it wasn't that. It wasn't anything like that. Instead, what we have here is a simple, pure case of "power of love" type shoujo magical girl series... And she'd just gone for a killing blow on Sailor Neptune, at a speed that normally even the Sailors couldn't match.
Well, Uranus matched it. She dead-ass caught Superhero's fist inches from Neptune's face.
"You were going for the heart," Uranus sneered. Superhero tried to pull back. Couldn't budge an inch. "That wasn't very smart of you."
"Let go of me, you sicko!" Superhero yelled.
"Sicko, are we?" Neptune asked, draping herself over Uranus's back. The two of them kissed. "We're not the ones picking a fight for no good reason."
"I have a good reason!" Superhero insisted, still struggling to no avail to free herself, despite the fact that she should, by logic and convention, be much stronger than Sailor Uranus. "You're working for Libra, whether you know it or not!"
"I'm starting to wonder if this Libra even exists," Uranus continued to sneer with contempt. "Let's put her down for good, shall we?"
"Indeed, let's!" Neptune said. She pulled out her mirror and stared into it for a moment, before turning it around on Superhero. "Submarine Reflection!"
"World Shaking!"
Indeed, a devastating double attack! One which focuses on the opponent's weak point, while the other simply rocks their world! Superhero found herself, at once, overstimulated, overcome, over pretty much everything at this point as her body, quite against her will, felt the overwhelming sensation of blissful ahegao. Her body convulsed, her body shook, her body climaxed over and over again, and yet, and yet, and yet?
Her sense of justice did not waver. Her sense of justice was, after all, an integral part of her as a superhero. Even so, she had to admit, there was a little bit of something or other that slipped into her mind, entered her consciousness, and perhaps just a little bit corrupted her thinking. Just a little bit.
<i>"So their love is this pure...?"</i>
And then, the oblivion of sleep. Not that she stopped cumming, mind.
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