Soul Lights: Intimate: The Catalyst
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Notes
Does it need notes? This is a part of the Intimate series (which you
probably have figured out by now, duh) and it is a special focusing on
THAT night. Yes, THAT night. I think you got the meaning...
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M&M DreamWorks Presents
Intimate
The Catalyst
A Soul Lights Side Story
Based on the works of Takeuchi Naoko and all assorted authors
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When a butterfly flaps its wings, a tornado can wipe out cities on the
other side of the planet. This more or less is a commonly known and
simplistic description of chaos theory. What really is important about
this is that every action causes a reaction in the endless struggle of
life. Every event will lead to another one. All actions that we take
will have their consequences, however unintentional, unconscious or
unwanted. Sometimes we even have just a tiny bit control over our fate
and are pulled along the flow of chaos that dominates our life,
outside sources influencing our lives only further and provoking
situation that are far beyond our control.
This, in short terms, is what happened this night. On the 22nd
of October in the year 2000 when a young woman was celebrating her
21th birthday in a big manor just recently acquired through her rising
success as a musical actress. Aino Minako was definitely someone who
could look back on her young life and say honestly that she could not
complain about many things. She had a decent, if somewhat uneventful
childhood. A typical schoolgirl, chasing after cute boys and all that.
Her life had changed drastically when she was made aware of her fate
as the rebirth of Sailorvenus, the Senshi of Love and Beauty. But
Minako had come to like her role and fit into perfectly, becoming the
leader of the Inner Senshi, the guard of their beloved Princess
Serenity, and lately a successful actress which was as close as
possible to her dream of becoming an idol.
So, all was well with Minako's life if not for the fact that her
love life was pretty much non-existent. Oh, she had relationships, but
none of them had ever held a serious quality, none of them had ever
come close to the devotion she felt for her friend Usagi, the rebirth
of their Princess. That was part of the problem with Minako. As the
Senshi of Love she was able to practically bring any two (or more)
people together if she had a mind to. She shouldn't have a problem
doing that for herself you say? Theoretically you are correct. But the
reality is rarely that rosy. The truth was that Minako put a lot of
limitations upon herself. Walls around her deepest emotions and
desires that built up over the years were preventing her from enjoying
the wonders of true love herself. It was a complex set of boundaries,
many of which the young woman didn't even understand herself and this
story is no place to indulge in them like in a character study.
Besides, there was nothing in the world that a bit (or a bit
more) alcohol can't change. Especially inhabitations!
So said, the seemingly young man - though in reality he was
older than the average person would deem possible - with the
particular purple hair and always-closed eyes set to work. He wasn't
even invited, yet alone known - except maybe by two of the present
time Senshi from whom only one from was in attendance - but that had
never stopped him before. Besides, soon the only one who might be able
to recognize him would be too busy with other, much more enjoyable
matters.
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Kino Makoto sat together with her friend and recent roommate
Tomoe Hotaru on the small bar of the big, hall-like room that had been
cleared as the main area for their friend's birthday. She had gotten
to know the younger girl quite well over the last months since the
adopted child of Tennou Haruka aka Sailoruranus and Kaiou Michiru aka
Sailorneptune had left the nest, so to speak, to search her own path
in life, much to her 'father's' displeasure. She had also come to
learn a great deal about Hotaru's secrets, especially one that had
shocked her pretty much. Yes, she had also suspected that the younger
girl might have something akin to a crush on their leader, the honor
guest of the evening, but she had not realized just how deep those
feelings run and when Hotaru had confided to her in a moment of trust
that her feelings were not just founded in this life but that her past
life, many generations ago, had been the soul mate of the first Venus
and that Minako was on a basic level very similar to the woman she had
loved and still did, Makoto felt both flattered to be privy to such a
secret but also a certain unease since she had harbored similar
feelings for her blonde friend.
The problem was, their mutual love interest was the furthest
thing away from a healthy relationship prospect. She was pretty much
going through boyfriends like a scissor would through paper. Those
were pseudo relationships, acts to hold up a charade Makoto was sure
none of them really were fooled by anymore. Aino Minako obviously was
not interested in a real relationship, for some reason that was
probably beyond her own knowledge shying away from true love. And so
the chances for the two girls were probably barely above zero... if at
all.
The rest of their friends were gathered all around the room,
some were even in other areas of the manor. Minako wasn't really one
to brag of the house that had been sort of a gift from her boss or
something like that. She wasn't even employing servants to keep the
house clean and in order most of the time. Still, it was very
convenient for parties and other such occasions. Right now, Makoto and
Hotaru were alone on the makeshift bar. Usagi and Mamoru, their
married, royal couple was dancing, as were Rei and her friend Sasami.
The latter couple didn't even gave the Senshi pause anymore. While
never openly admitted it was an unspoken fact that those two were
together. Haruka and Michiru were lounging on the couches after
dancing for the better part of half an hour! Ami was off somewhere
else, Makoto didn't know exactly where and it hardly was that
important.
"This is unfair," proclaimed Hotaru who was eyeing the birthday
child who was merrily mixing with the couples in a way Makoto had not
seen her do in a long time. It was clear that Minako had more than the
one or other alcoholic drink in her system and as much as she came
over as the strong, confident leader and grown woman these days, even
the toughest warrior is going to falter under such intoxicating
material after awhile...
As was Makoto's partner in depressing solitude. "She's flirting
with them as if they were all still fresh on the market! And we are
sitting here and being ignored!" Hotaru further lamented.
The brunette resolved to make sure never to expose Hotaru to
that much alcohol again as she spared her friend an amused glance. She
hadn't even drunk that much. Barely two glasses of wine or something
along those lines. While Haruka and Michiru were present anything more
would definitely go over their limit of tolerance. 'Some people just
have a low tolerance level', Makoto supposed before replying aloud,
"Well, why are you sitting here then? You could go over there and make
sure she notices."
Hotaru acquired an expression of deep thought for all but one
second before exclaiming, "Hey, that's a fantastic idea!" Then just as
suddenly her mood dropped and she looked at her friend concerned. "Why
aren't you doing that yourself?"
"Because I know that there isn't a chance, even if anything was
about to happen tonight, it would not last past today," the brunette
answered truthfully, still in possession of a more or less rational
mind since she wasn't so easily swayed by a few drops. Besides, the
Senshi of Protection wasn't even a heavy drinker in particular. None
of the Senshi were but the occasion had called for something special
and no one had really protested.
A frown crossed Hotaru's features and her shoulders slumped in
resignation. "A good point. Then I won't go either."
Makoto smiled slyly, "You sure? I think YOU had a good chance of
making it past tonight." There was a good deal of truth in it. Given
the history behind their relationship it was more likely that Hotaru
would succeed in fetching the blonde for herself. There were enough
examples for Makoto to draw upon in the circle of her teammates to
know that past life relationships - even if this far in the past - had
a tendency to repeat themselves in their time. 'They are the best
example', Makoto mused with a glance in Usagi and Mamoru's direction
who had finally managed to get Minako to lay off by taking a momentary
break. And if she couldn't have Minako, then maybe at least she could
help Hotaru in her own pursuit.
Yes, that was actually a good idea, her mind confirmed after
taking another sip of her glass, neither of the girls having even
noticed the shadow of a person next to them slipping something inside.
Makoto had come to respect the younger girl a great deal and valued
their relationship. She wasn't that desperate anyway and Hotaru seemed
to match Minako much better anyway... Now, she just needed a plan of
action. Preferably starting tonight while both their inhabitations
were lessened. Granted, not the best basis for a relationship but what
was there to lose?
"You think so?" Hotaru said tentatively, unsure of herself.
"I bet," Makoto replied with newfound confidence. She didn't
really know where the next comment came from. It was an off-hand
remark, a joking statement to break the somber mood and get Hotaru on
the path of taking some sort of action. She had no idea what
long-reaching, unintentional consequences the comment would have for
the lives of the three Senshi. "Then again, you probably would have to
get her pregnant in order to get Mina-chan to really notice you."
Makoto's humorous smile fell into a perplexed expression when
Hotaru countered in a dangerously calm voice that seemed to seriously
contemplate the point, "You think I couldn't do that?"
Thinking that Hotaru was pulling her leg the strongest Senshi of
the Inner circle quirked an eyebrow. "I'd like to see you do," I
quipped.
"That's an interesting idea," Hotaru remarked with a gleam in
her eyes that made Makoto wonder briefly just what the heck was going
in that pretty, little head of hers... Just before she analyzed that
last train of thought and wondered where the heck that came from.
"Sure thing, Hotaru-chan," Makoto said sarcastically. "You'd have as
much luck at that as I would."
"Is that a challenge?"
Makoto blinked and waited for all but two second before rising
to the bait, the competitive Martial Artist in her not able to resist
a good challenge as ridiculous as it might seem. "You betcha."
Obviously the alcohol was starting to affect her as well but at least
this was maybe proving to make Hotaru try hard enough. And so Makoto
watched with some amusement and an almost wistful smile as Hotaru
bounded off to start bugging Minako for the rest of the night.
Had Makoto paid any closer attention to her surroundings, she
might have noticed the male form, obscured by the shadows watching
those happenings with a satisfied expression. "Everything's going just
as planned," the man said happily and then, just as that, vanished
from view altogether.
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Aino Minako hadn't had so much fun, or didn't allow herself to
have so much fun for a rather long time. You only turned twenty once
though, that was a special age for a Japanese girl-now-woman and so
she had thrown most of her caution overboard, taking more than the one
glass wine. Now the party was over, everyone had gone home, except the
two girls currently sitting with her on the large bed. She had no real
idea how she ended up in the master bedroom with her two friends. All
that she did remember was that Hotaru had been flirting with her to a
point where it was almost inhuman and downright crazy. But while her
everyday self would probably have put a stop to this soon, her
alcohol-induced state had lowered her shields considerable and she
cheerfully played along. At one point Hotaru had made an odd request
to borrow her Crescent Compact but the blonde woman hadn't thought
much about it.
Now Hotaru had, dragging Makoto along with some whispered
comments, requested to settle down somewhere comfortable and that she
had something to show them. A bit reluctant at first but quickly
melting under the pleading and openly suggestive gaze of Hotaru,
Minako had lead them to the master bedroom. It was apparent that those
two were probably going to stay anyway, neither of them being in much
of a condition to walk or even drive and Minako had never preferred
the large chamber for herself anyway. At first it was neat, a big bed
all to herself, but soon it had become lonely since there was usually
nobody to share it with.
Hotaru for her part was giddy with anticipation. Her rational
mind that would probably have protested loudly at this point, was
pretty much gone and left behind only the exposed girl/woman, the
lonely outsider/Senshi that hadn't experienced the touch of her lover
for twenty millennia. It was odd considering that actually her healing
powers should give her a HIGH resistance factor to anything narcotic
but that paradox didn't even register with her. Everything was
prepared now. The plan that had hedged in her inhabitations-free state
had come to fruition. She didn't mind that Makoto was there, too. In
fact the kinship that she felt to the older girl - relatively spoken -
had compelled her to include the brunette in the following happenings.
After all, it wouldn't be a fair challenge if Hotaru had their
unsuspecting soon-to-be lover all to herself, right? Of course, if
everything went right, she was still going to win that challenge!
"Okay, here you go, Mina-chan." The dark-haired girl handed the
compact back to its original owner. "Now try it out."
Minako cocked her head. "Why?"
Hotaru smiled mysteriously. "You'll see. Make it something
complex. Like, visible physical changes and all that."
Favoring the younger girl with a dubious look, she thought about
something appropriate to use to humor the girl with. After all the
compact wasn't meant to totally produce a physical alteration of the
body. Yes, some changes could be physical to a degree but most of it
was an illusion. Getting an idea she concentrated on the picture in
her mind and called out the magic phrase.
"MOON POWER TRANSFORM! Turn me into a mysterious phantom thief!"
Minako wasn't really sure where exactly the thought came from,
might be her resident aversion to policemen - though she had worked
with a few as V. Be that as it may, the leader of the Inner Senshi
immediately realized that something was very different when the change
rippled over her. Several of the details that she had pictured seemed
to be actually physical present. Blinking in astonishment she brought
her hands up to remove the hat and felt along her face to come across
the shape of peculiar pointed ears that she had added to her mental
picture in a spur of inspiration. After all phantom thieves were
supposed to be mysterious and you never knew what was underneath their
costume, right?
Makoto meanwhile had moved forward in wonder at the incredible
sexy sight - even though she resolved that Minako had thought up way
too much concealing clothes. The elfin ears were a nice touch but what
really caught her attention was the hair. Moving forward on the bed
she caught a few strands between her fingers and at Minako's inquiring
gaze, stated, "Wow, I didn't think it was supposed to be that real.
Those actually feel different." The brunette was referring to the fine
strands of silvery-white mixed in the blonde hair that actually seemed
to shimmer a bit more than usual.
"It isn't," Hotaru interjected with a triumphant smile. "I
played around a little with the makeup. Most of what was needed was
already there and I only needed to change a few things. Now, you have
an actual physical change!" Minako gaped at that but was unable to
deny the obvious truth. Not too mention that her focus was quickly
directed elsewhere as she met the leering stares of the two other
girls who had come dangerously close. "This definitely has some
advantages, wouldn't you say?" Hotaru licked her lips.
"Oh yes, I have to agree. Very sexy," Makoto added, just running
one palm over the fabric of the midnight blue cloak. "A bit
overdressed though."
Minako suppressed a shudder. Since she had regulated herself to
a high level of self-control in the last years a part of her self
struggled against what she know was to come... for all but one second
at least. The crushing kiss from Hotaru was ripping apart even the
last barriers that the alcohol had left standing and all that she was
able to coherently think was, Oh well. 'What the heck...' The
passionate onslaught that was hardly to be expected of a seventeen
year old girl was irresistible and Minako felt herself moving with the
flow as tongues began to duels and hands began to roam.
Makoto watched with a smile as her roommate took the initiative
and all but tackled their blonde friend onto her back. She was pretty
sure no phantom thief had ever been unmasked, not to even speak about
unclothed, that quickly. A part of her was amazed at the vigor, the
sheer vitality with which Hotaru pressed her advantage over the older
girl. Repressed feelings of loneliness and longing were almost
tangible in the air and she figured now was a good time to quietly
slip out and leave those two themselves... Except the incredible
arousing display held her captive for several more moments than
originally intended. Makoto could feel the heat rising not only in the
room but also in her own body, starting right between her thighs and
spreading outward quickly.
Being caught in the flow of hormones that had captured the room
in its dominant grasp, she almost jumped when suddenly she herself
became the momentary focus of her younger friend's eagerness. A gasp
quickly turned into a moan when two hands disappeared under her blouse
before the taller girl even realized what was happening. Makoto was
incapable of believing that the young-seeming girl was THAT good but
the exciting tremors, quickly rising to quakes that her body put out
at the touch of INCREDIBLE skillful fingers working over her bosom
left her gasping for air when Hotaru finally pulled back to put
something in her hand.
It took her several moments to even snap out of the emotional
shock that Hotaru's ministrations had brought upon her before Makoto
realized it was the magical compact in her hand and that Hotaru had
whispered to her to try it herself before returning her attention to
the blonde with an almost limitless energy.
Minako had only been momentary confused about the lack of
contact before realizing where her attacker had gone. Deciding to play
a more active role she sat up just in time to catch Hotaru as the girl
pounced upon her again. Using her superior strength and agility she
shifted her body in a way that she was able to grasp the dark-haired
girl. A second later it was Hotaru who found herself gazing up at the
face of one kitsune-smiling blonde looming over her with an intent
that was as clear as the sun rising every morning. "I hope you didn't
forget that we thieves are supposed to be very elusive. Now," Minako
all but purred, "let me relieve you of your most prized possessions."
Having made her own experiences already, the blonde woman was
fully intending to pay the other girl back for the earlier treatment.
But instead of sheathing her clothes like a lust-crazed animal, Minako
took her sweet time removing every article of clothing with slow
precision that left Hotaru wiggling in anxious, torturous need and
frustration. When the task was finally done, Minako was straddling a
naked Hotaru and for a long moment - that made the helpless girl
almost wail in anticipation - studied the delicate, well-proportioned
curves. Beyond doubt there was nothing left of the sickly,
genetically-modified young girl that they had first met. Tomoe Hotaru
had, and that was by far an understatement, a body that every woman
would be proud of. She wasn't exactly sporting high class standards,
but then again Minako never was one for often artificial-enhanced
attributes like breasts there you were left wondering how exactly
those woman were even able to walk. While not exactly looking after
woman per se, Minako appreciated a natural beautiful figure... and
Hotaru was very natural indeed. Which left the blonde wondering what
the heck she had been doing chasing after stupid boys who didn't
appreciate her anyway when she could have had someone like that...
'Doesn't matter now', Minako decided and to the immense relief
of her all too willing victim brought her hands to the nicely shaped
breasts, letting her movements flow more from instinct when
experience. She was Sailorvenus, Senshi of Love, after all and there
was a lot she could instinctively draw from her past life.
Makoto had hung back, recovering from the intense but much too
brief treatment by the sex kitten currently having her role reversed.
Who would have thought that Hotaru was that... that... eager! This was
of course nothing to just leave lying down. The little tease was going
to get what she deserved and so was Minako for... for tempting her
with that incredible sexy body! That gave the brunette a brief moment
of pause, wondering what exactly had happened to helping Hotaru and
then shrugged. It was her friend's own fault after all, not that she
seemed to think of it like that.
Hotaru was squirming under a barrage of kisses lavished upon her
lips, neck, throat and finally reaching her by now fully aroused
breasts. Minako's movements were slow and savoring but by doing this
elicited a sheer distracting torture. It definitely had to be the
alcohol making her act on instinct alone, Hotaru reasoned since she
wouldn't have quite believed Minako would come this close to matching
Peitho's skill. That thought hardly mattered though when the older
girl decided to suddenly change pace. The barest brush against her
core was all the warning Hotaru got before two fingers slipped past
the veil concealing her most private possession, the transformed
blonde definitely making good time in keeping her promise of taking it
away.
Minako smiled in triumphant glee when Hotaru buried her head in
the cushion, eyes half-closed and practically glowing with desire. She
had to use her other hand to steady the younger girl when hips bucked
in immediate reaction to the wild and fast pace she was applying with
her fingers. Adding a third finger to brush against the small nub,
Minako was delighted to hear the unrestrained screech signaling
success from her victim. Hotaru's body arched, all those pent up
frustrations and loneliness coming to the forefront and transforming
into a mighty eruption that even surprised its initiator. The Senshi
of Love had barely time to prepare herself before the dark-haired girl
literally exploded on her fingers, her thighs snapping together in
unconscious reaction and threatening to crush the instruments of
pleasure in between them!
Minako was still recovering from the violent reaction, staring
at the momentarily limp form beneath her in bewilderment and that was
when Makoto, who had watched with a steadily increasing libido of her
own, decided to seize her opportunity. Before Minako could as much as
react she found her hands grabbed from behind and the cold material of
something metallic snap around her waists, effectively binding them.
Thus limited she was pulled back against the taller girl who whispered
in a voice that was both threatening and seductive. "Harassing
helpless maidens? I am afraid I have to put you under arrest and give
you a proper punishment, Kaito-chan."
Minako shivered in expectation and Makoto wasn't one to
disappoint. Slipping her arms around the blonde's body she used her
hands that were adorned with fingerless gloves to cup the full
breasts, squeezing firmly. The shockwave of pleasure and plain lust
created by the stronger girl's dominating action made Minako's head
swim and she was barely able to see anything about her attacker's
changed state beyond the fact that Makoto seemed even a bit taller and
stronger than before, her trademark ponytail absent and instead
reformed into a traditional warrior's braid. Beyond that the brunette
was quite literally sporting nothing to really make an accurate
distinction. To see any difference beyond that would have to involve
having seen the Martial Artist naked before!
Hotaru for her part was beyond pleased with the way things had
developed. Her currently one-track mind had decided after the
explosive release she had experienced at the hands of her long-desired
friend that everything was proceeding just as hoped, even more so.
Rolling to the side and coming to a sitting position next to the other
two girls the Senshi of Silence had quickly been reenergized at the
breathtaking sight of her tall - even taller now - roommate reversing
the roles yet again. Minako was totally helpless and at the other
girl's mercy. "What exactly are you supposed to represent?" Hotaru
asked with an appreciative grin, taking in the firm but lean body with
supple muscles underneath a battle-hardened armor of skin and flesh.
Makoto's arms and legs were a bit thicker too but definitely hadn't
lost any of their smoothness. All in all she looked like a somewhat
regal but all over elegant fighter radiating an aura of dominant
power.
"Why, I am a noble samurai of course," Makoto declared proudly
and reinforced her statement by pushing her captive forward. "I
protect the innocent and deal punishment on the criminals." Without
giving the other girl who was soon to be reversing the hold on the
headboard with her chained hands to a death grip any mercy, Makoto's
hands moved downwards, one landing on the exposed butt and the other
finding the valley of the promised land right away, invading sacred
territory with three fingers at once making Minako keen with the
sensations that were surely ripping through her from the forceful
intrusion.
"A samurai with handcuffs?" Hotaru asked amused.
"Hey, you said we should do something complex," Makoto chirped
in reply just before the caressing on her captive's behind turned into
a light smack, followed by a harder one, the fingers playing between
her thighs stopping a moment before resuming their pistoning motion at
even greater speed driving Minako mad with pleasure but for some
reason always holding her on the brink of release.
For the three girls this had gone far beyond a simple act of fun
or physical pleasure. It had become a competition. All of them were
rather competitive girls. Yes, even Hotaru when she had the right
motivation. And being the subtle initiator here motivation was clearly
not lacking. However, she intended to win this challenge. Almost as
expected both of her now lovers had been very creative, trying to
impress the other two with their manner of role play, testing out the
new limitations of the compact. Hotaru had ensured that the energy was
big enough to support at least three different people at once. The old
compact had required constant reloading and was only suited for Minako
alone. Those regulations had been easy to modify and were now brought
to a new level. Neither Minako nor Makoto had, however, realized the
full powers of her alteration and that was why she was going to be
victorious in the end. There wasn't anything to top that one and when
she was finished the possibility of winning that bet with Makoto would
also have greatly increased!
While Hotaru was plotting her move, Makoto had Minako at her
utter and complete mercy. The tall brunette was towering over and
behind her helplessly writhing friend, her body pressed against that
of Minako in a way that brought Makoto's own groin rubbing in-between
her lifted butt cheeks, practically creating static electricity that
only served to fuel the samurai's motions with new vigor. Having been
the only one who had been sexual active before that, Minako only
grunted slightly when she was forced to finally accept Makoto's entire
hand in her by now pretty slippery passage. Shifting to compensate for
the new level of fulfillment a cry split from her lips as an immediate
chain reaction to Makoto's own shout of an earthshaking orgasm drowned
out surprise. The one hand she had fastened around Minako's breast
closed to a level of actually numbing pain. But that was easily being
ignored by the own powerful release that wrecked her system as the
other hand inside of her struck with an equal force, quickly
overriding the initial jolt with sheer ecstasy. Minako's body shook as
if thousands of volt were pounding through her every cell and given
who exactly it was that brought her to this manner of release it was
an analogy not far away from reality.
There was a reason behind the unexpected - if definitely not
unwanted - reaction of Minako's tormentor. Makoto had been planning to
work out all those repressed feelings for a little longer, enjoying
the control she had over her blonde friend, a control that the other
girl for once didn't even begin to fight, easily submitting to the
sensations she could invoke upon her body. Her concentration was
centered directly on the object of her desires and so it was, just as
she had planned, Hotaru who had the upper hand again. Makoto got the
momentary ghost of a glance at a vision emerging behind her that her
lust-crazed and alcohol-induced mind was refusing to believe in before
the truth was hammered home. Literally.
Despite what you might think of Kino Makoto, a woman in the full
bloom of her young years, beyond some tentative self-exploration she
didn't have any sexual experience before this night. Oh, she had read
some novels and all those things teenagers did at some point... but
experience, no. However, she had always wished it to be different,
deep in her heart she had always felt unfulfilled. As much as she
wanted to deny how the loneliness affected her, a part of her remained
wondering what it would be like to be an experienced woman, someone
who knew even the most private parts of her body. That was after all
an aspect of being an adult, right?
Those deep desires brought to exposure by the alcohol in her
systems had been transferred into the picture she had used for her
transformation and - showing once again how major the change in the
compact was - now she did have all the marks of a 'mature' woman. That
was a good thing because otherwise there surely had been some serious
pain instead of the slight discomfort and only momentary resistance
involved when she felt the impossible thick member slipping right into
her anus, sliding almost all the way home and initiating the
detonation of a miniature nuclear bomb inside of her from the shock
and the instant eruption of nerve-blinding fire within her body.
It took Makoto a long time to even master enough mental strength
to relay the comment of turning her head and that little bit of
stubborn control was all but lost as she found the frame of a boy/man
behind her. It was impossible for her to determine an actual age but
the shoulder-length black hair and purple eyes and the victorious
smirk that the fascinatingly male version of Hotaru sent her prey was
enough to make Makoto stop questioning and just enjoy the powerful
thrust at a leisure but steadily increasing pace.
Minako was caught up in all this at the other end. The treatment
Makoto received right now was reflecting right over to her, every
thrust from the handsome girl-turned-boy egging the brunette further
onward in her own pace applied to the still chained woman. The chain
reaction brought upon by this was so intense that Minako didn't even
have the presence of mind to wonder what exactly had overcome the girl
behind her, the blonde's own body being ridden like a wild mustang, a
crescendo of a new height she had previously thought impossible - even
between the high stamina and vigor of three Senshi - building and
building with no end in sight.
This activity went on for several minutes, the daisy chain
unintentionally constructed by the three girls - well, okay two girls
and one boy now - amplifying the pleasure dealt by one and channeling
it further into the chain like a spiral where one action traveled
through all participants to eventually end back by the initiator,
namely Hotaru, who felt all the explosions from the girls in front of
her... err, him, as if they were his own. Had he been in clear
possession of his wits, he probably would have been shocked by his own
actions and boldness but since this wasn't an issue anymore for a long
time, the thought didn't even cross his mind. Sensing that both girls
were pretty much mindless with ecstasy and at the edge of what they
and the magical transformations could take, Hotaru decided it was time
to stop playing around. To tell the absolute truth he was amazed
himself how incredibly well the gender switch had worked. There had
been some residential doubts if that might strain the limitations of
the enhanced compact. This body was everything and much more than he
had hoped for and would serve as the perfect means to achieve his
ultimate goal. Once again, a normal thinking Hotaru would have shied
away from the direct violation the thought contained but even the cool
presence of Saturn was caught up in the erotic dance of pleasure.
Phoebe had waited so long every shield and barrier that would have
stood firm in the face of almost every frightening, dark entity had
crumbled already. She wanted this. Oh, and how she wanted this! But
first...
Makoto had been on the edge of her limit. She had felt Jupiter's
strong presence only inches away from taking over and when Hotaru
behind her shifted in the middle of the thrusting motion. The cock,
that - as much as the fragments of Makoto's blissfully absent mind
were able to comprehend - every normal member of the male species
wouldn't be able to resist being envious of, was redirected and found
its way smoothly inside of her already lubricated center, previously
attended by one of Hotaru's hands that now joined the other in
fondling the tall girl's breasts.
Makoto let loose with a reverberating cry of release as the
fires in her body all came fusing together like one big flame that
filled every cell, every little inch of her innermost self before
exploding into a white-hot haze. The sign of Jupiter flashed on her
forehead in emerald green but somehow the transformation managed to
stay in place just long enough until the nerve-wrecking orgasm
completely rippled over her and Hotaru had gently laid her on her back
next to the panting form of Minako who had given up all insistence of
keeping her form, Venus having long since taken over.
'How incredible convenient', Hotaru thought with a triumphant
smile.
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Minako/Venus wasn't sure whether to be crying, laughing, cursing
or praying. Makoto had definitely just topped any sex she had had in
her young life, taking her on a wild ride that was nearing the scale
of impossibility and now coming down a little from her height - but
still horny as hell! - she had to wonder what had brought on that
relentless attack since it ceased to feel calculated and planned out
at the point when Makoto herself had began to channel her own pleasure
into her. No doubt by the third player in their merry little... well,
whatever they were right now. Just how the younger girl had been able
to do bring about such a strong reaction was beyond her. 'It was
almost as if she was being ridden by a man', Venus mused, just before
glancing up and finding her train of humorous thoughts coming to a
tumbling halt at the sight that greeted her.
The blonde Senshi had turned around after being released from
Makoto's ministration, the handcuffs had been snapped somewhere in the
process of the last release from her attacker that she had felt VERY
clearly. Now physically unrestrained she still was beyond captivated
as her gaze fell upon the body hovering just above her that put all
her previous lovers to shame. Blue eyes traveled down the length of a
muscular frame, not too bulging or reminding someone of a bodybuilder
but with a similar natural grace and beauty she had admired before in
Hotaru. Her eyes nearly threatened to bug out and tumble to the floor
at the sheer SIZE of the unquestionable hunk's equipment... just
before they swiveled upwards again to reassure herself that she hadn't
hallucinated the features that while definitely more handsome still
held the same vibrancy, deep purple eyes and the mane of dark hair.
"Ho-Hotaru..." she stammered out.
The boy's... no, wait that was an insult. There was nothing
boyish about that guy, she chastened herself. The MAN's lips quirked
in a cocky smile. "What about it, Minako-chan? Care to have a taste?"
'Kami', Venus breathed mentally at the implied double innuendo
and could not help but bringing trembling hands up to assure herself
of how very real the MAN in front of her was. Just like the other two
participants in their action, Venus had lost any sort of control long
ago and patience had followed shortly. And so, reenergized by the
godly sight in front of her eyes, lust drove her body onwards as hands
came up to only briefly explore the hard chest and upper body of
Hotaru's male version before they literally flew downward, grasping at
the enormous shaft in between his legs, surprising Hotaru at the fast
recovery and eagerness with which the blonde woman acted. He had been
on the brink of release before bringing Makoto off for the final time
and now his body went rigid like a bowstring and for a moment it was
once again role reversal as Venus's mouth latched onto his member and
SUCKED.
"Oh shit!" he gasped, exploding inside the woman's mouth which
seemed all too eager to consume it all. One definite advantage though
was that this body definitely had a much higher stamina than a normal
man's would have under those circumstances. Venus was fast to learn
that. She had released the massive cock after lapping up pretty much
everything Hotaru seemingly had to bother, amazed that it was still
standing quite erect!
Before she could contemplate resuming her task she was pulled up
by strong hands and against the muscular frame of her lover. Blue met
purple in a mutual expression of lust and need and then their mouths
crashed together. Venus probed forward with her tongue and Hotaru met
her in an incredible hot dance of passion. Their hands were wandering
all over the other's body. All thought about foreplay was thrown out
of the window and Venus, being the Senshi of Love after all, moved
with instinct, heaving her body up a little to meet Hotaru's thrust
that impaled her right through her very core.
The blonde Senshi sighed in rapture as she felt herself being
filled completely by that enormous phallus before the fulfilling
noises turned into a quiet cries and soon into shrieks of ecstasy as
Hotaru applied a fast pace of thrusts while their lips meshed and
hands played over their joined bodies bringing each of them to new
levels of joined harmony.
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Almost forgotten, Jupiter had recovered meanwhile - now with the
full disposal of her Senshi strength and stamina at her disposal that
even a magical transformation couldn't copy. The Senshi of Protection
was many things but she surely was not one to quietly sit back and
watch the action even when or maybe because it was so incredible
erotic. Hotaru-kun and Minako/Venus made such a striking contrast and
a very fitting and completing one at that. It was like watching two
halves of something bigger come together. Dragged into this far enough
already though, Jupiter wasn't going to settle for being neglected.
Making her way on the bed behind the couple locked in the thrall
of passion, the brown-haired Senshi made her presence known by
beginning to kiss the smooth back of her leader, licking and covering
every square inch with her tongue and lips. Venus' moans increased at
the added stimulation, the humping pace of Hotaru-kun already more
than enough to send her mind - in case it was still present - into the
spheres of delirium. She could barely believe the stamina of the man
in front of her and if there had been any doubt before, now she knew
for sure that something so... MAGNIFICENT could only be achieved
through magic. Not that Venus cared one little bit right now!
Hotaru and Jupiter's hands briefly met on the swell of Venus'
breasts. The blonde Senshi was now squeezed in between her teammates
like the inner layer of a sandwich. Jupiter was resting in a sitting
position against the headboard and had pulled Venus back so that her
back was pressing against her own chest and her butt was grinded in
Jupiter's nether regions, stimulating the strong Senshi in her own way
with every thrust that could be felt rocking through her from Hotaru's
end. In unconscious communication control over Venus' ample bosoms was
switched and Hotaru brought her hands down to alternate lift and
caress the blonde's behind and slipping a couple of fingers in between
the folds of Jupiter's core, synchronizing the rhythm with his
unrelenting pace.
Entwined like this it was actually hard to distinguish where one
of them began and where the other two ended. Just like before the
close proximity and shared contact was creating a spiral of passion
that sprang from one to the other to the next and back to the
beginning, increasing steadily in intensity. Hotaru knew he was
reaching his limits of physical and spiritual control. The next climax
would exhaust what little magic was left of the transformation. But he
wasn't done yet, this was going to take careful precision and the time
for the finishing touch had almost come.
Nearing a new height of desire, Hotaru once more picked up his
speed, drawing out almost strangled gasps and grunts from Venus, while
not letting up on the activities of his hands further below as well.
He was already implying a good deal of Senshi speed to keep up with
his own tempo and once this one was over he'd probably have to relent
full control to Saturn anyway.
The action was almost to difficult to perform in his current
state but some detached part of his mind who had clung to the task as
a quasi replacement for control was relaying him just the right moment
to act. The plan had actually morphed quite a bit upon including
Makoto. Yet, while Hotaru would have liked nothing more than to claim
the blonde Senshi for herself, there was a great deal of affection and
respect for his roommate, not to mention a compassion born from twenty
millennia of loneliness. A compassion strong enough that he was more
than willing, in his hardly rational state of mind, to accept the
slightly more difficult adjustment.
Everything came together at once. Hotaru pulled back for a final
thrust, coiling one hand inside of Jupiter while cupping one of Venus'
cheeks so that she wouldn't get squished in the process, and then
rocked forward, pressing onward with his member and hand at the same
time. Had the manor not been pretty isolated and had there been any
maintenance stuff or guests left they probably would have wondered
about the murderous scream of its mistress. Jupiter surely would have
followed suit had she not been currently engaged in a hungry kiss when
the triple climax hit them all, sending a raging inferno of sexual and
magical energy that had charged the air around them, enveloping all
three in something that for a moment felt otherworldly, like an
ancient presence touching them all. It was intense, feeling almost as
if they were being tested by something. Jupiter bit down on Hotaru's
lower lip in catalyzing ecstasy. And then the moment passed and the
concentration of highly potent energy washed over them like a raging
tsunami, sending all three participants into a now truly mindless
frenzy to ride out the sensation as long as somehow possible.
Hotaru didn't even break stride as the transformation of her
male counterpart was washed away and she was filled with new stamina
from Saturn. One hand quickly resumed the work of the now missing
member and both Venus and Jupiter barely noticed the change until very
later upon which point they wouldn't have anything to complain about.
Now, it was truly Senshi mating. Pure, magnificent and
powerful... and with longer reaching consequences as anyone would
realize or remember for several months.
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Outside the manor the man turned away with a satisfied smile on
his face. The plan had been accomplished wonderfully, even more
successful than he had dared to hope for. Oh, there would be some
negative reactions at first, a lot of angst, drama and whatnot that
humans indulged in whenever they found themselves unable to cope with
a situation far beyond their control but the eventual results would be
a potent union that would in turn be a great asset in the upcoming
struggle.
The man didn't turn as in a flash of golden light a taller
blonde woman in traditional miko robes appeared at his side. "What did
you do now? You know we are not supposed to interfere with them..."
"But I wasn't interfering, Filia-chan," the man replied with an
expression of so much innocence that it was already unbelievable for
even the most gullible fool. "I was merely making sure that they would
loosen up a little, you know discard some of those foolish human
limitations like prudence and inhabitations. I'm sure they will be so
much more happier in the long run."
The dragon in human form called Filia looked at the man with
unrestrained skepticism, unable to get the thought through her mind
that any action of him would actually make someone HAPPY. "WHAT did
you do?" she asked again, this time with a slight warning growl,
already harboring some dark suspicion about her (unwillingly) long
time companion's presence here.
She should have known better, she should have really known
better than to ask that question. However, it was almost as if the man
provoked these questions just for this one single purpose and Filia
found herself slashing at thin air, her trusted spiked club impacting
with the pavement and leaving a fairly-sized hole as a reminder when
the man assumed the proper pose with one finger raised in a
mysterious, mocking gesture. "Now that... is a secret." And with that
he was gone before Filia could vent her frustration, leaving her to
exclaim in a rage only possible for a dragon to the heaven's the
accursed name of one - self-proclaimed - mysterious (and annoyingly
meddling) priest.
"XELLOSS!!!"
The End (for this time)
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