Senshi of Love: Usagi’s New Day [Episode 18770]

Usagi Tsukino never liked waking up.  It was often a chore for her family members, or her talking cat–slash–reincarnated advisor–slash–magical mascot to get her out of bed.  Right now, though, was a Sunday morning, and nobody was bothering to interrupt her sleep.

So, she was left to drift all by herself in this phase that preceded full wakefulness.  The state of consciousness where you aren’t no longer truly dreaming, but starting to have coherent thoughts, although they tend to wander a lot in weird directions.  She was somehow aware of her surroundings, but not yet ready to open eyes, or move much more than reflex thrashing and rolling.

Usagi had already pushed away the bedcovers, exposing her barely-clad, sixteen-years-old, nubile body in a sprawling position.  She was wearing a mostly see-through nightie, currently bunched up her hips and leaving her small white panties in plain sight.  The flush of her skin, the pout of her mouth, and the way her fingers occasionally stroked or scratched a sensitive spot, were clearly hinting something.

That Usagi was horny.

Which should be no surprise, considering what kind of fantasies her mind was calling up in this half-conscious state.

Despite herself, the blonde schoolgirl who was also the Warrior of Love and Justice, Sailor Moon, was reminiscing her fights against the last menace that had threatened the world.

The latest bunch of Yōma, or Devils, our outer-planar demonic entities like Ami called them, hadn’t been seeking the usual.  That is, they weren’t interested in invading Earth just for the life energy of Humans, or pure-soul crystals, or star seeds, or anything like that.

No.  What they’d wanted, instead, were luscious, young, female beings to abuse and rape and violate and generally turn into fuckslaves.  The sex-craved monsters had been of incredibly varied appearances; from octopus-like beasts to nightmarish mixes of numerous animals to protoplasmic blobs to stunningly beautiful human impersonators.  But they all had one thing in common... they sported numerous tentacles — or other phallic appendages of many shapes and styles — perfectly skilled at plundering helpless women in every free holes.

The battle had been quite epic, and none of the Senshi, Inners or Outers, had came out of it unscathed.  All of them had fallen, more than once, under the power of some mass of lecherous tentacles that had lengthily subjugated them to beyond-this-world rape, until they’d almost lost their minds from pleasure.  Or got gang-banged repeatedly by mind-wiped human males, against whom they couldn’t retaliate since they were just innocents puppets.  Or even seduced by crafty doppelgangers taking the appearance of their boyfriends and having them submit to kinky games and elaborate fetishes....

They were even subjected to worse humiliations and degradations, like the time their enemies used their hentai powers to turn some of them into hermaphrodites, and forced them to go down on their fellow Senshi in an orgy of unnatural sex.

Usagi’s hand was now inside her panties and furiously rubbing her puffy twat, the digits sliding into her gushing vulva to satisfy the maddening need....

But then she stopped suddenly, pulling her hand away and shaking her head fiercely.  No, no, no, NO!  She wasn’t like that!  She wasn’t getting excited just from remembering how those icky tentacles had surrounded her, immobilized her thrashing arms and legs, mercilessly tore off her uniform, and then penetrated her sex, her mouth, her asshole, and pumped in her defenseless body for what felt like hours, to finally fill up her womb, her stomach, her bowels with quantities of thick, demonic sperm, and then repeated the process again until she was losing her mind....

Usagi sighed deeply, and sucked on her juicy fingers absentmindedly.

Sailor Moon had done her best, especially after the final battle, to cleanse herself and the other Senshi of the nefarious after-effects of their repeated rapes with the Maboroshi no Ginzuishō.  She had healed their bodies of the many bite marks, scraps, injuries, internal damages and vessel distending.  She had purified them of the insidious drugs, from the demons’ sperm and other fluids, that had saturated their system, as well as from any — urk — impregnation.  And she had soothed their minds from the psychic consequences of the violations, humiliations, degradations and submission training they had endured; hence thwarting any risk of depression, sex phobia or suicide that could have plagued them.

But, as tempting as it was at the time, she hadn’t completely wiped out theirs memories of the ordeal.

There were several reasons to this.  The first, an emotional one, was that Sailor Moon refused to tamper too much with her friends’ psyche.  Many a Senshi had been already subjected to some memory rewrite, and Usagi was sick of it.  She had suffered from forgetting her friends after the Inners’ deaths in the Artic, and didn’t want to go through that again.

Another more practical reason, pointed out by Ami, was that it would be strategically unwise for the Senshi to ignore everything about the recent enemies.  Victory had been very fleeting.  Several times, they owed their lives solely to the fact that the Tentacle Demons favored their women alive and thrashing. Even when they had the sailor-suited warriors utterly at their mercy, the insatiable bastards preferred to rape the girls senseless instead of using the opportunity to kill them.  More than once, it had allowed their victims to strike back, or some rescue party to arrive in the nick of time.  It was such a close call that erasing from their memories how they vanquished the lustful monsters would be simply foolish.

Because of this, the Sailor Senshi weren’t too much traumatized by their experiences, but they certainly remembered them.  And this, of course, had other consequences, even after the body-and-mind cleansing.

Before the assaults, Usagi and friends were (in their civilian guises) mostly ordinary teenagers.  They had lots of silly notions about love and relationships, and their upbringing had instilled many inhibitions concerning sexual matters.  Now... although their core personalities were still present, most of these inhibitions had been shattered, and some kinky quirks were disturbingly strengthened.  What was originally an open and outgoing behavior leaded to exhibitionism.  Serious boy-craziness turned into real nymphomania.  Shy interest in the working of sexuality became acute obsession with pornography.  Fiery temper and all-around bossiness gave birth to a randy dominatrix.  And a girlish fascination with romance changed into full-fledged voyeurism.

“Mamō-chan...” the half-sleeping Usagi murmured.

Yes, if she couldn’t help but get excited about something, then she believed it’d better to be her fated soulmate.  She had fought hard enough to get him back on her side.  Mamōru Chiba, a.k.a. Tuxedo Kamen, hadn’t escaped brainwashing at the hands of the enemy (as usual). Those succubus-like female demons had been VERY efficient in turning him around.  But Sailor Moon would never let go of her man without a fight — and in this case, her “I will punish you!” speech had been exceptionally heartfelt.

Once freed from the mind control, though, Mamōru had shown some after-effects, too.  He had proven to be a lot more perverted since, and with a few strange obsessions.  But paradoxically, he also became a much better boyfriend for Usagi.  He didn’t seem to be unsure of their relationship any more, and sincerely enjoyed her company.  Sure, he was now shagging every of the Inner Senshi at any opportunity, but the Tsukino girl didn’t really mind that.  They all had been swapping boyfriends regularly anyway... when they weren’t jumping each other in a lesbian orgy.

“Mamō-chan...” Usagi repeated, imagining his tuxedo-clad frame standing above her.  In her fantasy, the blonde kneeled in front of her boyfriend, and gave him a disarming smile as she busied herself on his fly.  Opening the pants, she unwrapped the treasure hidden within.  Mamōru’s stiff manhood came into view, straight like a pole under the gaze of the drooling Moon Princess.  Showing just as much eagerness as in front of an ice cream, Usagi licked the shaft and languorously went up to the crown.  Her tongue twirled around the big blue vein, before reaching the prepuce.  She teased the sensitive fold of skin with the tip of her wet raspberry, eliciting a pleased grunt from her dream lover.  She then wrapped the supple muscle around the glans, coating it with a glistening sheen of saliva.

“Usako...” Mamōru whispered in a throaty voice.  His hand gently rested on her head, between the twin odango, and he started caressing the golden hair.  Usagi cooed in response.  Her delicate mouth withdrew a little, still linked to his manly rod by a trail of drool, to open wide.  She then engulfed the bulbous head within her soft lips, giving it the hottest of all kisses.  The rest of the shaft followed, steadily disappearing in that warm and wet mouth.  Usagi continued her impersonation of a sword-swallower until her nose reached his pubis.  She had no trouble at all taking him to the hilt, since it was her fantasy.  Not that she would find deep-throating any difficult in real life, she’d done it too many times to count.

Then, Usagi’s head started bobbing to and fro, sliding the rock-hard penis in and out of the wondrous tunnel of her oral cavity.  She was quite enjoying herself, delighted by the organ’s warmth in her mouth, its solid feel, the throbbing of the blood in the engorged tissues, the deliciously salty flavor, the musky smell invading her nostrils....

... Except that a little voice, in the back of her mind, was nagging at her... trying to warn her that something was wrong.  Usagi’s not-a-morning-brain was still hazy, but she slowly began to realize... that somehow, this dream was a little bit TOO realistic.  She was losing control of the cock pounding her throat, its pace increasing without her having any choice about it... which should be impossible in HER fantasy!

With a start, Usagi opened her eyes wide.  Now fully awake, she got the confirmation that indeed, there was a perfectly real phallus pumping into her mouth, faster and faster.  Someone was mounting her face and pinning her on the bed, hips rhythmically moving the boner between her lips.  She mumbled in panic around the invading prick as it suddenly discharged its creamy load into her throat.  As tasty sperm was pouring down into her stomach, Usagi was startled as she recognized just who was actually serving her breakfast in bed....

The reproductive organ belonged to...