The doll that had been Hino Rei, aka Sailor Mars, was displayed on a red cushion in the corner of Tina's trophy room. She was doubled over at the waist so that her legs were lifted into the air, and held in place by her hands an a creative use of a little silly putty. The position showcased her dilated vagina and puckered anus while at the same time let the viewer admire her inflated tits. The embarasingly exposed posture made Rei feel so delightfully aroused that she hoped somebody would soon come along to see her and take her on the spot.
But she had a perfect view of the room and saw that there was nobody was around and that made her slightly sad. Tina had admired her artistry when she'd left Rie in that pose, but hadn't been back to the trophy room since. She was at that moment aranging two of her newest dollies for sale. Puddles might have felt a little peeved at how easy Sayuri and Yuka had been taken, but Tina was delighted. A two for one school girl special was sure to make for a quick sale, so she might be able to dispose the new merchandise before she shifted out of the dimention.
It was a private chamber inside an extradimentional annex that could only be accessed through a portal hidden away in plain sight from accidental discovery. Only herself and puddles were normally allowed admittance. Oh, their rubberised victims too, of course. But there was an uninvited pest, who had wrapped himself around Mizuno Ami's crotch in a frustrating attempt to satisfy his lust. Rei was happy for Ami, those mobile panties looked like a lot of fun. She hoped they'd come over and see her sometime.
It had taken Happosai a while to get used "feeding" in his new form, and the less potent ki of this world, but he'd finally found that humping the rubber vagina was far from futile. The more aroused Ami grew from his manipulations of her plastic folds, the more he became aware of what made Tina's special merchandise so popular with her unsuspecting customers.
Though they lay still and unmoving during intercourse, the dollies rippling orgasms were communicated to their users through their still living aura. On a world of Mad-Martial-Arts-Skillz Rules their life force would have stood out like a beacon. On the current world of Magical-Girl-Magic Rules it required specual detection equipment or psychic abilities to recognise it for what it was. The customers just knew that humping a love dolly doubled their pleasure.
Happosai wasn't an ordinary customer though, he wasn't even human any more. He was a animated pair of Hello-Kinky panties with a perverted mind that had dedicated decades to the persuit of letchery. He knew what he was feeling and, even though it seemed unnaturally faint and muted, it was the closest he'd gotten to experiencing the real thing in a while. The feedback had cause the pleasantly startled discovery that he could grow an erection on the inside of his panty form. His dildo extrusion was working furiously away inside Ami's realistic plastic molded vagina.
The more he rubbed and fucked, the more aroused and stimuated Ami grew. Beyond the all embracing thought-hazed cloud of lust, Ami's arousal grew, beyond even the mind blowing surge of orgasms. It grew and grew, until her brain started to work.
"Stop that!" Ranma ordered peevishly.
"I'm sorry," Kumori appologised, but her mischeivious smile was anything but contrite. "You know, I've been turned into a rubber sey toy, then a horny teenage cat girl. You'd think I'd expect the unexpected but seeing my hunky new boyfriend turn into a cute sexpot is still something of a surprise."
"That's no reason to grope me," Ranma protested and rubbed the offended parts. "And I ain't a sexpot neither!"
"I'm a doctor," Kumori assured him. "I couldn't help but be curious about how real they were. Especially ones as big as those babies. But I guess I'm kinda built too, now. Whee!"
"Whatever," Ranma blew off his anger. It's hard to stay angry with a bouncy kitty. "But would you stop squishing your chest like that? Cheeses! It's freaking me out!"
"Yah, really! Er, I mean, sorry, master. But isn't using yourself as bait for the monster kind of dangerous?"
"Yeah," Ranma admitted but, with more confidence than he felt, explained, "but it's the only way to draw the monster out."
"I could go with you," Kumori countered, "I don't mind being monster bait for you. Really, I don't." Well, it wasn't entirely untrue. "I'm a cat girl, and I have these amazing catlike reflexes, and claws and …"
"Nah," Ranma disagreed with a shudder and thought quickly, "they might, uh, recognise you. They'll be on their guard enough already."
"I guess," Kumori agreed, though not entirely convinced by Ranma's ridiculous lie. "I just don't want to be left alone out here. And I don't know what I'll do if you get turned into a love doll."
"Ain't gonna happen," Ranma boasted. "I'm still Saotome Ranma, whatever happens."
"Okay then, let me just kiss you for good luck, then. Hey, wait up! Oh well, bye bye!" ' Oh, Saotome Ranma donno, be careful! Hmm… &nsbp; What a nice name. "Saotome … Kumori chan". Tee hee hee. Why am I giggling like a silly school girl with a crush at a time like this? Stupid hormones, my man is in danger! Tee hee hee. "My man." I like the sound of that. … Dammit, Kumori, focus! Stupid cat-like attention span! He'll be okay. He's got that big sword. It'll slice through that monster like a hot knife gutting fish! Mmm, fishies…'
She sliced, she diced, and she watched in horror as the slime just oozed back together. No matter how many tentacles she lopped off, the creature just sucked their liquid mass back into its bulk and extruded a dozen more.
Puddles found it so much fun! Pain was mostly a foreign concept, although being chopped up into little bits stung, but it was worth it to play with his food. Puddles liked it when the lively girls resisted; it made them all excited and turning that into permanent arousal was so tasty. He looked forward to finnally having his way with her. The delicious meal made by consuming her perishable, organic, flesh and transforming it into durable rubber would so make up for the one that had got away.
"No!" she cried as the sword slipped out of her fingers, launched across the room, and embedded itself into the wall.
"Yes!" Puddles would have burbled if he had been capable of speech. Still, his actions bespoke his enthusiasm well enough. With the nasty choping tool out of the way, their was nothing to stand between Puddles and his beautify prey.
And so, Nodoka was quickly divested of her kimono and introduced to the wonderful world of tentacle sex.
Meanwhile …
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