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Title: Intimate

Subtitle: The Catalyst

Status: Alpha

Author: Matthias aka MysticMew

Email: Minaru@gmx.de

(Plot) Beta-reader: Ayrki

Rating: NC-17

Category: Romance, Lemon, Crossover/Fusion (somewhat)

Fandoms: Sailormoon (manga), bits of Tenchi Muyo (OVA), Card Captor Sakura (manga)/Slayers, Ranma 1/2, Inu-Yasha, Vision of Escaflowne and various others

Pairing: Minako/Hotaru/Makoto

Timeline: Part of the Soul Lights Continuum. About two months before Dusk

Summary: The fateful night in which loosen inhabitations lead too far more than anyone would be able to comprehend at that moment.

Distribution: Soul Lights Continuum (http://sl.catstrio.de), Starsinlove-group (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/starsinlove), ff.net (www.fanfiction.net), Mediaminer (www.mediamer.org), ASMR (www.moonromance.net), Shoujo Ai.com (www.shoujoai.com). Anyone else, you can have it but please ask first, 'kay?

Disclaimer: See individual disclaimers below intro

Story Disclaimer: Copyright©2004 by Matthias Engel

Note: () indicates change of POV to the listed character, if empty then the following will be done in third person, a question mark indicates a character who is either unknown yet to the reader or should stay that way for now. <> Indicated time/place if necessary

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 Ten'nou 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)