“This… isn’t… right…” Rei struggled to say as she fought against Makoto’s hold. Ami had guessed correctly that she would not be taken without a struggle. Despite the ambush, the girl sometimes known as Sailor Mars had two advantages the others did not in fighting off the plant’s influence.
First, she was far and away the most stubborn and bull-headed of the Inner Senshi. Normally it was a pretty severe disadvantage, but not in this situation. Her obstinance would prove to be a major hurdle for the girls to overcome.
Second, Rei knew that evil was involved right from the start. While seeing her friends under the plant’s spell was unexpected, she still entered the house expecting a fight. There would be no head start on the path to hedonism; Usagi, Ami, and Naru would have to start at square one.
“What’s so wrong about it?” asked Usagi naively as she twirled, which lifted her skirt hem up in the air. Her panties were only visible for a moment; a tiny fraction of a second, but still long enough for Rei to notice.
The priestess-in-training’s eyes widened, then she closed them tight and shook her head violently. ‘No, no, no!’ she thought. ‘This cannot be happening! Usagi can NOT be turning me on! It’s has to be the plant! It must be!’
“Come on, we’re not that bad, are we?” asked Naru, causing Rei to look up once more. Her eyes started to glaze over slightly as she began to take in all three dancer’s movements as a whole, a hypnotically seductive exhibition of unrestrained sexuality. She hadn’t noticed that her foot had begun tapping in time with the tempo of the music. Nor did she notice Makoto’s hands had stopped restraining her, and were now beginning to massage her breasts instead.
“You’re so beautiful Rei,” Ami said, and Rei could tell that she meant it. “We wouldn’t be dancing like this for just anyone.” As the Senshi of Mercury spoke all three dancer simultaneously began to unfasten their skirts with their hands, while their bodies continued to sway and shimmy without the slightest pause.
With a kick three skirts went into the air. Rei was stunned to see how racy each of the girls’ panties was. While most girls in her school were wearing cute or simple styles, the skimpy, lacey lingerie her friends sported were scandalously small. Naru’s were black, Usagi’s were pink, and Ami’s were bright blue.
‘I bet Makoto’s are green,’ Rei thought, before panic set in. She had been so absorbed by the panties that she hadn’t noticed the three girls were now reaching for their blouses. Rei was still thoroughly confused by the affair, but somehow she knew that if she didn’t fight back now, the battle would be over. What little willpower had survived the assault of her senses asserted itself now and with a cry Rei flung herself from her chair and stumbled into Ami.
Fluidly as though she were made of the water that she represented, Ami caught Rei and circled behind her. Usagi and Naru, who had been flanking Ami as dancers at that time, turned to face Rei and the other, forming a circle. Both of them seamlessly continued their dancing, and with Ami’s gentle guidance Rei found herself not echoing but matching the pair, although she was still more awkward than the others.
“See, not so hard, is it?” whispered Ami in her ear. The heat of Ami’s breath on her neck caused her to shudder. As Rei’s mind continued to melt like warm butter, her movement became more assured. She smiled despite herself as Naru and Usagi made room for Makoto to join the circle directly across from her. The dance seemed designed for the leggy brunette as she joyfully dipped and swayed and shook her unrestrained chest as though modesty meant nothing to her among her friends.
In short order Rei was dancing just as enthusiastically and as skillfully as the others. She hardly noticed as Ami began the process of divesting her of temple robes.
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