Tabako moaned with delight at the orgasmic sounds of her lieutenant. She gave Shishami's tits a firm squeeze. Felt milk dribble onto her hands. Shishami quickly licked up the mess, even as her ass continued to be fucked by her queen.
Shishami has done well, Tabako thought. Loyal. Obedient. But she hasn't had the chance to really test her own power. She eyed Minkako, still being savagely fucked by Arutenasu. It was apparent that the futanari youma was working out some pent-up lust. Tabako caressed Shishami's chin. Raised her lieutenant's ear to her lips. "Shishami, I have a very special assignment for you."
"Yes, my queen?" Shishami panted as she received yet more thrusting.
"I want to see your power to create youma. Take Minako and give her the form you believe most fitting."
Shishami's eyes widened. "You're allowing me, my queen?"
"Of course. You're my lieutenant." Tabako pulled out of Shishami's ass. "Now go ahead." She snapped her fingers. "Meshitsuki! Arutenasu!"
The catgirl maid and futanari nurse raised their heads and eyed their mistress. Tabako crooked her finger, and then pointed at her strap-on. Instinctively, they both knew what she desired and pulled away from Minako in order to clean it off.
"That's right, you two," Tabako said. She then turned to Shishami. "Now, show me what you can do."
Shishami turned to her queen and bowed. She then retrieved her hookah. Once prepared, she sat on a nearby chair and crossed her legs. "Minako, look at me."
Minako, still bent over and in position to be fucked from behind, turned her head to face the lieutenant. Shishami then blew a thick cloud of smoke, engulfing the entranced Sailor Senshi.
"Excellent," Tabako said. "Now, shape her to your desire!"
"Yes, my queen!" Shishami looked over the cloud. She seemed to ponder what she should do, or more accurately, make. Then inspiration seemed to strike as she raised her hands and began to gesture with them.
The process was slower-going than Tabako's conversation of Purutokei, but that was to be expected, seeing that Shishami's own power was but a fraction of Tabako's own. However, when the process was complete and the cloud cleared, the queen marveled at the end result.
The former Minako was dressed in a perversion of her Sailor Senshi fuku. The orange skirt was almost a belt in width, and she wore no panties. Her feet had merged with her heels, now stilettos with four-inch platforms. Her midriff was bare; her top fit tight over her now H-cup chest like latex. Each nipple remained exposed and pierced with golden bells. A chain ran between each tit, and then looped down to her pierced clit; the loop seemed to form a perverse heart shape.
Further, her joints had all been altered. As Shishami commanded her to move, the former Minako showed off an inhuman flexibility; every joint double-jointed, with an astounding range of motion. As she was commanded to stand still, she froze in mid-motion. A perfect mixture of balance and grace. On her face were two large hearts; one on each cheek, and her face was obscured by a domino mask; black, slitted pupils peered out from yellow eyes.
Shishami bowed. "I present to you Yuriaino, my queen. A youma dedicated to pure pleasure. She has the strength, flexibility, and stamina to be used as a tool of pleasure. She is especially effective on women, and gives off pheromones that affects human women specifically."
"A pleasure youma?" Tabako puffed her kiseru. "Not a bad first attempt, Shishami."
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