“I wish that I possessed the power of perfect shape shifting, able to turn into anything I wish to at will without any negative side effects.” It just wouldn’t do if she turned into an inorganic object only to die for her trouble.
Extending the hand not currently holding the magical stone she tested her power and in an instant became shiny and transparent like glass, now made of living diamond, she flexed her fingers without any difficulty. A moment later and it had become a razor sharp steel scimitar. A copy of her own head smiling back at her. An amorphous blob of water. A cloud of wispy white smoke.
With a devilish grin she tested further, becoming a copy of Sailor Pluto, only to frown slightly as she found herself still wearing her own clothes over a copy of Setsuna’s outfit and body.
But in a cloud of smoke she “disappeared” and her t-shirt, jeans, panty, bra and rock fell to the floor. A moment later and the cloud condensed back into a human, this time as Usagi “dressed” in her school uniform.
“Opps!” she tittered in the voice of the blonde, knocking her temple with her knuckle in a very Usagi manner. Picking up the rock and “pocketing” it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Turning towards it she gave a cheery smile with a peace sign, a perfect impression of her classmate.
Which only made the next form all the more enticing, her uniform shifting into Sailor Moon’s outfit but straining to hold in the mountains of titflesh within and the micro skirt going from skimpy to just plain indecent, doing little to hide the dripping snatch of her pornstar body. Her face though still recognizable as Usagi, especially with her odangos, was a sensual mask of sex! Lidded blue bedroom eyes painted with mascara sat atop a much more mature face, plump rosy red lips parting as she brought her hand, still in the victory sign, to her mouth as her tongue made lewd motions between the fingers. To complete the image, her other hand had snaked down under the short skirt to rub at her shaved muff. She took extreme pleasure as she watched the perverted image of her ditzy friend moan and writhe like a horny slut and wondered if she’d make the original into a copy of this when made her minion.
In the end being a shape shifter was just too good of an opportunity to turn up, not only for the sheer versatility, decadence and petty vanity but for the psychological effect it would have on the Senshi once they realized that their newest enemy could become anyone at any moment. They’d be jumping at shadows and accusing one another of being imposters.
But for now she needed to create a suitable form befitting her new role as the Senshi’s newest adversary and eventual Mistress.
Tue Oct 04 02:05:52 2011