"I suppose we shoud start with the little loose cannon herself," Amelia admitted as she thought of Sailor Saturn. Granted, Saturn was young and a tad inexperienced, but knowing that the power to end the world was in the hands of a 13-year-old was a cause for concern. "Saeko, go find us a lair," she ordered, getting a growl as her transformed mother leapt off the roof. "I'll catch up with you later." With a flourish, Amelia vanished.
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Elsewhere, Hotaru Tomoe was coming home to her adopted family after a long day of classes. Haruka was out on the track and Michiru was outside painting, so she had no one to bear witness to what was inevitably going to happen to her.
Appearing on the roof of the house, Amelia transformed into a pool of clear liquid and slithered through a heat duct and down into the house vents. Amelia flowed and oozed through the passage until she came out in Hotaru's room, where the young girl was changing out of her school uniform and into casual clothes. God, for a 13-year-old, she's hot, Amelia inwardly said as she probed Hotaru's mind for a perfect corruption. She eventually found one. This will be perfect.
The ooze puddle slithered out of the vent cover and silently crawled up the wall and onto the ceiling, stopping directly above Hotaru's head as she continued to undress. With a thought, a pair of long, liquid tendrils slowly lowered down toward the unaware girl, stopping just inches from her head.
And then she struck! The tendrils instant grabbed Hotaru by her wrists, immediately getting the typical screaming reaction. But Amelia paid it no mind as she lifted Hotaru to the ceiling and shot a third tendril into her mouth, muting her screaming.
"Hello, Hotaru," Amelia whispered as the puddle began to expand, reforming into her upper torso. "You're so cute when you're frightened, you know that?" Hotaru merely scowled through her gag. "Here, I've got something for you."
At once, the tendrils broke away from the mass and dropped Hotaru onto the floor, where they began to whip and writhe into a single, long, gooey snake. The snake immediately descended down Hotaru's throat. This was Hotaru's personal kink: deepthroating, for Amelia had found many images of online pictures depicting women taking dicks down their throats.
Eventually, the snake vanished completely down Hotaru's mouth, and she stood up in a daze. Her body began glowing as new clothes appeared on her: that of a stereotypical French maid. "Hello, my Mistress," she announced.
"Hello, Hotaru."
"Who is Hotaru?" she replied. "My life has always been at your command, Mistress."
"Perfect." Amelia dropped down to the floor and reassumed her normal form. "No memory of anything, whether being a Sailor Soldier or a simple little girl."
The maid smiled. "What do you wish of me, Mistress?"
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