"Hey, Ami. Wanna have sex?"
"Yes."
Ami and Makoto had sex. Every day, Makoto would wait outside of Ami's cram school, whereupon they would frolick hand-in-hand to whoever's house was available. Today it was Makoto's. They threw open the sliding door, kicked off their shoes, and raced each other to Makoto's bed so that they could begin their long, pleasurable evening together.
Makoto layed Ami down on the bed, her hand in the blue-haired girl's shirt, and kissed her sensually under the chin. They slipped out of their clothes, and began their evening festivities, which, more often than not, would extend up to midnight. Most people would have lost track of the hours they'd spent making love to others, however Ami kept careful track of her time with Makoto. If we make it to midnight, she thought, that'll be hour three thousand seven hundred and fifty-nine.
Ami wrapped her legs around Makoto's back and let the taller girl insert her missionary style. Makoto kissed her. "You're so tight, babe."
Makoto was the only person Ami allowed to call her babe. She thought the word sounded too crass and demeaning, especially when used with a sexual connotation, however she kinda liked when Makoto said it. It somehow made her feel special.
It used to embarrass her to no end, especially when Makoto would say it so loudly around her classmates, but over time she began to enjoy it. Hearing the other girls gossip about her private life awakened a voyeuristic kink Ami never knew she had. For so long, Ami had played the good student, doing her homework and scoring well on tests, and for that nobody gave her so much as a passing glance, but the minute a tall girl calls her babe, then everybody suddenly becomes interested in her.
"Hey Ami, are you dating that really tall girl with the brown hair?" One of her classmates had asked. She simply answered, no, they weren't, but that question quickly stuck itself in her head. Were they dating? They had been fucking nearly every day since they met over a year ago, usually for extended periods at a time, but never had Makoto formally asked her out. The only thing Makoto ever asked was if she wanted to have sex, though Ami didn't fancy that frequent sex was necessarily the same thing as dating.
By that logic, Ami thought, I would have three girlfriends (Rei was hitherto a work in progress). She couldn't count the number of times Minako had climbed through her window and egged her for sex, even though her and Makoto had been preoccuied with one another. Even before that, Usagi would do the same thing, begging for sex during the wee hours of the night when she was too horny to sleep. I really need a new lock for my window, Ami had thought, however the sheer number of times it had seemingly gotten her laid convinced her to leave it open at all times.
Yet despite that, Makoto never snuck into her room. She was always just there, beside her or on top of her, awake or asleep. Why was that? Could it be that Makoto liked her romantically? Or did she just use Ami for sex? Was it that Makoto was horny all the time? Or was it that she was horny because Ami specifically put her in the mood? Was it because Ami let her do sexy things to her that most others wouldn't? Or was it that she only wanted to do those sexy things because she trusted Ami?
But perhaps most quelling of all was the question Ami asked herself every time they were together: Did she like Makoto romantically? She certainly liked the way her stomach conformed to the shape of Makoto's cock, but did that equate to love? What is love? If Usagi was anything to go by, love is… well, really confusing and irritating when the girl refuses to so much as finger fuck you, but what if she was taking you to town every day? Does the objectifying nature of their lust for one another mean it's not love due to a lack of innocence and tolerance, or does that mean their love is stronger?
These questions lingered in Ami's head for weeks, and the ambiguity was frankly unbearable. Even now as she rode atop Makoto's massive foot-long erection, yelping and moaning like a hyena in heat, Ami couldn't pinpoint why she felt anything. Scientifically speaking, she only felt the way she did because absurd levels of oxytocin were pumping through her brain, but that wasn't a satisfying enough answer for her. She wanted to know if what she felt for Makoto was really love, and to do that she needed to know whether or not she and Makoto were a sure thing.
And so Ami hatched plan Find Out If Makoto Loves Me Via Various Dubious Yet Kinky Means to conclude, once and for all, whether they were dating. She mentally checked off the first box in her plan, which was, of course, Get Makoto To Hump The Crap Outta Me. This was the easiest part of the plan, and one that led perfectly into step two, which was Please Cum Inside Me You Glorious Amazonian Goddess, You.
"Fuck," Makoto grunted, "I'm cumming." Semen gushed out of her cock and into Ami, whose stomach inflated slightly from the sheer volume of Makoto's ejaculation. Ami had never gotten pregnant before, but if Makoto's sperm puffing up her belly was any indication of what it was like, then it must be bliss.
She lifted Ami off her cock and let the semen inside her spill out onto the bed. "Take five then start again?"
Ami nodded, completely out of breath from their earth shattering orgasm. "Five."
Makoto yawned, laying her head into the palms of her hands. "I don't know if I'll be able to go all day today, babe."
Ami crawled over to the edge of the bed and reached for her satchel on the floor. "Why's that?"
Makoto admired Ami's ass as she fiddled with her satchel. "Just feel a bit more tired than usual is all."
"If that's the case, then I think I have just the thing for you." Ami removed a bag from her satchel and tossed it onto Makoto's lap. "Take a look."
Makoto inspected the bag. It was small, but the inside was stuffed to the brim with a grass-like substance that Makoto immediately identified as pot. "No way! Ami, where'd you get this?"
"One of my teachers was dealing it behind the vending machines," she said, a coy smirk on her face.
"God, it's been so long since we've done this." Makoto pulled Ami into a hug. "You're the best, babe."
Ami blushed. "How about you give me a reward for my troubles?"
"With pleasure." Their lips met, and soon enough Makoto was sucking on Ami's tongue. She lowered the blue-haired girl onto her back, and positioned herself on top for their second sortie.
Step Three: Entice Makoto With Weed So She'll Fuck Longer and Harder. Success.
Before they could go down on each other, however, Makoto's phone rang. Makoto pulled her mouth off of Ami's tongue, much to the girl's displeasure, then crawled over to the nightstand where her phone was. "Just a sec, babe. Hello?"
"Mako. It's Minako. Wanna grab a bite to eat?"
She glanced back at Ami, who beckoned her by rubbing her hips in an uncharacteristically seductive fashion. "Sorry, I'm a little busy right now, Mina."
"Great! Tell Ami to come, too. Usagi said she wanted to have a foursome after burgers."
"You're not listening to me, Minako. I said I'm—"
"We're meeting up at Rei's place. Be there in ten."
And with that, the phone line went silent. Ami looked at Makoto expectantly. "We're not going, right?"
Makoto reached for her panties. "We're going. You know how Minako gets when we don't show up for orgies."
"Who cares! Let's skip just for today!"
Ami wasn't one to show her irritation, so Makoto flashed her her most saccharine smile and caressed her cheek. "I'll tell you what, babe. After we have some fun with Usagi and Minako, we'll come straight back here and get high all weekend together. Just think of the orgy as foreplay, okay? What do you say?"
Ami was stout at first, refusing to so much as look Makoto in the eyes, but after a few licks on her earlobe she was horny again. "Why can't we just skip the foreplay?"
"You wouldn't skip dinner for desert, would you? Besides, you haven't eaten since eleven, right?"
Ami sighed. "Okay." She extended her pinky. "You promise we'll come right back?"
Makoto took her pinky into her own. "I promise." They kissed, Makoto's pinky gently wrapping around Ami's.
Ami stuffed the weed back into her satchel. "I'm locking all the windows the minute we get back."
Makoto smiled. "Deal."
"Harder, Minako! Harder!" A girl with breasts the size of basketbals bounced atop Minako, who smacked her ass over and over until it turned red. "Just like thaAAAAAH!"
"I'm cumming, Mami, my love!" Minako shot her sperm into the girl's womb. They collapsed onto a heart shaped bed, where, behind them, two other girls, one with blue hair and the other pink, sucked each other off sixty-nine style. The blue-haired girl removed a fat cock roughly two-thirds the diameter of her mouth from her throat, a trail of spit following between it and her lips. "Hey, Minako. Wanna have sex again?"
"Sayaka," the pink-haired girl groaned, "don't stop sucking."
Minako stood from the bed and pulled her skirt up to her waist. "Sorry, my darlings, but I've got a date."
Mami took a lit cigarette from a nearby ashtray and put it into her mouth. "Still going commando, eh Minako?"
"You know it!" She pulled her head through the top of her sailor uniform, which had the bottom of it trimmed so that Minako's naval was exposed, just the way she liked it. She slung her bag over her shoulder and saluted. "You gals keep fighting the good fight while I'm gone."
And so Minako exited the brothel, Salopes et Trucs-her personal favorite general goods store in all of the Juban District-and stepped out onto the hot Tokyo asphalt, her breasts bouncing as she swayed her hips back and forth like a model. Her sem-erect cock formed a very noticeable bulge in her skirt, attracting the eyes of every pedestrian, young and old.
None of this phased Minako, however, as the only thought which raced through her head was whichever hole she was going to fill next. Considering the candidness she used when tackling sex, accentuating her desirable parts seemed a perfectly logical strategy for attracting potential partners, of which she did constantly.
For the other Sailor Scouts, sex was an addiction spawned from the conditioning of their bodies to rigorous stimulation over the course of a year. For Minako, however, it was a way of life the same way speaking or breathing were. She knew nothing other than sex, and interpreted everything around her based on whether or not it would get her laid. And so, Minako would fuck literally everyone and everything that was willing, and she would do so without any semblance of shame or remorse, for she knew not what it meant to have such qualities. In the same way that an alcoholic drinks from the time they wake up to the time they crash, Minako would fuck day-in, day-out.
Something that had baffled Ami to no end was the unreasonable extent of Minako's libido. The girl would quite literally go multiple days in a row without sleep, staying up all night having sex with anybody who was still erect. It didn't seem physically possible that Minako was still alive after so much debauchery, or that she hadn't developed a severe case of erectile dysfunction.
The working hypothesis that Ami proposed was that years of stimulation had caused Minako's amygdala to swell to an abnormal size, thereby minimizing her need to sleep by substituting it with a hyperactive libido. No, it didn't make any sense whatsoever, but it was the best Ami could come up with to explain the bizarre phenomenon that was Minako's ability to never go soft no matter how many pussies she came in.
For all they knew, Minako was the next step in human genetics whose body evolved to match the new generation of futanari women, but Minako honestly couldn't care less, because to her hinking about such heady things just meant less time spent having sex, and that's exactly what she did every waking hour of her life, including now as she approached a particularly busty business woman.
With the same swiftness and ease which Minako used to call Makoto on her cellphone, she simultaneously plunged her cock into the business woman's asshole behind two dumpsters in a sketchy alleyway.
"Hello?" She heard Makoto answer on the other end.
"Mako. It's Minako. Wanna grab a bite to eat?"
"Of course! Then we can have sex, right?"
Makoto had always figured Minako's inability to take no for an answer was one of malice and greed, but what she didn't know was that the blonde was genuinely incapable of processing anything that didn't directly imply that she was going to get laid. Minako, herself, was blissfully unaware of this fact, and so had never bothered to correct it at any point in her life.
"Great!" She replied. "Tell Ami to come, too! Usagi said she wanted to have a foursome after burgers."
"Oh I just can't wait for you to fuck me, Mina-tan!"
"We're meeting up at Rei's place. Be there in ten." She turned her phone off right as she came inside the business woman's ass. She pulled out, tucked her now dampened cock back into her skirt, then thanked the woman she just fucked before skipping out of the alleyway.
Rei's uncle waved to Minako as she approached the shrine. "Mina-tan, good to see you!"
"Hey, Gramps. Rei in her room?"
"Yes. In fact, I believe her and Usagi-tan have something very special in store for you."
"If it's another one of Rei's chastity belts, I ain't interested," she sighed, walking towards the house.
"Are we still on for Tuesday?" Rei's uncle shouted behind her.
"Of course!" She flashed her cock. "I wouldn't miss it for the world!"
Most people considered Minako to be a slut, but Usagi had voiced disapproval over this. "You're not a slut, Mina-chan," she had said one day while they jerked each other off in the girl's bathroom, "you're Post-Slut. You have transcended the typical slut status most often associated with well-to-do girls our age, and have become the embodiment to the spirit of sex."
Post-Slut, huh? It didn't make much sense to her at the time, but lately Minako thought about it a lot. What did it mean to embody the spirit of sex? And is she well-to-do or does she do well? She realized Usagi was prone to saying bizarre things with little coherency, but what she had said that day struck a particular cord with Minako, who couldn't help but identify with those terms.
She slid the door open to Rei's room. "Hey guys, wanna grab something to…." The second her eyes came into contact with Rei's naked, Minako was hard again. So entranced was she, in fact, that she didn't even realize that she had grabbed her cellphone and taken Rei's picture.
It was then that Ami and Makoto walked in, and all her brain could process was a five way Sailor Scout orgy. Five way Sailor Scout orgy. Five way Sailor Scout orgy. Five. Way. Sailor. Scout. Orgy.
She could have cried, the idea was so beautiful. You know, could have. Instead she stripped and immediately called dibs on Rei's virginity, to which Usagi granted her full permission. Today she had a date.