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This work contains explicit scenes of bestiality, extreme sexual content, and situations that may be disturbing or offensive to some readers. It includes themes of ambiguous consent and the exploration of dark desires. Extreme discretion is advised.
Note: this is my translation, and it might contain errors.
The Forbidden Desires of Sailor Jupiter: A Bestial Awakening part 1
Makoto Kino, known as Sailor Jupiter, was a vision of beauty and strength. Her ample breasts, round and tempting buttocks, and her long, well-toned legs promised pleasure, while her long brown hair and green eyes sought love.
That day, as Makoto left the pet grooming salon where she worked, she received a message on her phone that read:
"I've seen the pornography you watch, I know everything..."
Makoto stopped in her tracks, her face paling under the setting sun. Surprise and fear mingled within her, wondering what her friends would think if they knew about her darkest secrets.
Another message arrived: "I'm in your room."
Makoto returned to her apartment, her heart pounding. She entered cautiously, finding a familiar figure in the dim light. It was Ami, transformed into Sailor Mercury, her face almost ethereal in its beauty, with her blue hair shining like the night and her deep blue eyes highlighting the perfection of her Asian skin. Her Sailor Mercury outfit hugged her figure, accentuating the sensuality of her curves, promising a desire that had only been imagined before.
"I'm sorry if I scared you," Ami said softly.
Makoto felt a mixture of surprise, fear, and anger upon seeing Ami, questioning how she had discovered her secret.
"I want to share something with you," Ami continued, moving closer slowly. Makoto tensed with each step, but Ami reassured her, "Makoto-chan, I want you to know we're the same. We seek pleasure, and one day, you look for rape porn, then one day you wonder about excrement, and one day, you wonder... Are there videos of women with animals?"
Speechless, Makoto met Ami's understanding gaze, whose hug broke the tension, like she had finally found a sister in her desires.
There, on Makoto's bedroom floor, both transformed into their Sailor alter egos but without their panties, Sailor Jupiter and Sailor Mercury sat side by side, their legs intertwined, mutually masturbating, their eyes fixed on a tablet's screen. In the top corner of the video, the Sailor Mercury logo could be seen, a seal of shared perversion.
The video they were watching was raw and bestial. It showed an actress who, although she tried to hide her identity with a mask, her essence was so recognizable that the disguise seemed merely ornamental. Her straight, shiny black hair framed a face that was the definition of sensuality. Her straight, prominent nose gave her a distinctive feature, an air of sophistication to her expression. Her eyes, a deep blue, were windows to a world of dark desires, capable of capturing any gaze with an intensity that promised secret and forbidden pleasures.
This performer, with a presence that evoked years of exploration into the most taboo corners of adult entertainment, surrendered herself to a Rottweiler with a grace and commitment that only an actress with her experience could offer. Her face, with its soft oval shape, showed a classic beauty that seemed to contradict the intensity of the scene, but undoubtedly made it even more hypnotic.
In the video, she was positioned on all fours, her curvaceous body arched to receive the animal. The Rottweiler penetrated her anus, each thrust captured in detail, showing the union between humanity and the animal in a forbidden act. The actress moaned with evident pleasure, her voice marked by an almost unmistakable accent, making each "Oh, yes!" and "More, please!" resonate with a cadence that added mysticism to the act.
Her words in English, with that distinctive accent, not only expressed her enjoyment but also a complete surrender to the moment, her phrases like "You feel so good" and "Don't stop" filling the air with a mix of excitement and surprise, revealing her pleasure both to the camera and to the two spectators.
Every movement was captured in detail, the heavy breathing of the animal mingling with the actress's moans, her body moving in sync with the dog's thrusts, her hands caressing her own body, urging the Rottweiler on.
As the climax approached in the video, the two Sailors also accelerated, their fingers exploring with more urgency, breathing heavily. In the video, the Rottweiler came, his semen filling the actress's anus in what seemed like an endless ejaculation, marking her as his. At the video's end, the actress's anus was left open, showing the dog's semen inside, while she, still in ecstasy, licked the dog's penis to clean it of her anal juices, an image that sealed the rawness of the act. She reached her own orgasm, her body trembling under the animal.
At the same time, Sailor Jupiter and Sailor Mercury, united in this act of voyeurism and shared pleasure, reached their climax together. Their bodies tensed, moans echoing in the room, their movements now frantic, finding in each other a release that could only come from sharing something so intimate and forbidden.
They had left behind any vestige of the purity their Sailor identities once represented. Now, they were two sisters in degeneration, exploring the limits of pleasure in a dance of lust that had bonded them in a way they had never imagined. At that moment, they were not just Sailor Jupiter and Sailor Mercury; they were two souls lost in the search for something deeper, something more animalistic, within themselves.
Makoto had never experienced anything like this before; her mind wondered how this had happened. Was this sex? Am I a lesbian now? As she looked at her floor, wet with their fluids and Ami's, she looked at her battle companion and wondered, how could a girl like her, how?
Ami gave her a look, her voice soft but laden with intent, "Makoto-chan, are you ready? I want to make your dreams come true today."
Makoto found herself enveloped in a mix of emotions. The initial surprise had transformed into curiosity and desire. Her mind was swirling with questions about identity, desire, and friendship. "Realize my dreams?" she thought, her heart racing not just from excitement but from fear and anticipation of the unknown. Ami's look was not of judgment but of offering, a doorway to explore beyond what she had known. At that moment, Makoto realized this experience could change her self-perception and sexuality, opening a path to a new kind of intimacy and understanding with Ami.
Ami and Makoto were flying together, hand in hand, their bodies rising into the night sky. Their Sailor outfits fluttered in the wind, revealing their naked forms beneath, unhindered by panties. Both of their vaginas, still warm from their recent encounter, throbbed with a reminder of shared pleasure, each movement in the air sending currents of excitement through their bodies. Flying like this, free and naked, was as erotic as it was liberating, an aerial dance of desire and trust.
Makoto, acting more on instinct and trust than logic, no longer worried about how Ami had discovered her darkest secrets. This studious girl, now revealed as a partner in degeneration, shared with her a passion for zoo videos she never would have imagined. Their flight was an expression of this new connection, a bond that went beyond friendship, jointly exploring the bounds of the forbidden.
They landed next to the door of Makoto's workplace, the place where she cared for and beautified animals. Ami let out a confident laugh, "So, are you ready?"
Makoto nodded enthusiastically, "Yes! Here he is."
They entered the shop, and her gaze fell on one of the cages, where a pitbull and chow-chow mix was resting. Its eyes met theirs with animal curiosity.
"Do you like him?" Ami asked, her tone full of complicity.
"Yes! He's beautiful," Makoto responded, her voice filled with admiration.
Both crouched down, their buttocks pointed skyward, offering a tempting and forbidden view, their bodies still vibrating with the energy of their flight and shared desire. At that moment, the air was charged with the promise of something new, something forbidden.
That dog was about to experience indescribable pleasure.