The Groper Youma (Sailor Moon)

A/N: The Groper Youma was a commissioned one shot originally written back in August of this year. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!

Themes: Gangbang, Rough Sex, Fucked Silly

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The subway carriage is quiet, at this time of night. That's not to say it's empty, it's definitely occupied. But at about half-capacity, the only sounds are the occasional cough, or some soft snoring as the salarymen who sit along its benches all half-doze and decompress after a long day at their soul-sucking, life-draining office jobs.

As the subway pulls into its next stop, no one moves to get off. No one even expects the doors to open. This is a small, out of the way stop on the way to the next big station after all. There are dozens of those. However, instead of it being only a momentary break in the monotony of their evening commutes… something wondrous happens.

The doors to the subway carriage open, and three stunning spots of bright light in an otherwise dreary existence step into the space. Every single man in the subway carriage snaps awake as Sailors Pluto, Uranus, and Neptune all enter the car. The trio of Sailor Senshi are utter babes, and while not quite as well known as the original Sailor Senshi, they've certainly been making a name for themselves ever since they recently showed up in Japan.

Certainly, the skimpy, sexy outfits they wear even now has done nothing but help their popularity. The white, sleeveless leotards with matching white gloves, combined with color-coded short skirts and matching footwear, and finished off with cute bows adorning their chests and the smalls of their back, as well as tight chokers around their delicate throats… it was quite the ensemble, to say the least.

And right now, that ensemble was tripled, three gloriously gorgeous Sailor Senshi standing there looking around with serious expressions on their faces as the salarymen filling the carriage just stare in abject shock at the visions of beauty that have entered their lives.

Far from sticking together, or even finding some unoccupied seats to make themselves small and forgettable, the brash and altogether outstanding women share a look and a nod… before splitting up. As the subway begins moving again, they spread out through the carriage, with Pluto staying n the middle and the other two heading to either end of the car opposite of her.

All three opt to stand in full view of the increasingly leering, increasingly antagonized salarymen, rather than take up any of the seats that may or may not have saved them from the… attentions being directed their way.

But then in all fairness, that attention was kind of the point. The trio of Outer Senshi were here for one purpose and one purpose alone… they were hunting Youma. Specifically, they were hunting what was known as a 'Groper Youma', a specific type of Youma that preyed on subways like this one, making men grope and molest innocent women. It was grotesque and despicable, but that was where they came in. They were here to put a stop to such evil, once and for all. They just had to keep their cool… until the Youma slipped up and revealed its hiding spot. Then, they could go all out.

Of course, the salarymen don't know that. What they see… is three absolutely beautiful young women, dressed unaccountably scantily. Maybe they're the real Sailor Senshi… maybe they're not. Maybe they just want to have some fun in some no-strings attached subway play. Or maybe it's a trap, and they're going to get in trouble.

That last thought keeps most of the salarymen from moving… at first. But as the subway trundles along on the next leg of its journey, quite a long one that will take at least thirty minutes before they even reach the next stop on their path… it becomes too much for one of the braver, hornier businessmen in particular.

Standing up abruptly, he sidles closer to Sailor Pluto as she stands there in the middle of the carriage, looking straight ahead, holding onto a loop overhead. He grabs the loop right next to her, but keeps himself behind her… everyone is watching, the carriage isn't SO full that he can get away without being seen… which makes it all the more obvious what he's doing, as he uses a classic subway molester's most basic trick.

Not even looking at her, the businessman brushes the BACK of his hand over the curve of her full ass, trying to get a gauge of how she'll react. If she speaks up, then he (and everyone watching them) will know to back off and not do anything more. But if she doesn't…

Sailor Pluto stiffens… and then forcefully makes herself relax. This in turn causes a broad grin to spread across the first man's face, as he gets exactly what he's looking for. She wants it… of course she fucking does, dressed like she is. Turning his hand around, he brushes again across her ass… before getting bolder, as she still doesn't react or say anything.

As the salaryman helps himself to a firm grope of Sailor Pluto's ass, she gasps… but doesn't turn to face him. She would be able to detect if he was the Groper Youma they were looking for after all. No, he's probably just under the influence of one, the Groper Youma itself still hidden away elsewhere in the carriage.

But the Outer Senshi have it on good authority that a Groper Youma simply won't be able to resist eventually involving itself… directly. So really, all they have to do is hold on and wait for it to snap and seize the chance right in front of it. Then, they can do their thing. Until that happens however, they can't fight back. Or else the Groper Youma will be scared away.

Needless to say, seeing the bravest among them just casually groping Sailor Pluto's ass directly now, and with both hands at that… it sets off the rest of the men in the subway carriage. Suddenly, they're all standing up and the three Outer Senshi quickly find themselves surrounded by grinning perverts who are undressing them with their eyes even before they get their hands on them.

"Bunch of Sailor Sluts we've got here, it seems…"

"They're fucking asking for it, aren't they?"

"Fuck yeah, they are…"

"Probably not even real Sailor Senshi!"

"That's fine. The real Sailor Senshi are out there somewhere protecting the city properly… while these girls offer themselves up for lonely men like us…"

"Hah, speak for yourself! I've got a missus at home!"

"… And?"

"… Fuck it."

The lewd commentary is too hard for the trio of women to possibly ignore. They don't respond verbally, but they do blush and squirm as the men get bolder and bolder in their touches. It's especially difficult for Sailor Uranus and Sailor Neptune… after all, the two are dating in their civilian identities. As girlfriends, this sort of mission isn't one they would normally go on… but they figured it was better for them to do so, since they would have a clear head… right?

As the salarymen make crasser and crasser comments, the three Sailor Senshi are growing increasingly desperate, looking from pervert to pervert, trying to find any sign of the Groper Youma. Glowing eyes, claws or fangs, long tongues, green skin… anything that would reveal their quarry's presence. Alas, there's nothing like that. Nothing but normal human men, growing increasingly emboldened by the lack of reaction from their own prey as the Outer Senshi do nothing to stop them.

Neptune is the first to crack and let out a squeal of protest when the man sitting right behind her suddenly flips up her short, tiny miniskirt and buries his face in her plush, leotard-clad ass. Licking and biting the edges of the pale flesh poking out from under the crotch of her white leotard, he lets out a laughing groan of pleasure, even as his hands pull her hips towards him, leaving her in a truly humiliating, bent-over position with her ass jutting out in a shameful manner.

Green locks toss as Neptune looks to her allies for help… only to discover that neither of them is in any position to assist her at this point in time.

In the center of the car, the men surrounding Pluto have not been idle. Removing their ties, they've pulled her slender arms high above her head and tied her wrists to the railing above her with the pieces of cloth. Restrained like that, and unable to use her powers without any direct sign of the Groper Youma's presence, Pluto can only whimper, the long-haired Senshi quivering and squirming as the men grope all along her defenseless curves, accentuated by her arms being over her head. Her long legs aren't safe either, with one man even on his knees just so he can nuzzle into her bare flesh down there uninterrupted.

Meanwhile, past Pluto, at the other end of the car, Neptune can't even see her girlfriend. This is because Uranus has been pushed to her knees, the short-haired blonde forced to contend with several men surrounding her in a tight circle and fishing their throbbing erections out of their pants. Staring around at their cocks wide-eyed, Uranus glances up at them all, the usually strong tomboy's expression one of fear and pleading for mercy as she tries and fails to find ANY trace of the Groper Youma she and her comrades are after.

… She doesn't.

Back with Neptune, she can't even worry too much about what might be happening to her girlfriend at the moment, because just after she's maybe getting a LITTLE used to contending with the pervert's face buried in her plush ass, two more salarymen grab her by the wrists and force her to wrap her gloved hands around their cocks. She's grateful to have the gloves as a barrier at least, but it doesn't stop her from feeling the warmth of their members all the same, awkwardly jerking off the cocks forced into her hands as she whimpers in protest and disgust.

This wasn't how this was supposed to go. The Groper Youma wasn't supposed to be able to resist all three of them! But so far, Neptune can't see any trace of a Youma. All she sees is hungry men… men that she and her friends have provoked by showing up unannounced and flaunting their bodies like there's no tomorrow.

"Sooo fucking sexy~"

"Love those curls, 'Sailor Neptune'."

"Heh, yeah. You're one of my favorites, you know, even if you're new."

"It's not the real one, you dolt."

"Sure, but what are the chances I ever get to talk to the real one, yeah?"

As they talk over her head, Neptune flushes. She takes some solace in the fact that they don't believe she's actually her. But that solace doesn't last long, because all of the sudden, the man behind her pulls back. For a brief moment, Neptune feels relief. And then, she shrieks as he yanks her by the hips back into his lap.

His hard cock, taken out of his pants at some point in the last little while, spreads her thighs as it slides up between it. The other two salarymen she's been jerking off shuffle over closer so she can keep doing so, while the rest who are jerking themselves off right in her face move in closer as well now that she's… lower down.

Reaching around her, the man who's lap she's been forced into pulls aside her leotard. Neptune realizes what's happening a moment too late, as he lifts her up… and promptly impales her on his cock.

"N-No-nngh!"

An expression of pure horror and disgust spreads across the green-haired Senshi's face, as she shudders from the sudden intrusion. His cock splits her open, her pussy barely wet enough for this, and only that much because of… well, her body's natural biological reaction to the touches she's been receiving so far. It's not like she could avoid reacting entirely to a man literally nuzzling her crotch from b-behind or anything like that!

With her now riding the man's cock unwillingly, one of the others surrounding her, the one who commented on her curls, abruptly moves forward, taking the initiative and grabbing her by her hair and shoving his cock right into her open mouth. Neptune's eyes widen in dismay as she finds herself gagging and choking on the dick. She can't help but wonder where Uranus is… why she's not helping her.

… But then, if she knew what Uranus was going through, well, she might just have been more forgiving.

"GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!"

"That's right, bitch! Take it!"

"Heh, she's not glaring so much anymore, is she?"

Of the three Outer Senshi in the subway carriage, Uranus was the most masculine, the most… aggressive. While she knew just as well as the others that she couldn't attack some defenseless citizens, especially when these men were all victims of the Groper Youma that she and her friends had come to defeat, that didn't stop her from glaring impotently at all of them the entire time.

But her glaring hadn't stopped the men surrounding her… rather, it had only emboldened them. Pushing her to her knees, they'd surrounded her and proceeded to use her warm, wet mouth like there was no tomorrow. No sooner had one man grabbed her by her short blonde locks and forced her cock down his throat, then another was reaching out, twisting her head his direction, and doing the exact same.

Choking, gurgling, sputtering, Sailor Uranus can do nothing but endure as her hands are securely wrapped around two more dicks. She jerks them off, if only because so long as she's occupying two of their cocks with her hands, then at least she's not being forced to handle them with her mouth or her poor, increasingly ravaged throat.

"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"

As the blowbang continues, Uranus' glares have indeed died down, replaced by shame and embarrassment. She could hear what sounded like Neptune's squealing from the other end of the carriage, and truly there was nothing more she wanted than to go to her girlfriend's aid. But they'd had a code word to shout for when they found the Groper Youma and were allowed to engage. And it had yet to be used.

Now, her girlfriend has fallen into silence. No more squealing, no more cries, no more protests. Uranus, surrounded by men on all sides, doesn't know what that means. She can only trust that the Groper Youma will reveal itself soon, at which point she knows that any of the three of them is strong enough to break free of these normal human men and defeat the Youma in no time at all.

Until then however, Uranus remains stuck on her knees, forced into this unenviable position, unable to help her girlfriend. She can't even help herself.

"Hulghk! Hulghk! Hulghk!"

"Fuuuck that's good. Think I'm lubed up enough now boys! Gonna go try and pry my way into the middle one's ass!"

"Hah, good luck!"

Indeed, while Neptune was being spit-roasted on one end of the subway carriage, and Uranus was the center of a blowbang on the other… one might say that Pluto was receiving the worst of it, being the middle of the two worlds, the 'way station' for the salarymen to pass through as they traveled up and down the subway carriage, making use of all three women.

At this point, Pluto is in the air, half clinging to the railing she's tied to for dear life, half-held aloft by the men currently on either side of her. Legs spread against her will, heeled boots kicking in the air, she tries to keep her voice contained, tries not to let on how… it's affecting her. But it's hard. And it's only getting harder still.

As a cock pistons in and out of her cunt, yet another of the salarymen moves behind her and tries to pry open her tight asshole with his own dick. Covered in Uranus' slobber and saliva, he makes progress like none before him… though to be fair, it should be said that his progress is only possible because of the pioneers that came before him.

As he proves to be the first to finally enter Pluto's puckered backdoor, the most composed of the Outer Senshi finally breaks, her eyes widening and a true squeal leaving her lips. This causes the men around her to all laugh jeeringly, even as they stare at her hungrily, waiting their turns to take part in the sandwich that she's currently the middle of. Fucking her in both of her lower holes, DPing her like there's no tomorrow, the salarymen fuck Pluto hard and fast now that they've got her ass gaping, leaving her shuddering and moaning, unable to hold back her reactions any longer.

In truth, none of the women are able to hold back their reactions… but those reactions change over time. Thirty minutes comes and goes, and with it, the next stop on the subway's track. No one gets off, but a couple more men do get on. They immediately join in the fuck, of course.

The orgy and gangbangs continue for hours, as it stands, well into the night. Sometimes, a woman will be waiting at one of the stops, but when she sees what's happening in the subway carriage, she's smart enough not to get on. Meanwhile, the men waiting all leap at the chance to join in on the fun. This prolongs the Outer Senshi's combined torment, as its not long before the first batch of men mostly grow tired and have to get off the subway to head home for the night.

But if you'd asked Pluto, Uranus, and Neptune if they noticed this, they couldn't have said, because those men who left were just as rapidly replaced with more men, newer men, in a cycle that went on and on and out.

All three of the Sailor Senshi are stripped naked and fucked senseless in every hole at some point. At a certain point, no one in the subway carriage even remembers what they were originally dressed as or has any inkling of who they might actually be. They just know these three beautiful women are all too willing, and so they enjoy the gift from the gods that's landed on their doorstep.

And it should be said… they ARE willing. While the trio of beauties started out on a mission, things… change as time goes on. Uranus and Neptune always thought they were lesbians, because of their love for one another. But while their love for one another does not go away… it turns out they might be bisexual after all, as they both find themselves developing a liking for big, fat cocks independent from one another after being fucked by countless numbers of them.

Men are slow to leave the party, but quick to join, lured by the sight of Uranus' tits pushed up against the windows while the men in the carriage take turns running a train on her tight runner's ass. Pluto, meanwhile, eventually gets let down from her bondage when a new batch of men realizes what a crime it is to leave her mouth and her huge tits unfucked. And Neptune spends a considerably stretch of time being made airtight on the floor of the subway car, a cock in every orifice plus two more in her hands, plus another wrapped up in her hair as that man gives himself a hairjob on her beautiful green locks.

Eventually though, the trio are too cum-drenched and unresponsive for even the horniest of the salarymen to want another turn with them. There comes a point where, if you use a woman too much, they stop feeling like a person. They'd reached that spot hours ago to be clear, this was beyond even that… this was a point in which Pluto, Uranus, and Neptune were all so filthy and unrecognizable as human beings that they just weren't arousing or sexy anymore.

And so, the men finally begin to file out of the carriage one by one, each taking one last scrap of clothing or a picture with their phones as souvenirs. The three fucked-out Outer Senshi are left in a sticky, panting pile of exhausted flesh. Uranus and Neptune cuddle together, giggling mindlessly and celebrating finally being with one another after their exhausting night apart. Kissing tiredly, they're uncaring of the countless dicks and loads of cum on each other's tongues.

Meanwhile, Sailor Pluto lays on her back beside her friends, staring up at the subway carriage ceiling. For all intents and purposes, she looks like she's in a pleasure coma. Her eyes are glazed over, on top of her quite literally being glazed and coated in cum from head to toe. But no, Pluto is tougher than that. In the end, she's too busy feeling like a failure to really worry about Uranus and Neptune.

… After all, despite hours of being reduced to playthings for the men in the subway carriage, they'd never managed to find that Groper Youma. Sailor Venus would be so disappointed in them…

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"Seriously, Minako?"

The other Inner Senshi are also looking at Minako askance, even as Rei groans and rubs her face with her palm. But Minako herself, aka Sailor Venus, just giggles and shrugs.

"What? I thought it was funny!"

"Funny! Funny to send those three after a 'Groper Youma'?! Why not send them for a bottle of elbow grease instead? Or maybe a jug of headlight fluid! Hell, why not a left-handed hammer while you're at it!"

Rei's exasperation just further fuels Minako's amusement as she snickers and waves her fellow Inner Senshi off.

"It's just a little harmless hazing. Honestly, those three are always so serious… they could learn to take a joke~"

Rei doesn't really have anything to say to that, so she just grumbles and gets back to her breakfast while everyone else does the same. The Outer Senshi ARE very serious and 'mature' at times, in comparison to the Inner Senshi. And really… it was just a little harmless hazing. Wasn't it?

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