Dai meets Orochi

It was a hard walk back home for me. I desperately tried to hide my raging erection from passersby, hoping desperately that I didn't run into anyone I knew from school or personally. A few people gave brief glances with my awkward gait. I almost made it home without running into anyone I knew.

"Hey Dai!"
Orochi has a weird way of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Two blocks from my house, Orochi happened to walk past me. He carried a large paper bag filled with his latest haul at the manga store. Luckily he made no comment about my strange walking style.
"Check it out Dai! The latest issue of KAWAII MAGICK!" Orochi squealed, excited by his latest purchase.
He shoved a particularly bedazzling manga in front of my face. Unlike his normal manga, this one was unopened in some sort of special sparkling foil packaging. Orochi had already lopped a protective plastic bag over it.

The cover was adorned with a blonde girl with a v shaped tiara holding a bright orange sword in her right hand. She was dressed quite similarly to Hotaru earlier today when she fought the wraith. The girl's white sailor uniform was skimpy, with orange accents and a short orange miniskirt. Her breasts however were much larger than Hotaru's and I could see the outlines of nipples poking right up against the the sailor uniform. The uniform looked 3 sizes too small. The artist had drawn the woman's blouse buttons as if it was desperately holding two pieces of cloth together. Her breasts looked like they could explode at any moment, destroying the blouse in the process. The woman had exceedingly long smooth legs leading to an absurdly bubbly butt that seemed to stretch the physics of her matching orange panties. The garb looked incredibly out of place juxtaposed against the heroic pose the blonde girl held, standing over a bloody mess of muscly minotaurs. Her rail thin arms and only slight smattering of blood made it hard for me to believe that she could defeat the incredibly well built pile of manly minotaurs that she was standing over.

"Uhh... Orochi... what kind of manga is this?". I tried to hide my increasingly excited tent pole from view as I tried to finish this conversation quicker.
Orochi took a moment to pause and then dramatically wiped his glasses on his greasy white shirt before looking at the manga himself. He placed his hand on his chin and pretended to stroke his non-existent beard while he squinted at the magazine. "Ahhhh... Technically, this is a doujinshi, Dai."

Orochi flipped to the back of the doujinshi. I could see the pictures of the same blonde girl and minotaurs, only instead this time she was on her knees, naked. Her large breasts pointed to the ground as tatters of her blouse fabric could be seen on the floor. Mounted behind her was a mass of muscly brown fur; the minotaur. The absurdly built muscular hands of the minotaur dwarfed the small blonde girl's shoulders that it was holding onto. I could see that the minotaur was aggressively pushing himself into her. Written across her face was pleasure. The blonde girl seemed estatic and looked like she was losing her mind.

In the next picture the girl was lying on her back. White fluid was gushing out of her privates forming a pool on the floor near her. Her eyes rolled around and her mouth was drooling. Written next to the erotic pictures was a tagline: "Choose your own adventure: Sakura's fate, YOU DECIDE". I batted the doujinshi away from my eyes, trying desperately to hide my erection.

Orochi went on... "You see Dai, this one is a special issue. Super rare. It has a rare life-size poster of Sakura-chan! You have to buy regular copies until you open a copy with the GOLDEN TICKET, which lets you buy KAWAII MAGICK LIMITED COLLECTORS EDITION. This one is mine!".
Orochi proudly thumped his chest.
"Sounds like a scam or something EA would come up with" I mused, trying to get past Orochi. Orochi produced a clearly well worn copy of the same doujinshi with a cover printed with regular ink. He slipped it into my bag.
"Don't say I never give you anything good Dai. Trust me, you'll love this doujinshi!".

With that, Orochi left without saying goodbye. I opened the door to my dorm room, pulling the doujinshi out and throwing into the paper recycling bin. I put my bag down and prepared for bedtime. I closed my eyes. Dreams weren't coming to me. All I could see was her. My girlfriend, Hotaru naked. My brain kept replaying the same moment in the in the clearing. Dressed in that revealing sailor uniform, Hotaru was a radiant, sexy goddess. I had often dreamt about my girlfriend at night, it was a pleasing thought to reminisce about past dates or think about her cute face. However today, my mind kept focusing on the moment when the wraith slashed Hotaru.

My mind kept thinking about how the wraith exposed her pure pale skin and her pinkish puffy nipples. The shape of Hotaru's small palmable breats was so much more vivid in my mind's eye. As I fantasised about Hotaru I almost wanted to thank that wraith today. With her strict upbringing and conservative parents I hadn't seen that much of her flesh in all the years we'd dated. It was rare to see her in anything less than a full-length skirt, let alone nude. What a glorious sight it was. I tried to shake that poisonous thought out of my mind. I had to remind myself that we nearly died today. Stirring I woke to find myself at full mast.

Grumbling I flicked the light on. I wouldn't get any sleep if this kept going on. I fumbled around looking for the discarded doujinshi in the paper bin. I began reading about the duty of Sakura and how she was destined to hold back the forces of evil and the monsters they spawned. In this issue, Sakura was hunting evil monsters like minotaurs in the middle of Tokyo, transforming into her signature skimpy sailor suit and trying to destroy evil beings. The doujinshi let readers choose the outcome of the story - whether Sakura won or lost. Given that half the remainder of the volume was dedicated to the "losing option" of the story compared to a paltry 2 pages for the "winning option", it was obvious what the author intended the audience to be more interested in.

I held the doujinshi in my left hand as I touched myself. This was the really good part. The minotaur's axe easily slashed through Sakura's sword, breaking it into pieces. The **** of the blow ripped up the weak fabric of the blouse. A punch from the minotaur's left hand smashed Sakura into some rocks, leaving her ****. The minotaur slowly stomped closer to her, taking out a massive penis that was previously sheathed by a loin cloth. The penis was about the size of two arms, with bludging veins and hairs growing on the shaft. The minotaur ripped Sakura's panties off, plunging his massive member into Sakura's virgin pussy.

While the exaggerated proportions of Sakura did little to add to my arousal, the similar clothes of the blonde girl made it very easy to imagine Hotaru in Sakura chan's place. I imagined it was Hotaru **** on the rubble instead of Sakura. I imagined I was the the minotaur and was ramming my thick hairy monster dick into Hotaru's sweet virgin pussy. My penis was so thick that the penetration was apparent in her abdomen. Slowly she began to wake up while she was being fucked.

She tried to pull herself away from me, but my strong arms held her in position. She fumbled around for her sword as her other hand feebly punched my muscly body. It was no use for the sailor senshi. Each time I slapped my cock into her tight snatch she screamed, first in pain and then gradually in pleasure. My musky lust pheromones filled the air. There was no use resisting a minotaur in the middle of sex. Hotaru's red hair grew increasingly messy with every stroke. I imagined my warm sweaty body against hers, fucking like animals. I came violently inside her, swelling her belly up with my thick monster seed.

"Good, good" a wrinkly old man in a dark robe emerged out of the shadows and gestured me to bring the captured girl to a table. "You have done well, my pet. The scourge of the sailor senshi will be no more." The old man produced a bubbling green vial and tried to feed it to Hotaru. I had to hold her mouth open as she drank the liquid while the old man cackled loudly.

The last panel in the doujinshi was a full 2 page spread. Hotaru and I were flanked by the old man, with an absurdly large wrinkly cock and various monster silhouettes with erect sizable dicks in the shadows to our sides. I could see the outline of a small gang of goblins, some sort of tentacle plant and what looked like a horned demon with a cock that dwarfed my own absurdly large member. She looked at them all with lustful eyes as the potion took effect. She stared at the old man's cock and eagerly sucked on it. I felt jealous butterflies rise up in my heart just as I came all over the sheets again.

Suddenly the sailor senshi was the blonde Sakura again with beachball sized boobs and absurdly sized butt and I was going to need a lot of tissues to clean the cum off my futon. What in the world did Orochi give me to read?