Into the spider's web

As she passed Minako's door on her way to her room, she heard a strange noise. Was she crying?

Ami crept silently towards the door and pressed an ear to it. Her eyes went wide. Not crying, she was moaning! Did she have a boy in there? That was hot. Lust flooded Ami's being.

Ami had to risk a peek. Slowly, quietly as she could, she turned the doorknob and pushed the door open an inch.

Her heart pounded in her chest when she realized what she was looking at.

Her friend, Minako Aino, Sailor Venus, was masturbating furiously and moaning like a slut. She was still wearing her sleep shirt, pulled up to expose a pair of shockingly attractive breasts, Minako lay on her back with the balls of her feet drawn up on the bed close to her butt, her legs spread wide. Both of her hands were between her legs, and while Ami couldn't see exactly what they were doing, the moans and panting coming from Mina told a pretty clear story.

Ami's own pussy flushed with warmth as passion ignited within her, but she closed the door to give her friend some privacy. Ami had no idea the blonde was so sexual. For that matter, Ami didn't realize that something like that could turn her on so much.

'Good for you, Mina. It's about time you shed your bitchy ice queen shell and let loose a bit. Now you just need to keep a man.'

Ami smiled to herself and took another sip of her drink. Her arousal melted away to be replaced once again by that all consuming peace and happiness the drink gave her. It was so good.

She went to her room and stripped down naked and admired herself in the mirror for a moment. She was certainly not her awkward teen self anymore. Her body had a distinctively womanly shape, with a narrow waist flaring out to full hips. Her breasts had kept on growing, too. Ami had filled out to a solid C cup, which looked quite large on her slender frame.

She ran her hands down her sides to her hips and sighed. She never gave herself enough credit; she was actually very attractive. It made her wonder why she tended to dress like a frump.

She pulled a pair of soft cotton shorts on over her bare hips and donned a blue tank top she usually wore under her other shirts, then settled into her computer chair to process some data and nurse her delicious drinks.

The data was messy. It didn't make any sense. Usually, clear patterns formed when she focused on it long enough but she couldn't find the energy to really care that much. Her mind kept drifting to that barista, Donna, who made such wonderful lattes.

She pictured her eyes, large green pools of mystery and delight. Ami sighed, leaning back in her chair as she imagined what it might be like to kiss Donna. To run a hand up her thigh and watch those eyes widen in surprise.

She ran her fingers along her own skin as she daydreamed, then reached for her drink, pulling deeply from it to empty the first cup with a sharp sigh of satisfaction.

She felt really good. The little light on her pocket computer blinked furiously as it detected dark energy in the area but Ami silenced it. There was nothing wrong, here. Everything was fine.

Ami slipped a hand down the front of her pants and stroked herself softly. She made a mental note to shave that area and wondered why she'd never thought to do that before as she slipped a finger between her folds with a sigh.

She reached for her second cup of latte. Donna had given her that one for free. There was a little message written on it. "Donna wants you to visit..." There was a series of numbers Ami immediately recognized as an I.P. address for a computer.

Why not? If Donna wanted it... Ami connected her computer to the address and the emerald-eyed barista appeared on her screen. Recorded video or live stream, Ami couldn't be sure. But Donna looked different. Older, somehow. With black horns on her head and a symbol on her forehead that Ami felt looked familiar. Her eyes were drawn lower to the largest breasts Ami had ever seen, like watermelons. Her mouth fell open at the sight of them, half-exposed by Donna's elaborate gown.

"Hello, pet." Donna cooed. "You're a very naughty girl to walk into this trap so quickly. You must have so many unfulfilled desires." Her full lips curled up in a wicked smile.

All other thoughts quieted at the sound of Donna's soothing voice, Ami lost herself in the woman's eyes.

"Yes. So many." Her computer beeped loudly in warning and Ami looked at it, puzzled.

Donna tsked. "Quiet your mind, girl. Let down your guard. I feel you resisting me, I don't like it. Submit to me and you will have all that you desire."

Ami looked from her Mercury computer to the screen and back again, then reached for the magical computer and shut it off.

"Yes, Donna."

She smiled. "Good girl. First, make sure you finish that drink. I made it extra strong for you. And you may address me by my proper name. Mistress Belladonna, the Corruptor."

Ami nodded and put the drink to her lips. Something about this was worrying her but as soon as that drink passed her tongue all other thoughts left her mind. She just felt really, really good.