The First Setback

The Sailor Senshi fought their way forward meter by meter, a **** attempt to stem the flood of pale bodies. The street was a battlefield of lust and blood—everywhere the wet slap of skin on skin, the tearing of fabric, the animalistic moaning, and the sharp, ecstatic screams of the freshly transformed. The smell of sex, sweat, and fresh blood hung heavy in the air, mingling with the metallic stench of transformation.

Usagi—Sailor Moon—held Chibiusa tightly by the hand, her fingers clenched so hard it hurt. “Stay with me,” she whispered over and over, more to herself than to her daughter. Chibiusa trembled, her eyes wide with terror, but she nodded bravely.

Ami—Sailor Mercury—stayed a little behind, her visor scanning the bodies of the transformed non-stop. Blue data streams flickered across her eyes as she tried to comprehend the impossible. Suddenly her breath caught. Her voice cracked as she read the results aloud: “No body heat anymore… no heartbeat… no breathing. Their vital functions are completely gone, but they keep moving. The venom… it replaces everything. It’s enough if they… if they touch you, if they… enter you… it’s enough to trigger the infection. Friends—don’t let them bite you. And for heaven’s sake… don’t let them take you. No sex. No contact. Nothing.”

The words fell like a verdict. Makoto swallowed hard, her fists trembling. Minako bit her lip so hard it bled. Rei clenched her hands until her knuckles turned white. Chibiusa whimpered softly. Usagi stared at Ami as if she hadn’t understood properly.

“But… we have to…”

“No,” Ami interrupted sharply, her voice unusually hard. “If they even touch you—if they even… take you inside them… you’re lost. The venom is in their saliva, in their blood, in their… in everything.”

Suddenly a vampire—a former bouncer, now a broad-shouldered colossus with throbbing veins and glowing eyes—lunged at Jupiter with an animalistic growl. Makoto reacted instinctively: she spun in a fluid, powerful motion, her green skirt whirling up and briefly revealing her firm, muscular thighs. Her long legs coiled like a spring—and she kicked him full **** in the chest. The vampire flew back as if shot from a catapult, crashed into a stack of trash cans that clattered and rolled across the asphalt. He scrambled up immediately, but Makoto already stood with legs apart, fists raised, green lightning crackling around her hands. “Come here if you dare!” she growled.

Rei—Sailor Mars—held the front line. “Fire Soul!” She hurled fireball after fireball into the crowd. The flames exploded in red and orange bursts, burning the vampires’ skin, forcing them back. Her movements were—unintentionally—graceful and sexy: the short red skirt swirled high with every turn, revealing her taut, long thighs and the curve of her round ass. Her long black hair flew like a blaze of fire, her full breasts rose and fell under the white blouse with every breath, the red bow fluttering wildly. Sweat beaded on her skin, making it glisten. She didn’t notice—she was only fighting, her eyes glowing with rage and concentration.

Venus was the first to face real, deadly danger.

She spotted a small girl—perhaps ten years old—in the corner of a shop entrance, cowering in panic, hands covering her face, sobbing. Without hesitation, Minako ran to her. “Come on, little one, I’ll get you to safety!” She knelt, extended her hand. The girl hesitated, then took it. Minako pulled her up, turned—and was grabbed from behind.

Cold hands clamped around her hips like steel vices. Claws pierced the fabric of her short orange skirt, tearing it open with a sharp ripping sound. The material gave way, hanging in tatters, exposing her plump, round ass and the thin strip of her panties. She felt something hard and cold pressing against the fabric between her thighs—the thick, throbbing head of a cock rubbed over her panties, pushing them aside. Minako screamed, tried to break free, but the vampire was stronger. He **** her to the ground, her face on the cold, dirty asphalt, her skirt shoved up, her ass bare. She felt him positioning himself, the head pressing against her entrance, slowly, agonizingly, threatening to enter—

“Venus!”

Jupiter was there. Makoto leaped forward, grabbed the vampire by the neck, and hurled him aside with a powerful kick. The vampire crashed against a house wall but immediately scrambled up again. Minako rolled away, pulling the girl with her, gasping, shaking. “Thank you…,” she whispered, her voice breaking. She staggered to her feet, clutching the girl to her chest, and ran back to the others.

But there were more and more.

The vampires surged forward now in waves. The six warriors fought back-to-back, but the crowd was overwhelming. Usagi raised her hands, attempting her most powerful attack: “Silver Moon Crystal Power – Kiss!”

Nothing happened.

The Silver Crystal at her chest flickered weakly—as if something was blocking its power, darkening it, draining it. Usagi stared at it in horror, her hands trembling.

“What… why…?”

Saturn—Hotaru—suddenly shouted from the side (she had just rejoined the group): “Run! We have to get out of here! The energy here… it’s suppressing our powers!”

Usagi hesitated—but the vampires leaped forward, a huge mass at once, a living wall of pale

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“No!”

Cold hands clawed into her arms, dragging her back. She screamed, tried to fight, but she was pulled into the crowd. Her blue boots slipped on the asphalt, her short blue skirt rode up, exposing her slender, porcelain-white legs. She looked at her friends in panic—Usagi, Rei, Makoto, Minako, Chibiusa—reached out her hand.

“Run!”, she screamed one last time. “Run away! I… I can’t…”

Then she vanished into the mass of pale bodies—a tangle of fucking, cock-sucking, pussy-licking vampires and transformed. Ami still saw people in various stages of transformation approaching her: a man with a half-erect cock, a woman with swollen breasts, a boy whose eyes were just turning red. Cold hands grabbed her, tore at her uniform, yanked her skirt up, ripped her blouse. She felt fingers inside her, a mouth on her breast, a hard cock pressing against her entrance—and then the bite.

Sailor Moon screamed. “Ami!”

She wanted to run to her, but Rei grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

“You can’t help her if they get you too! Come on, Usagi—please!”

Usagi resisted for a moment, tears in her eyes—but Makoto and Minako helped Rei drag her away. Chibiusa cried loudly.

They barely made it, retreating into a nearby building—an old bookstore with its door standing open. They stumbled inside, slammed the door shut, pushed shelves in front of it. Outside the horde raged on, the moaning and screaming muffled through the walls.

Usagi sank against the wall, sobbing quietly.

“Ami…”

Rei placed a hand on her shoulder. “We’ll get her back. But we have to stay strong now.”

Makoto clenched her fists. “That was just the beginning. This darkness… it’s stronger than we thought.”

Minako wiped away her tears. “We won’t give up.”

Chibiusa clung to Usagi. “Mama… we’ll get her back. I promise.”

Outside the moaning swelled—and the horde grew.

The night was still young.

And Neo-Tokyo fell deeper and deeper into darkness.