Ami – Sailor Mercury

The Awakening of Darkness

Ami – Sailor Mercury – was pulled deeper into the mass of cold, pale skin. The bodies closed around her like a living, breathing wall—an oppressive ring of icy flesh that smelled of old metal and sickly-sweet decay, mixed with the heavy metallic tang of fresh blood and the salty reek of sweat and cum. The air was thick, stifling, saturated with the wet smacking of mouths on skin, the rhythmic slapping of bodies, the animalistic growling, and the high, ecstatic screams of the freshly transformed. Her view of her friends vanished completely—Usagi, Rei, Makoto, Minako, Chibiusa—everything dissolved into a sea of pale backs, glowing red eyes, and hungry mouths. Her final cry—“Run!”—choked in her throat as cold fingers clamped around her wrists like steel manacles and yanked her backward.

Hands tore and pulled at her from every direction. Cold fingers and claws raked over her arms, dug into her hips, yanked at her breasts, slid between her thighs. The touches were hard, relentless, icy—like dead flesh that somehow still throbbed, the skin rough and slick with blood and other fluids. Every contact sent shivers racing through her body—cold, biting, yet carrying a treacherous tingle that sank deeper. She heard the wet sucking of mouths, the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin, the guttural growls, and the sharp, ecstatic screams of the newly transformed. All around her were only vampires: some locked in hard, brutal sexual acts—a man thrusting deep into a woman’s ass while sucking at her neck; a vampire woman riding a boy, her long nails buried in his shoulders; a group of five or six bodies fused into a chaotic tangle of limbs, cocks, pussies, and mouths. Others tore clothes from victims—fabric ripping with sharp, high-pitched sounds—**** them, then bit. Transformations played out in every stage: an old woman taken by two young vampires, rejuvenating as she screamed in pleasure; a boy fucked from behind while thrusting into a vampire woman’s mouth, his eyes flashing red; a group of partygoers collapsed in a heap, fucking, bleeding, transforming. It was pure orgy—a throbbing, moaning chaos of flesh, blood, and insatiable hunger.

Ami crashed to the ground. The asphalt was cold, filthy, sticky with blood and other fluids—it smelled of tar, garbage, and the metallic tang of spilled life, blended with the sickly-sweet rot of the vampires. She was claimed instantly.

A vampire woman—a former waitress with lush curves, long black hair, and glowing eyes—ripped open the top of her Sailor blouse. Buttons flew off like tiny projectiles, the blue bow hung loose, her delicate yet perfectly shaped breasts sprang free—nipples hard from cold and shock, skin still faintly rosy from adrenaline. The vampire woman kneaded them brutally at once, her icy fingers digging into the soft flesh, pinching the nipples so hard Ami gasped—a stabbing pain shot through her chest. The vampire woman sucked, bit lightly, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tips while Ami felt her nipples harden even more, a treacherous pull starting between her legs.

A muscular vampire seized her hips from behind—his fingers were freezing, claws digging into her hips, leaving red welts that burned like fire. With one brutal yank he tore the lower half of her Sailor bodysuit in two—the fabric gave with a sharp, ripping sound like a whip crack through the air. Cold air hit her exposed pussy—she was wet, despite her fear, despite her resistance. She felt the thick, hard head of his cock pressing against her entrance—cold, unyielding, throbbing. Then he thrust.

It was a stretch to the point of agony. Ami screamed loud and tortured—her body arched, nails scraping across the asphalt, leaving bloody trails. The pain was overwhelming—it filled her, stretched her to her limits—yet her scream was immediately exploited: another vampire grabbed her head, fingers digging into her blue hair, and shoved his hard, thick cock deep into her mouth. The taste was salty, metallic—precum and blood mixing on her tongue. He thrust in rhythm with the man behind her—deep into her throat until she gagged, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She was lifted slightly—a third vampire lay beneath her, pulling her onto him. The first one who had taken her from behind pulled out of her now—against her will—wet pussy. Immediately the vampire beneath claimed her—thrusting deep into her pussy while she was **** to ride him. Her pussy gripped him tightly, wet, pulsing—she felt every inch, how he filled her, how her walls clenched around him. But the vampire behind her wasted no time: he repositioned and thrust straight into her ass—hard, deep, merciless. The double pressure was overwhelming—her pussy and ass fucked simultaneously, stretching, filling, painful yet… arousing. While she still had the cock in her mouth, the vampire woman continued sucking her breasts, kneading them, massaging the nipples, biting.

It was horror.

Yet the harder the vampires thrust—the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin, the wet sucking of her pussy, the deep, guttural moans of the vampires—the more something spread inside her: an unwanted, treacherous sensation of pleasure. The sound—wet, slurping, slapping—aroused her more and more. Without wanting to, she began sucking the cock in her mouth, her tongue moving around it, licking the head, while her hips involuntarily rose and fell in rhythm. Her pussy and ass clenched rhythmically, milking the cocks inside her. She came—suddenly, overwhelmingly—her pussy spasming around the cock beneath her, a gush of wetness running over her thighs and the cock in her ass, while she moaned loudly, the cock in her mouth vibrating.

All four vampires bit.

The one whose cock was in her mouth grabbed her arm and bit into her wrist—hot blood flowed over his tongue, sweet and metallic. The one she rode bit into her left breast—sucking greedily while thrusting deeper. The one in her ass bit into her shoulder—deep, brutal. The vampire woman bit into her ass—her tongue licking over the wound while she continued massaging Ami’s nipples.

Ami felt them drinking her blood—and a burning that spread through her body. It was like liquid fire racing through her veins, making her muscles twitch, her skin tingle. The vampires kept thrusting, giving her no chance to breathe. Her body slowly began moving in rhythm with them—her hips rising and falling, her pussy and ass clenching rhythmically, milking the cocks inside her. She came again—and again—her body shaking, her eyes glowing red with hunger.

But then she felt it: a darkness trying to spread inside her, to break her will, to ignite her hunger for more. Her analytical, rational soul fought back—the light of Mercury’s power resisted. Unlike the ordinary citizens of Neo-Tokyo, she did not transform immediately. Her skin stayed cool, but not fully pale. Her eyes flickered red, but a trace of blue remained. Her breasts swelled, but not as extremely as the others. Her body trembled with resistance—and with pleasure.

The vampires sensed it. They thrust harder, bit deeper, drank more blood. Ami felt her vision blur, grow hazy. Her mind—so clear, so precise—grew dull. The world around her darkened.

She lost consciousness.

Her body was used further—fucked, sucked, coming—yet deep inside her a spark of light still burned.

Outside, her friends heard her final scream—a scream of pleasure, pain, and resistance.

Usagi dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her face.

“Ami… no…”

Rei pulled her up. “We’ll get her back. But we have to leave now. Right now.”

Makoto and Minako nodded grimly.

Chibiusa cried softly.

They fled—back into the shadows, back into the building that offered them momentary shelter.

But Ami was lost.

For now.

The horde continued to grow.

And the night devoured the city piece by piece.

Ami – Sailor Mercury