Sexy Soldier Sailor Deep 

Author's Note: This is based on Chrissy-chan's Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Garv and takes place a year before that story. Deep is the property of ROC Industries and cannot be used without our permission. Violate that and I will rip out your rib cage and wear it as a hat.

Prologue

The silent watcher refocused the binoculars and observed the lithe figure through a conveniently open curtain. She was beautiful, her young body gleaming with sweat as she clumsily tried to mimic the exercises on tv. A small black cat barely avoided being stepped on. Her breasts and blonde pigtails bounced with exertion.
*BAP!*
The watcher looked up to see a young man with spiky black hair and ridiculous shoulder armor over a formal tuxedo.
    "Tuxedo Dynast! You're not supposed to show up until next season!" The pissed-off yet mysterious figure glared.
    "Well, YOU'RE not supposed to be spying on THAT particular girl. Do you want Naoko-san to sue us?"
    "Gripe gripe gripe..." muttered the stalker. "I was just waiting for her to come home from school."
    "Whatever," Tuxedo Dynast disappeared in a huff, leaving behind a perfectly sculpted ice rose. The watcher picked it up and looked up to the sky.
    "What the hell am I supposed to do with this?!"
    "It's my trademark exit," boomed a voice from the heavens, "deal with it!"
    "Drama queen," the figure bitched and readjusted the binoculars.
His quarry was coming up the block now, blue hair swaying gently in the early spring breeze. The fuku she wore made her look adorable but young. Dammit, why couldn't it have been the blonde in the prophecy? Well, hell. No use griping about it. At least she wore a short little skirt that he could look up. Perhaps if he were really lucky and nice to her...

While he mooned over her body, his target had gotten ahead of him. The observer muttered a nasty curse and scrambled to keep up.

Part One

"Stupid rassum frassum teachers and their boring bullshit. One of these days..."
Dauphine "Dolphin" de Mer grumbled to herself as she walked home from school. Her instructors really pissed her off, complaining that she "wasn't applying herself" where her schoolwork was concerned. Screw them. She maintained straight A's and B's and wasn't going to expend any extra effort just to make a bunch of stuffy wankers look good. She'd save her energy for college.

    She glanced at her watch. There were thirty more minutes before karate class, plenty of time for a shower. Now learning to kick ass was a worthy expenditure of her time. Dolphin enjoyed martial arts; they kept her fit and blessed her with agility. In addition, she was able to stare at Hikaru-sempai's tight buns as he demonstrated katas.

Dolphin stopped at a large gothic building with "Bianca's Pain Castle" written in calligraphy above the door. "I'm home!" she called as she opened the door. A sweet-faced woman in a leather corset and matching thong smiled at her.
    "I made oatmeal cookies, dear. Oh, and how do you feel about meatloaf for dinner?"
    "That's fine," her daughter replied, her mouth full of cookies. Dolphin glanced at her mother's choice of clothing. "Client?"
    "No, honey. I'm training a new dom," Mrs. de Mer replied and opened the door to a red velvet room. "No, Tokiko, use the deer leather, not the cow. Mr. Otsuki is allergic."

    Dolphin laughed, stripping her clothes off as she walked down the hall. The discarded garments were thrown down the laundry chute and the naked schoolgirl stepped into her bedroom, heading for the shower. Dolphin relaxed, letting the day's tension seep out of her as she soaped up her body. Perhaps today she'd ask her sempai out and if he was a good boy, he might get to second base...

 Now clean, the young woman dressed in her gi and jogged the four blocks to the dojo.

***

    "Yo, Dolph!" Hikaru was warming up when she got there. He was very hot, not to mention smart, funny, and nice. Too bad he considered her jailbait.
    "Hey, Hikaru, gettin' any lately?"
He grinned. "Nah. You know I'm just waiting for you to grow up."
    "Bullshit."
He laughed, not taking offense. Hikaru seemed to enjoy her sarcastic attitude, a smokescreen to flirt with him.
    "So, um, Hikaru... there's a-"
    "Hikaru-sempai?"
Amy Jo Jenkins wiggled up, her gi loosely tied to show off her ample, if surgically enhanced chest. Cheap slut. Dolphin wished she'd thought of something like that.
    "Can you help me with that new kick we learned last week?" Amy Jo cooed, ignoring Dolphin. Bitch.
    "Yeah, sure," Hikaru allowed Karate Barbie to lead him away. "We'll talk later, okay, Dolphin?"
    "Yeah, no problem."
Dolphin growled and began to warm up. Man, that tramp pissed her off. Amy Jo set her sights on Hikaru weeks ago when she joined and latched onto him during class like a leech. Sempai seemed oblivious to Amy Jo's flirtation and treated her like everyone else. Dolphin figured Hikaru could hold out for another month without boffing the bitch. Unless of course, she saved him from himself.

    "All right, today we're learning a new combination," the sensei was telling the group and Dolphin forgot about her love life in favor of learning a new butt-kicking technique.

***

An hour later, Dolphin trudged home, grumbling under her breath. SuperHo had dominated class that day and afterwards the young martial artist had been too ticked off to ask her sempai out.
    "When the hell is he gonna notice me, huh?!" she asked the moon. "It's not like I don't have nice boobs and a cute ass!"
A gravelly voice startled her from the darkness.
    "Yeah, baby. We noticed." 

***

    "Well, shit."
Dolphin summed up the situation in two words. Three guys dressed as ninjas surrounded her. Dumbasses. Halloween was months ago.
    "Sorry, guys. I left my wallet at home."
The ninja behind her laughed nastily. "That's okay, baby. We'll think of something," he said, and pinched her on the rear.
That did it.
No one touched her butt.
Well, not without permission first.

Dolphin side kicked the creep in the balls and he went down. The two remaining dipwads ganged up on her. One got in a punch to her ribs before she kicked him in the throat, then twisted his nads. The third guy had some skill but was too slow and clumsy. He went down.
    "That'll teach ya to mess with a lady," she growled and kicked them a few more times in the head before leaving. 

***

 A perfect ending to a crappy day, she mused as she got ready for bed. The faint sound of techno music could be heard through the wall. Dad was playing "Paolo the Play Pony" for Mom's out-of-town guests again. Dolphin reached in her underwear drawer for a nightgown. 

Something was moving inside.

    "What the fu-" the busty teen managed to get out before a small furry animal launched itself at her breasts.
    "Aaaaaaaah!" she screamed and grabbed the creature by the scruff of its neck, threw it on the ground and stomped the shit out of it.
    "You're...stepping...on...my...trachea!" the animal wheezed.
Dolphin paused. "You talk!"
    "Well, duh," the animal dusted itself off and stood on its back feet.
    "Dauphin de Mer, it is my solemn duty to inform you of the destiny that awaits-"
    "You're a fox!"
He preened. "Why, thank you!"
    "I was being literal."
    "Oh," he sighed in disappointment and jumped on her bed. "I'm a kitsune, actually, a fox capable of assuming human form. My name's Joseph, but everyone calls me Jochan."
    "A kitsune, huh?" Dolphin seemed a bit more interested. "Are you a babe? Why don't you assume human form? And why were you rifling through my panties?"
Jochan sighed. "I can't become human anymore. I'm cursed in this body unless I perform a deed of great bravery and sacrifice."
    "Cursed? Why?"
The kitsune looked sheepish. "I uh...got too frisky with the Emperor's daughter."
    "Oops."
    "Yeah."
    "Anyway, about my panties...?"
Jochan leered suggestively. "What can I say? I love silk!"
Dolphin frowned at him, raising an eyebrow. "You mean you were trying them on?"
    "What?!" Jochan stumbled off the bed in surprise. "No way! I just like to romp in panties! I'm all man, baby!"
Dolphin smirked. "Yeah, we'll see how much of a man you are when you're bipedal again." She stopped and then glared down at the fox creature. "You uh... didn't leave me any... surprises in my drawers, did you?"
Jochan became indignant. "I'm not that kind of kitsune! Ew!" His expression grew sly. "But I did filch a pair for later."
The sexy teen's pert nose wrinkled. "Ugh. I so needed to know that. So why else are you here?"
    "Damn! I forgot!" Jochan became more serious. "Dolphin, you have been chosen to become Sexy Soldier Sailor Deep, champion of justice and mayhem. You and your fellow Scouts will fight in the name of Ruby Eye Shaburanigdu against his enemies and find the Clair Bible."
Dolphin laughed. "You expect me to believe all that crap?"
The kitsune shot her a dirty look. "Why not? You're having a conversation with a talking fox."
She smiled ruefully. "You have a point. So why me? And where is the Claire Bible? Who are the other Scouts?"
    "Prophecy. Dunno. Not sure."
Dolphin threw her hands up in exasperation. "Oh great! What good are you, anyway?"
    "Hey! Interpreting prophecies isn't easy, ya know!" Jochan shot back. "It took me ten years to find you. We have the others pinned down to a general location but it'll be at least another year before we can be more specific. Once all of you are gathered, it'll be easier to pinpoint the Clair Bible."
    "Uh...okay. Why is the Clair Bible so important?"
Jochan sighed and began to recite: "The Clair Bible is a flood of infinite knowledge. In the wrong hands, it could bring a catastrophe."
    "What?"
    "Blow shit up."
    "Oh, okay." Dolphin sat down on her bed next to Jochan, who tried to snuggle in her lap. She pushed him aside. "So if it's a year until the other guys show up or whatever, what do I do until then?"
    "Well, uh, the prophecy says you fight evil developers who want to build condos on protected wildlife land."
    "Good. I hate those bastards anyway. So um, do I get any special powers or cool weapons?"
    "Oh, I almost forgot!" Jochan did a cute little backflip and a metallic object appeared and floated gently into Dolphin's hand. It was slim, approximately four inches long and cigar-shaped. She stared, unbelieving.
    "It's a mini-dildo. Jochan you pervert!" she yelled, throwing it at him.
He ducked. "No, it isn't! It's a Jochan transformation pen!"
She picked the pen up and examined it closely, seeing her name inscribed with a symbol that resembled an overflowing wave. "Okay, but it still looks like a dildo."
    "And how would you know? You're supposed to be a sweet, virginal schoolgirl."
Dolph smirked, tossing her blue hair over her shoulder. "Welcome to a new century, furry. I ain't some sweet little schoolgirl in a sailor suit with eyes the size of dinner plates."
Jochan's smile was smug. "And the virginal part?"
The would-be soldier of Justice and Mayhem blushed. "Not that it's any of your business, but I'm only a virgin by circumstances. It's not like I want to be one!"
    "Really?" The kitsune brightened. "If you want, when I regain my human form, we could-"
Dolphin punted her furry loverboy across the room. "Not on your best day, fuzz butt. Now, how do I activate this pen thingy?"
    "Hold it over your head and say Deep Sea power! Make up!"
    "That's it? Okay."
    "Deep Sea power! Make up!"
Dolphin's fingers began to tingle and a strange feeling of power swept over her. She felt her clothes melt away and replaced with new ones. Had she not been so exhilarated she would have been embarrassed. Was this what an orgasm was like?

The sparkly light faded and she found herself in an abbreviated version of her fuku, but in leather. The midnight blue skirt barely covered her cute little butt and the matching bow in front accentuated her breasts. In the center of the bow was a silver scallop shell. She admired her reflection. Delicate shell earrings hung from her ears and a blue choker with yep, another scallop shell, had appeared around her neck. On her forehead was a tiara with a large pearl in the middle and an abalone mask concealed her eyes. Lastly, blue-trimmed white gloves covered her arms to mid-bicep.
    "Whoa! I look hot! What do you think, Jo-oh, shit," Dolphin said, looking over her shoulder. Her kitsune sidekick lay unconscious, a thin trickle of blood leaked from his nose. She shrugged.
    "I guess seeing a real woman naked was too much for the little twerp," she mused. "Guess I'll have to wait until he wakes up to find out more about those jerks I'm supposed to fight."

    Can Sailor Deep Sea fulfill her destiny? Will Jochan regain his humanity and get lucky? Why hasn't Dolphin realized Jochan sent those ninjas out to test her?

    "He...WHAT?!"
    "Oops."
    POW!

The End

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