Erected in the center of town near
Tokioka Academy, the firm, solid Tower of Purity was unveiled from
its sheets on a humid Friday night. The press gathered to witness
formal statements from Sophia Nishikinomiya, standing at the base of
its shaft. A proud, dignified expression remained on her face.
"This structure serves as the
perfect observation point to spot lewd acts before they start, and
coordinate Peacemaker signals to stop potential deviants in their
tracks." She put a hand to the shoulder of her smiling daughter,
Anna, pulling her in for a photo op. "But more than that, it's a
monument to the perversion-free future we're forging for our
children. In the shadow of this structure, the righteous will know
that they're safe. And the unsanitary, shameless degenerates who try
to convert them will tremble under our unwavering vigilance. If you
have nothing to hide, there is nothing to fear."
The politician waved a hand, and
ordered the building to be revealed from its wraps. Applause
sounded...
-quickly turning to cries of horror and
confusion as they saw the building itself. From top to bottom, the
glass windows were plastered in obscenity. Illustrations of buxom
women with sloppy tentacles. Men embracing each other on all body
parts. A sheet fluttered off into Anna's delicate hands - prompting
her to gaze in curious fascination at the bizarre image, depicting an
anthropomorphic dragon atop a car.
"Cut the feed! Burn it all!"
Her mother clutched all the stray porn pics she could, ripping them
to shreds. "Who's responsible for this - this filth!?"
Two silhouettes rose above the building
top. Searchlights focused on them: a lean woman wearing nothing but a
fluttering ghost-like sheet from the neck down, and pure white
panties over her face, black hair flowing in the wind like a cape. A
step to her right, a brunet stood with a similar underwear-mask, a
green cowl around his neck, garter-belts joining black undies and
stockings, bare chest exposed.
Across the air, melodic laughter
sounded. The ghostly figure flung her arm out, exposing the sideboob
beneath.
"Oh-HOHOHOHO! The masses are once
again blessed by Blue Snow's evening dew!" Barely covered at
all, the masked madwoman, Blue Snow, dished out fresh copies of
pornography to the audience below. "Our erotic freedom group,
SOX, has a message to commemorate this structure's grand opening:
There once was a man from Nantucket..."
Between handfuls of illustrations, her
associate looked down the side of the tower, and shrieked. "There's
no time, Blue Snow, quick, just chuck it!"
"What's chafin' you?" She
turned around, the makeshift disguise barely hiding her smirk.
"Aroused by heights?"
He pointed below. "Look, we have
company!"
Anna was no longer at the podium; but
climbing up the face of the multiple-storey building, ripping the
obscene posters to shreds between her perfect nails as she propelled
herself up at breakneck speeds. Her albino bob cut flowed with her
movement; blue eyes glowing with dedication; open jaws emitting steam
into the damp night air; long skirt revealing her white panties to
the public below. "I found you, SOX! Once I strip those
undergarments from your heads... Tanukichi Okuma will finally
see how just and moral I am!" The nervous male SOX
member tried to dump pamphlets on her - but she kept climbing, strong
upper body strength rupturing windowpanes.
Panic spread across Blue Snow's yellow
eyes, lashes standing on end. "Pull out!" She commanded.
Dirty mags flung behind her as a diversion, she jumped off into the
shadows, a twinkle into the surrounding skyscrapers.
Her sidekick received a centerfold
right in the face, swatting it aside, before following her - right
out of Anna's powerful grasp.
The silver-haired student council
president panted on the rooftop, sweating, a grin trembling on her
soft lips. Her mother below arranged a cleanup crew for the papers, a
search squad for the perpetrators, and a helicopter pickup for her
child. Looking at the stars, she clasped her palms. "Every
time... I get just a little closer to catching them... And a little
closer to Mr. Okuma...!"
***
Morning. All rose early.
The student council - along with the
prefects - oversaw volunteers undressing the Tower of Purity. Thanks
to their efforts, the windows were very nearly clear from any images
of scissoring, paizuri, or Star Fox characters.
Tanukichi Okuma stared up at the
structure, rubbing his brown hair. "Still can't believe they did
all that..."
Anna patted his shoulder, making his
blood go cold. "Not to worry! My dearest mother has assured us
that the building will be open for business before the end of the
weekend."
Raiki Gouriki groaned, crossing his
huge muscles. His sideburns flared up. "What good is that when
those lousy ero-terrorists are still at large?"
Ayame Kajou, with a sour expression,
adjusted her glasses. "Very large. We're not getting
anywhere."
Oboro Tsukimigusa, the head prefect,
stepped away from the site of the incident. "They won't be an
issue anymore."
Tanukichi turned his head at this
announcement. "What?"
Tsukimigusa used a Peacemaker bracelet
to display a holographic image of small droplets on the rooftop. "The
materials used in The Tower's construction retain sweat and prints
very clearly. Blue Snow's bare feet have left copious amounts
of both. In terms of forensic analysis, these traces are just as
effective as fingerprints. The identity of SOX's ringleader is in our
grasp."
Ayame looked close at the damp
splotches, her upper lip stiff. "...Make sure you're grasping
firmly. Hard cases like this can get real slippery when wet."
Anna nodded. "Ayame's right, we
can't relax yet! But still, thank you all for your dedication and
loyalty. A righteous world where we can live together in harmony is
coming soon. I can feel it." Though she addressed them as a
group, she kept staring directly at Okuma's worried face. "Now,
we should all take nice, long showers to wipe ourselves clean of this
naughtiness."
As the meeting ended, both Ayame and
Tanukichi stuck behind. With the others out of earshot, Kajou
clenched her glasses, undid her braids, grit her teeth, and wailed
out.
"FuuuuuuUUUUUCK!" She
dropped and rolled back and forth on the ground while wailing, as if
her uniform were on fire.
"Shit-Piss-Balls-Fuck-Ass-Dick-Anal-Tits-Clit-Shit!
Those cocksucking nipplefuckers! We're dead! They're gonna rub us
out! Stick forks in all my orifices and embalm me with jizz, we're
FUCKED!"
The boy beside her sighed, rubbing his
forehead. "Ahh, yes. The very image of patient and thoughtful
leadership you'd expect from SOX."
Leaning out behind the building, her
wide magenta hair slick and firm, one of the covert SOX operatives -
Kosuri Onigashira - snickered. "She'd usually drop a C-Bomb or
two. Kosuri thinks our glorious leader is getting soft."
"Getting soft?" Ayame sprung
up, dusting herself off. "I'll have you know I, Blue Snow,
am rock-solid 24-7!"
Tanukichi groaned. "You should get
that checked."
"You want to check me out?"
Her gold eyes widened in feigned surprise.
He waved her away with a single hand.
"Reeeaally not the time for that!"
Kosuri shivered in place. "Yeah.
With these biometrics, and this creepy level of surveillance, they're
gonna fry us soon enough. So scary!"
Ayame nodded. "It blows. My own
bodily fluids rebelling against me... most times that happens,
I'm wearing a pad. They're so underhanded - and I'm supposed
to be the one with her hands in under-areas!"
From the other side of the building,
the shortest member of SOX - Otome Saotome - chewed on a pencil's
tip, shaking her head at the burnt and shredded papers scattered amid
the stone tiles. "I can't believe they're defacing my
masterpieces like this! Has this world no more respect for fine art?"
Ayame shook her head. "No respect
for anything fun. It started with the NoFap movement overseas. One by
one, sites like Tumblr and PornHub fell. Now, we can't even scream 'I
wanna big globby creampie' at the top of our lungs without people
looking at us weird. It's literally George Orwell's 1969!"
Tanukichi said, "You mean 1984."
She fired back: "It was printed in
1949. Get your facts straight. The point is, the morality squad is
hunting us down like a modern John MacAfee!"
He squinted. "A modern Joe
McCarthy, you mean?"
"No, like we're viruses in a
computer system! This is a heinous infringement on our tights!"
"An infringement our rights."
"Yeah, you said it!"
"Only because you baited
me!"
"What can I say? I'm a master
baiter."
Drawing back, cringing, Okuma couldn't
help but keep looking at stray pieces of tentacle hentai that escaped
the cleaners' efforts. "Maybe we should rethink our approach. We
keep tossing these pictures at people, but they're not all...
biologically accurate. There's a lot that this stuff can't
teach."
"Like?" Ayame leaned over the
paper, brushing her finger over the illustrated suction cups.
"Like, I don't know... Proper
birth control methods?"
"Hmm, actually..." She put
her hand to her chin, taking a pause. "That's using your noodle,
Tanukichi. And I mean your upper one, not that saucy spaghetti and
meatballs in your boxers." He instinctively covered his groin as
she paced about. "It sounds dull at first, but by showing
contraception in the right light, SOX could make it ooze with
fun."
Kosuri lifted a hand: "Objection.
We can't get access to many rubbers or pills with all the import
restrictions!"
Otome worked at her sketchbook, eyeing
Tanukichi. "And we've only got one set of tubes we can snip. How
do we demonstrate anything that way?"
Ayame looked over both girls, herself,
and the sole boy on the team. "I hate to say it, but you two are
right. SOX has big balls, figuratively, but only two honest-to-god
love spuds! The government's blueballed your plans, Tanukichi!"
She clenched her fist in anguish. "And there's still no
morning-after pill for the prints I left last night! I'm sorry..."
She leaned over, looking distraught. He
started to reach out. "Hey, it's okay - I don't mind the jokes
about my nads that much..."
"Not that. I'm sorry I had to drag
you all into this... Only for our efforts to be so flaccid." She
swallowed. "We've brought shame upon our fallen comrades who've
sacrificed themselves to the cause of dirty jokes... And... and I
don't know how to make it up."
Ayame appeared to wilt in the imposing
black shadow of the Tower of Purity. A shadow that stretched further
still - a bizarre, cold blot that made the entire skyline unfamiliar
and dizzying.