Fat Reserve Author’s Notes Okay, this is one set in SailorStars, between episodes 192 and 193. The Starlights are like in the original in this one. It’s just a silly idea I had, especially after hearing so many people comment on how thin the Starlights (and the Senshi in general) are. By the way, I do like Ami and Taiki, though Setsuna is one I’m not very fond of. My villain is the one who doesn’t like them all. Setsuna looked up. The house was strangely quiet. Where was everyone? Michiru had been doing her violin practice. She wasn’t in the music room. Haruka had been in there too, playing the piano with her. Hotaru wasn’t in her room reading anymore. Setsuna began to get a sense that something evil was going to happen. So she headed to Juuban High, in the hope that she could warn the other Sailor Senshi. When she got there, she found Ami in a bit of a panic. “Everyone just suddenly disappeared! Not the other students, but Usagi, Rei, Makoto, and Minako. Yaten and Seiya are gone too; it’s just me and Taiki here now. Taiki was in the classroom too, reading a book of Blake’s poems. Suddenly, all three of them looked up, startled to see a girl materialize out of a poof of pink smoke. She had her purple hair in a ponytail with a bun on top. “Sailor Pluto. Sailor Mercury. Sailor Star Maker. I have been watching you three. And I despise your ways,” she sneered, going first to Ami. “Why do you hate us? Did Galaxia send you here?” she asked, trying to sound brave. “Galaxia? I don’t even know who that is, some silly magical girl show character? I am Sarah. Hmmph. Ami Mizuno. Such a goody-goody. You’d never indulge yourself, always doing what you’re told. Always trying to be a good student,” she taunted. Ami looked ready to cry. Then Sarah approached Setsuna, who was holding her transformation wand. “Guardian of the Time Gates. Always so stoic. Looking so obnoxiously dignified all the time, never losing your composure. How sickening,” she jeered before turning to her final target. “What have you done with Seiya and Yaten and the others?” Taiki asked, confronting the girl who looked ready to kill him with her glare. “So, oh-so-smart Kou Taiki? Always thinking your science is better than dreams and romance, also as dignified and composed as Miss Perfect Time Guardian,” Sarah snapped. She took one more look of disgust at her three victims, then continued. “Yes, I do have your friends, and I will give them back. On one condition. You must become very fat by sundown. Fat enough for me. And if you fill my requirments, I’ll release your friends and put you back to normal. Got that?” she challenged. “But...that’s not healthy!” Ami spluttered, finally able to speak. “So you’d rather not see your friends?” Sarah threatened. “NO!! But why do you want us to be fat?” she asked. “You three would give me great pleasure that way. I’ve always longed to see you three gorge yourselves and act undignified like Usagi. To see you three get wild over food and emotional. To lose your dignity,” Sarah retorted, then poofed away, in the same pink smoke she left in. “She didn’t really mean that, did she?” Ami asked. “I think we should do what she says. Especially since she’ll turn us back later,” Setsuna said slowly. Sarah then poofed back into the room. “Oh. One more thing. You must be in girl-form, SAILOR STAR MAKER. And all of you...here. This will make you not able to get full,” she said, pointing at Taiki, then sending a strange powder over the three of them. Then she disappeared again. “You won’t do it, will you, Taiki? You might lose lots of fans that way,” Ami pleaded. “I’ll lose more fans if Seiya and Yaten are gone. Miss Sarah said we’d be back to normal after this whole ordeal is over,” Taiki said, agreeing with Setsuna. “Well, okay. If it will bring my friends back,” Ami finally gave in. As she did so, a whole bunch of pastries and cakes and sweets appeared in the room, ready for Sailor Senshi consumption. Star Maker was transformed. The food was there. And they were ready. Ami walked over to a huge, 13-tiered cake and began eating daintily. Setsuna and Star Maker, on the other hand, began shoveling cookies into their mouths, eating very fast but quietly. Ami glared at them. “Don’t you see? If we’re not dignified, we’ll have fallen into her trap,” she scolded. “And if we don’t eat fast enough, we probably won’t be fat enough for her. Right now, this is our mission,” Setsuna said, with her usual dignity, then resumed stuffing herself. Soon, Ami and Setsuna were popping out of their clothes, but Star Maker’s Senshi outfit grew along with her. Quickly, Ami and Setsuna also transformed, since their Senshi outfits would expand along with their bodies. It was just a Senshi magic thing. They were all eating quickly, but not loudly or acting excited about it. They were more dutiful. The three watched themselves expand with determination. Finally sundown had come. Sailor Mercury lay on the floor, sleeping. Sailor Pluto and Star Maker were alert, though, keeping watch for Sarah. Sailor Mercury was impressively obese, but nothing compared to the other two. The problem was, they were barely able to move, their arms and legs mere stubs sticking out of the mounds of fat. “I hope this is enough for her,” Sailor Mercury said, finally waking up. Suddenly the familiar pink poof cloud appeared, and Sarah appeared. She looked at the three Senshi. “Not fat enough, Sailor Mercury. Tsk tsk. And you shouldn’t have been so dignified and dutiful about this, Star Maker and Sailor Pluto. You two certainly meet my standards of fatness, but you didn’t act properly. Stop being so dignified!” she shouted, raging wildly. Sailor Pluto strained to reach her Garnet Rod. She finally got her chubby fingers around it. “Dead Scream.” “Mercury Aqua Rhapsody!” “Star Gentle Uterus!” The three attacks flew at Sarah. “Nooo!! I can’t stand dutiful Sailor Senshi! I’m being destroyed by your willpower!” she screamed as she disappeared for good this time. As if by magic, they all shrank back to their normal sizes. Also, the other Senshi all appeared. Ironically enough, Sarah was right. They HAD won by having the willpower to overcome their societial restraints towards gluttony.