Fuzzy Handcuffs
Author's Notes: This story contains light bondage (Oh my God, NOOOOOO!),
so if that offends you, please read no further.
Also, this gets a bit silly at times, so if you're looking for some
serious hardcore stuff, you're down on your luck.
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The door to the Outer's mansion opened as Setsuna, dressed in a
fashionable bridesmaid dress, entered the home followed by flower girls
Hotaru and Chibi-Usa. All three were smiling as they removed their
shoes.
"Oh, Setsuna-mama," Hotaru sighed dreamily, "Wasn't the wedding
beautiful?"
"Yes," the Time Senshi agreed, "Michiru certainly looked beautiful in
her bride's dress, and I can't remember the last time your Haruka-papa
looked quite so handsome."
Chibi Usa was about to say something as well, when she remembered
something, "Hotaru," she said as she tugged on her best friend's sleeve,
"Do you mind if I turn on the TV? I want to see if any of the Saturday
morning cartoon shows are still on."
"Of course not," Hotaru said, "You go right ahead, while Setsuna-mama
and I go upstairs and change."
"Thanks," the cute pink-haired girl said as the two Outers began to head
for the stairs. Chibi Usa turned the TV on, and frowned when she saw
that the kid's programming was being interrupted by a special news
announcement.
"We interrupt your normally scheduled programming for this important
news story. It seems the International Astronomers Union, or IAU, has
passed a monumental ruling concerning the number of planets in our solar
system..."
Setsuna stopped dead in her tracks as she turned to look at the TV
screen.
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The two entered the honeymoon suite they rented at the elegant hotel,
carrying their luggage and a few of the wedding gifts their friends gave
them. Shutting the door, they embraced lovingly.
Michiru kissed Haruka warmly, relishing the feel of her lips, her breath
against her cheek, her tongue. Pulling back from the kiss, she rested
her head on the blonde's shoulder.
"Haruka," she said happily, "My Haruka, my love, my wife."
"Wife," the racecar driver murmured, feelings of love filling her as she
held the slightly shorter woman close. After holding one another for
several minutes, she spoke up, "Well, I suppose we should unpack."
"Hmm? Oh, right," Michiru said with a light chuckle as the two broke
away from one another and went to their luggage. As they started sorting
things out, Michiru noticed one of the wedding gifts lying on the bed,
"Ruka," she called over as she picked it up, "Wasn't this Minako's
gift?"
"What? Oh, yeah, I think it was. Why?"
"Well, she asked us to open it first."
"Really?" Haruka asked, "Well open it then."
Michiru began to unwrap the gift, and stopped cold when she got a good
look at what it was. Her new wife, noticing the look on the artist's
face, came over to take a look for herself. Her eyes widened as she
looked at the box as well.
"You're kidding me," the blonde gasped.
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"You're kidding me," Setsuna gasped as she stared at the newsman on the
television.
"...Yes, after a vote in which four-hundred and twenty-four astronomers
took part, the IAU has declared Pluto is no longer a planet. There are
now officially only eight planets in the solar system. The highly
controversial decision is being hailed as 'a triumph of scientific
reasoning over popular belief.'"
"They got rid of Puu's planet?" Chibi Usa asked.
"Usagi believes Pluto is a Planet," Hotaru answered defensively, "And
since she's the future queen, she overrules those astronomy dorks, right
Setsuna-mama? Setsuna-mama?" Hotaru asked as she noticed how all the
blood seemed to drain from the Time Senshi's face.
"Hotaru-chan," the statuesque woman said, "I'm... Going out a bit. Can
you stay here and watch Small Lady?"
"Huh?" the Senshi of Death asked, "Yeah, sure."
"Good" Setsuna answered as she headed for the door. Putting her coat and
shoes on, she rushed out of the mansion. Both girls left in the living
room turned to one another.
"Wow," Chibi Usa said, "Puu seemed pretty upset, didn't she?"
"I'll say," Hotaru agreed, adding, "She didn't even bother to take her
bridesmaid's dress off before leaving."
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"What in the world was Minako-chan thinking?" Michiru asked as she
pulled a pair of handcuffs out of the gift box, "I mean, fuzzy
handcuffs? A blindfold? A large paddle and... What is this?"
"I think it's called a ball gag," Haruka answered, "Look, you know
Minako-chan. I'll bet this is her idea of a joke gift. You know, like
fake vomit."
"Humph, I suppose. Knowing her, she was probably giggling the whole time
she was buying it."
A moment of silence passed between the two as they stared at the box's
contents. Then, slowly, the corner of Haruka's lip curled up into a
smirk.
"You know," she began, "We are alone on our honeymoon. It's not like
anyone would ever know..."
"Are you seriously suggesting..."
"Come on, it might be fun."
Michiru looked from her new wife back at the box, "No 'ball gag,'
right?"
"What? No, of course not."
"(sigh) Fine, just this once. Give me your hands," Michiru said as she
pulled out the handcuffs.
"What? Why do I have to be handcuffed first?"
"Because I don't want to be first, and besides," she said as she batted
her eyes and gave Haruka her most charming smile, "It was your idea."
The two stared at one another in a silent battle of wills. Finally, the
blonde smiled back.
"Rocks, scissors, paper?" the racecar driver asked.
"You're on!" Michiru answered.
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"Tttthooose s-s-stupid old j-jerks and their as-astronomer's u-u-union!"
Setsuna slurred out as she took another sip of the drink in front of
her, "Wh-Whoooo th' hell d' they thiiiink th-they are, anyways? Pluto's
no l-l-longer a plaaaanet my ass!"
"Hey, lady," the bartender asked out of concern, "How many of those have
you had already?"
"Three," the Time Senshi answered, adding "I'm n-not much of a drinker."
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"Okay Michiru, are you comfortable?"
"Well, as comfortable as a person handcuffed to a bed blindfolded can
be."
"Can you see?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"Yes, now just get on with it," Michiru said as she tightened her
muscles up and held her breath, waiting for the paddle to come in
contact with her rear end. After several seconds, she noticed that her
lover had become very quiet.
"Haruka?" she called out. There was no answer. "Haruka," she said a bit
louder. Again, no answer. By this time, the artist was starting to
become annoyed, "If that baka left me here alone in this room handcuffed
to this stupid box-spring in my birthday suit..."
WHACK!
"Ow!"
"Ha! I got you totally off guard!" Haruka declared triumphantly.
"Ouch, hey that really hurt! And you're supposed to give me a warning
you jerk."
"Yeah, but isn't the whole point of the blindfold to keep you from
knowing when it's coming?"
"Well..."
"Besides, it's all in fun, remember?"
"I suppose, I..."
WHACK!
"Ow!"
"He, he, got you again."
"Okay, that's it; no more with the paddle!" Michiru said angrily, "That
really stings, you know."
"Hmmm... On the box it says it's supposed to be 'painfully erotic.'"
"Yeah, well it's not. It's just painful, and..." her voice drifted off
as she felt a new sensation on her bare rear. The corners of her lips
drew up into a smile as Haruka gently caressed her behind with her hand.
"I'm sorry," the blonde said, "Tell you what, forget the whole pain
thing. Instead, while I have you at my mercy," she said, lowering her
voice as she softly reached up to stroke Michiru's cheek, "Why don't we
concentrate more on the erotic, hmm?"
The artist smiled wider at that, as Haruka continued to rub her rear
end. The blond then helped turn Michiru onto her back, and brought her
lips to the aqua-haired beauty's as her hands found her partner's full
breasts. As Michiru moaned softly into her love's mouth, one of Haruka's
hands began to travel southward.
Several intense minutes later, the blonde undid her partner's handcuffs,
removed her blindfold, and pulled her into a tender embrace. Michiru
sighed happily as Haruka ran her fingers through her wavy locks. As the
blonde kissed the smaller Senshi on her forehead, Michiru looked into
her green eyes.
"So," the artist said with a smirk, "Are you ready for your turn?"
"You've been looking forward to this, haven't you?"
"Uh huh."
"I'm going to regret using that paddle, aren't I?"
Michiru didn't answer, instead laughing a bit as she reached over to the
nearby dresser where Haruka had put the handcuffs.
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"Look lady," the bouncer said as he led Setsuna out of the bar, "You
look like you've had too much to drink. You want me to call a cab or..."
"N-n-no, thank yo-you," the school nurse said as she turned and started
to stumble her way down the sidewalk. Thanks to those jerks at the IAU
she no longer had a planet to call her home. She was depressed and, by
now, quite intoxicated.
"I c-can't go hoooooome l-like this," she mumbled to herself, fearing
how her inebriated state might affect Hotaru and Chibi-Usa. This of
course made her feel like a bad parent and baby-sitter, which made her
even more depressed. As the Time Senshi started to cry, she reached into
her pocket for a handkerchief. Instead she found a note written by
Michiru with their hotel number and a phone number they could be reached
at in case of trouble.
Setsuna looked at the note closely, then headed off into a side alley.
"P-P-Pluto puh-planet powwwer, Make-up!"
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"Hold on... Just a bit... There," Michiru said triumphantly as she
finished adjusting Haruka's blindfold. The blonde was lying on her back,
her hands handcuffed just as the artist's were to the bed frame. Michiru
then began to softly run her nails across Haruka's abdomen, smiling as
the blonde moaned a bit under her touch. She then bent down and kissed
the racecar driver, lightly at first, but then deepening it as the two
lost themselves in the moment. After a few seconds, she pulled back.
"Haruka-kun," she said as she gently ran her index finger around her
love's mouth, "No offense to Minako-chan, but I'm not sure this whole
'bondage' thing is for me."
Haruka let out a bit of a sigh, "I hear you," she admitted, "It's just
not the same without your arms around me, or mine around you."
"Exactly," the artist answered, "Besides, we've been together this long
without doing anything like this..."
"Okay, okay. We'll just thank Minako for the gift when we see her again,
and then we'll throw the junk away. Maybe some kinky homeless person
will find it and it'll make their day."
They both laughed at that. Michiru then bent over and kissed Haruka
again. As they seperated, the blonde spoke up, "Well, if it's settled,
undo my handcuffs and..."
"Not so fast."
"What?"
"You didn't really think I was going to let you off the hook for the
paddle so easily, did you?"
"Oh boy... Michiru, it was all in fun. I was just trying it out, and..."
"I know," the artist answered impishly, "And now, there's something I
want to try out."
Before Haruka could respond, she felt something wet drip between her
breasts. As Michiru blew a bit on the wet spot, Haruka arched her back
and let out a gasp as she suddenly felt the area becoming warmer.
"So," Michiru purred, "How does that feel?"
"Mmmmmm... What is that?"
"It's a special massage oil that I packed in my suitcase for us. It
warms the skin when you blow on it. Do you like it?"
"Hmmm, it feels nice."
"I'm glad you like it," the artist said, "Here, let me put a little bit
more on... Oops!" she cried out as Haruka suddenly felt something wet
splashing against her entire chest.
"Oops?" the blonde asked uneasily, "What do you mean 'oops?'"
"Haruka-kun, don't panic..."
"'Don't panic?' Michiru, what's wrong?"
"Well, the silly thing accidentally slipped in my hands and I spilled it
all over you."
"You what? I..." the racecar driver's voice drifted off as a burning
sensation started to take hold of her, "Aaaaa! This shit hurts!"
"I'm sorry! Look, it's water based, so I'll just undo your handcuffs,
you can run into the shower and... Ut-oh."
"What now?"
"I can't seem to find the key to the handcuffs."
"WHAT?"
"Now Haruka love, don't be alarmed."
"Don't be... My tits are on fire and you're telling me not to be
alarmed?"
"Okay, hold on. I'll run into the bathroom and get a wet washcloth."
"Alright, anything! I... What's that noise?" the blindfolded Senshi of
the Air asked as the time gate suddenly appeared in the honeymoon suite.
"Setsuna!" Michiru shrieked as she quickly covered herself and Haruka
with a blanket, "What are you doing here?"
"Th-they took away my planet!" the bitter Senshi wept, "Th-those
stuuupid astro-astro... Those guys that look at stars! They g-got rid of
P-Pluuuuto!"
"This isn't happening," Haruka groaned from both pain and embarrassment.
Sailor Pluto walked wobbly over to the bound woman.
"Haaaaruka?" she asked, "A-Are you aw-aware that you're h-h-handcuffed
to a bed with aaaaaaaaa l-l-leather blindfold on."
"Really?" the blonde answered sarcastically, "Gee, thanks. I knew there
was something wrong, but until now I couldn't put my finger on it."
"Setsuna-chan?" Michiru asked, "Have you been drinking?"
"Welllll..."
"Okay, look," Haruka interrupted, "Michiru and I were playing around and
she handcuffed me to this bed..."
"R-r-really? Are you un-under arrest?"
"No," Michiru answered, "Like Haruka said, we were just playing around.
But now we've lost the key to the handcuffs."
"Yeah, and Michiru then poured lighter fluid on my nipples and set them
ablaze..."
"I did not!" the artist answered back defensively, "It was a massage
oil..."
"Same difference!" the angry blonde answered back, "Look, as long as
you're here, could you help Michiru look for the key so I can run to the
shower and wash this junk off?"
"Key?" Sailor Pluto asked as she swayed in place, "K-k-key? We don't
need no stinking key!" she declared as she held up her time staff.
"Setsuna-chan!" Michiru cried, "No, wait!"
"N-now hold still," Sailor Pluto stammered out as she aimed her staff at
where Haruka's hands were handcuffed together, "Th-this won't hurt a
b-b-bit."
"Setsuna?" the blonde asked, "What's going on? I..."
"Duh-D-Dead Scream!"
-KA-BOOM!-
Michiru was thrown off the bed by the force of the blast, landing hard
on her rear end. As she looked up, she could see through the plaster
dust in the air the remains of the demolished bed and a large hole in
the wall behind where the headboard once stood. As she watched through
the hole as the occupants in the next room over ran out in fear for
their lives, a hand emerged from the rubble with a broken handcuff
hanging from its wrist.
"Haruka!" Michiru shrieked, running to help her wife out of the rubble
as Sailor Pluto blew on the end of her time staff like a gunfighter
blowing the smoke away from a gun barrel.
"N-N-No need to th-thank me," the Time Senshi said as a disheveled
Haruka stood up and pulled her blindfold off.
"Haruka?" Michiru asked, "Are you alright? I..."
"Michiru," the blonde interrupted, "I'm going to the bathroom now. You
get dressed, and try to come up with a logical explanation why part of
our room blew up for when the hotel manager comes up here. By that time
I should be done with my shower."
"A-a-and whaaat do you want m-me to do?" Sailor Pluto asked.
"Turn back into Setsuna, go downstairs into the hotel's restaurant, and
start ordering lots and lots of coffee," Haruka answered, adding, "And
as far as you, Michiru and I are concerned, none of this ever happened.
Got that?"
"Rog-Roger," the Time Senshi answered as she gave a military salute
before transforming into her regular clothes again and heading out of
the room through the door. Michiru was about to go to her suitcase to
get dressed before the inevitable hotel personnel would arrive to check
up on the disturbance, when Haruka called to her from the bathroom door.
"Michiru-chan," she began, "The next time I suggest we try something
different just for fun..."
"Yes?"
"Just tell me to shut up," she said as she went in to wash the massage
oil off.
-The End-
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