State of Love and Trust
There was no noise when they first appeared. Not that that would have
mattered, as the moans and gasps coming from the bed more than made up for
any small clicks or scrapes. But even if it were quiet as the grave, there
would have been nothing. Soft as quicksilver, they slowly made their way
towards the foot of the bed pulsing ever so slightly up and down. There
were no eyes as such. Indeed, to the casual observer it looked like
nothing so much as a silver button with spindly legs. Nevertheless, it and
its companion stood and waited, and somehow knew what was going on.
Above it, two girls moved as one, each working towards a shared goal,
that of bringing each other to the ultimate pleasure. The blond moaned,
her head rocking up and down, trying to coax more nectar from the sweet
centre of her partner. Likewise, her lover's hair tossed from side to side
as if caught in a gale force wind, taking long, slow licks of sleek,
muscular thighs, and then finding her way back to the honey whose taste she
craved.
This was a scene they had performed many times, on many nights, in
many locations. They could be loud enough to break windows, yet they held
back here. There was a child present, one who wasn't quite ready to deal
with the depth and extent of her adopted parents' love. And their other
houseguest was a very private, intense individual. But more to the point,
they were simply polite.
They were making some noise, however, and were totally devoted to each
other. So much so that they didn't notice the little silver spiders as
they began to slowly creep their way up the bed, still moving up and down
ever so slightly. If the two had been more watchful, or in the forms they
saved for more serious matters, nothing ever would have happened. But they
were at home, and it was a quiet night, and there had been no enemies for
many weeks. And they were young and in love. Who could deny them a little
bit of pleasure?
So it was that the spiders slowly moved ever closer, almost looking
like dimes creeping across the sweat-soaked sheets. They separated, each
heading towards one end of the bed, each making its way towards the scalp
of a different girl. Then they paused again, watching and waiting.
The two girls were almost there now, calling each other's name louder
and with more frequency. Their nipples were hard as diamonds, pressing
into the flat, tensed stomachs. Their buds had long since escaped from the
protruding sheath that kept them hidden, and now were an entree, being
feasted upon by mouth and tongue. Fingers were moving up and down,
touching a breast or buttock here and there, not caring where they ended up
as long as it was somewhere on the body of the other. Slowly, but surely,
they made their way towards their mutual climax.
At that very moment, the spiders struck.
Leaping into the air with a nimbleness that almost belied their
mechanical, inanimate state, they landed on the scalp of each girl, still
treading as lightly as a feather. Then, before either one could react, the
four legs slowly slid down, beneath the skin, and penetrated into the brain
itself.
The two froze, mouths locked open in cries of pleasure, hands still
clutching at each others long legs. The spiders began to pulse up and
down, both strangely in time with each other, as if moving to some hidden,
unknown beat. This continued for a moment, and then slowly the two girls
began to move in the same rhythm. Back and forth, pelvises pumping up and
down against interlocking mouths, chest smashing against hip with
mechanical precision. The nipples were still hard, the clitorises still
erect and ready... but there was no moaning, no cries of names or grunts of
pleasure. There was only the rustle of bodies on sheets.
For several minutes this continued, the spiders pulsing a little
faster now, even as the bodies reached a second climax. There was finally
another noise in the room: a quiet keen from each woman as they each
raised their bodies high in the air, muscles taut, each feeling a pleasure
that nothing in the world had ever experienced before, something which they
had been searching for ever since their first lovemaking.
And then it was over. The spiders were almost invisible, hidden by
the two girls' hair. They had collapsed to the bed, still holding on to
each other. If an observer had been watching from afar, he would not have
noticed anything other than two girls giving each other the best sex
they've ever had.
Their eyes, however, lay open. Open and unseeing.
***
In a room further down the hall, a small bed and its sleeping occupant
were illuminated by moonlight that shone through an open window. A year or
two earlier, when she had been living in a different house and with a
different family, this would never have happened. But she was stronger
now, and younger too. The sickness that had wracked her body for ten years
of her life had left, and now she could sleep with a window open,
especially when it was such a warm night.
In a sense, this turned out to be unfortunate.
There was nothing so obvious or unsubtle as a cloud of vapour entering
the room. No mist slowly made its way through the opening, wrapping its
tendrils around the young girl in the bed. But nevertheless something was
there. Something had entered through the window and was now hovering
around the girl in a haze.
Several billion tiny little somethings.
The girl lay beneath her sheet, tossing and turning. She was in the
throes of another nightmare. They came less and less frequently these
days, now that the thing that had driven most of them was gone. But there
was still at least one night a week where the darkness fell upon her. She
never screamed, or cried out. She merely tossed and turned, a pained look
on her face.
The machines that hovered around her were analysing, testing, and
probing. They were created for a specific purpose, and they filled that
purpose with speed and skill.
The girl turned violently, and the sheet fell off the bed, revealing
her naked body. Evidently she had chosen to be comfortable rather than
modest when it came to the hot summers. In any case, the microscopic
machines chose that moment to get closer to the girl... far closer. They
entered her through every possible opening, taking stocks of muscle mass,
size, age...
The nanos paused. She was too young for their purposes. They would
never be able to do what they had been created to do with her in this
circumstance. They quickly went through their databases, searching for
something that would help them achieve their goal and not be forced to
abort and expire prematurely.
Ironically, they found an answer within the girl itself. She had been
older, and younger, and an infant... all within the past year and a half.
Curious, the nanomachines looked deeper into her mind, scanning her life
history, her strengths and weaknesses. They then went to work, knowing
what to do.
They manipulated, and nudged, and tripped various hormones. The young
girl moaned softly, and stretched out along the bed. Her face contorted
for a moment, but then fell peaceful again as thousands of the nanos ran
through her nerves, making the operation as painless as possible. Sinews
stretched, muscles grew. Her legs grew longer, her body filled out more.
Millions of the nanos sacrificed themselves to add to her body mass and
keep her body healthy and vital.
The nanobots in her brain raced through more memories, trying to find
a way to have the girl keep some resemblance of sanity. They found her
current memories, and her secret identity. Then, buried deep within her
psyche, they found another set of memories. Thousands of years old. Of
someone who was very much a woman, and was involved in a passionate love
affair with another Soldier.
They broke down the wall that hid the memories, and allowed them to
come to the fore, mingling with the more modern life that she had led. The
two blended together, complementing each other. Much was learned, and much
was taught.
And now the body was ready. A ripe, full-breasted body of an 18-year-
old woman lay on the bed, still seemingly asleep. But her chest rose and
fell regularly, like clockwork, and her nipples were erect. Further down,
a silky mass of dark locks covered her nether lips, hiding the stiffening
nub that was emerging from within. Her face was flushed, mouth parted to
allow tiny gasps to escape. Everything was ready.
And so the nanoprobes fulfilled their original mission. The young
woman moaned, her hands rising from the bed, acquainting themselves with
her new, mature body. One strayed across a nipple, testing its arousal.
The other traced a path downwards, running through her pubes and dragging
nails lightly across her softness.
And her mind was changing too. She now remembered her past, her old
kingdom... and her old lover. Alike in so many ways, and yet fundamentally
so different.
She remembered their first night together, and her finger fell inside
her, gently rubbing. It had been almost a surprise, the two coming
together with sudden passion, clothes falling to the floor seemingly
without any effort, and their bodies crashing onto the bed. They had never
seen each other's naked form, yet each knew exactly where to go in order to
give the other pleasure.
Now the moans were louder, and her body was rising occasionally from
the bed. Her fingers twisted her nipples, as she tried to give the
pretence that they were another hand. Her lover's hand.
The nanoprobes finished their final task, and the woman cried out, a
small sound that nevertheless conveyed the most amazing climax she had ever
had in this body... and indeed the first.
Now the nanos left her, dropping to the ground as they did so. They
expired, melting away into the molecules of the floor, but they did so
feeling complete. Everything was as it should be.
In the bed, the woman opened her eyes, which glowed a pale white. She
couldn't simply stay here like this. Not with her in the next room. Not
when she could do something about it.
She needed her lover. Now.
"Setsuna... I'm coming," she whispered.
***
The same Setsuna was not lying in her bed peacefully asleep, or even
indulging in some harmless self-pleasure. No, she was pacing back and
forth in her bedroom, eyes roaming all over the room in controlled panic.
She knew what was to happen. What was undoubtedly happening even now.
And what made it worse was there was little she could do about it. She'd
tried, searched for days to find an answer to their coming future. But now
it was upon them with the inevitability of a freight train, and all she had
to show for it was an incredible fatigue that made her want to crawl under
her sheets and sleep for the next week.
But she couldn't afford to. She couldn't simply give in to what was
going to happen to them, even if it was hopeless. She would fight. It was
who she was. She was a soldier.
Two hours ago Haruka and Michiru had wished her a good night and went
off to their own bedroom. Setsuna's mouth opened to yell out a warning, to
tell them to get out, to run to Haruka's car and drive away, to freedom.
But after a moment, she sighed, and simply waved her hand. There were
rules. She could bend them... had done so on numerous occasions to
preserve her friends' lives and to save their future. But when something
was absolutely inevitable, it just was. The events might be changed... but
not the outcome. So she watched her friends go to bed, and wondered if it
would be the last time she'd see them when she was in her right mind.
Now she was in her room, watching for the first signs of anything
strange or dangerous. She'd looked under her bed so many times she had
finally taken off the box spring and mattress, propping them up against the
wall. The windows were closed and locked. She wanted to lock the door as
well, but had a vision of one of the others coming to her for help and
being unable to get inside. So she left it, but now she couldn't help but
pace up and down in front of it, watching and waiting.
What was perhaps most frustrating is that she couldn't find anyone to
attack. No enemy, no evil dictator or mad being from another dimension.
As far as she could tell, absolutely nothing was currently endangering any
of the others. There was nothing.
And yet there they were... mindless puppets. Mindless to what? She
was still unsure. She'd almost welcome an attack, if only to find the last
piece to this agonising puzzle.
Stop. Was that a sound?
She turned, her ears out on stalks. Her room was completely silent.
But there was water running in the bathroom.
Somewhere she hadn't thought to check.
One of the others? Or someone else? Or some*thing* else?
All of a sudden she was scared. *She* was scared, the high and mighty
Mistress of Time. But now she was trapped in something out of a horror
movie, and was scared because she knew exactly what she was going to do.
Go find out what it was.
She opened the door and made her way silently down the hall towards
the bathroom. Haruka and Michiru's door at the end of the hall was closed,
but that didn't mean anything. Hotaru's door was open, though, and that
made Setsuna's heart leap up into her throat.
Hotaru had been raised by the three of them for the past two years,
and was like a daughter to Haruka and Michiru. But to Setsuna she was far
more than that, though she would never admit it. Never admit that the
young child who grew so agonisingly slowly in front of her eyes was a
reincarnation of the one person in all of creation Setsuna could truly call
her lover.
No one knew that, of course. All of their memories were still
patchworked and hazy, even the Outers. Except hers, of course. She
couldn't afford to have anything but absolute recall. So she remembered
everything about the old days. When she first received her powers, and the
responsibilities that went with them. Meeting her fellow warriors, and
pairing naturally with the three older and wiser heads. They formed two
groups almost naturally.
Uranus and Neptune had been lovers even before getting their
abilities, of course. But Pluto and Saturn had never met before that day,
and neither of them seemed particularly inclined towards each other
romantically. At least Pluto hadn't thought so. Had never even realised
the depth of the other's feelings until they returned to her room after the
latest ball, purportedly for a night-cap. Saturn had stared at her face, a
blush coming to her cheeks.
And then...
Setsuna was outside the bathroom door now, had been for quite some
time. She could hear the shower running, and now was positive she knew
what she'd find in there. She had any number of options. She could walk
downstairs, try to get out. She could go try to get the others, see if
they were alright, then team up and enter the room. She could go on the
offensive, going in and quickly trying to knock Hotaru unconscious, until
they could find out what to do.
She did none of that. She simply opened the door, letting it swing
wide, and looked inside.
She was beautiful. Setsuna's eyes moved up, adjusting for the fact
that she wasn't looking at the body of a ten-year-old girl. Hotaru looked
exactly the way she had when they'd first made love... and Setsuna was
making sure that it was exact. She had no idea how the girl she'd tucked
into bed had turned into the passionate young woman of her memories and
dreams. But here she was, water running onto her naked body, slowly
soaping her breasts.
Hotaru turned lazily to face Setsuna, still letting her hands roam
over her body, soap tracing its way down her front towards her perfectly
shaped cleft.
"Setsuna," she purred.
And suddenly the last five days of desperation and sleeplessness came
crashing down on Setsuna. She fell to her knees by the bathroom door with
a sob, still unable to take her eyes off of her old lover.
"I'm sorry, Hotaru... I'm sorry. I couldn't save you, I couldn't save
any of us... I'm so sorry."
Her vision was blurring now, but she could just make out Hotaru coming
over to lift her up. She was led over to the side of the tub and rested
her head against Hotaru's shoulder, still unable to stop crying. Hotaru
wasn't saying anything, was simply gently massaging her shoulders and
letting Setsuna get rid of a week's worth of growing frustration and
terror.
Finally, after Setsuna had managed to calm herself to the occasional
hiccup, Hotaru said, "Do you regret that this happened to me, Setsuna?"
"Yes," Setsuna said, her voice hoarse. "You were being given a chance
to start over. To live some semblance of a normal life, the kind you've
never been allowed to have. You should be able to be happy."
Hotaru reached out and stroked her cheek. The effect was
intoxicating. "And why can't you be happy? How long has it been, Setsuna?
When were you last completely happy?"
Setsuna's answer took a long time in coming. But it was the only one
she could give. "With you."
"And now I have my memories back. And I have a body that burns for
you, my love." She took one of Setsuna's hands and placed it on her
breast, and Setsuna could feel the rock hard nipple.
Hotaru's face looked incredibly sexy. Her eyes were half-lidded,
smoldering with passions long denied. She moved closer to Setsuna,
drinking in every aspect of the other woman's olive-skinned, dusky beauty.
She decided to press her attack.
"Would you deny me that happiness now, Setsuna? Because I'm an adult?
Deny me what I desire most?" Hotaru was whispering in her ear now, her
breath hot and tempting across the other woman's neck. Setsuna had been
aroused since she'd first seen Hotaru in the shower, but this was almost
too much to take. She could feel dampness in her crotch.
Her voice was just as soft. "No," she murmured. "God, I can't deny
you that, Hotaru."
Now Hotaru was slowly unbuttoning Setsuna's blouse, taking her time
about it, waiting for some sort of sign of resistance. Setsuna was losing
any sense of perspective, however, because every time she tried to think
she lost herself in Hotaru's loving gaze. Now the blouse was gone, and she
was standing, her skirt falling to her feet, having been quietly unzipped
while she sat. Hotaru took her shoulders in her hands and stared, one last
question on her lips.
"And if my being happy means that you get your dream come true...
what's wrong with that?"
Then she was at Setsuna's lips, kissing her softly, then with more
force. And Setsuna had no more answers, no more doubts. All she had was
the most wonderful woman she had ever known, being reincarnated before her
eyes. Wanting her.
And gods, did Setsuna want Hotaru.
Her bra and panties made their way to the floor as if they didn't even
exist, and she felt herself drawn into the shower. Then their hands were
touching each other, groping, refamiliarising themselves with territories
explored a long time ago. Hotaru was shivering slightly, beginning to
react to the cold coming in from the hallway outside. So Setsuna did what
she had to do to solve that problem. They pressed up against the walls of
the shower, breasts pushing against each other, hips grinding together in
unison. Foreplay was good, foreplay was beautiful, but this had waited too
long. They gasped as the hot water cascaded around them, washing away the
soap that had collected on their fronts as they pleasured each other.
Setsuna was starting to cry again, but this time it wasn't tears.
This was a cry of pleasure, a shout of pure joy. She didn't care if the
others woke up, didn't even care at the moment if they were all right. All
that mattered was the woman in her arms, and the impending climax that was
coming for both of them.
When it finally did come, it was like a supernova, like an inferno,
like a dam breaking. It was like their first night together so long ago,
only more so, the emotional walls breaking having been built so much
higher. Setsuna's legs trembled, her arms clutched at Hotaru's breasts and
ass, her moans became a scream that echoed briefly through the house.
And then it was done, and she was basking in its glow. And slipping.
At first she thought it was the shower, but then she realised that her body
was finally giving up the ghost and demanding some sort of rest. She
leaned in to whisper to her lover, who giggled and lowered her gently to
the floor of the shower stall.
She sat there, legs spread akimbo, water still spraying into her face,
but she wasn't complaining. It was pleasant just lying here, being cradled
by the woman she now knew she would never leave again, in the aftermath of
the best sex she'd ever had.
Her eyes were glazed now, and she knew she wwould only be awake for a
few more seconds. She stared at Hotaru who smiled and gave her a long,
slow kiss.
"I'll take care of you," she whispered.
And Setsuna smiled, and let her eyes close, and her mind drift away.
She lay there, sleeping the sleep of the dead, with Hotaru kneeling in
front of her, preventing the shower spray from waking her up. She turned
it off and went over to the tub, filling a bucket up with hot water. She
turned back to her lover and gave a warm smile, even as she reached over to
grab some shampoo.
"Setsuna?"
The woman shifted, but didn't respond. Hotaru smiled, moving her head
so that she could slowly wash her hair using the bucket.
"Even with all that's happened... and the fact that we aren't able to
control it... I'd still do it all over again to be with you. Everything.
I want you to know that before I do this, so nothing's misunderstood. You
mean everything in the world to me."
And then Hotaru squeezed out a generous dollop of shampoo into her
hand. It was bright green, and seemed to pulse with an inner light. She
rubbed it together with her hands, the greenish tinge spreading up her
arms, and began to rub it into Setsuna's scalp. Her fingers tingled,
almost buzzed. She scrubbed, but never stopped looking at Setsuna's
peacefully sleeping face.
***
Breakfast the next morning was, on the surface, similar to most
morning breakfasts in the household. Michiru was the first to wake, the
glazed, vacant stare she had worn most of the evening finally evaporating
from her eyes. She sat up slowly, fingering the spot on her scalp where
the metal spider still sat. It was almost seamless, she could barely tell
it from her own skin. She carefully ran her fingers through her lover's
hair, and discovered the same area.
Haruka seemed to rouse at her touch, eyes slowly opening. "Good
morning," she said blearily. She blinked, then raised a hand to touch her
head.
Michiru shook her head. "It's there. And not going anywhere, from
what I can tell. How do you feel?"
Haruka yawned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Sticky," she
muttered.
"Well, we didn't really get to wash after last night."
"Last night... I feel horny, Michiru. I mean really, really horny.
And..." Her voice dropped. "Not just for you anymore."
Michiru nodded. "Same here. I think we need to go out there, tell
everyone what happened. Well, no, they know. Discuss what happened."
Haruka blinked. "They do know, don't they? And Hotaru... how do we
know that?"
Michiru shrugged, then pointed to her scalp. "I'm guessing it's more
than just something to make us aroused."
Haruka's stomach growled. "Still hungry. Guess some things don't
change."
"We should get cleaned up and then I'll go make breakfast. And no, no
showering together... not yet. Save it for later." Her eyes glinted,
looking at her lover's slight pout.
Walking into the shower, Michiru noticed that it had been used the
night before. In fact, Setsuna's clothes still lay on the floor, slightly
damp. She shivered, erotic thoughts running through her mind. Haruka was
right, her desires weren't limited anymore. The thought of Setsuna and
Hotaru making love in here made her breath speed up, and all she could
think of as she showered was when she could join them... or whether they'd
simply need to build a communal shower, if this kept up they way they all
knew it would.
As she exited the shower, Haruka walked in, and they quickly kissed
each other. It was electric, the feeling running through them now. They
couldn't read each others thoughts, as such, but... but the bond they knew
had always been between them was now almost a tangible link, so strong that
their lips tingled as they touched, as if a current had run through them.
Pulling away reluctantly, she left her lover to get all soapy and wet
(stop that), and went down to the kitchen to get herself some tea. On
arriving, she discovered that she wasn't alone. Setsuna was sitting at the
table, drinking a cup of tea and reading the newspaper. Hotaru was by the
microwave, removing some scrambled eggs from it.
She stopped in the doorway, taking in the change in Hotaru's
appearance. Our little girl is all grown up, she mused, and a sad smile
briefly appeared on her face. But Hotaru seemed anything but sad. She was
almost glowing with an inner light, a grin across her features as she put
the eggs next to some toast and set them down next to Setsuna.
"Good morning, Michiru," she said, walking over. And then she was in
Michiru's arms, giving her a deep, long kiss that took the other woman's
breath away. Her tongue attacked Michiru's mouth, seeking to explore as
much as possible, while her hands went to the top of her head. Hotaru
found the metal area where the spider lay and stroked it softly, and
Michiru nearly came there in her arms, a low erotic moan coming from her as
her body lit up with pleasure.
Finally Hotaru let her fall onto a chair, a smug and satisfied grin on
her features. For her own part, Michiru looked slightly dazed. "You've
been practising a lot for someone who only got that body a few hours ago."
Setsuna spoke up. "Well, she had the best teacher." She was
attempting to keep a straight face, but her eyes were smiling.
Haruka came into the room, towelling off her hair. "I couldn't find
the shampoo, has anyone seen it?"
Hotaru and Setsuna shared a look. "I used it all up last night, I'll
go buy another one."
Haruka stopped, staring at Hotaru's very nubile and attractive body.
"Oh boy," she murmured. She sat down at the last place at the table. "We
have to talk now, don't we?"
Hotaru sighed and sat down as well. "What do we do?"
Setsuna put her hands under her chin. "Well, let's see. What
happened last night?"
Michiru and Haruka looked at each other. "We were making love, and
were attacked by something."
Haruka nodded. "Something which took over our minds, made us come to
the most amazing climaxes we've ever had, then slid itself into our scalp
and put us out for the night."
Setsuna smiled. "Well, at least it was polite enough to do it in that
order. And normally, if something like this had happened to you or
Michiru, you would be incredibly angry. Livid. Instead you're discussing
it as if it was the morning stock quote."
Haruka nodded. "I'm worried... but that's about it."
Michiru frowned. "I feel the same... is it some sort of pacifier,
maybe? Something that makes us unable to fight?"
Setsuna pursed her lips. "Haruka, there's a large boulder out in back
that we talked about moving. I think now might be a good time to try."
Haruka smiled and got to her feet. She reached into the air, then
blinked. "Wait a minute.." she said quietly. Then, closing her eyes and
concentrating, she felt her Sailor Uranus outfit coalesce around her,
quietly and without fanfare.
Michiru stared for a moment, then understanding washed over her face.
"Something else..."
Hotaru smiled. "Our memories are back. All of them, or at least all
the important ones. With me it was a necessity... I don't think I would
have been able to handle this body and these feelings if I was still
mentally a child. With the rest of you... I think whatever was done to us,
maybe it cleaned house. Our minds weren't exactly whole to begin with,
with those gaps."
There was a large explosion from the backyard, and the roof rang with
the sound of falling debris. Haruka strolled back in. "Well, that seems
to be working out all right. Better, in fact. No calling out powers, or
transformations."
Setsuna rubbed her temples. "We never needed that before... I imagine
it was simply our modern minds trying to help us understand what the Sailor
Senshi were. Filtered through a generation that grew up with Magical Girl
Pretty Haruka."
"Hey," Haruka said, sticking out her tongue.
"You show that tongue to me, you'd better be prepared to use it,
honey," Setsuna said, then frowned slightly. "Which brings us to another
slight difference."
"We all want each other. Desperately," Michiru said bluntly. "Not
just Haruka and me, or you and Hotaru. All of us. I'm trying my hardest
not to leap to my feet and run back to the bedroom now."
"Sheets are still filthy. Probably have to use Setsuna's bed." Haruka
said with a sly grin.
"My bed is in pieces," Setsuna followed, earning her a few looks.
"Long story," she said. "In any case, I think we all are feeling what
Michiru is feeling. I do have one question, though, and I'm rather
relieved to find that it is still quite important to me. And hasn't been
'eliminated' from my mind."
Hotaru reached over, sensing her lover's seriousness. "What is it?"
Setsuna looked up, her eyes shining. "I love you all. And I don't
just mean lust, or desire. I mean love, the love I felt for Saturn so long
ago, and still do now. But I also love you, Michiru, and you, Haruka.
You've been like sisters to me... but now we're soulmates. And that's
something that makes me feel very, very, happy, mind controlling spiders
and shampoos or no."
"So *that's* where the shampoo went," Haruka cried triumphantly.
Michiru gave her a look and she turned her grin into a cough. "Well... I'm
not gonna be as poetic about it as Setsuna, but yeah, it's the same. You
all mean everything to me."
Michiru and Hotaru hugged their partners, and then they got up and
enveloped each other in a group hug, squeezing as tightly as possible.
"This is sappy," Haruka said, without much bite.
"Oh, hush," Michiru whispered. "Question now."
"Mmm?" Setsuna said.
"What do we have left to talk about? Anything else that can't wait?"
"The others," Hotaru said.
Setsuna nodded. "When I saw this future... the one we have before us
now... the four of us were making love, yes. But not merely with each
other. Minako was there clearly, and I think I saw Ami too."
They pulled away briefly, though still keeping their arms around each
other. "So what do we do about it?"
Michiru considered. "I don't think we can do anything. Do you?"
They all considered the idea of going to warn the other Senshi, or
getting help... and found it simply melted away in their minds. It just
wasn't an option.
"Whoever did this wants to keep it happening, and is making very
sure."
"Who *is* doing this?" Hotaru asked. "I mean, I love what I've found
with you guys, and would never give that up... but if some enemy comes
along and tells me to bow before him and call him master, I'd rather not."
Setsuna shivered. "That was what I was afraid of... it's why I tore
apart my bed. I don't want an enemy to destroy us like this, even with the
love we have for each other. But I can't find anything. Crystal Tokyo...
still exists, and Neo-Queen Serenity is still its ruler. Beyond that, I
can't find much of everything... except us making love."
Michiru mused. "Well, we'll just have to see what happens then."
There was a long pause, each woman lost in their own thoughts. Then
Haruka spoke up. "Setsuna, how broken is that bed of yours?"
"I think, judging by our current states, we could put it back together
in about fifteen seconds." She grabbed Michiru's arm and began to move
towards her room.
Hotaru almost yanked Haruka's arm out of her socket in following them.
"Heck, we could simply put the mattress on the floor, that'd cut it to
three."
"Works for me," Michiru saidas she opened the door, turned, and lifted
Setsuna's shirt over her head. She quickly brought her lips forward in a
passionate kiss, declaring her own love in the most direct way she could.
She felt Setsuna's love in return, as well as her desire. I guess the bond
isn't just between me and Haruka, she mused, before her thoughts turned
entirely towards passion and pleasure.
Setsuna moved into the kiss, and Michiru could feel her breasts
pressing into her own. She then spun Michiru around and took a nipple in
her mouth. The other woman gasped, her head arching back.
There was a loud thump to their side, as Hotaru had tossed the
mattress to the floor almost offhandedly before tackling Haruka, sending
her falling back onto it with a ferocity that the blonde-haired woman had
never seen, even when Saturn was an adult. Haruka wasn't quite sure what
to make of all this, but decided that at the moment it would be fun to
simply lie back and see where Hotaru went with all this energy.
She quickly found out, a muffled cry emerging from her lips as
Hotaru's hand had snaked into her shorts, quickly moistening a digit in the
juices that Haruka had been manufacturing all morning. Michiru had always
been a slow, careful lover, treating the foreplay as a better thing than
the actual event itself. Being taken so roughly like this to immediate
penetration was exciting. She decided she'd remained passive long enough,
and brought Hotaru's lips to hers in a fierce kiss.
Setsuna and Michiru had watched this interplay for a second before
being distracted by each other again. Setsuna had now managed to work her
way out of the rest of her clothing, and Michiru was now sliding down her
body, hands running along her flat stomach and back. Setsuna ran her hands
through Michiru's hair, and discovered as Hotaru had earlier the erotic
feelings that the spider in her head brought, as Michiru gasped in
pleasure, her body trembling. Setsuna kept up her advantage by flipping
Michiru's legs out from under her, causing her to fall backwards onto the
floor awkwardly. Then Setsuna grabbed hold of Michiru's skirt and ripped
it off, sending buttons flying through the air.
"I'll pay for it later," she stuttered, before moving her way up
Michiru's thighs, leaving tiny kisses as she passed.
Back on the mattress, Hotaru was now deeply engrossed in licking at
Haruka's centre. She used her tongue as a loaded weapon, giving long, slow
strokes, then flicking it back to slap lightly at Haruka's clit, then
giving small, quick kisses to the outer lips before starting in again.
Haruka, for her part, had made her way down towards Hotaru's own vagina,
trying to keep her wits about her despite the amazing sex she was
experiencing. She adored this position with Michiru, and was now equally
exuberant about it with Hotaru. With that in mind, she set out to prove to
the other woman that she could give as well as she get.
"Oh God, Haruka," Hotaru cried as she felt Haruka's tongue working
magic on her inner muscles. Haruka grinned, and then went back to her task.
She was interrupted by a shove from the side, as Setsuna and Michiru
landed next to the other couple on the bed, hands caught between each
other's hips and kissing each other furiously. "Floor was too hard,"
Michiru said.
"I think we'll survive," Hotaru murmured, snaking a hand out to stroke
Setsuna's thigh. Setsuna rolled closer, moving to take Haruka's aureole
between her lips and suckle it. Michiru, meanwhile, was finding her face
near Haruka's ass, and moistened a finger, surprising Haruka with yet
another penetration.
The four lovers found, now that they were together, that the need for
an immediate climax was not as great. Instead, they simply took the time
to explore each other, getting used to new partners and in one case a new
body. They rotated and shifted around each other like a well-oiled
machine... and indeed, they were certainly lubricated enough.
Finally, they began to reach towards a mutual peak. They had
manoeuvred so that each of the four was enjoying someone's cleft, while at
the same time being enjoyed by another. Setsuna and Hotaru were each
making sure that they stroked the metal areas on Haruka and Michiru's
scalp, driving their lovers wild. Setsuna discovered that her head too was
an erogenous zone, possible an after-effect of the shampoo Hotaru had
rubbed deeply into it. Haruka had discovered this too, and had reached
behind her to manipulate Setsuna's scalp as if she was getting a shampoo,
driving the woman wild. *The benefits of being limber* she thought with a
grin.
Hotaru didn't have the enhanced pleasure zones of the other three
women, but decided that she was more than happy with the sexual athletics
she was getting right now. She could feel an orgasm building up within
her, and knew that the other three were feeling the same thing.
They each moved as a unit now, bobbing up and down in absolute
harmony. It was like Haruka and Michiru's experience the night before,
only this time they were fully aware of it, and able to appreciate their
lover's passion matching their own.
And then they were crying out, and this was different, each having a
separate way of expressing their release. Haruka's began as a dull growl,
moving up to become a roar as her climax hit. Michiru was almost singing,
her voice clear and piercing as her orgasm drove her to new heights.
Setsuna's was a low snake moan, vibrating deep within her chest and sending
tremors of aftershock deep through the others with its passion and depth.
And Hotaru was almost silent, as befitted her role as Senshi, trembling her
release with only tiny little gasps emerging as she came.
They slowly calmed down, little ripples of pleasure still shuddering
through the four of them. They moved towards the centre of the bed again,
untangling and coming up so that they were face to face. Their faces were
still coated with juices from the other three, and their hair was tangled
and moist. But their was love and passion shining in all their eyes.
"Well... that was..." Setsuna started to say, then fell silent, unable
to express it.
"And it's only eight o'clock in the morning," Hotaru mused.
Then all four of them were giggling, turning into outright laughter,
as they fell towards each other again, arms gripping tight.
Never letting go.
***
From high above, several faces watched the scene, a mixture of relief
and melancholy on their faces.
"Four down, six to go."
"For better or for worse. And you know I disagreed about Saturn.
She's too young."
"Was. And we've been through this. We can't go any farther forward.
In a few weeks will be the genesis of Crystal Tokyo. And then we'd never
succeed. She'd see to that."
"I know we've been through this! We've debated it hundreds of times!"
"Then why go on about something we already know?"
"...I don't know. Forget it."
A long silence.
"At least those were the four hardest."
"What makes you say that?"
"...well, I mean, they were the strongest. And older. And one of
them was PLUTO. I mean, even with the help we got there..."
"No, you're missing the point. Why are we here?"
"...I guess I am missing the point. You might as well tell me."
"No need to be like that. If we forget there's a definite reason this
needs to happen, what makes us different from any monster?"
"You said it, not me."
"Now is not the time, be QUIET."
"Sorry, Captain."
"They are the four most powerful, barring Serenity. We know that.
But what else do we know? What makes them different?"
"They died."
"More than that. They didn't *leave*. They stayed there, stayed with
her. That's what we're looking for. It's why I started with them.
They're the *easy* ones."
"Given what we're doing, does it matter what order we do it in?
Barring making Pluto one of the first? I mean, there's no room for
argument, that's kind of the point."
"If there were no room for argument then we wouldn't be arguing."
"Don't *you* start."
"She's right. There's no way we can avoid playing god with their
lives. It's why we're here. To make them different. To make them happy."
***
The only source of illumination in the darkened room was a
television. Its images flicked from light to dark with such speed that a
casual observer would pause to wonder what could possibly be playing.
Seated on the floor closer than she ought to have been was Minako. A
corner of her mouth twitched up with carefully contained anticipation. The
demo movie to the video game "Last Escape" played without notice given to
the effect it was having on the woman who watched it intently.
Minako waited for months for the game to come out, and then even
longer. The initial sticker price exceeded her means. And so she waited
impatiently until it went on sale. The moment that happened she hounded
the electronics store like a tentacle monster on a nubile young female.
They wouldn't be rid of her until she had what she came for.
The wait had been worth it since her enthusiasm continued to grow.
Sitting here on the floor, she watched the screen dance before her with
muted awe. It was almost too much. She felt like a child at Christmas,
overjoyed with the excitement and beyond the limits of hyper.
Gingerly she picked up the controller that had been laying on the
floor next to her. She hadn't cut any corners when it came to her game
system. What money she had to put into it was invested in quality
peripherals and games. This controller was the best on the market and
guaranteed the most vibration for the buck. It was a bit heavier than the
standard issue, and its rubber grips left her hands smelling funny after
playing, but it was well worth it.
Pressing the start button stopped the repeating movie and invited the
player to either start a new game or continue a saved one. She started a
new one and let herself be dazzled by the spectacularly rendered opening
movie.
The game's premise was simple enough. An evil magician had stolen
away many young women for his own nefarious reasons. A stupid guard had
mistakeningly left your character's cell door unlocked and now was your
chance to escape. Against better judgement (in Minako's opinion) you
decide to go save the other kidnapped women before making a break for it.
You have to sneak around the castle (wasn't it odd how all evil magicians
have castles?) and carry out your plans. If you were spotted, your only
option was to either kill the guard or run like Usagi when being chased by
Rei.
The movie ended and Minako was free to control her character. She
pressed the buttons to test the limits of her character's jumping ability
and became familiar with the options menu. Once she was comfortable with
her grasp of the controls, she set out on her adventure.
Almost immediately she was thrown into a battle. The controller
vibrated briefly to indicate that she'd been 'caught' and the screen did a
colourful side swipe to bring up the battle mode. Her character bobbed
from foot to foot, waiting for her to enter her selection on how to act.
The guard across from her was also weaving, but took no action until her
course was set. Minako entered a few button presses and the first round of
the fight took place. Four rounds later and her character did a
celebratory victory pose.
Minako smirked with amusement at that. It was a point of mild
interest for her to see what sort of posturing the characters would do
before and after the battle. Admittedly, as a Senshi, she'd been guilty of
doing her own share of posturing. There was an irresistible temptation to
thumb your nose as the loser when you stood over them crowing of your
victory.
The pace that they game moved at surprised Minako. Usually these
type of games allowed one to take their good sweet time in accomplishing
the objectives set before them, but this game allowed very little room for
wandering. She had to keep on task or she was swarmed by guards coming for
her head.
The more battles she got into, the more experience she gained. The
more experience she gained, the cooler the moves she could do became. For
example, the one her character just learned involved an incredible amount
of flexibility and the exposure of more flesh than was strictly necessary.
A move put in there for the fanboys. Minako could appreciate giving the
fanbase what it wanted.
Indeed, this game seemed to be made with the fanboys in mind. The
women were scantily clad, their measurement anything but realistic, and
begging for a hero to save them. Minako, the Warrior of Love, was to their
rescue. An impish grin came to her face as she stretched out on the floor
with a pillow propping her upright. On her belly sat her hands with the
controller comfortably between them.
Unexpectantly the controller vibrated as a creature that was
obviously a boss came onscreen. Minako was familiar with this type of
creature and knew exactly how to take it down quickly. After putting an
abrupt end to its challenge, the controller vibrated even more violently as
the boss dissolved. Minako didn't want to admit what having the controller
vibrating on her lap did to her. She'd heard of guys using them as
impromptu toys for pleasure. After that last boss, she could definitely
see why.
The screen swished and she was onto the next stage. Hurrying along
she tried to gather as many items as possible while keeping one step ahead
of the guards. They were so annoying. Not really difficult, but it took a
while to beat them. There had to be a quicker way to get them out of her
hair. It would cost her magic points, but it might be worth casting a few
spells to speed things along.
The battle paused and Minako's onscreen character began chanting. It
was mesmerising, the combination of audio and visual stimuli. Not to
mention the vibrating controller in her lap. Minako cast the spell once
more to finish the guards off. She didn't even begrudge the magic points
it cost her to use those two spells.
After that, guard battles weren't quite the nuisances that they once
were. A sly smile came to her face as she pressed the button for magic and
then let the controller work its own form of wonder. She hadn't had this
much stimulation since the last time she daydreamed about Rei.
Her heart rate had already began to quicken. Without thinking about
it she guided her character into another battle while softly stroking her
crotch to maintain the stimulation. Her hand was spending more time on her
privates than it was on the controller itself. Assisting it in increasing
her pleasure.
These battles were going by too quickly. She needed a boss to wail
on. Fortunately, she'd worked her way to the end of the level by now. The
boss was only too happy to oblige her. To pleasure her.
Minako barked with laughter when she discovered that this boss was an
elemental one. Its ice attack was called (ironically enough) Mercury
Strike. The fire attack was Mars Strike. Whenever the boss called out the
planet's name, Minako imagined herself with its princess. Her fingers dug
in deeper, wanting more out of the game play experience.
This boss wasn't going down as quickly, and Minako concentrated more
on the images filling her screen, trying to figure out a way to get this
boss to do exactly what she wanted. The controller was buzzing again,
trying to tell her something. She could feel it pulsing rhythmically,
vibrating against her body, knowing exactly the right way to give her
maximum satisfaction.
The boss was reaching out to her character now, and she decided to try
and grab his arms and toss him into a throw. But when she took hold of
him, something seemed to happen to her character. She wasn't able to do
what he wanted... no, what she wanted. What did she want?
To defeat him, that's right. She wanted to defeat the boss, to see
him prostrate before her, so that she could use him however she wanted.
She needed to figure out how to do that. She needed to concentrate.
The game was trying to help her. Little messages were flashing onto
the screen, giving the strengths and weaknesses of the boss and of her own
character. There seemed to be something else, too, some sort of whispering
in amongst the cheesy background music. Maybe she'd unlocked it when she
performed that last vertical flip. She tried to see if she could make out
what the voices were saying, thought it was getting harder what with trying
to read the visual cues, keep the boss from having his way with her, and
still managing to keep one hand free to assist her body in its gaming
experience.
Suddenly the text and whispers vanished, and there was only a flurry
of moves. Minako gasped as the controller continued to buzz, seemingly
doing it non-stop now. She ducked an arm, moved out of the way of a magic
spell, and then moved in for the coup de grace. She did two quick arm
jabs, which made the boss moan enticingly, and then whacked him with a
submission spell. His eyes seemed to glow briefly, and then he went
silent.
Her character jumped into the air, doing its most outrageous victory
pose yet. Minako leaped up and imitated her, being so caught up in the hot
gaming action she couldn't help herself. Then she was moving again, not
wasting time on the now submissive boss behind her, just eager to move on
to the next level.
She gasped as she reached the top of the stairs. This was it! The
final test! And, much to her surprise, her final boss was a woman! Minako
grinned. This would show all those sexist boys with their nude Mai
Shiranui patches. This game had everyone being dominated by a woman
leader. Just the way Minako liked it.
She moved in closer, noting that the room looked more like a throne
room than a base of operations. What arrogance. She could see this woman
needed a little bit of Minako's special expertise to learn her listen.
The control vibrated again, and she moaned. Turning to the right, she
suddenly could see a closed off cell, inside which were the girls she was
trying to rescue! She really was close to the end. Keeping her eyes on
the Queen at all times (hell, it was a throne room, she might as well call
her that), she moved as close to the others as she could get.
"Don't worry, I'll get you all out of here," her character said. The
others girls didn't exactly seem thrilled to see her, though. In fact,
they looked a little glassy-eyed and submissive. The Queen must have used
some sort of magic on them to keep them in line.
"You can't escape," the blue-haired one said to her.
"You don't want to," added the pretty brunette.
"She's your Queen too, and you love her. Isn't that right?" said the
busty brown-haired girl.
Minako shook her head. This was getting tricky, not only was the boss
trying to defeat her, but she was using the others against her. And it was
a persuasive argument, after all. She was the Queen.
She turned her character away from the others and faced her final
opponent. She didn't really have the look of a cruel and tyrannical boss,
come to think of it. In fact, she seemed rather kind, and sweet. She
smiled at Minako, and her face almost seemed to glow.
The controller was still vibrating continuously, but Minako didn't
really care. It wasn't trying to warn her about anything this time. It
just knew what she needed, knew without her even pressing a button, and
gave it to her. She let it sit against her thighs, and left her hands
free, running themselves up and down her body.
The character on the screen knew instinctively what to do. She drew
closer to the Queen, her breath audible on the soundtrack now, coming in
short pants. "You are the one who has enslaved my friends," she hear
herself ask.
The Queen just smiled, and tilted her head. When she spoke, her voice
was like chimes on the wind, rising an falling in speech patterns that
soothed and excited Minako at the same time. She had unbuttoned her shorts
now, leaving it much easier to get access to the controls she really needed
now.
What the Queen said seemed unimportant, it was the way she said it.
She made perfect sense. Minako could see now that none of her friends had
been brought here against their will. They were happy. Happy to serve the
Queen, and to please her, and to love her. Love was a wonderful thing.
Minako breathed in. "Let me join you," she said. "I can help you in
the ways of love. I am Love's Warrior." She didn't even seem aware that
it was her talking now, and not the character.
The Queen smiled, and reached out to stroke her face. Minako gasped,
her entire body shivering at the thought of contact with such a wonderful
woman. Then the Queen carefully stripped her of everything she wore,
placing her weapons and armour on the ground at the foot of the throne, and
then the rest of her clothing.
Minako followed the movements on the screen, placing her clothing down
in front of the TV in reverent awe. She sat back down, eyes locked on the
action, and waited for the final climax.
The Queen was naked now as well, though Minako hadn't noticed her
taking off anything. And now they were heading for the Queen's throne, and
the queen sat Minako down on it. Minako purred, imagining being enclosed
in the throne's red, velvety folds.
And now the Queen was looking deep into her eyes, and asking
questions. Would Minako be her Warrior? Would she help her to spread the
ways of love throughout the kingdom, showing everyone what a pure,
wonderful thing it was? Would she help the Queen achieve this pleasure?
Minako almost cried out, her body aching with the need that had built
up throughout the game. She needed release, needed to find a way to get
rid of this energy.
And besides, when she thought about it, there was really no better
ending for the game that a life of service devoted to their beautiful
Queen.
And so Minako pledged her allegiance to the Queen, and was rewarded
with the Queen's gentle smile, and her soft tongue making its way between
Minako's folds. She climaxed almost immediately, pleasure rolling off her
in waves. There was now no difference between her and the character on the
screen now. They were the same person, with the same needs and desires.
The same goals.
The other Warriors gathered around her now, and she cried as she saw
how happy they were. She felt ashamed for having doubted them.
As the screen flashed image after image of the Warriors servicing
Minako and her Queen, Minako climaxed again, her body giving in to the
torture she'd put it through.
She'd reached the final level.
***
Makoto sighed, staring out at the night sky. She should really be
with her friends, studying or gossiping or otherwise socialising. But she
just wasn't in the mood. Once every few weeks or so she just got the urge
to hole up in her apartment and be completely alone for a while. She'd
make some popcorn, get into her nightshirt, and watch a scary movie by the
TV... then go into her room and stare at the ceiling till she fell asleep.
It wasn't really depression... she didn't feel sad, or tired, or
useless. She just was detached. As if nothing really mattered, that she
could stay lying here forever and nothing would change, no one would
notice.
Sometimes she wondered why she did it. Why she didn't simply walk
away, leave, and let the others save the universe from evil. It took a lot
out of her... she already wasn't the most popular of girls because of her
size, and the fact that she constantly had to break off engagements to go
deal with youma and the like meant any friends she might have made had long
since given up on her. Except for the other Senshi. And she had to face
it, if it weren't for their mutual powers, they most likely wouldn't even
give each other the time of day.
Her melancholy was interrupted by the lights going out, leaving her in
pitch blackness. *Wonderful,* she thought. *A power failure. Just what I
needed.* She slowly rolled over and got to her feet, ready to head to the
kitchen for the flashlight.
That was when she noticed that it wasn't the power. It was her.
There were no shadows, no light coming through the window, nothing. She
couldn't see.
"OK, keep calm, don't panic..." she said to herself. There must have
been something weird in that popcorn, something messing with her body.
She'd call Ami, her mother was a doctor.
She sat back on the bed and rolled across, reaching for the phone she
knew was on the nightstand. Now came the tricky part, dialing the number.
She managed to work out which button was which, and waited, trying not to
let panic grip her.
There was no ringing. In fact, there hadn't even been a dial tone.
Makoto's eyes widened as a dark thought occurred to her.
"HEY!" she shouted... or at least assumed she did, as any sound she
made never reached her ears.
*Deaf too. Blind and deaf. I can't believe this. No popcorn is that
dangerous. What's going on?* She rolled back, planning on somehow feeling
her way downstairs... except that now she didn't even seem to be on the
bed. Or was she? She couldn't tell, her body didn't seem to be
registering where it was anymore. She moved her hands all up and down her
body... she could feel that, at least. In fact, her nightshirt was getting
really irritating. Every time she moved, it rubbed, and itched. It was
also heavy, despite the light cotton fabric. She tried moving again, and
felt it rub hotly across her chest, causing a burning feeling. She
growled, and quickly stripped it off.
*What's happening to my senses?* she wondered.
Suddenly she felt chilled. An enemy. It had to be someone trying to
incapacitate her somehow. And here she was in the buff. Way to go, Mako-
chan.
She began to move as best she could, which wasn't very well at all.
She tried reaching out for a wall, but only encountered resistance. She
didn't feel anything, just a sense of pressure holding her back. She
touched her legs, and that was fine. She reached in the other direction,
and after a step or two the same thing happened. She couldn't even be sure
she was in her room anymore. Still, she kept at it, trying to figure out a
way to escape and help the others.
After a while, she felt herself getting tired. Her sense of how long
she'd been doing this had vanished, it could have been days. She fell back
down, letting her body rest on what she presumed was the floor. She lay
back and considered her options, idly rubbing her breast with her hand.
The sensation felt good, it reminded her that she wasn't totally disabled.
If she could still feel her body, then she would be fine.
She needed to find a way to get to the others. They needed to know
about this. Ami would be flummoxed, she wouldn't know what to think about
it. This wasn't something that you could explain; it was something that
had to be experienced.
As she imagined Ami's frustration with the situation, her hand moved
lower, caressing the insides of her thighs before moving to graze her
centre. She was starting to get aroused thinking about the whole thing...
Ami desperately trying to figure things out even after losing her vision
and hearing. Rei would refuse to accept it, of course. She would probably
continue to try shouting, in hopes that eventually she'd hear herself.
Prolly smash into the wall a lot too.
Minako... who knew what that girl would think. She'd probably end up
being much like Makoto herself, giving in and accepting the sensory
deprivation, letting herself flow, and becoming one with her own body.
Makoto's hands were definitely active now, both hands now moving
furiously. She had masturbated before, but it had never felt like this.
This was incredible. There was nothing to distract her, no sights or
sounds to lose her focus. There was only her body, and its need. It was
almost a sense in itself, one to make up for her loss of sight, sound, and
touch. A sexual sense, a feeling of growing passion and arousal.
She wondered more about when she managed to find the others and bring
this to them as well. Would they be able to feel each other? Would she be
able to slide herself against Minako's slim, athletic body, kissing her
nipples and leaving traces of moisture down her stomach from her questing
tongue. She wouldn't be able to hear her cries of pleasure, or see her
mouth opening in a gasp of satisfaction. Minako would never know where the
next touch was coming from, whether it was Makoto's teasing fingers, or
warm and probing tongue.
Now her hips were bucking. She supposed she was crying out, but she
wasn't able to hear it. Wasn't able to see the sweat pouring from her
body, or the way her fingers plunged in and out of her sex. She could
picture everything in her mind's eye now. See the others slowly sit up,
lost to the petty world of sight and sound. See their panic gradually turn
to lust. She knew they would finally understand, finally give in to their
passions. And she would be there for each of them, helping them to see
what their new destiny was. She had been the first to experience it. She
didn't need to see or hear anymore. She needed no touch beyond that of her
body.
This was her world now. Just her touch, and her response.
Her friends needed this. She felt so happy now. So loved. How could
she ever have doubted it? They needed her. The other Senshi. Usagi.
Usagi needed this as well. Not for the sex, of course... she had Mamoru.
But they had to show her how it felt. How they felt. Showing Usagi this
would prove to her how much they loved her. There would be no more fear.
No more loneliness. There would only be her friends, bodies coming
together in an amazing series of sensations. The most primal way of
showing affection for their Queen... by touch alone.
She loved her friends.
She loved her Queen.
And as her body quaked with the most amazing climax she had ever
known, Makoto finally realised that she loved herself as well.
***
Ami sighed, her fingers racing across the keyboard as she attempted to
keep her mind on the work she should be doing rather than have it flutter
off into other areas such as what her friends were doing.
They'd all basically split off tonight to do things on their own.
Minako was dying to try out a new game she'd picked up, Makoto was going to
spend a quiet evening watching TV and eating popcorn, and Rei would no
doubt be busy praying at her shrine. She had no idea about Usagi. Her
friend hadn't really wanted this 'evening to themselves', and with Mamoru
gone back to America she'd likely just end up sitting in her room reading
comic books.
Ami knew that the reason she kept going back over the events is that
she was feeling guilty about it. She wanted this evening to herself, and
fought hard for it even after seeing the looks on Usagi and Makoto's faces.
They were very outgoing, social people. And while Ami didn't consciously
avoid crowds, and loved being with her friends, she was at heart a shy girl
who needed, at times, to simply get away from everyone for a while and be
by herself.
It wasn't as if there was a need to constantly stick together. There
hadn't been any enemies for quite some time. In fact, they hadn't seen
Haruka or the other Outer Senshi in days. And tomorrow they could all go
out for ice cream, and everyone would feel better.
Ami finished up her report, and decided to download email before going
to bed. There were only a few messages, so she quickly ran through them to
see if there was anything that was for her mother, or if (as usual) they
were all various online friends or spam.
To her annoyance, one of the spam messages automatically opened the
attachment it was carrying. Ami's brow furrowed. She presumed this was
yet another unwelcome feature from Microsoft Outlook, something her mother
made her install but which she would dearly love to abandon once and for
all. Not only was it a haven for viruses, it had an annoying habit of
assuming things that you didn't really want assumed.
Such as, apparently, automatically opening all attachments.
And sure enough, this one did seem to have a virus attached. Ami
groaned and put her head in her hands. She'd been meaning to upgrade to
the latest version of Norton, but had been too busy to get around to it.
She hoped that she could take care of this with what she had.
The virus, luckily, didn't seem to be deleting any files from her hard
drive. It looked to be more of the annoying visual kind of virus. A small
green dot with a happy face had appeared in the top right hand corner of
her screen, and was pulsating slowly from aqua to deep emerald. There was
also some sort of static on the monitor now that made it harder to make out
what was actually there.
Narrowing her eyes, Ami fired up the antivirus program and let it run.
As it searched through the system to see if there was anything it could do,
Ami found herself staring at the green face. It was certainly a cute
virus, if nothing else... knew how to get someone's attention. Was the
face winking at her every few seconds?
A beep from the computer brought her back in focus, and she checked
the message. Sure enough, there was a small error screen stating that the
virus could not be cleaned up with her current version. A small screen
asked if she wanted to upgrade to the new version, even with the
possibility that with the virus already on the computer, it might be
dangerous.
Ami said yes. The virus seemed more harmless than anything else, and
she didn't think that getting the new update would be affected by it. Her
webbrowser came slowly to life, and Ami found herself staring at the green
happy face again. It was certainly soothing, whoever had designed it.
Just looking at it made her forget all of the stressful events she'd been
experiencing recently, as she simply let her eyes watch it go from light to
dark green and back again. Even the static on the screen seemed to be in
concert with it, waving slightly across the screen and drawing Ami's
attention back to the face.
The browser had opened, and she found herself staring at a screen
asking if she'd like to download Version 2.0. She stared at it fuzzily,
then hit the OK button. Now a new message appeared, stating that after
this there could be no changes, and was she sure she wanted to download
this new version.
She clicked OK again. That was the whole point of the exercise,
wasn't it? The old version wasn't helping her at all. In fact, it was
making her unhappy. She needed the new upgrade; that would solve a lot of
problems.
Another window popped up, letting her know that the new files were
downloading. It was funny, the file download screen looked almost like the
virus itself. There was a stream of bouncing green faces, each pulsing in
the same pattern as the other. They slowly leaped their way across Ami's
screen, and she simply let her eyes travel from one to the other, never
really seeming to stop. She smiled, appreciating the fact that the makers
had gone to so much trouble to make the download time entertaining and move
quickly.
After what seemed like hours, the green faces all lined up in a row,
bowed to Ami, and then vanished. The static seemed to have cleared as
well, and she found herself looking at the setup screen.
WELCOME TO AMI 2.0! it read. PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING INSTRUCTIONS
CAREFULLY BEFORE PROCEEDING. DON'T BE SCARED OFF BY ANYTHING YOU MIGHT SEE
OR HEAR. THIS IS ALL IN YOUR BEST INTEREST IN ORDER TO PROVIDE YOU WITH
THE BEST AMI PRODUCT, AN AMI *YOU* WANT TO BE! IN ADDITION, PLEASE NOTE
THAT CLOTHING INHIBITS CERTAIN SETUP AREAS OF AMI 2.0 FOR WINDOWS. IF YOU
ARE USING A WINDOWS COMPUTER, PLEASE REMOVE ALL CLOTHING BEFORE CONTINUING.
She blinked, and noticed that she did seem to be wearing a lot of
clothing. She didn't want anything to interfere now that she'd gotten this
far, so she quickly stripped off all of her clothes and put them on the
bed. Sitting back down, and shivering slightly as the wind from the open
window blew air across her chest, she clicked OK.
The next screen appeared. DO YOU WANT US TO CREATE THE IDEAL AMI FROM
OUR SPECIFICATIONS (AMI WIZARD), OR DO YOU WANT TO CREATE YOUR OWN AMI FROM
YOUR PERSONAL PREFERENCES (AMI CUSTOM)?
She thought about that for a second. The program had been easy to
download so far, and she was feeling very tired, for some reason. She
decided she'd trust it to know what she wanted, and clicked on the wizard
option.
THANK YOU!, the screen said. PLEASE WAIT WHILE WE CONFIGURE AMI!
And her small green friend appeared again, calmly pulsing near the top
of the screen. She smiled, and focused on him, her grin growing broader as
time went on. The screen continued to flash commands across the screen,
this time not even bothering to ask for her input.
She was pleased with what she saw. There was an option on the screen
asking about changing her physical appearance, but it passed that by. That
suited Ami, as she liked the way she looked. She might not be as
classically pretty as Rei, or have the statuesque physique of Makoto, but
she thought she was still quite attractive. She took one of her breasts in
her hand, and was pleased at its size filling her palm perfectly. She
brought both hands up to stroke her breasts lightly, and began to read the
screen some more.
There was an option to change her intellectual level, and she was
*very* happy that they left that alone as well. She did notice a change in
the way she studied, however, and could feel it now within her. Studying
was important, but she didn't seem to have that drive to do it in
restaurants or in the bath anymore. She was smart, she knew that she'd be
able to succeed if she applied herself. She could do that and still have
time to hang out with her friends and go on dates.
A small line of sweat broke out on her forehead, and she began to
blink rapidly. Dates? She couldn't date anyone. The idea made her
incredibly...
Then she stared at the screen once more. It was flashing at her, as
if trying to tell her something.
Her level of romantic thoughts were currently set to terrified. That
sounded wrong. It was a character flaw, something she didn't like in
herself, that's why she was upgrading.
The screen was adjusting the level... relaxed... playful... curious.
All these words seemed to burn themselves into her mind, and she suddenly
found herself relaxing once more. Why was she worried about romance? All
the others seemed to want it... and it was something that she wanted to do.
Wanted to find out what it would be like to kiss some young man, and have
his fingers run up and down her body.
Sexuality was now blinking on the screen. The current level seemed to
be book-learning only, but that didn't really fit with her new feelings. A
small error box lit up.
THIS CANNOT BE PHYSICALLY CHANGED BY THE PROGRAM. PLEASE SEE ABOUT
FINDING ANOTHER AUTHORISED USER OF AMI TO HELP COMPLETE THIS UPGRADE.
She nodded. She'd have to see about doing that as soon as possible.
Sexuality blinked again, and this time showed the following:
HETEROSEXUAL/BI-CURIOUS. CHANGE Y/N?
There was a pause, then the wording changed to BISEXUAL/HOMOSEXUAL.
The screen quickly changed before Ami could take this in. She was
having trouble concentrating anyway, as her hands had finished pleasuring
her breasts and had started to move downwards. Her fingers brushed through
her light blue pubic hair and her breathing started to quicken.
Suddenly a picture of Makoto flashed onto the screen. The words LOVE
Y/N? were strobing.
A pop-up window appeared. Ami was forced to move her hand, which had
a finger ready to slip inside her, and click on it.
DECISION MUST BE MADE BY USER: LOVER Y/N?
Ami stared at Makoto. Her breathing was still ragged, and it didn't
help that the picture was one of the young woman showering in the nude.
She stared at the box, then realised that since the program had already
changed her sexuality, this was what she'd wanted. She had once dreamed
about making love to Makoto, but had put it aside as too much pizza the
night before.
She clicked yes.
Instantly the picture was replaced by one of Minako. The same box
appeared, asking if she was a lover or not. Minako lay on her bed, nude,
and appeared to be masturbating. Her eyes were shut and her mouth open in
pleasure. Ami quickly clicked yes.
Over and over, the pictures popped up. Rei, the Outer Senshi... even
Chibi-Usa was there, though she certainly didn't look chibi anymore. With
each one Ami's arousal grew, until at least she arrived at the final
picture, one of Usagi. This one wasn't nude, or showing a sexual scene.
It was just Usagi, smiling at the camera, looking as innocent and pure as
ever.
The first box was the same. LOVER? Y/N. Ami hesitated, but clicked
Y. Then there was another. ABANDON Y/N? Ami was startled, and stopped
the exploration of her body. She stared at the screen, as if there was a
mistake. Why would she ever abandon Usagi? She clicked NO vehemently.
A third. SERVE? Y/N. Ami considered this, and realised that she
really wanted very much to click yes. She thought that would be what the
others would want as well. They were working for Crystal Tokyo, right? It
was only natural. She clicked Y.
Then her bouncing green friend rolled back into view, carrying what
seemed to be a small, superdeformed diploma. CONGRATULATIONS! the screen
read. YOU HAVE SUCCESSFULLY COMPLETED THE UPGRADE! WE HOPE YOU HAVE MANY
YEARS OF ENJOYMENT USING AMI 2.0! PLEASE NOTE THE FINAL INSTRUCTIONS: IN
ORDER FOR UPGRADE TO TAKE PERMANENT EFFECT, USER MUST AFFECT A CLIMAX AT
LEAST THREE TIMES BEFORE RETIRING TO BED. AFTER SLEEPING, AMI 2.0 WILL BE
FULLY INSTALLED.
And now the screen was changing again, changing so fast her eyes could
barely keep up with it. Yellow, then orange, then red, all the colours of
the spectrum. And she was feeling its effects on her body as well, the
arousal she had been experiencing returning with a vengeance. She got up,
stumbling over towards her bed, and fell upon in with a groan. Her right
hand sought out her breast again, while her left went towards her centre,
this time succeeding in its exploration. She ran a finger along her
clitoris, and gasped, as her overstimulated body suddenly rewarded her with
an orgasm. It felt wonderful. She'd always been ashamed of this sort of
thing, denying any urges she may have felt and only giving in when they
became too much to bear. But now she felt alive.
There was a strobing going through the room, as the computer screen
continued to flash its colours faster and faster, and Ami wanted to stroke
herself in time with it. She knelt on the bed, staring back at the
computer screen, and her other hand came down to join its mate. As her
fingers moved faster and faster, her eyes continued to follow the strobing
colours, trying to find a way to keep up with them. Her back arched as a
second climax washed over her, and she almost fell off of the bed, but
managed to maintain her balance.
Now the colours were replaced, and pictures of her friends were on the
screen. Only some of them were together... there were Haruka and Michiru,
interlocked together in bed as they brought each other pleasure. Hotaru,
seemingly an adult now, staring seductively into Setsuna's eyes, her hands
teasingly running up and down her thighs. Makoto was there too, lying in
her room screaming soundlessly at the ceiling, pleasure shuddering through
her body.
And now Ami joined them, her eyes rolling backwards, falling back onto
the bed, as a third climax made her body shake with pure joy... and also
with fatigue. As her breathing slowed to normal, Ami realised it was
almost impossible to keep her eyes open. She sighed, and curled up near
the top of the bed, falling into a relaxed, blissfully deep sleep.
Behind her on the desk, the computer quietly shut itself down.
***
Rei was kneeling by the sacred fire, trying to meditate as best she
could. Her thoughts were still too chaotic to have it do much good,
however. But she persevered, knowing that eventually she'd succeed in
driving away her earthly concerns and become one with her sacred fire.
Her friends didn't really seem to understand what she did here. They
were all going off to have fun of one sort or another (well, Ami was going
to study, but that *was* fun for her), and she was going back to the shrine
to work. Poor Rei, always so serious all the time. She needed, to get
away, to relax and loosen up.
No one understood that this was how she relaxed. That there was
nothing more renewing and invigorating than kneeling here, after a long and
trying day, and losing herself in her devotion to the gods. This wasn't a
task, or a chore. It wasn't something she was forced to do, or did because
of family obligations. If that had been the case, she'd have gone back to
her father, who wanted nothing to do with the shrine. She was here because
she believed, and knew this was her calling. It didn't bother her that she
was also a Sailor Senshi. She knew that she could devote her life to both.
There had been many enemies since they'd been chosen as Senshi, and two of
them had killed her, if only for a short time. But none of them had ever
made her question her faith. They'd just tried to kill her.
Some things were stronger than just death.
Meditating was starting to come easier now, as she began to relax and
let her mind float freely. It had been some time since the last Senshi
crisis, so she hadn't had to worry about crippling visions interrupting
her. She thanked the gods for giving her the gift of psychic powers, but
at the same time wished that they were both a little more reliable and less
of a shock to the system. She usually wound up exhausted.
But lately there were no enemies, and now the others had left to do
their own thing. It was just her and the sacred fire.
She concentrated, striving to find the right balance in her mind.
Meditating wasn't as easy as simply staring at a flame for hours on end.
She learned that the hard way as a child, when she'd let herself be
hypnotised by the flickering of the flame, and usually end up falling right
onto her nose. You didn't stare at the flame, you used it to examine
yourself.
She could feel the fire growing within her now. When she had
discovered her past life and present duties as the Senshi of flame, she'd
felt more than a little proud. The fact that she was able to call on such
an element made her feel that the gods smiled on it, that she was doing
something right.
Though strangely enough, she didn't quite get the same feeling when
she was a Senshi. When she was Sailor Mars, she controlled the fire.
Everything that it did was at her bidding. It was exciting, really,
holding the heat within herself, waiting for the time to release it out on
a torrent. Being able to show her enemies what happened when you messed
with a woman who really knew how to feel the burn.
But when she was here, meditating in from of the sacred fire, it was
different. This wasn't just any fire to be controlled, this was *the* fire
of the gods. And Rei knelt before it, helpless, feeling its heat and force
wash over her. This was a reminder that fire could also destroy, that
cleansing also meant death. She didn't take fire for granted, especially
after a session here.
Even now she could feel its heat over her body, trying to reach
through her robes and work its way into her skin. Trying to purify her.
Rei knew she wasn't perfect. She sometimes was too proud, almost becoming
an egotist about her looks and abilities. And her temper had gotten her
into trouble more times than she could count. She came back here every day
to be humbled, to remind her of how little she was.
She was sweating now, the flames reaching out, tickling the ends of
her bangs. She had moved forward somehow, gotten much closer to the fire
than normal. But that was all right. This was her element, both as a
priestess and a Senshi. It could never hurt her, could never cause her
pain.
She felt her breathing quicken, as she fell further and further into
her meditation. The fire wanted to cleanse her, wanted her to let go of
her past misdeeds. The fire wanted her.
She could feel her robes melting around her, the cloth charring and
burning. It didn't seem to matter though, as they were only keeping her
from feeling what the fire had to give her. Likewise her bra and panties
turned into wisps of cloth, carried up into the air by the strong currents
within.
And now she knelt naked and willing before the sacred fire, ready to
receive its teachings, eager to give up whatever it wanted to take from
her. She trusted it, she welcomed it, she loved it. And now she was
within the fire, it was all around her. The flames teased her skin, almost
caressing it. She felt their heat, and felt it ignite the burning heat
within her. It seared through her body, making her lick her lips. Her
nipples grew aroused, the flames teasing them into hardness, and further
down the core of the fire was drawing her clitoris out from beneath its
sheath.
She had never felt her sacred fire as a sexual thing before. But
now... now it was eating into her soul, making it so much easier, so much
better to serve. This was more than meditation, more than relaxation.
This was rapture.
Her eyes flew open with a gasp as she felt a shudder pass through her,
and she raised her hands high into the air in supplication. She was the
priestess of the fire, and she would let it do with her as it would. And
if she ended up being burned by its eternal flame... wasn't that as close
to reaching perfection as she could achieve?
But there was no death. Instead, she felt the fire tickling under her
arms, removing any remaining hair she hadn't already shaved off earlier
this week. The flame curled into it almost erotically, and she might have
been fascinated if her attention hadn't been drawn to the same thing
happening to her pubic hair. It was entering her now, the sacred flame,
and she unconsciously spread herself wider, letting it pass through into
her own temple gates.
The flames seemed to stop short of the hair on her head, instead
taking hold of her face in something that could almost be a caress. By now
Rei wasn't even thinking about the experience anymore, just letting her
body react however it needed to what the sacred fire desired.
And the sacred fire desired her pleasure. She felt her orgasm wash
through her, searing her body, marking it forever. She was more than just
priestess of the flame, more than just the Senshi of fire. She was fire's
lover. She would do anything for it.
As another orgasm washed through her, she felt the words in her ear.
The fire was whispering to her. She concentrated, even though that was no
longer necessary. Their connection was too close now. She didn't even
need to listen, she knew what it was telling her. Knew and accepted.
***
The others came to Rei's temple. They hadn't contacted each other
about it, it just seemed as if they all knew. Likewise, upon arriving at
the gates, there were no words exchanged between the three of them. Ami,
Makoto and Minako could all see the change in each other, could feel it as
a powerful force. Out in public, in the open, they behaved completely
normally. They were simply coming by to pick up Rei and then head over to
Usagi's house to see if she wanted to join then for the day.
It was when they entered the shrine that their attitudes changed. All
three of them had worn loose-fitting light cotton dresses, fitting for the
summer weather. The dresses hit the floor as soon as they were inside,
thrown away without a second glance.
And now Rei stood before them, naked and seeming to glow with an inner
light. Her eyes seared into them, and each of them stood captivated by the
goddess before them.
And then Rei stepped forward, joining the other three, and they
remembered. There was only one goddess that they worshipped, one girl that
they had devoted their lives, bodies and souls to.
She needed to be here. Needed to see what had happened.
But first they needed to quench their own fires. Being here with one
another had brought each Senshi to a boiling point, and now as Rei reached
out and touched Minako's face, it emerged in a torrent. Minako turned and
dragged Rei into her body, violently but without malice, and embroiled her
lips in a savage kiss.
Likewise, Makoto reached out to clutch Ami to her, her hands
stretching around to clutch the blue-haired Senshi's breasts, fondling and
kneading them till Ami could take no more and turned awkwardly, falling to
her knees in front of her gorgeous tall companion. Her eyes lit up upon
seeing the wet opening in front of her, and she felt herself drawn into her
friend's thighs as if pulled their by magnetic force.
Minako and Rei continued to assault each others bodies. Minako was
putting her tongue to good use, licking all around Rei's breasts. They
were still sensitive from her baptism by fire, and hence Rei was finding it
very hard to concentrate on pleasuring Minako in return. After a moment
she decided to give up, and let Minako take her wherever she wanted to go.
Minako smiled, revelling in the fiery Senshi's surrender, and lowered a
finger to insert itself into Rei's newly hairless opening.
Makoto was quickly finding herself climaxing under Ami's keen tongue,
knowing instinctually that she was the girl's first. That thought made her
even more aroused, and she took Ami's arm, pulling her onto the floor on
top of a prayer mat. She kissed Ami slowly and languorously, running her
tongue between the other girl's lips, and hearing a slow whimper that made
her smile like a cat. She found that she would be perfectly happy to
simply revel in the taste of Ami's mouth forever, treasuring the young,
innocent sweetness found within.
Rei and Minako made an interesting contrast. They too had made their
way to the floor on the other mat, but Rei had decided that she was going
to take back control of their encounter. She was savagely taking Minako,
inserting three fingers deep within the blonde Senshi in a steady,
pistoning movement. As she did this, her other hand held the back of her
neck, capturing Minako's mouth in a kiss that made sure she wasn't able to
get away. Minako, however, had no intention of backing away from the
intense encounter, and was doing her best to make sure Rei knew it was
appreciated, pulling away from Rei's amazing tongue to give little bites
down her neck.
Unknown to Rei, she was slowly backing Minako and the mat along the
floor with the force of her thrusts, until they ran right into Ami and
Makoto, who were busily licking at each other's centres. The four teens
ended up collapsing into a pile of random arms, legs, and other sundry body
parts, then a small giggle, no one could say who it was from, set them off
again. The four of them tried to pleasure each other and also seek
pleasure, and all of them were rewarded far more than they had ever thought
possible.
In the end, the young Senshi's bodies finally gave out in
exhaustion... or rather, simple satisfaction, as there was no doubt they
could call on reserves to keep this up for many hours to come.
But no matter how much pleasure they got from each other, they all
knew that someone was missing. Not the Outers, though they sensed that
they, too, had reached the same understanding about each other. No, this
was something more primal, more necessary. Something all of them
absolutely needed.
"Usagi," the four breathed out as one.
***
Elsewhere, others were also getting ready for meeting with Usagi.
Setsuna cocked her head as they got ready to get into Haruka's car.
"What is it?" Hotaru asked.
Setsuna smiled. "I think the others have been very busy. We'll have
to hurry if we want to make our stand, too."
***
And additional comments were also coming from high above the Earth.
These comments were far more argumentative, though.
"Well, I have to admit I'm impressed. You took a young girl's faith
in her deity and turned it into an excuse to make her another one of
Serenity's lesbian fucktoys. Bravo."
"Do you mind?"
"At least we got some great data out of it. The force fields worked
wonderfully..."
"And you can shut up as well."
"Hmmph."
"Now, since when did you become our moral centre?"
"I never used to be, you always filled that position. Now I'm not so
sure. How can you justify what you did?"
"How do you think? I justify it by every man, woman and child that
suffers because of her! I justify it by the millions of lives that are
made useless by her whim! And if I remember correctly, you were all for us
coming here!"
"Yes, because you said we'd be coming back here to change the Senshi's
minds. I didn't think you'd mean that literally."
"Well, perhaps next time you'll remain sober through the entire
briefing. We went over all of this and why it was necessary."
"Can *I* speak?"
The other voices all quieted, subdued by the quiet power of the
newcomer in the corner.
"I didn't tell any of you the real reason we did this. It wasn't so
that we could permanently alter the Senshi's minds. If she decides to
stand against all of us, she can undo it in the blink of an eye if she
wants. This is purely an object lesson. We need to show her what her
future is, using her friends as examples. And yes, it is cruel, and yes,
we are going too far. I don't care anymore. All I want is an end."
There was a long pause, the argument lost in the quiet power of the
young woman's words. Finally the silence was broken.
"So what are we doing?"
"We're going to wait for her to realise the true horror of what we've
done... and then I'm going to go there and tell her exactly why we did it.
And if I can't convince her... then we're going to kill her."
"But you said we can't do that."
"We can't."
"Then why?"
"Do you want to go back?"
"...I'd rather die."
"That's what happens if I can't convince her."
"Will she listen to you?"
"I'm not sure. There's a first time for everything, I suppose. Come
on, let's get into position."
***
Usagi sighed, stepping out onto the porch of her house. She was
feeling odd lately. The gang had agreed to take an afternoon off from each
other, and spend some time by themselves. In fact, Usagi's parents and
brother were also out of the house, so she had the entire place to herself.
She hated it. She hated being alone, always had. She missed her
friends so much it hurt. Missed her family. Missed Mamo-chan, off in
America. She even missed her daughter, now back in the future, Crystal
Tokyo.
More to the point, she'd been especially restless today. She kept
thinking that something was happening without her, that she was needed
somewhere. She wondered if it meant that a new villain was coming. She'd
never really noticed their coming before, but maybe she was getting
foresight. She'd have to ask Setsuna the next time she saw her.
So she sat on the porch, feeling uneasy, and lonely. She needed to do
something, and quickly. The others were all off having fun. They didn't
need to see her so depressed about something so stupid. They had every
right to lead their own lives. She was just being selfish.
Suddenly she noticed movement up the street. She squinted, then
gasped. The others were here! Was there something wrong? Did they get
news of a new enemy? Or could they somehow sense her melancholy, and had
come here to cheer her up? That second thought pleased her, but she found
it unlikely. In any case, the reason was irrelevant. They were here.
She leaped to her feet. "Everyone! What are you doing here?"
Then, as they got closer, she noticed their expressions.
Over the past few years, she had never been closer to anyone else than
she was to these four girls, her closest friends in the whole world. She
could always see the wonderful things that made them what they were. Ami's
blush whenever she mentioned relationships or anything sexual. Rei's anger
when Usagi would do something stupid, and her pride when Usagi did
something right. Makoto's shyness, peering out from behind her false
bravado to reveal her true self. Minako's manic cheerfulness, and more
rarely her deep depressions. All of them had moods and expressions as
different as fingerprints, and Usagi was intimately familiar with each of
them.
The four girls coming towards her seemed to be wearing identical
expressions. And the expression was almost painful to look at. They were
looking directly at Usagi, and there was a desperate, painful longing in
their eyes. The need in there... well, it was something that she'd only
ever thought she'd see reflected in the mirror.
It was absolutely terrifying.
Usagi found herself doing something she'd never ever thought she'd had
to do: backing away from her friends. "What--what's wrong with you? Did
something happen?"
Rei smiled, showing her teeth. It was a desperate smile, the sort
that one did when trying desperately not to startle a frightened animal.
And one by one, the others showed her the same smile.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Usagi screamed. She was
panicking now, sure that they'd been possessed by something evil. She
turned and started to run.
She got about three feet before running into someone else. Looking
up, she saw it was Hotaru.
A Hotaru who was about 10 years older than when she'd last seen her
the week before.
She screamed, trying to back away, but was stopped by a hand to her
shoulder.
"Usagi. It's alright." It was Haruka.
With her eyes looking loving, and warm... but blessedly normal. And a
smile that Usagi had seen on her many times before.
She almost sobbed as she hugged Haruka tightly. "Haruka-chan, what's
going on? Something's happened."
Setsuna and Michiru were also here, also smiling. None of them seemed
inclined to answer her, though. And when she turned, the others were still
there, staring at her. They weren't smiling anymore... in fact, they
almost seemed in pain. Her heart ached, as she wanted to help them but
still couldn't face them when they were like this. So... so needy.
Needing her.
She turned back to Haruka, who raised an eyebrow. "Setsuna," she
called back to her friend, "I think they had a bit more happen to them."
Setsuna nodded. "I wonder what each of them went through."
Usagi was starting to panic again. "What is this? What's happened?"
"I happened."
The Outers and Usagi turned, looking back towards Usagi's house. The
porch was now occupied. Five women stood there, casually leaning against
the joists with weapons drawn. They didn't look menacing or evil... but
also didn't look like they'd regret using them. But it was the sixth women
that held their attention. She was older now, looking the same age as
Haruka and Michiru. The hatred in her eyes was something so foreign that
it almost made her unrecognisable. But it was the hair that gave her away.
"Chibi-Usa..." Usagi whispered.
The Inner Senshi kept their gazes locked on Usagi the entire time.
***
They sat in Usagi's living room, feeling somewhat cramped, even with
chairs brought in from the kitchen. Usagi sat on the couch, with Makoto
and Ami on one side of her and Rei and Minako on the other. The Outers
were perched on chairs brought in from the kitchen, clustered together near
the door. The five strange women were standing around the living room,
still not revealing anything in their expressions, though Usagi noted they
all seemed to glance at her out of the corner of their eyes. And Chibi-
Usa... though not chibi anymore... sat across from Usagi, and looked at the
girl as if she were Satan herself.
Usagi was just about ready to faint from everything that had
happened. She kept hoping that all of this was a bad dream. She couldn't
begin to fathom everything that had happened. She would cry, except that
would likely only get her yelled at.
Maybe she should anyway. She'd give anything to hear Rei scream at
her again.
Chibi-Usa stared at her a little longer, then seemed to come to a
decision. "We won't get anywhere with me simply trying to terrify you.
Let me give you a little history lesson instead.
"Once there was a kingdom that was supposed to be a utopia. It was
Crystal Tokyo. And it was ruled by eight Senshi guardians, a wise consort,
and the kindest, most gentle woman who ever lived. Neo-Queen Serenity.
"For almost a thousand years, this paradise continued. And then,
shortly after the Black Moon War, four of the Senshi left. They had
gradually grown apart from their Queen, and the leaving was full of
bitterness and recriminations."
Haruka interrupted. "We'd never do that."
Chibi-Usa glared at her. "It wasn't you."
Haruka had a retort, but stopped short in surprise. "What?"
"Surprised, aren't you? You four stayed. The ones who never trusted
Usagi back in this time were ultimately the ones who never left Serenity's
side. No, it was the Inner Senshi who left."
Usagi's mind was having difficulty getting around all of this. She
was quickly brought back to reality, however, by the sobs of her friends on
the couch next to her. She looked at them, and saw the tears coursing down
their cheeks.
"No..." Makoto murmured.
"It's a lie!" Rei screamed.
"You're the lie," Chibi-Usa said coldly. "That's why we did what you
did. You left her, and she was devastated. And that left the entire city
ripe for the taking."
Her voice dropped, and for the first time since her arrival there was
genuine emotion in her voice. "The city barely survived. Crystal Tokyo
was devastated. There were barely one hundred people left alive. I was
one of them. But the other Senshi, the guardians... and Endymion," she
stopped, a catch in her voice, then went on, "they were all killed. And
when they died, so did something in Serenity."
Now back to normal, her voice returned to its cold, factual tone.
"She put herself into the rebuilding of the city like a woman possessed.
In only three months, Crystal Tokyo was restored. But she couldn't restore
the people who had died.
"The city was on the verge of dying again. No one wanted to live
there anymore. No one could exist in a city with such tragedy around it.
So Serenity decided that the people needed something.
"She gave them love. Whether they wanted to or not."
Chibi-Usa stood up, and went to stand in front of Usagi. "I grew up
in a state of terror. The mother I loved was gone. The girl I'd seen back
in the past didn't exist anymore. And as all of my friends turned
eighteen, they went to meet the Queen, and came out in love. Randomly. To
whoever was also there."
She yanked Usagi to her feet. "Can you imagine what you did? Do you
even have the slightest idea?"
Usagi was almost shaking. "I didn't do it..." she murmured.
"You did!" the other girl screamed. "I saw it happen, every year!
You MADE me watch! How dare you deny it!"
Usagi ripped her arm away. "It wasn't me! I'd never do that! I
would never, EVER hurt anyone that way!" She sat back on the couch,
unconsciously trying to take comfort from her friends.
The Outers were looking uncomfortable. Chibi-Usa saw this and walked
over to them. "You can see it, can't you? You might not want to accept
it... but you understand how it can happen. You've done similar things,
after all."
Setsuna was trying to remain cool and aloof. "So you came back here
to change the past?"
Chibi-Usa nodded, her eyes flickering. "Exactly."
Haruka looked at the others. "What's your story?"
One of them, a tall blonde, spoke up. "Princess Usagi came to see all
of us in secret. We all turn eighteen this year... in fact, in terms of
passing time it's likely happened already. She said she had a plan to get
us a future, and we decided to take it."
Chibi-Usa nodded. "I had been planning this for some time. I went to
see the wreckage of the Time Gate, where Pluto had died, and found some
equipment that could help us. It would be rough... and one-way... but we
could go back in time, and prevent this future."
Usagi started. "One-way? You can't go back?"
"No."
"Then why? Why do this, if you're throwing away your future?"
"The others will have a future. And besides, if we succeed, we'll
still be there. Chibi-Usa will still be alive, and with her parents, and
everything will be alright. I don't know what will happen to us then,
maybe we'll disappear." She looked to Pluto, who shrugged.
"Time travel isn't an exact science, even to me. Paradoxes are just
that. You can never predict what will happen."
Michiru spoke up. "So you used the technology from Pluto's gate to
come back here... and I imagine you stole whatever it was your Queen used
to change everyone's minds."
Chibi-Usa noted her use of the words "your queen", but said nothing.
"She didn't need to use anything but the Crystal. You underestimate its
power."
"So what are you using here? What did you use to... do whatever it
was you did?"
Chibi-Usa shrugged. "The human brain is still difficult to decipher,
but it's much easier in my time than it is now. We had some devices. Plus
we had an engineer with a knack for experimentation." She nodded towards a
brown-haired girl, who flushed.
Usagi had gotten somewhat disconnected through all this. She was
staring into space, her mind trying to imagine how this could possibly have
happened. How in the world she could ever allow something like this to
happen.
She'd failed them. Failed everyone.
No. That was something that she'd never allow.
She stood up. "You did something to my friends. To Ami, Rei, Makoto
and Minako. You made them--"
Chibi-Usa cut her off. "We made them desire you. You and each other.
They love you now, a love so deep it's burned into their minds. They'll
never leave each other. They'll never leave you."
Usagi shivered. "What about the others? What about Hotaru-chan, why
is she older?"
Chibi-Usa shifted again, and this time Usagi picked up on it. "They
didn't need to have the obsession with you... they stayed with you till the
end."
"Then why do it? Why do that sort of thing to them?"
"For revenge," Haruka and Michiru said at the same time.
Chibi-Usa's eyes darkened. "I wanted to hurt you. Hurt you the way
you'd hurt everyone I cared about. The way you destroyed everyone's lives.
I wanted you to feel that."
"I didn't do it," Usagi denied once again.
"But you will," came the response.
Usagi shook her head. "No, I won't."
"You say that now--" Chibi-Usa began, but Usagi had had enough. She
grabbed Chibi-Usa with a strength she didn't know she had and dragged her
down to stare right into her eyes.
"I want you to listen to me. I will not hurt anyone. I will not
become that person. And I will *never* let that happen to you. I love
you."
Chibi-Usa shuddered. "That word means nothing to me now."
"But it means everything to me," Usagi replied.
The room had gone silent now, as if the world consisted entirely of
Usagi and her daughter. Usagi tried another tactic. "You came back here
to stop this from happening. To show me what would happen in the future.
Don't you think you've succeeded? Did you do all this thinking it would be
useless?"
"Well, I'll never know, will I? I can never go back there now! We
knew it was a one-way journey when we started! How am I supposed to tell
if anything I did made a difference?" Chibi-Usa was starting to look a
little frantic. Usagi had a feeling that the walls were starting to break
down.
"I could find out," said Setsuna, speaking up. "I mean, I am the
obvious choice."
Usagi shook her head. "No. I won't put you through that. Pluto
shouldn't know about her own future."
"But--"
"I said no." Usagi sighed, and motioned for Chibi-Usa to sit on the
floor. The young woman, now thoroughly demoralised, complied.
"What can I say to make you believe me?"
Chibi-Usa sat silent for a moment. "I'm not sure you can."
Usagi sighed, and looked around her. Her friends still sat beside her
on the couch, looks of rapt attention on their faces. Usagi winced,
reminded of her other problems.
"What can we do now? How can I get the others back to normal?"
"You can't. It wasn't designed to be temporary." Chibi-Usa said. "We
made them love you. Forever."
A cough made them look up. "Not quite true," said the brown-haired
girl. "I kinda designed a safety valve for all this. Y'know, just in case
something... well, exactly like what happened happened."
Chibi-Usa got up. "What do you mean?"
"Well, they're always gonna love her. That's not that much of a
change, really. But they don't have to be mindless zombies about it. I
mean, we don't want a future where the Senshi are all mindless lesbian
sluts. That would probably be even easier to overthrow." The other woman
was looking rather uncomfortable now, as were her companions. It was
becoming clearer to Usagi that this wasn't as much of a united front as
she'd thought.
"What do I have to do?" Usagi said.
More uncomfortable looks. "Well... essentially, we used sexual
fantasies and buried feelings as a power of suggestion. In essence, we
sort of hypnotised them through sex, with a climax as a final trigger
implanting the new thoughts. So, in order to bring them out of it, I put
in a little suggestion that some of the more intense passions could be
reversed by another climax brought on by oral attention from the object of
their affection."
Usagi's eyes crossed briefly as she tried to decipher what she'd just
heard.
The brunette sighed. "You have to lick them to climax, then they'll
get some of their self back."
This seemed to stop Usagi dead in her tracks for a moment. Taking
this opportunity, Haruka coughed pointedly.
"Ah... heh heh heh..." the other girl stuttered, rubbing the back of
her neck. "Well, you four were a different induction method entirely. We
didn't need to make sure of your loyalties... but we wanted to make sure
you didn't attack us. I mean, there's a reason you aren't trying to kill
us right now, you know."
Michiru nodded. "We'd guessed that. So we're basically stuck with
this?"
"Is that so bad?" the brunette said, looking nervously back and forth
between them?
Setsuna smiled. "It's not horrible. At least one thing your actions
were responsible for is something I'm quite happy with," she said,
squeezing Hotaru's hand. "But if you do this again, to anybody else, I
don't care if we are conditioned not to harm you, we'll find a way around
it, and we will stop you. Is that clear?" The smile hardened and there
was fire in her eyes. The other women gulped.
"Well... I mean, we're pretty much done here, right? I don't think we
need to even use it again. I got the data I needed for all of this, so
it's not really *necessary* to have the equipment anymore..." The brunette
was babbling now.
Setsuna nodded. "So you'll destroy it, then?"
"Um... s-s-sure!"
Usagi seemed to come out of her trance, and was looking at the Inner
Senshi. Her friends looked back at her, still with that longing, hungry
look in their eyes.
She'd never be able to see them like that every day. There wasn't
really much of a choice at all, really.
Besides, she loved each and every one of them.
She looked down at her daughter, who was staring listlessly at the
floor. "Are you alright?" Usagi asked.
Chibi-Usa's voice sounded hollow. "I thought after all this was
done... I'd feel satisfaction. Or relief. Or something. But I just feel
empty. I've become my mother."
Usagi hugged her, and Chibi-Usa didn't seem to push her away. "Am I
your mother anymore?" She was taking a chance here, but thought that this
might be for the best, so she continued. "If what you did worked... and I
think it did... then there won't be the same Chibi-Usa in the future. And
if it didn't... then I don't want you to think of me as someone who would
become that kind of person."
Chibi-Usa looked up. She was crying now. "What are you saying?"
"What I'm saying is... that if you think it's become too painful to be
the daughter of Neo-Queen Serenity... then you don't have to be. You can
start over. You're here, and you have friends. You have your friends from
your time... and you have us. Don't forget that. I will always be here
for you, no matter what."
And then she found herself being hugged tightly, and now she was
crying too, crying for the loss of her daughter... and the return of one of
her best friends.
***
In the end, there was really no measurement of it starting. Certainly
there was no one standing up and saying, "All right, everybody, let's all
have sex with each other now!" On the other hand, it was clear that
something was about to happen.
Chibi-Usa's friends had left, clearly not wanting to intrude on an
intimate moment or continue to advertise that they were the cause of it.
Chibi-Usa herself, however, didn't seem willing to disentangle herself from
Usagi's embrace, and so with a few backwards glances they left her behind,
settling outside to awkwardly wait for things to finish.
Inside, Usagi smiled, pushed herself away from Chibi-Usa temporarily,
and rose to her feet. "Everyone... I need you to know that I'm doing this
because I love all of you. I want you to be happy. Not because anyone
makes you, but because it's what you feel, deep down inside. You all
deserve the right to make your own happiness. And I don't think any less
of any of you for what's happened."
There wasn't much of a reaction. She didn't expect one. There would
be time enough for that afterwards. They just looked at her expectantly,
lips parted, knowing that the woman they adored was finally going to give
them what they wanted most.
Usagi smiled, and then quickly, one right after the other, gave all
four of them a soft kiss on the lips.
Then yelped as they all grabbed her and threw her down onto the couch,
peeling off her skirt and blouse as if they were tissue paper.
Chibi-Usa stepped back, a little taken aback by the aggressive
behaviour of the others. She wasn't sure what she should be doing now.
Leaving, probably. She'd gotten what she wanted, and felt horrible about
it. She started to spin around, ready to run out of the house.
A hand reached out to grasp her arm, she turned, and found herself
looking into the eyes of Hotaru.
As a child, she remembered coming back to the past, and meeting
Hotaru. They'd been good friends then, almost best friends. After all,
they were the Senshi closest in age to each other. When Chibi-Usa went
back to her own time, she wanted to continue the friendship... but Hotaru
was an adult now, the same as the others, and it just felt awkward.
And then shortly afterwards, Hotaru was dead and it didn't really
matter in any case.
Now, she saw her here as an adult once more. Forcibly grown by the
nanotechnology created in the future, made to mature before her time.
Chibi-Usa felt almost shamed beyond measure. She tried to pull away.
"No," Hotaru said, and yanked her back into the room.
She felt her chin being lifted. "Chibi-Usa, listen to me. It's
alright. I forgive you."
"How can you say that?" Chibi-Usa screamed out. "I...I..."
Setsuna was on her other side. She looked up, her eyes tearing up
again. "Puu..." she murmured.
Setsuna smiled. "It's always easy to take your vengeance when it's an
abstract thing. We know that more than anyone. After all, I was ready to
kill Hotaru-chan rather than let Saturn step into the world." She turned,
and gazed at her lover. "But now... I'd never be able to do that."
"Chibi-Usa, I can't say I agree with what you did. But I forgive you
for it... and not just because I recovered my memories and could be with
Setsuna-chan again. You went through something I can't even imagine
surviving. To come out of that... took a lot from you. I want to help you
get some of that back."
Setsuna nodded. "We all do. You need to be able to forgive
yourself."
Hotaru nodded. "Isn't that true, Haruka?"
Haruka and Michiru started, their gaze briefly drawn away from the
couch. "What?" she breathed.
Setsuna cocked her head. "We're trying to help Chibi-Usa come to
terms with what she did. Can you two help?"
Haruka turned back towards the couch. "Sorry, but lately because of
what she did, it's kinda hard to simply ignore that."
"Hmm?" Hotaru said, turning. "Oh my," she murmured, after a short
pause.
In the short space of time since Chibi-Usa had left, the Senshi had
managed to remove both Usagi's clothing and their own. Minako was
enveloping Usagi in a passionate kiss, while Ami suckled at her breasts,
and Makoto and Rei took turns licking at her wet centre. Usagi herself was
moaning and panting, and seemed to have totally forgotten that her goal was
to pleasure the others.
The five remaining Senshi stood motionless for a moment, taking all
this in. Setsuna finally broke the silence. "You're right. It is much
harder to simply sit here and not be... taken in by all this."
Hotaru felt herself starting to sweat. "Mmm," was all she could
manage. Chibi-Usa was still clutched in her arms, and suddenly that hug
was taking on an entirely different meaning.
Chibi-Usa was starting to realise the situation that she had
inadvertently created. Her head swivelled between the five very active
Senshi on the couch and the four others holding her in their arms, eyes
starting to glaze over slightly.
She was in trouble.
Before she could think, Hotaru was suddenly kissing her, a soft, wet,
delicious kiss that made her knees weak. She'd never really done anything
like this with anyone before, her feelings about love and sexuality being
very confused for most of her life. But this... this kiss made her heart
start to beat fast, and started a small fire in her nether regions.
She might not understand love yet, but sexuality was a far quicker
study.
"I can stop if you want. We don't want to coerce you, believe me."
Hotaru said after they'd finally pulled away from each other. Chibi-Usa
blinked at the 'we', and then noticed Setsuna, Haruka and Michiru smiling
at her as well. She continued to hear the moans coming from the couch, and
realised where this was going.
After a long pause, she gave her answer.
"Where?"
To answer, Haruka grabbed her and shoved her towards the pile of
bodies in the centre of the room.
***
Usagi gradually felt her mind reassemble itself. It wasn't as though
the others had stopped. On the contrary, if anything, they were getting
even better at coaxing every single ounce of pleasure from her body. In
fact, as she peered blearily over Ami's nude form, she could see Michiru
lying on the floor, her mouth busily working away at the crotch of a very
pleased Chibi-Usa, who was also nibbling on Hotaru's breasts.
Well, good. She seemed to be getting over her experience, then.
Now, wasn't their something she was supposed to do...?
Rei swam into her focus now, her eyes alight with the love she felt
for Usagi. She smiled vacantly.
Oh, yes. That was it.
She smiled back, and forced her weak limbs to regain control, sitting
up. Doing so had the unfortunate effect of tossing Minako down to the
ground, but nobody seemed to mind much, as Setsuna simply reached out,
grabbed her by one leg, and dragged her closer so that she could taste the
young blonde.
Usagi smiled back at Rei, deciding to start things off with the friend
who understood her perhaps better than anyone else. She pushed her back
over the edge of the couch, both of them falling to the floor with a thump.
Usagi winced but carried on, focusing her attention on giving Rei as much
pleasure as possible.
Rei kept trying to push Usagi away, to gain access once more to her
body. Usagi, though, had had enough of seeking her own pleasure. She
gently but firmly pushed Rei back onto the floor, and kissed her deeply and
passionately. Rei was gasping by the time they were done, almost looking
like she was ready to climax on the spot. Usagi wasn't finished, however,
slowly kissing down Rei's neck and shoulder blades before arriving at her
beautiful breasts. They weren't as large as Makoto's, but they were
perfectly proportioned, and Usagi had often envied Rei's figure in
comparison to her own. She suckled gently on them, taking her time,
mindful that the others were being kept busy until she could worship each
of them in turn.
And yet, despite her assurances that she'd take her time, she found
herself drawn down towards Rei's dark passage, glistening slightly with
desire and waiting for her rapt attention. Usagi licked her lips,
whispered a quick assurance of love once more, and then slowly began to
lick.
She had only ever made love to Mamoru before, and had no idea what it
was like to be loved by another woman. She was discovering that, while the
two genders shared certain characteristics, there were certain things she
could feel with Rei that she never could with Mamoru, and vice versa.
She could feel Rei start to buck under her head, and tightened her
hold on the young girl, moving one hand back upwards to stroke a breast
while the other kept her thighs parted. She could feel Rei's body start to
tremble with her orgasm, and kept up her diligence until Rei's cry echoed
across the room.
And then there was a pause, as Usagi looked up, and found herself
looking into the eyes of Rei Hino.
Eyes that were tearing, and filled with shame, but not in any way
worshipful.
Now came the hard part, Usagi thought, as she pulled Rei into a hug.
"Rei, it's OK. It's all right," she said, as the young woman began to
sob, huge gasping cries that tore at Usagi's heart.
"It's not," she finally cried out. "We failed you."
Usagi pulled her in tight, kissing the top of her head. "You did
*not* fail me. How dare you believe that? Without all of you, I wouldn't
be here, I'd be dead eighty times over. You are all so important to me..."
Now she was crying, and Rei slowly reached out to caress her cheek.
When she spoke, she had a little catch in her voice, but seemed calmer.
"What Chibi-Usa did... it worked. I swear it, Usagi, I will never
ever abandon you."
Usagi shook her head. "I won't hold you to that, Rei-chan. I want
you to be happy."
"Usagi, you make me happy. Believe that."
Usagi grinned, even though she was still crying. "Thank you."
They got up, and went back to the large group that had now completely
moved onto the floor. Makoto gasped as she climaxed under the nimble
fingers of Michiru, but her gaze still seemed focused on Usagi.
Michiru sighed, shrugging as she looked over at the pair. "I tried,
but it looks like it has to be you, Usagi-chan."
Usagi smiled. "That's OK. I don't mind," she said, eliciting a
giggle from the older Senshi. She then reached out and gave Michiru a
long, deep kiss.
Michiru moaned, and leaned into the kiss for several more seconds.
After pulling apart, she said, "That was lovely, Usagi-chan, but not
entirely necessary. We didn't go through the same thing your friends did."
"I know," Usagi said, putting a finger to Michiru's lips. "But I
don't want you to think that I love any of you less, or that I don't
appreciate what you went through. Because I do." She stroked Michiru's
hair, and noted the small patch of metal still embedded in the scalp.
Michiru smiled, and kissed Usagi once more. "Thank you." She then
turned and lifted Minako up off of where Haruka was currently working her
over, and placed her in Usagi's lap. "Back to work," she smirked, and then
moved over to her lover. "Have you totally forgotten about me?" she asked.
"Never," Haruka growled, pulling her down into an embrace.
Usagi smiled, pleased to see that the Outers had recovered more
readily from their own traumatic experience, and then turned towards
Minako, who was already stroking her breasts and sucking on her shoulder.
Chibi-Usa looked up briefly from where Makoto and Setsuna were busily
working her over, and briefly smiled to see Usagi so happy. It had been so
long since she'd seen Usagi that innocent, that confident that everything
in the world. She'd forgotten how inspiring it could be.
A light nip at her nipple brought her back to reality, and she stared
at Setsuna, who had a wry look on her face.
"While I appreciate the fact that Usagi told you you didn't have to
think of her as your daughter, I still think we'd better keep you two
separated throughout this experience."
"Puu!" Chibi-Usa squeaked, outraged.
There was a small cry from Minako, followed by a more vehement series
of sobs. Hotaru looked up briefly from where she had been kissing Ami, and
noted, "She works fast."
"They really don't need too much coaxing, frankly. Especially with us
priming the engines, so to speak," Setsuna added.
"Less talk, more sex," Chibi-Usa moaned, grabbing Setsuna's head and
returning it to her breasts.
"Good Lord, we've created a monster," Setsuna murmured before bending
to her task.
Usagi finished reassuring Minako, who was almost beside herself with
fear and self-hatred. She then broke off and moved towards Makoto, leaving
Rei and Minako huddled in each others' arms.
"God, she talks about how much she needs us, but... every time
something like this happens, I always feel so inadequate compared with the
size of her heart," Minako said.
Rei nodded. "It's the same with all of us. Admittedly, nothing quite
like this has happened before."
Minako looked around. "Wow. I hope Usagi knows a good carpet
cleaning service."
Rei coughed. "Um... listen, about what we were doing earlier back at
the temple..."
Minako stared back, hesitation in her eyes. "Yes?"
"You were really, really good," Rei finished, her face colouring.
Minako stared back for a moment, then grinned. "Look who's talking.
You really know how to light a fire, don't you?"
Rei smiled, and kissed Minako soundly.
Usagi was now cradling Makoto in her arms, her friend not crying like
the others, but simply staring out into space. "It's alright, Mako-chan,
it's OK. It wasn't your fault."
Makoto shook her head. "It would have happened, Usagi-chan."
"What do you mean?"
"I was lying at home, thinking about how I didn't really have any
friends except all of you, and feeling sorry for myself. I would have
gotten over it, but... I might have left, eventually. How do I know I
won't do that? I can say I'll never leave you, and mean it, but I can't
trust myself again."
Usagi smiled, and leaned over to kiss her friend. "But I trust you,
Mako-chan. All the others do. And if you do decide you need to leave, all
I ask is that it's because you've found someone or something that makes you
happy... not because you feel that you don't belong."
Makoto's eyes misted over. "Thank you, Usagi."
They both glanced over at Ami, who was staring glassily at them, being
held up partially by Hotaru.
Makoto smiled wanly. "You need to go help Ami-chan now, Usagi."
Usagi glanced over there, then smiled and looked back at her taller
friend. "Come with me."
"What?"
"Help me with Ami. I think... I think she'd like it if you were
there."
Makoto for a moment looked like a deer caught in headlights, then
smiled. "All right."
The others were gradually beginning to wind down, each leaning back,
their partner of choice in their arms, to watch Usagi bring the final
member of their group back to them. For once they felt like a group... a
unit. The Outers didn't have that distance that had always stood like a
wall between them before, and Chibi-Usa felt as if she was truly starting
to understand the people who had been such an important part of her life so
long ago. There was a bond between them now that felt unbreakable, and had
little to do with sex or mind-control.
Usagi and Makoto were gently taking Ami higher and higher, coaxing a
series of moans and sighs from her that almost sounded like music. As it
reached a crescendo, there was a sense of both relief and poignancy, as
they knew that Ami would likely...
"Oh gods..."
...be incredibly embarrassed and humiliated by the whole thing.
Ami tried to crawl away from the others, but was held tightly by
Makoto. Usagi leaned in and kissed her once more, bringing a huge blush to
the girl's cheeks. "Ami, don't blame yourself. It's all right. We don't
feel ashamed for what happened, and you shouldn't either."
Ami still couldn't meet anyone's eyes. "Why not? What we did... I
just can't..."
Makoto leaned down, and whispered quietly into her ear. Nobody could
hear what was said, but both of them seemed to blush vividly, and Ami
finally looked up.
The smiles in the others' faces, free of any trace of shame or
disgrace, made her feel a little better, and almost made her forget that
she was lying naked in the middle of a pile of bodies.
For a moment, no one said anything else. Then Minako spoke up. "What
now?"
No one quite knew how to respond to that. Haruka sighed. "Well,
while you all are back to normal, we're pretty much the same as we were
after this first happened. We have our minds back... but the libido's
really kicking in."
Hotaru nodded. "We really, really wanted to join in once you'd
started."
Ami had been whispering into Makoto's ear now. Makoto blushed and
looked up at the others. "I'd venture to say that we might have an
increased... desire as well."
"Uh huh," Minako breathed, leaning into Rei's naked back.
Usagi looked around, feeling a little bit out of place. "Well...
um... nothing happened to me. But I guess I'll help all I can."
Everyone stared at Usagi for a moment, then a gale of laughter spread
over the room. Everyone dissolved in giggles as the ludicrousness of the
situation hit them.
Then Chibi-Usa, who had been silent all this time, got to her feet,
picking up her shirt. She bowed to everyone.
"Even though I know you've heard it before, I... apologise for what
happened. I'll never be able to do that enough."
Usagi frowned. "You're leaving."
"Yes," her daughter responded.
"You don't have to," she said.
Chibi-Usa shook her head. "Yes I do," she answered. "I brought the
others back here, and I'm not going to abandon them now. They're not
Senshi, they have to be protected. And... I can't be here for much
longer." She took a deep breath. "In a few years, all of you, and Mamo-
chan, are going to bring about the most beautiful kingdom the world has
ever known. And much later on, you'll give birth to a daughter who will
know the love and devotion that only her parents and family can provide."
She smiled sadly. "And I know that you love me, Usagi. I know that
all of you do. But I succeeded. And that means that I'm not that daughter
anymore. I'm someone else. I have to go find my own path, separate from
all of you."
Usagi tried to think of something, anything that would convince Chibi-
Usa to change her mind. But she could see the resolve in her daughter's
eyes. So all she did was get up, and hug her as tightly as she could.
"If anything changes... or if any of you need help... we are ALWAYS
here for you. No matter what. I don't even care if it causes a paradox."
Setsuna opened her mouth, and just as quickly Hotaru put a hand over
it.
Chibi-Usa smiled, returning the hug just as tightly. "Thank you,
Usagi. I will, I promise." Then she quickly got dressed and went outside.
For a moment, no one spoke. Then Minako broke the silence.
"As I was saying to Rei-chan earlier... do you know a carpet cleaner?
And when are your parents getting home."
Usagi looked over at Minako in confusion, then her eyes bugged out.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH!!!"
***
The others rose to their feet as Chibi-Usa emerged from the house, the
brunette quickly discarding a small, silver device.
"What was that," Chibi-Usa asked.
"Just a little sound dampening device. Now the neighbours won't be
calling with complaints." Her grin resembled a shark's.
Chibi-Usa blushed. "Thank you," she said quietly.
The blonde looked more serious. "So what are we doing?"
Chibi-Usa sighed. "We're going back up to the ship. The first thing
we're going to do," she said, "Is destroy all the mind-altering equipment."
The brunette nodded. "Was planning on that."
"Along with all your notes."
Her jaw dropped. "But... but... WHYYYYYY?!"
Chibi-Usa shook her head. "We're not going back to Crystal Tokyo, and
I don't want to risk anyone getting a hold of this sort of thing, even the
theory. I trust you... but not everyone."
The brunette sighed. "Fine, whatever. I'm never going to forgive
myself."
Chibi-Usa squared her shoulders, and headed down the street, the
others following behind. "Now, we have a ship filled with advanced
technology, none of which we can use here. Moreover, we're descended from
an ancient kingdom that arose over ten thousand years ago somewhere quite
close."
She looked back, and smiled, the first real smile any of them had ever
seen from her.
"Anyone ready to go on a lunar expedition?"
END
Author's notes:
Blame His Lordship Chaos. I want to make that quite clear right off the
bat. Yes, the idea had been percolating in my head for some time, but if
it weren't for Chaos daring me to write it, it would never have hit the
page. Clearly he is a bad influence on my pure, innocent self.
Well, OK, Chaos isn't *totally* to blame. The other major culprit is the
Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive, an archive I've been reading for years
now. The subject... well, the subject is pretty much the sort of story you
read above. Any story, with explicit sex, which involved someone's mind
being coerced by artificial means as a manner of seduction. Consensual or
non, it's a fascinating archive, and can be quite erotic if viewed from a
'this is complete and utter fantasy' standpoint.
This story was also specifically influenced by a few stories on the site,
both in terms of theme, or in terms of method used. The first scene, with
the spiders, is VERY closely influenced (OK, it's practically an homage) to
Quicksilver, by Chris Chris. Hotaru's scene used nanotechnology, which
countless stories have used, most especially Nanotechnology (no longer on
the archive). Setsuna's seduction was mostly non-MC, but there was a quick
cameo by the glowing green shampoo used by the leprechaun in We Four Girls
by Arcane (available elsewhere, as it has real-life celebrities).
<takes breath> Minako, Makoto, and Rei's inductions were also not really
based on anything in particular but my own imagination, but Ami's was
inspired by a series of fics called Master PC (created by JR Parz).
For the curious, most of these can be found here: www.mcstories.com, or
here: come.to/bravenewworld.
More recently, the works of Trilby Else and cat's sara have also inspired
the moods and flavours of this fanfic, and I thank them for being such good
writers.
On the Sailor Moon front, I must once again thank Chaos, for making sure I
carried this nightmarish thing through to its conclusion, and encouraging
me when I tried to give it a real plot rather than write pure lesbian sex.
I also am indebted to Amanda 'Greenbeans' Anderson, for encouraging me to
write this despite her natural shyness, and for writing the first half of
the Minako scene when my knowledge of video games proved to be sadly
inadequate. Fear not, Greenbeans fans, she wrote none of the squidgy bits.
:-D
Other prereaders and random bystanders without whom this would suck a lot
more than it does (or less, depending on your point of view) are Lara
Bartram, RpM, Chris Bremer, Jeff Hosmer, Stefan Gagne, Trisha Sebastian,
Jackie Chiang, Asynca, Joan McDougall, Ysabet MacFarlane, Jon Carp, Thom
Youngblood and Dan Root. Thanks to all of them for putting up with me
writing this. Extra special thanks to Lara for doing a line-by-line read
that caught a LOT more errors than I'd thought I had.
Note: Chibi-Usa's friends, who remain unnamed in the fanfic, were based on
the cast of an anime series. Examining the text should give a few hints in
that direction. ^_^
State of Love and Trust is a song by Pearl Jam, that can be found on the
Soundtrack to the movie 'Singles'.
All C&C is welcome and appreciated.
We value your patronage.
--SG
--February 17, 2001
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