FANTASY AND REALITY
-by: the Yarnspinner-
the_yarnspinner@yahoo.com
A Sekkushiaru Roman
featuring characters from the anime "Sailor Moon"
Rated: H
Usagi had been looking forward to Friday all week. Mamoru had
invited her to a party with some of his university friends. It would be
her first adult party without her parents or her friends looking over her
shoulder. When Friday evening finally came, she filled a backpack with
several changes of clothes, grabbed her school briefcase, and headed for
the door.
"Bye. Mom," she called. "I'm leaving for Rei's. Be back on Monday."
"Good bye, dear. Have a good time," Ikuko replied, fairly certain
that Usagi would actually be with her young man. She sighed as she
watched her daughter leave, knowing that Mamoru was absolutely the best
thing that had ever happened for Usagi.
Usagi walked away in the direction of the Hickawa Temple until she
was out of sight of her house, then changed direction to head for
Mamoru's apartment. She entered the building, and stepped into the
elevator. As soon as the door closed, she took out her transformation
pen. Activating the pen, she felt its power wash over her. While it
matured her figure slightly, making her breasts a little fuller and her
already long legs even more pronounced, it clothed her in a sheer ivory
top, low cut with lacy trim, and a matching, contour-hugging skirt that
reached just to mid-thigh. On her feet were a simple pair of white, high-
heeled shoes. Finding a mirror in her backpack, she examined the rest of
the transformation. The odangos were gone, but the two braids remained,
now being drawn together at the base of the neck into a single braid,
holding the rest of her hair in place in one long, flowing cascade. From
her ears hung very simple, understated crescent moon earrings, similar to
those she wore as Sailor Moon, while at her neck was a larger crescent
moon, actually her brooch in disguise, made of diamonds, and hanging from
a golden neck chain. As she was about to put the mirror away, she noticed
on her left hand a simply exquisite diamond engagement ring.
'Where did that come from?! I didn't ask for it,' she thought.
'Mamo-chan's going to think I'm pressuring him.'
The door opened, and she hurriedly picked up her backpack and
briefcase. Finding the ring would not readily come off, and knowing that
it would not be smart to reverse her transformation there in the hallway,
she decided to put up with it. She set her pack and briefcase down beside
Mamoru's door and pushed the doorbell.
Mamoru opened the door, his eyes going wide at the vision standing
in front of him. "Usako! You look incredible," he said.
She smiled happily, bringing her things inside.
After he closed the door, he looked her over once more. "I'm not
sure I want to go out now," he said. "This does remind me though, I've
heard a few people say they thought I was dating a kid."
"Well, they won't think that tonight," she said, pressing herself
against him and kissing him.
As she stepped back, he ran his hands along her arms. Coming to her
wrists, he noticed the ring on her finger. "Is this some sort of subtle
hint?" he asked.
She blushed, her eyes briefly falling to the floor. "Ah, no. The
transformation pen, ahm, supplied that on its own," she stammered. "I
didn't ask for it, Mamo-chan, but, uh, I can't seem to get it off. I
certainly don't want to pressure you like that. Perhaps I'd better undo
the transformation and try again."
Mamoru thought for a moment, then grinned. "No. Let's leave it. Give
the people at the party something to talk about."
"Really? You're sure?"
"Of course. It won't do any harm," he told her. "Besides, when
you're a little older, I might very well give you a ring quite like that
one, for real."
"Oh, and of course I will accept it gladly," she said, a happy tear
forming in her eye.
They kissed again, long and passionately.
"But remember, this time is fantasy. The real thing won't happen
until we're both older," he said.
She nodded.
He slipped a sport coat on over his turtleneck and gray slacks.
Usagi slipped her arm into his and they walked out the door.
- - - - - - - - - -
As expected, Usagi had made quite an impression at the party when
she entered on Mamoru's arm. Most of the guys had quickly looked her up
and down, imaginations filling in the details that her body-hugging
outfit concealed. Before she could feel seriously embarrassed at such
ogling, she noticed the guys all then looked at Mamoru enviously. Now
beaming at the unspoken compliments, she held him tighter, and looked up
at him adoringly, letting them all know that he belonged to her and she
belonged to him. Several of the women in the room had promptly looked at
Mamoru, but their eyes had almost immediately shifted to her, then looked
away with a scowl. Usagi realized they were noticing her ring. Happily
rubbing it in, she brought her left hand up with a slow, exaggerated
gesture and brushed her hair back slightly. 'That's right, girls. He's
all mine,' she thought with pleasure, no longer the slightest bit upset
with the transformation pen's mistake.
Mamoru began to catch on to Usagi's little act. With a smile, he
drew her into his arms and kissed her. "At this rate, we'll be lucky to
get out of here tonight without announcing a date," he whispered in her
ear.
"I don't mind," she whispered back, playfully.
The band was already playing, so he steered her directly out onto
the dance floor, simply waving at several friends who were trying to get
his attention.
During the course of the evening, he introduced her around. Usagi
found the conversations difficult. She had to be vague about herself, and
couldn't talk with them about university life. A few had asked about
their apparent engagement, but both she and Mamoru had carefully evaded
such questions.
Finally, Mamoru moved her off to a corner of the room.
"Are you getting bored?" he asked.
She looked up and him and shook her head, not wanting to disappoint
him.
"I'm sorry, Usako," he said, seeing right into her. "Maybe we should
call it a night."
"I don't want you to feel you have to leave early," she insisted.
"It's not a problem," he assured her. "I'm not that big into
parties, anyway. Besides, I can think of some much more enjoyable
activities to spend the evening on, just the two of us."
"Oooh, I like the sound of that!" she whispered.
"Then let's excuse ourselves, and head home."
- - - - - - - - - -
They returned to his apartment. As soon as the door closed behind
them and they had kicked off their shoes, Usagi placed her hand over her
disguised brooch, letting the guinzuishou's energy wash through her in
preparation for what was to come. Mamoru held her other hand, and as soon
as the glow began to fade, he drew her into the room. He pulled her into
his arms and kissed her, his tongue reaching deep into her mouth while
his hands swept over her fabulous body.
"Usako," he sighed. "I must say, I really kind of liked letting
those people think you're my fiancee."
"I liked it too, Mamo-chan," she said. "It was fun showing those
other girls that you're spoken for."
He kissed her again, pressing his hips forward against her. "You
seemed to be showing off a bit, yourself."
"Just letting your friends see that you definitely are not dating
some little kid," she replied, pressing her own hips forward. "They all
seemed to agree that you have good taste in women."
"Only where you're concerned," he said. "But you're the only that
counts."
He formed a rose in one hand, and softly stroked it over the bare
flesh of her upper back. She gasped, then molded herself tightly against
his warm body. Her hands slid underneath his jacket, and she soon stepped
back to begin slipping it off of him.
Now free of the jacket, he brushed the rose under her chin, then
moved very slowly down her neck. She trembled at the exquisitely light,
feathery touch. Moving down across her breastbone, he went around her
disguised brooch, only to teasingly brush across the top of her cleavage.
"Mamo-chan," she gasped.
He could now see her nipples, hard and erect, pressing against the
fabric of her top. As he slid the rose farther down between her breasts,
he squeezed one of her nipples through the fabric with his free hand.
Usagi moaned his name, her body already on fire for him. Her
womanhood was hot and wet, with her fluid starting to soak through her
panties, while her nipples were hard and incredibly sensitive. She longed
to be naked, with nothing touching her flesh but him.
He reached up and unfastened her necklace, putting it and the
disguised brooch down on the table. Next, he placed his hands at her
waist and began sliding her top up. As the top came away, he gasped
softly at her breasts. In his view, her breasts were already perfection,
but now subtly enhanced by the transformation pen to show a few more
years of maturity, they were absolutely striking. Fighting back the urge
to simply fall on those two beautiful mounds and begin feasting on them,
he slowly circled one with the rose, gradually moving in toward the
nipple.
As the rose stroked her breast, she grasped his shirt, working it
free from his pants. The soft touch of the rose was sending waves of
pleasure sweeping through her. She seemed to lose connection with her
hands as he approached her nipple, then brushed it repeatedly.
"Oh, Mamo-chan."
Unable to bear it anymore, he pressed his mouth to hers, letting
their tongues dance together passionately. At the same time, his hands
moved to the waistband of her skirt, grasping her panties at the same
time, sliding them down and letting them drop to the floor. Her hands
pushed up on his shirt, and he finally stepped back to let her pull it
away. She quickly grasped his belt, unbuckling it then pulling down his
pants. After he had slipped off his socks, she took his hand and pulled
him towards his bedroom.
Kneeling down in front of him, Usagi pulled down his boxers,
promptly taking his hard, erect member in her hand and caressing it.
"Oh, Usako," he sighed, nearly swept away with pleasure.
She leaned in and licked the full length of his hardness. Just as
she felt his body tremble in response, she could feel her own intense
longing.
"Mamo-chan, I can't wait any longer," she said, her voice thick with
desire.
They pulled down the covers, and she lay down. He moved over her,
kissing her lips, then moving down to kiss her nipples.
"Oh, please!" she gasped.
He again pressed his mouth to hers, while bringing his manhood up to
her soft, wet folds. She embraced him tightly with her arms and legs, and
he could hear a happy sigh from the back of her throat as his tip spread
her nether lips open and he began to move inside. Knowing each other now
so well, her hips thrust up just as he pushed forward, burying his member
fully inside the warm loving embrace of her womanhood in one smooth
motion. As their mouths separated, she cried out in purest joy.
It was the most wonderful experience as two bodies became one, as
their souls were already one. Passion drove them on, pushing them to a
fast pace. Their movements pumped his throbbing manhood up and down
within her, while more of her fluid made its way down to lubricate their
love-making.
With a sharp thrust, he shifted position slightly, increasing the
pressure on her swollen jewel. As her nerves were set on fire with
pleasure, a cry of ecstasy burst from her mouth. So consumed by pleasure
was she as they continued to stroke up and down, that she was only
vaguely aware of his lips coming down over hers once more and his tongue
slipping into her. Her arms and legs tightened their hold on him as she
sought to wrap herself up in his warmth.
Once again, she completely amazed him with the power of her love and
passion. How an orphan like himself should come to know the love of such
an exquisitely beautiful and caring girl was something he would never
fully understand, and for which he would never stop giving thanks.
Their kisses grew shorter but more intense, as did their gasps and
cries of passion. Again and again they thrust together, her muscles
perfectly synchronized with his own. Within her, his penis was throbbing
more forcefully.
As they let passion simply run its course, both could feel the
impending climax. With each thrust, the pull of her inner muscles was
growing harder, just as he seemed to be driving himself deeper into her.
Uncontrollably, they screamed each other's name repeatedly. On the next
motion, her every muscle spasmed sharply, just as his body convulsed and
he began to pour himself up inside her. As she released, and he emptied
himself, they clung together tightly, before letting themselves go limp.
He kissed her softly.
"Usako, I love you so much," he whispered.
A soft, contented sigh was her only response as she dozed beneath
his warm body.
Soon, he very gently slipped himself out of her and pulled the
covers up. Snuggling close to her, he opened his mind, reaching out for
her. After only a few moments, he could sense her vague, disjointed
thoughts as she sank deeper into sleep. 'I love you, my darling Usako,'
he whispered into her thoughts as he too drifted off to sleep.
- - - - - - - - - -
Mamoru awoke first. As he became more alert, he realized their minds
were still connected. Clearing his own mind in an effort not to wake her,
he lay next to this beautiful young woman, simply admiring her. The
feelings of love swelling within him slowly caused her to stir. Her eyes
blinked open and she looked at him, confused to be hearing his thoughts,
but soon realizing what was going on.
They had shared the same dream that night, in which they had been
sitting on a grassy hillside enjoying the sunset and each other. He had
produced a ring very much like that fashioned by the transformation pen,
and asked her to marry him. With tears flowing from her eyes, she had
accepted, afterwhich they had sealed their engagement with passionate
love-making.
Seeing her eyes sparkling with love and joy, he leaned closer and
kissed her lips, softly reminding her that the proposal was only in their
dream. Carefully, he pulled back with his mind, letting their connection
fade back to its more subliminal level.
"That was amazing," she whispered.
"You are amazing," he said, kissing her again.
"I meant sharing thoughts and dreams like that."
"I know," he said. "It showed me something I already knew."
"What's that?" she asked.
"You're as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside."
Now it was her turn to kiss him.
- - - - - - - - - -
Before breakfast, Usagi had retrieved her transformation pen and
returned herself to normal, which had put her hair back into the usual
odangos and pigtails. Her gaze had lingered for a moment on her left
hand, which no longer sported the engagement ring.
"You alright?" he asked, knowing what was on her mind.
"Yeah, I guess so."
He slipped an arm around her shoulder, drawing her naked body to his
own.
"It was the ring, wasn't it? You had the chance... Well, *we* had
the chance to pretend that it was real, that we were older. Now we're
back to reality, and you're missing the dream."
She looked up at him.
He nodded. "I'm missing the dream too, Usako. I wanted it to be
real, us to be older, because after our visits it just tears me up inside
when you have to go home, and I'm left to return to an empty apartment
until whenever the next time might come around."
"Oh, Mamo-chan," she cried, pressing herself to him.
"Don't worry, my Usako," he said softly. "We'll make it. We love
each other too much not to. And when we are older, I will be giving you a
ring, for real."
She looked up at him, her large blue eyes still marred by tears, but
a smile beginning to grace her lips. He leaned down and pressed his lips
to hers.
"Mamo-chan, I love you," she sighed, clinging to him tightly.
"I love you," he answered. "And we still have the whole weekend to
be together."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
NOTE: In reading all those wonderful stories of romantic get-togethers
between Usagi and Mamoru, I've come to wonder what these two must go
through when those each come to an end. They are certainly not like
normal teenagers on a date, but are close enough to almost be husband and
wife already, if not for the age problem. It must be remembered that,
while Usagi's maturity level likely increases while she's with Mamoru,
she is still only a teenager. To make it a little easier, I choose the
accidental engagement ring as my plot device, since we already know Usagi
dreams of marrying Mamoru, and that she would certainly have a hard time
at the end of having played out such a fantasy.
Always remember, good gentles, that a yarnspinner works from and within
existing legends and stories. The characters of "Sailor Moon" belong to
others. In spinning my yarns, I do not seek to infringe on their rights
of ownership, but merely to join with other fans to spread the legend
still further. "The moonlight carries a message of love." Enjoy. (
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