Usagi's Transformation Troubles

Part One
Transformation Trauma

She collided with a hard chest and slammed backwards, her rear hitting the pavement. It almost made it worth it that Mamoru hit the ground almost as hard as her.

"Odango Atama! Why are you always running into me?" He stood up slowly.

"Baka baka baka! That is NOT my name. Usagi. USAGI! I'll even sound it out for you. OOOHH SAHH GEEEE! And you think I'm the stupid one!" She looked up at him, and moved so that she was on her knees. She grabbed the test paper and crumpled it into a ball, hiding it from his sight.

"You are. You can't even pass a test with more than..." he snatched the crumpled wad out of her hand, holding tight to her wrist when she wouldn't let it go. "Twenty Percent. I think you've hit a new low." He liked the image of her on her knees.

"Why don't you get a life and stop picking on innocent girls! I might not pass all my tests, but at least I have a life!" She stood, her fists clenched.

"You are such a brat!" Mamoru was getting really irritated with the girl now. "He growled at her. "I should put you over my knee and spank you!" The image stirred him so he pushed it away.

"HENTAI!" She screamed. She was sick of his teasing! Sick of it. And he always started it! So what if she was a klutz. So what if she had bad grades. So what if she was loud. At least she was happy... well, most of the time. "You'll never touch me!"

He grabbed her arm. "I just did Odango!"

"BAKA!" She snatched her test back, leaving one corner in his hand as it tore, snatched up her bag, and walked away. Why does he always have to pick on me!? "You are such a... a... kusojijii (AN: Means old fart/unpleasant old man).

Mamoru wasn't finished. Not by a long shot. "ODANGO!" he shouted and took off running after her. Unfortunately she was much too fast for him. He saw her disappear around a corner, but by the time he got there she was nowhere to be seen. "I'll teach her. Next time I see her, she'll pay."

Usagi was already two blocks away as he made the vow, but she didn't have time to dwell on it. She had just gotten home and thrown her bag on her bed with a frustrated scream when her mother called her downstairs. Ikuko held out her hand expectantly and Usagi handed her the test. She cringed as her mother ordered her out of the house. No dinner.

Her mother told her to go to the library and study and not to bother coming home until closing time. As that was more than four hours away Usagi groaned and wailed and begged, but it did no good. In fact it seemed to make her mother even more angry. "You will spend every evening at the library until your grades get better young lady. You want to eat, you bring me a passing grade!

"This would never happen to Sailor V! She thought miserably. She kicked at a stone as she walked toward the library. She had a cat who talked constantly of fighting Youma and finding a princess, a mean angry jerk who took all his frustrations out on her, and now a mother who wouldn't let her eat dinner again until she got a passing grade! Another kicked stone. Life wasn't fair.

She never knew what was going to happen next. And except for Tuxedo Kamen, it seemed like no one in her life cared about her. She turned away and headed for the park. She was NOT going to spend her whole evening in the library. She kicked at rocks along the path, narrowly avoiding hitting one still very pissed off Chiba Mamoru. She was so miserable she didn't even notice him. He noticed her, but didn't move. He needed more time to plot his revenge.

She ended up walking into the woods to go see what was going on with the ducks on the other side of the pond. She liked the smell of the woods, the feel of being surrounded by trees. it reminded her of a dream. She had been behind a tree staring at a young man with thick black hair in training with some of his men.

She heard a cackling sound and immediately remembered the last Youma she had fought. Her hand went to her broach and she began the transformation. She really hated that she stayed naked for several seconds. The ribbons burst outward... but she'd forgotten to account for the trees. The ribbons hit and snapped back at her wildly, wrapping around her in such a way that she felt like she was being mummified. She was mostly covered from her mouth down... unable to move or speak.

The transformation energy didn't dissipate. She couldn't break free, and she suddenly felt very... pleasant, but unwelcome sensations. Everywhere the ribbons touched that was remotely erotic, the tingled at her, slipping and sliding against her. Her lips, the base of her throat, her nipples, the undersides of her knees, and between her legs. The ribbons seemed alive against her, and somehow she was held in midair, pieces of ribbon trapped in the trees, holding her six inches off the ground. Her arms were wrapped around her, and she had no way to cut the bonds.

She slumped into the ribbons after several minutes, and waited. Maybe Luna would find her. If there was a Youma attack maybe Tuxedo Kamen would come and save her.

Unfortunately, right at that moment, a very stunned Tuxedo Kamen, or to be more precise, Chiba Mamoru, was busy staring at her from the shadows of a tree. He had been the one to cackle, trying to frighten her with the sound of the last Youma he had fought alongside Sailor Moon. He'd figured, and quite right, that the sound would upset her. But this he had never expected. It took several minutes for him to think clearly again.

He stared at the girl. He was going to use this. After all, miracles like this didn't happen every day. And since she had no clue he was Tuxedo Kamen he would still be able to protect her when she fought, even if when this was over, she hated Mamoru. He pulled a sharpened rose from thin air, and carefully cut the flower head away. He would release her... eventually.

She was squirming! He noticed it more and more as he got closer. And less in the "I need to get down from here," kind of way and more like the "I'm really hot and bothered but I can't get off kind of way." She was moaning, and god it turned him on. This could be even more fun if he played his cards right. Oh he was going to enjoy this.

He walked closer, tucking the piece of rose into his subspace pocket for now. No way was he going to put her out of her misery now. "Well hello Usagi." he said in his most intimidatingly sexy voice. "Or should I say Sailor Moon." He watched her eyes widen in shock and fear. "Oh yes, now I know your little secret."

He reached out touching the ribbon over her thighs. It was tingling and warm to the touch. And the way it was wrapped between her legs made it obvious why she was moaning and wiggling. He saw her hardened nipples as the ribbon danced over them, occasionally uncovering just the barest hint of them. "Did you know you stay naked for about five seconds when you transform? Its quite... alluring."

She screamed at him, but no words could pass her tightly bound mouth. She fought and struggled in her bonds, but could not escape. "Now, what was it you called me? Kusojijii? Do you want to say that again? Come Usagi, call me names... No? Perhaps you've learned your lesson?"

She glared murder at him, and tried to speak. But his attention had shifted to the ribbons playing over her body. Every time he touched them the whole mass moved and wriggled, especially the one that was currently between her legs. If the moisture on the ribbons said anything it was that she was ready for more than they could give. He reached up as though to pull the bands away from her mouth. He saw a flash of hope and changed course. She wasn't done being punished.

He reached for the ribbons covering her breasts and slid them down to her waist. The shfting writhing mass of them played around her arms, which were trapped against her waist. Her firm, ample, gorgeous breasts were bared to him. "Is that better Odango Atama?" He whispered. He touched one thumb just below each nipple and dragged them up over the peaks. She moaned. He pinched them hard.

Again she attempted to scream through the ribbons. "Oh, should I uncover more? Alright..." He grabbed at one or two pieces at a time, and carefully exposed most of her slippery, shiny, wet pussy to him, careful to leave the one bunched between her lips and over her clit. "Is that better Odango? Hmm?" His voice had deepened to a husky growl he knew women found sexy.

She was thrashing and crying out, but it was a muffled sound, and he wasn't looking at her face anymore. His eyes were drawn to the fushia ribbon slipping back and forth over her clit and slit, drawing moisture out of her. Her legs, now partially exposed, were silky smooth to the touch as he ran his fingers along her thigh. His cock throbbed almost painfully. He cupped one hand over her sex and she ground into him, seeking relief.

"Not yet little one." He chuckled.

Each foot was somehow tied to a tree, though at first her legs had been tightly bound together. Now she could shift them several inches apart. He slowly bean unwinding the ribbon from her legs, while leaving her tied. She shifted again, and dropped an inch closer to the ground with a startled shriek. Now her legs seemed to be spreading open a little more. He walked around to her rear, and smiled.

He dragged the ribbons up off her rear so they settled into the curve of her back. "You know..." he drawled. "I seem to recall needing to give you a spanking." He rubbed a hand across her smooth backside. Her skin was so damn soft. Gently he ran his finger in circles over each cheek, then finally pulled away. Once she had relaxed back into the bonds he gave her a harsh slap on her left cheek, then her right. He rubbed his hands over the now pink cheeks, soothing them.

Moving back around her again, he unwound her legs a bit more, and they slowly spread further apart. He was glad he hadn't needed to use the rose stem yet. He was afraid it would end the heated tingling that was driving her insane. She was so tiny, that even though she was several inches off the ground, he had to lean down to take one pink nipple into his mouth. His hand found the other, and for several minutes he enjoyed teasing her, changing from breast to breast.

He kept his motions constantly changing so she had no idea what to expect, and looked up at her. Her eyes were wet, tears pouring down her cheeks. He pulled the ribbons off her mouth, ready to be called names. He felt guilty. Maybe he had taken this a bit too far.

"Please. I need... please... I can't... Something. I need something... please." Her head thrashed and her body writhed against the ribbon torturing her. Smiling now, he moved the ribbon a fraction and slipped a finger into her tight little channel. She moaned in relief and ground herself down on the digit. But soon it wasn't enough. Her body was shifting, her legs spreading and her entire body seemed to be shifting horizontally. He pressed a second finger into her and she moaned again.

"What do you want, little Odango?"

"I don't know!" she whined. "I need, inside, bigger."

"Do you want my cock little one?" She nodded her head in relief.

"Maybe. Yes. Please." She was giving little mewling cries. He pressed his thumb down over the ribbon on her clit.

"I can get you off like this Usako." He grinned as she gasped as the nickname. "Little Bunny." If I fuck you right now, you'll never be a virgin again. Do you understand?"

She nodded, but looked unsure. "I can make you cum with my fingers and my thumb, right now. That way you stay a virgin. Or I can push my cock in you, push it deep inside you, tearing your hymen. You can't get that back little one. And if I take it right now, then I'm keeping you. You'll be my girlfriend, and I will take you over and over again for the rest of your life." He waited for her answer.

"I want... Mamo-chan." She said finally.

With a sigh of relief he tore his pant and underwear down, exposing his throbbing cock. He removed the ribbon blocking her sweet little pussy, and slowly slipped inside her. Once the bulbous head was past her lips he pushed gently until he reached the barrier. He put his thumb against her clit again and rubbed hard, back and forth over it until she exploded, and then he took her. He slammed through the barrier as he scream of pleasure was fading, and she didn't even notice the pain, she was so far gone. So tight. So hot. So wet. He was in heaven. He held carefully still so he wouldn't blow before he had a chance to show her more.

He settled, deep inside, and waited for her to return to earth. "Are you ready for me, little one?" He asked. He reached up and fondled her nipples, making her hips buck, and driving her down onto him. She was so beautiful.

"Yes. I need you!"

"Usako..." He breathed. He pulled nearly out of her before sliding home again, settling into a rhythm that built them both back up. His pace quickened at her mewling pleas for release, and he began slamming into her, forcing his cock as deep as it would go. He took her hips in his hands and used them as leverage to get even deeper. He wished he could stay that way forever. Again and again he took her, with a power that shocked and surprised him. It felt like the world around them was glowing, and he seemed to hear music.

He could feel her need for him like a tangible thing. It was more intense than when he was transformed into Tuxedo Mask. She wanted him to change his pace, so he did, slowing down and then speeding up, changing the angle and depth. And then she was ready. She wanted him to fill her hard, take her over completely. And he did.

He pulled nearly out of her before slamming deep. Again. Again. It shook both their bodies. His cock was hurting by the time she began to clench around him again. He lost control in the midst of her orgasm. He held her hips in a bruising, punishing grip and slammed deep over and over until he lost himself, spraying spurt after spurt of hot sticky semen into her.

He nearly collapsed. He pulled a rose and transformed, still inside her, and pulled his cloak off his shoulders. He pulled out of her and moved to one side, laying the cloak on the ground. He went back and took hold of her. As soon as she was in his arms the ribbons snapped into place and her fuku was perfect in front of him. He laid her on the cloak, and took the sharpened stem from before, cutting away the crotch of her garment.

He settled on top of her, pushing his already hardened cock deep into her depths, and he slowly and gently made love to her, kissing her sweet little mouth, suckling her nipples through the fuku, and moving in a shortened stroke. He wasn't nearly done with her yet. Her little gasps and moans drove him to heights of pleasure he never would have believed possible.

Knowing what to expect made the whole experience sweeter. He could now recognize the tightening clench of her, and as the lights burst around them they came together on his cloak under the trees, and he spilled his seed into his past, current, and future soul mate.

The bond strings wrapped them in a nimbus of light, circling around and around and sinking into them. They were mated for life now. The light faded and sunk back into them, mingled now, so that her silver energy flooded him and his golden energy flooded her. He pulled her close, murmuring in her ear that he loved her and would never let her go.

Part Two
The Chrysalis

AN: Based on the Anime - Sailor Moon R - During Break-up - And to be honest I hated this breakup so much I wanted to stop watching the show when it first came out. Just ONE of the many reasons I like the Manga/Crystal version better.

Usagi couldn't take another minute of the pain. Sinking down to the ground inside the phone box she wept, unable to move, or take a deep breath. Wrenching sobs tore out of her, and she fell into despair. Mamo-chan... it was a whisper of a thought. She clenched her fists in her shirt, hoping she could hold herself together for one more minute, one more second, one more heartbeat. But there was nothing holding her from the chasm. Nothing stopping the pain, the heartache, the loss, the devastation.

Shredded and bleeding inside, she stayed in that phone box. People passed by, several stopping to stare at the change in the girl. One man, standing in the door of the arcade across the street, lifted his hand, as if he could reach out and heal her heart, but eventually clenched his fist and turned away. He wasn't who she needed right now. But he knew the person she needed had turned away. He couldn't understand why. The two were perfect for each other. Mamoru brought her steadiness and comfort and protection and a deep abiding love. And Usagi brought him openness and joy and hopefulness and a love without boundaries or borders. "This is wrong." He growled.

Four girls appeared, and after several attempts to get a response from Usagi, with no response, Makoto tried to pick her up. A scream stopped her, and the girl folded back in on herself. The four girls, unsure what to do, backed into the wall behind them and stood guard over her. Hours passed, and no one dared disturb the girl. Not when the light faded, or the rain poured down. Not when her soul dimmed, or the hope faded. He wasn't coming after her. He would never come back. She was alone.

The man turned to look at her several times. He wanted to do something, but he didn't know what. So, he picked up the phone. When Mamoru didn't answer he growled into the receiver and waited for the machine. "Mamoru... I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you, but if I have to sit here and watch Usagi die in front of my eyes I swear to God I'm going to kill you. She hasn't moved from the stupid phone box in front of the arcade, hasn't so much as shifted position. She wouldn't let the girls help her. She doesn't even hear the thunder. I don't know what the hell you said, but you are murdering her, and I hate you for it."

Mamoru was already gone. He'd heard enough. His head swam with doubts and insecurities. Wouldn't this just make it worse? But she needed him. But he still had to break up with her to save her... Nothing made sense anymore. He loved her more than anything or anyone else on the planet. He'd died for her. She'd died for him. Why wasn't that enough? Why was this happening? It was too much. The dreams, the voice, the pain.

He reached her then, cutting off his thoughts, and then with one look his heart crumpled into dust. He had done this to her. With his words, with his harsh, cruel words. He reached inside for her, and she didn't reach back. She wasn't there, not in her mind anymore. She wasn't his happy Usako anymore. He had broken her heart, destroyed everything in her he loved. He picked her up, but she didn't uncurl from the tight ball she had made of herself.

He looked up as he stood, with her in his arms, and met Motoki's eyes. His friend turned away in disgust. No one could possibly understand. He was trying to SAVE HER! But more and more glares met his eyes, until he couldn't look up anymore. People who knew them looked spitefully at him. He shifted her in his arms and turned. Ami, Rei, Makoto, and Minako, who hadn't been able to rouse her even when the rain started, though they'd tried, were leaning against the wall. They had stood guard over her when he had not. It was Rei who finally broke the silence.

"Mamoru... if you aren't going to come back to her, aren't going to be here forever, then you need to go away. No more Tuxedo Kamen, no more rescues, no more seeing Chibi-Usa... Nothing. You've destroyed the princess. Something even Metallia couldn't do. She wouldn't let you give up, wouldn't let you die. She brought you back from being evil... and this is what you give her in return? You disgust me." She turned and walked away, the others following closely behind her.

Mamoru turned towards Usagi's house. While his apartment was closer, it wouldn't be fair to let her believe anything could change. It wasn't like he had a choice! He would rather she be breathing and sad than dead. She'd get over him eventually right? He looked down at the only woman he could ever love and wondered. He tried to harden his heart against her, but he couldn't. Her quiet tears, her rigid, tight body, and her hopelessness were tearing him apart.

His footsteps slowed. He could never take back his words, they were a part of them now. But he loved her so much. He didn't know how to fix this. She was so precious and vivacious and full of life. She was his only family, and he was letting her go. Why didn't anyone see how hard this was for him? That he was saving her. No one cared. No one loved him but her. And he had basically just wiped his feet on her with his words. He couldn't DO this!

Flashes of the dream hit him until he stumbled in pain, nearly dropping her. She didn't even notice. She was like a doll. No life left in her. What had he done!? He had created this void. This non-Usagi. How many times and in how many ways had he hurt her? How would he hurt her in the future? Maybe it would be better for her if he moved away. But no... he couldn't protect her if he was far away. He had to know she was safe to keep breathing.

He took a step, and then another. One step, one breath at a time. That was the way. If only he knew another way to save her. He needed help, damn it! Someone had to help him! He reached the park before the weight of her pain tore him down so much he hit his knees. This was just too much. This wasn't Usako! This wasn't even Usagi anymore. It was nothing but a shell. Sobbing, he pulled her arms away from her middle and wrapped them around his neck. He buried his face in her shoulder and held tight. He had to fix this. The pain was killing them both.

HELP ME! The cry went out into the night and was answered.

Neither felt the crystal open itself into the ribbons of transformation. Neither knew when those ribbons wrapped them up together. Neither was aware of the bright glow of the hardening outer shell, or the symphony of dancing fuchsia against their skin as their clothing melted away and they were cocooned in sleep. The Crystal transported them in a blinding flash. It was a moment of hope and joy, and neither knew. His crystal sang to hers in need. The threads of destiny surrounding them and sinking into their skin like a summer rain sinks into the dry dusty earth.

They would know neither hunger nor thirst, pain or urge to do anything but be with each other or sleep while they were in this chrysalis. The sweeping music of whispered touches, the hope of a future, the need for one another, their passion would be allowed to thrive, and their bondage wouldn't end until the damage was repaired. The crystal had no mind the way others had a mind. It was a simple creation, and all it knew was the needs of its holder, and the one the holder loved.

Mamoru woke in a dim rosy glow. He could not feel at first, his body nearly numb with prolonged stillness. He was rested. No nightmares had come during his sleep. He had no idea how long he had been asleep, but it felt wonderful to have his mind working on full cylinders again. He was lying on his side, naked, and enveloped in warmth. Usagi was lying next to him. It took a bit to process that she too was naked. She was still sleeping, and he could see her beautiful chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath.

He couldn't help the instinct to reach out and brush her hair away from her face. It was down, her customary buns gone, and her face no longer showed the ravages of tears. He was happy, peaceful, grateful to be with her. In this moment, while she slept, he could love the look of her, the thought of the future he had once hoped to have with her. The joy of days past, walking, her hanging on his arm, in the park. He would pretend to be annoyed and she would get that sweet, funny look on her face. The one that said she knew, but she could play along.

Oh, she was beautiful like this. The dim pink light flushed her skin, so that it looked like she was blushing. It was his favorite look on her. He leaned closer and kissed her mouth gently. He wished this moment would last an eternity. He hated for her to wake and be sad again. But slowly, oh so slowly, she came awake beneath his lips, and he felt more joy and hope than he ever could have imagined.

She returned his kiss, and he felt himself moving, lifting into the air over her as the ribbons of her transformation took him and placed him gently down over her, pressing them tightly together until their bodies met, their mouths firm against one another. And she opened herself and let him in. He licked her bottom lip in anticipation before delving into her soft mouth. Their tongues met, danced, dueled, flowing over each other.

His heart beat hard in his chest as his need for her rose between them, pressing hard into her thigh. He could feel her moist heat near the tip. The ribbons lifted him and pressed until he was at her entrance. and they were pushed together, slowly, so slowly, until there was no space between her tight heat and his hips.

The passion took him over until he was slamming into her, holding her tight, his tongue deep in her mouth, his hardened member deep in her channel, nestled against her womb, and he thrust into and out of her, no longer in control as her body met him in a dance they had long ago perfected. The glowing strands teased their bodies into a heat that could not be matched.

They twined around his balls, squeezing like her delicate hand, they rubbed across her nipples the way his thumbs often teased her rigid peaks in the moments leading to passion. Snaking between their bodies, the ribbons teased at her clit and the base of his cock, building the heat into waves like undulating grass in a warm breeze.

He heard her first sigh, knew she would be moaning soon. His hips moved in and out of their own accord, and the pleasure of her tight wet walls against the head of his penis was the most incredible feeling in the world. He could never get enough of her, never fill her enough, never be taken inside her enough. They were built for this. Made to match so perfectly.

They danced together, meeting each other in sighs and moans and touches that stimulated. Her hands came up and went into his hair, fisting as the first wave of pleasure took her. And still he was not done. He couldn't let it end. This might be the last time he felt her clenching heat around him. Might be the last time she sighed into his mouth. Might be the last time he spilled his seed inside her.

No, he was not ready for this to end. He never wanted to let her go. He lifted himself onto his knees, the ribbons holding him steady and still, wrapping around her thighs and lifting her so that she rested on his, and where their bodies met there was white hot heat.

He pushed aside the ribbon teasing her clit. This was for him, and he loved knowing how and where to touch her. He pressed his thumb against her, gently at first and then building the pressure until he was nearly hurting her with it. It was exactly what she needed, and she came, screaming "MAMO-CHAN" into the tiny space. He followed her, filled her, pressing deep and spilling his seed, thankful not to be wearing a condom as he felt it gushing out and into her. It was erotic and stimulating to know part of himself was deep inside where it couldn't be washed away.

He fell, collapsing onto her as the ribbons released him. He stayed locked tight inside her body, like two puzzle pieces. He would stay there forever if he could.

"I lied." It was all he had to say. Her eyes opened, lit with hope he hated to crush. "We can't be together, but I will never stop loving you."

A sniffle. "If you love me, then why can't we be together? I don't understand Mamo-chan," Her name for him nearly broke him.

She pushed at his shoulders and he reluctantly withdrew and moved to her side. Neither noticed the walls sink in an inch, closing them tighter together. He stared into her cerulean eyes, which only a moment ago had looked so happy, and were now brimming with tears.

His heart split apart, and his voice shook and cracked when he finally spoke again. "Because you'll die."

"And you want me to be miserable until that moment?" She snapped. "I'm dying without you Mamoru. A little bit each time I see you and know you'll never be mine again." She sighed. "It would be easier if I could die!"

"Don't say that!" He was yelling now. He was hurt and bitter and angry too, because he couldn't have her anymore. "How dare you say that!" Ribbons covered his mouth. Apparently she was allowed to say these hurtful things and he wasn't allowed to stop her.

"Don't you remember a damn thing about our past life Chiba Mamoru?" She sighed and bitter tears slipped down her cheeks. "I didn't know how to live without you. And I don't want to try now."

Ribbons covered her mouth too, and more slid their bodies back together, pressing him into her once more. They brought his hands to her breasts and pressed their faces together as though their bodies could erase the harsh words between them. Her sighs met his groans. And in the passion of his kisses she opened to him again, he moved from her mouth to her neck and lower so that he was taking each nipple into his mouth in turn, biting, licking, nipping, supping from her as though she were the only meal he would ever have again. Their bodies pressed slowly, a gentle, steady in and out that built the heat into waves of pleasure that crescendo around them again and again, taking their breath away.

Her hands scrabbled at his shoulders as he increased the pressure and the pace until he was slamming deep praying that when he spilled his seed it would take root and grow. If he was to be forced to leave her, he wanted to give her that little bit of himself. He bit down on her nipple, and she screamed her orgasm as he lost himself inside her with spray after spray of his come.

The cocoon hummed a crooning melody and two fell asleep, still locked together, as it closed tighter around them.

Usagi woke up first this time. She stared at Mamoru, watching his face as he slept deep and peacefully. She loved him so much, and the pain of having him say he didn't love her anymore had torn her apart until she didn't think she could take another breath. She wondered again where they were, and why no one had come looking for them yet. She had no idea how long they had been here, but it seemed to be built out of the ribbons that created her fuku. Having felt that form of pleasure before, she was willing to accept the crystal wanted something from them.

She wasn't thirsty or hungry. She hadn't had to use the restroom. They had slept, but she wasn't struggling for air or going crazy. She felt... cozy and content. If she had been alone it might have been different. She wondered if caterpillars stayed awake as their chrysalis turned them into butterflies. What was this chrysalis changing them into? They had already completed the mating bond on that long ago afternoon when he told her she would be his forever.

She didn't even notice the tears spilling down her cheeks as she contemplated a life spent without him. It was too much to bear. She'd shut down her mental link with him in desperation, unsure how to accept his indifference.

"I'm so sorry Usako!" he moaned as he looked at her tear-streaked face. "I just cant let you die!" He held tight to her, pressing his face into her shoulder.

"Then you change it. Whatever it is that happens, don't you think it will happen whether we are together or not? That's how it was in my dream. It was the end of everything for me, but I didn't push you away or tell you I didn't love you.

He kissed her, hard. "I just cant let you die," he repeated.

"Then stay with me. If you don't then how will I know what to be on guard against? I can't believe you did all of this over some stupid dream! Have you even Considered it might have been sent by the Black Moon Clan? We've had dreams that messed with us before Mamoru. Did you bother talking to me about it? Working together to change it? No. You told me... you said you didn't..." She couldn't finish.

"I'll never say it again!" He cried, and kissed her again, gentler this time until it built into a searing passion that consumed them. He moved to her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin, kissing along her collarbones, licking the hollow of her throat. Slowly he made his way to her breasts and worshiped them with teeth and tongue. He needed her like this, writhing under him in passion. He didn't WANT to let her go.

"I'm going to go crazy if I can't taste you." Usagi didn't speak, and Mamoru kissed his way down her body until he reached her tiny erect clit. Her whole body jumped when he sucked her clit into his mouth. He pressed fingers into her slit, satisfied that she was moist and ready for him. He licked along her wet slit, pulling the lips apart so he could suck her moisture into his mouth, and moved back to her clit, biting down hard until she came for him. It was only moments before he lifted his head, but by then she was weak, shaky and exhausted, and completely spent. More, she thought, I need more.

She wanted him inside her, slamming into her depths, taking her roughly, holding her down as if he couldn't live without her. And he was there in an instant. He worked his way back up her body, and then he sat on his heels, and lifted her bottom so he could push in at just the right angle.

He pressed into her, a little at a time, and she moaned. When he pushed again, and finally bottomed out inside her, she called out his name. Her legs spread wider, and her hips lifted. He pulled out and pushed in again. Another moan, and another thrust of the hips. He picked up the pace, pulling out and thrusting. He tried to be gentle, but she was thrusting back at him, moaning and calling his name.

He couldn't help himself. Something took over his mind, and without realizing it he was slamming into her so hard it was hurting him. And yet he couldn't stop. He grunted each time he hit her cervix, and she let out a little moan, or cried out his name. The thrusts became more and more wild and reckless, until he felt her pussy contracting around his cock, and let out several jets of his seed into her tight little channel before collapsing on her.

He wasn't done with her though. Even as her walls clenched around him he began to harden again, and his little movements in pleasure built him back to raging need. he took her soft and slow, hard and deep, fast and brutal. She called out his name as he rammed hard against her cervix, imagining the stubborn flesh opening around him so he could deposit his sperm directly into her womb. At the thought he spilled into her again with a shout of triumph. His last thought as sleep took him was of her, swollen with his child.

They woke together this time, and both could tell their prison had decreased in size. Even Usagi couldn't stretch her arms out. The ribbons moved them again, so that she was laying over him now.

"I don't want you to leave me Mamo-chan." She sighed against his neck.

"I don't want to leave," he murmured. "But I don't think I have a choice."

"There's always a choice," she muttered, "leaving me wont prevent my-" He kissed her, mostly to shut her up. He couldn't bear to hear what she was about to say. And what if she was right. His kissed turned more and more passionate until he was so aroused he knew he might hurt her with his need. Mamoru took her again and again. The swelling of repeated lovemaking made it more intense for Mamoru. She was hotter and even tighter than before. He couldn't stop spearing into her, even though he was aware how sore she was.

She smiled up at him when he kissed her. He nipped at her lip and worked his way down her body, kissing her everywhere. He took her clit between his teeth, and bit down, a little harder than normal. Her whole body jerked, and she orgasmed instantly. Proud of his work he continued to torment her with his teeth and tongue, licking up every drop. The ribbons lifted him, moved him so that he was poised to plunge into her tight heat.

He spread her legs further, moving between them, and speared into her, hard. She moaned, and with each thrust, uttered a soft, "uhn." He thrust harder, and her cries grew louder. The ribbons wrapped around his balls, tightening them, pulled at his cock until he was nearly insane with lust. They teaser her clit and rubbed over her nipples sending tingling warmth into them. He focused his attention on her cervix.. He wanted his seed deep in her belly. He wanted to make sure she never wanted another, that she would be his, only his, forever. He spilled deep inside her, and they slept.

He woke and instantly noticed the change in the chrysalis. It had shrunk several more inches. He looked down at Usagi. She was completely out, and he wanted her. He settled himself between her thighs. He was slow and careful as he worked his way inside her. He felt her cervix against the tip of his dick. He focused on the cervix, wishing he could open her with his cock. She seemed wetter than normal, and tighter. There was a different feel to her. He groaned, realizing she must be ovulating. In seconds he released a load, thrusting slightly harder.

Usagi moaned in her sleep, and it turned him on even more. Something about taking her without permission made him wild. Forcing a baby into her… The thought alone drew another long orgasm. Several spurts later, he finally fell asleep, still inside, with his mouth over one of her nipples.

When Usagi woke to find him inside her, she felt the dribbles of cum that had run down and out of her. Part of her was irritated, and part a little excited. She wondered if she was insane, liking that he had taken her without permission. She thought he might have been dreaming when he did it, but it was still erotic as hell. She squeezed her muscles around him, and he bit down on her nipple and thrust deeper. Again, and again she clenched down, and each time he thrust into her deeply. He began to wake up, and thrust hard and deep, releasing a load instantly.

Usagi sighed when he pulled her breasts together and licked her nipples. Little shivers raced through her belly and she tightened around his still-throbbing cock.

"Take me," she whispered. "Take me hard."

For the next hour Mamoru continued to brutally fuck her, until his hips started giving out. He released load after load. He pulled out and collapsed beside her, pulling her to him. She rested her head on his chest and they both fell asleep again.

She woke again, and wanted to take him. She could barely move around now but she slid down his body, kneeling between his legs. She trailed her fingernails over his balls, and felt them tighten. She traced the base of his cock with a fingertip, watching it rise in his slumber. She gently ran her hand over the length of him, growing under her ministrations. She placed her hand on his belly, moving down until she reached the base of his cock, and turning her palm so that she gently slid up the pole and over the tip. His whole body shuddered in response.

She bent and took him into her mouth, wrapping her fingers around his lower shaft while she suckled the upper portion. She used her tongue, licking circles around the sensitive head until his hips were undulating. Rising, she moved over him until her heat nestled around the bulbous head, and she lowered herself onto him slowly. Once he was buried fully, she felt the ribbons wrapping around her again, lifting and lowering her, playing with her nipples and clit, and she rode him gently until she came.

He woke and began thrusting up into her roughly, his hands on her hips, forcing her down onto his cock until each thrust sent a shockwave into her belly. He grunted in satisfaction each time he hit home. "So fucking tight," he muttered. "I could fuck you all day every day and never get enough." He thrust harder, faster. "I'm going to fill you with so much come!" And he unloaded another rush of hot seed in her.

They panted, coming down off the rush of adrenaline and need. "I don't think I can do it." He groaned, and covered his eyes, muttering under his breath.

"Do what?" Usagi refused to get her hopes up again.

"I can't... I can't let you go." He shuddered under her, and turned both of them so that she was beneath him. "All I want is you. You're all I have in the world, and I just don't want to let you go!" To her surprise he let out a small sob and buried his face in her neck.

"Then don't." she stared up at the chrysalis, which was shrinking around them, visibly diminishing the space. "Stay with me, and we'll fight it together."

He didn't answer with words, but slipped back inside her. "I'm going to give you a baby today," he promised. She shuddered.

"Mamoru, no. I'm not even sixteen!"

"Yes! I'm not stopping until you're carrying my child." He thrust hard into her. "You're mine!" He thrust again. "I can't let you go." And he became wild inside her, the ribbons pressing them closer and closer, enfolding them, and the chrysalis shrunk down so that the only space left was several inches for him to push in and out of her, and for their heads to move slightly as he kissed her. Their feet and lower legs, around their chests and arms, everything else was closed off so that he couldn't pull fully out of her body. And he was more grateful than he could ever have believed.

"Tell me you want my baby Usako."

"I do but..." She groaned as one of the ribbons seemed to send sparks into her clit. "I'm too..." Another shockwave and her walls clenched tightly around him, milking his cock as he released strings of semen into her. "Young." She finished.

"You're ovulating Usako. And it looks like we aren't going anywhere." His cock hardened again within seconds. Being a superhero sure had its high points. He was thrusting again and again, this time more slowly, torturing her and not letting her reach orgasm. The ribbons seemed to understand as they slowed too, teasing her clit and her nipples, but never letting her come.

"Mamo-chan... please."

"Yes. Beg me Usako. I like it." His voice was scratchy with desire. "Tell me what you need."

"I need you." she said simply.

"What do you need me to do Usako?" He increased his pace, then slowed it, gave hard thrusts, then gentle, never letting her get used it. He teased and tortured, and kissed and licked her mouth, then sucked her tongue deep into his mouth, making her moan and squirm. She always had liked that move.

"Tell me what you need." He cajoled, thrusting a little faster.

"I need to..." she groaned, "I need to come." She panted, trying to lift her hips to push him closer, but the ribbons held him down.

"Tell me you want my baby." He growled in her ear.

"I do but..."

"No buts." He shoved hard twice, then pulled nearly out of her and stopped moving. "Tell me."

"I do!" She couldn't move, and the ache of it was killing her. "Please fuck me Mamo-chan. Please."

"Say the words."

"I want your baby!" She screamed it in frustration, and then let out several more screams as all at once his cock slammed home and the ribbons sent shockwaves into her clit and nipples. Her walls clenched again and again around him and he spilled inside.

"You were right Usako," he said a few minutes later, still buried deep, "I shouldn't have broken up with you. I should have just talked to you about the nightmares and we could have worked out a plan. But I've thought of one."

She looked up at him, hope stirring in spite of herself. "What's the plan then?"

"We change the wedding. I'll get your father's permission, and marry you next week in a different kind of ceremony, something small, and then you wont be there for something bad to happen on the original wedding day."

Usagi laughed in spite of herself. "There are several holes in your plan," she admitted. "My father won't allow it, for one."

"Your mother will." he nodded to himself. "Next." He thrust into her.

"The law is pretty clear about people under sixteen not getting married." She said, feeling a little triumphant for having thought of it, even though she desperately wanted to marry him.

"Exceptions are made when a girl is pregnant. And you most definitely will be pregnant." He laughed. "Because I wont stop until you're mine Usako. Next." He grinned at her. His hips were moving faster now.

"You forgot to ask me." She grinned mischievously, then moaned as he gave her a particularly hard pounding.

"Will you marry me Tsukino Usagi?" He pressed deep and hard into her.

"Yes, but I doubt it will be next week. There wouldn't even be a positive pregnancy test by then." She groaned as he let go of his control battering her insides with his stiff member. "Ughn... ughn..." she let out a grunt each time his cock slammed home. And screamed as they came together.

"Then I'll marry you the day we get a positive test," he finally said when their breathing had slowed. "But until that day," he warned in a firm tone. "I will take you again and again. In my bed, in yours, in the back room in the arcade... In the park... In your fuka, or your pajamas, or your little school uniform..." he groaned, hardening at just the thought of fucking her with her uniform on, maybe her underwear in his pocket, not allowed to wear them... he was becoming more and more aroused. He took her again. He couldn't help it.

He wondered, now that they were back together, why the chrysalis hadn't released them. "I love you Usako." He murmured, falling asleep inside her.

"I love you Mamo-chan."

The Silver Crystal didn't think on normal human levels. It knew, more instinctively than in actuality, that the one who carried it and her mate were happy again, but it didn't release them until the heart wish was complete. The mate wanted a child. The Crystal needed a keeper for the next generation Crystal it was forming with the Golden Crystal. Four more days passed inside the chrysalis. They were enjoyable days, but near the end both were becoming frustrated and worried in spite of the ribbons egging them into various pleasures. On their ninth day (though they didn't realize so much time had passed) inside the chrysalis, the Crystal knew it's work was complete.

When Mamoru woke the next morning, he was in his own bed, still nestled inside his fiancé. The sunlight pouring in through the windows. He could hear traffic on the street below. He smiled, loving the look of the sunlight glinting in her hair. Her buns were back somehow, and they were both clothed, though she wasn't wearing any underwear, and his pants and boxers were down just enough so that he was free to fill her. He looked at the clock. It was nearly nine. He smiled, not worried in the slightest about the time.

He woke her with gentle thrusts and hot kisses. She moaned and stretched her limbs, then folded her legs around his hips and pulled him closer. He would happily wake this way every day if she let him. They had incredible wake up sex, and finally rose and dressed. He found his phone and checked the date, letting out a groan. A total of ten days had passed. He didn't understand how they had needed no food or water in that time. He'd had no urge to take care of any needs except one, and she had fared the same. Usagi pulled her skirt down and searched for her panties, finally pulling them out of his pocket.

They went out to the living room. They had spent enough time talking that she knew how Rei and Motoki had reacted, so her sudden screech at seeing them, as well as Reika and the other Senshi, and the CATS in his living room was perfectly understandable. Mamoru, not seeing them, immediately grabbed her and hid her behind his body.

"What... how... what?" She spluttered, then trailed off, looking over Mamoru's shoulder.

"I found you eight days ago... in that thing..." Motoki finally said. Usagi moved around Mamoru and looked at everyone in shock.

"We covered for you Usagi." Ami said, "you've been with us at the beach this whole time if anyone asks."

"We had no idea what was happening, but that... thing that looked like a cocoon wouldn't let anyone close." Reika added.

"We figured it had something to do with the Crystal." Said Makoto helpfully.

"Much more than that, I'd wager," added Rei, giving her and Mamoru a knowing look.

"We were worried a few times when we heard the noises," said Minako with a twinkle in her laughing blue eyes.

Usagi looked from one to the other as they spoke, barely understanding their words. She couldn't process any of this. Mamoru grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. "Usagi agreed to marry me... after convincing me to stop listening to the dreams..." He trailed off. Rei was glaring at him.

"DREAMS!?" She screeched. "You broke up with her because of dreams!? Have you learned nothing? How many times have we fought Youma or Cardians or Droids that produced dreams?"

Mamoru gave her a sheepish look, then startled as the door to the apartment slammed. A little bundle with pink hair launched itself not at him, but Usagi. "I missed you!" Chibi-Usa cried, and Usagi picked up the girl and held her tight.

"So, what were you guys doing?" She asked innocently, and never even noticed when everyone else in the room blushed.

Original Comments

Jen chapter 2 . Nov 5
Great chapter, love d lemons. I always have a hard time reading d break up fics coz I hate that storyline. Seriously, WTF Mamoru who d hell breaks up over some stupid dreams. He should talk to Usagi about it instead he decided to b an idiot and cruel to Usa. I also DID NOT like how Usagi just accepted him back so fast and acted like she's d one who was wrong...Urghhhhh!

Jen chapter 1 . Nov 5
Yummy lemons!

Guest chapter 2 . Oct 11
WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO UPDATE THIS STORY AND BLACK MOON ENEMIES STORY? I LOVE BOTH STORIES!

Guest chapter 2 . Sep 7
UPDATE!

MirrorOfShards chapter 2 . Aug 29
I loved these two and hope to see more. I love the thought of her transformation going awry and her getting stuck in them. I will also admit to having a kink for a guy pushing a pregnancy like this. And of how in control Mamoru was in the first chapter. It was very well written and sexy ;)

LoveInTheBattleField chapter 2 . Aug 24
Crazy, please update the next chapter quickly!

Guest chapter 1 . Aug 22
Will there be mire is this a 1 shot reveal series like different ways they find out

LoveInTheBattleField chapter 1 . Aug 23
This story is great and HOT, please update the next chapter quickly!