Disclaimer: This is supplementary material, written mostly by Andrew Joshua Talon. He is truly bro-tier. Also, I apologize to the cast of Megami33's Sailor Moon Abridged… among obvious others

Beautiful Destroyer Sailor Moon
Midnight Zero

Things are about to get a little… steamy.

[2.5]

"Our first letter comes from a young woman who only wants to be known as 'Spring Gardener'…"

Bouncing where she sat, Usagi wish she had something to snack on as Jade Eyes began to narrate. God, he had such a sexy voice!

Dear Midnight Zero,

I have red hair I keep in perfect flowing condition, an athletic figure with frequent exercise, and beneath my demure demeanor I'm more than willing to push my boundaries. But every date comes up empty. I think that men my age are indifferent to a woman at my age, soon to be a lonely Christmas cake. But every day I feel the adoring, lustful gazes of my male students and I can't help but think about the possibilities. I know it's wrong, but as I see more and more of them blossom into manhood, and know that in their beds at night it's me their fantasize about, I can't help letting my imagination wander into forbidden areas.

The fantasy starts like this: I enter the classroom; shoo the female students out (including one in particular-she'd just get in the way) and I sit on the desk. I then cross my legs, and give them all a little smile as I announce to the male students that if they get perfect grades on this exam, they can have anything they want from me. I would note the blushes and drooling as the same thought, the same hope went through their heads, and would lift my leg up just a little, giving them all a little more incentive.

I'd let the papers get passed out and move among them while they did the test, lightly touching a shoulder, or giving a warm look, or brushing my fingernails over the backs of the necks of a few of them–all just to stoke the flames. I could feel the sexual tension in the air as I went about, until finally I would take my seat back upon the desk and announce for them to pass them forward.

I would read through the papers, slowly, reading silently but in reality just giving them some hint as to what my mouth could do. I would then set them down, look up at them and smile. I'd say, 'Well, well, well… it seems you all did it, perfect scores. Now it's my turn. Name whatever you want me to do… and I'll do it. Any. Thing. At. All.'

I would expect a moment or two of silence, and then they'd all get up, head over to me, and take hold of me. Maybe they'd force me to my knees and make me service them. One at a time, two, three, it wouldn't matter, I'd do them all. Or they could just rip my clothing off and take me, all at once, every hole, over and over. And I'd love it, every moment, teaching them how to become men with me.

Maybe the principal would catch me, but I wouldn't care. I'd just lick my lips and smile at him, and with a stretch of my spine I'd purr and say 'Maybe I am a Christmas cake… but I come with frosting.'"

"Oh my… Spring Gardener, it would seem that you have some of the brightest students in your school if your letter's any indication. It makes me long for my school days again."

Usagi stared at the radio. "Holy fuck, that was hot."

Luna sat at the foot of the bed. "How is this even able to get on the radio?"

"Because it's late night, duh, all of the kids are asleep."

Luna sniffed. "Not all of them."

"Do you want to go out the window again? Because Jade Eyes is talking and I can't hear him over your whining."

"Our next letter is from 'Driven Mad with Love'."

Dear Midnight Zero,

My job has few perks, carting people around the city on a bus. The majority of them are unattractive businessmen or frumpy housewives, too busy to even say hello or thank you. However there is a young ronin who stands out in my eye. He's a little sad looking, very much on the soft side and not strikingly handsome, but he's exceptionally sweet and kind. Every morning he greets me and strikes up small conversation, nothing ever too heavy enough to distract me as I drive but enough to keep me talking with him about any old thing. I don't know how he does it, but he always seems to captivate me with even the littlest things, like he's speaking directly to my heart-of-hearts and it's listening intently.

I think I'm in love with him, I'm not sure; I've never felt so strongly for anyone like this before. But every time I try to get beyond our idle chats, his stop comes and off he goes. With every day I see him, my heart's place for him grows, and my thoughts and fancies grow more intimate. Some days, I wish that we could be the only people on the bus, so perhaps we could go past our friendly conversations, and into deeper, meaningful talk. I wish we could just drive off together, he and I, with only the road ahead of us and true love our destination.

For now, I suppose I'm content with simply being in his company. But I don't know, Midnight Zero… maybe that road will finally call us.

"I wish you the best on your travels, 'Driven Mad with Love'." Jade Eyes said. "Don't give up on your feelings, and put all your energy into them."

Thetis smirked at that, while Flau tried not to openly laugh. On the other end of the broadcast, Usagi looked to Luna. "See? It's not all smut–that was exceptionally romantic."

Luna circled around at her spot in the corner of Usagi's bed. "It was, but did it have to follow that horrid raunchiness from before?"

Jade Eyes' voice wafted through the speakers again. "The next letter comes from 'Keystone Heart'," he chuckled, "A self-described 'Lonely Upholder of Justice'."

"Ah, someone I can sympathize with." Usagi sagely noted.

Dear Midnight Zero,

We all heard the rumors about him. How some dark avenger in a mask and cape had begun appearing around Tokyo, striking down criminals left and right, making it so every punk in the prefecture was afraid, deathly afraid, that he was around. At first like the others I was incredulous–A man in a tuxedo? Striking terror into thieving bastards? It's impossible. No one could be that scary, or that crazy.

Well, I learned soon enough this was not the case. A patrol of mine almost ended up being my last–traffic stops in gang territory when they're agitated is dangerous for any policewoman, and this group thought I'd stumbled onto something big. They dragged me into a nearby building, knives glinting in the dark. I had no weapon, I was defenseless, but I resolved to be stoic as I could, to not give them any satisfaction.

Then, he came in. He swooped down like an avenging angel, cape flaring around him like wings, his face set in fury. He moved like a hurricane, striking all of them down so fast-It was as though he wasn't human. Oh, but I saw he was human, wonderfully human. I drank in every detail, the adrenaline and excitement combined with him made it absolutely, unbelievably erotic, I must say.

When it was done, he asked if I was all right. I managed a nod and a thank you, before he vanished into the darkness again, as though he was never there to begin with. All that was left was a rose, which I picked up. It's against police procedure, but then the Superintendent has always been different when it came to Tuxedo Kamen.

Since then, I like to fantasize about things that night going very differently. When he would ask me if I was all right, I would nod, and walk over the unconscious thugs to him. Looking up into his face I would say thank you, and with a blush gracing my cheeks I would ask if I could do anything to repay him. With a smile, he would sweep me into his arms and take me away, onto the rooftops. They say he can fly–well, I wouldn't be surprised if he can, and me in his strong arms, well, I would feel no fear whatsoever I must say. He would spirit me away into the night. His roses that can cut through stone would slice my uniform from my body, leaving me exposed. He would spread his cape out onto the rooftop, and draw me down into his embrace, and underneath the moon we would make love, over and over again, until I passed out in bliss.

I'd wake up wrapped in his cape, the sun shining down on me. Might be a little embarrassing getting down and back home, but oh… I wouldn't care at all.

"Oh my God that…that was the best letter of them all oh my God!" Usagi squealed. "Tuxedo Kamen is such a HOTTIE!"

Usagi's mother slammed open her bedroom door, and immediately spoke something in the ancient tongues of incomprehensible beings older than the darkness from which all things came. Petrified, Usagi nodded, and then plugged her headphones into the radio after moving it from her bookshelf to her night stand.

Her ears flicking, Luna settled into the bed and began to clean; at least she didn't have to listen to anymore of that obscenity.

"Our final letter is from "All Work", a lovely young woman with a penchant for horror." Jade Eyes reported, before he began to narrate.

Dear Midnight Zero,

Lately with the stress of the office and my boss overworking me, I've taken to reading hentai doujin to take the edge off. It's gotten so bad I've begun to sneak the comics into my cubicle, and read late at night. I think I especially like the tentacle monster ones. With my bad luck with men, a monster would be an improvement, a mindless beast of lust stalking me and taking me without any hangups, psychological issues or cultural mindset conflicts: Just a monster out to have his way with me and make me his.

I would be sitting in my cubicle, hard at work, my back to the door. The light of the computer monitor would be hurting my eyes, and I'd close them, pushing my glasses up in order to rub them clear. Suddenly, I'd feel something strong and serpent like wrapping around my wrists and my waist, pulling me away. I'd be turned around and before I could cry out, a tentacle would be shoved into my mouth, silencing me. I wouldn't be able to see anything in the dark hallway, just the tentacles as they came around me, slipping underneath my clothes and tearing them right off. First my jacket would be torn apart, then they'd slip under my blouse, popping the buttons one by one on their way to my breasts. Then my skirt would go, torn to shreds, before they slipped into my panties, two of them.

I would struggle at first out of instinct, but as they all went to work thrusting in and out of me, the other tendrils snaking and caressing around my body, any sounds I would make would be those of pleasure. All night long the monster would drive me to new heights of ecstasy, over and over again until I couldn't stand it. I'd scream until my throat was raw or I passed out, whichever came first under the monster's assault. They'd find me in a puddle of juices, my own and those of the monster, with the biggest smile imaginable on my face as I slept away the morning.

Not all monsters bring bad dreams.

Usagi laughed, and shook her head. "This lady hasn't met a real monster yet, I'm definitely sure."

She looked over to Luna, who was curled up and asleep, as cats were wont to do. "Such a cute one, you are Luna."

Jade Eyes was speaking again, as the outro to his show began to play him out. "Well, that's it for Midnight Zero; please stay tuned for a next program. Remember, ladies, keep sending your letters in and you too may win a very special gift."

Usagi let out a hum. "Maybe I should send a letter in?" She laughed. "Yeah right, like I have anything resembling a love life going on right now."

She chose that very moment to pull the jack out of her stereo, the worst moment to do it.

"HEY GUYS THIS IS CRAZY TOM! I'M CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAZY!"

Usagi quickly scrambled to shut the radio off, and just managed to. However, it was much too late. Even before she saw the shadow of her mother looming over her, she could already hear the ominous Latin chanting.

"… Uh oh…"

A/N: Just because.