Trapped Together till Halloween, Another Outcome
By: Reba Jean, 9/14/02
Email: rjean@ghg.net or rebajean@Stories.Com
Webpage: http://www.angelfire.com/tx5/prairieskye
Genre: Comedy/Romance
Rating: R
Usual Disclaimer: Characters are based on Sailor Moon copyright 1992 by NaokoTakeuchi/Kodansha, TOEI Animation, English language adaptation copyright 1995 by DIC Entertainment. This story is not intended for monetary gain or tangible profit, but purely for entertainment of the readers.
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Chapter 1
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Meanwhile, back on the deserted island, Usagi awoke overly warm, make that extremely warm, her head buried under the covers. She was nestled in a snug, extremely smelly cocoon. Underneath the putrid stench was another musky, masculine odor, she recognized from their many crashing encounters. Sleepily she protested, "Phew! I told you not to eat that beany burger with triple cheese, onions and the side of beans and rice. Mamoru wake up and STOP FARTING!"
Usagi's head shot out of the stinky sleeping bag. As she gulped the fresh air, she looked around in wide-eyed astonishment. The vast blue sky met the darker sea. A barren sandy, rocky beach stretched in either direction. Inland it merged with the scrubby ground cover. Where was she and why was she sleeping with Mamoru, she wondered frantically. She started wiggling, trying to disengage herself from their tangle of arms and legs.
Mamoru clutched her more tightly and began pleading. "No, Princess, don't leave me. Must you go already? We were only married last night. Don't you love me anymore? Give me another chance to try and please you." He sobbed brokenly, still drifting in the remnants of his drug-induced fantasy.
Usagi was shocked by the awareness that she could feel only the touch of his bare flesh against hers. She realized with dismay that much of the warmth she felt was kindled desire. Mamoru's leg wasn't the only part of him clasped between her thighs.
"Just one more chance," Mamoru begged. His hands caressed her back and buttocks as he nibbled and nuzzled her breasts. He left a trail of hot caresses up her shoulder and neck. Usagi swore that the more she wiggled and struggled to break free, the more hands he grew. The man must be an octopus. And the way his lower regions moved against her hips and rhythmically slid between her legs was doing things to her insides that she didn't want to think about. She never knew she could get that hot and wet. She wanted more of him, damn-it!
As Mamoru's trail of kisses finally reached Usagi's lips, she gave in with a moan and returned the kisses fervently. Panting heavily, Usagi drew back. Her breath tickled Mamoru's neck as she nibbled on his ear. She drew a deep breath and yelled at the top of her lungs, "Mamoru, Stop it!"
Mamoru reflexively covered his ears and cried out in pain. His eyes popped open and he croaked in astonishment, "Odango? What happened to my Princess?"
Usagi hissed furiously only a few decibels lower than before, "Mamoru-baka, you horny hentai, stop trying to fuck me and listen. Use the head on the end of your neck instead of the one between your legs for a change!"
Still dazed and confused, Mamoru looked around in puzzlement, "Where are we and what happened? Why did you change your hair?"
Usagi snapped angrily, "How the hell should I know? We've been kidnapped and dumped somewhere." Running her hands through her hair, she wailed, "and they butchered my beautiful hair. It took years to grow."
Mamoru rubbed his damaged ears and massaged his throbbing temples. He was developing a splitting headache. "The last thing I remember was answering my door last night. Rei pushed her way in and dragged me back into the kitchen. She said that she had a gift for me. She grabbed my arm and scratched it with something sharp. Then the next thing I knew I was with the Princess but she disappeared and turned into you yelling at me. My ears still hurt," Mamoru finished with a whine.
Usagi related her tale. "I was over at Ami's. She said she had a vitamin shot that would help me remember better for the next test. That's the last thing I remember. What have those bitches done to us?" Usagi complained bitterly, twirling the ends of her much shorter hair around her fingers.
Mamoru's dark complexion suddenly went pale and greenish, sweat beaded on his forehead, and began trickling down the side of his face. "I don't feel so good. I think I'm going to hurl," he gasped as he struggled out of the sleeping bag and staggered down the beach. Usagi couldn't help noticing that his once proudly waving staff wilted quickly as he waddled toward the waves. Just as he reached the edge of the water, Mamoru dropped to his knees, and did indeed lose his lunch, dinner, and several other meals from the amount he spewed. The poor man continued to wretch until nothing was left. Just as he straightened, he clutched his stomach and an expression of unbearable pain crossed his face. He crawled out into the water until it reached mid-thigh level. Mamoru slumped down into a miserable huddle, the water covering him to his neck.
Usagi, concerned for his misery, crawled out of the sleeping bag and approached the edge of the ocean. Mamoru reddened brightly and gasped, "Don't come in the water, I think I'm done, but wait a few minutes until everything washes away." His expression was one of utter humiliation. In the space of a few minutes, his greatest adversary had seen him go from the throes of passion to releasing every disgusting bodily discharge possible. He would stay in the water until the high tide covered him, he decided miserably. He would never live this down.
Usagi waited for several minutes on the shore, her concern for him visible in her expression. "Mamoru-baka, are you okay? Come out of the water. Do you want me to help you?" Mamoru hung his head and refused to answer. Usagi splashed her way to where the humiliated man crouched and hauled him to his feet. Mamoru gaped. Who would have thought a little thing like her could move him around that way. Usagi supported Mamoru as they staggered to the shore and he collapsed on the sleeping bag.
Mamoru rested for several minutes as Usagi sat quietly next to him. Tired of sitting, she bounced up and began walking up and down the beach. Seeing that Mamoru appeared to be feeling better and that his normal color had returned, she couldn't resist taunting him just once. "I told you not to eat that mess Motoki made for the special last night! Even I know better than to eat one of his 'experiments' the first time he tries it."
Mamoru smiled weakly up at her from his position sprawled across the sleeping bag. She stood over him, her hands on her hips, arms akimbo, and feet planted in a wide stance. Attempting to look stern, her eyes danced with laughter. Mamoru stretched lazily and rolled over on his back, propping up on his elbows. He smirked back at her insolently. Raising one eyebrow and drawling, Mamoru questioned, "You do realize, Odango, don't you that both of us are still totally nude, and we are alone together on this deserted beach?"
Mamoru snickered at her outraged gasp and her lovely cherry red blush. The blush continued down her neck and across her chest he noted with interest. He continued in a low and husky voice, "Do you realize how absolutely gorgeous you are? Do you know what you are doing to me?"
Usagi giggled nervously, dancing backwards to evade his weak lunge toward her. "I can guess; it's pretty obvious when you're not all covered up by that ugly green jacket!"
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More to follow scenes to follow.
By: Reba Jean, 9/14/02
Email: rjean@ghg.net or rebajean@Stories.Com
Webpage: http://www.angelfire.com/tx5/prairieskye
Genre: Comedy/Romance
Rating: R
Usual Disclaimer: Characters are based on Sailor Moon copyright 1992 by NaokoTakeuchi/Kodansha, TOEI Animation, English language adaptation copyright 1995 by DIC Entertainment. This story is not intended for monetary gain or tangible profit, but purely for entertainment of the readers.
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Chapter 1
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Meanwhile, back on the deserted island, Usagi awoke overly warm, make that extremely warm, her head buried under the covers. She was nestled in a snug, extremely smelly cocoon. Underneath the putrid stench was another musky, masculine odor, she recognized from their many crashing encounters. Sleepily she protested, "Phew! I told you not to eat that beany burger with triple cheese, onions and the side of beans and rice. Mamoru wake up and STOP FARTING!"
Usagi's head shot out of the stinky sleeping bag. As she gulped the fresh air, she looked around in wide-eyed astonishment. The vast blue sky met the darker sea. A barren sandy, rocky beach stretched in either direction. Inland it merged with the scrubby ground cover. Where was she and why was she sleeping with Mamoru, she wondered frantically. She started wiggling, trying to disengage herself from their tangle of arms and legs.
Mamoru clutched her more tightly and began pleading. "No, Princess, don't leave me. Must you go already? We were only married last night. Don't you love me anymore? Give me another chance to try and please you." He sobbed brokenly, still drifting in the remnants of his drug-induced fantasy.
Usagi was shocked by the awareness that she could feel only the touch of his bare flesh against hers. She realized with dismay that much of the warmth she felt was kindled desire. Mamoru's leg wasn't the only part of him clasped between her thighs.
"Just one more chance," Mamoru begged. His hands caressed her back and buttocks as he nibbled and nuzzled her breasts. He left a trail of hot caresses up her shoulder and neck. Usagi swore that the more she wiggled and struggled to break free, the more hands he grew. The man must be an octopus. And the way his lower regions moved against her hips and rhythmically slid between her legs was doing things to her insides that she didn't want to think about. She never knew she could get that hot and wet. She wanted more of him, damn-it!
As Mamoru's trail of kisses finally reached Usagi's lips, she gave in with a moan and returned the kisses fervently. Panting heavily, Usagi drew back. Her breath tickled Mamoru's neck as she nibbled on his ear. She drew a deep breath and yelled at the top of her lungs, "Mamoru, Stop it!"
Mamoru reflexively covered his ears and cried out in pain. His eyes popped open and he croaked in astonishment, "Odango? What happened to my Princess?"
Usagi hissed furiously only a few decibels lower than before, "Mamoru-baka, you horny hentai, stop trying to fuck me and listen. Use the head on the end of your neck instead of the one between your legs for a change!"
Still dazed and confused, Mamoru looked around in puzzlement, "Where are we and what happened? Why did you change your hair?"
Usagi snapped angrily, "How the hell should I know? We've been kidnapped and dumped somewhere." Running her hands through her hair, she wailed, "and they butchered my beautiful hair. It took years to grow."
Mamoru rubbed his damaged ears and massaged his throbbing temples. He was developing a splitting headache. "The last thing I remember was answering my door last night. Rei pushed her way in and dragged me back into the kitchen. She said that she had a gift for me. She grabbed my arm and scratched it with something sharp. Then the next thing I knew I was with the Princess but she disappeared and turned into you yelling at me. My ears still hurt," Mamoru finished with a whine.
Usagi related her tale. "I was over at Ami's. She said she had a vitamin shot that would help me remember better for the next test. That's the last thing I remember. What have those bitches done to us?" Usagi complained bitterly, twirling the ends of her much shorter hair around her fingers.
Mamoru's dark complexion suddenly went pale and greenish, sweat beaded on his forehead, and began trickling down the side of his face. "I don't feel so good. I think I'm going to hurl," he gasped as he struggled out of the sleeping bag and staggered down the beach. Usagi couldn't help noticing that his once proudly waving staff wilted quickly as he waddled toward the waves. Just as he reached the edge of the water, Mamoru dropped to his knees, and did indeed lose his lunch, dinner, and several other meals from the amount he spewed. The poor man continued to wretch until nothing was left. Just as he straightened, he clutched his stomach and an expression of unbearable pain crossed his face. He crawled out into the water until it reached mid-thigh level. Mamoru slumped down into a miserable huddle, the water covering him to his neck.
Usagi, concerned for his misery, crawled out of the sleeping bag and approached the edge of the ocean. Mamoru reddened brightly and gasped, "Don't come in the water, I think I'm done, but wait a few minutes until everything washes away." His expression was one of utter humiliation. In the space of a few minutes, his greatest adversary had seen him go from the throes of passion to releasing every disgusting bodily discharge possible. He would stay in the water until the high tide covered him, he decided miserably. He would never live this down.
Usagi waited for several minutes on the shore, her concern for him visible in her expression. "Mamoru-baka, are you okay? Come out of the water. Do you want me to help you?" Mamoru hung his head and refused to answer. Usagi splashed her way to where the humiliated man crouched and hauled him to his feet. Mamoru gaped. Who would have thought a little thing like her could move him around that way. Usagi supported Mamoru as they staggered to the shore and he collapsed on the sleeping bag.
Mamoru rested for several minutes as Usagi sat quietly next to him. Tired of sitting, she bounced up and began walking up and down the beach. Seeing that Mamoru appeared to be feeling better and that his normal color had returned, she couldn't resist taunting him just once. "I told you not to eat that mess Motoki made for the special last night! Even I know better than to eat one of his 'experiments' the first time he tries it."
Mamoru smiled weakly up at her from his position sprawled across the sleeping bag. She stood over him, her hands on her hips, arms akimbo, and feet planted in a wide stance. Attempting to look stern, her eyes danced with laughter. Mamoru stretched lazily and rolled over on his back, propping up on his elbows. He smirked back at her insolently. Raising one eyebrow and drawling, Mamoru questioned, "You do realize, Odango, don't you that both of us are still totally nude, and we are alone together on this deserted beach?"
Mamoru snickered at her outraged gasp and her lovely cherry red blush. The blush continued down her neck and across her chest he noted with interest. He continued in a low and husky voice, "Do you realize how absolutely gorgeous you are? Do you know what you are doing to me?"
Usagi giggled nervously, dancing backwards to evade his weak lunge toward her. "I can guess; it's pretty obvious when you're not all covered up by that ugly green jacket!"
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More to follow scenes to follow.