Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon, but I do have ownership rights to this... er... special story.

A/N: Possibly one of the weirdest ideas I have ever had for a fanfic, but hey, it makes for an entertaining plot! :-P Reviews greatly appreciated. This is going to be a multiple-part short story.

Thank you to my awesome, amazing, ravishing and appreciated reviewers: snoopykid, Laney Tate, Lady Razeli, serenityangelrose, ChronoStar, shaneallix, DavisJes, sailormoon0630, Piper Chris Melinda Halliwell, RoyalLovers1418, Trinity Cloud, lunar-92-diamond, and Lostinthought92.

Summary: What started out a harmless game suddenly became an incredibly awkward situation... The four Inner Senshi are dared by Haruka to spend one night staked out in Mamoru's closet without being caught. Never ones to be labelled 'chicken', the girls follow through... and get the surprise of their lives when Usagi shows up mere minutes later! Unfortunately for them, she's in a particularly lusty mood... And so is their dashing chevalier. Now truly stuck in Mamoru's bedroom of all places, the Inners are forced to play audience to their Prince and Princess doing the deed... with mixed reactions from all. Humorous, romantic, and slightly dirty! :-P Enjoy!

Warning: Adult content! Swearing! Younger readers beware! Rated M.

One Dark and Perverted Night

Part 2: "Too Much Information"


"Oh my God, she did it."

"She licked Rei-chan's sock! THEN her bare foot!"

"Too bad it cost her the contents of her stomach, but-"

The sound of retching was the only noise for a few moments, then the girls started up their giggly banter once more.

"Man, I wish I had a camera."

"I wish I had disinfectant! My foot feels... tingly. The bad kind of tingly..."

"Maybe Haruka-san's poisonous viper tongue infected Rei-chan!" Makoto exclaimed, highly entertained by her own musings. Rei mimed gagging.

"Oh, Haruka's tongue isn't diseased. Believe me, I could show you some other places her tongue's found and claimed, but they haven't really seen the light of day..."

All eyes turned to accost Michiru, who shrugged in the face of their horror. "Eh, days are lonely, nights are long. What else do you think we did on all those stake outs?"

"Ewwwww, we did not need to know that, Michiru-san!" everyone howled, at the precise moment Haruka made her reappearance. Thankfully, with a much healthier color to her features.

"Mm, much better. No offense Rei-san, but that's not an experience I'd like to relive."

"Believe me, the feeling's mutual," Rei replied, glaring at her foot as if it had committed some terrible umbrage against her. She shivered. Never, ever, ever, ever... well, you get the picture.

"So... what's everyone yelling about?" Haruka inquired, and was nonplussed when the Inners' expressions all flickered into various shades of pink. Oh, if only Chibi-Usa were there. She'd be so proud at how close the hues came to complementing her hair!

"Errrr..."

Yours and Michiru's hot, raunchy, lesbian sex?

Too much information, anyone?

"W-we were talking about... ah... HOW GROSS IT IS THAT MAKO-CHAN IS CONSTIPATED! Oh, my God, you're nasty, Mako-chan!" Minako suddenly supplied in a well-practiced shriek, eyes wide as saucers as she nearly stood in her fanaticism. The overly theatrical teen swirled on poor, stunned, speechless (and rapidly wrathful) Makoto. "NOBODY FRICKIN' WANTS TO KNOW HOW HARD IT IS FOR YOU TO DO NUMBER TWO! Gosh..."

"That's it!" Makoto screamed, lunging at her friend and going in for the kill- or rather, the hair... Minako's prized possession, as others might dub her perfectly wavy blonde locks. "STOP. TELLING. EVERYONE. I. AM. CONSTIPATED! I'm just not! Have you seen me take a shit lately? Have I been in the bathroom for very long during my two trips since arriving here? NO!"

Each word was punctuated by a vicious grab at Minako's hair. The effervescent flaxen squealed, barely dodging bodily harm by mere centimeters. She shoved the homicidal brunette off her with great difficulty, then scooted away. Minako threw two hands up in the air; a gesture of I-Understand-You-Could-Break-Me-With-Just-Your-Pinkie-But-Please-Don't-Actually acquiescence. "Okay, okay! Truce! I lied, Mako-chan's not constipated! Just don't touch my precio- er, my hair!"

Makoto surrendered her vendetta, immediately relaxing with a Cheshire grin. "That's all I needed. I won't try to rip your 'precious' out anymore, Gollum."

"I'm confused. If Mako-san's supposed 'constipation' wasn't the subject of your conversation, what was?" asked Haruka, genuinely.

"Don't ask questions you don't really want the answer to, love," Michiru responded, kindly patting her paramour on the shoulder. Haruka pouted.

"But I do want to know!"

"No," Michiru soothed. "You really, really don't."

Haruka released an ornery puff of air. "Fine. Be mean. Keep secrets from me."

"Okay!" Minako agreed cheerily. "Well, that problem's solved! And now that this misunderstanding is long, long, long behind us-"

Haruka hacked something that sounded an awful lot like "World Shaking" and "Disembowelment".

"...hopefully to never resurface again... let's continue Truth or Dare! I believe it's my turn to begin, since we've come back full circle-"

"Not so fast, Minako-san," Haruka cut in, the proverbial evil cackle strong in her voice. Oh, revenge would be sweet... "Let's switch up the game-play a little bit... Doing this the normal way has become so boring, don't you agree? I've got a few new rules, and if everyone will hear me out, I think it could prove far more interesting than your usual dare..."


A/N: Hahahahaha! Here we go; on with the plot bunny! The more who review, the faster I'll attempt to update!

AngelMoon Girl