Story: Real World Sailor Moon

Ever heard of an orgy of evidence? It was a term coined in the film <i>Minority Report</i>. In essence, it refers to an overabundance of clues pointing towards a particular outcome, usually because someone has decided to frame somebody else and gotten a little bit carried away.

Well, that certainly wasn't the case here. There was certainly an abundance of evidence pointing towards a particular fact: That there had been an extremely heavy bout of intense, sweaty sex in this room recently. Let's list them off.

There was a musky smell in the air. There were clothes strewn recklessly around the floor, some the sort a man would normally wear, the other the sort a woman would normally wear. But the most damning evidence of all was, of course, found on the bed itself: A naked girl with unkempt blonde hair resting her head on the equally naked chest of a handsome, smiling man.

Not that Usagi wasn't smiling as well. She twirled her finger around on his chest. Goodness, these muscles. Around this point she was really starting to come around on the whole hentai trope thing. Given the way that her own body was now, the two of them must look amazing together.

"Just so you know, I'm not the kind of girl that usually goes home with a boy she just met."

His hand was resting on her hip. He - that is to say Mamoru, it would be best to start thinking of him by his name - pulled her in closer and Usagi shuddered at feeling his full naked strength pressed up against her.

"I'm not the kind of boy to take a strange girl home. There's just something about you. It's almost like you cast a spell on me."

Ohoho! It actually made her titter. With tremendous reluctance Usagi rolled out of bed. "I've got something to show you," she said.

Then she realised that she was showing him something almost as good. Her naked pornofied body. She felt as though she ought to admonish him a little for staring, but the feeling drained away, probably because of the tropes playing on her very existence. She'd make an exception for him. Nobody else but him.

Then the tropes pushed a little bit harder. Actually, if he's the only exception then why not make it really worth his time? She stuck her hands on her hips and peered over her shoulder at him, making sure his eyeline was right where she wanted it to be. It was. So she stepped forward and took great care to sway that hip like a pendulum. Yep. He liked that. She stood in place and wiggled her booty for him. Ooh, being lusted after like this made her feel so... Potent. Her destined love was enthralled by her beautiful body. That was an incredible feeling!

For her next step she smoothed her hands up her sides while taking a slow, deliberate step. For the next she squeezed her butt cheeks. By this point she was already at her discarded purse, so she bent down to retrieve a certain item, and then turned around to give him another show on the way back. This time dedicated to her spectacular chest.

Let's see, if she pushed her boobs together like this for the first step, ran her index fingers around her nipples for the second step, then she could use the last step to pretend to yawn while thrusting out her chest and then -

To anyone that knew Usagi the following sentence is the opposite of a surprise. While returning on that three-step journey to bed with her destined lover, Usagi Tsukino tripped over a sock, landed on the bed, rolled across it and wound up in an extremely undignified position upside down on the other side.

"Uh, are you okay?" Mamoru asked, and his voice, filled with concern, sounded like an angels' choir. Or maybe Usagi had knocked herself silly. Sillier.

"I'm fine!" Usagi shot straight back to her feet and coughed into her fist. "Meant to do that. All part of what I wanted to show you."

He wasn't buying it, was he? That polite smile was just to make her feel a bit better about herself. W-Well, never mind that! He'd soon forget all about her being a clumsy dope the instant she showed him this! Actually, hang on. Let's get back into position here. Straddle his waist, look him in the eyes and then -

"Moon Prism, Power Up!"

Ohhh yes, this was so much better. Being her normal self wasn't too bad, but her transformed state was out of this world! Her entire body just felt that little bit better in every single way when she was like this, fitter, stronger, healthier, sexier and loads more stamina. Oh, and her hair was tied up again!

"Uhhh?" Mamoru gaped. Haha! Got you! Didn't see that coming, did you, buster? She smiled down at him and guided his hands along the outside of her costume.

"That's right. I am Sailor Moon!" she proclaimed. "And I am the girl of your dreams, Tuxedo Mask."

"How did you -"

She shushed him before he could say another word. A tender finger to his tender lips. "Long story. The others can tell it better. I'm just so glad we could get this mess sorted out before it became a huge issue."

Well, that was Usagi's reasoning, at the very least. She was ultimately a hopeless romantic. A little bit corrupted by the hentai tropes governing her life, but at her core still a hopeless romantic. Her reasoning was this: If Mamoru was her destined lover, then why beat around the bush when they could <i>beat around the bush</i>? It seemed like the sensible thing to do. Cut right to the happy ending. Get her man. Let him get her. It would make things so much easier for the both of them.

Except... That's not how stories work. Stories abhor shortcuts. If someone in a race uses some kind of shortcut in fiction you can be guaranteed they're going to lose. It's the same reason that a character explaining their plan to the audience before carrying it out will never work: Seeing the plan carried out without a hitch just the way it was described will be boring to the audience. If someone explains a plan then it will, without fail, go awry at some stage. An unexpected element will occur. Things have to be kept interesting, or the audience will stop paying any attention to it.

On that note....

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Beryl was having to change her plans rather drastically. Kotori had been a very useful source of information, and she was never the sort to let a good resource go to waste. For some this might beg the question as to why, oh why, she was doing something as seemingly wasteful as sending Kotori back on a mission to corrupt her enemies one at a time.

The key word here is "diversion."

All four of her Generals were on their knees in front of her. Beryl strummed her fingers on the side of her throne and considered the best course to take with care and consideration. Then, at last, she spoke.

"I have discovered the identities of our hated enemies," she proclaimed. "Usagi Tsukino, Ami Mizuno, Rei Hino and Makoto Kino. They will soon be joined by a fifth Sailor, Minako Aino."

Oooh, but she did enjoy that moment of shock, that thrill of surprise. Beryl might as well face it. She was a complete dom, down to her bones. Seeing others prostrate before her made her wetter than the ocean.

"Do you wish for them to be eliminated?" Kunzite offered. "It should be a trivial matter to pick them off one by one, when they are alone. Perhaps even as they slumber."

"Now, Kunzite," she admonished, reaching behind her throne and pulling out a very nasty-looking whip. She lashed her subordinate's back in just the right spot to make the pain feel good. The others looked upon him with blatant jealousy as they stayed in their positions, kneeling obediently. Just the way she liked them.

"Eliminated is no fun," Beryl warned. "I want the four of you... To seduce them. Lure them into bed. And that's all."

"I understand," Zoisite lowered his head further as he spoke, in an obvious, blatant attempt to play the part of a loyal worm. "You intend for us to corrupt them."

She whipped him too. "No. I want you to bang them. I did not say I wanted you to corrupt them."

Ahahaha! Look at them, the mighty Generals. So confused. Baffled beyond belief. But to keep them from messing up her plans, she did feel it necessary to explain just a little. Even though it was so much <i>fun</i> to see them all furrowing their brows trying to puzzle it out.

"It's really not that complicated," she tutted, stroking the whip handle in a deliberately suggestive manner. "The energy they give out when you make them cum will be enough to achieve our goals. Why on earth would we want to corrupt them when that would cost <i>us</i> energy?"

"I understand your intentions clearly," Nephrite toadied up. "We shall use all of our charm to entice these girls, and show them heaven before we turn Earth into hell. There is a certain ring to it."

"They may recognise me," Jadeite notted. "I have encountered them previously."

Beryl flicked her wrist, and then held her hand up above her head. The whip twirled around her body in a descending spiral, and she used her other hand to smooth down her curves, shimmying her body just a little bit too and fro. Not for any particular reason: She just felt like doing it.

"Then listen up, boys," she said, licking her lips, "as I tell you about a little something called... Hentai tropes."

1. Mamoru is freaking out right now. Leading into an argument.
2. Ami contacts the others to tell them about what happened to Kotori.
3. Rei tries to purify Makoto, has limited success.
4. Minako returns to Japan, an experienced ero-warrior of justice.
5. Something else