Story: Real World Sailor Moon

You've heard of the walk of shame. If not, that's the walk that happens when one half of a sexual coupling goes off home, ashamed of what they'd done. You know the sort of gait. Small steps, head tucked in, avoiding eye contact, etc? Well, if there was a direct opposite to the walk of shame then Usagi was strutting it now. The walk of confidence. A walk that said 'I just got a severe dicking, and by god I'd do it again if I had the strength.'

Now she knew full well that she was kind of going along with the erotic part of her story changing a little too easily. But why not? Why agonise over the will they won't they relationship when, according to what she'd read, they would in the end anyway? It only made sense to push things forward a little. Right? Get to her storybook ending a little easier, a little quicker. Sure, he seemed equal parts turned on and freaked out by the Sailor Moon reveal, but he'd come around soon enough. Then he came, and he came, and he came. So it was all good!

The one and only thing to put a damper on her good mood was a little voice admonishing her for staying out so late.

"You shouldn't have stayed out so late," Luna said from down on the pavement. "Your mother will be suspicious."

Ah, but even that wasn't enough to bring down Usagi's mood! She smoothed her hands down her hips - not noticing that her ridiculously curvaceous body was now only covered by a thin, breathable skin tight dark blue coloured latex when it hadn't been before - and put such thoughts to the back of her mind. If she were being honest she was trying to think of a good enough excuse to turn right around, strut back to Mamoru's place and see how much stamina their alter-egos really had!

Unfortunately Usagi was a little too caught up in remembering the experience to do much more than head off home, and she was there before long. However, it must be pointed out at this stage that the home Usagi had left didn't quite match the home that she had left earlier on. Thanks to another certain blonde haired Sailor Scout visiting the real world and bringing things back with her, the home that Usagi Tsukino lived in was a little more... advanced.

In what sense? Well, the front door didn't have hinges for one thing. It was an automatic door which responded to Usagi's biometrics, and made a funny swishing sound when it opened up. All sci-fi doors make funny swishing sounds when they open.

But wait, the sci-fi cliches didn't stop there! While the house looked like it had a pretty ordinary exterior, its interior was anything but. To whit, it was dimensionally transcendental. This is the fancy geeky way of saying 'bigger on the inside than it is on the outside.'

Usagi crept inside the front door with big, exaggerated footsteps. The last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to herself right about now.

<b><i>Welcome home Usagi Tsukino,</i></b> the house's artificial intelligence said. <b><i>It is unusual to see you coming home at such an hour.</i></b> Curses! Usagi looked around expecting to see her mother with that stern look, crossed arms and tapping foot. No dice. <b><i>I sense that your mobile phone is switched off. Reactivating. Several messages have been detected. Five from your mother, three from Ami Mizuno. One from Mamoru Chiba.</i></b>

Ooh! Mamoru sent her a message? Usagi immediately whipped out her phone, which she had been carrying... somewhere on her person, that plugsuit left no space for pockets. Best not to think about that, her new boyfriend had sent messages for her -

And so had her mother. Those were the first to come up. Messages like "Usagi, pick up your phone." And "Usagi! Where are you?!" And ultimately leading up to "Usagi, if you're not dead in a ditch you're going to wish you were when you get home!"

In a word: Gulp!

That's one antagonist that very few magical girls can ever overcome. A protective mother! It finally hit Usagi just how much trouble she was in right now. Her mother was going to kill her! Well, no. Not actually kill her. Maybe make her wish she was dead, but not actually end her life. Ah, and she could hardly say "I was riding this hot stud that I'm destined to one day marry," because if anything that would make her situation even worse!

Oh no! There was no escape! Punishment inbound: No phone, grounded and worst of all, no sex! There wasn't much else for it. She'd have to prepare herself for Operation: Butter-Up Daddie.

To Luna's bafflement and confusion, Usagi began to rub her eyes and open them up really wide. How on earth did she make them sparkle like that?

"Ooh... Are there any onions?" Usagi whispered.

<b><i>Negative, there are no -</b></i>

"Shut up!" Usagi hissed. "Are you trying to get me into trouble?

<b><i>Negative. There is no need. You are already in trouble.</b></i>

Usagi's shoulders slumped in defeat. Right. Of course she was. Even her father wouldn't be able to protect her from her mother's wrath. "Yeah, I guess I'm going to be grounded forever now..."

"Actually, the computer was referring to me."

That voice had come from right behind Usagi. She turned around, slowly, and to her great surprise saw a youma standing there, ready to pounce...

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Mamoru Chiba was in a bit of a quandary. That girl was Sailor Moon? How had she known he was Tuxedo Mask? Did she know what his dreams meant? What was she after? The next time they met, would she do that thing with her tongue again? So many questions. He didn't even know where to start!

It was such a surreal night. Every time he tried to make sense of it, he remembered. Her. Naked. Beautiful. They'd spent hours fucking each other raw, and he'd thought he was spent but thinking about it now a mere half hour after she'd left and he was already as hard as a rock again.

He'd sent her a message asking her to contact him. So they could have a proper date next time. Talk things through rather than rut like animals. Not that he would object to a little mindless fucking, but... He did kind of want more from a relationship than that.

Lying back in his bed all he could do was sigh wearily and hope that this erection subsides on its own. Then a flash of her smiling face hit him, and he knew this was unlikely. At least for a good while.

Unknown to Mamoru he was being subject to a variety of tropes and storytelling tricks that were a bit unhappy at the fact Usagi had been so forthright with regards to her identity and their relationship. It couldn't possibly proceed so smoothly, no matter what Usagi thinks. Then again, nor could it entirely break apart either. It wasn't interesting either way.

Therefore, he had made up his mind. He was going to keep a close eye on her. Find out her motivations, find out her goals and then -

He sat bolt upright, then collapsed back onto his bed. He'd almost impaled himself with his own rock hard dick! "Sailor Moon is in danger," he grunted. Reason was tossed aside. "Must rescue her! Must save Sailor Moon!"

Ah, but even tropes must await before the lusts and protective instinct of a destined future lover.

1. The other Scouts are getting visits from youma as well.
2. Usagi holds the youma at bay long enough to transform.
3. En route, Mamoru encounters youma sent to seduce him.
4. The Four Generals try to work out this seduction by hentai tropes plan.
5. Something else