FANTASY AND REALITY -by: the Yarnspinner- the_yarnspinner@yahoo.com A Sekkushiaru Roman featuring characters from the anime "Sailor Moon" Rated: H Usagi had been looking forward to Friday all week. Mamoru had invited her to a party with some of his university friends. It would be her first adult party without her parents or her friends looking over her shoulder. When Friday evening finally came, she filled a backpack with several changes of clothes, grabbed her school briefcase, and headed for the door. "Bye. Mom," she called. "I'm leaving for Rei's. Be back on Monday." "Good bye, dear. Have a good time," Ikuko replied, fairly certain that Usagi would actually be with her young man. She sighed as she watched her daughter leave, knowing that Mamoru was absolutely the best thing that had ever happened for Usagi. Usagi walked away in the direction of the Hickawa Temple until she was out of sight of her house, then changed direction to head for Mamoru's apartment. She entered the building, and stepped into the elevator. As soon as the door closed, she took out her transformation pen. Activating the pen, she felt its power wash over her. While it matured her figure slightly, making her breasts a little fuller and her already long legs even more pronounced, it clothed her in a sheer ivory top, low cut with lacy trim, and a matching, contour-hugging skirt that reached just to mid-thigh. On her feet were a simple pair of white, high- heeled shoes. Finding a mirror in her backpack, she examined the rest of the transformation. The odangos were gone, but the two braids remained, now being drawn together at the base of the neck into a single braid, holding the rest of her hair in place in one long, flowing cascade. From her ears hung very simple, understated crescent moon earrings, similar to those she wore as Sailor Moon, while at her neck was a larger crescent moon, actually her brooch in disguise, made of diamonds, and hanging from a golden neck chain. As she was about to put the mirror away, she noticed on her left hand a simply exquisite diamond engagement ring. 'Where did that come from?! I didn't ask for it,' she thought. 'Mamo-chan's going to think I'm pressuring him.' The door opened, and she hurriedly picked up her backpack and briefcase. Finding the ring would not readily come off, and knowing that it would not be smart to reverse her transformation there in the hallway, she decided to put up with it. She set her pack and briefcase down beside Mamoru's door and pushed the doorbell. Mamoru opened the door, his eyes going wide at the vision standing in front of him. "Usako! You look incredible," he said. She smiled happily, bringing her things inside. After he closed the door, he looked her over once more. "I'm not sure I want to go out now," he said. "This does remind me though, I've heard a few people say they thought I was dating a kid." "Well, they won't think that tonight," she said, pressing herself against him and kissing him. As she stepped back, he ran his hands along her arms. Coming to her wrists, he noticed the ring on her finger. "Is this some sort of subtle hint?" he asked. She blushed, her eyes briefly falling to the floor. "Ah, no. The transformation pen, ahm, supplied that on its own," she stammered. "I didn't ask for it, Mamo-chan, but, uh, I can't seem to get it off. I certainly don't want to pressure you like that. Perhaps I'd better undo the transformation and try again." Mamoru thought for a moment, then grinned. "No. Let's leave it. Give the people at the party something to talk about." "Really? You're sure?" "Of course. It won't do any harm," he told her. "Besides, when you're a little older, I might very well give you a ring quite like that one, for real." "Oh, and of course I will accept it gladly," she said, a happy tear forming in her eye. They kissed again, long and passionately. "But remember, this time is fantasy. The real thing won't happen until we're both older," he said. She nodded. He slipped a sport coat on over his turtleneck and gray slacks. Usagi slipped her arm into his and they walked out the door. - - - - - - - - - - As expected, Usagi had made quite an impression at the party when she entered on Mamoru's arm. Most of the guys had quickly looked her up and down, imaginations filling in the details that her body-hugging outfit concealed. Before she could feel seriously embarrassed at such ogling, she noticed the guys all then looked at Mamoru enviously. Now beaming at the unspoken compliments, she held him tighter, and looked up at him adoringly, letting them all know that he belonged to her and she belonged to him. Several of the women in the room had promptly looked at Mamoru, but their eyes had almost immediately shifted to her, then looked away with a scowl. Usagi realized they were noticing her ring. Happily rubbing it in, she brought her left hand up with a slow, exaggerated gesture and brushed her hair back slightly. 'That's right, girls. He's all mine,' she thought with pleasure, no longer the slightest bit upset with the transformation pen's mistake. Mamoru began to catch on to Usagi's little act. With a smile, he drew her into his arms and kissed her. "At this rate, we'll be lucky to get out of here tonight without announcing a date," he whispered in her ear. "I don't mind," she whispered back, playfully. The band was already playing, so he steered her directly out onto the dance floor, simply waving at several friends who were trying to get his attention. During the course of the evening, he introduced her around. Usagi found the conversations difficult. She had to be vague about herself, and couldn't talk with them about university life. A few had asked about their apparent engagement, but both she and Mamoru had carefully evaded such questions. Finally, Mamoru moved her off to a corner of the room. "Are you getting bored?" he asked. She looked up and him and shook her head, not wanting to disappoint him. "I'm sorry, Usako," he said, seeing right into her. "Maybe we should call it a night." "I don't want you to feel you have to leave early," she insisted. "It's not a problem," he assured her. "I'm not that big into parties, anyway. Besides, I can think of some much more enjoyable activities to spend the evening on, just the two of us." "Oooh, I like the sound of that!" she whispered. "Then let's excuse ourselves, and head home." - - - - - - - - - - They returned to his apartment. As soon as the door closed behind them and they had kicked off their shoes, Usagi placed her hand over her disguised brooch, letting the guinzuishou's energy wash through her in preparation for what was to come. Mamoru held her other hand, and as soon as the glow began to fade, he drew her into the room. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, his tongue reaching deep into her mouth while his hands swept over her fabulous body. "Usako," he sighed. "I must say, I really kind of liked letting those people think you're my fiancee." "I liked it too, Mamo-chan," she said. "It was fun showing those other girls that you're spoken for." He kissed her again, pressing his hips forward against her. "You seemed to be showing off a bit, yourself." "Just letting your friends see that you definitely are not dating some little kid," she replied, pressing her own hips forward. "They all seemed to agree that you have good taste in women." "Only where you're concerned," he said. "But you're the only that counts." He formed a rose in one hand, and softly stroked it over the bare flesh of her upper back. She gasped, then molded herself tightly against his warm body. Her hands slid underneath his jacket, and she soon stepped back to begin slipping it off of him. Now free of the jacket, he brushed the rose under her chin, then moved very slowly down her neck. She trembled at the exquisitely light, feathery touch. Moving down across her breastbone, he went around her disguised brooch, only to teasingly brush across the top of her cleavage. "Mamo-chan," she gasped. He could now see her nipples, hard and erect, pressing against the fabric of her top. As he slid the rose farther down between her breasts, he squeezed one of her nipples through the fabric with his free hand. Usagi moaned his name, her body already on fire for him. Her womanhood was hot and wet, with her fluid starting to soak through her panties, while her nipples were hard and incredibly sensitive. She longed to be naked, with nothing touching her flesh but him. He reached up and unfastened her necklace, putting it and the disguised brooch down on the table. Next, he placed his hands at her waist and began sliding her top up. As the top came away, he gasped softly at her breasts. In his view, her breasts were already perfection, but now subtly enhanced by the transformation pen to show a few more years of maturity, they were absolutely striking. Fighting back the urge to simply fall on those two beautiful mounds and begin feasting on them, he slowly circled one with the rose, gradually moving in toward the nipple. As the rose stroked her breast, she grasped his shirt, working it free from his pants. The soft touch of the rose was sending waves of pleasure sweeping through her. She seemed to lose connection with her hands as he approached her nipple, then brushed it repeatedly. "Oh, Mamo-chan." Unable to bear it anymore, he pressed his mouth to hers, letting their tongues dance together passionately. At the same time, his hands moved to the waistband of her skirt, grasping her panties at the same time, sliding them down and letting them drop to the floor. Her hands pushed up on his shirt, and he finally stepped back to let her pull it away. She quickly grasped his belt, unbuckling it then pulling down his pants. After he had slipped off his socks, she took his hand and pulled him towards his bedroom. Kneeling down in front of him, Usagi pulled down his boxers, promptly taking his hard, erect member in her hand and caressing it. "Oh, Usako," he sighed, nearly swept away with pleasure. She leaned in and licked the full length of his hardness. Just as she felt his body tremble in response, she could feel her own intense longing. "Mamo-chan, I can't wait any longer," she said, her voice thick with desire. They pulled down the covers, and she lay down. He moved over her, kissing her lips, then moving down to kiss her nipples. "Oh, please!" she gasped. He again pressed his mouth to hers, while bringing his manhood up to her soft, wet folds. She embraced him tightly with her arms and legs, and he could hear a happy sigh from the back of her throat as his tip spread her nether lips open and he began to move inside. Knowing each other now so well, her hips thrust up just as he pushed forward, burying his member fully inside the warm loving embrace of her womanhood in one smooth motion. As their mouths separated, she cried out in purest joy. It was the most wonderful experience as two bodies became one, as their souls were already one. Passion drove them on, pushing them to a fast pace. Their movements pumped his throbbing manhood up and down within her, while more of her fluid made its way down to lubricate their love-making. With a sharp thrust, he shifted position slightly, increasing the pressure on her swollen jewel. As her nerves were set on fire with pleasure, a cry of ecstasy burst from her mouth. So consumed by pleasure was she as they continued to stroke up and down, that she was only vaguely aware of his lips coming down over hers once more and his tongue slipping into her. Her arms and legs tightened their hold on him as she sought to wrap herself up in his warmth. Once again, she completely amazed him with the power of her love and passion. How an orphan like himself should come to know the love of such an exquisitely beautiful and caring girl was something he would never fully understand, and for which he would never stop giving thanks. Their kisses grew shorter but more intense, as did their gasps and cries of passion. Again and again they thrust together, her muscles perfectly synchronized with his own. Within her, his penis was throbbing more forcefully. As they let passion simply run its course, both could feel the impending climax. With each thrust, the pull of her inner muscles was growing harder, just as he seemed to be driving himself deeper into her. Uncontrollably, they screamed each other's name repeatedly. On the next motion, her every muscle spasmed sharply, just as his body convulsed and he began to pour himself up inside her. As she released, and he emptied himself, they clung together tightly, before letting themselves go limp. He kissed her softly. "Usako, I love you so much," he whispered. A soft, contented sigh was her only response as she dozed beneath his warm body. Soon, he very gently slipped himself out of her and pulled the covers up. Snuggling close to her, he opened his mind, reaching out for her. After only a few moments, he could sense her vague, disjointed thoughts as she sank deeper into sleep. 'I love you, my darling Usako,' he whispered into her thoughts as he too drifted off to sleep. - - - - - - - - - - Mamoru awoke first. As he became more alert, he realized their minds were still connected. Clearing his own mind in an effort not to wake her, he lay next to this beautiful young woman, simply admiring her. The feelings of love swelling within him slowly caused her to stir. Her eyes blinked open and she looked at him, confused to be hearing his thoughts, but soon realizing what was going on. They had shared the same dream that night, in which they had been sitting on a grassy hillside enjoying the sunset and each other. He had produced a ring very much like that fashioned by the transformation pen, and asked her to marry him. With tears flowing from her eyes, she had accepted, afterwhich they had sealed their engagement with passionate love-making. Seeing her eyes sparkling with love and joy, he leaned closer and kissed her lips, softly reminding her that the proposal was only in their dream. Carefully, he pulled back with his mind, letting their connection fade back to its more subliminal level. "That was amazing," she whispered. "You are amazing," he said, kissing her again. "I meant sharing thoughts and dreams like that." "I know," he said. "It showed me something I already knew." "What's that?" she asked. "You're as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside." Now it was her turn to kiss him. - - - - - - - - - - Before breakfast, Usagi had retrieved her transformation pen and returned herself to normal, which had put her hair back into the usual odangos and pigtails. Her gaze had lingered for a moment on her left hand, which no longer sported the engagement ring. "You alright?" he asked, knowing what was on her mind. "Yeah, I guess so." He slipped an arm around her shoulder, drawing her naked body to his own. "It was the ring, wasn't it? You had the chance... Well, *we* had the chance to pretend that it was real, that we were older. Now we're back to reality, and you're missing the dream." She looked up at him. He nodded. "I'm missing the dream too, Usako. I wanted it to be real, us to be older, because after our visits it just tears me up inside when you have to go home, and I'm left to return to an empty apartment until whenever the next time might come around." "Oh, Mamo-chan," she cried, pressing herself to him. "Don't worry, my Usako," he said softly. "We'll make it. We love each other too much not to. And when we are older, I will be giving you a ring, for real." She looked up at him, her large blue eyes still marred by tears, but a smile beginning to grace her lips. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. "Mamo-chan, I love you," she sighed, clinging to him tightly. "I love you," he answered. "And we still have the whole weekend to be together." * * * * * * * * * * * * NOTE: In reading all those wonderful stories of romantic get-togethers between Usagi and Mamoru, I've come to wonder what these two must go through when those each come to an end. They are certainly not like normal teenagers on a date, but are close enough to almost be husband and wife already, if not for the age problem. It must be remembered that, while Usagi's maturity level likely increases while she's with Mamoru, she is still only a teenager. To make it a little easier, I choose the accidental engagement ring as my plot device, since we already know Usagi dreams of marrying Mamoru, and that she would certainly have a hard time at the end of having played out such a fantasy. Always remember, good gentles, that a yarnspinner works from and within existing legends and stories. The characters of "Sailor Moon" belong to others. In spinning my yarns, I do not seek to infringe on their rights of ownership, but merely to join with other fans to spread the legend still further. "The moonlight carries a message of love." Enjoy.