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Self-Scouting	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: Sailor Moon > General Views: 1058 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or any of its related properties, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: I'm using the dub names (I just like Serena way better than Usagi, and Darien over Mamoru; I'm ambivalent on Lita/Makoto). I've aged all of the girls up a bit, to 16-17. Otherwise, this story doesn't take place at any particular point within "canon."
As noted in the warnings, this story is completely written. I plan to post a new chapter each week for the next few weeks until each of the Scouts has gotten her chapter in the spotlight.
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Chapter 1: By Moonlight
-WD, M/F (implied), Oral (implied)

            Serena awakened to a darkened room, with only the comforting silvery light of the moon streaming through the window. Reaching over to her clock, she pressed the button to illuminate the face. Four in the morning, she grumbled internally. At least I don’t have school in the… in a few hours.
            Why did I have to wake up at this hour? Heat rose to her cheeks. Especially in the middle of that dream I was having…
            The fragmented images flashed through her mind: Making out with Darien on a divan, feeling his lips trail along her skin, leaving goosebumps in her wake. Her own mouth responding in kind. Their hands roaming, shifting fabric in various ways to expose more skin for their lips and tongues to taste.
            Serena rolled over, trying not to dwell on the dream. Beyond just images, the dream had presented sound, in the form of Darien’s soft sighs and whispered encouragements; smell, in the form of Darien’s thoroughly masculine musk; and taste, in the salt of his sweat as her mouth wandered aimlessly over his chest. In terms of touch, she still felt the ghostly impressions of his mouth and hands all over her body.
            The more she tried not to focus on that, however, the less she could think about anything else.
            A glance at the window still revealed Luna curled into a ball, fast asleep. Luna told me that Darien and I had been together in our past lives as Princess Serenity and Prince Endymion. What if that dream wasn’t a dream… but a memory?
            Serena’s thighs rubbed together. More images flooded into her mind, each one lewder than the last. Desire, raw and primal, roiled inside her and pooled in her belly.
            No… lower.
            I feel so hot all over. I’m having trouble breathing normally. Panting, she kicked off the sheets.
            The things she dreamed, or remembered, made Serena’s head spin. Darien pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers, sending shocks of pleasure all throughout her body. He took one of them into his mouth, suckling, swirling the stiffened peak with his tongue, eliciting a full-throated moan of delight.
            Serena clapped a hand over her mouth, but it was too late.
            Luna’s head popped up, her ears at full attention. “Serena? Are you alright?”
            “Y-Yes,” she managed to reply, hoping against hope that her voice didn’t betray her. “Just… having a weird dream. A… A giant-bug-man was trying to eat me with his tail, but his tail opened up like a funnel and was trying to slurp me up like a vacuum cleaner.”
            Serena didn’t make this up on the spot – she’d had that weird dream about a month ago.
            “Quite strange,” replied the cat in a sleepy voice. She stretched, splaying her toe-beans to the maximum degree. “Try to go back to sleep, alright? Some of us need our beauty rest.”
            You’re a cat, Serena wanted to argue. You sleep like twenty hours a day. How much “beauty rest” do you need?
            Aloud, she said instead, “I’ll do my best. Night, Luna.”
            Serena waited a few minutes to hear Luna’s kitty-snores. I can’t risk waking her again. Or worse, my parents. Or even worse, my little brother.
            The dream-memories didn’t relent, however. Darien continued to kiss his way down her stomach, over her hips onto her thighs. They’re too chubby, she protested silently, and I’m so flat-chested – not even a B-cup. Would you really choose me over Mars and her traditional-style beauty? Or Venus, who looks like me, but with much better hair, bigger boobs, and toned, athletic legs?
            As if in response, dream-Darien spread her legs apart. Before Serena could protest, he leaned in a dragged his rough, lithe tongue along her most sensitive flesh. She barely managed to bury her face into her pillow to stifle her squeal of pleasure.
            Raye had, not infrequently, criticized her for being such a loudmouth; and this situation seemed no exception.
            Pleasure surged throughout Serena’s body as Darien’s tongue continued its work between her legs. Now on her stomach, she grinded against the mattress, hoping to relieve the tension she felt building deep inside her. This had the opposite effect, however; the tension transformed into a self-strengthening pressure that blotted out all else with its blinding intensity.
            It feels like I’m about to explode. Or worse, relieve myself all over the bed, she worried. Serena wasn’t completely naïve. She’d felt aroused before, but never to this degree. Another groan escaped her, again fortunately muffled by the pillow.
            Just as Serena approached what felt like some sort of limit, the pleasure subsided when dream-Darien stopped. Now Serena whined in frustration at the cessation of the intensely pleasurable sensations. “Noooo,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop nooooowwww!”
            Now the dream-memory shifted. Serena saw herself as Princess Serenity, kneeling beside the divan, easing Darien’s… thing… into her mouth before bobbing her head up and down the length of it. She could also feel dream-Darien’s hands enveloping her signature hair-buns and keeping the long tails out of her way. His supple stiffness felt strangely pleasant in her mouth, along with a flavor she could only describe as “musky.”
            What really surprised her was that she liked the taste. This excited her, to pleasure the man she loved in this fashion. I wonder if this feels as good to him as what he was doing felt to me?
            Dream-Darien’s own half-remembered groans seemed to indicate the affirmative.
            Back within reality, Serena panted and writhed, mewling with need unfulfilled. She wanted more. She wanted him.
            Dream-Darien seemed to understand this, as the dream-memory shifted once more. Serena found herself lying on the largest, fanciest bed she’d ever seen, with four posts and curtains of silvery gauze all around. Before she could begin to appreciate the softness of the mattress and the sheets, dream-Darien had climbed atop her and smoothly entered her.
            Serena squealed into her pillow once more at the pleasure surging through her. She felt deliciously full inside, and complete in a way she’d never known she’d been missing. Is this what sex really feels like?
            As if on cue, dream-Darien began moving his hips. Each thrust left Serena reeling with pleasure even more intense than what she’d felt before. Her hips responded in kind, grinding harder and harder against the bed.
            As the pressure inside her built back to its previous heights, Serena kept screaming into her pillow. Part of her wished she didn’t have to, that she could freely give voice to what she felt. Her hips kept grinding, finding just the right rhythm, speed, and pressure to chase this feeling of something building within her – something she desperately wanted, or needed, but didn’t have a name for.
            Suddenly, the tension inside her snapped, giving way to a mind-numbing burst of bliss, so powerful it curled her toes. Serena howled into her pillow again and again as the pleasure pulsed through her. Dream-Darien groaned, and Serena felt his manhood pulsing, coating her insides with something particularly warm and… gooey, maybe?
            Once the intense pleasure burst subsided, Serena remained on her stomach, face buried into her pillow. Her body trembled with aftershocks of whatever had just happened. She turned her head away from the pillow to gasp greedily for air.
            Gonna have a hard time looking Darien in the eye without blushing from now on, she mused dazedly.
            Now spent, she began drifting off, back to Crystal Tokyo and her lost lover in her dreams.

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Luna sat in the windowsill, staring out into the night where the full moon hung in the sky, resplendent in all her glory. Her tail lashed in agitation as she tried not to dwell on what she’d just witnessed. Even with Serena muffling her noises, Luna’s sharp feline hearing had left no doubt what had just happened – her first orgasm.
“I just wish you’d had a little more time,” she muttered to herself, “before the memories of Princess Serenity’s… rendezvouses… with Prince Endymion returned in force. I wanted you and Darien to form a relationship on your own terms, not one based on memories of a past life.”
She sighed and turned to face the reincarnated moon princess now softly snoring in her bed. The scents of sweat and arousal radiated off the teenaged girl, all too noticeable to Luna’s feline nose. “I just hope you don’t rush into things you’re not ready for…
“Again.”
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