At 11:35 PM 2/1/97 -0600, you wrote:

Sean sat up, blinking.  How did he get here?  All he could remember was
sending an email to the FFML when suddenly....

        Curious... why Sean.  Nice choice, by the way, but curious 
nevertheless.

Sean blinked.  What?

        Good opening that... nice dialog.  Ya still got it, Richard.

Her voice began to echo in the strangest way.  "Moon Cosmic Power!"  Her
clothes disappeared, which Sean didn't mind, 

        You little pervert, you... 

but her body was covered
with a blue haze, which disappointed him.  

        I'll bet  <---- [Note: Much sarcasm here.]

She began twirling around as
music played in the background.  Clothes began slowly to appear and form
around her.  

        How slowly, Richard  (Is it getting warm in here?)

When she stopped twirling, she standing in an extremely
stupid pose, wearing a skirt of a lenght last seen in the late 60's.

        Whoh nelly, look out Sean....  This fic has just been rated PG-17.
(BTW, I'm not buying the blue haze bit.  I know how you write ;-) )

Suddenly, it struck him.  He was in the Sailor Moon universe.  Worse, he
was in the dub.

        Hey!  Better than trying to read all those damn subtitles that
clutter the screen and detract from the animation... or 'action', if you
know what I mean.  [wink, wink, nudge, nudge]

Sean turned around to see a guy in a Tuxedo standing atop a nearby
telephone pole.  "You can do it, Sailor Moon!  All you have to do is
believe in yourself!"

Sean growled.  "Gee, buddy, that's helpful.  Why don't you try throwing
something useful like a knife or a grenade or something.  What are you
trying to do with that rose - arrange me to death?"

        Very nice... Martial Arts Flower Arranging.


*********** WARNING!  HENTAI ALERT FROM HERE ON... *************

"I am Sailor Moon!"  Sean turned to see the silly girl glaring at him. 
"I stand for love and justice.  In the name of the moon, I will..."

        What, what, you'll do what?????
        Sheeeesh, you just stripped naked in front of Sean...

Sean had had enough.  

        Well, not yet, anyway.

He picked up the rose and threw it at her.  His
throw was amazingly accurate; the rose hit her in the mouth as she was
pontificating.  He had the pleasure of simultaneously seeing her look
surprised and shutting her up.

        If Sean had any sense at all he'd be all over this babe.

She spat out the rose, coughed up a few petals, then growled at him. 
"That's it!  You're going down."

        Oh, she wants to be on top...

She reached up and grabbed her tiara.  She began to twirl around as the
tiara began to glow.

        Into kinky toys [nod] yes... this is getting good.

Sean shook his head.  He walked up to her, grabbed one of her long pony
tails, and held it as she twirled.  By the time she was done, she had
managed to wrap herself up quite nicely in her own hair.  The tiara
dropped from her hand onto the ground.

        Into bondage [quickly nod-nod] Yes, very good....

"That's enough, Serena."  Sean shook his finger at her.

Her eyes grew wide.  "How did you know my secret identity?"

Sean spluttered.  "Secret identity?  Really, how many people in the
world do you think are stupid enough to wear their hair like that?"

        Not to mention running around in high heel boots with her
ass hanging out like that.

She began to struggle.  "Let me go, nasty creature, before I...."

        .... grab something of yours, maybe...

Sean grabbed her other pony tail and gagged her with it.  Satisfied, he
pushed her to the ground and watched her squirm.

        Ah, now getting rough... [nod, again, very fast] 
(Kun-chan, you're on.)  Cue the S&M special effects.  

        WHAT? NO RUBBER?  Get with it, Richard!

After a while, he turned to see the tuxedo guy - what was his name? 
Darren?  No, that was Bewitched...  Darien, that was it - with his mouth
agape.  "How... how did you do that?  What evil magic do you possess?"

        Wait till he gets a look at the 'wand'.

Sean snorted.  "Well, it isn't like you tried to stop me, is it?"

        No, but he IS debating joining in...  (He's read Lawson before.)

"We'll stop you!" 

Sean turned to see four more girls in the same silly outfits standing
together.

Sean sighed and started towards them.

        Yes, group sex.... [noding has become a blur] very, very nice.
(Ah, Kun-chan, we no longer need you.  Thank you.  Leave your name at the
desk on your way home and we'll let you know.)

(The rest is left as an exercise for the reader).

        Now... If you'd just taken this approach to your last 'Ranma gets
it on with another guy' fic we could have all been spared two weeks of
gay/lesbo/christianity/whatever debate on the ML.  ^_-

-- 
-Richard
sterman@sprynet.com

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        And some of his fantasies, we presume.

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        - Greg
        (Drunk on his ass and going to bed now... alone.  Damnit Kun-chan,
I meant YOUR HOME!  Go bother Jimbo.)