By this time, I still haven't posted the first lemon.  By this 
time, I still haven't gotten any reaction or comment on my lemon-fic 
writing skills.  By this time, my gums have swollen to the size of a 
chicken egg and is now probably be filled with infected yellow pus and 
sludge and goo which could explode anytime in the next ten minutes.  In 
other words, I really don't care right now if this sucks, I'm not 
particularly good at writing solo lemons, and Ami's the most boring 
senshi I know, and I still have no idea what's suppose to happen with 
this fic, I'll just write this as I go along.


A Sailor Senshi Artificially-flavored, Non-carcinogenic Lemon, enriched 
with Vitamin C.

Lunar Urge 1.5
"Alone in the Mizuno Estate"
by Nikholas "NomaD" F. Toledo


	Sailormoon is a copyright and trademark of some Japanese persons 
with really cool jobs whose names I still can't remember.  This 
Sailormoon fic is based on the time right after the first season, in 
other words, Chibi Usa isn't here yet, it'll just be the five senshis.

	I am NomaD... I am coming... I am near.

	"Creamy Lemon" is a copyright of Fairy Dust.  Probably one of the 
oldest hentai flicks ever made.

	Special thanks to Switch, Keeper of the Zu for the prodding.  This 
one's for him coz he likes Ami very much.

Note :  If you have a copy of my first fic then just read the "Note :" 
there, I'm trying to save space.

Let us begin...

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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! 
CONTAINS STUFF YOU'D USUALLY HIDE FROM YOUR MOTHER...
If you're still reading this then you probably didn't listen, I don't 
know anybody who actually listens to lemon warnings so why the hell do we 
lemon writers bother?  Why am I babbling?
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	Summer.  The heat was at its most intense: noon time.  Warm air 
rose over concrete and sweat poured out of skin pores.  Rubber rolled 
over concrete and a grey four-door sedan rolled off from a garage.  A 
pair of hands waved from the inside, accompanied by a pair of smiles and 
two pairs of blue staring eyes.  A hand answered back from the outside.  
The passenger window rolled down...

	"Bye, honey, we'll be back before dinner, there's some noodles in 
the kitchen if you get hungry, you can squeeze a bunch of fresh lemons or 
something... take care of yourself, honey..."

	"I'll be all, right mom, don't worry about me.  You guys enjoy 
yourselves... Bye!"

      She watched the car as it drove over a slope and disappeared.  
Staring up, she could not spot a single cloud in the sky.  It is indeed a 
hot day, she thought to herself as she wiped the sweat off her forehead 
with her arm.  This did not do her any good, for her arm was sweating, 
too.  She squinted as the sweat flowed down to her eyes and stung her.  
She brought her hands up her short, blue hair and breathed in the dry 
air.

	"Maybe a bath will do me good..."

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      A light neoclassical symphony filled the air alongside the 
splashing sound of a filling tub.  Steam rose from the tub, fogging the 
glass panels in the bathroom.  Fair, slender fingers dipped to stroke the 
water, pulling them out upon contact.

      "Ow!  Too hot..."

      A twist of a knob brought an icy shower down on the pool.  She 
again placed her hand in the tub and sighed in an unexpected sensual 
manner.

      "Mmm... this is perfect..."

      Already, she had her eyes closed, thinking of the numerous 
possibilities that she can do in this house, let alone this bath.  She 
blushed a bit as she realized that she was getting wet between her legs.

      "<Giggle> Not now... we've got the whole day ahead of us..."

	She picked out a pink, plastic bottle among other bottles piled at 
one corner of the tub.  She squeezed the bottle's contents into the water 
and the pink goo swirled lazily in the liquid.  She began agitating the 
water, foaming up the liquid.

	The atmosphere then changed when a CD player whirred itself in 
search of the next track.  The symphony was replaced by a lazy, romantic 
violin and piano concerto that almost resembled a slow and more teasing 
version of the tango.

	She undid the knot of her robe and let it slide to the floor.  She 
stepped into the tub very slowly.  As the tip of her foot made contact 
with the water, a sudden rush of electricity crept to her thighs up to 
her spine.  The warmth of the water made her shiver in excitement.

	"Ooh!  That felt good."

	Placing both feet in the water, she slowly slid her body into the 
warm caress.  A gasp escaped her when her genitals touched the water.  
But she regained herself and lowered her body once more.  A folded towel 
awaited her head on the edge of the tub.  She closed her eyes and took a 
moment in taking in the warm, relaxing feeling.

      She began lathering a washcloth with soap while thinking of the 
things she could do for the rest of the day.  She regretted not coming 
with Bunny to Rei's place, but her parents needed some time-off and she 
didn't mind taking care of the house for one day... she didn't mind at 
all.

	"I'm sure the girls won't mind my not being there, but this isn't 
the first time.  Besides, what's one senshi less?"

	She slid the washcloth along her arm and let the silky bubbles 
slide to her shoulder.  After doing the same to the other arm, she 
wondered which part of her anatomy would she wash next.  But staring 
straight up front showed the obvious as a pair of breasts with pinkish 
nipples floated above the water like two bobbing, gigantic, silken 
icebergs of flesh.  She bit her lip, stifling a giggle, as she realized 
her own idiocy.

      "And, in a way, I'm glad (oh, so glad) I stayed home.  After all, 
whatever they're doing at Rei's house couldn't possibly be half as 
exciting as what I'm about to do..."

	On that cue, she placed the cloth on her chest and rubbed it on her 
entire mammary area.  Suds and bubbles formed and slid from her nipples 
down to her mountains of flesh and finally into the bubbly water.  She 
held the washcloth about a foot above her chest and squeezed.  The soapy 
water dribbled and trickled across her torso and flowed down her 
cleavage.  She squinted as some of the liquid splattered on her face.  
She grabbed a blue plastic bottle of body shampoo with her other hand.  
Placing the washcloth on the side of the tub, she uncapped the shampoo 
and turned it up-side-down above her breasts.  She was about to squeeze 
but she stopped midway as a thought occurred to her.

	"Wait!  Who am I gonna fanta... er, visualize?  Well, there's 
Mamoru, but he's not exactly my type;  Bunny can keep him.  But I don't 
know any other man... except... but he's no Fabio, he's a bit... ?!?  
That's it, Fabio... Ooh, Fabio... come to me you big hunk of a man..."

	She slowly opened her eyes while keeping a picture of the 
pocketbook hunk in her mind.  She didn't know what could've caused it, it 
might have been the heat from earlier or the steam in the bath, but 
whatever it was, it sure perked her imagination pretty well.

      There in front of her was a man, who was more than a man.  He had 
the sexiest blond hair and a smile to die for.  His signature was all 
there - the white, sleeved shirt tucked in black, leather tights.  The 
shirt opened up front and revealed his bare, hairless chest.  From 
somewhere in the bathroom, wind suddenly blew into the tub to complete 
the desired effect as his hair tossed to one side by the sudden gust.

	Between his legs was a blushing, blue-haired Mizuno.  She bit her 
finger in that innocent school girl kind of way but this was just to play 
along.  The muscle-bound blonde knelt down pinning Ami between his 
thighs.  He was grinning ear to ear and for a really good reason.  Ami 
just stared, wide-eyed, at his crotch area just inches from her face.  
She could actually see and feel the cock throbbing on her cleavage.  She 
smacked her lips and thought of the many wonderful stuff she could do, if 
only her arms weren't pinned.

	"Yum."
	
	"Mizuno?  Ami Mizuno?"

	"Um, yes?  That would be me..."

	He looked at her with a gaze that melted her virginity.  He began 
undoing the rest of his shirt buttons.

	"You've been a bad girl, Ami Mizuno.  A very bad girl, Santa said 
that you won't get any presents this year.  Instead, he sent me to give 
you some spanking."

	"Oh, Fabio, spank me good, really good.  I've been a very, very bad 
girl."

	Fabio started unbuttoning and zipping down his pants.  Ami could 
not help cooing and "mmm"ing at the sight.  Ever so slowly, he zipped the 
pants down but after doing so, realized that he couldn't get his pants 
off without letting his frail captive go.  He took a moment to ponder the 
situation.

	"Looks like you'll have to let me go, hey big guy?"

      Fabio could tell that she was teasing and so he raised his hand and 
wagged his finger in an "I don't think so" expression.  He grabbed each 
thigh of his pants with each hand and just ripped the fabric off exposing 
enormous thigh muscles and a pulsing manhood under silk underwear.

	"Ooh, how manly..."

	"It gets manlier.  A lot manlier..."

	Ami did a quick estimate and guessed it to be close to five inches.

	"How much is a lot?"

	"Oh, two to three inches more manlier..."

	Gulp.  "Uh, wow, that's a mouthful..."

	"Bottoms up!"

	Without warning, Fabio grabbed Ami's breasts and started a slow, 
teasing massage.  Ami yelped in surprise from the sudden sensation.  But 
she relaxed and closed her eyes enjoying the moment.  The big blonde 
worked on Ami's breasts, twirling his fingers on the young girl's 
nipples.  Ami managed to stifle a giggle.

	"Stop that, I'm very ticklish there..."

	"So much the better."

      The big man then began pinching a nipple while he kneaded his 
captive's other breast.  Ami's body convulsed at the sudden rush of mixed 
pain and pleasure.  She bit her lower lip and she started to drool 
involuntarily.  As she realized that saliva was trickling down her chin, 
she suddenly flushed in embarrassment.  Fabio could only smile.

	"Gosh, look at what you made me do."

	"Your face is red, don't be shy, I think it's cute the way you 
salivate for the need of my hot, burning flesh..."

	"Oh, just shut up and work on my breasts more..."

	"Yes, ma'am."

	Continuing his work on the girl's breast, Ami wondered what 
happened to his other hand but her question was answered by the sudden 
sensation of something rubbing her inner thighs.

	"Ooh, that's it, Fabio, baby, do me there, please..."

	Even underwater, Fabio could still feel that distinct kind of 
wetness surrounding the outskirts of Ami's second lips.  He began probing 
the inner lips with two fingers while simultaneously kneading Ami's right 
breast.  His rhythm on Ami's breast was in sync with his probing in her 
love canal.  There was nothing Ami could do but moan and arc her back 
under all his weight.  He doubled his efforts on the nice, young pussy 
and he took his other hand and placed a finger in Ami's mouth.  Ami tried 
to simulate a blowjob, salivating all over the big man's finger, but Ami 
was concentrating too much on the constant barrage between her legs.

	Still not satisfied, Fabio inserted one more finger but it was so 
tight now that he could barely put it in.  She was tense, this he could 
sense.  Her muscles were too contracted; he had to distract her somehow.

	"Oh, Ami, look what I've got for you..."

      Pausing on Ami's breast, the embossed cover model ripped his last 
piece of garment to reveal an enormous throbbing cock.  Without warning, 
he tried to push it in Ami's little mouth: only about four inches went 
in.  Ami thought her lips were going to crack at the girth of Fabio's 
love machine.  She wanted so much to grab it in her hands and pump it but 
she still could not break free.  The man sensed that this made her relax 
more as she had something to play with.  He could feel Ami's tongue 
trying to work its way around his big, pulsating cock.  He could hardly 
keep his concentration while her tongue swirled around his pride and joy.  
Alas, he finally got to insert his third finger and he could see from 
Ami's face that she wanted to scream at the tightness but right now she 
had bigger problems.  Fabio's dick was now glistening in saliva as it 
pumped inside Ami's mouth.  He rammed half of its length down her throat 
while thrusting his fingers inside her love canal, making sure to rub her 
clit while he was at it.  He could feel his body starting to tense as the 
pressure built up in that familiar manner.  He grabbed Ami's hair with 
his free hand and tried to shove his entire manhood down his partner's 
innocent lips.  Ami thought she would choke and fall unconscious, but she 
made sure that she'd work him up good and make him come before she does 
faint.

      The tub was now a mixture of water, soap, juice, and sweat as the 
two glistening, naked bodies pumped in a very upbeat rhythm.  The man 
pushed his dick in the woman's mouth, bucking like a cowboy riding a 
bull, he felt that any moment now he would have to give.  The woman tried 
desperately to arc her back under all that weight.  She, too, could feel 
herself starting to give.

      With a cry and a stifled shriek, they came at the same time.  From 
between Ami's legs, her love honey mixed with the water.  Fabio never 
bothered taking out his fingers from her pussy; he could feel the stress 
crawl out of his body as his own juice started to squirt out of his cock 
and in Ami's throat.

	Ami could feel the big man's juice hit the back of her throat.  It 
was so silky and smooth inside her mouth.  It was so much that her mouth 
couldn't keep it all in, some dribbled down her lips but still she tried 
to take it all in.  She could taste his manliness, it tasted like... 
like... soap... no, more like shampoo... sham... puh... SHLAMPLOOH?!?

      Ami tried to recall her situation.  She was alone in the tub, one 
hand was inside her pussy while the other was holding a bottle of 
shampoo.  The long, slender neck of the container was shoved in her mouth 
while a silky, pearly, blue liquid trickled from her mouth down to her 
breasts.  Her mouth was also overflowing with bubbles.  It took her a 
second before she took this all in.

	"ACK!  Eew!  Yuck!  <Cough, cough>  Ptui!  I hope I don't get sick 
on this thing..."

	Her already red and tired face blushed some more as she tried to 
remember her little fantasy.

	"Oh, wow, Fabio's a good dream guy, I should remember this next 
time..."

      She stood up and unplugged the drain.  She got a towel and rubbed 
herself off.  When she got to her womanhood, she could feel it pulsing 
and expended.  She looked at the bathroom clock, it was a little past 
two.

	"One hour?!?  Oh, shit, I really worked myself out..."

	The last of the tub water finally drained.  What remained was the 
leftover from Ami's little fantasy world...

	"What a mess, maybe I should clean this up first."

      After mopping up the bath, Ami got dressed in night clothes.  She 
wore a pair of pink shorts and a very thin shirt that her father didn't 
allow for her to wear outside.  She figured that since she's not going 
anywhere, she might as well dress this way; it'll save her time later, 
anyway.  Suddenly, she felt a pang in her tummy.

	"Hmm, it's gonna sound weird but it seems that I could use some 
cucumber chips and a tall glass of lemon juice right now."

	She immediately went downstairs to the kitchen.  She got herself a 
glass and a bunch of lemons from the fruit basket.  She then prepared a 
plate to place the cucumbers in.  She opened the fridge door and a rush 
of cold air greeted her thin PJ's in the entrance of its icy domain.  For 
a moment, she lost herself in the rush of ecstasy.

	"Oh, wow, what a rush..."

	She still had her eyes closed while savoring the moment of the open 
fridge.  She hung on the door like a limp rag doll, too exhilarated to 
react to anything.

      Shaking her head to her senses, she tried to focus on the matter at 
hand.

      "Cucumbers..."

      She picked a pair of juicy-looking cucumbers and a jar of mayo.  
She was already closing the door when a familiar longing came to her... 
between her legs.  She could feel an imaginary presence on her shoulder, 
it was the image of a super-deformed Sailor Mercury who was dressed in 
red instead of blue.  The little figure was leaning very close to her 
ear.

      "Go ahead, Ami, you know you want it.  It'll only be for a few 
minutes.  Besides, you might not be able to get a chance to do it 
later..."

      She hesitated, but only for a moment.  She grabbed the thicker 
cucumber from her plate and, as she did this, the little senshi on her 
shoulder poofed out with a smile.

      She opened the door once more.  Once again, she was engulfed in the 
sudden, chilly ecstasy.  But this time, she made no attempt to resist.

      The icy vapors seemed caress her as they moved and found their way 
thru the crevices and openings of Ami's clothing.  Like hands stricken 
with frostbite, the cold grabbed her breasts ever so gently and yet so 
securely.

      She could feel her own nipples perk up as it greeted the touch of 
her icy companion.  The chilly draft between her legs made her want to 
pee and orgasm at the same time.  She chose the latter.

      She took off her shorts and her undies since she didn't want to 
change to a new pair any more.  She then pressed her entire nakedness 
(the shirt was so thin, she forgot about it) against the five foot mouth 
of icy breath.

      She fondled her breasts to tease herself.  She tried to imitate the 
way Fabio did it earlier in the tub.  She used her forefinger and her 
thumb from each hand and began pinching and pulling gently.  She twirled 
her fingers around her nipples a couple more times until she could feel 
herself secrete, dripping down her legs.

      Keeping one hand on her breast, she reached for the cucumber and 
began furthering her bliss.  She tried teasing herself by making the 
vegetable touch the outer part of her pussy and collect some juice at the 
same time.  She had to stop this ordeal since this took to much effort 
and was distracting her from swallowing the entire lust of the moment.  
So... she just rammed it inside her like any other ordinary teen-age girl 
in heat would.

      She gave no care for foreplay anymore.  This was now pure, carnal 
instinct taking over.

      She plunged the green penis into the deepness of her love hole.  
She held it firmly as to make sure that the vegetable wouldn't slip and 
go inside.  She gave her breasts no mercy; she wasn't just twirling her 
fingers around her nipples anymore, she was mashing her mammary glands as 
powerful as she could in the same rhythm as her makeshift dildo.

      Even in the cold, dreary air, she could feel herself sweating.  Her 
rhythm never swayed.  Vigorously, she pounded the dildo into her very 
being.  There was a sticky pool on the kitchen floor, but there was not 
stopping her.  She would be cleaning another mess but she wasn't thinking 
of that right now, she probably couldn't even if she tried.

      She felt herself drooling from the two corners of her mouth again.  
She was arcing her back to push her entire body into the fridge.  She was 
somewhat hoping that gigantic arms would hold her and a real dick would 
spring out from the fridge and ram her senses into orbit.  But fridges 
didn't do that, at least this one didn't or hasn't so far.  And so she 
had to do it the old-fashioned way.

      At last, she could feel the cramping of her belly.  She tried to 
relax, and she stopped biting her lip (which, she was surprised to find 
out, she was doing).  The long awaited gush of love honey flowed along 
the streamlined skin of the cucumber to her legs and finally to the 
floor.  She slumped back to the tiles.

      "There... <huff, sigh>"

      She laid there for a few minutes.  She brought one arm to her 
forehead to block the kitchen light from her eyes.  Her other hand was 
still where it was five minutes ago, twirling the cucumber around her 
crevice, but this was only in reflex.  She heaved another sigh and sat 
herself up.  She took a moment to recover from the quick motion, this 
seemed to upset her balance.

      "Must be from the exhaustion."

      She finally found the strength to stand up.  She surveyed the 
battlefield and smiled... at herself.  She was embarrassed by the 
situation, but she was also proud of her accomplishment.  Then she bonked 
her own head for her own silliness.

      "I must remind myself to do this again, sometime..."

      She took a another breather, after which she went off again to her 
laborious task of cleaning after herself.  After wiping the last of the 
goo off her legs and off the floor, she stared at the refrigerator.  She 
looked at it in awe and longing.  It was like staring face-to-face with a 
best friend you never knew you had all these years.  She involuntarily 
looked around the kitchen to make sure no one was spying on her.  She 
then approached their white, five-foot tall fridge... and gave it a big 
hug.

      "I shall never open you in vain again."

      Finished with her little stunt, she began chopping a cucumber into 
chips.  She grabbed the other cucumber and saw that it was still covered 
with her juice.  She thought twice, then decided to keep it whole, just 
in case of emergency.  Whatever that means.  She bonked herself once more 
for being such a perv.

---

      She slumped herself on their couch with a plate of cucumbers with 
mayo dip on one hand and a tall glass of lemonade on the other.  She 
pulled out a sofa cushion and placed it across as a makeshift table for 
the cucumbers.  She got the clicker and began channel-surfing.  She 
couldn't find a good channel to stay on, though.  Even when she clicked 
to channels with anime, all she could find were all shojo.  They weren't 
Ami's style.  She liked hardcore, sci-fi, action, not a bunch of secret 
fantasy girlie stuff; leave those things to Bunny and Minako.

      "It's those CLUMP guys again..."

      She got up in frustration and went to a bunch of tapes on top of 
the VCR.  Her eyes passed by a couple of titles.  "Creamy Lemon" caught 
her sight.  At first, she dismissed it as a cooking video, but she saw 
that it was labeled as animation.

      "Since when did we have this...?"

      Letting her curiosity get the better of her, she popped in the tape 
and played it.  She munched on her cucumber chips while waiting for the 
show.  The screen was blank at first, but, finally, rainbow colors 
swirled around the screen and the name "Fairy Dust" appeared.  The film 
seemed very old from the art and use of color but the sound was still 
good.  And, then...

      "Oh!"

      The scene opened up in an all-girls high school with dormitories.  
The plot unfolded around a bunch of really sadistic seniors picking on 
freshmen.  But, the freshmen never complained, though, even if there were 
whips and candles and ropes...

      "How... interesting.  I wonder if Bunny in the others would... no, 
probably not.  Then, I guess I'm all by myself."

      Ami once again took off her undergarments and parted her legs.  She 
rubbed the outer region of her womanhood and then her clitoris while 
massaging her breast.  The movie's dialogue, or what was left of it, 
didn't make sense to her anymore.  But, she continued watching, as one of 
the seniors strapped herself with a six-inch long dildo and rammed it on 
one of the newcomers until the freshman fell unconscious.

      "I wonder where I can get one of those?"

      Ami leaned towards the table and grabbed the cucumber she was 
saving.  It still smelled of her sweet, musky odor.  She was about to 
insert it but paused.  Her grin was too noticeable as an idea struck.

      "Let's make this even more interesting."

      Not daring to miss anything, she paused the VCR and ran upstairs to 
her room.  She rummaged in her bag and found what she was looking for.  
She raised it up eye-level and examined its length.  Its contour could 
prove to be very pleasurable.  She immediately ran downstairs holding her 
Sailor Pen in one hand.

      She stood in the middle of their living room and looked around to 
make sure nobody could see her.  Guilt and curiosity were clearly marked 
on her face.

      "I know this is only for fighting evil, but it's too good an 
opportunity to pass up.  Just this once, I promise."

      She paused for a bit as she finished her dialogue with the air 
around her.  Then, breathing in deeply, she raised the pen above her 
head...

      "Well, here goes nothing... MERCURY POWER, MAKE UP!!!"

      As she began twirling around in the middle of the change, she could 
feel the magical energy enveloping her nakedness.  Ami never told the 
others her little secret, that she found the entire change process very 
orgasmic.  When it ended, she looked down on her clothes.  They were now 
the familiar Sailor Scout outfit with her trademark blue.  And just for 
the fun of it, she posed in the most provocative way she knew how and 
uttered the words...

      "I am Sailor Mercury.  I fight for love, justice and extreme erotic 
sensuality.  In the name of the planet Mercury, I will play with myself 
to exhaustion!"

      She gave a dramatic pause and placed her hands on her hips.

      "It still needs something... oh, of course, booming, maniacal 
laughter... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

      She took another breather and giggled at herself.

      "That was fun."

      She went back to the couch and played the VCR once more.

      "Now, how are we gonna do this?"

      She tried positioning on the couch until she was upside down, with 
her head and back on the seat and her legs hanging over the other side.  
She stared up and she could see the upside down image of the screen.  She 
couldn't comprehend the inverted images, so she called for her mini-
computer.  A sleek blue visor appeared on her face and a mini-computer 
appeared on her waiting hand.  She programmed the computer to make a 
virtual image to appear on her visor.  It shimmered for a bit and then 
there it was, standing just past her head, or at least at the coordinates 
she plotted, was a naked Mamoru.  Another image appeared behind the couch 
holding her legs, it was a naked, save for the mask, Tuxedo Mask.  Ami 
thought it a bit queer that the two looked so much alike.

      "Okay, let's get to work.  I hope the fabric regenerates next 
time..."

      She grabbed her chest and ripped the fabric off, exposing her 
plump, silky breasts and her pink nipples.  She then grabbed her crotch 
area and ripped off the fabric there as well.  The intoxicating scent of 
her juice leaked through out the room.  She thought to herself that, 
maybe, being a Sailor Scout, her normal abilities were probably enhanced.  
When she cupped one breast, she could see the virtual Mamoru reach out 
and cup her breast in her stead.  When she rubbed a finger around her 
opening, what she saw instead was Tuxedo Mask leaning his face between 
her legs, licking it.  She giggled in delight at her accomplishments.

      "Perfect."

	(AS SEEN FROM SAILOR MERCURY'S VISOR)

	Ami paid no heed to the movie anymore; what she was about to do was 
probably ten times more delightful.  She began her virtual orgy.  Mamoru 
knelt down and leaned his face near Ami's.  He gently kissed her, the 
warmth of his lips tingling in her system.  Then, Mamoru pried her mouth 
open with his tongue and began probing the insides.  At the same time, he 
began working on the senshi's breasts.  Holding a breast in each hand, he 
rubbed the mounds of flesh round and round.  Ami closed her eyes, 
enjoying the moment.  But, a sudden shock came to her, and she stared 
wide-eyed between her legs at the unexpected sensation.

	She totally forgot about Tuxedo Mask.  He took his cue by licking 
her pussy and the love juice that soaked her thighs.  His tongue kept 
pressing on her clitoris.  Ami needed to produce sensuous sounds very 
badly but her voice was muffled by the other tongue in her mouth.  But, 
she felt the tongue slip out as Mamoru licked upward (downward, in Ami's 
point-of-view) to Ami's neck.  Ami giggled and cooed.  Mamoru paused on 
one breast. Ami wondered why, but her question was answered rather 
violently: Mamoru began sucking on the breast.  This time there was no 
way to keep her down, she had to shout... badly.

	"AAAAAAAAAH!  AAAH!  HAH!  <Huf>  This is HAH! too damn HAH!  
guh... guh... GOOO... AAH!!!"

	Her voice crescendoed to a wail, with very good reason: Tuxedo Mask 
had other things in mind now.  He was currently busy ramming his manhood 
inside the sweet pussy.  He had both of Ami's legs leaning on his bare 
chest and going over his shoulders.  It was so hard, so long and very 
impossible.

	"NO!  STOP... I... I CAN'T ANY... AAH, AHH!"

	Mamoru had to stop the girl from making so much noise, so he 
plugged the only thing in he could think of that would be big enough to 
fit in her mouth.  Ami now had a six-inch dick going back and forth in 
her mouth.  Mamoru still had hold of her breasts but he was using this 
more as leverage than to give Ami pleasure.  Tuxedo Mask on the other 
hand was too concentrated at what he was doing.  His body was now all 
covered with sweat and other identifiable sticky substances.  He gritted 
his teeth as he felt himself building up.  He had to hold: Ami had to 
come first.  Ironically, this was what Mamoru was thinking himself.  He 
too was bathed in sweat and he was dripping on Ami's chest.  Just, a 
little more, they told themselves.

	At last, Ami arced her back.  She grabbed onto Mamoru's buttocks 
and use them to anchor herself.  Like a gigantic explosion, she erupted a 
river of her sweet honey.  She could feel the strength leave her.  It was 
almost like being drained by a youma.  As she started turning back from 
her alter ego, the two men of her creation disappeared.  All that was 
there was her transformation pen in her mouth covered with her drool, and 
her pretty worked up and battered cucumber inside her opening.  She took 
the cucumber from inside her and took a bite at it.  A resounding crunch 
echoed through the empty living room.  The TV screen was now playing 
static as the tape had ended playing sometime ago.

      She eventually got up.  She stared at their clock: it was only four 
in the afternoon, but she felt so tired that she was ready to sleep.

	Cleaning up the last of her mess, she dragged herself up to her 
room.  She opened her door and just barely made her way to her bed.  She 
collapsed on it, the cushion bouncing her once before it finally accepted 
her.  She stared at the ceiling and the faces of his fantasy 
men/equipment appeared before her.  She smiled a tired smile.  A single 
thought kept appearing in her mind.  She held this thought and faded to 
the land of dreams.

	"This is going to be a very long summer..."

EPILOGUE

	Ami's mom looked at her daughter slumped in her bed.  

	"Oh, just look at my little angel, so sweet and frail.  She 
probably worked herself to exhaustion cleaning the house... such a sweet 
and innocent face..."

	She tucked her little baby in bed and closed the lights.  Staring 
back at her daughter.  She slowly closed the door as she whispered...

	"Sweet dreams, my little angel..."
      

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Finito.
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        Well, I'm pretty worked up.  One thing about lemon-writing, it's 
very hard to keep your concentration for long periods of time.  But, it's 
finally over.  I actually wrote this at the same time as my third lemon.  
I had to force myself to squeeze out all my perverted juices, unlike some 
other fanfic writers, I actually have to deal with a deadline.  I'm 
apologizing in advance if it seemed a bit out of character for Ami to be 
having the "Godai Syndrome".  Also, I'm not sure but I'm assuming that 
Japanese cable having anime channels.

	Oh, and guess what... I got my mail and this is what I have to say 
about it...

	"You people should get a life, puhleez!  All this nonsense about 
homosexuality and religion and the such gave me a migraine.  What is 
wrong about you people?  I'm just a writer, whenever I write, I detach 
myself from who I really am, this has nothing to do with me.  I'm sorry 
if I got a little violent with Bunny, that was suppose to be a side 
effect of the friggin' lust powder.  I'm sorry for not partnering Bunny 
with that bimbo Minako.  But I'm not sorry for calling the lead Bunny, 
there is no way in hell are you guys gonna make me call her Serena, Usagi 
is fine but Serena is out of the friggin' question...  besides, if you 
read my "Note:" in LU2, there's a little something there that might 
surprise the whole lot of you (This is not LU2, it's 1.5).

	Oh and by the way, DAMN THE LOT OF YOU WHO BASTARDIZED MAKOTO'S 
NAME!"

	'Thank you, have a nice day...'

	Please don't take this personally, this actually goes for a small 
number of people but I don't have my own e-mail address so I can't send 
those people individual replies.

	This is just spent up frustration from writing, sorry for the 
inconvenience."

	Anyway, for your C&C's, just send to the "Nikholas F. Toledo Zu" at 
niftol@i-manila.com.ph, care of -NomaD-.  Creative comments and 
suggestions will be saved in brightly colored diskettes and archived.  
Criticisms and flames will be flushed in the trash bin never to be 
recycled again.
	
	Please watch out for my other releases, here are the rest that you 
should look out for...

Lunar Urge 2 : "Makoto's Cousin"
	This is about Makoto's cousin who came to Tokyo with a friend.  
It's Makoto and Minako's job to tour them around the district and then 
try to sack 'em afterwards.  Now you'll know who's the bitchier of the 
two.  Fact : Makoto is my favorite Senshi so I'd probably be a bit 
biased.

Lunar Urge 3 : "In the Rabbit's Den"
	This is the sequel.  It's about Rei's sleep over at Bunny's place.  
Of course it's just a cover for their burning love affair.  It's a riot 
as the entire Tsukino household is disturbed by loud, eerie moans in the 
middle of night.  And this time, it's Bunny's and Rei's turn to peep at 
somebody.  Guess who...

Lunar Urge 4 : "Caught between the Moon and New York City"
	This is about Mamoru, who tried to sack Bunny, who failed, and 
sacked Rei instead.  Will Bunny find out?  Who knows... even I don't.

Lunar Urge 5 : "Little Secret"
	This one will be special and it's got nothing to do with the rest 
of the lemons.  It stars my fave babe, Makoto.  This is about the secret 
affair between sweet li'l Makoto and Mamoru.  I'll put my heart on this 
one, this'll also be the last lemon I'll make.

	After finishing my little mini-series.  I'll probably start writing 
non-lemons and lay off the citrus for good, unless of course the general 
perverts... err, public, says otherwise.  Here's the line-up.

	A Ranma fanfic starring my babe of babes, probably one of the most 
normal persons in Nerima, except that she likes to look like a boy... 
Ukyou Kuonji!!!  (Yey, ooo, cheer, Hurrah!!!)  I was planning to 
introduce a new character whose in love with Ukyou, whose not a cross-
dresser or turns into something else when drenched.  But the problem is I 
can't think of a name that can match with Ukyou Kuonji, personally, my 
Japanese isn't that good.  Since Ukyou Kuonji means "temple east of the 
capital", I was thinking of something like this.  If any of you guys can 
think of something, please send it to me (in Japanese as well as 
English), I'd greatly appreciate it, in return I'll mention your name(s) 
or anything you like on this fic.  Anyway, this is what the guy's suppose 
to look like.  Think of somebody who looks like Ukyou when she's dressed 
like a guy in school clothes except for the hair which is closely 
resembles Mousse's hair and he wears glasses too but it doesn't fog up 
like Mousse or Tofu's, it's more like the way Genma carries it.  At this 
time, Ryoga will find out that he likes Ukyou enough to get jealous with 
this new guy.  They get on a brawl which is very much one sided since the 
guy's a total wimp and he gets his butt kicked a few times by Ryoga, 
Ranma & Ukyou.  This guy's so pathetic that even Kuno wouldn't break a 
sweat.  But in him lies a great secret...

	My next one will be a Street Fighter 2 fanfic featuring the all 
time queen of the entire babe-dom, Chun-li.  Not sure what it's about 
though but it something like her telling of the SF saga.  This is not a 
lemon, I think.

	And maybe, bit by bit, I'll try to work out an original I've been 
working on for 6 years.  I might put it in comic format if Switch will 
let me.

	And finally, I've got a little bitmap for you guys to take a look 
at...

	Anyway, that's about it.  I'd like to thank the following people :

Switch, the official Deputy Bastard Taskmaster from Hell, and doing a 
great job at it too.  His spamfics are good and a lot shorter too.

Nomadess, who finally agreed to be my editor full time, I knew lemon was 
in her blood, she's the one that actually inspired me to the one with 
Fabio.

Elf, she's getting better at this than I am, her MKR fic is doing great, 
oh and don't let chapter 2 slow you down, wait 'til you see the Third, 
it's a knock out.

Yebah, who I finally got a chance to talk to, the guy's been gone a long 
time, sure well to hear from that li'l pervert.

And of course, to the sorry lot of you who can't seem to spend any 
quality time with yourselves and instead corrode your brains in reading 
stuff like this... THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH!!!

Hope to see you next time, 'til then... Ja mata ne.


-NomaD-

:)
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