Hey, you! Yes, you! The reader! Did you know the world is in constant danger at the hands of evil beings that sometimes come from the future, the past, or a whole 'nother dimension? Nuh-uh? Well, now you know! Modern military can't do shit against them, and so, it is up to the Sailor Guardians, or the Sailor Senshi if you wanna be a weeaboo, to stop them! With the power of friendship and the magic of their thicc thighs, fat asses and bouncing tits, they protect this world against devastation. There's their leader, the beautiful but clumsy Sailor Moon! Then, there's- you really don't need to know, do you? I mean, for fuck's sake everybody knows Sailor Moon, besides, this smut is solely on her, so who gives a rat's ass anyway?
Moving on!
Enter John! The usual protagonist of these short smut stories I write! He's buff, he's tall, he's hung and he's got it all! A foreigner in the land of Tokyo, but not an unfamiliar face to many of its people. He works here, in this small but decked-out nightclub. He serves drinks, sometimes acts as a DJ when Kongming and that cute blonde girlfriend of his can't make it, and even cleans up most of the time. He was technically the manager, the owner was a family friend, his family friend, so he got the position easily. That didn't mean he knew how to do everything and as such the learning curve was more of a learning cliff for a guy who started both training and working on the same day.
Dressed in a loose white button-up shirt, a pair of black pants and casual dress shoes, he looked more like a drunk salaryman than a bartender, yet, his "unique" apparel made it easy for other patrons to distinguish him from the rest, and as such, he was often approached by familiar faces. Standing behind the bar, where he stays 90% of the time, John served drinks left and right with speed and efficiency. Some of the customers greeted him back, some talked to him a little more, hell some of the women that came without a plus one even flirted with him, regardless, John only continued to serve drinks.
John noted the presence of a familiar couple. A man and a younger woman. He recognized the guy, they lived in the same building. Tall, handsome, a nice guy all around, that was who Mamoru Chiba was to John. His girlfriend really reminded John of that heroine strutting about in that obscenely short skirt. Sailor Moon. But, this couldn't possibly be her. She had long, blonde hair tied in the "odango" hairstyle, which really amounted to two meatballs on the sides of her head with strands of his reaching all the way down to her knees. Usagi Tsukino, the curviest, phat ass John had seen in the bar yet, and don't even get him started on those thighs of hers.
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