SECRETS OF THE SEXY SLIPPERS
A Multi-Author Sekkushiaru Roman Series

PROLOGUE
	The crystal ball in Neo-Queen Serenity's study was rarely used. A relic of
the Moon Kingdom, it had aided queens in the past to track the progress of
enemies and spy on those suspected of treason.
	But Neo-Queen Serenity's kingdom was at peace, both within and without. So
she used the crystal whenever she got an urge to look into her past. Like
now.
	The Millennial Queen was asking the ball to show her one period of the
past after another, taking a trip down memory lane as she saw her first
battle as Sailor Moon (I cannot believe, she thought, that I defeated Beryl
armed with only a Crescent Moon Wand and a tiara. . .), the first
appearance of the Holy Grail, her final struggle with Galaxia. . .
	And then, she saw the period of time that followed that last fight. This
was not a period she remembered as pleasant at all. Everyone was tired,
listless, acting like any spark of fun had gone out of their lives. . .
	If only, the queen thought, there was something I could do to help our
long-ago selves. Something to give them a memorable, romantic evening, so
they'd feel rejuvenated and ready to face the world again. . .
	And then, she got an idea.
	Swiftly and gracefully rising from her seat, she made her way to her
suite, to the dressing room. Opening one of the closets, she beheld rack
after rack of shoes. (One good thing about being royalty, she thought. .
.you *never* have to worry about whether you can afford shoes to go with
every outfit!) And there, on the third shelf from the top, was exactly what
she was looking for.
	At first glance, they seemed like ordinary sexy bedroom slippers. . .the
kind commonly sold in the Frederick's of Hollywood catalog. They had spike
heels, no back, and white maribou feathers on the toe strap.
	But what was extraordinary about them was that hidden within the feathers
were two pink crystals. . .crystals waiting to be charged up with love
energy. The shoes had been given to the queen as a wedding present by her
friend Princess Mina. . . "If you ever run into a dull spot in your
marriage, charge these shoes up and wear them to bed. They're guaranteed to
make you feel happy and frisky."
	She hadn't needed the shoes for herself. But she knew of other people who
needed them, and badly.
	Taking the shoes back into the study, she sat them atop the crystal ball
and got out her Silver Imperium Crystal locket. "Moon Celestial Power!" she
said. "Make these slippers bring love and desire to whoever touches them. .
.'
	A beam of light came from her crystal, hitting the crystals on the
slippers. They began to glow, softly at first, then brighter and brighter.
. .
	When the glow was at its peak, the queen shouted, "Now go, slippers,
wherever you are needed!"
	The shoes seemed to be sucked into the crystal ball, as if it were a
vacuum. Swirling colors appeared in the crystal for a few moments, then it
went dark.
	"Good luck, my dear ones," she whispered. "May you all find happiness. . ."
* * *
PART ONE: SERENA AND DARIEN
by Sailor Mac
	"Late again!" But although Serena knew she was ten minutes past the time
when she and Darien were supposed to meet up at Crown Cafe, she didn't run.
She didn't *feel* like running.
	Ever since she'd fought Galaxia, she'd felt. . .*drained.* As if every bit
of energy and enthusiasm had been sucked out of her. And she knew Darien
was feeling it, too. After their passionate reunion following the last
battle, their sex life had been. . .not as active as it used to be.
	Another night, she thought, of going back to his place, putting on the TV
and falling asleep in front of it. . .
	If only something would make things the way that they were. . .
	When she passed the street vendor - a new one, who she'd never seen on
this street before - at first, she didn't stop. She couldn't be bothered. .
.
	And then, she caught something out of the corner of her eye that made her
head turn quickly.
	At the front of the vendor's table were the most beautiful slippers she'd
ever seen.
	Her heart sped up a little as she took in the dangerous heels, the flirty
feathers. Why, these shoes almost seemed to be glowing with their own
light!
	It's been a long time, she thought, since I had a "surprise" for him. . .a
true "surprise." One that will knock his socks off. . .
	Strange. . .just looking at these shoes, I feel as if my fatigue is
draining away, as if I'm being flooded with *life* again. . .
	Wheels were turning in her brain. I'll give him one *hell* of an evening,
she thought. And she whipped out her wallet, determined to have the shoes,
no matter what the cost.
	"How much are those slippers?"
	"Those? Thirty-five thousand yen."
	Eeep! thought Serena. Pricey. . .She opened her wallet, looked in, and saw
only thirty.
	"Um. . .will you take thirty thousand for them?"
	"Sorry. Thirty-five thousand, that's the price. Take it or leave it."
	She made a face. "Thirty thousand is all I have. . ."
	"Well, then, you can't get the shoes. I'm sorry."
	Serena felt consumed with a *need* to have the shoes. It was if the shoes
were *calling* to her. . .as if it were part of her destiny to have them. .
.
	Briefly, she considered transforming into Sailor Moon and holding the
vendor at Eternal Moon Tier-point.
	Then, she thought, I have another weapon at my disposal. . .a non-magical
weapon. . .one I haven't used in a long time, but which I know will get
results. . .
	"WAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
	It was a full, window-rattling Princess of Wails sob. The kind that
stopped traffic, made people turn and look at what was so upsetting this
girl. . .
	And the vendor suddenly found himself with seemingly hundreds of angry
eyes on him. . .angry eyes of people who might be deciding then and there
to avoid his business like the plague. . .
	"Look girlie," he said, "you've got a deal. Thirty thousand. . ."
	Serena abruptly stopped crying. "You mean it?"
	"Yeah." He shoved the shoes toward her. She grabbed the box, handed over
her money and left quickly, before he could change his mind, her spirits
lifting again as her mind flooded with delicious images of the evening
ahead. . .
* * *
	Darien parked the car in his apartment house's lot. He'd given Serena
about an hour after he'd gotten the call at Crown: "I'm not coming there.
Come to your apartment instead. . .I have a surprise for you."
	"Surprises" had always been the little minx's specialty. And one of her
surprises could be just what the doctor needed to shock them out of the
extreme lethargy they'd fallen into as of late. . .
	As he put his key in the front door, he listened for any telltale sounds
that would tell him what she was up to. Nope. . .nothing. . .
	Slowly, he opened the door. The apartment was dark. . .save for the
candles blazing on the mantle, on the coffee table, on seemingly every
available surface. On the stereo, she'd put sultry soft jazz. And the air
was filled with a lovely scent. . .simmering potpourri, he thought. . .
	A smile spread over his face. She'd gone out of her way to create a
romantic atmosphere.
	The bedroom door opened, and a stunning vision stepped out into the hall.
She was wearing a lacy white teddy, sheer white thigh-high stockings, and
on her feet. . .the most fabulous slippers he'd ever seen. Why, they seemed
to be glowing with their own light!
	The stunning vision began to move toward him, slowly and sensuously. .
.and started to stumble. She leaned against the wall, trying to steady
herself, took a couple of steps, and promptly lost her footing again.
Mumbling something under her breath, she propped herself against the wall
once more. . .
	Chuckling, Darien made his way over to her. "Excuse me, madam. May I be of
some assistance?"
	"You may, kind sir." He picked her up to carry her to the couch. . .and as
soon as he touched her, he felt an energy surge passing from her body to
his, filling him, burning away the fatigue, making him feel refreshed and
happy and *alive* again. . .
	He also felt filled with love for this fabulous creature he was carrying.
	Tenderly, he set her down, and brushed his lips against hers. Her arms
came around him, and she deepened the kiss, her tongue stroking and
caressing his. . .
	He eased away just far enough so he could get a good look at her. "Serena.
. .you look *incredible.* Just terrific."
	She giggled and struck a sexy pose. "Just threw on a couple of odds and
ends. . ."
	"They're *fabulous* odds and ends. Hold still. . .I want to get a picture. . ."
	He rushed to the bedroom, and came back with his camera. This would be
another wonderful addition to his Serena "intimate portrait" collection. He
had a whole album of them, tracing the history of their relationship.
Serena in a nightgown, shortly after they'd first started sleeping
together, the night that she was first attacked by the entity they'd called
"the vortex". . .Serena in a tiny, tight nurse's costume, from when she'd
taken care of him when he'd had a sprained ankle. . .Serena on her side,
naked, gazing dreamily off into space, sometime after the Deathbusters had
shown up, photographed unawares. . .
	And totally beautiful in all of them, he thought, as he clicked the
shutter and she struck poses for him. She truly could be a model. . .she
just radiates magic.
	"How am I doing, Mr. Photographer?" she said teasingly.
	"Fabulous. This could be a cover. . .or. . ."
	"Or what?"
	"A centerfold."
	"Hmm. Don't I have to be naked for a centerfold?"
	"You sure do. . .can that be arranged?"
	"It sure can." Keeping her eyes on his, she slowly lowered one strap of
the teddy, then the other, as he continued to click away.  Holding the
fabric in place over her breasts, she slowly ran her tongue over her lips.
He felt heat rising between his thighs. . .She began lowering the fabric,
slowly, slowly, revealing her breasts to him by tantalizing inches. .
.Then, looking up at him under lowered eyelids, as if a modest young
maiden, she dropped the garment to the floor.
	Brushing her long, long blonde hair back from her breasts, she said, "Am I
photogenic enough for you, Mr. Chiba?"
	"Gods, yes!" he said, his hands shaking so much he could hardly work the
camera to fire off the last few shots. . . "Aaahhh, I seem to have reached
the end of my roll of film here. . ."
	"Hmm. We could deal with this a couple of ways. We could either reload the
film, or. . ."
	"Or?"
	"Or we could take a break and share some champagne. . .in the bedroom."
	"Mmm. . .suddenly, I feel *very* thirsty. . ."
	He picked her up and carried her swiftly down the hall, setting her gently
down on the bed. He brought his lips to hers for another fiery kiss, his
tongue and hers teasing and tangling. He eased away after a second,
admiring the body that was naked except for the thigh-high stockings and
the slippers. . .
	"Be back in a flash, love. . .I'm just going to light the candles." He
couldn't do it fast enough. He felt so cold when separated from her warmth.
. .
	As he lit the last one, he felt two hands sliding around his body,
reaching for the buttons of his shirt, starting to unfasten them. . .He
sucked in his breath.
	"I thought I'd give you a hand with this," she whispered.
	"Ah, baby, you can give me a hand with anything you want," he whispered
back. He turned around, and she finished with his shirt, then reached down
to unsnap and unzip his pants. . .But rather than pull them down right
away, she slid her hand down the front, reaching for his manhood, running
her fingers up and down its length. He let out a deep groan.
	"Feel good?" she asked.
	"Feels great. . .oh, Serena. . ."
	When she took her hand away, he let out a loud groan of frustration. She
slid his shirt off, pushed down his pants. . .
	"Now, love," she said, "how about that champagne?"
	She took his hand and led him to the bed, where she'd put a champagne
bottle in an ice bucket on the nighttable. He popped the cork and poured
the golden bubbly into two glasses.
	"To you, my love."
	"To you. . .and to us."
	They drank, looking into each other's eyes. I could look in those eyes
forever, he thought. . .
	When she was finished with her glass, he got an idea. He kissed her and
eased her back on the bed.
	"Let's have the next one.  . .a bit differently," he whispered.
	He poured himself another glass. He brought the base of it to her breast
and started to rub it in quick circles on her nipple. Serena jumped at the
feel of the cool glass. Then, he tipped it. . .and spilled cold champagne
onto the hardened bud. "Ooooh!" she cried.
	"Mmm," he said, "my favorite way to drink champagne. . ."
	He bent over and began to lick. She moaned, tangling her fingers in his
hair. He lifted his head just far enough and long enough to pour some more
on her nipple. . .then began to suck. "AAAH!! Ohh, baby. . ." The contrast
of the cold liquid and his hot mouth was driving her wild. She felt her
hips rising, rubbing her womanhood against him. . .He poured champagne onto
her other breast, and then his hot tongue was on her again, lapping,
swirling, tickling, teasing. . .She moaned his name over and over, and the
moans became a shriek as he began to suck again.
	When he raised his head, she cried, "No, Darien! Don't stop!"
	"Sssh, love, don't worry. . .I've got a lot more champagne left. . ."
	He got another glass, then began to pour it, slowly, in a line from her
breasts to her womanhood. She felt his tongue begin to move downward,
slowly, agonizingly slowly. . .
	"Ohh. . .hurry! Please!"
	But his only reply was to continue his descent, inch by agonizing inch. . .
	His tongue finally reached the golden thicket at the juncture of her
thighs, and she was almost sobbing with need. She raised and opened her
legs, mutely begging him to taste her. . .
	Then, he raised his head, pouring another glass. . .
	"I'm going to drink from your sweet cup," he whispered. And he poured it
into her soft folds. She shrieked at the feel of the cold liquid. . .and
then shrieked again as his tongue began stroking her most sensitive flesh,
his lips leaving tiny, sipping kisses everywhere. . .
	"OOOHHHH!! Oh, yes. . .oh, baby, yes, yes. . .more. . .more. . .ohh, GODS,
that feels sooo goooood. . ."
	He plunged his tongue inside her, and she writhed beneath him as he moved
it in and out. Oh, Gods, she tasted so good. . .the taste of her was
sweeter than the taste of the champagne.
	"Please. . .ohh, baby, I have to have it. . .make me come, please, PLEASE,
Darien. . ."
	He moved his tongue up to her pearl, while he thrust two fingers deep
inside. She felt like her head was going to come off, his fingers and
tongue were driving her beyond distraction. . .and finally, she felt the
blazing explosion inside her, and hot pleasure flooded through her entire
body, and she let out a keening wail, crying out her release to the moon,
the stars, the universe.
	She flopped back on the bed, panting heavily, a million miles from
reality. . .and then Darien's lips were on hers, kissing her softly,
bringing her back down to earth.
	"I love you so much," she whispered.
	"I love you, too."
	Then, she felt a surge of renewing energy shoot through her entire body,
which seemed to come from. . .the slippers? She rolled her lover onto his
back, kissing him fiercely. Her hands began traveling down his body. . .Her
lips kissed down his neck, working downward. . .When she encountered a
nipple, she ran her tongue around it, then drew it into her lips and
started to suck.
	"Ooohh. . ." he moaned. "Yes. . .oh, that feels good. . ."
	She kissed her way across his chest and began to suck the other nipple. .
.as her hand grasped his manhood. He cried out as she began to rub it with
rapid up-and-down strokes. "SERENA! Ohh, baby. . ." She fluttered her
fingers along his shaft, then slipped down to the sac beneath, gently
massaging it. . .
	She raised her head and eased her hand away. "Serena. . ."
	"Now, Darien, don't you want to be inside me?"
	"Ohh, gods, yes. . ."
	She reached into the drawer of the nighttable and got out a rubber,
quickly applying it. She lay atop him, crushing her mouth against his,
straddling his hips, and began to pump, rubbing herself against him. He
moaned as he felt her take just the very tip of him inside herself, then
pull it out and start rubbing against him again. . .
	"Baby. . .oh, gods, I can't take it anymore. . .put it in. . .put it in,
*please*. . ."
	She finally gave one big downward thrust, trapping him within her. Both of
them cried out at the contact, and then she started a rapid rhythm, sitting
up and tossing her golden hair around as his hands came up to her nipples,
gently kneading and caressing them. "Oooohhhh," she moaned, "yes. . .yes. .
.keep doing that. . .ohhh. . ."
	"Serena. . .ohh, you feel so good. . .you're sooo beautiful, honey. . ."
	She leaned over so he could take a nipple in his mouth, groaning as his
tongue fluttered on it. She picked up the pace of her thrusting, driving
hard, driving fast, and the heat within her was building and building and
building and. . .
	"AAAAAHHHHH!!! OH, GODS, DARIEN. . .OHHH. . .AAAAHHH! I'M COMING!!!!!"
	As her last spasms faded, he gently rolled her onto her back and began a
rapid thrust, and she felt another rejuvenating energy surge running
through her body again, and the fires within her were stoked into new life.
She began to raise her hips to meet his every thrust, her hands grasping
his bottom, squeezing it, pulling him deeper and deeper into her, her
breath coming in ragged pants, her long, low moans getting louder and
louder. . .
	"OOHHH!!! OH, YES. . .BABY!!" Serena cried as she was wracked by another
shuddering climax, and when Darien felt her womanhood tugging at him, it
touched off an answering orgasm within him. He shouted her name as hot
pleasure roared through his body.
	He collapsed next to her, and they clung to each other as if their lives
depended on it. His lips caressed hers softly.
	"I love you so much. . ."
	"I love you, too. . ."
	As he disposed of the condom, she finally kicked off the slippers in
preparation for sleep. They landed on the floor next to the bed.
	She snuggled into his arms, resting her head on his chest. "My darling,"
he whispered, "this was one *hell* of an evening."
	"It sure was. It felt. . .magical."
	They drifted off to sleep, content and happy.
	And neither of them noticed as the slippers vanished into thin air.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story is the official kickoff of the "Secrets of the
Sexy Slippers" series. Stay tuned, as the slippers make their way from
Sailor Soldier to Sailor Soldier. . .and each one has a night to remember.
. .

Thanks to all the writers who are helping with this series. . .I can't wait
to see your stories! Thanks also to Artemis and Luna, for publishing the
stories.

Standard Sailor Moon disclaimers apply. These characters ain't mine, I'm
just borrowing them for a little while.