IMAGE OF LOVE
A Sailor Moon Sekkushiaru Roman

NOTE: This story deals with what happens when Serena accidentally discovers
some henai pictures of herself and her fellow Scouts on the Web. Now, I
have absolutely nothing against hentai Sailor Senshi art. I have seen some
very beautiful and sensual pieces, and I have also enjoyed quite a few
doujinshi stories (and, in fact, based my "If a Picture Paints a Thousand
Words" series on them). However, as the lawsuit actress Alyssa Milano
recently won against a Web site developer proves, hentai pictures of
fictional characters and hentai pictures of real people, published without
the subject's consent, are two entirely different things. And I imagine
that if a real Sailor Moon were to accidentally come across hentai pictures
of herself and her friends, she would *not* be amused. . .

by Sailor Mac
	"You have GOT to take a look at this!"
	Serena looked up from the notebook onto which she'd been doodling her and
Darien's initials. Molly was calling her from one of the school library's
wired-for-the-Internet terminals. Their class was supposedly in there to do
research for an upcoming term paper, but most of them had, in one way or
another, gotten sidetracked.
	"What is it?" Serena said, peering over her friend's shoulder - and was
pleasantly shocked at what she saw. There was a gorgeous charcoal drawing
of herself as Sailor Moon, Moon Scepter held over her head.
	"It's a Sailor Scout fan art site," Molly said. "These drawings are
terrific, aren't they?"
	"Sailor Scout. . .fan art?"
	"Oh, sure. Don't tell me you haven't come across any yet! They're all over
the Web!"
	Serena hadn't come across any. . .but most of her time on the Internet was
spent on sites devoted to video games and figure skating. She had no idea
people would put up Web shrines to herself and her friends!
	"Let me see more," Serena said.
	Molly clicked back to the main page, and Serena saw that there were
galleries devoted to each of the Scouts, as well as one to Tuxedo Mask.
Wicked cool! she thought. I wonder if Darien knows about these?
	She was supposed to be seeing him after school. I'll just punch up a few
of these on his computer, she thought. Won't he be surprised. . .
* * *
	Darien wasn't home yet when Serena arrived at his apartment. She let
herself in with her key and made a beeline for his computer. Firing up his
copy of Netscape, she went to her favorite search engine and typed in
"Sailor Scouts Fan Art."
	"WOW! Three hundred sixty two hits!!!" She knew that she and her fellow
Scouts had become public figures, but she had no idea their fame had spread
quite that wide!
	She found the page that Molly had been browsing at school and thoroughly
explored it, finding each picture more beautiful than the one before. She
printed out some of the nicest ones to show to her friends. When she was
done with that, she went back to the search engine results page.
	"Sailor Scouts Pastel Gallery," she read. "Dedicated to the warriors of
love and justice who preserve the peace of the earth. I've done pastel
portraits of each Scout. . ."
	"Oooh," Serena said, "That sounds nice!" She clicked on the icon. . .then
realized that her mouse had slipped and she had clicked on the name below
it instead. Oh well, she thought, whatever it is, I'm sure it'll be nice.
She went to the kitchen to get herself a soda as the page loaded.
	When she came back, however, what she saw on the screen made her freeze.
It was filled with a drawing of herself, naked except for her Sailor Moon
boots and gloves. Except the body was *not* of the proportions of the real
Serena Tsukino.
	"I didn't know they grew that big," she whispered in amazement as she
looked at the outsize breasts on the drawing.
	The lettering that appeared over the drawing said, ECCHI SCOUTS.
	"Oh, no," Serena said, feeling tears rise in her eyes. Somebody had done a
page of naked pictures of them? Why?
	Her hand felt like it was made of lead as it touched the mouse and
scrolled downward. There were a series of thumbnail images that said,
"Click on these to see the larger picture." When she saw the pictures, she
gasped. Nudity was the least of the things on display here. There were
pictures of Scouts engaging in sex with each other, Scouts playing with sex
toys, Scouts being tentacle-raped.
	At that moment, Darien walked in. He saw Serena sitting at the computer,
frozen in place, tears rolling down her face. . .Then, he saw what was on
the screen.
	I'll kill the bastard who made that Web page, he thought.
	When Serena realized Darien was behind her, she threw herself at him,
burying her face in his chest and starting to sob. "Why, Darien? Why, why?
It's so ugly. . ."
	He remembered how she had once found a hentai catalogue someone had sent
him as a joke. It had been hard enough explaining it to her when it was
pictures of just some anonymous people. But when someone did drawings of
her. . .
	He reached over to where he had a pad and pen and jotted down the URL, so
he could put the bastard on report for publishing dirty pictures of
underage girls. Then, he reached over to the keyboard and quit out of the
Web browser.
	"Oh, honey," he said. "Shhh. . .it's okay."
	"It's not okay! Those pictures were filthy! I never wanted to do anything
like that with my friends! I never want to do that with anyone but you!"
	He pulled her closer, and she sobbed into his shoulder. "There's some sad,
desperate people out there, honey," he said. "There's some men with very
unhealthy attitudes about women. They never truly learned how to love. .
.they think that women are playthings, just there for men's entertainment
and pleasure. And since they can't find real women who are willing to
accommodate their attitudes, they feel a need to express it in pornography.
. ."
	"But why me? Why us?"
	"You're icons of everything these kind of men fear. Feminine strength and
independence. . .they want to bring women like you 'down to heel' by
humiliating you and projecting their sickest, crudest fantasies onto you.
These kind of people are never going to know what love is, Serena, because
in their heart of hearts, they can't love themselves." He hugged her
closer. "You and the others. . .you're soldiers of love. You're way above
them."
	"I still don't like having those pictures out there."
	"I don't either, sweetheart, and I'm going to try to do something about
it." If all else fails, he thought, I've got a couple of friends at college
who could build a nice big cyber-bomb that could take down a Web site
without a trace. . .
	"Darien. . .why does sex always look so ugly?"
	"It's not always ugly. When it's an expression of love between two people.
. .it's a beautiful thing. And that's true whether the couple is
male-female, male-male or female-female."
	"I love my friends. . .but not in that way. Not like I love you."
	"I love you, too." He found the printouts from the other Web site. "Hmm,
looks like there's some *nice* pictures of you out there."
	She smiled, her mood seeming to lighten up. "That's from the site I found
before. Wanna take a look at it?"
	Nobody should ever do such an ugly thing to anyone, Darien thought.
Especially not to someone as sweet as my Serena. And if I have anything to
say about it, nobody will do anything like that to her ever again.
* * *
	As it turned out, the hentai page was on a carrier which frowned on
X-rated material, so it was very easy for Darien to have them put out of
business. When he told Serena, she breathed a huge sigh of relief.
	"The next person who does a dirty picture of me," she said, "gets a Moon
Scepter Elimination where the sun doesn't shine!"
	But still, she thought about something else he'd said. . . "When two
people are in love, it's a beautiful thing. . ."
	What does it look like, she thought, when he and I make love?
	At first, she tried to push the thought away, telling herself she was
hentai for wanting to do such a thing. But she became more and more
curious. . .
	That Friday, she was scheduled to sleep over his place (although, of
course, she'd told her mother she was sleeping at the temple). And she
snuck something of her father's into her overnight case. . .
	She arrived at Darien's apartment after school and began cooking dinner.
He was pleasantly surprised to see she had already set the table, complete
with candles, when he came home.
	"I want this to be a special night," she said as she embraced him, then
kissed him.
	"Every night with you is special, my little minx. Mmmm.  .  .I'm going to
be the happiest man in the world when we're married and I get to come home
to this sight every single day."
	After dinner, they went into the living room, where she sat on the floor
in front of his stereo, flipping through the CDs in search of some romantic
music. He sat on the couch, drinking his coffee and admiring her sweet
body. The sicko who did that hentai page doesn't know what a beautiful
woman looks like, he thought. Serena doesn't need to have a superhuman
figure, like they drew her having - she's so, so sexy just as she is.
	She loaded the last CD into the carriage, hopped off the floor and sprang
into his lap, kissing his nose. "There! We're all set. . ."
	"What if I said that you were the most ravishing creature I'd ever seen in
my life?"
	"Well, then I'd say thank you, and I'd tell you that you were an awesomely
sexy man."
	She brought her lips to his, and they quickly let the kiss get hotter and
hotter, their tongues coming together in a dance of love. When they parted,
she rested her head on his chest and let a hand slip downward until she was
caressing his manhood, which was hardening fast.
	"Darien. . .sweetheart. . .I want to do something."
	"Mmmm. . .keep doing that, baby, and you're going to end up doing a lot."
	"No, I mean. . .remember what you said the other day, about sex between
people in love being a beautiful thing? I. . .I want to see what it looks
like when you and I make love." She got up, went into the bedroom, and
returned with her father's mini camcorder. "I brought this."
	"Oh, Serena. . .I. . .I mean, we. . .I mean. . ."
	"What?"
	He laughed. "Well, of course, honey, but. . .ahh. . .the tape stays with
me, okay?" He could just imagine Serena's father putting in a tape of what
he thought was the family vacation, but instead seeing. . .
	Her face fell. "You don't want to?"
	He came over to her, took the camera out of her hands and kissed her. "Of
course I want to, darling! We'll put the camera on my bureau. . .we'll have
to leave the lights on, but. . ."
	"That's okay with me."
	"I thought it would be, you little minx."
	They went into the bedroom, and he inserted a fresh tape and turned the
camera on, putting it on the bureau.
	"Now, my sweet," he said, "pretend it isnt there at all." And he took her
in his arms and brought his lips to hers. She eagerly plunged her tongue
into his mouth as her hands started to work on the buttons of his shirt. He
reached up to her "meatballs," undoing first one, then the other, letting
the long, long golden hair spill down.
	She eased away from him just long enough for him to pull off his shirt and
toss it in a corner. She began kissing his chest, letting her tongue flick
across a nipple as her hand reached down again to caress his manhood
through his pants.
	"Aaahh, Serena," he moaned, "you're making me crazy." He ran his hands
down over her blouse, pulling it out of her waistband. . .She pulled away
from him just long enough to rid herself of blouse, skirt and stockings.
Now in just her lacy pink underwear, she leaned back over to him, drawing
their mouths together for another fierce kiss as her hands unsnapped and
unzipped his pants. She plunged her hand inside, finding and stroking his
hardened member, as he unsnapped her bra. She took her hand out of his
pants to pull off her garment and toss it away, then together, they rid him
of his underwear and pants.
	He tipped her back on the bed, moving her slightly so she wouldn't go out
of "camera range," and lowered his head to her right breast, his tongue
caressing the nipple. She stretched and purred. When he pulled it in his
mouth and started to suck, the purring became a growl. He switched his
mouth to the other breast, while caressing the one he'd been sucking with
his fingers. She writhed beneath him, moaning, "Oh, I love you. . ."
	He raised his head. "Hmm. . .you love me? Wanna show me just how much?"
	She tumbled him onto his back, and he wriggled a few feet to the left to
stay within sight of the camera. She straddled him, still wearing her
panties, and began rubbing her womanhood against his manhood. The feel of
the silky material, combined with the tantalizing hint of what was
underneath, made him wild. "Oh, baby, baby, baby," he moaned. His hands
came up to her breasts, gently squeezing and caressing her nipples until
they were moaning in unison.
	She didn't want them to come like that. She eased his hands away, climbed
off him and stripped off her damp panties. She turned her body around so
her mouth was at his manhood and her knees were on either side of his head.
She took him in at the same instant his tongue began probing her. She
sucked him gently, moving him in and out as she felt intense shocks of
pleasure from where his tongue was flicking in and out of her entrance,
then teasing her jewel, then coming down to her entrance again. . .She
picked up the pace as he began to flick his tongue back and forth across
her pearl rapidly, and she was bucking her hips, encouraging him to go
faster, harder. . . .please, please, baby, I'm almost there, almost there.
. .
	She shrieked in her throat as the climax broke, delicious shudders
wracking her body. And as the last shivers faded, she felt him gently
pulling her up off his manhood. . .he wanted to come inside her.
	He rolled her on her back, went into the nighttable drawer and got out
what he needed. She heard the crinkle of the wrapper being torn off, then
felt him parting her legs. She gasped as his member entered her. He lowered
his head to her breasts, kissing and licking one nipple, then the other,
before he began driving his hips slowly, then faster and harder. She let
out a loud moan, feeling pleasure start to build inside her again. . .
"Ohh, yes, ohh, baby, that feels sooo good, ohh, Darien, I love you so
much. . ."
	"Ohhh. . .Serena, I love you too, oh honey. . .ohhh yessss. . ." He felt
her spasm all around him as another climax ripped through her body, and he
cried out as he felt his own orgasm overtake him, as fiery streaks of
ecstacy seared him all over.
	He fell down next to her, and they kissed tenderly. He could barely stand
to let go of her long enough to dispose of the condom. He drew her head
onto his chest, and they snuggled.
	"Woman," he said, "you are something else."
	"You're something else yourself."
	They shared a few more sweet kisses, then drifted off to sleep.
* * *
	He was awakened by the feeling of something soft and lovely brushing along
his body. He realized it was her hair.
	"Hey, there, you little minx," he said.
	"Playback time!" she replied, giving him a kiss on the forehead. "I've got
it all set up."
	"Oh. . .the tape!"
	She pushed the button on the video camera, and he watched the TV screen.
Sure enough, there was himself and Serena, kissing, caressing, pulling at
each other's clothes.
	"Humph," she said. "I look kinda fat."
	"No," he said. "You look beautiful. . .perfect."
	The tape progressed, and she became bewitched by what she saw on the
screen. He was right, she thought. . .love makes all the difference. Even
if you didn't know the young man and young woman making love to each other
on the screen, you could tell just from the way they held each other,
touched each other, caressed each other that they were in love.
	This is nothing like those ugly pictures on the Web site, she thought.
This is truly beautiful.
	"Oh, Darien. . ." she whispered.
	"You're so beautiful. . .just look at you. Oh, honey. . ."
	"So are you. . ."
	When the tape was over, they kissed deeply, then held each other. "Hmm,"
he said. "I just loved the leading lady in that production. Sexy little
thing, wasn't she?"
	"Well, the leading man wasn't too shoddy, either."
	"I'm keeping this tape," he said, "and it will be locked away so nobody
else will *ever* see it but you and me.
	She kissed him. "Thank you, sweetheart. . .for doing this with me."
	"Oh, Serena. . .I wanted to. I love you."
	"I love you, too."
	They kissed again, the kisses growing deeper and more intense, and they
tumbled back to the bed. And soon, they were a beautiful picture of love
once more.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Happy 1999, everyone. . .I hope that you all had a healthy
and happy holiday season! Thanks, as always, to Artemis and Luna and all my
friends in Lemon Tree. . .

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