Love Me for What I Am by DemonKlaw Shiranui ============================================================================= Naoko Takeuchi, Bandai, DIC, Kodansha own many charecters portrayed in this work of fiction. I claim ownership of only one. "Don't Go Away," by Oasis. ============================================================================= This is a Hentai fic. Turn back now if you are under 18. Still here? Okay, this story is not strictly Sailor Moon fic. This is partially a plot line from one story of my unpublished novel "This is the Dark Time...for Love." Take out the Sailor-ness and you still have a good story. If you know anyone in publishing, please contact me at "cybermohd@trinidad.net" my nickname is "Rocko Wallabe." Let me warn you, in addition to the strong sexual content, there may be some bestiality, depending on your opinion... ============================================================================= Mina lay with her tummy on the sheets of her bed, still dressed in her school uniform. She casually turned the pages of a magazine as she enjoyed the strains of "Don't Go Away," drifting from her stereo. Just then, a tapping was heard at her window. She flurried off of the bed and attended to the window. She opened the latch and slid the window open and found herself staring into the face of a dark-haired, teenaged boy. "Hi Damon," she said. "Hi Mina, can I come inside?" he said, his balance on the tree-branch giving. "Sure," she stepped aside and let him enter. "Now," she said, "did you get them?" A smirk formed on the boy's lips, "30" he said as he lay a bookbag down on Mina's bed and patted it. "Ooh-ooh," she cooed, "lemme see, lemme see!" She resumed her position on the bed while he took a seat on the edge. Her hands trembled as she undid the zipper on the bag and slid out one of the thin magazines from inside. The title grabbed her at once: "T&A Monthly: Swedish Prostitute Issue." Her face lit up and she threw her arms around Damon's neck. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" she ranted. "Your welcome, let's just say you owe me 30 more favors..." he said as she resumed her perusement of the magazine. "I'll need them back before my dad finds out that I stole 'em." "Sure, sure," she brushed the words into the air. "And what are you going to do if you parents find 'em?" "Oh," she contemplated, "I'll just tell them that I'm holding them for you, neighbour." She winked. "Why don't you just up and tell them that you're gay?" He said, laying down on the bed with his arms behind his head. "Shh!" she hissed. She moved over so that his head was between her outspread legs and leaned over, her golden hair pooling to the sides of his head. "I still don't know if I am! I'm still experimenting with the idea, thay's why I'm 'borrowing' these 'publications...'" "Sure, sure, Ms. In-The-Closet," he smiled as she stuck out her tounge and tugged on her eyelid. "Put that back in," he warned, "you don't want to use that until you 'experiment' with another girl." She giggled uncontrollably. She put the magazines back into the bag as he sat up. "I still don't understand why I'm helping you," he said. "Because we're such good friends," she said, stowing the magazines under her bed, "plus, like you said, now I owe you a few favours." "Speaking of which," he said, standing," how about fixing me up with one of your friends?" "Oh," she was intruiged now, "like who?" "I dunno," he drawled, "like one of those four whose always coming over here." He stopped with a thinking look on his face, "they wouldn't happen to be...uhh..." "No, they're straight.So, which one?" "Okay. Mabye the blonde, she looks so much like you," he teased. "Hey, pal, she already has a boyfriend," Mina said. "Okay, so, who's free?" "Well," she slumped her head in thought and paced the room, "there's Lita!" "Lita?" "The brown-haired one," she said. "Ohh," he said, "the one that looks like she could take me in a no-holds- barred?" Mina laughed out, "Oh, come on, you take karate. 'Sides," she continued, "she'll only beat you if you insult her cooking." "Well, I eat anything, so we don't have a problem there," he made a funny expression. "Sure, I'll set you two up, you could pick her up around seven..." "NO!" he roared. "Not after dark!" Mina froze. Damon had never shouted at her since she met him a year ago, when he had moved in next door. She looked at him limply. "What?" she droned, not understanding his tone. "I-" he was flustered now, "I just dont come out after dark...I...I had better go..." He flew out of her window and scampered across the tree branch connecting their houses, leaving a very confused Mina behind. * * * The next day, Mina opened her locker and found a small envelope resting on her books. She opened it and read the intricately lettered note. "Hey, Mina, Sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean anything by it. I hope you are still my friend. I want you to meet me at our place, tommorow night. 8:00. I will explain. Later, Damon." * * * "Damon. Hi." she said as she strolled into the forest glade. The clearing had been a place that they used to go to talk... "Hi," he sat on a log, near the pond. She walked slowly around and then sat on the other end of the log. "Alright, care to tell me why you don't come out after dark?" Her hair blew in the breeze, along with her skirt. "Wait." As the sky darkened, Mina saw him change. His body enlarged, became harsher. His hair lengthened, his face became canine... He was a werewolf. "You're a...a..." she couldn't say anything more...she mashed her fist to her mouth. "<>" he finished, in a growling tone. "<>" "No," she stopped him, she ran to him, embraced him, her body pressing against his dark blue fur. She looked deep into his yellow eyes. "You are still Damon, only...now I understand." They remined there for many minutes. Wordless, staring, lost in each other's eyes. "<>" he growled. Before she could respond, he scooped her up in his huge claws and placed her on his back and began to run through the glade. Mina held onto his back, trying to comprehend why he had felt so out of place. Suddenly, she was aware of an eletric tingle between her legs, which were lewdly spread out onto his flanks. So much so, that the leg of her underwear began to slip into her passage, exposing both cheeks of her rosy ass and rubbing up and down, up and down over the lips of her pussy. His running, bucking, was becoming too much for her. She could feel her panties suddenly flush and moisten with an explosion of her honey. She would have to stop before she came again, she couldn't bear it, she needed something...something... She bent down and whispered into his ear, "please, put me down..." He stopped, worriedly. He lay her down on the grassy forest floor, her radiant form still bright against the night's darkness. "<>" he growled. not noticing the shining sweetness on her slickened thighs. Her voice came ragged, breathless, "Damon...I don't know why you never told me before, but I want you to now that after tonight, I will still consider you a friend..." She sat up on her elbows and kissed his muzzle. Their hands began to wander over each other's bodies. His blade-like claws shredding her blouse and revealing her pale, hot skin. "Damon..." she moaned, feline-like. Her own hands came to undress her. Her clothes were soon in a messy pile next to them. She lay, beautifully naked on the grassy floor in front of Damon. She left her skirt on, and as she stood, Damon could see the glistening of her girly-cum dripping down her thighs. Her hair went down her back, but one lock of it fell forward into the sweat-dampened valley between her peaked tits. She leaned on his massive, hunched form, running her hands through his smooth fur. Her eyes were closed and she moaned wordlessly into the night. Her breasts, full and firm, pressed flush onto his fur and the erect nipples started to tweak and burn with the rythmic rocking of their bodies. His scent, dark and musky, filled her and she began to inch her skirt upwards as his face came nearer and nearer to her wanton pussy. He threw her back down to the soft grass violently. For a moment, she was scared, but only for a moment, she began to realize his intentions. His long muzzle slipped between her legs and his nose streched her virgin cunt wide. Her moans excited him. Within minutes, her spasming love-box brought her to pinch and redden her nipples until she shreiked with a back-arching orgasm. "Damon..." "<>" he returned, "<>" ============================================================================= Of course this is not the end, story to be updated soon. =============================================================================