Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Theories ❯ The Night Before ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Theories (A Sailor Moon Lemon)

By the Reanimated Raynor (Reanimated_Raynor@interactive.rogers.com)

Notes:
More pseudo-songfics. Others include Decompression Period and Easier to
Run. This is off of Theories, by Edwin, and is very much a stoner song.
The second verse, anyway. It's a Lemon (the fic, not the song), and also
has some drug use in it. So this is major 18+ stuff here. Don't say I
didn't warn you. Yuri, also (Say it with me, otaku--LESBIANS!) so if
you'll be offended by that don't read this. But seriously, what is
_wrong_ with you? Bit of a PWP (Plot? What Plot?), too, now that I think
about it.

Also note that this is in a slightly Alternate Universe where weed is
legal but still kind of frowned on (which, IMHO, would stop the
commercializing and therefore deteriorating of the quality of the
"industry"--in other words, this is the ideal universe).

I don't own Sailor Moon, but Ami Mizuno owns my dreamscape.
Unfortunately I can't sue her, but Naoko Takeuchi could on behalf of all
the SM crew, so I guess I'm screwed there. At least, that's my wish.

^^;;;;;;;


"In the sunset scene, you take the time, enjoy the green,
get the red in your eye, watch the world go by,
you lay back and start to dream about
what could never be..."

-From "Theories", obviously.




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Part I. The Night Before



"Ami, you said yourself you need to lighten up."

Ami Mizuno was anything but lightened up.

She was in Makoto's apartment, and she cast a nervous glance
around the living room as she reacted to what Makoto said. "I know, but
_this_?"

"Yeah, why not?" Makoto said, examining the pipe she held in her
hand. "Hey, I'm just as healthy as you are, smoking or not."

"I know you're healthy, but still...it's--it's smoking, still!
Inhaling smoke is really going to damage you, whether it be cigarettes,
marijuana or in a burning building!"

"Actually, all the bad radioactive stuff in cigarettes are
different pesticides, which aren't in weed, and a burning building has
quite a bit of plastic and rubber smoke in it. Smoking this is probably
better for you than walking outside with all the smog in the air."

Ami sighed audibly. "I just don't know..."

"Hey, I'm not trying to pressure you or anything, I just think
it'll help a lot with your seeming inability to take things as they are
and not analyze the world. You're going to burn out soon, unless you
set yourself a prescribed fire to clear away the underbrush."

"Are you already on that stuff? Because you sound completely--
what was the term? Stoned?"

"That'd be the one. No, I'm sober. But it'd be a whole lot
better if I wasn't."

"So smoke if you're going to."

"I'm just wondering if you actually meant it when you said you
had a curiosity about weed." Makoto said, digging around in her pocket
for her lighter.

"I only said that because that was the time I decided to try out
alcohol."

"Yeah, I knew you'd be a lightweight. But still, that seemed to
be the most sober thought you had that night."

"...I guess there's a certain je ne sais quoi about the whole
thing. I mean, you smoke it, and you're fine..."

"That's the spirit. Now, I'm going to spark this, then you can
take a hit, alright?" Makoto said as she brought up her forest green
lighter to the bowl.

"...I guess so." Ami said, sounding defeated.

"One thing, with smoking, and that's that you have to inhale
some regular air before you breathe out the smoke, otherwise it'll be
too concentrated for your throat and you'll cough up a lung, ok?"

"Alright, I'll remember that."

Makoto lit the marijuana in the bowl on fire, then inhaled
sharply. Ami could see the bowl glow slightly. Makoto stopped inhaling
and held out the pipe out to Ami, who took it. "Don't I need the
lighter?" Ami said.

"Nope." Makoto said after breathing in a second time. "Should
still be lit."

"Alright...just..." Ami said, bringing the pipe up to her mouth
and sucking through the small hole in the end.

What was still in the bowl glowed, and three-quarters of a
second later Ami felt a heat stinging against the back of her throat. It
was as if she swallowed a burning piece of charcoal. Her eyes watered as
she took the pipe away from her face and inhaled again, further
irritating her throat. "Alright, Ami! Welcome to the club!"

Ami held her breath for a few seconds, then exhaled. The
slightly-diluted smoke poured out. "...That was it?" Ami said before
starting to cough a little.

"Pretty much." Makoto said, taking the pipe and hitting it
again.

"I don't--<cough>--feel anything."

"You might not your first time. Some people don't."

"You mean I may not even get some of the beneficial effects of
this stuff...iiif..."

A wave of a very strange feeling washed over Ami, and she sat
back on the couch and stared at the ceiling, the second half of her
sentence completely forgotten. "It just hit you, didn't it." Makoto
said, more a statement than a question.

"Yeah." Ami managed.

"I knew you would get high the first time. You're a lightweight
at everything, so it was the logical conclusion. You want another hit?"

"I guess." Ami said, lifting her head up from its resting place
on the wall and taking the pipe from Makoto.

"Here, I think it went out." Makoto said, giving Ami the
lighter.

Ami lit the lighter, then held it to the bowl, inhaling as she
did. The fire was sucked into the pipe and Ami could feel the flame
almost lap against her throat as she inhaled some more smoke. She put
the pipe down on the coffee table and inhaled again, quelling the blaze
inside her. She exhaled deeply, almost sighing in contentment. "This is
...is amazing." Ami said, slowly and distantly, leaning back again.

"I can tell, Ami. You are anviled."

"'Anviled'?"

"It's a sliding scale of highity that I made up. There's high
when you can barely feel it, then stoned, hammered and then anviled,
which is about where I'm at now. It's like you just finished spinning
around really fast, right?"

"Yeah, exactly."

"That's a low anviled. High anviled is when you feel like you're
being pushed back, like you're accelerating to Warp 9 really fast."

"Yeah...I expected to cough a lot, but I'm not."

"I guess you've got an innate Iron Lung. I wish it were that
lucky with me. I earned this." Makoto said, tapping her windpipe with
the nail of her left index finger.

"So what do we do now?"

"We do whatever. I wouldn't reccommend going out, simply because
being anviled in public isn't the best of ideas. Found that out the hard
way. We could play video games."

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea...or maybe studying."

Makoto almost facefaulted. "Kidding." Ami said, cracking a huge
grin. "...Am I supposed to not be able to stop smiling like this?"

Makoto laughed. "Some people do that. I think it releases
endorphins into your blood as a quite pleasurable side-effect."

Ami's mind seemed to spin at a trillion miles a second, running
through different paths as her brain responded to Makoto's words, and
she said "Exactly...how pleasurable would that be?"

Makoto stopped in mid-getting up as she turned slowly to face
Ami again. "If this is the new Ami, to hell with the old one."

"Well, I figure I have to lighten up. I am high now, after all."

Makoto seemed to find this uproariously funny, because she
keeled over with laughter. "Oh, that was funny." She said when she could
speak again.

Ami caught Makoto's contagious laughter, and started giggling
uncontrollably. "Uh-oh, she's got the giggles!" Makoto said.

After making it, slightly unsteady, to Makoto's bedroom where
the video games were set up, Ami's laughter had died down to the
occasional chuckle. "What was I laughing at?"

"Me, who was laughing at you...I think." Makoto said. "Your
brain's shutting down, you know. You've got to stop thinking."

"I've got to stop moving, I'm so tired..." Ami returned.

Her eyes were closing and her head was lolling off to one side
slightly. She flopped down on Makoto's bed and looked content to simply
lie there and bask in what she was feeling. Her arms were spread out and
her hands hung off either side of the bed.

Makoto giggled at a particular thought that popped into her head
and stalked over to her bed, ready to pounce. She jumped halfheartedly
and landed on top of Ami, instantly breaking the trance Ami had brought
herself into. "Hey!" She said, still unable to stop grinning like an
idiot. "I was _this close_ to the meaning of life."

"The meaning of life, to you," Makoto said half-sarcastically,
"is y = mx + b."

"It is not!" Ami said, sounding more like Usagi than her usual
self. Her voice had been raised to almost a squeal.

"Oh yeah?" Makoto said, staring right into Ami's eyes, and
noticing just how dilated her pupils were and how red the whites. "Prove
it."

Ami, without hesitation, kissed Makoto passionately, surprising
her. Soon, though, she was kissing back.

After a few seconds of this, she broke the kiss. "See?" Ami said
in an I-Told-You-So voice.

Makoto growled and rolled them both over so that Ami was now on
top of her. "You are going to pay for that, missy." She said in as tough
a voice as she could while still smiling uncontrollably.

"Oh, I'm scared. Save me, Tuxedo Kamen! I'm being turned on by
my fellow senshi!"

"That's quite the ambiguous statement, coming from you."

"Freudian slip." Ami said dismissively. "Now shut up and kiss
me."

Makoto obliged, wrapping her arms around Ami in a bear hug as
she did. Ami kissed back, half-heartedly trying to wriggle out of the
position Makoto put her in. Makoto eased her grip, but still held on.
Ami had to break the kiss as she started laughing again, and by the time
she finished she somehow ended up on her back, still in the bear hug.
Makoto sat up, taking Ami with her, on the end of the bed. "Now how did
you get like this?" Makoto said.

"I don't know. What was I laughing about?" Ami said distantly.

"Couldn't tell you. Must've been funny, though."

Ami laughed again, and for a second looked like she was going to
collapse in another fit of laughter before regaining a slightly stronger
grip of her senses. "Now that was funny."

"Everything's funny if you're anviled." Makoto said, almost
laughing as she said the last word. "See? Even 'anviled' sounds funny."

Ami giggled one more time before her head met Makoto's shoulder.
Ami looked up at Makoto. "I think I've just crossed the high Anviled
plateau." She said. "Warp 9, aye cap'n."

"Well, what are you? Scottish or French?"

"French? How'd'you get that?"

"You said 'plateau'."

"It's an english word. It's french in origin, but..." Ami
drifted off. "What was I talking about?"

"Your brain's shutting down, I told you. It's not allowing you
to coherently think."

"Oh. So this is normal?"

"That it is."

"Does this carry over to when I sober up?"

"No, you'll be fine. Now as I remember, I think, we were in some
sort of amorous situation..."

"Now who's using the French?"

"Oh, shut up." Makoto said, nibbling on Ami's neck and running a
hand across her breasts as she did.

Ami's eyes shot open and she gasped deeply, pushing her head
further back on Makoto's shoulder. Makoto continued her stroking and
kissing, and soon Ami was softly calling out Makoto's name. "Please..."
Ami mumbled, her voice sounding more like a moan than speech. "Don't
stop..."

"I am not even considering it." Makoto replied, moving her other
hand down Ami's body as she did.

Ami continued moaning softly as Makoto slipped her hand under
Ami's skirt and stroked her womanhood lightly through the fabric of her
cotton panties, making Ami moan louder in response. After a few times
running her fingers up and down, she slipped her hand inside the panties
and immediately went for Ami's throbbing clit. Ami let out a high-
pitched yelp of pleasure, and Makoto continued on, slipping a finger
into her and curling it upwards. Again Ami let out a yelp of pleasure,
and started bucking her hips, grinding against Makoto's hand.

Makoto started unbuttoning Ami's blouse with her free hand, and
when that was done moved to undo the buttons on Ami's skirt too. Ami
anticipated that and simply did it herself, and brought down her panties
with her skirt. Makoto ran her hand up Ami's stomach until she got to
Ami's chest, where she undid the front clasp to Ami's bra and took it
off. Makoto concentrated on her pleasuring again, which had considerably
slowed when she had to focus on two things at once, and Ami grinned
impossibly wide as another wave of pleasure hit her. "I'm right on the
edge, Makoto...I'm..." Ami said, her eyes rolling back in her head and
closing again.

"About to break?" Makoto finished.

"Somehow that...Linkin...ohh...Park lyric fits..." Ami was able
to get out.

"Then break you shall, if I have anything to do with it." Makoto
said, redoubling her efforts and making Ami crash against her with
inhuman strength as an orgasm took control of her, and she half-screamed
in pleasure as her mind's eye exploded into lightning and colors. Then
everything went black for her.

Makoto could feel Ami slumping against her and a small alarm
went off before another part of her brain told her Ami was simply
overtired. Makoto lifted Ami up and lay her down on the bed, and saw her
look of ultimate contentment on her face. "Yep, that weed tiredness is
sure kicking in about now...Guess it was affecting you more than it was
me, right?...Exactly." Makoto said as she stripped and got into bed
also, coiling herself around Ami. "I haven't felt this loving in ages...
Or loved for that matter...It's nice to have someone here with me."
Makoto said, mostly to herself, as a sudden urge to sleep hit her. She
didn't bother to fight it, and quickly fell asleep, joining Ami in
dreamland.

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