Disclaimer: Sailor Moon belongs to Takeuchi Naoko and Toei Animation Studios. No profit is being made from this work. Mind, I hear Takeuchi doesn't mind fanworks...

Author's Note: This fic exists because my brain is a dick who won't take no for an answer, sometimes.

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It all started with a game of tag. Victory over Nehellenia had been achieved, and, for the moment, the world was safe. So it only made sense for the Tsukinos and the Outers to get together at the park, allowing the youngest members of their families to play together like they hadn't in far too long. Of course, their games were a bit more rowdy than they'd been before...

Chibi-Usa shrieked with laughter as she rounded the bike rack, Hotaru following not far behind, predatory grin on her face. The former cleared the obstacle with no trouble; the latter was still trying to figure out where all her limbs were compared to where they'd been last week, and didn't quite manage, her leg jarring somewhat painfully against it, and causing a more pleasant jolt elsewhere. 'Well, huh,' was her only thought in relation to the second sensation, before she logged the memory away for future contemplation. She still had a pretty girl to catch.

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Sitting on her bed later that evening, Hotaru reviewed her stumble, focusing on the jolt. Such an odd thing to happen, right... around... here. She stared at the eventual destination of her absently wandering left hand, pondering. She'd been an avid reader, still was, and Haruka-papa's porn hadn't been hidden that well. She knew, intellectually, that people enjoyed having their nether regions... stimulated (yes, she'd go with that), but hadn't seen the appeal for herself. Then again... her mind returned to the jolt, a small voice in the back of her mind asking, 'But maybe?'

She decided to give herself an experimental rub. It was... pleasant. She gave herself another one. Huh. It was better the second time. She gave herself a third. Oh, yeah, definitely better as it went along. She slowly lowered herself back as she continued, giving a little contented "hmm" on the way down. This was niiiiiiiice.

A thought occurred to her. Weren't most of those people in the magazines naked? Maybe she should take her pants off, or... her hand withdrew from its ministrations, only to return to them under herclothing. Oh, yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesss, that was good. There was a little nub near the top, most of the feelings seemed to be coming from there, so she focused on it... her hips twitched as a little shudder passedthrough her body and small noises spawned unbidden from her throat, shit yes, why hadn't she done this sooner, it was fantastic, and it kept getting better. Wasn't there something about going inside... ?

Her initial forays in that direction were somewhat disappointing at first, because while the sensations were interesting, they weren't overwhelmingly wonderful like the others. As she withdrew her fingers, however, a patch of tissue that felt a little different from the rest caught her attention. Curious, she pressed on it... oh, that was good, too, that was very good. Oh, hey, the small noises were back (why did she keep making those?), and the twitching seemed to be helping. Her free hand clutched the sheet involuntarily...

There was a knock on the door. Setsuna-mama's voice came through, "Hotaru, it's almost time for dinner."

Nonononono, she was getting closer to, to, to something, dinner could wait, dammit! She managed to choke out, "Just a – nnngh! – minute!"

There was a moment of silence followed by a quick, "Take your time," then footsteps away from her door.

That distraction dealt with, her attention returned to her attentions, building herself back up to where she'd been, shuddering all the while, when it occurred to her to hit both spots at the same time, could she even do that without exploding, maybe she wanted to explode, it seemed like a really good idea right now, so glad she used her fretting hand for this, she could probably pull it off, and...

The twitching became rolling, the shudders full body spasms, and the small noises became impassioned cries, she was so close, so, so close and right there, right there, RIGHT THERE, YEEEEEEEEESSS!

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When Setsuna had come back down the stairs looking distinctly uncomfortable, and sans Hotaru, Haruka and Michiru had raised a single eyebrow each. Setsuna explained, "Hotaru has discovered the joys of self-gratification, it seems."

This had gotten the other eyebrows up. "Oh?" spoke Michiru. Setsuna had merely cleared her throat in response. Haruka had opened her mouth to say something, when...

"aaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHNNNN! "

… resounded from upstairs. Haruka closed her mouth. Opened it again, and said, "I'm getting that girl a gag."

Michiru had directed a pointed glare Haruka's way while Setsuna tried almost successfully to hide a smile.

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A few days later, Haruka had wordlessly deposited a small object in Hotaru's hand, before moving to lounge on the couch. Hotaru had stared at it blankly until Michiru had walked into eyeshot and spotted it. Her reaction was immediate.

"HARUKA!"

"What? I said I'd get her one."

"I didn't think you were SERIOUS!"

"Well, do you want her waking the neighbors?"

Hotaru tuned out their bickering (they'd almost definitely make up later), blushed, and pocketed the gag.

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Author's Note: Welp, that's chapter one of about four done. Dammit, brain, my first multi-chapter fic that actually requires it, and you decide it's going to be a smut-fic. Seriously? Seriously.