(Rating: H) 
 
	Note: this gets *quite* hentai at times.  If the idea of two women
making love is offensive or objectionable to you, then a) why did you read
the last fifty-odd episodes? and b) you'll want to skip this version of this
episode (this is 411a).  Episode 411 is the extended version; this just
covers a particular scene hinted at in the 'clean' version.  If you consider
yourself a fairly mature and open minded person, then by all means read
ahead.  Otherwise, 411 awaits you elsewhere.
 
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Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Orion 
A more or less original fanfic by LeVar Bouyer 
Episode 411a: Modern Agriculture 
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*** [title sequence] *** 
 
	"This better be a damn good treat," groused Eileen.  For the
thousandth time she shoved aside a stray branch as they walked through the
woods.
 
	"Trust me, it is," said Jen, stooping to avoid another branch that
Eileen would rather push away.  They both had their hiking boots on, and Jen
wore a field pack with a few supplies.  "Isn't this great?  Just you, me,
nature-"
 
	"Snow," said Eileen, watching a single flake fall from the sky.  "I
thought they said it wouldn't snow until Tuesday."
 
	"They were wrong, I guess."  They kept walking on for a bit, each to
their own thoughts.  Jen was conscious of the crunch of dead leaves beneath
their boots, and the way their path was uneven.  There were all sorts of
little bumps and tiny rises, and every now and then a larger bump and crack
told her she'd just stepped on a twig, or a branch, or once a fallen tree
trunk that they had to climb over.
 
	She also thought of her enemies.  Somewhere in the sky above them,
someone or something had sent four creatures to Nagano-2.  The first had
seemed to have the goal of destroying the city, the second and third had
never been given the opportunity to get that close, and the fourth, a
mystery, had seemed to be bent on reaching Antares.
 
	Something didn't add up to her.  Why Hinansho?  There was nothing
vitally important here, no ginzuishou, no magical artifacts.  In fact, the
only magical things here were Jen and Eileen themselves in their roles as
sailor senshi.  Perhaps that was it, then, maybe they were after the senshi
after all . . . but still, why?  Who in the universe would both know who the
senshi were and want to eliminate them?  Had some of Selenite's forces
somehow survived?  That would explain it; they'd almost certainly go after
the woman who had spearheaded the demise of their queen.  Still, she'd like
to see them face to face.  She hated not even knowing what her adversaries
looked like.
 
	Glancing behind her, she saw Eileen.  Despite the Pennsylvanian's
complaints, she could see that Eileen loved hiking.  She'd heard plenty of
stories of how Eileen would wander around the Lebanon Valley area, sometimes
all the way up to Indiantown Gap.  It had sounded beautiful to Jen.  All
that farmland on the valley floor, the hills to either side, fishing
unsuccessfully in the Quittapahilla, the small stream that bordered Eileen's
hometown of Annville.  Eileen was an outdoors girl, no doubt about it, and
Jen was glad to see her happy.  Her thoughts wandered off, and by
coincidence her thoughts were along the same line as Eileen's.  Then again,
lovers often think the same thing at once too often to be coincidental. 
Perhaps it was something else.
 
	The brunette walked on, taking in her surroundings.  She knew they
had no clear goal in mind, and yet at the same time she wasn't worried about
getting lost.  Even without an inertial tracker to give their position and
the cabin's to within five centimeters, she was confident she could guide
them back if necessary.  So, she looked around.  A typical forest, with a
few vines here and there, fallen branches and trees, few animals.  This
didn't surprise her; Hinansho was low on fauna, and most had been imported
to the southern hemisphere for ranching.  Too late in the season for
squirrels, she supposed.
 
	Eileen took in another bit of scenery: the person she regarded as
the most beautiful and all-around best person in the world.  Sometimes
looking at her made her want to just jump Jen wherever they were, and
sometimes she could just sit and stare at her for hours without laying a
finger on her.  It wasn't just physical, she knew; if it were her looks
alone Eileen probably would have moved on years ago.  No, it was her heart. 
Jen had a way of putting a hundred percent into everything she did.  She
knew that a lot of people were intimidated by that.  Eileen didn't mind; a
strong personality was just another thing to love about her, her willingness
to put everything into their relationship.
 
	Jen wasn't perfect, she knew.  She worked herself too hard at times,
she had a tendency to expect too much from others--and herself, too.  She
was still healing from the catastrophe of 3035; there were more than a few
times when Eileen had to give Jen a shoulder to cry on, when the memories
became too much and the redhead would sob herself to sleep, hating herself
and calling herself unlovable.  Those were the times that Eileen loved being
there for her lover, soothing her and telling her that no matter what
happened in the past, she would always be there for her.
 
	There was also the sex, the consummation of all their feelings and
affections for each other.  Making love with Jen was always wonderful for
both of them.  Eileen had been surprised more than once at the creativity
and enthusiasm Jen brought to bed, especially considering that Jen's
position as a teacher of history almost dictated that she be cool, calm, and
collected at all times.  That all went away in the bedroom, though, and she
knew she could count on Jen bringing her to the peak time and time again.
 
	All these thoughts ran through Eileen's mind, even as she
methodically noted the trees, the branches, the little landmarks that would
guide them back when necessary.  Even so, she found that their walk was
becoming more and more difficult.  She could feel her bottom and hips
starting to chafe ever so slightly.  When she realized just what had caused
it, she blushed.  "Um, Jen?"
 
	"Yes?"  She stopped and turned to look at Eileen. 
 
	"I think we should turn around now." 
 
	Jen frowned and leaned against a moss-covered tree trunk.  "Why? 
We're making good time, still plenty of daylight." Another snowflake fell.
 
	"Well . . . I've kinda got an itch, y'know . . . ." 
 
	"Oh," said Jen very slowly.  "I see, then.  Yeah, we should get back
and let you relax for a bit, then." A familiar glint came into Jen's eyes. 
"Yes, relaxation."
 
	Eileen looked into Jen's eyes and shivered slightly in anticipation. 
"Let's go, then."
 
*** 
 
	After watching the sunset, Jen finally walked into the cabin and sat
down on the bed next to Eileen, the overhead lamp on the ceiling the only
illumination for the small room.
 
	"Sleepy times, Jen," said Eileen, fluffing a pillow. 
 
	Jen smiled and took off her boots and socks.  "Already?  I can think
of a few things I'd like to do before then."
 
	Eileen had played this game before.  "Such as?"
 
	Jen peered over the lenses of her glasses.  "You."  Slowly and
deliberately, she stood over Eileen, who lay on the mattress, and removed
her sweater and T-shirt, tossing them aside in a corner.  Eileen looked up
and admired her lover, red hair cascading down her pale back, young breasts
hidden from view only by the white cotton bra Jen favored.
 
	Jen looked down, then with a distracted expression knelt down next
to Eileen.  "Eileen?"
 
	"Yeah?" 
 
	"I love you."  She leaned over and rolled on top of Eileen, kissing
her passionately.  As they kissed, their hands wandered over each other's
bodies, Eileen finding the button and zipper of Jen's jeans and undoing them
in a barely controlled frenzy.  After a quick moment they were loose, and
Jen wriggled to help Eileen slide the jeans down her long, smooth legs. 
Eileen smiled at the sight of Jen's white panties with tiny green polka
dots.  'They match her hair,' she thought idly.  She explored Jen's mouth
with her tongue, as Jen did the same with hers.
 
	Finally, Jen broke away gasping for breath.  She looked down at her
panting partner, red hair framing Jen's expectant face.  The urge to just
tear away Eileen's clothes and take her there and then was almost
overwhelming . . . 'but,' she thought, 'some things are so much better when
they're long and drawn out.' If patience was a virtue, Jen was a saint.  The
redhead carefully removed her glasses and placed them on the floor next to
the bed.
 
	Eileen looked up at Jen.  Despite the cold outside, the brunette
began to sweat.  "Jen . . . I need you now."
 
	"In due time." 
 
	Eileen felt her nipples harden even more, and a dampness grew
between her legs.  "No, I mean *now*."
 
	Jen went to her hands and knees, crawling over to Eileen until their
bodies overlapped.  The redhead bent down to whisper ever so slightly in
Eileen's right ear, punctuating every word with the gentlest of licks.  "In
. . . due . . . time," she said in her usual contralto, laced with
unmistakable lust.  

	Eileen shivered twice, uncontrollably.  "My God, you have no idea
what that voice does to me . . . ."
 
	Jen moved her head again so Eileen could see the smile.  "I know
exactly what it does, Eileen.  But that," and here she sat up, bottom
resting on Eileen's stomach, her taut body looming up over the brunette,
"was just a warm up."
 
	She bent down and buried her face in Eileen's flannel shirt, which
had by now become unbearably hot.  Smiling to herself, she slowly exhaled
through her mouth, her warm breath spreading through the cloth of the shirt
and having an undeniably arousing affect on Eileen's chest.  Then, with
infinite care Jen reached down and undid the first button, then the second,
revealing the brunette's collarbones.
 
	Eileen's only response was a sharp intake of breath. 
 
	For the next three minutes, Jen carefully undid all the buttons on
Eileen's shirt, finally reaching the spot where it was tucked into her
jeans.  "We seem to have a problem," said Jen softly.  "But we'll get to
that." Reaching back up, she pulled Eileen's shirt back to either side,
revealing the white bra the brunette wore, and the rest of her well-toned
body.
 
	Eileen breathed heavily, her heart racing as she knew what would
come next.  It always did.
 
	With blinding speed Jen took her attention away from Eileen's
breasts and to her belt, undoing it in a flash, unfastening her lover's
jeans and almost ripping off the garment, carelessly tossing it in a corner
of the cabin.
 
	"Silk?" asked Jen, looking down.  "No wonder you couldn't make the
hike easily.  This won't do at all; these'll have to go.  But *first*-" She
lay atop Eileen, facing down, and enveloped her mouth in another kiss. 
Eileen responded with vigor, their tongues flicking and duelling as her body
pressed back, managing to flip them both over so that she was on top. 
"Mmph!"
 
	Eileen smiled and reached for Jen's arching back, hooking her
fingers on the clasp of her bra and unfastening it.  For her part, Jen's
hands wandered over Eileen's breasts, her stomach, her bottom, and finally
resting on her inner thighs.  The brunette gasped as Jen applied a
featherlike touch to her sensitive thighs, occasionally extending a teasing
finger towards the junction of her legs.  She never lingered long there,
though, never even touching the cloth that covered her womanhood.
 
	This had the desired effect.  Distracted, Eileen squirmed, trying to
drive herself backwards into Jen's wandering hands.  The redhead moved just
as quickly, taking care to avoid Eileen's goal, though the scent of both
their arousal made it difficult.  Jen had to force herself not to hook her
fingers under Eileen's panties and give her lover the pleasure they both
sought.
 
	As she slid, Jen's bra slipped off, being left forgotten in the bed
sheets.  Eileen sat up and looked down at her taller lover and her perfectly
formed breasts.  Jen's dark pink nipples were fully erect, and Eileen
grinned sadistically, poking at one with an index finger.  Jen moaned in
response and edged her fingers closer to Eileen's crotch, which was of
course just what Eileen wanted.  With a gasp, the brunette bent her head
down and brushed her lips over the tip before engulfing it in her mouth.
 
	"Kyaaa!"  Jen screamed with delight while Eileen smiled.  After so
many years, she knew exactly what turned her lover on, and few things did
that more than what she had just done.  She continued suckling on her
breast, unheeding of Jen's bucking and thrashing.  Finally, she relented,
leaving her lover to pant heavily.
 
	"Kami-sama," whispered Jen, twitching.  It wasn't enough to bring
her to her peak--it never was--but it brought her ever so close.  Her eyes
narrowed with determination.  It was payback time.  Rolling over, she stood
and matter-of-factly removed her panties, revealing her nude body to Eileen. 
Eileen felt a familiar warmth within her; a stirring of the same desire that
manifested itself whenever she saw Jen in such a state.  From her feet up to
the top of her head, Eileen saw her as one hundred and eighty-three
centimeters of feminine perfection.
 
	Jen twirled slowly, putting on a show and feeling a dampness between
her legs that only increased.  "Like what you see?" she asked rhetorically. 
"Let's see how you feel it, then!" Without further preamble she sat on
Eileen's stomach again, this time her back facing the brunette's face.  For
her part, Eileen groaned with pleasure, feeling the warmth and wetness of
her lover upon her tummy.  "Take it off," Jen said simply, pointing behind
her at the bra.
 
	Eileen unhesitatingly arched her back up long enough to pull off her
bra, dumping it to the floor of the cabin.  Her breasts were now exposed to
the air, slightly smaller than Jen's.  Jen slowly slid her bottom forward on
Eileen's chest, deriving her own pleasure from the friction of skin against
skin.  As she slid, she lowered her head as well, so that when her face
finally reached Eileen's crotch, Jen's own bare wet sex was clearly visible. 
Eileen stared at it, inches from her face.
 
	Jen didn't pay any attention to this.  At the moment her entire
world was centered on a piece of silk cloth that covered a slight curved
mound.  She craned her head, taking in Eileen's scent as it seeped through
the slightly damp panties.  Closing her eyes, she then breathed ever so
softly onto Eileen's womanhood.
 
	"JENNIFER!" screamed Eileen, hands gripping the sheets and bundling
them tightly.  Her face flushed a bright red as the orgasm instantly took
her, and Jen noted the panties got a bit darker with Eileen's arousal.  She
inhaled the scent again, and again exhaled, eliciting the same response. 
Unable to take any more, Eileen relented and drove her tongue forward.

	For a split second Jen froze, every muscle taut.  Then, she let her
breath out, again sending Eileen into paroxysms.  Jen's head finally slumped
forward, resting her cheek on Eileen's body.  The brunette smiled, feeling
the second warmth between her legs.  Idly she let her hands run through the
red hair that had now spread itself over her legs.
 
	'That was fun,' thought Eileen.  'But it's not over!'  She renewed
her oral assault on Jen's body, lazily going up and down, never lingering
long at any one spot but never in a hurry either.  This was perhaps her
favorite part of their lovemaking, being able to pleasure her lover so much. 
She would gladly do this all day, if the only thanks she got in return was
Jen's happiness.  It was simply all the better since she got so much more in
return.  She slowly arched her hips, feeling Jen's hands tug at her panties. 
As Jen removed them, Eileen continued her lovemaking, taking in that taste
and smell that was uniquely Jennifer.
 
	Meanwhile, Jen tossed aside the panties, seeing no further use for
them that night.  What lay behind them was more interesting.  Not wasting
any time, she wanted to express her love and thanks for the pleasure she was
receiving that moment.  At this point, the quickest way to do that was to
make Eileen delirious with pleasure, and that involved centering her
attention on one tiny part of her anatomy.  Forcing her tongue into a tight
curl, she ran it around and around Eileen's clitoris, mercilessly exciting
the bundle of sensitive nerves.  From the gasps and frenzied assault on her
body, Jen could tell that it was having the desired effect as climax after
climax surged through the brunette.  She raised her eyes from her task and
saw Eileen's toes tightly curled.  Jen smiled and went back to taking her
lover to heaven.
 
	After a few moments she relaxed slightly, letting the pleasure build
in herself until she reached and passed her peak with a gentle sigh, then
continued on.  She knew that Eileen liked things quick, hard, and often, and
Eileen knew that Jen liked things slow, soft, and sparingly.  Sometimes the
balance didn't quite work out; Jen was occasionally too talented in bringing
Eileen's hormones to a boil and as a result went at Jen too quickly, and
sometimes Jen would get tired and not make love with the fervor Eileen
needed.  Today was slightly better than average; both could feel that they
were in synch.  Gradually they both built up their passion, Jen's sighs
coming more frequently, Eileen's gasps now coming constantly.  Eileen,
sensing Jen's peak approaching, prepared to finish off the night.  She
poised two fingers together, positioned them at the entrance, and
*pushed*. 
 
	Jen, with a squeal and a loud long sigh, delivered a final flick of
the tongue that brought Eileen over the edge for the last time.  The two lay
limp and panted for a moment, neither making any move to get up.  Then, Jen
slowly turned herself around and planted a long kiss on Eileen's lips.  "I
love you, Eileen."
 
	"I love you too, Jennifer," replied the brunette, a tear streaking
her cheek.  The two embraced, falling asleep in each other's arms.