Strike Witches Chronicles

In honour of the Strike Witches character battles going on, I felt like sharing some of my Strike Witches stories that I've been writing and posting here and there online with the Fakku forums. This includes both Graphic(sexual) stories and clean stories, so take careful note of the story tags so you can avoid erotic stories if you don't want to read them(or skip the goody-two-shoes stories in favour of, as the case may be)...

As with all my stories, I appreciate any and all input, feedback, and criticisms.

Insert "Defeat" Joke.... Here
(f/f, Feet, NC)

Francesca hummed a silly tune as she worked, rinsing and wringing out the laundry down in the bowels of the Strike Witches headquarters. She'd spelled poor Hartmann a couple of hours ago after Erica had been down here most of the morning.

Francesca wouldn't admit it, but she'd rather be down here where the warmth from the boiler room was than out in the cold, windy afternoon drilling with the rest of the Witches; Brittania was colder than her sunny home shores on the Mediterranean. She might be stuck down here on laundry duty for her part in the pants incident, but she didn't particularly regret it.

Grinning and grabbing another handful of clothes to toss in the washtub, she started her song over from the beginning. ~Oh, Shirley's really somethin', they're like a pair of pumpkins; Minna is an Ace in, that place she hangs her Rib~bons; Lynette's hair is silken, like the bags she keeps her milk in; Perrine's little muffins, are nothin' short of nothin'; Discipline's what Karlsland's all about, and that's why Barkhorn's stick straight out; Eila'd throw a royal fit, if Sanya showed her little...~ She broke off her song hearing footsteps approaching.

Taking a moment to splash her face with soapy water to make it look like she was sweating, she drooped down over the washtub and began to slowly scrub a uniform top up and down in a mournful manner, trying to get just the right look of apology and pity on her face. If it was Wilcke or Sakamoto, they might just let her out so she could go take a nap.

"Hmph," came a conceited snort from the doorway, "Well it's nice to see you're at least taking your punishment seriously."

"Ahn," Francesca, "It's just you Perrine."

"Flight Officer Closterman," Perrine corrected sharply. "Since we're both still on duty."

"What are you doing down here anyway," Francesca asked, sitting up and going back to her laundry.

Perrine gave a dignified sniff, shifting a small parcel under her arm, "I'm delivering some of my personal effects to be laundered. Since you're down here, I supposed I could leave them with you," she said, laying a small duffle down beside Francesca's washtub.

Perrine was almost out of the door, when she heard the soft hiss of the duffle cord being pulled, and the rustle of clothes as Francesca began to rifle through it. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw Francesca spinning a pair of Perrine's white pants on the end of her finger "Aha," Francesca said with a grin, "You're gonna trust me with your stuff again so soon?"

"Warrant Officer Lucchini!" Perrine said, flushed with frustration and embarrassment, "I meant to leave those for the regular laundry staff! I have special instructions for my things, and some of them need delicate washing! You can't possibly understand the importance of using gentle detergents on those fabrics, that's Egyptian cotton! Ah!" she squawked, "Take those off!"

Francesca, who had donned a pair of Perrine's stockings and tied them under her chin like a nun's bonnet, just grinned, "What if I don't want to~" she called in a playful manner.

"Now!" Perrine cried, making a grab for her stockings, but Francesca was too fast for her, skipping to one side keeping the washtub between them.

"Can't make me!" Francesca said.

"Give them back!" Perrine cried petulantly, lunging left and right trying to get at Francesca around the washtub.

"Not gonna!" Francesca cried happily, waiting for Perrine to lunge to one side before ducking the other way around the tub. Stepping on a mislaid bar of laundry soap, though, she skidded a few short feet and impacted the wall with her forehead. Stumbling backward, her calf bumped the edge of the washtub, unbalancing her; she windmilled her arms comically for a few moments before dropping bottom first into the wash-water, soaking her uniform.

Perrine, who'd stepped back quickly to avoid the splash, simply snatched her stockings off of Francesca's head as the poor girl struggled to get free of the washtub. "Serves you right," she muttered, stuffing her things back in their duffle and setting them carefully to the side.

"Aww," Francesca whined, "At least help me up, Perrine."

"Flight Officer Closterman," Perrine corrected automatically, crossing her arms and looking disdainfully down at the sopping girl. "And I think you got just what you deserve," she said coldly as Francesca scrambled to get out of the tub, "Honestly, behaving like a child, no respect for authority or your elders. How far do you think you can get with just a friendly face and an apology with these stunts you pull?"

Francesca tried to ignore Perrine's rant, sloshing water out of the tub as she clambered over the side. She huffed, taking off her uniform top and wringing it out into the washtub before climbing down on all fours and using it to sop up the water.

Perrine was shocked that the younger girl would just strip like that in front of her, but recovered quickly, "And you're shameless," she continued her rant, watching beads of soapy water run down Francesca's olive-toned back, "What kind of person just strips in front of someone else like that?! Where's your decency!"

"You're the one standing there staring," Francesca shot back without looking up, wringing another load of water back into the Washtub, "You don't even have the decency to turn around."

Flustered, Perrine sputtered for a moment before continuing, "I- I'm afraid to, frankly," she said with a sniff, "I bet you blame me for falling in that bucket. There's no telling what retaliation you might try on me! I don't dare turn my back."

"Than be quiet," Francesca sniped in a grumpy tone, "Or just go away... I've got work to do here."

"Hmph," Perrine huffed again in conceit, "Yes, I suppose that's all you're good for. Menial little tasks for menial little labourers," she finished. "No class, no decency, no control... you may as well work like an animal, you already act like one."

Francesca was getting more and more hurt by Perrine's constant, haughty jabs. She clenched her uniform top in her hands, fighting back humiliated, angry tears.

"Well don't just sit there, Little Beast," Perrine hissed, planting her foot on Francesca's bottom and giving it a shove, "Get back to work."

"Don't!" Francesca blubbered, "Don't do that!"

"Oh, why is that, Little Beast," Perrine said, giving her another shove, making her Francesca fall face-first into her wet, soapy uniform top.

Spluttering, Francesca left her bottom sticking up in the air, laying with her face on the uniform top. "Stop it! I don't like this!"

"Oh," Said Francesca with a superior sneer, readjusting her spectacles, "And what do you plan to do about it, Little BEAST!" she finished, planting another firm shove into Francesca's bottom.

Or planned to. Francesca, with a diabolical face, rolled to one side quickly, leaving Perrine off balance. Grabbing Perrine's leg, Francesca rose up on her knees, holding Perrine's leg and forcing the girl to flap her arms and hop madly on one leg to keep her balance. "Ah... ah... ahh!" Perrine grunted and squeaked, struggling to keep her balance, all traces of her former poise and superiority destroyed.

"How's that for a Little Beast, you big, flapping chicken!" Francesca taunted, a few angry tears still beaded in the corner of her eye. She shoved Perrine's leg around, making the older girl flop and struggle to stay up.

"Ah! I'm sorry Lucchini!," Perrine simpered, "I didn't mean it, let me go..."

"Why should I," Francesca taunted back, "I don't believe you anyway, apologize better."

"Um... I'm sorry Lucchini," She tried in her most saccharine voice, " It was just a joke, you see."

Francesca stuck her tongue out at Perrine, "That's not even close to good enough," she said, dragging Perrine to the right, forcing her to hop toward the washtub. "Maybe you need a bath to clean out that dirty mouth."

"Don't you dare!" Perrine started sharply, clapping her hands over her mouth when she saw Francesca's angry face. Forcing the biggest fake smile she could, Perrine said, "What I mean, Lucchini, was that won't be necessary. I- I- I'm sorry I called you a.. a Little Beast," she said as contritely as possible, struggling with her equilibrium still. "It was- woah - It was mean-spirited and cruel. I'm very sorry and I won't do it any more."

Francesca sniffed back a few tears still, her face betraying a deeper hurt than Perrine had realized at first. "You really mean it."

Taken aback, Perrine leaned forward as best she could, putting her faith in Francesca to hold her up so that she could look Francesca in the eyes. "I really mean it, Lucchini," she said in all honestly, "I'm really sorry."

Francesca waited just a few moments to see if Perrine really was sincere, then she smiled, "Ok. I guess I can forgive you. After your punishment."

"Punishment?!" Perrine said, "What are talking about? Let me go this instant."

"Nuh-uh," Francesca said, gripping Perrine's calf more firmly. "Not till I pay you back."

"But... but..." Perrine fretted, "You said you forgave me!"

An impish grin spread across Francesca's face, "'It's good to trust others, but not to do so is much better'," she quoted. "I forgive ya, but we're not even yet."

Indignant, Perrine complained, "That's not fair!" and tried to stomp, nearly dumping herself in the floor in the process.

"'The Right to Rule is determined by the Victor", Francesca continued, reaching up underneath Perrine's leg and tickling the soft underside of the back of her knee. "Who do you think's winning?"

"Ahahah~ oh!" Perrine caught herself laughing and tried to fight it, struggling to free herself from Francesca's grip. "Let me go! Let me go you ahaha.. You little weasel!"

Francesca just gripped Perrine's calf more tightly, pulling the hopping girl's leg up onto her own shoulder and resting her head against it, reaching further back up and tickling with all her might at the underside of Perrine's knee. "Not till I'm ready~" she sang.

"Ah! Aha... OoooH!" Perrine half laughed, half shouted, struggling to keep her balance in the midst of Francesca's assault. "Let me ahah... ah let me go now or so help me..."

"What ya gonna do, Perrine?" Francesca teased, rubbing her cheek on Perrine's ankle.

"Ooooh!" Perrine grunted, reaching forward to take a swipe at Francesca, who pulled back out of the way, sending Perrine flailing wildly to keep from falling.

"Haha!" Francesca chuckled, ducking backward again as Perrine swung frantically at her. "Hey now!" Perrine reached back for another try, and froze as Francesca opened her mouth and bit down on her leg.

"Ow!" Perrine cried, more in shock than pain. Francesca hadn't bitten down hard, but she did get the blonde girl's attention. "What are you doing!"

"You keep swatting at me like an animal, and I'll gnaw your leg off, see if I don't."

Perrine's eyes widened. "You wouldn't dare!"

Francesca just flashed her a toothy grin, tilting her head to the side and laying it across Perrine's leg, "You keep saying that; maybe it'll come true one day."

Perrine sputtered indignantly for a few seconds before crossing her arms and huffing, turning her head up to the side, waiting for Francesca's next move. She was surprised to feel that Francesca's touch was becoming lighter, less of a tickle than a playful pet. Looking down she saw Francesca stroking her head gently along the side of her own calf.

"W-what are you doing, Lucchini!"

"Mmm," Francesca replied dreamily, "Your leg smells nice, Perrine..."

"Of course, what did you expect it to smell like," Perrine sputtered indignantly before correcting herself, "I mean, what are you doing smelling my leg! Let me go."

Francesca just drug her face along Perrine's leg, breathing in deeply all the way, sending an odd shiver down Perrine's spine. "But you were out drilling all afternoon with the others, right? And you haven't had a bath or anything yet?"

"Yes," Perrine said, growing increasingly uncomfortable with Francesca's increasingly familiar tone and actions.

"It's nice, not really sweaty or anything... kinda like flowers."

"Err... well, yes," Perrine said, a slow red bloom creeping across her cheeks, "I keep an herbal sachet in my striker unit with Mint and lavender so that it doesn't become... stale..."

"You mean stinky right," Francesca beamed, nuzzling Perrine's leg softly. "Man, you should smell Shirley's after a long flight, it's like fried corn cakes and gymnasium sweat... ewww."

"Err... yes, well..."

"But then, that's to be expected of our Perrine," Francesca said, "You always were... Y'know..."

"Prepared?" Perrine guessed, "Diligent?"

"Prissy!" Francesca finished, snuggling Perrine's leg again and tilting it up to pre-empt her attempt at a slap.

Perrine could feel Francesca's ponytails tickling the inside edge of her lower leg, sending goose-bumps running the length of her calf. Francesca scooted back a little, grabbing Perrine's flat, black pump and pulling it off.

"What are you doing!" Perrine demanded.

"Eheehee~" Francesca laughed, "Round two!" Gripping Perrine's ankle in her left hand she began to furiously tickle the stocking-clad foot in front of her, making Perrine squeal in frustration as she fought to keep from laughing or falling over.

Perrine had to clap both her hands over her mouth to keep from howling in laughter at Francesca's assault, her face going redder and redder as she struggled just to breathe under the constant barrage. Finally seeing spots, she tipped over forward toward Francesca unexpectedly, the two collapsing together into a soapy pile in the middle of the floor.

Gasping for breath, mortified, but still giggling despite herself, Perrine struggled to untangle herself from Francesca, who was doing her best impression of a Romangna squid and clinging damply to any part of Perrine that came close laughing all the time.

Finally disentangling herself Perrine managed to crawl a few feet away from Francesca, who was laying on her back still laughing.

"Honestly," she chastised Francesca, "You're still such a child."

"Yep!" was Francesca's only reply, as she rolled over on her stomach, looking up at Perrine and grinning. Bedraggled, with water and soap dripping from her hair and uniform, she'd lost most of the serious, gallant mien she tried so hard to maintain.

"I think," said Perrine, clearing her throat stiffly to stifle the last of her giggles, "That this was enough of a break for you, Warrant Officer Lucchini."

Crawling away from the soapy puddle in the floor, Perrine was halted when Lucchini seized her leg, throwing her off balance and pulling her back.

"Flying Officer Lucchini," Perrine said sternly, "I think this has gone on long enough for, Oh My GOD!" this last exclamation came as Francesca held the arch of Perrine's foot to her face and seized it with her teeth, biting it. It wasn't a hard bite, more like playful nibbles as Francesca opened her mouth wide around it, sucking gently as she scraped her teeth across it.

Perrine arched her back unconsciously at the surge of sensation, too shocked to struggle at first as Francesca continued to nip playfully at her sole. Francesca's hands were busy as well, gently caressing Perrine's ankle and toes, while one of her thumbs massaged the top of Perrine's foot.

Unused to this degree of contact, Perrine was trapped, bit ting her lower lip to keep silent as she tried to muster the strength to stand, but the electric buzz of Francesca's touch arced up and down her legs, shocking her with a spreading heat deep in her own sex. "S-s-stop, Lucchi-chi-chi-ni..." she stuttered softly, "That's feels... weird..."

Francesca ran her tongue roughly along the sole of Perrine's foot, making the blonde shudder, "You mean it feels good, don'cha?"

"It... it doesn't feel bad, no," Perrine said evasively, wriggling ineffectively to try and inch away from Francesca. Hearing the sound of ripping cloth, she looked back with a burst of shock and saw Francesca had seized the sheer material of her grey stockings in her teeth and shredded it, ripping a ragged hole through the material and exposing her entire foot.

"No, don't!" Perrine said, fighting harder to escape now even as Francesca leaned forward and engulfed her wiggling big toe in her mouth. Perrine moaned softly despite herself as she felt herself engulfed in Francesca's hot, wet mouth.

'This is so wrong,' Perrine thought to herself as Francesca suckled gently at her toe, running her tongue along the cuticle, 'But why does it feel so good...'

Francesca lifted her head from Perrine's foot grinning, "What'cha think, Perrine? Still feeling 'not bad'?"

Panting softly despite herself, Perrine said nothing at first. When Francesca clambered over her, sitting down on her buttocks, though she tried again to shake off the younger girl. "Lucchini cut it out... this is... weird..."

"What's so weird," Francesca said, snuggling against Perrine's cheeks and pulling the material of her pants tight against her mound. "It feels good, so why worry... "

"Lucchini d-don't,' Perrine muttered feebly as Francesca shredded the material over Perrine's other leg, drawing her bare foot up to her mouth and kissing it gently in the center before trailing playful nibbles and soft kissed up to her toes.

Perrine hissed, trying to fight back the sensation as Perrine ran her tongue between her toes, sucking at the digits as they twitched and flexed unconsciously. Caressing the blonde's arch and heel gently with her thumbs, Francesca licked softly over Perrine's toes, letting her teeth scrape ever so gently here and there and eliciting the occasional squeal from Perrine.

Francesca pulled Perrine's other leg to her face now, the older girl's twin ivory soles flanking her olive face as she turned back and forth between them, kissing and nipping.

Perrine no longer had the strength to fight Francesca's sensual assault, but she continued to try to deny the delicious fire that ran along her nerves from the sensitive flesh of her feet which seemed to crash at the core of her sex, making her slick with anticipation.

Francesca's exploration continued, mapping Perrine's delicate flesh with Kiss and Touch, running her tongue up and down Perrine's calf while she massaged her toes, then nibbling on the bulge of the blonde girl's ankle until she shuddered with repressed moans.

Suddenly, Lucchini stopped, standing up over Perrine. Relieved, but partly disappointed, Perrine opened her eyes to see Francesca seize her legs and roll her over. Flush with exertion, and huffing softly, she could only watch as Francesca sized her pants and the remnants of her stockings and pulled them off with a huge grin. Perrine's slit was visibly damp, partly with soapy water, but the edges of her lips were red and puffy, and her clit was almost visible beneath the folds of her hood.

"W-what are you doing Lucchini," Perrine slurred as Francesca lifted her legs and spread them apart in a lewd V.

"If you thought that was 'not bad, ' She grinned at Perrine, lifting her soapy foot to trace the taut, muscled lines of Perrine's inner thigh, "You won't believe this."

"N-no! NO!" Perrine said, adrenaline surging as she realized what Francesca was going to do. Her protests were cut off sharply as Francesca seized the rounded curve of her hood between two surprisingly dexterous toes and squeezed, pinching the flesh against Perrine's clit. Surprise and pleasure made Perrine jump, her muscles twitched and clenched, sending surge after surge of pleasure from her sensitive peak as it jerked between Francesca's squeezing digits.

Perrine arched her back sharply, letting out a long, low moan at the sensation. She never imagined the pleasure her sex was capable of producing, and had never indulged herself before. Now she whined and writhed as Francesca tended softly to the folds of her bare pussy.

"Gee, Perrine, " Francesca teased playfully, tracing her toe up and down the soft lower lips of Perrine's core, "You're really wet."

"O-of course, dummy," Perrine said huffily, 'It's all th-th-this soapy water..."

"I don't think the soap got up HERE," Francesca exclaimed, inserting her big toe deep into Perrine's pussy.

Perrine whimpered softly in pleasure as the walls of her sex clutched at the intruding member, she felt her hips begin to rock softly against Francesca's foot, gasping as she felt Francesca's smaller toes rubbing across the swollen peak of her clitoris.

"Ooh, Perrine," Francesca purred, "Your little kitty is so cute." Humming softly, she started to sing under her breath, ~Perrine's little Kitty, certainly is pretty; I got her wet, and made her sweat, and puffed up her little clitty!~"

"Ahn," Perrine moaned shamefully, covering her face with her hands, "Don't be so familiar... that's... that's so vulgar..."

"Why's it vulgar," Francesca demanded, sticking her foremost pair of toes into Perrine's pussy, wigging and thrusting them time with the rhythmic pulse of Perrine's thrusts. "What's wrong with being proud of feeling good!"

"B-b-but..." Perrine began, panting and shaking her head against the welling heat which threatened to overflow from the heart of her pussy, "This is perverse and strange! Sex is supposed to be romantic and passionate..."

"I can be romantic," Francesca argued, "Didn't I say your little pussy was cute?"

"That's just wrong!," Perrine whined, "First off that's not romantic its crude and vulgar," she said, still writhing as Francesca fed more and more of her delicate foot into Perrine's throbbing pussy. "And second, oh... oh second, romantic is being swept off your feet by handsome princess on a white horse, not molested in the laundry room by a dirty Romangna peasant!"

Francesca stopped her movements then, standing still. Perrine, afraid she might have gone too far, fanned her fingers to take a peak at Francesca's face. Francesca was staring down at the floor, not speaking, and Perrine took her hands away from her face completely try and speak to her. "Lucchini?"

Suddenly, Francesca looked up and grinned widely. "Prince-ESS?" she asked Perrine archly.

"What?"

"Prince-ESS on a white horse," Francesca said, "That's what you said.'

Blushing bright pink, Perrine sputtered a denial, "O-o-o-of course not! Prince on a white horse. Prince!"

Francesca just giggled, and twisted her foot deeper into Perrine's sex, the unexpected thrust making her throw her head back and groan in sudden pleasure. Francesca brought one of Perrine's held legs up to her face, nibbling delicately on her sole as she continued to thrust into Perrine's tender pussy.

By now Perrine had her hand at her mouth, biting down on her finger to hold back her moans, still fighting the rising pleasure she felt. "No... oh no," she panted as a soft, blue glow suffused her, and her feline ears and tail began to sprout.

"Ah ha!," Francesca whooped, "I knew you loved this. You can't even control your magic."

"It's not like that," Perrine whined, her hears flattening against her head.

"Don't worry, Perrine," Francesca grinned, "I know it feels good, just enjoy it." She continued to use her foot to drive Perrine wild, adoring the feel of Perrine's honey between her toes as she thrust into the hot core of her lover's body.

Perrine's tail twitched, curled up to the right with a tiny tuft of soap bubbles dripping off of it as Francesca continued to thrust into Perrine's sex, pushing her closer to climax. Perrine's voice was a litany of soft moans, and she reached to the side, gripping Francesca's discarded Uniform top in her hand, clenching it tightly as she began to climax.

"Lu~cchi~ni~" was all she could manage as she broke, arching her back with a great sigh, the rhythmic pulse of her tunnel grasping at Francesca's intruding limb as the blonde overflowed onto her foot.

"Eheehee~" Lucchini laughed, adoring the rush of sending her lover over the edge. "How 'not bad' was that, Perrine?"

Perrine didn't reply, laying exhausted with her arm over her eyes panting in the wake of her orgasm. She felt Francesca moving, and a shadow loomed over her. Moving her arm, she saw Francesca standing on one leg, extending her foot to Perrine.

"What," Perrine said, summoning the dregs of her grace, "Do you expect me to do with THAT."

"What else," Francesca, said, "It's your turn."

"I think not," Perrine said with a huff, "You might have... have ambushed me into this perverse farce, but I can assure you I have no intention of..." her protests were cut off as Francesca gleefully crammed her foot against Perrine's mouth. The older girl sputtered and slapped ineffectually against Francesca's leg, trying to force her away

Francesca kept rubbing her foot against Perrine's lips, smearing the girl's own nectar against her face as she tried to force her toes in between Perrine's clenched jaws. Worming her big toe between Perrine's lips, Francesca forced Perrine's teeth open, wiggling her toes in the warm gap of her mouth. Perrine gagged a little, forcing her tongue out of the way of the intruding digits.

Struggling to breathe through her nose, Perrine's mouth was slowly filling with saliva mixed with her nectar and the washwater dripping from Francesca's legs. To keep from choking, she was forced to swallow, prompting a giggle from Francesca as she closed her mouth around the young girls foot.

Pulling her foot from Perrine's mouth, leaving a shiny trail of saliva and spent pussy juice behind, Francesca grinned and patted Perrine lightly on the cheek with the sole of her foot. "There now,"

Perrine rolled over onto all fours, coughing. She spat, and glared back at Francesca, her ears laid low and her tail pointed and twitching. "Flight Officer Lucchini, that was the most disgusting thing I've ever been subject to." She made move to crawl away, but was seized by the leg again by Francesca.

"We're not finished yet, Perrine!" Francesca said, dragging the exhausted girl back, "It's my turn now."

"W-w-what! You can't be s-serious!" Perrine groaned, scrambling against Francesca's surprisingly steady grip. She clawed wildly at the flagstones, trying to dig her nails in as she was drug bodily back to Francesca, "Ahh~! Someone save me..."

Quickly slipping her own pants off, leaving her smooth, slim pussy bare, Francesca seized Perrine by the Hips, rolling her onto her side and sliding in between her legs, snuggling her crotch against Perrine's with a sigh.

Hooking Perrine's leg over her shoulder, Francesca began to buck her hips, grinding her pussy against Perrine's as laundry water and pussy nectar mixed, making their mounds slide across each other smoothly.

"Ah, Perrine, it's good," Francesca whispered, crushing her sex against Perrine's abused pussy with wild abandon.

Francesca's own magic control was fading as she built her pleasure, and her short, pointed ears and tail emerged. She grinned, feeling Perrine's willowy tail behind her and seized it with her own, the stiff panther tail tail overpowering Perrine's, tugging gently on it with each thrust, forcing Perrine to move her own hips in time with Francesca's humping.

"No... no... please..." Perrine babbled, her head lolling from one side to the other in passionate delirium, "No more... so lewd... so vulgar..."

Francesca, sweat beading on her brow, continued to rut against Perrine's pussy, the lips of their sex parting slightly, rubbing against each with a hungry rhythm.

"Ooh, Perrine," Francesca moaned, gripping the older girls hips firmly, "I'm getting close, just a little more..." So saying, she stood, pulling Perrine's hips up off the ground.

"W-what are you doing Lucchini," Perrine muttered.

"C'mon," Francesca said, using her new leverage to pound her sex down against Perrine's pussy, "C'mon..."

Almost without realizing, Perrine steadied herself with her shoulders, pushing back against Francesca's ferocious thrusts. Holding herself up with the leg on Francesca's shoulder, she hooked her other leg under Francesca's arm, which the younger girl gripped in her armpit, and the two used the shared leverage to drive into each other with a renewed abandon.

Francesca reached down to her own pussy, gently pinching the swollen head of her clit, stroking it as she and Perrine continued the thrusts of their hips. Syncopated, high-pitched moans accompanied Francesca's lunges as she drove herself closer and closer to orgasm.

Fatigue and pleasure had driven most of the thoughts from Perrine's mind; her only goal, now, was to reach that golden peak again, and she clenched her legs tight against her slender lover, riding the waves of pleasure as the girls ground them selves against each other in a frenzy.

"Perrine! Perrine! Perrine!" Francesca stammered, her breath catching in her throat as she neared her release, "I'm coming Perrine..."

"No~!" Perrine whined, "I'm so close, please... "

Francesca, releasing her own clit, seized Perrine's, stroking it with her thumb in time with their hips. Perrine yelped, biting her lip and driving against Francesca, determined to push them both over the edge.

Francesca's orgasm was first, the girl crying out and losing her strength, dropping to her knees, collapsing against Perrine. Perrine managed a few thrusts against the slack form of the Romangna girl, finally peaking a second time as the two crumpled together into a sweaty heap.

Perrine wavered at the edge of sleep for several minutes, suffused with the afterglow... she snapped out of it rather abruptly, however, when Lucchini stirred, clinging tightly to Perrine's chest.

"Mmm... you smell nice," she muttered softly, nuzzling into the crook of Perrine's arm.

Perrine, for all she'd been through, couldn't find the energy to be that angry with Lucchini. She reached out, hesitantly at first, and gently scratched Francesca on the back of the head, just behind her fading feline ears.

The sharp sound of someone clearing their throat sent a surge of cold fear and embarrassment through Perrine, who scrambled to get up, fighting against Francesca who adhered like a barnacle to her side. Eventually making it to a sitting position with Francesca still clinging to her waist, Perrine looked up to see the crisp, white uniform of Major Sakamoto.

"Ma-ma-ma-major Sa-sa-sakamoto!" Perrine cried, nearly in tears, "This isn't what... I mean, I'm not.. I mean we did, but it's not.. I just mean..."

Sakamoto crouched down in front of Perrine, fixing her with her good eye. She smiled genially and clapped Perrine warmly on the shoulder, "HA HA HA... Don't worry so much Closterman, It's no big deal, I understand."

"Huh?" was Perrine's only response.

"I understand," Sakamoto said in a matronly tone, "In the heat of combat, you form deep relationships, the fires of war can make for strange bedfellows. I've seen this sort of thing before, it's hardly new."

"Eh? EEEH!" Perrine exclaimed, "N-no! It's not like that!"

"Don't worry, I said," Sakamoto loudly, clapping Perrine across the back, "No-one's going to mind. I was a little worried about you at first, Closterman," Sakamoto said, "You seemed... a little stiff. Standoffish. I thought you might need some help breaking the ice." She gave Perrine a conspiratorial wink, "In fact, I was thinking about taking you under my wing, so to speak." Perrine's glowing face lasted only seconds before Sakamoto continued, "I can see now I needn't have worried though, you're doing fine. Lucchini, though, she can be a handful. I expect you keep on her," Sakamoto said, clapping Perrine a final time on the back, not noticing the shattered look on the poor girl's face, "See if you can keep her in line a bit, since you two are getting on so well. Oh," she added on her way out the door, "And help her clean up in here... you two did make something of a mess."

Perrine sat in abject shock for a full minute. Francesca looked up at Perrine, and recoiled in abject terror at her face. Perrine's growl started low, but it rose in pitch as the aura of magical energy surrounded Perrine increased, sending jagged arcs of electricity outward.

Perrine stood slowly and turned menacingly around, snarling "LU~ CCHI~ N... she's gone?"

Francesca's survival instincts had her in a mad scramble, and she was fully twenty yards down the main corridor at a full sprint before Perrine managed to follow her, chasing her wildly through the lower hallways, howling "COME BACK LUCCHINI!"

Francesca didn't waste breath on a response, she was bolting down hallways, her soapy feet scrambling for purchase on the polished granite floors as she dashed for the main stairs with Perrine hot on her heels and closing.

Up the stairs and left with Perrine still giving chase, Francesca's nude form leap over, rolled across, and generally bounced off tables, lamps, doors, and workers as she looked for an escape. Bursting through a set of double doors, she was up and out through an open window and sprinting across the grass at full speed, leaving Perrine snarling and gasping in fury in the room Francesca just exited.

"You can't run far enough to get away from me, Lucchini!" Perrine shouted at the top of her voice, "The things I'm going to do to you when I catch you you will NEVER FORGET!"

With her words still ringing in the air, Perrine took a moment to take stock of her surroundings, and her entire body flared into bright pink embarrassment as, apparently, the two had burst in on the main dining room during dinner...

More than a half dozen pairs of eyes were fixed on Perrine, who was suddenly conscious of her stained, spotted, dripping uniform, matted hair, and the fact she was fully nude from the waist down. Yanking her uniform top down to cover herself, she tried to stammer an explanation.

"No, no, no! It's not... It's very much not what I looks like... I mean.... It's not like that... Lucchini grabbed me and... well it's not important what she did... well, it is but It's not the reason... I mean..." painfully close to tears now, she turned to Shirley, "Please, Shirley, you know what Lucchini's like... tell them!"

Shirley, without even looking up from her dinner just shrugged, "Eh... I always say, 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell.'" Minna and Barkhorn nodded sagely, and everyone pretty much went back eating dinner as Perrine sank to the floor and bawled.

"...And the World Laughs With You"
(Clean)

"Excellent, Lieutenant Sakamoto," the voice on the radio crackled, "Successful first test-flight. Just bring it down smoothly on the runway."

"Yes, Dr. Miyafuji," the young girl responded. She was amazed at the amount of control these Strikers were able to grant, even with their incredible speed. Once the scientists perfected them they'd finally have the edge they needed to combat the Neuroi.

Cruising over the runway area, Sakamoto concentrated, the circular shield-emblem spreading out below her to brake her movements as she coasted to a stop beside the technicians, who quickly grabbed her, wheeling the Lieutenant to a set of waiting braces. Once the Striker was locked down, Sakamoto hopped out, bowing politely to the technicians before bounding over to the approaching scientists.

"Did you SEE!" She shouted gleefully, leaping into lead scientist's arms. He spun carefully with her before setting her back down on the ground. "It was amazing, Dr. Miyafuji! I can't believe how fast they are, how maneuverable! I can't believe they finally worked. Oh..." she said, blushing slightly, "I uh.. I didn't mean it like that, Dr. Miyafuji."

The man simply smiled, "It's quite all right, Lieutenant Sakamoto, frankly I'm as surprised as anyone else here." The scientists all chuckled, as did Sakamoto, quietly hiding her mouth behind her hand demurely. "Now then, we've been at this all morning, I'm sure you're starved, let's go get some lunch."

"But, don't we need more test-flights?"

"Yes," He said, resting a hand on her shoulder and gently steering her away from the Striker, "But that can wait. The technicians need to examine the unit for potential damage and stress, and take some reading of the Amplification Circuit. And you," He said in his most fatherly voice, "Are still a growing girl who needs to eat her meals properly."

"Roger, Dr. Miyafuji," she said, snapping off a crisp salute before giggling behind her hand again. The two walked down the gravel-lined runway toward the small barracks-house they'd been researching in.

Miyafuji watched Sakamoto bounding happily along, making flying motions with her hand as if trying to figure out some complicated aerobatic maneuver. He thought about his family longingly and wondered, not for the first time, if his daughter would ever be able fly like that.

"Thinking about your family again, Dr. Miyafuji?" Sakamoto's soft voice asked.

"Hmm? Oh... yes, I suppose. It's been some time since I saw them. My daughter's birthday is coming up in a week or so..."

"You've been away from Fuso for a long time, haven't you," Sakamoto said quietly. "You... you want to go back?"

"What?" Miyafuji said, looking down at the young girl to his left. Her face was downcast, but she put on a fake smile quickly when she noticed him looking her way.

Patting her on the head, Miyafuji shook his head, "Eventually," he said comfortingly, "But I can't now. The Striker research is too important. Besides, this is for her."

"Leaving home was for her?" Sakamoto asked, puzzled.

"Not just my daughter, of course," Miyafuji said, looking skyward toward the distant black dots of the Neuroi hives, "But my wife, my friends, everyone here in Britannia, and in Fuso..."

"So you're... not leaving now that the Striker is airborne?" Sakamoto asked. "I heard some of the scientists talking about going home now that it was so close... I didn't know if you were..."

"Of course not," Miyafuji said, turning Sakamoto to face him "Besides, I'd never leave without letting you know ahead of time, Mio."

Sakamoto's face was serious as she looked at Miyafuji's. Raising her right hand, she extended her pinky, "Promise?"

Shocked, and flooded with bittersweet memories, Miyafuji eventually grinned, taking her small pinky in his. "It's a promise Mio."

"Good," She said, clapping him on the shoulder like an old drinking buddy, "Now that that's settled, lets go get something to eat."

Miyafuji blinked for a few seconds, and then started laughing. Sakamoto joined in, still covering her mouth with her hand. As the began to walk toward the base, Miyafuji kept glancing down at Sakamoto.

"What," she asked, noticing his recurring looks.

"Well.. and I hope this isn't too personal, but... why do you do that."

"Do what?" She asked.

"Cover your mouth like that when you laugh. You're normally so... let's go with 'energetic'... it just seemed odd is all."

"Oh," she said, reddening slightly.

"I'm sorry," Miyafuji began, "I shouldn't..."

"No," Sakamoto said, waving, "It's all right. I just..." She sighed, smiling wistfully, "My voice, and my laugh, are usually so loud. I stick out so much as it is, and it always seemed to embarrass my parents so I just..."

"That's no good," Miyafuji said, "You shouldn't hide yourself. The next time you laugh, I want you to really laugh!"

"But," She said, "What if people start looking..."

"Let them look!" Miyafuji said loudly, making some of the heads back at the field mechanic station to turn his way. "In fact, MAKE them look. Laugh so loudly, and so strongly that everyone turns to see."

"Why?"

"Because," he said, "Everyone needs to be reminded that there still things in this world to laugh at." Looking down solemnly at Sakamoto, Miyafuji continued, "The witches who join the armed forced aren't going to be just soldiers, not weapons... they're going to be our symbol of hope! Laugh, and rally the world behind you; Laugh, and remind people that love and hope still exist, still fight; laugh and make the world laugh with you."

Sakamoto said nothing for several seconds, but she looked up at Miyafuji and smiled, "I'll... I'll try my best."

"That's all any of us can do," Miyafuji said, smiling as Sakamoto ran off toward the barracks house presumably to get some lunch.

Taking a couple of pictures and an envelope out of his pocket, Miyafuji sealed them up, tapping the envelope on his hands. Looking up at the blue sky, he said to himself, "Another promise, huh. I wonder... I wonder how many of them I can keep."

High Maintenance Relationship
(F/f, Bondage, Fdom, Futanari, Reluc, Feet)

Charlotte(Shirley to her friends) knelt beside Merlin, her modified Striker unit, examining the fittings carefully. She still couldn't figure out what it was that Lucchini did to it, but was running faster than ever. She was afraid to take it apart to study it too closely, for fear she'd undo whatever voodoo the Romagna girl had managed to work on it. Instead, she just stared at it again, hesitantly fiddling with the same pipe work she had the last three days.

"He~y Shirley," came an upbeat voice behind her. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Working on my Striker, what's it look like, Francesca," Charlotte responded without looking up. She'd hoped to get away before Francesca found her. Not that she disliked the girls' company... quite the opposite, really. She was just afraid her friend would find out what she had been up to this morning.

Francesca pouted a bit at Charlotte's curt response. "Meanie," she said, "I was just asking." Creeping up behind Charlotte, Francesca leaned in, laying snugly across the older Liberion girl's back. Charlotte continued to work as though nothing had happened.

Francesca watched her working for bit, till it got boring. She began to rock, sliding her body up and down Shirley's back.

Frowning, Charlotte tried to pull away, "What are you doing Francesca?"

"Nothing yet," the young girl responded with a grin, "Why, whatcha want me to do?"

A muttered grunt was Charlotte's only reply, and she began to tighten the lugs on her Striker's engine cover.

Francesca, unused to such a cool response, brought her hands around Charlotte's stomach, gently rubbing them up and down. When the older girl tried to protest, Francesca hugged the redhead tighter, her head resting at the nape of Charlotte's neck. "I thought maybe we could play some..."

"Sorry," Charlotte said, putting her tools away, "I'm not really in a mood to play."

"Eheehee~" Francesca grinned, "Not ANY kind of playing?"

"No," Shirley said, wriggling to try and dislodge her passenger while she put the toolbox away. Francesca, now, caught the whiff of stale sweat and sex coming from Charlotte's body. Angrily, she thrust her hands down Charlotte's pants, grabbing the semi-flaccid length of her penis and squeezing, being rewarded with a gob of milky sperm squishing from the foreskin.

Yanking her hands free, she stormed in front of Charlotte, holding her hand up like a smoking gun. "What's this!"

"My first guess would be spunk, shorty," Charlotte quipped standing up and crossing her arms.

Francesca went pink, flicking her hand sharply at Charlotte, flinging the gob out to cling to the front of her uniform, dribbling slowly down the front in a slimy trail. "You know what I mean! Who was it this time, Yoshika? Lynn?"

Charlotte's guilty face gave her away. "Why!" Lucchini demanded, "Why do you keep going behind my back like that. Didn't I say I'd take care of you!" She sniffed a couple of times, "Didn't... didn't you say it was just for me to use..."

"Well yeah," Charlotte said, "But that was just what we call "Pillow talk" in Liberion..."

Francesca's eyes widened in shock, her brow furrowing in anger. "WHY!?"

"Look," Charlotte said, trying to placate the yelling girl, "This isn't really the time or place to talk about this... why don't we wait till this evening, we'll play around a bit, and..."

"NO~!" Francesca demanded, stomping, "I gave you everything! I'll do whatever you want, why are you off forcing it on those two!"

"Because!" Charlotte retorted, starting to get heated herself, "Because you DON'T do everything."

"You're gonna talk about that again," Francesca said, turning her back on Charlotte, "You can't tell me swallowing is so important you'll run off and fuck any wet mouth that comes along."

"If it's such a little thing, then why won't you do it!"

"Ewww, no... that's disgusting," Francesca said, making a face, "Ugh, nobody in their right mind does that... it's dirty."

"Dirty?!" Charlotte shouted back, resting her hands on her hips, "You're the one that made me jerk off in a bucket for week so you could roll around in it."

"Yeah, and I play in mud puddles after it rains," Francesca shot back, sticking her tongue out at the Liberion girl, "Doesn't mean I'm gonna drink from one."

"You know what," Shirley said, staring down the angry girl in front of her, "I don't remember having to ask permission from anyone before we started fucking, I'm sure not gonna do it now. If you still want your share, you can have it," Charlotte said, advancing on her Striker, intending to get out and do some flying to calm down, "But I'm not in the mood to be treated like a toy."

With equal parts anger and betrayal running across her face, Francesca watched Charlotte hop up into her Striker and power it up. Charlotte looked at Francesca staring at her, and gave her a vindictive obscene gesture. Francesca snapped, snarling, and snatched up a nearby wrench, hurling it at the other girl. It skipped off the engine skirting, bouncing around the force propellers before skipping up and tangling in the electrical wiring. A brief shower of sparks and the crisp pop of a blowing fuse followed, while metal restraints clamped down on Charlotte's Striker, who's blue glow flickered and snapped off immediately.

"You little bitch!" Charlotte shouted, "Look what you did."

Genuinely concerned for her friend now, Francesca ran over, "No, no, no... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean that! Are you ok! I'm sorry Shirley... I broke Merlin... I'm so sorry..."

Taking a deep breath and sighing, Charlotte calmed down, looking down into Francesca's teary face, "It's ok, it's not broken."

"It's... it's really not?" Francesca sniffled, wiping her nose on the back of her arm.

"No," Charlotte continued, "This is just a failsafe. In case of a problem on launch, to keep the Arcane Circuit from overloading, the system locks down the striker and trips an internal fuse. It'll be fine with about five minutes work, I just can't get down from here."

"You can't get down?"

Charlotte chuckled, "Nah, it's part of the same failsafe in case someone tries to steal a Striker.. it locks down on their legs. Till someone gives the system the all clear it won't let go."

"Re~ally" Francesca replied with an absolutely devilish look on her young face.

Charlotte's heart skipped a beat hearing the icy tone Francesca used, turning to look at the young Romagna girl. "Ahaha... that's right. So, you can go over to that panel and flip the switch, Francesca," she said, watching Francesca walk over to the toolkit and pull some cotton cargo restraint straps out. " Just... Y'know... flip it," she continued, watching the girl test the feel and resilience of the straps before advancing on Charlotte. " The, uh, the red one there. It's blinking and... and everything."

Francesca's devious smile shone in the dim light of the secondary hangar. "Hold out your hands, Shirley."

"What?" Charlotte replied, and was shocked when her reply was the swift slap of the wide cotton cargo strap across her face.

"Hold out your hands, Shirley," Francesca repeated.

"Are you insane! What makes you..." A second slap, which echoed sharply in the near deserted hangar, was her response as a second red welt appeared on her other cheek.

"Shir~ley," Francesca sang darkly, "Hold out your little hands~"

Tentatively Charlotte did as she was asked, holding her hands out. Francesca seized them, running a loop of the cotton cargo strap over them and cinching it tight with a metal slide. She threw the other end of the strap up over an overhanging bar, pulling and ran giddily behind Shirley, pulling it taut before the older girl could fight back. She found a suitable bit of pipe and tied the strap to it, putting her foot on the pipe and yanking comically at the strap with both hands till it was so tight the fibres creaked.

"Look, Francesca," Charlotte said, her voice wavering in fear, "I don't know what you think you're doing, but I really think you need to let me down now."

"What I'm doing?" Francesca asked innocently, "I'm just gonna make sure you keep your promise."

"What?"

Francesca walked in front of the bound girl, resting her cheek against her belly. "You promised me it was going to be all mine," she said, reaching up to stroke the girl's crotch through her thin pants, "I'm gonna make you remember why..."

Francesca pulled Charlotte's pants down, unveiling the slowly growing member from its cotton confines. She wondered how Charlotte managed to hide it in there... she said it had something to do with her magic, but Francesca didn't really care. She felt the same pang of desire lancing through her pussy she felt the first time Charlotte had unveiled it to her. She'd surprised the older girl then, leaping on her with a fury driven by an amazing libido. The two were surprisingly well matched in terms of stamina.

"Hmm.." Francesca mumbled, reaching her fingers into Charlotte's foreskin, peeling it back and revealing the last sticky gobs left over from her morning session with Lynnette. She carefully scooped it out of the way, stretching Charlotte's foreskin down as her member struggled to it's full height. She stroked the shaft gently with her left hand, urging it on and nibbling gently at the root. Her right hand was busy, taking the load of leftover spunk down into her own pants, working it over her bald pussy lips.

Charlotte moaned at Francesca's expert touch. She wondered, briefly, what kind of childhood she' managed to have before coming to the Witches. Francesca pulled Charlotte's cotton pants down as far as they could go, unveiling the growing bulge of balls as they formed below the Witch's growing penis, making the blonde hiss as she took them into her mouth, one at a time, sucking on them through the fleshy fold of her sack.

"Hey, Francesca," Charlotte said, her voice heavy with growing lust, "C'mon, why not let me down out of here and we can play properly."

"No way!" Francesca said vehemently, drawing her tongue along the underside of Charlotte's massive shaft as she moved to look up at the helpless girl, "I told you before, this is to make you remember your promise. This," She said, tugging on Charlotte's cock with a firm hand, "Is all mine, and I'll play with it how I wanna. You're just box my toy came in."

Charlotte simply shrugged and said nothing. She didn't know what Francesca hopped to accomplish this way, but who was she to complain. She watched, still amazed, as Francesca opened her tiny mouth and forced it around the sizeable head of Charlotte's cock, her cheeks puffing outward as the flared tip passed over her lips. Breathing deep through her nose, the little olive beauty began swallowing well before the tip reached the back of her throat, the rhythmic pulsing sending shivers down Charlotte's spine as it caressed her member.

Francesca took her right hand free from her pants, still dripping with a mix of cum and her own pussy juice and gripped the base of Charlottes throbbing meat with both hands, holding it steady as she inched it down her throat slowly.

Charlotte threw her head back and groaned, writhing in her restraints as she struggled to force her cock down her lover's throat. The angle of the strap on her arms, and the the way her Striker was fixed in place prevented her from getting any leverage; she could only whimper and wriggle as Francesca continued to set the slowest pace ever, taking Charlotte's anticipation to the breaking point.

Francesca began to jerk gently at the base of Charlotte's member with her slick right hand, wrapping just two fingers around the meaty stalk and twisting them up and down. Tilting her head back, she continued to force inch after swollen inch down a throat Charlotte could swear clamped down tighter than any virgin cunt or ass she'd ever taken.

Just over half of Charlotte's length had been slurped slowly down Francesca's gulping throat when the younger girl pulled back, dragging Charlotte's length back up into her mouth, gulping air briefly before throwing her head back down on the length, taking up almost as much in one go. Charlotte groaned in abject pleasure as Francesca devoured her bloated shaft time and again, her throat distending and contracting in rhythmic time with her bobbing head.

Taking an exceptionally deep breath on her latest upswing, Francesca once again dove down on Charlotte's cock, not stopping as before but pushing more and more of it's burning length down her gullet, forcing inch after painful inch deeper than she'd taken it before.

"Oh god, Francesca.." Charlotte moaned, "Francesca, don't... you can't possibly... OH GOD." She squalled as Francesca inhaled her further, leaving only a scant few inches of her cock in the open. She tried to be worried about her friend, because she was positive Francesca couldn't breathe with this much of her down her throat, as tight as it felt, but the electric surge of pleasure she was getting as Francesca's taut esophagus worked over her member drove her mind from those concerns. She continued to flail in her restrains, trying desperately to buck her hips forward and drive the last few inches of her meat into Francesca's waiting maw.

Her face flushed brilliant red under her normally glossy olive complexion, Francesca held out as long as she could before ever so slowly pulling her head up off Charlotte's cock, taking it out inch by inch as her hot, wet throat pulsed vainly around it, attempting to keep the meaty length in place to be swallowed. Lifting her head completely off, she gasped happily, gulping air with a wide grin on her face, "I bet," she said between huffs, "It didn't feel like THAT with either of those two, Shirley"

Charlotte didn't reply; her eyes were clenched and she was biting on her lower lip as her cock twitched, so crimson it was nearly purple in the dim light of the hangar. She whimpered and tried to thrust it at Francesca, to signal her to finish her off.

"Ah! I bet you wanna cum, huh," Francesca said, gripping Charlotte's spit-glistening meat in her hand, rubbing it slowly up and down, "I bet you're ready to blow, huh?" Francesca said, licking the head gently as she continued to teasingly jerk Charlotte's cock, making her whimper for more, "Gonna be a geyser of spunk and spooge? Gonna shower me in your red hot goo?"

Charlotte nodded, unable to speak in the heat of the moment as Francesca inched her slowly and carefully to orgasm.

"What would you say," Francesca said teasingly, kissing Charlotte's tip with tender lips, "If I said I'd changed my mind?"

"Huh," Charlotte slurred.

"What If I said I'd do it for you... Y'know that thing you want..."

Charlotte's ears perked up. "You mean... You'd swallow for me?"

"I might," Francesca said, nibbling playfully at the underside of Charlotte's head, making the blonde whine in agonized pleasure. "If I had a reason."

"Oh you do," Charlotte said, "Oh god... it was never this good with anyone else... I promise, from now on this is yours whenever you want it."

"And you'll stay away from the other girls if I tell you?" Francesca said.

"Yes! Anything yes, just... let me cum."

"This is all mine?" Francesca asked again devilishly flicking her tongue at the root as she continued her slow jerking. "I can do whatever I want? You really promise?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Charlotte replied, the first few drips of pre-cum leaking from the tip of her painfully erect cock. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, if I can cum now, yes!"

"Eheehee~", Francesca giggled, taking the head into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it, jacking the length up and down in her hand with more forceful strokes, gripping it in a velvet fist and pumping with all her might.

Francesca worked her hand down underneath Charlotte's sack, reaching for her asshole and twisting two fingers dry into her rear hole. Charlotte yowled, throwing her head back and moaning with all her might as Francesca continued to work her over.

"Oh Francesca I'm going to cum!" she shouted.

"You really gonna cum for me?" Francesca asked, taking her head off Charlotte's quivering prick, "You going to shoot your spunk for me all down my throat? You gonna watch me suck all your burning cum down my pretty little throat till my belly bulges?"

"YES!" Charlotte screamed, "OH YES!"

"Hmm... Nope," Francesca with a cold glint in her eyes, "Changed my mind." So saying, she wrapped both hands around Charlotte's prick, pressing her thumbs into the root as firmly as she could, cutting Charlotte's orgasm off right as it began.

Howling, Charlotte threw herself against her restraints as hard as she could, struggling, straining, to free her cock from the iron grip it was in and finish her ejaculation. Metal groaned and taut linen strap creaked, but neither gave any more than the steely grip of the Romagna girl pinching off her release in the most painful way possible.

Charlotte collapsed after nearly a minute, exhausted and in agony, her cock still engorged and angry, her balls aching to release their load. Despite Francesca's best efforts, a long, thin trail of oozing spunk drooled lazily from the tip of her cock, which Francesca collected carefully on her fingers and wiped off on Charlotte's uniform top in a little heart.

"Why," mewled Charlotte painfully, her cock now so hard it was pointing straight up and twitching against her belly. "Why did you do that..."

"Because I could," Francesca said gleefully, "You told me it was all mine. You promised it to me," Francesca turned her grinning face to Charlotte's, who noted the cold, predatory gleam in the corners of her eyes. "I'll play with it how I want. And what I want," she said, turning away, "Is for you not to cum until I'm ready."

Francesca squatted down at the toolboxes, flinging wrenches, screwdrivers, and doohickeys galore hither and yon until she happened upon just what she was looking for.

"I remember seeing this the other day,and I thought how much fun it would be to play with."

"You... you're joking!" Charlotte said, her eyes widening with fear, "You can't honestly expect to use... THAT on me?"

The THAT in question was a small pair of locking vice grips, with a rubberized head, designed to hold delicate Striker unit parts together for welding.

"Of course," Francesca said, advancing slowly on Charlotte, the soft blue glow of her magic accentuating the black panther ears and tail that were now forming. "I'm going to make sure you keep your promise. Twisting the tension screw and fiddling with the lever, Francesca was puzzling just what settings to try it out on.

Shrugging, she simply said, "What the heck, that looks good enough," and brought it up to the base of Charlotte's cock and clamped it down in one smooth motion.

Charlotte screwed her eyes shut in fear, bracing herself for the crunch. When it didn't come, she opened on eye slowly, peaking down. Francesca had closed the wrench around her, but it was still slack. Laughing softly, she sighed, "Oh Francesca, you scared me for a minute... I actually thought that..." her voice cut off as, with a faintly rusty squeal, Francesca twisted the tension screw as far as she could in one go, tightening the rubber jaws of the tool down against the base of her cock.

"D-d-d-on't!" Charlotte said, wincing as a second twist of the grip's tightening lug began to squeeze her cock in the unyielding jaws of the pliers.

"I'm gonna make sure you don't cum till I say," she said, twisting the knob again, clamping the metal tool tighter on Charlotte cock, making the older girl whine in pain. A few more twists, and she let go announcing "Done!"

The metal pliers hung obscenely off Charlotte's throbbing cock, which was so hot and swollen that even with their weight, it still pointed straight out, bobbing perversely as it twitched against the weight of the tool Francesca hung on it. Charlotte was in agony, her balls and cock both aching for release that wasn't going to come until Francesca was good and ready.

Licking her lips, her tail twitching unconsciously, Francesca stepped out of her stripped pants, her pussy lips red and swollen, practically drooling her own nectar as she approached Charlotte, climbing up on the restraining bolts holding the Liberion girl's Striker in place. Francesca gripped Charlotte's uniform, wrapping legs around the restrained girl's waist and snuggling her little pussy right up against Charlotte's cock, squealing as her warm ass met the cold metal of the vice grips.

"Francesca what... you... you're kidding!" Charlotte moaned as Francesca rubbed herself up and down the length of cock, "You mean... you're gonna try to... with that THING on?"

"It's not in the way," Francesca said impishly, "I can still take you all the way in."

"That's not what I mean!" Charlotte said as Francesca hovered over her, centering her hot, dripping sex over the angry red tip of Charlotte's cock. Biting her lower lip in concentration, Francesca zeroed her hips in, bringing them down firmly on Charlotte's cock and taking about a quarter of her length into her.

Charlotte moaned and thrashed, unsure if she wanted to unseat the grinning girl over her or drive her cock all the way up into her. She whimpered as Francesca slowly seated herself down onto her aching cock, feeling the bulging length of her cock buckle as she bottomed out in the young girl seated astride her hips.

"Feels good Shirley," Francesca moaned, clinging to the Liberion girl's uniform top as she dug in her heels, trying to find purchase to hold herself up. "Feels so good." Whimpering softly, she found the leverage to lift herself up before driving down on Charlotte's member, burying it all the way into her throbbing cunt, slapping her ass against the pliers gripping Charlotte's member painfully.

Charlotte sobbed in mixed pleasure and pain as Francesca rode her, her soft, velvet tunnel stroking every inch of her throbbing cock even as the metal pliers at the base of it sent spasms of pain shooting through her. Her arms were almost numb, and her shoulders ached, both from the position they'd been locked in and from supporting the weight of the swarthy nymph bucking wildly against her cock.

Charlotte felt a familiar warmth bubbling through her balls, and tried to fight it back as Francesca fucked herself senseless against Charlotte's cock. It wasn't to be, and Charlotte howled, feeling her balls backing up from an ejaculation that wasn't going to come, her cock throbbing agonizingly against the jaws of the vice grips as Francesca giggled, rolling her hips lewdly against Charlotte as she sought her own release.

Reaching up, Francesca yanked wildly at Charlotte's uniform top, ripping it open in a shower of buttons. She yanked the undershirt aside as well, exposing a swinging breast which she gleefully began to tease, rolling the swollen nipple between her teeth as Charlotte thrashed from side to side beneath her.

Charlotte felt the surging deep in her balls again, and she pleaded with Francesca, "Please, Francesca... please let me cum."

"You wanna come with me," Francesca panted, bouncing away on the pulsing prick buried deep in her snatch.

"Yes!" Charlotte cried, her head lolling backward "Yes, let's come together."

Francesca wrapped her hand around Charlotte's uniform, knotting her hand into the small of her back as she moved her other hand down to the pliers. Wrapping her legs tightly around Charlotte's waist, Francesca ground her cunt against her, the tip of Charlotte's cock swirling at the entrance of Francesca's womb.

"Gonna cum... gonna cum!" Francesca panted, her eyes glazed over in lust as she continued to crush herself down onto Charlotte's throbbing cock.

"Please!" Charlotte pleaded, "Take them off! Let me cum! I'm going to cum!"

Francesca reached down, gripping the pliers in her hand as the throbbing in Charlotte's cock reached it's peak, but instead of taking them off, she twisted the tension rod, barely loosening them by one turn.

Charlotte yelped as she came so close to release, writhing against her bonds. Francesca rode the thrashing girl for all she was worth, screaming her own orgasm before losing her grip. She managed to slide down the blonde, rather than simply falling off, Charlotte's cock withdrawing from her still throbbing cunt with a perverse slurping sound as her feet hit the floor. Francesca fell to her knees, weak, and then lay backward, playing gently with her little clitty in the afterglow as Shirley sobbed above her.

"Wow," Francesca said, lifting a foot to stroke Charlotte's quivering member, "That's amazing..." Charlotte's cock was purple now, swollen and angry and ready to burst. Her balls practically sloshed with unspent cum, and Francesca could see the veins bulge with each twitch.

"Please," Charlotte whimpered, hanging limply from her bonds, "Please let me cum!"

"I don't know," Francesca said, stroking her toes along the underside of Charlotte's red member. "This has been a whole bunch of fun. I kind of like my toy like this."

"But..." Charlotte said, hating herself for saying the words, "But I want to come... for you. I want you to let your cock spray you with all the spunk you want! I want you to make your cock jump and buck and fire load after load all for you!"

"Tada~," Francesca giggled, "You said the magic words..."

Francesca brought her feet together on either side of the pulsating shaft in front of her, gripping it in the arches of her feet, stroking it between her feet. Charlotte gritted her teeth, and slowly began moaning as the enflamed pain of her cock gave way to pleasure yet again.

Francesca's hand were busy in her pussy, stroking her clit with one hand as she thrust a pair of fingers in, matching that rhythm with the strokes of Charlotte's cock. She whispered softly to herself in passion, her slick fingers driving their way into her secret folds as she softly stroked the burning length of Charlotte's dick.

Charlotte's head thrashed from side to side. She was sure she would have come a half dozen times by now without Francesca's interference, and the ache deep in her belly and balls was almost too much to bear, and it certainly threatened to blot out the pleasure building in the base of her cock from even Francesca's expert touch.

Francesca opened the toes on one foot wide, pushing Charlotte's cock between her larger toes and frigging it gently up and down. Showing off her flexibility, she brought her other foot to her mouth, laving the ball of her foot with her tongue before returning it to the head of Charlotte's cock, rolling the spittle-slick weight of it against the underside of her member where the head and shaft meet, gripping the glans with her toes.

Despite the ache, Charlotte began to feel the rising passion in her cock, mewling softly as Francesca's delicate feet brought her once more the brink of climax.

"Please," Charlotte begged in a low whisper, unsure if Francesca could even hear her but not caring, "Please let me cum... for you," she added hastily, "Let me make your cock cum for you!" Charlotte was pushed to her breaking point, her back arched as far as she could, every muscle taut as piano wires as she pleaded with her eyes to for Francesca to grant her a release.

Her hand flying over her clit now, Francesca approached her second orgasm, taking the pliers in one foot as she continued to stroke Charlotte's cock with the other. Her hand moving in a wild blur, Francesca came, arching her back as her nectar dribbled from her spasming pussy, she finally pinched the release leaver on the vice grips at the peak of Charlotte's throbbing need.

With an echoing howl like a wild beast, Charlotte came, her body wracked with agonizing spasms as her cock shot straight up, covering her face and torn uniform top with a stream of cum for nearly a minute before it paused, only for the second lengthy spurt to begin. Francesca had seized her cock in her feet after the initial pulse, and aimed it down, spraying herself with powerful jet after powerful jet of sticky, white spunk.

Francesca laughed, loving the feel of hot, sticky ejaculate raining down over her face and body as Charlotte sobbed in relief as her balls wrung themselves dry of a seemingly inexhaustible spray of cum.

Panting and finally hanging limp for the first time in over an hour, Charlotte watched Francesca with hooded eyes as she gleefully luxuriated in the afterglow of her orgasm, tracing her finger through the trails of slimy cum that hung like damp paper mache from the sides of her face. Scooping up a bit, she let it drizzle slowly out from between her fingers, sliding down toward her outstretched tongue as Charlotte watched in anticipation.

Opening her eyes, she shot a wicked look at Charlotte and instead flicked her fingers at her, flinging the gob up to splat against her cheek with the rest.

"You slutty little tease," Charlotte muttered.

"Yep!" Francesca said, rolling over on all fours and stretching like a cat, showing off her olive-toned ass to Charlotte, now covered with streaks of oil and dirt. She looked back over her shoulder and grinned, wiggling her bum before standing up and walking over to the still blinking red emergency button. Flipping up the cover she pressed the button, and the metal bars retracted with a pneumatic hiss, releasing Charlotte's legs for the first time what seemed like days.

Mustering what little strength she had left, she pulled her legs up and out of her striker unit, standing on the metal support housing to lift her arms, freeing them of the cargo strap before she used up her strength, falling forward.

"SHIRLEY!" Francesca screamed, diving forward and catching the falling girl, grunting under the weight as the two collapsed to the floor, breaking her fall.

"Shirley," Francesca cried, shaking her friend gently by the shoulders, "Shirley, are you ok Shirley! Please be ok.. I didn't mean to hurt you... "

Shirley reached up, hugging the tearful girl around the waist fiercely. "I'm ok... but just do one thing."

"What?" Francesca asked, hugging her friend and lover back.

"Oh god, promise me you'll never do anything like that to me again and I'll never so much as look at anyone else."

"Oh," Francesca said mollified, "I just wanted to make sure you understood what you mean to me... I just... I just don't want to lose you..."

"Oh Francesca," Shirley said, sitting up beside the younger girl and wiping away her tears, "You'll never lose me... nobody I have sex with is the same as you. You know there's nobody that can take your place in here," she said sappily, tapping her ample bosom.

Francesca giggled and hugged her friend back. "Besides," Francesca said mischievously, "I didn't mean I wasn't going to share you... I just want to know first."

Looking quizzically down at her lover, Charlotte pondered that a bit before she heard someone calling out in the back of the hangar.

"H-Hello?!" Came Perrine's hesitant call, "Flight Lieutenant Yeager? I got a message to come see you about WHAT IN THE WORLD?!"

Francesca winked at Shirley, grinning as her friends cock began to stir again. Both girls, still smeared with the spunk of their last escapade, turned to face Perrine with identical grins. "Hello Perrine!" Francesca called merrily, "We've been waiting for you!"

"Oh dear God not again..."

Night Patrols
(Clean, Yuri Subtext)

Eila stirred fitfully, tossing under her covers. The sun was just coming up over the horizon and cast warm streaks of light through her windows.

"Eh... it's cold. Sanya, are you hogging the blanket..." she muttered, pulling it up around her. Feeling no resistance, she rolled back a bit reaching her arm out gently to the side. Nothing there.

Sitting up, she looked at the streak of the bed that Sanya normally took up. It was still smooth, with no sign of the small Orussian girl, nor were pieces of uniform scattered across the floor.

"Huh," Eila said. "Guess she's finally staying in her room." Eila rolled over and pulled the covers to her chin to squeeze another couple of hours of rest out of the morning. Sleep, however, was elusive as Eila's mind spun.

"I wonder why," Eila pondered out loud, rolling on her back and crossing her arms over her head. "I wonder why she's not here. I mean, I TOLD her not come in. But she never listens to me. It's not like anything happened," She told herself, "Because I'd know. I mean, WE'D know. The Witches."

Eila shook her head, trying to push those thoughts aside. "No way, no way.... If she was hurt it'd be all over the base. Unless...." she considered, "Unless something really bad happened If she was ambushed and couldn't send a warning, nobody would know would they. Not until she... didn't come home."

Sitting up and staring at the cold space on her bed, Eila had her robe wrapped hastily around her and was well out the door before she even thought about where to go.

'Infirmary first,' she thought hastily, 'To see if she's hurt or...' Suppressing a shudder, Eila shook her head, 'After that The flight tower, see if they have her on Radar or can raise her on radio. Or maybe the night duty roster to see if she's logged'.

"Should I hit the Tower first though," She wondered aloud, "It's closer than the Infirmary... but if she's there I want to get there as soon as possible..." Hustling down the hallway, Eila nearly missed the soft mewing sounds coming from her right. Skidding to a stop on her heels, she realized she was right outside of Sanya's room.

Her knees went weak and she sagged against the wall, sighing deeply in relief. Looking around quickly, she snapped back to attention with a blush. "I-idiot, "she chastised herself aloud, "Panicking like that... Of course she's all right. I should just go back to bed. After I see her."

Looking to the left and right, Eila crept up to the door, slowly opening it. Sanya's room was blacked out as normal, and the dim gloom made it impossible to see anything. Eila opened her mouth to say something but froze, unsure of what to say. Creeping through the dark, her eyes were slowly getting used to the murk.

Eila heard it again, that soft plaintive mew. Squinting against the shadows, she could barely see a lump under the sheets, rolling restlessly. Leaning to the side, the glow from the doorway behind her cast a soft shaft of light on the back of the Sanya's pale hair.

Eila smiled softly, 'Thank goodness,' she thought to herself.

"Mmm..." the fitful voice under the sheets murmured, "P-papa... Where are you papa?" She tossed and turned under the sheets. "Why can't I find you papa."

'Dreaming?' Eila thought, her heart aching for the small girl. 'She hasn't had a nightmare in ages... not since she started to... oh..."

Now that she knew Sanya was safe, Eila was torn. She didn't want to abandon her, but she couldn't bring herself the wake the sleeping Sanya either. She pulled Sanya's blankets up gently, tucking them in warmly around the tossing girl and kissed her softly on the forehead.

Turning to leave in the dark, however, she tripped, her arms flailing wildly before she crashed to the floor. As the familiar soft green glow of Sanya's sensory magic filled the room, Eila uttered a strangled squeal and scrambled under the bed to hide. Holding her breath, she watched the green light track sleepily around the room before it flickered and went out.

Breathing a sigh a few moments later, Eila began to slide herself slowly out from under the bed when she heard, "Eila... what are you doing under there..." from above.

Scrambling up to a sitting position beside the bed she came face to face with Sanya, who was rubbing her bleary eyes gently with both hands.

"Uh..." Eila began, stalling to think of something, "Sorry... I mean about waking you up. I guess you heard me, huh."

Sanya shook her head, "No... I can smell your perfume... You always put Lily of the Valley perfume on before you go to bed. It's nice."

"N-no... I don't. I mean, it's not for any particular reason! It's just.. Uh..."

Sanya cocked her head to one side, looking at Eila's blushing face. "So why are you here?"

"I-I-I... was just walking by you see. And I heard you... um... talking in your sleep," Eila said, nodding, "Yes, talking in your sleep, and I was worried that... some Neuroi spy might overhear military secrets?" she finished half-heartedly.

"You came to check on me?" Sanya asked.

"Yes. NO! I mean," Eila spluttered, "I mean, I was... a little worried. Because you didn't come to my room like usual."

"Oh," Sanya said softly, "But, you told me to sleep in my own room, didn't you?"

"Yes. I did do that," Eila said, "Of course I said that. Right, so... right. I just didn't realize you were going to actually do it. I mean," she corrected herself hastily, blushing, "I mean that you were going to start doing that today."

"Oh..."

"So..." Eila said, untangling herself from the floor and standing up, "So... now then I guess we just go back to bed. Our beds. Separately."

"Yes," Sanya whispered softly, rolling over. "G-good night, Eila."

"Good night, Sanya," Eila said quietly, turning to leave. She was almost to the door when the soft voice behind her spoke up.

"Um... Eila," Sanya said, hesitantly, "It's still early. If you didn't want to walk all the way back to your room, you could... here with me..." she said, her bright red blush shining brightly on her cheeks even in the dim light.

Eila smiled brightly, "Well... since you offered," she said, hanging her robe on the post beside the bed before climbing in. "But just for tonight, ok?"

YES!!! Loved it. More Eila + Sanya please.

I Spy (f/f, Futanari, Anal, Facial, NC)

Perrine's catty growl echoed through the darkened room as she spied on Sakamoto and MIyafuji on the training grounds together. The moonlight glinted off the lenses of the SF-14 Scissor Periscope she'd "liberated" from the supply room some time ago as she focused on Sakamoto and Miyafuji, taking a break in the middle of training.

Her face turned scarlet as she watched Sakamoto stretch slowly down to her toes, pulling the blue material of her uniform taught against her mound. Whimpering, she softly stroked her own mound in rhythm with Sakamoto's stretches "Major Sakamoto," she whined softly, "Why are you down there with that perverted Raccoon-dog instead of drilling me...."

"Drilling you, eh?" a sarcasm edged voice whispered behind Perrine's ear. Perrine's scream was stopped before it began as a thin, strong female hand clamped over her mouth. Another seized her shoulder as Charlotte leaned into the Gallian girl, cleaving so closely that the brass buttons on her uniform top pressed painfully into Perrine's back through the gauzy material of her nightshirt. "That was what you said, right?"

Charlotte moved her hand, pinning Perrine's neck in the crook of her arm as she ground against her. Perrine huffed haughtily when her mouth was released, "Drilling WITH me, of course, you perverted field-rat," she sniped, glaring back over her shoulder at Charlotte. "I won't stand for your vile antics anymore," she snarled, a warning tingle of electricity sending a tingling jolt up Charlotte's arm.

"That's fine," Charlotte whispered huskily in Perrine's ear, "You go right ahead and let loose... and when Sakamoto comes to see what the bright flash of lightning was all about, and sees you leering down over the training grounds like a stalker with your pants around your ankles, then what?"


Perrine didn't answer, but the electric tingle faded away in Charlotte's hands. Laughing, she took her free hand and grabbed Perrine's breast, clenching it roughly in her hand hand, nuzzling against Perrine's ear as the girl jumped in pain. Perrine's disgust grew as she felt Shirley's obscene arcane member begin to unfurl itself against her buttocks. Only a faint wisp of gauze separated the perverse lance from her delicate, pale skin.

"Mmm... it's my birthday you know," she rasped, sucking gently on Perrine's earlobe as she continued to knead the blonde's breast.

"Congratulations," Perrine hissed through rage clenched teeth, "You can't possibly be fishing for a present.. of all the nerve."

"Oh no," Charlotte said, her hand trailing down Perrine's stomach to her exposed crotch. She shuddered and tried to struggle free, but the Liberion's grip was too strong. "You've got it wrong... see, it's better to give than recieve. And I've got something I've been dying to give you."

"No, please," Perrine said, "No more... it's disgusting, demeaning, and vulgar!"

"That's what makes it fun," Charlotte replied as the base of her thick cock slid into the divide of Perrine's cheeks. It stretched well up to the small of the Perrine's back, throbbing vilely and twitching sandwiched between the two girls.



Feeling defeated, Perrine whimpered, "Fine... if it's what it's going to take to get rid of you, I can... you know...." she faltered, blushing brilliant crimson, "W-with my mouth. But not so roughly!"

"I was thinking," Charlotte said, tightening her grip around Perrine's neck, "Of something special, since it is my birthday...."

"You can't possibly mean..." Perrine started, gasping as Shirley's other hand snaked it's way down between her legs, two fingers working their way into Perrine's canal, thrusting in and out. Grunting in surprise, she felt Charlotte lean back picking her up off the ground, and Charlotte's cock spring up between her legs as Charlotte swung forward, pressing Perrine's face hard against the freezing cold glass of the window. She felt the length of Charlotte's member sliding in the valley between her legs, slipping softly in the sweat and sweet juice of her earlier self pleasure.

"Please, no, you can't!" Perrine wailed even as her knees began to tremble in pleasure from Charlotte's assault on her sensitive pussy. "I'm saving myself for S-" she began, but cut herself off sharply.

"For who~?" Charlotte sang softly in Perrine's ear as she continued to rub the head of her swollen cock between Perrine's legs, mingling the damp there with thin ribbons of precum that coated her cock until it glistened even in the faint moonlight of the darkened room.

"For... for Sa... someone special!" She finished shamefaced, refusing to give Charlotte the satisfaction of dragging out a confession.

"Well then," Charlotte conceded, "We'll just have to think of something else, won't we... fortunately," she continued, pulling back slightly and taking hold of her grossly swollen penis just below the head, "There seems to be a backup plan already in place..." she finished, pressing the head of her penis against the tight ring of Perrine's asshole.


"You can't! You seriously CAN'T" Perrine cried, her eyes flying open in shock at the painful pressure building in her ass at the first assault by Charlotte's cock. "You'll kill me if you try something so obscene!"

"You'd be surprised," Charlotte hissed, holding her breath as she pressed harder against Perrine's ass, slowly inching into the Gallian girl "At just how much... you can actually... STRETCH" she grunted bucking her hips and driving the thick head of her cock into Perrine, eliciting a low howl of pain from the blonde. "If you're given the right motivation...."

Perrine sobbed, gritting her teeth against the pain in her ass as warm tears ran down the glass of the window. She could still see Sakamoto and Miyafuji, unaware, continuing their training below... even if she wasn't too ashamed to call out to them, the shock and ache of Charlotte's violation left her too tired to speak above a hoarse moan as she felt her Liberion captor press forward once again, slowly, inexorably driving inch after perverse inch of glistening meat into the tunnel of her ass.

"No... no more," she whimpered softly as revulsion twisted in the pit of her stomach, mixing with an alien sensation of fullness that made her gag softly. "I can't take any more..."

"C'mon," Charlotte whispered, "We're almost halfway there.... the worst part's over for you...Probably," the redhead added, taking hold of Perrine's hip to steady her for the final push.


Wheezing softly in exertion, Perrine clenched her jaw, listening to the windowsill creak as she was ground against it. Charlotte sighed, almost blissfully, reveling in the feel of Perrine's velvet vise gripping the imbedded length of her cock. Smiling evilly, whispered in Perrine's ear again, "It's so sweet Perrine... your tight little ass is so perfect."

"D-don't be so c-c-c-crude!" Perrine stuttered in response, trembling "It's bad enough you subject me to this... this depraved farce..." she growled, her eyes flashing the moonlight, "But don't think I'm some disgusting freak like you!"

"Freak? Me?" Charlotte replied in feigned shock, "What about you?" Charlotte slid her left hand down the crease of Perrine's thigh to her crotch, grabbing the whole thing in her open palm, squeezing. Perrine whined as Charlotte roughly palmed her mound, grinding the heel of her hand into it. She brought her hand up to Perrine's face, reveling in the spreading shame as Perrine saw the trailing streamers of juice dripping from it.

"That's all you," Charlotte said, "Since I started violating your ass you got so wet you're dripping on the floor.... you LOVE this, don't you?"

"Of course not!" Perrine snapped back.



"Then what's with this," Charlotte asked, pressing her thumb and middle finger together and pulling them apart, letting the juice schlick lewdly between them as Perrine turned her eyes out the window again, silently begging Sakamoto to save her.

"Oh," Charlotte said, bucking against Perrine, driving the final few inches into her ass in one fell stroke, stealing Perrine's breath with the sudden thrust. Pressed flush against her back, she pointed out the window "Oh, that's what has you so wet... you love watching her while I'm fucking you, don't you....

"No... I don't... You... hate..." Perrine gasped vainly, despising every inch of Charlotte, especially the inches buried in her throbbing ass, and yet her pussy twitched with Charlotte's words, the dripping of her snatch running in thin rivulets down her leg

Charlotte reveled in Perrine's struggle to breathe against the pressure and pain in her gut, continuing to taunt the girl. "You dirty little tramp... you love showing off for the major don't you. I bet," she growled into Perrine's ear, feeling Perrine's breath catch in her throat, "If it were Sakamoto in here with her little wooden sword up your ass, you'd be begging her for more..."


Charlotte wrapped her arms around Perrine, one at her neck, the other across her hips, and lifted her again. She felt the Perrine gasp as she lifted the narrow Gallian girl up, holding her in the air impaled on the full length of her cock. "Now then, the real fun begins."

Charlotte withdrew slowly, dragging the thick head of her cock down the channel of Perrine's ass, making the girl mewl softly. Her hips gyred fiercely, and she drove herself back into Perrine to the hilt, making her conquest bounce and wail as her legs scrabbled wildly for purchase on the floor.

Withdrawing for a second stroke, she pulled even further back, forcing Perrine to arch her back as she lifted her before dropping her once more, impaling the crying blonde on her throbbing pole again and again.

Perrine's face was marred by twin rivers of tears rolling down her cheeks, which joined the beads of sweat dotting the landscape from her brow down to the crotch, which throbbed against her will as Charlotte's fingers found their way inside again, wriggling painfully against the fold her virginity. Her head lolled to one side, falling back against Charlotte's shoulder as she silently mouthed Sakamoto's name and wept.

Charlotte grunted with every thrust, the friction of each pistoning slam sending jolts of electric pleasure through her member... or maybe that was Perrine. In either case, Charlotte was certain she would have come by now if Perrine didn't pinch down so deliciously against her invading prick.


Charlotte could feel it now, the fountain of lust bubbling up inside her as pounded into Perrine, making the girl flop against her like a rag doll. She picked up her pace, grinding into Perrine's ass with abandon as she frigged her furiously, determined to make the little ice princess beg Charlotte to make her cum.

A sick numbness had washed over Perrine, but she could still feel the throbbing spear of flesh piked deep in her bowls and the thrusting fingers violating her pussy as Charlotte thrashed into her. She felt ill at herself as the familiar heat of the peak of her passion began to well up just behind her belly, seemingly pierced through the thrusting member in her bowels. "No," Perrine moaned softly, "Not... not like this..."

Charlotte's ears pricked up, and she began to grin again, "About to cum?"

"N... no," Perrine groaned, her hips twitching wildly on their own as she was penetrated from both directions. "Of course n... n.... no... "

Smirking, Charlotte twisted her hand, gripping the hood of Perrine's swollen clit between her thumb and forefinger. She stroked it over the pulsing knob at the head of Perrine's mound as she drove her fingers inside, making the blonde bite down on her lower lip to keep from screaming.

Charlotte continued to stroke Perrine's pussy hard, thrusting her middle fingers in and pinching Perrine's hooded clit, stroking it furiously. Perrine began to shake her head from side to side wildly, trying to fight her building orgasm. With a last plaintive "No~!" she came, her whole body shaking against Shirley's, sending spasms through her body.


"Oh Perrine," Charlotte growled in the twitching girl's ear, "Make a wish."

With that, she pulled herself free from Perrine's ass in a single wild yank, sending a wild, second paroxysm of climax surging through Perrine's body. Her feet hit the floor as Charlotte dropped her and held for only a fraction of a second before buckling, and she simply collapsed, sitting heavily on the floor still shaking as Charlotte grabbed a shank of her hair, snatching back her head. Stroking her own cock furiously, Charlotte howled in climax, sending a thick, bubbling flow of semen blasting from her cock over Perrine's face. Viscous ropes of spunk crisscrossed her sweat-smeared cheeks as Charlotte milked every last drop, sending streamers of cum down across her belly and breasts and into her hair. With a final shudder, the last of it drained from the tip of Charlotte's cock, pooling on Perrine's forehead and clotting in her eyebrows as Charlotte let Perrine go, watching her tremble and pass out, panting on the floor of her room.

Charlotte pulled up her pants, and left Perrine's room. "Hmmm... it's about breakfast time... wonder if Lynne's around." Humming "Happy Birthday" quietly to herself, Charlotte headed over towards the Brittanian's dorm...

Dumpster Diving with Lynne-chan
or
What I Did During the Blitz

(M+/F, Rape, Bukkake, WS, Work In Progress)

Lynnette tossed fitfully under her thin blanket. Even in her sleep she
was tormented by memories of what she'd undergone at Shirley's hands. With
a start, she woke to feel a warm, female presence beside her on the bed.
Sitting bolt upright she tried to scream when a hand was clamped down over
her mouth, cutting it off. Casting her eyes fearfully to the right, she
was greeted, not by the Liberion, but by the face of Minna, framed in red
hair shining softly from moonlight shimmering through the window.

Looking shocked and confused, Lynnette's breath started to slow again, and
Minna took her hand down. "Um... Commander Wilke," Lynnette asked, still
blinking sleep from her eyes, "What are you doing here at this hour?"

"We need to have a bit of a talk, Sargent Bishop," Minna said, smiling.


"Did... did I do something wrong?"

"It's in regards to you behavior with Sargent Miyafuji and her interaction
with the young ensign with the letter."

"Oh..." Lynnette said sleepily, yawning. "Is.. is there a problem?"

"You know full well," Minna said in a voice both motherly and commanding,
"That I issued a base-wide order prohibiting social contact between the
Witches and other soldiers. And knowing that, you not only did not remind
young Miyafuji of the rule, but fully encouraged her to break it."

"But..." Lynnette stuttered, "But it was just a letter from a boy... he
couldn't have been much older than Yoshika... I mean Sargent Miyafuji."


Minna shook her head, "That's not the point, that rule is in place because
it's in the best interests of the Witches. Now..." she continued, casting
her eyes to the side a bit, "I may have had some private motivations in
that regard. But," she continued, staring down Lynnette, "that rule exists
for the protection of all of the Witches. You are all quite young, and
surrounded by men of an exceptionally hot-natured age, some of whom are
separated from home and loved ones for the first times in their lives."


"While I would like to believe," Minna continued, "That no-one on this base
would try to force themselves on one of you witches," she said, making Lynnette
blush furiously and look down at her hands, "There is always that possibility.
And it grows," she finished lifting Lynnette's chin to meet her gaze,
"If you grow familiar enough with them to be lured to private areas. How
would you have felt if Sargent Miyafuji had taken it upon herself to go
into that ship and been taken somewhere and raped?"

Lynnette gasped, shocked at the thought and Minna's bluntness.

"While I have no doubt," Minna said, "That the Captain of the Akagi would
have them dealt with in the most sever manner, that would hardly be comfort
for anyone they were to treat that way, would it. No," Minna said, "It
seems that we're going to have to make sure you learn the importance of
this order."

"We..." Lynnette muttered, looking up from Minna for the first time. The
dark shadows in the corner of her room began to converge on her bed, and
she could make out the features of several men. Her second attempted scream
was cut off again by Minna's vice-like hand over her mouth.

"These gentlemen are fellow Karlslanders who've agreed to help me demonstrate
exactly why I enacted the fraternization order," Minna said with a cold
smile. "I'm afraid they won't be gentle."



Rough male hands grabbed Lynnette, holding her down as they stripped the
cover from her bed, leaving the bare mattress behind. Minna let go of Lynnette,
her hand replaced almost immediately by the mouth of one of her new tormenters,
stinking of alcohol, who engulfed her mouth, probing it deeply with his
tongue. Calloused hands grabbed her arms and legs, pulling them out of
the way as others fondled her lewdly, roughly squeezing her breasts and
cupping her cunt through her thin satin pajama bottoms, all the while speaking
in slurred voices in a thick Karlsland dialect.

Minna, meanwhile, crossed to a high-backed chair on the nearby wall, primly
crossing her legs as she sat and watched the scene before her with a detached
grace. "My, my, Lynnette," Minna said in dulcet voice, "You seem to have
piqued their interest quite a bit. They seem quite taken with you."

Struggling furiously, but vainly, Lynnette turned bright red at Minna's
words, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she tried to shake even
one of her attackers off. This produced more laughter than anything else
and they swarmed her in her small bed, touching, fondling, and rubbing.
One of the men, out of about eight or nine that Lynnette could make herself
count, sat behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder and inhaled the
scent of her hair deeply, wrapping her braid around his hand and pulling
on it hard, making her yelp.

Whipping her head violently back and forth she managed to free her mouth
from the probing tongue exploring it's damp confines, and turned quickly
to Minna. "Please!" she begged, crying, "You don't have to do this! C-c-call
them off!"


"Well now that is a problem," Minna said with a sigh, resting her face on
her hand, "I don't think they'd listen even if I told them to stop now.
You know how men are when they get like this. Or," she added, coldly,
"Maybe you don't. But in I think you will, in a few hours."

A half dozen hands grabbed the sheer material of her top, ripping it to
shreds and exposing her silken-skinned breasts. Lynnette gasped as they
were cruelly squeezed, crushed between rough pairs of hands as her nipples
were grabbed and tugged, making her cry out in pain.

"Thats good, Lynnette," Minna said, smiling, "Be nice and loud.. Imagine
the looks on the face of whoever comes to investigate when they see you
like that."

Lynnette bit her lip sharply, choking off her cries with a stricken look.
She struggled to stay quiet as her breasts and body were being handled
roughly; three or four of the men were sucking or kissing her stomach and
breasts now, leaving behind crimson hickeys and angry red bitemarks on her
pale skin.

"Actually," Minna continued, leaning forward, "You can go ahead and be loud
if you want. Eila and Sanya won't be back for several hours yet, and Major
Sakamoto took the others out for surprise drills this morning. This whole
wing is deserted aside for us. Feel free to really cut loose."

"Minna don't let them do this!" Lynnette shouted then, tears streaming down
her face in shame, "Please don't!"

"I'm afraid it's not up to me anymore," Minna said with mock sadness, "If
only someone had followed orders, I'm sure this sort of thing would never
have happened..."


"Minna... no...!" Lynnette cried as more mouths joined the others, kissing,
sucking and licking her body. One man was at her neck, biting softly and
licking her ears, while another pair traced the soft arc of her back, arched
tightly as Lynnette continued to fight against her attackers. One of the
men seized her nipple in his mouth, biting down on it and yanking, pulling
her breast sharply back as she howled and cried.

Through the haze of her abuse, she could feel one of the men pulling her
right hand up and thrusting something into it. The soft, fleshy length
reminded her immediately of Shirley... looking down she saw she was being
forced to fondle one of her attackers' cocks. She shouted in revulsion
and tried to yank her hand away, but the man seized it firmly between his
own and forced her up and down it's hardening length. Looking around she
saw the other men beginning to take off their pants and exposing hardening
cocks of varying size.

Crimson shame flared on Lynnette's cheeks and she tried to hide her face.
The men merely laughed as they approached, one of them grabbed a shank
of her braided hair and jerked her head up, making her gasp as she came
face to face with his penis. He laughed roughly and rubbed it across her
face, smearing a thin trail of precum across her cheeks.

Disgusted, Lynnette felt one of the men grab her other hand and wrap it
around his cock, yanking her hand up and down and forcing her to stroke
his meat. They were all standing practically on top of her now, rubbing
themselves over her face and breasts while others stood by to the side,
stroking themselves and looking her over with greedy eyes. One of the men
had even wrapped her braid around his cock and was stroking it up and down
and rubbing the head into her scalp.


Calloused hands gripped her wrists, and without thinking she closed her
hands around the members being thrust through them, stroking them, trying
hard to tune out the experience, to ignore what was going on around her.

The men assaulting her had other ideas, however, and one of them spread
her legs, jerking her panties roughly and ripping them aide. He laughed,
stroking rough hands over the pale hair framing her sex. She gasped in
shock, lashing her legs out to try and kick the man, but he simply caught
it with a chuckle and pushed them wider, exposing her coral pink lips.


Wetness welled in the folds of her sex, stirred by her attackers attentions,
however rough they might have been, and the crimson shame that had bloomed
in her face spread well down her neck and across her chest.

The man who had spread Lynnette's legs was talking in a low, coarse voice,
stroking the lips of her sex as he moved his head between her legs, crudely
licking the soft white skin of her thighs, leaving wide trails of saliva
dripping behind his tongue.

The other men surrounding her hadn't been idle either, jostling for position
to get their swollen meat in her tender hands, other stroking their heads
across her breasts or face, and thin beads of precum, tears, and sweat
dotted Lynnette's body in the flickering lamplight.

A guttural grunt behind Lynnette surprised her, as did the other men backing
off briefly. She realized why as thick streamers of cum erupted from cock
wrapped in her hair, slithering across her forehead and down her face.
Wailing in disgust, the thick spunk dribbled down her face and into her
mouth, making her turn her head to side and spit crudely.

Lynnette sobbed, and tried to reach up to wipe the stinking wads of cum
from her face, but she was stopped by the hard hands of Karlslanders around
her, and forced to keep her hands busy on their cocks as sweat and spent
cum slid down her face.

Slumping back, the man behind her simply used her braid to wipe the last
trails of cum from his cock as he stood up, making room for another. Lynnette
could hear the man spit vilely into his own hands, apparently stroking it
onto his member. She gasped as she was pushed forward, crying in revulsion
as the man slid his spit-slicked length into under her arm, pressing the
head up into her armpit.

A chorus of low moans and grunts in front of her took her mind away from
that, however as the man who had been molesting her thighs abandoned his
post to make room for the circle of flesh that pressed close to her face
again.

Lynnette turned her head away quickly as the first spurts sprayed across
her forehead, dribbling down across her face and breasts. One of the men
grabbed her hair, however, forcing her face forward as the next man came,
thick gobs of ejaculate clotting to her face like glue.

She shuddered again, feeling the warm, wet spray of cum on her hand from
the member she had been stroking, praying for the ordeal to end as two more
men emptied their swollen balls across her face and breasts, shimmering
trials of cum dribbling from the tips of their dicks as they backed off
to make room for the last few men.


Lynnette's tears streamed down her face, washing away enough of the mask
of sticky ejaculate to let her see the last of her attackers approaching,
one of them sporting an enormous cock the like of which Lynnette had never
imagined. He laughed, a deep, barrel-chested sound in the small room, as
he presented the enormous length to Lynnette, thrusting it against her mouth.


Lynnette's eyes flew wide in shock as she felt the swollen length of it
violate her mouth. Her jaws trembled as she tried to make herself bite down
to force it from her mouth, but the vice-like grip on her jaw made her hesitate.


Her attacker, however, had no hesitation as he withdrew slightly before
throwing his weight forward again, pressing almost half of his length into
her, making her gag against it as it brushed the back of her throat.

She could feel other men around of her press their own cocks into her hands
again, her hesitation melting away as she began to stroke them without prompting,
only wishing for an end to this degradation.

An insistent hand on the back of her head snapped her attention back to
the man in front of her who was holding her head still as he drew back and
speared his cock into her throat. Tears of pain streamed down her face as
he forced himself into the back of her throat, and she let go of the men
beside her, flailing her arms wildly at the man in front of her as she struggled
for air.

Bright spots flared in Lynnette's vision before he withdrew with a sickly,
wet sound and Lynnette gasped for air, gagging and coughing. She had only
a few moments of respite before the pulsing cock was thrust deep into her
throat again.

Once more she found her hands and arm wrapped around the red and swollen
cocks of her attackers, and she worked them as best she could as she struggled
for breath against the deep thrusting from the Karlsland man violating her
throat.

The man behind her who had been abusing her armpit grunted, and she felt
the rapid pulses of his cock with disgust as he spurted runny jets of spunk
into her armpit before welled up and dribbled down her side in thin rivulets.
She felt him withdraw but not before her braid was once again used to
wipe away the trailing cum from his member, and it flopped wetly against
her back as he clambered off her bed.

The stench of the man assaulting Lynnette's mouth threatened to overpower
her as he forced more and more of his impressive cock down her throat, his
coarse, wiry mat of his pubic hair just scraping the tip of her nose.

He said something to the other two men in the same deep voice, and they
laughed and nodded as he drew his dick back, stroking it with his other
hand as he forced Lynnette's mouth open again.

Lynnette's dull eyes watched as they continued to stroke their cocks in
her face, rubbing them against her face and over her lips and tongue as
a thin trail of drool ran down the side of her mouth.

Grunting, one of the men to her right came, pressing the head of his cock
into her mouth spraying it with thick gouts of cum before milking the last
drops out. The man to her left came soon after that, spraying his own cum
straight into the back of her throat with a coarse curse. Finally, with
a booming grunt, the man with the massive erection came, adding the heavy,
ropy jets of his spunk to the pool forming at the back of Lynnette's throat.

Lynnette struggled to swallow their thick loads, her breath bubbling and
churning through their spunk until they finally released her, laughing as
she rolled to one side gagging and spitting out glistening streamers of
cum onto the carpet beside her bed.


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This particular work is still very much in progress, probably about halfway finished. As with all my work, I would love to have any possible feedback on it; what parts were good, what parts need to be better, and any impressions on style or form would be greatly appreciated.

Barkhorn Hartmann Overdrive(for lack of a better title in the meantime)

(FF/F, Reluc, Oral, WIP)

Sleek pressed Karlsland wool hissed as the young brunette strode through hallways lit by the early morning sun. Barkhorn was headed for Erica's room, as usual, to drive the lazy blonde out of bed, as usual. Rounding the corner, she was surprised to see Erica, apparently already awake, walking down the halls ahead of her.

'Maybe some of my discipline is starting to rub off on her,' she said to herself, smiling as she walked past, clapping the other girl on the shoulder. "Good to see you up and around," she said, startling the blonde, who jumped, stumbling to one side. "See you at breakfast!"

"Yes... Uh... thank you," the blonde said in a quiet, confused voice as she watched Barkhorn walk away.

Barkhorn was in good spirits, taking in the sunshine streaming through the wide hallway windows with a smile. Her good mood was cut short by the loud snore from her right as she passed by Erica's room. Stomping over to the door, she threw it open, scattering empty bottles in it's wake to see her friend sound asleep, visible only as tangle of hands and feet sticking out from the corners of the heavy comforter.

"Unbelievable!" she shouted, kicking the bedpost, shaking Hartmann from her dreams with a strangled snort. "I see, you thought you'd trick me. You'd let me see you up and around and then thought that I'd forget about you so you could sneak off to nap again, huh!" Barkhorn ranted, pacing through the debris strewn room, "That's a dirty trick, even for you," she said, shaking her head.

Pausing, she glanced aside at the groggy girl beside her, sitting up droopily and scratching her belly with a wide yawn, "How did you even get past me back to your room? Never mind! It's not important. Look, just get dressed, all right, Mina said we were going to be having visiting officers from another base today."

Blearily opening her eyes, Erica caught sight of an agitated grey and brown blur leaving her room. "You say something, Trude," she managed weakly before falling face-first into her comforter and mumbling.

"Honestly," Barkhorn mumbled, striding down the hall from Erica's room. "I can't believe her... it's like she gets worse every day." Taking a deep breath, the Karlslander sighed, smiling just a little despite her frustration.

The sunlight glittering off brass buttons out the window caught Barkhorn's attention. Just beyond the low shrubbery in the courtyard the windows overlooked Barkhorn could see Mina's red hair flashing in the sun beside the brilliant white of Major Sakamoto's smartly trimmed uniform top. Just beside them was a shock of yellow hair and powder blue wool that Barkhorn first mistook for Eila. Looking closer, though, the hair was a darker blonde, and the girl in question was much too short. "Huh," she mused to herself, "That must be our visitor... wait," she muttered, rubbing her eyes and looking closer. Right beside their guest was the nearly unmistakable pixie-cut blonde Barkhorn thought she'd left in her room just a few minutes before. Waving politely to the Suomus officer, she turned and walked away back toward the dormitories.

:"What the... how did she even get down there?" Barkhorn muttered to herself, "Jump out the window?"

Turning around to backtrack, Barkhorn started for the nearest door out to the courtyard to greet the visiting Suomus officer. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught movement in the dormitory corridor and turned to see who it was. Erica, yawning, her top half-unbuttoned, was standing at the half-open door to her room.

"Erica!" Barkhorn shouted, making the blonde jump, literally. Barkhorn closed the gap between them as Hartmann stumbled for balance, smiling at her friend.

"Morning, Trude," she said brightly, if a little worried.

"'Morning Trude' nothing," Barkhorn said, scowling, "What are you doing now?"

"Doing? N-nothing," Erica said, confused, "I just got up."

"Ha! Nice try," Barkhorn said with a smug air, "But I already SAW you up and talking with Mina and the others." Ignoring the blonde's thoroughly puzzled look, she continued, "Make the rounds, let everyone see you, then duck back to your room." Barkhorn crossed her arms under her bosom, shaking her head, " Even after I caught you at it, you're trying the same dodge. Knock it off, and follow me, we're going to greet the visiting officers PROPERLY."

Erica just watched, blinking, as Barkhorn strode off down the hall. Yawning again, she began fiddling with the off-center buttons on her undershirt. "This is all Lucchini's fault..." she muttered, pursing her lips as she thumbed the buttons through their proper loops. "No business introducing her to espresso..."

Muttering under her breath, Barkhorn continued toward the courtyard door. She paused, though, hearing familiar voices off in one of the other corridors. Following the sounds, she saw a cluster of the other witches, including Miyafuji, Lynnette, Eila, and Erica talking excitedly.

"Erica!" Barkhorn called out, waving as she approached the group, most of whom turned to look in her direction and waved. Lynn looked puzzled, but Eila nudged her with her elbow, the gesture hidden by Hartmann, who cast a bare glance over her shoulder but didn't turn around.

"Hey! Erica," Barkhorn called again, agitated. "I thought I told you we were going to greet the visiting officer." She quickly covered the space between them, taking the Karlsland girl by the shoulder and turning her.

"ERICA!" she barked, turning the girl around to face her. Morning sunlight glinted off unfamiliar glasses, and cast shadows across and uncharacteristically passive face. Her confusion was quickly replaced by embarrassment as she squeaked, a playful pinch delivered to her her butt cheek.

Barkhorn turned sharply, seeing a nearly identical Hartmann behind her, beaming with a mischievous smile.

"You called Trude~" she said, laughing as Barkhorn jumped backward, flattening herself against the wall. Looking just past her friend, Erica's eyes widened with shock, soon matched by a huge grin. Rushing forward, she scooped up her Doppelganger in a massive bearhug, lifting her off the round and whirling the pair around while laughing.

"Ursula! It's great to see you again, little sis... what are you doing out here?"

Smiling, the other blonde returned Erica's hug before stepping back. "I was selected as adjunct to Commander Leivonen while she's delivering a summary of the Suomus 507th Joint Fighter Wing's training programs to the Allied Human Forces headquarters in London," the other blonde said softly, tapping her glasses back into place with her middle two fingers. "Since she and I both accrued leave, we set aside a couple of extra days to visit the 501st."

"Ole' Captain Us... I mean, my old commander, Leivonen came by to bring me some things from Suomus," Eila said brightly, clapping Ursula on the shoulder, "If Minna agrees, I'm going to see if I can get some time off with Sanya to visit their base... it's pretty close to Orrusia, so maybe..." she said training off a bit. Shaking her head, as if to clear it, she smiled again. "At any rate, I was pretty surprised when I first saw Ursula here."

"Me too," Miyafuji chimed in, "Someone said you had a sister, but I didn't know you were twins... it was a shock."

Erica just grinned. "It's kinda shocking to people who know too, isn't it Trude," she teased, as Barkhorn pealed herself down off the wall, holding her hand over her heart.

"That wasn't funny." Or so she said, but she smiled just a bit soon after anyway.

"Wait," Lynn said, turning to Erica, "You called Ursula 'little sister'?"

"Yep! I was born first, that makes me the oldest," Erica said proudly.

"I've never understood it," Barkhorn said, shaking her head, "She just isn't the big sister type."

The faint wisp of a wry grin crossed Ursula's face. Tapping her glasses into place again, Ursula said, "Mom said I was supposed to be first, but Erica climbed over me for a better view and fell out."

Erica's jaw dropped, "Oh she did not!" she said, red-faced, as the group laughed.

Despite the visiting officers, however, training and maneuvers went on as normal, and it was a long day in the sun for Most of the 501st, though Sakamoto let Erica off early to spend some time with her sister. Barkhorn didn't begrudge her friend the time, though, she knew all too well how hard it was to be separated from family by the war. Barkhorn rubbed her stiff shoulders in her room as she got ready for bed, glad that Minna saw fit give them the day off regular exercises tomorrow in favour of showing Leivonen and Ursula around 501st's headquarters.

Barkhorn's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Opening it revealed twin bobbed blondes, one with a playful grin, the other solemn but holding a couple of litre bottles of what Trude could only assume was alcohol.

"Hey Trude~" Erica beamed brightly at Barkhorn, "I thought you wouldn't mind some company."

"Oh... hello Erica, Ursula," she said nodding at each in turn. "Truthfully, I was about to go to bed..."

"Ah there's plenty of time to rest tomorrow," Erica said, "Me and Ursula wanted to spend some time catching up with you."

Hefting the bottles, Ursula stated, "I brought these."

"I don't know, I'm pretty tired," Trude said, feeling bad. She didn't really want to turn away her friend, but she wasn't quite feeling sociable tonight.

Erica, however, grinned. "You sure... it's Kirshwasser?"

"K-Kirshwasser?" Barkhorn was suddenly feeling more awake.

"Yeah... it's been a while hasn't it." Erica grinned.

"I remember," Barkhorn said, shaking her head.

"It was on the train, wasn't it... you were getting your Oakleaves... Wiese and Krupinski were there too..."

"I said I remember!" Barkhorn said sharply, blushing furiously as Hartmann giggled.

"C'mon, I know you can't resist the stuff," Erica said again.

"Fine," Barkhorn said, waving the sisters into her room. "But just a glass while we talk... I don't plan to go overboard."

And two hours later she was drunk.

"And-and-and... YOU," Barkhorn slurred accusingly at Erica, waggling her empty glass at the laughing blonde, "You just LEFT me there."

"You... You were passed out," Erica countered, gasping for breath, "What was I supposed to do, drag you behind me?"

"A real friend would have," Barkhorn muttered indignantly. "At the very least, a real friend wouldn't have pulled off my pants and stuck them on my head!"

"I keep telling you, that was Wiese!" Erica replied indignantly.

"Then why didn't you take them off and put them back right," Barkhorn said, staring down her equally inebriated friend.

"I couldn't!" Erica replied, suddenly serious.

"And why is that?" Barkhorn asked

"Because."

"Because?"

"B-because..." Erica slurred, slowly breaking down into fits of laughter, "Because I was laughing too hard"

Barkhorn huffed and crossed her arms, looking away indignantly. Erica and Ursula exchanged a brief glance before Erica broke down into peals of laughter. Ursula was quiet, but she was smiling broadly, a rosy flush on her cheeks from the brandy. It has been a very long time since had been able to spend time with her sister, and could see just how much she actually cared for Barkhorn, and vice versa.

Which is why she brushed her calf against her sister's leg before tapping her on the foot. Erica was surprised, glancing at her sister suspiciously. She tapped her temple, and pointed at Barkhorn, who had back to the group pouring another round of brandy from the newly opened second bottle.

Ursula nodded, pointed to Barkhorn, then to Erica before touching her fingers to her lips with a kissing gesture. Erica blushed, the brighter red overpowering the cherry pink kiss of her brandy blush, but she nodded at her sister.

Ursula tapped her glasses back into place with wry grin and nodded back to Erica... the exchange took less time than Barkhorn needed to pour one glass from her alcohol swayed grip on the bottle, but it spoke volumes between the sisters.

Erica stood up, opening the top two buttons of her undershirt, having abandoned her heavy jacket much earlier in the evening. Ursula began to unbutton her own jacket as well as she watched Erica close on Barkhorn. Erica pressed herself softly against her friend's back as she reached for the tray. "Here, let me take these... you look a little stiff."

Barkhorn, used to Erica's invasions of her personal space, took no real note of her embrace.. she just figured she needed help steadying herself thanks to the brandy. "Thank you," Barkhorn said as she handed off the tray, rubbing her right shoulder

"Hmm..." Erica said, winking at Ursula behind Barkhorn's back, "You look really beat."

"It's not bad," Barkhorn said, wincing slightly as she rotated her arm, trying to relieve the stiffness in her shoulder "But Sakamoto's training is as hard as ever..."

"C'mere," Erica said, setting the drinks down on a small table and patting the bed. "Lay down, I'll give you a massage."

"What?" Barkhorn shook her head, "No. I mean... thank you, but..."

"Why?" Erica said, waggling her fingers "I've got a magic touch."

"But it's... weird," Barkhorn said, but without much conviction.

"Aww... at least have a seat, and I'll rub your shoulders." Erica pressed again.

Barkhorn, feeling weary and stiff, felt that good, hard massage for her shoulders might likely be the best thing ever, but she still had the sneaking suspicion that her friend had some kind of trick in store for her.

"Ok," she said, loosening the tie on her slightly rumpled uniform. "But nothing funny, or I'm kicking you out of here, got me?"

"I got you, I got you," Erica said shrugging wide. "Now take off your clothes."

"WHAT!" Barkhorn exclaimed, standing bolt upright so fast she stumbled backward, dizzy.

"Your jacket and shirt," Erica said laughing. "Take them off so I can get at your shoulders."

Barkhorn blushed, "No... I mean, I'll take off the jacket I guess. But I'm not getting naked in front of.. I mean, no offense Ursula it's just that..." Barkhorn blustered.

Erica just patted her friend on the shoulder, "Don't worry, don't worry," she said, smiling, "Just the jacket is fine."

Barkhorn unbuttoned her uniform jacket, laying it open across the back of her chair before taking a seat on the bed. Erica clambered up behind her, crouching on her knees to be able to reach Barkhorn's shoulders with enough leverage to do a decent job. She cracked her knuckles in preparation as Barkhorn shot a glance over at Ursula, sitting a few feet away in one of her side chairs, legs primly crossed with a snifter of brandy in her hand. Barkhorn couldn't shake the feeling that she looked like one of the villains in an elaborate murder mystery story....

Erica, meanwhile, was ready to start, and she lay the heels of her hands at the top Barkhorn's shoulder blades on either side, laying her palms and finger across pressing down softly as the brought her hands up to Barkhorn's neck, squeezing softly there and then pulling down along the shoulders all the way out. Barkhorn closed her eyes, groaning softly to herself as Erica repeated the same stroke. She felt the tension starting to ease already.

After a few strokes Erica changed her grip, pressing her palms against Barkhorn's shoulder blades through the cotton shirt, turning her hands together until her fingers just touched the center of her friend's back before pulling them down and out, cupping just below the outline of the shoulder blade and wrapping her fingers around Barkhorn's side, just below her armpit. Barkhorn stiffened at first, but Erica simply gripped the muscle in her hands softly, plucking it outward before putting her hands back at the top and starting over. After a couple of passes Trude relaxed again, sighing, as her shoulders began to loosen up.

"You know," She said softly in Erica's ear, "this would be easier without the top... I could get some oil, really do this right..."

"No, no," Barkhorn said quietly, not opening her eyes, "This is fine, really.... better than fine..."

Humming quietly to herself, Erica moved her hands back to the top of her friend's shoulders, laying the palm across the curve of the muscle near her neck. Cupping it gently in her palms she worked her thumbs in circles before lifting her palms, plucking the tension-stiff muscles on either side. Replacing her hands, just a few inches lower, she repeated the same plucking motion all the way down, her deft hands working weeks of pent up stress and tension slowly from the muscle.

Barkhorn was was in bliss as he friend worked her magic over the stuff muscles in her shoulder, and she was on the verge of falling asleep sitting up. Which is probably why she didn't feel the hands on her feet at first. Blinking her eyes open, she looked down to see Ursula, cross legged in the floor, holding her right foot by the heel as she pinched the foot between her thumb and middle fingers with the other, rubbing small circles on the top and in the arch at the same time.

Barkhorn struggled to sit up and get free, but Erica just held her down, "It's ok, she's just rubbing your feet.. nothing to worry about."

"Yeah, but..." Barkhorn said, squirming, "It's just... I mean, it's weird to have someone else touching my feet. Listen," she said, addressing Erica's sister, "You don't have to do that... really. I mean... it's not that I don't appreciate it or anything, but I don't want you to feel obligated."

Ursula simply smiled, "I don't mind at all. You're a friend. And you're someone very dear to my sister." Ursula smiled as both Barkhorn and Hartmann blushed a little and looked off in opposite directions.

Despite her protests, Barkhorn could feel Ursula's fingers working wonders for the arch of her foot. Ursula wrapped her other hand around Barkhorn's ankle, massaging it in circles as she supported the heel in her palm, and Barkhorn sighed softly in response.

Warm, agile hands working at either end of Barkhorn's body started to conspire with her exhaustion and the alcohol in her system to take her to an almost trancelike state, her breathing slowed and deepened, and she gave up fighting it and really relaxed. Ursula's hands had moved to her other foot, and her toes twitches as the blonde girl's fingers began to work out kinks and knots Barkhorn never even realized she had.

"Ok now," Erica said, placing her hands flat against Barkhorn's back, "This might hurt a little at first." She began working her thumbs along either side of Barkhorn's spine all the way down. Barkhorn groaned and arched her back as Erica worked her way slowly down to the small of her friend's back and back up. Sighing softly, Barkhorn lay back against her friend as the Erica began to slowly caress Barkhorn' shoulders and arms.

Barkhorn was officially in heaven as she lounged back against Erica. "Thank you," She said, "That was... wow. I mean," she clarified, "It was ... nice."

"Just Nice?" Erica said archly, embracing Barkhorn around the waist and resting her chin on the brunette's shoulder.

"Very nice." Barkhorn said, smiling as she closed her eyes. Erica's arms were warm and soft, and she felt safe here. 'Safer than anywhere else', she thought to herself briefly before shooing weird thoughts out of her head.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," Erica softly said, her warm breath ticking the sensitive hair around Barkhorn's ear. Erica's hands were gently rubbing her stomach through her shirt, but Barkhorn didn't really care. Drowsy, Barkhorn lay her head to one side, resting it back on Erica's shoulder.

Somewhat hazy, Barkhorn could feel Erica's hands undoing the buttons on her shirt, but she just slurred, "No, s'ok... I can change for bed myself." Erica's hands never slowed, however, and the burst of cool air across her skin as her underblouse was flapped open started to sober Barkhorn. So the the soft, tickling feelings on her feet and shoulder. Opening her eyes, she looked down to see Ursula, eyes closed, delicately kissing the tops of her feet as she continued to caress them. Craning her neck, she saw Erica kissing her newly exposed shoulder gently with the same angelic expression.

"Woah!" She said, struggling to get free. "Wait, what are you doing!"

"It's ok," Erica said softly, hugging Barkhorn around the waist with one hand and conveniently pinning her right arm to her side, "Just enjoy it... "

Barkhorn continued to struggle, but she soon realized from the blue glow suffusing the room, and the identical dirty black tufts of the twin's hair, that they had activated their magic. Though they were supremely gentle, Barkhorn's wild struggles had no chance of breaking her free of their surprisingly powerful grip.

"Calm down, please," Erica pleaded into Barkhorn's ear as her sultry breath made the brunette shudder. The took Barkhorn's left hand in hers, holding it steady as she traced a line of kisses down the nape of her friend's neck.

"I don't know what you two are doing," Barkhorn said, feeling trapped and a little frantic, "But I want you both to knock it off." She began to focus, reciting the rituals in her mind to bond with her familiar and use her magic as well, but lethargy and cognac clouded her concentration and slowed the process. Erica, seeing the blue glow around her friend, quickly reached up with her right hand, and pinched Barkhorn's nipple through her brassier.

Yelping, Barkhorn thrashed and lost her concentration, the faint outline of her canine ears fading back into the ether.

"Now, now," Erica admonished playfully, "None of that." Catching Barkhorn's chin with her right hand, she moved her face beside her friends. "Shh... shh now," she soothed as Barkhorn's struggling slowed, "Just watch," she said, turning Barkhorn's face downward.

She could see Ursula gripping her ankle, still caressing and kissing it softly. She gasped as Ursula began to lick her toes, weaving her tongue artfully between the digits.

"Ursula W-what..." she demanded weakly, struggling to free her foot. "What are you doing."

"She's helping me make you feel good," Erica whispered, gently caressing Barkhorn's chest and belly with her free hand. "You can start to feel it, can't you?"

"What?" Barkhorn asked, afraid she already knew the answer.

"I think you know," Erica said, her hand slowly traveling lower down Barkhorn's stomach, stopping just above the area covered by her blue pants. Barkhorn's belly fluttered as Erica's warm hand traced delicate circles just above her pants, never quite brushing past the elastic band.

Ursula, meanwhile, opened her mouth and began to draw Barkhorn's largest toe into it, gently suckling at her wriggling digit. Barkhorn gasped at the sensation as Ursula slid the toe in and out, laving the length of it with her tongue. Barkhorn struggled to take in the obscene spectacle as she wondered why this was happening all of a sudden.

"Erica, please!" she pleaded, her instincts waffling between anger, fear, and a conflicting heat spreading from her thighs that she fought to ignore. "Why are you doing this?"

Erica moved around beside her friend, changing her grip on Barkhorn so she could look her clearly in the eyes. "Because you're special to me..." She said with uncharacteristic seriousness. She lay her head on Barkhorn's shoulder, holding Barkhorn around the small of the back as other other hand moved to cup Barkhorn's breast. She froze though, before she touched it. Hesitantly she reached for it again, but instead reached up to grip Barkhorn's shoulder.

"I still love you," she said, making Barkhorn's eyes widen with shock. "I told you before, and I meant it... on the train ride back that one time...." she said, rambling a bit. Barkhorn knew the incident that Erica was talking about, but the memories were hazy with drink and a will to forget something that she didn't know how to deal with.

"You were so scared after that first kiss," Erica said, turning her face up to Barkhorn. "But I still remember how it felt, how it tasted..."

Barkhorn didn't believe what she was hearing... "Wait, wait! You said... the next day you said that nothing happened!"

"It didn't," Erica said wistfully, steeling her nerve and slowly bringing her hand down caress Barkhorn's breast for the first time. The brunette stiffened in shock, but she didn't try to pull away. "You told me... you told me I had to stop. That you... would never do that with me." Erica said, softly.

Barkhorn could see pain behind her friend's eyes, and despite the turn of events, she couldn't be angry with Erica about this. "I'm sorry," She told Erica, surprising her, "I don't remember the conversation, but if that was what I said to you, I'm sorry. I'd never want to hurt you."

Barkhorn gasped as Erica's hand became more bold, and more instant, sliding under the thin fabric of her bra to caress the soft orb of her breast. She'd never been touched like this before. Well except for that time she was grabbed from behind by Eila, and Lucchini ambushing her in the lunch line, and Erica constantly in the bath... come to think of it, her breasts were surprisingly well tread. The sensitive flesh still sent jolts of pleasure through her body as Erica teased the nipple, rolling it in the palm of her hand as she whispered into Barkhorn's neck.

"I want to share this with you. But," she continued, "Only if you want it. All you have to do is say so, and I'll stop. I'll forget about this," She said wistfully, "About being like this... with you."

Barkhorn said nothing, thinking about Erica and their relationship together. The two were closer than Barkhorn ever really thought about, she sometimes felt like Erica was a surrogate sister for her. She wondered if Erica felt the same way... especially considering how close the twins seemed tonight in seducing her.

"You'd better speak up," Erica said, gently cupping Barkhorn's breast in her hand and making the Brunette hiss. "Saying nothing is the same as saying yes..." Barkhorn had no idea what to say, she wasn't sure she would able to go on, but she couldn't bring herself to tell Erica to stop.

"So say it," Erica said, "Tell me to stop," she pleaded, making Barkhorn look down. She saw tears welling up in the corners of her friend's eyes. "Please, stop me before I do something we'll regret... It's ok, really," she said, half smiling despite her tears, "I know you'd never do something like this. But, even so, I want it so much...."

She hugged her friend close, "Even if it makes you hate me, even knowing what it would do to us, I'll take this from you if you don't stop me..." she said sobbing into Barkhorn's shoulder. "I'm such a terrible person."

Erica sobbed softly, until she felt Barkhorn's strong arms surrounding her, holding her close. "You're wrong, you know," she said softly, her warm words soothing Erica, "You're not a terrible person. You are NOT." she said emphatically, squeezing Erica tighter, "You're a warm, loving girl, and my best friend, and you've been put into such a painful situation because of me... But no matter what you did, there's no way I could hate you."

"Really," Erica said softly.

"Really," Barkhorn said, kissing Erica softly on the top of her head "And you're right, I'm not the sort of person that would do... something like this," she said, waving around. "But," she continued, catching Erica's chin and turning her face up to her own, "I think that... if it's with you... It would be.... I could..." She said hesitantly, trailing off.

Erica didn't say anything at first, but suddenly burst out laughing, even as the last of the tears were rolling down her cheeks, "Oh... Oh god, Trude..." she laughed, as Barkhorn looked hurt.

"Oh... Oh, I'm sorry Trude, I don't mean to laugh it's just..." she said, wiping her eyes on the back of her hand, "'If it's with you, it's ok' Where did you get that corny line?"

Barkhorn blushed bright red. "It's not supposed to be corny," she said sulkily, "It was supposed to be romantic. Like in the movies."

Erica giggled at her friend's pouting face. "That's the Barkhorn I remember," she said, "And yes, it was corny. But," she said softly, leaning close to Barkhorn, "It was also very... very... sweet..." she finished slowly as she approached Barkhorn's lips, kissing her the Brunette deeply.

Barkhorn's eyes widened at first, but she soon relaxed, closing her eyes and letting Erica guide the kiss. Sweet, warm lips pressed against her own, and Barkhorn parted them just slightly as Erica's tongue moved of it's own accord, twining with Barkhorn's as the their kiss became more passionate.

Barkhorn broke off the kiss first, gasping for breath as Erica smiled. A soft hand turned Barkhorn's face to the other side as a second pixie-like blonde swooped in to capture a kiss. Barkhorn wasn't prepared for this, and she pulled back. Ursula's face was still impassive, but she cocked her head to the side quizzically.

"I'm sorry," she said, "Am I not as good a kisser as my sister?"

"No. Wait," she said, blushing, "I didn't mean 'No you're not' I meant... I just thought that... I didn't think you would... with Erica here."

"Oh," she said, calmly, leaning over and grabbing Erica by the back of her head. She turned to face her sister, the two sharing a kiss as sweet and fierce as the one Barkhorn had just received from Erica.

Barkhorn was speechless at first, but she sputtered trying to figure out what to say. "It's Ok," Erica said, embracing Barkhorn and nibbling playfully on her neck. "Ursula and I have always been... especially close," she said.

"If you don't want me here, though," Ursula said, flanking Barkhorn on the other side and sucking gently at her earlobe. "I'll leave you two alone."

"Of course no. I mean, yes, go ahead... no I mean..." Barkhorn's mind spun as the pair of elfin blondes attacked from either side, each gently cupping a breast as they kissed their way across her neck.

Barkhorn soon found herself flat on her back shirt splayed open, her plain cotton bra opened to reveal her pale, smooth breasts. Trembling slightly, she watched as the twins opened their own shirts slowly, each revealing a perfect pair of slightly upturned breasts topped with a pale, stiff nipple.

Swooping back down on their prey, the twins began their tender assault again, leaving a trail of sweet kisses across Barkhorn's neck and jaw, licking her ear and stroking her hair as she writhed under their combined attack.

They moved in unison, bringing their lips together with Barkhorn's, weaving a deft triangle of passion as they shared a tender kiss between them. Erica continued to exchange kisses with Barkhorn as Ursula moved lower, tracing the line of Barkhorn's sternum to her breasts. She captured a nipple, rolling it gently between her lips as Barkhorn moaned into Erica's mouth through their kiss.

Ursula moved with smooth precision, pinching the other nipple with her hand as she bit the first gently, tugging them both upward at the same time. Barkhorn groaned, arching her back, sagging back as Ursula let go, soothing the sensitive buds with a warm tongue and supple fingers.

After a series of lingering kissed, Erica soon moved down as well, capturing Barkhorn's other breast and the two fell into an almost perfect rhythm together. They would circle her nipples gently, caressing the orb of her breasts before quickly flicking her nipple with their tongues, teasing it. After a few seconds, in perfect unison, they captured their prize in their mouths again, biting the nipple and rolling it between their teeth. Barkhorn moaned, her hands tangling in the blondes' hair on either side as she squirmed.

They soon released their captive prize, switching over to laving it with their tongues and suckling gently as their hands explored Barkhorn's sides, and arms. Briefly, Barkhorn wondered just how many times they had done this to be so perfectly synchronized.

They moved lower still, kissing their way down the taut lines of her stomach, and Barkhorn trembled as they neared her hips, flanking her mound with identical, hungry expressions.

They brought their hands up, each tracing the gentle swell of her labia through her pants which were quickly turning dark with arousal. They rubbed gently down to the base, bringing their fingers together and they traced the faint outline of her slit all the way up to her hood, before they separated, tracing the same slow, sensuous pattern over again.

Barkhorn bit her lip, closing her eyes and letting the feeling swell through her as the sisters slowly teased her, slowly building the flames of desire she usually kept well banked. With identical grins, the blonde twins each bit a side of Barkhorn's pants, pulling them downward. Barkhorn moved almost automatically, raising her hips to let them free. Ursula pulled them down and off as Erica moved take in the sight of her friend and lover's sex.

A perfectly trimmed triangle of cornsilk smooth hair framed the tender pink lips of Barkhorn's sex, tiny beads of arousal, scattered through her hair, glittered in the flickering lamplight of the room,

"W-w-what," She stammered as Erica just stared. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because," she said softly, "You're beautiful," and she placed a kiss at the very top of Barkhorn's mound. The mixed smells of sweat, and juice, and Barkhorn's body mixed together, inflaming her own sex.

Ursula joined her, and together they spread Barkhorn's legs wide to better get at her exposed lips. "Wait," Barkhorn said, blushing, "At least put out the lights or something... it's embarrassing.

"But if we did that," Erica said grinning, "We'd never be able to see your adorable little cunny and it's cute little clitty."

"D-d-don't say that," Barkhorn said, covering her face, "I can't believe I'm doing this," she whispered.

Erica and Ursula, meanwhile, closed in on Barkhorn in unison, each capturing one of her lower lips in their mouths, opening her gently as she trembled in anticipation. Coral pink and dark burnished brunette formed a bullseye as the twin's tongues zeroed in on Barkhorn's sex, and she gasped as they teased the folds of her sex, sending ripples of pleasure through her core.

Whimpering softly, Barkhorn unconsciously spread her legs further as the twins continued to tease the petals of her sex, their tongues working practiced patterns along her swollen outer lips, the delicate ruffle of her inner lips, the blushing pink hood a the peak of her sex which guarded the knob of her clit, swollen and red with desire.

Ursula broke ranks first, and the gently pinched the folds of Barkhorn's hood together, capturing her clit in between the swollen petals. Gently she began to pinch and pull the soft flesh, stroking Barkhorn's clit with them as the older girl's hands tangled in the sheets on her bed, whining softly.

Erica, meanwhile slicked her fingers along Barkhorn's sex before gently beginning to work them in, while Barkhorn bit her lip to try and muffle herself as her moaning got louder. The rush of sensations from her twin lovers was so much more more than she'd ever felt the few times she'd indulged her desires herself that she was afraid of just how fast and completely she was being overwhelmed.

Erica and Ursula met each other's gaze, silently agreeing on their next plan of attack. Erica turned her hand over, taking advantage of Barkhorn's loosening channel and curling her fingers upwards. Each thrust she gently massaged the core of Barkhorn's sex as the brunette began to buck her hips.

Ursula, meanwhile, parted the lips of Barkhorn's sex with her thumb and ring finger, pinching her exposed clit between her index and middle finger, stroking it directly.

Barkhorn cried out again, biting at her fist to keep from shouting as the the twins continued their assault on her sex. She could feel her passion reaching it's crest and she couldn't tell whether she wanted to beg Erica to stop or scream her name as she felt sex flooding, the liquid pooling on the soaking blanked under her.

The timbre of her voice and the way she shook as the blondes continued to stroke with finger and tongue told them both that Barkhorn was reaching her limit. With practiced unison, they both struck, flicking their tongues across her exposed clit as Erica drove home her finders with one last thrust.

Barkhorn howled, the wail echoing in the room despite her best efforts to muffle herself, convulsing as she came. As she shuddered the last of her orgasm, the flow of juice from her sopping pussy drenched the face and hands of both sisters. Extracting her sex slicked hand from Barkhorn's twitching body, Erica held it up, letting droplets of cum drip off into Ursula's waiting mouth before lowering her hand to let her sister take her fingers into her mouth, sucking them gently clean.

Barkhorn lay panting, her arm across her eyes, as Erica and Ursula climbed into bed beside her. They nestled on either side of her like pixie-sweet bookends as cherries, sex, and rumpled linen perfumed the room.

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Wrote this one for /a/ on 4chan today and yesterday... I think it's turning out ok. There's still more for the story before it's officially complete, but this was a decent stopping point that wasn't too jarring when I bailed on the thread for the evening.

I'd love to hear some critiques, criticism, or feedback on this or any of my other works.