How have you been? Well, I hope. Thank you so much for the novel you sent me, it's been a wonderful keepsake here in the Desert... are you sure you're ok to part with it? I know you said that it was one of your favourites... I promise to keep it safe.
Are you doing well in the 502nd? I hope so. There have been... rumours about that unit. I hope you're not letting anyone get you into trouble.
It's been lonely since you left for your assignment to the 502nd. You only stopped with our unit for a few days, but I'll never forget you. The way you took to the air without even a weapon when the Neuroi threatened our camp was so brave, so wonderful. I was scared to talk to you at first... many of the other girls were as well. And yet, I saw such a tender soul under your brash words, it tugged at my heartstrings. I still don't know how I had the guts to make the first move that last night, but the way your tender lips felt on mine was like heaven..."
"Wait just a minute," Alexandra Pokryshkin said, snatching the letter out of Krupinski's hands. The girls faces around the table were a mixed bag of shock and embarrassment "It's bad enough you opened Pilot Officer Kanno's letter."
"Like I said," Waltrude grinned, "It just fell open all by itself..."
"Hmm... after you carried it through the steam in the Laundry room." Waltrude shrugged, and Alexandra continued, "Even after that, I'll thank you to keep your filthy jokes to yourself."
"I'm not joking," Waltrude insisted, tapping the page at the point she was interrupted. "See for yourself."
Alexandra huffed and scanned the letter, all the colour draining from her face except for a brilliant red blush. The other gathered around, scanning the letter with various expressions of shock and awe.
"This phrase here... my Brittanian is not so good..." Georgette said, shaking her head. "It means what, exactly?"
"That? I can do better than tell you..." Waltrude grinned, hugging the petite Gallian around the waist and making her squeek and squirm, "I'll show you. I need about twenty feet of hemp rope first, though."
"Hey you guys," Naoe called from the hallway as she entered the dining hall. "Why didn't you say it was Mail Call already... I'm expecting a..."
The room froze, as all eyes turned to the opened letter, the familiar blue stationary waving like a red flag to a bull in Naoe's eyes.
Or a Bulldog.
With the practiced air of a well honed unit, the three girls holding the letter moved as one, shouting "Nipa opened it!" in unison and scattering, dropping the letter in the startled Suomus pilot's lap.
"Wait, no... I didn't... I mean they... we were just... uh..." she mumbled to herself as the fierce looking Fuso witch stomped toward her, the blue energy of her shield crackling to life around her. "Here's you letter" she finished meekly, holding it out to Naoe, who took the letter and slapped it down onto the dining table, cracking it neatly in half.
"Right... WAIT FOR ME!" Nikka shouted, scrambling to her feet and following the other three out of the dining room. Hot on her heels was the livid Naoe, shouting "Come back here you thieving JERKS!"
The heavy stationary of the letter, rumpled form it's rough treatment, folded back as she ran exposing the swooping, heart-dotted signature "...and I'll never forget that night, It's given me something dearer to fight for than I've had in a long time.
I hope... no, I know I'll see you again, one day. Keep me in your heart.
Your loving Miles."
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Anonymous2010-10-07 1:37
She stirred fitfully, something cold and metal biting into her back. Perrine opened her eyes slowly, her head still swimming as she took in the room. Flickering shadows and dirty yellow light fought for ground around a torn paper lantern hanging in a dim corner of the room. Perrine squinted and could only just make out familiar looking white uniform top.
"Mi... Miyafuji?"
"No," came a distant sounding voice in Fusoan. The girl in the corner swayed forward, her long, blue-black hair dancing gently side to side. "It's me, Micchan."
"Micch... Michiko?" Perrine said blinking and squinting and wondering where her glasses were. She recognized the girl, she met her after the formation flying demonstration yesterday in Fuso.
"No, no," the girl correctly firmly. "You have to call me Micchan, just like Miyafuji does."
"Wh..." Perrine started, trying to sit up, only just realizing she was unable. She felt something cut painfully into her wrists as she yanked them in a panicky attempt to wrench herself free. Looking up to her wrists she could see heavy gauge wire wrapped around her wrists, holding them to the metal bedframe. Casting her eyes wildly around the room, the caught sight of a large mirror and was shocked to see herself laying, bound and spreadeagle, in what looked like a too-small Fuso naval uniform against the exposed springs of a worn mattress. A brown mop of hair in a familiar, upturned style was fixed on her head in place of her normal blonde tresses.
"What's do you think you're doing!" she demanded. "Release me at once!"
"Hmmm... no, you're just too tall... and too pale," Michiko said, mostly to herself as though she hadn't heard anything Perrine had just said. "I do like the way the wig turned out.. I had it made specially you know."
Michiko was at the side of the bed now, clambering in beside Perrine and making the Gallian's skin crawl and she tried to pull away. The Fuso girl wrapped her arms around Perrine, pressing her nose to the girl's skin and breathing in deeply.
"Ahn.... You still have her scent," Michiko whispered dreamily. "You've been so close to Miyafuji. It's not fair! I don't like it." she said petulantly.
"Wh... wh... what do you plan on doing with me!" Perrine stammered.
"You're going to take her place for me... just for a little while..." Michiko said, meeting Perrine's gaze with her own. "I'm going to use you, and use you, till you're all~ used~ up~"
"And... and then?" Perrine whispered.
Michiko's eyes glittered cruelly in the darkness, just for a moment. "Well, who knows...."
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Anonymous2010-10-07 1:38
She squinted in the dark, but it didn't make any difference. Rabbit familiar or not, with no stars or moon marring the matte velvet sky stepping from her stifling hot tent left her the next best thing to blind. She waited few moments trying to let her eyes adjust to the desert night, fanning herself absentmindedly with a bit of newspaper.
"Aww... It's so hot," she griped in Fusoan, "I thought the desert got cooler at night."
"It usually does," came the slightly stiff reply from her right, "But there are storms."
Smiling, Furuko turned greet turned to the china-skinned girl she'd made friends with. "Charlotte!" she said, then replied in equally stiff but improving Karlslandish. "I saw the clouds earlier... I thought it would make things cooler."
Charlotte came closer, her cotton night shirt flapping in the breeze. "The clouds keep it hotter at night," she replied, still in Fusoan language. The pair had started teaching each other their respective languages, defaulting to Brittanian only when it was necessary to get across a difficult to explain point. "They hold the heat, add.. water to air?"
"Humidity," Furuko said in her native tongue, explaining, "It is how much moisture is in the air."
"Humidity," Charlotte said, rolling the word around in her mouth and her mind in three languages to get used to it. One of the advantages of the Witch's youth, Furuko thought to herself, was the comparative ease of picking up the varied languages of a mixed unit like this. She pulled back the flaps of her tent, tying them up out of the way to let the flickering kerosene-yellow light spill out and pool around the girl's feet.
Charlotte grinned broadly as Furuko motioned her forward, and she sat down on a rock by the tent's door in front of the Fuso land-witch who pulled the ribbons in her hair free and began to comb it with even, practiced strokes.
Furuko signed, and wondered how things would be different without this war. Likely, she'd have been apprenticed out, learned her trade, had her first kiss, her first love, her first heartbreak... and generally lived out life in peace. All without ever leaving Fuso, without laying her life on line, without ever meeting anyone from the Africa Corps...
That last thought caused a twinge of loneliness, which she tried to push down as best she could. Charlotte, though, seemed to notice.
"Are you ok?"
"Yes, I was just thinking," She replied. "I wonder... we have to lose so much fighting the Neuroi. I know, we would lose more without fighting, but I wonder... are there things we lose now, that we can't ever regain?" Furuko wondered if she was babbling as her hands worked through Charlottes platinum hair, tying it back up neatly.
Charlotte shook her head, now, turning to look back over her shoulder at Furuko. "I don't think so. I think..." she said, hesitantly, picking her words carefully from the thornbush of the unfamiliar language, "I think what we give up we are investing. We invest in hope and peace, we invest in friendship," she said with a smile, reaching up to squeeze the Fuso witch's hand as it rested on her shoulder, "And we invest in love.'
"Love..." Furuko sighed wistfully, standing up and helping the smaller girl to her feet. "Sometimes it feels impossible to see love through the haze of this war."
"I think love is easier to see than you think," Charlotte said, "And sometimes harder. You know Lt. Colonel Porche, yes?" Furuko nodded, and Charlotte continued, "You've seen she's close to Major Schmidt..."
Furuko nodded again, then quickly did a double take. "Wait, you mean, they..."
Charlotte giggled, "Yes. It caused something of a stir. But the two of them worked and lived and fought together for years, side by side, without ever really seeing it. So, you see, even in war, love is not that far away." Furuko simply nodded, and Charlotte continued. "Maybe... maybe you've even found it yourself, even if you don't realize."
"Eh?" was all Furuko could think to say as she looked down at Charlotte. Her eyes shone brightly in the dark, and her cheeks were flush with a perfect cherry blossom pink flush against her porcelain skin as she bounded on tiptoe and kissed Furuko squarely on the lips.
Fruruko just stood, blinking, as the little Karlsland girl brought her hands up to her own shocked face, as though she couldn't believe what she'd just done. "Um..." she mumbled around her fingertips. "G... goodnight!" she squeaked as she turned and ran, scrambling through the dim night back to her tent leaving Furuko with a confused look on her face, holding her own hand to her lips as the feeling of her first kiss burned its way into her memory in the moonless desert night.
Anyone have the Galland x Cenni one?
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Anonymous2010-10-13 0:05
Copypasta
Why ep6 is Awesome:
It opens with Eila flying around doing her special dodge and kill everything trick, all the while smiling and singing as if she hasn't a care in the world - because, thanks to her magical foresight ability, she's essentially invincible against these easy targets. Exposition follows the battle to explain her badassery, in which she brags about her foresight and reveals her derision towards shields. Unfortunately, during the briefing, she's told flat out in front of the entire team that she isn't good enough to protect Sanya specifically because she relies too much on her foresight for defense. The decision is made that Yoshika is better suited for the role, which she clearly is based on previous battle experiences, and while Eila hates it she accepts the order and instead opts to deal with Yoshika in her typical jerkish prankster fashion and seeks out Perrine for help plotting against her - even going so far as saying "your enemy's enemy is you friend, right?" to her in the sauna.
Perrine, however, is substantially more mature now, and it really shows in this episode. Instead of helping Eila harass Yoshika in some trivial vengeance fueled scheme, she decides to try to get Eila to develop a stronger shield so that she can convince Mio to let her take Yoshika's place in the mission. Perrine really just wants them all to be happy, even if she'd never say it outright, so she arranges a dangerous training session in which she asks her best friend from the squad to fire live rounds at her to cajole Eila into raising a protective shield (poor Lynne, probably being the only one Perrine could feel she can trust here, being asked to put her at such a risk after all the time they spent together in Gallia...). Yet Eila doesn't take the training seriously. She knows that she can dodge any shot Lynne takes and Perrine is in no real risk at all since she'll just use her own shield - which is exactly what happens - so she treats it like a game and refuses to use a shield. It's not until after the fight with Sanya that she even considers replacing Yoshika on the mission, at this point she felt they were just wasting each others time.
In all likelihood, the mission would have gone as planned is it weren't for Sanya. Everyone, including her and Eila, knew that Yoshika was the strongest shield on the team, but she insisted that Eila should be the one to protect her. The fact is Eila could use a shield all along but knew Yoshika could do it better, so trying to take her spot was a frivolous gesture and would only cost Eila her pride. It would have been humiliating to use a shield in practice since she already said it was below her, so she was resigned to let Yoshika carry out her role. She hated it, but at least Sanya was safe. That's all that mattered to her. But that wasn't enough for Sanya - to her it looked like Eila had given up on protecting her, since it seemed like Eila was only worried about upholding her untouchable reputation. She didn't care that Yoshika was more capable as a shield because in her eyes the role was more than the shield. The insults they threw at each other hit the nail on the head: Eila was an idiot for not seeing the role as more than a shield, and Sanya was too stubborn to let it simply be that.
It took an impossible pillow to the face for Eila to understand the depth Sanya was thinking at. She saw it coming before she opened her eyes - she just didn't believe it. It completely stunned her. Were it thrown by anyone else she could have dodged it, but she was petrified by how deeply she had to have hurt Sanya for her to do that. By then it was too late to reconcile. She had lost Sanya. She was crushed. During the final briefing and preparing in the hangar they didn't approach each other, and Sanya didn't so much as look at Eila, so why should she think there was any hope left? That is until 20,000 meters into the sky when Sanya glanced down at her, and she saw the look in her eyes. In that moment she was given the choice - let her go completely and forever, or risk it all - and she went for it. She didn't care about her reputation anymore, nor the orders, nor her own safety since her magic would run out before she could make it back. Right there she completely surrendered herself to Sanya, and in turn Sanya accepted her.
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Anonymous2010-10-13 13:04
Adolfine x Guiseppina
I don't know whether that crack pair is still current, but I had a long drive today so I had time to think up a little story....hope you get past my writing style.
Adolfine first noticed her on the second day. Vice Air Marshall Adolfine Galland was undergoing a week long inspection of the 507th Joint Fighter Wing's base in Kauhava, Suomus, and everywhere she went, she could feel the empty gaze of a pair of grey-green eyes. Guiseppina Cenni had been following her for two days, staring at her. Wherever she went, the Warrant officer's steady gaze followed her. She couldn't take much more of it, so she finally confronted the Romagnan Witch.
"Warrant Officer, why are you following me? you've been in my shadow everywhere i go for the past 48 hours! explain yourself!"
Despite her commanding tone, a little more than she normally put on, Guiseppina was unfazed.
"Following you...I've been following you...because...I don't know. I like you....I think."
The Vice Air Marshal was taken aback. In fact, she literally took two steps backward before regaining composure. She was used to having a bit of a fan base, but the Warrant Officer was the first girl to have ever been so direct.
"Well...okay. But stay out of my way."
.....
It was past midnight when Adolfine first noticed that she was sharing her bed with someone. She rolled over to find a warm lump on the right side of her bed. Instinctively, she reached for the Luger on her night stand, but her hand found an empty holster.
"Its dangerous to leave a loaded weapon there. You might hurt yourself in your sleep"
Adolfine barely stifled a cry of pure shock, and instead settled for a hoarse whisper.
"W-what are you doing in my bed?"
You seemed cold.....you didn't mind yesterday, so...."
"Yesterday?"
Adolfine had spent most of her first day flying to Kauhava. While the rest of her retinue used a Ju-52 for the sake of convenience, she preferred to use her Bf-109G strikers. In her new command position, her chances to get in the air were few and far between, so she took every chance she got to get a few hours of flight in. However, the flight from Karlsland to Suomus was hundreds of kilometers, and she was quite tired by the time she arrived at Kauhava. She stumbled into the bed they had thoughtfully provided her and went strait to sleep. She slept until morning without noticing anything unusual.
"Well, you did look cold. You were shivering." Guiseppina was relentless. "I can warm you up if you like."
......
As Adolfine limped into the mess the next morning, she found herself on the receiving end of a very knowing and oddly sympathetic look from Flight Lieutenant Tomoko Anabuki. She wasn't sure exactly what Guiseppina had done to her, but whatever it was, it had felt very good--up until she the point when she partially tore her hip flexor. She wasn't too worried, she had a witch with healing abilities on her general staff, but it was embarrassing. As she sat down at the long table with the 507th, she felt a familiar weight leaning up against her. Warrant Officer Cenni was nestled against her with the air of a cat sitting in a patch of sunlight. She was a little put out, but found she couldn't feel annoyed by it. Adolfine had settled in to her meal when she heard Lt. Anabuki say something:
"Guiseppina, if its not too much trouble, I'm leaving it to you to show the Vice Air Marshall around the base today, you're up to it, right?...er...that's okay with you too, right ma'am?"
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Anonymous2010-10-13 13:07
Helma X Ursula crack pairing. I'm callign Hartmann's rank at lieutenant at the time of the story.
Helma Lennartz streaked across the blue sky over Karlsand. She was putting the new Jet Strike prototype through its paces. This was the first working prototype and it was still very new. Helma only had about ten hours of flight with it before today. But it seemed like everything had finally come together. she let out the throttle a little bit and soared over the research facility where it was being developed. This new unit was the best she had ever used. It flew faster, climbed higher and dove steeper than anything she had ever used. It was truly a joy to fly.
Suddenly, she began to feel strange vibrations in her left unit. Then the power in both units stopped altogether, before an explosion tore apart the strikers, deafening both sets of ears the poor girl had.
The next thing Helma knew, everything was very quiet, very soft, and very warm. She was not in the air. 'Am I dead?' She opened her eyes, and found herself lying in a hospital bed. She was covered in bandages, but as best she could tell, she was still in one piece. Helma wondered why she was not in pain, before noticing the IV drip in her arm. It was a while longer before she noticed the girl sitting next to her bed.
The girl was trying to read a book, but Helma could tell that she hadn't read a word. 'Is...that...' In her morphine softened little world, Helma was having a hard time putting a name to the familiar face before her '...lead designer Hartmann?'
Helma didn't see very much of lead designer Ursula Hartmann. As the only two females at the research center, let alone the only two witches, they were made to share a room, really an officer's studio apartment. However, Helma was busy training during the day, and Ursula worked long hours into the night. Helma reckoned that she knew Ursula's mischievous older sister, Erica, much better after a few quick sorties the fall before. However, with the project nearing completion, Helma was recalled to the research facility.
When she returned, there were yet more delays, and she was forced to wait alone on a crowded base, s everyone else but all their energies into completing the prototype. Helma had taken to borrowing some of the books on Ursula's side of the room, and even though she could barely read most of them, they were a welcome break from the crushing isolation of life at the research facility.
As her head cleared, she noticed the title of the book Ursula was holding. It was the Grimm Sisters' Fairy Tales, one of the only works of fiction in Ursula's substantial library. Helma had read it cover to cover seven times. It had become her favorite book.
Helma's eyes wandered up from the book, she noticed Ursula staring at her from behind her thick glasses. Ursula had worry written all over her face
"Lieutenant Hartmann?"
Like her sister, Ursula was a good deal taller than Helma was. however, she spoke and carried herself in a way that made her seem smaller than Helma.
"You're okay then?" the older girl softly said "The doctors said you should heal provided you woke up."
"Lieutenant, what happened?"
"The jet strikers malfunctioned and exploded. I have been told that there was not enough of them left to make an accurate diagnostic report. You began an uncontrolled dive during which you passed out due to the pressure change. You were rescued by a witch acting as an emergency spotter."
In her groggy state, Helma didn't really catch any of Usrula's quiet explanation.
"Here is the Grimm Sister's Fairy tales. I noticed that you read it often. I must be going as I must oversee the construction of a second prototype."
With that, Ursula laid the book on Helma's stomach and quietly left the room. Helma had been conscious for almost a full five minutes, and it was starting to tire her out. She put her hand on the book and went back to sleep.
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It was nearly a month before Helma was cleared for release. She wasn't even healing properly herself, but she began to recover after command found a witch with healing abilities to help get her back into fighting shape. Apparently, as the only witch with any experience flying the jet strikers, they needed her to take to the air again. She was driven back to the base. it was nearly night when Helma returned to the research facility, so after a quick meal she crawled into bed and fell asleep.
"Sergeant, this is my bed."
Helma awoke with a start sometime past two in the morning. Lieutenant Hartmann was standing over her.
"My apologies, ma'am, I--"
"No, its okay, you can stay...."
Ursula crawled into bed next to Helma.
"You know, in the end we were never able to collect any data from the crash. We built another prototype, but it is much like the old one. there's no telling what will happen next time it is flown"
It's Okay, Ma'am. It is my duty to fly. It is my duty to Karland!"
"But, but....you might die"
At that moment, Ursula's voice was the sound of pure misery.
"Its okay. The new prototype will work, I know it. I'm sure the last flight was just a fluke."
"But our observations and your testimony showed that you did nothing unusual at the time of the explosion. we are still unable to determine what caused it. and if....and if.....if there's another accident, you might not come back. I was so busy with the prototype that we never really had tie to mingle, but the fact that you stayed here waiting meant so much...to me."
Ursula trailed off into a stream of silent tears. it had taken every ounce of courage in her being to say what she had meant to say
"Lieutenat...in the hospital...you said I had been saved by a spotter witch."
Helma wrapped her arms around Ursula and held her in a tight embrace. Usrula jumped a little at first, quivered, but slowly began to relax in Helma's arms.
"Lieutenant, a spotter witch? There were no other witches on this base but you and me...It was you, wasn't it?"
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Anonymous2010-10-13 13:07
Revision two of the Helma et Ursula Crack Fiction. Now nearly twice as long, with some semblance of proper grammar. I hope it isn't to stiff and forced.
PART 1 (the new stuff)
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The girl arrived a few weeks after Ursula had been promoted to Lieutenant. Though she was only 12 years old, Master Sergeant Helma Lennartz was an amazing witch. Her raw power was matched by her amazing control over her magic, and iron discipline, which made her act years older than she was.
‘So this will be my test pilot….’
Ursula was helping to design the newest type of striker, the Jet Striker Unit. Along with her recent promotion, Ursula had been promoted to lead designer. She spent most of her time working on the project, sleeping when she couldn’t think anymore, not really caring whether it was night or day. The Jet Strikers had become her life.
But now, there was this girl. Ursula had agreed to share her room with Helma. Space on the base was tight, and as the only other girl on the base, it was logical that they would overlook the rank differences and have Ursula share her room with the newcomer. Ursula never said anything, but she appreciated having the company. Helma was never disruptive, and generally only stayed in the room to sleep. Sometimes, Ursula would walk in when Helma was dreaming, and as she fell asleep she would listen to the worried mumbles of her little roommate.
The rest of the time she was training, using the spare time to practice maneuvers on the FW 190 Strikers she had brought along. Ursula was taken aback when one day, the little girl asked to borrow her old He 112 unit. She had had the strikers in her possession for years, buying them as surplus for a pittance even after she was issued newer Bf.109G units at her twin sister Erica’s insistence.
Helma had seemed interested in the He 112 units. She told Ursula that she wanted to get used to flying lots of different strikers so she could adapt quickly when the jet strikers were finally ready. She flew them for a few days, before moving on to the Bf.109Gs, and eventually back to the FW 190s. In one of the few actual conversations the girls had, Helma expressed admiration for the handling characteristics of the He 112s. Ursula was impressed. The subtleties of the He 112 were generally lost on most people.
That fall, Helma was sent to another base. Ursula knew she should have expected it. Helma had only been posted to the research facility because it seemed like the Jet Strikers would be done in the immediate future, but delay after delay had meant that she had spent months there, just killing time. Ursula knew better than to worry. Helma was going to be flying with her sister, Erica, and the other Karlsland witches formerly of the 501st. There was nothing to worry about, but….
…For the first time she could remember, she felt lonely. She had always had someone there, but now she was alone. She wanted Helma to come back. Without noticing, she began to mark down the number of days Helma was gone on the chalkboard in their shared room. She decided to redouble her efforts building the new jet strikers.
Her work paid off, and a few weeks later they had a prototype that was ready to be tested. Helma returned to the research facility. That same day, they were ready to test the new prototype. Things seemed to go well enough during the pre-test procedures, but when Helma took the strikers to the runway, she couldn’t get going fast enough to get airborne, and careened off the end of the runway, hitting a brick wall a few hundred meters away from the end. Thanks to some quick thinking and quicker shield deployment, both Helma and the striker escaped major damage. Helma was quite shaken up, however, and returned to their room shortly after crawling out of the wreckage.
That night, Ursula was not able to go to bed until about 4 in the morning. She crept into the room so as not to wake up Helma, when—
“Lieutenant? Is that you?”
Ursula froze.
“Listen, I’m sorry I crashed your prototype….I thought if I kept gunning the engines, I could get it to go fast enough….”
“Its okay, Sergeant. Listen, its going to take some time to get the prototype repaired and figure out what went wrong, so if you want to transfer back to an active wing….”
“No, it’s okay. You’ll have it ready to go pretty soon. I can tell.”
Ursula sat down on her bed and began to put on her pajamas.
“Oh, and Lieutenant, what are those tally marks on the chalkboard for?”
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The day had finally come. It had taken a long time for them to figure out what was wrong with the old prototype, but they finally had something Ursula was confident in. There were still some adjustments to be made, but at least it should capable of lifting the little test pilot off the ground. The little test pilot….Ursula could never tell anyone, but she really cherished her test pilot. She admired the girl’s patience during the interminable preflight exams that invariably ended without even turning on the engines. She was relieved at the pilot’s uncomplaining acceptance of all that was wrong. She even found herself intrigued by the pilot herself, spending late nights gazing on Helma as she slept, before finally nodding off on her own.
She was worried for her test pilot. They still hadn’t worked out all the stability issues in the latest version of the Jet Strikers, and….no, it would be fine. Everything would be fine. Helma had already gotten nearly ten hours of flight in the Jet Strikers, and the new changes shouldn’t cause anything major. Today’s test could be reasonably expected to be uneventful…
…and yet, Ursula couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to go very wrong. She slipped into her old, trusty He 112s and prepared to observe the test as a chase witch.
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.
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Anonymous2010-10-13 13:35
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 the 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.
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"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 cock, Francesca's 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 auburn beauty, 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 clit 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 grit 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 spasmed straight up, the first jet 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 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.
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"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..." she sniffed.
"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. "And I didn't mean I wasn't going to share you," Francesca said with a playful smile, "I just want to know first, even if you don't..."
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..."
Holy fuck, that was longer than I remembered it being.
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Anonymous2010-10-13 13:39
It's pity sex time.
Knock. Knock. Krupinski’s knuckles rapped against the wooden door to Nikka Katajainen’s room.
“A-ah, w-who is it?” Came a startled and none too composed response from within. The Karslander girl grinned and pushed the door open and entered without a further word. It would be a routine “stop” on her night patrol. “You know, you’d think that they’d realize this isn’t really much of a punishment for me…” Krupinski started, before taking a second glance at the startled Suomus witch and realizing she was interrupting something.
“Oh ho, what have we here?”
Nikka hadn’t had time to react to Krupinski barging into her room. All she could think to do was stare dumbfounded at the Lieutenant. What she did to deserve the Countess of the 502nd calling on her at this hour while she was in this state, she was at a loss of words to explain. Krupinski for her part, took in the situation with a cursory glance about the Suomish girl’s quarters. One hand clutched the sheets close to her exposed chest, the other scrambled about for some photographs lying on her nightstand. The shocked expression Nikka wore was tinged with grief, it was plain to see that she had been crying.
“What are you doing here, Waltud!?” Nikka started, recoiling in surprise as Krupinski made her way to the bed and crawled over so that their faces were only inches away from each other. “You know, I didn’t think seiza was that bad, you big softie.” Waltrud prodded, knowing full well that Aleks’ punishment from that morning was unrelated to her comrade’s sadness. Nikka tried to evade the intensely mischevious eyes gazing at her, looking away at the floor.
“She looks happy, doesn’t she? This Eila of yours?” At the mention of Eila, Nikka was suddenly drawn back in. Krupinski already knew what the photos contained, having sifted through them early one morning while bored. “Looks like you really had something for her, judging by how upset you are now.”
“A few weeks ago when the 501st shot down that tower Neuroi over Romagna, Illu was involved. She and…this Orussian girl…engaged the core at the edge of the atmosphere and destroyed it together.” Nikka started, unsure as to why she was suddenly revealing this to the biggest troublemaker in their squadron.
“Oh?”
“Can you imagine it, Pilot Officer? Being so high that you’re above the sky? With…with someone you..love?” Her voice was breaking again. She wanted to believe it was just another cruel prank on her played by fate yet again, but reason was against her. The time Eila and Sanya had stopped in Suomus on their way to Orussia, Nikka had seen Sanya one night singing to the distance, her magical antennas projecting the song over radio waves. Back then, Eila had called her an angel. It was plain to see why – despite being timid, there was nothing but purity in the petite Orussian girl’s personality…fitting that now with this silver haired angel, Suomus’ Goddess of the Sky had soared together much higher she would have ever been able to reach with Nikka.
“Oh Nipa, I’d never taken you for a romantic!” Waltrud joked, “Unfortunate for you, huh? Stuck down here on this Earth.” The Karlslander’s tone of voice had changed, from playful to serious. “You sound like you’ve already lost her, Nipa. But for our current situation, I’d say go chase her down.”
“The Fake Countess is giving me advice now about lost things?” Nikka said sharply. Anger boiled up inside her at Krupinski, who seemed to be toying with her while she was so troubled. They both knew that here on the western Orussian front, with a Neuroi hive within spitting distance, the 502nd wasn’t going to be chasing anything other than Neuroi anytime soon.
“Well, I’m a bit of an expert in lost things, you see. My home, my friends, my family…clumsy me, I seemed to have lost them all. So Nipa, you’re not the only one around here who has the bad luck to lose things.” Nikka had never heard Krupinski talk like this before. “Life is cruel, eh? But we’re comrades you know. No matter what, I’m going to do what it takes to make sure you and our friends here don’t suffer what I did when I lost everything.”
Nikka could take no more of the Countess’ toying around. Tears bursting from her eyes, she threw her arms around Krupinski and sobbed into her shoulder. After all her misfortune, all she wanted was a measure of comfort, even if it was from an incessant womanizer. She felt Krupinski pushing her back down onto the bed, gazing intently at her wet face with those steely Karlslander eyes, full of purpose.
“Just for today Nipa, let me help you forget about your sorrows…”
“Ah…yeah…j-just for today.” Was all that Nikka could manage, overwhelmed as she was.
“Good girl.” Waltrud smiled, kicking off her boots and leaning down to plant a kiss on the blushing Nikka. Having been a while since she had had any new girls, Krupinski suddenly recalled that she had never lavished her attentions on Sergeant Katajainen before. Judging by how awkwardly she received the kiss, it seemed as if no one else had, either.
It may have been par for the course as far as Krupinski was concerned, but the Karslander’s sudden descent on her had left Nikka seeing stars. A whole host of sensations – the softness of Waltrud’s lips, the heat of her body pressing down over Nikka’s, the sudden rush of cold air as Waltrud pulled the covers from the bed to expose the rest of her… It seemed like an eternity before Nikka was able to breathe again, and as Krupinski reclined to admire her handiwork, she was left dazed.
Despite this, it wasn’t Nikka’s first time to the party. She recalled her introduction to the Suomus 24th Squadron, when Lieutenant Ahonen had promptly stolen her first kiss, leaving her sputtering in shock and disbelief. Then there was the time when Eila had become a little too friendly in the sauna while “inspecting” her.
“Oh my, looks like I had better control myself, or I could end up spoiling you.” Krupinski chuckled as she began to undo the buttons on her uniform jacket and dress shirt. All the while, she never broke eye contact with Nikka, eyeing her hungrily, planning her next move. The leggings were the last to go, the Karlslander witch stripping them off slowly, seductively, and casting them aside along with her other clothing. The Countess’ charm was in full effect, and never was it more effective. Her gaze alone transfixing Nikka. Despite her boyish appearance, Waltrud noticed that beneath the thick blue Suomus Air Force sweater Nikka usually wore was a shapely body – skin pale as a winter’s day framing a pair of breasts that were sized just right for the Suomus girl’s wiry frame, and a small tuft of platinum blonde hair accompanying her nether regions. Possibly because of the presence of Georgette and Sadako in their squadron (along with the occasional indulgences by the Countess’ fellow Karslanders), Waltrud noticed that she had never before paid much attention to Nikka.
“I must say Nipa, you do look wonderful tonight…and it’s been so long since I’ve had a Suomi girl.” She capped the statement with an amused chuckle, which induced an intense blush from her prey.
“Ah…please Pilot Officer, don’t say such embarrassing things. I’m not used to things like this-s-s-s!” Nikka started, but was again interrupted by the Countess, this time she had returned to kiss the Suomish girl’s neck as her hands traced their way down her sides before grabbing her hips. Nikka gasped as Krupinski’s kisses suddenly turned to playful bites.
“You don’t have to be so formal tonight, Nipa. Just relax. You are in the presence of nobility, after all~”
“Okay…Waltrud…” The words came out awkwardly, as Nikka was unaccustomed to referring to her superior by name alone. “But-ah…don’t be so rough, please!” Any further protest she had was silenced by another kiss and a cheeky grope of her breast. A new flood of sensation filled Nikka, as she squeezed her legs together in an attempt to stifle the heat now rising there, all the while completely lost to the heavenly feeling of the Countess’ lips. The older girl was suspended above her on all fours, and Nikka found that she was something to behold – like so many other famous aces of Karlsland, Waltrud Krupinski was also undeniably beautiful. With a slender and elegant body with sharp eyes and a head of neat golden hair, she appeared to Nikka almost as picturesque as a marble bust. But that was about as far as Nikka’s mind could spin, as she was distracted again by Krupinski fondling her breasts. By now Nikka was squirming about against her will and to her surprise, she was moaning and panting audibly.
“I’m starting to wish we had a sauna, you know? Then you and I could spend much more quality time together.” Said the Countess with a wide smirk. “I could really get used to this. Now Nipa, are you ready? I’m going to make you feel even better.”
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Before she could realize the meaning of what Waltrud had said, Nikka now felt the Countess kissing a slow trail down her stomach towards her nether regions, which were now tingling from the attentions she had been receiving from Krupinski. Pausing just above the patch of hair on her crotch, Waltrud began to spread Nikka’s leg’s apart with surprisingly strong hands, her eyes still firmly fixed on her prize. Nikka let out a shrill gasp as the Countess traced her fingers back down the insides of her thighs and over her now slick crotch. Waltrud ran one finger along Nikka’s lips, a thread of clear fluid forming between them and her finger as she drew away. Waltrud rose and drew up alongside Nikka again, pulling her close as she slowly rubbed her fingers back and forth on Nikka’s mound. Satisfied that Nikka was ready, the Countess slipped one finger in between Nikka’s inner lips while stroking the top of her hood with a thumb. Finding it surprisingly tight, the Countess quickly laid another kiss on Nikka’s lips and felt her squeezing down on her fingers, slowly working two fingers in to the rhythm of the Suomi girl’s contractions.
“Does it hurt, Nipa?”
Waltrud received no response, as Nikka now was completely lost in the feeling of what was being done to her, screwing her eyes shut as her hips bucked with every thrust the Countess made. The creeping warmth that had been spreading from her loins was slowly intensifying, and when Waltrud suddenly pushed against her now exposed clitoris, she felt it surge suddenly and uncontrollably. With her free arm Waltrud held Nikka in place as she came, continuing to rub against her clit so that she would not descend from her climax. Unable or unwilling to maintain her modesty any longer, Nikka cried out her partner’s name as her body rebelled against her, twitching about against her will. Waltrud kept this up for what seemed to Nikka like forever, and when she finally released her hand from the Suomus witch’s crotch, Nikka gave a lustful sigh and sunk back down, gasping for breath. Waltrud leaned over her once more, a disarming smile on her face as she kissed Nikka once more before drawing the covers around the two of them and holding her to her chest.
“Sweet dreams, Nipa. I’ll be here if you need me.”
There was a long pause before Nikka responded through the haze of her afterglow.
“I don’t know…what will happen between me and Illu…but…thank you for tonight…Waltrud.”
Nikka Edvardine Katajainen drifted off to sleep, thinking that no matter how bad a hand she had been dealt by fate, she would always be fortunate enough to have such dear friends.
The End.
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Anonymous2010-10-13 13:48
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.
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"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 Krupinski!" 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
"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.
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"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."
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"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.
and so ends a classic.
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Anonymous2010-10-13 13:53
Time to have some fun with Perrine
I Spy
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 foul-minded 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 receive. 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."
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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. She felt her cunt throb 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 girls' war, "Make a wish."
With that, she pulled herself free from Perrine's ass in a single vicious yank, sending a wild, second paroxysm of climax surging through Perrine's body. Her feet hit the floor as Charlotte dropped her, but held for only a fraction of a second before buckling. 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...
I almost feel bad for Perrine, almost.
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Anonymous2010-10-13 13:55
And now for something a bit different.
Night Patrols
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, her eyes barely visible of the edge of the blanket, "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?"
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Anonymous2010-10-13 13:56
and now back to the porn.
Francesca hummed a silly tune as she worked, rinsing and wringing out the laundry down in the bowels of Mont St. Michel. 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; Gallia 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 Ribbons;
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!"
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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 Perrine's 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, tilting it sharply up to pre-empt an 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 on her back. 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."
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"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 apart, 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... "
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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 Perrine, 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, even with Shirley looking out for her. 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 the growing angry look on the Gallian's 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.
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.
Haha, Oh Perrine..
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Anonymous2010-10-13 20:40
You know, I don't think I've ever seen any ero lit involving Sanya x Eila, I wonder why that is.
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Anonymous2010-10-14 3:37
New Material?!
She blew out the candle on her desk and clumsily walked back to her room. She always underestimated how tiring paperwork could be, especially when you do three days worth in one sitting. When she got back to her room she was too lazy to put on her nightgown. She stripped out of her uniform as she stumbled to her oversized bed, letting the discarded clothing form a line from the door to her bed. She plopped down on the bed face first, not caring about her un-Minna like position, the commander figured no one would come bother her on a Saturday. She could only bring the sheets halfway up her legs before passing out.
Little did Minna realize that she would be next in a string of early morning “surprises” that had been going on throughout the base.
If it wasn't 2:30am I'd do some more but I'll save it for tomorrow.
and I'll make sure to post the rest here when it's done. Even if no one is reading this.
Eila stepped into her room, mulling over recent developments. It had been a couple of days since her unit, the 501st Joint Fighter Wing, destroyed the Neuroi threat looming over Gallia. She heard from her commander that the unit was to be officially disbanded, with her squad mates all departing in different directions. As for herself, she was getting ready for her trip back to Suomus, her native country. Frankly, although she felt a tinge of sadness over the idea of leaving her fellow pilots she was perhaps not as distraught as she should have been.
The reason for this had to do with her friend from Orussia, Sanya Litvyak. A quiet, shy girl whose nocturnal nature had formerly made her ideal for night patrols, Sanya was a dear friend to Eila. The two of them had formed an intricate bond since meeting with Eila often volunteering to provide backup on Sanya's night missions just for an opportunity to spend time with her. It often led to her feeling fatigued, but being together with Sanya was more payoff than she could ask for.
Speaking of which, now that the subject of her Orussian friend once again occupied her mind, Eila began to wonder where Sanya was. The two of them were supposed to coordinate their packing so that they would be ready to leave without much delay. Since a Neuroi threat still lingered in much of Orussia, Eila managed to convince Sanya to accompany her back to Suomus and stay at least for a while. The existence of these plans made Eila giddy. Now she would be able to be with Sanya all day, every day.
The white-haired girl absentmindedly walked further into her room. It was dim, due to the shades being drawn.
Wait. They were shut? Eila furrowed her brow and observed the window. She could have sworn that she had left the shades open since this morning. In fact, she distinctly remembered opening them before setting out to look for Sanya. Oddly enough, she wasn't in her room or anywhere else on base for that matter. Usually it was not uncommon to find her silver-haired friend fast asleep in an unorthodox location, head resting on her pillow.
Then, Eila heard something. It was soft, yet still audible. Making her way across the room, Eila discovered something else: her bed was unmade. This she found even more peculiar since she recalled exerting considerable effort to remake her bed after a night of tossing and turning. Suddenly, the sheets began to move and the Suomish Witch stepped back in surprise. Simultaneously, all the questions that had puzzled Eila were being answered. The cause of the noise, the odd status of her room as well and the whereabouts of her friend.
“Geez... so this is where you've been hiding.” Eila gently pulled back the covers and found Sanya lying fast asleep, cuddling a pillow. “And you haven't bothered taking any of your clothes off! Good grief, just how tired were you?”
As Eila asked bemusedly, her words caused Sanya to stir from her slumber. “Ah... sorry, Sanya! I didn't mean to wake you...”
Sanya lazily half opened her eyes and turned her gaze toward her guest. “Mmm... Eila...” she called out, reaching with both arms to grasp Eila in a manner reminiscent of her pillow-cuddling.
“Wha?! W-w-wait, Sanya what are you doing?” Before she had a chance to react, she had been dragged into her own bed, tightly within Sanya's hold. Now Eila was beside her friend, mere inches from her face.
Eila could feel her face become hot as the soft wisps of air coming from Sanya's mouth brushed her cheeks. Staring at her, she could plainly see that Sanya was still asleep and had for some reason instinctively grabbed Eila. “Y-you're really silly, you know that? Grabbing me like that...” muttered Eila. She could feel her own lips shaking as she continued looking at Sanya. Her soft, pink lips felt as if they were beckoning Eila, tempting her to go forth with something she had wanted to do for a long time now. “I...I can't! She's still asleep, it wouldn't be right...” she thought.
However, if Eila was using reason to combat her desires she knew she was quickly losing that battle. Feeling her heart pounding and her breath becoming short, Eila slowly moved closer to Sanya's face. Every millimeter of distance covered felt as if it increased her pulse tenfold. “S-Sanya?” she faintly whispered, unsure of the kind of reaction she wanted. When no reply was given, Eila decided to swallow her fear and ultimately give in to her yearning. Her deep blue eyes went shut and she made the final move forward, gently pressing her lips to Sanya's in a move that caused what felt like a wave of satisfaction to wash over her. Eila felt ecstatic; it seemed reasonable for her to die right now in this position. Sanya's lips were softer and sweeter than she could have ever imagined, nothing could compare--
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Anonymous2010-10-15 3:49
“Mmm...?”
Eila jumped back, landing with her arms behind her to prop her up. There she remained petrified, scared half to death of the sound which originated from the object of her affection. Frozen, she watched as Sanya once again awoke, only to sit up this time. Sleepily she turned her sight toward Eila, whose own eyes were as wide as could be.
“Did.. you kiss me just now?” she asked, a faint blush appearing in her cheeks once uttering the words. Eila's worst fears had come true; her reckless move had woken her friend who, despite her fatigued demeanor, was wise to the events that had just partaken.
“Ah...uh, well you see....” She sighed, “Yes, I did.” She might have been stupid enough to kiss her friend when she was defenseless, but not enough so to lie so bluntly. She expected the worst.
“Hehe... I was wondering when it was going to happen.” Sanya's reaction had both utterly shocked Eila and set her heart aflame. Hearing her giggle in such a way was too much for her to bear.
“HUH?! Wh-what do you mean, “wondering when it would happen”? Were you expecting this the whole time?!”
“Yeah. I mean, I had always known how much you cared for me since you've already done so much for my sake, but you seemed so excited about me coming back with you to Suomus. You wouldn't stop telling everyone about it!” Another giggle trailed the end of that sentence. “Also, I've noticed the way you've been looking at me when we've been in the bath... even just normally.” Sanya's eyes turned to the floor as her faint blush turned into a deep red.
Eila felt her eyes begin to water. She wasn't sure why, but she felt like crying. “Stupid... why didn't you say anything?”
Sanya bit her lip. “Well... I didn't know what to say. You've been so special to me Eila, I didn't know if confronting you about it would drive you away. I didn't want that...”
Eila might have been speechless upon Sanya's revival, but now she had what seemed like a million things to say. She spoke almost without thinking. “Don't be ridiculous! There's nothing that could happen that would possibly drive me away from you! I want to stay with you!” She edged closer to Sanya, the engine that was her heart firing on all cylinders. She swallowed, having stopped almost as close to the Orussian as she was before.
Sanya turned her emerald-green eyes up to meet Eila's. “Then... does that mean you love me?”
Eila was caught off guard by the question. It was such a bold thing to ask, but it was done in a shy manner much more befitting of Sanya's personality. Nevertheless, she had gone this far and she knew exactly what she wanted to say. “Of course I love you...” The emotions that had been guiding her up to this point carried her to the next level as she made the final move and wrapped her arms around Sanya, tightly locking her lips with her friend's.
The Suomish girl was unsure what was next, but she didn't care. In that moment she had opened herself completely to Sanya to let her know the full extent of the feelings she had for her friend. She was surprised by the response, to say the least.
Sanya had drawn in breath which would have otherwise been a gasp, then closed her eyes and kissed back. For all the time the two spent together, she felt completely safe within Eila's embrace. Eila was the one person that Sanya could be completely open with since leaving Orussia.
What started as a passionate kiss soon grew into an even deeper one, with Eila bravely parting her lips to stick out her tongue as if begging Sanya to let her in. Almost immediately she complied, and soon the two girls were rolling their tongues against each other. Eila was amazed by the softness of Sanya's tongue and reveled in it completely. After what felt like an eternity, the two broke off their embrace to look at each other. Eila in that moment felt as if anything were possible.
“Ah... it's kind of hot in here, don't you think?” she asked impishly. She was certain Sanya could see right through her, but that was what she wanted. Sanya smiled and nodded her head, to which Eila nearly sprang at her. The idea had been on her mind ever since catching Sanya fully-dressed in her bed, but being granted permission to do it filled Eila with heated anticipation.
Quickly she undid her friend's tie, sliding it off before pulling Sanya's shirt up. As she tossed the shirt to the side, she took a moment to look at Sanya's chest. Still covered by a white bra with black lace, the sight triggered Eila's perverted side. She moved in, softly kissing Sanya's neck as her hands busily worked in lowering the straps from Sanya's shoulders. Upon doing so, she hastily lifted her friend's bra over her head, discarding it and focusing her gaze on Sanya's now exposed breasts. They were petite, yet perfectly sized for Sanya and more than suitable to Eila's tastes. She marveled at the pinkness of Sanya's nipples, sharply contrasting to the snow white skin of her exposed torso.
“Ah... don't stare, it's making me feel funn-- Ahhh!” Sanya attempted to dissuade Eila but was cut off when the white-haired girl placed her mouth on Sanya's nipple. Passionately she flicked her tongue against Sanya's nipple, sucking on the area around it before changing her action to rolling her tongue around the pointed flesh. She breathed out in a heightened sexual state as she felt the nipple become stiff in her mouth. Then she moved across Sanya's chest and repeated the action to the other nipple.
Even more effectual than tasting Sanya's breasts were her moans that escaped as Eila sucked on her. She quickly sat up and began unbuttoning her uniform, throwing it off as well as her bra. She then pounced on Sanya, wrapping her arms around her and firmly pressing her own chest to her friend's.
“Eila.. w-what are you doing?” questioned Sanya in an almost worried tone. Her Suomish companion was moving with such intensity, she was concerned with what she was going to do next.
“Sanya... I can't take it anymore. I want you so badly; I want to experience everything there is to you.”
“Eila, I... ahh!” Sanya screamed as Eila suddenly shifted downwards. She gripped the sides of Sanya's black tights and yanked them down, leaving only her black skirt and white panties. Curiously Eila pushed up Sanya's skirt to get a clear look at her crotch. In her piqued state she was certain that she could smell Sanya's scent. If she was excited before, the smell drifting into her nostrils sent her into overdrive. She plunged face first into Sanya's crotch, messily kissing it as she took in the smell. Sanya whimpered in what was a mixture of surprise and pleasure. Unconsciously she dropped her hands down until they lay on Eila's head, guiding her as she went further.
For a bit Eila continued with kissing motions, feeling the dampness of Sanya's panties on her lips. Then she raised a hand to Sanya's hip, grabbing the end of one of the ribbons which kept Sanya's panties tied together. She pulled and felt it come undone, loosening the hold of Sanya's panties on her body. She did the same for the other ribbon and pulled the panties off, giving her an up-close look at Sanya's privates. Her face felt as if it were on fire. Despite all the times she bathed with Sanya, she never had the chance to see her like this.
“Um.. what are you doing, Eila?” called down Sanya, now using a pillow to hide her face which was clearly as red as her friend's. Eila blinked, still in a trance before the words registered in her brain.
“Ah! ...Eheheh, I'm just looking. Sanya is really beautiful.” Now that the panties were gone, Sanya's scent was completely invading Eila's nostrils. She didn't want to wait any longer. Holding out a finger, she slowly inserted it into Sanya feeling a tinge of glee at hearing her silver-haired companion moan in response. “Ehh? So Sanya likes that, huh?” she said, feeling a bit mischievous. She was starting to feel a bit more comfortable.
“D-don't tease me like that, Eila!” pleaded Sanya. Her friend slid her finger deeper into Sanya's pussy, causing her to arch her back involuntarily. For a moment Eila continued to finger Sanya, taking pride in the moans of pleasure she was evoking from the Orussian. She pulled her finger out, feeling it wet with Sanya's juices. Daringly, she stuck the finger in her mouth and sucked it clean so that she could gain an understanding for the taste. To her surprise, it was extremely tangy. Eila wasn't sure what to expect from the taste, but she never thought it would be like that. However, it was still Sanya and although it had an odd flavor, it drove Eila to get more.
The Suomish Witch pressed her mouth to the lips which guarded Sanya's most precious spot. Sticking out her tongue, she pushed it inside the opening and started to lap at the juices which were now flowing out of Sanya. It was arduous work, but entirely worth it just to hear the moans of pleasure emanating from Sanya. To her surprise, Sanya lowered her arms and ran them through Eila's hair, stopping in the back and pushing her deeper. This action alone drive Eila wild; now she felt compelled to do an extra thorough job. Retracting her tongue, she used one hand to pull apart the lips of Sanya's cunt and the other to insert this time two fingers. Then, for the coup-de-grace, she stuffed her face back in between Sanya's legs only this time it was to run her tongue over Sanya's clitoris.
“Ahh-- AHHHH~!” Sanya let out a scream so loud that she immediately clasped her hands over her mouth. The outcry caused Eila's ears to perk and she momentarily removed herself from Sanya's crotch.
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Anonymous2010-10-15 3:49
“Shh!! Sanya, someone will hear us!”
“Sorry, Eila. It just feels so good...” Grinning, Eila went back to work. Furiously pumping two fingers in and out of Sanya's vagina, she concurrently poked her tongue at the clit. Suddenly, Eila could hear a muffled cry as she felt her fingers being squeezed. Looking up, she watched as Sanya squirmed under Eila's control, holding the pillow as tightly as she could. Once settling down, she looked at Eila with glistening emerald eyes, struggling to regain her breath.
“Uwoaaah... did.. did you just come?”
“I think so... I don't know what happened, just that it felt like my entire body was about to explode but in a good way.”
Eila giggled. “Sanya, you're too cute.”
“Eh? I am?”
“I just said so, didn't I?” Eila slithered back up to Sanya's face, not hesitating to deliver another passion-filled kiss. She then arose from the bed, pulling down her white tights and underwear in front of Sanya. Climbing back on top of Sanya, she looked at the person who had transformed from her friend into her lover. “You want to keep going...?” Blushing, Sanya curtly nodded in reply.
Eila was about to take the ultimate step. However, by this point all concern had vanished from her mind. Only one thing occupied her mind now, and that was dear Sanya. Lifting up one of Sanya's legs, Eila positioned herself so that she could lock herself together with her lover. By this point she was positively soaked; her tights and her panties were both probably ruined. That wasn't of any concern right now, though.
She had firmly pressed her crotch against Sanya's, a feeling which caused a ripple of pleasure to resonate through Eila. Moans could be heard from both girls as Eila started to move. The sensation was unbelievable, Eila's crotch felt as if it were burning which only spurred her to rub harder. She bucked her hips, grinding against Sanya. The action made Sanya cry out yet again, as she reached behind her and clenched what sheets remained on the bed.
Eila was breathing heavily; each breath seemed to increase the pleasure that was swirling inside her. Moaning deeply, she increased the speed of her movement, to which Sanya had begun responding to. In rhythmic harmony the two girls pushed against each other. That intense feeling within Eila felt as if it was about to peak.
“Eila... I think I'm about to come...”
“Ah... me too.” With a final push, the tingling feeling exploded like a bomb, reaching every part of Eila's body. Closing her eyes, she clung desperately to Sanya's leg, determined not to break contact in the midst of her orgasm. After what felt like an eternity, Eila managed to open her eyes and look at Sanya. The faint sunlight peeking in from the window sufficiently lit up Sanya's skin, making her glow.
Out of breath, Eila collapsed on top of Sanya head resting on her shoulder. Every possible thing in the universe felt insignificant compared to that moment with Sanya. To remain there forever with her in bed would be ideal.
“Ah... that was amazing... I don't want to ever move...”
“But Eila, didn't you say the train back to Suomus was leaving later today?”
“Oh no!! I completely forgot!” Scrambling up, Eila leaped out of bed naked, running about the room looking for several things at once. “We gotta get ready! Geez.. Sanya! Couldn't you have said something?”
Giggling, Sanya rolled her head in Eila's direction. “I didn't want to interrupt you. Ever since the start you looked like you were enjoying yourself so much.” Eila stopped and let her arms fall to her sides. “Okay fine, but I'll forgive you just for today! Just make sure it doesn't happen again.”
“Which? The being late or stopping you before we have sex?”
Instantly Eila turned bright red. “Stupid! You know what I mean! Of course I wouldn't want you to stop me! That is to say... I wouldn't mind doing that again-- er, never mind that! Come on, we gotta get going!”
Climbing out of bed, Sanya walked over and hugged Eila from behind. The blue-eyed girl gave a slight shriek. “I think I'm going to look forward to going home with you even more now.” Sanya said.
“Geez... you're too much, Sanya. You know that?”
“Yup! I do.”
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Anonymous2010-11-02 2:13
This is going to take forever to post
Wing Commander Minna-Dietland Wilcke blew out the candle on her desk and clumsily walked back to her room. She always underestimated how tiring paperwork could be, especially when you do three days worth in one sitting. When she got back to her room she was too lazy to put on her nightgown. She stripped out of her uniform as she stumbled to her bed, letting the discarded clothing form a line from the door to her bed. She plopped down on the bed face first, not caring about her un-Minna like position, the commander figured no one would come bother her on a Saturday. She could only bring the sheets to cover up to her rear before happily passing out. Little did Minna realize that she would be next in a string of early morning “surprises” that had been going on throughout the base.
“Where’s Minna? It’s not like her to sleep in this late”
Trude mentioned at the base’s large dining room table, every seat filled except the commander’s. It was surprising to see all the Strike Witches awake, even Sanya and Eila were up for the larger-than-average breakfast yet the always punctual Minna was absent.
“The light in her office turned off a little after 0300”
Sanya quietly mentioned while nibbling on one of Lynne’s expertly baked scones.
“Wow, that’s late even for Minna.”
The twin-tailed Karlslander responded
“She mentioned wanting to finish all her paperwork before the weekend, we should let her sleep in.” Sakamoto piped in.
The breakfast went on as normal, complete with a squabble between Barkhorn and Shirley over the last potato. However, the skirmish was ended by Luchinni, who chomped the potato right off of Trude’s fork as she waved it around while taunting the Liberian.
“H-hey, that’s not fair!” The brunette yelled
“You’re too slow!” Luchinni sang before running outside to find a suitable place to hide from the angry Nazi bitch.
Eila and Sanya returned to Sanya’s room to get back to sleep while Yoshika, Lynne, and Mio helped clear the table and do the dishes, of course Perinne helped out, if only to spend more time around her beloved Major. Shirley quietly and cautiously crept to the wing commander’s room, she had given surprises to some of the younger recruits but this was a perfect chance to “punish” a superior office, the danger made her more excited than usual.
Charlotte slipped into Minna’s room and quietly locked the door, she didn’t want anyone interrupting her moment with the commander. The Liberian approached the bed and looked at her prey, the redhead was laying face down on her bed, spread eagle.
“Oh commander, what an interesting position you’ve put yourself into.” Shirley whispered to herself after seeing Minna laying naked spread-eagle out on her bed. She then pulled out the set of handcuffs that were used to keep Lynette in place during her morning “punishment”, but one set wasn’t enough for what she had in mind this time. Charlotte searched through Minna’s desk to find more handcuffs, and to her blissful surprise she found multiple sets of them. She grabbed three more and tip-toed backed to the bed. Shirley gently pulled the sheets off of Minna, she marveled at the defenseless body that lay in front of her. She stroked herself a few times before cautiously connecting the handcuffs to the bed posts before slipping them on Minna’s wrists and ankles. It was amazing how the Karlslander didn’t even twitch, she kept on quietly and peacefully sleeping, unaware of what was about to happen to her.
The binding went on without a hitch and before long Minna was fastened to each corner of her bed. Shirley decided that it was time to start.
“Oh commander it’s time to wake up.” She delicately sang while running her finger up Minna’s spine. The redhead tried to turn over to see who was mounted on her back but she couldn’t move her limbs. She struggled for a moment then turned her head to try and get a view but all she could see was an enormous, throbbing member. It hung right next to her face for a few seconds pulsating up and down before slapping her back. Shirley laid down on Minna, their faces a little more than an inch apart.
“Morning commander” The Liberian chirped.
“S-Shirley, what’s the meaning of this?” the redhead demanded
“You’ve been sleeping for an awfully long time so I figured I’d come and wake you up.”
“This is hardly the way to do it, now get these things off-!” She was cut off as Shirley stuffed her own panties into her mouth.
“Sorry can’t do that, it just wouldn’t be as fun.” Shirley said as she slid off her CO, her cock leaving a line of clear sticky liquid down the back of her victim. She rested just far enough away that her swollen member barely touched between Minna’s legs. The Wing Commander’s eyes widened as she felt what was tickling her sheath, she shook her head as to wake up from a nightmare, but the effort was wasted. Charlotte grabbed Minna’s ass and began massaging those soft and firm mounds of flesh.
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“Oh wow, your butt is amazing, what do you do to get it this perfect?” Shirley in a tone that was way too joyful. Minna could only groan in protest, her panties were too far in her mouth to get out. Shirley pushed her body away from Minna, stretched her legs across her captives’, bent down and began to gently lick her commander. The Karlslander jolted away, twisting her body wildly but Charlotte followed her, continuing to lap at her sex. Minna pulled her body forward then thrust it back, hitting her captor in the face, hopefully if she showed enough struggle the Liberian would give up...No dice. Shirley grabbed Minna and pushed her on the bed with all her might.
“Fine, if you don’t want to play nice then neither will I.” Shirley growled.
She took a moment to line herself up and violently plunged herself into her prey, lifting both their bodies into the air. Minna let out of a muffled scream as she was penetrated by Shirley’s massive erection.
“Well well well, it seems your boyfriend never quite made it to home plate.” The Liberian announced with glee. She pulled her head to her friend’s ear.
“I’m so glad you saved it, now we can share and treasure this moment forever.”
Those words sent a chill down Minna’s spine, tears began to form in her eyes, she desperately wished someone would come and save her from this nightmare.
Charlotte continued pressing into the redhead, each thrust lifting their bodies off the mattress. Tears were rolling down Minna’s eyes as she was relentlessly ravaged by the Liberian’s raging flesh, all she could do was try to relax her body and pray that Shirley would finish soon. She wished she hadn’t made her subordinate so angry but it was too late now.
After several more violent thrusts Shirley slowed down to a controlled rhythm and laid down on Minna’s back, both girls were sweating and trying to catch their breath. The captor began softly kissing her captive’s neck.
“I’m sorry we started off so roughly commander, but now you know not to struggle.” Shirley whispered into her leader’s ear.
Minna let out a pitiful moan, her body hadn’t recovered from the rigorous pounding from Charlotte and her incredible shaft. The younger girl pulled herself up and removed her erection from between Minna’s legs.
“Oh commander look how wet you are, considering how much you struggled you sure do seem to be enjoying yourself.”
Minna shook her head and mumbled in dissent.
“Well if you don’t like it you are welcome to leave, oh wait, haha.”
Minna couldn’t believe this was the same laid back girl she had been fighting alongside for so long. Her cheery attitude was the same but now it was dripping with poison.
“I think it is time to change things up.” Shirley said as she started to fondle Minna’s breasts. The commander let out a quiet moan of pleasure.
“Oh, you sound like your enjoying this more and more” The Liberian replied. She took it as a signal to move on so she moved under Minna and pulled herself so that they were face to face. Their breasts pressed together heads further apart. Shirley once again lined her massive prick up with Minna’s hole and began to slowly rub it up and down. The redhead tried to ignore the tickling but her body couldn’t resist the sensation, her hips started to move in rhythm with Shirley’s strokes.
“You want it that bad huh? Well alright, I won’t keep you waiting.” Minna blushed deep red at the comment, she wanted this horror to be over but her body did not share the same desire, it thirsted for the giant member that was teasing it.
“You’re so cute ya know that?” Shirley teased, tenderly kissing the Karlslander’s cheek.
The insatiable girl slowly reentered, savoring the tightness of her commander. She could only fit in halfway but it was enough for the moment. She began her rhythmic thrusts again, making sure to go a little faster than before. Minna couldn’t think straight, the pleasure was so intense that she lost her intense resolve and she began moving in synch with Charlotte. The movement of the girls’ bodies caused their breasts to rub against each other, giving an additional source of pleasure. Shirley wrapped her arms around her commander’s neck and continued to kiss anywhere she could reach, taking heavy breaths between kisses so she could try and keep up her pace.
“Oh God Minna it’s so good.” The Liberian exclaimed, giving a few more thrusts before deciding to go all the way. She planted her arms on the bed and lifted her upper body while embedding herself fully into her prey. Minna let out a yelp through her panty-stuffed mouth and lurched forward, her head planting squarely on Shirley’s breasts. The lieutenant didn’t give her superior officer any time to adjust to the new 5 or so inches thrust into her groin. Charlotte started pumping like mad, mercilessly rocking Minna’s body back and forth to the limits of her restraints. It didn’t take long for them to reach their peak, before she lost herself to ecstasy Shirley pressed her prisoner’s face deep into her cleavage. She let out a short grunt, pumped one more time pushing as far into Minna’s body as possible then unleashed a torrent of her spunk into her comrade.
The Karlsander let out moans of pain and pleasure as she was stabbed by Charlotte’s throbbing flesh. The amount of fluid pouring into her was incredible, it continued pumping into her and before long her body couldn’t hold any more , whatever was put in simply came pouring out around Shirley’s engorged member. The well endowed witch couldn’t hold herself up, her arms gave out and she collapsed on to the bed, her still erupting cock sprang out of Minna and pumped out a few more loads before finally calming down. Minna’s still twitching body was covered in the thick white liquid which was still flowing out of her, forming a pool of semen between her legs. She couldn’t move a muscle, the whole ordeal left her drained, she looked up at her attacker’s face hoping that she had passed out. To her horror Shirley looked more excited than ever before, she was smiling from ear to ear her eyes were glittering like stars.
“Wow Minna that was amazing, so amazing that I think I’m ready to go another round how about you?”
The redhead slowly shook her head back and forth, tears were flowing down her pitiful face.
Please, Shirley, no mo-“
Minna tried to finish begging but cut herself off stopping Shirley’s pulsing veiny mass from entering her mouth.
“Again commander? Why are you refusing, don’t you remember what happened last time.”
Of course she remembered, but she wouldn’t give in to her friend’s sick game, Minna would fight the whole way. Tragically for the crimson-haired witch, Shirley didn’t mind, if not enjoy a girl that put up a fight.
The elder witch continued to keep her lips shut, not letting the Liberian put that spunk-covered thing in her mouth.
“Fine, if you want to play that way again that’s fine by me. I know an easy way to fix this situation.”
She sounded annoyed at first but the mechanic knew an easy way to fix her prisoner’s stubbornness. She slowly moved her hand towards Minna’s nose, pointer and thumb outstretched. Minna knew what was coming and took a deep breath right before her nostrils were pinched closed. Charlotte sat there smiling, they both knew who was going to win but neither side would budge.
About two minutes later the Karlslander’s face was turning blue, she began to see tunnel vision.
“I know you want this to be some kind of noble last stand but we both know that you won’t win this. And besides this won’t be fun if you leave me an unconscious body.”
It was worthless, there was no way she could last through the next 10 seconds but she wouldn’t surrender. Unfortunately her body was not able to stay as vigilant as her mind. She opened her mouth to catch her breath but instead of precious oxygen her mouth and throat were introduced to Charlotte’s penis, which had grown even larger after several minutes of anticipation.
The swollen member filled her mouth and throat, it felt slimy, it tasted salty, it smelled musky and was every other adjective used to describe disgusting. Minna would have taken a bite out of the meat filling her mouth but the assault on her body had taken its toll and now all she was able to do was take Shirley’s ‘punishment’.
“Okay commander I think it’s time to really start round two. You ready?” The Liberian asked. Minna tried to form some kind of answer but only garbled noise came out.
“Good, you’re such a trooper.” Charlotte said petting her prisoner’s crimson hair.
The elder witch let out a scream but it was instantly stifled by her comrade’s stiff cock, which was now moving back and forth in her throat like a piston. She would have gagged on the thing but it seemed like her body had already given up on that reflex, or maybe her mouth and throat were so stuffed that it didn’t know where to start. The thrusts continued for thirty or so seconds before Shirley got bored of doing all the work herself.
“Come on, if you don’t help me out this is only going to take longer.”
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Help out? How was she going to do that? But Minna didn’t want this torture to last any longer, she gathered all the strength she had left and began to move herself back and forth, helping Shirley move deeper into her throat. Unfortunately it wasn’t enough for the girl with the inhuman libido so she remedied the lack of stimulation by taking hold of her captive’s crimson hair and using the new handlebars to force more movement out of the restrained body. The additional motion really hit the spot, the full length of the Liberian’s cock was getting into its target orifice. Minna’s face was hitting Shirley’s stomach, her nose poking into the finely toned abs of her captor and her chin being beaten every thrust by the pair of heavy testicles hanging below Charlotte’s throbbing penis.
Minna was watching the punisher’s face, waiting and hoping for an expression that would signal the end of her torture. Finally luck was on her side, it wasn’t long before Shirley looked like she was at her limit, her face was scrunched up as she tried to hold off her orgasm. ‘Please, just come already’ The crimson-haired witch thought to herself, the less than gentle probing of her mouth and esophagus was agonizing.
The moment she finished that thought her wish came true, a torrent of hot spunk shot down her throat. It was too far down to taste and all Minna could only feel her stomach suddenly getting full. She started to move violently back and forth and scream as much as her cock-filled mouth would allow.
“Oh you want it in your mouth? Okay” Shirley chirped, she sounded way too happy.
The Liberian pulled back far enough so that the tip of her member was just inside her victim’s lips and she started ejaculating again, instantly filling Minna’s mouth with her seed. She tried to spit the salty liquid out but every time she got some out Shirley pumped twice as much in, soon enough the Karlslander gave up on trying to get the stuff out and let Charlotte feed her. Minna’s mind was completely blank, the only muscle working was her esophagus and considering the force at which Shirley ejected her semen it really didn’t need to work to choke the stuff down.
“How about we cover that pretty face of yours?” The mechanic said as she scooted her body back, picked up the prisoner’s head by her hair and aimed that continually erupting cock at Minna’s face. Minna was able to close her eyes before that never ending spray hit drenched her face but her nose got clogged after the first burst of cum. The redhead’s body instinctively took a deep breath but Shirley was watching for another chance to feed her superior officer. She aimed back at Minna’s mouth and unloaded, the Karlslander choked on the thick liquid and had to cough a sizable amount back up before being able to get any oxygen.
Shirley continued blasting Minna in the face while occasionally sticking a fair length of her cock into Minna’s mouth, making sure she had her daily dose of protein. Though at that point the elder witch’s body was so full of Charlotte’s “protein” that anything that went down made its way right back up.
Between the amount that dripped, or rather flowed off her face and the amount she coughed up a deep pool formed under Minna’s head. When the Liberian’s orgasm finally stopped she let go of the other girl’s hair and laid back against the wall, panting to catch her breath. Minna had to strain her neck to keep her head out of the pool of white liquid but her muscles had pretty much given out. The strain was too much, her head began to shake and a few seconds later Minna’s head fell sideways into the lake of cum, fortunately it wasn’t high enough to cover her nostrils but her mouth was halfway submerged in the sticky spunk. She laid there trying to blow the cum out of her nose and eventually was able to breath normally without worrying about inhaling anymore of that Liberian’s seed. Both girls once again were motionless as they caught their breaths.
“Minna your sooo much better than the other girls on base ya know that.” Shirley exclaimed between exhausted breaths.
‘Wait, she’s done this sort of thing to the others?’ Minna thought to herself. She wouldn’t let the Liberian get away with the crimes she had committed, but she would have to wait, her body was in no position to fight back against the self-proclaimed “punisher”. The most her body could do was occasionally hiccup small amounts of what felt like gallons of the thick salty liquid Charlotte pumped into her stomach.
After several minutes Shirley pushed herself off the wall and leaned over the side of the bed to fish out the keys to the handcuffs. She began to twirl the keys around her finger as she sat back up, making sure Minna was aware she had them.
“Finally going to let me go?” The redhead asked. She was anxious to be freed but there wasn’t much she could do once the cuffs were removed, it was hard just to lift her head out of the sticky lukewarm pool of cum so she could speak.
“Kinda, but don’t try and pull anything, I’m still not done yet”
Minna couldn‘t believe what she just heard, there was no way the other witch could continue, she must have ejaculated four or five gallons, if not more of the stuff already. There were pools at her head and between her legs and her body was completely full.
“No way.” The wing commander mumbled as she watched Shirley unlock the cuffs. Her arms fell lifelessly to the bed, the Liberian didn’t need to worry, Minna wasn’t even able to move her arms none-the-less try to escape. She kept an eye on her captor to try and see the condition of her insatiable member. She dropped her head (immediately regretting doing so) in disappointment, the thing looked as big and hard as ever.
“Please, Charlotte, no more. I can’t ta-“ A finger pressed against her lips cutting the redhead off before she could finish begging. Shirley laid down in front of her, gently lifted her captive’s head up by the chin and started cleaning her mess off of Minna’s face with her fingers.
“Don’t worry, only one more hole and we’ll be done.”
The Karlslander gasped at the revealing but again Shirley was there to keep her from saying anything, except this time she stopped her with a kiss. It was warm and tender, the last things used to describe the younger witch’s actions until then. Before backing away the mechanic used her tongue to clean Minna’s mouth and lips of her own spunk. She straightened up and seductively licked her lips, staring down at her prey, Minna matched her lustful gaze and a chill ran down her spine. The look in Shirley’s eyes was terrifying, like a starved animal about to dig into a delicious meal.
Minna tried to move but the Liberian immediately jumped off her back leap-frog style, spun around and landed with her once again enlarged cock pressing between the redhead’s cheeks. Shirley glided herself through those perfectly shaped mounds of flesh before using the tip of her cock to scoop some of the liquid left over from her previous excursion between Minna’s legs and messily smear it around the hole she had yet to probe.
Charlotte took a cheek in each hand and began massaging her prisoner’s butt, marveling at the shapeliness and texture; perfectly smooth and firm yet still soft like a pillow.
“Commander what do you do to get an ass like this? It’s perfect in every way. You’ll have to tell me your secret sometime.” The Liberian said, still massaging and slowly pushing her cock between those perfect cheeks.
“Well enough fooling around, my little pecker is about to explode with anticipation.” Shirley said, slapping Minna’s ass and grabbing onto her hips before pushing herself into the slightly lubed hole. The older witch winced with pain, there was no way that monstrous mass of flesh was going to fit but that didn’t stop it from trying.
“Jesus this is a lot tighter than I thought.” Shirley thought out loud as she leaned to Minna’s ear.
“I’ve got an idea, but remember, don’t try anything funny or I’ll have to punish you further.”
She whispered, sending another chill down the captured girl’s spine. Charlotte reached out and unbound Minna’s legs. Even with her body completely free it might as well have been tied down, the continual abuse took such a toll that not even the small break gave her enough energy to be able to fight back, or even run away.
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Anonymous2010-11-02 2:25
Shirley went back to making her way into her commander’s rectum which had become just loose enough to give the perfect amount of resistance and tightness. Minna couldn’t keep her rear from squeezing together every time the Liberian pressed into her, and with each squeeze the young witch’s cock was pulled deeper and deeper in.
“God Commander I don’t know how you’re doing this but please don’t stop.” Shirley said between moans.
‘If you think that’s good just wait, I’ve got something surprising planned for you’ Minna thought to herself, she finally had a plan to punish the other witch but she couldn’t do anything yet, she had to wait for Shirley to come, then she would make that Liberian pay. The thought of finally being able to punish her captor gave the Karlslander a surge of energy which let her speed up her plan, moving and twisting her hips into order to help that giant piece of meat reach a satisfactory depth. Unfortunately that ‘satisfactory’ depth was a lot more than the elder witch had thought. With its entire length Charlotte’s member reached a little bit beyond Minna’s belly button, but just going in wasn’t enough. The Liberian grabbed Minna’s slender waist and started to buck back and forth almost as violently as her very first go at the redhead, except this time she couldn’t pull all the way out, she was only able to pull her cock back two or three inches before it became too difficult to continue so she made do with the room she had.
“Oh God Commander this is incredible, I’ve never felt anything so tight.” Shirley was pretty much screaming in ecstasy. Getting impatient Minna decided to activate her magic ability, that way she had a much better idea of when Shirley was going to come. The younger witch immediately noticed the animal traits sticking out of her sex slave and started to play with the ears.
“Giving me something else to play with eh Commander?” She said quickly grabbing and massaging Minna’s ears.
Despite trying the slave couldn’t concentrate, the pleasure was too much.
‘Wait, pleasure? I shouldn’t be enjoying this, but for some reason…’ Minna thought to herself, her ears had always been sensitive but she didn’t expect to feel such satisfaction from the pounding her opposite end was taking.
‘I’m such a pervert, I’m so disgusting,’ she thought to herself, but it didn’t matter, she had already lost herself in ecstasy.
“Commander, it seems like you’re enjoying this. Finally having a good time?” Shirley asked, pleasantly surprised.
Minna let out a quiet “Yeah” between moans. The two quickly found how to pleasure each other to the fullest. Shirley discovered rubbing the inside of her commander’s ears elicited the best response, and Minna used her Neuroi-crushing glutes to squeeze Charlotte’s cock with just enough pressure as to make it enjoyable for the Liberian witch.
The Liberian quickly got tired of the position and decided to switch things up. She wrapped her arms around Minna’s stomach and pulled the redhead up as she sat down with her legs spread in front of her. The sudden shift made the 501’s leader yelp in pain, she tried to get herself off of that giant pole but Shirley clamped her hands over the older witch’s mouth and pressed her down, silencing her and keeping the defenseless witch skewered on Shirley’s throbbing dick.
Minna’s hot and heavy breath steamed up the hands cusped over her mouth. It took some time for the redhead’s body to adjust to that enormous piece of Shirley being slammed into her but the witch’s cries of pain eventually became load moans of pleasure (though she would never admit to making them). Not having to worry about getting caught because of her boss’ screams Shirley moved her steamed up hands off of the other girl’s mouth and onto the more than supple breasts below.
“Commander these things are perfect, now I know why Luchinni likes to feel mine, it’s so much fun to play with these.”
Except Luchinni didn’t tease and pinch the Liberian’s nipples, the thought of the little Romangian doing just that excited her even more and she channeled that new found energy right into her two-pronged assault; she managed to get over the incredible tightness of Minna’s ass and was able to move a few more inches with each pump while she grabbed her victim’s head with one hand and turned it enough so she could begin making out (very sloppily considering how much the pair were moving around) with the other girl and her other hand continued to grab, squeeze, and tease both breasts.
Minna was losing it, she couldn’t tell how many orgasms she was having, she might as well count them all as just a single, very long one. Had she not been so engrossed in ecstasy she would have done something to her attacker; bite her tongue, break her fingers, anything to get that girl to stop but the pleasure of too much. Instead of biting the other girl’s tongue the Flight Commander started playing with it using her own, invading each other’s mouths while occasionally taking a moment to dance with the opposing tongue. Minna’s right hand went to massaging her boobs, helping Shirley make sure both of the perfectly shaped mounds received the proper handling while her left went between gently caressing Charlotte’s face and playing with whichever nipple needed more stimulation.
The two bodies grinded against each other at a furious pace, sweat and spunk mixed together to make a potent smell of lust and passion. Hands were going helter skelter between the girls; caressing faces, massaging breasts, playing with nipples, Shirley occasionally got a little rough with hers, grabbing Minna’s throat and chin, forcefully making sure she couldn’t get away from the Liberian’s aggressive kisses. Both witches went on grinding against and pleasuring each other for a few more minutes before Charlotte finally reached her limit.
“Minna I’m about to cum!” The mechanic yelled
Focusing through her fierce, continuous orgasms was nearly impossible but the crimson-haired witch was ready to finally take action.
Shirley’s body thrust upwards as the first torrent of spunk poured out but the jet of liquid was stopped as Minna squeezed that insatiable cock between her Neuroi-destroying ass. She could actually feel the huge waves of semen pulse through the Liberian’s member only to be repelled by the vice grip she had on the thing.
Robbed of the pleasure of releasing that built up cum Charlotte started to buck wildly, trying to break the damn that stopped her from reaching euphoria. It was too bad she was going up against one bad ass…ass, those two mounds of pure muscle had such a tight grip on Shirley’s dick that she thought it was going to be broken off or suffocated. Whatever was going to happen that flow of thick white liquid needed to get out but neither party was giving up at the moment. It didn’t take long for the girls to reach yet another limit; Shirley thought she was going to pass out from both the pleasure and the pain while the Karlslander was beginning to feel her muscles give against the relentless flow of semen.
“Just let me cum Commander!” The Liberian shouted, she sounded angry for the first time and Minna reveled in the other witch’s pain but she knew that her ass was going to give soon so she closed her eyes and focused everything she could muster into holding the damn. Unfortunately our favorite hag couldn’t hold on any longer, her glutes relaxed and that river of spunk surged past the fallen dam. Minna could feel a bulge move along the Liberian’s cock, which seemed to have grown even larger the instant her ass relaxed. The force behind the tidal wave of spunk was so great it lifted the redhead nearly straight off the enormous pole she was stuck on but Charlotte grabbed the older witch’s thighs and forced her to take all the cum that had been building up. Minna could feel the constant stream of hot and slimy liquid moving through her body. It didn’t stop until it reached all the way to her stomach but even then wave after wave kept coming up and quickly filled her stomach.
With no where else to go the endless supply of semen kept going north, Minna tried to keep the stuff down but her body was too full, no matter how much she willed it her muscles wouldn’t obey. The Karlslander was able to angle the first few waves away from her body, letting it splash into the pools that were beginning to dry on her sheets, but her energy was slowly sapped away as gallons of the unbelievably thick fluid kept flooding through her body and she went from projectiling the stuff away to coughing it up to simply hiccupping with enough force to let it spill out of her mouth, down her neck and over her chest and stomach. While her front was being drenched with a fresh stream of hot cum the rest of her body was caked in sticky lukewarm semen, but Shirley would make sure her commander would be equally covered.
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The Liberian was having the most intense orgasm of her life, even she was surprised by the amount of spunk coming out of her body but she wasn’t about to complain. That feeling of release once Minna’s grip gave way was indescribable, euphoric would be putting it lightly and that feeling continued as Shirley kept pumping a seemingly-limitless amount of spunk into her limp victim. The younger witch could barely speak, she was only able to utter “Minna” between her howls of ecstasy.
As she began to feel her orgasm weaken Shirley decided to douse the commander’s body one more time while she still had some semen left. She lifted the redhead up and pushed herself back, letting the other girl fall face first, yet again, into the lake of cum gathered below, sending a large amount splashing over the sides. Charlotte then let loose the remainder of her spunk all over Minna’s back, covering the young woman from her shoulders to dat ass. ‘God would I love to do that ass again’ the mechanic thought to herself, sure she came when she had her way with the other girls but never like this.
Looking down at the final result of Minna’s “punishment” the lieutenant couldn’t help but be pleasantly surprised at her handiwork.
“So how did you like it Minna?” Shirley asked
“Well, you gonna answer me, or was it just that good?” She asked again when no response came from the drenched witch. Charlotte laid on the Karlslander’s back and looked at the girl’s face, she had completely passed out.
“Huh, guess I did even better than I thought, and ya know, that doesn’t look like a bad idea”
She whispered before settling in beside Minna, who inched her way closer to the Liberian, resting her head on Shirley’s shoulder and reaching her left arm across the other girl’s body, hugging her tightly. Charlotte looked down and marveled at how cute and innocent her usually uptight boss was, clinging onto her like that.
“You’re right, let’s sleep in a little longer.”
And thus another chapter closes on Shirley and her incredible ponos
Stay tuned for some tender love between Trude and Marseille, well, whenever it gets done.
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Anonymous2010-11-04 5:06
Writefag here, posting preview for tender love between Trude and Marseille.
From marseille's perspective
Trude’s ears and tail popped out right before she pinned me onto my bed.
“Starting off a little rough aren’t we?” I questioned her.
“S-sorry, I just got nervous and couldn’t control it.”
‘Damn she’s cute when she looks like that.’ Trude was looking away and blushing beet red, our faces were so close I could feel the heat coming off of her. She stayed there pressing me against the mattress, her eyes darting back and forth as if she were looking for help somewhere else in the room.
“Listen, you need to calm down” I said as I rose up, Trude released her iron grip and sat up as well, her ears disappearing into her hair. Both of us sat on our knees staring at each other, well, Trude kept looking away the instant our eyes met but none-the-less it was awkward to say the least, well maybe for her, I enjoyed watching her avoid my gaze and fidget around waiting for something to happen. I put one hand on her shoulder and one cupping her chin, making sure our faces were aligned, she still avoided my gaze.
“Trude, you want this autograph right?”
“Of course but you’re demanding something so preposterous, I can’t do it, I mean I don’t even know where to start.” She shouted back at me
“How about starting with a kiss?”
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Anonymous2010-11-04 5:07
Oh boy did she turn red at that, I’m not sure where all that blood came from but if she blushed any more I was sure her head was going to pop. I let go of her chin and her head tilted down, she took a deep breath and finally looked me in the eye before answering.
“Alright, I think I’m ready.” She whispered, her voice was quivering and barely audible. God her voice was cute, but not nearly as adorable as how she looked at me, staring through her bangs with huge puppy eyes. I’d never feared for my life before that moment but I swear I was seconds away from doubling over with a heart attack.
I quickly composed myself and waited for her to make the next move. After a few more deep breaths (and with a much healthier looking face) she planted both hands in front of her knees and leaned in puckering her lips and closing her eyes. Her clumsiness was admirable, I laughed inside thinking that this girl is one of the best fighters the world has to offer yet she is completely hopeless when it comes to something as simple as kissing. I mean I had to move my head to catch her because she was going to miss my lips if I stayed still. And our kiss didn’t even last long at all, she pulled her head back as soon as our lips touched.
“Really Trude?” I sighed and rolled my eyes at her pitiful attempt, this was going from cute to frustrating way to fast.
“Okay fine, just stop rushing me!”
She sounded genuinely pissed that time so I thought it best to let her go at her own pace, even if it did make the tortoise look like the hare.
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Anonymous2010-11-04 5:07
After another minute of us sitting staring at each other Trude finally made a move. She slowly reached out with her hand and tenderly grabbed my neck before slowly pulling our heads closer, but as our faces were inches away she dove right in, cramming our lips together and sloppily thrusting her tongue into my mouth and ungracefully moving it around. It was hardly arousing but knowing this was Barkhorn, and considering I was still quite horny from what happened back in the bath I was okay with Trude’s tactless approach.
Ok, I posted this on the imageboard but I'll summarize here.
I brought up the concept of assimilation or Nueroification of an unlucky witch, turning her into a Nueroi. I started to write a fic about it, this is just the opening.
She kept firing her machine gun. The bastards were everywhere and she had to fight them back. Ostmark was already declared a lost but she couldn't just let it fall. The Neuroi had to pay, she had lost too much already. All the while her radio unit was going off in her left ear.
“Kastner! This is the Oberstgruppenführer of Karlsland's Luftwaffe, all Ostmark units are to pull back to Karlsland! This is useless and you'll only get killed!”
Jana kept ignoring the message. The brunette witch slapped in a new drum magazine and pulled the charging handle. She lost track of how many drones she killed, and was aiming for the big ones. The furious witch hefted her mg-34 at the fat bastard shooting it's red beams at the countryside.
“DIE YOU HURENSOHN!”, Kastner shouted at the top of her lungs as she pulled the trigger. The 8mm Mauser rounds tore through the ash-filled air and into the black hexagonal body of the invader. It screamed as the bullets ripped the alien to shred, the vengeful witch could see it's core. Jana ignored common sense, her familiar's brown ears flopping in the sky as she dove towards the wounded beast. She fired the last of her magazine hitting the core at least once, causing it's explosion.
Any suggestions, like how she takes to getting Neurofied (completely brainwashed, aware of what she has become? If the last, does she try to be good or take a new evil persona? Or does she even have any control over it, and can only see what her body has become terrorize the ones she swore to protect?)
The explosion was far more than she expected. The blast wave caused the young witch to be blown back and even disorient her. Jana looked around trying to get her surroundings when the beam came at her. She managed to throw her shield up, a proud Celtic one, to defend herself. It worked, but her MG wasn't so lucky. It's barrel disintegrated in the wake of the beam. “FUCK!” the angry witch yelled, throwing the useless weapon at an incoming drone, knocking it down before using her Browning Hi Power to finish it off.
The weapon was a gift from the Flandrean witch who was training with her. The same witch was vaporized by a Neuroi beam on day 4 of the invasion. Jana could see the young girl's gentle smile as she squeezed off every 9mm round, using her waning magic to give each round enough of a punch to kill the cubes that surrounded her. Every shell casing scraped her face as she fired away, the hot brass sizzling when it grazed the tears that were streaming. The radio was now dead, as was most of Ostmark command now. Oberleutnant Jana Kastner was the only member of the Ostmark Luftwaffe that was still in the airspace. Every other object in the air was an alien gunning for her.
She only had 14 rounds left. She managed to dive in order to avoid the drones. Jana could count the needles on the pines as she flew at tree level. Jana knew she didn't have enough magic left make it to Karlsland. The skies were still aflame from the burning cities and aliens, ruining any chance of her navigating back. While thinking about how her outlook was grim, she saw it.
This Neuroi was much different from the others she saw, it looked liked it wasn't designed for combat. It wasn't laying wast to the town, but it was far too large to be another drone. Jana knew that 14 shots would only work if she used all of her magic. The end was already here, but the Oberleutnant wanted one final kill. Jana closed her eyes briefly, pausing to make up her mind. The faces of her family, friends, and more recently comrades. As she opened her green eyes she could see what was left of all of them. The gray wastes of a land once full of life, fires raging where wheat would have been reaped in a few weeks, and finally the black storm that the red and black monsters poured from.
The Fw 56 striker unit roared as the young witch poured her magic into it. She then raised her firearm directly at the growing target. One of her green eyes closed as she focused on it. The first squeeze was wasted, being done only to see if the aim was true. The small spark on the hexagon verified it. Jana began to fire her enhanced rounds, causing massive puffs of dust on the beast. “12, 11, 10, 9” the witch said to herself as she fired the last of the bullets in an attempt to avenge it all. “1!.”, the last of the bullets finally crashed into the target, but there was no explosion. Kastner wouldn't slow down, she grabbed the gun's barrel and decided to pistol-whip the monster if she had to.
That's when an instinct kicked in that not even in her focused state she could avoid. A wide beam came at her, causing her to use her shield in one last stand. The force was too much and caused the witch to come to a standstill. The brunette girl, only 5 days ago a cheerful lass who was shopping in what's now a burned out husk, began to fall. The magic engine drained magic reserves. The safety-cutoff causing her to plummet through the branches of the trees. Only luck was the reason that she didn't die once the girl hit the bottom. In retrospect, it probably wasn't luck considering her fate.
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Anonymous2010-11-13 15:51
>>65
I sort of like the idea of her trying to be good, or whatever.
I never went to listen to when the recorded the new himegoes for the DVDs, but I did read through the lines, so it felt as if I had heard them already. But when I really heard it for the first time, it was far better than I had imagined.
Since the 504th was to appear in the anime, I decided to make proper character designs for them. And since we had made them, we decided they should be in the game (punipuni) too. And since they got voices, we made himegoes for them. And then, since we had already made them, we made the red pants squad.
“My back...” the witch said as she lied there. Green eyes peered through half-closed eyelids, caked with soot and blood. As she opened her eyes she immediately could see the destruction around her. The ashes of the world rained around like an evil winter, covering her green striker and brown tunic in a thin coating. It was Krampus's final wrath, or at least that's what the little kid in her said. Jana lifted her left arm to feel her head, still feeling her dog ears there. Despite being almost completely drained, her legs were still connected to the striker units and caused a small amount of magic to remain. The downsides was that she couldn't get her legs out, The young office didn't know if her back was broken. Reaching for a stick, Jana managed to see if she could still feel below her waist and jabbed it in her thigh. “Ahhhh! Fuck, I'm not crippled, good.” The mismatched introspective only made her realize how delirious she was.
When the branches above her began to spread. Jana didn't need to look up to see what was coming. The fat bastard Neuroi was lowering itself, already repairing itself already. She tilted her wounded head to see what it's next move was. The black object hung over her like a foreboding moon. Jana raised her Hi Power, hoping for just one more shot. The dry click of the pistol told her what she already knew. She didn't even have the strength to throw the weapon. The Neuroi's shadow fell over her, staring at her with it's red squares.
She didn't know what was going to happen next. Everything she has seen up to this point said that she was going to be killed by this thing. At this point, her magic was so low she couldn't stop the falling ashes landing on her face. Jana prepared to meet her fate, hoping that she could see her family afterwards, maybe even Angéline from Flandre in the after-life. The Neuroi shot a small beam on her, causing the witch to wince in anticipation.It didn't burn like she expected, instead it felt like a benign, if not pleasant, light. The beam suddenly stopped as the Neuroi began to open, showing the complex inside of it.
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Anonymous2010-12-01 19:45
>>75
I don't really have any suggestions but I will say I like the character and I feel bad about the fact that she's pretty much guaranteed for a bad end.
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Anonymous2010-12-05 6:26
>>75
more crap, mostly capture stuff
She stared at the cavernous interior of the beast. It seemed to have more than enough space for a person. She then realized, much to her horror, that is had enough room for a witch and her striker units. Jana tried to crawl away, her legs weighing her down. She struggled to remove the units, but they wouldn't come off. “Get off you bastards!” She yelled at the FW-56 strikers, trying to pull them off. No matter what she did, they wouldn't come off. The Neuroi sent it's first tentacle down, wrapping around her left striker. “Fuck! Fuck!” The Ostmarkian witch yelled, trying the get the unit off of her legs. She ignored the idea that simply getting rid of her striker unit wouldn't rid her of that monster, but she had to get away.
The second tentacle was more than she expected. It easily wrapped around her right wrist, causing a mild burning sensation. “Ahhhh! Get off you untermensch!” she cried, trying to claw the hexagon off of her wrist. She reached for her knife, desperate to rid her of the beast that was attacking her now. Before Jana could even try to harm herself, a third tentacle came and restrained her left arm.
Helpless. Those were the words going through her head now. Jana couldn't use her hands anymore, nothing left to fight with, and worst nothing left to end her life lest the enemy learn something from it. While she fought the last two tentacles, she didn't notice the forth one wrap around her right striker, causing her to cease being a problem to it. It wasn't long before the tentacles began to retract, like a beast from a Britannian horror book about invaders from Mars. Jana Kastner soon found herself trapped inside a large Neuroi, going to gods-know where.
please, tell me how you want poor Jana Kastner to end up.
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Anonymous2010-12-05 12:44
>>77
Darkness was all she saw. It was all Jana felt even. She struggled against the captor, trying to free herself. A strong casing kept her form moving more than a few centimeters and no matter what she tried her magic would not decrease, allowing her better means to free herself from the striker units.
Eventually the bastard opened up. To Jana's horror she could see clearly. That meant that the room she was in was just as the dark as the “ride” she was in just now. Kastner immediately tried for an escape, using the trickle of magic energy she had left. Not even the magic props were made. She desperately pulled against the Neuroi cables, for lack of a better word, that bound her. “Nnggg, come off your bas....” she stopped mid pause to see the horror that was happening. Her wrist now bore the same hexagonal pattern as the Neuroi
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Anonymous2010-12-11 6:25
>>78
Her green eyes widened. The hexagons were clear on her wrists, the center one becoming red in color. The shock was nearly enough to stop her, but she kept struggling.” GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” The restrained witch yelled, struggling against inevitability. The more the wrists changed, the less the noticed the fifth Neuroi tentacle move up her thighs. It came close to her white Ostmark pants, regulation of course. The large probe grazed on her heightened sex, making her shudder quite shamefully. “Get away from that you Scheisskopf !” she screamed as the thick pincer made it's way to her betraying slit.
When the first bit touched her clitoris, she screamed as hard as she did when the first Neuroi beam beat her shield on day 2. The pleasure it called was nearly outdone by the pain it did. It was obvious that the loyal Ostmark witch was a virgin, even when bunked with relatively liberal witches from Flandre and Holland. As she recovered, even just for a moment, the Neuroi repeated it's “attack”, causing her to convulse and contort in ways never seen in combat.
also, apparently there are those who DON'T want this to end in tentacle rape, so what are the suggestions?
>>80
Posting the rest of what I have done, anyone can see it too in the pics I post on the general thread
Her body shuddered with her tunic, causing sweat stains to appear on various parts. “No... Stop...” she said softly, being broken by the most basic of attacks. It was a step above mere torment, affecting the part that she rarely touched. Breaking away from her current torture, she saw that the hexagons on her wrist now extended to her palms, with a few glowing bright red as she felt a gentle burning from them.
“Stop you …. bastards....” She weakened her curses as the first orgasm she ever experienced occurred. Her canine ears and tail stood at full attention as she squirmed in delight from the sensation. Jana was too busy trying to gather herself together when the she noticed the beam down there. The smell of burning cotton, with a slightly fishy smell, filled her nostrils as the beam burned away her pants, and the natural hair down there. All the while extra tentacles from her wrist bindings began to enter her body through the wrist's hexagons, passing through her now corrupted flesh with ease, ready to charge her now weaponized hands.
Juices poured from her now hairless pussy, still wet from the her first orgasm as the probing Neuroi poked it a bit. Jana yelped, pulling more against the tentacles. It was becoming harder as she felt her arms becoming numb, only feeling a gentle tingling. She couldn't see under her sleeves, but the vision of her arms having more hexagons made her cry. “HELP! FOR GODS SAKE HELP!” She began to wail in the dark chamber. She had never screamed for help before, and she wouldn't receive any either. All she got was yet another probe in her screaming mouth, quickly silencing her.
She bit on the invading tube, her teeth grating on the hard substance. Tears welled in her eyes as she was losing her breath, focusing on stopping the invader from getting any further. Upon sensing this, the main probe gently tickled her smooth mound. Nearly passing out right there from the betraying pleasure, she finally began to breathe again. Unfortunately, this act let the invader slide deeper into her. The beast somehow numbed her gag-reflex, letting itself pour deeper into her throat until it was all she could feel. The same numbness that she had felt on her arm soon filled her chest and upper back, followed by the very same tingling that was now reaching her upper arm. Kastner was now crying as much as she could. This wasn't death, it wasn't even torture. The monsters was doing something far worse than anything her or any human previously feared from them. She was being made into one of them.
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Anonymous2010-12-11 16:43
>>82
She couldn't stop crying. The sobs, muffled by the growing palpus in her now impure throat, could be heard throughout the cavernous room. The echos only reinforced that she had no hope. There wouldn't be any sort of rescue, the other witches still alive would be too busy keeping a defense in Karlsland, maybe even as far as Gallia. Jana even knew that she disobeyed orders so they're wouldn't be any hope in her returning. She was 200 km from the new frontlines, but that was hours, maybe even days ago. She could be further away, she could even be in outer-space for all she knew. Then it got even worse, the big one began to move down there.
She didn't have to crane her neck to see it, the Neuroi in her mouth did that for her. Kastner's head was forced up, splashing some of her brown hair in her eyes. Or was it gray hair, it was hard to tell in the light, or lack thereof. The concern for her hair color was minimum compared to the show down below. Ignoring the main issue, she could see her striker units being transformed, being covered in mostly black and occasional red hexagons, every step many square centimeters would be done at once. It was dizzying to see, and frightful when they reached her thighs.
Her milk white thighs were soon in agony as the hexagons came between them and the FW-56 striker. Jana bit down on the tentacle in her mouth, soon realizing that this was one of it's many purposes. She felt dirty using it the way she expected but had no choice as she felt as if her legs had been severed. For all she knew, they have been. The blue glow of the magic engine slowly changed to a dull gray before becoming a bright, nearly blinding red. Soon various parts of her striker became similar, glowing this red light from any opening before being shut by the expanding Neuroi coating. The winglets on the strikers we reformed, made much more angular in shape and featuring 3 red hexagons, what was apparently the de facto emblem of the monsters.
This was nothing compared to the part that she feared the most. The main probe was encroaching on her moist area. She could barely breathe anymore, fearing her lungs had already been hijacked or replaced with Agrona knows what. The green eyes stared in fear and secretly in anticipation in what would happen. The quivering part of her was one of the few areas of her body she could even truly feel anymore, the numbness and tingling crawling up her neck during the thigh affair. It would only be the latest of slender cylinders entering her body, her body and striker was now full of them, pumping unknown fluids and substances into her body through red conduits on the hexagons that scattered her body now. What wasn't covered in the frightful hexagons was slowly turning a pale color, as if she was dead. Jana wished she was as the second tentacle to enter a fleshy local slowly pushed in.
She closed her eye and let out a muffled moan, or at least thought she did . The numbness had spread to ears now, leaving only a tinny dim sound aside from the loudest of noises. One of those to get through was a gurgling sound, either her mouth or her slit. Jana felt the appendage grow inside her, snaking it's way deeper into her body. The feeling was indescribable. Jana tried to squirm, but nothing in her body would move by her will anymore. She couldn't do more than buck her hips. She opened her her eyes and could see the thing that was filling her. It grew lager as it seemed to endlessly snake into her hole, slowly numbing it through a seemingly endless pleasure, one she never had or will ever feel again.
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Anonymous2010-12-11 16:44
>>83
She felt another tentacle approach her last hole, the one she would be ashamed of if her mind was still in one piece. She couldn't tell if it was from the pleasure alone or some new invader in her brain but she was gone. The tube slithered it way up her ass, filling it as much as the hole above it. Her hips finally stopped shaking as her womb and bottom were stuffed to the brim. The two tentacles became detached from the unseen base and began to spread around her violated holes. They formed a new pair of black pants, made of hexagons with glowing red in her private zone. The tentacle in her mouth followed suit, causing her mouth to close.
Jana was barely conscious at this point. Most of her skin was now the pallid gray as if she was dead, what wasn't was covered in the tell-tale hexagons, most black but a few red. A new arm lowered itself onto her chest, tearing open her tunic and cutting into her bloodless flesh. She could feel this but do nothing. Her eyes could see the target of her desire begin to lower from another limb. The red of gem of the Neuroi core. The fragile yet powerful core was placed into her chest, next to her old heart, slowly beating with the black ichor that was now in her veins and arteries. The new source of power quickly took hold, sending waves of energy through her body.
The cutting tentacle now sealed her open chest and the tunic. The repaired jacket now began to turn a dark black, as if it was now a living thing. All of the tears and loose threads were sealed and the tunic sealed to her body. The last parts of her transformation were nearly complete. With the new power source, the Neuroi particles quickly overwhelmed her familiar's features, one of the last remnants of her humanity. The ears became black with the insides turning an alien green. Her tail became the same color of her hair, now gray and drained of colors.
“I... can't.... stop.... please.... Angeline... forgive...” where the only words going through Jana's mind now. These final thoughts drifted away as her green eyes changed to red.
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Anonymous2010-12-13 4:25
Somehow I didn't expect a neuroification fic to make me feel this bad.
Here's Angela's profile. It's mostly done, but will need polish, especially for the parts marked "poorly phrased".
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Hispania Air Force Expeditionary Unit "División Azul" Commander
18 years old at the end of 1944, Flying Officer
Familiar: Andalusian
Inherent technique: filling bullets with large amounts of magic which explode on contact, thereby creating explosive magical ammunition with increased power.
Born to a strict family of officials. A veteran whose Witch ability manifested at an early age, and has been flying since the beginning of the war in Europe.
Extremely responsible and taciturn. As a result, she tends to take many things upon herself (note: poorly phrased), though interaction with the 504th's members has steadily relieved her of her heavy emotional burden. She is bad at dealing with praise like "cute" and "pretty."
Selected to join Hispania's expeditionary force to Karlsland, the División Azul, she fought in various locations all over Europe and was later appointed commander of this unit.
With the situation in Gallia worsening, the División Azul continued to fight in the Romagna area as they headed south, meeting up and temporarily joining forces with Romagnan troops deployed near the border.
Well-supplied, the División Azul displayed a performance befitting their title of elites at this point as well (note: original text was along the lines of "not letting down the title of 'elite'", but it is somewhat clunky). She was recommended to become a honorary Pantaloni Rossi member.
After Gallia was liberated by the 501st, the División Azul was to return to Hispania, while she applied to join the newly-formed 504JFW, remaining in Romagna. It was also at that point where she was officially recognized as part of the Pantaloni Rossi.
It is rare for foreign militaries' Witches to be enlisted in the Pantaloni Rossi. As one should expect, she was misty-eyed during her initiation ceremony. This is a secret. (If the topic of what happened at the time is brought up, she would blush and deny it.)
To show respect for Romagna, she donned the Pantaloni Rossi uniform during Operation Trajanus. In the chaos which unfolded after the mission failed, she remained on the battlefield so as to buy time for the unit to escape (note: while not explicitly mentioned in the original text, "the unit" here refers not only to the Red Pants but everyone present, as other sources show). Despite shooting down many Neuroi, she herself suffered grievous injury.
Rescued with great difficulty, she is undergoing long-term medical treatment in 1945. Although Jane and Dominica's "lovey-doveyness" amazes her, she looks upon it with a smile, seemingly not quite aware of the goodwill directed at her. (note: poorly phrased)
"Please leave it to me from here."
"Here it comes! Hispania's elite División Azul won't be an easy opponent."
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Anonymous2010-12-23 15:50
Yoshiko Nishizawa's EWACS profile
Fuso Imperial Navy Yokosuka Flying Corps
Age 19 at the end of '44
Flight sergeant
Her familiar is a house cat.
Her mother worked at a factory for developing and manufacturing clothing for witches, so she was familiar with the ins and outs of witches from a young age.
When she found out she was a witch, she decided unwaveringly to become an aerial fighting witch. However, while she was waiting for the uniform to be delivered, the army uniform caught her fancy so she decided to wear that instead. She was discovered by Second Lieutenant Yokokawa who was working as an instructor in the navy.
From the start, Yokokawa had placed so much hope in Nishizawa's ability. Before she was taken by the army, Yokokawa took her on a joint flight using practice strikers for evaluation. Yokokawa enthusiastically recommended her to join the navy.
After she joined the navy, her power was evaluated to be top class for the time. So, she was selected to become a member of the Fuso Imperial Navy Temporary European Fleet. During her departure and afterwards, she met both Sakamoto and Takei, who are now known as the "Libau Trio".
Despite knowing her peerless, lively manner, her dogfighting style was rather delicate. It was like she was holding a magnificent air mobile. Her way of taking shooting predictions was especially artistic. Later, as the commanding officers of the 501st and 504th, Sakamoto and Takei praised her, saying "I can't compare to Nishizawa". From her surroundings, she was often called the "Demon Queen of Libau".
On the other hand, she completely followed the prodigy personality type, if not in theory then in a feeling. She didn't like to remember people's faces or names. Her goofing off type of wild character meant she was not at all suitable for a commanding or instructor position.
After she completed her duty in Libau, she had plans to return to her home country and take an instructor position. However, her long-time friends, Sakamoto and Takei firmly rejected that, saying "Nishizawa becoming an instructor is totally reckless!" After that, she remained in the European temporary fleet for the time being, continuing to fight in various battles across Europe.
Her sole weak point is said to be her dainty digestive tract. She frequently complains about the lack of freshness in her food. However, if it is fresh, she doesn't seem to mind if the taste is mediocre.
In case she stops by the 502nd JFW's base, she'll have a mock air battle with Second Lieutenant Kanno, overpowering her. They've developed a relationship calling each other "Kanno" and "Big Sis".
<a href=" http://www.mvpcaps.com/"/>New Era Hats</a>Interesting article, Funny comment. Keep it up!
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Anonymous2010-12-28 3:59
Strike Witches love may be alive and well but 4chan sure the hell isn't at the moment.
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Anonymous2010-12-28 6:43
It's as if nobody knew of the text boards. (or how to reach them directly).
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Anonymous2010-12-28 13:38
>>95
Nobody really pays attention to the text boards. To be honest, I'm not fond of them.
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ShirleyxMinna Writefag2011-01-03 5:30
A summary of my upcoming SanyaxEila project
Time period - mid to late 1910's
Sanya, the daughter of an overly protective Brittanian businessman and wealthy Orussian countess has been confined within the walls of her mansion in Orussia by her father who has always told her that the outside world is too dangerous for her. When word of the infamous thief Illu reaches her home Sanya instantly becomes infatuated with the vagabond, she constantly dreams of a life of peril and adventure throughout the world. Then one night Sanya catches the world renowned thief stealing her family's jewels, to her surprise it is actually a beautiful young woman instead of the dashing male she had envisioned. Illu is also quite clumsy when it comes with dealing with people, and after a botched attempt to tie up the Orussian heiress Sanya suggests that Illu kidnap her. Forced to take the girl hostage Eila goes through with the robbery and escapes the home undetected, except she has no idea with her prisoner, so she simply takes her along without any plans for dealing with the Orussian. Together with her loyal mount Nikka, Eila and Sanya spend the next few months evading bounty hunters and police while Eila continues her life of thievery. And through a few close calls and several nights spent huddled together fighting the cold of a freezing Orussian winter the two develop strange but warm feelings for each other.
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Anonymous2011-01-04 21:49
>>97
Not sure if you'll read this since nobody seems to use the textboards. You mentioned the fact that you may have to tone down Eila's foresight ability or perhaps not even have it in the story at all, probably not a great idea, I feel as though it takes away from her character. As for her getting caught by Sanya/ambushed by hunters, well, her foresight ability isn't a 24/7 thing, right? She has to activate her familiar or whatever to use it (at least that's what I thought).
>>98
accoridng to the drama cds her foresight is a more of "sixth sense/hunch" type feeling that happens to be very accurate rather than a distinct vision of the future.
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Anonymous2011-01-07 1:51
Strike Witches blows and no one cares about your shitty projects that will never be completed.
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Anonymous2011-01-07 18:51
>>97
>and after a botched attempt to tie up the Orussian heiress Sanya suggests that Illu kidnap her.
God Eila, you're so bad at bondage.
>>100
So it's sort of like a gut feeling, in a sense.
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Anonymous2011-01-12 19:31
oh please post it!! i loved the preview!! i wanna know what happens after the preview already! heck the whole plot sounds pretty original and great!!...so please post!! i mean no preassure just please dont lose interest!!....and also that alternative season 2 ending so awesome!!!
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Anonymous2011-01-13 4:08
He might have been scared off.
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Anonymous2011-01-13 15:17
>>106
Didn't the writefag say he was the type to finish what he starts? I don't think a few people whining will sway him (I hope). Dear lord, this is going to be the French drawfag incident all over again.
Been a couple of very busy weeks since I've posted, so busy in fact that I haven't touched or even thought about the story till yesterday. So much shit that would get a "this isn't your blog" response has been going on so bear with the wait a little longer. And to those that think I'd left/might leave/might never finish the story...as long as the love is alive and well I will keep writing.
I wasn't gonna be bothered by this, but then the last tweet really made me wonder wtf did Fumikane just say
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"It's unfair Nipa can heal all by herself"
"Why is it unfair.."
"She can't heal others!?"
"No.."
"Couldn't she do it by kissing?"
"Wh- what!?"
"I cut my finger while I was cooking"
"I scratched my knee"
etc
"Why are you all getting wounds suddenly!?"
Krupi appears
"I came flying when I heard Nipa can heal wounds kissing!"
*Nipa spits coffee
"It's just their false rumor.."
"No no, you have been growing so much lately, Nipa. Your magic ability might have grown also"
"Don't say that while you're looking at my breasts"
"Calm down, lets test it"
"Hey, if you need medical treatment why can't you just leave it to Joze? Anyways, where are you even wounded?"
"Ah, now that you mention it.."
"Countess"
"First Lieutenant"
"Edytha and Flight Lieutenant, why do you have such a grim look on your faces?"
"You.."
"We heard you wanted to get injured"
I could translate the discussion but I'd still like to now what was Fumikane talking in his first and fourth tweet.
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>>46203492
The first tweet talks about minor changes in Nipa's profile on e-wacs. I believe he added these two paragraphs:
特殊な魔法体質として、特別な訓練もなく、
常に中度の治癒魔法がかかり続けている
という、超回復能力がある。
____________________________________ >>46241508
I checked out the other thread and checked out those tweets by yamibun and Humikane at the end. It has links to info about the new radio show. It starts in March, and the two episodes for that month will be out on the 10th and 25th. The hosts will be Mai and Ayuru again. The corners will be:
- OP, ED dramas
- Listener mail
- Movie info
- World military quiz
- Eila fortune telling
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Anonymous2011-02-21 19:56
Well, I can't seem to post anything on the image boards so I'll post it here.
Happy Birthday Illu Once, during an aerial engagement in the Rukajärvi area the Morane-Saulnier M.S. 406 fighter of a second lieutenant was shot down in flames. He bailed out from an altitude of 2,600 feet, but the parachute was damaged during his departure and a number of panels tore apart. Only the fluttering "roman candle" of the collapsed canopy was billowing over his head when he fell like a stone and disappeared into the treetops. The other pilots who had witnessed his descent went back to home base to report the tragedy and all were bemoaning the sad fate of their fellow pilot. A couple of hours later a telephone call came in from an Army outpost to the squadron commander from the "late" pilot who requested a car to transport him back to home base. Major Magnusson, who was the brother of our wing commander, nearly had a nervous breakdown and was about to hang up on the "ghost" but then, promised to send the car.
After arriving at the base the pilot told how the shroud lines of the parachute had caught on the uppermost branches of a tall fir tree as he rocketed by. The tree flexed downward and decelerated the pilot's descent to the point that he came to a complete halt with his feet about two yards from the ground. Then, acting as a slingshot, the tree flexed back upward and catapulted the pilot a good twenty yards into the tree tops. There he managed to grab onto the tree trunk and, after unhooking himself from the parachute, clambered down safe and sound. After descending from the world of the squirrels he stated that the most frightening part of the whole episode was climbing down from the tree!
If anyone wants to post it in the actual thread that's fine too.
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Anonymous2011-02-21 20:08
>>124 The only service was a briefing in which we got various decorations for our blue uniform. I got the first class medal of the German Iron Cross Order. Also a German war correspondent recorded an interview with me. Fortunately, we didn't get used to that soft life, and the weather cleared up soon enough. We were on an escort mission over the Vuoksi River line. Three of our bomber squadrons attacked the enemy artillery positions, and also the Detachment Kuhlmey joined in the same game. The anti aircraft artillery fire was extremely intense; the Soviets also used ground-to-air rockets, which included three rounds in the same package, each leaving a visible smoke trail, and having a much larger warhead than the heavy anti aircraft artillery shells. The bombers penetrated the anti aircraft fire and dropped their loads on the target area. We watched carefully to see to it that the bombers weren't disturbed by our enemy fighter proteges. My engine was running poorly but I nevertheless counted on it to keep running well enough to complete the mission. Finally the last of the Blenheims completed their mission and headed, in a shallow dive, for their home bases. I followed the rearmost bombers, which would have been the easiest targets for the enemy fighters. About ten Airacobras appeared over us and one of them began an attack on the very bomber I was protecting.
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Anonymous2011-02-21 20:19
It apparently didn't see me while it dove from directly above me toward the bomber. I pushed more power on and started to follow it. I saw it open fire on the bomber from quite a distance. That seemed silly for it to was much too far away to do any good. Pokela started to attack the enemy fighter from the side but, seeing that I was in the better position, pulled off to let me do the job and to provide me cover. The Airacobra was now directly in my gunsight and I was certain about hitting it. The pilot was clearly a newcomer because he failed to look about him and especially behind. I squeezed the trigger and my machine gun bullets hit the airplane's engine which started to smoke. I was quite startled to note that my cannon hadn't fired at all. I gave the target another burst from my machine guns and the Airacobra began to glide downward. Occasionally the pilot pulled the airplane's nose up losing speed in the process. Pokela and I continued to watch the comrade when he obviously planned to bail out. Then he apparently changed his mind and continued to glide. At first I considered putting the airplane down then decided to let the pilot attempt an emergency landing because I knew he couldn't possibly make it back to his own lines. And, just so it happened. On the shore field, in our side of Vuoksi the airplane went down. The enemy had moved their better pilots to the Aunus area. We saw the Yak-9 pilots continuously over Kannas, but these men had clearly been given instructions not to engage us in aerial combat. After seeing us they always disappeared at full speed.
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Anonymous2011-02-21 20:34
We tried to get a transfer to Aunus but without success. We were told that the situation in Kannas must be secured and the continuous flow of reconnaissance information must be guaranteed. I was already 15 July when we circled over Vuosalmi watching the ground battle which was still quite fierce. I saw over Paakkola nine Yak-9 fighters and could hardly believe my eyes. My wingman, Second Lieutenant "Jakke" Nurmi, came to the same conclusion: "They're Soviets all right!" Before our other pilots even noticed what was happening we attacked. Only now did also the Soviets realize that they were engaged in aerial combat. That realization came too late.
The pilot of a Yak wound up in front of me, and was clearly a beginner in the noble art of aerial combat. It would have been better for him to have stayed a little longer in the training center. Now he was in front of my weapons without knowing what to do. Even now, his comrades were escaping with full power. I got a short burst at the airplane's fuselage, and it was done. It crashed in flames in the forest about two miles south of Kylä-Paakkola. "Jakke's" target crashed quite close to it. Next time we met a similar Yak formation over Teikari. Now the battle started in the traditional way, but quite soon the enemies started to break off. Lieutenant "Tall Jim" Joensuu joined with me in pressing hard against two enemies but they were jinking so that we couldn't get them down even though I fired at my target three times. It was like I was firing wooden bullets, for sure I was hitting.
>Finally, they were able to disappear and I couldn't find them anymore. The other pilots didn't do any better although they had chased the other airplanes all the way to Kannas. This battle wasn't mentioned very much at the base, after we had screwed ourselves up so thoroughly!
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Anonymous2011-02-21 20:49
During the rest of July and August the airspace over Kannas was virtually empty of enemy air operations. Our continuous reconnaissance flights revealed also that the enemy had begun to move its troops and resources from Kannas. The race toward Berlin was underway and bigger stakes were lying on the table there. Finland had been too bitter a pill to swallow, so it was now time to turn elsewhere. On 3 September I was with Lieutenant Risku over the trainyard of Viipuri railway station counting the train traffic. I told him to stay as far away from the anti aircraft fire as possible. We flew via Heinjoki to northeast in continuous anti aircraft artillery fire. In one fierce concentration of fire Risku lost sight of me. He tried to find me but actually met one very determined enemy fighter, They both ended up firing at each other and then continued on their routes. I told Risku to wait for me over the rendezvous point where I would meet him after I finished my mission. I was flying at 1,600 feet when a Yak dashed toward me from directly ahead. I turned toward him and shot in his face. It disappeared under me in a dive. I turned around but couldn't see it anymore although I went down to tree top level and checked the whole horizon. When I started my climb I saw a twin engine airplane in front of me about 200 yards away. Where had it been during my horizon check? I identified it as a DC-3 airplane, having a Soviet designation of Li-2. I looked very suspiciously around while I sneaked up behind it. I fired first at the fuselage, then at the engine which started to burn. Then I fired again at the fuselage. This oaf then crashed on the field at the little village of Nurmijärvi. sending up a thick smoke pillar into the sky. That same evening I had planned with Tuomikoski that we would go in the morning to see the wreck of the Li-2 so that could be confirmed for my records. On the same trip we could visit the Kilpasilta Air Base, where we could empty our weapons. On the morning of 4 September we were just making our preparations for the planned sortie when Squadron Commander, Major "Eikka" Luukkanen reported, "The war is ended. All sorties are cancelled!" I saluted and sighed, "OK, boss!"
That was a pretty abrupt ending. Mediafire link will be up in a few minutes. Happy Birthday to Eino/Eila and thanks for reading.
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Anonymous2011-02-21 20:55
>>128
By the way, if anyone wants me to post bits from other books about flying aces then that's fine too, since I'm done with Double Fighter Knight.
>>135
I see, I see. I haven't checked back and I'm sure I could be well more informed by just scrolling up. Anything new after that delicious Minna x Charlotte?
Payment = Marseille x Trude
Preview = preview of upcoming Sanya x Eila adventure story
s2AlternateEnding = meh season 2 alternate ending
Watchyoback = Minna x Shirley
At first, Sanya's familiar was supposed to be a Russian Blue, but they needed a darker color for color coordination, so they went with a black cat instead.
>>138
>http://www.mediafire.com/myfiles.php
Now, that doesn't help me at all. Also, could we perhaps get another preview sometime soon? If you wouldn't mind, of course.
Spring break in a couple weeks, should have plenty of time to finish the first chapter (I hate that I'm only finishing up the first one, feels like I should be on 10 by now) and start brainstorming and plotting out the next few chapters.
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Anonymous2011-03-07 12:22
>>150
Don't worry about it. It's good to plot out the chapters and have an inkling of what the ending is going to be. Don't want to right ourselves into a corner, now do we?
>>160
I still think he is not going to come through
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Anonymous2011-03-24 19:17
>>162
I like to think that he will get around to it. It's not like he has a definitive deadline or anything.
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Anonymous2011-03-25 0:38
>>148
Is it possible that I buy it from you once you are done with Double Fighter Knight?
I am trying to write some aftermath fanfic but lack of information is really killing me.
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ShirleyxMinna Writefag2011-03-25 7:22
Alright, so trying to write this story while dealing with graduating college in a few months was a bad idea. I thought I'd have more free time this semester but I happened to choose the most demanding classes my major has to offer so I've been struggling to find even a little time to write. Anyways, sorry for making all these promises and deadlines that I continue to fuck up but good news everyone, I only have to copy 1 page I wrote freehand, proofread and chapter 1 will finally be done. And as consolation for your patience I'm grinding out another fapfic.
A Preview: The summer heat turned the Strike Witches' base into a furnace, days were spent at the beach or in the outdoor bath trying to ward off the unbearable heat, and nights were a constant battle against the hot weather, but unfortunately even Trude's sleepwear proved virtually ineffective against the warmth. Of course the witches tried other strategies but most never worked. This night Yoshika and Lynette decided to battle the heat by making ice cream sundaes for themselves.
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Anonymous2011-03-25 12:09
>>164
Hell no, I'd never sell that book. I could, however, try to give you any information you may need. I can only d so muh though.
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Anonymous2011-03-25 12:15
>>165
Rather than working on another fapfic I'd rather you focus all your energy on the one you are working on now. One thing at a time, my dear writefag, that's what I say.
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Anonymous2011-03-25 13:04
>>166
Awww alrite.
I just want to know more about his stories in the air force- how he interact with his teammates, the younger ones, fans, etc. what he did after war is also something that I am particularly interested in.
Btw, where did you get your copy? I might as well try looking that direction.
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Anonymous2011-03-25 13:22
>>168
Well, as for what he did after the war, it doesn't say in the book. You could probably get the book on Amazom, it's not cheap though. Also, I assume you've read everything here, haven't you? >>130
and then there's this interview and some other stuff http://iaf00.tripod.com/illu.html http://www.sci.fi/~fta/finace01.htm
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Anonymous2011-03-25 13:23
>>168
If there's any more information you need I could see what I can do. Also, would you mind telling me what this fic is all about?
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Anonymous2011-03-25 14:51
>>168
As Juutilainen was decorated with the Mannerheim Cross in April 1942, the reporter of the Aunus (Olonez) radio came to interview him in the base. The natinonally famous reporter, Pekka Tiilikainen asked in a magnificent voice vibrant with patriotism:
- Tell us, Illu, about your feelings at this great moment?
Juutilainen answered - in a live transmission:
- Well, at the moment I am thinking about the delicious cabbage casserole that my mother used to make.
Humour and practical jokes had a serious purpose. The major part of a fighter pilot's life consisted of waiting for a scramble alarm - life in constant nervous tension. In addition to chatting, reading or card playing practical jokes (for example rigging a tripping wire across the path to the canteen or booby-trapping a toilet door) were a way to relieve stress and think of something else than the next sortie.
Whenever there was a special mission for Juutilainen, the young replacement pilots would literally crowd around him, each one begging: "Illu, take me with you!" They knew: when flying as his wingman they would find action. Moreover, they were sure that the enemy was not able to surprise Illu, and in a dogfight he would save you in case you got in trouble.
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Anonymous2011-03-26 0:45
>>165
Man, writing fiction must be a hassle. Fanfiction is no exception.
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Anonymous2011-03-26 19:10
>>171
>Whenever there was a special mission for Juutilainen, the young replacement pilots would literally crowd around him, each one begging: "Illu, take me with you!"
Holy shit, that would be adorable with witches.
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Anonymous2011-03-26 19:21
>>173
I liked the part where he had to get a cat down from a tree
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Anonymous2011-03-26 19:27
That part was gey. You suck.
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Anonymous2011-03-26 22:24
>>174
They should make a slice of life anime about him.
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ShirleyxMinna Writefag2011-03-26 23:24
Here is Chapter 1 of the Sanya and Eila fic, had to move to fileserve because apparently mediafire doesn't like futa porn (fags) http://www.fileserve.com/file/6qMqzb8
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Anonymous2011-03-27 0:24
>>177
Well, let's see how well you write stuff that isn't amuing smut.
I think it's okay, certainly not as good as some of my other non-fanfiction stuff but once I get into the story and the silly hijinks it'll get better.
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Anonymous2011-03-27 0:39
>>181
I like what I've read so far. I feel sorry for Sanya,I get the feeling that the real Illu is much different than her dream Illu and I'm not just talking about gender.
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Anonymous2011-03-27 0:46
>>181
You know what? I finished it and I quite liked it. Now, how many months do we have to wait for a chapter two?
>>184
Oh boy. >>185
Well then, give us an idea of what happens in the next chapter.
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Anonymous2011-03-27 1:40
>>169
Anything interesting (or not) would do. In fact I found that there are so many stuff you can use to write for things like series for daily life or whatever, it is just so amazing.
(There is a part in a book where Lilya Litvyak's mechanic talked about her in the regiment... omg, I LOVE IT.)
As for the topic of the fanfic, well, I was thinking of writing whatever I find interesting.
My specialty is tragedy, however, I do write some short stories about eilanya's daily life during and after the war. :)
>>173
According to official she IS very popular among her countrymen (countrywomen)... which is why it makes me feel SO excited about when will they released the details about her army life before 501, particularly with her wingman Lily.
Before going to 501 she was the cold beauty but now with Sanya she is totally like a teenage boy... awwww man I could not wait to see the reaction from her fans. They are gonna go all crazy.
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Anonymous2011-03-27 1:45
>>169
And yes, I think I have read everything I could get my hands on. But some reviews are always nice, they might inspire new ideas. :)
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Anonymous2011-03-27 1:53
>>187
What book was that where Litvyak's mechanic talked about her? I would love to know more about the "White Lily of Stalingrad". As for those short stories, I might like to read those too.
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Anonymous2011-03-27 1:57
>>189
A Dance with Death by Anne Noggle
Haha it will take some time, I wrote them in Chinese... ;)
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Anonymous2011-03-27 2:02
>>190
Well, damn, I'm not picking up a language just to read fanfiction. I will have to look into that book though.
Well Sanya's parents have to react, and considering how wealthy her father his he is going to try and get shit done, but of course no one is a match for the great Illu. Eila and Sanya won't really start connecting yet, it'll just be them scoping each other out, Eila wondering what it is about Sanya that makes her so nervous and Sanya trying to decide if Eila is actually Illu.
Also, what was everyone's reaction to the tone of the first chapter? I know we originally talked about it being comedic hetare silliness but for some reason it got pretty serious. Don't worry though, I don't intend on making this darkness and brooding, I plan for plenty of shenanigans to happen but I also want that moment when Sanya opens up to Eila to be more meaningful.
I dunno, I'm a sucker for the hurt/comfort/healing/consoling stuff.
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Anonymous2011-03-27 2:22
>>192
I thought the tone was alright. Could have done with less of Sanya's wishful thinking and more Eila. Comforting stuff is nice and I am a sucker for sappy stuff but try not to make this too dark or serious. Just don't add any rape an hurry up and write the next chapter.
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Anonymous2011-03-27 3:15
>>177
Just one thing, it should be "rode off" rather than "road off"
Well we've already discussed (if a little too much) the whole capture/rape scene with Eila, but she won't go down without a fight. The preview I posted had Eila being quite badass if you ask me, and the time before and after that scene when she is tending to a sick Sanya will be d'aw worthy. She the god damn Illu too, she's gonna be pretty slick as well (think Han Solo or James Bond) especially when she's in public.
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Anonymous2011-03-28 17:25
>>200
I still think rape is an extremely bad idea.
Definitely, I'm just saying it cause that was what that idea was based on. In the end it was decided that just being captured and beat up (severity not yet known) was enough.
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Anonymous2011-03-28 19:25
>>202
Well, I suppose it couldn't be too severe, dont want to end up rearranging her goddamn face or something. I get the feeling that any way it goes the scene is going to be unpleasant to read. I guess that's sort of the point though.
Eila will get messed up enough so that Sanya has to spend time healing those wounds. I suppose the ultimate purpose of that scene is for Eila to fear for her life and then Sanya come in to save her.
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Anonymous2011-03-28 23:24
>>204
Sounds alright to me. Try not to mess up that pretty face too badly though, that'd be a shame.
Well there won't be any permanent damage but she isn't going to be skipping away.
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Anonymous2011-03-29 23:27
>>208
Well, of course. A black eye or two, a cut lip, perhaps a broken nose that bleeds like crazy, bruising. Those things aren't all that bad, at least that was my experience. As for what happens to the rest of her, I'm sure it won't be too extreme.
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Anonymous2011-03-30 16:29
>>209
but you cant have her nose smashed too badly or have her spitting up her fucking teeth
I'm going, fapfic was pretty much halfway done by the time chapter 1 came out.
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Anonymous2011-03-31 17:50
>>215
Right then, keep up the good work or something along those lines.
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Anonymous2011-04-01 1:01
>>213
The Illu Sanya imagined still cracks me up, it's like she's expecting a crook to be fucking Errol Flynn or something. Can't blame a sheltered little rich girl for thinking like that I guess
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Anonymous2011-04-01 20:12
>>200
>James Bond
Hopefully without the getting knocked out every fifteen minutes and fucking random tarts part.
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Anonymous2011-04-02 14:59
>>218
But she also doesn't get nifty gadgets. I'm sure she could be suave if she tried though.
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Anonymous2011-04-03 2:50
>>213
I like your writing but Yoshika just doesn't do anything for me
>>227
d'you reckon a witch would get turned on if you started messing with their tail?
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Anonymous2011-04-05 3:59
>>228
Don't know. Speaking of tails, I really liked it when Eila's tail started wagging when Sanya showed up around the start ep6 S2. That was adorable as fuck.
Agreed, I wish they had made it a little more obvious though, I didn't notice until someone pointed it out.
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Thugnificent2011-04-05 13:35
Id like to point out that strike witches sucks yo.
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Anonymous2011-04-05 13:35
>>230
I haven't been following up recently, you mean the Eila one?
Also, I had always assumed that tails were a sensitive part of the animal, but I have nothing to back that up.
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Thugnificent2011-04-05 13:46
Fuck you #230. Wtf. Seriouslly
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Anonymous2011-04-05 13:47
>>231
That's nice, why bother posting in the thread if your opinion is negative?
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Thugnificent2011-04-05 13:49
Also fuck you 232.
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Gangstalicious2011-04-05 14:09
I just want to add that this #234 poster is a le douche also.
In the Yoshika and Lynette one, most recent one I posted.
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Anonymous2011-04-06 0:39
So have they killed the love on /a/? Are we forever doomed to the textboard?
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Anonymous2011-04-06 1:04
Never, unless moot lays down a rule. This shall pass, like any other pandemic of shitipillars.
As an aside, is is spring break somewhere? It just ended up here, eh.
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Anonymous2011-04-06 1:06
It's just another tantrum /a/ is having right now.
Best to let the LOLANTIGENERALS to cool off. They don't compare to that one guy we had a few months ago that pretty much went on a solo crusade. THAT guy was fucking determined.
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ShirleyxMinna Writefag2011-04-06 1:33
>General general thread
What the hell, instead of doing something constructive they've turned /a/ into a shitfest of non-/a/ related general threads. Sometimes 4chan has the most retarded logic.
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Anonymous2011-04-06 3:02
>>177
I gotta say the premise of the story very vaguely reminds me of this one movie with Clark Gable and Claudette something-or-other. Don't know why.
When does the next radio show air? When does the next chapter of Strike Witches Zero come out? What's the status on scans for the various doujinshi? What about those magazine articles?
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Anonymous2011-04-06 16:16
>>243
Interesting. of course, unlike Serafin (What the fuck kind of name is that), Eila is the real deal. Right?
She's the god damn Illu, of course she's the real deal, though the idea of Eila and Sanya starting a troupe and going around the world bursting out into spontaneous song and dance is humorous.
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Anonymous2011-04-06 23:04
>>251
The idea of anyone bursting out into spontaneous song and dance is pretty funny. That's why I like musicals. >>242
You're thinking of "It Happened One Night". Pretty good movie, won all five academy awards.
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Anonymous2011-04-07 2:13
>>251
I would watch the fuck out of a strike witches musical
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Anonymous2011-04-07 2:19
>>249
Why don't you go check the gener-OH WAIT. God, I'm completely out of the loop without the general thread on /a/
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ShirleyxMinna Writefag2011-04-07 2:29
I'd kill to see a Strike Witches or Baccano musical
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Anonymous2011-04-07 2:47
Baccano might be good. Strike Witches would just be many harmonies of "Sugoi!"
It was dead until there was that huge fight about fan-created material which ended up having the writers posting their material here while the drawfags pretty much got chased off completely.
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Anonymous2011-04-07 23:39
>>260
Speaking of writing, how many months do you reckon it'll take until chapter 2 is done?
Already 4 pages into the next chapter and I could finish the chapter within 1 or 2 pages, only problem is I don't know which is better; releasing 5 - 7 pages more often or >10 less often. Also, now that I've gotten over that initial hump (I really didn't have much planned for the beginning, that's what took so damn long) so my pace has picked up.
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Anonymous2011-04-08 1:10
>>262
I'd rather you take the first option, then again I'm terribly impatient.
>>271
That's a nice surprise to wake up to. Can't read it right now though.
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Anonymous2011-04-09 12:20
>>271
Those two must make quite an odd pair. You've got a rich young lady in a fur coat and a bloody nightgown and some scruffy looking ruffian traipsing about together, sounds like they'd stand out a bit. Kind of feel bad for Sanya though, the charming thief she's been daydreaming about has turned out to be a clumsy, socially incompetent, teenaged girl.
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Anonymous2011-04-09 15:39
Can someone tell me some famous battles/events/general knowledge of Finland in war with Russian in WW2?
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Anonymous2011-04-09 19:42
>>274
I'd reccomend you read "The Unknown Soldier" by Väinö Linna. If you can't get your hands on the book just watch the movie.
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Anonymous2011-04-09 19:49
>>274
I can tell you that the soviet propaganda told the Russians that the Mannerheim line was as strong as the Maginot line. In reality it was weak as fuck. Hey, they had to have some explanation as to why the Red Army was doing such a shit job.
>>273
I feel worse for Eila. She fucked up royally on her little heist, she keeps getting criticism which she obviously can't handle and she accidentally kidnapped (how the hell someone accidentally kidnaps a person is beyond me) a Russian heiress with some emotional baggage. That must have been a pretty shitty night.
She doesn't take the criticism that hard, it just catches her off guard (she's never had anyone around to criticize her). Sanya's emotional baggage won't come up that often, I don't want her to just be this dead weight of crying little girl but it will keep her a little distant for a while.
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Anonymous2011-04-10 16:25
>>271
>Nipa has been demoted to mode of transportation
I lol'd.
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Anonymous2011-04-10 16:33
>>280
>how the hell someone accidentally kidnaps a person is beyond me
It seemed like a good idea at the time. I wonder if Sanya realizes that Eila just kidnapped her for no good reason. >>281
I'm looking forward to more shenanigans and interactions between Sanya and Eila. Also, overly polite Eila is adorable.
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Anonymous2011-04-10 16:45
>>279
My rule of thumb is that remakes of older movies pale in comparison to the original.
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Eila2011-04-10 19:43
Lol. This thread sucks
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Picard2011-04-10 19:51
Strike Witches kinda sucked. /thread
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Anonymous2011-04-10 21:35
/thread. It sucks. Gantz is cool though.This is now officialy a Gantz thread.
Sanya is going to catch Eila using her powers and just start rubbing her ears. Then Eila talks about witches and their powers and she mentions that Sanya might be a witch. Then the two go off to Dagobah where a 900 year old swamp dweller (Minna) teaches Sanya to use her witch powers.
>>300
>catch someone in the middle of using their magical HAX powers
>first response is to touch DEM EARS
Oh wow. Also, >>301
Something to do with Star Wars and a "Minna is old" jab for good measure.
Well it's not like you could see Eila's powers in the first place, she doesn't shoot lightning or get super-strong. The scene will probably play out with Eila trying to foretell what is coming up (maybe with tarot cards or something) and Sanya will just catch her in the act.
The thing I'm having trouble with is deciding how to approaches witches as a whole. Should they be general knowledge like the in the source material or the alternate option I was thinking of is have them be so rare that they are almost treated as myth. In the end Sanya wouldn't know much about witches anyways and she won't fear Eila so her reaction will most likely be playful curiosity.
Also, are witches ever discriminated against in the novels/manga?
Star Wars reference was for my own amusement
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Anonymous2011-04-12 1:51
>>304
Should be pretty general knowledge, never heard of witches being discriminated against either.
>>305
They're still not terribly common things though.
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ShirleyxMinna Writefag2011-04-12 3:58
I think I'll just go with they are general knowledge but rare enough so that some people have never seen one in person, and they are generally treated with wonder and awe instead of hostility. Though I guess meeting some anti-witch people along the way might be interesting.
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Anonymous2011-04-12 10:44
>>303
You'd do the same thing and you fucking know it.
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Anonymous2011-04-12 18:45
>>278 >>279
Reading the book would be the best. I'm currently in the middle of reading it and I've got to say it's wonderful.
Sanya seems to be an atypical night witch.
In Karlsland the night witches use strikers like bf110 and Ju88 which are somewhat exclusive for them. Because of the great load capacity and shields the witches can carry heavy weapons and fly longer, but mobility and speed suffers. Although the study for the equipment to put on strikers which allows the formation of magic antennas continues, it's really hard to train witches' familiars who don't have the natural ability, and the equipment is heavy and wastes a lot of magic.
Because in Orussia night warfare striker development hasn't advanced Sanya uses normal fighter type strikers, which is why she has restrictions on heavy loadouts (Fliegerhummer isn't as heavy as it looks). This causes that Sanya must have a superb natural proficiency with the antennas. Using the Fliegerhummer, which uses slow moving rockets takes great amount of skill also.
Although she is at a disadvantage because of her strikers, not being able to use heavy weapons and antenna enforcers (she has more maneuverability though), she is still considered top class and a very influencial person in Karlsland.
So as Ningen summarized it: "Sanya's strong, well, she is in 501 so I guess it was a given."
Also, exhaust extinction is one equipment that helps the use of radar, because normally the heat that gets into the ether creates noise in the magic radar.
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Anonymous2011-04-13 10:53
>>311
But it's not really all that related to Strike Witches.
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Anonymous2011-04-13 23:17
>>312
That's pretty neat >>313
It's related to the war isn't it? There's probably other people who'd like to hear it
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Anonymous2011-04-14 9:58
>>314
Let me finish reading it first and then I will think about it.
They had not eaten since yesterday. Having learned from experience that there was no telling when they would get their next meal, they had divided their bread into two parts: one to eat, one to save. Then they would break off a bit of the saved part, a little while later another bit, and soon it would be gone. Later they would ask: -Has anyone got any bread? I'll give half a cigarette for it.
-I had some yesterday, but I've eaten it.
They had turned off the road into the forest in the evening and were still pushing forward, ignorant of where they were being led and for what purpose.
-Let's shift loads.
-I carried it longer than last time.
-Christ, I'll be damned if I'll go on carrying the thing!
-Stop grousing all the time! Hand over the tripod, I'll take it.
The speaker was Lehto.
A spruce branch sprang back into someone's face.
-Holy Christ, can't you be more careful, you pisshead?
-You watch your goddamn tongue!
-Think I'm going to take shit from you?
The battle of words never led to a fight or even to bad feelings; with the disappearance of the exhaustion and nervous tension which was its cause, the quarrel was forgotten as though it never occured.
No one thought of cursing Koskela, for he was never without a burden. While the others spelled each other, he handed back one piece of equipment only to take another man's burden, helping each of the machine-gun crews in turn. Some men objected to letting him carry them, but they did not persist in their refusal for they were actually grateful for his help. Lehto did not want to appear in a worse light, so he too carried continuously.
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Anonymous2011-04-22 2:48
>>330
-Where's Number One gun's barrel?" Koskela asked.
-Maatta has it.
-Where's he?
-I saw him walking over there a minute ago.
-Keep moving. We can't stop to look for anyone.
-You've tried to keep out of Maatta's sight so you wouldn't have to take the barrel, and now you've let him get lost" growled Hietanen.
-Oh keep your mouth shut" Sihvonen said angrily.-We've all done our fair share of carrying.
Prrrrrr.
A long chattering burst from a tommy gun put an end to the conversation and sent them tumbling to their knees, their hearts hammering.
I'l finish the rest of what I had planned to type out tomorrow.
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Anonymous2011-04-23 2:51
>>331
-What was that?
-Russkies, what else?
-Machine guns, stations!
Wearily they dragged their weapons into position. The barrel of Number One gun was still missing, and Lahtinen wanted to go back and look for Maatta, feeling himself responsible for his disappearance. But Koskela forbade him.
-You'll never find anyone in these woods. The firing will tell him where we are.
The Russians were banging away perfunctorily from the darkness now, Koskela whispered:
-We're supposed to be covering one flank of a general advance. We may have a long wait ahead of us, so we'll stand half-hour watches, and let those not om guard rest.
Guards were posted and the rest withdrew to the shelter of some tall spruce standing a short distance in the rear. Raindrops dripped from the branches and the wet blueberry bushes and ferns soaked their already sodden boots. But the sky had paled and now they could dimly see each other. They were an ugly lot: faces covered with dirt and stubble, eyes empty and expressionless, mouths grim and set. Could this still only be the fourth day of the war dawning?
They wrapped themselves in their overcoats, but the cold made sleep impossible. And each time the desultory firing grew sharper, they would start into a sitting position and look about questioningly until it slackened. Then the tenseness left their faces and they sank down again.
Soon the rain stopped and the sky became still brighter. A breeze shook little showers from the branches, and their wet garments collected litter from the carpet of needles under the spruce. A bird broke hesitatingly into song, and far away the guns rumbled.
Rahikainen stood leaning against a tree trunk, staring at his water logged boots and humming softly to himself until Lehto, glancing at his watch, declared that Vanhala and Salo had to be relieved.
-Is it my turn already? asked Rahikainen.
-It sure as hell is.
-God damn, I might have known. They'd never get to Moscow without me.
Grumbling, he slung his rifle and went off with Sihvonen to the guard post. Their footsteps hardly died away when a rustling sound came from the forest. The men seized their rifles and listened.
-Halt! Give the password!
-I've forgotten the damn thing. But I'll give you the day before yesterday's if that's any use.
-Is that you, Maatta?
-It's me. Is the gun there?
They were overjoyed to see Maatta back, although they had actually worried very little about the situation, knowing that he would master the situation somehow. Maatta was dripping wet but as unpertrubed as ever as he stood looking around him in silence as though taking stock of how things might have changed in his absence. In general he tried to get along without asking questions, and now again he left the initiative to others.
-Where have you been?
-Lost.
-How did you find your way here?
-I guessed from the shooting.
Sitting under a spruce Maatta began taking off his boots. He squeezed the water from his socks before remarking to casually to Koskela:
-There's a hell of a lot of Russians in the forest. Maybe we ought to let the battalion brass know. In fact, maybe we ought to take a look ourselves.
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Anonymous2011-04-23 3:11
>>332
-Where?
-Over that way a mile or so. It's hard to guess distances.
Hurriedly Koskela sent a messenger off to carry Maatta's news to headquarters, and shortly received a reply saying that the Second Company would comb the area. They felt better after that but still they kept their rifles ready. And as their tension waned, their hunger grew. Soon the talk turned again to the subject of food.
-You know I'm hungry?
-How can you be when you ate only yesterday morning?
-Jesus, how I'd like to be back in civvies!
-Civvies! I'd be satisfied with a piece of bread and I can't even get that.
-I wonder how long the brass thinks a man can keep on his feet on the rations we're getting" said Vanhala
Lahtinen snorted with bitter contempt.
-Think? They don't think, they know. They've counted the calories in your rations. Go complain and they'll lay the figures down in front of you to prove you can't be hungry. As a matter of fact, it'd take a brave man to complain after what they did to Isoaho.
Isoaho was a First Company private who had taken a visiting inspecting general's query as to whether anyone had any complaints to literally. Afterwards he had been put through the mill until he was nearly driven out of his mind. Three times a day he was weighed on a scale and no sooner had he gotten back from one medical examination than he was ordered to a new one. All this plus the way the officers and the NCOs picked on him made him bitterly regret that he had ever opened his mouth.
Hietanen slapped the wet knees of his trousers as he said:
-I don't know anything about calories. but my belly tells me there's not enough of 'em.
-Mm. Your stomach may tell you that, but do you think the brass understands what your guts say? Soldier's bellies have been growling so for so long that the brass have forgotten what the rumbles mean. Especially since their own bellies are full.
Lahtinen spoke in all seriousness, but Hietanen only burst out laughing:
-You know, boys, I've heard that you can learn how to throw your voice so that it sounds like it's coming from your belly. We ought to learn, so every time the brass goes by our guts can holler "food."
Vanhala rocked with laughter, Lahtinen's attempt to indoctrinate his companions had had no more effect than on a thousand previous occasions. And his failure well illustrated the difference between grousing and revolt. The men were always ready to deride their country's upper class, but all attempts to lend political significance to to their mockery met with laughterm for their criticisms were never more than half serious. Similarly they fought shy of the waving flag of patriotism. "Damned preacher" was how they described any Educational Officer who was prone to such talk.
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Anonymous2011-04-23 3:22
>>333
Vanhala was so overcome with mirth that only with an effort could he speak:
-All our bellies talking, khee-hee! What would the brass say to that?
Lahtinen wass in the vicious moods which these clashes always aroused in him. He knew that he ought to hold his tongue, but his present physical misery increased his bitterness to such an extent that he went on:
-What would they say? They'd throw you in jail and give you a Bible to read so you could see that there's something holy in hunger.
And you can't deny that hunger has been turned into a tradition in Finland, a tradition the rich have made the poor believe is sacred. Our army has gone into battle half-dead with hunger for six or seven hundred years, always with a bare behind showing through its rags. First it was the Swedes we had to make history for, and now it's our gentry's turn. Rich old men and women need something to shed a few tears over, so they're glad there are poor people they can help to show their own goodness That's the way it would be with us too-if we had bread and decent clothes, where would the heroism be?
That's all for this installment. If you liked it I would be willing to do more. If you didn't like it that's fine too.
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Anonymous2011-04-23 15:21
>>308
I am looking forward to the wacky misadventures of Litvyak and Juutilainen. Next chapter when?
Later this week maybe, schedule is still pretty hectic but I've got ~5 pages done and they are about to get to a good stopping point. Chapter after this one has a chance for a guest appearance so I'm excited about that.
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Anonymous2011-04-24 1:04
>>336
Guest appearance? Neat. Also, I noticed that when Eila and Sanya formally introduced themselves to one another they didn't use their full names, now, that's not proper etiquette.
Eila is a thief, I didn't want her revealing herself quite yet. As for Sanya I guess she should have but at the same time she only sees Eila as an acquaintance so there's no reason for her to give away her full name either. And a hint for the guest...every Han Solo needs a Boba Fett
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Anonymous2011-04-24 11:38
>>337
You know what else isn't proper etiquette? Breaking into someone's house and kidnapping them.
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Anonymous2011-04-24 12:30
noooooooooo niggers here boss
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Anonymous2011-04-24 13:38
>>338
Got Star Wars on the mind, chief? >>339
She's a poorfag from Finland, what do you expect?
>>338
Is it Elma? I bet it's Elma. It's Elma, right?
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Anonymous2011-04-26 1:48
>>271
Oddly enough, the only thing that bothered me in this chapter was Eila's brown coat. Probably because I'm thinking of those brown Russian uniforms as opposed to those grey Finnish uniforms.
Funny that in my outlines I've shied away from that, which is weird considering that was the original idea but I'm not sure where to incorporate it now.
Sanya is not quite convinced yet, but with the completion of this chapter they've only spent a few days together so it's understandable, Eila hasn't had the chance to prove herself yet.
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Anonymous2011-04-27 2:37
>>353
It's not like Eila has to act like a total hetaretard but she's still a hetare so it won't be surprising for her to come off as awkward.
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Anonymous2011-04-27 2:49
>>353
but lighthearted silliness and romance is what I signed on for. And the beating.
The lighthearted silliness I'll have to work in somewhere, maybe the encounter(s) with Elma Fett will be silly instead of cool/badass, but don't worry about that spoiler, there will be plenty of that.
let go of psn pleez anonymous we all whant our multyplayer back u will just make people hate u if u keep this up pleez do not hack me i suport your case but we do not whant this to afect our gaming........
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Anonymous2011-04-27 15:20
this series is shit. it's too busy focusing on missing pantsu and not enough on plot.
My story will only contain stuff from the Strike Witches' universe, fuck shitty crossovers.
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Anonymous2011-04-27 20:55
>>362
Speaking of fucking, Any fapfics on the horizon?
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Anonymous2011-04-27 22:33
>>362
Well, I figured you wouldn't do something that stupid. It was the idea of Elma as some badass bounty hunter that got to me. That shit aint logical.
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ShirleyxMinna Writefag2011-04-27 23:11
>>364
Yeah it won't be Elma, I'm still deciding who would be good as a bounty hunter, not necessarily a complete badass but a witch that would make a decent bad guy. I'd rather not introduce an original character, though maybe I could use one of the witches from the French drawfag
>>363
I do have ~1 page of a Krupi/Naoe/(someone else) one. Thinking of making a MinnaxPerinne one but that's still being brainstormed
I'm open to ideas
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Anonymous2011-04-27 23:25
halp /a/ brother win a scholarship? Please vote for me here:
Perinne as a bad guy? I might do that considering how much I hate her
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Anonymous2011-04-28 2:15
>>369
Well she seems like the type to hold a grudge and she has dat rapier. There's also the fact that she wouldn't be as efficient in her role compared to other witches. I do hope this story remains relatively light-hearted. Looking forward to the cute scenes too
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Anonymous2011-04-28 2:21
>>353
It's not like you have to make Eila act totally ridiculous but I'm sure there are plenty of moments where she might end up acting clumsy or goofily around Sanya. Eila is basically "A schoolboy in love" or whatever and it's adorable as fuck.
Eila acts more nervous/protective in the coming chapters. I like the idea of Perinne as the baddie too, she seems to get flustered easily and I think that could work well with Eila and Sanya's personalities. Her tsun personality helps of course.
>>373
To each their own, I just feel that Perrine just gets a lot of necessary and undeserved hate in most of the threads because it's "cool" to hate on her.
Anyways, any ideas on who would be the dom in the whole Perrine x Minna?
I just never found her appealing which is odd because I usually like tsundere characters, maybe her being rude to just about everyone is what put me off. And after Minna getting completely wrecked by Shirley I think it's time she get some payback, just with Perinne instead.
Or what do you guys think about Perinne getting caught spying on Minna and Mio and both of them dominating Perinne then Mio "satisfying" both of her admirers?
>>376
Yeah, Perrine's rudeness is unappealing. Then again, Eila's sort of rude at times too yet I don't seem to mind. Finns are rude and standoffish anyhow
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Anonymous2011-04-29 0:28
Perrine is the cutest witch. She's not rude at all, She's actually very considerate and polite so sometimes she gets surprised by the rude behaviours of the others and act thereafter.
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Anonymous2011-04-29 1:47
>>376
I've got to say again, loved that domination that Shirley did.
I can't really see Mio being caught into this though, that's just my opinion though.
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Anonymous2011-04-29 2:35
>>379
I consider acting like a jerk to be rather rude. She got nicer in the second season though, still a bit unpleasant.
>>407
Got shot down around Orel returning from a escort to a flight of Il-2s. Sustained a mortal head wound.
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Anonymous2011-05-21 20:42
>>407
Writefag is a busy, busy man maybe. Also, he never updates on when he sets deadlines.
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ShirleyxMinna Writefag2011-05-21 20:58
Proofreading chapter 3 tonight so it will be up in less than 24 hours. As for the fapfic it got a lot more complicated so that will be a few more days.
Yeah it was cheesy, especially the ending, but I'm not going for something super original here (not saying I won't try) I think the story will end up using plenty of cliches and obvious allusions, but I plan on making them tasteful...most of the time. You can also expect plenty of famous/silly one liners (Eila saying "criminal scum") and the such.
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Anonymous2011-05-23 0:30
>>411
You think Eila would've realised she has a massive hardon for Sanya by now.
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Anonymous2011-05-23 2:04
>>413
You mentioned a fapfic in your last post, what's this about?
Yeah, I wish I had put a little less emphasis on that, I didn't intend for Eila to be affected this quickly, though I've decided to speed things up so they will soon have a strong bonding experience that makes EIla realize without a doubt how she feels about Sanya.
Quick preview: Perrine confronts Minna about how she is stealing Mio away (you know how those crazy yandere are) and the two get into a fight that ends with Perrine winning and punishing Minna. Special guest comes in to turn it into a threesome.
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Anonymous2011-05-23 2:53
>>414
>hardon
I thought this wasn't going to be that sort of fic
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Anonymous2011-05-23 2:54
>>416
Perrine possibly dominating Minna? A special guest? My body will never be ready. Is it Mio?
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Anonymous2011-05-23 4:19
>>416
Oh damn, Surprise Perrine dom?
I thought Minna was going to be dominating her from what I read above. Surprising turn of events. I look forward to it.
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Anonymous2011-05-23 17:32
>>414
It's to be expected of a commoner with who has poor apple etiquette. I'm sure she'll eventually figure out that strange sensation she's feeling is the feeling known as "She wants to fuck"
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Anonymous2011-05-26 14:06
>>411
I wouldn't describe her hair as "dirty blonde", hell, it's practically white.
True, I guess I've been using fan art as reference, which often gives her hair a blondish tint. But even in official art it tends to change colors from gray to white to dull blonde.
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Anonymous2011-05-26 23:44
>>422
Still, dirty blonde is pretty dark and has flecks of brown in it, as far as I know.
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Anonymous2011-05-27 1:09
>>423
Perhaps he was insinuating that her hair is unwashed.
This is true, I guess I will go with "dull blonde". Really I just want another way to refer to the characters (first fic I wrote I pretty much used just their names and got criticized to hell for it) and this seemed to be the best way.
Took a break for a while but I'm getting back into it. This chapter is pretty long and rather depressing, maybe even rage-inducing. Doesn't help that I've started 4 non-SW fics either.
Christmas, and it will be a lot more than just the Sanya and Eila adventure. Hopefully we will be getting some official Christmas artwork and some stuff from the other fan artists.
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Anonymous2011-11-30 20:55
>>456
A lot more, huh? Like what? (Hopefully something to deal with Perrine.)
Between the 4 I'm working on or are finished there's at least 40 pages of content. The other 2 I might cut short simply because I will be exhausted and have other things I need to do over the winter break anyways. I find it doubtful there will be anything other than these 6, and even then it's a stretch.
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Anonymous2011-12-03 16:10
>>450
Heh, maybe I'd have better luck asking in February for such a thing.