Sakura Wars Fan Fiction ❯ Cherry Warz ❯ Protect My Special Thing ( Chapter 1 )

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

Warning: This fanfiction work contains adult material.ÿ Reader's discretion is strongly advised.ÿ All those participating in sex are 18 years of age or older.ÿ The views presented within this fic does not reflect the views of the author; this is clearly fan work and should not be taken seriously.

Sakura Taisen ¸ Sega Enterprises Ltd. 1996-1998 ¸ Red 1996-1998


The year is Taisho-12 (1923), and Japan is preparing itself for a fight against the demons that plague their lands.

We shall start at Kanzaki Heavy Industries, where their latest weapons are introduced.

Engineers: YOU'RE GOING TO NAME THEM WHAT??!!

Sumire: That's right, gentlemen! "Weapons of Humongously Absolute Terror!" These demons won't even stand a chance once we enter the battlefield with these babies!

Sumire Kanzaki is the resident bitch, strong esper, and daughter of the tycoon who built up this multi-million-dollar empire. She's sitting pretty on one of the three steam powered mecha units that her father calls the Oubu. It'll be unfortunate for him to find the first three models colored pink and with ribbons all over them.

Sumire: Bow, you peasants! Bow before the sheer might of these monstrous mechs! For they...! HEY!! Where are you guys going?!

Engineer 1: Coffee break, lady! Our job here is done!

Engineer 2: Yeah. So go find some other clown to torture, will ya?

Sumire: HOW DARE YOU!! I'll make sure that you pedophiles will never work in this country again! I got people on my payroll that'll come to your house and kill you in your sleep! I got...!

S_Dad: Sumire!

Sumire: Huh? Yes, daddy? ^_^

S_Dad: Shut up!

Sumire: Ouch...


Salutations, my name is Ichirou Ougami! I'm all up in the Imperial Navy because Japan's my home. I wanna protect this place; so you know the drill!

Anyway, I've been hearing about how these demons appear from outta nowhere and start attacking the whole damn yey. And me and my team were like, "Da Hell?! There ain't no such things as demons!" But we'd been proven wrong when one of these 'outta-towners' decided to come by and smack us upside our heads. Now we're all like scared to smoldering death! Our ships wouldn't make it past 5 nauts before we turned cowards and turned back.

I heard from the underground that the higher-ups are setting up a special team to smack these punks right back down. "The sooner the better" is all I have to say! I'll be the first in the kitchen to prepare lunch for those soldiers who can actually take one of them down.

But the next day; when I wasn't paying attention...*

Ayame: Are you Ichirou Ougami?

Ichirou: Sure is. What can I do you for, ma'am?

Ayame: I am Ayame Fujieda, Commander of the "Imperial Floral Assault Unit." And I'm in need of your services.

Ichirou: Huh? Really? THE Imperial Floral Assault Unit needs me?

Ayame: Yes. I need you to be the commanding officer of our unit stationed in Japan. But first I need to do a test on you.

Ichirou: [Hand to the back of his head and blushing.] Well, ma'am. I'm not really up in my "demon-fighting" skills as of late, but I'll do my best!

So, from the top deck of the Japanese Navy's battle cruiser, Ichirou follows her down through the ship and into the private quarters. All the while he'd figure that he'll ask Ayame what type of tests she'll perform on him when they get there.

Ayame: So what do you think of me? Am I good looking?

Ichirou: Well of course you're good looking. But what type of tests are you gonna perform on me?

A vein pops in the back of Ayame's head. Of course she would need some type of excuse in order for him to go along with her. She walks closer to him; causing the navy officer to sweat like a marathon runner. Ayame puts her face closer to hers as she takes him by the hand.

Ayame: Well, first of all... I'm gonna need samples from you.

Ichirou: S- Samples?

Ayame: Sperm... Samples...

Ichirou had pitched a tent within his tight pants. He nervously tries to figure out how to get out of this situation. It's not that he doesn't wanna do it with some hot officer chick. It's just that he might get caught by the higher-ups, and something like this would instantly land him into a court marshall; emphasizing the term for women being bad luck on a navy ship.

Ichirou: Ma'am... This is NOT a good idea.

Ayame: Don't worry, Officer Ougami. I assure you that nobody will interfere.

Miss Fujieda is already kneeling down and going through his pants like a vicious animal who had nothing to eat in months. She smacked away any attempt for Ichirou to get her off him. And she successfully grabs a hold of his enlarged member. Any pleas and disagreements from him had been drowned out by the smell of man in front of her face, and soon the feel of rock-hard flesh inside of her mouth.

Ichirou, on his end, suddenly feels the rush of wet warm female sucking and licking on his pole. And his need to get this woman off of him give way to the need to get off and blow in the woman's mouth as soon as he can. Ayame does not disappoint; giving Ichirou the best oral since the hay-days of voluntary white-slavery (i.e. the "Maiden Of..." hentai anime series).

He grabs Ayame by the back of her head; urging her to keep up the pace. Meanwhile, she wraps her arm around Ichirou's butt as she keeps working on his meat with her mouth and tongue. Finally, Ichirou reaches his peak and grunts loudly. Ayame takes it as a sign and awaits the streams of white jizz which escapes the pisser of his cock and fills the bottom of her throat. She didn't realize that there was more coming; so she swallows the first load (nearly choking on the next) and lets some of the rest drool out of her mouth.

Ichirou slides down the wall in a tired, relieved slump. He then looks over at Ayame who is coughing from the jizz going down the wrong passage way.

Ichirou: My apologies, ma'am. I'd just gotten carried away, that's all.

Ayame: *COUGH-COUGH!!* *COUGHEM!!* No need to apologize. In fact, we're not done yet.

She lays on the nearby bed; her legs spread-eagle with her hand parting her blue, frilly panties and opening up her cunt for Ichirou to see. He takes the hint as he grabs her by the ass and starts licking away at her sex. She orders him around like a drill sergeant to go lower and deeper with his tongue, but his natural expertise with his tongue causes her to lose any sternness she might have left.

Ichirou feels up and down her legs as he licks along her sex. The feel of a woman's smooth skin along darkened hosiery adds to his heightened pleasure. And he does his best to put her in that same state of bliss. He and Ayame are now totally oblivious to the outside world beyond the sound-proof doors of the room they're in.

Finally, Ayame howls loudly and uncharacteristically as she reaches her orgasm; filling the young sailor's mouth with her cum. Ichirou wasn't prepared for it though. He nearly drowns on it and gags; having to remove himself from her sex. He then looks toward Ms. Fujieda, currently basking in the afterglow of the oral sex performance, and lets some time pass before he asks her if they could take the next step.

Ayame answers him by moving herself onto the bed and urging him to join her. He positions himself on top of her; finding her blouse opened and her bra hiked over her ample breasts. He kisses her in the mouth as he's treated with a weird, but intoxicating, feel of another tongue dueling with his. He then kisses down her neck and towards her breasts; fondling them and licking each nipple.

He moves back up towards her face as she grabs him by he meat and guides it into her wet, waiting sex. Ichirou pushes his member all the way into her, causing her to moan from the sensation. And then he starts thrusting; slowly at first, and then faster. Fast enough to the point where they start screwing like rabbits in spring's college Calculus courses.

All the while Ayame holds onto him for dear life; clawing at his back to mix the pain with pleasure. And her moaning goes to her loudest once again as she reaches her peak. Her orgasm causes her to drench the still bombarding member, helping Ichirou to reach his peak. A small voice in his head tells him to pull out of her, but he's unable to due to a pair of muscular legs constricting around his waist. So he ends up shooting his seed deep into her...

Time passes; and nobody on the ship knows any more about what Ichirou and Ayame are doing. Luckily the demons didn't commence an attack bad enough that they would need help from the Japanese Navy. Or else the ship would leave dock and the situation between the now resting sailor and officer would be exposed.

At any rate, Ichirou gazes at the woman he had sex with. His hand is now caressing the area under Ayame's breasts while her arm is wrapped over his neck and down his back.

Ayame: You past the test, Ichirou Ougami. You must now come with me to the Imperial Capital.

Ichirou: Huh?! That's it? That's the test? What kind of test was it anyway?

Ayame: (Damn, this guy asks too many questions!) Well... Uh... You've already past the test given by the naval review. I'm just some horny old woman who was using it as an excuse to get screwed by a handsome young man like yourself.

Ichirou: [Sweatdrops all over his forehead.] Oh... I see... Heh-heh... No complaints from me. (I just hope that the whole unit isn't filled with nymphomaniacs like yourself...)

Which is quite unfortunate as the location switches to the Imperial Capital Theater. Here, you'll find the infuriated Kanna Kirishima trying to lay the smackdown on the equally angered Sumire Kanzaki. Maria Tachibana, entrusted leader of the "Floral Assault Unit," tries to break up the fight but ends up being punched to the far-by wall. Iris Chateaubriand, youngest member of FAU, is angered by the fact that these two women are fighting. She tries to use her psychic powers to stop them, but she ends up joining Maria as an imprint on the wall.

The fight between Kanna and Sumire ensues; only to be interrupted when the doors of the theater fling open with a loud BOOM. Sakura Shinguuji enters the scene, with sword in hand and a look on her face that would make Genjuro Kibagami cringe. She makes her way towards the stage as the four other girls look onward...

She then takes to the nearby seat and... Pulls a bag of popcorn from out of nowhere; asking the two ladies to continue on with the fight. The whole scene explodes from complete exasperation... Or maybe the explosion came from another one of Li Kou Ran's failed experiments. 0_0;


Kanna: Ooh, that Ougami character is SOO fathering my child!

Sumire: Nonsense! He shall be MY personal slave!

Kanna: Ain't gonna happen, lady!

Sumire: We'll see about that, you amazon!

Sakura: He's interested in neither of you. Look.

The two ladies turn their heads to find Ichirou talking with Maria and helping her carry some stuff...

Sumire: AAARRGH!! HOW DARE HE!!

Kanna: Well, what did you expect? Ethnic monogamy?

Sakura: And this will be in the next episode, "Blushing Starshooter." We'll see you then.