Sakura Wars Fan Fiction ❯ Cherry Warz ❯ Blushing Starshooter ( Chapter 2 )

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

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Major disappointment! Saying "this sucks" is too barbaric. At least when you say "major disappointment," it has some kind of taste to it.

Commander Ayame Fujieda told him that the headquarters of the "Imperial Floral Assault Unit" would be in an undisclosed location. Said location just happens to be an oversized playhouse (of all places). Letdown #1.

Letdown #2 came in the forms of the opposite sex. Six of them; ranging in different shapes and flavors. And one or more of them might be a were-slut waiting to happen. Buddha forbid that the little French girl holding the teddy bear turns out to be one.

And here comes the kicker known as "Letdown #3." Officer Ichirou Ougami's commissional task (despite finding out about the secret underground base where the WHAT... I mean, Oubu, have been stationed) would be to dance on stage along with said six main female characters. Which means that he would have to wear the dreaded "leotard" apparel and practice dancing around in it.

Ichirou freshly states that he _does_ _not_ do the "tutu thing;" wishing, at the least, to utilize his manly strength selling tickets and doing janitorial work. But that remark had been heavily frowned upon by his fellow "co-stars." Driving the stake into his heart is Ayame who dictates the EXTREME importance of this "strategy" that would aide them in the fight against the demons... And let's just say that the conversation about it had ended right then and there.

This, Sak-War fanz, is where the limits of Ichirou's chivalry gets tested. He didn't turn down his new role. He took it with as much gumption as the next patriotic soldier fighting to protect his country. When he was called in by the six ladies, as well as the kipper first lieutenant Ikki Yoneda, for help; he took it all in stride. In fact, when the demons did attack, his outgoing personality had been more of a help than a hindrance when everyone threw themselves into the fight.

And then comes... The other half of the battle...


One month since Ichirou came to the Imperial Capital; during another one of those "colorful" dance practices...

Ayame: One! Two! Three, Ougami! One...! TWOOOOOO!!! My, that's a pretty big erection you have there, Mr. Ougami!

Ichirou: Damn...

Sumire: Of course his erection is big. He's in the presence of the most beautiful, smartest, and grandest young woman in all of Japan; Sumire Kanzaki (of course ^_- ).

Ichirou: Dammit...

Kanna: And yesterday you said that you have the most perfect boobs, best pussy, and tightest ass.

Sumire: (That's exactly what I said, but... -_-# ) SHUT THE HELL UP!!

Ichirou: NOT IN FRONT OF THE KID, LADIES!!

Iris: What? Just because I am small you wish to treat me like a child?

Ichirou: Well... It's just that you're too young t-

Iris: I am a fucking midget, you cock! And I can fuck any man as fast and as furious as the next slut! Got me?!

Ichirou realizes that things are starting to spiral out of control. He decides to put his best face forward whilst he moves his body backwards toward the door. But he had been held steadfast by the still-complaining Kanna and Sumire. And the ladies tackle the struggle young officer down to the floor as Iris reaches for him and proceed to do things that anti child porn groups would kill me for if I type them down.

Maria just sighed as she looked towards the commotion. Ayame did what she usually does when something like this happens (read: joins in). Sakura suddenly decided to go and mop the hallway floors. And Kou Ran finally succeeded in creating something that didn't explode in her face. It did put her to sleep by the way... Which is unfortunate for me to write her out of the story since she's also a hot little thing.

It's been found out WAY later that Iris IS INDEED a midget. Anytime sooner, like during the demon war instead of after it, and Ichirou wouldn't have such a large burden to carry on his saddened back. If his friends back in the navy ever found out what he had to deal with on a daily basis, they'd kill him in order to take his place. Not that finding a replacement wouldn't be a bad idea... But just as long as he can at least get to first base with... Maria.

That early afternoon, Ichirou tiredly makes his way down the hallway to his room; nearly bumping into Sakura as she outperforms the latest in modern-day mop-omatic machines. His mind, usually filled with visions of dancing Tachibana's, is now trying to figure out how to stray her away from the onslaught of dirt he'd been receiving.

Ichirou: Okay... She saw me when I was been tackled by the other ladies. So she knows that whatever happened wasn't my fault. All I have to do is find her and tell her that it was out of my hands. No, waitaminute! She would think that I'm irresponsible by then. She looks up to me (even though she's slightly bigger than me) and calls me "Commander" all the time. And DAMN she's hot! What I wouldn't give to go dive through her trenchcoat and lick at these fine hooters!

Maria: Commander!

Ichirou Ougami had been replaced with Frosty the Snowman as Maria approached him from the back.

Ichirou: [In a high-pitched voice.] Yes... What is it...?

Maria: I need some help in the kitchen as soon as possible. The cook has called in sick and we're in dire need of a replacement.

Ichirou: [Voice still high-pitched.] Yes ma'am... I'll be there as soon as I can...

Nearly a minute passes... As well as the MS-06 Saku with optional mop armament...

Maria: *AHEM!!* Thank you for taking notice of my hooters, Commander! I am blushing red with embarrassment and appreciation! My hooters are grateful for the respect displayed towards them! [She salutes him and turns around to leave.] I will see you soon.

Nearly another minute passes... And Frosty the Snowman reverts back to Ichirou Ougami. He turns his head to look at the other end of the hallway; carefully replaying the scene that had just happened. Did she know about his crush for her all along?

Later on, we find our hero with the sexy former bodyguard in the kitchen cutting up veggies and letting the water boil for the soup. Ichirou wants to start a conversation with the gorgeous goddess beside him; but he has to be careful or he'll end up missing a finger.

Maria: It is so great to be making soup once again.

Ichirou: Really?

Maria: Back when I was in Russia; having enough meat, vegetables, and even seasoning was a luxury that only a few of us can afford. Everyone survived on what we had within our grasps.

*Our government was occupied by Czar Nicholas II; his strong disliking towards idealism and politics were shown when he ordered his secret police to open fire on any group that would dare challenge his name.

The people's blessing came in the form of Vladimir Lenin and the Bolshevik party. His troops stormed the capital and ousted the poor coward; thereby taking over his power and giving it to Russia's citizens.

But... Even though we gained victory for this time... It was still my fault that my younger brother took the bullet. It should have been me...*

By this time, the soup had been filled with the proper contents and is now bubbling with flavor. Everything else had been prepared so Ichirou and Maria are watching over the soup.

Ichirou: And then you went to New York, right?

Maria: I had to culture myself on my own time. Being a lackey for the Mafia was not the type of job I would take in a hurry. And even when they found out about my gender...

*Flashback*

Five hoodlums can be found within a dark room playing poker whilst Maria was guarding the door.

Thug1: So dat big lug over dere iz a dame, right?

Thug2: Sheeit! An' I been want'n to fuck his face for a long time!

Thug3: Nosepiece waz right! You ARE a fagget!

Thug2: Wat chu say abou' me, punk?!

Thug4: PUT A LID ON IT, BOTH OF YUHZ!! Anyway boyz, da boss sayz dat she'z da best known gunslingahz in all a' Manhatt'n. Rumor haz it dat she can put a hole in a fifty-cent piece ten milez away.

Thug5: Personallyz, I don' fuckin' like it.

Thug3: Personallyz, yu can shut yur yap!

Thug 2 rightfully socks Thug 3 with a powerful backhand, knocking him over and breaking his nose.

Thug2: So wat it be like, man? Tell me how it iz.

Thug5: I don't like de idea dat dames are packin' toasties and shootin' up da place. See, dat might be some damn good pussy goin' to waste over dere.

Thug4: Oh yeah? Dat "damn good pussy" is from Russia.

Thug1: Yeah! Dem dames over dere are built too much like men to even have pussies! She might even be ah freak dat haz a cock instead.

Thug3: [Had just gotten up and holding his nose with a handkerchief.] I betcha dat Grimms over here would enjoy dat!

This scene ends with Thug 2 (named Grimms) beating the crap out of Thug 3, with Thugs 1 and 5 joining in and Thug 4 smacking himself over the head in exasperation. Maria, meanwhile, lets an embittered tear drop down her cheek...

*End Flashback*

Maria: I hated America. The promise of all this "freedom" and "streets aligned with golden bricks" gives way to the rudeness that people have for each other. But it is different here in Japan. The young men gaze at me like I am some sort of treasure. I walk by the shops and hear them openly talk about what they wish to do with my body.

Ichirou: (Damn! I'll be making the whole country of guys extremely jealous...! >_<; )

Maria: I have just checked out the popularity poll. And I have found to be #1. Then there is Iris, Kanna, Sakura, and Sumire. Officer Ayame had told me that the reason for all this popularity is because of me being a foreigner.

Ichirou: [Smiling like an idiot.] Well, let's not think of it in a bad light. It's always enjoyable to have something "different" around such a boring place. And plus you got that killer a-AAAAH-sumption for finding thing... In... Uh... HUH?!

Maria: [Blushing mad red like a tomato.] Please, do not lie to your subordinate like this.

Ichirou: [Still smiling like an idiot, with his hand in back of his head.] Lying? Me? Why would I lie?

Maria: [Her face glowing red, with steam coming from out of her ears.] I have been hearing your voice since you first came here. You seem to talk about me the most...

*RIIIIING!!!* The timer goes off on the counter nearby...

Ichirou/Maria: HUH?! THE SOUP!!

Cut to the SD MS-06 Zaku with Sakura's head on it, mopping the floor of the Imperial theater lobby, when the whiff of nearly-burnt beef vegetable soup passes by her nose.

Sakura: *SNIFF-SNIFF!* Lunchtime.

Another cut to the nearby lunchroom...

Sumire: [Slamming the empty bowl down onto the table.] HOW DARE HE!! Ichirou is mine, I tell you! MINE!! How dare he dump this fine specimen of womanhood for some... For some... FOREIGNER!!

Kanna: [With microphone in hand and a karaoke machine in the background.] "I want to know what love is. I want you to sh-" *WHAM!!* OW!!

Sumire: NOT THAT "FOREIGNER," YOU STUPID OAF!!

Sakura: So will Ran-san be okay?

Ayame: The chemical she made didn't kill her. The doctors say that she'll be awake in a matter of hours.

Iris: Thank goodness. For a moment there, I though we would be one less pilot.

Ichirou: ^_^; (Okay. NOW she's sweet and innocent! After doing to me what government agencies in America won't allow!) Oh, I'm sorry for nearly burning the soup.

Maria: We were deep into a topic of discussion. I assure you that this won't happen again.

Ayame: Oh don't be so stern, people. We'll always run the risk of burning our foods. And we'll always have cooks who call in sick.

Maria: So, Commander... Let us continue our topic somewhere else. Shall we?

Ichirou: Huh? Oh yeah! Sure! No problem.

Meanwhile, Sumire can only watch in outrage as Maria and Ichirou leave the lunchroom skipping and going "la-la-la."

Sumire: Damn her! So what if she took part in a civil war which would be a turning point for years to come! So what if she is an expert in all types of hand weaponry! I'm the one who parades around in the captivating and revealing wardrobe! I'll make that foreigner regret crossing paths with me; the all powerful and all encompassing Sumire Kanzaki!

Kanna: [With microphone in hand...] "Maybe I'm wrong... Won't you tell me if I'm coming on too strong." [Supported by Sakura, Iris, and Ayame.] "This heart of mine has been hurt before. This time I wanna be sure..."

Sumire: -_-; Am I the only sane one around here...?

The scene fades into Maria's bedroom, as she and Ichirou embrace themselves and kiss each other deeply.

Ichirou: [Eyes spiraling out of control.] (I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS FINALLY HAPPENING!!)

Maria: [Her whole body glowing red from embarrassment.] (WHY DO I FEEL SO DAMN HOT??!!)

They break off from their kiss. And Maria starts by opening up her trenchcoat. Her favorite wardrobe drops down to the floor and the camera pans upward; revealing to the audience that she had just been wearing ocean-blue frilly lingerie and darkened control-top hosiery for the longest.

Ichirou had been hypnotized into a drooling stupor. His perverted self had no trouble reacting for him, though. His pants tighten as his cock grows a size bigger since his first time dealing with Ayame. The glowing-red Russian sheepishly smiles at her commander. And oral sex would be the first thing to perform.

Ichirou lays on the bed, with Maria on top of him, as they fondle and lick at each other's sex. He fingers, spreads, and fondles at her vaginal folds; licking and twiddling his tongue around her clit. And Maria, who was trying to bob up and down on his pole, nearly bites him as her pussy gets continuously assaulted. She removes her mouth from Ichirou's cock and continues on with a handjob; urging him to bring her to orgasm as he continues to work on her. Soon, her moans lose any control it had as she came. And her juices escape her cunt to make a mess all over her lover's face.

Ichirou licks around his mouth with the pleasure of a well performed job. After resting from the afterglow of her pussy being snacked on, Maria proceeds to do her job and takes him back into her mouth. She sends the poor naval officer past heaven as she goes down on him, despite his incredible size. She licks along his length and plays with his churning testicles as they ready the jizz that will hopefully escape from their factories.

Ichirou finally hits payday; grunting like a gorilla as he came with the power of a volcano. Maria senses this and prepared herself for the jizz that shot into her mouth with the impact of her favorite Czech handgun. And she swallows the white, sticky bullets which continuously fires from his mighty weapon...

After resting a bit, the two lovers proceed to the next stage. Ichirou rolls her over so her back would be on the bed. He gets on top of Maria and they look into each other's eyes. They then kiss each other in the mouth once again before he positions himself between her legs. She spreads her legs wider to accommodate for the length of his cock. And he slowly sinks into her deepening sex.

The feeling of flesh upon flesh is magnificent. Both of them take this time to experience each other's bodies before Ichirou starts to pump into her slowly. Their lips can no longer hold in their moans and grunts as he slowly starts to speed up. Maria's instinct has her legs going upward as they wrap around his waste; her arms laying alongside his before they coil around his upper body.

Ichirou continues to pump himself in and out of her, feeling her fingers dig into his back with a painful grimace on his face. So he must be doing something right...

Sparks of electricity form around Maria's head as she reaches her peak once again. Her tightening love canal is flooded with juices that coat her lover's still grinding cock. And Ichirou finds himself in a flash of hot white as he reaches his peak. Streams of white jizz blast from out of his weapon once again and fills up Maria's womb as she instinctively milks him dry...

They finally hold each other into a strong embrace; Ichirou's sex still within Maria's. Feeling the steam and the sweat traveling down from their bodies, their final command within their brains are for the immediate shut-down their awareness. And they proceed to fall asleep on each other.

The next day, Ichirou and Maria exit the room. And feeling like a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders, he turns around and kisses Maria deeply. Maria accepted the kiss, but she had some news that Ichirou must know...

Sumire: DAMN YOU, ICHIROU!! Do you think you could _share_ Mr. Happy with the rest of us?!

Kanna: Yeah! We still got 149 more monsters to kill!

Ichirou had turned his head... And proceeded to turn into a pillar of salt. A long line of women had piled up along the wall. Each of them holding numbers.

Ichirou: H- Hold on a minute! You mean that I have to...??!!

Maria: Headquarters is mainly operated by young women like myself. It is a rarity to find a well-hung stud like yourself.

Ichirou: [Sweating like bullets.] (Th- Th-th-th- THIS IS LUDICROUS!!)


Eyecatch of the Saku-II, with mop in hand, preparing for a fight...

Sumire: ENOUGH WITH THE GUNDAM REFERENCE ALREADYYYYY!!!!!

Kanna: ^_^; Two peanuts walked into a subway. And one was a salted... Peanut...

Sumire: [A subway train falls on her from the exasperation.] Why me...?