Street Fighter Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Close CAPtion ❯ Chapter 2

 

CAPtion: chapter 2

 

Summary: In tonight's episode we have a heated round of female love-making, next is Ran being disturbed from sleep and later Sakura's still being drained and burned from the night before gets her and Makoto into a near-death situation. The escape is rather weird but there was an escape. It's just going to go on an' on an' on.

Legend:

“Thoughts”

“Speech”

[Author's direct speech or narration]

Particular object with special name or meaning (might be a real person, place or thing).

 

Disclaimer: I don't own CAPCOM dammit. I'm a freak …and a weirdo …and a psycho, but I'm not a plagiarist.

 

Upon entering the living room she saw a sight that struck fear into her harder than any hit she had received yet in a fight…

 

Sakura laid across the couch moaning and cooing rhythmically and slowly in tune to Hinata's actions. Sakura was topless and groping herself in a circular motion as Hinata had her friend's skirt folded up and was currently licking away patiently and lovingly at the skilled fighter's petit snatch. Sakura wasn't as developed in the chest as the rest of the girls were but that didn't make fondling oneself any less fun or effective for her than anyone else. Given the angle Makoto got from the staircase, more than halfway down, and the downstairs ceiling didn't get in her way Makoto could see everything she “had” to; without a hitch and her eyes and ears were taking her for a loop. “I can't believe what's happening?! Oh my god!” Sakura elicited a lengthened moan as Hinata's tongue stroked her flower just the right way. Hinata in turn hummed thankfully at Sakura for showing her that she had just out-done herself. As Hinata hummed she allowed the sound of it to resonate through her tongue and echo through -tickle Sakura's tender flesh. Immediately following; Hinata dug her face into Sakura's crotch and poked her tongue inside carefully. Sakura practically wheezed for every minute-like second Hinata's hot tongue eased into her. “Oh god, Hinata.... yessssss… uhhh right there *moan* ooooh *gasp*” fought its way from her lips when Hinata's tongue began dancing in irregular patterns inside her and rubbing as hard as it could against her inner walls. To put the salt in salt n' pepper Hinata spoke aloud into her friend's snatch “mmmm you mean right here?” Sakura moaned increasingly louder for the time it took for her best friend's words to vibrate through her. She ecstatically but struggled to reply “I'm… oh yes! I'm cum--… I'm ahhhh… cumming ohhhhhh… again!” Makoto was by now watching absently as Hinata ate, and ate, and ate Sakura out. Makoto found herself getting grossed out to the max but somewhere deep inside she couldn't help but feel some of Sakura's pleasure as if she was mentally linked to the other girl but the connection was weak for the moment. Mere seconds remained before Sakura screamed royal euphoria which meant a powerful orgasm had finally hit her. Her 4th for the night. Hinata sucked as she pulled away from Sakura's dripping pussy; her lips and tongue covered in cum and a kissing sound as her lips broke from her friend's. Makoto had seen ENOUGH! She finally got up the nerve to squint her eyes shut and walk back up the stairs with a choked sigh. Now thoroughly disgusted and terrified at the site she had seen she'd sooner dare to raid Sakura's closet or her parents' own before she went close enough to her to simply ask. Makoto swore she was going to black out from that shock before she even reached the top of the stairs but thankfully her mind and body held up.

 

A half hour later Ran awoke to a large foreign object landing on and bouncing in the bed beside her. She groaned and half-sneered “Who woke me? I was having a nice dream you know,” an apologetic reply came t her “Sorry… I don't your know your name yet? But bed sounds so good to me right now.” She then stretched and rolled over on her belly currently wearing a laced pink oversized night-gown and a sleeping mask. Ran nearly freaked as she almost mistook Makoto in the gown for Sakura's mom. She fell back in the bed and after some moments let sleep take her again.

Sakura and Hinata kissed but the amount of love they held for each other in that kiss burned like a fire with enough intensity to outmatch a volcano's fury. Their tongues rolled and tangoed with each other with enough friction to ignite a blimp. Their breaths were heavy enough to sink a ship. Their lips were as sensitive as a 5yr old's behind to a beating from his mom. The passion they showed could have instantly made them the richest porn stars of the decade. Then they slowly and regretfully broke the kiss. The young couple smiled and gazed into each other's eyes for what seemed like eternity. The silence had to be broken sometime so Hinata spoke those three special words with all her heart and soul “I love you” to which Sakura broke a tear and replied “I love you too,” Hinata lowered herself to hold Sakura in her arms. Sakura returned the favor. The two lovers idly hugged and smiled with their eyes closed. Sleep wasn't to arrive for them for another hour but neither cared for that meager delay now.

 

The next day… Sakura had been walking to school with a large red bag on her back and a look of delightful bliss on her face. Problem was… she wasn't heading toward her own school: Tamagawa Minami. Since that night and to the end of the day Sakura would be whipped and dazed. Some people may try to take advantage of that if they catch on to her prolonged high. She was wondering aimlessly if not toward Taiyo Gakuen. Makoto followed close behind Sakura but not all that close. She was still very nervous from what she had seen involving Sakura and Hinata the night before. Makoto was wearing one of Sakura's pajamas. Not one with any patterns on it like what babies wear to sleep. A fairly old, baggy, cream-colored one; two-piece, ankle-length pants and completely opaque [for the readers who're looking to see through] along with her yellow neck-band and black gi-belt. The difference between that guise and the gi she normally wears was surprisingly almost null and unnoticeable. A half-hour later Makoto and Sakura found themselves in a pool-hall full of strapping, muscle-bound, half-drunk, half-bored, hairy biker dudes! That was when Makoto got up the nerve to touch Sakura, to pull her back to the door of the pool hall and get out before something happened. Unfortunately, something was already starting. The biker-men [ad some women] noticed the two girls' intrusive presence and were walking over to them to straighten them out. The girls were too young for the men and they already had women of their own so why be gentlemen about it? Hastily Makoto slapped Sakura once on the face and shouted at her to snap out of it… then she slapped Sakura again. Sakura began coming to. By the time Makoto reached the door and reached out to open it she realized it had been locked. She also noticed another thing… it didn't unlock by turning the handle. The door didn't unlock from the inside like most do. Makoto began to declare war on the door handle as Sakura dawned her defensive stance readying to block anything that came her way and quickly counter-attack as well. What she hadn't counted on was the small number of elephant guns that appeared from behind some of the men and women's backs and into their hands. Sakura worriedly gasped “Makoto?!” Makoto looked back at Sakura asking “What?” then she saw the guns cocking. Makoto drearily continued “Oh… that's what,”

 

The door exploded into the street due to a hurried power-punch on Makoto's part along with the initial missed gun-shot from a random rifle. The girls practically ran on air dodging shot after shot from the bikers. Sakura ran down the street and Makoto ran up the street. It was amazing how they survived that near-death encounter where anyone else would have died before they even made it to the door. Street fighting couldn't protect them against bullets, sadly.

Sakura and Makoto escaped relatively unharmed and met back at Sakura's house… or did they?

 

To be continued… Comments, suggestions, need-to-knows?