Street Fighter Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Sore Losers, Sore Bodies ❯ One-Shot

DISCLAIMER: The four characters in this story are all property of Capcom. Yep.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, I put off the Shoma/Momo fic for this one, which was an idea from a friend of mine. The schoolgirl theme, characters, and strange insertion were all his ideas. But I'm getting ahead of myself, and before I know it, I'll spoil the good stuff. On to the story...

AUTHOR'S SECOND NOTE: Just to let you all know, quotation marks denote speech and asterisks denote thought. Like any of you will be reading those parts...-_^

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Sore Losers, Sore Bodies

Sakura needed to cram, she needed to do it fast, and she needed to do it NOW. Her eyes jumping from textbook to textbook, she tried to absorb every piece of information she would need for the upcoming finals. At the same time, her good friend Hinata was assaulting her with questions, barraging her with miniature tests of knowledge.

"Okay now, who was the first president of the United States of America?" Hinata quizzed.

"Umm...George Washington!" Sakura exclaimed after a few seconds of thought.

"Who was his Secretary of the State?"

"Umm...Thomas...Thomas...Why do we even have to study a country that's barely even two centuries old? They're hardly cultured at all, if you ask me."

"Complaining's not going to change anything, Sakura," Hinata countered in her usual cool-headed voice.

Sakura slammed her fist on the table, rattling the desks, shaking the books, and drawing many stares from the other students in the school library. Her not-so-recently obtained obsession with fighting and Ryu had most definitely taken their toll on Sakura's academic life. Once a proud straight-A student, the street fighter was now pulling home D's on a regular basis. Her parents were something less than pleased, and now the pressure for excess study was greater than ever.

Sakura leafed through the pages of her US History text to find the elusive answer that had her tied up. Page 367...354...352...351! Here it was! Her eyes scanned the page...Thomas...J-

Right as the schoolgirl was about to look up her answer, a gloved hand slammed itself down on the page, rudely interrupting Sakura's studies. However, the schoolgirl recognized the slender hand encased in the fighting equipment. Her eyes trailed up the hand, to the arm, and met the eyes of her sparring partner and fighting rival: Karin Kanzuki.

"Sakura Kasugano!" the blonde declared in a loud, energetic voice, attracting stares from all over the library, "I, Karin Kanzuki, challenge you to a duel for the honor of my family name!"

Sakura's ears perked at the mention of a duel. Yes...that was exactly what she needed! A good fight to clear her head, with her most heated rival, no less. But this was going to take a good bite out of her study time...she needed some sort of compensation.

"I accept under one condition!" Sakura yelled back, now with every patron of the library drawn to the two girls. "If I win, you must allow me to sit next to you tomorrow for our US History exam!"

"Accepted! If I wi-" But before Karin could declare the terms of her victory, Sakura had gotten ahead of herself as usual and ran of to the gymnasium. "Hey! Wait for me!" Karin yelled as she ran out, with everyone staring at her, and all the boys being sure to catch the blonde's skirt flying upwards as she sprinted out.

Total silence passed afterwards, as Hinata silently counted to 100 before casually striding out, in a vain attempt to dissociate herself from the pair of loud fighters.

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Sakura and Karin faced each other silently in the middle of the gym. The rest of the large area was empty, minus Hinata, who was agreed upon to be the referee. The contenders bowed before each other, with Hinata between them and a step back. With her right hand raised, she counted down:

"Three...Two...One...Go!"

On cue, the two blazed into action. Sakura started off predictable, with her weak Hadouken, trying to force Karin into a defensive state. However, the two had fought countless times before, and Karin by now had known Sakura's starting patterns. Using her gymnastic skills from her younger ages, Karin cartwheeled into a handspring, cleanly clearing her opponent's projectile. Undeterred, Sakura charged at Karin, stopped sharply at a safe distance, and aimed a heel kick right at Karin's head. Karin saw this coming, ducked under the kick, and attempted to catch Sakura with a sweep to her balancing foot.

Hinata watched on in boredom. The two fought almost constantly, and these kinds of fights had almost become a dance routine at this point. Because they were so acquainted with each other's fighting styles, the two were always neck and neck in battle, until Sakura unleashed a Shinku Hadouken at point blank. It was the way every battle ended, and blockhead Karin NEVER caught on. Hinata drank a soda through a straw, waiting for the signature ending.

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*Star Reporter Ran never misses a headline story!*

The young Hibiki was hiding in the sports equipment closet, watching the fight from a one-sided window, snapping photos, scribbling on her notepad, and whispering into a miniscule tape recorder attached to her vest.

"Could this be the match of the century?" Ran whispered to nobody in particular. The suppressed volume of her voice didn't take away any of its unnecessary excess zeal. "Who will win? How will the loser take it? Will these two be forever enemies because of this one fight?"

Surprisingly, Ran and the rest of the Taiyo newspaper staff (namely, Ran) were actually behind the times on this "current event." Somehow this rivalry the size of Ran's inherent nosiness had managed to elude the Taiyo press.

Not like anyone needed it broadcasted in a newspaper anyway.

---AN HOUR LATER---

Both fighters were tired, panting, sweating, out of breath, and about ready to collapse. In desperation, Karin charged her opponent almost mindlessly. Sakura saw the attack, noticed it left Karin wide open, and charged for her finisher.

"Shinku..."

Karin smirked as she saw Sakura going for the attack that had hit her so many times in the past. Right as she saw Sakura release, Karin sprung into the air, dodging the chest-level fireball. Airborne, the blonde schoolgirl dove at Sakura, with her red, heeled boot in the lead. A second later, Sakura was on the ground, out for the count. Karin took a snooty curtsey, waiting for her referee to come and declare her the winner. After a minute of holding the curtsey and beginning to feel sore legs, Karin turned her head to the bleachers where Hinata should have been watching, only to see the spectator fast asleep. Furious, Karin was about to stamp over to the younger girl and demand an official victory, when it suddenly occurred to her that she hadn't set her reward for winning...

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When she woke up, Sakura didn't know why the hell she was suspended in mid-air when she woke up. She was dangling just a foot off the ground with her feet strapped to little pedestals. Her wrists were locked in metal manacles, attached to chains leading into the ceiling. Sakura turned her head, surveying her surroundings.

*Since when the hell was there stuff like this in our school's gym?*

About to think deeper into her predicament, Sakura then noticed a muffled cry close by. Somehow, in all her semi-consciousness, Sakura managed to miss the fact that Hinata was dangling just a few meters in front of her...tied up with rope, arms bound to her sides, and dangling horizontally from the ceiling, no less. Not to mention the ball gag in her mouth. Sakura then noticed she had a rag tied around her own mouth. Sakura managed to find a bucket off to one side before a shrill laugh echoed through the room. A glass-shattering pitch, mind-blowing volume, and the sheer haughtiness of it made it unmistakable. Sakura watched the owner of the voice daintily step into her vision. Yes, it was her arch-rival Karin...but what the hell was she wearing?

"Surprised?" Karin questioned with a chuckle in her voice. "I know, these kinds of outfits are supposed to be black, but this is really more my color, don't you think?"

Sakura could only stare in disbelief. A pair of high-heeled boots that went up to mid-thigh, panties, a corset that revealed just enough cleavage, and gloves that reached back to her elbows. All this in figure-fitting and very flattering red leather. Sakura blinked a few times, shook her head, but to no avail. This was really for real.

"You never let me declare my prize should I win. And now, I taking my fair share of victory." Sakura gave no sign of response, causing Karin to frown. "You -do- remember that nice little movie we watched together about a year ago, don't you?"

At this, the chained girl blushed redder than Karin's outfit. She remember all too well. It was a megamix hentai flick, with ever pervertion known to mankind, and then some. The two fighters had watched it, and even masturbated together to it. She never wanted to admit it, but Sakura knew that one time was the most intense session she ever had. In a few seconds, the bondage and dominatrix scene floated to the top of her mind. There was a lengthy yuri part to it, which Sakura had pretended not to like, but it really gave her a burning down -there-. Karin stared straight into her rival's eyes and knew what was going through her mind.

"So you remember. I know you liked that one scene, so I know you'll love this!" Starting from just under her arms, Karin took her slender hands and slowly, delicately, sensually ran them down Sakura's sides, slightly massaging her, running her fingertips down past her waist, sliding past the thigh, and stopping just under Sakura's uniform's skirt. With a sudden movement, Karin shot her hand up the skirt and squeezed Sakura's crotch in her grip as hard as she could, causing Sakura yell into her gag. Karin began massaging, but never loosening her vice-like hold. Before long, Sakura's moans took place of her cries of pain.

All the meanwhile, Hinata spectated helplessly. Being Sakura's closest friend, Hinata knew all about Karin and Sakura's little hentai experience. But she never thought the two of them did anything like THIS. But, wait...there were more important matters at hand. Hinata just caught herself staring at Karin, who had unknowingly bent over during her little service. Namely, Hinata's eyes were locked on Karin's behind. Such perfect shape, the shiny red leather accentuating it. The thing made her jealous. She just want to run up and caress it from behind. Wait, WHAT?

*I didn't just think that, did I?* Hinata couldn't believe her own brain. She had never given much thought to sex of any kind, keeping her mind focused on more important things, namely, keeping Sakura in contact with reality and preventing her from chasing Ryu to the brink of insanity. Biting on her ball gag, the bound up brunette tried to avert her mind to other things...but everything led back to that round read dead in front of her face.

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"Karin Kanzuki: Only daughter of a rich corporate family, average schoolgirl by day, brutal street fighter by night...and possible raging S&M Queen to the unseeing eye? And what of Sakura Kasugano? A powerless pawn in Kanzuki's plots, or submissive servant to her mighty mistress?"

Ran whispered madly into her small tape recorder, scribbling like a madman, and snapping photos as if it were the end of the world. By now, the young reporter had gone through 8 tapes, 16 pens, 3 notepads, and more rolls of film than anyone though possible to carry.

"It always pays for a star reporter to be extra-prepared!"

Ran had seen everything with her own two eyes, and a dandy hundred photos to back her up. Kasugano's climatic defeat, Karin's lack of official victory, the binding of the two victims, and the taking of the `toys' from the sports equipment room that Ran had no idea were stored there...all from a convenient side view too. It was a good thing she had her own solid hiding spot that not even the most skilled of hunters could find. Continuing her notes on the to-be report, Ran wasted no energy in mere spectating.

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After a few moments of her unique massage, Karin decided enough was enough. Sakura was warmed up for what was to come. With her unbreakable grip, Karin yanked down, pulling off her victim's panties in one sweep, exposing Sakura's womanhood under her skirt. Karin brought the damp underwear to her nose, and inhaled deeply, treasuring the scent of Sakura's sex. The smell alone burned her up inside. Dangling it from two fingers, Karin held it out under Sakura's own nose. She didn't know why, but the un-pantied girl found her own familiar smell arousing. But, -dammit-, these chains were the biggest blockade in her path to satisfaction.

Without warning, Karin swept the panties away from Sakura and twirled around to face her other captive. Hinata was suspended at just the right height so that her face was level with Karin's. The blonde slowly waved the undergarments under the younger brunette's nose, attempting to get a reaction. Hinata took the aroma in completely, also finding it attractive, although refusing to let it show.

"Hmph. Aren't you stubborn?" Karin inquired.

*But I can't give in!*

Not put off at all, the leather-clad girl reached behind her captive and grabbed one of Hinata's tight, firm ass cheeks, causing her to give a muffled and surprised yell into her ball gag, which in turn caused Karin to grin. Karin kneaded Hinata's rump, slowly whittling through the other girl's defenses. Hinata could only squeeze her eyes shut, trying to resist that hand...massaging and caressing it through her fingers...and failing miserably, continuing to moan into her gag.

"Let's see how you put up this time," Karin said to herself while circling around to Hinata's behind. With Hinata's crotch at Karin's head level, the blonde could easily observe the other's failure of willpower. Running a single finger down the her crotch, Karin could tell that Hinata's panties were very damp, nearly soaked through with her own fluids. Karin smirked as she pulled Hinata's panties off, who surprisingly didn't struggle, revealing the brunette's groomed, neatly trimmed, and very wet slit. Resisting any urge to stick a finger or two in, Karin brought the other pair of panties to her face and breathed in the scent.

"Mmmmm...you smell even better than your good friend Sakura...or are you already familiar with your own smell?" Karin circled around back to Hinata's face, and waved Hinata's panties under her own nose. She took in a few breaths, inhaling her own fragrance, and damn, did she like it. Her willpower was really breaking apart, as she felt a real hard aching between her legs now.

Karin then suddenly pulled the panties away from her one captive, twirled around, and offered Sakura a sniff. It was an odor she was too glad to experience again, ever since she and Hinata had had their own mutual masturbatory incident not too long ago. Sakura too felt horny as ever now, in need of some serious release.

"Just you wait," Karin teased alluringly, "I'm not done with you yet, Sakura..."

The blonde sauntered over to the bucket, swaying her hips as she did so. Both Hinata and Sakura had their eyes glued to the red leather hugging the curves of Karin's shapely ass, slighting swinging with her hips as she walked. The blonde made sure to bend over well, giving the two a view of her heart-shaped ass as she rummaged through the bin for the objects she was looking for, even shaking it a little for a tease. After getting out what she wanted, Karin gracefully strode over back inbetween her prisoners. In one hand she carried a candle and lighter, the other a massive bumpy vibrator. Gazing lustfully at Hinata, Karin brought the vibrator to her mouth, licking its head, swirling her tongue around it, and before long, pumping it in and out of her mouth as if she were really performing fellatio. Hinata stared in amazement, feeling hornier by the second, while Sakura watched from behind puzzled, wondering what Karin was doing.

After she was done, Karin walked up to Hinata, saliva covered vibrator in hand, kissed the bound brunette lightly on the nose, and rubbed the wet sex toy against Hinata's cheek.

"Now then," Karin started as she reached around to Hinata's crotch with the vibrator, "Where do you suppose this ought to go?" Karin was now circling Hinata's soaked vagina with the tip of the dildo, mixing her saliva with the other girl's juices. "I bet you're pussy is just aching for something in it..." Karin mused to herself while still teasing her captive, "But first, I think I should plug this!" Karin yelled as she quickly thrust the shaft in hilt-deep into Hinata's virgin ass. Hinata screamed and bit into her ball gag as she felt the large object penetrate, stretching her anus, and feeling the vibrator turn on, shaking her inner tunnels. Seeing the pain wash over Karin gave her a bit of satisfaction as she now lit the candle.

"Don't worry, I won't completely forget your aching twat," Karin teased. She reached around again, this time with the burning candle, and stuck that in Hinata's womanhood instead. Feeling the literal flame in her crotch, Hinata had no choice but to spread her legs, lest she get her inner thighs burned.

"Let's see how you held up, Sakura."

Karin was done with her first prisoner for now, and turned around to check on her other one. Reaching under Sakura's skirt, Karin used her hand to test the waters. Much to her disappointment, the short-haired girl was definitely moist, but far from the soaking wet she was aiming for. More foreplay was needed, apparently. Karin trailed her hands up Sakura's shirt, dancing her fingers across the captured's flat, muscled stomach, and stopped just below Sakura's chest. Without warning, Karin violently tore the uniform shirt from the inside out, ripping it straight down the middle, exposing Sakura's small and perky breasts. Karin's own round and more developed bust easily put it to shame, but the rack on the chained girl had a charm all its own.

Karin circled around behind Sakura, giving Hinata a full view of her dear friend's chest, only to see Karin's hands creep around and begin massaging. Karin started delicately, only rubbing Sakura's soft nipples at first. After feeling them harden, the blonde took a breast in each hand, and began kneading the soft flesh with her palms and pinching Sakura's hard nipples between her fingers. Sakura moaned into her gag while Hinata stared in amazement, the show in front of her eyes and the toys in her crotch blurring her mind into a sexual euphoria.

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*A star reporter can only work in the most comfortable of situations!*

Ran discarded her white shirt, leaving her pink sports bra and black shorts. She didn't know who or what, but something had definitely raised the temperature in the sports equipment closet, and Ran couldn't find a thermostat in close reach. No matter, cooling off was no hard task for a skilled reporter.

Ran surveyed her immediate surroundings. Geez, what a mess. Notepads littered the entire floor within a five foot radius, used film canisters sprinkled the paper ground, and used tapes were stacked a foot high off to a side. This was going to be one hell of a report...Ran was excited in sheer anticipation of getting this story out. It was going to be the headline of the millennium. Ran felt so giddy, she noticed her legs were trembling. She placed her hands firmly on her legs to stop the shaking. After a few seconds, it had gone away, but now Ran noticed a slight itch between her legs. Sure that nobody was watching, she slowly slipped her hand past her short's waistband...

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Sakura never knew a massage could possibly feel this good. Karen's soft, delicate hands, kneading her flesh with a powerful grip...but what was this? All of a sudden, the massage ended. Sakura let a grunt of disapproval into her gag, and then a grunt of surprise when she noticed the chains binding her arms giving slack. However, since her feet were stuck firmly in place, the slack in the chains caused her to lean forward, until she was completely bent over at the waist. Sakura was left in suspense for a minute or two, when she then felt something cold and hard touch her rear end. It was pressed against her firm cheeks for a second until Sakura felt it pull back for a second and slap hard against her ass. Sakura cried in pain, as the sheer force behind the blow was mind shattering. She waited for another blow, and it came, just as expected but stronger this time. Each strike was harder in progression, but Sakura was getting used to the pain...and it began to feel good.

Meanwhile, Hinata watched her capturer spank her best friend silly, all the while Karin had a grin like a mad(wo)man plastered on her face. By now, Hinata had gotten used to the giant vibrator up her anus, and began to like the literal burning advancing its way up to her crotch. Hinata wriggled around in her ropes, trying to get a bit of friction with the candle.

Karin continued to bring the metal paddle down upon her prisoner's rear, intensely staring at the bright red ass. She heard Sakura's cries of pain turn to pleasure and her hungry twat turn wetter and wetter. After what she judged sufficient, Karin set the paddle down, pulled out a remote and pressed the button.

THE END

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FINAL NOTE: Okay, that's not really the end. To be quite honest, I got deadly sick of writing this damn thing. One day I might finish it, but don't expect that to come for a while, as I've got a long list of pending ideas for lemons.

One day... One day.