A Kendo Girl's Explorations

Chapter One:


Kendo Sticks and Fox Tails


By C. R. Laden

{Lemon, Yuri, Fem Slahs}


This the first of a small series of fanfics on Motoko and her sexual escapades with the other residents of the Hinata Girl's Dormitory. It's also my first fanfic, so please feel free to comment and rate to your heart's desire.

There is no real storyline behind this. I will be writing others with storylines. This is for sheer enjoyment and pleasure!

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Oh, and I did the grammar check myself, so expect some slight miss spelling and other grammatical errors. Sorry, I did my best on what I did catch that was wrong.

"Speech"

'Thought'



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It had been three weeks since Kietaro had left with Seta for the excavation in America. A lengthy bit of time for the slow summer days around the Hinata house. Motoko found herself having sexual fantasies every time she saw another resident of the Hinatasou. Yet, she was too proud to admit that she, a warrior, had such feelings for anyone. She had more often than not, found herself daydreaming about her and Mitsune. Just the thought of her name, and now she could feel that her body temperature was rising in areas she would not speak of in public. She could feel her cheeks redden from her personal embarrassment as her eyes slowly opened.

It was difficult for her to meditate. Not just because of her constant daydreaming, but she found it hard to resist the need to satisfy herself. She had a special place for Mitsune in her fantasies. The thought of her flesh, tender and salty, would be sweet to Motoko's lips. It drove her mad till she gave in to the urges. Already wearing only her chest wraps and her gi, she was saved a few moments of removing the knot in her hakama to get to the wraps that held her breasts firmly in place. As she began to run her fingers along her stomach, her breath escaping her lips in anticipation, a faint sound grew louder. The louder it grew, the more distracted Motoko grew, and her level of patience was rising quickly. Just seconds later, the door to her room burst open and Su along with Sara, came running into the room.

"Motoko! Motoko!!" Su yelled enthusiastically as she lunged for Motoko's shoulders, and landed firmly atop of them, straling her neck.

Motoko sighed, partially because she was interrupted, partially because it was Su and Sara that had interrupted her. Her sigh ended with a silent "Umph!". As forceful as the impact was, Motoko did not move anymore than half an inch. "What is it, Su?" a hint of anger in her voice.

"Got any bananas? I'm sooo hungry!" replied Su as she lowered her face in front of Motoko's.

After a second's struggle, Motoko removed Su from her shoulders, "No.."

From her perch against the wall, Sara barked, "Told ya so." With that, both Su and Sara stormed out of the room in much the same fashion as they had entered. Su on the other hand, left with her shoulders hanging slightly.


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Bathing in the hot spring, Mitsune relaxed her muscles. As usual, sake in one hand, and her head relaxing against the palm of the other.

Her mind was running wild about absolutely nothing, before her thoughts were interupted by the door sliding open and a voice in a surprised gasp saying, "Kitsune.. I didn't realize you were back from town so soon."

As Mitsune looked over her shoulder, she was greeted with a slight bow from Motoko. 'If I were to ever "explore", she would have to be my choice of an adventuring partner." Tought Mitsune.

As much as Motoko tried, she found herself having trouble making her eyes look anywhere but at Mitsune, after she had chosen a spot in the warm water. 'Her skin, so soft looking... and those lips are luciously red...' Her eyes traveled down Mitsune's face to her neck, then to her chest. A slight sigh signaled the disapointment, as the steam was thick enough to keep Mitsune's body from being exposed. Slowly, Motoko reveted her eyes back to Mitsune's face where she saw something that made her jump inwardly. Mitsune's face shown a devilish grin. Quckly turning away as she began to blush, Motoko stammered out, "So.. Sorry."

'Hmmm...' Mitsune stood slowly, causing her body to be exposed as the water dripped down and ran along her ever so tempting, almost perfect body. Slowly and seductively, she waded through the water to stand infront of Motoko, placing one hand on her hip, and allowing her weight to shift slightly to the side. "Why are you apologizing?", She asked in a silent voice. 'Let's see how far I can take this before Motoko goes ballistic!'


Before Mitsune or Motoko had a chance to react, Mutsumi surfaced from the water at a high rate of speed, as a floater surfacing from being submerged, "Hello!"

The force of Mutsumi's sudden appearance knocked Mutsune's balance off, and she fell forward, unable to stop herself.

At the sight of Mitsune falling in her direction, Motoko instinctively brought her hands up to stop Mitsune's fall. After a short moment of silence, Motoko opened her eyes enough to take a peek at what was happening. Something that was soft and firm was in her left hand, while something equally as soft, yet even more supportive was in her right. Hey eyes focused enough to see what she was holding. In her left was Mitsune's breast, and in her right was her shoulder! Shocked, she quickly looked for Mitsune's face, which to her surprise, was less than an inch away. This caused her mind to pick up pace with her heartbeat, loosing thought of what she was doing. Caught up in the moment, Motoko began to pull Mitsune closer with her right hand, slowly closing her eyes as she leaned forward. "Kit... sune...."

Mitsune blinked, and stopped Motoko from pulling her closer, having taken back her control of her impulses. Turning around, she held up and fist and shook it as she yell to Mutsumi "Don't you ever use a door!?!?"

"Oh my! Fu fu fu !" Mutsumi blushed slightly, "Was I interrupting something?"

By this time, Motoko had blinked out of her trance and was sitting there with complete and utter shock written across her face. As red as a strawberry, she brought her hand up to cover her mouth, unable to speak.

"What!?!? Your the reason this happened!" Mitsune was angered, but wouldn't admit that she was angered because Mutsumi was the only reason she didn't continue.

Taking the opprotunity to make an escape from the situation, Motoko quietly withdrew from the hot springs. Taking special care not to draw the attention of the other two present.



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Later that night, after Motoko had managed to get herself out of that awkward situation with Mitsune and Mutsumi, she took a slow pace down the hallways of Hinatasou. As much as she tried to fight the thoughts of what had happened earlier, she couldn't take her mind off of the event. Finding herself wondering more and more what would have happened had Mutsumi not shown up, she sighed heavily. 'I'll never know...'

Before she realized it, she was standing a few feet away from Mitsune's room. Time slowed as her heartbeat began to speed up to a bullet train's state of motion. 'I... I... Why? How did I end up here?'

Her thoughts trailed off as she began towards the door. She was no longer thinking, just simply acting as her mind was only giving her body basic commands without thought. Sliding the door open just enough to allow her to see inside, she opened her eyes wide at the sight that was infront of her.

Mitsune was on the far side of her room, her face was half covered by a pillow as the lower half of her body was raised high into the air. Her pants had been discarded off to the side, and her thong was around her knees. She was using one hand to keep the pillow over her mouth to muffle out her moans and cries of pleasure as her other hand feed the urge she was acting on. Before she could stop herself, Motoko slide the door open a little more, giving her enough room to turn to the side and slide through the doorway. Her hands were working on their own, removing her hakama, followed by the chest wraps. She slowed as she neared Mitsune, who was oblivious that Motoko had entered the room.

Kneeling behind Mitsune, Motoko took in the glorious sight before her eyes. Time came to a near stand still as she watched Mitsune. After a few seconds of watching, Motoko's lust had gotten the better of her, and her breath began to come rapid as she leaned forward, placing a hand on the right of Mitsune's hip. With her tounge sliding out from her lips in anticipation of what lay infront of her, she caressed Mitsune's tool of sin and pleasure on either side.

In shock, Mitsune raised her head, turning quickly to see who would dare to try and take advantage of her. 'Mo.. Mot... Motoko!' Gasping, she closed her eyes as Motoko plunged her tounge inside of her, a moan from deep inside of her found it's way out of her throat, "Ahh!" She had no objections, she couldn't find her voice to do so, even if she didn't want this. "Ohh.. Moto..." she was cut off as Motoko's left hand came up and placed a finger on her lips.

Bringing her hand back to grasp the other side of Mitsune's hip. Motoko pulled her back, shoving her face into her, her tounge finding itself deeper inside of Mitsune, causing her to cry out loud. Motoko exhaled heavily, savoring the jucies as it thickened on her tounge and lips. Her hands began to glide along Mitsune's sides till they found their way to her breasts where they began to softly nead the plush and firm mounds.

It didn't take long, for Mitsune had already brought herself near her own breaking point before Motoko had started. Mitsune felt her body arc back as her muscles tensed up. "Ahh.. Ahh.. AHHHHHH!!!" She began breathing in long and heavy breaths. After a few seconds, her body collapsed onto the futon from exhaustion. Her surroundings faded quickly as she tried to speak, "M.. Moto.. ko....."

Satisfied by her own discovery, yet dissapointed that Mitsune didn't return the favor, Motoko lay on the futon beside her. Pulling the covers from under Mitsune, then laying them ontop of her and Mitsune, Motoko pulled her close as she too started to drift slowly off into sleep.



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Gah, sorry, but these will be fairly short. I might make them longer in the future, but the first couple will be short so I can get back into typing in large amounts of text without fault or failure. Heh, hope you enjoyed this. If your still reading, then I suppose you have found some satisfaction in my creativity.

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Adios!