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Infinite Stratos: Skies Aglow with Moonlight	By : DarkWolves Category: +G to L > IS: Infinite Stratos Views: 8504 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1: The Mouse That Roars

As her first day in the IS Academy came to a close. Ichiko was swiftly learning that any unique trait was of keen interest amongst any tight knit group of people and would be swiftly revealed in time. Once uncovered the knowledge spread quickly, it was a matter of time before every person on the campus knew the reality.
Ichiko walked through the halls of the IS Academy dormitory in search of her room which would serve as her home for the next few years.
1029…1027…1025
Ichiko withdrew her key card from jacket pocket and stepped into her room. She found the room furnished with all the daily necessities and small luxuries to accommodate the residents. Ichiko laid her bag down at the foot of one of the beds, embracing the first fleeting moment of peace since she had arrived at the IS academy. Despite her shaky start Ichiko was confident that things were looking up, from now on things could only get better-
“You must be my roommate”
The door to the adjacent bathroom opened in a billow of steam, a figure wrapped in a snow white towel emerged to greet her. “My name is Houki Shinonono. It’s nice to meet-”
Their eyes met, not a word passed between them, neither of them dared to act first.
“You” the word escaped Houkis lips before it could be caught. “What are you doing in here?”
“I live here” Ichiko snapped back defensively, forced onto the back foot in the opening round. It seemed fate truly did a corrupted sense of humour. Not only had it placed them sharing a room for the rest of their time at the academy but to have them meet in such a manner only gave credence to the idea of some trickster deity devising such bizarre scenarios solely for their own amusement.
With Ichiko distracted Houki saw her opening and swept past her with seemingly inhuman speed. Houki grabbed her Kendo sword and drew herself into an improvised fighting stance. Although the Kendo sword was a training weapon, wielded in the hands of a skilled fighter it could deliver a painful thrashing to anyone who resisted the wielder. Ichiko was frozen in place, held at the tip of her friend’s blade.
“I hear nothing from you for over six years and now you decide to show up out of nowhere…” Houki ranted.
Ichiko could only stand in stunned silence and watch helplessly as the lip of Houkis tightly bound towel began to slip, the faintest inkling of creamy white skin emerging from beneath the cotton sheet.
Not now, please not now.
“After all the time we spent together you expect to just waltz back into my life like a-” Houki stumbled across her words, her eyes slowly beginning to drift downwards.
Ichiko followed Houkis gaze, knowing full well what she would find. As prophesised Ichiko looked down to be met by the sight of the bulge emerging from the front of her skirt. Ichikos unexpected display during the introductory class meant that there was barely a person in the entire IS academy who was not aware of her secret.
Hardly a secret anymore.
Houki vaguely remembered Ichikos unique trait from their shared childhood together, only now did she recognise the true significance. The dawning realisation brought with it an overwhelming feeling of self-conscious panic. Houki stepped back into a defensive stance only to have her foot slip out from underneath her, sending her sprawling back in a flail of limbs.
Ichiko stepped forward and reached out to catch her friend in mid-fall, her feet failing her and allowing Ichiko to stumble forward to fall on top of her friend. Their combined weight sent them sprawling down onto the bed, Ichiko emerging on top only to have the two of them staring at each other in shock.
Houki screeched in panic, struggling beneath Ichiko in a frantic effort to escape the compromising situation. Houkis knee drove upwards on instinct, striking Ichiko clean between her legs. A flash of pain overcame Ichiko in an instant. Ichiko reactively pulled her arms to her chest, curling into a ball on the bed beside Houki. In her state of shock she could do little to stop herself as she tipped over the edge of the bed, crashing painfully to the floor with a loud thump. It seemed as though her luck would not be changing anytime soon.

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Ichiko awoke sometime later. She was lying out on the bed in her new room, Houki sitting on the edge of the bed beside her maintaining a solitary vigil over her sleeping form. Ichiko could feel the pain that had once overwhelmed her had now receded, having been replaced by the soft caress of a warm glow.
Houki glanced over and noticed her friend stirring from her slumber, her cheeks tinted with a pink glow. Ichiko glanced down to find she had been relieved of her uniform and was lying there in her matching sky blue underwear. Ichiko saw the bulge in the front of her underwear, the slow creep of Houkis fingers as she traced across the seam of Ichikos panties. Houkis fingers dived underneath the lip Ichikos underwear, drawing out her slowly hardening member like a timid creature being tempted from its den. Ichiko watched as Houki began idly massaging her growing length.
“By no means does this mean I’ve forgiven you” Houki grumbled beneath her breath.
“Houki-” Ichiko struggled to find the words to express herself in such an unconventional situation.
“It’s just” Houki stammered, her cheeks flaring a darker shade of red. “It looked like it hurt so I wanted to…”
“It’s ok” Ichiko replied softly. “It was actually really nice”
Houkis cheeks flared even redder in response, withdrawing her hand and pulling herself to her feet as she turned her back to Ichiko.
Ichiko tried to pull herself to a sit only to be thrust back down by a jolt of pain tearing rampantly through her body, her eyes screwing shut in pain. It seemed she hadn’t quite recovered from Houkis inadvertent strike. When she reopened her eyes Ichiko had to blink in rapid succession to make sure she saw what she thought. Houki had slipped out of her snow white dressing gown to reveal her matching white underwear with frilly pink trim that had been hidden underneath.
Houki leant down crept towards her from the base of the bed on all fours like a feline on the prowl. The long fingers of her right hand reached out to clasp the enflamed base of Ichikos member, her lips descending to brush against the engorged tip. Houki met Ichikos gaze as she began to stiffen, in more ways than one. “I was under the impression that guys enjoy this sort of thing”
Before Ichiko could protest Houkis lips were upon her, sending a shiver cascading down her spine as Houkis lips engulfed the first few inches. Houkis lips began to rise and fall with a gentle rhythm, gaining confidence with each thrust and accepting another part of Ichikos length. Ichiko felt herself being paralysed by the soft caress of Houkis lips rising and falling across the length of her shaft, Houkis warm saliva far surpassing any healing salve she could have conceived.
Houkis suddenly retreated without warning, leaving a cool pass of air across Ichikos moist skin. Houki cupped her buxom chest in her hands as she slipped the tip of Ichikos member beneath the join of her bra, enveloping her between the soft mounds of flesh. While Ichiko herself was not especially knowledgeable on the subject she could not help but wonder when and from where sweet, innocent tomboy Houki could have learned such a technique. The truth was that Houki could simply have been improvising and Ichiko would have never known the difference. In that moment it made no difference, Ichiko simply embraced the pleasure of the moment.
“It feels different using my breasts” Houki said, matching the same rhythm she had achieved with her mouth. “Does it feel good for you?”
Ichiko could only respond with a whining gasp, she was struggling to maintain control of herself as the pleasure continued to build within her. Ichikos tenuous control slipped from her grasp, her body convulsing beneath Ichikos tender encirclement. Her orgasm overcame her, a flurry of cum erupting from Ichikos tip to splash across Houkis chest. The young brunette was stunned into silence and inaction in an instant.
“Houki” Ichiko panicked. “I’m sorry I-” Ichiko had not learned her lesson, as she tried to pull herself off of the bed she was harshly cast back down by another bolt of pain which tore through her body.
“Its fine” Houki spoke softly beneath, refusing to raise her gaze to meet Ichikos. Houki clambered off to stand beside the bed, the moist patch of cum beginning to leave a snaking trail across her front as it dived between the valley of her breasts.
“I’m going back in the shower” Houki said flatly.
“But Houki you haven’t…” Ichiko interrupted. “I mean…”
“Its fine” Houki said. “It’s not about me right now” Clambering off of the bed she reached out and retrieved her discarded dressing gown, draping it across her shoulders while leaving the ties standing idly at her side. “Don’t expect me to do that again” Houki headed towards the shower before glancing back over her shoulder. “It was merely an apology” she continued towards the shower.
The moment that the door closed behind her the façade shattered, Houki pressing her back against the bathroom door. Her hand reached up to caress her front, her heart pounding savagely in her chest, her bosom heaving and receding with unmatched speed. Houki pulled her hand back from her chest to find it warm and sticky across her fingertips. Houki passed her fingers across her lips, pressing her finger tips into her mouth she began to suck them, feeling the warm, sticky fluid cascading across her tongue.
“If I don’t resist” Houki pondered to herself, pulling her fingers free of her mouth with a wet pop. “I might get addicted to this”

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I hope you’ve enjoyed the story so far.
On a similar but completely unrelated note I’ve been considering writing another story in a similar vein, using the existing story as a framework for extra sexy times, based on the anime series Girls Und Panzer.
I’ve really appreciated the series historical accuracy of the show in its portrayal of each of the teams representing the various tank fielding nations of World War II. I especially liked the way that they acknowledge each nations quirks and individual traits, both in the tanks and the countries themselves, without relying on outdated national stereotypes. To that end I was interested to see the team representing the Italians following the ideals of their real world counterparts and switching sides half way through the contest.
While the details of the story are currently being devised I can reveal that it will not include an appearance by the French team due to their disqualification from the tournament for not turning up to their first match. I have been informed that this was partly due the organisers insistence that their tanks be fitted with forward gears. The delay was later exasperated after a technical fault was revealed whereby their tanks repeatedly deployed the white flag at the sound of the starters pistol.
On a similar note, the Polish team have since been disqualified after it emerged that one of their tanks was actually a horse.
And finally the Spanish team have withdrawn from the competition after it was found their tanks regularly broke down, requiring several hours’ maintenance, usually just after lunch.
Now that I’ve successfully alienated half the readership of the European continent I hope you’ll join me in singing the British National Anthem (It’s alright if you don’t know the words, most of us don’t either) as we eagerly await the next chapter involving the aristocratic representative contender from Great Britain Miss Cecelia Alcott in the coming chapter ‘England’s Pride’ (will no doubt be dashed in the upcoming Euro 2016 match).
If you knew me you’d know how out of place it would be for me to be making sports jokes, the only exception being:
A man walks into a pub with Euro Match playing on the TV. He asks who’s playing and the bloke beside him replies ‘Austria-Hungary’. To which he replied ‘Who are they playing?’.
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