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Moondance	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: +M to R > Rosario Vampire Views: 11329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Characters and world of Rosario+Vampire are the intellectual property of Ikeda Akihisa. I make no money from writing this piece.

Chapter List
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Chapter 9: Splish-splash
- SoloF, Voy
Moka inhaled, the pungent scent of her bath herbs steeping in the warm water wafting into her nose. The communal bath in the girls’ dorm was empty just then, aside from the pink-haired beauty, so early in the afternoon on a Saturday. Solitude suited the vampire at the moment, seeking as she was the simple pleasure of a leisurely soak.
Her bath towel fell to the floor in a heap when she dropped it. Now nude, she dipped her toes into the water to test the temperature. Perfect, she sighed as she stepped into the tub, warm water lapping her skin as she submerged herself to her shoulders. She sat up a bit on the ledge running along the tub’s perimeter, and the water receded to the level of her breasts. Briefly she reached up to ensure that the towel holding her hair up was secure.
The young woman relaxed as the warm water lulled her into a hazy semi-consciousness. As her whole body seemed to float, her mind drifted. Images of the tousle-headed human boy she loved coalesced – nude, much to her excited consternation. She let out a shaky breath she hadn’t known she was holding.
I wonder what it’ll be like, she thought, to make love to you, Tsukune. She’d wondered as much before, of course – in fact, she’d all-but-admitted to Tsukune’s mother, of all people, that she fantasized about him. Knowing that her other self had actually experienced that intimacy, and in fact enjoyed it, piqued her curiosity further than ever before.
Imaginary Tsukune indulged her curiosity, exploring her bare skin. Gentle hands glided over her thighs, hips, stomach, arms, and neck, teasing her. Moka’s real hands followed the path of those she imagined.
The vampire emitted a gasp of delight when ‘Tsukune’ began touching her breasts. “Gently,” she whispered. ‘He’ complied; ‘his’ fingers and palms lightly ran over their curved surfaces. Feeling the stiff peaks of her nipples being rubbed stoked her desire further and elicited another delighted gasp.
This feels so good, marveled the young woman. I guess I should’ve listened to the other me and tried this sooner.
Inside the rosary, the other Moka rolled her eyes, a wry smirk on her lips. I told you so, she scolded, though the outer personality couldn’t hear.
Outer Moka parted her legs as imaginary Tsukune’s hands drifted lower. I’m such a pervert, she chided herself, doing this out in the open. What if someone walks in and sees me?
Upon feeling a fingertip brushing her most sensitive areas, though, she forgot about the possibility of peepers, along with practically everything else. Moka emitted a muffled moan when one spot in particular, a tiny nub at the apex of her sex, received attention. “R-Right there, Tsukune,” she mumbled.
Pleasure poured through the young woman’s body as fantasy-Tsukune continued to touch her most intimate areas. A delightful tension filled her, intensifying moment by moment. She raised one leg so he foot rested on the ledge she sat on; her knee broke the surface of the water. She wanted ‘Tsukune’ to take her, but she lacked the frame of reference to know how that felt or to simulate the sensation.
Moka gasped. Her head lolled back. Her whole body shook. The tension within her suddenly drained away as she uttered Tsukune’s name. With the dissipation of the tension came the collapse of her fantasy.
As she reveled in the afterglow, the young woman wondered, Could it really feel this good, Tsukune? Is this how you made the other me feel? She sighed. If so, I want you to make me feel this way too, and I’ll make you feel just as good.
I can’t wait until next weekend for my date. I won’t wait, she resolved. Maybe I’ll… invite Tsukune over for a study date. She smiled to herself at the thought, though it also made her nervous to invite the boy she loved to her room to seduce him. How will I even do that?
Inside the rosary, the other Moka snorted. Just take off your clothes in front of him. That’s what I did, and it worked out fine.
Outer Moka didn’t hear her, though, too caught up in thinking about Tsukune and what to say to him and where. This will take careful planning, she observed. If the other girls hear me, there’s no way they’ll leave us alone, even with their promise.
I know! struck the epiphany. I’ll ask him just before I bite his neck on Monday. I’ll whisper right in his ear so only he can hear me. It’s perfect!
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Unbeknownst to the vampire, someone had been watching her after all. Fortunately for her dignity and his long-term health, it wasn’t Gin, the most likely suspect for peeping. Instead Yukari, clad only in a towel, had witnessed the scene.
The witch had arrived fairly early in the proceedings, intent on sharing a bath and a friendly chat with the woman of her dreams. She quickly deduced, despite her surprise, from the look on Moka’s face what her hands were doing underwater. Yukari elected not to interrupt so as not to embarrass her lovely vampire friend, opting instead to enjoy the unintended show.
What a show! marveled the young witch as Moka reached her peak. Her own nethers tingled, in need of attention. Gathering her nerve, she entered the bathroom. Maybe Moka will be more receptive to my advances after that, she hoped.
Moka’s planning session ended when she heard the flap of bare feet on tile approaching. She opened her eyes to see the grown-up Yukari standing not far away. Her face flushed. Oh no… don’t tell me she saw?
“Hi, Moka,” she greeted her, voice wavering. “Mind if I… join you?”
“After last time?” Moka responded warily, remembering how Yukari had practically tackled her and felt her up.
“I’m really sorry about that,” apologized Yukari, even though she was really only sorry that Moka hadn’t melted into her arms like she’d hoped. “I won’t behave so… so… forward this time,” she promised. Not without an invitation, anyway.
Moka shifted into a more natural sitting position and smiled. “O-Okay then,” she answered.
The witch tossed her towel aside, unashamedly showing off her fully-developed body. Moka turned her head immediately, but she still caught an eyeful of Yukari’s slim-yet-buxom body; the young witch thought she caught a trace of pink on Moka’s cheeks, matching her hair. Filled with new confidence, Yukari eased herself into the water and scooted towards the target of her affections, careful not to get too close for Moka’s comfort.
“Did the date between Tsukune and the other you go well?” she asked to break the ice.
The vampire licked her lips. “Oh, uh, great!” she stammered. “They had a great time, so she gave her blessing for Tsukune to date me.”
Yukari beamed. “That’s great! You know I’ve been pulling for you for a long time now,” she cried.
“Only because you want to join us,” Moka pointed out.
“Guilty as charged!” chirped Yukari. “At least I have a chance, now that I don’t look like a little girl anymore!”
“Wh-What do you mean?” asked Moka, her cheeks reddening a bit more.
Yukari paused, unsure how much she wanted to reveal to her friend and would-be lover about what happened on her own date with Tsukune. “Just that… well, neither you nor Tsukune could see me the way I see you when I still looked like a little girl. I’m a woman now,” she added, hoping Moka wouldn’t read too much into that statement.
“That’s certainly true,” murmured the vampire, her cheeks now undeniably red. “I remember how proud you were on Measuring Day.”
“What’s not to be proud of?” replied the witch. She sat up enough for her bosom to emerge from underwater. “I kept saying my body was loaded with potential, but even I didn’t know how much!”
Moka stole a glance while Yukari preened. Large, alabaster-white, teardrop-shaped – the young witch had good reason to be proud. The vampire couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. “I’m glad you could, ah, realize your potential,” she said aloud.
Yukari giggled, encouraged that her would-be lover seemed willing to talk about this – usually the pink-haired girl was so shy about such things. “You’ve got quite a pair yourself,” she told her companion. “What’d you get on Measuring Day? You didn’t flaunt yours like Kurumu and I did.”
Moka stared at her own bosom, still submerged underwater, and sighed, “”That’s because… I only got… 34C.” She noticed the other young woman sliding closer to her and started when she felt a hand on her shoulder and a foot brushing against her own. Shivers traveled up her spine at the touch.
“Hey, size isn’t everything,” the witch soothed. “If it were, the milk-cow would’ve won a long time ago with her huge udders.” Taking a risk, Yukari stroked Moka’s shoulder and foot lightly. “You’ve still got nice ones of your own – I really like them, and I’ve caught Tsukune looking at your cleavage every day during Newspaper Club. And you’ve got more besides: long, graceful legs; a kind, genuine smile; incredible green eyes; a tight butt; smooth porcelain skin; and, to top it all off, brains.”
Moka’s surprised, bashful expression brought a sheepish grin to Yukari’s face. Her own cheeks now aglow, the witch added, “Honestly, I’d be more surprised if he weren’t in love with you. I’d question his eyesight, his sanity, and his sexuality – probably in that order.” She punctuated her statement with a giggle.
By now, Moka could feel Yukari’s proximity. Her heart pounded in her chest. What’s Yukari up to? she wondered.
“I… I don’t think I ever thanked you,” Yukari whispered, “for helping me before – buying bras and the rest of my grown-up clothes.” The distance between them lessened until she could feel Moka’s breath on her lips.
“Yukari,” Moka whispered, feeling as uncomfortable towards the other girl’s advances as always.
“Moka?” replied the young witch.
“Yukari,” the vampire whispered again. “Don’t.”
“Don’t?”
“I’m sorry,” Moka apologized, her face reddening. “Even though you’re all grown up now, and beautiful, I just… I just can’t see you the way you see me.”
Yukari’s face fell. “Oh,” she mumbled, staring at the shimmering surface of the water. “W-Well, that’s okay,” she replied, her voice wavering and betraying her.
“I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, Yukari,” explained the pink-haired young woman, “but I don’t want to lead you on, either.” Her heart ached. She hated seeing her friend so crestfallen.
The witch nodded. “Thank you… for being honest with me, Moka,” she told her friend with a small smile, her eyes slightly glassy from the crushing of her hopes. “You’re… you’re a good friend.”
Moka shifted awkwardly on the ledge in the bath. This is getting uncomfortable… “I, ah, need to wash up and get out before I turn into a prune,” she claimed.
Yukari handed her the cloth. “Do you want me to scrub your hard-to-reach places?” she asked with a mischievous gleam in her eye.
The vampire shook her head and replied, “No thanks. But I appreciate how you’ve been acting as mature as you look this time around.” She gave her friend an encouraging smile.
Yukari smiled back and scooted away from Moka so she could finish bathing. The witch tried her best to behave by not staring too openly, especially whenever the original object of her desires stood to wash her legs, her bare mound arising from underneath the water. Yukari swallowed a lump in her throat.
“You, uhhh… you shave?” she blurted.
Moka’s cheeks reddened. “The other me suggested it,” she replied, “so it wouldn’t chafe from her kicking things.”
“That makes sense, I guess,” responded Yukari. A thought occurred to her, which she voiced: “Do you think you’d find me sexy if I did that too?”
“Kick things?”
“Shave my… area.”
Can this conversation get any more awkward? Moka sighed inwardly. “It’s not that. I just don’t think of girls that way,” she answered. “At all,” she added for emphasis.
Yukari shrugged. “I thought it was worth a shot. What about Tsukune?”
“I don’t think so,” she replied honestly. “Something tells me that sort of thing wouldn’t matter to him one way or the other.” Desiring greatly to extract herself from the conversation, she climbed out of the bath and dried off, wrapping her towel around her once she was finished.
Yukari sighed to herself, I can’t believe I flubbed this opportunity this badly! “Good luck on your date with Tsukune,” she said aloud. Inwardly she added with a giggle, As lucky as I got!
“Thanks, Yukari. Enjoy your bath,” Moka told her friend as she returned to her room to plan. Once she was out of sight, Yukari released the tears she’d been holding back.
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A/N: And thus concludes this story, which I hope everyone reading has enjoyed. Obviously, the overall story of Tsukune and his harem is just getting interesting. The next installment I'll start posting in about two weeks, and I've already started writing the installment after that. Having said all that, my semester starts towards the middle of August; once it begins, I won't have as much time to write. That's just fair warning in case future installments of this series have longer delays between them.
Questions? Comments? Feedback of all kinds welcome, via rating, review, or posting to the discussion thread (link in the AN for Ch3).
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