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The Problem With Peacetime	By : LemonKen Category: +M to R > Martian Successor Nadesico Views: 2510 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Problem With Peacetime
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The Problem With Peacetime
A Nadesico fanfic (one-shot) by LemonKen

This piece is self-rated NC-17 and is basically an unneccesary fantasy piece. Realism in sexual relations (either in the emotional or physical aspects) should not be expected. Contains female/female and female/female/female sex, involving masturbation, voyeurism, and oral sex.

Martian Successor Nadesico and all related characters belong to Xebec, and are used here without consent.
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The war was over. The peace treaty with the Jovians had been signed, and they'd quietly gone away to Jupiter to live their lives. Though small trickles were beginning to trickle into Terran society, and vice versa, everything had largely got back to how it used to be. The economy had to readjust to non-military industries, but with the new spin-off company NERGAL Light Drinks, things were well on the way to peace-- well, as peaceful as things usually were.

None of which Ryoko Subaru cared about in the slightest. All she knew was that she had no one to fight anymore, and it was driving her up the wall.

Ryoko swung around the used, bargain-basement Aesti, listening to the engine putter and crank as it glided through the crisp autumn air. With several lever pulls, the Aestivalis slowly lifted its gun arm, with a rusted shriek. A small tree became her target, and Ryoko quickly pushed the trigger three times.

Three bullets whipped through the air and hit the tree quickly. The green-haired girl smirked. Even in a crap piece of equipment like this, and on Earth (she much preferred fighting in space), Ryoko could still kick ass.

...that was, until she realized that her mecha kept flying as she stopped to congratulate herself. An outdated model like this had to keep up a minimum speed to keep airborne, and couldn't just sit and hover in mid-air. The Aestivalis had kept going, and was now heading straight into the upper branches of the trees. Muttering a couple choice words, Ryoko banked upwards swiftly, slamming onto the accelerator.

She accelerated quickly, sunlight shining into her lenses as she headed up at a seventy-degree angle. A couple branches grasped at her Aesti's feet, but she managed to avoid colliding into anything. The rusty controls were screaming at her as she reached top speed, firing off rounds in a spontaneous rush of adrenaline. Letting out a feral battle cry, Ryoko spun around and prepared for a landing on the dark green grass.

Ryoko pressed lightly onto the brake, but didn't seem to slow down. The machine whined at her like a tea kettle, and its pilot was once again letting out her typical soldier's language. Going that fast must have busted the brakes on the old mecha. Bracing herself for impact, Ryoko pulled the controls up. The teal Aestivalis hit the ground and pretty much fell apart. The legs, which first came into contact with the ground, flew apart into their component pieces. The upper half was pretty much in tact, but it was more than a bit jarring as she bounced around on the ground before coming to a complete stop.

Two pairs of hands clapped slowly and sarcastically. The cockpit door opened, and then fell off, revealing a pissed off (and bleeding from the shoulder) Ryoko.

"Graceful," Hikaru Amano made rare use of sarcasm.

"Like a fox, only with its legs tied together," added Maki Izumi.

Ryoko just shot them a glare of death.

- [ ] -

"You know, I really miss Ruri," Izumi noted.

"Why's that?" asked Hikaru through mouthfuls of Gekigan-O's.

Izumi merely giggled and pointed to Ryoko, who was bashing her head against the oak table.

"I get the picture," came their leader's slightly muffled voice. "And let it be known that when the revolution comes, you're gonna be the first one up against the wall, Izumi."

After the war ended, the United Earth Alliance Forces had dutifully paid out pension to every one of the hundreds of thousands of soldiers (and had been spiralling into deficit ever since). The three girls had received an additional bonus for serving on the "legendary ship" Nadesico, and therefore being considered a part of the peace process.

Ryoko had rashly bought a house in the middle of nowhere, USA. She thought that this would be a good place to live quietly, and strike out on her own. A couple months later, she still didn't have a job (not a whole lot of opportunity for a foreign ex-soldier in a backwater town), was bored stiff, and had begun to realize that her pension wouldn't fuel her for that much longer.

Enter the "solution": Hikaru and Izumi. Having known them for longer than pretty much anybody else, Ryoko begrudgingly accepted them as new roommates, on their insistence of course. (Her loud complaints whenever they got together had nothing to do with it.) They had fallen into the same patterns, and their usefulness in paying the rent (with their own pensions, as neither of them had a steady job either) outbalanced their annoyance. With the increased funds, they were even able to buy some luxuries: odd trinkets for Izumi, satellite TV for Hikaru, and the used Aestivalis for Ryoko to keep herself sharp in.

Still, at times like this Ryoko wished that none of that mattered and she could just strangle the two of them.

"We need to get that Aesti fixed," the green-haired girl demanded suddenly, causing their breakfast plates to shudder.

"Not enough money, honey... unless we raise bees..." Izumi looked like she was about to go off on another tangent, which no one understood, before she returned to eating her green eggs and ham (a Jovian delicacy).

Ryoko blinked, and then scowled. "Come on, the guy who sold it to me will do it for cheap... or one of you two could get a job..."

"Hey, I'm a budding manga-ka!" Hikaru defended herself. "Once someone picks up my new series, we'll be in the money!"

"So what's your story about?" Izumi asked Hikaru.

"It's called Magical Yaoi Love Princess Karuhi-chan!" the otaku beamed.

Ryoko looked seriously ill. "I think the title says it all. And by 'it all', I mean 'it sucks'."

"You just can't appreciate my artistic genius," said Hikaru, sobbing exaggeratedly.

"Whatever." Ryoko rubbed her temple, looking as though she was nursing a headache. "This isn't my ideal lifestyle, living like this. I miss the Nadesico. I miss all of the fighting, the danger, the adventure..."

"How about Te-"

"I DO NOT MISS TENKAWA DAMNIT!" With that, Ryoko threw down her toast and stormed out of the room.

Hikaru blinked. "Wow. Touchy."

"-riyaki Tuesdays, like Miss Howmei used to do?" Izumi finished her sentence with a bit of a smile. "I always loved her chicken."

Both girls shared a grin, and then realizing that they had long since finished their respective breakfasts, got up to rinse the dishes. "I think Ryoko has too much stress built up," Hikaru, with a PhD in pop psychology, said. "She can get a bit out via the Aesti, but it's really in too bad of a condition for it to be really satisfying. If this keeps up, she'll go insane."

"Hmm... insane... sane... pain... water basin..." Izumi tried to come up with a pun.

"Of course, we need to find a way to solve that," Hikaru said, cleverly leading into it.

"Like what?"

"Well, I was looking at my Big Book of Doujinshi Plots last night, and..." As all good plots do, this one caused a sudden segue as Hikaru trailed off.

- [ ] -

The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Just like every other day around here did. It was enough to drive one insane, and that was assuming that Ryoko wasn't crazy already. Though she would never admit it, she thanked her eccentric roommates for at least adding variety to her day.

With a yawn, Ryoko turned off whatever crappy American cop show that was on and got off of the couch. It was about time to get some sleep, it was getting late. Sleep would kill some time, until she woke up tomorrow morning and had to find something else to distract her...

Sighing, the pilot plodded upstairs. There just wasn't anything to look forward to around here, that was it. As wrong as it seemed to think it, at least with the Jovians there had been a point to what she had been doing, as well as the adrenaline she got from fighting off the <strike>lizard</strike> extraplanetary invaders. Oh sure, she could get a job now, but most likely there would be no purpose other than to sustain herself, and then she'd just be more frustrated than before.

Before Ryoko could reach her room at the end of the hall, she had to pass by the other two girls first. Izumi was encased in pitch-black, sleeping with her eyes open, staring straight up at the ceiling. And Hikaru, well she was watching some stupid anime on her own small television set, the light from the screen the only source of illumination. Ryoko paused briefly to see what was on...

...oh.

Feeling a confusing mix of emotions, Ryoko watched as the two topless men onscreen (one being tall, longhaired, muscular and commanding; with the other the exact opposite) kissed and intertwined their bodies. The tall one reached down and casually ripped the short one's pants off, revealing a fully erect and sleek member. The short one let out a muffled gasp before the other guy dipped him and began to suckle on a nipple while his hand wrapped around the shorter's cock. The audio was quiet, and almost drowned out by the loud smacking sounds...

Loud smacking sounds? A frown of disgust crossed Ryoko's face as she glanced over to see Hikaru laying on her bed, top off and with her right hand buried into her Gekigengar pyjama bottoms. Judging by the increasing and decreasing bulge caused by that hand, she could tell exactly what she was doing--as if the expression on her face wasn't telling enough.

Ryoko just stood there, frozen in the doorway. The reason she was so stunned was threefold:

1.She was a bit disturbed by Hikaru's brazenness. She had even left the door open, to let anyone know her perversion! And the whole idea was just waiting in queue for her anger.
2.This was actually the first time she had seen Hikaru-- or really, anyone except herself-- in a state of undress. It didn't bother her, but Ryoko had never had much sexual experience, and the way the otaku's body was moving was fascinating.
3.Though she would never admit it, this was actually kind of turning her on.

And so the brave Aestivalis pilot was petrified (at least it felt like her nipples were turning to stone, maybe it would spread from there) on the spot. On screen, the taller guy had lost his last clothing (his cock looked painfully big) and was patting down the shorter one, who in turn fell to his knees and began stroking the mighty rod with his hands. Hikaru kept up the pumping motion, and her left hand seemed to absentmindedly cup one of her breasts.

Knees quaking, Ryoko let out a pant as she felt fire rising from the place her legs met. Hikaru still seemed oblivious as she let out a low moan, her work below intensifying as she rolled a perky nipple between two fingers.

The shorter anime character slowly licked around his partner's cockhead with a delicate pink tongue. The tall one moaned, and intoned "Good. Now turn around and bend over." Ryoko, half entranced by the good-looking guys on the screen and half by Hikaru's motions, began mimicking her house mate. As though an automaton, she also began groping her right breast, running her fingertips over the nipple. She was still wearing a t-shirt and bra, so she couldn't really produce a lot of sensations from there however.

Hikaru, tits heaving, seemed to be approaching her moment, as her hand underneath the sleep wear was reaching jackhammer speed. The two guys onscreen seemed to be respectful of that, as they cut right to it, as the short one bent down over the table, sweat-slicked as the tall one (without using any form of lubrication whatsoever) slid his cock into the other's ass.

Ryoko slid a hand down into her jeans and began stroking her mound through her panties fervently.

Hikaru frantically pulled down her pyjamas, revealing a glistening delta of brown hair, and brought her other hand down there to add into the action.

In the hentai, the tall guy continued to thrust powerfully into the short one, who was quivering.

Ryoko almost shoved her hand into her panties and began thrusting two fingers into her tight tunnel, rubbing her clit with her thumb, blind with lust.

Hikaru let out a cry and arched her back, reaching her own climax.

The television, now mostly forgotten, showed the smaller one quaking and orgasming, his cock shooting out jism onto the floor.

By this time Ryoko was mostly watching Hikaru, but that bit of visual stimulation didn't hurt. The green-haired girl's knees gave out as she fell to the floor, eyes screwed shut as her entire world became her pussy, fingers thrusting in and out, moaning loudly as she felt it coming...

"Oh, hello Ryoko," said Hikaru, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "I didn't see you there. Do you like that kind of stuff?"

A crimsom flush spread over Ryoko's face, and she realized what was going on. "Hikaru, you-- you pervert!" With over-the-top anger she got to her feet and stormed into her room. Hikaru merely shrugged and walked back into her bedroom, still mostly naked.

In her room, Ryoko sat in bed, having quickly discarded her soaked bottom clothing and having not bothered to change into anything else for bed. She tried not to move a lot, for every shift brushed the covers against her engorged pussy lips, sending another shiver of desire through her. What Hikaru had been doing-- perverted stuff like that-- Ryoko hated it. Of course, it had felt good, but she didn't want to start thinking that way. It was okay for Hikaru to do it, she decided, but not herself.

And so Ryoko ended up falling into a tumultuous sleep, frustrated and uncertain.

- [ ] -

Only a couple days had passed after that incident when Ryoko woke up to the beeping of a truck in reverse and the crunching of gravel. Seeing as their house was somewhat secluded, this was odd, so she roused herself almost immediately. Outside, Izumi (dressed in her plug suit for some reason) was motioning it safely into their driveway, while Hikaru, in the Gekigengar pyjamas that brought back memories for Ryoko, rubbed sleep out of her eyes.

"Shit. Why does no one tell me anything?" Ryoko practically threw herself into the usual jeans and a t-shirt, eager to see what was going on. She bounded down the stairs and out into the front yard, hastily going into a stride so that she didn't look so eager.

Izumi was still directing the truck. "Izumi. What's going on?" asked Ryoko.

"Your hair is poofy."

"What?"

"It's true, Ryoko," said Hikaru with the weight of a murder accusation. "You just got out of bed." She held up her Natural Lychee brand hand mirror so that Ryoko could see for herself. Her light green hair had indeed turned into a nest of spiralling leaf-like strings.

"Ach!" Ryoko tried to pat it down with her free hands, but it sprung up with renewed vigour.

She finally managed to smother it at about the same time the truck's back door unrolled, revealing its treasure. Ryoko's jaw dropped, while Izumi smirked. "Waste an Aesti, want an Aesti, taste an Aesti, taunt an Aesti... hmmm..."

Inside was Izumi's Aestivalis unit, looking exactly as Ryoko had last seen it several months ago, from the dark blue tint to the pattern of bullet holes on the right leg. Surprise quickly faded to envy, and then to anger. "You bitch! How did you get yours back?"

"Planning, perseverance and pantheism," quipped Izumi.

"NERGAL was getting rid of some excess machines to raise money so that they could buy up Mountain Dew," Hikaru explained in a more rational manner. "Izumi pretty much had the inside track to buy back her own machine, and it cost a bit but we knew how much you wanted a good one, so..."

"What about my Aesti?" asked Ryoko.

"Well, you know all those 'weapon modifications' you did to it?" Hikaru coughed slightly, making Ryoko suspicious. "Turns out they brought the value up a couple thousand dollars. So they're not selling that one, just in case there's ever a war again."

Ryoko had a sudden urge to bash her head against a large object, but turned to Izumi's Aesti as a last hope. It had been unloaded now, and was looming before the house like a colossus. "Whatever. Izumi, can I use yours?"

"What are the magic words?"

The green-haired pilot rolled her eyes, but knew she had to do it. "Pretty please?"

"Thank you." Izumi touched Ryoko on the nose as though she were a child. "On one condition, though. I get to be in it with you."

"What? Those cockpits are only meant for one person, Izumi."

"Well, I have to look after my mecha, don't I? I mean, you don't have the greatest track record?" Izumi looked amused at Ryoko's scrunched-up face. "Now get into that tight little uniform you still have and we can start."

Ryoko was halfway changed into her pilot suit before she wondered why Izumi had referred to it as such. It was probably nothing, she surmised. Maybe she was really becoming more perverted after that thing with Hikaru and she was just viewing everything in that light-- after all, Izumi's word choice had never made much sense before.

Finally, she emerged, glancing up at the Aesti as though it were a beautiful work of art--which it really was, at least to a combat junkie like Ryoko. Ryoko hadn't actually flown a good machine in so long, she longed for battle all over again.

Izumi walked up behind her and slung an arm around the green-haired girl's shoulders. "Like what you see?"

"Uh, I suppose," Ryoko blinked. "So, how are you going to 'ride with me' or whatever?"

This, for some reason, caused Izumi to break into hysterics, making her companion question her sanity. "Er, I suppose I'll have to get in first because I'm taller than you and you need to reach the controls."

"All right." The hatch opened with a slow grace, and Hikaru cheerfully supplied a ladder so that the two could climb up (where she got it from, she refused to say). Izumi went up first, and as Ryoko went after her, she noticed the fullness of Izumi's ass, not to mention its proximity to her face. God, she really was turning into a pervert... a regular Tenkawa if she kept it up... As if knowing she was on display, Izumi wiggled her butt a bit before getting into a cockpit and sitting down.

Ryoko, still shaken, climbed up to join her. She still thought it would be rather uncomfortable. "Oh, I suppose I'll have to spread my legs for you," Izumi noted in a deadpan tone.

"Could you stop doing that?"

"Doing who-- I mean doing what?"

Frustrated, Ryoko flushed and then sat smack down between her team-mate's legs, almost sliding into her lap. There really wasn't enough room for two, so they were pressed together pretty tight, and Ryoko was almost falling off the edge of the seat. Izumi didn't seem to pay the problems any mind, just smiled and started to hum a vaguely irritating tune. Hikaru, still playing technician for the impromptu mecha hangar of their front yard, shut the hatch firmly.

And then, everything was back to normal. The control panels and switches lit up just like they used to when she was fighting for the Nadesico, and she could see the view in the same way. It really was a blast from the past, and unlike the outdated model Ryoko was completely used to these controls. With a maniac grin, she pressed a foot down on the gas pedal and flew forward like a strong gust of wind.

She let out an exhilarated shout, and Izumi mimicked her. It was weird, feeling hot breath on her neck, but Ryoko shrugged it off--she was piloting an Aesti again! All was right with the world!

Ryoko was a bit rusty, though she was rapidly warming up to the piloting, so it was a bit of a bumpy ride, but neither minded. In the back of her head, Ryoko felt the feeling of Izumi's shapely body rubbing against her, eliciting sensations on the flesh it would have touched save for two thin pilot suits. This was odd, but it only measured in the back of her mind as she soared through the sky in her complete, stainless steel second skin.

As she started coasting, Ryoko noticed acutely a pair of hard things poking into her back at around chest level, and realized after a quick assessment that they were Izumi's nipples. A weird sensation to say the least. Damn, they were hard, almost like rocks. Ryoko wondered why she could feel them, and chalked it up to the fact that Izumi's uniform must have been too tight. Yeah, that was it.

And then Izumi adjusted slightly, almost causing Ryoko to fall onto the controls. "Jeez, warn me when you're about to do that," she muttered, before settling down into the new position... with Izumi's knee plainly between Ryoko's thighs. Paying it no mind, and swearing to stop being so perverted in the future, the pilot didn't say anything and just sped ahead, firing out a few bullets at random trees.

A jolt coursed through her body as she felt Izumi's knee rub directly up against her crotch. A fraction of the confusing emotions from the porn debacle a couple days earlier flooded through Ryoko, causing her to freeze up and almost crash the Aestivalis into a tree, but the ace pilot swerved around to avoid it and climbed to a greater elevation. It would have been exhilarating if Ryoko hadn't had her mind firmly on what Izumi was going to pull next.

The dark-haired bishoujo began a subtle but definitely noticeable constant action, rubbing her knee into Ryoko's crotch as the cockpit rumbled. The green-haired girl would have told her to stop it, but decided that it wasn't enough of a bother to mention it, particularly when Izumi held all the cards in respect to the Aesti. It was a sick power game, she thoughts.

"Say, you aren't wearing any underwear, are you Ryoko?" asked Izumi casually.

"What? Why the hell would you ask that?"

"Well, usually you can see the lines through these outfits-- they're really too tight, I tell you." It was true. In her haste to see what was going on outside, Ryoko had just thrown on clothes without considering undergarments, and now it was costing her.

Well, not costing her, exactly. She couldn't deny that the feeling of Izumi's leg rubbing up against her almost open pussy was pleasurable, and at the rate she was going it was just a sweet feeling spreading lethargically from between her legs, and not burning desire. Still, it was vaguely unnerving, and Ryoko decided to land before Izumi could go any further. Shaking her head, she took the mecha down towards the ground.

But Ryoko had been a bit more troubled by the incidents, and headed right into a patch of grasping tree branches. With a "Shit!", she banked up hard, having bad memories of the last Aestivalis she totalled. She managed to get away with no more than a scratch on the leg paint, but it was a close call, and she silently cursed herself for losing her touch.

During the close save, both pilot and passenger got tossed around as the cockpit rumbled, causing them to slump forward in their seat. Izumi almost lost balance, and regained it by grabbing onto the most convenient things to sturdy her-- Ryoko's breasts. (Well, maybe they weren't the most convenient in terms of accident prevention, but they were convenient as a plot device). The green-haired girl gasped from the feeling of Izumi squeezing her mounds, and realized how firm the nipples were that were pinched between thin fingers. And she also realized how hot and wet she was feeling, as though she had just fought a violent battle.

Ryoko came to her senses with all the clarity of getting splashed with cold water. "Izumi, you pervert! We're going down now!"

"Formation sixty-nine, then?" chuckled Izumi, making the other girl growl with frustration.

They touched down easily, the Aesti's legs making twin clouds of smoke billow up in their wake. Ryoko popped open the hatch and hopped out in irritation.

And proceeded to fall ten feet, forgetting about the height of the cockpit.

"You doing all right?"

"Just... fine..." Ryoko managed, despite her limbs splayed out at odd angles.

- [ ] -

All that, in one week. Okay, it was really only three incidents in seven days, but it was vastly more interesting than the usual lifestyle. Ryoko might have actually found the change of pace pleasant if she wasn't so uncomfortable with... well, really sexuality in general.

Ryoko lay on her bed (a queen-sized-- she simply liked the name rather than the size for two people), staring up at the ceiling, considering past events. She had the facts laid out before her, now what she needed was conclusions. Okay, one was pretty obvious: Hikaru and Izumi were either flat out lusting for her, or playing some sort of mind game. Given the usual subtlety of those two, she was willing to bet on the former.

It was more than those specific occasions, though those were most blatant. Hikaru had been leaving her doujinshi around much more often lately, and those doujinshi were increasingly pornographic. Ryoko would never look at Gekigengar the same way again. Almost all of Izumi's puns seemed to be sexual in nature, even when it was a total stretch. There was definitely a behemoth of sexual tension hanging over the house.

The question was: why? She didn't think either of them were really considering anything romantic-- Hikaru and Izumi both had pretty serious relationships with guys in the past (actually, Ryoko was definitely the least experienced among the three), so she didn't think they were lesbians, and even if they were they wouldn't go about it just now. And not so blatantly, or at the same time. It had to be deliberate.

"Aw, screw them," Ryoko muttered, rolling over onto her belly. It was only after she said it that the implication kicked in. "Damn, when did I get to be so perverted?"

The weirdest part was, Ryoko was starting to reciprocate her house mates' lust. All too often the image of Hikaru near-nude and masturbating for all it was worth, or the feeling of Izumi rubbing up against her so close, popped into her mind and caused a sudden dampness in her panties. It was a good thing that Ryoko did her own laundry, or there would be plenty of teasing. Ryoko was damn sure that she wasn't a dyke-- then again, she had never really been attracted to a whole lot of guys, other than Akito.

What was she thinking? She hadn't even liked Tenkawa!

Sometimes Ryoko just wanted to call their bluff and try to screw them. She wondered what their reaction would be. If they freaked out, then she might finally be able to get an explanation for all of the recent weirdness. But if they didn't, and responded with equal enthusiasm, then... And that was why she couldn't do it, because...

Why? To be completely honest, Ryoko didn't see a rational argument for why fucking Izumi or Hikaru would be such a crime. While she was being completely honest, Ryoko decided that yes, she had been turned on by what the two girls had done in those surreal moments. And damnit, it felt good-- the only bad part was the frustration after she left in the middle. She started to imagine what might have happened if it had continued, and unconsciously slid a hand up her shirt to fondle one of her breasts almost casually.

There were some disadvantages-- the clinginess that the two girls could wind up exhibiting would be bad. But it was a simple cost-benefit equation, and she liked the potential benefits much more than she disliked the drawbacks. And even if it turned out to be some sort of mind game, Ryoko would still get to see the look on their faces.

Rationalization could justify anything.

It was, conveniently, about this time that Hikaru and Izumi walked into the room, both sporting a mischievous smile. Ryoko hastily withdrew her hand from under her shirt, and wondered if the two of them noticed-- and then wondered why she cared.

"Hey Ryoko," Izumi said, initiating the ploy. "We're prepping our furnace for the winter, and we just don't think the room is hot enough. Want to come and take a look at it?"

Not wanting to go through more Izumi puns, Ryoko just sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. "Come on girls. If you want to fuck me, then let's fuck already and get it over with."

And that definitely took the other two by surprise. Ryoko smirked at the expressions, the two pilots looking as though they had just swallowed a lemon, figuring that they hadn't been serious after all. Then Izumi just shrugged, leaned down, and pecked Ryoko on the lips.

There was the faint taste of cinnamon on her lips, Ryoko noted absently as Izumi's lips softly caressed her own. It was a bit startling, and it was the green-haired girl's turn to look surprised as her scatterbrained team-mate kissed her with her eyes closed, transmuting a kind of elegance to it. Without thinking, Ryoko wrapped her arms around Izumi, and leaned into the kiss, just enjoying an honest, straightforward encounter.

Izumi broke off from her, snapping up a strand of saliva with her tongue as she did. It was Hikaru's turn to lean in and kiss Ryoko, not with the simplicity of Izumi but with a much more youthful energy. Her tongue lightly tapped her copilot's, and soon the two tongues were both sliding around each other, Ryoko noting every bump in the texture of the other girl's.

As they kissed, Izumi slunk off, inviting Hikaru to get comfortable. She did, sliding in and sitting on Ryoko's lap as the two continued to kiss, long brown hairs mixing with short green ones. Ryoko was certainly enjoying the feeling of Hikaru's ass pressing up against her crotch. The two embraced now, and seemed to try and get as close to each other as humanly possible. Then Izumi wrapped her arms around both, and began to nibble at Ryoko's ear, producing a throaty moan.

"We don't want to 'fuck', Ryoko," Hikaru said, breaking off the kiss to lean into her other ear. The three girls were so close that every breath produced a new sensation. "All we want to do is show you our appreciation, and help you get some relief. So what do you say?"

About that time Izumi reached between the other two bodies and began to knead Ryoko's breasts gently. The deep, throaty moan that she let out could probably have been interpreted as a "yes", and that's certainly the way Hikaru took it as she kissed her team-mate with greater abandon than ever. Her tongue darted into Ryoko's mouth energetically, moving sporadically and with great passion. Izumi, on the other hand, continued her breast treatments, taking a few times to tweak the nipples, with provoked even greater response from the green-haired girl.

"Oh god..." Ryoko muttered briefly as she parted from Hikaru again. The other two slid off of her, and she fell back down onto the bed, the back of her head landing safely on a pillow. Izumi helpfully pulled up Ryoko's shirt to reveal a stretch of tanned flesh, and Hikaru unclasped the silky bra (a bit surprising choice for underwear) easily.

Ryoko arched her back again, making her intentions clear, but the other two deliberately ignored the prodding. Hikaru nuzzled her neck like a kitten, mewling and suckling on the tight muscles. Izumi started lower, tracing a tongue along Ryoko's stomach and navel. It produced a surprisingly good stimulus for the pilot, but it was still amazing how frustrating Hikaru and Izumi could be even in bed.

Hikaru relented first, trailing down to take Ryoko's left breast into her mouth, tongue swirling around it with a much more graceful agility than her energy from earlier. Her tongue traced a line along the veins and general underside of the small mounds, as Hikaru was still leaving the best for last. Izumi shifted aside, and picked up Ryoko's right hand, which she promptly began kissing with an overdone romantic flair.

"Stop kidding around, Izumi..." Ryoko said breathily, but the black-haired pilot paid her no heed.

Izumi continued to lick each individual finger on Ryoko's hand, before proceeding up her arm to the shoulder blades. As she lay on her back, her breasts being sucked vigorously by Hikaru and Izumi trying to find the oddest places to put her mouth on, Ryoko briefly wondered whether she would end up covered in saliva before the whole thing was over. It almost made her laugh.

Hikaru nudged over as Izumi trailed down and finally came to the breasts. She took up the right one as Hikaru had done with the left, and began running her tongue along the whole globe, but in particular the dusky-coloured nipple. Every time she touched it, sparks flew through Ryoko's body at an alarming rate.

The two flaky pilots had their cheeks pressed together so close you couldn't have wedged a knife between them, so that they could both take a lick at one of Ryoko's tits. She had far from the biggest chest among the Nadesico, or even among them, but there were no complaints from Hikaru or Izumi as they lavished a tongue-bath on their breast. When Ryoko craned her neck to look down, the sight of the two heads fixed onto her cleavage, long brown hair mixing with silky black as two cute girls treated her, made her cream himself just looking at it.

It was Hikaru's hand that first slipped downwards, underneath Ryoko's shorts, feeling her panties. "Wow, you're pretty wet down there," she noted, before a guiding hand pushed her back to her breast ministrations. The speed of the otaku's tongue was increasing as she went along, to give variety as well as pleasure.

The shorts were tossed aside, and the now uncomfortably damp panties soon followed. Underneath her fully clothed (though wet) friends, the naked form of Ryoko squirmed and moaned in pleasure. Izumi and Hikaru began using their hands as well as their mouths, four hands carefully caressing her lower body. Willingly, the green-haired girl spread her legs, inviting attention down there.

It was Izumi this time who touched her there first, running a long finger along Ryoko's labia. Despite a passionate cry, she didn't seem to pay any attention to that area in particular, instead rubbing below the waist almost randomly. Hikaru had started as far down as she could reach, and was working her way up rather slowly, promising eventual release, but not until she felt every inch of Ryoko's muscular body beneath her fingertips.

"G-god-- come on you two..." Ryoko muttered, to no avail. Izumi even stopped licking at her bosom for a moment, then blew slightly on the nipple and went back to devouring the breast. Underneath them, Ryoko writhed in pleasure, but continually wanted more.

And it came, eventually. Hikaru had finally worked her way up to Ryoko's pussy, and was now cupping her mound gently while sliding her thumb across the slit. Her hand left for a moment, and then Izumi's still-clothed knee was on there, grinding into every bit of her soaked cunt. Her vocabulary having been reduced to that of a howler monkey, Ryoko just moaned and shrieked and desperately hoped that they would continue to pleasure her.

Izumi's knee slid down, and both girls began playing with Ryoko's pussy at once. Hikaru slowly rubbed the clit, and her other hand travelled around the outer edges of the damp green pubes. Izumi was much more direct, teasing Ryoko by running one finger just around her slit. With the other hand, she slid a hand under the brash pilot and rubbed her ass, fingertips playing with her crack mischievously.

Hikaru stuck one finger inside her team-mate, and that was all it took. Ryoko felt it coming all of a sudden, her body tensing and a core of intense pleasure in her crotch like a bomb. And then it exploded. She arched her back as a long-awaited orgasm fired through her body, lighting up every cell with a euphoric energy. Ryoko seemed to lose complete control of her body, flailing and spasming as she came.

Her two now-lovers got off of her, kneeling at the foot of the bed as Ryoko continued to flail, still holding on to a mild orgasmic buzz. "Wow, long and slow," Izumi smirked. Hikaru had no idea what she was talking about, but simply enjoyed watching her friend's face contort into a blissful smile as her beautifully nude body rode out her first orgasm.

Finally, it was over, and a sweaty Ryoko lay on her bed, panting and thinking about what had just happened. She glanced down at both girls, each still fully clothed but drenched with sweat and other fluids, and for a moment had a completely unreadable expression.

Hikaru and Izumi waited anxiously to hear the verdict.

"Okay, why the hell didn't we do this sooner?"

All three laughed, and Hikaru and Izumi fell onto their backs besides her. There wasn't really enough room on the bed for three people, but they didn't mind squeezing close together. Out of respect for the recovering Ryoko, the other two were still for a bit, though they had really started to get themselves worked up earlier.

"Hey, Izumi," Hikaru said lazily. "I thought you said you couldn't love again."

"Who says this is love?" she deadpanned. "Anyways, I thought you said you still weren't over your ex-boyfriend."

"Point," the otaku conceded.

"And aren't you totally against all this 'perverted' stuff, Ryoko?" Izumi still wore a smile on her face.

"Hey, shut up," the green-haired girl muttered.

"So what I'm saying, is that we've all had problems with guys in the past, so why don't we give girls a try? This doesn't have to be anything serious, just to work out some frustration. What do you say, Ryoko?"

"Damn," Hikaru muttered. "That was almost coherent, Izumi.

Ryoko paused to think about it. There was one thing about the whole situation that was still bothering Ryoko, and that was her role in all of this. She was as guilty as them in perversion, but she was the one being teased and half-seduced, and even just now the one they were piling on, doing little more than laying back and taking it as they sucked and fondled and kissed. It wasn't out of pity for her partners, but a need for control over the situation, that Ryoko resolved that next time would be different.

And there was no better next time than right now. She slid onto her knees, looking over her two friends and licking her lips. "What I say is, I think you two are entirely overdressed."

"That can be solved," Izumi returned, thrusting her chest back as she motioned to the hem of her blouse invitingly.

Ryoko grabbed the larger Izumi by the shoulders and, with boyish strength, seated her on her bare lap. "Hikaru, undress. And make a show of it, will you? It's your new doujin, Pretty Magical Stripper Hikaru-chan or something."

"Okay!" the brown-haired girl replied, jumping off of the bed and standing up enthusiastic. Ryoko took in her low-cut pink shirt and jeans that really showed off Hikaru's best element-- her large and perky breasts. Hikaru winked towards her captive audience and spun around, sticking out her ass briefly. Her clothes were too baggy to get a good look at it, but Ryoko was sure she would get one later.

Hikaru tugged down her shirt's collar, which seemed to only confirm that she wasn't wearing a bra, and then lifted her foot up onto the bed. She slowly and mock-seductively peeled off a faded grey sock. "Hikaru!" Ryoko remarked angrily, groping Izumi absently. "I meant the important clothes, you idiot!"

"Sorry," Hikaru replied sheepishly, and then almost casually tossed off her top.

"Now that's more like it." Ryoko admired Hikaru's delectable dangling orbs, lifting off Izumi's top along with it. Unlike Hikaru, Izumi wore a shell-patterned bra underneath, but not for long with Ryoko's hands moving quickly and efficiently. The green-haired girl had little more on her mind than the four of breasts-- two young and perky, the other two a bit older but still not in any danger of sagging.

Hikaru zipped down her fly, giving a tempting view of damp panties. Ryoko, as if in a trance, tried to find the zipper to Izumi's skirt, but merely snuck her hand up of it instead. The eldest of the three giggled girlishly as Ryoko rubbed her fingers up against Izumi's underwear.

Getting really into the role, Hikaru leant over teasingly, then straightened up and viola, her jeans were gone. She knew her tease was nearly over, as she (and Izumi, with Ryoko mimicking her removal of clothing on the other tormentor) was down to her last article of clothing, and it was seeming both unnecessary and a bit uncomfortable, so damp with arousal.

Hikaru sat back down on the edge of the bed, spreading out her tanned legs. "Take it off me, Ryoko," she purred, feeling a shame that her role as seductress would soon come to an end.

"Izumi." Like a cat, Izumi stretched out at Ryoko's orders, going onto all fours and leaning precariously close to Hikaru. She lazily peeled the white panties off of Hikaru's crotch, and as she did, Ryoko pulled off Izumi's last stitch of clothing as though she were unveiling the latest painting at an art museum. With an almost feral pleasure, she sniffed the delta of black hair and testily licked it, causing a deep shiver to go down the musician's body.

Izumi waved her ass in front of Ryoko's face, inviting contact, which she got as the green-haired pilot planted her firm hands onto the two delectable cheeks and began to knead them forcefully. With both hands occupied, the obvious course of action was to continue her adventures in cunnilingus, which she did by licking Izumi's mound gently, liking the vibrations the older girl produced.

In the meantime, Hikaru snuck around behind Ryoko, though there wasn't that much room on the bed, and almost tackled her. Ryoko flailed around and tried to get her off, causing her hands to grasp Izumi's plush cheeks even harder, though Izumi certainly didn't seem to mind. "Hikaru... below me, please."

"Your wish is my command," Hikaru said cheerily, and Ryoko creamed herself even more with the feeling of command. The otaku girl slid under her, and promptly began licking and suckling Ryoko's small breasts again. The green-haired one seemed to take notes, and applied similar pleasure to Izumi's dripping cunt, even zeroing in on the clitoris and striking at it with an intense tongue-bath every once and a while. The others may have held out, but she sure wasn't. And with Izumi bucking more and more with every stroke, she sensed she was going to get her rewards.

Ryoko's and Hikaru's legs were now intertwined cryptically, with the brown-haired girl making a conscious effort to push their two sopping pussies together. The friction between them, the two clitorises brushing up against each other almost perfectly, sent fire through both girls' bodies, while Izumi's moans kept taking on different musical notes, almost as if she was trying to put together a song while being invaded by Ryoko's surprisingly proficient tongue.

Hikaru stopped playing with Ryoko's tits, and changed positions so that their legs were scissoring the others' torso, labia rubbing together with a consistent wet smacking noise. Izumi also made a wilful and flexible shift, turning around and curling up into a ball. Ryoko was still digging her tongue as far as it would go into her slit, but now Izumi could reach the other girl's breasts and caressed them fondly. It was still centred on Ryoko, but she could stop any time she wanted-- and didn't, as she grabbed the black-haired girl's breasts and began fondling them in the same manner.

Eventually, Izumi was the first to come, falling right off the bed as her body spasmed and pleasure not only invaded her but stormed her gates, conquered every chamber, killed the men and ran off to have their way with the women. "OH DOG YES!" she proclaimed, causing the other two to glance strangely at her even as they brought each other to the heights of pleasure.

Despite already orgasming once, Ryoko was next, letting out a string of profanities-- but in a good way this time. Hikaru wasn't short behind, simply crying out indiscriminately and pulling Ryoko's body close to her as she lost herself for just a moment.

"Now that's... better..." Ryoko huffed, still bathing in the afterglow.

"I'll... say..." Izumi chuckled.

A short pause. "You know, I didn't actually think that whole 'wear down their inhibitions with mild sexual harassment until they're so sexually frustrated that they'll jump anyone' plan would work in the real world," Hikaru mused.

"Wait, there was a plan?" Ryoko felt vaguely offended.

"Well, sort of."

"But you were being awfully crabby lately..."

"AND YOU DECIDED TO TURN ME INTO A LESBIAN?"

"Hey, we didn't turn you into anything!"

"And isn't it better this way?"

A longer pause.

"Yeah, I suppose so."
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