Insert "Defeat" Joke Here

Francesca hummed a silly tune as she worked, rinsing and wringing out the laundry down in the bowels of Mont St. Michel. She'd spelled poor Hartmann a couple of hours ago after Erica had been down here most of the morning.

Francesca wouldn't admit it, but she'd rather be down here where the warmth from the boiler room was than out in the cold, windy afternoon drilling with the rest of the Witches; Gallia was colder than her sunny home shores on the Mediterranean. She might be stuck down here on laundry duty for her part in the pants incident, but she didn't particularly regret it.

Grinning and grabbing another handful of clothes to toss in the washtub, she started her song over from the beginning.

~Oh, Shirley's really somethin', they're like a pair of pumpkins;
Minna is an Ace in, that place she hangs her Ribbons;
Lynette's hair is silken, like the bags she keeps her milk in;
Perrine's little muffins, are nothin' short of nothin';
Discipline's what Karlsland's all about, and that's why Barkhorn's stick straight out;
Eila'd throw a royal fit, if Sanya showed her little...~

She broke off her song hearing footsteps approaching.

Taking a moment to splash her face with soapy water to make it look like she was sweating, she drooped down over the washtub and began to slowly scrub a uniform top up and down in a mournful manner, trying to get just the right look of apology and pity on her face. If it was Wilcke or Sakamoto, they might just let her out so she could go take a nap.

"Hmph," came a conceited snort from the doorway, "Well it's nice to see you're at least taking your punishment seriously."

"Ahn," Francesca, "It's just you Perrine."

"Flight Officer Closterman," Perrine corrected sharply. "Since we're both still on duty."

"What are you doing down here anyway," Francesca asked, sitting up and going back to her laundry.

Perrine gave a dignified sniff, shifting a small parcel under her arm, "I'm delivering some of my personal effects to be laundered. Since you're down here, I supposed I could leave them with you," she said, laying a small duffle down beside Francesca's washtub.

Perrine was almost out of the door, when she heard the soft hiss of the duffle cord being pulled, and the rustle of clothes as Francesca began to rifle through it. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw Francesca spinning a pair of Perrine's white pants on the end of her finger "Aha," Francesca said with a grin, "You're gonna trust me with your stuff again so soon?"

"Warrant Officer Lucchini!" Perrine said, flushed with frustration and embarrassment, "I meant to leave those for the regular laundry staff! I have special instructions for my things, and some of them need delicate washing! You can't possibly understand the importance of using gentle detergents on those fabrics, that's Egyptian cotton! Ah!" she squawked, "Take those off!"

Francesca, who had donned a pair of Perrine's stockings and tied them under her chin like a nun's bonnet, just grinned, "What if I don't want to~" she called in a playful manner.

"Now!" Perrine cried, making a grab for her stockings, but Francesca was too fast for her, skipping to one side keeping the washtub between them.

"Can't make me!" Francesca said.

"Give them back!" Perrine cried petulantly, lunging left and right trying to get at Francesca around the washtub.

"Not gonna!" Francesca cried happily, waiting for Perrine to lunge to one side before ducking the other way around the tub. Stepping on a mislaid bar of laundry soap, though, she skidded a few short feet and impacted the wall with her forehead. Stumbling backward, her calf bumped the edge of the washtub, unbalancing her; she windmilled her arms comically for a few moments before dropping bottom first into the wash-water, soaking her uniform.

Perrine, who'd stepped back quickly to avoid the splash, simply snatched her stockings off of Francesca's head as the poor girl struggled to get free of the washtub. "Serves you right," she muttered, stuffing her things back in their duffle and setting them carefully to the side.

"Aww," Francesca whined, "At least help me up, Perrine."

"Flight Officer Closterman," Perrine corrected automatically, crossing her arms and looking disdainfully down at the sopping girl. "And I think you got just what you deserve," she said coldly as Francesca scrambled to get out of the tub, "Honestly, behaving like a child, no respect for authority or your elders. How far do you think you can get with just a friendly face and an apology with these stunts you pull?"

Francesca tried to ignore Perrine's rant, sloshing water out of the tub as she clambered over the side. She huffed, taking off her uniform top and wringing it out into the washtub before climbing down on all fours and using it to sop up the water.

Perrine was shocked that the younger girl would just strip like that in front of her, but recovered quickly, "And you're shameless," she continued her rant, watching beads of soapy water run down Francesca's olive-toned back, "What kind of person just strips in front of someone else like that?! Where's your decency!"

"You're the one standing there staring," Francesca shot back without looking up, wringing another load of water back into the Washtub, "You don't even have the decency to turn around."

Flustered, Perrine sputtered for a moment before continuing, "I- I'm afraid to, frankly," she said with a sniff, "I bet you blame me for falling in that bucket. There's no telling what retaliation you might try on me! I don't dare turn my back."

"Than be quiet," Francesca sniped in a grumpy tone, "Or just go away... I've got work to do here."

"Hmph," Perrine huffed again in conceit, "Yes, I suppose that's all you're good for. Menial little tasks for menial little labourers," she finished. "No class, no decency, no control... you may as well work like an animal, you already act like one."

Francesca was getting more and more hurt by Perrine's constant, haughty jabs. She clenched her uniform top in her hands, fighting back humiliated, angry tears.

"Well don't just sit there, Little Beast," Perrine hissed, planting her foot on Francesca's bottom and giving it a shove, "Get back to work."

"Don't!" Francesca blubbered, "Don't do that!"

"Oh, why is that, Little Beast," Perrine said, giving her another shove, making her Francesca fall face-first into her wet, soapy uniform top.

Spluttering, Francesca left her bottom sticking up in the air, laying with her face on the uniform top. "Stop it! I don't like this!"

"Oh," Said Francesca with a superior sneer, readjusting her spectacles, "And what do you plan to do about it, Little BEAST!" she finished, planting another firm shove into Francesca's bottom.

Or planned to. Francesca, with a diabolical face, rolled to one side quickly, leaving Perrine off balance. Grabbing Perrine's leg, Francesca rose up on her knees, holding Perrine's leg and forcing the girl to flap her arms and hop madly on one leg to keep her balance. "Ah... ah... ahh!" Perrine grunted and squeaked, struggling to keep her balance, all traces of her former poise and superiority destroyed.

"How's that for a Little Beast, you big, flapping chicken!" Francesca taunted, a few angry tears still beaded in the corner of her eye. She shoved Perrine's leg around, making the older girl flop and struggle to stay up.

"Ah! I'm sorry Lucchini!," Perrine simpered, "I didn't mean it, let me go..."

"Why should I," Francesca taunted back, "I don't believe you anyway, apologize better."

"Um... I'm sorry Lucchini," She tried in her most saccharine voice, " It was just a joke, you see."

Francesca stuck her tongue out at Perrine, "That's not even close to good enough," she said, dragging Perrine to the right, forcing her to hop toward the washtub. "Maybe you need a bath to clean out that dirty mouth."

"Don't you dare!" Perrine started sharply, clapping her hands over her mouth when she saw Francesca's angry face. Forcing the biggest fake smile she could, Perrine said, "What I mean, Lucchini, was that won't be necessary. I- I- I'm sorry I called you a.. a Little Beast," she said as contritely as possible, struggling with her equilibrium still. "It was- woah - It was mean-spirited and cruel. I'm very sorry and I won't do it any more."

Francesca sniffed back a few tears still, her face betraying a deeper hurt than Perrine had realized at first. "You really mean it."

Taken aback, Perrine leaned forward as best she could, putting her faith in Francesca to hold her up so that she could look Francesca in the eyes. "I really mean it, Lucchini," she said in all honestly, "I'm really sorry."

Francesca waited just a few moments to see if Perrine really was sincere, then she smiled, "Ok. I guess I can forgive you. After your punishment."

"Punishment?!" Perrine said, "What are talking about? Let me go this instant."

"Nuh-uh," Francesca said, gripping Perrine's calf more firmly. "Not till I pay you back."

"But... but..." Perrine fretted, "You said you forgave me!"

An impish grin spread across Francesca's face, "'It's good to trust others, but not to do so is much better'," she quoted. "I forgive ya, but we're not even yet."

Indignant, Perrine complained, "That's not fair!" and tried to stomp, nearly dumping herself in the floor in the process.

"'The Right to Rule is determined by the Victor", Francesca continued, reaching up underneath Perrine's leg and tickling the soft underside of the back of her knee. "Who do you think's winning?"

"Ahahah~ oh!" Perrine caught herself laughing and tried to fight it, struggling to free herself from Francesca's grip. "Let me go! Let me go you ahaha.. You little weasel!"

Francesca just gripped Perrine's calf more tightly, pulling the hopping girl's leg up onto her own shoulder and resting her head against it, reaching further back up and tickling with all her might at the underside of Perrine's knee. "Not till I'm ready~" she sang.

"Ah! Aha... OoooH!" Perrine half laughed, half shouted, struggling to keep her balance in the midst of Francesca's assault. "Let me ahah... ah let me go now or so help me..."

"What ya gonna do, Perrine?" Francesca teased, rubbing her cheek on Perrine's ankle.

"Ooooh!" Perrine grunted, reaching forward to take a swipe at Francesca, who pulled back out of the way, sending Perrine flailing wildly to keep from falling.

"Haha!" Francesca chuckled, ducking backward again as Perrine swung frantically at her. "Hey now!" Perrine reached back for another try, and froze as Francesca opened her mouth and bit down on her leg.

"Ow!" Perrine cried, more in shock than pain. Francesca hadn't bitten down hard, but she did get the blonde girl's attention. "What are you doing!"

"You keep swatting at me like an animal, and I'll gnaw your leg off, see if I don't."

Perrine's eyes widened. "You wouldn't dare!"

Francesca just flashed her a toothy grin, tilting her head to the side and laying it across Perrine's leg, "You keep saying that; maybe it'll come true one day."

Perrine sputtered indignantly for a few seconds before crossing her arms and huffing, turning her head up to the side, waiting for Francesca's next move. She was surprised to feel that Francesca's touch was becoming lighter, less of a tickle than a playful pet. Looking down she saw Francesca stroking her head gently along the side of Perrine's own calf.

"W-what are you doing, Lucchini!"

"Mmm," Francesca replied dreamily, "Your leg smells nice, Perrine..."

"Of course, what did you expect it to smell like," Perrine sputtered indignantly before correcting herself, "I mean, what are you doing smelling my leg! Let me go."

Francesca just drug her face along Perrine's leg, breathing in deeply all the way, sending an odd shiver down Perrine's spine. "But you were out drilling all afternoon with the others, right? And you haven't had a bath or anything yet?"

"Yes," Perrine said, growing increasingly uncomfortable with Francesca's increasingly familiar tone and actions.

"It's nice, not really sweaty or anything... kinda like flowers."

"Err... well, yes," Perrine said, a slow red bloom creeping across her cheeks, "I keep an herbal sachet in my striker unit with Mint and lavender so that it doesn't become... stale..."

"You mean stinky right," Francesca beamed, nuzzling Perrine's leg softly. "Man, you should smell Shirley's after a long flight, it's like fried corn cakes and gymnasium sweat... ewww."

"Err... yes, well..."

"But then, that's to be expected of our Perrine," Francesca said, "You always were... Y'know..."

"Prepared?" Perrine guessed, "Diligent?"

"Prissy!" Francesca finished snuggling Perrine's leg again, tilting it sharply up to pre-empt an attempt at a slap.

Perrine could feel Francesca's ponytails tickling the inside edge of her lower leg, sending goose-bumps running the length of her calf. Francesca scooted back a little, grabbing Perrine's flat, black pump and pulling it off.

"What are you doing!" Perrine demanded.

"Eheehee~" Francesca laughed, "Round two!" Gripping Perrine's ankle in her left hand she began to furiously tickle the stocking-clad foot in front of her, making Perrine squeal in frustration as she fought to keep from laughing or falling over.

Perrine had to clap both her hands over her mouth to keep from howling in laughter at Francesca's assault, her face going redder and redder as she struggled just to breathe under the constant barrage. Finally seeing spots, she tipped over forward toward Francesca unexpectedly, the two collapsing together into a soapy pile in the middle of the floor.

Gasping for breath, mortified, but still giggling despite herself, Perrine struggled to untangle herself from Francesca, who was doing her best impression of a Romangna squid and clinging damply to any part of Perrine that came close laughing all the time.

Finally disentangling herself Perrine managed to crawl a few feet away from Francesca, who was laying on her back still laughing.

"Honestly," she chastised Francesca, "You're still such a child."

"Yep!" was Francesca's only reply, as she rolled over on her stomach, looking up at Perrine and grinning. Bedraggled, with water and soap dripping from her hair and uniform, she'd lost most of the serious, gallant mien she tried so hard to maintain.

"I think," said Perrine, clearing her throat stiffly to stifle the last of her giggles, "That this was enough of a break for you, Warrant Officer Lucchini."

Crawling away from the soapy puddle in the floor, Perrine was halted when Lucchini seized her leg, throwing her off balance and pulling her back.

"Flying Officer Lucchini," Perrine said sternly, "I think this has gone on long enough for, Oh My GOD!" this last exclamation came as Francesca held the arch of Perrine's foot to her face and seized it with her teeth, biting it. It wasn't a hard bite, more like playful nibbles as Francesca opened her mouth wide around it, sucking gently as she scraped her teeth across it.

Perrine arched her back unconsciously at the surge of sensation, too shocked to struggle at first as Francesca continued to nip playfully at her sole. Francesca's hands were busy as well, gently caressing Perrine's ankle and toes, while one of her thumbs massaged the top of Perrine's foot.

Unused to this degree of contact, Perrine was trapped, bit ting her lower lip to keep silent as she tried to muster the strength to stand, but the electric buzz of Francesca's touch arced up and down her legs, shocking her with a spreading heat deep in her own sex. "S-s-stop, Lucchi-chi-chi-ni..." she stuttered softly, "That's feels... weird..."

Francesca ran her tongue roughly along the sole of Perrine's foot, making the blonde shudder, "You mean it feels good, don'cha?"

"It... it doesn't feel bad, no," Perrine said evasively, wriggling ineffectively to try and inch away from Francesca. Hearing the sound of ripping cloth, she looked back with a burst of shock and saw Francesca had seized the sheer material of her grey stockings in her teeth and shredded it, ripping a ragged hole through the material and exposing her entire foot.

"No, don't!" Perrine said, fighting harder to escape now even as Francesca leaned forward and engulfed her wiggling big toe in her mouth. Perrine moaned softly despite herself as she felt herself engulfed in Francesca's hot, wet mouth.

'This is so wrong,' Perrine thought to herself as Francesca suckled gently at her toe, running her tongue along the cuticle, 'But why does it feel so good...'

Francesca lifted her head from Perrine's foot grinning, "What'cha think, Perrine? Still feeling 'not bad'?"

Panting softly despite herself, Perrine said nothing at first. When Francesca clambered over her, sitting down on her buttocks, though she tried again to shake off the younger girl. "Lucchini cut it out... this is... weird..."

"What's so weird," Francesca said, snuggling against Perrine's cheeks and pulling the material of her pants tight against her mound. "It feels good, so why worry... "

"Lucchini d-don't,' Perrine muttered feebly as Francesca shredded the material over Perrine's other leg, drawing her bare foot up to her mouth and kissing it gently in the center before trailing playful nibbles and soft kissed up to her toes.

Perrine hissed, trying to fight back the sensation as Perrine ran her tongue between her toes, sucking at the digits as they twitched and flexed unconsciously. Caressing the blonde's arch and heel gently with her thumbs, Francesca licked softly over Perrine's toes, letting her teeth scrape ever so gently here and there and eliciting the occasional squeal from Perrine.

Francesca pulled Perrine's other leg to her face now, the older girl's twin ivory soles flanking her olive face as she turned back and forth between them, kissing and nipping.

Perrine no longer had the strength to fight Francesca's sensual assault, but she continued to try to deny the delicious fire that ran along her nerves from the sensitive flesh of her feet which seemed to crash at the core of her sex, making her slick with anticipation.

Francesca's exploration continued, mapping Perrine's delicate flesh with kiss and touch, running her tongue up and down Perrine's calf while she massaged her toes, then nibbling on the bulge of the blonde girl's ankle until she shuddered with repressed moans.

Suddenly, Lucchini stopped, standing up over Perrine. Relieved, but partly disappointed, Perrine opened her eyes to see Francesca seize her legs and roll her over on her back. Flush with exertion, and huffing softly, she could only watch as Francesca sized her pants and the remnants of her stockings and pulled them off with a huge grin. Perrine's slit was visibly damp, partly with soapy water, but the edges of her lips were red and puffy, and her clit was almost visible beneath the folds of her hood.

"W-what are you doing Lucchini," Perrine slurred as Francesca lifted her legs and spread them apart in a lewd V.

"If you thought that was 'not bad, ' She grinned at Perrine, lifting her soapy foot to trace the taut, muscled lines of Perrine's inner thigh, "You won't believe this."

"N-no! NO!" Perrine said, adrenaline surging as she realized what Francesca was going to do. Her protests were cut off sharply as Francesca seized the rounded curve of her hood between two surprisingly dexterous toes and squeezed, pinching the flesh against Perrine's clit. Surprise and pleasure made Perrine jump, her muscles twitched and clenched, sending surge after surge of pleasure from her sensitive peak as it jerked between Francesca's squeezing digits.

Perrine arched her back sharply, letting out a long, low moan at the sensation. She never imagined the pleasure her sex was capable of producing, and had never indulged herself before. Now she whined and writhed as Francesca tended softly to the folds of her bare pussy.

"Gee, Perrine, " Francesca teased playfully, tracing her toe up and down the soft lower lips of Perrine's core, "You're really wet."

"O-of course, dummy," Perrine said huffily, 'It's all th-th-this soapy water..."

"I don't think the soap got up HERE," Francesca exclaimed, inserting her big toe deep into Perrine's pussy.

Perrine whimpered softly in pleasure as the walls of her sex clutched at the intruding member, she felt her hips begin to rock softly against Francesca's foot, gasping as she felt Francesca's smaller toes rubbing across the swollen peak of her clitoris.

"Ooh, Perrine," Francesca purred, "Your little kitty is so cute." Humming softly, she started to sing under her breath, ~Perrine's little Kitty, certainly is pretty; I got her wet, and made her sweat, and puffed up her little clitty!~"

"Ahn," Perrine moaned shamefully, covering her face with her hands, "Don't be so familiar... that's... that's so vulgar..."

"Why's it vulgar," Francesca demanded, sticking her foremost pair of toes into Perrine's pussy, wigging and thrusting them time with the rhythmic pulse of Perrine's thrusts. "What's wrong with being proud of feeling good!"

"B-b-but..." Perrine began, panting and shaking her head against the welling heat which threatened to overflow from the heart of her pussy, "This is perverse and strange! Sex is supposed to be romantic and passionate..."

"I can be romantic," Francesca argued, "Didn't I say your little pussy was cute?"

"That's just wrong!," Perrine whined, "First off that's not romantic its crude and vulgar," she said, still writhing as Francesca fed more and more of her delicate foot into Perrine's throbbing pussy. "And second, oh... oh second, romantic is being swept off your feet by handsome princess on a white horse, not molested in the laundry room by a dirty Romangna peasant!"

Francesca stopped her movements then, standing still. Perrine, afraid she might have gone too far, fanned her fingers to take a peak at Francesca's face. Francesca was staring down at the floor, not speaking, and Perrine took her hands away from her face completely try and speak to her. "Lucchini?"

Suddenly, Francesca looked up and grinned widely. "Prince-ESS?" she asked Perrine archly.

"What?"

"Prince-ESS on a white horse," Francesca said, "That's what you said.'

Blushing bright pink, Perrine sputtered a denial, "O-o-o-of course not! Prince on a white horse. Prince!"

Francesca just giggled, and twisted her foot deeper into Perrine's sex, the unexpected thrust making her throw her head back and groan in sudden pleasure. Francesca brought one of Perrine's held legs up to her face, nibbling delicately on her sole as she continued to thrust into Perrine's tender pussy.

By now Perrine had her hand at her mouth, biting down on her finger to hold back her moans, still fighting the rising pleasure she felt. "No... oh no," she panted as a soft, blue glow suffused her, and her feline ears and tail began to sprout.

"Ah ha!," Francesca whooped, "I knew you loved this. You can't even control your magic."

"It's not like that," Perrine whined, her hears flattening against her head.

"Don't worry, Perrine," Francesca grinned, "I know it feels good, just enjoy it." She continued to use her foot to drive Perrine wild, adoring the feel of Perrine's honey between her toes as she thrust into the hot core of her lover's body.

Perrine's tail twitched, curled up to the right with a tiny tuft of soap bubbles dripping off of it as Francesca continued to thrust into Perrine's sex, pushing her closer to climax. Perrine's voice was a litany of soft moans, and she reached to the side, gripping Francesca's discarded Uniform top in her hand, clenching it tightly as she began to climax.

"Lu~cchi~ni~" was all she could manage as she broke, arching her back with a great sigh, the rhythmic pulse of her tunnel grasping at Francesca's intruding limb as the blonde overflowed onto her foot.

"Eheehee~" Lucchini laughed, adoring the rush of sending her lover over the edge. "How 'not bad' was that, Perrine?"

Perrine didn't reply, laying exhausted with her arm over her eyes panting in the wake of her orgasm. She felt Francesca moving, and a shadow loomed over her. Moving her arm, she saw Francesca standing on one leg, extending her foot to Perrine.

"What," Perrine said, summoning the dregs of her grace, "Do you expect me to do with THAT."

"What else," Francesca, said, "It's your turn."

"I think not," Perrine said with a huff, "You might have... have ambushed me into this perverse farce, but I can assure you I have no intention of..." her protests were cut off as Francesca gleefully crammed her foot against Perrine's mouth. The older girl sputtered and slapped ineffectually against Francesca's leg, trying to force her away

Francesca kept rubbing her foot against Perrine's lips, smearing the girl's own nectar against her face as she tried to force her toes in between Perrine's clenched jaws. Worming her big toe between Perrine's lips, Francesca forced Perrine's teeth apart, wiggling her toes in the warm gap of her mouth. Perrine gagged a little, forcing her tongue out of the way of the intruding digits.

Struggling to breathe through her nose, Perrine's mouth was slowly filling with saliva mixed with her nectar and the washwater dripping from Francesca's legs. To keep from choking, she was forced to swallow, prompting a giggle from Francesca as she closed her mouth around the young girls foot.

Pulling her foot from Perrine's mouth, leaving a shiny trail of saliva and spent pussy juice behind, Francesca grinned and patted Perrine lightly on the cheek with the sole of her foot. "There now,"

Perrine rolled over onto all fours, coughing. She spat, and glared back at Francesca, her ears laid low and her tail pointed and twitching. "Flight Officer Lucchini, that was the most disgusting thing I've ever been subject to." She made move to crawl away, but was seized by the leg again by Francesca.

"We're not finished yet, Perrine!" Francesca said, dragging the exhausted girl back, "It's my turn now."

"W-w-what! You can't be s-serious!" Perrine groaned, scrambling against Francesca's surprisingly steady grip. She clawed wildly at the flagstones, trying to dig her nails in as she was drug bodily back to Francesca, "Ahh~! Someone save me..."

Quickly slipping her own pants off, leaving her smooth, slim pussy bare, Francesca seized Perrine by the Hips, rolling her onto her side and sliding in between her legs, snuggling her crotch against Perrine's with a sigh.

Hooking Perrine's leg over her shoulder, Francesca began to buck her hips, grinding her pussy against Perrine's as laundry water and pussy nectar mixed, making their mounds slide across each other smoothly.

"Ah, Perrine, it's good," Francesca whispered, crushing her sex against Perrine's abused pussy with wild abandon.

Francesca's own magic control was fading as she built her pleasure, and her short, pointed ears and tail emerged. She grinned, feeling Perrine's willowy tail behind her and seized it with her own, the stiff panther tail tail overpowering Perrine's, tugging gently on it with each thrust, forcing Perrine to move her own hips in time with Francesca's humping.

"No... no... please..." Perrine babbled, her head lolling from one side to the other in passionate delirium, "No more... so lewd... so vulgar..."

Francesca, sweat beading on her brow, continued to rut against Perrine's pussy, the lips of their sex parting slightly, rubbing against each with a hungry rhythm.

"Ooh, Perrine," Francesca moaned, gripping the older girls hips firmly, "I'm getting close, just a little more..." So saying, she stood, pulling Perrine's hips up off the ground.

"W-what are you doing Lucchini," Perrine muttered.

"C'mon," Francesca said, using her new leverage to pound her sex down against Perrine's pussy, "C'mon..."

Almost without realizing, Perrine steadied herself with her shoulders, pushing back against Francesca's ferocious thrusts. Holding herself up with the leg on Francesca's shoulder, she hooked her other leg under Francesca's arm, which the younger girl gripped in her armpit, and the two used the shared leverage to drive into each other with a renewed abandon.

Francesca reached down to her own pussy, gently pinching the swollen head of her clit, stroking it as she and Perrine continued the thrusts of their hips. Syncopated, high-pitched moans accompanied Francesca's lunges as she drove herself closer and closer to orgasm.

Fatigue and pleasure had driven most of the thoughts from Perrine's mind; her only goal, now, was to reach that golden peak again, and she clenched her legs tight against her slender lover, riding the waves of pleasure as the girls ground them selves against each other in a frenzy.

"Perrine! Perrine! Perrine!" Francesca stammered, her breath catching in her throat as she neared her release, "I'm coming Perrine..."

"No~!" Perrine whined, "I'm so close, please... "

Francesca, releasing her own clit, seized Perrine's, stroking it with her thumb in time with their hips. Perrine yelped, biting her lip and driving against Francesca, determined to push them both over the edge.

Francesca's orgasm was first, the girl crying out and losing her strength, dropping to her knees, collapsing against Perrine. Perrine managed a few thrusts against the slack form of the Romangna girl, finally peaking a second time as the two crumpled together into a sweaty heap.

Perrine wavered at the edge of sleep for several minutes, suffused with the afterglow... she snapped out of it rather abruptly, however, when Lucchini stirred, clinging tightly to Perrine's chest.

"Mmm... you smell nice," she muttered softly, nuzzling into the crook of Perrine's arm.

Perrine, for all she'd been through, couldn't find the energy to be that angry with Lucchini. She reached out, hesitantly at first, and gently scratched Francesca on the back of the head, just behind her fading feline ears.

The sharp sound of someone clearing their throat sent a surge of cold fear and embarrassment through Perrine, who scrambled to get up, fighting against Francesca who adhered like a barnacle to her side. Eventually making it to a sitting position with Francesca still clinging to her waist, Perrine looked up to see the crisp, white uniform of Major Sakamoto.

"Ma-ma-ma-major Sa-sa-sakamoto!" Perrine cried, nearly in tears, "This isn't what... I mean, I'm not.. I mean we did, but it's not.. I just mean..."

Sakamoto crouched down in front of Perrine, fixing her with her good eye. She smiled genially and clapped Perrine warmly on the shoulder, "HA HA HA... Don't worry so much Perrine, It's no big deal, I understand."

"Huh?" was Perrine's only response.

"I understand," Sakamoto said in a matronly tone, "In the heat of combat, you form deep relationships, the fires of war can make for strange bedfellows. I've seen this sort of thing before, it's hardly new."

"Eh? EEEH!" Perrine exclaimed, "N-no! It's not like that!"

"Don't worry, I said," Sakamoto loudly, clapping Perrine across the back, "No-one's going to mind. I was a little worried about you at first, Closterman," Sakamoto said, "You seemed... a little stiff. Standoffish. I thought you might need some help breaking the ice." She gave Perrine a conspiratorial wink, "In fact, I was thinking about taking you under my wing, so to speak." Perrine's glowing face lasted only seconds before Sakamoto continued, "I can see now I needn't have worried though, you're doing fine. Lucchini, though, she can be a handful, even with Shirley looking out for her. I expect you keep on her," Sakamoto said, clapping Perrine a final time on the back, not noticing the shattered look on the poor girl's face, "See if you can keep her in line a bit, since you two are getting on so well. Oh," she added on her way out the door, "And help her clean up in here... you two did make something of a mess."

Perrine sat in abject shock for a full minute. Francesca looked up at Perrine, and recoiled in abject terror at the growing angry look on the Gallian's face. Perrine's growl started low, but it rose in pitch as the aura of magical energy surrounded Perrine increased, sending jagged arcs of electricity outward.

Perrine stood slowly and turned menacingly around, snarling "LU~ CCHI~ N... she's gone?"

Francesca's survival instincts had her in a mad scramble, and she was fully twenty yards down the main corridor at a full sprint before Perrine managed to follow her, chasing her wildly through the lower hallways, howling "COME BACK LUCCHINI!"

Francesca didn't waste breath on a response, she was bolting down hallways, her soapy feet scrambling for purchase on the polished granite floors as she dashed for the main stairs with Perrine hot on her heels and closing.

Up the stairs and left with Perrine still giving chase, Francesca's nude form leap over, rolled across, and generally bounced off tables, lamps, doors, and workers as she looked for an escape. Bursting through a set of double doors, she was up and out through an open window and sprinting across the grass at full speed, leaving Perrine snarling and gasping in fury in the room Francesca just exited.

"You can't run far enough to get away from me, Lucchini!" Perrine shouted at the top of her voice, "The things I'm going to do to you when I catch you you will NEVER FORGET!"

With her words still ringing in the air, Perrine took a moment to take stock of her surroundings, and her entire body flared into bright pink embarrassment as, apparently, the two had burst in on the main dining room during dinner...

More than a half dozen pairs of eyes were fixed on Perrine, who was suddenly conscious of her stained, spotted, dripping uniform, matted hair, and the fact she was fully nude from the waist down. Yanking her uniform top down to cover herself, she tried to stammer an explanation.

"No, no, no! It's not... It's very much not what I looks like... I mean.... It's not like that... Lucchini grabbed me and... well it's not important what she did... well, it is but It's not the reason... I mean..." painfully close to tears now, she turned to Shirley, "Please, Shirley, you know what Lucchini's like... tell them!"

Shirley, without even looking up from her dinner just shrugged, "Eh... I always say, 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell.'" Minna and Barkhorn nodded sagely, and everyone pretty much went back eating dinner as Perrine sank to the floor and bawled.