Butterflies And Dragons
Chapter 36:
Tusk
So now the KanMusu party that was heading out to San Pedro comprised of Akagi, Kaga, Little Kaga, Souryuu, Hiryuu, Fubuki, Shimakaze, Fusou, Yamashiro, Arizona and Missouri, an 11-girl V formation racing towards San Pedro and the Port of Los Angeles. A convoy of planes and helicopters driven by fairies and a boat with their luggage driven by Shimakaze accompanied the traveling party.
At the Port of Los Angeles, and the Battleship USS Iowa in Berth 87, a young buxom woman with a blue dress, long black hair, auburn eyes, a blue scarf bracelt on her right wrist, a sunhat with blue ribbon, a ribbed Iowa Hawkeyes pullover sweater, white thighhighs and blue heels was munching on some Chick-Fil-A deluxe chicken sandwiches provided by Madoka Kaname and Homura Akemi through a catering service on board the ship. Madoka and Homura were with the personification of the now-retired battleship.
"Looks like my younger sister is bringing the girls over here," said Iowa, real name Iona Wallace McCrea, a cousin thrice removed by blood of Maurine Callaghan but close enough to be a full fledged sister otherwise. Iona was a sophomore at UCLA and played a role in helping provide temporary accomodations for Team Butterflies and Dragons.
"You monitoring that?" Homura asked her.
Iowa held up her iPad Pro, decked in her signature livery, showing a map and where the team was. "It even has a camera to show the girls travelings and the time it will take for them to get them. Right now, they are moving as fast as Santa's sleigh thanks to the fairy magic and will be arriving here at 6 p.m. approximately."
Homura yawned. "What a Christmas this has been. Playing Pangya for hours has done a number on me. That's what happens when school is out and the next semester at JWU isn't for a while."
"I love these Crunchwrap Sliders," Madoka said. "These get really addicting after a while."
"I've already sent a convoy of vessels to greet the team when they are 200 miles away from shore," Iowa said. "We'll parade them in."
"Oh my," Homura said. "So we're going to hype this up?"
"Well, if you look outside," she said, pointing to the news vans rolling in, "it's already beginning, ufufu."
"I see a group of vessels in the distance," said Fubuki to Akagi and the others as land was in sight.
A voice on the intercom, "Good evening, this is the United States Coast Guard, please identify yourselves, over," said the voice over the radio.
"This is Fubuki of the Japanese Maritime Self-Defense Force Kantai Collection, arriving with a party of 11, including two American citizens from Hawaii, over," Fubuki said in proper English.
The man on the radio looked from his vessels. "Confirm that you are the Butterflies and Dragons Party arriving on our shores, over."
"This is Akagi of the JMSDF, confirming, over," Akagi said.
"Welcome to California. Season's Greetings. Please slow down your speed to 20 knots; we will escort you to the Berth 87 of the Port of Los Angeles. Three members of the party are expecting you, over."
"Copy, over." Akagi nodded to the members of the team, who then formed a straight line and met the parade of vessels that accompanied them to the Port of Los Angeles and Berth 87 in San Pedro, where the press was taking photos from a designated area.
Iowa, Madoka and Homura finished eating and waited outside for the girls, and a number of Marines were getting set to disarm the party once they arrived. After 20 minutes, they finally arrived on shore and the Marines got to work disarming the girls as Shimakaze and a few other volunteers brought the luggage from the boat. "Big sis, big sis!" Missouri said to Iowa. "It's been a while!"
The two embraced. "My younger sister as a ship, my younger cousin as a civilian," Iowa said. "Did you run into trouble on the way here?"
"No, it was smooth sailing."
She noticed Arizona was with them. "Ari."
"Io, how are ya!" They also embraced. "Good evening, season's greetings to you."
"Akagi, Kaga, Souryuu, Hiryuu and Fubuki, we meet again," Madoka said to them.
"Good evening," Akagi said as they embraced each other. "Merry Christmas. We brought some others with us."
"Oh! I'm Shimakaze, and this is Fusou and Yamashiro!" Shimakaze said.
"Pyuuuu!" added Rensouhou-chan.
"We're going to be rooming with the Butterflies and Dragons too and provide some security!"
"Excellent," Homura said. "Anyway, welcome to Los Angeles. The City of Angels, and where you will be living and training at for the next several months."
"Ma'am, we loaded the luggage," said one of the volunteers, pointing to a bus decked out in special livery, with the Kantai Collection logo, the JMSDF flag, the sponsors, the Rio 2016 logo and the four representatives for Japan in their usual outfits in front of a crowd of fans supporting the Japanese delegation at Rio 2016.
"Good. Time to get on board. Oh, and Akagi?"
"What?" she asked.
She produced a bag. "Three of each of the All-Day Breakfast items from McDonald's are in this bag, minus the coffee, which is in a can. Starbucks Doubleshot."
Akagi nodded and started to work on one of the sandwiches as they boarded the bus. Shimakaze was the de facto film person for the team as the shuttle began its hour-long trip from San Pedro to the University of California, Los Angeles. The dorm that they would head to was Holly Ridge in the De Neve Plaza complex.
Fubuki was next to her, watching the bright lights of the city pass by her. A number of police vehicles were in front and behind them, and officers were on the Harbor Freeway, a.k.a. Interstate 110, to ensure that they arrived on time. "So you're gonna be doing some distance learning here too, huh?" asked Iowa to Missouri and Arizona.
"Yep," Ari said, flipping through some business news on her iPad as Momo did some Vining. The ironic thing was that on the bus, a song associated with USC, UCLA's rivals was playing. Curiously.
"Why don't you ask him if he's going to stay?
Why don't you ask him if he's going away?
Why don't you tell me what's going on?
Why don't you tell me who's on the phone?
Why don't you ask him what's going on?
Why don't you ask him who's the latest on his throne?
Don't say that you love me!
Just tell me that you want me!
Tusk!
Don't say that you love me!
Just tell me that you...
TUSK!"
"That song is associated with USC, and we're heading to UCLA," Ari said, unimpressed with the song selection. "Come on, man!"
Akagi giggled. "You sure seem to be enjoying yourself, A-ri-chan."
"Jeez, it's not like I can't help myself. Oh, and we get to see the Rose Parade too, and see everything that Pasadena has to offer."
Homura passed around some VIP passes and identification cards for the shipfus. "You'll need this. By the way, we get to eat at Lawry's on the 28th ahead of the Beef Bowl, which normally isn't open to the public but we're seated away from the teams and coaches and staff, so we get a table for ourselves."
"Where's that at?"
"Lawry's the Prime Rib. In Beverly Hills." Akagi licked her lips. "I knew this was going to interest you."
"Is Akagi that hungry for prime rib right now?" asked Missouri.
"She's hungry for anything and everything," Iowa explained. "She loves food in general. Oh, that reminds me, I have a wager ahead of the Rose Bowl Game and Parade. Akagi."
She snapped back to her senses. "Yes?"
"If you don't mind, I have a wager to make."
"Go ahead."
"I will be supporting the Hawkeyes in the Rose Bowl Game next Friday. You?"
"I got Stanford getting it done because they know their sports. Smart people, too."
"Okay, so here's what going to happen. If Iowa wins, me, Arizona and Missouri get to snuggle and sex up Fubuki that night."
Fubuki blinked. "Huh!?"
Shimakaze's mouth was shaped like a chestnut. "Ohhhh..."
"And if Stanford wins, which they should, me and Kaga get to ravage Fubuki-chan some more."
Fubuki's nose started to bleed a little as a creepy smile came across her face. "Akagi-sempai, that is, that is...!"
"Oh Fubuki, you're so silly," Iowa said.
"That reminds, me, Iowa, you didn't tell us a bit about yourself."
"Well, as you know, I am the personification of the USS Iowa, my real name is Iona Wallace McCrea, a cousin by blood of Maurine, or Momo, a sister to Missouri, the older sister that is. In my past live, I did a lot of work and survived World War II.
"Big sis and I were there to see the surrender of Japan and we also got modernized and saw some more action in battle before we were retired," said Momo. "But while our past selves are floating museums, we live on as regular KanMusu/college students. As well as Ari."
Ari had a naughty look at Akagi, who was wondering why. "I want to personally even the score with you tonight...by making you my toy in the dorms!" she said via telekinesis.
"Kaga?" Akagi asked her via telekinesis.
She elected to grab a sandwich from Akagi's bag and work on it. "Don't go overboard, but I get the point." Arizona blushed, stroking herself in anticipation, biting a finger tensely.
Two lines of residence hall staff awaited the team bus, and as it arrived outside the hall, they proceeded to bring out the luggage for the girls, who left the shuttle, collected their luggage and began the process of moving it. It was a little after 10 p.m. and Sanfrecce Hiroshima was battling FC Tokyo in the Emperor's Cup semifinals.
"Ahhh, so tired," said Akagi, who had her room with Kaga. Souryuu and Hiryuu had their own room; Iowa, Missouri and Arizona had their own room; Fusou and Yamashiro had theirs; and Little Kaga was rooming with Fubuki and Shimakaze. The design of their rooms was made to exactly resemble that of their dorm rooms at Etajima.
"So I get to move in with you two," Shimakaze said with a smile as she helped move their clothes into the dorm room while Little Kaga plugged in their electronic devices.
"You know how to do that, Kaga-chan?" asked Fubuki to her.
"Mom taught me how to do it," she replied. And then, it was done. "I did it."
Fubuki then looked out the window. "Ooooh, look at all those city lights. Is that Downtown?"
"Looks like it," Shimakaze guessed. "Well, now that I'm settled, it look like I'll go ahead and go for a run, wanna join me?"
"Go ahead and do what you want, just be sure to come back okay Shimakaze-chan?" Fubuki asked.
"Ou!"
"There she goes, Fubu-nee," Little Kaga said. "Shimakaze was born to run."
As Little Kaga elected to go to the computer to play some Pangya, Fubuki was scrolling through Emperor's Cup results. "So Sendai and Kashiwa are drawn through extra time, Urawa won. Oh my, FC Tokyo is leading 1-0. And Gamba too. Ugh..."
Beam impact. Hole in one. HIO. "What are you looking at, Fubu-nee?" Little Kaga asked.
"Emperor's Cup soccer scores. Our team is trailing."
"Oh my. That isn't good." Little Kaga connected the computer to the HDTV, allowing Fubuki to watch Little Kaga calc her way to contention in Ice Spa. The room was a bit war, and Fubuki elected to take off her skirt so that she had just her top and white panties on, her hair let down as she chose to masturbate her soft clean-shaven womanhood out of boredom. A dakimakura of Nao Tomori was next to her and she chose to melt into goo, rubbing her crotch and breasts vigorously all over it as she got herself confortable, purring like a cat.
"Mom was right," said Little Kaga. "Fubu-nee, you're such a perv."
"Wanna join me?" she asked seductively.
"Playing."
Fubuki laid on top of the dakimakura, paying attention to the scorelines on her iPad while watching Little Kaga continue to play Pangya like a pro. Her rank was only Amateur E, but she was racking up the experience and leveling up real quick. She has started playing days ago and was leveling up easily.
"Should I do a different map, like Deep Inferno?" asked Little Kaga.
"Why not? You like challenges, right?"
"Okay!" So she did a Deep Inferno short game in Grand Prix more.
"Yeesh! Sagan Tosu just equalized. 1-1."
"Who's that?"
"A team from Tosu, Saga Prefecture."
"It sounded like Juventus, that's why I asked, Fubu-nee. Sagan Tosu sounds like Juventus." Another beam impact hole in one, Hole 2, Deep Inferno, tomahawk.
"Oh, Sanfrecce just equalized late, 85th minute and it's Takuma Asano, who couldn't find the net last weekend against Guangzhou. Come on Sanfrecce!"
"Good luck and high five?"
"Mmm-hmmm."
The exchange, and Little Kaga was back to grinding. "Fun."
"Gamba Osaka are now leading 2-1. They're through, it looks like. Ahhh," sighed Fubuki, electing to roll over and stimulate the voluptuous volume of her breasts and the erectness of your nipples, taking delight in her proportions while still monitoring progress over in Nagasaki. "3-1 Gamba...Sagan have checked out of the Emperor's Cup. And extra time is on the way between FC Tokyo and Sanfrecce. Ugh..."
"Bonus soccer," Little Kaga said, her fingers crossed. "Chance."
Minutes later... "YES! Sanfrecce scored! Takuma Asano with a brace. 2-1! Didn't find the net in the previous game, he found it this time."
Little Kaga turned around, flashing the crossed fingers again. "Told you. Chance." The Admiral deposited enough cookies that she had won at least 20 rares and super rares from Memorial Gacha. Also, the trove of Love Chocolate (10,000 pieces in all!) meant that within weeks, she would be reaching the Pro ranks. Eventually, no further goals would be scored.
"I'm glad," sighed Fubuki, letting out a massive release as she fell into a deep sleep. With a yawn, Little Kaga logged off and turned off the light, dressed down to her underwear and laid next to Fubuki as a blanket covered them both.
"Uh, hello?" Shimakaze said, outside the room, shivering after a long run. "Can I get in? Mou. MOOOOOOUUUU!" She was locked out and forgot to bring her key with her. O Shimakaze.
END CHAPTER 36