Pretty 73: Murakumo x Shiki V
Murakumo of Gessen Academy is having a bit of a conundrum.
Her beloved, her girlfriend, the one and only Grim Reaper of Gessen, Shiki, has been rather busy for more than a few days, closer to a week now.
This left Shiki with very, very little time to spend with her sweetheart, her poor, dismayed Murakumo, who has had to cope with the intentional neglect via both their team's regular training as well as pouring her heart out into her doujinshi...with a lot of her works not up to her regular, incredibly high standards.
Murakumo's motivation for her art has been on the decline and she knows Shiki herself feels terrible for it. They know they want to spend more time together. Their eyes tell the tale whenever they meet each other's gaze.
Unbeknownst to Murakumo, Shiki has been busy helping promote a grand event. Being a very trendy young woman, Shiki is up to date on a lot of things, with very, very little escaping her beautiful, trend-seeking ruby eyes.
There was a new form of sport that has taken the world by storm, and in that good thing, some other sports and events have taken a rather strong hit as a result.
On an ordinary afternoon, about close to the end of the week that Shiki has been busy with a particular sports event, the blonde is nearly home to the dorms while Murakumo is sitting in their team's common room, surfing through channels on their home theater system (one of the very, very few luxuries Yumi, their team leader, actually allowed them to have...at least after some coaxing and convincing from her darling friend and fellow good ninja, Asuka) with the remote in one hand and the other hand idly drawing some random doodles on the sketchbook resting on the pillow next to her on the couch she sits on.
And then, during some random channel surf dictated by the Fates themselves...along with Shiki herself entering the room at just the perfect time…
There on the screen, Murakumo sees Shiki in what looks like a revealing yellow and black one-piece swimsuit with black leather thigh-high boots, advertising for motor races and other cars. She is practically getting all the attention, considering the outfit she is wearing, plus the people swooning. And then...Murakumo hears a squeak coming from behind her, startling her and she turns her head to see the blonde covering her mouth with one hand, dropping her purse in the process.
"I-It's not what it looks like!" Shiki stutters. "Honest!"
Murakumo stands up and walks toward her. "What's the meaning of this?"
"I-I can explain," Shiki puts her hands up in defense. "You see, there was this guy that's stalking me for however long the hell it's been, and I thought he was going to do something to me, but then...then he...proposed something to me." She picks up her purse and holds up a flyer. "This is what he handed me. Like, what the hell? A race queen job? As if! Or that's what i thought."
Murakumo just stands there as she listens to her beloved's story.
"As soon as I got the job, I advertised for money. Just posing while wearing that outfit right there," Shiki points to the television. "After doing that for a couple hours, I really liked the attention. Then I thought, 'This might get me a lot of views on my blog!'. So I kept the job for a while, blogging everything that happened on it. Though I did not realize that THIS would go on TV so suddenly!" She gestures her hand toward the television again. "Haaaah...I'm sorry, Muracchi. This is, like, totally weird, isn't it?"
Murakumo shakes her head. "It's not. But...why did you keep all this from me? From everyone else?"
Shiki bites her lip and slightly turns away. "I love you, Muracchi. I really do. But I can't help but want to get my viewers on a new topic for my blogs. I know you're upset that I was not giving my time to you as much as my blogs. But...but please..." She takes Murakumo's hand and places the flyer in hers. "If you must...would you forgive me if YOU were to do it with me?"
There is a desperate look on Shiki's face, almost as if she's crying.
Murakumo gives off a soft gasp upon feeling Shiki's warm hand touching her own while passing her the flyer with the attention-grabbing lettering of "RECRUITING! SUPPORT THIS DYING BREED OF SPORT!" and then, in a far smaller font: "...Before Keijo Ruins All! Please!" on the very bottom right corner.
"...wow, this sponsor is...pretty desperate..." Murakumo utters to herself and Shiki can't help but give off a little giggle.
Then, the terrifying hanya mask's eyeholes turn back to Shiki...yet the blonde smiles sweetly, knowing that the beautiful emerald eyes of her beloved are not looking through those eye holes.
"Muracchi...I'm sorry I did this all on my own...I know how you sometimes get...like...y'know...a weee~bit jealous...is it...no good? Muracchi, darling, do you want me to quit this race queen side shtick?" Shiki's voice softens and she still smiles as she makes that offer.
Murakumo grips Shiki's hand holding the flyer a bit tighter and she moves her other hand to tenderly take Shiki's and guide her fingers to her mask.
The blonde remains calm and she oh so gently, yet with a firm, good grip, peels the hanya mask off of her beloved's face yet keeps it to the side, resting partially over Murakumo's left ear.
The angelic face of Murakumo greets Shiki's ruby eyes and she smiles, seeing her meek and timid girlfriend look back and forth at the flyer in their joined hands and those gorgeous, exotic eyes of Shiki's.
"E-Eh, n-no! No! I-I mean, uuuu...I..." And Murakumo is a stuttering, blushing mess.
Shiki encourages her by tenderly stroking her hair, a caress here and a pat on the head there, not unlike a precious puppy.
Murakumo finds her courage yet can't help but look away again from Shiki's loving ruby orbs, stuttering.
"I...I'm not against you doing this...but I am against...you being a race queen...by...b-by yourself..."
"You're...you're so...b-beautiful and se-se... sekshi ...looking like that...that I don't think...my heart can take being away from you...when you're strutting your stuff and...dazzling everyone with your smile and your eyes...so...s-so...I want to...be there at the races...with you...alongside you...a-and...and who knows? I, I may just...get some...inspiration...for my next doujin..." Murakumo couldn't possibly be anymore precious even if she tried, and even then, Shiki doesn't think her own heart could take it.
Shiki can't help herself and she gives a happy, utterly relieved sigh and she dives right in to topple her and Murakumo over the back of the couch and the two Gessen maidens in love fall into an unceremonious mess of limbs on the carpeted floor, the two laughing like, well, the maidens in love that they are.
"Muracchi, Muracchi! Like, I'm so happy like you wouldn't believe! Like, oh my my blog's gonna explode when my friends and followers see you with me, oh babe! C'mere, like, gimme a kiss~!" Shiki straddles Murakumo and she leans in half-way, beautiful, plush, full lips puckered and ready, with Murakumo taking just a moment to gather her wits and then, the brunette leans in to meet her girlfriend half-way, thus the two become united in a deep, passionate kiss that have their hearts racing barely a second in.
"Mmm...mmmhmmm...chu...mmmchu...S-Shiki...I...I love you...and I trust you...s-so...I'll, um, I'll leave the...details...up to you, Ok?" Murakumo utters in-between kisses, the two girls blushing beautifully as they struggle to catch their breath.
Shiki gives a giggle and tenderly caresses her girlfriend's angelic face and soft, silky brown locks and ponytail.
"Like, you got it, darling! Leave it to me~! Sponsor-san will be like, su~per happy to have you on board, Muracchi! And I know just what you're gonna wear when you're by my side, Muracchi! Oh this is gonna be like, sooo awesome! Gyah, Muracchi, c'mon! Get back here, you!" And Shiki dives in for another, deeper, soul-searing kiss.
A Few Days Later
Murakumo is in the changing room with the race queen outfit that Shiki handed her.
It's basically a white top with a very open chest area that exposes a black bra with black criss-crossing strings plus white elbow gloves, a very short mini-skirt and white thigh high boots.
Murakumo puts on the outfit on and looks in the mirror, hardly believing what she's actually seeing. The outfit looks super small on her no matter where she looks. Also, to top everything off, she is without her mask.
Shiki comes into the room donning her own glorious black-and-yellow race queen outfit and holding out her phone.
"Ready to go, Muracchi~?" she asks.
"S-sure, but...is this...the right choice for me? T-To wear...this?" Murakumo asks.
"Of course! Everyone's going to freak once they see US in these, advertising and posing and smiling and all!" Shiki replies. She gently takes her girlfriend's hand and gives a nod. "I'll be there for you, don't worry. Just look your best, be as flashy as possible and attract customers. Smile for them smile for me, 'k~?"
"O-okay…"
The two girlfriends, now Race Queens, head outside to where there is a big, black, sleek race car that only those in the monetary range of, say, Ikaruga or Leo could think of affording.
Another car, a flashy red with black, with doors that lift upwards instead of opening to the sides like normal cars do. Some of the designs on the cars on display, both for civilian and racing purposes, include yellow stripes over the top and then at the sides as well. Then, there is a second car, an ocean-blue race car...that's clearly custom-made to have a very not-subtle, rather shameless advertisement for none other than Umi Sonoda's solo concert (which coincidentally, Shiki hasn't stopped talking about for at least three days) with Umi's picture on the side, her wearing her own blue race queen outfit, waving a black and white checkered flag waving.
She cannot believe she's advertising for such a thing. A famous school idol? She turns to Shiki, who winks at her.
"The Love Live! Competition and~Umi-chan's popularity have to increase somehow~" she simply says as she keeps leading her beloved Murakumo to their intended work station.
Murakumo lets out a sigh and grabs the checkered flag from the stand to signal some people to come over and take pictures and such. Shiki and Murakumo have never looked sexier and prettier than they do now.
Lots and Lots of people crowd around them, cheering and handing out money as they go while Shiki secretly video tapes the whole thing.
Confetti starts showering them from above and more people start cheering and gathering within minutes. Murakumo realizes that Shiki is right. Both of them advertising as race queens is a HUGE hit...and it seems people adore the shy brunette in particular.
Shiki turns to her girlfriend, who is doing very well at advertising. She smiles and gives off a soft sigh of bliss and relief.
She knew the love of her life could pull this off. She knew Murakumo could do it as soon as they started walking outside to advertise. Hours pass, hours of hard work and smiles. They made lots and lots of money.
At last, the sun has set and the two can finally go home.
In the changing room, Murakumo starts to take off her clothing when Shiki grabs her wrist and pins her against the lockers.
"EEK!" Murakumo squeaks, shutting her eyes tightly for just a moment before opening her innocent, emerald eyes to look at Shiki's ruby red ones, her face being close to hers. "Sh-Shiki! What are you doing!?"
"I don't want to leave just yet," Shiki says. "I want this to stay on for just a bit longer~"
"Eh? Wh-what do you mean?"
"I want to give you a reward for doing such a great job~" Shiki traces a finger on her girlfriend's exposed thigh. "I think you deserve it. I can't get enough of this body of yours...your outfit, babe...it drives me crazy~"
"Sh-Shiki...!" She squeaks, jumping a little at the feeling of Shiki's finger touching her exposed thigh and then, she feels the blonde's beautiful eyes staring at the open chest area.
"This is the best outfit I have ever given you~" Shiki whispers. "I could look at it, look at you, all day if I wanted to~"
She leans in to kiss the side of her neck, trace her finger on Murakumo's tummy, up and down until she reaches upward towards her chest.
"Sh-Shiki, please...!" Murakumo whimpers. "You're doing too much...!"
"Ehehe! I'm so sorry." She pulls away, looking into Murakumo's innocent green eyes. "You're just too damn sexy. And I want to be all over you...right here...right now~"
Murakumo bites her lip. She HAS to do something in order for Shiki not to take things any further. She's not ready for this, however...
"Sh-Shikiiiiii!" In an instant, she tackles the blonde to the floor, pinning her.
"Eh!? Muracchi, what the hell!?" She tries to get free but Muracchi keeps a tight grip.
"I-I'll show you!" Murakumo says, with eyes trying to be as serious as possible behind that shy expression. "I'll show you that I'm just as dominant...a-as you are!"
The one-piece-clad girl of the two blinks twice and then, her eyes close half-way, her lips pucker, a smile keeping them curled beautifully.
"Oh Muracchi...like, my goodness, I love it when you get like this...by all means, show me, babe. Instead of me giving you a reward...how 'bout you~take it?" The blonde coos and Murakumo could have sworn she just learned what a siren's song sounds like.
The precious brunette doesn't have it in herself to resist this particular Senran siren's call and thus, she dives in, her trembling, parted lips meeting Shiki's in a deep, passionate kiss that soon has the both of them moaning oh so sweetly, sweet moans that rise in volume as their tongues come into play and start curling around and caressing one another.
Shiki tilts her head and cradles Murakumo's angelic face in her warm hands, her luscious mane of blonde hair now looking like a golden halo under her as Murakumo continues to lovingly assault her mouth.
Shiki coos when Murakumo's hands get a little antsy, a little touchy feely, with the brunette moving to grab a handful of exposed thigh to drape that thigh-high boot-clad leg over her mini-skirt-clad hip, and her other hand moves to tangle in those silken gold tresses of Shiki's.
The blonde moans and gasps sweetly at the motions and she playfully tugs on Murakumo's ponytail to have the precious and lovestruck brunette press herself flush up against her blonde girlfriend, resulting in the image of beauty that is the two Senran Race Queens pressed together, their enormous bosoms struggling to have their skin touch through the gaps in their outfits' top halves, Shiki and Murakumo's hearts thundering in their ears and against each other's chests through the addictive friction of their outfits.
"Mmm...mmmchu...Shiki...Shiki...mmm...I love you, mmchu...I love you so much...you always...take me places...mmm...chu...you take me places I could never go alone...thank you..." Murakumo is always at her most precious and most overcome with emotion at times like this. Shiki adores it, feels privileged, to be the one to bring out this side of her best friend and girlfriend.
Eventually, the brunette finally, somehow, some way, manages to relent on her onslaught of love upon her blonde beloved's lips and body, and a soothing silence fills the air of the dressing room, on whose carpeted floor Shiki and Murakumo rest, the Race Queen girlfriends in each other's laps; the blonde's black-clad legs draped over her precious sweetheart's hips and Murakumo's own thigh-high-clad legs wrapped around Shiki's back.
Their arms around one another, massive chests squished together, foreheads pressed together, emerald gazing into ruby.
"Shiki..." "Muracchi...I love you so much too, babe. I love to take you places. I'll, like, keep taking you wherever I can, and wherever you want." Shiki coos, her own beautiful voice filled to the brim with emotion.
"O-Ok...Shiki...also...c-can I ask...that...you be my model...for my next doujin...? I think I...have an awesome idea for a new story...from this...race queen experience, Shiki..." Murakumo requested with a bashful blush and smile.
The blonde blinks twice and then, she gives a happy smile, head tilt and closed eyes and all.
"Yeah, babe! Like, I'd love to be your muse again! Do I get a special~preview?! Let's go, let's go home now!" The blonde gets up, both of them quickly missing the contact of their beautifully clad bodies, but their hands and fingers intertwining will do for now.
"But...but Shikiiii! We haven't even...changed clothes...!" Murakumo tries to protest but she squeezes Shiki's hand ever tighter. The blonde smiles and gives a wink.
"Then, we'll just have to ninja run back home! Up, up and at'em!"
"M-Mou, Shikiii! And n-no! You won't get a special preview! Y-You know about my anti-spoilers policyyyy! Shikiiii~!"
~The End~
Yuri-chan: We're back with our original OTP, everyone~ Boy it's a lot of fun writing this, though...we might have done a little bit of research. Hope what we did here is correct.
Major Mikey chuckles and pets Yuri-chan Yeah. We decided to be just~a bit more informed on the topic of Race Queens so as to not look like dummies here LOL We just needed a good, solid reason/excuse to have Shiki and Muracchi dress like this.
Magnificent, aren't they~?
Yuri-chan: All because of the cards~! Our usual...you know...help~
Major Mikey: Mmhmm! The Cards. Ohhh the Cards. They make it so~friggin' easy! Oh my goodness~ And I'd say it's more of a "Visual Aid", Yuri-chan~ ;D
Yuri-chan: mmhmm! Hope you all enjoyed this one.
Major Mikey: I know we~enjoyed writing this li'l piece~ And keep lookin' forward to the love and attention we'll give to the Senran maidens of the main cast. :3
Team Hanzo, Team Hebijo Elite, Team Gessen and Crimson Squad~!
Seeya'll next Pretty~! Semper-Fi! Carry on!
Yuri-chan: Have a nice day~!