Blooming Through the Cracks: Chapter 3-Rosebud
Len nervously darted his eyes from one nude inmate to another, his hands covering his small member. To think that the system would be so cruel as to place him in a woman's prison just because he has the face of a girl. The utter humiliation continued to jeer at him.
"HEY, BLONDIE! GRAB A BAR AND LATHER UP!" Meiko ordered.
Len jolted from the abrupt roar of her voice bouncing off the yellow tiled walls.
"Y-YES, MA'AM!" he stuttered.
With his hands still cupped in his lap, Len shyly shuffles over to the bar of soap lying in a white dish. As soon as he grabs it, a hand perches on his shoulder.
"Mmm, an' what'cha hidin' down there, young lady?" a husky voice asks seductively.
Panic quickly conquered Len's mind, and he spun around to see his giggling sister. His hand angrily strangles the soap.
"Rin, you-!"
PLOP!
The twins watched as the soap flew from the boy's grasp and plummeted to the floor. They looked at each other wide-eyed.
"You...dropped the soap..." Rin whispered.
Len's face twisted in horror, while Rin's broke into an amused grin.
"YOU DROP-!" Rin spoke up.
"ALRIGHT! SHUDDUP!" Len cut in.
He glanced about the steamy room to see if anyone had noticed. Feeling relieved that they were occupied with their showers, he returned to his sister's cheeky face.
"I don't think they saw...okay, watch behind me, got it?"
"Yeah, I hear ya."
"WELL, WHADDYA WAITIN' FOR?! PICK UP THE SOAP, BLONDIE!" Meiko boomed with a sadistic grin.
The twins halted to look up at the warden but was met with the preying eyes of other women.
"Hmm, that blonde kid seems kinda cute," one commented suggestively.
"Hey, now, I saw her first!" another voice protested.
"I'm sure she don't mind doin' all o' us at the same time."
Miku turned to the twins and approached them with a sigh.
"Here, I got it," she insisted.
She bent over to retrieve the slick bar...
Then felt her bare rear being pressed against something warm and soft.
"Ho! Ho! Looks like Rosebud's claimed her bitch already!" an inmate chuckled.
Rosebud? Who...?
Miku whirls her head to find the same unknown pinkette from the exercise ground. Her slim, yet surprisingly, delicate hands slick and slippery with soap slithered and sank into her supple skin. The tealette tears from her hold and gawks at her with a blush.
"W-What're you...?"
"Damn, Rosebud's got the fresh meat, huh?! This shit I gotta see! She usually puts on the best fuckin' show!" Meiko chimed.
Rin and Len focused on the two women. The blonde girl, of course, saw humor in the situation.
"Welp, we'll just leave you two lovebirds to it. Just try not to make a lot of noise, m'kay?"
Miku threw her a severe expression before facing the pink inmate.
"You're...Rosebud?"
The woman nodded. Her blue eyes sank to the floor to see the soap bar sitting at the twins' feet. She walked towards it, picked it up, and went back to Miku. Teal eyes started to roam her mature figure, especially her rather...large bust...but what she could not help notice, and she was sure as hell Rin and Len were aware of, were the patterns of her tattoos.
Every inch of her body, from neck to toe, was inked with the intricate designs of roses with their thorny stems snaking around her beautiful frame; it was like she was a human flowerbed.
Rosebud pointed at her tattooed back, snapping the smaller woman from her trance.
"Huh? My back?"
She nodded and gestured with the soap in her hand. Miku's eyes lit up with realization.
"You wanna wash my back?"
She nodded again.
The smaller woman bit her lip in thought. This "Rosebud" is quite an attractive woman. Toned muscles, toned abs, and a nice jawline to boot.
Miku tentatively turned her back to her, and parted her hair to expose more of her creamy skin.
"G...go ahead..." she permitted meekly.
Rosebud pressed the lathered soap bar against her back. A shudder reverberated through the other woman's body as the object glided in small circles.
There was something...nice about this treatment. Her hand motions were not at all rough. In fact, they felt...meticulous. Calculating, almost. A feeling that felt comforting, unlike...
The tealette shook the disturbing thoughts from her head.
No, Miku. Don't think about those days. Think about what's here and now.
Rosebud ceased her movements and raised her concerned eyes to the back of her head.
"I'm sorry," Miku said, "I just-"
An alarm blared nasally, its intrusive voice bouncing off the walls and scaring the daylights out of Miku and the twins.
"Aww, dammit!" one inmate whined.
"An' it was just gettin' good, too!" another groaned.
Meiko irritably sucked her teeth.
"Alright, ladies! Show's over, I guess! Grab a towel and follow me! Shit...and I was just gettin' wet, too..."
The four watched each inmate wrap a white towel around their curves. Rosebud turned her head to Miku then to the twins; she noticed something standing at attention on Len's lower region. Her pink eyebrows knitted together in befuddlement, making Rin look over and cackle.
"So, uhh...lemme explain," Miku insisted.
The teal woman awkwardly cleared her throat.
"Apparently, Len...looks very...girly. And the system kinda took it as a joke. That's how he...ended up here...in a woman's prison."
"BWAHAHAHAHA! IT'S FUNNIER EVERY TIME WE EXPLAIN IT!" Rin howled.
"It's not that funny!" Len defended.
Covering his small member, Len scurried over to hastily wrap a towel around his waist.
Miku heard a silent, mature snicker emitting from Rosebud's sealed lips.
"Ah..."
Still snickering, the pinkette glanced at her through her squinted eyes.
"Your laugh..."
The woman cleared her throat sheepishly and cast her eyes downward.
"No, no," Miku rushed over to take her by her tattooed arms.
"I think it's beautiful."
The taller woman gazed into her sincere teal orbs.
"Hey, Rosebud! Your face's almost the same color as ya hair!" joked Rin.
The blushing woman smoothed her fingers through her own wet carnation locks.
Meiko clicked her heels to the doorway to see Len waiting on the three.
"Hey, two twinkie bars and green girl! Since you three're the last ones, you guys'll be doin' laundry!"
"Oh, what the hell?! What about Rose here?!" Rin complained.
Meiko locked her eyes with Rosebud and gave her a sinister smirk. Miku furrowed her eyebrows.
"Rosebud can come with me. I happen to have a little...treat...for her."
"A treat?" Miku questioned.
She veered her head to the woman whose face held a dark and begrudged expression, like she wanted to kill her.
"Hurry up, and get a towel, now, Rosebud. You know where my office is..." she sauntered out of the room but paused halfway.
"...so don't keep me waiting."
Shortly, the brunette clicked away humming to herself. The steamy air became thick with suspense until Rosebud briskly stalked over to the stacks of towels.
Shaking her head slightly, Miku sprinted after her.
"Hold on!" she said.
The taller woman lifted her head at the voice to meet the teal inmate.
"What exactly is she talking about?"
Rosebud could only offer her a troubled smile. She folded the thin cloth around her chest and hurried out of the shower room.
"...the hell was that about? And what treat?" Rin asked.
"I dunno..."
After pondering the idea, Miku's eyes widened along with a soft gasp.
"Wait, she could be-"
"IF YOU FUCKHEADS'RE DONE HAVIN' TEA IN THERE, FOLLOW ME TO THE LAUNDRY ROOM! A PILE O' SHITTY DRAWERS AIN'T GONNA WASH ITSELF!"
Miku's face crinkled in disgust.
"Oh, Jesus fucking CHRIST!" Rin shouted while pinching the flimsy hem of soiled underwear.
Miku felt a smile tug at the corners of her mouth and chuckled.
"And what the hell're YOU laughin' at?" she snapped.
"It's just...your reactions..." she laughed.
Rin rolled her eyes.
"Well, it's true...don't really wanna be doin' strangers' crusty underwear."
She looked over to her brother who held up a large, yet stretched, pair of worn-in underwear with fascination.
She blinked at him, astonished and disturbed.
"Len."
Upon hearing his name, the boy frantically threw the pair into the mouth of the washer.
"...yeah?"
"Were you just-?"
"No."
Rin's gaze fell to the lower half of his orange jumpsuit and lifted her eyebrows at his stiff member poking through the fabric.
"I forgot. You still get off on used panties?"
The teal woman whipped her head to the twins, completely caught off guard by the question.
"Huh?" Miku asked.
"N-NO! I-I WAS-!"
"Damn, Lenny boy. And all this time, I thought you grew outta that. Wonder what mom would say."
"D-don't bring her up!"
"Why not? She's dead, ain't she? Not like she can hear."
The tension that silently loomed over the three was almost suffocating. Len's face darkened, a rare face his sister had seen only a couple of times in her lifetime. Strangely enough, she knew that the reason why her brother's features would become so grim was because she would speak ill of their mother. To Rin, it did not matter whether she was alive or not. Really, she preferred if she was dead.
"Guess you haven't changed after all, huh? You still look through mom's drawer?"
"What the hell're you talking about?"
"Oh, c'mon, you little freak. Remember when you used to look for mom's used panties?"
"Shut up."
"Ya know, after she died, I really thought you'd stop bein' a momma's boy."
"I said shut the fuck up, Rin!"
"Have you forgotten what she did to-"
"Rin!"
The girl went abruptly quiet at the sound of Miku's voice interfering.
"Let's just drop whatever's between you guys and finish the rest of the load. We're almost done."
Rin just smirked to herself and reached for another pair. Her eyes illuminated with discovery as she lifted a "unique" pair of white underwear.
"Speaking of panties, check these out."
Len and Miku reluctantly peeled their attention away from the underwear as they wanted nothing more than to be done, but they blushed intensely at the sight presented.
A dainty pair of lacy white panties with parts of its designs thinly sewn into curvy patterns.
Len mindlessly tossed a pair of underwear into the washer and approached Rin from behind.
"Wh-whose're those?" he stammered.
"Not sure. Let's see..."
Rin's thumb explored and fumbled through the piece of clothing until she found a name neatly written on a silky tan tag.
"L. Megurine."
"L. Megurine?" Miku echoed.
"Whose that?" Len asked.
Rin shook her head.
"Dunno. But," she tossed them in the washer, "we can always track 'em down later."
"For what?" Miku asked.
Rin shrugged insouciantly.
"Mmm...just for shits and giggles."
She roguishly grinned at Miku who just rolled her eyes.
"That's the last of 'em?" the tealette asked.
Rin looked back at the empty basket.
"Uh, yep."
"Thank god."
Miku crossed over to the twins and sat on the wooden table.
"Least now, we just gotta fold 'em up after we put 'em in the dryer," she said.
"Ah, fuck! I forgot about that!" Rin whinged.
"Yeah, but they'll be clean."
The blonde girl pouted at the washer.
"...you're right about that."
"Mmnnn...I'm so fucking close," Meiko huskily moaned.
Rosebud flicked at her gooey walls and kept her hard stare at the brunette's sweat pooling into her belly button. The woman absolutely hated the way she would use her. It was like she was her stress reliever.
Meiko's head limply fell to view the inmate's spiteful expression.
"Look at me, Rosey..." she breathed.
Rosebud disobeyed her order and creased her eyebrows defiantly, but the domineering warden was having none of it, especially during her upcoming climax.
With two hands, she shoved her head into her drooling flower and squirted her juices inside. The musky smell and taste filled her mouth. Tears scurried from the corners of her eyes as she tried not to breath in her musty odor. Ragged pants and shudders electrocuted her body, making her convulse. Her flushed, yet flinty, face met Rosebud's, whose mouth was still buried in her hairy patch.
"Look at me," she repeated through gritted teeth.
Rosebud unwillingly raised her cold glare to her.
"Swallow it."
The inmate knew that she would not release her unless she did what she was told. What option did she have?
So...
GULP!
She swallowed. Every last sickeningly sticky drop.
Meiko gave her a pleased smile.
"Good girl."
Miku laid in her dusty dark blue sheets and blankly bored her weary gaze into the back of the bed above her. Her mind was drained of all thoughts, except for the desire to sleep.
Though, she had to admit. Today was...somewhat fun.
She made friends with a pair of bizarre twins, made enemeies with the warden, witnessed a few fights, and...Rosebud.
It's a little strange...every time she even thought of the name, her heart hammers her chest.
She turned to the wall and followed the path of the deepened tawny lines bleakly creating endless routes.
Could Rosebud-
"Aight, Hatsune. Meet'cha new roomate," a gruff female voice announced.
Miku did not respond and shut her eyes. As long as the person decides to not beat the holy shit out of her in her sleep, she did not care who the person was.
Until she felt the presence of someone's body weighing her bed. An arm was even coiled around her waist.
The unknown cellmate brought her rear to her hips and felt tender kisses walking from her jawline to her neck.
Miku jumped up in a frenzy and looked over to see...
"Rosebud?" she called.
Rosebud gripped the bedsheets nervously. She could hardly believe it. The woman whom she had just meet a few hours ago is her cellmate.
What are the fucking odds?
Then her mind drifted to the enigmatic conversation she had with the warden in the shower room.
"Wait...what happened between you and the warden?"
Rosebud lifted her gaze to hers. The two shared a few seconds of still silence. Unconsciously, Miku glanced down at her name bolded in black.
L. Megurine, it reads.
L. Megurine...L. Megurine...L...
Her mouth almost unhinged itself from a sudden revelation as she watched Rosebud roll to her side, her orange back facing her.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait! Don't go to sleep just yet!"
Quiet snoring was heard from the woman.
Did she really just go to sleep that fast?
Miku peered over her body slowly but was met with a cunning smile. The pinkette flipped her to her side and began tickling her.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! CUT IT OUT!" Miku begged through her laughter.
The woman kept her simper and continued wiggling her fingers in her most sensitive spots until they cramped.
Miku's howling fits were appeased with a few chuckles escaping her lips, and she was left staring at the wall.
"Rosebud?"
She felt the pinkette shuffle around and raise her head.
"...what's your real name?"
Rosebud silently stared at the back of her teal head. With no response, she crashed herself into the pillow and pulled the smaller woman close to her.
"You don't wanna answer?"
She remained quiescent.
"That's fine. Want me to tell you mine?"
She did not budge. Miku took this as an invitation to continue.
"My name's Miku Hatsune. Twenty years old. I know. Sounds pretty young to be in jail, right? Well..."
She snuggled deeper into Rosebud's embrace.
"I have my reasons...for doing the things I've done."
Again, the pinkette said nothing, but she was listening. Though she wanted to open her mouth to speak, Miku resumed.
"Heh. You probably don't care to hear about why I'm here. I also bet you're really asleep, huh?"
Rosebud interlocked her fingers around the tealette's in response. Her face lit up a brilliant hue of red at the intimate action. A smile peeked onto the lines of Miku's lips.
"I have...just one more question...do you...wear white lacy panties?"
Embarrassed, Rosebud sprung to life and tickled her mercilessly.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP! I'M SORRY! AHAHAHA!"
This was probably the happiest Miku had been in a long time, despite being in prison.