Market Day

by

RobertCop3

This is a short fic idea I got all of a sudden, which is also inspired by the continuity of LordRyuTJ's "SNK Heroines: Tournament of Dignity." As you know if you've read it, in that verse Iroha (the token fan-service character from the Samurai Shodown series) is Elisabeth Blanctorche's maid. His fic inspired me to do an AU continuity, where the two are lovers who are into dom/sub.

The cover art for this fic was done by a user who goes by Tyanoki on Twitter. They mostly do art of Sakura and other CAPCOM ffighting ladies, but they've done some SNK arts as well, and their page is worth checking out.

For anyone who's seen Iroha's outfits in SamSho VI or SamSho 2019, you would know that she would have a hard time leaving the house dressing the way she does, which inspired this fic. It's short, but I hope you like, and as always, feedback is welcome.

All characters are property of SNK/Playmore. I don't own them or the video games

The middle of the week was one of Iroha's favorite days. Largely because it gave her a rare excuse to get out of the house and stretch her legs. Technically, the voluptuous maid didn't belong in this time period, nor did she legally exist on paper, so both she and her benefactor in this century, Elisabeth Blanctorche, felt it would be prudent for her to limit her time outside of the grounds of Elisabeth's ancestral mansion.

But market day was a pleasant exception. Having planned out her meals for the week, Iroha went into Paris to go shopping for the ingredients she would need. True, the lady of the manor could easily have given the shopping list to a delivery service to handle, but she was aware how much this outing meant to Iroha. The blue-eyed beauty was a woman of simple pleasures, no doubt because she was originally a child of nature, who had chosen to take on a human form and live among them for the love of someone for whom she cared more than life itself.

So she had a simple heart, one that found joy in small things. The bustle and energy of the market, not to mention the myriad smells, the sounds, the abundance of color in the local merchants' wares, reminded her of the markets in the eighteenth century Japanese village where she lived with her Master. It was the one day of the week where she felt a little less homesick, was able to forget the longing to get back to her time, and her Master's arms. It was also one of the few times she was able to go out and about, and it was always a day she eagerly anticipated.

I just have to slip past her, she thought to herself. Currently, the maid was in her room, looking herself over in the full-length mirror. She adjusted the white lapels on the front of her very loose interpretation of a maid's uniform, then reached behind her in an attempt to fix the minuscule string of black floss that comprised the rear of her thong underwear, which was nearly being swallowed by her huge, plump butt cheeks. While she enjoyed showing off her best feature, it could be damn uncomfortable at times to do so.

Finally, when she felt everything was reasonably in place, she picked up the small bottle of perfume resting on her dresser-top, and used her fingertip to apply a tiny dab to her neck, her cleavage, and both butt cheeks. That done, she grabbed the stack of reusable shopping bags resting on her bed, along with the grocery list she'd written, and made way down to the foyer with all the stealth one would expect from a Japanese ninja maid. Pausing at the top of the wide staircase, she cast a quick glance around, and finding the main hall empty, made her way down to the ground level and opened the door leading outside…

...Only to come face to face with a stern-looking woman in a flawlessly-pressed blue waist-jacket and pristine white riding trousers, arms folded across her breast, her steel-blue eyes unblinking. "And where are we off to?" Elisabeth Blanctorche asked her employee-turned-lover.

Iroha attempted to feign a look of confusion, like the lady should already know. "Um, to the market, milady," she answered, waving the list in her hand. "It's shopping day."

The older woman gave a curt shake of the head. "Not if you're dressed like that," she said, casting her gaze up and down the maid's voluptuous body, clad in its usual, fan-service-y attire that would make a passer-by on the street think that Iroha was on her way to dance at someone's bachelor party, or to shoot some videos for Pornhub.

The buxom beauty took on a pouty expression. "But, milady…"

"We've been over this, Iroha." Elisabeth pointed over her shoulder. "You wish to go to the market, and I don't wish to deprive you of that pleasure. But first, you have to go change."

"But they're so uncomfortable," the maid insisted. "Even worse than the pain in my bad ankle."

"I know, Iroha, and I do sympathize with you. But I've lent you some of my dresses, and those just seemed to make the problem worse." Elisabeth left unsaid that due to their height difference, her old dresses were extremely loose on Iroha. Not to mention that the shape-shifting crane maid didn't wear panties underneath, something that was revealed to the market place a few weeks ago, on a very windy day.

So at the moment, Iroha's only option was pants. Which she hated wearing, because they felt far too confining. At least her maid's uniform allowed air to circulate, even through the tight satin of her thigh-high stockings. "I just don't see the point, milady. When I'm here at the mansion, it doesn't matter what I wear."

"Nor should it," said her employer. "Iroha, you know I'm on your side. Around here, I allow you to express yourself as you wish, so long as your job gets done, and it always does, and you never fail to exceed my expectations. But out there… other people aren't as understanding as I am."

Iroha furrowed her brow, having one of those moments where she showed the wisdom that came from being an animal turned human. "So… I have to cover myself because they don't have any self-control? That hardly seems fair."

Elisabeth shook her head and rubbed her temple. "Iroha, I am not condoning the actions of the people who… took liberties with you while you were out running errands in your maid's uniform. Honestly, I think they all had it coming. It's just… your responses were a tad… excessive. By the standards of the society you currently live in."

"I can take care of myself, milady."

"I know you can. And I respect that. But, remember what happened two weeks ago, when you snuck out of here without changing? That local pinched you while you were bending down to look at that display of fish, and you almost took his head off with your sword. And then last week, that American tourist in the marketplace slapped you… down there?"

Iroha reared up, suddenly defensive. "He startled me! My suplexing him was justified. In the century I come from, if you hesitate when someone attacks you, you're dead!"

"You're not in that century at the moment," Elisabeth said with a sigh. "And yes, your action was justified. But… you suplexed him into that vegetable stand, completely smashing it. That vendor's wares for the day were ruined, and so was his stand. I had to compensate him for that. And it turned out that tourist was a United States Senator's nephew, which brought a lot of attention from authorities. You know that creates a problem because…"

"...Technically, I was never actually born," Iroha finished for her, shoulders sagging a little. "At least, not as a human."

"Precisely. You have no birth certificate, no passport, nothing in writing to prove you exist. You're lucky I was able to forge those papers indicating that you were part of a work exchange program. Well, Kagura Pharmaceuticals provided the documents, but we're just lucky the police bought it, and no further questions were asked."

Elisabeth cast a glance over her shoulder, at the waiting car. The driver had his back to them, and did not seem to be paying them any mind. So she looked back towards her maid, who now stared sheepishly at the ground, and reached over, taking both Iroha's hands in hers. "I care for you, Iroha. I don't want to see you get in some situation where even I can't help you. If the outside world learns your true nature, they'll probably send you off to some lab to be studied, and then you might never see your Master again."

Her bright baby-blue eyed gaze moved up to meet Elisabeth's own, noting the rare look of softness on the noble woman's features. "So please. Under my roof, you can show as much skin as you want. But in public, dress more appropriately."

Regret now gnawed at the buxom cutie's stomach. She hadn't even stopped to consider these things whenever she'd retaliated against a creep or lowlife who groped her in the market. What Elisabeth had mentioned was a real possibility. If she did get locked up, she might never get back to her own time, to be able to tell her Master how much she loved him, and longed to share her life with him.

There were lots of people who weren't as accepting, as understanding as the older woman, and Elisabeth had done so much for Iroha since she'd wound up in this time. She'd given the crane-maid purpose here, and had even become a friend and temporary lover. So Iroha could do her one small favor. A smile spread over her full red lips, and she bent her upper body forward in a dutiful bow. "I shall do as you ask, milady."

Elisabeth smiled back, and leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Thank you, my dear."

"Of course. It's the least I can do." Her gaze then moved past the noblewoman to the driver, saw that he was still tending to his car, ignoring them both. So a look of mischief shadowed over the innocence in her bright blue eyes, and she turned around and bent at the waist again, thrusting that incomparable, nearly naked rump in her mistress's direction. "But I think we know the real reason you want me to wear pants, Madame. You're jealous. Jealous of the fact that I might actually like it when strange men touch my butt."

For a moment, Elisabeth allowed a small smile of amusement to play across her normally stern features. Though the sweetness of the moment just passed was not lost on them, a small part of her couldn't admire how much bolder Iroha had become in their physical relationship. Then, the look passed, and she allowed the persona of "Madame Blanctorche" to take over, lips pursing into a hard line.

Iroha remained in the same position, her plump bottom thrust in her dominant lover's direction, and then she felt the familiar, welcome sting of a riding crop slapping down on her left butt cheek. "Why, you cheeky little whore!" Elisabeth snapped, then pointed towards the door leading to the foyer. "Inside! Now!"

Once in the foyer, Iroha stood there with arms at her sides, waiting for further instructions. She heard the door shut, and then felt the sting of the crop on her opposite butt cheek, sending a fresh wave of painful pleasure racing through her. "How dare you speak to your mistress like that in front of the other staff!" Elisabeth snapped, still standing behind her. "You know the rules."

"Yes," her maid answered.

She gasped a moment later, as the lady of the house swung the crop in a backhand motion, slapping it across the whole width of her butt. "Yes, what, bitch?"

A shudder of pleasure ran through her scantily-clad body, and it took all of Iroha's self-control not to touch herself. "Yes, Madame Blanctorche."

"Better. Now tell me, what are those rules?"

"That we never play our games in front of any of the other household staff."

"Correct." Elisabeth circled around now to stand in front of her lover, stiff and imposing, hands clasped behind her back, but the crop still ready to be used should the submissive cutie show any further defiance. "So, since you knew the rules, and you broke them anyway, I can only assume you did it on purpose to mock my authority."

A mischievous smile spread over the maid's full lips. "Yes, milady. I was mocking you. I think I should be punished for that."

The crop lashed out again, slapping against her upper thigh, which peaked out through the top of her stocking. "Wipe that smile off, you little slut! This is no laughing matter!"

Somehow, Iroha forced her mouth into a flat line. "Yes, Madame. You're right of course. You're always right."

Now it was her mistress's turn to smirk. "Of course I am. Now then, it appears you need to remember your place. I'd say some lessons on obedience are in order. But… your mistress needs time to come up with a lesson plan. So for now… go to the market and complete your errands. But first… go change your clothes."

Her lover gave a dutiful bow. "Very well," she said, and started towards the stairs… only to feel the crop slapping down on her shapely, thong-clad rear, the crack echoing through the main hall.

"What was that, bitch?" Elisabeth snapped.

Iroha shuddered again, gasping at the pleasurable sting coursing through her copious butt fat. "I meant… as you command, Madame Blanctorche."

"That's what I thought you said. Now go!"

Iroha made her way back up the stairs towards her room. Elisabeth waited patiently, and after several minutes, the buxom beauty re-entered the main hall, now clad in white capri pants, a black long-sleeved sweater top, and a wide-brimmed white sun hat. Her dominant lover smiled as she descended the stairs. Truth be told, it was only a slight improvement over the maid's uniform, as her ass was poured into the seat of the pants, which looked like they were painted on, and the top revealed both her midriff and an extremely generous amount of cleavage. But still, it was less skin than usual. Somewhat.

"You look good enough to eat, my pet," Elisabeth said with a sultry purr when Iroha stood in front of her again. She pressed her soft lips to Iroha's in a brief kiss, pulling back when the shape-shifting beauty tried to give her tongue. "But that will have to wait. Because you have an errand to run."

Iroha took several deep breaths to compose herself. She wasn't wearing panties, so any arousal she felt would make itself known on the crotch of her capri pants. "Yes, Madame," she said.

Elisabeth gave her submissive lover a smirk. "Now, when you get back, your mistress will have to punish you for your insolence. And give you that obedience lesson." She reached inside her waistcoat, produced a leather collar with a leash clipped to it. "So, after you return from the city and the groceries are put away, report to the Master Bedroom wearing this."

Iroha gave a dutiful bow. "Yes, Madame Blanctorche."

The noble woman leaned forward, then, whispered hotly in her ear. "Wearing only this." She then nipped lightly at her lover's earlobe and slipped the leash and collar into one of the empty shopping bags.

The busty ninja maid blinked her baby-blues rapidly at those words, blood pooling in her cheeks. "Madame, you… you want me to walk naked through the mansion?"

She gasped again, feeling the crop smack hard on her bottom, still stinging even though the fabric of her pants. "Are you questioning me, bitch?"

Iroha took several deep breaths, once more fighting for control of her libido, and to keep from ruining her pants. "No, Madame Blanctorche. It shall be done."

"Good slave," Elisabeth said with a nod. "You are ninja, after all, so if you're clever, you should be able to make your way to my room without being seen. Now run along, and enjoy your outing. And please, there's no rush. Madame Blanctorche will need time to come up with your lesson plan." She planted another quick kiss on Iroha's sweet, full lips, then gave her a more playful smack on the butt, this time with her palm.

Iroha giggled and then produced a pair of sunglasses from her cleavage, opening them and slipping them on. "À plus tard, Madame," she said with a dutiful bow, then started towards the door.

"J'en suis impatiente, ma Cherie!" Elisabeth answered, admiring the sensual swaying motion of her lover's hips as she walked away.

For a moment, the light of hunger shone in those steel-blue eyes, and the lady of the house brought a gloved hand to her chest, softly stroking her ample bosom through the frilly fabric of her ascot. Then Iroha stepped outside, shutting the door behind her, and Elisabeth resumed her more disciplined posture, but the hunger was still in her gaze.

I hate to see her go, she thought. But I do love to watch her leave. Then she tucked the crop into her belt, and started in the direction of the Master Bedroom, to get herself ready for Iroha's return.

ADDITIONAL NOTES

According their profiles, there is a height difference of five or six inches between Iroha and Elisabeth. So if Betty were to lend her lover some of her clothes, they wouldn't fit very well.

So, yeah, I know this one seemed kind of disjointed. I intended to start it off as a humorous "Iroha hates pants" fic, but then I wound up exploring Iroha's nature, and then it got kinky towards the end. Made even weirder by the fact that I just pointed out that Iroha technically does not legally exist, because she's is not a real human, just in human form. Which should make me feel weird writing sex fics her her, but it doesn't. She looks human, and if she were naked, I assume we'd see human sex organs. So I'm actually not bothered by the whole bird thing.

And there you have it. I don't think it's the best thing I've done with these two in the AU, since it feels like word vomit to me. But is exists, and if you feel like reviewing, I won't stop you.

Now, onto bigger things...