Caution: This is rated M for a reason. Not for everyone; if reading this warning about graphic content makes you nervous, go with your gut.
You don't have to read ANI-Mitakihara-CON to read this, obviously, but: without doing so, this is just smut. Once you've read it, it's an epilogue culminating in smuttiness.
Side A
Dazed, the girl-at the moment dressed convincingly like a boy-picked herself up off the floor, bringing up a hand to brush away the thick mane of hair that for some reason wasn't there.
"Got me alone, I see," Kyoko said, rubbing the back of her head and waiting for her vision to clear. "I've been waiting for this all night." She got up, advancing on Sayaka. The blunette was breathing hard... harder than their recent struggle justified. Her cheeks are on fire, just like last time, Kyoko thought gleefully, heedless of her own flush of excitement. "Are you ready to get it?"
Sayaka felt like her heart was trying to rip itself out of her chest, thrumming with an unfamiliar kind of terror that didn't make her want to run away. "You wish you could give it to me," the blunette said challengingly, trying desperately to breathe normally. Kyoko stopped, looking confused.
"Well, yeah. That's what I've been saying!" And she pounced.
Sayaka made a half-hearted attempt to dodge, but found herself lying on the ground, pinned, with the older girl's body pressed against the entire length of her own. "You ripped my outfit," she growled, squirming to break her arm free from Kyoko's iron grip.
"It looks good this way," the older girl whispered, dodging the blunette's head-butt to sneak past, mouth latching on to the exposed portion of Sayaka's throat. The blue-eyed girl twisted for a few moments, writhing wildly underneath Kyoko, but the veteran's grip was too strong, her legs too wiry for Sayaka to break free.
"You... ass," the blunette breathed, pulse racing wildly. She stopped struggling. "Don't... leave... a mark... this time..." she panted, starting to grow concerned. The liquid sucking of the red-head's soft but insistent lips seemed to meld into the liquid feeling building inside of her
The older girl drew back, looking directly into Sayaka's eyes. "Don't tell me what to do," warned Kyoko with a low growl. She bared her teeth for a second, giving the blunette a serious case of the chills, then she struck like a snake.
"Ow!" Sayaka cried, more surprised than hurt. That had been a hard one, no playful nip. "You are so dead," she promised, twisting her body to roll on top of the once-upon-a-time red-head. Oh how she wanted to grab a fistful of that long, fiery hair and yank! But of course, that was no longer a valid option in their close quarters combat.
A few moments of grabbing, and the grunts and curses began to take on a different tone. The limbs continued to twist and pull at one another, but the girls' faces got closer and closer, feeling each other's breath wash over them. Kyoko had come out on top, and stared deeply into the azure eyes of the girl beneath her, as if searching for something.
I almost wish Kyubey was here, Kyoko thought before catching herself. What a horrible thought. The things in her imagination she wanted to... share with Sayaka, that was one thing. Filtering it through the twisted mind of that creepily demonic little fuck of a cat... who knows how it would use whatever it heard to further its own nefarious plans? Or more likely, just fuck them over somehow.
Kyoko's thoughts blanked when her eyes, darting between the girl's eyes and mouth, noticed her lips parting, the cute pink tongue gliding out across them for an instant. "Your thing is poking me," the blunette protested, squirming theatrically. Kyoko bent forward, smothering further talk with her lips. Sayaka gave one more token protest, then proceeded to melt into the floor, Kyoko's questing tongue meeting up with her own.
Kyoko felt the submission she'd anticipated, the blunette's body relaxing and releasing all of its pent-up tension; her tongue always had that effect on the girl. Or at least, it had the other time she'd managed to... She moved quickly, using her feet and knees to pry apart the recently kicking legs, working her hands down the blunette's sides, reaching down between their bodies to her thighs, pushing them further. She pulled back after spreading her partner out, the tingling anticipation sending thrilling currents through her body, demanding immediate gratification.
"This thing is gonna poke you, all right" she smirked, showing the gleaming canines, pulling back to look at the girl laying below her, thinking about how hard she was going to give it to her. "What you need is a shot of vitamin me."
"Uhg, Kyoko, do you have to be so-" Sayaka tried to scoot up from underneath the older girl, but Kyoko grabbed her wrists and yanked them above her head. The older girl felt something begin to press against her suddenly sopping wet panties as she rested her weight upon the blunette. Should have taken those off before, I guess, she thought. Too late now. It had taken an annoyingly long time to adjust all the straps.
"It's a compliment. You know you like it," Kyoko smirked obnoxiously.
Sayaka rolled her eyes, but sighed inwardly. She's right, I do like it, from her at least. It made her feel all... squirmy, or something, inside. Down there. If someone else had said things like that to her, she would have probably broken a few fingers. So strange. It was like she didn't really understand herself, when she was around the older girl. Is that was Mami-san was talking about when she said Kyoko was a bad influence? "Kyoko-"
"Dean," Kyoko whispered fiercely into her ear, her lips latching to the girl's sensitive neck, just above her white collar. "Call me Dean," she demanded, pressing, rubbing her hips, and something else, against the girl pinned beneath her.
"Ah... no. That's... kinda weird."
"Fine." Kyoko said grumpily. She arched her back, balancing herself on the blunette's abdomen as she tore off the restrictive leather jacket, tossing it across the room. It hit the door with a thump.
"I... don't wanna be with... him. I'm here, with you," Sayaka tried to explain, sensing the other girl's disappointment.
Despite the scenario she'd built up in her head, Kyoko felt strangely satisfied by the blunette's answer. Keeping her weight on her elbows, she slid her hands between their chests.
Sayaka abruptly became aware of the fact she was down to one set of unmentionables, and their situation was precarious at best. "I... should take... this off..." she panted, gasping for breath as the girl on top of her continued doing what she was doing, her hands grasping at the blunette's bulging chest, squeezing as she brought her knees up, spreading Sayaka's legs apart further, rocking her hips forward and back, dragging herself over the girl. She really started to get excited when the blunette closed her eyes, moans growing louder, losing all sense of self-consciousness as the older girl pressed against her body.
"I... no, uh... Kyoko, stop... let me... ahhhh. K-Kyo... ko!"
Kyoko finally pulled back, sitting up. It was the safe word, after all. She hadn't gotten all that much out of the rubbing, but just laying on top of the younger girl, legs spread beneath her, grabbing those magnificent fistfuls of soft flesh... it had made her all sorts of excited, a multitude of dark ideas flashing through her head.
She had been so patient. Slowly working up a chain of physical contact with the girl, not wanting to scare her away. It began with playful slaps and pokes, progressing on to the occasional grab, then some energetic wrestling. She'd gotten the blunette to do something more, that one time in the church. And it all culminated in what was going to happen tonight. What she was going to do to Sayaka tonight. Sayaka moaned from the floor, flushed with an expression half pouting, half pleading. Kyoko congratulated herself.
Right where I want her, Sayaka thought to herself, soaked with adrenalin, sweat and other things. The red-head was so gruff and annoying around other people... but Sayaka felt something she would have sworn was affection during the times they were alone. Abrasive, often obnoxious affection, but, well, she'd take what she could get. And with the red-head, she had gotten used to getting a lot of attention. Kyoko had a tendency to show up at the strangest, most inopportune times... there had to be something there. All she really wanted was to be loved, after all. Was this...? She'd spent a week of days regretting her tryst with the essentially homeless dropout, the very definition of a "bad girl", and nights eager to hop back on Sakura Kyoko's Wild Ride... now it was within reach, and not in some abandoned, filthy building, either!
"Time to get you in bed," Kyoko murmured, hooking her arms underneath the blunette, picking her up and tossing her onto the mattress. Wide-eyed with surprise, the younger girl bounced a few times before coming to a stop. Tucking some errant strands of her blue hair behind an ear, Sayaka felt her feet being lifted into the air.
Stood up. Pleading excuses aside, that's what it amounted to.
Mami sighed, feeling humiliated. Stupid marriage. It was just an excuse. It hadn't stopped him that first time, had it? So now... what? She was just some... mistake? The wind out of her sails, the scantily clad blonde was oblivious to the many hopeful stares directed at her as she sauntered across the fourth floor balcony, which had become an impromptu gathering place for some of the convention insiders.
She caught a flash of purple out of the corner of her eye, and turned to see a familiar face waving at her from the small crowd.
Kyoko began with the boots, unlacing them and yanking them off Sayaka's feet. The girl's blue eyes watched her, a murky hunger seeming to surface periodically as the former red-head stroked or gripped strategic locations across the blunette's body on her quest to remove the clothing. It was inhibiting the act she really wanted to commit upon her friend, and she tore it off with reckless abandon. She remembered the tongue thrashing she'd gotten from the blunette last time she'd torn her clothes... and it had been the good kind Kyoko was sort of hoping for tonight.
"Careful!" Sayaka winced as Kyoko unzipped the top and yanked it down over her shoulders. "Kyoko, I'm... nervous," she admitted in a whisper, an arm across her bare chest and heart in her throat as the girl sat down in the bed next to her, sliding a hand up her thigh, slowly, slowly approaching... "Are you sure this is-"
"Two things I know for certain," Kyoko began, brushing a hand across the cleft in her friend's panties, pressing and rubbing gently. Sayaka drew in a breath between clenched teeth. "One; Bert and Earnie are gay." The blunette frowned, biting her lip. The older girl took off the leather jacket, tossing it on the other bed, tight black tee shirt untucked, showing a sliver of her pale abdomen. "Two, you are not going to die a virgin. Not on my watch," she promised, unbuckling her belt.
Sayaka watched, recognizing the promise to Dean's one true love and secretly loving it. Am I still a virgin? she wondered. What counts? Fingers? Tongues? Or just-
"Ugh, why is it so ugly looking? It's all v-"
"It's not a piece of art, its a tool," Kyoko growled, holding the device in her hands, vaguely pleased with her wordplay. The network of straps holding the thing in place had begun to chafe hours ago, but it would all be worth it. "It's made to do a job. To do you, actually. You gonna let me show you how it works?" she asked, teasing the blunette's white panties down her hips, the thin fabric rolling up as she slid them down her thighs, exposing the deliciously enticing area between the girl's legs.
Unable to resist herself, Kyoko bent down as soon as the blunette's clothes lay in a heap on the floor, pressing her face in deep. Sayaka gave a soft whimper as she felt the tongue slide along her cleft, then slip inside and begin moving. She looked down, between the curve of her chest, startled for a moment when she didn't see the distinctive thick tail of red hair. The other time, the older girl had used one hand to hold her hair back the whole time, but Sayaka felt both of her hands busy at work. Closing her eyes and leaning back, she felt a hand slide up her thigh, barely stopping as Kyoko inserted the first of what would soon be several fingers. The blue-eyed girl spread out before her made a lovely surprised gasp.
Kyoko worked the blunette over for a few minutes, gradually slipping in deeper and faster. When Sayaka started getting loud, the older girl slowly pulled out, leaving the blunette a whimpering mess, unfulfilled and desperate for just a few more seconds of stimulation, needing that special release her body was telling her was right there, in front of her. "Don't you fucking stop," she moaned huskily, getting up on her elbows and making as if to sit up as well.
"Let's see if you're saying that in an hour," Kyoko said, almost threateningly. Despite being all kinds of hot and bothered, Sayaka still couldn't help but gulp nervously at the older girl's wicked grin. That's kind of what was so exciting about all of this... the other girl was so dangerous and unpredictable, and yet...
Kyoko slid over her leg, pushing the younger girl's shoulders down into the bed. "I've wanted to stab you for so long. From the first day we met." The blunette's eyes were open, staring at the device projecting from between her legs. It's modest size looked a lot bigger, she reflected anxiously, now that she was on her back, legs apart. "Although," the older girl continued in a whisper, leaning down close to the blunette's ear, "I guess I meant it in a different way, back then."
"Yeah, I... ah...?" What the hell were you supposed to say to something like that?
"We've done things, sexy things before," Kyoko whispered softly. "But tonight, you're going to get nailed, baby. Hard." Holding her toy in one hand, Kyoko leaned forward, pressing the tip against Sayaka's glistening folds that her fingers had warmed up. Sayaka's big blue eyes gazed, unblinking, at the object, narrowing as she felt it press against her, pushing insistently. "Pounded. I'm going to put a purple-eyed baby inside you tonight."
Sayaka moaned as the girl entered her. Ohmygod Kyoko's mind is filthy. She sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, watching Kyoko watch her, or at least part of her, with an almost frightening intensity.
"Ky... Kyoko, be careful. Gent-UGH!" Sayaka grunted explosively, feeling herself stretched painfully wide. "AH, ah, ah slow down slow down slowfuckingdown... AHH!" Opening her eyes, the blunette watched as, centimeter by centimeter, the thing between Kyoko's legs disappeared between her own, feeling the thing pushing on her from inside, slowly worming its way in as her penetrator wiggled her hips to twist the object around within her.
Kyoko felt her appetite spike, relishing the disbelieving, almost worried expression on the face of the girl below her, eyes inches away from her own as lowered herself, using her arms for support. Sayaka focused on the tight cords of muscle that stood out against her pale skin as she felt an almost painful tightness. Fully inside, the red-head continued pushing her hips into the girl beneath her, drawing back until she was almost free of her tight clutching before slowly, inexorably pushing her way back in, Sayakas groans increasing in pitch and volume.
"Ahhh, uh uhn uhn UHN UHN!... UHN!... Unh!"
Gazing into each other's eyes, Kyoko was confronted with the delicious vulnerability of the blue-haired girl, seeing more trust than nervousness, while Sayaka gazed into the unquenchable inferno of lust that burned within the girl slowly thrusting inside her. Reaching up, her fingers failing to grasp Kyoko's missing hair, the blunette pulled the older girl's face into her own, conveying all her need and desire through the desperation of her kiss.
Working up her courage, Madoka slid the key card in the door's electronic lock, not being able to hear the tell-tale click over the loud noises of the television coming from within the room. The television... and something else. She looked around the hallway, but was uncomfortably alone.
I can't just leave her, the pinkette thought fiercely, she's my best friend. She'd be there to help me out if I needed it, how can I do any less for her?
Homura's dire warning echoed through her mind again, for the hundredth time since she'd decided to check up on the blunette. But it sounded like her friend was being hurt, and she didn't trust Sakura Kyoko. Taking a deep breath, she reached out a trembling hand, opening the door.
If it was a fight Kyoko wanted... two tiny fists balled up.
As Sayaka's moans had progressed to yells, approaching a scream of the most delightful variety, Kyoko had gotten up suddenly, leaving the other girl empty and confused. The red-head strode across the room in her panties a little awkwardly, turning on the television, increasing its volume without looking to see what was on.
"Now, you can be as loud as you want..." She reached out a hand, pulling the younger girl up, enjoying the lingering confusion on her adorable face. She ran a hand through Sayaka's blue hair, her fingers deftly removing the golden hair clip and tossing it on the other bed. Pulling the blunette's face into her own, she shared a long, lingering kiss, while her hand slid down the girl's belly, cupping between her legs. Still ready for more, she thought hungrily as Sayaka let out a soft moan.
"Turn around." Sayaka looked at her, hesitant. "Turn around," she insisted. The girl turned her head as she complied, keeping an eye on the red-head, who put one arm across the girl's taut belly while the other firmly pushed her shoulder, guiding Sayaka to her knees and bending her over the mattress. She heard the blunette's breathing, fast and shallow, as she guided the device between her legs into Sayaka's waiting channel, spread as if in anticipation.
Kyoko began pumping her mound into the other girl for all she was worth, ignoring the crick in her back as she half-crouched to get the right angle. Pressed fully against the girl, she lay her chest upon the blunette's back, grinding against her, feeling the shudders that seemed to course through her partner as she slowly slid in and out, the tips of her chest rubbing along the soft skin of Sayaka's back. Kyoko brought a hand down, wrapping across the blunette's belly and slipping down until her fingertips found their target.
Kyoko watched a pair of slim hands grasping at bedsheets. Pushing herself up, she gazed intently at the fingers digging into the mattress, clenching tightly. Hands on the blunette's hips, she looked down, watching as her own hips rocked back and forth, concentrating on the exciting slapping sound as she pushed all the way in, sliding back before pressing forward again.
Madoka was assaulted by the noise, like a violent nature documentary. It sounded like an animal attack of some kind. As she stepped into the room, she saw Kyoko's leather jacked lying against the wall next to the door the rooms shared... the one that was locked.
"Sayaka-chan," the timid, concerned voice was almost entirely drowned out by the television. As she walked into the room, her mind seemed to freeze, focusing on several things at once. Sayaka's white jumpsuit, lying in a heap at the foot of the bed. The... figures... one on top of the other, kneeling against the mattress, facing away from her. The black panties and black shirt that most assuredly did not belong to Sayaka, pressing down against the girl below her... who seemed to not be wearing anything at all...
Bright, sparkling pink eyes watched with horror as the short-haired girl on top turned around, catching sight of her standing dumbstruck at the edge of the room. The crimson gaze widened for a moment, before narrowing dangerously. She pulled back, turning around and leaving Sayaka's exposed area spread out before the pinkette, who's eyes flicked back and forth between her friend's most intimate region and the device hanging from the older girl's front.
Kyoko pointed to the door, furiously, mouthing an obscenity, while Sayaka made demanding noises from the bed.
Blinking back tears, Madoka fled the room.
That was close. If this bashful blunette had seen her stupid little friend... hopefully she'll keep her pink mouth shut. Nosy little brat. Kyoko channeled her anxiety and frustration into physical action.
Even with the volume blaring out of the television, she could hear the rising cries clearly from the girl underneath her, spurring her on. She had been careful, at first, when Sayaka had that pained look in her eye, but after a while, she'd been unable to resist picking up the pace.
Sayaka was having a near out-of-body experience, envisioning she was a glass of water, the feeling of hot, wet pleasure pouring into her. Filling her, approaching the brim.
She felt her body break out in beads of sweat as her thighs began to quiver. A pulsating sensation began spreading throughout her arms and legs, traveling inward in an omnipresent tingling flood. Sayaka buried her head in the mattress, a long, howling wail only partially muted. The glass was overflowing, she was overflowing, unable to contain herself. Collapsing on the bed, she felt the girl behind her continue to pound away, her delicate, questing fingers playing across the now extremely senstive zone. It was like a faucet had been turned on, inside her... she felt the wetness spread, running down her legs as she continued to shout into the mattress.
She gasped, unable to form words for a moment. "S-stop..."
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Sayaka whispered twice more before Kyoko heard. Limp as a noodle, she slid off the bed as soon as the older girl let go of her bottom, laying awkwardly on the floor as she waited for her vision to clear. Eyes swimming with bursts of light, mind completely blank, the blunette stared up at the former red-head without seeing her, not noticing the look of concern on her face.
"S-Sayaka? Are... you... did I... you okay?" Kyoko asked, suddenly worried at the girl's collapse.
"Yeeessssss," Sayaka replied. She abruptly felt ready to fall asleep.
Kyoko rubbed her fingers together, before wiping them on the sheets.
"So... was it good for you, baby?" Kyoko lay on her side, gazing at the blunette's sweaty forehead, strands of blue hair plastered to her face. She ran her fingers through the blue hair, staring at the girl's blissful smile.
"Oh god yes," Sayaka sighed, wishing that Kyoko would just shut the fuck up and let her bask in this feeling for a few minutes. Everything felt all fuzzy.
"So... what was it like?" the redhead inquired, unable to contain her curiosity.
Ohmyfuckinggodjustshutup. Sayaka took a breath and considered. "Well, it was different. The last time was... I don't know. I loved how... gentle it was," she murmured, then added darkly "until you stuck your finger up my-"
"Yeah yeah, we've been over that. Is it my fault you have such a cute can? What can I say, some people like the double stimulation," she said, thinking of stuff Mami had told her. "So... better or worse?"
"Well, it's just... different. Like, more insistent or something. Invasive, I guess. Not necess-"
"Hell yeah, I invaded you all right!" the red-head congratulated herself.
"-arily in a bad way. I guess it didn't feel as... um, precise? I'm not sure how to..." She paused, brows furrowed. "It certainly helped that we weren't on the floor of some creepy abandoned church this time... this bed is nice."
"Nice and soaked in your blueberry juice," Kyoko smirked, delighting in the flush that persisted the girl's cheeks. "What was-"
The sleepiness was gone. Sayaka felt something stir inside of her. "I don't have to explain, let me show you."
"...What?!"
"Show you. Isn't it your turn?" Sayaka asked with a naughty smile,
"My turn?" Kyoko frowned; she was supposed to be the boy tonight.
"Or, I guess you could think of it as my turn," Sayaka muttered. "Gimme that thing."
"B-but-"
Sayaka got a dangerous look in her eye. "Fair's fair." She grabbed the thing, still slippery with her own juice. She wiped it off on the sheets, then pressed it against the older girl, rubbing up and down along the outrageously damp cotton panties the red-head still wore. She was awarded with a sharp intake of breath, a slight widening of crimson eyes... and no resistance when she got to work unhooking the contraption.
Homura was furious. With Madoka, for not listening to her. With herself, for not explaining the situation clearly enough for the innocent-minded girl. Most of all she was furious at the two girls in the other room. Listening to that was, quite simply, torture. And if they had scarred her pinkette...
"Y-you like m-me, right? D-do you... want to d-d-do stuff l-like that to me?" Madoka whimpered, eyes wide and pink and shimmering with moisture. A part of Homura was in a similar state, specifically the part that wanted the pinkette ever so badly.
"No," she said smoothly, comfortingly, hugging the slim shoulders of the girl. Not yet, she silently amended. Who knows what the future holds... Something about her eyes apparently upset Madoka, who was looking positively shaken. "No, nothing like that. I... I care about you, Madoka, and want to share with you whatever you want me to share..."
Looking confused, the pinkette appeared to calm down, her breathing growing more regular as she focused on deconstructing Homura's last sentence. "W-wait... share?"
"There are all sorts of ways, Madoki... just being your f-" Voice catching in her throat, Homura swallowed. "Just being your friend is enough. Just being... around you."
"But... th-that's not true. You're lying to me!" It was obvious from the pained look on the pale, raven-haired girl's face. "Y-you said you wanted to share things with me, things that only magical girls can understand and appreciate..."
Homura thought back to what she'd said earlier that evening. Meh, close enough. "Well," she said with as much demureness as she could muster.
"Y-you've f-felt like th-that... for a long time?" Madoka asked quietly, continuing even before the transfer student's affirming nod. "Sayaka-chan told me what it feels like... to have s-someone you c-care about, not... not n-notice you." She paused, looking into the purple eyes that seemed to loom over her. "She was miserable. It was like... she was in pain. That was before she got all funny, and started hanging out with Kyoko-san. Are you in pain, Homura-chan? Am I hurting you?"
Homura couldn't read where the girl was going. "Y-you... could never hurt me, Madoki. Never."
The pinkette's cute face made an adorable frown. "She hated him, I think. The... the way he ignored her. I... didn't think well of him, after that." She stopped, before continuing with extreme hesitation. "I've been thinking..."
"It's so unfair," Junko said, commiserating with the girl who sat beside her in near-tears. "That, unfortunately, is life." She sighed dramatically. "It rarely makes sense, or goes the way we want it to. You have to grab it with both hands, find what you want and take it, irregardless of the consequences. Why do you think I'm so successful at what I do?" she asked rhetorically, grinning widely at Mami's involuntary adoring sigh. "But, enough about my boring life... thanks for sharing that with me. I'm... touched, Tomoe-san. You've lost so much, I can't imagine... I have seen what a leader you are, the hope and confidence you've helped inspire in my daughter. I am very, very grateful." She shook her head.
"Poor thing, so alone in this world." She stroked the cat-eared blonde's hair gently, playing briefly with her ojou curls.
"You are such a cute little thing. So... developmentally advanced. Both in mind and... body. Lush." The purple haired woman eyed Mami's statuesque form, considering.
The drill-like curls hanging to the girl's shoulders bounced when she jerked away as if slapped, the warm tingle she felt under the older woman's attention disappearing in a flash of icy defensiveness. "I am not a lush!" Mami complained, swaying indignantly for a moment.
"Lush with life. Brimming with youthful vitality, my nubile and curvaceous young friend. So beautiful, even with so little left to the imagination." Junko raised a questioning eyebrow, reaching over to take the blonde's wrist in her hand. She chuckled. "Although, you are one of the few who can hope to pull that look off flawlessly," she smiled, watching Mami's face begin to glow with the compliment, the musical sound of her nervous, tittering laughter filling her head. She stroked the girl's arm, her fingers tracing over the small, tense hand.
"And these slim, delicate hands of yours... so petite. Perfect." Giving her wrist a pat, Junko released Mami's arm, which fell limply to her side.
A few minutes passed, Junko waiting patiently while Mami stared at her, rosy-cheeked. "Well, I suppose I'm going to call it a night," she said finally, standing up. "It's been a pleasure, Tomoe-san," Junko said, smiling brilliantly and stretching magnificently, shoulders and biceps flexing in a most impressive fashion.
"Oh, call me Mami," the blonde giggled, "after all, we're all just friends tonight, right, Junko-san?"
"Friends, indeed... Mami. Are you sticking around here?" Junko asked innocently. The blonde raised her slender eyebrows, confused. "I'm heading upstairs for a cup of tea before bed. Would you... no, I'm sure you have plans, being such a popular young lady." The purple haired woman smiled, adjusting the tight leather coat she wore. She turned, slowly, and began to walk towards the elevators. Slowly. She was almost ot the end of the hall when-
"J-Junko-san..."
Junko smiled, a sound like a mountain lion's roar echoing through her skull in a most satisfying manner. Turning slowly, her expression changed to polite surprise and gratitude as the drill-tailed blonde ran to catch up.
Hope this fulfilled some of your expectations. It was getting long, so a part two to follow. Any advice or criticism greatly appreciated. X-Special thanks to roboferret, shadowstealer, yukinagato, Sasaki in a Top Hat, and kyosayalove for your interest in and reviews of the main "story." Also, the interest in this follow up. Thank you for helping motivate me.
I love Junko, but for some reason my Junko is always a little creepy... maybe this time her and Mami will just hang out.