Standard issue disclaimer: Masaki Tsuzuki created, and Seven Arcs owns, Nanoha. I am not any of them. This is a parody, protected speech.
My apologies for the lengthy delay between chapters that have no real time between each other, but I've been busy. Things should pick up after this.
Dangerous Tendencies
Chapter 3 - Vita
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There are probably people in the multiverse who smile for no particular reason. Their happiness bubbles up out of their general contentment with life, and expresses itself automatically, not in response to any particular stimulus. But Vita was well aware that her Master, or Hayate as her Master preferred to be called, was not one of those remarkable people. When she smiled, it was always, always in response to something that someone else had done or said.
But Vita had no idea what she'd said that could possibly provoke such a smile. All she'd done was indicate that she agreed with what her Master was saying. Worse, this particular smile was one that she recognized from her Master's chess matches with Signum and Zafira. (Shamal didn't like the game. Vita just couldn't see the point.) It was her 'a-ha, you've fallen into my trap' smile. Where had the trap been? What had it been?
"I really wouldn't mind if you also loved someone else, you know," her Master was saying.
Why had she circled back to that? They'd established that she didn't mind it if her Knights found satisfaction in the arms of others, just as she herself did. But Vita didn't want to find that satisfaction with anyone other than her Master, and that was the way that it was always always going to be. So she replied with a cautious, "I know. But I don't love anyone else that way."
"Mmm," said her Master.
Did she think Vita was lying? Why would she think that? What had she done to make her Master think that? Because there wasn't anyone else. At all.
"Well," said the increasingly frazzled Knight of the Hammer. "This has been a very relaxing bath, Hayate, but I think I've had enough for now."
And she proceeded to do so, standing up and getting out of the furo.
"Mmm," said her Master. And then, quietly, "You're not in the furo, now."
Eh? What a strange thing to say! Of course she wasn't in the furo. What was the significance of -
No fooling around in the furo.
Oh no.
And then she was tackled.
It was easy for her Master to pin Vita for the bathroom floor, since the little knight literally couldn't put up any real resistance to her groping without doing her injury. So there she lay flat on her stomach with her Master crouching atop her back. She couldn't see her Master's face, but she suspected that was something of a relief, because she had a fairly good idea of what that face would look like.
Her worst suspicions were promptly confirmed when the horrible, horrible words were sung into her left ear. "Kitchy kitchy koo!" And then she felt the fingers dancing on her ribcage.
"No, haha, no, please, ha-ha-hayate, no, I don't like being tickled!" she cried out.
"Liar!" her Master snapped, though clearly only feigning anger. "Such a bad little girl you've turned out to be, telling lies like that. And you know what happens to bad little girls, don't you, Vita-chan?"
"No, I'm not -"
"They get spanked!" And she promptly suited the action to her words.
"Ah!" Vita cried out. She wasn't in pain, of course; it would take a much, much greater impact than that to cause her even a little bit of physical distress. But she could easily cover that by drawing on the emotional distress of knowing that her Master would be displeased with her if she didn't pretend to be surprised and shocked by the spanking. And of course, there was also the sensations that were dawning from the feeling of her Master's naked body rubbing against her own.
"Oh, naughty little bad girl!" her Master cried out as she spanked Vita again. "This is turning you on, naughty little hammer knight! My spanking is getting you wet!"
"No, no, that's - AH! - not true!" And it wasn't. It was the closeness of their bodies, the fact that she could feel her Master's racing pulse in her skin where they touched. These were the things that made her own blood race with arousal.
But none of that mattered in the slightest as her Master, still spanking her with her firm right hand, reached down between Vita's legs with her left and began caressing the folds of Vita's vagina. "Mm, yes it is true. All wet back here. Mmm, and it tastes good, too. I wish you could taste this, my darling girl, but you've been bad and so don't deserve it."
And then the two fingers of her hand penetrated into Vita's core, caressing the walls within, almost, but not quite, forgetting to keep up the spanking.
"Yes," Vita finally cried out. "Yes, I've been bad." If having been bad meant this could happen, then she was prepared to cop a plea though not guilty. Her Master's happiness was all the reward she could ever ask for; her Master's touch was her only pleasure. She would give her Master everything that she wanted.
"Mm, yes, you have, lying like that," her Master mused. "In fact ..."
The impossible happened. Her fingers pulled back, reaching up to thrill Vita just once with a brief tap on her clitoris, before completely disengaging from Vita's pubic area.
"... you've been so bad that I'm not sure I want to keep doing this," she continued, as though making an off-hand observation.
What? thought Vita frantically. This isn't part of the game! "But, but I don't know what you mean, Mas- Hayate?"
"You've been lying," her Master repeated. "I know when my kids lie, even when they tell themselves that they're telling the truth. I learned that I had to learn that when I found out what they'd been doing without telling me." Her voice was calm, but Vita found herself fighting panic.
"But, but you said you weren't angry -" she stammered.
"And I'm not angry, not then, and not now. I'm not angry, and I'm not going to get angry. But unless you tell me the truth, I don't think I can do this sort of thing with you."
"I'm not lying, though!" Vita cried, tears starting to flow from her eyes. "I don't love anyone but you, Hayate! Please, please don't stop."
"Viiii-taaa," her Master said, drawing out the two syllables. "This is hard on me, too, you know. I really, really want to do things to your sweet, sweet body, but I can't until you start telling the truth. It's such a little thing, Vita. Can't you do this one little thing for your Master?"
Oh, not fair! "But, but ...!" Vita tried to object, but she couldn't think of anything to say to that. And so she closed her eyes, squeezing out the tears, and whimpered.
"I didn't hear that," her Master teased.
"I ... love ..."
And as she said the name, her mind reeled back through the years in an attempt to understand how all this had come to pass.
From the very first moment her eyes resolved the image of Takamachi Nanoha, Vita was prepared to despise her. Here was this silly girl, swanning about in her oh-so-pretty white dress, flying, walking, doing all the sorts of things that her Master could not do but would probably love to do, and certainly not appreciating them as much as her Master would ... it just ground her gears like nothing else.
And all this was before she went and knocked off Vita's Hat.
For that alone, under any other circumstances, Vita would have killed her. But her Master would not want her happiness purchased at the cost of anyone's life, even someone as annoying as this girl turned out to be, so she had only tried to maim. But the girl proved to be even more annoying than she had expected, and on top of that, she'd had allies. Or friends, as someone put it.
They'd clashed again, and the girl kept getting more and more annoying. Why did she keep trying to talk? Didn't she understand that this was a fight? Why was she trying to use reason when only force would settle the issue? Signum might find that Fate girl to be a worthy opponent, but Vita only felt scorn and contempt for her usual sparring partner.
And then she took everything that Vita could throw at her and walked out of the flames unharmed, saying that she was going to make Vita talk.
Vita started to feel something she hated - fear. And then her damned words started worming their way into the strange uncertainty that she'd already started to feel. They threw light on the realization that something was wrong, that they were doing the wrong thing, even though it was the only thing that they could do. She wasn't meant for such realizations! She was a blunt instrument!
The oblivion of her defeat had come as almost a relief after all of that, and then she'd been restored, brought to her Master's side once more as her Master shone in all her glory. There hadn't been time, then, to comment on the strangeness of fighting alongside someone she'd hated so much. Well, to be honest, it wasn't a terribly novel feeling. In the old days, when allegiances shifted with the wind, the Wolkenritter had often found themselves fighting alongside former enemies.
It didn't make those old enemies friends. And so she determined to keep that in mind. Her Master didn't want her to fight Nanoha anymore, so she wouldn't. But she wouldn't ever be the girl's friend, the way that Signum and Fate were becoming friends. (How cloying!) They were allies. Not friends.
And then that day in the snow ...
She'd called out a warning, as one does to an ally, and Nanoha had turned just quickly enough to see the silvery blade descending towards her chest, not nearly quick enough to block or dodge out of its way. She saw the girl fall out of the sky, and didn't even remember killing the thing that hurt her so badly. All she'd cared about at that moment was determining her ally's condition.
Nanoha was still awake when she got to her, and she looked up with a confused smile and asked, red ruin flowing from her chest, "Hey, Vita, are you okay?" And then she passed out.
Am I okay?
No. No, I am not okay, she thought.
This is what it was like when I thought Hayate was dying, she thought.
I feel like I did when I thought Hayate was dying, she thought.
I feel about Nanoha dying the way that I feel about Hayate dying, she thought.
I feel about Nanoha the way that I feel about Hayate, she thought.
No. No I do not.
And she called for a medic, and eventually they got back to Mid-Childa. Really, it was just as well that Fate wouldn't talk to her or even look at her, because she had no idea what she was supposed to say to the other girl. I'm sorry was not going to cut- was not going to be good enough.
Somehow, as Nanoha recovered, Vita managed to regain her equilibrium. And never once in that time did she ever allow herself to question the ultimate realization she'd stumbled upon in those frightening seconds when she'd thought Nanoha was going to die.
She did not love Nanoha.
She did not.
... and yet she knew that she did.
"One more time?" Hayate whispered.
"I love Nanoha," Vita said, her words almost broken by sobs.
"Good girl," Hayate said soothingly, and pulled herself up and off of Vita's prone form just long enough to roll her onto her back, provoking a gasp of surprise from those lips before she slammed back down onto her, grinding her hard with her leg held up so that her lips could lick at the toes she loved so much.
"Hayate!" Vita called out, again and again, as she was fucked firmly by her Master.
And finally, they lay together on the floor, passion spent. And now the truth needed to be addressed.
"It's okay, you know," Hayate told her gently.
"No, it's not," Vita moaned. "I'm so confused."
"Then it's okay to be confused. Vita ... if you have to do what your Master wants, then you should accept that your Master is happy that you love someone else as well as her," Hayate pointed out. "No, not just is happy. I love that you love Nanoha. When the people I love, love each other, I think that makes them all happy. And that makes me very happy."
"But I don't know what to do," Vita said. "I-I've never had to confess anything before now. And what if she's not interested in me that way?"
"I will help you," Hayate promised, reaching over to hug her gently. "And if she's not interested in you, then you will know that she doesn't deserve to be, because anyone who could refuse someone as sweet as you are doesn't serve someone as sweet as you are."
"I'm not that sweet," Vita grumbled.
"Yes, you are," Hayate said, squeezing. "Yes, you are."
And Nanoha thinks so too, she didn't tell her, since she was looking forward to Vita finding out for herself. She would go over there one night soon, with Vita and Signum, and the five of them would finally give way to their passions. If she played her cards right, she would finally see Vita and Signum making love like she'd always fantasized.
Even if that didn't work out, then if nothing else, Nanoha would have better options for when Fate wasn't around than some of the losers she'd been with lately.
NEXT: Yuuno.