A/N: Honestly Columbia's so enjoyable to write, easily just as much as Cleveland. Both are just lovely characters on the whole to write~

That said, do enjoy~


Working Up a Sweat

The Commander was wont to spoil his subordinates.

Today was no different. Following a fabulous performance protecting the mass-produced battleships, he opted to take both Cleveland and Columbia out on a little break – nothing overly fancy, just an afternoon away from the hectic life on the base on a paid trip to a sauna in the neighbouring town. Quiet, out of the way and most of all private, it was the ideal place to take the two blondes.

They were quite excited about it too; Cleveland more than Columbia, admittedly. He wasn't sure if she was just excited to get out of the base or had a thing for saunas or maybe both, but he didn't question her and just smiled at her upbeat attitude as he led the two cruisers along the street. Despite it being midday it was pleasantly quiet, the main street some distance away and with the sauna tucked away on a narrower side-street there was only one or two people crossing down through the shaded street; mostly coming out from other shops.

Their destination soon came into view as they passed a flower shop that stuck out a bit into the street. With a dark red exterior coupled with the misted-over glass windows it looked inconspicuous, which he supposed was somewhat the desire – too many customers and there'd be complaints that the waits were too long. Or maybe he was just presuming things; he wasn't a businessman after all.

''In here.'' The Commander called out lightly, hand coming to rest on the glass door.

A push led him inside, the door bell chiming as he meandered on in. The interior was easy on the eyes, from the pale blue stone walls to the wooden flooring, it had a minimalist aesthetic that he could appreciate. The service counter at the far wall was staffed by a young woman currently on the phone, glancing up and smiling at him before returning to the call – mentions of 'appointment' and 'Thursday' coming through, clearly someone also hoping to get a spot here.

Patiently he waited until the woman had finished the call and hung up before speaking. ''We're under 'appointment thirteen'?''

Murmuring it under her breath the woman tapped away at her computer for a few seconds, humming... before a smile lit up her face. ''Ah, yes, I see you here now. Please head through when you're ready; male changing rooms on the right and female on the left. Your sauna reservation is number fifteen – the other room you wished to reserve is unfortunately under maintenance at this time.''

''Ah, so we'd be sharing a room, then...'' That wasn't part of his plan, and the idea... well, it did bring a dusting of pink to his cheeks.

Glancing back at Cleveland and Columbia he quirked a brow in question. Cleveland seemed a touch embarrassed, cheeks equally as pink as his; a sharp contrast to Columbia who just shrugged. ''Eh, I'm fine with it. And no way we're leaving you standing out here while we have our fun.''

When Cleveland had no protests he hummed and nodded over at the employee, who smiled and offered him a metal card, black and no doubt used to unlock the doors. Thanking her he adjusted the bag on his shoulder and made his way over to the male changing rooms, pushing the door open and following the short L-shaped hallway into the room proper; white tiles making up the narrow but lengthy room. Lockers lined both sides with a pair of wooden benches stood along the centre, around half of the lockers currently in-use.

Unbothered he stripped down until he was nude, carefully folding all of his outfit – shorts, underwear and shirt – into one of the available lockers and locking it up tight, a swipe of his card magnetically sealing it shut. Smiling in content he hopped into one of the showers just beyond the changing room; six walled stalls containing a shower-head each, and one that he quickly rinsed himself off in before snatching a clean towel and wrapping it around himself, meandering out the wooden door beyond.

A hallway laid there, doors lining it and numbered. It wasn't long until he found their door – marked with a bold '15' on the front – and waited patiently by it. Even from outside he could feel the steam from within seep out, warming the air and keeping him cosy as he stood with naught but a towel around his waist.

Several minutes later and the door to the women's changing room opened, luring his gaze over. Cleveland came out with a fluffy white towel wrapped around her from bust to thighs, one hand clasped over the front to keep it firmly there. Columbia on the other hand followed with a much more casual air to her, a matching towel wrapped around her. Only unlike Cleveland her arms were by her sides and, due to her bust size, the towel seemed a little shorter, reaching only down to her thighs.

''Over here.'' The Commander called out only lightly – his voice carrying easily in the enclosed space.

Cleveland grinned over at him and hurried over, and with a swipe of his card he opened the thick wood door to their sauna. It was a fairly quaint thing, just a cubical room with rich mahogany walls and a wooden bench that lined the three walls of the sauna. He held the door open for them and Cleveland ducked under his arm, chirping her thanks as she passed, and Columbia offered a more languid one as she ducked under his arm too... and unlike her sister, he couldn't help but spy her cleavage as she passed under him, her dog tags glinting from their spot between her breasts.

'Don't think like that.' He scolded himself, letting his arm fall as he joined his two subordinates. 'You're here to relax with them, not think lewd things of them.'

Easier said than done, however. Even as he eased himself into his seat, the door now firmly shut, the two blondes sat across from him – Cleveland animatedly chatting about something Helena, one of her friends, did during the battle. He vaguely recalled it, the slew of AP shells she lobbed into the side of a Siren Battleship, wreaking havoc on the warship. However it wasn't her tale that retained his attention, but the cruisers themselves.

Never let it be said that Ship-Girls weren't models in their own right. Clad in just some towels and with their blonde hair down both sisters looked damn gorgeous. Cleveland had her legs out and some primal part of his monkey brain told him that if he leaned down just a tiny bit he could get a peek, though he was quick to crush such lewd musings. Columbia had one leg folded over the other but with the shortness of her towel that just meant he had plenty of thigh to admire, her legs long and attractive as she bobbed one foot over the other.

'Relax!' He told himself, closing is eyes and crossing his arms over his chest; reclining back against the wall as comfortably as he could. 'Clear your mind...'

He couldn't. It must've been minutes before he was compelled to open his eyes one more – just a bit, enough to peek at the two girls as they talked at their leisure. Columbia was gesturing with her arms and as a result her towel had become loose, shifting down her torso just enough to show off more of her chest, the tantalising peek of more coming into view-

-until she grasped it and tugged it back up, incidentally denying him that view.

He almost groaned.

As if hearing that unspoken sound, however, Columbia suddenly glanced his way – finishing her tale at the same time. He feigned interest and raised a brow, pretending like he'd been listening in... but Columbia saw right through him. Despite her laid-back attitude she was deceptively perceptive and in that moment he was reminded of that fact, doubly so when her eyes slowly trailed south and he became conscious of how erect he was.

And unfortunately there was little way to hide it. ''Oho, someone's excited~''

''Huh? Wha-'' Cleveland turned to look at him and froze, then looked away, rapidly growing red in the face. ''Oh.''

'Sorry.'' The Commander apologised.

''Heh, it's fine. Just a guy thing.'' Columbia casually remarked, unabashed as she stood to her full height and crossed the two-step distance before sitting down on his right side, smirking.

No doubt because she knew the view he got from her, with him being nearly a head taller than her. The towel was still somewhat loose but that didn't matter when he was looking down from above, her breasts embodying the word 'plump' and looking just as soft, the valley between her breasts practically inviting his gaze, her silver dog tags resting between them. One look at her smirking visage told him she didn't even mind his peeking, further fuelling the mad desires swimming up within him.

Then suddenly Columbia had her hand on his crotch. Palm flush, fingertips trailing down towards his balls, even with his towel in the way he could acutely feel her touch and made him groan under his breath. Columbia snickered at the restrained noise and leaned against him, her hand pulling back only long enough to slip under his towel, snaking down and curling her digits around his cock – a slow, firm stroke forcing another groan out of him.

''Columbia...'' The Commander groaned out, voice tight.

''Mm? You want me to stop?'' Columbia hummed, the look in her eyes telling him she knew the answer. ''Damn, you're packing heat down here~''

He saw no reason to lie. ''...no.''

Columbia just snickered under her breath again, the sound teasing but not malicious – least of all when her soft hand was stroking his cock. Longer pumps were intermixed with swifter tugs, the constant slew of motions coaxing grunts and groans up out of his throat, losing himself to the pleasurable handjob. Maybe it was because they were doing this in the sauna but her hand felt softer than he thought possible, aided somewhat by his towel; the fabric rubbing against his tip as she tugged his dick a bit.

A thumb into his towel fixed that, a shiver roiling through him as the white fabric fell around his ankles, leaving his erect cock bare to Cleveland. He made to look over at the other blonde but a hand on his cheek lured his gaze back onto Columbia, holding her pink gaze for several seconds before she shifted her left hand down, fingers hooked into her own towel.

'Is she about to-'

She did. With a tug her towel came undone and pooled down onto the seat, leaving nothing to hide Columbia's gorgeous tits or her flat tummy, his eyes ravenous as they soaked in every detail of her body. Even though she'd initiated things the embarrassment on Columbia's face was easily seen; not that it stopped the cruiser from jerking him off, her pumps gaining more momentum as she got into it, a hint of cockiness gradually coming back to her visage.

One reinforced as she slid off of the seat, kneeling before him. Understanding dawned a split-second before Columbia closed the distance – and the Commander moaned openly as soft, plump pink lips pursed around the head of his cock, sliding steadily down his shaft before sucking back up once more. With every sensual bob of her head she accepted more of his girth between her lips, her tongue lashing across the bulbous tip before circling around it, the slithering appendage only fuelling his pleasure.

''Oh fuck...'' The Commander cursed under his breath, gripping the edge of his seat. ''Feels damn good Columbia...''

Rather than speak Columbia just hummed mirthfully, eyes alight with teasing intent as she sucked his cock. Just repeating that line in his mind nearly made him feral; lust coursing through his veins as he watched the beautiful Columbia give him head without a hint of shame, those plump lips of hers flush against his shaft as she dragged them up-and-down it rhythmically.

Motion to his left lured his gaze over and he was surprised to find Cleveland standing – and his mouth grew dry as she dropped her towel. Scarlet hues coloured her face but she didn't cover herself, baring her body to him and letting him soak in everything from her medium-sized breasts to her pussy, his eyes tracing her thighs down to where her towel fell. Up until she stepped closer, his eyes flickering back up just in time to see her bashful smile as she sat down next to him on his left.

''You've been really tense the last few weeks, so uh...'' Cleveland struggled for words. He didn't blame her. ''Maybe this'll help?''

The Commander didn't complain – instead he wound his left arm around Cleveland's bare side and pulled her flush against him, his hand shifting up to grope her breast. Cleveland blushed hard but offered a flustered smile, awkwardly laying her hands on his shoulders – and, seemingly overcome by a burst of courage, darted up and mashed her mouth against his. It was an awkward kiss but in that moment an erotic one all the same, another groan bubbling up his throat as Columbia sucked on his cock.

Breaking off the kiss he kneaded Cleveland's breast at his leisure, his gaze flicking down to Columbia. The bustier blonde met his gaze unashamedly, lips gliding up-and-down his swollen shaft and an amused hum escaping her, the sensation sending tingling jolts along his shaft. She popped her lips off briefly to jerk him off, the slew of sticky noises sending pleasant jolts up his spine, his muscles growing taut as he held back the imminent explosion rising within him.

''Shit...'' The Commander exhaled sharply, putting his hand on the back of Columbia's head, hastening her cock-sucking. ''Gonna cum...!''

Columbia grabbed onto his thighs at that and enthusiastically bobbed her head, her sucks turning into wet slurps as if trying to suck his load out of him. The Commander groaned sharply at the thought, holding onto Cleveland with his left arm and with eyes locked onto Columbia, pleasure shooting up his shaft-

-until he peaked, the air vacated from his lungs in a gasp as he gushed down her throat. A pleased hum answered him and he pushed his head back against the wall, groaning through gritted teeth as he busted down Columbia's throat, her tongue flush up against the underside of his shaft and coaxing out as much of his semen as possible. Only after his orgasm ended did Columbia pop her lips off of his dick with a heavy exhale, wiping her bottom lip dry as she gazed up at him, aroused.

''Damn...'' The Commander breathed, releasing her. ''You give fantastic head.''

''Heh. Thanks.'' Columbia smirked. ''I bet Cleve would give good head too~''

''Columbia!'' Cleveland squawked at her sister, blushing furiously.

The Commander hummed at that, kissing her cheek roughly but quickly before unwinding his arm from her. Just in time too as Columbia rose to her feet and slid herself onto his lap – a giggle immediately escaping the cruiser as he buried his face in her tits, unashamedly motor-boating her. Columbia snaked an arm around his head and actively pulled his face in-between them, winking over at her sister as Cleveland cupped her own, much smaller tits, feeling distinctly self-conscious for once,

After a few moments though the Commander withdrew his head, his hands sliding down Columbia's back and settling on her ass, pulling her closer. The hint didn't go unnoticed and with a wry smirk Columbia rose up on her knees, all too keen on having a rodeo. One that saw her grasping his cock and easing towards her entrance, her back arching slightly as she leaned forwards, letting his tip rub along her slit-

''Mn- oh fuck~''

Until at last Columbia slowly sunk down onto his sizeable cock. The penetration was slow and the Commander appreciated every second of it, hissing through gritted teeth and digging his fingers into Columbia's shapely behind, feeling her molten heat engulf more and more of his dick. She stopped halfway and exhaled a ragged breath, sucking it in and muttering a hot curse under her breath, her pink eyes falling upon him once more.

''Ain't my first time.'' Columbia told him, as if reading his mind – a cocksure smirk on her lips. ''So don't worry 'bout me, got it? Be gentle with Cleve though, she's still a virg-''

''Columbia!'' Cleveland cried out, expression simultaneously mortified and scolding.

Columbia just laughed though, showing teeth as she grinned audaciously at the Commander, daring him to do more than sit there and have her work his cock. An offer the Commander gladly took her up on; his right hand sliding up to her nape and pulling her in close, their lips mashing together in a sudden, but far from unwanted kiss; moans shared between them as Columbia slowly resumed bouncing, the slightest motion setting his loins alight in the best way possible.

He broke off the kiss first, his back thumping up against the wood wall. The miniscule space between their bodies was enough for his eyes to roam over her freely, from Columbia's jiggling tits to her slim sides and curvy hips – his right hand soon coming up to knead her left breast, primal satisfaction roiling through him as he fondled her tit, his thumb swiping at her perky nipple. Columbia bit her bottom lip and moaned, planting herself down onto his crotch and grinding herself back-and-forth, the stirring motion sending hot jolts of pleasure up his dick. The way she rose and fell too made her dog tags, secured around her neck by a thin metal chain, jingle and jangle between her boobs; bouncing about freely as she went up-and-down his dick.

''Mn, haha... enjoying the show sis?'' Columbia smirked over at Cleveland.

The Commander looked over just in time to see Cleveland's deer-in-the-headlights look, one hand between her legs and no doubt playing with her pussy. She withdrew the hand at first but at his lustful look she hesitated, then slipped her hand back between her legs.

''That's it.'' The Commander breathed out, breathlessness making his voice husky – commanding. ''I wanna see you get off to us.''

''Frick that's hot.'' Columbia murmured, groaning as she went back to smacking herself down his dick. ''Don't worry sis, nn, I'll let him pop your cherry soon, just lemme... ah... get off too... mnn frick it feels good~''

The way her husky voice turned to a whine made his dick ache – carnal need throbbing up it. Shifting his hands to her curvy hips the Commander put Cleveland out of his mind and earnestly began bucking his hips up, his throbbing cock slamming up into Columbia's slippery tunnel and hitting her innermost parts – the deep impacts fucking surprised moans out of the busty blonde, her eyes screwing shut as she moaned.

Her nails dug into his shoulders nearly hard enough to draw blood, her pussy coiling around his dick with equal firmness, yet the Commander didn't stop his bucking thrusts – mad lust aching up his cock as he continued driving himself up into her, the raw clap of flesh turning wet with how utterly soaked Columbia was down there, her nectar dribbling down his shaft as her tender walls clenched and squeezed his girth, begging for the eruption they both knew was coming.

''No condoms.'' The Commander grunted out hastily.

''Just do it inside.'' Columbia breathed back. ''Don't care. Just cum- mn, yeah?''

The Commander jerked his head in a nod and not a second later Columbia pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss, one that lasted only a few seconds before she broke it off with a moan. Her flesh slapped down against his own and he jerked his hips up with equal vigour, possessed with lust as he slotted his cock into her quivering cunt, feeling himself near his end, his head growing light with euphoria and his chest tight as his breath bundled in it-!

And then suddenly he exhaled it all out in a gasp as he came. Her sopping pussy clamped down on him at the same time, instantly pushing his pleasure to new heights as he creampied her – powerful jolts of need roaring up his cock. His grip on her hips was unrelenting, his mind was vacant, all he could feel was the pussy smothering his dick as he deliberately gave her an unsafe, risky creampie, her womb no doubt filled with his seed.

How long the moment lasted he wasn't entirely sure, time eluding him, until with an explosive exhale the Commander slumped against the wall. Columbia fell atop him, chin on his shoulder and moaning below his ear, the erotic tenor sending chills through him. His palms came up and he groped her hanging breasts leisurely, earning an amused huff from the cruiser herself, though she was content to remain where he was, her boobs groped and kneaded by his hands.

Until eventually Columbia found the strength to get off of him, moaning as she rose off of his cock and plopped herself down on the bench next to him, flashing him a pleased grin. ''Not bad Commander... if I knew you were this good in bed I would've hit on you months ago.''

''And if I knew you'd be up for it I'd have taken you on a date to the city the night I found out.''

''Heh, maybe I'll take you up on that.'' Columbia amusedly remarked before looking past him. ''For now though, wanna give Cleve some love too?''

He looked over at the flushed blonde, her expression still as embarrassed as it had been for the last ten minutes, only now there was an abundance of desire there too. Her eyes were lidded, her breathing was hard, one hand was kneading her left breast and the other was openly fingering herself, her digits drenched in her love juices. The arousing sight prompted the Commander to rise from his spot on the bench and shift between Cleveland's open legs, a light nudge all that was needed to make her hand move aside.

And then without hesitation he lined himself up, tip grazing her syrupy folds and making her whimper – before he penetrated her. Even though he took it slow Cleveland still gasped all the same, the sound withering into a cute whimper as he took her virginity, a flicker of discomfort on her visage before it mellowed into embarrassed pleasure. The Commander smiled tightly at that and rested his forehead against hers; groaning softly as he sunk deeper into her nice tight pussy before slowly pulling out.

Only to sheathe himself back inside of her tight, sopping pussy a moment later. Cleveland moaned sharply – but the sound cut off a mere moment later as he kissed her, devouring her cute voice and his hands settling on her thighs, slowly but firmly pumping his cock into her tight hole and coaxing all manner of shuddering moans from his partner, her weeping cunt squeezing his dick in plea for more.

''Mn, fuck...'' Cursing softly against his lips he looked Cleveland in the eyes. ''You're so tight, relax a little.''

''Sorry...'' The blonde breathed back, mewling when he stuffed his dick back into her. ''Feels r-really good...''

''Same for me.'' He grunted. ''By the way, can I cum inside? Or do you want it on your stomach?''

Cleveland shuddered. The Commander let her ruminate on the idea, busying himself by plunging into her quivering tightness, intimately feeling her slick insides grip his shaft as he entered her over and over again. His eyes closed and he just enjoyed the sensation, the forward thrust that preluded a hot smothering squeeze, the repeated motion growing no less blissful as he sped up, his plunges turning into unrelenting ramming.

''Hnf, I need to know Cleve.'' The Commander reminded her between breaths, tingling need coming up his cock, hinting at his coming end. ''Do you wanna risk it?''

''I-I don't know...'' Cleveland moaned uncertainly, yet the possessive grip her pussy had on him told him of his body's wants.

From the sidelines Columbia giggled. ''C'mon sis, it'll feel really good when his baby batter fills you up~''

His hips jolted forwards faster, clapping his flesh with hers, carnal need climbing his cock faster and faster – his pounding thrusts equally as hurried as he chased his coming end. ''Fuck, need to choose now C-Cleve...!''

''Inside!'' She cried, her legs wrapping around his abruptly. ''Inside me Commander!''

He didn't need to be told twice, jamming his pulsating member into her depths, feeling her embrace him, squeeze him – and then he peaked, shouting in pleasure as he slammed in and kissed her cervix, preluding the thick torrent of cum he emptied inside of her. Under him Cleveland screamed in pleasure but he barely heard it, lost on cloud nine as he purposefully creampied his subordinate, her tightness coaxing out all of his load out of him.

Exhaling a laboured breath the Commander rocked his hips, gently pumping in-and-out of her honeypot before finally pulling out – releasing a satisfied moan as his tip sprung free. For a long moment he just stayed there, leaning over Cleveland and admiring her naked self, before with a grunt he stumbled over and took his seat next to Columbia.

''Fuck.'' He breathed out.

''Same.'' Columbia smirked languidly, unashamedly leaning up against his side. ''How's that for a first time sis?''

''...it feels so warm...'' Came the dazed reply.

The Commander smiled wryly at that. Columbia was much less polite and laughed.

Up until he leaned in close and nipped her ear, his words tickling it. ''So, thoughts on me taking you both on a date next weekend?''

The rosy blush that answered him, preluding the bashful grin, told him this wouldn't be the last time the three of them had an off-base tryst.

He looked forward to it.

[END]