A/N: Been meaning to do some Suruga lewds and Shimakaze lewds for quite some time; found a pic that inspired by whimsy, and thus here we are~
Do enjoy~
A Commander, Tanuki and Bunny Walk Into A Bar...
''Huh... so, this is the place?''
''Yep! C'mon, I'll give you a tour! We put in a ton of effort to bring it up to standards, and Amagi was really insistent we give top-of-the-line service!''
The Commander hummed slowly and followed after Shimakaze; the bunny Destroyer eagerly rushing ahead of him, one hand in his as she dragged him along for the ride.
His deployment to the Sakura Empire was only a few days old when Shimakaze had come up to him and invited him to a bar. Not just any old bar either, but the Sakura Empire's brand new bunny bar, staffed only by Ship-Girls and visited exclusively by other Ship-Girls or the few officers the navy had around. According to the bunny-girl herself she had been the one to push for its creation, having been to a bunny bar in the Eagle Union – ran by New Jersey, he recalled – and so teamed up with several other bunny girls to form a, well, bunny-girl bar.
They'd done a good job with it too. Even as he approached down the dirt path, trees flanking either side of the route, he could spy the retrofitted warehouse up ahead. Old grey concrete had been painted over with browns and cooler greys, giving it a much more renovated feel. Wooden pillars flanked the wide doorway and as he walked inside he found the interior much darker; made mostly of mahogany wood panelling with the occasional wood pillar between them, hints of green wallpaper tucked under the panelling to give it a warm aesthetic.
The bar itself wasn't overly big, but it didn't need to be. A bar and alcohol rack at the far end of the room, various tables hugging the walls and populating main space – it looked like a real bar. Which, he supposed, it technically was; just because they whipped this up themselves didn't mean it was any less authentic. Likewise from the doorway he could already spy multiple familiar Ship-Girls going about their duties, delivering some drinks to the others sat at tables or chatting amongst themselves.
Kii, as per his predictions, was manning the bar. He knew she had a bartender spirit when he saw her.
Of course, his amusement was matched only by his veiled interest – he was their commander and would keep his hands to himself, but that didn't mean he wasn't a man either. And seeing his beautiful subordinates frolic around in bunny-suits was certainly an exercise in self-restraint.
Shimakaze, too, had dressed herself up in one – although amusingly not the same one he caught her wearing to New Jersey's bar during her 'internship' there. A white leotard that pushed up her small bust and with a white-red collar piece, she looked cute – but it was the skin-tight black pantyhose that really got him going, with how it hugged her lithe legs and emphasised her small but perky ass.
He stopped himself from staring, though. ''It looks good. You really outdid yourself, Shimakaze.''
''Ehe, thanks~'' Shimakaze preened under the praise – before she perked up. ''Ah, Suruga! There you are!''
''A-Ack! Don't give me away-!''
Too late; Shimakaze dashed behind a nearby wood pillar and pulled Suruga out into the open – and the Commander briefly forgot how to think. Sure he knew Suruga was an attractive woman, but seeing the tanuki – her horns gone – standing before him in naught but a black leotard, the cups pushing her large breasts up to the point they nearly spilled out, made him feel all sorts of ways. Aided by the snug brown pantyhose hugging her thick thighs, emphasising her long legs delightfully.
''Wow.'' He commented, earning Suruga's gaze. ''You look amazing Suruga.''
''Oh, Commander, um... thank you...'' She finished in a small voice, blushing hard. ''I-I wasn't expecting you to come today.''
''Eh? But I told you he would...'' Shimakaze tilted her head up at the other woman.
Earning an incensed whisper from Suruga. ''S-Shush! I forgot okay!''
The Commander cooled his jets and put on a smile, tucking his unbecoming arousal to the back of his mind. ''Still it's great to see you once more – how about we catch up?''
''Um, well, I'm on the job...''
Shimakaze, helpful as ever, chirped up then. ''Don't worry Suruga, I'll do your work for you!''
''Ugh, why are you so kind...'' Suruga bemoaned, hanging her head. ''Fine.''
''We don't have to if you don't want to.'' The Commander demurred.
''No, I want to, it's just...'' Suruga sighed. ''This outfit is embarrassing.''
''Relax, you look lovely.'' The Commander soothingly petted her shoulder, earning a dark blush from Suruga. ''Shimakaze, can you bring us some drinks?''
''Sure thing Commander~!'' Came the Destroyer's merry chirp before she whizzed off.
With a smile the Commander gently nudged Suruga towards one of the unoccupied tables in the corner. ''Come on, I've been wanting to know what's happened here in the time I've been gone.''
Suruga hummed. ''Well I suppose the first thing you should know is...''
X-x-X
Minutes turned into an hour awfully quick.
Shimakaze, perhaps overly earnest, took away their empty glasses and gave them fresh ones in record time, her natural speed lending well to a timely service.
Of course when dealing with alcohol that also meant that the pair of them consumed a lot more of it than either had any right to this early in the evening. As a Ship-Girl Suruga should have a natural resistance to it, enabling her to drink half a keg before it really hit...
...but unfortunately for her, she was a massive lightweight.
''And it's not fair~'' Suruga whined, laying slouched over the table as she drew circles on the wood. ''Kii just doesn't get me like you do, Commander, she's always teasing me~''
''Well... you do look cute when you're flustered.''
''Commander~'' Came her drunk whine.
The Commander chuckled, leaning back into his seat. His cheeks were hot and his head was fuzzy but he still was conscious of his actions, which was perhaps a good thing since they were both in public. Suruga on the other hand was starting to lose her sensibilities, though at least had enough sense to stop drinking past a certain point, the cool air wafting into the bar helping clear her head somewhat. Enough that, despite her slurring, she was still able-bodied.
However the alcohol also quenched her self-consciousness, too. With her practically leaning limp against the table he could see her boobs squish out against the cups of her leotard, just about spilling out when she leaned back. They looked so soft and malleable that he couldn't take his eyes off of them, even when Suruga called his name,
When she whined though he did. ''Commander~ Are you listening?''
''Sorry, sorry, zoned out.'' He chuckled shortly. ''Perhaps the drink has had too much of an effect on me.''
''Same, I guess...'' Suruga groaned, sitting back in her seat. ''This is why I don't let Shimakaze feed me stuff, she overdoes it.''
''She means well though.'' He pointed out, coming to the Destroyer's defence.
Suruga hummed at that. ''Yeah, she does. Too nice for her own good.''
He hummed and they fell into a pleasant quiet, only the light jazz coming over a radio to permeate the bar. The few patrons present had departed leaving just them and a single group of Ship-Girls who were being comparatively noisy – cheering and hollering, having come back from a long sortie. Given that, nobody had the heart to tell them to calm down. They deserved a night of rowdiness after weeks of little reprieve.
The Commander grunted then, shifting out of his seat. ''Hey, know anywhere more private we could go? Noise is going for my head.''
Suruga hummed an agreement, rubbing at her eyes briefly before also shifting from her seat. ''I get what you mean. Hrn... well, there is the private booths behind the bar we could use. Technically you need to ask for them in advance, but...''
''Since I'm the commander.'' He wiggled his brows.
Suruga sighed. ''Yeah, that'll work.''
With a chuckle he wrapped an arm around Suruga's waist, and it was a testament to her drunkenness that the Battleship only blushed a little before leaning on him for support. Assured she wasn't going to fall over the Commander escorted the pair of them to the bar, a quick look from Kii earning a smirk and thumb jerked at the double doors to her right – and with a hum of thanks he took Suruga through them.
In contrast to the bar itself it was clear this section wasn't fully complete yet – though a carpet had been put down the walls were still concrete, albeit with a couple paintings hung up to make it look less bland. A row of doors laid to the right-hand side and he picked the first one that came into view; twisting the handle and pushing it open. The interior was about what he'd expected; a comfy leather couch that lined the three other walls of the room with a single table in the middle.
Grunting he helped Suruga in through it and closed the door behind them; sitting the Battleship down on the left-hand seats, joining her soon after. ''Mm, it's nice and cool in here.''
''Guess so.'' Suruga murmured back, blushing up at him. ''Commander... did you bring me back here because you wanted to... y'know?''
''...I'm not sure what you mean.'' He said vaguely, looking away.
Suruga cupped his cheek then, a surprising assertiveness to her motions as she made him look at him. ''Don't think I didn't notice you lookin' at my chest. You wanna... d-do it, don't you?''
''...I do.'' He admitted after a long moment, savouring the sight of her reddening cheeks. ''You look so damn good in that bunny suit I can hardly keep my hands to myself.''
''W-Well.'' Suruga coughed into a fist. ''I guess it falls to me to s-service you, right?''
''Again, if you don't want to-''
''I do!'' Suruga blurted out, only to blush hard when he looked back at her. ''I mean, uh... I'd be happy to service you...?''
The Commander smiled at that, relaxing back against the seat and winding his arm back around Suruga's slim waist, pulling her up against his side. The bunny-girl blushed, fully aware of how his eyes strayed from her face down to her prominent cleavage, but aside from a quiet gulp she made no move to stop him from looking. The little noise though did succeed in luring his gaze back up to her face, staring into her cutely-demure eyes.
Then he leaned in, kissing her. Suruga whined into it, so adorably bashful that it just encouraged him to drag the kiss out for longer, his hand stroking her slender side as he felt her plump pink lips connect with his own. Perhaps thanks to the alcohol rushing through his system he also felt bold enough to reach up and cup her left breast; gently pulling the cup of her leotard down and cupping her tit with his hand instead. She felt so majestically soft, so malleable, that he couldn't stop himself from groping her.
''Mynn... C-Commander...'' Suruga moaned, the noise all the clearer when they broke off the kiss. ''Nn... you- hya~!''
A cute squeak escaped Suruga as he buried his face into her neck, suddenly attacking her with kisses there too. An electric shudder jolted up her spine and she lolled her head away from him, her squeak melting into an arousing moan as she submitted to him, her body quaking as he nibbled on her neck and jiggled her breast into his palm. The softness soon enticed him to tug the other cup of her leotard down too, his lips leaving her neck and grazing down her underarm, planting several quick kisses on her armpit and then her collarbone – before peppering the top of her breast with smooches too.
''Hnn... that's-''
Just then the door thudded open – and a Shimakaze burst through. ''Commander~! Are you-!''
She cut herself off with a squeak, however, as she realised what kind of scene she'd just burst in on. Suruga too squawked and covered her bare breasts with both arms, flustered despite the alcohol in her system.
''S-Sorry!'' Shimakaze cried, bowing. ''I-I didn't realise-''
''Shimakaze.''
The single intonation of her name made Shimakaze stop, her squeak of submission so endearing, so charming... that he wanted her too.
''Shut the door and come here.''
''C-Commander?'' Suruga stammered.
The Commander, riding a high born of alcohol and lust, just flashed her a cheeky grin. ''Let's not keep the fun to yourselves.''
Shimakaze for her part obeyed his words, though her face was a burning crimson colour as she approached his side. With a bit of shuffling he made enough space for the bunny-girl to sit on his right – and Shimakaze squeaked as he snaked his right arm around her waist, pulling her close. Any words she wanted to say melted into a moan as he suddenly nibbled on her ear, his lips soon lifting up to her bunny ears and breathing into them; the simple stimulation enough to make Shimakaze moan.
''Mind servicing me?'' The Commander huskily inquired, his words tickling her sensitive bunny ears.
''Y-Yes~'' Shimakaze mewled back, her embarrassment still present – but now laced with a decidedly needy want. ''I'll do my best...''
The Commander shuddered at how submissive and breedable Shimakaze could be, offering no protest as she slipped out of his hold and shuffled down onto the carpet in front of him. Her nimble hands went to his belt and she unbuckled it in record time, his pants coming unzipped with equal swiftness and soon tugged down to his thighs. His striped boxers remained on his hips for barely a second or two before Shimakaze yanked them down – and the Destroyer squeaked as his rock-hard cock sprung out, standing at full mast in front of her awed visage.
''It's so big...'' Shimakaze breathed out reverently.
The Commander hummed an agreement, turning his attention back onto Suruga – pulling her in suddenly and kissing her. Though surprised Suruga merely moaned and reciprocated without hesitation, her arms tentatively coming to settle around his neck as she pressed her body against him. He relished the tentative confidence and moved his left hand up to her breast, kneading it leisurely as they made out, lips mashing together with growing passion.
Shimakaze wasn't one to be left out either. Shifting between his legs the bunny-girl curled her dainty fingers around his cock and unsurely started to stroke him off – having enough sense to know the basics but clearly lacking any and all experience. Nonetheless Shimakaze learned best from the practical rather than the theoretical – and it showed, groans forced up his throat as her dainty hand worked his dick, pumping it from base to tip.
Emboldened by the noise Shimakaze shuffled a little closer, hesitating – before giving the tip a lick. When he groaned an approval Shimakaze did it again, then again; growing more confident each time and lapping at the head of his cock, her hand stroking him at the same time for an overabundance of pleasure. The Commander could only groan as he experienced such sensations, from the slim warmth of her hand to the wetness of her tongue, all of it just steadily overwhelmed him.
''Hnf, gods...'' The Commander breathed out, breaking off the kiss with Suruga to just watch Shimakaze work. ''You're doing good, now take it into your mouth too.''
The Destroyer hurriedly chirped an agreement and licked his tip once more – and the Commander hissed in delight as she took him into her mouth. The wet, warm embrace took him from tip to just under the crown of his cock before she sucked straight back up to the tip, her slim lips dragging themselves over his girth back up. The sensation was quickly followed by another suck, her head bobbing slowly as she sucked him off, her blowjob tentative but ever so hot.
He was distracted from the heavenly sensation as Suruga wriggled out of his grip, earning his gaze – and need coiled in his gut as the Battleship also knelt down next to Shimakaze. The Destroyer peeked over but didn't stop bobbing her head, sucking him off dutifully even as Suruga cutely fidgeted, clearly wanting to join in but not wanting to outright say it.
Until apparently her patience ran out. ''C-C'mon...''
A muffled giggle around his cock preluded the pop of Shimakaze's lips as she leaned back. ''Your turn then!''
Suruga mumbled a bashful thanks and shuffled in, eyeing his cock dubiously for a second before licking the tip – and then with an embarrassed groan she lifted it up with her tongue and guided it into her mouth. The hot embrace of her mouth was heavenly and the Commander laid his hand on the back of her head, gently pulling her down and earning a muffled whine from Suruga herself, her eyes locked onto his as she took just over half of his dick into her mouth before sucking back up to the tip, bobbing her head at a slow, yet no less pleasurable rhythm.
''Hnf... haah, that's it...'' The Commander breathed. ''Why don't you two share it now?''
Shimakaze chirped an agreement and Suruga reluctantly did so as well, sucking back up to the very tip and shuffling to the side more, giving Shimakaze some room. Then together, cheek-to-cheek, the two girls leaned in and began to lick at the head of his cock, their tongues slithering and flicking over his twitching cock-head. From Shimakaze's smaller but more dexterous tongue to Suruga's larger but slower one, the sensation of both of them writhing over his tip was heavenly, coaxing pre-cum up from his tip.
Of their own volition the pair of them spiced it up; Suruga staying at the tip licking it whilst Shimakaze shifted down the shaft, dragging her tongue along his girth. The hot flicks against the underside were especially pleasurable, groans forced up his throat as she licked so earnestly, his toes curling and breath catching in his throat as the pressure grew and grew.
''Crap, gonna cum...'' The Commander hissed out. ''Suruga lean back.''
Suruga obeyed, panting and looking up at him with a decidedly erotic expression. He brushed Shimakaze to one side and stood up in front of Suruga, jerking himself off to the sight of the tanuki in front of him-!
Until with a sharp moan he busted his load on her chest. Ropes of glistening white cum splattered over her breasts, hitting the tops of them and arcing across her collarbone and neck, but he was mindful not to aim for her face. Suruga squeaked all the same, red-faced as her chest was covered in his cum load, spurt after spurt layering over her supple flesh until he had no more cum to shoot.
He exhaled, knees quaking as he sat back down. Shimakaze, ever the helpful girl, quickly acquired some tissues and helped clean Suruga up – wiping up the mess of cum across her breasts, the busty Battleship whining as she did so about the stains on her leotard. Not that it stopped her from sparing him cutely demure looks.
When the mess was taken care of though he was surprised when Suruga stood up, crossed the short distance and plopped herself down onto his lap. Her thighs brushed against his own and the cups of her leotard remained tugged out, letting him admire her bare breasts fully, only a slight sticky gleam across her skin now. Movement though made him look down, watching as Suruga tugged the crotch segment of her leotard to one side, and then ripped a hole in her pantyhose, the underwear beneath soon pulled aside to reveal her bare pussy.
''A-Allow me.'' Suruga stammered, one hand coming to rest on his shoulder whilst her other guided his cock up, the tip slapping against her pussy lips before running along her slit once, twice, thrice...
''...c-c'mon...''
He chuckled ruefully, holding his cock for her and allowing Suruga to spread herself open a little, angling herself – and then his tip finally penetrated her. The Commander couldn't have prepared himself for the wet hotness that welcomed him; a searing, ensnaring grip that took his breath away and left him moaning in shameless lust, his dick sinking into Suruga's snug pussy inch by inch.
Halfway down she stopped and lifted herself back up, her pussy clenching around him as if reluctant to let him back out – perhaps contributing to her haste in plunging back down, whining as she did so. The Commander relished the cute noise and held onto her hips, controlling her motions as Suruga slowly bounced onto his cock, her rise-fall motions tentative yet utterly orgasmic in pleasure.
''Wow...'' Shimakaze breathed from somewhere behind Suruga.
Something that made the Battleship blush. ''D-Don't watch!''
''Come here, Shimakaze.'' The Commander grunted instead, petting the spot on his right.
With a scramble of motion Shimakaze complied, red-faced as she sat next to him. As Suruga continued to ride his cock, moaning with utter bliss, he grabbed Shimakaze's ass and lifted her up onto her knees, pulling her against his side. The moment she was close enough he shamelessly buried his face down into her small chest, tucking her leotard cups down with his chin and taking her right nipple into his mouth, the sudden suck coaxing a surprised moan out of the Destroyer, her arms wrapping around his head and pulling him into her demure bust.
Suruga, eager for his attention too, moaned his name under her breath and picked up the pace – her slow bounces gaining momentum, impaling herself deeper and deeper until practically his entire cock was inside of her, kissing her deepest parts. The molten grip of her insides felt rapturous and judging by her moans Suruga felt the same, her expression one of barely-restrained pleasure as she jammed herself down onto his dick.
''C-Commander~'' Suruga moaned, grabbing his left hand and moving it from her side to her ass.
He groped it, appreciating her stern as he bucked his hips up, fucking a startled squeak out of Suruga. Once she got past her surprise though the Battleship was quick to ride him faster, her thighs slapping against his own as she dropped herself down onto his manhood, moaning and mewling as his swollen cock-head bumped up against her cervix each time.
''Myn~!'' Suruga moaned sharply, throwing her head back – every impalement accompanied by a moaned word; ''It! Feels! So! Good!''
The Commander gave Shimakaze's nipple one last suck before popping his lips off; turning his attention onto Suruga once more. He slid his palm from her ass up to her right breast, groping and fondling her soft tit and watching with rapt attention as the Battleship impaled herself onto him, her other breast jiggling from her hasty impalements, accepting his length into her molten core.
''Suruga, wait...!''
One more bounce, and he went over the edge – hissing through gritted teeth as he busted his load inside of Suruga. The Battleship let out a startled yelp, eyes widening – and then they fluttered closed as she moaned sweetly, hips buckling as she orgasmed on his dick, her loins clenching and squeezing his cum out of him. The tightness just emboldened him to buck his hips more; ragged gasps punctuating the motions as he creampied the tanuki on top of him.
Gulping in lungfuls of air the Commander rocked his hips, riding out his high until it finally came to a close. Only then did he relax back against the seat, his groan matched by Suruga's own as she slumped against him, gasping for breath and incidentally pushing her nice chest against his collarbone, every shudder lancing through her body acutely felt when she was so close.
With a grunt of effort he grabbed Suruga's ass and helped lift her off of his dick, setting her down on the seat next to him.
''Commander~! Is it my turn now...?''
Shimakaze's earnest inquiry drew his gaze onto her – and his dick ached with renewed need as he found the petite Destroyer stood in the middle of the room, bent over at the waist with her hands down on the table, her small but perky ass pushed out towards him.
Not bothering to respond the Commander simply rose to his feet and got behind Shimakaze, spending a moment to grope her nice rear and earning a cute whimper from his partner, her anticipation obvious. An anticipation that tempted him to pull her leotard to one side and rip a hole in her pantyhose, exposing the white underwear beneath that too found itself tucked aside. With more haste than intended he got into position, his cock-head pushing and rubbing along her puffy slit, teasing a whimper out of Shimakaze-
-and then she cried out as he penetrated her, pushing deep inside. She was even tighter than Suruga had been and utterly soaking wet, her snug tunnel clamping down on his intruding girth but failing to stop him from shoving himself in deeper. Letting loose a throaty groan the Commander grabbed her hips and began to thrust right off of the bat, pumping into her tight pussy and relishing the hot moans he fucked out of Shimakaze, her wet insides coiling around his thrusting cock.
''H-Hyah~! Commander~!'' Shimakaze squealed, jolted forth by his thrusts and shifting her legs further apart.
It just made it so much easier to hold onto her; groans spilling from the Commander's lips as he yanked her back towards him , slamming his cock into her tight hole. He didn't mean to be so rough but when only moans of pleasure answered him he gladly continued to pound away at Shimakaze's welcoming pussy, loving how her sopping tunnel clenched around him as he rutted her like a beast.
His harsh thrusts smacked his groin against her perky ass cheeks, practically shoving against Shimakaze, but with a whine rife with horny need the Destroyer shoved herself back against him, happily taking his cock. Her arms quaked under her as they kept her upright but the Commander hardly cared, wailing away at her pussy as the Destroyer herself let her voice out.
''Shit, Shima...!'' The Commander gritted out. ''You're so tight...!''
Shimakaze could only answer with a squeal, bowing her head as she endured his pounding pace. The harsh slap of flesh echoed throughout the room and in the background Suruga could only watch, her right hand unconsciously drifting to her pussy and dipping her fingers inside of herself, whimpering as she started playing with her pussy – to the sight of her friend being railed, no less.
Puffing out a heavy breath the Commander shifted his right hand up Shimakaze's side, groping at her breast. The rough fondling made the petite Destroyer moan needily, her wet insides clenching around his girth as it plunged between her petals; stuffing her to the brim and leaving her weak in the knees. Not that it stopped him from going to town on her, his groans turning into growls of need as he fucked the shorter girl, his cock twitching within her-
-when with a shout the Commander slammed balls-deep inside of her and came. Shimakaze squealed at the top of her lungs; back arched sharply and eyes wide as her own orgasm took her, sending electric shudders racing through every fibre of her being. The tightness that smothered his dick only made him cum even more in her; every last drop squeezed out by the Destroyer's tightness.
Until with a throaty groan the Commander pulled out. The moment he did so Shimakaze collapsed – or would have had he not caught her, grunting as he helped her over onto the couch. Instantly she flopped onto it like a wet noodle, moaning in orgasmic bliss as she just caught her breath, her heavy breathing intimately audible in he quiet.
For a minute, he just caught his breath.
Then after the sixty second mark Shimakaze shifted onto her back... and with a bright grin she spread her glistening folds open, legs out in a 'V' shape as she presented herself to him. ''Let's do it again!''
''H-Hey...'' Suruga, albeit bashfully, opened her legs wide too. ''It's my turn now... right, Commander...?''
The Commander looked between the two Ship-Girls offering themselves to him.
And within the minute, pleasure-filled squeals would fill the private booth for another hour to come.
[END]
A/N: I realise the title doesn't work as a joke since Suruga was already in the bar, but let's not get hung up on unnecessary details~