Walking through the port during a warm summer evening, an Eagle Union battleship wandered back to her dormitory. New Jersey was normally an energetic and lively person; but right now she was feeling depressed and hurt. All she could think about was just getting to her bed, her confidant facade had completely evaporated and she was clearly exhausted, hugging her chest as she walked unsteadily along.
Not long ago she had just returned from a very tough mission. While she normally enjoyed being the toughest ship in the Eagle Union fleet, it did come with downsides. Her teammates in the fleet idolised her, but the constant attention was starting to wear her patience thin, putting her in an irritated mood before the operation. Even the Sirens seemed to see her as something to focus on. The mission almost went very badly for her, to the point she almost sank.
Fortunately Enterprise had been there to bail her out, shooting down the aircraft bombing her, allowing NJ to recover and sink the Queen-class carrier that had been harassing her all mission. Upon returning to port, Vestal had fixed her up as best she could, but regrettably she had some new scars the repair ship couldn't fix, which even hours later were still sensitive. Each step New Jersey took seemed to ache more than the last, despite nobody being around her, she refused to utter a groan or grunt of exertion, preferring to keep up her 'Indomitable Dragon' persona as much as possible.
Unable to bear the constant pain any more, New Jersey found a bench and sat down. Just breathing seemed to be a chore right now, as she panted in ragged breaths.
"Heh...maybe I...overdid it this time..." NJ thought as she rested. "I still can't believe some mass-produced carrier got the better of me, how did this happen? If Enterprise hadn't been there I..." Her eyes went wide thinking of the implications of that, not emotionally prepared to deal with that scenario, NJ felt tears build in her eyes.
"No..." She whispered out loud, closing her eyes tightly as she scowled at herself. "I...I won't cry...I DON'T cry!" she tried to stand up to keep walking, but a painful sensation in her leg caused her to fall back, she stifled a cry of pain as she fell back down, feeling along her thigh she felt an ache in the back of her leg, preventing her from putting much weight on it. New Jersey silently cursed as she attempted to stand up again, ignoring her body's protests of weakness and exhaustion.
The battleship didn't get more than a few steps away from the bench before collapsing onto her good leg, cutting her knee a little. Fighting back her tears, New Jersey got up again, walking past one of the cherry blossom trees adorning the Sakura Empire section of the base. It wasn't long before she collapsed again, this time almost straight onto her face. She managed to catch herself at the last second as her legs gave out a second time.
Stopping herself from smashing her face on the asphalt had drained what little strength NJ had remaining. She dropped her head onto the ground and started silently sobbing. New Jersey felt humiliated this had happened to her; to be heralded as one of the best battleships in the world, now she couldn't even walk home without hurting herself. She was too tired, too upset and in too much pain to get back up, she was stuck there and she knew it.
Why didn't she just agree to stay in the med bay? Why didn't she let Enterprise help her back? Because she was the Indomitable Black Dragon, she felt didn't need help from some carrier, but now look at her, on the ground crying her eyes out from pain she won't admit she felt. New Jersey blacked out, not realising a shadow was falling over her and strong hands were pulling her up...
Later
New Jersey opened her eyes and gasped as she noticed she wasn't in her room. But the bed she was on was far too comfortable for her to really care, her body still ached, but it was much fainter now. She then realised her clothing was on a zubuton next to the bed, looking under the covers she saw that she was only in her underwear, and a fresh plaster on her knee.
While NJ normally wouldn't mind being naked around others, she was feeling too vulnerable right now for this. She gasped and looked around for the one who put her here. She deduced it was a Sakura Empire kansen who had helped her, she was wondering who exactly from that faction would take her in.
She got her answer when a tall, purple haired fox woman walked into the room, wearing only a light purple night gown, through which a dark purple bra and panties could be seen. Nine fluffy fox tails billowed out from behind her, slowly swaying from side to side no matter if she was still or moving. Noticing NJ was awake, the kitsune smiled warmly, and sat on the edge of the bed.
"I found you on the ground near one of the Scared Sakura, you were crying; are you alright?" She asked with a motherly tone. NJ couldn't believe it: Musashi...of all the kansen to have found her in this condition, it had to be HER. The one battleship who could equal her, the one she was always compared to. She felt embarrassed as she realised Musashi must have seen part of her ordeal, she hadn't directly met her fellow battleship before tonight, she only knew her by reputation. Now here she was caring for her? Not wanting to appear weak, New Jersey looked away with a frown.
"I-I'm fine, I..." She had planned to sound tough, but her voice broke almost instantly, Musashi was projecting an intense, but comfortable aura of safety and security, seeming to will her to relax and calm down. The kitsune gently cupped NJ's chin, making her look into her golden eyes.
"Its OK if you're not alright New Jersey, the Commander told me your last mission was rough on you." Musashi soothed her. She then tilted her head. "But something tells me you're bothered about something more than your latest injuries, do you want to talk about it?" She asked with sympathy. The American battleship blushed with the friendly contact, she was no stranger to touching and being touched by others, especially by the Commander, but this little gesture from Musashi felt very different; she couldn't sense any lust or sketchy intentions behind it.
NJ felt her tears started to well up again, Musashi had already hit the nail on the head with her comments, as much as she wanted to hide her problems behind her energetic facade, she could tell Musashi would see right through her if she tried to lie or deflect. She tried to speak again, but could feel her pride and ego drag on her words, trying to stop her from admitting to her perceived rival her biggest secret. Her voice barely above a whisper and on the verge of bawling, she confessed.
"I want...to be...cared for." NJ brought her legs up and hugged her knees, sobbing as she buried her face in her thighs, her voice became a torrent of emotion as she blurted out what she was feeling. "Everyone needs me to be some unstoppable juggernaut, they rely on me, but I hate it! I can't do it any more! I want to know what its like to have someone to watch over me...just once..." She cried out, tears streaming out of her eyes and staining her cheeks.
Musashi's expression softened as she watched her fellow battleship sobbing, she sat further up the bed, next to NJ's toned and battered body. The fox woman felt an instinctive urge to cringe at some of the new bruises and scars NJ's skin displayed. She wrapped an arm around NJ's shoulders, the American woman leaned on her, sniffling a little as she allowed Musashi to cuddle her.
"You poor girl...look at all these..." Musashi pointed out the new scars on her legs and a big one on her hip. "You're just as vulnerable as the rest of us New Jersey, you don't need to pretend you're some untouchable titan all the time you know." Musashi stated. NJ looked up into her gold eyes, her own eyes puffy and raw from the tears.
"You really want to know what its like to have someone to care for you?" Musashi began. She then gently stroked NJ's hair as she talked, her tails gently swaying over the American battleship's body. "You can stay the night here if you want, nobody has to know about this, you can keep up your 'tough girl' act for everyone else, but here, with me, you can let go, do what you feel can't do around others, I won't judge, it could be good for you." The kitsune proposed.
New Jersey blushed feeling those fluffy appendages all over her, Musashi's idea was very tempting, she did have a lot more unresolved feelings within her. For someone who flirts and dances provocatively semi-regularly, she was actually very shy and timid on the physical side of intimacy, despite the teasing persona she often employed around the Commander.
"I...I don't know...I mean really? An Iowa and a Yamato class...together like THAT? Its...hehe..." NJ almost laughed at how absurd it sounded to her. "People are always speculating how we'd do in a fight...I never even considered doing...THAT with you." She added, a little perplexed at how this would even develop.
Musashi, sensing NJ was cheering up somewhat decided to be a little more daring, she smirked as she moved in front of the blue haired woman and leaned on her thighs. "Why not~? You didn't think someone as adorable as you could land a woman like me~?" Musashi asked, subtly lowering her gown to expose more of her more than ample breasts. NJ gasped shakily as Musashi's words tugged a chord in her chest.
"Y-you think I'm...adorable?" NJ asked, blushing as she was transfixed by Musashi's body being exposed by the gown coming off. Musashi chuckled seductively, gently brushing one of NJ's thick thighs.
"Of course~ you're so cute wanting to protect and care for everyone like you do, you deserve some care yourself cutie~." Musashi then gently kissed NJ, making the American yelp a little. With the fox woman's firm but gentle hands on her shoulders, she was well and truly pinned.
Musashi chuckled as she slowly went down, passionately kissing New Jersey's neck, gently running her hand down her curve and onto her hip. NJ panted, still a little confused by Musashi's actions, Hesitantly, she slowly rubbed and caressed the fox woman's own hips and ass cheeks, earning a small chuckle from Musashi as she explored her sexy body. Musashi kissed up NJ's jawline, getting back up to her lips, pausing for a brief moment to look into her deep blue eyes.
"I...I appreciate this...level of care." NJ admitted, feeling dazed and dizzy from how arousing this atmosphere had become. Musashi smiled and looked down New Jersey's body, licking her lips as she gazed downwards. NJ's nipples poked into her bra very obviously, causing her some discomfort. To put her more at ease, Musashi leaned back and disrobed her own bra, setting free her melon sized, yet perky breasts.
NJ let loose an amazed gasp at the size of her partners bust, nearly hypnotized by her impressive rack, Musashi giggled as she jiggled her boobs.
"Go ahead~ You know you want it my dragon~" The fox teased as she leaned over the American girl. NJ couldn't resist such perfect breasts hanging over her, she grabbed both boobs and started foundling them. Unbeknownst to her, Musashi reached around to the back of NJ's bra and unhooked it. Distracted by boobs and Musashi's quiet moaning, she didn't even realised her own sizeable chest was exposed. That is until she felt a fox tail coil around them both. With a small moan and a gasp, New Jersey looked down as her tits were squeezed by one of Musashi's tails, moaning even more as two more fluffy appendages lightly brushed her nipples.
"Wha- Ooh...this is...mmm..." NJ could barely get her words out, panting as the tails stroked and massaged her breasts. Musashi chuckled, licking her lips again as she looked further down the blue haired girl's body. Setting her eyes on her target: her pussy.
"Oh I've barely started, you ready for the REAL fun~?" Musashi asked, her hand trailing down and hooking her fingers into New Jersey's panties. Realising what she was about to do, NJ's eyes narrowed in surprise.
"W-wait! I-I..." She couldn't finish, almost screaming as Musashi lightly slipped a finger over her clitoris. This was such an expertly delicate touch, the fox woman chuckled as she softly danced her fingers around and on top of her barely used clit. "Oooh fuuuuck~" She moaned out, arching her back as her nipples were played with at the same time, this was like nothing she'd ever felt. Her nerves were electric as Musashi played with her body.
The fox woman then lay next to her and growled playfully, before NJ could ask what she was doing, Musashi kissed her hard on the lips, shoving her fingers deep inside her womanhood and hooking them right onto her G-spot, at the same time her nipples were flicked and her breasts were squeezed by her tails.
New Jersey had no chance.
She screamed into Musashi's mouth, bucking her hips hard as she had the biggest orgasm of her life, muscles spasm as her pussy contracted around its intruders.
"F-fuck~" NJ panted, on the verge of blacking out. Musashi withdrew her fingers and sucked on them, making sure NJ was watching, amused at her blushing face.
"Mmmm..." She teased with a wink, she then scooted up closer to NJ and wrapped her arms around her in a cuddle, their breasts squishing against each other. "I certainly wouldn't mind doing this more often my dragon, you feeling better?" The kitsune asked her gently. New Jersey smiled with her, pecking Musashi on the lips.
"Much better, thank you... Doncha just love when you're put on the defensive? In more ways than one~" NJ teased in her normal voice. She sounded tired, but content, snuggling closer to her lover. She accepted Musashi had technically defeated her in this bedroom duel, but she smirked as she thought about the next time, where the Dragon would conquer the Tempest.
Inspired by YuriChan220 and CodenameOne, you two have done some of my favourite oneshot lemon fics I've read for Azur lane, hopefully you guys all like this one too. Thanks!