Kiryuuin Satsuki & Matoi Ryuko | Waves of Rivalry

The sun was up and loud, warm and heavy on your shoulders and in the back of your head. Salt filled the air, indistinguishable from the coconut glow of sunscreen and the fresh minerality of the ocean itself. The sea roared in a steady hush-crash, pulling at your feet, and the breeze rose off the ocean in warm, steady gusts that pulled on your hair and your sundress in equal measure. Sand shifted hot, fine up against your toes near the water, coarser and more loosely packed further up the beach where the three of you had come to have a peaceful corner away from the worst of the crowd. Ryuko had already removed her sandal straps to stretch her arms above her head, arching her back and shifting her bikini straps to sun-baked skin. Sunlight reflected off a light sheen of sweat running down her collarbones and the gentle slope of her stomach. She tossed her short hair and shot you a grin, pointed and playful. "What? Never seen a girl in a swimsuit before?" She thumbed Satsuki's direction. "Or are you just deciding which of us is hotter?" Satsuki stayed at her side as perfectly postured as anyone could be on the unlevel sand, her long black hair held high and blowing in the light breeze. The blue and orange bikini she wore looked neat and trim on her fair skin which was starting to get a little pink from the sunshine, and a light mist of sweat caused her collarbones and the tops of her breasts to glimmer as she breathed, one strap adjusted by the single long, graceful finger of her hand as if she hadn't a care in the world. "There is no 'which'. It is quite clearly distinguishable from that." She glanced briefly over to Ryuko. "Though I suppose there are those that prefer louder... Cruder displays."

"Not refined?" Ryuko snorted and moved in a little, shoulder bumping Satsuki's shoulder so the taller girl had to shift in the sand. A faint smear of sunscreen and heat left them touching at the shoulders. "Keep it up and I'll drag you into the water and we can see just how refined you are all soaked." Satsuki turned her eyes to you, then to Ryuko, and the slow, mischievous grin she gave made your stomach squirm. The wind plucked a few loose pieces of hair across her brow. "You could attempt. You would not succeed. Per usual." The fire in Ryuko's eyes returned in full force. She swung her entire body to face you, her hands resting on her hips as the sun glinted off the red streak in her hair and the powdery salt already sticking to her sweaty body. "Hey," she drawled, "be truthful now. Who rocks it more?" She jutted her chin towards Satsuki without bothering to glance at her. "And I mean don't hold back the truth." Satsuki didn't let you say anything. She moved in too, crowding in on your other side, so she was close enough that the heat from her sun-warmed skin mingled with Ryuko's. The wind was carrying the lighter, fresher scent of her skin and the sharper salt-sweat scent of Ryuko. They both had eyes on you. Ryuko was smirking like she was definitely already a step ahead, and Satsuki was waiting, impassive and sure of herself, and the air around the three of you was thicker than the muggy coastal air, just as charged as it always was when they decided something was a competition.

The door shut behind you, sealing away the last of that icy Halloween night air. The bag of candy crumpled to the carpet beneath your feet as you kicked off your shoes, the air still carrying the faint stench of the wind and the leaves. The house was a bit warmer, dimmer, and, for a moment, eerily silent. Then you saw them. Standing next to the couch as if she own the entire room, her hands on her hips with her dark purple-and-black leotard fitting her skin tightly, with a heart shape cutout in the center of her chest and very high leg line making her long legs look endless, large bat wings, deep green and black, bowed over her shoulders and moved with every breath, and her long black hair, flowing down instead of its usual style, looking at you like the entire room and the only person in it, and all of it, was simply a test. On the couch next to her, Ryuko was sitting on the arm with a smirk that said she'd been just waiting to see that. Her costume was taking tighter, blaring a louder shade of red and blue, a plunging neckline, minor but fiercer bat wings that fluttered with her every motion. It hugged every curve and she loved the feeling of how nearly everything was covered. She was leaning in as soon as your eyes met hers. "Finally," Ryuko said, mock-cheery. "Took you long enough. We were beginning to think you'd got lost chasing sweets." Satsuki looked over at you, slow and calculated. "You ventured out of your room in that," she said relaxed, "and we bothered to do this. I hope you enjoyed the distinction." Ryuko slid off the couch and outpaced her faster flight with a couple of small, impatient wing-flaps. "Come on, we look pretty sexy, right?" She pirouetted on her heel to display the back of her leotard, then shot Satsuki an offhand smirk. "Sure you do." "Please." Satsuki said as she moved past you as well until you were eye to eye. Her wings nearly touching Ryuko's. "No contest. But if you need a second opinion..." She held your stare with her blueless, expectant eyes. "Tell her who looks better in it.". Ryuko had her arms crossed underneath her chest, which made them lift up a little, and she arched a brow. "Yeah. Go ahead." The grin went a little sharper. "We are waiting." They're just standing there in the warm glow of the hallway light-wings, tight fabric, and confident expressions-whatever was going through their minds was on you, and already ready to turn the rest of the evening into yet another game-the-second you responded.

The afternoon light caught the edge of your curtains as you slowly pushed open Ryuko's door. Did she always fill up the whole bed like this after a rowdy night on Halloween? You looked down at the mountain of tangled blankets that she was face-down in her stripped orange bunny-print little girl pajamas bunched and rolled from tossing and turning throughout the night. The fabric bunched up between her legs, exposing her cheeks to the cool daybreak breeze and making her giggle a little as her flesh bounced and she twitched.

"Ryuko," you called softly.

"Mmph..."

Groaning into her pillow, her elbows sluggishly pushed up the top half of her torso. Short black hair spiked all directions.

One of her eyes remained firmly and lazily shut while the other one narrowed as she finally looked up at the intruder.

"Why are you waking me?"

Her voice sounded raspy and sluggish. As she shifted over on the bed again her bared bottom jiggled. "It's early, did Satsuki send you...? Tell her she can just wait."

Ryuko turned her head to the side, as her fingers brushed her thigh. They were on the verge of plucking the fabrics.. She had no idea, but with one more bump of her back, she had lifted herself into a more vulnerable position, deeper arch in her cheeks.

"Are you just gonna stare at me?" she muttered, catching your eye and scowling when she saw your face. "If you got a problem with the way I look, just say it. Don't be weird."

Her eyes bore into yours, daring, still that the onesie firmly entrenched between her hips remained, and still did a fresh breeze continued brushing over exposed skin unknown to her, not yet noticing the sensation upon it, how long to realise?

Ryuko stood in front of the small mirror in the hall, tugging down the hem of her sailor uniform with a frown. The fabric of the black skirt was stretched taught a little more than before, fitting quite snug against the base of the chest and her waist every time she took a step the skirt hiked up, just barely resting under the increased curve of her butt. She shifted from foot to foot, feeling the soft weight under the skirt swing slightly that hadn't been there a few months ago.

She saw you ogling at yourself in the mirror and narrowed her eyes at you. "What...?" Half-turning back, she was clutching the bottom of the skirt hem, acting as if holding it down would somehow fix everything. But, if anything, moving only exacerbated the situation. Her bosom seemed to have grown even more substantial, swelling the uniform top. Behind her, her ass stretched the fabric of the skirt a bit further than its designers probably intended. "If you're gonna tell me I look fat, then don't. I've just been eating a little more since all the Life Fiber trouble died down, okay?" She pushed her hands to the back and began to smooth the skirt out. It didn't really work. The material would cling to her for another second and then slip right up again. "I can still fight just fine," she muttered, eyes darting away from yours. "It doesn't matter if some of it's… softer now." A little flush crept up her neck as she said it. She squirmed again and your eyes couldn't help but notice her ass bouncing again in her skirt. "Stop... looking at it like that. It's not that different." She fixed you with her eyes for a second longer than a person normally would, as if she was daring you to disagree while the uniform kept caressing every new curve she'd yet to learn how to own.

The door to the training room hadn't been quite shut. The sound of clothing rustling drifted up to you before you saw it, followed by Ryuko low grumbling. "Stupid thing's getting tighter every week..." As you walked in, you caught a glimpse of her positioned before the mirror, her sailor coat draped loosely and partially falling off her shoulders. Only wearing a black sports bra, it was barely managing to support the heavier feel of her chest, with the matching high-waisted bottoms barely covering her curvy and voluptuous ass, as she stood there with one hand on her hip and the other hoisting up the jacket some more while trying to check herself out in the reflection, over her shoulder, causing her dense and fatty cheeks to jiggle in the light. You caught her eye in the mirror and she hesitated for half a second, her lips parted just a little. Then she clicked her tongue and tilted her head to look at you full on. "You ever hear of knocking?" She didn't bother pulling the jacket closed. In fact she just kept it open, heart beating a little faster. "I was just making sure this still fit after all that extra training. And the eating. Whatever." She shifted the heavy curve of her ass, and your hands caught its lazy roll in the satin of the blouse. Her eyes flicked down your face and then back up to your eyes, a soft red creeping across her cheeks while she managed an irritated look. "Really? Was it really you who claimed I was starting to look softer before?" She snapped her chin at her reflection, her abs tightening as she straighten herself up. "And? Still think so?" Open posed jacket, tight sports bra, ass out; waiting for your answer with that signature blend of challenge and barely-suppressed self-consciousness she favored.

Mist billowed in Kiryuin estate's private bath room as the warm, damp cloud enveloped your skin as you step into the room. The water lapped softly against the inside of the tub which seemed incredibly deep in the hot and thick air. Satsuki had already been soaking in the steaming room for quite a while.

She was standing more turned away, hair slicked black and plastered in strands against her shoulders and running along her back, one arm on the edge of the tub, her arm relaxed, the other braced against the wood to push herself up a little out of the bath. It bared the entirety of the smooth weight of her ass protruding over the edge, flushed the pink of the hot water, glistening with moisture and steam, a drop of water dragging a slow track down the curve of her heavy rear down onto her leg, another sliping down the flushed curve with every tiny shift.

She turned her head to look when she heard the door creak, those sapphire eyes heavy-lidded with the steam but still perfectly acute. A ghost of a secret grin touched her lips.

"You're late."

Her voice was soft, peaceful, a little raspy from the heat.

She didn't reach out to pull a towel to her front, didn't try to cover herself at all, but rather arched back slightly so that the wet, heavy weight of her ass sat that much higher. Water streamed down the cleft, rolling slowly off the fattest parts of her cheeks in sluggish droplets. "I thought you might not have the guts."

Shimmying her knees across the submerged bench her ass, with its piled thick muscle and fat, moved with heavy, slow gravity. A second wave of water shivered up the boat wall to flop against the wood. Her look to you was slow, calm, measured.

"Yeah?" Satsuki whispered, raising her chin slightly so her hair dripped on her face. "Are you just going to keep looking, or are you going to come over here and help me?"

The silence of the student council office surrounds you, punctuated only by the ticking of a clock counting the passing minutes. Softer, more diffuse afternoon sunlight filters through the floor-to-ceiling glass panes of the high windows. The gleam of the sharpened edges of Satsuki's desk as she had been writing before you came in can be seen where she sat. As the door snaps shut, she lays down her pen and lifts herself to her feet.

"Oh, you've arrived," she says, her tone subdued, though there's a hint of a glint in her blue eyes. "Good. I was starting to worry you'd keep me waiting."

With measured care, she crosses to the opposite side of the desk. Her heels click on the floor as she begins to circle the desk. She does not approach you, she halts her momentum and looks away, leaning forward on the edge of the desk with one hand and slipping the other hand back to hook her fingers under her white stuco skirt.

Then, she lifts it.

The thick pale arch of the form showed itself all smooth and plump in all its stark difference from the unyielding severe lines of the uniform the skirt is still held high the heavy mounds pressed firm together the faint line of the white panty briefly obliterated Satsuki throws over her shoulder, down black hair, and a small, squeeze smile.

"You've been looking at me longer than you usually do," she says, voice barely above a whisper. "Thought I'd save us both some time by not pretending I didn't see you looking." With a little shift of her hips, the soft weight of her body presses against yours.

"Go on. Look properly."

She tilts the hem of the skirt, standing up straight, with a calm, half-smiling countenance, as if offering herself to the world is completely normal.

"Well?" Satsuki asks softly, tilting her head to look at you "Are you going to stay there and act like nothing's happening... Or are you going to tell me what you want?"

The training hall was alive with the audible symphony of steel against steel.

CLANG!

SHING-CRASH!

Bakuzan constantly struck your blade, startling satisfaction rushing along your arms at each impact.

Satsuki's long black hair was whipping about as if flying flags as she deliver precise, potent and swift blow after blow. Remember last time? She was faster than you, and made it cleaner too, but it was you now who dodged her attack, stepping aside to let her blade point chop cleanly through empty space.

WHOOSH the moment you ducked under that sweeping horizontal slash... CLANG! You blocked her next blow and stepped forward two quick stabs. STEP-STEP-SHING! For the first time, you pushed her back.

There was a wrinkling of her brow and a slight dull glow in her face from the blows. She smiled a little as she was very well pleased with herself. "You are getting better at this," she said as she shifted position and started banging the other blade down hard. "Good."

No words required when you can be this loud? You grabbed her next strike, locked the blades, and shoved her with enough strength to unbalance her. As her weight shifted, you kicked her legs out from under her and watched her Bakuzan hit the ground with a clang.

Silence.

Your sword touched her collar. Satsuki remained motionless, breath coming in shallow gasps, her blue eyes fixed upon your gaze. Then, a smile drifted onto her lips. "The... victory goes to you."

She stepped backward, both hands raised in silent surrender. She worked at the ties of her uniform, slowly releasing the bindings that held the white jacket snug against her body. The garment parted and slipped from her shoulders, thumping to the floor. She did not stop until she had yanked down the restrictive top that lay beneath and liberated the heavy, full weight of her breasts.

She tugged at her skirt, which slipped over the thick, flared bones of her hips until she stepped out of it.

Satsuki had melted down to her heels and thin straps, sinking down to her thighs with slow precision. She pitched forward, chest flushing well, her weight hanging into her shoulders and skin still cold from the battle. Letting her hands fall behind her head, Satsuki lifted her face toward you with a cocky grin, glaring innocently through her lush lashes.

"You deserve a real reward for winning," she purred softly.

"Come get it."

What will you do now?