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Bringing Up Cammy	By : Shinkansen Category: +S through Z > Street Fighter Views: 13178 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Street Fighter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Note: chapter contains Violence (mild sexualized ryona)

Beads of sweat rolled down Cammy's arms, turning the red leather a dark crimson. Looking up into Chun-li's expectant face, she gritted her teeth and let out a grunt. She strained, pushing as hard as she could.
"Come on, Cammy, get it up!" Chun-li scowled. Through her grimace, Cammy scowled back. Bracing her feet against the floor, she tried to focus every ounce of strength. Finally, uttering a low, raspy scream, she pushed the bar all the way up, and set the weights back down on the rack. Sitting up, she toweled her forehead off and pumped a fist in the air. Chun-li came over and rubbed her shoulders affectionately. "Great job, hon," she said. "You're getting stronger every day." Cammy leaned her head against Chun-li's arm.
"Thanks, mum," she said, brushing a strand of blonde hair out of her face. The two women were working out in one corner of a small gym near their flat. Cammy looked out of the gym's front windows; the sun was going down, twilight gathering its shadows together. They always worked out later in the evening, before dinner. Cammy's legs were still a little weak from that morning's embrace, so she had decided to work on her upper body.
It felt good to exercise and sweat, like with every mile ran and rep lifted she was exorcising a bit of the awful junk that crowded her soul. It didn't hurt that her adopted mother was a great partner. Chun-li was teaching her how to better focus her mind, quiet her thoughts. How to rely on her own personal strength, rather than whatever psychic programming she had reflexively used in the past.
But Cammy White knew she had a long way to go. Her sleep was still plagued by nightmares; hellish images strung together, they made no sense and were soon forgotten when she woke up screaming, trying to breathe. But every night, there they were.
Since being adopted by Chun-li, the dreams had slowly begun to fade. The older woman exuded a warm glow, a quiet confidence and unshakable strength. For the first time she could remember, which, if she was honest with herself, wasn't that long, Cammy felt loved and cared for. With Chun-li around, Cammy felt safe.
At first it had been awkward, referring to Chun-li as "mum." Cammy's own emotions and thoughts were a confused torrent, and she had such a wide range of feelings about Chun-li that she wasn't sure what they were. She loved Chun-li like a mother, big sister, best friend, and lover all at once. During one of their long talks, back in the interrogation rooms, whey they had finally revealed the way they felt, Chun-li had helped her understand the confusion.
"Love is love," she said. "Women like us, with our pasts, need whatever love we can get, in whatever way we can get it. I know what I feel about you, which is everything… sorry, I don't know, I'm rambling, what I mean is that I feel everything about you. Don't worry about what love means. Worry about what it is. And if that's what we have, then we can make a good start."
So she now had a mother, big sister, best friend, and lover. And the pest part was, they were all the same person. Cammy stood up from the weight bench and stretched, twisting her torso. She noticed Chun-li's approving glance at the way her breasts moved beneath her clothes.
Cammy worked out in one of her green, army-issued leotards, minus the beret and heavy gloves. After a hardy workout, the thing became so thin and wet she may as well have been naked. She didn't mind, especially with all the appreciative glances her body drew. She also didn’t mind the other women glaring daggers at her when their husband or boyfriends checked out her almost bare ass. For her, every look, no matter its intent, reaffirmed that she, Cammy White, was indeed an attractive, worthwhile person, not some mindless weapon or piece of trash to be used and then discarded.
Chun-li wore an old blue unitard and cross-trainers (she jokingly called this her alpha outfit, although Cammy had no idea what that meant). The clingy fabric accentuated her curves, especially her stomach and legs, and even though she wasn't as thin as she used to be, she wore the outfit without any hint of shame or embarrassment. Cammy suspected that when you were the strongest woman in the world, you could wear whatever you bloody well pleased. It also helped that, like Cammy, Chun-li's outfit was so sweaty, she may as well have not been wearing anything.
"A round before we hit the shower?" Chun-li asked. Cammy grinned and nodded. The two women moved from the gym area to the small dojo. The two areas were separated by a chest-high wall, and different types of punching bags hung from the walls. The floor was covered with blue exercise mats.
The two women took their positions. These sparring sessions were simple and friendly, more like glorified katas than real fighting. But both women were warriors by trade, and a few minutes of easy shadowboxing were a great way to wind down. They circled each other warily. Suddenly, Chun-li darted in with a series of wide strikes.
"Remember," Chun-li said as Cammy easily parried, "self-control is the key to victory. You must be aware of yourself, and your opponent at all times." Cammy deflected the last of Chun-li's blows and answered with a series of jabs and straights. "If the force of an opponent's blow is strong, it must be met with a soft reception and counter moves. If the force is soft, indirect, it must be countered with a powerful defense."
"Usually I just find the quickest way to break their necks," Cammy laughed, slipping underneath Chun-li's defenses and putting her in a loose headlock. Chun-li rolled her eyes up and scowled, but a grin tugged at one corner of her mouth. Easily she reversed the hold and pushed Cammy back.
"This is not about slaughter, this is about control," she chided. "Any thug can snap a man's neck, or kick him in the balls. Sometimes that is the best solution. The biggest fight of my life, I won by kicking my opponent through a brick wall. But what I'm teaching you is more than that. If you can focus your mind in the heat of battle, the same focus can be easier to achieve at other times." Cammy spun in with a series of kicks. Chun-li caught her by the ankle. "Besides," she said derisively, "no daughter of mine will kick like that."
With a snort, Cammy backflipped out of Chun-li's hold. The two women resumed a ready stance, each on the exact mark they started on. Suddenly, they burst out laughing.
"My kicking's not up to scratch because of you, mom," Cammy picked up her towel and bent over, drying her legs. "They say women weaken legs."
"So much disrespect, I should teach you some manners," Chun-li laughed, towling off her underarms. "So a quick shower and supper and then…" she trailed off. Cammy looked up. The gym was totally empty.
"Where the hell did every body… go?" Cammy followed Chun-li's gaze to the locker room doors. Standing there, hand on her hip, was a tall woman with pink hair. That was the first thing Cammy noticed; the woman was wearing a leather biker's cap, beneath which was a long mane of thick, bright pink hair. Her dark eyes were framed by glittery eye shadow, and her full lips were a dark red. She wore a white tank-top undershirt that barely contained her massive breasts, the fabric stretching almost to the breaking point. The shirt ended well above the woman's navel, and her pierced belly button glinted in the light. She wore a pair of denim cut-offs that barely went below her crotch, the waist unbuttoned, and a belt consisting of linked handcuffs. Knee-high biker boots and a riding crop in one hand completed the ensemble. Cammy wanted to laugh at the ridiculous get-up; the woman looked like a cheap hooker. But Chun-li was staring, hands bunched into fists, a deadly serious expression on her face.
"Poison," the word dripped from her lips. "Why are you here?" The woman in the doorway laughed.
"Just enjoying the show with your little protégé there," the woman's voice was deep and throaty. Cammy was still bemused; the woman talked like a bad phone sex operator. "You've really let yourself go, Chunster. I just hope you're not trying to fatten up the little one, too. After all the work Master Bison put in."
"Bison's dead!" Chun-li's voice was emphatic and strong. "And why 'Master?' You never worked for Bison!"
"Things change," Poison smiled. "The old fart's empire is up for grabs, and there's such a thing as propriety. So I left Stateside and hooked up with a new partner. She's got some wonderful connections!" Behind Poison, another woman stepped into the room. This woman was massive. Cammy would have put her at seven feet, or near as made no difference. Her shoulders and arms were knotted with thick muscle, and her neck was like a tree stump. Her medium bust perched atop grotesquely developed pectoral muscles like afterthoughts. Her thighs were massive, even larger than Chun-li's, and corded with thick ropey muscle. She wore black boots, form-fitting exercise pants and a red and black leopard-print wrestling singlet. Her black, wavy hair was cropped in a short bob, and her high cheekbones and severe jawline formed a face that looked like it could cut diamonds.
"You remember Andore, don't you?" Poison asked. "Poor guy got busted, but he hooked me up with his cousin here," she gestured with her thumb at the giant, who moved up and draped her arm across Poison's shoulders. "The whole family's from France, you know. Anyway, this is Ms. Helga Andore. She's been staying in the home country since an unfortunate… accident back in America. She does love her knives," here Poison dropped a salacious wink.
"She was gracious enough to lend a helping hand when I landed over here, and she and I have been very busy beavers ever since, gathering up some of old mister Bison's property and possessions and putting them to our own, much more profitable uses. We're here tonight for another one of his little toys, so if you would darling, come with us." Poison beckoned to Cammy.
"Like bloody hell I will," Cammy said.
"Oh, spit spot, cheery-o, guv'nah!" Poison laughed, doing a horrible cockney accent. Then all traces of humor left her face. "I'm afraid you don’t have a choice in the matter. Come with us, or Ms. Andore here will deprive Ms. Li there of her ability to eat solid food." Cammy only snorted.
"Is she serious?" she asked, turning to Chun-li.
"Honey, just be quiet and maybe we can get out of this. Don't underestimate this woman. She belonged to one of the most feared gangs in Metro City, and she was near the top of it for a while. I know what she can do." Cammy was taken aback by the tone in her mother's voice. Was it fear she thought she heard? Chun-li had turned her attention back to the women in the door.
"Poison, I know exactly how many charges you're still wanted for, and how many different agencies would like to see you fry. I know one or two people that would pull the lever themselves. So let the girl go, turn around and walk away, and I will forget I saw you in London tonight. Or the next time you regain consciousness, it will be in a jail cell."
Poison's eyes narrowed. She moved her hand from her hip, where a small kunai had been concealed. Quicker than Cammy would have thought possible, she flung the blade underhanded, directly at Chun-li. Chun-li easily dodged, but that was all the distraction needed. Massive feet shaking the floor, Helga charged.
Her calloused fist struck Chun-li across the face, sending the woman reeling to the floor. Helga was quick to press her advantage, but Chun-li rolled with the blow and regained her feet.
"Ok, everybody gets a freebie," she panted. Her voice was full and confident, but Cammy saw her legs wobble slightly. "Want to try that again?"
While Helga's back was turned, Cammy ran up behind her, leapt onto her shoulders, and wrapped her legs around the woman's neck, attempting to deliver her patented frankensteiner. Unfortunately, Cammy was too small. Helga staggered back but didn't go down, and Cammy found herself hanging upside down, her fingertips about six inches from the floor, unable to gain any leverage. She felt Helga's body quake as Chun-li took advantage of the opening to deliver a flurry of blows to the giant woman's stomach.
Cammy, bouncing up and down and hanging on for dear life, as saw Poison rushing towards her. Eyes bulging, she tried to release her hold but wasn't fast enough. Poison came up, lifted one booted foot, and thrust her heel into Cammy's gut. Suddenly unable to breathe, Cammy fell heavily to the floor, reflexively clutching her stomach and gasping for air. The room felt like it was tilting ever so slightly.
As she tried to fill her lungs, she felt a series of hard kicks landing on her back, shoulders, and ass. Poison was stomping her again and again, and Cammy could feel the hard spike of her boot grinding into her skin. She rolled away, trying to create some space. Then there was a terrific burning, stinging sensation across her backside, as Poison brought her riding crop down as hard as she could.
Cammy shrieked with pain and embarrassment; she had just been whipped like a mule. Glaring up into Poison's smirking face, her brain exploding with rage, she launched herself into a flying tackle, driving her shoulder into Poison's waist, driving the woman to the ground.
She rode Poison down, straddling her, and began to rain blows down onto that smug, awful face. Poison managed to ward off some of the blows, as Cammy was too enraged to aim carefully. But some of them landed, opening up a good cut above one eyebrow.
Then Cammy felt it. Between her legs, resting on top of Poison, there was a bulge poking into her leotard. For an instant, she thought it was a gun or something, but looking down, she saw the unmistakable shape of a massive cock pressing against Poison's thin denim pants.
"What the absolute fuck…" she gasped. Then Poison lashed her crop across Cammy's face. With a cry, she fell onto her back. Her hand went to her cheek, and she felt warm blood running across her fingers. Poison's lash had opened up her old scar. Cammy then felt soft fingers reaching underneath the crotch of her leotard. Before she could move, Poison yanked hard.
The green fabric stretched but did not snap. It bit deep into Cammy's crotch, completely disappearing into her ass crack. The puckered rim of her asshole swelled obscenely around the thin string of fabric, and her pussy lips puffed out, completely engulfing the fabric as well. Cammy felt like someone had taken a hot blade to her crotch, and she screamed a thin, high wail as Poison yanked even harder.
Then, touching her fingers against Cammy's forehead, Poison barked, "Doll to sleep!" It was like someone had flipped a switch in her mind. Cammy suddenly felt exhausted, her eyelids heavy. Nothing seemed to matter, nothing seemed important. She just wanted to sleep, it was the only thing she could think of, and she let the warm darkness sweep over her. Her body instantly relaxed, going limp. Poison gave a heavy sigh as her shoulders slumped. Under her breath, she muttered, "I'm really glad that worked."
Meanwhile, Chun-li had been throwing everything she had against the giant Helga. When her punches seemed to have no effect, she spun and delivered a sweeping roundhouse to Helga's face. With a satisfying crack, her kick sent the bodybuilder careening into the wall of the gym, setting a heavy bag swinging wildly. Then, to Chun-li's astonishment, Helga ripped the bag down from its wall mount and swung it at her. The bag, weighing several hundred pounds, connected solidly with her right shoulder, and Chun-li felt the shock of the blow travel all the way across her body.
Chun-li staggered back, clutching her wounded arm. Something definitely felt out of place, and she desperately hoped the shoulder was just dislocated, not completely broken. Helga was stalking after her, giant arms poised to sweep her into a crushing hold. Just one chance, Chun-li thought. If she gets those arms on me I'm dead meat.
With a graceful front somersault, which was even tougher to do with only one arm, Chun-li launched herself into the air, flipping upside down and spinning her powerful legs around and around like a hummingbird. Catching Helga in the breadbasket, kick after kick buzz-sawed into the giant. After about ten solid blows, Chun-li seamlessly finished her front flip and reared back, raising her hands above her head.
"Kih," she screamed, focusing her entire being into the tips of her fingers. "Koh," She swept her hands forward, bringing them together. "KEN!" She finished. A blast of blue energy tore into Helga's chest, and Chun-li felt herself pushed back several feet.
The world seemed to go quiet and still for a moment as the blue flash from the projectile faded. With the hyper-focus of adrenaline, Chun-li saw Poison kneeling over Cammy's inert body, and suddenly Chun-li remembered where she was and what was happening. Incredibly, Helga was not only still conscious, but only down on one knee. Her leopard-print singlet had been torn open by the blast, revealing her hard breasts. One arm was clutched across them, covering up in a ridiculous attempt at modesty. The other reached up to wipe away the blood flowing freely from her mouth. Her dark eyes, partially covered by wisps of her curly black hair, smoldered with hatred.
Chun-li's own eyes narrowed, her expression hardened, her mouth turned down in a grimace. Only one thing left to do. She had to get to Cammy, and to do that she had to put Helga out of the fight for good. Not stopping to think, Chun-li launched herself at Helga, delivering a series of lightning-fast kicks, her muscular leg moving so fast it was a blur. She felt a few of them connect, but soon was almost yanked off her feet as her ankle felt like it was in a vice grip.
Reaching out with her left hand, her now-free breasts bobbing slightly, Helga had grabbed Chun-li's ankle in mid-kick. Immediately realizing her danger, but too surprised to react, Chun-li's eyes went wide. She didn't have time to do so much as flinch before Helga's right fist, powered by muscle and hatred, drove itself like a piston into Chun-li's groin.
Chun-li felt like her pelvis had shattered. Fire ripped through her torso, and as she fell to the floor, she curled up into a ball. Tears began to stream down her face. Then there was another explosion in her skull, as Helga raked a kick across her forehead, raising an angry welt. Then a thousand daggers in her scalp, as Helga grabbed a handful of her hair and lifted her to her feet. Chun-li struggled feebly, but to no avail. The pain was just too much. Then Helga spoke, her voice heavy with some unidentifiable accent.
"Worthless flabby woman." And then Chun-li's head was between Helga's massive thighs, and for a moment Chun-li's world was only darkness and powerful, hard muscles pressing angrily against the sides of her head. She felt herself being propelled through the air, spinning around, and finally landing with a bright white eruption at the top of her skull.
Chun-li lay on the floor, unable to move. She felt a warmth spreading down her legs, and knew her bladder had let go, spilling hot urine onto the floor. She felt warmth running down her cheeks, too, and knew she was crying, hot tears blurring her vision. She was finally able to move her arms; a small relief that she wasn't paralyzed. As she struggled to regain control over the rest of her limbs, she saw Poison casually stride up next to Helga.
"Good fight, Chunny," Poison bent over, hands on her hips. Chun-li saw there was a pretty good gash along one of her eyebrows, and she felt a moment of pride for her adopted daughter, wherever she was. Poison seemed to notice the look. "Oh, don't worry about Cammy, we'll take care of her. You look like you're not in much shape to take care of anyone. Although," she paused, pursing her lips. "You did give Helga here a better run for her money than I've ever seen." She seemed to consider. "Tell you what. I'm a sporting gal. I'll give you a ten count to get back on your feet, and a chance to get your girl back. Otherwise, well… Helga isn't so sporting, I'm afraid."
Chun-li closed her eyes, trying to block out the pain. But there was so much of it, seeming to fill every corner of her being. She managed to raise one hand to her eyes and feebly began to wipe her tears away as she heard Poison count:
"Ten."
"Nine."
"Eight."
"Seven."
"Six."
"Five."
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