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Sakura Chronicles: Code Red (Cammy White)
By Koumei
Disclaimer: I do not own Street Fighter or the characters from it – Capcom does. This falls under Fair Use. I make no money off this, and if you find yourself paying to read this, you have been cheated.
Also, this contains sexual content, and you probably know that. Do not proceed if you are under legal age to do so.
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“Shouken!”

With that mighty running uppercut, Sakura's fist struck Dan's chin and he sailed through the air, landing roughly on the hard ground. He let out a quiet moan as the referee checked him, and sure enough, the match was called to a finish, with Sakura declared the winner.
She jumped into the air with excitement, laughing all the while. Dan had briefly trained her until she rapidly surpassed his ability, but now, he was simply the third in a string of victories – E Honda and Dhalsim being her other two conquests. Sure, it had been a rough start to the tournament, losing to Rainbow Mika (and unofficially losing to Chun Li before the tournament as well), but with a 3/1/0 record, things were starting to look up.
“So, let's see, my next fight is... woah, holy crap, I have to go to America for this? Well, better pack...”
And so she ran straight back home, skirt billowing behind her, to get ready for her flight. In the United States she would be facing Cammy White, apparently a member of the British special forces or something – a little intimidating, she had to admit. Still, she would not back down, there was no way she could get discouraged at this point – she was on a winning streak!

The flight itself was long and, above all, boring. Still, the seating was comfortable enough, as much as she wanted to get up and walk about at every opportunity, and somehow the food was at least edible. She stuck by the airline proverb “Anything brown is meat, anything white is sweet, anything grey, don't eat.” and it seemed to work out just fine.
And so it was that, somewhat jet-lagged yet also buzzing with excitement, Sakura arrived in New York, ready for her fight in... apparently, it was scheduled for three days time, just enough to recover from the jet-lag and get back in fighting shape. So quickly, she hailed a taxi and made her way to the hotel she would be staying at.
As it turned out, however, it started to look as though her next fight was going to be a lot sooner than expected:
“What? What do you mean, you double-booked me? UN-double-book me! I flew all the way over from Japan and have a tournament to attend, I can't just run off and find some other place, can I? People are already expecting to contact me right here!”
“Look, miss Kusagano, I'm terribly sorry, but it seems your agent booked both of you in to share. I can't un-book this, and the other rooms are all full. I'm afraid you will have to share or talk it out with the other guest.”
And then she turned, hearing an almost identical argument close by. Another member of staff was trying to explain the situation to...
Oh god, no. They didn't. Please tell me they didn't.
Because standing there, in casual street wear, was Cammy White, trying to get her double-booking fixed. Sakura gulped.
“Wait a minute... Room 205, was it?”
“Yes, miss.”
“Hang on....”
She gritted her teeth and walked over to Cammy.
“Hey... Yours is Room 205?”
“That's right, but- oh. Oh... I see. You would be Sakura Kasugano... you are the other person booked into my room?”
“That's right.”
The two stared at each other for a while, in disbelief, before sighing as one and turning to the staff.
“...it's okay, we'll share.”
“As long as we can split the bill, I'm not paying for her room service.”
“Of course! Well, we'll have your things brought up and escort you both to your room. There's a large double-bed, cable television, secure Wifi access, private bathroom...”
Sakura pretty much tuned the talk out, not really caring. She was more worried about whether she would even last to the fight, having to share a room – a bed, even! - with a military specialist and rumoured assassin.

Finally, they were on the second floor, and shown to the room. It was nice, there was that much to say about it. It certainly wasn't a cheap hotel, even if she did have to share. Almost straight away, she dumped her bags next to the bed and started heading for the bathroom.
“Wait, where do you think you're going?”
“...to take a shower, why? You're not my mum.”
“I don't think so. After all that travel, I believe I should shower first. You can wait.”
“Oh, no way are you playing the 'I'm older' card, nuh-uh. If you want to challenge my right to the first shower, it's the traditional Stone-Scissors-Paper!”
“...fine. Let's go then. One, two, three!"
Both unleashed their chosen move simultaneously. Cammy went Scissors, Sakura went Stone. So the schoolgirl won the right to the first shower.
“Well, I'll be out in half an hour or so. No going through my stuff!”
With that, she flounced on in, closing the door behind her

It did indeed take nearly half an hour for her to finish. The water was hot, with good pressure, so with steam clouds rising around her, Sakura crouched, leaned against the wall, and started to work the body lotion into her soft skin, making sure to get it everywhere – she rubbed it over her smooth arms and legs, into her armpits, over her firm tummy, her back, neck, shoulders... even between her toes.
When she got to her small, perky breasts, she let out a sigh, fondling and massaging them slowly. Her brown nipples stood pert and erect, begging for more attention so she let her thumbs roll freely over them, until eventually sliding one of her hands down, between her thighs to start rubbing against her mound. She just started there, not yet going inside, sliding a finger along her own slit all the way back to her anus where she just teased the entrance with her fingertip, before sliding back over her sex.
She couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure, losing herself in the moment and forgetting her roommate could probably hear her from the bedroom. She wouldn't have cared anyway, too excited to stop at that point. Instead, she just slid two fingers inside, feeling the warmth and moistness, and began to gently thrust them in and out, rubbing across her little clit and going as far inside herself as she could manage – not very. But it was good enough. One hand rubbing a breast, the other playing with her quim, she closed her eyes and went to the happy place in her head...
Eventually, a nude Sakura emerged, already dried off – a bath towel just lay on the bathroom floor in a messy heap, along with her clothes.
“Ah, that's so relaxing...”
“Relaxing? You know I could hear you moaning, and I'm pretty sure it's not just really good shampoo.”
“Oh? Feel my arms, or my legs. Silky smooth, the body lotion is so good, all that tension from the flight has just melted away, I could fall asleep right now.”
“You're still not fooling anyone. Well, it hardly matters. I'm going to shower now, and for heaven's sake, can you pick your clothes and things up after yourself? With your bottom so naked and inviting – and full of moisture to make it sting more – I would watch it if I were you.”
She grinned playfully, letting on that she knew perfectly well how her matches against Chun Li and Rainbow Mika had ended. Well, there were few people left who didn't know by that stage. She just giggled, and sprawled out on the bed as her British opponent rolled her eyes and headed to have a shower of her own.
For a while, Sakura just lay there, smiling, bathing in the warmth of her own afterglow as well as the genuine relaxation caused by the shower water itself. But eventually, she sat up and slipped a nightshirt on, one that barely went halfway down her thighs, and then grinned. The bathroom door wasn't closed properly. So, feeling brave – and foolish – Sakura crept along the floor, easing it open, and then, keeping low, peered around to spy on Cammy.
What she saw convinced her it was well worth doing: Cammy was in the shower, facing away from her, and bent over at the waist, sliding her hands up and down her calves to work the lotion in. Her blonde hair was untied and reached the floor, and her pert ass was parted just enough to give a tantalising glimpse. But then, Cammy started to wash her buttocks, still bent over. She just reached back and rubbed the lotion into her firm bottom cheeks, kneading it in and spreading them in the process. Each time, Sakura got a clear view of her rosy pink pucker, and the rear of her mound. She almost regretted having just come a few minutes ago, but elected to watch, nonetheless.
Soon, it got even better for her. Cammy reached even further around, and started to slide a lubricated finger into her own back door, slipping it past that tight anal ring as she cleaned herself? Or pleasured herself? It was hard to tell, it could have been either or even both at the same time. Slowly she twisted the finger, turning it and pumping it in and out. When she let out a moan of her own, that gave it away, there was no doubt as to her motives.
And then she opened her eyes, and saw an upside-down view between her legs, out to the door, with Sakura's head poking through. Their eyes met. Sakura just froze in place. She knew she had been caught. And there was nowhere to run, especially in her flimsy nightshirt. She was effectively trapped there, only able to wait for the older athlete to finish.
And that's just what Cammy did: she took her time, but eventually she did finish, kneeling with her ass pointed up into the air and straight at Sakura, she buried two fingers inside her sex and rubbed and stroked, bringing herself off eagerly.
After a minute of recovering from the powerful orgasm, she stepped shakily out of the shower, grabbing the spare towel.
“Yes, you just stay there. In fact... why don't you take that off and go kneel on the bed? I will be attending to you shortly.”
Sakura didn't move though, still frightened, and transfixed by the image of Cammy drying herself off, right until the commando grabbed her by one ear and led her to the bedroom. There she stripped Sakura of her nightie and guided her onto the bed, on all fours, her own bottom poking into the air this time. She picked her solid hairbrush up...
...and started to brush her hair.
“I will be ready to turn your bottom very red in a moment. I just need to get my hair tidy. Just wait there.”
She took her time, getting it as straight as she could, working the tangles out, and then started on the long process of braiding her hair. All the while, Sakura remained in position, breasts hanging down so her nipples rubbed against the quilt cover, bottom high in the air, legs spread, everything on display.
It seemed like it took hours to Sakura, but finally, Cammy was ready. She turned, looking Sakura in the rear “eye”, before leaning in and delivering a little kiss there.
“You're going to be very sore in a moment. I guarantee it.”
Sakura had no doubt that Cammy was telling the truth, even before the first hard slap landed against her bottom. She was quickly becoming a veteran to getting spanked and, especially after her last one – literally at the hands of Rainbow Mika – she was feeling the pain less and beginning to enjoy them just that little bit, but she still hated that start. The first few, with the sudden shock of pain, would take some getting used to – not that she really liked the ending either, where the pain became too much. She didn't have that much time to think about it, though, as Cammy's hand struck again. Already each cheek, tender from her recent shower, bore a distinct pink handprint, and it looked like the blonde adult was just beginning.
She sped up, delivering a rapid flurry of smacks all over both cheeks, the only good thing being she put less force behind each one. Still, she was a strong fighter – she had to be, to be able to deliver fierce jabs and her Spinning Knuckle attack, even if speed and agility were her strong points, and most of the strength was in her legs. So there was plenty of power to slam her palm against Sakura's quickly-reddening backside.
And then, just as Sakura thought it was heating up too much, that she would soon be in tears... it stopped. For a moment at least. Cammy twirled one of her braids, smiling.
“Time for a little rest there, we wouldn't want to overdo it. I want you squirming and wriggling and moaning, after all.”
Sakura was wondering just what the British lady had in mind when she felt a light flick, a whip of something soft against her sex. She helped, turning to see what it was: it was Cammy's hair. Holding a pigtail so that there was a little over a foot extending past her hand, she flicked her wrist to again snap the end of it over Sakura's puffy vulva. She let out a little “Eep!” at that, blushing and wriggling a little, but that only spurred Cammy on. The next one was aimed higher, her hair cracking like a whip, albeit a very gentle one, as it flicked across the girl's back door.
Sakura just let out a gasp at that one, not expecting to feel it there. Her anus twitched and winked at that, causing Cammy to giggle and aim a few more there. Soon, Sakura was wiggling her bottom about, squirming and whimpering – there was just the smallest amount of pain, but in such an intimate area it felt good, as well as embarrassing. She was already very damp again, and when Cammy started to slide the end of her pigtail up and down her crack, tickling her sex and rosebud, she just moaned with pleasure.
It came as an even bigger shock to her when the hair left, and the hand returned, another hard smack landing on her left cheek. She cried out, not expecting that and feeling the pain again. Then another, to the right cheek, on the sit spot. Left, right, left, right... Cammy kept that pattern going, always varying the exact spot her palm landed, only to stop again after a full minute of spanking.
Once again, she brushed her hair up along Sakura's wet slit, making her shudder with pleasure. She blew cool air over it, causing a whimper, then started to whip again with her hair. She could keep it up for quite a while, each one causing the faintest pink blush, and just the tiniest of stinging pain to make a little yelp emerge from the schoolgirl's mouth. Over and over she flicked it against Sakura's folds, occasionally travelling up to visit her puckered rosebud again.
It took nearly ten minutes of this for Sakura to really notice the heat, squirming and whimpering all the time as the stinging was really getting to her. Just when she thought she couldn't take it any more, it stopped, only for the spanking to resume again. Cammy showed no mercy, slapping her bottom with all her might. For a solid minute she put all her strength into turning Sakura's buns a bright red, before stopping once more, this time leaning in.
Sakura was expecting the hair-whipping to resume, but not the kiss. When she felt soft lips pressed against her own lower lips, she just gasped, nearly collapsing there and then. She felt herself melting from pleasure as Cammy moved her lips, sliding her tongue inside her partner's warm, moist quim and taking her time exploring. Her tongue briefly brushed over the sensitive pearl as it sought out everything inside, sliding along to gather the girl's juices. By the time she was satisfied with her search, going back to rubbing circles around Sakura's clit, the girl was no longer resting on her arms, her upper body lying flat as she rubbed her chest against the quilt covers and cried out with pleasure.
Sakura was desperate for more, she could feel herself building up to another climax, but then, all too soon, Cammy pulled away. She whimpered, only to gasp again when the lips returned, this time to her back door. They pressed firmly against her anus, and Cammy's skilled tongue pressed right up against it, slowly poking in. Sakura tried not to clench, but even so, Cammy had trouble, only just managing to inch it in there, inside Sakura's back door. Once there, she started to rub and massage the burning red cheeks, rubbing her lips about the wrinkled anus while her tongue moved around inside. Sakura couldn't help, she reached under her body and started to frantically rub her own sex, showing no finesse but just passion.
Soon, Cammy reached up again, wanting to play with Sakura's soft mound, but when her fingers met with the schoolgirl's, she smiled – or would have, were she not currently tongue-fucking her. She pulled out, watching as the cute rear entrance closed up, then carefully brushed Sakura's hands away with one of her own... before delivering a firm slap there with her other. And another slap, and one more good smack. She then squeezed the girl's mound, and started to rub furiously, bringing Sakura to the point of climax. She let out a long, low cry of pleasure as she shuddered, juices spilling out onto Cammy's hand, and nearly collapsed onto the bed. Cammy then simply rolled the girl over, leaning in to clean her up by mouth...
Some time later, Sakura had calmed down, her breathing and pulse back to normal. She smiled at Cammy, who was just lying there with her, limbs tangled together. Cammy leaned forwards and kissed Sakura, who didn't care that she was tasting her own fluid. Soon, they wrapped themselves up in the blankets, getting ready for an early sleep, as Cammy just whispered into her ear.
“I am going to buy some things tomorrow, and when we have our match... if I beat you, I am going to put you over my lap and smack your bottom red raw. Then? I'm going to spread your legs, and smack your pussy, while finger-fucking your bottom hole, before bending you over a chair and giving you a dozen strokes of the cane. And last of all... I'm going to get a strap-on, and do you up both holes.”
Sakura just murmured back “You go and get them, and when I win, I'm doing that to you.”
Soon, she fell asleep, spooning with her adult companion and opponent-to-be, while Cammy groped one breast...
To Be Continued

Look forward to the next chapter, where Sakura gets to just watch a live battle on TV between Chun Li and Rose. A battle and more. Then, in her sleep, she receives a psychic intrusion. Curious? You had better keep reading! (And feel free to suggest whether you want Cammy or Sakura to win when they do face off!)
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