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Street Masters	By : HunterOpera Category: +S through Z > Street Fighter Views: 7425 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Written as a favor to a friend, nine chapters or so are plotted out. I do this for feedback, so all reviews will be responded to within forty-eight hours; responses can be found here (just copy/pasta the link): http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/ Yes, it says it's a Metroid fic. I wrote it. I just wanted to consolidate my feedback and get some conversation going. Enough non-story dribble. Thanks for reading!
Sakura woke up in a white room and looked around, scratching her head as she sat up. There didn't appear to be any doors or windows in wherever this was – there wasn't even an obvious source of light. Her legs and chest felt a little stiff, so she stretched a bit before jumping to her feet and exploring.
The room was pretty big – higher than she could jump, and big enough for her to run laps in. It reminded her a little of the gymnasium at the high school she had long ago abandoned in favor of following her hero, the legendary street fighter, Ryu.
Bored, she strolled around a bit more, looking for a way out and finding nothing. She knocked on the walls, yelled to see if she could get anyone's attention, but failed to elicit any sort of response. Sighing, she put her hands on her hips, deciding there was only one thing left for her to do.
Planting her feet, she summoned her qi, calling upon the life force of the world as her Sensei had taught her to. Blue-white light gathered around her hands, forming a sphere between the curl of her fingers, speaking the words that would allow her to smash the walls of this place.
A door opened and a woman stepped into the room, right at the spot where Sakura had been ready to launch her Haouken. She yelped and threw up her hands, what looked like a clipboard flying out of her hands.
Sakura also yelped, allowing the energy in her to dissipate back into the natural flow of the world as the panel of wall behind the woman closed.
“Are you okay?” Sakura asked, rushing to the woman's side.
“I'm, um, oh, ah,” stammered the woman. She put both feet back on the ground, straightened her glasses and then her labcoat. “I'm, ah, Doctor Juni BPWA. I work with BPWA.”
“BPWA?” Sakura said, frowning. “Never heard of them.”
“We're sort of a recent thing, dedicated to making sure that things like Shadaloo and Akuma don't happen ever again,” Juni explained. “We're, ah, sorry for taking you the way we did. We were really trying to get Juri, but you were there, and, well...”
“Juri!” Sakura said, whipping her head around and staring around the room. “I totally forgot! I was fighting her and then there was this gas and...”
“Yeah, that was us.” Juni looked at the floor, cheeks flushing. “Sorry about that.”
“Hey, if I helped you catch Juri, that's cool,” Sakura grinned. “I guess you're done with me...?”
“Um, sorry, but not quite yet, no,” Juni said. She walked over to where her clipboard had fallen. “We sort of pegged Juri as maybe another Bison, but you've been working with someone else.”
“Ryu.”
“Right, him.” Juni paused, checking her notes. “There's some sort of connection between him and Akuma, right? The raging demon? Well, Ryu's gone missing and there's, um, some concern that you might, well...”
“Give into the Dark Hadou?” Sakura asked. She felt herself shiver, remembering the few times she'd seen Akuma, and the handful of times she'd seen Ryu wrestle with that power. “You want to make sure I don't go down that road?”
“We do,” Juni nodded.
“I'm not gonna give up fighting.”
“Oh, no, we would never ask you to!” Juni looked flustered. “There's just some, er, tests we'd like to run, with your permission.”
“What sort of tests?” Sakura asked, rocking back and forth on her heels, looking around. She hated tests – it was one of the reasons she'd been so happy to leave school.
“Sort of like, well, training,” Juni said. “If, er, that would be alright.”
“Training? Alright!” Sakura said, slamming her right fist into her left palm. “I'm always good with more training. Let's get this thing going!”
“Okay,” Juni smiled, brushing a stray band of hair from her eyes. “Thank you. I'm, er, going to leave you hear and let everyone else know that you're good to go. Wait here, okay?”
Sakura nodded and the doctor walked back towards the wall, which slid open and then closed behind her. Sakura walked around, waiting to see what would happen next.
“Sakura? Ah, can you hear me?” Juni's voice seemed to come from nowhere.
“Loud and clear.”
“Alright. Okay. Good. Um... we're going to start by having a few, ah, training dummies attack you. They can't actually hurt you, but we want to get a baseline record of your attacks to measure everything else against, okay?”
“Gotchya.”
Sakura fell into the stance she'd seen Ryu adopt a hundred times and waited for a few seconds. Three training dummies came into the room through sliding passages, their movements slow and clumsy.
“Is it okay if I just attack 'em?” Sakura asked.
“Um, sure?”
Sakura nodded and moved, her speed letting her destroy all three dummies before they ever had the chance to get anywhere near her. She stood over them, bending over the last one and touching it, trying to figure out how it worked – some sort of mechanism under a thick rubbery coating.
“How was that?” Sakura asked, picking up the limp arm of a broken dummy.
“Perfect. Okay. Good. Um, we're going to send some people in to clear the ones you've beat, and then we'll send in some more. Is that going to be okay?”
“Sure. How many you thinking this time?”
“Well, you not knowing is part of the test. Just keep doing what you're doing and we'll let you know when it's done.”
“Cool.”
More of the training dummies entered, surrounding here. Three at first, then another three, and another three around them. All of the moving in concentric circles. Sakura studied them for a moment, wondering how they could attack – they were held on soft poles that moved on some unseen track in the floor, their actual limbs limp.
As they got closer, though, one of them spun, whipping it's limbs in a clumsy attack. She parried easily, destroying her attacker before moving on the next. It wasn't especially hard. The first nine had a prearranged attack pattern that she picked up quickly, moving under and around the swirling limbs and knocking her opponents down.
This time, they were dragged away by the broken poles, more dummies moving in to replace the ones she'd already beaten. Twelve this time, and they struck at her whenever she got to close. She shook her head at the exercise, smiling and enjoying herself.
It felt good to strike the dummies. Every time she knocked one down she felt a warmth spreading through her. By the time fifteen more dummies came out to replace the twelve she'd beaten her hips were swaying, her breaths and breasts both feeling heavy.
She continued to fight, just using her most basic attacks, gasping a little as the pleasure became more intense. She was almost disappointed when the dummies stopped coming and Juni informed her it was time for lunch.
“We, ah, need you to put on a blindfold before we bring you food. It's just in case of the Dark Hadou coming out – we don't want insane you going after people you recognize.”
“That makes sense,” Sakura panted, resting her hands on her knees. It never occurred to her to ask about Juni, her mind mostly on how her thighs felt wet and her chest ached. “Mind if I use my headband?”
“Oh! That would be perfect!”
Sakura slipped the headband over her eyes, heard a door open and someone approaching her. She held out a hand and a thermos was handed to her. She sucked through the straw, the liquid within a cool refresher.
“Take your time and, well, catch your breath. When you're done hand the thermos to our guy and he'll take it away and then we'll get back to it, if you're, ah, good with that.”
“Can't wait,” Sakura answered, sucking down the cool liquid and handing the thermos to the unseen man. She waited until she head the door close before slipping her headband back up, looking forward to the dummies and how good they'd made her feel.
She was fighting thirty-six of the things before one of them hit her, and though the dummy wasn't heavy and it wasn't all that painful it still wasn't pleasant. The warmth of victory had been building since the break and now it was gone. She struck the dummy, feeling a sliver of warmth return, and frowned as she looked around.
There was something wrong here.
She decided to finish off the other dummies before asking about it.
By the time she was done she was gasping, her entire body flushed with unfamiliar feelings. Fighting had always been intense for her, but never like this – her breathing was shallow and every nerve felt like it was on the verge of exploding, her vision hazy and knees shaking.
Thirty-nine more dummies emerged, circling around her, but her attention was elsewhere. Kneeling down, keeping her eyes on the dummies, her left hand pawed at her skirt and found something soft and unfamiliar. The dummies stopped moving, she noticed, so she took her eyes off them to see what had changed.
Lifting her skirt, she saw that her panties had been replaced with something else, some sort of plastic. She remembered how her hips had felt stiff when she'd woken up, and pawed at the shell that now coated her.
She'd only recently begun experimenting with those parts of herself, having discovered the wonder of her clitoris only recently. The sensitive little nub was a thing she played with when she felt the need to reward herself for a new technique or combination mastered.
Her little nub was a joy of sensation, one she had come to cherish, but now she could not seem to make it come alive. Swearing, she tried to push her fingers underneath the shell, but it clung to her like a second skin, keeping her away from a relief she realized she desperately craved.
She gasped, feeling something pull at her small breasts. She felt underneath her shirt, remembering that her chest had also felt stiff, and was terribly surprised to find a similar plastic shell that wrapped around her chest and back, tracing the lines of the sports bra that she normally wore.
“Juni?” she asked, looking around. The dummies were moving again, closing in on her. “What's going on here?”
“Don't worry about it. It's all part of the test, Sakura. Concentrate on the dummies.”
“No, I want to know what this is abo-”
She was interrupted when one of the dummies hit her, instantly robbing her of the wonderful heat that had been filling her. Another hit her, and this time there was pain, like something stabbing her nipples. Angrily, she lashed out and knocked three dummies off their poles.
Now that she knew what she was feeling, she was able to identify the sensation of something subtly vibrating against her clit and the soft skin under her breasts, a soft amount of toying that grew stronger the more of the dummies she knocked down.
“I don't understand what you're doing...” Sakura panted. There were forty-five of the dummies now, and she couldn't help but be struck some of the time.
“You need to knock down sixty without being touched to get an orgasm, Sakura. They won't stop coming until then.”
Sakura fell to her knees, clutching at the shells that held her hostage, screaming.
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