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Sakura Chronicles: The Rose Blossoms (Chun Li and Rose)
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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Sakura woke up, incredibly warm, and with someone else's hand cupping one of her breasts. Her eyes widened in shock, until she remembered where she was – and who she was with. She blushed at the memory. The double-booking with Cammy, the showers, the spanking... and everything that went with it.
Slowly she turned, and saw her opponent-to-be was still asleep. Smiling, she kissed Cammy on the lips to wake her up, and gradually, the English girl's eyes opened, and she smiled back.
“Good morning. Ready for another fun-filled day before our big fight tomorrow?”
“Urf. Just a few more minutes.”
“No way, lazy. There are things to do! We should explore the city a bit, or at least make use of all the hotel facilities. I mean, there's a pool and spa, there's a gym, they have a private cinema, a rooftop garden...”
“Yeah, all right all right. Well, breakfast first.”

And so, after the two ate a hurried breakfast, they showered again – last night's activities making it somewhat necessary – but still did it separately, for the time being. And then, they changed into swimsuits, ready to try the pool out. Sakura had opted for what some might call modest, others might call catering to the schoolgirl fetish, and yet more might call thrifty: she simply wore her school swimsuit, that covered most of her body, though not her arms or legs, and even stopped short of completely covering her buttocks, thankfully back to their usual creamy complexion.
Cammy, on the other hand, had opted for something completely risque, something people didn't actually wear when going swimming outside of pornography or blatant attempts at seduction: she went for a green slingshot bikini. It barely covered her nipples at the front, with the sides of her areolae peeking out. Likewise the very top of her slit was visible, and behind... it completely rode up her ass, but when she bent down to get her towel, it didn't even cover her anus. Sakura almost had a heart attack!
As they made their way to the outdoor pool, Sakura constantly tried to inconspicuously rub herself, eyes fixed on the two swaying globes ahead of her, but to no avail. She felt that everyone was watching her, even though really, all eyes were glued to Cammy. Once there, Cammy spread a towel out and took out some sunscreen.
“Well, we don't want to get burned. Lie down, I'll do you first.”
Sakura grinned, eager to comply, and even more eager to do the same to her supposed opponent, who had a lot more bare skin. She lay on her back, and Cammy worked a generous amount of the lotion into her hands, first rubbing it over Sakura's feet, tickling her, then up her legs, slowly up, all the way along her smooth, muscular calves and thighs until she reached the fabric of the swimsuit. She then just worked along one arm at a time, making sure to cover even the armpits, before sliding her hand over Sakura's neck, just above her breasts.
“Okay, roll over.”
The teen did as she was told, looking forward to what was happening. Cammy pulled her swimsuit up into her crack, giving her a wedgie, but giving her an excuse to spread the sunscreen over Sakura's bottom, which she did most eagerly.
“All done. Now me.”
Sakura jumped to her feet, snatching up the bottle of lotion. She was all eyes and fingers, ready to molest the slightly older lady who lay before her. She did similar to Cammy, starting at the feet, working over her lovely, muscular legs, stopping just short of the most exciting places... for the time being. She then focused first on one arm, then the other, before rubbing it all over Cammy's tummy. She spread it out, admiring the toned muscles Cammy had, before working up to her practically-bare breasts. She didn't even bother sticking to just what was uncovered, pulling the bikini aside to bare Cammy's breasts. She then reached out and squeezed them, massaging them and rolling her thumbs over the nipples. She kept going much longer than was necessary, just enjoying herself before finally sighing and replacing the slingshot.
“Oh, nearly forgot.”
With a mischievous look, Sakura slid her fingers down to the top of Cammy's slit, then underneath the swimsuit to grope and fondle her mound. Cammy squirmed, moaning, and at that point Sakura pulled away.
“Roll over, and kneel, get your ass in the air for me.”
Blushing, Cammy did just that, her bottom thrust out so that Sakura – and everyone else there – could see everything that was uncovered, including her little winking anus. She started eagerly working the cream into both beautiful cheeks, squeezing and kneading them, spreading them wide, before sliding one fingertip up and down the crack.
“Have to be thorough, after all.” she said with a giggle, already circling the pink rosebud with one fingertip.
“In we go~”
Thanks to the sunscreen, her finger slid inside most easily, all the way to the final knuckle. Cammy went weak in the knees and let out a loud moan, clenching her sphincter around the inserted digit. Sakura twisted, then started to thrust her finger in and out, before finally remembering where they were and why. Sighing, she pulled out.
“Well, I guess we can continue this later. For now, a swim.”
Panting, Cammy nodded and stood up, before delivering a sharp slap to the girl's behind. Sakura gave a little squeal and rubbed her bottom, allowing Cammy to leap in first. She bent at the waist, touching her toes (and again exposing herself to the already-excited Sakura), then made a graceful dive into the cool water, powering ahead with her athletic legs, ever eager to keep moving at a fast pace.
Sakura was impressed, so dived in as well, knowing she couldn't catch up, but that she could at least get to a good speed herself.

An hour later, both girls emerged back in their hotel room, still dripping wet, but with wide grins. It had been a fatiguing adventure, racing, diving, splashing about in a childish manner... but thoroughly enjoyable.
“Well... once I'm changed, I'm going to go out and buy those things I mentioned. For use on your bottom.”
“Oh, on yours you mean? Well, have fun getting them. I think I'll watch TV, apparently one of the matches is being screened live. It's good to keep an eye on the competition.”
“Good thinking. You can tell me about it tonight, in bed. If you can't think of anything better to do with your mouth, that is.”
Very soon, Cammy was changed, wearing her street clothes again, and headed out. Getting comfortable, Sakura pulled all her clothes off and crawled into bed, switching the TV on and tuning into the Street Fighting Circuit. While she was at it, she dialled room service.
“Hey, can you bring up a plate of deep-fried calamari, a strawberry milkshake, oh, and a tub of vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce? You can? Thank you very much!”

The waiter was more than a little shocked to see her topless in bed, but didn't drop the plate.
“Oh, just put it over there.” she said, pointing to the bedside table. She was already engrossed in the proceedings, as it finished showing the vital statistics of the first competitor, a purple-haired lady called Rose, apparently psychic.
“Huh, weird, but kind of cool looking. I like those floating ribbons...”
The waiter left, shaking his head and wiping his brow, as Sakura slurped her milkshake and ate a calamari ring. She almost spat it out though, when she saw Rose's opponent.
“No way, Chun Li?”
An image flashed into her mind, of what happened when the two last met. Her bottom twitched from the memory of the blistering she received at the Interpol officer's hands.
“Round one, are you ready?”
“Yes!”
“Are you ready?”
“Yes!”
“Then FIGHT!”
The bell was rung, and the two combatants were fast to attack. Chun Li leapt into the air, but it seemed like Rose could read her mind, stepping back and flicking the psionic ribbon at her. It cracked like a whip against Chun Li's midsection, hitting her with psychokinetic power and hurling her back, sliding on her feet. It hurt, but she was still in the fight.
Rose glided forward, smiling, and twirled the ribbon into a drill shape, launching a pulse of energy, but this time, Chun Li was ready. She ducked to the side, dashed along, then swung her legs low, only her hands holding her body up. She kicked Rose's legs out so hard the psychic fell back, nearly landing on her head. But she too was agile, reducing the impact and rolling quickly to her feet. Already, Chun Li was in her face, her foot striking out at lightning speed. So many kicks struck, battering Rose and launching her back, but still she held firm, just waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that came as soon as her foe jumped again, going for an axe kick.
Chun Li seemed caught in mid air, grabbed by an invisible force. She struggled, but Rose just flicked her wrist and she was hurled overhead, straight onto the ground. The moment she stood, the ribbon lashed out and wrapped around her wrist. Gritting her teeth, Chun Li tried to pull free, but then brilliant purple flames and sparks of energy travelled along the ribbon, burning and shocking her mind, yet barely hurting her body. She felt woozy, staggering back. It looked like she might have met her match, and Rose glided in to take advantage of the situation...
Only to suddenly be hit by another lightning kick, followed instantly by Chun Li spinning her legs out, upside-down, to deliver a series of kicks that knocked her through the air and bounced her about, and then one final mid-air dropkick that launched Rose to the ground.
Just as she started to stand, another powerful kick landed, this time flat on her bottom, with such force as to obliterate the back of her strange skirt, revealing rather enticing underwear. The next kick took care of that, though, destroying that as well. Rose fell forward, landing on all fours with a bright red shoe-print on her backside.
“Ow ow ow...”
“Oh man,” Sakura said to herself between mouths full of ice cream, “this is about to get really good!”
And she was right, too, as Chun Li spun her foot back to deliver another painful and embarrassing kick to Rose's now-bare bottom, deepening that shoe-print. Rose clutched her throbbing cheeks, howling with pain and indignity
But she didn't remain like that for long, for all too quickly, her opponent grabbed one wrist, twisting her arm behind her back, and knelt, forcing Rose over her knee. She then held her firmly in place and winked to the camera.
“Well, I hear my fans have been expecting things of me ever since my practice duel with Sakura Kasugano...”
Her palm smacked hard against Rose's posterior, the only mercy being it wasn't as hard as her boot, and her arm wasn't as strong as her leg. So it stung, but not as badly as the kicks. Not that Rose particularly appreciated this, squirming about and crying, attempting to escape but with no luck. And so Chun Li just kept going, repeatedly slapping first one cheek and then the other, building up a rosy pink glow in the two of them.
Sakura was already sliding two fingers inside herself, flicking her thumb over her clit while she massaged one breast. To see it happen to another, and in such detail – the camera crew were not afraid to zoom in on the action, and to provide slow-motion replays of some of those slaps, and the jiggling of Rose's buttocks in the aftermath.
“But I can't just do the same thing every time,” Chun Li added, licking her lips, “it pays to use some variety.”
Slowly, she slid first one, and then another finger inside Rose's sex, testing to see if she was damp. Only a little. But that would be enough for her plans, she was sure of it. She started scissoring her fingers, stretching Rose's inner walls to help prepare her for what was coming next. Stretch, relax, stretch, relax... a third finger joined them, and a fourth as well. Once all four fingers were in, she started to rock her hand, moving her wrist to slide her fingers in and out. Rose was becoming more moist, her walls slick with her juices, and that just made it so much easier. It was a tight fit, but Chun Li was sure she could do it.
She kept sliding her hand in and out, to the base of her fingers and a little further, and each time she slid out, she pressed her thumb against Rose's rosebud. Soon, she went beyond that, pressing past her tight anal ring and entering her, penetrating her rear. Rose moaned and wailed, unable to do anything still. One arm was twisted behind her back, and her legs were locked in place between those of her opponent. Sakura, for her part, just kept watching, masturbating with full vigour and passion at the sight in front of her.
Her first orgasm of many hit when Chun Li finally did it, folding her thumb against her palm and sliding her hand all the way in. Rose let out a low, almost animal sound when Chun Li entered her, right up to the wrist. Tight, slippery vaginal walls pressed down on her hand from all sides, wrapping around her hand and bathing it in moist heat. She smiled, pumping her hand in and out a few times, before withdrawing just far enough to clench her fingers in, making a fist... and pressing in again, ramming it home.
With a full fist inside her sex, Rose wailed as she came, a powerful climax rocking her whole body. Her juices squirted out the sides, around Chun Li's fist, in bubbles from the tight fit, and she soon blacked out, the match finally called in Chun Li's favour. Sakura just lay there, still rubbing at herself and thrusting fingers in and out...

That evening, after their own fun and games, Cammy and Sakura slid into bed. This time, it was Cammy curled up in Sakura's lap, the schoolgirl eagerly groping the adult. But even with that stimulation, they soon fell asleep...

When she opened her eyes, Sakura was not in her hotel room. Cammy wasn't there with her, either. It was strange, she seemed to be on a very insubstantial bed, floating through a weird mist. She could faintly hear the chiming of bells in the distance. It was disorienting. Looking over the side of the bed, she gulped, realising it wasn't on firm ground. It really was floating, as though in water, or space.
“What is this?” she asked herself, not expecting an answer. She was surprised, therefore, to receive one, a voice appearing close to her ear.
“This is in your mind. I saw you watching me today. Did you think that screen was one-way, for someone with powers such as mine? No, I saw you there. You were watching what happened to me... and you liked it, didn't you?”
She turned to find Rose, completely naked, behind her, arms already wrapping around her body.
“Wh-wha? What's going on now?”
“I have entered your thoughts while you sleep,” the intruder said with a smile, “I find it quite comfortable here. But really... you took so much pleasure in what happened to me? I really must punish you, I think. Besides, you are still not ready, you need to be prepared for what lies ahead.”
“What do you mean? The match against Cammy?”
“No, not that. Your skills should see you through that match. But there are more dangerous fights that lie ahead. Some against opponents who are not as merciful... or lustful... as her, or Chun Li, or Rainbow Mika. You risk serious harm, or even losing yourself to terrible powers, if you do not prepare. And so I am going to strengthen your mind... and have a little fun in the process.”
Sakura yelped, suddenly finding herself tugged into the air, arms and legs spread out embarrassingly. Her breasts hang down, and she knew that Rose, still behind her, was staring between her legs. When her cheeks parted – not from hands, but just from psychic energy – that just made it worse. Whatever was next was not likely to be good.
It seemed she wasn't so bad at predicting things herself. The psychically charged ribbon slapped across her ass, causing a “yeep!” to escape her lips. Immediately, a red band lit up over her rump, feeling like it was sizzling on a pan. And that was just one!
The next landed over her sit-spots, and she tried to struggle, finding she could barely move, only swinging her arms from the elbows and legs from the knees. Everything between was paralysed. As that second red band lit up, a third was already on the way, landing on the undercurve of her rump.
“No more! Please, no more!” she begged, tears springing to her eyes.
“Hush. You need to learn to resist these things. Psychic attacks should not hurt, if you learn to resist them. Now, let's continue, and see if you can do better at shutting it out from your mind.”
The ribbon sparked as it struck, flicking about to rapidly smack and sting her defenceless rear. Very quickly, her ass cheeks turned a deep red, blazing in heat and pain from the psychic assault. Sakura was barely able to resist, trying to close her mind to it, to convince her body it was not real. It hurt that little bit less, but she could still feel it happening.
“Hmm... perhaps some extra motivation to raise the defences will work better. You'll be a champion at closing your mind to things when I'm done, I promise.”
Sakura gritted her teeth and clenched her buttocks, but it was no good – they weren't targeted. This time, the ribbon whipped against her little pucker, lighting a fire across that tender skin, before flicking back up and stinging her open pussy lips. She shrieked, amazed that something could hurt so much.
“Come now, it's only going to get worse unless you can resist it. Make a defensive barrier inside your head, imagine yourself coated in armour, unassailable by my effects.”
It wasn't working though, because she had other things at the front of her mind: the incredible pain in her nether regions. The ribbon lashed up and down again, hitting the very same places, stinging so intensely it felt like she was on fire, or a current was being run through her tender folds. Her rosebud twitched at the sensations, clenching and unclenching, and with her attention focusing on that, she couldn't concentrate on defending.
“This won't do. It's no good if you can only defend when not being attacked – it's when being attacked that you NEED to defend. Let's try something else, shall we?”
Sakura gasped, tears falling from her face and floating through the infinite space. She wondered just what was going to happen next, when she heard the words.
“Soul Extension, Spectral Penile Shape!”
Managing to turn her head to see, she was horrified. A glowing member had emerged from Rose's mound, standing firm and crackling with energy. She knew exactly what it was to be used for, the only question was “which entrance.” She didn't like either possibility.
Turning her head back, Sakura bit her lip. She clenched her eyes shut and started repeating to herself “It's not real, it's not real, this isn't happening, it's not real...” So desperate was she, that it was actually beginning to work. The existing pain was fading, and she felt light-headed, as though not really there – of course, she wasn't actually there, it was in her sleep.
But it wasn't one hundred percent effective, as she was to discover. When the energy rod forced its way inside her sex, stretching her out as it made its way in, up to the hilt, sparks and flames rushing across her tender skin and sending a shock of agony through her clit, she was not hit by the brunt of the effect, focusing so intently on not letting it exist. But she still felt herself being filled, felt a jolt of pain, and gasped.
“Well done, you're improving. Good. Try to block it out completely. Don't let me in, protect yourself!” Rose whispered encouragingly.
The blazing member retracted... only to be thrust home again, hips bumping together as Rose made sure to go as deep as she could. She firmly gripped Sakura's blazing bottom cheeks, as red as her bloomers, and started pumping in and out, in and out...
Sakura concentrated, despite the pain, doing her very best. The more she focused, she found, the less real it seemed, the less pain – and pleasure – she could feel, so the easier it was to focus and resist even more. And a good thing, too. She knew that it would be intense agony if she couldn't resist it, could still feel Rose repeatedly entering her, until finally, with a burst of soul energy, it erupted...
But Sakura didn't feel it. She was just standing in a naked field, blinking.
“It... it's gone? I forced her out of my head, out of my dreams?”
There was no pain at all, she was free from the lingering effects of the spanking. Only a faint whisper on the wind reached her ears.
“Well done, Sakura... now make sure you practice...”
At that, she started, waking up panting. Carefully, she reached back to massage her own rear. No, no pain. It all really was in her dream. But she was certain that Rose had in fact been there. That it was no nightmare, wet dream or combination of the two, but an actual psychic attack that she had resisted.
I wonder what I'm going to need this against though? She thought, already starting to drift away again.
To Be Continued
Look forward to the next chapter, where Sakura finally has her match against Cammy! Who will win? Will the winner really go through with the deal, leaving the loser with a caned bottom? Keep reading to find out!
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