Ninja Gaiden Koibito

Ninja Roses: B-E-C-K-Y

The roar of the crowd became muffled as Ryu descended from the arena to the private showers beneath the stadium. He was covered in sweat from his match with Dixie Clemets, and was eager to refresh himself. The shower room was an expansive circular space with nearly a dozen showerheads built into the walls. Clearly it was designed to accommodate large numbers of people, but Ryu had been given exclusive use of this shower as part of the current Rumble Roses XXX tournament.

Just as he shed his blue ninja garb and started the water jets, Ryu heard the door slam open behind him.

“Ryu! You did it!” Tina squealed as she ran to him. She wrapped her arms around Ryu as he turned to face her and lifted him clean off the tile floor in a fierce hug. She spun around, laughing with delight. Her powerful arms crushed the air from Ryu’s lungs.

“Easy, Tina!” Lisa called as she rushed in after her lover. “He’ll be hard pressed to compete with cracked ribs!”

“Right, right…Sorry, Ryu.” Tina blushed and relaxed her grip. “Oh, I am so proud of you!”

“Thank you, Tina.” Ryu nodded as she finally set him down.

Tina was once again sporting her blue tank-top and khaki shorts while Lisa wore a professional looking white blouse and blue knee-length skirt. Neither woman seemed to give Ryu’s nakedness much notice, as they both seemed too excited about his recent victory. For that, Ryu was grateful. He was unsure if he would be able to resist Lisa and Tina, were they to attempt to seduce him.

“It’s not like I doubted you…” Tina patted Ryu on his shoulder. “But Dixie is no joke.”

“Indeed.” Ryu nodded. “I trust there was no doubt that our simultaneous climax was genuine. She was formidable.”

“The sensors they use are hyper-accurate.” Lisa explained. “You and Dixie both reached orgasm within at least the same ten-thousandth of a second. Even IF you two were trying to cheat, the chances of timing that precise are simply astronomical.”

“The Rumble Roses XXX producers are so excited!” Tina giggled. “Revenue for this match was one of the highest they’ve ever had, and your rematch is going to be the biggest event this tournament has ever had!”

“When is the rematch to take place?” Ryu asked. He was eager to settle the score with Dixie Clemets.

“Several days.” Tina sighed. “This is a first, so there aren’t set arrangements for this thing. There’s actually talk that the rematch is going to be held somewhere else.”

“Another Rumble Roses facility?” Ryu asked.

“Dunno yet.” Tina shrugged.

“We should let you shower in peace.” Lisa set a hand on Tina’s shoulder.

“You did good, Ryu.” Tina leaned in and gave Ryu a deep kiss. “We’ll have a surprise for you back at the bus.”

Ryu’s eyes went wide and he glanced at Lisa for confirmation. Lisa simply rolled her eyes and pulled Tina away toward the door. Tina glanced back at Ryu just as they left.

“Enjoy yourself, Ryu!” She called, and then they were gone.

* * *

Refreshed from his shower, Ryu arrived back at the tour bus as the first stars began to appear in the evening sky. The ninja stopped short at the entrance as a small note taped to the door caught his eye.

“Lisa and I went out for a dinner and movie.” Ryu read Tina’s handwriting beneath his breath. “Might spend the night at a hotel. Thought you’d like the peace and quiet! Left something for you inside. Have fun! Your blond bombshell: Tina. PS: I hope Rachel doesn’t read that last part!”

Ryu shook his head in amusement and climbed the short stairs into the bus. Storing his gear, Ryu changed into his favorite scarlet robe. He made his way back to the bedroom, relieved he would be able to sleep in the bed again.

“Hi there!” A young girl’s voice spoke from the darkness. Ryu flipped on the lights and froze in place, his eyes wide with surprise.

“Becky?” Ryu half-coughed her name.

Rebecca Welsh, first known to Ryu as Candy Cane, sat on the bed. Ryu barely recognized her. Becky’s once garish red hair was now a dishwater blond, still styled in two pigtails now tied with bright white ribbons. What took Ryu’s breath away was her attire. Becky was dressed in a classic two-piece cheerleader uniform. Her halter sports bra was a cheerful blue with ‘Becky’ written across her full bosom in white lettering. Her short twister skirt was pure white with blue trim. She also sported white elbow and knee guards, and her feet were covered in white socks up to her shins. She sat with her legs crossed, leaning back with her arms supporting her and wiggled her right foot innocently.

“You played a good game today, Ryu!” Becky smiled at him, keeping her voice high and cheerful. Ryu could still see the pure mischief dancing in her eyes. “We should have a sleep-over to celebrate!”

“Forgive me.” Ryu shook his head. “I am not talented in this sort of game. But I will do my best.”

“Mister Ryu!” Becky pouted, jutting out her lower lip. She uncrossed and then crossed her legs again, and Ryu instantly knew that she was wearing nothing beneath her skirt. “Why don’t you take me seriously?”

“Well, Miss Welsh.” Ryu stepped forward, unfastening his robe’s belt. “If you wish it, I will take you in a most serious fashion.”

Becky jumped to her feet and clapped her hands together. “Give me an ‘R’! Give me a ‘Y’! Give me a ‘U’! Rrrryyyuuuuu!” She giggled and then shook her head. “Oh, screw it! Let’s have some fun!”

Ryu threw his robe aside just as Becky pounced on him, wrapping her arms and legs around his naked body. Becky’s warm lips covered Ryu’s mouth in a hungry kiss, and she moaned as she felt Ryu’s hands move over her back. Ryu’s manhood rose up beneath Becky’s skirt, rubbing tantalizingly against her moist nether lips.

“I wanna be on top first.” Becky whispered breathlessly as she broke their kiss.

Without a word, Ryu carried her to the bed and lay down on his back with Becky straddling his abdomen. Ryu reached up and grabbed hold of the cheerleader sports bra and tore it from her. Becky gasped with pleasant surprise as the cool air suddenly met her firm, naked breasts.

“I bet Dixie’s boobs are twice my size.” Becky sighed as she reached up to cup her breasts. “I thought maybe they’d get bigger, but…”

“Your body is beautiful, Becky.” Ryu’s deep voice spoke soothingly. His hands came up and pried Becky’s hands from her bosom, then covered the firm mounds of flesh in a strong grip. “These feel remarkable. Each woman I have been with has been blessed with the perfect body, yet each is unique and many are vastly different. Your physique compliments your heart and your soul, and your body must stir the blood of any man with eyes to see you.”

“It’s not like I’m wallowing in self-pity, but thanks.” Becky arched an eyebrow, but her cheeks shone with a light blush. “Feel free to tell me how damn hot I am anytime.”

Becky covered Ryu’s hands with hers, encouraging him to continue massaging her bare breasts. Her eyes fluttered closed and she relaxed, enjoying the feel of Ryu’s strong hands working over her supple mounds.

“Mmmm…that’s nice.” Becky sighed dreamily as Ryu rolled his thumbs over the hardened tips of her nipples. “Just like that, Ryu…oh…yes…”

Ryu watched with satisfaction as Becky’s head lolled back in ecstasy, all from the touch of his hands. Ryu’s stiff shaft began to throb with yearning, tapping the back of Becky’s skirt with each beat of his heart.

“I think somebody is getting impatient back there.” Becky giggled and opened her eyes to give Ryu a playful wink. “I’ve been a really good girl, Mr. Hayabusa. Can I have the baton now?”

“Of course, Becky…”

“Call me ‘Miss Welsh’.” Becky whispered. “I hate being called Miss Welsh!”

“But if you hate it…” Ryu blinked, completely flummoxed.

“Just call me ‘Miss Welsh’!” Becky insisted.

“Oh…of course…Miss Welsh.” Ryu spoke hesitantly, unsure if he was capable of role-playing properly.

“Yay!” Becky squealed, assuming an extremely girlish demeanor. “I’m gonna give this my best!”

Becky came up on her knees and scooted back, bringing her skirted hips over Ryu’s erect manhood. Ryu’s hands left Becky’s breasts and trailed down to her hips. The young girl looked down at Ryu and licked her lips.

“Ok, Mr. Hayabusa, let’s go!” She chirped and then came down on Ryu’s cock.

“Aaah!” Ryu’s breath left him as he felt Becky’s wet vessel envelope his rod in a world of heat and pleasure.

“Oooh! Oh, yes!” Becky bit down on her lower lip. “You are so big, Mr. Hayabusa! So hard!”

Inspiration hit Ryu like a lightning bolt. He reached up and covered Becky’s mouth with his hand.

“No talking during the test, Miss Welsh!” Ryu growled with supreme authority.

Becky’s eyes filled with fear for a split second, but then began to sparkle with excitement. She began churning her hips, working Ryu’s cock around inside her with a steady rhythm. Ryu groaned and removed his hand from her mouth, once again moving his hands up to knead Becky’s youthful breasts.

“Mmmmpph!” Becky clamped her lips shut while her slender hips continued grinding against Ryu’s loins. She trailed her hands up and down Ryu’s powerful forearms, feeling his powerful muscles.

“Fine form, Miss Welsh…aaargh…” Ryu nodded. “But you must have enthusiasm as well as technique!”

Becky’s toned thighs flexed as she began bouncing atop Ryu’s shaft, vigorously impaling herself on his hard length of flesh.

“Ungh! Ungh! Aaah!” Becky panted breathlessly. She ran her hands down Ryu’s bare chest, tracing his pectorals and chiseled abs while she rode him ever faster.

“Better…aaah… Faster, Miss Welsh!” Ryu gritted his teeth, feeling Becky’s hot flesh squeeze his pulsating cock again and again, sliding over his sensitive member at a breakneck pace. “Faster!”

“Yes, sir!” Becky squealed. She fell forward, pressing her bosom into Ryu’s face, and wrapped her arms around behind his head, her fingers digging into Ryu’s thick dark hair. Becky’s toned butt bounced wildly, pumping Ryu’s hard shaft inside her. Her cheerleader skirt whipped around her hips as she rode him even harder. Becky’s head whipped back and she began screaming her pleasure into the air. “Aaaah! Uuuungh!”

Ryu buried his face between Becky’s breasts, feeling their soft warmth press against his cheeks with every breath between screams. The young ninja sent his hands across Becky’s bare back to the smooth curve of her butt, snaking beneath her white skirt. Ryu’s fingers dug into the taut muscle of Becky’s glutes.

“Rrragh! Put forth your full effort! Mmmm!” Ryu shouted before his lips descended on Becky’s right breast.

“Oh! Ooooh! Nnnnnghaa!” Becky squealed, whipping her pigtails around as she writhed on top of Ryu. She gasped, feeling Ryu’s tongue lap at her nipples, tasting her sweaty breasts. Becky’s fingers dug deep in Ryu’s thick hair as she sent her hips into a series of wild thrashes, bringing both lovers to a new level of pleasure.

“Yes, Miss Welsh!” Ryu released Becky’s breast as the pleasure in his groin reached a critical level. His fingers clawed at Becky’s tight buttocks as it became a blur over his loins. “The moment of truth…AAARGH!....is…at…hand! Uuuunghaaa!”

“Mr. Hayabusa!” Becky cried out as her climax crashed through her body. “YES! YES! MR. HAYABUSA! AAAAH!”

“Come, Miss Welsh!” Ryu shouted as his own orgasm came upon him. His muscular arms flexed, pulling Becky’s hips down hard onto his raging cock just as his testicles clenched with miraculous ecstasy. His internalized orgasm washed over him like a tidal wave. “Aaaargh! MISS WELSH!!!”

“Hell…YES!” Becky shook as she rode out the last of her climax. She slumped against Ryu’s prone form, their breathing ragged as they recovered. At last, blinking the stars from her eyes, Becky propped herself up on one elbow and looked down into Ryu’s eyes. “That…was awesome!”

“Indeed.” Ryu nodded. He reached up cupped Becky’s cheek in his hand and pulled her into a deep kiss.

“Mmmm…that was nice too.” Becky blushed as their lips parted. “I gotta say, Ryu…I didn’t expect you to get into this but…damn, you were great!”

“I surprised myself, in all honesty.” Ryu shook his head. “I often wonder how much I have changed.”

“Watcha talking about?” Becky asked with genuine curiosity.

“Barely two years ago, my life was devoted entirely my ninja clan.” Ryu’s eyes lost focus as he looked into the past. “When my village was destroyed, my life was consumed by vengeance. I met several women throughout my journeys. Slowly my heart was opened, and my conquests in bed rivaled my battles against the forces of evil.”

“If you ask me? If you weren’t getting it on…that’d be evil for sure.” Becky leaned down and kissed Ryu lightly on the nose.

“I was once a lone warrior, and in the blink of an eye I had been with ten gorgeous women.” Ryu shook his head in awe. “I thought I had reached the limit of one man’s fortune. But here I have joined with another seven women of wonderful beauty, and my journey continues. I am not the same man I once was.”

“Maybe not.” Becky rubbed Ryu’s shoulders with her slender hands. “But maybe that’s not a bad thing. I didn’t know you back then, I just know you in the here and now. I like THIS man, the man who just made me come so hard I’m still seeing stars. Maybe you’re not the man you were…maybe you’re better.”

“Perhaps.” Ryu nodded slowly. He shook his head, clearing his mind. Self-pity was not Ryu Hayabusa’s way. “Enough of the past. There is challenge enough in the present.”

“Yeah, you got a rematch with Dixie, right?” Becky’s eyes widened with excitement. “That’s no walk in the park, baby.”

“Indeed.” Ryu sighed. “I gave her everything I had today. I can only hope it will be enough next time.”

“Want a couple of pointers?” Becky asked cheerfully. “I’ve gone up against her a few times myself. She’s a legend, sure, but I did ok. And since we’re still…uh…” Becky shifted her hips and felt Ryu’s manhood still inside her. “Yeah… primed and ready to go!”

“I appreciate any advice you can offer.” Ryu smiled up at her.

“Ok, first thing’s first.” Becky sat up, still impaled on Ryu’s hard shaft. “Every woman in Rumble Roses XXX is aggressive, right? But Dixie is extreme! She’s gonna try to achieve the dominate position right from the start. You’re a kick-ass ninja, right? Use those awesome muscles of yours and get her in a submissive position. Doggy-style might not be a bad idea…Woah!”

One second Becky was laying on top of Ryu and the next she was on her hands and padded knees with the ninja behind her. Becky whistled as she realized that Ryu had managed to keep his shaft inside her, despite the blinding speed with which he moved.

“Do you suggest a certain speed or power?” Ryu asked.

“Dixie is a power-house. Just go all out.” Becky spoke over her shoulder. “I’m gonna do this as hard as I can, but count on Dixie doing it three times as hard. Yaaaah!”

Becky reared back, slamming her buttocks back against Ryu’s hips and sinking his manhood deep inside her. Ryu gripped Becky’s skirted waist in his hands and thrust his pelvis forward, matching her pace with ease.

“Damn, that feels good! Hhhaargh!” Becky panted. Her nubile body pivoted on her kneepads, thrusting her taut butt into her ninja lover. “Oooh! But Dixie….aaah!...she won’t give up. No matter what, Ryu…YES!... you can’t give up either! Oh…oh yeah! Harder!”

The tour bus shook for three hours as Ryu and Becky cavorted together in bed. Midnight found the cheerleader sitting in the ninja’s lap, facing away from him on the side of the bed. Ryu lifted Becky’s lithe body by her waist with his hands, pumping her on top of his hard length of flesh again and again. Becky’s hands kneaded her breasts as she watched their reflection in the full length mirror across the room.

“Aaah! I’m gonna come again!” Becky gasped, her voice almost as ragged as the remnants of her cheerleader skirt still clinging to her slender hips. “Jam me down on your cock, baby! YES! Hard as you can!”

Ryu’s arms bulged with strength as he pulled Becky down onto his raging shaft in one powerful motion. Their bodies met with a sharp smack of flesh against flesh.

“RYU! I’m…YES! YES!” Becky shook with pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Yes, Becky! Aaaaargh!!!” Ryu reached his climax, breathing in the scent of Becky’s hair as they both rode out yet another orgasm.

They sprawled out on the bed, gasping for breath and covered in sweat. Becky finally patted Ryu’ on the stomach and gave him an exhausted wink.

“Ok…I’m calling a time out.” She said breathlessly, giving herself another look at the mirror. “Damn…if Miss Spencer could see me now.”

“Miss Spencer.” Ryu said flatly. He realized that he had not yet checked on the English teacher’s condition at the medical station. For now, he would keep his encounter with Miss Spencer to himself.

“She’s this teacher from the school I went to.” Becky sighed. “She’s a pain in the ass, always lecturing me. But…”

“What?” Ryu prodded gently.

“She’s a real babe.” Becky giggled. “I mean, she’s got this rack that you wouldn’t believe! She tries to hide it under her sweater but, I mean, come on! Those jugs of hers are the real deal, I’m talking Dixie and Tina size boobs. Nice legs too, and she’s pretty in a librarian sort of way.”

“You sound attracted to her.” Ryu kept his face passive, but his mind reeled as Becky spoke. “Have you considered pursuing a relationship with her?”

“Ryu, I’ve been having sex with gorgeous women in the Rumble Roses XXX circuit for a while now.” Becky laughed. “I had this friend back in the same school Miss Spencer teaches at. We…experimented together. I like guys just fine, and women about the same. Miss Spencer, though….no, there isn’t a chance in hell.”

“You seemed to find much to admire about her.” Ryu observed quietly.

“She’s got a hot body, yeah.” Becky huffed. “But she is so up tight! She goes berserk when I skip class. You think she’s gonna start sleeping with her own student? I doubt it.”

“Perhaps she cares more for you far more than you believe.” Ryu spoke softly and then stood and retrieved his robe.

“Hey, you going some place?” Becky sat up. “I thought we were having a heart to heart.”

“I have a small errand to attend to.” Ryu tied his belt securely.

“I’m getting pretty attached to you, Ryu.” Becky said in a small voice. “I guess I’ve got a crush on you.”

“I care for you as well, Rebecca.” Ryu kneeled down and kissed Becky gently. “But do you truly want to be with me?”

“Of course I do.” Becky blinked. “Don’t the last three hours prove that?”

“And yet after all the pleasures we experienced…” Ryu looked her in the eye. “Whom did you think of?”

“I…” Becky stammered. “I just thought that…well, Miss Spencer would just…I… Why did I think about her?”

“I will return within the hour.” Ryu kissed her once again. “Rest and search your soul.”

Ryu turned and made his way out. As he turned to close the bedroom door, Becky called after him.

“Ryu?” Becky chewed nervously on her lower lip.

“Yes?” Ryu said.

“Whatever I find in my soul…” Becky grinned sheepishly. “Let’s do it again doggy-style when you get back!”


* * *


Ryu entered through the sliding doors and found the medical station dark and silent save for the soft hum of the computer terminals.

“Anesthesia?” Ryu called. “Anesthesia, are you here?”

A steel door slid open in the back wall and Anesthesia stepped through. The room behind her was filled with blinding light, causing Ryu to squint against the glare. He could barely make out the vague outline of a woman behind the nurse before the door slid shut once again, returning the medical bay to relative darkness.

“Ryu!” Anesthesia greeted him cheerfully in her charming Australian accent. “What a pleasant surprise! Let me get the lights.”

Anesthesia touched a control panel beside the door she had entered through and the medical bay was bathed in cool fluorescent light. Ryu’s eyes adjusted quickly and he bowed to the nurse in greeting.

“How is Miss Spencer?” Ryu asked. “May I see her?”

“Miss Spencer?” Anesthesia blinked quizzically. “I released her early this morning. She was fine, just needed some rest.”

Ryu frowned. He had expected Miss Spencer to contact him in some way, but perhaps she had been too embarrassed. Ryu did not blame her for wanting to be left alone, but he had hoped to resolve the tension between Miss Spencer and Rebecca Welsh. As if sensing Ryu’s troubled thoughts, Anesthesia spoke up.

“She had nothing but good things to say about you, Ryu!” Anesthesia beamed at him, taking a deep breath. “She enjoyed herself quite… thoroughly.”

“I am pleased to hear that.” Ryu nodded stiffly. Suddenly he noticed that Anesthesia was slightly out of breath, her skin had a slight sheen of sweat, and her nurse uniform was noticeably wrinkled. “I appreciate your kindness in caring for her.”

“I help people, Ryu.” Anesthesia shrugged. “It’s what I do.”

“I had thought perhaps Miss Spencer was in there.” Ryu nodded toward the steel door behind the nurse.

“What? Oh, no.” Anesthesia shook her head and reached up to wipe sweat from her brow. “You probably saw Lady X back there.”

“Are you all right?” Ryu asked, genuinely concerned.

“Me? I’m fine.” Anesthesia waved away his concern. “I’ve been making some modifications to her. Been working for hours with some bloody heavy tools. Medical school doesn’t get you in great shape.”

“Sorry to interrupt your work.” Ryu bowed again.

“It’s no bother, Ryu.” Anesthesia smiled brightly. “It’s always a joy to see my favorite subject…patient, I mean! My favorite patient.”

“Good night, Anesthesia.” Ryu bowed once more and turned for the exit.

“G’night, Ryu!” Anesthesia called after him.

After the doors closed behind Ryu, Anesthesia turned and activated the steel door behind her. She stepped into a brightly lit operating room. A naked blond woman stood just inside, waiting patiently.

“Fortunately the ninja did not recognize you.” Anesthesia sighed.

“He will kneel before me!” The naked woman huffed, setting her hands on her hips. “Just as Miss Welsh will kneel before me!”

“Yes, they will. But for now, patience.” Anesthesia chided before pealing off her nurse uniform. The steel floor was cold against her feet. “Now come here. I still have a few more things to teach you.”

“I am the teacher.” The blond woman snapped.

“You are more than that, my girl.” Anesthesia walked up to her, pressing their naked bodies together. The blond woman’s warmth was in stark contrast to the cold sterility of the operating room. “You may know how to use your words, but let me teach you how to use your tongue.”

They lowered themselves to the metallic floor, entwining together. There was no love, no compassion, only raw animal need guided by a cold clinical precision. Their bodies writhed together, and they moaned as tongues and fingers probed endlessly. At last the women came to the inevitable conclusion in a fit of spasms and screams.

“Almost.” Anesthesia breathed as they lay together. “You are almost ready. All that is left are the accoutrements. You will adore the eye-patch.”

“They must all respect me.” The blond woman nodded proudly, her hands caressing her own full breasts. “They must know who I am.”

“And who are you, my dear?” Anesthesia’s eyes gleamed with pride as her own hands joined in caressing the other woman’s bountiful bosom.

“I am Mistress Spencer!”