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Series: Queen's Blade
Pairing: Shizuka/Ice cream with some fluffy Shizuka/Tomoe
Rating: PG13 for brief mentioning of certain girly body parts, otherwise safe
Length: 838 words by LibreOffice count
Warnings: I am stupid. Hilarity ensues.
Summary: Shizuka really likes ice cream.
It was unseasonably hot the day they arrived in the Queen's capital of Gainos. Many women lined the streets working at food stalls, wearing little on their bodies so they could stay cool. Not that this was an unusual sight; quit the contrary, one would grow up wondering if anyone in this land knew how to dress themselves proper at all. The only one wearing more than a bikini or apron was Tomoe, though she was always prudish. Tomoe was a holy woman, and her shrine maiden's outfit reflected her purity, showing not more than it had to despite the heat. Her best friend Shizuka was draped in a skimpy ninja's outfit, the horns on her headband reflecting in the sun. She took a hand up to her brow and wiped some sweat off, giving Tomoe a huge grin, as she usually did.
“Hey, we made it! To think we arrived in the perfect weather to eat ice cream in, too! Come on, Tomoe, let's hurry before they run out of stock! I can't wait to try it!” said Shizuka, already making her way to a nearby stall before the shrine maiden could even think to protest, picking up a pouch and jingling it, the coins inside ringing about. The stall was lined with many different tubs, each one with a different flavor. The poor ninja had no idea which one to choose, ordering up a huge bowl with a scoop of each, complete with all the toppings it could hold and a hard waffle cone bottom to soak it all up. A single red cherry adorned the top of the sweet pile, the food already beginning to soften under the hot sun.
The two found a spot to sit under a nearby tree, Shizuka giving Tomoe a spoon before digging in. The shrine maiden sighed and took a couple of dainty, clean bites, acting perfectly mannerly as she watched all the scantily clad warriors walk by, sighing at how unashamed they were. Though when she turned to vocalize her complaints to her friend, she was met with an even more shocking sight.
Shizuka was spooning the dessert up by the mouthful, barely remembering to swallow in between bites. Thick globs in a rainbow assortment of colors begin to drip down her chin, smeared across her lips. The drops happily made their way down her chin and neck slowly, stickying the hungry girl up, letting out a delighted snort as she slobbered up what she could off of herself, tongue sticking out. Her saliva mixed with the remnants of the cream and chocolate sauce, making her drip down into the bowl again and in her own lap, grinning as she continued to make a damn fool mess of herself.
“S-Shizuka!” shouted Tomoe, an expression of complete horror across her face. How could she do something this vile and dirty in her presence? She wanted to scold her, but the words would just not form. It was like watching a wolf devour its prey. Except the wolf was on a sugar binge instead of its fur matted and red with warm blood.
As she made her way towards the bottom of the bowl, the remnants had long since formed into a strangely colored pile of ice cream and sauce. The ninja picked it up and begin to chug it like one would a mug of ale, getting it sloppy all over her face and down the sides of her breasts. The pale skin of her torso was marked with greens and reds and yellows, running down further across her stomach and eventually tangling in her hairs and down her thighs. When she was done, she set the bowl down, taking a bit of waffle cone out and making her fingers and palms soaked and sticky with what it had soaked up, shoving it down her throat.
All that was soon left was one bit of cone and the cherry. Shizuka took her sticky, goopy hand, putting it around Tomoe's neck and shoulders, it running off her fingers and staining her friend's top. Tomoe gasped in protest, more so at how filthy this all was than anything else, the ninja smooshing her face happily against her cheek. She took the rest of the cone and the cherry, force-feeding it to Tomoe. After swallowing, she felt her friend's lips and tongues lap up what had been smeared onto her face, making Tomoe blush brightly.
“That...That was the stuff of legends! No wonder these westerners like it so much, Lady Tomoe!” Shizuka said, grinning wide and giggling. When all of it was devoured, the bowl was returned, the stall owner delighted to see just how much it was enjoyed, Shizuka paying what was due in stickied yen and saying she'd be back for more later.
Tomoe would spend much longer in the baths at their hotel that night, her sleep plagued with visions of her friend on a wave of ice cream coming to devour all in its path.
Pairing: Shizuka/Ice cream with some fluffy Shizuka/Tomoe
Rating: PG13 for brief mentioning of certain girly body parts, otherwise safe
Length: 838 words by LibreOffice count
Warnings: I am stupid. Hilarity ensues.
Summary: Shizuka really likes ice cream.
It was unseasonably hot the day they arrived in the Queen's capital of Gainos. Many women lined the streets working at food stalls, wearing little on their bodies so they could stay cool. Not that this was an unusual sight; quit the contrary, one would grow up wondering if anyone in this land knew how to dress themselves proper at all. The only one wearing more than a bikini or apron was Tomoe, though she was always prudish. Tomoe was a holy woman, and her shrine maiden's outfit reflected her purity, showing not more than it had to despite the heat. Her best friend Shizuka was draped in a skimpy ninja's outfit, the horns on her headband reflecting in the sun. She took a hand up to her brow and wiped some sweat off, giving Tomoe a huge grin, as she usually did.
“Hey, we made it! To think we arrived in the perfect weather to eat ice cream in, too! Come on, Tomoe, let's hurry before they run out of stock! I can't wait to try it!” said Shizuka, already making her way to a nearby stall before the shrine maiden could even think to protest, picking up a pouch and jingling it, the coins inside ringing about. The stall was lined with many different tubs, each one with a different flavor. The poor ninja had no idea which one to choose, ordering up a huge bowl with a scoop of each, complete with all the toppings it could hold and a hard waffle cone bottom to soak it all up. A single red cherry adorned the top of the sweet pile, the food already beginning to soften under the hot sun.
The two found a spot to sit under a nearby tree, Shizuka giving Tomoe a spoon before digging in. The shrine maiden sighed and took a couple of dainty, clean bites, acting perfectly mannerly as she watched all the scantily clad warriors walk by, sighing at how unashamed they were. Though when she turned to vocalize her complaints to her friend, she was met with an even more shocking sight.
Shizuka was spooning the dessert up by the mouthful, barely remembering to swallow in between bites. Thick globs in a rainbow assortment of colors begin to drip down her chin, smeared across her lips. The drops happily made their way down her chin and neck slowly, stickying the hungry girl up, letting out a delighted snort as she slobbered up what she could off of herself, tongue sticking out. Her saliva mixed with the remnants of the cream and chocolate sauce, making her drip down into the bowl again and in her own lap, grinning as she continued to make a damn fool mess of herself.
“S-Shizuka!” shouted Tomoe, an expression of complete horror across her face. How could she do something this vile and dirty in her presence? She wanted to scold her, but the words would just not form. It was like watching a wolf devour its prey. Except the wolf was on a sugar binge instead of its fur matted and red with warm blood.
As she made her way towards the bottom of the bowl, the remnants had long since formed into a strangely colored pile of ice cream and sauce. The ninja picked it up and begin to chug it like one would a mug of ale, getting it sloppy all over her face and down the sides of her breasts. The pale skin of her torso was marked with greens and reds and yellows, running down further across her stomach and eventually tangling in her hairs and down her thighs. When she was done, she set the bowl down, taking a bit of waffle cone out and making her fingers and palms soaked and sticky with what it had soaked up, shoving it down her throat.
All that was soon left was one bit of cone and the cherry. Shizuka took her sticky, goopy hand, putting it around Tomoe's neck and shoulders, it running off her fingers and staining her friend's top. Tomoe gasped in protest, more so at how filthy this all was than anything else, the ninja smooshing her face happily against her cheek. She took the rest of the cone and the cherry, force-feeding it to Tomoe. After swallowing, she felt her friend's lips and tongues lap up what had been smeared onto her face, making Tomoe blush brightly.
“That...That was the stuff of legends! No wonder these westerners like it so much, Lady Tomoe!” Shizuka said, grinning wide and giggling. When all of it was devoured, the bowl was returned, the stall owner delighted to see just how much it was enjoyed, Shizuka paying what was due in stickied yen and saying she'd be back for more later.
Tomoe would spend much longer in the baths at their hotel that night, her sleep plagued with visions of her friend on a wave of ice cream coming to devour all in its path.
