By Take Me New

They were finally near the end. Only one battle yet laid before the team of Vice and Sakura, and they would then move on to the final championship. The stakes were high and the competition was fierce, but thus far the seemingly unbeatable team of the strange and morose Vice and the cheerful, exuberant Sakura had done quite well against all challengers. The last battle had been their greatest, where the duo had simply demolished an unimpressive team of Raiden, Zangief, and Dhalsim. The victory was fast but far from unearned, as by the end both Vice and Sakura had taken their fair share of pummeling. But the in the end the battle was won, and they now stood on the threshold of the battle leading to the champion.

The two women stood side by side, silently awaiting the arrival of the challenger. Their opponents’ names had been shrouded in mystery, and the two were both a little bit pensive about who the enemy may be. Vice stood, seemingly calm, with her hands placed firmly on her hips as she watched ahead, and waited. Sakura stood a little less composed, tapping her sneaker on the dirt nervously, and constantly swaying back and forth.

There were no news crews, and no one was around to witness the event. It made Vice cautious, and she slowly opened her mouth to speak of it to Sakura.

“I don’t like this, kid...” Her voice was just above a whisper, as if she was afraid of something. “No spectators...not even anyone here to announce the winner.” Sakura nodded her agreement, and continued to sway in pace.

“How do they expect to know who wins, then?” Her own voice was a little louder, but still worrisome and cautious.

“Probably because they expect only the winners to live.” Vice replied casually, and with that she drew her hand up towards her chin. She placed her fingers upon its base, and gently stroked it back and forth. “And since there’s no one else here...I’d imagine that they’re worried about the public’s safety, too.”

“Great.” Sakura replied sarcastically, and stopped suddenly in her swing. She squinted her eyes for just a second, and then suddenly thrust her right arm forward, pointing from behind her protective gloves.

“Look!” She cried, and then ran forward three steps to get a better look. “Something’s coming!”

Vice looked over to the horizon and saw that indeed, something was coming. In the light of the sun the figure looked like nothing more than a shadow, and in the distance it was hard making out any details. There was only one...a single competitor that no doubt thought it could take on two at a time. As the figure approached closer Vice could finally make out details, and she nearly stumbled back as she began to step back from her place.

“D...Damn!” Her voice was now laced with fear, instead of just the earlier worry. “It’s...it...”

“Look out!” Her words were cut off by Sakura’s cry, as the figure suddenly jumped forward from its place on the hill and lunged toward the two female competitors. Immediately Vice and Sakura both leapt towards different directions, and just barely escaped as a figure came crashing down where they stood, up kicking dirt and causing a small wave of sand up thrown to the air. The figure leaned back in an unnatural way, and it’s arms spread out as it gave a frightful shriek.

“Grrrrraaaaaaaw!” The figure’s voice echoed over the lonely land, and Vice bit down deep on her lip as she pulled herself to her feet.

“Iori!” Her voice was panicked, and she struggled for some plan of attack. “Damnit!” She watched past the still screaming Iori to where Sakura had brought herself to her feet. She was running towards the creature with all of her might, her right hand brought down near her chest as she prepared to swing into it with her fan pleasing uppercut. Vice thrust her own hand out, and shouted towards her friend.

“Sakura, don’t...!” Her voice only worked to alert their challenger, and just as Sakura approached him Iori spun, and drove his fist into her open stomach. Sakura paused, and dropped hard to the ground, clutching her ribs and moaning in a stab of pain. After felling the girl Iori turned to face Vice, whose mind was still reeling with possibilities of victory. She bit down on her lower lip hard, and her fists turned tight as she began to think.

It was impossible to beat Iori. Since his...change, he had been nearly invincible, and every person in the competition had been afraid of running into him to fight. Vice had never even seen him after his change, and she had hoped to never have to. She stumbled back in fear and caution as Iori advanced on her, and as she did so her left foot caught on a rock. She stumbled backwards, and onto the ground.

Immediately she sat up, and was about to rise herself to her feet when she noticed her own body lying. She looked down past her waist and saw her legs, covered only in dark stockings from the upper thigh down, looking sensual and daresay sexy, all the way down into her cutoff boots. Her trench coat was split open wide, revealing the dark black panties she wore to confuse and throw off the mindset of her enemies. Her mind flashed, and for a moment she pondered the notion of working her feminine wiles in the same fashion she would any other, but as she saw Iori approaching she realized it would take much more than just a sight of panties or a touch of the leg. Her teeth let go of her lip, and she brought herself to her feet. With the energy she could muster she ran hard towards Iori, and as he swung at her midsection she daintily stepped from his range, and then swept back in at him with intention to win. Her hands rose up high and her movements were quick, but she did not choose to deliver an attack. Instead she grabbed the sides of Iori’s bruised head, and pulled his mouth down into hers. She kissed him deep, her tongue exploring his mouth as best it could, and much to her surprise her plan had seemed to work. Instead of attacking or lunging at her with another brutal assault Iori’s arms dropped and hung limp at his sides, obedient and enslaved, enraptured by her kiss. As she noticed the window to victory Vice forced her tongue harder into his mouth, and was even more surprised as she noticed his working as well, rubbing against her own and tangling around her lips. Suddenly Iori pushed Vice away, and then looked at her with a demented look within his eyes. He made crude motions with his hands, and more than once had to swing his head to the side, to dislodge the long hair that so often fell in front of his face.

His hand motions were simple and crude, gesturing both to himself and then to Vice, and then finally to Sakura who had gotten up from her beating and was watching the communication with interest. Vice watched the same gestures as Iori repeated them two or three times, and by the end the demented man was getting frustrated, and began to make inaudible grunts along with the vivid motions. Finally Vice smiled, and slowly nodded her head.

“Sure.” She said calmly, and then looked over to Sakura.

“What is it?” Sakura called out, and winced against as her stomach rang with some residue of pain.

“He wants us.” Vice replied, smiling wide. “Both of us. If he gets us, he’ll leave.”

“What?” Sakura’s face upturned at the gesture she had just been made, but as she regarded Iori she simply sighed, and looked back towards Vice. Iori was frightening, no doubt, but it would be better to do it and to move on in the tournament, than to refuse and get a beating at the creature’s hands. She slowly nodded, and then stepped up to trot over to the pair.

As she was in the process of approaching Vice walked closer towards Iori, and began to drape her hands along his body. She reached down across his chest and along the muscles in his back, and occasionally allowing both hands to trail along his front and rear, groping at the things that laid underneath the tattered, torn clothing. Vice smiled, and lean her head down to suckle upon Iori’s neck, and her tongue lashed out to tickle at the ragged skin. Much to her surprise and pleasure Iori didn’t taste as bad as one would think, despite his zombie-like appearance and the odd way with which he behaved. His smell was quite pleasant as well, and for a moment Vice pondered asking him if he wore some type of cologne. The thought made her smile, and her hands worked a little harder on his body.

Soon Sakura caught up with the pair, and wasting no time took Iori into his hands as well. Soon the two women were pawing over the creature many deemed as an uncontrollable beast, and before long they were both licking and sucking at his neck, and then down towards where his neck met his shoulders. A long grunt from Iori told the pair that he was ready for me, and they responded by both moving down, their hands simultaneously gripping the rim of his tattered slacks and pulling down, as they both knelt to the dirt. As they removed his pants they were both treated to the sight of his rather large cock, larger than most either had seem, but still almost small compared to what they expected from a creature so rampantly vicious. Both girls knelt in front of their offering, and smiled to one another as their eyes fixed upon it.

“This might be fun.” Sakura beamed wide, and with her left hand reached up to take the mass of Iori’s sack. Vice smiled a similar grin, and her right hand enclosed over Sakura’s.

“I know it will be.” She remarked calmly, and with her other hand reached up, to steady the hilt of Iori’s dick. As if controlled by a similar thought both women put their lips on his member, down near the base where Vice’s hand was laid. And then with a sweeping motion they both pulled their heads back, over the entire length of Iori’s shaft, from the base to the tip, simultaneously drawing a kiss over its length. Iori grunted again, pleased, and both women could feel a strong hand laid upon their heads. Without another sound from any of the three Sakura and Vice continued their motion, drawing back and forth on Iori’s cock, spreading the saliva of two young sensual women across the fierce dick of a demon. Moisture dropped from the shaft of Iori, a long stream of spit that had accumulated after about seven runs. Noticing the long twine of saliva falling to the ground Vice quickly worked to push her own head down, and catch the trail upon her tongue. She collected the entirety of the spit as she worked her head back up, and eventually cradled the head of Iori’s dick in her tongue, along with the saliva that had nearly fell. She took the top of his dick in her tight, wet mouth, and began to bob back and forth on it, while Sakura moved to lick around the base.

The creature grunted and made odd noises, and soon Vice’s mouth was enveloping the entire length of Iori’s cock, not quite to the base but still rather close. She was deepthroating the demon as well as any woman could, and the creature reacted to the treatment with the sounds of a pleased madman. Meanwhile Sakura had moved around below, and had taken one of his balls into her waiting mouth. She sucked and licked and rolled it in her mouth, and with her free hands gently massaged the other one that was free. The two women continued their actions, into Iori finally began to grunt faster. Soon his grunts turned into an elongated howl, and Vice’s mouth was forced off of the head she sucked so diligently. She coughed once but kept her head back, and with an open mouth captured what she could of Iori’s cum, collecting it with what had been shot directly into her mouth. Sakura noticed the action and immediately leaned forward to assist, but soon she found the most she could hope to assist with was licking up the length of Vice’s chin, to gather what was dropped and run it into the other woman’s mouth. Before long Iori had finished, and Vice still held her mouth open and out, her face marked with sperm and her lips coating in the slimy coating she had received. Sakura smiled and took the other girl’s hands in her cheeks, and then drew their mouths together for a kiss. Iori’s semen was shared between the two girls mouths, and after a few seconds time they had both coated their faces in cum, spreading and licking as they played with their reward.

Vice smiled, and looked up to where Iori still watched over them. His face was turned to a smile, and Vice realized it was the most sane she had seen him look yet. His hands rested again on their heads, and Vice realized then that he was still ready for more. The older woman laughed softly, and raised a finger to her cheek to scrape some of the cum off.

“All right.” She replied to the non verbal request, while she slipped her collecting finger into her mouth to accept the stray offering. She swallowed it up without a second thought, and then reached out to Iori’s shirt to begin to pull him down. Sakura and Vice watched as Iori took the hint, and knelt down on the ground with his cock still hanging forward, as erect and as vibrant as it had ever been. Vice and Sakura looked to one another once more, and smiled wide to themselves at the fun they could have with the toy that they were offered.

After a moment’s preparation Vice was laid on her back, with her panties removed but the rest of her clothing intact. Her long, sexy stockings were spread out along her legs, and she held her thighs wide apart to show the sight of her fresh, pink pussy. Her trench coat laid under and around her, and she revealed to the pair all that needed to be seen. With a motion she touched the top of her sex, and rubbed it in a slow, inviting way.

“Come and get me...” She said to Iori, who seemed to need no further encouragement. Like the beast he was he charged forward without care, and in a swift motion engorged his cock into Vice’s gaping cunt, shoving it into the hilt on the very first thrust. Vice moaned instantly in a mixture of pleasure and surprise, and her hands slapped to her breasts, massaging them and groping them beneath the cloth of her shirt. Iori’s hands gripped tight to the end of Vice’s legs, holding them right where her dark shoes ended and lifting them high, so that the grip of her cunt would get tighter on his dick. He thrust back and forth with a speed and pressure Vice had never experienced, and the two made equivalent noises, Vice with moans and Iori with grunts.

Though only seconds had passed Iori had plowed into Vice nearly twenty five times, and Sakura was growing steadily worried that she wouldn’t get in on the action while it lasted. Without a word of warning she stripped off her own panties, and wearing only her blouse and her pleaded skirt, sat atop Vice’s open face.

“Make me cum!” She demanded, and her hands reached out to grab Vice’s breasts hard through the cloth of her shirt. Vice needed no further order, and in seconds Sakura was receiving treatment as well, in the form of Vice’s tongue coursing up and down the length of her pussy. Sakura moaned and rode hard on Vice’s face, pushing back and forth along her mouth, rubbing the rose of her ass into the very end of the older woman’s nose. With a quick motion Vice’s tongue left Sakura’s pussy and trailed back into her ass, where her muscle stretched in deep and stretched the walls of Sakura’s opened portal. Her right hand reached up to resume work at Sakura’s cunt, and before long she had her tongue lodged in her ass and her fingers playing piston in her twat. Sakura moaned and only squeezed Vice’s tits harder, grinding and forcing herself upon Vice’s face all the harder as her tiny ass got licked. She stretched over to Iori who she was facing, and licked at his neck as he continued to thrust Vice’s body.

Before long the three were moaning in unison, though Iori’s voice naturally grunted more than anything. Sweat was shared amongst the three and soon the effort of sex threatened to pay off, and all three could feel the budding of their climax. Sakura was the first to feel it, and as she shook she nearly fell off of her place on Vice’s face. Her entire body trembled with lust, and as her body released she could feel the tongue of Vice move from her ass and towards her cunt, where it licked and lapped to get every drop of juice. Sakura fell from her place on Vice’s face, and moaned as she laid back, rubbing her pussy absently, relishing in her aftermath.

With a moan and a few hard pants Vice began to cum shortly after, and her sounds of lust were accented by vulgar words that sprung from her mouth with all the tact of a whore making a fortune.

“Yes, fuck me, fuck me...!” She breathed out hard and fierce, and thrusted hard down on Iori when he thrust up. “Harder, harder, yes, yes...I’m going to...”

Her sentence was cut off as she shouted violently, and came around the length of Iori’s thick mass. Her pussy vibrated and shook around his pole, and both of them trembled from the sensation that it caused. A loud shriek emanated from Iori, and soon Vice could feel his cock release into her, filling her cunt with the cum it so desperately wanted to fire forth. He pulled out shortly after, and Vice could feel cum running down from her hole. She smiled, and dropped a hand to play and collect the seed, and brought it back up with three fingers coated it in. She smiled, and then reached out to where Sakura’s pussy lay open and rubbed. Vice’s hand pressed firmly into Sakura’s cunt, and spread Iori’s sperm around it, and then into it as Vice’s fingers plunged inside. She smiled at Sakura’s moan, and then brought the hand back to her mouth for cleaning. Iori simply watched, his eyes glazed and his mouth ajar, and then suddenly fell to the ground. The grunts were replaced by the sound of snoring, and Vice began to laugh.

“Congratulations, Sakura.” She smiled, and licked her lips. “We’re going to the championships.”