Strange Love

"Hold still, Sakura!"
Tomoyo shouted, the pins and needles in her hand twitching at the sheer joy of touching "her Card Mistress."

"Tomoyo-chan, you don't have to go throu..."
Sakura started.

"Tomorrow- tomorrow," Tomoyo chimed smiling cheerfully, "Tomorrow, if Kaho-sensai keeps her promise, we will try yuri..."

Sakura gave her a nervous look. She took a breath, her thoughts came back to the soccer team. How she must of served four, five, or was it six different guys. It did not matter really, her pink cheeks was enough to have another try - at least let one of them in the only vergin place left she had, her ass.

Tomoyo chimed, "I want to make something perfect for that day, that day..."

"Um- won't we be in uniform?"
Sakura tried to avoid being dressed like "the Murder Princess" (Code Geass, partial reference - Clamp did character designs.) She liked the series; but, she would have preferred Kallen or CC.

"Oh," there was a dejected tone, she cursed, "Damn rules, damn school rules. Why do we have to wear uniforms? IT ruins our individuality..."

"The rules don't say anything about underwear," Sakura said hoping to get out of another fitting. She enjoyed the clothes, but the touching by Tomoyo was still rather weird.

"Oooh, you are so right!"
A couple snips of the scissors, the fabric fell to the floor.

Her eyes gazed at Sakura for a long time. Sakura proceeded to cover herself up, blushing. Tomoyo put up her thumb estimating the new look, "Lace? Satin? Silk? Leather? Fur? PVC? Let me see..."

"Unh, how long am I going to stand here?"

"Why not," a curled smile, "I haven't worked in that or that in a long while... You don't mind it, do you, Sakura-chan," she blinked her eyes begging.

"Sure," Sakura said.

The next thing she knew there was another couple snips, she was totally naked. Blushing, she looked at her clothed friend thinking of the fact that her father was at home and she was standing here in her birthday suit...

But not for long, softly, caringly Tomoyo's hands want over her body. Her shoulders, down her arm, her waist...
Tomoyo gathering every subtitle touch, every squeak and coo from her best-friend. Her hands found themselves around Sakura's breasts, checking the curve from the top across the flick and gorge out inch-long nipples.

Sakura cooed, her eyes rolled back, "Tomoyo... please... not that..."

"Okay, we can wait," slowly, making sure to touch every precious part of her friend a new pair of underwear took shape molding around Sakura's puffed pussy and breasts, "I dress you in what I like so you can take it off for me..."

"Hoe? What," Sakura blinked clueless to the reference.

"There! Done!"
Tomoyo chimed.

Sakura's body ached - she had been standing there for four hours letting her friend molest her and dress her. And yet she had not even got a chance to look in the mirror to see what Tomoyo put her in. This was the best part of being dressed by Tomoyo - the ever so innocent touching, the ever so innocent dressing, and the anticipation of what she would find herself in.

"Mmm-ooh," Tomoyo began to lick her lips, “You are so delicious, I just want to eat you all up!”

Nervous at the look Sakura looked at her friend wondering if they were going to try out yuri before class.

Ding-dong!

The door-bell rang, immediately Sakura poured cold water on that possibility shouting, "I will get it!"

Picking up he pajama top, she put it on and rushed to the door carrying the pajama bottoms with her. She tried to put them on as she rushed to the door.

"Damn," Tomoyo cursed, the strap-on in her purse was aching for use. Sighing, "Might as well go to the bathroom..."

Sakura arrived at the door, her pajama bottoms barely on as she opened it giving the person there a sheer thrill. Her green eyes looked at the blush of Kanio and what looked like two members of the Mohican gang (Tsubasa - Hanshin Republic), "How may I help you?"

"Delivery," the second Mohican said pointing to a large box, "We will need someone to sign for Mister Kinomoto."

"I am his daughter," she signed, cheerfully ignorant at them ogling her.

"So, where do you want it," Kanio asked, his cheeks pink at seeing a half-dressed angel, his hands hesitantly pointed to a large crate, “Where do you want it, miss?”

“Sakura,” a smile, “I know it is quite the trouble, but could you not place it in the living room or the kitchen I just cleaned it,” she finally hiked the pajama bottoms into proper place, “How about the basement, please?”

“Sure, sure,” Kanio clapped his hands together, his eyes never leaving her lips, “Anything you wish, angel.”

The fat male in the Mohawk proceeded t direct his lackeys to do as she said. Had she asked him to strip down and bark like a dog, he would probably do so. He stepped in front of his men so that only he got a view of her from behind…

The ever swaying of her body an alluring prospect. The new underwear was a real problem. Around her plump breasts, it was not much. It just felt a little strange - like hugging the lion-sized Keroberos. The bottoms on the other hand felt rather weird…

Her thoughts of her guardian beast continued to the door that lead to the place they first met - her father’s basement library. Her hand timidly turned the knob, the with each step the weird feeling across her pubes persisted - her mind wondered as she headed down the steps…

* * *

“Onigeri! Bean-paste,” the little winged creature cried, “No!! I lost! My game!”
Sakura’s legs had gotten tangled up in the video game’s cords tossing the food onto the floor and cutting of the connection to the TV.

“Sakura-kun!”
The angry beast flew up to meat her nose snarling, “I will have to start all over again! I was so close in the Chobits (Chobits) Dating Sim!”

She started, “It isn’t that bad…”

“It was the super-secret Miyuki-Chan option… I was so close to play it where Miyuki replaces that guy, Miyuki getting Chi or one of the other girls!”

(Miyuki-Chan in Wonderland, Miyuki has a habit of crossing over with other series, so Miyuki x cast of Chobits is possible!)

“I am so sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry,’ she bowed looking at the mess and the game-over screen, “How about I make it up for you, Kero-Chan?”

“How?”
His tail went swish, swish, swish, “You ruined the food, you ruined the game!”

“How about a different kind of game - that you and I have never played before?”

“If it is fetch, forget it! I am a cat, so I am not interested!”

“How about this,” she stepped out of her pants leaving her panties inside of them.

“Not much of a game, I seen that before with Tomoyo,” he wings flicked.

Taking handfuls of the onigeri and bean-paste, dabbed it over her pubic hairs and across her sweat-spot. Grabbing the beast form the air, Sakura placed it over the food, “The game is not to let the food go to waste…Why don’t you eat it all up?”

“What?”

“Such sweet onigeri… Such nice and sweet bean-paste, I made it so special,” her leading voice was replaced with mans and the rough touch of the little animal’s tongue. His soft fur brushing against her soft fur, his rough tongue dabbing up every item of food, and his paws dancing ever so lightly against her clit.

“Ohh, Kero,” her hands cupped her breasts lightly teasing them, “Do you like?

“Muh! Good!”
Kero paused to swallow a bit of food and a bit of her brown hair, “What fine bean-paste!”

By now, her womanly juices had begun to flow. Shouting in pleasure, she nodded curling her toes in delight, “Why don’t I serve you food like this always?”

“I will think about it,” his sandpaper tongue went for the source of such delicious honey.

* * *

Her dream quickly ended tripping on the last step.

“Are you alright, Miss?”
Kanio asked her getting a view of her ass upended on the basement floor...

“Owie…”
She rubbed her head.

Immediately he rushed down trying to offer his hand to her, “Are you allright?”
His foot also connected with the loose step, landing right on top of her ass.

She could feel it his pudgy penis right against her butt.

Quickly, the two jumped away from each other bowing profusely, “I am sorry, no I am sorry, no I am more sorry.”

“Hey, boss, how long are you going to play grab ass?”
One of the men asked, “We do have more deliveries…”

“Just be careful,” Sakura warned not letting them or the large box land on her too, “The last step is loose.”

Missing the bottom step, Kanio and his gang opened the large box. There sitting on the top of packing popcorn was a handwritten note -

“Professor. Returning this to the one who discovered it. Makes a very pathetic cake-knife. Love, The Man with 20 Faces.” (Man with 20 Faces)

She saw it there partially sticking out of the box was the hilt of a sword. Curiously, she dove her hands in pulling out a long curving sword. Here over-whelming her arms was one of her father’s first discovery as professor of archeology - the famed RG Veda Sword.
(RG veda sword was reportedly stollen by 20 Masks in Man with 20 Faces)
On its first display, the mysterious thief stole it before god and everyone.

The sword was too heavy, she set it back onto the box and explained it significance.

“That is wonderful,” Kanio cursed, “That vile villain returned it to you…”

“Actually, I didn’t think he was that bad - though rather short,” she gave smug chuckle remembering the time she was a thief herself. Then she tilted her head for a second, “Though I hate to say something between 20 Masks and the Treasurer of Clamp Campus….”

(Akira Injin - appears in “Man with 20 Faces” as a mysterious thief; “Clamp Campus Detectives,” as class treasurer; “Ducklyon,” as student , X1999 manga, treasurer of Clamp Campus; later appears in Tsubasa)

The case was set down on the basement floor.

The gang started to leave, Sakura caught Kanino by the hand, “Like to continue grab-ass,” she flushed red.

“Um-….”

“Come on, boss, or we will leave you behind!”

They started the truck and slowly it started to pull out….

Meanwhile Kanio was fallen down atop of Sakura, Tomoyo giggled to herself sitting on the toilet thinking how cute Sakura looked in her leopard-print socks. She reached over to the toiler paper roll and…

RI-IP.

Tomoyo was faced with a problem. There was less than half a sheet in her hand.

“Damn it! Damn it to Hell!”

A knock at the door as she searched for a replacement roll, “Are you all right?”
Fujitaka’s voice. Tomoyo flushed red. Her skirt laid on the floor, her panties were around her ankles and she had forgotten to lock the door.

The door swung open on the next knock. There stood Sakura’s father peering at the long-haired girl in half-buff.

Placing her hand over her crotch, Tomoyo blurted out trying not to scream, her voice barely there, “I can’t find any toilet paper… It is not where it would be at my house…”

Unfortunately, he looked own. First at the empty spool. Then across the tiles at Tomoyo’s skirt. Curiosity aroused, his brown eyes moved further to the side and up. There around one ankle laid her striped panties. Up her alabaster leg to the promise behind her delicate hands - her pussy.

Coughing, trying not to look, ‘I love my wife, I love my wife, I love my wife,’ he reached into the cabinet. His head almost eye-level with her pubic hairs, “It is in here.”

“Oh,” Tomoyo leaned down, removing one hand giving him a brief glimpse before she placed her skirt before it.

Edging by her, almost brushing against her soft skin, Fujitaka tried to put the roll into place. He tried four different times. His eyes kept wondering else where - to Tomoyo and how only a bit of fabric in her hands was guarding something so precious, to the soft curve of her ass, and to his dreams.

The bell rung again. There stood Kanio. He brutally cursed his gang. He took a breath, he was covered with seat. He had given up chasing the truck after half a block. He bowed, “May I use your phone?”

“Sure,” he gave a smile that sent shivered down his spine, “You came back to play?”

Once the roll in place, she had slipped her other leg into her panties.

Tomoyo began dabbing the paper across her defined ass and her pussy. With each soft touch the paper seemed to get damper and damper. Maybe it was because he was watching her. He was still there. Glancing at him she could see that his penis was straining against it confines and his fight with his libido.

“Why not?”
She reached back and yanked down his zipper, “If you need to go, sensai, be my guest. I do not mind.”

His penis sprung instantly out of the left side of his briefs.
Trying to ignore it, he grabbed her panties and pulled them up ever so slowly. His fingers feeling every inch of her calves, her knees, her thighs…
He set them to re-cup around her pussy and ass, “There, better? Are you done?”

“What about you,” her finger brushed against his briefs, “You don’t want or need anything?”

“Yes…”
Rationality made full retreat. His curving member began to rub against the fabric and curve of her ass letting out a coo of encouragement, the penis curved forward under her soft crotch to peak out and cradle her pussy…

Tomoyo shivered at the touch against first her ass, then the way his penis slipped right under its crack and across her pussy. She looked how it stuck out in front…
She could not help look down as she clutched the toilet box. She could not help think the obvious - “dick-girl” reference and the thrilling thought of where she would use such an addition.

Back and forth, up and down, Fujitaka alternated between the curve of her cloth-covered ass and arching up before her pussy. The lather of the feel - he groaned grapsing his penis aiming its pre-cum into the toilet…

She looked down seeing this…
His cum. Her urine.

He pulled away horrified at what he had done, ‘I love my wife, I love my wife. Good, god, what have I done?’

Tomoyo picked up her skirt, hooked it back on, and then touched her crotch, “Oh dear, it is wet… Looks, like I have to go again…”
Slowly, she started to move her panties down, “Right, sensai?”

For him that word “sensai” was a turn-on. To hear it from his students was a joy to hear. And when Nadeshiko was alive, it was almost the same as “darling,” “lover,” and “husband.” He gave a long smile, “I have a better idea, Tomoyo-chan…”

“What is that?”
She tilted her head to look back at him…

Face covered with Kanio’s cum…
Sakura waved him good-by as the taxi drove him off. She brushed a glob from her cheek, “He almost came more than onii-chan…”
She headed up the stairs, “I wonder what Tomoyo? would think…”

The golden-haired girl watched half surprised as her long-haired friend was being carried bridal-style right into Touya’s room. Tip-toeing she watched in pure fascination…

Laid on Touya’s bed, she watched her father part from her with a kiss…
Tomoyo pulled him back with a kiss, her arms around him.

He again parted from her, slipping off her shirt exposing her bra.

Tomoyo looked at him not even seeing her friend spying on them beyond the door.

He motioned placing his hand on her waist just under her bra-line, “Would you turn over?”

A nod, Sakura watched her friend turn over on her brother’s bed. Watching as Tomoyo moved, his hands slipped over her breasts fondling them. Once in place, his hands freed the breasts from their confines and then slipped down the waist.

She cooed in delight.

Slowly, subtlety his hands slipped the panties down pulling them off the molding around her pussy and ass…