That Darn Rushuna!

Grenadier is the property of outside companies and I claim no ownership over it or its characters.

Authors Note: Quick, limey one-shot that I thought up. I'm surprised there isn't a section for Grenadier here, considering the busty, blonde babe as its heroine and all the equally large-chested women that apparently roam around that area >>

:)

Guide:
" " -character is speaking
' ' -character is thinking

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Grenadier-That Darn Rushuna
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Small, barely orange embers signaled in the dark night sky that a fire was close to fizzling out. A lone camp of three made their night's rest here, having come far over the last three weeks from the capital city where the Empress resides. The samurai, Yajiro, huddled over the barely burning fire in an attempt to warm his toes...and quell the roaring his stomach made.

"Tch!" he scoffed when he realized the coals weren't getting any hotter. Being very careful not to disturb the sleeping smiling senshi (as he liked to say while she was passed out) or the small girl who surrounded herself in a mountain of soft, rubbery balloons, crept into a small clearing near a tree and collected small branches and kindling for the fire. It was getting late, and both girls were fast asleep.

The, what Yajiro counted as, the fifteen tremendous grumbling his stomach made since his companions had fallen asleep, leaned back and groaned himself.

"Four days without food..." he complained, hoping the piece of straw he put in his mouth would fool his stomach. It didn't.

Traveling with Rushuna and Mikan had it's downfalls, bandits who sought their gold (or bodies), perverts who just sought their bodies (and one really WEIRD old man who eyed Yajiro more than he did the girls), and strong fighters wishing to test their strength against the Grenadier. But mainly, and this hurt them more than any bullet, sword, or arrow...they were broke.

But wait! There was food, just a small amount though. Yajiro remembered passing a tree bearing large, scrumptious, red apples just a day and a half ago. Rushuna and Mikan had finished off most of the apples, but Yajiro, figuring himself smarter than both of them, had a surprise.

Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a large apple, bigger than his fist he surmised. Oh how beautiful it was, the burning fires flashed it's brilliant, red body. He could eat it in one bite, but that would ruin the point.

Rushuna moaned and shifted under blanket, cathing Yajiro's attention. He looked at her sympathetically for a moment, then at Mikan. They were hungry too, by their moods a couple hours ago. In retrospect, it would be awful to eat this large apple without at least sharing a piece of them. Sure, Yajiro could eat this entire thing without any help, but it wouldn't be fair to either of them.

Yajiro smiled, "But it would be awful to wake them up too!"

'There is truly only one way to eat an apple,' Yajiro thought, holding the thinnest part of the apple with his teeth and carefully rummaging through his bag. It was easy for him to slice it in mid-air with a couple quick swings of his sword, but that was too noisy. A small knife would do the job just right, just needed to find it first.

'Got it!' A small paring knife emerged from the leather rucksack, and for a second he wondered if such a tiny thing could go through such a beautiful piece of fruit like this. But as soon as the thought popped in his mind, he shrugged it off.

"Itadakimasu!" He whispered loudly, placing the knife to the top of the apple. A fitting death for such a magnificent...

"Oh Yatchan..."

'SHIT!' He screamed in his mind. There's no telling what kind of devious things Rushuna would do to him to get that apple from him, and he didn't want to know. Quickly, he tugged it under his arm opposite from her.

Yajiro waited, he waited for Rushuna to wake up and give him the biggest puppy-dog eyes he'd ever seen, or try to act like an innocent schoolgirl, or worse, get angry. But nothing came, just silence.

'Is...Is she dreaming about me?' He thought. Surely they had been through a lot together, and she was one to be open to exposing her body around him. Maybe...

'Naw,' and with that pulled the apple out of his armpit. "Itadakimasu..." he said again, except saying it much, much softer than before.

"Yatchan...it's so big..."

The knife missed the apple completely and slashed his hand. Knowing better than to yelp, daring to wake up the smaller, angier one, he grabbed a cloth and wrapped it around his hand. But something was wrong...Rushuna was still talking...still moaning...

"Yatchan...I can't..." her body arched upward and she stifled a moan. It was at this point, that she had Yajiro's complete attention.

He gulped, wondering what the heck he was witnessing here. Is she dream...? Am I...? Could she be...?! He glanced over her body, the bright fire showing her many curves and busty. And...

'SHE IS!'

There, tucked gently underneath her belt sash, was her hand. Underneath her skirt, fingers made waves of the smooth cloth and made her body follow in motion. If his nose bled would it still make him a pervert? Technically he wasn't the one in the perverted act.

"NYA!" She arched upwards further, sending her skirt gently sliding past her long, creamy, smoothly shaven legs. So much in fact that her panties became exposed as they came to life with crawling fingers.

Yajiro tried desperately to think of ways to distract himself from this spectacle that played out in front of him. Her skirt was no more than a dressing for the ground, fully exposing her furious fingering and soft, white panties. Rushuna moaned again, rocking her body back and forth as she tried to keep it low. But she couldn't.

"Oh Yatchan!" she yelled, slamming her rear into the ground only to raise it up further than before. The only parts of her body that lie on the ground at this point were her head, neck, and arm (even that was brought to her face for her to bite on).

The rucksack in Yajiro's hands tore with little resistence at the mention of his name, firing off a pressured stream of blood from his right nostril. Rushuna's panties slid past her waist, and wrapped tightly around the middle of her thighs. Her free hand came up to her chest and forcefully pulled down the top of her clothing that barely contained her massive busom during normal hours, now freeing the large, erect nipples and round, pillowy breasts that Yajiro was only privleged to see twice before (this made the third time).

Steam replaced blood as his eyes ran over Rushuna's twisting body like a starving wolf eyeing a stray lamb. She yelled again, digging her fingers into her now exposed vagina.

The once-free hand squeezed her right breasts so hard Yajiro thought it would pop. Alternating breasts, Rushuna would furiously rub and squeeze her nipples just as hard as she fingered herself. That soft, silky skin begged to be pleasured by something, someone other than herself. Yajiro couldn't control that immense feeling any longer, his fingers cracking as he slowly made his way to her body.

"Oh Yatchan...this meal is so wonderful!"

Yajiro's face hit the ground...hard.

'WHY DOES IT FIGURE SHE WOULD HAVE A SEXUAL DREAM ABOUT FOOD?! SHE'S TALKED ABOUT NOTHING ELSE FOR THE PAST TWO DAYS!"

Losing the hardening feeling in his pants, he quickly and angrily scooted away from her. Despite her continuing moanings he managed to pull the apple out again and started to circumfrence the apple with his knife.

"Nyaa! Mmm, oh god...Yatchan...all this is so...yummy...ah-aH-AH!"

'Hmph! If she's having a wet dream aboutfood she can just starve!'

But still, Rushuna continued to moan and call out his name. Indeed, she WAS calling his name out. Every instinct in his gut told him to leave it alone, she would settle down soon enough. So why, then, couldn't he keep his eyes off her?

Her butt jiggled as it slammed against the ground and back up again. Her hand that massaged her breasts reached down her other arm and around her naked thigh, scratching at her own skin that, even in the dim light, Yajiro could see her twitch from.

'Maybe it would be alright to get a better view of this...' He thought. With remarkable toe strength, he remained in an Indian-sit and moved closer to her, just enough so he could see her...hand more clearly.

Oh it was there, and it was working overtime. Hard overtime. Each finger moved on it's own, as if each digit had their own brain. Two would rub the lips, the delicate flowers of her pink pussy, another two would dig themselves deep into her dripping cavern, while the fifth worked over her barely visible nub of a clitoris. Yajiro gulped again.

Maybe a little closer wouldn't be bad.

Yelling his name again, he hesitate, but eventually made his way closer to her. He took note of how her enormous breasts bounced magnificently as she twisted her body with each deep thrust of her hand. Her fingers alternated positon, two would penetrate her, then one, then three. She only ever removed her hand from her clit for a second, missing it so bad apparently that they returned immediately. At points all five fingers would simply rub her entire vagina (which seemed to please her much more than the penetration, if only for a few seconds). There was no cycle to it, but it appeared as if her favorite position was to have two inside her, and three outside.

Her breasts, however, couldn't seem to be satisfied. That free-hand was lost in a wave of confusion, it's slender, delicate fingers squeezing one breast, then another, then the last only to retreat to her lower half to tickle the most sensitive parts of her thigh. Nipples larger than any coin Yajiro had ever held, they easily pressed in when Rushuna pushed. Her fingernails scraped and clawed at them often, sending her into spastic thrusts and gasps. It was an amazement that Mikan was still asleep.

'Thank God...' Yajiro thought.

"N-No more Yatchan...i'm gonna...I'm gonna...!" The left leg began to thrash violently, wanting to break free from the waist's deathgrip. Rushuna's chest swung fiercly with her body, as she turned side-to-side. Sweat dripped down her legs, chest, and face, before...

'Wait...' His eyes, now focused completely on her fingers that ground into her pussy, began to drip. It was much more viscous than any sweat he had seen come her body, or any other's for that matter. Her body was so high in the air...he would never get another chance like this again. With caution, he placed his palm under her thrashing body, directly below her beautiful pussy. His erection only hardened as he felt the tremendous heat pouring from her body.

"I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." Rushuna bit down on her bottom lip and let loose a thrill squeal, "Gonna...EXPLODE!"

Her left leg came up with tremendous force, nearly knocking Yajiro in the teeth. He was damned lucky his reactions were the best under stressful situations.

"Nyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Her orgasmic scream made his penis grow at least an extra inch (and still brought up the fact how HEAVILY both of these women slept). Her back arched towards the sky, as the final "ah-ah-ah's..." escaped her lips. With her right hand, she cupped her chest and brought it to her mouth, licking her erect tit, and she rolled over onto her stomach, panting heavily.

"What...the hell...am I supposed to do?" Yajiro hissed, battling his overwhelming desire to take her at that moment. But as much as a closet pervert he was, as gorgeous as Rushuna was, AS MUCH AS HE WANTED TO, he had a code of standards to live by, and this would violate at least ten of those. Luckily for him, it was all over.

"Yatchan...not dessert..."

Those thoughts quickly escaped his mind as her fingers crawled past her stomach and pinched her swollen slit.

'Son of a...bitch!'

Yajiro could see ner nipples peek out from her smashed breasts as her body rocked back and forth, hiding and exposing them over and over again. Although her moans and gasps were softer than before, they were still there, and they still did wonders to his still hardening erection.

Her fingers penetrated her walls again, this time caressing her pussy gently and with care. There was no doubt that she was still sensitive from the last several...ten minutes, and this was probably just something like an aftershock. It would be over soon.

Rushuna once again proved him wrong, her deep, stifling breasts becoming quicker, and more shallower. And when her other hand crowned the top of her buttocks, he knew why.

'NOT THAT! I CAN'T TAKE THAT!'

Indeed, after a couple seconds of play, Rushuna's middle finger wormed it's way into the clean, waiting lips of her anus.

'AARRRRGH!' Yajiro screamed in his mind, his face as white as a ghost from the loss of blood. Rushuna's moans picked up again, as loud as before, calling out Yatchan's name with the occasional, "It taste's soooooo good!"

'Oh god...(nya!)...what am I going (oh god!) to do...I mean she's right (motto! motto!) here, thining about me giving her (cakies!) dessert...she can't (NYA!) be dreaming about just that...(ah-ah-ah!)there's...there's gotta be something I can do! (No more! I can't take anymore!) WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!'

"Oh god Yatchan! More ice cream please! More ice cream!" Both hands pressed their fingers further into it's respective orafice, letting loose another yells. This time, Yajiro's was the louder.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

He gripped his head (the one with the less blood) and bolted away into the woods, ready to do the only thing he could do to relieve this immense stress that built up in his pants.

As soon as he was gone from eyeshot, Rushuna peeked an eye open from her awkward position. Giggling, she stuck her tongue out at the direction he went, a large smile on her face.

"Ru-chan...what's going on...?" Mikan asked, finally arousing from her slumber.

"It's nothing Mikan-chan," Rushuna said, adjusting her large chest into her outfit. She gasped as her breasts molded to her clothing, giggling again. She looked off at his direction and placed a (clean) finger to her mouth, "Gee...he lasted a lot longer than what I thought he would." Throwing her legs to her side, she reached over and snagged Yajiro's apple and knife, smiling to herself, "Although...I was kind of hoping he would hold out until the second time I came." Rushuna finished the cut Yajiro had made minutes earlier and popped the apple slice into her mouth, "At leash I know how da git Yacha from hording fud frum us." She swalled the remaing bits of the apple in her mouth, licking the sweet juices around her lips. "Maybe I'll let him help me next time," she said with a lilt in her voice, popping another piece of apple in her mouth.

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The next morning...

"Hey Yatchan!" Rushuna called out to him despite the fact he was standing right next to her, "Would you like a piece next time?!"

"YES! I! WOULD!" He replied in the most pissed off tone he could muster.

For some reason, Mikan thought that the apple her and Rushuna ate wasn't what he was talking about.

END

This was my first time writing a masturbation scene. I hope I did well enough. Ja ne!