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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Mahou_Sensei_Negima!
  Relationship:
      Konoe_Konoka/Sakurazaki_Setsuna
  Character:
      Konoe_Konoka, Sakurazaki_Setsuna
  Additional Tags:
      Strap-Ons, Lolita, Genderplay, Community:_kink_bingo
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-02-08 Words: 5336
****** Genderscrew ******
by FallacyFallacy
Summary
     It's pretty simple – you can tell the minute you see them, right?
     Konoka is the girl and Setsuna is the guy. Obvious. Except,
     well...not entirely. Written for 'Pegging/Strap-Ons' for Kink_Bingo
Notes
     This thing started off as a Gender Play Kink_Bingo idea, and it
     shows... n.n;; Still quite fond of it, though! This is my first real
     Konoka/Setsuna fic... hope it turned out well... Setsuna's outfit in
     this fic comes from this_picture (on the right) and this_picture
     (only in blue), and Konoka's one comes from here (press the button to
     cycle through the pictures), only in yellow and with a print. (Ack, I
     know, why did I make it so complicated...well, mostly because I had a
     very good idea in my head of what they looked like even before I
     started looking, which was probably the problem...;;;) Unbeta-ed –
     any mistakes are mine and mine alone.
When she and Setsuna go out on a date, Konoka dresses like a girl. She wears a
short, poofy skirt that lengthens her legs and reveals her lacy blue panties
when the wind blows hard. She wears a delicate white top with spaghetti straps
and a bow in the middle. She wears a silver necklace in the shape of a
butterfly. She wears strappy sandles with a clasp. She wears a watch on one
hand – small and coloured – and a couple of bangles on the other. She wears a
flower-shaped clip in her hair, which she wears down. She wears make-up – not a
lot, just a little lip gloss and eyeshadow and mascara and a touch of blush,
but just enough to look pretty.
 
When she and Setsuna go out on a date, Konoka talks like a girl. Her voice is
naturally higher-pitched, and she doesn't try to lower it – when excited, she
raises it higher. She giggles and squeals and shrieks in surprise and I
excitement. She lengthens her vowels, emphasising the 'su' in 'desu'. She
always calls Setsuna 'Secchan' and pouts when Setsuna forgets to respond with
'Kono-chan'. She uses 'watashi' and all manner of feminine speak.
 
When she and Setsuna go out on a date, Konoka acts like a girl. She skips and
flounces and walks daintily. She clutches onto Setsuna's arm, pulling her
towards an adorable little jacket in this shop, see, right here, or cuddling
closer to her as they sit on a bench. She adjusts her clothes and hair as she
walks, and cries out when her panties are visible, blushing and embarrassed,
although the mood never resonates for too long.
 
She delights in cute things, examining cartoonish pink purses and patchwork
kitties walking down the street. She loves all kind of mystical energy, from
tarot cards to crystal healing to incense. She is physically weak but is imbued
with the magical power to heal.
 
Konoka is feminine.
 
When she and Konoka go out on a date, Setsuna dresses neither like a girl nor
like a boy. Sometimes she lets Konoka pick her clothes, and finds herself in
short, pastel-coloured shorts, knee socks, puffy-sleeved shirts, and beaded
chokers. Other times, she lets Konoka pick her clothes, and finds herself in
long, baggy jeans, striped collared shirts, black unbuttoned jackets, and
heelless boots. Sometimes she just wears her school uniform, offsetting the
short skirt with simple black bike shorts.
 
When she and Konoka go out on a date, Setsuna talks neither like a girl nor
like a boy. On some subjects she is firm and sure and quiet. On others, she is
hesitant, soft, and shy. Her voice is lower than a girl's, but higher than a
boy's. She uses the pronoun 'boku', even when speaking tentatively. She always
refers to Konoka as 'Ojousama' and blushes whenever forced to use the term
'Kono-chan'. If Konoka wishes it, however, it will be done.
 
When she and Konoka go out on a date, Setsuna acts like neither a girl not like
a boy. She walks stiffly and confidently at times, and yet slowly and
thoughtfully at others. She holds herself high and refrains from touching
Konoka, but subconsciously leans in whenever Konoka takes her arm. She flexes
one hand at her waist where she is used to feeling her sword, but uses the
other to pick up cute things that Konoka presses towards her.
 
She is unfamiliar with the overtly feminine, but is becoming more comfortable
day by day. She constantly keeps lookout for any possible danger to Konoka, but
relaxes when she finds none. She is physically capable and a master
swordswoman.
 
Setsuna is androgynous.
 
Therefore, a typical person would assume that these traits would carry on into
all things, including the bedroom. There, Setsuna would play the role of the
man and Konoka the woman. Setsuna would hold her lover down while thrusting
into her tight pussy, bringing her to orgasm. That would seem the obvious
conclusion to reach.
 
There is a lot about Konoka and Setsuna that is not obvious, and this is but
one.
 
*
 
Setsuna scrutinised herself in the mirror. Well, mirrors – she was completely
surrounded by them. An entire room of mirrors struck her as slightly
unnecessary, but she supposed Konoka-Ojousama's massive complex of a home had
to fill up its rooms some way.
 
It was the summer holidays again. At the beginning, Ojousama had offered to
send Mahora's entire 3-A class plus Anya to Kyoto to stay at her house, and
almost everyone had joined. (Only Evangeline-san had stayed behind, as usual;
Chachamaru-san had been uncertain at first whether to keep her company, but
eventually Evangeline had convinced her to come with the others. Even Chisame-
san had agreed to go with them, reasoning that Negi had to have someone around
him to keep him from being an idiot; Negi-sensei himself whole-heartedly agreed
with her reasoning.) Most had stayed for three weeks, but after that the Class
Rep had suggested that everyone go back to her beach house for the rest of the
summer. Now, it was just Konoka and Setsuna together for the next week – time
devoted entirely to just the two of them and spending time together. Setsuna
was enjoying it enormously.
 
The clothing she was wearing was new, and though not extremely different
compared to what she sometimes wore, of a noticeably distinctive style. She was
wearing a puffy white long-sleeved shirt with a cravat topped by a cameo at the
collar. That was tucked into a set of high-waisted puffy black shorts that
reached half-way down her thigh, the suspenders reaching over her shoulders.
Under those she wore a pair of black and white striped stockings and boyish
black shoes with a thick heel. Over all of this she wore a royal blue double-
breasted jacket with sleeves that reached down to her knuckles. To cap it all
off, so to speak, was a deep blue silk top hat on top of her head. Her hair was
tied back in a low ponytail, completing her boyish appearance.
 
She looked...good. Masculine, and yet oddly feminine at the same time. High
class and aristocratic enough to bring to mind pretty young girls more than
men, although striking and debonair. Usually when Setsuna wore men's clothing
it was more that of the simple, minimalistic warrior or the casual street kid
rather than some Western 18th-century gentleman, but it wasn't a bad look.
 
It felt rather strange, though. No matter how often Konoka dressed her up in
these clothes she would never get used to wearing such expensive, over-the-top
fashions. At heart Setsuna was pretty easy to please and uninterested in
material things and sometimes felt uncomfortable wearing things like that.
However, she'd be doing a disservice to her Ojousama if she implied that Konoka
herself cared a lot about money – no, she just loved to use it to make other
people happy, including Setsuna. That was just the sort of kind, wonderful
person she was. And if, in the process of making people happy, she could get to
try on all sorts of vogue fashions and see the people she loved wearing them,
too, that was just a bonus.
 
Sometimes other girls from the class joined in as well – Asuna especially, but
Makie, Yuuna, Ako, and the cheerleaders Madoka, Misa, and Sakurako as well. One
time even Chisame had come along, although the first time she saw one of
Konoka's wardrobes she'd gotten an odd expression on her face and locked
herself in, not coming out until it was time for everyone to leave. No-one
really understood much about that, really.
 
This time, though, it looked like it was to be just going to be her and Konoka.
Apart from the fact that no-one else was over today and it didn't seem like
they'd be going anywhere, there was the telling fact that Konoka had specified
a particular item of clothing for Setsuna to wear that she was unlikely to want
anyone else to see. Setsuna tried not to think of why that was so as she put
them on; luckily, they weren't terribly different to what she normally wore,
and quite comfortable, really.
 
Setsuna did have to wonder how, precisely, Konoka had ordered them, however.
 
If that was the case and they would be alone then Setsuna felt rather relieved.
The kinds of clothing her girlfriend had sought to dress her up in had often
been rather...outlandish, but that was especially the case when they were on
their own. The maid outfits and the swimsuits and the various uniforms...and
Setsuna still felt uncomfortable when she remembered the bunny suit.
 
Thank god not even Konoka's maids had seen her wearing that...
 
On the other hand, she felt rather excited, too. Usually Konoka liked to dress
up to match Setsuna's outfits (which usually helped to remove the sting of
wearing such embarrassing clothes...even if Setsuna didsometimes feel
uncomfortable that her Ojousama was wearing such peasant-like clothing) and
Setsuna found herself rather looking forward to what her equivalent of
Setsuna's princely outfit would be. Usually Setsuna felt strange wearing too
high-class clothing, especially when that put her on the same level as Konoka,
but she was becoming more and more used to the idea since they had started
going out. And, in an odd way, her outfit felt fitting – she was the handsome
protector of her Ojousama.
 
She smiled a little to herself just thinking of it. She and Kono-chan going
out...she still couldn't entirely believe it! She'd never have imagined that a
beautiful, intelligent, kind woman like Konoka-Ojousama could ever have felt
the same way as a working-class peasant like herself. Sometimes she felt a
twinge of awkwardness at the idea, like she was supposed to consider the whole
situation terribly improper, and she did...intellectually. But she felt...happy
when she was around Konoka like that, when she held her hand, or hugged her, or
kissed her, or...did other things with her which certainlywereterribly improper
and she blushed to think of them but they made Konoka happy so she had to do
them. (Also, they might feel a little bit good as well. Maybe.)
 
They'd made no secret of it – Konoka was just too outgoing and vibrant a person
to possibly stand for something so important being kept a secret. Setsuna was
sure she would never have been able to resist clinging to her girlfriend as
much as possible anyway, for whatever reason; Setsuna didn't really understand
why, however much she enjoyed it. The rest of the class had, of course, been
totally supportive, going so far as to throw a party in celebration, and even
if Evangeline frowned and Chisame just sort of nodded at her and Zazie was as
silent as ever, Setsuna knew deep down that everyone there – from Mana who
looked oddly thoughtful as she congratulated her to the twins who made kissy
noises the entire time to Negi who looked like the happiest boy in the world to
see his students together like this – was truly happy for her.
 
Even Konoka's grandfather had come around, even if his first response when
Konoka had declared her intention to stay with Setsuna had been a mournful
“But...how will you get married?” After the hammer to his head, Setsuna rather
thought the long speech about how they'd find a way and that by the time Konoka
became old enough girls might be able to marry other girls in Japan, anyway,
had been a little unnecessary, but she'd mostly stayed out of it. Afterwards,
Konoemon had stared at her scrutinisingly for several minutes before finally
concluding that Setsuna was much more manly than any of the other men he had
suggested in Konoka's many omiai, anyway.
 
Setsuna wasn't entirely sure what to think about that, but resolved to take
care of Konoka anyway.
 
And so somehow, in the months since she and Konoka had returned safely from the
Magical World and (mostly) resumed their normal lives and had truly begun their
relationship, Setsuna had almost gotten used to the idea. It still felt
exciting and new, and yet the lingering threads of unworthiness had almost
disappeared. Setsuna felt good.
 
Right now, though, she was looking forward to seeing what her girlfriend would
come out wearing.
 
There was a knock outside. When Setsuna called, one of the mirrors opened
inwards as a door and a young woman wearing a maid outfit entered.“Konoka-
ojousama instructed me to tell you to go to her bedroom presently,” she said
sweetly.
 
Setsuna blushed crimson; everyone knowing that she and Konoka were going out
was one thing, but she'd never get used to people knowing about them...them.
She coughed. “Thank you,” she murmured, averting her eyes as she walked through
the hallways to Konoka's room. It wasn't far away – this section of the house
was reserved for Konoka only – and after only a few minutes she found herself
before the door.
 
Hesitating for a moment, Setsuna took in a deep breath, and knocked on the door
to Konoka's bedroom.
 
“Come in, Secchan!” came Konoka-ojousama's delighted voice, and Setsuna
obligingly pushed the door, stepping inside the huge bedroom.
 
The minute she saw her ojousama Setsuna was dumbstruck. Konoka always looked
beautiful, of course, but in Setsuna's opinion she look especially wonderful
when she embraced her true nature as a woman of noble birth – a princess. When
she dressed as a cute young girl she was pretty, but when she dressed as the
ojousama she truly was she was stunning.
 
Konoka was wearing a knee-length pale yellow floral-print dress. It poofed out
massively at the bottom, the dress parting up to the bodice to reveal a pleated
white petticoat, frills framing the parting. Above that was a white, frilled
panel of small black buttons, the material pulling. Above that sat a big black
bow. Over her shoulders was a small matching cape attached just above the bow,
coming up her neck, frills framing it at all edges. On her arms she was wearing
long, white opera gloves that came over her elbow. She was wearing opaque white
tights and pretty black buckled shoes. She had curled her hair slightly, giving
it a beautiful wave, and a sparkling silver tiara sat atop her head. Finally,
her make-up was impeccable, the faint blush emphasizing her pink cheeks,
mascara lengthening her eyelashes, and just enough eyeshadow and lipstick to
bring out her natural colours without being too obvious.
 
She looked absolutely incredible.
 
“Uwaaa, Secchan...!” Konoka gasped, gloved hands going to her cheeks. “You look
so beautiful!”
 
Setsuna blushed – she had never entirely gotten used to Konoka complimenting
her, and especially not when she looked as beautiful as she did now.
 
“Ah, no – you look much more beautiful...!”
 
Konoka opened her mouth as though to complain, then close it thoughtfully.
“Then...handsome?”
 
“Ojousama...”
 
“Yes.” Konoka nodded her head, smiling. “You look extremely handsome!” She
began to walk, turning around Setsuna so she could observe every side of her.
“Heeeeh, you look just like a prince, Secchan! It's so cute!” She leapt into
Setsuna's vision again, suddenly taking Setsuna's hands. “I have a present for
you!” she said in a sing-song voice.
 
Setsuna frowned. “Is this not...”
 
Konoka giggled. “No, silly! This is just the beginning! Here-” She pulled on
Setsuna's, leading her over to her massive bed and gesturing for Setsuna to lie
down on it. Setsuna did, adjusting herself among the voluminous pink bedspread
and numerous pillows. Konoka smiled down at her, leaning forward with her hands
on the bed.
 
“I love seeing you like this, Secchan, all spread out on my bed for me...!”
 
Setsuna swallowed, cheeks heating. It had taken her a long time to accustom
herself to these feelings. She knew that it was perfectly natural to feel this
way with the one you love, regardless of what gender they are, but in practise
it was hard to apply. She was still unable to curb this overwhelmingly
flustered sensation whenever Konoka-ojousama would do such shameless things,
and even now she found herself adjusting her jacket nervously.
 
Konoka giggled again, the sound like tinkling bells to Setsuna's ears. “Awww,
there's no need to be embarrassed, Secchan!” She gazed into Setsuna's eyes
until the latter reluctantly nodded, before beaming again and turning to a
table behind her. “Don't worry!” she said soothingly as she opened a drawer.
“Just be calm. Close your eyes!” Feeling more relaxed already, Setsuna
complied. “I promise you'll enjoy this. We both will. It'll be soooo good,
Secchan, you'll love every minute of it!” The sound of clothing rustling.
Setsuna's imagination whirled – what could it be? She was so inexperienced in
these matters...really, it was just like Kono-chan to know about this sort of
thing, though. Konoka-ojousama was a lady, but she was an extremely
intelligent, curious lady. Sometimes her forwardness embarrassed Setsuna, but
she almost always appreciated it in the end. Ultimately, her girlfriend's
ability to be proactive and confident made her very proud.
 
“Okay! Open your eyes!”
 
Setsuna stared.
 
Konoka had hiked her dress up, holding it to reveal what was underneath. Except
she hadn't removed her bloomers, which, poofy and white, ran to just above her
knees. Above them, what ojousama was holding her dress up to reveal, sat a huge
black cock.
 
Setsuna's cheeks flooded with colour.
 
It looked obscene sitting there, tenting that beautiful dress into an unnatural
shape. And yet the frills and pale colours almost seemed to frame it, like the
most expensive, upper-class curtains possible. Konoka had removed one of her
gloves and her petite, french-manicured hand rested lightly, comfortably,
around the base of the phallus, holding it up in mimicry of a proud erection.
 
Konoka was beaming. “Isn't it beautiful, Secchan?” she gushed, rubbing her hand
up and down he shaft, sighing with pleasure.
 
Setsuna wasn't entirely certain she was capable of speaking. Her throat was
closed, her eyes wide as she beheld her beautiful, princessly ojousama stroking
the huge black dildo hanging between her legs. She would tell her to stop. She
would tell her this was behaviour unbefitting of a woman of her rank and
status. She would tell her that, as a simple commoner, it was beyond Setsuna's
position to view such a thing. It was a mockery of everything Setsuna stood for
– everything she had ever done to protect her better, every line separating the
good and pure and brilliant from people like herself. She would tell her all of
this, and she would do it now.
 
Instead, she said: “Hkkkkkguhk.”
 
Konoka laughed, hand clutching tightly around the strap-on in excitement. “I
knew you'd enjoy it, Secchan, I just knew it!” she declared before letting her
dress fall from her hand and beginning to approach the bed. The dress was
naturally shaped rigidly enough that when it fell it covered the dildo, but the
toy itself was strong enough that its shape still poked through the material of
the dress, distorting it. The dress was built for petite, beautiful girls like
Ojousama, not for erections. Setsuna had no idea where to look.
 
But now Konoka was crawling over the bed, staring into Setsuna's eyes with a
mischievous expression, licking her lips. “It's gonna feel sooooo good,
Secchan, I just know it!”
 
“B-but, Ojousama-” Setsuna finally spoke, breathing heavily as this mass of
yellow, frill, and bulge crawled towards us.
 
It stopped. “Mou, Secchan, are you still doing that?!” She pouted, leaning back
on her heels and resting her hands on her hips.
 
It was a sign of how lost Setsuna really was that it took her several seconds
to realize what Konoka was talking about. “I... I mean... Kono-chan...”
 
Konoka smiled brightly. “That's better!” She clapped two hands together, then
shifted across the bed until she was straddling Setsuna.
 
“Hmmm...” she murmured, before reaching under her skirt and taking off the
pannier worn under her dress that gave her skirt its shape. As she moved, she
adjusted herself such that the strap-on brushed and rubbed against Setsuna's
chest, which probably would have bothered her more if she were not given an
extremely pleasing view under Konoka's skirt at the time, even if she was
wearing bloomers. “There!”
 
This time, she shifted the dress so that it fell around the dildo, framing it
as it had before. When she noticed Setsuna watching, she teasingly stroked her
hand over the head once again, giggling when Setsuna blushed.
 
“Now, Secchan, what to do with all these clothes...” She picked up Setsuna's
hat where it had fallen off behind her, tossing it away. Shuffling down
slightly, she picked at Setsuna's coat, unbuttoning it slowly, as though a
present. When Setsuna tried to put her hands onto Konoka's waist she batted
them away lightly. “Nuh-uh, Secchan! This time it's my turn!”
 
She let the jacket fall open and sighed, stroking at Setsuna's clothed stomach.
“So beautiful...” Leaning forward, she kissed Setsuna's forehead. When
Setsuna's co-operation, they removed the jacket, and Konoka slipped Setsuna's
arms out of the suspenders.
 
At this point, she smirked again, running a teasing, gloved hand over the
crotch of Setsuna's shorts. “I see you followed most of my instructions... but
did Secchan do everything I asked of her?” With that, she pressed down against
Setsuna's clit; even through three layers of material Setsuna jumped, flushing
again.
 
“Y-yes. I did.”
 
“Very good!” This time, Konoka kissed Setsuna's lips, but only chastely, and
only for a moment, before she moved on.
 
Next came Setsuna's shirt, unbuttoned as painstakingly slowly as the jacket,
giving Setsuna's skin underneath only faint brushes. By now Setsuna was
starting to feel sightly impatient and squirmed, clenching her thighs and
arching up her back to feel more of Konoka's touch. But whenever she did Konoka
only pulled away; the third time, she giggled.
 
“Impatient, Secchan?”
 
Finally, she pulled the tails of Setsuna's shirt from her shorts and opened her
shirt, waiting a few moments just to look down at her lover. She had decided
not to wear the sarashi wrap she usually wore for a bra today, not feeling it
would be necessary. Konoka seemed to approve.
 
“So beautiful,” she repeated, and leaned down to trace the line the buttons on
Setsuna's shirt had made with her tongue.
 
Setsuna let out a quiet moan, frustrated by Konoka's slow pace. She could feel
her all around her, smell her sweet flowery perfume, see her every way she
turned. She longed to feel Konoka on her again, in her, feel the way Konoka was
so easily able to make her feel, but Konoka wasn't allowing it, not just yet.
 
The touch of her fingers faint enough to tickle, Konoka drew her hand along the
waistband of Setsuna's shorts before pulling them down over her legs, taking
off her shoes but leaving her striped thigh-length socks intact. Upon revealing
the view she had been waiting for, she sighed once more in happiness.
 
Underneath her shorts Setsuna was wearing a pair of black silk boxers of the
sort a modern boy might. They did not fit perfectly – there was far too much
free material around her groin, and the legs gaped more than a bit – but
otherwise they were comfortable and not unlike the boyleg underwear she
normally wore.
 
“Oh, Secchan...” Konoka breathed, tracing small circles in the silk covering
Setsuna's hips. “Black and white... yin and yang...” She looked up, grinning.
“Masculine and feminine...” One hand she removed from the briefs to touch at
the skin of Setsuna's stomach, her throat, her cheek, caressing the pure
whiteness. “Beautiful and handsome!”
 
“Kono-chan...” Setsuna murmured, overwhelmed. The awe in her Ojousama's voice
was so clear, and yet while it embarrassed her, it also enthralled her. Was
this the way Kono-chan truly saw her? In such poetic, incredible terms? She
wasn't much – just Setsuna. But when she looked up at Kono-chan – saw this
paragon of femininity before her, the ultimate to which all women should strive
– then she thought that, deep down, she might somewhat understand.
 
Then Konoka rubbed the dildo against her leg, hand on her hip moving to cup
Setsuna's crotch. “But now...” she whispered promisingly, pressing her thumb
against Setsuna's clit through the fabric of the boxers.
 
Setsuna gasped, all arousal returning to her. Konoka's bare hand continued to
press and rub her, the feeling tantalisingly teasing, while her gloved hand
came around and under her to squeeze her behind. Setsuna squirmed, breathing
heavy; once again she attempted to reach for her Ojousama and once again she
was denied.
 
“Kono-chan...!”
 
“Please, Secchan,” Konoka whined, palming Setsuna through her boxers as she
whined in her pretty high-pitched voice. “I want to make you feel good...”
 
“But...I also want-”
 
“Later! Later!” Konoka clutched her hand tightly over Setsuna with each word,
rolling her fingers and palm deliciously.
 
“Th-then...please...”
 
Konoka giggled, leaning in close to lick at Setsuna's lips. “You're being too
nice. Make me.”
 
“But...I can't...”
 
“Come on, come on, Secchan! Demand! Tell me what to do!”
 
“U-um...” Setsuna struggled, the hot hands at her clit and on her ass making it
hard to concentrate. Her thoughts were swimming away from her. “Erm...Kono-
chan...er... p- take off my clothes...?”
 
Konoka sighed loudly. “Maa, that was hardly a demand at all!!”
 
“Do it!!”
 
“That's better!” Konoka said with relish, pushing Setsuna's boxers down her
thighs just enough to display her cute pussy. She licked her lips. “Uwaa, I
wanna eat you so bad right now, Secchan...”
 
Setsuna groaned, fingers tightening into fists on the bedspread. “Kono-
chan...!” she whined, hips bucking as she attempted to push herself up against
Konoka's fingers.
 
“Later...” she repeated in whisper, before stroking Setsuna's clit directly
with her ungloved hand. When the girl moaned, spine arching, she trailed the
fingers of her other hand across the lips of her pussy, smearing the juices.
 
Despite her profound distraction, after a few seconds the gears in Setsuna's
head turned and she gasped. “Kono-chan! Your gloves-!”
 
In response, Konoka pressed one gloved finger into Setsuna's pussy up to the
second knuckle and rubbed against the inside. Setsuna's groan was almost loud
enough to drown out Konoka's words - “Silly Secchan...”
 
Then the hands disappeared. Setsuna's eyes flew open and she almost bolted
upright, grunting in frustration. “Be patient...” came Konoka's sing-song
voice, and a moment later something firm was pressing against her opening.
 
“That's-” she gasped, watching helplessly as the black dick strapped on over
Konoka's bloomers and under her lolita dress pushed into her, stimulating her
insides deliciously. Konoka's face was one of pleasured concentration, her
cheeks even redder than before, lips wet and full as she licked them absent-
mindedly. Her curled black hair was falling over her shoulders and face, and
yet somehow the impression wasn't of wildness or mess but a deliberately
relaxed look, as though even now Konoka could be painted and framed and put
upon a wall. But the look in her eyes was far from calm.
 
“It's too big...” Setsuna moaned. She wasn't used to this! Until now she'd only
had Konoka's fingers in her (and, on occasion, her own) – never as much as this
huge phallus.
 
“It'll be fine!” Konoka said soothingly, tone contrasting almost humorously as
she pushed the strap-on in all the way, drawing them hip-to-hip.
 
She was so full, and yet the sensation was not at all unpleasant – her insides
quivered and her clit burned, aching to be touched, and yet even as every other
part of her body relaxed and melted into the bed she refused to close her eyes,
the vision of Konoka before her impossible to ignore.
 
Then Konoka's hips were working backwards, pulling out, almost entirely... and
then back in again, pounding into Setsuna's warm, tight pussy. As her hips
pistoned, working up a rhythm, her dress swirled and moved around her, bouncing
up and down as she worked at Setsuna's pussy, frills swaying to and fro, her
hair tossed back and forth around the tiara clipped to the top of her head. The
faster the big black dick pushed into Setsuna the faster her yellow floral
dress jumped and danced around her thighs.
 
Setsuna threw her head back, unable to contain her pleasure, the image of her
ojousama in all her glory before her almost too much to take. She was so
beautiful now, so graceful, as in everything she did – if she had ever doubted
before that Konoka-ojousama could make anything look elegant, she did not do so
now.
 
She was almost there, so close, her socked thighs straining upwards as her hips
moved to match Konoka's rhythm. She was panting, the world white around her;
she could barely think. Then one of Konoka's little hands moved from where they
had been gripping tightly against her sides to pinch against Setsuna's clit in
just the right place, and she was gone. With a cry, Setsuna came, spine
arching, toes curling, hips raised to meet Konoka, desperate to continue this
pleasurable feeling. Her hands were clenched in tight fists around Konoka's
sheets, her head turned to press her nose into Konoka's pastel pink pillow.
 
Finally, heart rate slowing, Setsuna regained awareness – and found herself
staring right into Konoka's very smug-looking face.
 
“I take it you enjoyed that, Secchan...?”
 
Blushing again and sitting up to hide it, Setsuna reached up to Konoka, and for
once wasn't stopped. When she reached the harness she paused but Konoka undid
it for her, wriggling out of it and letting it fall to the floor. From there
Setsuna dipped her hand under her skirt and bloomers, pressing one thumb
against Konoka's clit the way she knew she liked while pushing her two
forefingers inside her. Konoka gasped, pressing closer against her; already she
was totally wet. One of Konoka's hands flew under her skirt to press more
firmly against Setsuna's thumb, repositioning it slightly. As she moved,
Setsuna reached another hand up to cup her breast through the dress, palming
the nipple as best she could through the thick material. From there it was only
a short period of time before Konoka herself was climaxing, legs spread,
voluminous skirt bunched up against her hips. As she cried and spasmed Setsuna
continued to stroke, caressing Konoka's beautiful chest.
 
When she was done, Konoka opened one eye, eyebrows raised knowingly. “I'd say
that that was a success, then, wouldn't you...?”
 
Still not totally coherent, Setsuna nodded, taking Konoka's hand to pull her up
beside her against the pillows.
 
“Oof! Just a second...”
 
After some time, they managed to remove Konoka's dress and return it to the
wardrobe. Setsuna wasn't entirely certain of how important that would be given
the exertion they had just put it through, but she decided not to question
Konoka's reasoning.
 
Finally the two girls lay down on the bed together, arms wrapped around one
another, and kissed. Konoka teased at the hair tie that had almost come out of
Setsuna's hair, removed it, and began to tangle her fingers through her lover's
shoulder-length hair, Setsuna sighed.
 
“That was wonderful, Kono-chan... thank you,” she murmured, eyes opening to see
Konoka's face light up in a smile.
 
“I'm so glad you enjoyed it, Secchan!” She snuggled up closer to Setsuna,
fitting her forehead against Setsuna's collarbone. “Although...”
 
“Yes?” Setsuna turned her hands to Konoka's hair as well, playing lightly with
the curls. They really suited her; of course, that wasn't to say that there
were things thatdidn't suit Konoka-ojousama.
 
Konoka sighed. “You looked so handsome dressed up like that! It's such a shame
everyone else couldn't see it as well...”
 
“Er...” Vision flooded with mental images of the last hour, Setsuna flushed
once more, hand stalling.
 
Konoka giggled, snuggling in closer. “I really do love it,” she breathed
between kisses to Setsuna's collar, “when you get all flustered like that...!”
 
Setsuna sighed. “Kono-chan...” But she hugged her arms around her tighter. She
might be a little silly sometimes, but she was her Kono-chan. Her girlfriend.
 
Setsuna smiled.
 
END.
 
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