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Shoukaku slammed her fist into the desk, rattling the various small objects atop it. I shot out my hand to prevent the delicate glass globe from falling over. She was seething, as was Zuikaku a few feet behind her.
“I forbid it! She absolutely will not be your secretary!” Shoukaku snarled, as if the mere thought of it was high treason.
I whispered, keeping my anger in check for now. “Shoukaku, I am your Commander. I may be an American, but I will absolutely not stand for such insubordination. I know nothing about my own flagship, and I wish to change that. So I will have her work closely with me so I can get her to open up a bit.”
The cranes looked apoplectic. “She is the leader of the Sakura Empire! She is not to be demeaned with such tasks. You have no business interacting with her and are fortunate she has chosen to lead Sakuran fleet. Plus, we don’t need some perverted foreigner violating the sanctity of our Nagato.”
I snarled, standing up and throwing my arm out, grasping the surprised shipgirl by the collar and pulling her face close to mine. I gritted my teeth, my eyes narrow slits through which I saw red. “You dare speak to me like this? You damnable fowl. I am not a pervert. I have found comfort in the arms of a few kansen who never stayed more than five minutes after the act was finished, and they all approached me. Even you damn cranes abandoned me before my dick had even gone soft.”
I took a breath, my fist still tightly clenched on the fabric of Shoukaku’s clothing. “I don’t want sex. I want to love. Yet I doubt I’ll ever find that with a kansen. You all seem to prefer to keep that amongst one another. You will never search me out again to satisfy your carnal desires. Zuikaku can find a toy.”
I let go of her, pushing her back as Zuikaku went to her side. The two had a strange expression, as if they have suddenly lost a lot of power. I continued, “Nagato is a figurehead. Akagi runs the show, and the 1st Carrier Division has an agenda of its own that I am not privy to. You are the seconds that serve alongside Nagato instead. If Nagato is not here at 8AM Monday, you two will never serve together again, and I’ll make sure you two run solo missions until we have eliminated the Sirens. Have I made myself clear?”
“Y-yes, Shikikan…” The two quickly bowed. I hated doing this, and I especially hated having to pull rank and so go against the wishes of my fleet. I sighed heavily, sitting down after they left and resting my forehead in my hand. What the fuck…
I didn’t care that they sought each other’s affection. What bothered me was that they treated me like some kind of toy, a tool for pleasure. Even Atago, the ‘onee-san’ of the bunch, barely gave me five minutes of actual affection after the deed was done. She was in such a hurry to get back to someone else that sometimes cum would leak from her, or she would forget her panties.
I suppose the first time was what hurt the most. Seeing Atago get up like that after spending all day coaxing me into bed. She just shrugged and said she was sorry, and that she just needed… well, you know. God damn it… I’m surrounded by beautiful women that want to fuck me, yet I can’t seem to get even a drop of affection or true intimacy…
***
I walked through the Sakura dorms later that evening, avoiding the gazes of the other shipgirls and clutching the bottle of premium sake a little too firmly. I took the elevator up to the top floor and knocked on the door to Shoukaku and Zuikaku’s suite.
The white-haired crane opened the door, her smile immediately turning into a frown when she saw it was me. “What do you want?” Her words were sharp, bitter… she did not enjoy being put in her place.
“Peace offering?” I offered the bottle to her, and she took it, inspecting it. A moment later, she nodded and held open the door. Zuikaku was sitting on the couch, and to my surprise, the 1st carrier division was also present.
“Oh my, if it isn’t our Shikikan~.” Akagi purred.
“I’m not your Commander, Akagi. Don’t you have a country to run?” I avoided her gaze as Shoukaku collected cups for the sake.
“I’d much rather be fighting, but since you can’t seem to find Yamato…” The kitsune’s words were mocking.
I gritted my teeth. “The cubes don’t work like that, Akagi, you know as well as I do…”
“Excuses. We should find someone else.” Kaga’s voice was cold, and every time I heard it, it sent shivers down my spine. Zuikaku was carefully silent, and Shoukaku only interrupted by offering a tray of cups. We each took one and drank. The sake was delicious, though I only drank it in ceremony, or when offered.
“What brings you here this evening, Shikikan?” Kaga continued. I turned to Shoukaku.
“I’m sorry, for earlier. I overreacted, tempers flared… and I want to assure you I have only good intentions. How am I to effectively lead if my flagship is kept from me, isolated in her suite?” I said.
“What?” Akagi’s voice went cold, and Shoukaku turned defensive. I turned to see the kitsune’s tails whipping in agitation, her fury evident as she regarded the crane. “You’ve been keeping Nagato from the Shikikan? Shoukaku, this is unacceptable!”
“What if he… defiles her?” The crane defended.
“Enough! Summon her here, now.” The 1st carrier division leader ordered.
Shoukaku nodded and got up, leaving the room through a side door that must have connected to the flagship’s quarters. A few moments later, she emerged, along with the very shy, very nervous battleship. It was the first time I saw her bereft of rigging, and my breath caught in my throat.
She seemed so small, her ears would barely tickle my chin if she stood in front of me. Her slender frame was clad only in a nightie, her delicate breasts and intimates covered in rather skimpy underwear, her midriff visible through the sheer fabric that extended between them. Her navel was… perfect…
I swallowed and focused on her face. She looked at me, shaking a little. “S-Shikikan…” she stammered. “Shoukaku wouldn’t allow me to get dressed. I apologize for appearing like this in front of you…”
“It’s fine, Nagato. Have they discussed your new appointment?” I asked, aware of five sets of mine watching me like a hawk.
“They have. I’m looking forward to it. I hope…” She paused. “I hope you won’t add too much onto my plate.”
“Not at all. I just need a little help throughout the day, otherwise it’s to get to know you better. You’re my flagship and we haven’t exchanged more than a few dozen words.”
A small smile crossed her face, and I nodded. “Ladies… I’ll let you get back to your evening. Nagato, I look forward to seeing you on Monday.”
I smiled at her, then nodded to the others before leaving. I felt their eyes on my back, but it wasn’t until I was at the elevator that I felt the hot breath of Akagi on the nape of my neck. I didn’t fight it. She hauled me into an unused room and tore off my trousers, pulling down her bodice to expose her breasts.
“Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy it, Shikikan~.” The kitsune laughed as she grabbed my cock. I… was not particularly enjoying it mentally. Physically, Akagi was a skilled, ardent lover. She pushed me down to the bed, mounting me instantly, her hands pinning me down as I reached up to massage her breasts.
I refused to speak. Her pussy squeezed me like a vise as she worked her insides against me, riding me along the entire length of my shaft. The wet slap of her hips against mine echoed slightly in the room, the stench of sex quickly filling the space as she forced us into a lotus position, as if we were lovers.
She buried my face in her breasts, the softness, at least, inviting as she continued to ride me, juices staining the bare mattress beneath us. “Your cock is always so nice to feel inside me. Why don’t we just make it official? You can have both Kaga and I, but no others. Any time you want…”
She let the offer stand, as she had every other time. My silence would always answer her. She did not want love; she wanted satisfaction and sex. I considered my position, then decided to speak. I guess silence wasn’t always the answer.
“Akagi, you’ll never love me.” She muffled my words in her breasts, her perfume a sweet addition to the musk that surrounded us. She paused for a moment before slowly riding me again.
“Love, Shikikan?” Her voice was unusually soft. “Love is for the weak. Our union would be of power, of position, our authority…” She shuddered, the thought obviously exciting her as she came, her cunt squeezing me and pushing me towards the orgasm I so desired. I wanted this charade to end.
“Then I guess you’ll just have to keep ambushing me. I’m not going to cry rape, but…” I sighed. I was willing enough. A nut was still a nut, and at least it made it better for a little while.
My insides soon ached, my member tingling with the sensation of impending climax as she pressed herself onto me, my cock against her cervix as I came, moans escaping me. The pleasure was blissful.
Akagi cried out, her tails pointing in all directions as she opened her teeth wide, baring her fangs as I filled her with my seed. She was panting as I lifted my face from her breasts. In that moment she looked calm, her expression reminiscent of affectionate, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in for a kiss.
For a minute, she accepted it. Our tongues met, and I felt something for her that wasn’t resentment. For a brief moment, I felt… I felt like the one shipgirl I knew better than to fall for may be worth falling for after all.
Soft, warm… her tails wrapped around me. Her eyes were filled with an emotion that wasn’t just pure lust. I was still inside her, my excitement growing again as we made love. I pushed her down gently, thrusting into her as she looked up at me, relinquishing control.
Akagi’s pussy welcomed my member, her tails holding us close as I nearly cried. I opened my mouth to utter the words I had so long wanted to say, but she sealed them with a kiss, pulling me to her. Soft hands ran along my back, one taking my hand and bringing it to her breast. I squeezed gently, her legs wrapping around my midsection.
This was… I had finally found what I was looking for… with Akagi! I couldn’t care less, it didn’t matter. I would treasure her. If she felt this way about me, then I…
“Akagi, I’m cumming!” I whispered, kissing her insistently as she held me deep inside her.
“Cum in me, Shikikan! Fill me with your seed! I want my kits to…” she moaned as I painted her insides white, my cum leaking out as I overfilled her, shaking with orgasmic bliss, the pure pleasure something new and exciting.
When I pulled out of her, I nuzzled her gently, treasuring her soft scent mixed with her desirous musk. I cradled her against me; her tails wrapping around me, their warmth exquisite.
She stroked my hair, and I could feel the smile on her face as she murmured gently to me. I felt… so happy…
“W-wait… what the fuck?” The kitsune kicked me away, getting to her feet in a hurry and pulling herself back together, fixing her clothes and her hair. “You… I was thinking about kits and… no, no, no… screw you, Shikikan. I’m not going to love you. No kansen ever will. We have each other for that. Fucking human, making me… taking…”
She was panicking, as though she had almost lost permanent control. She was looking at me in horror, as though the idea of love between a human and a kansen was something to be ashamed of.
I just stared at her in shock, vision blurry as tears welled up in my eyes. She quickly left, but I just sat there, crying. I cried like a little bitch, a pussy, a kid that had his lollipop taken from him. For the first time, I had felt something with another kansen, the last one I’d ever expect it with, and she…
Well, she…
***
Monday came around, and I had done my best to forget the events of the weekend. I was just fixing a second cup of tea when the light knock came at my door. “Nagato? You don’t have to knock, you’re my secretary.”
She entered, and I handed her the cup of tea. She looked at it, puzzled. “Shikikan? I…” She took it, gingerly sipping at it, then taking a longer drink. “It’s delicious!”
“It’s just matcha, but thank you.” I smiled, seeing her so happy over something so small was… well, it tugged at my heart. She looked around, and I rested a hand on her arm, intending to direct her to where she’d be sitting.
Her rigging came out, only grazing the wall before I stepped away. “Y-you… no one has ever dared to touch me!” Her eyes were wide, uncertain.
“I… I meant no harm. I am sorry…” I pointed to her rigging. She would need to close it. God, she looked terrifying with it, and so… defenseless without it. She seemed to be having some trouble, so I knelt under her rigging and hit the emergency switch, which caused it to disappear in a flash of light. I then pulled the arming key from the socket at the base of her neck.
“Nagato…” I said, preparing to explain.
She turned to me, tears in her eyes. I was so confused.
“Thank you… for so long I… thank you…” She hugged me, her ears tickling my chin as I gently patted her back. Her slim figure seemed so fragile. She collected her teacup and sat in front of my desk. I motioned towards the couch.
“Please make yourself comfortable.” I insisted.
She nodded, and over the next couple hours, I learned more about Nagato than I had in the past year. Her form was underdeveloped, her bust delicate, yet her hips were more mature. Her mind, however… well, she was intelligent and possessed an incredible tactical acumen. She completely could not interact with people, and possessed a melancholy, reserved attitude, showing little to no interest in the future.
“I am locked in my room, Shoukaku and Zuikaku ‘protecting’ me from anything and everything. I have nothing but the radio and books, and I prefer the latter. I am paraded around and used in combat, but I…” She paused, looking at me.
She was lonely. Like me, she was lonely. In a different manner, perhaps, but nonetheless lonely. I would do everything I could to change that.
“Nagato, you always have your rigging, yes? Why not try to meet some other shipgirls without it?” I asked her.
She shook her head. “I am so small… they wouldn’t accept my authority. I am little more than one of the Mutsuki class as I am now. No one could ever love me like I am, either…”
This last bit surprised me, as did the depth of sadness that accompanied it. Yes, she was small, and… I stopped before anything exceptionally lewd could enter my head. “Nonsense, friendship isn’t about authority, it’s about enjoying spending time with the person you’re with.”
“Well… I’m enjoying this. So does that make you my friend?” Nagato asked, a little more hopeful than she might have wanted to sound.
I smiled, nodding. “Yes, Nagato. I would love to be your friend.”
***
We grew closer together; the days passing by quickly as I found someone like myself. I forgot about the incident with Akagi, forgot about the other girls… I focused on Nagato, giving her all the time and energy I had to spare. Then, there was the first time I saw her genuinely smile.
I had prepared a small box of chocolates for Valentine’s Day. I knew it was usually the girl who gave the boy chocolate, but Nagato, being, well… so sheltered and unaware, I thought she might enjoy this little surprise. I got to the office early, however, to find a little box waiting for me on my desk. I looked around, but saw no one.
It was about the size of my hand and blue, my favorite color. The red bow was done up like a heart, the intricate handiwork impressing me so much I carefully cut it with scissors to preserve it. A small letter was tucked inside the box, the handwriting so fluid and elegant… and absolutely Nagato’s.
To my dear Shikikan… the letter began. I have never felt warmer than I have this Winter. These last few months by your side have shown me that there may be a future worth seeing after all. Please enjoy these chocolates which I have made myself. I tried one, but I’m not sure if they’re to your taste.
I smiled at the little kiss at the bottom, her name signed on top of it. Such a romantic little gesture. When I looked up, she was blushing, waiting for my response.
“Nagato, thank you… this is lovely! I’ve never… wait, I would never want chocolates from anyone else.” I said, then realized what I said. She blushed again, and I quickly popped one of her chocolates into my mouth. It was delicious!
I savored the dark chocolate, letting it melt before swallowing. She saw my obvious enjoyment and gave me a small smile. “You seemed to like it, Shikikan. I am glad.”
I held out my much less impressive box. I made them myself as well, but…
Her face lit up, eyes shining as she rushed forward to hug me. I put one arm around her, the other caressing one of her fox ears as her youthful, girly scent surrounded me. She looked up, her smile brilliant and captivating as she let me go and accepted my small box of chocolates. She ran one small hand over them. “Shikikan… no one has ever… thank you so much.”
I patted her head again, massaging her ears as she sighed in contentment. I was taking advantage, but… she seemed to enjoy it. “Well, I gave the port the day off, knowing how the other girls are…” I said, smiling. I didn’t really care anymore. I had my friend, and… well…
“Then come with me! Shoukaku and Zuikaku are off with Akagi and Kaga, so no one will bother us! I can show you my favorite books, and maybe we can play shoji, or…” She was so excited. I agreed, and we made our way to her suite.
Seeing her so excited was a gift in and of itself, clutching the chocolates I made for her. Hers were in my hand as well, but the lovely bow was safely at my desk. Everyone was out and about, so we ran into no one. I was silently grateful when the door closed to her suite, and then my eyes went wide as I looked around.
It was utter luxury. Her futon was on a frame, silk curtains draping down to partially hide it from view. It looked as though they could completely hide it should the user so choose. It was also huge!
The low table had a kotatsu, and she was bringing out fresh sushi from the kitchen in the suite a moment after she had opened the door. Then… things got… really… really…
“Shikikan, I’ll be right back, ok?” The diminutive kitsune battleship ran behind a curtain and rustled around, emerging a few minutes later in her nightgown. I nearly choked, unable to keep my eyes off of her alluring figure.
I felt such excitement well up in me, such desire and appreciation of her form. Far, far more than anything I had ever felt looking upon… was it because we were close? Or was it because she was… small? I felt guilt overcome me, but it was quickly dispersed as she walked over to me. I was sitting cross-legged in front of the low table in the living area.
“Shikikan, I remember how much you enjoyed looking at me back in the Autumn, when you brought that bottle of sake up…” She smiled, blushing. “I um… I don’t know why you find my underdeveloped body attractive, but it makes me happy you do.”
She was so blunt. “Nagato, I… um… I…” I was sweating. Everything felt hot. I decided honestly would be best. “I do. I think you are beautiful. Far more than any other shipgirl.”
She smiled and turned around, and I saw her small, soft butt a few inches from my face. Her panties were in fact a thong, and when she bent over to pick up a set of chopsticks, her cheeks spread a little and I saw the edges of an impossibly cute anus, and right below that the start of her pure, untouched pussy.
Her thighs had a little plumpness to them, though they still fit her petite frame perfectly. She looked perfect, absolutely perfect…
I leaned forward slightly, enticed by the smell of her crotch. Then, I felt her heat on my nose. I pulled away quickly, hoping she hadn’t noticed, but I was tenting my pants and…
“Nagato…” I said, my voice husky as she turned and promptly settled herself in my lap. Her eyes widened as her butt made contact with my erection. She blushed.
“Um, Shikikan, have I… done something wrong?” She asked.
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. “No, Nagato, not at all…” I reassured her. She smiled, and I pulled her closer. Our lips met, her small, delicate ones against mine, and I felt her relax. This sensation was… I felt it again, this oneness, this affection…
Nagato… Nagato could be… I wanted Nagato to be the one. I finally admitted it to myself. I wanted Nagato to be mine. She was willing and eager, her small tongue finding mine and pressing against it, her arms around my neck as I felt something soft wrap around us as well. Her tails finally emerged and kept us together even as we broke the kiss.
I reached up, sliding my hand under the sheer fabric and running it along her body and under her top, cupping her small breast, her nipple stiff against my palm.
“Shikikan… it’s so sensitive…” Nagato said, dropping the chopsticks she had been wielding to better support herself against me. I realized that while she may have read about the act plenty of times, or about pleasure, she was… she was completely inexperienced. I kissed her again, continuing to tease her nipple.
We stayed like this for a while until the sensation of her butt against my crotch was too much. “Naga, I need… I need you to move, otherwise I’ll…”
“It’s ok, just go ahead, I’ve read about men needing to…”
“Not in my pants!” I protested.
Nagato undid the zipper of my trousers before I could say another word, letting my member free. She gasped at the size of it, then smiled.
“It’s so big, Shikikan…” she said. “I um… I don’t know what to do… wait, you liked it when I bent over. Is that position attractive? I…” She was flustered, and I felt… well, I felt guilty. I didn’t want to take advantage of her, but…
“Nagato… I don’t want to force you…”
“Here, if you want to sniff me, you can,” she insisted. “I’m still a kitsune, so I understand that much.”
She got up and bent over, exposing herself to me, inviting me. I leaned down, pressing my face against her crotch, my nose against her anus. She seemed surprised, but stayed still.
“Oh… oh my god…” I moaned softly. “Amazing…”
She giggled. Nagato truly smelled amazing! I pressed my nose tight to her anus, my tongue running along her labia as she gasped. She tasted incredible as well, and I was happy to see that this part of her was ready, if small. Yet, I knew it was far too soon for that, so I contented myself with licking her, pressing my tongue into her tiny pussy, feeling her walls clench around me.
She moaned, and then, after a few minutes, she came. The kitsune’s orgasm was pretty intense, shaking her as her sweet juices filled my mouth. I loved it, especially the sudden release of her musk, the strongest part at the base of her tails. I would find that out later~.
I then knelt behind her, holding my cock and sliding it along her cunt, teasing her before sliding it between her thighs. She panted as I thrust, my cock pressing against the red fabric of her panty as I pumped.
There was no way I would last long, and less than a minute later I cried out as one hell of a climax gripped me, making me grip her soft cheeks as cum poured from my tip. “C-Cumming, Naga!”
“S-So hot!” she said as it splashed against her skin. When I pulled out of her thighs, she quickly turned to survey the mess we had made. She looked up at me, blushing. “Shikikan, we… we did…” She got up and hugged me. I was still kneeling, so my face was in her breasts. I hugged her back, my cock still leaking slightly.
“Naga, I’m sorry…” I said.
She held me tighter. “Don’t be… I’m not lonely anymore. I want this, I want you. I care about you like I have never cared about anything before.”
“As I do you…” I replied, my heart pounding, my happiness assured.
We spent the rest of the day doing much less lewd things, but when nightfall came she locked all the doors and invited me to her bed, where we cuddled, exchanging tender kisses until we slept.
***
We showed no sort of public displays of affection, nor did we do lewd things all that often. We both knew the moment had been right, as had the subsequent feeding of each other, finishing off with chocolates and a shared bath.
I was worried because of her size, and she was… well, she was Nagato. I promised that I’d help her learn about all the ways to enjoy oneself, but that is a tall order. Springtime is the time for love, after all, and it was also when I chose to propose to her.
It had to be perfect. There was a lovely cherry blossom tree atop a hill near to the port, and even though it’s cliche, I made sure no one would be nearby.
We walked hand-in-hand as we were alone, and when she saw the tree, I felt her hand tighten. All she knew was from her books, her stories, and I… I wanted to make her live those. I had naught but my own actions to give to the ruler of the Sakura Empire, no matter if she were a mere figurehead or otherwise.
So I was sure she knew something would happen, and I hoped that she would say yes. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a response ready. I had learned that in her loneliness she had come up with so many scenarios that many of them were bound to come true through the pure act of living alone.
The sea behind us, the mountain in the distance, a slight breeze carried the scent of springtime over top the hill. Nagato was wearing something more relaxed, a cute pink skirt and matching sweater. We had picked it out together. I also knew of the absolutely adorable matching panties with a little red bow beneath them, but this was a time for wholesome. Still, she didn’t have to wear a bra, and…
Fuck, wholesome thoughts, wholesome thoughts…
Ahh, I can’t help it! Her cute little chest is the best! That little bump, her small, rosebud nipples, her alabaster skin… haah…
Wholesome thoughts… wholesome thoughts…
I pulled her to me, her arms wrapping around me as she craned her neck for a kiss. It was soft, gentle… this moment was to be one to remember. I considered my approach, but decided that I would do it the way I knew best.
Getting down on my knee, I held out the ring box. Inside was a beautifully cut diamond set in a ring of platinum. Tears sprang to her eyes as she looked from it to me. It wasn’t about the ring; it was about what it represented.
“Nagato, I want you to be the one by my side, to hold you and to support you for all our days, to be the one you need and cherish, as I cherish you. From now until eternity, do you accept me as your partner, your closest friend, and as your lover? Will you marry me?”
She nodded, slowly at first, then furiously as she choked out her response. “Yes! A thousand times, yes!” I slid the ring onto her proffered finger, and a moment later she flung herself into my arms, her ardent kisses showcasing her affection, and her happiness. She’d never be lonely again. I made sure of that.