I want you all to give a warm welcome to my next guest, Selene! New to the forums, Selene was nice enough to take some time and do an RP with me based around Makoto from the Street Fighter series and Vice from the King Of Fighters series. I know crossovers seem strange to some, but I think mixing universes is neat and can lead to some fun confrontations. Case in point...
Final Notice
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Makoto (Selene)
It is early evening. Alone in the Rindo-Kan dojo, I am already well into another training session.
Despite the loan I took out, the dojo is still failing. It's clear I have only one recourse left - I must enter the upcoming tournament and gain notoriety.
As such, I've resolved to barely leave the dojo until it comes. As I'm beating away at my ever so abused punching bag, I hear the door behind me. Panting, I turn to tell whoever's entering we're closed - but what I see makes me stop silent.
Vice (TheCrimsonRisk)
Ugh. Can't believe I'm being forced to come to this dead end part of town to deal with some freeloading wannabe fighter.
I stand tall, looking down at you from across the room. You look like a slob in your loose, sweaty gi while I'm decked out in a brand new designer suit. "No wonder this place is falling apart." I say with a sneer.
I take a short stroll around the room, not wanting to sully my hands by actually touching anything. "I should do you a favour and have this place torn down." As I speak, I'm not even bothering to look at you. "You must be...Makoto, is that correct?"
Makoto
I frown at the fancy-dressed woman who just walked in like she owns the place, following her with my eyes as she struts about. "I am. What makes you think you can just barge in? We're closed!" I take a towel to wipe sweat off my face as I speak.
Vice
*sigh*
Reaching into my coat, I pull out an envelope and toss it at your feet. You recognize the seal as belonging to the organization from which you had to borrow from. Inside is a letter detailing the repercussions for being tardy with your payment.
"Let me know if you need me to read that for you."
Makoto
I raise an eyebrow, picking the letter up, ripping it open and reading through.
I throw it aside, glaring at you. "I've told you people before! I'll get the money as soon as the tournament comes! It'll be here, I promise!"
Vice
"Tournament? You..." My composure breaks as I can't hold back from laughing. "Ah ha ha ha! You know...usually you have to WIN a tournament to get the money for it. I'm afraid I can't go back to my employers with that. Ah ha ha, heh...such an amusing little boy..."
Makoto
My face turns red with rage. Of all the insolent... "Don't call me that! And I'm going to win it, you'll see!"
I point at her. "Some of us spend our time training rather than trying on getups like that!"
Vice
Your petty insults do little to bother me, though I'm wondering what I could have said that would make you so angry. I slowly walk towards you, accentuating our height difference as I get closer. I look at your cute face, then scroll down to your chest and...
"Ah! What's this? A girl? Ha ha, could have fooled me." At this point, I'm only inches away from you.
Makoto
I stand to my full length - hardly comparable to yours - and glare at you, fists clenched. As you come close, my eyes can't resist glancing with some jealousy at your ample chest before returning to your eyes.
My face is so red one'd expect me to start boiling. "Are you through!? I have training to do if I'm going to get the money for you!"
Vice
*tsch* "You can't be serious? Do I look like I'm going to come all the way down here for nothing?" I scratch my chin, then get a wicked grin on my face.
"I tell you what. I'll give you a few hours. Why don't you take that tight little ass of yours down to the corner and see what you can get for it? I mean, if we did something with this hair, showed some skin, maybe..." I tussle your hair mockingly.
Makoto
I gasp. "How DARE YOU!? I'm a martial artist, not one of... whatever kind of downtown hussies it is you're used to!"
Vice
I sigh again. "Very well. You've made your choice." I pull out my cell phone and start dialing. "What time would you like the demolition crew to come in? Does lunchtime tomorrow work for you?"
Makoto
At this, the rage in my face quickly turns to fear and desperation. "NO! DON'T! I'll get it, I promise! With... with interest! Just... just don't do that!"
Vice
Pause. Seeing you get so worked up, I can't help but be intrigued. "Hmph. Empty promises. I need something NOW."
Makoto
As the panic settles, I suddenly hit upon an idea. "Well... why don't I prove to you the power of Rindo-Kan karate? Send in someone who can fight and I'll show you I'm perfectly able to win the tournament."
Vice
"The power of..." More intrigue. Suddenly I'm picturing getting my hands on you. I feel a tingle.
I take a step back, adjusting my sleeves and taking a deep breath. "Very well. You. And me."
Makoto
I can't help scoffing. "You? You're a fighter? I wouldn't have thought any self-respecting martial artist would suit up like that. I meant someone who can FIGHT..."
Vice
Much like when I entered, I barely seem to be paying any attention to you. Instead, I'm looking for a spot on the wall to place one of my spy cameras. Not ideal for this sort of thing, but I know my employers will want to see this.
"You're confident. That's good. You'll need to put on a show if you want my people to give you an extension on this loan. They have...certain needs that must be satisfied."
I walk towards you menacingly, the grin on my face looking even more sinister. "So please...don't fall too quickly."
Makoto
I stand tall, again looking up at your eyes. This... bitch isn't going to intimidate me!
"If you're who I'm going to fight, this'll be pretty easy... I'm ready when you are."
I begin walking out to the dojo mats.
Vice
Enough talk.
As soon as you're within range, my hand shoots out towards your throat. You can see the sharp nails just itching to dig into you.
Makoto
I gasp at this, very narrowly dodging the claw-like nails, returning with a swift kick towards your face before dashing back and getting into a more ready stance.
"You... cheater!"
Vice
I'm so confident I'll grab you that when you move I'm off-balance. I flinch at the last second, but your heel still brushes against my cheek. I'm surprised that even that I felt that glancing blow! "Hrrgh...grr..."
I walk towards you again, still not quickening my pace. "Get over here you brat." This time I reach forward with both hands, clutching at your gi.
Makoto
I'm dragged forward a bit as you grab my gi, but respond with a swift jab towards your face. "Where'd you learn to fight, you underhanded wretch!?"
Vice
This time I'm prepared. The punch lands cleaner than the first blow, though it is somehow even less effective. I let your fist linger on my face, then turn towards you with fire in my eyes. "My turn."
I thrust my skull forward, looking to bludgeon you with a graceless headbutt!
Makoto
"Aauggh!" My head throws back from the terrific force. Despite being dizzied, however, I manage to stumble my way out of your grasp, standing unsteadily to try and prepare for your next attack.
Vice
"Heh heh heh..." That felt good. "Did that hurt, Makoto?" Pressing the attack, I hop forward and unleash a series of kicks aimed at your upper body.
Makoto
I manage to assert myself before you come, avoiding the first couple and parrying the third. Directly after, however, you hit me in the side and as I stumble back from that, I fail to block the next which hits me directly in the right breast, prompting a pained, loud groan as I back away again.
Vice
My foot makes a satisfying smack against your breast and I know I have you where I want you. Now I attack with wide, looping punches. At this speed, they almost look like blades threatening to tear you to ribbons. "Is this all you have?!?"
Makoto
"Ah! Agh! Aiee!" I'm unable to stop or avoid any of the punches, my fear intensifying as I realize I'm completely at your mercy. As your sharp claws hit, small rips begin to open up on the torso of my gi.
Vice
Seeing more of your soft skin is driving me into a frenzy. Need to focus on the task at hand, but...
I take a hold of your gi again, preparing for another headbutt. At the last second, I stop myself...and press my mouth against yours instead!
Makoto
Dizzied, I can't avoid your grab this time, but as you suddenly kiss me I'm shaken back to reality and struggle violently against you. "Mmphh...Mhhwhat the hell're you doing!?"
I manage to throw a punch to your ribs to distract you and get out of your grasp - as your hands clung to the gi, however, my belt accidentally comes off in the process, exposing my bra. It seems once the loose gi no longer covers them, those breasts turn out to be a bit bigger than you first thought...
Vice
The punch causes me to noticeably wince in pain and take a couple of steps back. I let myself get distracted. Stupid.
Your surprising bust causes me to do a double take. "Ah...oooh...my employers will enjoy this even more than I thought." Nodding to the camera, I move into a more focused fighting stance. I gesture for you to come forward.
Makoto
I first assume another fighting stance, then look down and blush, quickly trying to grab the belt and cover up again. "D-don't look!"
Vice
"Ha ha ha, don't be ashamed!" What a waste it would be for this girl to cover up again. Guess I'll have to break out the tricks now.
Revealing my freakish nature, I reach out and cause my arm to elongate. It stretches out until it's wrapped around your waist, jerking you towards me. "Come closer, pretty girl."
Makoto
I shriek slightly, your arm wrapping around me underneath the gi, and try to knee you as you pull me close. "G-GET OFF!"
Vice
The knee makes contact, getting a grunt out of me. I snatch with my other arm so you're standing on one leg now. I hug you tighter so you're no completely off the ground. "Oh, I don't worry, I'm sure I'll be getting off. Maybe we both will." I lean in and stick my tongue out, running it over your neck.
Makoto
I struggle to free my leg from your grasp. As your tongue suddenly begins running over my skin, I gasp loudly and try to chop the side of your neck. "S-stop that! That's... that's not fighting!"
Vice
"Ow!" I stare at you angrily. "Ha ha, you're a spirited one."
Letting your leg go, I change my grip so that both my arms are wrapped firmly around your waist. With a mighty heave, I elevate you a couple of feet off the ground and start squeezing the life out of you.
Our breasts mash together, a delightful feeling. I could get used to this.
Makoto
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghhhh..." I struggle in total vain against the tight embrace, feeling my body crushed in excruciating pain between your muscular arms. You can see a few tears fall from my eyes...
Vice
Nothing would give me more pleasure than tasting those tears, but you've surprised me with how much fight you have in you. Can't risk losing it now.
I lean in, shifting your position. My breasts now hover over yours, brushing against your chin. I tighten my grip, really pressing my powerful arms against your backbone. "Sweet Makoto...*hnnngh*...where...is your karate now...?"
Makoto
"AAAAAAAAAAARGH!!! AAAAAAAAAAH!!!" I can give nothing but screams in response. It feels like my spine will snap at any moment. My tears are now flowing quite openly.
Vice
Awww...don't want to break my new toy. I let up on the hug just enough to let you get some air. No fun if you can't feel what's coming.
Still, that scream...I savour it. Something for me to remember you by.
Dead lifting you onto my shoulder, I do a quick turn and then slam you on the hard dojo floor like a sack of potatoes. A pillar of dark, crimson energy briefly surrounds us. It is enough to chill your soul...
"Get up."
Makoto
I groan as you release the pressure, feeling some sensation return to my body. I'm too powerless to resist anything you do, however. As you slam me down, however, I let out a loud "AAAAARRRRGGHHHH!"
As the energy flows around us, I feel like all warmth disappears from me. Briefly, I think I might be dead... but then your sadistic voice wakes me up again. I look up at you, tears still flowing and clearly too weak to rise anytime soon.
Vice
"Is that all? Disappointing, yet..." I kneel down to get a better look at your sobbing face. My fingers glide across your cheeks, gathering the wet drops from your skin. I bring my hand to my lips, allowing myself a taste of your defeat. "...delicious."
"Yield to me now. Look to the camera and admit that you and your precious karate are worthless. I shall spare you further punishment."
Makoto
Although my body might be all but broken, I feel a jolt of fury as you say that. Slowly, I begin to crawl my way up first to support myself on my arms, then sit upright, then - finally, standing up again.
My mostly-exposed torso is full of bruises where you've battered or crushed me, but on shaky legs, I assume my stance again for one final attempt at defending my honor. "I... I won't. I can't... can't lose to you!"
Vice
Look at you. Somehow even more attractive after what I've put you through. I would respect you if it wasn't so laughable. I run my hands through my short red hair in disbelief. "You brought this upon yourself."
With a shocking burst of agility, I leap up and wrap my legs around your head. Giving a quick squeeze, I flip backwards before we tumble over, taking you off of your feet and tumbling head over heels!
I land on top of you, sitting on your chest, your face between my legs. "Aaaaah...how are we doing now, Makoto?"
Makoto
I gasp as you grab me. As you swing me through the air, I can do nothing but fatalistically close my eyes and await the ground...
As we land, I cry out "UNNNHHH!" Crying again, I also seem to have begun drooling a bit, flowing over the thick layer of sweat the fight has already given my battered body. I look up at you, very dizzily and seeing anywhere between three and eight of you. "Wha... how..."
Vice
My knees have your arms perfectly pinned to the ground. I relish the bewildered look on your face. "Let me help you out there." I wipe your face, bringing your saliva to my mouth. "Mmmm..." Wetting my own fingers, I slide them past your lips and start to tickle you. "Only fair to share, I say."
Makoto
I'm too stunned to make a response, but as your fingers slip into my mouth I try to object - only to end up wiht a muffled "Mmsthhphh..."
Vice
For a minute, my hand moves from your mouth to mine and back again. I won't even allow you the pleasure of another kiss, instead probing and prodding your helpless mouth.
I stop, deciding instead to pinch your adorable cheeks instead. Forcing you to pucker up, I draw you towards my crotch. "Give us a kiss, hm?"
Makoto
I blink a bit, trying to move away from your hands and finally managing to speak something coherent. "G-get off me, you perverted freak..."
Vice
"F...f...reak? Moi?" I gasp and bring my hand to my chest, acting hurt. "That is not a nice thing to say." I get up off of you and lift you to your feet, moving behind you as I do.
Reaching around, I cup one of your breasts while my other hand dances around your navel. "You shouldn't talk like that...mmmmh...you wound me..." Your thin red bra offers little protection from my invasion.
Makoto
I groan and whimper as you molest me. I try to pull your hands away, but I'm so weak I can barely move my arms at all, much less offer any resistance. "What... what are you going to do to me...?"
Vice
"Ssssh...quiet now..." I whisper into your ear while offering the occasional nibble. "Such a strong, hard body...but soft in all the right places."
The hand on your chest continues to grope roughly, teasing the nipple while kneading your flesh.
The other hand moves past the belly button, crawling down into your karate pants. "Oh! What have we here?"
Makoto
I move my head away from your mouth, squirming helplessly. As your hand moves down, I gasp a bit and squirm a lot more. "D-don't do that! Please... please stop!"
Vice
Your words are meaningless to me. I know what you want more than you do. All I need is two fingers. They slip into your underwear and I tingle in delight as I make contact with your vagina. Slowly, I start to caress it.
Makoto
I blush immensely. "D-don't... ahh..." In desperation and remembering you put up a camera seeing everything, I suddenly find myself doing what perhaps you would have done - I sink my nails from both hands into your arm.
Vice
Just as my fingers start to rub faster, I feel a sharp stabbing in my arms. "Whoooahh!" It's enough to get me to halt my advances. Now I'm really mad. I even release your chest, intent on causing you more pain instead.
"Stupid girl!" I yell in frustration. "This could have been so easy for you!"
Spinning you around, I deliver a vicious slap. With my strength, it's more like getting hit in the face with a frying pan.
Makoto
"Augh!" I stumble back, but retain my footing. Still, as you see me now I'm well aware I'm long since defeated - I probably simply prolonged my suffering.
Fate deals me another humiliating card, too. Loosened by your invading hand, my pants fall down, exposing my legs and red panties. Too focused on my fear of your inevitable next attack, I don't even notice.
Vice
Eschewing anything fancy, I simply step forward and deliver a big boot to your stomach. I want to smash those shiny abs of yours.
Makoto
"Aggggh!" I stumble back again, bent over forwards and holding my aching stomach. I cough a little, looking at you in terror.
Vice
"You should have played along. It didn't have to be like this."
In a flash, I'm on you. My right hand gripping your shoulder, my other snaking between your legs. My inhuman nature shows again as I press you over my head effortlessly. Your pants slide all the way off now and I kick them away disdainfully. I look up at your half naked body, sweat and tears dripping down on me. "Such a waste."
Makoto
I cry and whimper, looking down on you. "W-w-w-wait... wait... don't hurt me anymore, I'll... I'll..." I stumble over the words.
Vice
"Too late."
I throw you down with all of my strength. But you don't hit the ground. I raise my knee causing your spine to collide against it. The ensuing crack is music to my ears. Anyone else would have been instantly paralyzed, but miraculously you seem to be mostly in one piece still.
I let you lie on my knee for a moment, admiring your sexy mid-section stretched over it. Then I let you fall facedown to the floor.
I kneel, resting my hand on your butt. "Now then..." I wink at the camera. "...the real fun can begin."
Makoto
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGH!!!!!" The pain is maddening. I feel like a wave of cold, emanating from the point your knee breaks its way into my back, flows through my body - again a moment passes where I believe I'm dead.
As I hit the floor, I don't seem to feel anything. It is not until your hand touches my ass and you speak over me I even realize I'm still alive. Drooling up a puddle under my mouth, I manage - now seeming like an accomplishment - to turn my head to the side, looking up at you.
"Puh... please... d-don't kill me", I whimper, face involuntarily rubbing into the puddle of saliva.
Vice
"Kill you? Ha ha ha! Silly girl...what would be the fun in that?"
It occurs to me now that the commotion we've caused seems to have caused a stir outside. Perfect.
I take your hachimaki and make sure it's tied snug around your throat. "Yellow. The colour of fear. How appropriate."
Wrapping it around my arm, I head towards the exit and tug on it. "It's a good thing you can still move. Come here."
Makoto
I gasp and cough as you pull me up, weakly grasping at the band around my throat as I stumble along with you.
Vice
Just seeing you clumsily navigating the room on your hands and knees is enough to make me wet. Ooooh...need to contain myself. I'm the one in control here.
"Faster!" Walking back over to you, I give a cruel slap to one of your buttcheeks. Then the other! They shake and quiver in your red panties, drawing more laughter from me. "I don't have all day!"
Makoto
I blush as I'm dragged along like some dogpound bitch. As you spank me, I gasp and look down, enduring your cruel laughter and crawling along.
Vice
"Stay." I go to retrieve the camera. My employers won't want to miss this.
As we head back out to the street, I make sure to spank you again loudly. It is like I'm announcing your arrival. A scattering of townspeople are already gathered around. I can see from the stunned looks on their faces that you must be some sort of local hero.
Pointing to one of the slackjawed gawkers, I motion for him to come over and hold the camera. I give him a hundred dollar bill and warn him not to stop filming you under any circumstances.
The area in front of the dojo is wet from last night's rain. You have no choice but to crawl over it.
Makoto
As we head out to the street, I briefly try to shy back realizing I'm about to be very publicly humiliated. This doesn't work - as you keep pulling on the band I finally relent and crawl forth for fear of being strangled.
As everyone sees me in this state, bruised, exposed and humbled by the cruel woman, I look down on the ground and cry. Hearing their mumbling, I beg silently for someone to come and help me - but it doesn't happen.
Vice
Without warning, I take a seat on your back squashing you into the mud. It's not soft enough to provide much cushioning. "Don't squirm too much, Makoto. I'd hate to get this suit dirty."
Makoto
I gasp loudly, my weakened body crumbling like a house of cards as you sit on me and press me into the dirty ground. Knowing everyone I know can see this, I cry more openly at this point.
Vice
"Behold! The mighty karate champion!" I stand and scrape the dirt off my shoes, watching as it falls on your face. "I can see why you love her so. She really epitomizes the attitude of this place!"
I drag you to your knees, propping you up from behind to make sure everyone gets a good look.
"Doesn't it feel good, Makoto? To just let go?"
Makoto
I simply sob and look down, saying nothing as the crowd gets to see my mud-covered body and face.
Vice
"Nothing to say? Fine." I don't waste any more time. Unlike the deliberate approach I took before, now I drive my hand aggressively into your panties. My fingers penetrate you without remorse.
Makoto
I shriek at this, squirming slightly - but in vain. No longer able to stop you, I cry louder as your fingers penetrate me in front of everyone.
Vice
Leaving your chest alone, I instead grab your face and turn it towards me. I engage you in a deep kiss, my tongue overtaking yours. Down below, my fingers continue to work their magic.
I stay close to you, grinding my pussy against your supple cheeks. I start to forget that we're not alone.
"Mmmph...mmmph...yessss..."
Makoto
I gulp as you grab my face, offering another muffled objection as you kiss me. Following this, I can do nothing but squirm lightly and groan into the kiss, knowing everyone can see this woman fuck me in the street and I can't do anything about it.
Vice
Our bodies are intertwined now. Even I'm surprised at how much fun I'm having exploring your body. I start to forget why I even came here in the first place.
Still, all good things must come to an end. Sucking on your lips one last time, I focus all of my efforts into stimulating your clit. "Time...for the...big finish..." I whisper breathlessly.
Makoto
I pant - and moan. I don't know how, but somehow, in this state - my body broken, my spirit crushed and my reputation destroyed - the sadistic woman above me is giving me pleasure. As you speak to me, I moan weakly while looking up at you. "F-finish...?"
Vice
Oh, you precious thing.
I can tell you've never been taken care of like this before. What awful lovers you must have had up to this point.
Pushing you back onto your hands and knees, I move my other hand down the back of your panties. Searching for something soft, I start to thrust more fingers into you, rousing you from both ends. "Let go, Makoto...let go..."
Makoto
This is shortly enough to bring me to orgasm. I let out a series of louder moans as I climax in front of everyone, the nectar of my pussy flowing into my already soiled panties.
Vice
I make sure not to let up right away, wanting to ensure that your body is liberated of its juices. "Oooooh, Makotoooo...there you are." As you release, I can feel my own panties getting moist. Your moans are music to my ears.
Makoto
As you continue, I hit another orgasm, crying out louder this time. This time, I tremble weakly and fall back to rest in your arm, my head leaning back and my bruised and dirtied body lying there for your eyes to see.
Vice
I'm convinced you've had just about enough. My fingers continue their work, almost as a reflex. I stand up with my arm around you, underneath your chest. I'm entranced by the fluids running from your crotch, coursing down your legs into the dirt below. I use my feet to spread you a bit so that everyone can see what's happening.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Makoto
Delirious, I'm barely aware of what's going on around me. I no longer feel the gazes of those who once admired me, no longer seem to feel any shame before the camera. No longer object to your embrace. I feel a brief afterburst course through me (Leading more drops down my leg) and let out a contented moan.
Vice
"Say it. Say 'Mistress Vice owns me.'"
Makoto
"...Mis... mistress..." I gulp. "...Mistress Vice... owns me."
Vice
"Pathetic!" I hiss. My demeanour quickly changes from seductive to furious. "And here I thought you had some pride. I should have known better." With complete disdain, I shove you back down into the mud.
Gripping your hachimaki again, I go to one of the wooden posts in front of your dojo and start to fasten it. "Still...I'll bet my employers will be very happy with what they saw here today. That has to be worth something."
I tug on the makeshift leash to make sure that it's tied to the post properly. "One week. I'll be back in one week and if you don't have our money WITH interest...then I'll make sure this whole neighbourhood is taken care of." I glance at my muddy suit. "You better pay for this dry cleaning too, hmph."
Vice
"And one more thing." I grab the back of your bra and drag you to the post so that you're sitting against it. You're so helpless, I can't resist going in for one more kiss. "Pay up or you can expect a hell of a lot more of this."
I get up to leave, retrieving my camera and preparing to call for my limousine out of here.
Makoto
As you leave, I'm left alone and whimpering in front of the still-staring crowd. Slowly, I return to my senses. Broken, humiliated and defeated in every possible way, I slowly understand - if I don't manage to fully recover in time for the tournament, there's no way I'll be able to get the money back. If so... she'll be back.
