It's time to learn our tag move: Gun and Sword

"At the bare minimum, Ms. Hojo, you simply must know our tag finisher move. Neither Guns-Up nor any other tag team can be expected to win a championship bout without relying upon the cooperative move they've mastered. As a single competitor, I have many signatures: the Reverse Edge, the Naked Blade, the Sheath Stance..." The Princess counted each of these off one one hand, folding back the exposed fingers from her knuckle gloves with each new count. I tried hard not to picture what each of these entailed, given what I knew of Hurricail and Makiu's "Rain Shower" tag move, but I found myself blushing all the same as my imagination filled in the blanks, regardless of my wishes. "But the tag move is one I can only do with my partner. We call it... 'Gun and Sword.'"

That just made me wonder why their tag team wasn't named 'Gun and Sword' instead of 'Guns Up.' The Princess' theme all seemed to be swords, not guns. Still, at least the tag team attack name made sense. It actually sounded like it could be kind of cool... But what did it entail? I asked her, hoping I wasn't about to immediately regret asking the question.

"It's a simple one. It's a powerful move where the Princess impales the enemy upon her sword, then you finish them off with a bullet to the head-- a brutal execution."

I gulped hard. This suddenly sounded like a bloody action flick, not futa wrestling. I asked her to clarify, then amended my statement with a "please..." then amended it further with a "your majesty."

The Princess, appreciating my servile behavior, ran one hand along the conical twist of black hair that she'd arranged at the side of her head and grinned broadly. "When I refer to your 'gun...' you can imagine what I'm talking about, can't you?"

I lowered my eyebrows with a lack of amusement, but nodded anyway. I wasn't such a slouch as a detective that I'd failed to pick up on all of the clues so far. When she said "finish them off with a bullet to the head," she actually meant" finish them off with a cumshot from your dick." It was mortifying to imagine doing that in the middle of the ring... and yet... better than imagining being wacked off and shooting onto Genkei in the crowd. But where did the sword come into it?

My tag team partner ran two fingers slowly down her abdomen and let them rest upon that all-too-short costume skirt she'd put on, which was still protruding a fair distance from actually laying flat over her lap, creating a sort of a shelf. "I don't normally show this off unless it's time to deliver a kill-blow, Ms. Hojo. However, it's important that you comprehend its form... It's part of what makes me royalty, after all. It's my treasured sword..." The woman pinched her skirt in two fingers, then lifted it up with painfully teasing pace...

I felt my eyes bulging... Beneath that black fetish version of a school skirt, the Princess' royal jewels, so to speak, were contained in similarly midnight black, lowrider panties... but above that, the "sword" was sheathed in a sort of a wrapped, black cloth, tied around in delicate white string and poking out the lip of the top of those strained panties. What a freak! My fellow ODD agent is a pro-wrestler that literally sheaths her cock by wrapping it in cloth like a weapon! I must be dreaming...!

A-And the size of it! That has to be a dream too, right? It's not exactly the artist's ideal of futa-- that is, a giant shlong as big as half of their body-- but erect like this, it's clear that it's easily 2x the erect length of my own! If it wasn't standing up straight, it would probably hang out the bottom of her skirt.

Inevitably, the mind wonders... I wondered how a lady would even handle a dick like that? Not just in the sense of Princess maintaining a normal life with it, but also, in the sense of... you know... "handling" it. I didn't have the same parts as most women, so inevitably, my mind went to using my throat... or even... well, let's not go there! You understand what I'm saying. My brain tried to rationalize what I was seeing... maybe, with the wrapping paper off, it wouldn't look so tremendous?

As if anticipating my thoughts, the Princess grabbed the bow-string at the base of her cock with a victorious smirk, then, with agonizing slowness, tugged it free. The cloth fell free around her member now, like a lewd curtain. Finally, with a flourish, she plucked it off like a napkin and threw that behind herself.

Gaaaah! It was every bit as big as it looked covered up!

"Behold! Bow to it! This is the Princess's royal sword!" My partner shouted the words with authority, holding out one hand with her fingers splayed and a fierce, grinning expression.

I... I literally felt compelled to bow to it! My awe had reached something like worship! But no! I-If I start bowing to other futa cocks, I'm going to lose every shred of dignity I have left! Instead, I just pressed my hands together and nodded as enthusiastically as I could manage, nearly bobbing my glasses off of my face. I told her that it suuure was impressive, yep! My eyebrows twitched as I found myself unable to take my eyes off of it...

She seemed to be drinking in my reaction; her eyes grew scarier and her grin more predatory with each passing moment. "Ms. Hojo... I think the two of us are going to get along very, very well as a tag-team. You have the sort of studious nature that makes you just perfect to serve as a royal servant for the Princess..." I watched, aghast, as the lengthy object between her legs bounced back and forth on her approach towards me... She stopped and placed one hand upon my shoulder, nearly causing me to jump at the feeling of her reserved grip. By this point, she was so close that her cock's head rested upright against my belly and our faces nearly touched. "If you show me fealty in this match... You will be rewarded."

I stared up into her face, then down towards her futa dick, trying to decide which part was less terrifying. R-Rewarded?

"By Genkei, of course. But also, by my estimation. Having the esteem of the Princess... There could be no greater perk than that~" At the word perk, she ran her fingers over the lap of my shorts. I felt like I was going to cum inside of my pants again... "Now. You understand the tag team move, don't you? When I skewer the opponent- that is, when I manage to get my dick inside their mouth- you will release aside their head. That means I need your dick to be firm and ready for the moment."

S-So what?! Am I supposed to just rub myself all match to keep it up?

The Princess frowned just a bit at this; her molten hot, lewd demeanor had suddenly returned to cold steel. "You will be in the presence of the Princess. After what you've just seen, you claim you'll be able to go without an erection? Nay; I expect you'll be twitching all throughout. Be careful they don't catch you in the Rain Shower-"

Yes, yes, I've been warned about that a lot! But what am I supposed to do if they do catch me? What if Hurricail tosses me out of the corner and Makiu sets me up in the opposite corner, where the Princess can't tag me?

At this, the Princess waved one hand dismissively. "The Heavy Storms are no match for me. Just make sure that you are close to our corner at all times, so that I can make the tag."

Grrrr! She was either not hearing my concerns or just dismissing them, over and over again! At this rate, there was no way I was going to manage to deliver the Gun and Sword to our opponents... Even less likely was that I'd avoid falling victim to their tag finisher. The only saving grace was that they'd said they wanted to catch the Princess in the Rain Shower, not me... But, then again, that tag finisher didn't expend any of their energy at all, just mine. They could easily use it several times throughout the match... against the same target, even. I began to feel my dick aching with anxiety...

"The time is nigh, Desperado #2. Let us head to the ring. We'll make short work of these foes, then you can enjoy all of the rewards that come to the victor..." The Princess's eyes turned into teasing crescents as her lips parted into another grin, just before she stepped out past me. The woman re-wrapped her cock with surprising quickness and efficiency, given the intricate knot. I watched the underside of her buttocks in continued mesmeric stupefaction as she walked. "Do not fall behind."

I nodded, then departed for the strangest day of my life.

The path up to the wrestling ring was unusually dark, with folding metal seats all around the outside area. Not exactly "VIP" if you ask me, but Genkei was the one who paid for it, and he seemed plenty pleased. From the front left corner, I spotted his gaudy gold tie and purple vest; his zombie-like face was grinning in supreme satisfaction, seeing me and Princess perform our ring-run together. For my part, I tried to ignore looking at either his disgusting smirk or Princess's jutting erection... the former made me want to wretch and the latter raised feelings inside me that I wasn't ready to confront yet.

On the other hand, there was something else I was ready to confront. It was a gift to myself... It was something I had to do, as a detective, to solidify my pride before I started this farce of a tag team title match. Once the Princess was comfortably in her corner, reclining against the elastic blue ring ropes with both arms spread, I climbed the turnbuckle nearest to Genkei and pointed out to the crowd.

I began my speech: before we get started, I want to put a period on a mystery that's been bugging me all day and has led to **** misfortunes on my own part. I doubt any of you have given it a second thought-- shame on you! Don't turn your backs on a good mystery!

Genkei elbowed the man next to him and snickered. "She's a nut for mystery novels. That's my geek!"

I grit my teeth, then clapped my hands, urging them to return their attention to me. I could feel Princess watching me with one eyebrow raised; she'd forgotten the mystery entirely. I was, of course, talking about the disappearance of Desperado #1! Who was behind it! Why had they done such a thing? I was finally ready to cap off that mystery and name the guilty party!

I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Heavy Storm had begun to approach down the ramp. Hurricail was dressed in her green ring gear, allowing me to see an outline of the futa-confirming parts that I'd failed to find earlier, along with a mask that hid her kindly face. In this form, she seemed even scarier... Scarier yet was Makiu, who wore a curving, shark-toothed grin like she couldn't wait to lady-handle me.

Fine! They may as well hear it too. Behold, my pedigree as a mystery nerd! I'm about to reveal the culprit! The spotlights shined down on me and all eyes held their attention upon me... for a brief and shining moment, I felt like a real detective!