SIDE STORY: Mukuro's Past Part 2

BANG!

After that, Mukuro began to hear gunshots more and more, as shooting at firing ranges became a regular part of her life. Every month at least, she’d go to the closest firing range and practice her skills - even when she couldn’t afford the entrance fee, she’d find ways to sneak in and practice anyway. Part of her told herself that it was rational, just another way to learn how to defend herself and her sister, but deep down she couldn’t help but find the action calming and even… satisfying.

Unfortunately, despite her close friendship with Sayaka, the two eventually did end up drifting apart. It wasn’t that either of them had a choice; it was just that Mukuro’s current step parents divorced, and neither of them wanted to keep the Enoshima triplets in their care. So, they wound up in the orphanage again, at a new school district with no phones and no free internet access. It was only natural that they’d lose track of each other after that.

But after that, she found herself going to the firing range twice as often, and by the time she was 17 and she and her sisters were finally preparing to go out on their own, she never missed again.

Indeed, for two straight years she had a perfect record at the range, always hitting her targets perfectly through the center on the first shot. It didn’t matter if they were near or far, moving or still, or even if there were a hundred targets circling her at once, she always managed to get them all perfectly.

But even as her skills grew, that did nothing to help her financial situation at all. At the moment, Mukuro was just barely able to hold down a job as a customer sales representative at a large store, Junko was hopping constantly between odd jobs, and Ryoko simply couldn’t hold down a job without her anxiety acting up. The fact that Junko and Mukuro both spent time in juvie during all this certainly did not help.

But then things changed one day while she was at her latest firing range. This time she managed to save up enough money to buy a year-long membership, and with how stressful things had been with her family’s situation she was going there more and more often. It was late in the evening, and as far as Mukuro knew she was the only one there besides the owner. She always preferred her sessions this way since this meant greater concentration on her targets and fewer meatheads and Yakuza trying to hit on her.

So when she heard the font doors of the place open behind her, she naturally turned around to see who it was. She was expecting a man or a woman, but instead she was greeted by the sight of a strange, indistinct figure wearing a large black trench coat with matching hat and sunglasses. Almost all of their features were obscured, and they didn’t seem too keen on looking her in the eye either.

Mukuro was naturally suspicious but turned back to her portion of the firing range nonetheless. It wasn’t until the figure was directly behind Mukuro that she finally struck, spinning around and pinning the figure to the ground, her hand clasped around the person’s throat. It was at that point that the disguise finally fell away and the figure was revealed to be a beautiful woman with snow white hair, blue eyes, and a red shirt.

“Heh, was I really that obvious?” the woman asked with a smirk, a slight accent in her voice.

“Yes, you were,” she answered curtly. “Next time you try to sneak up on someone, I suggest you try wearing something more natural as a disguise.”

“Really now?” The strange woman smirked again and flexed her unseen wrist. It was only then that Mukuro realized that she had a knife trained directly at Mukuro’s stomach. “Then maybe next time you attack someone, you’ll take greater care to make sure they don’t already have their weapon ready~”

“... what is it that you want?” Mukuro asked, her voice still calm. “If you want my money, I don’t have much. And if you were here for the guns, then you’d probably rob the owner instead.”

“Relax, Mukuro!” the white-haired woman replied casually. “I’m not here to cause you any trouble! In fact, I’m here to offer you the opportunity of a lifetime!”

“You… know my name?” Mukuro gently released her grip on the woman’s throat and sat up away from her knife. To her great relief, the woman did not take the opportunity to stab or cut her.

“Of course! We’ve been keeping track of you for a long time, after all!” The white-haired woman sat up and removed her coat entirely, pulling the font of her shirt down a little to show off a black tattoo of a wolf that she had on the inside of her sizable breasts. “You can call me Amy Maxine, and I'm here to represent my employer, Fenrir.”

“Fenrir?” Even more than the knife, that word took Mkuro by surprise. “I’ve heard of them. They’re that world-renowned mercenary company, aren’t they? They say that their members are all immortal, and that even one squad of them is worth an entire army.”

“Oh, so you’re a fan, eh?” Amy asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“I have… read a few stories about them in military magazines, and the like,” Mukuro replied, hiding her blush with her hand. “But that still doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

“Isn’t it obvious, little girl?” Amy reached into her pocket and pulled out a white envelope. “This is your invitation into Hogwarts, and I’m your giant, hairy groundskeeper! Fenrir is always looking out for promising candidates to join our ranks, and you were chosen to be this year’s lucky winner!”

“I… don’t know what Hogwarts is.” Mukuro replied bluntly.

“Doesn’t matter!” said Amy. “What matters is that we want you to join us as a recruit. There’s a hundred-thousand dollar sign-up bonus, all expenses will be paid for during training, and then when you finally start working for real you can potentially be making thousands on every mission - or to your next-of-kin if you don’t survive.”

“Seriously? You expect me to just join you and become a killer? Just like that?” Mukuro asked. “I don’t have any real military experience; why me?”

“Maybe, but you still clearly have more potential than almost any other candidate we’ve seen,” Amy explained. “You’re fit, healthy, you have a family that you’re loyal to, you’re already proven your ability with a gun if your records here are anything to go by, and your criminal record shows that you’re great when it comes to improvised combat! Not to mention, the fact that you were able to even touch me earlier is a very good sign.”

“And I’m just supposed to trust that your offer is real then?” As she spoke, Mukuro reloaded the handgun she was using to shoot down the range. “Anyone can get a tattoo that looks like that, you know.”

“Maybe… but if you know anything about Fenrir, then you know that people who pretend to be them never live very long.” Fearless, Amy walked up to Mukuro and shoved the letter into her hands. “Take time to think about it, okay? When you finally come to a decision, open that envelope and follow the instructions to get in contact with us. Oh, and just so you know, I wouldn’t expect you or your family to live for very long either if you went to the government or police about this.”

“Noted,” Mukuro said flatly.

“Awesome! I guess that means my work here is done then!” Amy put her disguise back on and turned back toward the door.

“You’re very annoying, you know that?” Mukuro said as Amy walked away. Amy just shot a middle finger back at Mukuro and continued on her way, disappearing into the December night.

Mukuro cut her range session short after that and went straight home to her and her sisters’ apartment. It wasn’t very big, especially for three people, but it was the best that they could afford on such a small budget. Ryoko was at the window sketching some of the trees and cars that she could see out their window while Junko was busily sewing a hole on a dress on a mannequin.

“Finally! It’s about time that you got home!” Junko complained, not bothering to look up from her work. “Your food was starting to get cold, and I do not want you to stink up the place reheating it again.”

“Of course; sorry, Junko,” Mukuro replied automatically. She knew her sister didn’t really mean that; complaints like this were just one of Junko’s many unusual ways of saying ‘I love you’. If Junko was actually upset about something, it was very easy for Mukuro to tell. “How have you two been?”

“I’ve been doing great, uh…” Ryoko took only a second to flip to the front of her notebook. “Mukuro! Today, Junko played a board game with me and went ‘bankrupt’, and I met a nice mailman who came around our place!”

“Yeah, not that exciting, I know,” Junko said, standing up and straightening her long white tie over her black shirt and short red skirt. “But I’m getting one step closer to finally opening that clothing store, Mukuro! It took some digging but I might have found someone who’d be interested in investing in my idea!”

“Really? And what would the interest rate on that be?” Mukuro asked.

“Well, we haven’t exactly worked that out just yet, but you don’t need to worry about that, ‘kay?” Junko replied. “I’ll handle everything, I promise.”

“Right, of course.” Mukuo replied before pausing. “But… let’s say there was a way that you could get money for your business without any interest… would you take it?”

Junko turned toward her sister curiously. “Mukuro… what exactly are you talking about?”

Mukuro sighed, knowing there was no point in trying to lie or obfuscate with Junko.

“While I was out at the firing range today, someone came and offered me a job. A job that could potentially make us all quite a bit of money.”

“Really? And what would that be?” Ryoko asked innocently.

“It’s… security work,” Mukuro replied, giving a half-truth for the sake of her redheaded sister. “It’s a little dangerous, but it’s nothing that I can’t handle. It would likely require me to be away from you both for a while, though.”

“Wait, are you being serious?” Junko asked, seriousness suddenly appearing in her vonice. “No, absolutely not. You aren’t going anywhere.”

“H-huh?” Mukuro almost dropped her silverware, not expecting Junko’s response to be so forceful. “But… it will actually put my talents to good use, and… I think I’d probably really enjoy it too.”

“Well, if that’s what your heart says, then trying that out wouldn’t be that bad, right?” Ryoko volunteered, not wanting voices to be raised any further.

“Oh, well, if that’s what her heart wants then it’s totally okay!” Junko said sarcastically as she threw up her hands. “As if! Blegh! Even thinking about someone following their heart makes me sick to my goddamn stomach!”

“Junko, you know it isn’t…” Mukuro trailed off as she noticed just how distressed Ryoko had become next to them. “Ryoko, dear; could you please go into my room and find my boot cleaning supplies?”

“O-of course, Mukuro! I’ll be right back!” Ryoko, taking the chance to escape the stressful situation, rushed off to the nearby bedroom and shut the door behind her.

“... Junko, why are you acting like this? I thought that you’d be excited about this,” Mukuro said once she was alone with her blonde sister. “This could easily get us everything we ever wanted in a few short years, and you’ve never been someone to be unambitious.”

“So?” Junko snapped. “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but you’ve barely been here at home already. What with your jobs and going in and out of juvie, it sometimes feels like we barely even know you anymore. And now, you want to be in a completely different time zone than us? What, is being around us that unbearable?”

“No, of course not!” Mukuro answered without any hesitation. “You two are still my world, my whole world; you know that. I would do anything to make you two happy.”

“Oh really? Really?” Junko replied in a very mocking tone. “How about you actually be around for once and start acting like the big sister that you’re supposed to be. Because you’ve been a good-for-nothing disappointment that always makes empty promises.” Frustrated, Junko kicked the mannequin she was working on.

Mukuro paused and wondered what she should do next. It was clear that Junko didn’t want her to do this, and she knew trying to convince her of anything was an uphill battle. She considered, for a moment, just giving up and throwing away the envelope she was given then and there, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that either, as if her hands were refusing to let her throw away such an opportunity. But, before she could contemplate that for too long, the door to her bedroom opened once again.

“Here you are, Mukuro! I’ve got it!” Ryoko announced proudly as she walked out with a small brown box. “Everything’s in there too, even the wipes! I could tell because of the indentations in the bottom of the case!”

“Ah… thank you, Ryoko. I appreciate it.” Mukuro bowed her head and took the box.

“So, uh… are things okay now between you two?” Ryoko meekly spoke up, her eyes darting between her sisters. “I mean, I don’t mean to insert myself in this, but… just remember that we’re supposed to be family. Sisters, triplets in fact. Even though we don’t always agree on everything, we always look out for each other in the end. And we’ll always continue to support what’s best for each other. So… I think it would be better if we all just got along, right??”

“Oh, don’t worry, Ryoko; it’s already been all taken care of,” Junko replied, her tone somehow suddenly chipper.

“It… it has?” Mukuro raised a curious eyebrow.

“Of course! Mukuro’s going to leave to go fishing with dynamite, or whatever! And that’s fine!” Junko continued, her happy smile still unbroken. “The despair alone I’ll get from being abandoned alone will make it worth it! Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get my camera so I can take photos of my new dress! Try not to ruffle it too much when I’m gone, okay?”

“...” Mukuro, stunned into silence alongside Ryoko, didn’t say anything as the blonde left for her room.

“... Ryoko, how much did you hear?” Mukuro asked.

“Most of it… but, Junko wasn’t serious, right? I know that you’d never actually abandon us; you’ve always loved us even when you’ve had to be away,” Ryoko said, giving Mukuro a smile that was much more genuine than Junko’s.

“Yes… that’s true.” Mukuro stood up and kissed her sister on the forehead. “I’ll microwave us some dinner now, okay? And it’ll be your favorite, too; spaghetti and meatballs.”

“I’m supposed to be the one that makes the dinner for us… but, alright,” Ryoko replied. “I can’t wait to taste it!”

The rest of the night went on relatively uneventfully, with the three just chatting about their days around their undersized dining table. Mukuro tried to bring up her employment offer a few more times with Junko, but each time it was met with Junko just saying that it had already been decided, and that she should try not to get killed too brutally while she’s gone. Mukuro honestly couldn’t tell if this was a passive-aggressive way to get her to stay or not, since Junko was often very hard to read, but ultimately Mukuro decided that if she truly wanted Mukuro to stay then she’d do something to stop her before she left.

So that night, once her sisters had all gone to bed, Mukuro stepped into her bedroom, took a deep breath, and opened the letter she had received from Fenrir.

BANG!

A few months had passed since Mukuro had opened the letter from Fenrir, and now listening to the sound of gunshots was simply part of her daily routine. After being transported to the company's secret base in the Syrian Desert, her boot-camp training to become a soldier began almost immediately. Hauling equipment, jogging, marching, maintaining weapons, hand-to-hand combat, and survival training. She wasn’t allowed to use any guns herself for the first two months so she could ‘get used to the fundamentals’ first, but her instructors did not hesitate to use live ammunition and explosives when teaching her to survive on the battlefield.

It was harsh, unforgiving training, but not once did Mukuro ever complain, act out, or question the orders of her superiors. Like a good soldier, she did exactly what was expected of her as soon as she was told, and she always did so perfectly.

Today was another such example of her rapidly-growing prowess; at the center of the Fenrir bootcamp was a massive obstacle course affectionately referred to as ‘The Meat-grinder’ by the cadets - or ‘pups’ as the official members referred to them as. It was a maze of ropes, dust, muddy sewage, barbed wire, and spinning saw blades, and more than a few pups had lost hands or even entire limbs trying to traverse it as quickly as possible. Mukuro, on the other hand, was able to get through without so much as a scratch on her very first try, and her time at beating the course had only gotten better. Today, she was using a new technique where she’d actually launch herself off the tops of the blades, bypassing one of the largest climbing walls in mere moments before landing at the finish line on the other side gracefully.

“So… how did I do?” the 18 year-old asked calmly. Her hair, which had recently been cut to a short neck-length, blew in the breeze behind her as she stared expectantly at the woman in full combat gear in front of her.

“Three minutes… a new record, again.” Amy said as she looked at her watch. She had her hair in a bun, was wearing camo pants, combat boots and a black tank top . “Honestly, I don’t know why you keep bothering to beat yourself at this point - you go through the course in the required time already! You’re not going to get bonus points with the boss just by making your number smaller by a few seconds.”

“I’m not doing this to impress anyone. I’m doing this so I can be ready for the field,” Mukuro replied, grabbing a water bottle to take a drink. “I need to be agile, and one second can be the difference between life and ****.”

“So dramatic. You may be right about one thing, but out there in the field, you’ll be against other human beings and they’re unpredictable, not pre-placed ropes and wooden walkways,” Amy countered, scoffing. “I’ve seen ‘combat geniuses’ like you before, who get perfect marks on all their physical tests and do better than anyone else on the training courses, but the moment they see real combat experience, they melt like butter in the midday sun.”

“Oh? And do you expect me to be one of those people?” Mukuro scoffed, a bit ticked off from being talked down to. “Frankly, I’m a bit insulted that you’re underestimating me right now.”

“That confident, eh?” Amy cocked her hips and looked Mukuro up and down. “Well, we’re not technically supposed to start hand-to-hand training until 1400 hours, but… if you want, I could give you the chance to test yourself against a proper veteran right here, right now.”

“...” Mukuro paused as she returned Amy’s glance, analyzing her potential opponent. “Alright; what are the rules?”

“Simple; whoever falls first, loses,” Amy explained, getting into a combat stance. “Think you can handle that, little pup ?”

“That suits me just fine, kitten.” Mukuro cracked her neck and got into a combat stance as well, keeping her center of gravity low to help make her harder to knock over. The two stared at each other in the scorching sun for a few moments before they finally charged at each other at the same time. The two met in the middle of the sand, each trading blows on each other’s bodies with their hardened fists. Despite the obvious fury, the attacks weren’t truly meant to bring the other down - instead they were quick, exploratory, and hunting for any sign of weakness. And, when neither side could find any, they both leaped back from each other and panted back in their orginal starting positions.

“Oh ho! So you aren’t just talk after all!” Amy grunted as she wiped away the sweat on her forehead. “That training has definitely done good for building up those muscles of yours. You’re not quite the string bean you were when you first came in!”

“I was always strong,” Mukuro replied, looking Amy directly in the eye. “People have always been underestimating me because of my size, because of where I come from, because I’m a girl, but I’ve always had to hold back. But here… I’ve finally had the chance to go all-out.”

“I can tell - but unfortunately for you, a poor street kid that recently gained some muscle can’t hold a candle to someone who was born to be a soldier!” Amy suddenly lifted her leg and thrust it hard toward Mukuro’s shin. Mukuro, seeing this coming, managed to leap out of the way and returned with a kick of her own. After that, it practically became a kickboxing match, their heavy boots smacking into each other's legs so violently it was like a thunderstorm was between them. Mukuro did her best to keep pace, but it was clear that Amy had her beat in this department, her legs simply too well-trained to be beaten. Deciding to switch up her strategy, Mukuro pretended to go down only to try and toss sand in her opponent’s eyes straight afterward.

For a moment, Mukuro thought she had managed to gain the upper hand, but that only lasted for about a second before Amy’s head came barreling through the sand and head-butted her right in the face. The blow was so strong that Mukuro’s balance was instantly destroyed, and she fell to the ground clutching the bridge of her nose. It wasn’t broken, but it still hurt like hell.

“Hah! Not even five minutes!” Amy laughed, brushing the dust off her shoulder. “That was the most basic sparring we do here. If you want to be taken seriously as a real wolf, you’re going to have to do better than that!”

“I… I lost?” Mukuro said to herself, shocked as she struggled to get to her feet, but Amy didn’t pay her any mind. Instead, she just went over toward the firing range where the other cadets were busily training their sharpshooting abilities, no doubt to torment them as well. She clearly expected Mukuro to sit there and stew in her humiliation, and to an extent she was right.

But as soon as that had passed, Mukuro began to think about what she had done wrong. For one, she was expecting Amy to react to the sand like a normal street thug or cop, but she didn’t account for the fact that living out in the desert would make her used to it. Secondly, she made the mistake of fighting Amy on her own terms, hoping that her skill would overcome Amy’s experience - but she knew now that she should have taken control of the fight from the start.

So, by the time Amy had made her way to the other cadets, Mukuro was already planning their next match in her head, and figuring out the best way to train before it happened.

Ultimately, she decided to pick up her stuff and head to the Fenrir indoor gym - there had to be at least a punching bag or two waiting there for her to use.

BANG!

One month later and Mukuro was almost ready to graduate from being a cadet to being a fully-recognized Fenrir soldier of fortune. For many of the cadets, who bled and worked their bones into dust for this opportunity, they thought about the moment they’d be allowed to get their wolf tattoos with glee and anticipation.

Mukuro, on the other hand, couldn’t care less. Her graduation may have been guaranteed, but she knew she couldn’t accept it yet; she still had unfinished business.

Which is why she was now at the Fenrir indoor firing range, her eyes scanning the rows of the range for a woman with white hair. Mukuro had decided she was ready for her rematch a week prior, but Amy had been away on a mission for the government of Venezuela. She wasn’t afraid that Amy would die on the mission - she was far too strong for that - but she was slightly frightened that she may not make it back in time for graduation.

So when she heard that Amy was back, Mukuro headed straight toward her last-known location with her black combat gloves and a new pair of boots. Eventually, she managed to find the soldier practicing her M16 skills, her aim steady until Mukuro spoke up.

“There you are,” Mukuro announced loudly so she could be heard.

“Oh, well if it isn’t the little pup. Almost ready to graduate to a full-fledged wolf now.” Amy greeted her, not looking in Mukuro’s direction, focusing on her M16. “How does it feel to know you’re finally going to join the pack?”

“Just shut up, I don’t care about that right now.” Mukuro raised her hand and pointed at Amy’s face. “You and me; rematch. Right now.”

“Wait, what?” Amy turned around to face her, perplexed about what Mukuro was asking. “Oh, I get it! You’re still sore about me kicking your butt last month, aren’t you? Well, I don’t know… I’d love for the opportunity to break a few of your bones and that soft ass of yours… but I’ve got lots of important things to do! I have to wash my hair, eat dinner, take a shit, think about what I’m eating for breakfast tomorrow… you know, lots of more important things. Maybe next week…”

“That’s not good enough; graduation is on Friday,” Mukuro pointed out, ticked off that Amy was making a bunch of excuses instead of accepting her rematch. “We have to do this here and now.”

“Jeez, such a sore loser… alright, since you’re begging, I might be able to pencil you into my busy schedule… on one condition.” Amy smirked as she looked Mukuro up and down. “It’d be pretty boring to just do a complete repeat of last time, so how about we make things more interesting with a bet?”

“That’s fine with me,” Mukuro said confidently. “Though, you should know that since Fenrir has yet to pay me for anything, I currently have no money in my bank account.”

“Pfft, who said anything about money, puppy?” Amy laughed. “Out here, we know money can be a fickle thing, and something that isn’t worth much if you or your opponent might not live through the next battle. We only bet two things here; things, as in stuff you can give right away if you lose, and favors. And right now, I’m thinking about calling in a really big favor if I win.”

“... what are your terms?”

“Simple; whoever loses has to do whatever the loser says, no matter how humiliating or… debased that might be.” Amy replied. “The details will be left up to my imagination when the match is done; though it will probably involve lots of tongue. Do we have a deal?”

“Fine; if that is what it will take.” Mukuro went to an open area in front of the firing range and got into her combat stance, and the other Fenrir soldiers there stopped their shooting to see what was happening. “Now, let’s get started already.”

“Heh… this will be too easy.” Dropping her rifle, Amy wasted no time in charging at Mukuro, hoping to knock her down right away and completely crush Mukuro’s spirit. Mukuro grunted in pain as she blocked the first blow with her arm but she knew it wasn’t hard enough to bruise. So instead of jumping back, Mukuro immediately countered with a powerful, swinging kick. Amy was too quick for it to collide, of course, but it did **** Amy to jump backwards.

This was the opportunity Mukuro was waiting for, and she put all the training she had put in with her punching bags to good use. She rained down a fury of blows on the veteran soldier, swinging right and left with both her fists and her feet. Amy managed to skillfully dodge most of them, but Mukuro could tell she was starting to tire out without getting any moments of reprieve.

“Goddamn, pup… what has gotten into you?” Amy asked, trying her best to keep a jovial tone as she blocked punches and kicks. “Did you really have such a hard-on in wanting to beat me so badly? Where was all this passion the first time we fought?”

“Passion? No… you’re mistaken.” Mukuro swept her leg, forcing Amy to jump over it or fall. “I don’t hold any grudge against you for beating me; far from it. After all, you showed me how to better my technique - but as long as I haven’t beaten you, you’re proof that I can lose. That I might not return home. And that… is unacceptable.”

With that, Mukuro did what looked like an uppercut toward Amy’s chin, and for a moment it looked like the older soldier was able to dodge once again. However, it soon became clear that she wasn’t actually trying to hit her; she was trying to grab onto the shoulder strap of Amy’s tank top. Before Amy could react, Mukuro pulled the strap as hard as she could and brought the white-haired girls’ face hard against hers. Their skulls smacked each other just as hard, of course, but Mukuro managed to ahim herself perfectly so that Amy took the brunt of the damage - and that became apparent as Amy immediately fell down onto her knees.

Unsure if this counted as ‘falling over’, Mukuro raised her fist to deliver another blow to Amy’s face, but Amy swiftly threw up her hands.

“I give, I give! You win!” Amy said with a cough, her world a little bit blurry from the pain she was feeling. “Fuck! I can’t believe I’m the first wolf to ever lose to a pup… this is so humiliating…”

“Hey, look at it this way; at least you lost to the best.” Mukuro reached down and flicked Amy’s nose so hard that she grunted in pain - the same thing some dog owners do to disobedient pets. “Now I can finally graduate with confidence…”

Mukuro let Amy go and turned to leave, stretching her arms as she went, but she stopped when Amy spoke up.

“You know… for being ‘the best’, your head-butting technique could use a little work,” Amy said as she pulled herself to her feet. “You’re supposed to aim for the nose, dumbass! Not the forehead!”

Mukuro paused. “So? It was enough to win, wasn’t it?”

“Maybe… but it’s such an amature mistake to make. You’re going to have to do better when we’re actually out in the field together,” Amy said, walking over to Mukuro. “Anyways, a deal’s a deal, so… what do you want me to do, pup?”

“Oh, right. I completely forgot about that. Um… nothing really.” Mukuro responded.

“Excuse me?!” Amy barked.

“You heard me. I don’t want you to do anything,” Mukuro explained. “I only accepted the bet because I wanted to fight you anyway.”

“Unbelievable… just unbelievable. I can’t believe I lost to a muscle head.” Amy replied, her pride obviously damaged. “And such a waste too. You’re really going to throw away the perfect opportunity to do anything you want with me? Just so you know… I’m, like, the hottest and most talented female soldier alive.”

“...I don’t really feel like it. Got a lot of important stuff to do afterwards. Maybe if you’re lucky enough, I can fit you in my busy schedule. Maybe… by next week?” Mukuro suggested. She expected Amy to swear again at that, or storm off in a huff, but instead Amy just smiled and stepped closer. She was about to ask what the white-haired woman was doing when she leaned in and kissed Mukuro directly on the lips. Even more than being punched or kicked, or even shot at, this moment sent adrenaline flowing through her body as she was struck with sensations she never experienced before. She tasted like a mashed-potato MRE and Diet Dr. Pepper, which was weird. But… a good weird.

“So… you think you got time for me now?” Amy smiled sultrily, breaking the kiss.

“...” Mukuro was silent, unable to let out a single word.

“Hmmm? That’s odd. I knew I was a good kisser, but was my kiss that good?” Amy cocked her head curiously. “Unless… oh my god! Was that your first kiss!?”

“S-shut up!” Mukuro stummered, her face blushing. Y-you’re not my first kiss.”

“Holy shit, this is hilarious! Who knew that this little pup had never kissed anyone before. Oh, losing was totally worth it because this has made my day. But, don’t feel bad, just be honored that your first kiss was with yours truly.”

“You know what? If you’re going to be like that, I think I know exactly what I want you to do; I want you to shut up,” Mukuro ordered. “Get over here, I want you to do to me what I would’ve had to do if you had won. Eat me out.”

Mukuro half-hoped this would scare Amy away, but if anything, the order just made her even more excited.

“Hmmm…. alright. Get ready to have your mind blown harder than the compound I destroyed yesterday,” Amy promised, sauntering up to Mukuro. At first, the rookie soldier didn’t know what to expect, but she certainly didn’t expect Amy to grab her by the waistband and pull down her pants and underwear in full view of everyone watching. Mukuro let out a whimper as she felt the air-conditioned air of the room brush against her bare slit.

“So tell me, pup… do you want it to last, or want this over and done?” Amy cheekily asked, letting a hot, steamy breath onto her clit.

“G-get this over with! The sooner the better.” Mukuro ordered, a bright blush starting to form in her cheeks. She had showered with the other cadets, of course, but none of them had ever gotten such an intimate view of her privates before.

“Yes ma’am~” Amy responded, kissing Mukuro’s clit before working her tongue inside. For Mukuro, the sensation was completely foreign, but altogether pleasant. When Amy’s tongue hit a sensitive spot, Mukuro couldn’t help but shudder and moan. Around them, some of the other members of Fenrir had scattered, no doubt to give the two ladies some privacy. Or so Mukuro thought.

Amy, however, continued exploring Mukuro’s inner folds, mentally noting which spots got the most reaction out of her. A plan of attack began to form in the white-haired woman’s mind. Attacking every sensitive spot inside Mukuro’s womanhood with unrelenting precision and strength. Mukuro, barely able to keep standing at this point, began to let out throaty moans and gripped Amy’s head to **** her deeper. A climax was building; Amy could tell from how Mukuro’s hips bucked and surged, trying to face fuck her, and the veteran knew just how to finish her off.

As Mukuro’s breathing became shallow and heavy, Amy realized it was time for the coup de grace. The girl bit into the rookie’s throbbing clit, gently enough so as to not hurt, but strong enough that it sent a stronger reaction than simply licking would.

The result was a moan that bordered on a scream as Mukuro climaxed, squirting her juices into Amy’s mouth. Her face was as red as a tomato, and she was panting like a dog who had just run a mile.

“Goddam, pup. Don’t tell me that you were a virgin as well!” Amy teased, licking her lips of Mukuro’s love nectar. “I suppose it’s not too bad. You get to have the honor of having a girl as experienced as me eating you out for the first time. So… you want me to continue? Or are you throwing in the towel?”

“No… I want more.” Mukuro breathed, beginning to undo her combat jacket. Amy grinned and licked her lips.

“Out here on the firing range? My, you are thirsty! I expected you to have at least a bit of shame, but if you’re too eager to head back to your bedroom, that’s fine with me!”

“O-oh right, this… isn’t going to get us kicked out of the company, is it?” Mukuro asked, finally remembering that they had an audience - though by that point, most of them had returned to shooting.

“Oh, the Boss doesn’t care if we fuck, pup. It’s pretty much a tradition for soldiers of Fenrir to have sex in public. So long as it doesn’t disrupt training or risk injury, he doesn’t care who, or when we go at it.” Amy informed her, taking off her own clothes.

Mukuro drank in the sight of her partner. Amy’s breasts were about medium sized, but still firm and perky, while every muscle in her body was on full display. Biceps, thighs, and of course abs, all were hardened from years of training, and each was somehow perfectly complemented by scars she had earned from who knows how many battles. And to top it all off, there was a small bush of hair just as white as the one on her head.

“Take a good look, pup. This is probably what you’ll look like in a few years.” Amy declared, flexing her muscles.

To her surprise, Mukuro pounced on Amy, the loser of their contest, her lips colliding with the snow-haired amazon in a clumsy, but passionate display.

“Holy shit, they’re still going at it!” One man shouted.

“Told you they’d go to sex. Pay up.” Someone else demanded.

Mukuro’s eye twitched in annoyance at hearing that, but she quickly pushed that from her mind. Turning her attention back to Amy, Mukuro began, and guided only by instinct, she began kissing every visible muscle on Amy’s fit body, from abs to biceps, to thighs.

“C’mere, pup.” Amy ordered, grabbing Mukuro and showing her how to kiss properly. Mukuro, mind addled by the intoxicating new experience, let Amy take complete control, all while instinct made her grind her nether regions against Amy’s own. Their swollen clits bumped and rubbed against each other, and Amy’s face flushed with heat. But before Mukuro could try something, she felt a slap on her ass.

“Mmmmmmh. I’ve always wanted to play with your soft ass the moment I laid eyes on it.” Amy declared, groping it between smacks, kneading her cheeks like dough. In retaliation, Mukuro grabbed both of Amy’s breasts and began to squeeze like they were stress toys. There was no reaction aside from Amy biting her lip. But then Mukuro felt a pressure on her back door.

Flipping around, she expected to see a soldier try to join the fun. She wouldn’t turn them down of course, her mind was too hazy to do so. But instead, she saw one of Amy’s fingers beginning rimming her second hole. Turning back, the rookie saw a mischievous glint in the eyes of the white-haired woman.

“Knock knock!”

The finger gave a gentle probe inside, not even half of it entered.

“Anybody home?”

A second finger joined, just as not-so-deep as the first, and began to stretch Mukuro’s asshole.

“I’m coming in!”

The two fingers then well and truly penetrated Mukuro’s undefended rear, and the girl shuddered and let out a moan that would make a pornstar proud.

“N-not fair!” Mukuro whined.

“All’s fair in love and war, pup. And I specialize in both!”

Amy began another **** that easily overwhelmed Mukuro. With her free hand, Amy kept Mukuro grinding her clit against her own, and latched her mouth onto one of the rookie’s breasts, sucking hard. Mukuro had lost all control, and saw so many bulges in the pants of the men, and erect nipples from the women whom she now called comrades. All watched with interest as their newest member mewled and moaned as she felt her second climax approach. Amy seemed to sense this, and began the final ****.

The grinding of their pussies accelerated, the fingers increased their pace and ****, and with her free hand, Amy groped Mukuro’s other breast, and pinched and pulled its nipple. Mukuro let out a delightful squeal as the bliss of another orgasm flooded her brain, her eyes going cross-eyed and her tongue lolling out of the mouth.

“Do a peace sign!” Someone shouted, and Mukuro growled as she reluctantly obliged, and was rewarded with the sound of a snapping phone camera as one of the other soldiers took a picture. Now well and truly spent, Mukuro collapsed next to her senior, who didn’t even seem winded.

“So… how was your first time with a girl, pup? You up for round 3?”

“Huff… you know, you could just call me by my name. You don’t have to call me ‘pup’ or ‘little pup’ anymore.”

“Hmmm…. Nah! I decided that ‘Pup’ is my nickname for you from now on. Besides-”

A hard smack to Mukuro’s left cheek caused it to jiggle and left a mark in the form of a red hand print.

“Maybe you’ll earn the right to grow out of it-”

Another smack to her jiggly ass, a red hand mark on her right ass cheek.

“-when you actually manage to beat me in bed as well as the battlefield~”

Amy finished by kissing Mukuro’s neck, leaving a hickey and the latest of new sensations made the newest member climax a third time, and as Amy pulled away to get her clothes, Mukuro felt more exhausted than she ever had training.

“... I hate you so much.” Despite what Mukuro said, her body was still clinging hard to Amy’s.

“Right back at you, Pup. Now, let’s go take a shower together, shall we?” Amy stood up and helped Mukuro to her feet. “I can help you pick a cute spot for your tattoo while we’re at it.”