The New Girl
by
Rann Aridorn



Kyoko Hakaraba was quite nervous, on the whole. Transferring to a new school was a whole level of nervousness in and of itself, but the fact that she was joining one of the most famous, most driven rhythmic gymnastics teams in all of Japan shot her stress level somewhere into the upper stratosphere. So it was that she stood, staring up at the practice gym.
From near the gym's entrance, two other girls dressed in the black silk jackets and jogging pants of workout suits examined the pink-and-purple-clad girl. Wearing a mostly-purple workout suit with bright, outstanding swathes of pink curving around the baggy parachute material, Kyoko stood out from amidst the black-clothed girls wandering past her in twos and threes. Short, trim, Kyoko looked to be a gymnast of the sort that used her small size and compact muscles to literally bounce off the walls, and the energy shining in her brown eyes said she'd enjoy doing it. Her hair, a sort of dark maroon bordering on purple, was cut short, curling up slightly just under her ears. She was bouncing on the balls of her feet and chewing on her lip, nervousness as plain as the colors of her workout suit.
"She sticks out like a sore thumb," chuckled the girl on the right, of the name of Eiko. She had done her long black hair up into a ponytail, perhaps in emulation of her captain.
"Oh, she'll fit in, I'm sure," replied the other, sounding rather mellow and calm about the whole thing. Biiko's own brown hair was cut in a pageboy style that sometimes got her rather odd looks from the captain, for some reason.
"You're sure, you're sure. What if she can't tow the line...?"
"Then Kodachi-sama won't put up with her, that's the end of it. You chatter too much, Eiko."
"Oh REALLY?!"
"Yes, really. Now, hush, she's headed this way. No doubt Kodachi-sama will have a lot of fun with her."
"Eh? Eh? What do you mean by that?"
"If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you." With that, Biiko turned smartly on one heel and marched into the gym. Eiko glared after her for a moment, then stomped after her, muttering.
"I wonder, I wonder, do you know what I wonder? I wonder why I haven't shoved my foot up your-"

Kyoko gulped nervously as Kodachi Kuno marched back and forth in front of the black-suited gymnists like a drill sergeant inspecting her troops. She was feeling extremely vulnerable since she felt like she was sticking out like a daisy among roses, and since those dark, piercing eyes seemed trained unwaveringly on her. The mistress of the gymnastics team was wearing what was apparently a favorite leotard; long sleeves, no legs (and with a crotch-front that was bordering on the indecent side of slim), and embroidered with dark green thorny vines that opened into the black roses that covered most of the garment.
"We have a new member of our team. Give greeting to Kyoko Hakaraba." The woman's voice was a low purr that nevertheless seemed to carry to every single part of the gym, as well as every part of Kyoko's being.
"Konichiwa, Kyoko!" the rest snapped back, so exactly like an army regiment that Kyoko almost jumped, and fought the urge to salute.
"As is my wont," Kodachi continued, in an almost bored tone, ceasing her pacing and making a few dismissive gestures with her hand. "I will assess this new girl's skill in my own manner. The rest of you are dismissed. Eiko, Biiko, you will remain outside and make sure that we are not disturbed."
"Hai, Kodachi-sama!" the class snapped again, bowing smartly at the waist before turning and briskly removing themselves from the premises.
Kyoko's eyes widened, and she looked about, feeling rather like a trapped animal as she heard the doors creak and finally slam closed, slamming home as well the realization that she was now alone with the infamous Black Rose of St. Hebereke.

Outside, giving the doors one last tug to make sure they were well-closed, Eiko turned and lowered herself into a cross-legged position across from Biiko, who was already shuffling a deck of cards.
"So, what do you think they're doing in there...?" Eiko asked idly, scratching the back of her neck and looking around while she waited for her friend to finish shuffling and deal. "Practice bends, or something...?"
"I imagine that Mistress Kodachi is doing what she ALWAYS does with virgins," Biiko replied, calmly stacking the deck.
"Eh?" Eiko blinked, turning a confused gaze on her partner. "What's that?"
"Well, if you don't know-"
"'I'm certainly not going to tell you', yeah, yeah, I know. Dammit."
"Tell me what you and your latest boyfriend did last night, and I might consider telling you." Biiko smirked, one eyebrow upraised as she delt the cards.
"Oh, that. Well, see, he's kinda squeamish, so we're only up to page 47 of the Kala Bootra or whatever that book you gave me was..."
"Kama Sutra," Biiko corrected absentmindedly, arranging her cards.
"Well, the thing's in ENGLISH. Do you know how hard it is to figure out how to get into those positions just going on the pictures...?"
"I can imagine."
"Say, you think the new girl's really a virgin...?"
"My dear, she practically has it tattooed on her forehead. Now... do you have any fours?"
"Aw, DAMMIT!"

"You may remove those," Kodachi said with an imperious wave of her hand, indicating Kyoko's jacket and pants. "I assume you had the good sense to wear your leotard...?"
"Y-yes, Kodachi-sama," the petite girl almost squeaked, unzipping her jacket and setting it aside, before pushing her pants down and stepping out of them. Her leotard mimicked the same design as her suit, dark purple with swathes of bright pink slicing up from her left side; long sleeves, though the bottom portion was a bit more modest than the captain's, actually covering the tops of her hips. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink as Kodachi strode forward, sizing up the smaller female as if she were an opponent rather than a new teammate. It didn't help that she felt like a twelve-year-old girl standing in front of a twenty-year-old woman. Though she knew that she and Kodachi were the same age, they were physically years apart, it seemed. The black-haired girl's legs had grown long and wonderfully curvacious, and the black spandex of her leotard clung closely to full, proud breasts. Kyoko snuck quick little glances she hoped wouldn't be noticed, filled with envy at the thought of her own almost flat chest and still slender legs.
"Very colorful," came the low murmur, and Kyoko almost jumped again as the words brought her out of her thoughts, and it took a few moments for her to realize that Kodachi was talking about her brightly-colored leotard.
"Thank you...?" Kyoko ventured cautiously, not sure whether it had been a compliment or not.
"There is a new one waiting for you. You will put it on when we are done today." Kodachi's voice was cool, with just a little whipcrack in it, enough to make the smaller girl wince. Apparently, it hadn't been a compliment. "For now, it will do. Take off your slippers, girl. I want to make sure you bend your toes and feet properly."
"Yes, Kodachi-sama," the new girl whispered, devestated at the thought that she'd already screwed up in making a good impression. Raising one leg at a time, she plucked off the purple and pink slippers and let them flop onto the mat on top of her jacket and pants.
"Do your usual warmups," the team captain ordered, and Kyoko was relieved that the tone had gone back to simply imperious, and not cold.
"Yes, Kodachi-sama," Kyoko said once again, hoping it was actually a proper time to say it and that she wasn't overusing the honorific. She began to do her usual arm-bends and turns, slightly distracted as Kodachi began walking in slow circles around her. Trying to concentrate on the limbering exercises, Kyoko found somehow that she was still concentrating on the other girl's movements. The slow, steady sound of bare footfalls on the mat, the occassional glimpse of delicate-looking feet and toned legs passing through her line of view. She seemed to feel those intense eyes on her, and she wondered if she was imagining the places she thought they were falling... especially when she was doing toe-touches. Kyoko was struck by the very odd thought that she was being stalked by a panthress, a feline creature cloaked in midnight and looking at her with hungry eyes. Finishing after a few minutes, she straightened up. "Done, Koda-" She was struck speechless as she immediately found herself looking into those flashing, wild eyes, Kodachi's face very close. She found herself, rather than gathering her wits and completing what she had been saying, trying to determine just what color those magnificent eyes were. Were they a sort of light, silvery brown, like very fine wood? Or were they a sort of light purple, brought out by the darkness of her garment, or reflected from Kyoko's own? Were they any one color? They seemed to be hypnotic, whatever their hue, for the smaller girl found she was held there, like a frightened mouse held by the gaze of a cobra.
"Are you any good, girl?" Kodachi asked, simply, directly, voice low but calmly demanding.
"Yes, I am, Kodachi-sama," Kyoko whispered back, to her great horror, wanting to curl up and die of mortification at her presumptuousness, but she seemed held there and compelled to speak by those commanding amazon eyes. "I'm very good."
Kodachi slowly stood to her full height, requiring Kyoko to gaze up the taller woman's long, slender neck to where her team captain was looking down her nose at her.
"I want you to bend backwards and place both hands flat on the mat."
Kyoko gulped softly, but simply nodded, flexing her muscles while standing for a moment before slowly beginning to bend back. It wasn't a tough move, most gymnists who could limber up enough could do it. The trick was in doing it smoothly, and holding still without shaking once one had gotten into the position. Kyoko was careful not to move too quickly and thus lose it, letting herself become conscious of each muscle as it moved and stretched, letting her body flow like liquid contained within her leotard; it was an image that helped her, sometimes, during a match. Soon, she was placing her hands against the cool material of the mat, feeling the slightly rough texture against her palms. Without being asked, she held her pose, knowing that it was her task to remain as still as possible for as long as possible. After a long moment, she again heard those soft, catlike footfalls circling her, and saw Kodachi's feet and ankles pass her eyes.
What she wasn't expecting was the light, almost idle brushing of fingertips across her taut stomach. Kyoko's eyes widened, wanting to tremble as even those small touches seemed to send little static shocks radiating out, but forcing herself to remain as still and set as a statue. It must be some kind of test Kodachi was putting her through. Seeing if she could maintain her poise under pressure, or something like that.
The touches of deft fingertips continued, becoming long strokes and rubs that slid almost audibly over the tight-stretched spandex. Kyoko was by now having to use every breathing technique she knew to keep herself even, to not shake as it seemed like those slender fingers reached into a smouldering pile of coals deep in her belly and stirred them to warmth. 'What's happening to me...? I... I can't be getting turned on by this! This is another girl! This is the BLACK ROSE! Why would she be interested in me, anyways?! I'm just some nobody newbie! She's... an aristocrat... and... she's just testing me. That must be it.' She bit the inside of her lower lip, then almost yelped as Kodachi pressed a fingertip against her bellybutton, pushing the spandex in to dimple the tight cloth. The sensation was both erotic, the feeling of something trying to push into her, and at the same time extremely ticklish, and it was a very near thing for Kyoko to keep herself upright, let alone still. Was this really just a test?
If so, it seemed that she passed, for Kodachi drew back a few steps. "You may rise." Her tone was, as usual, imperious, but it seemed there was a warmth in it... an underlying thread of approval. Pride and relief quickly overshadowing any other emotions, Kyoko gratefully straightened up and bowed.
"Now, girl, to the bar. We will try you on the balance beam another day."
Something about Kodachi's tone made Kyoko want to look twice at her, but she quickly squashed the notion of doing something so disrespectful and just downright silly, instead moving over to the mirrored wall with its waist-height (for most people) brass bar, like those usually seen in ballet classes. Kyoko wasn't surprised to see one here, there had been one in her old gym as well. Inwardly, she wilted a bit with dismay. Was it to be an endurance test? She'd be able to do it, of course, but the bar would be a much higher stretch for her leg than it would be for Kodachi's, and she would ache badly tomorrow.
But it seemed that, for the moment, the team captain was a bit more interested in an equal measurement than making the new girl stand up to harder rigors. The black-haired girl slipped several little clasps, then gently let a section of the bar down so that it was lower, while immediately behind it, the next section remained at the normal height.
"Up," Kodachi said, quickly but without barking the word, merely ordering it. With a brisk nod, Kyoko raised her leg up to rest her heel against the cool, smooth metal, the bottoms of her toes lightly brushing the mirror's surface. She glanced aside to the mirror, and saw that, behind her, Kodachi was doing the same with the higher section of bar, apparently wanting to demonstrate that she would not require anything of her team that she could not do herself. Kyoko gulped quietly, realizing that the other girl was still very close, almost close enough to feel the heat of her body, and those coals in her stomach that had been stirred before glowed softly into brighter life.
"I assume you realized that I am testing whether your skills stand up to pressure," Kodachi murmured, leaning forward, making the smaller girl want to shiver as warm breath ruffled strands of her hair and touched her ear like a carress.
"Yes, Kodachi-sama." Kyoko gulped again. She could already feel the tension creeping into her muscles from her legs forming a right angle, but it would be quite some time before it would give her any sort of problems. But if Kodachi started up those tantalizing touches again...
"Good," came the response, and warring factions within the smaller girl tried to decide whether to be excited or afraid of the fact that Kodachi's voice was a sensual purr. "Because now I am going to stimulate you... quite a bit. And if you can withstand it, and not slip from your stance, you will have proved yourself worthy of the Rythmic Gymnastics team."
Before Kyoko could even begin to think of any sort of reply to that statement, she felt the passing of hands under her arms and the slender whipchords of Kodachi's own arms settling against her armpits. "Kodach-" She couldn't even get the words out before she interrupted herself with a yelp of surprise, feeling deft, slender fingers stroking over the small swells of her breasts through the spandex. Her eyes widened even further, and she turned her head to look in the mirror, but only in time to see Kodachi's head lowering to hide her expression behind the outline of Kyoko's own head. Kyoko started to say something, not even sure herself whether it would be a protest or just some sort of question, but all she felt was the brushing of that high-boned cheek stroking against the strands of maroon hair near her ear, before hot, wet lips and tongue were being applied to her neck just above the collar of the leotard, turning whatever the smaller girl had been going to say into a low, approving moan.
"K-Kodachi-sama," Kyoko managed, shivering, feeling her nipples stiffen underneath the tight-stretched cloth. She wanted to let herself relax, to fall back against the bigger woman; but the hard-core soul of the gymnast in her rose up and stopped her shivering, even firmed her raised leg on the bar. 'I won't lose. I'll be worthy. And I hope this doesn't stop.'
There was no reply to Kyoko's words, whether they had been entreaty, query, or admonishment, just a continuation of the soft suckling and licking at the side of the petite girl's neck, strands of midnight and maroon silk brushing together and intermingling as their heads rubbed closely. Those confident, gentle fingers found those hardened, spandex-covered little nubs, rubbing gently, circling closely around them, not pinching so much as teasing slowly and langurously, inducing flickering charges of pleasure that fluttered throughout Kyoko's entire body, carrying a feeling throughout her arms and legs that was faintly like having them fall asleep, but somehow the opposite. Her raised leg was starting to send small twinges of pain, but those somehow mingled with the flashes of pleasure that were building within her, giving everything a sharp, clear edge.
She couldn't have said how long they stayed just that way, Kodachi stroking the almost nonexistant swells of her breasts and teasing at her nipples, nuzzling at her neck and ear with lips and tongue that were as deft as those slender fingers. Kyoko had fallen into sort of a half-trance she often used in her matches, distancing herself while still remaining fully aware of every feeling in her body. She felt it, indeed, as one of Kodachi's hands set off on a new mission, sliding over the slick-feeling cloth that covered Kyoko's stomach, again finding where the spandex lept the chasm of the smaller girl's navel and pushed in lightly before her hand found its way to its true goal. Kodachi's slender fingers began stroking across Kyoko's crotch, pushing with just enough pressure that the cloth darkened with the already-present wetness, beginning to cling to the petite gymnast's slit and outlining the gentle mounds.
A brief outrush of breath gave a sound like a soft moan as it broke from Kyoko's lips, her small body almost trembling as she tried to keep still with the amazing pleasure shooting throughout her entire form, mingling with the soft pulsing ache building in her leg and hip. She gave a little yip as Kodachi's fingers began rubbing her spandex-covered sex in earnest, deft, slender digits moving expertly to stroking the swells of plump outer lips and the tiny bump of her clut.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh." The sound was something between a grunt, a moan, and a huff of breath, and Kyoko couldn't keep herself from making it as her hips did their level best to rock against that wonderful, gentle, pleasurable touches, while the gymnast did her best to not let herself move even the slightest bit lest she completely collapse. Finally, bursts of pleasure blossomed from her sex outward throughout her body like a chain of firecrackers exploding, a low, almost strangled-sounding cry breaking from Kyoko as she shuddered all over, though her leg remained as set as stone on the bar.
"Excellent," Kodachi purred in the other girl's ear. "You may lower your leg now."
Kyoko swung her leg down gratefully, her legs shaking and threatening to give way under her in the aftermath of her orgasm. She almost jumped, though, as she felt fingers brushing across her shoulders and undoing the half-zipper of her leotard. "K-Kodachi-sama... is this... more training?"
"No, this is fun," the other woman murmured. "And it's Mistress Kodachi."

Eiko blinked, looking up from her cards. "Hey? Did you hear a scream or something?"
"Mistress Kodachi must have hit just the right place," Biiko murmured, hiding her smile behind her spread cards.
"Eh? Right place? What?" Eiko glared suspiciously at her friend. "They've been in there for over an hour now..."

Kyoko's sweat-slick body trembled for a few moments, before she once again buried her head between Kodachi's thighs. Her at first inexperienced tongue had grown to competence at Kodachi's softly murmured instructions, and she found herself immersed in the taste as she plunged her tongue deep into the folds of her team captain's pussy, and at the same time was highly aware of her small breasts and hard nipples rubbing against the taller girl's stomach, and her own sex and inner thighs rubbing against Kodachi's breasts. Two of the taller girl's slender fingers were stroking smoothly in and out of the smaller's sex, the fact that she couldn't reach with her mouth rather made up for by the ample view of Kyoko's firm little buttocks.
"Mmmmmnnnnnnn... a little more attention... right there..." the Black Rose moaned, her eyes closing as she grew close to her next climax, head tossing and sending ebon tressing flinging about. "Gooood, that's very good, Kyoko... now suck my clit..." Kodachi's back arched and a little cry broke from her as the smaller girl followed her instructions, sweet lips and hot tongue fastening around her nub. "Ah! Ah, yes, Kyoko! Yes! That's... PERFECT!" A flash of white teeth, and a long scream undulated from the Black Rose, rising and falling much as did her infamous laugh. In reaction, her fingers gave a sharp thrust and twist into her smaller partner's sex, setting off Kyoko's own orgasm with a much lower but longer cry of ecstasy.
"Mmmm... the next test, my dear," the Black Rose purred as they both came down and settled into afterglow. "Is how well you can wash your sensei in the shower."
"Yes, Mistress Kodachi," Kyoko chirped.

Eiko and Biiko blinked and looked up from their card game as the doors were flung open, then jumped to attention as they saw Kodachi standing there in her leotard. The team captain's dark gaze swept over the girls, then nodded slightly in approval.
"Good job."
"Thank you, Kodachi-sama!" Eiko barked.
"Thank you, Mistress Kodachi," Biiko murmured, bowing her head.
"And now, you may both be the first to see the newest member of our time." Kodachi stepped aside, to allow Kyoko to step forward. The girl wash blushing, hands clasped in front of her and head lowered. She was wearing her new black leotard, as well as the black pants of the new jogging suit, the jogging suit jacket and her bag clasped in her hands.
"Welcome to the team," Eiko clipped out briskly, nodding.
"Yes, welcome," Biiko added, smiling in a way that made the smaller girl blush even more.
"Please remember to always wear your BLACK uniform to practice and matches, Kyoko," Kodachi intoned as her team member shrugged into her jacket. Then, she leaned down, and whispered, just loud enough for the two of them, and with a smile brushing her lips. "But you may keep that pretty one for private practice sessions." Almost blushing her head off, Kyoko nodded raptly, then jumped slightly at a pinch on her rear and walked off on her way home. Kodachi nodded to her two "guards". "You are dismissed as well."
"Hai, Kodachi-sama!"
"Hai, Mistress Kodachi."
As the Black Rose turned and re-entered the gymnasium, the doors closing behind her, Eiko turned to look at her friend. "Say... I never noticed it before, but most girls call her Kodachi-sama, and a few, like you, call her Mistress Kodachi. What's with that...?"
"If you don't know..." Biiko trailed off into giggles, forgoing the rest of her "catch-phrase" as she heard Eiko groan. With a wide grin, she turned and jogged off after their departing teammate.
"Hey! Where're you goin'?!" Eiko called.
Biiko turned around, jogging in place for a moment, still grinning. "Well, you have a date for tonight, but I don't." With that, she turned back around and resumed the chase. "Hey, Kyoko!"

~Fin~