Flight 101: A New Era
"The Department of Ecology and Planetary Science has studied the orbit
and rotation of Frontier and have concluded that we're in the middle of
summer. Therefore, we'll be adjusting the school calendar to
coincide with the new Frontier calendar. You have a question,
"Since it's summer, are we finishing the semester soon?" asked Frankie
"I'm sorry to say that we won't be. We've lost too many school
days because of the war." He held up his hand when the class
groaned in unison. "Don't worry... there's enough summer to go
around. Unlike Earth, Frontier has a very temperate climate so
the summer season will last long enough to catch a decent break.
Any other questions? Yes, Nome?"
"Why are we changing it?"
"To mark the seasons, of course. It gives farmers a reference of
when to plant crops. It also indicates when the new year
starts. By the way, this year is year 0. When Frontier
completes its orbit, that day marks year 1."
Their homeroom teacher pressed the update button on the control panel
to broadcast the new calendar.
"When Macross Galaxy's Main Island lands three days from now, that day
marks July 12, Frontier Year 0. From then on, all dates will be
relative to our local year instead of the Earth year. There are
some exceptions. For legal purposes, birthdays of those born
prior to July 12 are still calculated via Earth calendar. For
more details, see the notes in the broadcast. That's all I have
He checked his watch. "Today is combined swimming with PA class
2B. You have five minutes to get ready."
Chairs scraped and papers rustled as each student made his or her
preparations. As Sheryl headed out of the classroom, a smile
stole over her face. PE was one of the few classes that she and
Ranka shared together.
When all the students were assembled at the pool, the swimming teacher
informed them of the day's lesson. "Today, we'll focus on the
breaststroke. Those of you who need a refresher, come to the
lanes 0 and 1 and I'll go over it with you. Everyone else,
partner up and practice."
Sheryl asked, "Which lane do you want?"
Ranka glanced at the male classmates near them and those lurking in the
bushes beyond the chain link fence. Given her idol status, she
should be used to the attention. However, she could not help but
be annoyed whenever their eyes wandered over Sheryl's body like hungry
wolves over a stray sheep. The middle lanes would be best in
terms of putting distance between them but since Sheryl was not a very
good swimmer, she had to compromise. "Lane 8. I don't want
you crashing into the wall again."
The Galaxy Fairy's lips molded into a pout. "I haven't done that
in a while! We can swim in lane 9 if you want."
Ranka took her hand. "I also don't want anyone 'accidentally'
falling in when you're nearby. C'mon, let's claim a spot.
You guys coming?"
"Lead the way!" replied Nanase brightly.
They selected a spot near the pool's edge and began practicing.
Luca and Nanase paired up while Ai went with Alto. Brera was
excused from swimming due to his cybernetic body and studied in the
music room instead.
Since Ranka had learned the breaststroke at her previous school and
Alto was a pretty good swimmer, they corrected Sheryl, Ai, Nanase and
Luca. Time passed quickly and the instructor blew the whistle,
which signaled the end of the lesson.
"You go ahead," said Ranka. "I'll practice by myself for a bit."
"Ok," replied Sheryl. She climbed out of the pool and wrapped
herself in a towel. While the rest of the girls went to shower,
she watched Ranka's lithe form slice through the water. During
the filming of Bird Human, she took to the water like a fish in the
sea. After filming, Ranka often swam for a few minutes to
relax. During those times, Sheryl would watch her secretly as she
floated on her back with eyes closed as if in meditation. Just
looking at that serene face brought a similar feeling of peace to her
heart. Sometimes, she wished that she could go out there and
float with Ranka. However, she wanted to remain neutral so that
no one could accuse her of trying to advance Ranka's career.
When Ranka did her seventh lap out of her customary ten, Sheryl headed
for the locker room. She took the shower pouch and towel from her
locker and selected one of the corner shower stalls.
After the tenth lap was done, Ranka climbed out of the pool. Most
of their classmates were already making their way to their next
class. Ranka hurried into the girls' locker room to shower.
A quick shampoo and rinse later, she toweled dry, wrapped the towel
around herself and got out the shower. She walked to her locker
and opened it. Just then, arms trapped her waist and a familiar
voice whispered in her ear.
"Gotcha..." A warm tongue licked her earlobe.
Ranka shuddered at the sensation. Panicking, she threw her
thoughts into Sheryl's mind. "Sh---Sheryl...! They'll see
"No one else is here... I checked." This time, supple lips
wandered over Ranka's glistening neck. Hands rose to her chest.
"Aahhh... why do you always do this?" asked Ranka between gasps.
"It's your fault," accused Sheryl. "You know I can't resist a
freshly bathed Ranka, and yet you insist on showering after everyone
else is gone." She held the younger girl closer and marveled at
how her petite frame fit so nicely against her own.
Ranka's face flushed and she did not argue. Instead, she turned
in place and wrapped her arms around Sheryl's neck. Then she
captured her lips for a deep kiss. While she got her attention,
her left leg slowly positioned itself between Sheryl's. Her hand
slid down the Galaxy Fairy's shoulder and over the arm to rest on the
hip. In a coordinated motion, her hand lifted the towel slightly
while her thigh rose to the junction of Sheryl's legs. As her
thigh slid against her, Ranka smirked when a surprised gasp escaped
from the Fairy's lips.
The door to the locker room opened and they immediately
separated. Nanase's voice echoed across the room. "If
anyone's still here, Mrs. Kaviroff says to hurry up!"
Sheryl stole a quick kiss as she hurried to her locker. "You
naughty girl..." came her parting words.
"And who started it?" whispered Ranka. When Sheryl disappeared
around the corner, Ranka drew a finger over the slick moisture coating
her thigh. Then that finger slipped into her mouth and tickled
her tongue with that luscious taste. Reluctantly, she withdrew
the finger and controlled herself. If she had any more, she would
not be able to pay attention in class. With renewed focus, her
hand reached into the locker for her uniform.
When they were ready, they found Ai, Nanase and Luca waiting for them
outside the pool's gates. Alto had already gone ahead.
Nanase grabbed Ranka's hand and started walking. "You gotta watch
your time. Let's go before we get detention."
"Sorry..." responded Ranka contritely as she was dragged along.
She turned and yelled over her shoulder. "See you later,
Sheryl and Luca waved back. "Later!" Then Luca checked his
watch. "Yikes! We better hurry too! Do you mind if we
"No, not at all! Let's go!" Together, they raced back to
After school, Hope, Sheryl and Luca waited near the gate for Nanase,
Ranka, Ai and Brera. While they were waiting, Luca's butler
walked over with a dog on a leash. A wide grin brightened Luca's
face and he knelt down with arms open.
"Titus! Here, boy!"
The dog leapt forward and licked his master's cheek. Luca laughed
and hugged him lightly. He removed Titus' leash and turned to
Sheryl. "Sheryl, this is Titus. I got him six months ago as
a puppy. He's unusually shy around lots of people, so I've been
training him to get used to it. This is the first time I'm taking
Sheryl patted his black and white head. "He's a nice dog... what
soft fur! So what kind of training did you do?"
"The basics... as well as some hunting skills."
Luca nodded. "He's a Munsterlander, a good breed for tracking and
retrieving game. For example..." He removed his watch and
handed it to Sheryl. "Please hold this while we walk over
Sheryl complied. Luca and Titus walked about 30 feet away.
Then he let Titus sniff his hand before saying, "Titus, go find!"
Tail wagging, Titus trotted toward Sheryl. When he was about a
foot away, he stood stiffly, lifted his right leg and pointed his
muzzle towards the watch.
Luca walked over and patted him. "Good boy!"
"Wow! Can I try?" asked Sheryl.
"Sure! Just give me something that belongs to you."
Sheryl removed her beret. "How about this?"
"That's fine," said Luca as he accepted the beret. "I'll walk
over by the tree. When I get there, just let him sniff your hand
and say, 'Titus, go find'."
Luca jogged over to the tree and crouched with Sheryl's beret before
him. He watched as Titus smelled Sheryl's hand and trotted
towards him. He grinned expectantly as the dog drew near.
"Hey, Luca!" called Nanase.
Luca turned to his left towards that heavenly voice and waved.
"Nanase! Ranka! Ai-chan!" Then he resumed his
original position to praise Titus, who surprisingly, was not there.
"Umm... whose dog is this?" exclaimed Ranka with unmistakable
Luca's eyes widened when he saw Titus in the signature hunting stance,
pointing his muzzle towards the left side of Ranka's skirt. He
shouted, "Titus! Heel!"
Titus' tail drooped down and sad eyes stared at his master. Luca
realized that Titus expected to be praised but instead, he was treated
as if he made a mistake. Luca walked over quickly and tried to
recover by patting him as a means of positive reinforcement.
"What's going on?" asked Nanase.
"Er... I was just showing Sheryl some of Titus' hunting skills."
"Titus was supposed to find my beret," explained Sheryl who just walked
"Really?" asked Ranka.
"Let's try again." Sheryl let Titus sniff her hand. "Titus,
The dog wagged his tail and pointed in Ranka's direction.
Meanwhile, Luca's quick mind was already connecting a handful of
assumptions and inferences. "Dogs tend to track a stronger scent
than a weak one. So, does that mean Ranka has something that
belongs to Sheryl? Maybe she has a towel with her sweat?
But wait... we had swimming. Unless..." Then he remembered
waiting for them to come out of the locker room. His imagination
presented many scenarios and his ears burned at his thoughts.
Suddenly, he felt a jab on his lower back.
"Whatever you're thinking, stop it right now," whispered Nanase
hurriedly. She knew that Luca subscribed to some of the naughty
series that were published by the manga club. Because of this,
she did not believe that the perpetual blush on his boyish cheeks was
due to pure, cherubic thoughts. Judging by his ears, his thoughts
were far from innocent.
Luca gulped and returned Sheryl's beret while he patted Titus.
"It looks like he needs more training."
"But he did a good job finding your watch," added Sheryl.
"Like I said, he's still shy around people, so maybe he got confused,"
explained Luca. "Anyway, Nanase and I are taking him on a walk
around Golden Gate Park. Do you want to come?"
Sheryl shook her head. "Cathy is picking me up for a
meeting. She'll be here in about ten minutes or so."
"I'm waiting for onii-chan, so I'll stay here with Sheryl," said Ranka.
"Well then, have a good weekend!" said Nanase who hooked her arm with
"You too, Nana-chan!" replied Ranka.
"Have a good weekend!" said Sheryl.
With that, Luca, Nanase and Titus left with the butler. Sheryl
and Ranka selected a nearby bench and sat shoulder to shoulder.
Meanwhile, Ai and Hope were flying around the treetops.
Sheryl's voice echoed in Ranka's mind. "If we weren't in public,
you'd be sitting on my lap."
"No, I won't," argued Ranka. "You'd be sitting on mine."
Although she heard Sheryl's giggle in her mind, Sheryl still lifted her
hand to her mouth and her shoulders shook a bit.
"Now that would be quite a sight... I'm much taller and heavier than
"Not a problem in zero gravity." A seductive smile stole over her
"It's a date then?"
"Tomorrow, at 2 PM. Meet me at Nanase's house."
"Don't be late."
While they waited, they planned the details of their date
silently. Brera was the first to show up on his motorcycle.
"Are you ready?" asked Brera as he handed the spare helmet to Ranka.
"Is it okay if we waited until Cathy comes?"
They engaged in pleasant conversation about school until they saw
Cathy's limousine turn at the nearest intersection. After Ranka
and Brera said their farewells and rode off, Sheryl walked to the
curb. The limousine stopped before her. Cathy opened the
"How are you?" greeted Cathy.
"I'm fine. And you?" As soon as she closed the door, they
drove off. Silently, Sheryl asked Hope to follow them.
Cathy sighed. "Could be better. Anyway, I've received word
from your relatives. They're happy to take you in."
"But they're on Earth."
"Yes, which is why I made my suggestion. Of course, you are
welcome to select any other foster family to stay with until you're 20."
"What about Alto? He lived in his own apartment."
"Cosigned by his brother Yasaburo who's over 20. He also paid for
Alto's living expenses until Alto started working for SMS. There
are exceptions among young celebrities like you. Money isn't a
problem for you so you can get your own place easily, but I think that
you don't like being alone. Am I wrong?"
Sheryl opened her mouth to protest, but closed it.
"I didn't invite you to stay with me at first because I didn't want to
intrude on your privacy. But ever since school started, you've
invited Pvt. Porter or Lt. Maxwell to dinner and karaoke almost every
Cathy took out a sheaf of paper from her briefcase. "I'm your
temporary guardian for now, but I don't mind being your official
one. My family's estate is well guarded and you'll have your own
room and maid. There'll always be someone around."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Hmmm... good question, especially since you were such a spoiled brat
when we first we met." Cathy looked at her directly but Sheryl
did not meet her gaze. Instead, her hands gripped the edge of her
school bag tightly.
Cathy continued, "Who in her right mind would invite a child like that
into her home? If I only knew that about you, I certainly
wouldn't." She leaned back and steepled her fingers.
"But the Sheryl with me isn't the Sheryl then. You've
changed. Ever since your farewell concert, you slowly began to
change. As a teen idol, it's easy to think that world revolved
around you, so you were used to people taking care of you. How do
I know this? Because I used to be one."
"Over these past several months, you cared for someone, you did things
for that person without any benefit to you and you took care of an
injured girl. I can only guess that something changed your
perspective in life. You no longer expected only to receive and
you learned how to give."
Cathy extended her hand. "We had a rocky start. So let
bygones be bygones and let's start over. Besides, I'm an
orphan. You're an orphan. Let me welcome you into my home."
"My case is different," replied Sheryl coldly.
"I won't pretend that I suffered what you suffered, but the feeling of
loss is the same. When my father was killed, I felt like I'd lost
my anchor in this world. I think I understand how you feel.
I can't be a mother, but I can be an older sister. I want you to
know that if you need someone to talk to about anything, I'll hear you
When Sheryl remained silent, she added, "And as family, your friends
are welcome to visit. As long as you don't make a ruckus, your
friends can stay over, even overnight."
Sheryl sat up slightly, but she maintained her composure and shook
Cathy's hand. "In that case, I'll be in your care. Thank
Cathy smiled smugly and handed her a pen. She had a good idea
which friend Sheryl had in mind. "You're welcome. Here's
the final paperwork. Sign at the highlighted blanks."
After the papers were signed, Cathy activated her digipad. "Now
that's done, let's review your finances... you have 169,143 credits in
the bank. Do you know why that is?"
"Well... I did spend some on jewelry..."
"Yes, I see that, but it doesn't account for the disparity between your
earnings and savings. I had my aide run some earning estimates
from your concerts and royalties. You made several million over
the last two years. Where is it?"
Sheryl's forehead creased in concentration and she lifted her hand to
her mouth. "Ummm... Grace once said that my treatments and
medicine were expensive."
Cathy's fingers danced over the digipad and flipped it over to show
Sheryl. "Dr. Zore found your medical records. I asked him
to estimate your medical expenses and the total was around 300,000
Her eyes glanced over the numbers. "I... I don't know where it
went... Grace handled my finances."
"And therein lies the problem," concluded Cathy. "With a little
digging, the Galaxy investigators found out that Grace bought a lot of
products from cybernetics and bioengineering companies. I hate to
say this, but I think she embezzled you. There's little we can do
about it now, but at least, we can take steps to prevent this from
"You'll have to learn to handle your own finances. First off, I'm
moving most of your cash to another account."
"But... what if I need it?" asked Sheryl in alarm.
"You can't rely on making millions every year. You have to learn
how to save in case of an emergency. Besides, I'm not taking your
money. I'm moving it to a high interest college fund. You
are planning on going to college, right?"
"Good. I'm leaving 1000 credits so you have a bit of spending
money to decorate your room. Every week, 100 credits will be
transferred for your allowance. Beyond that, let me know when you
need tuition and school supplies."
Sheryl felt like she was being treated like a child. "You don't
have to do this! I can handle it!"
"Do you want to be fooled again?"
"Then watch your money. When you have so little, you're going to
care a lot more."
She still fumed at Cathy's interference, but she did have a
point. In the past, she bought anything that she wanted and
assumed that Grace would take care of it.
"Besides," continued Cathy. "You're going to college in a couple
of years, so you need to learn to be independent, especially if you
live in the dorms. So if you have spare time during the weekends,
ask Erenmeyer to teach you how to drive." She gestured towards
Her eyes went round. "Drive?"
Cathy nodded. "Even if you can hire your own driver, it's useful
to know how to drive. Once you get your license, you can buy your
Sheryl leaned back into the seat. Before she stepped into this
car, all she had in mind for the future was trying to graduate from
Mihoshi. But now, Cathy gave her more things to think
The car stopped in front of her hotel. Cathy opened the
door. "We're here. Erenmeyer will schedule the movers to
pick up your stuff tomorrow, so show him what's packed and what isn't."
They went up to Sheryl's suite. Erenmeyer made notes while Sheryl
showed him her belongings. Meanwhile, Cathy sat at the dining
table and was going through some paperwork.
After Sheryl showed him the last drawer of clothes, he asked, "With
your permission, several maids will pack your belongings tomorrow."
If the maids would do it for her, then she could go on her date without
any worries. "That's fine. Thank you."
"In that case, please pack enough for two days."
"Alright. Give me a few minutes."
He bowed slightly and went to Cathy. As he asked what she wanted
for dinner, Sheryl found an empty suitcase and began to pack.
When she was done, she walked over to Cathy with the suitcase in tow.
Cathy stood up and swept her work into the briefcase on the
table. She smiled warmly. "Let's go home."
The Glass estate was located in a gated community. As they drove
over to the mansion, they passed by manicured lawns and small
gardens. In the distance, Sheryl noticed a uniformed guard
patrolling near the stylish iron fence.
Victorian architecture defined the mansion and its interior.
Sheryl followed Cathy to the door while the butler carried her
luggage. At their entrance, a maid greeted them.
"Welcome home, ma'am, miss."
"I'm home," responded Cathy. When Sheryl did not reply, she
looked at her sharply.
"Erm... I'm home." The words felt unfamiliar on her tongue, but
when Cathy nodded as if in approval, she felt more at ease.
"Sheryl, this is Murine, the head maid. Murine, this is
Sheryl. She'll be living here from now on."
"I'm pleased to meet you, Miss." She gestured towards an
approaching maid. "This is Soffie. She will be your
personal maid. If there's anything you need, please let her know."
Soffie bowed slightly. "It's nice to meet you, Miss. Allow
me to show you to your room."
Sheryl followed them up the stairs. When they reached the top,
"I'll see you at dinner," said Cathy. Then she turned to the left
"Please follow me," said Soffie who turned to the right.
They went into the third room from the stairs. The room was
nicely furnished with some antique furniture. Soffie pulled a
cord and revealed the door to the balcony. "Ma'am said that you
may use this to bring in your pet."
Currently, Hope was perched on the mansion's roof. Sheryl smiled
gratefully at Cathy's thoughtfulness. "Please thank her for me."
Then Soffie showed her where to find various linen and bath
accessories. After that, she gave her a quick tour of the mansion.
"If miss needs anything, just press the intercom in any room."
She pointed to the recessed unit on the wall by the door. "Is
there anything you need, miss?"
"Hmm... not right now."
"Then I shall go and help with dinner." Soffie bowed slightly and
When she was gone, Sheryl went to the balcony and slid the glass
door. Hope flew down from the roof and landed next to her.
As Sheryl patted her green carapace, she suddenly remembered
something. "I'm sorry... I forgot to bring your bed. It'll
be here tomorrow."
Hope chirped and crawled to her bed. Sheryl laughed and flopped
down. "You're bigger now! I need more room."
Hope made a series of low chirps and sat on a corner of the bed.
Ranka gave Hope Ai's old pet bed. Sheryl sighed. It was her
fault for forgetting. She could share the bed for one
night. Hope was one spoiled Vajra.
As she lay on the bed, her thoughts went back to the conversation with
Cathy. She lifted her hand and stared at it. Did she really
change that much?
During her farewell concert, the Frontier fleet was trying to save the
Macross Galaxy survivors. Macross Galaxy was the closest thing
that she could call home. As she stood on stage, she could not
help but wonder what would happen if it were destroyed. Suddenly,
the stage felt so big and a terrible feeling of loneliness filled her
heart so much that she shivered involuntarily. The stage morphed
into Galaxy's wide empty streets where she once wandered aimlessly as
an orphan. Tears fell from her eyes and a cry for help lodged in
her throat while she denied the feelings in heart.
When she was about to surrender to despair, that clear, pure voice
resonated in her ears. "Sheryl!"
Despite the crowd and the darkness, sky blue eyes locked on to
red-orange. The space between them seemed to fold and Sheryl
spoke to Ranka as if she was standing right in front of her. Even
though she addressed everyone, she uttered the words that were both a
statement and a plea to the one who mattered most.
"I want you... to sing with me."
And sing they did. Despite the chorus of other voices, Ranka's
song echoed across the distance and those beautiful notes calmed her
"Could it be... that you changed me?" She clasped her hands to
her heart and closed her eyes. The image of Ranka standing among
the audience burned brightly in her mind. "That day... was our
"Let's sit over there," came Cathy's voice from beyond the balcony.
Sheryl sat up and went to the balcony. In the garden below, Cathy
was walking down the pebble path. Her eyes widened when she saw
her companion and she hid behind the curtains. What was Ozma
doing here? Did he come to talk to her about Ranka? She
watched as they sat down at a table under a gazebo. A few moments
later, Murine walked down the path and served them coffee.
"Hope... I need your help..."
Hope's antennas lifted in curiosity. Sheryl instructed her to
leave stealthily and to hide in the bushes near the gazebo. Hope
obeyed and when she was in place, Sheryl opened her mind.
"...do you think?" asked Cathy.
"It's about time. He's been passed up 'cause he won't play nice
with politics. He's his own man."
"Which is exactly what I need. I don't want someone who'll
blindly follow orders."
"Did you talk to him already?"
"Yes," nodded Cathy. "Grand Admiral Misamoto Hayase will be here
in a week. I'll run the paperwork and ask Admiral Hayase to make
it official. Earth senators will also be here to go over the new
constitution for the united colonies of Frontier and Galaxy. If
all goes well, he'll need to train his replacement on the Quarter."
"Oh, no... don't look at me like that."
"Why not? You're the most experienced senior officer. Isn't
that the normal career track for a squadron commander?"
"I'm not ready to leave the sky yet."
"Are you sure? You get a lot of perks as captain. There's a
salary increase and housing allocation..."
"In return for being chained to a boat? No, thanks."
"I thought I'd try anyway," sighed Cathy.
Ozma whistled. "Rear-Admiral Wilder. It's got a nice ring
She handed him the digipad. "What do you know about his second
choice: Commandant Khellen Clang?"
Ozma picked up the digipad. "Her? She's famous among the
meltrandi. Tough gal. Strict. Clan is a pretty good
ace, but her mom's way better."
"I'm thinking of having Wilder take command of Battle Frontier and the
first battalion. Khellen will command the Quarter and the second
"She'll work out. I hear she takes care of her people."
She reached over and pressed the digipad. "There's a few more
personnel changes on the Quarter."
"Huh... Lange's serving under Wilder... no surprise there... What
the? Margot as XO?!"
With a hand over her mouth, Cathy stifled her laughter. "Wilder
said that he was interested in command. So I figure, I'll invoke
the probationary duties clause and have him try. If his
performance falls short, he can go back to the helm."
Ozma chuckled. "Can't wait to see Khellen's face..." His
eyes returned to the digipad. "So Clan's going to take her
mother's place as commandant?"
"Didn't she tell you?"
"She told me that she's leaving active duty until she gives birth to
"Blanc? Not Rora?" exclaimed Cathy in surprise.
He leaned back into the padded chair and sipped coffee. "Seems
that Blanc saved his DNA a month before the battle and willed it to her
if he died. That's why she went to the cloning facility."
He chuckled. "That Blanc... even when he's gone, he still got his
girl. But besides that, she might have a tough time training the
meltran recruits. She ain't much older than them."
"They'll change their mind when they see her skill."
He stared at the digipad. "So Rora's serving with Clang...
figures... Damn, I'm gonna have to build up another meltran
squad. Wait a minute... who's at the helm?"
"I was hoping you could make some recommendations."
"I'll hold a test and get back to you."
"Thanks. Let me know as soon as possible. By the way, would
you like to stay for dinner?"
"Nah, Ranka's making me somethin'. She's been cooking all sorts
of food since she joined some cooking club." Ozma checked his
watch and stood up. "In fact, I gotta get goin'. She
doesn't like it when I'm late."
Cathy stood up as well. "I see. Maybe tomorrow?"
Ozma started walking down the path followed by Cathy. "Yeah,
sounds good. Ranka's goin' to visit Nanase."
Sheryl left Hope's mind. She just heard some really interesting
news. If Cathy and Ozma would be going out tomorrow, she and
Ranka might get extra time for their date. When Hope confirmed
that Cathy and Ozma were out of sight, she asked Hope to return.
After she flew in, Sheryl closed the balcony door and began to unpack
her suitcase while humming the song 'Your Sound'. She could
barely wait for tomorrow to come.
About 30 minutes later, Soffie knocked on her door. "Miss, dinner
"Thank you. I'll be right over."
Dinner was chicken Marsala and sautéed vegetables. While
they ate, Cathy talked to her about the Macross Galaxy
preparations. Since Galaxy's main island was landing in the
western ocean, they had to be prepared for the subsequent
tsunami. For the past two weeks, she, Ranka and Ai assisted the
naval engineers in building a temporary reef to absorb the tsunami's
"Once again, thank you for helping out. It would've taken twice
as long without all of you," said Cathy.
"We're glad to help. After all, the colonies and the Vajra will
be living in the same world."
"It will certainly show the public that Vajra are good neighbors.
Anyway, how's school?"
"I'm keeping up with the theoretical classes, but I'm still not used to
the physical stuff. I'm just hoping I can survive boot
"Is it next week?"
"No, it's the week after. They're just holding written exams next
"I know some good tutors in math and science, so if you need help
there, ask Erenmeyer to hire them. I've also gone through
military training, and I'll be happy to share my experience with you."
Sheryl sat up slightly. If she could get an idea of what to
expect, maybe she could prepare for it. "The instructor said that
it's a combination of survival training and aerial combat maneuvers."
"Survival training, huh? It's probably going to include a long
hike. Did they give you any details?"
She shook her head slightly. "No."
"They'll probably tell you at the last minute. For now, expect a
hike. Here are my suggestions..."
Sheryl listened attentively. By the time dinner was done, her
worries about boot camp were lessened. She thanked Cathy and bid
her good night before going to her room where she spent a few hours
writing up notes about their conversation and doing some
research. As she reviewed their conversation in her mind, she
wondered, "Is this what it's like to have an older sister?"
It certainly was a relief to have someone to talk to about her
worries. Cathy listened patiently and offered advice that she
would not have thought of on her own. A smile stole onto her
lips. Although she was a bit imposing and bossy, Shery felt that
she did not mind having Cathy as an older sister of sorts. With
that in mind, she worked on the notes diligently. When she was
satisfied, she prepared for bed and went to sleep.
The next day, Sheryl arrived at Nanase's house and found that Ranka was
already there. Hope immediately waddled over to Ai's side.
"Thanks for watching over them. We owe you one," said Ranka.
"Oh, stop that! In fact, I don't know what you're talking
about. Now, go on... have fun!" Nanase shooed them out the
Ranka looked around. "So... where's Lisa?"
"I didn't ask her to come. I hope you don't mind... but can we go
there by bus?"
"Sure! I don't mind."
Sheryl pulled out a map with several highlighted lines. "These
are the transit routes."
Ranka examined the map. "Let's see... we take #38 Geary and get
off at Market. Then we transfer to #2 Shibuya-Market. After
that, we get off at Shibuya station and catch the #9 Yamanote.
Then it's just one stop to Harajuku." She adjusted her baseball
cap and shades before holding Sheryl's hand. "We can catch the
bus at the next corner."
They walked to the bus stop with the FUNI symbol at the street
corner. A few minutes later, a long bus stopped. The words
'Frontier Municipal Transit' were painted on its side. The bus
was made up of a primary cab and a smaller secondary cab, which was
connected, to the primary by an adjustable platform. Instead of
metal hinges, a flexible accordion-like rubber shell surrounded the
platform. It reminded Sheryl of a mechanical caterpillar.
They boarded the bus and Ranka paid their fare. She handed her a
ticket, which displayed the date and time.
"A ticket can be used on two buses, so we can use this to transfer at
Market. Keep it, ok?" said Ranka as they took their seats.
"Do you take the bus a lot?"
"Not as much anymore. Onii-chan's here, so he drives me
around. But I used to take it to school everyday."
"Why did you want to take the bus now?"
Sheryl smiled sheepishly. "I guess... I want to be more
independent and to get out more. Grace kept me so busy that I
really don't know how the world works out here. I want to know
what life is like beyond the stage."
Ranka smiled and squeezed her hand. "In that case, let's find out
A warm glow filled Sheryl's heart as she gazed upon that adorable smile
that was only meant for her. With Ranka as her guide, she
wondered what they would discover together.
They got off at Market Street. Ranka led her to the cable
car. Sheryl's hand gripped the brass bar as she sat down on the
wooden seats which faced the center of the car instead of the
front. Compared to the modern bus, she felt like a time
traveler. The cable car jolted to a start as the driver pulled on
a long lever that protruded from the floor. The sound of metal
against metal clanked from below. Although she had ridden the
cable car with Alto, she was more focused on sight-seeing rather than
learning about the transit system.
"Why are they still using this?" asked Sheryl.
"Hmmm... I guess it's kinda nostalgic. This was used in San
Francisco, which was one of the model cities for the colony. This
particular car survived the zentraedi attack on Earth. Maybe it's
a way of saving the past and reminding people about Earth?"
"Since you put it that way, it is kinda cool."
"Hold on. We're going down."
Sheryl craned her neck towards the front of the car and her eyes
widened. The car was about to go downhill, and it was very, very
steep. Seconds later, the car tilted and the driver applied the
brakes. Since she was closer to the front of the car, the descent
caused Ranka to slip down the seat and press against her. Her
hands gripped the nearest brass bar and her shoulders cringed
unconciously as metal brakes screeched against the rails.
Ranka's arm slipped around her shoulders. "Don't worry.
They installed a backup modern brake system just in case the rail
brakes don't work."
"That's good to know," said Sheryl with relief as she took the
opportunity to lean against her. A slight blush crept onto
Ranka's cheeks. The other passengers stared at them in curiosity,
but Sheryl was too distracted by Ranka's soft, warm body to notice.
The cable car trip took much longer since the route went over several
hills. Finally, they reached Shibuya station. Ranka led her
downstairs and they bought tickets for the Yamanote line. Once
again, Sheryl felt like she traveled in time as a high-speed train
stopped in front of them. They boarded the train and took their
seats. The doors closed with a soft whoosh and it accelerated so
smoothly that she barely felt it.
Ranka pointed to a display. "That red dot shows where we
are. Those arrows show the train direction. So if the
arrows are pointing in the wrong direction of where you want to go, get
off and take the train on the opposite platform."
As buildings whizzed by, Sheryl wondered how fast they were
going. She got a clue when they passed a highway with a speed
limit of 100 kmh and the train seemed to be moving faster than the
A short six minutes later, a computerized female voice announced, "The
next stop is Harajuku. The next stop is Harajuku."
They got out of the station and climbed the stairs to street
level. Sheryl was surprised to a see a lot of teenagers dressed
in various outfits. Some wore colorful ones while others wore
black but heavily decorated with lace. A young man walked by with
a tomahawk hairstyle and a multitude of piercings. At the park
across the station, a group of teenage boys spun on their backs as loud
punk music played.
"Harajuku is famous for its unique sense of fashion," explained
Ranka. "This part of the colony is modeled after Tokyo, and
Harajuku is one of its wards."
"It's pretty unique all right," remarked Sheryl. Her hand dug
into her purse and extracted directions to My Maiden's Secret.
She showed the map to Ranka. "It's here."
"Hmm... looks like we go this way."
They walked several blocks and found the store.
"It's a lingerie shop?!" exclaimed Ranka.
"Not just any lingerie shop," said Sheryl who opened the door.
They walked into a garden of colorful fabrics and delicate silks.
"It has a great selection of specialty lingerie and is very popular at
Macross Galaxy. I was really surprised to find a branch here."
"Welcome," greeted a brown haired meltran with intense red eyes.
"May I help you?"
"Yes," replied Sheryl. "My friend is looking for a bra."
"Sheryl!" Ranka's voice echoed in her mind. "I thought you needed
"I do, but we might as well get you one too," replied Sheryl silently.
"I... I don't need any! I already have a lot!" protested Ranka.
"What's your size?" asked the clerk as she walked around the
counter. A measuring tape dangled from her hand.
"Ummm... 38A..." said Ranka, blushing slightly.
"Actually, she's almost a 30B."
Once again, Ranka's protests rang through Sheryl's mind.
Meanwhile, the clerk raised an eyebrow as her eyes flitted between
them. Then she held out the measuring tape before Ranka.
"If you want, I can check your size."
Curious, Ranka raised her arms and allowed the clerk to measure
"Hmmm... a 30B might be better for you. We carry a brand that has
adjustable wire and straps. You can customize it for your size
now and adjust it later when you've grown into it."
"Does it have a front closure design?"
Once again, the clerk's eyebrow twitched. "Yes, we also carry
those. Come this way, please."
They followed the clerk to a clothes rack. The clerk picked a
daring design with thin fabric and red lace. "Is this too early
"Hmm... no, that's fine..." At that instant, an embarrassed Ranka
elbowed her in the ribs. Sheryl winced. "Ah... but maybe
something more conservative would be better... pastels would be nice..."
The clerk gestured to another rack. "How about the Petite Purity
brand? It's specifically designed for younger maidens...
moderately cut, but with a sense of adventure."
Sheryl grinned wolfishly. "Perfect."
Meanwhile, an irritated Ranka fumed silently. "Why is she asking
her opinion instead of me? I'm the one who's going to be wearing
it!" Then a thought dawned on her and she looked at the clerk in
horror. "Oh no! Did she figure out our
relationship...? Then she wants to know what Sheryl wants me
While they were making their selections, the door opened to admit a
young girl with brown hair and green eyes. A young woman with
green eyes and midnight blue hair held the door as the girl walked in
with a box in her small hands.
"Mama! Mama! Look what I can do!"
The clerk knelt down and kissed her forehead. "That's nice,
Shizuki. Now go help your Mom unpack the boxes in the back."
"Ok," replied the girl cheerfully.
As they passed by, Sheryl noticed the logo on one of the boxes carried
by the young woman. "Is that Applause lingerie?"
A sly smile formed on the clerk's lips. "Ah, you know your
lingerie well. Yes, it is. We just got a fresh batch from
"May we see?"
"Of course," said the clerk as she took the box from the blue haired
woman. She went to the counter and emptied the box on it.
"Is there anything specific you want?"
"Well... underwear for me and for her. And also a bra for me...
"Let me measure both of you for your waist size then we can separate
the ones that will fit you."
After the measurements were done, the clerk picked out the ones that
would fit them. "Feel free to look at these while I put the
others away." With a sweep of her hand, she scooped up the rest
of the lingerie into the box and brought them to the back room.
Sheryl selected a matching pair of purple and black bra and underwear
for herself. For Ranka, she picked out light green underwear with
a white lace and small, red ribbon in front. "This one should go
well with your bra."
Ranka looked at her suspiciously. "Sheryl... what are you up to?"
She winked in reply. "It's a secret."
The clerk came back after assisting another customer. "Have you
made your selections?"
"Yes. We'd like to get these please." Sheryl offered her
"Are you going to be shopping in the area?"
"Yes, for a while."
"For a small fee, we can wash your lingerie while you shop. It
will be ready to wear once you're done shopping."
The wheels in Sheryl's head were turning and she licked her lips.
"Only 10 credits."
Ranka's voice protested in her mind. "That's a lot! If we
stop by my house, I can put them in the washer..."
The clerk smiled and rang up the total. "What kind of scent would
The clerk showed her an illustrated list. "We can add a
complimentary scent during drying. These are the choices."
Sheryl searched the list. "Hmmm... How about lily?"
"Subtle, yet alluring... a good choice. Please return in an hour."
As they exited the store, Sheryl asked, "Is it ok if we picked up some
hiking shoes before going to the spa?"
"Sure, but why do you need them?"
"Just in case it's required for boot camp. I want to break them
in ahead of time." She showed Ranka the map. "This is the
closest shoe store."
"Oh, it's not that far. Let's see... we go... this way," said
Ranka as she took Sheryl's hand.
They found the store easily and fifteen minutes later, Sheryl bought a
pair of hiking shoes. Then they walked to the spa.
"Sheryl... how did you know my bra size?" asked Ranka.
"I checked yesterday," winked Sheryl in response.
For a few moments, Ranka wondered when she did it. Then she
remembered where Sheryl's hands were in the locker room. She
colored visibly and squeezed her hand harder, causing Sheryl to wince
at the pressure. "That's for doing sneaky things!"
"Oh, don't get mad! You got a new bra out of it!"
"Hmph!" Ranka looked away and pretended to pout. Her
reaction only caused Sheryl to giggle. At the sound of her
twinkling laugh, her irritation slowly faded.
When they arrived at the spa, they each ordered a massage, a body scrub
and a facial. After their treatments, they lounged lazily in the
spa's indoor onsen.
"Aaah... this feels good..." said Sheryl as she leaned her head on a
towel-covered rock. She closed her eyes.
Ranka scooted closer to her and intertwined their fingers before
leaning her head on Sheryl's shoulder. In response, Sheryl put
her arm around her and cuddled closer. Time seemed to stop for
them as they basked in each other's presence, acutely conscious of each
other's body even through the hot water. The onsen was silent
except for the splashing of water from the fountain and the occasional
bamboo beat from the shishi odoshi. They rested in that position
until the timer clicked audibly.
Sheryl sighed. "Looks like we have to get out."
"Just when it was getting comfortable..." said Ranka sadly.
She chanced a peck on her forehead. "Don't worry... we can cuddle
A slow leer formed on Ranka's face and mischief danced in her
eyes. She projected her thoughts. "I hope to do more than
"Really...? I guess you'll just have to show me what you have in
Sheryl waited for Ranka to stand up first. Her eyes followed the
rivulets of water that streamed down from her shoulders, to the small
of her back, over her buttocks and between the inside of her
thighs. The steam from the onsen added an ethereal effect
and the scene reminded Sheryl of a water nymph rising from an enchanted
"What's wrong?" asked Ranka as she took as step towards the exit.
"You're really filling out nicely. I can't wait to see you all
Ranka lowered her eyes as she adjusted her towel. "Sorry... I
must look childish..."
She leaned forward like a panther studying its prey. "It's
fine. I like this part of you too."
Her blush was visible even through her flushed skin. "I'm going
to shower now."
She opened her mind. "Shall I join you?"
She laughed at her reaction. "Go ahead... I'll shower in the next
After leaving the spa, they picked up their lingerie. Then they
headed back to Nanase's house.
"Back already?" asked Nanase as she let them in.
"Just stopping by. Did Ozma-nii call?" asked Ranka.
Sheryl picked up their luggage. "We're going out again.
We'll be back in an hour or two."
They left Nanase's house and went to the woods near Mihoshi
Academy. When they had walked far enough from the main road, they
summoned a Vajra to take them to the Queen's Crater. By agreement
with the Frontier government, the Vajra territories were composed of
land 100 miles from the crater, the ocean with depths of 50 miles or
more and airspace 20 miles from the crystalline ring that surrounded
the planet. Any human or zentran entering these territories must
have permission from the Vajra queen who happened to be Ai. Of
course, Ranka and Sheryl had her permission and were allowed to pass by
the Vajra patrols.
When they arrived at the crater, they transferred to the unmodified
Vajra carrier. By their command, the carrier ascended into
orbit. Meanwhile, they prepared their makeshift hammock out of
bedcovers and linen. When they were done, Sheryl handed Ranka the
bag with her new lingerie.
"Wear this. I'll wear mine too." She began to unbutton her
blouse but Ranka stopped her hand.
As nimble fingers danced over buttons, Sheryl watched those half-lidded
red-orange eyes. Even in the dim purple glow of the reactor,
those verdant lashes failed to conceal the restrained flames within her
irises. As each button came undone, the flames slowly grew in
intensity. When her blouse slid off her arms, a sigh escaped from
Ranka's lips and the flames seem to flicker against an unseen
She guessed what Ranka would do next. Her hand came up and gently
touched those quivering lips that was just inches from her own.
"My turn," she explained.
The flames in those eyes smoldered and those lips drooped in
disappointment. Sheryl felt bad for denying her and planted a
kiss on that smooth white forehead. The flames flickered again
and a shy smile returned to her lips.
Deft hands undid the buttons and lifted Ranka's blouse over her
head. With a careless toss, it floated away.
Just then, Ranka moved forward and her hands felt along the waistband
of Sheryl's skirt to find the zipper. One hand slid the zipper
down while the other moved her body upward to free it from her
skirt. As the skirt floated away, Ranka cupped the Fairy's face
and kissed her hungrily.
Between those fiery kisses, Sheryl managed to remove Ranka's
skirt. The soft velvety texture of Ranka's tongue almost made her
forget her original intentions. The gentle prodding of the bag
near her arm was a reminder. Reluctantly, she broke the
kiss. Ranka moved in to continue, but she brought the bag between
"Wear it and there'll be more."
As if in a drunken stupor, Ranka obeyed and began to remove her
underwear. Sheryl darted behind the reactor so that she could get
the full effect of seeing Ranka in the new lingerie for the first
time. Within seconds, she changed to her new lingerie and
adjusted it. A subtle fragrance rose from the cloth and tickled
her nostrils. The clerk was right. It was an excellent
Patiently, she waited behind the reactor until Ranka called out.
She floated around the reactor and her breath caught in her
Whatever claims of childish appearance were shattered before this
green-haired beauty before her. Before her was a maiden on the
cusp of womanhood. With the delicate lingerie protecting her
modesty, she could easily be mistaken for a fairy tale nymph bred from
sea foam and clad in fragile wisps of seaweed. Sheryl felt very
lucky to see this part of Ranka and looked forward to seeing more in
With a light push from her foot, she floated over to Ranka and gently
moved the arms that attempted to hide her chest. Meanwhile, Ranka
did not meet her gaze and kept her eyes lowered.
"Let me see you," she entreated.
Ranka glanced at her demurely and moved her arms away from her torso.
Sheryl floated a few feet away to better enjoy the view. Her eyes
followed the curve of her neck to the hollow of her collarbone and down
to her chest where Ranka's starfire ring hung on her necklace and
sparkled with its mysterious brilliance, casting slivers of colored
light on the bra. Joy filled her being to see the token of her
love worn over her beloved's heart. Her hand rose to touch her
matching starfire ring, which Ranka specially commissioned with Mayan
Her eyes floated over the bra, which nicely accentuated the gentle
swell of her breasts and was cut low enough to tease. Sheryl's
hands itched to remove it, but her eyes were not finished with their
Lower still, her new underwear exposed more of her hips. Sheryl
vividly remembered the swimsuit event during the Miss Macross
competition. She was glad that she decided to wear her glasses
instead of contacts. Her glasses had special liquid lenses that
allowed adjustable magnification just by tapping on the side of the
frame. With it, she was able to get a closer look at Ranka
discreetly. A quick mental comparison revealed fuller hips and a
slimmer waist. In a year or so, Ranka would undoubtedly sport a
nice figure 8.
Then her eyes wandered over the area decorated with lace near the
junction of her thighs. The layers of lace began with green and
ended with white. It reminded Sheryl of petals on a flower.
Unconsciously, she licked her lips at the thought of uncovering the
Meanwhile, Ranka managed to get over her embarrassment at wearing
something so adult-like and revealing. Compared to her new
lingerie, her underwear was simple and conservative. However,
compared to what Sheryl was wearing, her own seemed modest. She
had chanced a quick glance at Sheryl and her cheeks immediately flushed
at what she saw. Gathering her courage, she lifted her eyes from
She had often accompanied Nanase to art museums and galleries where
they saw numerous paintings of goddesses and angels. However,
none of them could compare to the image before her. Freed from
the pull of gravity, those golden-coral tresses seemed buoyed by an
invisible aura and gave her the impression of a heavenly being
descending from the sky. Those luscious lips parted slightly and
tip of that agile tongue would sometimes slip out to moisten
them. Patches of pale skin peeked through the thin mesh of
embroidered silk on her black and velvet bra, which barely contained
that generous bosom. Without gravity, those soft, full mounds
seemed to float toward her like tempting fruit that made her mouth
water at the thought of taking them in. The matching underwear,
which she would not even dare to wear herself, was composed of a very
skimpy thong of thin silk with just enough thickness to confer modesty
where her thighs met. Although seeing this vision of loveliness
filled her with excitement, it was sky blue eyes that watched her and
only her, that thrilled her to the core.
When Sheryl's eyes had their fill, her hands were freed from
self-imposed restraint and rose for the encore.
clap CLAP clap
clap CLAP clap clap
Ranka's underwear split at the seams and floated away. Sheryl
grinned wickedly in triumph.
"Aaah!!! What happened?!" cried Ranka as she vainly tried to
catch the pieces.
"It's Applause lingerie," explained Sheryl. "You can program a
clapping sequence on it. When it detects the right sequence, it
unravels at the seams. Would you like to try?"
"And make my own bra fall off? No way!"
"I meant on me. Mine will fall off if you guess the right
Ranka's hair bobbed up. "Well... in that case, give me a hint."
"The sequence is a combination of 5 soft and loud claps. Each
sequence represents a number between 0 and 9. One number will
undo my bra. Another number will undo my underwear. For
example, this sequence is 3."
clap clap CLAP CLAP
Sheryl lowered her hands and was looking forward to seeing Ranka's face
scrunching up with frustration. Instead, Ranka merely smirked and
delivered her answer.
clap clap clap clap
CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP clap
Surprise flowed into her face as the lingerie peeled off her
body. Ranka went to her immediately and captured her lips.
Red-orange flames of victory flared in her eyes.
"How did you... guess so quickly?" mumbled Sheryl between kisses.
"Ozma-nii taught me Morse code... when I was a kid. And... since
it's you... you'd pick those numbers..."
Sheryl giggled. "You know me so well..."
"Now take it off," commanded Ranka.
Instead of clapping, Sheryl lowered her head and bit the center of
Ranka's bra with her teeth. With a small tearing noise, the
microhooks came undone and the bra flapped open.
"You picked this style because you just wanted to try that, didn't
you?" accused Ranka.
However, Sheryl did not reply. Instead, she attacked her exposed
flesh. Ranka gasped as sensitive nerves were subjected to
blissful torture. After about half a minute, Sheryl broke off her
attack and bit the strap to guide it down her arm.
"Just use your hands," complained Ranka.
Soft kisses traveled up Ranka's arm and over her collarbone. Her
skin tingled at Sheryl's gentle ministrations and was left wanting for
"We haven't had a chance to be alone for over three weeks. Give
me some time to enjoy you."
Ranka turned toward the covered hammock, but Sheryl stopped her.
"Let's do it here."
"Out here?" Although Sheryl had seen her naked before, Ranka
still felt exposed without a blanket over her. Blood rushed to
her face at the thought that their bodies would not be covered.
Sky blue eyes pleaded. "Is that alright?"
It took a few moments for Ranka to overcome her embarrassment before
Whenever Sheryl looked at her like that, Ranka could not refuse
her. Despite her inhibitions, a warm ache grew within her and so
she took Sheryl's right hand and sucked her thumb lightly.
"She's really impatient today," thought Sheryl. By the time the
bra floated away from them, Ranka had finishing sucking all the fingers
on her right hand. Then she guided that hand to its desired
Sheryl just allowed her hand to rest there while she hugged Ranka
closely. Lips sought the curve of that graceful neck.
"I missed you so much, Ranka," she murmured against her pale skin.
Ranka wrapped her arms around her and intertwined their legs to cover
as much as skin as possible. "Me too..."
Because of school and work, they did not get a chance to date.
Even at school, they were limited to holding hands and secret
kisses. But now, that long wait was over. With all the
restrictions lifted, they luxuriated in each other's touch, pressing
skin against skin and lips against lips to quench their longing.
Sheryl cupped Ranka's face with her left hand. "Have I told you
how much I love you?"
Ranka nibbled on her lips. "Not enough..."
"I love you..." whispered Sheryl as she planted a gentle kiss on those
petite lips. "I love you..." Another kiss landed on the tip
of her chin. "I love you..." This time, the kiss settled on
the crook of her neck.
With each confession, Sheryl's lips journeyed lower to her chest.
When she got there, she kissed each top of her nipples, causing Ranka
to shudder slightly. Then with her tongue, she began to trace the
Mayan word for 'love' over that sensitive flesh and her heart. As
she did so, she marveled at how smooth and soft her skin was. The
spa did a really good job.
As she traced the word, Ranka's fingers threaded through her hair in a
slow caress. She paused to enjoy the soothing feeling as she did
so. When she finished with the word, she continued tracing with
her tongue down to Ranka's abdomen. There, she traced the Mayan
word for life.
The image of the little girl from the lingerie shop flashed in her
mind. Then her thoughts strayed to the news that Clan was
pregnant. As she finished the word, she could not help but wonder
if she and Ranka would ever have children. Hope formed in her
heart when she remembered that Clan went to a cloning facility.
Perhaps, it was possible even between girls.
Her left hand went to Ranka's waist and lightly pushed her up.
Then her right hand moved slightly from where Ranka placed it to push
against her thigh.
"Shouldn't we do it together?"
"Let me go first."
Before Ranka could argue, Sheryl's lips dove down and attacked.
Ranka gasped loudly at the contact and her legs jerked inward.
Sheryl pushed them back and adjusted the younger girl's hips. As
she explored those nether lips, she was surprised at how moist and warm
they were. The combined scent of the lingerie's fragrance and
Ranka's own tickled her nostrils. Her tongue slid out to lick the
abundant cream around it. When it was all gone, her tongue probed
deeper for more.
Given their current position, there was no way they could attempt this
on the planet. The last time they tried this position, her neck
cramped due to the awkward angle. But in zero gravity, with just
feather light adjustments, she could position herself and Ranka
comfortably to achieve maximum effect. Her efforts were rewarded
with each cry that escaped from Ranka's lips.
"Aaah... aahhhh... ohhh... aaahhhhh! My god... aaahhhh!
Ranka's hands clutched empty air. If they were on the bed, she
would be gripping the bedsheets tightly as she tried to bear the
intense sensations rippling between her thighs. Instead, she
crossed her arms over her chest and gripped near her elbows. Then
Sheryl's tongue slid across a particularly sensitive area causing her
to cry out and clutch her arms in reaction. She winced as her
fingernails dug into her skin.
Sheryl's voice whispered in her mind. "Don't cover yourself...
let me see you..."
Her arms unwound to her sides and she vainly tried to think of
something to do with them. However, her brain, drunk from the
potent stimulation coursing through her body, refused to work.
Just then, soft cloth nudged her hands, which gratefully latched on to
it on impulse. Her hazy eyes shifted to her right side. It
was a pillow held by a tentacle. On her left was another
pillow. Sheryl nuzzled deeper and a strong pulse emanated from
within her causing her to arch in reaction while her hands gripped the
Her eyes rested on Sheryl and her cheeks flushed at the sight.
Without the bed covers, Sheryl could see all of her. She felt
exposed and vulnerable but strangely free and liberated as she floated
without the restrictions of gravity. In here, it was just the two
of them, and they did not have to worry about causing a scandal.
"Is this why...? So we'd be free..." thought Ranka.
"But I have... nothing to hide. For you... I'd give you...
everything..." Then her legs relaxed and spread out more.
Sheryl noticed and her tongue took advantage of the increased access,
thus eliciting another series of gasps and whimpers. One hand
slid up Ranka's torso and fingertips found that erect nub of
flesh. With small, circular motions, her fingertips played with
it and it became even warmer to her touch.
Teased and tortured with pleasure, Ranka's fingers dug into the pillows
and almost yanked them from the tentacles' hold. Tears beaded up
on her verdant lashes and floated away as she tossed her head
"Oohhh... aaaahhhh... more... there... ohhh... ohhhhh... aaahhh..."
For some reason, it was getting harder to breathe and she drew a
lungful of air as her body stiffened and relaxed in response. Her
abdomen felt like a swirling whirlpool. Muscles swelled with
pleasure, and ached for release.
"Sh---Sheryl... p-please... ahhh... haaah... aaahhh..."
Her Galaxy Fairy granted her request and plunged into her depths.
Her cry caught in her throat as waves of contractions surged through
her body. Her right hand managed to leave the pillow and reached
When she saw her hand, Sheryl knew that Ranka wanted to be held.
She floated over Ranka and was surprised at how warm she was when she
hugged her. This close, she could feel the rapid rising of her
chest, hear the rush of her breath and sense each tremulous quiver from
her beloved. She grinned wolfishly when she noticed the faint
glow from Ranka's abdomen. At first, she was alarmed when she saw
the glow for the first time. However, after reading Dr. Zore's
reports, they learned that the V-Type microorganisms repond to very
intense emotions by glowing. There was no doubt why it was
When her breath began to slow down, Ranka guided her hand and whispered
in her ear.
"Wasn't it enough?" thought Sheryl in confusion. Feeling
disappointed, she complied and slipped slender fingers into those slick
Then Ranka caught her left thigh between her legs and pressed against
it. With small, short motions, she rocked against her.
Within seconds, tense muscles contracted forcefully around her fingers
and the resulting loud cry from Ranka rang her eardrums.
Sheryl kissed her forehead. "I see... you just needed a little
bit there, where I couldn't reach before."
Her Cinderella's eyelids lifted slightly and dazed red-orange irises
adored her with gratitude. She leaned foreward and kissed her
"I love you..."
Then her eyes closed again and she smiled so contently that Sheryl
glowed with pride.
She bent over Ranka's earlobe and tickled it. "Don't go to sleep
on me..." she whispered.
"Just a few more minutes," replied Ranka while hugging her
tighter. Waves of delight were still flowing within her.
They held each other quietly while basking in their shared
Ozma paced as he waited for Ranka to pick up. A muffled crackle
later, the phone's speaker sprang to life.
"Hey, Ranka, it's me. How's it going?"
"That's good. Listen, I'm going out for dinner, so don't wait for
"Err... if you want, you can hang out with Nanase and I'll come pick
you up around 8 or 9. How's that sound?"
"I'll give you a call. Bye!"
He hung up and put the phone near his pants.
"Are you ready yet?" called Cathy from the bath.
"Yeah. I told Ranka not to wait for me." He sauntered
in. Cathy was already sitting in the Jacuzzi.
"That's good. Now get in here. The water's cooling."
"Yes, ma'am!" Ozma flung his towel on the tiled countertop and
obeyed the order given by Frontier's president and commander-in-chief.
Finally, Ranka switched places with Sheryl and floated over her.
A faint glimmer caught her eye.
"Did we spill something, Sheryl?"
A sly smirk curved up her lips. "Oh those? Those came from
Ranka stared in disbelief at the numerous pearly beads floating beneath
them. "I cried a little... maybe sweated a bit... it must've come
from somewhere else!" She looked around. "Maybe the carrier
has a broken vein..."
Sheryl's free hand scooped up some nearby beads and licked them.
"Yes... definitely yours..."
Ranka covered her face with her hands in embarrassment. "No...
it's... it's not... it's too much!"
Her husky voice whispered seductively. "You don't believe
me? Then explain this..."
The Galaxy Fairy's fingers curled into a slight scoop and swept out,
causing Ranka to gasp at the motion. Then her fingers flicked
away from them, sending a spray of pearly white beads into the
Ranka's jaw dropped and her cheeks flushed at the sight of glittering
beads floating around them. She could not refute Sheryl's
explanation. Then her lips drew taut with determination and her
eyes blazed with challenge.
"I hope you're ready... 'cause I'm going to top that."
Sheryl kissed her soundly. "Then show me what you've got."
A wide grin revealed the slightly pointed right canine that was proof
of her zentran heritage. Pert lips descended to capture
Sheryl's. The Galaxy Fairy closed her eyes and surrendered to
Sheryl's lips felt like they were on fire. Meanwhile, feather
light touches caressed her skin, leaving goosebumps in their
wake. One hand slipped through the tresses of her hair while
another wandered to her chest. She gasped into Ranka's mouth as
nimble fingers stroked and fondled that stiff flesh. Stimulated
nerves lit up in excitement and a thrill went down her spine to ignite
a new flame below. In response, her thighs squeezed together as
warmth began to spread.
Then Ranka's tongue slid against her teeth to request entry. Her
lips parted to welcome her and that agile tongue danced with
hers. The hand behind her head shifted to deepen the kiss and the
intensity of their dance made her forget to breathe. When Ranka
broke off the kiss, she drew in gulps of air to clear her dizzy head.
The velvet texture of that agile tongue swirled over that stiff
nipple. Her hands rose to cradle that moss green head. As
that warm, moist mouth covered more of her breast, the tip of her right
canine scratched her skin.
"Don't... aahhh... leave... haaaah.... aahhh... marks..." she implored.
However, Ranka did not seem to be listening as incisors nibbled
lightly, causing a mixture of pain and pleasure. The hand behind
her head slid down her back slowly before moving to her abdomen.
Sheryl took a moment to breathe as Ranka released her flesh.
Before she had enough air, Ranka had already moved to the other side
and subjected that area to the same blissful torture.
A leg slipped between hers and parted them. Then Ranka slid down
to her belly button and gently sucked on the skin around it.
Meanwhile, the locks of that verdant hair spread out like pine needles
over her sensitive skin, causing her to shiver. Unconsciously,
her hand went to the top of Ranka's head and pushed towards her
thighs. When she realized what happened, she pulled her hand back
and diverted it to a nearby pillow, which was subjected to more abuse.
As her tongue swept downward, Ranka felt the push. She glanced up
at the Galaxy Fairy and smiled evilly, knowing that she got her in this
state. As usual, her Fairy was getting impatient. In
revenge for what she did earlier, Ranka decided to take her time.
How she loved the sound of her whimpers as she sampled that ripe flesh
which was now floating freely, pointing its glistening pink tips
upward. The feel of that rushed breath that cooled her flushed
cheeks was fueled by the rapid rising of that endowed chest. And
just below, the scent of lilies and musk beckoned her. With one
hand on the Fairy's hips, Ranka moved her up and examined the blossom
before her. More warmth spread to her cheeks as she wondered
whether she was like this, slick and overflowing with nectar. Her
tongue slipped from its berth to find out.
"Aaahhh!!! Haaaa.... aaaahhh! aaaahhh.... aahhnnnn....
Legs pressed against her and Ranka threw a thought. "Don't do
Sheryl's eyes flicked open when Ranka's shout startled her.
Against the impulse of her muscles, she spread her legs more.
Fingers gripped the pillows as slivers of delight emanated from her
abdomen and traveled up her spine, sending thrills over the nerves of
her arms and neck. She threw her head back and tried to remember
A hand pressed against her thighs. Ranka's voice was softer
now. "Don't trap me."
Through the haze of pleasure, she managed to reply. "I... I'm
trying... aaahhhh... aaahhnnn... haaaahhhh... Aaaahhh!"
When her legs flinched inward again, she felt gentle tendrils wrap
around her ankles. Slowly, her legs moved apart. Then
sensitive muscles were stroked, causing her legs to jerk. But
this time, the tendrils kept them in place.
She was not prepared for what came next. Suddenly, her abdomen
came alive with thousands of tiny prickles. Her loud cry echoed
through the reactor chamber as those prickles probed and tickled
everywhere. The insides of her thighs were subjected to the same
"Noooooo... s---stop... aaaahhhh... haaahhh... iiit'ssss... toooo...
muuuuchhhh..." she sobbed. But Ranka was not listening.
Her legs jerked as her body thrashed at the insane stimulation.
Each sliding motion moved hundreds of tiny wiggles, spreading the
sensation everywhere it went. She gritted her teeth and squeezed
her eyes, releasing beads of tears to mingle with the other pearly
beads around them.
She felt a tendril wrap around her waist. Then Ranka's hands rose
up to land on her chest. Nimble fingers began their performance.
"N-no... moooore... c---can't... aaaahhhh! Aaaahhhh!"
Her body arched as her nerves lit up with delight. Her dizzy mind
was only conscious of the burning inferno that yearned to be released.
"R--Ranka... haaahhh... Raankaaa... p--pleeaaase... Aaaahhh!"
But Ranka did not stop, and continued to drive her over the edge.
Finally, the inferno flared and escaped, expanding through her
body. Her legs stiffened straight and her body shuddered in
ecstasy. Meanwhile, her abdomen glowed warmly.
She did not know how much time passed before she noticed that Ranka was
resting her head on her chest with an ear pressed against her
skin. She stroked that vibrant verdant hair and her fingers
immediately got tangled in several wet, sticky locks. When she
realized what happened, her hand rose to cover her mouth.
"Oh my god... now I remember..." she whispered hoarsely.
Ranka lifted her head and kissed her. "Well?"
A languid smile acknowledged Ranka's victory. "You won, but I
don't think I lost at all."
Ranka kissed her again and drew back, her shiny eyes reflecting a faint
image of the Galaxy Fairy's sleepy face. "That's good. Can
we nap now?"
Sheryl nodded slightly and tried to move, but her muscles felt
sluggish. However, she did not have to since Ranka guided her to
the covered hammock. There, they wrapped themselves in swaddling
linen like infants in a cradle. Cuddled in each other's arms,
they fell asleep, happy and satisfied.
Flight 102: Family Ties