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Sun's Out, Buns Out
by
Robertcop3
So, let me start by saying that I did NOT write this fic as an excuse to put my "naughty pairing" in barely there butt-floss bikinis. This is inspired by Episode 8 of KoF Destiny, in particular a scene where the Queen's Team meets the press. I have some issues with that series, but it did shape some of the HCs in my own fic-verse: namely that Yuri's breasts are smaller than they are in the games, and being around Mai makes her self-conscious about it. And my verse draws heavily from the Fatal Fury animes, where Mai was the "Cool Big Sis" trope for Sulia in the Motion Picture. So in my fics, Mai is aware of Yuri's envy, and continues to be the Cool Big Sis, trying to build up Yuri's confidence every chance she gets. Which is the premise for this fic. I hope you like it, and as always, feedback is welcome.
At this point in my verse, Mai and Andy are newlyweds, so she and Yuri have been friends for almost a year and a half. And Yuri has been dating Robert Garcia for about that long.
All characters are the property of SNK/Playmore. I don't own them, the video games or the anime.
South Town Beach – February 1999
It was a typical winter afternoon in south Florida. In other words: eighty-two degrees, a bright sunny sky free of clouds, and a slow but pleasant breeze coming in off the Gulf. A perfect day to spend outdoors.
So it was no surprise that South Town Beach was already crowded, despite the time of year. Just about every vacant spot of sand had been claimed by families, or couples, or people going solo. It was a bevy of bathing suits as far as the eye could see: one pieces, two pieces, three pieces, some with straps and some without; trunks and speedos, all being worn by people of varying shapes and sizes.
Despite the sea of dressed-down bodies stretching across the sand, two women in particular were turning more heads than most of the other beach-goers, as they made their way through the crowds towards one of the few remaining open spots of real estate. Of course, these were no ordinary women, but veterans of the King of Fighters tournament and founders of one of its more recognizable teams.
Both were flaunting their lean, athletic bodies in skimpy bikinis, only a few small triangles of cloth connected by meager bits of spaghetti-fine string keeping them covered just enough to meet the public decency standards of the beach. Of the two, Mai Shiranui-Bogard appeared more relaxed, despite the fact that her suit left less to the imagination than her companion's: her red bikini top was clearly struggling to contain the voluptuous swell of her legendary breasts, flashing some underboob in addition to the display of cleavage and sideboob, while the back part of her bottoms was little more than a near-invisible strand of floss running up through the crevasse between her plump, yet toned butt cheeks, connecting with the side-ties at their apex in a T-back style thong, leaving Mai's backside on full display.
Next to her, Yuri Sakazaki was clad in a similar bathing suit, this one black in color, although her smaller, B-Cup breasts fit more snugly into her top, and she had some added coverage in the form of a purple sarong tied about her slender waist. But despite the extra accessory, she still looked like she wanted to be somewhere else. The opposite of her friend, who walked with long, confident strides, hips swaying sensually from side to side, a smile on her ruby-red lips, clearly enjoying the attention they were getting from those stretched on the blankets they passed.
The open spot in the sand they were targeting, however, appeared to have other interested parties. A trio of young men in their twenties arrived at its edge at the same time that Mai and Yuri did, which would have led to an argument if not for Mai's unique skill-set as Japan's number one kunoichi.
"Come on, boys," she pleaded, sliding her sunglasses down her nose to flutter her eyelashes at the three men. "Let us have this space. It's so hot out, and my friend and I are so tired of walking with all this heavy gear. Such fine, strong boys like yourselves wouldn't have any problems walking a little longer. Not like us weak little girls."
A slight exaggeration on her part, since she and Yuri were each only carrying a beach chair and canvas tote. But when Mai arched her back and tilted her head skywards to feign wiping sweat from her brow, the only thing they could notice was how that movement made her bouncy bosom stand out, her nipples poking against the small scraps of fabric that covered them.
"Um, yeah," Yuri said, her voice lacking conviction. As she usually did when her friend was turning on the charm, the karate girl's gaze moved downward to her much smaller chest, cheeks turning red with envy.
But Mai's tactic seemed to be working. The three boys were about ready to pack up and move on, when one of them raised his hand at his fellows. "No, wait, hang on," he said. "I recognize this babe." He jabbed a finger at the voluptuous kunoichi. "I've been to every KoF tournament since you first started competing in them… Ms. Shiranui."
Mai giggled and produced a fan from… somewhere, flapping it in front of her face. "Guilty!" She said with a nod. "Though it's 'Mrs. Bogard' now." She waved her right hand, showing them her wedding ring.
"That's too bad," one of the others in the group said.
"So, anyway," the first guy went on. "We'll let you have this spot… if you let us get a picture with you."
She only paused for a second before answering: "Well, sure! Anything for a fan. But be sure to keep those hands where I can see them!" She stepped into the middle of the three boys and assumed her win pose. The one who'd recognized her had taken his camera out of his tote and was handing it to Yuri.
The comely ninja lass shook her head when she saw this. "Oh, no, no, no! My friend should be in the picture with us."
Yuri accepted the camera and took a step backwards. "Um… no thanks, Mai. I'm fine over here!"
"Aw, come on, Yuri! These guys should be so lucky. A picture with not one, but two sexy fighting icons. The Alluring Kunoichi and Ms. Karate! Come on! Get in here!"
"I wouldn't mind," said one of the guys. "Your friend is pretty cute."
"Yeah, she's got nice legs," said another.
Mai giggled. "You don't know the half of it."
Yuri's face was now turning a nice shade of scarlet. "Nah, I um… don't really need to be in it."
Mai waved the fan at her. "Yes, you do. It's a great way to build your confidence. And need I remind you… we had a bet?"
The Kyokugen babe sighed, remembering the reason they were on this little outing. "Oh, all right," she said.
"That's the spirit, girl!" Her friend laughed, and even that small movement made her generous breasts bounce beneath her skimpy bikini top, which did not go unnoticed by everyone present. "Now get in here and strike a pose!"
The red did not leave Yuri's cheeks, even as she flagged down a passerby to hand the camera to, and joined the others for the photo. After it was taken, Mai thanked the boys for giving them the space and encouraged them to come to the next tournament, and then she and Yuri started to set up camp.
"I can't believe we just did that," Yuri said, spreading out her beach towel. "I kind of feel guilty."
"Oh, come on, Yuri," Mai sighed at her friend. "All we did was get our picture taken with some KoF fans. It's not like we sucked them off in a bathroom stall. Just a harmless photo. And they were gentlemen, so no one got hurt. We get this spot, they get to brag to their friends about meeting us. Everyone wins!"
"And… Andy would be okay with that?"
Mai shook her head. "Not completely. He's resigned himself to the fact that guys are gonna stare at me no matter what I'm wearing. But he also trusts me. He knows when I'm out by myself, I'm not gonna start banging every guy I see. All I'm ever gonna let them do is stare. If anyone ever touches me, I'll put them in the hospital. Because anything beyond just looking is reserved only for my husband. Your beau trusts you too, right?"
"Um… yeah, I know he does."
"So he knows you wouldn't take shit from any other guy either. And that's why we can go out on our own for a girl's day, dressed in tiny swimsuits."
Yuri sat down in her beach chair. "Well, still… I think those guys just wanted you in the picture."
Beneath her sunglasses, Mai rolled her eyes. "We both know that's BS, Yuri. They thought you were just as hot as me. Didn't you hear them?"
Behind her own shades, the other girl's gaze once more lingered for a moment on her friend's very ample bosom, before reaching down to tug at the small patches of black cloth covering her more average breasts. "Well, yeah, I did, but… maybe not as hot as you."
Now her kunoichi companion couldn't help but giggle. "See, Yuri, this is why we're out here. It's time for you to stop selling yourself short, and start living up to your potential. Speaking of which…" she reached an arm down towards the younger women. "Hand it over."
Yuri started to fidget in her seat, nervously chewing the end of her braid, which she hadn't done since junior high. "Do… do I have to?"
"Yes, Yuri. That was our agreement. Now come on!" Mai clapped the back of one hand against the palm of the other. "Chop chop! Sun's out, buns out!"
There was a lengthy pause, but finally her friend relented, got up from the chair, and untied her sarong, handing it to the buxom ninja babe. With the extra cloth removed, anyone nearby who was looking could now see that Yuri wore the exact same style bikini as Mai, the T-back of her bottoms providing just enough coverage to avoid breaking the law, displaying her plump, shapely buttocks for all to see.
As Mai took her accessory and folded it, she gave a nod of appreciation. "Atta girl, Yuri. Don't worry. I'll give this back to you as soon as I think you've satisfied your end of things." So saying, she slipped it into her tote.
Yuri didn't feel like asking when that would be, as she had an idea. Instead, she blushed a little, suddenly feeling very naked, and tried not to think about who might be looking. "I wish I could go back in time and tell myself not to make that bet!"
"Well, you can't! And anyway, that bathing suit is way too flattering for you to never wear it!"
"Uh… I have worn it."
Mai snorted. "You mean modeled it in private for your man! You've never worn it to the beach, which means it was going to waste just sitting in your closet. You're just lucky I found it."
"I guess." Yuri did her best not to think about the events from a few days ago,when the two had been hanging out in her bedroom back in her family's dojo. Mai happened to stumble across Yuri's black string bikini in her closet, which led to an interrogation as to why she was letting it gather dust, when she had two excellent reasons below her waist to put it to good use. Which led to the bet. If Yuri hadn't been on her third cosmopolitan, she would never have made that stupid bet, but she had, and she lost. Which forced her into this beach day.
"No, on second thought," she said. "If I could go back in time, it would be to the day I made this dumb impulse buy, so I could convince myself not to." She fidgeted a little, then, trying to adjust the very minuscule back of her swimsuit. "I don't see how you can wear thongs everyday. My butt is devouring the back of this thing, and I'm… feeling a breeze in my… I don't like it."
Mai shrugged and regarded her friend with a look of amusement. "If anything, I feel overdressed right now. If this weren't an American beach, I'd probably be topless." She giggled, and fanned herself some more with her weapon.
Yuri could only gawk at the buxom ninja, glad that her sunglasses were hiding her eyes. Her busty teammate smirked and snapped her fan shut, then tucked it into the side-tie on her bottoms. "But today isn't about me. It's about you learning to celebrate what a beautiful babe you are! Deep down, I think you know it, or else you wouldn't have made that impulse buy! Now you just need to start embracing it!"
The younger woman continued to fidget, now more from the suspected scrutiny of other beach-goers than from any discomfort caused by her thong. "Well, in all fairness, I bought it shortly after Robbie and I started… um... having sex. So, that's… probably the only reason."
She started to sit back down on her beach chair, hoping to hide her considerable assets from view again, but Mai raised a hand. "Oh, no you don't, Yuri! Before you get comfortable, the first thing you and I are gonna do is go for a stroll."
"Aw, Mai…" Her friend pouted, another thing she hadn't done since middle school. "Can't I rest a while first?"
Mai shook her head. "Nope. It's important we strike while the iron's hot! A little walk down by the water in front of all these people will do wonders for your self esteem! But first…" She procured a bottle of sunscreen from her tote and shook it at Yuri. "You didn't put any on down there back at the car. And the last thing we need is for those buns to get toasted. That will definitely ruin Robert's night!"
Inwardly, Yuri was cursing herself for neglecting her backside when they'd first arrived. An oversight due to her sarong, but now it just meant that she'd be lotioning her butt with an audience. Right before Mai was about to offer to do it for her, Yuri grabbed the sunscreen, squirted some onto her palm, and rubbed it into her derriere, trying to ignore the glances of appreciation from their neighbors. When she was done, she tossed the bottle back into the tote and crossed her arms over her chest with an indignant scowl. "Okay… now can we get this over with?" Still, annoyed though she might be, deep down she knew the ninja girl was only trying to help.
Ever since they'd first met, Mai was aware of how insecure Yuri felt around her, largely because puberty had gifted the older woman with one of the most impressive busts her friend had ever seen, while Yuri was considerably smaller. So Mai had taken it upon herself to try and build her friend's confidence every chance she could get. But still, Yuri kept thinking that it was easy for Mai to be confident when she seemed to make being beautiful look as effortless as existing.
Once again, her friend couldn't help but giggle. "Oh, please. We are gonna be taking our time, girl. At least a mile each way. The world is going to see that Yuri Sakazaki has got some EPIC junk in her trunk, and she's proud of it!" She said the second half of that a little too loud, which sent the blood rushing to Yuri's face. "Now, come on. After you!"
"Do I have to go first?"
"Yup. I've gotta be able to see your walk, make sure you're doing it right."
Yuri took a deep breath and started to walk past her, and a short time later they were standing on the wetter sand down by the edge of the surf, the small waves lapping at their feet while they walked. Yuri was out in front with Mai not far behind her.
"And anyway," her companion said. "The fact that it gives me a nice view of your hot ass is just an added bonus." She gave Yuri a playful pat on her bare butt, little more than a very mild slap of the fingers akin to horseplay in a locker room, but the karate babe still leapt about three feet in the air when the hand made contact.
"Mai!" She growled in annoyance, turning her head slightly to glare daggers over her shoulder.
Mai laughed and raised her hands in mock defense. "Sorry, Yuri. Promise not to do that again!"
So they resumed walking, Mai taking just a moment to admire how the other girl's perfectly sculpted buttocks rose and fell with each step, lightly tanned and glistening slightly in the Florida sun. Though she was living her own private fairy tale being married to the man of her dreams, there was a small part of Mai that had always been a little bi-curious. Most of it centered around Yuri, but since she loved the Kyokugen princess like a sister, it was a curiosity she'd never act upon. She was content to admire quietly from a distance, and also to help Yuri get to a place where she no longer felt like she was trapped in Mai's shadow as far as beauty was concerned.
And today's lesson was about to start in earnest. Mai fell into step alongside, but still just a little behind her friend. "Okay, Yuri," she said, speaking more seriously now. "Close your eyes for a second." She could sense some hesitation, so she reached over and put a hand on Yuri's shoulder. "It's okay, girl. I'll make sure you don't bump into anything. Now, come on."
So Yuri did as asked, and let Mai see for her, all while continuing to listen to the kunoichi's voice. "Now just keep breathing in and out, girl. In. Hold it. Then out. In. Hold it. Out. Good. Now picture yourself on a pedestal. Like a statue of one of the Greek goddesses. Maybe it's Demeter, or maybe it's Hera. Or it could be the goddess of love and passion herself, Aphrodite. Yeah, let's go with that. There's a placard at the bottom of that pedestal that says 'sexiest girl in the world.' Believe that. Be it. Embrace it. Each time you breathe in say to yourself, 'I am the sexiest girl on this beach.' Each time you breathe out, you're not just pushing air out of your lungs. You're also exhaling any nagging doubts or fears. Because you should never have any doubt. Forget me, forget my boobs, and forget everyone else on the beach. You are the sexiest girl here. So walk like it, because it's the truth."
Yuri continued breathing, attempting the mantra she'd been given. She was surprised at how calming Mai's voice was, probably the most calming she'd ever heard it. It made her think that the Shiranui heiress could make a career out of motivational speaking. After another minute, Mai told her to open her eyes.
Yuri did so, and thankfully did not have to adjust to the bright sun, since she was still wearing shades. But she tried to bear in mind what she'd been told. Mai removed her hand from her friend's shoulder and fell back by a few steps, to better gauge her progress.
"Longer strides, Yuri," she said. "Your legs are built for it. Plus, it makes your butt move more, which is always a nice confidence boost."
If anything, those words made Yuri's steps tighten up a bit. "But… Mai, people are gonna stare if I do that."
"People are already staring. Now come on, just keep breathing and repeating what I said."
The karate babe turned her head slightly, saw that those sitting closer to the waterline were indeed watching the two girls with interest, heads turning to follow them as they walked past. She took in another breath, and then released it, expelling some of her doubt with it. People are gonna stare, no matter what. And I guess it's like Mai says. If that's all they do, then that's okay. And maybe it's… because I'm worth staring at.
So she altered her steps, taking bigger strides with her long legs. Mai took a moment to fan herself and admire the movements of Yuri's thick, toned flesh below her waist, before offering more encouragement. "That's it, Yuri. Now turn your head up. Move your hips a little more, really shake those goods. Now, suck in your chest."
Yuri had been doing well, then being reminded of her smaller bosom made her falter for a moment. But her friend was right beside her and knew just what to say. "Doesn't matter how big or small they are, Yuri, sucking in your chest when you walk is a pose that exudes confidence. It says: there goes a sexy babe who believes in herself. Just keep moving those hips!"
They continued on, the surf lapping at their feet, the people they passed staring at them. It was not just men, but even some women were watching them go by, their gazes lingering on those tanned, toned and flossed butts. Yuri was even starting to pick up snippets of conversation, even though they tried to talk in hushed tones.
"Damn, those babes have got it going on."
"They know exactly what they're doing, too. The way they're walking… So hot."
"Man, I'd love to spend some time with them."
"Forget it. The one with the tits is wearing a ring."
"So? Her friend's not."
"Yeah, but I'd rather have the one with the full package."
"Meh, you can have her. That brunette cutie is smoking. Check out those legs, and that sweet bubble booty… I'd kill to rub some lotion on her."
At hearing that, Yuri couldn't help but blush a little. Yes, she was spoken for, but still… it was flattering that someone else preferred her to Mai. Bolstered by this, she upped her game with her walk, taking longer strides and also swaying more with her hips.
"That's it, girl!" Mai continued to speak encouragement from her side. "Walk like you own this beach. You are a sexual goddess, and these lowly mortals should consider themselves lucky to be graced by your presence. They should be on their knees, thanking you for the privilege of being able to gaze at your divine body."
Yuri grinned a little, in spite of herself, the red on her cheeks deepening. "Come on, Mai. That's a little too much."
"No, it's not. I just tell it like it is, girlfriend. Just keep reciting your mantra. Know who you are. Embrace it."
Yuri focused again on her breathing, to try and keep from blushing. She kept hearing whistles from the people they passed, as well as a hefty number of compliments directed not just at Mai, but also at her. Breathe in, I'm the sexiest girl on the beach, breathe out. She continued to think that over and over. And the farther they walked, the more comments she overheard, and the more her self-esteem was raised. Some of them were too lewd for her (such as a guy saying that he'd cut off his right arm for a chance to hot dog her), but overall, most of them were PG-13, and so Yuri began to move her arms more now along with her legs, strutting like a model on a runway.
Mai was quick to notice this, taking a moment to admire how the movement of Yuri's limbs was making her shapely butt cheeks bounce a little with each step. "Damn, Yuri," she said with a giggle. "You're starting to turn me on. That's not supposed to happen."
"Stop it, Mai," Yuri said, her cheeks once more tinged with red, though she couldn't help but laugh.
"You're the one who needs to stop it, girlfriend. You are learning your lessons a little too well. I think I'm starting to get jealous."
Yuri laughed again, though she was getting a little high from both the appreciative stares and whistles of passers-by, and her friend's praise. She imagined that this is what inspired her next move. "Hey, Mai… I think I want to stop for a stretch."
Mai snapped her fan shut and tucked it back into her bikini's side-tie. "I like your thinking, Yuri. Mind if I join you?"
"Not at all." So they stopped, and turned to face the water. Though their backs were to a majority of the beach-goers, they imagined most of the eyes were on them. And so while they looked out over the sparkling ocean, they arched their backs and raised their arms above their heads, giving their well-toned muscles a good stretch. Those behind them got a nice view of their long legs and plump buttocks, the thin strings comprising the backs of their bikinis difficult to see in the sunlight, making them appear almost nude. Those who were frolicking in the water were treated to an equally pleasant view, getting an excellent look at their thick thighs and hips, the toned ridges of their ab muscles, and their scantily-clad chests, showing an equal amount of appreciation for both Mai's ample, barely-contained bust and her friend's smaller, but equally perky bosom.
"Damn, ladies!" One guy on a raft shouted. "Those suits are becoming on you, and if I were on you, I'd be coming, too."
"Yeah," Yuri called back to him, bending now to touch her toes, keeping her legs straight. "Probably before you even got it in."
Those around the man who heard her comment exploded into laughter, while Mai looked at her friend from behind her sunglasses, vibrant brown eyes shining with sisterly pride. "Nicely handled, Yuri," she said after Yuri righted herself once more. The two then exchanged a high five and continued on, ignoring the many nosebleeds they'd just caused to those watching their show.
"Hey, babe!" Another guy that they passed called out to them. "Feel like getting lucky?"
Before Mai could say anything, Yuri retorted: "Gee, I don't know. I'll have to ask my boyfriend and get back to you. Let's say… never!"
"I was talking to your friend!" He huffed back.
"Your loss," Yuri said with a shrug, and the two walked on.
After they'd put some distance between themselves and that guy, Mai laughed and started fanning herself once again. "That's the spirit, girl! Remember our team's motto: kick butts and break hearts!"
"I'm pretty sure that isn't our motto, Mai."
"Yeah, well, if we did have one, that should be it."
"I like it!"
As they continued on, things started to get a little more casual. They kept up their walking the way Mai had instructed, earning many stares from those they passed, but they also started to make small talk with each other, chatting about everything from rom coms, to their men, to their respective fighting schools. Yuri was surprised to find she no longer needed to repeat the mantra. It was now as natural as breathing, and while she talked with Mai, she soon realized this was their first beach trip that she was not intimidated by her friend's curves.
Usually when they walked on the beach she paid far too much attention to Mai's breasts bouncing underneath her bikini top with each step. Now, she barely even noticed it, focusing instead on the equal amount of attention her own body was getting. She felt like she was standing out of Mai's shadow, which she'd always felt trapped under in the past.
Guess I'm on my pedestal, she thought to herself, adjusting the floss on her backside while she walked. Not the way I ever thought it would happen, but… this swimsuit is kind of cute. Uncomfortable at times, but cute.
High on her newfound sense of self-esteem, Yuri soon felt compelled to try something else she normally wouldn't. "Hey, Mai, is that a sand dollar?" She asked, pointing down to the dense row of shells littering the wet sand close to the surf.
"Looks like it," Mai said. "And it's pretty intact, too."
"Think I'll take it, then," said Yuri, and bent at the waist, reaching down for the shell, her butt thrusting upwards, providing a better view for the horny onlookers. Mai said nothing, but once again she couldn't help but gaze at her friend with pride in her eyes.
Yuri took her time picking it up, and shifted from one foot to the other, shaking the glorious swell of her thong-clad rump at the rest of the beach. She smiled as she worked, imagining the looks on their faces. And then right as she finally closed her hand around it… she felt a hard, stinging smack right on the center of her butt, this one the complete opposite of Mai's playful pat from earlier.
The karate girl righted herself and turned to face her friend, her sunglasses hiding the outrage in her large brown eyes. "Come on, Mai!" She snapped.
The other woman looked equally peeved. "That wasn't me," she said, and pointed with her fan towards a small group of young men standing behind Yuri. They were dressed like your typical slacker or beach bum: cargo shorts, brightly colored button down shirts with the buttons left open, stubble a few days old on their sun-baked faces. The rest were exchanging high fives with a kid who looked to be the "ringleader," with long unruly blond hair and a boogie board clipped to his ankle.
"What the hell, guys?" Yuri snapped at them, cheeks burning red. "That wasn't cool!"
"You're right, babe," the ringleader said with one of those obnoxious surfer twangs to his voice. "That was hot! You're hot!"
Yuri huffed at him, angry breaths flaring in her nostrils, but otherwise seemed to be having trouble coming up with a retort. Mai stood alongside her, fanning herself indignantly but also with worry lines on her brow, afraid that everything they'd accomplished so far on this confidence building exercise was about to be undone. When several tense moments had gone by and Yuri still wasn't saying anything, the outraged ninja girl finally spoke. "That doesn't really matter, does it? You still have to keep your hands to yourself!"
"Um, why?" The creep said, still laughing that ugly laugh. "Look at what you two are wearing. You saw how she was bending, sticking out that ass at us. She totally wanted it!" The rest of his group nodded in agreement.
Mai flapped her fan even harder now. "We were just having fun together, and if we happened to want to show off our goods, that's not an invitation to touch! No girl is ever asking for it! It doesn't matter what they're wearing!"
The creep shrugged. "Hey, agree to disagree."
Now Mai looked ready to start incinerating someone. She raised her fan and started forward, but Yuri raised a hand before she'd taken more than two steps. "I'll handle this, Mai," she said. She then turned to long-haired beach bum, and flashed a sly smile, sliding her sunglasses down her nose. "So… you like my butt?"
He laughed some more, smacked his forehead. "What do you think? Hell, yes, I like it."
Yuri shifted a little on her feet, then, sticking out one of her hips to rest her hand on its curve. "Well, how'd you like to get a… closer look?"
Mai, ever the expert at reading people, picked up on the nuances in how those words were spoken, and said nothing, just continued to fan herself while looking indignant. The beach bum gave a small squeal of delight, while his posse exchanged more high fives. "Um… like, really?"
"Why, sure," Yuri told him. "I like it when a man is direct. Just get down on your knees and close your eyes."
Though she knew what was coming, Mai helped to keep up appearances by gasping and looking appalled. "Yuri, you can't be serious!"
"Oh, I am," the karate girl said, in tune with her bestie and playing off of her. "He wants to see it that badly, I'm gonna let him. Now, then, dude, like I said. Get down on your knees and close your eyes. I'm gonna count to three, and when I say three, open them."
"You got it, babe!" He said, complying in record time. When he was positioned as Yuri requested, she began to count. "One…"
His friends all rubbed their hands together, eager for what was about to happen…
"Two…"
Their leader was still on his knees with eyes shut tight, also eager, barely able to stand still…
...And he never even knew what hit him. After the second count, Yuri Sakazaki spun on her heel and lunged in her Butt Press attack, her backside slamming into his face. The beach bum's friends had to scatter to avoid being hit by his body flying backwards and sprawling onto the sand. He was clearly down for the count, eyes rolled back in his head and blood leaking from his nose, which was already starting to swell.
Having finished the move, Yuri turned to face them and took a moment to adjust her bikini bottoms, after which she finished the count. "Three!" Those still conscious had been gawking at their fallen leader, but turned to face the Kyokugen heiress when she spoke the final digit. Yuri once more slid her sunglasses down her nose, to burn them with a glare from her vibrant brown eyes. "Anyone else want a better look?"
The rest of the men backed up at hearing that, their hands raised in surrender. Yuri assumed a fighting stance to intimidate them further, which caused them to scatter in all directions, leaving their leader to his fate. The Kyokugen babe watched them run and gave a nod of satisfaction. "That's what I thought," she called after them. "I mean, me and my friend are… like, sex goddesses. And you punks should… be lucky that… we're even… walking here… so you can look at us! You should be… thanking us, and, like… kissing our feet! Or something." She growled in disgust at the retreating lechers.
For a moment, those still standing around who had witnessed the altercation were silent. Then one of them began a slow clap, which was soon echoed by some others who had gathered, both men and women, and soon, everyone around the two fighters was applauding Yuri.
She blushed, but then managed to stammer. "Yeah, that… that's right. I'm… proud of my butt. So, um, thank you." She nodded to her supporters and then started back the way they'd come.
Mai smiled and took a bow at those who were clapping. "Taught her everything she knows," the kunoichi said with a giggle, and then followed Yuri.
For a time, they walked in the shallow surf, with no words exchanged. Then, Mai placed a hand on Yuri's shoulder. "Yuri…" she started, making her friend turn to face her, at which point Mai wrapped her arms around Yuri in a hug, while squealing: "That… was… AMAZING! I knew you had it in you, girl! I just knew it!"
The karate girl laughed nervously, and hugged her back. "I… I can't believe I just did that."
"I can," said Mai. "I've always believed in you."
Though they were hesitant to end this tender friendship moment, they were aware that other people on the beach seeing two scantily-clad women hugging might get the wrong idea. So they quickly separated, at which point Yuri took a moment to adjust her shoulder strings.
"Wow," she said. "I think… I need a few minutes to cool down. My heart's still beating so fast."
Mai flicked her brown-eyed gaze out over the water. "Well, wanna take a dip?"
"That sounds great!"
So the two of them dashed out towards the surf, doing belly flops into the cool, refreshing water as soon as it was waist-deep. After their swim, they made their way back to their base camp, and Yuri spotted a soda machine nearby, from which she bought two cans of Dr. Pepper. She walked to and from their spot with the same confident strides Mai had taught her, earning several stares from other beach-goers. She knew they were looking, but since all they did was nod appreciatively, she took it in stride.
For the next half hour, the two fighting babes lounged on their towels, letting the sun dry their bodies while they drank their sodas and made girl talk. Mai couldn't help but notice that Yuri was laying on her stomach, leaving her thong-clad bottom on display for anyone who happened to walk by. She smiled at that, but said nothing. Honestly, if Yuri wanted her sarong back at that point, Mai felt she'd earned it, so all she had to do was ask. But Yuri seemed relaxed, totally comfortable with leaving the goods out there, laughing and joking with her friend just as casually as she'd be if she were wearing pants.
Finally, after a time had passed, the kunoichi told her: "I'm really proud of you, Yuri. You took some big steps today. I feel like you've really come into your own." She offered what was left of her soda in a toast.
Yuri blushed a little. "Well, I mean, I really just wanted to… finish my end of the bet." But she still bumped her can against Mai's.
Mai giggled at her. "Well, you have done that and then some. If you don't want to stick around any longer, we don't have to. Or I can give you your sarong back."
"Actually, I… feel a lot more comfortable. But… I am hungry, and we didn't bring any sandwiches."
Mai rose to her feet and stretched, earning a few stares from those around them. "Well, let's pack it up, then, and go grab something to eat. How about Red Lobster? My treat."
Yuri smiled and got up as well, also stretching, and getting several stares of her own. "That sounds great, Mai! Thanks!"
She smiled, and patted her friend on the shoulder. "It's my pleasure, Yuri. You earned it!"
Yuri turned and bent down to reach for her flip-flops, once again not caring that she was displaying the letter M for anyone who might be looking. "And then once we've fortified our stomachs with cheddar bay biscuits and buttery seafood, let's go grab a drink so we can bother King at work."
Mai giggled and fanned herself. "Perfect end to a perfect day!"
"Well, no. That'll happen later… after dark, when we're alone with our men."
"That's the spirit, honey!" Mai laughed, glad to see Yuri continuing to embrace her own sexiness.
So the two women quickly packed their things and then made their way back to Takuma's car, which Yuri had managed to borrow for the day. They put their gear in the trunk, after which they opened the back doors and changed into tank tops and denim short shorts, slipping them on over their bikinis.
After Mai had finished dressing, she was surprised to find herself being pulled into a warm hug by the karate girl. She was confused, but thought it best to go with the flow, and so she put her own arms around Yuri, hugging her back.
"Thank you, Mai," Yuri said after a few moments. "Thank you for being such a good friend, and for always believing in me."
"I'm happy to do it, Yuri!" Mai said, nuzzling the other girl's cheek with her own. "And I'm so proud of what you achieved today. I saw a confident, beautiful woman embrace her sexy side, and stand tall on her own two feet. Never be afraid to unleash the goddess inside you, and no matter what, always walk like you're the sexiest girl alive."
She giggled nervously. "I'll try."
"That's all I ask." She gave Yuri a friendly kiss on her forehead before breaking the hug, then opened the car's passenger door. "Now, come on. Let's eat!"
"Sounds good to me." Yuri walked around to the other side, got into the driver's seat, and started the engine. "Those biscuits are calling my name!"
As they drove off the beach towards the access road, Mai knew there was a strong chance that Yuri would likely fill up on biscuits before they had even ordered their entrees. But it was one of her many amusing quirks, that made Mai feel lucky the two were best friends.
Much later, after dark…
Yuri Sakazaki entered her room after taking a long shower (during which she'd taken extra time to wash the salt out of her hair), a smile creeping across her lips when she glanced out the window that overlooked the guest cottage on her family's property. Mai was staying there with her husband during their visit, and Yuri knew that right now, Andy was probably getting lucky. By the time the two women had left King's bar, Mai was a little drunk, and had been very vocal about the different ways she was going to thank her husband for letting her spend a whole day away from him with her sisters from other misters.
Yuri was planning something similar for her own man, but she knew her father had just gone to bed, so she'd need to wait a little longer, until she was satisfied he was asleep. In the meantime, she pulled down the curtain on the window, then dropped the towels she was wrapped in and moved to her bed.
She sat down on the edge of her mattress and started her usual nightly regimen: rubbing her limbs with moisturizer, drying her long freshly-washed hair and pulling it into a ponytail to keep it out of her face while she slept (she would re-braid it in the morning), after which she donned her usual sleepwear of a tank top and her favorite fuzzy pajama pants, then started to unpack her beach tote.
One of the last items in the bag was the bikini she'd worn that day, and Yuri picked it up and started to put it in her closet. She got halfway there when she paused to look down at the garment in her hands. It appeared smaller now than when it had actually been on her body, just a few flimsy bits of string and scant cloth. And yet… she'd actually worn it. Had gone out in public and bared more than she'd ever dared in her life.
And it actually felt good, she thought to herself. True, there had been some riffraff, but Yuri had handled it. She was a Sakazaki, she knew how to take care of herself. Maybe there had been a time when she needed Ryo, but that was years ago now. She was no longer that weak little teenager tied to a chair, spaced out on ketamine. She was strong, had learned to be a self-reliant woman, not needing to count on her pig-headed father or brother.
So Yuri moved away from the closet and opened the top drawer of her dresser. One side contained socks and underwear, the other housed the swimsuits that Yuri kept in regular rotation for her beach trips. They used to be one-pieces, but thanks to Mai's constant support, those had all been given to Goodwill, and replaced with bikinis. Though none as revealing as the one she held in her hands. Yuri smiled and placed the racy swimsuit on top of the stack.
"I'll be using you again," she said out loud. Then she shut her drawer, and turned back to her bed. Then paused when she got halfway there, a sly smile spreading over her full lips. "Maybe sooner than I think." She stripped off her pajamas, went back to her dresser, and donned her butt-floss bikini. Then she procured a wrapped condom from their hiding place in her nightstand (which her family didn't know about), stuck it into one of the side-ties on her bottoms, after which she put on her bathrobe, and exited her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
"Dad's should be asleep by now," she whispered to herself. "Which means Robbie will have moved to his room for the night. He might be asleep too, but I don't think he'll mind if I wake him." So she started down the hall towards her boyfriend's bedroom, her long fit gams taking big, confident strides, while she swayed her hips the way that Mai had taught her, her smile growing wider in anticipation of the look on Robert Garcia's face when he saw what was under her robe, and the happy ending she'd soon be both giving and receiving.
Fin
ADDITIONAL NOTES
So, shout out to my friend and fellow KoF fic author, Illyrilex. In her verse, Red Lobster is Yuri's favorite restaurant. That inspired her and Mai's choice for lunch.
As far as what exactly Mai and Yuri's bet was… I'm leaving that to the imagination. Where it will probably be better than anything I can come up with. For this story, all that matters is they made a bet on something, Yuri lost, and so they had a beach day. I'll leave it at that.
Mai telling those fighting fans they don't know the half of it is a reference to my fic "Between Friends," which takes place before the fic you just read, and if you've read it, you know that Mai is referring to the fact that she's seen Yuri naked after a locker room mishap. ( ;
To "hot dog" someone – another expression for "butt job." Google that if you don't know what it is.
One of my Head-canons is when Mr. Big's men kidnapped Yuri, he ordered them to drug her so that she wouldn't be able to recognize any of their faces. So that's the only reason they gave her ketamine. Nothing else happened. I just wanted to make that clear, since I know ketamine is also a popular "date rape drug."
And that's all for now. Hope you enjoyed, and please feel free to review, if thou feel so inclined. Until next time, stay thirsty!