Steam floated all around Misato, soothing her tempers and tired lungs. The pressure of NERV headquarters seemed so far from this place and yet so close. A few hours ago, she had been shouting her lungs out, ordering Shinji to stand up, to fight.
And now, as she sank deeper into the bath water, as she eagerly sought to release the tensions of the day, she knew it was time to face the facts.
A release would not come, not in this lifetime.
“Damn it, Shinji,” said Misato, her naked breasts rising above the water’s surface. “Why can’t you get it together, kid?”
She reached to the side, a moment of indecision washing over her as her fingers drifted between bottles of hair product and a can of beer. The chaos being inside her wanted that beer. Christ, she wanted it bad, but she still had a job to do.
“Business before pleasure,” she grumbled, grabbing the shampoo and getting to work. “Way of the world.”
Leaning back in the tub, her smooth skin shimmering beneath fluorescence, Misato soaked her hair. She ran her fingers through dark, violet strands, lathering shampoo, rinsing conditioner. Lather, rinse, repeat. Everything must be done with operational efficiency. One wrong decision, one miscalculation, and kiss your pilots goodbye. Scratch that—kiss the world goodbye.
Misato flung the last bottle aside, plastic clattering against tile. She snatched the beer and snapped the tab.
And as she guzzled a pint in search of salvation, she felt the tears running down her face. She felt her hand slipping into the water, as if it no longer belonged to her, and she felt long fingers slide between her folds.
Misato trembled, halfway finished with this liquid gold, halfway to the false paradise that her body naturally craved.
What are you doing? What kind of leader are you shaping up to be? Get it together, soldier! What a disgrace!
The thoughts were beating down the door to her mind, and she tried to ignore them. She tried to focus on the pleasure, swallowing all she could, filling the emptiness between her legs with two, no, three fingers.
But now the can was empty. Misato gasped for air, those last few drops sliding away from her mouth, mingling with the tears.
She hurled the can against the wall, an angry tsunami splashing over the side of the tub as her body rose up. So what if Shinji heard her? If only he would get in that damn robot and listen to her orders, then maybe he wouldn’t have to listen to her now!
Misato shivered in the half filled tub, the water barely covering her hips now. She held up her hands and stared at them.
Empty.
No, she couldn’t feel empty. Not now. Gotta get the job done. Come on, Katsuragi! Do it now!
She could see her womanhood clearly now, inches beneath the surface, soft, violet hair swaying with the waves. And without the need for another thought, she reached down, rubbing herself with such intensity, filling herself with such desire.
Misato’s moan echoed in the washroom. She wondered how it would sound to someone else. From her point of view, it almost sounded sad.
“Stop it. Stop your crying.” With the stroke of her wrist, she wiped one eye, then the other, and then she slid her fingers into her mouth, licking them, imagining something better in their place.
As above, so below. Peak efficiency.
For a time, there was nothing but the noise, a gentle splash as her body swayed, a soft hum as the lights burned above. It was almost unreal—the pain, the pleasure—as if it were happening to someone else.
But Misato knew. She knew where the road would lead her.
Without warning, her thighs quivered like an angel’s wings, and this young, damaged woman was wrenched back into her own body, almost cruelly.
A flash of memory struck in that pure moment of bliss. Another hand reached for hers. A beautiful man smiled as he held her close, their cadet uniforms pressed together and their bodies fitting into place like it was always meant to be.
She gasped for air, grabbing hold of her sweet folds with both hands as she cried out. “Ryoji!”
She opened her eyes. All was quiet now, save for her erratic breathing.
The world had fallen back into place, and Misato Katsuragi knew it was time to face the facts. A release—a true release of her fears, her loss, her sadness and her loneliness—it would never come.
Oh yeah, there was no denying it now. She wanted him bad. Saleta gave this wild hunk her own invitation, a little smile and a wink. It was all the encouragement Sonik needed...
Original illustration for fan fiction story Saleta, Princess of the Galaxy!
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Daisy twisted hard on the cap, cracking open a bottle of Sarasaland Spritzer with a pop and a sizzle. She chugged the sparkling water down, refusing to call timeout. After all, it was important to stay hydrated, especially after crushing the competition in a cup battle.
Sweet mushrooms, she felt electric! As she charged into the locker room, kicking off her cleats and punching the metal doors, the sassy princess still felt like she could pull off a hyper strike. The flashing lights, the neon colors—it was all so fresh, so alive in her mind. Even now, she could feel the excitement of that final downfield sprint as surely as she felt water dripping down her skin. What a rush!
“Woo! Good game, girls!” she shouted, but only the echoes answered back. As she collapsed on a bench, soaking up the glory of her victory and sweat, Daisy looked about. Empty. Not a teammate in sight.
Figures, she thought. I guess I got a little caught up in the celebrations. Ah, but who cares? That match was one for the books!
Flippant as ever, Daisy took hold of her jersey and yanked it off. Frizzled brown curls tumbled over her bare shoulders as she swung the shirt around, proudly waving her orange flag. Her royal attendants would be aghast to see their beloved princess now—toned legs spread wide and those sexy, sexy hips swaying to and fro on a wooden bench. How scandalous...
But did she give a flying hoot? Uh-uh, no way! Right now, she was just Daisy—sassy, brassy Daisy, athlete extraordinaire—and she wouldn’t have it any other way. In fact, she felt so bold that she was going to make up her very own fight song and sing it loud!
Go, fighting comets!
We’ll always take ’em down!
You may think we’re princesses,
Helpless in our gowns.
But guess again! These damsels
Have a trick shot up their sleeve,
And they’ll kick you off the field
With powers you won’t believe!
One, there’s Rosalina —
She’s a star for sure!
Two shouts for the mayor,
Whose singing is so pure!
Three seconds left for Daisy —
She'd better take her shot
For the heart of Princess Peach,
Who really makes her hot!
Daisy paused, then giggled. Her cheeks were red hot. “Geez, where’d that come from? But it’s true, I guess,” she whispered. “That Peach really makes my fireflower burn...”
A pipe rattled. Water splashed against the tiles.
Daisy yelped, grabbing hold of her jersey and covering her chest. The sound of water carried on, buzzing like television static through the halls. Someone was in the showers! Did they know she was here? Oh goombas, did they hear her singing that ridiculous song? She was just making stuff up on the spot!
“Calm down, girl. Get a grip on yourself.” When she had a pretty good calm going, Daisy stood up, treading lightly on checkered tiles in her soft, orange socks. And when she peered around the corner, she took in a sight that set her heart racing all over again...
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The following post is an abridged excerpt (i.e. less spicy than the original). Please visit the AO3 link at the bottom of this post to read the full chapter.
Autumn leaves danced with the breeze, tumbling across the hills before floating down the vast Hylia River. Every now and then, a patch of red or fiery orange would scatter over the inscription that Paya excavated along the shore. It was a minor annoyance, all things considered, far easier to brush aside a few leaves than to unearth this ancient relic with the greatest care.
It was tedious work to be sure, and she enjoyed every minute of it.
“Nicely done, Chief Paya,” said Tauro, broad shoulders leaning close as he surveyed her work. “It’s rare to find these tablets intact, and you’ve handled this one like a true expert.”
“Come now, Mr. Tauro, I still need practice. Trust me, I can also handle a little criticism,” she said, leaning against those firm shoulders and tapping his nose with her brush.
Paya had certainly chosen a fine day to wear her backless tunic. The garment kept her nice and cool as they made their way down the Sahasra Slope this morning, but now she was warmer than ever, her smooth skin touching his. She looked up at Tauro, narrowing her eyes. “Or are you trying to flatter me in the hopes that I’ll handle something a bit more... intimate?”
His blushing cheeks gave him away. After all, there were no more secrets between them. They had experienced so much in the past few months, and the world had changed so drastically. The ring of stone still loomed over her village, and now she could see Hyrule Castle floating in the distance, hovering above a pit of gloom. These sights served as a reminder, a reminder that her work was far from over. As chieftain of Kakariko, she must lead her people through these dark times, but as a woman of intelligence and boundless curiosity, Paya knew her destiny would sometimes lead her beyond the village.
And so, after Monster Control completed its task and before the blood moon could rise, she would join her lover on his quest to uncover the ancient history of Hyrule, revealing the secrets that would save her people and their world from ruin.
Tauro took hold of her hand, guiding her down a suggestive path. “Well, I certainly wouldn’t turn you away,” he said, growing hard beneath her palm, “if you felt up to it, that is.”
“Oh, but I do,” she whispered, leaning close.
Tall grass rustled with the breeze. All further conversation was quelled by the need to kiss this man, to feel his soft, black and white beard tickle her chin and his strong, supple lips press against her own.
They would have been lost to much more than the kiss, if someone had not plummeted into the river nearby.
“Blessed sages!” Paya fell into her lover’s arms as cold water rained down upon them. She shivered, quickly glancing up at the scholar, only to see Tauro part his dripping, black hair like a curtain. Paya giggled at the sight, then grew serious as she looked to the river for answers. She couldn’t help but wonder—what in Hyrule had fallen from such a height?
And when a familiar face rose to the surface, golden hair gleaming in the sunlight, she couldn’t help smiling.
“Link!” Paya leapt to her feet, plunging into the river alongside her friend. She threw herself into his embrace, not caring one bit that they were waist deep in freezing water. “It’s been so long! We’ve heard so much about your adventures from Mr. Beadle, but you—did you just fall from the sky!?”
You can now read Chapter 6 and the rest of "Uncovered Secrets" on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47282551/
The following post is an abridged excerpt (i.e. less spicy than the original). Please visit the AO3 link at the bottom of this post to read the full chapter.
Thunder rumbled in the distance. The storms would rage over Hyrule throughout the night, sending common folk and monsters alike running for the nearest shelter, but it would not touch them here.
No, here they were safe, tucked away inside the bosom of the world. Paya let herself relax, listening to the gentle echoes of the cave, running her fingers through the soft, blonde hair of her beloved friend. She held Link close to her breast, his face resting upon the blue silk of her robes. As the chieftain stroked her fingers down his back, she reminded herself to be gentle, carefully avoiding the bruises upon his shoulders. The hero needed a healing touch now, and she would make certain he received it.
After all, they could use a moment of peace. The storms would grow distant, like a bad dream, but the chaos of their chance meeting was still fresh in her memory.
Paya trembled a bit as she recalled the scene in her bedroom, when a disheveled Link had suddenly appeared inside her bed. It was a complete shock to everyone, of course, but she could see it in his eyes. He had such a wild look about him. Obviously, the hero had escaped something monstrous, something deep within the world that would have ended his existence. And while he was certainly grateful to be beyond the reach of this horror, he had never intended to launch himself into Paya’s love life in such a brazen manner.
But when she called out his name in surprise, it set off a chain of events seemingly beyond her control. She felt herself caught up in the arms of Tauro, who pulled her away from this intruder. A flash of green light filled the room as Link pulled himself free from the bed, tumbling off the side and grunting in pain as he struck the wooden floor.
Everything was happening so fast, and poor Paya was caught between feelings both wondrous and terrifying. Her body still shivered in the glorious afterglow. She could not stop shivering as her breasts pushed up against Tauro’s broad chest. All she wanted was to bask in their lovemaking once more as her calves rubbed between his thighs, but there was an urgency to their movement, a fearful urgency as this handsome scholar pulled her aside and rose from the bed to face this uninvited guest.
“What are you doing here?” demanded Tauro, now towering above the fallen hero. Even as he stood over Link, completely in the nude, the leader of her survey team cast an awfully intimidating shadow.
Paya found herself breathless at such a sight, although it was hardly surprising. While she adored the gentler aspects of this man, Tauro was certainly no stranger to the wilderness. Surely he had been forced to stand his ground against beasts and bandits in the course of his fieldwork. It was only natural that such an instinct would take over, forcing him to confront this vagabond who had stolen into his lover’s bedchambers.
Paya held the sheet to her chest, her timid nature getting the better of her once more. No matter how much she wanted to stop him, no matter how much she wanted to cry out, she could only feel herself losing control once more. It was slipping through her fingers like it always did, like everything else in her life. The village, the Zonai ruins, her love life—all of it would be lost, shattered by these dark days, all because she could not be strong when it truly mattered!
And just when all hope was lost, when she had fallen from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows, Paya caught a glimpse of his eyes. Those sky blue eyes were looking to her, pleading his innocence of this unfortunate encounter, and she knew her dear friend needed her. He needed Paya to be the chieftain that she never dreamed she could be.
“Stop,” she whispered, clearing her throat, but it was not enough. She needed to move. She needed to stand up, for once in her life!
Paya threw aside the sheet, a wellspring of determination rising within her until, finally, it burst. “I said stop!”
Before she had fully grasped her intentions, Paya found herself standing between the men, her hands raised in stern command. She was not nearly as imposing in stature as Tauro, nor did she possess the mythic bravery of Link, but there was no mistaking the majesty of this woman. She was a leader, a true leader without the need for shining jewels or fine clothing (or any clothing, for that matter).
If they were not so acquainted with the legends of old, some may have seen the aspect of the goddess herself in the beautiful, confident Paya.
“Now, let’s take a moment and assess the situation, shall we?” she said, placing her hand on Tauro’s chest. It was a pleasant feeling, yes, but Paya maintained her resolve. As her fingers rested between those mighty pectorals, her touch radiated peace. “Clearly, Master Link did not intend to disturb us, my love, or he would not have arrived in such a reckless manner.”
Fortunately, she could feel the indignation leave Tauro, his broad shoulders relaxing at her touch. “I... I suppose not. He does look a bit out of sorts. I just didn't want you to be, well...”
Paya rested both hands on him, standing on her toes and kissing the scholar gently on the cheek. “It’s quite alright. In a way, it was rather dashing of you, protecting my honor with such determination, but please understand, now he needs our care and protection.”
She knelt before the battered hero, not caring a whit for how much he beheld of her. No, Paya was far more concerned with the state of his body. As Link rested upon the floor, his chest rising and falling in a shaky breath, she saw the many bruises running down his arms and legs. She could see the places where bomb flowers and other life threatening magicks had ripped his tunic. Her heart ached for him.
“Oh Master Link,” she whispered, stroking his face with the utmost care, “you walk such a dangerous path for all of us. Maybe... maybe it’s time we did something for you.”
She looked up at Tauro. “Please, could you help me carry him downstairs? I have an idea.”
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The following post is an abridged excerpt (i.e. less spicy than the original). Please visit the AO3 link at the bottom of this post to read the full chapter.
Paya had climbed these timber steps every night for the last twenty years, but the ascent had never before felt so wondrous.
A whirl of visions surrounded her, coupled with the sweet devotion of this man. It nearly overwhelmed her, the way his lips kept her warm like the gentle lantern glow, the way his hands covered her like an evening shadow.
Breathless in his arms, Paya’s eyes flicked downward and rejoiced. The scholar had been so vigorous, so eager to love her, that her shoulders were no longer covered. Even her bosom verged on exposure, the silken trim of her robes slipping further and further down. It gave her such marvelous contact with this man, and soon, the chieftain could feel her chest touching his own.
It was a whole new world of sensations, and she wanted more! Without rhythm nor warning, Paya clutched the loose fabric of his sleeping vest, returning the favor. She drew down on the vest, revealing his broad shoulders in all their glory so that she might kiss the lustrous, umber skin of Tauro. In a moment bereft of reason, this normally shy woman ran her tongue along his neck, tasting his passion and basking in his alluring aroma. Was that the sound of raindrops pattering on the rooftop, or was it simply the response of her exhilarated heart?
It was a journey like no other, being carried through her home by the magnificent Tauro, lavishing one another in tender affection.
As they passed under the thistle hanging from her bedroom door, Paya remembered herself. She remembered what such eager devotion could produce, how giving herself to this man now could change their futures so drastically.
With these notions at heart, Paya leaned close, whispering into her lover’s ear. “I.. I don’t want to leave. Honest and true, it’s the last thing I want, but could you let me down please? There’s something I must attend to, that’s all. I promise—it will only be for a moment.”
“O-of course, Paya. Please, take your time. There’s no other place I’d rather be,” said Tauro, the soothing tones of his voice only adding to her desire.
Of course, she had no reason to worry, for who could deny the tenderness of this man? No, her beloved scholar was a gentle soul, willing to give her the moment she needed, but even still, there was no escaping it. Even as Tauro lowered her to the floor, he quite innocently forgot to lift Paya away from the firm, natural response to her presence.
“Mmph! Tauro, I... I think my robe’s caught on your... Oh, goddess!” Paya cried out, a million and one sensations moving through her, for her robe was not the only part of her trapped in this awkward position.
“Lady Paya! I’m so sorry. I...” Tauro apologized profusely, trying to correct his blunder in a flurry of limbs and clothing, but she could feel the rapid increase of his heartbeat, the sudden surge of heat upon his skin, the yearning twitch upon the small of her back.
Paya clenched her muscles. Oh spirits, how good it would have felt—if only they were not on the verge of collapse! She lifted one leg, then the other, but each time found herself trapped in a wonderful, bewildering place.
He tried to lift her but could find no means of doing so gently. She tried to consider her options, but his presence simply drove her thoughts wild.
It was only a matter of time before gravity would have its say.
“Oh. Oh no! Tauro!” She only had a moment, a moment to call out his name and reach around, grasping the many muscles of his back. Paya felt the world shift, their feet slipping out from beneath them, and the logical part of her mind had suddenly returned to deliver an alarming thesis.
Paya was falling backward, and she would soon be crushed by the man falling toward her.
Before she could call upon the spirits, before she cursed herself for ever thinking she could find balance in love and life, Paya felt the scholar wrap his arms around her. She felt their bodies turn about in midair, switching places at the will of Tauro. There was an impact, an explosion of dust from the floorboards as this man landed in her place.
As the dust and danger subsided, Paya slowly lifted herself up, hands resting carefully upon his chest. Her evening kimono was beyond saving, torn in a dozen places and leaving her practically exposed, but she could not care less for modesty in that moment. No, she only cared for the wellbeing of this man, this sweet, considerate man lying beneath her, whose only response to the impact had been a faint grunt of acceptance.
“Tauro?” She whispered his name, gently stroking the side of his face. “Oh Tauro, are you alright? Please be alright.”
Tauro rolled his shoulders and hummed. “Hmph, well, that could have gone better. At least you’re not hurt, are you, Lady Paya?”
“Me? Of course not, but what about you?”
“Eh, this was nothing compared to working in the field. Just ask Calip. I took quite a tumble in a hidden cave last month while we were surveying the Popla Foothills. Comes with the job, especially if you’re as clumsy as me.”
Paya chuckled. “Oh, believe me, I am. Perhaps more so.”
It was so nice to hear him laugh, so pleasant that she just had to join him. Here they were, two figures of authority whose passion for research had brought them together, lying mostly naked on the floor after a bungled attempt to make love.
Then again, when she felt her smooth legs move along his inner thigh, when she noticed him looking at her bare chest with such longing, Paya reconsidered. Perhaps their night of passion was not wholly extinguished. Not yet.
Continue reading Chapter 4 and upcoming chapters for "Uncovered Secrets" on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47282551/
That’s right! We’re getting ready for another full week celebrating the sublime Sonic/Sally Ship! But this time, it’s going to be an especially special event! Get ready to really part as we prepare…
BOUND FOR FREEDOM: SONIC x SALLY WEEK, YEAR FIVE!
As in the past, this week-long event will run from FRIDAY, AUGUST 11th TO FRIDAY, AUGUST 18th! You can participate either by submitting directly to this blog, or else by tagging your post with any of these tags: #boundforfreedom, #sonally week, and/or #sonsal week (make sure to include at least one of these tags within the first five tags of the post so that they will show up in Tumblr’s Search). If your submission is not reblogged here within 24 hours, please message either this blog directly, or the blog runner, @gojira007
As has become tradition, our usual daily prompts will be unified this time around by a THEME! You’re free to make of that theme what you like; maybe you use it to supplement your piece or link your contributions together, or maybe you use the Theme itself as your inspiration if the daily prompt isn’t really doing it for you, or maybe you just ignore it all together! But whatever you want to do with it, the theme is there to help really bring this year’s event to life.
And this time around, the Theme is extra special, because this year marks the 30th anniversary of the 1993 SatAM “Sonic the Hedgehog” animated series, which in turn makes it Sally’s thirtieth anniversary too! And to commemorate that fact?
THIS YEAR’S THEME IS…“BIRTHDAY”!
As always, All mediums are welcome! Fan art, fanfiction, headcanons, whatever you can think of…as long as it’s about showing some love for Sonic x Sally, it’s welcome here, so long as it follows our rules, which you can read here: https://boundforfreedomsonsal.tumblr.com/aboutrules
In addition to this year’s new prompts listed below, you are also free to use the prompts from previous years as well, which you can find in our Prompts archive here: https://boundforfreedomsonsal.tumblr.com/prompts
If you aren’t able to submit in time for a day’s prompt, don’t worry about it! We’ll continue to accept submissions for all prompts starting from the day the new prompt is introduced onward (and yes, that does include promots from past years).
If you want to begin preparing in advance, our new prompts are listed below the cut.
I look forward to seeing what everybody has to offer, and I’m very eager to share my own SonSal Love too. ^_^
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