Back at Sanae's house, Kousen was eagerly filling in the
form necessary to claim her prize, only to hit a snag. "'Please enter your
credit card number to continue'..." Kousen stared at the screen in
confusion. "What's a 'credit card number'? Hmm... oh! I'll just ask the
magic Moogle!" Opening another tab, Kousen typed in "wat is a criedt
card nimber" - once again, auto-correct spared her blushes - and began to
search.
***
Meanwhile, at Mitsuzawa High School, Amaya had been pinned down behind a
bench by Nagisa and the rest of the White Star Fan Club. As Sanae raced across
the battlefield, her enlarged breasts bouncing conspicuously, she caught sight
of Nagisa's weaponry and stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth falling open.
Nagisa had not bothered with her Hyper Drencher's soda-can-sized water tank. Instead, she had taken a garden water barrel, filled it full of water and strapped it to her back, then attached it to the gun via a piece of rubber tubing. The result was that her gun resembled nothing less than a makeshift flamethrower. Not only did this set-up provide Nagisa with a tremendous amount of ammunition, but it also constituted an amazing feat of strength, considering she was still able to move and fight even with dozens of litres of water strapped to her back. Hitomi, Mio and Hinata stood sheltered behind her, all three still completely dry, Nagisa's superior weaponry having swept all before them.
As Nagisa trained her weapon on Sanae, she sprinted to join Amaya behind cover, barely making it in time. A blast of water hit the bench, splashing over the already soggy woodwork, but the pair were safely out of its reach.
"She's got us pinned down," commented Amaya rather needlessly.
"Thanks for the sitrep, Captain Obvious," retorted Sanae.
"What should we do?" asked Amaya.
Sanae winked at her friend. "Don't worry. I have a secret weapon. Or rather, two secret weapons."
Sanae reached inside her blouse, and the reason for her apparent increase in chest size and bounciness quickly became apparent. As she pulled a small water balloon out of her bra, holding it up for Amaya to see, one side of her chest promptly deflated back to normal proportions.
Amaya was torn between utter bewilderment, and flat-chest-induced relief that those hadn't actually been Sanae's real breasts. "So... you're not wearing panties, and you've had water balloons stuffed up your bra all day?" she remarked. "I don't know what to worry about more: you, or this show's chances of keeping its Teen rating on FictionPress. Especially with all the times we've said "breasts" by now."
"I'd be more concerned about the White Star Fan Club, if I were you," said Sanae with a smirk. "They're about to get totally drenched!"
Sanae hurled the water balloon at the group. As can only be expected of an anime protagonist, it was right on target, exploding right in the middle of the group before they had a chance to dodge. All four fan club members were instantly drenched as the balloon exploded. "Aagh! I got water in my eyes!" wailed Hitomi, scowling. "Hey! Stop laughing!"
"Nobody's laughing, Hitomi," said Mio as she attempted to dry her glasses on her sleeve, a futile effort since her sleeve was just as soaked as her glasses.
"I wasn't talking to you guys, I was talking to the readers!" protested Hitomi. "I know you guys found that funny, but stop laughing! Oh, and Mio, the narrator says it's pointless to try cleaning your glasses with your damp sleeve."
"So it is," said Mio, examining her lenses, which were still streaked with water. "I'll clean them properly once we get inside."
Meanwhile, the battle continued in earnest, and before long Sanae and Amaya were the only two students left. The playground around them was littered with discarded weapons, drenched students and the remnants of burst water balloons. Some students were already traipsing inside to dry themselves off and eat their lunches, others merely sat around feeling sorry for themselves, or lay still for fear of being mistaken for a dry combatant and squirted again. But the battle wasn't over yet.
"You know, Amaya," said Sanae suddenly, with a devious grin on her face, "only one of us can truly win this."
"Of course," said Amaya, returning the grin.
"Let's settle this like in the old American Westerns," Sanae continued. "We stand back-to-back, take ten paces, then draw."
"Sounds good to me," said Amaya.
The two turned and stood with their backs to each other, Sanae clutching her Kasaiki H50 and Amaya her Kasaiki H40. Each had a look of sheer determination on their face. "On the count of three," said Sanae, "start walking. One-"
SPLASH. A water balloon flew from nowhere and both Sanae and Amaya were drenched. Sanae gasped audibly with surprise; Amaya merely looked disappointed, her wet hair falling over her eyes. Sanae wiped her own bangs away from her face, wide-eyed with shock. "But I thought we were the only two students left!" she exclaimed.
"Oh, you were," said a voice coming from the side. "Unfortunately, you forgot about your teacher!"
The pair turned in unison to see the triumphant face of the victor, Chekhov SR-15 held in her hands. "Inaba-sensei!" exclaimed Amaya.
"That's right!" gloated Inaba-sensei. "Victory goes to the teacher!"
***
Inaba-sensei revelled in her victory for the remainder of the school day. Most of the students, of course, felt that having a teacher win the battle violated some unwritten rule, and so the win was generally attributed to Sanae and Amaya. Inaba-sensei, however, knew just how to get her students back on side again.
"If one of you had won the water fight," said Inaba-sensei during that afternoon's homeroom, "I'd been planning to let the winner out of doing homework for the next week. But since I won the water fight instead, I'm cancelling everyone's homework!"
At this point, of course, her sodden class couldn't help but cheer for her, and so both teacher and pupils left the gates at the end of the day feeling elated. Well, most of them. Amaya had managed to towel-dry her hair at the end of the battle, but like most of the students, her clothes were still wet as she trudged back home at the end of the day.
"I still won, for all intents and purposes," she complained to Kage, her water gun still clutched in her hand. "Me and Sanae were the last students standing. Teachers don't count."
"You're just a sore loser, nyaa~" said Kage.
Nagisa had not bothered with her Hyper Drencher's soda-can-sized water tank. Instead, she had taken a garden water barrel, filled it full of water and strapped it to her back, then attached it to the gun via a piece of rubber tubing. The result was that her gun resembled nothing less than a makeshift flamethrower. Not only did this set-up provide Nagisa with a tremendous amount of ammunition, but it also constituted an amazing feat of strength, considering she was still able to move and fight even with dozens of litres of water strapped to her back. Hitomi, Mio and Hinata stood sheltered behind her, all three still completely dry, Nagisa's superior weaponry having swept all before them.
As Nagisa trained her weapon on Sanae, she sprinted to join Amaya behind cover, barely making it in time. A blast of water hit the bench, splashing over the already soggy woodwork, but the pair were safely out of its reach.
"She's got us pinned down," commented Amaya rather needlessly.
"Thanks for the sitrep, Captain Obvious," retorted Sanae.
"What should we do?" asked Amaya.
Sanae winked at her friend. "Don't worry. I have a secret weapon. Or rather, two secret weapons."
Sanae reached inside her blouse, and the reason for her apparent increase in chest size and bounciness quickly became apparent. As she pulled a small water balloon out of her bra, holding it up for Amaya to see, one side of her chest promptly deflated back to normal proportions.
Amaya was torn between utter bewilderment, and flat-chest-induced relief that those hadn't actually been Sanae's real breasts. "So... you're not wearing panties, and you've had water balloons stuffed up your bra all day?" she remarked. "I don't know what to worry about more: you, or this show's chances of keeping its Teen rating on FictionPress. Especially with all the times we've said "breasts" by now."
"I'd be more concerned about the White Star Fan Club, if I were you," said Sanae with a smirk. "They're about to get totally drenched!"
Sanae hurled the water balloon at the group. As can only be expected of an anime protagonist, it was right on target, exploding right in the middle of the group before they had a chance to dodge. All four fan club members were instantly drenched as the balloon exploded. "Aagh! I got water in my eyes!" wailed Hitomi, scowling. "Hey! Stop laughing!"
"Nobody's laughing, Hitomi," said Mio as she attempted to dry her glasses on her sleeve, a futile effort since her sleeve was just as soaked as her glasses.
"I wasn't talking to you guys, I was talking to the readers!" protested Hitomi. "I know you guys found that funny, but stop laughing! Oh, and Mio, the narrator says it's pointless to try cleaning your glasses with your damp sleeve."
"So it is," said Mio, examining her lenses, which were still streaked with water. "I'll clean them properly once we get inside."
Meanwhile, the battle continued in earnest, and before long Sanae and Amaya were the only two students left. The playground around them was littered with discarded weapons, drenched students and the remnants of burst water balloons. Some students were already traipsing inside to dry themselves off and eat their lunches, others merely sat around feeling sorry for themselves, or lay still for fear of being mistaken for a dry combatant and squirted again. But the battle wasn't over yet.
"You know, Amaya," said Sanae suddenly, with a devious grin on her face, "only one of us can truly win this."
"Of course," said Amaya, returning the grin.
"Let's settle this like in the old American Westerns," Sanae continued. "We stand back-to-back, take ten paces, then draw."
"Sounds good to me," said Amaya.
The two turned and stood with their backs to each other, Sanae clutching her Kasaiki H50 and Amaya her Kasaiki H40. Each had a look of sheer determination on their face. "On the count of three," said Sanae, "start walking. One-"
SPLASH. A water balloon flew from nowhere and both Sanae and Amaya were drenched. Sanae gasped audibly with surprise; Amaya merely looked disappointed, her wet hair falling over her eyes. Sanae wiped her own bangs away from her face, wide-eyed with shock. "But I thought we were the only two students left!" she exclaimed.
"Oh, you were," said a voice coming from the side. "Unfortunately, you forgot about your teacher!"
The pair turned in unison to see the triumphant face of the victor, Chekhov SR-15 held in her hands. "Inaba-sensei!" exclaimed Amaya.
"That's right!" gloated Inaba-sensei. "Victory goes to the teacher!"
***
Inaba-sensei revelled in her victory for the remainder of the school day. Most of the students, of course, felt that having a teacher win the battle violated some unwritten rule, and so the win was generally attributed to Sanae and Amaya. Inaba-sensei, however, knew just how to get her students back on side again.
"If one of you had won the water fight," said Inaba-sensei during that afternoon's homeroom, "I'd been planning to let the winner out of doing homework for the next week. But since I won the water fight instead, I'm cancelling everyone's homework!"
At this point, of course, her sodden class couldn't help but cheer for her, and so both teacher and pupils left the gates at the end of the day feeling elated. Well, most of them. Amaya had managed to towel-dry her hair at the end of the battle, but like most of the students, her clothes were still wet as she trudged back home at the end of the day.
"I still won, for all intents and purposes," she complained to Kage, her water gun still clutched in her hand. "Me and Sanae were the last students standing. Teachers don't count."
"You're just a sore loser, nyaa~" said Kage.
Meanwhile, Sanae was also trudging home. With all five White Star Fan
Club members still rather bitter about having lost, not to mention rather
sodden, they had agreed to cancel that day's meeting and go straight home
instead. "My twintails take forever to dry!" Hitomi had said.
About halfway to her house, Sanae's attention was suddenly grabbed by a chorus of screams coming from her right, near the downtown area. Looking round, Sanae could see a vague black shape looming in the distance. "Oh, come on, today of all days?" wailed Sanae. "I already got soaked, and now I have to defeat a monster?" She sighed. "I guess it can't be helped… Kousen might not be here to nag me into doing it, but I know I still have to. Besides, at least I'll get to change out of these wet clothes. Sorry, readers."
About halfway to her house, Sanae's attention was suddenly grabbed by a chorus of screams coming from her right, near the downtown area. Looking round, Sanae could see a vague black shape looming in the distance. "Oh, come on, today of all days?" wailed Sanae. "I already got soaked, and now I have to defeat a monster?" She sighed. "I guess it can't be helped… Kousen might not be here to nag me into doing it, but I know I still have to. Besides, at least I'll get to change out of these wet clothes. Sorry, readers."
Sanae winked at nobody
in particular, then swung her bag off her shoulder, placing it on the ground in
front of her. Crouching down, she retrieved the White Star Emblem from the
pocket in the front and raised it high into the air. "White Star:
Transformation!"
Once more, Sanae was engulfed in a blinding white light. Her school uniform morphed into a beautiful white knee-length dress with violet lace trim. White thigh-high socks and high-heeled shoes gently enveloped her feet and legs, the straps of the shoes winding their way delicately up her shins. White gloves manifested themselves on her hands, and as the Emblem transformed into the White Star Wand, she clutched it tightly in her right hand. Finally, her hair curled itself into two neat ringlets either side of her head, and her transformation into White Star was complete.
Once more, Sanae was engulfed in a blinding white light. Her school uniform morphed into a beautiful white knee-length dress with violet lace trim. White thigh-high socks and high-heeled shoes gently enveloped her feet and legs, the straps of the shoes winding their way delicately up her shins. White gloves manifested themselves on her hands, and as the Emblem transformed into the White Star Wand, she clutched it tightly in her right hand. Finally, her hair curled itself into two neat ringlets either side of her head, and her transformation into White Star was complete.
Sanae soared blissfully up into the air, performing a backflip.
"Ah, it's so good to be out of those wet clothes... and wearing panties again."
she added sheepishly. "Otherwise it would be really kind of awkward right now. Alright, time to go do my
duty!" Sanae immediately
flew off towards the strange black shape in the downtown area.
"Haha, she said, 'do my doody'," chuckled an onlooker for no
apparent reason.
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