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Revons Plus Grand, Chapter 9

Revons Plus Grand

Chapter 9:

Go West!

"Sometimes," said Georgette Lemare in an adult tone as she and Sadako Shimohara were on the shuttle back to Boulogne, an old tune of a famous rock band from Australis (Australia as it was called in this dimension) called 'Live Wire' blaring out, "work is taxing, especially when it's in the pouring rain. Dealing with these guys who just don't get any rest after tough matches, this is...in a way, as strenuous as the miltary, you would imagine. Right, Sada?"

"But without the mental trauma. The only mental part is deploying the game plan and preparation and determining if you've executed the game plan properly, as seen by the outcome. Sports, Jose, sports!" Sadako said, piercing the heavens with her finger, touching the roof of the coach in the process. "Owww..."

"You all right?"

"My finger, owww." She cracked it back into place. Thumbs up. "#FeelsGreatMan."

A facefault. "Sada, really...?"

"But still though," said Sadako as they got off the shuttle and went back into their suite, "missing the Super Bowl live is unfortunate, but we're aren't in America. This is France."

"Different time zones and all that. I don't think we really need to worry about that, Sada. Our job taking care of-no, protecting these players-is our utmost priority."

"I can't argue with you on that dear. Frankly, Jose, my dear, I just can't."

"Imitating Clark Gable all of a sudden?"

"Great film." Gone With The Wind.

"As God as my witness, I will never make you feel lonely again!" Georgette said, striking a pose similar to a determined Scarlett O'Hara.

"I also noticed something."

"Eh?"

"Your hair got at long as Takami's."

"Wha...?" she held up her locks. They locked exactly the same, save for the color. "Fiddle dee dee, guess I won't have to cut these things."

"You do need to take care of it though. The bath has everything you need and it looks like all the products are used by the best salons in the world. Mainly because..."

"We bought it from Carrefour," they both said.

Sadako nodded. "So put it to good use. The world's most beautiful maidens are counting on you."

"And you," Jose replied with a wink.

"Voulez-vous!" They both had a laugh out of that as they settled into their bed, clad in just, as usual, their undergarments.

"But I do wonder," Jose said, looking at the ceiling, "if only we could at least dream we saw history beyond the sea. It's February, the month of love, and love is a battlefield." She looked at Sadako, who was dead as doornail, fast asleep, her right hand and head snuggling her breasts as she snored quietly. With a sigh, Jose also closed her eyes and let the tide of time carry both of them away to somewhere in particular. Somewhere, beyond the sea. Somewhere, waiting for them...

"I also wanted to give you more information on the tracker we developed," said Ursula Hartmann to Gundula Rall, Waltrud Krupinski, Edytha Rossmann and Sanya V. Litvyak as Erica continued to much on her popcorn from her seat. "It is also able to download, or acquire, updates from our base in Karlsland. So this means that it is programmed to not film anything that is unremarkable or not worth mentioning, such as conducting routing tasks, or work, as prescribed by the team's management to Pilot Officer Lemare and Pilot Officer Shimohara. Sister."

"Now this device becomes a television that can broadcast live transmission feeds from all of the major free-to-air and terrestrial network from all of the countries in the world in the 2017 timeline and dimension," Erica added. "This remote here can allow you to watch sports events, dramas, comedy programs, news programs, other presentations, Japanese animation shows going on at that time...and even pornography programs."

"Hmm, Erica, the latter category is something we can opt out of, all things considered," Commander Rall said with a slight blush.

"Now this I gotta see," said the Countess.

She grabbed the remote. "Flying Officer Krupinski, no!" Edytha protested. But she did change the channel to a network based out of Liberion called Playboy TV. "Dear me..." Simulated copulation scenes between a man and woman, the penetration in the manner referred to informally, if crudely, as "doggystyle." She had to cover her face in shame, blushing. "Oh goodness..."

"So this is how the new generation of humanity is created," the Countess mused.

"Flying Officer Krupinski, please change the channel before you face action yourself," Commander Rall said, her right hand discreetly on her crotch.

"My apologies, Commander." A few button presses, and the feed turned to that of a network also based out of Liberion called the Entertainment and Sports Programming Network, or ESPN. A number of commentators were previewing Super Bowl LI. "Ah, there must be a major event going on over on the other side in that timeline."

"The Super Bowl," said Edytha. "This must be the sport of American football that Flight Lieutenant Yeager was talking about and touting. But this field is slightly different in terms of marking, though not too much."

"Current scoring rules show six points for a touchdown, conversion attempts of one point for a kick and two points for a touchdown, three points for a field goal through the posts and two points for a safety, or an opponent being tackled in his own end zone," said the Countess, reading from the side marquee explaining the rules. "There in also an extensive list of infractions that can be made, which could also see players expelled from the game based on severity."

"The two teams playing are from the Liberion cities of Boston (via the suburb of Foxborough) and Atlanta and the venue is in the city of Houston with the name of NRG Stadium, a clever play on the word energy and in turn, the Karlslander word energie," said Ursula. "A highly-touted and celebrated entertainer from the New York City borough of Manhattan named Dame Stefani Germanotta who performs under the name Lady Gaga will perform during the intermission of the contest."

"Lady Gaga, huh?" said the Commander with a smirk on her face. "Maybe if I was to consider singing I should call myself Lady Gundula or something."

"Are you having ideas again, Gundula?" Edytha wondered.

"Dame Stefani just seems to be a very progressive advocate and shares the same type of personality I maintain. It's a good, positive image that I assume has been her calling card for many years."

"That we can confirm," the Hartmann sisters chorused, shrugging Gallic-style.

"The power of inside information is very compelling," mused the Countess to the congregation.

Ursula spoke again. "Also, we have developed a new device building on our Konso prototype. Sister." Erica wheeled in what would resemble a Sony PlayStation 4 and plugged and connected some wires.

"What could this be?" asked the Commander.

"Another version of our Konso prototype, but bigger and designed to be similar to the regular large game consoles as distributed and popularized on the other side. We call it..."

"The Konso Grande Ein!" they both said, doing the fusion pose.

"Konso Grande Ein?" Edytha asked.

"Big Console Number One, it means in Karlslander and Hispanian."

"Have you come up with a way to market this device?"

Erica said, "We have been busy designing and testing this system..."

Ursula spoke. "...made with information and expertise procured from our X-11..."

"...that we had no time to find a marketing strategy," they both said, sucking their right index fingers in guilt.

"How do you expect to go far that way!?" exclaimed the Commander, stunned. Quickly, she composed herself. "Anyway, you do need to find a way to market this device. If you abbreviated this, it becomes KG1. Prospective customers Brittania will see this as a pun on the phrase 'cagey one,' a feisty companion that is ready when the user is. Marketing example would be, 'Had a very KG1 on your side, mate? Go on... Konso. Very.' And that is your slogan for this brand. Very. Simple, one word, iconic. How's that."

The Hartmann sisters were in tears, Ursula even sniffling profusely as if she was about to get a cold. "Commander Rall," Erica cried.

"Please accept our offer to be the head of marketing for Hartmann Technologie AG, ma'am!" the sisters said, groveling with their ears and tails popping out in anticipation of what they thought would be the answer from Gundula's benevolent lips.

"With all due respect, I will have to decline your offer," she said with a disappointed yet sympathetic tone on her face.

"NOOOOOO!" cried the Hartman sisters as they went to the Commander, begging like stray dogs.

"Please reconsider your decision, we have no one on our marketing team, we are only a startup, Commander," Ursula said with urgency.

"I'll even let you have dinner with Trude and Chris for free so you can talk to them about what's happening out here!" wailed Erica, tears falling out of her face.

"Commander!"

"AWOOOOOOOOO~!" howled the sisters to the heavens as Gundula continued to pet their heads while watching their tails wag.

"I guess you may want to rethink that choice, Gundula," Waltrud said with a wink.

"I hear you loud and clear, Countess," she said with a wink.

Edytha looked out the window and saw a lone wolf standing up in a bipedal pose, howling like a teenage werewolf on Xanax. "To think I have seen everything out of the ordinary here in Petersburg," she said with a chuckle.

"All right, both of you, I will be a personal consultant to your concerns but do find other people to help promote and develop this system, okay?" Commander Rall said to the two of them.

The Hartmann sisters were in heaven. So wunderbar. "COMMANDER RALL, WE LOVE YOU!" they cried as Gundula gave the two sobbing entrepreneurs a motherly embrace.

Waltrud gave Gundula a thumbs up. "Nice work, Commander." She gave a knowing wink. Sanya returned to her piano to play an instrumental rendition of a rap standard called "Black Beatles," made famous by scenes of people standing still on the other side, followed by an arrangement of a light, energetic, uplifting piece from the Neatherlands called "No Limit" which included some Liberion jazz-style ad libbing.

"So what games are included in this catalog?" asked the Commander, grabbing a controller.

"All published titles from the years 2014-16 were successfully replicated for use on this system," Ursula said. "Spanning all categories, not just restricted to military strategy simulation or first-person shooter games, as they are called on the other side. Game controls are shown on the screen to reduce the need for manuals and to be environmentally sound."

"So this title is called Madden NFL 17," Gundula said. "Ah, this is the American football simulation game of record."

"Would you like me to join, Commander?" asked Edytha.

"Please."

She took a seat and grabbed a controller. "Perhaps we can see how this game is played as I assume it includes some sort of strategy to score points. Maybe some tactical formations here and there." With some calibration, the settings were made to exactly simulate the actual weather conditions, time of day, and opponents for Super Bowl LI. All achievements were unlocked beforehand by the original testers, the Hartmann sisters. "What team will you choose, Gundula?" Edytha asked.

"I will take the Patriots because their team name is full of pride and nod to Liberion's roots."

"Falcons for me then."

"Settled."

"This is going to be exciting to watch," the Countess mused. She noticed that the two sisters were eating even bigger tubs of popcorn. "Dear me, will you finish that?"

"We will, Flying Officer Krupinski," assured Ursula. "What flavor is this, sister?"

"This is a combination of cheddar and caramel made famous in the Liberion city of Chicago and surrounding areas," Erica replied.

They both took handfuls and munched in exact synchronization, the combination of sweet and salty melting them. "Mmmmmm, heaven," they both said.

"Sometimes," said the Countess as Yoshika Miyafuji's pet Kuji Kanesada, the grey mameshiba with the cap, jumped on to her laugh to be petted while watching the pregame festivities leading to the simulation, "I wonder if they are scripting their routines."

The dog looked at her with a look as if to say, "Countess, you know their secret, but don't let those two know or their clothes will explode before you know it!"

"That reminds me...where did Sasha go?"

"She apparently will be helping with overseeing the production of our prototypes for consumer use," Ursula said. "Nine plants in Orussia and two in Suomus will be used to mass-produce our new creations. Production will start next month."

"Good to hear. But when can we expect her back here?"

"Her arrival date...Valentine's Day," Erica said with a smile.

"Did you have to ask that question, Countess?" asked Commander Rall with a confused look on her face.

"A need-to-know," she replied.

Sanya decided to then change music and do a solemn, but optimistic adaptation of an old Liberion air called "The Battle Cry Of Freedom," with the lyrics changed.

"On an early morning flight,

I'll be coming home tonight

Walking the lonely streets of Paris.

I've got nothing left to hide.

Gotta fuel the love inside

Walking the lonely streets of Paris.

Oh here's to you, Paris!

Allez! Here's to you!

A city of dreamers

In red, white and blue.

Turn the water into wine.

Live it up and hold the line

Walking the lonely streets of Paris.

Come on now and take my hand.

Be with me, my lady friend

Walking the lonely streets of Paris.

We will sing and we will dance

In the heart of Ile-de-France

Walking the lonely streets of Paris.

Oh here's to you, Paris!

Allez! Here's to you!

A city of bright lighta

And red, white and blue.

Turn the water into wine.

Live it up and hold the line

Walking the lonely streets of Paris.

At the Eiffel we will meet

And I'll sweep you off your feet

Walking the lonely streets of Paris.

Let the church bells ring and peal.

Life is magical and real

Walking the lonely streets of Paris!

Oh here's to you, Paris!

Allez! Here's to you!

A city of dreamers

In red, white and blue.

Turn the water into wine.

Live it up and hold the line

Walking the lonely streets of Paris.

So here's to you, Paris!

Allez! Here's to you!"

"Mmmmmmm," groaned Georgette as she woke up. She opened her eyes. "Eh? What the...Sada, wake up?"

"Eh, what is it?" Sadako said, waking up. The two of them looked around. "Where is this place?"

An old man with a white beard and white tuft of hair to go with a dark complexion and a weathered disposition walked to them. "You two seem lost," he said in his deep, scraggly voice.

"Who are you?" asked Sadako, speaking perfect English and sounding like she was from the Liberion territory of Hawaii.

"Sir, do you know where we are?" asked Jose, speaking perfect English and sounding like she was a native of the Faraway Land city of Montreal, Quebec. "I am from France, my friend here is from Japan, and somehow we woke up in this strange place. We do not know where this is!"

A chuckle from the old man. "I shall tell you. First off, I shall introduce myself to you wonderful young ladies. My name is Earl. You are in Houston, Texas, United States of America. This massive building in front of us is called NRG Stadium.

"NRG...Stadium?" they both exclaimed, stupefied.

"Don't tell me," gasped Jose, shocked.

Sadako's mouth was wavy. "Then that means..."

"Welcome to Super Bowl LI. You have purchased the most expensive VIP tickets," Earl said, pointing to the two lanyards that they were wearing over their coats, skirts and leg warmers. "The best seats in the house."

"Oh my God, we somehow got here...by waking up from our sleep," said Georgette to Sada. "Ah, I think I..." Her stomach growled. "Oh..."

"I brought some McDonald's," said Earl, holding a large plastic bag containing paper bags of sandwiches, fries and chicken nuggets. "Do you want to follow me to your assigned luxury box so we can eat?" The two girls nodded, their stomachs growling as one. "I'll take that as a yes."

Yoshika Miyafuji was drooling as her face was buried inside Takami Karibuchi's expansive developed chest. "Mmmmm, mmmmm, mommy, why do you have such soft boobs, I'm going to come so hard, I want mine's to be big too, not fair, I want squeeze them more, ahhhhh, lkxjff fgj dsklfsd..."

She did not realize that Takami's sister Hikari also had a decent chest as will and the two sisters chose to pull a lewd prank on their adopted confidante by forming an irresistable girl sandwich that turned the Mameshiba into mindless goo. "Is she like this all the time, onee-chan?" whispered Hikari.

"Sakamoto did say that Yoshika gets her energy and motivation by pleasuring the chests of those whose busts are bigger than hers," Takami whispered back, the softness of Yoshika's moist tongue causing her sensitive spot on her crotch to swell passionately, even throb.

"It's been documented that she loves to touch everyone in the 501st, huh?" HIkari said, her own chest stimulating the back of Yoshika's neck, causing her hairs to stand on end with excitement.

"With the exception of Erica, whose chest is compartively flat, as well as Francesca's, all the other girls in the 501st were fair game, especially Lynette and Shirley. Look at her, Hikari."

HIkari turned the still-sleeping Yoshika over. Her lewd, perverted face gave way to a calm, assertive demeanor, as if she was about to be buried following receiving her last rites and anointing. "So...this is what happens when she has felt enough of your chest to be satisfied."

"She is focused and ready to do work because even in her diminished role, she is supporting us, and that's a good thing," said Takami with a giggle.

"As expected of onee-chan! Look, she's waking up!"

"Mmmmmmmm..." Yoshika let out a massive yawn, arching her back and licking her lips. "Hikari, Takami, good morning," she cooed.

"It's actually night, Yoshika," said Hikari.

"Eh? Really?" Hikari pointed to the clock. "8:00 p.m.?"

"The big game the others are talking about won't start for another six and a half hours."

Yoshika looked around again. "And...we are naked..." She looked at Hikari's chest, then Takami's, then hers. Still flat as Ryuujou from Kantai Collection. "I can never win..."

"That's why onee-chan and I have to sandwich you to make you feel better," Hikari said.

"You seem to be comfortable resting on my cleavage, Yoshika," Takami said. "You're more lewder that my sister here."

"Excuse me, onee-chan, but I like touching your boobs too! I want them to be as big as yours as well so I can have a partner of my own!"

"But...aren't I?"

"Um, it's, uh..."

"Just like Barkhorn, you have a sister complex!" exclaimed Yoshika.

"Gertrud Barkhorn, right?" Hikari asked. "Commander Rall and Erica told me about her."

"Yes, that's who I am talking about. She has a younger sister named Christiane that she takes care of. Sometimes," said Yoshika as she put on a new clean one-piece and did calisthenics while the two sisters watched while still naked, "she even dresses in cute clothes to entertain Chris. Also, Barkhorn tells me I even look like Chris."

"Really? I didn't expect that from her," Takami said.

"I remember one time when Barkhorn and Shirley had a little rivalry regarding speed and stuff that got one-sided in a hurry. Even she likes the softness of Shirley's breasts. Shirley then said, 'Ahhh, Gertrud. Mein Trudie ist Super Auss!' That means, 'Oh Gertrud, you are amazing!' Something like that. So when Gertrud concedes losing to a peer, she atones by pleasuring the winner like a hostess at a beer hall during Oktoberfest in Bavaria."

"You're not making this up are you?" asked Hikari, overwhelmed by the lewd war story worthy of being melted all over by the postmodern concept of the male gaze.

"Nope. This has been recorded in the archives of the Karlsland Air Force in an entry entitled, 'The Boobs Will Set You Free.'"

The two sisters laughed. "That's the name?" Takami said.

"That is the name, Takami. Pretty cute story too. And I witnessed it first hand to tell it to you from my view."

"Nice view, Yoshika," the two sisters said in unison.

"Eh?" She was bending over and saw the two of them waving. "Ahahah, no I do this all the time before I do my housekeeping chores. If I don't stretch, I can't work."

"And I thought getting the squeeze was going to be enough," Hikari said to Takami in dead fear.

"Turns out it takes more," she replied.

"Much more," they both said, deep in thought. "Hmmmm..."

"You two are so alike it's like I'm taken in by twins!" Yoshika said, flailing.

"With age, height, bust, and hair length differences," Hikari added with a wink, sticking her tongue out playfully. "Eheh!"

"Are you two going to head back out to talk with the others or are you staying here?"

"Well, actually I see the console proto that Ursula was talking about," said Takami, noticing the KG1 wired to the television that was still talking about Super Bowl LI from the other side. "Let's play, shall we?"

"What game should we play?" asked Yoshika as the two girls donned some comfortable underwear. Hikari opted for a simple white two-piece.

Takami noticed something else on the dresser. "Hmmm..." A white jacket with blue markings, a sports team patch, a white spandex bra and blue spandex panties to go with a blue and red ribbon. "Ah, this looks nice," she said.

Hikari gasped. "How...onee-chan, how did you get that outfit?"

"I have no idea, it just appeared out of nowhere, I don't know who sent it in." They didn't realize that the X-11 had snuck the clothes inside the room, but they were adapted to accomodate to the current timeline.

"Stade...St. Germanois?" Yoshika said. "Stade St. Germain...this must be a precursor to Paris Saint-Germain. The equivalent!"

"Oh, really?" Takami adjusted her panties and felt her chest to see if they actually fit well without being uncomfortable. In the background, some naughty music from a saxophone was playing, the source unknown. "Seems to fit me very well, I imagine," she said, as Hikari also donned an open-chest sweater dyed deep indigo. "I have an idea!"

"What?" they both asked.

"Yoshika, can you check and see if there is, on this console, a game that simulates association football?"

Yoshika cycled through the titles as Kuji came in to greet her on the mattress. "Hey buddy," she said, petting her dog.

Kuji barked as if to say, "What are you up to, boss?"

"I'm taking a look at these titles and looking for the game Takami is looking for. Here it is!"

The dog tilted its head as if to say, "FIFA 17?"

"The game is called FIFA 17, Takami, Hikari," said Yoshika. "And all the achivements in this game have been cleared! Hikari, wanna give it a try?"

"It can't be helped," she said in a deep, manly voice, triggering some embarrassed chuckled. "Ha-ha~~~~!" She cycled through the teams. "Ah, here is my team!"

"Who is that?" Yoshika asked.

"Omiya Ardija! From Fusou! Their team name is apparently called the Squirrels and my familiar is a squirrel!"

"So their domestic league is in this game," said Takami, impressed. "Ara..."

"Onee-chan?"

"Hmmm?"

She pointed to her big sister, complete with foreshadowing effect. "I challenge you to a match. I will not lose this time to you! This time, I will get my revenge!"

"I like your feistyness," said Takami. She flipped her hair. "Then, I shall pick...this team."

Yoshika whistled. "Ooops."

Takami had chosen Paris Saint-Germain, causing Hikari to turn to stone. Kuji looked on, worried as if to say, “This won’t end well.”

He was right. Minutes later... "NOOOOOOOOOO!" wailed Hikari, crying like a baby whose had her candy stolen by a fat tourist from Kiwiland.

Takami had beaten her again. Paris Saint-Germain 50, Omiya Ardija 0. And Edinson Cavani, who was not a clinical finisher in real life, scored 15 goals, more than Archie Thompson of Australis did in an infamous international contest against Liberion Samoa in 2001.

"It's okay, at least you tried," Takami said.

"...!" Hikari took off her sister's jacket, lifted her top and sucked her breasts in frustration, her milk calming her down, although she was still made about losing to her sister again that she needed her liquid love to balance things.

"Sometimes you do take defeat a little bit too hard, but I guess it can't be helped," Takami whispered, petting her sister as their animal ears and tails popped out. "Shhhhh..."

"Oh, and this game also include a story mode that allows you to experience the life of a player in the major league in Brittania," said Yoshika, still in her casual blue skintight one-piece. She turned around. "Eh, Hikari, Takami?"

Takami laid a finger to her pink, pursed lips. Hikari was fast asleep and drooling after she had unknowingly breastfed her. Yoshika then turned to the monitor and decided to play through the career of a young man named Alex Hunter. After passing the exit trial without a single mistake, she needed to think about what team Alex would sign with.

Yoshika noticed that Takami, who put her top back in place, was casually reading a programme on a friendly that took place in the year 2016 between Paris Saint-Germain...and another club that was currently fighting to stay in the Premier League. "Leicester City, huh," said Yoshika.

Thoughts of her meetings with her peer and confidante Tomoko Anabuki came to mind, as well as that of Eila. That was all she needed. "Okay, Tomoko-chan, Eila-chan, this one's for you. Leicester to the top or bust!" In the distance, outside the frosty window, the strains of the Post Horn Galop could be heard.

END CHAPTER 9

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