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Twelve Hours	By : SickPuppy Category: +S through Z > Storm Hawks Views: 4378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Storm Hawks, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Twelve Hours
- 2-Twelve Hours - Piper
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As I said, I am going to do what happened to the other Storm Hawks whilst Aerrow was with the Dark Ace.
Here is Piper's tale...
(F/F)
Piper paced the cell tensely, already missing her leader. Radarr had leapt onto her shoulders, as if sympathising with her. Too much time had gone by; had Aerrow won, he would have surely returned by now.
“Radarr, can you get out of this cell?”
The blue creature jumped down and wriggled between the metal bars until he stood in the corridor beyond their cage.
“Excellent. Have a good look around. See if you can find out where we are and get a signal to Stork.”
The animal nodded, chirruping, then paced cautiously away.
Finn was standing close to Junko, flushing very slightly. “I don’t think we can smash our way out of this one,” he commented, indicating the Wallop’s throbbing hands. “Now what do we do?”
“We wait for Radarr and Aerrow,” Piper said decisively.
“Aerrow’s gonna be gone for twelve hours, remember, if he did lose. You saying we should wait that long?”
“I’m saying,” Piper gritted her teeth, somehow Finn always managed to wind her up, “we shouldn’t do anything stupid that will antagonise the Cyclonians, especially as we don’t have our weapons.”
“Excellent advice,” a smooth female voice said. A pale face appeared by the bars, heavy black lines around the strange purple eyes.
“Master Cyclonis!” Piper’s voice went higher pitched with fear.
“Piper of the Storm Hawks,” the other answered, “giving such good advice. Will you follow it?”
Piper was deeply confused. What was the ruler of the Cyclonians up to?
“I wish to speak with you, alone, in my quarters. Will you come? Or will you seek to antagonise me by refusing?”
Junko moved forward, almost blocking the whole front of the cell. He didn’t speak, merely cracked his knuckle busters together menacingly so that they glowed with power. He frowned, eyes fixed on their enemy.
Cyclonis waved a hand – a hand which held a blood red crystal – and Junko slammed against the back wall of the cell, leaving a deep indentation in the stone work. He slumped to the floor, shaking his head to clear it.
“You seek to antagonise me? I will punish each of you slowly and painfully.”
Piper swallowed. “No. There’s no need. I’ll go with you.”
“But Piper…” Junko began, then stopped as Master Cyclonis raised her hand threateningly again.
“A good decision, Storm Hawk. Follow me.”
Cyclonis touched the cell and the bars shifted, freeing Piper. Once out, Cyclonis removed her grip, and the bars returned to their correct positions.

-S-T-O-R-M-H-A-W-K-S-

Piper stared in surprise at the rooms she had been led to; she had expected something much grander and more oppressive than this – with more purple. Instead, the room was large and airy, with a glass doomed ceiling which let in the rays of the setting sun, bathing everything with a deep red glow.
Her keen eyes noticed the shelves of crystals. Huge frost stones, a big container of what looked like paralyzers, and even a white stone in a clear glass dome that looked like an infinity crystal. Eager to see if she was correct, Piper moved closer to the shelf.
“No.” The other woman’s voice rang out, and she stilled. “Here.”
Piper was directed to the … bed?! She gasped, but went.
“Good.” Cyclonis’ voice held approval, and something else. She settled onto the bed, looking at ease. “Perhaps you need to relax, Piper of the Storm Hawks.”
“Why do you always call me that?”
“Because one day I hope to say ‘Piper of the Cyclonians’.”
Piper stood up, backing away from the other. “Never!”
The purple eyed woman sighed. “So quick to flee! So quick to run in horror, but I know you. I learnt much about you, Piper, when you so willingly befriended me. You claimed I was just a little girl who needed a friend, but who latched onto what I offered without thought? You did. I need no-one, but you needed me.”
“Not so,” Piper rasped, “You are a scared little girl too. You needed me, Lark, whether you are willing to admit it or not.”
“Oh, I can admit I need you.” The black haired girl stood too, and moved smoothly towards the other. “I need you to warm my bed.”
“WHAT?!” shrieked Piper, terrified.
Cyclonis put a hand onto Piper’s shoulder. The Storm Hawk stood there shaking, not quite daring to throw the touch off. Tightening her grip, Cyclonis pulled Piper against her, and let her thin lips graze across the other girl’s neck.
“No,” Piper moaned as she felt her enemy’s touch.
A hand slid over Piper’s stomach, and down to settle between her legs. Cyclonis gently stroked there, smoothly arousing the girl.
“Please,” Piper groaned, shifting so that her thighs parted and the hand could press further in. It did, and rubbed against the leather padding steadily, until Cyclonis felt the body respond, hips shifting to push into the touch.
It was an easy matter for the ruler of the Cyclonians to manoeuvre them both to the bed, and settle down on it, Piper lying on her side, legs open invitingly.
Cyclonis moved her hand away, and smiled as Piper complained. She shifted onto her back, removing her clothes, then nibbled on the pilot’s ear, as she fiddled with the well hidden fastenings on the girl’s clothes. Eagerly, Piper wriggled out of her apparel and twisted to face the other naked girl.
She was flushed, but clearly aroused. Her small breasts were swollen, the nipples hard and pointed.
Cyclonis too was aroused. She moved her mouth over the beautiful skin, and pulled a hardened nub between her lips. Piper cried out in pleasure as she was licked and tasted. She rolled onto her back, and Cyclonis grabbed at the untouched breast and kneaded it, whilst her other hand slid over the skin, and moved between the legs again, this time stroking the wetness awaiting her.
Piper wailed, bucking up to wantonly rub against the fingers.
Cyclonis lifted her hand from Piper’s breast and directed one of the pilot’s palms to Cyclonis’ breasts. Fascinated, Piper rubbed at the soft mound, feeling the peaked nub press against her sensitive skin. She groaned as Cyclonis’ digits pushed within her, and began finger fucking her.
Suddenly, without warning, Cyclonis withdrew all touch from Piper.
“No!” the blue haired girl cried, desperately aroused. She moaned as she watched her partner begin to lick Piper’s sticky fluid from her fingers.
“I have a taste of you,” she commented, letting her legs open, “I wish you to taste me.”
Piper looked uncomprehending for a moment, then nodded, a little unsure. She shifted on the bed to settle between the other girl’s thighs, and bent her head to the mound. “What do I…?” she asked.
“Move so that I can sample you whilst you sample me.” Cyclonis instructed, a little breathless.
Piper bit back a moan at the thought and did as ordered. She whimpered as the other girl’s slender digits again entered her hungry body.
“Touch me,” Cyclonis ordered as she worked within Piper.
The Storm Hawk shook with excitement and arousal, then bent her head to taste the hidden core of the Cyclonian’s ruler.
“Gooooooood,” Cyclonis shuddered, then began giving the more innocent girl instructions, pleased at the quickness with which Piper obeyed. She lifted her own head and darted her tongue out to lap at Piper’s swollen wet nub. Cyclonis felt the passage about her fingers clench and flicked at the lump expertly.
Piper screamed, hips pumping madly as she fucked herself on the wicked fingers of her enemy. She threw her head back, panting and sobbing, driven to climax again and again on those relentless digits.
At last she shuddered and stilled, unable to do anything other than buck exhaustedly on the fingers.
Cyclonis withdrew her digits, enjoying the way the girl above her shook with the after effects of her climax.
“Now, you need to return the favour.” She said, spreading her legs wide.

-S-T-O-R-M-H-A-W-K-S-

Piper returned to the cell, dragging her feet in exhaustion. A Cyclonian guard opened the cage and pushed her gently in.
“What in the Atmos happened?!” Finn cried as he took in her appearance.
Piper shuddered. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she answered, before slowly sliding down the wall. It would be many hours before she was able to again stand.
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