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They’d read about it in class plenty of times. Everyone had to write a short summary on the test at the end of the year, a section you could easily tell that someone was at because their ears would start twitching and they’d nervously start swishing their tails. But it wasn’t supposed to be something that happened to them . Tracen ensured that they received safe, non-invasive cycle suppressant as part of their daily vitamins and nutrients that ensured their physical performance. But, as it turned out, if you skip a little too long, that cycle’s gonna come in like a freight truck.
Silence Suzuka wasn’t usually short-tempered; in fact, she wasn’t usually tempered at all one way or another but she found herself in more and more arguments with the trainer and struggled to sleep at night. She went to see their resident health specialist right away, and was told that she’d taken too long of a break from the suppressant while on her most recent trip overseas so her body had reacted with a mock-ovulatory cycle. She was given another form of suppressant, but with it, in a discrete white plastic bag, the nurse dropped a small box in.
Suzuka took it out and examined the front — water-based lubricant. “What do I do with this?” she asked the nurse with a puzzled look.
“Well, sweetheart … I think you’re old enough that I can tell you without beating around the bush,” the nurse smiled at her sympathetically. “If you want the symptoms of your ovulatory cycle to pass faster, it would help if you could masturbate and bring yourself to an orgasm. Generally, if this was a standard cycle, that’s what could potentially allow you to get pregnant. With the medicine I’ve given you, it’ll allow for the egg to just be reabsorbed quicker after having sped all the hormonal signals along.”
Silence Suzuka was silent. She looked at the lubricant and then at the nurse and then back at the lubricant.
“I know you girls all live in paired dorms, but maybe if you get some alone time this weekend … “
“I’ll figure out,” Suzuka said quietly, still a bit in shock. “Thank you very much for taking care of me.”
“You’re very welcome, sweetheart — don’t be afraid to come by and let us write you a suppressant subscription if you’re going to be away from Tracen for an extended period.”
“Did they figure out what was wrong?” Special Week asked curiously once her roommate returned that evening.
“I’m technically in heat,” Suzuka sighed and sat down on the bed.
“O-Oh?” Special Week spun around to face her homework so that Suzuka couldn’t see her blush. It wasn’t exactly every day that your girlfriend comes back into your room with the news that nature has pronounced her as irreparably horny.
“Pregnancy isn’t a risk or anything,” Suzuka tried to keep her tone as pragmatic as possible.
Special Week breathed an audible sigh of relief. “I’m glad. Not that I think that it’s totally out of the question for you to have kids in the future or something but—“
“Our career’s a little too bright to care for an uma musume of our own,” Suzuka shook her head in amusement.
“Right,” Special Week smiled and turned around to face Suzuka, still half-hiding how much her face was burning up.
“You just wrote complete gibberish on your track history essay, didn’t you?” Suzuka smiled.
“Yeah, maybe,” Special Week giggled and moved from the chair down to her knees by the edge of Suzuka’s bed.
“It’s not even lights out yet,” Suzuka glanced at the window and then at her girlfriend.
“I know … “ Special Week groaned and began fumbling with the plastic bag. “Hold on—did they prescribe you lube?”
“Apparently if I take that medication and then bring myself to orgasm, the heat symptoms will pass faster. I have to wonder if they think I’m some kind of cheapskate with this mediocre brand …” Suzuka studied the box in her hands and then with a rather good aim, tossed it into the paper basket by the desk. “Anyway, it’s like they’re forgetting that being in heat makes me stupidly wet.”
“Whoah, wait, really?” Without any regard for personal space, Special Week lifted her girlfriend’s skirt.
“Hey!” Suzuka snatched it back, laughing. “It’s why I’ve been in such a bad mood lately … imagine having to run with this all the time … “
“Do you think it makes you faster? Like oil on a hinge?” Special Week put her chin on her girlfriend’s knees, patiently waiting for access this time.
“Not sure how well-oiled of a machine I can be when all my focus gets derailed constantly thinking about how I want your fingers as deep inside me as they’ll go.” Suzuka kissed the top of her girlfriend’s head, who was now beet red.
“How do you manage to say things like that with a straight face?” Special Week buried her face in her girlfriend’s skirt. “And how am I … urk, never mind … “
“Hm? Tell me.”
“How am I supposed to get anything done now when I know you’re all … pheromone-y and all that,” Special Week sat back with her arms crossed and pouted.
“Is it something you can sense? I remember when we were reading about it, apparently there’s a really particular smell to it … which is really embarrassing now that I think about it,” Suzuka crossed her legs, her ears drooping in shame.
“Well, I haven’t noticed anything different, but we live together so I’m used to your smell anyway,” Special Week shrugged, but then pulled out her phone. “But the group chat has been trying to figure out whose shampoo changed in the last week and where they could get some … “
“So everyone knows … “ Suzuka laid down on her bed and buried her face into her pillow.
“Well … “ There was the clicking of flip-phone buttons for a while. “I don’t think they actually know what they’re smelling, but given that everyone’s obsessed with it, it’s obviously not unpleasant.”
“I don’t know if I’m glad or terrified that all of team Spica wants a piece of me,” Suzuka rolled over and dramatically draped her arm over her forehead. “Not that I’d really mind … “
“ Hey! ” Special Week was straddling Suzuka’s stomach in a moment’s notice. “I would never hand you over to any of those weirdos.”
“I like it when you get possessive like this,” Suzuka smiled, caressing her girlfriend’s cheek.
“Oh, really?” Special Week bent over to gently massage one of Suzuka’s ears, a known weak spot. The chestnut girl was already squirming with no chance of escape.
“It’s not even lights out yet … “ she reminded Special Week weakly, but with the way her tail began twitching, her body betrayed a very similar disregard to the time.
“And?” Special Week kissed Suzuka on the cheek and then at the jaw and right beneath, on the neck. “It’s not like we’re doing anything … or do you want to do something?”
“What if Fuji hears … or even sees—“
“Sees what, Suzuka-chan?” Special Week kissed her girlfriend’s collarbone and then paused.
“If I say it out loud then I’ll never get my mind off of it,” Suzuka whimpered and tried to move herself up so that Special Week was at an angle that was lower along her torso, but the bay girl’s weight kept her anchored.
“Isn’t this exactly what the doctor prescribed, though?” Special Week smiled, an almost sadistic glimmer in her violet eyes.
“You’re so mean, Spe-chan,” Suzuka hid her face under both her arms. “ … could you go and make sure the door is locked?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Special Week nodded, gracefully getting off her immobile girlfriend who now lamented the lack of pressure and warmth on her stomach. “Did they tell you how much of this you’re supposed to take at once? Oh, there’s a dosage here … “
“I don’t know if I want to take the medication,” Suzuka said carefully, staring up at the ceiling.
“Huh?” Special Week blinked. “But you’ve been in such a … state , wouldn’t this help make you feel better?”
“ You’d make me feel better,” Suzuka hugged a pillow close to herself. “Since it’s already been about two days, there’s about four more days to go and it’ll just pass on its own … “
“And during those four days, you’d still be miserable during training.”
“But I wouldn’t be miserable once I was home,” Suzuka finally made eye contact with her girlfriend, her turquoise eyes hooded and pleading.
“Hey, now … “ Special Week chuckled nervously. “I don’t know if I’m gonna have that much stamina, I’m more of a chaser than a stayer, you know … “ In her bashful indecision, she hadn’t noticed that Silence Suzuka had gotten up out of bed and clumsily approached, not until she received a messy kiss on the cheek and a very firm hug from behind.
“Spe-chan,” Suzuka whispered. “ Please. ”
Special Week set the pill bottle down on their desk and promptly allowed herself to get dragged into the opposite bed.
So that’s why they call it heat, Special Week thought to herself as Suzuka insistently kissed her on the mouth after having been denied it for so long. The chestnut girl’s skin felt almost feverish to the touch and the inside of her mouth, too, was unbelievably warm. She had to wonder what her other orifice would feel like, but there was still a process to be had before they’d get there.
Usually, the two of them would take it slow. It was a planned endeavor — between Special Week’s usual overthinking and Silence Suzuka’s strict training schedule, it wasn’t too often that they’d get to have sex. And technically, Tracen didn’t allow their students to engage in sexual relations, but given the historical string of accidental pregnancies (that ironically resulted in a couple generation’s worth of incredibly noteworthy champion uma musume), the school just settled on providing compulsory cycle suppressant and complimentary birth control and called it a day. If the dorm monitor caught you three knuckles deep in someone while taking nightly attendance, you were likely going to get scolded and if there was proof of slipping grades, your roommate would be reassigned. The unwritten rule, however, was that once lights out was announced, you were free to do whatever you wanted so long as you stayed in your own room and didn’t prevent anyone else from sleeping.
Special Week’s teeth toying with Silence Suzuka’s right nipple as their room was cast with a bright orange glow from the setting sun was no doubt an anomaly. Not a second thought was given as to what would happen if night patrol walked by, with their uniforms already strewn across the floor.
Suzuka wasn’t sure whether she wanted to be fucked or kissed, the cursed state of estrus prevented her from stringing together a half-coherent sentence for her girlfriend to follow. They’d had sex enough before to able to play it by ear every now and again, but it was all on Special Week this time around. Though, clearly, there was no real secret to it as it were — the chestnut girl had a very one-track mind right now and every single innocuous touch, down to intertwining their fingers, fed the sweet knot of pressure in her pelvis that longed for release.
“Thank you for the meal,” Special Week joked once she’d finally gotten down between her girlfriend’s slender legs, and hoisting them onto her shoulders, for lack of any better term, dove in.
Suzuka yelped in surprise at how quickly her first orgasm rolled in, startling her busy girlfriend. “You okay?” she asked, licking drops of natural lubricant off her bottom lip.
The sight of that made Suzuka moan even more before she could actually nod. “Please keep going,” she assured her.
“Yes ma’am!” and Special Week resumed their routine.
Each orgasm was harder and harder earned than the last and was coupled with much more pronounced tightening of Suzuka’s abdomen and even more ecstatic release. In a split second of clarity, Suzuka realized that it’d gotten dark — they’d never turned the lights on in the evening, and the only thing that illuminated them was the soft distant glow of street lamps outside the dormitory. All clarity immediately vanished as she felt Special Week’s mouth leave her vagina to place a rather sharp love bite on the inside of her thigh. Her initial cry was exceptionally loud and she quickly grabbed a pillow to bite onto to muffle herself.
She took as deep of breaths as she could, and she wasn’t sure if what was rolling down her face was sweat or tears. Her tail ached from its involuntarily upward arc, and in an effective way to alleviate some back pain and get an orgasm that was strong enough , they’d moved to Suzuka on her knees and Special Week on the floor beneath her.
The tactic had changed now, though — whether due to exhaustion or genius or both, Special Week moved to denying her girlfriend the initial orgasm to make the shock of the second one stronger. There was some kind of instinctual understanding that soon it would be over and enough , Special Week just had to find a way to get her there. But while that was all well and good, Silence Suzuka was far from silent. Special Week left hickey after hickey on her girlfriend’s thighs until her precum noticeably began leaking and only then did she return to work with her mouth.
Silence Suzuka pressed the pillow so firmly to herself in that moment that not only did her thighs shake, so did her shoulders, and her ears twitched in all manner of odd directions.
“I think one more should do it,” Special Week carefully pushed her girlfriend back up onto the bed and walked over to grab a drink of water. They were both out of breath, no less than they would’ve been after some intense sprint training.
“I’m sorry,” Silence Suzuka whispered, realizing that her voice was hoarse and that the wetness on her cheeks really was tears.
“What are you sorry for?” Special Week handed her water bottle over to her girlfriend. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“Of course not,” Suzuka shook her head, greedily finishing off what was left in the water bottle. She blinked away tears, cursing her scattered brain from finding the image of Special Week leaning against their desk, completely naked and coolly brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face unbelievably sexy. She probably would’ve found the scene just as appealing had she been “sober”, but in her current state, it just made all of her senses flare. “I just imagine that this must be difficult on you … “
“Since I haven’t been using my hands much up until this point, I think I’ll be fine,” Special Week studied her hands, a gesture which made Suzuka’s heart jump. “You know I think I came a couple times just on from getting to do you for so long like this,” Special Week ran a couple fingers between her own legs and was not at all surprised to see that they emerged wet.
Silence Suzuka managed to sit up a bit and catch her breath more. “Do you think you could, um … “ she fiddled her with her own hands, trying to get her vision to focus. “Before you do me, c-could you … “
“You want me to masturbate in front of you?” Special Week asked with a surprising casual-ness. “Sure, I could make sure my technique is all warmed up for you.”
Suzuka barely had enough conscious control of her own body to masturbate in tandem so settled simply for hugging her knees to her chest and spectating. There was something so unbelievably cool and confident about Special Week perching on their desk (after moving aside any important books and papers, of course) and working to satisfy herself. “You know, Suzuka … “ Special Week groaned, her free hand gripping the desk so firmly that her knuckles turned white. “This doesn’t at all compare to how you do it … “
Silence Suzuka managed a smile that cleared up the onset of a fatigued headache. The familiar pleased whimper that she knew so well was sign enough that her girlfriend had came, but she still couldn’t get herself to ejaculate, something which Special often attributed to Suzuka’s especially slender fingers. She could do it to her fairly consistently, though not nearly as precisely as Suzuka could — sometimes Special Week would even get mad at her accuracy. After we’re done with this, things will go back to normal , Suzuka sighed dreamily, watching her girlfriend lick her own fingers after curiously observing how the light reflected in the transparent surface of the natural lubricant.
“Are you sure you want to do this for four more days?” Special Week’s voice was firm and quiet. It almost sounded like a threat.
“Only if you want to,” Suzuka conceded. “I’ll take that medicine, otherwise — I never thought that estrus actually feels like this.”
“That would’ve been really funny for them to explain to us during a lecture,” Special Week approached the bed where Suzuka laid and, slowly, slow-ly , leaned in for a kiss. “If your girlfriend goes into heat, all she’s gonna wanna do is fuck, and fuck, and fuck. ”
The kiss was frustratingly gentle and was followed by Special Week picking Suzuka up, bridal style and sitting both of them down on their desk chair after moving it to a seemingly random angle to face the rest of the room. Except, it wasn’t a random angle at all, Suzuka realized. Special Week had faced them to their mirror, and unbeknownst to her, faced the mirror towards them.
The scene was equally scandalous and humiliating and sexually envigorating. Special Week was looking at Silence Suzuka, coyly waiting for any semblance of a reaction, holding her girlfriend’s legs spread, so that the whole of the chestnut girl’s slender athletic body could be made out in the reflective surface. The love bites around her inner thighs had already begun to bruise. “Are you comfortable, or would you like me to reposition you?”
Suzuka twitched her shoulders a bit to shift her angle, but Special Week caught her, incredibly firmly. “Would you like me to reposition you?” she repeated in a low whisper. Suzuka shivered. Had her girlfriend always been this dominant? “I’m not trying to scare you,” Special Week nuzzled her girlfriend’s neck, repositioning her long hair so that it wasn’t uncomfortably trapped between them. “But you’ve got to pull yourself together, too.”
Silence Suzuka nodded and took a deep breath, embarrassment setting in for having to make eye contact with herself. “If my shoulders were kind of at an … at an angle, between you and—“ she had to squeeze her eyes shut and count to ten to regain the ability to speak again. Everything in her body trembled, shook, wrestled to get some kind of friction from her partner, but Special Week held her steady.
“It’s okay,” Special Week cooed. “I’m listening.”
“Between you and the chair, so that I can have something to lean on or—or firm to hold,” Suzuka sputtered out.
Special Week’s intuitive strategy worked. By being carefully directed to where she should be with no urgency to the action, Suzuka had enough clarity to even fix her own bangs a bit as she looked at herself in the mirror. She wiped her face with the back of her hand — they may have been euphoric tears but they didn’t make her look any less miserable. For a brief, odd moment, her body quieted, and she regained an interest in having her girlfriend kiss her, in just being held.
And then Special Week began to tease her. A meticulous descent back into madness that started with kisses that were directed more towards the neck and then her shoulder, leaving love bites there. She kneaded Suzuka’s breasts, making a priority out of what she knew her body wanted instinctually — contact and pressure. She even dug her nails in a bit into Suzuka’s stomach, drew soft white lines on her girlfriend’s thighs, before lifting one of her legs up again and positioning her fingers right around the clit, though not quite making any contact.
Suzuka lurched forward, but Special Week caught her, digging her nails into her girlfriend’s thigh with considerable force now. Special Week went painstakingly slow. Sometimes she’d tease the possibility of slipping a finger in and sometimes it was a ghost of a touch with only the mirror suggesting that she’d moved her finger at all. Against all self control, Suzuka lurched forward again, and Special Week let her. Both her middle and ring finger had effortlessly slipped in, and the mirror caught Silence Suzuka’s look of absolute blissful shock. She was glad that Special Week had nuzzled into her neck to steady them both and wasn’t looking in the mirror, but it was perhaps the most brain-dead-looking grin that Suzuka had made in her life and she was unbelievably glad that it would stay between her and this mirror.
Before Suzuka could even test the clutches of her girlfriend again, Special Week began to move her hand at a steady pace. It was something of a march, neither fast nor slow, neither rough nor soft but heavy . Suzuka bit her lip, feeling the onset of an orgasm somewhere on the horizon, and her open-mouthed breaths betrayed a quiet moan. “Take a deep breath,” Special Week instructed.
Suzuka did, and disappointedly, that horizon faded … or that’s what she thought until it dawned just a bit stronger, but the same command came. Once again, the feeling faded only to return just that little bit stronger on the onset. No one told her to count and she could hardly remember what a digit even was, all she knew is that she had her own hand firmly clasped around her own mouth, and yet Special Week just patiently asked again and again, never interrupting the pace of her fingers which were absolutely drenched by this point. “One last time,” Special Week asked, right on time to what Suzuka was sure was going to be another orgasm. This time, exactly as she’d finally exhaled and the feeling began to mount, Special Week quickened the pace and right, right at the moment—
She took her hand away entirely. Suzuka doubled over, groaning, biting her lip, not knowing if she wanted to cry or to break away or to ask for more or what, but it physically hurt. It was clear that her body had intended to grant her something, that it was just as confused as she was, that it didn’t know what to do with all of the lubricant that it was exuding. “Spe-chan … th-that—“
“Didn’t feel very good, did it?” Special Week’s voice was unbelievably even. It sounded distant, almost cruel. “That’s okay. I’m gonna make it better, I promise.” And with a cute little peck on the cheek, her fingers plunged right back in, curved and poised to finish the job.
Still reeling from the ruined orgasm of earlier, this one mounted about as quick as the first one of the night, and this time Special Week didn’t hold her back at all, just held her enough that the two of them were decently balanced in the chair, letting Suzuka grind against her girlfriend’s fingers and tense her abdomen as much as she wanted. There was no warning about breathing, yet now out of habit, she slowed her ascent that little bit with a few exhaled and—
“ Ah~! ”
Silence Suzuka’s scream ran clear and loud through their room. She couldn’t help that as she came off her high she continued to whimper and moan, continued to yelp as Special Week overwhelmed her climax further drenching their floor in ejaculate. In fact to make sure the job was done, Special Week didn’t stop until Suzuka forced her girlfriend’s hand out and off herself, voice shaking through shallow gasps for air, tears once again rolling down her cheeks.
Her body felt ravaged, as if she’d just returned from a triathlon. Looking at her own disheveled state in the mirror, for a brief moment she felt ashamed and disgusted with all that had taken place, but that feeling subsided as quickly as it’d manifested when she saw how a clearly exhausted Special Week was lovingly petting her hair with one hand and rather giddily sucking on the fingers of the other, as if she was savoring the last drops of her favorite meal. Probably, in a way, that’s exactly what she was doing.
“What time is it … ?” Suzuka asked, so astonished at the hoarseness of her voice that she started laughing, which came out more like a pneumonic wheeze.
“It’s almost midnight,” Special Week said, and handed her girlfriend her own water bottle, as hers had been depleted in the earlier intermission. She watched with an unreadable but distinctly hungry expression as a drop of water rolled down her girlfriend’s chin and down between her breasts. “The view is well worth the sleep deprivation.”
“Enjoy it because it’s not gonna last much longer — hand me those pills,” Suzuka whispered, choosing not to strain her voice any more.
“Aw, but who was telling me she was all excited to get to come home to me every night?” Special Week giggled, holding the pill bottle above their heads mockingly.
Suzuka snatched it down, rolling her eyes. “I’m going to be genuinely surprised if you don’t get carpal tunnel from this.”
“And you sound like a tuberculosis patient.”
They looked at each other for a second, feigning seriousness, and then burst out laughing. “Thank you,” Suzuka said after a moment, admiring her determined and courageous girlfriend.
“You’re saying thank you like I did some kind of impossible feat,” Special Week waved her hand. “I’m very glad I could be of service.”
“Oh, you’ve still got a bit of, um … “ Suzuka gestured with her hand but Special Week clumsily fumbled around her lips without much understanding, so the situation was fixed with a soft and sloppy kiss, the kind that gets distracted by a smile.
“What does it taste like?”
“Well, what does it taste like to you? You were just in there.”
“It just kinda tastes like you, I’m sort of used to it by now … “
“We have sex way too much,” Suzuka shook her head, tutting like they weren’t a couple of a year and a half for whom it was a luxury they afforded each other at best every other week. “It tastes … weirdly sweet. Different than you do. Maybe you should try eating more fruit.”
“When did this turn into a critique!” Special Week exclaimed, but Suzuka shushed her by putting a finger to her lips.
“Didn’t you say it was almost midnight?”
“We should probably sleep, huh?”
Not bothering to get dressed, they cradled each other in the less-tousled of their two beds and probably broke the world record for how quickly two people could fall asleep.
They were greeted with quite the social atmosphere the next morning in the dining hall. Even people that didn’t live in their dormitory were eyeing them with suspicion. It was neither helped but thankfully nor was it worsened by them choosing a small table by a corner window to try and avoid the gazes of the rest of Tracen. “Why do I get the impression that everyone heard us last night?”
“It’s because you’re giving every girl who walks by me a death glare, Spe-chan,” Suzuka said, yawning. “You didn’t get me pregnant, so you can stop that now.”
“Whoah, what? I am?” Special Week made an odd face as if she was trying to look at her own nose, that was so delightfully cute that Suzuka laughed, which predictably sounded like a sickly wheeze. “Do you think we should apologize to Fuji-senpai?”
“No need,” a cool and familiar voice ran out behind her, along with placing a hand on her shoulder. Special Week jumped up in her seat, nearly knocking the whole table over. “I hate to admit that it was an awfully effective way of taking attendance.”
The two girls’ faces turned bright red.
“Oh, it’s not your fault, really,” Fuji Kiseki shrugged. She bent over closer to them and lowered her voice. “It’s actually really rare for so many ‘maiden’ girls to get exposed to pheromones like yours all at once, pony-chan,” she raised an eyebrow at Suzuka. “I can assure you—“
The loudspeaker interrupted what she was about to say — Symboli Rudolf’s voice ran out throughout the school halls. “Scheduled practice has been canceled for this afternoon due to an unprecedented circumstance. Thank you for your understanding and hope everyone takes this opportunity to get some rest.”
“See?” Fuji smiled coyly.
“I guess it’s reassuring we weren’t the only ones?” Special Week sighed, shaking her head. “Still embarrassing, but … “
“Oh, you have to get over the embarrassing bit, it’s not nearly as bad as Vodka and Scarlet ,” Fuji purposely raised her voice at the two usual culprits of nightly disruption. There was a clamor of, “ Oi, oi, Fuji-senpai, come on!”
“Not nearly as bad … ?” Suzuka unconsciously massaged her throat.
“Oh, no, you two were loud , but you have a medical precedent there. Those two just … I wonder if we should have them castrated outright. I’ve spoken to Rudolf about separating them but apparently they perform terribly when they’re apart, so there’s not much to do there … “
“Right,” Special Week bowed her head in defeat.
“Regarding that announcement, I promise you two didn’t spark some kind of fucking frenzy across all of Tracen,” Fuji waved them off. “Rudolf-sama and Teio-chan used the medical situation as an excuse to get wasted at a karaoke bar but then Teio and McQueen proceeded to have a pre-tty similar night to you two … you know, you’re lucky you’re not on hall monitor duty — you learn so many dirty secrets over the course of one night that you can hardly remember all of them by morning.”