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That day, Jordan knew immediately that something was wrong.
And she knew it wasn't because of malicious glances, sudden attacks from behind, or strange comments directed at her, which was the norm. No, what led her to that conclusion was the fact that Gold Ship walked past her in the hallway without even looking up from the floor. Not a glance, not one of those pointless comments like – "My legs are shaking, wanting to hit something!" – absolutely nothing.
Jordan stopped, watching Gold Ship’s broad back silently disappear down the corridor. And while thousand of thoughts raced through her mind, all she could manage to do was call out to her:
“Gold Ship!” — The tall butch finally seems to snap out of her reverie, turning around to face Jordan. Her magenta eyes widened in surprise at the sight of her rival.
“Oh. It’s you.” — Gold Ship smiled idiotically, the typical gesture she’d usually use with Jordan whenever the opportunity arose, as if she were a mere dirty, cheap toy. — “Sorry, I didn’t see you down there.”
Any sane person would think Jordan shouldn't accept that kind of treatment; violent, vile and degrading – Everything Gold Ship would never be to her girlfriend and wouldn’t think twice to use against her. But the truth was different. A single stupid, arrogant smile from her ex-girlboyfriend was enough to send a tingling anticipation through Jordan’s stomach, mocking her dignity.
And seeing Gold Ship standing before her, taking two steps in her direction and eyeing her suspiciously, she was sure this time wouldn’t be any different.
Jordan backed away, the adrenaline hitting her stomach hard. Her eyes darted away in annoyance, feeling foolish and weak, just like every time she spoke to the personification of idiotic.
“What the hell is wrong with you today?” — She asked, crossing her arms, trying her best not to seem too interested but failing miserably, while Gold Ship tilted his head to the side, observing her attentively.
“Why do you suddenly care?” — Gold Ship snapped, igniting that playful spark within Jordan. Seeing Gold Ship annoyed was always not only amusing but also exciting to her.
“No way! McQueen finally got fed up with you and dumped your sorry ass for someone else!” — That was actually just Jōhana trying to get into his skin. A three-point shot launched from the moon.
But Gold Ship’s eyes darkened at those words. – Bingo! – She thought triumphantly. It was about McQueen after all. — “I knew it, it was only a matter of time, you're just, like, the worst, on Godnesses.” — Jordan shrugged. — “Nobody can put up with you for long, dumbass… Except for me, of course.” — The girl with pigtails smiled smugly, enjoying every second of her ex's distraught expression.
Gold Ship seemed about to respond, but something behind Jordan stopped her in her tracks. Jordan turned around and found McQueen, who walked past her, bowing slightly before standing next to Gold Ship, whispering something quickly, taking the tall stallion’s hand, and walking away.
Jordan watched them leave, not missing the fleeting glance that the young Mejiro gave her before disappearing around the corner followed by a silent Gold Ship.
That McQueen didn’t trust her was nothing new to Jōhana. To be honest, she wouldn’t be entirely comfortable in McQueen’s situation either.
The difference was that McQueen was polite and reticent, because if Jordan saw another girl talking to her butch boyfriend, she would start a fight right away.
Which, by the way, happened in the past between her and Gerasim.
The girl with pigtails was unaware of the details of Gold Ship and McQueen’s relationship, but knowing the other mare, and how uptight the Mejiro was, Jordan doubted that girl could make Gold Ship come as hard as she herself made her back when they were together.
The thought made her break into an amused little smile and some giggles. Determined that she needed to know more and… Who knows~? Maybe get some fun out of it all.
So, she hurried after them, careful not to be discovered and have to explain herself.
McQueen led Gold Ship to a more secluded spot near the racetrack and surrounded by trees that made it difficult for them to be seen.
“I need you to stop acting like this.” — McQueen began, her voice weary. — “How many times do I have to repeat that nothing’s going on between Teio and me?”
“Tell her that.” — Gold Ship spat, clearly jealous. — “She calls you all the time and follows you around all day like she doesn’t have any other friends. I’m not that stupid, I know what I see.”
McQueen looked visibly more tense as Gold Ship spoke. Her hands trembled slightly at her chest, both tightly clasped together. She obviously wasn’t used to dealing with this kind of situation.
“Because we’re friends! Friends act like that, Gerasim!” — McQueen couldn't help but call him by his real name and raise her voice, not understanding why her lover was being so unreasonable about it.
Gold Ship bends his torso and puts his hands in his head, straightening up in a mute scream, swaying around as if he’s disoriented. Weirdo as always, but at least she's not being loud.
Jordan, hidden behind the trees, leaned over with interest, inwardly feeling sorry for McQueen. Poor girl, she was too innocent for her own good.
Anyone who saw how Teio moved around the academy behind McQueen and heard the way she talked to her, would realize the obvious. Everyone but McQueen.
After finishing tweaking, Gold Ship snorted sarcastically. — “You’re sooo naive, Mackie.” — She replied, unknowingly echoing Jordan’s thoughts.
McQueen remained silent for a few seconds, the hurt expression on her face quickly shifting to a serious one. — “Don’t treat me like a little girl. I can take care of myself. I’m not five years old for you to walk around telling me what I can and can’t do!”
“I never said that!” — Gold Ship’s frustration was growing. — “Teio obviously wants something with you, and I’m supposed to giggle and explode?!”
“Teio is my best friend and my rival… Nothing more.” — She repeated, this time with a clear tremor in her voice, which sounded pathetic to Jordan, who rolled her eyes at those words. — “I just want my best friend and my boyfriend by my side, is that really so hard?” — Her ears drooped, her lavender eyes were tired and sad, seemingly having completely lost the harshness she’d displayed just seconds before.
Gold Ship’s expression was that of a dog with his tail between his legs, regretting her outburst. — “How damn stupid.” — The hidden girl muttered to herself. There she was again, falling so easily for that Mejiro. And she still had the nerve to think she was smarter than everyone else.
Jordan was sure Gold Ship would end up on her knees begging for forgiveness any minute now. She sighed in disappointment, believing nothing interesting could happen at that point, until McQueen received a call.
Gold Ship looked at her girlfriend, silently asking her who was. The girl picked up her phone checking the screen and from the expression on her face, Gold Ship knew instantly.
“We’re in the middle of an important conversation here.” — Gold Ship said. — “She can wait.” — McQueen looked visibly conflicted. Her hand gripped her phone tightly, her gaze fixed on the floor.
“She must be worried about me…”
“For my dad's beard, Makwein! Can you-” — She broke off mid-sentence as she saw a third figure approaching.
“McQueen-chan!” — Teio arrived beside them, standing next to her friend, worried and breathless. She had been looking for McQueen for quite some time by now. — “Are you okay? You weren’t answering my messages, so I came to find you…” — She locked eyes with Gold Ship, as if she’d just realized she was there.
Jordan smiled, unable to resist the sight of Gold Ship’s exaggeratedly tense jaw, inwardly thanking Teio for her uncalled arrival. The flexed muscles under the social shirt of the academy's alternate uniform, her height, dangerous and tense posture, only served to ignite Jordan’s desire. It was a shame that all that was lost in a rich, spoiled girl with no idea of what was truly good.
“I’m fine, Teio.” — McQueen assured. — “This is just a small misunderstanding.” — She looked at her boyfriend, pleading with her eyes for him to end it all. Teio was not convinced at all, moving closer and taking McQueen’s shoulder in one of her hands, in a clear gesture of support.
“Hey colt, can you give us some space? Like, with you flying to the moon, maybe.” — Gold Ship said irritably but also in her natural jester self. Of course the hand gesture did not go unnoticed by him.
“McQueen says she’s okay, but I know she’s lying!” — Teio snapped, tightening her grip on McQueen. — “I don't know what you did to her now, but I’m not leaving her alone with you!”
Jordan was just as surprised as Gold Ship by the audacity of these words. She bit her lip, feeling that at any moment this could end very badly.
“Please, Teio, it’s not like that…” — McQueen said, taking Teio’s hand from her shoulder and pulling it away.
Gold Ship took advantage of that moment to approach, and in two strides was beside them both, towering above the two girls and looking down at Teio. — “Yeah! So, will you leave us alone now… Or not?”— He didn’t say it raising his voice or in a violent way; on the contrary. The calmness in Gerasim’s voice was unsettling and definitely not usual for the chaotic equine. And if Teio had taken what was before her for what it truly was –a cold warning – she would never have dared to cross that line. But she did.
When Gold Ship gently took McQueen’s hand, wanting to lead her away from there and from Teio, the younger decided she wasn’t going to let that happen, trying once again to grab McQueen’s shoulder.
In only three seconds, the younger girl was on the ground, looking disoriented. Physically unharmed, but lost.
The kick was purely instinctual, she didn't think before doing it. But was powerful enough to unbalance Teio's body to fall backward.
McQueen turned to Gold Ship, annoyed and shocked. — “Gerasim?! Why did you do that?!” — She exclaimed, not even noticing that she was using his real name around another person and this being Teio of all people.
She rushes to help her friend on the ground, her eyes heavy with disappointment and sadness.
“I- I'm sorry…” — Gold Ship murmured, rushing to help Teio too.
“D-Do not touch me!” — she yelled, scared, causing him to freeze.
Jordan, from where she was, could see the Mejiro wipe away her tears before turning her attention completely back to Teio, helping her best friend to stand up and asking her if she was okay.
Meanwhile Gold Ship just stood there, hating herself, her magenta eyes weakening in defeat. She gave her girlfriend one last look, filled with shame. McQueen opened her mouth, about to say something, but Gold Ship was faster:
“Makwein, I just… I didn’t mean to hurt her!” — She sounded desperate. — “I swear…”
“We’ll talk later.” — McQueen said with finality without looking at the taller girl, as she began to walk away with Teio.
Jordan watched as the two of them left, leaving Gold Ship behind, ashamed and furious. Mostly furious.That was the sigh Jordan needed, her mind was already formulating a plan that would culminate in a satisfying night for both of them.
She left her hiding place with a triumphant smile.
[...]
She practically spent the rest of the day trotting around the academy over what she had found out.
Jōhana made sure to take all her classes one after the other so she could have the later afternoon off. It's not like she had been paying attention to them though. Her mind was busier with flashes of Gerasim's serious and angry expressions and her defined muscles against the vest uniform.
Even her besties noticed how excited she was about something on the lunch break. Obviously, even though they were her friends, she would never tell them she was going to seduce her ex-butch to cheat on his current girlfriend.
So her lie was that she was excited about some sales at the mall that would happen on the weekend. And, of course she knew what she was about to do was bad. She just... Didn't really care. Like. At all. Period.
If that rich, nerd girl wasn't going to enjoy that big, hunk stallion she has, then Jordan will do it for her.
She returned to her dorm room, literally bumping into her roommate.
"Ouchy! Sorry, Jordan!” — Winning Ticket said with her eyes closed while massaging her own forehead. Her red beanie was now crooked.
“... Whatever, Tickezo." — Jōhana murmured, also massaging her own head as she entered the room. She noticed the other girl wasn't wearing the uniform, but casual clothes. — "Are you going out tonight?"
"Yeah! I have a date–I mean! Watching a movie with Biwa and Taishin at the cinema... Not a date, ha ha!”
One of Jōhana's ears twitched hearing that; who would have thought Winning Ticket was greedy enough to have two girlfriends?
Oh, who cares? She was about to try sleeping with her ex, whom she didn't even like. Her roommate was doing better than her, for real.
Winning Ticket said her bye-byes before closing the door behind her, leaving Jordan alone. She hurried over to her dresser, grabbing a towel and her razor before heading to the bathroom.
Under the hot water, she made sure to shave just enough hair so that none would peek out from under the thong; after all, she knew how much Gerasim liked it that way.
Back in the room, she decided to wear her new blue lingerie set.
Covering her curves with a perfect fic, the bra accentuated her cleavage, making her breast look rounder and fuller, while the sheer thong offered a glimpse of her pussy. Jōhana may not have Hayahide’s or Ramonu’s body type, but she knew how to make every part and curve of her own body very tempting to the butches of the academy. – A courtesy of being good friends with Gold City, of course. – Next, were the stockings, which slid smoothly over her skin to mid-thigh, she was hoping Gerasim wouldn't ruin such an attire too soon.
She didn't tie her hair up again, letting it cascade down her back the way her ex was crazy about it. And now that she was thinking about it, he sure must have a thing for long hair mares…
Oh, that stallion wouldn't stop drooling over her.
She also chose a new set of red nails – Gerasim's favorite color – long enough to leave marks on anyone’s skin with enough force. She tested it by sliding her fingers over the smooth skin of her arm, feeling the nails drag and scrape. She was dying to try them on her ex’s tough skin.
She took her cell phone, searching for his contact, unblocking the number once again. How many times had she blocked – only to press unblock two days later – that same number in the last few months?
She lay down in her bed and began to text:
“Still upset? Or have you made up with that boring girlfriend of yours?” — She waited. Three dots appeared in less than a minute, making her snort.
“Damn bluey, your ass reek of desperation!” — Her ex replied. — “Don’t u have any straps to suck tonight? Anything to keep your tits calm?” — Jōhana frowned at that comment.
“I’m doing pretty well, mind u.” — She thinks for a bit, then starts viciously texting. — “I can get all the dates I want whenever I want… But u, besides your girl’s spoiled, bland pussy, what u get????”
“I don't need it. She's the best girl I ever met, unlike your shallow ass.”
“Oooh, I bet she is!! Ur pretty princess that prefers to spend her time around midgets with broken legs than u.
At least I never put u in second place,,, did I, Golshi?”
The demeaning response this time was taking longer to arrive. The three dots kept appearing and disappearing, so she decided to help him a little bit.
She sat on the bed and raised her arm above her head, preparing to take a picture of her cleavage. She slipped her free arm under her breast to push them together and send the pic.
“Here’s a little present for ur sorry ass, bc yk I never was a bad girlfriend for u, jerkass.”
“You really want to do this, uh? I’m guessing Tickezo is not with u.”
“She just left, I’m pretty lonely rn :( yes,,,” — She took a second pic, this time focusing on her pouting face and the long brown hair that fell in soft waves over her shoulders. She text below the photo. — “Come on, big boy,,, I can give u some love while ur gf is too busy with Teio. I saw what happened, u did nothing wrong </3.”
“I KNEW IT SOMEONE WAS THERE!! MY GOLSHI RADAR NEVER FALLS!!!”
Jōhana stopped staring at her screen to roll her eyes and sigh. Remembering one of the biggest reasons why they broke up.
“Omg bro,,, U ruined the vibe. Yk what? Nvm.”
“I'm in front of your room.”
The mare's blue eyes stared at the last message for long seconds, taking a while for it to sink in. — “What?!” — She shouted, practically jumping out of bed. — “There's no way-” — She opened the door and there she was. That big, weird stallion standing there.
“Blueey…” — The rare serious voice said, and her tail wagged in response. — “You shouldn't have sent those photos to me. That-was-naughty.” — Gerasim walked into his ex's room, making her step back until he managed to close the door behind him. She wasn't entirely serious; her playful tone remained, but her narrowed magenta eyes were luxurious, checking the mare out from head to hoof.
“Y-Yeah...?” — A sudden wave of shyness hits Jōhana, but she still holds back. — “What are you going to do about-” — Gerasim interrupts her by hugging her around the waist and lifting her off the floor. He kissed her hungrily, with a little touch of longing on top.
Her legs naturally hugged around the stallion's strong torso, and so did her arms at the back of his head. She felt his large hands slide down and squeeze her ass hard, just like she did when they were dating.
The mare moaned, and Gerasim bit and pulled at her lower lip, gasping after breaking the kiss.
“You're pretty like an apple, bluey…” — He said, licking the corner of her mouth. Jōhana huffed in annoyance.
“Stop calling me- Ah!” — She screamed as she felt the hard slap on her ass, arching her back and hugging her ex's neck tighter, who had a smug smile before literally throwing her onto her bed. — “Brute!” — Jōhana yells at him, but she spreads her legs in a clear invitation. Gerasim acts as if she hasn't heard anything, hovering over her and bending down to sniff her neck. She makes it even easier for him by turning her face, shivering as she feels her nose move up and down her skin, along with licks and small bites that make her ears tremble.
“And you smell so nice too…” — The albino butch said, his warm breath against her neck, sucking her skin into a hickey between his lips.
Jōhana moaned, her neck was her weak spot. She gripped her broad, strong shoulders firmly.
“D-Don't mark me, you weirdo!” — She said before biting her chin in revenge. Gerasim snorted through his nostrils, his long white hair falling over his shoulders and back, making him even more handsome.
“Don’t be soft like a mochi then!” — She teased, biting her lower lip again before slipping her tongue into her mouth in a sloppy, messy kiss.
Jōhana hugs her even tighter, moaning between the smacking sounds and panting against her face.
“I can't believe I missed you this much…” — She admits, opening her blue eyes and meeting his magenta ones.
“... Me too.” — Gerasim whispers like a secret, her ears drooping in shame and guilt, but his ex was very happy to hear that, her tail wagging against the bed. Knowing that she still had a little power over him, made her even more wet, and she knew Gerasim could smell that.
He pulls at the thin straps of her embroidered bra before pulling down the center gore with his index finger, leaving her breasts out.
Her light brown nipples were erect, and Jōhana moaned as his large hand cups her easily, humming as he does.
“Mm… Golshiii…”
Gerasim always had something for mares with small pointy tits. However, hers were a little bigger than McQueen's, so another point for her! Not only was her hair long when it fell freely, but every curve of her body seemed to be tailor-made to his tastes, and a pleased smile appeared on her pretty face at the realization.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt his warm tongue sucking on her nipple, while rudely squeezing the other one. Jōhana moaned again, shifting against the bed, her legs trembling, hugging her ex’s head and holding her there.
She missed this, missed him playing with and holding her breasts, he used to do it all the time, sometimes even in public, where no one else could see Jōhana open her legs in the careless way she used to do. Of course she’d not say “no” to Gerasim. Denying her was always difficult, especially with those puppy eyes, and in exchange he would fuck her just right and good, rough and hard. And McQueen… Well, certainly wouldn't let him do none of that.
Gerasim pinched and flicked his ex's sensitive nipple while hungrily sucking on the other’s areola, feeling the shorter girl quivering like a leaf beneath her.
"I don't smell anyone on you." — Gerasim said, finally releasing Jōhana's breast. The strands of saliva still clung to her, as she lifted her flushed face.
"...H-Huh?" — The mare looked down at him. Damn it, he's so cute.
"You said you can have all the dates you wanted, but you don't smell like anyone~" — He teases his ex, narrowing her eyes, her legs swinging as if she were gossiping, giggling right after.
Jōhana's face grows even redder, but this time with anger. That idiot... She should kick him hard!
“I-I said I can have it whenever I want, and I don't want to!” — She nudges the stallion's broad face, whose eyes are smugly closed.
“Worry not! The wondrous golden knight, Gold Ship, shall saveth the lonely maiden…” — She said gallantly, rising onto the bed while pulling a confused Jōhana by the hips.
“Excuse me?! I'm not lonely-” — She's interrupted by a tearing sound. The stallion rips her thong in seconds, leaving her wet pussy exposed. — “M-My new panties! You ogre- Ah!” — The mare moans and arches her back as she feels her ex sucking her pussy with hunger.
The stallion used his hands to keep Jōhana hips pressed against the bed, sucking hard on her clit, while looking at her eyes.
She returned her gaze in a challenging way, unable to hold it for long, as Gerasim slowly began to lick her pussy describing circles around her clit. The girl holds her breath, trusting her hips forward, futilely searching for his long tongue.
Her hands began tugging at her ex’s sweater uniform, urging her to take it off immediately. She missed the sight of the well-defined, firm muscles far too long. And Gerasim – sometimes a gentle butch – gave in to her desire.
It had been a while since they’d last hooked up, but Jōhana was sure her ex must be in better shape than before. If that is possible.
Saliva pooled in her mouth at the sight, and her soaked cunt trembled with need as the albino sat up on her knees and threw her purple vest aside, loosening and removing the tie before opening the buttons of the white social shirt. Giving Jōhana a clear image of the strong abdomen, big breast and the small bulge already formed in her pants.
“Hard already?” — She smiled with satisfaction — “You really miss me that much, huh?”
The stallion licked his lips, grabbed the edge of his pants and pulled them down, leaving him in his white boxers. The fabric had a wet stain in the area of his bulge — “Duh. I wouldn't be here if I don't.” — And then he descended again, thirstier than before, with long and deep licks on her slit, occasionally nibbling at the skin and tugging at it.
— “Ah!” — Jōhana cried, jerking her hips and reveling in the tip of his nose against her clit. The pressure in her belly intensified as the heat from her stomach rapidly spread throughout her body, coating her in a glycerin layer of sweat.
And they were only just getting started.
Suddenly she felt the careless intrusion of two long, thick fingers inside her and, in an instant, what seemed to be a gush of fluid came from her cunt.
Gerasim moved her fingers inside her, curving them. She inhaled deeply, taking her time and closing her eyes, while the wet scent emanating from the cunt, assaulted her nostrils. She sighed audibly before attacking the clit again with her mouth.
Jōhana's back arched and her legs spread wider. The wet sound Gerasim made as she devoured her pussy, along with hard thrusting of her fingers, mingled with the girl’s moans.
Anyone passing by outside the room would be able to hear them at this point, and the thought made Jordan grip the sheets tightly, loving the fingers going in and out and looking at Gerasim with a smile on her face before her first orgasm hit her hard.
She moved her mouth away from her clit and fucked her through her orgasm, using her thumb to tease the small nerve ending.
“A-Ah! Stop it!” — Jōhana's voice faltered as sweat pooled between her breasts and crotch. Her overstimulated clit seemed to burn beneath the albino’s touch.
Gerasim sat up, revealing the trail of juices that Jōhana's pussy had left around her mouth and nose.
“Damn, bluey… I'm sure missed your taste.” — The albino wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and licked the remaining wetness off her fingers. The mare just lay back, closing her eyes and trying to calm her ragged breathing.
Thousands of memories flooded her mind, hitting her with the nostalgia of something that was never meant to be. Sex was never the problem for them; it was their nature. The reality of two clashing personalities is that, even if they knew how to blend together driven by desire, their connection would never go any further. It didn’t have what it took to reach that. Gerasim is crazy, literally. Unpredictable, who does what she wants, when she wants, and pulls anyone she wants along with her, with or without their consent and without caring what people think.
Jōhana likes attention too, but only if it's positive. It's not that she thinks she's better than anyone else, but she wants to be known as the cool, popular, and trendy girl of the academy, not as the weirdo's girlfriend. She's at least self-aware that she's not the brightest of the equines, and tends to trust Gerasim's words too easy without any grate of salt, which has gotten her into trouble a few times or caused embarrassment that would end up in a fight where she was the only one yelling because her boyfriend preferred to play shogi... Against herself.
No matter how much Jōhana wanted things to be different, they just can't work.
She had accepted it, or at least, she had thought she had because the slight pain in her chest told her otherwise.
“The hell… I don't care.” — She muttered under her breath, annoyed with herself for getting distracted by stupid things in the middle of a nice hook up. She hadn’t devoured that dick and pussy or got penetrated yet, like, there are better things to focus on right now.
She got more mad hearing a confused ”huh” coming from him.
Unable to restrain herself much longer, she stretched out one of her hooves, pressing it directly against his bulge, causing the butch to let out a surprised gasp. The albino grabbed her ankle, trying to push it away, only for her to press harder.
"This is for all the times you messed with me! You loser!” — She knew Gerasim was enjoying it; she could feel the strong grip on her ankle holding her in place, and the growing hardness of her penis.
“Damn, those feisty acts of yours are worse than before, bluey.”
“Shut up! You think just because you're big, or just because you won some races against me you can do whatever you want with me?!” — Jōhana shouted back with feigned indignation, secretly enjoying every second of their exchange.
She gave it one last push with her hoof, trying to destabilize Gerasim enough to tease her a little. And she succeeded; She had to flail her arms in the air to regain her balance and avoid falling.
“Hooo boy, you want to piss me off so bad…” — Gerasim laughed before lunging forward, positioning herself between Jōhana’s legs and pressing her hardness directly against her soaked pussy. The wetness and warmness was welcoming, the mare just knew the albino was able to feel her even with the fabric of her boxers in between.
"It's not like you know how to use that anymore, you mutt!” — For added emphasis, she thrust her hips up letting out a low moan. Her hands slid down the stallion’s arms and shoulders, one around her neck, while the other went down the albino’s side, taking the edge of the boxer in her fingers and pulling the elastic.
She felt his hot penis spring up and slam against her pussy, and her fingers became sticky with the thick fluids that were coming out of his pussy as well. And by the Goddesses, how she missed those fat six inches of Gerasim.
“So, can I prove you wrong then?” — The femme feels his long tongue lick her flushed cheek, he looks into her eyes with that puppy-dog look, ears slightly flattened and all! — “... Please?”
Please?! When had Gerasim ever asked her nicely for anything, of all people?!
This is surely a result of his relationship with McQueen, and even though she would never admit it out loud, the girl did train him well, something that she knows she couldn't ever do.
“I mean, sure, you can try-” — Jōhana couldn't even finish; the butch pushed himself inside her, and since she was wet, especially from her own orgasm, it helped her slide in more easily, the only ‘problem’ being his thickness. “Ahh~” — She closes her eyes and leans her head against the bed, arching her back again and scratching Gerasim's strong bicep.
“Hell yeah…” — The taller equine murmured between a groan from the sting of the scratch and the warm, wet tightness of her ex's pussy, licking the sweat from her own lip. — “Take me just like that, bluey... I missed you so much…”
His thrusts were reckless, not even giving Jōhana time to get used to him inside her, looking at her with those narrowed eyes and the tip of her tongue hanging out of his mouth. This was nothing new; he had always been like this during the coitus, as soon as she notices there is no pain, Gerasim simply goes the way she wants to, and Jōhana really doubted that not even his new girlfriend could fix that.
The rapid back-and-forth motion of his hips was strong enough to make the bed shake and bang against the wall. Another feeling of nostalgia that made her grip his broad shoulders as her crossed legs along her torso encouraged her to go deeper.
“Haah… Aaah! G-Golshi!” — The mare felt completely full, full in a way that none of her sex toys could make her feel, and that only made her more irritated and jealous by the fact that they couldn't be together anymore. — “Ha-Harder! More!” — She closes her eyes as she grips the stallion's white hair, scratching his shoulders and pushing herself against his thrusts.
She squirted, making his cock even more slippery, and she could also smell Gerasim's squirting scent on her bed. That strong, musky smell of hers would linger on her bed for weeks, maybe even months, no matter how much she washed, and Jōhana didn't know whether to be happy about it or annoyed. In truth, she couldn't think at all that it wasn't that fat cock that she missed so much.
“You're so tight... It feels like you were waiting for me like a nail waits for a hammer…” — Gerasim said to her after bending her torso down to kiss her again, the sweat from his moonlit pale skin dripping against hers. Jōhana bit the butch's lower lip hard and pulled her hair back.
“Ca-Can you stop talking nonsense?! We're having sex here!” — And in response, Gerasim moved harder while Jōhana squeezed her eyes shut as her moans mingled with the creaking of the bed. Her nails, digging deep into the albino’s arm, were buried just enough for small drops of blood to escape.
She adjusted her legs, squeezing his hips tightly and feeling the second orgasm begin to form and press against her belly. Her own movements seemed dissonant against Gerasim's, knowing she was close and desperate to come, her mouth begged her ex to continue, not to stop. There was no synchronicity, no beauty, no calculation in the way their bodies collided.
It was just desire, superficial and vain. Like everything about their relationship.
So why would she expect anything else? Especially from him.
When her orgasm was imminent, and the pressure of her own insides told Gerasim that she was about to come, the tall one didn’t hesitate to stop completely, ignoring Jōhana writhing hips and screams, pulling the fat cock out in one callous motion.
“Turn around.” — And Jōhana, breathless and with a hateful expression, did as she was told. She spun around, propping herself up on her elbows, lifting her ass in the air only to receive a sharp slap.
“Ah!” — The scream-moan was partially silenced as her face hid in her arms. The stinging spread across the area as Gerasim delivered another slap, followed by a third one.
Jōhana arched her back, spreading her legs wider and revealing the dripping wetness of her pussy. The fourth slap echoed through the room, making the girl’s entire body tremble from the force of the blow.
“I love when your skin is all red, it makes me wanna bite you so bad!” — Gerasim spoke, massaging the aching flesh, before striking again. The mare hoof lifted, writhing in pain.
She was enjoying it immensely.
She glanced over her shoulder at him, who was settling into her entrance again, ready to penetrate her. The tip slid along her slit, teasing her.
“You are such a mess…” — The albino moved her member along the wetness — “So sexy, naughty, but also… Well-behaved.” — She aligned herself with Jōhana but did nothing more; she didn’t move. — “Show me how much you want this.”
There was no love, only a challenge in those words. And she knew it, she was very much aware of it. But that didn’t stop something inside her from igniting with rage, accepting the challenge almost without thinking. It was Makwein's fault, of course. Like everything now about Gerasim.
But just like this, as a cruel joke, his phone rang just inches away from them, she knew from the ringtone it wasn’t hers.
Gerasim bent down enough to pick it up from the pile of clothes scattered on the floor.
“Mackie…” — She murmured, distracted for a few seconds. It was as if a lightning bolt had struck her, shaking her mind and bringing back part of her clouded consciousness – How she was messing everything up with Makwein, the only girl Gerasim would give the whole world for, if she asked it. –
But it wouldn’t be that easy to stop now. No. Jōhana will not let it. If he starts something with her, he'd better finish it. And with that in mind, she shook her hips against Gerasim's, impaling herself shamelessly with renewed rage and jealousy.
The unexpected movement of her ex, caused the taller girl to drop her phone and let out a loud groan.
“You are w-with me right n-now…” — She demanded, annoyed, and made sure that every internal muscle crushed that stupid dick as best as possible. — “Don't you dare bring your other mare while you're here. I won't allow it! You're mine too!” — Jōhana yelled at her, feeling a possessiveness she'd never thought she was capable of over someone like him. She huffed loudly through her nostrils, her ears curling in clear sign of anger, and her thick curly tail slapped the butch's face.
“You came to my room, you still like me! It's not my fault! It's yours!" — She punches her own bed as she pushes herself against him again, but now it is slow and hard as she looks at him over her shoulder, her long hair obscuring her view. Gerasim pulsed inside her, and his ears drooped in submission. She was right after all.
He didn’t dare look at the phone this time.
Gerasim's big hands gripped her hips, meeting Jōhana halfway there. He was no longer in control, and he knew it. As he also wasn't putting any effort into making her stop or go faster, let her do it at her own pace.
“I hate you! You're the worst! The worst!” — She turned her face forward, refusing to look at the stallion as she felt tears welling up in her eyes. Great, she was ruining her own makeup without even knowing why she was crying. Gerasim was there, having sex with her again, so why... Was her heart aching? Why was she feeling so miserable?
In the background the phone kept ringing.
“I was never enough for you, was I?! I know that! You treat her like you never treated me, you big jerk!” — She stopped. Not moving anymore, just crying and sobbing. So uncool and pathetic. — "W-Why you don't love me…?”
That day, he had already hurt Makwein because of his jealousy, and now he was hurting Jōhana too. Even unintentionally since he didn't know that her feelings for him were still so strong.
Wow. The mighty Golshi really was a big jerk, huh?
“... I do love you.” — Gerasim said, with a calmness and seriousness that she herself disliked but knew was necessary. It wasn't a lie, she still loved her, wanted to protect her, do pranks and have fun together, but... She didn't see a future together, nor anything to fight for like he saw with Makwein. Makwein will be the girl he will marry after their retirement as racers, still... She wouldn't leave Jōhana alone until she knew someone worthy would take care of her as she deserved. Better than he could ever do.
Jōhana calmed down a little, sniffling and looking at him with her big, bright blue eyes.
"But… Not like her..." — She said, feeling his hand brush her long brown hair away from her face, and he bent down to lick her wet cheek slowly with his big tongue.
"No. But I do love you. A lot." — Gerasim assured her. His hips moved to withdraw, but the femme quickly put her hand on his face.
"D-Don't take it out. I want to keep going..." — She pleaded, getting lost in his puppy-dog eyes and kissing him slowly.
She moved again, this time calmly at first, sliding to the bottom in steady movements and building Jōhana’s desire once more.
The phone rang again, but this time neither of them acknowledged it. The seconds ticked by, slow and tedious as their breathing grew heavier. Jōhana could feel and hear Gerasim right above her neck, as the tall butch leaned down, pressing her big breasts against the smaller girl's skin, and supporting most of her weight on her arms.
The two were silent, with only sighs and moans being exchanged between them. It was odd. Any strange magic that had been present before, completely gone by now, leaving only a painful emptiness in their stomachs… And the same hurtful doubt about why they couldn't work out as a couple.
That damn phone kept ringing, and Jōhana swore that not a single muscle in Gerasim's body didn’t tense up, so by using her own hips, the brunette urged the stallion above to pick up the pace.
And Gerasim did. Like someone who hesitates, but then seems to be running a race, desperate to finish, not win, but just finish. Finish inside Jōhana. Finish and leave, so he don't torture the poor girl anymore.
To leave where?
The phone rang, omnipotent.
Gerasim rested her forehead against the base of Jōhana’s neck. The wet sounds of her hips slapping the ass of the girl beneath her, were incessant. Her large and hard nipples pressed the girl’s back, stimulating them both.
“I-I'm… Coming.” — The butch spoke against her sweaty and flushed skin, putting every fiber of the girl’s body on alert. Jōhana hid her face in his big arms, preparing herself for what was to come, knowing she was defeated long ago. Despite everything, she likes it. She likes his attention, being with him, whether like this or when he's being the usual idiot prankster he always is.
She can't stop loving him, and that's the worst.
“Just do it inside…” — There was no fighting or insolence in that phrase. Only the desire for it to be over, so that her heart will stop hurting, and she will stop thinking. She was never good at thinking, she's not a smart one and she knows it.
Gerasim ejaculated inside her, not much as usual, but dense. As far as she knew after her last appointment with her endocrinologist, her semen was still infertile, so she had no concerns about pulling it out. He clutches the sheets tightly, her hips moving almost on their own, pushing Jōhana towards her own bittersweet orgasm. The feeling she’d been missing so much lately those months – She repeated to herself. –
The spasms in her count were delicious, pleasurable, just as she remembered. Gerasim tick cock, as always, filled every part perfectly, pressing every spot. It was impossible not to enjoy it.
They both remained there, still, catching their breath.
Out of the corner of her eye, she observed the unpleasant device, which had previously fallen to the ground, and as if the thing had sensed her gaze, the screen lit up again. Jōhana sighed.
Her position changed again, raising herself up on his hands, pushing him slightly backward, and sitting in his lap, feeling him cupping her breast once more, but now so gentle that it didn't even feel like it was him.
The mare allowed herself a smile.
Gerasim rested her chin on her shoulder, feeling her hand slip into her white mane to caress her head. Her tail wagged almost happily against the bed.
Gerasim stroked her, with a faraway look in her eyes. Jōhana let herself fall into her ex’s strong arms, feeling the beating of her heart.
It was dark outside, but to be honest, she didn’t really care about the time. Not at that moment.
“Your phone.” — She finally said.
“What about it?” — Jōhana rolled her eyes at his stupid question.
“Aren’t you going to answer it?” — She asked back, feeling tired and even sleepy, though it wasn't even dinnertime at the cafeteria yet.
It was Gerasim who sighed this time. She pulled away from Jōhana and sat on the edge of the bed. She picked up her phone and looked at the screen, but didn’t call back her girlfriend. Instead, she placed the device on the nightstand next to the bed. Then stood up and began gathering her clothes, inadvertently giving the girl still in bed a full view of her back, buttocks and long tail.
“So… You are leaving now.” — It was not a question. Besides, there was no reason to stay; they weren't dating, and Tickezo would eventually come back later, and the last thing Jōhana wanted was for her friend and roommate to find out that she was her ex's other girl.
“Yeah, it's the best… It's getting late, and I also want to eat some of the rice scraps from the cafeteria pot before dinner.” – She answered while putting on and buttoning her white shirt. Jōhana tries but can't quite hold back a small laugh upon hearing her plans.
“And you don't want me to help you with that.” — Gerasim stopped abruptly, turning around and facing Jōhana, following the girl’s gaze as she stared at her naked crotch – At the clear trail of wetness escaping from his own slit.
The albino looked down, as if she were just realizing her condition. Her penis had already retracted, but it was obvious that another part of her still needed attention. She contemplated it. What difference did it make if she extended her stay a little longer? It wasn’t deleting anything that happened between them and it couldn’t make things any worse than they already were.
However, she shook her head.
“Nah… I'm gonna take care of it myself.”
“... Are you asking her to help you out?” — Jōhana asked, her hypocritical jealousy showing, she really wanted to know. Her blue eyes looked curiously at her ex, her legs pressed together, feeling the discomfort between them from her own wetness and Gerasim’s ejaculation.
“No. I need my me time more than anything else right now.” — Jōhana noticed her guilty expression, but decided not to say anything more, simply watching her get dressed, each movement executed automatically, taking her phone and putting it in her pants pocket.
The mare shrugged and got under the sheets, naked as she was and ready to sleep a little. She could manage to nap before Tickezo returned, and knowing her roommate, she certainly wouldn't be back before curfew. She just hopes she can wake up before the end of dinner time.
“Bye, bluey.” — That was the last thing she heard before the door opened and closed with a soft creak. She didn't bother to answer. The only consolation she had at that moment was the image of a tearful and repentant McQueen, unable to reach her gone girlboyfriend.
Jōhana smiled in her sleep.