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Bzz! Bzz!
Admire Groove paced around her dorm. She was absent from the world around her as she faced demon upon demon in her mind, each berating her with some novel method of repentance and torture. Her loss at the Oka Sho, and with it her chance at winning her first tiara, tormented her, sure. Worse still was her loss at the Oaks, yet again to the same incomprehensible umamusume she couldn't get out of her mind: Still in Love.
Bzz! Bzz!
Aruvu dug her nails into her opposite arm. She hated that anyone could make her feel so strongly, she hated that she couldn't stop feeling, and she hated that she couldn't do fucking anything about it! She pulled her hand away like a ripcord, leaving raised red marks in her nails' wake. It stung; not a lot, but enough to ground her in the moment. Air Groove and her trainer always told her it was a bad habit, and she was beyond certain Desire had mentioned it in more than one prayer. Guilt crept in through the cracks in her mind where her defenses lowered.
Bzz! Bzz!
Admire Groove groaned in frustration and kicked her bedpost about it, which fucking hurt, again, in a much less satisfying way than her intentional methods. She sat at the foot of her bed, sulking, massaging the developing bruise across the knuckles of her foot.
Bzz! Bzz!
There was no way she could train in this state, was there?
Bzz! Bzz!
"Goddesses, what?" Aruvu spat at her phone as it vibrated again. "So annoying..." she grumbled as she swiped it off her nightstand. Ah, the culprit: the dating app she downloaded earlier that evening. She'd almost forgotten how terribly she was dealing with her feelings earlier. Aruvu almost amused herself—imagining that she'd be so downtrodden as to actually let some horny stranger she'd never try to sleep with her was comical.
She swiped her thumb upward to unlock her phone, long-pressed on the icon to delete... and...
... well, what the hell, she could at least see what this stranger said. It could be entertaining.
[22:10] (Dominare): Damn those swimsuit pics are beautiful.
[22:12] (Dominare): Gorgeous hips, too. Your profile is practically teasing. I'm totally down to trade pics.
[22:14] (Dominare): You can call me Domi, if you want.
[22:15] (Dominare): So you're into board games, too? You should come over to my place some time. We could do whatever you want, y'know?
[22:15] (Dominare): I guess I assumed you're in Tokyo. It's just hard to find girls into cool things around here. Let alone into girls, haha...
[22:17] (Crystalline_): Did you even read my profile, or were you just ogling at my photos?
[22:17] (Dominare): Mostly ogling. You're easy on the eyes.
[22:17] (Dominare): So are you in Tokyo?
[22:19] (Crystalline_): I'll let you figure that out.
[22:19] (Crystalline_): If you're worth my while, I'm sure someone who's a "hardcore gamer" can find the answer herself.
[22:19] (Dominare): Oooh, so you read my profile? Already hooked, huh? ;)
Aruvu tossed her phone onto her pillow and buried her face in her hands. This girl was a fucking idiot. Bzz! Bzz! Her phone beckoned for her attention once again. She grabbed out of instinct.
[22:20] (Dominare): Ever been with an umamusume before? You look pretty strong, but I'd love to throw you around some time~
Admire Groove rolled her eyes. In this girl's defense, she had done an immaculate job hiding any identifying features in her photos; they were all very intentionally crafted to serve her purpose. Her face was out of the question. Her tail, of course, couldn't be visible; it was easily hidden with specific camera angles, anyway. Their icy blue hue might not have been a dead giveaway, but it would've been rather identifying to say the least. She showed off only the parts of her people needed to see in this little crevice of hell: her cleavage, her wide hips, and every piece of defined muscle her body had to offer. She wanted to feel superior to these horny freaks. She didn't care about "meeting people," be they friends or a means to an end.
Bzz! Bzz!
It seems some girls are too stupid to feel inferior.
[22:23] (Dominare): [img0526_222106.jpg]
Aruvu's icy exterior cracked in an imperceptible—yet vital—way when she opened the photo, like the tiniest grain of sand scratching a microchip. She stared at the image—a picture of Dominare from above, her t-shirt pulled above her admittedly massive chest, the hem of the thing held between her teeth behind an out-of-frame smirk. Her free arm, not holding the phone, scooped up her tits to present her intoxicating cleavage to the camera. What Admire Groove's eyes fell on instead—the thing that caused her breath to hitch when she noticed—was the unmistakable outline of Domi's cock straining against its prison, covered almost perfectly by what little fabric was she wore. It was pressed up against her pelvis, stretching her panties so tight that Aruvu swore she could see outline of every single vein.
Her heart was beating so fast. Since when did it do that off the turf? She clenched her thighs together. She grumbled nonsense to herself in frustration. She should just cum, delete the app... save the picture first, maybe... and get on with her life. Get on with her training. Her mouth watered; she wondered about how it smelled. Goddesses, her urges disgusted her.
[22:28] (Crystalline_): I suppose you deserve to know that I'm an umamusume myself...
[22:28] (Crystalline_): And yes, I'm in Tokyo.
She waited for a response for ages. She gave in; she double-texted. Oh how far the ice queen had fallen.
[22:29] (Crystalline_): ...There's no chance you're at Tracen... are you?
[22:30] (Dominare): Hahahaha, you really got reeled in just like that, huh?
[22:30] (Dominare): Maybe I don't want to hook up with someone who's that easy. ;D
[22:31] (Crystalline_): You talk a big game... and you're really going to back out just like that?
[22:31] (Crystalline_): What happened to throwing me around?
(Dominare is typing...)
Fuck it. She undid her belt buckle and pulled her pants down to her thighs, revealing a tiny black-lace g-string thong. It hid hardly anything—just how she liked. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it aside to show as much of her cleavage as she could before her impatience got the best of her. She snapped a pic in her wardrobe's mirror, cropped it, and sent it before Domi could finish her response.
[22:33] (Dominare): Tell you what, maybe we keep chatting for a bit and we'll see, cutie ;)
[22:33] (Crystalline_): [img0526_223213_crop.jpg]
[22:33] (Dominare):
[22:33] (Dominare): nvm
[22:33] (Dominare): ritto dorm 303
[22:33] (Crystalline_): Perfect.
Admire Groove flew out the door. Her mind raced with who this was; even though they lived in the same dorm, she still couldn't place who this girl was. She seemed almost too familiar—yet another red flag that should've had Aruvu pumping the brakes—but she was sure she had no real pre-existing relationship with this person. Her mouth watered, she swallowed hard. None of the girls who vied for her attention could be packing something like that. Heat washed over her and settled between her thighs.
Ritto #303's door was entirely undecorated. Aruvu had expected... well, something. A doormat, at least. It was late, and it was quiet, and she was failing horribly at calming her nerves. She never felt like this—she never felt nervous. She held her breath as she knocked.
"It's, uh, unlocked!"
She recognized that voice from somewhere. She pushed the door open slowly. The room smelled like clean linen and yesterday's incense. She hoped to which ever goddess cared most that this girl's roommate wasn't present, and that Desire wouldn't come looking for her, and she cursed whichever goddess cared least because Desire's devout habits wouldn't stop rubbing off on her.
Sitting across from the doorway was a girl of similar height and build to herself. Brown hair with silver accents and eyes a hazy gray that could almost be described as purple. She wore an oversized distressed sweater—designer, Admire Groove knew—draped to reveal one shoulder and the bra strap beneath it. She wore black shorts underneath the sweater and leg warmers, one of them falling down her calf from fidgeting.
"You—Rulership? I..."
"A-Aruvu???" Rulership panicked. "W— why— you— wh—"
Admire Groove decidedly ignored the Rulership's stammering. She needed to calm herself. She couldn't afford to be a mess like the girl unraveling herself in front of her—that was Rulership's daily routine. The stupid, annoying girl with the... large... assets... she was messaging—that girl turning out to be Rulership? Surprising, sure. The meltdown happening in real time? Not surprising. This is normal. Routine. Regular. Admire Groove calmed herself with those thoughts. Most importantly, she came here with a purpose, and it was not going to be ruined by her classmate's lack of social graces. She stepped inside the room and shut the door behind her.
"Well... do you still intend to go through with this, Dominare?" Admire Groove stepped up before her disgraced suitor. She hated the way Rulership acted when things don't go her way; her voice carried an edge to it that challenged Rura and dared her to back down.
"Seriously? We CAN'T do this! Imagine what Air Groove would say!"
"What, you'd... tell her?" Aruvu cocked an eyebrow. "Besides... why would we care? I'm here for a purpose, as are you." She undid the first button on her blouse. "You wanted to throw me around... yes?"
"Wh-nn-..." Rulership was practically tearing up, entirely unrecognizable as her domineering online persona. "Aruvuuuu... I just feel like it'd be too weird! It's so weird to hook up with people you... y'know... know!"
Admire Groove rolled her eyes. "It is decidedly not weird to hook up with people you know." She massaged her temples as she felt a headache coming on. Rulership was always like this: so annoying. "Surely you've had more than a one-night-stand with a stranger."
Rulership couldn't meet Admire Groove's gaze. She bunched her hands into her lap, looking away in shame. She looked like a pouting kid who got in trouble to swearing at school.
Aruvu continued: "....Surely you've done anything with anyone."
Rulership took too long to answer.
"Goddesses above, you're so... annoying, Rura," she growled. Hungrily. "So you just go around leading girls on, is that the game?" Anger rose in her voice.
"No! Hey! No!" Rulership protested. "I mean everything I say!" She stood up and finally looked Admire Groove in the eye. She managed to keep this eye contact up for an entire quarter-second before she elaborated, "... I just don't usually get... many matches..."
"You really need your hand held for everything except games, don't you?" Admire Groove looked her over. The fact that Rulership made her feel anything at all captivated her; she just truly wished that feeling was anything except ire and annoyance. She stepped closer and crossed her arms. Luckily for Rulership, Aruvu adored the sight of her classmate in such an unabashedly pathetic state. "Are we going to fuck, or no?"
"You really want to?" Rulership's eyes sparkled with hope. "I-I just, uh, y-yeah," she stammered, smiling. "So, uh... g-get on your knees, for me, kit—"
Admire groove cut her off with a shove backward. Rulership flailed as she fell backwards into her bed with a prominent flop. "Absolutely not." She efficiently dealt with the buttons on her top; she shivered as she tossed it to the vacant bed, now exposed to the cold air. Rulership stared with her mouth agape at Admire Groove's bare chest. She was so captivated; it made Admire Groove smile. Aruvu approached her awestruck companion; Rulership was certainly quite nice to look at. Her legs were beautifully toned, her face was cute if not for the stupid expression, and her body was... obscured, at the moment.
"Take the shirt off." Her fingertips grazed Rulership's knee below the hem of the her top. "Please."
"Y-yeah, one sec." Rulership failed to hide the nervous quiver in her voice.
"Is there anything off limits, for you?" Admire Groove asked. "...Anything you're particularly interested to do?"
Rulership pulled her sweater off. She looked for a place to fold it neatly, but she gave up when Admire Groove spoke and tossed it to join Aruvu's top on her roommate's bed. "Uh, nothing really off limits, I don't think, but I'll tell you if it happens, I guess?" Rulership reached around to her back to unclasp her bra. It joined the growing pile of clothes.
Aruvu admired her figure. Their tits were very similar sizes, but she figured Rulership might have her beaten. Rura's body was certainly more toned than Aruvu felt it had any right to be, considering how poor her training habits had been for years. She leaned into the mattress, putting her weight on one knee placed between Rulership's legs. Her manicured hands kneaded away at Rulership's tits, rewarding her with a soft hitch in Rura's voice as her thumbs traced short circles across her nipples. Her own nipples and areola were much larger than Rulership's; she cataloged the difference into some archive in her mind.
"Aaah—," Rulership breathed. "I guess there's, a few things I wanted t-to have you do." Her face was burning bright red, and Admire Groove could feel Rura's racing heartbeat practically shaking her body. "I really like, uh, well, when I would text with people—y'know, like, oral sex?"
"Yes, I know, like, oral sex." Admire Groove glared at Rura in an attempted playful tease. Rulership's face began to contort in that way it did when she was teased, so she quickly added in: "Sounds perfect." Her hands traced Rura's sides down to her shorts, and she slipped her fingers beneath the waistband. "Let's do away with these." Another garment tossed away left Rulership entirely revealed, minus the panties hiding a gratuitous cockprint. Admire groove purred; she sunk to her knees beside the bed and nuzzled her face into the clothed sex.
"Never knew you were hiding something like this..." Admire Groove purred. She pressed a kiss to the hidden frenulum; Rulership giggled nervously. Of course she was nervous; fucking Admire Groove was nuzzling her cock like it was laced with catnip or something. Rulership watched the display with reverence—and hesitance. Her hands hovered awkwardly around Aruvu, and it was clear she had absolutely no idea what to do with them. Aruvu noticed as she looked up to make eye contact with Rura, her face half-obscured from Rulership's perspective by the cock that begged for release.
"You may touch me, you know," Aruvu advised. "Stroke my ears, grab my hair, do whatever... Dominare." She punctuated her guidance with another kiss to the clothed glans. She pulled at Rulership's panties. "Off."
"Y-yeah, just—oh fuck, you know?" Rulership awkwardly laughed while she discarded her panties. Her cock throbbed as it grew in size, no longer contained by the bounds of its prison. Her tip was already dripping with clear pre-cum; Rulership wrapped her fingers around the base and stroked herself to her full size. Admire Groove nearly drooled.
Wordlessly with her face frozen in awe, Admire Groove wrapped her hands around Rulership's cock. She pressed a kiss to the frenulum and licked, savored, how sweet Rulership tasted. Just another advantage of sleeping with a particular type of girl, she mused. She dragged her tongue down Rulership's length in worship. For all her flaws, Admire Groove was pleased that Rulership knew how to be quiet when it mattered.
She rubbed circles into the glans with her thumb as she savored Rulership's scent with her nose pressed into her unshaven hair. Sweaty—a heavy scent that Admire Groove adored. One of few things to make her list of unadulterated joys in life, actually. Rulership gasped above her.
"Aruvu..."
"Mmm?" she hummed without looking up.
"W-would you... put it in your mouth?"
"Gross," she stated, separating her nose from the base of Rulership's cock. I'd love nothing more, she smiled to herself. She gently stroked at Rulership's cock with one hand as she sniffed right at the tip. Rulership looked away and blushed, but her hand finally found its way to the top of Aruvu's head. Rulership's fingers laced with Admire Groove's hair, and her thumb swiped at her ear. It sent shivers through Aruvu.
"Rura, look at me," Admire Groove ordered. She locked eyes with Rulership, gave her tip a final quick lick, and wrapped her lips around the girthy thing. Rulership squealed. Admire Groove worked away at finding a rhythm. She swallowed, relaxed throat, and kept her breathing regular. There was a science to this, something she had practiced and practiced and practiced. She loved seeing the results of her effort before her. The huffs and moans coming from Rulership were far from befitting a woman with her cocky attitude, which delighted Aruvu to no end.
"Fuck, your mouth feels so good, Aruvu," Rulership panted. She became more bold: she held Admire Groove's head with both hands, lightly guiding the bobbing rhythm she'd found. Her hips bucked in tandem, too, fucking herself deeper down her classmate's throat. In time with their tandem pattern, Admire Groove took the leap and pulled herself down against Rulership, shoving her nose back into the hairy base she loved to smell so much. It filled her with pride to hilt something so large. She moaned around the twelve inches of cock in her throat, suffocating herself. She pulled back, trying to come back from the depths to catch her breath, but Rulership had other plans for her.
She held Aruvu's head still and groaned. Rulership pulled her hips back and fucked the last few inches back into her. Over, and over, and over; Admire Groove gagged on the length, unprepared for the assault.
"Yes, fuck yes, yes, goddesses you feel so fucking good, Aruvu," she panted. "Hhhahah, the tears in your eyes are so pretty." There's the Dominare, Aruvu supposed.
Admire Groove's nails dug into Rulership's thighs. She tried to wrench the tears from her eyes to no avail. She felt like she was practically hanging on for dear life—and fuck did she ever feel alive. Rulership fucked her throat harder and harder as her breaths grew heavy and desperate. She chanted, "Fuck, fuck yes, fuck," on repeat as she failed to find anything coherent to say while she chased her orgasm.
"Aruvu, I-I'm—" Rulership couldn't even finish her sentence before her cock throbbed in Admire Groove's throat. Aruvu slammed herself back down to the hilt; she wasn't going to waste a single drop of cum. She felt it twitch against her tongue for what felt like hours.
Rulership's pace slowed. Her grip on Admire Groove's head released, and she gently allowed them both some brief respite. Admire Groove heaved; she was so much more winded than she felt like she'd been in her life. "Quick learner," she coughed between breaths.
"Yeah, I uh, I try," Rura blushed.
Admire Groove reached down between her legs; why the hell was she still wearing these pants? She tore them off, tossed them aside, and joined Rulership on her bed. Rulership watched her touch herself with shock and lust written across her face and cock respectively, as though she hadn't just been a full forearm deep in her throat moments prior. Aruvu was so fucking wet; she coated her clit in her slick and bit the second knuckle of her index finger to stifle any moans. She watched Rulership from the corner of her eye, already with her cock in her hand again. A very short refractory period. Noted.
"H-hey, Aruvu," Rulership started hesitantly. "How open to suggestions are you?"
"... Open, I suppose."
"Would you, uh, eat my ass?" She practically whispered by the end of the sentence. Rulership was adorably embarrassed. Admire Groove smiled in wicked delight.
"I knew you were a freak," Admire Groove accused with a proud lilt to her voice. "Turn over. Knees, please." She guided Rulership into the position she wanted. She grabbed at Rulership's ass. Her hips might be wider than mine, too... Admire Groove pouted internally while she inspected her quarry. She reached between Rulership's thighs to stroke her cock from behind, and rulership yelped some obscenity into her pillow.
Goddesses, she loved this. Admire Groove leaned in and placed a kiss right on Rulership's asshole. She loved this—she loved how dirty it felt. She loved how dirty it *made her.* She took a deep, shameful breath of Rulership's scent. It was so embarrassing, but her pussy ached desperately as her tongue coated her classmate's asshole with her spit. She steadied herself, the hand that was around Rulership's cock instead grabbing her thigh while she used the other to give herself the reward she deserved for letting go. Aruvu didn't waste any time, she craved her own orgasm, and she was going to have it.
Admire Groove alternated pressing her lips against Rulership's ass and teasing with her tongue. She almost felt like she was making out with it; the thought nearly sent her over the edge. She dug her nails into Rulership's thigh as she grinded against her fingers as hard as she could. Aruvu dragged a long lick up from Rulership's balls, across her taint, and shoved her tongue inside Rulership.
"Oh sh-shit," Rulership moaned, "Aruvu..."
Aruvu broke her silence and groaned hard against Rulership's flesh; she practically sobbed as she desperately fucked herself harder and harder in any way she could. In every way she could. She released herself from Rura's asshole with a *pop!* and cried *hard* in ecstasy as her orgasm took her.
"Finally," she breathed as she kept rubbing circles into her clit while she came—her body rewarded her with more shocks of pleasure, and Admire Groove wanted to have it all. "I... Needed that." She held herself to such a high standard all the time—it's good to let off steam. It's harder, maybe, to find someone wants to do the things that Aruvu's body needs.
"Yeah, I could tell, hhaha," Rulership laughed hesitantly to avoid becoming a nuisance—though she was unsure if she could even possibly avoid being annoying in Admire Groove's eyes. She wanted to thank Aruvu for clearly having an oral fixation, but she decided against it. It was a start, at least. Rulership walked across the room to fetch two bottles of water from her schoolbag, one of which Aruvu graciously accepted. They sat in relative silence as they both came down from their afterglow. After a while, it was Rulership who broke the silence.
"So... you know my handle is a reference to a board game, right?"
"What?"
"I mean it's not just a dominatrix thing."
"I... do not care."
"Y-yeah, that's—yeah." Rulership stared at the floor. She tried again: "Uh, point is, do you want to play some games, maybe?"
"...Sure. If I can spend the night after, maybe?"
"Sounds great," Rulership smiled. The evening was still young, after all.