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Zoey was in a mood. A playful mood, to be exact. Rumi had noticed it all day, clocked the mischievous looks and teasing jabs the dog hybrid had been throwing at her and Mira since they woke up.
Rumi had seen Zoey in plenty of playful moods before, but this felt… different. Weightier. She was fairly certain that right now, the game Zoey wanted to play wasn’t as innocent as fetch.
So it’s safe to say Rumi wasn’t exactly shocked when she walked into their apartment to see Zoey pinning Mira face first to the couch with her teeth, but she was a little taken aback. The three of them hadn’t gone beyond making out and heavy petting and Rumi wasn’t sure if she was ready to take that step yet, but damn, was it a nice sight to be greeted with.
“I see you two are having fun,” she said to alert them of her presence. “Don’t stop on my account.”
Well, Rumi hadn’t exactly planned on saying that last part, but once she heard it come out of her mouth, she stood by it.
“Oh?” Mira said, propping herself up on her forearms, making Zoey yelp as she was jostled in her position on the cat’s back. “Didn’t know you were into voyeurism,” the taller girl drawled.
Rumi could feel herself blushing but she cleared her throat and stood her ground. “I’m not into that! I think. I’m not ready to join in completely yet, but I could, um, be interested in being around while you, you know…” she trailed off awkwardly, losing her confidence over the course of the rambling sentence.
Zoey pushed Mira’s head back down into the couch, ignoring the squeak from the cat hybrid underneath her. “Mira’s just being a brat,” she said, paying no attention to the woman in question’s muffled complaints. “We’d be happy to have you watch, if you want.”
She shifted her weight backwards and pulled Mira’s head up again by her hair, grasping tightly at the roots. “Right, Mira? You’re okay with that?” Zoey asked casually.
“Of course,” Mira gasped, pupils dilated. She protested as Zoey shoved her face back down right afterwards, but Rumi knew if she wanted to, she could squirm out of the hold in a moment. Zoey wasn’t holding Mira down with that much force.
Zoey chuckled. “Actually, Mira might be more than okay with it,” she whispered conspiratorily as Rumi gathered her confidence and pulled up a chair across from the couch, as if Mira couldn’t hear every word she said. “I think our pretty kitty-cat likes the idea of being watched.”
She leaned down to speak directly into Mira’s ear, turning the model’s face so she was looking towards Rumi, the side of her head pressed hard into the fabric. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart? You want all our attention, hmm?”
“So what if I do? You enjoy attention even more than I do, pup. But we should talk a bit more first,” Mira retorted, pushing herself upright to knock Zoey off of her. They shuffled around until they were both sitting on the couch facing Rumi.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” the dog hybrid asked carefully, scanning Rumi’s expression. “We can play a little rough sometimes, especially because Mira likes to fight a bit before letting herself get topped.”
Mira blushed a bit, but she nodded in agreement. “We have a safeword,” she added. “For any time, even if we aren’t doing anything extreme. We should probably talk about your limits and interests too at some point. Do you want to do that now, or do you want to just keep watching? Or we can just hang out or something, Zo and I are totally fine with that.”
“I want to keep watching!” Rumi blurted immediately, flushing as Mira raised a brow at her enthusiasm. So much for keeping her cool. “I mean, ah, if you guys are okay with that.”
“Okay,” Zoey said gently, smiling at her. “Our safeword is ‘pineapple.’ If you get uncomfortable with anything, anything, just say it and we’ll stop.”
“But I’m not even really involved,” Rumi pointed out, confused.
“Of course you are,” Mira replied. “Just because you aren’t touching us doesn’t mean your comfort isn’t important. If we’re going to do this, you have to promise you’ll use the safeword if you need to. That’s the agreement we have that lets us do this-we trust each other to be honest.”
“Okay,” Rumi said with a nod. “I promise. Sorry for, um, killing the mood.”
“You didn’t,” Zoey laughed. “Mira’s a quickshot, it won’t take much to get her going again.”
“Shut the fuck up or you won’t be allowed to get me going for the next month,” Mira said sweetly, flicking Zoey’s forehead.
Zoey winced. “Come on baby, I was just kidding,” she cooed, gently pushing Mira back into the cushions and pressing light kisses all over her face until she couldn’t keep a smile from cracking through her glare.
“Wait, before we start again,” Mira said, pushing Zoey’s face away lightly, “do you want us to like, talk to you? Or should we pretend like you aren’t here?”
Though there was something a little hot about the idea of being ignored, Rumi was sure it would make her anxious. “Talk to me, I think. You don’t have to like, include me in every moment, but I think I’ll feel a bit bad if you completely act like I’m not here. And I am definitely down to, um, participate somehow? Like talking, or kissing, or something.”
They both nodded in agreement, eyes sparkling with interest. “Also, can we move to the nest?” Mira asked, still holding Zoey away from her with a palm flat against the smaller girl’s forehead. “The couch is harder to clean.”
Zoey chuckled, but it wasn’t a sound of genuine amusement. It was the mocking laughter of a predator that knew their prey was in their grasp. “Sure, baby. But you know it’s okay to just admit you like to do it in the nest, right? It’s alright to just say you want me to press you down into our perfect nest that you work so hard on, where it smells like us.”
Rumi was frozen and more than a little turned on. She had never imagined their sweet puppy girlfriend talking like this.
Zoey pulled away, sitting up, but kept her hand pressed to Mira’s chest to hold her down. “In fact, I think I want you to. Can you, sweetheart? Can you say ‘yes, Zoey, I love it when you fuck me in our pretty nest?’”
“You’re insufferable,” Mira groaned, but she still shivered hard at the words, especially at the compliment to her nest.
Zoey grinned at her, canines on display. The intense look was somewhat undercut by her wagging tail thumping rhythmically against the back of the couch. “But you like it so much. I can feel your hips bucking, kitty, you can’t hide from me. And you look so gorgeous when you’re all pink and embarrassed. Right, Rumi, doesn’t she look so good?”
Rumi startled. She had said she wanted them to talk to her, but she wasn’t expecting to be included so soon. She cleared her throat shakily, determined to do well at talking dirty. “She’s right,” Rumi said, wincing as her voice cracked just slightly. Her girlfriends were kind enough to ignore it. “You look so pretty right now, so beautiful. I love when you blush for us because I know you don’t get flustered like this for anyone else.” Rumi grew more confident when Mira let out a little whine at the praise.
Zoey smiled at her encouragingly, worlds away from the wicked look she had been giving Mira. “See, gorgeous? Rumi likes seeing you like this. So be a good kitty and say it.”
Mira closed her eyes and swallowed hard enough that Rumi could hear it. “Yes, Zoey, I love it when you pretend I’m the one who wants to be in the nest instead of admitting you’re the desperate bitch in heat who wants to fuck me there,” she said, saccharine, smiling at Zoey innocently.
Rumi was shocked, to say the least. She had never heard Mira talk to Zoey so degradingly before. But the puppy hybrid just shivered once violently, hips twitching to grind against Mira’s stomach with a whine before she stopped, collecting herself and clearing her throat. Mira smirked up at her smugly, apparently content that she had proven she could give as good as she got.
“I thought you were going to be my good girl, show Rumi how pretty you are when you listen, but I guess not,” Zoey sighed theatrically. “That’s fine, even a bad kitty can be a good chew toy for me. But bratty chew toys don’t get to have fun in our perfect, cozy nest like good girls do.” She lowered her voice to a quiet rumble, leaning in close to Mira’s face. “Bratty chew toys get scruffed and fucked on the couch out in the open so everyone can see how fucking pathetic and messy they are.”
Mira and Rumi both stiffened at the words, Mira in what looked like anticipation and Rumi in surprise. She thought she’d heard Zoey call Mira her chew toy when she walked in, but she had convinced herself that couldn’t be right.
“Anyways, suit yourself,” Zoey chuckled, pulling away and letting the tension dissipate slightly. “I guess you really need it mean today. But honestly, it makes it a bit easier for me, actually. I wanna show Rumi how to play with you, and now I don’t even feel bad about teaching her how to break you.”
Mira’s eyes widened before Zoey flipped her back onto her stomach, holding her down by the back of her neck again. “Does that sound fun, Ru? Want me to show you? She looks really pretty when she breaks, I promise.”
Rumi nodded, spellbound.
Zoey raised a brow. “Words, Rumi.” When the human didn’t say anything, she faltered a little, losing her predatory expression. “Is this alright, still? Too much?”
“No, no!” Rumi scrambled to reassure her. “I really like it. It’s just. A lot.”
Zoey smiled, visibly relieved. “Well, then. Words.”
“Yes, it sounds fun. I want to see you break her,” Rumi obeyed, feeling herself turning crimson as the filthy words left her mouth.
Mira huffed indignantly into the couch cushion, kicking her feet in protest. Zoey tightened her grip on the nape of the cat hybrid’s neck, digging in her nails until Mira went limp.
“You know,” Zoey said conversationally, “Mira acts all tough, but she’s really sensitive. That's why she doesn’t let anyone pet her. This, right here?” Zoey squeezed the scruff of Mira’s neck tighter, prompting a low groan. “This is like her ‘on’ switch. Or maybe an ‘off’ switch? Not sure. It turns her brain off and her body on. Squeezing it is good, but if you want to really get her all cute and fuzzy, dig your teeth in there.”
Rumi waited for Zoey to demonstrate, but the hybrid made no move to bite Mira’s neck. When she noticed Rumi’s anticipation, the younger girl chuckled. “I’m not going to do it yet,” she explained with a mischievous smirk. “She likes when I’m mean to her and make her wait.”
Rumi couldn’t imagine Mira, their strong, hissy, grumpy, stoic Mira, getting off on being bullied and teased, but the proof was right in front of her pinned face first to the couch.
“So, what do you think?” Zoey asked wickedly. “Is that what you want? Do you want me to be mean to her?”
Rumi nodded, following Zoey’s lead. She could see what Zoey was doing, the way she was giving Rumi the words to say so she didn’t feel so lost. It was much appreciated. “I want you to be mean to her. I want to see you break her down until she’s your perfect little chew toy.”
Mira whimpered into the couch cushion at that. Rumi patted herself on the back mentally.
Zoey smiled at her. “I’m impressed. Our girlfriend is more sadistic than I thought. Did you know Rumi was hiding that mean streak, sweetheart?” she asked Mira as she pulled her head up again.
Mira was panting, her tail flicking back and forth aimlessly. “Don’t I get a say in this?” she spat, ignoring Zoey’s words.
The puppy laughed cruelly. “Of course not, baby. And you know that’s how you like it. More importantly, I asked you a question. Answer.”
Mira smirked, gathering her composure again. “I think you’re more excited by her mean streak than me, puppy. But I’ll play along.”
She batted her eyelashes exaggeratedly, raising the pitch of her voice as she spoke again. “No, I had no idea, Zoey, who knew our sweet girlfriend was actually a sadist. I hope she doesn’t convince you to ravish me!” She dropped the theatrics and turned to look at Zoey cheekily. “How was that? Did it turn you on or should I take it up a notch?”
“Always too cocky for your own good,” Zoey sighed melodramatically. “It’s almost like you want me to torture you… Oh wait, you do.”
She pulled Mira upright, shifting them until she was sitting on the couch with the cat hybrid sitting in between her legs facing Rumi, back pressed tight to Zoey’s chest with her tail trapped between their bodies and her wrists gripped tightly in one of Zoey’s strong hands.
Mira was flushed all the way down her neck, her lips swollen and pink from her digging her fangs into them. Her chest was heaving, nipples taught against the fabric of the thin tank top she was wearing. Wait… were those-
“Like what you see, princess?” Mira asked, but her smugness wasn’t too effective given how breathless she sounded. Rumi could see Zoey roll her eyes over the taller girl’s shoulder.
“Do you have your nipples pierced?” Rumi blurted nearly involuntarily in response.
Mira opened her mouth to respond but Zoey stopped her short by using her free hand to push two fingers into the cat hybrid’s mouth, pushing down on her tongue until she gagged. “If you bite me, you’ll regret it, kitty,” Zoey said. “Suck.”
For a moment. Mira stayed still, a silent war of wills going on between her and Zoey until she finally closed her lips around the invading digits and started to suck. Zoey hummed, pleased with the obedience, before answering Rumi. “Yeah, they’re pierced. She got them done as a teenager to piss her parents off. They’re also reeeeaaallly sensitive. Wanna see?”
Rumi agreed instantly, rushing to add words to her nod at Zoey’s pointed look. “Yeah, I wanna see how sensitive they are, please.”
Mira didn’t have any comment for once, not paying attention as she sucked rhythmically on the fingers in her mouth, purring quietly. Zoey followed Rumi’s gaze, chuckling affectionately at Mira’s relaxed expression. It was the softest the puppy had sounded since they started. “She likes having things in her mouth. Not as much as I do, but still.”
She pulled her hand free, carelessly wiping the spit off on Mira’s tank top and moving to ruck it up over Mira’s breasts. She paused right before she revealed them, leaving the shirt bunched up above the cat hybrid’s ribs. “Actually, we should also-there, that’s better,” Zoey mumbled, locking her legs over Mira’s and pulling them apart so the model was completely spread out. She was wearing a pair of tight grey cotton shorts, and Rumi could see the beginning of a dark patch in the center.
The movement broke Mira out of the haze she had fallen into, but rather than fighting Zoey’s hold, the model just grinned. “Do you like seeing what you do to me, Ru? I can guarantee Zoey’s wetter than I am, she’s just pretending to be a big bad top, she’s really-”
Mira cut herself off with a scream, her entire body starting to tremble violently as her ears flattened to her skull. Rumi startled, almost shooting out of her chair to check that her girlfriend was okay before she heard Zoey laugh, casually cruel. Rumi’s eyes snapped to the dog hybrid, and she understood instantly.
Zoey’s free arm was between her and Mira’s bodies, gripping the base of the cat hybrid’s fluffy tale and tugging rhythmically, yanking for a few seconds before releasing and then repeating the process.
Mira’s mouth fell open as she babbled that it was too much, feels so good, hurts. By the time Zoey released her tail, Mira was completely still save for the occasional twitch.
The younger girl sighed, shaking her head in faux disappointment. “I was hoping to save that for later, but guess not. That’s another fun one,” Zoey told Rumi, apathetic to Mira’s shaking. She released her grip on the cat’s wrists, seemingly content Mira was distracted enough to not fight. “She likes it but it’s super overwhelming for her, so best used in moderation, either when you want her to behave or when you want her to feel really good. Anyways, where were we?”
“Nipple piercings,” Rumi mumbled faintly, eyes locked on the tiny wet spot she could see on Mira’s thin cotton shorts.
“Right!” Zoey exclaimed, finally pulling Mira’s shirt up all the way and stuffing the hem into the cat hybrid’s open mouth. Mira instinctively bit down, piercing holes through the ribbed fabric with her fangs.
Rumi was speechless. She traced the faint definition of Mira’s abs, tight curve of her slender waist, the jut of her ribcage as she inhaled sharply at the sudden chill on her skin, before finally landing on her heaving breasts. They were small, the perfect size to cup in her hands. Her fingers twitched against her thighs in envy as Zoey did exactly that, bouncing them lightly and ignoring Mira’s halfhearted hiss.
Mira’s nipples were so hard that Rumi practically felt her own aching in sympathy. They were adorned with silver barbells that had delicate chains draping from each side of the piercing to frame them perfectly.
She was practically drooling as she watched Zoey grab the chains attached to Mira’s left nipple and tug lightly. Mira mewled adorably, her hips rocking forward at the burst of pleasure.
“She has all sorts of jewelry,” Zoey continued, conversational. Rumi had no idea how the younger girl was acting totally normal when she had Mira like this, but she could tell it was really doing something for the model. And she had to admit it was doing something for her too. “She has these rings where a chain connects the two piercings, and that’s really fun to-”
Zoey was abruptly cut off by Mira, who had apparently recovered from the pull to her tail, twisting to slap a palm over her mouth. The cat hybrid spat her tank top out of her mouth and smiled at Zoey, an innocent grin that sparkled with hidden smugness.
Zoey’s eyes narrowed dangerously, enough to make even Rumi a bit nervous. She grabbed Mira’s wrist hard and pulled it away.
Rumi expected her to punish Mira’s misbehavior somehow, but instead Zoey just released Mira’s hand, her face shifting from angry to smugly smirking, though her eyes never lost their predatory gleam. “That’s fine, you can keep your hands, kitty. It makes no difference, really. I’m stronger than you anyways.”
Mira rolled her eyes, reaching a hand backwards over Zoey’s shoulder to yank on the younger girl’s floppy ear and laughing at the resulting surprised yelp. “Oops,” she said with a shrug, pulling her tank top off and reclining into Zoey’s body casually, practically lounging.
Zoey was silent for a second before chuckling, low and dangerous. “I think I’ve figured you out, sweet girl. You’re showing off for Rumi, aren’t you? You don’t want her to see you all pathetic, so you’re acting cocky. But you won’t be able to keep it up, kitty. As soon as I start playing with your cute little cunt you’re going to whimper like the needy toy you are and you know it.”
Mira’s face froze, her facade cracking for just a second, barely even long enough for Rumi to notice. “I think you’re projecting, baby. There’s only one needy toy here and it’s not me, puppy,” she shot back. “You’re the one who’s acting all tough for Rumi, but sooner or later she’s gonna see what a desperate little bottom you are.”
Despite all her big talk, Mira was making no attempt to turn the tables on Zoey. Rumi couldn’t help but laugh quietly to herself at the disconnect. That was just like their Mira.
Zoey squirmed a little at the degradation before recovering her composure. Rumi was sure she was going to get serious, to at least try to put her foot down with their bratty girlfriend, but instead she just giggled. “Sweet thing,” Zoey murmured fondly. “So difficult. That’s why you need me-need us to take care of you, gorgeous.”
Mira groaned, tossing her head back against Zoey’s shoulder and pouting. Zoey caught Rumi’s confused expression and smiled. “Kitty’s pissed off because she’s not getting a reaction out of me,” she explained, ignoring Mira’s protesting grumble. “Which I think is pretty unwise considering I’m trying to be nice and not humiliate her in front of you by really putting her in place.”
Mira rolled her eyes. “You, nice when you’re topping? I’d have to see it to believe it.”
“Hey, I can be nice!” Zoey defended herself. “You just love it when I’m mean to you, you freak.” She had apparently tired of Mira’s backtalk, because she slapped her hand over the taller girl’s mouth and smiled at Rumi sweetly. “I need a few things. Do you want to get them or do you want to handle my chew toy over here while I do it?”
Rumi hesitated, her uncertainty surely apparent on her face. Zoey’s eyes softened. “Hey, Ru, are you feeling okay? We can stop if you’re uncomfortable, just say the word.”
Rumi watched as her grip on Mira started to loosen, the model’s eyes mirroring Zoey’s concern. “No, no, I don’t want to stop,” Rumi rushed out. “I’m just… not good at this. I don’t know…”
“Trust me, babe, you’re doing fine,” Zoey said. “Let me explain a bit more. I want to use some toys on her. I can tell you what I want and where they are and you can go get them, or I can deposit our darling girlfriend on your lap and you can make out with her while I go fetch them. Or you can do neither of those things and I can just go get the toys while Mira sits pretty on the couch.” Mira nodded in agreement, dropping her attitude immediately to check Rumi’s comfort level.
“Oh,” Rumi breathed out. “That makes sense.” She swallowed, feeling a bit like an idiot for needing things to be so spelled out for her, but her mind had just blanked. “I’ll take Mira.”
“Good choice,” Zoey said with a grin, easily hoisting the taller girl up and depositing her to straddle Rumi’s lap before heading towards their bedroom.
“Hi, baby,” Mira purred, looping her arms around Rumi’s neck and plastering their torsos together. “How are you doing?”
She seemed to have no intention of keeping up the brattiness with her less experienced lover, which Rumi was incredibly grateful for. She had no idea how to keep up with the attitude Mira had been giving Zoey up to this point.
“I’m… uh, I’m…” Rumi stammered dumbly, distracted by the feeling of Mira’s bare chest pressing against her. She could feel everything, Mira’s taut nipples, her piercings, her chest expanding and deflating as she panted. Part of her wished she was shirtless too so she could feel Mira’s skin against her own.
Mira smirked down at her, clearly picking up on how flustered she was. “Aww baby, cat got your tongue?” She laughed at her own joke, her tail flicking back and forth behind her excitedly. “Actually no, I haven’t gotten your tongue yet, but I really want it.”
Rumi gave up on saying anything smart or sexy and just pounced, pressing her lips to Mira’s so hard that their teeth clacked together awkwardly. Shit. Not smooth at all.
Mira didn’t seem too bothered by the clumsiness, smiling into the kiss. Rumi ran her tongue along the seam of Mira’s lips, licking into the younger girl’s mouth and along her sharp fangs.If the cat wanted her tongue, then her tongue she would get. Rumi wasn’t in the business of denying her girls anything. Mira made a pleased sound, a happy little chirp that should not have been nearly as adorable as it was.
She tried to gather her confidence enough to put her hands on Mira’s bare torso, hyping herself up in her head. She could totally do this! It was just Mira. And she would say something if she didn’t like what Rumi was doing.
Rumi bit down on Mira’s lip at the same time as she grabbed the hybrid’s waist in her hands, nearly moaning as she realized just how tiny Mira’s waist was, how close her fingers were to touching. She squeezed harder than she meant to, but judging by Mira’s loud whimper, it was more than welcome. Part of her hoped the hold would bruise, that she would be able to look at Mira every time she wore an itty bitty crop top and see her own mark, a symbol of how this gorgeous girl who everyone wanted was hers.
Mira pulled away from the kiss, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I never noticed how big your hands are. I like having them on me. Do you like it, baby? Do you like touching me?”
Rumi stuttered again before giving up and just nodding emphatically. She squeezed one more time, her chest fluttering at Mira’s choked whine.
Mira cleared her throat, fighting to regain the upper hand. She leaned in close, whispering into Rumi’s ear. “I bet my tits would fit in them perfectly. Have you thought about that, pretty girl? About how they would be a perfect handful for you? I bet you have. I bet you’ve imagined how it would feel. It would feel good for me too. Do you wanna try?”
Rumi could feel the blush creeping over her face, her ears feeling so hot they were practically on fire. She nodded again, but she was still too nervous, too frozen to actually move her hands.
Mira’s eyes softened. “Are you okay? Is this too much?”
“No!” Rumi blurted, the fear of losing Mira’s skin against her finally jumpstarting her brain, which had been stuck in a loop of so pretty love her gorgeous so much skin lips hot neck tits beautiful perfect love mine mine mine mine since Mira had been dumped in her lap.
“No?” Mira echoed teasingly. “Okay, then do you need some help?” She gently grasped Rumi’s wrists, pulling the older girl’s hands away from her waist and guiding them up to rest against her chest before letting go.
Rumi whimpered involuntarily at the feeling of Mira’s breasts in her hands. They really were the perfect handful, so soft and pert. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass, so tight that they made Rumi’s own ache in response. And the feeling of the piercings against her palms… Rumi was in heaven.
She never wanted to go another minute without Mira’s tits in her hands. In fact, she was going to do everything in her power to ensure she never had to again.
Mira put her hands over Rumi's, guiding her to squeeze gently. She followed the unspoken direction easily, melting when the cat hybrid let out a pleased hum, shifting in her lap and rubbing her nipples against Rumi’s palms.
Rumi spent a few minutes experimenting with different pressures and motions, finally growing bold enough to pinch one of Mira’s nipples gently. She was rewarded with a throaty moan and a jolt of the model’s hips. So she did it again. And again, a little harder, And again, this time twisting a little, and boy did that get a reaction. She twisted, tugged, flicked, pulling at the piercings gently and feeling herself leak into her underwear as Mira mewled and purred.
In the back of her mind, Rumi noticed that Zoey had been gone for longer than she should have been, but she was having far too good a time to really think about it. Mira was whining constantly now, a steady stream of choked ah ah ahs that made Rumi feel close to exploding.
Suddenly, Mira’s sounds intensified and she started rolling her hips with more purpose. Rumi glanced down at where their bodies met and realized her gorgeous, stunning, unreal girlfriend was humping the zipper of her jeans, grinding herself down on the crease where the fabric bunched.
Her mouth dropped open in a desperate moan at the sight, as though she were the one getting off rather than Mira. Rumi was throbbing, her cunt pulsing so hard that she thought she might come untouched just from groping Mira’s tits and being dry humped like the pathetic virgin she was.
Rumi faintly registered that Mira had started saying something, forcing herself to focus enough to understand the cat hybrid’s words. “Fuck, fuck, goddamnit,” Mira whimpered. “I’m gonna come, holy shit. Can you-harder, baby, please, I’m so close.”
“Just from this?” Rumi choked out, wrecked like she was the one getting off.
“Mmhmm,” Mira moaned. “Gonna-it feels so good Ru, you feel so good. Can I? Please, wanna come in your lap, all over you, make you smell like me, please baby?” She was babbling, undone in a way Rumi had never seen her before.
“Yeah,” Rumi gasped. “Of course, Mira. Please, fuck, please come.” But even as she said it, she knew she wanted something more. She didn’t just want Mira to come, she wanted Mira to come for her, because of her. She scrambled for what to do, what Mira would like.
Gathering her courage, Rumi released one of Mira’s tits, reaching around to trace her fingers along the base of Mira’s trembling tail in a silent question.
“Fuck, yes,” Mira mewled. “Please Ru, you’re gonna make me come for you, grab it, pull on it pleasepleaseplease.”
Rumi felt drunk, her mind hazy with a mix of pleasure and disbelief. How was this her life? She was just Rumi, and somehow she had this perfect, incredible woman that everyone wanted, a literal supermodel, grinding against her and begging her to come. This wasn’t the time to focus on that though. Second guessing could come after she made her girlfriend come all over her.
Rumi took a deep breath, gripping the base of Mira’s tail firmly before pulling. The reaction as instant.
Mira threw her head back and moaned, her humping losing its rhythm as she came. Rumi felt her own pussy clenching and twitching sympathetically under her clothes. She instinctively grinded her hips down against the chair and rubbed her thighs against each other in search of friction. It wasn’t quite an orgasm, at least she didn’t think so, but it was definitely something close.
Still, Rumi made sure not to let go of Mira’s tail, tugging and releasing like Zoey had done not too long before. Mira came for what felt like forever before her humping slowed to a stop, her loud moan quieting into weak whimpering and purring. Rumi relinquished her tight grip on the hybrid’s tail, unable to resist scratching against base as she did and relishing the resulting whine.
Mira straightened up, panting heavily. Her ears were twitching wildly, her tail swaying back and forth in a loose, relaxed motion. Rumi swallowed hard as she took in the taller girl’s fuckdrunk expression, the way her pupils were blown out and her kiss-swollen lips were adorned with a single bead of blood from where she had nicked herself with her fangs.
The rest of the world might lust after Mira, might stare at her gorgeous face or devour her perfect figure with hungry eyes, but they would never see her like this. This was just for Zoey and Rumi.
Rumi’s possessive post-orgasm haze was shattered by the sound of Zoey’s voice coming from behind Mira. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” the dog hybrid said, sounding genuinely awestruck, her tail wagging hard. “Oh shit, sorry Ru,” she chuckled bashfully when Rumi flinched. “Forgot you don’t have hybrid hearing.”
She stood up from where she’d been seated on the couch and sauntered over to them, grabbing Mira under her arms and hoisting her into the air. She could have easily carried Mira to the couch, Rumi knew it, but instead she gently set the model down, letting go of her entirely and hovering nearby.
“Get back over there, baby,” Zoey instructed with a nod towards the couch, smiling a bit too widely for it to be sweet.
Rumi didn’t understand why that made Mira glare so hard. Sure, it was a bit weird, but it didn’t seem worth such a scathing look.
Then she watched how Mira’s thighs quaked when she tried to take a step, how her knees buckled immediately, how Zoey caught her with absolutely no surprise, and the glare made more sense. “Bitch,” Mira mumbled, shoving Zoey’s shoulder halfheartedly as the puppy scooped her into an easy bridal carry.
“Brat,” Zoey shot back with a gleeful smile. “I just wanted to show Rumi that she fucked you so well you turned into kitty-cat Bambi. And without even touching your needy pussy. You’re always easy baby, but not usually that easy.”
That did undeniably make Rumi feel pretty good. She obviously knew that Mira and Zoey liked her, maybe even loved her, but it was another thing entirely to actually see it in how their bodies reacted to her.
“See, look at that little smirk!” Zoey told Mira as she settled them back on the sofa, pulling the cat hybrid into her lap facing Rumi. “I had to show her what a good job she did.” She casually stuck her hand between Mira’s still trembling thighs, her grin widening. “And you know what else will show her how good she was to you?” She pulled Mira’s legs apart, her strong fingers digging into the soft flesh.
Rumi gasped involuntarily, heat immediately gathering in the pit of her stomach. The dark patch on Mira’s thin shorts had spread, the entire area between her legs soaked through. Suddenly struck by a thought that made her pussy clench, Rumi dropped her gaze down to her own lap, moaning aloud when she saw the wet spot on her jeans from Mira’s orgasm.
She felt like she was possessed as she brought her hand down to run a finger over the denim, inhaling sharply as she traced the damp fabric.
When Rumi looked back up at her two girlfriends, Mira was squirming ferociously to free her legs, her face completely pink and a humiliated growl coming from her mouth. Zoey didn’t budge, easily keeping Mira still. Rumi’s mouth was dry as she dragged her eyes across Zoey’s muscular shoulders.
“You good, Ru?” Zoey asked softly, completely ignoring the writhing woman in her arms. Rumi nodded, smiling back reassuringly. Zoey beamed in return before turning her attention back to Mira, who had given up on her fruitless escape attempts.
“So, chew toy,” Zoey said sweetly, “you wanted to prove to Rumi that I’m secretly just a needy bottom, right? Well, here’s your chance.” She released her hold on Mira and turned to recline on the couch.
Mira didn’t move for a second, swallowing hard and glancing at Rumi before crawling to hover over Zoey. She cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. “That’s right,” she said with another look to Rumi. “I’ll-I can show her what a bottom you really are.”
But there was no conviction in her tone. She just sounded a little lost, still dazed from her orgasm. “I can… um…” She trailed off, her ears pressed flat to her head and tail swinging listlessly.
Zoey’s grin grew crueller, sharp as she flashed her large canines. Her ears were perked towards Mira, her focus intense. “Come on, sweetheart,” she coaxed. She reached behind her to grab one of the toys she had brought back from the closet. “I even brought a strap. Don’t you wanna show Rumi your strap game? If I’m just a little pathetic bottom then you have to be the big bad top, right? So go on. Show her. Look, I’ll even take my top off to help you get started.”
She did just that, shucking off her oversized shirt and revealing her simple cotton bra. Mira had been a perfect handful, but Zoey… Rumi could already imagine the younger girl’s tits spilling out between her fingers as she squeezed, and the thought practically made her drool.
“So? Let’s go babe,” Zoey said, her expression making it clear she knew she had already won.
Mira’s tail drooped, and she mumbled something Rumi couldn’t hear. Whatever it was, it made Zoey’s smile grow even wider. “Oh, is that right?” she said loudly, her voice dripping in fake disbelief. “That isn’t what you meant? How could that be, sweet toy? Unless…” she gasped theatrically. “You just wanted to rile me up, is that right? You were just being a brat? You actually wanted to be topped? Can you believe that, Rumi?”
Rumi could, in fact, believe that, but she was barely paying attention, too busy staring at Zoey’s naked torso. So maybe she was a boob girl, sue her! And Zoey had honest to god abs, not the ridiculous bodybuilder washboard abs, but the type of muscles that came from actual use. Real strength. Soft yet still defined, rippling lightly as she stretched her arms above her head casually.
Mira groaned, dropping her body down to fully lay on Zoey. “I hate you,” she mumbled. “I can’t feel my legs.”
Zoey laughed lightly in response, pinching Mira’s side teasingly. Rumi was kind of surprised at how easy this all was to them, how they were having so much fun without letting the mood die down. Somehow she had always expected sex to be something serious, all hushed dirty talk and self-confident seduction. Not something that would really lead to or encourage laughter. But Mira and Zoey flowed between playful and intense with no effort.
Zoey manhandled Mira onto her back easily, positioning the taller girl like a doll, the toy she referred to her as. She tugged Mira’s tail gently once, giggling at her annoyed whine. “Stay,” she instructed, grabbing the rest of the toys she had gotten.
Rumi wasn’t the most experienced with toys, but she knew what these ones were. A ball gag, pink with visible punctures from tiny fangs. A rabbit vibrator, a bit larger than she would choose but nothing too crazy. And a thick strap, ridged and bumpy in a way Rumi thought must feel uncomfortable. Probably not something she would want inside of her.
Zoey grabbed the gag, carelessly prying Mira’s mouth open and pushing it in, ignoring Mira’s hisses and growls. Her nonchalance was betrayed by how carefully she checked the straps as she fastened it on. And for how fussy Mira was, she made no effort to get away, holding perfectly still to let Zoey put it on her.
Still, Rumi shifted uncomfortably. “Zoey,” she called out quietly. She didn’t want to interrupt them, but she had to ask. “How can she tell you if she doesn’t want it? With the-the gag on.”
Zoey smiled at her. “We have a nonverbal safeword. Care to demonstrate, kitty?”
Mira snapped her fingers loudly, all playful protest gone, and Rumi nodded, satisfied. “Okay. Sorry,” she said bashfully.
“Don’t apologize! It’s an important question,” Zoey reassured. “We’ve talked about it, we use the gag pretty often because our princess here loves it. Well, she says she hates it, but she leaks like a broken faucet whenever we use it.”
She pulled down Mira’s shorts and panties casually as she kept speaking. “And you know what I thought of while I was watching you hump Rumi’s lap like you’re in heat? I can get you a gag that squeaks, and then you’ll be my squeaky toy and not just my chew toy!”
Mira hissed loudly as well as she could through the gag, but they all saw how her tail twitched and her hips bucked up. “Cute,” Zoey cooed. “We’ll table that for later when you aren’t so… desperate.”
She turned towards Rumi, holding up the hot pink rabbit vibe. “See this bad boy? It doesn’t just vibrate. It also…” she pulled a remote out of her pocket and fiddled with the buttons for a second, “thrusts!”
True to her word, the vibrator started thrusting in a steady rhythm. “I was thinking, only if you’re okay with it of course, you could control it while I play with my chew toy a little?” Zoey said.
Mira whined indignantly, but they both ignored it.
Rumi nodded, her eyes locked onto the toy as it moved. Zoey walked over to her, showing her which buttons did what before dropping the remote into her hand with a wink and stalking back towards Mira, leaving Rumi on her own with the remote.
Rumi took a deep breath, reassuring herself. She was with her girls, they wanted her just as much as she wanted them, and as long as they communicated well and respected each other, nothing all that bad could happen.
When she looked back up, Zoey was laying on top of Mira, kissing her intensely. One of her hands was tucked between them, rubbing Mira’s swollen clit gently.
Rumi licked her dry lips as she tracked Zoey’s hand, watching as the puppy slipped two fingers inside, crooking them with practiced ease and smirking as Mira practically yowled.
It was only a few moments before Zoey added a third finger, breaking the kiss to look up at Rumi as she did. “Mira likes the stretch so I don’t usually prep her too much,” she explained. The way she talked about their girlfriend like she wasn’t even in the room, like she really was just a toy, was intoxicating. And based on how Mira’s sounds crescendoed even further, the cat hybrid agreed.
Zoey grabbed the vibrator and rubbed its head against Mira’s twitching entrance. She pushed the tip in slowly, smiling widely as Mira whimpered, before sliding it in in one smooth, steady motion, surely giving Mira time to feel every inch as it stretched her wide open.
Mira was flushed pink from her face to her chest, glowing with a thin sheen of sweat. She looked absolutely delicious, her mouth pried open by the gag and her eyelashes glistening with overwhelmed tears.
Rumi hit the button to make the head of the toy vibrate where it must have been pressed tight against Mira’s g-spot. She didn’t even think as she did it, all her anxiety drowned by the overpowering urge to make Mira cry more pleasured tears, to make her so ruined that she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think.
She had only put it on the lowest setting, but still Mira jolted like she had been shocked, turning her head to look at Rumi with pleading eyes. Zoey was still looming over her with a predatory leer, licking her lips as she watched every squirm and cry.
“Have fun, Ru, don’t hold back. She can take it,” Zoey murmured, chucking at the protesting sound Mira let out from behind the gag.
Rumi stared as Zoey started to trail wet kisses across Mira’s cheek, down her neck, across her collarbone. She dragged her sharp canines back up the other side of Mira’s neck before biting down harshly on the curve of her jaw.
Rumi hit another button on the remote as she watched Zoey’s teeth pinch into Mira’s skin. The cat hybrid whined as the toy slowly started to thrust inside her, thumping against her sensitive inner walls.
Zoey glanced up from where she was sucking a dark mark into Mira’s skin, her eyes flashing with approval. She reached a hand up to the top of Mira’s head and started to gently stroke and tug her ears.
True to the nickname, Zoey really did take her time using Mira as a chew toy, licking and biting and sucking until Mira’s flushed chest was riddled with red marks. Rumi was sure it must hurt like hell, but Mira was clearly enjoying it, her back arching to push her skin further into Zoey’s hungry mouth with every bite. Her pupils were completely blown and tears trickled steadily from her glazed eyes.
Rumi hit another button, activating the final function of the toy and making its rabbit ears vibrate against Mira’s cherry red clit, drawing another even more delicious sound from the writhing woman. It was almost hypnotic to watch how she and Zoey moved together, the way their bodies knew each other as well as they knew themselves.
Her grip loosened in her distraction, making her fumble the tiny remote and inadvertently mash the buttons. Whatever she did made Mira squeal, a sound she had never even imagined coming from her composed, nonchalant girlfriend. Rumi fumbled with the remote again, barely saving it from dropping to the ground.
Mira whimpered pitifully, her legs kicking out, but Zoey only laughed against her skin before pulling back with a final sharp nip. She descended further, wrapping her lips around one of Mira’s nipples and sucking as she continued to pet her ears, her other hand scratching red lines into Mira’s ribs.
Rumi upped the speed of the vibrator’s thrusts, digging her nails into her thigh as she watched closely, desperate not to miss a second of what was going on in front of her. She could barely believe that this was her real life. How lucky could one person be?
After what felt like eons of Zoey nipping at Mira’s tits, she pulled away. “I’m surprised, Ru,” she said, wiping the saliva from her mouth. “You’re meaner than I expected, keeping her like this. She’s been riding this soft edge for what, a few minutes?”
Rumi’s stomach dropped. She hadn’t meant to edge Mira at all. She had just been so focused on watching that she had forgotten her role in all of this. The cat hybrid was mewling softly, drool leaking from the sides of her mouth as she cried steadily. It sounded like she was trying to say something but it was impossible to make out through the gag and the nonstop whimpers.
“Oh god,” Rumi muttered. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“Ru, stop,” Zoey interrupted firmly. “I kind of had a feeling it wasn’t on purpose, but trust me, she likes it. Remember, she knows how to make it stop, right? And besides, I think our pretty kitty’s ready for the main course.” She pulled the toy out in one quick motion, chuckling meanly as Mira’s cunt fluttered around nothing.
Rumi rushed to turn off the toy, wincing as Zoey dropped it carelessly on the couch. Mira had been right, that really was going to be a bitch to clean.
She immediately forgot about all of that as she watched Zoey stand up and drop her shorts and underwear. Rumi practically drooled as she dragged her eyes down the younger woman’s muscular thighs then back up to where could see dark trimmed curls glistening with arousal. She imagined getting on her knees and tasting.
But that would have to wait, because right now, Zoey was pulling a harness up over her hips and strapping in the ridged turquoise dildo she had held up earlier. It somehow looked even more intimidating now, but Mira made an excited noise behind her gag, so she was clearly not feeling the same apprehension as Rumi.
“Present,” Zoey instructed Mira brusquely. Her dismissiveness wasn’t matched by her body language, her floppy ears perked towards the taller girl and her tail wagging aggressively.
Mira didn’t even bother to protest, flipping herself over on shaky limbs. She pressed her chest into the cushions and pushed her hips up, her silky tail curling up over her arched back. Almost without thinking, Rumi got up and pulled the chair closer, hypnotized by the sight of Mira’s twitching cunt swaying tantalizingly in the air.
Mira’s ears flicked towards her at the sound of the movement before pressing flat against her head in embarrassment, but she didn’t move from her position. Zoey smiled at her softly, running a soothing hand over the notches of Mira’s spine and giggling at the resulting shudder.
“Pretty kitty,” Zoey cooed, repeating the motion. She climbed onto the couch behind Mira, gripping the cat hybrid’s waist tightly. Exactly where Rumi had dug her own fingers in earlier. The thought delighted her. “Finally being good, presenting yourself for us like I asked you to. You look perfect, sweetheart, I can’t wait to ruin you. You wanna come baby, right? Tell me how much.”
Mira whined desperately behind the gag, saliva darkening the couch where her cheek pressed against it. Rumi was certain there was a “please” somewhere in there, but it was hard to make out.
“Okay, okay, I’ve got you,” Zoey murmured, shifting her grip to Mira’s hips. She adjusted her position to press the tip of the strap against Mira’s fluttering entrance. “Pretty kitty, pretty pussy,” she said appreciatively, a low growl in her voice. After taking a moment to stare at where the head of the toy was pressed to Mira’s flushed folds, she thrust forward hard, bottoming out in a single motion.
Mira yelped, her voice jumping up octaves at the sudden fullness. Even warmed up by the toy from before, the stretch must have stung, but Zoey gave her no time to adjust, immediately picking up a punishing pace. Mira was practically sobbing, truly sounding like a cat in heat.
“Jesus,” Rumi mumbled, absolutely entranced by the lewd show in front of her. “You’re both so perfect.” Zoey’s movement stuttered at the praise for just a millisecond, her face flushing a pretty pink.
“Sweet talker,” Zoey deflected. She was barely even breathing hard despite the way she was pounding into Mira mercilessly. “Are you enjoying the show?”
“God, yes,” Rumi said instantly. “I’m not… I’m not even touching you and I’ve never felt like this before.”
Mira’s voice broke in a high moan, her hips starting to drive back into Zoey’s to fuck herself even harder. “Oh, she liked that,” Zoey remarked, finally starting to sound a little affected. “Liked knowing how hot you are for us. I could feel how she tightened around me. She loves this toy, you know, it rubs you just right, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”
“Mhm,” Mira whined mindlessly behind her gag, blinking away her overwhelmed tears. She mumbled something incoherent, babbling out her pleasure.
“Fuck,” Zoey grunted out. “Head’s all empty, huh, sweet kitty?” She turned her head towards Rumi, sliding one of her hands up Mira’s spine to pin her down by the back of her neck. “Don’t you feel so lucky we get to see her this way, Ru? Prettiest girl in the world, and we get to play with her like a perfect little toy.”
“Mhm, chew toy,” Rumi responded thoughtlessly, echoing Zoey’s earlier words. She barely even registered herself saying it, but Zoey’s grin sharpened to something dangerous.
“You’re right, baby, thanks for reminding me.” She let go of Mira’s neck and hip and leaned down onto her forearms, caging Mira’s taller frame entirely beneath her. “My bratty chew toy. What did I say earlier? That I was gonna scruff and fuck you? I’ve only delivered on one of those things, huh?”
Zoey turned towards Rumi, fixing her with a predatory smirk. “Watch closely, Ru, you’re gonna love this. Kitty’s close already, thanks to you.”
Rumi whimpered quietly at the reminder of how Mira had squirmed in her lap, had looked at her with those dazed eyes while she controlled the vibrator ravaging her. Both of her girlfriends’ ears flicked towards her at the pathetic sound, Mira echoing it as Zoey’s hips somehow sped up even further.
“Ready, sweetheart?” Zoey practically purred in Mira’s ear, chuckling at the rapid nod she got in response. “So close, you’re squeezing me so hard. Listen baby, you’re gonna come for me-for us as soon as I dig my teeth in your pretty neck, right? You’re gonna be a good chew toy and do that for us?”
Mira nodded again, babbling something unintelligible. She turned her head further to the side, giving Rumi a perfect view of her unfocused eyes and her flushed cheeks. Zoey shot one more glance at Rumi to make sure she was watching before unceremoniously leaning down and wrapping her jaw around the back of Mira’s neck, biting hard.
Mira detonated, her entire body stiffening up and trembling violently as she let out a hoarse yowl. Rumi could practically see the waves of her orgasm rocking through her, the way her muscles rippled and tensed. It went on for what felt like forever, Zoey prolonging it as much as possible before finally slowing her thrusts to let Mira come down. The cat hybrid collapsed bonelessly, her trembling thighs finally giving out so she was flat on her stomach with Zoey draped on her back like a weighted blanket.
“Gonna pull out, ‘kay gorgeous?” Zoey said, wincing in sympathy as Mira mewled with oversensitivity. “I know baby,” she cooed, licking her lips at the strings of wetness that dripped from her strap as she pulled it out. She quickly stripped off the harness and then unbuckled Mira’s gag, rolling the exhausted cat hybrid over onto her bag.
Mira smiled up at Zoey dopily, stretching out her jaw and purring as the younger girl picked up her own discarded shirt to carefully wipe Mira’s face clean of tears and drool. Rumi shifted uncomfortably, feeling for the first time a little out of place in their well-practiced routine, but before she could dwell on it too much, Mira broke the silence.
“Sit,” she mumbled, her voice hoarse. Rumi had no idea what she meant by that, but Zoey seemed to understand, judging by her shocked expression.
“No, baby, rest,” Zoey replied gently, pinching Mira’s cheek. “Ru, can you maybe grab a glass of water for her? Then come cuddle with us on the couch?”
“No,” Mira growled grumpily. Rumi froze, already standing. Mira didn’t want her to join them? Luckily, Mira seemed to pick up on her sudden pang of fear and hurried to speak again, clearing her throat. “Cuddle later. Want Zoey to sit on my face.”
Oh. Oh.
“Oh, okay,” Rumi heard herself say faintly, collapsing back into her chair. She turned her head to Zoey, who was staring at Mira carefully, ears perked towards her and tail wagging slowly.
“Sure you’re up for it?” Zoey asked, searching Mira’s face.
“Zoey, will you please sit on my goddamn face,” Mira hissed out, sounding much more coherent.
“Geez, okay bossy,” Zoey mumbled, climbing up on her knees and shuffling over Mira’s torso. “God forbid I care about my girlfriend. But you have to tap out if you need to.”
Mira didn’t reply, only reaching up with still trembling arms to grab Zoey’s hips and pull her down hard.
Zoey yelped, the sound breaking into a high moan. “Holy shit,” she whined. “Right there baby.” She turned her face towards Rumi, who was watching as though looking away would kill her. “Mira is so good with her tongue, Ru, it’s insane. She’s-oh god-she’s licking my clit right now and the texture, I might come just from this.”
Rumi was squirming in her seat, imagining Mira’s tongue on her own clit, imagining what it would feel like to ride Mira’s mouth the way Zoey was.
Zoey tugged on Mira’s hair. “Inside, baby,” she whimpered, the words sounding a lot more like begging than the commanding tone she’d been using before. It seemed like Mira listened, because a second later Zoey’s moans shot up in pitch, her hips rocking sloppily.
“It’s not gonna take much,” she choked out, her voice breaking. “Shit, Mira, please, can you-can you just d-do it?”
Mira pulled away to take a breath. “Do what, puppy?” she panted. “Tell Ru what you want.”
Rumi felt the power of the situation shifting like the tide. Mira was still definitely not in a position to demand or control like Zoey had been, but Rumi could see how she could be were she not so exhausted and fucked out.
“God, Mira, fucking tease,” Zoey whined. She turned to Rumi again. “She-when she purrs it’s like the best fucking vibrator you could imagine. And-god, I can feel her smirking-her tongue vibrates inside you and her nose is so fucking perfect to rub your clit against, I can’t wait for you to try it.”
Mira let out a muffled moan of her own at the words, pinching Zoey’s thigh in a request for some space to breathe. “I’ve been dreaming of you on my face forever,” she huffed out as soon as Zoey lifted off of her. It took Rumi a second to realize the words were directed at her. “I bet you taste so good. I bet you’re fucking delicious, just like Zo.”
She dove back in, digging her fingers into Zoey’s hips to encourage the puppy to roll them against her face again. “Fuck, I’m so close,” Zoey moaned. “Please, Mira, please.”
Rumi heard it then, the faint sound of Mira purring as she ate, the soothing noise smothered in Zoey’s cunt. Zoey whined long and high, mouth-wateringly desperate. “Holy fuck, I’m coming, right there,” she whimpered, her tail shooting straight up and trembling until she shattered, slumping all her weight onto Mira and grinding down to prolong her high. Her tail wagged so fast Rumi could feel the breeze it made on her face.
Mira lightly smacked Zoey’s thigh, coughing and heaving in a breath once the puppy hybrid rolled off of her. Actually rolled all the way off the couch, falling to the floor with a thump and a low groan.
“Zo, are you okay?” Rumi exclaimed, scrambling over to the dazed woman on the floor.
“Peachy,” Zoey said, shooting her a lazy thumbs up. She pushed herself up on her elbows, staring at Rumi with still slightly dazed eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want us to make you feel good, Ru?”
Rumi hesitated, glancing at Mira, who was patiently waiting for her answer as well. It was tempting, but she still just didn’t feel quite ready. As much as her body was desperate for relief, her mind wanted nothing more than to just cuddle with her two perfect girlfriends. “Trust me, watching that made me feel plenty good,” she finally said. “I’m not ready for that yet, but I definitely wanna cuddle. But first, water.”
She practically powerwalked to the kitchen, grabbing three cups and tapping her foot as she waited impatiently for them to fill. When she walked back out, Mira and Zoey were both standing in front of the couch, staring down at it with disgruntled faces. Zoey was still supporting most of Mira’s weight, so Rumi walked around to the cat hybrid’s other side and wrapped an arm around her waist, helping to stabilize her.
“This is your fault,” Mira hissed at Zoey grumpily, gesturing towards the couch, which Rumi could now see was… incredibly damp in a few spots. “That’s definitely going to stain.”
Zoey shrugged, unbothered. “We can steam clean it. Not my fault you get so messy. Or that you like when I put you in your place and gag you so you have no choice but to drool and cry all over yourself. Shouldn’t have been a brat, baby,” she said smugly, smacking Mira’s ass and laughing when she yelped.
Mira hissed loudly. She opened her mouth, surely to argue again, but Rumi cut her off. “No fighting. Cuddle time. And hydration time.”
Zoey nodded sagely. “You know what they say.”
Rumi and Mira both waited, but she said nothing else, just smiling serenely.
“No,” Mira said after a second, when it became clear she wasn’t planning to elaborate. “We don’t know.”
The twinkle in Zoey’s eye made it obvious she had been waiting for them to ask. “Hydrate or die straight!” she crowed, her grin widening even further when Mira and Rumi both groaned in response. “Now come on, it’s time for nest cuddles.”