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It had been a rough day for Nakayama Festa. First, he had woken up alone. His roommate and beloved girlfriend, Sirius Symboli, was away in France. There was nothing worse than waking up in a cold bed. Next, Gold Ship had been mysteriously absent from the classics class they took together. Without her antics, Nakayama found herself drifting off as the professor droned and droned about some ancient Greek author she couldn’t be arsed to remember.
Finally, as the final cherry on top of his shit sundae of a day, he had been summoned to Fuji Kiseki’s room. Surely she was about to get chewed out for something she had done with Golshi, or Sirius, or maybe even Jordan. God knows he hadn’t been on his best behavior lately.
As the sun began to set, Nakayama knocked on the door to Fuji’s dorm. Only then did he realize how strange it was to be summoned directly to her dorm. Before he had time to think more of it, however, the door swung open in front of him.
“Good evening, ponychan,” said Fuji. Much to Nakayama’s surprise, they were dressed in only a thin, low-cut camisole and a pair of leopard-print shorts that were obviously Jungle Pocket’s. “How was your day?” While he was trying not to ogle, she took Nakayama by the hand and led him into the room.
“Uhh…” Nakayama started. She had been expecting something much different from this. “It was fine.”
Fuji bent over to fetch a drink from the fridge, revealing a rather large portion of her back as her cami rode up. Nakayama pointedly looked at the wall. “You want water or beer?” Fuji asked.
Nakayama coughed, trying to hide the shocked sputtering noises he was currently making. Why did the dorm leader have beer in their fridge? What the hell was going on?
When they noticed the look on their guest’s face, Fuji smiled and said, “I know how to have a little fun. So, which do you want?”
“I’ll have the beer, please,” muttered Nakayama. No matter how strange the situation, she would never say no to free alcohol.
As he cracked open his drink, Fuji gestured to the bed, inviting him to sit down. He did so, resolving to just go with the flow, and took a sip of his beer. She immediately made a face when the first drops hit her tongue.
Fuji laughed, an admittedly very pretty sound, and sat down next to him. “I know how you’re feeling. It’s Pokke’s favorite, though, so I soldier through it.”
After her second coughing fit in as many minutes ended, Nakayama set down her and asked, “Where is Pokke, anyway?” He had half-expected Fuji’s boyfriend to be passed out on the couch or something when he walked in.
“She knows about our little arrangement,” Fuji answered. They rested a hand on Nakayama’s thigh, causing an explosion of thoughts in his head.
“What arrangement?” said Nakayama, perhaps a little too heatedly. If she was assuming right about what Fuji was saying, she might do something very rash.
Almost instantly, Fuji’s face morphed from the seductress back into the friendly dorm leader. They withdrew their hand and said, “Did Sirius not talk to you about this?” Her voice was heavily tinged with concern.
Nakayama was still completely lost. “Did Sirius talk to me about what? What the hell is going on here?” Without waiting for a reply, he furiously whipped out a phone and shot a text to Sirius:
did you talk to fuji????????
As she thought about it, she realized that this was exactly the thing her girlfriend would do. She had always been very lax about the boundaries of their relationship. Sure enough, her suspicions were confirmed when Sirius replied.
I thought my puppy needed some exercise.
Nakayama scoffed and tossed his phone to the side. Even when she was halfway across the world, Sirius knew just how to spice up her day. Suddenly, he was once again very aware of the scantily clad presence of Fuji only a few inches away.
As if on cue, Fuji put their hand back on Nakayama’s plush thigh and said, “Everything okay?”
Nakayama shamelessly looked her up and down. Her shorts were incredibly tight, giving a delicious outline of her hips, and her breasts threatened to spill out of her top at any moment. “Definitely.”
In a blink, Fuji was on him, pushing him back against the pillows. “I’ll have to give Sirius a talking to,” she said to deaf ears. Nakayama was far too focused on the tits right in front of her face. Noticing where his attention was, Fuji grabbed them and squished them together, saying, “Like what you see, ponychan?”
Nakayama knew that actions spoke louder than words, so he craned his neck up to press his mouth to them. Her skin was so soft, he couldn’t resist sticking his tongue out and licking up the crease between them.
“Good boy,” Fuji laughed, making Nakayama jolt. How did they know that was what drove him crazy? Fuji seemed to read her mind and said, “Sirius may have given me some pointers.” Smiling, she pulled the hem of her top down, letting her ample breasts spill out in front of their partner’s face.
No instruction was needed for Nakayama. He palmed both tits greedily and took Fuji’s left nipple into his mouth. She didn’t want to admit it, but she had definitely been missing this. As she sucked hungrily at her partner’s tits, Fuji reached out to take the beanie off her head. Instinctively, Nakayama lightly slapped her hand away before turning her full attention back to the boobs in her mouth. Only Sirius could take the beanie off.
Eager to get something off, Fuji began to work at Nakayama’s jacket. He was happy to help, pulling his arms in so she could get it off and throw it to the floor. His shirt was next, and then his binder, both lost within a matter of seconds. It seemed that Fuji was hungry too.
Indeed, she was. As soon as Nakayama’s binder was off, their mouth latched onto her neck, sucking hungrily and leaving marks on the soft skin. Nakayama wondered in the back of her head what Sirius would think of that. The rest of his mind was focused on, of course, how incredible Fuji’s lips felt against his skin.
Once Nakayama’s neck had received sufficient attention, Fuji moved down lower, trailing kisses down across his collarbone and over the swell of his breasts. Nakayama involuntarily arched his back into the touch, realizing exactly how desperate he was. He needed this, and he needed it badly.
“Ponychan…” Fuji murmured into his chest. She looked up and made eye contact as she slipped a nipple into her mouth, sensually swirling her tongue around the hardened bud.
Nakayama thought he was going to explode. “God, Fuji…” he breathed. He gripped the sheets tightly when she let her teeth gently graze him. He was somehow already at risk of cumming in his shorts.
Fuji released Nakayama’s nipple and smiled up at him. “You want more, Nakayama?” she asked teasingly. “Just tell me what you want, ponychan.”
“Just do what you’re gonna do,” Nakayama replied. She blushed slightly despite her best efforts. Fuji did not need to be given any ammunition.
A gleam entered Fuji’s eye when they noticed his red cheeks. “It’s okay to be shy,” she said. “Can you tell me just one thing you want me to do?”
Nakayama scoffed and looked away. “I’m not shy. You can do whatever you want.”
“Is that so, ponychan?” said Fuji. “You might want to be careful saying things like that, dear.”
“Why’s that?” Nakayama moved his hands from the covers up to Fuji’s waist, pressing his thumbs against the toned muscles of her abs.
Fuji leaned forward until their mouth was right up against Nakayama’s ear. At the same time, they slightly ground their hips against his lap. “I might get carried away, darling.” Her warm breath made his ears twitch.
Not to be outdone, Nakayama moved her hands down from Fuji’s waist to their ass. He gave it a nice squeeze, feeling the layers of fat and muscle beneath the scandalously thin fabric of their shorts. “I’d like to see that,” he said before he pressed a kiss to her collarbone.
Apparently, that was permission enough. In a flash of movement, Fuji slid off of Nakayama’s lap, pulled off his shorts and boxers, stood up, and removed her own clothing. While Nakayama’s brain was still processing the flurry of visual information, they bent over and opened up their nightstand, pulling out a leather harness and a massive dildo. “Sirius told me you like taking the strap.”
Nakayama laughed. “What else did she tell you?”
Fuji bent over once again to step into the harness. “That’s for you to find out, ponychan.”
Nakayama got only a short glimpse of Fuji’s luscious bush before it was hidden by the harness. Fuji noticed his staring, however, and quickly pulled the harness back down. “You deserve a good look, don’t you?” she said as she walked up the side of the bed, right in front of his face.
Nakayama watched in awe as they slowly carded their fingers through the thick hair. She moved her hand lower and lower with each stroke, until she was spreading her wetness all over her bush. A thin drop of drool dripped out of Nakayama’s gaping mouth.
Overcome by desire, Nakayama reached out to touch her pussy, but she was held at bay by a hand on her wrist. “Not tonight, ponychan,” Fuji said, without pausing the movement of the hand still in her crotch. “I rarely get to top, so I’m going to make the most of it, okay?” Nakayama nodded eagerly, earning himself a sultry “good boy.”
After a few more blissful moments of watching Fuji touch herself, her partner decided he had gotten enough. Nakayama let out a little involuntary whimper as Fuji’s bush was once again hidden by the leather. The disappointment soon went away when she gave the huge dildo that her partner was affixing to the harness a good look.
“That’s huge,” Nakayama said helpfully. Sirius’s strap was big, and this one was at least an inch longer. Her shock only grew more when she noticed a small syringe, filled with white liquid, attached to the side. A shiver ran down her spine and straight into her core when she realized what it was.
“Sirius doesn’t have one of these?” Fuji said when they saw the wide-eyed look on Nakayama’s face. She gave herself a languid stroke from base to tip, widening his eyes even further. “I’m honored that I get to teach you then, ponychan.”
Nakayama opened and closed her mouth a few times, unable to find words. “Teach me what?” she said eventually.
Fuji walked towards the bed, swaying her hips in what had to be an intentional manner. Her cock bounced with every step. When they reached the bed, they grabbed Nakayama’s chin and turned it upwards, forcing their partner to look them in the eye. “I get to teach you how to take cum like a good puppy.”
Nakayama actually whimpered at that. He had already came once, but he was still apocalyptically needy. She was never letting Sirius leave her for this long again. Without waiting for further instruction, he leaned forward and took Fuji’s strap into his mouth.
“What a good boy,” Fuji cooed. She reached down and gently stroked his hair as he struggled to fit the whole thing in his mouth. “Sirius is a very lucky lady.”
The thought of Sirius made Nakayama whine around their cock. He missed his girlfriend so much. In the moment, however, it was hard to take his mind off the way Fuji’s length was filling his mouth. Confident that she had taken in as much as she could, she began to bob her head, leaving trails of drool in the wake of her lips.
Fuji’s grip tightened in his hair. “You’re taking me so well,” she said. “Maybe you’ll have to give Pokke some lessons.” Even though her dick was made of plastic, her voice was still audibly strained with pleasure.
Wanting to strain her voice even more, Nakayama began vigorously swirling her tongue around Fuji’s tip as she sucked. He wanted her cum, and he wanted it now. He needed it now. She reached around Fuji’s hips and grabbed her ass, fingers digging into her thick cheeks. He roughly kneaded them and pulled Fuji in closer, close enough that her cock went all the way to the base in his mouth.
“Oh, ponychan…” Fuji panted. “Good boy…” The title made Nakayama squeeze even harder on their ass. “Do you… want my cum?” Her voice was now being broken up by little whimpers and moans. Nakayama looked up at her, straight into her eyes. Fuji must’ve seen all they needed to see, because they pushed down on the syringe and sent a rope of cum shooting down Nakayama’s throat.
Nakayama moaned as she savored the taste of her partner. It took all her will not to reach down and start touching herself. As soon as she swallowed the first rope, Fuji shot another in, this time lazily dripping out onto her partner’s tongue. Nakayama made sure to spread it around his mouth, tasting every last detail, before he swallowed.
“Wow…” Fuji sighed, sitting down on the bed next to Nakayama’s still spread legs. “Where’d you learn how to do that?”
Nakayama smiled and licked her fingers clean of the stray drops of cum that had dripped onto them. “Where do you think?”
Fuji shifted so that they were straddling Nakayama and slowly crawled up the length of his body, until their faces were only inches apart. “I think that I’m very much enjoying being Sirius for a night.” She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the corner of Nakayama’s mouth.
“You know what Sirius would do now?” Nakayama asked, a smirk curling up the corner of her lip where Fuji had just kissed.
“I don’t,” Fuji said, licking their lips. “But I think I can take a guess.”
Nakayama’s smirk turned into a full smile. “What’s your guess?”
Fuji was smiling too, a look that would’ve made her ponies disintegrate on the spot. “It’d be easier to just how you.”
“Be my guest.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, ponychan,” said Fuji. She nipped at Nakayama’s jawline and set to slowly crawling back down the length of her body. “Tonight, you’re all mine.”
Suddenly, without warning, they grabbed Nakayama’s waist and flipped him over. Nakayama was surprised when she saw her own face staring back at her. A mirror had seemingly magically appeared where her head had just been. “How the hell did you do that?” he asked, incredulous.
“A magician never reveals their tricks.” Fuji kept her hands wrapped around Nakayama’s slim waist. “Can you lift this up for me, ponychan?”
Blushing furiously, Nakayama did as he was told. He lifted his ass in the air, arching his back so that his chin still rested on the pillow. The mirror was angled so that he could see Fuji kneeling behind her, hands massaging his surprisingly plump ass. What he was more focused on, however, was the way their strap felt rubbing up against his pussy from below.
“You’re so wet for me,” Fuji said, groping her own tits for Nakayama to watch as she rubbed herself against his slit. “Think you can take it, ponychan?”
“Fuck yes,” Nakayama said, nearly moaning already. He was beyond shame now, grinding himself against Fuji’s teasing cock. She needed it inside her right now.
Fuji grabbed the base of their strap and slapped the tip against his pussy a couple times, making an audibly wet noise. “Such a good boy,” she murmured. “Are you ready?”
Frustrated, Nakayama pushed his ass back hard, ramming it up against Fuji’s stomach and dragging her cock all the way up to her own. “Stop teasing!” he groaned.
Fuji giggled and slowly dipped the tip inside Nakayama’s dripping hole. “I’m sorry, baby,” she said. “Pokke loves it when I tease her.”
Nakayama couldn’t have possibly cared less about what Pokke liked at that moment. Fuji’s cock gently stretching her felt so fucking good. It was the only thing she could think about. She let out a pathetic whimper, only half-succeeding in burying it in the pillow, as all eight inches of Fuji bottomed out.
“Is that okay, ponychan?” Fuji asked.
Nakayama saw their concerned look reflected in the mirror. “I’m fine,” he panted. “I’m good.”
Fuji smiled. “Yes, you are. I’m going to start moving now, okay? Tell me if it’s too much.”
Nakayama already knew that wasn’t going to be a problem. He let out a long sigh as Fuji pulled out, and then cried out when they pushed back in again, much faster than the first time. Her initial cry turned into an unbroken series of whimpers and moans as Fuji set a fast pace.
He had never taken anything this big before. The feeling of fullness was intoxicating, and the way Fuji’s tip dragged against his walls made his muscles go weak. That she was still alive was impressive, given that Sirius’s six-incher was already able to turn her into an incoherent mess. She affixed her gaze on Fuji’s tits in the mirror, bouncing freely with each stroke.
“You’re so tight, ponychan,” Fuji said. Her voice was breathy with exertion. As Nakayama whined at the cock filling her, Fuji lifted a hand and brought it down hard against her ass, leaving a red mark behind. “Sorry, couldn’t resist,” they said. The apology was unnecessary, evidenced by the way Nakayama moaned and ground his hips against hers. “Good puppy…” they murmured.
Nakayama was on cloud nine. Fuji slapped his ass again, then leaned over and pressed her lips to the small of his back, all without breaking her rhythm. Nakayama shuddered at the feeling of Fuji’s warm mouth against her skin, causing her core to give out and making her hips drop back to the bed.
Fuji didn’t seem to mind, however, as they kept fucking him at the same merciless pace. She licked up his back, tracing the line of his spine, until she reached his neck. There, they bit down hard, drawing out a strangled mixture of a cry and moan from Nakayama, before soothing the new mark with their tongue. “So very soft, ponychan…” she whispered. The movement of her lips made Nakayama’s hair stand on end.
The squelching sound of Nakayama’s soaked pussy filled the room. Lost in a haze of pleasure, Nakayama looked into the mirror through half-lidded eyes, watching Fuji mouthing at his neck while her hips snapped repeatedly against her. He knew he was close, and it took all his effort just to choke out, “I’m… c-close…” to Fuji.
At his labored words, Fuji slightly increased her pace. The bed rumbled with the ferocity of their strokes. “Are you going to cum, ponychan?” she said, straightening back up so that she could get a tight hold on Nakayama’s hips.
“Fffffuuuckkkk…!” Nakayama moaned. She had been so wound up, and it was all about to come crashing out of her. She tried to respond to Fuji’s question, but she couldn’t form any words.
“That’s okay, darling,” said Fuji. She gently stroked Nakayama’s ass, the soft touch of her hands contrasting the brutal pounding of her cock. “Cum for me, ponychan. You deserve it. You’ve done so well, for me and for Sirius.”
Sirius’s name was the final straw. A thunderous moan ripped out of Nakayama’s throat as she shattered into a million pieces. She writhed underneath Fuji’s strong grip pinning her to the bed, the sensation of their cum shooting deep inside her only heightening her ecstasy. In the throes of pleasure, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and saw he utterly debauched he was. Somewhere in the back of his mind he sent a silent thank you to Sirius.
Fuji slid out of Nakayama’s cunt with a deliciously wet sound. A little dribble of cum followed close behind, a few drops rolling down onto the sheets beneath his slightly spread legs. “Enjoy yourself, ponychan?” Fuji asked.
“Nnnggghh…” Nakayama groaned. She was still lost in the aftershocks of her orgasm. Without Fuji’s hands on him anymore, he rolled over onto his back, sending another rivulet of cum running out of him.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Fuji laughed. “I had a good time too, dear.” After a beat, a devious smirk lit up her face. “It seems like there’s a bit of a mess to clean up, though, ponychan.”
“Whuh…?” said Nakayama. Of course there was a mess. Why did they need to clean up now? Was Fuji really that much of a clean freak? She did not have the bandwidth to ask these questions, however. His confusion grew when Fuji plucked her phone off the nightstand and began to dial a number. “Who the hell’re you calling?” he asked.
Her question was answered when she heard a voice she could always identify coming through the phone. “Fuji! How’s it going?” said Sirius.
“I would say it’s going great,” Fuji replied. “What about you, Nakayama?” She panned the camera over to Nakayama, who desperately tried to hide how much of a mess he was.
“What a cute puppy,” Sirius said, clearly holding back laughter. “Did Fuji take good care of you?”
“Shut up,” growled Nakayama. She took off her beanie and threw it at the camera.
Fuji cleared their throat. “I don’t think I’m quite done with him yet, Sirius.”
“Oh?” Sirius didn’t even try to hide the arousal in her voice.
“I made a bit of a mess, you see,” Fuji continued. “It would only be polite to clean it up.”
“I agree.”
Fuji snapped her fingers. “I’m glad we see eye to eye. Can you hold this for me, ponychan?” She handed her phone to Nakayama and proceeded to lie on her stomach between his legs.
Nakayama blushed furiously. “Hey, I just…” She remembered that Sirius was still on the phone. “I just… y’know…”
“Do you want me to stop, dear?” asked Fuji.
Nakayama sighed. “No…”
“Good boy,” Sirius said. “Can you flip the camera around for me, puppy?”
Face still burning, Nakayama obeyed his girlfriend's orders. At least she wouldn’t be able to see the embarrassingly desperate look on his face anymore. As soon as she did, Fuji gave her a wink and dipped her mouth down to her pussy.
Nakayama arched her back and made a little squeaking noise. She was still incredibly sensitive from her climax only minutes ago. Fuji’s tongue licking up his folds, lapping up both their cum and his slick, was almost too much to handle. His voice degenerated into a string of breathy whines as Fuji worked her mouth over his overstimulated pussy.
“Damn,” Sirius said. “Wish I were there. Would you like that, Nakayama?”
Nakayama didn’t even hear her question. Even though she felt like her body was on fire, she could also tell that another orgasm was fast approaching. Fuji was doing downright magical things with their tongue. Having Sirius watch was very much helping him along as well.
This time, Fuji’s mouth was too occupied to give any praise or encouragement to Nakayama. It was completely unneeded, however. Within minutes, Nakayama came again, legs shaking and voice breathless. Every muscle in her body had gone limp beneath Fuji’s unrelenting mouth.
Sirius watched in rapt attention as Nakayama rode out his orgasm. Nakayama would have shuddered to think about all the new ideas that must have been swirling around in her head if she had been able to think at all. As it stood, Fuji had reduced her to nothing but a blob of pleasure.
As Nakayama basked in his afterglow, Fuji gently took the phone from his hands and lay down on the bed next to him. They nestled their chin against his shoulder and had a short conversation with Sirius that Nakayama completely tuned out. After they had talked about whatever needed talking about, she hung up and set the phone to the side.
“This was a night to remember, ponychan,” she said, nuzzling herself into his neck. “I hope I gave you a good performance.”
“Fuck…” sighed Nakayama. He badly wanted to go dig a cigarette out of the pocket of his shorts, but he didn’t trust the way his legs were still shaking. Besides, it would be rude to leave Fuji in bed by themselves.
Fuji laughed softly. “Does that mean I did?”
Nakayama smiled and pressed a light kiss to their ear. “One I’ll never forget.”