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Fenomeno stared at the closed door for a full second before punching the air. Finally, fucking finally, she had some free, peaceful time to work on the things she had been postponing. Fellow was going to visit her family for the weekend and she had the apartment all to herself. While living on the campus was cheaper than renting some shitty apartment nearby, the lack of privacy and quiet time was a detriment she had yet to learn how to navigate. Not that Fellow was a bad roommate, on the contrary, Fenomeno considered herself quite lucky to have her when compared to some more… interesting people who lived on the campus.

The problem was that Fenomeno worked best when she was by herself, without anything to distract her.

She sighed happily and looked around. There was a big paper she had to deliver on Tuesday and while she had drafted the entire thing a few days ago, she still had to double-check the sources and proofread a couple of times to make sure everything was in order. Before getting down to business, though, Fenomeno tidied up the small living room. A couple of shirts and books from Fellow were forgotten in a corner, so she rounded everything up and placed it on top of the TV rack, the shirts folded up nicely. She picked up the vacuum and quickly went through the carpet, humming to herself.

With that task done, she went to the open kitchen and browsed through the contents of the fridge. There were no leftovers besides white rice, so she had to cook. She frowned, considering ordering food, but decided against it. The joys of being alone meant she could walk around the room in her underwear after a shower, happily moving without having to worry about anyone following her around with their eyes. And cooking without having to consider someone else’s dietary preferences was a blessing Fenomeno was secretly overjoyed for.

Fellow always said Fenomeno’s food looked like jail meals, which was a total lie. Fenomeno merely prized herself in consuming high-quality protein and carbs. It was not her fault that sometimes her pre-workout food looked a little… gray. Sweet potato was not very pretty, after all. 

Fenomeno smiled; oh, she was intoxicatingly happy. She checked the time on her phone screen and saw it was still pretty early in the evening. There was a message from her father, a “thumbs up” reacting from when she said she would be alone for the evening. Fenomeno snorted and placed her phone face down on the table.

Deciding to shower first, then cook and then work on her paper, Fenomeno went to the washroom. She washed her hair and tail, cleaned behind her ears and moisturized her skin. She looked dubiously at the tail hair oil Fellow had suspiciously left behind and rolled her eyes. No, Fenomeno was not going to fall for the propaganda of oiling up your tail.

A few minutes later and she stepped out of her bedroom, wearing briefs and a black large cotton tee, hair brushed and ears dried. She still remembered her father telling her how important it was to make sure your ears were always dry. She smiled faintly; her human father had raised her by himself and his general lack of knowledge of uma musume anatomy had always been a double-edged sword. She had to figure out a bunch of things by herself, but at the same time, there had never been over the top expectations of how she was supposed to act or behave.

When she said she wanted to retire from racing to pursue higher education, her father had been supportive. She even knew that should she drop out of college tomorrow to go back to racing, he would still support her. That is how the old man was.

No wonder Fenomeno wanted to become an officer just like him. She loved her father very much.

In the kitchen, she fried some garlic and onion, cut chicken breast into cubes and added it to the frying pan. A couple of eggs and carrot cubes later, she added the rice and fried everything until it looked golden and smelled divine. Soy sauce and sesame oil to wrap it up and Fenomeno turned the fire down. She had used all the leftover rice so she could eat more later in case she felt hungry again.

She scooped the fried rice into a bowl, picked her favorite chopsticks and sat down at the sofa.

“Alexa, play ‘Love Theme’ from the Godfather.”

The fried rice tasted as good as it smelled. She closed her eyes and hummed to the instrumental song playing in the background. All things considered, she was looking forward to working on her paper. People told her she was going to slack off like everyone else does at college, but it turned out to be quite the opposite. Fenomeno took pride and joy in being on time and delivering excellent work. Having her professors complimenting her cohesive writing, encouraging her to pursue voluntary work to increase her extracurricular hours, recommending her for the Student Safety Committee… that was the kind of work that meant something not only for herself, but for others.

That was the true joy of giving back to the academic community! She finished her food, took her bowl to the sink and carried her laptop to the sofa. After asking Alexa to lower the volume, Fenomeno opened her laptop and quickly scanned the screen. Everything was just like she had left it; many tabs were open with different sources for her paper, which may look chaotic to some, but it made perfect sense for her.

Fenomeno grinned and opened the word document. If she managed to finish her essay that evening, that meant she had the entire next day to do whatever she wanted.

She was so satisfied and relaxed at the moment that when the loud banging came she jumped from the sofa, tail standing on end.

There was someone punching her door.

Going on high alert, she placed her laptop back on the sofa and looked around the room. Fellow’s baseball bat was against the wall. Armed with the bat above her head and ready to strike, Fenomeno approached the door slowly, looking through the peep hole.

Her arm relaxed and she sighed, placing the baseball bat back against the wall.

Of all the people on that entire campus, it had to be her.

The bane of her existence.

The most annoying, disrespectful, infuriating and fucking hot uma musume in the entire campus was banging on her door.

 Gold Ship.

Fenomeno took a deep breath, picked up a pair of drawstring shorts and went to unlock the door. Then she stopped and, thinking better on it, picked the baseball bat again. Just in case.

She was grinning on the other side, two perfect row of teeth, magenta eyes filled with glee when she was Fenomeno holding a baseball bat.

“What?” Fenomeno asked, frowning at her.

“Wow, Meno, is that a baseball bat in your pants or are you just happy to see me?”

Fenomeno sighed “I hear someone trying to destroy my door, of course I was expecting the worst. What do you want, Gold Ship?”

“Yeah, sorry about that, but I had to make sure you would hear me, ya know, just in case you were showering on somethin’. Anyways, can I come in?”

“I’m busy right now. Working on a paper.”

“Is Fellow home?”

“No, she is out visiting her family. Again, what do you want?”

“Uh…” Gold Ship shuffled. Only then did Fenomeno notice she had a backpack with her. “So, kind of a weird situation, but I got kicked out of my apartment?”

Fenomeno stared at her.

“What did you do? Please don’t tell me you broke any of the community rules. You know I will have to report you.”

“Hah! No, not at all! In fact, I kinda of kicked myself out? I mean, not really, but… well, you know how I am Stay Gold’s roommate, right? Aaaaaand let’s just say that Sirius is visiting and I don’t really fancy listening to them having some crazy sex next door while I try to catch up on the new episodes of Keeping up with the Mejiros? I know you’re gonna say I could have tried earbuds but, man, I swear to the Goddess, everytime they pull out the strap-on I can see the wall vibrating.”

Fenomeno stared at her again. Harder, this time. She definitely did not need to know what Stego and Sirius got up too, but knew that telling Gold Ship not to overshare other people’s business was the same as talking to a wall. Gold Ship had no filter, after all. And, not to mention, if there was some sort of noise complaint in the dorms, Fenomeno usually had to get involved as a member of the Student Safety Committee.

“And you decided that my apartment was the best place to go?”

“I mean, you are the best person to go to on any occasion, are you not? You’re the only person that is reliable in this place.” She opened a genuine smile, squeezing the strap of her backpack.

Oh, Fenomeno knew what she was doing. She knew it very well, because Gold Ship knew it worked like a charm. A silly little feeling travelled down Fenomeno’s belly.

Her relationship with Gold Ship was… complicated.

There were not many uma musume in university; usually, at the ripe age of twenty, most umas were racing, travelling, expanding their careers abroad. Many peaked during their highschool years – Fenomeno’s case, - but many continued until their late twenties, when their knees finally started to give up. And even the ones who retired earlier, higher education was not the preferred path. Fenomeno knew at least five umas she had gone to school with who married their trainers and opened small businesses or were happy being housewives.

That meant that Fenomeno knew every single uma musume in their university, for there were around thirty, and Gold Ship was the most troublesome one. She was loud and unapologetically herself, proud of her conquests during her racing career, but very proud to say that retiring earlier was the best thing she had ever done. And, after spinning a wheel, she decided to just jump into college and see what it had to offer.

Basically, she was there not to study, but fuck around and find out.

Which drove Fenomeno crazy, because Gold Ship did, indeed, fuck around and find out. She was everywhere; she even shared one class with Fenomeno, which she often did not show up to. Gold Ship was happy to lazy around the campus, napping on a patch of sunlight on the grass, sitting on top of the cafeteria table, messing around with umas and humans alike and being generally bothersome.

The real issue was that Fenomeno was very attracted to her and struggled to put a limit to her actions. How could she, when there was something so fascinating in her free-spiritedness? On one side, Fenomeno wanted to do her job as a keeper of the peace, on the other side, she just wanted to watch her from afar. Sometimes, Fenomeno imagined that Gold Ship knew she had a crush on her and was constantly taking advantage of it.

“I really need to finish this paper, Gold Ship.”

“And I promise not to mess with you? Please, don’t leave me hanging, or I will sleep outside of your door like a poor, dejected puppy.”

“Manipulation is not becoming of you.”

Gold Ship pouted “It is the truuuuuuth, Meno… I will die of consumption if I must sleep outside in the cold. My death will be in your hands.”

Fenomeno sighed and opened the door, muttering that no one had died of consumption in the last hundred years after the invention of vaccines. Nevertheless, she stepped aside.

Gold Ship cheered and jumped inside, looking around the room like an overexcited puppy.

“Okay, you can stay, but here are the rules. You don’t make any noise and let me finish my assignment and you do not touch anything that is not yours.”

“Okie dokie, boss.”

“Don’t… don’t call me that.”

“Eh, why?” Gold Ship dropped her backpack by the armchair, stretching her arms above her head. Her red shirt rode up, exposing a sliver of a pale stomach. Fenomeno glanced away. “I think the title matches you nicely. You are studying law, are you not? Very boss-like behavior, if you ask me.”

“I have no aspirations of becoming a boss. I am very happy with following instructions.”

“Meh, that is boring” she said, shrugging and jumping on the armchair, fishing her iPad from inside her backpack. “I think you should try bossing around a little more. I mean, not only when people are breaking rules around campus, but boss around for the sake of it. I think you’d enjoy it.”

Gold Ship popped her earbuds on and started browsing on her iPad, her attention spam getting consumed by the electronic device. Fenomeno breathed in and out, fighting a shiver.  She robotically made her way back to the sofa, sitting down, laptop on her lap, trying not to look at Gold Ship.

Bossing around, huh?

Is bossing around worked, she would order Gold Ship to go back to her apartment and use noise cancelling earbuds.

Despite her better judgement, Fenomeno stole a quick glance at her. She had her eyes glued to her iPad, watching something. Probably Keeping up with the Mejiros. If bossing around worked, Fenomeno would tell her to drop the iPad, spread her legs a bit more, let me see what color underwear you’re wearing today.

Fenomeno snapped back to her laptop screen, furiously blushing.

Why am I suddenly feeling horny? She asked herself, glaring at the word document like it had personally offended her. She had to focus. Good, honest work was the key to self-control and Fenomeno was a master of the craft. A diligent and responsible uma who needed to make progress on that paper.

It took a few minutes, but she managed to tune out Gold Ship’s presence. Reading dry, boring – but essentially important – legal lingo was enough to kill anyone’s libido, and soon enough, Fenomeno was deep into her work.

When she decided to follow in her father’s footsteps, she knew she wanted to do her best. There was a demand for uma musume in law enforcement, given the marvelous gift of their biology, but Fenomeno did not simply want to be a brute. She wanted to understand the law on a deeper level in order to enact it properly. She did not want to become an attorney, Goddess, not at all, but she also did not want to feel like her biology was the only necessary trait in order to pursue her new career.

She had had enough of that with racing.

Also, though those were plans for a distant future, the idea of becoming a teacher later in life had always been appealing. Better to start now than struggle to catch up later, she assumed.

The first draft was good enough that she had to alter very little of it, cleaning some typos here and there, tuning her language and checking that she had added the correct references to each passage. After thirty minutes or so, Fenomeno was halfway through it when she heard the grumbling noise.

Gold Ship was upside down on the armchair, holding her iPad and playing a Candy Crush rip-off. The grumbling returned.

“Was that your stomach?” she asked despite herself.

Gold Ship looked at her, still hanging upside down on the armchair. “Did not manage to eat before getting kicked out.”

“There is some friend rice on the stove.”

“Aw, thanks, but I don’t wanna steal your food.”

Her stomach grumbled again, audibly so.

Fenomeno sighed “It is okay, I made too much food anyways.”

“I think I have some instant noodles in my bag” she shrugged, flipped her body back into a normal sitting position, opening her backpack.

“Gold Ship” Fenomeno said, her low voice coming out a little rough. “Go and eat the fried rice.”

The white haired uma stopped, looking at Fenomeno with a surprised expression. She swore there was a faint flush to her cheeks, but given her pale complexion, it could have been a trick of the light. Gold Ship eventually nodded, made some finger guns, and skipped towards the kitchen. Fenomeno watched her go and carefully released her bottom lip that she had not even noticed she had been biting.

As Gold Ship shuffled around the kitchen, Fenomeno went back to her document, trying and failing to work on it. Every single sound that came from the kitchen drew her attention. Was Gold Ship breaking something? Did she enjoy the food? Or did she think, like Fellow, that Fenomeno’s cooking was too practical and not gourmet enough?

What a stupid, nagging feeling. Fenomeno had been the one to tell her to go and eat, why bother if she enjoyed it? Gold Ship wasn’t even supposed to be there, let alone eat Fenomeno’s leftovers. She frowned, shifting her weight on top of the sofa. No, that did not seem like a very nice thing to think. She was self-aware enough to know that her antagonistic feelings towards Gold Ship were inspired by her powerlessness to put an end to Gold Ship’s antics, derived from her attraction to the other uma.

Fenomeno bit at the inside of her cheek, pretending to read her own work while her ears were focused on the noise coming from the kitchen. She heard the microwave’s sound and a couple of seconds later, the tapping of Gold Ship’s bare feet on the carpet.

“Thank you for the food, Meno” she said softly before starting to eat. “Hmm, it’s good.”

A slick, wet feeling travelled down Fenomeno’s belly. She nodded her head, but did not dare look up for longer than a second. Gold Ship’s soft voice thanking her for the food had been one of the sweetest things she had ever heard, her happy humming noises feeling the air. Fenomeno vaguely wondered if she was having a fertile period moment, because there was no way she was feeling that affected merely by the sound of another uma’s voice.

That was going to be her final attempt at focusing on that paper. Fenomeno blocked all the exterior noise as best as she could and locked in. She was almost done, after all, and any minor edits could be done next Monday, as she usually liked to quadruple-check her papers one day before sending it. Fenomeno cracked her knuckles and started typing.

The sound of the laptop keyboard was lulling her own mind into sharpness. She worked on the references, added all of them to the ending of the paper and it was mostly done. Fenomeno finally sighed with relief and smiled down at the word document. It seemed like she had done a good job and could barely wait for her grading. Getting good marks on a paper always felt good, but Fenomeno saw getting neutral or bad marks as means of improvement.

She was happy to get whatever she did, although the small sliver of pride that lived inside her body very much knew she was going to get good marks.

It was only when she felt Gold Ship’s eyes boring into her that she noticed she was smiling at her laptop screen.

“W-What?” she asked, feeling her ears flatten against her head.

“Nothin’, you look so happy for someone who is doing academic work.”

“I take it very seriously.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

“What are you studying?” she asked as if she did not know the answer.

“Business” she shrugged. “Seemed like a good starting point after racing, all things considered. My mother thinks I’m just bored and ended up joining any course I could get accepted in.”

Fenomeno hummed. From how little she saw Gold Ship attending classes, she thought it could very well be the case. “And is she right?”

Gold Ship frowned “Damn, of all people, I thought you’d be the one to encourage me.”

“Forgive me” she quickly said, wincing at her own tone. Gold Ship’s face softened. “That was uncalled for. What I mean is that I barely ever see you attendings classes and… I wondered what is that you really want here.”

“I do go to my classes… I just have some other side projects that are just as important to me.” She shrugged and stretched. “I just think there is so much to see, so much to do that sometimes being confined inside a classroom is not my style. And, hey, gotta enjoy the time we have while we’re young, right? You never know when you’re gonna get a life changing injury and be forced to slow down.”

While she did not completely agree, she could understand her point of view.

“I see. I think… similarly, in a way. Time is precious, we must use it to the best of our abilities.”

“You just really enjoy writing papers, then.”

“I guess I do” Fenomeno allowed, smiling faintly at Gold Ship. The other uma beamed back, gingerly holding her empty bowl. “Go and put that in the sink.”

Gold Ship’s ear flickered, but she went to the kitchen. Fenomeno stared at her laptop screen once again, saving her document and thinking how that evening had taken a weird turn. Suddenly, she heard water splashing around. Gold Ship was washing the dishes. She merely watched the other uma as she washed not only her bowl, but the one Fenomeno had eaten from.

When she returned to the living room, she brought back a glass of iced water.

“Here we go, a reward for your diligent work!”

Fenomeno gazed at the glass being offered, looking up at the other uma. Her eyes were as mischievous as always, but her smile was soft and encouraging.

“You did not need to bring me water.”

“And you did not need to feed me, nor take me in, and yet, here we are.”

“I… thank you” she took it, taking a refreshing sip. “I could not let you linger outside in the corridor. What if you did catch a cold?”

“You would have to live with the pain of knowing you caused me harm and we both know you’re too nice to do that.”

Fenomeno chuckled awkwardly, hiding her flush behind the glass. Gold Ship returned to the armchair, crossing her legs in a deliberate movement. Without realizing, Fenomeno followed the movement, catching the tiniest peak of red from underneath her skirt. She swallowed, suddenly very thirsty, and gulped down all of the water.

Now that she did not have her work to distract herself with, she could only pay attention to the other uma. She considered asking Alexa to change the song, as the device was playing soundtracks from movies she enjoyed, but for some reason, she felt like that was too obvious. That she was suddenly very nervous to be alone with Gold Ship with nothing tangible to separate them. Even the iPad laid forgotten at the armchair.

Her legs were so long. Fenomeno was tall, but she was muscular, bulky, while Gold Ship was more on the lithe side, athletic, yes, but lithe. And she had the perkiest tits Fenomeno had ever seen, bulging the front of her red shirt. For the first time, Fenomeno noticed she was not wearing a bra, the outline of her nipples just barely visible through the cotton fabric.

Fenomeno’s fingers squeezed the glass.

What other plans did she have for the evening? She wanted to read a book, yes, or perhaps listen to some music and do some stretching. Masturbate before going to bed and sleep the rest of the dead. But now, she could not. She swallowed and moved to place the glass on top of the small table next to the sofa, Gold Ship’s eyes following her movement like a hawk.

The Alexa device started playing Kate Bush’s Wuthering Heights.

“I like that song” said Gold Ship. “The new Wuthering Heights movie is kinda gross, though.”

“I thought it’s not coming out until later this week.”

“The perks of having contacts. I watched it on a press release a couple of days ago. It is a very, veeeeery horny movie.”

Fenomeno hummed noncommittally, crossing her legs. The seam of her shorts rubbed uncomfortably against her.

“Must be awkward to watch a horny movie in a theatre with a bunch of strangers.”

“Yeah, I’d rather watch horny stuff by myself.”

Once again, Gold Ship falling into the traps of oversharing. And Fenomeno knowingly fell into the trap of asking.

“Do you now…”

“Sometimes, if I’m alone I will watch something. Makes me kind of jealous of Stego and her thing with Sirius.”

“Are they dating?”

“Nah, they just fuck.”

Hearing such crude language coming from Gold Ship’s mouth was not helping. The way her rosy lips would wrap around the profanity. Fenomeno imagine her lips wrapping around something else. Again, her eyes went to her breasts, how soft they looked underneath that shirt.

It was now impossible to ignore it; Fenomeno was excited. She could feel the warmth blooming between her legs, the soft pulsing of her clit making it hard to think. She imagined her face was completely red, and from the amusement in Gold Ship’s face, she other uma was enjoying flustering her very much.

The most sensible thing to do was to cut her off immediately. Go and pick up fresh sheets and an extra pillow, throw them at Gold Ship and announce she was retiring for the night. You can stay on the sofa, good night, she would say. Then, she could lock herself inside of her bedroom and go to town with her favorite silent clit vibrator, but Fenomeno was way in over her head at that point.

She wanted Gold Ship and she wanted her now.

“So that’s what you want? A fuck-buddy relationship?”

It seemed like the swear word coming from Fenomeno’s mouth was just as effective, perhaps even more, given how polished her speech usually was. Gold Ship’s eyes widened. She giggled awkwardly and now Fenomeno knew it for real. The pink travelling up her cheeks was as telling as her twitching.

“No, not really.”  

“What do you want, then?”

“Well, yeah, I do want someone that will fuck me” she swallowed, looking at Fenomeno with her half-lidded eyes. “But someone that will take me on dates, walk around the campus holding my hand, perhaps even remind me to not skip my classes.” 

“More like reprimand you when you fail to show up” Fenomeno shook her head, smiling.

“Yeah, that works.”

“Gol Ship” she said after a beat. “Come here.”

Gold Ship rose from the armchair like she was melting away, a sinuous full body movement. Fenomeno watched as she towered over her for a second before placing a knee on the sofa, half-sitting on Fenomeno’s lap. She inhaled shakily, gulping down the trembling inside her belly. Slowly, she lifted a hand to touch at the soft cotton shirt, digits travelling up, just barely brushing against her breasts before setting on her collarbones. Gold Ship leaned in, a puff of breath escaping her open lips.

Being so tall, it was rare that Fenomeno found herself under another uma, and yet, she had to glance up.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Fucking hell, Meno, yeah.”

“Alright” she muttered, bringing Gold Ship down into a kiss.

Her body was like a warm weight on her thighs, her smell fresh and musky. Fenomeno inhaled deeply as she licked her way into Gold Ship’s mouth, playing with her tongue, taking her hips firmly to settle her on top. Gold Ship groaned, grabbing fistfuls of Fenomeno’s hair, losing herself as she rocked softly, seeking more contact.

The softness of her flesh was unparalleled, firm and yet plump. Fenomeno breached underneath her shirt, travelling up, lifting it to reveal her round breasts. She flushed in excitement, locking eyes with Gold Ship as she squeezed both breasts, filling up her strong hands so perfectly.

“Perfect” she whispered before opening her mouth, dragging her tongue softly on the reddened flesh. Gold Ship twitched erratically, closing her eyes, silver hair falling on Fenomeno’s thighs as she arched back.  

Droplets of sweat burst from Fenomeno’s sides. As she licked and sucked at her breasts, filling her mouth with the object of her desire, her fingers gripped at her waist, guiding Gold Ship’s rocking. Shuddering with excitement, Fenomeno felt as Gold Ship’s underwear, possibly wet, dragged against her unclothed thigh.

The smell of arousal was intoxicating.

“Take this off” Fenomeno ordered, surprising even herself at the roughness of her voice. Gold Ship seemed to like it, stepping back to get rid of her shirt and skirt.

“For someone who said they’re not bossy, you sure enjoy bossing me around, Meno.”

“You bring out my worst qualities.”

Gold Ship giggled, shaking her head. “Nah, ah, ah, I think I bring out your best qualities.”

She sat on Fenomeno’s lap again, palming at the hem of her shirt, removing it. As Fenomeno had no underwear on, Gold Ship took her breasts in hand, pinching the nipples until they peaked. A soft groan came out of Fenomeno’s mouth.

“Hmmm, you’re so cute, Meno.”

“W-What?” she asked, embarrassment taking over like a tsunami. She was not what people usually considered cute.

“Yeah, you are… hm, I love your tits, they’re so cute. What else do you got here?”

She could do nothing but stare, heart thundering against her chest, as Gold Ship slipped to the floor, pulling on the hem of her shorts and underwear all at once. Fenomeno, burning with desire and embarrassment, lifted her hips to help her. As she had suspected, her was already wet and very, very turned on.

Gold Ship hummed happily, locking their eyes together as she shoved two fingers inside her mouth.

“Wait!” Fenomeno exclaimed. “If… we stain the sofa, Fellow is going to kill me.”

“Oh, yeah…”

The answer to that problem turned out to be Gold Ship, using an astonishing amount of strength, carrying Fenomeno in her arms, despite the other’s very loud complaints. Gold Ship laughed manically as she carried the naked uma to her bedroom, throwing her on the bed.

“Gold Ship!” she yelled.

No time to complain, because as soon as Gold Ship had Fenomeno where she wanted, she climbed on the bed, wet fingers back inside her mouth, a manic glint in her eyes. Fenomeno’s yelp turned into a moan as the wet fingers made contact with her cunt, mixing saliva with her own juices.

Gold Ship kissed her, sucking at the bottom lip as she rubbed wet fingers in circular motions, flush against Fenomeno’s clit. Fenomeno’s body arched beautifully, her eyes falling close as she thrusted back. She was so horny that she knew it wouldn’t take long before she came, and Gold Ship was enthusiastically giving her the experience of a lifetime.

Teeth and tongue travelling down her neck, shoulders, nipping at the defined collarbones, Gold Ship made sure no inch of that glistening tanned skin was left untouched. Her stamina was never-ending, her hand never stopped. She took Fenomeno’s breast inside her mouth, sucking at her nipple, ripping gasps and moans from the other uma’s lips.

“Nghn… G-Gold Ship…”

“Yeah, babe? Does it feel good?”

Fenomeno forgot what she was going to say, she just gasped and gripped at the sheets, feeling the strong waves of orgasm hitting her one right after the other. Gold Ship did not stop, prolonging her release, making Fenomeno see literal stars dancing behind her eyelids as she came. Gold Ship kissed her, mixing their saliva, her fingers soaked still softly rubbing against Fenomeno’s folds.

She finally managed to open her eyes, gasping for air, heart bursting inside her chest. Her knees gave out and she stretched on the bed, still trying to regain her breath. Gold Ship giggled happily, playing with her cunt, slipping her fingers further down.

“Can I put my fingers inside you?” she asked in a whisper.

Fenomeno blinked, sighing, opening her legs again in a silent invitation.

It seemed like Gold Ship was not done.

Whenever Fenomeno masturbated, she kept things externally, she was not a big fan of penetration in general – she had never been with someone who had a penis and would probably stay like that until the end of her days. And in the rare occasions she had sex with another uma or human female, she was always on the giving end. So, when she felt Gold Ship’s finger inside of her, she had to fight back a moan.

It was so wet, so caring, it slipped inside with no resistance at all. Fenomeno rocked back, still feeling the aftershocks of the orgasm, inviting Gold Ship to add a second finger. She crawled down the bed, held Fenomeno’s knee open and threw her hair to the other side, softly licking at Fenomeno’s clit while fucking her with her fingers.

Never had Fenomeno felt something like that. In that moment, she might as well be a little in love with Gold Ship. Her magenta eyes, shining with lust, looking back at her as she sucked on her clit, fingers rotating inside. Fenomeno held her hair back, blunt nails scratching against her ear,  It felt so good, so warm, it was addicting.

“Fuck…” another profanity left her mouth and she felt like crying. Gold Ship’s tongue lapped against her clit, lips wrapped around her cunt as she sucked, fucked her so expertly that Fenomeno could only watch in dismay as she was completely dismantled. “Goddess, I’m coming a-again…”

And so she did, the second orgasm far more powerful than the second. Fenomeno cried, fighting not to squeeze Gold Ship’s head between her legs as she came. A strong wave of arousal washed over her, an earth-shattering pressure inside and she released all at once.  

For a moment, she was blinded by the intensity, only to come back to earth with a crash.

“Gold Ship…” she called, almost weak. The other uma raised her head, her face drenched in liquid. “Oh… sorry. I, oh, dear Goddess, did I…?”

“Wow” Gold Ship said, blinking. “You came all over my face.”

“Oh” she said for the lack of a better thing to say. “I’m… sorry.”

“Meno, do not apologize” she smirked, licking at her lips. “If anything, wow, lucky girl, not everyuma can come like that.”

Fenomeno blushed, hiding her face in her hands. “I was not expecting that.”

Gold Ship chuckled, dragging her body up, touching Fenomeno’s chin. “Hey, when I came here I had every naughty intention you can think of. And from what I gathered, you also did not expect to squirt on my face. If anything, I am proud to know I am the one who gave you the best orgasm of your life.”

“You came here expecting to… what, have sex with me? I thought you were running away from Stego and Sirius’ proclivities.”

“Well, that too. But choosing between one of my friends and the hot uma I have a thing for, guess which one was the better option?”

“You have a thing for me?”

Gold Ship frowned at her “Damn, Mamechin, you’re slow as fuck, aren’t you? I just drowned in your pussy, of course I like you.”

“Then why do you… always drive me crazy around the campus with your shenanigans?”

She smiled, climbing on top of Fenomeno, embracing her. “Because that’s how I know to demonstrate I like you.

Fenomeno looked back at her, trying to decipher what she was seeing and hearing, reaching far behind the always present layer of mischief. There was a softness to Gold Ship that Fenomeno was not acquainted with – yet – but she surely wanted to be.

“Alright. Then… this is not just fucking for the sake of fucking, is it? The other things you said… going on dates, walking hand in hand, that kind of stuff. Do you want that? With me?”

“I would like it very much. Although, of course, dates with me always include shenanigans. If you are up to it.”

Fenomeno’s heart leaped inside her chest. She held her firmly, softly kissing her lips. She smelled and tasted like pussy and Fenomeno decided she loved it. “Okay.”

The night was young and Fellow was not returning anytime soon. Fenomeno removed her underwear with care, held Gold Ship against her chest, kissed her neck and shoulder, inhaled the fruity aroma of her hair. She had been absolutely debauched earlier, but she decided she wanted to make Gold Ship come slowly, lovingly, even.

They would have a lot of time to fuck crazy later. Fenomeno did have a strap somewhere inside her cabinet, after all.

Holding her neck, turning her head to the side so she could kiss her lips, Fenomeno made her come once, then again, and when her legs were starting to weaken, dragged Gold Ship to sit on her face and ate her out until she was screaming.

Later, Gold Ship boiled some water to make some tea. They had showered to rid themselves of the sweat and bodily fluids and while Gold Ship busied herself around the kitchen, Fenomeno had discreetly changed the sheets. She still had a hard time believing she had ejaculated like that, it had never happened before, but perhaps Gold Ship was that good. Or she really liked her, what made the sex much more special.

Turns out Fenomeno did not need to set the sofa for a guest. It felt only natural to share the bed after what they had done, and Fenomeno quite liked the idea. She was a natural cuddler and usually slept wrapped around a pillow. Gold Ship did seem like she would kick her out of the bed and steal all the covers, but Fenomeno was willing to try.

“Thank you” Fenomeno accepted the tea, blowing at it before taking a sip. No sugar, just like she enjoyed it.

Gold Ship made her way to the other side of the bed, also holding her tea.

“So, what are your plans for the week?”

“I have to deliver this paper on Tuesday so I will spend the Monday evening working on it.”

“I thought you had finished it already.”

“I did, but I’d rather go over it one day before delivering just to make sure it is up to my standards.”

She hummed “Wow, you really are an honor student. I know I should learn from you in that regard, but I’d rather just do my own thing.”

“It would be too much to wait on a miracle” Fenomeno chuckled, sipping her tea. “I should be free after that, not counting classes.”

“Wanna go and watch the horny movie with me?”

“The new Wuthering Heights?”

“Yeah.”

Fenomeno looked at her soft expression, slight flush, like she was more hesitant to ask her out than to have sex. Warmth blossomed in her chest. She discreetly reached out, letting her pinky finger touch hers.

“I’d love to go out with you.”

She smiled back, face brightening. “It’s a date, then.”