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At the end of her second year of college, Jungle Pocket felt sure that she's just had the best year of her life so far. Maybe she's exaggerating, maybe she's just a horribly sappy moron with a gay heart, but she believes her life was darker before she met Agnes Tachyon. Not in like, a depressing way. Just in the way that she was totally in love with the other Uma to the point where in her mind, Tachyon was the sun in the centre of Pokke's universe.
That was a healthy way to feel about a girl after dating for just less than a year, right?
And what a magic (nearly) year it had been. Fuck, Pocket still considered that summer night at the old drive-in to be the happiest she's ever been. Kissing the girl of her dreams in the back of her beat up CRV, ignoring the movie playing on the giant screen before them? As if she'd forget the way pure joy had filled her being, or how her tail had gone so crazy she'd knocked over her Dr Pepper.
Cleaning the back of her car was worth it though. That smitten look on the other Uma's face, the twinkling sound of her laugh? It was like heaven.
Tachyon was good for her, of this she was sure. Having a biomed student for a girlfriend meant study dates, which meant she had actually done well in her studies this year without the stress of cramming between Rugby practice.
And, well, the sex was fucking great too. That was a given in her mind.
But, Pocket couldn't be thinking of sex with her hot ass girlfriend at that moment. Top ten worst places to pop a boner, in her mind, would be here; sitting in the uni's banquet hall, milling with student athletes, seated at a table of her teammates for the end of year awards dinner. Like hell she'd wanna chance having a visible tent in her slacks when she had a good shot of winning MVP after a killer season.
She was struggling enough as it was to keep her mind from slipping down those lines. Tachyon looked downright delectable in her dark dress, a high-necked number that left her arms bare, with a high slit that showed off those amazing, tight-clad legs. Her hair was mused up, some mix between her usual messy style and how she looked waking up in the morning, tucked under Pokke's chin, against her pillows and sheets-
And, fuck, Tachyon was wearing her Letterman jacket over it all. She didn't think she was a possessive beast, but her chest felt warm knowing her girlfriend was wearing her jacket, their relationship visible to any who saw her.
So, yeah. She was struggling not to get hard. Really struggling.
Tachyon was absolutely no help in that regard. Actually, scratch that, she was actively working against her, like a sexy evil mastermind. Before they'd even left Pocket's place, while her family was still home, Tachyon had tucked her nose into the collar of her jacket and taken a deep whiff, with some sinful eye contact. During the drive over, her hand had trailed along her thigh, nails dancing over the dark material of Pocket's dress slacks. In fact, her hand was still there! High on her upper thigh, but just shy of brushing against her clothed dick.
And it wasn't even like this was some new thing, either. In the spirit of honesty, usually they were just seconds away from jumping each other's bones. Anywhere. Anytime. Pocket had a rule against fucking in her car. Had. Tachyon had worn away that rule quickly, and now it seemed like every week she would find herself wiping down the seats in her old baby because her tease of a partner drove her crazy enough to think with her second head.
No where was safe or sacred, apparently. Well, except the locker room her team used, but that was due to the poorly kept secret that the team's captain and assistant captain would rail in the showers after every practice and game.
Pocket couldn't judge, not when Tachyon would pull her free from her shorts and get her off for doing "such a good job". But hey, at least they usually waited to get back to the older Uma's apartment!
Still, she'd falsely thought her girlfriend would leave it be that evening. They weren't voyeurs, never did anything anywhere too public, not like this. Not like palming her inner thigh at a table with all her teammates. If there was a line, this would surely be doing an Irish jog all over it, right? Goddesses, maybe she was just a horny dog. Maybe Tachyon's sex-fueled purrs were right about her...
...nah, probably not.
It was about halfway through the event that Pocket made up her mind about what to do. Sure, it was after Tachyon followed her to the bathroom and they made out for a few minutes, but still! And maybe she had to splash her face with cold water, and adjust herself a few times, and wait for her blood to settle before walking back out. Sue her! You try to keep your dick down when Agnes Tachyon is palming you through your pants and kissing at your neck like the world was ending!
The snickers from Shinko Windy upon her return convinced her to see her plan through. She was the only one of her teammates to be so upfront about it, at least, but the knowing looks from HishiAma and Katsuragi Ace made Pokke wanna bury her face in her arms and hide. That would only bring on more teasing, though. Ah, and Tachyon would laugh at her for sure, and pet at her hair, maybe play with her ears-
She needed to get back at her for this.
Thankfully, there was no visible erection straining her pants when she was called up for her MVP medal. The rest of the Rugby team cheered - Brian even clapped! - and she didn't bow like Fuji-san had last year, even if she felt the urge to. She was her own Uma, she would do things her own way. So, yeah, she did a little victory roar on the walk back to the table.
"Congrats, Pokke-san!" Mejiro Ryan clapped her on the shoulder. She'd also brought her girlfriend along for the evening, and she and Ines Fujin looked great in their matching dresses. "Well deserved! Maybe you'll be Captain one day!"
With a snort, Katsuragi Ace leaned back in her seat, into the waiting arm of her own date, Mr CB. "Yeah, that would require Brian to graduate or die. Either is just as likely."
Ace was incredibly lucky that their Assistant Captain, HishiAma, sat between her and the death glare team Captain Narita Brian was sending her way. If looks could kill, the only people left on the planet would be HishiAma and Brian. And maybe Hayahide.
"Mm, I agree, you deserve this, Pokke-kun~" and just like that the world around her faded away. Tachyon purred out her praise, hand back on Pocket's inner thigh, and leaning far closer than was strictly necessary. Fuck, the biomed student was practically nuzzling into the side of her neck! "You did such a great job this season, don't you agree?"
Part of her wanted to melt, and whimper out a meek agreement, and roll her hips to encourage that sinful hand to finally reach home base. Part of her wanted to say fuck it all, and sweep Tachyon out of the event hall and back to her car, and fuck her until she couldn't feel her legs before driving home and fucking her again. But, her brain wasn't turning off at the first sign of getting her dick wet for once.
"Mm, sure, but it was a team effort." Tachyon blinked in surprise at being brushed off, and Pokke took a gulp of her Dr Pepper to steel her nerves. Thank fuck the caterers carried her drink of choice! "Any of these gals are just as deserving. How about a toast? To our team?"
They raised their glasses, ignoring the glares from the other tables, and the presentation still going on. Pocket chanced a sideways glance at her date, noting the lingering confusion on her face. Great. It worked. This was possible. She could do this.
Jungle Pocket wouldn't give in. She was going to get back at Tachyon for riling her up all the time. She was going to come out on top this time.
Well. In more ways than one, at least.