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It was rather embarrassing how Gigi found herself in this situation anyway, so she decided not to talk about it.
“I don’t know,” Gura hummed. Her tail wasn’t as sinuous as Gigi’s, not as dextrous, but it had a weight and strength that Gigi couldn’t stand up to. The muscles underneath it twitched as it lazily wagged over the arm of the chair. “I feel like you’ve been too naughty-”
“Terrible dialogue, let’s try it again,” Gigi complained.
“I’m going to kick you.”
“I will bite your knee-”
“What are you, five?-”
“Says you-” Gigi gagged, the pressure of the collar no longer just a light weight to be ignored. Gura wrapped the leash around her palm, tugging on it while watching Gigi’s expression with narrowed eyes.
“I let you bark, but I think some training is in order,” Gura pressed her bare foot to Gigi’s shoulder, pushing her down to the floor fully.
Every muscle in Gigi’s body twitched, trying to push her back up, trying to lunge towards Gura in blissful violence. Enough of this charade of dynamic they were trying to play, their teeth were meant for biting and more.
“I’m not a dog,” Gigi growled.
Gura’s wry eyebrow raise was a dangerous thing. “And yet here you are.” Her foot pressed, and the leash pulled, and Gigi was left getting shamefully wet as she felt molded by the opposing forces on her body. “Lying at my feet like a common mutt, all bark and no bite-”
“I said I’ll show you bite,” Gigi bared her teeth. She felt light headed from lack of air, even as Gura eased off on the leash.
“I wasn’t the one who started calling you pup,” Gura said sharply. “That was all Ame. And you know what else?” She tapped Gigi’s back with her foot, warning her before she jerked on the leash. Up Gigi went, and Gura’s clawed hand was digging into her chin before she knew it, the cold flooring digging into her knees. “Ame was the one who said you’d need a collar. She said you’d be good, she said you wouldn’t need a muzzle, but all I see is a mouthy hound who needs one.”
Gura’s teeth were different from Gigi’s. It was obvious when she grinned like she did now; hers were serrated, loose fitting in gums and meant to fall out if needed. The promise of a harsh bite was within her tensing jaw. Saccharine sweet, she said, “You’ll be good, won’t you? Don’t want to prove Ame wrong now, do we?”
It was a bitter silence that Gigi let ring. Her rage and shame battled with arousal, along with the loyal dog in her that could imagine Ame’s proud smile if she just went along with Gura’s little game.
“I’m surprised,” Gura squeezed Gigi’s cheeks till her mouth opened, and she pressed her thumb onto her tongue till she gagged. “Makes me wonder if all I need to do to get you to behave is just to bring up Ame.”
Rather gently, Gura dipped her thumb in and out of Gigi’s mouth, letting her suck on it like a cock. Occasionally, she’d force it in deeper than Gigi was able to handle, where spit would drip from her chin and her eyes would water slightly.
“Good mutt,” Gura said begrudgingly. She patted Gigi’s head condescendingly before spreading her legs apart, revealing the bulge in her boxers. “I’m sure you could handle more, no?”
“I can,” Gigi took it as a challenge, shifting on her knees to alleviate the ache. Gura just scoffed and tossed a pillow for her to rest on.
“Ame would get mad at me,” she explained, as if Gigi didn’t see the flash of concern in her eyes. “Don’t want her favorite pup getting ruined.”
“So I’m her favorite?” Gigi settled, pressing Gura’s legs apart with perhaps a bit more force than necessary, but Gura grinned at the stretch. “Glad you finally realized that.”
“Favorite pup,” Gura emphasized. “Different from her favorite girl.”
Gigi snarled and pressed her palm into Gura’s cock. She smiled mirthlessly at the choked moan that earned her, and began mouthing at the soft skin of Gura’s belly, just before her waistband.
“Her favorite girl is rather easy,” Gigi poked. “All it takes is a hand?”
The chain linking the leash to the collar jingled as Gura pulled Gigi up to straddle her. She pressed her knuckles to Gigi’s cunt, chuckling at her gasp. “Seems like you’re the same way,” Gura nipped at Gigi’s neck. “Easy.”
That set them off. Gigi pressed Gura’s cock against her belly as she jerked her off, twisting her hand every so often and thumbing over the slit at the head. She squeezed at the base and ran her nails up the shaft carefully, grinning ruthlessly at the open mouth moan that would work out of Gura.
Meanwhile, Gura had wormed her way into Gigi’s underwear as well, spreading her cunt with two fingers and using the middle to press against her clit. She was damp, leaking onto Gura’s palm, and the bitter salt smell of her slick reached Gura’s sensitive nose and made it twitch. When Gura tried to slip a finger inside, Gigi shifted away with a nervous noise, and wordlessly, Gura stopped trying. She instead focused on alternating the patterns she used on her clit, and rumbled her pride when Gigi started letting out breathy gasps.
“Do you know,” Gura licked her lips, watched a bead of sweat roll down Gigi’s neck, “how Ame’s cunt feels?”
“Why-” Gigi hiccuped, eyes screwed shut and hand working harder at Gura’s dick, hoping for a similar gesture in return. “Why are you bringing her up?”
“Simple question, Gigi.” It didn’t escape her that Gura used her name this time. “Do you know how it feels?”
“Of course not.” Gigi adjusted, straddling one of Gura’s thighs instead so that she could use her leg to press against her cock as well. The added pressure ripped a growl out of Gura. “I don’t, fuck, I’m not able to-”
“It’s warm,” Gura interrupted. She switched hand motions, instead ‘jerking’ Gigi off between two fingers. Mouthing at Gigi’s neck, she continued. “It’s always so wet, god, she leaks like a faucet when she’s needy, you know when her face gets all red and-”
“-she can’t string a sentence together,” Gigi canted her hips, as if she were fucking into Gura’s hand. “She gets whiny. Always wantin’ more-”
In a terrible falsetto, Gura whimpered, “More cock, please, oh, oh Gigi, please, fuck me-” she punctuated the last part with a pinch to Gigi’s clit, before switching to a slow rocking pressure with her palm when Gigi’s expression inched towards discomfort.
“She doesn’t sound like that,” Gigi hissed, but it was a punched out rebuke. “And she wouldn’t-”
“-say that?” Gura guessed. She blinked when an idea struck her. She tugged her hand out of Gigi’s boxers and pulled them down entirely. Letting Gigi step out of them, she then grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, sitting her back down so that her back was to Gura’s front.
“What’s this for?” Gigi squirmed, tail sinking into the cushion and threatening to spill its stuffing. Gura was glad that wasn’t her leg or something, but then quickly focused on her plan.
Shifting them around just so, she made it so that her cock peeked out from between Gigi’s thighs, the weeping head and a few extra inches brushing against the soft hairs there. Gura could feel the warmth of Gigi’s clit, could even feel it if she rocked her hips up a bit.
“Not inside,” Gigi warned, but it was a weak thing, like she knew she couldn’t stop Gura if she wanted to. But that thought just made Gura feel sick.
“No, no,” Gura murmured. She kissed at the nape of Gigi’s neck, where the skin was warm and sweaty, and the pebble of her vertebrae was solid against her teeth. “Look-” she reached around, one hand on the leash, the other taking Gigi’s hand and wrapping them both around Gura’s cock. “You can fuck her now.”
She could feel Gigi’s breath hitch, a jolt in her sternum that echoed through her body enough that Gura could feel it in her sternum.
“Look at your cock,” Gura cooed. “She’d take it so well, yeah, she always takes it so good. Fuckin’, always tight and hot, you’ve felt her mouth, fuck, it’s better than that-”
“Yeah?” Gigi asked, an uncertain quality to her voice that Gura had never heard before. She took note of this, and slowed her roll just a bit.
Tugging on the leash to make Gigi’s back arch just so, Gura pressed her hips up, watching Gigi’s own hips mirror the motion. “You’d fuck her like that, you know how to do it, that bit that makes her cry-”
“Mmm!,” gasping, Gigi thumbed over the head of Gura’s cock, the phantom sensation rattling through her. It was hers if she squinted, if she ignored the light blue of it and thought of it more as a side effect of the lighting. “Yeah, yeah I do-”
“If you press ‘n ‘er stomach, b’low her belly button, her cute tummy,” now Gura was losing herself too, feeling dizzy from the woodsy sweet smell she found in the crook of Gigi’s neck. “You c’n feel ‘t move, ‘s so big, you’re splitting her open Gigi-”
Gigi’s head lolled back onto Gura’s shoulder, her mouth was puffing hot air against Gura’s cheek. Her eyes were closed. “Fuck, Gura, Ame, fuck-”
“You gotta make sure she comes first,” Gura crooned. She pressed her cock in, making sure she was pressing against Gigi’s clit and knowing she succeeded when Gigi’s voice rattled. “She gushes, gets so tight,” squeeze around Gigi’s hand, let the phantom pressure make pin needles in the soft tissue of Gigi’s brain, “she loves being full, you know that. Wan’s to feel it drip out, Gigi, you gotta give it all to her-”
Gigi squirmed, whining, “I will, yeah, I will,” into the cool dark of the bedroom, hips jerking into Gura’s hands.
Winding the leash around her fingers till it was short, Gura tugged Gigi’s head to face her before kissing her roughly. It was, unfortunately, a good amount of bumping teeth rather than genuine kissing. But then Gigi’s tongue dipped into Gura’s mouth, and their rocking movement shifted to something slower. Gura tugged on Gigi’s bottom lip before meeting her mouth again, the slick slide of their tongues making her realize the rough rasp of Gigi’s.
“G’nna come,” Gigi managed, gripping onto the side of Gura’s face and tilting into the kiss. Her cheeks were red and her bangs were plastered to her forehead from sweat. She was wet on Gura’s cock and still jerking them off.
“Inside her,” Gura mouthed to Gigi’s earlobe, biting at that too. “She’s gotta feel it-”
“For her, for her, yes, yes-” Gigi moaned, shuddering on Gura’s lap as she came. She was a pretty thing, a line of muscle and dark tail, the fuzz on her tummy getting painted with Gura’s come when she came too. The way Gura’s cock twitched between Gigi’s thighs made her feel as if it were her own, actually.
Gura grinned into Gigi’s shoulder, moving her gently on her lap till she was sideways and draped over the edges of the chair. “You looked like you were having fun.”
The look Gigi gave her barely qualified as a glare. “Shut up.”
“We’re going to need to shower soon.”
“Be quiet.”
“Is every response going to be a variation of shut up?”
“Silence.”
Gura barked out a laugh, tired eyes closing for longer than she’d meant them to. She felt wrung out, surprisingly so for what they did, that being, not that much. “Ame would kill to see us getting along.”
“We’re getting along?” Gigi thought for a moment. “Well, we aren’t fighting.”
“I think we were five seconds ago.” Gura yawned, scratching at the nape of Gigi’s neck absentmindedly and listening to her purr. “We do need to shower though.”
“We do,” Gigi acquiesced, but she just curled up in Gura’s lap, winding their tails around each other. “Later. With Ame.”
“Hmm.” Gura let her eyes fall shut, feeling Gigi’s warmth against her ribs. “With Ame.”
For once, they agreed on something.