Beastkin Cuteness and the Heat of the Night
Kkiing, kkiing... Cecil was adorable. She embodied the principle that combining good things with good things yields something even better—like mint chocolate. Even Veronica, who had sulked at the thought of having to take over Cecil's chores starting tomorrow, couldn't resist sneaking glances at her, utterly captivated.
Of course, there was the minor issue of her clinging to me too much, but... that wasn't much different from before. When she couldn't use utensils and I had to set her bowl on the floor... it felt a bit strange. With just ears and a tail added to an otherwise human form, it was almost inevitable.
Veronica, eating across from us, spoke up with a troubled look. "...Feels like we're doing something awful."
"Tell me about it."
Still, there was nothing for it until she regained her senses. After the meal, I played with her and stroked her. Veronica watched us with eyes full of envy—I couldn't tell if it was directed at me or Cecil, but when I offered her a turn, she touched her with a reluctant expression, stroking gently. She was probably jealous of me playing with Cecil.
Suddenly, as Veronica petted Cecil's ears, she murmured softly, "...Asha."
"Yeah?"
"You got any more of that potion?"
"What potion?"
"The one you and she took."
Her out-of-the-blue question made me tilt my head. Veronica replied in a timid voice, "Oh, n-no, it's not like it means anything special. It's just... I'm the only one without one, so I feel left out...?"
Classic dormitory talk from her. Guess we'll really be having pillow fights soon, I thought idly, then recalled. "I probably do. In the preservation case at the very back of the workshop... I think I labeled it."
"You have some?"
"Probably. But as you can see, the formula's a bit off... You might end up more animal-like than Cecil at first, not quite beastkin."
Veronica's cheeks seemed to flush. "Even our top student makes mistakes, huh?"
"No test subjects..."
As I offered my lame excuse, she giggled and stood. "Anyway, you have some, right? Mind if I take one?"
"...Like I said earlier, there might be side effects."
"So what? Our top student can take good care of me, can't she?"
That's the problem, I wanted to say. But her eyes brimmed with anticipation, making it hard to refuse. "...Well, whatever. It'll wear off quick anyway. Do what you want. I'm gonna wash Cecil up and head to bed... Go on ahead."
"Sweet."
Veronica headed to the workshop, looking utterly satisfied for some reason. I sighed inwardly and dealt with Cecil, who was rolling over to expose her belly. She hadn't gone outside, but crawling on hands and knees and tumbling around meant she wasn't clean.
I hauled her to the bathroom and wrestled with her for a good while before getting her washed and changed. By then, I was drenched in sweat too, so I needed a shower. Holding her warmed hands to help her walk to the bedroom, I found a new beast lounging on the bed. Wolf or feline ears and tail swished lazily.
I followed the wagging tail with my eyes, then shook my head. Meeting Veronica's gaze, a tiny, mewling voice escaped her. "Me, meow?"
...Definitely not a feline, no matter how I looked at it.
As I approached with Cecil... Veronica's face flushed a bit. She seemed in her right mind, so... why was she acting like this? Must've been a later batch—no side effects, clean transformation.
"Looks like no side effects for you."
"...Meow."
No signs of dropping the act. Not sure what she wanted, I sandwiched Cecil between us and closed my eyes. Grumbling followed, then the sound of her shifting to the other bed. Soon, the muttering stopped, replaced by steady breathing. Cecil seemed asleep too, her breaths even. Confirming that, my own consciousness began to sink.
For some reason... my belly tugged a little.
* * *
Asha woke to the sensation of something hard jabbing her stomach. Her half-lidded eyes were hazy, her exhales laced with unnatural heat. To pinpoint the source, she looked down.
There it was—a rigid rod prodding her belly. Cecil's rod.
Asha couldn't hide her fluster. No reaction during the wash, so why was it erect now? She glanced at Veronica, "sleeping" an ambiguously close distance away on what barely qualified as the other bed. Her face was innocently peaceful. Ears twitched at ambient sounds. Tail uncomfortable, she lay on her side, face more visible.
She knows 'cause I told her, but... seeing it is still kinda...
That thought hit, Asha sensed something off. Her body burned like it was in heat. Ears atop her head perked, tail—beyond control—coiled around Cecil's body. And... she realized she was staring at Cecil's rod without thinking. Saliva pooled in her mouth.
Swallowing, Asha plunged into confusion. Meanwhile, her breaths grew hotter, her arousal building steadily. Hand slipping below, damp thighs welcomed her fingers. She brought the slickness to her eyes. Parting them pulled sticky threads between pale digits.
Asha had to admit it. Her body was in heat.
It was fully primed for intrusion. A molten, slick entrance; nipples erect and jutting from her breasts; even the cute nub above her slit stood rigid, mimicking her lost rod. The potion's fault? Rallying her fading mind against the pull in her core—now clenching greedily beyond mere tugging—Asha bit back a moan at the bizarre sensation.
"Nngh...!"
Startled, she clamped her lips, checking if the noise woke them. Still fine. She needed to cool this feverish body. Move somewhere... handle it myself. Vowing never to touch the beastkin potion again.
But another potion-altered part blocked her—the tail wrapped tight around Cecil's arm, preventing rash moves. After agonizing, Asha buried her face in the bed. The springy slime mattress cradled her. Face down, she sent pale fingers toward her pink slit.
A normal bed would've been impossible, but the slime one allowed it. Thanking her master silently... Asha caressed her folds. Ignoring the nub grinding against her clenching hips, she stroked the slit. Shame mingled with pleasure.
Unlike the despair of masturbating secretly before her rival and homunculus, her overheated body gushed eagerly at clumsy touches. Muffled moans scattered into the bed. Fluids soaked in harmlessly—blessedly.
But her beastkin-human hybrid form, ablaze with need, demanded more. Asha realized... she needed something inside. Like... her fingers. But... scary. No memory of willingly inserting anything. Always unconscious or unwilling... Trembling at the thought of parting her own folds.
Yet if Cecil—beast-closer from the potion—woke to her scent... it wouldn't end with fingers. Steeling herself, Asha deep-breathed and moved. Pale digits probed pink flesh. Finding the plump entrance, they eased in—slowly, so slowly.
Hot walls clung greedily. Clumsy presses yielded unfamiliar bliss from shallow spots. Always pierced deep before, this was new. Waves from below brought relief; she moaned, thinking it'd calm her soon.
Wrong. Her body, ravaged unknowingly many times, craved more. Oblivious, Asha thrust deeper. Frail nonetheless, climax hit. Biting the bed, she squirted. Hot breaths, drooling saliva.
Of course... woefully insufficient. Her unrelenting heat bewildered her. No exposure to Cecil's essence, yet this rut? Then, unforeseen trouble: climax's tail-squeeze woke Cecil.
"Kkiing...?"
Chills erupted over Asha. Half-awake Cecil sniffed. Her sharpened senses catching the sweet scent was inevitable.