Carried to the Bathroom
Veronica, convinced they needed to relocate, weighed the burden on her back and pondered. Can I really carry Asha somewhere else like this? Back when she had her sturdy male body, it would've been impossible, but Asha in her female form was so light now. Reaching that conclusion, Veronica sat up.
As she did, Asha's face, buried in Veronica's breasts, naturally brushed against Veronica's own. For a moment, their noses touched, breaths mingling, before they pulled away for entirely different reasons. Asha, desperate not to reveal she was still in her right mind, hurriedly wrapped her arms around Veronica's neck and buried her face in her shoulder. To sell the act that she was under the potion's influence, she even let out a myaah and nipped lightly at the skin. Veronica, unfazed, startled at the sudden closeness of Asha's face and only noticed the bite belatedly.
In the meantime, Asha's heated body clenched tight around Veronica's rod, as if whining that she couldn't take it anymore. Veronica let out a groan, her face flushed as she spoke. "...You're so impatient... ngh... Fine, I get it."
With Asha clinging and draped over her like this, it seemed easier than expected. Veronica began to move, still buried deep inside Asha. Each step made the soft bed slosh and sway, sending tremors through Asha that made her body jolt. It was only natural—Veronica's rigid shaft ground deeper into her with every motion.
Asha, who had snapped awake at the sight of Veronica rising unscathed, felt her sanity slowly erode under waves of lust and breeding instinct. Human, beast—it didn't matter. The peak hit the moment Veronica reached the bed's edge and straightened up.
"Hyaak...!"
"Hn!"
The shift in weight drove Veronica's rod even deeper. Caught between the fear of falling and the sudden surge of pleasure, Asha clamped tighter around Veronica's neck, her legs wrapping around Veronica's waist to hold on. It was purely for security... but it looked awfully provocative. Veronica shuddered too, from the exquisite grip squeezing her depths.
She nearly toppled onto the bed, but Asha's embrace kept her steady—more than expected. "...You're lighter than I thought."
A twinge of bitterness hit Veronica at the realization, but before the feeling could settle, Asha squeezed again. "..."
She wanted to say something, but priority one was changing locations. No matter how light Asha was, carrying her like this indefinitely would wear her out.
...Still, seeing Asha tremble against her, utterly dependent, sent a strange chill down Veronica's spine.
Struggling to open the door while hoisting Asha, Veronica headed straight for the bathroom without a second thought. It was the handiest spot to avoid waking the sleeping Cecil.
Once inside, Veronica turned on the tub faucet and slipped in with Asha. Panting, she watched the water rise. The trip had been grueling. Every step sent thudding vibrations through her shaft, and Asha's responsive clenches had forced Veronica to grit her teeth and endure.
Lowering her gaze, Veronica saw Asha panting for entirely different reasons—the one who'd climaxed on the way, soaking her own body. Taking in Asha's ragged, aroused breaths stirred two emotions in Veronica: embarrassment... and annoyance. The rest paled in comparison.
"Tch... What the hell is this first thing in the morning."
Asha just panted, offering no reply.
"...Not even answering, just enjoying yourself... You naughty little beast..."
With the tub filling enough to move freely, Veronica shut off the water and shifted. She peeled Asha off, turning her to expose her back, and gripped the tub's edge. If the first time had been out of shyness... this time...
"...you need to be punished, right?"
Hardening her shaft further, Veronica grabbed Asha's tail. Convinced Asha was out of her mind, she held nothing back. Soon, the bathroom echoed with splashing water, Asha's moans... and the sharp smack smack of flesh on flesh.
* * *
...I never dreamed Veronica had such a kink.
Calling me a disobedient beast and spanking my ass? Honestly, it threw me off a bit. She yanked my tail so hard... Good thing my overheated body registered it as pleasure...?
It explained why my ass had stung that day Veronica first came over. After climaxing a few times in the bathroom, my body finally calmed.
...The tricky part was signaling I was back to my senses—and when.
Veronica was still thrusting into me, berating me all the while. Pleasure piled up inside as I pondered.
Faking a faint was risky in the tub. Sure, she'd fish me out... but still.
Right then, Veronica pressed her hips close and started ejaculating, diligently pulling out to splatter across my back and waist. Responsible... or just another kink? Deciding it was my cue, I began the act.
"Nngh..."
Pretending to regain consciousness was easy with my lust cleared and mind sharp.
A trembling voice came from behind. "A-Asha?"
...Guilt pricked a little. I'll quietly bury last night's events and call it even, I thought, continuing. "Why... am I here...?"
"W-Well..."
As I tried to turn, Veronica grabbed my face. "D-Don't look!"
Is that the issue? I let it slide. After a quiet pause, Veronica mumbled softly. "...I woke up and you were on top of me... But your assistant was next to us, so I had no choice but to bring you to the bathroom. N-No other intentions."
"I... did that?"
"Y-Yeah, really!"
Veronica stammered in a panic. No plans to press her anyway, so I nodded. She finally exhaled in relief.
"Then... can you move that thing now?"
This was genuine. Veronica's splatters still coated my back, and her excitement hadn't faded—her rod stood rigid, rubbing against me as she held my face. Hard to ignore.
"Oh, uh... s-sorry."
Veronica splashed back. Silence blanketed the noisy bathroom. My tail flicked wildly, slapping the water. Nothing else but our breathing.
Tension rising, I swallowed and said to Veronica, "I'll close my eyes... you go out? I'm all sticky and need to wash."
She flinched, water rippling. After a beat, she continued. "...I wanna wash too."
"Want me to step out?"
"N-No, I mean... just..."
"Just?"
A gulp. Then a near-whisper. "L-Let's wash... together..."
I hesitated. Honestly, me seeing her body might be the real issue. This wasn't even my original body anyway... Girl seeing girl shouldn't be a problem. Besides... hadn't she already ogled mine plenty? Every intimate inch.
Thinking that, I felt... indignant.
...Not that I hadn't looked too... but I wasn't in my right mind, so it doesn't count.
"You sure?"
"W-what do you mean?"
"You said not to look earlier."
"Oh, well... it's fine. W-We're both girls anyway...?"
That rubbed me wrong, but arguing was a hassle. No proper sleep, post-lust fatigue hitting hard, hot water sapping my energy.
"Fine... let's."
Water sloshed as Veronica nodded. After some splashing, she fetched soap. "...I'll scrub your back."
"...Thanks."
No reason to refuse—cleaning up her own mess.
Tub was awkward, but the water was filthy anyway; we'd refill. Soon, her soapy hands glided over me, smoothing the sticky residue from my back with soft, slightly callused palms.
...Felt a bit erotic. Must be my imagination. I took the soap and stood to lather up. Veronica rose too, meticulously soaping her usually hidden nipples.
When her hand grazed my ass, it stung. A moan slipped out unbidden. "...Ngh."
Veronica said nothing, tracing her handiwork while focusing on the suds.
I sighed inwardly and finished. About to dunk and switch to the shower, Veronica grabbed me.
"H-Hey, where."
"To rinse."
"Y-You gotta soap my back too."
"Oh."
Turning, I saw her puffed, sulky cheeks. Eyes dropping from embarrassment landed on her still-erect rod.
...Why won't that go down?
"T-Turn around."
"Yeah."
I reached for her pale back, red hair tangled wildly. Water and sweat mingled as I scrubbed. More nervous than expected, I imagined it was Cecil's body.
Then Veronica's troubled voice. "A-Asha."
"Yeah?"
"This... won't go down... Why?"
"..."
Why ask me?