A Helping Hand in the Tub
"What choice do I have?"
"Why ask me?"
Veronica's lips flapped open and shut at my slightly curt tone, then she shot back with a look that said, Isn't it obvious?
"...You used to be a guy. So, y'know, you gotta know all about it, right?"
"Well... yeah, I guess?"
Suddenly, I wondered if I really knew as much as she thought. It wasn't like I'd jerked off so much that I could give lessons on it to someone else—and everyone's sensitive spots are different anyway, right? Was I really supposed to know more about this than Veronica? That thought crossed my mind.
...Actually, hadn't she probably used hers more than I ever did? At least she'd lost her virginity already.
"Don't you know more about it than me?"
"Huh?"
"Nothing."
Her puzzled eyes turned to me. I couldn't take back the words that had slipped out unbidden, so I brushed it off awkwardly. Luckily, the splashing water must have drowned it out—she didn't seem to catch it properly.
She glanced at my foam-covered body, then spoke up.
"Just grab it and shake it around a bit? That oughta make it go down, right?"
"Grab and shake?"
Veronica gripped an imaginary rod and swung it around wildly in demonstration. It was a bit ridiculous in this situation... but damn hard not to laugh.
She must've caught my expression, because her face flushed crimson and she yelped, "I-I've never learned how to do this!"
Then... does that mean you learned how to spank her ass while pounding her?
...Nah, probably not.
As those silly thoughts bubbled up, I stared at her, and Veronica averted her eyes. She mumbled under her breath.
"...W-what're you staring at?"
Meanwhile, that rigidly erect rod showed no signs of softening.
I sighed inwardly and waded over behind her with a few splashes. "Our bodies might... rub up against each other a bit. You okay with that?"
"Uh... y-yeah... You're gonna... do it?"
"Just a quick demo."
Even to my own ears, it sounded absurd. Still, this was partly my fault... so helping out a little couldn't hurt.
I pressed my body against Veronica's from behind. It felt... weird. No, really weird. My perky breasts squished against her back. When my protruding nipples bumped against her firm skin, a faint, naughty tingle shot through me. Her already smooth skin felt even slicker from the foam. Veronica's body, warmed by the bathwater, felt... surprisingly good against mine. Like an electric blanket on a freezing winter night?
But then... her fluffy tail, caught between us, tickled my stomach. Soaked with water, it clung stickily.
"Ngh...!"
"What's wrong?"
"N-nothing."
The sticky tail tangled around the thing perched above my slit, sending odd sensations rippling through me. If I dragged this out, things might get weird, so I hurried. I rested my face on her shoulder, trailed my fingers down her glossy side... and grasped Veronica's rod.
It was scorching hot.
"Nnh...!"
A cute whimper escaped her right by my ear. Pretty sensitive, huh? I stroked it with my soapy hand. My slippery fingers moved faster than I'd expected. Gripping it like a remote, I slid up and down—the mushroom head caught with little ticks. I felt throbbing veins pulsing along the shaft. Just like... a real cock.
"A-Asha?"
The shape of the one I'd lost felt... hazy now. How long had it been? How thick? All the details blurred together. A pang of wistful regret hit me.
Lost in those thoughts, I stroked harder without realizing, and her body pitched forward. Veronica hunched over, voice trembling on the verge of tears.
"A-Asha, i-is this right? It... it hurts...!"
"...Sorry."
I murmured an apology and stroked it gently, like soothing a child. My wandering mind was partly to blame, but the soap bubbles might've been the real culprit. I rinsed it clean with bathwater and started over, more carefully this time.
Sweet moans began spilling from Veronica's lips. Gauging the size as I went slowly... it felt bigger than I'd imagined. And yet... memories of my own refused to sharpen.
This won't do. Leaving it all to my unreachable mentor wasn't enough. Better to restart my own research. With Veronica moaning right in front of me... she'd make a perfect test subject.
...Though seeing her drooling and subdued by something so small compared to her body did erode my confidence a bit. Vital spot, though—no helping it.
A few more strokes, and I saw her exhale hot breaths. This should be enough info for her to handle it herself, right?
I glanced forward—and froze. A familiar face stared back. One I really didn't want to see right now.
Her eyes crinkled in a gentle smile. Then she waved cheerfully.
Veronica finally noticed, letting out a strangled noise.
"Asha-nim! Veronica-nim! So you were here! Cecil had a long dream and woke to find you both gone, so Cecil came looking!"
It was Cecil. Back to her senses, it seemed—tail wagging happily like it had been ages.
Veronica and I went rigid, frozen in place. Her rod was still rock-hard.
Cecil approached, eyes widening in surprise. Cold sweat trickled down my back. How the hell do I explain this?
I glanced at Veronica—she was flailing, hands clamped over her flushed face.
...Not helpful.
By then, Cecil was right up close and clapped her hands delightedly.
"You're doing the morning routine with Veronica-nim too!"
"...Morning routine?"
"...!"
No need to explain to Cecil anymore—but now Veronica was glaring daggers at me, demanding answers.
Meanwhile, Cecil settled lotus-style at the tub's edge, watching us intently. Her ears perked straight up.
"Just as Asha-nim watches over Cecil, Cecil will watch too! Cecil isn't getting hard today, so it's fine!"
...Well, after yesterday's marathon emptying...
Veronica, piecing it together from Cecil's words, whispered just for me.
"...Perverted bitch."
"N-no, it's not like that...!"
I'm innocent! I just wanted to kick off the day efficiently, that's all.
"Sounds like you do this every morning?"
"...You're misunderstanding something. Cecil's just... too vigorous..."
"What misunderstanding? Explain."
As I bickered with Veronica, Cecil tilted her head, ears flapping curiously.
"You're not doing it?"
...Her words spurred my hand into motion again. Slowly. Naturally, before she thought it weird.
"...Forget me—what about you? You okay with this?"
"With what?"
"...Her watching while I... touch you."
"...!"
Veronica, who'd been too focused on grilling me, finally clocked the full situation. Her face burned red. She covered it again and mumbled.
"Dunno..."
But she wasn't saying to stop... so maybe she was into it too?
Because Cecil was a girl? Do girls just... do this in front of each other?
...No way.
I gave up trying to make sense of it and kept stroking. Tip to base. Cecil watched with rapt fascination. What was so interesting? She had a magnificent one of her own down there.
Anyway. Focusing... Veronica seemed to love attention on the tip. Unlike Cecil, who preferred the mushroom head. Every tweak there made her twitch and leak something slick.
...No heat worries meant I could take my time. I whispered excuses into Veronica's still-covered ear.
"It's not what you think... Just collecting a little sample every morning for research."
"Re... research?"
"Like I said before—my body's change and Cecil's creation happened almost simultaneously. Something that should be there vanished, and something that shouldn't appeared. Investigating that much is just common sense, right?"
...I'd been putting off the research because I hated going into heat, but restarting now wasn't a total lie. Just whether I held a beaker under it or not—the act itself was the same.
"R-right. That's... important stuff."
Veronica nodded faintly, convinced. Then she whispered low.
"...It's coming."
"What?"
"...The b-baby juice is... coming...!"
The instant my fingers grazed the tip—splurt! Hot, sticky fluid coated my hand.
"...!"
"S-sorry... it felt... too good, couldn't hold it..."
"...Whatever."
Once she finished, a mortified Veronica bolted to the far showerhead. I climbed out too and shook the gunk off into the tub. Not enough—my hand was still tacky.
"All done?"
Cecil beamed innocently beside me.
"...Yeah."
Listening to Veronica's rinsing splashes, I noted Cecil needed a wash too. Yesterday's aftermath lingered: her glossy silver hair matted with sweat and mystery fluids, clothes crusty and needing a change.
I told her to wash up, then restarted my own rinse—the stuck soap and bubbles demanded it.
Cecil eyed the tub longingly, but it was a mess, so I put her off till next time. She pouted but agreed to bathe together later...
I dragged my sleepy body out of the bathroom—and found a guest waiting.
Shaking off the drowsiness, I went to check. Another familiar face greeted me.