Chain Reaction in the Bathtub
I thought the Asha bath was some kind of surfing game. How could a single little moan make them all pop up one after another? What the hell is this? They're not even teenage boys going through puberty. No, even pubescent boys wouldn't do this. Fine, Cecil's one thing, but Claudia and Veronica... isn't that a bit much?
Of course, it was just an unspoken outcry she couldn't voice aloud. The club that had been sliding along her butt crack was all too real. The bathroom, where her moans had echoed moments before, now sank into a humid silence. To be precise, the silence of everyone except Cecil.
Once they stiffened up, the other two went completely quiet. As if they were desperately pretending it wasn't happening. Yeah... nothing's more embarrassing than getting hard in a bathhouse. But why was the shame all hers to bear?
In the midst of the silence, Cecil hummed a little tune about the bathtub. Thanks to that, they weren't frozen stiff, and all four of them were crammed into what was a bit too large for a tub but still tight for four butts pressed together. Naturally, Cecil was overlapping with her body. Claudia stared at the ceiling, submerged awkwardly in the water. Veronica covered her face, but peeked through her fingers. Their expressions varied, but the raging rods were identical.
No sign of going down—in the hot water, they twitched visibly. Now she couldn't tell if their flushed faces were from the bath or arousal. Watching the clubs flopping under the surface, she thought: I want out. Fast.
They hadn't been in the tub long, but her body was already heating up. Was vertigo coming on? No, it didn't feel like that. It was like something bubbling up from deep inside her...
Something's off. A strange sense of déjà vu hit her. She scanned her surroundings again. The two still blushing faces... and Cecil, who had gone quiet. She'd stopped humming unconsciously. Had she noticed Asha watching her?
Cecil whispered softly into her ear. "Sha'a-nim... is it because we skipped our morning routine? Cecil... is so hard."
...How thrilled had she been to get in the tub that she'd only noticed now? The rod stood straight up like it had a mind of its own, poking its head above the water. Looking closer, an opaque fluid leaked from the tip. She'd thought it was water splashing from Claudia or Veronica's movements, but no.
Stimulated by something, Cecil's super aroused club... expelled some unidentified fluid, mixing with the hot water. Ah, fuck. Now that she was aware, her skin felt hypersensitive. Every ripple against her body made her twitch.
Cecil continued. "Sha'a-nim, Cecil... even if it's late, should we... do it now?"
Cecil's ears atop her head quivered. The tail pressed against her belly wriggled unsteadily, teasing her skin. It felt like a wet brush stroking her. She had to escape before it got worse. As she gripped the tub to stand, Claudia's low voice rang in her ear.
"...Routine? What're you talking about?"
A fierce glare, like interrogating prey. The predatory aura—not aimed at her, but it froze her body anyway. Like a lamb before a beast. Her hand slipped on the tub edge.
Claudia's pupils gazing at her were... hazy for some reason. Saliva glistened at the corner of her mouth. Instinctively, she clutched Cecil tight. Soft breasts filled her hands. A cute moan escaped Cecil, different from when rubbing the rod.
Claudia stared blankly, then muttered. "Is that... what it is...?"
She sensed danger instinctively. Alarms blared in her head. "W-wait a sec. Dia, I don't know what you're misunderstanding, but V-Veronica-nim, s-say something..."
She looked to Veronica for help, but she was off too. Ears perked like Claudia's, staring this way. The hand covering her flushed face had slipped underwater. No time to zone out.
For unknown reasons, Claudia and Veronica like this meant... the trembling Cecil in her arms would follow. She released Cecil and stood. Splashes erupted simultaneously. Claudia and Veronica rising after her. Like beasts awaiting prey.
She couldn't escape—Claudia's strong hand gripped her waist, pulling her back in. "Ahk!"
Claudia, settled in the tub, bit her neck. Teeth grinding possessively, tongue lapping. Then Veronica bit her shoulder. Marking territory, gnawing imprints and slathering saliva.
Claudia's rod pressed her navel. The hardened length pushed her belly, forcing her waist back. Her body slid deeper into the water. Dissatisfied no teeth on her, Claudia growled.
Frightened Veronica's ears drooped as she backed off. A relief...? But she'd forgotten one thing. Someone else in the tub.
A soft hand on her lower back. Then something heavy nudged between her cheeks. The pounding pulse felt vividly familiar...
Before deducing, her face dunked underwater. Claudia, pissed it wasn't going her way, pressed her shoulder down. Water flooded throat and nose. She barely surfaced, coughing it up.
"Kuhk! Kuhk!"
Meanwhile, Cecil's rod rubbed her back. Clutching Claudia, she gasped. Claudia's rod climbed her belly. She growled again, pressing down.
In mortal peril, her spinning mind instinctively knew: these mindless rods craved sexual stimulation. The beast-like females sought to plunge into her holes, lowering her body for it.
Indignation surged. Why me? You all have holes too...
Her face met water again. Choose: endure drowning till they snapped out? Or... Imagining her task, her lust-heated body clenched her lower belly on its own. Rough breaths rippled the surface. Clearing her raw throat...
She chose. ...Better than pain. Who knows when they'll recover. This body might not last... So, unavoidable. To survive.
Finishing her hazy thoughts, Asha gripped Claudia's shoulders and struggled upright. Claudia reached to pin her again. Asha gave an awkward smile, face beet red.
Claudia tilted her head, pausing. Asha's face brightened briefly, but deeming it temporary, she acted while Claudia was still. Gripping shoulders, she lifted her hips. Trembling thighs from excitement and fear steadied as she rose. Cecil clung behind her.
Veronica, who had retreated from Claudia's growl, sniffed. Drawn by pheromones from heated Asha, the three beasts sniffed in unison. Her scent thickened, sweet and sticky—their rods hardened further.
Ash didn't know her beastkin-alluring scent, already sweet to them, intensified post-potion beastkin transformation. Meaningless now anyway. She aligned her slit with Claudia's rod.
Clumsy hip work teased Claudia, but satisfied with the stimulation, she didn't act further. Soon, rod met slit perfectly, slotting in.
Asha exhaled raggedly. Her mind, thought clear, panicked. But her body was ready. Heated flesh gripped Claudia's rod. Reacting, Claudia rose.
Ash planned slow insertion, but Claudia thrust deep with a wet shlurp. "Ha... uh... aaah..."
Sudden penetration blanked her mind white. As she panted, the clenching sensation made Claudia shudder contentedly.
Asha thought amid pleasure, shame, slight pain: This way... no drowning... held by Claudia, she'll protect me. Best with Veronica scared off.
But mere guess. Relaxing, another rod rubbed her second slit. Cecil's. "Ah...?"
Sticky fluid from Cecil's tip slicked her rear entrance. As if gauging fit. "W-wait!"
Unexpected, her head spun. Fluid-clouded brain found no alternative. Glancing for help, eyes met Veronica nearby. Pleading look.
Veronica approached, tail wagging, splashing water. Seeing permission to join. Then Asha's second slit parted—but luckily, no time to worry.