The Breaking Dam
Veronica pulled back the bed curtain, and her eyes landed on a girl with light pink hair. A face she'd grown accustomed to now—Asha's transformed self. But it was slightly different from that familiar visage... no, it was the face from hazy memories. An embarrassingly nostalgic face. Asha lay buried in the blankets, her pupils shrunken tight, cheeks flushed crimson, lips parted as if drooling, radiating a heat you could almost see. Veronica blinked at the sight, but Asha only heaved ragged breaths, silent.
Unlike Veronica, whose mind had frozen at this sudden onset of heat, the rigid shaft jutting from her lower body hardened further at the view, spurting clear fluid from its tip. Sniff, sniff—the sound of someone inhaling deeply. Naturally, it was Asha. Her glazed eyes sniffed the air before she shook her head violently, trying to sit up. Her mind felt like it was melting. But her broken body clung to her like it was asking where she thought she was going. Losing her balance, her face plunged right into Veronica's thigh.
"Y-you okay?"
A worried voice reached her. Then came the throbbing pulse of that shaft. Asha's body twitched again at the heat and rhythm teasing her ear, and Veronica gripped her shoulders with a groan.
"What's wrong all of a sudden? Did I go too far with the teasing? No, I mean..."
Veronica's flustered words tumbled out as their eyes met. Asha's face looked like pure temptation—even to a stiff like Veronica, anyone could see it. With a gulp, Veronica's shaft twitched once more. Asha's lips parted.
"...L-let... let me go."
"O-oh, yeah... sure..."
Veronica carefully lifted Asha's trembling body—each touch making her jolt—and laid her back on the bed. Asha's soft form sank in with a squish before slowly rising and settling. Rough breaths escaped her small lips, her plump, adorable breasts compressing against her clothes before springing back into shape with each inhale. It looked so uncomfortable that Veronica reached out without thinking.
"W-what are you doing?"
"You look uncomfortable...?"
Asha's mind, already a chaotic mess at its limit, accepted the logic and surrendered to Veronica. One by one, Veronica's fingers undid the shirt buttons. Pop, pop—soft sounds accompanied the reveal of Asha's pale skin. A hand trailed down her sweat-slicked nape, parting the buttons over her chest to expose modest breasts. They swelled briefly with her breath before settling. The pink tips, still shy, peeked from soft flesh.
Another button gave way, revealing a sweat-glistened belly divided by a sharp line like a valley's ridge, ending in plush softness. Something seemed to bulge faintly. Having undone them all, Veronica stroked Asha's lower abdomen as if entranced.
"Hyah!?"
A lewd moan escaped as Asha's back arched like a bow. To silence her—worried Cecil might hear and return—Veronica clapped a hand over her mouth. It was only natural for saliva to slick her palm. Glancing down, Asha's shorts were soaked through, useless as clothing. The overflow had been absorbed by the bed, no issue there... but.
Staring blankly, Veronica felt a soft tongue lap her palm.
"...Sorry."
Asha forced out the words amid ragged breaths. Her lower belly pulsed throb, throb, tears welling in her eyes.
"V-Veronica..."
"Y-yeah, what?"
"H-help... my body's... weird..."
Asha had thought she'd been careful, but her body—exposed bit by bit to Cecil's affections—had been piling up frustration and heat unbeknownst to her. She'd dismissed it as mere stress, taking no action. The dam, already cracked, had crumbled at the touch of that shaft. And so, a bitch in heat was born on the bed, swelling Veronica's rod to its limit.
But Veronica ignored her own throbbing hardness and reached for Asha again.
'F-fingers should... do it, right?'
"I-I'm helping now. Just... a little touch?"
"N-ngh... y-yeah."
Feeling sticky fluid oozing from the shaft in thick spurts, Veronica looked away and peeled off Asha's shorts. A drenched slit appeared, leaking viscous fluid desperately.
"..."
Worse than last time. Fingers first...? Won't hurt, right? Veronica pressed her middle and ring fingers together, easing them into the slit. The first sensation was scorching heat—feverish walls clinging greedily. Fluid squirted just from that, but it still seemed insufficient. Swallowing hard, Veronica began moving. Squelch, squelch—Asha's hips bucked. To stifle her moan, Veronica plugged her mouth with more fingers. As the soft tongue wrapped around them...
Memories flooded Veronica's mind. The boiling in her loins, the twitching shaft. Memories of plunging into that slit. And Asha writhing on just one finger. Veronica couldn't hold back. Without experience, maybe—but she had it now. The slick, warm grip as she thrust in. Asha's face lost in ecstasy. Finally, Veronica loomed over her.
"V-Veronica?"
Asha questioned the vanishing fingers and shadow. Veronica wordlessly twitched her shaft. It was too much. She'd been holding back, so why was Asha the only one feeling good? She'd come to help with collection, yet Asha had made her cum and disrupted her. Like threading a needle, she aimed. Slick, hot flesh met the tip. Even that felt good.
"N-no, don't..."
Asha, recovering slightly from a minor peak, tried feeble resistance. Her overheated body betrayed her, craving the pleasure.
"Why refuse? This is... the collection you wanted."
Veronica pushed the tip in.
"Hahk...!"
"Not what you're thinking... just collection."
"C-collection?"
"Yeah... exactly. Collection."
Veronica whispered to the panting Asha.
"So... it's fine. Not that."
Without waiting, she thrust her hips forward. Veronica's shaft vanished into Asha's slit. Smooth lower bodies pressed flush. The soaked walls clenched welcomingly. To muffle the high moan, they excused it as preventing noise and tangled tongues. Asha's drooping tongue entwined with Veronica's like lovers', fingers interlaced as hips resumed moving. Splash, slap—the red shaft plunged into pink folds. Each deep thrust made stars burst white in Asha's vision. Pleasure etched indelibly into her body. Even as tongues danced, she repeated: This isn't wrong. Experiment. Prep for research. So... fine. Not weird.
"...Mmph, slurp... ngh, ahn... Ve-ronica..."
Even those thoughts whitened out. Now, only the shaft stirring her depths remained. Collection, shaft, collection, shaft. Asha clenched tight. Unable to stifle cries, the kiss continued. Veronica's hips sped up. The throbs felt raw. Instinct told Asha: collection time soon. But she could do nothing—just kiss, pant, and climax. Control was Veronica's.
Rising urge to release. Veronica had no leisure either, shaking her hips like a beast. Squeezing interlaced hands tighter... she slammed upward. Asha's hips arched in climax, pelvises sealing perfectly. Then... release. Gurgle, gurgle—white seed filled her. Gushing thickly, it overflowed the withdrawing shaft, spilling from the slit to wet thighs and Veronica's body. Droplets absorbed into the bed.
Shaking off afterglow, Veronica exhaled hot breath into Asha's mouth and pulled away. Thick saliva bridged them, adding stickiness to her body. Asha's face below was a mess. A sight to stir lust anew. Veronica's mind cooled at what she'd done. But before the heat fully faded...
A small pant and voice reached her ear.
"...Collection... isn't... done yet."
Veronica swallowed the last of her reason and dove back in.