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Having Cafe as Tachyon’s roommate was both a blessing and a curse.
A blessing in the sense that even though they were no longer at Tracen Academy, surrounded by other uma musume, her girlfriend wasn’t completely isolated from the outside world. Cafe’s quiet presence kept Tachyon from spiraling into madness and losing herself in her research, hours and days passing by behind the drawn curtains. She was able to keep an eye on her when Pokke was away, which wasn’t that often but often enough that having another babysitter helped.
A curse in the sense that they didn’t get a lot of alone time. In the same way that Tachyon was always in the dorm, so was Cafe. Since Tachyon refused to be so far away from her resource notes, Pokke’s dorm was out of the question, so the two really only ever got to have sex in the few times Cafe would be out for classes. Like with most things, Tachyon was lightning fast, but “over in record time” isn’t necessarily how you would want to describe good sex.
Doing it while Cafe was right there, awake and alert, was also out of the question, so that left times like these. Late at night, the two of them huddled together, though neither of them were tired. Not since Pokke had woken them up with her hard cock pressed between them. Cafe was turned away, asleep, and Pokke was confident that if they actually took things slow this time, they could get away with not waking her.
“You’re insatiable,” Tachyon half whispered, half giggled, as Pokke pressed herself against her back, gently rocking her length against Tachyon’s ass, only some thin layers of fabric standing between her and bliss.
“I haven’t been inside you in over a week, Tachy,” Pokke shuddered as Tachyon rolled her hips back, grinding against her dick. “I’m dying here.”
“Are you now?” she teased, “You feel very much alive to me.”
“Tachyon.” Pokke hid her face in Tachyon’s shoulder, wrapping her arms tighter around her. She hadn’t heard a “yes” yet, but she could feel it dangling there like a carrot on a stick, waiting until she begged for it. When it came to sex, she could barely contain herself, not when her body thrummed with need. One of the things Tachyon loved about her, how easy it was to drive her crazy. “Please, Tachy. I need you. Please.”
“You can’t wait until the morning? Cafe will be leaving by 10 AM.” Despite what sounded like a refusal, Tachyon held onto Pokke’s arm, directing her hand downward until it rested against the front of her small pajama shorts. She turned enough to look over her shoulder and Pokke rose to meet her gaze, finding the hunger that she felt reflected back to her. “You may take what you wish then.”
Taking the bait, Pokke ground the heel of her palm against her, already knowing exactly where to press. She felt pride in the little mewl that escaped her girlfriend at the pressure on her clit. “What’s wrong with now?”
Tachyon looked forward again, and though Pokke couldn’t see her eyes anymore, she knew they were pointed at Cafe’s back. Without saying a word, Pokke could feel how she shivered.
“We could wake her,” Tachyon said quietly, spoken as a gentle observation, not a threat or a warning. Pokke could hear the way her voice wavered, the excitement of possibilities unrealized buried beneath. There was a question there, too.
Cafe had always been on the periphery of their relationship. While it used to bother her, Pokke had grown to crave the quiet girl’s presence. She couldn’t deny that Cafe had something special with Tachyon, being one of the only people she could conceivably call a friend. Whereas Pokke and Tachyon would clash, creating a delicious friction as all of Tachyon’s sharp edges would grind up against her, Cafe slid past all that. She could be teased, yes, poked and prodded til she would blush adorably, but she also knew how to maneuver her way around any provocation, find her way directly to Tachyon.
Pokke knew how Tachyon would look when she was desperate but didn’t have the words to explain it. The way her eyes would glaze over when she chased Pokke’s lips after a kiss. She knew how to cover it up with Pokke, though, what exactly to say to get her riled up and distracted enough to forget, just for a moment, how pliant Tachyon had become. She knew Cafe could see it too, that Cafe knew exactly where to press to get Tachyon to fold. Whenever Tachyon would try to get her to drink some mysterious liquid, one harsh glare was enough to get her to trip over herself, backpedaling with a theatrical laugh and a slight flush.
Should it upset her, seeing someone else getting her girlfriend all hot and bothered? Probably. Did it? Not if it was Cafe, she found. Tachyon wasn’t the only one charmed, it seemed. The other girl was calm and quiet where they were loud and chaotic, a solid pillar of strength to lean on whenever they would waver. She filled the gaps that they didn’t even know were there, not until her absence made them loud and clear. Even though Pokke would come to the abandoned classroom, then later their dorm, for her girlfriend, she always spared a glance towards Cafe, part of her hoping to see her too.
And hey, maybe it was nice to see Tachyon all flustered. Sue her. Pokke could never forget the first time she had just quietly caught Tachyon’s wrist when the other girl tried to force a pill into her mouth. Normally Pokke would brush her off, or pout and complain, or, affectionately, call her insane in a way that only made Tachyon laugh, but Cafe would never put up such a vocal fight so Pokke tried out her way for once. Oh, how Tachyon had flushed when she did so, instantly silenced mid-sentence as Pokke stared her down. She had taken the pill anyway, using her grip on Tachyon’s wrist to pull her hand to her lips, licking the small tablet from her fingers. The lack of resistance from her normally stubborn girlfriend was a welcome change of pace, the way she had practically melted under Pokke’s stern gaze.
When she had looked over in Cafe’s direction, after it was all over, she could swear she could see her smile, like their whole show had pleased her.
So yes, Cafe was a welcome addition. Her cold glare had been able to pressure both of them to go to sleep at a reasonable time, both chilling and thrilling at the same time. Pokke could easily understand Tachyon’s—for lack of a better word—obedience to the other girl.
“We could,” was Pokke’s answer, closer to a promise than anything else.
While they had never formally discussed it, Pokke knew that Tachyon had felt some sort of way about Cafe seeing them. As roommates, it was almost inevitable that Cafe would catch them in a compromised position.
Tachyon almost always took control anytime they were intimate, with Pokke the ever enthusiastic guinea pig happy to let her girlfriend have her way with her. There had been one instance where Tachyon had loomed over her, one hand wrapped around her cock and the other around her throat. Not squeezing, just holding her in place, a reminder that Pokke was putty in her hands. However, the energy in the room changed as soon as Cafe opened the door, her 2 PM class having been canceled. They remained frozen as Cafe’s eyes wandered, taking in the scene she had just interrupted, neither of them telling her to leave. Apparently, neither of them wanting to tell her to leave.
When Cafe had eventually closed the door again, Pokke had expected the mood to be over, but instead found her girlfriend absolutely soaked. Before she could say anything, Tachyon had sunk down onto her cock, riding her like her life depended on it.
We could ask her to join us, the question that had been forming on Pokke’s lips before her capacity to speak had been fucked out of her. What had gotten Tachyon so fired up, she never said, but it didn’t exactly take a genius to figure that out.
That hadn’t been a one time incident either, Cafe always hovering a second too long before giving them their privacy again, as if she too was asking herself the same question. Pokke saw how her gaze lingered on the love bites and bruises, knowing yet nonjudgmental. Piercing yellow eyes would meet her own, filled with that same quiet determination she had whenever she described catching up to her ‘friend.’
Wordlessly, Tachyon let go of her hand and for a moment Pokke worried she crossed a line. At least, until she felt Tachyon slide her shorts and panties down to her knees.
Now without anything in her way, Pokke slid her fingers through slick folds, feeling just how wet her girlfriend was. Tracing one finger around her clit just to feel her flinch and gasp, Pokke wanted to dive under the covers and just drink up every last drop. She could eat out her girlfriend every day and night and never get tired of it. Hell, she would if Tachyon would let her, Cafe or no Cafe. She had flushed so pretty when Pokke suggested it once. Maybe if tonight went well, she’d say yes.
Pokke knew better than to just shove her cock inside in one thrust, not wanting to hurt Tachyon, but as she easily slipped a finger inside, she knew she would’ve faced no resistance. Reaching behind herself, Tachyon grabbed at Pokke’s neck, twisting until the two of them could kiss. They couldn’t move around too much, the cheap beds much too creaky to allow them to do so quietly, but Tachyon didn’t mind the awkward position. She liked feeling Pokke flush against her back, her arms wrapped around her and pulling her even closer, surrounded by the girl she knew she had wrapped around her finger.
She liked the plausible deniability of it all, should Cafe roll over and face them.
A second finger joined the first, slowly pumping in and out, mindful of any noise they could be making. Tachyon let out a soft whine into the kiss, easily swallowed by her girlfriend, along with every other little noise she made as Pokke leisurely pumped her fingers in and out. She didn’t usually get to take her time like this and she wanted to savor every moment, feeling Tachyon squirm as she tried to urge her to go faster.
The hand by her neck moved up to tangle in her hair, then tugged until Pokke slipped in a third finger. She knew exactly how to get her off with her fingers alone, but that wasn't what she was going for at the moment. Tachyon wasn’t exactly a quiet lover, thank the Goddesses, but her screaming Pokke’s name would not be ideal right now. Not when they were supposed to be trying to stay undetected, though her ears twitched with excitement at every potential shift in the bed across the room.
So, Pokke kept a slow pace. Focused on pressing her fingers against walls, preparing her, feeling how Tachyon’s body jerked and twitched against her, unable to move with Pokke plastered against her back. They had to do this more often. Pokke could literally never get tired of her girlfriend panting into her mouth and writhing against her, desperate for her cock.
Fumbling behind herself, Tachyon practically shoved her hand into Pokke’s pants. The angle was awkward, having to go around the arm Pokke was using to tease her, but she was able to shove them down enough to free her cock. Pokke shivered when cold fingers wrapped around her length, Tachyon spreading her legs just enough to position it against her entrance.
Pulling back from the kiss, Pokke whispered, “You’re that excited about getting caught, huh?”
“New circumstances present new data points. It’s only natural to be excited about such possibilities.” She squeezed Pokke’s length, nearly making her yelp before she bit her lip to keep quiet. “You seem quite excited as well, my little guinea pig.” She whispered, her voice hitching a bit as Pokke withdrew her fingers.
Pokke stared at Cafe’s back as she held onto Tachyon’s hip. Still asleep, breathing deeply. Still turned away. Still in the clear. Slowly, she began to push inside, into that tight, wet heat that felt like home.
Tilting her hips slightly for a better angle, Tachyon whined as she was gradually filled. For all her previous desperation, Pokke was really taking her sweet time with it. It felt a bit like petty revenge, but in reality Pokke was entirely focused on not immediately blowing her load as soon as she entered her girlfriend.
Finally, finally, Pokke bottomed out, hips flush against Tachyon, who immediately began to squirm. Pokke tightened her grip on her hips, keeping her still. Burying her face in Tachyon’s shoulder, Pokke tried to steady her breathing.
Cafe was right there. She had seen them together before, yes, but they had never dared to tempt fate as much as they were doing now. This was as close as they had gotten to inviting Cafe to join and it felt like hot lava was coursing through her veins at the thought.
“Pokke?” Tachyon whispered when Pokke remained motionless.
How would she react if she saw them? If she knew how brazen they were being? Would she be annoyed? Disgusted? Intrigued? Tempted?
Pokke thought back to that day in the lab, after she had taken that pill from Tachyon. After her girlfriend blushed bright red, stuttering about Pokke’s uncouth behavior while her tail betrayed her true feelings, swishing happily behind her. After she had turned to glance at Cafe, Pokke saw the other girl bury her nose into another cup of coffee, concealing her expression. One Pokke almost missed, though she couldn’t stop thinking of it now. A little smirk, barely perceptible.
Would she be proud?
“Po—kke?!” Tachyon yelped as Pokke abruptly pulled back before slamming inside. She slapped a hand over her mouth as Pokke rolled her hips, pressing against her inner walls and making her feel like she was so full she could barely breathe. Normal thrusts would be way too loud, no matter how much they both wanted Pokke to pound her into the sheets.
Muffled by her hand, Tachyon groaned as Pokke used her grip on her hips to maneuver her how she wanted, hitting exactly where she knew her girlfriend liked the most. Not just hitting, but grinding against it. Her other arm wrapped around Tachyon’s chest to pull her back against Pokke, leaving her girlfriend with nowhere else to go, no choice but to just take it. Happily, it seemed, based on the muffled whines and the way her other hand found Pokke’s across her chest, lacing their fingers together and squeezing. Pokke pressed a gentle kiss to her neck, a quiet moment of tenderness in the middle of it all.
It was a shame Tachyon couldn’t speak right now. Pokke lived for her praise, way more than she expected to. An eager puppy, Tachyon would call her, which Pokke could never argue against. Is it such a crime to want to make your girlfriend feel good, to be good for her?
And Pokke so wanted to be good right now. Without Tachyon needing to direct her, Pokke moved her hand from her hip to her cunt, rubbing her clit in time with her thrusts. Tachyon had to let go of Pokke’s hand, using both to cover her mouth and keep quiet. Her guinea pig’s performance was exemplary, and it was getting more and more difficult to remember to not shout that out. Any thoughts not related to Pokke felt like they were getting wiped from her mind.
So focused on the task at hand, Pokke almost didn’t hear the soft creak across the room. It took a moment for that thought to register, for her to remember that Cafe was right there.
“You guys are really loud.”
Pokke froze, daring to look out from behind Tachyon to see Cafe standing in the middle of the room, looking down at them.
“Cafe!” Tachyon exclaimed, straightening out her top. “What are—ah…” Out of blind panic, Pokke pulled away from Tachyon, which may not have been the best thing to do while she was talking. The recovery was swift, however, after only a few pants she was back to smiling like Cafe hadn’t interrupted them while she was seeing stars. “What are you doing awake?”
Cafe shrugged, “Couldn’t sleep.”
“Ah, we didn’t wake you now, did we?” Tachyon laughed, only sounding the tiniest bit nervous. It’s a good thing she was in front because Pokke was sweating bullets behind her. She would’ve hid behind her back if Cafe couldn’t clearly see her from where she was standing.
“No… I woke up a while ago.”
Pokke’s heart leapt into her throat. They were so fucked. She must have heard the whole thing, then. “A-Are you… upset?”
“No,” she said, firm. No hesitation. “I don’t mind. You were pretty loud, though.”
“Apologies, our little guinea pig was quite enthusiastic.” Tachyon reached back to squish Pokke’s cheek but her mind was elsewhere.
Our.
“It was mostly you.”
Tachyon at least had the decency to look a little embarrassed at that, but not as much as a normal person should in this situation. Pokke felt like she was dying, her face burning up yet her dick remained at attention.
“Did you truly hate it that much?” The question had to have been teasing but her voice couldn’t hide the genuine curiosity, laced with more than a little fear.
For a moment Cafe thought about it, her eyes leaving them for the first time to stare off at a corner of the room. “No…”
“…Did you want us to stop?” Pokke asked, her voice much shakier than her girlfriend’s.
“Do you want to stop?”
Neither of them answered. It would be so easy to say yes, apologize, go back to sleep, pretend to forget this all happened, never be able to look each other in the eye, then take this to the grave.
And yet… Cafe was right there. Still there.
“Do you want me to leave?” She asked, like there was anywhere else she could go.
“No,” Tachyon breathed, her voice barely audible over Pokke’s own pounding heart. “Do you?”
Still there. Piercing yellow eyes flitted between the two of them, like they were sparkling even in the darkness.
“No.”
Mouth dry, Pokke held onto Tachyon‘s waist and shuffled them both backwards, making room. She was always better with actions than with words, though it did mean her dick was now squished between their legs.
“Would you like to stay?” Tachyon voiced Pokke’s silent question, the one they had all been thinking.
Rather than answering, Cafe took a few steps forward until she was standing at the edge of the bed. The sheets rustled a bit as she placed one knee on the edge, gently picking up the edge of the blanket. Pokke’s heart continued to race as she slowly began to climb on. The dips in the mattress shifting their bodies provided just enough stimulation to fry her brain, both from the nerves and from the slight friction it provided.
Even though it was dark, Pokke still flinched as Cafe slowly peeled off the blanket, her eyes locked on them as she did so. With a much more normal amount of embarrassment, Tachyon soon hid her face in the pillow, though she never asked her to stop. She shuffled a bit as she tried subtly kicking her shorts all the way off, trying to hide them in the blanket, but she was a second too late. Cafe’s eyes immediately darted to the discarded garment, then slowly to where it should have been worn.
With the blanket gone, the cold air of the bedroom hit their skin, though Pokke could barely feel it, she felt so hot. Her gaze had stopped, no doubt on the glistening wetness between Tachyon’s thighs. There was no hiding what they were doing, no turning back, yet Cafe climbed on anyway, gently laying herself on her side in front of them.
Her hand came to rest next to Pokke’s on Tachyon’s waist, their eyes meeting over her shoulder. They could both feel how she was burning to the touch.
When it became obvious that Cafe wasn’t going anywhere, Tachyon lifted her head from the pillow, brushing away some of the hair stuck to her face with sweat, gathering up just enough composure to try and take back control of the situation.
“Well then, you—”
Whatever she was going to say, Cafe already didn’t care for it. “Spread your legs a bit.”
There was a beat of silence as the command hung in the air. Pokke didn’t exactly know what she was expecting, but Tachyon chuckling nervously and then doing as asked was not one of them.
“My, my. So bossy…” She teased in a lilting voice, yet Pokke could see how her flush had reached down to her shoulders.
She only parted her thighs just a little bit, clearly not enough for Cafe as she then reached down, Tachyon gasping as she felt a tap on the inside of her thigh until she lifted it just a bit more. Cold fingers slid underneath, lifting up her leg until Pokke’s cock slipped out from behind her, resting on Tachyon’s other thigh. All three of them could see that she was still rock hard.
“She’s quite big, isn’t she?” Tachyon remarked, feeling much emptier than she’d like to be.
“Enthusiastic…”
Pokke felt like she was going to pass out, almost missing Cafe’s other hand tapping on hers, gently lifting it from Tachyon’s waist. She was shocked there was enough blood circulating to her brain for her to recognize what Cafe might be asking for. Remembering how to move her limbs again, Pokke’s hand moved to hook under the back of Tachyon’s knee, spreading her girlfriend’s legs and giving Cafe a perfect view of her cock as it leaked.
“Wonderfully enthusiastic.” Tachyon said, breathlessly, as she relaxed into Pokke’s hold. She had never been shy about how much she admired her girlfriend’s strength, enjoyed being at the mercy of it.
With her now free hand, Cafe ran her fingers along Pokke’s cock. Her touch was light at first, simply running her fingers through the wetness along the surface. Nails dug into soft flesh at the sudden stimulation, though Tachyon didn’t seem to care as Cafe lifted her now dripping fingers.
The look she shot Tachyon, the same as when a certain someone would try and fail to reassure her that the side effects of whatever concoction would be minimal, was enough to make her whimper.
“So are you.”
That was enough to make them both whimper, actually, with Pokke’s cock begging for attention. Cafe apparently deemed her worthy of mercy as she grabbed onto her length and began to stroke it a few times.
“You didn’t say you wanted to stop,” Cafe looked directly at Pokke as she suddenly let go of her cock. Desperate, her hips jerked forward, chasing after her touch and unintentionally grinding up against Tachyon’s sensitive cunt. When the tip grazed her entrance, just barely slipping past but not in, they both shuddered. “So why did you?”
“Pokke,” Tachyon looked over her shoulder, a manic grin on her face. “Don’t stop.”
She didn’t have to be told twice. Using her grip on her thigh, Pokke angled their hips until she could ram her cock back inside, Tachyon’s body easily opening up to her. With no reason to control herself anymore, Tachyon cried out, moans and wails falling from her lips as Pokke got right back to what she had been doing before, now with the added vigor that came from an audience.
“You’re really loud…” Cafe smiled to herself, to which Tachyon only nodded dumbly, mouth hung open as her whole body jerked with each thrust. Real thrusts this time, the sound skin slapping on skin echoing through the room. With the same cool detachment that Tachyon often had herself, Cafe slid two of her still wet fingers into her open mouth. Tachyon only quieted down as her lips sealed around her fingers, eyes fluttering shut. “Is she always this vocal?”
It took Pokke a moment to realize Cafe was speaking to her, too focused on the blind ecstasy she was experiencing, her mind cloudy with desire. Slowing her thrusts just a moment to catch her breath, Pokke nodded. “Y-Yeah, usually.”
That was mostly true. Tachyon could never really be described as quiet, but it wasn’t usually the pathetic whimpers and mewls she was making around Cafe’s fingers, helplessly grabbing at her shirt as Pokke continued her relentless pace. There was usually a lot more talking, a lot more good girl and just like that and detailed descriptions of what exactly she wanted Pokke to do to her, or how exactly she wanted Pokke to take it.
Fuck, she didn’t even sound like this when she sucked dick, which was admittedly not very often.
A thin line of saliva connected Cafe’s fingers to Tachyon’s lips as she pulled them out, grabbing Tachyon’s chin and tilting her head back to look at Pokke, who pushed herself up a bit onto her elbow to see.
“Is it usually like this?” Cafe asked, running her thumb along Tachyon’s bottom lip until she opened her mouth again.
Nothing could compare to Tachyon’s sultry voice and commanding eyes, which could haunt her dreams for years to come, but the glassy-eyed, fucked out expression she had on now was a close second. There was nothing behind her eyes other than a raw need, whining like she was about to cry if she had to wait any longer to come.
She was close, too, Pokke could tell. The way her body twitched was the same, the way her walls would clench around Pokke every time she pulled back, like she didn’t want to let her go even for a second. Though she never looked like she would ever beg for it, until now.
How Pokke hadn’t come yet was a mystery. All she could feel was a raw determination to make her girlfriend fall apart on her cock, even if she felt like she needed to fill Tachyon up more than she needed to breathe. It worked, though, and Tachyon shouted as her whole body tensed up, wracked with pleasure as Pokke kept fucking her through it. She clung to Cafe for dear life, burying her face in her shoulder as pleasure mixed with pain, stimulation shifting to overstimulation as Pokke’s hips stuttered while she chased her own finish, goaded on by muffled shouts of her name.
Her rhythm was interrupted by a hand brushing through her hair, petting her gently.
“You’re cute…” Cafe scratched around her ears like she was a cute stray and Pokke groaned, low and animalistic. “I can see why she likes you.”
That, of all things, is what pushed Pokke over the edge. Her thrusts lost all finesse and she let go of Tachyon’s leg in favor of wrapping her arms around her again, holding her in place as Pokke buried herself to the hilt, her orgasm tearing through her.
Tachyon was limp in her arms as Cafe pulled away, almost seeming like she was unconscious, though her body was still quivering as she came down from her high. Pokke felt like her body was made of lead, ready to drift off at any moment until the creaking and shifting of the bed brought her back to the present.
“Wait—”
“You’re leaving?!”
They both protested as Cafe moved to sit up. As the one closest, Tachyon’s arm shot out to grab at Cafe’s shirt, barely reacting as Pokke’s cock slipped out, a trickle of her release following soon after.
“You seem tired…” Cafe looked between the two of them, exhaustion clearly overtaking them.
“Yeah, but…” Pokke trailed off, Tachyon finishing her thought for her as her hand drifted down to trace along Cafe’s waistband.
Shaking her head, Cafe grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away. At the sight of their panicked faces, she softened. “Some other time… When you can handle it.”
“Such confidence,” Tachyon giggled, “You sound just like Pokke.”
“Yeah, ‘cause I’m right.” Pokke yawned, “Do you really think you could take both of us?”
It had been a mindless suggestion, an instinctual shot fired back at Tachyon’s remarks, but the implication slowly dawned on her when she saw her girlfriend’s ears perk up.
“Oh? What an interesting question. I believe that calls for further testing.” She turned to Cafe, only just barely hiding her excitement. “Shall I take this,” she gestured with her wrist still in Cafe’s hold, “as confirmation of your future participation?”
“Maybe,” Cafe scoffed, letting go of Tachyon and finally climbing off the bed, though she had a slight smile on her face. It was as close to a yes as they could get and Pokke’s mind raced with the possibilities. “You should probably clean up, though…”
“What an excellent suggestion.” Tachyon flopped onto her back, turning to Pokke. “Well? It’s your mess, after all.” She said, her legs falling open as she looked to her girlfriend, expectant.
From her own bed, Cafe watched with fond eyes as Pokke scrambled, suddenly wide awake again. “Try not to be too loud.”
“No promises…” Tachyon sighed as Pokke got to work, her tail wagging behind her.