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Rabie Baby's wings twitched as she adjusted the shower dial with her clawed toes, sending another jet of water splattering against the tiles. The steam curled around her pink membranes, turning them slick and translucent under the bathroom lights. She exhaled sharply through her nose—still too cold.
"Move your ass," Icky Licky grumbled from behind her, his sticky fingers already sliding up her damp spine. His grip was warm, oddly dry despite the humidity. She could feel the faint vibration of his warning toxins humming just beneath his skin—useless against her biology, but still making the small hairs along her shoulders stand up. "You hogging all the hot water again."
Rabie felt her stomach flip. “Icky, wha…what are you doing in here, you pervert?” she muttered, her ears twitching as the water droplets pinged off the porcelain. His fingers tightened around her waist—not hard, but firm enough to send a shudder down her spine.
Icky leaned in, his breath hot against her neck despite the steam. “I couldn’t resist,” he murmured, his voice rough as his tongue flicked out to trace the curve of her ear. “You look so hot like this.” His fingers slid lower, tracing the line where her wings met her back, and Rabie gasped, her claws digging into the tile as the water beat down between them. His skin was fever-warm against hers, sticky and electric, and she could already feel her pulse thrumming in her throat.
“Mind if I join you?” Icky’s voice was a low growl, half-teasing, half-genuine, as his fingers trailed down her ribs, skimming the sensitive fur along her sides. Rabie bit her lip, her wings instinctively arching away from the spray—only to press back against him, her body betraying her hesitation. The heat of his chest against her back was dizzying, his heartbeat a rapid staccato against her shoulder blades. “You’re such an ass,” she breathed, but the words lacked bite, her claws flexing against the tile as his hips pressed flush against her.
The moment Icky stepped into the warm shower water, he sighed in satisfaction—then hissed as Rabie suddenly twisted, her wings snapping open to pin him against the slick tiles. Water sluiced down his yellow-and-black skin, pooling in the grooves between his muscular thighs. "You're such a damn liar," Rabie murmured, her nose twitching as she leaned in. "You weren't asking. You were already joining."
His chuckle vibrated through her palms as she held him there. "Caught me," Icky admitted, his fingers tracing the delicate veins of her wings where they stretched taut. His grip tightened when she shuddered—her fur was slick under his hands now, warm from the steam, and he could feel her pulse racing where his thumbs pressed into her inner wrists. "But you didn't stop me."
She didn't. Rabie's breath hitched as Icky's tongue darted out—not to tease this time, but to claim, sliding hot and insistent between her parted lips. His taste flooded her mouth, earthy and metallic, the lingering tang of his poison glands a dizzying contrast to the chlorine-scented steam around them. She dug her claws into his shoulders, not to push away but to pull him closer, her wings shuddering as water cascaded over them both.
“Mmh…” Rabie’s muffled groan vibrated against Icky’s lips as his tongue coiled around hers, flicking with a rhythm that made her knees buckle. The water pounded down between them, but all she could feel was the heat of his mouth, the way his breath hitched when she nipped at his lower lip—sharp enough to sting, not enough to draw blood. His fingers tangled in the fur at the nape of her neck, pulling just hard enough to tilt her head back, exposing her throat to the scalding spray. She arched into him, her wings shuddering as his free hand slid down the curve of her spine, pressing her damp fur flat against his slick, patterned skin.
Icky tasted like coffee and something darker, something chemical—the ghost of his toxins lingering on his tongue, harmless to her but intoxicating all the same. Rabie’s claws scraped down his chest, leaving faint pink trails in their wake as the water washed them away. His answering growl vibrated through her teeth, and she swallowed it greedily, her ears twitching at the way his heartbeat thundered against her palm where it splayed over his ribcage. The shower stall was too small for this, steam choking the air, their bodies sliding together with every shift—but neither of them cared, not when his hips rolled against hers, not when her tail hooked around his thigh to drag him closer.
His cock was hot where it pressed against her lower belly, slick with water and the sticky pre-secretion his kind produced—thick, tapered, and ridged in ways that made her breath stutter when she finally reached down to wrap her fingers around him. Rabie’s grip tightened experimentally, her thumb brushing over the swollen head, and Icky’s answering hiss was sharp enough to cut through the drumming water. “Tease,” he snarled, but the effect was ruined by the way his hips jerked into her touch, his fingers digging into the meat of her ass to haul her up against him.
She didn’t give him time to retaliate. Rabie twisted, her wings flexing to shield them both from the spray as she shoved him back against the tile, her free hand braced beside his head. His pupils were blown wide, and the sight sent a thrill down her spine—he looked wrecked already, his skin flushed darker under the yellow and black bands. “You talk too much,” she muttered before sinking to her knees, her claws scraping lightly over his hips as she went. The water hit her shoulders now, warm but nowhere near as hot as the choked-off groan Icky let out when she licked a slow stripe up the length of him.
His thighs trembled under her grip. She could taste him now, the heady musk of his arousal mingling with the mineral tang of the shower water, his skin impossibly slick under her tongue. Rabie took her time, teasing the sensitive ridge beneath the crown with little flicks of her tongue, savoring the way his breath stuttered—sharp, ragged inhales that drowned out the sound of the spray. Icky’s claws scraped against the tile above her, his hips bucking involuntarily when she finally took him deeper, her lips stretching around the thickest part of him.
“Fuck—” His voice cracked, the word dissolving into a hiss as she hollowed her cheeks, her fangs grazing his length just enough to make him jerk. Rabie smirked around him, her wings flaring to brace against the shower wall as she swallowed him down again, her throat working around the intrusion. The water sluiced over them both, dripping from his thighs onto her shoulders, but she barely noticed—not when his taste flooded her senses, not when his fingers tangled roughly in the fur behind her ears, tugging just shy of painful.
She could feel the moment he lost control, his rhythm stuttering, his thighs tensing under her palms. His pre-secretion was thick on her tongue, bitter and strangely sweet, and she moaned around him, the vibration pulling another ragged groan from his chest. “Rabie—close,” he warned, his voice strained, but she only hummed in response, her claws digging into his hips to keep him in place. His warning turned into a curse, his whole body shuddering as she took him deeper.
And then—just as she felt him teeter on the edge—Rabie released him with a wet pop, her lips slick and swollen. Icky’s groan was raw, his hips jerking forward into empty air, his claws scraping furrows into the tile above her head. “You fucking—” he snarled, but the words dissolved into a shuddering breath as she smirked up at him, her tongue darting out to catch a stray bead of pre-secretion from her lower lip. The steam curled around them, thick with the scent of him, and she could see the frantic pulse in his throat, the way his chest heaved like he’d been running.
She then spread her legs, gripping Icky's thighs with her clawed toes, pulling him down onto her with a wet slap of skin—their bodies locked together instantly, his ridged cock filling her in one relentless thrust. Rabie gasped as her wings flared against the tile, the friction unbearable yet perfect, her inner muscles clamping around him in rhythmic pulses. Steam clung to their writhing forms as Icky’s fingers found the base of her wings, pinching the sensitive membrane just hard enough to make her shriek—a sound swallowed by his mouth crashing back onto hers. Water cascaded over them in sheets, mingling with the slickness between her thighs, their movements turning the shower into a frenzy of splashing droplets and desperate, shuddering breaths.
Rabie arched her back, her claws raking down Icky’s sides as he pistoned into her, each thrust punctuated by the slap of their hips and the guttural growls tearing from his throat. She could feel his toxins seeping through his pores—harmless to her but heightening every sensation, her nerve endings alight with a buzzing, electric heat. His teeth scraped her collarbone, sharp enough to sting, and she reveled in the bite, her wings twitching violently when he hit that spot inside her that made her vision whiten. “Fucking—mine,” Icky snarled against her pulse, his voice raw with possession, and something primal in her snarled back, her legs locking around his waist to drag him deeper.
The shower stall was a cacophony—water pounding against tile, their ragged breaths echoing off the walls, the wet smack of skin on skin drowning out everything else. Rabie’s ears flattened against her skull as Icky’s pace turned erratic, his rhythm fracturing under the weight of his desperation. His hands were everywhere, gripping her thighs, kneading the soft flesh of her ass, his thumbs digging into the sensitive junction where her wings met her back. She could feel the coiled tension in his muscles, the way his cock throbbed inside her, and she clenched around him deliberately, her smirk sharp even as her own climax coiled tight in her belly.
Rabie’s claws scored fresh marks down Icky’s sides when he suddenly wrenched her forward, her back leaving the tile as he lifted her effortlessly. Her wings flapped uselessly, water droplets spraying in chaotic arcs as he pinned her against him, her legs wrapped vice-tight around his waist. The new angle made her gasp—every thrust dragged against that sweet, swollen spot inside her, the ridges of his cock catching in a way that had her seeing stars. “Fuck—fuck, Icky—” she chanted, her voice breaking as his teeth found her earlobe, sharp and punishing.
The steam thickened, choking the air between them as Icky’s hips snapped forward with brutal precision, his breath hot and ragged against her throat. Rabie could feel his control unraveling—the way his fingers trembled where they gripped her thighs, the animalistic grunts torn from his chest with every drive deeper. Her own climax coiled like a live wire, her wings shuddering violently as he hit that spot again, the ridges of him dragging against her walls in a way that made her toes curl against his flanks. "Gonna—fuck—" she choked out, her voice splintering as the first wave crashed over her, her body clamping down on him like a vice.
Icky’s growl was pure triumph, his hands sliding up to cradle her skull as he pistoned into her through the aftershocks, his rhythm stuttering as his own release barreled toward him. Rabie bit into his shoulder, her fangs sinking just shy of breaking skin as she rode out the last tremors, her wings slapping wetly against the tiles. The pulses of her walls was rapidly unraveling him and it didn’t take long for him to give in.
His hips jerked erratically, his grip bruising as he buried himself to the hilt with a snarl that sounded more animal than frog. Rabie felt the hot spill of him inside her, his cock twitching as he came in thick, pulsing waves that had her clenching around him instinctively, milking every last drop. The sensation was dizzying—the way his thighs trembled against hers, the way his breath hitched against her damp fur, the way his claws flexed against her scalp like he couldn’t decide whether to push her away or drag her closer.
The water had gone lukewarm, but neither of them noticed, too consumed by the aftershocks still rippling through their bodies. Rabie’s wings sagged against the tiles, her muscles lax, her breath coming in uneven pants against Icky’s shoulder. His heartbeat was a wild, staccato rhythm against her chest, his skin slick with sweat and shower spray, the stripes of his patterning darkened to near-black where her claws had raked over them. She nuzzled into the crook of his neck, her nose twitching at the mingled scents of sex, coffee, bubblegum, and the faint tang of his spent cum.
Icky’s fingers traced idle circles over the base of her wings, his touch feather-light, almost reverent—a stark contrast to the bruising grip he’d had on her just minutes before. Rabie shivered, her fur still damp and prickling with goosebumps, and he chuckled, the sound rough but warm, vibrating through her chest where they were pressed together. "Told you I'd make you scream," he murmured, his tongue flicking out to catch a stray droplet of water from her collarbone. “Happy I came in now?” She snorted, her claws flexing lazily against his ribs, but the smirk tugging at her lips betrayed her amusement.
The bathroom was silent except for their slowing breaths and the occasional drip of water from the showerhead. Steam still clung to the air, though thinner now, and Rabie’s wings twitched as the cool draft from the vent above brushed over her sensitive membranes. Icky shifted, his cock still half-hard inside her, and she groaned, her thighs tightening reflexively around his waist. "Leave it in. Let the shower water wash that off last,” she muttered, her voice hoarse, her claws tracing idle patterns over his shoulders. His answering laugh was a low rumble, his fingers tightening possessively around her hips.
Outside the shower stall, the rest of the world waited—the unread messages, the unfinished tasks, the inevitable mess they’d have to clean up. But for now, there was just this: the warmth of Icky’s skin against hers, the way his breath hitched when she flexed around him, the way his fingers still trembled slightly where they gripped her. Rabie nosed at his throat, her ears flicking when he hummed in contentment, his toxins long since faded to a faint, tingling buzz beneath her fur.