Sloppy Scissors
by Fuzzyfurvert
Tumblers, like posted steel sentries, fell one by one. Click. Click. Click.
The door opened without protest a second later, joining the darkness inside with the exterior night. Silence was all that passed between them before the door eased itself shut, the lock tight once more. The entrance was small, the space constricting, but she eased into a practiced combat stance.
Feet spread, her weight on the balls; springy and quick to react. Her hands open, the left—a claw, the right—a wall. Both loose at her sides and ready to move. She could reach any spot within the span of her own height in less than a tenth of a second.
(Yes, she did have it timed.)
She was a living weapon. She was speed and efficiency with a deadly purpose and calculating mind. She was Aria Blaze, ninja assassin.
Aria held still as a stone in her dark living room, her breathing slow and shallow so she could hear all the tiny noises of the house. There were miniature creaks and groans as the floors settled, the light hum from the kitchen appliances, the faint hiss of water in the pipes that ran through the crawl space below.
There was also a cricket loose somewhere in the house. That was annoying. She hoped it wasn’t hiding in her bedroom. She could handle thugs by the score or endless evil merchants in need of a lesson taught with fists and feet. But bugs? Especially the kind that jumped? Uh, nope.
Her ninja cool crumbled once her stomach started to twist at the thought of some chitinous little bastard jumping on her in the dark. Shaking ferociously, Aria jittered over to the nearest light switch and snapped on the overhead.
The chirping continued unabated.
“Ugh...damn bugs.” Aria slumped and dropped her bag on the counter that separated the living room from the kitchen, running her fingers through her hair before scratching her butt through the karategi pants she wore. They were great for training and matches, but on these late summer nights, she just seemed to soak the outfit in sweat no matter what she was doing.
Except for the chirping and hum from the kitchen, the house remained silent. Almost suspiciously so. Aria slowed her breathing again, senses stretched to their limit, but she heard nothing she hadn’t already. No TV babbling to cover up other sounds in the back bedrooms. No muffled giggles or sighs from the direction of Adagio’s room specifically. Sure, it was late, but could her roommate and Sonata both be asleep already? Midnight wasn’t for another hour, and practical immortality or not, they weren’t old people yet.
Aria held her breathing down for a full minute, trying to be sure she wasn’t missing anything. Then she started to feel awkward, standing there alone and so headed for the back of their shared home. She moved without making a sound, skipping lightly over the loose boards that squeaked when stepped on. She went down the hall until she reached Adagio’s bedroom. Again, she stood there and focused on just listening.
Again, she heard nothing but that infernal cricket.
To settle her curiosity, Aria carefully opened the door just a crack. She moved at a measured pace, all her skills at muscle control in use to peek in without alerting the potential occupants of the room. From the sliver of light that fell into the dark room, Aria could see two lumpy forms on Adagio’s bed covered in sheets.
Aria tilted her head to the side, lips drawn tight in a thoughtful scowl. Huh. They are asleep...neat.
She closed the door, letting it click back into position just as softly as she’d opened it, before pivoting toward her own room at the end of the hall, opposite of their shared bathroom. So long as she kept generally quiet, she might as well have the house to herself for a few hours until sleep claimed her as well. Once she was inside her own room, Aria flipped on the light, her gaze roaming over her bed, desk, and general mess. She’d stayed late at the gym, well after karate class to work out and get in some more practice while the other classes and sports groups used the main building.
It let her work up a good sweat and toughen her shins on the sandbags. It also let her watch the other groups do their thing and get sweaty too. The little twigs in their spandex weren’t enough to keep her attention for long, but if she hung out until sundown, the real show would start. The gym-goers with the most meat rolled in about that time in their fishnets and short shorts, skates and matching helmets.
Sundown was when the rollergirls took over the facility. They combined all the speed of racers with the strength of wrestlers. They were all boisterous and brimming with confidence. One of their ranks, however, was also a real looker for being the only highschooler in the group. A highschooler that Aria knew from that bad business a while ago.
Applejack.
At this point in her lengthy existence, set backs like the one at CHS were droplets in an ocean of successes. Though that particular set back stood out in the crowd. As did the country girl’s ridiculous thighs and hips. Even surrounded by women with varying degrees of healthy girth and muscle, those monsters stood out. Somehow the girl managed to strike a balance between toned, hard muscle, and pillowy soft fat that formed the most mouth-watering dimples where the high socks and blue jean cut-off booty shorts bit into them. The rest of the girl was very easy on the eyes too, but those thighs were the very definition of ‘thicc.’
Aria chewed at her lower lip, wading into her room and untying her black belt as she went. Her sweat damp gi hit the floor and merged with the ankle deep pile of clothes already there. Her shirt, socks and shoes followed by the time she reached her dresser. The night was already warm, but even just thinking about Applejack was pushing her temperature up more. She needed to do a good cool down workout, work out any kinks before they had the chance to develop. Plus she smelled like a horse. Aria took a moment to unclip her hair bangles, letting her twin tails fall, trading pins for a fresh pair of underwear and her trusty waterproof toy with the suction cup bottom from the dresser’s top drawer.
Aria flipped the teal-colored silicone recreation up in the air and caught it again. “Shower time!”
She turned right around, spinning on her toes, and stepped over her shed workout clothes. Her sports bra and undies added to the clutter of her bedroom floor before she breezed through the hallway and into the slightly cooler, tiled, bathroom. Twisting the knobs got the water going. While she waited for the temperature to hit the sweet spot she liked best, Aria rinsed her dildo in the spray. She kept the thing clean and sterilized, but the suction cup worked better with a little bit of the wet stuff.
Slapping it down, base-first, Aria positioned the toy on the bottom of the tub, near the back where she could comfortably stay in the shower and rest back against the wall as she rode plastic. It took the old water heater in the crawlspace below her a minute to get the shower to the proper level of steam Aria liked best, turning the bathroom into her personal sauna. The porcelain tub was the best combination of hard, smooth and warm under the soles of her feet and the shower head was just tall enough that she didn’t have to lean to get a full head-to-toe soaking in a matter of seconds.
Aria Blaze, ninja assassin, was replaced instantly with Aria Blaze, relaxed but horny gym rat. She took a moment to get all of her hair wet all the way through before she snagged a bottle of slick oily lotion off the shelf where the three of them kept their hair care and hygiene products. Most of it was junk that Adagio needed for those ridiculous curls, or whatever was the cutest bottle Sonata could locate. She liked to keep it mannishly simple: shampoo, conditioner, bodywash, and maybe a little skin lotion depending on the season. This time of year, it really helped to keep her skin well moisturized, hence the lotion she was pouring liberally into one palm. Plus, as a side benefit, it was completely safe to use as lube.
Her hand slapped loudly against her chest, smearing the stuff over her breasts and down her belly and in between her thighs. Cleanliness would come, almost as a side effect of being in the shower.
She would cum as a direct result of the absurd beating she was about to serve to her own pussy.
She didn’t even need the extra lube, but tonight she wanted to hit those really deep spots and no hole was off limits to her fingers, so why not make sure she was as slippery as a dolphin everywhere? Her fingers dug at her expertly, making sure water and lotion covered each fold and lip from her clit to the top of her ass and everywhere between. Slicked up, Aria turned around and let the shower splash on her face as she eased her butt back in a comfortable position over the tall toy and lined it up with her opening. A little wiggle here and there, spreading herself a bit more with one hand and the bulbous head of the dildo slipped into her with a light ‘pop!’
“Hhhnnggh…” Aria moaned, already feeling her insides react to the invading faux-dick. She wasted no time savoring the feeling, and gently let herself fall back into a comfortable position, her back straight, feet planted solidly, and knees wide to let the toy ram itself all the way home. Then she stopped, with the dildo buried to the hilt and took a mind cleansing breath of steamy air. She was going to need to wait now, let everything inside her get used to their new, slightly shifted, positions. Which was a perfect opportunity to figure out what complex fantasy she wanted to concoct in her mind to add depth to the self-fucking she was about to recieve.
“Applejack, Applejack…” Aria bit her lip, smiling, “how would you like me to fuck you? Other than those amazing legs all I know about you is you’re the ‘country girl’ type. Cowboy hat, yeehaws, the whole cake.” She tipped her body a tiny fraction, feeling the hard tip of the toy stay put, forcing her cunt to move to accommodate in the best way. She looked down at herself, scanning her abs for a hint of a bulge. “Fuck! C’mon...country shit, right? Some country setting...how do rural girls like it?”
She shifted again, rocking a little and enjoying the tingle and throb radiating from her core. It might be her pussy that was stuffed with silicone, but this was what Applejack would feel if Aria ever got her hands on that ass. She had more than a few toys back in her room that were optimized for a harness. She’s strap one on and plow Applejack until whatever livestock the girl’s family had came home.
Livestock. Farms. Barns.
“Fuck, there it is.” Aria giggled softly, starting up a steady rocking rhythm and bouncing almost microscopically. An idea was taking root, growing in her fertile imagination. A scene with that thicc ass bumpkin getting the deep railing she deserved.
The barn was in need of a fresh coat of paint. Badly. The walls were peeling in places. Old—maybe dry rotted—wood stood out in the corners and on the stall doors. Paint cans filled with classic red and white stood in uneven stacks in the middle of the large space that made up most of the ground floor. The cows (or whatever) were all out in the fields, away from the faint rank of it.
It wasn’t that strong really. It was barely enough to register over the smell of hay, dirt and sweat coming off both Applejack and Aria. The day was warm, but now that they were inside, the shade was refreshingly cool. The stalls were clean, fresh hay piled into each of them, making for soft bedding. They’d been going since morning, working the outside walls before moving in and the break was welcome. Aria welcomed the chance to rest and get an eyeful of Applejack as the girl pulled out a new roller and pushed it back and forth in the pan like a broom. It bent her over, facing away from Aria, rocking all the full, firm, flesh along with it. In those cut off shorts and loose sleeveless tee shirt, Applejack was a classic Playboy fold-out in motion.
Back in the bathroom, Aria sped up, grindinging harder as her imagination ramped up. The dildo spreading her insides open to accept even more of the shaped silicone. The bulging right below her belly button growing more distinct with each bounce while a wordless growl joined the hiss of the shower in her ears.
Aria grinned when Applejack looked back and found her staring. The country girl knew what was up. They both knew that the other wanted them and they both wanted each other to want them. Applejack smirked and wiggled her hips playfully, molding the denim to her curves even more than it already was. She gave Aria a moment more of the view and straightened up to heft the pole in her hands and slap it wetly against the wall. It rolled up and down, leaving a wide trail of fresh white paint from over her head down to the floor. Up. Down. Bend at the waist. Feet planted wide, hat barely staying in place on her head, and her hair swinging freely. Another stripe of white. Repeat the whole process again with her ass out and paint rolling onto the wall.
Applejack looked good doing it too. Aria wasn’t one much for foreplay and this little teasing was all it took to get her ready to make the move they were waiting for. Pulling her own shirt up and out of her pants, Aria stalked up behind Applejack, one hand gliding over the posts and stall side until she could reach out and lightly slap one cheek. Applejack made a noise in her throat halfway between a yelp and a purr, stopping where she was with the roller.
“‘Bout time, sugarcube.”
“Sorry I kept you waiting.” Aria grabbed the roller pole, pulling it gently from AJ’s grasp. She let it go to land itself into the corner and wrapped her arm around Applejack’s hips. “Someone else can finish this up. I’ve got other plans.”
“Oh?” Applejack’s smirk sprung up again as Aria held her tight, pressing their chests together. “And what’s th—” She didn’t get a chance to finish, Aria cutting her off with a kiss.
Aria’s mouth slanted over Applejack’s hungrily. AJ immediately responded, her fingers curling into Aria’s shirt over her back. Applejack squeaked against her lips, her hand gripped Applejack’s ass and pressed them together even harder. There was something faintly… exciting about having sex on paint-splattered hay. Applejack’s hat fell to the ground with a thump, Aria’s fingers cupped the back of her blonde head. The kiss began to deepen, Applejack’s mouth parting while Aria skimmed her fat bottom lip with her tongue. The country girl groaned quietly and met her tongue with her own, dipping into Aria’s mouth to wrestle back.
But Aria wasn’t here to play at being equals. She liked a girl that pushed back, but she was always the winner. Always the top. She pushed back against Applejack, harder and stronger than before. Applejack tightened her grip on Aria’s shirt, holding her ground for a long moment, until she surrendered and they both rocked back against the wall and the wet paint there. Aria was a hands-on sort of woman, and Applejack’s body was something she loved having her hands on. Her hands moved over the other girl, the slick wet paint making the movement quick and easy. She cupped AJ’s shorts in both hands, pulling her up onto her toes and closer to Aria’s still hungry mouth. The sudden movement caused another, quiet moan to fill their mouths as Applejack’s hands slid down to her stomach. Aria’s breath hitched when she felt fingers inching up under her shirt, the dried paint on those hands scratched at her skin. At the same time she could feel the soft skin of those monster thighs beneath her fingertips, the curve of Applejack’s breasts against her chest, and feel damp lips moving in tandem with her own.
Aria slid one hand further down Applejack’s leg, pulling it up towards her hip. Then they were suddenly moving down, her back in the hay as it crackled and swished loudly. Stars burst in her head as Applejack’s pelvis ground into hers. Those cut-off shorts were so short that with barely a push, her hands were curving back over Applejack’s bare butt.
“I… really like these shorts…” Aria murmured softly, moving her mouth from AJ’s lips and traveling over her jaw planting tiny bites and licks.
“Too…bad…they’re coming off now.” Applejack pushed up her shirt, forcing Aria to lay back so she could tear it off along with the denim. She threw them carelessly over the stall wall, then dived back down to brush her lips over Aria’s collar bone.
“I’ll buy more jeans for you to destroy. I like what your legs do to them.” Aria growled, slapping the thighs straddling her.
“You need to stop buying me clothes, sugarcube. ‘Sides, they’ll probably end up just like that last batch of panties.” Applejack wriggled on top of her, grabbing Aria’s shirt hem.
“What happened? Those were cute!” Aria exclaimed, staring up at Applejack.
Applejack grinned wickedly. “I just never wear ‘em. In fact…I’m starting to really like the whole commando thing. Though, truth be told, the bras are too pretty to not wear.” She giggled and pulled Aria’s shirt up and off, exposing the simple sports bra she wore. “You need to step up yer game, sugar.”
“Huh…well, I’m not that kinda girl.” Aria purred, resting back into the hay supporting them, her half-lidded eyes roving her partner while she bit her lip. “You look a lot better in them than I ever would.”
Normally comfortable and confident, Applejack still covered her chest with her arm and blushed when their eyes met. She wore one of her newer bras, a pale blue one with thin pink lace over the cotton cups. Aria’s strong finger ran over the edge of lace that lay on flushed, tanned skin. She leaned forward and followed her finger with her lips. Her hands ran down Applejack’s ribs, flat of her palms against sensitive skin. She slid her hands around Applejack, grazing them up her spine. AJ sighed softly and brushed her lips over the edge of Aria’s ear, teeth biting gently down on the lobe just as Aria unhooked her bra. The restraining garment fell away and she cupped Applejack’s breasts with both hands, kneading them gently.
“You look fantastic out of them too.” Aria whispered, leaning back just enough to look down between them. “I’m more of a thighs and butt person, but these are very nice too.”
Aria growled and bit into the curve of Applejack’s neck just as she felt Applejack draw more of her ear into her mouth. Her hands flattened against the chest she was fondling and ran down Applejack’s front, then back up, milking a soft moan out of the girl as her thumbs brushed those nipples. Applejack shuddered harder, Aria suckling the flesh of her throat, making Applejack squirm and whimper. A tongue traced the line of her ear, Applejack’s breath hot on the thin, damp skin. A hand reached down between them and struggled with Aria’s belt, hampered by the movements of all the other hands and mouth on her body.
The leather slipped through her belt loops and slithered to the ground. The country girl’s hands slid past the loosened waistband and gripped Aria’s ass in both hands. They both groaned as Applejack rocked them forward, pressing her neatly trimmed and already soaked bush against the springy bulge in Aria’s pants.
“Sweet Poseidon…” Aria breathed softly, eyes fluttering from the sensation cascading out from her core.
In the shower, Aria had her hands on her knees, weight balanced on the balls of her feet while she humped the toy inside her. The plastic was hitting her deep, opening all of her wide as each downward slam brought another centimeter closer to the widest point of the base, almost like a knot before the actual suction cup that barely kept it connected to the porcelain. Aria bit her lower lip harder and hissed through her teeth, riding another wave of nervous tingling. It felt great, but it could feel better still, she just needed to add a little push. She slowed down, letting the toy slide its textured edges along her insides and reached back to run her fingers between her cheeks and over her puckered hole.
“I see y’all came prepared.” Applejack chuckled deep from her throat, grinding against the resistance Aria’s pants provided. “Is it that one with the lil’ studs I like?”
“Faster.” Aria whimpered, hips pressing forward again. She nodded, lips tight as the double-ended toy inside her shifted again, the raised bumps scrubbing her g-spot directly.
“Always faster, huh?” Applejack whispered, her mouth moving down Aira’s neck to the juncture with her shoulder. She bit at the padded shoulder strap of Aria’s bra, tugging it away until one purple tit slipped free.
“If you weren’t such an old nag, maybe you wouldn’t move so slow.” Aria panted, growling with more than a few loose strands of hair hanging in her face as she let go of Applejack to shove at her pants. Working her hips up and down, she got them free from between the two of them, consequently slamming Applejack’s—and her own—crotches together in the process. Her underwear went with them, unwrapping her little surprise: a turquoise colored feeldoe already buried in her cunt and already slick with juices. Wet as Applejack already felt, they weren’t going to need any other lube than they were both producing copious amounts of.
“What in tarnation did you call me?” Applejack growled around a mouthful of sports bra teasingly, yanking on it until the other tit popped loose.
“I called you an old nag!” Applejack screamed out a pleased squeal as Aira pushed her back and down into the hay before flipping her around onto her stomach.
Applejack burst out laughing a moment later, looking back. “What the heck now, sugarcube?”
“No more sass, missy.”
Aria pulled her up onto all fours and planted kisses down her spine, her hands on her hips. Applejack’s head fell to the ground, pressed to the crumpled haystack. Aria made short work of the button and zipper of AJ’s tortured cutoff shorts and slipped them off with only a small amount of fuss. Underneath, the country girl really was bare, all pink and gold, smiling and drooling at the siren. The shorts flew across the barn floor as Aria leaned over her again. She brushed her girlfriend’s hair aside to kiss the back of her neck, then bite down gently. Posessively. Applejack moaned, body quivering. Aria’s hands ran down the expanse of Applejack’s back, then smoothed over the soft curve of her cheeks, fingers tense and dragging a ripple indented trail through the skin. Applejack cried out when those fingers slid between her thighs and traced the wet line of her from clit to ass and back again. Aria’s other hand reached around and grasped one breast roughly, making her gasp in surprise. A thumb ran over her nipple while the other rubbed a circle over her clit in the opposite direction. Her hips rocked back into the hand, but the pressure was gone when Aria’s finger ran down between her lips again. Then Aria repeated the movement in reverse, her thumb on the breast moving when she slid the other back up to the top of AJ’s sex. When she rolled the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, she did the same with that bundle of nerves, though with a somewhat gentler touch. Applejack was drenching her hand, muffled helpless noises coming from the hay as she dipped a single finger inside to the knuckle.
Applejack arched up, yelling aloud. Aria’s hands moved, picking up rhythm and speed, her hips moving with them. Her knees slid further apart, trying to take the finger further in. One particularly angled thrust and her body started vibrating like a plucked bowstring, a throaty moan escaping her and filling the barn’s rafters. Aria moved her fingertip against her inner wall, changing the moan to a stifled cry. Then a second finger joined the first, continuing to ply the same area inside her, making her hips jerk wildly, playing her like a well serviced instrument. Her cries grew in volume, breaking into loud sobs and pleas to Heaven even though she knew no one outside the building was going to hear her. They could be as loud as they wanted.
In the bathroom she shared with the other sirens, Aria’s own cries echoed her imagination, getting louder and more guttural, fighting for auditory space with the water and the rhythmic slapping of her butt against the tub basin. The dildo was buried inside her to the hilt, and she had a good three fourths of her fist fit snugly into her ass. The sensation radiating from her lower abdomen was intense and only getting stronger by the second, the growing wave threatening to crest at any moment.
Aria could feel Applejack tightening around her fingers. AJ’s breath became ragged and harsh. She knew what was coming and it wasn’t going to be her girlfriend—just yet. She pulled out, and let go of Applejack, the country girl slumping forward, ass up and shaking on the edge of orgasm. Aria smirked and ran her fingers over her tongue, tasing the juices Applejack leaked all over her hand.
“Was that for the sassing?” Applejack muttered quietly.
Aria laughed tenderly grabbing Applejack by the leg and rolling her over. “Oh yeah. You only get to cum when I want you too, and I was planning something different for that.”
Applejack reached up and looped her arms around the siren’s neck, pulling her down into the hay with her. She kissed Aria softly, eyes closed and her voice husky and thick. “Like what?”
“Like finishing up painting the wall.” Aria deadpanned and made a move to stand up when Applejack’s eyes flew open.
“THE HELL!?” Applejack tightened her arms around Aria’s neck and pulled her back down and close. “You’re not going anywhere, sugarcube, until you finish what you started right here.”
Aria burst into laughter, bracing herself on her elbows. “Yeah, I kinda thought it was a bad idea too, actually. I’ll just be the better woman and fuck you properly.”
“Don’t be a dick.” Applejack interrupted Aria’s renewed laughter with a kiss and wrapped her legs around Aria’s hips. “Speaking of which, weren’t you going to use this thing? Or are you wearing it for fashion sake?”
“Damn it.” Aria cursed through her smile and shifted slightly to adjust the plastic in her cunt. “I really am going to have to plow you now.”
Applejack let her arms fall to the ground and she panted up at Aria. She pouted, paint-smeared hair wild around her flushed face. “You know…I’m down for butt stuff if you want. We don’t have to use just one hole.”
“Maybe not…but now’s not the time for that.” Aria licked her lips and reached between them to line the toy up with AJ’s entrance. “Right now, I want this fat pussy on my dick.”
Applejack drew her knees up Aria’s sides to pull her down until they were pressed chest-to-chest. “But I want you to tear me a new one, sugar. You ran me up to the edge of ruin a minute ago, so unless you want me to treat your head like a watermelon between my thighs, you need to get in there and take me up and over the line. Understand?”
Aria narrowed her eyes and growled. “I hate being told what to do, but fuck do I love a power bottom! C’mere.” Aria wrapped her arms around the back of Applejack’s knees, forcing the girl to curl tighter in the hay until she felt the toy land in the right spot. She nuzzled her nose against AJ’s as those strong arms slipped around her waist.
“If I ever get my magic back,” Aria muttered under her breath, “guess who gets to have my babies?”
She grabbed an ankle that bobbed about by her head and leaned in, pressing her mouth over her girlfriend’s, kissing her hard. The front of the toy pushed against Applejack’s exposed ring, spreading the muscles and making her gasp into the kiss. Aria’s tongue took advantage and dove in, tangled them and mashing lips together. Aria kicked her feet hard into the floor, gripping with her toes for all the traction she could manage and rammed her double ended toy as far up inside both of them as she could reach. She was already slick from her own juices and Applejack’s body was still sensitive and open from the fingering. Their cries filled the barn as the toy played against vulnerable muscle and g-spot alike. Slight discomfort and pleasure warred briefly, until pleasure won out. Aria’s hips rocked hard and she arched up her back like a cat when Applejack’s fingers suddenly slipped inside her ass. Lips trailed down one shoulder to kiss breast and take a nipple into her mouth. Applejack’s leg was still held in the air, Aria’s thumb drawing circles on the skin along the top of the foot, another small pleasure lost in the sea of sensations. Moans mingled with breathless panting. Applejack’s body was shaking while her fingers curled deeper into Aria’s heat and driving her up and up. Aria sucked more tit into her mouth desperately.
A second climax burst against the back of Applejack’s eyelids. Her teeth dragged over her bottom lip, her fingers slacking off their work and sliding out of Aria. Her body lost all tension and automatically rolled slightly to the side, her cheek to the wood floor and hair askew. She felt Aria shift and moaned again when she felt the toy press into her entrance. Aria completed the roll for her, one leg pinned to the ground between both of Aria’s, the other bent with the knee near her shoulder.
Aria let out a low groan, changed targets and plunged inside again. The new position let her sit back on her heels, riding Applejack’s thigh until their other lips kissed. Again she thrust inside, making the small, odd, whimpers AJ was making heighten to cries. The pace increased, the angle and movement strange and stimulating at once. Applejack pressed her palms to her mouth, screaming as Aria drove deeper and faster, pushing them both toward another climax.
The length of plastic silicon inside Aria felt like it was getting firmer and thicker by the second. It filled her to the literal brim and her body responded in kind by gripping it like her life depended on it. Her vision was blurry while sparks—like firecrackers—were going off in her head. The orgasm she’d chased broke over her like a tidal wave. Her short, fast, thrusts made soft squelching sounds just before her voice took over and yelled her satisfaction at the light fixture in the bathroom ceiling. After a moment of stuttered gasping, Aria dropped to her knees and pulled off the stuck toy to fall forward onto her hands. Aria winced, savoring the feelings ripping through her while fighting to keep herself from face planting into the drain. Everything was twitching and throbbing, all of it radiating out from her core to her scalp, fingers, and toes. The sounds coming from her were rough, animalistic, things that hit her ears hard—amplified by the ceramic tub—louder than the now lukewarm shower. She opened her eyes inches away from the bottom of the tub as she dropped to her elbows, ass in the air.
“The fuck is wrong with you?”
Aria startled, jumping out of her skin when the shower curtain was suddenly thrown back by a mostly naked and mostly annoyed, Adagio Dazzle. Aria slipped, tumbling to her side and ended up curled into a fetal position, looking up at the other siren like a wet and still cumming kitten. Behind Adagio was a sleepy looking Sonata, leaning on the bathroom door frame and likewise looking like she’d just gotten out of bed.
“What?” Aria blinked water out of her eyes, shuddering again.
Adagio groaned, reaching out over Aria to twist the knobs until the shower stopped. “It is past midnight, Aria, and you’re in here screeching like a cat in heat. Some of us are trying to sleep and this place has tissue for walls!”
Sonata perked up with a chuckle. “I wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors heard her.” She gestured vaguely toward the dildo Aria had evacuated. “They certainly heard me last time I did something like this.”
“And they also called the cops.” Adagio straightened up and folded her arms while looking down at Aria. “I hope we don’t have to repeat that.”
“Hey,” Aria croaked, “I wasn’t that loud. Also, fuck you. Why are you bothering me while I get my nut? I don’t do that to you guys.” She cleared her throat. “Anymore.”
“Well we definitely heard you, Aria.” Adagio’s voice was ice cubes on Aria’s skin. “You woke us up, dipshit.”
Aria grimaced and pushed herself back up onto her knees, wiping loose strands of hair from her face. “Well, sorry...I guess.” She huffed and reached back to grab her toy and detached it with a pop sharp enough she could feel it. “I’m done anyway”
Sonata raised her hand. “Pertinent question: why were you calling out ‘Applejack’ over and over?”
Aria hit her with a flat look, her tone scathing. “Do you want the details of my fantasy hookups?”
There was a pause, then a quiet, “no, not really.”
“Whatever.” Adagio threw up her hands and turned toward the door before stopping mid-pivot and looked back over her shoulder at Aria. “But why Applejack of all people?”
Aria shrugged and stood up. “Fat ass and thighs.”
“Yeah, that’s fair.”
“Now,” Aria growled, “get the fuck out and let me get dry. After that I need a nap.”
“Yeah, well we’re awake now.” Sonata smirked, taking Adagio’s hand as they both stepped out into the hallway. “And Applejack’s aren’t the only fat ass and thighs getting attention tonight. So you might want to make it quick, Aria.”
The door shut behind them, leaving Aria alone again in the seamless bathroom, dripping water and her own juices. She murmured a soft “fuck” under her breath and stepped gingerly out onto the bathmat. She thought about taking a minute to wash off the toy in her hands, but if the others were going to get loud again, she’d probably feel the need to use it again before sleep claimed any of them.
So instead, Aria set it in the sink and grabbed a towel.
