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“What the fuck are you wearing?”
Ivan looks down past the open neckline of her mostly unbuttoned onyx top and the cow-printed vest, over the dainty silver chain glistening along her neck, over the cow-printed belt and the black dress pants that they held up, and similarly sleek black shiny shoes. She feels the headband that pins her long ears to either side of her face straighten as she lifts her head, causing the fake cow ears to twitch on top of it. The bell choker gives a small chime.
“A cow costume,” Ivan answers good-naturedly, taking a long sip of her drink where her eyes don’t waver from the subject of her attention. “Are you not getting that?”
Till’s eyes flash. “No. I would have said you were going as one of those pieces of shit that dress sexy to get girls and then make up some sort of pretend half-assed costume to go with their outfit.”
“You think I look sexy?” Ivan asks, flicking her long black hair over her shoulder with a slow movement that purposefully lets the silky strands cascade out of her hand and down her back whilst smiling at the girl in front of her.
“I think you look like a pretentious douchebag.”
“A sexy pretentious douchebag.”
“Isn’t this offensive to cow hybrids?” Till says.
Normally Ivan wasn’t a massive partygoer, but Mizi had promised Till’s attendance and in costume despite Luka’s reluctance as host to invite either of them in the first place, and thus there she was clad in attire meant to get the girl. She makes sure to stretch past Till as she sets her cup down, forearms on display from how high up her sleeves are rolled.
Till scowls.
“Well, I would hope not seeing as a few of them had come over specifically to compliment me,” Ivan says, knowing how much it would infuriate Till’s uniquely single, and forever rageful about how popular Ivan was amongst women, predisposition.
“Whatever, it’s confusing and stupid.”
“I could also say the same to you.”
“How do you mean?” Till asks, side-eyeing her.
“What are you even dressed as?”
Till flings out her arms, her hat tips back a bit at the sudden motion. Taking the opportunity to openly look her over, Ivan’s eyes soak in the bandana tied around her neck, her flannel shirt, the large belt with a larger buckle that holds onto her worn jeans tucked into large brown boots, the fake pistol that hangs from her belt.
“Are you serious?” Till crosses her arms then, on either side of her head her ears flatten. Behind her, her grey tail lashes from side to side. “Like you didn’t plan for this.”
“I have no idea what you mean.”
“A cowboy,” Till spits out, gesturing to herself and then to Ivan as she says, “and a cow.”
“That can’t be right,” Ivan muses. Like she’d been wanting to since the second she’d spotted Till, she trails a hand up her torso, covering her with her body before Till could complain about anyone seeing them. She grabs the tether dangling from her neck just as Till’s lips part no doubt finding something else to be peeved about.
“Ivan—”
Ivan weighs the dark leather in her hand, observing the craftsmanship without holding it properly. In a breath, she slips her hand into the grip part, knowing Till’s eyes would quickly catch the movement. Giving the leash the smallest of tugs, she delights in the same Till stumbles a bit closer to her.
With other predator hybrids, Ivan would normally have to watch herself not to get some annoyingly hot-headed reaction like teeth snapping in her direction. But when Till bites around the air, her breath catches in her throat, refusing to let go of the leash or subtle challenge.
“Watch it,” she frowns. But unlike what she would have done a few months ago, Till stays in place and doesn’t take the leash from her. The collar around her neck settles back against her neck.
“So, a cowboy…on a leash?” Ivan asks.
“I lost a bet,” Till grumbles.
“Luka?”
“Duh.”
“So,” Ivan says, staring at the collar.
“So.”
“You wanna take this upstairs?” She’d been debating a more roundabout approach but Till had followed the pull so easily while getting riled up in the same stroke, an unmistakable fire lit behind her eyes.
(It still felt foreign though to solicit Till so openly, even after they’d been fucking for a few months following a night of many drinks at Till’s going away party. It was a result incurred after Ivan—in despondent desperation (due to mistaking Till’s summer vacation plans to Europe for a permanent move)—had made out with Till, which led further than planned and Till decided that hooking up with her wasn’t the worst thing ever.)
Forever annoyed about their difference in height, Till puffs her chest as her eyes narrow while she sizes her up as if she’d asked her for a boxing match and not for sex. She waits for Ivan to respond to the declaration. However, Ivan steps back into the party instead, leash slipping from her fingers as she gains speed and distance in moving away from the other. As was the case with their predisposed dynamics, Ivan knew there was a thrill in Till following, chasing her. Even if it was at Ivan’s suggestion, her own heart began racing in that mix of trepidation and fear that she knew uniquely excited her.
Her other prey friends couldn’t understand her attraction to Till or the efforts she went to get things to play into natural instincts. To them, it was something to avoid and they enjoyed the efforts their society had made to limit triggers of more primal scenarios.
“It honestly makes no sense that you’re not the fox,” Sua had told her once. “Like it’s genuinely unbelievable that you’re some helpless bunny. And insulting to other rabbits. I actually think Till is stupid.”
With a gasp, Ivan stumbles once on the steps up to the second floor knowing that movement doesn’t escape Till’s notice. She’s sure they must reek a bit of all an odd cocktail of hornyness mixed oddly with fear and Till’s case hunger as she watches other partygoers wrinkle their noses as they pass.
Finally putting her back to the other as she makes it to the staircase, Ivan races up as fast as she can. Opening the door to the first bedroom, Ivan darts in, heart rate picking up as Till’s arms wrap around her back a second later. She can feel her nails poke through her shirt.
“Got you,” Till says a bit roughly while Ivan’s mind screams at her in danger and to run. With shaking hands Ivan has to pry out of a frozen state of fear, she wraps her fingers back around the leash and yanks Till’s teeth even closer to where her pulse is jackrabbiting.
“Let me eat you out,” she stumbles out through her adrenaline-clenched jaw. She squeezes her thighs together in an equal bid of terror and arousal, knowing that Till could smell how wet she already was.
“Hm,” Till contemplates, sniffing and now kneading her toned abdomen, hands slipping in the wide gaps to clutch her chest. “You smell tasty.”
Ivan laughs. “I thought you hated the way I smelled. What was it that you always said? Prey is nothing but food…not something to fuck? And that I was like rotting cabbages? No use fucking a cabbage? You know you could get in a lot of trouble for saying that.”
“I hate you,” Till lips press into the side of her neck, teeth tickling her sensitive skin. It was a bit silly that her nature evoked such freezing as she knew that she easily overpowered the other. Till’s diet consisted of takeout, and couch surfing, not something to be actually scared of.
Regardless, Ivan waits for Till to calm down and move knowing from experience that any jerks away would just get her wrenched back and the cycle would begin anew. Although such a thing would normally be of interest to her, she was eager to get between her legs.
Ivan nods toward the bed, keeping the leash in hand as she kneels before Till after she sits on the edge of the bed, spreading her knees as she unzips Till’s jeans with her teeth. Used to the set of motions by now, Till shifts her hips up, helping Ivan drag her underwear down.
Till watches her with what looks like a mix of arousal, interest, and dictation of her base needs to keep an eye on her. Her ears are perked high, directed toward her even without the leash acting as a constant direct link. Grinning, she glances up before pressing her tongue directly to her pussy, merely laying it there to feel Till’s frustration mounting.
“Hey,” she complains, one of her legs kicking her softly. “Don’t tease, asshole.”
No longer the blushing virgin, Till doesn’t hide behind her hands but she still shuts her eyes once Ivan’s tongue finally begins to move, digging with intention into the outer layers of her cunt.
“Ivan,” she grimaces, refusing to say the words. Growing incentivized as she tasted more of Till, Ivan yanks on her leash the same second her lips frame her hooded bud before her tongue prods her with the roughness she’d come to learn Till preferred. Till’s eyes open quickly at the leash pull, staring at Ivan as she sucks on her in amusement.
Like always, Till goes red-faced and flustered quickly. Her nails scratch her head as she digs her hands into her hair. She hisses, pulsing with each time Ivan gives the leash a pull.
“Stop that,” she says, grabbing one of her longer ears and tugging it, smirking when Ivan grimaces. In response, she eagerly returns her lips back to Till’s, putting in as much of a slurping noise to her sucking and licking as she could, knowing how much it embarrasses the other. As predicted, Till tugs at her ear again with pinched fingers.
Regardless though, Till begins rocking her hips, growing a bit breathier as her legs shake and her grip even more forceful. Little whines, followed by growls spill out, making Ivan’s heart speed up as her instincts all turned toward endless chants of fleeing. She shoves a hand down at the front of her pants, rocking while the other lets go of the leash to direct Till closer into her mouth. No matter how much she licked and lapped at her, it always felt like she wasn’t getting enough, like she was being denied a meal laid before her, and only through a maddening endless struggle could she get closer.
When she finally comes, Ivan keeps her tongue as close as she can, eager to lick up anything she could get, still licking even as Till pulls her head back. With a foot pressed to her shoulder, Till finally manages to get her away.
Ivan blinks up, knowing the lower half of her face is glistening, and smiles. “I love Till’s pussy,” she says.
Till’s ears point behind her head as her eyes flash in anger. Her chest is still rising and falling and she uses the difference in the elevation to tower over her, still pressing her foot into her shoulders. Her hat is close to falling and the rest of her clothes sit disheveled.
“Do you think Luka is going to find out?” Till asks, gesturing to the bedroom they were in, what Ivan figured was a clear bid to change the topic and escape from the moment they’d just shared. “Like he’s probably going to be pretty pissed.”
“Who cares?” Ivan says, resisting begging Till for seconds as she figured it would probably get a heel to the face and she wasn’t interested in relinquishing quite yet. She finds the leash, twirling it between her fingers.
“True, fuck that guy,” Till says surprisingly. “Want to ride my face?”
Ivan looks up sharply, one of her hands is on Till’s knees but she doesn’t shrug her off. “Huh?”
“Ride my face,” she declares, lips twisting up as she fights through a bout of embarrassment. Her tail curls around her waist, a bit more poofed up than usual while her ears settle down within her short locks.
“I’ll crush you,” Ivan says, giving her an easy out. Till was a squeamish lover especially when factoring in how much Ivan wasn’t her type. She was more than familiar with the softer and shorter and absolutely nonathletic girls she desired. Furthermore she was beyond embarrassed every time Ivan went down on her. Sleeping with her wasn’t a perfect or even preferable setup the way it was for Ivan.
“You won’t,” Till says, bristling. “I’ve been working out.”
Ivan lets a laugh out, looking her over. “What, for a day?”
“Fuck you.”
“Well, I brought stuff to make that happen,” she rises to her knees, “I was thinking we could put the sacred testament of saving a horse hybrid to good use.”
“Yeah, you are going to ride me,” Till grouses, standing up as Ivan lengthened. Too endeared, Ivan loops her fingers through her belt loops, pulling her closer. She pulls Till’s hat off her head, knocking aside her cow headband and running a hand through her longer hair before placing it on her instead.
“Oh yeah?”
“You’re just going to ride my face first,” she says without flinching, puffing herself up again. She pulls up one of Ivan’s hands, dropping the leash into her open palm, frowning. “Stop underestimating me; I’m a fast learner.”
Ivan’s heart beat fast, realizing that Till thought the issue was Ivan doubting how good she’d be. As if she wouldn’t be convulsing on top of her in three seconds. Swallowing Ivan, steps back looking at the bed.
Tentatively, Ivan hovers above Till’s face. While she didn’t get embarrassed easily, she’d never quite been on another girl like this. She knew that her larger-than-average frame didn’t make for an ideal situation. Now as she looks down, she switches between arousal and apprehension as her thighs neared Till’s checks. She was surely going to crush her. Which would mean probably no railing, as the best part about Till being a little rougher around the edges meant she could fuck within an inch of her life and not something Ivan wanted to mess around with.
“Um, just like punch me if you need,” Ivan says. “If you can’t handle it.”
She’s honestly contemplating getting off when Till’s hands wrap around her thighs, slamming her down onto her open mouth. Ivan hunches over with wide eyes, her bell ringing with the sudden movement. She spills over her shoulders to waterfall down toward Till.
Weirdly, Till’s hands smooth down her legs, finding her discarded boxers around one of her legs and throwing them to the side of Luka’s room, continuing to touch her. Her tail slips around one of her ankles.
At the same time, her tongue swishes around, mapping her cunt with a warm touch. Not only was Ivan averse to the dangers of sitting on her previous partners but also she hadn’t been quite interested in them having her in such a direct and intimate manner. So she has nothing to compare the sudden sensation to, face wrinkling up as one of her hands fell to the bed frame, tugging on the leash in her hand.
Misreading the intent, Till takes the signal to thrust her tongue, bringing her hands back to Ivan’s hips. Guiding the small jerks that Ivan hadn’t even realized she was making, Till rocks her even faster. With impossibly wide eyes, Ivan squeals when Till rocks her forward enough for her clit to knock against her nose, thighs clamping down on either side of her face. With the recent growth, she was impossibly sensitive and the sensation was enough for her to start seeing eyes, breath coming out ragged as it fought against her lungs to get freed.
She expects to get thrown off, but Till instead digs her hands into her sides, sinking into her skin as she claws at her with desperation. Tugging Ivan closer, Till tries to angle herself deeper. Ivan had been expecting to guide things but instead she shakes apart, head drooping as she could feel Till physically pant into her.
Having such a technical threat near her most vulnerable area was making it hard to organize anything into a thought. Till’s larger teeth were so close to her quivering insides, and she was holding her so close to them.
Barely able to muster a warning of her name, Ivan climaxes around her tongue, whining and twitching from both her orgasm and her attempts at fleeing. Once enough of her mind returns to her, she lifts up, tail bouncing from the sudden movement as she stares down.
Till blinks up at her, face now similarly wet to how Ivan’s was. Her mouth is open wide, sucking in mouthfuls of air. When she catches sight of Ivan’s narrowed gaze she rolls her eyes, flashing a thumbs up.
“See,” she boasts, one of her hands remains clenching her hip as if still trying to keep her from fleeing in a panic. “Now where the fuck is that harness?”
Ivan nods toward a corner of the room she’d deposited her backpack in when she’d first arrived at the party. Till shoves her to the side, stalking over quickly and tugging down her jeans unceremoniously as she slips the straps over her hips, stepping in and cinching things quickly. Stumbling a few times, she curses, unbuttoning her shirt so roughly that Ivan is sure she’ll tear it. She yanks her undershirt over her head, ripping off the bandana around her neck, leaving only the collar, before locking eyes with her again.
Stopping, she stares at the new toy for a second, weighing the dildo before sliding it into place. She hums appreciatively at the flatter base, coming into direct contact with her clit. It had arrived a few days before and Ivan was beyond eager to see how it compared. “How did you match it to my exact skin color?”
“Lucky guess,” Ivan lies. Surprisingly, Till doesn’t press her, rushing back to the bed. “Damn, what girl’s got you so worked up? What did Mizi dress up again as?”
Till’s face screws up, pushing Ivan over to lie down on the bed. Neither of them tries to protect the covers or move things aside. “You came dressed to get laid.”
“And?” Ivan challenges, eager to see how she’d respond.
“So, why are you confused?” Rolling her eyes at her shocked expression, Till gets on her back, grabs the cowboy hat that had been knocked askew from earlier, and places it back on top of her head, and the leash back into her hand. “Ugh, stop looking so stupid and get back to riding.”
Ivan straddles her as it sinks in that Till was eager to sleep with her. Not any other girl that had caught her attention. It was Ivan she stared at as she lowered her down over her cock, exhaling as Ivan’s weight bore down on the toy.
Ivan grabs the hat with one of her hands for stability, undulating her hips while Till’s rougher hands slide up her stomach, gripping appreciatively at her muscles while sliding her shirt up higher. Ivan looks down at her from the shadow casted by the wide brim of the hat while the bell around her neck jingled with each thrust.
More than used to the sight of Till beneath her, Ivan is able to note the change in the new toy. Till’s usually much more expressive than her but her face is especially warm and sweating, brows pinched in determination. She shoves her heels down, meeting all of Ivan’s bouncing, tail plastered to her waist. Normally, it was Ivan who did most of the work but with her legs already shakier from earlier and still adjusting to the stretch after not having fucked Till for a few weeks, Till manages to repeatedly knock her off rhythm, causing her ears to flop with the momentum.
“Feel good?” Ivan asks anyway. “Does my pussy feel nice for Till?”
“Yeah,” Till wheezes out. “Really nice.”
Ivan’s hips shake harder as she blinks in confusion, feeling the usual interest of prodding Till ooze into pure heat as her body fizzles with pleasure so intense it plagues her sanity. Her mouth hangs open as she tries to suck in more air, completely losing track of her riding. In retaliation, she pulls on the leash.
“You need help?” Till grunts. Their eyes look over at the pretentious vanity counter Luka enjoyed raving about at the exact same moment. Ivan looks back at Till, nodding eagerly.
With a look of determination, Ivan didn’t often see in the context of herself, Till scoops her up, huffing and struggling yet managing to carry her over the few steps while jostling the toy inside of her before plopping her down on the edge of the small desk. Maybe she really had been working out Ivan reasons as her cock is lodged even deeper, stuffing as Till swipes all of Luka’s expensive cosmetics to the floor.
Ivan tries to spread her shaking legs, nearly mewling as Till yanks them apart while shoving her back on the desk, propping up her legs on either side of her torso. Gasping at the stretch, Ivan throws her arms behind her back, tugging on the leash in her hand to get Till to keep moving.
She continues to choke up on the hold, pulling harder and harder to encourage her thrusting. Till slides in close, clearly enjoying the grind of rubbing herself against the dildo’s edge while also fucking her. And thus Ivan yanks on her collar again in frustration to get her to move her hips again.
“Till,” she whines. “Fuck me.”
“I am,” Till complains but complies regardless, forearms straining against the desk as she slams in faster, tugging Ivan’s shirt to the side to shove her teeth into her neck. As expected it immediately sets off Ivan’s fight or flight, jerking as if to run because she knew that it meant Till would slam her back and hold her closer. Pulling Till close when she yanks her into place she shakes apart into an orgasm with a loud hiccuping cry. Till continues to rock in a few more times before she shudders and falls against her with a gasp.
“Wow, you should continue working out,” Ivan teases. “Soon enough you can fuck me against all the walls of Luka’s bedroom.”
“You should let me take you out,” Till says, interrupting her usual routine of easing them back from intimacy to something more light-hearted and teasing.
“Huh?” Ivan looks at her for any signs of a joke.
“You’re always treating me to pretend ones.” Ivan hadn’t realized she’d caught on to the outings she daydreamed were more romantic than they were. “So I’m going to show you a real one. Ok?”
Instead of answering, Ivan smashes their lips together, tugging Till close even as it causes them to both flinch as her hands pressed into her lower back. Seemingly energized, Till lifts her again, dropping her back into the bed.
Climbing away quickly before Till can get her bearing, Ivan bites her lower lip when Till’s hand catches her ankle, dragging her down the mattress and then pressing her hips up while her chest flattened down on the bed.
“Caught you,” she says petulantly before slamming back in, leaning over her. “I caught you, dumbass.”
Ivan’s eyes roll back, body locked in a frozen submission of what her baser instincts argued was a ploy to get Till to leave her alone. She keeps her grip firm on the leash, using all of her might to fight against her muscles and pull again.
With a grunt, Till wraps her hands in her ears, harshly tugging them back and placing her teeth into the hollow of her neck. Her tongue licks across the side of her neck.
“You—” Whatever Till’s about to say next though is cut off by the bedroom door slamming open behind them.
“What a revolting surprise,” Luka sighs. “You two are beyond sick.”
“Shut the fucking door,” Till gripes, pushing Ivan’s head down to lie beneath her.
“I’m billing you both for this,” he says with a grin in his voice, shutting the door loudly a moment later.
“We might actually have to kill him,” Ivan whispers against the sheets her cheek is pressed to. “Like seriously.”
“Agreed,” Till sighs. “We should still finish though, for Luka.”
“Right,” Ivan gasps, coming a few minutes later.
“It’s only fair,” Till reasons while grinding into her before collapsing.
Ivan can only smile to herself as Luka stares at them with a level of hatred she hadn't thought someone as passive aggressive as him could manage when they finally pull away from one another long enough to vacate his reeking bedroom.