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Ayabe didn’t like to admit it, but when it came to fluffy things, she lost all self control. There was something about the feeling of sinking her fingers into a soft blanket, hugging one of her secret plushies, burying her face in the fur of a kitten; anything soft made her brain calm down. She spent so much of her days worrying - always one race away from her legs giving out, one loss away from failing her sister again - that the satisfaction of a quiet mind filled her with bliss. Soft things grounded her in a different way than her other comforts. Camping and stargazing were good. They gave her time to reflect, to get away from the pressures of life at Tracen. Being in the wilderness gave her a much needed sense of tranquility that nothing else could give her, but when she got her hands on something fluffy it made her feel warm.
So it was that when her roommate, all soft curves and silky hair, slipped into her bed, nothing would hold her back.
…
“Ayabe~” Curren cooed, crossing the dimly lit dorm room with a devious smile on her face.
“I’m not doing it,” Ayabe deadpanned, not bothering to look up from the textbook she was taking notes on.
Curren pouted, crossing her arms and puffing her cheeks, ”Aw~ But you don’t even know what I wanted!”
Ayabe remained focused on her notes, but her hand had stopped writing. “I’m busy studying, I don’t have time to help you with an Umastagram post.”
Curren whined, and Ayabe’s sensitive ears could hear the soft padding of her feet sneaking up on her.
“I can hear you creeping up on me.”
The mare sighed dramatically, “You’re no fun Ayabe… What if I promise that it has nothing to do with social media at all?”
Rolling her eyes, Ayabe started to respond, but before she could, a pair of hands hidden in white sweater sleeves wrapped themselves around her shoulders. Ayabe’s pencil dropped to the desk.
“What if the only attention I want tonight is yours,” Curren whispered, pulling her roommate close enough to speak right into her long, beautiful ears, “Ay~ ya~ be~”
Ayabe swallowed, her breaths quickening as she felt the swell of Curren’s chest pressing against the back of her neck. This part of their relationship was relatively new, Curren’s quiet support slowly blooming into something more. Ayabe had been at her lowest and she hadn’t even known it. She was pulling away from her friends, running every race with the subconscious hope that it would be her last. Curren hadn’t been the one to pull her out of that downward spiral, but she had been the one who refused to let her go down alone. It happened one night on a camping trip. Curren had invited herself along, and Ayabe had given up on trying to make the other girl leave her alone.
They had been stargazing for a while, Ayabe pointing out the star she got her name from and Curren listening quietly. At some point, Curren had gone from sitting across the fire to cuddling up with her in a camping chair that was far too small for both of them. Some excuse about preserving body heat was given, but it didn’t matter. Not when Curren rested her head on her shoulder and told her that the stars were pretty, but Ayabe outshone all of them. They shared their first kiss under blue starlight.
Ayabe leaned back, reluctantly giving in to Curren’s embrace. Curren pressed a gentle kiss on the crown of Ayabe’s head, right between her ears. She nuzzled against the stallion’s brunette mane, holding her temptingly close. Ayabe felt her willpower draining away as she tilted her head back to look up at Curren. Her girlfriend’s hair, so grey it was nearly white framed her face perfectly. Curren smiled down at her adoringly, bringing one hand up to caress her cheek.
“Can’t you study another night?”
“Mm, the exam is tomorrow though. I really have to-“ Ayabe’s excuses didn’t even make sense to herself.
“Good girl Ayabe! I knew you would do the right thing,” Curren said smugly, removing her arms from around her girlfriend’s shoulders and going across the room to stand near one of the beds. She clasped her hands behind her back and waited, smiling cutely.
Ayabe sighed, smiling softly despite her earlier protest. Curren tried to maintain her composure, but the slight bounce in her step gave away that she was looking forward to this just as much as Ayabe. Curren did a little spin when Ayabe finally looked at her, black skirt flaring. She brushed a strand of white hair out of her face as Ayabe approached. A slight flush colored her cheeks. Curren wrapped her arms around Ayabe’s neck, pulling the slightly taller girl down to her level as she planted a chaste kiss on her lips. Curren sighed happily into the kiss as she felt Ayabe’s hands find their place around her waist. Ayabe chased the kiss, holding her closer and deepening it with each passing second. Curren giggled when the pair came up for air. She pushed Ayabe down onto the bed, pausing a moment to unbutton her skirt, letting it fall to the floor before crawling on top of her. Ayabe kissed her deeply, settling Curren more firmly in her lap, black lace pressed against her blue pajama shorts. Curren groaned, slowly kissing the girl beneath her in drawn out motions, working her lips like it was art.
Ayabe hugged Curren, her hands gliding over her back as they made out. Curren’s body was soft, her powerful muscles hidden under a layer of plush skin that Ayabe’s fingers dug into with increasingly needy frequency. The slight chub to her tummy and thighs gave her the kind of cuteness that drove Ayabe crazy. The slow push and pull of making out gradually grew in intensity. Ayabe’s breath hitched as Curren began moving her hips in time with the kissing. She could feel the growing heat between Curren’s legs through her own shorts. Ayabe broke the kiss long enough to gasp down some air, a string of saliva trailing between them. Curren gasped as Ayabe pushed her hips up against her, feeling the slowly growing bulge in the stallion’s shorts grinding against her heat through the cloth. Their movements were slow and deliberate, a wave of warmth that washed over both of them.
Curren cupped Ayabe’s face, staring directly into her beautiful violet eyes as she dragged her hips across her hidden length. Curren delighted in the way Ayabe’s lip trembled as she did so, her face flushed and needy. Ayabe bucked, her self control melting away with every passing second. The sudden movement earned her a satisfied gasp from Curren, who returned the favor by peppering her face with kisses.
“You are the cutest girl in the whole world,” Curren said between fleeting kisses, squeezing the brunette’s cheeks as she was suddenly overwhelmed by how cute Ayabe was.
“I thought that was you?”
Curren shook her head vehemently, fluffy white hair whipping dramatically. “No way! Tonight it’s gotta be you! The prettiest girl ever and you’re just~ for~ me~”
Ayabe flushed at her words. Their movements had only swelled in intensity, each thrust drawing unseemly sounds from both of them. Ayabe’s hands slid up Curren’s thighs to the curve of her ass, cupping her gently. She used her grip to bring them together with more pressure, fingers slipping under the edges of the lace panties. She curled the soft hairs of Curren’s tail around the fingers of her free hand, applying just the slightest amount of pressure as she guided her in her grinding. Just as it seemed that the mounting exertion was too much to hold back, Curren pulled away slightly, sitting up on her knees to straddle Ayabe without fully touching her.
Ayabe didn’t have time to mourn the loss of contact for long, as Curren began running her hands through her sleek hair.
“Ayabe I have a surprise for you,” Curren murmured, taking hold of the other girl's hand.
She guided it away from its place on her rear to the inside of her thigh, and then up her leg until her hand cupped her sex. She closed her eyes as Ayabe took the hint and slipped her hand under the waistband. Her fingers carded through Curren’s well manicured bush, the shock of dark curls matching the tufts of winter fur on her ears. Ayabe’s eyes widened.
“Like it?” She cooed, “I got a new kind of conditioner so I would be extra fluffy.”
Ayabe stroked her bush reverently. Curren was always well groomed, but whatever new product she had used turned her hair unbelievably soft. She was so thoroughly soaked from their previous activities, and Ayabe took great pleasure in spreading her slick through her downy bush. Curren sighed, biting her lip and rocking her hips into Ayabe’s hand. The warmth at her fingertips was overwhelming her with the need to be closer. Suddenly, as if sensing the desire welling within her, Curren leaned to the side and laid back, propping herself up on Ayabe’s pillows. She gestured for Ayabe to follow and she did, eager to reclaim her place between her legs.
Ayabe hugged Curren’s torso, face pressed against the soft fabric of her sweater. Curren ran her hands through her hair, admiring the way her girlfriend nuzzled against her tummy with each gentle stroke. When Ayabe lifted her sweater just enough to leave a kiss just below her navel and before pausing to look up for approval, Curren couldn’t take her shining cuteness anymore. She hugged Ayabe tightly, squealing and kicking her feet.
“You are so stupid cute Ayabe it’s not fair~”
Ayabe’s face lit up bright red and she hid her face in Curren’s sweater. She mumbled a reply, but it was too muffled by the fabric to make out.
“What was that?”
Ayabe lifted her head, sheepish. “I said you’re the one who’s cute.”
Curren tilted her head, “Well yeah, but you’re a different kind of cute. I see myself all the time but you’re special to me. A kind of cute I don’t have to share with anybody.”
Ayabe’s body reacted before she could formulate a response. She leaned forward and kissed her hard. Curren cupped her face once again and pressed their foreheads together.
“I love you Ayabe.” Curren said, voice low and sincere.
Ayabe kissed her again.
“I- I love you too…” Ayabe whispered, the words unfamiliar on her lips but true nonetheless.
Curren kissed her forehead with an exaggerated “Mwwwwwah!” before gently pushing Ayabe back down.
“Don’t make me wait anymore Ayabeeeee~”
She let Curren guide her back between her legs, where she buried her face in wet lace, breathing her sweet musk in. She hooked her fingers around the waistband and pulled it down reverently, mesmerized by the familiar sight beneath the cloth. Curren bent her legs to help discard the garment before wrapping them around Ayabe, drawing her closer to her core. The dark haired girl took a moment to process, her cheek pressed against her mound with Curren’s plush thighs wrapped around her head. She kissed Curren where she needed, earning her ears a low groan from the mare.
Ayabe adjusted, bringing her hands to the other girl’s hips to steady her as she kissed her slit again, swiping her tongue along it. The taste was divine, tangy with a light earthy musk that Ayabe couldn’t get enough of. Curren mewled above her, dragging her hips along her tongue as she held a death grip on the sheets. Ayabe pressed her tongue flat, spreading her lips and tasting Curren as deeply as she could. The mare gasped as she bobbed her head, lapping at her pussy until she was forced to catch her breath. The sensation filled Ayabe with the warm comfort she usually associated with the finest blankets. She felt safe, wanted, and for once it didn’t feel like one wrong move meant falling right back to that dark place she had worked so hard to crawl out of. Curren made her feel like everything was going to be okay more than any comfort blanket or plushie ever could, and she wanted to reward that.
Ayabe teased her entrance, each adoring lick getting closer to the place Curren needed her most. The silver haired girl covered her mouth with the back of her hand, not wanting Fuji to ask her about the noises coming from the dorm again. She could only play it off so many times before the dorm mother would get suspicious. She had her work cut out for her when it came to stifling her voice though, as Ayabe worked her over diligently. She clenched her eyes shut as a shudder wracked her body in response to the other girl diving deeper into her. Curren could tell that she was getting close, but she didn’t want it to end this way.
Abruptly, Curren released her grip on Ayabe’s head and pulled her up to eye level where she kissed her as hard as she could. She could taste herself on her girlfriend’s tongue. It was delicious. Curren’s hands roamed her girlfriend’s body, slipping underneath the thin pajama shirt Ayabe wore and scratching at her back. She needed her so bad Curren thought she might explode. As they made out, one of Curren’s hands crept lower, finally ghosting over the outline of the stallion’s neglected bulge.
“Take your clothes off. Now.” Curren wasn't asking anymore, she knew what she wanted and she knew Ayabe wanted the same.
She leaned back and watched as Ayabe stripped, admiring her lean frame and soft breasts. Curren bit her lip as the thoroughly soaked shorts pooled around Ayabe’s ankles. She reached out and grabbed Ayabe’s hands, pulling her back on top of her, face to face. Curren smiled boldly at her as she trapped her flush against her with her legs.
“I have one more gift for you,” Curren said, still holding the other girl’s hand.
Wordlessly, she guided them upwards this time, bringing her palms along the sides of her head, brushing them against her silver hair. She continued, bringing Ayabe further up, settling them at the base of her ears. They twitched slightly at the touch as Curren encouraged Ayabe to run her fingers along the shell of her ears. Ayabe was mesmerized by the tufts of black fur she found there, fluffier than ever due to their thick winter coat. She had always wanted to feel them, but had worried that Curren might find the request off putting. Curren stared into her eyes, slowly letting go of her hands. It was an incredibly intimate sign of the trust she had in Ayabe, leaving her sensitive ears unguarded.
“Ayabe…” Curren said, getting the other girl’s attention, “I know how much soft things mean to you and…”
Curren seemed to take a second to compose herself before continuing, “I want you to touch my ears while you fuck me.”
The shockingly debauched words coming from Curren’s mouth shocked Ayabe, but any surprise she felt was immediately overpowered by the sheer desire that coursed through her veins. Her thumbs traced the tufts of fur adoringly as she felt Curren’s hand guiding her inside. Curren was as soft inside as she was on the outside, and the sensation of feeling her girlfriend’s softest spots at the same time was like a flashbang going off in her brain. Ayabe’s eyes screwed shut as she sank into Curren, her warmth tearing a moan from her throat. Beneath her, Curren fared no better. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she moved her hips along to the motion of Ayabe’s slow, intimate thrusts. The taller girl’s grip on her ears grew bolder as she increased her pace slightly, not enough to get rough with her but fast enough to bring them both ever closer to a gasping climax.
Neither girl had much left to give after the steadily building fire they’d built for each other got them going. It wasn’t long until their composure was lost in clumsy movement and blissful whines. Every thrust left Curren gasping for breath, Ayabe’s length reaching far deeper than her tongue ever could. She could feel herself rapidly building back up to a near climax and if she was reading Ayabe’s heavy breathing correctly, she wasn’t far off either.
“C-Curren…”
The silver haired girl wrapped her legs around Ayabe, “Don’t… ha. Don’t you dare stop,” she said between gasps.
Ayabe was barely holding herself together and those words were like a knockout blow to her diminished self control. She chased her pleasure, driving Curren right to the edge along with her. Curren clung to her, legs shaking as the other girl shoved her over the ledge. Her back arched, legs locking Ayabe in place as she trembled. She dug her nails into Ayabe’s shoulders as she came, Ayabe’s pace slowing to a crawl before hilting herself deep inside of the other girl. Each grasped at the other as their shared release rocked them, waves of bliss and warmth washing over the couple as they came down.
Ayabe nuzzled into the crook of Curren’s neck, seeking the fading warmth in the lingering heat of her pulse point. Curren ran her hands across her girlfriend’s back, nails tracing soothing patterns into her skin as they held each other, panting. When the pair had cooled down enough to regain most of their senses, Curren brushed the long brown hair out of Ayabe’s face, sweat having plastered a few strands out of place.
“I mean it y'know. I love you Ayabe,” Her voice was low, lacking the exaggerated persona she spoke with in her daily life. This was pure Curren cuteness in its most distilled form, and it existed only for her.
Ayabe kissed her, a quick peck on her lips, but she hoped it got her point across. She loved her too. Curren continued petting her, gazing up at her lovingly.
“Wanna get washed up? I wanna cuddle more before we fall asleep,” Curren asked.
Ayabe nodded, slowly pulling out. Curren sighed happily at the movement, stretching her back with one arm above her head as soon as she was free of Ayabe’s grasp. Ayabe stared at the state of her bed, sheets stained with sweat and their combined fluids, despair at the thought of the laundry she’d have to do tomorrow only slightly clouding the afterglow that she had been swept up in.
…
The two girls cuddled under the blankets in Curren’s bed, freshly showered and in clean bedding. The sounds of their quiet snoring were the only sounds that filled the dorm room, tranquil white noise that embodied the comfort found within the dormitory.