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Oguri Cap is lying on the couch half-watching race coverage with her head in Tamamo Cross’s lap. There’s something that’s been on her mind since she’d met Tamamo’s family in Osaka.
“None of your siblings really look like you, do they?” Oguri says.
Tamamo doesn’t answer right away. “My mom had a lotta kids from different sires - a couple humans, a couple studs. My dad was a human, so that’s… why I get sick a lot.”
“I don’t know who or what my sire was, I never met them.” Oguri frowns. “I get the sense that my mom wanted a kid more than she wanted a relationship.”
“What about you? I mean, obviously ya wanted a relationship, ‘cause you’re dating me, but…”
“I mean, it’s weird. I was never interested in sex or dating until I met you, but once I started thinking about it as something that applied to me, that I liked doing, I realized that there’s a lot of people I could be happy with.”
Tamamo shrugs, the motion shifting Oguri’s head. “That’s not that weird. One’a my aunts lives in a house with four other mares and their kids. They’ll invite a stud over if they wanna grow their family, but I think they’re good for a while.”
“Huh.” Oguri thinks about her unresolved feelings for a certain someone and twists in Tamamo’s lap to have this conversation right-side-up. “So, you wouldn’t get jealous, if I started dating someone else at the same time?”
“Y’re livin’ in my apartment, aintcha?” Tamamo laughs. “What I mean is, all that matters ta me is that you both get STD panels. And don’t get anyone pregnant.”
Oguri mulls over the idea of having kids. She got along well with Tamamo’s younger siblings, so that has to count for something. “I mean, maybe one day I’d like to… but not right now! I don’t think any of us are ready, yet.”
Tamamo tilts her head. “Somethin’ makes me think ya got someone in mind.”
“I want to do something nice for Belno. I’m going to miss her a lot when she leaves this summer, and she’s always stuck by me, even at her own expense.” Oguri worries her lip with her teeth. “I want to get to know who she is when she’s not being my trainer.”
“I had a feelin’ you were thinkin’ of her.” Tamamo leans forward and brushes a loose strand of hair behind Oguri’s shoulder. “She’ll be hyped.”
The next day, Oguri meets Belno at Tracen while she’s on her lunch break. They decide to go to the all-you-can-eat cafeteria. It’s the first time Oguri has had to pay for a meal here, instead of it being factored into her tuition scholarship.
“Three thousand yen?” Oguri looks at the till with wide eyes, but hands over the cash. “Belno, is this normal?”
“Yes, for non-students. Racing umas eat a lot, after all, so the cafeteria has to make their money back, somehow.”
Oguri looks down at her plate. It’s a normal amount of food for her these days, but still a far cry from the average serving. She would’ve grabbed more if she knew how expensive it would be.
Belno leads Oguri to one of the tables by the windows that overlook the courtyard. They eat in silence for a few moments, neither one of them yet willing to broach the topic of this meeting. Oguri pushes a piece of carrot around with her chopsticks.
“So.” Belno says. “You have news?”
“I do,” Oguri replies. “I talked to Tama, and she’s okay with it.”
“Oh, that’s a relief. And is she -” Belno makes a gesture with her hands that Oguri doesn’t quite get. “Does she want to be involved?”
Oguri seesaws her hand. “I don’t think so. She’s, um, not into mares.”
“I see. That doesn’t stop her from spending time with both of us, does it? She is your girlfriend, after all. I would feel awful if I was stealing you away from her.”
“I think you should talk to her yourself. If you’re not busy, you’re invited for dinner at our apartment after work.” Oguri texts Belno the address. “It’s not too far from here.”
“I’ll be there,” Belno affirms. “Hopefully, no later than six.”
On her way home from lunch, Oguri forwards a recipe to Tamamo, tells her to expect company tonight, and picks up a few ingredients from the grocery store. About half an hour before Tamamo is supposed to be home from work, Oguri preps the easier parts of the meal by chopping the potatoes, daikon, garlic, and scallions, then boiling the potatoes and daikon in their own pots on the stove. There are a few minutes left on the timer when Oguri hears the latch click.
“Hey, Oguri,” Tamamo says, toeing off her shoes and hanging her jacket on the coat rack. She approaches the stove, makes a noise of approval, and greets Oguri with a chaste kiss. “Ya heard from Belno, yet? I wanna make sure it’s hot ‘n ready when she gets here.”
“Let me check,” Oguri replies, pulling her phone out. “Oh, it seems like she’s just wrapping up. One of her students came to ask a question while she was writing, so she’s running a little behind schedule.”
“D’you know her ETA?”
“She says, ‘Ten minutes if I jog.’” Oguri is about to tell Belno that there’s no need to rush, but the timer beeps and Tamamo hip checks her away from the stove.
“Then I guess we’d better hustle, too!” Tamamo drains the potatoes and daikon. “Oguri, can you make the wine sauce while I fry the garlic?”
“On it!” The two of them work in tandem in the small kitchen, Oguri picking up odds and ends of the recipe while Tamamo focuses on not burning the garlic and getting a perfect sear on the daikon. Oguri is in the middle of mashing the potatoes when their apartment’s buzzer rings. She leans over and presses the button on the wall that unlocks the stairwell, sets the potato masher down, and goes to wait for Belno at the door, tail flicking.
Belno doesn’t even have to knock - Oguri can hear her footsteps on the stairs. She lets the door swing wide open and picks Belno up in a tight hug, spinning around once before setting her back down.
“I missed you, too, Oguri-chan,” Belno says a little breathlessly. She sniffs the air as she takes off her coat and hat. “It smells delicious in here. Tamamo-san, as always, you’re an excellent cook.”
“It was Oguri’s idea, I’m just executin’ on it.” Tamamo shrugs. She chucks a pat of butter into the pot with the potatoes. “So. Ya said yes, huh?”
“I suppose we both did. I just have some last questions, to make sure we’re all on the same page.”
“Go ahead ‘n shoot.” Tamamo gets some glasses down out of the cupboard and pours herself some of the wine that was used in the reduction glaze. “Can I get ya somethin’ t’drink, by-the-by?”
“Wine is perfect.” Tamamo pours Belno a glass and passes it over the kitchen island. Oguri grabs herself a bottle of muscat shouchuu from the fridge. Belno swirls the glass, takes a sip, and nods in approval. “Oguri-chan told me that you’re gay. I don’t know how to say this delicately, but she’s the person I care about more, so it doesn’t really matter to me if you’re attracted to me or not.”
Tamamo snorts. “I mean, we barely know each other. Not that gettin' t'know ya would change my sexuality, but it’s not like I'm allergic to mares. We can be friends. It’d be weird if we were fuckin’ the same girl and we weren’t on good terms.”
Belno raises her eyebrows and mumbles into her drink, “You’ve always been so forward, Tama-chan.”
“Well, that’s what you’re after, right?”
“Yes, in part, but I love Oguri-chan, too. I just want her to be happy.”
“What about your happiness?” Tamamo turns back to the stove and makes three plates: daikon steaks placed on a bed of mashed potatoes, sprinkled with garlic chips, scallion ribbons, and shichimi, with the last of the red wine sauce drizzled on top. Oguri ferries the plates to the low table in the den, where she and Tamamo sit across from Belno.
“Itadakimasu,” Belno says. She takes a bite of daikon and makes a delighted sound. “I’m working on it. I think going to America for this internship will be good for me - it will force me out of my comfort zone. I want to see more of the world, but I know that Oguri-chan has her own life to live. I couldn’t ask her to drop everything and follow me everywhere, and I know that you both are deeply attached to your family, Tamamo-san, and our hometown, Oguri. I just…want to be a part of Oguri’s life whenever I’m back in Tokyo.”
Oguri nods. “That’s true. I don’t think I’d do very well overseas, to be honest.”
“Gotcha.” Tamamo swirls her glass of wine. “And… you seemed to agree with Rudolf, back at Oguri’s retirement party. What’s that all about?”
Belno laughs awkwardly. “Oh, that? I don’t…I think the legacy thing is kind of B.S. There’s no guarantee that your child will be a racer, let alone a prize winner. But I do want to be a mother, maybe in a decade when my career slows down, and I’d like to share that with Oguri, if she wants to.”
“Belno…” Oguri takes a swig of her shouchuu and mumbles, “That could be nice.”
“By then I should have enough saved up to absolutely spoil the brat.” Tamamo grins toothily. “I assume you’re on the pill now, though?”
“Yes. I don’t know a modern mare who isn’t. The summer cycle is just so inconvenient, and it helps prevent accidents.”
That was the last major hurdle in Oguri’s mind, but if Belno isn’t risking anything, then - “Does that mean you’ll let me fuck you?”
Belno turns bright pink and looks away, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “I suppose, but I had something else in mind for tonight.”
Tamamo laughs. “Oh, this’ll be good. Wha’ does Miss Belno Light get off to when she thinks of my darling Oguri Cap?”
“I, um, wanted to watch you two, so I can learn what Oguri-chan likes.”
“That might be more tellin’ of my tendencies than of hers.” Tamamo grimaces and rubs the back of her neck.
“I do like what Tama does, though!” Oguri clarifies. She chomps down on a piece of daikon as emphasis.
Belno leans forward with her chin on her hands and blinks slowly. “What does Tamamo like?”
“She likes when I'm all sweaty after a run, and when i’m out of town, she-”
Tamamo puts her hand over Oguri’s mouth, color rising in her cheeks. “Hey, now, ain’t we sposta be talkin’ about what you like?”
Oguri brushes Tamamo’s hand away. “I’m still learning. I just know that I like having sex with Tama, because she makes me feel like I’m hot just being myself.”
Belno presses her lips together, but her mouth is turned up at the corners. “Kinks aside…I was more thinking of if there’s a position you prefer, or a way you like to be touched. Maybe I should have asked how you masturbate, instead…”
Oguri blinks owlishly. “…I just rub one out until I come?”
Belno stifles a laugh and holds her glass out to Tamamo for a refill.
Tamamo obliges her with a warm grin. “Oguri is really easy to please. You’ve been to an onsen with her, right?”
“Yes, but I haven't looked that closely, no matter how much I wanted to. That’s rude!”
“I was gonna say, her answer would make more sense if you’d seen how big she is.”
Oguri huffs. “Yeah, I’ve put on weight, but I don't get what that has to do with jacking off-”
“Your clit, babe. I was talking about your clit.”
“Really?” Oguri has to stop herself from patting her crotch to check. “I didn’t think it was anything special.”
Tamamo rubs her mouth in dismay, muttering to herself, “Da hell. My girlfriend’s fuckin’ hung and she doesn’t even know it.”
Belno’s eyebrows climb up even higher, until they’re hidden beneath her bangs. Oguri can’t tell if the flush on her face is from the alcohol or the embarrassment. She looks at her second glass, barely drunk. “I think the wine is going to my head.”
“Nah, ya haven’t had nearly enough for that,” Tamamo grins. “‘Less you’re more’f a lightweight than I thought. Why don’t we all chow down so Oguri can get ta showin’ off for ya?”
Belno cleans her plate faster than Oguri has ever seen her eat, giving even Oguri a run for her money. All Tamamo can do is laugh as she eats at a far more sedate pace.
“May I use your bathroom to freshen up?” Belno asks.
“Ya can, but we don’t mind if you don’t.”
“What?”
“I said what I said. Linen closet’s behind the door.”
“Um, thanks.” Belno grabs something from her bag and vanishes into the bathroom. Oguri hears the shower head turn on a few moments later.
While Belno showers, Oguri and Tamamo clear the dishes and finish their beverages. Oguri had chosen the shouchuu for tonight based on the effect it had on her back in Osaka, and she can already sense it shimmering through her nerves as she watches Tamamo wash the dishes. The ropy muscle of Tamamo’s forearms glistens under the sink water. Oguri wraps her arms around Tamamo from behind, sliding a hand up under Tamamo’s shirt.
“Hey there, slugger,” Tamamo chuckles. “We should probably wait for Belno before ya start gropin’ me.”
“Why?” Oguri gently flicks Tamamo’s nipple. “She’ll be out soon enough.”
Tamamo inhales sharply. “Well, I guess it don’t hurt to fool around a little.”
Oguri licks Tamamo’s neck. Her left hand fondles Tamamo’s breasts, while her right finds its way into her pants. Tamamo reaches back and knots her fingers in Oguri’s hair.
The water shuts off. Oguri looks over her shoulder to see Belno stepping out in a plush white bathrobe, her pantsuit hung up on a hanger without a wrinkle. Belno repacks her bag, putting the hanger on the front door’s handle, and approaches them.
“Would you both care to join me in the bedroom?” Belno asks. “It seems a lot more comfortable than bending over the kitchen counter.”
Tamamo laughs breathlessly. “That’s the plan, someone’s just a little eager.”
Oguri slowly takes her hands off of Tamamo and steps back. “Sorry. Did you want us to freshen up, too?”
“I showered at work,” Tamamo asserts.
“That’s okay,” Belno giggles. Her eyes trace Oguri’s body. “We should probably move things along, no?”
Belno enters the bedroom with Tamamo and Oguri close behind and sits off to the side of the futon. Tamamo lies against the pillow and beckons Oguri to sit in her lap.
“I think you should do the honors of undressin’ her. Not that I don't love doin’ it, but you’ve waited long enough.”
“O-of course!” Belno approaches Oguri from the front. Oguri smiles at her, encouraging, and Belno leans in close to kiss her. There’s the faintest hint of strawberry on her lips and mint on her tongue.
Belno only breaks the kiss to lift Oguri’s shirt and sports bra over her head, keeping their lips locked until Oguri feels lightheaded. Then, she pulls away to look at Oguri’s bare chest.
“May I…?” Belno cautiously reaches out her hand.
Oguri nods. “I want you to touch me, Belno. Anywhere you like.”
Belno bites her lip and takes Oguri’s breasts in both hands, while Tamamo wraps her arms around Oguri’s stomach and kisses her shoulder. Belno’s touch is incredibly warm, and Oguri can feel herself getting hard from all the attention.
Eventually, Belno refocuses her gaze lower and tugs at the front of Oguri’s sweatpants. Oguri lifts her hips obligingly, and is left in just her boxers. Before removing the final piece, Belno presses her palm to the heat of Oguri’s cunt. She licks her lips, then, slowly, slides off Oguri’s boxers, too.
“Oh, my…” Belno’s eyes widen. She swallows and reaches a tentative hand towards Oguri, tracing her fingers feather-light over Oguri’s clit, which twitches under her touch. “Oguri-chan, you’re gorgeous.”
Oguri regards Belno with half-lidded eyes. “Belno… Tama… I need one of you to touch me.”
Tamamo skirts her hand down and rolls Oguri’s clit slowly between her thumb and forefinger, keeping her hot and needy without bringing her close. “Whaddya say, Belno? Ya can sit back and watch while I get her off, or you can join in.”
“I, um, sorry. I’m feeling the pressure, you know. I’ve imagined this so many times, but now that you’re right here in front of me, I can’t decide what I want to do more.”
“I want you to feel good too, Belno,” Oguri says, struggling to keep her voice even. “But I’m sure whatever you’re thinking of will be fun.”
“At first, I wasn’t sure how tonight would go, but just to be safe, I put in my diaphragm for extra protection. That’s why I was taking a little longer in the bathroom.” Belno nods to herself, seemingly coming to a decision. “So, Oguri-chan, how would you like it if I sat on your lap?”
“Yes.” Oguri reaches out and clasps Belno’s hand. “Yes, I’d like that a lot.”
Tamamo nips Oguri’s shoulder and disentangles herself, standing up. “Then I’ll just sit next t’ya. If youse don’t mind me watchin’.”
“Why would that bother me? And can you get us some more pillows while you’re up, Tama-chan?”
Tamamo throws a thumbs-up and starts digging through the linen closet. Oguri refocuses on Belno, who has undone the tie on her bathrobe and let it fall loose around her shoulders. Underneath, she wears a satiny red-and-white-striped bra and a pair of slightly-different-red briefs with a little bow on the waistband. Oguri doesn’t know much about fashion, but it seems like these are pieces Belno already owns and wears often, instead of a lacy getup meant to look as sexy as possible.
Belno drops the robe behind herself and approaches Oguri on her knees, straddling her lap but not yet sitting down. Oguri reaches around her back and fumbles with the clasp.
“Do you want me to do it, Oguri-chan?” Belno asks.
“N-no, I think I almost -” The clasp pops open. Oguri grins triumphantly. “Got it!”
Belno shrugs the straps off of her shoulders and tosses her bra on top of her discarded robe before settling her hands on Oguri’s shoulders. Oguri skims her hands from Belno’s back to her breasts and takes a moment to appreciate the differences between her two girlfriends. Belno’s breasts are dense and round: Tamamo’s are soft and angular. Belno’s areolae are large, circular, and a lovely dark brown: Tamamo’s are small, ovoid, and bright pink. Though, Oguri considers, as she pinches and rolls Belno’s nipples between her fingers, it elicits a similar physical reaction.
Further down, Oguri can see a dark patch on the front of Belno’s underwear. She slips her hand in and is met with damp heat. Belno’s breathing becomes more labored, but she doesn’t start grinding on Oguri’s hand like Tamamo would have. Instead, she lets go of Oguri and starts trying to take her underwear off one-handed.
“Oguri-chan,” Belno chides. “While I am enjoying this, I have been remarkably patient. You can touch me all you like once I’m in your lap.”
“Can I taste you?” Oguri steadies Belno as she steps out of her underwear, and her bush of neatly-trimmed brown hair is right in front of Oguri’s face. The scent wafts on the air, and Oguri licks her lips.
“Be quick,” Belno directs. “I want to orgasm while I’m on top of you.”
Using her fingers, Oguri gathers a few drops of wetness from Belno’s pussy and darts her tongue out to taste it.
“Huh. You’re a little sour, but I think I like it. Me and Tama always have a hint of bitterness, but I can’t taste any from you.”
“Sperm is bitter, Oguri.”
“Huh.” Oguri blinks, processing this information.
Tamamo finally returns from her pillow hunt with two of the pyramidal cushions from the low table, which she places side-by-side on top of the futon and covers with a blanket. She’s also stripped naked in the time it took to undress Belno, and Oguri finds herself face-to-bush with her other girlfriend’s pussy.
“Thanks, Tama,” Oguri mumbles, looking towards Belno with heat rising in her cheeks. She settles back on one of the cushions with her legs slightly open and beckons Belno forwards. Tamamo lies back against the cushion on Oguri’s right and leans her head against Oguri’s shoulder.
Belno climbs into Oguri’s lap, tail flicking and a blush riding high on her cheeks. She takes a deep breath before lowering herself onto Oguri’s clit, steadying herself with a firm grip on Oguri’s shoulders. Oguri places her hands on Belno’s hips and slowly grinds up against her, letting her get used to the sensation. Belno’s eyes flutter and she moans quietly.
As yet another point of comparison, Oguri doesn’t feel any “skipping” sensation like when she fucks Tamamo and their clits catch on each other. Belno glides smoothly over Oguri, resulting in a steady climb rather than leaps and starts.
Belno’s eyes flick towards Tamamo, then she sets her jaw and picks up the pace. The sound of her thighs smacking against Oguri’s joins the slow and repetitive schlick of Tamamo’s fingers sliding in and out of her own pussy, both noises filling the humid air in the small room. Belno’s nails dig into Oguri’s shoulders and every time Oguri’s name passes her lips, it sounds like a melody Oguri wants to learn by heart.
Oguri can’t decide what she wants to focus on more - the blissful expression on Belno’s face, the rhythmic bounce of her breasts, the small pouch of her stomach that shivers with every breath, or the vibrant pink of her clit as it peeks through her labia on each thrust forwards. A few minutes later, when Belno cums, it seems to surprise her as much as it does Oguri. She covers her mouth and trembles through it, then leans forward and kisses Oguri by shoving her tongue in her mouth first.
“I can keep going,” Belno pants. She rests her forehead on Oguri’s breastbone. “I want to feel it when I get you off.”
“Ya got guts, Belno Light,” Tamamo laughs breathlessly. She frees her left arm and awkwardly reaches backwards to pull Oguri into a kiss. “By the way, Oguri, y-ya look pretty as hell when you’re bein’ fucked.”
“She does,” Belno agrees. “I have to admit, I can see the appeal of your fetish, Tamamo. Oguri smells very good right now.”
“W-what?” Oguri says.
“Whaddahell are ya sayin’?” Tamamo echoes. “I mean, yeah, she does, but that makes ya the second person I’ve accidentally - um. Guess I shouldn’t look a gift goat in the mouth.”
“I don’t know if I’d go as far as to, ah, sniff her dirty laundry,” Belno smiles wryly at Tamamo. “But I can’t deny that smelling the both of you is turning me on.”
“Belno,” Oguri says in a low voice. She’s been enjoying their evening, but maybe she overdid it on the shouchuu, because instead of riding peaks and valleys of sensation, every point of contact on her body has just been absorbed into a fuzzy cloud of pleasure. It’s embarrassing, but it must be said. “I… I think I’m too drunk to cum. Everything just feels kind of the same level of good.”
Belno’s eyebrows pinch in concern and she freezes. “Do you want to stop?”
“No, I want to keep going! But I want to give you what you want, and I don’t know if I can.”
“Well, have you tried squeezing your pussy in sync with our rhythm? That usually does the trick for me if I’m stuck in a rut.”
“I don’t know how to do that,” Oguri mumbles.
“‘Scuse me,” Tamamo says. She stops touching herself to turn towards Oguri, reaching between Oguri’s legs to press on her entrance, and Oguri instinctually clenches. “Just do that, but on purpose.”
“Got it,” Oguri says. Just like learning a new running form, she slots this technique easily into her mental portfolio of how to be good at sex.
“That was fast,” Tamamo quips.
“She’s a quick study.” Belno grins. “Are you ready, Oguri-chan?”
Oguri nods. Belno starts rocking her hips against Oguri’s clit again, and as Oguri rises to meet her, she tries squeezing her muscles in time with their movements. It takes a few attempts to figure out the best time to tense up and release, but once she figures it out -
“Oh, fuck,” Oguri breathes. “That’s what I was missing.”
“Good, y-you’re such a good girl, Oguri-chan,” Belno croons. She picks up the pace, and based on the sounds to Oguri’s right, Tamamo does, too. “Are you close? Will you come for me?”
“Y-yes, Belno, yes, I want to be good for you.”
“Go ahead, sweet girl, I can tell how much you need it.”
It isn’t like Oguri needed Belno’s permission, but her words somehow help. She can feel her own clit throbbing, and on a particularly deep thrust, where she slips inside Belno’s fluttering slit, she falls over the edge with a deep moan. Belno leans in and kisses Oguri through it.
Tamamo, who’d been edging basically the whole time, buries her face in Oguri’s shoulder and finishes herself off with a string of obscenities. She looks fucked-out and exhausted.
Belno gingerly straightens her own legs to lie down on top of Oguri’s chest. Oguri gives Tamamo a one-armed hug and rubs circles into Belno’s back. She keeps her eyes closed, listening to her girlfriends as their breathing slows, and considers passing out right then and there.
“I’ve thought about having sex with you so many times,” Belno murmurs. “Ever since the running form I developed helped you beat Ta- um, sorry Tamamo-san, win the Arima Kinen.”
“Ya don’t gotta soften the blow. She beat me fair ‘n square.” Tamamo nuzzles Oguri’s shoulder.
Oguri blushes, remembering who she had run towards that day, and what happened after. “I wish you had told me sooner, but I’m glad you told me eventually. I love you both, and I hope I can keep loving you both for the rest of my life.”
Tamamo and Belno echo the sentiment simultaneously, with Tamamo reiterating her promise to Oguri, and Belno simply saying she loves her, too.
“I think things happen the way they do for a reason,” Belno says. “I fear, Oguri, that if we had gotten together while you were still racing, that would have ended badly.”
“And we needed to get our shit sorted b’fore welcomin’ another girl into the relationship,” Tamamo admits.
Oguri nods twice lazily, eyes falling shut, when Belno sighs and rolls off of Oguri.
“As much as I’d love to just fall asleep here, I have business to take care of,” Belno says.
“You’re leaving already?” Oguri pouts.
“To use the bathroom? I did bring something to sleep in - I’m staying the night. I just need to not let myself develop a UTI.”
Tamamo pushes herself upright and stretches, yawning. “Good idea. Oguri ‘n I can change the sheets if you want first dibs.”
Oguri makes a show of being unhelpful by lying completely still in the center of the futon, but Tamamo is strong enough to pull the quilt right out from under her. Laughing to herself, Oguri vaults up and locates the spare quilt and bedsheets in the closet with the other futon. She helps Tamamo make the bed and carry the pyramidal cushions back to their spot at the low table.
“It’s all yours,” Belno says. She exits the bathroom wearing a matching set of plaid flannel pajamas and carrying a small bag. Belno’s planning continues to impress Oguri, who never would have thought to pack pajamas, let alone a full skincare routine, to an overnight.
Oguri digs through the wardrobe for something decent enough to count as pajamas and joins Tamamo in the bathroom. They trade off pissing, rinsing off with the shower head, and brushing their teeth. Oguri dresses in a faded graphic tee, a pair of briefs, and a pair of lounge shorts -
“Hey, Oguri,” Tamamo says. “Can ya pass me those shorts?”
“Uh, sure.” Oguri passes them over and watches Tamamo step into them. “You didn’t grab any clothes?”
“I wasn’t gonna, ‘cause we’ve been sleepin’ naked after sex, but with you ‘n Belno fully dressed, it might be awkward if I wasn’t wearin’ anything.”
Oguri shrugs and leads the way back to the bedroom. She wouldn’t have a problem with it, but maybe Belno would, so it’s for the best. Belno, who is already tucked into bed reading a book, looks up when they enter.
“I’m not in anyone’s spot, am I?”
“No, you’re good,” Oguri says. She climbs under the covers, puts her arm around Belno, and kisses her on the cheek.
“D’you wanna keep reading?” Tamamo asks, hand hovering over the light switch.
“Oh, you can turn off the lamp, I brought a reading light!” Belno smiles and taps the device clipped to her book.
“You’re prepared for everythin’, huh.” Tamamo looks impressed. She turns off the light and slides into bed on Oguri’s other side, wrapping her arms around her and snuggling close.
As much as Oguri wants to bask in the cuddles, her eyelids feel heavy, and she feels warm and sated. She replays the evening in her head until she falls asleep, musing about the subtle differences between sex with Belno and sex with Tamamo. She wonders what her other friends might be like in bed, how they might sound saying Oguri’s name.
The following morning, Belno, Tamamo, and Oguri share ochazuke and cured fish for breakfast.
“Oguri-chan,” Belno says. “Do you have anything planned for your birthday? I’d like to do something nice for you.”
“Not really. I think I was just going to go into the pottery studio and start glazing my pieces.”
“Cook her a banquet and she’ll be happy.” Tamamo shrugs. “That’s what I was gonna do.”
“That's true, but that's so predictable, isn't it? We can prepare more than one thing.” Belno’s eyes twinkle with excitement.
“Well, she’s right here, why don't we ask her?”
“Hm.” Oguri taps her chin. “I'd like all of my friends to come over and celebrate with me!”
“Of course, that's a given!” Belno smiles. “But, well, is there anything you'd like to do, or are we just hanging out?”
Oguri thinks back to her curiosities from the previous night. “Tama…Tama once said that everyone I raced wanted to sleep with me. Is that true?”
Tamamo raises her eyebrows. “At least some of ‘em, yeah. Are you… tryna plan an orgy?”
“Is it still an orgy if they take turns?”
“Um, well,” Belno stammers. “I suppose I can gauge interest.”
Tamamo leans back on her cushion, crossing her arms. “I’ve got three rules. Everyone gets tested beforehand, everyone understands that I probably won’t participate, and I still get to watch.”
“That makes sense.” Oguri nods. “I don’t think it would be fair to the others if they watched either of you have sex with me. I just think it might be fun to give people what they want, and I’d be lying if I said I never thought about March or my other rivals while you were gone, Tama.”
Belno pulls out her phone and starts typing a memo. “Do you have anyone in mind, Oguri-chan? I’d like to draw up a survey, so you should tell us who you want to invite.”
“I’ll be honest, I didn’t think I would get this far. Obviously, we have to invite March.”
“If we’re inviting March-san, we should invite Norn-san, too.”
“She is my biggest fan. Super Creek and Inari One should be here.”
“Of course. Is that all?”
“Yaeno Muteki and Dicta Striker.”
“What about one’f the Mejiro’s?” Tamamo cuts in. “Or Sakura Chiyono O, or Gold City?”
“Hm. If I had to choose, I’d pick Mejiro Ryan. Gold City would be fun to have around, but I don’t know Sakura Chiyono O…”
“Ya know who I’d like ta see again? Obey Your Master.”
“Oh, if foreign umas are on the table, can we invite Folkqueen?”
“Obey’s in Hokkaido right now, Ogurin. She’s American, but she’s a hell of a lot closer’n New Zealand.”
“It’s my birthday, though! It wouldn’t hurt to ask…”
Belno smiles indulgently. “I’ll make sure she gets your invitation.”
A few days later, Belno stops by Oguri and Tamamo’s apartment for dinner again, toting her laptop and several boxes of takeout pizza with her.
“I have all of the responses from your birthday invitations, Oguri-chan, but I haven’t looked at the answers, yet.” Belno sets her laptop on the low table next to the pizza boxes.
Tamamo and Oguri settle in on either side of Belno, both of them grabbing a slice of pizza. Tamamo opts for the mayo potato pie, while Oguri chooses the chicken teriyaki.
“So,” Belno starts. “I not only asked your guests if they wanted to come to your birthday party, but also if they had any preferences for ‘activities’. This way, I can create a schedule that best suits everyone’s needs.
“Norn Ace was the first one to reply. Let’s see…”
Q: What kinks or positions do you have in mind?
A: I have so many fun toys~ let me know what Oguri likes and I’ll be sure to bring a variety~
Q: Any requests? Food, music, etc.
A: can I pretty please make a private photo album for Oguri as a souvenir?
“I don’t really know a lot about sex toys, other than the obvious,” Oguri admits.
Tamamo reaches over and pulls up a webpage on Belno’s laptop. It’s an online storefront filled with all sorts of interesting objects. Realistic fake genitalia, brightly colored silicone shapes that barely resemble anything recognizable, and lots of lube.
“Huh. I guess that could be fun.” Oguri points to two different images. “Tell Norn that I’d like if she has something like these.”
“Wait, are we just skippin’ over the photos?” Tamamo grimaces. “Ya never know when stuff like that could get out. Make sure this Norn girl’s got an instant camera, so the photos stay here.”
“Good thinking, Tamamo,” Belno says. “Next up is Dicta Striker.”
Q: What kinks or positions do you have in mind?
A: ive gotta go to the gym beforehand, you know how it is. she wont mind right? oh and make sure shes drinking enough water. we wouldnt want her to be dehydrated.
Q: Any requests? Food, music, etc.
A: cheap beer
“I don’t mind if she works out beforehand, and that’s really nice of her to make sure I’m hydrated.”
Tamamo clears her throat. “Remember that one time we competed t’see who could hold it the longest? I think Dicta wants you to be desperate.”
Oguri swallows, feeling a rush of arousal. “Oh. Yeah, I’m into that.” Tamamo laughs.
Belno sighs. “The three of you are nasty. I’ll make sure we have a waterproof layer on the tatami. Anyway, I got a text from Gold City the other day. She has a prior commitment, but she wishes Oguri a happy birthday.”
“Damn, that’s a shame,” Tamamo groans. “City’s such a pretty stud.”
“Everyone thinks so, that’s probably why she’s so busy,” Oguri agrees.
“I also got an email from Yaeno Muteki -”
Good afternoon, Belno Light,
Are you certain you meant to send me this missive? I respect Oguri Cap too much to participate and tarnish the shine of our rivalry. Regardless, I hope she has a lovely birthday.
Dutifully yours,
Y.M.
Oguri’s ears start to droop. “That’s okay. I figured she might be a long shot, anyway.”
“Yeah, I don’t think she’s ever had a single thought about sex,” Tamamo remarks.
“Well, if it cheers you up, Oguri-chan, Inari One says she’ll be able to make it.”
Q: What kinks or positions do you have in mind?
A: Hate to say it but I’m rarely into studs and oguri isn’t my type. I will eat all the snacks tho. And watch. Is that a thing? Or is this a closed door orgy?
Q: Any requests? Food, music, etc.
A: Tama’s takoyaki pretty please 🥺
“Damn.” Oguri frowns. “I guess Tama was exaggerating about all my rivals wanting to fuck me.”
Belno smiles. “Or she was just telling on herself.”
“Hey, I coulda told youse that Inari was straight and Muteki was ace! I just thought sendin’ ‘em an invitation was the right thing ta do.”
“Tell Inari that she’s allowed to watch if she wants, and I’m happy to have her even if she doesn’t think I’m hot.”
“Sure, Oguri. Mejiro Ryan is another yes.”
Q: What kinks or positions do you have in mind?
A: I know shibari. If she doesn’t want to be tied up, teach her how to do a diamond harness and some simple ties so I can be restrained while she eats me out.
Q: Any requests? Food, music, etc.
A: Yebisu craft beer variety pack.
“I think the rope might be too abrasive for me,” Oguri admits. “But I’m more than happy to tie her up if she wants.”
“You can practice on me if you like, Oguri-chan. Next is - ah, Obey-san.”
Q: What kinks or positions do you have in mind?
A: I would love to celebrate Oguri’s birthday, but what’s the point of coming all that way if I only spend the evening with her? I think we can have a lot more fun together if she has a chance to rest. Belno-chan, you and Tamamo will be there, right? I can give you both a little attention while everyone else is watching the birthday girl.
Q: Any requests? Food, music, etc.
A: The aux cable.
Tamamo crosses her arms. “I ain’t makin’ her any promises. We’ll just hafta see how I feel.”
“I didn’t realize I’d left such an impression on her,” Belno mumbles. “What do you think, Oguri?”
“I guess it could be tiring to sleep with a bunch of people in a row, so if Obey wants to let me recuperate first, that’s fine by me. I’ll have to really pace myself, so I can show everyone a good time!”
“Definitely. Now, um, I’m not quite sure how to interpret Super Creek’s response -”
Q: What kinks or positions do you have in mind?
A: Will Oguri-chan let me play goo-goo babies with her? 🥺
Q: Any requests? Food, music, etc.
A: Your beautiful selves <3
“What does that mean?” Oguri asks. “What’s ‘goo-goo babies’?”
Tamamo groans. “It’s so humiliating.”
“What does she make you do?”
“She pretends to be your mommy and like, you know. Takes care of you.”
“That doesn’t seem so bad. I’d like to be taken care of.”
“Belno, you gotta ask Creek to be more specific. I think she’s the best one to explain what she means.”
Belno swiftly pulls up an instant messaging app and messages Super Creek.
BusyBee: Hi, Creek-san! We’re going over the survey, and Oguri wants to know what you mean by “playing goo-goo babies”. I don’t think any of us know what that entails.
GentleCurrent87: Belno-chan! It’s lovely to hear from you. My answer is that it can mean a lot of things depending on what Oguri is comfortable with. At its most tame, I can just give her head pats and lots of praise~
BusyBee: Okay, sure. What else lies on the “goo-goo babies” spectrum?
GentleCurrent87: I can feed her, either solid food or my own milk. I could also change and bathe her if she’s had an accident, or give her a spanking if she’s been bad.
Oguri tries to imagine this scenario. “And I’m supposed to be…getting off to this?”
“Creek does,” Tamamo snorts. “She must, otherwise why do all this shit?”
“Well, I want to be open-minded, but Belno told me I’m a good girl, so, um. Tell Creek that everything is fair game except the spanking, and I can still change my mind if I’m not having fun.”
Belno lets out a squeak. “I was… I mean, you are a kind person, Oguri, but I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Didn’t you?” Tamamo asks.
“I, um,” Belno laughs awkwardly, turning bright red. “I meant it more like, please don’t take this the wrong way, but I was imagining it like Oguri was doing a trick for me…”
“Oh. Like petplay.”
“Moving on! Oguri-chan, I think you’ll be happy to read this next one.”
“Wait,” Oguri says. “Belno-chan, what’s petplay? Do you want me to pretend I’m a dog?”
“Not so literally,” Belno says, avoiding eye contact. “I just know you react well to positive feedback, and it’s fun to order you around.”
“We could put her in a collar,” Tamamo muses.
Belno bites her thumb, clearly considering it. Oguri touches her own neck, wrapping her hand where a collar would go. Without her permission, she can feel her clit throb. “Maybe we should hurry up.”
“We should put her in a collar,” Tamamo smirks. “Anyway, who’s next?”
“Folkqueen said yes!” Oguri exclaims.
Q: What kinks or positions do you have in mind?
A: Has Oguri ever tried tease before? I have.
Q: Any requests? Food, music, etc.
A: The best health and beauty gift set that you can find at LOFT. Perhaps some sakuramochi, too. Flights aren’t cheap this time of year!
Tamamo glances at Oguri with a crooked smile. “This’ll be fun. She has to go last, though, otherwise Oguri will be ruined for everyone else.”
Oguri laughs breathlessly. “Holy shit.”
“You have to let me know if you like it, Oguri-chan. I want to try it with you, too.”
Tamamo grabs another slice of pizza. “Is that everyone, then?”
“No,” Oguri says, shaking her head. “Did March…?”
Belno nods and gives Oguri a warm smile. “She did, just in time, too. I get the feeling that she considered it very carefully.”
Q: What kinks or positions do you have in mind?
A: N/A.
Q: Any requests? Food, music, etc.
A: Can I go first, without anyone watching? I don’t mind if Oguri wants to have sex with other people, but I don’t want to see it.
“We can do that, right?” Oguri asks. “I want to make sure March has a good time, too.”
“Just tell her to get here before everyone else.” Tamamo shrugs. “How much time do ya think she needs? Thirty minutes?”
“Let’s give her an hour, just to be safe.” Belno says.
“I agree. Ah, I’m so excited! I can’t believe we’re actually planning-” Oguri’s stomach growls, interrupting her. “Sorry… I got so distracted that I forgot to finish my pizza, but I’m also really turned on just talking about this.”
“Eat first,” Belno requests gently. She fishes herself out a piece of veggie supreme. “That way, you can have all the energy you need. We aren’t going anywhere, and the pizza is getting cold.”
“I actually p’fer cold pizza,” Tamamo says, chomping on her crust.
Oguri can’t say she agrees, but food is food, so she finishes her pie without complaint. “I don’t think I can thank you both enough for organizing my party. It… really means a lot to me that the two women I love the most are going to help sate my curiosity.”
“We love you, too, Oguri-chan,” Belno says, placing a hand over Oguri’s. “I just want to help you have the best birthday ever.”
“It ain’t like we’re gettin’ nothing out of it,” Tamamo says, reaching behind Belno to ruffle Oguri’s hair. “It’ll be fun as hell to watch ya, and you’re too honest for me to worry. I know we’re your favorites.”
Giddy with excitement, Oguri kisses Belno and then pulls Tamamo in by the shirt to kiss her, too.