“She’s bad news, you know.”

Now if anyone happened to ask, Nick would insist to high heavens that he did not, in fact, let out a girlish squeak courtesy of the voice and the figure it belonged too coming around a tree and into view just as he made to walk by.

“Oh! S-sakura,” he also definitely did not stammer, heart beating rapidly in his chest as he turned and met the softly glowing eyes of his childhood, but very much no longer a child, friend.

In fact, if anything, the white-haired beauty of a kitsune had all the makings of a super milf in a couple of years and his best friend’s figure from her full lips to those enormous straining breasts under her thin robe…

Well, they’d more than once had filled his mind with thoughts one should not have about their friends.

But its not like he could help it!

Nor did her wide hips and those monstrous thighs help matters.

Plastering on a smile, he met Sakura’s eyes that grew slitted for but a moment. Tearing his mind away from the gutter and thoughts of what it would be like to be on the receiving end of the taller, and slightly older, woman’s attention of that sort.

“You scared me there, sheesh,” he admitted to her, both because they were alone enough in this corner of the park.

And also because he trusted Sakura.

For all that they hadn’t been able to hang out as often while he’d been busy getting his degree and she completing her Miko training, unfortunately in different parts of the country. For all that, she still remained his closest friend.

Almost a sister really.

She grinned, showing one of her cute fangs in an equally cute grin, fluffy ears twitching in shared mirth. “Still the same scaredy cat?”

“I’m not a scaredy cat!” he huffed but in truth, Sakura, had always been the braver of the two. Something she’d showcased plenty when she’d kicked ass for his sake.

Something which had been in equal parts emasculating and…flattering, making him feel all kinds of weird and warm inside whenever such took place. For unfortunately, his best friend had had to repeatedly help some people get it into their thick skulls that neither of them were to be messed with.

“Are.”

“Are not.”

“Oh but you are,” she said and with a grin and a sing song stepped close, wrapping him in a close hug. One that filled his nostrils with her sweet almost floral scent, akin to fresh grass across a sunlit field.

To say nothing of her big…personality, the pair with their stiff peaks poking, almost piercing Sakura’s traditional red and white garb and making him shudder, his mind once again full of indecent thoughts about his best friend. Which all but ensured his mouth had difficulty forming words all of a sudden, something the white-haired beauty gleefully took advantage.

“You are a scaredy cat, but that’s alright,” she said, her voice lowering into a purring whisper, lips drawing close to his ear, something which filled a certain part of him with heat when it had no business doing such! “For you are my scaredy cat~”

He blinked before frowning.

“Sakura…” he said in a stern tone, or about as much as he could manage, especially when it came to her.

But she ignored him and the teasing note in her voice fell away.

“That’s why I’m telling you, she’s bad news, you shouldn’t hang out with her.”

Frowning, Nick sighed.

It would seem that in his absence she had regressed.

“Dammit Sakura, I thought we were past this, you’re being weird again.”

But she ignored him again, hugging him tighter instead, which made his breath hitch as he felt her body mold itself against him, all that separated their flesh being a thin barrier formed by his button up and her Miko robes.

And it’d be so easy to just reach, open up Sakura’s robes, slip a hand inside, feel her warm flesh yielding to his fingers, perhaps a cute squeak and moan leaving her lips before he slid inside in truth and⁠—

Shaking his head with a shudder, mortification filled him even though he managed to banish the thoughts for the forbidden thought had proven stimulus enough for that part of him to rise and stand at attention. Loud and proud almost which all but guaranteed that Sakura could feel it pressing up against her.

And judging by her sharp intake, she did.

But she didn’t draw attention to his shame that’d once again seemed to have a mind of its own, shuddering in…pleasure instead? No, that couldn’t be right. Followed by starting to slowly rub against him. Which confirmed his fears.

Unlike what Mrs Ohirume said, Sakura didn’t seem to have grown out of her phase just yet, seemingly regressing if anything but that was alright for he was now here again and would make certain to help her. For his childhood friend, his best friend, meant a lot to him.

“Listen to me, Nick,” she said her husky voice filling his mind with more naughty thoughts which he shouldn’t have for she deserved better from him.

…or settling with him, a tiny part of his mind whispered, which he squashed. It and the dangerous thoughts both.

“You shouldn’t⁠—”

Which is why he had to harden his heart for her sake.

Sighing and ignoring both the proximity, her fragrance, her…everything really, he reached, grabbed the taller beauty’s shoulders and pushed her back, the girl letting him do such, staring into his eyes with her old intensity again.

“Listen, Sakura,” he said and the girl seemed perfectly willing to do just that, her glowing eyes seemingly just for him and even her fluffy tail stood ramrod straight behind her. “I understand you are worried about me.”

“Then—”

“No,” he said with a small shake. “Perhaps I am a scaredy cat but I am no longer a child and so while I appreciate you looking out for me I can take care of myself, you know?” he said with a weak grin, fighting the urge to wince as he did for Sakura’s expression…

Steeling his heart further he ignored how her face started to resemble a statue, what with it no longer holding any warmth, or any sign of her feelings at all.

“So, like it or not, I’ll go out with her.”

Sakura startled before her face turned granite like again.

“In fact, she agreed to go out on a date with me so that’s that!”

His best friend and the most beautiful woman he knew off and very much felt unworthy off, shuddered, lowered her head, her bangs hiding her eyes as she stepped back. “I see,” she said and turned around.

“Sakura, Sakura wait!” he said but she did nothing of the sort, all but running away.

And Nick sighed, rubbing his temples.

“Right, this could’ve gone better.” And that was the truth but nonetheless he had to be firm with Sakura at times. It was for her own good really.

He loved the girl. Really he did, perhaps even…

Shaking his head, he also started to walk, and soon left the park behind.

Such thoughts were best avoided, he was unworthy of her after all.

The name on the screen made him smile. Leaning back in his seat, he accepted the call.

“Nick?”

“Hello Sakura,” he said, tone warm for he’d missed her, despite it being but a few days since their last meeting, even if it’d come as a bit of a surprise…and Sakura had rushed off. “How have you been? No, wait,” he said. “Before you say anything I wanted to apologize.”

“You’ve canceled your…date?” she said, the barely veiled excitement in her voice almost immediately replaced by disgust at the last word.

Which made him sigh again. “No, Sakura.”

“But—”

“No,” he said. “As I said, I’m going out with her tomorrow but that’s not what I wanted to apologize for.”

The sound of her breathing almost made him wonder what it would be like to⁠—

Shuddering and thankful she wasn’t there to notice, he continued. “I was, perhaps, a tad too abrupt, and you deserve better so…I’m sorry.”

For a few seconds she said nothing before sighing.

“I see,” she said, with a heavy tone, as if steeling her heart for something but then it vanished. “I also want to apologize.”

He blinked.

Had he perhaps misjudged the situation? Or rather, had he caught it early enough that his firm if overly stern rebuke had helped even her keel again, so to speak?

A relieved smile spread across his lips.

If so, that was good, that was very good!

“In fact, I made dinner for you.”

“Sakura?” he said, tone bewildered before he remembered that Mrs Ohirume and Sakura by extension had some weird customs and ways of expressing gratitude and contrition alike. Quite unlike the people he’d grown used to dealing with these last few years away.

“I even made your favorite cake for dessert.”

Oh!

His mouth almost started watering of its volition.

Sakura, after all, like Mrs Blake and Mrs Ohirume had become a fantastic cook and everytime she made something for him, normal food, food that is that wasn’t prepared by her, kinda lost its luster for a week or three afterwards.

“I…”

“Yes?”

“Can’t,” he said with an almost groaning sigh. “I have to be up early tomorrow for work and prepare for the date, so…”

“Please!” she said, her tone pleading. “Do you hate me, is that it?”

“What? No, I could never hate you Sakura, don’t be ridiculous!”

“Then why won’t you let me apologize?” she said with a sniffle, the sound making his heart and his conviction both tremble.

“I…”

“Please,” she said, and this time he recognized the familiar tone which he hated to hear coming from her, that is, of her biting back a sob. “I’ll help you get back and…and…” there was that sound again. “Please, Nick…”

How could he say no to that?

Sighing he nodded even though she couldn’t see him.

“Alright, alright, if it will make you feel better.”

A yip like cheer came from the other end of the line and he smiled.

“I’ll be there soonish alright?”

“Yes~!” she cheered. “Thank you dear, I’ll make sure everything is ready.”

He startled.

“Sakura—”

“That everything is perfect,” she ignored him. “See you soon!” and hang up.

Staring at his phone for a few moments, he sighed before shaking his head with a smile and stood up to go and get ready.

Contrary to what some part of him had foolishly feared, Sakura had been a picture perfect host. She’d welcomed him at the door to her home, wearing not her usual Miko robes but instead a red dress that hugged her form tightly, hinting and teasing more than concealing and making it clear that his childhood friend was anything but.

The sight of her, from her demure if somewhat mysterious smile to her massive…personalities that were normally hidden behind her robes but now as they almost slipped free with each breath or movement by his friend, well, their true size was apparent as were the effects they were having on Nick’s mind.

Few things in his life had ever felt as difficult as tearing his eyes away from her bountiful mounds and making sure not to stare at the rest of her full figure that all but invited child bearing.

Well, not stare too much.

Thankfully, Sakura who might have noticed, didn’t say anything although her smile remained while she all but dragged him inside.

“Tengu not around, I take it?” he asked following after his best friend, with his eyes only straying low to her swaying rear and fluffy tail but a few times.

Sakura giggled, throwing him an all but smoldering look over one shoulder which almost had him reach for his collar while beads of sweat traveled down his back.

He had a date.

He had a date!

He needed to…to…what exactly?

Continue staring into Sakura’s enchanting eyes? They were so dreamy, so alluring. Almost seeming to draw him in.

A gasp left his lips the moment she stared ahead again and he knew not whether it was due to relief or disappointment.

“Still afraid of her?”

“Not afraid, just…call it a healthy sense of caution.”

“Uh-huh,” she said with a note of teasing which, with a giggle bloomed into an outright symphony. “Scaredy cat~” she sing songed and he let out a sniff but both smiled.

In fact, Sakura’s nigh shadow of a bodyguard ever since he could remember, was one scary woman!

Tall, no nonsense, and staring at everyone as if they were problems while also counting the ways she could remove said problems.

Why the beautiful hawk eyed woman had taken a long time to warmup to him, if it could be said that she ever did that is. And still she radiated an aura of danger to everyone except Sakura and her parents. At best, he suspected, she’d merely grown to tolerate him more than anything.

So yes, Nick was in fact, relieved she wasn’t around for tonight for all that he also felt a tad worried.

The scary woman was strong and for all that Sakura didn’t need her help, he still felt better knowing that his best friend had someone looking after her. Sure, Nick would do his best to help if the need arose but he wasn’t some scary looking bodyguard lady nor Sakura’s own parents…or his best friend’s many, maaany sisters scattered all over the world. With some of them still living around or with her parents but many, like Sakura herself desiring to be independent and making a go of it themselves.

But for all that her family were good if weird people, those he’d met at least, Sakura was the one he’d all but grown up with and thus cared for.

“Well, my little scaredy cat⁠—”

“Not little!”

“Shortie.”

“Beansprout.”

“Hmf.”

“Hmf.”

They paused before breaking into chuckles and starting to walk again.

“No need to worry,” she said as they entered the dining room and the mouth watering aromas hit him like a tackle from Sakura and made his head spin. “Tengu is not around tonight, no. And even if she were you have little to fear, for I’d protect you.” Her enchanting eyes stole his breath again. “No one will harm you when I’m around,” she promised.

Strangely he found it difficult to speak words.

Any words.

Yes, Sakura was being kinda weird again but…for some reason his mouth didn’t seem to be working properly and his throat felt tight.

To say nothing of the fact his cheeks felt warm.

So it came as little surprise that he didn’t manage to reprimand her, instead letting her guide him to his seat with her scooting perhaps a tad too close to him and then, under her insistent staring and pair of chopsticks in her hand acquiesced and let her feed him, the first bite made him gasp and almost…well, almost moan, for the taste was just that good and thus, he forgot all about what he should and shouldn’t do.

“You’ve outdone yourself, Sakura,” he said sometime in the middle of the meal, managing to muster enough of his wits between bites to do so. “This…this is delicious!”

“Only the best for you,” she said and he didn’t get the chance to reply for opening his lips proved merely opportunity enough for the mischievous kitsune to guide another bite into his mouth from a dish he’d yet to sample but the effect proved no less potent than before. “Hush,” she whispered her smile strange. “Eat and drink for you must be famished.”

Huh, he did feel kinda famished now that she pointed it out and thirsty, oh so thirsty.

But the more he ate and drunk the worse it seemed to get for sometime longer. Until it felt like he’d eaten his weight in food and probably drunk the same. But that would be ridiculous, surely it’d been his mind playing tricks on him. And yet, while the hunger had abated and left him in a blissed out state, the thirst remained.

“Thirsty…” he said and made to reach for one of the cups only for Sakura to gently grab his hand and stop him.

“No, that would be enough of that for now,” she said.

“Sakuraaa,” he whined but she merely smiled and had the glow of her eyes changed? In fact, the room seemed to be spinning somewhat and she felt so hot.

Forgetting the need for a drink he made to loosen up his shirt but with a giggle, Sakura stopped that too and drew him into a hug, starting to ruffle her hair before Sakura guided his head to her soft plump thighs.

“Hush, rest, relax oh honored guest and this humble Miko shall take care of everything,” her friend said and Nick’s eyes felt heavy, oh so heavy.

But that was alright, for he…she? Trusted Sakura.

“Thirsty,” were the first words out of Nick’s mouth when coming to.

“Oh~ Is that so?” Sakura said. “Well then, why don’t you sate your thirst, dear?” she asked with a giggle and Nick, opening his eyes whimpered for two things immediately became apparent.

The first being that Sakura, sitting seiza and oh so close to him, and given the fact the gorgeous woman was as naked as the day she was born, well it was kinda hard to deny that she was a beauty unlike any other,

What was also hard though was a certain part sprouting up, rock hard, and mouth watering throbbing between the woman’s thighs.

That was a dick.

And it seemed to almost preen under the attention of her eyes, growing harder, a single clear droplet of precum dribbling and coating the weeping slit that could be glimpsed behind its slowly retreating hood. And the scent? Oh gods the scent… It made his…her? Nostrils flare and her pupils narrow into pinpricks as Nick’s whole word narrowed down, the thirst seeming to rise up like a mountain and loom over her but the twitching shaft and the clear droplet all but promised salvation if he but wrapped her lips around it and showed Sakura how much she truly loved her for all that Nick herself was unworthy of the beauty.

Yes, all she had to do was wrap her lips around the shaft.

That was a dick! A part of his mind cried out again.

But kitsune were shapeshifters so what was the problem? The rest of her answered with a giggle while soft hands that felt like Sakura’s own seemed to caress and soothe away her mind’s worries.

That was a dick…

But she was oh so thirsty, and Sakura could be trusted, right?

With deep breaths and panting whimpers, she rose to a siting position of her upon the thin mattress and, heedless of her own nudity or the fact she’d apparently been moved to the guest room where Sakura had undressed her.

Sakura…

For she had eyes for only Sakura, or rather, a certain throbbing, twitching, stiff part of her best friend that pulsed to the tune of the beautiful kitsune’s rapid heartbeat, a heartbeat that seemed to match the pace if not loudness of the one that echoed in Nick’s own ears.

Biting her lip, and staring at the pulsing rod, she gasped as her eyes noticed the big hefty balls under it for the first time, nestling under the big womb filler and seeming to be suffocating in between Sakura’s plumb juicy thighs.

“See something you like, dearest guest?” Sakura purred from somewhere above her magnificent dick and she could but glimpse the barest hint of the beauty’s wide dangerous smile for her magnificent cock overshadowed even her massive and oh so perky breasts although those stiff pink nipples looked delicious too. “Partake, please,” the fluffy temptress whispered. “Sate your thirst~”

Tongue darting out of its volition, wetting her lips, Nick decided to do just that with a giggle and ignoring the protest of the silly part of her mind.

Crawling forward, panting with need, she tried to wiggle her bum behind her in an enticing manner which, despite her inexperience if Sakura’s hitched intake of breath and the kitsune’s eyes growing slitted for a moment were any indication, seemed to be working. But Nick’s false bravado quickly evaporated the moment her mouth and nose drew close to the thick fat cock. Closer and closer until its weeping slit and the stinky but oh so alluring fragrance almost overpowered the rest of Sakura’s own sweet scent leading Nick to freeze with the tip of her nose but a hairsbreadth from the hot meat faucet promising to slake her thirst.

This was a dick.

Sakura’s dick~

Whimpering, frozen and her mind waring in indecision she could but stare, too afraid to take that final plunge and too addled with lust to move away from the cock and its delicious musk and leaking ambrosia.

But, like all the times before, Sakura was there to rescue her.

Her best friend’s soft hand fell upon her head and gently started running through her hair, caressing her head.

“Come now, there’s nothing to be afraid,” the kitsune whispered and her words slipped into her mind like velvet honey. “Good girls deserve rewards and you are a good girl are you not sweetheart?”

“Y-yes,” she panted only for her words to turn into a yelp and then a moan as an explosion of flavor filled her mouth for Sakura had taken advantage of her parted lips to coax her forward, a soft tug really, but that was all it took for her lips to kiss the cockhead, taste the saltiness and distant bitterness which sent her head spinning and filled her lips and throat with a will of their own. And with half a gag half a moan she slid downwards, lips parting of their volition to vacuum more and more of the sweet flavor bringer inside her, Nick’s mouth filled to the brim with the taste of salty kitsune cock.

And not some average run of the mill specimen but one massive, girthy, as attested by her difficulty of taking it in in its entirety.

“T-that’s it sweetheart,” Sakura half gasped, half grunted, hand still pressing gently on her head. “You can do it. Unf!” And then, of the kitsune’s own volition it seemed, the woman’s thick wide hips gave a jerk of their volition, thrusting upwards and driving more of the thick prick into Nick’s mouth in a motion that seemed very masculine.

Like the fat cock that now lodged itself deep down her throat, making her gag, her eyes water, while her saliva coated tongue darted and licked the prick’s massive underside like mad, ensuring that even if some part of her mouth and lips had managed to avoid being marked by the stench, the flavor, the heat of the dick, her tongue at least would engrave the taste into her memory.

“There’s a good girl,” her friend said with a panting, possessive growl and for a moment Nick’s mind protested.

She wasn’t a girl!

But then, Sakura’s fat cock pulsed and jutted and more of that thickening precum flowed and spurted free from the tip and down her throat, going down slow and lingering as she desperately swallowed the precursor to the main event but as she did, her fair titties and her own stiff pink nipples tinkled.

A pleasant heat flowing and growing into them and somewhere below, at a place behind her bellybutton and lower still at a place that seemed to be growing moist.

Right, she had titties, Sakura was right then, as usual, and so she must be a girl?

Sakura patted her head and for all that tears trailed down her cheeks courtesy of the unusual invader down her throat, she still beamed up at her friend as much as she could and with a surge of determination, forced her throat to relax and went lower.

Lower.

And lower still until her nose was buried in her best friend’s soft white pubes and her saliva and precum covered chin tickled her friend’s massive blazing balls which seemed to jump at her touch and roll and churn all the faster for it.

The potent aroma, the mix of the feminine with the masculine, and all of it belonging to her Sakura, well, it was enough to make a girl swoon and send her head a spinning.

Which it did.

With something that might’ve been a giggle were it not for the pulsing throbbing monster claiming her esophagus, she rose back up, coaxing a moan out of Sakura’s lips which had her feeling all kinds of weird, but the good weird, while her belly fluttered both due to the sensation…

…and the rush of precum that the departing cock left in its wake, coating her throat and mouth with its thick cloying scent and bitter but oh so sweet taste.

Rising until her lips were almost free of the delicious treat bringer and a horrible ache, a longing pulsed from her mouth and throat. She stared into Sakura’s wide eyes, full of maddening desire and, tongue peeking past her lips, swirled it around the pink glans, teasing the banjo string underneath, making her best friend moan and grip her hair tight while the girl’s cock spurted out more of the treat for Nick to enjoy.

To savor.

With a giggle and determination aplenty she dove back down, the going easier the second time and it wasn’t long before her nose greeted Sakura’s fragrance rich pubes again while her chin, again, tickled the seed bearing balls.

She giggled around the massive prick as she came up.

And went back down.

And Sakura whimpered and moaned, the self assured beauty turned to putty courtesy of her lips.

She liked it.

For once, it would seem, she’d found something she was better at then her childhood sweetheart.

Sure, the beautiful kitsune, gorgeous really, was strong, capable, smart as a whip and all that.

But a pair of lips around her thick, fat, and oh so juicy cock were all it took for her to all but melt.

Which meant that she would have to ensure nobody claimed this cock for themselves other than her—took advantage of Sakura going forward she meant to say.

Bobbing up and down, she felt delight, an almost primal relish in how the normally demure and collected woman, in matters not pertaining Nick herself that is. Seemingly had all but abandoned said decorum, or at least was on the verge of doing so.

A light sheen of sweat glistened on the kitsune’s pale form and probably the same could be said for her own body.

But Sakura’s hand had fallen back, both hands that is, busy trembling as her fingers made clawing scratching motions at the tatami behind her, the white haired beauty having arched her back some, head thrown back and trembling all over.

Oh this wouldn’t do~

Rising back up to the top, her lips let go of the tasty treat bringer with a ‘pop’, drawing a gasp of surprise from Sakura, one that swiftly turned into a moan as Nick dove low and her lips fastened and planted a wet suckling smooch on one of the fat juicy and salty balls.

“Ah!”

Making her best friend twitch and shudder, balls, penis, and her body entire shuddering and jerking in delight and surprise, which mirrored Nick’s own as the concentrated essence and flavor of Sakura coated her tongue and the surprise spurt of quite the thick strand of cum landing on her hair caused her to giggle and immediately let go and plant another smooch on the seed bearing dark twin, ensuring another rope of thick burning seed flew, landing on her hair and back.

But that wouldn’t do~

Drawing back a touch, she reached with one hand and gently lifted the nutsack, spying the glistening treasure behind and darting in quick, her tongue stretched out as far as it could and started a long upwards lick.

Filling her mouth and lips first with the taste of Sakura’s sweet pussy, then again her musky balls and up she went, trailing the underside of the desperately twitching massive shaft, planting a kiss on the throbbing vein and then, reaching the top, eyed the trembling tip coated in Sakura’s juices.

“Oh~nom~nom~” she giggled and leaned forth, kissing the tip, swirling her tongue round and diving back down.

Something which proved to be the wrong thing to do.

Or perhaps very much the right one.

For with the dangerous howl of a predator, Sakura, her ears standing straight like her tail, hunched forward, her massive breasts pressing down on Nick’s head while the kitsune’s hands flew forward, one clutching at the sides and back of her head, pressing her downwards while the other reached further back.

And she squeaked around the massive cock as one of Sakura’s fingers slipped inside her rosebud and started pistoning and doing something which made her moan and shudder.

But she didn’t have the time to contemplate the specifics of it for with feral growls, her friend, bucked her hips and proceeded to use her throat like a fleshlight, her primal thrusts very much masculine as she pumped, once, twice, and then hilting herself and ensuring that Nick could taste, smell, and see naught but her, started unloading thick rope after thick rope of potent baby making seed down Nick’s gullet.

Which promptly sent her over the edge as well.

Something thin and runny trailed down one of her thighs from…from something or other unimportant, but the thick gooey cream that made the girl’s already thick precum seem like running water, the feeling of it going down her throat with each powerful spasm and pump, the sensation of being claimed like that while her best friend fingered and loosened up her tight bum…

Her muffled screams turned moans as something behind her belly pulsed, joined the chorus of Sakura’s own feral grunts.

And with each gulp of the thirst sating liquid, the heat suffusing her entire body but especially her breasts and behind her belly and between her thighs, grew and grew.

But still she could not stop, not even if Sakura had been willing to let her draw back, she still wouldn’t have, for each gulp of the potent, bitter, baby making cream scratched an itch she didn’t know she had. Slaked a thirst unnamed.

So she drunk and drunk until she had her fill and Sakura’s balls started to calm, the fires of their lust temporarily quenched.

“Ah~”

And with a delighted gasp, Nick drew back, the moment her lips left the delicious treat bringer, a last thick rope of baby butter flew free, coating part of her face and most of her lips and tongue with a thick, hot parting gift, the aroma and taste no less potent than before.

It would seem Sakura’s dick already missed her as much as her mouth did it.

Swallowing, both the gooey, thick strand and the aching sense of emptiness now that the hot throbbing prick was no longer filling her mouth, she shuddered and leaning back down with a giggle planted a kiss on the twitching tip that’d already begun to leak precum freely once again.

The answering growl from Sakura coupled with her fat cock’s angry needy twitching, as well as the sudden removal of the finger up Nick’s bum that she’d all but gotten used to, had her yelp and then squeak as her best friend grabbed her and manhandled her with ease and strength that had her feeling hot all over until with a shudder, Nick found herself lying back on the soft thin mattress, heart hammering in her chest and drawing in quick breaths which had her modest breasts and their stiff nipples swaying.

Staring at Sakura who knelt with her knees almost touching Nick’s hips, and the kitsune’s arms holding her legs raised and spread while below…

The sight caused Nick to blink and for a moment his mind felt as if it were being split in two and he saw the world from two lenses, two perspectives, but the sight remained the same.

Modest breasts, larger than he had even moments before, a flat tummy leading to a thin waist and modest if larger and very feminine hips which very much hadn’t been the case before while the legs Sakura held spread very clearly belonged to a woman.

And which the other part of her only agreed was natural for she was a girl~

But the presence of his dick, between his legs, shrunk, stiff, thinner, and smaller than he remembered as it cowered under the shadow of Sakura’s much larger own challenged that assertion.

He…she…

Groaning, Nick’s mind felt as if it were coming apart but for all that the Sakura in front of Nick, leering down with hungry eyes didn’t speak, Nick still heard what felt like her voice and the touch of her hands caressing and soothing Nick’s brain.

Yes, Sakura could be trusted could she not? If Nick’s best friend…and perhaps more than that a repressed part whispered. If the kitsune wasn’t worried then there was no reason to worry surely?

“Tell me,” Sakura commander with a husky tone which had her? Her. Which had her shudder.

“Tell you what?”

“The truth,” her childhood sweetheart said, and leaned forward some, rolling her hips forward just a tad, pressing her blazing tip against Nick’s rosebud, making her squeak in surprise and anticipation, her ring puckering up but the white haired beauty did not thrust into her, instead, changing her angle some, her tip kissed a wet moist place a touch higher.

A place that shouldn’t be.

A place that had every right to be~

She groaned at the sensation of her mind at war with itself but Sakura’s voice and more importantly her words served as both a beacon and lifeline, if a confusing one.

“Not yet, too early,” the beautiful woman murmured to herself as her tip teased at her gushing lips.

“Sakura-chan?”

The kitsune blinked and her eyes snapped back to her and Sakura shot her a hungry fanged grin before drawing back and then prowling forth.

Making her breath hitch.

For the taller beauty, had Sakura always been so much taller? Shimmied forth between Nick’s legs until her statuesque body lay atop and flush with her own, the kitsune’s massive soft and oh so warm breasts hugging and all but engulfing her own modest ones, while below the case was similar for Sakura’s massive cock and balls that all but swathed and dominated her own feeble ones, the blazing heat and the feeling of Sakura’s large balls churning, preparing new seed just for her.

She shuddered and bit her lip.

Only to gasp as her best friend rocked forth, cock, balls, and breasts grinding against one another. Cock frotting against cock, balls kissing and hugging balls and nipple tweaking nipple.

“Tell me,” the temptress purred against her ear as Nick threw her head back with a gasp at the sensation that had been unlike anything she’d ever felt as a man.

Wait, if she’d been a man than how⁠—

“Tell me the truth,” she commanded again. “For you’ve been a bad girl and bad girls don’t deserve rewards.”

She’d been a bad girl?

She didn’t like that!

“H-how?! What did I…do?” she managed to gasp.

“Toyed with my heart, played hard to get, and more,” Sakura growled, her thrusting, her grinding picking up pace. The sensation and the movements a source of relief for the growing heat inside her but paradoxically also a frustrating source of yet more heat.

For she wanted Sakura to grab that fat thing of hers and shove it inside her where it belonged and could scratch that itch!

“I…I don’t—mmf!” Sakura’s lips smacking against her own tasted divine as they silenced her. Like fresh cherries and warm sunshine on her lips, the smell of spring and the warmth of the sun. The beauty pulled and gently nibbled on Nick’s lips which parted of their own submissive volition, her tongue slipping out to both welcome and mingle with Sakura’s own only for the white-haired beauty to pull back and leave her with a second nameless yearning, making her mewl pitifully in response.

“You belong to me, dearest,” the girl stated with a growl, the possessiveness and the hungry thrusts, proving too much and Nick shuddered and felt her dick pulse and twitch pathetically, spurting and coating both their bellies with thin, weak, and almost runny cum.

Something which made Sakura pause and grin at her with an arched eyebrow and the expression of a cat that got the canary. Or perhaps, in this case, the kitsune.

“Oh?”

What was worse was the fact that the brief surge of pleasure didn’t succeed in quenching the fire, the need blazing in her belly. In fact, if anything, the heat grew worse!