The corridor seemed to shrink around them as Hinata Kitsune and Sabrina Catsune doubled over in laughter, gasping and hiccuping until the air itself felt electric.
"Oh god… hic… stop, I can't breathe!" Sabrina wheezed, clutching her sides. Her leather skirt had ridden up with every shuddering laugh, exposing her thighs to fleeting glimpses even she barely noticed, while her eyeliner ran in streaks down her cheeks.
Sliding down the wall, Hinata's miniskirt hiked perilously high, her corset heaving with each wheezing snort. "The broomstick flying out his ass… like a missile…" she managed before another convulsion took her, heels kicking the floor helplessly.
Half-crying, half-cackling, Sabrina fell beside her. "He… he needs to get up for javelin at the Olympics… with those skills!" Her flat hand smacked the floor as their shoulders collided.
The two of them were gone—hiccuping, howling, gasping for air like possessed hyenas. Their shoulders collided, tails thrashing in a tangled frenzy that brushed thighs and calves with feathery sparks. The jolts lingered past the laughter, each bump sending heat pooling low, breaths mingling hot and ragged in the narrowing corridor.
Hinata's corset heaved with aftershocks, her hand absently tracing the low dip, fingers brushing the swell of her breast through the tight corset, the fabric pressing back against her touch as her nipple perked—traitorous and tingling. The touch pulled a soft hitch from her throat, lingering like a dare. She shifted slightly, a shiver running down her spine, subtly pressing forward as if silently offering herself.
Sabrina's tail curled deliberately, brushing against Hinata's knee like a secret invitation, and a jolt of awareness ran through her. Heat pooled lower, and Hinata's breath hitched, eyes darkening with want, as Sabrina's free hand slid across the narrow space to her halter, fingers tracing the warm swell of her breast through the tight corset. With a bold, exploratory press, Sabrina's thumb circled the hardening peak, drawing a low, startled gasp from Hinata.
"S-Sabrina… Why does this feel… so weird now?" Hinata gasped, half-laughing, half-shivering with something hotter, voice dropping to a shaky, breathy whisper. "Like… good-weird?"
Leaning closer, Sabrina pressed her shoulder against Hinata's, warmth seeping through their tops. Skin brushed skin in fleeting sparks that made every nerve coil, breaths mingling in soft puffs that caught on the hairs at the fox girl's neck. "Because… laughing this hard is… foreplay," she murmured.
A gasp escaped Hinata, voice trembling, heat pooling low. "All the shaking… all the accidental touches… the way your hands and tail tease me… it drives me wild. God… your tail keeps brushing me exactly where it tingles… and it feels so damn good…"
Pressing closer, Sabrina let her fingers graze the inside of Hinata's thigh, trailing just enough to make her shiver. Her tail flicked teasingly along Hinata's hip, brushing against the lower back in a soft, deliberate stroke. "Mmm… you feel so… good," she murmured, voice low and shaky, eyes dark with mischief.
Hinata lifted her tail, curling it gently into her hand, silky fur catching the corridor light. With deliberate, teasing motions, she guided it over Sabrina's flushed face, down her neck, tracing the swell of her perky breasts. Sparks flared along the touch, and Sabrina squealed, curling closer, shivers rolling in waves over her shoulders and spine. Hinata's hand continued to steer the tail, letting it slither lower, teasing over the curve of her back, following the line of her spine with ticklish, calculated strokes… before dipping teasingly between her thighs, brushing softly over sensitive skin.
"Mmmmm…" Sabrina moaned, voice low and trembling. "When you talked about being naked at the sleepover with the bunny girls… I got really, really jealous because..."
"Why?" Hinata asked, tail flicking teasingly, lips curling into a mischievous smirk.
"Because… I've been dying to see you… completely naked," Sabrina admitted, voice low and trembling, cheeks flushed, breath hitching with need. Her gaze roamed over every curve of Hinata's body—the dip of her corset, the swell of her breasts, the teasing rise of her hips beneath the skirt. "All my life… I've been your best friend… And now you're… evolved… so damn sexy… I need to see everything… everything beneath your clothes."
Hinata's gaze roamed Sabrina's body. She drank in the way the leather halter clung to the swell of her breasts and the tight miniskirt hiked just enough to reveal the curve of her hips. Her clawed-gloved fingers twitched, flexing as if eager to trace the smooth skin she imagined beneath.
Slowly, deliberately, she let the tips graze Sabrina's thigh, nails brushing lightly over the leather, sending tiny shivers up her own spine.
Her eyes lingered on the rise of Sabrina's ass, on the tempting hollow of her back, every glance mapping out what she longed to touch. A sly, teasing grin spread across her lips, eyes sparkling with mischief. "I've got a secret too… when you pulled up your skirt to pee on the teacher… I was totally looking at your ass."
"You were?!"
Finger pressed to her lips, Hinata smiled slyly. "And I liked what I saw… very much so."
Sliding her hand along Hinata's thigh to steady herself, Sabrina let her nails drag lightly across the skin. Sparks of tingling pleasure shot up through her, pooling hot and needy, and the corridor seemed to tilt—every nerve alive with teasing, electric contact.
Hinata's gaze snagged on the tripping hazard sign in the corridor, beside a puddle of Bishop's scattered fluids. A wicked, slow smirk spread across her face, like a secret shared only between them.
Catching her gaze, Sabrina let out a low, breathy laugh, vibrating against Hinata's shoulder. "They'll need a fresh one soon… for us."
A soft gasp escaped Hinata as laughter tumbled into something hotter, tail twitching against her back in a mischievous rhythm. Sparks travelled from tail to thighs with every brush, teasing deep, sensitive spots.
Their eyes locked, dark and hungry. Fingers twitched, and tails curled and intertwined, brushing over hips, thighs, and low curves with deliberate pressure, teasing, stroking, and pleasuring each other as magical sparks flared along the fur. Heat pooled low in both their bodies, tingling and demanding.
"Toilet. Now," Sabrina breathed, low and urgent, "before we both explode… all over this corridor floor!"
Hinata's breath caught, shivers racing from ears to tail tip. Thighs pressed together, heat pressing insistent and needy.
"I'm ready," she whispered, eyes glinting with Kitsune mischief, hand brushing Sabrina's wrist—fingers lingering, nails grazing like a promise.
Tails knotted tight, bodies pressed together, and they stumbled inside. The door clicked shut behind them, muffling the academy's hum.
Giggles dissolved into gasps as hands finally explored the curves that had teased them all along. Tails entwined in erotic play, each flick sending jolts of pleasure rippling through their heated, tangled bodies.