The Brightwater Academy public toilet was now an intimate world, charged with tension and heat. Hinata's words and the raw hunger in her gaze sent a shiver down Sabrina's spine—an irresistible lure, impossible to resist.
Slowly, deliberately, Sabrina pressed her body close, golden eyes glinting with feral hunger. Her lips trailed wet, teasing kisses over the curves of Hinata's clothed chest, brushing over the fabric that hid her breasts, nipping and sucking with predatory precision. Her tongue flicked the hardening peaks through the lace with a wet drag that pulled a breathless whimper from the fox girl's lips.
Her claw-tipped fingers traced the seams of the corset and miniskirt, tugging and scraping just enough to make Hinata gasp and shiver, hips pressing instinctively into the teasing touch. The metal tips hooked the corset's lace with a sting that zapped straight to her core, heat flooding low as the fabric strained, begging to give.
"Sabrina..." Hinata whispered, breathless, eyes blazing with desire. "I want to feel your claws... ripping through my clothes... leaving nothing but tatters." Her hips arched forward instinctively, seeking contact. "Don't hesitate... I'm yours to claim."
A sharp breath hitched from Sabrina's throat, claws flexing harder against the seams as she pinched the lace edge with a slow pull that stretched the corset taut. The threat of a rip made Hinata's thighs quiver and her breasts heave into the cat girl's mouth, nipples throbbing under the suck.
"Your clothes… they won't last much longer," she purred, voice low and throaty, vibrating against Hinata's skin. "Every inch… every fold… I want to claim them all."
Her hands wandered, brushing along the thin fabric that hid Hinata's most sensitive places. The heat radiating off her, the trembling of her thighs, the quickening of her breath—it all told Sabrina exactly how much she wanted it. Every slight arch, every gasp, every shiver made it clear: Hinata was ready—desperate, even—for her feral touch.
Leaning lower, Sabrina pressed wet kisses to the top of Hinata's skirt, her mouth ghosting over the swell of her hips, hands sliding along the edge of the miniskirt to tease and tug. "So soft… so ready… so alive for me," she whispered, claws flexing against the seams, leaving Hinata quivering in helpless anticipation.
"You want it… don't you?" Sabrina growled, letting her feral instincts take over. "Want me to claim every last piece… make you mine… right here, right now…"
"Sabrina…" Hinata gasped, the words a breathless plea. Her tail tightened around Sabrina's wrist, a desperate, intimate embrace. "Don't hold back… I want this. I need it… I am yours… completely."
Hinata's knees buckled, but she caught herself against the cool tile wall, sinking into a slow, swaying lean—fox ears flattening as she arched her back in a graceful, exposed bow, body taut and trembling like an offering held upright for the taking.
Arms lifted overhead, stretching the scarlet corset tight across her heaving chest, the gold-edged crimson miniskirt riding high over parted thighs that quivered in open invitation. Flame-patterned stockings clung to her calves, and her flame-crimson hair spilt wildly around her shoulders like a halo.
Her tail curled submissively at her side, eyes dark and pleading as she gazed up at Sabrina—corset laces and skirt seams bared and begging for claws, the yielding gaps framing every curve for the cat girl's hungry eyes, skin safe and shimmering in the vulnerable hold.
Sabrina's breath hitched, her cat eyes darkening with raw hunger as she circled Hinata slowly, like prey scented in the stall's dim light.
"You're mine now, Foxfire," she purred, voice low and ragged, her claw-tipped gloves trailing feather-light down the fox girl's arm, nails grazing the seam of her scarlet corset just enough to sting sweetly, pulling a shiver that arched Hinata's back into the touch. "Gonna mark you… shred you… until you beg for more."
SCHRRRRRRT—
Sabrina's claws tore through the corset laces in one vicious yank, silk shredding like tissue paper under her razor-tipped gloves. The halves peeled away, dangling from Hinata's shoulders as her breasts swelled against the thin bra beneath—pebbled nipples straining the lace, flushed dark under the flickering lights, every heave a teasing beg for the cat girl's mouth.
"Fuck—!" Hinata gasped, back arching instinctively as Sabrina's teeth found her collarbone, biting down hard enough to brand, tongue soothing the sting with a wet lap that pulled a whimper from her throat.
But Sabrina wasn't done. With a growl vibrating against Hinata's throat, she dragged one clawed hand down the fox girl's stomach—slow, deliberate—before hooking into the waistband of her flame-patterned stockings.
A sharp twist of her wrist and rrrriiiip went the delicate fabric, garters snapping like overstrung guitar strings as nylon ribbons fluttered to the floor between them in tattered shreds, baring smooth thighs that quivered under the cool air kiss.
Hinata shuddered violently at every stroke of cool air against newly exposed skin… only to whine high in her throat when Sabrina suddenly spun her around and shoved her face first against the sink counter.
Her ass pressed flush against Sabrina's leather-clad hips as nimble claws made quick work of what remained: gold-edged miniskirt
—Shink!—
Torn clean off with a metallic rip, the fabric parting like a curtain to frame the lace panties clinging damp to her curves, the bra still taut across her heaving breasts, nipples throbbing against the lace like a heartbeat begging to be freed.
Claws hovered at the bra's clasp and the panty's seam, nails grazing the lace edges in teasing threats—the promise of more shreds making Hinata's breath hitch into a needy sob, her body trembling open for the next claim.
A shaky breath escaped Sabrina as her catlike eyes raked over Hinata's exposed form with raw, unblinking hunger. The scarlet corset hung in shredded lace scraps, the gold-edged crimson miniskirt reduced to fluttering ribbons. Only the bra cradled her perky C-cups, nipples straining the delicate lace like dark secrets begging to be freed, while the lace panties clung damp to her thighs—translucent where heat soaked through, outlining the needy swell of her folds.
A low purr rolled from Sabrina's chest as her tail flicked slow and deliberate. She leaned closer, nose brushing Hinata's skin, inhaling the musky heat like a drug. Her tongue flicked out in a cat-like lap, tasting the lace edge, pulling a whimper from the fox girl's throat. Claws flexed, hovering over every edge—bra strap, panty seam—like promises wrapped in threat.
"Look at you, Foxfire," Sabrina murmured, breath warm and husky against her ear, her voice a velvet growl vibrating through Hinata's core. "So bare… so mine to unravel… every inch screaming for my claws." Each touch, each lick, drew shivers and whimpers from Hinata, her body trembling under Sabrina's feral hunger, words sinking into her like fire to her bones.
Hinata's gaze dropped to the floor—corset scraps like crimson confetti, miniskirt ribbons like fallen leaves, stockings in limp tatters. Regret flickered, sharp and sudden. Oh god… it's all gone, she thought, heat flushing her cheeks, tail curling tight around Sabrina's leg.
But the regret melted into something hotter as her eyes met Sabrina's feral grin. Claws hovered at her bra clasp and panty seam, the lace straining, the fabric begging to break. Soon… all gone. Bare. Hers. A soft, trembling moan escaped: "Ah… ahhh…"
Hunger sank into her bones. Hinata's fox tail slithered from its curl, wrapping possessively around Sabrina's thigh—fur coiling from knee to hip, tip brushing the miniskirt seam, dragging up to hook the damp crease where thigh met heat.
Sabrina's breath caught. The tail was too warm, too pulsing, connected to Hinata's back, to the lace clinging to her folds. It flexed against her skin like a living extension of desire, teasing higher, brushing her bare core, jolting her clit, thighs quivering, heat flooding through her.
"Fuck… your tail… It's alive… Squeeze me harder," she gasped, panting.
Something inside her snapped. Claw-tipped gloves flexed as Sabrina circled Hinata like prey, the fox tail trailing close behind, stroking her thigh with every step. Each brush of fur over her folds came feather-light—sending sparks of need flickering through her core. "No more waiting, Foxfire," Sabrina growled, voice rough with want. Her claws caught the bra's lace straps.
—shink—
The fabric parted with a slow rip, baring Hinata's breasts to the cool air. The swell bounced free, nipples hard and begging, Sabrina's tongue darting out to lap one in a wet circle that drew a cry from Hinata's lips.
The claws dipped lower, hooking the lace panties with a tug that stretched the damp fabric against her folds before shredding it in a snap.
—rrrriip—
The seams gave, air stinging her wet skin, baring Hinata completely. Her thighs trembled open as the scraps fluttered to the floor like defeated flags.
Sabrina stepped back, breath ragged, cat eyes devouring the sight—Hinata's exposed form shimmering under the fluorescent hum. The scarlet corset hung in lace tatters from her shoulders, the bra barely holding her perky C-cups, nipples dark and hard, straining through the damp lace with every heave. The swell of her breasts rose and fell in a rhythm that made Sabrina's mouth water.
Below, the gold-edged crimson miniskirt lay in ribbons at her feet, leaving Hinata's ass bare and glorious—firm, rounded cheeks quivering with every shiver, the smooth curves dimpling where Sabrina's claws had grazed. A perfect heart shape, heat radiating from the cleft like an open flame, drew Sabrina irresistibly closer.
The shredding had bared her completely. The lace panties reduced to a single frayed thread, snapping away with the final rip, leaving her pussy exposed in all its slick, vulnerable glory.
The outer lips flushed pink and swollen, parting slightly with each trembling breath to reveal the glistening inner folds, slick with arousal that trailed in a thin, shiny thread down her thigh. The tight entrance clenched around nothing in needy pulses, the clit peeking, swollen and begging—every inch dripping with the fox girl's heat, the scent musky and sweet like forbidden nectar.
It pulled Sabrina's gaze, locking her onto the invitation that made her own core throb in envy.
The fox tail coiled with her leg, fur brushing, pulsing warm, tip flicking teasing circles near her heat. Sabrina's claws itched, hand reaching for the base, feeling the fur quiver like a heartbeat.
"I thought… just a tail gimmick," Sabrina whispered, awe breaking her voice. "But it's alive… moving for me… fuck, Foxfire."
Hinata whimpered, tail tightening, dragging higher, need and vulnerability burning together, eyes glinting, begging for the next shred, the next claim.