Cheeks burning with more than just exertion, Hinata felt a spark of excitement deep down—the kind of thrill she couldn't resist. 'This is dangerous,' her logical side protested. This was crazy. But the part of her that loved this cat-and-fembird game ignored all reason.
Meanwhile, Sabrina seemed to thrive under the spotlight. Her grin was feral, eyes shining with mischief as she navigated the maze of halls.
"And they loved every second, didn't they?" she laughed.
Sabrina's words hung in the air like a spark, her low laugh echoing off the lockers as they rounded a corner.
Hinata's pulse raced—bolted whispers from those guys lingered like phantom touches, their hunger stoking the slick heat trailing down her thighs. Every step smeared it further, lips rubbing with friction, clit peeking sensitively under the draught.
They saw everything, she thought, shivers racing from fox ears to tail. And they wanted more.
"Yeah," she whispered, cheeks flaming, catching Sabrina's golden gaze. "Felt like their eyes were fucking us right there."
Her claws grazed Sabrina's hips—firm, dimpling flesh pulling a shared gasp. Tails flicked in sync, sparks dancing between bare curves like a secret spell.
A sharp clack of heels cut through the hum, precise and authoritative.
They froze, naked, water pooling at their feet.
Ms. Vespera appeared, bun perfect, glasses low, her gaze sweeping over the two magical girls—curves heaving, nipples pebbled, asses quivering, thighs slick with shared release. Her lips twitched—not shock, but appraisal.
Her voice was velvet over steel, echoing softly in the suddenly quiet hall.
"I want a word with you girls."
Hinata's stomach dropped, core clenching in dread and traitorous thrill. Busted. Visions flashed: detention in the flooded stall, the janitor's scarred glare, expulsion for turning Brightwater's plumbing into a foxfire fountain.
She pressed closer to Sabrina, chest brushing the cat girl's back, tails coiling tight—sparks zapping faint, grounding her in skin-on-skin heat.
Sabrina's grin faltered, claws flexing, but she didn't cover up. She arched her spine, letting her swells thrust proudly, her ass flexing defiantly under the teacher's stare.
"M‑Ms. Vespera," Hinata stammered, lavender eyes wide, ears flattening pink. "We... it was an accident. The sinks… they just... exploded."
Slick beads ran down her seam at the lie, twisting her nerves into knots of heat. Gods, she's seeing it all… our mess, our glow, the way we're still dripping for each other.
The teacher adjusted her glasses, stepping closer, charcoal and linseed oil mingling with their musk. Her eyes traced the water-slick trails over taut midriffs, thighs parted just so.
"Accidents happen, dears. But this..."
Her gaze sharpened on their joined tails, sparks flickering like lewd fireflies.
"This looks like an opportunity."
Sabrina tilted her head, golden eyes playful despite the knot in her gut.
"Opportunity?" she echoed, voice laced with a hunter's edge, hip canting to flash the pink swell of her folds—parted, glistening, clit winking like a dare.
Ms. Vespera smiled, thin but genuine.
"My nude model art class starts in five. No volunteers this term… everyone's too buttoned-up for the raw form, the vulnerability of the bare line."
She gestured at their bodies: Sabrina's perky swells, nipples dark beacons; Hinata's heart-shaped ass, cheeks flushed; slick trails down inner seams, tails swishing alive.
"But you two... magical girls, bold as foxfire and cat-spark. You're already comfortable being naked. And extra credit? It'll polish those transcripts like gold leaf."
Hinata blinked, heat flooding her cheeks, core spasming at the casual assessment—like sculptures posed for worship.
Extra credit?
It was a lifeline, a twist from punishment to prize, but posing under a roomful of eyes? Pencils scratching every curve?
Her nipples tightened, slick gushing faint as her tail uncoiled from Sabrina's calf, sparks dancing over Ms. Vespera's shoes.
"You... you mean it? Right now?"
"Precisely," the teacher said, turning on her heel. "Studio 7. Don't dawdle—the light's perfect."
Sabrina's laugh bubbled, filthy and free, hand finding Hinata's in a slick squeeze.
"Extra credit and a captive audience? Fuck yes."
She tugged Hinata along, bare feet padding eagerly, corridor draughts kissing heated skin like applause.
The studio door creaked to a hush of easels and charcoal dust, heads snapping up—mostly guys, wands forgotten, eyes widening at the dripping duo.
Clearing her throat, Ms. Vespera gestured to the dais: a low platform bathed in slanting light, with a velvet drape rumpled like an invitation. Class, your models today are Hinata Kitsune and Sabrina Catsune. Study every curve, every line… they're in their natural state, so observe carefully. Don't worry—they won't bite unless you ask.
"Fuck... those tits... perky, nipples like black pearls hardening," a front-row guy rasped, eyes glued to Sabrina's heaving swells. His buddy stared at the V of her hips... swollen lips glistening, clit throbbing, pulse snapping his blunt quill.
"And that ass... gods, rounded cheeks clenching, dimples winking with every tail flick. Two magical girls dripping real... tails sparking? My cock's twitching... this isn't art; it's torture porn."
In the next row, three more burnt hotter. A broad-shouldered artist muttered, elbow-jabbing mates, memorising Hinata's form.
Ms. Vespera let the storm brew, lips quirking, clapping once... crisp, unyielding.
"Thrill's a fine muse, class... but harness it. They're not mere flesh... they're essence—vital, arcing with magic you couldn't conjure. Etch the fire... or fade in the smoke."
Hinata's and Sabrina's breaths hitched as Ms. Vespera guided them onto the dais, the wood cool under their bare soles, silence thickening to a hum of held breaths.
She positioned herself first, back to the light—legs shoulder-width, hip cocked to accent her ass, chest thrusting, nipples pebbled, tail swishing slow.
Slick trailed faintly down her thigh, fox ears perked defiantly, pencils scratching to life: midriff shining water-slick, swollen lips parting, clit peeking like a hidden pearl.
Sabrina mirrored her, facing the window—thighs splayed, swells heaving, dark nipples catching the sun, ass rounded, cleft teasing lingering musk.
Her tail curled over one shoulder, jingling faintly, golden eyes locking on Hinata's.
Front row guys shifted, gazes devouring curves, quivering cores, breaths syncing to charcoal scritch-scritch.
Heat coiled low in Hinata, walls fluttering, every line a stroke on her skin.
But Sabrina's gaze zapped hottest—feral, possessive, lips curving in a smirk that promised later.
Hinata met it, lavender eyes smouldering, slick trailing as she mouthed silently: They want us. But you're mine.
Sabrina's tail lashed, sparks faint, twin shudders pulling the class closer, pencils faltering.
Ms. Vespera circled, murmuring corrections—softer on the tail's arc, capture the spark—but the girls held still, alive under scrutiny, smiles blooming slow and shared.
This wasn't punishment; it was coronation—naked queens etched eternal, comfortable in their skin, in each other, academy eyes just sparks to their flame. Ms. Vespera clapped once more, the sound slicing through the fevered hum like a brushstroke on canvas. "Excellent… now, a dynamic shift. Ladies, turn for us. Slow, deliberate... let the light play across your forms. Class, note how movement reveals the negative space, the interplay of shadow and gleam."
Hinata's pulse quickened, lavender eyes flicking to Sabrina's in a silent here we go, thrill zapping low like foxfire on dry tinder. She pivoted first, hips swaying with cat-like grace borrowed from her partner. Back arched just enough to thrust her heart-shaped ass into profile, cheeks flexing round under the slanting sun, cleft parting subtly, slick beading along her inner seam. Water from the flood glistened on her skin, tracing lazy paths over dimples where claws had dug earlier. Her tail swished low and sassy, sparks arcing toward the front row like a flirtatious wink. Her cute, perky tits shifted with the turn, nipples pebbling pinker in the draught, brushing the velvet drape with a whisper-soft drag.
Sabrina mirrored her motion, golden eyes smouldering. Thighs parted a fraction wider, perky swells bouncing free, dark nipples catching the light like polished onyx. She let her ass lead the turn, cheeks clenching deliberately, cleft winking to reveal the pink swell of her folds. Clit peeked bold and throbbing. Her tail curled high over one shoulder, jingling faintly, brushing the nape of her neck, sparks dancing down her spine. Slick trailed fresh from the exposure, pooling at her knee. A front-row mutter broke free: "Fuck… that curve…"
The class leaned in, easels creaking, whispers swelling—but Ms. Vespera cut through with a nod, stepping onto the dais edge. Finger extended like a conductor's baton, hovering near Sabrina's swells. "Here… see the shading on her breasts? That soft gradient from the areola's edge to the curve's swell. Capture it, class. Blend your charcoal for that velvet depth, the way it invites the eye to linger."
Heat flooded low through Sabrina's core as the words landed, nipples tightening further, fresh slick beading between her thighs like liquid invitation.
Biting her lip, Hinata turned to present her side profile, cocking her hip high to accent the waist flaring to heart-ass. The flat plane of her midriff shimmered with residual water, guiding the eye down to parted, swollen lips, clit visibly pulsing and aching. Ms. Vespera traced a finger through the air along the trail.
"And you, Miss Kitsune… note the highlight on her hip's contour, the shadow pooling in the gluteal fold. It's living anatomy; sketch the tension, how muscle yields to softness. Use your thumb to smudge that edge… make it breathe."
Hinata's breath hitched, walls fluttering empty under the casual dissection. A guy in the front row groaned, "Shit, that fold… it's begging for—" but choked under Vespera's glance. The teacher's finger lingered above Hinata's inner thigh, where slick gleamed brightest. "The negative space between her legs… delicate, charged. Don't shy from the moisture's sheen; it's form's truth, the light refracting like dew on silk. Render it honest, or you miss the essence."
The girls locked eyes, lavender meeting gold in a smouldering vow. Sabrina's tail lashed, brushing Hinata's calf with a zap that made them both quiver, sparks arcing like shared secrets. Heat coiled relentlessly, every shift and point turning their skin to live canvas, bodies alive and electric.
Ms. Vespera stepped back, satisfied.
"Again… circle the dais. Let them see the full revolution."
They moved in sync, hips swaying, asses flexing, swells bouncing. Tails entwined mid-turn like a lewd knot, sparks bridging the gap in a halo of fire. Mutters crested filthy: "Turn slower… fuck, that clit just winked," "Her tail's zapping like it's calling us"—but the girls held the power, smiles blooming slow, shared, coronation in motion.
As light shifted gold, the bell tolled distant, but neither moved—locked in that gaze, tails entwining mid-air like a vow.
Worth every flood, Hinata thought, grinning. The next one was ours to drown.