Dire Straits

Thank God, Manami wasn’t here. That the worst, thought, really knowing there was a chance the psycho could come waltzing it any give moment and compound her problems exponentially. Fumika was a hellion by herself, but mixing those two together? That was a recipe for the worst kind of torture imaginable.  She had to put a stop to this, and fast.

At first, she thought her efforts were in vain. Her body was rapidly losing strength as both the sucking and sizzling pain in her wound took their toll, sapping away at her usual-bottomless stamina. Tough as she was, the human body had limits, and she was nearing hers - not that it would stop Fumika from continuing to tear her apart, she was sure. Thankfully, her desperation paid off, and she was able to smash her way out of Fumika’s tantalizing and terrifying grip, flopped down to the floor and standing up as fast as her aching limbs would allow.

No sooner had she got upright, though, than Fumika started putting that honeyed tongue to work again. Kaede stood and stared, breathing hard while she spoke, processing every word. She wasn’t wrong, really. It wasn’t in Kaede’s nature to run, even when running was probably a good idea. Was that about to change? Should it? Her body hurt so much, that wound felt like fire, and she wasn’t sure how to turn this around.

Kaede bit her lip, deliberating for a few seconds, before she turned away from Fumika and started to bolt for the door…

...only to spin about at the last second, shoot her leg around in a wild arc, and throw some of her precious reserves into a roundhouse kick aimed at Fumika’s face.  It wasn’t that much, but she was banking on the element of surprise to help her out like it did with Yuki. Just a moment of vulnerability, that was all she wanted.

Fumika eyed the girl carefully after she said her words. For a few seconds, she wasn’t sure what was going to happen. Kaede could try making for the door. But she was also tired, injured, and a bit flustered. Even if she made it out, there was Yuki waiting for her in the living room. And beyond that, she was half-naked. Probably wasn’t going to get far outside before she ended up in the back of a police cruiser. Or she could face the music like a proud woman. But, it seems like the punkette was anything but that, as she turned and looked ready to sprint for the exit.

“Coward.”

Those were the only words to leave her mouth before Kaede snapped around. A serious fire was lit in her eyes. This girl wasn’t running.

Fumika didn’t share Yuki’s reverence for the Wolf Mother, but to an extent, she sometimes wished she was more like Manami. The woman had a killer instinct that often meant life or death in the middle of a fight. Sure, her specialties didn’t exactly mirror hers, but it was that drive, that intuition that she was often missing. Her sweet talking and careful deductions were all that got her away.

But she wasn’t Manami. Her speed, her strength, her ferocity. None of it. If she were anything like the Wolf Mother, she wouldn’t have smelt it on her. The scent of a coward. She would have known something was wrong. And she wouldn’t have taken that kick to the face.

“Gah!”

Damn it, this girl could kick. Even if it was a surprise attack, her experience as a karate practitioner clearly wasn’t lost on her. Fumika fell back and onto the pillows, clutching her face tightly from the impact. Her face scrunched as she held her nose and cheeks tightly in her palms. Kaede had earned herself a moment’s reprieve, but the she-wolf wasn’t intent on letting her get away with it. She was going to feel this girl erupt. She had to. It just wasn’t going to be right now.

Kaede could be, at times, dense. Thick. Harder than a fucking rock.  She wasn’t always the sharpest knife in the crayon box, as anyone could figure out from a cursory glance at her high school record.

But, when the time came, she could be clever. She was smart enough to know that there was no way she was getting out of this apartment unless they let her out, and she knew the only way to get out in one piece was to make Fumika come. She was smart enough to know that she couldn’t overpower either of them, that they would beat her down even if she was at 100% - which she wasn’t. She was smart enough to know that the only way to win was do what she’d done with Yuki - outsmart her. Use the appearance of weakness to her advantage.

She was also smart enough to know that she had better capitalize on the opening she’d created damn fast, before Fumika got her bearings back and did unspeakable things to her.

Pouncing like a feral cat, she leaped onto Fumika’s fallen form, turned about to face her legs, and straddled her stomach, dropping all the weight she had rough on her. With all the pain she had, even that burst of movement hurt like blazes, but she pushed past it long enough to do what needed to be done, ignoring the numbing pain coming from her shoulder.

”Fuck, come on!” Without any pretense or preamble, she plunged three of her fingers into Fumika’s pussy and began to jackhammer away at it, plunging it in and out and in and out and in and out, furiously attempting to work her to an orgasm before she could recover.

The feeling was just starting to come back into her face when she felt Kaede bearing down on her. Even before it happened, she sensed it. The utter desperation in her movements to prevent Fumika from standing up and keeping her pinned down. To stop her from getting up and slamming her into the bed with reckless abandon before making that festered wound of hers look like a paper cut. Then, she’d make her cum while she wailed and pleaded like a maniac. Smart girl.

Fumika’s plans were delayed indefinitely by an ass in her face. Quite a sizable ass, too. Looked firm and delectable. Of course, the blue-eyed woman already knew exactly what she was doing. Inwardly, she both steeled herself and tried to think of a way to prevent what the punkette was about to do. In the end, nothing came to her, and those fingers made their way firmly into her warm folds.

“A-aaaaaaahhhhhh!”

Oh my, she was good with her fingers. Fumika absolutely loved this aggressive side of her. The movements were wild and erratic, but they struck with such strong, rhythmic force that she couldn’t help but let out a low, guttural moan against it. Her renewed vigor was certainly being put to good use. The pace was unreal. It felt as though her pussy were about to break in half. Her mind was dashed and struggling a bit to think of a way out of this situation. Until she realized that the answer was right in front of her. Kaede had made a big mistake in her hurry. The part she needed to protect most was now vulnerable.

“T-that’s it, Kaede! Ah! Y-you’re a-ah-amazing!” Reaching underneath her pillow, the she-wolf would bring out a long, dark, plastic dildo and holding it in the air as she aimed towards her target. It was nothing flashy. No grooves, no vibration, just genuine and comfortable design. More than enough to satisfy someone as sexually feeble as her lover. “Let’s do it, Komatsuzaki-san! T-together! Now!”

With that, Fumika would shove the instrument into Kaede’s yearning pussy, pumping in and out with hurried force. She may have had a head start and was pumping with more energy, but Fumika wasn’t deterred. It hardly even mattered to her who would cum at this point. So long as she saw the punkette unravel all over her, Fumika was convinced she was living in heaven for the time being, tearing into each other like there was no tomorrow.

Things got weird in a hurry. An odd thing to say, really, considering Kaede’s position, but there was just no better way to put it.

There’d been, furiously finger-fucking Fumika to a frothing finale. There wasn’t much technique to it, just simple thrusting. It probably wouldn’t have gotten her too far in normal circumstances, but it was clear to see that the busty beauty was hot right now for a number of reasons. The sex was keeping her wet, not to mention getting turned on by Kaede’s agony. A weird thing to work with, but she was in no position to be picky. It was fuck or be fucked.

She’d thought she was in the clear, and for a few moments, that certainly seemed to be the case. Fumika was busy writhing beneath her, caught up in the moment, and most importantly, not crushing her or ripping open her wounds. It seemed like her technique was working wonders, too,  rapidly getting her to the edge. She could feel Fumika moving behind her, but whatever she was doing, it didn’t seem to involve getting her off.

...actually, no, it did involve getting her off. Just not like Kaede had picture. ”What’re you-”

Kaede shrieked as her incomplete question was answered, the dildo plunging deep into her pussy and lighting her sex on fire. All of the sudden it was a race, one that she had a head start in, but Fumika was rapidly closing in. She was hurt, but she was still reeling from the earlier efforts. She would come. She just had to make sure she came in second.

As the seconds sped by, she could feel the waves crashing through her body, the euphoria taking over. The climax was coming, just a little more. She couldn’t stop it, and she just hoped that Fumika had the same problem it.

It happened. All at once, her sex started gushing out, emptying over Fumika’s body, spilling out in bursts. She was so taken by her orgasm that she could scarcely notice if her ‘opponent’ was doing the same, as what little strength she had left fled her body. Exhausted beyond belief, Kaede slumped down and collapsed on Fumika’s body, laying there as dead weight. ”God...oh, god…”

Everything was happening in a blur. Fumika pistoned the dildo in and out of Kaede’s pussy without a second thought. Her mind was far gone, lost in the pleasure that the karate girl’s triple finger attack was giving her. It was coming, it was absolutely inevitable that it was going to happen, but she was still determined to see Kaede come first. To feel the warmth coat her face before she returned the gesture with equal amounts of generosity.

And then, the moment she thought of that, her climax burst through in droves. It was violent and harsh. Her sex exploded and dampened the sheets beneath her. She let out a loud, piercing cry into the ceiling, slowly dying down into a sporadic, quieter yelps. Sweat coated and glistened her entire body as she let out heavy breaths beneath her lover, whom was going through the same orgasmic fit.

After the rush came and went, Fumika honestly couldn’t tell who came first. And for the longest time, she honestly didn’t care. Kaede had proven herself to be one of the best lovers she had ever had. Even if their time together was short, she had put up a fight no matter the obstacle. She didn’t run, she didn’t cry, she didn’t beg. Okay, maybe she begged a little, but it was less than most people did. Not to mention her attitude. She good do with another rough and tumble monster to share her bedsheets.

But for now, she discarded those thoughts. There was still the test to take into account, and for the moment, she couldn’t be more lost. Kaede came. Fumika came. And there wasn’t an ounce of logic being used between those two events. Once the last bits of pleasure began to taper off, Fumika looked down at Kaede sprawled out over her. A genuine, pleasant smile overtook her face as she saw the brawler tired and sweating atop her ample chest. Whatever efforts she had given, it was her absolute best, and Fumika could be satisfied with that.

Running her hands down Kaede’s back, she lifted her up off of her before slowly moving to the side and making her way to the her knees. From there, she cradled Kaede’s head in her, running another hand down her toned and bare form.

“You pass.” She breathed, placing her tired lover down on the sheets. Slowly, she made her way on top of her, looking down as she ran a hand down her face, feeling their chests breathing heavily against one another. “With flying colors.”

That was easily the most confusing ten minutes of Kaede’s entire life. In less than 600 seconds, she’d gone from elation to agony and then to a strange mixture of the two. She’d gone through heaven and hell, satisfaction and suffering, all rolled into an indecipherable hodgepodge of emotion that threatened to blow her over. She’d cum, Fumika had cum, and that was all she could really say for sure. Oh, and her shoulder hurt like blazes and she should probably get it looked at in the near future. She was having trouble moving her arm, and that could only wind up being bad.

For a moment - a long, weird, sweaty moment - Kaede just laid there and let everything sink in. She hadn’t run, so she had that to be proud of. She was still there, still surviving. She’d taken all that they had to throw at her and gave everything she had in return, and now she could just barely move. So, with that in mind,  there was only one question left to ask: was it enough?

As it turned out, the answer was yes. At least, that was what Fumika seemed to think, and she wasn’t about to convince her otherwise.

Kaede was a ragdoll as Fumika lifted her up and held her close, with an embrace so tender that it was hard to believe this was the same woman who’d been ripping her apart just moments ago and was the reason her shoulder felt like someone had stuck a hot poker in it. She didn’t fight it, didn’t want to - comfort was comfort, and she’d take it gladly from any source at this point.

It was over. That was all that matter. Which brought up another important question.

”That’s...that’s good to know.” She sighed and closed her eyes. It was tempting to drift off to sleep, but she still didn’t trust them nearly enough for that. ”So...now what?”

Kaede seemed really out of it from the look of her. The punkette looked as though she were about to fall asleep. In any other situation, Fumika would have let her drift away and curled up next to her. Watch her chest rise and fall with ease before joining her in an endless, comforting subspace. It was very tempting. Almost too much so.

“Now?” She leaned down and caught her lazy lips in a firm kiss. She started whispering against her lips, keeping contact with her closed eyelids. “Now, we keep you awake for one.” She gave her another kiss, quicker this time, but just as passionate. “Then...I don’t know.” Then another kiss. “We could go again.” Another kiss. “We could invite Yuki in.” Peck. “We could all pass out on the couch.” Smeck. “We can even go out for a while if you like.”

One last kiss and she stood up, straddling her waist before gracefully swiping her hair back. As the thoughts raced through her mind, she was forced to set them aside just as quickly as they came. This girl had one last obstacle to go through before the end of her struggle. The light at the end of the tunnel, obscured by the shadow of a great wolf.

“But that’s for another day. We should get dressed. There’s some cleaning solution for your wound in the nightstand if you think you need it. Other than that, I believe Manami should be back by now. We’ll tell her the results and she’ll make the final decision.” Fumika gasped, then let out a slight giggle. Slowly but surely, it escalated into a full, hysterical laugh. “She might have been listening too! Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?!”

With that she flew herself off of Kaede’s midsection, letting the laughs die down as she grabbed a few tissues and wiped the afterglow from her sex and thighs. Nonchalantly tossing the box back to bed in case her lover needed them, she carefully slipped her bottoms back on. Then she caught a shiver. Ew, they were damp. She really needed a shower after this, but first was the induction ceremony. Or the execution. Can't be sure of which. It was out of her hands now.

Still, she couldn't help but feel the atmosphere in the room. There was a dread. A looming darkness that was weighing down on the both of them. Of course, the she-wolf had nothing to truly fear, but she couldn't say the same of the rookie that looked to be on her last legs. She may have been part of the Pack, but that didn't leave Fumika without her sympathies. It was something she saw often around the orphanage. She'd been in that same spot herself, not too long ago. Sometimes, she could remember how it felt, what it could be like staring certain death right in the face. Sometimes.

“And Kaede.” Fumika got her attention, leaning forward and giving a soft kiss on her former lover’s cheek. “Whatever happens, I’ll make sure everything goes as easy as possible. You’ll be okay.” She placed a hand on her cheek, meeting Kaede with a tender gaze. “I don’t need you to believe me. I’m just telling you how things will be.”

She would then back away and stand to the side. This wasn’t her place. All the blue-eyed woman could do was watch and hope that the person before her had the courage to keep moving. As if she had any room to doubt. The karate girl had come this far. Had suffered through so much. There was no turning back. Fumika would make sure of that.

Despite everything she’d done, despite all the pain she’d put through Kaede through, despite the fact that she’d made the pinkette fear for her life only a few minutes ago, Fumika’s kiss was still welcomed when it came down. She took it with eager lips, and she wasn’t even quite sure why. Of the three wolves, this one was definitely the strangest, the hardest to get a real read on. Manami and Yuki seemed fairly straightforward, saying what they meant and doing what they wanted. This woman was like a living puzzle, which didn’t bode well for Kaede - she’d never completed a jigsaw in her entire life, and she wasn’t that good with crosswords, either.

For now, it seemed - seemed - like she was safe, though Kaede cringed when Fumika mentioned Manami. That was the wrinkle in all of this, wasn’t it? Even if she’d passed, it all came down to whether the psycho accepted that or not. The idea of going through all that pain, all that agony, only for it to get flipped around and mean nothing…it didn’t exactly fill Kaede with comforting thoughts.

And ‘embarrassing’ wasn’t quite the word she’d use. ‘Mortifying’. ‘Terrifying’. ‘Fucking horrible’. She felt those were better fits.

But whatever was going to happen, it was going to happen. She’d done all she could at this point.

She tended to her wound with the cleaning solution Fumika mentioned, hissing and holding back welling tears as she did. The wound was a nasty color and had a weird smell to it that she didn’t even want to know the reason behind it, but the pain was dropping. So that was one less thing to worry about.

Now all she had to think about was whatever was waiting outside that door. Fumika’s assurances were somehow comforting, but only so much. At the end of the day, it all came down to the whims of a crazy woman.

So, with nothing left to lose, Kaede took a deep, long breath, and stepped outside, not knowing what awaited her.

Despite the feverish frenzy overtaking the room down the hall, Yuki was fastly heading down and into a nice little bap. She’d grown more or less accustomed and just settled on tuning them out. To her, those moans may as well have been the sound of the falling rain working its way inside. Less relaxing, of course, but all the same. Something that put her on edge, however, was the sound of the door opening and closing quickly. Yuki snapped her upper body up before twisting around to look over the couch. She relaxed almost immediately when she saw the woman standing across from her, slightly wet and shaking off her boots. Kaede’s little break-in had clearly put the blonde on edge.

“Told you to grab an umbrella.”

Manami Kuroda:

Into the room walked Manami Kuroda. Her jacket slightly damp as she took out her wallet from the pocket and tossed it onto the kitchenette counter. She got out of that storm just in time. She turned to move towards the couch before she heard the moans and cries coming from down the hallway. Yuki noticed something as she crooked her neck slightly before raising an eyebrow.

“What happened here?” Yuki said, tapping her own cheek with her finger. Manami looked at her for a moment before placing a hand on her cheek, feeling the paatch. Oh, she forgot about that.

“I ran into some gentlemanly folk who noticed I was alone and were offering a ‘good time’, in their words. I took them up on their offer.”

“And?”

Manami craned her neck, looking at Yuki before fashioning a wide smile. “And there were good times all around.”

“Punks. I shouldn’t have let you go alone.”

“Well, they do give this city a certain charm. Speaking of which, how’s our friend?”

Yuki opened her mouth to respond when the words died on her lips. All that left was a slight waft of warm air. She turned to look at the Wolf Mother, realized just exactly what she had asked her. She was serious. But that couldn’t be right. How could she...

“You knew?”

“Of course I knew. She hides herself well enough but..” She craned her neck slightly, hearing the orgasm in the other room reach its peak. “...she doesn't know how to hide with the crowds. She sticks out like a sore thumb. I could feel her hatred every step of the way. And I’m going to assume that’s some sort of torturous pleasure going on in there.”

Yuki was going to make a jibe before she actually took a second to think on it. This wasn’t exactly a joking matter. If Kaede was serious about joining them, that meant far more than bragging rights. She could train with them, eat with them, and even live with them

“She wants to join us, Manami.”

There was a bit of a silence. The Wolf Girl merely folded her arms and kept standing straight as she took in her subordinate’s words. She’d seen that expression she was making only a couple times before. This wasn’t a joke. Manami let out a slight chuckle. “Is that so?”

That was when she heard the door open. A wicked smirk overtook her face as she slowly rounded the corner and looked down the corridor. Sure enough, there she was. Standing strongly in the center was Kaede Komatsuzaki. She looked ripe. Lean. Fresh. Manami couldn’t help but lick her lips as she neared closer to her.

“Enjoy yourself?”

Fumika stuck her head out from the corner, leaning her back against the doorway as she looked over the exchange. Yuki stood up from the couch and stood at the end of the corridor. Internally, each of the wolves primed their bodies, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

“So, you want to join the Dire Pack. I would say that was the last thing I expected from you, but you dyed your hair.” Manami reached a hand out and ran it through her locks, inspecting the strands. Not a bad job. A lot of effort must have gone into making herself as invisible as possible. “So I have to say, that is the second to last thing I expected from you. I know Fumika can be rather convincing, but…”

The Wolf Girl let out a couple sniffs, taking in the scent permeating the room. She withdrew her hand and brought it under her chin. Her gaze narrowed as she took a step closer to the karate girl. She could smell it on her. The sweat, the tension, the absolute strain Kaede had just put herself through. This girl really was full of surprises.

“Kaede, I could kill you right now. I’d have us tear you apart right here and now. We’d bleed you, wrap you in trash, and dump your corpse for the rats. So why? Why do this? Why join us?”

If there was any logic to be found in the punkette’s thinking, it wasn’t making itself clear to Manami. The only reason would make itself apparent through Kaede and Kaede alone.