Volume 2 - Arachne Attack, Chapter 12 - Impatient Intruder

Yuisu crawled into bed, sighing in relief at being off of her feet. She had just gotten back home from her shift at the convenience store in town. Back when Haru had first arrived, Yuisu took some time off work to get things squared away at home, and this was her first shift back after that break. It had also been a double-shift, ending at midnight, and Yuisu was thoroughly exhausted.

She snuggled up to her favorite body pillow and closed her eyes. I hope I sleep like a rock tonight. For once, I’d rather not have some sexy dream about Haru.

Just as she started to drift off, the bedroom door banged open.

“Bwuh?” Yuisu jolted upright as a long jagged shadow fell upon her, like terrifying tendrils reaching across the floor from the creature looming in the doorway. She started to freak out until she recognized the silhouette. “What do you want, Mara? I’m trying to sleep,” she groaned.

“Well I’m trying to game! I’ve got the new Fallout game downloading right now, but it says it’ll take like sixteen hours!” She stomped around the room as she ranted, circling Yuisu’s futon. “That’s insane. What kind of third world country is this? We had better internet in Maratus, back when it wasn’t even supposed to exist!”

Yuisu crawled back under her covers and pulled a pillow over her head. Her muffled voice said, “Satellite internet is all we can get out here, and it’s slow as balls. Deal with it.”

Mara wouldn’t settle for that. She pounced on the futon and pulled the blanket back to uncover Yuisu. “Call Agent Will and tell him to get us better internet. I can’t live like this. It’s liminal cruelty!”

Yuisu glanced down at her chest, which was suddenly chilly. Mara’s reckless blanket grab had caught Yuisu’s flannel pajama top and pulled all the buttons loose. Mara followed the gaze and saw Yuisu’s bare breasts on full display.

“Oh god, sorry,” Mara blurted. In a panic, she grabbed the sides of Yuisu’s shirt and pulled them together. She held the shirt closed with her pedipalps and attempted to fasten the buttons with her fingers. Due to her haste and the dim light, all that her floundering managed to do was repeatedly bump into Yuisu’s breasts and brush against her nipples.

Yuisu pulled away and rolled on her side to cover her chest. “I can fix this myself. You’ve done quite enough, Mara.”

Mara leapt off, landing gracefully several feet away. “I’m sorry, Yuisu. I didn’t mean to. I’ll just leave you be…” She slinked out of the room and slid the door closed behind her.

Yuisu fixed her shirt and laid back down. “That girl,” she muttered. “She acts like such a little kid sometimes.” She tossed and turned for a while. But that’s not why I’m so flustered, is it? Being accosted in the night by a mysterious intruder, having my shirt ripped open and my chest fondled. That’s kind of... sexy, Yuri-su thought, before finally falling into a distinctly not-dreamless sleep.

The next afternoon, all three residents of the house were lounging in the living room. Haru and Yuisu sat on the couch while Mara lay on the carpet between the couch and TV.

The reporter on TV looked a bit flustered as she described the scene in front of her. “As you viewers may already know, all satyrs are male, so human relationships are crucial to the survival of their species. The Satyr Nation has been particularly receptive to the Inter-Species Exchange Act, and today a large delegation is visiting Japan to negotiate the final details.”

She fanned herself with a hand and peered back over her shoulder. “Also of note, the entire delegation of satyrs is refusing to wear clothes, stating, and I quote, ‘It would be unfair to the women of Japan to represent anything less than our full assets.’.”

The camera panned over the group of tanned, toned, and sculpted bodies, each with the legs of a goat. A message scrolled across the bottom of the screen: ‘Due to nudity at the scene, we are unable to broadcast this live. We apologize for the slight delay to accommodate editing.’ Blurred areas covered each satyr’s nether regions, merely masking the clearly large manhoods on display.

“Blurgggh,” Mara grumbled. “Soooo… bored…” She lay on her back with all of her legs in the air, writhing pitifully. “Why can’t my download go any faster?” she whined.

Yuisu yawned, still tired from last night. “Why don’t you take a nap or something?”

Mara tilted her head backwards and peered upside-down at Yuisu. “Naps are like... the epitome of boring. No thanks.” She resumed her feeble thrashing and groaning.

Before she could complain any further, a piercing DING! echoed through the house. It was immediately followed by a computerized voice at extreme volume blaring, “DOWNLOAD COMPLETE.”

Haru cringed from the auditory assault, but Mara jumped to her feet. “Yes, finally!” She tore off at full speed, saying “I already have snacks and drinks stocked up, so see you in a few days.” As she rounded the corner and darted into her room, she called back, “I’ve got a wasteland to save!”

Yuisu blinked a few times at the spot Mara had just occupied. “So, that was a thing.”

Haru nodded. “Yup.”

“Mara’s been clinging all day,” Yuisu said flatly. “We’re finally alone.”

Haru nodded again, slow and exaggerated. “Yup.” She turned to Yuisu. Golden eyes met green, then drifted down and settled on Yuisu’s lips. “Want to make out?”

“Oh god, yes.” The words had barely left Yuisu’s mouth before Haru covered it with a wet kiss. With lips locked together, Yuisu leaned back against the arm of the couch and pulled Haru with her so they were laying on the couch with Haru on top. As they kissed, Yuisu cautiously ran her tongue along Haru’s lip. After a pause for air, she ventured forward and licked across Haru’s front teeth and flicked her tongue across Haru’s canines. As expected for a carnivore, her fangs were larger and sharper than Yuisu’s.

Haru pulled back a bit. “Careful now. Wouldn’t want you to get hurt,” she warned in a breathy whisper.

Yuisu let out a throaty chuckle. “Oh really? You’re so soft and fluffy, you couldn’t hurt a fly,” she teased as she turned her head and nuzzled her face into Haru’s wing.

“Why would I want a fly? I’ve got a defenseless little kitten right here.” She pinned Yuisu’s arms under her elbows, then swooped in to nibble at Yuisu’s exposed neck. Each nibble started with the faintest bite and ended with a little sucking kiss. Yuisu played along by making a little purring sound as Haru moved down Yuisu’s neck towards her collarbone and beyond.

After a couple minutes of sensory overload, Yuisu came to her senses and declared, “But I’m not that defenseless!” and wriggled her arms out from Haru’s hold. Once her hands were free, she grabbed the top of Haru’s spaghetti-strap top and pulled. Unlike their first meeting, Haru was wearing a bra. However, it was strapless like all of her bras, so it was easily pulled down along with her shirt. Just like their first meeting, Haru’s ample breasts were now on full display.

“This has been a long time coming…” Yuri-su mumbled. She took a deep breath and put her hands on the sides of Haru’s chest, pushed the boobs together, and stuck her face right between them. Then, she did something she had only ever dreamed of: she motorboated those titties.

Haru had not been expecting anything like it. She squealed in ticklish laughter as Yuisu rapidly shook her head and made a ‘THbbbttbbtt’ sound into Haru’s cleavage. When it had gone on long enough, Haru turned the attack around. She simply stopped supporting herself on her elbows and fell onto Yuisu, burying her in boobs.

Yuri-su reveled in the boobage for a bit, but she eventually needed to breathe. When she couldn’t free herself, she cried ‘uncle’ into Haru’s chest and tapped out.

Haru sat up, letting Yuisu escape. The mood had changed from lust to laughter. “You do realize that you are ridiculous, right, miss Yuisu?” Giggling, she pulled her bra back over her breasts, with more than a little difficulty.

Yuisu affected a scholarly accent. “I contend that I did the only reasonable thing in that situation. I mean, they were right there!” She busted out laughing at her own silliness. The mood was contagious and Haru joined in.

When they stopped laughing, Yuisu’s expression turned serious. She said, “Let me know if I’m ever too pushy or do something you don’t like.”

Haru waved a wing dismissively and smiled. “You’re fine. You inject just the right amount of adventure and surprise into my life.”

“Well I’m glad you put up with my silliness.” Yuisu leaned in close with her lips puckered. Haru indulged her with a quick kiss, then went back to fixing her shirt.

With Yuri-su’s erotic urges quelled, Yuisu flopped onto the couch next to Haru and settled in. The news story about the satyr delegation had long since ended, replaced by a typical cooking show. Haru leaned on Yuisu’s shoulder and they watched for a bit. Thanks to their little escapade and the food on TV, Yuisu was getting pretty hungry. Then when Haru’s stomach rumbled aloud, Yuisu decided that it was time for dinner.