An Unlikely Solution

TITLE: An Unlikely Solution
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Yomi/Sakaki
NOTE: Just a pointless little bit of Azu smut. Nothing much to say, really. Other than that the pairing is probably a bit unlikely.


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The problem was food.

The problem was always food.

Food was an evil, insidious enemy. By being so varied, so easily available, so very delicious, food would always be able to seduce Yomi away from every diet she tried. And she couldn't even really hate food because it was, well, varied, available and delicious.

That caveman back in the dawn of time really had no idea the kind of suffering he would unleash by wondering what would happen if he held raw meat over a fire.

But Yomi had given a lot of thought to ways of beating food. It was clear that diets didn't help. The only thing diets did was take food away from her, which only managed to make food all the more tempting. The solution, then, was to find some way to stop craving food.

Unfortunately, she'd found it.

Yomi crossed her legs and tried to focus on whatever Yukari was writing on the blackboard. And she had to try hard because she was constantly distracting herself. She'd become so much more... aware... of herself. Once she stopped focusing on her weight and started focusing on pretty much everything else, she'd... well...

Really, it was amazing what a pair of fingers could do.

And that was the brand new problem. Apparently, in order for her to stop craving one thing she had to start craving something else. Fortunately masturbation didn't do anything to increase her weight or damage her long-term health. Unfortunately it wasn't the kind of thing you could politely indulge in in public.

Yomi bit her lower lip. It was getting really bad now. She'd escaped to the bathrooms as often as she dared to... ease the tension a bit, but it hadn't helped. School breaks just didn't offer her enough time. And the frequent sounds of fellow students walking into the bathroom and chatting happily while she was in a stall with her panties around her ankles and her hand between her legs really didn't help either.

The only bright spot right now was that this was the last class for today and then she'd have enough time to...

Yomi looked up at the clock where one hand ticked away the time at the painfully slow speed of one second per second.

Then, after an infinity of trawling seconds, the universe took mercy on her and the bell rang.

Yomi rose abruptly and silently and strode out of the classroom while trying to convey to anyone who even looked at her that she was simply in a hurry to get away and not that she was in a hurry to drop down and finger her dripping pussy.

Yomi left the building and took a few unusual turns. The school was large and not everywhere was particularly well kept. There were a few places here and there where a student could easily find some privacy. And she needed some privacy today. Just like she had yesterday. And the day before that. And the day before that. And...

Yomi looked around out of habit, but all around her was deserted. There was only a blind wall and a lot of out of control greenery. She pulled up the hem of her skirt with her left hand and pressed against her panties with her right. They were soaked, of course. She wondered why she kept wearing them every day, but then realised that she wouldn't dare walk around the school in her by now usual aroused state without wearing anything underneath her skirt.

Yomi leaned against the wall and peeled off her panties. Then she bunched them up and stuffed them into her bag. She closed her eyes and breathed out slowly. She brushed against her folds with the fingers of her right hand and let the feelings ripple through her. The sense of urgency had left her now that her body was aware it could take its time and enjoy itself.

Yomi sank down onto the ground and trailed herself lazily, almost decadently, with a single finger. How would she do it now? Maybe go for direct clitoral stimulation she pondered as she her finger made a circle around her clit. Or perhaps she'd fuck herself she mused as she dipped into herself.

Maybe both.

There were so many ways she could-

Yomi froze.

Someone had taken her hand.

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The problem was cats.

The problem was always cats.

Sakaki was realistic enough to know that she should know that she probably should stay away from cats in she wanted to walk around with a skin that wasn't torn up. But she couldn't help herself. Cats were just so cute and fuzzy and adorable and innocent and harmless.

Granted, maybe not harmless to her, but...

Anyway, cats were perhaps the greatest creatures on Earth and Sakaki didn't want much except have one. And because she couldn't have one, she would settle for petting some. And if she couldn't have that, she was willing to just look at them. Just a glimpse was enough. Just a glimpse.

There was a cat somewhere on campus, Sakaki knew. It was more of a kitten, really. And it was adorable. She wanted to find out where it lived, so she'd spent the last few weeks looking around the school for its home. She hadn't found it yet.

She had found something else.

Sakaki had never imagined there was something out there that could occupy her mind more than cute animals could. But there was something. Someone.

Yomi.

Sakaki had never paid much attention to her. At least, no more than she paid the rest of her friends save for Chiyo-chan. But that had changed when, one day, when she'd been out looking for the kitten, she'd been trudging through an area of the school that hadn't seen a gardener in centuries and had stumbled upon her.

Yomi had been leaning against a wall, her eyes closed. One hand had been fondling her breast through the fabric of her uniform, while the other had disappeared into her skirt and was obviously moving.

She'd stood nailed to the ground for what seemed like forever, then had turned around and ran. She'd been so embarrassed.

But then, late that night, she'd stopped thinking about cats and thoughts of Yomi had thronged into her mind.

She'd been out behind the school buildings regularly since then. More and more regularly, in fact. It was almost becoming something of a ritual. To sneak out after Yomi and silently watch her masturbate. She wasn't quite sure why Yomi captivated her so, though. It wasn't as if she was particularly cute when she was down there. But it was starting to dawn on Sakaki that there were things other than cuteness in the world that could also matter to her.

The bell rang.

Sakaki risked a glanced away from the window and saw Yomi rise abruptly and stride away determinately. She quietly gathered her things and followed her at a distance. Her face was passive and expressionless as she watched Yomi's back, but her mind was already racing, thinking about what was going to happen next. She couldn't help it. She always thought. Normally she always thought about cats and all things cute. Recently she often thought about Yomi and all things... Yomi.

But she always thought.

There was a nice sun out and Sakaki took a moment to appreciate it. If nothing else it would give Yomi time to go where she was headed and determine she was alone. A few girls wandered by and whispered loudly about how cool she was. She ignored them. Then she turned and walked away.

Sakaki was quiet by nature and it wasn't very difficult for her to make no sounds as she approached the spot where she expected Yomi to be. At least, she was fairly certain she wasn't making any sound. Her heart was beating so loudly she feared others could hear it. She knew they couldn't, but she feared so anyway.

She rounded one more corner.

And stopped.

She was just in time to see Yomi letting herself sink to the ground and spread her legs somewhat. Her arm moved and, though Sakaki couldn't actually see it because a raised leg was in the way, she was certain she was using her hand to explore herself.

Sakaki stepped closer, each heartbeat an explosion in her ears. This wasn't a smart thing she was going to do, but she couldn't help herself. If she saw a cat, she wanted to pet it. And now she saw Yomi...

Sakaki reached out and took Yomi's hand.

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Yomi opened her eyes and saw Sakaki holding her hand and blushing. Even through her lust-addled mind she was aware some kind of response was appropriate. Embarrassment? Fear? Anger? Anything? She couldn't think of anything. All her thoughts were occupied with Sakaki holding her hand and blushing.

As Sakaki brought Yomi's hand to her mouth, Yomi couldn't help but notice how curiously unscathed Sakaki's hand looked. Apparently all those bites and scratches weren't a normal part of Sakaki's skin.

Sakaki closed her eyes and licked Yomi's fingers clean with as much signs of enjoyment as she could show. Which was surprisingly much, if you looked closely. And Yomi certainly was looking closely.

After she had sucked the last of Yomi's fluids from her fingers, Sakaki let go of her hand and looked at her. She was still blushing, but she was almost smiling and there was a glint in her eyes. Yomi smiled back with a mixture of embarrassment and want.

Someone should probably say something at this point, Yomi thought. And because one of the two people present was Sakaki, it was probably up to her to open her mouth. She did so, but any words she wanted to say were smothered by Sakaki's lips.

Yomi half closed her eyes and returned the kiss, putting her hands on Sakaki's back. Maybe talking could wait a little longer.

Sakaki's tongue pressed into Yomi's mouth and she brushed its underside with her own tongue. Sakaki moved forward so that she now more or less looming over Yomi. She placed a hand on the inside of Yomi's thigh and let it wander up.

Sakaki's lips smothered Yomi's moans when her hand came to rest inbetween her legs. Sakaki rubbed her wetness crudely and ineffectually, but it still filled Yomi with pleasure. Yomi moved her hips to Sakaki's movements, trying to indicate where and how to touch. But Sakaki was too busy kissing her lips and rubbing her slit to really notice her implied instructions.

Yomi pushed Sakaki away ever so slightly. Then, looking fixedly into her dark eyes, she took Sakaki's hand and moved it over her folds the way she liked it. The blushing Sakaki passively let Yomi guide her hand for a while. Then she started moving her hand and fingers on her own again, smiling.

Yomi sighed contently and let go of Sakaki's hand. She slouched a little further, offering her pussy to Sakaki. The taller girl's fingers travelled all across her wet flesh, her eyes interested and delighted. Yomi moaned softly and then again a little louder. Sakaki was still clumsy, but there was no denying she was a quick learner. Her fingers caressed her folds, circled and teased her clit.

Sakaki's hand froze for a moment when Yomi pulled her towards herself and kissed her eagerly. Yomi's soft moans flowed into Sakaki as the taller girl began playing with her pussy again. Yomi's tongue licked Sakaki's lips and met her tongue here and there. Her body began moving to Sakaki's touch again, not because she felt she needed to point out where Sakaki should touch her, but because Sakaki's slender fingers made her dance.

Yomi yelped when Sakaki pushed two fingers into her. Tearing her lips away from Sakaki's, she began moving up and down on her fingers. Sakaki, meanwhile, moved her fingers back and forth in a simple thrusting motion. Yomi's breathing became heavier inbetween her infrequent moans. It was clear to her that Sakaki didn't really know what she was doing here, but that didn't really matter right now. Pleasure gulfed through Yomi, her clenching and unclenching pussy coating Sakaki's fingers with her fluids.

The two girls found a rhythm where Sakaki didn't exactly fuck Yomi and Yomi didn't exactly hump her. Yomi embraced Sakaki again and pulled her as close as she could, her chin on Sakaki's shoulder. She moaned and panted, her body moving more and more frantically as Sakaki drove her higher and higher.

A groan started deep in Yomi throat and her body shuddered almost without control. She clawed at Sakaki's back, her pussy clamping down on her fingers and gushing onto her hands when she came. Orgasm ripped through her body and Yomi could do nothing but ride it. Even though Sakaki was inexperienced, she came more wildly, more intently than ever before.

Panting heavily, Yomi came down from her high and gave Sakaki a few tired, but satisfied kisses.

She smiled at her. Sakaki smiled back. Yomi carefully took Sakaki hand and pulled her out of her. Her hand was about as soaked as her panties had been. And now Yomi felt at a loss. She wasn't sure if Sakaki expected her to pleasure her as well. She wasn't even sure if Sakaki would appreciate the suggestion, although she probably would, come to think of it.

In part to buy herself a little time, but mostly because she wanted to, Yomi kissed Sakaki again. She could hear Sakaki sighing happily.

After they broke apart Yomi held Sakaki's hand in front of her and slowly licked her own juices off one of her fingers. Sakaki just watched her with a smile and a blush.

"You know," said Yomi, kissing two of Sakaki's fingertips. "There're some pretty good movies out now. How 'bout we go see one. Say... Friday?"

Sakaki blinked with surprise. Then she smiled warmly and nodded.

"Mmm."