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Kinktober 2022
Day 19: Inflation | Collaring | Exhibitionism & Voyeurism

Title: Let the Water Hold Me Down

Ship: Teardropshipping | Aoi/Aqua

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Rating: E

Word Count: 2,663

Warnings: Underage

Tags: Shower Sex, Size Difference, Tentacles, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Interspecies Sex

   So this was the room of an ordinary teenage girl, Aqua thought to herself as she observed her surroundings.

   Well, not quite ordinary. Zaizen Aoi was anything but ordinary. She was more like a fairy tale princess with her rags to riches story, younger sister of Zaizen Akira, the high ranking SOL Tech employee. And, she was, of course, childhood friend to Miyu.

   Zaizen Aoi, Miyu’s best friend, was one of the first things that Aqua had learned about the human world from her Origin. She was Miyu’s hope in that blindingly white little room, where she starved and was tortured, all to make her. And so, Aqua already held Aoi in a very close regard. It felt almost misplaced to call it partnership just yet but it did already feel like friendship all the same.

   In her more lackadaisical hopes and wishes and daydreams, Aqua had often pined to meet Aoi. To know that Miyu had gotten closure for every time that she had re-tied her hair, even after her hair bands had snapped, she tied them back into those twin tails again. She had been so strong for so long and now it was Aoi’s turn to save Miyu.

   Miyu. Her Miyu. Keeping her so close to her chest, Aqua didn’t think that her first taste of the human world would be quite like this. Some naive part of her always thought that she would enter it via Miyu and Miyu’s belongings, home, and so forth. 

   Sitting in this room, atop Aoi’s desk, Aqua felt wrong about Miyu who languished in her hospital bed, like a fairy tale princess, too, regrettably as it was. Aqua’s heart sank with guilty thoughts as she pieced together more of humanity from beyond the kaleidoscope thoughts of a six year old trapped in a situation so hellish.

   Aoi had books on her bookshelves. She had hidden treasures, dolls and plush toys, in an ornate chest. She had a desk which was very much worked out, strewn with abandoned homework and lesson plans, the office chair ajar to the desk itself, freshly left.

   The showerhead turned on and that piqued Aqua’s attention again. She just instinctively turned her head towards the noise and already steam was slinking out of the gap not only under the door but beside it. Aoi hadn’t properly closed it. Aqua wondered if that was a habit that Aoi kept too regularly or if tonight was a very tired exception.

   By now, having observed Aoi’s pink walls with cream furnishings, her whitish-opaque curtains and her natural wood floorings, Aqua became inquisitive about her ensuite. She crept out of Aoi’s Duel Disc and began to explore further into Aoi’s bedroom. 

   She didn’t want to be a bother or a disruption, she just wanted to learn with her own two hands and her own two eyes. Aqua had all the information that she could ever want one blink away from probing all the internet but she thought that contextualising it with her own experience was wiser. She did not want - nor intend to be - a creep and yes, some part of her knew that she was not meant to be in the bathroom at the same time as Aoi.

   That was called privacy. Basic decency. Respect. And yet, Aqua continued on.

   Past the door and onto the tiles. They were damp with the spray that had scattered as Aoi had waited for the water to turn warm. The interior of Aoi’s ensuite was in the same palette as the rest of her bedroom. As well as immaculately designed with an adolescent in mind, in terms of height of certain fixtures and storage. Not to mention the little bird and fish designs on alternating patterns in a stripe at eye level on the wall. Perhaps a little kitsch but Aqua saw it as a very loving spoiling from a caring older brother. 

   As Aqua continued to make observations of this second part of Aoi’s space, she listened to how the water from the showerhead cascaded over Aoi. The pressure of the showerhead sounded firm and swift but there was something more to just the drone of the pouring water. Aoi sighed from inside of it, her silhouette just seen behind the floral shower curtain and Aqua listened intently. 

   From the other side of the curtain, there was more than just the noise of water from the shower pelting the smooth, porcelain basin underfoot. Aqua wasn’t sure what it was, at first, as it was a small and muffled noise, hidden in the ordinance of the water. That was, until, it had very identifiably come from Aoi’s mouth beyond the previous shuffle of murmurs and grunts: it was a moan.

   Aqua peeked underneath the curtain and was surprised to see that Aoi had done more than just lather her hair and body in the short amount of time so far. She was masturbating. One hand on the tiled wall to keep herself steady whilst the other was between her legs.

   Aqua could hardly believe her eyes. She was flustered by the sight of seeing Aoi pleasure herself yet, by the same token, intrigued as well. She kept low and approached closer even though a thousand alarm bells or more were ringing in her head. They were simply drowned out by the noise of the falling water.

   Human emotions were not her forte. Not like they had been Earth’s. Nor were actions for self indulgence a forte of her as well, like they were with Ai but even so. A note carried in Aqua’s soul as she watched how breathless Aoi became at the end of her own fingers.

   She panted and she shuddered. Her eyes were closed and she was seemingly lost in the rhythm of stirring up her own pussy to notice that she had a voyeur. Aqua stayed close to the rim of the basin, where the edging was moist from water but still obscured by the edge of the shower’s curtain. She stayed there, watching Aoi in enviable bliss for what felt like several minutes.

   Both in a world of their own, that was until Aqua, too engrossed in her observations, didn’t notice she had caused something - an old, discarded razor - to clatter on the porcelain basin floor and Aoi’s eyes snapped wide open. She shrieked when she saw Aqua and then clamped her free hand over her mouth: not wanting to cause suspicion.

   Aoi swallowed her surprise and before Aqua could turn into a flurry of apologies herself, Aoi spoke up first. Still quite shocked by the situation. But getting there as her hand began to panickedly grab for the shower curtain.

   “O-oh! Aqua! I didn’t see you…” Aoi squeaked and she finally grabbed the shower curtain successfully to hide her nakedness. She blushed as she turned her surprised eyes away from Aqua. “What are you doing here?”

   “I apologise, I was being inappropriate, I just couldn’t help myself.” Aqua uselessly rambled, embarrassed at her easily preventable indiscretion.

   “I-I mean, it's fine… kinda… Like, you're naked all the time, aren’t you? It shouldn’t be such a big deal. Skinship between partners… or something.” Aoi tentatively relaxed.

   “Yes, I suppose I am naked as I am not dressed either.” Aqua murmured.

   “I see, I see…” Aoi mumbled as she slowly let go of the shower curtain in some semblance of her discarding her shyness. She glanced down at Aqua, awkwardly, and though she hesitated, she still asked, “Did you hear me…?”

   “Masturbate?” Aqua piped up clinically. “Yes, yes, I did.”

   Aoi made a strangled noise as her face continued to flush red. She retreated into the far wall of her shower cubicle and sank against it. Aqua blinked and followed her. Passing by the shower curtain and looking up at Aoi as she was doused in water from above. She sat, cradled herself, in a pool of cooled water on the basin floor of the shower, all whilst trying - and failing - to hide her face behind her hugged arms.

   “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fluster you but I was intrigued.” Aqua replied. “Bodily pleasure like that… Whilst we were made in human image, we were denied that.”

   “Oh…” Aoi mumbled. “I guess that makes sense though.”

   Aqua nodded in agreement, holding her own hand. 

   “I like to do it when I’m stressed, or tired. Especially in the shower, I get nervous that someone could hear me if I did it anywhere else.” Aoi shyly explained. “Not often but sometimes, I-I shouldn’t have done it just now but I couldn’t help myself either.” She paused and she glanced at Aqua. “Have you ever been curious about it? Masturbating?”

   “A couple times.” Aqua replied. “Even now… Especially now, I would say.”

   Aoi lifted her head slightly and in the tiniest voice, she asked, “I’ve never done it with anyone else before but would you like to try? With me?”

   Aqua blinked and she felt her heart flutter. She wasn’t quite sure why, though. But she nodded her head.

   “I would like to.” she replied.

   Even though she had instigated it, Aoi blushed furiously but she also began to open up. First her arms slid off atop her knees and then she opened her legs to frame her pussy. Aqua, in front of her, felt all her enormity, all her intensity as she Aoi tried to get off again.

   It was a lot harder, this time, from being watched. Even if Aqua’s eyes were brilliant and sparkling with genuine curiosity, full of enamourment. Aoi’s lips quivered and twisted as she started to finger herself again. Her expression looked more pained from nervousness than aroused. 

   The sensation of an audience, whilst blood pumping, actually made it more difficult for Aoi to try and get off to. It was one thing to entertain a crowd of thousands with her duelling, it was completely a different thing to arouse just a crowd of one and herself with masturbation.

   But Aqua was kind with her, patient with her, inching closer and looked up at her with those big, pink eyes of hers and so sweetly asked, “May I?”

   Aoi mumbled a reply, nodding her head and she let Aqua attempt her too. Aqua placed one hand on the inner of Aoi’s thigh and the other followed Aoi’s movements with her own fingers. Aoi squirmed, feeling the whole of Aqua’s hand inside of her pussy. It was small but just the tiniest of movements of it, grazing gently against the walls of her cunt, had her restraining herself from spasming with pleasure.

   Aqua was enticed by the noises that she elicited from Aoi. They were sweet and melodic, slowly unravelling with her pleasure. Her pussy was hot and loose, all whilst Aqua’s hand remained cool to the touch on the contrary. She stroked Aoi’s clitoris out of curiosity and Aoi made her loudest, lovelist note yet.

   “Th-That feels really good, Aqua.” Aoi panted, her heart racing. Her whole body shuddered, even after Aqua had paused her fingering of her,

   “I want to feel more. Will you let me?” Aqua asked.

   “Yes, please.” Aoi desperately replied.

   Her eyes, half closed and bleary with lust turned wide as Aoi watched Aqua’s form change. Shifted as fluid as water from her small body as an Ignis to that of her Data Eater form, or Abomination form. Her tentacles unfurled and her maw became more pronounced.

   She sat in Aoi’s lap, atop of her, the base of her tail grazing Aoi’s aroused pussy. It twitched and swayed, rubbing on Aoi’s folds and it turned her on. She swallowed thickly in the midst of her arousal and Aqua nuzzled against Aoi’s face. She was cool to the touch, even as they both basked in the warm water of the shower still pouring on over them.

   “Will this make it easier?” Aqua asked.

   Aoi was flustered but she let Aqua take the lead on her. She had never seen, nor experienced, anything like this before - and Aqua wasn’t overly versed either but the mutual bumbling towards sharing the feel good feeling was appreciated.

   Aqua swaddled Aoi in four of her six tentacles. Aoi blushed as she was hugged by them, bringing her face to face with Aqua’s maw, which she kissed, cute and gentle. Aqua mumbled a thanks into Aoi’s lips but her real gratitude came in the form of what she did with her remaining two tentacles.

   Aoi moaned and moaned again as the pad of Aqua’s tentacle kneaded against her pussy. Flexing and teasing her outer walls before delving deep inside of her. Aqua kissed her, with tongue, whilst doing so and Aoi kissed back.

   Aqua’s body felt like rubber or silicon to Aoi, even her tongue but she used it all so well. Aoi was wet, inside and out, as she made out with Aqua. Aqua probed her deeply with her tentacles. The motions were different to being fingered and much more wildly libidinous instead with how they squirmed and squelched. 

   “I-I’m close.” Aoi stammered in between being kissed by Aqua.

   “Me too.” Aqua replied.

   That wasn’t quite the truth, of which Aqua wasn’t proud but it wasn’t a lie either. Aoi likely sensed that from their discussion before but Aqua was as close as she could be as an Ignis, even in this form. Aoi, however, was shivering and her body was impatient with how pent up it had become from their experimentation.

   And so, to compact onto that closeness, Aqua grinded on Aoi more. Her axon terminal-like tail waggled as she humped Aoi and Aoi held onto her tighter. Their mouths mashed together and Aqua swallowed every noise that Aoi made. Even swallowing the crescendo of her orgasm.

   Her tentacles inside her pussy had brought Aoi to completion and that satisfied Aqua. She drank in everything about how Aoi orgasmed with the most rapt of attention. Everything from her expression, the way her cupid’s bow lips formed a circle shape to how her hips bucked involuntarily. Aqua held her down and took it all in, in lieu of what she couldn’t have.

   But it felt good - great, no, amazing - to have brought Aoi to her completion. Aqua pulled back from their kiss just to marvel and Aoi smiled.

   “Thank you, Aqua.” Aoi replied, breathless, flustered, uncertain what to say but she emanated a grateful truthfulness for Aqua to feed on.

   “You're welcome.” Aqua murmured.

   They paused and the inertia of the situation began to plummet in reverse. The shower still droned on overhead and Aoi looked up into the spray. She cringed with the decision, getting the water in her eyes but it was better than getting shampoo in them. She was slick and soapy, to say nothing of the run-off juices of her arousal.

   “W-We should probably turn the water off now, huh?” Aoi said, shyly detracting from what she and Aqua had done together. She wasn’t certain as to what would be elegant to say in this situation, so deflecting appealed to her. “Wouldn’t want to run up a huge water bill on Big Brother.”

   “No, that would be bad.” Aqua agreed.

   Aqua awkwardly moved off of Aoi and her tentacle coiled up. She turned the handle and the showerhead was immediately cut off. Steam continued to waft around them and Aoi was careful as she got up so she wouldn’t slip. She took the towel off the hook attached to the outside of her shower and began to clad herself in it.

   When she finished, Aoi looked into her drawer and she found a hand towel that would suit Aqua, so she could wrap herself up as well. Aqua smiled demurely as she accepted it with her tentacles.

   “Thank you, Aoi.” Aqua replied.

   “You're welcome.” Aoi replied.

   “For everything. I mean it. Not just letting me explore your humanity.” Aqua added. A nervous tinge to her voice.

   “My pleasure.” Aoi clarified then with a warm and genuine smile.