Every hiccup measured one less wit among Momoka's arsenal, but that didn't stop her from knocking back another can of Musashi. "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! That hits the spottttttt!" She slurred her vowels with all the grace of a sclerosis patient of two years and lacked a proverbial volume knob for her proverbial microphone. "You know what? You know… you—" She hiccuped and began laughing. Her own drunkenness was funny to her and only her.

Rupa sipped her beer with more patience, although the number of empty cans beside her outnumbered Momoka's. "You're quite inebriated. Huh, Momoka?"

"Psssh! Noooo. You're the one who's inebi… ineni…. You're drunk!"

"Guilty," Rupa joked, sipping more of her beer. Without really meaning to her eyes trailed down Momoka's person, pausing on a few key checkpoints before noticing a coy lump in her jean shorts. "Hmm?" Rupa leaned closer. "What's got you acting up tonight?"

"Hmm?" Momoka glanced down and then laughed some more. "You mean this guy? Get this, aight?" She grabbed at the outline and shook it for dramatic effect. "My boy here's been real fussy lately 'cause I haven't had the money for a hotel. Like, seriously, it's been weeks since I've gotten any."

Other patrons at the bar were glancing Momoka's way, though neither of them really cared. "Why don't you just give him the ol' swish and flick? It's quite brisk and quick, you know."

Momoka blinked. "You mean jerking off?"

"Right. Jerking off." More eyes. More wary glances.

Momoka threw her arms in the air. "Girl I wish that was enough, but no ma'am! Can't get myself excited with just my hand. Lubed. Buttered. Spittled. Even with my callouses it ain't enough."

"I think I understand."

"It's like, sure, I like my private time, and I do, indeed, watch me just a wee bit of porn every now and then. And none of that soft stuff either, Rupa. Like, the good shit. The real shit. With boobies."

"Of course."

"But here's the thing, okay? If there's no other girl there with me, I can't get excited. My guy doesn't move until the girl does. Ya feel me?"

Rupa crinkled her empty can and set it to the side. "I may have the perfect solution for you."

"I've already tried onaholes."

"That wasn't my idea."

"And VR."

"That wasn't my idea either." Rupa stood from her chair and tossed her money onto the counter. "C'mon. I'll show you my favorite place to go when I want to unwind."

Momoka forced her cock out of the way of her pocket and fished out a whatever sized bill. Anything with enough zeros to cover the tab, tip be damned. "Better not be VR," she mumbled to herself. She then slipped on the bottom rung of her bar chair and laughed some more as Rupa helped her to her feet.

The two wandered down the side streets of Kawasaki's night clubs, arms around one another's shoulders as Momoka could hardly maintain forward momentum. Rupa eventually led her down a dark alleyway that opened into a park often booked for musicians. A few pedestrians loitered around the stage, likely leftovers from an earlier concert, but most of the lot was barren of life. Besides the stage, some rusty bleachers, a few idle benches, and some esoteric cubist statue commissioned by the city, the only other notable structure was a concrete public bathroom, graffiti of various profanities and mascot characters lining its outer walls. It was the bathroom that Rupa set her sights on.

Despite her present dullness, Momoka still had the wherewithal to gulp at the sight. "So, like, what're we doing in such a low dive joint, Rupa?"

"You'll see soon enough," she stated, dragging her by the hand.

There were no electric light sources inside of the restrooms. Their only illumination came from the outside street lamps spilling in from two squares carved out at the tops of the walls. Once again, Momoka voiced apprehension in sloven squeaks, but Rupa insisted. Onwards they trudged down the darkened tiles, vandalized stall after vandalized stall until Rupa suddenly stopped next to one that was closed. "It looks like it's locked, but the mechanism is chipped so you can just rattle it until it opens." As if to demonstrate her point, Rupa yanked on the door handle a few times. True to form, the door swung open. She then gestured Momoka forth. "After you."

"Am I about to die?"

"Only if you don't enter the stall."

"Girl, I was joking! Now I'm actually scared!"

Rupa tsk'd. "And here I thought you had the balls to back up that boner. I guess you can leave, then. I'll just have all the fun by myself." Like clockwork, Momoka's drunken arrogance yelled that nothing could ever dissuade her boner even if it was the lop side of Pyramid Head's bum. Rupa figured that was a musical reference and spanked her on the behind as she entered the stall. "That's the spirit!"

"Oi! Watch the hands!" Momoka rubbed her ass. It was a hard spank. Left some tingling. She stepped fully into the stall and practically guffawed at what she saw. "That's it? You brought me all this way for a glory hole?"

Rupa smiled. "It may not seem like much, but this is actually a pretty notorious hotspot for people in the know."

Momoka narrowed her eyes. "I'm in the know! I always know these things!" She turned her attention back to the glory hole. It had two lipstick stains around the outer edges and a handful of arrows pointing to it in black sharpie. "How come I didn't know about this?"

"That's not important. What's important is that you discover for yourself what's on the other side of that hole."

"Ain't nothing waiting for me on the other side of a damp dark hole at midnight o'clock, Rupa."

"Are you sure about that?" Rupa clasped her hand around Momoka's bulge, repeating the girl's earlier dramatic tug. "Isn't this guy just dying to have a cute girl play with him? Now's your chance."

Momoka backed away. "No way. I don't know what kinky shit you're into, but I prefer being able to see my partners."

"What about VR?"

To that, Momoka walled. "I just don't wanna, okay?"

Rupa fingered the lace on her britches. "That's fine and all, but I'd personally like to have a go at it myself before the night ends, so if you're not going to, well…." Similarly to Momoka, a lengthy bulge snaked down the left leg of Rupa's pants, the outline tapering off towards the baggier regions so that its full girth remained to-be-seen. It was… dear god, there's no way that could fit inside of a human, right?

"I got it! I got it!" Momoka cried. "I'll put my Willy in the hole. Just don't go flashing me with that thing of yours." She unzipped her shorts and let them fall to the floor. Loosened from its restrictions, her cock swiveled upwards, stretching her stockings until the linen took on a lighter gradation. She went to pull her stockings down her legs but stopped when she remembered Rupa. "C-could you, like, not rub your cock while I'm undressing?"

Rupa idly stroked her bulge. "Nope."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She rolled her stockings down to her knees and let sweater drape over her butt, her now untethered cock peeking out between its seams. "So I just stick it in?"

"Yep."

"No bugs or snakes are inside?"

"Nope."

"No Chinese finger traps?"

"Nada."

"No Bene Gesserit box of pain?"

"Put your dick in the hole, Momoka."

"Fineeee!" Momoka hiked up her sweater and squared her groin to the hole. The hole didn't quite measure up to her crotch so Momoka had to widen her posture. She nevertheless missed the target multiple times. "Stupid hole. Damn arrows don't line up."

Rupa took a step towards her. "Allow me." Her right hand seized firm hold over the bottom of Momoka's buttocks, eeking an uncharacteristic squeal from the guitarist, as her left latched onto her belly flab. "Ready? Heave ho!"

"Wait, you idiot! Don't just grab my—Ack!"

"Sorry. Missed it by a hair. One more time now!"

"No, no, no, no! You're gonna hit the wall! You're gonna hit the—whoa it's in!" She kept her dick poised for a moment, afraid that any sudden movements would prompt some angry beast, but once the coast seemed clear she began to wiggle it around, testing her new climate. It was cooler on the other side. More spacious, too.

Then she felt breathing.

For as numb as the alcohol had made Momoka's body, the lukewarm air of two tiny nostrils breathing against her shaft was unmistakable. Whoever was next to her cock was inspecting it closely, sniffing for clues, intentions, weaknesses. Then the breathing became hotter. Deeper. Her mouth was open, hanging, enamored with its food. She felt the girl's pants move from the left side to the right, up towards the tip and down by the base. The gesture spoke plainly and without abstraction: I am hungry. That's what Momoka convinced herself, at least. Such racy thoughts made her cock twitch harder, flexing for the girl on the other side. One twitch bumped it against her nose. An Eskimo's kiss. Momoka was smitten.

The girl then added her fingers, their tips brushing against her length with tender romance before wrapping fully around her girth. Momoka knew for sure then that it was a girl's hand. It was so tiny and soft, unsure of how exactly to handle the male appendage presented to her, yet eager to see all its spasms and quirks. And her fingers were cold. So good that she began articulating her pelvis, Good shivers. Great, even. So great that she began articulating her pelvis, rubbing her cock between the bumps of the girl's fingers, the folds of her palms, cooing as her sensitive tip grazed against the index and thumb, ceasing only when it headbutted a soft pair of lips. They were slightly parted. She could feel the indentions between her teeth. Pretty whites, she imagined.

"Come on," Momoka muttered, fully lost in the sauce. "Lick me. Gimme that pretty little tongue." Her wish was granted. The girl licked her head, her tongue slicking over Momoka's urethra. "Yesssss. Ohhhhh, fuck yes. Lick me more. Use your mouth you cute little—Haaaaah! Naughty girl." Momoka had all but forgotten that Rupa was in the stall, or that she still gripped her tummy and her butt.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Rupa whispered, rubbing Momoka's ass. "And to think you were so anxious before."

"Mmmh." Momoka moaned, her eyes comfortably closed. "This girl's a total amateur. She can't decide between a firm grip or a loose one. And her fingers barely wrap all the way around and she keeps playing hard to get with her mouth."

"But?" Rupa asked.

"Mmmmmmmhh, but that just makes her soooooo fucking good." Momoka bit her lip. "Maybe it was a dare. I bet her friends put her up to this. A bunch of sluts looking for an excuse."

"That's one possibility, but let me ask you this," Rupa had begun to straddle the woman's waist, her clothed bulge rubbing against Momoka's bare side. "If the girl on the other side was one of our bandmates, who would you most want it to be?"

Momoka's eyes squeezed tighter shut, her fantasy infiltrated. "Nnngh, don't ask me such weird questions."

"Hmm?" Rupa's middle finger breezed across Momoka's asshole, the girl letting slip a surprised moan. "It's a serious question. What would you think if Nina was on the other side? Maybe she's trying to score groupie points. Learn what it means to be an adult."

"W-wait, Rupa—"

Her finger pressed firmly against Momoka's asshole. "What if it's Subaru? She's hit her rebellious phase. A girl like that needs a solid outlet to express herself, right?"

"That's not… she wouldn't—"

"And what about Tomo? I could tell you all kinds of secrets about her. What she does when no one's looking. She thrives behind closed doors, you know. Stalls especially."

The image in Momoka's head, which had hitherto been left entirely blank aside from a pink tongue and dainty fingers, began cycling between her three bandmates. Each of their vexing faces situated beneath her cock, eyes crossed and focused on her erect member, panting from the rush of it all, their knees pressed against the dirty bathroom floor, reveling in a naughty secret that only they were privy to, the secret of licking Momoka's cock.

"You think about them all the time, right?" Rupa whispered. "I see the way you look at them. The way your eyes lower when they're not paying attention. I see all the tantalizing vistas that your gaze settles on. The soft spots where you chart your course." She brought her left hand to Momoka's face, cupping the woman's chin and forcing her to meet her eyes. "I know it because I have the same eyes. Because you don't notice when I look at you. Because you're too busy looking at me the same way."

Momoka cursed herself. She cursed herself not because she had been discovered, but because her deeper curiosity got the better of her in that moment. Her habit, her conditioned reflex, saw her gaze drop for all but a second onto Rupa's posh lips, but that's all the time it took for the tanned beauty to notice. She squeezed Momoka's cheeks, forcing her lips to purse, and brought their mouths together for a domineering kiss. All the while, Rupa's finger kept teasing Momoka's hole, burrowing itself into its warmth as their tongues collided. It explored with light pokes, light prods, but with thorough probing, digging deeper into her core. Momoka could only moan. She let herself melt into Rupa's advance, too wall-brained to process anything other than her most base desire for pleasure. Their lips then separated, Momoka's cock letting fly a brisk shot of precum through the hole. It must have hit the girl's face. It must have, because she suddenly ceased her licking and retracted her fingers. Momoka wagged her cock around, desperate to reclaim her golden touch. Her needy little fingers. Instead she found the inside of her cheek, the girl's tongue becoming wedged underneath her cock. She was obviously unprepared for how much girth there was per cubic throat so her tongue squirmed and flailed, searching in reflexive vain for extra breathing space. That only tickled Momoka more. Figuratively and literally.

"Oh goddddd, that's it! Right there!" For what little space Momoka had, her hips nevertheless buoyed, trying to catch some snips of the girl's teeth against her tip. The true sign of an amateur mouth was how clumsy they were with their teeth, but that clumsiness was Momoka's favorite.

Rupa just smiled, her hand idly stroking her cock. "Who're you thinking about right now, Momoka?"

She moaned against the stall.

"Is it Nina?"

Drool seeped out of the corner of her mouth.

"How about Subaru?"

She clenched her eyes shut.

"Maybe Tomo?"

Fingers bent against the wall. The girl's tongue felt so good. Her bandmate's tongue.

Rupa slid her pants down her legs. Although Momoka couldn't see it, she felt and heard the woman's erection slap against her hip. Rupa then swirled her tongue around her ear. She nibbled on her earlobe and humped her thigh. She spanked her and fingered her aching asshole. "What if I told you," she whispered, "that the girl on the other side of that hole is actually one of our bandmates?"

Momoka's eyes widened. She glanced down at the hole and saw in, for a single flash in her mind's eye, all three of her pretty faced bandmates slobbering along her member.

Her cock surged.

"Let it go. Let it allllll go." Rupa stepped behind Momoka, wiggling her cock between her buttocks.

"Um," Momoka glanced back at her. "What're you doing?"

"Sorry, I can only watch for so long." She gave Momoka's ass a reassuring pat. "Just don't clench too hard and it'll give, okay?"

"Wait! Wait! Wait! I'm not ready! Rupa!" None of her protests prevented fate from taking its course. Rupa's voluminous cockhead squeezed roughly into Momoka's asshole, forcing it open for the rest of her hulking girth to enter. Despite the tanned woman's warning, Momoka instinctively clenched her sphincter, halting Rupa's cock before it had slid even a third of the way inside. A sweat broke out on her brow. Her shoulders hitched in defense. But that damn mouth on the other side of the wall sucked fervently on her rod and wrung out a strong throb that immediately caused her muscles to relax for Rupa's continued descent. This song and dance repeated for what felt to Momoka like an eternity. She'd instinctively clamp down on Rupa's cock only for her ass to loosen at the vacuuming of her own hardened member. Eventually Rupa's groin pressed against her rear. Rest at last. But then Rupa spoke into her ear. "The real fun is when it pulls out."

Momoka spasmed in place. Her toes curled against the floor. "H-hold o-o-onnnnnn. I c-can't—OHHHHHHH!" Electricity. She felt electricity tingling through every nerve in her body. Rupa was sliding her giant cock out of her ass. Then she was drilling it back in. Slowly at first, but increasing in speed after every cycle. Before Momoka knew it, her prostate was shuddering; her prostate was shuddering and she was cumming.

Although Momoka lacked the headspace to imagine the girl being blanketed in cum, she did hear a cute cough after the initial ropes filled her mouth. But her cock wouldn't stop. Pump after pump, more of her semen bubbled up and unloaded into the other stall, presumably covering the girl's face and hair and shirt with semen. She had never experienced an orgasm so intense. Even as nature took its course and her cock began to soften, Rupa's back door assault croaked out volley after volley of cum, unrelentingly stimulating her prostate again and again in a never ending cycle of pleasure. It forced her cock to grow hard again and right away those soft lips were back to drinking her semen. All Momoka could do was moan, yet, in the midst of her overwhelming lust, she begged for Rupa to please kiss her one more time which the beautiful woman so graciously did, cumming inside of Momoka's ass as their mouths hooked and stewed.

It was nearly afternoon when Momoka came to. She was on Rupa and Tomo's couch, underneath a homely blanket with her clothes freshly restored and a hangover pounding away at her skull. Rupa greeted her at the kitchen counter. "Wakey, wakey!"

Momoka rubbed her temples. "Jesus fuck, how much did I drink last night?"

"Enough to pass out." She handed the hungover woman a can of beer. "This may ease your suffering."

"I like the way you think." Momoka cracked the can open and took a long sip. How dry her throat had become from the previous night's drinking mattered little to her in this time of need.

Rupa sat beside her on the couch, tossing some of the excess blanket off the side. "You were quite rambunctious last night, Momoka."

She sighed from the refreshment, alcohol pungent on her breath. "That right? Can't say I remember." Her eyes fell onto Rupa's lips. Although she couldn't pair an image to it, she sensed in those lips an erotic memory. "So, like, Rupa?"

"Yes?"

"Was all of that just… a dream?"

"Hmm?" Rupa tapped her chin. "All of that?"

Momoka thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Never mind. It's nothing."

"Are you sure?"

She twirled her beer can. "Yeah, I think I just had one too many. Had a bad trip."

"I see." Rupa leaned forward, her hand cupping Momoka's cheek while her thumb rubbed her bottom lip. "And here I thought you were gonna ask to be behind me next time."

Momoka's face lit up crimson, but before she could speak her bandmates entered the apartment, Tomo explaining to both Nina and Subaru that, yes, Momoka had passed out after drinking and had crashed on their couch. None of the three girls seemed to address her differently, instead chastising her for delaying the writing sessions they had planned for the day before moving to the computer to work. As the girls bantered about, Momoka all but let slip once more her gaze, a quick succession of bodily scans, catching herself only microseconds too late as the sights of Nina's collar bone, Subaru's swelling chest, and Tomo's hose clad thighs were impressed upon her vision. She immediately retreated to Rupa for reprieve, but the tanned woman only smiled back at her, a secret knowledge shared between them. Momoka sighed to herself. If only she had just been fine with jerking off.

Another GBC commission let's goooooo! I'm happy to get to write Momoka this time around, especially in all her drunken brilliance. The banter was a lot of fun to write, which isn't something I get to say too often while writing smut. The only character I'm really missing now is Subaru. This will surely change in the future.

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