5.17 –  Revenge


    Zoey had always been kind of fond of air hockey, and funny enough, this world had a game that was nearly identical. The bad news was that Delta’s unbelievablepetence meant Zoey was hard-pressed to survive for more than a few seconds on each volley.


    At the puck mming into her goal for the sixth time in rapid session, Zoey couldn’t help but let out a growl of frustration. She fumbled the disc from the receptacle and pped it back onto the table, determined to win the next exchange.


    “Oh,” Delta said. “I’m getting to you, aren’t I? It’s about time.”


    Another rapidfire bout, and Zoey’s zero-to-seven defeat was confirmed.


    Delta approached,ughing, and wrapped her hands around Zoey’s waist. “Aw,e on. It’s not your fault you’re bad. Well, I mean, it kind of is, but that’s okay.”


    Huffing, Zoey said, “What happened to letting me win a few? I thought you were trying to get lucky?”


    “Eh, I’ve got the feeling I’ll be getting some no matter what, tonight. See, that’s why you have to be less obvious—keep me on my toes.”


    Zoey gave her a sour expression, which only prompted anotherugh from Delta. The foxgirl really did seem to enjoy trash talking, and Zoey wasn’t <em>mad </em>at her, exactly, but admittedly she was getting a bit frustrated at her repeated losses.


    “You know, you’d have more of a challenge with Rosalie,” Zoey said. “I’m the wrong person to face off in skill games.”


    “I’d have too <em>much </em>of a challenge,” Delta said. “That girl’s a freak.” She smirked. “In more ways than one, as we’ve both learned.” Continuing to chuckle, Delta stered kisses up and down Zoey’s neck and corbone. “Aw, c’mon. Don’t be mad. You’re just really, really bad at this game. It’s not that big of a deal, I promise.”


    It was hard to stay mad at Delta while having her face held and kisses peppered up and down her, even when Delta’s yfulness was bordering on aggressive.


    “I think I’ve figured it out,” Zoey said.


    “Hm?”


    “Why you do this.”


    “This?”


    “You’ve beat me about fifty times in a row, but you’re as excited each time. Why?”


    “Because winning is fun?”


    “<em>Because,</em>” Zoey said, “you like being on top.”


    Delta paused. “I mean, yeah. You’re not wrong. Who doesn’t?”


    Zoey grabbed the foxgirl’s hips, then spun her sideways, pinning her into the air hockey table and forcing her to lean back as Zoey loomed over her.


    “And I don’t mind that,” Zoey said. “But I think I should clear something up about tonight.”


    “Oh?” Delta’s response came, but in a totally different tone from before.


    “I’m on top, this time,” Zoey murmured, leaning close to her. “When I take you back and fuck you, you’re the bottom. You can have all of this,” Zoey waved around at the arcade, “but when we get back, you’re my subby little slut for the night. Understand?”


    For a moment, Delta only looked up at Zoey with wide eyes. “Wow,” she said. “I really did get to you. Where did all thise from? You’re that defensive about air hockey, are you?”


    Zoeyughed. She kissed Delta. “I just want my own turn.” Zoey’s hands wandered up Delta’s hips and onto the sides of her chest—then inward, cupping her tits over her clothing and squeezing. “I haven’t had a chance to pin you down. To have you begging. And that’s what I want tonight.” Zoey bit gently, tugging back on Delta’s lower lip. “Let me rephrase, actually. It’s not what I want, but what I’ll have. You don’t have a choice in the matter.”


    Delta released a shaky breath, her eyes closing as she let Zoey’s hands wander. “I mean, if you insist.”


    “Good.” She kissed Delta onest time, a quick peck, then stepped back. “Like I said, just a warning.”


    “Well, why wait?” Delta asked breathlessly. “If you’re trying to show your dominance and all that, why don’t you take me right here? You scared or something?”


    The words had the usual teasing edge to them, like Delta was treating her warning as a joke. Zoey frowned, then, with a surge of annoyance appearing out of nowhere, she grabbed Delta’s waist and spun the girl around. She pushed her face down into the table and bent over the other girl, her pelvis pressed into Delta’s ass. “What? You think I won’t? If you’re not careful, you’ll get what you’re asking for.”


    “Nah,” Delta gasped back, squirming her butt against Zoey. “You wouldn’t. Anyone could see us here. You’re too much a goodie-two-shoes to fuck me in the open.” She rubbed up and down with her butt, teasing Zoey’s crotch even as Zoey had her pinned down. “If you wanna be the top so badly, then maybe you should grow a spine.”


    Zoey growled, her better judgment erasing from some mixture of annoyance, arousal, and pride. She pushed Delta’s face into the table, then grasped around the other girl’s front, finding her pants button and popping it open. She made to yank the fabric down, but gasping, Delta caught her hands before she could.


    “S-Shit,” Delta said, sounding genuinely shocked. “Okay, okay, never mind. Fuck.” Sheughed, actively fending off Zoey’s hands. “No, seriously, we shouldn’t <em>actually </em>do that. We’re <em>way </em>too in public.”


    Reluctantly, Zoey let Delta guide her hands away. She stepped back and let the foxgirl turn around and lean up off the edge of the table. She was breathing hard.


    “But you’re real worked up, huh?” Delta asked. Her face was an uncharacteristic red—and her pupils were blown out in excitement. “There’s a perfectly usable restroom like twenty feet away, though. If you don’t wanna wait, maybe we can use that?”


    “What if I want you here?” Zoey asked. She stepped close to her for a second time, fingers going to her pants button, popping it open. She slipped a hand down, but Delta,ughing and flushed, grabbed her wrist before she could get too far.


    “I get it, I get it,” Delta said. “You called my bluff. Okay.” Rather than sounding at all ufortable about Zoey’s advances, Delta sounded amused—and eager. “Come on. You can punish me for mouthing off in the bathroom.”


    Zoey considered the offer, her arousal and desire warring with her sense of practicality. A part of her really did want to bend Delta over and im her right in the middle of the busy arcade. The air hockey tables were out of the way, and they were alone right now, but people still filtered by here and there. Even what they’d done so far had been risky.


    Zoey, annoyed at the dy, grabbed Delta’s hand and pulled her, headed for the restroom at a brisk pace. She wanted to be inside Delta <em>now</em>; even a minute sounded like way too long to wait.


    “Shit,” Delta said. “It really did work. I made you mad.” Zoey could practically hear the mischief in her voice. “You better punish your naughty girl for how annoying she’s been. Promise?”


    Delta was joking now, but she wouldn’t be for long. She <em>would </em>be punishing Delta for the constant teasing.


    As soon as they made it to the bathroom, Zoey cleared the space, checking for upants. Not finding any, she pinned a trash can to the door handle to budge it.


    “Paranoid, are you?”


    “Just don’t want any interruptions.”


    Zoey advanced on the fox girl, and she seemed equally parts intimidated, impressed, and looking forward to what Zoey was going to do to her.


    “This is new,” Delta said as Zoey grabbed her hips and mmed her into a stall wall. “Spirited. Even ounting for my teasing. Something up?”


    “Not really,” Zoey murmured, taking Delta’s lips with her own. She kissed the other girl passionately for a moment before pulling back. “You just tend to roll over people, so I haven’t had my own chance to, you know, ravish you.”


    “Yeah. That sounds like me.”


    “But it’s not happening this time.”


    “I’m picking that up. And I think I’m totally fine with it.”


    Zoey ran her hands up and down Delta’s body, exploring her curves. She hiked up her shirt and cupped her breasts. Then she yanked her bra down, freeing the foxgirl’s tits, and Zoey tweaked and yed with her while the two of them kissed. Delta moaned into her mouth, and Zoey savored the noise.


    “So,” Delta said. “What punishment do you have nned? After getting destroyed all night, I’m sure you’re frustrated.”


    “I really couldn’t care less about who won,” Zoeyughed, shaking her head. “You really are ridiculouslypetitive, aren’t you?”


    “Maybe a little bit,” Delta admitted. “It’s a w of mine.” They kissed again, and when Delta pulled back, she said, “You know, for being the ‘top’ today, I’ve gotta wonder why I’m not stuffed silly yet.”


    “Do you ever stop taunting?”


    “It’s what I do best.”


    Zoey spun Delta around, then pushed her forward, squishing her cheek into the wall.


    “No,” Zoey murmured into her ear. “What you <em>do best</em> is take my cock. I’ll demonstrate.”


    “I bet it’ll be a good second talent of mine,” Delta agreed.


    Zoey wasn’t sure whether Delta’s persistent nonchnce was more arousing or infuriating—though infuriating in a good way. It made her want to prove something.


    She reached around Delta’s front and fumbled at her pants button. Popping it open, Zoey grabbed the waist of the fabric and pulled it down, exposing Delta’s ass. She brought her jeans down to her knees, then did the same for her panties. Tugging Delta’s lower half back, so she was bent over and leaning cheek first into the stall door, she’d prepared her conquest for the day.


    “I’m gonna have some fun with you,” Zoey said. “I haven’t actually tried this, yet, you know. You’ll be my first.”


    Summoning the cleaning lubricant from her inventory, Zoey squeezed some of the clear, slippery liquid onto her two fingers, then rubbed it between Delta’s cheeks—teasing the rim of Delta’s asshole. The foxgirl spread her legs instinctively, giving Zoey better ess.


    “Oh?” Delta said. “You know, I’m not against it, but something so big, I’m not so sure.”


    “You’ll be fine.”


    Zoey slipped a finger in, and Delta sucked in a breath of air. She spread around the magical cleaning lubricant, wiggling her finger around to work it in—and to loosen Delta up. Zoey’s cock pulsed with the need to be stuffing inside the foxgirl, but she could wait a moment. As much as for warming Delta up, Zoey was having fun just ying with Delta. No need to rush—as much as her instincts begged her to.


    With her slightly warmed up, Zoey brought the head of the lubricant bottle to Delta’s ass. Teasing the tip at her entrance, Delta sucked in a breath in anticipation—then Zoey pushed. The head popped in, and Delta’s back arched at the invasion of therger object—though still not remotely the size of Zoey’s cock.


    Zoey squeezed in a few spurts of the cleaning liquid, then popped the bottle out—quickly recing it with one finger, then two, and a third. Delta moaned as Zoey wiggled around inside her, slowly stretching her out. With her other hand, Zoey added two more fingers, then gently tugged on either side of her asshole, putting a pressure on the restrictive hole which Delta clearly enjoyed, if her twitching tail and noises of pleasure were any indicator.


    Finally, Zoey couldn’t wait any longer. She pulled out, fingers slippery, and grabbed her cock. Delta was still bent over, panting with her cheek pushed into the stall wall, and when Zoey pushed her cocktip against her tight entrance, Delta let out a preemptive moan—then said, “S-Shit. I’m not sure I can take it. Seriously. That thing’s a monster.”


    “We’ll find out,” Zoey grunted.


    Grabbing her shaft, Zoey ran her cock tip around Delta’s asshole, lubricating herself. She pushed her hips forward, teasing entry, and drawing out the loudest groan yet as Delta’s asshole struggled to spread around her.


    “I’ve got a surprise for you, too,” Zoey said. “But since I’m nice, I’ll wait until you’re warmed up.”


    “That’s … kind of intimidating,” Delta gasped.


    “Ready?”


    “No,” Delta said. “But I’m your toy for the night, aren’t I? So, you gonna fuck me or what?”


    Zoey pushed Delta’s face into the wall, then, with her other hand, gripped her cock and guided herself in.