Cerebella and Feng Hit the Showers (NSFW)

It was a regular evening at the Cirque des Cartes. The smell of buttered popcorn and elephant hung in the air and the atmosphere was electric, the crowd roaring at the performances that night. In one of the entrances to the center stage stood Feng. The girl pouted and ran a hand through her short black and white hair. She was watching tonight’s performer, Cerebella tiptoe on wires high above the arena, balancing two elephants with the hands of her hat – Vice Versa. It always worried the poor girl watching her friend do this stunt, and she seemed to be the only one who did, hearing the crowd erupt in gasps and applause as she made it across without stopping. Cerebella made it look so easy, it was her signature performance after all.

 

Cerebella was the main attraction to their shows, and one look at her could easily explain why. Being only 18, she had the voluptuous figure of a grown woman. With the help of Vice Versa, she could lift weights that not even 10 men could with relative ease. It was like her presence held authority whenever she stepped into the spotlight, garnering the crowd’s eyes (especially their eyes), with the expectation of being awed once again.

 

Feng sighed again and turned, opting to wait out in the hallway for her friend instead of wading through a sea of excited fans. Being already done her performance, she would’ve appreciated nothing more than relaxing in a hot bath, but she always waited for Cerebella. Always hoping she wouldn’t mess up her acts or falling down. A heavy weight sank Feng’s heart down into her stomach whenever the eyes turned on the curved girl. She knew that the half that wasn’t secretly wishing for her to plummet to her death were always trying to undress her with their eyes. Their sickening, beady little eyes. Thankfully at that distance, no one could see up her short dress, another issue Feng held her tongue about, mostly in respect to her friend. What she wore was up to her, and Feng knew it would be a step out of line to complain.

 

Tugging at the bindings on her forearms, she walked up the hallway, the sound of whoops and hollers soon being drowned out by her footsteps hitting the floor. She’d wait for her friend in the locker-room she told herself. She’d just wait.

 

Feng wasn’t sure when she had fallen asleep, but the sound of a heavy door shutting jolted her up. Her eye lids felt heavy, but she could tell from the footsteps it was who she was hoping for.

 

“Hey, Feng! Didn’t expect to run into you here!” Cerebella joked, her hands on her hips. Feng stood up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

 

“Heh, guess I fell asleep again? I was waiting for ya to finish up.”

 

“Yeah, sorry about that. The crowd was really in an uproar tonight, then Vitale needed to talk to me about something important.”

 

“Oh, Vitale, huh? What did he want this time?” Feng responded unamused. Cerebella raised an eyebrow, concerned.

 

“Just wanted to discuss ‘business.’ What’s up, Feng? You’ve been acting sorta different the last few nights.” The smaller girl shrugged her shoulders and looked away.

 

“I don’t know, the whole circus business has sort of lost its luster. I worry about you, you know. I know what Vitale has been asking you to do. To take care of his ‘dirty work.’” Her eyes narrowed at the tanned girl, who simply blinked at a loss of words.

 

“F-Feng, come on. He’s like a father to me. I owe him my life. WE owe him our lives. If there’s any way I can assist the Family, I’m more than willing to.” Cerebella removed Vice-Versa from her head and turned her back to Feng. “Anyway, tonight’s performance was a long one, I need a shower.” The fighter’s hands moving to the zipper keeping her garment to her form. Feng blushed and turned, still trying to keep the conversation going.

 

“I know what Vitale’s done for us, Cerebella, but it concerns me with what he’s having you do. I’ve lost sleep worrying if I’m going to see you the next day or not.” Feng huffed, leaning up against the cold lockers. The next thing she felt was a large, warm mass pushing against her shoulder blades and an arm wrap around her.

 

“Don’t be so dramatic, Feng! I appreciate it, but I know how to take care of myself!” Feng dared not turn her head, lest she see something she ought not to. However, the more Cerebella pushed against her, the more tingly the feeling between her legs got. “Now come on, we can shower together!” With a slap on the back, Cerebella walked towards the direction of the showers; columns of shower heads sticking out with dials underneath them to change the water’s temperature. The smaller girl let out another huff, watching her friend walk, watching her large chest sway with each step. She could see the sides of them, bouncing from side to side, teasing her with their compelling size.

 

Feng held her hands up to her own chest, easily concealing her own pair. She looked up sourly, wondering how in the hell that girl could’ve gotten such a figure while she was almost a board. Regardless, Fend undid her hair-birds, setting them aside, then her red dress. It fell softly on the wooden bench besides her. Did Cerebella do that on purpose? Did she knowingly throw around her knockers knowing that she didn’t like her own? The answer alluded the girl as she watched her friend turn on the faucet. Streams of warm water showered her skin and soaked her cyan hair. Feng stared almost in a trance, watching the water fall on her caramel mountains, dripping down in large beads. Her hands traveled all over her body, over every inch of succulent, wet skin.

 

“Hey, Feng!” Cerebella called, snapping the girl to her senses. She snapped her head downward, blushing heavily, afraid she had been spotted staring at her. “I need help washing off this makeup! Help me out!” The pale female stood up, almost in a conundrum. She began to take off her leggings, working out what the hell she was just doing. She couldn’t take her eyes off of her, yet she kept telling herself to stop. Before she knew it, she stepped out of the rest of her clothes and joined her friend. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, and raised her leg to cover up her lower parts, not wanting to admit she was a bit intimidated.

 

“Finally! Was beginning to think you fell asleep again!” Cerebella joked again, running a hand over her hair, letting her luscious breasts swing freely, splashing water on the smaller framed girl. She seemed less modest than Feng, not minding as much being naked in front of another person. Feng wished she had that kind of confidence. “Feng?” Why was she being like this? Before she would’ve just gotten over it, but recently she’s felt more…significant feelings towards this woman. She kept telling herself she wasn’t into girls, but with Cerebella it was more than that. She and Cerebella had been through bad times, and all she wanted now was to get out of whatever shady dealings they were involved in. She knew the people employing them were delving in illegal affairs, but to what extent? “Feng!”

 

”W-what?! What!” The acrobat stammered, snapping up.

 

“You’ve been really out of it, lately.” Cerebella noted, squeezing her breasts together with her arms. “Any idea why?”

 

“There it is.” Feng said to herself. “She’s doing it again. She’s shoving those things in my face!”

 

“I-I’m fine! I just need to get some rest!” Feng was about to turn and exit when a giant, orange hand grabbed her by the waist, pulling her back. “H-hey! Wha-?!” She almost fell on her butt. Cerebella smiled, pulling her in close, pressing her tits against Feng’s. Why did she have Vice-Versa with her in the shower?!

 

“Be honest with me, Feng. I can tell when you’re lying.” Cerebella teased. Her eyes held knowledge she was withholding from the girl in her grasp. Feng was about to open her mouth to reply when she felt another large hand run down her thigh, making her shudder.

 

“Cere-I! Ugh!” She choked back a moan as the giant fingers traced motions around her leg, working their way up her thigh and buttocks. She gripped the orange digits, but their strength overwhelmed her own easily. “W-what are you doi-?!”

 

“I saw you throwing glances at me, Feng! I know I’m quite the sight, but I never thought I’d turn your head!” Cerebella said this with a slight twinge of delight. Like in a sort of mocking manner. Feng looked away, trying to hide her reddened face, but the soft hands of her friend’s brought it back facing her’s. “Don’t turn away, you’ve got such a cute face.”

 

“Is…is this actually happening!?” Feng’s mind raced for a response. Millions of words and messages ran through crashing into each other, cluttering up her mind, rendering her incapable of a come back. She was stopped again as the curvy female lowered her head, planting a kiss on her forehead. Feng froze up, feeling the soft lips on her skin. It was magnificent.

 

“And such a cute body…” The hands clamping down on Feng shifted, moving up to her arms, pinning her to the floor. She was unable to cover herself up now, unable to cover up her humility. “What I wouldn’t give to trade off these melons of mine for something less back-straining.” The cyan-haired girl joked, holding up her breasts before letting them fall. She caught awe-strucked look from her now hostage doing this and smiled coyly. “Oh, you like it when I play with these, huh? You like it when I play with my breasts!?” She smiled perversely, lying over the shorter girl, sliding her breasts over her body. Feng let out a desperate groan, the tingling in her legs growing out of control. “Oh wow, you really like them! Guess I should give you a taste then…” Cerebella picked up her left breasts, hoisting it to the girl’s mouth. Her darkened nipple poked out, resembling a milk dud. Feng hungrily took it in her mouth, rolling her tongue over the bud, sucking on the soft flesh. The size of it didn’t matter, she continued taking more of it into her mouth before she couldn’t fit anymore. Cerebella smiled, amused, and shifted her position, placing her chest directly over Feng’s face. The poor girl’s vision was blocked out by the sheer amount of boobage.

 

Feng’s hips rocked desperately, trying to find a source of stimulation to quell the heat building up in her loins. As hot as the situation was for her, she couldn’t get off just by suckling. She needed more. And because of the fact that her mouth and arms were a bit preoccupied right now, she had no other way of communicating. Thankfully, Cerebella felt her rubbing against the inside of her thighs.

 

“Oh wow, you’re really worked up, aren’t you?” She giggled before lowering her voice. “So am I.” The next thing Feng knew, she could feel a pair of smaller hands lightly gliding down her torso, playing with her smaller breasts, working the skin like dough. “Your breasts are so much more perky and manageable! I love them!” She giggled again, pinching the hardened, pink nips, earning her a pained cry from their owner. “And they’re sensitive too! Let’s see what other parts of you are sensitive…”

 

Feng’s arms wiggled and pushed against Vice-Versa’s grip, but it refused to give. Seeing this, she lied back in acquiescence, bracing herself for whatever her holder may dish out next.

 

Cerebella’s hands travels down her stomach, tickling the restrainee. She smiled perversely and continued the assault until Feng had to remove the breast from her mouth to let out her fits of laughter, to which Cerebella let out a few chortles herself.

 

“You’re…you’re a jerk. You know that?” Feng spat. Her back arched and a rebellious smile spread out across her face.

 

“You’re enjoying this even more than I am.” Cerebella teased. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you suffer much longer.” Feng’s mouth was then occupied by the other breast. Her mouth was tired, but still functioned accordinlgy, biting down gently on the tit. Her tongue swirled it around, reveling in the flavor and texture of the girl’s soft skin. “Oooh, keep that up. I’ll make us both feel good.”

 

Feng could feel her fingers begin to trace the shape of her abs, running down in between the muscles before continuing downward towards her womanhood. She had to stop herself from chomping down as she pinched her inner thigh, just inches from where she wanted her to be. Fend lurched her hips again, rocking her captor in her lap. The hand then placed itself directly above her, fluttering.

 

“Oh wow, you’re really warm!” Her fingers still teased Feng’s opening, making light of her situation. “When was the last time you took care of yourself?” The muffled death threats were enough of an answer for her as she finally began to run her fingers over the slippery opening.

 

Feng released a muffled, if not exasperated moan under her touch. Cerebella’s fingers glided easily in and out of the girl, fitting in two, then three, then four fingers while her thumb played with her throbbing clit.

 

Feng’s hips grinded intensely against the brawler’s hand. Water cascaded around their forms, drowning out their noises.

 

Cerebella, using her free hand, began to work on herself, playing with her free breast before working on her own drooling snatch. “Feel good, Feng?” A trembling, muffled affirmation was all she could hear between her pants. Her voice lowered to almost a faint growl. “I’m almost there too.”

 

Feng’s body tightened as the fingers in her went even deeper, bending and wiggling inside her. Her fluids mixed with the water falling around them. Now she could feel a fluttering sensation in her lower abdomen, a pressure building up that couldn’t be stopped. Her fingers were growing more frantic, more ecstatic and jittery, wanting to finish her off.

 

The sensation was beginning to blossom, spreading throughout her whole body. Her walls clamped down on the fingers still in her and her mouth took in as much as possible as she felt a powerful climax surge through her like a locomotive. Feng cried out and her hips bucked wildly, sending the woman on top of her over the edge in unison.

 

“Ahh-AHH! I’M CUMMING!” Cerebella wailed. Her legs gave out as she collapsed onto Feng. Her fingers scrambled frantically over her clit and her butt stuck up in the air as a bit of fluid squirted out. After a moment, the rest of her body gave way as well.

 

Her head rested on the girl’s stomach, feeling her labored breathing quiet down. Only the pitter patter of the water could be heard, massaging their tired forms with thin, continuous droplets. After a few quiet moments bathing in afterglow, Cerebella removed her headware and let out a relieved sigh.

 

“See? I can handle myself and then some!” Feng lifted up her head in a sort of drunken stupor, her senses still trying to return to normal. She wiped her bangs out of her eyes and returned the sigh.

 

“Yeah, I guess you can.” She managed to prop herself up on one arm before looking down at her, her tone more serious. “Just promise me one thing, though: you’ll only do this sort of thing with me. I might not like what they do, but I’ll be damned if I they try to do anything like this to you.” Cerebella smiled warmly and pecked the girl on the mouth. The surprising gesture made the Dragon Empire girl’s skin turn red again. She wrapped her arms around her neck and laid her head back down.

 

“I promise, Feng. Of course.”