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Sharing is Caring	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: +M to R > Rosario Vampire Views: 13770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Rosario+Vampire's setting, concepts, and characters belong to Ikeda Akihisa. I make no money from writing this.

Chapter List
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Chapter 6: Chiaroscuro
- Voy, Fingering, F/F
Night reigned silently over Yokai Academy, the silvery moonlight bathing the darkened buildings in its glow. Chill late-autumn breezes whipped the leaves of the trees all around the school into a frenzy of rustling. Ginei Morioka – “Gin” for short – snapped a wide-angle shot of the grounds, the last one he needed for his senior project. A wistful smile tugged at his lips. I think I’m gonna miss this place after I graduate, he ruminated. At least I know the Newspaper Club’ll be in good hands, even if that punk Tsukune hogs all the cute girls.
The werewolf shook his head in exasperation. What do they see in him? I don’t get it. I mean, sure, he doesn’t fondle them or sneak up-skirt photos whenever possible or threaten to mate with them whether they want to or not. He winced. I think I just answered my own question.
Gin ran a hand through his hair. I wonder if the rumors I heard were true – that he’s actually dating all of them now. Bastard, he griped. Maybe I should actually attend a Club meeting for once and find out.
One window lit up, drawing Gin’s attention. He peered through his camera’s viewfinder and cycled through magnification levels until he could see into the room. He caught the briefest glimpse of aqua hair and gigantic knockers, identifying the room’s occupant as none other than Kurumu Kurono, one of his juniors and a member of the Newspaper Club.
A midnight rendezvous? the werewolf wondered. How scandalous! How… newsworthy. He settled in to get the scoop.
~~~~~
Kurumu rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she answered the knock. On the other side of the door stood Mizore in just a black tank-top and shorts; her fair skin shone softly in the light. With a grouchy frown, the succubus asked, “What do you want, stalker? Tsukune’s not here, and it’s Yukari’s week anyway.”
Mizore blushed slightly. “I know, I just…” She sighed. “Can I come in?”
“Fine,” grumbled the more buxom girl, stepping out of the way to let the snow-demon inside. Once the door was shut once more, Kurumu folded her arms across her expansive assets and prompted, “Well? This better be good, to wake me up in the middle of the night like this.”
Shamefaced, Mizore reached into her shorts pocket and produced a small black booklet, which she presented. “I wanted to apologize,” she answered.
“My diary!” shouted Kurumu as she recognized the object in Mizore’s hand. Face aflame, she snatched it back and glowered at her supposed friend. “You read it, didn’t you? You promised!” the succubus growled.
The ice-demon’s blush deepened. She’d read it, all right; the diary had proven more akin to a repository of all the sexual fantasies of a frustrated teenage succubus. Most revolved around Tsukune, of course, but others had surprised and shocked even Mizore’s somewhat jaded sensibilities, avid hentai reader that she was.
Some of the highlights included (but were not limited to) trysts with each female member of the Newspaper Club, an all-girl orgy with everyone, a seduction of Ms. Nekonome, and a surprisingly-torrid threesome with Tsukune and Gin. That last one had awakened in Mizore a curiosity to try anal, though she doubted that Tsukune would even be slightly interested. Kurumu’s vivid imagination had fed Mizore’s own; she’d masturbated furiously along with each one in turn, especially those involving her.
“All of it,” Mizore finally answered bluntly, but with a small smile curled around her lollipop. “I really enjoyed it,” she added, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
“D-Don’t tell anyone, okay?” pleaded Kurumu. “It’s my stupid succubus libido; I’m horny pretty much all the time,” she admitted sheepishly, “even now that I’ve been with my Destined One.”
“I know,” grumbled Mizore. “Every night last week – the whole hall heard you.”
“Not to mention, thinking about all those possibilities comes naturally,” Kurumu continued, babbling as though she hadn’t heard her friend’s complaint. “I… hope you don’t… think I’m weird now… for thinking about you… that way.”
The snow-woman pulled her lollipop from her mouth and smiled at the opening presented. “It didn’t change my opinion at all,” she answered slyly.
Unsure how to interpret that, the succubus glared. Her lips look really soft, she noticed to her chagrin. I bet Tsukune really likes kissing her… not that she could hold a candle to me in that department, of course, she mused. Kurumu took a step closer to the other girl, spurred by her instincts, her curiosity regarding Mizore’s kissing capabilities.
For her part, Mizore also closed the distance between them, face aglow as she felt herself being drawn toward the alluring succubus. “Ever since that day in class,” she began in a murmur, “I’ve thought about… Now I know you do too.” She swallowed a nervous lump lodged in her throat. “Would you --?”
Kurumu cut her off by lunging forward to lock lips. Caught by surprise, Mizore nearly dropped her lollipop, though she managed to hold on. After the initial surprise of the kiss, the snow-woman started to respond, and soon the girls were engaged in full-fledged snogging.
The two girls pressed close in an effort to touch each other as much as possible. Mizore’s free hand wrapped around the small of Kurumu’s back. The succubus cupped her friend’s cheek with one hand, while the other rested on the snow-woman’s stomach, in no-man’s-land between bosom and groin.
The girls’ tongues nuzzled, exploring one another, as well as the contours of each other’s lips. With increasing passion, the two teens began rubbing their bodies together, subtly at first, bosom on bosom and groin on thigh. To Kurumu, Mizore tasted like vanilla ice cream with a hint of cherry, thanks to the lingering flavor of the lollipop; to Mizore, Kurumu tasted like mint, likely thanks to her toothpaste.
Their hands began to drift in different directions. The ice-demon moved her hand around and upward to trail over one of Kurumu’s incredible assets, drawing a muffled moan from the other girl. The succubus responded in kind, sliding a hand upward to tease one of Mizore’s nipples through the fabric of her tank-top; Mizore rewarded her with a sharp intake of breath through her nose.
Before long, the two friends and rivals were lying on Kurumu’s mattress, kissing and fondling each other with increasing abandon. Moans from Kurumu and soft cursing from Mizore filled the room. Buttons became unbuttoned and strings were untied, loosening different garments. Soon the succubus’ breasts were bare and the ice-woman’s snow-white skin gleamed where her legs and rear were exposed.
“Your hands are cold,” whimpered Kurumu as her icy friend kneaded her bosom skin-to-skin.
“I read in a magazine that some people like having ice cubes on their nipples,” replied Mizore as she thumbed Kurumu’s nipples to emphasize her point. “Damn, these monsters really are soft.”
Kurumu moaned and nuzzled Mizore’s neck. She kissed and nibbled at the icy girl’s earlobes, while her own hands worked the smaller breasts which fit perfectly in her palms. The succubus felt her desire building at a precipitous pace. Her groin ground against Mizore’s thigh insistenly.
For her part, Mizore squeezed Kurumu’s breasts more firmly, savoring their pillowy texture as well as the moans that her fondling drew forth. She suppressed a twinge of jealousy at her friend’s enormous endowments by remembering that Tsukune loved her more-modest ice-cream-scoops just as much. The snow-woman could tell the succubus was nearing her peak, but Mizore’s would remain out of reach without further stimulation. To that end, she murmured, “Rub my pussy, Kurumu. Fuck me with your fingers.”
“Mmm… me too, Mizore!” blurted the succubus.
Soon the two girls had guided their hands to the other’s most intimate area – Mizore slipping hers into Kurumu’s panties, Kurumu reaching around and under Mizore’s taut rump. They found one another quite soaked already. Expert masturbators both, they knew just how to tease each other’s sensitive nubs and eager openings. Moans became screams of ecstasy; a string of vehement swearing soon joined.
Kurumu yelped as her partner slipped a finger fully inside. The lone digit felt quite cool, though not cold – and surprisingly good. The succubus screamed when a second finger joined the first and both began pumping. Not to be outdone, she gave the snow-woman a similar treatment.
“Oh, fuck!” Mizore whispered as she felt two of Kurumu’s almost-painfully warm fingers penetrate her at the same time. Due to the angles involved, the succubus couldn’t enter quite as deeply, but the snow-woman didn’t mind, especially when the fingers started thrusting. “So fucking warm,” she added, grateful for the cooling influence of the lollipop long ago returned to her mouth.
Moments later, they climaxed together, Mizore’s soft swearing swallowed by Kurumu’s cacophony of moans.
~~~~~
Gin frowned as his camera clicked its last exposure, the roll of film utterly spent; he’d hoped to get a few shots of the two beauties in their afterglow. The werewolf shrugged, his frown reversing itself. “Still, I got some great shots to add to my collection. Now I know I’m gonna miss this place once I’m gone, if this kinda show becomes a regular feature.” He shook his head as he ambled back to his room to develop the film. “Tsukune, you really are a jerk,” he cursed his junior, not for the first or last time.
~~~~~
Back in Kurumu’s room, the two teen monster-girls lay on their backs, panting, staring at the ceiling as their orgasms subsided. Still half-naked, they tried to process what had just happened between them, what lines had irrevocably been crossed, and what this incident might portend. Without realizing, they clasped hands, while their feet brushed against each other soothingly.
“Frosty, I gotta say,” began Kurumu, breaking the silence that had settled over them like a comfortable blanket, “I really needed that. Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it,” replied Mizore. “I mean it, Boobzilla – not a word to anyone.”
“I don’t kiss and tell,” the succubus huffed. In a more nervous tone, she asked, “How did you, um, enjoy it? I did my best, but I've never... y'know... with a girl before.”
A small smile curled the snow-demon’s lips. “Damn,” she replied simply, at which Kurumu giggled. “Maybe… maybe when it’s not our turn with Tsukune… we should… help each other out like this,” Mizore suggested. “Besides, you need to show me how to kiss like you do,” she added, blushing fiercely.
“I could probably use it,” admitted Kurumu. “Now that I know what I’m missing, it’s that much harder to go without.”
Mizore sat up on her elbows, regarding her friend with a naughty, mischievous smile. “Actually, I just had an idea for a surprise for Tsukune…”
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A/N: Something a little different this chapter, for a change of pace. Thanks to those who've left reviews on previous chapters! I'm grateful for that feedback, as well as ratings, PMs, and posts to the discussion thread on the forums (link for your convenience: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/60419-discussion-thread-for-sharing-is-caring-and-related-rv-works ).
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