User:Exotoro/Pizza for Two

PIZZA FOR TWO

Pizayarō knew could either go very badly or very well for her. She invited Amatsuchi over, that fish fucker, after all. It was kind of funny in a way, because while Amatsuchi wanted nothing but dead fish in rolls, Pizayarō wanted her alive touch, her warmth, her very much living body. She had obsessed over her for years, never knowing if Amatsuchi even felt remotely the same.

She sat down at the table, examining her perfect display carefully. Two very ornate plates, two very ornate cups, a fork and knife in case she wanted to cut up her pizza, and pizza she had personally prepared for herself; one side sardines, the other pepperoni. She had considered Fuckign Babearonis but she felt it might be too broadcasting of her actual intentions of this meal.

The doorbell rang. There was no turning back. It was time for pizza for two.

Amatsuchi stood there at the door, her unblinking eyes, her salmon pink hair, her schoolgirl outfit that she wore despite being out of school years ago, all the features Pizayarō had prized after for, perhaps even lusted after, waving at Pizayarō. Pizayarō herself didn’t wear anything but a leather jacket and panties, tilting down her sunglasses. She welcomed her in.

Don’t be yourself. She thought to herself. You always push her away with this tsundere attitude and you never learn… Pizayarō and Amatsuchi sat down, the pizza between the two.

“Nice place you got here… are those sardines?” asked Amatsuchi, staring at the pizza. Pizayarō simply nodded. Yeah, they were.

“Yep, those are… I know how you like your fish.” she said, giggling. She was beginning to notice that Amatsuchi had grown a little, she didn’t exactly know when this happened but she had a b-cup now…

“Heh…” Amatsuchi, said, giggling back. She took a slice, putting it on her plate. “Jeez, you really went all out on the table set huh…”

“Well, I reserve the best for you…” said Pizayarō, hoping this wasn’t some kind of turn off for her.

“This is pretty good so far…” Amatsuchi said as she took a bite. She picked off the sardines, reserving them later for her usual purposes. Pizayarō took a slice of the pepperoni pizza so Amatsuchi wouldn’t feel awkward about eating alone, as she currently was. She was overthinking everything, having no real other option but to do so. This had to go well.

Amatsuchi put the crust down and went for a second slice. “You don’t like the crusts?” asked Pizayarō. Amatsuchi looked at her weirdly and Pizayarō’s heart nearly sank, horrified that she was looking at her like that. “You don’t have to eat them… here look…” she said as she tore off the rest of her pepperoni and left nothing but the crust and began to slide down her panties. She propped herself up to show Amatsuchi as she prodded her pussy with the crust. “Haa-aah…” she moaned.

Amatsuchi figured there was no harm in it, hiking up her own skirt to prod the crust near her pussy, entering it slowly as Pizayarō did the same. “Ungh… it’s not fish but it feels… good…” Amatsuchi moaned. The two played with their crusts for a bit before stopping, although neither exactly sure why they did.

“So… uh, that’s something you can do.” Pizayarō said, breathing a bit hard. She was amazed she managed to convince Amatsuchi to do that, but it would be much harder if she intended to go the full way with her… which was why she invited her to begin with. She was the big fish in the pond, but she hadn’t gotten Amatsuchi to throw her line out yet.

The two finished up their pizza, Pizayarō putting the rest into her fridge. Amatsuchi was preparing to leave, but she didn’t just invite her for pizza. She had to keep telling herself that, to make sure that she didn’t just let her go once again. She needed to keep Amatsuchi here, but she had planned that out well by now.

“You mentioned you thought this was a nice place…” said Pizayarō, putting her arms behind her back. Amatsuchi nodded, a bit confused. “Well, see, I was wondering if you would like me to show you around…”

“Hmm…” said Amatsuchi as she held the sardines in her hands. “I guess if it won’t take too long…” Amatsuchi followed her to the kitchen area and Pizayarō handed her a ziploc bag to put the sardines in. Pizayarō waved her hands around as she showed Amatsuchi around.

“That’s the stove, that’s the sink, that’s the island, that’s the mixer, and that’s the phone…” Pizayarō listed, going at a fast, frantic pace. She just needed to keep Amatsuchi interested until her bedroom and then enact phase 3…

“This is my living room, it’s got a couch and a lot of wet pizza crusts… there’s also a tv…” she said. She knew this was a terrible shoddy job, but Amatsuchi didn’t mind as she walked into the living room. “Hahaha… I really should have vacuumed…” she nervously said. Amatsuchi picked up a tape.

“Zellen Strikes Out?” asked Amatsuchi, Pizayarō suddenly realizing she just picked up the tape she was watching last night to try and curb her crippling horny loneliness.

“Just a movie… moving onward…” she said, as she pushed Amatsuchi to her last room… her bedroom. “This is my bedroom, everyone has one of those!” nervously said Pizayarō, becoming more and more unhinged. Her heart beated faster and faster, she wasn’t sure WHAT she was doing anymore. Amatsuchi stepped inside, looking around at her stuff. She tapped her figure of Multiverse Fighter Association member Corrina, perking her eyebrows up.

“This is a nice place as I said before… glad I got to see it.” Amatsuchi said, before turning around. Pizayarō’s heart sank and she wasn’t sure why, because she obviously had to do more than this if she was ever gonna capture her heart… but in the moment she forgot everything she planned and just fell to her knees.

“You okay?” asked Amatsuchi, bending onto her knees and patting her back. Pizayarō hugged her tight, tears coming down her eyes.

“I’m a bad, bad friend, an even worse rival…” she sobbed. “...and you know why? Because I fell in love with YOU, and you don’t have eyes for anyone else but dead fish that you shovel up in your pussy and I’m not saying it to be mean, I’m just stating the facts…” she sobbed more, hugging her tighter. “I’m sorry I was so mean to you before, I was just… trying to lie to myself I guess. Because if I was hateful and mean to you, it meant I didn’t like you but every night I went home alone I knew that wasn’t true and I don’t know why I didn’t stop until recently…”

“Pizayarō…” Amatsuchi said, hugging her tightly back. “It’s okay…”

“No, it’s not, because I’m in love with someone that can’t love me back...” Pizayarō said quietly. “You don’t love me and I don’t know I pretended like you could. I didn’t invite you just for pizza…”

“Well…” Amatsuchi said, quietly. “You’re wrong on one front.”

“Hmm…?” asked Pizayarō, opening her eyes wide and glancing at her. Amatsuchi smiled.

“I do love you.” she said.

“Is that the truth…?” she asked her, barely able to process what was going on.

“It’s 100% the truth.” said Amatsuchi.

Pizayarō picked Amatsuchi and laid her down on the bed. “What are we doing on the bed?” asked Amatsuchi as Pizayarō kneeled over her. She giggled as she saw Pizayarō take her jacket off, exposing her bare chest to her.

“This…” said Pizayarō as she leaned to kiss the fish fucker she craved for so long. She ran a hand up her shirt, knowing she wore nothing under it because she presumably liked to rub her tits up and down a solid salmon every once in awhile. She touched her right nipple, Amatsuchi beginning to pant.

“Mmm… y-you know, I have a better idea…” Amatsuchi said, panting as she felt her thumb play with her nipple. “You remember how to access your transformation?”

“Oh, I get what you’re getting at…” smirked Pizayarō. “Well then, we’ll do it together…” The two shoved a sparkling tuna and a sparkling bread crust respectively up their pussies, moaning as their bodies transformed into buxom and shapely ones with little covering their private bits, which they took off quickly anyway. Pizayarō leaned her front into Amatsuchi’s, their breasts rubbing against each other. They were stupidly big, but that’s how both of them liked them. Pizayarō slid her fingers around Amatsuchi’s pussy, playing with her vaginal lips. Amatsuchi moaned lowly as she felt her enter inside, gripping onto her hips, close to her ass.

“You know…” as Pizayarō felt her grip tighter and tighter there as she fingered her deeper and deeper, “You could use this pizza crust…” she said, handing her a fresh pizza crust. Amatsuchi blushed brightly and followed her vague instructions, inserting it deeply into Pizayarō’s ass. Pizayarō let out a cooing moan as she lightly bit on one of Amatsuchi’s nipples. Amatsuchi moaned loudly as Pizayarō licked and suckled on it.

As Pizayarō squirmed her fingers inside, she could feel the crust go deeper inside of her, moaning as she felt it go deeper inside. It wasn’t like her to reveal her weak spot to anyone, but Amatsuchi was special. Meanwhile, Amatsuchi moaned louder and louder, causing her to quickly shift hands so she could tug on her other nipple.

As much as she never wanted this to end, it had to at some point as both of them climaxed, spilling juices out from their collective pussies. Panting hard, Pizayarō laid next to her lover, wrapping her arms her. She wasn’t going to ever let her go unless she asked. Amatsuchi closed her eyes, smiling.

And then Pizayarō woke up.

The End