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BEASTARS Season 1: Ep. 12.1 Drip Dry

Mortified, battered, bruised, beaten, and unreasonably aroused, Legoshi laid in his rented bed on his side, curled in on himself almost defensively. Wide awake, he stared pointedly at the wall nearest his bedside. His long legs, still covered by his uniform slacks, drew closer to his chest, his tail curling between his thighs. Keenly aware of his surroundings, he did his best to focus on the slow, steady drip of his undershirt drying in the bathroom and the low hum of the air conditioner, trying to ignore the whisper of breath coming from the small, frail rabbit behind him.

Impossibly, the grey wolf tensed further when her tiny hand came to rest between his shoulder blades. The warmth in our hands; it's something we take for granted. I should be happy that I was able to save her. I didn't let her hands get cold... I'm so glad... They're warm. The thoughts echoed in Legoshi's mind and he pressed his eyes tightly closed, forcing hot tears the fur around his eyes. Taking a deep, quivering breath, the comparatively huge wolf rolled, careful of Haru's extended arm, to kneel over the shocked dwarf rabbit. Slowly, he leaned down, until he had to adjust, propping himself up on his elbows. Long arms slid under her light frame, cradling the snowy white lagomorph. Legoshi sank further still, until he hugged Haru tightly to his broad chest, nestling his snout in the crook of the rabbit's neck.

For her part, Haru gasped. The last thing she'd expected of this unsociable, quiet wolf was this, especially after he'd so adamantly refuted her. She couldn't make heads or tales of him. Her body had forced its way into his mouth, and he'd denied every predatory instinct she'd ever heard of. They'd parted awkwardly, and he seemed to refuse even the slightest affection. And now here he was, on top of her once more, embracing her with his nose buried in the soft fur of her throat. Haru couldn't help but squirm. It was her instinct; her legs kicked with every hot breath that soaked her fur, despite Legoshi's gentle touch.

"I'm sorry, Haru," came the wolf's soft voice, the low rumble in his voice resonating from his chest to hers before he withdrew, allowing her to fall back to rest on the bouncy mattress. "Do... You want me?"

Haru didn't know what to make of him. It seemed like he'd calmed down, at least visibly. His eyes peered into hers, and she could only find earnestness there. She lifted her arms and cupped his cheeks as best she could in her small palms. A soft smile curved her lips as her thumbs stroked over his coarse fur. She didn't answer immediately, instead opting to lean back up and plant a soft kiss on his lips.

She withdrew, letting her eyes slide open once more, only to find what could only be described as a dazzled wolf. Legoshi's eyes were wide, almost panicked, and his nostrils were flared broadly. Haru couldn't help but giggle.

"Yes, I think I do.

With that, the rabbit squirmed free of the wolf's arms, aided by him half rolling off of her when she began to move. Haru placed a hand on his hip and pushed him over. Legoshi complied easily. The rabbit threw a leg over the large wolf's narrow hips and settled atop them. Reaching behind her, the lapine rested one dainty paw of the strained fly of Legoshi's slacks, rubbing over the warm mound of fabric covered flesh. She couldn't help he eyes' widening a bit, just as the wolf couldn't help his own sharp, nervous gasp.

Haru had gotten a hint at Legoshi's endowment that day in the Gardening Club's shed, her home away from home at school, where he'd frantically covered her with a sheet and slammed his tail in the door on the way out. To say he was small then would have been a lie. His sheath was thick and heavy. She doubted she could wrap her fingers all the way around it. It was fitting for such a large carnivore. That day, she had intended him to be her first carnivore and been left confused and denied. Tonight, of all night, after the trials with the Shishigumi, in this questionable hotel. But the important part was Legoshi.

The wolf's claws dug into the sheets and he bit his lip as Haru's nimble fingers tugged open the fly of his slacks. His body strained, but he fought off the urge to resist. Soon, her small hand managed to pull Legoshi's zipper open, and slipped into the fly of his boxers. A low, relieved groan sounded from below as Haru's fingers explored the wolf's needy flesh. She stroked him slowly, tapered tip to swelling base, and she couldn't help but shiver, her hips rolling shallowly, grinding her mound against his lower stomach through her panties, hidden by Legoshi's uniform shirt. Haru moaned softly as she moved, her free paw reaching for the grey wolf's. She grasped two on his fingers gently.

The digits instantly relaxed under the rabbit's touched, and followed as Haru tucked them under the hem of her borrowed shirt. She guided his hand, rubbing it warmly along her inner thigh and up to her belly. Her hips bucked when Legoshi's thumb rubbed over the hood of her clit, and he withdrew instantly, his eyes fearful and wide. The lagomorph did her best to sooth, letting his hand tent the shirt she wore, glad he hadn't pulled it away entirely.

"Shh," Haru cooed. "I'm not hurt. I'll be gentle, I promise."

With that, she gave his fingers another tug, and after a moment of hesitation, Legoshi allowed it to follow once more. The rabbit guided that massive mitt to her chest, which she arched forward encouragingly. She offered a moan; soft, sweet, and only a little exaggerated, but only for the benefit of her new lover, to prove she wasn't in pain. He was being careful with his claws when he started to massage. One hand covered nearly her whole chest. Legoshi was delicate, one roughly padded finger rubbed in slow, experimental circles while the rest cradled the rest on the plush mound. Haru arched into the attention, offering another soft moan to the wolf's attentive ears.

Haru could feel Legoshi's pulse in against her wrist as her paw explored the wolf's unfamiliar flesh. This was her first, and the canid shaft felt intimidating. She hadn't even seen it. So she ground her hips against the underclassman's pelvis and chewed her lip, pausing only to peer backwards curiously. Her eyes widened at what she saw. Legoshi was about the same size as Louis, if she had to guess, but the wolf was thicker, almost as wide as her wrist just past the tip before it swelled. Curiously, she drew her hand from his twitching arousal, only to find herself tethered to his tapered tip by a clear tendril. The tenuous strand finally snapped, and the raised her arm to her muzzle. Her nose twitched feverishly as tongue darted past snowy lips and sampled the stain in her fur. Her fur stood on end and her body coiled in against itself, as if preparing to leap away, but instead, her fingers curled into the thick fur of Legoshi's chest, and she forced herself to sit back up.

"My body," the rabbit panted. "It wants me to run." There was strain in her voice, but her delicate fingers closed tightly over Legoshi's muzzle as it opened so he could speak. "I don't want to run. I want to stay here. With you. And do this."

The rabbit's words were forceful and strong, and a resolute fire burned in her wide eyes. Haru pulled herself up onto the grey wolf's chest, adjusting her grip on his muzzle to plan a soft kiss there once more before she slid down and away once more. Once on either side of his relatively narrow hips, Haru sat up as tall as she could. Slender fingers wrapped around Legoshi's leaking shaft and lifted, holding it to her belly. She peered down at his flesh with fierce determination. She couldn't sheath Louis, but she was going to do he best to get the wolf just as deep.

"Hold my hips," Haru commanded as she slowly worked her way to her feet, her stance awkwardly wide despite her ankled being pressed to the wolf's hips. Legoshi did as he was told, curling all ten fingers around the rabbit's hips. They overlapped. He didn't know how tightly she wanted to be held, so he did his best to support her without constraint. She stepped awkwardly out of her panties, accidentally stepping on Legoshi in the process. She hadn't thought this though, but it was happening, now. She pulled off the uniform shirt that her form swam in, adding it to the pile of bedding before topping it with her bra. Then she squatted.

It was a slow, careful affair. Haru took her time lining the wolf up with her entrance, biting her lip as she moved his thankfully slick shaft, teasing herself with his tip before she eased down on it. At first, there was easy, pleasant friction, an ideal penetration, in Haru's opinion. She sank lower, moaning low in her chest as his shaft began to taper, and she began to stretch. Undeterred, the rabbit's hips churned, and she worked more of her lover's length into herself, aided by gravity and the gentle pressure of Legoshi's grasp.

The wolf panted desperately through his nose until Haru released his snout. Everything felt amazing, from the plush, silky hips gyrating in his paws to the indescribable heat and pleasure radiating along his shaft. It felt almost like Haru's flesh was trying to suck him deeper, gripping and pulsing around his flesh needfully as Haru tried to work more of him inside. Legoshi could feel a firm barrier compress the spongy tip of his shaft, and he shuddered as the rabbit above gave a low moan moments before his world imploded. Legoshi was dimly aware of the contestant, toe curling friction that continued as Haru writhed above him, the wolf was washed away in the tide of Haru's orgasm. Her passage squeezed and nursed at his turgid flesh, and all he could do to deny his instinct and drive his hips upward.

He was rewarded for it when Haru's thighs began to quiver visibly.

"Help me lay on your chest," came the next order. This one was less commanding. Haru's voice was faltering, but she did her best to stay in control, and Legoshi's obedience was instant. One hand left her hip and braced on the mattress to sit up while the other rose to her back. He sandwiched her gently between his chest and palm before easing back down. He didn't mind that he was slipping out of the rabbit, but she did. She made every effort to keep the wolf buried deep inside. Finally, she settled as comfortably as she could, he knees splayed wide aside Legoshi's and her head resting just below his heart. They both laid quiet, panting and clinging to one another. Experimentally, the wolf's hand, no longer propping himself up, slid onto Haru's rump and gave it a squeeze. The flush in her cheeks deepened.

"Legoshi, make love to me, or devour me. The choice is yours." Her words were airy, but had no less weight than they had when she'd first said them. "You have to make a choice."

This time, Legoshi didn't panic. This time, the answer was obvious. But what about next time?

This was the time. There was no worrying about what might happen. He wasn't taking the warmth in Haru's hands for granted any longer.

"I'm going to make love to you," the wolf announced softly, nosing at the tip of one of Haru's large ears. Slowly, he rolled over, arching his body to keep the rabbit aloft and using his head and knees to support them. He laid her shoulders down delicately on the sheets and sat up, settling both paws on her hips, holding them up between his thighs. He peered down at their coupling and was astounded. He'd known whatever barrier had stopped him had kept him from being fully inside, but Haru had managed almost half of him! She was barely half of his height! It was amazing, only made better by the fact that he could feel every movement she made, and it was exquisite.

And he made love to her. With one arm curled around the rabbit's hips and the other supporting him on the mattress above her head, Legoshi rolled his hips as steadily as his non-existent experience would allow. His head hung low, his jaws agape and his tongue lolling as he panted across Haru's throat and cheat. Moans and grunts filled the air as the pair moved. Haru cried out, clinging to Legoshi's abdomen as she came and came again. Legoshi's sheer size made him grind against her g-spot constantly. She had no say in these orgasms, they took her and ran, time after time, devouring her more thoroughly than any Carnivore could.

Legoshi lasted longer than even he thought was possible. The heavenly stimulation drove him to the edge of madness, and each shrill moan, each delightful squeeze of her flesh around his was another piece of the rapidly crumbling ground beneath him.

And then he fell.

Legoshi bit back a snarl and had to force himself not to cram himself forward. He was mostly successful. Haru yelped, but the wolf bore down on her, squeezing her just as tightly as he had the night they met. She froze, her instincts informing her of imminent death. And then she felt it. Legoshi was cumming, filling every available space in her already overstuffed body. She melted around him, his liquid heat pooling in her belly and diffusing through her form. She moaned for him, but not for his benefit. He cultivated the noised and made it grow, from a low, guttural thing to a high, keening whine as her arms coiled as tightly as they could around his broad neck.

An eternity passed in Legoshi's mind. He was lost in a world of warmth and rabbit. He emptied himself into Haru thoroughly, through tingling limbs and a hazy gaze. In reality, it was only a moment or two before he collapsed, exhausted, only to scramble in a panic away from a giggling Haru. She couldn't help herself. Despite the heavy limbs and sore pelvis, all she could do was curl in on herself and laugh giddily as he panicked. She calmed slowly, taking the energy to right herself and sit up, still happily panting between half-controled giggles.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to crush you! Are you alright?!"

The romantic moment was gone, but the youthful energy remained.

"I'm fine, I'm fine! Calm down! Come here!"

Legoshi hesitantly returned, leaning in toward Haru. She smiled sweetly and took hold of his scruffy cheeks, tugging his gently forward, until the wolf was forced to lay back down, and the rabbit settled next to him, working her way under his arm and pressing her shoulders back against his chest. Legoshi's arms moved, one tucking under his head, the other draping over Haru's slim stomach. His long fingers stroked slowly over it.

_ So we left the hotel, and we left having done something._