A flurry of giggles and gasps tumbled into the Brightwater Academy toilet as the magical girls stumbled inside. The door clicked shut behind them with a swift, satisfying snap.
Sabrina Catsune slid her hand along the hem of her leather miniskirt and drew out a small magical wand—a stubby, wobbling thing of cheap plastic, seams visible where the halves were glued together. The paint flaked at the tip, and the glitter embedded in the handle looked more like dust than magic. It resembled one of those cursed Evil Stick toys people used to buy, minus the creepy image inside.
Hinata Kitsune's eyes widened, snapping to the spot between Sabrina's thighs where the wand had emerged. No pockets. No backpack. Just that tight leather skirt—and no panties.
A single, perfectly arched eyebrow rose as Hinata gave Sabrina a scandalised look—the kind that screamed, 'Did you just pull that out of your—?!' without a word. Her lips parted in a silent, fox-sharp "o", cheeks flushing hotter than the corridor sparks, tail flicking in stunned delight.
Sabrina winked, dropping to one knee in a flash of leather and thigh. The wand jammed hard between the push-bar handle and the metal frame—shove, twist, a firm, possessive tug that wedged it tight, the flaking glitter scraping metal with a satisfying screech. Another yank, and the door rattled but held—locked from the inside, the bathroom now their private, echoing kingdom.
She rose slowly, wand still in hand, trailing the tip up Hinata's thigh like a promise.
"No interruptions, fox," Sabrina breathed against Hinata's damp neck, lips dragging over the pulse point in a wet, teasing kiss that drew a shaky moan. Her claw-tipped gloves hooked the scarlet corset's laces, tugging them an inch looser. The gold-edged crimson miniskirt flared as her midriff bared, flame-patterned stockings whispering against silver-stitched leather.
"Just you and me, my little Foxfire…"
"Foxfire... I like that… You make me feel like… a web browser," Hinata breathed.
"Not just any web browser," Sabrina teased, leaning closer, lips brushing the shell of Hinata's ear—warm and soft. "The kind that only opens one very… naughty tab." Her teeth grazed Hinata's earlobe, biting just enough to sting sweetly. The jingling cat tail coiled around Hinata's thigh, brushing delicate lace as flame-crimson hair tumbled over twitching fox ears. The soft scrape of the tail against skin made Hinata catch her breath, pulse fluttering.
A shiver ran through Hinata as Sabrina's touch and whisper hit her. "Wh-what kind of naughty tab…?" she asked, breathy.
Sabrina's grin grew mischievous. "The kind that only browses you," she whispered, fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path along Hinata's thigh. Claws teased sensitive skin, sending sparks of heat and shivering delight rippling upward.
Hinata pressed her thighs together instinctively, letting out a low gasp, fingers tracing the curve of Sabrina's hips, drawing her closer. "Y-you'll need a strong password… to access…"
Her eyes glinted; Sabrina's lips twisted into a feral, predatory smile that made the air tremble. "Oh, Foxfire…" she purred aggressively, claws dragging down the centre of Hinata's chest—slow, deliberate—a path that made her shiver from ears to tail tip. "You don't use passwords anymore."
With a wicked tilt of her head, Sabrina let her claw-tipped glove shift—a fraction of an inch, metal tips catching the lace edge with a faint hook, tugging it aside in a slow, deliberate rip. The claws grazed bare skin—light, feather-soft scratches along the inner thigh crease, tracing sensitive folds with barely-there stings that sparked like electricity on wet silk. The tips circled her entrance, dipping just enough to promise more, making Hinata's core clench.
"S-Sabrina… ahh!" Hinata moaned, loud and broken, echoing off the tiles like shattered magic. Her foxtail lashed wildly as her hips bucked, thighs trembling, breath hitching into a sob of need.
Fingers slipped under Hinata's miniskirt, claws tracing the lace edge and teasing the heat beneath, and Sabrina murmured, breath warm against her collarbone, "It's all fingerprint activated now." Her thumb pressed firmer, circling slow and deliberate, pulling a deep, shivering whimper from Hinata's throat.
"Kitty K-kat… Your claws… they… make me so wet…" Hinata gasped, voice trembling. Her hips bucked instinctively, lace dampening under teasing pressure. Heat pooled and spread, a fiery ache igniting along her thighs, every sharp, feather-light claw-sting making her quiver.
Sabrina's eyes darkened, pupils dilating with a feral glint. A low, rumbling purr rolled from her chest as she leaned closer, breath ghosting over Hinata's neck. Her free hand hooked the corset lace higher, teasing the skin beneath, fingers flexing with promise. Her lips parted, nipping at Hinata's pulse point again, teeth grazing in delicate stings that sent shivers straight to the folds below.
Hinata's hand shot up, catching Sabrina's wrist with gentle firmness, eyes locking with that sly fox glint—mischievous and teasing. Her tail flicked sharply, a punctuation of command, while her chest shivered. The pause didn't cool desire—if anything, it made the heat throb harder, a burning ache pooling deep between her thighs.
"I know you really want to see me completely naked…" Hinata whispered, her voice husky and quivering, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Her free hand slid under Sabrina's jaw, tilting her head, forcing her gaze to meet hers—dark with desire and daring. "I want you to… tear my clothing to shreds with your claws," she murmured, the words trembling on her lips. "I don't care if I have to go home wearing nothing but toilet paper to cover myself… I WANT every inch of me bare for you… my breasts, my hips, my pussy… all of me, just yours….removed my temporary armour"
Sabrina's breath hitched, cat ears twitching with feral delight. Her gloved hand slipped under Hinata's miniskirt, claws barely restrained, tips ghosting over the soft, sensitive skin beneath. Each teasing scrape, each feather-light graze, sent sparks along Hinata's thighs, making her coil, pulse, and shiver helplessly.
"You do realise…" Sabrina murmured, low and teasing, claws flexing along the seams of Hinata's clothing, "We're at Brightwater Academy… every eye daring to glance your way… will see you completely naked. Your curves and folds exposed, every twitch impossible to hide. Everyone you pass will see your breasts, your hips, your ass, your pussy… the slick heat between your thighs… and there's no escaping it…. some might even take photos Every step, every gasp, every shiver broadcasts exactly how responsive, how desperate you are. And once I go feral, there's no stopping me—every inch of you, every reaction, every whimper, mine to claim, mine to tease… until you're utterly exposed, burning, and begging for more."
Hinata's lips curved into a wicked, breathless smile, eyes sparkling with fire. Heat pooled low, quivering with want, tail coiling tighter around Sabrina's wrist like a tether of need.
"I know…" she whispered, husky and trembling, every word dripping with longing. "And I want that too… I want everyone to see… to know you own me, that I'm completely yours. Every glance, every brush of your fingers, every teasing smile… it sets me on fire. I can't stop thinking about you… craving you. I need to be yours… entirely, completely exposed, vulnerable, so you can see… feel… exactly how much I ache for you."
A sharp inhale ran through Sabrina. Her claws hovered over heated skin, metallic tips flexing with restrained hunger. Her cat ears twitched, a low purr vibrating as she drank in every shiver of desire. Hinata's pulse thundered, tail flicking, eyes locked on Sabrina's with feral intensity. She shivered again, quivering, every nerve alive at the thought of being utterly exposed—and she wanted it. She craved it. She ached for it… all because of Sabrina.