Mildew
by Kinto Mythostian


"Honey, I'm home!" Duna shouted as she stepped through the door to the tiny apartment. She let the door swing shut behind her with a slam; both of the black-and-white goat's hands were clutching heavy shopping bags.

"Duna, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?" Iveno, her roommate, appeared at the other end of the hall. The slender gazelle's fiery green eyes were narrowed into a glare as she looked at her friend. "Mrs. Findler next door already thinks we're lesbians as it is."

"I know. It's hilarious."

Iveno gave an exasperated sigh. The gazelle didn't have a boyfriend, but it wasn't for lack of trying. After a particularly nasty breakup last year, she had moved in with Duna. Duna... Iveno honestly had no idea which team her friend was playing for; the goat never gave a straight answer. Or a gay answer for that matter.

"I think I've solved our mildew problem," Duna proclaimed, setting down her bags and withdrawing a metal canister.

"Thank god. That stuff's been there so long I think it's achieved sentience. What'd you get?"

Duna tossed the canister to the gazelle. "See for yourself. It's infused with OA-92!"

"What's OA-92?" Iveno asked as she perused the label. The label was covered in what she at first thought to be a pattern, but on closer inspection turned out to be an incredibly dense block of fine print.

"I don't know. But my man Scrub said it's the shiznit."

Iveno nodded absentmindedly. Her lips moved as she squinted and read. "Duna... This says 'WARNING: Contains OA-92.' That's not a feature to brag about...."

"You worry too much."

Iveno kept reading. "'Do not use without proper respiratory protection.'"

"They're just saying that."

Iveno's eyes bugged. "Duna, this stuff is for cleaning the internals of starship engines."

"Then think how good it'll do on our bathroom. You have to admit, nothing else has killed that mildew, and we've tried everything short of napalm."

"I'm not entirely sure I'd rather not go with the napalm."

"Stop being such a cryfawn. If it doesn't work... I'll pay your half of the rent next month. Deal?"

Iveno hesitated. The ingredients list was full of bizarre chemicals with names long enough to be a choking hazard. But that mildew was really starting to get to her; the other day she could have sworn it was watching her shower. And Duna's offer was very tempting. What did she have to lose? "Yeah, okay... Deal."

"Great! Meet me in the bathroom in 5," the goat started down the hall to her room. Before walking through the door she turned back to the gazelle, "...Sweetcheeks."

"Duna!"

The goat giggled madly and quickly closed the bedroom door behind her.

-- 5 minutes later --

Iveno strolled into the bathroom, her dainty cloven hooves clicking on the tile. The gazelle was wearing a tattered pair of jeans and a faded t-shirt that had been a gift from her ex-boyfriend; it was emblazoned with the logo of his band. He had played the drums; in retrospect that probably should've been a warning.
 
"You," she pointed a finger at the fungal growth lurking on the grout near the center of the tub, "Are going down."

The mildew sullenly remained immobile.

Iveno flicked her tail. Was it glaring at her?

"Alright! Let's get this party started!" Duna burst into the room like a firecracker, wearing nothing but her faded gray underwear. The goat's fur was a random mosaic of black and white blotches. "You are goin' down, spore-whore!" She flamboyantly flipped a pair of obscene hand gestures at the mildew.

The mildew was unimpressed.

Duna shrugged and picked up the canister from the counter. "So, honey, how's this stuff work?"

"Duna... you bought it. You tell me."

"Well, it sounds like it's liquid," she shook the can, "and there's no spritzer. Do we have any rags?"

"I didn't grab any. Didn't you?"

"No."

Iveno sighed and placed her forehead in her palm, looking down at her chest.

"Maybe we could..." Duna trailed off.

Iveno grinned, her head still bent. "I know what we can use." She raised her head and began to pull off her shirt, navigating it carefully around her horns.

Duna grinned, her yellow eyes twinkling. "Ooh yeah, take it off, hot stuff!"

The sound of a shocked gasp could be heard from the apartment next door through the thin wall. Even Iveno had to smile as Duna stifled a laugh.

The gazelle balled up the shirt and tossed it to the goat. "Here. Maybe that miracle cleaner of yours will make it dissolve," she said while adjusting her bra, her white belly and black sides now bared.

"One can always hope, eh?" Duna popped the tab on the can and poured a generous dollop of solvent onto the fabric.

Iveno was a tad surprised that it appeared as clear as pure water. She was a tad disappointed that the shirt did not immediately begin to melt.

"Holy shit, that smells good," Duna exclaimed and raised the rag to her nose, inhaling deeply.

"Duna, I'm pretty sure that's a bad idea." Iveno had her own nose covered.

"No, seriously. Ives, you have to smell this." The goat held the soaked rag towards her friend.

Hesitantly, the gazelle took a sniff. And then another. And then she inhaled deeply. "Holy fuck, that smells amazing!"

"I know!"

Iveno's nose was filled with the scent of strawberries, freshly-washed laundry, and newly-cut grass with just a hint of a buck in rut. Almost immediately she felt a faint, pleasant tingling in her loins. She tried to ignore it.

Duna tore the shirt into two pieces and handed one to Iveno. "I'll get this end; you start at that end." The goat added another dollop of cleaner to her rag and dropped to her knees beside the bathtub.

Iveno looked at her rag; it was plenty well saturated, but a bit more couldn't hurt. She likewise added a generous splash of fragrant cleaner to her rag before kneeling beside the other end of the bathtub.

The cleaner worked amazingly well; soap scum and mold vanished in just one light swipe of the rag. Iveno shot a quick glare at the mildew nemesis near the middle of the tub; both she and Duna were working towards it. The gazelle imagined the foul fungal fiend quaking in fear as they inexorably closed in on it and the thought made her giggle. She suspected the fumes were making her giddy, but they smelled so good. She took another deep breath through her nose, and felt a strong itch in her genitals.

"Um, Ives?" Duna asked hesitantly, "Are these fumes making you, um, horny?"

"I'm always horny," Iveno giggled and tapped her short straight horns with a finger, "And so are you!" She pointed at Duna's curved goat horns and burst out laughing.

"You know what I mean. Because they're definitely doing it for me-aa-aahohhh...." Duna clenched her thighs together and dropped her rag.

Iveno grinned and set down her rag, the mildew forgotten. The burning in her own loins was growing more intense by the second, the inferno reducing her inhibitions to ash. "I think I can help you with that, Duna..." The gazelle flopped down onto her back and quickly shed her pants and then her panties, tossing them both into the corner. She kicked her legs back and forth in the air, displaying her graceful body to her caprine friend.

Duna moaned happily at the sight of Iveno's pulsing vulva, already hot and slick with passion. Absentmindedly, she began to pull off her panties.

Without even thinking about it, Iveno pounced. She pinned Duna to the ground and buried her muzzle in the goat's sex, her tongue probing her clitoris. Iveno cried out happily as she felt Duna likewise press her nose to the gazelle's aroused genitals and she climaxed almost immediately. Iveno's ecstatic shout was cut short as Duna orgasmed barely a second later, filling the gazelle's mouth with her nectar.

The two friends sixty-nined through four more orgasms each in rapid succession before Iveno pulled herself off Duna and up into a kneeling position. Duna quickly rose to join her and the two kissed deeply, passionately.

"I... I love you..." Duna panted.

"I love... you, too," Iveno gasped between kisses.

"Do you... think... Mrs. Findler is still... listening?"

"Who... the fuck... cares?"

The two entwined in an intimate embrace, their hands exploring each other's sweaty bodies, bras pushed aside to grope at furry breasts, fingers delving deep into vaginas as orgasm after orgasm rocked the pair. The bathroom echoed with loud bleats of wordless pleasure. Neither of them had ever felt anything like this before, and neither of them wanted it to end. 

"Your... your nose... is bleeding..." Iveno observed.

Duna didn't much care. "So?... Your... nipples are bleeding..."

Iveno glanced down and saw that it was true. She giggled. 

Another matched set of orgasms shuddered through them. There was blood in both their cum, but neither noticed.

Iveno buried her muzzle in Duna's coarse goat fur, heavy with sweat. She brushed her tongue up the goat's chest to her shoulder, the salty taste filling her mouth. Duna bleated out another orgasm, one hand clutching the gazelle's back, her other hand expertly fingering Iveno's genitals. Iveno moaned as her friend gently bit the back of her neck; she had always loved it when her boyfriend did that. The gazelle then cried out an ecstatic shout into her friend's chest as her most intense orgasm yet shot through her body.

Then, as abruptly as it had arrived, the unquenchable arousal faded. Iveno and Duna pulled apart, looking at each other's blood- and cum-stained faces in astonishment as the fog lifted.

"Duna... Did we just...?" Iveno whispered.

"Uh-huh."

"...Wow." 

"We should do this again." Duna's entire body twitched and she flopped down heavily onto the tiled floor.

"Sounds good, Duna." Iveno looked closely at her friend. A thin trickle of blood was flowing from the goat's nose and vagina. "Duna?" She was not breathing. 

"Oh, that can't be good..." Iveno mumbled. Suddenly, the sharpest, most agonizing pain Iveno had ever felt seized her entire body in one split-second. The gazelle's green eyes went wide and her mouth opened in a silent scream before she too fell to the floor dead. 

The mildew watched impassively; overall, the fungus considered, sex was overrated. 






Entire first draft written May 24, 2011. Editing completed May 28, 2011.