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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Aranea/Meenah
  Character:
      Aranea, Meenah
  Additional Tags:
      Hermaphroditic_Trolls, Xenophilia
  Series:
      Part 6 of Tumblr_Requests
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-05-13 Words: 1623
****** Silk ******
by dogtier
Summary
     Aranea and Meenah ruin Aranea's new thigh high stockings together.
Notes
     Written for an anonymous requester for my 100 Tumblr Followers
     Request-A-Thon. Originally posted on tumblr_here.
     Meenah's frilled bulge inspired by Xenosexual.
Aranea tried to restrain her excitement as she carefully unwrapped her new
purchase. They were so soft and perfectly white. She ran her fingers over the
silk admiring the contrast between them and her grey fingers before she just
couldn't stand it anymore. She kicked off her shoes and socks and sat on the
edge of her bed. She probably should have washed up first but she was too
eager. Her foot slid delicately into the fabric and she wriggled her toes. It
felt so cool and nice. She took her time pulling the stocking up her leg,
pausing every few inches to subtly adjust things so it was all laying straight
and even. She wanted to make sure it were in no danger of being ripped. But
finally it was all the way up, ending just a few inches above the hem of her
skirt. Aranea smiled.
She got the second one on faster. She was still careful, always careful, but it
barely took any time before she was rushing over to the mirror to admire her
reflection. When she stood still it looked like she was wearing full tights,
but when she turned her skirt flared up slightly and you saw subtle little
flashes of her smooth, bare thighs. Oh, she looked so wonderful. So feminine
and dainty. The white made her legs look so thin and long. She rubbed her legs
together, enjoying how they glided across each other with barely a whisper.
"Look at you," came Meenah's voice from behind her. Aranea could see her in the
mirror and she tugged her skirt down in embarrassment. "Aw, don't be such a
prude."
"I'm not a prude," Aranea protested weakly. She didn't want to speak up, Meenah
might think she was arguing and Aranea hated it when they argued. When had
Meenah come in? Had she been watching long?
Meenah walked up behind Aranea and placed her hands over Aranea's. Meenah
stroked Aranea's knuckles until she released the fabric of her skirt. Meenah
hooked her chin over Aranea's shoulder and smiled at her in the mirror as she
placed her hands on Aranea's silk covered legs. Aranea shivered.
"Meenah," Aranea began. Meenah gave a hard stare and Aranea shut up. Meenah
rubbed the silk in tiny little circles, her fingers inching higher each time
until they were pushing up Aranea’s skirt. Aranea grabbed them just before they
reached skin.
“I thought you said you weren’t a prude,” Meenah teased.
“I’m not!” Aranea insisted as Meenah twisted her fingers free and went right
back to shoving her skirt up.
“I know,” Meenah said. “I’ve seen those ‘novels’ you’ve been writing.”
Aranea pulled herself free and spun around to glare at Meenah.
“Those were private!” Aranea said. “How did you even-”
“Aw, don’t get so worked up,” Meenah said. “You’re a pretty good writer, you
know.”
“Thanks,” Aranea said cautiously.
“You know what would make you even better?” Meenah asked, walking forward until
Aranea could no long retreat, pushed back against the mirror.
“What?”
“A little experience,” Meenah said, ignoring the stockings this time and going
right for the crotch grab. Aranea squealed.
“Meenah!” she objected.
“Oh come on!’ Meenah said. “I’ve read those sex scenes with ‘Princess Meloda’ I
know you’re totally wet for me!”
Aranea’s cheek burned with shame. It was true, she had spent a great deal of
time contemplating certain scenes involving her fictional version of Meenah.
But that didn’t mean anything!
“That doesn’t mean anything!” Aranea said.
“Aranea,” Meenah said, voice softening. She relaxed her grip, instead rubbing
down gently with the heel of her palm. Aranea inhaled sharply. “Did you really
just get dolled up for no reason?”
“Just because no one sees me doesn’t mean there’s no reason,” Aranea said.
“I guess so, but it’s a lot more fun with a friend,” Meenah said. “Come on, let
me show you.”
Aranea felt her dissolve crumbling under Meenah’s clever hand.
“Fine,” Aranea sighed.
Meenah grinned, mouth bright and sharp as she slipped to the ground. Aranea’s
eyes were glued to Meenah’s every move. Now that she knew she was going to get
what she wanted Meenah was taking her time. She kissed Aranea’s knee through
the fabric and then slid her tongue upwards, leaving a wet line up the white
silk.
“Come on,” Meenah said.
“What?” Aranea asked, confused. Meenah rolled her eyes.
“I can’t do anything with you holding your legs all clammed up,” Meenah said.
Aranea blushed even harder, but she spread her legs anyway. She tried not to
squeak as Meenah shoved her skirt up but failed. The noise made Meenah laugh as
she mouthed Aranea through her underwear.
“Oh, be careful,” Aranea said.
Meenah ripped fabric off with her teeth in response.
“Meenah!”
“Calm down Miss Fussy Fish, geez,” Meenah told her while laughing.
“It’s not funny! I liked those!”
“I was planning on making you ruin them anyway,” Meenah said.
“You’re awful,” Aranea said.
“Whatever,” Meenah replied absently. She was rubbing Aranea’s thigh and staring
at her crotch. Aranea’s bulge was almost fully hard and her nook was getting
wet in anticipation, drops of genetic fluid beginning to slip down her thighs.
At this rate she was going to stain her new stockings before they even started!
“Well do something already!” Aranea snapped.
“Make me,” Meenah said, sitting back on her heels. “Come on, you can do it.”
Aranea nervously reached out and grabbed Meenah’s horns. Meenah moaned happily
in response and Aranea was inspired to take more drastic action, dragging her
forward until Meenah’s mouth was pressed against her nook. Meenah apparently
liked her initiative because she immediately got to work, her long tongue
wriggling inside Aranea.
“Oh!” Aranea squeaked. It was certainly an unusual feeling. Not bad by any
means, but still quite odd. She didn’t know if she liked it. But then Meenah
reached up and wrapped a hand around the base of her bulge and stroked and that
was much better. Meenah chuckled at her reaction, running her tongue up to rub
the sensitive spot between the bulge and nook, making Aranea squeal some more.
“You sound like a baby squeakbeast,” Meenah laughed. Aranea yanked her back
down by her horns, muffling any further commentary.
“Faster!” Aranea urged and Meenah obeyed, bringing both hands into play and
making a general mess all over the place. Aranea was certain that everything
was going to be ruined by the end of this but she didn’t particularly care.
Meenah spread Aranea open with three fingers while licking the head of her
bulge and that was enough to send Aranea over the edge, high pitched cries
echoing around her respiteblock.
“Fuck,” Meenah said. “You’re a pretty one.”
“Oooh,” was all Aranea managed in response.
“Come on, don’t pass out on me, you need to return the favor,” Meenah said.
“Okay,” Aranea said. She looked down at Meenah’s messy face and felt suddenly
intensely guilty. Gosh, had that all come from her?
“Excellent,” Meenah said. “Sit down while I get these stupid things off.”
Aranea obeyed, nerves all jittery as Meenah kicked off her pants. Her bulge was
bright pink and frilled out into little tentacles at the tip. Aranea was
fascinated, she had never seen a seadweller’s bulge in real life! Meenah sat
down across from Aranea and pulled one of Aranea’s feet into her lap.
“Come on,” Meenah said.
“What?” Aranea asked, confused.
“Don’t act so innocent, I want to see what these little toesies can do,” Meenah
said. The frills of her bulge were already trying to grab on. Aranea wriggled
her toes experimentally and Meenah groaned.
“You really want me to use my foot?”
“Shell yes,” Meenah said.
Aranea internally shrugged. It seemed a bit weird, but she suppose the silk of
the stocking must feel pretty good. She sat back and brought her other foot up
as well, taking Meenah’s squirming bulge between the bottoms of her feet and
tugging. Meenah groaned and her bulge thrashed to Aranea figured she was doing
it right. The slick silk was soon even slicker, ruined irrevocably by Meenah’s
genetic fluids that were starting to seep all the way through and get Aranea’s
skin wet and sticky as well. She went faster and bit rougher, which brought
even louder growls of encouragement out of Meenah’s throat.
“Fuck,” Meenah said. “Fuck you’re so good at this, you kinky little bitch.”
Aranea felt her cheeks burning again but she didn’t let up, catching the little
squirming frills between her toes best she could and squeezing them each
individually until Meenah snapped and came, shouting obscenities all the while.
“Ugh,” Aranea said, pulling her feet away. “I hope you know these were new.”
“I’ll buy you all the new pairs you want if I get some repeat performances,”
Meenah said. “Whew, haven’t had my bulge squeezed like that in ages. You’re all
right.”
“Thanks.”
“For a nerd.”
Aranea kicked Meenah in response. Meenah just laughed and grabbed her foot so
she could lean down and suck one of her messy toes.
“You are so gross,” Aranea said.
“I can be grosser,” Meenah said.
“No, I think I’ve ruined quite enough of my clothing for the day, thank you,”
Aranea said, folding her arms primly.
“Your loss,” Meenah said as she got up and stretched.
“I don’t even know why we’re friends sometimes,” Aranea said, pulling the
sodden silk off her legs.
“It’s because I expand your horizons,” Meenah informed her. “Take that and
stick it in your book.”
“Just go wash up before you leave,” Aranea said. “I’m tired.”
“Okay,” Meenah said. She paused. “You do know I actually like you and all that,
right?”
“Yeah, I know,” Aranea said, smiling.
“Good,” Meenah said.
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