Afternoon Practice (Patreon)

The sun had not yet risen to greet the day in Rhumari, Pandorica’s beautiful capitol atop the mountains. The birds did not sing and the market did not hum with the hustle and bustle of merchants and shoppers. The walls of the Ruby Keep where Queen Aarya rests under the watchful eye of her Red Guard was quiet. Guardsmen and women stood stoic and strong all about the grounds. No one making a sound. The servants, attendants and maids had not yet awoken to start the business of preparing for the new day. No, everything was quiet and peaceful. That was of course everywhere except in the Grand Hall. There the sounds of intense combat could be heard, with the echoing clashes of wooden swords and warrior women shouting out their cries of exertion.

“Stop overextending, little girl! I won’t let that pass a third time!” a woman’s voice shouted.

“Capitalize if you think you can!” a younger woman then retorted. It was Priya Bahkti and Toranya Shohreh, two members of the elite Red Guard of Pandorica; the defenders of the Kingdom’s royal family.

On that morning Priya awoke in the dead of night to find young Toranya practicing her dance. No, not like a waltz or even a ballet. Toranya danced the Pandorican dance of beauty and death. The ancient art of the Blade Dancer. A powerful and deadly art whose practitioners twirled and danced about the battlefield at preternatural speeds, harnessing the push and pull of the flow of mana around them. Toranya had been working on her ‘shadow dance’, a series of movements and strikes that relied heavily on the ‘shadow step’ technique. A manipulation of mana so strong it could vault a person around at speeds faster than average perceptions.

The shadow dance was a unique technique to blade dancers. By combining their quick natural movements, rhythm and balance, they could hone in on the natural beacon of a living being’s quintessence and use the flow to shadow step quickly around them, striking several times in quick succession. This ‘dance’ was highly effective for those who could master it. Toranya however, was having her problems.

When Priya arrived to help Toranya with her instruction, the young red panda was already practicing. She’d set up a training dummy with a mana crystal embedded in it. The crystal’s mana would be a stand in for a living person quintessence. It was an ingenious plan, but Toranya couldn’t manage to complete the technique. Priya sighed as she watched Toranya struggle with her balance and equilibrium. One strike, two strikes, three strikes and down. Toranya lost control and tripped out of the air, tumbling down on her face, before skidding to a stop. The young ailuridae coughed and wheezed as the contents of her last meal coated the floor.

There was a reason not every warrior in Pandorica was a Blade Dancer. The art was physically taxing, hard to master, and required it’s users to deal with negative effects of extreme speed. Most blade dancers learn to augment themselves or protect their bodies with their control of quintessence, but it isn’t always easy to do so. It takes a major draw to manipulate the flow for the god speed movements of the blade dance. As such, defense is often lacking due to a focus on speed rather than protection. However, every member of the Red Guard trained in advanced barriers and preternatural balance, so that they were masters of the dance. Toranya, it’s youngest guard, had not.

Priya had helped Toranya clean herself up and get back to it. Standing in for the dummy, Priya became the new target of Toranya’s dance. One, two, three and fall. Toranya again fell short. Worse still, her strikes had not been enough to pierce Priya’s defenses. Each swing of her bokken was dodged or parried, and Toranya was made the fool. Priya had mastered the shadow dance long ago and was well trained in defending against it.

“Pathetic, you must mind your reach. In a real contest, your opponent won't just be standing there waiting for you to strike,” Priya scolded.

Not one to let herself be intimidated, Toranya rose from the ground and tried again.

“I’ll show you…” she muttered.

She skipped lightly before dashing forward. Her long, blonde hair whipped behind her as she reached out from within herself and felt the flow. She pulled sharply on the mana around her to propel herself forward and the quintessence inside her ignited. The world slowed down for her, as she could sense the tendrils of energy connecting all things. She focused on the deep reservoir of quintessence Priya possessed. Anchoring herself to it, she shot forward and began her dance.

The first strike was always the hardest. You had to decide where you want to come from. She’d took to the skies; twirling her body and striking down toward the top of Priya’s head. Her bokken met resistance, the strike had been blocked. Toranya then pushed to her left and spun right on the anchor, twirling about Priya. She slashed wide trying to catch the older panda low, but this too met resistance. Frustrated, she hopped and twirled trying to land several strikes on her way up; but Priya would not be had.

Priya had used her own shadow dance to defend herself. She’d manage to feel the pulls and pushes of the flow around her to anticipate and deflect Toranya’s attacks. Simple as it sounds, it wasn’t easy to overcome the sheer speed of the shadow dance, but Priya did it well enough. When the younger guardswoman tried her third strike, moving within Priya’s guard and overextending her limited reach, Priya decided to exploit it.

As a shorter warrior, Toranya had to always mind where she placed her attacks. In most cases, her size and relatively short reach weren’t a problem. Toranya could get in, strike and get out before any normal opponent could manage a counter; but another blade dancer would easily take advantage. Priya first disrupted Toranya’s dance by pushing a strike against Toranya’s with absolute force. As she was spinning at the time, the only recourse for the blonde panda would be to ride the flow to keep from tumbling over and Priya knew that. Gracefully she burst forward, riding the same flow that the younger shining cat would use to correct herself. Catching Toranya completely off guard, she followed this with her own dance.

One strike, two strikes, four... SEVEN! The entire exchange took less than three seconds, but Toranya was down. Her bokken flew to the ground as she and it both landed with a clack and a thud. Had Priya been trying to hurt her, Toranya would not have survived such a counter attack. However, groaning on the ground, the only thing severely damaged was the girls pride.

“That’s enough for today, kid. I think you’re improving... but your faults are still so glaring,” Priya said, reaching over to help Toranya to her feet.

The smaller panda sighed and rose.

“Thank you, though it’s slow going. I definitely have things to work on,”Toranya admitted. The two spoke freely of Toranya’s inadequacies and strengths as they gathered their things. Priya wished Toranya to work on her control, evasion and reflexes, commenting that the blonde had a habit of committing too fully to attacks, especially slashes.

“You forget a simple thrust can be effective at off balancing your opponents for future strikes,”she pointed out. Toranya giggled and looked away.

“That’s not funny, you’ve got to have a better thrust in your arsenal,” Priya added, incredulous.

Toranya continued to giggle as she riffled through her things.

“I dunno ma’am, I thought you were always impressed with my thrust. Guess I’m using the wrong sword!” she laughed. Priya just blinked, unable to grasp the joke.

Smiling brightly, Toranya retrieved an object from her bag and held it up.

“Perhaps we can practice my thrust with this…” she teased. The pink haired panda gawked for a moment at Toranya and then gasped.

“What? Why do you have that with you!” she asked, surprised at the object.

Toranya smirked, swinging it around her finger.

“I bought it at the market yesterday. Haven’t had a chance to return it to my room. What do you say, wanna go a few more rounds?” asked Toranya, smilingly luringly.

Priya flushed under her fur, tail dancing; a little breath caught in her throat. For a short time, she said nothing. She averted her gaze and thought about it. She’d almost built up the nerve to respond when she heard Toranya’s singsong encouragement;

“C’mon ma’am...y’know you want to!”

Priya wasn’t sure why she was so embarrassed. Sure, the ‘sword’ that Toranya wanted to play with happened to be the long dildo of a strap on. Of course she was implying sex, but Priya wasn’t really all that surprised by that. She and Toranya had been intimate many times in the past. Priya had had fun breaking her in and together they’d entertained their beloved prince. But those moments and every other before then were different. Priya had been the aggressor those times, with Toranya just following her lead. Priya always knew that Toranya had a boldness and forward manner about her. She’d just never had it turned on her in that way, little Toranya was indeed growing up.

Turning away, Priya tried to slowly calm herself. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested, she surely was, but this was neither the time nor the place. She was sweaty, messy and worried. It was a big morning coming up. Toranya was doing all this practicing to be ready for an exhibition later that day for a foreign leader. Soon the room would be filled with attendants and servants preparing it to receive their honored guest and Priya didn’t want to be caught with her pants down when all the hubbub started. Making up her mind, she sighed and turned to address Toranya. Before she could however, she felt the small hands of the younger panda grope her breast from behind.

Priya’s body shivered a bit as Toranya casually explored it with her hands.

“We’ve got time, ma’am,” the blonde whispered. Deftly, Toranya leaned forward, pulling herself up on her toes and placed a kiss on Priya’s neck. The feel of her wet nose against Priya’s soft skin could be felt through the older panda’s winter coat. Toranya matted fur and traced small patterns as she licked her way down to Priya’s shoulders.

Priya could only moan as her legs lost their strength and her balanced wavered. Toranya’s talented hands had pressed and fondled Priya’s nipples through the thick cloth of her sarashi. She could feel her hard nipples brushing up against it and it felt nice. Eventually, Toranya grew tired of teasing her breast and a small hand worked its way down to her pants. She’d deftly unfastened the cords keeping the baggy hakama on Priya’s waist and reached down to find the blade dancer’s moistening pussy. The rough pads of Toranya’s fingers got an immediate reaction as Priya cried out loud and doubled over.

Luckily, Priya didn’t fall. She instead steadied herself with her bokken and tried to regain her composure. Toranya, who was very amused at this, simply giggled.

“I guess I hit the sweet spot,” she whispered, leaning forward, pressing her small breast against Priya’s back. Getting a grip on her fellow guardswoman’s thigh, she continued her assault on Priya’s pussy. Carefully she pressed Priya’s clit between her forefinger and thumb, gingerly caressing it.

Priya’s body trembled as her heart thumbed in her chest.

“Shit…” she managed to huff out between her heavy gasps.

Toranya had certainly been practicing, and though the older woman had not thought so originally, Priya had to admit the girl had talent. She was making her sing in ecstasy. Bringing out all the carefully hidden feelings of longing and lust that the woman had kept so tightly concealed in her day to day life. For Priya, being a Red Guardswoman was a constant struggle between seeing herself as a dangerous bladeswoman and the Prince’s sensual servant. When you lived with and worked with males and females to whom you’d commonly had sexual congress with, it was hard to keep everything neat and professional.

Priya had tried not to think about it often, but sometimes she wanted it so bad. To tackle a cute little wah like Toranya and sate desires both small and large. To take a step away from the edge of civility and respectability. To just cut loose.

A gasp sounded out loudly through the hall as Toranya slipped a finger inside of Priya’s moist cavern. A bit of movement. A sigh of relief and then another. Toranya’s digits felt amazing pushing up against the moist walls of Priya’s dripping pussy. Try as she might, the older bear-cat could not keep control of herself and began moaning loudly under Toranya’s intentions.

‘I think you like this a lot, ma’am.’ Toranya teased. Priya did not respond and only bit her lip to keep from crying out.

‘Well I think you may like this a little better.’ promised the junior guardswoman.

Toranya wasted little time affixing the toy to herself. It was long, thick and littered with small, almost imperceivable little grooves. Made of the cured, molded and dried slime of a cave gordie. The little gooey, slime creatures left the stuff everywhere and the Pandoricans had found many uses for the material; but the unique properties worked very well with sexual toys.

One end looked like a large ball, it was attached to the inside of the leather harness. It went inside Toranya as she snapped the buckles around her waist. On the outside was the dildo, shining in the light like a bright, pink, phallus. It must not have been the first time she’d put one on so quickly, as she had no problems doing the deed without looking. When everything was strapped on and in, the blonde wah reached out to grab Priya’s backside.

“I’m going to put it in now,” She warned.

Priya’s body quivered and her pussy ached, but said nothing as Toranya rubbed the head of the dildo against her moistened crease. Priya said nothing as it pushed passed the folds and slowly widened her canal. She even said nothing when Toranya gripped her thighs and readied for the big push. When the full length of the dildo opened her crevice and buried itself deep down inside, Priya let out a loud cry.

“Oh fuck!” She shouted as her dripping sex filled with the toy. Priya’s hands gripped the bokken tightly, as she lurched over and instinctively tried to crawl forward. Toranaya would not oblige her a reprieve. Taking a fistful of Priya’s tail firmly in hand, Toranya began to thrust feverishly into the heart of the older panda’s femininity.

“Oh wow! Oh wow! OH WOW!” Priya cried out as the pleasure filled her. A strange tingle shot through her body like lightning down to earth, as the younger wah pushed forward with quick, methodical, thrust. She felt her vagina tighten around the slick shaft of the toy, as her thoughts grew hazy.

Soon, Priya could only focus on the incredible sensation growing between her legs. The feeling of the faux phallus as it penetrated her. It’s rigid, yet flexible form pressing against the insides of her womb.

Breathing feverishly, Toranya increased her pace, pushing the cock in and out of her tutor. It was gratifying to see just how much Priya enjoyed her attention. She’d always wanted to be more dominant about her attraction to Priya and the others in the guard; but always felt apprehensive. Like she hadn’t put her time in like the others, like she was too new. Now all she could wonder was why she had taken so long to try anything. Priya was moaning like a sow in heat and Toranya was loving every moment of it.

“I know just how to stoke that flame…” she whispered to herself.

Having been involved with Priya before, Toranya knew a thing or two of the woman’s sexual habits. The red guard kept little secrets from each other. Priya liked playing out back most of all and Toranya was more than aware. Drunk with the growing pleasure engulfing her body, the pretty, lavender haired wah barely noticed as Toranya steadied herself and readied for a new game.

“Call out for me, honey,” Toranya whispered as she moved her hips back. She moved and adjusted herself quickly, subtly. You would’ve hardly noticed that she’d popped her fake cock out of Priya if you didn’t hear the older pandas whine as Toranya did so. Looking back to question her young pupil, Toranya got to see the full expression on Priya’s face as she shoved the pink prick deep up her ass.

“FUCK!” cried Priya as she gripped ground. Her claws dug in deep and scraped up ribbons of the wooden floor below.

“Shhh... just let momma work!” Toranya teased, thrusting forward and giving it her all. With every impact against the soft orbs of Priya ass, the end of the toy that was inside of Toranya shook and jiggled. The best part of her experience was the warm, vibrating feelings she got when she thrusted. The end expanded and retracted with each thrust and Toranya could barely stand how good it felt to fill it move about inside of her. The two women spent the better part of an hour enjoying themselves before Priya’s endurance ran out.

Overcome with pleasure and dripping her love juices all over the floor, Priya cried out when it hit her. Her orgasm had shot out of the void and hit her before she even expected it. It caused shakes up and down her spine as she cried out in a girlish, undignified manner, before collapsing to the floor.

Toranya came as well, though not as heavily. She bit her lip in order not to cry out as Priya had. After all, she was trying to be the dominate one here. It wouldn’t seem right to hear her squeak and moan like a little kitten. So, fighting every urge in her body, Toranya simply rode out the waves of passion. Trying her best to seem confident and in control as she lied down over Priya’s back.

“Was it... good for you?” Toranya asked, trying to sound sexy.

Priya laughed, scooting over to look at the young wah.”No one actually says it like that.” She teased.

Toranya smiled and shook her head.”I do”’ she replied with confidence.

Priya laughed and licked the girl on her nose.”You’re so corny,” She replied playfully.

The two women held each other then and for a time after that. Though morning was fast approaching, and the floor wasn’t the most comfortable place… They just lied there engulfed in one another, enjoying the intimacy of it. Toranya smiled as she nuzzled into Priya’s neck.

‘Thank you for being there for me.’ she whispered. Priya said nothing, instead she held Toranya close and kissed her forehead.

As the morning sun rose in the eastern sky and the songs of birds began to chirp in the air; the two women laid together in the middle of the great hall. The morning would bring duty and work. They’d have to indulge dignitaries and represent their Prince. But for that moment the only things that existed was each other and the warmth between them... and the day would certainly have to wait for that.