Bodies aflame
This is a sort of continuation of @exhaustedcafe 's amazing JAMD smut which you can find here. I've wanted to write the Dantsu/Pokke side for a while, but I've only now been able to get the energy to write it. It's not as long and it's not as much as I'd have liked it to be, but I hope everyone enjoys it regardless.
It was instinctual when it happened.
"Mmmmh?! Mmm… Mmha…"
Soft lips. Surprised, for a moment, then melting into the kiss as if it were the sweetest in the known universe. Pokke was in her arms, locking her legs behind Dantsu's hips as she relaxed against the wall. No, Pokke's hips. They were Pokke's hips. It was hard to think in the moment, split as she were between her own desire and the Mt. Fuji sized amount of passion contained within Pokke's body, but Dantsu still felt the strangeness of the situation. Mostly.
After all, her own lips were so soft…
They broke off the kiss, gasping for air as if they just ran a G1 race. It allowed Dantsu to look at Pokke - at herself - in full. Her half-lidded eyes didn't obscure one bit of how adorably red her face was. All the way from the tip of her ears to the collarbone was redder than she'd ever seen it be. She wanted to kiss all that skin, reveal more of it. She wanted to see Dantsu Flame, a fantasy hidden away in the farthest corners of her mind. As she moved to do just so, she realized it.
That was Pokke's fantasy. It was Pokke who wanted Dantsu. The realization bloomed a warmth in her chest and face. It was one of the greatest insecurities she had being part of the group of racing titans - that she was the odd one out, a horse girl without a G1 title to her name. But, being in Pokke's body, all of those doubts had vanished. Dantsu Flame knew just how much Pokke loved her. They were affectionate before, Pokke in her usual gruff way, but Pokke was affectionate with a lot of people. She could feel the depth of Pokke's affection for all of her friends, the admiration she held for Fuji Kiseki, her old group of friends who practiced with her. It was almost enough to stop Dantsu in her tracks. Yet…
There was something special about the feelings Pokke had for Tachyon, for Cafe, for Dantsu.
"Ah, ah, ah," Pokke panted, her (Dantsu's) tongue slightly peeking out between her lips, "do you really like me this much, Dantsu?"
Momentarily, Dantsu looked away. The embarrassment about being asked something so direct, yet so Pokke, was too much. She simply nodded, then looked back, magnetically pulled back into Pokke's gaze. No, not just that. The passion inside Pokke, an Amazon river in size in such a small body - Dantsu vaguely remembered Tachyon saying something about gaining a complete understanding of the body they were in? - was begging to be released. Dantsu couldn't stop that flood. No, she didn't want to. Experiment or no, she wanted this as herself, wanted this as much as Pokke seemed to do.
She all but threw Pokke on the couch, her own body light in her hands before she released it and climbed on top of it, straddling it at the waist. Pokke eeped, a far more feminine noise coming out of her than any Dantsu'd ever heard before. It was like a mist of desire and love had descended upon Dantsu as she lowered her face, Pokke's face, slowly down inch by inch until she was right by her own ear. At the same time, she ghosted with her fingers over her crotch, feeling a hardness that made Pokke's breath hitch. She must have been adjusting to the fact that Dantsu had a penis, the expression on her face both confused and aroused.
"Yes." Dantsu whispered in her ear, her voice laced with happiness and a horniness all of her own. "I really, really, really like you, Pokke-chan. I've always wanted to become closer to you, closer than you realized before."
"Oh. Oh. Dantsu, I… But what about-"
Dantsu didn't know where the courage came from, but she put a hand to cover Pokke's mouth and said:
"Didn't you hear them? We all like each other… and they've already started showing that to each other."
She looked into her eyes, part pleadingly and part seductively (as best as she could manage), as she ghosted now-Pokke's penis again before saying:
"I want to show it all to you. Don't tell me you're the one too embarrassed to show yourself to me?"
Pokke's eyes immediately sharpened, a feral look unlike one she sported on the racetrack taking over instantaneously. It didn't even look out of place on Dantsu's face. With her trademark smirk, Jungle Pocket grabbed Dantsu Flame by the collar and pulled her in closer until the distance between their lips was paper thin.
"That's how you want to play it, Dantsu? Don't blame me when you lose, then."
"Who says I'm going to lose?"
"You little-"
Pokke might have wanted to say more, but Dantsu shut her up with her lips, claiming Pokke's mouth with her own. She wasn't going to let her advantage go so easily now that she had it. Dantsu wanted to win this battle. It was in her blood to fight.
And it was in her blood to love too, for Dantsu knew deep inside herself - and she could feel the same in Pokke - that, whatever the outcome, she wanted to give all her love to Pokke most of all.
