My head was pounding...
Throbbing and pulsing with the sort of headache that only came from a sedative's hangover. Not something most would be familiar with, but that I had encountered far too many times. Tachyon... she drugged me. Again. How she managed it this time, I couldn't be sure. I made it a point not to eat or drink anything she gave me, but the proof was right there in my awful headache and blurry vision.
I was strapped to a table, arms, legs, and head fully restrained. I couldn't move a muscle, not to say I didn't try, especially when I heard the strained voices of my friends coming from elsewhere in the room. Dantsu and Pokke, both groaning softly as they came to. Tachyon had taken all three of us, apparently. What on earth was she up to?
"Tachy-" My voice sounded strange. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Tachyon, what did you do this time?"
I really didn't sound right.
A shadow entered my field of vision, blurry as everything else. It looked like... she looked like my friend, but... she was facing me. I'd never seen my friend's face, she was always running ahead of me, but now a face that looked just like mine was staring down at me.
I thought...
But no.
That wasn't her.
She was staring down at me, with wide eyes and a familiar smile.
"So you're the first to return fully to consciousness, Cafe-kun?" My own voice, my own face said to me. "Unsurprising. I only administered a very light dose of the sedative to myself. Juuuust enough for me to acclimate to your body and secure the restraints before you began to stir."
She... what?
"Hypothesis: the experience of existing within the physical form of another uma musume of high athletic ability will further each test subject's awareness of their own body's abilities and limitations, allowing for improved training efficiency in the future. Test subjects: Myself, currently inhabiting the body of Manhattan Cafe. Manhattan Cafe, currently inhabiting my own body. Dantsu Flame, inhabiting the body of Jungle Pocket. Jungle Pocket, well... you get the idea."
"Wha- what the hell do you mean we get the idea?!?" Dantsu's voice, from somewhere out of sight. Pokke's aggressive, rough tone, sounded incredibly out of place coming from her. "Tachy, what the hell is this?!"
Tachyon, having apparently taken possession of my body, walked away from me, presumably to speak to Dantsu.
Pokke.
This was too much.
Now that I was aware of what was happening, I could feel all the little differences. There was a dull ache in my foot, a lingering effect of the bowed tendon Tachyon suffered last year, I had substantially less hair, and all of my... proportions were off. Admittedly, as much as Tachy had a knack for angering me in a way nobody else could, her curves were...
Not worth considering.
I wouldn't look at her that way. Especially not now. Not here.
Eventually, Tachy returned. The oddity of my face with her expressions dragging my attention back to her.
"In just a moment, I am going to release your restraints, and I am going to ask you to stand." She was using my voice wrong. She sounded so smug. "I understand that these circumstances might be stressful to you, but I ask that you consider the positives! This mental transfer is completely temporary, and once it has reached its conclusion, there is a high likelihood that your running will improve substantially."
As much as it frustrated me to no end, I didn't exactly have much of a choice. I couldn't undo this myself, and retaliating in any way would only cause me harm, either to my present mind, or my true body.
"I see you've reached the same conclusion I have, Cafe-kun. Good. That makes things simple." Slowly, she began to undo the straps, talking all the while. "You know, the reality of this transfer is nothing more than a transfer of memories and individual sense of personhood. The brain currently present within that body is still the brain of Agnes Tachyon, as much as the brain in this one is that of Manhattan Cafe."
"Meaning?"
She gave me a look.
"Meaning your mental capacity ought to be similar to my own, and that you may feel compelled to exhibit similar behaviors to mine. I, for one, have already begun to experience the effects of time spent in your body. You have a serious caffeine addiction, and it should be addressed as soon as possible."
"Tachyon..." My arms were no longer restrained, and I caught her by the collar of her shirt, pulling her towards me. "Shut up."
She just laughed, brushing off my grip like it was nothing. I was still unused to existing within her body, and my movements were uncoordinated.
"Oh..? Oh, really? And you intend to do what if I refuse, exactly?" She laughed again, still keeping that manic look in her eyes. My eyes. "You'll do precisely nothing, Cafe-kun, and I shall continue to record my observations for posterity. For instance, that the sight of my own body, strapped to a medical table, entirely at my mercy, seems to have resulted in a not insignificant state of arousal. Have you truly harbored such feelings for me this whole time, Cafe-kun?"
"Tachyon!" My voice took on a sharper edge. I did not have feelings for her. I tolerated her because we were both outcasts. Nothing more.
"Hmm?" That smug grin. To think she'd use my face for that grin. "In order to maximize the potential benefits of this experiment, it's imperative to gain a complete understanding of the differences between your typical body and the one in which you currently reside."
"But that's-" She cut me off.
"Complete, Cafe-kun. This body clearly responds to me. In particular, imagining myself, meaning my body in this case, in compromising, vulnerable positions has inspired feelings of both arousal and aggression in equal measure. It is... fascinating, and it might reveal methods by which your overall motivation could be increased."
Something stirred in me.
I pictured it. I envisioned the same things I always did when Tachy was acting particularly arrogant, but there was a different angle to them this time. I was imagining myself in the position of Tachyon. I was imagining Cafe... myself... pounding into me. Over and over again.
"You're smiling. Is that how I look when I'm smiling? How... unnerving."
She finished removing the rest of the restraints. I sat up, slowly, mindful of the head rush I was sure I'd get. In motion, this body felt even more unfamiliar.
I tried to shake off the strange emotion that had come over me, the fantasies. I was mostly successful. Part of it left me wondering though, if what Tachyon said was correct, then these feelings, at least in part, must be hers. I found it hard to believe her smug nature was just an act, but perhaps part of it was. Maybe some part of her wanted to be put in her place.
I shuddered. Maybe I was less successful than I thought.
While I'd been grappling with these thoughts, these feelings, Tachyon had set about liberating Dantsu and Pokke from their restraints. Again, unfamiliar sensations swirled within me as I looked at them. Pokke, my friend, someone I respected a great deal, seeing her mannerisms in Dantsu's body caused a sudden rush of endorphins. A heady feeling of power and control, a strange satisfaction at how confused she seemed at the situation, even though I was barely coming to terms with it myself.
I wanted to see that expression more. I wanted to twist and change her and make her stronger, I wanted her to trust me to do that, I wanted to try things, change things, find where her limits-
How long had it been since I blinked?
This body was messing with me.
I don't think I was the only one. I realized Tachy was staring at me, she looked almost disgusted. Pokke was watching Dantsu with the same intensity, leering at her own body, practically drooling over it. I'd had a feeling Dantsu had been crushing on her, but with Pokke's relative lack of self control, those feelings were impossible to hide.
But then...
This was getting confusing.
I was... definitely not attracted to Agnes Tachyon, of all people, but, for the sake of argument, assuming that I was. It now seemed likely that Tachyon was attracted to me. Dantsu was attracted to Pokke, Pokke was incredibly attractive to Tachyon, and I knew for a fact that Dantsu and I had bonded over a cup of coffee more than once.
"Are we... all attracted to each other?"
The words just slipped out. It wasn't much more than a whisper, but everyone heard it nonetheless. The look of disgust on my face, Tachyon's face, ugh... the slightly disgusted look Tachyon was giving me vanished on the spot, replaced by her trademark grin, which still looked so terribly wrong on that face, Dantsu made a little "Eep!" which sounded adorably precious in Pokke's body, and Pokke blushed bright red.
"W-what? No, no way! That's- I mean, that'd be crazy, right? You're just messing with me, Ta- ahem. There's no way that'd happen and there's no way I'd want that to happen and mphh!!!" Pokke's ramblings were very suddenly cut off by Dantsu's lips. With hardly any effort, she hoisted her own body into the air and pressed Pokke against the wall. Pokke, still blushing furiously, made no effort to push her away. In fact, she wrapped her legs around Dantsu's waist, pressing tightly against her, kissing her greedily back.
"Well, I suppose we have our answer, don't we Cafe-kun?" While I'd been distracted by the sudden display, Tachyon had closed the distance between us, looming over me. "Naturally, the only way to be certain of total mutual attraction is to discuss it in more depth later on, but current evidence seems to suggest a high degree of accuracy in your assumption. Unfortunately, as much as indulging in the carnal certainly holds its appeal, other aspects of the experiment must take priority, so if you would be willing to join me in prying those two apart, it would be much appre-"
Smug bitch.
Without giving her a chance to react or myself a chance to reconsider, I hooked my foot behind her knee and shoved hard. As she toppled to the floor, I flung myself off the bed and pinned her down beneath me. There was a look in her eyes. Fear. Not the sort of fear people usually looked at me with. Not the fear of the other. She was afraid of what I might do, afraid she'd like it.
"C-Cafe, this is absolutely-"
"Shut up, Tachyon." I leaned in close, our faces inches apart. "I don't care about whatever you have to say right now. I just want you to answer one question for me." She nodded, words failing her. "Do you really want this experiment to succeed?"
Another nod. Pupils dilated. I could feel her getting hard beneath me. She felt it too. It was almost comical, the way she reacted, the signs of her arousal so visible, so obvious. She was clearly unused to having a cock, and she had no clue how to hide what she was thinking. I felt that smile on my face again. I knew I had to look like her. I didn't care.
"You said yourself that this experiment demands a complete understanding of our temporary bodies. Do you stand by that?"
"Y... yes..." She couldn't sit still, hands clenching and unclenching, eyes darting around, breathing heavy. Then something clicked. Her eyes locked themselves firmly to my own, her breathing steadied. "I did say that, didn't I?"
Suddenly, I was the one who was afraid.
"I've noticed something odd since I ended up in this body, Cafe-kun. I'm of two minds. One part of me wishes to submit to you, to your punishment, but the other... the other wishes to be the one to administer it. That look on your face. On my face. There is a deep seated drive to see it wiped away." She laughed, first softly, then louder and louder and louder, devolving into a maniacal cackle. "Fine then, Cafe! If this is how the experiment shall begin, then that is perfectly fine by me! One must account for unexpected outcomes, accept them, and refine their methodology as needed! A new question now plagues my mind, between the two of us, which is truly Manhattan Cafe, and which is Agnes Tachyon! Will the urges of the body overcome the desires of the soul! The dominant and the submissive, in the case of this experiment, the victor and the defeated."
She shoved me, hard, clearly not caring about damage to her own body. I toppled backwards as she scrambled out from underneath me. There was a manic glint in her eye, one that made me want to push her and break her and make her apologize for ever thinking she was superior to me.
As she looked at me, her smile grew, the tent beneath her skirt throbbed. I could tell she saw the same. That glint in my eye. I'm not sure which of us moved first, but in a matter of moments, clothes were ripped, lips collided, and I could feel my own familiar length plunge into me.
She gripped my shoulders tight, nails digging in, drawing blood. I grabbed her hair and pulled, trying to force her on her back. She thrusted, filling me beyond capacity, the sensation almost painful. I brought my free hand to her chest, pinching and squeezing and tweaking at her small, sensitive breast.
In that moment, we both realized the same thing. We knew our bodies best. I knew what felt best for me. She knew the same about herself. If Tachyon wanted to know my body, fully and completely, I'd show her.
My ears had always been sensitive, abnormally so. The hand I was gripping her hair with moved upwards, wrapping around the base of one of her ears, twisting and toying with it, eliciting strained, startled groans from the woman I was pushing ever closer to the ground.
Dominant and submissive, victor and defeated. I would never allow myself to be pushed and bullied and dominated by her. Not a chance. I grinded and twisted against her as I practically jacked off her ear, listening to her moans grow more and more desperate and needy and helpless.
That awful, smug grin blossomed on my face once more.
Victorious.
Suddenly, her eyes narrowed. Disgust. Contempt. Pity. Arousal. It all blended together. In a single motion, she twisted, ear slipping from my grasp as she bit down hard on my neck. At the same time, her hand reached down between us, her middle finger pressing painfully against my overly sensitive clit.
Through pain and arousal, I could hardly think. By the time I was myself again, our positions had switched. I was on my back, her teeth were still in my neck, and she was pounding into me with the sort of rage induced passion I'd always denied myself before.
She released my throat from her grip for just a moment. Just long enough to look me in the eyes and speak.
"We're not done yet, smug bitch."
We weren't. Not by a long shot.
Arrogant ass.
