Love Tastes Like Ketchup [Pipkin Pippa x Kirsche Verstahl]

It had been too long since Kirsche had visited Pippa. Since her friend moved, the distance between them became too great for her to visit as often as she’d like. However, Pippa begged her to come. Pippa’s exact words were suspicious. Pippa had ‘something to show her.’ Normally, for Kirsche, that meant a video of a man shoving a glass jar up his ass or seeing a Cartel beheading. Fortunately, Pippa only wanted to watch Hot Wheels: Acceleracers with her.

The two sat on her couch after Pippa cleared off a mountain of Ceres Fauna merch from the cushions. Acrylic keychains and stickers fell to the floor, and Pippa patted the cushion beside her. “I’m so glad you’re here for me to force you to engage in my current hyper-fixation,” Pippa said with a smile.

Kirsche returned it with one of her own, “Yeah, I’m not super into cars, but I’d like to watch it if it’s something you like. You know, a guy my mom used to date was super into cars.”

“Was that one the Nazi?” Pippa asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No,” Kirsche shook her head, “that was a different guy.”

A pregnant pause filled the silence of the room. Pippa looked at the floor before clapping her hands together. “Forget that shit, it’s time for Acceleracers!” She leaned at a 45° angle to one side to grab the remote from the table beside the couch. Beside the remote was a stacked pyramid of empty BuzzBallz.

“That’s a lotta BuzzBallz, there,” Kirsche commented on the cans.

Pippa shrugged. “I can quit drinking anytime I want. I just don’t want to.” She grabbed an unopened BuzzBall and held it up to Kirsche’s ear as she pulled the tab.

Ssssss, the can hissed, like a snake molesting her ear with its forked tongue. Kirsche turned to face Pippa and asked, “Any reason why you just did that?”

“Chat seems to like it when I do it during stream,” Pippa shrugged once again. Finally, she hit start, and the movie began. Every few minutes, Pippa elbowed Kirsche and muttered some factoid or anecdote about which cars she owned from the series. The pair watched the movie uneventfully until an older man with grey hair and a matching grey goatee appeared on stream.

“It’s Dr. Peter Tezla!” Pippa screamed as she flailed her arms above her head, flinging a half-empty BuzzBall across the room. Kirsche stared in disbelief as Pippa lost her mind. First Colress and now this guy?

“You know, he’s a scientist that’s, like, morally grey, and a little pathetic,” Pippa said with a smile.

“Well, to each their own,” Kirsche muttered in reply. She liked her men dumb and handsome, the polar opposite of Pippa’s type of man.

“Whatever,” Pippa sighed as she leaned over and grabbed more BuzzBallz. She handed one to Kirsche. “Let’s party!” Pippa cheered.

Kirsche looked down at the neon-red plastic ball of fizzy alcohol and felt a knot forming in her stomach. She thought back to the New Years stream years ago. Pippa unleashed the horde and sent fans to send her donations, hundreds of dollars, to get her to drink. As a result, Kirsche drank. Kirsche drank and became someone… else. Still, Pippa was the one offering. She pulled the tab, and the can opened with a hiss.

One became two became three. Time became a blur as the movie continued playing, but it was only background noise as the two talked. Pippa complained about minor inconveniences that plagued her the past week, and Kirsche nodded as she interjected with bits of news about how the world is controlled by evil oligarchs engineering society into making everyone allergic to meat using biologically-engineered ticks. At some point sounding also came up.

After about a dozen BuzzBallz were emptied between the two of them, Kirsche began to feel the cocktails getting to her. Her head felt light, like a balloon that threatened to pull away from her neck and fly away. But there was another feeling. A warmth in her core that left her skin hot and her eyes wandering.

Pippa was sitting beside her. Her pastel-colored hoodie was loose and half-buttoned. Her pale skin, untouched by the sun, peeked out from under it. Beneath the hoodie was her bare midriff, the only other visible garment was her pink tank top. The straps dug into Pippa’s skin, forming a nice ‘skindentation.’ Kirsche knew she was straight, but the drinks had her questioning things. Pippa noticed and gave her the side-eye. Her large pink eyes narrowed as she stared. “You know I don’t have any tits to stare at, so I don’t know what you’re looking at.”

Her bluntness made Kirsche blush. “I-I just thought I saw a stain…” Kirsche came up with the first excuse that came to mind.

“Yeah,” Pippa leered at her, “there are several. I’m not gonna do laundry when I only wear this inside. I’m practical,” she countered. She said she’s practical, but that sounded like just an excuse to be lazy.

“Are you hungry?” Kirsche asked, hoping to distract Pippa from the fact she was staring.

Pippa nodded, “I could eat.” She looked over Kirsche’s shoulder at the door to her room. “There’s some leftover stuff in the fridge if you don’t mind.”

“That sounds fine by me,” Kirsche replied. “Anything tastes good with ketchup!” Kirsche leaned forward and picked up the purse at her feet. She rummaged around inside and pulled out a bottle of tomato ketchup. Pippa’s eyes went wide.

“You… you just carry that around with you?” She asked, a mix of horror and disgust plain on her face.

“Of course! I love ketchup, and I can’t imagine ever leaving home without some. Don’t worry, this wasn’t the one I kept on my desk. This is the travel ketchup!” Kirsche smiled as she gave the bottle a squeeze. Suddenly, the cap flipped open, and an eruption of ketchup flew up into the air. Spurts of tomato came raining down, falling onto the two of them. Blotches of red covered them both.

“Oh, that’s just great!” Pippa said with a frown as she looked down to see one spot of red on her sweater.

“Yeah, maybe now you’ll clean it!” Kirsche laughed. Pippa pouted, and that drew Kirsche’s attention to her face. On her lower lip, there was a dribble of ketchup that was slowly sliding down her chin. “Oh, you have a little…” Kirsche reached out with one hand and brushed her thumb over the red spot. Without thinking, Kirsche brought the ketchup-covered thumb to her mouth and sucked it clean. “Mmm,” Kirsche moaned before swallowing the spilled condiment. She licked her lips before looking at Pippa’s own once again. They looked so soft.

Kirsche reached out once again and took Pippa’s chin in her hand.

“Was there more?” Pippa asked. Seconds passed. Then, what felt like minutes. “Kirsche, what are you looking a-” but she was interrupted. Kirsche pounced and pressed her lips against Pippa’s, the taste of ketchup lingered on her mouth.

Kirsche’s hand moved to Pippa’s cheek, stroking her face until it reached her long pink hair. Her fingers found Pippa’s ears and pinched them between her fingers.

Pippa winced and pulled away. “Kirsche, my ears are sensitive!” She protested.

The anime fox woman reached for the ear again, but she gently stroked it this time. Pippa’s cheeks turned as pink as her hair. “Oh, that feels good,” she sighed with her eyes shut. After several seconds passed, Pippa’s eyes shot opened. “We shouldn’t do this,” Pippa looked away, avoiding Kirsche’s predatory gaze. “I-I’m straight,” she whined.

“Pippa…” Kirsche began, “I’ve seen your Azur Lane streams.” Pippa’s blush deepened, her neck going from pink to red. Kirsche’s fingers glided up and down her friend’s long rabbit ears. The entire time, Pippa was biting her lip and trying to stifle a moan.

“That’s different!” Pippa gulped. “It’s different when it’s anime women.”

“But Pippa,” Kirsche smiled, “I’m an anime woman.”

Pippa’s lower lip trembled as she failed to find a counter to Kirsche’s point. Her eyes sparkled as electricity sparked between them. Kirsche leaned forward, and Pippa did the same and met her half-way. The two kissed, their lips pressing against one another.

Kirsche’s tongue slipped out from her mouth and into Pippa’s. The two kissed as Kirsche caressed Pippa’s soft ears. The pink rabbit moaned against her mouth as she continued her foreplay. Pippa trembled as she pulled away. “They’re really sensitive,” Pippa muttered. “If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

The fox smiled and tightened her grip on Pippa’s ear, causing her to moan. “Bold of you to think you’re the one who decides that,” Kirsche grinned. Her hands sank down and found the buttons to Pippa’s jacket. Kirsche pulled at them until they popped off, one by one, until her hoodie fell to her sides to reveal Pippa’s body underneath. Below the flat expanse of Pippa’s belly, there was nothing to hide her nakedness.

Kirsche stared at Pippa’s exposed body and her jaw dropped. Pippa giggled and covered her mouth with one long sleeve. “What do you think I meant when I said, ‘no Pippants, no Pippanties’?” Kirsche couldn’t find the words to respond.

The two collided once more, their arms wrapping around one another as their mouths and hands explored their bodies. At some point, Kirsche’s top was pulled down to free her large breasts. Pippa shrugged off her hoodie, and her tank top soon was slipped off as well. Soon, the two were nude and became a pile of squirming limbs as they sank to the floor.

On the carpet, the two rolled around until Kirsche landed on top. Her tits pressed against Pippa’s incredibly flat chest as the two kissed. She pinned Pippa’s arms to the ground as she towered over the little pink rabbit. “Your lips taste like ketchup,” Kirsche smiled.

“That’s weird!” Pippa pouted as she looked away, but the blushing of her cheeks was undeniable.

“What?” Kirsche asked, “would you be happier if I said they tasted like mold?” Kirsche laughed, but Pippa didn’t.

“That’s not funny! I cleaned the mold… eventually,” Pippa muttered. Kirsche decided to shut her up by kissing her again. But this time, her hand wandered. Her fingers found the slit between her legs. Kirsche rubbed Pippa’s lower lips and felt how wet she was. The tips of Kirsche’s fingers met no resistance as they sank into her.

Her fingers worked in and out of Pippa’s rabbithole, and soon they were slick with Pippa’s wetness. The entire time, the rabbit nestled her face against Kirsche’s. She moaned and planted kisses on Kirsche’s neck as the fox woman continued pumping her fingers into her pippussy.

“Fuck,” Pippa moaned as her lips tickled Kirsche’s neck, “Kir, I’m gonna cum.”

Kirsche only sped up as her fingers slid into Pippa’s dripping entrance. They disappeared with only Kirsche’s knuckles visible as her palm pressed against the sensitive nub of Pippa’s clit. “Oh,” Pippa gasped as her whole body began to quiver. Her body tensed up, her walls cinching tight around Kirsche’s fingers. “Fuck! Fuck!” Pippa screamed as her legs shook. There was a squeak and a hiss as Pippa breathed in deeply through her teeth as the tension released. The rabbit melted into the floor as the aftershocks rippled through her body.

The two laid beside each other as they caught their breath. Pippa’s chest rose and fell quickly as she came down from the intense orgasm that wracked her body. Kirsche also needed time to recover. Her wrist ached from the intensity of fucking Pippa with her fingers, and now her hand was drenched up to the wrist from Pippa’s climax.

“That was amazing,” Pippa sighed as her hand reached for Kirsches. Pippa’s fingers met Kirsche’s, and the two held hands as they caught their breath.

“What do you mean was?” Kirsche asked as she turned her head to look at Pippa, “I didn’t even get to cum!” She raised her voice. Pippa laughed and let go of Kirsche’s hand.

“Okay, your turn,” Pippa propped herself on one elbow and then landed herself on top of Kirsche with her massive breasts holding her up like soft cushions. Slowly, Pippa pulled away and slid her body down the length of Kirsche’s until she was between the fox woman’s legs. Despite barely being touched, Kirsche was wet. Her pink lips glistened in the light under a mound covered in a tuft of snow-white hair.

Pippa slowly lowered herself between Kirsche’s legs. She watched as her friend’s face disappeared behind the curve of her mound. The first thing Kirsche felt was Pippa’s warm breath. It grew hotter as her mouth came closer and closer until Kirsche was squirming in anticipation. Pippa’s nose pressed against her mound, nudging into the nub of Kirsche’s clit. She winced and arched her back upwards from the sudden rush. “Holy shit!” Kirsche gasped. The two kissed again as Pippa’s mouth pressed against Kirsche’s lower lips. The fox woman threw her head back and moaned as she felt Pippa’s tongue on her sex. It felt incredible the way the tip massaged her lips, how her tongue drew circles between her thighs

Pleasure washed over Kirsche’s body in waves of electricity that started from her pussy rolled up her spine and up to the crown of her head. It became too much for Kirsche, so she flailed as she sought something to hold onto. Her fingers dug into the carpet beneath her, but the fibers were too short for her to grip. Instead, Kirsche looked between her legs and saw two handlebars poking out from between her legs. She reached down and wrapped her hands around Pippa’s ears. The moment the tips of her fingers brushed against their velvet hair, Pippa gasped and pulled away from Kirsche’s drenched slit. Her wetness dribbled down Pippa’s chin and covered her cheeks as the pink bunny caught her breath.

“Fuck! What are you trying to do?” Pippa yelled. Her words were high and breathy. “Don’t… don’t pull them so hard!” Pippa looked up at Kirsche through the canyon between her breasts. Kirsche only nodded, knowing she wouldn’t be able to resist if Pippa kept using her mouth like that. With that being settled, Pippa leaned down and went back to work, pleasuring Kirsche with her tongue in ways no gay man she dated ever had before.

Pippa’s tongue slid out from her mouth and stroked Kirsche’s slit from the bottom to the top. The tip lapped at the pink nub of Kirsche’s clit, and she sighed as Pippa massaged the most sensitive spot of her body. Meanwhile, Kirsche’s hands stroked Pippa’s ears. Her fingers were loose around them, but even just brushing against the fine, soft hair of the rabbit’s ears were enough to make Pippa hum with pleasure.

The humming felt almost as good as Pippa’s tongue. She pressed her mouth against Kirsche’s lips, and her throat rumbled, sending vibrations up to her mouth. It felt like a vibrator being pressed against Kirsche’s slit. The vibrations reminded Kirsche of her Hitachi wand, which sadly exploded. Even though Pippa could not match the industrial-strength of the Hitachi, it felt amazing enough to make her toes curl.

Pippa continued her assault: licking, massaging, and sucking on Kirsche’s pussy. When Pippa slipped a finger into her, it quickly escalated until Kirsche was on the edge of climax. Looking down, she watched as Pippa slipped another digit between her legs. The entire time, Pippa continued lapping at her lips with a greedy tongue. Pippa’s fingers and tongue worked in tandem driving Kirsche closer to orgasm.

Pippa pursed her lips and planted them around the hood of Kirsche’s clit. The pink rabbit sucked on her clit, and Kirsche could no longer hold back. She tightened her grip on Pippa’s ears, and both of them were moaning.

“Fuck!” Kirsche gasped as she felt her toes beginning to curl, “I’m gonna…” Kirsche looked down at Pippa’s ears in her hand, “I’m gonna rip your fucking ears off!” Kirsche yelled as she plummeted over the edge and came. The pressure in her core, right below her navel, tugged at every fiber of her being as it imploded into a mind-melting orgasm. Her hands squeezed around Pippa’s ears, and the pink rabbit herself began groaning into Kirsche’s pussy. Kirsche only pulled her closer until Pippa’s nose buried itself into Kirsche’s mound. The entire time, Kirsche screamed as she came, her body trembling and shaking until they both collapsed.

The two of them remained like that for the rest of the night: nude, on the floor, and entangled. Once she finally woke, Kirsche felt a blooming pain behind her eyes. It was the first hint of a hangover. It wasn’t until she looked down and saw Pippa’s arms sprawled over her chest that she remembered last night. Kirsche simply closed her eyes and went back to sleep. Whatever consequences there would be after their night of drinking and sex, that could wait. For now, Kirsche was content sleeping beside Pippa and feeling the warmth of her body against hers.