Yoruichi, Tsunade, Rumi, & Rangiku | pool of the winner

The air in the bar was thick with the scent of cheap beer and cheaper perfume, a familiar battleground for the four women who’d been holding court over the pool table for hours. Empty glasses and a scattering of crumbled bills were testament to a long night of drinking and lost bets. Yoruichi, draped languidly over the edge of the pool table, a picture of feline grace in her tight black leotard, smirked at Rumi. "Last one, Cottontail. Think you can do it?" Rumi, her white hair now a messy bun precariously perched on her head through the night's antics, bent low over the table, her powerful thighs straining against her leotard. Behind her, You, Rumi's designated, very lucky friend for the evening, had a prime view of her perfectly sculpted, round ass. It looked as inviting as the next shot she was about to take, which, by the furious twitching of her bunny ears and tail, was going to be an intense one. She grumbled, a low growl escaping her lips, then screeched, "Shut the fuck up and watch, bitch!" From the side, nursing a hefty glass of sake, Tsunade glared across the table at Rangiku. "Can't wait 'til these two are done. I'll kick your ass, Matsumoto!" Rangiku, her robe deliberately untied to showcase her massive, suffocating breasts, let out a rich, smug laugh. She dramatically flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder. "It's not my fault the guys—and everyone else—prefer these over those Granny Melons." She lifted her own breasts in her hands, letting them fall back into place with a jiggle and a pleased grin. "Besides, you're nothing but bad luck. You've been losing all night! So bring it on, Snaily!" Just as Tsunade's eye twitched, ready to retort, a loud "FUCK!" echoed through the bar. Rumi had whiffed the shot completely, the cue ball skittering harmlessly off to the side. Yoruichi threw her head back and laughed, a full-throated, triumphant sound. Flustered and drunk on pride and liquor, Rumi straightened up, folding her arms under her chest. Her grey sports bra did little to contain her frustration or her perky tits. "Hey, Furball! Quit laughing! New game!" she declared, her eyes scanning the room before landing on You, her friend who she'd dragged along for the night. "And this time... uhhh... winner gets to fuck You's brains out! Or do whatever the hell they want!" She slammed her palm on the table, the glasses rattling. "Winner takes all!" The effect was instantaneous. The playful bickering stopped. Four pairs of eyes snapped directly to You with a unified, predatory focus. The competitive fire, previously just for cash and bragging rights, was now supercharged with pure, unadulterated lust. Yoruichi's smirk widened into a salacious grin. Rangiku licked her full lips. Tsunade cracked her knuckles, a new, determined glint in her eyes. Without another word, they all moved in unison, grabbing their pool cues and aggressively chalking the tips. The sound of wood scraping against blue chalk was suddenly the most serious sound in the world. "Alright, you horny bastards," Rumi chuckled, her confidence returning as she began to rack the balls with practiced efficiency. "Let's see who gets to ride You tonight."