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I promised you guys some F/F action with Nyancy today, right? Well, here's a little sneakpeek of what you can expect, enjoy! ^^

 [Then I'm glad we got to meet, Nyancy.] 

 "I am too!" Nyancy says, tail  swishing erratically for just that second. "I'm happy you wanted to talk with me at all, really. I don't have any stories to tell, and I'm not  very interesting, and sometimes it feels like Medea's only putting up  with me because she feels she has to. And I've never even seen a Hooman before you, so I'm glad I, um, got this chance...."

Her gaze  falls naturally down your exposed curves as she speaks. You might expect her to catch herself and blubber an apology, but either she still hasn't noticed her own staring, or she hopes you don't mind this sort of  admiration.

It's the former. It's definitely option number one.

[You're lonely. That's normal.] 

''I... I am. I guess that's true. You seem really pretty, [player name]."

As  timid as Nyancy's kept this whole time, as bright as her cheeks have  piqued already—now's when there may as well be steam popping out those  beautiful fuzzy ears. For a split second, she looks you right in the  eye. And the way she does, tears might actually be welling up in hers.  She trembles.

"I meant nice! I m-meant—I'm sorry! That's so rude  of me, and we're both girls, and that must be weird to you, and I  shouldn't—I should go! I'll leave, I'll just—"

[Shh. Nyancy—shh. Shh.]

 At the gentle, genuine sound of your voice, Nyancy  blinks back her tears. Despite the mess of her own emotions, she breathes in, breathes out, and speaks slower now through a strange tinge  of heat coming through her telepathy.

"What I should say is,  um... could you ever be interested in me? I don't—I have no sexual  experience, so I wouldn't be very... good. I only ever heard about what  to even do. Even after meeting you for such a short time, I just—you've  kindled something inside me I only ever felt faintly for a long time."

[Then kiss me.] 

 The words hang before her like a revelation. Nyancy gulps. You take a step closer to her, lean your hands over her rock, and bend down at the hip to exactly her eye level, watching every shade of blue dance within her. There's a mere breath between you both. Enough space for Nyancy to back away, to hide herself—but she doesn't.

She tilts her head, and slowly, closing her eyes—closing your eyes—soft, small lips press against yours.

It's  slight. Nervous. Like she's just hoping she hasn't already messed this  up. So you lift a hand to her jaw, stroke a thumb over the softest fuzz  on her cheek—and slowly, gradually, the playing of your tongue between  her lips tells her that she's doing just fine.

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That's all for now, people! I'll post a bit of her sex scene next week, probably. Hope you guys are excited, because I sure as hell am! :D

~TAD