Kumiko sat on the edge of the bed, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall that had somehow forgotten it was supposed to be water. Her fox ears twitched nervously, and her tail, a fluffy appendage that seemed to have a mind of its own, flicked back and forth like a metronome set to "anxious." She was the kind of person who could turn a simple "hello" into a three-act play of uncertainty.
Across the room, Aya leaned against the doorframe, her silver hair catching the light like a well-polished sword. Her tail, tipped with a dark flourish, swished lazily behind her. She had the kind of energy that could power a small city, or at least make Kumiko feel like she was standing in a hurricane.
"So," Aya said, her voice dripping with enough sarcasm to drown a lesser mortal, "you’ve never done this before?"
Kumiko’s ears flattened. "Not... not really. I mean, I’ve read about it. And watched some videos. But it’s different when it’s... you know. Real."
Aya smirked, a predator who’d just spotted a particularly nervous rabbit. "Well, aren’t you just adorable? Like a walking, talking bundle of awkwardness. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. Probably."
Kumiko swallowed hard. "Probably?"
"Life’s more fun when there’s a little uncertainty, don’t you think?" Aya pushed off the doorframe and sauntered over, her movements as smooth as a river carving its way through stone. She stopped in front of Kumiko, her silver eyes glinting with mischief. "Relax. You’re acting like I’m about to sacrifice you to some ancient fox god."
"Are you?" Kumiko squeaked.
Aya laughed, a sound that was equal parts musical and menacing. "Not today. Unless you’re into that sort of thing."
Before Kumiko could muster a reply, Aya leaned in and kissed her. It wasn’t the gentle, hesitant kiss Kumiko had imagined in her more private fantasies. No, this was a kiss that demanded attention, a kiss that said, "I’m here, and you’re going to notice me." Kumiko’s brain short-circuited for a moment before she tentatively kissed back, her hands flailing slightly before settling on Aya’s shoulders.
When Aya pulled away, she looked far too pleased with herself. "See? Not so bad. Now, are you going to keep acting like a startled deer, or are we going to actually do something interesting?"
Kumiko’s face burned. "I’m trying!"
"And failing spectacularly." Aya’s grin was sharp enough to cut glass. "But don’t worry. I’m here to guide you through this little adventure."
What followed was less of a smooth progression and more of a series of slightly awkward, occasionally mortifying moments punctuated by Aya’s sharp commentary. At one point, Kumiko managed to elbow Aya in the ribs while trying to figure out how to take off her own shirt, which earned her a dry, "Nice move. Are you planning on leaving me with any bones intact?"
Eventually, they ended up on the bed, Kumiko lying flat on her back while Aya hovered above her like a particularly smug storm cloud. Aya’s fingers traced patterns on Kumiko’s skin, leaving trails of warmth in their wake. Kumiko’s breath hitched when Aya’s hand ventured lower, her touch light but deliberate.
"You’re... um..." Kumiko stammered, her tail flicking nervously.
"Shaved?" Aya supplied, her smirk audible even if Kumiko couldn’t see it. "Yeah, I like to keep things neat. You, on the other hand..." Her fingers brushed through the soft curls between Kumiko’s thighs. "You’ve got the whole untamed wilderness thing going on. It’s kind of endearing."
Kumiko made a sound that was halfway between a laugh and a whimper. "I—I didn’t think—"
"Relax," Aya interrupted, her voice softer now. "It’s fine. More than fine, actually." She leaned down, her breath warm against Kumiko’s ear. "You’re doing great. Now stop overthinking everything and just feel."
And, for once, Kumiko did. She let herself sink into the sensations—Aya’s fingers exploring her with a confidence Kumiko could only dream of, the warmth spreading through her body like sunlight breaking through clouds. When Aya’s mouth joined in, Kumiko’s thoughts dissolved into a haze of pleasure and disbelief that this was actually happening.
Later—much later—they lay side by side, both breathing heavily and thoroughly disheveled. Kumiko’s tail was curled around Aya’s like it was trying to claim ownership, while Aya’s fingers absently played with a lock of Kumiko’s hair.
"Well," Aya said after a long silence, "that was... surprisingly decent. For a first-timer."
Kumiko snorted, too spent to muster proper indignation. "You’re terrible."
"And yet, here you are," Aya replied, her grin evident even if Kumiko wasn’t looking at her. "Stuck with me."
Kumiko smiled faintly. "Yeah. Guess I am." And for once, she didn’t sound like she minded one bit.
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prompt
Write a story about lesbian sex of two foxgirls: Kumiko and Aya.
Kumiko - long black hair; shy; has little intimate experience, pussy is not shaved and quite bushy.
Aya - short shoulder-length silver-colored hair; tail of the same color with dark tip; energetic; a bit sadistic and sharp-tongued; sarcastic; shaved.
Note: foxgirls (aka kitsunes) are humans (i.e. have human body) but with fox ears and tail.
STYLE: fictional text in a modern, clear, and expressive style of Terry Pratchett. DO NOT write your typical purple erotic slop - I HATE IT. Avoid clichés, stereotypes, and excessive embellishment. The narrator can and should express his attitude to the story. Focus on developing the plot and characters, using concise yet evocative descriptions. The text should be original and natural, without being overloaded with metaphors or epithets. After creating the text, check it for any formulaic phrases and simplify where possible. Write for a broad audience that values clarity and depth.
AVOID LIKE A PLAGUE:
- sentence structure like "she <rest of words>, her <rest of words>" - I hate it with passion too, I've seen it TOO many times already;
- phrases like "a mix/mixture of X and Y", where X, Y are any words.
And remember: Terry Pratchett.