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Adra’s Journey Part One - Violet and White

By Rix Prime

Foreword

This came about from a desire to stretch my wings and broaden what I’d like to offer. One thing I haven’t yet depicted is a f/f sexual scene, and I wanted to see if I could pull it off and make something that is beautiful and, more importantly, believable. I plan on more stories with Adra as she awakens, learning what she enjoys and maybe even some of the pitfalls she reaches. There _ will _ be BDSM elements in the story, and though the core relationship is between women, I am not going to rule out the presence of a penis or two in the subsequent stories.

Using the somewhat outdated Kinsey scale, Adra would be a 5, meaning she’s a lesbian, but still has the potential to spend time with a man. Kseniya (or Seni) is a firm 3-4. She prefers women, but doesn’t make very much distinction.

I’ve released this without a SubscribeStar head start because I want people to get their eyes on these two characters and pique interest first.

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“Come on, Adra, you can do this. She made the offer. She’s interested. And she’s beautiful,” Adra muttered to herself as she stood in front of the heavy oak door. “Never mind that you called her a slut and worse.” She raised her hand and was about to ring the doorbell when, for the fifth time she hesitated. What would the owner of Nuts To You think? How would it look to have the Adra at her door after she’d been so firmly rebuffed? The jackal lowered her hand and sighed. Much longer and she’d look to some passerby like some sort of prowler, albeit one in a long purple skirt and white blouse who was obviously not trying to hide in the least. One who had her bushy tail curled a bit between her legs, at that. “At least it’s not raining,” she grumbled, absently touching the pride necklace she wore around her neck.

Adra might have stood on the doorstep for another five or six aborted attempts when the door swung open and a musical voice said, “Oh dear, I could not let you just stand there. As nice as it was to watch you, I think it would be cruel to let that go on much longer.” Adra jumped and looked up with wide eyes, ears swiveling and going flat in surprise and embarrassment. Standing in front of her, in nothing more than a violet-coloured nightgown, was, in Adra’s eyes at least, one of the most beautiful women she’d ever seen. “Oh, you are quite the sight. Come in, come in. It is Adra, correct?”

Before the words registered, Adra found herself taking in the sight of the squirrel that stood before her. Divested of the flour-streaked apron, faded blue jeans and black t-shirt shirt that she’d been wearing the first time the jackal had seen her, lavender tinged longfur on her head left unbound and cascading over her shoulders, Adra thought that the squirrel was even more beautiful than when she’d first saw her. The loose nightgown that she wore didn’t hurt, either. The white-furred squirrel looked down at her with those ruby-red eyes, an expression of amusement and curiosity on her face. When she finally realized that the squirrel had asked her a question, Adra stammered, “Yes, ma’am. Miss! Seni! Oh, yeah, I, yeah, good idea.”

The squirrel, Seni, stepped to the side and gestured expansively, letting Adra step into her home. Like the foyer in many of the older houses in the area, there was a set of stairs leading up to the second floor directly to her right, framed by a simple wood banister worn smooth by decades of use. About halfway up, the stairs reached a landing and took a right turn. There was a closet to her left, and Adra slipped her ever-present backpack onto a hook there, then turned to face Seni, feeling awkward. “Uh, so, I just uh. Listen, I’m sorry for how I acted.”

Seni watched Adra wordlessly for a few moments, then gestured to her left, “Come on, it is much more comfortable in the living room. Do you want anything, dear? I have soda, wine, brandy, whatever. Just do not ask for coffee. As much as I like it in the morning, running a cafe makes me a bit sick of it at the end of my day.”

When Adra passed through the open archway into the living room, she gasped. The huge room was a picture of comfort and relaxation. To her surprise, the furniture was all mismatched, from the multitude of bookcases of varying heights to the three couches around a low coffee table, each of them different from the other in both color and style. The middle couch faced a huge stone fireplace that looked like it used actual wood, if the charred remains of a log and the vague scent of wood-smoke was any indication. It made the room seem lived in and cared for, someplace that people actually spent time. “Uh, I guess a glass of wine?”

“Good choice! Go on, have a seat, I’ll be right there,” Seni called as she headed for the kitchen. Adra took a seat on one of the couches that faced across from another. From where she sat, she could see through an immaculately-kept dining room to just a sliver of the kitchen. There were a few flashes of black and white, and soon Seni returned with a bottle and two glasses. She appeared to consider the couches, then took a seat across from Adra, legs crossed. Despite herself, Adra found herself peeking at the shapely legs and how the robe seemed to hike up a little on the couch. “So, before you say more, I do really understand your reaction at my cafe. I am a good forty-two years old. I have seen and done many things. The stories I could tell you about the parties I have hosted here would curl your toes. When I see something… someone that interests me, I tend to go for it.”

Adra’s ears flattened against her skull and she looked down into her her lap, hands fidgeting a bit. When she looked up, Seni had cracked the top of the bottle open and was pouring some wine into each of the glasses. “I… yeah, I know. I’m just not used to it. Up until I moved to Waterloo, I kinda had to stay in the closet. Funny thing, I grew up in Kitchener. Kitchener, BC that is. But it’s a small town, and my uncle’s a preacher. Dad and mom teach at one of the Catholic schools there. I came here to get away, you know? From all that. Wearing the pride necklace, it… I wear it because I can. God, I’m not talking too much am I?”

Seni sipped her wine and let out a happy little churr, “Do not let anyone tell you a screw top means bad wine. Snobs, all of them.” She smiled at Adra and nodded, “Go on. I like hearing about the girls that have caught my eye. The boys too, though they are much rarer.” She leaned forward, her curiosity obvious in her posture.

“I’m thousands of kilometres from a place that never felt like home. I worked hard to get a scholarship. My aunt, the black sheep of the family, lives here. I’m staying with her here. Halima Kendrick. She told me about this place, actually.” Seni made a strange sound of surprise at that, and Adra looked up, but Seni had composed herself in seconds. The jackal made a mental note to ask more about that reaction later.

“I guess I… I wear the necklace openly. I don’t try to hide who I am. I want to be seen, you know? I feel like I’m in my own skin finally, not having to sneak around. And I thought you were so beautiful, Seni. You, the way you walked and moved. The pride flags in your window. Hell, the day that some street preacher stood outside the window screaming fire and brimstone, and all you did was remind him that if he took a single step onto the property, he’d be arrested. That’s what my uncle Rafe is like, by the way. What did you do to get him to leave? You went out there for a few and said something and he just packed up, disgusted.”

Seni took another sip of wine and laughed, eyes twinkling. “After he did not get tired, I returned and I showed him my phone. On the top was a clock. On the bottom was a ‘donate’ button. I made sure he knew that every minute he spent on the sidewalk spewing his filth from that moment forward, I was donating fifty dollars to the 519 in Toronto, and fifty more to local queer support groups. I was out five hundred dollars in the end, but he has not bothered us since. His ilk show up every few months and try something. They get bored. Small minded, pig-headed fools. And if your uncle is like that, my deepest sympathies.” The explanation drew a small laugh from the jackal, who shook her head in wonder.

“Oh, that’s just fucking perfect,” Adra said. She was silent for a few more moments, then bit her lip and said softly, “I can be myself here. I have a safe place to exist. But, well, given my life back there… I’ve never been with a girl. Like that. I’ve wanted to. I mean, I kissed a girl and… oh don’t you dare. Don’t you dare bring up that singer!” She could see the larger smile curling Seni’s lips but the squirrel just took another sip of the wine. Adra, realizing she hadn’t yet touched hers, took a sip. She blinked and smiled. The white was sweet, but not too much so, and it was good. She didn’t know much about wine, but it was definitely not swill. She continued, “I didn’t know how to react. I thought you were trying to hook up or something and just doing that to every girl you saw or… I don’t know. And I… I should never have used those words, Seni.”

Seni seemed to consider Adra’s words silently for a few moments, then said, “I came on strong. Yes, I was, in a way, trying to hook up. With you. I suppose everything you said was quite true. I am a slut. I did want to take you to bed. Still do. I do not often read someone wrong, and I read you wrong. I saw you watching me, and I thought it was something it was not.” Adra blinked and stared at the squirrel, baffled that she would call herself that, but Seni continued. “Adra dear, sex and intimacy are core parts of what I am. It speaks to your comfort with who you are that I thought I could proposition you as I did. I did not mean to upset you.”

Not quite sure what to say, Adra took another sip of wine, trying not to look at the older squirrel. She’d expected Seni to be angry or at the most irritated, especially when she’d obviously been settling down for the night. The frankness with which the squirrel spoke had her off guard, though it was refreshing given the care she’d had to conduct herself with back at her parents’ place. Finally, she said softly, “You didn’t. Well, you did, but that’s on me. I think. You caught me off guard.”

Seni leaned forward, setting her now-empty wineglass down on the coffee table. “I will not proposition you in such a way again, I promise,” she said, a reassuring tone in her voice. Adra’s ears flattened even more and she set her own glass on the table, though hers wasn’t even half gone. She fidgeted for a few moments, ears twitching and splaying out and back before swiveling forward again. She opened her mouth, started to speak, then went quiet. “There is more.”

“I… got back to my dorm and realized just how bad I’d acted. And how you were offering something I’ve always wondered about. Always wanted. So maybe I do want to, Seni. Just that, well…” She hesitated.

“You have never actually been with a woman.” Seni said softly. “Look at me, Adra. Please.” When the jackal looked up and met her gaze, she continued. “It is quite a step, going from something you have only thought of, to actually doing it.”

Adra nodded. “Yeah. That.”

Seni rose and stepped around the coffee table to sit on the couch beside Adra. She lifted her hand up and touched the jackal’s cheek. Adra let out a soft gasp but didn’t pull away, instead turning to look back into the squirrel’s pale red eyes. Seni smiled, then leaned forward to press her lips to the jackal’s. The girl pressed back against that kiss, and when Seni lifted her hand to press lay it against Adra’s chest, she could feel the jackal’s heart racing. When she finally broke the kiss, Seni could see a tumult of emotions within the girl’s eyes.

“Adra,” Seni whispered, a low, husky tone creeping into her voice. “Your first time is significant. If you want to stop, we can. Before we do this, I want you to listen carefully.” She waited until Adra nodded, then brushed her lips against the jackal’s again. “I have two lovers right now. Two people with whom I share my heart and my bed. I love both of them very much. One is a male. They both know each other, though they are not involved. Merisa is not interested in anyone with a penis.”

Adra’s eyes were wide, though Seni noted that there was no disgust or fear in them, and she said in a small voice, “Two? I uh, wow.” She began to fidget again, “And they know? And don’t have problems with it? They… they’re okay with it?” She blinked and then looked toward the stairs, a worried expression on her face, “Wait, are they here right now?”

Seni laughed and shook her head, “David has a wife and kids. Merisa lives in Toronto. And so it comes to the question you have to ask yourself. Are you comfortable with that? Know that I will be telling them about this. In fact, I told Merisa that I was finally going to approach you today.”

“Oh jeez,” Adra said, feeling heat warming her cheeks. She thanked herself that she had fur to hide the blush. The few proteus-negative people that popped up on occasion always had a hard time hiding their emotions. “So… I… um…”

“If you cannot say that you are comfortable with my relationships, then we should not do this now. If you want time to think, to consider,” Seni ventured, but Adra cut her off.

“No!” For just a second, the squirrel felt a pang of regret, thinking it might have been too much to hope, “No, I… I know about that. Open relationship stuff. Polyamory, right? I’m not completely clueless, Seni. There was a family that moved into the area when I was sixteen. Oh, my uncle went full fundie about that. He actually went all street-preacher on them. My parents were quietly disapproving. But… I saw they were happy.” Seni breathed a sigh of relief.

“So, would you not… feel anything for me? It it just sex then?” Adra asked, a quavering in her voice telling Seni all she needed to know.

“Oh heavens no, Adra. I have room in my heart for more. With neither David nor Merisa able to devote much time to me, I have lots of it. So if that is something you would like, we could give that a try.” Seni smiled warmly at Adra and laid a hand on her knee. “So? How about it, dear?”

Adra grinned. Beamed, even, and that happy, open smile made Seni’s own heart ache. “I don’t know where to start,” she said sheepishly.

“Let me take the lead, hmm?” Seni suggested, and was rewarded by another grin, accompanied by an excited forward perking of the jackal’s ears. “First, I do not think I will need this.” She stood up and undid the top buttons of her silk nightdress, then simply slipped her arms out from under the straps and let the fabric drop to the floor with a rustle.

Her mouth hanging open in surprise, all that Adra could say was “holy fuck!” All at once, she was getting a close up look of the beautiful squirrel in nothing but her fur. “Oh… oh wow…” she whispered, voice cracking just the tiniest bit. Starting from the top, there were those pale red, almost luminous eyes that looked back at her. Seni was grinning, and Adra could tell that she knew the effect she was having.

Seni was heavyset, even overweight, but she held it well. Her breasts were, surprisingly, small, and if Adra had to describe her, it would be ‘pear-shaped’, with a bit of a belly and wide, plush hips. It was a look that Adra found so much more appealing than the so-called ‘perfectly proportioned’ ideal that society wanted to push every female towards, regardless of species. As Adra lowered her gaze, she felt her heart skip a beat. Though much of Seni’s quim was hidden by fur, she caught a flash of pale pink, and, even more surprisingly, a little glint of chrome. “Wait, do you have a… piercing? On your…”

Seni nodded, grinning, “Hood piercing. Yes, it hurt to get. Fun to have it played with, though. Now, mm, about you.” Her eyes developed a hungry, excited look. Having that gaze directed on her made Adra squirm, and she felt a warmth spreading in her loins. Seni was beautiful to her, as much in the way she held herself as a look that was more naturally attractive as any she’d seen before.

Adra began to unbutton her blouse with shaking hands, but Seni laid a hand on hers and let out a tsk, “Let me, dear,” She said, and before she knew it, the squirrel had undone the white fabric and had pulled Adra’s blouse open, her hands cupping the jackal’s breasts through her bra.

With a soft moan, Adra closed her eyes. This, at least, she knew, though it was the farthest she had ever gone. It certainly felt a lot better than the random grabs from boys back in her other life. “You like my boobies?” she asked bluntly, then stammered, “Oh fuck me I just said ‘boobies’. I haven’t used that word in years, I swear.”

Seni looked down at the jackal with an odd look, then began to giggle, “Nope. I am never going to let you forget that one. But yes, I do like your ‘boobies’.” She gave the jackal’s breasts a firm squeeze and then murmured. “Mmnh, these are nice. Full, big, but not too much. Perfect handfuls. Though, I do not think you were wearing a bra when you came to my cafe.” Seni rubbed her thumbs across the jackal’s nipples through the thin fabric, making the nubs of flesh stiffen through the fabric.

“Ah, no, no I wasn’t. I mean, a hoodie and a t-shirt and jeans are different, right? Oh! Oh hell,” Adra gasped as Seni deftly tugged her blouse down and then reached back to unhook her bra. She wriggled and moved her arms, and soon she was free of both. Without a word, Seni crouched down and wrapped her lips around Adra’s right nipple, her tongue flicking at the sensitive flesh. “Ohmygod!” she almost hollered. Seni’s skilled tongue teased and massaged, and then she began to gently suck on it until it was stiff and firm before pulling away. The attention to that spot had her feeling even more excited now, and she shifted a bit. “W-what do you-MMPH!” She was silenced by a kiss, a little more aggressive than the first, and Seni’s hand replaced her mouth, fingers teasing and gently tugging at her nipple. The squirrel’s tongue pressed against her lips, and Adra cried out at a particularly firm (but not in the least unpleasant) tug. That was all the opening that Seni needed, and soon she was all but claiming the jackal’s muzzle with her tongue.

The kiss went on for what felt like forever, and the way Seni moved and touched Adra was a little less gentle than before. When she pulled away, she actually licked the side of Adra’s muzzle like a mother with her pup. “Oh, I have wanted to do that from the moment you walked into my cafe, Adra. Merisa is going to be green with envy. In a good way. It is not often one gets to be a woman’s first experience.”

Adra, for her part, was utterly unable to form words, making a few starts and stops. She was warm and excited and far past anything she’d ever even dreamed of doing back home. “S-seni!” she finally blurted out, “More!”

The squirrel beamed. “More, she says. Of course!” Then both of the squirrel’s hands were teasing at Adra’s nipples. Little gasps and cries pealed from Adra’s lips, getting even more fervent when Seni started using her mouth, placing little kisses at her neck, then her nipples, tongue occasionally stroking over the firm nubs. “You know, sometimes I get envious of girls like you with such a big chest. Then I remember I don’t get men starting at mine all the time,” Seni said after delivering a gentle little tug of her teeth at one of them. The giggle that drew from Adra was genuine, free of any nervousness.

Gripping her skirt in bunched fists, Adra felt her desire rising and growing more insistent. If she had been alone, she would have had her fingers at her sex, rubbing her clit, driving deep into her passage. Between her cries, she managed to gasp out, “S-seni, I want you to, ah… lower. Please lower.”

“Mmm. If I go lower, dear, I am going to use my tongue. You really think you are ready for that?” Adra, wide-eyed, just nodded and bit her lower lip. Seni moved up to nuzzle and kiss at Adra’s neck before giving a firm little nip. The sudden sharp sensation drew out a surprised squeak from the jackal. “Get a bit more comfortable, love. Put that pretty little rump on the edge of the couch, legs spread.”

“Do you want me t-to take off my skirt?” Adra asked breathlessly as she moved to follow the squirrel’s instructions.

Seni slipped to her knees in front of the couch, using one arm to push the coffee table aside so she could get more comfortable. “Oh no. It is much more fun with some clothes on.” She flipped up the bottom of the purple skirt and pressed her head underneath. There was a sound of surprise when Seni discovered one of Adra’s little secrets. “Oh my goodness, dear. No underwear?”

“N-no, I uh, I don’t uh, like the feel. S’why I don’t w-wear short skirts, or I wear jeans. OH what the… Or tracks. I j-UUUST oh fuck me!” Seni had kissed her left thigh, then taken another gentle nip. “C-can’t believe I’m doing this!”

From under the soft fabric of Adra’s skirt, Seni let out a snort. “Believe it, dear. And I have not even properly started yet!” She continued to kiss and nip in turn, moving ever closer to the jackal’s mound. “You ready, dear?”

“Yes,” Adra all but growled, gripping the edge of the couch tightly, trying to spread her legs even wider. All her curiosity and desire rode on that single word. Then, drawing a surprised sound from her lips, Adra felt the squirrel’s warm breath on her sex. She tensed, and felt Seni use her thumbs to spread her labia before delivering one long, slow lick from just beneath her passage all the way up to the small button of her clit. A loud, long yell of shocked pleasure pealed from her and she dug her claws unconsciously into the fabric of the couch. Nothing could have prepared her for the sensation of the older woman’s tongue upon her, sending near-electric pulses of pleasure through her.

Somewhat muffled by fabric, Adra could hear Seni say, “I think she likes it.” A guttural ‘uh-huh’ was all that the jackal could manage before Seni continued. Over and over that tongue lapped at her, sometimes drawing her tongue up one inner petal and down the other. Ragged little whimpers and moans began to spill from Adra’s lips, a continual frenzy of ecstatic noise. “Holy shit, Seni,” she gasped out when she could finally form words.

As if to wordlessly tell her lover that there was much more to come, Seni began to pay closer attention to Adra’s sensitive little nub. Each flick of the squirrel’s tongue was a jolt of pleasure that radiated from her loins through the rest of her body. She wasn’t even aware when her moans and whimpers and yowls grew even louder. Without thinking, she moved her hands to hold Seni’s head through her skirt and leaned forward. Eyes closed, shutting out everything but the absolute ecstasy of what was being done, she began to rock her hips ever so slightly. For the next minute -was it a minute? Two?- she just rode those pulses and waves of pleasure, her breathing growing steadily more ragged, tongue now lolling out of her mouth as she panted.

“Tell me when you are close, love. I want to look in your eyes when you peak,” Seni said firmly, pausing. She repeated the demand a second time, finally getting a stammered ‘okay’ from the jackal. “Mnh, you’ll love this.” Using her thumbs again, she pulled Adra’s petals aside. A few more moments passed, then Seni drove her tongue as deep as she could into her lover.

“SENI!” Adra all but shrieked, the strong muscle pushing into her a little bit of a stretch. Though it was obviously not a pained sound, the squirrel stopped. Wordlessly, Adra tugged Seni’s head against her while pressing her mound forward. It was all the invitation that was needed, for soon that tongue was pressing in again, undulating, curling, pressing to one side and then the other. One thumb let go, and soon Seni’s fingers were massaging the girl’s clit. “Oh fuck, Seni, I’m gonna, I really am, shit… stop…”

Seni hesitated and then laughed, “Now, love, we can take this thing off.” She unhooked the skirt and began to tug it down and off, with Adra obligingly closing her legs to make it easier. “Oh, very good girl,” Seni churred at her, and then stood up. Adra blushed when she saw that the older woman had mussed fur slicked with her own desire.

“Now, love, I am going to love watching you reach your peak.” Seni said, a playfully ominous tone. She took a long look at the girl sitting on the edge of the couch, panting. All that golden fur all over, but for her back, and pale white at her belly. The wagging, curling tail. Breasts at least two sizes larger than her own. But what captivated Seni was Adra’s eyes. The deep brown pools were looking back at her with a delightful mixture of trust, arousal and excitement. She leaned over Adra and pressed her fingers up against the jackal’s now soaked mound.

Adra moaned, an involuntary rock of her hips against Seni’s touch making her ears flit back in embarrassment. “Oh my god, Seni, just do it. Do it please.” She knew that she had made a bit of a mess given just how horny she was now. When the squirrel kissed her again, she could taste her own pleasure on those full, pale lips.

That beaming smile grew. Seni didn’t quite lay on top of Adra, but she did cover her. One hand rested on her left breast, and the other, against her mound, moved. The jackal let out a soft little whine, one that changed to another guttural groan as two fingers pressed into her passage, slick and tight. They pressed deep, and in a second they curled. Without saying another word, breaking the kiss, ruby eyes peered back into golden-brown. The squirrel began to stroke and massage, to do something inside her. “Riiight there I think, yes,” Seni commented when Adra began to buck and squirm again.

It took but a minute of that attention, fingers stroking that bundle of hidden nerves deep inside Adra while Seni’s other hand squeezed her breast, occasionally tweaking her nipple. When the climax that had been rising within Adra finally came, Seni saw it in her eyes first, a wild widening of her eyes. There was a clenching around Seni’s two fingers, and she went stiff. Before Adra could cry it out, the squirrel kissed her deeply, tongue forcing its way between lips already parted so she could pant and moan. The scream of pure intense ecstasy was delivered right into the kiss, and the jackal’s whole body began to shake. And still the press of lips went on, until the last of that cry faded and Adra slumped back against the couch, panting heavily.

When Seni withdrew her fingers, her hand was soaked in the slightly sticky evidence of her lover’s orgasm, as was the edge of the couch. She smiled and almost casually wiped her hand on the jackal’s belly, mussing the fur there. Pulling her lips away from the jackal, she used her still-dry left hand to touch Adra’s cheek. “Sweet girl, making such a mess,” she whispered.

Adra could only splutter and let out low whines. Every few seconds for the next half minute, she would jerk and twitch, making her breasts bounce just a little and her legs kick out. When she came aware of the words Seni had whispered, her ears flattened and she stammered out, “Oh fuck, I’m s-sorry, the couch…”

“Shh, dear, do not worry yourself about that,” Seni said soothingly. She rose and got back up on the couch, pulling the still-panting jackal into an embrace, the soft fur on her breasts meeting the black, wiry fur on Adra’s back. Laying a single finger over Adra’s lips, one of the ones made slick from her climax, she pushed it in. “Taste how much you enjoyed yourself, Adra. I am happy I could do that for you.”

The jackal’s ears flattened even more, but she didn’t try to remove that finger, running her tongue all around the digit, cleaning it fully. “I just… holy shit, Seni. That was.”

“Quite different when it is not yourself doing it, is it not?” Seni said with a happy churr, nuzzling the jackal’s earbases and delivering gentle nips. “Not entirely under your control. You were beautiful, you are beautiful, my dear.”

“B-but your couch!” Adra blurted out, “I think I pierced it too.”

Seni laughed and gave Adra an affectionate squeeze, laying her hands clasped over the jackal’s belly. “Will not be the first time. And not the first some pretty girl has gushed all over the fabric, either. There is a reason I do not purchase expensive, new furniture. Regardless,” she said, nipping at the tip of one of those ears once they’d risen up again. David will attend to it when he visits next. He looks fantastic in a maid’s outfit. And he is really quite good at it.”

It was Adra’s turn to laugh, “A maid’s outfit? Really? Wait, it’s one of those relationships?” She grew a bit pensive, and in a smaller voice asked, “You don’t want that for me, do you?” She wasn’t sure how she felt about that particular idea.

“Oh no, my dear. I do not force one sort of relationship on everyone I am with,” Seni cooed, her blunted claws gently scratching at the jackal’s belly. “David is my boy, my toy, my devoted little plaything. I am rough with him, I bully him, I make sure he has a very uncomfortable drive home over bumpy country roads. He may have a penis, but he does not get to use it very often at all. His wife and I have ah, utter control over that.” She left Adra to wonder what exactly that meant.

“And… Merisa was it?” Adra asked, a dreamy tone in her voice. She rested her own hands over the squirrel’s and gave them a squeeze.

Seni felt a surge of affection for the jackal at the question. There wasn’t a touch of jealousy in the girl’s voice, only curiosity and a bit of exhaustion. It was then that she knew this was going to be much more than a single encounter. She could guide her, teach her. Be someone that Seni herself had never really had during her own awakening. “Merisa is one of my oldest and best friends. I talk to her daily, and when I see her, it lights up my entire day. I do hope you like her. She may be interested in you, but you do not have any obligation.”

Adra’s ears stayed pricked up, and she nestled in against Seni with a happy sigh. It felt incredible to be there, naked and resting against the older squirrel. “What would you like us to be? If you want there to be an us? What would you like to do?”

Seni considered how to answer the question, then murmured, “We can let ourselves figure that out as we go. But yes, I would like there to be an ‘us’, whatever ‘us’ becomes. And what I would like to do, sweet girl, is take you up to my bedroom and give you a night you will never forget.”

The jackal smiled and turned her head to the side. “Yeah. That sounds great,” she whispered. “But not yet. Just wanna stay here a while.” Her eyes blinked sleepily and she cracked a rather large yawn. “That’s okay, right?”

Seni stroked the side of Adra’s muzzle that was bared and said warmly, “Of course. When you’ve had a little nap.”

Two hours later, they both went upstairs, clothing left behind.