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"What'd you think?"

Satya looks up from her coffee. "Hah?"

A human girl sits across from her, darker coffee shoved aside, eyes focused on Satya's reaction.

"You said you went to the bookstore yesterday. You bought a copy, right?"

"Oh," Satya says. "Yes. Yup. I got one, don't worry."

The girl wrings her hands in front of her face, squealing, "I can't believe it's really there! That's my book people are buying now. This is the best! Seriously, what'd you think?"

Satya lifts her cup with both hands, forked tongue dipping absently into the coffee before she takes a full sip. "I already told you, it's nice. I might read it again later, but--"

"Not the story," the girl says. "The book! How'd it feel in your hands? How'd it feel just getting to hold it, for real, to feel it right there in your fingers?"

Satya's fingers tighten around only her coffee.

"Soft, right?" the girl says. "Like a baby. It's so soft when you know it's yours. It's so good."

Satya takes another sip. She tilts her brow, nods along, and says, "That's one way to put it."

It's more like a heavy lump between Satya's fingers as she tugs a copy off the shelf at the bookstore later that day. Nightfall In His Arms, even for a softcover, weighs twice as much as would be generous for its subject matter.

And it's terrible.

But Satya flips through a page at a time, marveling at what prose can get printed these days by a legitimate publisher. She doesn't read. She's already been through that ordeal back when her friend got her to proofread chapter after chapter about cocks, dicks, and also cocks.

Satya just... marvels at the miracle of the printed word.

Skimming through the book proper is bad enough in public, but Satya's frame makes it particularly noticeable what genre she's parked herself at. Most of her body is a tail, thick as her waist and tapering off only many feet later, wrapped and scrunched all around her in the aisle. She's learned just to lower her head and apologize as people lift their knees high to get around her.

So, Satya's learned to pay attention to who's around her. And, uh, right now, she sure does. She shouldn't stare, but as she pulls her book close and peeks out over it, it's not usual she finds someone else quite so noticeable.

Adelae Vinique. To Satya, she's the woman engrossed in something from the scifi side of the aisle, her genre pick cradled by a gentle black grip and cushioned under a thick sweater she's slipped all the way up to her fingers. She's a squirrel, yet the mass of her own tail tucked snug over herself is hardly all that draws Satya's secret attentions. Locks of gold and auburn fire flow longer than Satya's gaze, and the same sweater she wears over her hands can barely hide the hips Satya tells herself to quit staring at.

If that sounds like a bit much for some stranger in a bookstore--Satya agrees.

So when this particular lady flips her next page, thumbing over the paper so gently Satya has to take notice, and turns her beautiful blue eyes right over that page toward Satya--

Oh, shit.

Satya ducks right back into her book, realizes that makes it worse, and hopes Adelae doesn't see how deeply she breathes in before turning back to face her. She lifts Nightfall up plainer and dares a nod.

"My friend's first novel," Satya says

Adelae hardly bats an eye, but she smiles just so slightly. "You must be proud."

"Oh, yeah, for sure," Satya says, "definitely."

She looks back to the book and winces.

"Relatively."

Adelae pauses her thumb on the next page. "You don't recommend it?"

Satya's tail contorts closer and she tucks her book behind herself with both hands, saying, "I recommend the author, um, as a person. She's very sweet. She's very... intelligent?"

She points quickly to Adelae's choice of reading. "How about yours?"

"God, no, it's hot garbage," Adelae says. Her smile grows. "But I like it."

Satya struggles back as nice a grin as she can muster and shrugs. "I guess that'd be the best kind of garbage."

Adelae matches her shrug, eyeing where Satya lowered Nightfall. She says, "Different strokes for different folks."

Satya looks back down to the book and says, "I shouldn't be so harsh. It's not really that bad... just not written to my tastes, and that's okay."

Adelae brushes a lock of hair like fallen autumn leaves off her face, throwing back the rest as she says, "Well, I got wide tastes. Let me see what you're in for there."

Satya holds back a mild but confused panic in her gut.

"Hah?"

Adelae claps her book shut and saunters toward Satya, stepping easily over her tail. Satya fumbles her book open to the middle again as she realizes what she's facilitated.

"I didn't recommend it, just remember," she says. "Don't hold it against me."

Adelae stops beside her and leans up on her tiptoes to get a better view, shifting one hand against Satya's arm for support. Satya still peeks at her as Adelae nods along to the passage, raising her brow, muttering, "Hmm. I see. No, she's right, that is a magnanimous phallus."

Satya giggles, hoping at least the creases in her grin hide her blush. "Credit where credit is due."

"Points for creativity," Adelae says. "Not just anyone could liken a cock to an armchair."

"Oh, she stays thematically consistent," Satya says. "Just wait until it gets to the staircase pussy."

"She goes there?"

"She does."

A sharp hush interrupts their restrained giggling as an employee pokes his head down the aisle, holding a finger to his lips. With just a glance, Adelae zips her fingers over her lips curtsies an imaginary skirt to him. Satya fights just to keep her face straight as the employee rolls his eyes and gives up on them.

"Well," Adelae sighs after his departure, "you could be right that not everyone would like that."

Satya tucks the book under her wrists again and says, "Still worse than yours?"

Adelae clicks her teeth a moment before she says, "Sugar, if that isn't to your taste--"

She twists her wrist and lifts her scifi pick plain to see, a man and woman gracing its cover with even less clothing than on Nightfall's, the woman clinging onto the knees of the man in vivid personal rapture of his metal loincloth.

"--this wouldn't be, either."

"I guess so," Satya chuckles, hardly noticing her blush fade away. Her grin fades the same, though, as she says, "Sorry, I didn't mean to take up your time, if you were looking to get back to that."

"I wasn't," Adelae says. "I was just browsing. My shoot got canceled today, so this is my free time. I got nowhere else to be."

"Oh," Satya says. More words seem suddenly important as Adelae keeps waiting in front of her, so she adds, "That's cool."

Adelae brushes her hair away again, but as her hand lingers across her face, she leans in to Satya's ear and whispers, "So now's a good time to invite me to lunch."

Satya neglects answering as her brain pauses to process. Adelae pulls back and lowers her chin, gaze thinning even as her smile grows.

"If you got the time for it?"

It's just an hour later when lunch gives way to Satya fumbling open the door to her apartment in Adelae's arms and lips, one hand on the knob and the other on the frame as Adelae plays her tongue like a flute.

Lunch provided a different sort of bonding than Satya anticipated. Adelae is an actor, turns out. An adult film star--and without openly panicking over the implications of what Adelae might expect with that level of experience, Satya and Adelae came to a ladies' agreement.

That's what Satya calls it, because "fucking" is such a particular word for what's about to happen.

They break the kiss only as Adelae pins Satya against the wall, closing the door herself once Satya's slid her whole tail inside. Adelae pushes her hips closer toward Satya's heaving scales, leaving her hair where it falls this time, still a glimmer of the gorgeous sapphic gaze on half her face.

"So, this is, uh--here," Satya says, slipping lower against Adelae's fingers. "My place..."

"It's nice," Adelae says, studying each little flex across her partner's struggling smile. "You seem nervous."

"What? No," Satya says. "That's definitely not what's happening. I'm just--this is all a little new to me."

Adelae tilts her gaze. "Do I bother you now that we've gotten this far?"

"Oh, my god, no! It's--maybe nervous is the right word," Satya says quicker. "Just not the one I like, honestly..."

Adelae rights herself. "That's fine. But I got some ground rules before we do this."

"That sounds safe," Satya whispers.

Adelae brushes their tails slowly together, sliding her under Satya's, entwining them. She says, "First: if you want to stop, just say it."

Satya nods. Adelae smiles, drawing her fingers down from Satya's cheek.

"Second," she says, "is you don't get to be shy anymore."

Satya understands only what the words individually mean.

"Hah?"

Adelae tugs Satya's shirt up over her breasts, shining silver-green, and tucks it snug on top. Satya squeaks, grimacing only a moment before Adelae presses herself against them, nuzzling her cheek over Satya's shoulder as she whispers, "Third: this one isn't really a rule, actually, just something you should know..."

Her fingers slink lower, entangling under Satya's satin wrap against someplace lower than Satya's ever been touched before.

"...I like it loud."

Adelae presses inside. Satya flattens against the wall, tail lurching behind them as she cries, "Oh, god that's new!"

A thumb rubs over her clitoris as two fingers play just underneath it, sliding and squeezing no matter how the walls in Satya's cloaca resist. Adelae watches without pause as Satya deepens against the wall, and she sucks in her lip, biting it softly for herself as she says, "I thought I was going to warm you up, but you already had it covered."

Satya's tongue flicks out in her next gasp and rolls down her lip, barely helping as she says, "Oh, wow, uh--unh--yeah, I'm good."

Adelae fondles the rest of her soft fingers around one of Satya's breasts, cupping it into a generous grip as she leans onto her tiptoes, then back down, rubbing their breasts against each other through her sweater.

Satya's cloaca constricts tighter, moistens her entrance, licks Adelae's fingers shamelessly into its folds. She lifts a quivering hand to Adelae's arm. "You got... you found someplace--really right in there..."

Adelae pushes upward again and meets Satya at eye level.

"You said you're new at this?" she says. "Then let's try this again."

She lifts her free hand to Satya's cheek and presses forward, locking their touch at the tongue once more. Satya closes her eyes, sensations overwhelming her breaths as they mix over Adelae's. Adelae strokes her jaw, curling their tongues just inside it until the motions echo in Satya's bones.

It's a gift sweeter than Satya's tasted before. She delights in a way only Adelae's tongue can draw from her, her scales alight under fur and bone guiding her to a new feeling.

Something deeper shivers out from her spine as the alarm sounds from her clitoris. Her arms shake against Adelae's, but Adelae watches the moans in her face and smiles through their wet clasping, pressing harder below.

The surge comes and Satya bucks forward, but Adelae holds her steady and locks her gasps and cries inside their lips. Satya trembles under her touch as Adelae holds their bodies together, rolling with her as the hottest pressure yet spurts out between Adelae's fingers, dripping loose down pulsing scales, down Adelae's wrist, spilling plainly without a corner to hide in.

Adelae slips off and out, letting Satya gasp herself back from the brink. They stand in heavy breath together.

"See?" Adelae says, stroking her gently. "Nothing to be nervous about."

A haze clouds Satya's vision, a strand of her partner's spit still hanging down her own mouth.

"That was intense," she says.

"Glad you think so," Adelae says. "Where's your bedroom?"

The mattress compresses with nary a squeak as Adelae stretches across the pillows first, Satya following at the foot of her bed. Adelae slips her pants off and Satya can hardly look away from the view, but Adelae pulls her closer, setting the snake's cooler hands around her sweater.

Satya follows her lead with a greater blush, disrobing Adelae to a flourish of dark fur sifting into a glow of white over her stomach, her breasts, a warm puff below her neck. Adelae throws her sweater off the rest of the way and gives Satya a moment to bask in a fellow woman's nudity. The squirrel's breasts breathe without provocation, silhouetted by the brighter gold and deeper red splayed freely behind her, only tinier cloth left concealing her pussy far below.

"Your turn now," Adelae whispers. "You feel up to that?"

Satya's tail coils around the bed as her blush heightens.

"I feel up to that," she mutters.

Adelae slinks lower against the headboard and slides her legs closer around Satya, knees pulling apart the nearer they come. Satya moves her fingers around the straps of Adelae's panties and peels them away to the silent snap of a wet bead, marveling with a wider gaze yet as the scent of lilacs fills her nostrils.

Maybe not lilacs. Satya doesn't actually know what lilacs smell like, but Adelae's pussy smells like all kinds of flowers.

Adelae grins slicker and places her hands over Satya's cheeks, reminding her of their ladies' agreement as she guides the snake into a lower place. Satya's eyes shut without her notice and she flicks her tongue over her partner's clitoris, wetting it as properly as she's now been taught, sucking her lips on top, drawing deep from the well.

Adelae's fingers arch behind Satya's face as she sighs, "Very nice... go deeper, hon. You're not going to hurt me."

Satya's hands find their way over Adelae's hips, clutching her thick warmth on the outside, too. She leans further into Adelae, licking her way closer against the bare skin caressing her lips right back, and the heat in Adelae's pussy matches what Satya feels under her throat perfectly. Adelae guides her from the rear, fingers digging her just so much deeper, lifting her, pressing her just a little closer into a whole new taste.

Adelae moans long and low, panting, "How you doing down there?"

Satya bobs back out and barely opens her eyes, gasping, "Uh... you're delicious. Can I say that?"

"It's the peaches," Adelae says. "I eat a lot of peaches."

Satya nods weakly, affixed on the pussy still dripping right in front of her. "Can I keep going...?"

Adelae pulls Satya's gaze up to a heaving bosom and open breaths, smiling beautifully back down at the snake's rapture.

"You can go wild in there."

She lets go, and Satya presses herself deep inside all by herself, prodding her lips on top, sprawling her tongue over every wall. Satya pulls herself in, entrenches herself under Adelae's form, licks longer and sweeter to the gait of Adelae's happiest moans.

Her tail slithers further around the bed, rustling in zigzags across the blanket, tightening and releasing just as suddenly as Adelae clenches every few seconds. Juices spill over Satya's tongue and she laps them all up, roiling Adelae's pussy faster every second of new confidence she gains in the pleasure that she, Satya, is facilitating for a sexual angel.

"There you go, hon! Little more," Adelae gasps. "You're doing a great job--!"

Satya peers up to Adelae's ocean gaze as she presses deeper into her, enthralled within her eyes, her own tail rising right behind her as if she can burrow further into Adelae's grasp.

Adelae cries out. Her arms stiffen and her fingers tighten as Satya holds firm against a squeeze around her tongue, the clearest taste of a woman tumbling past her lips.

And Satya slips back outside, hardly remembering to breathe again as spit and juice hang in perfect sheen from her mouth. She gasps in tandem with Adelae, watching, hanging below, still waiting for instruction.

"You," Adelae says slower, still panting, "are an outstanding lesbian."

No grin reaches Satya's face, but her voice rises as she says, "I am?"

Adelae strokes her once more. "But you do need practice."

Satya's eyes widen in unpracticed glee. "I do?"

"And a lesson," Adelae says, pushing herself straighter over the bed. She beckons with just one finger. "Get up here. I have mentoring to do."

Satya hesitates a moment. Her gaze lingers over Adelae's hips even as she uncoils and slithers higher over her, leveling her much skinnier waist plainly to Adelae's grin, no hips of her own to compare.

But Adelae tugs her close without notice, tail brushing up and down and all around Satya's backside. She undoes the folds on Satya's wrap and slips it away off the bed.

"And nothing to be nervous about anymore," she says, massaging just outside Satya's cloaca. "Or whatever word you prefer."

"No, um--you're right," Satya says, collecting her breath. "Yeah. I'm good now."

Adelae still holds back. She hesitates for the first time, brushing up and down by the entrance, pursing her lips.

"You know it's okay to write smut if that's what you like, don't you, hon?"

Satya jerks back. "What?"

"I'm not judging you for it. I fuck people on tape for a living, and neither of those should have to be a big deal."

"Oh, my god, no!" Satya says, pitch rising. "I'm serious, my friend wrote that book!"

Adelae peers up with a cocked brow and crooked smirk. "I just think you should be proud of what you accomplished."

"I didn't! I couldn't even write a decent essay in college! Jesus, I don't--that doesn't have anything to do with me being nervous," Satya says, quieting herself again. "That's just the normal kind of nervous, okay?"

Adelae smiles again.

"Okay," she says. "Tell you what--"

She pushes forward, lapping herself inside Satya's depths just as sudden. Satya buckles, hands thudding against the wall over the headboard as she braces herself against a pressure exactly in her--Jesus, way deeper--

Her tail slips without instruction down the bed, under it, back up, coiling as tight as her innards can bare. Adelae tucks her knees back in as Satya constricts the entire lower half of the bed, pulsing her coil in tune with stolen breaths.

"--was a sneak attack--?" Satya gasps.

Adelae ignores Satya but for the smile on her own lips, sucking closer, how rough she shoves her tongue just as sweet as how she kisses above, giving far more than fingers ever did.

Satya sways to Adelae's rhythm even through the metallic creaking beneath them, palms shaking against plaster, holding herself up only through a new power in her spine. Her tongue spills new sounds just as freely, panting, "Oh, guh--god--"

Adelae tilts in, swiveling her whole face into Satya's cloaca for a deeper taste of how is she doing that--

"God," Satya stutters, "I'm cumming again--!"

She cries out over the sound of metal crunching as her boxspring crumples into a heap, her footboard scraping over the floor as it's dragged forcibly out of shape, the mattress jutting up toward the back. Satya just gasps, quivering her grip looser.

Adelae releases her and licks her lips, then leans over the edge of the bed, brushing autumn locks off her face again as she inspects the scene for herself. She nods absently.

"You should get that looked at."

Satya's hands slide down the wall with her as she collapses over the pillows next to Adelae. Adelae leans back in closer to her, nudging Satya up until she's snuggled over Adelae's welcome breasts.

Satya lifts one hand meekly over Adelae's hip, too, closing her eyes again as her tail calms and her body regains itself. She rises and falls as gently as Adelae.

And she mutters, "It really was my friend who wrote it."

Adelae pets her head.

"That's okay, hon. It got you laid," she whispers. "Now it's your turn again."