{ooc: Fully female body for Natsuru, and I'm okay with including butt stuff if Satyr wants! Let her run a marathon on Natsuru until she's satisfied, honestly~
Let me know if this works or needs any tweaks!}
"A-... Anyway..."
Natsuru blushed, realizing how long she'd been going on about the new skin care products and makeup techniques she'd learned from the salesgirls at a shop they'd checked out on a whim earlier. For someone who'd taken to it so naturally, she still often got embarrassed over things people considered particularly feminine.
Not that one could ever tell by looking at her. Certainly not now, lounging around in her snug little shorts that showed off her long legs and the curve of her butt, and a loose top that gave a nice teasing view of a lacy bra and impressive cleavage. One could be generous and call it effortless charm - but it was more like 'oblivious'. She just wasn't used to thinking much about how she looked or the image she presented. And here, at a girls-only sleepover with Satyr, her guard was particularly down.
"S-Sorry, I'm being boring. You must already know all this stuff! O-Or maybe you don't even need it."
Again, she blushed - this time because of the other girl snuggled up against her. Satyr was so pretty, it only took a glance in her direction for Natsuru's cheeks to turn a little pink. And it was even moreso whenever they touched. From Satyr clinging to her arm, or tracing a finger on her skin, or the softness of her chest pressing up against her... every moment caused Natsuru's skin to flush and set her heart racing. She didn't know what she was thinking when she agreed to sleep over. She could barely handle how snuggly Satyr got out in the open! Not that it didn't feel nice, but...
Suddenly, Natsuru let out an adorably flustered little squeak. She'd had to shift over slightly, just for comfort, but then felt something firm poking her in the rear. Something that felt vaguely familiar, even if she'd never experienced being on this side of it before.
"Oh! S-Sorry, I didn't mean-..."
A million thoughts raced through her head. Was that what she thought it was? Had she made Satyr... like that?! How?! More flustered than ever, she tried to excuse it as a simple accident. These things just happened, it didn't have to mean anything. Right?
no subject
Let me know if this works or needs any tweaks!}
"A-... Anyway..."
Natsuru blushed, realizing how long she'd been going on about the new skin care products and makeup techniques she'd learned from the salesgirls at a shop they'd checked out on a whim earlier. For someone who'd taken to it so naturally, she still often got embarrassed over things people considered particularly feminine.
Not that one could ever tell by looking at her. Certainly not now, lounging around in her snug little shorts that showed off her long legs and the curve of her butt, and a loose top that gave a nice teasing view of a lacy bra and impressive cleavage. One could be generous and call it effortless charm - but it was more like 'oblivious'. She just wasn't used to thinking much about how she looked or the image she presented. And here, at a girls-only sleepover with Satyr, her guard was particularly down.
"S-Sorry, I'm being boring. You must already know all this stuff! O-Or maybe you don't even need it."
Again, she blushed - this time because of the other girl snuggled up against her. Satyr was so pretty, it only took a glance in her direction for Natsuru's cheeks to turn a little pink. And it was even moreso whenever they touched. From Satyr clinging to her arm, or tracing a finger on her skin, or the softness of her chest pressing up against her... every moment caused Natsuru's skin to flush and set her heart racing. She didn't know what she was thinking when she agreed to sleep over. She could barely handle how snuggly Satyr got out in the open! Not that it didn't feel nice, but...
Suddenly, Natsuru let out an adorably flustered little squeak. She'd had to shift over slightly, just for comfort, but then felt something firm poking her in the rear. Something that felt vaguely familiar, even if she'd never experienced being on this side of it before.
"Oh! S-Sorry, I didn't mean-..."
A million thoughts raced through her head. Was that what she thought it was? Had she made Satyr... like that?! How?! More flustered than ever, she tried to excuse it as a simple accident. These things just happened, it didn't have to mean anything. Right?