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The seamstress and the nekomata sat on a familiar hill overlooking the Fontainian ocean. It was a perfect day for a picnic, and Kirara knew how much this location meant to her girlfriend. Girlfriend. The term still felt weird rolling off her prickly tongue. It seemed like just yesterday she was following Chiori in her youkai form as she ventured out into the Inazuman wild in search of inspiration for her next creation.
“Kirara, dear, it is my birthday, you know. I’d like to hear you say something other than ‘Let’s eat!’”
The girl snapped back to reality. “Meow! Sorry, Chiori! I was just thinking about how we first met. Do you remember?”
She smiled at her softly. “How could I forget? It was back when I was still living in Inazuma. You kept batting at the colorful patterned fabric I was carrying through Chinju Forest. When I turned around, you rubbed your head against my ankles and then looked up at me with those striking emerald eyes of yours. That’s where I found inspiration for the design that put me on the map, you know. Imagine my surprise when a courier with those same eyes came by my shop to drop off a package,” she reminisced while scratching under her chin.
The girl chuckled. “You were always so nice to me without even knowing who I was! Well, except for that one time you called me ‘bad kitty’ because you were worried I'd leave claw marks all over your beautiful textiles.”
Chiori narrowed her eyes. “Do you have any idea how expensive that silk was? I was well within my rights. Don’t pout, love. It’s unbecoming of that adorable face of yours.”
They sat and enjoyed the summer breeze, chatting about the seamstress’ ideas for the new season and Kirara’s latest deliveries. Suddenly, the nekomata took her girlfriend’s hand in hers.
“You know, Chiori…I’ve always admired you. Back in Inazuma, I was constantly worried I’d never be seen as more than a strange, mangy cat. I’d often go to Lady Miko and ask her for tips on how to blend into human society better. You were the first one to treat me with kindness even after you discovered I wasn’t just a youkai. You even helped me tailor the clothes I'm wearing now! They sure beat running around in a beat-up hand-me-down kimono.”
The seamstress squeezed back in reassurance. “Think nothing of it. Despite our differences, we’re actually quite similar, you know. Unabashedly following our dreams and working hard to make a name for ourselves. You have a lot to be proud of, dear.”
Kirara sniffled, moved by her words. This was supposed to be Chiori’s birthday, not hers! It was time to reveal the reason she picked this spot. “Um, baby…I know you told me not to get you anything…” Her girlfriend stared daggers at her. “…AND I didn’t! But I still wanted to give you something that would be a memory we could share…if it’s something you’d be okay with.”
“Go on…”
“Well, you’d say this is a pretty remote location, right?”
“I can’t say I’ve ever seen a passerby in all the time I’ve come here to ruminate. Why do you ask?”
The nekomata leaned in closer, peering up at her with sly intent. “Youkai are really in their element…outdoors. We’ve got a comfy picnic blanket, the weather is perfect…”
“…Are you insinuating what I think you are?”
Kirara began to purr loudly, her ears shuddering in excitement.
“You bad little kitty…the way you gaze at new and intriguing things still hasn’t changed after so many years,” the seamstress whispered before closing the distance between them. The youkai pounced on top of her, pushing her backward onto the cover. The grass beneath them was surprisingly cushy, making for a comfortable alternative to a bed.
Chiori felt the nekomata’s textured tongue begging entrance to her mouth, and she parted her lips to receive her. Sharp fangs brushed against her skin, not puncturing but putting just enough pressure to make her gasp. Kirara carefully slipped a finger under the woman’s choker, pulling her deeper into the kiss. She felt her moan against her as she licked down her jawline, careful not to agitate her delicate skin too much.
“Mmmm…who needs toys when they’ve got a youkai for a lover? Maybe you should put that wicked tongue of yours to better use…”
“Gladly,” she mewed in response. “I’m well known for my outstanding customer service, after all.” Slipping the knot of the other woman’s obi, she opened her kimono, bearing Chiori’s skin to the elements. She felt her shiver beneath her, and she offered her tails to keep her somewhat warm. The youkai wouldn’t lie – feeling the seamstress run her fingers through her fur felt incredible. Kissing down her belly, she looked up at her, emerald eyes glistening with anticipation. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be. Proceed,” she confirmed. Kirara started to lap between her thighs, the vibration of her purrs immediately causing Chiori to whimper. “Archons, Kirara…this feels so nice. I’ll have to steal you from Komaniya Express and hire you as my personal stress reliever.”
The nekomata was a sucker for praise, and the seamstress had come to know this well. Spurring her on, she whispered words of encouragement that made her tails twitch in her hand. “That’s right…oooooh, faster…work that tongue of yours. I know you can do it. Such a good little kitty…” Hungry for her reaction, she licked in broad, steady strokes, her purr at a fever pitch.
“Fuck…Kirara…right there…so close…” her grip tightened on the girl’s tails, sending a jolt down the youkai’s spine as she brought her girlfriend to orgasm. Chiori pet her hair as she caught her breath, soothing the both of them. The nekomata’s tails danced against her fingers, begging for more.
“It’s a good thing no one is around to see us because I don’t know how I could keep my reputation if anyone witnessed what I’m about to do to you after that,” the seamstress murmured. “Switch places with me.”
Ever the obedient youkai, Kirara did as she was told. Chiori returned her kisses, being decisively less careful than her girlfriend had been. Purple spots bloomed on her delicate skin where her lips drifted.
“Babe…I have to look professional on deliveries…” she whined.
“Oh, hush. I’ll design something that will cover them until they heal.”
“Mmmmmrow, ok then, if you promise…”
Chiori’s fingers slipped between her folds, using her slick to lubricate her entrance. With a swipe of her thumb across her sensitive bud, her juices coated her hand. “Now, since it’s my birthday, you’ll indulge me in trying something new, won’t you? I think you’re ready for what I have in mind.”
Kirara looked at her inquisitively, apprehension evident in her expression.
“Let’s just say Navia and I have had some…conversations…about how she and Clorinde spice things up in the boudoir.”
A topaz ore appeared in her hand and the nekomata’s ears perked with anticipation. “Haha…I didn’t know visions could be used for things like this,” she chuckled nervously.
“Let me know if it hurts and I’ll stop,” the seamstress reassured her as she slowly slid the smooth stone into her. “But I think a good kitty like you can take it.” She began to thrust in steady movements, giving her body time to adjust to the intrusion.
The youkai closed her eyes as she savored the foreign feeling. “Oooh, Chioriiiii!”
“Just wait…I’ve got another surprise. I may not be a nekomata, but I do have other tricks up my sleeve.”
With a flick of her wrist, she channeled the power of geo into the ore and made it pulse. Kirara jolted with pleasure at the new sensations.
“That’s right…you’re taking it so well for me,” she praised as she increased the depth of her lunges and the power of the vibration.
“Oh…archons…feels so…meowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!” she screeched as her tails curled and her claws unsheathed from her paws. The seamstress had always found her girlfriend’s signs of climax to be incredibly fascinating. Being with a youkai was an absolute thrill compared to her past human lovers.
Chiori joined her on the blanket and the two gazed up at the sky. They huddled close together to keep warm as the breeze chilled their sweat-drenched bodies. “I’m going to have to find a new thinking spot, you know.”
Kirara looked at her with concern. “Oh, I don’t mean that in a bad way. It’s just every time I’m here now I’m going to picture us doing incredibly naughty things. Now that I think about it, maybe I’ll start a new line of lingerie…”