Nyancy additional scene. (F/F)

Hey guys, TAD here with another additional scene. Now I know I promised Gracie's M/F additional scene, but I've been very busy this week and had no time to write it yet. 

So while I'll write Gracie this weekend, have some human on Espeon lesbian action instead. :3

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Nyancy's super happy to see you when you swing by this time. She's already blushing. Sure, she's usually blushing whenever she spots you, but the look on her face right now is clearly a step up from idle thoughts. The glow in her cheeks is warm, rosy, and (for once) undeniably in need. Her forked tail swishes left and right just like some little housekitty's. She's got something particular in mind, doesn't she?

Before you open your mouth to ask what-ever it could be, Nyancy grins just as sheepishly as her voice sounds coming through your head again. The gem on her forehead glows faintly, and telepathically, she says, "Hi, [player name]! Um, I do have something in mind, actually, if you don't mind hearing it...."

[Reading my mind before even a hello? So rude.]

Nyancy's grin turns so  embarrassed. You've helped teach her how to better express herself, but  she's still the same shy girl at heart. Her tail darts low and still.

"I—[player name], I'm so sorry! That is so rude of me! I shouldn't have—I'm sorry! never mind!"

[Nyance, I'm just teasing you. Whatever you've got in mind—I'm down to fuck.]

 "Oh... really?" Nyancy's courage shores back up slowly but surely. "In that case, I was, um—I  guess you could call it exploring my own body, or something like that,  if that doesn't sound too weird... but I sort of came up with the idea  to, um, use my powers... to do a little more than I did with you last  time we... did things."

[That's great! What'd you do?]

 Nyancy spreads her legs. Her gem glows brighter, and a purplish glow sprouts from her clit upward and outward into the long, slim shape of a penis.

Oh.

There's no way that thing can work as intended, right? It's not even physical. Right?

"I know not many girls have these," Nyancy mutters, "but Fia said that  some do, so I thought I'd try imitating one, and, um, it seems to work okay so far, and—I g-guess what I'm really trying to say is... wh-what do you think?"

The look on her face is pure apprehension. She's already starting to think  this may have been a bad idea. But being pure psychic energy, her  experimental appendage looks more like a small, pretty, semi-visible toy  than a girl's dick, translucent and shimmery instead of solid and fleshy. When you said you'd be down to fuck... that's really not what you were picturing. And whether or not that thing really works, it's best just to be honest with Nyancy with how you feel about it.

[I wanna ride it!] 

Nyancy's cheeks burn anew. She clutches her paws tight over her rock. "Y-you mean you like it? You don't think that it's, um... you really like it?"

And here you thought the poor girl had finally gotten some confidence in  herself. That's all right. You've always got more of that to give her.

This time, you stroll over to her without bending a knee. You slip your  thumbs to the high of your back and unclasp your bra, dropping it in the  sand on your way to the kitty burning bright just before you as she eyes your fuller nudity with a mild squeak at her lips.

Then your thumbs reach your panties next. You coax the fabric down an inch at a time, slipping them down your hips, your thighs, rolling down into the singular drops of sweat dotted over your bare skin.... You give your  partner a show in your body's simplest, warmest terms. And as your last  little bit of your clothing falls discarded over the sand, now you pause before Nyancy. Her breath hitches the lower and the wider that her gaze reaches.

[Now you tell me, Nyance: what do you think?]

Nyancy looks back into your gaze a moment longer, then nods. She closes her eyes and breathes in deep, steadying herself—and from those tiny open lips, you steal a kiss. Nyancy opens her eyes in surprise just as quick, but the squeal she musters you steal just the same, taking all the attentions of her tongue for yourself. You leave her breathless... and she melts into the feeling with you.

Her legs wrap under your shoulders and hold tight, hugging you closer atop her. Heat aches between your two bodies pressed together. Your breaths fog the air. The fuzz of her cheek tickles your palm as you pull her  into deeper kisses with one hand, keeping steady over her with the other, and as desperate whimpers roll off her caged tongue, it's time already for meeting her in a step closer yet. You pull inches away from her as you straddle higher over her hind legs, angling over the strangely tangible force prodding between your thighs.

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That's it for now, people. I can already tell you guys something psychic-based for Nyancy's M/F will happen as well. ;) Next up more Medea expressions. ^^

~TAD