fluffapalooza 1

There sure was a conspicuous amount of rustling in that bush in the local park that night. Occasionally, one could see the ghost of a head poke up out of it and then draw back down as someone passed down, or the briefest flash of magenta before that officer on patrol came to investigate, during the hour before the sun set. But only once the park was bathed in naught but shadow and moonlight, and the average suburban pedestrian had long since settled into their homes, did the two teenagers emerge into the open grass and approach a particular park bench shielded from the road before them by a barrier of trees.

One of the two, most apparently visible under the lunar light with her shimmering white-silver feathers, seemed uncertain. Wouldn't they get caught doing it out here? Wouldn't bugs crawl up there? This wasn't exactly how she imagined her first time going. Her one natural wing flared up a bit when she took a seat as she looked around. No one was here, sure, but that didn't mean someone wouldn't show up. And she wasn't sure she enjoyed the thought of having a threesome with a colony of ants, either.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely.” The second one, only barely visible as more than a black mass of shadow were it not for the deep blue glow of the rings on her body, gave the first a coy little smile. “Aren't you?”

“Well I mean... when you said 'let's do it', I thought we were going to go back home and up to our flat, not... this.”

“What would be the fun in that?”

“Plenty of people have fun with that, so I'm told...”

“Well think of it this way.” The Umbreon tilted her partner's chin up so they were looking each other in the eye. “When people ask about your first time, think about what you can tell 'em.”

“Nnnnh... I still don't know about this.”

“Come on, live a little. You only have your first time once. We might as well make it exciting.”

“I guess... but...” The Lugia's voice dropped to but a nervous whisper. “But I don't know what to do...”

“Didn't anyone ever teach you?”

“They kinda glazed over it, I guess...”

“It can't be that hard, right? C'mon, we're doing this together.”

“Nyx, I- I'm scared... isn't it supposed to like, hurt...?”

“My mom said that was a myth. She said it doesn't hurt if you do it right.”

“Oh... 'cause my brother said it was supposed to.”

“Yeah, but have you ever thought about how your brother's not a girl? Maybe he doesn't know because he's not one of us.”

“Maybe, I guess...” The poor nervous bird took a deep breath. It was all or nothing, now. “Let's try it, I guess. I don't know if I'll do very good, though...”

“Come on, Lucine. You'll do fine. We'll take it slow.”

“Are you sure we have time to take it slow, though..?”

“We'll be fine. Just trust me. Let's start with this.” The Umbreon, Nyx, wrapped her arms around her partner beneath the wings, reaching under her shirt and coming away with a mauve tangle of straps and fabric in one hand, while the other remained inside, relishing the smooth, soft texture of her down. She tossed it aside into the grass, before removing her own, deep blue, and adding to the small clothes pile she began.

Lucine was uncertain she wanted her to go any further with this clothes thing, but before she could object, her shirt was gone, revealing her candy-pink underbelly as well as the scars from surgeries she'd had as a child, old and faded, stretched out and almost unnoticeable were it not for their breaking the otherwise solid coating of small, slick feathers over her person. But none were more so apparent than the ones surrounding her prosthetic wing, the only detail that truly marred its otherwise sleek design.

She felt exposed, now. This was not the first time Lucine had seen Nyx bare, not at all; after all, she liked to go about in 'whatever's comfortable', no matter what that happened to be at the time. Seeing her naked was almost a non-issue... almost. It had become... difficult, to look at her that way, after a while. She knew why. She wished she didn't, but she knew why. Even though they had known each other for years, it took all her nerve to ask her on that first date, and making it worse was that she had been in naught but a pair of underwear at the time.

But this was perhaps the first time Nyx would see her like this, in the buff. All of a sudden, she became hyper-sensitive to every bump, every scar, every misshapen thing wrong with her person. She felt underwhelming, with her narrow hips and small bust, as more and more came to reveal itself. The moon itself felt like the judgmental eye of its goddess, watching and evaluating their every move. The metallic wing felt like a dead weight, the ultimate blemish, though it in some form had been there since prior to the day they met.

When all was said and done, Nyx sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist, then another. “You look fantastic.”

“No... I really don't...”

“I think you do.”

“That's cheating.”

“If that's cheating, then this is downright fraud.” She pulled her into a kiss, deep and intense, full of passion. It was long, and it made it even more difficult to breathe than it already was from the nerves, but it did serve to calm the poor psychic, even just a little. When it broke, her deep blue eyes stared straight into Lucine's fuschia like she was seeing into her soul.

“You don't have to be scared. It's just us. No one else. Alright?”

“A-alright... but... you're not nervous..?”

“No... listen, I want to make it clear, if you don't want to do this, we can just get dressed again and go-”

“We're in it this far. I.. I'm ready. I think...”

“Okay... no pressure then. I'll lead...”

The two of them leaned back on the park bench, Nyx rolling over on top of Lucine as they did so. Were it not for the fact that she was so used to it being there by now, the feeling of being pressed down on top of her wing would be quite jarring.

“I... I think this is how you're supposed to do this, anyway...” While one of the midnight fox's strong arms stayed wrapped around her, the other hand trailed down, guiding Lucine's own hand down with it. “Like this, I think...”

Suddenly, her body lit up with sensation as she was felt around in places she had never been touched before, and it was weird and she didn't know if it felt good or not. She felt her heart skip a few dozen beats and flutter about as Nyx searched for where exactly to go. It was nerve-wracking, and she was unsure whether to follow suite or not. That was what she was supposed to do, right?

She withdrew at the tiny noises escaping Nyx's throat. “I- I'm s-sorry, I-”

“No, no... you're doing fine. That's it, like that...”

It was slow to start, and Lucine's nerves didn't help matters along despite the guidance she received. Nyx seemed so certain about it. But then, she supposed that she had figured out how to serve herself early, while Lucine never got up the nerve to ask how. She had always felt like those would be strange, intrusive questions to ask someone, and even though she was so close to Nyx, she couldn't even make herself ask her. It felt too personal, but she had always gotten the sense that somehow, she already knew.

Just like right now, she felt a sense of ease that wasn't her own. Her psychic powers were strong, and their psionic bond among the strongest of those they knew. She could only assume that it was a sense of Nyx's own fearlessness that she was picking up in the moment. Fearlessness... and something else, something rather indescript, but a feeling she recognized nonetheless.

It was this feeling, the sense of admiration, the feeling of respect and the want for Lucine's enjoyment as well as her own, that caused her to finally feel like she could relax herself and draw herself closer. And the further in they went, the closer they came to one another, the stronger the feeling was.

Soon, and with the rhythm of the night, glowing orbs of a silvery-blue color faded into Lucine's field of vision, framing her view of Nyx like dozens of stars come close to keep them company. She knew what they were by now, she had seen them before, during moments of particular sensitivity as this. A long time ago, she lived her life out of the hospital, and she made and lost many friends there. Some of them had never left. They had grown up alongside her, in their own way. Kept her safe, like guardian angels. She knew they were protecting them now.

Even still, she was nervous that she would do alright, but the thought was cut short with but another kiss. She knew it was rough, and somehow she could feel the inexperience. Occasionally one or the other would go in too far, or fidget about too much, or some other mis-step. Lucine still wasn't sure whether it felt good or not, until the moment, swiftly and suddenly, that she felt her inhibitions drop and her mind blanked out for but a moment. It was as if she percieved something burst forth from her in some odd manner, though she wasn't particularly sure what.

When she came back to herself, it was done and over with. The ghost lights danced around them as Nyx draped over her, pulling herself out and looking into her eyes deep again.

“So... how was it...?”

“It was... strange. I think I liked it, I don't know... D-did I do alright..?”

“You did just fine...”

“Oh, well... you did good... I think... I still don't really feel like I know...”

“Shhh... Thank you, for being here with me...”

“It was an honor... Thank you for taking me out tonight...”

The two of them lay draped on the bench for a long while, not really knowing or caring whether or not anyone could see them. When they next woke up, they lay in the familiar magenta sheets of Lucine's bed, their clothes folded neatly on a nearby chair with a small note atop.

“Congratulations.”