Birds of a Feather

Between all the light girly giggles and excited chatter, Satira was having an absolute blast hanging out with Azzurra! Growing up in the Armada, she hadn't really had any friends besides her brother. There hadn't been any other pups in the pack to play with, and the adults were always so serious and stern all the time. Other than the red bully she'd met on the edge of Armada lands, Azzie was the first wolf she'd really gotten to interact with outside her immediate family. The fact that the other girl was a few seasons older than her did nothing to deter her. Satira was just happy to have a friend! Someone to talk to and who was showing her fun new things. She soaked in the attention, reveling in it, like this was what she'd wanted all along. "All right, Azzie it is! And you can call me Tira if you'd like. It's what my brother calls me." How funny the two of them were... Both vagrants from their home packs, both sisters to brothers, both just trying to make their way in this wide, cruel world. It was like they were meant to be best friends!

The two young girls' chorus of giggles gradually faded away, drifting into soft sighs and comfortable quiet. The squeeze Azzie gave her paw brought Tira's attention back down to where their paws lay together, feeling that unfamiliar warmth in her belly again. She turned pale oceanic eyes up to her new friend and met Azzie's deeper blue gaze with a little Fatalis smile. Satira saw a brief flash of shyness cross Azzie's features—and then the larger fae was leaning her head back towards hers. Satira's breath caught and her heart gave an excited leap when she realized another kiss was coming, giving no resistance when the gray-furred girl brought her lips to Tira's own once more after a beat of luscious hesitation that almost had the tawny wolf-dog whining for her. Even though she knew what to expect, the soft brush and press of Azzurra's warm muzzle against her own made Tira practically tremble with delight. She really, really liked kissing, it turned out, and Azzie was so good at it too! Maybe with enough practice, she could be as good and confident about it as the other girl was.

Satira leaned into Azzurra's kiss, giving a quiet, happy hum under her breath until their lips parted. Except this time, the kisses didn't end there. Azzie immediately followed up her first kiss with another light one, which Tira returned enthusiastically, and then another, and another. The next thing Tira knew, Azzie had pressed her mouth to hers more firmly, keeping their lips locked together in a heated kiss that blew the Fatalis girl's mind away. Tira gave a muffled cry of surprise, pale blue eyes going wide whereas Azzurra's slipped closed. Yet despite her shock, Satira did not pull away. Her body tensed, but the new insistence in her friend's kiss caused the warmth in her belly to flare up into a living fire.

It took a few moments for Satira to fully relax again, but when she did, she melted into Azzie's lips, sinking into her kisses and letting the gray fae be her guide. She returned Azzurra's kiss in kind, pressing her mouth with the same insistent pressure, giving little muffled murrs of delight with every few passing seconds. Behind her, her silky tail wagged a mile a minute, betraying just how eager she was for the affection and the strange, intoxicating sensations and emotions Azzie was stirring up inside her. Acting on instinct, Satira lifted a gray speckled paw to stroke Azzie's cheek, caressing her face while also silently urging her not to stop.

"Satira"