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Grace hadn't known Arina for long and certainly didn't fully understand her idiosyncrasies and past. To her, Arina was a mysterious, exotic, desirable being that steamrolled into her life amidst the shared tragedy of Mollusk Match. Now she found herself locking lips with Arina, clutching desperately as she felt Arina's side and abdomen, her body fluttering and tingling with insatiable warmth. 'She's soft-- and toned as well…' She thought as the two separated and locked eyes. Both young women panted and gazed upon the other with a visage of immense need.

“G-- Grace…” Arina stammered, pulling away from Grace as she sat up and deeply blushed, coming to her senses. "I-- I don't know what came over me… I could feel your warmth-- your breath. And there's that scent of yours… I just-- well…” She clenched the blankets and closed her eyes.

Grace still needed a moment to process what just happened. Was this a sexual awakening? Looking up at Arina's taller, well-toned, tanned frame, something stirred within her. She noticed the incredible shape of Arina's hips and ass, and she hadn't truly appreciated how supple and perky her breasts were. "You did nothing wrong," she finally stammered in response, sitting up with her legs crossed, only a couple of feet from the woman who stole her kiss.

Arina shifted, pulling one knee up as she gazed toward the wall. Her cheeks flushed brightly as she fidgeted and tried to understand what happened. "I-- did nothing wrong?" She murmured in response. "Isn't this one of those situations that can break a friendship? I-- I didn't mean to be so forceful." She felt great concern about her chosen approach regarding expressing her feelings toward Grace. She wasn't one to be aggressive and forceful, but a burning desire to pin Grace down now burned intensely.

Grace had noticed Arina's personality shifts, but she was still Arina. The constant stress of transforming gave them a lot to deal with, so it was inevitable for there to be a situation like this once in a while-- right? She wasn't sure if she made sense to herself, but it didn't matter. She touched Arina's back while taking a slow breath, attempting to get her adrenaline down. Above all else, one key factor stood boldly above the others. ‘Arina likes me-- like likes me…’  She internally rambled as a pang of giddiness welled within, her heart fluttering. It hit her like a ton of bricks just how much of a crush she had on the tanned goddess of a woman, and now that the initial shock had worn off, the fact Arina actually kissed her sank in.

"Arina. Do you--," Grace momentarily hesitated while attempting to perceive the best path forward. "Do you regret kissing me?" She finally uttered, her voice wavering with every word. Despite her trust in Arina and their shared intimate moment, she was still scared to hear the answer.

Arina blinked as if snapping out of a funk and turned toward Grace. "I could never regret kissing you," she stated clearly and confidently. "I-- I kinda regret just kissing you so forcefully out of the blue, but I would never regret any act that gets me closer to you," Arina continued, her confidence shifting to bashfulness as she spoke.  

Grace watched as Arina glanced away again and bit her lower lip. 'She's so damn cute…' She mused, unable to contain her thoughts and emotions. In seconds, elation set in when she truly processed Arina's words. She didn't regret the kiss. "I don't regret you kissing me," she replied before leaning over and wrapping her arms around Arina from behind. While holding her, she rested her forehead upon her shoulder.

Arina shivered, a spark of desire burning deep within her body's core. 'Grace has such soft skin-- such gentle hands…' She mused, adjusting half-heartedly to press her legs together. "I have no dating experience," she admitted with a weak laugh, gently clasping a hand over Grace's. "I'm afraid if we pursue our apparently mutual feelings, I might be a deer in headlights when it comes to a lot of-- errrm… Courtship things," she squeaked, growing embarrassed as she spoke. Arina was naturally soft-spoken and gentle, and that inherent nature felt at odds with the transformation she was forced to endure. On one hand, she wished for Grace to pin her to the bed, manhandle her, and be her big spoon. On the other, a new, invigorating voice deep within yearned to force Grace to the bed-- or even outside in the pasture and touch her all over.

Grace closed her eyes, slowly inhaling as she absorbed Arina's floral fragrance. "I wasn't even aware that I might be attracted to girls before I met you," she confessed. "I've never really explored my sexuality before; I've maybe found some guys cute before and assumed I'm straight, but…" How should she phrase this? "What I feel with you is stronger than any attraction I've experienced, and you happen to be a girl. I'm not sure if this makes me bisexual, or a lesbian, or what." Her inner confusion was largely alleviated by the continued high she ran on from their mutual confession. Regardless of what did or didn't make sense, she had Arina right here in her grasp.

Arina laughed weakly in response. "I've known that I'm into both guys and girls for a while, but I also don't have any experience. I guess we'll figure this out together, huh? For what it's worth, you should follow what feels right and worry about labels later," she insisted.

Grace held onto those words. Follow her heart and worry about labels later, huh? Basically, if being with Arina felt right, why question it? Before she could respond, Arina pulled from her grasp and turned to face her. "Oh--" she began to speak when Arina wrapped her arms around Grace and pulled her back into bed so they lay facing one another. She felt Arina's warm arms around her and could feel the warmth of her breath.  

"Let's promise to let each other know if we start to do something the other doesn't like… I don't mean that in a lewd way-- yet, at least," Arina let out a tiny huff before burying her face against Grace's neck and shoulder.

Grace shivered, feeling her love's face against her. She wrapped her arms around Arina, gently clasping her back with one hand, the other sliding under her shirt and resting on her bare skin. She was so close-- so damned close. She went from being terrified that Arina desired distance between them to being excited at the prospect of building an intimate relationship with someone she deeply cared for. Mollusk Match was most certainly a nightmare, but she found the silver lining hiding beneath the veneer of existential horror. "What do you want to do? Right now, I mean-- with the whole needing to sleep."

Arina thought for a moment. A part of her wished to pin Grace down, strip her clothes off, and have her way with her. However, her rational and more modest side won out, aided by a touch of shyness at the prospect of getting sexual. "I don't want to rush into things-- I want to make sure I'm the one controlling my decisions," she quietly stated.

Grace considered those words and slowly nodded. "I understand. After everything we've been through, it's hard to keep our heads on straight," she muttered, enjoying the closeness and intimacy she had found.

"Maybe we could-- well…" Arina gently traced her hand over Grace's side. "We could at least start laying together from now on. As long as we're in our living space by curfew, they don't seem to care what we do while we're here," she added.

Other than that time she spent the night with Arina, she couldn't recall the last time she shared a bed with another. That was it; the last time was with Arina, and then she drew a blank when probing further back in. "I'm definitely not opposed to the idea," Grace confessed, gently stroking the back of Arina's head and slipping her fingers through her wavy, deep brown hair. "But, sleeping next to you every night might make life difficult in other ways," she weakly huffed, though mainly in a playful manner.

Arina pulled back from Grace's neck and met her gaze with a grin. "Go with the flow?" She suggested.

Grace smiled and nodded again, agreeing, "Yeah, go with the flow."

Arina knew it was time for bed, but she couldn't bring herself to accept it. Who knew what challenges the casino-themed Mollusk Match game would throw at them. She wanted a little more time with Grace; was that so wrong.  

The two lay together in the dimly lit bedroom, staying silent while appreciating one another's presence. Grace felt herself relax, the anxiety of the last days gradually washing away under the weight of Arina's embrace. "Mmmm…" She sighed with contentment, feeling genuinely at peace in a raging storm's eye. A fleeting moment or not, having someone to lean on for emotional, mental, and physical support was a good feeling.

Arina felt a throbbing at the base of her spine. She had hidden it well, but the beginnings of a white-furred tail had poked from her backside the other day. She wasn't sure if that meant she had lost-- or was currently losing Mollusk Match game 2, or if it was just a delay from an earlier dose of whatever was inside them. She got the vibe that the organizers of Mollusk Match didn't have the greatest control over how any individual reacted to their unique transformations. Beyond that, her ears had a bit of fuzz, and her fangs had gotten slightly sharper. "Grace… You've put so much on your shoulders. I'm actually quite skilled at massage if you need a little help. Perhaps your lower back is tight," she insisted, resting her forehead against Grace's.

Grace nearly squeaked when Arina's face closed in on her. Her eyes were so close; she once again experienced Arina's warmth, and her body tingled. “H-- Hey…” She blushed, pulling back slightly as her eyes turned away. "I mean. I suppose it wouldn't hurt if you're sure you don't mind," she responded before she could think her words through. 'Wait-- what am I agreeing to? Can I handle this?'

Arina pulled away and tilted her head curiously. "If you're uncomfortable with that, I promise I won't be offended," she promised.

Grace shook her head. "N-- No, it's not like that! I'd be happy to accept your offer," she promised before sitting up and glancing around herself. 'Crap-- what do I need to strip off?'

"Just take off your shirt and lay on your stomach. Let me know when you're done," Arina replied, perhaps a little too eagerly.

Grace started, her face reddening before she turned away from Arina. "Y-- Yeah, no problem."

"I'll look away," promised Arina, who turned from Grace. However, she was able to sneak one good peek as Grace tossed her shirt aside and lay on her stomach. A shiver went through her spine, urging her to leap upon Grade and pin her. ‘No-- no… Just a massage,' she reminded herself. This wasn't the time to get overly frisky.

Grace lay on her stomach and got as comfortable as possible while her heart raced a million beats per second. Eyes closed, she shivered and gasped upon Arina's fingers pushing over her lower back. "My skin is sensitive; be careful," she murmured, unused to situations like the one they found themselves in.

Arina nodded. "Yes, I will be careful… One moment." She grabbed some lotion from a drawer under the nightstand and rubbed it into her hands, ensuring the lotion was body temperature.  

Grace knew it was just a back rub, but she was already feeling somewhat hot and bothered by the situation. Her body ached, her heart racing as doubt and excitement danced. When Arina's delicate yet strong hands slid over her lower back, she couldn't contain herself. "Ahhh…" She breathed as Arina's thumbs carefully worked over several muscle knots. "That-- feels good, actually," she muttered, her body tingling as Arina moved higher and deftly sought out any spot needing treatment.

"Just leave it to me and stay relaxed," Arina purred before continuing.

Grace nodded and let out a pleasurable groan as her muscle knots yielded under Arina's deft touch. Something else stirred within, a deep, incessant throbbing between her legs as her vulva twitched with arousal. Were massages supposed to be erotic? Well, Arina was running her hands all over her bare back, and she was very much attracted to her; she should have connected the dots earlier.

Arina licked her lips as she looked down upon Grace. As she worked out her knots and strains, she found it increasingly difficult to keep her hormones in order. 'Just a little wouldn't hurt…' She shook her head, trying to focus on the task before her. Grace made such adorable, cute, feminine noises as her tense muscles received ample attention. Amidst the touch, she couldn't help but notice how tender and pure Grace's neck appeared. Such flawless, pristine skin. She hadn't seen her heightened sense of smell, but she also didn't recall ever being so addicted to Grace's scent. She licked her lips and panted slowly, trying to keep herself in control.

'Just once wouldn't hurt…"

"Ooooh…" Grace moaned and then blushed as Arina's skillful fingers trounced upon the knots in her back and shoulders. She was lost in her own head when she suddenly felt something sharp on her shoulder and let out a yelp. “H-- Hey-- oooh…”

Arina had eagerly leaned in and bit down on Grace's shoulder, letting out a slight growl as she sampled her lovely, intoxicating flavor.

















CHAPTER END

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