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[The touch helps, even though Konoha feels badly that Angela once again is the one who feels she has to comfort her, when Konoha feels as if it ought to be the other way around.

She says it's not permanent, and that she's getting too old, and Konoha is too upset to even color at the mention of babies coming from just... "foreign objects", but.

But-]

... So it really is true? About coming here making us barren?

[She'd been afraid to ask before, when she'd gone in for the appointment. Other people she knew had mentioned such things in passing, making up for how overwhelmed she'd been during her arrival and orientation on the moon, but those were just... people.

Not midwives. Not doctors. Not Angela.]

Edited 2019-12-08 06:25 (UTC)

( It's easier to refer to it as such instead of "different genetic material", which only encompasses a few things compared to the truth of what her nanites prevent against, which is all manner of bacteria and toxins, stopping bloodborne pathogens and many, many other things. Sperm is just one of a multitude of things that won't be allowed to thrive in her body. But it's clear the other woman is upset, both on Angela's behalf and her own, and she may as well have touched her own stomach she can so clearly read her concern for herself.

Is it really true? Well, yes, but she wonders how best to answer that without being so needlessly blunt. )

It isn't "barren"; I know our times are very different but even far back in time, women used various herbs or different types of wood to stop a pregnancy. There are better ways to prevent it now that aren't nearly so invasive. Covers for a man's... ( She gestures, as she doesn't want to embarrass her. ) ...to catch his seed before it can enter you, or medicines one can take that tells your body you're already pregnant, so it doesn't produce any eggs to fertilize until you've stopped taking them for a few days. It is something like that. It isn't a permanent change to your body. It is only a temporary measure. They are still trying to figure it out, but I'm sure once they have, and if you wish to have children here in this place, it can be arranged.

But please don't be sad for me, all right? Like I said, the work I do... When I was home, it was very dangerous. I was always on the fringes of "battles". Of war. I lost my parents to a great war when I was young and was orphaned, myself; I couldn't do that to a child of my own. Does that make sense? And this place... Even if someone was to have a child here, what if it came time to go home and we couldn't take them with us? What if they preferred to stay with their friends and the life they've adapted to here, instead of the one we know from home?

It isn't an easy choice to make.

( She wouldn't want to see Konoha have the children she seems to so desperately want and then have to make a decision whether or not to leave them behind, or be swept away without them, period, no choice in the matter as many who have left don't seem to get. )

You'll be just fine, Konoha. You're still so young and full of life! You have many, many years ahead of you yet.

[Her hands do make their way there, despite Konoha's intent to listen and not act. Another betrayal of her upbringing among humans, and not her own kind, that she associated such movement with pregnancy and children when her own womb wasn't there at all. Still, her fingers curl anxiously in her kimono beneath the bear hide she wears belted about her "waist", gaze falling to the grass in front of her.

She listens, she does, even though it's more things from "the future" (or "the past"?) that she didn't understand. Herbs at least she could believe, sort of, since she knew there were some out there that could make a woman sick enough she'd lose a baby, but-

But.

Even if she did as Angela asked and didn't feel bad for her situation, the choices she made because of a life of battle... It was still sad. Still hadn't occurred to her, for some reason, that she could be separated from a child she bore. Maybe it was because she simply felt so strongly that she would never allow such a thing to happen, or because it seemed that she would either be able to leave soon or be stuck here forever, not having easily imagined a middle ground...

But she hadn't thought about it like that, and it leaves her momentarily dumbstruck. Reassurances about her relative youth, that the Lunar Scientia was researching why their bodies had become this way...]

Oh. ... I didn't think about that.

[She struggles to give a proper response. Angela deserved more than that, but- It's all she can manage right now.]

( Angela knows how very hard it is for her to take that in as she watches her process it all; no amount of medical or scientific logic would ease the disappointment of wanting a family so badly and knowing it will never happen. At least not for a time.

Perhaps Angela's choices and her life's path are sad. She wouldn't necessarily argue, even if she's framed it otherwise for herself, but she can't stop anyone from feeling for her, either. Konoha is a woman with a big heart. Having to say such words to her and having to convince her why this place's halting their ability to have children could be a blessing in disguise is no easy feat.

She knows she says it gently enough, that it's important, but it's an awful thing to hear. )

Most wouldn't; I hope deeply and strongly that it would never be the case, if anyone ever bears children or builds such strong ties to others here they don't wish to part— but hope is a feeling, not a tangible force to hold up as a shield against possibilities and harm. It's best to be cautious, don't you think?

( She tries to bring the topic to a close so she doesn't outright ruin the other woman's evening. She'd been on the verge of such excitement to have a girlfriend to gossip with and all Angela had done is dash her hopes on a family for the foreseeable future. )

We'll see what happens the longer we're here, and how it affects others. We'll learn.

[Hope is a feeling Konoha has relied on for a lot of her life. She'd hoped for acceptance, hoped for the best of things for the elderly humans who had taken her in, hoped for a job in order to provide for that family, hoped for a future with a family, for a future where jinba and humans had left all the wars and what they'd brought behind.

But hope is a bit harder to hold on to now that she's been gone from home so long, from the only world she's ever known. Getting a bit harder each thing like this that she learns.

Konoha isn't a psychic. She actually thinks she's pretty sense at times, to be honest, but coincidentally... her and Angela's thoughts eventually align. She feels badly for having turned what was a sort of fun meeting into something so serious, because as important as it was to her... Angela had invited her out with a far different intent, and here she was, dragging everything all down.

It takes her a minute to regather herself, to shove the pit of sadness she feels in her gut back down, but she manages it just barely, smile a bit tremulous as she waves the wine glass in her hand a little bit.]

... you don't have anything stronger, do you?

( Hope is something that threads through Angela's life and sews moment to moment, as well, but she can't count on it. Knows better over the years, unfortunately, as "hope for the best, prepare for the worst" became her motto. It wasn't as crushing if you fell and already had padding on, after all.

Konoha isn't dragging anything down. The doctor's intent to follow up was a thin enough one to begin with, and she's happy to simply be here with a friend and discuss whatever may come, and while her own expression is a bit chagrined, smile a little too lopsided, she tries to prop the other woman back up with her own expression softening as she waves her wine glass. )

I do, but I have to warn you, it has a burn.

( Aaaaand out comes the vodka. Sure looks like nothing, doesn't it? You're Wrong. )

I'm afraid it's not as tasty as wine, either, but it doesn't really have much of a taste in general. I brought a coffee liqueur to go with it; it's my favorite variation. Do you like coffee?

( She's finishing her glass before repurposing it with her two ingredients, offering it to Konoha to try first. A bit sweet with the cream, but definitely coffee otherwise. And yes, the burn at the back. )

As long as it's not as strong as asebi liquor, I can handle it...

[Not that she's a frequent imbiber of alcohol or anything, but with a body as big as she (and other jinba) had, the only sort of drink that could reliably get them something like drunk in her own world was laced with asebi. A plant that was... straight up poisonous to normal horses.]

I've tried coffee here.

[It has a distinctive scent, which she picks up on the moment Angela opens the corresponding bottle, but she's gotten a bit more used to it since becoming a regular at a certain cafe in the city. She liked their muffins, okay... if she needs to drink coffee to eat them, she will!

So she takes the new drink, hoisting it in a little toast before knocking it back with a small choke, swallowing it down burn and all. Not just the drink, but she does her best to swallow down her worries and fears about her future in this place along with them, so that she can smile a little at Angela when she finishes the first taste.]

It's not bad!

[And more than the taste... she just appreciates the company.]

Asebi liquor...? I'm afraid I haven't heard of it, but vodka is about as potent as it gets! It isn't quite like wine where it's a fermented fruit, it's often made from fermented grains or starches and is heavily filtered. And if you liked coffee, you'll probably like this. It'll warm you up if nothing else.

( Any cafe worth their salt should have tea too!! But she'll be glad if Konoha ends up liking coffee because she's such a coffee person, herself... Give Her Company!! She likes to try out any cafe she can find. But Konoha takes the wine glass from Angela and knocks it right back, and even manages a little smile for her after. Did she like it? Angie perks in response, looking a touch relieved. Both for what the smile meant as well as her seeming to enjoy the drink. )

No? Shall I make you a glass then, as well?

It's really just sake with asebi in it, really... And asebi is just this plant, humans call it "horse liquor"...

[Not complicated... she guesses? Konoha doesn't know much besides the basics of making alcohol, but. She sure does know that horses that graze on asebi get pretty loopy... well, as long as they don't graze on too much of it. Then you get... really sick or dead horses.]

I'll take one... and if it's strong enough for me, I guess I know what to buy if I ever need to get Gonta to go to sleep early during Sanguis... ?

[S- See, it's all fine! Just girl talk! Girl talk... and coffee vodka.]

I can't say I've ever heard of it, but I never really had the chance to spend any time around horses in my life. I suppose we'll see how vodka works out for you. We'll space them out a bit so you don't get hit too hard at once.

It sounds like he must get quite rowdy though, hmm?

( And so she pours that drink as they swap their wine glasses, and passes it back to her and she gets her own drink ready. Angela knows a thing or two about rowdy Sanguis partners, so if something like a good alcohol would work, all the better. A lady can't always keep up, can they?

But it just makes her think of Vergil, and her smile into her glass is fond, even if he's gone, now. )

[Konoha might not know much about vodka, either, so they were even... and though she has her suspicions that it probably wasn't strong enough, there was no harm in spacing it out just to be safe.

Though after hearing what she just had... She does wish it was easier to get drunk.

No, she's going to smile now. And scratch a bit behind an ear, the blush from before returning slowly.]

Not quite rowdy, more like... Ex... citable? A little rough, I guess...

[But she also kind of couldn't deny that she didn't... really dislike it. Not now that she knew was lubricant was, anyway. A little clear of her throat and another sip of her drink smooths it over, though just like every emotion... it's clear on her face no matter what.]

I'm usually the one who, um... starts things. So... It's kind of nice not to be all the time. Especially with Iris how it is...

[But yeah, a lady couldn't always keep up in Sanguis, could she?]

( The way Angela's smile spreads to the clarification says she more than understands; "excitable" is a good way to put it. )

Dante's much the same; they're a bit like puppies sometimes, aren't they? But it's nice to be so enthusiastically wanted. "A little rough" can be fun.

( They're birds of a feather in that, at least. Not minding the occasional bit of roughness and having partners that need a bit of time to come around and instigate, really, though Dante's a little less of a lost cause on that front. He usually doesn't much mind making his demands known and helping himself to her when all it ever earns him is enthusiastic response and peals of laughter if he happens to scoop her right up.

He's always taken good care of her, here. From one moon to the next. She's been lucky his companionship has remained steadfast when so often, people disappeared too quickly. )

I'm glad the burden hasn't been solely on you, in any case. It is nice to know the urge is reciprocated and they're mindful of you.

[The idea of comparing the men to puppies makes Konoha snort a little bit into her glass, unladylike as it was she couldn't help it.]

Gonta can't be a puppy...

[The snort turned into a little laugh, and she probably doesn't even need to explain that she is definitely saying that because he is half horse and so he cannot therefore be a puppy.]

I don't know about this Dante, though...

[Maybe he could be a puppy. And maybe her trailing off is an invitation to tell her more about this Dante person. She couldn't just keep talking about Gonta... or she'd trip up and say something else even more embarrassing.]

( It's fine, it's fine, don't think too hard on it— just think of feeding time clumsy, stubbly lil legs rushing at you and waggy little tails. Easily excitable, over-eager, a bit klutzy. Not unlike newborn foals. )

No? I'm sure you'll see the traits now that I've said it, the next time. It's going to stick with you. As for Dante...

( Her fondness warms, clearly beyond smitten, and she digs out her device to show her some pictures of her roommates. )

They weren't easy to get decent pictures of, but Dante and Vergil are brothers I'd met shortly after arriving here. Vergil first, this one with the shorter hair, though he's since been returned home. Dante is still here. You can probably already tell he's a bit goofy. We all lived together in a home Vergil had purchased some months ago, and we're still there, up one level. All I can really say about him is that he's taken very good care of me in this place, and I'm very happy to have him in my life on a daily basis.

( She isn't one for waxing poetic, really, but he always keeps her wrapped in his arms and keeps her warm at night, and he gives her an outlet for all of her doting and affections, soaking them right up— as had Vergil, which only reminded her of espresso in tiramisu, which he'd loved. They were polar opposites. It's difficult to explain how she loves them both, but she pages through a couple more photos of Dante, and then— it's her turn to hide a puff of laughter behind her wrist, picking out one more.

They definitely don't look like half-demons. )

[Making sure not to accidentally spill her drink, Konoha leans over to look at the pictures she's being shown. At first she's surprised, the glimpse of white hair standing out first and leading her to guess she'd be seeing much older men, but they're not so aged...

And wow, alright, they make some. Very funny faces. Well, one of them. The other was very deadpan, the Vergil one.]

They're very handsome... And a good provider? That's lucky!

[She can only assume that Angela and this Dante person are lovers, though she doesn't say so outright the wording is cause enough. It makes her think that maybe she isn't supposed to pry too deeply, or too directly, so she just leaves it open for Angela to elaborate if she wants to, reaching for her own device to pull up her own her own photo.]

But those are great pictures! Look at what happened I tried to take pictures of Gonta!

( She gives her time to study each one before she's paging through again to the next, mindful not to just... scroll through her camera roll, because that's a bit dangerous, oops. But she watches Konoha as she takes in her admittedly goofy beau and his twin brother, far less goofy, but she can't quite stifle the laugh when she calls them good providers. )

Well, I suppose in a sense you're not wrong, but... I didn't quite mean it in as practical a manner. Rather, they've just... seen to me physically, for the most part. With the moons and their effects. Companionship. They had been my neighbors at first, and invited me to come live with them after. Dante's been a good partner to me; he's very doting.

( Or was; that's a bit complicated, now, with Vergil gone. Dante's not been in a good place and he'd disappeared for a bit on top of it all, and the brief flash of concern passes over her face, but she physically waves it off with a little dismissive flutter of her fingers. He is at least... back at the house. And she can sleep beside him again every night. That's progress enough for her to begin trying to help him heal. Her fondness is evident on her face even with the brief dip, looking expectantly for Konoha's pictures.

Turning the screen toward her earns an immediate laugh, fingertips on the display to spread and zoom in a bit on his front, but— nope, not even a hint of a profile. )

Does he not like his picture taken? He looks so strong! His tail is so cute tied up like that.

[Konoha, a recent learner of why one doesn't just scroll through the camera roll, is very understanding. Last time she did that it was really embarrassing, so. It's probably a really good idea.

She still has it in her to color a little bit when Angela clarifies, even though she'd... figured that she meant she'd slept with both of them. A very scandalous and salacious thought, actually... not just the "two lovers at a time" thing, but... brothers. There was something very lewd about that! What, she couldn't say, but she knows lewd when she hears it, alright?

But she's... also weirdly glad to hear it, because that meant Angela was taken care of at least. What with how she got during Iris... She certainly didn't wish being single during a moon cycle on anyone.

Momentarily distracted by the photos, though, Konoha blurts out her answer, ever eager for a chance to compliment her husband.]

He's the strongest jinba I've ever met- ! Look at all that muscle! He hates staying still for the pictures and I'm not really good at it so most of what I take is blurry, but-

[Two fingers zoom in and out on the photo after Angela's, focused mainly on... yup, muscle. There was nothing subtle or svelte about where Gonta's power came from- It was pure, rock hard muscle. What you saw was what you got.

Pulling back her phone to scroll through and find a different usable photo, Konoha can't help but mutter a question of her own, though, her tail betraying her and swishing a bit excitedly beneath her skirt.]

Does Dante, um... Do the things you talked to me about before?

( Konoha isn't in the wrong to find it salacious; it wasn't quite proper, she's right about that, but when neither of them seemed to mind— Dante recognized that Angela had a way with Vergil, and he only ever encouraged her to continue. But she waves it off as the other woman colors in the cheeks, and she's easily distracted with the chance to talk about her husband. It's always quite cute. )

He does look quite strong, though I'm not too familiar with horse anatomy— he does seem well-muscled!

( She can see the cording of it beneath a short palamino coat once Konoha zooms in, nodding. Angela's opening her camera at the same time to show her the action shot mode. )

This icon here will help with the blurriness. It takes the pictures faster.

( And there's that question with a swish of the tail over grass, and she can't help but hide a little bit of laughter behind the curl of her fingers. )

Yes, he does. I had to teach him though. He was a quick study.

( Literally a 40 year old virgin, smh. )

O- Oh, he is... I don't think there's a jinba out there that's bigger...

[In. More than one way. Don't mind her blush as she keeps looking through her phone.

Here's another photo of Gonta... and another blurry one of his rump... and another one of his very well muscled back... Okay, she's not finding any that are good, here, this is a problem! She'd told Prompto she would get better at photography, and he's gone now but she still was holding herself to that! So she looks over to memorize the icon Angela points out, nodding eagerly. Action mode! Note to self!

Her tail is swishing in action mode, too, even when she pauses to take another drink.]

O- Oh, you're a teacher... Do you like teaching?

[That made... her kind of a teacher, too, didn't it?]

I guess... humans don't have the same instincts as jinba do, do they...

[There was a bit of equine hindbrain to fall back on when required or useful... like... the first time they'd mated. Still-]

Though I guess instinct isn't any good if it doesn't do... um. Orgasms.

[The first time she has said the word aloud since the doctor's office.]

He looks similar to what I know of as... draft horses? In size? It's a bit difficult to tell without anything to scale, but I remember you mentioning his size being... an issue. To say the least. So I can imagine compared to you.

( She's teasing her just a little, gentle as ever, as Konoha continues to show her photos. Angela's smiling and nodding along, pointing out the occasional trait to praise without being too pointed— she doesn't want Konoha thinking she's too interested, after all.

But she's excited. It's terribly endearing, realizing this is likely her first time having the opportunity to gossip about a relationship and get a little naughty. )

I'm not a teacher in the way you're thinking, no— but I am good at instructing people in most things regarding the body. As a doctor, we spend years and years studying it. How it moves, what makes it up, what it needs and what can happen to it and how to fix those issues. It is sort of... like cooking, I suppose. Once you learn how to cook meat properly, you can put it in many different sorts of dishes, right? Once you learn the body, it's significantly easier to teach others about its different parts and how to take care of it.

But for things like this, yes, I enjoy the teaching. And there is a degree of mating instinct in humans, but... not for the better acts that lead to orgasms, no. Most of that is less biological imperative and more... chasing pleasure. There is a reason those parts of us are so sensitive, after all. It's how our bodies ensure we protect our reproductive organs. Has he tried using his hands, at all? Or only his mouth?

["Draft horse" gets a nod. She tended to refer to jinba more simply as "mountain jinba" and "field jinba", but size and build was basically what she was talking about... as she continues to blush fetchingly through the entire conversation, which Angela was right to think was kind of her first opportunity to do... "girl talk".]

W- Well, Angela was a good teacher to me in the... proper teacher way, yeah...

[She'd certainly learned a lot... And benefited rather greatly from knowing what lube was. But there was apparently proper teaching and... lewd teaching!! And though Konoha certainly doesn't have the experience to imagine that properly, she does her best to visualize... Wait, is it weird to think about the lady sitting next to you naked and teaching a man from a photo???

Belatedly, she blinks back into focus, half spluttering over the rim of her wine glass.]

H- Hands? Like when you check on a foal?

[The first thing that springs to mind... isn't sexy at all. Unless you think an animal doctor with his arm elbow-deep in a mare to check on the shape of a growing foal is sexy.]

I'm glad to have been able to help.

( Her smile is warm as she looks down into her glass before taking another swallow, and if she's aware of Konoha thinking about seeing her nude giving hands-on lessons, well. She certainly doesn't seem to be aware of it, nor would she much mind. Ask and ye shall receive!?

Except, oops, she's startled her again somehow, hasn't she? She doesn't know much of anything about horse husbandry but she can easily imagine what "check on a foal" must look like. Oh, my. )

Hmm...? Oh! No, no— I meant with just fingers, nothing deeper. You can, ehm— use your hands for stimulation, or prep someone by inserting your fingers. It's quite aptly just called "fingering". You generally start with one or two depending on how relaxed someone is and work them inside, to help stretch you for penetration, but it feels quite nice on its own and can see you to peaking. It is gentler, and more dextrous. It's almost like a massage. One's sense of touch is quite delicate, so it's a good indicator of how your partner is feeling during the act.

( Hm........ Hm. )

F- Fingering...

[Okay, so... That was indeed a very apt name. And, Konoha realizes, it's possibly the lewdest thing she's ever said out loud. She hasn't even been able to say "penis", continuing to refer to her husband's equipment as "it", if she ever does at all, so. Baby steps... ! Wow, how shamefully exciting...

No, Konoha, don't stare at your fingers... Gonta's are much bigger anyway...]

I- I do like shoulder massages, so... I guess that sounds nice...

[Angela probably did it a lot, then? Since she said she taught the men she took as her lovers, and she said they were... kind of big... She's afraid her thoughts are a bit too clear on her face as her cheeks keep heating up, trying to find the words to communicate properly.]

He's um... Touched before, but not... "fingering"...

[More like... exploring, since he had about as much experience with mares as she'd had with stallions... and that was to say, not much.]

I could ask...

It is quite nice, I assure you. There is only so much stimulation that regular penetration can do. It'll be good for you both to experiment a bit, don't you think?

( What else... what else is there to talk about... She has to stop flustering the poor girl, doesn't she?! Well, at least they're mostly through their drinks and have picked through a lot of their picnic snacks, of which she picks up some more of Konoha's pickled treats to try. (They're quite tasty! But Germans like to pickle vegetables too, so she's used to the vinegar flavor, though these are a bit sweeter; ginger and different spices, most like.)

As for doing it a lot, well. It feels nice, certainly, but it wasn't usually what she wanted. A means to an end instead of an actual way to seek pleasure. But for earlier experiences and encounters— it was nice. )

I think it would work well for you both.

[It isn't hard to fluster Konoha, and now... well, it's a bit difficult to get the idea out of her head. There was... mouths, and fingers, and lubricants and clitorises and all sorts of things she'd never really heard about or imagined... But it was also, as Angela said...... quite nice.]

I- I'll try it, then. For sure.

[Whether Konoha would ever get used to the fact that she was being coached on sex with her husband by a nice (and very experienced?) doctor from another world in a weird nightmare of a place she'd been forced to consider a temporary kidnapped home... Well. Maybe not.]

Thanks, Angela.

[But as flustered as she might look, she also looked... just a little excited, just a little happy to be talking with another woman, to be able to spend time with ladies when she'd spent most of her life working among men on the yard. Just a bit reluctant to finish the last of the pickles since it would mean an end to the picnic...

But. There could always be another picnic another day.]

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gently wraps up?

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