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[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.]

Of course, Konoha. I may not be able to help you with much, here, but I can at least know you're not hurting yourself with him. I'm always happy to share some tips and see people enjoying themselves properly. And set minds at ease, what little I can.

I'm also always happy to listen, if you ever wish to speak of anything. I'm sure you already know that. But the offer is always open.

( She'll start cleaning up the emptied containers they'd brought and she screws the cap back on the half-depleted bottle of vodka before tucking it into Konoha's basket with a knowing little pat and a wink, and sets to putting things away. It was nice to spend time with her, too.

Angela doesn't often get the chance to speak with other ladies like this. Least of all in this place. It's something she only realizes she's lacking when she and Konoha began, and now it's... such a strange concept. Or perhaps it shouldn't be strange? That almost all of her acquaintances are men. That was often how it had been working alongside the military, as well. )

We'll have to do this again some time soon, you know. I enjoyed it very much.

( And she gets up, ready to gather up the blanket laid out and give it a good shake of any little bugs or stray leaves and grassy bits before folding it in quarters and rolling it up. )

[When Angela starts to move Konoha automatically pitches in to help, draining the last bit of drink and- oh, she's going home with the vodka drink, apparently! She can let Gonta try it, too, then.

These picnic things were kind of nice... She was used to eating her lunch outdoors but not with a proper blanket or alcohol... or way-more-fun-than-she-thought-it-would-be girl talk.]

Mm, me too! Thank you, Angela...

[So when things are all gathered up, Konoha is all smiles and just a little bit of blush left on her cheeks, giving a last bow to see her guest off.

Until next time, that was.]

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