... and not very long afterwards, Kumi calls time, and swaps off with Anna.

Lianne just keeps petting Aya.

Aya doesn't stir from her flopped position.

Pigeon picks up Sable's wide-toothed brush. "Um, can you... show me how to use this? On your tail maybe?"

Sable meeps, blushes again, and nods. "Yeah, it's meant to fit snugly in your palm. And y'see this strap?" She taps a smooth strip of elastic that wraps across the gently-curving back of the egg-shaped brush. "It goes over the back of your hand, holding the brush in place without a handle."

She squirms a little. "And, um, yeah, I'd really like a tail-brushing, but my tails are really sensitive all over. They get more intense and, um, special, by the base, but I'll be reacting a fair bit even without that."

She gives Pigeon a nervously inquisitive look.

"Um... Thanks for the warning..." 

She slips the brush on over her hand. 

"... I really want to repay you, though, so... if you really don't mind...?"

She nods, and lays her tails out toward the other girl. "Yeah, I don't mind. I'll show you with one, and you can follow with another."

She turns and scoops her left hand under the left-most tail. "So, when you're brushing my tails, holding gently from the other side like this helps keep it from flopping out from under your brushstrokes. I normally start at the ends, but I'm grabbing up here at the top to show you where the really intense bit starts — everything higher than my hand right now." She's holding it just before the fur starts to taper inward sharply, about two or three inches down.

Then she slides her hand down near the tip and demonstrates a few smooth strokes with her right hand cupped around an imaginary brush. "S'about like that. All downward, usually make the strokes a bit longer the higher I go."

"Okay. Um. Is it okay if I... hold your tail in my lap and just brush the part of it that's in my lap and then that should help support it and also, um, prevent accidents?"

She nods, turns back around, and scoots a bit closer to make this easier.

Pigeon carefully settles in at the proper distance, pulls a tail into her lap, and gives it a tentative brushstroke.

Sable inhales a bit sharply, shivers very minutely, and lets out a warm sigh. "Yeahh, that's gonna work fine..."

She reaches out and grabs the largest pillow or plushie in reach, tugging it into her lap to hug and lean on, a soft smile on her face.

The plushie is a big soft penguin the size of a couple pillows put together.

Pigeon blushes, and takes a few more cautious strokes, longer than the first one. She's quite careful not to touch the special part.

She shivers a little harder, lists forward a bit, and lets her eyes start to flutter closed. A very soft coo slips out of her. She rests on the penguin. snuggling it close. What a good, supportive penguin this is.

... brush, brush, brush, brush. She's behind Sable, and Sable has her eyes closed, so she can't see Pigeon's expression, but she's starting to hum softly while she works. 

Occasional shivers roll through her, each seeming to leave her a little limper, a little more relaxed, as layers of tension and guardedness and anxiety soften and peel away. After a bit, she starts purring, nuzzling her face against the penguin plush contentedly.

Wait, what.

"Eep, um, did I just purr? I'm a foxgirl, not a catgirl? What?"

"Foxes can totally purr as well! Or close enough."

"I purr all the time when I'm, ah, in a good mood~"

"It's not weird."

Pigeon pauses in her brushing. 

"You did just purr. It was... nice."

Sable's low-level ongoing blush ramps back up to fully-vivid. "Um, okay, guess I learned something new today? That's pretty cool. And I'm glad you liked it."

She hides her face in the plush, but doesn't hold back the purring when Pigeon starts brushing again.

She keeps brushing softly, with longer strokes, getting most of each of Sable's three tails in turn. She's smiling. 

"... Kind of overwhelming, huh?" She smiles. "It was like that for me too."

She nods, still shivering every now and then, and purring except when she interrupts it to speak. "Yeah. 'Specially 'cause my, um, old body was really desensitized."

"I... nevermind." She keeps petting softly.

Nnn... That's a mood. She frowns a little, then smiles nervously. "Ask. Whatever you were thinking about saying or asking, I'd really like to know."