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I think Minnie and Kitty would get along.

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I used NovelAI's unlimited gen membership for $25 a month. Note that "unlimited" is kind of a lie, it's only unlimited if you're under a certain resolution and only if you're not using any of the advanced features. Upscaling and other features cost the on-site currency, which the membership gets you 10000 a month. That should be more than enough for a month, but you can burn through it quickly since NAI gens so quickly.

AI Story - Classic Meets Kawaii

The room was dimly lit, a soft glow from scented candles flickering across the walls, casting playful shadows that danced like mischievous sprites. The air was thick with the sweet, floral aroma of jasmine and vanilla, mingling with a hint of fresh-baked apple pie that wafted from somewhere unseen, teasing your nostrils and stirring a warmth in your chest. The faint hum of a distant city night filtered through the window, but it was drowned out by the gentle rustle of silk sheets on the large, inviting bed before you. Minnie Mouse and Hello Kitty stood there, their eyes locked on you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken, though they said nothing about it yet—just a knowing, inviting sparkle in their gazes.

Minnie, with her iconic red polka-dot dress hugging her curves, the fabric whispering softly against her fur as she shifted her weight, tilted her head slightly, her large black ears perked up in curiosity. Her white gloves gleamed in the candlelight, and her red bow bobbed gently with each breath. Beside her, Hello Kitty—Kitty White, as she preferred in intimate moments—stood in her simple blue overalls, the red bow on her left ear catching the light like a ruby. Her white fur seemed almost luminous, soft and inviting, her yellow button nose twitching ever so slightly as she inhaled the scented air. No mouth visible, but her black dot eyes conveyed everything: a playful hunger, a silent promise of delight.

"Oh, Kitty," Minnie purred, her voice high-pitched and melodic, like a sweet song from an old cartoon reel, laced with a sultry undertone that sent shivers down your spine. She reached out, her gloved hand finding Kitty's paw, their fingers intertwining in a gentle hold. The touch was audible—a soft, fabric-on-fur brush—that echoed in the quiet room. "Look at how they're watching us. Doesn't it make your heart flutter?"

Kitty nodded, her eyes crinkling in that expressive way that spoke volumes without words, but then she leaned in closer to Minnie, her voice emerging soft and bubbly, like effervescent candy dissolving on your tongue. "Mmm, yes, Minnie. It does. Their eyes on us... it feels so warm, so exciting. Like we're sharing a secret just for the three of us." Her paw squeezed Minnie's, the warmth of their hold palpable even from where you sat, the faint scent of her apple-pie freshness intensifying as she moved.

They turned to face each other fully now, still holding hands, their bodies inching closer. Minnie's free hand traced a slow path up Kitty's arm, the glove sliding smoothly over the soft white fur, eliciting a tiny, breathy sigh from Kitty that hung in the air like mist. "You're so soft, Kitty," Minnie whispered, her voice dropping an octave, husky with desire. "Like the fluffiest cloud. I could touch you forever." The room filled with the subtle sound of their breathing syncing, deep and rhythmic, as if inviting you to match it.

Kitty giggled, a light, tinkling sound that bubbled up like champagne, her paw releasing Minnie's only to wrap around her waist in a hug. They pulled each other close, bodies pressing together in a warm embrace. The hug was tight, their forms molding against one another—Minnie's polka-dot dress rustling against Kitty's overalls with a soft, fabric friction that whispered promises. You could almost feel the heat radiating from them, the scent of Minnie's classic rose perfume blending with Kitty's sweet, fruity essence, creating a heady cocktail that made the air taste sweeter on your lips.

"Oh, Minnie, your hugs always make me feel so safe... and so naughty," Kitty murmured into Minnie's ear, her voice a velvet caress, the words vibrating through the air. Their breasts pressed together now, the soft swell of Minnie's beneath her dress meeting Kitty's gentle curves, a subtle give and take that caused both to let out synchronized sighs—Minnie's a high, musical "Ahh," and Kitty's a softer, contented hum. The pressure was visible, the way their bodies compressed slightly, fur and fabric yielding, the warmth seeping through like sunlight on skin.

Minnie tilted her head, her large eyes half-lidded as she nuzzled Kitty's cheek, the touch feather-light but electric. "Naughty? Me? Well, maybe just a little," she teased, her gloved fingers trailing down Kitty's back, tracing the seam of her overalls with deliberate slowness. The sound was faint—a zipper-like glide—but it amplified in the intimate space. "But you bring it out in me, Kitty. Your sweetness... it's intoxicating." She leaned in further, their noses brushing, the scent of their mingled breaths—Minnie's minty fresh, Kitty's like warm cinnamon—wafting toward you.

Kitty's eyes sparkled as she pressed back, their breasts still locked in that intimate press, the hug evolving into something more charged. "Then let's be naughty together," she whispered, her voice gaining a playful edge, like a secret shared in the dark. "For them. Show them how we feel." Her paw cupped Minnie's cheek, the touch soft and warm, fur on fur with a gentle static that you could almost hear crackling.

Their lips met then, in a kiss that started tender but deepened quickly. Minnie's mouth, full and expressive, pressed against Kitty's—where no mouth showed, but the connection was real, a soft melding that produced a wet, smacking sound, echoing softly. The kiss was visible in the way their heads tilted, ears brushing with a silky rustle, bodies arching slightly as they held the hug, breasts still compressed in that sensual lock. Minnie moaned into it, a high-pitched "Mmmph," vibrating through Kitty, who responded with a breathy "Ohhh," the sounds mingling like a duet.

They broke apart briefly, strings of saliva glistening in the candlelight—tasting faintly of sweetness if you imagined leaning in—their eyes fluttering open to glance at you. "Did you see that?" Minnie asked, her voice breathy, lips shiny. "Kitty's kisses are like candy. So addictive." She dove back in, their tongues now involved, the kiss louder, wetter, with slurping sounds that filled the room, their hands still clasped, hug unbroken, breasts rubbing together with each breath, the friction audible as a soft, rhythmic slide.

Kitty pulled back just enough to speak, her voice husky now. "And yours, Minnie... like fireworks. Explosive and bright." They kissed again, deeper, the scents intensifying—jasmine from the candles blending with their personal aromas, the taste in the air almost palpable, like you could lick the sweetness off your lips. Their bodies swayed in the hug, pressing closer, the press of their breasts causing subtle bounces, the fabric straining with a faint creak.

"Oh, Kitty, your fur against me... it's like silk," Minnie gasped between kisses, her free hand roaming lower, squeezing Kitty's hip with a firm grip that elicited a squeak from Kitty—high and delighted. The sound pierced the air, followed by Kitty's retaliatory nuzzle, her nose burying in Minnie's neck, inhaling deeply. "You smell so good, Minnie. Like roses in bloom. I could breathe you in all night."

They separated slightly, still holding hands, the hug loosening but not breaking, their breasts grazing now in teasing brushes that sent visible shivers through them. Minnie's eyes turned to you again, seductive and inviting. "We're just getting started," she cooed, her voice a melody of temptation. "Kitty and I... we love sharing moments like this." Kitty nodded, her paw tightening in Minnie's, the warmth of their clasp radiating.

"Let's hug tighter," Kitty suggested, pulling Minnie back in, their bodies colliding with a soft thump, breasts pressing firmly once more, the give of their forms creating a plush sensation that begged to be felt. They kissed again, open-mouthed, tongues dancing visibly, sounds wet and passionate—smacks, sighs, moans. The air grew heavier, scents swirling: floral, fruity, musky now from their rising heat. Minnie's glove slid under Kitty's overalls strap, tugging gently, the fabric snapping back with a twang.

"You're so bold tonight, Kitty," Minnie laughed, the sound bright and echoing, as she peppered kisses along Kitty's ear, the bow crinkling under her lips. Kitty arched, a purr-like rumble escaping her—deep and vibrating. "Only because you make me feel alive, Minnie. Your touch... it's electric." Their hands intertwined anew, fingers lacing tightly, as they hugged closer, breasts squishing together in a deliberate grind, the motion slow and hypnotic, fabric whispering secrets.

The kiss resumed, longer this time, their heads turning side to side, ears flopping gently with soft flaps. You could hear every nuance: the suck of lips, the click of teeth, the shared breaths. Scents enveloped everything—vanilla from candles, apple from Kitty, rose from Minnie—tasting sweet on the tongue, like invisible dessert. Touch was implied in their every move: the softness of fur, the smoothness of gloves, the warmth of bodies pressed.

"Oh, Minnie, hold me closer," Kitty begged, her voice a whine of need, as they deepened the hug, arms wrapping fully, breasts compressing to the point of strain, a soft "oof" from both. They kissed through it, passionate and unrelenting, dialog pausing only for gasps. "I can't get enough of you," Minnie replied, her tone fervent.

They swayed together, hands still held, hug evolving into a dance of intimacy, breasts rubbing in circles now, the friction building heat you could almost feel. Another kiss, tongues exploring, sounds sloppy and inviting. "Taste me more," Kitty urged, and Minnie obliged, the kiss turning fervent, scents peaking, senses overwhelmed in their seductive display.

This went on, their interactions looping in creative variations—kisses with nibbles, hugs with squeezes, hand-holds with caresses—all while their eyes occasionally flicked to you, promising inclusion without words. The night stretched, filled with their endless dialog of desire: "Your lips are magic, Kitty." "And yours are fire, Minnie." Sensory details layered thick: the crackle of candle wicks, the silk of sheets beckoning, the taste of anticipation in the air, the touch of their fur imaginable, the sights of their bodies entwined.

They broke for a moment, breathing heavy, still holding hands, hugging loosely now, breasts just touching in teasing grazes. "We could do this forever," Minnie sighed, kissing Kitty's forehead with a soft peck. Kitty smiled with her eyes, replying, "With you? Absolutely." And back they went, pressing together, kissing deeply, the cycle of seduction unending, each sense alive in their playful, passionate world.

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