The light fur on her lips was the second most alien thing about the kiss next to the narrow muzzle. As you deepen the kiss, the soft short fibers tickle the inside of your lip, making you giggle silently against her. You didn’t even know you could be ticklish there. She snorts lightly in response to your laughter, a smile forming against your mouth. Her muzzle pulls off you with a pop, leaving a semicircle all the way to the base of your nose a bit red and glistening. She hides her blush by nuzzling your jawline, the smile still evident in the form of her tense cheek.