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DRAFT - Changing Room Revelations
🕑 Added 2022-03-27 03:08:05 +0000 UTC[Another story by Sarahvixen, that I edited and helped her develop, that continues her relationship between Elara and Sarah. This draft is pretty polished. Hope you enjoy!]
Sarah and Elara have been dating for a few weeks now. The days are getting shorter and the nights are getting colder, so when Sarah learns that Elara needs a new jacket, she jumps at the opportunity to spend more time with her girlfriend. But it turns out that they both still have more to learn about each other.
DRAFT - Changing Room Revelations
by Sarahvixen
(Edited by Zmeydros)
(Sarah belongs to Sarahvixen)
(Elara belongs to Zmeydros)
The breeze was just chilly enough to be uncomfortable as I rushed from my car to the door of the mall. I could see Elara just inside the sliding glass doors, waiting for me, and my heart gave a little thrill. It was so weird being in love, still such a new experience for me that I honestly didn’t know exactly what to do or how to feel. All I knew is that Elara made me feel so much more alive and happy than I had been in a long time. For now, that was enough.
I unbuttoned my long, burgundy coat as I entered the heated interior of the mall. You would think that the fur would be enough to keep me warm, but my winter coat hadn’t grown in yet, so I needed something to help in the interim. Elara apparently didn’t grow any winter fur, always keeping the same, short fur that she always had. That was the reason we were here, to buy her a new coat so that she would be more comfortable this winter. I had considered giving her mine, but since she was so much shorter than me, it just wouldn’t work. Just the The memory of seeing her try on my coat last night brought a smirk to my face.
“Hey, I hope you haven’t been waiting too long,” I said, the tails of my coat being knocked around by my tail wagging. Fuck, I was like a lovesick teenager around her.
“No, but that perfume store is already driving me crazy,” she said, crinkling her nose. One thing I had learned about Elara rather early on is how sensitive she was to scents, especially florals. It had meant giving up my perfumes, but honestly, I didn’t miss them, not with her in my life.
“Okay, moving away from that right away. I have a gift card for Anthropomorphica.” I started walking away from the perfume store, Elara already glued to my hip. We both had a fondness for being close to each other and it was a wonderful feeling when we were out in public like this. Part of me still wanted to shout with joy and just tell everyone I saw that Elara was my girlfriend.
As we were walking, I couldn’t help but notice that Elara was pressing a bit closer to me than usual. She had always been affectionate, it’s one of the things I loved about her, but this was a bit much. She was almost making it hard to walk as she practically snuggled up against my side. I wrapped an arm around her, gently rubbing her shoulder and upper arm as we walked, letting her know I was there and that I loved her. She suddenly seemed to snap back to reality and pulled away, looking around the mall at the different shops.
I was disappointed, but the mall was probably not the greatest place to just start making out, much as I might have wanted to. As we passed the fresh cookie stand, I took a deep breath, enjoying the rich scents of vanilla, cinnamon, and chocolate. Elara seemed to love it too, her nose twitching like crazy, though she might have just been trying to clear the perfume scent out.
“Okay, from the look on your face, we definitely need to stop for oatmeal raisin cookies later,” I said, seeing how the tip of her long, dragon tail was wagging a bit.
“Mmm, yes… cookies,” she said, blushing. She turned away from the stand and headed toward the other end of the mall where the biggest department store, Anthropomorphica, was.
I followed behind her, having to trot a bit to keep up. Geeze she was in a hurry today, normally my long legs would have allowed me to keep up easily, but she must have been excited to look at coats.
The entrance of the store opened into the jewelry section, and then the lingerie section. Damn I hated this section, the models they used in here were insanely pretty and it was hard not to get worked up. Also, they had so few herm friendly options, panty shopping was a nightmare. Finding bras and panties that matched was nearly out of the question and I treasured the few matching pairs I could find. Oh well, Elara liked me better out of panties than in them anyway.
I couldn’t help giggling at my own, internal joke, feeling a rush of arousal as I thought of the time spent with Elara so far. I rushed past a trio of mannequins, one of them showcasing the tailhole on a lacy pair of panties. If I wasn’t trying to keep up with Elara, I might have stopped to take a look, the design was interesting and the pattern might have looked great with my fur. Elara didn’t seem to be in the mood to slow down though, keeping her head pointed straight ahead and not giving any mind to the models or mannequins at all. Given her prodigious endowment, there probably wasn’t anything here that would fit her anyway. I suddenly wondered where Elara got her panties.
The seasonal department was next, and luckily this was where the coats were. I never could figure out the logic of store layouts, but someone decided that putting the expensive stuff nearest to the door was the best plan. Maybe so you’d be forced to walk through it to get to what you actually wanted? Were people really that susceptible to impulse buying? I mean… I had wanted to stop to look at those panties. I was so lost in my own head, I nearly walked into Elara as she was looking at a rack of long trench coats.
Elara leaned back into my chest, humming happily as she felt my warmth against her. I felt her tail snaking up between my legs, caressing the inside of my thighs already as she pressed the back of her head against my breasts. She was so soft and warm, I just wrapped my arms around her shoulders and gently held her against me. She let out the cutest little sigh, nearly melting into my front as I smiled down at her. Damn, I loved this girl so much.
“Mmmm, sexy foxy,” she said, rubbing her head against my chest even more. Her ears were tickling the underside of my muzzle and I couldn’t help but giggle at how affectionate she was suddenly being.
“Do we need to sneak off for some alone time?” I joked, sure that she would playfully refuse. Instead, her tail got even more bold, wrapping around my bulge while also pressing into my pussy, making me moan as my already slightly worked up cock started to emerge from my sheath. “Umm, Elara, we’re still in public.”
Elara jerked back to reality as she pulled away from me so quickly it made me a little sad. Granted, we had been in public our first time, but there was a difference between a women’s locker room and a department store.
“I’m sorry, I’m just still not comfortable being THAT affectionate in the open.” I said, trying to help her feel a bit better about it. I hadn’t meant to shut her down quite that harshly.
“Right, yeah,” said Elara, going back to the rack almost immediately. She wasn’t even looking at me and it hurt a little. Had I pushed her away too quickly?
Elara thumbed through the coat rack, grabbing one and trying it on. It did look good on her and I was about to tell her that, but she slipped it off and put it back on the hanger. “This one should work fine.”
She was still basically ignoring me. I felt on the verge of tears, but I knew this wasn’t like her at all, something HAD to be wrong, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. She was so sexy, so attractive today but she seemed to swing wildly between being over the top affectionate and acting like I was her distant aunt she only saw once a year. “Elara… please, what’s wrong, what did I do?”
I don’t know if it was the quivering tone of my voice, but she seemed to finally respond. When she finally turned to face me, I could see her eyes were glistening with some tears of her own. “No, you didn’t do anything, it’s just… I don't think we can do much better than this coat.”
I didn’t believe that explanation one bit. “You are the person who took half an hour to pick out exactly the right type of ground cinnamon for bread pudding.” I was fed up with her being evasive. I took her shoulder and pointed her back toward the rack. “Put that coat back. We need to talk.”
She hung the coat on the rack and let me lead her out of the store. She didn’t resist as I led her to a small side corridor for mall staff. “Okay, so what’s bothering you. You never ignore me like this.”
She looked a little bashful before finally sighing and turning to face me. “It’s just… I went into heat yesterday and I’ve been feeling it really strongly. It’s gotten worse since I saw you. Normally, I’d just call a friend to help take care of it, but one I'm your girlfriend now and I didn’t want to do that without asking you first. Two, I don't want to make it your responsibility to always deal with my heightened sex drive. And three, that would've disrupted our plans for today, plans I knew you were looking forward to.”
I was stunned. I hadn’t consciously noticed anything, but there were ways to hide a heat scent. And besides, this mall was so full of scents it was hard to smell anything that was too subtle. I did realize that my cock was slightly fuller than usual, pressing against my panties and slipping out of its sheath easier than normal. I had been affected by her pheromones, even if it didn’t fully register at the time.
“Okay, I guess I get that, but why didn’t you tell me?” I asked. Heat was a common thing amongst anthros, it wasn’t something to be ashamed about. From what she said, she was fine telling other people, but had hidden it from me for some reason.
“Look, usually I try to talk about this earlier, but we’ve just been having such a great time, I didn’t want to make things awkward. I guess I failed at that,” Elara said, her ears drooping as she looked away again.
“No, no more of that,” I said, lifting her chin so she would look me in the eyes. “Whatever it is, please, tell me. I don’t want any secrets between us, not if we can help it.”
“I have a feral pussy,” she blurted out, her eyes darting to one side even though her head couldn’t move. I was shocked for a moment. That wasn’t common, even among most anthros. It also had a bad reputation for being more animalistic, less hygienic, and overall less appealing than a more human looking one.
“Oh,” I said, trying to think about what to say. I didn’t believe the reputation, but I didn’t know anyone who had a feral pussy, or at least I hadn’t before now. This was what I got for being on the bottom so much, I hadn’t even noticed this in the weeks we’d been together. “I don’t care about that, I’m sorry if you thought I did.”
“Honestly, I didn’t think you would,” said Elara. “But I’ve had some people who stop finding me attractive once they know. It’s just hard to tell people sometimes, especially when I care a lot about what they think.” Her ears were drooping a bit less, the weight finally off her chest already seemed to make her feel better.
“I feel bad for not knowing. We’ve been together… what is it, four times now? And I didn’t know this about you.” It was my turn to blush.
Elara giggled, which actually caught me off guard. “I mean, with the way you raise your tail the moment I start getting hard, it’s hard to resist just going for it. Only time I really get to play with your dick is when you're riding me.”
My ears laid flat across my head as I realized there was something I hadn’t told her. “Hun, I need to tell you something. I don’t really like my cock very much.”
Elara looked genuinely confused as she tipped her head. “But why, it’s a gorgeous cock.”
I sighed and stepped back from Elara, finally taking my hand off her chin. “My parents didn’t think so. They decided I should have been a girl. When they raised me, they told me nothing about what I was. I thought every girl had a cock like mine. I didn’t learn how wrong I was until later, and all the girls thought it was disgusting. I learned that my cock set me apart and made me worse than other girls. It took a long time to get over that and I still feel the trauma sometimes.”
The emotional rush of what I had just said left me somewhat breathless. I had never truly articulated all of those thoughts at once like this and doing it to my girlfriend left me trembling. She stepped forward and took my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“It’s okay if you need time to process that stuff and I'm happy to help however I can. Let’s go home, I shouldn't be out and about when my heat is this bad and if it gets any worse, I'm going to be begging for your cock when you're not ready to use it. I’ll give you a call when it's over,” she said, smiling at me.
I felt my heart break. My girlfriend was in heat and I couldn’t do anything to help her. There had to be something I could do; how did lesbian couples deal with it?
“Look, I can’t promise anything, but I don’t want this date to end. Let’s just find somewhere private, okay? Let me try.” I was near tears as I begged Elara to give me just one chance.
Elara nodded and I rushed us back into the store. The first place that came to mind was the changing room of Anthropomorphica. I looked around, my hand holding Elara’s, giving her reassuring squeezes every once in a while. Knowing what was going on, I started to notice the little feelings that Elara’s heat was causing in me. Little twitches and clenches in my guts, my nose sniffing more often, catching just the barest whiff of her alfalfa scent in the air, and my sheath just generally plumper and more sensitive than normal. The feeling of my panties rubbing against them was making my core tingle as I rushed through the store.
I was frantically looking around for the signs to the changing rooms. Once I finally spotted them, I changed direction so quickly I nearly lost hold of Elara. I rushed through the coats, dodging other shoppers and workers before heading into the changing rooms and immediately going into the nearest open door.
Once I was finally inside, I pushed Elara onto the seat and kneeled between her legs almost immediately. Up close, I could actually see the lump in her jeans twitch a bit and when I looked up at her, I was a bit surprised to see that she was looking shocked and surprised. “Elara, is everything okay?”
“Yes, I’m just a little worried, I’ve never seen you like this before. Are you sure YOU’RE okay?” she asked, her face showing more concern as she talked. Her ears were drooping a bit and so I took a deep breath and realized I had been so frantic to prove myself, I hadn’t slowed down to actually talk to her about it.
“Sorry, I just got really concerned. I don’t want you to think that your heat is somehow an inconvenience for me. I feel like I need to prove that it’s okay, that your body doesn’t bother me. Feral pussy or not, I still love…” I stopped short, realizing what I was saying. I hadn’t said that yet, I had felt it, wanted to say it, but always held myself back, not wanting to ruin things by saying it too soon. I knew it was too late to stop now, so I took a deep breath, looked her in the eyes, and went for it. “I love you, no matter what you think is wrong with you.”
Elara’s eyes started to water and she looked like she was trying to say something, but I didn’t want to give her time. I grabbed her waistband and pulled, undoing her button and unzipping them just by the force of the yank. Her panties came down along with them and her black, mottled horse cock flipped upward, already mostly hard and throbbing. But the biggest thing was the sudden rush of SCENT. It was so intense, so overwhelming, my nose felt like it was tingling. Warmth crashed through my body and my panties suddenly felt too tight.
I lifted her balls gently with one hand while my other hand snuck under my skirt and pulled my panties off my emerging cock. For the barest moment, I was shocked at what I saw. When Elara had said her pussy was feral, I hadn’t been sure what to expect. She was part bunny, part dragon, part horse, and what greeted me was the most beautiful teardrop shaped pussy I’d ever seen in my life. The lips were the same color as her majestic cock, but moist and glistening, like a polished jewel. Her clit was only slightly hidden between the upper lips, pulsing softly. Between her parted lips, the flesh was pink and beautiful, begging to be touched, caressed… licked.
I hadn’t even realized how enraptured I’d become and only noticed how close I was when my nose bumped up against Elara’s throbbing clit. She moaned and her knees spread further, her ankles trapped by her pants. I nuzzled that clit lovingly, easing my tongue from my muzzle and gently stroking it against that pink inner skin. I could feel Elara’s thighs shivering at the touch and it just made me want to do more. I started lapping away, drawing my long tongue from the bottom to the top, flicking the tip along the underside of her clit. It was so big, the size of the tip of my thumb, and it was a struggle not to go too far too fast.
Her scent was washing over me more now, even this gentle stimulation causing her to clench and her juices to flow. It was so amazing, she was so beautiful. Anyone who could reject her because of this was an idiot. My tongue got more forceful, pressing into her, forcing her apart as I licked deeper into her body. She was so warm, so wet, it was indescribable, her flavor an intense mixture of alfalfa, honey, and the lightest undertone of cocoa. It was similar to the taste of her cum, but balanced differently, and I reveled in distinguishing the differences. I pressed my tongue deeper, curling it and switching from long and thin to wide and short, trying to make sure I caressed as many places as possible. My ears twitched with every moan and gasp that Elara made and my arms wrapped around her thighs allowed me to hold and fondle her sack at the same time.
Suddenly, I heard something that made my ears stand straight up. I felt Elara’s whole passage tighten, and then loosen around my tongue as a high pitched whinny erupted from Elara’s mouth. My eyes went wide as my tongue stopped moving for a moment. I pulled back and looked up at Elara who was blushing madly.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, that was just… so good I couldn’t help myself, please don’t be mad.” she said as she desperately avoided looking at me.
“That… was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever heard.” I said in a breathless voice, my cock hard and dripping, leaving a stain in the front of my skirt that would have been embarrassing in any other situation. Before she could respond, I dived back in, pressing my tongue even deeper, the tip of my nose grinding in. I wanted more, I NEEDED more. Everything about this woman was so insanely sexy that I just couldn’t stop myself. I felt her pussy wink again as another whinny slipped out of her, her legs trembling in my arms. I searched for spots that would make her whinny, licking and probing. Soon even my muzzle was starting to slip into her as she got looser and more relaxed.
“Fuck…. FUUUUUCK SAAARAAAAAAAHHH!! WHREEEEEEEEE!!!!” She let out the loudest whinny yet, her thighs clamping around my head as I felt her pussy start to ripple and clench around my muzzle and tongue. Her muscles were incredible, strong enough to almost hurt as she came, but I felt nothing but pride and arousal at how strongly I’d managed to get her off. I opened my muzzle and accepted her juices, lapping them up as they gushed around my cheeks, soaking my fur with her scent. I was hers, she was mine, and in that moment, everything felt right with the world.
As I slowly pulled my face from her crotch, I could see she was panting and quivering on the bench, her hands gripping her breasts as she let out small moans. Her scent filled the small room, making me a little dizzy with how strong it was. My nose was full of it, my brain flooded with pheromones. I stood slowly, my skirt tented by my throbbing, hard cock. Fuck, I needed more, I was almost too horny to think.
Elara saw the tent in my skirt and then looked up at me, still caught in the afterglow, but with a hint of concern in her eyes. “That was amazing and I feel much better. So, you don't have to do any more if you don't want to.”
Something about the earnestness in her voice, her quiet, gentle assurance that I didn’t have to do more, that I had done enough. But fuck, I WANTED to do more, I wanted to do more than I ever had in my entire life. It wasn’t just the pheromones either, this was far beyond any simple biological urge. Before me, half naked and quivering in bliss, was the most beautiful, loving, wonderful girl I’d ever met in my entire life. She made me feel things I’d never felt before, she made me feel BEAUTIFUL being just who I was. For the first time in my whole life, I was HAPPY to be a herm, because it meant that I could give my girlfriend everything she needed.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better, but we’re not done yet,” I said, my voice like velvet wrapped around steel. I gently coaxed her into a standing position on the bench, leaving her slightly taller than me, but spreading her legs and bending her knees was enough to line up my cock with her pussy lips. “There we go, love, let’s give you what you need.”
I pressed her back against the walls, letting her tail droop between her legs. She bent her knees so that she was at the right height, then used her tail to brace herself even more. My girlfriend was such a genius. I smiled and then kissed her, moaning into her mouth as I started to press myself into her. There were no more words for the situation, it was time for my actions to speak.
I slid into her, spreading her puffy, soft lips open. They were so stretchy and elastic, it was such an interesting sensation as they caressed my cockhead and shaft. Despite how stretchy she was, obviously able to take much larger cocks than mine, she still felt tight, her muscles pushing in around my shaft, seeming to massage it as I slid in. I moaned into her mouth even more as I gripped her shoulders, pinning her back against the wall as I gave my hips a quick shove, pressing another two inches into her quickly. The shuddering of her body and the gasp that I got out of her nose was evidence enough to show that I needed to do that more often.
I wasn’t nearly as big as her, but I made use of my shape to roll my hips and stir my pointed tip around inside her. I could feel it poking and dragging across various bumps and bulges. The sensation of the head of my cock dragging across her insides made me shiver from head to toe and drew the cutest gasps and whimpers from her when I hit a good spot. Her cock had never exactly been soft, but now it was pinned between our bodies, growing harder and longer, the tip nearly pressing between our breasts.
I kept thrusting, trying to go as deep as I could with each push of my hips. It was slightly awkward, feeling her balls drape on each side of my shaft when I thrust in, but the gentle squeezing between us only seemed to make her moan louder. I kept trying new angles, trying to hit different points inside her, and suddenly she gasped and pressed her face into my shoulder. I was about to ask what was wrong when I heard a whinny escape into my fur.
“Fuck, hun that… Oh gods!” I cried out as I felt her wink around my cock. I was so close to losing it, I bit my tongue and tried to hold on longer. My knot was swelling and no matter what I tried, I wasn’t able to slow down my oncoming orgasm. Luckily, it seemed that Elara was close too. I switched tactics and started thrusting faster, hoping to at least push us over the edge at the same time.
“Sarah, Sar-AAAHH!… I’m gonna…. Oh fuck I can’t…” She was moaning and mumbling as she kept her face pressed into me. Her pussy was going crazy, winking.
I shifted my hips again and winced as my knot finally caught. I couldn’t pull back and I could feel her pussy growing tighter. I felt something else at the same time. A clenching and tightening in front of her pussy. Her cock surged and the knot started to swell. For a brief moment, I panicked. How the hell was I going to explain such a mess? Out of sheer instinct, I clamped my muzzle around the head of her shaft just as she threw her head back and whinnied so loud my ears laid down on my head.
It felt like a bomb had gone off in my core. I was cumming harder than I could ever remember in my life, my body going tight, then loose, then tight again in a rhythmic pattern of endless bliss. I was vaguely aware of the taste of her cum on my tongue as I gulped it down, but nothing else outside my own pleasure registered at the moment. I had never used my cock like this before, everything about this situation felt new. I wasn’t sure how long it lasted before I actually slumped against Elara, pinning her against the wall even harder.
“Sarah, are you okay?” she asked, wrapping her arms around my shoulders to keep me from tipping over. I moaned incoherently and she actually giggled a bit. I felt some of her cum still on my tongue and I savored the taste, gently swirling it around my tongue before swallowing it down. That just made her moan and clench around my shaft, which I now realized was still stuck in her.
“I think I’m better than okay,” I managed to say. I smiled into her eyes as I enjoyed our closeness and how connected I felt to her, both physically and emotionally. The afterglow was still there, but it felt more exhausting than when my pussy came. It would take a bit longer for me to recover, but I felt like I could go again. “So, should we buy a coat and head back to your place?”
Before Elara was able to respond, there was a knock on the changing room door. We both froze in terror, wondering just how badly we were screwed.
“Pardon me… ladies, but I’m going to have to ask you to… finish up in there, then leave immediately.” It was an older ladies voice, almost dripping with authority, but also tinged with awkwardness at the situation. The sound of her heels stepping away made me wonder just how long she had been there if we hadn’t heard her walk up.
I was the first to recover. “So, I guess that means no coat then.”
Elara just laughed. “I think I’d prefer to head right home anyway. I need a bit more before my heat is fully put out.”
I smiled and then blushed as I remembered something. “So, umm… my heat is next week. You want to come over and hang out?”
Elara’s grin filled me with equal amounts of joy and trepidation. “Oh, I think I’d like that a LOT.”
END OF DRAFT
