08-19-2021, 09:18 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-19-2021, 09:42 PM by Meissa. Edited 2 times in total.)
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Meissa's season was not a very enjoyable time for her, if it wasn't obvious by her calling it The Pains.
She had spent almost all of her time over the past few days either curled up in her den, pacing, finding moments to relieve herself while Flynn wasn't looking, and swimming in the underground pool he had discovered for them just days prior and taken her to have a swim.
It was hard, fighting with herself and trying not to take it out on her poor beloved. It wasn't his fault she felt like there was a sea within her, that she was bleeding from a very delicate location that did not have any business bleeding.
She had offered to help Flynn out during the last couple days but he was, as always, a bag of nerves who seemed to almost faint at the idea as he sheepishly declined her offer. It had been disappointing, she was surprised to find.
This year was different from the past seasons. While previous years had her heat force her to hide away in tiny desert caves, drinking very little and therefore not having much to bleed, this one was different. Her body was primed for chronic dehydration and, upon being well hydrated, it was slowly loosening.
She was slowly loosening, relaxing.
Her tail was no longer tucked tightly against her belly, smeared with blood in her attempts to stop the scent from overpowering their den and her poor darling.
Today, his lanky butt seemed even more attractive than usual. She had plenty of time to observe him lately and she admired the way he was filling out, growing into himself. He looked stronger now, muscles more defined. His long trips as a scout for Elkshire had paid off, too - his legs were exquisite. She found herself admiring other parts of him and wondering at them in more depth than before. The idea didn't seem quite so insurmountable anymore.
She wondered... perhaps she might give it a try. She had seen Flynn bustling about more than usual and she wondered on the suggestion he had made on the first morning of her heat: A date? Her tail wagged at the thought, unconsciously spreading her scent. Then, it became conscious and her eyes sought for his shape, a decision forming within her just as her own desire became apparent.
“Oh, Flynn...?” she called, voice thicker than she expected it to be.
She had spent almost all of her time over the past few days either curled up in her den, pacing, finding moments to relieve herself while Flynn wasn't looking, and swimming in the underground pool he had discovered for them just days prior and taken her to have a swim.
It was hard, fighting with herself and trying not to take it out on her poor beloved. It wasn't his fault she felt like there was a sea within her, that she was bleeding from a very delicate location that did not have any business bleeding.
She had offered to help Flynn out during the last couple days but he was, as always, a bag of nerves who seemed to almost faint at the idea as he sheepishly declined her offer. It had been disappointing, she was surprised to find.
This year was different from the past seasons. While previous years had her heat force her to hide away in tiny desert caves, drinking very little and therefore not having much to bleed, this one was different. Her body was primed for chronic dehydration and, upon being well hydrated, it was slowly loosening.
She was slowly loosening, relaxing.
Her tail was no longer tucked tightly against her belly, smeared with blood in her attempts to stop the scent from overpowering their den and her poor darling.
Today, his lanky butt seemed even more attractive than usual. She had plenty of time to observe him lately and she admired the way he was filling out, growing into himself. He looked stronger now, muscles more defined. His long trips as a scout for Elkshire had paid off, too - his legs were exquisite. She found herself admiring other parts of him and wondering at them in more depth than before. The idea didn't seem quite so insurmountable anymore.
She wondered... perhaps she might give it a try. She had seen Flynn bustling about more than usual and she wondered on the suggestion he had made on the first morning of her heat: A date? Her tail wagged at the thought, unconsciously spreading her scent. Then, it became conscious and her eyes sought for his shape, a decision forming within her just as her own desire became apparent.
“Oh, Flynn...?” she called, voice thicker than she expected it to be.
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