Sidra's Dream
I was in the mood to do some more fan art for Wanderlust and ended up doing a whole comic page with a little story to boot. I do so enjoy seeing these two characters and thought it'd be fun to focus more on character development then just the sex.
Sidra dug her claws into the floor as she stared at Bolero with quivering wide eyes. Her body shivered while her tails flicked out of sync with one another. The fire type’s ears perked up, but she didn’t look any more alert. She only looked overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions that she couldn’t comprehend much less control. A clear show of fear was in her trembling body but her eyes held a certain anticipation to them. The way she clawed the ground was more reminiscent of kneading, hinting at eagerness, but her flicking tails spoke of anxiousness. Her physical language was at odds with itself and only made worse by her seeming inability to speak. She opened and closed her muzzle repeatedly but nothing more than little noises came out each time. It made the Zebstrika shuffle in place as he questioned his decision.
"Sidra..." He broke the silence as gently as he could. “Are you okay...?”
His gentle voice broke through the surface of her reverie, bringing a half-forced smile to her muzzle. He didn’t make the situation worse, but he did notice how her tails curled in with every word he spoke. It only emphasized just how fragile the Vulpix looked in that moment. A stark contrast to how he had known her over his time in the guild, Sidra looked as if anything he did could shatter her like glass. Despite that, she worked herself up to giving him a little nod as well before rising from her haunches. Her paw shakily lifted from there only to come down with a little bit more conviction. The shiver fading just some as she tried to control the torrent that was leaving her so rattled. A clear struggle only made worse as she lifted her gaze from the ground just to catch Bolero’s. He matched her with as encouraging an expression as he could muster against the quivering green gaze of the vixen, but her conviction faltered all the same. The idea of looking him in the eyes proving to be too much, leading to her dropping her gaze back to the floor. A deep sigh escaped her soon after, but she took another step forward all the same. This one slower than the last, leading to Bolero taking a hint of initiative himself. He began to lower his haunches, aiming to sit down so he’d be less intimidating, only for Sidra to suddenly snap her gaze back up to him in mild panic.
"You can keep standing!" she yelped in a pitch just high enough to crack her voice. “I-I want you to stand even!” she continued on with another half-forced smile gracing her muzzle. She didn’t give him the time to doubt her desires either. She hurriedly shuffled underneath him as he hesitated and even gave some affectionate nuzzles at his chest to affirm her decision. He could feel her shivering despite that.
"You don-"
"No!" She stamped her paw down this time as she interrupted. "L-look, Bolero. I-I'm terrified right now, okay? I'm so scared of screwing this up or disappointing you or hurting myself or just...just...mmff... We've been through a lot now and the fact we're here is...its....I don't know! I don't even begin to know!"
The vixen let’s out a shuddering sigh as if trying to exhale even a fraction of her worries.
“But I want to do this. And I want to do it right. You could have chosen anyone in the guild as your first time after so long and you chose me. And I'm flattered, and flustered, and over the moon, and...and..." She sighed again. "I'm not on any of Chaut's dust."
Bolero’s eyes widened as the stark contrast of her actions began to make sense to him. The Sidra he had always known was far more confident than this. Her gaze didn’t quiver when he looked at her but instead shot back a certain ferocity. It was something he had always liked about her, but that look into her eyes from earlier wasn’t the Sidra he knew. It had felt unfamiliar, but he had figured that was because of her show of anxiousness. He had believed it was the quiver that was unfamiliar which led to him completely missing that her eyes didn’t have the same sparkle to them that they usually did. Her irises weren’t as massive as usual and her pupils had actually been there. In other words, she was sober and the crushing anxiety he had only heard about was threatening to overwhelm. That realization led to him starting to step back, not wanting to put her through this, only for the vixen’s paw to suddenly grip at his leg. Her claws extended, sinking in with more conviction than she could even put into her voice. More than enough to have him keep his place and instead curl so he could see her. She ignored that and continued to face towards his hinds. There was still a shiver, he could both see and feel that, but it was starting to fade. Even still, he racked his brains to think of a proper response only for the vixen to continue on.
"I'm not quitting her, if that's what you're worried about. My kind of anxiety doesn't just go away with hard work and positive thoughts. But that doesn't mean I can't work on it. That Chaut and I can't be better for each other," she turned to look at him then with an actual smile this time. "We already have been. That said, I want this to be special. So do my scared butt a favor and don't talk while I do this! Okay?"
He could feel his worries fade as he looked at her beautiful smile. It wasn’t wide by any means, but it didn’t need to be. The way her gorgeous green eyes finally steadied mixed with the adorable half smirk nature of this still shy expression was as genuine a look as any. It didn’t matter that there was still a hint of a shiver down her spine. It mattered even less that her paw was still quivering some as it gripped his leg. She had clearly built up enough confidence to do what she wanted in the moment. She had meant every word that she had said to him after all. She truly wanted this and Bolero no longer doubted his decision. In fact, he felt all the more justified as the warmth of her actions set his heart to beating that little bit faster. He hadn’t asked her to put so much effort into this moment, after all. She didn’t need to do this sober, especially with her condition, but the fact she made the choice on her own further confirmed to him that she was serious about it all. It was more than enough for him to give a shy smile back to her before nodding slowly. His gaze turned to the wall afterwards, sparing her his gaze as well so she could do her work.
The vixen repressed the urge to chuckle some as she felt a little hint of disappointment that he wasn’t going to watch her work. It was easier to express how much she loved doing this when Chaut was easing her, but this was the first time she had ever felt that eagerness past the anxiety. She let that feeling fuel her confidence as instead she lets out a soft coo of appreciation to him before turning back towards his cock. The sight of it led to her biting her tongue just some. Even with the emotions in the air, he hadn’t fully retracted inside of his sheathe just yet. His length was still a quarter of the way out. That fraction of his length was still larger than Lyre’s cock when he was fully erect. Not to mention the sheer girth of it. It made Sidra let out a gasping shudder in anticipation of what came next. Bolero clearly liked the sound as well for his shaft tensed before her eyes. It made her bite her tongue once more before reaching a paw up to caress along the side of it. Her soft beans squished against the smooth flesh with care. A show of her worry, but also her excitement. Her eagerness to seeing him fully erect in close proximity. Not just because of how pent up he’s been, but because of her. It excited her more than she was willing to admit and led to her bringing her other paw up to properly grasp him. Both of those paws not nearly enough to properly wrap around his shaft, but clearly doing enough for him. He let out a gasp of his own, hips bucking slightly, as his shaft started to harden in her grip. Another few inches while that length gained a bit of firmness. Enough that she had to put a little bit more pressure just to squish against him, which only led to him getting all the more erect. Until finally half of his shaft was before her to admire and the tip wasn’t pointed to the ground but instead right at her muzzle. She gulped once this was the case...
Then leaned forward to give it a kiss~