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“I’m just so glad that I have someone to go with me now!” Skye explained, waving around her hairbrush in between strokes over her head towards Nick, sitting on the bed outside the frame of the bathroom door.

“You could have always just brought me-”

“For the last time! The groom is not supposed to see the bride’s dress!” Skye shot a look out at him, her eyes bright and glowing from within the frame of her fiery hair. She started into the bedroom, naked hips swaying with every step and challenging Nick’s ability to focus on the conversation and not the shape of her butt switching from side to side as she walked. “I am going to go with Kaylee, she’ll be honest with me about what looks great... Plus, it’ll give us some more time to talk, I mean, everythings pretty much back to normal-”

“Not your previous normal, right?” Nick broke in, smirking slightly.

“Shut your face.” Skye snapped back, writhing down into a pair of jeans. “No, not our hooking up normal, our friend-normal. Besides, all my work friends wouldn’t feel as... important for something like picking your dress.”

“It’s going to be beautiful,” Nick assured, leaning up to steal as kiss as Skye put the final touches on her casual outfit, tugging on a pair of flat sneakers. “But not as beautiful as you-”

“Mmm, my charmer. See you for dinner?”

“With bells on.”

******

“Gosh, you really have missed so much, haven’t you?” Skye laughed, waving her hands and nearly sloshing champagne out over the pure white carpeting of the dress boutique. The leopardess next to her just rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, so catch me up!”

“It’s just... engagement one is such old news!” Skye chuckled. “Aren’t you supposed to be a journalist, Kaylee? On top of the story?”

“Stop being a tease and tell me the hot topic!”

“Okay! Okay! I’ll tell you!” Skye chuckled, launching into the full battle re-enactment of her engagement with Aiden previously, running from his proposal to the fateful night where she invited Nick back to Gamestop and she decided against her entire engagement to him.

“Wow... so, did you already do this dress thing? Is all this wedding stuff old hat?” Kaylee asked finally, staring over the top of her now empty glass with eyes gleaming with the excitement of the juicy tale.

“No, no.” Skye shook her head, making the ears on top flop from side to side slightly. “We never got this far. We were just announcements and save the dates by the time we split, none of the real planning had happened..”

“So this will be your first time trying on wedding dresses?” Kaylee’s face softened, knowing how touching that moment could be.

“Yes, it will.” Skye smiled a shy grin. “And it’s a little overwhelming. Like, everything with Aiden was a chore, the little bits of planning we did discuss. But this... all this feels like a celebration, like I’m just picking out balloons for a party. I mean, there’s no doubt this time. No pressure. I know I love him.”

Kaylee just grinned, giving Skye’s shoulder a small nudge with a squeaky, gleeful sound.

“And I have my best friend here to help now!” Skye added, lighting up with a grin. “Now, come on. I should actually get into one of these things!”

The leopardess nodded, “Yes, yes. You go try one on and I’ll go search through that other section for any more. This store is like an endless wonderland!”

“Ee!” Skye clapped her hands, standing up and spinning towards the dressing room where the gown waited, already hanging inside to be tried on. Kaylee echoed back her excitement before heading off in the opposite direction of the store in search of more styles and Skye heads in to try out her first pick.

******

Five minutes later and some assistance from one of the painfully pretty saleswomen, Skye stood in front of the mirror, once more left alone to ponder the gown. She stared into the mirror, nearly halting her breath as she took in the sight in front of her.

They’d piled all her bright hair onto her head, leaving tendrils escaping around her face before the top of the dress began with a sheer overlay on her chest and down onto dainty caps on each arm. From there, the bodice was a tight patchwork of glittering embroidery of small leaves and twisting patterns in white that curved up onto her cleavage before leading down into the thick expanse of dense detailed stitching. Then, just above her hips, it flared into a full wide skirt that danced around her with every little step.

The lights above caught on the glitter through it all, making her sparkle there in the mirror. “It’s real now...” Skye thought to herself, running her hands over the full skirt and watching the way the light reflected off from the small, fine spray of glitter over it all.

“The wedding, it’s really happening this time and it’s exactly what I want...” She took in a long breath, staring down at her hands folded in front of the bodice. “I can’t wait to walk down that aisle and see him standing at the end-” The mere thought of it made her lips curl up slightly. She could picture his face there, looking boyishly excited with a dopey grin. “For the first time, my life feels totally... good.”

She realized, standing there and staring into that reflected glass that she was right. For the first time in her life all the annoyances, all the bad marks on it all didn’t bother her. In fact, she just felt a flood of peace in the mornings when she woke beside his slack, sleeping expression that never failed to make her smirk. No more did dinners with her parents sour her whole week with twisting dread and annoyance, they were just an hour that she’d laugh about later. Work felt like an adventure.

“Getting a new video games isn’t even the best part of my week anymore...” She thought with a slightly, internal gasp. “No... the best part is later, talking to him about it or cooking pancakes and trying to flip them while he’s hugging me....” She smiled, seeing flashes of their goofiness together while her whole chest seemed to swell with this realization.

Whatever dress she got, whatever color scheme they picked, she knew that she was entering a life of these happy moments.

She closed her eyes, letting a montage of her memories start to flash by, though the longer her mind worked, the more she started to feel a flush of excitement at the idea of not her wedding day, but rather her wedding night.

She could suddenly feel the imagined touch of his hands on her hips, sliding over the tight bodice to trace along the underside of her full chest, captured in the fabric; then, she felt them dropping, lowering to gather up the skirts.

With a slight nip of her lip, Skye’s eyes flicked around the dressing room, checking for cameras, but of course, no one was going to somehow escape from the store with a massive wedding dress sneakily hid inside their purse. A flush rushed over the girl’s cheeks, but her mind was awashed with fantasies already and the idea of heading to dinner with a story to murmur overtop their supper sent a zip up her spine.

“Oh he’d be so tortured to find out I’d banished him from dress shopping only to get hopelessly horny...” Skye thought, grinning to herself as she sunk back onto the small chair inside the room, kicking up the full skirts of the dress so they spilled around around her thighs, freeing her legs out from beneath.

One foot kick up against the wall, opening up access to the simple satin panties beneath. Laying her head back against the wall, Skye closed her eyes once more, this time not imagining the aisle, but the bedroom.

“So, what will be your first order of business of Mister Skye?” A playful grin flitted over her lips, tracking the movement of Nick’s hands as they slid up her sides, tracing the perfect curved shape of her body in the tight hold of the gown. It wasn’t so easy as usual, no t-shirt to pull up to access her soft fur beneath, instead he had to slow himself, feel the burn and tingle of anticipation as he tracked the shape of her beneath the thick fabric.

His fingertips pressed down her shape, sliding down to the full swell of her ass before meandering up, skittering across the soft expanse of her cleavage, trying to select what he wanted most to grab.

While her mind raced on, Skye’s fingertips ran down over her stomach, dropping onto the smooth, covered expanse of her mound. She started to trace shapes with her nails, making the skin start to tingle and prickle with this risque touch. In the distance, Skye could hear the clack of hangers being moved, the rustle of gowns dropping onto forms, and the murmur of the store associates talking over by the main counter. All were tiny reminders that she shouldn’t be doing this, that she was breaking the rules, which only sent a fresh zip down her spine.

“You think this contraption of a dress will stop me?” Nick’s voice came out low and chocolatey smooth in Skye’s ear while his hands started to gather up the folds of the gown, pushing them out of the way and ushering Skye backwards till she bumped into the edge of the bed and started to dip back onto it.

Layer by layer, he moved the full flare of the gown out of the way, exposing the perfect white of her panties beneath as his fingers started to slide over the soft fabric, tracing the line of her slit and rubbing teasing circles over the swelling nub of her clit beneath.

Eyelids fluttering, Skye started to slid her nails up and down over her clit, catching the slightly protected nub over top of her panties, rubbing it with the biting edge of her nail so it’d swell and heat beneath the layer of protective panties. Every fresh pass sent a zip up her spine. Her butt clenched and twitched, thighs starting to quiver with impatient excitement. She knew she only had so much time, but she knew that a calculated tease in the beginning would mean that much faster release when it hit her.

So, she kept her pace steady and slow. A single finger continued to torment her clit while her other hand slid down, starting to prod and press at the covered entrance of her sex, teasing her with the possibility of more than just this teasing touch, but delivering none of it.

“Mm... you tease...” She whispered, feeling fingertips cupping around her sex, pressing over top of her entire mound with a wave of possessive heat. His fingers started to rub harder, coaxing her hips to start twitching and trembling with the desire for more than this tempting touch over top of the panties.

“Come on... Don’t you want to feel your wife? Maybe I’ll feel hotter now that I’m wed.” She teased, looking up at him with flushed warmth glowing through the fur of her cheeks.

“You’re right. I should check immediately.”

Her fingernails curled up, scratching to her thigh with growing impatience as she wrenched her panties off to one side, letting the cool air of the shop hit the flushed heat of her sex. Instantly, she curled her fingers in, coating them in the slick wetness of her arousal before she shoved two digits into her sex, almost gasping at the sudden girth of something inside of her.

“Mmmm....” Skye bit at her lip, cheekily muffling her moans into her mouth. “They’d so kick me out right now if they had any idea...”

“They’d ban me!” The idea only made her playfully and devilishly more horny. She just shoved her fingers in deeper, curling them up to the patchy, sensitive patch of her g-spot with flickering, repetitive prodding while she descended onto her now bare clit.

“Fuck... yes...” Skye moaned out, pushing herself down to meet Nick’s thick fingers as they pumped into her, sending a spray of her wetness flying off onto the edges of the bed. Droplets of her fragrant juice clung to the bottom hem of the thick gown where it spilled around her, nearly hiding what the human was doing between her thighs. He leaned down on the edge of the bed, sitting up on his knees while his head bent in over her sex.

Lips were clasped over her sex, tongue flickering to the hot bead of her clit while his fingers pounded inside of her. Each repeated motion, pulling back and shoving back in, sent a schlucking echo out into the room. The hotel room was a cloud of her scent, only getting thick by the second with his unwavering teasing.

All the while, Skye’s hips quivered and bucked, flailing to escape from the intensity of his driving tongue, the pounding of his fingers carefully curling to hit each of the most sensitive spots inside her walls with each and every move.

She moaned again, clinging at the bed sheets.

Skye bit her lip, eyes fluttering back as she tried to ignore how loud her fingers smacking into her hips really was inside the dressing room. She pressed her teeth harder into the lip, moaning silently in exhales of air as her sex spasmed tighter, clenching and squeezing around her fingers with a vice-like grasp that nearly froze her motions.

“Mm... mMmnph... Nnfff....Tsss....Nnff...” She huffed to herself, trying to keep the dress held back, knowing that she’s on the edge of making a very big mess inside the dressing room, but she can’t escape the lull of the fantasy, the rush of the location. All of her is flushed with heat, a glow of pink that radiates out from her sex and through the fur on her body.

She rocked on the small chair, trying to get slightly better leverage to put her over the edge. Her foot scaled up the wall, trying not to kick too hard and knock on the wood, but spasming out of control nonetheless.

Her finger plunged into her harder, pumping back and forth and curling into her g-spot while she flicked madly at her clit. For a few seconds, she only felt the burning of all her muscles on the verge of giving up, foregoing the pull of her fantasy as she ran out of the stamina to get herself off.

Then, instead, it hit her.

With a hiccuped gasp, Skye felt her sex suddenly clench down deep inside, spasming around her trapped fingers as her eyes rolled back forcefully. Her back arched, thrusting her hips up away from the gown as much as she could while one foot steadied her to the wall.

And she came.

Muffling her moans and biting onto the edges of her lip, she came.

Hips shaking, twitching up into the air like she was trying to get an extra inch out of her finger, she came.

Toes curling so hard so clawed lines in the paint of the small room, she came.

A spray of her juices exploded out, casting her needy scent around the small space as a hot blush and a wave of panic hit the red panda.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck...” She looked around, gathering up the gown and feverishly checking for any wetness on the actual fabric while also trying to dab at the wet mess between her thighs with a tissue from her purse. “Ohh fuck fuck fuck..”

Hot blush covered her head while a lingering pounding throbbed in her crotch, only making it that much harder to focus on dabbing away the dots of wetness on the smooth, perfect carpeting. Then, she tried to calm down enough that her scent would dissipate, but in the tiny and tight space it just created a vacuum of horny Skye.

“Eau D’Slutty Masturbating Girl...” Skye muttered, fishing hungrily in her purse for perfume before squirting it heartily around the space till she struggled to breath in any untainted air.

“Mmm... p-..perfect.” She mumbled, fighting to find the door of the dressing room in the hopes that if she moved out to the bid mirrors to inspect the dress the smaller changing room could air out before anyone discovered her in there in her own evidence.

She smoothed the dress once more, sucking in a deep breath as she swung open the door only to come nose to nose with the leopardess.

“Kaylee!” She gasped.

“I was just coming to see if you...” Kaylee’s nose twitched. “... Were doing okay in there...” A smirk spread over the other girl’s face while Skye sheepishly led them away from the room, turning her attention to the long floor length mirrors in the hopes that Kaylee might too.

“Oh... Oh nice try.” Kaylee teased, following after her with a short laugh. “Nice try escaping that.”

Skye glanced at her with a little shrug as if to say, “Huh? What?” She ran her hands down the dress instead, trying to pull the focus of the conversation away from her and to the gown- which she’d managed to leave unscathed from her sneaky session. The leopardess she leaned in, pretending to be fixing one of the laces in the back as her nose nudged into Skye’s ear. “Don’t think I forgot what you smell like after a climax, dirty girl.”

Skye looked at her, trying to look upset, but she couldn’t fight a cheeky grin from breaking onto her face.

“Well, come on! That dress is evidence! Let’s get you into another one, and try not to love this one so much, huh?”