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"What do you mean you're out? It's a common, over the counter thing, you can't be OUT of it." Biggie had her arms crossed, tapping her elbow and staring down the clerk in the pharmacy window. The squirrel in the neat, white coat just shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know what to tell you. We never got restocked and we don't have any Damperol in the store." he said, starting to get nervous. Biggie looked away, biting her lip in frustration and then flashing the pharmacist a glare that made him flinch. He looked like he was bracing for a slug to the shoulder.

Biggie took a deep breath and tried to keep her nerves in check.

"Allright, what about the other stores? Can you check?" she asked. The tone in her voice was stern but still had a treble of irritation. The pharmacist took a few steps back from the counter, sucking his teeth. "I'm sorry, but none of the other locations in town have gotten their restocks either. I don't know why, but you're not the first to ask today. Management is trying to find out what's going on, but until then I can still offer you the other brand."

Biggie had a sneer that made the squirrel duck as if she was firing bullets from her eyes. "You mean Plopozine? You've got to be fucking kidding me." She started balling up her fists. Suddenly the idea that she'd jump to counter to smack him around went from a paranoid fear to a real fear. He was afraid to speak but still managed to get out another few sentences.

"B-but, it does do the same thing, it'll keep your heat balanced and manageable. And we have plenty of it in stock, I'll even offer you a discount for your trouble."

Biggie took in a breath that had smoke coming from her nose. The next thing out of her mouth could have been words or a plume of flame. It actually wound up being a mixture of both. She slammed a fist down on the counter and the pharmacist actually reared back, covering his face.

Biggie started to grip onto the counter like she really was about to go knock some sense into him. But watching him cower against the shelves made her think she should ease off a little. Just a little.

She took a deep sigh and said "Look, you're a guy, so I don't totally expect you to understand. But Damperol is the best thing for managing a heat. Very little side effects and it actually WORKS. Plopozine on the other hand? Any girl can tell you they'd rather chain themselves to a wall for a week rather than take that. It does fuck-all and makes you feel like shit all day. The cramps alone are worse than putting up with being in heat."

There was sudden rush of footsteps through the aisles behind them. A slender, petite looking ocelot wearing a tank and tack pants. She came up to the counter, trying to catch her breath and heaving out words inbetween breaths.

"Da-Damperol?Please, please don't say you're out." she said. Biggie shook her head and angled her head towards the pharmacist. "We're both out of luck. This jackass over here says nobody has it. So he's peddling Plopozine instead."

The ocelot looked up at her like she'd just been insulted. "Seriously? They still sell that garbage? Shit." She leaned in on the counter, looking up at the pharmacist, who really regretted picking up his coworker's shift today with no other girls working the pharmacy. He had that feeling like anything he'd say would just make things worse.

The ocelot took a deep sigh and then lightly slapped the counter. "Allright, fine. I'll take it." she said. Biggie recoiled as if she was watching somebody drink dirty mop water from a truckstop. "You sure about that? You know that stuff is damn near toxic." She said. The ocelot put both elbows on the counter, holding her face in her palms. The squirrel in the coat seemed to relish the idea of walking away, even for just a few seconds.

The ocelot looked up and stared into space. "Yeah I know, but I've got this thing with my boyfriend for the weekend, his parents are going to be there and I just can't afford to have this monkey on my back." she said. She sounded genuinely upset about it and all the more so that she had to resort to this. Biggie nodded her head, looking off to the side. "Yeah, I know how that goes." she muttered. She had a slight shiver. "Least enjoyable pool party I'd ever been to."

The ocelot gave a soft chuckle and stood up to look at Biggie, eye to eye. "So what about you? You gonna take it too or try to tangle with the beast?" she asked. Biggie smiled and scratched behind her ear. She hadn't thought about it just yet. She just assumed she'd find at least one store in town that still had Damperol. "Well I don't know, honestly. I might just have ride it out."

The ocelot grinned. "Poor choice of words." she said. Biggie grinned back. "Or maybe the right choice."

They both trailed off into laughs while the pharmacist stepped up to the counter with a generic looking box marked 'Plopozine.' He seemed relieved to see the two laughing. He set the box down and started to list off the instructions. "Here you go. Be sure to take it four times a day, with food, may cause nausea and cramping-"

The ocelot reached over and snatched the box off the counter, going from friendly with the border collie to deathly aggressive with the squirrel. "I know how it works, cockwad." His guard immediately went back up and flinched again when she slapped 15 dollars on the counter. She turned her back, marching away with the box while he started putting the cash away. The price was actually $15.65, but decided to just take the 65 cents out of his pocket. Biggie had followed behind her, much to his relief.

"Taking the hard route after all then?" The ocelot asked. Biggie still hadn't quite decided, but for the moment? She'd rather deal with it than take Plopozine. "Yeah, I guess I am." she finally said. Though she didn't sound as confident as she wanted to be. The ocelot gave a soft laugh, looking up at the ceiling with her palm to her forehead. "Oh man, I remember last time I tried to rough it out. I thought I could handle it, but eventually? It just overwhelmed me. I tell you, I met a guy at a department store? And I just clicked on." She snapped her fingers when she said 'clicked.' The smile on her face was the kind you get when you fondly remember a huge mistake that you can laugh at yourself for.

"On the bright side, that's how I met my boyfriend. I mean, it was mostly because I was an idiot and chose another cat to jump on and went at it raw. My advice? Keep some condoms on you in case you lose it on a guy who's your own species. That way you don't spend the next week in mortal fear that you'll have kittens. Though I have to give him credit, he stuck by me the whole time. Even after the test came out negative. I still feel like I won some cosmic lottery that I didn't get pregnant AND scored the nicest guy out of it."

They'd been walking the whole time ocelot spoke and stood outside the front doors now. The sound of traffic and other people walking in and out made the two of them pause.

"Oh geez, I'm just spouting off my life story aren't I? Sorry if I got too personal there, I forget to turn on my internal filter sometimes." She said. Biggie just waved her off with a 'pffft' noise and nestled a hand in her pocket.

"Don't worry about it, trust me. I'm no stranger to the topic." Biggie said, giving her a little smirk. The ocelot raised an eyebrow, starting to look her over with a slightly more predatory glare. "I'm sure you're not. Y'know, the other option for protection is just to avoid the guys." She said, winking to Biggie. Then she froze for a second and shook her head.

"Oh sheesh, it's already starting for me." She said, ending with a nervous laugh. Though Biggie didn't seem to mind the idea. "Still, I'll keep that in mind." Biggie said. She gave the ocelot a once over too. A little small for her taste, but still attractive. The ocelot smiled and swallowed hard, trying to keep herself under control. "Oh you're mean" she said, opening the box of pills. She took one out and the arousal immediately left her face. They were way too big for what they were and didn't look comfortable to swallow. Biggie wore a face of concern, watching her pop it into her mouth. "You be careful on that stuff, okay?" She said. The ocelot nodded and visibly struggled to choke the pill down. When it finally hit home, a much more friendly and earnest face appeared. "You too." she looked about ready to turn away but hesitated. She pulled out her phone and turned back to Biggie. "Hey, any chance I can get your number? All innuendo aside, you seem nice. And I already told you about my sex life, so you already know me better than most people." She said. Biggie pulled her phone out of her back pocket, happy to share. She figured they'd never speak again, but it was a polite gesture. Like when you get into a conversation with somebody in a bookstore on vaguely similar interests, exchange contact info and then never look at it again.

"My name's Biggie. You?" Biggie asked. The ocelot was quiet for a second, then said "My name's Minnie."

The both of them were silent for a moment, trying to process that. "You're joking." Biggie said. Minnie looked about on the verge of bursting into laughter. "I swear I'm not." she said. Biggie put her phone to her forehead. That was just way too convenient. "Oh my god, maybe we should just go fuck right now, it's too perfect." Biggie said, half joking. And Minnie looked like she was half considering it.

"Trust me, I think I actually would, but I unfortunately I am spoken for. Plus I only have about 30 minutes to get home and get ready for the Plopozine fallout."

Biggie found herself having a hard time looking away from her. Her eyes were slowly moving down along her body, following the subtle curve of her body. Her eyes darted over to her car, parked over in the corner of the parking lot. She started having some ideas when it slowly dawned on her that she-knew-what was starting.

Minnie seemed to hover there, still waiting for a phone number. Or something else. Biggie started to hold her breath. Sure it was starting, but it was early. She really didn't feel any overwhelming desire to seduce someone she just met, but she couldn't lie to herself. It did sound fun. But it all really depended on if Minnie felt the same way. Which really didn't take much analyzing to know the answer.

Biggie bit the edge of her phone. Then tucked it into her back pocket, leaving Minnie a little confused. Biggie took a deep breath and turned to look at her car. Nothing fancy, just your average looking, beige four door car. Nothing that would draw attention.

"Feel free to say no to this, but. I'm assuming it'll take you a while to walk all that way. I have a car, so. Maybe I can drive you? You know. Given that you've only got about that 30 minutes." she said. Biggie raised an eyebrow to Minnie, who was looking over her shoulder, presumably in the direction of her home. She looked back to Biggie, her eyes darting back and forth with a heartbeat so loud, even Biggie could hear if she listened closely.

"I-I don't know, I mean. It's not that far away, I CAN walk, but." She looked over Biggie again. She was obviously dealing with some major internal stress. "I mean I don't know how I'd feel about... accepting a ride, I mean my boyfriend he may not..." she said, having trouble finishing her sentence. Each second that went by seemed to make her all the more uncomfortable.

"Well, y'know, he might be a little worried if I got a ride home from a stranger is all, I mean. Even if is a lady, I still wouldn't want to get... driven home. Behind his back."

Biggie touched her finger to her chin, giving her the predatory glare now. "He doesn't have to know that a lady drove you. You just got your meds and walked home. Will he even be there when you get home?"

Minnie had a pained look on her face, keeping her legs tight together and biting her lip. "Well, no, he doesn't get home for another 2 hours, he has work, so..." She looked over her shoulder again, and back to Biggie. Biggie had started sucking on her finger, sticking out her tongue and just barely pushing the waistline of her jeans down. Minnie's chest had been rising and falling so fast that it came to total halt. She gave Biggie a long, hard stare.

"Yeah sure, I'd love a ride back home if you're offering." She said. Sounding completely in control, much like she did inside at the counter. But her body language was telling a different story. One that Biggie felt like reading in depth. "Great. If you don't mind, I just need to make a quick stop. It won't take long." she said. Minnie reached over to rest her hand in Biggie's rear pocket.

"Don't cut it short on my account." she said.

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"Oh fuck, ohhh fuck, oh shit..." Minnie breathed, sitting in the backseat with her legs splayed and her track pants hanging off her ankle. Biggie was topless and had her head buried between her thighs, in a convoluted position that had her feet in the front seats, her ass in the air and her tongue rubbing broad against Minnie's clit. Biggie's fingers were base-deep in Minnie's pussy, rapidly shoving in and out while she worked her tongue. She occasionally tried to reach down to service herself, but she needed both elbows to keep her stable. As a result, her hips were rising and falling periodically, begging for the same attention.

Minnie had a knuckle in her mouth and the other hand on the back of Biggie's head, shoving her between her thighs a little further. "Oh fuck, please, please, just like that, don't stop..." she whispered, trying to keep still. They'd parked in the far end of the lot of a grocery store nearby. There were other cars coming and going, but none of them were coming as far as they had. Minnie kept looking out the windows, the mixture of fear and pleasure keeping her on an edge she didn't want to leave.

After a few seconds, Minnie jerked forward, gripping onto Biggies head, clutching right behind the base of her ears.

"Oh fuck! Cumming! Cumming! Fuck!" She said in a harsh whisper, eyes shit tight and teeth clenched. When the initial shock left her, she started easing back, looking down at Biggie, who's muzzle was covered in Minnie's juices by this point. Minnie was gasping for air, looking satisfied but with a twinge of guilt. "You know this makes me feel horrible, right?" She said. Biggie started leaning her self back up onto her knees, spreading her arms out over the headrests and displaying her breasts. Minnie found herself unable to resist leaning forward to suck on her nipples, getting close and lightly caressing one with her tongue and grabbing a handful of breast in the other. Biggie started to stroke the back of Minnie's head, who was now whining as she nibbled and sucked.

"Sshhh now, c'mon. You and I both know what a bad heat is like, we're just helping eachother out. There's no reason to feel guilty for that. Like I told the geek at the pharmacy. A guy just wouldn't understand."

Minnie's whining got louder, pulling away from Biggie's breast and looking up to her eyes with longing. "No, not about that." She said, meek and timid. She buried herself in Biggie's breasts and reached hand down to finger herself. She moaned into Biggie's cleavage and said "I feel horrible because you eat me out so much better than my boyfriend does." She said. She moved her head to the other breast, digging her tongue against the nipple while her free hand started diving into Biggie's jeans. Biggie had a broad smile on her face, continuing to pet Minnie and stabilizing herself between the seats. She welcomed Minnies fingers inside her, giving a soft murr into Minnie's ear.

It wasn't long before the both of them were in the back seat, in a scissoring position and getting lost, watching each other writhe in pleasure. They'd pretty much forgotten they were still in a parking lot in broad daylight. Biggie always saw it as safe zone though, knowing from experience. She'd given a boyfriend or two a blowjob around here before, although this was certainly pushing it. Two naked girls rocking the car back and forth was bound to attract attention eventually.

They both started getting close to the peak, their clits rubbing hard against eachother like they were going to merge. A little supplemental finger-play made it all the more enjoyable. Minnie was the first to break, throwing back her head in a yelp of pleasure, in turn sending waves through Biggie and eliciting the same reaction. Though hers was more of a howl that bounced off the walls of the car, completely filling the air.

They pulled eachother close, panting hard and giving eachother light movements of the hip and teacing touches to the breast. "So..." Minnie said, pausing for breath. "As fun as this was, as REALLY fun as this was, I should get home. I'm already starting to get the cramps going." she said, breathy and satiated. It still had a slight tone of guilt but it had lessened from before. Biggie was trying to catch her breath too, almost wanting to lean in to kiss her. But they both knew this was just a quick and dirty thing, just something to ease the frustration a little. It still wasn't like this would be a regular thing. Then she realized Minnie had her mouth hanging slightly open too, like she was trying to hold back the same idea. Biggie started pulling away, as did Minnie. "Yeah, sure, no problem. I'll get you over there right now." They both started getting their clothes back on, awkwardly fumbling in the back as if the session had mucked up their motor skills. There was also a somewhat uncomfortable air in the car. As if something was left unfinished. After they'd quietly gotten dressed and moved back to the front, Biggie put the car in drive and they headed off.

It was a quiet drive. Both of them having a little trouble looking at eachother. Minnie most likely due to cheating on her boyfriend with a stranger. Biggie most likely due to pushing her into it. She could've let it go but didn't. It wasn't a mindless, lusty choice either. At least not for her. They drove up to Minnie's apartment complex, Minnie directing her with pointing and blunt 'that-ways.' When they pulled up in front of the building, Minnie held her hand on the door, slowly gripping the handle harder and with obvious strain. Biggie looked over. It was her turn to feel the guilt and it showed all over her expression. Minnie didn't make eye contact, but rather just kept looking over at the building. Biggie took a deep inhale and tried to think of something to say. It felt like an eternity before she let the breath go. She was planning to apologize, say they can just forget it ever happened and never talk again. But right as she was about to let that breath go, something unexpected happened. Minnie grabbed Biggie's face, pulling her into a hard kiss. She had a quiet whine as she did it and Biggie couldn't help making a similar noise. Her hands just hovered on the wheel at first, but eventually found their way to Minnie's shoulders. That incomplete feeling that had invaded the car was disappearing, though Biggie didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing.

When Minnie finally pulled away, she had a bedazzled look in her eyes like she'd fallen under a spell. But the expression started to roller coaster through different emotions. Thanks, uncertainty, lust, guilt and then finally nothing. Just a sudden absence of anything.

"Thanks for the ride." she said, her voice completely flat. She opened the door, stepped out and shut the door in one fluid motion, all the while Biggie was holding out a hand to stop her. She didn't know why. But she didn't want Minnie to leave just yet. 'Im sorry' was hanging on her lips while Minnie walked away. She held there, listening to the hum of the engine and feeling a sudden emptiness in the car. After about a minute, she backed out and drove out of the complex.

On the drive home, she went to check the time on her phone. The clock in her car was always off. While she was at a stoplight, she swiped open her phone and found the contacts were open. Scrolling through, she saw Minnie had plugged in her information. And in one of the empty spaces for an address, there's a small note that simply said "thank you." She found herself just staring down at it, wondering when she even got a hold of her phone. It had to have been while she drove her home, that was the only time she'd kept her eyes off of her long enough.

There was a honk from behind and startled her back into paying attention to the road. She tossed the phone into the passenger seat and stepped on the gas, picking up to the rest of the traffic. But she kept throwing glances at the phone. She didn't really know how to feel, considering how she'd left. She decided it best to just let it go for now and turned on the radio, turning the music up. She looked over at the phone and turned the music up a little higher.