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"...How about I give you a choice? We could get you back into your regular clothes and take care of it at home, or… you can lift up that dress for me and I can help you take care of it… Right. Here.”
Pat's eyes went wide at the offer. Sure, Perci was always the bolder one, but right in the middle of the thrift shop dressing room? Still, he couldn't deny the fact that he was pent up, nor the fact it wasn't the craziest place in which he'd gotten off.
Plus, he was wearing a dress. If he was gonna partake in the alleged taboo of crossdressing, then why not add another one? He turned around, peeking his head out from behind the curtain—nobody but the cashier all the way on the other side of the store. Curtains of the other stalls were open—no one else hiding in the dressing rooms either. With the all-clear, he walked up to the canine, grabbed the hem of his sundress, and exposed his lower half.
"Good boy," she smiled, already tracing a hand up his thigh and wrapping her fingers around the base of his plump cock. "Be sure to keep that dress up while I work my magic on this wand."
"O-of course!" he panted.
She began with a lick of her lips before giving the lightest kiss she could on his tip. She followed with another on the left… and on the right, alternating sides as she worked her way down his intermittently twitching shaft.
Once there was no more left to kiss, her muzzle against his mons, she circled her snout around his member, letting it bounce and rub against her face. With nothing between her nose and his manhood, she couldn't help but embrace his scent. It wasn't long before his pheromones had her mouth watering. Time for a taste.
She spread her tongue wide across the underside of the avian cock before revolving it around the head. Pat's breath stuttered at the stimulation. His hand loosened, ready to cover his beak. However, he soon remembered what his mistress asked of him. His grip tightened once again.
Meanwhile, below his waist, Perci opened wider, making damn sure her teeth never touched him as she took more of him into her mouth. In the same moment, her tongue danced around the conure's leaking pecker, savoring the meaty flavor.
"Mmmm," the fellatee cooed as she finally took the entirety of his length.
She pulled back until just the tip was nestled behind her lips, a layer of saliva and precum covering the shaft. She let her lips rest there for longer than a moment. Curious, Pat looked down to see what she was up to. He found a gleaming pair of amethyst, puppy-dog eyes shining up at him.
He knew that look all too well. Between repressed breaths, he gave her a nod.
Silly boy, trying to hold his moans. He has no idea what he just signed up for.
Instantly, she returned her attention to the body in front of her. Her hands climbed up the green, feathery legs. Unconsciously, the bird raised his tail at the sensation, lifting the dress off of his rump. Perci pounced on the opportunity and gave each cheek a firm, unrelenting grasp.
"Oh my!" he gasped.
She began to bob her head. Picking up speed, she massaged her claws into his supple ass. Pat wasn't sure if she was pulling him in or if his hips were moving on his own. Either way, he was too aroused to care as he throbbed in her canine maw.
Subtlety was thrown out the window with constant 'glk' and 'squelch' of her lively oral work. Pat would've told her to calm down were he not busy holding his moans. The thought of the cashier coming over and throwing open the curtain was ever present in his head—dressed in drag, his tail raised, and his lover's hands at his rear and her face at his crotch. Yet, this only furthered the electricity that surged through his hips. Between being manhandled and controlling his breath, his face was ruby red.
Still, he was able to steel himself just enough to whisper, "Perci, I'm close!"
Whether or not she heard was beyond him. That is, until he felt her claws dig even deeper into his glutes. His knees bent inwards as the energetic pistoning around his shaft accelerated. Within seconds, his inner heat had boiled over. His eyes went half-lidded and his vision went white.
The poodle, feeling Pat's penis pulse prelusively against the roof of her mouth, took his full length once again, pressing her snout hard against his base. The first spurt of his essence painted the back of her throat immediately after. The second was just as big as the first, forming a pool in her mouth. By the third release, her tongue was bathing in semen. She was well aware of the avian's above-average emissions, but after another three streaks of white, the post-blowjob cheek-ache was starting to make holding it all in her maw a less-than-convenient task.
Fortunately, her lips held strong and after eight voluminous strands of his fluids, the oral flooding ceased. She separated herself from the deflating, white-stained cock to focus on swallowing her impromptu protein shake. The conure, for the moment, caught his breath, leaning his back against the wall, lest his legs buckle completely and he plummet to the floor.
"I need to sit down," he said between puffs.
Perci moved over on the bench, and Pat plopped his round, green bottom beside her. After three arduous gulps, she joined the bird in catching a breath.
"I forgot… how much you cum… Almost spat everything out."
He shrugged, "It's a blessing… and a curse."
It got a chortle from the pooch. It also got her to notice the hem of his dress, still in his elevated grip.
"Why are you still holding the dress up?"
"My dick is still covered in sex juice and I don't want to stain it."
"Oh… well I can fix that for you," she pointed out as she got on her knees.
She proceeded to inspect the flaccid member of any white spots before licking and fellating them clean. She took her time, alternating between checking for any remaining jism and licking him like an ice cream cone, until finally, his genitals were just as bright green as the rest of his front.
A shame he's still flaccid. I wouldn't mind a Round Two.
"There, just like new."
"I appreciate that, thank you. However," he paused as he stood up and lifted the dress off his body. "I think it's time we hang this thing back up."
"You're not gonna buy it?"
"Nah, I had fun, but…" the naked avian pondered how to continue as he hung the dress back on its hanger. "I'll explain after we leave. Mind putting this back while I get dressed? I'll meet you outside. "
"All right," she sighed, grabbing the dress. "See you then."
With that, she opened up the curtain all the way and headed back to the dress racks.
"You could've closed it behind you!" Pat cried, as he covered himself and swung the curtain closed.
Perci giggled to herself as she hung up the dress. It's not like there was anyone here besides the cashier that could've caught him in the buff, and she was distracted by her phone. Probably didn't even know they were there. Regardless, she stepped out and waited patiently. Three minutes, the parrot walked out, now fully clothed.
"So, how come you didn't buy it? I thought you had fun."
"I did, but when I think about it, it's really more the taboo of it all that got me excited. Nothing really euphoric about it."
"Euphoric?" she tilted her head.
"Yeah, like, remember what you said about me looking like a dude in a dress? That's how I felt: just a dude in a dress. Sure, it was a nice dress, but it wasn't… me, you know?"
"Isn't that the point of drag, though? Being someone you're not?"
"It's not just drag. I, uh… do you know what an 'egg' is?
"Besides the breakfast food? Not a clue."
"It's a term from the trans community to describe a person who's either oblivious or in denial about the fact that they're trans."
"Oh…" Then it hit her, "Ooooooh!"
"Yeah, I stumbled upon a bunch of trans memes and some of them were about eggs. They were pretty funny, but… I couldn't help but notice that I found some of them relatable."
"Oh shit," she facepalmed. "I wish you told me. I'd've taken this more seriously if I had known."
"I know, but… I didn't just want to say 'Hey! I might be a hen in denial!' I was confused and dealing with something I didn't fully understand."
Perci pulled him into a hug, "I still wish you told me. You know I'd stay with you regardless of who you discover you are."
After a few seconds of silence, he returned the hug, "Thanks. That means a lot… and I'm sorry I didn't tell you."
"S'okay."
"Though, to be perfectly honest, I think after today, I can say I lean pretty hard into dude territory."
"Whatever works for you."
"I mean, I know the whole gender binary is bullshit, but I just vibe as a dude."
"Hell yeah, it is! Though, that dress did look good on you."
"Really?"
"Yeah, dude or no, you rocked it."
"Well, I'll admit having my legs not trapped in denim felt good. Maybe I could rock a kilt."
"A kilt?"
"Yeah, and I could wear it like a true Scotsman!" he shouted in a mock accent.
"Just make sure you get a matching sporran. Kilts don't have pockets, just like most dresses."
"Good to know. Anyway, we should get going. If I recall correctly, I promised a trip to the head shop after this."