Sorrel's Fashion
by tannim
May 07, 2012

	"No, these don't show it off well at all." Sorrel posed in front of her camera, showing off her hips in the shorts.

	Very little of her long inner nether lips showed.  There was just too much fabric.  What did show, hung down along her legs where they'd get in the way of walking and be a bit obvious.  Neither were what the llama wanted.

	One the screen, with her own web cam, Briar watched her.  As a goat with similar labial length, though not as long when fully stretched, she understood her friend's difficulties.  The shorts WERE cute, but they just didn't show enough in a subtle enough yet supportive way.  Even worse, they weren't very unique looking.  All the women in their fetishy group liked to have their own distinct fashions.

	Briar wore her labia behind her back, hanging like loose folds of cloth from her dress or pants usually.  Sorrel still hadn't found something that worked yet.  The goat watched her tug the shorts off and dig around pulling out a kilt like skirt.

	"You aren't honestly going to wear THAT, are you?"

	"What's wrong with it?  I thought I might wear them like a shoulder strap..." Sorrel just held it up to her chest, but her long thick nipples got in the way, one bent by the strap, the other sticking out uncovered. "Yeah... I see your point.  I thought it might work since I don't have your breast size."

	"Yours aren't huge like mine, but your teats make them about as long! Anything I can't wear up there, you probably cant.  What about like a belt?"

	"I thought of that, but there are two of them.  They'd have to go around both ways and I just couldn't think of ... hey, what about a lion cloth?" The woman laughed and ran to the bathroom, her friend just rolled her eyes on the camera.

	Sorrel was only gone a few minutes.  When she came back, she had two bits of cloth.  They were just dish cloths, really, with loops through the top that were meant to have hooks or something slid through to hang it up.

	Neither were very wide or tall at about four inches by eight inches, and neither were especially attractive color wise.  Briar couldn't figure out how that would work at all.  They wouldn't cover much and the colors really didn't work with the llama's fur, being something of a greenish color against Sorrel's more sort of brownish red fur.

	Briar watched Sorrel as the woman worked the cloth.  Sorrel carefully unscrewed the grommets on her thick inner lip rings to work the rings out of their holes.  They were set down in a clean bowl on the desk, making two very heavy clanks, and she set bout threading her labial rope through the holes on the first dish cloth.  She worked for nearly five minutes, trying to get it to comfortably slip through and bend down, but the fabric wouldn't stay smoothly in place with just one hole.

	Sorrel had to rethink it with Briar unable to even understand what she was doing.  When asked, the llama just shook her head no and fetched a pair of scissors.  A small hole on each side of the cloth, near the bottom middle left didn't work either.  Another small hole, up higher closer to the upper middle left , however, did.  She made a hole for the right, too, then again set about working her pussy lips on through.

	"Aren't you getting dry?  You might want to lubricate before you do that."

	"Yeah, you're right, Briar. They are getting dry again rubbing there." Sorrel set the cloth down and pulled her labial rope out in front of her with both pussy lips in held together.

	A nearly empty bottle of moisturizer from the desk squeezed empty and quickly rubbed into her soft feminine flesh was all it took to keep them moist and pliable, but she took much of a minute massaging the stuff in before getting back to work.  Briar still wasn't sure what it was the other woman was doing, but watching Sorrel thread her cunt flaps through the holes really was rather hot.

	The goat was confused when her friend crossed her lips behind her, then even more so when she saw that was actually the REAR piece.  Sorrel smirked proudly at the look on Briar's face and tugged it up against her butt crack when it was fully threaded.  Briar just gaped.

	There was a pretty X made of soft pink labial rope on the back where Sorrel's cunt had been more or less weaved through the holes.  It took Sorrel lifting the rear loincloth section up to show how the lips went through for Brian to fully understand.  Both flaps wrapped around her hips to her front after crossing to the opposite side of where they extended from her groin itself to form that X in the back.  She was amused and impressed, the twist and stretch distorted the other woman's vulva in a very pretty way.

	Sorrel turned around again before pinching both labia in one hand to keep them reasonably close to tight.  The rings were carefully slipped through their proper holes, with only a bit of fumbling about to work them through, and a simple plastic clip connected both thick pussy rings together above her pubic mound.  She didn't install the grommets that would close the rings, though.  Instead, Sorrel picked up the other dish cloth and threaded the two holes on top one through each ring.

	Briar had a much easier time understanding what she was seeing for the front.  It was a simply design, but she had to admit, it DID look sexy while showing off her friend's exotic vaginal flesh in a subtle and unexpected way.  She'd have to moisten it, of course, with it rubbing against her furry hips and buttocks, but they both had to moisturize their labia regularly anyway with the length they'd stretched them out to.

	"Wow, that really does look cool.  Sort of 'Slave girl meets harem girl' look.  If you have a pair of see through pants, you could wear those over your legs." Briar giggled, then hummed to herself at a thought. "I'm not sure how well your belt will hold it up if you have to run or are at all active, though."

	"I can find out easily enough."

	Sorrel turned the camera away from her to show the more open area of her room, then stepped into the middle of it.  The llama squatted, slowly, taking her time at first to feel her flesh flexing along her waist, then stood up to squat again much faster.  Nothing slipped too far with squatting, just a centimeter or two up or down, which showed nothing much.

	Briar pressed record before the second squat was finished and had to press her muzzle into the depths of her very deep cleavage to stifle her laughter.  Watching Sorrel's long thick teats bouncing and swinging as the woman ran in place, jumped up and down, and stretched was pretty funny.  It was hilarious when the llama accidentally slapped herself in the face with one when she slipped on a shirt on the floor and flailed her arms too wildly.

	Throughout the tests, though, Sorrel's loincloth stayed in place with minimal pussy lip stretching or sagging.  The cloth in the back, which barely covered anything, really, would need to be altered near the tail, she thought, as it did slip down a bit too far there.  A string over the llama's tail would fix that, not that she didn't like seeing her friend's attractive clenched rear hole.

	Panting, Sorrel sat down at her computer chair and leaned on her desk. "So, did it hold up?  I didn't feel much but you'd have seen it better than me."

	"Butt needs a bit of work, but I think you're right. It will work." Briar played her favorite part of the recording back for her friend. "You may want to NOT slap yourself in the face with your tit though, you may make people laugh."

	"Ha ha, says the woman who regularly does the same with her own when jogging."

	"I never said it wasn't funny then, either.  Guys do seem to like big breasts with their big nipples more than just big teats." The two women snorted.  Males never made sense anyway. "So, are you going to wear that to the group meeting tonight?"

	"Maybe, I am definitely wearing this out SOMEWHERE though." Sorrel shivered as she trailed her fingers along her labial straps. "Maybe I can ask some sexy guy to adjust my belt.  Oh, I can't wait to see the look on his face!"

	"My flaps are too wide to do that, but I am so going with you.  That'll be priceless."

	They both imagined it for a moment, then they both signed off to explore that fantasy with eager fingers pressing stiff buttons and wet slits.