Dawn finds Eep masturbating.

"'Eep, I think I love you!' ...no, I can't say that. 'Eep, I think I might be in love with...' no. 'Hey, Eep, how's it cookin', good looking?' What?! That's so lame! Get it together Dawn!"

Dawn thought a nice, long soak at the nearest oasis would give her time to think about what Ugga told her. Ugga thinks it would be a good idea to be honest with her feelings towards Eep, and she sat in that pond till she was as pruny as Gran, unable to think of anything else.

"Maybe this is a bad idea. I should..."

"Ah!"

Dawn ducked behind some tall grass. Unfamiliar noises could have meant danger. Just because they were having a good time doesn't mean there couldn't be something out there in the wild.

Staying still long enough to know she wasn't being stalked by anything, she staying in the tall grass, creeping over to the direction she heard the noise. Coming across a fallen log, she careful raised her head up enough to see what was beyond it.

Lying back against a tree was the girl Dawn had been thinking about this whole time.

She could see Eep's tits. They were big and bouncy, much bigger than Dawn's, and she had a lot of trouble not staring at them. Her tiger-pelt was yanked low enough to expose her rock-hard nipples. They were dark and big and were pointed like a pair of mangos. A lot of intrusive thoughts invaded Dawn's head, wanting to see if they were as firm as they looked.

Neither of Eep's hands were involved with said breasts. Instead, one of her muscular arms were grasping hard on a root from the massive tree she was reclining against. The other hand was between her legs.

Much like how the top of her pelt was folded down to expose her chest, the bottom half was yanked up, the animal skin folding into a ring around her navel.

Dawn could barely see a red bush that encircled the lips of Eep's pussy, which was currently being played with by a trio of fingers.

Her breathing was hitched, broken up by a few erratic moans, her eyes switching from closed to rolling up to the back of her head from the sensation.

Dawn was actually pretty familiar with the act of masturbation. Lots of uneventful nights in front of the fire left a lot of free time, though she usually kept such "me-time" to when Backpack wasn't around, i.e. bathtime and naptimes and such. She had learned how to do it when she managed to hide herself up a tree during owlbear season. While owlbears mated for life, the act would take hours, and Dawn learned a lot that day.

Granted, she had never watched another human do it.

She liked what she was seeing, and she didn't know how to feel about that.

Eep was taught the birds and the bee-tles when she was still learning how to walk. It wasn't something you could avoid in the valley. Grown-ups were doing it everywhere, and a lot of the elderly were ideologically against having to wear clothes, so a lot of parents there were **** to answer their children's probing questions about "innies" and "outies." Eep even saw her sister's conception, though she was supposed to be on lookout outside the cave at the time.

Anyway, the realization that she was having a crush on her only friend, and all of the weird tingly sensations she had gotten from seeing Dawn naked at the pool was actually her suffering from a major case of the "mating season"; she was having a massive emotional spiral.

She's had the occasional crush on boys her age when she was younger, but this was the first time it was over a girl. And she had it bad.

It was bad because her whole body was hot, and she only knew one way to take care of it.

One of the benefits of not being a cavegirl anymore was that there was a lot of free space where she could play with herself without family bugging her. She didn't need her brother or her parents around, asking what she was doing.

That would have been embarrassing.

As Eep found a steady rhythm, her thoughts drifted to Dawn. Seeing her body, the way her hips curved, free of those restrictive seashells.

"Hah!"

Her rubbing turned to penetration, probing her insides with one finger, two fingers, three. It was intoxicating.

"Mmmha! D-Dawn! Ah."

She lifted up one of her legs into the air, her toes curling, as she managed to get her fingers deeper into this new position.

Dawn's hand had snuck its way down and she could feel her own pussy soaking her undergarments. She was worried that the stain would be visible through her trousers, but she didn't care at the moment. Her own fingers rubbed against it, her thumb taking special notice of her clit."Hah!"

Eep was going in harder, before she raised one of her legs up, her thigh muscles clenching as she bent it at a 45-degree angle, her hair whipping as her head curled back as she moaned.

"Mmmha! D-Dawn! Ah."

Dawn's heart stopped for a moment. Her hand froze, covered in her own juices.

Did she just say my name while she...?