The honeymoon is over

Hilda and Silvia wake up, bleary-eyed and very sore.

The two are still naked and lying next to each other in bed.

"H-hey..." Hilda says as she looks at her dark elf lover. Her heart beats a little faster as she studies the drow's beautiful face.

"H-hi..." Silvia responds. Her own charcoal-colored cheeks hiding much of her blush, but not all of it.

"What... what happened?" Hilda nervously asks as she nearly gets lost on Silvia's beautiful eyes.

"I... we..." the little elf stammers. She doesn't want to admit it, but this big dumb human is pretty cute... in the right light. "Um... about what happ-"

Hilda silences Silvia with a sloppy kiss. The dark elf responds with a muffled moan as she closes her eyes and lets the sensation wash over her.

"S-sorry..." the red-faced human stutters as she breaks the kiss. "I... it just... it felt..."

"Right," Silvia says, finishing Hilda's sentence for her.

The flustered human nods as she keeps staring at her friend? Foe? Frenemy?

Silvia gently runs her hand across Hilda's cheek as a strange, warm, fuzzy feeling fills her belly.

The human smiles back at her and closes her own eyes as the little drow caresses her.

Unfortunately, this little tender moment doesn't last long.

There's a loud, angry-sounding knock at the door.

"C-coming!" Hilda and Silvia both say at the same time, making each of them blush and giggle.

The two women sit up and try to get out of bed, when each of them makes an embarrassing (to them) discover: Their bushes are gone!

"My... what... what did you do?!" Hilda squeaks in shame as she looks down at her clean, smooth, pleasingly puffy and surprising red pussy lips, and then over to Silvia.

Silvia is having a mini-panic attack of her own as she sees her own bare, puffy and surprisingly moist slit. "M-me?! What did you do?!"

Evidently, neither woman remembers the Shar jelly from yesterday's marathon of debauchery, but to fair, both were cumming their brains out at the time.

"I-I look like a like a lewd lady! A cheap, tawdry woman of low moral fiber!" Hilda huffs as her hands go to cover her pink pussy, before quickly being pulled away when she discovers how sensitive (and good) it feels.

"A what?" Silvia asks in confusion.

"You know, a... a..." Hilda leans in close, her clit poking out from beneath its hiding spot as she whispers the final word. "A slut!"

"Well what about me?!" Silvia shoots back, resting her hands on her magnificently meaty ass and exposing her wet, perfect pussy to Hilda in all its exposed glory.

"Without my Sh'Am Bo-Loh, I look like..." the drow says only to be interrupted.

"Your what?" Hilda asks as she cocks her head to the side.

"My..." Silvia stands there for a moment trying to think of the proper translation. She can't think of a proper term for it in the human tongue (because she didn't do a very good job of learning the local language). "My lady fur..." she finally says.

Hilda blinks before it dawns on her what Silvia is saying. She tries hard not to giggle.

"Without my lady fur, I... I look like a child!" Silvia spits out, the blush coming through even more on her cheeks.

"Honey," Hilda says as the giggle worms its way out. "With hips and a butt like that, _nobody_ is going to think you're a kid."

"It's not funny!" Silvia snaps as Hilda's giggling grows louder.

"Yes it is," Hilda laughs harder as Silvia becomes angrier. Frankly between her short stature and the cute scowl on her face, the little drow looks utterly adorable to her.

"We drow pride ourselves on our Sh'Am Bo-Loh. It is the ultimate symbol of our womanhood!" Silvia snaps back.

That's not really true, at least from a drow culture point of view, but it is what Silvia believes about her own body.

"I don't have huge udders like you to fall back on, you big dumb, cow! Drow women don't need them! We look down on those with comically large hooters!"

Again, not true of drow culture as a whole (some of them like big breasts, or B'Ah-Zongas, as they call them).

"Hey, I'm no cow, you scrawny little shrimp!" Hilda snaps back as her own thin-skinned feelings about her looks bubble up. "And I'm not fat!"

"I... I didn't say anything about being fat..." Silvia says, a bit confused by Hilda's last remark.

That just makes the human even more self-conscious as she hugs her soft, un-toned tummy.

"Well, I'm not fat, ok!" Hilda snaps back defensively.

The two are about to continue their petty squabble when another, louder, angrier knock comes from the door.

"Open up!" Shouts an obviously annoyed voice from behind the door.