Much as Ben had found a love of fighting with her alien forms, and much as she liked to pretend she hated time spent in clothing stores and the like, she couldn't help but admit that it felt good to just relax and do some shopping now and then.

She had gotten closer with her cousin than she had expected she would, if not in the way she couldn't help but fantasize now and then.

Ben and Gwen had been set loose in the mall while their grandpa went in search of what he referred to simply as 'ingredients,' leaving them to simply worry what foods they would be faced with. They did have a bit of fun though as they tried on new outfits, much struggle as Gwen had getting Ben to try it.

Once she did though, Ben was struggling to hide her enjoyment, having favored her tomboyish look; though it was good to know she could totally pull off full fem if she chose. Gwen even got Ben to try on a skirt, and after seeing how well it suited her, Ben decided to actually get it.

The two continued their time through the mall happily, but things slowly started to… complicate. Ben had gotten used to being able to… 'relieve tension' regularly, but hadn't been able to yet this morning, having gone directly from bed, to a battle with muggers, to the mall.

She felt she could handle herself though and wait until later, not wanting to just drop her time with Gwen and bail. But things only complicated more as she waited longer, mostly because of the nature of their clothes shopping. Gwen insisted they try on swimsuits so they'd have something when they went to the beach. Ben had gotten her to relent on making her try them, but she nonetheless tried them on herself, asking Ben's opinion on each.

Ben's teeth chewed a little more into the inside of her cheek as she looked over each of Gwen's potential swimsuits, her stiffness making itself more and more apparent, necessitating less and less comfortable sitting position to avoid it being noticed. Slowly her fantasies, usually kept confined to times of relieving her neediness, began to come to her.

She pictured herself ambushing Gwen in the changing booth, forcing her over and forcing herself in deep, pictured the confused expression of those outside the changing booth and wails of pleasure and cries for more echoed out of it.

Her member twitched, demanding attention, needing to be tended to immediately. Even when Gwen had ceased trying on swimsuits it persisted, moving at all becoming a hassle of trying not to look suspicious as she kept her hardness hidden.

This was part of the reason she hated skirts, looking good in them or not. Eventually she couldn't take it any longer. It was seeing Gwen trying on a cute, sporty outfit for fun that had pushed her over the edge.

She blurted out some hasty excuse about needing to go to the bathroom before breaking into a full tilt sprint and making a beeline out of the mall.

Ben stormed back to the RV, hurrying inside. She laid on her bed, taking a moment to relax and calm herself. Desperate as her body still was for attention, the urge was less nightmarishly intense now that she was in comfortable, familiar surroundings.

She lifted her skirt and lowered her underwear, sighing happily as her stiffness was freed, standing at attention.

She gripped it, closing her eyes and letting the fantasies that had previously plagued her mind now aid her pleasure and she began to stroke herself, hand gliding along her shaft as she pictured herself with Gwen, this time more confident and actually able to confess her desires.

She imagined Gwen being open to them, even eager, and hurrying to find some empty room or hidden space in the mall where they could have fun together.

She groaned as her picked up the pace, moaning her cousin's name softly as she stroked herself harder. It wasn't enough, not nearly enough, but it would need to do for now. And it might have… if when Ben opened his eyes, she wasn't met with Gwen standing in the RV, red faced and wide-eyed, as she stared at Ben.

From where she stood she could likely see not only Ben's member, dripping pre over her own hand, but her sopping wet slit. Ben's blood cooled into icy slush as he realized she must also have heard her moaning her name.

"I.. came to check on you," Gwen explained, evidently feeling that she was as much in need to explain herself as Ben, "You said you had to use the bathroom, but then bolted out of the entire building. Figured there was something wrong. Just.. wasn't expecting it to be..."

Gwen trailed off, her attempts to remain composed just making things worse it seemed. Ben couldn't look her in the eyes, and just waited for the mockery to follow.

They'd gotten on each other's good sides, and they'd both liked being friendly, but now all Ben could do was brace herself for a painful return to how things had been before.

But instead of screaming and shouting, instead of laughing, or even just leaving the RV for Ben to stew in her own humiliation, Gwen simply sat down on the bed next to her cousin.

"If it helps.. I uh.. Already kinda knew." Gwen said, the ice in Ben's veins becoming permafrost.

"You aren't exactly subtle about it," Gwen points out, "Once I found out, I did a little research on alt genders like you. I wasn't going to mention anything if you didn't say anything to me, figured you'd probably be pretty embarrassed about it."

"Gee, ya think?" Ben questioned, finally having gained enough composure to move and hide herself beneath the blanket, "Figures you'd find some way to bring this back to studying."

"One of the things that I found while doing so," Gwen continued, "Is how some futas tend to experience a sort of.. Intense surge of lust. You've got a higher natural libido than normal genders."

"How.. are you talking about this like it isn't a big deal?" Ben questioned.

"Well… I guess I just don't see why it has to be one." Gwen said with a shrug, "It's just a physical thing that you experience, making a big thing of it would be like making a big thing of any other natural process. We agreed to call a truce of teasing over puberty based things before, remember? We even started helping each other."

It was true. They'd mutually realized that there would be no winners in that particular war and called it even before it could even really get going, and had been there to help each other when they could.

"Maybe… we still can?" Gwen said, her face growing to match the redness as Ben's, both blushing harder as a tent formed in the blanket… before Gwen leaned over to remove it.

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