By the time Pearl finished cooking dinner and made her way to sit down, she was a mess of nerves and flushed skin. Jasper was giving her no room to catch her breath and it was starting to effect her outwardly. She managed to steady her hand as she tried to eat, sinking herself into the buzz of conversations around her and even engaging in a few to get her mind off how much she wanted to--needed to get Jasper alone.<br/><br/>And then the night progressed and Jasper started to really feel her booze. Pearl would be talking with someone and she'd suddenly feel hands wrap around her torso, around her shoulders, and feel the body behind her mold to hers as a drunk Jasper would lean into her neck or her shoulder, chuckling. At one point, Pearl had to excuse herself to the bathroom to get a grip on herself, feeling a weird pressure somewhere inside of herself every time she allowed the images her lover had been weaving for her all night long to play before her. In the quiet of the bathroom, Jasper had even joined her, mostly to make sure she was OK. The giantess still remembered her girlfriend having problems with the social interactions tonight and wanted to make sure. But Pearl was fine. More than fine. She too had started feeling the booze finally hit her and while her lover had gone soft and affectionate, Pearl felt something different, spurred on by all the teasing she'd endured all night.<br/><br/>When Jasper slipped into the bathroom after knocking was unresponsive, the giantess was immediately greeted with her back slammed against the wall and the feel of lips bruising against hers. Pearl had jerked the tower of muscle down to meet her, their mouths consuming each other as the dancer pressed herself against Jasper. She needed to feel her skin, but there was still a rational part of her brain ticking away incessantly, reminding her of their guests just outside the thin walls. When Pearl finally pulls away from Jasper's lips, she's got the woman on her knees before her, both their bodies heaving in the otherwise silent room. "Jasper..." The woman leans down, breathing into her lover's hair and gripping into it wherever her hands had laid. She wanted nothing more than to kick everyone out, find the biggest toy in Jasper's box, and fuck her woman with it until she couldn't even form words anymore. Yes, Pearl knew about the box. They hadn't used it yet, having Jasper's eversion satisfy more than enough whenever penetration<i>was</i>involved. But Pearl had stumbled upon it one day and she couldn't even describe what half the toys were or how they were used, but she could promise Jasper tonight she'd use every single one of them on her and experiment until she was happy.<br/><br/>While Jasper was affectionate when drunk, Pearl became a heavy Dominant, aggressive and bent on tormenting her girlfriend with the agony of several denials. But right now wasn't the time. Even though her small frame quaked with need, she still backed away from Jasper eventually, helping the woman back onto her feet, pulling her in for one more kiss before she disappeared back into the throng of Jasper's family. The karaoke was going to be set up soon and she wanted to hear Jasper sing.<br/><br/>By the time the karaoke was set up, Pearl was curled up on the couch in a blanket draped around her, partially to give her an excuse for all the shivering and chills Jasper had been giving her. The flirting still continued until the singing finally started and Pearl was able to take a breather, only for it to be taken away by Jasper's mother. She wasn't an amazing singer, but she was still better than Pearl and the dancer found herself clapping towards the end, cheering the woman on as she stepped down from the makeshift stage and into Yellow's arms. They really did seem like a good couple, despite Yellow's stoic nature. Even now, the statuesque woman was cooing softly, privately whispering likely sweet words to her tipsy wife.<br/><br/>And then it was finally Jasper's turn. She had to give the woman a sympathetic smile as she made her way to the stage, but there was also an excitement she felt now that she'd finally hear it. Her heart was already in her throat when Jasper picked up the mic and the song slowly started. By the time Jasper started singing, Pearl had her hands cupping her mouth, blinking in disbelief. Her giantess, her tiger, her lover sounded absolutely beautiful. It was shaky at the beginning, but Pearl barely noticed if there were even any mistakes because by the time Jasper started really getting into the song, the giantess's eyes were on her and didn't waver for the rest of the song. With cheeks bright red, almost matching the hue of her eyes, Pearl could feel the tears welling up. The song and singer were not only beautiful, but the song had such deep meaning. As if Jasper was trying to ensure her she would fight for the both of them. It had been so long since anyone did anything for her and the woman in front of her had already done so much and still promised more through such a heartfelt song. Pearl's tears were spilling over her cheeks as she shook, feeling so small under Jasper's gaze, but also the most important person in the room. There was so much love she felt coming from that giant, drunk, silly tiger. Pearl tried to wipe her tears away, but they didn't stop and soon she felt that pressure from earlier pressing against her once more. This time it was more intense and actually somewhat painful as something strained against her--Oh no. Was that really? It had been<i>years</i>but<i>now</i>her body decided to be moved with such emotion and evert?! Are you fucking serious? Pearl, already flush faced and crying from the beautiful serenade, had to wait the extra few minutes for Jasper to finish her song. By the time her lover stepped off the stage, Pearl had been dealing with her eversion for a while now and it grew more and more sensitive every moment she kept it contained tight in her pants. Her crying had stopped, but her quaking just got worse and she'd even begun sweating under her blanket, the only shield keeping her shameful secret from the rest of Jasper's family. Was this how it felt to be in heat? It was agonizing and all Pearl could think about was being touched and pleased.<br/><br/>While everyone acknowledged Jasper for her singing prowess, Pearl had already buried her head in her blanket, gritting her teeth and shaking visibly at this point. She needed to get Jasper's attention, but it was hard to even move at this point. Vaguely above the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears, she could hear Blue and even Yellow giving their praise to Jasper. It had been rare for Yellow to acknowledge Jasper as anything other than the child or troublemaker, or at least that's what Jasper thought. But that song had given her mother more than enough evidence that maybe, finally, she was growing into the woman Yellow always knew she was. While her wife, Blue, curled into her side, praising their child til Jasper's cheeks were red, Yellow gave her daughter a small smile and a nod. "Well done, Jasper."<br/><br/>Sapphire in the meantime was taking pictures of everyone's smiling faces, but paused when her lens caught Pearl buried in her blanket. The woman got Jasper's attention and gestured to the dancer curled up in the blankets, giving a soft smile and nudging her to check on her. Whenever Jasper did make her way over and get Pearl's attention, the dancer would jerk softly at the touch and glance up at her lover, her face flush with need, gaze half lidded and fuzzy as she'd reach other and tug closer to her. "Please Jasper... to the bedroom..." Her voice was tiny and fragile and wavered. But most of all, it was heavy with lust and if the look alone hadn't made Jasper weak in the knees from there, then the woman was inhuman.